#(because he can't skate and would rather not risk it)

[nguyenfinity]

Have you ever seen a bee on ice

Bonus:

Don’t worry Rinne makes a loop around and grabs him too

[daytaker]

Can I request a fic where MC is sort of a pathological liar? and they lie about stuff that ultimately doesn't matter, but they can't help it? Also, if it could be Mammon x mc centric that would be amazing, but it doesn't have to be. I love your writing!! bye bye

POV: You are cldhart08. You forgot you sent this to me. Two full months later, you get a notification that daytaker replied to your ask.

Pants on Fire

Ships: (Lowkey) Mammon/Reader, Beel & Reader Word Count: ~1.1k CW: lying (general), lying about medical conditions, bullying Mammon

So you're a bit of a liar.

"I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. I wasn't breathing or anything, and my dad actually fainted.

...Or a lot of a liar.

"Did you know my second cousin actually dated Selena Gomez for awhile?"

One might even go so far as to call your lying 'pathological'.

"I actually have a severe tree nut allergy, so I'll pass on that. Thanks though."

There was never any logic to it. The lies just came out. You never felt guilty about it, because no one got hurt. So there wasn't really anything to worry about, right?

Wrong.

You sit on the floor outside of Mammon's room, hugging your knees, when a big, hulking form slumps down the wall onto the floor beside you.

"Oh... Hey, Beel," you say. You're not even trying to pretend as if nothing's wrong.

"Hello." He looks at Mammon's door, then at you. "Did you knock?"

You sigh, then demonstrate to Beel what happens when you knock on Mammon's door. A muffled voice comes from inside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me," you reply.

"I already told you! If you're a scummy, lyin' human, you can go eat nuts for all I care! I'm never talkin' to you again so you might as well stop wastin' both our times!"

"He's talking to you now," Beel points out, and it's hard to argue with his logic.

"Who the hell was that? Beel? Fine, then I'll only talk to you to tell you to fluff off, how's that?"

You rub your eyes tiredly and Beel leans in a little, speaking lower so Mammon can't hear him. "If you just leave, he'll come looking for you in about ten or twenty minutes."

"If I leave, he's going to think I'm not sorry." Hugging your knees, you shake your head. "I am sorry."

"Is this about the thing at the student council meeting and the nuts?"

You shudder at the memory.

----

You hadn't even thought about it at the time.

You never particularly liked nuts. Almonds, cashews, walnuts, chestnuts... not even peanuts outside their butter form. So when Mammon asked you why you declined to try a rather nut-heavy dish prepared by Barbatos himself, you simply told him you were allergic. "If I even get a whiff of them, my body goes into anaphylactic shock."

"What the hell's that?"

"Basically, my immune system goes haywire, and if I don't get the right kind of shot in the first few minutes, I'm a goner."

At the time, Mammon had seemed impressed by how close you skated to death, risking your life by casually allowing tree nuts to continue existing around you. And you? You'd enjoyed the brief attention.

At the time.

-----

That was weeks ago, so it was far from your mind as you accepted some human world trail mix from Beel while you sat, bored out of your wits, through another student council meeting. You picked out most of the nuts, of course, but in the end, you swallowed the imperfectly sorted handful.

And Mammon lost it.

"THERE WERE NUTS IN THAT!"

Diavolo, who had been in the middle of speaking, stuttered to a halt as everyone looked over to Mammon, who was simultaneously cradling you and screaming obscenities at an utterly bewildered Beelzebub. In the moment, you'd sort of frozen up and said nothing. Mammon...

Mammon was crying.

He was crying and yelling ridiculous instructions to everyone in the room and getting extremely angry when the others didn't seem to see what the issue was.

"They're gonna go into analgesic shock and die if we don't do somethin' fast! Do none of you bird brains get that?!"

He begged you to tell him how to get that shot you needed, that... what was it, an Apple Pen?

...It was several minutes before you were able to get the truth out.

Force the truth out, more like. Telling that truth made you almost wish you really had gone into anaphylactic shock. That seemed like an easier way to go than looking Mammon in the eye, in front of all his brothers and Diavolo, and explain that you didn't actually have that allergy. That you'd lied.

And of course, of course, the onus fell on Mammon for believing it.

Satan and Asmo sighed at how someone so stupid could function. Levi posted on Devilgram about how you'd epically trolled Mammon. Lucifer scolded Mammon for his overreaction, and Belphie just glowered at Mammon for waking him up with all his shrieking.

And you, you sort of...said nothing.

-----

"Ah," Beel says, nodding. "You feel bad that you made him look stupid."

"No," you groaned, frustrated at your inability to articulate exactly what it was that felt so off. "It's... He really thought I was going to die. I scared him. And then everyone treated him like a gullible idiot. So...I guess I made him look stupid, but..."

Beel stares at you. His expression is blank, but in a soft sort of way. It's oddly comforting.

"He got made into a laughing stock because I told him a lie, and he reacted to it....the way someone would react if they thought someone they really cared about was in danger. I feel guilty for lying and worrying him, and I feel worse that I just let everyone tear into him like always, when all he did was try to take care of me."

The door you're leaning against swings open behind you and you fall flat on your back in Mammon's doorway. The demon stares down at you with a mixture of righteous contempt and a flustered embarrassment that was so painfully typical of Mammon.

"Yeah! And you should feel guilty! You're a real asshole, ya know that?"

You blink up at him and offer a weak smile. "...Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

Mammon folds his arms. "You really think you can just come snivelin' up to me and beg for forgiveness, and I'll just hand it to ya?"

Beel looks between you and Mammon, watching the conversation unfold with the same mild interest he'd show while staring at a somewhat unimpressive exhibit at the zoo.

"...Well, today just so happens to be your lucky day," Mammon continues. "The Great Mammon, the big guy himself, has decided to forgive your tiny mortal soul for bein' a total jackass and liar. You're welcome. Don't expect it to happen again."

Still lying on your back, you grin at Mammon. "Thanks, Great Mammon."

The demon clears his throat and looks away. "Anyway. Our turn to make dinner tonight, so..." With that, he walked right past you and darted down the stairs.

Typical Mammon.

[sam-bl-lover]

'Levitating Towards You' Ao3-Paint_the_sky_18

Can we ever be brave enough to risk it in case of Love?

..

A friend that anyone could have.

A friend Pi never thought would show him what it means to truly care for someone. And tell him that it's okay to make mistakes, most of them can be fixed. That kindness could lead to things that aren't horrible.

It was nice talking to someone about his day, text them at wee hours and not expect it to be ignored. Have just as much to text back. Who listens.

Having a friend was a nice feeling.

He, for the first time, trusted himself at his most vulnerable moment, which is conpletly hammered with intoxication and prone to do embarrassing things, to someone.

What more could he want?

That's what he though.

Until get let his intrusive thoughts win. Not like he was in any state to decide for himself.

It helps that there hasn’t been any awkwardness between the two of them.

Nothing was mentioned.

Mork haven’t brought up that night since, which Pi is glad for; he’d much rather settle into the easy rhythm of their friendship, carefully leaving certain things unsaid, than risk speaking up and tripping them into awkwardness.

But he can't breathe easier after confirming his suspicions. Doesn't make much of a difference now that he knows he has feelings for the senior.

Neither can he stop himself from being stiff and panicked when they get too close. It used to bother him, but now he shamefully craves for it. And hates it too.

Everything with Mork could go back to normal if only his heart stops skipping beats when they touched, heat rising up his neck feelings warm all over through the fabric.

If Mork noticed, he dodged it with silly excuses of summer heat and hpw he had something to do before scurrying away. He can't explain why his voice suddenly sounded so strangles.

By the time a few weeks have passed, Pi can almost pretend nothing happened at all.

Almost.

It’s just.

Sometimes, he can’t help the looks. Mostly at those lips.

He’ll be in the library, or at Mork's to crash on his couch for movie night, and every now and then Pi's eyes will catch on his face concentrating on the plot—and before he knows it, he’s staring.

Avidly.

Mork is always so close somehow even if here is a respectful distance and Pi sees his hands and arms and chest and remembers, remembers the way he was held.

The sturdy and first chest pressed against his back when he tripped, strong arms that dragged him when they pretended to skate on the marble floor.

Then it would land on those dreadful lips. And he could feel the drop of of sweat tickling at the back of his neck, rapid fastening of his breathing. The way his eyes felt like closing, and leaning in much closer, maybe climb on to his lap-

Okay.

Maybe he is a little hung up on it.

Mork seems like he forgot about it too. Or maybe he remember but doesn't want to emberass Pi by bringing it up. Make fun of his sloppy, non-existant kissing skills. Be disgusted.

But then what could he say when he was hiding cowardly under the pretence of forgetting in his drunk haze. He wasn't the confrontational kind of guy. It was pretty freaking obvious.

But that’s fine, because usually he blinks it away, and then a moment later he’s back to laughing at Mork's pick up lines or catching back into the movie; whatever else they happen to be doing at the time.

He was not treated differently like he expected the moment he remembered the night's event. Which conflicts if Pi should mention it or not. Will it make any difference. He hopes not if he decided to.

He’s used to boxing up his sudden attraction to Mork. That is nothing new, repressing his true feelings.

But he isn't that afraid, it's surprising. He isn't panicked by the reality of it, rather confronting it with Mork.

Or, well. It would all be fine—if it weren’t for the times he catches Mork looking back.

It drives him positively insane every time Mork stares back when he thinks Pi dose'nt notice. Pi wouldn't have been if only he wasn't hyper-aware of Mork's every move. Those lip bites almost feels intentional. As if he was deep in thoughts and his eyes seems to coincidentally fixated on Pi.

Sometimes Mork would meets his gaze when he catches him, refuses to look away for a charged moment even if they’re both doing something, his eyes dark and intense—

It’s the kind of look that makes him want to scream and run away. He barely holds back a gasp. It makes his inside twist in a not-so-bad way.

It’s the kind of look that makes him want to cross a lone friends shouldn't. Aren't they already lingering around the edges

He dose'nt understand if its better or worse. .

There’s no intent to either of their gazes, he’s pretty sure. They’re really just looking—it’s not like they’d do anything about it. But it’s enough to stir up the memories in his mind, to make him yearn for that phantom kiss, to make him dream of doing it again. Sober.

He wants to pull his hair out

It’s enough to make him insane.

But he’s handling it. Really. The looks, the lust, the longing—it’s all under control.

Until it isn’t.

Tiny snippets of what to expect.

Lol. 50 chpaters. 100k words or more.

Maybe try reading it?

[pvlshd]

🍇, 🍊, 🍓 NO BUTT PEACH

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?

if louis ever has reason to mention his childhood, it would be to reference something, a place, an item or a method. if he must talk about that time in his life, given cause to encapsulate it in words, he'll imitate the way everyone else talks about childhood, he used slingshots, went crazy, stole from the bodega — he oversimplifies. he'll be descriptive about small things and skate over the bigger things — the things that left a mark. he will never share any real introspection about his childhood, if he introspects at all. louis likes adulthood, like most others, he likes the freedom it affords him, he is rarely nostalgic for his childhood, he thinks nostalgia is a bit of a curse, a lie you tell yourself, a haunting you invite into your own house, he'd rather not dabble in it. maturity on the other hand, is not easily measured. if he could he'd try to curate his maturity, mature in some ways completely child-like in others, there's value there, he doesn't think completely mature people are good risk-takers or very curious. will report back when he matures somemore, and stops holding this opinion.

🍊  :    does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?

in his opinion, you have to be able to see — and accept the romance in things, just the same as you have to be able to see and accept every emotion that permeates the human condition. seeking it out is another matter, for louis it's something that strikes him suddenly, in a moment, when he will become aware of it. romance is easy, when it happens it happens and it is easy to exist in it, but relationships are difficult. through his years he has come to understand that he is finite. his allocation of himself from work to relationship will never be perfect, something always loses and the compromise is never simplistic. louis has entered in relationships in the past, his most recent split from someone he was with on and off for two years. his flings have been several, many caught by the press, but some have slipped through the cracks entirely. people are curious about louis, it isn't difficult for him to hold someone's attention, with the right atmosphere, chemistry tends to build.

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?

louis' reputation precedes him, not just because of his body of work, but also because of that air of quiet secrecy that contrives a sort of natural froideur around him. he is known to be blunt and no nonsense, so many people in the industry that don't know him approach with caution, because they rightly believe that he will refuse to suffer fools. he isn't aware of this perception. he is no chatterbox, but some who meet him are pleasantly surprised to find that he is quick to amuse, can be warm depending on the situation and fairly friendly when he's not being forced to be somewhere or being asked questions pertaining to topics he feels are irrelevant. louis doesn't care to market himself very much, so people can think what they like, it's easy to not bother about false impressions when you know they can't touch you, but will still consume your work.

[simpingfortwst]

Can The Twisted Wonderland Characters Skate?

Inspired by this roller skating event thing I went to a few days ago.

Notes on each character below the cut   

                                                        Notes

Ruggie - He has never skated before so no one is sure why he got the hang of it so quick (got bored after a while and started tripping people up with his unique magic)

Cater - Really good at skating and floods the rink with clones to take pictures

Floyd - Skates around the rink clotheslining people who get too close with a deranged look on his face that only a mother could love. Eventually causes everyone to leave for their own safety. If you think he stops there you would be sorely mistaken, the dude also leaves, locks onto one poor fucker Riddle and chases them around like a heat seeking missile

Ace - Gets over excited and drags Deuce with him without listening to any arguments

Chen’ya - Was he even invited? Gets a kick out of disappearing and reappearing in front of people to trip them up

Rook - He just sits there, staring at everyone with a camera in lieu of his usual bow and arrows because apparently ‘offensive weapons are illegal in public spaces’. Would usually just examine Leona but Malleus’ constant supervision makes him a far more interesting target

Kalim - Can’t skate but when has a lack of skill stopped him from doing something (forced Jamil to hold him the entire time)

Lilia - Can’t skate, he just can’t. However he is a dab hand at salsa dancing and reminds everyone of it when they comment on him not skating

Vargas - I present to you the embodiment of fake it till you make it. This man has way too much confidence in his abilities and by the time that and his patience starts to wear thin he’s started to get the hang of this skating thing

Deuce - Had no intention of skating until Ace dragged him into the rink kicking and screaming (and then they were kicked out)

Vil - His famous last words were “How hard can it be” before falling rather ungracefully and causing a pile-up of skaters

Jack - Is the asshole who skates right in front of you and stumbles. We get it, you can stay upright now please get out of the middle of the rink before you kill someone

Crowley - Doesn’t even wait to get the group signed in before disappering only to reappear 10 minutes after everyone left with only the smell of alcohol emanating off of him to keep him company

Epel - Was still getting his skates on when Vil fell over, needless to say he was forbade from getting into the rink

Trey - He can skate. I have no proof that he can. But he can, Trey just chooses not to so he can stop Riddle from blowing up at the next person who mentions he can’t skate.

Sam - When would he find time to skate when he’s too busy running ‘Mr. S's Mystery Shop Lite’ in a storage room where none of the staff can see?

Neige - Was he even invited? Pt2 Choose not to skate because his fans chasing after him would cause a safety hazard

Jamil - Realised pretty early on that if Kalim is clinging onto him like a koala with abandonment issues he can't go and put on his skates. Unfortunately the koala in question did not reach the same conclusion

Crewel - Pfft Him? Skate? And risk getting his coat dirty? Absoloutely the fuck not

Azul -  When would he find time to skate when he’s too busy running ‘Mostro Lounge Lite’ in another storage room where none of the staff can see? What do you mean he’s scared? Of what? The floor? (Octo is not scared, Octo is terrified)

Sebek - He does technically get onto the rink, in his shoes. Sebek, ever the paranoid guard, shadows Malleus the whole time in case he falls and can’t get up. Inadvertently causes Dear Tsunotaro to trip when he shouts at Jack loud enough to knock Malleus of of his feet

Idia - I was tempted to say that he could skate but insisted he couldn’t to others so he could leave but I would have been wrong. Ortho uses puppy dog eyes and a decent amount upper body strength to force Idia onto the rink before watching his brother immediately fall and crawl away shouting about how he proved he can’t skate (No one had the heart to tell him that he never had skates on in the first place)

Jade - Spends the first half of the afternoon helping Azul and the second half restraining Floyd. Very capable boyo (So capable that one might overlook how he just can’t skate)

Trein - He never actually showed up, this whole outing was Crewel’s idea and so he wanted nothing to do with it

Riddle - Riddle is a burnt out former gifted kid who can’t put up with anything that he isn’t immediately good at. Yes I know he is cannonically really hard working and realisically practiced for a week leading up to the outing. No, I don’t care

Leona - Sleeps

Silver - Sleeps

Malleus - He only found out about the trip the night before when Yuu mentioned it. When he gets there he doesn’t understand and uses magic to hover a milimeter or two off of the floor.

[senlinyu]

"I still think about you when I can't sleep" -dramione

“I still think about you when I can’t sleep,” Draco said, staring wistfully at the slender back of the witch who was pointedly ignoring him and digging further into a drawer of files in the dusty records room where he’d risked approaching her.

She froze for several seconds before turning her head enough to glare over her shoulder at him. Her face was screwed up with disgust. “Ew.”

He stared at her blankly for a moment before choking.

“No! Not like that. I mean—“ he felt heat staining his cheeks, “maybe sometimes like that—“

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the filing cabinet.

“I mean—I think about you. About the things we used to talk about. When you took me to the Muggle museums, going ice skating, visiting the aquarium, that cramped bookshop in Paris…”

She turned sharply, her arms full of files and her expression cold. “Yes. It was fun, our secret relationship that you were so careful to restrict to Muggle world where no one would see us. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it so much.”

She marched past him. Her sensible oxford heels clicking sharply with each step.

His stomach clenched despairingly as he turned and trailed after her. “It wasn’t like that, Hermione.”

“It was exactly like that,” she said, her voice acidic.

“It wasn’t.”

She stopped and stared at him, her eyes burning and dangerous. “Do you think I’m stupid, Draco?” She raised an eyebrow. “We’ve known each other for what, sixteen years? At any point during that time have I given you reason to believe my judgement is impaired and my sense of reason questionable?”

She stepped towards him, and Draco’s heart rate shot up until the blood was roaring in his ears. She was right there, close enough to touch for the first time in weeks.

“Please tell me,” she flashed an insincere smile, “I really want to know.”

Draco swallowed thickly and decided it was a good day to die. “Well, there was one time.”

Hermione’s expression grew murderous.

He raised his eyebrows. “You dated an ex-felon for several months and didn’t seem to think it was going to have any repercussions on your Ministry career if people knew.”

She stared at him, her face turning white.

“Don’t. You. Dare!” Her voice was a forceful and enraged. “Don’t you dare try to pretend you were doing it for me. I didn’t ask you to protect me. I don’t need anyone to protect me. I didn’t want to hide it! Don’t you dare try to twist it and pretend you were doing it as a favour to me.” Her chest jerked as though she were fighting back tears.

“I swear to god, that’s why.” He reached towards her, and she recoiled, evading his touch.

Her eyes were swimming but her expression was venomous. “Right, now you’re here to lure me back into this relationship that was so harmful for me because, what? You care so much about my reputation but can’t help yourself?” Her face twisted into an eerily familiar sneer. “Go find yourself a stupider witch, Malfoy. I’m too busy with my incredibly important reputation and Ministry career to have time to listen you try to spin your way out of this and make it my fault.”

She pivoted and started walking rapidly away.

Draco stood staring after her, his heart dropping. He should have just stayed away. All he’d managed to do was make it worse.

He should just go. Go away and leave her alone the way she’d made it abundantly clear that she wanted him to.

“Hermione…” He was following her again as though she were a siren.

Her footsteps sped up.

He clenched his jaw and walked faster. He caught up with her as she turned the corner, catching her by the shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” She looked to be a split-second from kicking him in the shins.

He gripped her more tightly, leaning towards her longingly, his mouth dry. “Wait. Just let me explain once and I’ll never bother you again, you have my word, I’ll even make a vow if you want.”

She stared at him, her expression glacial. Several people in the hall glanced towards them and Draco instantly withdrew his hand and straightened.

Hermione’s eyes flashed with hurt. Draco swallowed and averted his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to ask you out,” he said, staring over her shoulder at a potted plant. “I never intended to. I assumed I’d get over it. But when you asked me, well,” he gave a pained smile, “I’m a spoiled only-child who’s always been selfish, of course I said yes. I assumed we wouldn’t last long and it’d be fine to let it run its course. I thought as long as I didn’t do anything to fuck up your life, I wouldn’t be doing any harm. I didn’t realise you’d think I was trying to keep you hidden as though you were some kind of indiscretion on my part. I am sorry. I should have said no from the beginning.” He swallowed and almost reached out at touched her.

He curled his hand into a fist. “I’m not here to try to get you back, I just wanted you to know it wasn’t you. It was never you. You were perfect. I’m sorry you thought it was. I’m sorry I’d already fucked over my future before I fell for you.” He inhaled and stepped back. “I wish you all the best, Granger. You deserve it.”

He nodded shortly and moved past her, feeling like he was going to be sick.

He never wanted to be honest with anyone ever again. He’d rather be crucio’d. Or by shot by one of those wooden and metal Muggle things. Muskets, he thought they were called.

He needed a drink. Fuck. He’d prefer a coma.

Now he had to walk all the way of goddamned Ministry pretending he hadn’t just ripped his heart out and left it with a witch who didn’t even want it.

The pounding rush in his ears was beginning to transform into a migraine.

“Draco Malfoy, stop right where you are!” Hermione’s voice cut through the suffocating fog in his head like the crack of a whip.

He froze and turned reluctantly to face her.

Her files no longer in her arms. They were laying in a pile in the middle of the floor. She was walking towards him, her face pale.

There were a number of people staring openly now. Draco swallowed.

She inhaled jerkily as she got close. “You—“ she started, her voice unsteady. “You are the biggest idiot I have ever met, and that’s really saying something considering how many idiots I know.”

Oh joy. He was going to be verbally masticated by her in a public hallway. Top off their breakup. This day could not get worse.

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, her eyes burning with indignation. “I have never cared about what wagging tongues had to say about me, and I don’t have any intention of starting to care now.”

Before Draco could finish processing the statement, she took hold of his robes, jerked him forcefully forward, and kissed him right in the middle of the Ministry.