#having human hands capable of making something useful is magic

[thaliajoy-blog]

Princess Arete is so good & fun. A locked up little princess who yearns to learn & do useful things is controlled by her father & his councillors and ends up kidnapped by an evil wizar ; she escapes from him & realizes the wizard has big time self-loathing problems.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Malleus Draconia: Made Up

… Why does Malleus continue to have some of the most “hey are u lost bbg” facial expressions + poses ever on his initial birthday card artworks… 💀

He really looks like his mom when his hair is all pinned back like in his alt and Groovy look. xbjsbsjww The makeup products he’s using… They look like Giorgio Armani 💰

Rise and Shine!

Humans were blessed with two hands with which to do all of their work. Malleus Draconia had no need for either of his.

Lipstick, liquid eyeshadow, and finishing powder lifted into the air, glowing an eerie green. They uncapped and began applying themselves, gliding easily across his lips, painting his lids, and patting down his pale skin. Already, a cloth was busy polishing his horns, and a brush ran through his hair. A mirror, magically suspended before him, displayed his regal visage--a work of art slowly coming into its peak form.

You had heard Scarabia's vice dorm leader mention that he used magic to do his hair--a complex, precise process--but had never in your life witnessed a show like this. You clapped for Malleus, as if a spectator that had just seen a most wonderous trick.

He cut you a curious look. "May I ask why the applause, child of man?"

"It's just so cool seeing you use your magic," you replied truthfully. "There's so many things happening at once, it's hard to know where to keep my eyes. You're really amazing!"

There was a sound akin to a stifled chortle. These, you had grown accustomed to.

"You never cease to surprise. This is but a modicum of what I am capable of." He almost seemed to pout as he said it, as if itching to demonstrate the full extent of his powers. Wanting praise for something more.

"Oh, trust me. I know you are--but it's nice to see the Malleus Draconia using his magic to do normal, everyday stuff too." You grinned, ducking behind him to peek into his mirror. Your gazes met in the sparkling glass. "I wish everyone could see this."

"It is hardly a matter of importance to share the details of my morning routine with the masses. Besides, Grandmother would no doubt grant me a thorough scolding for allowing myself to be seen in such an improper state.”

He yawned, and a hand moved to cover his mouth, where you caught a glimpse of pointed canines. A rare moment of cuteness, of vulnerability. A side of himself kept private. Such a mundane thing--it reminded you that he, too, was but a student, preparing to tackle another day.

"Maybe not, but then again… maybe they'd see what I see too."

You quirked a brow. "And what is it that you see?"

"That you're not as scary as whatever scary made-up version of yourself they have in their heads. It's not all doom and gloom, wrath and lightning. You're someone that laughs and cries too."

"... Do they have that impression of me?" Malleus brought a hand to his chin. "Odd. When I last conversed with a peer of mine, they were so elated to be in my presence that they fainted on the spot. Lilia commended me for making such a strong impression on them."

"Erm... Lilia might not be the best judge for that." You poked at the corners of your mouth. "You have a nice smile, so how about showing it more? That might draw people to you."

"Hmmm. Like this, perhaps?"

He attempted to imitate you. The result was an awkward facsimile of your smile. Not quite the same curve, and with the tips of his fangs poking out. His eyes, still ominous.

Clumsy, but a little dangerous.

Your heart sprouted wings and fluttered. “It’s a good start! You’ll get the hang of it with more practice.”

Malleus sighed, and at once, the items that had been hovering around him collapsed along with his breath. “This is a conundrum. As a public figure and representative of my country, it’s imperative that I maintain my reputation.”

The fluttering in your chest settled like a stone sinking into the bottom of a lake. A sudden weight, a sadness, sitting in your stomach. He cut a gallant figure--but without the fairy lights and fire, he was but a pitiful creature trapped within stone walls.

Lonely and misunderstood.

Without a word, you slipped a hand into his. Malleus felt cold to the touch, like some long-forgotten relic dug up from some ruins.

His eyes shot wide open with alarm. "What are you..."

"Let's walk to class like this," you suggested softly. "I know you wouldn't harm me. If everyone else can see that... they'd understand, right?"

Shock flooded Malleus's face. Then, like a flash of lightning and a fleeting bellow of thunder, it was over, replaced by the faintest chuckle.

"... Very well." He squeezed your hand, the motion sending sparks of electricity through you. "I would not be opposed to this. If they are to weave tall tales, then all we must do is flip the script and write a story of our own to combat theirs."

[redflagshipwriter]

Snatching Snitches pt 4

Masterpost

“Father.” Bruce yelped as Damian appeared, like a wraith, at his elbow. His hand convulsed to hold the 105 page treadmill manual in his grip hard enough to tear the paper cover. His heart rate picked up in that instant as his hard-won instincts to fight were ruthlessly suppressed by his conscious awareness that he was safely at his home. Bruce could not strike. He strangled his impulses, if barely.

His son ignored the reaction entirely on, blithe about startling someone who might lash out. “I require transportation.” Fuck. Christ. He could have hurt Damian.

Bruce blinked and took a moment to come back to the real world as he put down the manual he was reading. “Ah…” He racked his memory for his sons’ schedules, trying to make this interaction make sense. Nothing came to mind at 6pm on Tuesday, so he gave up and asked, “Where to?”

“Titans Tower,” Damian instructed. He glowered, his green eyes shining in the lowlight. He was, Bruce thought, adorable. Bruce was still strangling panic at the intrusive thought that he might have harmed his baby. He took a deep breath and put away the frisson of fear in order to exist in the current moment.

He kept the resulting smile off of his face, as his prickly baby would not appreciate it. “Oh?” he said mildly. Bruce stood up and brushed dust off his trousers. “Are you going to meet someone?”

“I require a consultation with one of the trainers there,” Damian reported sharply. He was all but standing at attention.

Bruce went through a mental inventory in an instant– Raven. Damian had to be intending to speak with Raven to get a tracking spell or some such for his cat. That…

Well. She would probably tell him no, but it wasn’t his place to try to shield his kids too much from the world. Besides, Damian was a persuasive young man. Perhaps she could find his kitty for him.

‘I wouldn’t mind knowing where the cat went,’ Bruce thought privately. He fetched his keys for the car in the right city, ready to escort Damian through the transportation relay to San Francisco. ‘Even if he wasn’t heartbroken, it’s troubling that a cat managed to get from Bristol to a bus depot in Gotham Central.’

That was somehow more upsetting than the fact that the cat hadn’t been seen on camera after that bus ride. The cameras were low-quality. The cat could have been hidden under seats or inside a bag. But how had the naked cat navigated Gotham’s troubled public transportation system? Most of his kids didn’t dare try.

Hopefully the damn thing hadn’t been eaten by a coyote or something. Damian would never forgive the bearer of bad news.

XXX

The flock of imbeciles at the tower of stunted titans were useless to his aims. They clustered him with bids for attention and puerile greetings. Damian stoically endured their pleasantries until he had pierced the inner sanctum and then beelined for the quarters belonging to the current head trainer.

“Raven.” He rapped at her chamber door, respectful in the presence of an aged witch. “I wish to speak with you.”

The door opened with no human touch. The buzz of demonic magic rattled around in his teeth, an unpleasant crispness to the air as Raven exercised her powers.

“Come in, Robin.” Her scratchy voice called out. He stepped inside and turned to see the woman sitting midair, cloak and hair dangling down. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” he said, “but not in a world shaking sense.” He confronted her head-on. “I believe that I encountered a spirit or ghost of some variety. It stayed with me for several weeks before disappearing. As I am invested in his welfare, I much desire to locate him again.”

Her eyebrows went up high on her oddly short, round forehead. “Do you have a foci- you have a whole scrapbook. Alright.” She took it from him and then blinked. “He took the shape of a cat?”

“He was clearly intelligent, and capable of walking through solid matter,” Damian laid out his case. “Undoubtedly he is more than the average feline, as he is capable of using a tablet to write in English. However, I am concerned for his welfare. When he came to me, his condition was poor and his stress was obviously high. I cannot rest without confirming his welfare. I have traced his travel to a dank pit of despair known as Amity Park, which seems to be rife with dangers for ghosts.”

If only he knew where Snitches was hiding there, Damian would simply retrieve his boy.

“Do you have any type of contract or bond connecting you?”

Damian nodded and indicated the scrapbook with a nod. “Please turn to page 62.”

Paper flipped. She regarded the gold-lined paper and the paw prints on it dispassionately. “That should work,” Raven admitted wryly. She seemed amused. “Stand by. Let’s do this now.” Her eyes flickered with an unholy light and she lifted her hands, palms-up and fingers splayed. “Let’s see what kind of answer we can get.” She tossed her hair slightly as she looked upwards and started the mutter to herself. Paper rustled in a sourceless wind.

Damian took a judicious step backwards. It was well that he did. A glistening crack in reality peeled itself open. It was virulently green.

“In you go.”

He stepped into the crack and then up a short set of mahogany stairs, into a circular office. Raven followed at his heels, floating in and peering around.

A skeleton in a blue military uniform with some unknown epaulets raised a bony hand in greeting. “Welcome to custody court, how can I help you?” He seemed unpaused by the flying girl.

Damian brandished his scrapbook with the original copy of his precious paperwork. “I adopted a ghost, as you can see.” He pointed to Snitches’s pawprint signature. “He has run away. I am extremely concerned for his welfare.”

The dead man leaned in to examine the paperwork. It very clearly had “Adoption Certificate” branded across the top in ornamental script. “That seems to be in order. You need help finding and placing him, then?”

“He needs to sue for custody,” Raven interjected. Her eyes glinted purple in the dim light. “We don’t know if there are any current guardians, but we suspect the minor is experiencing neglect.”

The skeleton grunted and hit a button on his chest. “Can we get a compliance officer in here?” He asked. “Need to look into a vulnerable minor ghost.”

Damian felt a thrill of success. Finally, he was on the right track. And everyone here seemed shockingly competent.

The compliance officer appeared in the form of a purple tinted middle aged woman, with an extremely dated hairstyle. “Good morning and evening, if you’ll provide me with a record of the child’s ecto signature, I’ll be able to do a home check.”

Damian proffered the scrapbook. “Will something in this suffice?”

She took it with a hum and started flipping through. “Oh, yes,” she said. She picked up the collection of hairs that Snitches had shed onto the pillow and absorbed it into her hand. “I’ll go find him and investigate his condition.”

“Do not alarm him,” Damian said. His stomach twisted. “He is only a little boy.”

The ghost nodded, her glasses slipping up and down her nose. “I’ll be circumspect,” she promised. Then she bustled away as the skeleton man returned with a hefty stack of paperwork.

Raven peered over his shoulder as he worked on it. “Write your name as D. Wayne,” she advised. “I have a premonition.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and did as she said.

The paperwork was extensive, and it took at least an hour. During that time the compliance officer reappeared. She was significantly more ruffled than she had appeared at departure. “Well!” She slicked down her hair, which had puffed out in shock from its sleek updo and was fizzing slightly.

Damian leaned over to confirm that the edges of her clothing were smoking and torn. “How was visitation?”

She made an odd high-pitched sound, almost like a hiccup. Her whole figure went static momentarily. “Why don’t we all have a look!” She held up an oval. “I would have to concur that the minor is not in a safe environment.” An image of two people in a fight fizzled into being.

Damian squinted. “I do not…” he trailed off as he really looked at them.

Of the two figures, one was a sleek and confident female figure in a rocker outfit. The other figure was awkward and somewhat gangly, extremely vulnerable and yet determined.

How very odd. But there was only one possible explanation:

“The white and black one is Snitches.”

He was not quite as cute as he had been before. Damian straightened his back to military precision and steeled himself. He would adapt. Taking responsibility via adoption was a lifelong commitment, and he would not be deterred by the loss of paws.

‘I will miss the paws.’ Damian froze. ‘The pawprints in that album are the only remaining evidence of how small my boy once was. I have already missed his childhood.’

The custody officer looked pleased. “Yes, 5 months deceased Danny Phantom, formerly Fenton.”

“Five months,” Raven mouthed quietly, appalled.

Damian reeled. 5 months. A pathetic 20 weeks of existence. He was even more a babe than Damian had realized. And now he was out there, helpless and afraid!

‘I only knew him for twenty percent of his life. I have missed almost all of his youth. I must retrieve him immediately.’

“Yes, an infant,” agreed the wellness officer. Her smile went toothy when she looked back at her still image. “He was being harassed by an older ghost when I arrived, and I had to intervene. After a wellness interview with him, I am interested in opening a case to sue for custody.”

“Excellent,” said Raven. “We would like to proceed as quickly as possible.”

“You are, of course, an adult by the standards of your species?” The officer confirmed.

Was that relevant? Damian stiffened, shocked by this turn of events.

“Yea, of course. Dick Wayne, age 32, is suing for custody,” Raven interjected. Her voice was mild and unaffected. “I’m his representation.”

…Damian nodded. He tried to look 32. Should he clutch at his joints? He settled for a grimace, as though pushing bravely through pain. Dick was very noble in his suffering, after all.

“Very well,” said the ghost cheerfully. “I’ll need copies of your personal documents to move further in this, and to do a home check, a few other things.”

‘I cannot have her come to do a home check at the manor. Father will intervene and reveal my impersonation, and then I shall not receive my child.’

“Of course,” Damian said through gritted teeth. Would Todd allow him to use a safe house, perhaps? There must be a solution. “Would tomorrow be acceptable?”

It was in a haze of planning stress that they confirmed the appointment, Raven taking the lead with her strange half smile. They stepped back through her portal into Titans Tower.

For a moment, Damian stood in shock. Then he cleared his throat. “Dick’s last name is unfortunately not Wayne,” he said.

It wasn’t the largest sticking point, but he was concerned. The paperwork had to be accurate to be legally binding.

Raven hummed. “Yes, we’ll have to adopt him for Bruce.” She shook her hair. “He has the paperwork ready, we’ll just take it and file it. Upper left desk drawer in your father’s office, in an envelope.”

“I will retrieve it,” Damian promised solemnly. “Thank you for your legal counsel.”

“No, no,” Raven said mildly. “It’s the least I can do after all that Dick has done.”

“…all that he has done to aid you recently?” Damian confirmed. He glanced at her full-on for the first time in at least an hour, confused. Her support was appreciated, but it was not expected. The situation had escalated. Truly, Dick had cultivated noble companions in his youth!

She hummed in the back of her throat. “Something like that,” Raven said vaguely. “Let’s go make Dick a legal ghost father.”

[myfictionaldreams]

Omg yay!! Im so happy so for Wanda x reader x nat so what if one day Wanda takes the reader out shopping because she never really wears anything revealing and they wanted to surprise nat with something special when she comes home from her mission so when she comes out of the Dressing in a very revealing dress the Wanda is smitten but when nat sees the reader after a long and stressful day…. She simply cannot help herself.

⁀➷ Red Silk // Wanda/Nat x F!Reader

Summary: Eager to surprise Natasha after a long mission, you let Wanda take you shopping for something a little out of your comfort zone. Dressed to impress and filled with anxiety, you wait for Natasha’s return.

Requested by: Thank you for this request! I've never written Wanda before (I hope it was ok!)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, self-conscious/anxious reader, dom!Nat/Wanda, sub!reader, orgasm control, toys, overstimulation, threesome, restrained, aftercare, praise kink, fingering

Words: 3.4k

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It started with a simple idea. You wanted to surprise Wanda and Natasha. You’d spent the past week missing them both.

Natasha, off on another high-stakes mission halfway across the road with Clint, and Wanda, busy running point from the Tower and calling you at night when she knew you’d be curled under your weighted blanket, pretending you weren’t lonely.

They were strong, capable, and skilled in their own ways. But somehow, they still made you, an entirely average, anxious human, feel like the most important part of their world.

So when Wanda offered to take you shopping “just for fun,” you hesitated initially, like you did to most suggestions. Shopping was not really your thing—definitely not for another revealing. But Wanda cupped your cheeks in her warm, graceful hands and looked into your eyes with that impossibly gentle stare.

“Let’s do something for Nnat. You know how hard it’s been for her lately. She misses us. And I think she’d lose her mind if she came home to you dressed like sin.”

That made your stomach flutter. You weren’t used to thinking of yourself as sexy; that was definitely Natasha and Wanda's area of expertise. But the idea of making them happy? It was exciting and terrifying.

You stood in front of the mirror, inside a private fitting room of an upscale boutique Wanda had charmed you into. The dress she’d chosen for you was a deep, wine-coloured silk that shimmered like molten metal under the studio lights. It dipped low across your chest and exposed nearly all your back. A slit ran dangerously high along your thigh.

Too high.

“Wands,” you called, your voice unable to disguise the anxiety, “are you sure this isn’t too much?”

The blue curtain swished open just enough for her to peek in, her emerald eyes immediately widening with appreciation. Peaking over her shoulder, she stepped inside without hesitation, her hands reaching to rest gently on your shoulders as she stood behind you, both of you facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“Look at you,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “You look … devastating.”

Lowering your head, cheeks burning. “I just- what if I look like I'm trying too hard? Or worse, like I'm playing dress-up in someone else’s life? I'm not like you two. You’re gorgeous and powerful.”

Wanda turned you gently to face her, her touch always feather-light, and your body instantly leaned in to her.

“You’re ours,” she reminds you softly. “That's what makes you dangerous, dekta. You don’t even know the effect you have on us.”

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, calming the anxious tremble. She had been such an anchor to you since the first moment.

“I just want her to be happy—both of you. I know I'm not strong like her or have magic like you, but I love you so much it makes my chest hurt sometimes.”

Wanda smiles at you, a coy and flirtatious smile, her voice barely above a breath. “You are strong, my love. You’re the heart of us. You’re what keeps us human.”

Wanda knew you would spiral when coming shopping; she knew you better than you knew yourself. You would have these moments of courage to prove you’re worth the love, and then anxiety would snap you back again. All Wanda wanted was for you to understand that you were worthy of their love because her heart ached seeing the fear in your eyes.

Turning your body back towards the mirror, Wanda's hand smooths over the silk barely covering your hips. She didn’t say another word, but she didn’t have to. You could see the want and need in her pretty eyes, and just watched as she looked you up and down. Eventually, the tension in your shoulders eased, and you could begin to relax, maybe just beginning to believe her words.

You could do this; it’s just lingerie. Natasha had seen you naked more times than you could even begin to count. You could please your Avenger girlfriend.

Later that evening, you stood in the apartment, barefoot but still in the dress, trying desperately not to fidget as Wanda lit a few candles around the living room. You’d even attempted a soft make-up look, though you were convinced your hands had been too shaky for eyeliner.

“She should be back any minute,” Wanda informs as she walks past to grab a bottle of wine, pausing only to brush her hand across your lower back. “Deep breath, Sweetheart. She’s going to lose her mind.”

You open your mouth to answer, but the sound of the door unlocking freezes you in place, and your fingers are instantly wringing together over your abdomen in anxiety.

Then she was there—Natasha, dressed in her usual black tactical gear, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her red hair damp from the light drizzle outside. Her eyes were on you and only you.

The rest of the world seemingly slid away.

The fatigue on her beautiful face didn’t have time to settle. Not when she saw you, standing in that dress, framed by candlelight and body taut with nerves.

She drops her bag heavily onto the floor. “What … is this?”

You swallow, “Surprise?”

Narasha didn’t move right away. She was rarely caught off guard, but you could see how her jaw clenched and her breath hitched. The way her eyes drank you in like she’d been starved.

Wanda appeared at your side, looping her arm around your waist. “We missed you.”

Nat looked at both of you, walking forward slowly, gaze never leaving yours, until her hand found your hip.

“No weapon?” she murmured, teasing, but her tone was low and husky. “No backup?”

“I have you,” you respond shakily.

Something flickered in her eyes at that. Something tender and dangerous and overwhelmed.

“Fuck,” she whispered, almost to herself, hand sliding from your hip to your waist. “You’ve been walking around like this all day?”

“Just in the fitting room,” Wanda purred, releasing your arm so that she could walk around Natasha’s back, her arms wrapping around her middle. She kissed the assassin's cheek and then rested her chin on her shoulder so that they were now both gazing at you. “But now she's yours.”

Natasha’s hand slipped behind your neck, her nails teasing on their journey, tugging you gently forward until your lips were barely an inch from hers. “You really wanted to surprise me, huh?”

“I wanted to make you both happy,” you say, tasting the bubblegum on her sweet breath. “You deserve it.”

Natasha kisses you like she’d been dying to, slow but intense, her fingers tightening, her entire body pressing into yours like she needed the contact to breathe.

When she finally pulled back, she glanced at Wanda by her side, then at you again.

“Bed. Now.”

Wanda’s smile widened as she moved back to your side, guiding you backwards, her hand never leaving your lower back. And just like that, the anxiety faced because here, between them, you were safe, desired, protected and loved.

You’d barely stepped into your bedroom before Natasha’s hands were on you again. 

Her touch was rough with need, fingers ghosting over the silk of the dress like she wanted to tear it off but knew better. Not yet. Not when you looked like that. Not when Wanda had dressed you with such care.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” she spoke passionately as her lips moved to your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper.

Wanda closed the door behind you, her magic flickering through the room to dim the lights and ignite the soft, amber glow of candles. You could feel the hum of her power, sensual and warm, brushing against your skin like a second set of hands.

Natasha glanced back momentarily at Wanda, “Have you seen her like this all day?”

Wanda’s eyes dropped to your flushed face and trembling thighs. “Mmhmm. She’s been so shy and sweet, and so fucking good. Nervous, but determined. Just for us.”

That earned a soft kiss to your temple fromWanda and a sharp squeeze to your ass from Natasha.

“Climb onto the bed,” Wanda whispered to you. “On your knees. Facing us.”

Your breath caught. This is what you needed—some direction, someone else to take control and get you out of your negative thoughts. So you obeyed happily.

The silk dress rode up your thighs as you settled on the mattress, the blanket adding extra padding beneath your knees. You felt their eyes devouring you.  Wanda’s fond, hungry gaze and Nat’s dark, intense stare like a fire being barely restrained. But there was love there, too—so much of it.

Wanda approached first, her fingers trailing lightly over your shoulders, down your arms, grounding you.

“You’re doing so well, dekta.” Her lips caress beneath your ear as you tilt your face slightly to give her more room. “You wanted to make us happy? You’ve already done that. But now, we’re going to return the favour.”

“Yes, please.”

Ntasha reappeared at the edge of the bed, pulling open the nightstand. She revealed soft silk restraints and a familiar-looking vibrator, the one with the deep thudding setting that always made your thighs shake.

“Are you happy using the traffic light system?” she asks simply, eyes locking with yours.

“Yes. I’m very much green,” your pulse is thundering in your chest with anticipation and excitement.

“Good girl,” she purrs, and you nearly melt right then.

Wanda’s red magic shimmers around your wrists as Natasha gently ties them behind your back—not tight, but firm. Secure. You loved it when they handled you like this, firm in a way that was dominating but careful, so you still held firm trust in them.

Wanda was already sliding the straps of your dress down, inch by inch, kissing every bit of newly exposed skin. Her lips ghosted down the side of your throat, collarbone, and breasts. “So gorgeous. All of this, just for us.”

When she rolled one peaked nipple between her fingers and kissed the other, you gasped. When Natasha moved to kneel behind you, pressing the vibrator that was still off between your legs, you moaned, head tipping back onto her shoulder.

“She’s already so wet for us,” Natasha informs Wanda, her voice filled with desire and pain. We haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

“Let her feel it,” Wanda replied, swapping between breasts. “But don’t let her come yet. She needs to bed for it.”

You could feel Natasha grinning against the side of your neck. She turned the toy on—the low, rumbling settled that already had your hips bucking to feel more.

You whimpered pathetically, body trembling, hips twitching helplessly. The vibrations were maddeningly good. But your hands were bound. Your lovers were everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“You’re always so responsive,” Natasha praised, watching your thighs clench over your shoulder. “It’s so fucking sweet.” Her other hand now teased along the slit of your dress, threatening to slip betneath and join where the vibrator rested but never actually moving there, not yet.

Wanda kissed your jaw, her voice soft and dark. “Tell us how it feels, Dekta. Use your words, I want to hear your pretty voice.”

“So-so good. I-it’s so much. Please, touch me more-”

“Where?” Natasha asked, voice playful but sharp. “Tell us what you want.”

You let out a needy whimper. “Inside. I want your fingers, please!”

Natasha finally slips her fingers further beneath your dress, beneaththe slit in the side. One finger slides into you with ease, given how soaked you are. Then another finger is joining, curling just the way you loved. She kept the vibrator pressed to your clit, her other hand gripping your thigh as you keened.

“She’s already pulsing around my fingers,” Natasha grins, almost in awe. “God, I missed this.”

Wanda, behind you, was unzipping her dress now, and you could hear the soft rustle of silk against your skin. She reached around to gently hold your chin, turning your face towards her, and kissing you deeply.

“You make her so soft, Nat,” Wanda says, her fingers grazing from your temple, over your cheeks and chin. “She’s been trembling since she put that dress on.”

“She’s always soft with us,” Natasha replies, still thrusting her fingers deeper now. “Always perfect.”

“Let’s make her fall apart.”

You nearly sobbed at that, whimpering into Wanda’s kiss as the pleasure mounted fast and sharp, your core tightening. Natasha’s fingers were relentless, the vibrator still tumbling in precisely the right place.

“Please! Can I-”

“Not yet,” Wanda demands.

“Not until we say,” Natasha adds, biting where your shoulder and neck slope.

Your body shook with the effort of withholding what you truly wanted. Wanda kisses you again, and when she pulls back, you realise she is slowly riding a toy herself, leaning against the headboard. Her magic still flickers faintly around your skin, holding you in place.

She was moaning softly, eyes glued to you, hand pressed against her breast. That pushed you closer to the edge than anything else. 

Natasha felt it too. She moved faster, curling her fingers just right, her voice rough now. “She’s close, Wands.”

Wanda bit her bottom lip, eyes lidded heavily. “Let her.”

You came hard. Enough to steal your breath as you doubled over, thighs inching to close as wave after wave of pleasure squeezed in your core. Natasha held you through it, her grip never faltering.

Wanda’s voice was soothing as she praised, “That’s it, just like that, good girl, we’ve got you. I love watching you come like that on Nat’s fingers.”

But they weren’t finished. 

“Lie back,” Natasha instructs, untying your wrists. “We’re not done loving you yet.”

Your body had barely recovered from the first orgasm when Natasha lay you down fully against the pillows that smelled faintly of her.

“You really wore that for me?” she asked, voice quieter now, but no less intense as she stroked a finger over the silk material around your waist. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to go out of your way to please me, if it makes you uncomfortable. But, please, I have never been more turned on than seeing you standing there, waiting for me, in this little thing. I fucking love you.”

You meant to say something just as inspiring back about how she desires to be treated, even if it caused you a little anxiety, because the payoff was worth it.

However, all that slipped from your swollen lips was a pathetic little whining at her praises. 

Wanda kneels next to Nat, by your legs, no longer pleasuring herself. A teasing smirk on her face as her magic already flickers through the air again. You felt it brush your thighs, warm, teasing, invisible fingers dragging slowly up the inside of your legs.

“She made me help her choose,” Wanda explained, eyes flicking from your body to Nat. “Tried on our different ones but kept going back to that one. Said Natasha would like this one the most.”

“I do,” Natasha murmured in agreement, biting her lip. “I more than like it. I want to ruin it, I want it on all day every day, bunched around your waist while you scream our names.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, but Wanda was already straddling your trembling thighs. Her magic was holding your arms above your head now, restrained without rope but a glowing red.

“She likes it when you talk like that.” As you arch into the touch, Wanda leans down to press kisses along your collarbone. “It makes her melt.”

“Good because I’m not done with her yet.”

Natasha pulls something else from the drawer, a pink rabbit vibrator, long, firm and curved just right for that perfect pleasure, with a remote she placed in Wanda’s expectant outstretched hand.

Wanda’s smile turns wicked as she licks up the length of your sternum.

“She’s already sensitive,” she continues as she slides the toy between your legs, gently parting your thighs. “She might cry.”

Natasha stroked your cheek again. “Then we’ll make her cry beautifully.”

They didn’t give you much warning. The toy just slid in deep, sending an immediate jolt through your already overstimulated cunt as your body automatically clamped down on it, the dildo part inside and the nub resting against your clit. Before you could beg for anything, Wanda had turned iron.

A shudder tore through your body, a soundless moan on your lips.

The vibrations started deep and slow, as the length of the dildo began to rotate. Wanda, using her mind to manipulate the speed, the rhythm, the intensity, had you arching helplessly against the bed, arms still pinned above you with magic as Natasha leaned over to kiss your ribs, your navel, lower….

“She’s going to break, Wanda,” Natasha whispered, tongue flickering over your inner thigh.

The rhythm changed. Wanda flickered her fingers idly, watching you squirm. Her eyes were molten, locked onto your face, making sure that she didn’t push too hard.

“Look at me,” she says firmly. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.”

You obeyed, barely able to breathe as the pressure builds between your legs. 

Then Natasha is there, licking all around the toy, over your labia, inner thighs, nipping carefully with her sharp teeth to add a slight spark of pain. She was slow and purposeful, while the toy buzzed relentlessly deeper inside you.

“Oh my god- Wanda-Nat, I need, I-!”

“Not yet,” Wanda instructed again, but this time there was a joy in her voice. “You can take more. You’ve already shown us how strong you are. You went shopping, got dressed, and waited all day just to be our good girl. We’re going to give you everything now.”

Natasha bit the inside of your thigh with more force, causing a sting before soothing it with her kiss as your hips try to grind down further on the toy.

“So fucking sweet,” she groans, licking up the wet arousal smothering your lowerhalf. “So fucking perfect. Look how she shakes.”

And you were shaking.  Your legs, chest, and hands still trembling in their magical restraint. But you didn’t want it to stop, savouring every touch, praise, lick and kiss from the women you loved. 

“I did it for you,” you choke out as you try not to come. “I just wanted to be enough. I wanted to make you both proud.”

Your insecure admission has both of your girlfriends freezing for a moment. Wanda’s expression melts instantly, the dominant firmness disappearing in a blink as she eases off from straddling your waist to lie beside you, her hand on your face. “You are always enough. This? This just shows us how much you love us. And we’re going to show you how much we love you.”

Natasha kisses the inside of your wrist as she moves up your body until she’s lying on your other side. “You’re ours. Always.”

Wanda turned the toy to the highest setting. The buzz against your clit and the rotating of the dildo became everything.

Your back bowed off the mattress as the stimulation went from overwhelming to unbearable in the best way. Magic wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread, Wanda pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, as your second orgasm tore through you like burning lightning.

“There it is. Let go for us.”

You did. Crying out, body shuddering violently, your release crashing through you so hard you barely registered the way Natasha whispered soft, endless praise into your skin. Wanda slowly turned the toy off as your chest heaved for air, and the restraints around your wrists and thighs faded away.

“Shh,” wanda soothed, pulling your gently into her ars. “It’s okay.  You’re safe. We’ve got you. You did so fucking good for us, Dekta.”

“I’ve got some water, careful, small sips.” With renewed gentleness, Natasha holds your head up as you sip from the glass in her hand.

You were still shaking, your mind not quite there yet, as you relied on your girlfriends to care for you. They both cleaned you up and held you between them, their lips on your face, their fingers stroking against your arms and legs, massaging the ache away.

You were surrounded, protected.

“Did so well, you’re ours, baby. Always ours.”

“And we’re yours, forever,” Wanda reassures with a kiss.

[tatzelbookwurm]

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 (you're here)

Full fic on Ao3

Art of LBM

Pt. 4: An Unexp-ectoed Party (not on Ao3 yet)

Constantine was quietly freaking out. He couldn’t be sure, but he suspected that the ghost who had turned itself into a cute little tatzelwurm to avoid answering questions might be something far beyond his capabilities to deal with. Everything it said and did suggested it was way outside his scope of experience. While Tim used a shoelace to play with it like a rambunctious kitten, John mentally catalogued the things that threatened to give him a panic attack:

Before the ghost even arrived, the blinding power flowing through his spell array nearly knocked him flat. It had felt like being swatted in the eyeballs by an eldritch god.

The ghost appeared in human form, fully alive, before being transformed by the summoning magic. John had only ever heard whispers of legends about a being who could do such a thing. The legends were vague and grandiose, but some epithets included The One Who Walks Between, He Who Straddles Life and Death, Twilight Walker, Shroud Danger Child, and The Halver. 

The ghost could not only see his soul at a glance, it could perceive all the damage he had done making deals with demons.

The ghost implied it was on casual, friendly terms with the Ancient of Time aka Chronos, Kala, Father Time, etc. And that it had altered the timeline at least once already.

It could age. Despite what the ghost said, only Neverborn should be able to age. The dead were static, and given the death that he could feel sustaining the portal, this ghost had definitely died.

It was brilliant enough to pinpoint a weakness and successfully distract Tim by transforming into a shape that could manipulate his protective instincts. John did not want to admit that he also felt protective of the cute little blighter.

It had hopped out of the summoning circle as if it were just chalk scribbles, despite John working in some of his most powerful containment spells as a matter of what he had thought was excessive precaution.

Shite, the list had already reached seven items. The tatzelwurm (had Drake really just named the thing Little Baby Man?) glared at him and called him “Gross!” 

“Seriously!? This cloaking spell should be more than sufficient.” John grumbled. “Did it really have no effect?” If so, that was gonna be item number eight.

Little Baby Man tilted his head. “It worked.” Then he huffed with amusement. 

Thank fuck for small blessings. 

A quickly muttered spell turned his burning cigarette into a makeshift sort of laser pointer, and Constantine distracted Little Baby Man while he tried to think of what to do next.

“Hey kid, this is a problem.” He kept his voice low, and watched to see if the tatzelwurm appeared to pay any attention to him. It dedicated all its attention to the glowing dot, and ignored the two men.

“I assume this isn’t the normal direction your interrogations go.” Drake wound his shoelace around his hand and pocketed it. “It’s certainly a first for me.”

“Ditto, in so many ways.”

“Any idea what to do now?”

“We should probably return him where he came from, and wait for Zatanna to get back from wherever she’s disappeared to now.” John would really like a second opinion. He would also like to dump this mess in someone else’s lap and be on his way. 

Although to be fair, watching the tatzelwurm careen around after his lazer dot was actually pretty fun. Not that he’d ever admit it. Still, the creature was done answering questions and John wasn’t prepared to bind the thing because he didn’t think he’d need to pack the tools to bind an eldritch god when Batman called him to do a “quick consult.”

Danny couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. The CEO person played with him! He did feel a bit bad for hurting his foot, but it was difficult to dwell on regrets or worries when he could attack the string instead. And now there was a red dot to chase! It was very fast and sneaky, but he was faster and sneakier.

Is this what Paulina felt like when she wished herself to be a giant chibi version of herself to be loved and worshipped by everyone? Because he felt adorable. And fierce. He was going to kill that red dot so hard when he finally sunk his claws in it!

Frustratingly, it seemed to also have intangibility powers. Well, Danny knew what to do about that! He concentrated ectoplasm into his paw and bapped it down hard on the dot. This scorched the floor a bit, but when he lifted his paw, the red dot was skewered on one of his claws. It tried to tug away, but he clung tight. Apparently its size belied its strength, because it started to drag him across the floor. 

Danny tried to release the dot, but his claw was firmly snagged, so he resigned himself to being dragged back into the chalk circle. He tingled a bit as he crossed the perimeter, but it wasn’t a bad sensation, just a little odd. Then a portal opened up and pulled him through the water filled tube snake toy sensation in reverse and ugh! Just as bad the second time, if not worse.

The spell spat him out in human form under the Specter Speeder. Or rather, it ejected him at speed so he smacked into the bottom of the Speeder before falling back to the ground with a heavy thud. Thankfully he didn’t crack his head against the concrete, but he still couldn’t stifle a pained groan.

A firm hand wrapped around Danny’s ankle and dragged him out, and he found himself staring up at Drake and Constantine for the third time that day.

“Uh, hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.”

Being able to create ghost portals would come in real handy right about now. Maybe he should just commit some arson and let these two deal with escaping the basement on their own.

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Hello everyone! I'm back with another au! Enjoy! :)

This au picks up at the battle of Camlann, where Morgana uses a spell to deactivate Merlin's aging spell. All of Camelot's forces look on in horror as the old sorcerer on the ridge turns out to be Merlin. Merlin himself looks devastated by this.

Morgana then begins goading Merlin by loudly revealing all his secrets to Arthur, Gwen, and all the knights on the battlefield, intending to make sure that he could never return to Camelot. She reveals that he is Emrys, all-powerful, magic incarnate, the son of the Triple Goddess, and a god of the Old Religion in human form. He is the the most feared creature in all of Camelot, and they never even knew it.

Merlin, enraged by this, viciously fights Morgana with his magic. Mordred abandons his goal of battling Arthur to rush over to Morgana's side, trying to defend her from Emrys's wrath.

Merlin, still carving a path of destruction and death through the battlefield, doesn't hesitate to strike Mordred down with lightning. While Morgana was too busy being stunned and horrified by what just happened, Merlin takes Mordred's fallen dragon-forged blade and runs Morgana through with it, ending her for good.

The remaining soldiers in Morgana's Saxon army, now decimated and seeing that their leader is dead, killed by a force far more powerful than she herself, turn around and flee, desperate to avoid being slaughtered at the hands of a god.

With the Saxons gone, the battlefield of Camlann goes quiet, with the only sounds being the quiet whistling of the wind blowing through the valley. Camelot's knights are frozen in fear and shock, looking at Arthur for guidance for what to do next.

However, Arthur himself is frozen still too, unable to tear his eyes away from Merlin, the man who he trusted more than anyone, who was never even a man to begin with. His manservant, who was secretly a god the entire time!

But Merlin has his back turned to Arthur, and is simply gazing out into the distance. He turns around though, and he meets Arthur's eyes for a split second, before vanishing into thin air.

A second later, Arthur could swear that he heard Merlin's voice whisper along with the wind, "I'm sorry."

Staring out across the now empty battlefield, Arthur had no choice but to shakily order the knights to pack up and return to Camelot. There was nothing left for them here.

They returned to camp and started the journey back to Camelot in silence, everyone's minds reeling from what had just happened. The sudden revelation of Merlin's true nature had left Arthur, Gwen, and the knights terrified and unsure of everything.

Once back in the safety of Camelot, Arthur has a huge breakdown, wondering how the hell he's even alive if the man he's bossed around for the past ten years was actually capable of brutally destroying an entire army with a wave of his hand the entire time. How had he survived if he had been humiliating a god every day for years, a god whose followers had been slaughtered by his hand!

Their return to Camelot had been stressful to say the least, all of them on edge despite their victory. Yes, Merlin Emrys had ensured their victory, but who knew what plans the god had for Camelot now that his true nature was revealed?! What revenge would he enact on the kingdom responsible for the purge?!

These thoughts haunted Arthur even as he returned to his chambers, changed himself into his nightclothes (and ignoring the fact that the god of magic had been dressing him for the past decade), and fell into a fitful sleep.

Arthur was shocked and terrified when, in the morning, he was awoken with a very familiar "Rise and shine, dollophead! You have a full schedule today!"

His heart stuttered with terror as his eyes shot open and beheld the sight of Merlin, smiling and looking as he always did, as if nothing had changed. His heart pounded with sudden fear as he leapt out of bed, scrambling for something, anything to defend himself with against the man who had once been his closest friend. But, Arthur's mind hissed at him, what good would any sword do against a god?! He was as good as dead already!

Merlin Emrys, to Arthur's shock, didn't even bat an eye at Arthur pulling a blade on him and set the tray full of breakfast on the table, completely unphased.

"Come on, we don't have time for this, Arthur! Just sit down and eat your breakfast while I pick out your clothes for the day."

Arthur's however, didn't move from his place against the wall. Did he really think Arthur was stupid enough to fall for something like that?

Well, Arthur's mind hissed again, you were stupid enough to mistake a god for an manservant for ten years.

Emrys simply rolled his eyes, his impatience now showing, and Arthur braced himself to be hit with the full force of divine wrath.

Something in the air shifted, and Arthur suddenly found himself sitting at the table without having moved a muscle, with the breakfast tray in front of him.

"There we go! Now, please hurry up and eat. I didn't even steal one of your sausages this time! So, for today, do you want to wear your training gambeson or your more formal set?"

Arthur said nothing in response, too busy staring, petrified by fear and bewildered beyond words, at the god of magic lay out his clothes for the day.

The rest of the day goes on like this, with Merlin pretending like everything's normal while Arthur, and everyone else in the castle, is completely terrified by Merlin's presence alone. But, they can't really make him to leave.

Knights who draw their swords at the sight of Merlin find that their blades turn to dust as soon as he looks at them. The servants who see him, who have no doubt heard the disturbing news about his true nature as Emrys, scream in terror and run away at the sight of him.

Even Guinevere, who was sitting on her throne next to Arthur when she saw Merlin out of the corner of her eye, holding a pitcher of watered down wine like it was an ordinary day, tensed up with fright, her hands gripping the arms of her throne and her breathing picking up as her mind replayed memories of Merlin, her dearest friend, raining death down upon Camlann.

Eventually, Arthur gathers enough courage to ask Merlin why he's still here, what he wants from Camelot, and what it will take to have him spare Arthur's people.

And Merlin's response is to simply smile and tell Arthur that he will not leave. He is Arthur's servant, and there's nothing Arthur can do about that other than accept it.

TL;DR:

Arthur, fearing for his entire kingdom: Please, Emrys, just tell me what you want! I'm sorry about treating you like a servant! I'll do anything, just please spare my people!

Merlin, doing laundry and desperate to avoid his life changing in any way: I'm :) your :) servant :)

[onmyyan]

Romantic DC yan, my time to shine (platonic is cute but I can't find any romantic ones this days T_T)

I bring to you a cliche, a new villain who uses her riches and ruthlesness in her quest to get a magical artifact in order to make her dream come true.

The bats have to stop her! But what is this! SHE’S TOO CHARMING?! (in a villain mean way, like comenting on Nightwing's as while they fight, or kissing Red Hood over the cowl before pushing him off a building)

Dangerous Woman

A/n: fem reader, yandere themes, canon typical violence, ft Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim

You're new to the villainous scene in Gotham but already kicking up quite the storm, you follow your own rules, killing corrupt men across the city, setting human trafficking rings on fire after freeing the victims, your crimes caught the gaze of Bruce and in turn the rest of the batfamily.

He saw a certain mercy in your actions, a quality of compassion he was certain he could pull out of you if he just got his hands on you.

But you're a slippery one, your teleportation abilities made you incredibly difficult to catch, and you seemed to relish in his growing frustration.

"You ever get tired of losing?" You ask sitting on a bank counter, money both burnt and unburnt scattered the floor around you, he hated to admit it but he was undeniably attracted to you, the way your suit hugged your form like a second skin, those long legs splayed out like a feast, heeled feet swinging as you toyed with a stack of bills.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." He states gruffly, his imposing form blending into the shadows. Of course he knows your name, you laugh to yourself before hopping off the counter and sauntering over, "ooh so scary." You snicker, "Your crimes warrant a trip to Arkham..but I'm willing to offer you something else. Rehabilitation."

Your smirk doesn't falter, "You can't save me." This only fuels his burning desire to do just that, those simple words seal your fate, he would have you under his care wether you liked it or not.

Tim is the second to become aware of your tantalizing presence, Bruce asked him to pull up anything and everything he could find on you, he couldn't help but become intrigued by your mysterious nature, any time you were caught on camera you had this knowing, mischievous grin on your lips, it was addicting, he found himself tracing the outline of your lips as he compiles a file on you.

Jason comes across you on his own, running into you after you successfully rob a museum.

Red Hood stared at you a gun pointed in your direction, "Stand down gorgeous." His voice was altered by the mask he wore, he was the latest of the bats to try and get in your way, to try and stop you from your goals, but he'd fall, just like the rest of them.

"You're not gonna shoot me Red." You speak coyly, hands up in surrender, your black domino mask hiding your pretty (e/c) eyes, your lips, painted red curl into a smirk at the sight of his hand wavering.

"Shooting you in the leg won't kill you." He chimes not lowering the weapon, "Yeah but I get the feeling you're not too trigger happy tonight."

"You've no idea what I'm capable of." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

You take a calculated step forward your red bottom heels clicking against the concrete rooftop, "C'mon big boy, you know there are actual bad guys who require your attention out there?" Your voice was like melted butter flowing into his ears and setting a warmth in his belly. "Robbing Gotham museum seems pretty criminal to me." He lowered his gun, holstering the weapon, "Can't you just slap a girl on the wrists?" You ask with a tilt of your head, the stolen goods in a satchel on your hip, "You know I can't just let you walk away." He responds, you close the distance making him take a step back, he wanted to reach out and touch you, claim you, and the closer he got to you the harder it was to resist.

You managed to back him on the edge of the roof, your hands trailing up his toned chest, landing on his shoulders, your claws digging into the leather of his jacket, "Just..stay outta my way." You whisper letting the tension build, pressing your plump lips to his mask you feel him shudder, without wasting another second you push him off the building. He falls for you harder than the garbage can he hit.

Dick is the next to come across you and the next to fall, and fuck does he fall hard.

He's got you corned in a dusty warehouse but damn if you aren't quick, darting around in him in blinks, teasingly touching him as you dance around, teasing him with every brush of your clawed fingers.

He's brought out of his inappropriate thoughts by a whistle from your pretty lips, "You're in that spandex boy!- nice ass." He feels himself flush, freezing on the spot as he sputtered for a response. You use his distracted moment to send a roundhouse kick to his head, one he just barely managed to block, "Don't lose focus now pretty." You chide smacking your teeth. Of course you manage to escape, which only fuels his budding obsession.

The trouble starts for you when they start working together, it's after a meeting Bruce calls one night, your file pulled up on the screen, they all have various reactions but one common thread is shared between the four men, burning desire.

Once they start coordinating it's only a matter of time before you come home, where they can tame you.

[r0-boat]

Happy Father's Day

Here is more peepaw Solomon Father AU.

Whb! Solomon x child! Reader (platonic)

Reader is of related to Solomon whether They are directly related or timey whimy bullshit where he takes care of his descendant It's up to you!! Just enjoy single dad Solomon! And your seven doting mothers uncles.

SFW

Solomon awakes from a familiar shrill cry in the night, he looks out his window and when he sees nothing but stars he sighs rubbing his tired eyes.

Solomon has faced angels has seen the seven kingdoms of Hell, He has seen the good and the bad and the very ugly of all three worlds. As well as travel across continents. None could prepare him for his most greatest task...

Half asleep half awake He drags his feet over to your room. A roomy nursery surrounded by luxurious gifts from friendly angels and devils alike. And in the crib made out of solid gold and luxurious silks there you were instead of sleeping with your horned cat plushie you wept.

His heart aches as he scoops you up into his arms. "Shhh child... I'm here Papa's here... Did you have a nightmare my sweet?" He coos bouncing you and himself up and down a hand padding out back as he cuddles his head into your chubby little cheeks. Despite his soothing Your cries did not quell.

"are you perhaps hungry?" He mutters to you as if you have the capability of responding.

"or maybe it's your diaper?" Solomon lets out a tired sigh. "Perhaps it is time to make a call..."

As if on cue his pact mark glows with the mark of Asmodeus. He appears behind him not so much as a hello I see scoops you from your father's arms holding you as if he has done this a hundred times. "There there little one you're better father is here.~" Asmodeus coos before shooting a little smirk at your fuming father.

Solomon resisting to urge to deck the narcissist He pinches the bridge of his nose. Usually with devils he's very calm and cordial but tonight and from days of lack of sleep from your screaming His temper is on a shorter fuse.

"Just- you know why I called you..."

Asmodeus rocking you in his arms puts a hand on his chest "ouch~ is that how you react to your darling Asmodeus?"

His swaying and humming lulls the child to sleep before resting you in you're golden crib.

He turns to the purple-haired human with it toothy grin "My babysitting doesn't come cheap you know~."

With a stern look Asmodeus backs off... For now. "Anyways my dear, if you ever need help then babysitting I could take the little one off your hands. Oh how I do miss having a babe in my arms. Do get some sleep.. you'll be needing a rest from the next time I see you. " He gives him a dark chuckle and as quick as he came he left.

Using a little amulet an artifact that it costed him almost his life to get, and spent years of his life to make. You are able to safely being hell and in heaven. The red and gold shiny pendant made you want to grab and chew on it which Solomon constantly stopped you from doing afraid it might break.

Human children do not grow a magical immunity until 18. So any human under the age will not survive long and hell and cannot take in devil's energy. Because of that devils have never seen a human child let alone a human baby. And oh how popular you became... Solomon had to cradle you protectively with a fake smile turning down every devil in hell that wished to hold you and ask questions and give you treats he had no idea what was in.

He trusts Mammon the most. His chefs are entirely trained, somehow with human children in mind. But even with the king of greed, he still has to watch out, as when his back is turned, family second, Mammon tries to give you luxurious foods like caviar, a delicacy, but something you definitely could not have.

"What good is something so cute, small and fragile if I cannot spoil?" Mammon huffed and frustration.

"Friend you've spoiled them enough... He was spoiled them enough for thousands of years!" Solomon chuckles.

"ha! A mere minute of a devil's lifetime!"

Satan was far too dangerous to babysit a child even though he desperately wanted to but you are far too young, But it is nice to have support perhaps when you get older you can visit.

He has never seen Leviathan to be so... Afraid of something so small and tiny. He smiled mischievously as he gave You to Leviathan and the devil just freezed. Leviathan still has no idea what to do with this child However he'd come to find out that under his care he has become fiercely protective So much so he has baby proof to the entire Castle. The look Leviathan gives anyone that makes you laugh and something they will see in their nightmares. Oh how his old prickly friend hates when every time you see him you cry. But it is deserved...

Beel surprisingly is very good with kids, Solomon has noted. Every time you babble coherent nonsense he just responds and talks to you back. Beelzebub is still unsure why you like him so much But maybe he can't see how much you love trying to push him in a swing. Or when He plays with your baby toys with you.

Lucifer says he cares very little for his child but the amount of fruit baskets and free formula and diapers he a sent is far too many to be simply a "humble gift"

Now that he thinks about it the only devil who hasn't taken to you well is Belphegor... Who has said and he quotes "Nah children are annoying... They cry and scream and all they do is poop and sleep."

But his subordinates however... Cannot seem to say no when they're forced into playtime....

Is that...? Huh It seems that Belphegor isn't immune to your puppy dog eyes either. As they locked eyes He saw the most amazing site of Beleth and Belphegor and tiny glittery plastic outfits at a table.

[little-lost-lamb]

The Sting of Envy

CW: GN!MC, hurt/comfort, angst, occult practice, fluff, mention of kids (kinda?), Demons Being Overall Taller Than Humans On Average, Asmo's part is suggestive, and - of course - jealousy. Please let me know if there is anything I didn't think to add!

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Of course you moved in with Solomon when you went back to the human realm. It only made sense; it’s a big realm after all, and you needed to be close to your teacher. To your demons, however, it was a decision that they did not like to think about. Would Solomon try something funny? What did you do together? Did you enjoy a level of domestic human bliss your demons could only dream of? Or were you largely independent of each other?

They’d probably be delusional if they thought this wasn’t right, that this isn’t where you actually belong. Safe, happy, with other humans. With Solomon. But your demons miss you desperately.

So when you invite everyone to a Beltane party to break in yours and Solomon’s new place together, even Barbatos arranges to ensure he and Diavolo can attend. No one would dare turn it down. Even if it results in envy eating away the very muscle of their hearts.

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Lucifer

His head is swimming from glass number…2…3? He had lost count of how many glasses of red wine he had drunk at this point, but certainly more than intended. How could he not? He had to drink to try to quell the emptiness he felt seeing you thrive here, without him. Don’t get him wrong, there’s pride in this as well - he’s always proud of you. So Proud. How independent you are here. You’re so capable, so strong. You don’t need him to protect you like he did in the Devildom.

As much as he would never admit it, he adored that dependency you had with him. But not here. This is your home, your domain. What hurts the most is that, if you do need help here, you won’t be summoning him - not unless it’s something very important. You’ll call Solomon. Your roommate. He can’t bear to think of this arrangement as anything but plutonic. But he wants you to know you can lean on him for anything.

The alcohol impedes his ability to bury these emotions in the backyard of his brain. They’re inescapable. He feels the familiar sting of tears threatening to form on his lash line. You don’t need him.

“Lucifer, I need you!” 

What? 

“Can you come here for a moment? I can’t reach this serving dish.” 

He stumbles slightly from the wine as he shuffles into your kitchen and watches as you balance unsteadily on one foot, reaching helplessly and futilely at a dish perched on the top shelf. Lucifer’s eyes flit back to Solomon, his nose in his own wine glass, chuckling obliviously at some joke form Asmodeus. He saunters to your side, almost huffing. 

“Why don’t you ask Solomon? It is his home after all.” he says, more pointedly than intended.

“Huh? Are you kidding? Look at this cabinet! He’s taller than I am, but he’s still an average-sized human. He can’t reach up here either. We usually have to get a ladder or use magic. I know you can reach it easily though. C’mon, or are you really going to make me go get the ladder when you’re right here?”

Lucifer sighs and shakes his head, but he can’t hide the prideful curve of his lips. He approaches you from behind, softly resting one hand on your  waist  as he effortlessly grabs the dish and sets it gently down on the counter in front of you.

“Besides,” You lean your weight back into him, craning your neck back to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I would rather you be the one to help me. I’ll always come to you for help when I need it.”

He blinks rapidly a few times, fighting the sting of his lash line once more as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the warmth of your neck

“Say it again.”

Mammon

“I have a little Beltane gift for you, MC.” Mammon’s ear perks up as overhears Solomon talking about gifts. It had better not be cooler than mine, he thinks, thumbing over his own gift for you hidden in his pocket. 

He can’t help but to peek around the corner to check out this inferior gift of Solomon’s. Mammon immediately feels put to shame by the presentation alone. The box is wrapped in brown paper, twine, and pressed human realm wildflowers, probably picked by Solomon himself. Fuck.

“Oh, no, I wish I had known!” Your brow furrows as you look up at Solomon. “I...didn’t get you anything.”

“Unnecessary.” Solomon assures you. “It’s nothing big, just something I noticed you needed.”

You smile at him and shyly open the gift, carefully handling the flowers and setting them aside to keep. Instead of an expression of delight at the box’s contents, your face falls into an expression that can best be described as guilt. 

“Solomon, I…this is so nice. Too nice. I couldn’t possibly accept something like this without having gotten you anything!” 

Humble as ever, Mammon thought, as you pulled out a new pair of leather boots. They seemed cool, well-made, designer. Not that you ever really cared about that stuff. You were modest and practical, and Mammon admired you for it. He wished he could be like you in this way. Of course, he could never turn down free designer boots. 

“MC. I have had 3000 years for my fortune to collect interest. I can absolutely afford to replace your boots - which you have worn the soles out of, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t notice. You needed new ones. Please allow me this.” Solomon softly grasped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Mammon felt like he had been punched in the gut. “Interest” is a concept barely comprehensible to him. More familiar concepts are: “debt,” and “overdraft.” Broke. He wished he could give you anything - everything. He would spend every cent he had to adorn you in the most stylish clothes, the comfiest shoes, the shiniest jewels. He'd take you on luxurious vacations, just the two of you, to the most romantic locations in the demon realm. He would spoil you rotten. But he couldn’t - not like Solomon could. Solomon, who lives here, in this modest home with you, living like he doesn’t have a royal fortune on reserve somewhere (somewhere Mammon desperately wished he could get his hands on.) Solomon, who doesn’t waste every grimm he has gambling and splurging until he is broke enough to wait tables in a seductive bunny outfit and appease giggling, gawking beings who are not you.

Suddenly, the baggy in his pocket felt like a boulder. In actuality, the baggie’s contents are lightweight, small, and…free. But he’ll be damned to the circles before he gives up an opportunity to spoil you. 

He waits for a rare moment when you are alone, preparing something in the kitchen for the party, then he makes his move.

“MC.” 

You turn to him as he calls you, your face lighting up by his mere presence. And of course you would be happy by the presence of the Great Mammon, your first man. And maybe that would count for something when you open his gift, paling in comparison to the one just presented by Solomon. His cheeks tinge as he holds out the bag, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with his free hand. 

“Here. For you. Think of it as a gift for the host.”

“Oh, Mamms! You didn’t have to do thi-...” You’re rendered silent as you pull out a delicate, homemade bracelet. Your smile again drops, but this time it morphs into an expression of awe. You inspect it closer, sliding the colorful beads of a friendship bracelet until you reach letters.

T - R - E - A - S - U - R - E

“Mammon…”

“I-It ain’t  much! I know it ain’t, not what ya deserve, but… My luck was lousy at the track this weekend. I didn’t have much left, but I still wanted to get ya somethin’. Borrowed some stuff from Levi. He makes things like this for his “faves, waifus, husbandos,” or whatever, and he wears ‘em to think about ‘em.  I thought maybe…you could do that t-...”

Suddenly the wind is knocked from his lungs as you throw yourself at him, flinging your arms tight around his waist.

“I love it. I love it so much. I’m going to wear it every day we’re apart. Would you put it on for me?”

Mammon makes no effort to hide his satisfied grin. He slides on your homemade friendship bracelet, made with all the love in his heart, while the expensive new boots Solomon gifted you lay untouched in the box next to your shoe rack.

Leviathan

It’s too much. It’s all too much. Levi groans and clenches his stomach, the discomfort on his face apparent.

“I…ugh…I’ll be back. Where’s the bathroom?” Levi quickly darts in the direction Solomon casually points as Asmodeus calls after him, frustration in his tone. “I told you not to eat the leftover rainbow pizza when you knew we were about to come here to eat!”

“Yeah,” chimed Beel, “I wanted it to tide me over until dinner.” Beel clenched his own stomach, though likely feeling a different kind of discomfort than Leviathan. Levi doesn’t look back as he storms into the bathroom and slams the door behind him.

“Hey! Easy!” he hears Solomon’s muffled scorn, but he doesn’t care. Not when he is in so much agony. 

“It hurts, fuck…” He clenches the lip of the sink, desperately trying to control himself. And it would be so much easier if everyone else could get it together. Every one of them, he felt all of it; every one of them, all at once, seething with envy. The air was practically miasmic with it, and he had to feel the envy of all. of. them. His own was unbearable enough. He raised his face to the mirror, examining his red-tinged sclera and furrowed brows. Then something more interesting catches his tearing eyes.

No. No no no. Are you kidding him? Toothbrushes. Two toothbrushes, one no doubt Solomon’s…and one yours. The mug they’re in, is that…a Disney World cup? Did he take you to DISNEY WORLD?? The cute, fantastical mouse-themed amusement park in the human world? Where you wear matching outfits and hold hands and ride ridES AND BUY MERCH AND EAT JUNK FOOD AND…

He could feel himself hyperventilating until he finally lost control of his human form, his tailing unfurling and his horns erupting from his messy hair. 

He wanted to go to the mouse park with you! HIM! He wanted to share a toothbrush cup and home and host a dinner for his family with you! IT SHOULD BE HIM!!! 

Before his mind even knew what his body was doing, he found himself curling pathetically up into your bathtub. He spotted a pink bottle of something on the edge, and as he rested his head against the porcelain, he caught a whiff of the gloopy substance inside. It was shampoo. It smelled like you. And Solomon got to smell it every day.

It was the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. The anger of the envy he felt fizzled up all at once, leaving nothing but the despair. He choked out a muffled sob, one he futilely tried to catch with his hand before it fell through his fingers. He curled up tighter around himself and sobbed softly, just begging that no one hear him.

Knock knock knock knock.

He ignores it. That is, until he hears the door gently open. He seriously forgot to lock the door?! Way to go, Levi!

“Levi.” You step in and close the door behind you, looking at him sympathetically. There isn’t an ounce of surprise on your visage seeing him curled up in the tub. “What’s going on?”

He hides his face again, hoping you didn’t see his tear stained cheeks. Suddenly, he feels you step into the porcelain, lay down, and wrap yourself around him.

“I’m sorry it’s not very clean in here. I didn’t really expect any of you to go into the tub.” You squeeze him ever so much tighter. “You’re hurting me, did you realize that?”

“I…what?”

He flinches as you curl down the waist of your pants - just enough for his pact mark to peak out from the waistband. The skin around the sigil is red and agitated, as if it had been freshly branded onto you all over again. His mark, as he knew well, was the biggest you had, enveloping your hip and thigh. After Mammon greedily claimed the space over your heart, his jealousy made sure his was the biggest one you’d ever have. He watches you wince slightly as you pull the band back up over your stomach and feather your fingers over your thigh. 

“It’s hurting my heart too. To feel you hurting like this.”

“Disney.”

“…Disney?”

Levi sighs and hesitantly glances at you from his periphery.

“Everyone is so jealous right now. All of them. Even Barbatos! It’s suffocating me. They’re probably jealous of you being here, living with Solomon, and him having you all to himself. He’s shady, who knows what he’ll try! And I’m jealous too, you know! Of course I am! And then…then I saw your toothbrushes. And your cup. You must have gone together. And I want to go with you…” 

His voice fades to a whisper, every ounce of his energy sapped by the envy radiating within the house. You are quiet for a moment.

“Do you know why he took me?”

 Levi barely cared, but he listened anyway. 

“Barbatos stopped by one day. He had some kind of business with Three Crows and took the opportunity to say hello. He mentioned that Diavolo and you guys were all at Devilcat Land that day. After Barb left, I was so sad, wishing I could have been there with everyone. With you.”

This got Levi’s attention, and he huffs out a short burst of disbelieving laughter.

“We had to leave early because I started crying on the teacups. It made me think about that time,” you interrupt yourself with an involuntary chuckle, "that you spun our cup so fast that Lucifer threw up! The Avatar of Pride! Spun a little too fast and threw up in a Devilcat trash can!” 

Levi softens, laughing with you, his grip around you tightening.

“Don’t be jealous.” You press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips, wet with tears. “Because I miss you every day.”

Satan

He knew he must have mirrored Lucifer’s body language, brooding over his glass of red wine, but he was too mad to care. Maybe “mad” wasn't precise. His eyes went to Levi, his face contorted with some sort of discomfort and clutching his stomach. Asmodeus made  a comment about Levi’s upset stomach, but Satan was too emotionally intelligent to believe it was his lunch from earlier that ails him: he must be overwhelmed by everyone’s envy.  Levi’s. The rest of his brothers’. Satan’s.

Satan kept it hidden well, of course. It was what he did constantly and what he did best - keeping his emotions in check. His expression had yet to falter and his tail remained concealed as he perused the selection of your bookshelf. He allowed himself a subtle smile, seeing some of the books he had loaned you. He spies a few books that seem like human realm bestsellers he didn’t recognize, but he hoped you’d loan him later if they were any good. He trusted your taste in literature. A few magical reference books, and…oh please… The Lesser Key of Solomon. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. How pompous to have a copy of your own book in your own house. He could feel his irritation rising.

“MEOW.”

His head immediately snaps to the source of the familiar sound. A small, adorable, yellow cat prances right up Solomon, nuzzling his precious fluffy face on his leg. Solomon shifts his attention to the cat and scritches his chin. “Oh! There you are.”

Satan’s head goes fuzzy, his ears buzz, and his heart practically drops into his feet. This was it.  He felt the barbs of his tail flick against his ankle and fortunately had the wherewithal to wrap it around his leg before it hurt someone. He stares, jaw hanging, mouth agape. You have a cat together.

“You…have a cat together…” His tone is somewhere between a question and a statement. The displeasure is now apparent on his face. 

They have a cat together.

“No!”  Satan is grounded by your cry and the thunder of legs pattering down the stairs. “He was supposed to be a surprise!” You hurry down in a frazzled state and scoop the cat up into your arms.

“Tch. He’s not my cat.” Solomon finally teases. “He’s mostly MC’s. We found him wandering outside soon after we moved in here. Ask MC what they named him. I wanted to name him Abraham.” 

Still, Solomon stares fondly at the cat, and holds his paw between his thumb and index fingers. For a moment, it almost sounded like Solomon’s tone had a hint of jealousy of its own. You carry the bundle of fluff over to Satan. You give the kitty a loving kiss on the forehead before passing him to Satan’s oh-so-eager arms. Satan runs a finger over the cat’s green collar until he finds the name tag. He flips over the little silver fish to reveal the cat’s name.

Satan Jr.

The flush on Satan’s cheeks creep across his entire face, ears and all. 

“I know Lucifer won’t let you keep one, not after the incident. I thought, maybe…he could be our cat. And, you know, mostly live with me. But still!”

Satan peered down wide-eyed at the bundle of fluff, already so comfortable in his arms. Satan Jr.? Theirs?? It felt almost like…this cat was their child. In an instant, every ounce of fury that had built up in his body was transmuted to bliss. He arranged Satan Jr. in his arms so he was pressed against his chest, caressing him like he might his own spawn.

“Then I suppose we have a cat together.”

He tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unbridled joy on his face and the brightness in his smile.

Asmodeus

He is definitely seeing something he shouldn’t - but he can’t look away.

It’s perhaps one of the most beautifully surreal scenes he’s witnessed since his time in the Celestial Realm, yet it’s so unapologetically human.

He had initially been drawn to the sound of your sweet voice, singing as clear as crystal rims in the echoes of the kitchen while you watched over the honey cakes in the oven. He was pulled in as if it were a siren’s song, but it wasn’t. It was beautiful you. 

He stopped himself from joining you when he heard Solomon’s voice, equally beautiful and equally moving, begin to duet your own. 

Perhaps the song had started one day as one of you overhearing the other, recognizing the melody, and clumsily singing along. Now, however, it was like some kind of hauntingly beautiful mating call between two human lovers. Your voices were intertwined, complimenting each other, rehearsed. You two must have sung this together often.

Asmodeus couldn’t help but peek at his two favorite humans in the kitchen, but now he almost wishes he hadn’t. 

Because what he sees when he peers in is the two of you, dancing slowly and softly together as you sing your beautiful melody to each other. Solomon smiles and stares lovingly into your eyes as your cheeks flush and you sing your line. The adoration in Solomon’s gaze is unmistakable. His hand in your hand, Solomon softly rocks you to the music the two of you create together. The golden hour sun lights up every single color on your irises and peppers your skin with the rainbows from the suncatchers you’ve hung in the kitchen window. 

From the open window pours a warm spring breeze that lifts your hair to dance in the currents, and assaults Asmodeus’ face with the sweet scent of spring flowers and…you. 

It is ethereal. 

To see such beauty completely removed from himself begins to arouse envy in his chest. This kind of beauty is unique to humanity, and he cannot be a part of it. But it is not you he is envious of.

Asmodeus loved Solomon. He did. But he had felt the kind of love he feels with Solomon before and will likely feel it again. You, though. You. You made him experience that agony and euphoria of being in love. A feeling he thought he was completely incapable of. Until you.

But if his favorite humans were mates, then…that made sense right? You make sense together. And Asmodeus could have his pick of anyone else in the three realms. Maybe he could even convince the two of you to let him in on things. So why did it hurt so much?

“Apologies, darling apprentice, but I saw your grimoire open this morning. You’re working on a Beltane ritual, yes?”

The singing stopped, but Solomon’s grip on you remained. Asmo could still hear Solomon’s voice despite his hushed tone, because he could pick up the tone of seduction anywhere. While ordinarily Asmodeus would appreciate the game, the honey in Solomon’s words to you made him sick. 

Even as a human realm holiday, Asmodeus had heard of Baltane. This one, after all, was adjacent to his domain: a holiday of flames, fertility, and…

“I could help, if you’d like me too. We can even jump over the flame together this year. Wouldn’t that be fun? Then, once we prepare, we can perform the ritual.” Though Solomon whispers against your ear, Asmodeus can faintly make out Solomon purring, “Sex magic is very powerful.”

And with that, Asmodeus was gone. He’d already seen too much. 

After dinner, as Asmo shoved his arm through the white, leather sleeve of his jacket to leave, he wondered how he could distract himself from yours and Solomon’s…ritual…later. Perhaps he could find someone at The Fall to drown his sorrows in. After all, it’s not like you and Asmo were exclusive. You could fuck whoever you wanted and he wouldn’t care, he lied to himself. He’s shaken from his jealous slurry of thoughts by a warm hand on his forearm.

“Asmo, wait!”

He takes a deep breath before turning to face you. “I had a great time tonight, hun, thanks for inviting us! I have to get going, but-“

“I need your help with a ritual tonight!” 

Your cheeks flush and your eyes sparkle as you look at him. You’re projecting an air of shyness, but Asmodeus can smell it in your pheromones, no mistake. Lust. You were simply adorable. “P-please.”

Ah, interesting. So the ritual wasn’t meant to be performed with Solomon. It never was. How embarrassing for Solomon. Amusement dances in his eyes thinking about you rejecting his advance mere moments after he had walked away. Solomon would be spending the night of Beltane alone, while Asmo…

The corners of Asmodeus’ mouth curl into a dangerous smile and he gently pulls you into him by your hips.

“It’s Beltane, is it not? What kind of ritual could you need me for, darling?”

You’re silent a moment, the blush dusting your cheeks deepening by the second. “It’s Beltane.” You respond.

“Well, well…” You could practically see the hearts in his eyes just before he gently pulled your mouth to his, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He murmurs against your lips in a deep, seductive tone, “Blessed Beltane.”

Part 2 ->

[doumadono]

Once again, congratulations, my dear ♥ I'd like to order a mint-vanilla cone topped with M&Ms and maple syrup, please. Could I get a fantasy AU with Dragon!Kirishima and Dragon!Bakugo? Something really sweet would be perfect!

A/N: Thank you very much for all your support over the years, my dear! I hope you'll enjoy these headcanons I prepared for you ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3

Kirishima

Kirishima lifts his head, his crimson scales shimmering in the fading light. His crimson eyes light up with affection as he sees you entering his den, and a rumble of contentment escapes his throat. "Hey, Y/N," he greets you warmly, unfurling his wings to welcome you. "I've been waiting for you."

You chuckle softly, running your fingers along his snout affectionately. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Kirishima's tail swishes excitedly as he leans in closer, nudging you gently with his massive head. "I was hoping you could help me with something," he says, his voice filled with anticipation. "My mane is getting a bit unruly, and my claws could use a polish. Would you mind lending me a hand?"

You grin at his request, feeling a surge of affection for the gentle giant before you. "Of course, Kirishima. I'd be happy to help you out."

He eagerly lowers his massive head, allowing you to run the bristles through his vibrant red mane. With each stroke, he emits a pleased rumble, basking in the sensation of your gentle touch. "Feels good," he purrs, his voice a deep, resonant melody that fills the cavern. As you delicately brush through the thick strands, he leans more into your touch, closing his eyes in bliss. "Your hands are like magic," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of contentment. "Your touch always soothes me," he murmurs softly as you run your fingers through his mane, untangling any knots with gentle precision. "I'm grateful to have you by my side."

As you tenderly attend to him, Kirishima emits deep, rumbling purrs akin to a contented feline. It's his way of expressing gratitude and affection, a sign that your presence brings him immense joy. When you're finished with his mane, you move to work on his claws.

Being a dragon means relying a lot on the sharp claws. With all the activities dragons engage in, these claws are prone to damage. The best way to prevent further cracking and maintain them is by attending to them regularly. That's why dragon!Kirishima allows you to help him polish them.

Despite his formidable claws capable of tearing through stone, Kirishima allows you to polish them with the utmost gentleness, being careful to not hurt you during the process. He extends his massive paw with claws, allowing you to polish them to a dazzling shine. He watches you work with fascination, marveling at your skill and dedication. He watches with fascination as you buff away any imperfections. "You have such a delicate touch," he observes, admiration evident in his tone.

"I brought you some special polish today," you say with a smile, holding up a bottle of shimmering liquid. "It's a special oil, made of herbs that helps to strengthen nails, so I hope it'll work just fine with you. Let's make those claws shine like diamonds, shall we?"

He enjoys it when you rub herbal oils into his claws, massaging them slowly. He believes strongly it's the most comforting sensation he experiences as a dragon (aside from making love with you!)

Despite his imposing stature, Kirishima isn't above indulging in playful behavior with his human mate. He'll nuzzle you gently, nudging you with his snout to coax a laugh from your lips. "You're so adorable when you laugh," he rumbles, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

You're always amazed by the strength and power Kirishima possesses as a dragon, but you're even more enamored by his gentle and caring nature.

The act of grooming becomes a sacred ritual between dragon!Kirishima and you, a time for you to connect on a deeper level. As you tend to his mane and claws, he basks in your presence, cherishing the intimacy of your shared moments. "I feel so lucky to have you," he confesses, his eyes shining with affection.

Bakugo

Upon reaching the den, you found Bakugo resting on a bed of soft moss, his scaled form coiled comfortably. He raised his head, crimson eyes gleaming in the fading light as he greeted you with a rumbling purr. "What took you so long, idiot?" Bakugo grumbled, though the affection in his voice was evident.

"Hey there, you big brute," you chuckled, not paying attention to his wry remark, brushing a hand against his sleek scales. "Sorry, got caught up with something. How was the hunt?"

Bakugo's expression shifted, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Successful, as always, woman! What were you thinking?! Brought back enough for a feast."

Your stomach twisted at the thought of the raw, blooded meat he had to bring to his den, but before you could discuss it, you noticed something that made you pause. "Bakugo, your scales," you said, furrowing your brow. "They're covered in dirt and grime. You need to clean them."

Bakugo's gaze narrowed, a growl rumbling in his throat. "I don't need to do anything. I'm fine. I bathed in the lake."

You shook your head, undeterred. "Come on, Katsuki. You know how important it is to keep your scales clean."

He scoffed, clearly not amused by your suggestion. "I can take care of myself just fine. I don't need you nagging me about it, idiot. I don't need to be pampered like some weakling," he grumbled.

You knew how to approach his offended, grumpy ass. A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as you crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? Because I seem to recall you bragging about how you're the mightiest dragon around. Surely, the mightiest dragon can handle a little cleaning."

Bakugo's jaw clenched, irritation flashing across his features. "Fine, woman. If it'll shut you up, I'll let you clean my scales. Goddammit! I can't have a quiet moment, even in my own fucking den!"

You grinned triumphantly, knowing you had won this round. "Great! Let's get started then." As you set to work with a cloth you carried in your woolen bag, gently scrubbing away the dirt and grime from Bakugo's scales, you couldn't help but notice the way his tense muscles gradually relaxed beneath your touch. You marvel at his scales texture, smooth yet with a slight roughness. You feel the dirt and grime loosen under your touch. His scales are warm to the touch, radiating heat like the sun itself. With each stroke, you're careful not to apply too much pressure, mindful of his sensitive skin beneath.

Bakugo grumbles impatiently at first, shifting restlessly as you work.

You take your time, working methodically from one section to the next, ensuring that every inch of Bakugo's scales is cleaned to perfection. As you climb him to reach his back, you encounter a particularly stubborn patch of dirt, embedded deep between the ridges of his scales. With a determined frown, you scrub harder, eliciting a growl of discomfort from Bakugo.

"Watch it, human," he warns, his voice tinged with irritation. Yet, his initial reluctance faded, replaced by a quiet contentment as he leaned into your ministrations. "You know," Bakugo grumbled, his voice softer now, his crimson eyes closed, "this isn't as awful as I thought it would be."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you step back to admire your handiwork. Bakugo's orange-red scales gleam like polished emeralds in the sunlight, their vibrant hues shimmering with newfound brilliance.

Bakugo snorts in approval, a rare smile gracing his snout. "Not bad, for a human, I guess," he concedes, his tone grudgingly admiring. "Well, I guess you're not completely useless." The dragon nuzzles his snout against you affectionately.

As you curl up together in the warmth of the den, surrounded by the comforting scent of the forest and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, you can't help but feel grateful for moments like these. "I love you, my Great Explosion Murder Dragon Bakugo."

A deep rumble echoes in his chest. "I love you too, my little human."

[robin-evry]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 🐲🐲

A dragon is a magical legendary creature that appears in the folklore of multiple cultures worldwide. Beliefs about dragons vary considerably through regions, but dragons in Western cultures since the High Middle Ages have often been depicted as winged, horned, and capable of breathing fire. 

Ps : this headcanon has a lot of references to dungeon meshi my new favorite anime

( English is not my first language )

since dragons are one of my favorite mythical beings and the world has their own version of the dragons in their own culture, I'm planning on making two or more of different types of dragon!yuu head Canon and so I'll be starting with the western style dragons.

I imagine they have 3 forms of transformations.

( the first : human form ) one is basically their human form, the form where they usually interact with people. But some of their dragon features would still appear like their tail and horns

( the second : chimera form ) is basically basically their human form as the upper body while their dragon forms as the lower body with 2 pairs of large wings.

( third one : dragon form ) is just their full dragon form

The second form would be 11 meters. and the third form would be 30 meters. Depends on you guys headcanon, dragon!yuu could have feathers or not, you guys can add in your own unique features on them, I also imagine them being able to use magic and having some sort of healing factors

First scenario : basically dragon!Yuu were confused about where they were and their first instinct is to attack because they might get captured and so it leads to a dragon!yuu vs multiple students and staff, trying to detain them or calm them down. After a while they manage to calm them down.

Second scenario : they appear the same way in the game, in the coffin and when grim was setting the school on fire, dragon!yuu manage to save multiple students from the fire and cast a spell to stop the fire.

when fighting the overblots, I imagine them fighting in their chimera form and by flying to the sky opponent in hand and then crushing down their opponents to the ground, very effective or not they might use their tail to launch their opponent backwards and then cast a spell on them. But don't worry when the battle is down, dragon!yuu will heal the injured characters using recovery magic or ressuraction magic to heal damages That might be permanent.

Malleus and dragon!yuu would definitely build a connection with each other, both of them came from dragon descendants. They would definitely have a deep relationship with each other whenever or not it's platonic or something romantic depends on you guys.

imagine dragon!yuu has a habit of hoarding things they might think is precious, I imagine dragon!Yuu shows it off to people that are the closest to them with so much pride.

Dragon!yuu would also have a large appetite, they can eat an entire cafeteria worth of foods in one day without troubles but they have to suppress their appetite to make sure most of the students get some food. So they usually go hunting for food in the forest or somewhere else. They also have a strong digestive system to the point it can withstand Lilia cooking without troubles and also with a little help with their healing factor abilities.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

In what ways would you change Yuu (or would you get rid of them entirely)? The writing feels inconsistent on their place/importance. If they were just a conduit for the player to watch the events unfold that's one thing but in another story they are an active player.

I'd personally play into the beastamer aspect more. They are supposedly the reason why Ace, Deuce, and Grim were able to work together thus I'd want them to have more agency in making plans, giving orders, etc. Rook calls them Trickster but in what way (lol). The vagueness of being a self insert pains me. I'd also want to give them some magically infused weapon (or has a magestone embedded) just so they aren't fodder or sideline material.

Mmm… As much as I dislike the blank slate self-insertiness of Yuu (I’d prefer to read about an actually realized character), I wouldn’t want to get rid of them altogether. I think they’re important for the role they serve in the narrative even if in execution is inconsistent and not done well.

The problem with “changing” Yuu is that there has to be a certain level of ambiguity due to the design of the game. You cannot give them too much personality or you risk alienating the audience that likes to project or self-insert. There’s also a limit to how much uniqueness a mobile game can lend its players characters; the format isn’t exactly known for having super in-depth player arcs, it’s known for their colorful casts of rollable characters. The devs have to toe that line carefully, not to mention juggle Yuu’s participation with letting the other characters shine. It is for this reason that I won’t be doing a total overhaul of Yuu or just deciding “give them a personality!” as what I’d change about them. Rather, I’ll be proposing alterations while thinking like a dev (ie preserving the current story and as much of the self-insertiness as I can while also trying to give Yuu more to do/say).

Now Yuu, being the outsider to this world, is perfectly poised to have others dump exposition on them. This serves the dual purpose of being able to diegetically explain things to the player. (We wouldn’t get this advantage if the player character was changed to be like… a Twisted Wonderland resident; you could explain some magic things to a layman, but a resident wouldn’t need more common knowledge like country names exposited to them. Were this the case, we’d need an additional excuse for Crowley to take in a native.) It’s also convenient to have them be the “eyes” for the player to experience the world through, since Yuu is able to conveniently be present for most major main story events. It essentially makes them a human-shaped video camera.

I’ve often heard people suggest that if we need a POV character, why not go with Grim since he basically serves the same purpose now anyway. My answer to that is: Grim is also an arrogant asshole who picks fights, just the same as any other NRC student. If Grim were the player character, he wouldn’t be contributing much or helping to guide the other students learn to get along. We need Yuu here to be that driving force for change because Grim simply isn’t capable of it when he’s instigating himself half of the time.

A smaller thing about Yuu that I love is the idea of them being the school photographer! (This is something that is shown in the second anniversary animated video too!) It gives us context for the cards we roll and it implies that Yuu is the one documenting these precious memories. I want Yuu to stay if only for this reason.

Personally, I wouldn’t make Yuu a combatant. This is antithetical to their role and I feel would instead work against them (or at least create a scenario where Yuu has to have some level of battle prowess; this impedes on the self-insert nature of them). Sticking a magic item in their hand makes little difference since they most likely wouldn’t know how to handle it in the moment. (Nor would a magicless human even be able to use some of them; for example, a magestone is completely useless to them.) A magicless human with no combat experience is just another liability to account for, not to mention it actively puts them in harm’s way. It might be cool in theory, but I think in practice it goes against the very concept of Yuu. They’re meant to be here to show that there is “another way” to the NRC students—that violence doesn’t solve all your problems, proof that you don’t need to be a powerful being to “change” others or the world around them. They’re supposed to be underestimated and not seen as much of a “real” fighter, and they’re supposed to prove those notions wrong by demonstrating their worth via other avenues. In this “the weak obey the strong” school, Yuu has to be the one to show them that strength comes in forms that are NOT magic power or battle prowess.

I feel that Yuu works best on the sidelines as a supporter and strategist. Strategy is, after all, half of the battle, and it’s a part that people tend to overlook in favor of the flashier fighters. But strategy is crucial and it can turn the tide against a formidable foe (as we see in the prologue)!! I think this is something the NRC students need to be made more aware of too, so Yuu should stay as the strategist; they just have to be given more opportunities to show off those skills!

With all of that being said, here is what I would change about Yuu:

Drop the beast tamer thing. It gets mentioned prominently like once in the prologue and then never becomes truly relevant. Maybe it’ll become important when it comes to taking down OB Grim, but that will be SO late in the main story that the payoff doesn’t seem worth it. There are no examples of Yuu’s beast taming skills ever being used in the main story, so the whole “oh you have the makings of a beast tamer” thing is so useless. If you really want to keep it, then let Yuu’s innate talent/skills for beast taming help them out at least once per main story book. This means I’d want to see instances of Yuu getting other creatures (ie not just Grim) to help them out.

Allow Yuu the agency to act on their own when it comes to finding a way back to their own world. Going home is so often relegated to a single line or a few sentences and then not addressed again until next book. Have Yuu take initiative instead of waiting around for updates from Crowley. They should go out and ask questions, investigate on their own, etc. Maybe have them get involved in each book’s conflict because they happen to get mixed up in it while conducting research instead of being TOLD to go and fix a problem. Book 6 marks the only real time I can think of Yuu making a drastic decision against Crowley’s advice. It puts them at great risk, and that’s something they’re willing to take for the sake of saving their friends. We need more moments like this throughout the rest of the story. However, Yuu won’t be allowed to do whatever they want unrestricted because 1) it falls out of the scope of a mobile game title and 2) we want to largely retain the capacity to self-insert. So when I say give Yuu more agency to act, I mean it ONLY in the sense of being more proactive in their efforts to get home.

Add a short comment or two from other characters depending on which dialogue options are picked for Yuu. It would be too ambitious to incorporate a full-on branching storyline or strong “choose your own adventure” elements, but at least have the other characters consistently comment on whatever brief dialogue option Yuu has rather than ignoring them 90% of the time. This wouldn’t alter the story in any way but it sure would be nice to have a little more flavor text and more of Yuu actually being acknowledged as present.

Yuu should fully commit to being a planner and strategist. We get to see this aspect of Yuu like once or twice in the prologue (when they tell Grim where to spit fire at the ghosts/planning how to beat the Phantom in the mines) and then are left to extrapolate this to the rest of the game. Maybe you can argue they figured out Azul’s scheme in book 3 too, but this isn’t good enough. If you’re going to set up the idea, then have consistent segments in each book that reinforces that idea. Have Yuu brainstorm ways to jailbreak in book 4, have Yuu be perceptive enough to notice that Malleus isn’t feeling great in book 7 (only for Malleus to brush them off/insist he has a solution), etc.

Have a short story segment that explains how or why Yuu earns their nickname “Trickster” from Rook. We got this with Floyd, so the other known nicknamer should reveal this, especially since the name “Trickster” implies intelligence and cunning. Yuu should have an opportunity to demonstrate this (in book 5 maybe?), which earns them Rook’s respect and the new title. This should also be informed by other parts where Yuu shows how smart they can be.

More time bonding with Grim. I say Grim specifically because I commonly see him as a hated character in part because of how he “steals lines/time” away from Yuu. (Adeuce and Malleus are fine as they are because the former already stick up for/help Yuu out and the latter is meant to stay mysterious until late in the main story.) This means that if you don’t already like Grim, the whole “Yuu chases them to Styx HQ to save Grim” plot point in book 6 rings hollow. To truly build a bond with Grim, please give us moments prior to book 6 that show how much they care for one another and are linked to each other as partners. Times when Grim causes inconveniences for Yuu don’t count. Give me instances of them cuddling at night or talking to each other about their hopes and dreams or whatever. This would establish the value that Grim sees in Yuu, as well as the value that Yuu sees in Grim. It makes it more believable that Grim would cry when he’s alone or realizes he hurt his partner, and that Yuu would defy the headmaster’s advice and put themselves at risk to save Grim.

Better incorporate the ghost camera and its usage in the main story. The ghost camera provides an in-universe explanation for gaming meta (ie the card illustrations); in the main story, it’s hardly ever mentioned save for its introduction in the prologue and when Yuu takes a picture of Mickey with it. What should happen instead is Yuu will take a picture of the characters involved in that chapter. This way, it’s a physical reminder of the time everyone spent together and the bonds they’ve developed. It further strengthens the idea of the students learning to get along and Yuu being there to facilitate that while also keeping the ghost camera relevant.

More time where Yuu actually bonds with/“changes” the other characters. One huge gripe I have with the main story is that we’re TOLD that Yuu’s presence changes and improves the boys for the better, that they teach them how to get along. Very little of the actual main story supports this (outside of the prologue). At best, Yuu has a very short chat with some of the OB boys at the end of their respective book. Yuu should have a little more time in this regard. I don’t know, maybe Idia is still struggling to socialize when he comes over to play video games at Ramshackle so Yuu has to gently encourage him to give it a try or says something to help include him in the conversation. Little things like that! Keep the strong interactions the other characters have in changing the OB boys (like Trey being the one to rush to Riddle’s side, the twins teasing Azul, etc.), but have Yuu help facilitate them opening up emotionally and being vulnerable with one another.

This last point is debatable (I keep changing my mind about it), but possibly make a point of showing how Yuu is adjusting to this new world. This honestly might mess with the self-insert aspect (which is why I debated to leave this out), but I also feel like it might be interesting to reinforce Yuu’s desire to go home h demonstrating homesickness or issues with settling into Twisted Wonderland.

To summarize, the changes I’d make largely involve making TWST commit to briefly mentioned details (that they largely don’t follow through on) and making Yuu actually do a little more to warrant crediting them with resolving issues + fostering friendships. A lot of the problems that exist now are due to promising a lot but then poorly executing on what was promised.

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Check Yes Chapter 6

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“Have you experienced events that could be described as fatal?” Danny read from his notebook. Before Jason could answer he continued, “Do you know the name and species of all your progenitors? Have you ever wondered if you are-” 

Jason held a hand up to ask for silence. He was in the zone on a training module that Barbie had sent to the whole team. He was not going to get any more shit from fucking Tim and Stephanie about being an out of touch old man like Bruce who ran code directly from the 90s.

Danny cut himself off to wait. Without looking up, Jason could see some kind of bouncing movement that had to be Danny fidgeting. “You’re early,” Jason eventually said. He shut the program that he’d been running and then blinked his full attention over to his date. “It’s not- is it 5 already?” He blinked away the gumminess in his eyes and checked the time. 

Danny flushed a little green. His freckles glowed a little whiter in contrast. “No, it’s 4:30,” he admitted sheepishly. “I, uh, left work a little early.” He floated up and then abruptly over into a flip. Like an antsy mermaid. Jason leaned back and watched, fascinated by how easy movement looked on Danny. It was the way he’d used to see Dick, but now he knew how hard Dick’s easy mobility was earned.

“You don’t feel gravity at all, do you?” He confirmed, envious and charmed. 

“Uhh.. Can’t say that I do,” Danny admitted. He shrugged. “Not like this, anyway. I do in my human body, obviously.”

“Is that literally-” Jason cut himself off with a mortified flush. Holy shit. You can’t just ask someone if they have a magical transformation into their own corpse. Insensitive much?

Danny gave him a knowing look but gracefully ignored the question. “Anyway. Do you remember what I asked earlier?” He cocked his head to the side and full body wiggled. “I had Frostbite help me write them out. Undead health isn’t really my area, but he knows everything that’s ever been known, which is pretty cool.”

“Uh…” Jason thought back. “I told you when we were eating that I died once,” he reminded Danny with a raised eyebrow. “So that’s an easy yes.”

Danny shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t know how serious you were or if you were describing something extremely short term like needing afib or something longer term-”

“Dead, buried, in the ground for months,” Jason admitted. “Presumably rotted, but I came back to myself with living human physiology, if extremely damaged from what killed me.” It was really gross to think about. It was also impossible to totally avoid. There should have been no coming back from all the blood drying up and shit.

Danny stared at him with an open mouth for a few seconds. Long enough that Jason fidgeted, uncomfortable.

“That’s the most metal shit I’ve ever heard in my life,” Danny said reverentially. “That’s so nasty, man. You rotted? Does this make me more of a necrophiliac than you?”

Jason choked on his own spit.

Danny did another flip.

“My parents were definitely human,” Jason managed, voice strangled. Best to get this back on topic. “I know for sure. I’ve met them both.”

Danny blew a raspberry. “It’s not always obvious,” he pointed out 

“Anything that would show up on Batman’s DNA analysis can be ruled out,” Jason corrected himself. “And neither of them had any non-human capabilities. Died from things that a Tamaraean or Kryptonian would be able to get out of.” 

“...Oddly specific species mentions,” Danny said. A line formed between his brows. His toes touched down to earth and he crossed his arms. “You… I wasn’t thinking of that type of non-human.” He cleared his throat. “It’s just that, you touched Wolf.”

“And a Kryptonisn wouldn’t be able to?” Jason asked a bit dryly. He didn’t understand the logic.

“Not unless they were really juicy with death,” Danny said in a weirdly mellow tone for such a disgusting sentence.

Jason gagged a little. He couldn’t help it. Oh, christ. Yeah, bodies got wet and shit after a while, but characterizing that as juicy? That was out of line.

“Not like- not like that!” Danny fluttered his hands at Jason, torn between horror and cackling. “I don’t mean like, dead and rotting. I mean dead and reanimated with ectoplasm. Souped with the sweet nectar of the afterlife. Wolf is a ghost, man.” He snickered.

“Wolf is a ghost,” Jason repeated.

Danny frowned. “Wolf,” he said. “Not Wolf.”

“What?” They sounded the same.

“You’re saying it wrong,” Danny said, saying the name the exact same way that Jason had been. “It’s Wolf, not Wolf.”

Jason stared at him warily. “...Spell it for me.”

“W-U-L-F,”  Danny rattled.

Ah. Ok. Jason took that onboard. “Wulf is a ghost,” he said again. “And therefore I ought not be able to touch him. I can touch you.”

“Like this? For sure.” Danny went through his flashbang light-show and shook out his newly black hair. “I’m a physical being. In my ghost form, I can consciously let you touch me. But Wulf was actively in the Ghost Zone when you hit him. You put your hand into the Ghost Zone and smacked him. The living have ghostly properties in the Ghost Zone. He’s tangible there but you should have been intangible.”

“...Maybe I’m a ghost?” Jason posited, cocking his head slightly as he said it. Danny was the expert. “I never found any answer for why I just woke up in my grave one day.”

“You just woke up?” Danny repeated, delighted. He put his hands on his face, breathed into them heavily, and then ran both hands through his hair. “That’s sick. That’s fucking sick, man. Did you have to dig yourself out like a zombie?”

…Did Danny think this was like, hot, and not disturbing? “Tore off my fingernails on the coffin splinters,” Jason confirmed, fascinated with what a little freak this guy was. Danny’s pupil dilated at the words. Jason could almost have been offended because that shit was traumatic, but hey. 

If he really thought about it. It was sick as fuck.

“I think yes, by the way,” Jason decided. He waited for Danny to give him a questioning look  before he elaborated. “You’re a monsterfucker, my guy. I’m attracted to you, but not because you’re dead. Whereas you’re clearly into the fact that I’m a dead guy.” 

Danny opened his mouth. He shut it. He put a hand over his mouth. “Huh,” he said. “Huh.” His brow furrowed. “If I said it was scientific curiosity and that passion for death runs in my family- no, I hear it.” He flapped a hand at Jason to cut off the laugh he couldn’t stop. “Hush. Okay. Fine.” He stood up a little straighter. “I’m a necrophiliac and I’m proud.”

A window banged shut in the kitchen and there was a clatter as someone’s shitty little brother fell into the sink.

“...Hi, Duke!” Danny called.

Jason put his hand over his face.

“Hi, Danny!” Duke called back, voice choked. “Good to hear from you, man.”

“You can’t fucking be here!” Jason said between his fingers. “I have plans, you shitty Zebra mussel.”

Danny looked at him.

“...What?” Duke asked. He came into the room to frown at Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes. “New Zealand mud snail.” They still didn’t get it. “Spotted lantern fly.” 

Blank stares.

“Fucksake,” said Jason. “I’m calling you an invasive species.”

Danny laughed. Duke made a loud pffft sound and unlocked his phone. He held it up and showed them the screen. “Would the New Zealand zebra lantern fly have this?” He triumphantly brandished his phone screen, which was a screenshot of his chat with Jason where he’d confirmed that he had permission to come over.

“New Zealand zebra lantern fly,” Jason repeated, vexed as fuck. “You know damn well-”

“It checks out, boss,” Danny reported, leaning back from Duke’s phone. “Looks like he’s allowed in. Let ‘im use your TV while we go out.”

“Yeah, let me use your TV while you go on a date,” Duke echoed, clearly enjoying this a lot.

“...I’ll get my coat,” Jason said sullenly. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

“We’ll bring you back dinner,” Danny told Duke.

Jason stalked away into his bedroom, wondering when he’d lost the plot to his own life.

[postmoe]

Lucifer Yandere Alphabet

Fandom: Obey Me Character: Lucifer Threat Level: 7.5

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A - Allure : What do they love about you? Physical and otherwise.

His favourite parts of your body are your mouth, hands and eyes. Your smile never fails to make his heart flutter, your hands are the seraphic instruments that you use to idolise him, and your eyes are windows to every emotion and thought you have; it's like reading into your mind and tasting your soul. You're smart, you don't have to be intellectually intelligent but you know when to back down and he can admire that about you. It makes you nicer to train.

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B - Buddies : Would they be willing to share you with someone else?

Outwardly he would deny it. However, he isn't going to keep you in solitude if it makes his brothers sad. He can endure the annoyance of sharing if it's for family, Simeon included. If it were with Diavolo, then he may make arrangements to stay at the castle more often, or bring you out to visit him any time he goes out. You might even get a co-parenting situation, where Lucifer gets you for a week and every second weekend, Diavolo taking the following week and weekend. Just be prepared for the back and forth of it:

"You can't just give the human cake for dinner because they asked for it."

"But it makes them so happy! See, this is why I'm the fun one~"

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C - Care : Are they prone to hurting you? Do they care if they do?

Yeah, he's not... He's not very good at leaving you bare of any marks. Bruises are the most common, just from him holding you tightly during intimacy of when he's overstimulated and angry. You're like his personal stress ball. If you ark up enough then he may go worse, letting you reel in the pain of a dislocation or making you bleed, but he wouldn't do it unless you pushed him that far or he's built up too much anger and you just happened to be the one to tip the scale.

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D - Delusion : How aware are they?

He knows he's not a partner as such, more like an owner with a pet. It's just hard when you're so weak and he knows what's best for you, he won't admit he's crazy though. It's just factual, you need someone to look after you and he is the obvious choice. He knows you don't like the way he governs your life, he does believe you will get used to it, though. Eventually.

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E - Effective : How effective is their kidnapping? When all's said and done, could you escape?

Nawr, you fucked. You'd be kept in the Devildom so in order to leave you'd have to find someone capable of doing that. Not a lot of people would be willing to against Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride himself. There's more benefit to helping him or not getting involved. If he's sharing you then it's likely one of the others will leave something unlocked, so you might get to run from the house. You wouldn't last long, though. He's one of the best with magic, so you'd need a lot of luck to get anywhere.

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F - Fisticuffs : Are they tolerant of you fighting back? What about precautions?

He can take a little verbal smack here and there, but if you actually try to fight against him then your attitude will be reprimanded quite quickly. Stop while it's still playful, go overboard and there will be consequences.

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G - Gatherer : Do they like to accumulate your things? What kind of items go missing?

He won't actively go snooping around in your room or anything, but if you leave something out then he'll go through it like it's his. He might pick up something you leave behind as well, like a hair tie on the table, or one of your cute rubbers you use at RAD. Then you might find them in his desk in his office, or on the bedside table in his room. The only reason he would actively search your room is if he's missing you while you're in the human world or there's something specifically troubling you that he should know and the answer might be within your possessions.

Otherwise, he has patience, he'll own everything of you soon enough.

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H - Hell : The worst thing possible to happen under their care?

Being forced to watch torture and losing a limb. If you make the mistake of using those hands to touch some lowlife and flirt and beg for their help then he will kill them painfully as an example to others - and he will cut your hands off and keep them in jars for him to admire and you to remember. It also means he gets more say in how things are done, he will brush your teeth the way he wants, cook your meals the way he wants, you don't even get to eat the next bite until you've chewed your food to his satisfaction.

Magical World Rules dictate that a powerful enough healer or sorcerer could fix your hands back to their nubs on your arms. You don't get to know that though, not right away. If you're extra good then he might think about healing you one of these decades.

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I - Introvert : Will you ever get to leave the house?

Yes, if you're a good human. Good humans get to come to parties and eat at nice restaurants. No socialising, though, and he'll choose everything you get to eat, or order for you if you're rewarded decision making.

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J - Jealousy : Are they prone to getting jealous? How easily?

"Don't be ridiculous." 100%. He's good at keeping it reeled in until private, though he will make it plain that you're taken. Arms around your waist are common, but PDA isn't his style unless you're being looked at. Not making out, just a deep, passionate kiss to show much you love him, how he owns you.

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K - Kill : Does killing come naturally to them? How easily would they do it?

He doesn't do it often. He doesn't bat an eye when he does, either. A nice night of clean torture and death is okay here and there but it's more an art or fine wine, you don't consume it all day every day.

Killing can get messy and that's just added stress he doesn't need. Unless he thinks they have overstepped their bounds by hellish distances, then he's okay with a quick beheading for trying to touch you. Public or private doesn't matter in those circumstances, the only ones capable of stopping him won't care either way.

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L - Lovey-Dovey : How suffocating are they? Do they give you space?

Lucifer isn't draped over you 24/7, however he does expect you to kneel beside him like a dog whenever you get the chance. If you're not following him around like a puppy then he gets a little deflated. During busy nights he likes when you sleep in the same room as him. During calmer nights then he enjoys it when you're by his feat or curled up on the couch beside him, a glass of high quality demonus in one hand, the record playing a cursed song, perhaps a book in the other hand. He wants you to go mad if you're away from him for too long, it feeds his ego.

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M - Masquerade : How different are they with others? Would anyone ever guess their true intentions?

No one would know he's decided to kidnap you until he's done it himself, he may not even guess because his pride is too drowning. He doesn't hide the way he treats you, you're treated a lot nicer than others if you're well behaved enough. But, he doesn't see the point in acting like some sweetheart boyfriend when it should be known by the three realms that you're his beautiful possession.

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N - Nobody else : Are they a 'one darling per yandere' kinda mindset?

Between you and Cerberus (*cough, Diavolo and his brothers too *cough*), he's not sure he really wants more responsibility. The only other 'darling' he could think of would be someone else that was already in his life. Consideration may be Simeon, he gets overprotective of him. Could be easier to have you both on a leash, oh, how pretty would that be~?

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O - Obsequious : Are you their divine? 50/50? Or do they want you to bow to them?

Lucifer laughs at this, eyes crinkling with genuine humour. He's not some heartless ruler, if you revere and fear him the way you should then you will get the life you deserve. His gentle kisses and driving you to pleasure may seem kind-hearted, but you better show your respect or all that can be taken away in half a heartbeat.

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P - Partnership : Do you get a say in things? Or do they run the show?

Nooooope. Down to the clothes you wear, he picks it all. You may think you want that jumper but the material is too scratchy and you'll just get irritated. How about you pick this dessert for a treat? He can be flexible and let you choose the flavour.

Occasionally you might pop out with something interesting and he'd be willing to give in, you just need the right place and right time for it.

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Q - Quacky : Do they lie to you a lot? Is it better to tell you the truth or keep some things hidden? How crazy are they?

If the truth is gruesome enough then he might say it. "The human world is going through a pandemic, people are dying, why would you go back?" He'll show pictures, too. But if it's something where the truth will cause more of a headache then he'd just lie to end the subject. "The event is already sold out, let's just stay home where it's quiet and safe."

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R - Red Flag : Any early signs that you should've been aware of?

Not out of the ordinary. You could pick and choose with hindsight on all you like, but he doesn't really act any differently then pre-possession Lucifer. He is THE demon of Pride, traits are bound to show no matter what.

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S - Suavity : Are they likeable? What's everyone's take on them, did you like them, too?

People either love him or hate him; most hate him. Demons are a resentful species and will judge and spit over anyone better than them - and ho, is Lucifer better than them! He's one of the most powerful in all three realms, his authority reigns supreme and far, he's hot and carries himself confidently. Even those who hate him wouldn't say no to getting fucked by him, let alone just getting to have a conversation with him.

You liked him, too. He is different with you and the brothers, caring and dare you say kind. Just sucks with how it's turned out.

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T - Touch : Let's talk sex, what's their favourite ways to fuck you?

Any position that let's him see your expression. The tears in your eyes, the way you go from reluctance to pleasure, it feeds him. Spreading you open and facing a mirror works, or bending you in half to wedge his cock nice and deep. Anatomy or not, he's confident he will breed you to paralysis. If you can walk the next day without limping, or look in the mirror with no mark on you, then he's failed as your caretaker.

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U - Urgent : How long will they wait until they pounce?

No longer than two years. It's most likely one year or less, when he's sure he wants you then it might take a week to confirm everything and take control from there. If you're nonethewiser then he could go about it slowly, however, if you do something unbearably stupid, like accept a date from another demon or creature, then he'll just shut you down immediately.

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V - Victory : What's the likelihood of you giving in?

High. He has a firm hand and likes the human saying, 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you'. With enough training, isolation, punishment and rewards, you're bound to fall into a rhythm he likes. Thankfully, humans aren't resilient creatures, not like immortals, so it's not like it'll take decades or centuries to crack you in.

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W - Weakness : How to exploit them...?

Behave. Yes, buttering up to his pride kink will definitely win you points, but he is going to reward good behaviour without a doubt so if you want to get anywhere with him, well then, you better start learning how to sit, shake and roll over.

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X - Xanadu : What's your living space like?

Exquisite. You're always comfortable, the temperature is adjusted more to your liking than to his, you have a lot of things to keep you busy and entertained. Lucifer may enjoy adding a chain to your ankle, or a pretty collar around your throat, but that's more for his delight than yours.

Just remember, he can easily put you in worse environments.

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Y - Yikes... They loved you too hard. Would they kill you?

Not unless it was part of some ritual to make you immortal or something. If you can't get out of your mortality, then he may find it romantic to end your life with his own hands, but it wouldn't be a painful process. You couldn't anger him enough to kill you, though, even if he threatens he would every other week.

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Z - Zeus : What's the one thing you should never do, what will bring the thunder?

Look at anyone else outside of his circle with adoration. He can understand if Diavolo or someone did something cool, you're feeble, human mind being blown away by it, but if you think someone else is allowed to have your devotion then you royally fucked up. This lesser demon, who runs a shelter for hurt animals, who smiles with faux kindness and reaches for your hand to shake-

Pathetic. If someone like that is your standard, holy heck are you getting a rough education to follow.

[yuurei20]

Updated Silver Facts Part 30: Silver and Malleus (pt1)

Upon meeting the infant Silver for the fist time Malleus’ initial reaction is, “...What is this strange creature? It looks like a hairless monkey.”

Lilia says that Silver is adorable, but Malleus seems unconvinced.

Lilia immediately leaves the infant alone with an unwilling Malleus (“You would ask ME? To watch THIS?”) as he must go solve the mystery of how something can be both “powdered” and yet “milk” at the same time.

Malleus asks, “This creature is so tiny-what if I touch it and it breaks?,” and Lilia responds that he need only “pat him gentle and sing him a lullaby.”

Malleus calling after Lilia awakens Silver, and he hums a lullaby until Silver falls asleep again (“Please come back soon, Lilia”).

Malleus is unimpressed by Lilia’s adoption of the abandoned infant: “That doesn't mean you had to raise the thing. You could have brought it to a human land and let them take care of it.” When Lilia says he wants to know if he is truly capable of loving a human Malleus responds, “What if you aren’t?”

When Lilia threatens to give the stewed grains and vegetables he feeds to Silver “a few creative twists” with armadillo meat and powdered blacknewt, Malleus advises against it, saying that he will arrange for regular deliveries of baby food from the castle, as he is unsettled by the thought of Lilia shouldering the responsibility on his own.

Lilia teases Malleus about this sudden interest in helping, saying, “I thought you disliked humans. What brought about this change of heart?,” but Malleus responds, “If the baby grows weaker, it would make you sad, would it not?” (Lilia: “…you’re a sweet boy, Malleus.”)

It seems it was Malleus who was able to guide Silver in using magic for the first time where Lilia could not, telling him and Sebek to control their breathing, extend out a hand and picture themselves winding thread around the length of a spoon that they are trying to move with magic.

The exercise works for Silver and only Silver, with Sebek saying he was unable to consciously use magic for another year and a half following that day.

It seems that it was also Malleus who taught Silver how to dance: he talks about an unnamed person who visited his and Lilia’s home in the woods, and whom Lilia asked to instruct Silver, who had been practicing on his own with a log. While Silver does not name him his speech patterns align with Malleus, and we have never heard of anyone else but Sebek and Baul visiting the cottage.

Silver says that the unnamed dance instructor spent all day teaching both him and Lilia how to dance.

[astracora]

Man EVER really cut corners on Caleb's rebuild because like... even modern day prosthetics have sensory capabilities to help with relearning the use of your limb again and preventing phantom pains.

EVER really said specifically, I know it's the super future with magic and high technological advancements... but fuck you Caleb, not a single bit of sensory input from your prosthetic, except for pain.

Edit: actually I am thinking about it more and if it's not just PG not knowing how prosthesis work. Then EVER basically built something that Caleb cannot receive sensory feedback through, so he's essentially just. Able to use it through the brain sensors or muscle nerve endings, but is fully incapable or receiving feedback. Which means.

They've handed him a sword, to make it easier to destroy or kill or harm, with no acknowledgement for the humanity of it.

In reality he'd probably struggle to cook without a HUGE learning curve of having to WATCH for what his arm is doing, to relearn how much pressure to input.

Killing becomes easy, harm becomes easy, becoming readjusted to his LIFE? That becomes far harder. EVER gave this man the realignment of his life, because they wanted a weapon not a person.