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Made With Love Part 3

OM Brothers & Datables x reader pt.3

Featuring Special parts with Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Part 1 Here

~Now that you know how to nullify the Love Potion's effects, you wander the castle in search of your loved ones. But as you venture through these darkened halls you feel like you are being hunted.

WC: 7.1k

Warnings: Love Potion based personality changes, obsessive behaviors, mention of suggestive behavior, lots of teasing, kissing, touching, etc, Reader is implied to be smaller than Beel.

Asmodeus’ part alludes to past experiences of SA (not with the reader). If that topic makes you uncomfortable please skip it.

a/n: sorry for the wait my friends. I know so many of you have been looking forward to this part so I hope you like it!

Intro~

The air in Solomon's lab smells both burnt and strangely damp as Luke pushes his way inside. His little heart is pounding furiously as the door shuts behind him. Bits of dried herbs from experiments past litter the ground and crunch under the angel's feet.

Running from the palace has left him winded, and the stress from the situation makes his heart beat furiously in his chest, but he can't rest.

How could he after what he did?

Guiltily, he pulls out his DDD and taps on the darkened screen. It glows to life at his touch, illuminating the sweet photo of you and him working behind the counter at the RAD bake sale; one look at your kind smile sends him plunging into the deep dark sea of guilt as he is reminded once again that he is the one responsible for sending you into the lion's den to save everyone. Although he knows that none of his friends would ever hurt you, he worries that their love potion induced obsession may unintentionally cause them to act carelessly. Nervously, he checks his notifications and sees that he has no new messages from you. Which at least means that everything on your end is turning out alright.

All he has to do is find the recipe book that Solomon used to make the mysterious Potion and somehow use the knowledge from his Devildom Alchemy 101 class to reverse engineer the antidote before his unpredictable, love-sick friends try to do something stupid.

Seems simple enough…

But as Luke's eyes scan the cluttered countertops and bookshelves, he wonders if there is any order in this cluttered chaos. Books are everywhere, they overflow the shelves, lean precariously over the tables, and some are dangerously close to the enchanted burners.

"How am I supposed to find the book Solomon used in this mess?" He cries aloud. The lab does not answer back and Luke is met with the last thing he needs right now; silence.

Right now, you need a hero, a guardian angel. And Luke will do whatever he has to do to save your special day and free everyone from the effects of the Love Potion.

He takes a deep breath and looks determinedly at his reflection in an old mirror that Solomon keeps around so he can see the physical effects his mystery potions have, "I got this." he says, placing his hands on his hips and striking something that Asmodeus refers to as a power pose.

This confident posture fills him with hope as the little angel rolls up his sleeves and begins to get to work.

"Man, my head is killin' me." Mammon groans, tossing his white hair back onto the back of one of the banquet room's many velvet armchairs. "That damn potion gave me one helluva hangover."

Sprawled on a sofa across the room lies Lucifer, who holds a cold rag to his forehead as he flinches in annoyance at every word from his younger brother. "Silence, Mammon," He murmurs in a murderously low tone. Dark tendrils of energy flare up from around him, darkening the already dimly lit room. "If you continue to run your mouth, I promise you I will string you up till you turn purple."

Mammon's eyes widen in fear, "Right… Noise… Headache… Sorry." he gulps nervously as the dark flames die down. "I'll be quiet."

"Thank you," his brother says, rubbing his temple. "I'm glad we have reached an understanding."

Mammon sinks deeper into his seat as an uncomfortable silence befalls the room. He just can't believe that the afternoon has turned into this period. He was supposed to be having a great time with you and stealing every second of your time that he could. Now, he's confined to the banquet hall, feeling like he just got run over by a pack of HellHounds.

His head is practically throbbing with discomfort, and all he wants to do is go home and lie down in a dark room with you in his arms.

'Why did that damn Chihuahua have to go and ruin everything?' he thinks to himself, too worried to speak aloud after Lucifer's threat. If he hadn't eaten that damn cookie, he probably would've been able to steal you away and remind you why he is your First Demon.

He continues to wallow in his self-pity and potion-induced hangover until the door to the banquet hall opens slowly. Levi takes small steps with his squeaky shoes, leaving a puddle of pool water behind him in his wake.

Intrigued by his brother's drenched appearance, Lucifer sits up a bit in his chair, and his cold rag falls off of his forehead. "do I even want to know what happened?"

Levi's eyes widen, and a deep red blush creeps up his neck. "I don't wanna talk about it." He mumbles shyly.

"Why are ya all wet?" Mammon asks from his spot; although he's curious, he keeps his voice low so as not to invoke the Wrath of Lucifer. "Did Mc see how ya were actin' like a jerk and toss ya in?"

"No…" he mumbles, looking down at his dripping shoelaces. "I pulled them in."

Both brothers jolt upwards and look at each other in alarm. "Oi, what do ya mean ya pulled em in? Didn't ya know humans are fragile? They can't grow gills like ya can, idiot." Mammon spews worriedly.

Lucifer, on the other hand, has fallen murderously silent, his hands gripping the arm of his sofa until the enchanted wood begins to crack under his palms. "

"I-it's not like I wanted to do it." Levi stutters, trying to defend himself. "I-it was the potion, it made me want t-to keep them someplace only I could get to."

"And do what?" Mammon asks, rolling up his sleeves as if his fist is about to make contact with the Otaku's face. "Drown 'em?"

Levi opens his mouth, but no sound escapes him. His poor brain is too busy trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swimming around in his fandom-filled brain. Guilt, Exhaustion, Lust…Lucifer clears his throat. "Clearly, you are going to have to make it up to Mc after this whole nightmare is over." he pauses for a moment as a bit of shame flashes in his crimson gaze. His features fall as he recalls his previous behavior. "We all do."

"Not me," Mammon adds unhelpfully. This partially true statement earns him a death glare from both his brothers.

Satan~

"Come on, come one, come on," you mumble as you hold the power button to your waterlogged DDD in vain. But the screen doesn't even humor you with a weak flicker or a hum.

"Shit," you mutter, sliding the dead weight into your still-damp pockets. "Damn it Levi."

Deep down, you know it's wrong to blame the Avatar of Envy for this. After all, it was only because of the Love Potion that compelled him to lure you into the water like some kind of demonic siren and unintentionally destroying your clothes and your device.

But every squeaky step in your still-wet shoes has you wanting to send him the bill for your replacement DDD.

Knowing how embarrassed he felt when you broke the spell on him, he probably would give you double what you asked for.

With a shrug, you shove the destroyed tech into your soaked pocket and continue your search for the others.

Although this wasn't the day you had planned for, you have to say this lovey-dovey scavenger hunt of yours is definitely amusing to you. Getting to see the Brothers and apparently everyone else acting completely different is nothing short of entertaining.

But as you continue to search, your wet clothes feel uncomfortable on your body; if you are going to find everyone before the end of the day, you'll need to get changed into something else. Something dry. Something more comfortable.

As you turn the corner you realize that you have been in this part of the castle before. The familiarity of this hall comforts you as you follow the path to the spare room Diavolo had gifted you for the nights you choose to stay over. Where your dresser of your spare clothing awaits you.

You step into the room as the door shuts behind you a bit louder than you expected it to. Now alone in your safe place, you take a moment for yourself and grab a set of loungewear to throw on; the soft fabric feels much better against your skin than the wet, scratchy garments of minutes past.

Glancing down at the pile of your wet clothes on the floor, you grimace and take them to your spacious private bathroom to dry over the tub. It only takes a moment, but when you come back into the bedroom, you notice the hallway door is open.

'That's odd,' you say aloud, "I thought that door shut when I came in."

Before fear can begin to simmer in your gut, you are ambushed from behind by a warm figure. You let out a yelp as you lose your balance and fall over onto the carefully made bed with your attacker.

You squirm, trying to twist out of the firm grip around your waist with no success. When you feel the unnatural warmth radiating from your attacker's skin, you pause and notice the familiar blond head of hair that nuzzles into the nape of your neck. Relief crashes into you like you're a bird in a window cleaner commercial, and you stop fighting. "Satan?"

Upon hearing his name, the Demon perks up and pulls away to get a look at you. And aside from the hearts where his pupils should be, the usually intelligent avatar of Wrath appears to not have a single thought behind his eyes.

"Cutie pie." He hums, reaching up and pinching your cheek. "I missed you so much."

"You missed me?" You tease, a smile curling up on your lips in amusement. You ruffle his layered blonde hair, and he seems to lean into your touch like an eager puppy. His usual cat-like nature is completely gone, thanks to the effects of the strange love potion.

"Soooo much," he whines. "I haven't seen you in forever."

"Oh really?" you hum. "So, what have you been doing up here?"

"Was looking for you…" hu murmurs, "But then I got lost and didn't know how to find you; I got worried I would never see you again, and I got really sad."

"It's only been four hours." You remind him gently.

He furrows his brow and cocks his head in confusion. "Oh. How long is that again?"

"Not long at all," you say, taking your hand away from his head. When the Demon no longer feels the heavenly sensation of your touch, he looks up at you with big eyes full of hurt. You feel unbelievably guilty as you place your hand back atop his head and once again return to playing with his hair.

That lovesick smile returns to his face, and you are sure that if he was in his demon form, his tail would be wagging like crazy. His heart-shaped pups seem to come in and out of focus as he looks at you. "You're the goodest ever." he smiles.

"Guess what? You're even better," you respond.

One simple compliment seems to be what drives him over the top. His blush deepens as he tosses his head back and laughs. He giggly kicks his feet on the side of his bed as he wraps his arms around you again.

"Noooooo, you're the bestest." He says stubbornly.

All right then, you win." You relent. "Do you want to know what you win as a prize?"

"What do I get?" he says eagerly, crunching his hands into fists. As cute as he is acting, you really need to break the spell. Cute puppy love is entertaining, but you know that the real Satan would hate the way he's acting now.

Gently, you take your hand and cup his cheek. He's all smiles and adoration as you lean in to claim his lips.

The moment your lips touch his, you feel his body tense up with realization, his posture straightens, and he seems to be recovering his sense of self.

By the time you open your eyes, the Satan you know and love is back.

"The details of how I got here may be blurry," he says softly, gently stroking the side of your face. "But ending up here with you certainly was worth it."

Now you're the one blushing.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, taking a step backward to give the Demon his space. "What do you remember?"

"He concentrates for a minute as if he is mentally tracing his steps. When embarrassment takes over his features, you know he has figured it out. "It was the cookies, wasn't it?"

"Yep," you respond, relieved that Satan is back to his usual inquisitive self. "Luke used a bowl from Solomon's lab, and it had some weird personality-changing love potion in it."

He grimaces, no doubt recalling his behavior. "Mc, words cannot begin to express how ashamed I am of my actions, but I'm relieved that you were the only one present to witness my behavior. If I made you feel uncomfortable in any way, please accept my sincerest apologies."

"It's all good cutie pie." You say, mimicking his lovely dovey attitude from before.

He freezes and looks at you with a dull seriousness in his green eyes. "What do I have to do to make you forget this ever happened?"

"Hmmm, I don't know if I want to forget about this," you tease him, stepping closer to you to the point you are chest to chest.

"What If I gave you a real kiss?" he smirks, cupping your face gently. "Nothing like that pathetic excuse for one I gave you earlier."

"Are you bribing me?" You ask, endeared amusement lacing your voice as you look up at the avatar of Wrath.

"Perhaps," he grins. "I've read that kisses are an acceptable payment between lovers."

"Well then, I guess we're doing it by the book." You say, gladly accepting his payment. He kisses you desperately. Seemingly devouring your very soul as if it were the newest edition of his favorite series. But behind the genuine passion and adoration, he moves with a certain intelligence, knowing just what he has to do to take your breath away.

By the time you are able to breathe your own air again, you notice that Satan is beginning to feel the fatigue from the Potion's effects. His skin looks pale, and you can tell he is trying to fight off the impending headache. "Are you okay?" you ask, keeping your voice soft so as not to cause him any more discomfort as his hangover-esque symptoms begin.

"Yes, I'm alright," he murmurs.

"No, you're not. The others were like this too; you should go back to the banquet hall and lay down."

"But what about you?" The concern in his voice touches you, but you know you have to find the others alone. "I don't remember much about the others, but they won't be acting like themselves."

"I'll be fine," you reassure him. "From what I understand about the Potion, they won't harm me. I promise, if I need help, I will let you know."

"Okay, I believe in you." He nods but still looks worried. "But just know, if anyone attempts to cause you harm, I will burn this place to the ground and stomp on its ashes until I am satisfied."

His words send a flurry of butterflies aflutter in your stomach as he disappears around the corner, his footsteps echoing menacingly through the hallway. You have a feeling that his warning wasn't so much as given to you for reassurance rather than set aloud in the hopes that everyone else would hear it.

Alone again, you step into your guest bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to refresh yourself.

You definitely need it.

Asmo~

You feel like you're being hunted. Every single time you turn a blind corner or step past a darkened doorway, you feel like another one of your cursed loved ones is going to reach out and grab you.

Despite a few hiccups on the road, breaking the spell on the first four of the brothers has been pretty easy so far.

All of them have practically jumped into your arms and insisted on the Potion-breaking kiss within moments of seeing you.

Movement at the end of the hallway catches your eye, and you freeze. It's too far away to tell who it is, but you have found someone. You can tell from the way they stop in their tracks that they see you, too.

Although you do not hate the feeling of getting pounced on and smothered in affection from the beings you love the most, today has you feeling a bit jumpier than normal. The longer you stare at what is most likely a demon at the end of the hallway, the more nervous you get.

You don't know what to do. Should you run? Should you hide? Your brain can't decide on what to do so you brace yourself for them to lunge at you, but the embrace never comes.

"Hello?" you call out. The nervous tremor in your voice bouncing off the walls.

To your surprise, the person at the end of the hallway dashes away, leaving you confused and just a bit scorned.

"Wait, please," you call, running after them and into the statue gallery. Where you are surrounded by dozens of elegantly carved statues. The darkened room full of figures should make you afraid, but you get a smug sense of satisfaction from being the one doing the chasing this time.

You stop in the center of the room under the skylight. The cool moonlight shines down on you, and you can feel a pair of eyes on you somewhere in the room. "Hey, it's okay. Please come out. I just want to talk to you." you say between huffs.

Through the darkness, you hear a small, shy, shuffling sound as the one you were pursuing forward into the light.

Asmodeus steps forward timidly; his steps are clumsy and off-balanced, most likely due to one of the potions' many side effects. His pretty peach-colored eyes were big and sparkling. The heart-shaped pupils and light blush on his face look so fitting on him that you just stare at him in awestruck silence, taking in his beauty.

Instead of basking in your undivided attention like he usually does, The Avatar of Lust shies away from your gaze of admiration and looks down at the floor.

"Asmo," you say gently, noting this difference in his personality. "It's just me; why do you look so nervous?" You give him your friendliest, most encouraging smile and extend your hand out to him.

Just that simple gesture of love and kindness turns his cheeks a furious red, and he takes a quick step back, nearly knocking over a black marble statue of a Demoness with hair made out of pearls.

"Holding hands with you?" he asks in a soft whisper. "I-I don't know if I am ready for that?"

What?

The Asmo you know loves PDA.

You shake that thought out of your head; this isn't the Asmo, you know. If he's not comfortable with that, you need to make sure that he feels safe with you. Love Potion or not.

"No worries," you say with a kind smile, sitting on one of the carefully carved benches in the gallery. "How about we sit down and talk? Would you be okay with that?"

He nods his head slowly and sits down on the very edge of the bench.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like a decade. In that time, he doesn't meet your gaze once, but whenever you don't appear to be looking at him, his eyes are on you like he has an innocent schoolyard crush.

Finally, you decide to break the silence. "how are you feeling?"

"F-fine," he says in a small voice. He shuts his mouth quickly as if he doesn't trust his words around you.

"I'm glad to hear that you're doing well," you say, noticing the subtle change in his body language. He doesn't look like he is about to run off at any moment. "Why did you decide to run from me?"

He nervously picks at his perfectly painted nails, chipping the dual-colored polish and letting the colorful strips flutter onto the patterned stone floor. "I ran because I was nervous. The others are just so bold, and I thought you would want to be with someone more confident and sexy like Simeon."

'Simeon?' you think to yourself. "That's the second time someone mentioned the Angel's uncharacteristic behavior today." Although your curiosity is fighting to the forefront of your mind, you cannot deprive Asmodeus of the attention he craves.

"Right now, Asmo, I want to spend time with you." you say, "I want to make sure you know how much I care about you, even if you're not as confident as you usually are right now."

His eyes widen with hope as his furious blush creeps up to the tips of his slightly pointed ears. But he is too tongue-tied to utter anything. He goes to shyly cover his face with his hands but you stop him.

His skin is hot on contact, but you pretend not to notice. You can tell there is something he wants to say. "Asmo, you know you can tell me anything. Right?"

"I can?" he whispers softly.

"Of course you can."

He takes a deep breath and clenches his fist as if he's gathering the courage to force the words from his pretty lips. "Can I kiss you?" He spits it out so quickly that you almost miss his request.

Your smile is victorious, "Of course you can."

"C-close your eyes, please," he stutters, "It's better that way."

You oblige, letting your eyelids shut. You feel him lean in close, his nervous breaths hitting your skin as the spellbound Demon gathers the courage to kiss you.

You don't dare move; this kiss has to be done on his terms, even if it takes all day.

His breath hitches, and he goes for it, giving you the smallest, quickest peck on the cheek. Before he slides over to the other side of the bench. A melancholy feeling blooms in your gut as you begin to wonder if that little kiss would really be enough to break the spell he is under.

But to your surprise, Asmodeus' laughter fills the room, and when you open your eyes, you see the Demon's heavy blush and unconfident posture subsiding.

"Asmo?"

The Avatar of Lust pounces on you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into your neck. "You are just too cute, Hon." he squeals, very much back to normal.

One thing you noticed is that he does not look anywhere near as tired as the others did after the spell is broken. Is it his concealer or is it something else?

He notices the way you are looking at him and gives you a dazzling smile. "It will take a bit more than a silly Love Potion to bring me down." he winks.

"You remember everything?"

"Mostly," he giggles. "I know there was something in the cookies and then I just started feeling strange. I felt like I was watching some kind of bad reality TV show. If I wanted to do something, it was like my body did the opposite." His features soften just a bit, and he looks at you with sincerity. "Still, thank you for looking out for me, Mc. Even if the real me would want to do more with you than just a cute little peck on the cheek, you waited for the cursed version of me to feel comfortable enough to initiate something, and that doesn't really happen a lot." His eyes turn glassy as he grabs your hand. "When you are as beautiful as me and used to having demons, witches, and everything else throw themselves at your feet, you find that people tend to take every inch they can get."

This time, you are the one who can't speak. The meaning behind the Demon's words causes you to hold his hand just a bit tighter as he blinks away his unfallen tears rapidly. This moment between the two of you may not need anything else right now. When words fail, you can rely on something as simple as silence.

"I should go lay down," he says at last, furrowing his brow. "You have a day to save, and I feel like I just drank a whole thing of Devil's Drink."

"Do I even want to know what that is?" you ask with a voice that seems to scream 'tell me.'

He tosses his head back in laughter. "Ohhh, you are so cute. Devil's Drink is a punch that consists of whatever types of demonus someone has on hand. It gets the party started, but afterward, you have the worst hangover ever.

"Oh my," you shudder, realizing that you and Lucifer are probably going to need to have a talk with him about drinking responsibly later on. "You should lay down then; the others are in the Banquet hall recovering as well."

He turns and starts to walk away before pausing in the corridor and giving you a sly wink. "Don't you worry, Hon; once this whole thing is over with, I promise you I will give you a proper thank you slash makeup Valentine's Date. Kay?" He puts his fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss before leaving you alone in the statue gallery.

"I'll hold you to it," you smile catching the kiss he blows your way as the carved figures around you send you encouraging smiles to continue your quest.

Beelzebub

All of this walking in silence makes you feel as if you are playing some weird backroom-esque game; you feel hyper-aware of your surroundings, listening for even the smallest sound that could lead you to find another one of your cursed men.

The bottoms of your feet feel slightly fatigued but you are spurred on by the fact you have managed to find at least half of the guys so far. At this rate, you'll probably be able to find everyone by dinner time.

Passing by a large window, the bright moonlight blinds you momentarily. You squint and step slightly out of the light, taking a glimpse of the miles and miles of dark forest that lies beyond the glass.

You take this moment to appreciate that so far, everyone is confined to the walls of the castle. This Love Potion has changed their demeanors so much that if they were to get out into the world, they would make quite the spectacle.

Suddenly, a cool breeze hits your skin, and you stop. The two large glass front drawers to one of the back balconies of the palace are wide open, and the sheer curtains are twisting violently in the breeze.

Knowing Barbatos would never allow this door to remain open for such a long period of time, you come to the conclusion that the door was opened fairly recently.

You begin to panic, your heart thrums wildly in your chest, and you worry that you're going to have a heart attack. You rush outside thinking that someone escaped and is out in the Devildom without their wits.

The cold air embraces you as you glance frantically around. Stepping up to the ledge of the balcony, you look down into the giant hedge maze below. It's only known to few if someone were to stumble out in there. It would take a long time to find them.

Swearing under your breath, you wonder if you are really going to have to go searching in the middle of the maze.

Before you can move to climb down the steps, a thin white flower pedal flies past your face, briefly pooping your nose. This little distraction has you turning your head, and you see a massive figure hunched over on a small-looking stone bench just on the other side of the balcony.

You are with a full sense of relief as you make your way over to them more and more flower petals seem to float to the ground. As you get closer you hear that they are mumbling to themselves.

"They love me. They love me not. They Love me. They love me not." You recognize that voice anywhere.

"Beel?" you say as the Avatar of Gluttony turns eagerly toward you and lets out the happiest little squeal of delight. You've never heard him make such an adorable sound before, and it fills your heart.

He springs from his tiny chair and lumbers over to you eagerly. His inhumanly strong arms wrap around you in a bear hunt that is so tight you can hardly breathe.

"Can't. Breathe." You out topping his arm to get his attention. He pouts but lets you down gently; even though you're out of his arms, he still has a firm grip on your hand.

"Sorry, Mc, I just love you so much I didn't wanna let you go. I've been wanting to be held by you the entire day."

"That's all right, Beel." You spot a flower petal Stuck in his hair, and you gently take your hand up to his face to remove it. He leans into your touch and lets out a happy little giggle.

"I knew you would come for me." He says enthusiastically. "but it took you so long I thought you forgot all about me. So I started picking the flowers so they could tell me if you loved me or not."

Glancing down briefly, you see flowers he was plucking earlier. You recall from a Devildom botany class they are called eternal daisies. No matter how many one plus a pedal from it, grow back after a few seconds. For the Demon to have amassed such a large pile of petals, he must have been doing this for a while.

"And what did the flowers tell you?" You tease, ruffling his hair; his violet eyes follow your hands as if they are about to show him the world's secrets. Your simple touch makes his heart-shaped pupils grow larger by the second.

"Flowers?" He sighs dreamily, unable to think of anything else but you. Curiously, you decide to let go of the gentle giant to see what he would do if you weren't touching him for a second.

His face falls, and he looks at you like you had just told him Hell's Kitchen shut down for good.

His kicked puppy persona hurts your heart so bad you immediately grab his hand, and the look of pure bliss returns to his features.

"You're so cute, Mc," he murmurs softly.

"Wanna know something? You're even cuter."

He lets out a delighted squeal and excitedly holds you again. The unnatural warmth radiating from his body makes you realize how cold you are out here on the balcony.

"Beel, would you like to go inside, and we can get you something to eat?" you ask, hoping to tempt him with food. But he shakes his head adamantly.

"M' not hungry."

Woah.

You pinch yourself just to make sure you are not dreaming of Beel denying you a chance to eat.

"Isn't it a little cold out here?" you ask teasingly, trying to take his hand and guide the larger Demon backward, but he stubbornly digs his feet into the ground and shakes his head stubbornly.

"No, If we go back inside, the others are gonna find you and take you away from me, and I won't get to hold you anymore."

"What will it take to get you to come inside with me?" you sigh. Normally, you don't barter with demons, but you are exhausted and just want to get inside.

"Could you carry me?" he asks, his heart-shaped pupils full of hope.

"Carry you?" you repeat.

"Yeah," he nods, swaying slightly, "like a piggyback ride. I am always the one giving them it would be nice to be carried around for a bit."

"That's true," you nod, glancing back at the door; it's only a few steps. "I guess I could try."

You crouch down slightly so the much larger, much heavier Demon can climb on your back. Thankfully, he goes slow so as to not throw you off balance, but you have to reach deep inside yourself to find the strength to move the Demon made of solid muscle who clings to your back.

No amount of strength training could've prepared you for this.

Beel nuzzles his face into your neck as you take step after agonizing step toward the door. When you finally let him down on the ground, your legs feel like jelly but the look of joy on his handsome features alleviates some of your back pain.

"That was so fun," he laughs, leaning in and kissing you eagerly as a form of payment. Although you are sore from this unexpected powerlifting session, you accept his kiss happily. It starts off tame and innocent, but he begins to lose himself.

His gluttony breaks through the spell, and he begins to devour your lips like he hasn't eaten in days.

When he is satisfied, you pull back and are relieved to see that he has returned to normal. "Mc, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't believe I made you carry me." he frowns, holding his hands together so tightly it looks painful.

"It's okay, Beel, I'm fine," you reply, ignoring the slight pain in your back.

"Are you sure?" he asks worriedly. There is so much concern in his gaze you find yourself immediately reassuring him.

"Still, you shouldn't have to carry me. You need it, I will carry you around.-"cut off by the loud growling of his stomach. "M' hungry"

"I bet you are, "you say. His current state of hunger is overpowering the headache the others are suffering from right now. "you should go into the banquet hall; there's still lots of food left over from the party."

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with me?" He asks, "Food tastes so much much better when I'm with you."

"I wish I could, but I have to find Belphie and the others. But I promise I'll be back soon."

You can tell from the look on his face that he wishes he could carry you back to the banquet hall with him, but he leaves. As he disappears out of sight, you hope that all the cursed cookies are hidden away by the time he reaches the banquet hall so he doesn't accidentally eat any more of them.

Belphie~

There is an uncomfortable knot in your back as you walk; giving Beel a piggyback ride certainly was not what you expected you would have to do today.

The sound of broken glass reaches your ears, causing you to flinch slightly at the noise.

What was that sound?

Where did it come from?

Is someone hurt?

Briskly, you walk towards the corridor where you heard the sound, your head on a constant swivel for any kind of danger or lone shard of glass until you reach a small staircase.

You don't think you've ever seen it before; the dark wood looks old but well tended by the Butler's expert hand.

Taking hold of a railing, you begin your descent into the darkened room; you feel along the wall for a light switch until you land on it and flick it upwards.

You find yourself standing in the middle of a massive wine cellar with thousands of unique bottles of Demonus. Surround you and you find yourself mesmerized by all the dancing colors of glass.

In the back corner of the room, you find the source of the earlier crash. Belpheghor kneels over a broken bottle of miscellaneous liquor. Shards of glass sprinkled the pool of deep purple liquid-like islands on the sea.

The youngest avatar of sin moves quickly, cleaning up the mess with a speed you have not seen from him before. He is so focused on the task at hand he doesn't notice you coming up behind him until you utter his name.

"Belphie, I heard the crash. Is everything all right?

His head snaps toward you, and he beams at you, his whole body seemingly abuzz with excitement as he scoops you into his arms. "Careful, there might be some glass still on the floor, I should hold you until it's safe."

"I hope that bottle wasn't too expensive," you shudder, looking at the remains of the bottle that is most likely older than your family tree.

"Nah, that one was only 500 years old. I thought you would like it since it's not too sweet," he mutters, brushing your cheek with his thumb. " I just read the tasting card and thought you would like it more than all those dusty old bottles."

"Five. Hundred. Years?" you breathe, swallowing nervously.

"Yeah, that's nothing." he laughs. "I am so glad you're here, Mc. I am so bored. Let's do something fun together." He is overflowing with this excitable golden retriever energy, and you can't help but be infected by it.

"Oh yeah? What do you want to do?" you tease, playing along with him. Although you still have to break the spell on him, you may as well have a bit of fun with this energetic version of Belphie while you can.

"Let's go hiking," he says at once. "It's too boring here, but someone once told me about a great spot for a hike. I have never wanted to go on it before since I would've rather been sleeping, but I think we could have a lot of fun."

"Oh, that would be fun," you smile, leaning your head against his shoulder, "Maybe we should go on a warmer day. That wind is really cold outside, and it will be hard to look at the stars with all the clouds."

His eyes fill with confusion as he looks at you with his unnerving heart-shaped pupils. "Why would I want to look at some dumb stars when you are right in front of me? You are so amazing I don't think I ever want to stop looking at you." Although he isn't going anywhere, his body can't seem to sit still. It's like he is hooked up to an IV full of Red Bull.

Nervous laughter leaves your lips, and you reach up to play with his hair. "That's really sweet, but wouldn't you get tired?"

"No," he says plainly. "If I close my eyes, then I won't be able to look at you until I open them again."

"Oh really?" A little plan is formulated in your head. "You mean to tell me you will never close your eyes ever again?"

He smiles innocently and shakes his head. "Never again."

"Not even to blink?" you ask, looking up at him with big eyes. With your head cradled in his chest, you notice that even his heartbeat is accelerated. Is this another one of the Potion's side effects? You make a mental note to remember as much information as you can so you can tell Solomon all about this once everything is over and done with.

"Not even to blink," he says confidently.

"Prove it. Staring contest right now."

The prospect of a challenge intrigues the Demon, and he gently sets you down on top of one of the cellar's many kegs. "What do I get if I win?"

"let's see," you hum, holding your chin in consideration. "if you win, we get to go on that hike right now."

"go hiking! Let's do it." he leans him close, never taking his eyes off of you for a second.

"Ready? Go!" You open your eyes wide and meet his gaze. Now that he is face-to-face with you it makes it a lot easier to steal a kiss from him.

Demon is ruptured in the competition at hand to even think that you're going in for the Bell breaking kiss until your lips are on his. And surprise and lets his eyes close, leaving you victorious.

As he comes back to his senses, Belphie relaxes greatly. His movements are lazy, as is his kiss. It's slow and comforting but perfect, nevertheless.

By the time you pull away, you see how heavy his eyelids are drooping.

"Are you tired now, Belphie?" You ask as he rests his head against your shoulder.

"Mmmmmhmmm," he groans. "How'd I get here? What happened to the party?"

"There was a potion accidentally mixed into the cookies," you explain. "I promise you I'll tell you everything later, but for now, you should go back to the banquet hall and get some sleep; your other brothers are back there waiting for you."

"Is Beel okay?" he murmurs.

"Yes, He's fine now."

"That's good." he sighs, dragging his feet toward the door. "Thank you for helping with all this. Why do we keep dragging you into these messes?"

"To keep me on my toes, I guess." you laugh, basking in the warmth of the Demon's gaze.

He smiles at your comment, but then a look of realization crosses his features, and he looks at you seriously.

"Mc, please be careful," he says suddenly, his left hand rubbing his temple as his headache grows. "I don't know why, but I feel like you should really watch yourself around Simeon."

"Don't worry," you reply softly, trying your best to sound reassuring. "I promise I've got this handled. We will all be back together soon…"

~Thank you for reading!

Part 4 coming soon...

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sillybigbird · 2 months

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OKAY, SO. Silvie here, before starting I'd like to remind you my IC accounts is @babsggordon and its the only one I mannage.

Previous recaps:

Now

This are are the events of the past week (In order from I remember):

Lazarus Pit

Gothamites started to randomly sip them, encouraged by the numerous PSA's saying to not to.

Alzhul discovers that his pit is being used underground by a lot of other organizations including the court of owls. But also he discovers the experimental additions to the pit are making people expell their organs off, he decided to work on a antidote to add at the pit because theres no way to get gothamites away from it (LMAO). Hes having a lil redention arc

Multiverse

Theres a lot of alternative versions appearing, the most popular are more Dick Grayson's appearing out of nowhere and a lot of there people crashing, so far this are the ones that I know.

Spiderman everywhere, it started with our lovely Peach.

Starfire

Tommy Shepard

Deadpool and one of his variants

Julian Gordon

This is not multiverse but since we're talking of additions we should mention Lux and his initial arc who consisted in dating Crimson, Deadpool, Nightwing by Circus-champion, Kyle, and John Constantine (who also joined this week).

Duke also joined us. (Hi Duke o//)

Helena also joined us

Kidnapping

This was a popular topic this week, this were the kidnaps and consecuences:

Jason: A guy named Evangeline claiming being Jason's original partner appears in our universes Dick Graysons Anons with threats of kidnap Jason, and he does but Constantine, help us rescue him. And they're chilling with Hinata, Deadpool, and Crimson in there where Giovanna Talon appears to attack everyone. Lux f*cking kills her and revives him

Giovanna: That attack was useful to kidnap her and so, Hinata, Crimson, Lux and Babs are trying to debrainwash her.

Dick Grayson: Babs and Wally kidnaps Renegade and retrieve them back to the "Bat's army" (idk how to call it).

Random and pending events

Damian and Jon Start dating

Hinata and Tommy start Dating

Aswell Bart but I missed with who

JJ is apparently fine!

Blackhawk (Hal Jordan) is kinda having his redemption arc but as Talon where he just stopped pushing g everyone away lmao

An apple, TWO faces and joker are fighting for gothams mayor elections

Update on Babs events

She and Dick adopted a new kitty

James Gordon Jr is back and she's losing her head everytime he's around

She's also trying to protect Julian not only from the pit and Talon mess, but now James can find him and she's kinda stressed out

Food poisoning :(

Current events I know of but there still going on and it's not mostly of common canon knowledge

Deadpool did an feather errand for the coos (oh boy)

Jason is getting an ultrasound 👍

If I missed something feel free to add

Additions

By @why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat

(Bart got with Jamie. Jason and Roy adopted Damians little brother (Yao I think?) not to long ago to. Jason, Liang, and Joker also had an arc or are still going with it I don't remember. Dick "notnotnightwing" got bought by the COO apparently because he asked them out as a joke so that he wouldn't get killed. Damian got another animal, RR totally got mauled by a (different) cat. Another Nightwing "officialnightwing" is like, flirting(?) with a reporter whose trying to prove that the Waynes are the Bats.)

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kaiso-woo · 10 months

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Soonie, Doongie and Dori

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-> Masterlist

PART 11 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE OTHER ONE BEFORE THIS!!

WC: 4.7k | Synopsis: I don't really want to spoil anything, but Chris takes you out on an adorable... rather significant date.

Notes: Fluff OVERDOSE, Angst, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - REFERENCE NEAR END

PART 11

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

Complete with an amused smile and a laughing man at your side, you gently shove Minho out of your Café, encouraging him to leave for the umpteenth time. “Min they will be fine,” Chris insists, his cheerful face hidden between his fingers, trying his best to stop his laughter.

“Turn the TV on for Soonie if he misses me; he’ll watch something with me in it!” The worried man yells, craning his neck to try and catch sight of his cats one last time before he leaves. “Yes and Dori’s favourite toy is that fluffy mouse on a string, and Doongie likes to sleep on pillows, and all three of them like the same cat snacks,” you recite, the specificities ingrained in your braincells.

Minho’s cats have come to stay while his parents go on vacation. They can’t stay at his dorms obviously, so instead you offered to help him out. Your Café does have that pet day/night care… but this one would be free of charge. “I’ll be back as often as I can Y/N, thank you so much,” Minho bows, and you shake your head at him. With one final fleeting glance through the windows, Minho disappears from sight.

Chris wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling into you from behind, “He loves his cats more than he loves us, I swear.” “They’re his kids, what do you expect?” You grin, turning your head slightly to kiss his cheek.

"And you’re sure it’s definitely okay to leave his kids alone in your apartment for a few hours tonight?” Chris questions, pulling away from you to head upstairs. “Absolutely, I’ve made my place cat proof and there’s plenty of entertainment. I might just leave the TV on too and put on a playlist of Stray Kids content,” you chuckle, following your boyfriend upstairs.

Right, Chris has organised a little date - but he hasn’t told you what. Sound familiar?

“Hey Chris- can you at least give me a hint so I know what to wear?” You sigh, rummaging around in your wardrobe, stressing. After a second of silence, Chris walks in to join you. He looks a little flustered, his hands fidgety and eyes wide. Biting his lip, he tugs at a random pair of pants from your shelf, tosses them at you, then after a brief hesitation, disappears to his wardrobe and fishes out one of his hoodies.

You raise your eyes at him and he shrugs, “Comfy is all you need, don’t stress.” Then he disappears around the corner again, sprinting away with tiny steps. “Comfy is all I need,” you repeat, voice mocking as you throw his hoodie over your head, “Then what the hell are you wearing Christopher?”

It’s a valid question.

He’s dressed in a light blue collared button up with the sleeves rolled up, faded-grey ripped denim jeans and stylish black platform boots with innumerable laces and even a decorative zip down the side. You supposed he looked comfy, but still he was a lot more dressed up than just a pair of jeans and his hoodie.

You sigh and brush your hair out of your face, trying to neaten it up in a way that it’d still look okay underneath a hood. You’re half contemplating taking your fashion into your own hands and finding something to wear yourself, using Chris’ fit as a guide, when the man in question ricochets into the bathroom.

“Hey- how far away are you from finishing up?” He breathes, eyeing you from head to toe. “Like five minutes- I just need a little makeup since you said ‘dress comfy’,” you frown, staring at him through the bathroom mirror. Dress comfy. He’s wearing makeup himself and has his hair all styled… and you’re… in his hoodie. “Chris- why are you-”

“Can you make it ten minutes? Take as much time as you need…” he pleads, puppy eyes emerging from nowhere. At this you turn to stare at him, hands disappearing into the sleeves of his hoodie since it’s a little oversized.

“You want me to take longer?” You breathe. He’s got silver jewellery on too; thick, circular earrings and pearled bracelets. “Yep,” he simply replies, and then disappears again. “Uhm…” you’re left dumbfounded as you slowly turn back to the mirror.

Rather than the five minutes you had proposed, you extend it out to fifteen, trying to find jewellery that compliments the jewellery Chris is wearing. By the time you exit the bathroom, sneakers and socks in your hand, the sun is beginning to set. Chris is crouched by his bedside drawer, scrummaging through the contents.

“Where the fuck did I put it?” You stand there, watching him as he bends to peer under the bed, “Where the fuck- how the fuck?” When he props himself back up on his knees swiftly, he freezes at the sight of you staring at him.

“Need help finding something?” You laugh, stooping to put your socks on. “No,” he curtly responds, hoisting himself up scratching the back of his neck, “No- it’s fine… I’ll find it-”

You shrug and finish putting on your shoes as Chris returns to his frantic search, “Wanna tell me what it is? I might’ve seen it.” Chris laughs and disappears into the office, shifting a stack of papers out of the way by the sound of it, “You won’t have seen it. It’s fine, I’ll find it.”

You frown and poke your head around the door, watching him open drawers roughly and slam them shut with just as much force. “If you’re looking for your wallet… it’s in the kitchen…” you helpfully add, smiling as Dori pads up to you and rubs up against your leg.

“No… it’s fine I know where that is. It’s fine. It’s okay, I’ll be with you in a sec just head down stairs babe, I just need… five minutes,” he mutters, whizzing past you and out into the living room. You follow him out and see that he’s desperately searching every nook and cranny of the couch. “Christopher- what are you looking for?” “Sorry Doongie, you’re gonna have to move mate… did you eat it?” “Chris.” “Where the hell did I put it?” “Christopher.” “How did I manage to lose…” “Honey.”

Finally, he stands to look at you, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. “Is it that important…?” You tilt your head at his silence, at his eyes drilling into your own. “You have no idea…” he whispers, then throws his head back with a groan, “Just go downstairs, I’ll be with you in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, yeah?”

You do as he says, mind spinning excessively as you idly scroll on your phone. Chris rubs your back to let you know he’s behind you, and when you turn around your heart fades a little at the sullen expression on his face. “Couldn’t find it?” You whisper calmly, and Chris smiles sadly. “No. Nope. I’m an idiot… but…” it takes him a great deal of effort to say the next few words, his voice strained, “but it’s okay, we should just go before it gets too late.”

“Where’s your car…?” You ask, blinking at the empty spot where it usually sits out the front. “It’s already there,” Chris sheepishly smiles. His overall posture is still deflated, and even though you’ve assured him countlessly that he’ll find this important object one day, nothing seems to cheer him up.

“It’s… already there…” you repeat, eyes narrowed, “if… the car is already there then how are we supposed to- okay none of what you just said makes any sense.” Chris pulls you towards him to kiss your forehead, and then with a soft smile, links his hand with yours easily. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s not too far,” he strokes some hair out of your face and begins to drag you in the direction of his… mysterious date.

He’s right. He’s taken you to the park around the corner, the place where you’d go to eat ice cream, or feed the ducks, or bask on a picnic blanket in the sun. Sometimes you’d go for a walk, or for a bike ride… skateboards was always the best. In no time, you spot Chris’ car parked on the grass, and you dimly wonder if this is even allowed. There’s no one else around though - the sun has just about disappeared behind the horizon.

As you draw nearer, Chris unlocks his car and drags you around to the boot. “Okay wait here,” he insists, and with a deep breath, he opens up the boot to reveal… a picnic… set up? He’s pushed the back seats down so there’s more space, and there are cosy blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere. Your favourite books are nestled in the corner, and you have a feeling he’ll want you to read to him - one of the many things he asks you to do when you’re together.

There’s a little picnic basket waiting to be opened on the other side, and a box of sweet treats carefully decorated. Chris takes another deep breath and reaches into the car to fiddle with a switch. In just a second, a string of fairy lights flickers to life, twisting and bending in and out of the blankets, along the interior of the car and dangling down from the roof.

Your mouth falls open in pure shock. “I’ll… I’ll turn these off later and open up the sunroof and we can…” he begins, but you finish his shy sentence before him, “Lie back and look at the stars?”

He smiles and nods slowly, biting his bottom lip nervously. Your face breaks into a delirious grin, and you charge forward to tackle him with a hug, positively knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“I love you,” you huff, burying your face into his chest and squeezing him as tightly as you can. His warm chuckle and arms snaking around to squeeze you back make your heart explode, the safety, adoration and security he brings with just those actions making your head spin. "I love you too..." he whispers, his voice breaking slightly.

“I love you, you’re adorable. You’re so- you did this all yourself?” You ask, breathing heavily into his shirt. “Mhm…” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head affectionately, and then one more time for good measure, “Only for you…”

You pull away slightly to stare at him, and your heart stops at his gaze, his tender expression. All you can see is you, reflected in his eyes. “I love you,” you breathe again. His eyes narrow slightly with happiness, and the corners of his lips quirk just a little.

He’s silent as you stare at him, grinning childishly. He’s silent as you grab his wrist and hop up into the car, dragging him with you. He’s silent because he’s watching you. Watching your happiness, watching the twinkle in your eyes. Watching the curve of your smile, and the gentle flow of your hair.

He’s watching you and wishing to god, wishing with his soul… that he hadn’t misplaced that ring.

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A/N: HAH HAHHAHAHAHA. HAH.

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“Jagiyaaa! You sit back down right now, I will feed the cats in two seconds,” you yell, trying to shove your books back into the bookshelf. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Chris shouts back, his head already buried in the pantry.

“I’m the one who offered to look after the god damn cats. Can you sit down for one second and pick out a movie?” You chide, rushing over to him and practically yanking him out of the kitchen. “I just want to help,” he pouts, laughing as you use all your strength to push him back to the couch.

Chris’ little date had felt like it lasted for eternity; giggling, reading, snuggling, staring, eating. The stars seemed especially bright tonight. Now you were back home. You’d only been out for a couple of hours at most, but it was enough to make your heart swell with love for this man. There was absolutely no way he’d be allowed to lift another finger for the next week, you swear.

You manage to shove him back to the couch, and he flops onto the couch when you force him to sit, pushing on his shoulders, but he follows you immediately when you turn away to get the cat food.

“Chris go away. I’m feeding the cats, stop being so stubborn,” you groan, speeding up your pace to the pantry. You swipe the tinned food into your hands and dash off towards Soonie, Doongie and Dori’s feeding bowls. Chris chases after you, leaping over the back of the couch to halt you in your path.

“Give me the food,” he grins, spreading his arms wide to stop you. “No! I’m feeding them!” You scowl, trying to get passed him, but he scuttles in your way again.

“Give it,” he insists again, this time gesturing with two of his fingers, his bottom lip between his teeth. You sigh and walk closer, pretending to give in, but instead press a chaste kiss to his lips.

When you pull away, his head follows you slightly, looking for more, and in his distracted state, you slip past him smirking. “Okay. Foul play,” he states, swivelling around to follow you again, “Just let me feed the cats.”

“Why do you want to feed them so badly?” You question, opening the tin and kneeling down to pour it into their bowls. He could be asking you the same question. Chris sits down next you cross legged and shrugs, watching you fill the three bowls with your tongue sticking out of your mouth, trying to estimate the portions correctly.

“It’s just one little job. And I wasn’t about to make you do it, not after that date you set up,” you continue. Chris has fallen silent, but you hardly notice, fixated instead on the cat food and your train of thought. He’s simply watching you again.

“I can’t believe you did all that by the way. It was so cute.” By this point, Chris practically can’t even hear you. He’s sitting with his hands in his lap, his head tilted to the side slightly, watching the movement of your lips.

“Anyways, I’m feeding the cats because you shouldn’t have to care for everything.” He’s smiling as he waits for that particular strand of your hair to slip past your ear and flop onto your face, his mind a haze, heart steadily beating in his chest.

“I’ll look after Minho’s cats, and I’ll look after you too, just like you look after everyone else.” Finally, you look up at him, and immediately you know he hasn’t heard a word.

“You’re not listening are you?” You chuckle, smiling at his dazed expression. He’s still silent for a second, just staring lovingly, and then the words tumble out of his mouth… the words you’ve been waiting for, and with a jolt of your heart you realise this is it.

“Marry me,” he whispers, not a fleck of insincerity in his voice. He’s not joking this time. He swallows in your silence, sitting up straighter to continue, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Look I know- I know I’m not on one knee like I said I would be- I was meant to propose properly like an hour ago during our date- but I- I lost the ring, I can’t for the life of me find it, and I’m so- I’m so sorry- but I mean- I just want so badly to be your husband- and even though there’s no ring-”

Your smile has only intensified into a grin with each passing second of him rambling. Slowly, you put the cat food down and reach into your front hoodie pocket, hands fumbling around for the item you’d stowed away, kept on your possession the moment you’d found it amongst his clothes two days ago.

“There is a ring though…” you interrupt, and he abruptly stops his heartfelt explanation. “What?”

Chris watches, his mind stuttering, as you prop yourself up on one knee in front of him and withdraw a familiar ring box from your (his?) hoodie. His mouth falls open slightly at the sight of it, growing exceedingly dry as you flip it open, revealing your ring.

“Will you marry me, Bahng Christopher Chahn?” You grin, struggling to contain your laughter. “Hang on- wait a minute- where did you find-” Chris begins, rubbing his face. “Awh just answer the question~” you tease. “No that’s not- I’m asking the question not you, that’s not how this is supposed to-” “Will you marry me?” “Wait- wait no this is insane, this is not-” “Will… you… marry… meeeeeeeeee?” “I’m so stupid.” “And I’m waiting.”

(A/N: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TELL ME SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS THIS PARALLEL)

Chris looks at you, then down at the ring, and then back up at you. He caves in those seconds, his voice cracking as he sits up on his knees and cups your face, “Yes. Yes of course you fucking shit, yes I’ll marry you.“

Finally, you let your laugh escape you, and his own face breaks into a grin at the sound. “This is unbelievable- I cannot believe this,” he murmurs, his voice feeble as he pulls you into a suffocating hug, “You had it this entire time? Don’t tell me you knew even when I was searching for it earlier.” “Oh I knew.” “You’re a fucking shit- I was so sad. I was so fed up with myself, I thought I ruined that entire date- you’re a fucking little shit.” “I could tell - you looked so defeated, but it’s okay… because it just made the whole date 100x sweeter.”

“I fucking hate you.” “And you’re sure you want to marry the person you seem to hate so much?”

Chris glares at you, then pulls you in for a mind-numbing kiss, your senses tuned in to only the feeling of your fiancé in front of you. You don’t even hear Soonie, Doongie and Dori meowing at you to move out the way so they can eat their food in peace. (A/N: Yeah! Move out the way bitches, us cats are hungry and our Dad would be mad at you right now!)

The sun was warm on your back, the sand ticklish between your toes as you took steady steps down the aisle, clinging tightly to Noah’s arm. You smiled happily at the adoring gazes of the rest of your family - Kiara, Dennis and Ryan. Chris’ family was here too, Jessica and Jack Bahng standing proudly with matching grins. Hannah and Lucas, you noted, had already been for a little dip in the water.

Stray Kids, and Ashley of course attended the wedding too - and as you walked passed them you couldn’t help but bow your head and laugh at their wolf whistles and cheers. Chris’ was a grinning mess, looking as handsome as ever, and once you finally reached him, he couldn’t resist kissing you happily. This of course, resulted in yells of dismay and laughter alike.

You weren’t wearing a veil, and your hair was completely out, blowing gently in the sea breeze. It felt... unnecessary here.

You barely managed to get through your vows, struggling to form a coherent thought with the way Chris was looking at you, and when it was his turn your brain completely malfunctioned, admiring the way his tie sat snugly on his neck, his windswept hair, the happiness on his face.

“You’re not listening are you?” Chris pauses, smiling softly and brushing your hair out of your face. You blink and turn away slightly, trying to wake yourself up. “Yeah sorry- I am so sorry- you’re just- hoo you’re hot in a suit I swear to god.”

As soon as the official ceremony was over, the Stray Kids members swooped in… grabbed you by your wrists and ankles… and sprinted you all the way over to the water, Chris being roughly tousled over too. You laugh at the familiarity of the situation, squealing slightly as the cold water drenches you.

Everyone surrounds the pair of you, Chris getting shoved into you as you try to stand, and you cling to him desperately. Jisung starts up the chant, and you grin at your husband, knowing you’re both thinking the same thing. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You do. This time you do. Chris pulls you into a searing kiss, tasting slightly of salt water, one hand cupping your face, the other clinging tightly to your hip. When you separate, his forehead remains on yours, and he whispers, “What do you say we dunk Jisung first, hey?”

You laugh and nod, then kiss him swiftly one more time before you both turn with mischievous grins towards Jisung. His raucous cheering ceases, and he morphs right back into a quokka, trying to hide behind Minho as you and Chris race towards him.

You’re sitting with your head resting on Chris’ shoulder, waiting patiently as he opens up a video on his computer. You’ve just gotten back from your honeymoon, spent travelling all over the place. To Perth, where your family lives, to Sydney, where his family lives and even back to the place where your other Café is located - where he first met you.

“So… this is something I’ve made…” Chris smiles, sliding his finger on the mousepad, “Actually, the Kids’ helped with the song… but I produced it, wrote the lyrics for it, and I filmed almost everything in this video.”

You snuggle into him more, excited to see what new Stray Kids’ content was to be released. He seems to understand your train of thought, “It’s not for Stray Kids though.”

You frown and look up at him, confused. He only smiles and slides the mouse to the top of the video, so you can read the title.

‘For My Love’

“Is this that- wait is this that song you started writing ages ago?!” You ask, jaw completely slack.

Chris kisses the top of your head happily, then after a shuddering breath, presses play.

(A/N: And you should pull up the song "Mixtape: OH" by SKZ too. I've tried to time the writing with the music, so I hope it's okay. When the song starts, continue reading onwards!!)

As soon as the music reaches your ears, you’re tossed into disbelief, the nostalgic tune hitting you hard immediately. On the screen, there’s only the title, flickering in and out of sight.

The footage fades in when Jisung begins to rap, beginning with carefully edited videos of you. Just you. Walking ahead of Chris, unwrapping your birthday present, making coffee… cooking dinner, working in your office, sleeping… dancing around in the living room, playing with the animals in your daycare, reading… brushing your hair, talking with customers, listening to one of Chris’ new songs, swinging on some swings.

Then you notice the videos start to include Chris. Eating ice cream together, snuggling on the couch, walking hand in hand… watching a movie, messing around in the JYPE dance rooms, in the studios, in the dorms…

I thought I knew I was arrogant as if I knew everything But I didn't know, with you Why does it get harder the closer you get?

During Chris’ part, his vocals distinct, he’s standing as a relatively distant silhouette on a beach, the sun setting wistfully behind him, dancing and singing as a shadow. Your heart is painful in your chest.

As the chorus hits, the videos of both of you return, but they seem brighter, more vivid. Perhaps there was a filter on the previous videos muting their colours. This time it’s more than just you and Chris. You and Chris are with Stray Kids’, then with Ashley, then with your family, then with his. Your eyes are misting over, and you barely register that the real Chris is humming softly along to the tune beside you. You don’t even remember half of this footage being taken, but you remember the events.

All the Stray Kids members are now yelling into the camera, but they bob down to reveal Chris behind them all, just so he can say “Can I call you baby?”

Ayy (Baby) Can I call you baby? Ayy (Yeah, baby) In front of love, I'm still a kid

From here on, the music fades slightly, disappearing to become merely background music. The footage is now the main focus, the music quietened so the other audio can be heard.

Chris has propped his phone up on the bedside table, and it’s with a start that you realise he’s sitting on your old bed, the one you had before you moved to Korea. “I got you back. You’re back with me now. I’m so glad that you’re- I’m never losing you again. I should have paid more attention. I’m just glad that you’re back with me.” Chris swivels around to stare at the bathroom for a second, “Mhm, yeah you’re in the shower right now. You’re home. You’re with me.”

New video, new environment. Chris is sitting on the common room couch of your old Café, playing with a pillow in his lap. “It’s your birthday today!! You’re upstairs with Ashley, she’s doing a good job of keeping you entertained. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna call you. Oi! Seungmin stop hitting Changbin!” “He hit me first!” “No- no fighting-“ The video cuts off as Chris reaches for the camera, his attention elsewhere.

The next video displays you, sitting on the floor trying to understand how to put the bed frame together. Chris peeks the camera around the door frame, talking in hushed tones in the background. “Welcome to your new home. Look at you, so hard at work already. You must be so tired jagi. Your plane fight must have been tiring, and yet you’re up and busy trying to look for screws. Behind you… nope other way ah there we go. You found them. Just like you found me. I’m glad you found me. I’m so glad you found me.”

When the bridge of the song hits, the mood is slightly different, and you know you’re going to have puffy eyes by the end of this video… because the footage shows a bridge. One that you distinctly remember. One that changed your life forever.

Chris holds his phone out to include him in the footage, and he stands there, leaning against the railing, smiling. “This is where I met you, jagi. This is where you found me. Right here, on this bridge. I tried to die. I did. I told you I just wanted to see what it looked like, but I lied. I genuinely- I wanted to drown. But you saved me. You still save me. Every day. Thank you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me.”

The footage swiftly changes and now Chris is leaning on a sign post, and his mood is considerably happier here. “I kissed you for the first time ever here, right after you ran into this pole. Aha, I remember that so clearly - I don’t know how you managed to- but anyways… I finally kissed you, after wondering for soooo long what it would be like. I did it. And now I’ve kissed you a million more times and will do so millions of times more. If you’ll let me.”

Chris is climbing a set of steps now, and he’s muttering into the camera, the footage shaky as he climbs. “I had to get permission to come up here, because you don’t live here anymore. The manager of this Café Studio does- but anyways. Look here we are, your old house! It’s a bit different now, obviously… but… if we go through here… ta dah! You said you loved me here. I was so happy, so unbelievably happy you have no idea. I’m never going to forget the way you did that. You were so cute wow… woah being in here is a trip down memory lane. Wow… you’re still cute by the way, just saying.”

The video fades to black, the final few notes of the song ringing in your ears, and in the same font as the introductory title, the words ‘Thank you for loving me’ fade onto the screen, resounding and final.

You turn to the real Chris, who’s softly smiling at you, his eye’s utterly full of adoration and love. “Thank you for loving me,” he repeats, and you pull him into a hug, crying into his neck openly.

Thank you. For loving him.

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-> PART 12 -> Masterlist

A/N: I'm a puddle right now.

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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sspextkr · 8 months

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ache - hanahaki!coriolanus snow/sejanus plinth

is it pain, or is it love? he can't tell anymore. all he wants is the antidote.

a/n: these bitches live rent free in my head. also listen to cherry waves by deftones while writing a big chunk of this so listen to that for better vibes while reading <3

word count: 2.2k

trigger warnings: emetophobia (descriptions and depictions), blood, injuries, illness, cliffhanger ending

It started as a small scratch in the back of his throat, an annoying itch that brought up the constant urge to clear his throat. It brought a rasp with it, making him sound slightly more gruff and intimidating than he normally did- There's an upside to everything, right?

The scratch persisted after a few days, developing into a full-blown cough. Great. Another thing he had to hide in class, along with the rumbling of his stomach and his headaches, while also paying close attention to every lecture given. The boy had refilled his bottle of water more times than he could count, hoping it would help soothe his throat somewhat.

Tigris suggested he take a day off and stay home, but like that would do him any good- If he wants that prize, he has to be there every day. He's gone in with worse, ghastly flu's and killer migraines. It'll all be worth it in the end.

“You look miserable, though.” She pointed out one day, sliding a bowl of her famous cabbage stew in front of him.

Coriolanus stirred the mixture, bored of the conversation already. “It's just a cough and run-of-the-mill stress.”

“You know that's not what I mean.” Tigris sat down beside him with her own bowl. “You look like you've got the flu again.” She pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. “Something worse than that, even.”

Coriolanus nearly flinched away from the touch. He was so out of it nowadays. “If.. If it persists, I'll see about perhaps getting it checked out.” They both knew they couldn’t afford it, but hey, a kid can dream, right? The Plinth's do owe him a few favors.. And they'd never tell. They were too kind.. It was a risk, but so was his health.

He knew Tigris wasn't completely satisfied with that answer, but it was the best he’d offer her. Beggars can’t be choosers. “Fine.”

ii.

Coriolanus began to worry himself when he started to cough up blood. The first time, he played it off as sinus irritation of some sort, but when he found himself coughing up more blood than phlegm or spit, that's when he realized it was something.

The coughing fits got longer, too, triggering his gag reflex. God, he hated it. The feeling of acid forcing its way up his throat, the shakiness it brought to his limbs. He wasn't weak, per se, just already malnourished, and not being able to keep anything down certainly didn’t help.

He'd have to excuse himself from class at least once a day and bolt down the seemingly endless marble hallways of the Academy just to make it to the bathrooms in time, not even making it to the stalls a handful of times. Blood rinses off porcelain fairly quickly, thankfully.

His mind raced with possibilities. Could this be a stomach bug of some kind? A strange flu? Something entirely different? Maybe he should get it checked out, but he'd have to be subtle when he asked for aid.

The Plinth's. Sejanus.That made his stomach churn, and his throat close up. Breakfast threatened to resurface as he thought of the Plinth boy. They were neither friend nor foe, just two students going about their days who sat next to each other- That's what Coriolanus thought, at least. Sejanus was attached like a puppy. It was endearing in a way. Pathetic in another. He showed the boy basic human kindness and got worshiped in return. It kept his ego well-fed, which was nice, considering he was starved in all other areas.

An elbow nudged his own. Speak of the devil. “You alright there? You look like you've seen a ghost.” Sejanus asked him innocently. Shit.

Coriolanus nodded, swallowing thickly. Here comes more. “Just fine.. Please excuse me.”

iii.

Seeing a regular doctor would do him no good, he deduced as he stared at the blood-stained petal in the palm of his hand. When the hell did he manage to eat a flower? It wasn't a rose petal. He knew the shape and texture of roses like the back of his hand. Was Tigris slipping new ingredients into their meals, and he just hadn’t realized it yet?

He could worry about whatever the hell that was later, for now, he had another handful of lectures to attend to. Tigris had once again begged him to stay home- He had never missed a day in his life, the Academy would understand- but anything less than perfection was out of the question.

Maybe he was pushing it a bit. The constant purging caused him to lose a lot of his strength. Was his hearing always that fuzzy?

Between the hunger pangs and the newfound difficulty breathing, his focus was slipping, too. He needed some sort of medical intervention, but his pride got in the way. Medical intervention also meant getting a loan, and the only rich kid who seemed to like him was Sejanus.

That funny fluttering feeling again. He'd gotten better at suppressing the random gagging, finding it second nature. The scratching got worse, too, borderline painful. Like vines were clawing their way up his throat. Maybe there were some back there, given as there was a flower this morning.

Others noticed his deteriorating state, too. He could tell by the way they stared at him- Most judging, others scanning for information that could be constructed into gossip later. He wanted attention, but not this kind. The only one who actually said anything kind was Sejanus.

The last person he wanted to see. And funnily enough, the one person who made the ache a little better.

Sejanus lived the life Coriolanus deserved. The one that was owed to him by birth. He should hate him.

So why did his heart nearly stop when Sejanus grabbed his arm to stable him in the hallways after he had nearly collapsed from exhaustion?

Why do the little comments he makes have the biggest impact?

iv.

Two months. He's coughing up bunches of flowers now. Carnations, primarily. Some babies breath. A mocking white rose here and there. It's painful. His throat feels torn up beyond belief, lungs never able to gulp down enough air and stomach barely able to keep in whatever he manages to scarf down.

He can't keep going like this. He needs some sort of intervention.

A doctor's visit is too risky. He doesn't need to be known as some sort of freak, harboring a new disease. Maybe a florist? The idea makes him laugh. He has enough for the main pieces of an arrangement. Maybe he'll start spewing leather leaf and eucalyptus, then he'll be able to complete it. What a hilariously morbid thought. It wouldn't look half bad.

There's only one doctor who's crazy enough to possibly understand this, and it's a horrible option, but it's the best he's got- Dr. Gaul. How would he even approach this? “Hello, Dr. Gaul. May I bother you for a moment? I’m purging flowers.” Maybe he had just finally lost it.

If it persisted, he’d go, he told himself. Just another day or two. This was the last thing he needed, especially with exam season right around the corner. He'd lost so much valuable study time because of this goddamn disease. His grades were slipping, too. Not enough to relinquish his position as the top student, but just enough to cause his professors to pull him to the side, and Sejanus, too, the doting idiot that he was.

“I know you're saying you're fine, but I can see it in your face. You're not.” Sejanus said one day. “You look nearly as pale as your hair, and your uniform looks loose on you.”

“Your concern is flattering.” Coriolanus said, not turning away from his locker yet. Damn textbook refused to come out. Maybe it held too much. “But I can promise you, I'm just fine. Snow’s honor.”

“It's not the worst thing in the world to have someone care about you, and to accept it, y’know?” He asked with his district drawl. Why was his heart fluttering?

As much as he hated to admit it, Sejanus was right. His help, he could accept. When the other was nearby, it felt a little easier to breathe and think, his own personal painkiller. Coriolanus couldn't explain why, but the relief he felt overode his curiosity. Maybe he'd have to keep him around more often and sit closer to him in their shared classes. He wasn't awful company.

Coriolanus turned his head to look at the boy, and his world turned upside down. The black dots at the edge of his vision extended their phantom arms and pulled him down into the abyss. He was barely able to register his body hitting the ground.

When he was able to finally swim his way out of the inky abyss back into consciousness, he found himself in Dr. Gaul's office. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to get help for once.

He found himself lying on a surprisingly lush bed, in a dimly lit room, sheets soft as silk and pillow so plush he thought it was made of clouds. He nearly groaned with relief as he rolled over. At least his bones could rest. He couldn't day the same for his organs, which felt like they were being torn apart and rearranged with every movement he made.

"Mr. Snow", the Gamemaker' voice echoed from the end of the hallway. The sound of stilettos hitting the ground followed. How annoying. "You've found yourself in an interesting situation."

"Tell me about it." He wanted to say, but even moving his tongue the slightest made him feel nauseous.

"Hanahaki, we call it. The disease of love. Flowers grow in the lungs, squeezing the life out of you one vine at a time." Dr. Gaul said. "Makes you wish the butterflies in your stomach thing were real, hm? Sounds a lot more preferable."

"Love?" Coriolanus swallowed thickly. Love?

"Love. Unrequited.. Or at least, that's what's thought."

Love was the cause of it? Really? That was just pathetic, really. “I don't love many.”

“That's what you think.” Dr. Gaul switched on the lights, causing Coriolanus to squint. They were obnoxiously bright. “The sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner we can get you feeling better. In the meantime, we have medication that should help the flowers shrivel up in your poor lungs. It won't dispose of them completely, but..” She handed him a pill bottle.

Coriolanus eyed the bottle carefully before unscrewing the lid and popping two into his mouth. He barely managed to swallow it before an onslaught of carnations nearly as red as his blood spewed from his lips, falling into the trash can conveniently in front of him. “.. I may have failed to mention that one of the side effects is instantaneous nausea. It's still in your system, don't worry.”

Coriolanus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, careful not to stain his precious school uniform with any of the miserable fluids. "What will cause it to disappear completely?"

"Having the feelings requited, of course. Better fix yourself up quick, you have a guest." The doctor taunted before leaving the room, dimming the lights slightly on her way out. Thank God.

A few moments later, a distressed Sejanus came rushing into the room, looking almost as pale as his classmate. "Coryo?"

"Hey." He attempted a grin. It looked more like a grimace.

"Woo.. Thank God you're okay." He kneeled by Coriolanus' bedside. "You had me worried there. Your skin went all pale and.. You collapsed. Coughed up some blood. Did she say what it was? Are you okay?" It was pure word vomit. The fluttering feeling returned in his heart.

"Yeah.. I know what it is. She gave me some medication." Coriolanus shook the pill bottle, not willing to offer any more information.

"Well, what is it? If I can ask." Of course he would ask.

".. Some silly disease."

Sejanus didn't skip a beat. "Is it curable?"

".. She says so, but between you and me? I don't trust her word on anything regarding this."

"I don't blame you, Coryo." Sejanus pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away a strand of drying blood/saliva that sat by Coriolanus' lips. The gesture made the flowers threaten to resurface. "What has she said?"

Coriolanus found himself leaning into the lingering touch against his will. ".. You won't believe me."

"Try me. I saw what I believe was a cross-hybrid between a lady bird and hedgehog." Sejanus snorted, bringing a smile to the others' lips.

".. Unrequited love."

vi.

After a grueling few hours of recovery, he was dismissed to glass, Dr. Gaul having granted him a full pardon like he was a criminal or something. Sejanus greeted him outside of the class, making sure to pay him special attention. The boy became his confidante for everything involving the disease. Somehow, it felt easier to talk to Sejanus about it. About everything, actually. He should've given the boy a chance earlier. He had a nice smile. And a nice laugh.

The vines in his lungs constricted. And that's when it hit him.

#fanfiction #the hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus #mlm #hanahaki #pre canon

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fair-night-starry-tears · 6 months

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I forgot I was doing the infection au but I talked about it with @anxious-twisted-vampire months ago about the concept of how this would work magic wise

Consider the blot is almost connected to a virus that spread like a plague. It makes people overblot even though the little magic being used, or the amount of stress/overwhelming emotions. This “virus” has began to form into something much worse. People would feel exhausted, dazed out, feel like they were spun, and lose consciousness over their actions. Such as forgetting their own thoughts, food, and life in the process. The virus has infused itself into the magic system, and will spread into the brain until the only thing their host will think is to feast on magic to gain more energy to infect others. If you attack it physically, you’re good as infected. But if you don’t use magic and range attack at a far distance. You’re safe.

This “virus” is weak to magic, yes it is connected to magic. But only those who were immune to them. There is a cure for this, but it all lives in the 7 domain of the once heroic 7 homes. Hidden with a riddle, and if gathered. Can make a substance of immunity to overrule the virus and “kill” it completely. But there is a catch. You would have to make a huge batch and the domains doesn’t contain that much.

Stage: Exposed, exactly as described (curable)

Stage 1: lack of sight and acute hearing (100% curable)

Stage 2: signs of nose bleeding and twitching, slowness (100% curable)

Stage 3: Magic overflowing and blot patches start to form (50/50 curable)

Stage 4: Blot overforming/virus taking a darker form to cause the body to have long limbs and black scleras (lost cause)

Stage 5: Infection complete take over, someone will “overblot” but will feast on anyone or anything to presume power. Anyone with magic source will be harmed on sight (run away)

And funfact. Crowley did make some for his family to survive. But I refuse to be peaceful for Darling and she didn’t take the beverage laced with the immunity so it went to Yuu instead. So Darling has a risk chance to be infected and turn into a monster.

Though I will make her either immune due to her overblot fusing with her phantom. She has more docile control over. But this also gives her a dangerous risk if the virus infects her blot. She will either be hostile and jaded, or break free from its nightmarish effects.

Dire will actually be useful and help Yuu and co to get more of the ingredients for the antidote. But trust me, this man will suffer a lot of consequences with many choices is him protecting his family then himself and everyone around him over his own life. SO KEEP HIS RECKLESS ASS ALIVE IF YOU WANNA LIVE DAMMIT

Cuz trust me. If he’s even infected, it will not a pretty sight to know the only person who knows how to get through each 7 riddles and come back ALIVE to get either ingredients will be the last hope of survival

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Tagline: Infected Magic

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stopdoomscrolling-cafe · 2 days

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welcome to my cafe !! have a seat !

hey there! welcome to our cozy little cafe. grab a seat and let me tell you a bit about why doom scrolling isn’t the best habit to have.

so, doom scrolling is when you keep scrolling through negative news or social media posts, and it can really mess with your mental health. it often leads to feelings of anxiety, sadness, and even hopelessness because you’re constantly exposing yourself to bad news. it’s like drinking too much coffee – a little bit can be okay, but too much can make you jittery and stressed.

now, let’s talk about how having hobbies can help. when you engage in activities you love, like painting, gardening, or playing an instrument, it gives your mind a break from all that negativity. hobbies can boost your mood, reduce stress, and give you a sense of accomplishment. it’s like enjoying a warm cup of tea – it soothes your soul and makes you feel good.

so, why not try picking up a new hobby or spending more time on the ones you already love? it's the perfect antidote to all that doom scrolling.

in front of you is our hobby menu. feel free to ask any of our kind waitstaff questions or requests!

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musical hobbies | playing the guitar, playing the piano

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m34gs · 1 year

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Continuing on our Twisted Wonderland Saw AU ask, what sort of trap do you think the vice housewardens would create if they were working together with their house wardens? 👀

Thank you for the ask, friend! (If anyone is wanting context, please see this post here!) I am thrilled to answer this.

As usual, there's a general warning for Saw-typical levels of violence, gore, and death ahead; please see the tags for specific warnings. I will put the answer under the cut!

*For the purpose of this ask, Ruggie and Ortho are considered Vice Housewardens even though they do not officially hold the title.

Trey - The only way Trey will design a trap is if it's prior to the growth of character he had after Riddle's overblot. Trey is an enabler. Riddle tells him he's doing a trap, and he might protest, but ultimately he will cave.

He's another one who would go for a simple trap; something like "in order to free yourself from your chains, you must reach into this pot of boiling water and pull out both keys and undo the locks with them". If the person cannot, they will remain there to die.

He cannot stomach cutting the jigsaw piece, so he gets Ace or Deuce to do it.

Ruggie - Ruggie would take it personal. He would definitely target people who do things like shut down food banks or make it harder for impoverished people to get food. He's got no qualms teaching these people a lesson.

His trap is set up like so: the person has been kidnapped and kept unconscious for hours, starving them. They wake in a room with only a massive heap of rotting/spoiled food next to them (which he definitely scavenged from dumpsters behind grocery stores). They have already been poisoned. The tape recorder tells them they must consume the antidote, which is in one of the pieces of rotting food. There's a couple ways this could go: 1. they pick up on the hint in the recording (it will indicate which food will be the thing they must eat) and successfully consume the antidote, 2. they frantically eat as much of the food as possible which leaves their shot at getting the antidote up to chance, 3. they cannot bring themselves to eat the rotting food and so they die, 4. similar to 2 in that they eat as much food as possible, but they force themselves way past their limit and rupture their bowels, go septic and die. However it ends, it will not be an easy experience. It's not meant to be.

Ruggie cuts the puzzle piece himself.

Jade - Jade doesn't have to be asked twice to design a trap. He's been working on an idea for a while. Jade likes seeing how things play out, how people will act or react to different situations, and he especially likes watching others go through the uncomfortable emotions.

His trap would be a pair of victims, connected to each other through the trap. Probably chained to the same saw, or something, and the more one pulls away, the closer the other is dragged to the saw. In order to get out, they need to give a certain amount of blood. The added stress? It's a pair of people who care about each other. They may be shitty people, but they're shitty people who love each other deeply. He wants to know; is the love deep enough that one would sacrifice themselves for the other? Will their selfish desire to live outweigh their love and drive them to kill the other? Or will they figure out that they can both survive, that he only told them a certain amount of blood needed to be collected, not that it needed to all be from one person? (very Saw V-esque, I know, lol).

He isn't rooting one way or another, he just wants to see what will happen. He is totally indifferent to if he gets to let them go or if he has to cut out a puzzle piece. Azul and Floyd are both pretty on-board with the trap, and willing to set up if he needs assistance.

Jamil - If anyone is gonna build an inescapable trap, it's Jamil. He's got enough arrogance that he thinks he is worthy of being judge and executioner, rather than just setting up a test. He tells Kalim, these people don't deserve a second chance or a shot at rebirth; they have a perfectly good life and they are throwing it away. They don't need saving, they need punishment.

His contraption is probably something like a person needing to cut into their own flesh to remove a key that they can use to disconnect themselves from a system of pulleys during a countdown. If they fail, the pulleys, connected at all four limbs, will dismember them. The problem is, they were always going to fail because the way they are positioned and strapped into the system they would never be able to reach their lower legs to unlock them on their own.

Kalim will never help Jamil with these traps. He cannot bring himself to hate Jamil, but he does not agree with this method of trap. Jamil cuts the puzzle piece, but it's just going through the motions to him. It means nothing.

Rook - Honestly, Rook's came to me first. It's gonna be a bit out there, but nothing that can't be done in the Saw universe. After all, if he's working as a Jigsaw apprentice, he's got all the access to John's engineering notes and work. Vil doesn't want Rook to do it, but I think is one of the few times they disagree with each other. Rook insists; there is beauty in the dark and violence, he says. There is something about suffering that is enticing. And how can he properly appreciate what Vil goes through if he does not take the chance to design his own trap?

The trap itself: a person wakes in a room with only their naked body and a knife, and, of course, a tape recorder. The tape recorder instructs them that there are dozens of small light sensors in the room, easily visible to the naked eye, implanted in the walls. The person can, indeed, see indicators where the sensors are. The sensors must all be covered within a limited time-frame in order for the door to unlock and open. What they don't know is the light sensors are placed so that when each one is covered it makes a mural; a mural of why they are in the trap in the first place. The victim has nothing but themselves and the knife, and it becomes clear they must paint the mural in their own blood, using their hands.

Rook would take each part seriously, and so he would easily cut the puzzle piece out should the victim fail...but he is hoping for their success, as he considers it a chance to witness the beauty of rebirth.

Ortho - I think Ortho tries to see it in the frame of 'it's like a video game'. He'd basically be doing this because Idia is, and he admires his brother too much. He's a bit blinded by his adoration for Idia. That all said, I think he would go hard on the design of the trap, in an attempt to impress Idia and earn praise. He wants it to be entertaining for his brother.

I could imagine him doing something a bit complex, but different than the bloodbaths a lot of the others are. A small sealed room with one way out, but the door is locked and needs a combination. The person can pull some round, cylinder sections out of the walls, which will have a number on them. They are not large enough for a person to crawl out of, but large enough to leave a significant hole. The cylinders, once pulled out, break just enough that they cannot be reinserted but the numbers are still readable (not sure how, maybe they score the cylinder ahead of time, or maybe the end just disintegrates and the number was under the top, but they were designed to break). Water starts pouring in through the holes. Every number is needed for the code. The cylinders are at varying heights, and one even requires the water level to be high enough to carry a person to it. Once the person has all the numbers, they must also figure out the order (though this should be easier because that will be hinted in the tape recording, based on why they are there in the room). If they do not succeed, they will drown.

Ortho does not cut the puzzle piece. He asks Idia to do it, because if Ortho has to confront the concrete proof someone is dead from his trap it might actually break him.

Lilia - We all know Lilia is an agent of chaos, but also very wise at times. I don't think he would have a problem creating a trap, but he's not buying into the ideology of Jigsaw the way Malleus is. He's in it to see what happens.

Like Idia, I think Lilia wants to have a bunch of moving parts. He would be another one to do a maze trap with minitraps spread throughout. I do think it would be set up less like "how will the group dynamics work" (Saw V) and more like "a series of trials for one person" (Saw III, VI, and VII). He wants to push the individual to see what they are capable of. It almost runs like a training simulation in his mind.

He has no problem cutting the puzzle piece at the end if he must, though he is disappointed the person didn't amount to what he thought they could do.

Those are my answers! Hope you enjoyed them, and hope you're not too freaked out by my crazy hahahaha. Let me know what you think :)

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