#i think he's made a contract with the devil...hm

[faeriegirl]

A cursed prince of roses 🌹

[yan-rai]

Yandere! Aged up! Denji x reader x Yandere! Makima

Synopsis: Denji is quite a handful, after all, he grew up unfortunate. He's ecstatic at the smallest things, so imagine how he acts when you do the slightest gesture. Especially when he sees competition. The same could be said with Makima, she has a calm exterior, but, she hates having to share her property. So, why not settle this with a duel?

-Warning- SPOILERS FOR PART 1. This is a yandere work, it will include dark themes (however in this, I would say it is light). I do not control who reads this, however, this should not be romanticized and should stay in fiction. I do not condone this behavior. Light editing, Suggestive, cheating(?) reader, also in a way, manipulative. Aged up! Denji. Cannibalism(?), death, mentions of religious aspects (praying by Denji and reader) being called a wife by Makima (no gender associated though since she refers to herself as the husband). Implied that reader is not fully human, could be considered a fiend, devil or a hybrid.

Side Note!: I accidentally uploaded this without knowing so it had to be put on private since I don't know how to change it back to drafts 😭. This is my first published blog, so I'm still a newbie trying to figure things out. If you see any errors, whether it be typos or giving reader a gender, don't be afraid to tell me! I'll quickly fix it. These images are NOT mine, Denji chibi is made by JackGravitty, Makima chibi is made by Yknsugar. Other images are just manga panels.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You're aware of Makima's plan.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After all, she considers you as family, why would she need to keep something from you?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you meet Denji, you're in a way, disappointed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Makima gushes about Chainsaw man, but when you see the barely adult, you wonder if Chainsaw man was truly great as she painted him to be.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not wanting the plan to fail, you treated Denji kindly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Offering food, cleaning up after him, and giving praise.

"Ohhhh Yeahhhh!" Denji shouted as you handed him a plate full of meat. "Thank you for the food!" Denji clasped his hands together as he dug in, almost choking in the process. "Denji, you'll have to be more careful, can't have you dying without completing the contract now, hm?" You tilt your head, Deji coughed. "Y-Yeah! Sorry..." He drank water. "Uhm... (Y/N), what's your type?"

"My type?" You tilted your head, "Hmmm." You put a finger on your chin. Obviously it'd be Makima, and only her. However, perhaps him taking interest in you was the plan? You knew she'd be pissed if you ruined it, you smiled. "I think I'll be the most happy with you, Denji." "W-With me!?" He stuttered, checks flushed. "Yeah. You're cute, loyal, basically like a dog" you named off, leaning towards his face, "And most of all, you're Chainsaw man."

"You'll protect me, right?"

Denji nods frantically.

"What's your type?" You smiled.

"Y-You!" He blurted out.

"I'm glad."

You lean further, connecting your lips against his.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be lying if he said he *hadn't* gotten a boner right there and then.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I mean? What reaction would he have gotten instead!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A hot person kissing him as they confirmed their feelings!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji now believes you're in a relationship with him, he's yours and you're his, simple as that.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 While Makima did treat him well, you did it with wanting nothing in return, it was as if, you liked him for him. You saw him as Denji, not Chainsaw man.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's all it takes for him to fall head over heels for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be far more clingy with you, annoying a certain boss.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not like he cares, though.

"(Y/N)" She called out, no longer allowing you to daydream as stood near her door.

"I've heard you got into a relationship, hm?" Makima spoke, sitting at her desk as you stood. "Ah, you too?" You sighed, he was practically announcing it to the world with how he acted. "Congratulations." Makima continued her smile, however, with most of her smiles, it was fake. "It's not my fault." You furrowed your eyebrows, "You said you were going to take care of him! Why'd you toss it over to me?" "Why did you give the dog hope?" Makima responded, no longer smiling. "I didn't want to ruin your plans, so I assumed you'd want me to flirt with him so he doesn't run away." You huffed.

She stayed silent before tapping on her lap, reluctantly, you sat.

Putting her arms around you,

"I didn't know my wife cared about me so much. But, I'm sure you're aware, I don't like sharing."

Her lips trail down from your lips to your nape, she bites your collarbone.

"Stop it. We're at the office." You hitched, "Since when were you the husband?" She teased, licking the hickey she recently gave you. "You're aware that I don't like Denji, right? You don't have anything to worry about. I'd choose you over him, no matter what." You reassured, Makima hummed. "Makima, I love you. We'll get officially married, start a family," You rested on her shoulder, clasping your hands with hers, "and stay together for entirety." You whispered.

She paused. Her eyes trail up to your face, she fiddles with the buttons, hands slowly trailing to your tie. Pulling on it, she brings your face closer to hers, biting your bottom lip.

"You're mine and mine only, you belong to me."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Normally, she doesn't care about the people around you, they're nothing but flies.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She met you waaaaaayy before Denji even existed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But Denji clearly was changing you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She saw the way you looked at him, as if you *actually* liked him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She hated how a mere pet can change someone's feelings quickly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What did that dog have that she didn't?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nothing! She had everything, the will to change someone's memories, control anyone, hell she was unstoppable at this point!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's right.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He *had* nothing, but now, he's surrounded by people he loves.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Perhaps it's time for the dog to be put back on a leash?

"I apologize for the loss, Denji." Makima sipped her coffee, as the dogs played around both her and Denji. "We tried everything to make sure everyone came out alive, but, the gun devil, he's quite strong. However, we managed to defeat him." She smiled.

Denji, however, seemed to still be shaken up by Aki's death, as expected. After all, Aki took care of Denji, treating him as a little brother, someone who died because of him. "Makima..." He suddenly spoke. "You said, if we defeated the gun devil...I can make any wish, right?" Denji lifted his head, putting his fingers in his mouth. "Of course," Makima smiled as she put her coffee on her lips. "Then... Can I make a wish where (Y/N) will never leave me? If everything goes wrong, then, they'll be the only one who'll stay with me?"

Makima paused, no longer smiling, her eyes glaring daggers.

Tch.

Does this fucker really think he has a chance with you?

Makima sipped her coffee, regaining her smile.

"Is that what you wish for, Denji?"

"Yes...please. I-I... I can't afford to lose them."

""Denji, it's your birthday, correct?" Her head tilted.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah!"

"Happy 19th birthday."

"Thank you, Makima." Denji blushed.

"Say, I actually invited someone over." Makima stood up, "Really? Who!?" Denji turned his body around as Makima neared the door.

Denji's smile never fell, he wondered who it could be. Perhaps (Y/N)? It'd be nice to hear a birthday saying from them. Perhaps it'd be one of her men, ready to give him the birthday boy treatment. Perhaps it'd be Power, who would jump to him ecstatically like a wild dog. Or better yet, even if he knows it might not be true, perhaps there would be a way, to bring back Aki, so they could once again be like a happy family.

Makima gently opened the door.

"Denji..."

Ah! He was right! It's Power!

"Power!" Denji ran to get up, almost tripping.

"No way! A cake!?" He cheered, it was the first time he'd received a cake for his birthday. Truly, his life was turning around, he loved becoming Chainsaw man.

"H-"

"Bang."

"Eh...?"

Blood splattered on his face, his eyes laying upon power, whose head fell near her legs. Her torso completely gone.

Denji's eyes slowly started to face Makima, who, only had a smile as her hand still had the pointing gesture.

"Your wish, (Y/N)... To be the *only one* to stay with you, right?" Makima spoke, facing him.

His smile falters.

No.

He didn't mean it like that.

Not at all!

Why.

Why did she do this to him!?

God damn it!

Why did he wish it like that in the first place!?

No... Nobody would think it like that!

It was her fault.

For everything.

"Why..." He lets out.

Makima only smiled.

"Do you hate me or something!?" Denji shouted, clenching his fist.

"Hate is... quite a strong wrong, though, I can't deny it. But, it's just a mere punishment for believing that (Y/N) would want to stay with you in the first place. Dogs need to be punished when doing things they aren't meant to." She laughed, except it wasn't the laugh she always presents herself with. It was a hollow laugh, something like it wouldn't come out of a human in the first place. "You're wrong! (Y/N) loves me! They...they presented me with such kindness, They protect me, feed me, kiss me...hold hands...they... They trust me to save them! Save them from *things* like you!"

Denji leads his hands near his cord.

"I'll fight with everything I got to defeat a monster like you." He spat.

"Denji, did you really think (Y/N) loved you?" Makima questioned, "Don't you ever stop to think? (Y/N) only loves you for Chainsaw Man, not Denji. Just like all the other people that came and went, they fought for Chainsaw Man."

"(Y/N)'s the same, except, they work for me. They *love* me. They offered to take the role of the person you'd fall in love with. That mouth that praises you, kisses you, calls out your name, it's done the same to me. Far more, and... It actually holds its meaning."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 NO.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You... You weren't like them at all!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You loved him for him!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Those moments that you shared, the times where you would kiss him first, laugh at his jokes...

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Had they all been lies?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No! He refuses to believe it! Makima clearly was lying!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She had to have been jealous!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's okay! He'll make sure he defeats her! You two will be able to live together once and *without* meddling things.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 All of this will be for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She wanted to laugh again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The way he thinks he'd be able to defeat her was funny.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sure Chainsaw Man was strong, but, she'd be fighting Denji, not him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If Denji knew better, he'd know that he should back off this instant.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She smiles smugly.

"You're aware you'll end up dying, right?"

"I'll never let you have (Y/N)!"

Denji pulls on the cord, turning into chainsaw man.

"Grahahaha!" He laughed manically.

"May the best one win." Makima smiled, revealing chains as past encounters revived. Including Aki, Reze, Angel Devil, and so on.

MAKIMA'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

Her feet echoed as she stepped on the rumble due to their aftermath.

She grabs Chainsaw Man by his head, whom, was ripped in half.

"Tch."

She rips out a heart.

It was oddly shaped, since it was the Chainsaw Devil, or as Denji called it, Pochita.

"What a waste." She sighs, remembering the battle. Power showed up out of nowhere, trying to defend Denji, and of course, still died. Frankly, Makima was quite annoyed, she spent years thinking she'll eventually fight *The* Chainsaw Devil. And yet, the devil didn't even come out to fight her, and she instead won against Denji.

Taking a cigarette from one of the corpses she used, she sat down.

Smoking for the first time.

She coughed.

"It doesn't matter now." She spoke with a hoarse voice.

She held Pochita close, "We'll get rid of the unnecessary together, that way, (Y/N) and I will be able to live in a world of peace. We'll start a family together, and perhaps you can be included too? You'll be like a child to us." She smiled.

"We'll have a happy life."

She paused, her smile widening.

"Ah. They arrived." She looks back, picking up your scent.

"W-What... Happened here?" You looked at the mess.

Makima called you in out of nowhere.

"There was quite a fight."

"I can guess, Makima." You remarked.

"Can you guess who won?" She tilted her head.

"What's that on your hand?" You peeked.

"The key to our ideal life." She showed, you paused.

"How did you obtain it?" You ask, sweating.

You knew the answer.

And yet, you still asked.

"He's dead."

"You... I thought we weren't actually going to kill him!" You gasped.

"Hahaha... How else would we obtain the heart?" She laughed, with her usual hollow laugh.

DENJI'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

He panted.

He defeated Makima.

He was lucky Power managed to show up in time.

Though, he could praise himself for letting Makima's guard down, that required planning.

"Huh." Makima let out.

"Chainsaw Man didn't come to save me." She furrowed her eyebrows, looking down as her blood splattered. She wasn't even fully split, it just stopped at her torso.

"Guess (Y/N)'s all mine now, huh?" He smiled.

The life she wanted with you, crumbled before her eyes.

"This is hardly enough to..."

"I know."

His chainsaw rumbles.

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"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." You smiled,

"Yeah.. I just wanted to prove that I'm getting better at cooking!" He smiled, walking towards you as he handed you your plate. "That way you can depend on your boyfriend a little more." He sat down.

You blush a bit.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't gained some form of love towards him.

You catch the smell of the food, your smile widening.

"This looks delicious, Denji!" You praised.

"After you, you're older than me after all."

"Thank you for the food," you quickly prayed, digging in.

The flavor was immaculate, the way everything was fried was to perfection.

"Where'd you get this meat from? It tastes better than the store I get it from." You spoke, taking another bite as Denji ate his.

He kept chewing, allowing a moment of silence, before he swallowed it.

"It's Makima." He spoke, taking another bite.

"Pardon?" You drop a piece of food from your chopsticks, your smile now fading.

To be honest,

Makima hasn't called you in for a while, you thought it was because she's been busy with work, you'd rather not bother her.

"You're eating Makima."

It finally dawned on you.

You were eating your once lover, prepared by your current lover.

You wanted to barf.

[secretagentsociety]

yandere arch mage X reader

A/N : uuh... it's kinda yandere if you squint hard enough?but honestly I just wrote this cuz of the song I was listening

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so imagine this world is set in a fantasy world with magic and mythical creatures,in the middle of this chaotic world is Callisto the feared arch mage,someone who goes beyond the word prodigy and genius he alone reinvent magic into something more useful,powerful,destructive and dangerous than ever

And then there's you,the fifth royal Princess who's said to be neglected by your own father and is unloved by your own mother

being born to a sickly body,you couldn't walk properly often needing a cane or a help from a servant to steady yourself,and because of your body you couldn't even do basic magic,in a simpler terms the world decides that you'll be it's most hated creature even worse than those 'beasts' in the forest

but as Callisto looked Infront of him,a confident girl staring back at him,despite your sickness your eyes held no such miserable thoughts for yourself,he often wondered how did such a weak girl became so powerful at the same time?

"I'd like to propose a deal with you" you said extending the contract papers you'd meticulously created in the past weeks,it covers all the basics and ground rules even the ones that most scholars even smartest ones didn't think about

Callisto stared at it,then averted his eyes back at you,he let's out a cheeky smile his body leaning over towards you as he rest his head on his palm "how amusing"

that was the first meetings you've ever had with him,a dangerous man akin to a devil but you're willing do deal with even the devil if it meant your survival

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now fast forwarding two years later,Callisto finds himself subconsciously extending his arm towards you whenever you needed help walking,he finds himself giving you piggy back rides to carriages and he finds himself often worrying about your every little movements,he treated you like a fragile glass that'll disappear if he were ever careless,yet he never overstep his boundaries

He remained uninvolved when he thinks you can take care of it,he often just observed and finds himself admiring how even with your sickness and challenges you never made it an obstacle

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It was midnight,no carriages was available and you were planning on walking home,but you find yourself hanging onto Callisto's neck as he gave you a piggy back ride

"heh,look at you giving a weak girl piggy back rides in the middle of the night no less" you said hugging him tighter,he would be lying to say your actions didn't made his heart flutter

"what? you're my client, it's only natural I made sure you get the utmost care" he reasoned a cheeky grin appeared on his face,oh that cute little grin of his,it never fails to make you feel flustered

"hm?so you're telling me if it were any other person you'd give them the same treatment too?" You questioned,somehow a tint of jealously appeared in your heart

you'd hoped he didn't notice the slight difference in your tone,but oh he noticed it he noticed everything about you,your cute laugh,your eyes,how brightly they shined everytime you saw him,that beautiful grin of yours, seeing you half asleep as he carried you across town back to your mansion he couldn't help but wished this would last forever

"ofcourse not, don't be so jealous now little dove" he said,'little dove' one of his many nicknames he gave you,yet no matter how many times you've heard it,it never fails to made you feel special

You wondered if it were any other guy,would you feel the same?,is it just him?is he special?did you like him?oh god are you inlove?!

The realisation struck you like lightning striking the ground,your heart hammered between your ribcage as everything about him became more and more...noticeable

His shining black hair,his beautiful purple eyes,and his cute little smile,wait..cute? it's never cute before sure he's annoying...and....well...oh god...

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If we go back three years prior to say you fell in love with Callisto the man you're planning on using and leaving behind as soon as possible, you'd be laughing until your coughed up blood,but here you were having a nice warm tea party in the winter somehow Callisto had casted a spell causing the parameter of your mansion to feel warm and breezy

A perfect temperature

"say have anything interesting happens this evening?" Callisto asked,hmm ofcourse it's that exact reason you invited him for a tea today,you assume he already knew about it too, considering his smile is no longer visible he looked like he's thirsty for blood, your father's blood to be exact

"my father-"

"yes the emperor"

"well, he'd decided to forward my wedding with the viscount"

you sighed sipping your tea,you thought you'd have more time but it seems like always the world isn't on your side

"when?" He asked,you couldn't help but notice how incredibly dark his voice had gotten,looking at your surroundings you could tell he was ..... Angry maybe it's because this will be putting the plan back for months,any wrong words will get you killed

Afterall the only reason he'd ever put up with you is because you're his 'client' which meant you're useful to him,but if you were to ever be the Viscount's wife.....

"tommorow." You answered truthfully suddenly strands of your hair flewed back you felt an incredible mana surge,the plants withered as if winter had finally caught onto your mansion yet you've never felt cold, it's still warm

"w-well I'm sure I can work something out so yo-you don't have to worry about anyt-"

as you rambled on,you hadn't realised how Callisto had changed his position,no longer was he sitting infront of you,he instead stood behind you,with your cane at hand,he leaned forward his long hair perfectly fall onto your shoulder,as your back was pressed onto his chest

his arm slithered around your waist...hes...hugging you...his face was pressed against your head,he took a deep breath smelling your scent,slowly he starts calming down but his hugs became tighter he felt as if once he let go he'll lose you forever

No...he can't have that,from that moment you sighed that contract you're his,how dare that bastard Viscount decide to take HIS future wife and without realising it Callisto had made the plants completely withered

you noticed how rigged he's becoming,but you never once complained about how tight he's hugging you,because frankly even at this state he's still gentle as ever he made sure to held you so softly you almost fell for him all over again

"I'll handle it" he whispered,this time he burried his face on your neck leaving butterfly kisses all over it,"wa-wait calisto you can't-"

"please" he begged

ah....that face of his is truly dangerous...anything he wants if he just asked you'd give him your life no questions asked,sighing you smiled softly leaning your head againts his "go ahead" you whispered

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if someone were to say to another that the weak and sickly fifth princess will one day rule the kingdom they'll surely laughed and say the other person was crazy

if someone were to say the arch mage would willingly kneel for someone they'd also laughed

But here, Infront of everyone in the kingdom,Callisto and everyone else witnessed the fifth princess sat ontop of the golden throne overlooking everyone

Callisto stepped forward,you smiled at him as he did at you,a soft and loving gaze in his eyes he kneeled willingly and proudly at his now wife "her majesty the Queen of thalisiam empire" Callisto said he couldn't help but felt proud of you,oh how far you've come

"raise your head,my love" you said

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if his old self were to be in his position he'd be writling with rage,how could they be subdued by a royal dog?!no less the weakest one?!

yet as calisto watched you snuggling up onto him,your cheeky smile plastered on your face "hello my lovely" you whispered,he stared at you his stare remained unreadable

if he wanted too,he could've killed you here and now he could execute his original plan,seize the throne and made sure his blood line stay dominating the world for years and generations to come,afterall you're just a weak queen who couldn't even walk properly without needing a help from servants or a cane yet he find himself at his weakest around you

honestly if you asked him too he'd gladly took his own life,"what did you do to me women?" He said,hearing this you raised an eyebrow,"weirdo" you said sticking your tongue out with that same firery look in your eyes

The one's he fell for in the first place

"we should have children" he whispered

"all of a sudden?"

"yeah,I would love a little daughter or a son,with your stubborn heart or even your temper,give them your beautiful sparkling eyes or your enchanted smile,so that when we're gone,the world will find all the reasons i loved you within them" he declared

you couldn't help but laughed "you're such a romantic you know that?"

"I'm not hearing a no,for the children part" he said as his arm held onto your waist,you rolled your eyes flicking his forehead

"I'm tired idiot"

"but you're not rejecting it right?"

".... no maybe one day,but for now this queen need some sleep,will you remove the lights for me"

"I'll remove anything and anyone for you"

[negpos-comments]

HELLOOOOOO TUMBLR!

So i'm not sure if someone has created a multifandom!helluvaverse (hellaverse?) but I've got some stuff written down in a google docs document I'd like to share. also, as it turns out, I don't actually know that many fandoms, so I'm requesting input from you lot. SOOOO, Introducing my take on the

MF!Helluvaverse (WIP)

everything about this is a WIP including the name i just thought it'd be funny cuz it kinda looks like it says MotherFucker!Helluvaverse-

Few Notes: I am a big Undertale fan and I tried to curb that here but i kinda made all the rings of hell UT/UTY Locations Im sorry- There are some ships that will result that are, hm, odd, to say the least. I tried to curb that a little bit. I'm trying to go with personality matches here, but i will have to be flexible with a lot. That flexibility will actually show up a lot, but as long as the basic concept can stay the same I'll allow it.

With that said...

Charlie Morningstar - Frisk (Undertale) Razzle, Dazzle, Kiki - WIP Vaggie - Chara (Undertale)

Ok, so the Frisk and Chara interpretations are based off of fanon rather than canon, since there's not much we know about Frisk and Chara's behavior in canon. I feel like I don't need to elaborate much here? I mean, I thought it was clever with the Vaggie-Chara thing, since they both fell from the victorious/more powerful world above, don't like talking about it that much, etc. etc. Charlie-Frisk i feel makes a good bit of sense. This does mean Charisk is a ship in this AU but considering I ship them I'm cool with it. If you don't like it maybe they're not in a relationship but are just good friends/see each other as pseudo-siblings? Any suggestions for Razzle, Dazzle, and Kiki? I had the inclination to use temmies but i feel like i used enough Undertale (especially looking later on with the rings)

Alastor - Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Niffty - Peridot (Steven Universe)

So. Alastor-Bill Cipher I feel needs no explanation. They're both tumblr sexymen with cool powers and evil tendencies (personally I feel like Pilot!Alastor is a tumblr sexyman and S1!Alastor doesn't but that's a can of worms for a different time). Niffty-Peridot is the one out of the initial six i spent the most time trying to think of, because I couldn't really think of anyone for Niffty, but then i remembered that she's kinda socially inept/unaware, and then I just thought of Peridot.

When Bill last went up against [Vox], The [Vees] had managed to place a spell on him, draining him of most of his power. The one he made the deal with lent him some power in exchange for his soul. His motivation is to defeat the [Vees], break the spell, and end the deal.

The Spell would be like the Magic Barrier in Gravity Falls, preventing Cipher from spreading his chaos beyond the town, except instead of limiting where the power extends to, it just limits how much power.

Angel Dust (Anthony) - The Ink Demon (Bendy) (BATIM/DR) Fat Nuggets - Boris (BATIM/DR) Husk - Cuphead (Cuphead)

Get ready for some real creative liberties on my part. So. Bendy would act more like the Bendy from that Hell's Kitchen AU rather than a canon version of Bendy. He's basically done with making films (whether you want that to be cartoons or porn films like in HH is up to you) but he still has to do it because of the contract. Meanwhile, I considered how Cuphead went to that casino and gambled his soul away. I also drew a bit of inspiration from the Casino Cups AU and how in that AU Cuphead ended up working for the Devil's Casino serving drinks and stuff. So, we've got a Cuphead who gambled his soul away to Bill and is at a very low point in his life. Because HH is gravitating towards HuskerDust, that would mean that in this AU BendyxCuphead is a ship. Uhh, take with that what you will. If you don't like it maybe they're not in a relationship but are just good friends or smth. Actually you can do this with all of the ships. Boris would be more like a small wolf/dog Bendy has as a pet rather than an actual person/character

Sir Pentious - Dr. Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb) Eggs - Perry the Platypus Clones (Phineas and Ferb)

This one is the one out of the main cast im most iffy about. Pentious and Doofenshmirtz are both science geniuses that try to be evil but fail every step of the way. Eventually they get redeemed. uhh i just chose lil perry clones cuz i thought'd be funny

Cherri Bomb - Harley Quinn (DC, Harley Quinn)

Chaotic, Fights for the people they care about, i think you can see the connections here

Zestial - Golden/Shadow Freddy (FNAF)

They're spooky people we dont know much about. That's all there is to it

Mimzy - Spinel (Steven Universe Future)

Now, when I say Spinel, im not talking about the Spinel from the Movie. The characterization of Spinel is drastically different between the movie and the epilogue series. Future paints Spinel as just an overly annoying and excited character that doesn't feel like that's what Spinel should be after the events of the Movie. SUFuture!Spinel feels like a good fit for Mimzy (plus they have the same voice actor, innit?). SUMovie!Spinel doesn't. I just wanted to clear that up here.

Emily - Crowley (Good Omens) Sera - Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Now, when I say Crowley, I mean Pre-Fall!Crowley, like the one we see at the beginning of S2 creating those stars and stuff. They're both really loving life and trusting of Heaven's plan but then they find out some stuff and things go awry. If you believe Em's gonna fall later in HH there's more parallels. Aziraphale believes in Heaven's plans and all that jazz, sticking to those beliefs and stuff, which I feel kinda mirrors Sera's insistence on the current plan Heaven is using.

Lucifer Morningstar - 10th Doctor (Doctor Who) Rubber Ducks - Mini K9's (Doctor Who)

Originally I was debating on whether or not to use the 10th or 11th Doctor, but i eventually stuck with the 10th. Sure, 11 is more silly, but i feel like 10 is just kinda angsty-filled while still retaining that charm and silliness. Plus, I liked the idea of having K9s as Rubber Ducks

Other Stuff

Heaven - Gallifrey (Doctor Who) Hell - Underground (Undertale/UTYellow) Exterminators - Red Guards (Squid Game) Ring of Pride - Ruins/Dark Ruins (UT/UTY) Ring of Wrath - Hotland (UT/UTY) Ring of Gluttony - Dunes (UTY) Ring of Greed - Snowdin (UT/UTY) Ring of Lust - Steamworks (UTY) Ring of Envy (No appearance yet) - Waterfall (UT) Ring of Sloth - New Home (UT/UTY) Belphegor (No appearance yet) - Medic (TF2) Blitzø - Dave Miller (DSAF)

WIP/Needed I'm still brainstorming and lookin for ideas. If you've got any suggestions for these (or for any of the others), let me know!

Upper Angels Pentagram City Imp City Satan (No appearance yet) Queen Bee Mammon Azmodeus Leviathan (No appearance yet) Moxxie Millie Luna Cherubs Dhorks Stolas Stella Octavia Fizzaroli Striker Crimson Adam Lilith Eve Roo (No appearance yet) Lute Happy Hazbin Hotel Razzle, Dazzle, Kiki Carmilla Carmine Odette and Clara Cannibal Town Rosie Vox Valentino Velvette

Welp. That's everything. I'll be taking any feedback

[pardi-real]

Main Story Ep. 2 / Part 1 / Chapter 6 - The Butler's Secret

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[Devil's Palace, Your Room]

Knock, knock

Muu: "Oh? Someone's here."

> "Come in, please"

Click

Berrien: "Excuse me, my lord. As I mentioned earlier, thank you for your meeting with the nobles. Please, take some time to rest. Here is a milk tea made with Assam tea leaves, and a raspberry muffin."

> "Thank you" > "Looks delicious"

Berrien: "It seems to be Lono's latest sweets creation."

Muu: "Looks very delicious...!"

Berrien: "I actually tasted the prototype the other day... It was very tasty."

> "I can't wait to try it!"

After that, I enjoyed a leisurely cup of tea and a raspberry muffin.

Berrien: "How was it?"

> "It was delectable!" > "It was great!"

Berrien: "Fufu... ♪ I'll let Lono know. I'm sure he'll be very pleased. I'll ask him to prepare one for Muu, too."

Muu: "Yay! I'm looking forward to it!"

Berrien: "Anyway… My apologies for being so busy lately... and for having you attend many meetings with the nobles…"

> "It's perfectly fine"

Berrien: "Since the appearance of the intelligent angel... The nobles seem to be in turmoil."

> "You're right…" > "Everyone's in a panic"

Berrien: "Um... I'm going to change the subject a little bit... I have something to tell you, my lord."

> "Hm? About what?" > "You need to tell me something?"

Berrien: "I'm sorry... Muu. Can I have a moment alone with the lord?"

Muu: "Huh? Y-yes!  Yes, sir!  Excuse me, My Lord."

> "Okay"

Click

Berrien: "Well…"

> "So, what's up?"

Berrien: "It's about Bastien the other day. When he's about to be swallowed up by the devil he's contracted to, the lord helped him out."

> "I'm not sure how that happened, though…"

Berrien: "Um… Do you know the requirements to become a devil butler…?"

> "Only somewhat…"

Berrien: "I thought so.... May I explain again so that there are no misunderstandings?"

> "S-sure…"

Berrien: "The condition that makes us a devil butler, is that we have experienced despair."

> "Despair…"

Berrien: "That means… Each of us has experienced some kind of despair.

It requires a lot of mental strength to harbor a devil in one's body.  If an ordinary person makes a contract with the devil, their heart won't be able to endure it. Soon they will be swallowed by the demonic gear and die.

But the butlers here.... They have all experienced despair. They have a heart that can withstand a contract with the devil."

> "Each one of you is strong"

Berrien: "I appreciate you saying so. But like what happened with Bastien last time, that strength is more fragile than you might think. No matter how hard and strong they are... It just takes a crack and it'll break easily. I feel there is always such a danger."

> "Have you ever been in despair, Berrien?"

Berrien: "W-well... Yes... I have. It was… a long time ago...  I don't remember what I despaired about."

> "I-I see…"

Berrien: "...... ……M-my apologies for making the atmosphere gloomy…"

> "It's totally fine" > "I'm sorry too"

Berrien: "It's not a very cheerful story. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but if I just ignore this matter without saying anything... I thought it would be rude to the lord…"

> "Thank you, Berrien" > "I'm glad you spoke up"

Berrien: "No, no… Thank you for everything you do for us too. I can't thank you enough, my lord. Well then, I'd better be going now. I feel bad to keep Muu waiting for a long time."

> "Okay"

After saying that, Berrien left the room. The Devil Butler's past…  I wonder what kind of despair lies behind their usually cheerful and gentle demeanor.

Even just a little, I want to support them in their fight against the angels, despite their painful past.

I thought about that in the room after Berrien left.

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[wellthebardsdead]

Raphael: *cornering Clow in the devils den, mask cracking as he loses his patience with the drow* How do you continue to deny me when you’ve no hope of surviving what’s to come without my help?…

Clow: I’ve lived my entire life without hope… why would I bother starting now when I can live in every moment I’m given? And for every moment I can give? Why should I give up when it’s hopeless if I can still fight back?

Raphael: *grits his teeth not understanding how he can live with such a contradicting existence* That certainly sounds a lot like hope to me…

Clow: then how miserable your hypocritical self must be… to hate hope so much that you weaponise it to further your own gain, in the hopes your plans will come to fruition.

Raphael: I am not Hoping they’ll come to fruition im certain they will.

Clow: if you’re so certain, then why are you so upset at my refusal?…

Raphael: *at a rare loss for words as his tongue ties itself in knots trying to think of a retort not laden with further contradiction*

Clow: *literally backed against a wall by the devil, smiling up at him seeing he’s gotten under his skin and backed him into a metaphorical one* hope… hm… such a tease. *leans up kissing his cheek before swanning past him and signing the contract further confusing the devil* Hammer please.

Raphael: I-… *realising while he’s been playing metaphorical lanceboard with infernal rules for his plan, Clow already had him lined up for calimshan checkmate with his own* What, are you up to?…

Clow: does it matter?

Raphael: *visibly amused and curious by his response as he summons the hammer and hands it over* I suppose we shall see, if it does matter…

Clow: I can, only hope, it will… *walks out of the room as the door unlocks finally letting him rejoin his friends outside*

Gale: what happened in there?!

Wyll: did he hurt you?! What did he want?

Clow: I’ll explain everything at camp. *smiles at them, locking eyes with gale for a moment before looking at the orb* … I just hope I made the right choice… *walks off ahead to meet Voss downstairs with lae’zel*

“calimshan fell because the nobility got cocky, apply pressure on the king to obtain victory for your own. No matter how many pawns are sacrificed in the act… the pressure has been applied… I hope, my sacrifice isn’t in vain…”

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Pt. 20.5

[Cannon's Core - Space Colony ARK]

[Orginazation XIII - Yoko Shimomura]

Duo : Xigbar!

Xigbar : Hm?

Lain : Duo!

Xigbar : Well now, congratulations on reaching here. I'm impressed that you actually made it this far. Your girl is on the Altar.

Duo : Xigbar! Tell me this! Answer my questions! Why is the Ohkuboverse doing this to Real World AU?

Xigbar : Let me tell something, robot geek. The Ohkuboverse that fans call it, is all just an illusion, there's no such thing as madness, or perhaps that word Madness kept saying it, would be a reference to the 2006 War movie 300, Madness was originated from a place called Greeks. To think that the evil forces from Soul World were all a complete a diversion for the galactic conquest of Demon Vibe's dream. Soul World created by Shinra, Death putting the blame on witchkind, protecting innocence from the evil forces, all of those were a complete setup by their author. The author of their world was only playing Japan with weirdness and stupidity, he made up the ohkuboverse so that he would impress Japan, Fullmetal Alchemist's author, and the world itself. The lies that Shinra Kusakabe given to Maka and the heroes of Soul World had been under the influence of him, his son was using them to exterminate Ashley's people in response of annhilating all factions around the real world and monopolizing political power!

Duo : That's what Shinra Kusakabe came up with? So the witches from Soul World were being used by the heartless as a scapegoat!? And the Meisters...?

Xigbar : That's right, hombre! Maka, the meisters, the weapons of DWMA their selves, they have all been pawns to the Devil himself, Shinra. He fooled the whole world just to get the heartless's attention so that Demon Vibe would never suspected his "real" intentions of destroying Real World AU. Can't say, they all thought Shinra's grandson, Asura, the was the destruction, and I realized that he created a heartless of himself just to fool Maka, the real Asura Kusakabe was betrayed by his own son, by getting killed by the hands of Necrodeus' minions in order to prevent the Heartless beings getting their hands on destroying the legacy.

Duo : Heh. I guess that Maka Albarn person was never involved of protecting the legacy, so I guess that means Kimial Diehl was in undercover to expose the dark truth of Soul Eater. So the reason that she never knew about her ancestor, Inca, because she did knew about Inca, she's the relative of that woman who was executed by the Time Eater in the Ohkuboverse 1000 years ago. That's just playing kooky crazy!

Xigbar : Kooky crazy it is! But far from it.

*flashback*

[Hidden Memories - Yutaka Minobe]

Xigbar : When Truth from FMA heard the whole thing from Shinra Kusakabe, Truth figured it out that Maka Albarn has been a fool to Shinra's Influecne, the same influence that kept spreading even further, unfortunately for the Gorgon Sister, the Gorgon Witch Trio grew and grew more Jealously over the Shinra himself, so they made a deal with the heartless to create doppelgangers from their hearts in order to overthrow the Kusakabe Legacy before they were double crossed and imprisoned in the coffins for more than 800 years, that's what led Kimial and the witches to become detectives influenced by Truth itself. Kimial's descent into Meisterhood was not the witches' very own hot cup of tea and was contracted with the powers of Shattered Resonance, the power gifted from her own ancestor.

*flashback ends*

Duo : So the reason why witches from Soul Eater were involved, because the Gorgon Witch Sisters grew jealousy over the years, they revealed that Inca nearly betrayed her humanity just for Darkness, for Demon Vibe as well?!

Lain : Now I understand why Soul Eater exists, the ruler of Shadow Realm has been watching over Real World AU for a long period time after his defeat by Angel Vibe, he wanted that dream so that he could become the ruler of the Galaxy, but Angel Vibe foiled his plans before it was turned into a rocky heart-shaped satellite.

Duo : ...Kingdom Hearts.

Xigbar : So now you know. DWMA's goal don't involve the morals of Shinra, the DWMA involves of winning wars against the heartless! That is the reason for Soul Eater's existence! But enough is enough, time for us to cut the chatter! First thing's first, I will give the challenge in order to save Lain Iwakura. I have found out that another Heartless Doppelganger has taken form of a giant lizard that tried to destroy the planet during the Space Colony ARK incident. This is the exact for Gerald's madness! Come on out! Big Brother of the Edgelord, the Biolizard!

*BIOLIZARD ROAR*

*DBZ SFX : Wall Hit/Crash*

Duo : NGH! Hmph! Wha-!? This is the Big Brother?

[Supporting Me (Biolizard Theme) - Fumie Kumatani & Heigo Tani]

"BIOLIZARD : PROTOTYPE OF THE ULTIMATE LIFE"

Xigbar : This would be prove entertaining. You'll watch your husband fighting a giant lizard like that, he'll be packing up a punch!

(Battle Begins)

Duo : This thing has the power to be that strong? So this is what the Robotnik's kept hiding the truth, must've been one of the ARK'S dark secrets to Mobius. I'm gonna be lizard food if that thing tries to eat to me from the mouth! But how on earth am I going to stop this creature from chasing me? *DING!* That's it! It's life support system on it's back! I'll just grind on the pipe from it's mouth and hit the life support system in the center! That's good idea! (Grinds on the pipe to attack the Life Support)

*RUMBLING+BIOLIZARD ROARS IN PAIN*

Lain : It's working! That should be the only weakness! Try to stay and fight and be careful! You never mess a man that is strong as a consort!

Xigbar : Heh! Typical! Only the Ultimate Life Form could defeat his brother twice after the incident, but how in the world is he that quick! There's no way an individual could go against a giant lizard like that in one fight!

Lain : Because, I called him a consort and he is the one that saved my life!

Duo : Right! That's what I heard from a girl wired girl like you. [avoids the Biolizard's energy sphere attacks by dodging up and down] Ha! Not even those attacks could stand against me!

Lain : Watch out from the sphere attacks!

Duo : Don't worry! I got this!

Xigbar : Impressive! This Gundam dude has some moves! Unbelievable! He's even way incredible then the Biolizard himself!

Duo : Now's my chance to attack him now! [grinds on the pipe and attacks the Life support system]

*BIOLIZARD ROARS IN PAIN*

Duo : Bitchin'! How do you like that!?

(during mid-battle)

Duo : Ha! He's almost weaking. His health bar will be reaching to ready any moment.

Xigbar : You might be the first human to battle the big brother, but can big brother do this?

*RUMBLING+PERFECT CHAOS ROAR*

Duo : What!? It can use balls to attack me!?

Lain : *sweatdrop* Hope you didn't come up with that one.

Duo : I might get across on the balls to attack the life support system!

Lain : That's a good idea, he doesn't have the balls to beat you, but you do have the balls to beat that sucker down! Now let him have a good a beatdown!

Duo : Right! (attacks the life support system)

*BIOLIZARD ROARS IN PAIN*

Duo : Alright! The health bar is reaching to red]

Xigbar : Looks like we'll just have turn the tables wide.

*RUMBLING+PERFECT CHAOS ROAR*

Duo : Woah, woah, woah, woah!

Lain : Yaaaaah!

Duo : He's shifting Zero Gravity! Now this is my last chance to defeat him, but I gotta make sure that I won't get hit by the balls! Prepare for another defeat, giant lizard horror of science! Time to make you go out of the ballpark! HAAAAAAAAH! (attacks the life support system one last time)

*RUMBLING+BIOLIZARD ROARS IN PAIN*

*DBZ SFX :Wall Hit/Crash*

Lain : Yes! We did it, Duo!

Duo : Easy as lemon pie!

Lain : Duo, say the thing. Everyone's watching you defeating the lizard.

Duo : Alright, if you say so, dear. [clears throat]

*slides*

[SA2 Clear Jingle - Jun Senoue]

Duo : Get out, you ugly prototype!

Shadow : But...But that's my line.

~ 100th Scene : The Lizard From 50 Years ~

[votestaynight2]

12th Day - moonlight (II) (Scene 3)

"――――――――!" I breathe quietly. I push my body against the wall and watch while keeping myself hidden. …It's still too early. It'll be too reckless to charge in when I don't understand the situation yet.

And more than anything, I don't have much power. The strengthened wooden sword is my only weapon. It's foolish to confront Caster without a plan. ―――No, that's wrong. I do have another weapon.

"……No way. What am I thinking?" I can't use projection. Half my body became numb after I used it once. Archer told me that it'll end up worse if I do it again.

Using magic beyond your capabilities can destroy you. If I use projection magic in this state, it'll be natural for me to die on the spot. "――――The chance will come. For now…" I'll bide my time and wait for my chance.

"―――I see. So you killed Kirei?" Her voice only holds murderous intent. Tohsaka is glaring at the enemy with a coldness I've never seen before.

"Yes. He didn't seem like someone that would obediently hand me the Holy Grail. I also didn't want him to interrupt later on." In contrast, Caster is calm and composed. The magus in purple cheerfully admits the murder of the priest.

"――――――――" A gritting sound echoes through the temple. …He was more like a devil than a saint to me, but that priest was a fellow apprentice to Tohsaka. And he was killed. Even though he was involved and might have been prepared for it, it's not something she can take in readily.

"…I see. That's fine. Kirei should have been prepared for such a thing. But Caster. Did you check his corpse?"

Am I mistaken, or has she suppressed all her anger? Tohsaka seems like she's not angry at all. Caster evades Tohsaka's question.

"…What are you saying? Such a thing should not concern you."

"No, it doesn't. But it's not something totally unrelated to me. I just wanted to make sure, since I'll be relieved if he's really dead." "――――What does that mean, little lady?"

"It means what it means, Caster. He's not one to die so easily. I just thought he might be alive, since you didn't check the corpse."

"Damn, you're useless. If you attacked Kirei, make sure you killed him. Oh well. I have something to do now, so let's finish this quickly, Caster. We can fight freely, as there are no hostages this time."

―――A signal to start. Tohsaka or Caster… If either one of them takes a step forward, this temple will be filled with magic―――

"You talk big. Do you think you can beat me in this situation?"

"It depends on how I do it. Fortunately, it seems Saber has yet to come under your control, so the conditions are the same. And I also know about Kuzuki-Sensei. Saber was surprised, but he's no threat to Archer if he knows his attacks beforehand." Tohsaka points to Archer while staring at Caster.

"You heard it, Archer. I'll fight Caster. She might break your contract if you get too close to her." "…Hm. So I will be fighting that man? I do not mind, but―――do you know that a magus cannot beat Caster, Rin?"

"…Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything if I didn't have a chance of victory. I'll surely defeat Caster here. If I do that, Saber will be freed and Shirou can make a contract with her again, right?" ―――Tohsaka tenses for action. I feel pressure as if she's a tiger about to attack its prey.

And as if to stop her… "That is only in theory. It is difficult to defeat her here. She is a master when it comes to running away. She is a woman that will kill her own brother to escape." Archer steps in between Tohsaka and Caster.

"Archer…? What are you doing?" "――――――――" He does not answer Tohsaka. The knight in red silently confronts Caster.

I think… I saw something like this before…

"…I killed my own brother…? You talk like you know about me. Do you know my true identity?"

"I hear human-shaped creatures made of dragon's teeth are magic used by the king of Colchis. I hear that his daughter, Medea, was famed as an excellent witch." ――――The air freezes. Caster's composure disappears and enmity like fire is directed at Archer.

"―――I see. Then you should know which one of us is at an advantage now, right?" "――――――――" Archer does not answer. His expression is like stone, as if accepting everything that is happening.

"Resistance is futile, Archer. You won't be able to take back Saber no matter who you may be. She still has a will to resist me, but that should not last for another day. And―――I can make her into my puppet now if I use my Command Spell."

"――――――――" I barely stop myself from moving. …Not yet. Even if that's true, now's not the time. If I want to save Saber, I can't jump out now――――

"―――Heh. Saber should be able to stand it even if you use the Command Spell. I don't know if it'll be a minute or two. But we should be able to beat you in that time."

"Yes, you are right. You look like you have some plan. But Archer, do you really think so? Do you think you can defeat me here like that girl thinks?"

Caster and Tohsaka are glaring at each other. Standing in between them…

"That is impossible. Even if we attack you, all we would manage is to take half your powers at most. What awaits us after that is a disadvantageous situation where we would be fighting both you and Saber." …Archer does not meet his Master's expectations.

"Archer, that's…" "You should know, Rin. We cannot win if that happens. Saber's abilities were restricted because of her incomplete Master. As she does not have that restriction anymore, she is the strongest Servant now. Only Berserker should be able to match her."

He speaks plainly. Tohsaka stares at Archer in astonishment, and even Caster is bewildered by the sensible enemy.

But it's different for me. I've experienced something like this before.

"――――Could he…?" I get a bad feeling. Back at the Ryudou Temple… When Caster proposed that he join her, what did he say back to her when he refused?

"――――Don't." I murmur without realizing. Don't do it. It's not because the situation will get worse. You're Tohsaka's partner. So don't do it. If you do such a thing―――I don't know what kind of an expression she'll make.

Archer steps forward. He is empty-handed as usual. He steps forward without enmity or intent to kill.

"―――Don't curse me, kid. There's nothing else I can do in a situation like this, right?"

He looks and smiles at me as if he knew I was watching this whole time――――

"Well, Caster. Let me ask you. Do you have room for one more Servant?" "Archer, you…!"

"Fu――――Fufu, ahaha, ahahahahahahaha!" Caster laughs out loud while Archer stands tall before her. And Tohsaka…

…Takes this in with an expression I have never seen her wear. ―――She does not look away. She should break down at a time like this, but she keeps a straight face and endures it, gritting her teeth.

"Of course. I have enough capacity to accept all the Servants. You know where I get my magical energy, right?"

Magical energy that allows her to maintain seven Servants. It is the lives of the people in this town.

"Then this should be easy. I shall accept that earlier offer you made, Caster." He holds out his hand to Caster in spite of that.

"――――――――" I feel like I'll go crazy. ―――I can't forgive him. For betraying Tohsaka. And for approving of Caster and joining Caster's side.

―――A hero. For this hero, who embodies Emiya Shirou's ideals, to do such a thing――――

"Even though you refused back then? You are pretty unfaithful."

"The situation has changed. If Saber is on your side now, you are likely to win the Holy Grail War. It is natural to want to be on the winning side, right?"

Archer walks towards Caster defenselessly. That means he's abandoning Tohsaka. Tohsaka does not stop him and stares at her enemy.

"――――――――" I know that figure. The red classroom. She tried to hide her trembling legs and act like the same old Tohsaka Rin, even with the collapsed students in front of her.

…That's her strength and weakness. She tries to act firm in any situation, so everybody around her gets the wrong idea that she's a strong person――――

"Use your contract breaker. Rin still has her Command Spell. I might attack you if you don't hurry."

His tone doesn't change. He betrayed Tohsaka in front of her, but he's still acting normally. She must be on guard against such a guy. Caster takes out the distorted dagger, but she does not pierce Archer with it.

"What? You'll obtain a loyal subordinate without trouble. Why do you need to hesitate?" "…Really? I do not trust betrayers. If your words are correct, then shouldn't Saber be enough for me?"

"You don't trust betrayers, huh? I certainly might betray you. I am going to your side for my own benefit. I did not approve of you as my master. But―――"

"The Command Spell is there to punish the betrayer, right? …All right. I shall prove to the world that I am great enough to take you in. I am interested in your Noble Phantasm, so I will follow your plan."

Caster raises her arm. The dagger to eliminate the contract pierces Archer's chest.

"――――!" Tohsaka makes a pained face. It must be the reaction of having her contract broken by force. But this isn't the time to be hesitating. This has become the worst possible situation.

Tohsaka watches Caster and slowly retreats. …Tohsaka's calm. She knows it'd do no good to fight them now. If she wants to keep on fighting, she has to retreat for the moment.

"――――――――" But there are six meters between Tohsaka and the stairs. Is it possible for her to run that distance safely?

―――Impossible. It's apparent, watching the scene from above. Kuzuki, who has been silent up to now, is on guard against Tohsaka. If she turns and runs full-speed, would she be able to reach the stairs and get to the exit before Kuzuki catches up to her?

Tohsaka sighs while looking at them. Her face… "Heh―――that's impossible." …Seems to say so.

"――――――――" She'll die. She'll be killed. If I try to help her, I will also die.

The area below me is a land of death. There is a Master called Kuzuki along with two enemy Servants. There's no way I'd get out of there alive.

"――――――――" My throat is dry. My fingers are tense from nervousness. Zero or one? Even before I can think… Tohsaka moves.

She starts for the stairs without any warning. Behind her… A tall lean figure catches up to her so quickly that Tohsaka appears to be standing still.

Kuzuki's fist should hit her in the back of the head. He was able to hurt Saber through her armor. It should be easy for him to break a human skull. "――――――――" ―――I can't save her. I can't save her by myself. I can't save her with this wooden sword.

…I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out――――!

[saorikuhara39]

Jul 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor SPECIAL FEATURE Q&A - Desire

Jul 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor (On sale during May 2021) Ask, And It Shall Be Given You: Is Desire, a Sin? SPECIAL FEATURE Q&A

INTRODUCTION

What the devil recites, lures out the forbidden 'desire' hidden within themselves.

The desires hidden in our hearts - from the trivial things in our daily lives to the sinful things we crave in our struggles - are something that all people have. In this month's special feature, we focus on the 'desires' of the boys.

SPECIAL INTERVIEW WITH DEMONS

The question posed to the demon brothers who rule the famous Seven Deadly Sins: "Is Desire a Sin?" We asked them to delve into their 'desire' from their unique perspective as demons.

①Please answer the following question with regards to the theme: "Is Desire a Sin?" [欲は、罪か？]

(欲 means desire, greed. The translation will use both words depending on context.) MAMMON: Huh? What nonsense are ya talkin' about? What's the point of living if ya don't have greed?

BELPHEGOR: Well, that's not a question you would ask a demon.

BEELZEBUB: Appetite is most important.

BELPHEGOR: Okay, we know that already... whoa, you're dropping cookie crumbs.

BEELZEBUB: Sorry, Belphie. *munch* *munch*

LUCIFER: Demons, angels, and humans should all have some desire. It's a sin to be greedy like Mammon, though.

MAMMON: What are ya talkin'? When did I ever give in to my greed?

LUCIFER: You mean to say, that stack of bills on my desk is just an illusion?

MAMMON: Huh? What do ya mean? I ain't got a clue.

LUCIFER: I'll leave you with a choice, just for you - Be hung or be buried?

MAMMON: EEEK!

BELPHEGOR: It indeed is a sin to be greedy like Mammon.

BEELZEBUB: In other words, appetite is important. *munch* *munch*

②Some people in the human world believe that giving up their desire will make them happier, but what do you demons think about that?

LUCIFER: It depends on what kind of desire it is. If it is out of control beyond reason, it may be happier to let it go.

BELPHEGOR: You know that, Mammon.

MAMMON: I've got it under control. It's Beel who's not in control. He's always eating whatever he wants.

BEELZEBUB: It’s natural to eat when you are hungry.

MAMMON: What's more, desire is what life is all about, isn't it? It's really weird for them to be saying things like "If you let go of desire, you'll be happier..."!

LUCIFER: No matter the species, desire has no limits. But humans don't seem to be as faithful to their desires as demons. And hence we suffer.

BEELZEBUB: Does that mean I have to hold back when food is right in front of me? That's a very hard thing to do.

BELPHEGOR: If it makes you happier to eat, you don't have to hold back. It's okay to have those desires that lead to happiness.

LUCIFER: Desire can be a way of life. As Belphie says, I'd rather have that kind of desire.

MAMMON: That's what I mean! Let there be desire! Even for fellow humans!

LUCIFER: Did you listen to a word I said?

③Can you tell us about an occasion when you felt that the desire within the brothers was well demonstrated?

MAMMON: Lucifer is always the prideful one! He cancelled my dear Goldie, hid her and froze her...

BEELZEBUB: And so is Mammon, always as greedy as he can be. Yesterday, he was caught by a lower level demon.

MAMMON: Oh, that, anyway, there's Levi when he lost a game! He kept mumbling something about how it's unfair, and then he won't let us go back to our rooms until he won!

BEELZEBUB: Right. Then Asmo is... taking selfies everything time. Always says this, "Everyone is waiting for my exclusive shots ♡".

MAMMON: And then there's Satan. You know, when Beel emptied the fridge in the middle of the night. That was the one time where all the preparations for breakfast went out the window. He destroyed the whole kitchen in the heat of the moment... We ended up missing breakfast, and everything's a mess.

BEELZEBUB: That happens, too.

MAMMON: It ain't the norm!

LUCIFER: Belphie is demonstrating it now.

MAMMON: Hm?

BEELZEBUB: Oh?

BELPHEGOR: Zzz...

LUCIFER: We're in the middle of an interview and yet... He's indeed the Avatar of Sloth.

④Do you have a brother, a demon, or an angel that you feel is stronger in desire than you are?

BELPHEGOR: Fwaah... Mm... Wouldn't that be Solomon? I'm sure he's got his eye on making a pact with Lucifer.

MAMMON: That's about right. What do you think, dear Brother?

LUCIFER: It's annoying when he flicks the contract around whenever we meet.

BEELZEBUB: There was a time when he tried to sneak a contract into the Executive Office's documents and inadvertently made him sign it.

LUCIFER: What a fool.

MAMMON: Speaking of desire, do ya think that Luke's inquisitiveness about baking sweets is similar?

BELPHEGOR: Certainly. Even though he doesn't seem to like it, he's asking Satan to teach him the recommended recipe books in the Devildom, and he's asking Barbatos to share some novel ingredients with him.

BEELZEBUB: Luke's sweets are especially delicious. Those are the fruits of his hard work.

MAMMON: Yikes, desire is within these bunch of guys after all!

⑤Please give a message to the fans in the human world who are unable to let go of their desire.

BEELZEBUB: As Belphie mentioned, I think it's okay to have some desire that leads to happiness. Don't think too much about it, and just get along with your desires.

BELPHEGOR: That's right. I should continue my nap from now on because I want to. Fwahh...

MAMMON: Hey, there's still a bit more to go, keep yourself awake.

BELPHEGOR: Mmm...

MAMMON: As they say, desire is exactly the nature of beings. From now on there's no such thing as "If you let go of desire, you'll be happier"! The Great Mammon ain't acknowledging such things! How 'bout ya support me more and more with your moolah? Muahahaha!

LUCIFER: Desire can be both a poison and a medicine. It's just a matter of degree. Don't get swept away by your own desire like some idiot over there.

[foxalone]

*rika is up to something big the little demon sans girl skeleton child also she may be all sweet and innoccent around jasar but the others know but jasar likes rika alot also she likes the same things a little bit like he does also she loves pranking and scaring the others when jasar isn't in the house*

rika: I'm bored jasar also when you gonna form a contract with me so I can be at your every command also its a blood pact we need to form so I don't make you and your friends a target for my job my boss makes me reap unlucky people who are to die.. also some people higher me to kill too I hate it so much once you become my boss i wouldn't kill or hurt any one ever again also I love pulling pranks on people not kill them also I like turning people and monsters into things too on my pranks they don't call me by my nick name rika the loki princess for nothing. *her black and red devil imp tail sways like a cats tail also she sits in jasar's lap* also it be nice to be a normal child for once and have you as my parent jasar since we bonded strong..

Jasar: I'm sorry girl but I don't like to make promises or deals with anyone , but i don't see anything weird about being your father i guess *gives her a gentle pats on the head*

*Gim watches the scene being completely jealous

Nor: Um... Gim? are you angry?

Gim: 💢 No, what made you think that?...

Nor: hm...

Yosa: GIM LET GO OF MY F*CKING ARM AT THIS RATE YOU'RE GOING TO FRACTURE IT!!! >:"v

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Twenty Six - An Antique Painting

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Fennesz:

 “Apparently, it was drawn several thousand years ago.”

Muu:

 “Several thousand?! It’s that old?!”

Fennesz:

 “The people of that era lived in fear of Angels.”

Fennesz:

 “Back then, they fought Angels without the help of Wizard’s Robes...”

Fennesz:

 “I wonder how many died just to defeat one single Angel.”

Muu:

 “I see...”

Fennesz:

 “I do wish Angels would hurry up and leave us alone...”

Fennesz:

 “I truly hate fighting.”

Choices:

“There’s nothing better than peace.”

“I hope they leave soon.”

Fennesz:

 “Ah, I’m sorry! I was being presumptuous. I shouldn’t have spoken about my feelings with you, Master.”

Muu:

  “You really know a lot, Mr. Fennesz!”

Fennesz:

 “I don’t know that much. I’m nothing special.”

Fennesz:

 “And I’m not as physically strong as Haures and the others...”

Fennesz:

 “So I thought I may as well strengthen my knowledge.”

Fennesz:

 “The demon I made a contract with, Phenex... Thanks to his power, I can memorise a book just by reading it once.”

Choices:

“Exams would be a breeze!”

“I’m jealous...”

Fennesz:

 “Well... It doesn’t help much when it comes to Hunting Angels...”

Fennesz:

 “So I’m trying to train my body more too.”

Fennesz:

 “I could be the smartest person on earth but that wouldn’t help with the Angel Hunt...”

Muu:

 “You say that but you already look very well-built.”

Fennesz:

 “D-do I?”

Fennesz:

 “But I don’t compare... I have absolutely nothing on Haures.”

Muu:

 “Really~? Mr. Haures sounds super strong!”

Fennesz:

 “Haures works much harder than me. He always has.”

Fennesz:

 “There’s no way I’d ever be able to catch up to him...”

Fennesz:

 “Maybe I’m a bit too preoccupied with becoming like him...”

Muu:

 “Hmm... I’m not sure?”

Fennesz:

 “I don’t have any self-confidence at all...”

Muu:

 “Mr. Fennesz...”

Fennesz:

 “I apologise, Master. I spoke of nothing but myself...”

Choices:

“I don’t mind..”

“Don’t apologise.”

Fennesz:

 “Th-thank you.”

Muu:

 “By the way, Mr. Fennesz. Do you spend a lot of time with Mr. Haures?”

Fennesz:

 “We both live on the second floor... We always seem to be crossing paths.”

Muu:

 “He really is a reliable leader, isn’t he?”

Fennesz:

 “Yes, I suppose you’re right...”

Muu:

 “Hm? Did I say something wrong?”

Fennesz:

 “He’s definitely reliable. And talented.”

Fennesz:

 “But sometimes he’s too harsh. Not just on others but on himself too. He pushes everyone into corners.”

Fennesz:

 “I’m pretty good at making sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

Fennesz:

 “Perfectionists are strong but they’re not invincible. They can be frail at times.”

Muu:

 “Hmm~.”

Fennesz:

 “And he’s actually rather sloppy with anything that isn’t his job.”

Muu:

 “R-really?! Mr. Haures is?!”

Fennesz:

 “I was cleaning his bed a while ago and I found a bone-dry floral decoration.”

Fennesz:

 “Apparently a young child had given it to him while he was in town.”

Fennesz:

 “He didn’t want to throw it away so he just left it on his bed.”

Choices:

“That’s funny.”

“He’s so kind.”

Fennesz:

 “And he’s terrible at cooking and doing laundry too.”

Muu:

 “I-I’m surprised. I thought he had it together more than anyone.”

Fennesz:

 “I have no clue how he survived before he came to the mansion...”

step step step

Haures:

 “Phew... Thanks for that, Fennesz. I’ve rested enough now.”

Muu:

 “Oh! Speak of the Devil!”

Haures:

 “You were talking about me?”

Fennesz:

 “Yes, I was spreading some nasty rumours about you.”

Haures:

 “Na-nasty rumours?! Is he being serious, Master?”

Choices:

“It was nothing that bad.”

“I think they were lovely rumours.”

Fennesz:

 “I’m just joking.”

Haures:

 “You’re not funny, Fennesz...”

clatter

Man’s Voice:

 “Oi!! What are you doing?!”

Haures:

 “Wh-what’s going on?”

[algernoninwonderland]

Can I ask you to make a guide about writing Akumatized Marinette fics in such a way that still keep all characters in-character?

I’ll do you one better!

Here’s My Five-Step Program on How To Write Akumatised Characters!

Feel free to use it however you like!

1.  Have a clear idea of who your character is, what their drives and dislikes are, before you get around to akumatising them

For instance, Nino wants to have fun and to make his friends happy but hates being told what to do by authority figures. Mlle Mendeleiev wants to be regarded as a big deal in the scientific world and hates being ridiculed.

Though some of these drives and dislikes can be really ridiculous when it comes to some of these akumatised characters and can have little to no emotional weight because some episodes are comedy-oriented (M. Ramier likes feeding his pigeons, he doesn’t like being told that he can’t feed his pigeons, this is stupid but also funny) or just poorly written. Still, they all seem to follow that same basic formula.

2. Understand how we get to the akumatisation proper, or, what happens before the transformation

The characters about to be akumatised are being pushed to their limits. Why? It depends on the episode, but it’s usually a case of “the character can’t have it their way because of [reason] and that makes them angry”. What are they angry at? There’s no fixed rule here. Depends on the circumstances of the episode. They’re caught in a situation with an outcome that leaves them emotionally unstable and angry, is the point.

Watch Utena. Just watch it. It’s (maybe) the best anime ever. And Miraculous uses the basic mechanics of the Black Rose Saga without understanding what made it good in the first place. Without spoiling too much about that part of the anime, secondary characters with issues hinted at in the first arc come to the forefront of the show for one episode each, during which they are being pushed to their limits. They have a moment of Regressive Therapy with the arc’s antagonist who makes them expose their buried negative feelings and weaponises them to turn each of these characters into the “villain” of the week, if you will. In Utena, these characters, their desires, their fears, gives us a different perspective on the storyworld, the plot and the characters we’ve spent the most time with until then. It’s so good. Just watch Utena.

Anyway, Hawk Moth is a kind of devil figure there (all of this is very Faustian) using the moments of emotional vulnerability in these characters to trick them into striking a deal with him.  He offers them the power to act on these negative feelings, and they must do his bidding in return (he can exert some control over them if this deal is agreed upon but that’s really murky).

Note that these soon-to-be-akumatised characters are not in the right mindset to fully realise what it is they’re getting into, unless they are Truly Evil. Hawk Moth is the one in control there, he is calm and manipulative, he is the one to define the terms of the contract, if you will. This makes me reluctant to call the great majority of the akumatised characters villains (but that doesn’t stop the show from treating them as such). They are blinded by their anger, and not in a position to bargain.

3. Understand what being akumatised is and what it does

“Hello, [villain name], I’m Hawk Moth. Are you sick of piles of owls constantly blocking your driveway?! Well then you gotta get Owl Trowel!  Things are pretty unfair, aren’t they? I understand. I will give you the power to do [whatever], in exchange, you must give me the Miraculouses” Hawk Moth, in every episode.

Being akumatised is a twisted, dramatic expression of these negative emotions and frustrated desires, with an awful colour palette and character designs that range from “pretty good!” to “no.”

Now watch the original Sailor Moon anime. Some of the people working on it later moved on to make Utena. It’s mostly a very good show, and one Miraculous draws from a lot. It blends what was the norm in the magical girl genre until then (shows centred around femininity and growing up) with tokusatsu-type monster-of-the-week stuff. Notably, some of the villains of the week in the early seasons were humans whose desires and frustrations were used by the Dark Kingdom (the Big Bad) to turn them into monsters. The Sailor Guardians (our heroines) had to fight and heal them from that evil corruption.

Being akumatised is a physical transformation and a mental transformation as well, characters who wouldn’t hurt a fly as their regular civilian selves become unhinged and violent and drunk with power. This isn’t them anymore, not entirely. Does that mean an akumatised character’s actions are entirely divorced from what their regular selves think and feel? Not entirely. Alya really wants to know who Ladybug is, Ivan really wishes people would stop picking on him, Aurore really thinks she deserved that victory. Being akumatised means taking these feelings to the extreme and manifesting them physically while attaching them to an item the character has been shown to carry earlier on. Maybe that item is the cause of what upset the akumatised character in the first place, and turning that into a weapon… Sometimes. Maybe it’s something else. The show isn’t very consistent in that regard. You figure it out yourself.

Hawk Moth brings out the worse in these characters and then some, using his magic. He exerts some degree of control over his akumatised pawns though how much is unclear, and I think that’s a deliberate choice from the creative team. In this case, I think the ambiguity makes things more interesting than “bad man entirely controls people who are only puppets with no will of their own whatsoever”.

4. And Now How Would Other Characters React?

When akumatised characters have vengeance in their mind, they go after the person they think is responsible for whatever went wrong. Unlike our heroes and HM, they aren’t concerned with being secretive about who they are, since they are overconfident in their new powers.

The most common reaction to akumatised villains attacking Paris is: “running away and screaming and trying to get somewhere safer”.

How would individual characters react to an akuma attack? How involved were they with the person that got akumatised? Did they play a role in making that person upset? Did they suspect the person had these kinds of feelings before, or is it a complete surprise? What does it tell us about the relationship between the akumatised character and the non-akumatised character reacting to them? Find answers to these questions and you’ve got it all figured out. Refer to the show itself regarding characterisation, it may not be always consistent so pick what you like best, what would be the most interesting.

5. Now That You’ve Got It All Figured Out, Plan and Write the Damn Thing.

Only you can tell the story you want to tell the way you can tell it, so do it, rework it, show it to your friends and rewrite it again until you’re somewhat satisfied.

And voilà! Hope this was somewhat helpful!

[local-ground-apple]

Azul -  I don’t play the game

I literally had it written for months now and low-key want to do more parts

i wouldn’t say it’s necessarily yanderish, yet just in case i’m tagging this like this

Up and down a lot, I can’t control myself One thing is for sure I don’t play the game

,,I can make any dream of yours come true. Of course, you will have to pay the sufficient price in return. Now…”

Azul eyed your determined form who refused to sit down and continued to stand right before his desk. Oh, how your hands were curled into fists, your rosy lips formed in thin line, your eyes looking at everyone but never stopping on his form.

You truly were the poor, unfortunate soul.

And Azul finally had the chance to get you to sign his contract.

Being the first magicless human from a different world, his attention rested on you from the very start your feet crossed the school’s entrance. After weeks of subtle suggestions, seemingly not-binding invitations to Mostro Lounge, brushing his fingers innocently over your hand as if he was trying to seduce you into golden contract, his patience was slowly beginning to fade.

Oh, how deeply he wanted you to sign your fate, just so greedy octopus could have you all to himself.

His lips curled into delicate smirk an the mere thought that you came here willingly, even passing through twins who tried to politely and not subtly shove you from the door to his office, as Azul was having a customer. He was almost impressed as you bursted through the door, not caring about other unfortunate soul made your way to his desk slamming the paper on his desk and demanding a contract.

It was almost cute how you thought you could present your own demands or thought you could have the upper hand.

How amusing.

But one glance in your eyes, made Azul realize that you were fully aware that you were about to willingly handle your soul to a devil himself. He frowned a bit, gesturing twins with a wave of his gloved-hand to excuse the client from the room.

,,What is your wish, Y/N?”

His sultry voice resonated through the room cutting the silence as soon as the door closed behind Floyd.

,,It’s written there”

You said glancing at the paper laying right before Azul who didn’t even bother to spare a glimpse on it. He leaned forward, cutting the distance of the desk between you two, almost making you slightly uncomfortable. He merely chuckled, his eyes carefully scanning your figure. 

,,I would prefer to hear it from you, so what do you want?”

,,I want Jade”

With those three words you had managed to break the collected and calculative façade of businessman he was maintaining in front of you

You had enough.

Enough of his sugar-coated words trying to lull you into contract, twins lurking whenever you went out, Azul’s gloved-hands which grazed your fingers more possessively each time and you were sick of openly shady invitations.

Enough of unfortunate situations you recently have been encountering and yellow eyes following you everywhere you went. You knew it was a perfectly staged play in which Azul made both of you main characters.

You simply feared how the closing act would end for you, so you decided to make the first move towards your doom.

“I don’t play a game”

You could sense that the whole game, Azul craftily prepared for his own amusement, was slowly heading towards the end. The suffocating grip of his tentacles was gradually tightening around your throat and you knew you were running out of time.

Crowley seemed nowhere near finding your way home and you were on your own to attempt to outsmart the greedy octopus.

You prepared your own mere version of contract knowing very well that Azul was more than ready to offer you his, which he had prepared the moment you stepped into Night Raven Academy.

You knew what Azul wanted and you were set on not giving it to him.

,,Pardon?”

Azul managed to coldly spit out through his set lips, making you feel slightly more confident seeing that you had just managed to surprise businessmen. Maybe, he wasn’t ready to handle you, as he had previously thought.

,,You heard me well. I. Want. Jade. May it be an intimidating talk from you, actual order or love potion – I’m benevolent enough to let you choose”

Your carefully chosen and prepared in advance words made Azul chuckle. His hand found his way under his chin as his elbow rested on desk. He leaned even more forward, making you take a step back, only assuring octopus that you weren’t as confident as you tried to present yourself. 

He could almost hear how fast your heart was beating, practically ready to jump out of your chest. Swift motion of his head in the direction of nearest chair invited you to take a seat. You tried to politely refuse but his cold glare combined with amused smirk plastered on his lips made you rethink your choices.

,,I insist. I think we may take our time discussing the details of the deal”

You only nodded, sitting impatiently on the chair. Crossing your legs, you began tapping nervously your fingers on your thighs. Your instincts were telling you to make a run for it, but you were smarter than that. You knew very well that even if you reached the door, behind them were twins eagerly waiting for you to shove you inside once more.

You watched his eyes carefully skipping through the contract you had prepared not omitting the fine print, taking his time. Scanning every word, looking for any loopholes or traps you could have set.

You hadn’t.

Your contract at first seemed crystal clear, impeccable, without any holes in fine print which made Azul suspicious.

For him, it seemed as if you wanted to give him the taste of his own carefully crafted contracts. It seemed so familiar, even phrasing of the words sounded as if they were brought to life with his pen. You surely must have taken your time researching on his previous deals and carefully planning every detail you wanted to be in it.

Why wasn’t he aware of how you had passed your free time?

Azul frowned, it seemed like Leech twins decided not to mention that you had been preparing a contract. He sighed deeply deciding to bring up that situation later, it wasn’t the crux of this matter anyway.

Oh, your attempt to seduce him into contract made him want you even more.

What an interesting and bold human you were walking on the thin ice which would soon crash underneath your weight.

Azul’s attention shifted from the paper to your face. You were desperately trying to maintain calmness but your nervously tapping fingers, eyes filled with worry and anticipation betrayed you.

,,Let’s hurry up and wrap it up, what do you want in return?”

You asked. Azul didn’t hesitate any second to answer your question.

,,My, my, impatient aren’t we? But as you stated in your contract, you already know what I want”

Amused smiled found his way on his lips as he leaned forward, cutting the distance between you two. His hand gripped your chin making you look straight in his eyes.

,,I want you”

He stated calmly, watching you backing away from his touch.

,,But I’m afraid your contract lacks details”

Barely audible “phff” was let out by you as almost burst into laughter. As if he was the one to talk.

,,You imply that your contracts are crystal clear and detailed?”

,,Indeed”

,,You said you want me, which actually is rather a vague statement itself. It could be interpreted on many different ways, which is why I phrased my wish exactly the same”

You stated coldly as your gaze nervously stopped on door for a brief second, as if you were debating whether you were too deep caught in handling your soul to Azul or still had a chance to escape.

,,Besides, as it is stated in contract..”

You started, shifting in your place to point exactly where you wrote certain condition you wanted point out to Azul. He observed you amused, knowing very well what you were about to say.

,,Our understanding of <wanting someone> will be exactly the same. Whatever you want from me, I want from Jade. It’s a rather logical exchange”

Azul let out a small laugh savoring whole situation. 

Oh how amusing you were.

,,My, my when did you turn into such cold woman wanting to joggle Jade’s life”

,,I learnt that from you”

,,That’s a rather bold statement, especially coming from you. Shouldn’t we ask Jade himself what he thinks of your proposition, hm? It would be quite rude of us to leave him out of it, don’t you think my dear?”

You clenched your fist at his loving nickname, deciding to ignore it. Taking a deep breath, you forced an answer, trying your best to remain calm. 

,,Did you ask me about my consent when you arranged all those misfortunes in my life just so I could end up here?”

Azul sighed, silently agreeing with you. Even though he would never feel guilty about all coincidental occurrings which you had stumbled upon, he had to admit that you were partially right.

,,Very well then, your contract unfortunately doesn’t hold any power so perhaps I could quickly prepare a version of mine?”

His sultry voice suggested as his eyes were piercing right through your silhouette. You could clearly see how they were filled with anticipation and how impatiently he was flicking his pen ready to sign your fate. You practically felt the rush of excitement run through his body which worried you.

He wasn’t supposed to react in such enthusiastic way.  

You narrowed your eyes, eyeing him suspiciously. Was he seriously going to grant your wish to have one of Leech brothers?

No, it would be too good to be true.

You expected him to be at least slightly jealous, yet he wasn’t showing any signs, as for someone who once clearly stated that he wanted just you in return, whenever he magically showed up to offer his kind help to get you out of his arranged misfortune.

Yet, here he was almost handling you Jade.

Almost. 

You must have missed something and his smile was confirming your worries.

,,Wouldn’t you prefer to sign my contract? I spent so much time on it and since you’re an honest man, I believe the contract would still hold power and validity”

You almost pouted, which was supposed to make Azul’s heart slowly melt, yet instead you earned a grin from him in return. But he knew you were far from trusting him, that’s why you wanted a contract which wasn’t made by him.

Azul supposed any start was a step towards you signing his golden contract.

You seemed rather confident. 

Confident that you could make Jade fall in love with you in the span of three days. Well, if you wanted to have your fun before signing a real, golden contract with Azul, he could as well grant you this wish. 

,,Very well then, I will sign your contract but in return I want one honest answer to my question, can you do that dear?”

When you nodded, he signed the paper in one swift movement before he fully focused on you again.

,,You don’t love Jade, then why would you set this condition?”

His question didn’t surprise you. You were more than perfectly ready for it.

,,Why not? I’m fully aware that sooner or later I will have to sign a contract with you and trust me, I’m tired of those games you put me in. If you want me, than at least I want to have some input in my doom. Besides, it’s not like you will ever know what my true feelings for Jade are”

You shrugged, spitting the answer through your gritted teeth, making Azul grin again. This was becoming even more interesting. It seemed that even you took some sort of sick pleasure from this little game of yours. 

Perhaps, you both were similar in some sense, even if you tried to deny it. 

,,I don’t plan on playing fair”

Azul stated calmly, your answer echoing in his head. You were right. You planted the doubt in his mind and seeing your small smile, he realised that was your goal from the very beginning. 

,,Neither do I”

[babygirlkiki1016]

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Chapter 1: The company

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

I pulled the rope, fastening my bag to one of the ponies. I didn't speak to anyone the next morning, besides no one was going to try to talk to me anyway. The company would only speak to their kin, and as I passed by heading to the front of the line I was given dirty looks. Except for Kili, he smiled and waved but his brother shoved his arm down, scolding him for even looking my way. I sighed and walked past some more dwarves, and each scowl gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I couldn't understand what it was, but it hurt deeply, like knives to my soul.

"Y/n." Gandalf greeted me with a smile, letting me pass by. "Once we're out of the shire, you will scout ahead and report anything back to us." He leaned down slightly, so I could only hear. "We're also making a bet on if Bilbo is coming, wish to participate?" I looked towards the rest, they all seemed to be having fun. The talk of the Hobbit showing up again brought them entertainment.

"No, we're heading into a dark path Gandalf. If I were to partake in their silly affairs I'd only ruin the fun." He groaned, standing up straight to get on his horse.

"You know, it won't hurt to have a little bit of fun. You'll be riding with Thorin, for now, being in the front will give you the advantage to take in your surroundings." He was right, in the front of the line I would be able to listen to the woods, there was something dark out there. Something will be following us, I don't know what, but whatever it is it's not good.

"Are you sure he's alright with the idea of me riding with him?" He grimaced at the question, I should have figured Thorin wasn't going to accept it.

"He's not happy, just don't antagonize him and you'll be alright." My very presence puts him on edge, speaking of the devil he came up behind me with those blue orbs piercing into mine. He didn't say a word to me, he just climbed onto his pony looking ahead. Hesitantly I go to climb on but his hand stretched out, he was waiting for me to take it.

"Hurry up we don't have all day." He growled, quickly I pulled myself on and sat in front of him. I gasped at his warmth, it felt nice with his chest against my back. "Lead." His gruff voice made me shiver, I kicked the pony lightly and she went off. We made our way down the path, passing multiple Hobbits that were nearby. One was a child, a small girl about half the size of me. She waved with a wide grin, I couldn't help but wave back eagerly. It's been a while since I've seen children, my kind barely has any men around. The cold blast killed most of our soldiers who were men, so not a lot of children are born these days. Let's just hope those reports will save my people, and we can have a fresh start with alliances. "So, does all of your kind have wings like yours?" His question surprised me, he wanted to know more about my kin? Why? Was he planning for war?

"Why do you want to know? Are you planning to kill us all already?"

"I am just curious about your race, I haven't heard much about it. From the tales my grandfather and father told me, most don't have wings unless they're born with it."

"Hm." I knew all about their race, and the fact that he wanted to know more about mine intrigued me. "Some have wings, it depends on if you have a certain gene in your blood."

"How big is your homeland?"

"It was huge, bigger than the city of Erebor. Yet where we live now, is small considering your kind took our home." I snarled, he took a deep breath, probably to calm himself. His hands then gripped my cloak, and he pulled me against his chest roughly.

"I suggest you don't annoy me, for I won't be responsible for what happens to you on this trip." He was threatening me, I bet if we were attacked he'd leave me for dead.

"And I suggest you let go of me, I won't kill you but I think you'll be fine with a few fingers missing." I turned my head to face him, he was extremely close, our noses almost touching. Reluctantly he leaned back slightly, releasing me from his hold.

"I can't wait to reclaim my homeland, then I'll have you out of my sight. I won't have to deal with your kind anymore, your murderers. I don't know what Gandalf was thinking."

"He was thinking, that your weak, too weak to take down a dragon. If you want me to help you, I recommend you be friendly for I can easily leave you behind. I'll find a way into that mountain myself, so watch your words Thorin Oakenshield." He went to protest but was interrupted by shouting, it was Bilbo running from the entrance of the shire. We were in the middle of the woods now, I pull on the reigns to stop from going any further. Bilbo ran towards us, waving the contract in his hand, panting heavily.

"I signed it." He exclaims, panting heavily as he handed the contract to Balin. Balin pulls out a monocle to check the paper. It looked like Bilbo had brought everything from home with him.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Balin smiles, and surprisingly it didn't disappear when his eyes met mine. The warm smile made me happy, didn't he hear the rumors people had spread about my kind? Why was he so nice to me?

"Give him a pony," Thorin ordered, nudging me to keep going which I obey.

"No, no, no, no. That-That won’t be necessary. Thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frog Morton once." Bilbo refuses, but they didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly two of the dwarves grab hold of his arms, pick him up, and placed him directly on Minty. As we all rode along in the woods, I could hear the dwarves talking to each other.

"Come on, Nori! Pay up!" Oin demanded, the sound of coins clinking together reached my ears.

"The rest of the dwarves took gambles on if Mr. Baggins would show," Thorin explained, however, I already knew this due to Gandalf.

"What about you Thorin? Did you participate?" I said looking at him, he shook his head laughing slightly.

"I don't participate in silly affairs, though if I did I would've guessed he wouldn't have come." I can see how that's true, sometimes people just don't want to leave home. They'd rather stay in their safe comfy beds, and I was one of them. "You seem deep in thought." My cheeks turned red as I realized I had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm alright." Clearing my throat awkwardly only to hear Bilbo shouting about something else.

"Uh-wait, wait. Stop! Stop! We have to turn around." Thorin groaned and I slowed the pony down, waiting to hear Bilbo's excuse.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf wondered, he was riding a larger horse than the rest of us.

"I forgot my handkerchief." We can't just stop and go back because of some handkerchief, it would only be a waste of time.

"Here! Use this." Bofur rips off a bit of cloth from his robe and throws it to Bilbo, who looks at it with disgust.

"Move on!" Thorin announces, and I continue down the path of our journey. Later that night, we stopped by the entrance of a small cave. I slept close to the edge of the entrance, my wings keeping me warm and hidden from the others. That's when I heard shuffling behind me, it was Thorin setting down his sleeping bag.

"Did you miss me already?" I joked, making him roll his eyes annoyed.

"One of us has to watch you, you might try and kill us in our sleep." I just turned back around, curling back up into a small ball. It was colder outside than I expected, I should've brought warmer clothes. I shivered as a gust of wind blew our way, it took a while for me to fall asleep. The cold wasn't helping me at all, but I finally managed to sleep into unconsciousness. That is until I woke up to howls, not just any normal howls, wargs. I sat up, searching the area, getting ready to strike if I had to. The orcs were far off into the distance but I saw them, I could feel the evilness radiating off of them.

"You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin yelled making me turn to him, he stood up abruptly, his fur coat missing. That's when I realized it was on me, he had laid his coat on me to keep me warm but why? What was his reason for being kind to me?

"We didn’t mean anything by it," Kili stated, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world." Thorin angrily walks off, I had an urge to go try and cheer him up. He did give me his coat, after all, I could at least do something nice. Slowly I made my way over to him, he hadn't sensed my presence yet.

"Thorin?" I called letting out a small yawn. He didn't face me, instead, he kept his gaze pit on the horizon.

"Go away." He ordered but I refused to listen, my feet made their way next to him. He scowled at me, but said nothing else, he only just crossed his arms. His hand caught my attention, it was bigger than most, his fingers were twice the size of mine. Without thinking I tugged on it, making his eyes avert to me. I placed my hand against him, comparing the sizes. "Y/n?" He mutters, wondering what I was up to.

"Your hands, they're so much bigger than mine. For such tiny men, you certainly have large fingers, it's fascinating." I looked up at him, his eyes widened at my comment. "You know as a child I used to wonder what the tiny men of our world looked like, I tried to learn everything about dwarves that I could. My kingdom's library had multiple books about your culture, I have to admit it was interesting to learn about your courting styles."

"You know of our courting ritual?"

"Of course, I know everything about each race. I was a very strange child at that age, yet one question remained unanswered. Why do dwarves keep their hair long?" He smiled at my curiosity, those deep blue ocean eyes stared at me in adoration. Though those furious eyes returned, and he angrily pulled his hand away.

"You shouldn't be asking questions about courting, it's not as if anyone would marry your kind anyway." He lifted his hand, glaring at it in disgust. "Now I have to wash away the filth you have spread upon me." My heart broke a little as if a piece had shred from the flesh. As he stormed off I wondered what ran through his mind, he was the sweet innocent man a few seconds ago. What made him irritated with me? Thorin went back to the place we had been sleeping, and he grabbed his cloak moving to the other side of the camp. Each dwarf turned their head my way, and only three of them grinned at me.

"I'll keep watch," I spoke as I returned to my make-shift bed. It would be better if I stayed away from the others, at least that's not what Kili thought. Cause a few seconds later he plopped down right next to me. "What are you doing? Won't the others scold you for sitting next to me?"

"Who cares, they can argue all they want. No one should be alone, I'll keep watch with you." My heart swelled at his kindness, why was he being so nice to me? Did he believe me than those foolish rumors the others had heard? He frowned slightly, he was serious now. "Are you ok Y/n?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I've dealt with stubborn dwarves before believe me. Their rudeness hardly bothers me anymore." I lied, staring down at my hands. How could this world think such cruel thoughts about my kind, why did Thror have to lie about us? Kili placed his hand on mine to try and calm me, and lightly he caressed it with his thumb.

"You know not all of us hate you, me, Balin, and my brother Fili we know the truth. I told my brother what you told me, and he sort of believes it. You don't seem like the angry ravaging digonisks we've heard about, and besides the reports in those mountains is evidence that your kin is innocent. Speaking of Balin however, he wanted me to tell you that when you get a chance he wishes to speak with you." I glanced over the white-haired dwarf who gave me a small smile. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Maybe his politeness was just a ruse to kill me in secret, what if Kili is doing the same? Ever since I've joined the company I haven't thought of the consequences, I treat them as if they're normal men. I have to be more careful if I am to get to the mountain. "You know you should probably get some sleep, we'll need those wings again."

"No, they're orcs not far, they're watching us. I need to be awake just in case they decide to come our way. I appreciate the gesture, sleep Kili, you and your kin are the most important people here after all." He opened his mouth to protest, but kept quiet and snuggled up in his bed. I kept my eyes on the frontier, watching as the orcs scattered away but I knew they would be back, they always come back.

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The harsh wind blasted against me, the building fell apart from the ice that covered the bricks. Shouts were heard from all over, but the only I could focus on was my mother's. My legs hurt bad, but her condition was worse, there was an ice shard in her side. It no longer looked like liquid water, instead, it was nothing but a melting ice block of blood.

"Mommy!" I reached out for her, my hand reaching out to try and save her from the man that stood close. His sword was raised ready to strike, and that's when I saw his face. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company.

"Die filth!" His sword came crashing down hard, and as it decapitated her head I shot up. My chest beating fast, it was just a dream, just a dream. Most dwarves were asleep, the only one awake was Kili who was taking over my shift. I had fallen asleep, how could have been so stupid? He could've hurt me, or worse slaughtered me like the rest of my family. My body trembled as he came close to me, worry showing in his brown eyes.

"Kili stay back!" I warned, he raised his hands as a symbol of peace.

"I won't hurt you, I promise...are you alright?" I was shaking violently, and it wasn't because of the wind that blew our way. "Are you cold? Here." He sheds his cloak going to hand it to me but I shake my head.

"N-Nightmare." That was all I managed to get out, he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor and slowly made his way over showing that he had no weapons. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. I didn't hug back, for I was waiting for any sign that this wasn't a nice gesture. It didn't come, he just pulled me closer, and I have to admit the hug was very helpful. I listened to his breathing, and eventually, it helped my heart stop beating at a rapid speed. He smelled of sweat and pine wood, surprisingly it was a soothing smell.

"Want to talk about it?" He whispered, pulling back to look at me as his thumb rubbed softly against my skin as a way to calm me down.

"No, it was just a silly dream. It's not as if you would care anyhow."

"I do care, and just in case another agonizing fantasy comes across your mind I'll sit right here. So if you do have another nightmare I'll be here to help." He gently pulled me into his side, which I hesitantly accepted, and soon I went senseless, succumbing to the darkness.

For the next few days when I wasn't flying above them to keep watch, I rode with Thorin. The more we rode together, the more he didn't mind it. Soon it was like second nature to him, and every morning when it was time to leave he would hold out his hand to help me on the pony. Although he was extra grumpy today as we continued our journey in the woods while riding in the torrential rain.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?" Dori begged, but to no avail, nothing could be done. Well at least for them, considering I was a dragon slayer and immune to fire. One of my abilities was magic, and that magic included creating ablaze. I felt Thorin shiver from behind me, and I felt bad. I never did thank him for letting me use his cloak the other night.

"Thorin take the reigns," I ordered, turning around on the horse, immediately he grabbed the reigns as I let go.

"What on earth do you think your doing woman?" He growled, his eyes piercing into my own. Resting a hand upon his chest, he blushed slightly at the contact I used just a little bit of my charms to summon some heat. "What curse are you putting on me? Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"It's not a curse, it's a spell to keep you warm you ass. Now hold still or I just might burn you." He growled and lifted his head to try and see in front of him, I wasn't that tall. After a few seconds of straining his neck to see, he eventually rested his chin on the top of my head lightly. "I'm not your headrest you know."

"Well, I can't see around your thick skull."

"It's not that big! I'm shorter than you!"

"Shorter, but your head is certainly wider. Are you sure you have a brain in there?" I burned him slightly, making him wince.

"Keep talking 'Oh great one' and see where it gets you. Your lucky I'm even giving you warmth, I could just keep it all to myself." I returned the heat to normal and leaned my head on his chest. His breathing went rigid for a second, then slowed down but his heartbeat sped up.

"...What other powers do you have?" He asked, moving closer to my hand to get warmer. I slipped it down to his side, making him jump. "Watch it."

"Other than fire, I have a vast amount of strength. I could rip a tree out of the ground, second I can fly at fast speeds while spreading my wings. Soldiers with wings are called our airborne army, they attack from above and can kill dragons a lot easier. Last but not least, only the royal line can take on the form of a dragon. At least we used to, The Power of The Black Dragon was lost long ago. It is passed down from generation to generation, but the Queen with the ability died along with it." My mother, just a year before my coronation to take on my birthright was gravely injured from the frozen blast caused by men. She passed away, I never got to tell her that I loved her. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I'm scared'. Though I will never forget her last words, 'don't take revenge.'

"How many more are there?"

"Once there were millions of us, and now because of people like you, there is only 1,000. I hope your happy, cause soon we'll be extinct."

"No, cause soon you'll get those reports. And you'll show the world the mistake we caused." He whispered, his comment made my heart swoon. Had he said what I thought he had confessed?

"Thank you." It was all I could say, I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He was trying to keep me warm like I was doing to him, perhaps he's not like the monster from my dreams.

@fili-is-my-lover @kirenia15 @lunariasilver @depressedchilipepper

[wooyunhwa]

devil’s advocate | yunsan

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Genre: smut

Pairing: demon!san x angel!yunho

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: mostly pwp, idol/idol pairings, oral, fingering, barebacking, biting/blood drinking, kind of infidelity? although no one is actually dating anyone this whole fic is just a mess of love triangles everywhere but keep that in mind 

Synopsis: Yunho summons San for a chat while Y/N is asleep, but he soon discovers that old habits die hard. 

A/N: Here it is, the semi canon yunsan slash fic I’ve been talking about! If you haven’t read my kingdom series some of this may be confusing to you, since the characters and interactions are based on that fic, but the smut can be enjoyed on its own I think! This story happens somewhere in the middle of my fic, while San is still a demon and Yunho is still watching after Y/N. This is canon if you want it to be, and not canon if you don’t! Enjoy~

Y/N had nodded off while studying with her headphones in, as usual. Yunho decided to let her be, not daring to interrupt her sleep by rousing her to take off her headphones or move her to a more comfortable position. She always slept better when listening to something anyway, he noticed. 

Yunho could have left. He could have gone home—he even could have used the opportunity to get a good night’s sleep, take advantage of his human body that was constantly threatening him with the need to dream. It was so unfamiliar to him. 

But as Yunho prepared to leave, a peculiar post-it, pinned precariously above Y/N’s desk, caught his eye. He knew it was San’s calling card, or at least he could guess as much by the Latin scribblings. He froze for a moment, his limbs feeling like lead as his body moved him towards the post-it note. It was a bad idea, he knew it, but his body was pulling him forward before any sense of reason or logic could catch up.

 As an angel, he couldn’t summon San even if he wanted to, calling card or not. But as a temporary human, he was free to do what he wished with San—with a curious loophole. As an angel, even in his human body, he didn’t need a contract with San.

He exited the room quietly, shutting the door gingerly behind him. If he was going to have an opportunity to talk to San alone, now was probably the best—if not only—time he would have to do it. He stood in the middle of the living room facing the kitchen, bringing the post-it note up to recite San’s card carefully. 

“Well this is an unexpected surprise,” San’s voice rang out from behind him. Yunho swiveled on his heels to see San poised neatly on the couch, looking as dark and devilish as ever. He ran his fingers through his hair, tousling it gently as his crimson gaze met Yunho’s. “The human’s place and yet… no human?”

“She’s asleep,” Yunho explained calmly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I thought we could talk.”  

“Talk, hm?” San fiddled his lip ring in his fingers absently, dragging his lip down slightly as he pulled at it. “Hm… Is that liquor I smell on your innocent little angel breath, Yunho?” San asked with a smug smirk, but no question needed to be asked. Yunho smelled unmistakably like the glass of alcohol he’d had with Y/N earlier in the evening—an activity he wasn’t exactly used to yet. Alcohol was useless to an angel, but to his human form, it was liquid gold. 

“I—it doesn’t matter…” Yunho started, heat pooling in his cheeks from San’s call out. He was embarrassed to have even given in to a drink in the first place. It was a bit sinful, as an angel. 

San’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he gazed at Yunho up and down. “Don’t worry, Yunyun. I won’t tell.” He made a zipping motion with his fingers against his lips. 

“Don’t call me that, San. I told you never to call me that again,” Yunho said through gritted teeth. 

“What, are you just going to pretend forever?” San raised himself slowly from the couch, taking a step towards Yunho. “Pretend that we weren’t a thing?”

Yunho rolled his eyes. “A thing? Is that what you want to call it now?” He took a deep breath, collecting himself. San knew exactly which buttons of his to push—he always did. “I didn’t come here to talk about this, you know. I came here to talk about our situation.”

San quirked an eyebrow, eyes glazed over with an emotion Yunho couldn’t quite place. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

“No one said you have to say, San. You know I can’t contract you. You’re free to go if you want,” Yunho said, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. But the truth was, he was completely bothered by the idea of San leaving. Maybe it was the drink slightly rose-coloring his vision, but San looked… incredible. 

He was lean, as always, his proportions immaculate—a statue of a demon, waist cinched in beautifully by a belt, then erupting into a dizzying display of broad shoulders. Yunho wiped his mouth subconsciously, swiping away the drool that had somehow collected at the corners of his lips. His time with San was a distant memory, but one that, at this moment, he desperately wanted to experience again. If only once. 

Something Yunho didn’t know about alcohol—it made him horny. He’d only had one small glass, and yet he felt himself growing harder by the minute, especially when standing right in front of San like this. He wondered if San noticed. Yunho wouldn’t call himself gay, not in the slightest. But he always had a soft spot for San. Maybe that was why, now, he couldn’t do anything but picture San naked underneath him. 

He shook the thoughts from his head, coming back into reality when San took another step forward. Yunho stumbled back slightly. 

“That’s fine. I’d like to stay. Been a while since we got some time to talk alone, wouldn’t you say, Yunyun?” The nickname poured off San’s tongue with so much power, so much conviction. Yunho knew he was toying with him, but a part of him welcomed it. 

“San, I don’t have time for—” 

“For what, hmm? A little alone time with your ex-lover?” San flashed his fangs, and Yunho stumbled back until his back met the cold surface of the kitchen counter. “I have to admit, you look good. It’s too bad you don’t have your pretty little wings.” 

He looked Yunho up and down with his blood-red eyes, gleaming impishly as he noticed Yunho’s nervous disposition. Yunho could barely hide the way he was squirming now, feet shuffling against the floor, not quite sure where to put his hands. He crossed his legs slightly to conceal his boner, but he knew San had already seen it by the look in his eye as his gaze moved downwards. 

“I knew you still had a soft spot for me, Yunho. Or maybe a hard spot…” He took one more step forward, pinning Yunho with his hands, trapping him against the marble countertop. “Feeling flustered by me, angel boy? Cute.”

Yunho scoffed, shoving San off him. “I’m not playing your games, San. I know you.”

San clicked his teeth against his fangs, then drew his tongue across his lip annoyedly. “You’re no fun. I was just playing around.”

As much as Yunho hated to admit it, and how much he knew that San was just toying with him for fun, he had a point. Yunho was completely flustered—San was irresistible to him in every way, especially now. Yunho’s boner throbbed against the crotch of his pants, the discomfort compounding by the second as he watched San’s every move.

“So, were we gonna talk?” San asked, elbow leaning against the counter next to Yunho. “Or are you just gonna keep checking me out?”

 Yunho remembered why he’d originally brought San here—to talk. But he couldn’t quite remember what about, or why, or even think about anything but San looking like that. “I—uh… uh, yeah. Talk. We should do that.”

San let out a cheeky laugh, lips curling up into his familiar smirk, a flash of fangs and charming dimples. “You don’t sound very convinced of that, angel boy.”

Yunho’s eyes trained on San’s lips. He had a one track mind now—and his dick was right with him. He couldn’t believe he was even considering coming on to San like this, in Y/N’s apartment with her sleeping just a wall away. He wasn’t really worried about waking her, since she fell asleep with her headphones in, but it still felt morally wrong. He wasn’t in the mood to think about morals, though, to his surprise—considering he was an angel of the highest moral compass. Or so his coworkers would say. He was never one to break an angel code. Thankfully for him, there was nothing in angel code against human-him kissing his demon ex-lover in his assignment’s apartment. At least, he was pretty sure there wasn’t.

Yunho’s lips came down on San’s before he had even a minute more to rationalize with himself. He pulled his body around San’s, this time pinning him like he’d pinned Yunho minutes before. San moaned in surprise against his mouth, pausing for a minute at Yunho’s sudden initiation before reciprocating the kiss against him. 

San slowly peeled himself away from the kiss. “Mm, I know I was teasing you earlier, but I didn’t expect you to actually kiss me, Yunyun.”

Yunho furrowed his brows. “Do you not… want me to?”

San’s eyes glazed with lust, biting his lip as he drew his gaze up and down Yunho’s face, lingering just a bit too long on his lips. “Of course I’m not gonna say no to a pretty angel boy like you,” he purred, pulling back into Yunho’s lips hungrily. 

Yunho fisted one hand in San’s hair, the other grasped firmly over his bicep, digging in with his nails. San growled low in his throat at the sensation of Yunho’s nails digging deeper, and Yunho pressed harder against San’s chest, pushing his back further against the cold countertop.

“I’ll never get used to the smell of demon,” Yunho muttered through heavy breaths between kisses. 

“You don’t exactly taste heavenly to me either, angel boy. But you’re hot, so I’ll make an exception,” San quipped back, smirking against his lips. 

Yunho’s cock ached in his jeans, and he ground himself up against San as they made out, which, if he was being honest, only made it worse. He wanted San naked, now. But he was also enjoying the pleasure as San’s tongue dipped into his mouth. San’s demon taste, admittedly, wasn’t Yunho’s favorite. But he was too consumed with desire to care—right now he tasted as heavenly as any angel. 

Yunho brought his hand down to palm San’s cock through his pants, noting it was just as hard as his was. San grunted and sighed against his lips, melting like putty in his hands. Something about the way he could reduce San to a moaning mess with just a touch brought a rush of power through Yunho’s head, but San wouldn’t let him keep it. 

San pushed Yunho off of him, guiding him to the couch and shoving him down by his shoulders with two strong hands. Yunho sank into the cushions, eyes widening as San planted himself in Yunho’s lap, straddling him with his legs on either side. Yunho watched as San’s crimson eyes grew dark, lustful as he found his way down on Yunho’s lap. San’s hands threaded through Yunho’s hair, gripping tight as his lips found their way back to the angel’s, more hungrily this time. 

He ground his hips down against Yunho’s throbbing cock, still threatening to burst through his jeans at any moment. San ground mercilessly against him, eating up every needy whine that escaped the angel’s mouth. 

“Angels, so pathetic,” San purred, lingering his fangs over Yunho’s neck threateningly. “Moaning little messes.” 

Yunho couldn’t argue with that—he was a complete mess with San on top of him, giving him just enough to keep him aching for more. “You know, you smell like an angel, but I bet your blood tastes just as good as a human.” 

San’s sharp fangs teeth pressed down slowly against Yunho’s taut flesh, not quite hard enough to pierce the surface tension of his skin. Yunho squirmed underneath him, bucking his hips up against San’s, and he could feel San’s mouth draw up into a satisfied smirk against his neck. 

“Hmm, angel boy? Think your colleagues upstairs would be happy with me littering you with pretty little marks?”

Yunho gulped, and San tightened his grip in Yunho’s hair, yanking his head down harshly against the back of the couch until Yunho was staring at the ceiling. His fangs dragged along the sensitive skin of Yunho’s neck, sending tingles rocketing down his spine. 

“San, you can’t… she’ll see—” 

San sighed disappointedly. “That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to draining you,” he muttered against the angel’s neck, pulling back to make eye contact with Yunho. 

Yunho felt almost like his prey as San’s crimson eyes dissolved slowly to a dangerous, demonic black. He’d fucked San before, but they were angels. It was entirely different then—soft, heavenly, warm. But this. This was cold, dark, and passionate—a sexual experience unlike Yunho had ever had. One he now almost regretted not having sooner. 

Yunho realized he was still fully clothed—a reality he needed to change as soon as physically possible. He pulled his sweater over his head, then started fumbling uncoordinatedly at the buttons of San’s shirt until it was hanging open, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. San was exactly Yunho’s type, if he had to pick one—lean, but not too muscular, small waist, broad shoulders. In fact, one could say San was Yunho’s only type in men. 

Yunho’s large hands fit perfectly around San’s tiny waist, holding San in place neatly as he ground against Yunho’s crotch. San littered kisses down Yunho’s neck, displaying impressive self control as he carefully dragged his fangs along the surface, not daring to leave marks. Yunho let out shaky moans as San moved down to his collarbone, peppering kisses and nibbles along his shoulders and chest. 

Yunho was so worked up, writhing beneath him in a way that he could hardly control any more. He worried if San so much as touched his cock, he would lose it right there—and he wanted to savor this moment as much as possible. 

San glared up at him with a teasing smirk as he trailed his tongue down Yunho’s abs, sliding down off the couch until he was on his knees, his head level with Yunho’s crotch. He popped the button on Yunho’s jeans, then slowly tugged down the zipper, clearly enjoying the way Yunho writhed in anticipation. 

“What’s the matter, angel boy? Too slow?” San teased, and Yunho sighed in frustration. San traced his fingers over the fabric of Yunho’s underwear, his touch featherlight and heinously gentle. “Tell me what you want,” he purred. 

“Quit torturing me,” Yunho huffed, tilting his head down to glare at San. 

“Be more specific, love. If you want me to suck your cock, just say so. Or are you too innocent, hmm? That’s cute.” San’s smile widened as he teased Yunho, not letting his game up for even a moment. 

Yunho sputtered, choking a bit at San’s forwardness. But he should have known he would be like. “San, I’m not gonna—”

“So you want me to stop then, is that it?” San sat back on his heels defiantly, and Yunho’s eyes widened, brows furrowing. He knew San wasn’t one to let up so easily—that stubborn asshole. 

“No—no… please, San,” Yunho begged, the throbbing of his cock against his underwear nearly making his eyes water.

A smug smirk tugged at San’s lips, satisfaction glimmering in his blood-red irises. “Cute, how you think a simple please is enough. Beg for me, love. I wanna hear it from those innocent little angel lips.” 

Yunho gulped. The only thing he had left was to shove the embarrassment down to get what he wanted—no, what he needed.

“I—I want you to s—” His breath caught in his throat, a huge lump forming as the blood pooled in his cheeks, making his face hot with humiliation. 

“Look at you, so innocent. I don’t recall you being this shy when we were together, Yunyun. Thousands of angel years must have really done a number on you.”

Yunho gritted his teeth, choking out his next words carefully. “I—I want you to suck my cock. Please. Please, San.”

“That’s my angel,” San purred, a grin fully formed on his lips as he sat back up on his knees.

San hooked his fingers in the waistband of Yunho’s jeans, finally tugging them down. Yunho raised his hips off the couch to slide them off, equal parts mortified and aroused by San’s games. He couldn’t deny how bad he wanted it, a fact San knew all too well. San slid Yunho’s underwear off next, his embarrassingly hard cock springing free in front of San’s face. 

“Oh, my. I forgot how big it was.” San raised his eyebrows as he tossed Yunho’s clothes aside, licking his lips as he examined it from base to tip. It was a compliment, but somehow Yunho’s cheeks reddened even further, hot underneath San’s intense, crimson leer. 

San flicked his tongue across the tip, lapping up the droplet of precum with a soft kitten lick. Yunho groaned in the back of his throat at the sensation. It was barely anything, and yet San had him so wound up he was bucking his hips at even the slightest of touches. San snickered at his pathetic response. 

San wrapped his lips around the head, sucking lightly as his hands came to rest on Yunho’s thighs. He gave just enough suction for Yunho to jerk his hips up with a shaky breath. San laughed with his lips still sealed around the head, smug red eyes locked on Yunho’s as he slowly took more into his mouth. 

“Oh, god,” Yunho breathed, tipping his head back against the couch. 

“Using the lord’s name in vain? Bad angel,” San scolded, pulling off Yunho’s cock with a wet pop. San wrapped a hand around the base, jerking it in his fist as he dragged his tongue in circles around the head. “Someone hasn’t been reading his Bible lately.” 

“I don’t want to hear that from you—ah, fuck,” Yunho groaned, cutting himself off as San sank down onto his cock, taking as much as he could into his mouth before it hit the back of his throat. San’s eyelashes fluttered as it became difficult, watery eyes looking up at Yunho as he gagged slightly. 

San looked gorgeous around his cock, much to Yunho’s chagrin. He was the very picture of sin—his soft lips stretched perfectly around Yunho’s thick shaft, teary crimson eyes leering through dark lashes, wisps of hair black as coal falling over his face like raven’s feathers. San looked like heaven and hell all at once, and Yunho couldn’t get enough. 

The mere sight of San on his knees in front of him was nearly enough to push him over the edge, but San pulled away just in time for Yunho to take a few necessary deep breaths to pull himself back to reality. San looked up with a satisfied grin, drawing his tongue over his lip, lingering it over his lip ring playfully. 

He stood up slowly, giving Yunho the perfect view of him as he stripped off his jeans. Yunho widened his eyes as San undid his belt, the veins in San’s forearms bulging slightly as he tugged it off. Yunho’s thoughts grew utterly sinful—completely unfit for an angel—as he imagined the things San could do with that belt. But he tossed it aside to the floor, prioritizing his hard cock bulging from the crotch of his jeans. Yunho’s mouth watered as San slowly stripped his jeans and underwear off, allowing his length completely free now.

San stepped forward, dragging his fingernail along the taut skin of Yunho’s neck, forcing his gaze up to meet his. San surely got a euphoric sense of power having Yunho look up at him rather than down. 

“You know the drill, love. On your knees for me, okay?” San purred, letting his nails dig into Yunho’s chest as he ran them down, leaving angry marks behind. 

San’s eyes widened as Yunho stood up from the couch, closing every inch of space left between them. San’s head tipped up now, meeting Yunho’s as he watched the angel’s eyes darken mischievously—a look entirely unbefitting of him, but enough to make San blush slightly.

“No, San.” Yunho contested, placing his hand on his cheek as San’s crimson eyes grew confused. Yunho, admittedly, wasn’t one to fight against San’s control. He was, as San would put it, a good little angel. 

“No?” San hissed through his teeth. 

“What, you’re not used to your prey defying you?” Yunho asked with a devilish smirk, taking a page straight out of San’s playbook. 

He didn’t know what came over him—he wasn’t usually like this. In his time with San as angels, San was always the one who took control, the one on top. Yunho liked it that way too. He was entirely submissive in nature, which is why now, as he openly defied San’s orders, asserting dominance by looming above him, San’s eyes widened in complete shock.

“You don’t want me to fuck you then, is that it? Angel boy is too innocent, too pure now, hmm?” San asked, but his voice was shakier than before as Yunho towered over him. 

“No, San. I’m going to fuck you this time.”

Yunho had never seen San’s eyes so wide, glimmering with an emotion somewhere between fear and excitement. “I—I’m sorry. You’re going to what?” San sputtered, biting his lip as he met Yunho’s harsh stare. 

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid to take my cock?” Yunho teased, running his fingers slowly through San’s hair, sticky with sweat. San’s confusion only compounded in his expression, and honestly, Yunho had no idea where his sudden confidence had come from either. The effects of the alcohol from earlier had worn off by now, and yet he was asserting so much dominance over San now like it was nothing. 

“Who’s the innocent one now, demon boy?” Yunho felt so satisfied as the words dripped off his tongue—he understood San more now, and the pleasure he got with toying around with him so mercilessly. After everything that San put him through, Yunho was going to take back his control. 

San’s voice was shaky as he spoke, but his eyes were narrower now, dark and glazed with lust. “I’ve never seen this side of you, Yunyun,” he said as he helped tug Yunho’s jeans to his ankles. Yunho shook them off his legs, discarding them to the side. “I have to say, it’s kind of hot.” 

San’s hand came down to softly stroke Yunho’s cock, and Yunho let a growl roll low in his throat as San caught him off guard. Yunho’s eyes trained on the demon’s neck as a gulp rolled through San’s throat.

“What?” Yunho probed, forcing San’s chin up again to look him in the eyes. 

“It—uh, you’re big,” San said, his confidence dissolving rapidly as he gauged Yunho’s impressive size with his fingers. 

“Bigger than you’ve taken before?” Yunho asked, stroking San’s hair, which was still tangled neatly between his long fingers.

“I’ve never… uh… I’ve never taken any before,” San admitted quietly, breaking his crimson stare away. Yunho’s eyes widened for a moment, before erupting into uncontrolled laughter. 

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to believe the almighty San, glorified sex demon, has never been fucked before?” Yunho asked mockingly. His harsh words surprised even himself, but they poured out now with so much raw vigor he wasn’t in a position to stop himself.

“Shut the fuck up, angel boy. You know I like to be the one in control,” San sneered in response. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Yunho cooed, his tone a bit condescending. He wasn’t going to waste his opportunity to play around with San a little. “But no promises.” 

San scoffed. “No need to be gentle with me. I can handle myself.”

Yunho’s lips drew into smirk, bending over until his breath tickled against San’s ear. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

Yunho could see San’s knees buckle slightly under him, making him a bit wobbly as he slipped away for a moment. It was satisfying to see San like this—shaken, visibly working to hide the way Yunho’s uncharacteristically powerful aura was affecting him. 

“I—I’ll be right back,” San muttered, turning on his heels out of Yunho’s large shadow, finding his way into the kitchen.

Yunho sank back down on the couch, waiting as San rummaged through Y/N’s kitchen cabinets before re-emerging with a jar of coconut oil. 

“Coconut oil? How did you—” 

“It’s saved my ass many times,” San responded dryly, prompting Yunho to chuckle at the unexpectedly apt word choice. It would certainly be saving his ass now.

San stifled a visible gulp as he drew to his knees in front of Yunho on the couch once again, dipping his fingers into the coconut oil and working the slick substance all over Yunho’s waiting cock. Yunho let out an uncontained whimper at San’s touch, still all-too-sensitive from the way San had worked him up earlier. 

Yunho’s mind was a mess of lust, his mind consumed with thoughts of only SanSanSan, on his knees, submitting underneath him. He imagined San’s restrained whimpers, his embarrassed whines and moans as he took Yunho fully inside him for the first time. 

San was stroking the angel’s hard length softly, a sight Yunho could have only described as beautiful, perfect, everything he ever needed—and yet his mind was elsewhere. He had a one track mind to take San until he was screaming his name—a pathetic, whiny mess sprawled on the couch. All his thoughts, his feelings, were consumed by a filthy culmination of all of Yunho’s pent up anger and frustration towards the demon he once loved, bubbling within him now all at once. That, and the raw sexual attraction he had for this somehow godly demon—a sinful way for an angel to think of such a horrible creature. 

San’s growingly enthusiastic pumping around Yunho’s shaft snapped him back to attention, making hooded eye contact with the demon’s lustful ruby eyes. Yunho gestured for him to get up, motioning towards his lap, and San obeyed enthiastially, taking a gentle seat against Yunho’s thighs, not once breaking contact of his fingers on the angel’s member. San straddled his lap, his own cock brushing against Yunho’s as he settled in. San bit his lip as Yunho’s hands came to grab his ass, giving it a rough squeeze with his long fingers. 

“A-are you gonna, um—” San stuttered, and Yunho could see his cheeks were flushed a pretty red from their close proximity. 

“Am I gonna…?” Yunho prompted, a smirk blooming on his face at San’s embarrassment. 

San broke his crimson gaze from Yunho’s, ducking his head down. “You know. Um—”

“Aw, are you embarrassed to say you want my fingers inside you? So cute,” Yunho cooed, letting condescension fill his voice as his smirk widened. 

“Shut the fuck up, angel boy,” San growled, heat pooling more heavily in his cheeks as Yunho continued to tease him. 

Yunho snickered in amusement as he reached for the jar, dipping his fingers in to coat them in oil. He brought his hand back to San’s ass, gently trailing a slick finger along his entrance, and he felt San shiver in his lap, letting out a shaky breath. San’s hands snaked around Yunho’s shoulders, burying his head in the crook of his neck to hide his red face. 

Yunho slowly pushed a finger in, his other arm wrapping around San’s waist to keep him steady. San let out an adorable little squeak, and Yunho smiled at his reaction. Yunho pushed it in all the way, sliding down past the knuckle until his hand barred him. Yunho’s cock twitched at how tight he was, even with just one finger inside—he could only imagine how San would feel around him.  

“You good?” Yunho asked softly.

“Yeah,” San breathed against Yunho’s neck. “Keep going.” 

Yunho pulled his hand back, slowly dragging his finger out almost all the way, then gently eased it back in, eating up San’s shaky breaths against his neck, spilling hot air over Yunho’s skin. Yunho began a slow rhythm, gradually increasing the speed of his movements. 

San whimpered beneath him, Yunho’s lips drawing into a satisfied smile as he listened closely to San’s every sound, pleased at the way Yunho had him—very literally—wrapped around his finger. Even as an angel, San was always in control, always one step ahead. It gave Yunho an unmistakable headrush to see the normally cocky demon conceding so easily under him, his heavy breaths and restrained whines falling softly from his lips. 

Yunho brought a second finger to San’s entrance, teasing light circles around the outside.

“Think you can handle another, hmm, demon boy?” Yunho breathed in San’s ear. He wasn’t usually one for condescending nicknames, but if he wanted to keep up with San, he’d have to pull out all the tricks.

He felt San nod yes in the crook of his neck. 

“Use your words.”

“Yes. Fuck you,” San sneered in response, though his actions didn’t match the icy sting of his words. He was a moaning, whiny mess, yet he still tried to play cool. 

Yunho only chuckled in response as San bit his lip to restrain the moans as Yunho slipped the second finger in, bringing it slowly up to pace. As San seemed to relax into the sensations, melting against Yunho’s chest, head still buried in his shoulder, Yunho got creative. He twisted his long fingers inside San’s ass, crooking them slightly to increase the pressure.

“Ah—ah, fuck,” San breathed against his skin.

“Should I stop?” Yunho asked softly, halting his movements teasingly. 

“No—no, fuck—keep going.”

He slowly resumed the movement of his fingers, keeping his pace unpredictable as he felt San shake and clench around him, eating up the moans and whines as San conceded to his movements. A wave of inspiration rushed over him suddenly. 

“Sannie,” he cooed, using a nickname he hadn’t used for the demon in hundreds—if not thousands—of years. “Look at me.” 

Yunho moved his free hand from supporting San’s small waist to his chin, pulling it off his shoulder to making eye contact with him. San struggled to meet his eyes, face still red-hot from the humiliation of his submissive state. 

“Tell me you want me, Sannie,” Yunho purred, eyes trained mischievously on San’s flustered expression. “If you want my cock, you have to ask nicely.” 

He thrusted his fingers up to the knuckle, causing San’s pretty moans to spill over beautifully from his lips. 

“Ah—Yun—ah,” San breathed through his teeth, any composure he had left slowly unraveling in Yunho’s hands. “Fuck—fuck you, I’m not going to beg.”

“Then I guess you don’t want it, is that it?”

“No I—mmf—keep going...” he whined. 

Bad idea. Yunho halted his fingers, causing San to whimper in protest. 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me, or we’re done here, San.” 

Yunho was bluffing. It was obvious how much he wanted it, but he trusted San not to realize that, or care. He’d take the bluff as far as he had to just to watch San beg pathetically for him. But the truth was, Yunho wanted this badly, more badly than he could ever image, his cock throbbing and aching against San’s as they pressed and pushed together against their stomachs. 

“P-please,” San choked out.

Yunho’s fingers traced against the demon’s chin again, forcing his gaze up until the eye-contact was unavoidable. “Please what?”

“Please, I want… your cock,” San continued, voice shaky as Yunho twisted his fingers slowly inside of him. “Fuck me, please…” 

“You’re so cute like this, Sannie,” Yunho praised, lacing his free hand in San’s hair as he slipped his fingers out slowly.

Yunho had prepared to flip him over on his knees, but San had other plans, shifting his weight on Yunho’s lap and hoisting his hips up until his ass lined up with the head of Yunho’s oil-slicked cock.  

“San—you can’t…” Yunho broke his confident facade for a moment, suddenly worried about hurting San from this position. He was effectively taking San’s ass virginity, and Yunho was more well-endowed than most. He could rip him apart if he wasn’t careful. 

“What did I say, angel boy?” San gritted through his teeth, letting gravity take hold as he slowly lowered himself down. “I can handle myself.”

San let out an unrestrained cry as the tip slid in. Even with the generous amount of coconut oil they’d used, it wasn’t an effortless endeavor. Yunho cursed through his moans as he took San’s overwhelming tightness—it was like nothing he’d ever felt before, San’s ass clenching beautifully around him. 

The pleasure only compounded as San took the initiative to sink further down, both their cries harmonizing at the intensity of the sensations. Yunho stayed painfully still, resisting every urge in his body to buck his hips up against San, to push all the way in. He couldn’t. He would destroy him. 

San’s head found its home back in the crook of Yunho’s neck, using the angel’s soft skin to stifle his own noises. San sank lower, only by a centimeter or so, but it was enough for Yunho’s body to react on its own, hips jerking up reactively.

San cried out, and Yunho realized what he’d done, but not before he felt San’s fangs sink into his shoulder, piercing the flesh without a second thought. 

“Fuck, San—I told you not to,” Yunho hissed through his teeth, wincing at the harsh sting of his fangs. 

“Sorry,” San mumbled. “You—I didn’t mean to.”

Yunho knew San was a bad liar, and didn’t take apologies lightly. He was telling the truth.

“I—it’s okay,” Yunho muttered softly. 

San lapped slowly at the wounds, soothing them slightly. Neither of them dared to move from their precarious position, San’s hips still hovering way too far off of Yunho’s thighs to possibly be comfortable. Yunho’s hands snaked around San’s tiny waist, digging his fingernails in as he took in the sensation of San’s tongue sliding over the stinging wound on his shoulder. 

“Maybe we should move to another position… y’know, so you don’t end up draining me like this,” Yunho suggested with a chuckle, and San nodded in agreement, still kitten-licking the fresh wound as more blood trickled out. 

Yunho couldn’t care less about his bleeding for the time being—he was too focused on his dick, which needed to be back in San’s ass immediately. Yunho moved his fingers around to squeeze San’s hips, helping him hoist himself up and slide off. 

San wasted no time repositioning himself on the couch, ass up in the air—an irresistible sight to Yunho, who wanted nothing more than to be buried inside him. But, considering San’s earlier difficulties, he’d have to be more patient than he would have liked. 

He lined himself up with San’s entrance, then dipping his cleaner fingers into the coconut oil, generously slicked his own cock and San’s ass with extra lubricant. San whimpered at the mere touch of Yunho’s fingers against him, cold and slippery with the oil. 

“Tell me what you want, Sannie,” Yunho purred, still riding his dominant high. 

“Fuck off and put your cock in me,” San growled. Yunho chuckled, deciding enough was enough—no more games.

He slid the tip in easily, helped by the generous amount of lube, stroking San’s hair from the back to soothe his whines and moans. He guided himself in deeper with his free hand placed delicately on San’s waist, admiring the difference in size. Yunho was huge, towering—a gentle giant. San was small and fragile, though you’d never guess by his cocky disposition. 

Yunho moved slowly, easing San into it. He knew he was too much for San, especially for his first time—but it didn’t make keeping the control any easier with such a hot demon whimpering and moaning beneath him. 

“Deeper,” San commanded. 

Yunho couldn’t argue with that. His control dissolved at San’s sudden demand. After all, San had instructed him not to be gentle with him. He thrust in, throwing carefulness out the window, and San cried out as Yunho tugged his head back by his hair, exposing his sharp features to Yunho from behind. He picked up a steady rhythm now, slow but vigorous, snaking the hand on San’s hip around to his waiting cock, stroking softly. 

“Fuck—Yunho…” San moaned, all composure he may have had left dissolving under Yunho’s motions, his hand now keeping pace with his thrusts. 

Yunho couldn’t keep it together for much longer, and neither could San, by the ever-increasing sounds of pleasure falling from his lips, begging Yunho not to stop. He wouldn’t have dreamed of it. He gripped San’s waist the hand that was previously entangled in his hair, increasing his rhythm until San was crying his name. He felt his ass clench around his dick as San came, thick streaks of cum painting the couch white. 

Yunho thrust in to the hilt, and San nearly buckled beneath him at the sudden length. Yunho cursed and grunted as he spilled over inside of San, who was still clenching around him, increasing every nerve in his body exponentially. 

San collapsed onto the couch as Yunho slid out, carefully avoiding the cum-stained upholstery. 

“Fuck,” Yunho cursed, realizing what he’d done to the couch. In his lustful frenzy, he hadn’t exactly considered the consequences of his action. “I’ll have to clean that up before she wakes up…”

San managed to smirk through his heavy panting, “It’s a good thing I’m the demon maid. I know where all the cleaning supplies are.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, slipping into the bathroom to clean himself up and bandage up the remaining wound on his shoulder. When he re-emerged, San was dressed, knees visibly wobbly as he scrubbed the cum stain off the couch. 

“What a good little maid,” Yunho teased. “You look cute on your knees like that.”

“You would know,” San jeered back. 

Yunho glanced at Y/N’s coconut oil, making a mental note to replace it for her before she had a chance to use it, though chances were she wouldn't even notice if it disappeared. She wasn’t exactly the “cooking-at-home” type.

“We… we don’t talk about this again,” Yunho said carefully as San removed the last traces of their earlier sinful endeavor. Now that he wasn’t so clouded with blind lust for San, he had a moment to reflect on his terrible choices for the night. Not that he regretted it. Not even a single second.

“Okay, angel boy. Whatever you say. But if you ever want to do it again, you know where to find me,” San responded, flashing his fangs and a cheeky wink. And there was the San he knew. 

The two never ended up talking. San left just as quickly as he’d appeared: without a trace, like he was never even there. It felt like some sort of fever dream as soon as he was gone, although Yunho knew for a fact he had never gone to sleep. He tidied up the rest of the living room, rearranging the pillows on the couch, making sure it looked like San was never there—in fact, he made it look like he’d never left Y/N’s room in the first place. 

Yunho slipped back into the room, carefully turning the knob, and found her exactly as he left her, somehow undisturbed despite how loud they’d been for the past few… well, however long it had been, Yunho supposed. 

Yunho shook all thoughts of San away, only just realizing how exhausted he’d been from the rigorous exercise he’d just partaken in. But as he closed his eyes to sleep, he only saw San, the mental image of him on his knees, glancing up at Yunho through messy strands of raven hair, lips swollen, eyes dark and lustful. 

This was going to be harder than he thought.

[havenoffandoms]

All That I Cannot Have (Eskel/Geralt) (NSFW)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: "Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer."

Pairing: Eskel/Geralt

Content Warning: breeding kink (Geralt), bottom Eskel, top Geralt, possessive Geralt, nipple play

Read on AO3.

Most people who meet Eskel for the first time - people like Triss, people like Jaskier, people like Ciri - describe him as serious, quiet, calm and potentially a bit shy, even a little intimidating with the scars running down his face and curling his lip in a permanent snarl. Geralt knows better, though. No matter how well people claim to know Eskel, they’ll never be on par with the century of shared trauma that Eskel and Geralt went through together, first as friends, then as brothers, then as lovers. It’s not like Eskel isn’t serious, or quiet, or calm, and occasionally shy around people he doesn’t know well. He can definitely seem a bit intimidating when he wants to be, but what witcher isn’t? 

All Geralt is saying is that there is so much more to Eskel’s personality, aspects that Eskel either wouldn’t dare show to a stranger in public, or aspects that only Geralt notices after over a century of knowing Eskel intimately. At times Eskel can be quiet and shy, and to use Lambert’s phrasing, as stiff as a bookkeeper in a body cast. He wasn’t always like that, though. A century of walking the Path, of being spat on by contract givers and chased out of villages by having stones thrown at him, a century of people not bothering to hide their disdain, and fear, and disgust for Eskel and his kind, was bound to take a toll on anyone eventually. Even Eskel, who used to be so playful and full of mischief. Even Eskel, who would willingly get himself into trouble to make Geralt laugh. 

Eskel has changed over the century Geralt’s known him - and that was always bound to happen, Geralt presumes - but one thing that never changed was Eskel’s bleeding heart and the inherent goodness inside of him. If anything, his big heart only grew bigger and softer over the years. Geralt admires that about him. Even though the Path has wiped away all of Eskel’s childlike playfulness, there are times when Eskel’s mischief comes back with a force, usually when he finds himself around children. Geralt will never forget the first winter he brought Ciri back to the keep. Once she had warmed up to Eskel’s presence, he would goad her into action every time, giving her ideas for pranks to play on Lambert, Vesemir and Geralt, of all people. 

Turns out that sharing Eskel’s bed every night during winter did not grant Geralt immunity from Eskel’s prankish machinations. If anything, it used to make him Ciri and Eskel’s prime target. 

There are times, when it’s just Geralt and Eskel in their shared bedroom, when Eskel’s playfulness truly comes to shine. Nobody else knows just how adventurous Eskel can be in the bedroom, nor how bratty he can be when he decides to test Geralt’s patience. Not that Geralt wants anyone to ever witness Eskel like this - not like this, completely debauched and reduced to a whimpering mess. That is a sight reserved for Geralt’s eyes exclusively, as he’s made it known multiple times in the past when Eskel would tease him about letting someone walk in on them. 

Nobody gets to see Eskel like this, not if Geralt has a say in this. 

Tonight is not that kind of night, though. Tonight is different, and Eskel somehow subconsciously knows that Geralt craves a different kind of game. Geralt and Eskel have retreated to their bedroom after celebrating Ciri’s coronation as Empress of Nilfgaard. A big day for Geralt’s pup… well, not so much a pup anymore, is she? She’s all grown up now, no longer the fiery little she-devil that the wolf witchers trained, but a grown woman. An empress. Geralt didn’t think Ciri’s coronation would make him feel so damn emotional, but it did, because it means that he’s now officially lost her. She’s officially left the nest, and she has exactly no obligation to visit Geralt now if she doesn’t wish to. 

Tonight, Geralt needs something different from Eskel, a game they’ve dabbled in on past occasions, but one that Geralt and Eskel both had to be in the mood for. He knows it’s weird to want this - not that Eskel would begrudge him this need, not his dear Eskel, who’s never once judged Geralt based on what he enjoys in bed. It’s weird to feel this need as a witcher, of all things. Or perhaps the fact that Geralt and Eskel are witchers is precisely the reason why he craves this kind of activity in bed. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Geralt asks one last time as he drops his forehead to Eskel’s, and lets his hand roam over the flat expanse of Eskel’s abdomen, “say the word, and it stops now.” 

“I want this,” Eskel whispers back, his tone growing impossibly softer as he leans into Geralt’s touch, “I want you, whatever way you’ll have me.”

“Hm. Safeword.” 

It’s a request, not a question. Geralt won’t proceed until he’s certain that Eskel is aware that he has a way out if he needs Geralt to stop. Eskel huffs out a small laugh which falls just short of teasing. It sounds almost fond, in fact. 

“Wolfsbane.”

One of the herbs used in the Trial of Grasses, the smell of which Eskel has come to hate with a passion over the years. Geralt nods, pleased with his lover’s cooperation, trusting Eskel to use his safeword if he feels at all uncomfortable with what’s about to happen. Geralt takes a composing breath and snakes one hand at the back of Eskel’s head, where he buries his long dextrous fingers in the soft brown mane and tugs him closer into a hungry kiss. 

"I love you," Geralt breathes between them, gently biting down on Eskel's lower lip as he breaks their heated kiss, "so much."

Eskel whimpers, his body arching needily at those words. Geralt smirks, knowing just how worked up Eskel gets over hearing the three magic words. Geralt presses a final, chaste kiss to his lover's lips before sinking lower. His hands squeeze the soft layer of fat that covers Eskel's hips and abdomen. If Geralt closes his eyes, he can almost pretend that Eskel's winter blubber is not just the result of the hearty meals and Cintran ale he's been enjoying as of late… 

A possessive growl rumbles deep in Geralt's throat as he nuzzles the dip in Eskel's hip. He splays his fingers so that they cover most of Eskel's belly, pretending that the sound of his lover's accelerated heartbeat belongs to someone else, to something growing inside Eskel's belly… Geralt isn't delusional. He knows that even if witchers weren't infertile, he and Eskel could never have children of their own. Not biologically, at least. Geralt knows that, and he knows that this kink of his is ridiculous. 

And yet, here they are, and Eskel looks so willing to indulge Geralt’s fantasy. Geralt simply can't help it. 

"Geralt?" Eskel's rough baritone is the only thing that keeps Geralt from spiralling. That, and his lover's hand gently cupping his face in a silent demand to look at him. Geralt complies easily, seeking reassurance in the familiar amber orbs. "I can hear you being mean to yourself in your head. Stop that."

"You don't think I'm…" Geralt swallows thickly as he musters the courage to finish his sentence. "Weird?" 

A fond smile, one that falls just short of sad, graces Eskel's lips. He shakes his head and cards his fingers tenderly through Geralt's hair. 

"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around me to show this side of you," Eskel assures him, "but if it doesn't feel right, we can stop. This should feel good for you, not make you feel ashamed."

Geralt knows that his lover wouldn't lie to him about this, nor would Eskel pretend to be fine just for the sake of getting Geralt off. That has never been how their relationship worked. Contrary to Eskel’s reputation as being a people-pleaser, even Eskel has his limits. It's all the reassurance Geralt needs before he fully surrenders to this unusual urge of his. 

"Don't wanna stop," Geralt grates, his voice rough with desire, "gonna fill you up with my pups before the night is over." 

Eskel’s reaction is instantaneous. The high-pitched keen that tumbles past his lip goes straight to Geralt’s cock, which gives a twitch of interest in response. Geralt’s fingers glide reverently over Eskel’s abdomen, followed closely by his lips as Geralt scatters feather-light kisses over the twitching skin. Eskel arches into the touch, whispering a string of curses under his breath as he does so. Geralt lets himself drift further and further into that corner of his mind reserved for nights like this one, into that corner that longs to breed Eskel and see him grow large with Geralt’s pups. 

Geralt’s lips travel back up of their own accord until his mouth latches onto one of Eskel’s nipples, pulling a startled gasp from his lover. Geralt presses the flat of his tongue against the areola and gives the sensitive bud a tentative suck. If Geralt concentrates hard enough, he can imagine how Eskel’s milk would taste, sweet and warm and filling. Eskel nearly bucks him off then, but Geralt’s steadying hands on his lover’s hips brings Eskel’s twitching under control. Once his lover has relaxed into the mattress and gotten used to Geralt’s suction, Geralt brings one hand up to cup Eskel’s other pec, squeezing the meat of it between his calloused fingertips. Eskel’s tits - so firm, but layered with a softness that Geralt adores - look so inviting that Geralt cannot resist temptation much longer. He switches sides, barely giving Eskel a moment’s respite before latching onto the other nipple and resuming his gentle ministrations. 

“Ger’lt… gonna-” 

That is all the warning Geralt gets before he feels Eskel’s cock twitch and spill hotly between his and Geralt’s body. The thought that Geralt made Eskel come just by focusing on his nipples has no business making Geralt’s cock twitch in the way it does. He pulls away from Eskel’s sensitive nipple with a wet ‘pop’, flicking his tongue at it one last time. Eskel looks dazed, maybe a little bit shocked at himself even, but Geralt is quick to wipe the insecurity he sees reflected in his lover’s eyes with a hungry kiss. 

“Fuckin’ love your tits, Kel,” Geralt growls between two heated kisses, “love how soft they feel under my hands, love how sensitive they are… they look so full already. They’ll get fuller once you’re heavy with my pups.”

Eskel makes a choked noise at that. He throws his head back against the pillow and lets out a needy little mewl, Geralt’s name falling from his lips like a prayer or a plea. Geralt smiles wolfishly at the sight. 

“Would you like that, sweetheart? Would you like for your tits to fill with milk until they’re nice and heavy for me? Bet you’d be leaking so easily, too. That’s okay, though,” Geralt leans in to capture Eskel’s lips in another sloppy kiss, “because when that happens, I’ll lap it all up and relieve you of the pressure. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Fuck, Geralt!”

While Geralt is now firmly in the right mindset, he knows that Eskel won’t engage with him as much when they’re playing this game. Eskel is enjoying himself, that much is clear, but he doesn’t feel the same need to breed - or, in his case, be bred - as Geralt. Eskel’s pleasure comes from having Geralt’s attention focused solely on him, and having Geralt whisper soft praises about Eskel’s body. That’s fine, Geralt thinks to himself as he reaches for the slick he stored away in the bedside table, so long as Eskel is getting something out of this too, even if they’re both getting different things out of this game. 

Geralt gets to project his fantasies onto his lover, while Eskel gets to be worshipped by Geralt. A win-win situation if Geralt’s ever seen one. 

“You still good?” Geralt rasps just as he pops the cork of the vial open with his thumb. Eskel nods jerkily in response, his chest heaving with the force of his panting. 

“All good. Need you, Wolf, please!” 

And how can Geralt deny his lover this when Eskel begs him so sweetly? The night is just beginning.