#I won because some of the stuff I was getting shit for weren't even rules when I did them

[bayonettas-tits]

Thinking about how when I was twelve, I was put in a mock court trial over being allowed to remain on a Warriors/Homestuck Minecraft roleplay server with my irl friend acting as my lawyer, due to being a bit of a shithead on there.

I somehow won it.

[starzioo]

𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍.

This is a Blaise Zabini x Y/n one-shot. No warning just fluff. ^.^ This is one of the first one-shots I ever actually wrote and tbh I still rlly like it. pls don’t judge all the typos if there is any lol. I converted all the galleons to USD because it was confusing for me lol. T.T

Word count: 2622

You're a Pure Blood, Slytherin in your 5th year at Hogwarts. Growing up you always had a fancy for card games. You were a natural at card games, you were always able to tell if someone was bluffing. At first, you started gambling with food. Then that led to you gambling on bigger things. Money, Homework, but the thing you never gambled was yourself. You didn't want your fate being held in a card game. The odds were just too risky. During your 4th year at Hogwarts Draco had come to you with a proposal.

~FLASHBACK TO YOUR 4TH YEAR~

You had just finished your notes for Snape during potions. You had felt a paper ball hit the back of your head. You turn around seeing Draco gesturing for you to look at the paper ball on the ground. Looking around making sure Snape wasn't looking you carefully reached for the paper.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟏:𝟎𝟎 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨.

You turn back around to see him looking at you straight in the eyes, he nodded then went back to his notes. You brushed it off, seeing potions was your last class of the day when you got back to your dorm you took a nap.

~TIME SKIP~

When you woke up you hadn't realized how long you were sleeping. Looking at your watch it was already 10p.m you hurried and put on some sweatpants and a Slytherin sweater. You put your wand in your pocket incase Malfoy tried anything. You and the other Slytherins weren't close but everyone knows you well enough. Heading up to the tower you realized you were 20 minutes early. You sat there for awhile until you heard footsteps coming up the tower.

"Hey, so I have a proposal for you."

"Hm?"

"You know how you like cards?"

"Yeah..."

"What if we started a club..."

"What kinda club"

"One where we play cards of course." Draco says with a smirk.

"Hm...sure I'm down. Wait isn't gambling against the rules?"

"Well no shit. That's exactly why the club is secret. Only Slytherins will be allowed in. Me and you will be the owners of the club. 25% of all the money bet on the games will be profit for us. I just need a couple hundred from you to get the stuff we need."

"A couple hundred? I have some cash stashed in my dorm let's go."

*Back at your dorm you gave him the money*

"Ight this better be good Malfoy, if you don't make this cash back ima be pissed."

"Damn don't worry bout' it I got you."

"Get outa here before someone sees you."

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

"How are you so good at this Y/n!" Flint said getting mad you won the previous 4 games. "I'm just a natural" you said shrugging. Winning games against people like him were easy. They don't know how to keep a poker face. Even when they try they are easy to read. The only person in the club who was even close to being as good as you was Blaise. You've never played against him, but from hearing around the club you knew he had a fair chance of winning against you. You weren't about to let him win either breaking your perfect streak of 456-0 you've won every game you ever played in the club. "Well anyone else wanna play?" You said smirking shuffling a deck.

After playing a few games of Poker and Speed with Crabbe, Goyle, and Adrian. You started to feel bored. These games were too easy to win. You wanted to play a game that would make you actually work for a win. 'Eh I can work on that later' you thought. You decide to go look around the common room and see how the other games we going. Most people who even were in the club came from wealthy families making you and Draco's earnings very profitable, so it was only courtesy you saw how much everyone was betting. You happened to stumble upon a game of Poker between Draco and Blaise over by the fireplace. You had a view of Blaise's cards. He had a Royale flush, your eyes widened a little you noticed Draco was looking at you; so you decided to help Blaise out a bit and you made an iffy face. Draco saw and smirked, shuffling and placing his cards in different places. Other spectators from around the game can bet on who's going to win too, you decided to throw in 90 on Blaise's account just to make things a little interesting. Pansy who was the dealer told them to show their hands. Blaise won of course considering he had the best possible hand. He took his cash and gave a light smile to you. In return, you winked back. "Well shit. That makes his score 456-21 now." Draco said defeated "I can't wait for you and Blaise to finally play each other Pansy said. "Well what'ya know I'm in a good mood tonight why not." You said with confidence. As you approached Blaise you saw people staring Blaise was the only person you have never played a game against. "Hey, Blaise?" You said looking slightly up, he was taller than you by a few inches which did make you intimidated at first. "Hm?" He said eyeing you up and down slightly. "Would you care for a game?" His eyes lighted up a bit, "Sure..." he smirked.

Now sitting at the round table surrounded by people, Pansy was shuffling a deck. "Tonight we will be playing 5 card poker, aces wild, five rounds. Sound good?" You said lightly to Blaise as you played with a betting chip. "What are we betting?" He asked, his voice was deep, cold, it could make you melt. "Hm...I'm feeling bold tonight how about 200 a chip? Sound good?" You said with a smile. Blaise's eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Yes...but just what are you playing at Y/n?" He said. "Just feeling good tonight, nothing more." You said with you head resting on your hand. "How many chips would you like to start out with?" Pansy asked. "I'll take 50 please" you said. "And 40 for me." Blaise said sternly. Pansy then started dealing out ten cards, five for each of us. You look up at Blaise to see him already studying your face. You pick up your cards and study them for awhile. "Everyone please place your bets on the game, Draco will be coming around with a bag please put the money in there. Blaise, Y/n, you can either fold or place your bets. Starting with Y/n." Pansy said. You took a moment to think 'I have a pig. None of my cards line up maybe I should take the high road, make him fold.' You take all 50 of your chips and put them in the middle of the table. "All in." You say staring directly into Blaise's eyes. Pansy pauses for a second, you hear whispers around you. Talking about 'who just has that much money to throw around?' You couldn't care less about the amount of money you have. Most of it was earned from the club. Pansy clears her throat, "Blaise, Y/n currently has $10,000 in the pot. You can either bet or fold." Pansy says lightly. "I'll fold." He says, throwing his cards down. "I had a pig anyways." You say smirking, taking all your chips back.

The next three rounds were tedious. Blaise had won 2 and you had won 2. "We are now heading into the final round that will determine who will win the game overall. Everyone please-" "Pansy? I have a rather special request..." Blaise says looking at you in the eye. "If I win I get to have a date with Y/n."

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "That will only be in place if the other player accepts. Y/n do you accept this offer?" Pansy says with a questioning face. "Hm...I will only accept on the terms if I win; he has to pay me double what's been betted during the game." You say trying to figure out what he was thinking. "Blaise, do you accept these terms?" "I do." You hear people whispering and gossiping about the new conditions of the game. After Pansy dealer our cards she said "Everyone can now place their bets on who will win this game..." You see there are more people around you than when you first started the game. More and more people started betting. Knowing no matter what you would get your money back you felt good. You didn't care about the money though. You cared that Blaise wanted a date with you and not money? It confused you, but you were intrigued. Intrigued to know the reasoning behind why he was wanting a date with you. "It is now time for the showdown. Y/n how much would you like to start off the betting with?" Pansy asked. You looked at your cards again you knew no matter what you were going to win but you didn't show it. You placed 20 of your chips in the middle of the table. "Y/n has put $4,000 in the pot. What do you wish to bet Blaise?" Everyone was watching intensely. "Call." Blaise then puts up 20 of his chips too. "Y/n you can raise or fold. The pot is now $8,000" "Raise." You put up your last 30 chips. "Blaise, the pot is now $14,000. What do you wish to do" "Call." He says putting up 30 chips, smirking seeing you have no more chips left. "Y/n the pot is at $20,000. You have no more chips left, you can buy more or stop the betting, and go on with the game." "Pansy if it wasn't too much trouble could you get me 100 chips please?" You said nonchalantly. Everyone went silent. "O-Ofcourse" she said giving you 10 stacks of chips. "So where we're we at?" You said. "Continue betting or fold." "Raise, all in." You said pushing every last chip infront of you. Looking straight at Blaise from around all the chips. "Blaise the pot is now at $40,000 what do you wish to do?" "Fold." He said looking at you with a poker face. When you both dropped your cards everyone was shocked to see your royale flush, while as Blaise had a straight flush. "Y/n is the victor of this game; please go to Draco for the money." Said Pansy. Both you and Blaise stood from your chairs and shook hands. Before he could pull away from the handshake, you put your other hand on top of the handshake and said "Thank you for that game...it's been a while since I had a truly fun time playing cards." You said with a smile. He stays silent but instead of walking away he takes your hand a lightly kisses it. "It was my pleasure." He says looking at you.

Walking over to Draco for the money he looks at you like you're crazy. "Y/n do you know how much money you just got us?!" "Yeah" you said innocently "now if you don't mind I would like my cut wired to my account"

"I mean okay then." He says taking out a check book. You tried looking around for Blaise you wanted to ask him why he wanted a date with you. After minutes of walking around the common room looking for him, you went to Pansy. "Pansy have you seen Blaise?" "Oh yeah. He said he was tired and needed some sleep. He should be up in his dorm." "Thank you" you said with a smile. Heading up to the boys dorms and look for Blaise you never knew exactly what dorm he stayed in but you knew he shared with Draco. You keep walking till you see a dorm with its door slightly open. You enter to see Blaise unbuttoning his white under shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry.." you said immediately exiting the room. "No, it's okay come in..." You slowly entered the room again. This time he was sitting on a chair infront of the fire place. (This time with a shirt on ;)) "So..why are you here?" He asked lightly. "Uhh I guess I just wanted to talk to you about tonight." "What do you mean?" "You know why did you wanna go on a date with me instead of getting the money I bet. You could've won if you wanted to, I hope you know that." "Well Y/n I don't know if you know this but usually when someone wants a date with you, they usually like you more than a friend." He said fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "I-I mean I know that but-" "But I like you more than a friend and I just never knew how to tell you, so I thought instead of asking I could win a date with you. Also no I couldn't have won I had the worst hands and I could never beat you at a card game." He laughs a little. "Well I just wanted to let you know you don't have to pay me that money from the game...although I would still like that date." "Really?" He asks. "Yeah..." you said looking into his eyes.

After awhile of talking about where and when. About just random stuff you realized how much you actually had in common with Blaise. "I never knew that you and me took the same classes in first year." You said smiling. "Yeah I guess that's when I first started to want to know you..." Blaise said slightly embarrassed. You hear the door to the dorm open. "Woah hope I didn't intrude on anything. I can uh leave if you want me to." Draco said with his hands in the air like he was surrendering. "Uh no it's okay I'm getting tired anyways, and I'm guessing Pansy is wondering where I am." You look back to Blaise to see him glaring daggers at Draco then looking back to you with a softened expression. "Lemme walk you back to your dorms at least." Blaise said as you were walking towards the door. "Yeah that would be great" you said with a smile. As you two are walking in a comfortable silence Blaise says "I'll somehow get the money to you soon. I don't know how-" "it's okay..Really I don't need it I was really just trying to get you to fold." "You're Crazy" you slightly hit Blaise in the arm, then you realize you are now at the door to your dorm. "Well I guess I should go to sleep now" you said to Blaise "Do you have to?" "Duh I'm tired" you say slightly laughing. "Okay, goodnight...make sure you're ready by 1 to go to hogsmeade." Blaise said waving his finger at you. He turns around to walk back to the boys dorm, you grab his hand and pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck slightly pulling him down. "Thank for everything tonight.." you whisper to him. You kiss his cheek and walk into your dorm.

'Did Y/n just kiss me?' Blaise thought as he stood there holding his cheek.

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Pls lmk if you liked this chapter! Idkkk it’s kinda cornballish if u ask me but regardless I still like it. Sorry for any mistakes in the one-shot. Also lmk if you want more Blaise content because I have way more stories I’ve wrote. ^.^

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

wip wednesday sketch dump

tagged by: @ivymarquis @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @direwombat @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @josephslittledeputy (and likely others, I have been very absent as of late...sorry)

okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive

I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged

(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)

*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*

going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)

“You were jealous, weren't you?”

“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”

“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”

“And why’s that, eh?”

“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through. 

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”

“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”

“Well it should.”

“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her. 

“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”

His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”

Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.

Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear.  “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”

“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”

Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”

It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”

“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not after what I saw last night.”

[nuwuna]

Dance HCs for the Redacted bois :)

David: Ballet

My man likes rules and ballet has those rules. He was the best at partner work and lifted those girlies into the air with no problem. The pack teases him abt it sometimes but angel loves it. They constantly ask him to teach them variations.

Asher: Classic Jazz/Hip-hop

I think he was enrolled in jazz classes as a kid and really enjoyed it. Later on, he thought hip-hop was really cool so he watched a bunch of videos on it. yes, self-taught hip-hopper ash. he's an absolute beast at clubs and definitely dances to the songs playing at grocery stores.

Milo: BALLROOM PLEASE HE'S LITERALLY PERFECT FOR THIS ARE YOU KIDDING? He loved every aspect of it: the style, the costumes, the competition, EVERYTHING. He was really good at it too, he won like 90% of the competitions we was in. He definitely had a massive rivalry with another person and was petty abt it.

Vincent: Contemporary Ballet

not necessarily ballet but it has a certain artistic element that he enjoys. He took a few classes as a kid and then enrolled in some classes at his college. I just think that he would be really good at it and it's not super traditional.

Sam: Country Western

my guy is from the south what did you expect? anyways he went to a lot of shindigs as a kid and then went to country clubs in college. He's goated at partnering too. he spins his partners around and lifts them into the air with ease. Even tho darlin is made of steel he can still pull crazy stunts.

William: Ballet

He's literally from France and was the reason why Tchaikovsky wrote the Nutcracker. He KNOWS his stuff.

Gavin: Jazz 

Okay a bit different, but I think that he enjoys the more mature jazz/theatre. Like cabaret, chicago, and moulin rouge. he LIVES for that shit. fosse is his idol bro. he occasionally surprises freelancer with a little number lol

Damien: Ballet

my man went far with this like he was GOOD. He was definitely enrolled in a professional company before he went to damn. He was super particular about every move and argued with people during variations. He even got annoyed at the girls he was paired with because they weren't certain moves correctly. The other dancers didn't like him very much, but those russian ballet teachers did, and that's why he got so many good roles in the shows he was in.

Lasko: Musical theatre

okay, hear me out here. he's a show tunes guy. he loves newsies, grease, and hamilton and was for sure a theatre kid before his powers manifested. Like can you imagine how cute that is? he's a little bit embarrassed about it but when freelancer asks him about it he pulls out the old CDs. pls so cute

Huxley: Rhythmic tap

no not theatre tap like he goes hard with the rhythms. you really wouldn't expect it but you can sometimes catch him tapping when he's sitting or waiting in line. he's an absolute beast at it.

Caelum: Lyrical

he loves all of Maddie Ziegler's solos. the likes how much emotion is put into every move and gets very invested in the stories he tells through the movement. he also really likes all the pretty costumes.

anyways this is all just my opinion and I miss dancing a little bit. :P

[bisexualreadsbooks]

It's Past 4 A.M. But I'm Still Pissed About This So I Need to Rant

Okay, so, I currently live with my parents in a closed-off community (I'm currently looking for a job, but even after getting one it would probably take me years to afford my own apartment) that allows both full-year buyers and renters for the summer season alike. A group of volunteers within the community usually hold events throughout the year as well. I like quite a few of these events as they get me out of the house and will sometimes also benefit other people (i.e. every December people donate gifts and gather together for a wrapping party so children who come from not-so well off families can have something to open from "Santa" on Christmas).

At the start of the year, my dad was asked to volunteer his time and help out as some people had recently stopped showing up at the events they were supposed to help with. He's alright with most of the stuff he's been asked to do, but it's started to be a bit too much. One of the people in charge, we'll call her Karen to simplify things, is just a straight up bitch. For one thing, she doesn't seem to care that my mom isn't a part of this volunteer group, Karen insists that she show up anyways since "all the volunteer's spouses help out. It's an unwritten rule" (no, it's not. The head of the volunteer group said as much). Whatever, my mom still shows up to help when she has the time.

What really started getting on my dad's nerves was her insistence that he show up to help out more often during the summer season. During the summer, my dad picks up a few shifts as a security guard in the community, so he often has to sit out in the sun for hours at a time (he's really not supposed to be doing this as he has high blood pressure and the heat stress can make that worse). Unfortunately, many of the events during this season are held outside in the sun. My dad's job coupled with him sitting out in the summer heat during these events has really taken a tole on his overall health. Although it ate away at him, he's just as hardheaded as I am and refuses to quit most things he commits to.

The breaking point, though, happened about a week ago. My mom had decided to enter our dog in one of the events that was taking place. It was a contest where some of the kids who live in the community vote on the cutest dog there. Only three dogs including ours actually showed up since the event wasn't advertised well. My dad wasn't asked to help with this event, so he was just there to make sure our dog didn't try to take my mom for a joyride around the park (she's still very puppy at 7 months, but she's super strong, so there's no way my mom would be able to hold onto her for long when she gets really excited). Out of the three dogs there, ours got third place, placing last among the other two contestants. That's fine, our puppy is part Pitbull and it really shows in her appearance. Even though everyone in my family knows that breed isn't actually aggressive, the stigma still stands and some people are pretty afraid of them due to their reputation. It wasn't until after the prizes were given and we were ready to head home that one of the kids there came up to my dad and our dog. He told my dad that he thought our puppy was the cutest and wanted her to win, but the "mean old lady" who was monitoring the event told all the voters that she couldn't win since my dad was a part of the volunteer group and it wouldn't be fair to the other contestants whose owners weren't.

That's right, Karen tried to rig the competition so that our puppy would lose. Now, did this mean our dog would have won if she didn't say anything? No. Like I said, she's part Pitbull and very few children wanted to approach her because of it. In my dad's eyes, however, it was the last straw. I'm personally not offended by THIS injustice. On the other hand, I am raving mad at some of the other shit she's done, including the things I mentioned above as well as recently wanting some kids who were selling lemonade within the community to stop since they were "taking away from a business at the bay" (whenever events happen at the bay during the summer, a local business sells food and drinks to the people there and shares the profit with her since she allows them to set up there). Those kids weren't hurting business, and the only reason they were selling lemonade in the first place was to help raise donations for another little kid in the community who has cancer. Honestly, what kind of bitch do you have to be to complain over that?!?

My dad doesn't want to confront her about it since he likes volunteering at the events where he gets to help others (we all like the wrapping party at Christmas) and Karen is friends with his boss and he'd rather not get fired over it, so he plans to wait a bit and then quit the volunteer group after the summer season is done with some bullshit excuse. I still think she's a total bitch and would love to say so to her face, but I also understand my dad's point of view. Right now, though, I'm just filled to the brim with anger over this woman.

[madd-devil]

Succubus

Succubus part 2

@nevereverlandboys

You smiled as you drank your glass of wine, hearing Satan and Lilith bickering together was always the funniest thing in the whole Hells. The Devil and the Queen of the Sex Demons had a long story of fighting with each other. You turned your head to see Felix, sitting and looking bored on the bloody red sofa, on the other side of the room.

You decided to walk up to ask him about his current mood. Felix have seemed to be a bit distant since his arrival in Hells and you thought it was because it was pretty warm (of course, it was Hells, with fire and volcanoes).

"Hey hot stuff." You greeted as you sat down next to him.

"Hey." He replied, not looking at you.

"What's up with you lately? We haven't had a proper night together since like 5 or 6 days ago." You asked rudely, being annoyed by his behaviour. "You ain't telling me anything."

"What do you want me to tell you? Each time I try to speak to you, you go on and on about your ambitions and the fact you want to be... to be more powerful." Felix snapped angrily. "You're not even listening to me anyway."

You growled and showed him your pointy teeth (you had decided to keep your full demon appearance, to blend in with the people here). He huffed and went away, probably leaving to your shared room. You wanted to follow him but Satan appeared on the scene, and you stared at him as he started his weekly show. It started by a few funny shows with dead comedians then Satan delivers a speech and singers appears. It was a weekly thing and you liked it.

"Good evening my fellow demons!" Satan said, hands raised.

Everyone cheered and clapped their hands and paws together. You did so, following the others.

"I have a great announcement to make!"

Everyone stopped talking and some whispered, wondering what it was about. You glanced over at Lilith, who waved at you friendly but she clearly knew something. You frowned and turned your attention back to the King of Hell.

"As you all know, I have ruled Hells since the beginning of times, in all fairness and dignity." He started, his red eyes glowing a bit. "But my time has come to an end. I am quite... tired of doing that. I am happy to announce that I will retire in the next few weeks."

Everyone was dead silent. Even you. Your mouth opened slightly, you were very surprised by that. Every demon was. Satan smirked, in a devilishly way. There was more of it.

"I will of course need a replacement... The one who will win the Hell Tournament will become... me."

A grin slowly marked your face and your tail shook. You were excited, it was the perfect opportunity. You didn't know why but deep inside, you always knew you were meant for greatness. It was your destiny to become the new ruler of Hells. You couldn't skip an event like this!

The winner would win the throne, and have the dark powers of Hells. Becoming a ruler meant power and you loved that, the power. Being a succubus, you were already powerful, being able to charm anyone and anything. No one could resist you. You often won the Hell Tournament and all demons knew how strong you were. It would be a piece of cake.

You strolled happily into the room, decorated with the finest furniture from the Renaissance era in France. Felix was laying on the bed but you knew he was not sleeping. You crawled into the bed, and went to kiss him. The boy turned his head and you growled.

"What again?"

"You smell like my mom." Felix confessed, confusing you.

"What do you mean?"

"You smell alcohol. I don't like that scent." The blond haired boy said as he snuggled into the covers.

"Oh..." You whispered.

You hold him close to you, putting one of your wings over him in a protective manner. You started to rub his back softly. You loved Felix, more than you would ever admit to yourself but you were also a demon, which meant you loved power too. Of course, if you were meant to choose, you would choose power.

The next morning, when you awoke, Felix was at the balcony, observing the red sky of Hells. You stood up lazily, marched towards him and hugged him from behind, kissing his bareback tenderly.

"Hello handsome." You purred.

He didn't reply and sighed. He turned his head to stare at you, sadness in his eyes. You frowned.

"What is it?" You asked.

"You talk in your sleep." He said.

"And? Get to the point Felix." You hissed, eating the remaining of a apple.

"You said you would exchange me for any kind of power."

You stopped eating and glanced at Felix, your cheeks flushing a bit. You were kinda embarrassed. You may have said that yes and it was maybe true: in fact you didn't know which you preferred. Love made you stronger, you loved Felix it was a fact but wasn't the true power real power? Satan never loved anyone and he was so powerful. You cared a lot about power, and it never brought you prejudices.

"It was just a dream. Don't think too much about it." You advised him, looking for clothes. "Do you want to visit the modern world with me?" You asked, trying to make him think of something else.

The tall boy huffed and crossed his arms, his grey cold eyes piercing into you. He looked rather nice with only pants on. You licked your lips, thinking of all those nights when you two were tangled in the bed, glued onto each other and taking and making pleasure from behind with each other.

"Why would you want to bring me to some bars you go? You always go to flirt with everyone anyway."

"I was just trying to be nice!" You told him, glaring at him.

Felix kind of jolted and looked away. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and pinched your nose. You turned to look at him.

"Listen... I promise I won't do anything that kind. I won't go to a pub or bar I swear."

"How can I know you will maintain your promise?" Felix questioned, an eye brow raised.

"I know those last few days have been... rough for you and that I was not the loveliest person but I promise, this time nothing bad will happen." You said sincerely. "Tell you what: you will be the one to choose the era, the country and the city where we will be going!" You examined excitedly. "What do you say of that?"

You hoped this peace offering would work. You were very sincere about it and your feelings toward the lean boy. He looked excited too, a small smile creeping on his face. He looked like a young puppy. It was very cute. You chuckled, shaking your head.

You cheered loudly as you drove the car down the path in California. It was the 1960's and you loved that area. Felix was on the passenger's seat, looking at the landscape. Everything was dry and the weather was quite hot, and you didn't exactly know why Felix chose those years but you rolled with it.

You stopped the car near the beach, a few people were there but you didn't care. You exited the red car, Felix next to you and took your bag. You smiled at the sweet action.

"What a gentleman." You purred, putting on your sunglasses. "We should find a lonely place."

"You're right."

Both of you walked up on the beach, ignoring the glances people were throwing at you because of your very short outfits. You rolled your eyes as some mothers whispered to their young ones about her. Eventually, the two of you walked in front of some men and of course, those dirty animals started whistling at you and throwing gross insults at you. You went to go charm them but Felix was far quicker: he jumped in front of them and punched a man with a scruff. The man took a few steps backwards and then fell on his back.

"If any of you useless piece of shit dares to look at my girl, I fucking swear I will have great pleasure playing with your intestines." Felix threatened.

You were a bit shocked of this reaction but you were somewhat glad Felix stepped in. It was hot and it was a proof he liked you right? Maybe love was not that meaningful. The tall boy draped one of his arm around your shoulder, his hand bloody. You leant into his touch.

"My hero." You chuckled, glancing behind. "Damn you didn't miss."

"No one touch what belongs to me."

A smirk appeared on your face. Felix was being more and more hellish and it was very nice. You loved it. Some minutes later, you two have found a nice spot. It was between rocks, so no one could spy on you two. Felix was already undressing, eager to test the water. He must miss the sea. You however, didn't really like it.

"Are you ready?" Felix asked, starting to walk towards the sea.

"Hum..."

"What is it?"

"I don't know how to swim." You revealed, looking down at your fingers.

Felix's face made you understand he was very surprised by this fact about you. It was true that he didn't know much about you and your past, just the general information.

"Are you kidding?" When he saw you weren't laughing, his mouth opened. "That can't be true."

"Listen, in Hells, we don't have water: only lava."

"Some demons surf on the lava and swim in it." Felix replied.

"Yes but... if you want to go in the water, then go." You said as you sat down on the towel you brought. "It's going to be alright. Have fun, it's your day after all!" You gave him a reassuring smile.

He nodded back at you and ran towards the water, jumping in the waves and diving in. A genuine smile appeared on your face as you watched him diving in and playing around. You heard him laugh and it made you happy. One hour later, he showed up again, as the sun was setting.

You welcomed him with a towel. He then sat down next to you, glancing at you from time to time.

"What?" You asked him a bit annoyed with his staring.

"Why don't you want to swim? Each time you are near water, except when you take your bath or go to the thermal area in Hells, you are nervous. Too nervous. You're scared of water, aren't you? Did something happen?"

You were silent and closed your eyes tightly. You had sworn to never tell this story to anyone, except to your superiors, so all the Princes of Hell, Lilith, the other big demons and Satan itself. They all knew the story and why you were so afraid of water. You sighed and tried to not look at Felix's handsome features.

"You want to know the truth?" You asked with a pathetic voice.

"Yes." He answered.

You rubbed your face to calm you down and collect yourself.

"Alright. So, it's not a good story, it has a pretty bad ending. I was... I was driving a long time ago on the roads of Greece, back in 2006. I was o a vacation there with a guy I liked but he was an asshole so that day, I dumped him and left him all alone to go back to the country we lived." You started, with a low chuckle. "So... I was angry and I was driving pretty fast. The roads in Greece, especially in mountains, are kinda hard to drive in. It was raining too. My car... I don't know exactly what happened. Suddenly I was in the water, I couldn't get out of my car."

You stopped to take a shaky breath. You tried to not cry.

"That's how I died. I drowned."

Some tears rolled down on your cheeks. Your sunglasses was inside your back, so the blond haired boy could clearly see that you were sobbing. You didn't know what to do, you felt pathetic in front of Felix. You were a strong and powerful demon.

You felt arms pulling you toward his chest. He was not completely dried off yet but it was a nice feeling.

"Stop crying. You are a beautiful and strong demon. No such charming creature cries like a pathetic woman." Felix told you, wiping your tears away with his fingers.

Then, he kissed you on the lips. It was a soft kiss. You craved for more. Felix's hands ran up and down your back. Your tight tank top was becoming a huge obstacle, so he started to unbutton it. You weren't wearing anything underneath, which was a huge no no for that time area but usually you didn't care. The blond haired boy's lips left your mouth to travel down your neck, reaching your breasts.

You moaned as he started to lick your nipples, and you felt the warmth bubbling in your stomach. Your womanhood started to feel so warm and hot, you needed Felix to touch you everywhere and for once, you didn't even want to be the dominant one. After all, it was his day. He could decide to do whatever he wanted.

Your short and panty quickly disappeared as Felix started to thrust into you. You let go of small moans as the lean boy was rougher and rougher than usual. Your fingers scratched deeply into his back and you bite down his neck, leaving your signature into his skin.

You were soon against a rock, the blond haired boy tugging at your hair. You truly wished to make more sounds, to yell in ecstasy as Felix ravishe you but you couldn't or else you will attract dirty little pigs and you hated when people you haven't invite watch what you were doing with your mortal lover.

Felix came into your womanhood and he gasped against your mouth, his lips brushing yours. Your hands went to his hair, petting it softly. He kissed you passionately, whispering "I love you"'s and sweet things to you.

The Hell Tournament would start today and damn were you excited. Felix was still sleeping in your bed, tangled in the sheets. You combed your hair quickly and made it into some braids. Next you needed your armour. You stood in front of your mirror, snapping your fingers until you get the nicest one and a good color sheet. You chose one with dark colours of course, with some details in silver and gold. You grinned and glanced at Felix, the sleepy head, who had just awoken.

He yawned and stretched, observing you with curious eyes. You gave him a silly twirl.

"You look nice in it." He told you.

"Of course. I look nice in everything." You huffed. "I won't probably be back before five or six hours."

Feliz raised an eyebrow at that and rolled back in bed.

"I see. I guess it's quicker because demons are that powerful ugh?"

"Yeah, weak ones are eliminated fast enough. Big demons fight until the last one is standing and this time... it won't be jewel, cups or weapons." You declared, ambition in your voice as you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. "It will be for the crown of Hells."

Felix stayes silent and you guessed he went back to sleep. He was exhausted after all the training he had with you (he asked you to teach him some hell techniques of fighting), a steamy shower and a very... unforgettable night.

You exited your home and flew to the arena. A lot of demons were there, more than usual. You didn't care: as soon as you arrived, all heads turned to you. They were all afraid of you. Lilith was there too, wearing a beautiful gold and red dress. She was speaking to some queens and kings from the mortal realm. You thought she was speaking to Marie Antoinette.

Satan appeared, everyone cheered for him as he bowed ridiculously.

"Salutations to you all, my fellow demons. As you all know, now is your chance to win the ultimate prize of the Hells Tournament!"

You cheered after him, your voice louder than any demon in the small room. You loved to fight and were a excellent fighter. Your love for power was growing harder and harder, you could almost grab the crown Satan had in his claws.

"Let the game begins!" Satan yelled, flames engulfing his body, disappearing from the small stage.

You roared as you cut a demon's arm with your sword then twirled on yourself to block someone's attack. You hit her in the guts, took her long red hair and yanked at it so far it almost fell out of her skull.

You let out a maniac laugh as you used your powers like never. You were pretty sure Lilith was cheering for you, you could hear her voice from above and Satan was probably watching you too. You smirked as you advanced to the last of the fighters: some Princes of Hells, some higher demons and a strange looking demon, wearing a bloody red and silver armour, using a dagger, crossbow and a pole weapon.

You didn't know that demon but you didn't care: you will won that crown and those hellish powers. You "killed" Erzon and Flamin, the twins Princes of Hell and you attacked the remaining demon standing. That strange fellow dodged mainly all your attacks, but what was strange was that it was fighting like you, with your own techniques. Finally, you tackled him against the hot ground of the arena, pressing your blade down its neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" You hissed as you succeeded to remove his great helm.

You froze upon the sight below you. It was not a demon. It was Felix. Everything was so silent.

"What the?!"

The blond haired boy punched you in the face and you fell down. You shook your head and rolled over as he attacked you. Then you stood up quickly, took him by his left arm to twist it and you heard a horrible sound, a cracking sound. Felix screamed in pain and looked at you with a painful look. You had broken his arm. Then you punched him with your sword and let him fall to the floor.

You had won. But you weren't happy. You were enraged.

You entered into the room angrily and glared at Felix who was sitting on the sofa. His arm was bandaged with a cast and his scar was reopened.

"How could you?!" You screamed at him.

"Do what?" Felix asked calmly.

"You know what I fucking mean! Oh my fucking god Felix! You could have been killed!"

"You nearly did kill me!" He protested, standing up. "I was right, Satan and Lilith were right!"

"Wait what?" You toned out in a dumb way.

Felix rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. He sat down again and stared at you.

"They came to speak to me multiple times." He revealed. "They told me about your strange behaviours, that the only way to know if you were really in love with me was to know if you would let me win the Tournament."

"What?! That's insane!" You exclaimed as you paced in the room.

"I got my answer." He said calmly and simply.

"You know what? Yeah! Yeah I fucking love power, more than you because with the power, at least I am never let down by anyone in my freaking life!"

You stormed out of the room, angry tears running down your face. You hide in a corner in Hells, near a pit of lava for a few days, the crown still on your head. You took it and observed it from every angle possible. You would become the greatest queen of Hells. No one will stop you. Your reign will start as soon as Satan will make it official and he will then crown you in front of every living creature in Hells.

Being queen of Hells was wonderful: you had all the greatest and darkest powers, was almighty and ruled over a gigantic kingdom. You loved it. Your room had improved and you and Felix... Well, you were like blocked. He had betrayed you after all. He didn't trust you enough. To be honest, you didn't really care: you had sex with other creatures and demons and mortals. Sometimes Felix would appear and try to talk to you but you didn't listen. You had important things to deal with now that you were queen.

But one night, when you came back to your room, Felix was no where to be seen. He had left, you didn't know how. Maybe Lilith helped him ran away. You didn't care. At all. He must have run back like a dog to that nasty Peter Pan.

Some weeks passed, months passed, even years. Power ran down your veins, you had grown wiser and smarter... and also kinder. Power changed you in a way.

Sometimes, you would cry at night. Cry because you missed your old life, missed when you thought ruling over an empire was easy. You were so foolish back then. You were surrounded by idiots too. Satan and Lilith went on a trip to Hawaii with the Princes of Hells.

You sighed as you played with your hair, reading some papers, and reports, who died, when, where how and what was their judgement. You couldn't rest so you have decided to work. Suddenly, you threw your writing and inked feather to the wall, as well as your crown which fell heavily on the ground. You let out a scream. You had enough. You needed to leave, to find yourself once again. Maybe you should place a regent? That sounded like a great idea. You had chosen Satan for that and left a quick note to him, taking the crown with you. It was known that whoever's get the crown would get the throne and you just needed a small vacation.

You hide in the shadows, travelling to the biggest portal in Hells. You wondered where you could go. You decided somewhere nice, where no one knew you. With a flip of your hand, the heavy and long mirror showed you a small town called Storybrook, a small city hidden by magic, where everyone had their memories whipped by the Evil Queen. A perfect place to hide. You jumped into the portal and you landed in a forest.

Looking around, you mentally noted the three dark trees around a small destroyed well. It was by this way you would go back home. Changing your clothes and hiding the crown in your bag, you decided to go to town. You entered the local dinner, ordering a sweet hot drink and some crepes. The waitress, whose name you learnt was Ruby, gave them to you with a smile and talked to you for a bit, since there were just you, some old men huddled in a corner and the apparently mayor of the town.

"What is your name? I never seen you around here before." Ruby asked.

"I am (Y/N)... (Y/N) Bond."

Ruby chuckled at your surname and you cracked a smile. You had to admit that you liked the character of James Bond.

"Well Miss Bond, welcome to Storybook." Ruby said with a warm smile.