#yes i brought back the hair gradient for him

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Idia with bottom incubus reader 🙏

Where it's reader's first time being an incubus and he finally gets to do his job for the first time but he accidentally gets teleported to some random guy (Idia) instead of a woman

Coming right up~!

Title: Wrong Turn

Characters: top!Idia x bottom!incubus!reader

Contains: reader is an incubus, virgin Idia, pet names (pretty boy, sweet boy)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Yes! My first summon! You excitedly flew around the area, watching as the portal slowly opened in the middle of your domain.

Ever since your recent creation, you had been waiting eagerly to be summoned, awaiting to charm a pretty lady. Once the portal's flames flickered to life and stopped growing in size, it was safe to cross. You happily flew into the tear of space, flittering through dimensions.

It was quite easy to navigate. You followed the string of desires, like following a light at the end of a tunnel. It was a quick journey thanks to your speed, and when you popped up from the summoner's ground, you immediately burst into a charasmatic introduction, hand on your chest, posed dramatically.

"Well hello there, dear~ You've done right by summoning me. Trust me when I say that you will have the night of your life. We can go as long as you like, or you can leave all control to me and--"

Once your eyes landed on the summoner, you froze.

Blue hair flickered like a flame, dark stained lips were parted in surprise, and wide, tired yellow eyes were practically glowing against the dim light. There was a controller gripped tightly in trembling hands. Was this...your summoner?

Returning to a more neutral pose, you gazed about the room in silence. This certainly was no woman's room, at least, that you were aware of.

"...Well...This is embarrassing," you sighed out, rubbing the back of your neck. "I must have taken a wrong turn..."

"Wh...What are you?"

That voice... Yeah, this only solidified that you made some sort of error on your way over, but could you really blame yourself? This was your first summon, your first journey! There had to be some leeway, right?

Well...something had to be done. You were here, and you had one of two choices: you could charm this person into a night of passion, or you could wipe his memory and pretend this never happened.

And why waste such a good opportunity?

"Well my friend~" Returning to your more entertaining voice, you hovered over toward the other, a teasing smile already set on your face. "I'm your friendly little incubus~ I'm here to provide you with all the fun you could ever desire~"

He brought up the controller, using it to hide part of his face from your closeness. He was silent for awhile, waiting for you to continue instead.

"By the way your room looks, and..." You gave a small scoff, "by how you look, is it safe to say you haven't had a lick of fun?"

Amidst all the blue, you could see gradients of pink show from the controller barrier. The male's eyes darted away, afraid to now meet yours.

"Yeah, I thought so, but don't worry! That's why I'm here~" With a single finger, you pushed the controller down, revealing his flustered face to you. "If you let me, I can show you what it's like to have all that fun~"

You were surprised to receive an answer.

"O-Only if...I could...um..."

You hummed inquisitively, a finger tracing along his pale jaw before resting under his chin to tilt his head up. "Yes, sweet boy? Use your words."

"I...I want t-to...be the one to...um...p-put it in..." His gaze never met yours.

You fought to surpress a laugh. Really, this skittish little thing wants to put it in? To you, he screamed bottom, but this was his first time, so it was your duty to lead him through it.

"Alright, then~ Why don't we prep up~?"

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While agreeing to let him put it inside of you, you would be damned if this chihuahua would actually top you. You had him lay on his bed, the male keeping his clothes on, though his pants were unbuttoned and ready. He had his arms over his eyes, shielding himself from your nude form.

"Oh come on now," you teased, crawling over him and lifting one arm up from his head and uncovering part of his face. "You've never even seen a naked body that wasn't your own?"

You could see the pink seep to his neck. God he was so flustered.

"Well...before we get started, can I have the honor of knowing the name I'll be screaming...~?"

His breath hitched in his throat, the response almost forced out. "I-Idia."

"Idia...Alright~ I'm y/n, and it'll be a pleasure to have you fill me~"

Not minding his little flustered reactions, you sat yourself upon his lap, starting off with a simple grinding. It was enough to get Idia to whine out, the friction new and sensitive along his shaft. For you, it was just as pleasing. You felt him harden against you, and it sent chills down your spine. If this was enough to rile you up, then you knew you'd enjoy more.

It didn't take long for him to writhe his hips, his boxers and pants growing tight. His motions only drew more sounds from you, and your impatient self couldn't wait anymore. Sitting up some, you retrieved the hardened cock from its confines, practically drooling at the sight.

"Oh, you're a big boy for a virgin~"

No response, but you would make sure you get one as you positioned the tip against your ass.

"A-Alright, I'm gonna go down, is that o-okay~?"

There was a pause, but Idia nodded his head. You had the clear.

Thanks to your incubus body, taking cocks was actually an easy feat. You didn't need to prep up as much as a human would, and you were thankful for that. Upon sitting yourself to the hilt, your wings spread out in a flutter, your eyes rolling back from the sensation that collided with you.

"F-Fuck~!"

You weren't the only one making sweet sounds, as Idia, whimpered out against how tight you felt, how hot it made his cock feel. "T-Tight..."

"Y-Yeah, tight, isn't it, pretty boy? Does it feel good~?"

This answer didn't take long. In fact, it was almost immediate. "Y-Yes. P-Please, don't stay still."

You quirked a brow at the response. "Y-You sure? You...barely got inside."

While you were more than ready, you wanted your partner to be comfortable while intimate. Idia was, in fact, comfortable. So much so that he gripped onto your hips and thrusted into you, setting off a chain reaction.

You cried out into the air, your back arching as his hips came into contact with your ass. You felt a wave of bliss wash over you as you felt him piston deep inside. Strings of swears fell from your lips as you soon lost your balance and hunched over him, his movements not halting. For a virgin, he was quite excited, unless he actually wasn't a virgin? You weren't sure at this point. All you cared about was what you were summoned for: sexual fun.

"G-God you're so big...~" you moaned into his ear, clutching onto his shoulders. "Q-Quite a shock f-for a guy like you~"

He was silent, taking advantage of this once in a life time situation he had fallen into. As his motions continued, a name was sounded from his mouth, a name that was well known to you as, well, it was your own.

Your cock twitched against you two as you heard your own name muttered from him. You felt yourself already nearing your climax, and you only had your fresh creation to blame.

Coincidentally, Idia was nearing his end. Both your moans pitched in tone as you two came without warning. Your seed coated between you and him, dirtying his shirt as Idia's cum filled you in turn.

You two lay on his bed, chests heaving with every deep breath. You turned your head to give his sweat sheened neck a small kiss, causing him to shudder further. You then leaned up to his ear, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"How about a round two?"

[junipers-archive]

Flower Girls

Word Count: 650

Includes: flufffff, Spencer and you renew your vows, and your daughters Daisy and Violet are the flower girls!! (@radiant-reid i wrote it!)

"Mama do I get to hold the flowers?!" It was Daisy your six year old daughter chasing around your equally excited younger daughter Violet who'd just turned four.

"Yes honey and Violet's going to help you!"

It was almost time to get them changed into their dresses, and you were happy to find they were just as excited to relive the wonderful time that was wedding day as you were.

You and Spencer had decided to renew your vows for your ten year anniversary, especially since Daisy had made it clear how unfair she thought it was she wasn't alive to see the first one.

As you check your phone you find its already 10am and you had spent too long watching the girls run around the yard.

"Daisy, Violet! Come on, we gotta go get you two dressed!"

They both chase after you like you had promised ice cream, squealing.

"I get the pink one right mommy?" Violet's still developing her idiolect and pronounciation and you smile at how her voice swoops and cuts oddly as you enter your bedroom.

"Wait a minute I thought I got the pink one mama! what am I supposed to wear now?"

Daisy has discovered attitude which you blame completely on Spencer as he was the one to cause a scene when you took the last cookie from the tin a few weeks ago.

"Baby, you both got matching pink dresses remember?" You try to console her as she puckers her lips and scrunches her cute little eyebrows, looking remarkably like her father.

It isn't until you take out the dress in front of them that she begins to giggle.

In an hour you've dressed them both and have done their hair into little buns at the top of their heads per their request.

You're done as well, all that was left to do was meet at the beach, you and Spencer had considered a more formal option but seeing as it would've cost a fortune and time you don't have to plan it all you'd gone with the simpler choice.

You'd be meeting at the beach he proposed to you on and renewing your vows over a flower arch with only your closest friends and family, then you'd all eat dinner (you'd reserved a part of the resturaunt) at the place you and Spencer had gone to after he proposed.

It was simple, and it was perfect.

You were getting in the car with your girls when Daisy gasped.

"Mama" just like her father that one, "Where are the flowers!?"

You tried hard not to laugh at her expression as you backed out of the drive way, but it really was hard not to.

"Don't worry petal we're going to give you and Violet the flowers when we get there."

And you did, or at least Spencer did.

Once you got to the beach you all saw him standing and greeting the guests. Once Daisy and Violet did too they ran to him hugging his legs before he could catch them and toppling him over successfully.

And when they finally walk down that isle as the sun begins to paint the sky a beautiful gradient of pinks, oranges and blues he thinks about how lucky he is to have not only you the love of his life but also the two beautiful smart and talented daughters you both created.

Daisy and Violet hold two wicker baskets, throwing Daisy and Violet petals which you'd agreed had to be done.

You keep your eyes on them as they grin from their seats next to their auntie Penelope.

And when you both recite the loving vows you said exactly 10 years ago you also find that both you and Spence edit it slightly to include the wonderful human beings you brought into the world.

To which they of course squeal and cheer at until the ceremony is over.

[oneatlatime]

The Desert

Alternate title: Gimme Appa back.

"But I believe, Aang can save the world." no pressure kid.

I had completely forgotten about these two chuckleheads. For once the 'Previously On' segment is useful rather than spoilery.

Ok Aang is going to get the world's biggest pass this episode, because he's in the suckiest of all situations. But even so, how exactly was Toph supposed to come and get them, when she was both actually blind for once and the only reason the library hadn't drowned them yet?

Aang has something of a history of running away. Does going after Appa count as running away from his friends?

Zuko's theatre kid tendencies are genetic.

The way Iroh said "What Now?" you know he was actually saying "fuck's sake."

Zuko's hair seems to grow very quickly. I thought that I could use his hair growth to measure time passing but this is not tracking. He barely had a buzz cut in The Chase and now he's fluffy.

Two things: a) this guy has eyes greyer than Aang this episode. b) He's cocking his hands like that ridiculous Henry Cavill scene from Mission Impossible where he cocks his biceps.

This guy's spear has piercings. And is coming out of a Dragon's mouth.

I don't know that I'd call these guys legendary. They're zero for two against an Avatar in Drag and two starving refugees with three functioning arms.

Doesn't Katara ever change out her water? Or even use it up and have to refill it?

I said it last episode, and I'll say it again: why did five people, a lemur, and a ten tonne sky bison travel into a desert famous for its desertiness with only a single water pouch between them? Admittedly, if they'd brought extra water and left it on Appa, they'd be having the same problem, but still...

Is a kids' show actually going to go there?

They actually went there!

Honestly if you're dying of dehydration in the desert, eating strange plants is absolutely the way to go. I'd rather trip my way into the afterlife than just shrivel up and die.

I love the way Aang's glider shadow moves over the dunes. Another one of those tiny details that the animators could have left out, but they didn't!

Sand benders must get crazy high speeds if Aang can't spot even a trace of Appa from up high. He wasn't Appa-napped very long ago.

Everyone go watch the scene where Aang blows up the mushroom cloud. Go right now I'll wait. And pay attention to Sokka's mouth. It does the wave.

His mouth does the wave and his arms do the worm. Someone really had fun this episode.

Zuko breaking the world record for highest number of Fire Nation wanted posters. Despite being the only person on that board who's unquestionably loyal to the Fire Nation. What a nice reward he got for his loyalty.

How is that one wrestler dude's hair so shiny?

Why, other than plot convenience, would Zuko and Iroh be at the Ice Spring?

I see now that the left hand shadow is Sokka with a Momo on his head. But for just a second I thought it was Ramona from Scott Pilgrim.

There are some really beautiful colour gradients in this desert.

"We won't survive without Appa." Well yes, but you have to try.

If this is a normal desert they're going to freeze their butts off overnight.

No comment. Just vibes.

Hey this is a Katara episode! Toph is blind, Sokka's zoinked, Aang's given up, so it's Katara time baby!

This episode has no business being this pretty.

"Sokka. I was there." I'd be very surprised if Katara's voice actress doesn't have an idiot older brother. That line was delivered a little too perfectly.

I'm not going to comment on every Sokka is high joke, but rest assured I'm finding them all hilarious.

Those drinks cost a gold piece each. Where did they get five gold pieces from?

Colour me shocked. The chuckleheads actually had a good idea for once.

Colour me shocked again! I vaguely predicted this!

Zuko. Honey. How are you this dim? He's so very good at missing exactly what's in front of him.

"Gold?"

Big muscles. No brains.

Very pretty. The sand texture is good too.

Well that was mean.

Passive aggressive glider deployment. Also how low is that cloud if Aang can reach it to bend it?

Aang is not shining this episode (understandably) but Katara is going from strength to strength. I NEVER would have thought that she was someone who could keep her cool under pressure like this. Happy to be wrong!

I have no idea if Sokka is going to remember or be aware of this epic trip he's on, but this is probably the best time he's had in months. Certainly since Yue died. He deserves this. Bad timing, but he needed a break.

"You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate, and is dumb as shit and incapable of reading the room."

Why is there a flower shop in the middle of the desert? What clients do they have? Obviously it's a front for this pai sho secret society thing, but why did they pick such a nonsensical front?

Toph has so much personality that it's easy to forget how tiny she is. Like a little gargoyle.

Sokka talking like a Greaser was the thing I didn't know I needed.

Poor Katara. Now you know how your brother feels every time he has to save your bacon from your weekly prison break.

I am losing my mind over these colours. Especially after The Library.

"I have a natural curiosity." I'm going to start using that.

Oops they found the circle bird nest.

Hey showrunners, you're going to take Momo from me too? You sure you want to do that? After last episode? Don't give me a pretty sunset with a latte swirl. Give me back Appa, put down Momo, or I'll sic Toph on you.

I do like Toph as a piece of artillery.

Turns out a combined Appa and Momo -napping is what it takes to get Aang to break his no killing rule. I now know how to defeat the Fire Lord.

The Audacity. Going to Ba-Sing- however the hell that's spelled. The sheer audacity. But then what? What's the plan after they get there? Just live the rest of their lives?

Rejected Mortal Combat guy.

You ever have one of those days where you do only your top lip?

Whoever made that door, and that lock - good job!

Nothing to see here, just making a delivery of two giant planters in the middle of the desert. The Owl decided to spruce up his entryway.

Y'all are fucked. Y'all deserve it. Aang has completely lost control. He's spent the whole episode losing it more and more and now he's gone completely off the rails. Has he ever zipped into the Avatar state that fast before?

Never underestimate the power of a woman who's fed up with everyone's nonsense. Just so fed up.

Well that was sad.

Badass name of the day: Malachi Throne, voice of a character whose name I don't recognise.

Final Thoughts

This was Katara's episode. I'm not going to forgive not getting Appa back, but Katara actually keeping a level head for once was an unexpected delight.

This episode was pretty unrelentingly heavy in the A-plot, which is why I don't understand why Sokka and Momo tripping worked so well. It did work, and I very much enjoyed it, but it should have stuck out like a sore thumb and it didn't. The beat up Sokka quota fulfillled from within by chemicals was a nice creative touch.

I am very happy to see Iroh take the wheel, although I'm not convinced there's a long term plan here beyond get food and shelter. Which, fair enough, goals tend to be short term and immediate when you're in dire straits.

This episode really stomped all over Aang. And then stomped some more. I was surprised how negative and shouty he was at the beginning, but by the end I was surprised how long it took him to lose it. Apart from his staff and his clothes, Appa really is all he has left from before he got frozen. That sandbender punk was rotten to the core.

So I guess we're going to the earth kingdom capital regardless of the eclipse information. Is the rest of the season going to be getting there? I also can't help but notice that it's where Iroh and Zuko are headed as well. Zuko could actively run in the direction opposite to the Avatar and he'd still end up tripping over him. The earth Kingdom is ginormous. And yet, like every two episodes Zuko runs into the Avatar. Is it fate? Is it plot convenience?

I should dislike this episode. It's 24 minutes of our faves getting beat down and not finding Appa, with a b-plot of Zuko being more oblivious than usual. I should dislike it, but I don't. This is definitely going on the rewatch list. It was a very pretty episode, which helped. Beyond that I can't put into words why I liked it, but I did!

[disfrutalakia]

prompt: nightmare

The taste of blood woke up Bad to white flouring and closed off windows. Squinting his eyes, he notices it isn't just drawn up curtains, rock obscured the windows in the oval office, questions popped in his head as he stood up in the presidential office, red(or blue?) dripping slowly over his left eye.

Bad almost questioned the air, maybe the ghosts, but he felt none nearby, on what was happening before hearing the familiar sound of an elevator filled the room.

"There you are Bad! we are gonna get late, and you wouldn't want to ruin this more than perfect day!"

Bad blinked at the figure, horror dawning at the stretched smile in the familiar face.

"What"

"C'mon! Let's go." 4ever strided over, and with one movement put Bad upstraight position, he wobbled, but the blond arms maintained his position.

Bad's breath caught as 4ever took his hand, sensation cold and powdery not the familiar warmth that he extended all around him like a star.

He was tugged to the elevator and down, suddenly free falling into the darkness instead of finding ground the close seconds of teleportation would leave him without ground.

4ever still held to him, cold fingers almost a parody of its own that made Bad want to tear away from him.

And then, ground found its way to his feet, hitting knees hard enough to make him wobble *again*, but again, cold and powdery arms held him.

Enough that Bad could smell the explosives and spider eye left-over in the president.

"Opa, clumsy on our big day? Don't worry, I got you."

"What day?"

Bad tried to take a step back, but his legs were almost tied, looking down, puffy gown big as it could flowing down instead of his normal hood, even if his head was still hidden, the gradient of black to pure white made him want to tear it all with dull claws in his hands.

"Our wedding day silly!"

Bad's breath caught looking up at the manic expression on his president, hair caught in a halo instead of the braided style he preferred so much.

Before he could say anything, 4ever made them move, twirl in a dance, valsa? Bad has to focus on his movements to not just fall or be dragged around by the blond hands, which had an iron force hold on him.

"But, you called it off, remember?"

"As if I could silly! As if I could let you go, meu bem."

Bad beared his fangs, growl not silenced between the loud cheerful music.

"You KNOW I'm not gonna say yes, stop with this... craziness."

The smile twisting from just manic reaction to almost genuine as 4ever snuggled against his neck.

"It's okay... I'm also scared, but it is the most perfect day on the island! We will be fine, perfect even, together."

His head was spinning with the strong smell of explosions and cologne from the suit and hair clinging to him like meatheads. But bad had enough strength to push the man off him, looking at 4ever fall brought temporary relief like water to a dying desert man.

Bad couldn’t even smile as 4ever looked him, and suddenly there was no gown or suit or brightly venue around them.

"What's the matter docinho? It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Stay away from me! I'll never say yes!"

4ever blinked at him as bad took more steps back, breath too quick, he needed to calm down-

"Oooo. But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything!"

Bad wanted to scream as slowly the president rose up, calm smile, not manic, not forced, graced his tired face.

"We'll be together either way! So save up your breath, só vou roubar ele depois, ok?"

Bad was ready to turn and run even if he felt like swimming in fucking honey, but he could only stumble and fall into soft covers behind him, and soon 4ever joined as the most unwated blanket ever.

The smothering made him want to scream, but hands reaching to his face made him gasp and fight back against not listening limbs, more now that their heads were perfectly aligned and 4ever was dipping down-.

With abruptness of falling down, Bad sat up, scream to stop it caught in his throat, and most horrific of it all

The tightness of his heart, against stopping such swarming feeling against all of him.

Tumblr if you eat this you're homophobic

GOOD NEWS TUMBLR DIDN'T EAT IT THIS TIME

Even better news, this is so fucking good!!! 4halo horror movie wedding my beloved, there is so much cool stuff to be done with it and it being a nightmare is so cool

I love the approach you toom of it being so clearly a nightmare but also feeling real in a way. So good

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: A Bad Things Happen Bingo card. Various prompts are marked with a half-brain symbol, while the “This Is for Your Own Good” specifically is marked with a full brain symbol. /end ID]

OKAY! So here’s my first fic for my second @badthingshappenbingo​​ challenge!

Note that at the time of my posting this, I am still open for requests--if you want to request something from me, please go to the post linked in my pinned post and read the rules!

This one was requested by @wulverarctos​​!

[ID: A Psychonauts fanfic banner on a black-to-gray gradient background. On the left in white text it says “Prompt #1: This Is for Your Own Good.” On the right is an animated yellow figment of Loboto’s teddybear with a pair of electroshock electrodes (which look vaguely like a pair of headphones with a wire coming off the top center) on his head. /end ID]

Prompt: This Is for Your Own Good Characters: Fred Bonaparte & Caligosto Loboto, pre-Psychonauts (orderly!Fred and patient!Loboto) Warnings: Choking, discussion of electroshock therapy

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Cool air whistled through the open windows at the end of the hallway, the moon outside providing the faintest illumination in the otherwise dark asylum. The weighty, metal flashlight Fred wielded could have brought more light, but he knew from experience there wasn't much to see. He'd walked these halls more than enough times to be able to do it blindfolded.

Stopping by the last door, he peered through the small slot. Once again, thanks to the clear night, he was able to tell just from the meager light shining through the windows that each patient in the room was in their respective bed. One was tossing and turning, but she was still on her bed and under the sheets.

Fred wished he could say the same for himself. He covered his mouth, letting out a muted yawn. He was done with his nightly rounds now, at least, so it wouldn't be long now for him.

Strolling to the end of the hall, he ducked down to peer through the window. At first he smiled up at the clear night sky, only for his brows to knit when he realized just why so much light was pouring into the hallway.

A full moon.

The hair raised on the back of his neck, and he shuddered, straightening his back. Years ago he'd laughed off the whole "things happen on the night of a full moon" saying as superstition... and then he'd become an orderly.

But nothing had happened tonight—nothing yet, anyway. Every patient who wasn't scheduled for treatment was in their bed, and the asylum was peaceful.

...Well, if you ignored the constant creaking of the building, the squeaking of stretcher wheels, and the occasional moan and groan from one or seven of the patients at any given time. But those didn't count.

Fred breathed in the night air and nodded. Yes, it was a perfectly normal night—the moon just happened to be full, that was all. And he'd finished his duties for tonight, so finally he could get some shut-eye and—

A shriek pierced straight through the asylum, up from the lower floors, causing Fred to jump so high he nearly hit the ceiling. A cacophony of shouts and yells immediately followed, and Fred took half a second to let out an exasperated whine.

So much for sleep.

Any more self-pitying could wait. He was right by the stairwell, and his long legs made quick work of it, carrying him down toward the source of the noise. But the second he realized just where it was originating from, he screwed up his face.

Not here.

Steeling himself, he opened the door and ducked through it, only to reel back and bash his head against the frame at the sight before him.

"LET GO! LET GO!"

"Get him off!"

Within the cramped room with its single bed, desk, and an electroconvulsive therapy machine were a doctor, three nurses, and a patient that Fred was all too familiar with. The patient was in a strait jacket and a shower cap, and the doctor and two of the nurses were trying and failing to pull him away from the third nurse, whose hand the patient was biting down onto. Fred didn't need to ask a single question to know why this had occurred.

The doctor, seeing Fred rubbing the back of his head in the doorway, growled through gritted teeth, "Bonaparte! Do something!"

"I-I got it, I got it—" he stammered, taking a half step further into the cramped room. Immediately the patient swung his weird mechanical eyes up toward him, his brow furrowed, red and green lights clashing with the dim yellow bulb overhead, daring Fred to oppose him.

Fred glanced back at the ECT machine, swallowing. He knew this was a standard treatment, but he also couldn't blame any patients for being resistant to it. Still, he shook his head and fixed the patient with a firm gaze. "Let her go, Caligosto. You know we've told you not to bite anyone!"

Caligosto's brow furrowed further, and he let out a muffled snarl like an angry dog. He had the capacity to act civil when he wanted to—Fred had seen it probably more than any of the other staff—but when it came to treatment...

Bending his knees until he was eye level, Fred leaned closer to the patient. He had to squint in the light of those weird eyes, but he hoped it made him look more intimidating. As much as he hated his patients to see him that way, in this case, it had to be done. "Caligosto, let her go, right now!"

It worked, but of course, not in the way Fred would have hoped.

With a grunt, Caligosto yanked his head back, teeth ripping over the poor woman's hand. She shrieked and pulled her hand back, looking for something to sterilize it with, while the patient snickered through gritted teeth, his mouth stretched into a manic grin.

Fred sighed, raising himself back up. That was over, at least—

The nurse gasped.

"M-my ring—!"

As she was speaking, there was a deep gulp from Caligosto.

Fred, the doctor, and all three nurses stared down at the patient before looking back up at each other.

This was going to be one of those nights, wasn't it.

At first Caligosto grinned smugly up at the nurse, only for his brows to raise and his face to start losing color. His chest gave a heave, only to halt partway through, and his eyes began to flicker. His arms frantically pulled at their restraints as his throat convulsed in a choked gag.

The doctor spat out a curse, yanking Caligosto off the bed and pulling him up against himself. Immediately the patient began to kick his long legs, nearly causing the doctor to lose his grip, and Fred knelt near Caligosto again.

"Stay still, he's gonna help you," Fred explained in a gentle, hushed voice.

Caligosto's eyes twitched over in Fred's direction shakily, but he stopped squirming, allowing the doctor to jam his hands against his gut. It took a few tries, but finally the patient hacked up the ring, which splatted in a coating of saliva and mucus against the bed. The patient's legs buckled, and he hung his head, wheezing.

"Finally," the doctor grunted. Fred nodded in agreement and was about to turn away when the doctor continued: "Maybe he'll be a bit more compliant now."

Fred froze, then turned to assess the situation again. His coworkers were all staring darkly at the patient, whose eyes were dim and flickering and whose face was panicked, his breaths coming in short gasps.

"H-hang on." Fred held up his hands, hunching his shoulders. "I think he's had enough for tonight. M-maybe we should postpone the treatment for now."

The doctor stared up at Fred for a long moment, bushy eyebrows furrowed, before he let out a growl, shoving the patient in Fred's direction. "Fine. Get him back to his room, then, Bonaparte. We'll schedule the treatment for another date."

Caligosto stumbled into Fred, who awkwardly caught him. "Uh—y-yessir," he replied, turning around to move the patient out of the tiny room.

Just as he moved Caligosto through the doorway, however, the doctor grabbed the back of Fred's shirt and yanked him back, hissing into his ear: "You will do something to break him of that biting habit."

Wincing, Fred nodded, and the doctor let him go.

Finally out of that hellish place, Fred placed a hand on his patient's back and guided him toward the stairwell. "C'mon, Caligosto, let's get you to bed."

As they began mounting the stairs, Caligosto's eyes swung in Fred's direction, flashing. "Postpone?" he croaked, his throat raw.

Fred cringed. "I know you don't like it, but it is treatment." When his patient's eyes tipped downward toward his feet, Fred ducked down closer to him. "It is. It's supposed to help you get better."

The eyes snapped back toward him again. "Have you ever seen a patient get better?"

The question caught him off guard, and he nearly tripped up the stairs. "N-not yet, but it can take a while for treatments to work!"

"...they thought so with my first one, too," came a low rasp.

Fred's head snapped back over to Cailgosto, his eyes wide, but his patient's head was hanging again. Curiosity tugged at the back of Fred's brain, but he didn't want to bother his patient any more tonight than he already had to. They said nothing as they mounted the last few flights of stairs, up to the individual room where Caligosto was kept. He was one of the patients that needed a room of his own, as he was prone to conducting… dentistry on any roommate he was given.

Once at the room, Fred produced a set of keys and unlocked the door, not missing the look of relief on Caligosto's face as he stepped into the room and sank down onto the bed. He was staring eagerly at the worn teddy bear that sat propped up against his pillow, and squirmed his arms against their restraints.

At first Fred went to untie the restraints as usual, but the doctor's words ran through his mind again, and he stopped himself. "...Caligosto, before I go, I need to talk to you about something."

Caligosto groaned. "What is it?" he whined, swiveling his eyes to look up at him. "I'm tired."

Fred drew in a breath. "You can't keep biting people."

"Oh, but I can!" Caligosto tipped his head, flashing a smile, his yellow teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

"You can't, though. I know you don't like the treatments we have to do, but it's for your own good."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Caligosto's smile widened, his eyes glowing brighter. "Anything those silly doctors tell you."

Blood rushed to Fred's face. "Th-the doctors know what they're doing!"

"My father was a doctor, until he wasn't." His eyes took on a wicked glint. "None too bright, if you ask me!"

Fred nearly asked why, when it dawned on him the moniker Caligosto went by before he'd been apprehended: Doctor Loboto. It wasn't exactly hard to put two-and-two together to figure out why his father would no longer be in the medical field.

"...These doctors aren't your father," he said instead. "They want you to get better... and I do, too."

Something about the way he'd said it seemed to catch Caligosto off-guard. His patient's smile faded, and he shut his mouth, his mechanical eyes scanning the floor.

Fred moved in closer, sitting next to him on the bed and placing a hand on his patient's shoulder. "That's why you've got to trust us, Caligosto."

But Caligosto shook his head, standing up. "N-no!" he cried. "You don't understand—you don't know what that does do you—"

"You're right; I don't." Fred stared at him firmly. "But they do."

"No they don't, you toothless numbskull!" his patient snarled, stamping his foot and leaning close to his face. "You know what you are—you're—you're a smiling doormat in front of a torture chamber—!"

Anger bolted down his spine, enough for him to spring to his feet. "Now that's enough!" he snapped. "No more of that, Caligosto, do you understand? No more biting, at least—"

"You'd bite too, if you knew what that treatment did!"

Fred drew in a breath, trying to calm himself down; arguing with a patient never ended well. "Okay, so what does it do?"

"I don't know!" Caligosto wailed, stepping back. "I-I can't remember—it's made me forget things, but I don't remember what I'm forgetting, and, and—!"

Ah, right. Slowly the anger drained from Fred's chest, and some of the tension left his shoulders. "That's just a side-effect, Caligosto," he said gently. "It'll pass, don't worry."

"But it won't! It hasn't! I still can't remember what it made me forget…!"

"Well..." Fred glanced aside. "Let me put it this way: if you stop fighting with the doctors, they won't give you that treatment as often, and you'll recover even faster." He looked up, giving Caligosto an encouraging smile. "How's that sound?"

But Caligosto shook his head, taking several steps back. "No, no, I won't! They can't!"

Fred heaved a sigh; Caligosto was never the easiest patient to deal with. "I didn't want to have to do this," he muttered, scanning the room.

His eyes fell upon the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

Caligosto followed his gaze, and gave a jolt of panic. He was fast, but Fred was faster, snatching the bear off the bed. "NO!" the patient wailed, crashing against the bed. He was quick to scramble back upright, teeth bared in a frantic snarl as he rushed at Fred. "Give him back!"

Bracing himself against the door frame, Fred held the teddy bear away while lifting up one of his legs, catching Caligosto underneath his bound arms and gently pushing him back. He fixed his patient with a firm look. "No, Caligosto. You know the rules. If you can't behave, you get personal item privileges taken away."

"N-not that," Caligosto cried, pushing against Fred's leg desperately. "Please, please—"

"Then you have to agree to stop biting. Stop fighting with the doctors and nurses!"

But Caligosto only wailed again, his legs scrambling as he tried to get closer. In spite of Fred's efforts to keep him away, he managed to push Fred's leg back, getting closer to the teddy. As his arms weren't free to grab it, he opened his mouth, as though attempting to snag it in his teeth.

"No, Caligosto. I'm sorry for this." With a swift kick he sent his patient stumbling backwards and crashing back into his bed. As Caligosto struggled to sit up right, Fred lowered his leg and stared at the teddy in his hands, noticing that one of its button-eyes was on the verge of falling off. "With your biting habit, the eyes on this thing wouldn't be safe for you, anyway."

Caligosto let out a choked noise, and Fred looked up in alarm. But he only sat on the edge of his bed, mechanical eyes dim and staring at nothing.

"...I'm sorry, Caligosto," he said, and stepped out of the room, locking the door behind him.

The creaks and groans of the tower and its residents drowned out the choked sob behind him.

—

He really should have gone to bed, but the curiosity that itched at the back of his brain wasn't going to let him sleep.

(Nor was the weight in his chest, but he wasn't going to think about that right now.)

Fred kept the teddy bear tucked under his arm as he angled his flashlight down at the filing cabinet drawer, frowning as he used his free hand to flip through the folders. Larence... Linzy... Loboto. There it was! After retrieving the folder, he opened it atop the drawer, scanning over the records. Many of them were recent treatments he'd had, but Fred looked further, past the papers signed by Houston Thorney.

There.

There was a record from a hospital on the other side of the country, the copied ink faded and hard to read. But it was from at least a decade ago, and seemed to be a record of a specialized procedure, of a...

A shudder wracked Fred's spine, and he shut the folder, shoved it back into the drawer, and slid it closed. He stared blankly at the filing cabinet for a moment, then found himself looking down at the teddy bear, and gave a start.

The lopsided button eyes of the bear stared back at him, and for the first time he noticed the patch between them, covering the top of the bear's head.

He'd heard of the procedure. It was only done in extreme cases, but it was supposed to be effective. Wasn't it? Yet here Caligosto was, years later, in a mental institution.

Fred shook his head, clutching the teddy bear close.

"Don't worry, Caligosto. We'll be the ones to help you... I just know it."

[ducknotinarow]

[RichyBailey] "Stay still, you're my pillow for tonight."

| 💜💜💜 --- 'I love you' Sentence Starters

"Your phone is charged?" Richard asked as he stood in the door frame, "Brought your charger and portable battery?" Richard continued to stress over making sure Buddy basically would be able to have their phone charged just in case. But of course Buddy had everything they needed how could they not have their battery and charger when Buddy had to also be able to charge their handheld game systems too boot? Not that Richard should really have any reason to be worried at all. Buddy was simply leaving for a few days. Buddy and their boyfriends Rhodes and Charlie had planed a small trip to Gullian Bay. Richard and Bailey had gone the last time they made the trip. Though it was with all the families included that time. Charile's aunt and uncle, Rhodes' mother and of course themselves. Letting the parents, the reasonable parents that is, get to spend time together and the boys even. And yes the city was very safe. Though compared to either St.Canard or Duckberge anywhere was much safer.

It did at least make them all more agreeable to let the three of them take a trip out by themselves. It was one thing for Buddy to spend a night in a different city just a few hour trip away but this? Was much farther. And maybe just maybe Richard was a tad worried about something going wrong or happening when neither he or Bailey were there for their son's safety. Buddy seemed unphased on their own end simply smiling positive they were all good to go. Heading out to the car after good byes were given Richard still just the slightest bit on edge about this whole thing.

For no real reason based on logic. Richard trusted both Rhodes and Charlie with Buddy's safety. It was easy to tell and see how much they loved and cared for his son after all. And as much as he wasn't fully ready to really embrace it? Buddy was more than capable to handle themself. Richard and Bailey had done a good job in raising their little duckling into the bird they were becoming.

Didn't make letting them metaphorically leave the nest any easier.

Waving bye to the three of them, Rhodes promising Buddy would be fine slightly passing over a joke about Richard's greys. Something about taking it easy or his greys would turn white. Along That left a faint annoyed expression to rest over his face even as they watched Charlie pull out from the drive way and make way down the road. Richard pulled out his phone. To what call Buddy already? No to use the camera on his phone to take a look at his greying hair. Used to dye it in the past to keep the more dark black locks he was so proud of in his younger years. Richard had started to embrace the sliver fox look his grey hair game him. But the idea of it being white? Was about to send Richard back a good few decades on his progress of accepting his ageing. As followed Bailey back inside the house, moving to settle down on the couch still looking over the dark greys of his hair that created a near gradient into the last bits of black still hanging in there to every strand of hair.

"You would tell me if these hairs were turning white right?" Richard asked looking for the reassurance. At least it did provide him with a distraction over Buddy. Bailey of course laying on the love for their old man husband, Richard lowered his phone as he let the crease between his eyes take back its natural resting place as he aimed his glare towards Bailey. "There is only three years between us Pollito." Soon a smirk replaced the annoyed grimace “Meaning you won’t be too far behind me in the whole showing your age matter.”

Richard looked back to his phone part of him wanting to check the feature that let them track Buddy’s phone, not ever because of mistrust but it just seemed safe thing todo. Even, Richard noted how ridiculous he was being lowering his phone and letting his head fall to rest to the back of the couch. “Buddy just grew up right before our eyes didn’t they? I know it’s been about ten years but they really flew by. Now Buddy is old enough to go off a trip alone with out us.” Richard hadn’t been handling the growth of their son well. Not fully ready to let go of their baby well being well aware that Buddy was no longer that small little child of theirs anymore. Not like Bailey was any better, after all Buddy was their one and only baby. And watching them suddenly not be a baby anymore? Gave Richard empty nester syndrome.

"I know Buddy isn't going to suddenly up and leave, they still have a few years in school after all and I know Buddy will never cut us out from his life either. But still," Richard trailed off in his thought a moment. "It happened so fast Bails, Buddy was just this tiny little bot with no idea about anything so just used us to basically learn from following every step I took literally. How they would cling to your tail and hide in it when getting shy. How France had to go everywhere Buddy went." Richard was getting nostalgic in his old age it seemed.

For someone once seen to be as cold as ice, hard to get close to and always keeping others away sometimes still doing that not to the same extent just a small vail to hid behind that he is human and not a god that deal with the same fears any mortal would. And for some it was okay to expose those sides. But not for Richard to be human was to error. And Richard wasn't allowed to make mistakes, not a feather out of place nor take a breath out of the perfect rhythm. Perfect as perfect is was how his parents wanted him to be molded as if he were fashioned from clay and not of flesh. Richard in part never full shook off that mind set and way of living but every so often he lifted the veil mostly when it came to one person who saw Richard as perfect with his flaws. Warts and all.

Bailey.

"I'm just worried, Buddy getting so close to being all on their own and that one day they won't have us around anymore. And well then what? Did I do enough to prepare our Duckling for all of what the world? Buddy wants to own a bakery will they know how? Will they be able to make a good enough living from that? It's just...a lot to worry about." Richard expresses letting a lot of the wight of his thought lift from his shoulders. Since Richard could finally speak a lot of the worry that had being turn in his mind enough to grow into a bigger issue as he held on to it all. "I mean look what happen when Buddy got jumped by some Vatos. Because neither of us were there to protect him, and when Buddy did make it somewhere safe?" Well Bailey already knew Richard was still brooding over that whole issue so he didn't see the need to rehash it.

All it takes is a soft smile from Bailey as they move to lie down against Richard, head finding home on his chest as they tucked their legs up on the couch and curled in close to the eagle.

"What are you doing?" Richard asks as if he couldn't tell, but more bracing for Bailey to be a brat and tease him for worrying to much. As he can be prone to. In truth Richard felt on the verge of a panic attack these days.

"Stay still, you're my pillow for tonight."

Richard took a moment to look down at his husband, before shifting to swing his legs up on to the couch and reclined into the corner where the arm rest meat the back of the couch. Letting Bailey better settle on top of him. "You mean like every other night?" Richard half jokes, but he had to admit the moment he had Bailey's weight on top of him he was feeling just a bit more clam. Reaching up to pet over Bailey's red comb of hair, noting Bailey's own grey hairs poking through but keeping that to himself for now. Letting his eyes close as he breath in that usual scent that had just cemented itself as Bailey to Richard. A reminder for why Bailey was the one Richard lowered down his walls for to expose the more vulnerable sides to. Bailey not going the route of brat, like because they could see just how truly worried Richard was over this. A wordless 'I got you' that Richard needed as he curled his free arm around Bailey pulling them in close to himself.

"Thanks." He offered in turn. Richard knew a lot of his worries were just anxiety speaking so Bailey here to ground him was welcomed.

[tabooiart]

made a matching one for bj because he is my blorbo from my show

[taeem]

peach prosecco | hyunjin & felix x fem!reader

summary: you ask hyunjin and felix to swing by your place after their photoshoot

↳ warnings: dom!felix, sub!femreader, sub!hyunjin, drug usage, threesome, breathplay, established relationship, oral sex (m receiving), mention of restrictive diet, intoxicated sex

You were already two glasses into the peach prosecco bottle Felix had gifted you before deciding to text the both of them. Your oversized and slightly transparent white t-shirt slipping off your shoulder as you typed.

after your photoshoot is done can you guys come by my place?

The message sent and you let your head fall back against your window frame, it was almost noon and the sky was a gradient shade of blue and yellow.

ding.

yes we can, do you want me to bring you a line or two?

Hyunjin replied, he knew how depressive you'd get when spring came around and would often "supply" you as a way to cheer you up or atleast distract you for 30 euphoric minutes. It was no surprise he'd even dabble with it, after all him and Felix were models and it helped give them the energy their restrictive diets couldn't.

You sent a sweet 'yes please' before letting your phone drop and emptied what was left in your wine glass. You liked how sweet the bubbly liquid was and how it left a sticky cast on your lips.

-

A hour had passed and Felix texted you that him and Hyunjin were on the way. A surge of excitement rolled in your stomach, even though meeting up at your place was nothing new. You always felt so alive on the days they'd come over, the cloud over your head slowly washing away as you fixed your hair up a bit and cheekily added on a dab of red tinted lipstick.

-

The sound of Felix's rhythmic knocks against your door sent you racing to answer. The warmth from both their smiles immediately greeting you as Hyunjin leaned in for a kiss. You took a moment to really look at them, both barefaced, Hyunjin with only a hint of pink tint on his lips. And Felix's pretty freckles cascading across his face always made your heart flutter, it seemed like no matter what they always looked their best.

"Did we take too long?" Felix asked playfully as you locked the door behind them, a smooth "of course not" slipped past your lips. You leaned against the door for a second, the wine you drunk earlier was still in your system and the floor almost felt like it was spinning in slow motion.

You plopped down on the floor leaning on your rectangular glass table, as Felix and Hyunjin took a seat on the beige couch across from you. Hyunjin hummed as he pulled a small bag of white powder out the inner pocket of his black jacket and poured it out on the glass table.

Your head rested heavily against your arm as you watched Felix pass him his black card so that he could evenly cut it for the three of you.

"We can't do this without music." Felix protests as he stands up, tugging his black jacket off in one smooth motion before connecting his phone to your bluetooth.

"Of course you'd choose something like this to set the mood." Hyunjin chuckled, brushing his jet black hair behind his ear before leaning down and snorting his line. A pained grunt escaped his chest as he threw his head back, pinching his nose to stop it from bleeding before slouching back into the couch, a crooked smile drawn across his lips.

"I'll never get tired of that face you make." Felix's sultry voice filled your ear as he leaned down next to you, a rolled up dollar in his hand to make it easier for him. You only smiled when he handed the bill to you, his warm hand gliding up and down your back as you snorted.

"Fuck" you mumbled, eyes clinched as you roughly wiped your nose with your hand. You knew a good friend wouldn't support these kinds of habits but you couldn't deny the warm feeling that coated your body everytime you did it.

Like it brought you guys closer in a dangerous way.

Your gaze met Felix's and you could see in his dark eyes, exactly what he wanted. It was like dancing, the way he leaned in with his lips just barely grazing yours. He could taste the peachy wine on your lips as he teasingly slid his tongue across your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. You could already feel your heart racing and the burning urge to just rip every article of clothing off of him and devour him whole.

Hyunjin watched from the couch, analyzing the way you both fought for dominance, pulling away and leaning back in. He watched the way Felix's hands slowly explored your body, one hand finding its way under your oversized t-shirt as the other possessively gripped your ass. Both of your moans being muffled out by the other until your lips were swollen and strings of saliva stretched with your distance.

"Let's take this to the bed." Felix said breathlessly, despite his calm face you could tell he was just as excited by the way his chest was heaving and the obvious boner growing in his jeans.

The three of you stumbled into your room, Hyunjin tugging off his black combat boots before flopping onto your bed. Followed by Felix who had you over his shoulder dropping you right next to him. Both of you giggling in a clouded daze as Hyunjin rolled himself onto you, tangling his legs with yours as he repeatedly kissed the side of your face and blew air in your ear.

"Ah- stop it" you whined, before adverting your attention to Felix who was still standing at the edge of the bed looming over the both of you. Playfully you stretched your foot out and pressed it against the tent in his jeans, getting a subtle reaction out of him before he grabbed your ankle.

"Strip now, both of you." He grumbled, the grip he had on you and his piercing gaze were enough to send electricity straight through you. You were sure Hyunjin felt it too by the way his lower lip was caught in his teeth and the darkened look in his eye. Neither of you wasted anytime, quickly beginning to undress each other once Felix let you go. You tugged off Hyunjins white button up (popping a few buttons in the process) and he followed by curling his fingers into the waist band of your panties. You lifted yourself up just enough to help slide them off and watched as he tossed them to the side before eyeballing your already wet pussy. You could swear his mouth was watering as you, him and Felix knew that he absolutely loved to eat pussy (especially yours.)

You teasingly spread your legs for a second, giving him a nice full view before sitting up and proceeding to undo his belt but Felix stopped you.

He swatted your hand away and made his way onto the bed, slithering right in between Hyunjin's legs before tapping your butt.

"Sit on his chest." You didn't question his orders, softly crawling on top of Hyunjin and watching the way his breath hitched as your wet pussy met with his skin.

"You're such a pillow princess." You mumbled as you ran your hands up his chest and then his face, cupping his cheeks gently as his eyes fluttered shut, completely melting into your loving touches.

"You guys are so cute."

Felix's compliment made you look back at him, he had tugged Hyunjin's boxers and jeans down to his ankles and was hovering over the whining boys fully erected dick. The sight alone made your walls clench with anticipation, which Hyunjin could also feel.

He responding by running his slender fingers up your waist and cupping your breast. The way his fingers sunk into your soft flesh made him rut his hips desperately against Felix's lips, hungry for any kind of friction.

"Someone's alittle excited." Felix sang, before wrapping his hand around Hyunjin's cock, slowly sinking his pretty lips down onto his leaking tip. His eyes hadn't left yours as he did this and you felt like your were overflowing onto Hyunjins pale stomach.

"God you're so hot" you mewled once you got a face full of the expression Hyunjin was making. Mouth parted with glossy eyes, each sound that escaped his lips went straight to your clit, you were practically throbbing for attention.

"You can use me." His words were airy as he moved his grip from your breasts to your hips, going out his way to start rocking you against his chest. The warm friction sent sweet streams of pleasure up your thighs and into your gut.

You caught on to his motion, riding him at the pace that pleased you the most. You loved this about Hyunjin, he knew how desirable he was, he knew exactly how to please and he knew what to say and do or even look to get you right where he wanted you.

Felix had fully engulfed him by now, his dick ramming right against his throat as he bobbed his head at a pace that had Hyunjin arching his back. His black hair was damp and a few strings were tangled against the ends of his mouth.

"P-please" he moaned, dropping his hands from your hips and grabbing your wrists. You watched as he shifted your hands to his throat, he was so close to cumming and was completely begging you with his eyes to choke him.

Sadistically, this was your favorite part about sex with him, everytime he needed that extra push to hit his peak. The way your hands fit perfectly around his slender throat and the way tears brimmed in his eyes as you tightened your grip. He was allowing himself to fully sink into the pleasure that the both of you were giving him.

Felix could also tell he was on the brink of cumming by the way the muscles in his legs twitched, he replaced his mouth with his hand. Pumping him at a similar pace while tracing hearts over his sensitive tip before ducking down just enough to twirl his wet tongue against Hyunjin's unsuspecting entrance.

A strained "fuck" barely escaped the overstimulated boys mouth as he held his hands tightly against yours, encouraging you to squeeze harder and watch as he completely let go.

White hot strands of cum spurted out onto his stomach and your backside as his eyes rolled back and his arms fell limp. He had passed out, this wasn't new to you or Felix, if anything it stroked your ego's.

You pressed soft kisses over the bruised imprint of your hands around his neck before Felix pulled you into him. Wrapping his hands around your waist and nibbling on your ear, "he's gonna be covering that one up for weeks" he joked. As you both knew concealer was his best friend "yeah with a scarf" you giggled.

-

Hyunjins eyes finally fluttered awake, he sniffed quietly as his sight adjusted. Satisfied to see the three of you were in a warm bubble bath together, the sweet smell of peaches and cream filled the air.

"Hey guys" his voice was quiet and a bit strained, "hey" you and Felix replied softly.

[potter-imagines]

A Worm? - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Prompt: It’s three in the morning and Fred can’t sleep. Luckily for him, his girlfriend has to most random questions on her mind. 

Notes: I've seen this on tiktok as trend to text your boyfriend so I made it into a write, hope you enjoy (: 

Warnings: None (:        (making out if that counts ???)

Word Count: 3.9k

You know that feeling of finally retreating to your room and crashing down on your bed after a strenuous day? Getting to snuggle into the warmth of the soft mattress and engulf your body in massive heaps of blankets, it was one of the greatest feelings in the world to Fred Weasley. Although what made it absolute perfection was the nights when his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, would join him. Sleepovers were no rarity for the couple- nor for their roommates who had begrudgingly accepted the constant giggling and whispering throughout the night. Weekend sleepovers were his favorite as it meant neither of them were scrambling to get out of bed for class in the morning and he could lay with her for as long as they wanted.

Tonight was no different. Nearly every living soul occupying the lands of Hogwarts was fast asleep, lulled into a galaxy of dreams. Fred wondered if he was the only one awake at such an hour. The darkness from the nighttime sky poured into the room through the glass windows. The light casted shadows around the room making it difficult to make out the different shapes. Fred could barely make out the sleeping frame of his twin brother, George, who was tucked in his bed feet away. Similar was Lee, however his thunderous snores echoed off the walls giving confirmation that was in a deep sleep.

On Fred’s half of the room the silence was deafening. Lee’s snores had become second nature for Fred to block out and in all honesty, didn’t bother him much. Growing up in a home with eight other people, he had that keen ability to muffle out the noise around him. He had to in order to keep a piece of his sanity intact. No one in their sane mind could sit and listen to Ron and Ginny bicker for longer than five minutes before wanting to rip their hair out of their skull. In the same way, noise was comforting to Fred. Yeah, he ignored it for the most part, but it was a familiar feeling to be surrounded by loudness. It was discomforting in a way how still the world felt. Few and far between were the moments when Fred had time to himself. Now that he did, he didn’t want it.

Stealing a glance down to his chest Fred smiled at the sight. Y/n’s head was pressed against his sweatshirt covered chest and her hand was clenched around the material. Her body was cuddled close to him with a blanket draped over them. Fred watched as her stomach lightly rose and fell with every breath. He had lost track of time, not entirely sure how long he had been holding her. Seconds meshed into minutes which grew to hours. He was sure he’d been staring at the ceiling for almost three hours. His attention flipped back and forth, like the pages of a magazine. From the angle he laid, Fred wasn’t able to see if Y/n was awake like him or passed out like his roommates. In a cruel way he wanted to wake her on purpose just for the selfish purpose to hear her voice. He resisted the urge to ‘accidentally’ break her slumber.

Fred’s hand traced patterns on her back absentmindedly as his thoughts drifted like a sailboat floating along the ocean waves. The Quidditch match had taken a large toll on his muscles and all he wanted was to rest. Playing Slytherin was a sure guarantee someone would walk away with an injury- or be carried away. Although Fred knew he wasn’t injured, his arms ached with every slight move from the force he had exhilarated during the match. As much as he desired to switch positions and lay on his side, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb the girl resting in his arms. From her steady breathing he figured she had fallen asleep, that was until her head suddenly popped up from his chest causing the warmth of her head to flee his body. Her quick movement took Fred by surprise as his hand halted and his eyes fixed on the girl.  The feeling of sleepiness was fading as her large doe eyes glanced back up at him. Oddly enough, she appeared to be wide awake.

Arching a brow at her Fred looked utterly confused. If her alertness hadn’t startled him enough, her next actions would leave him mind boggled. Y/n perched herself up to a sitting position and wiggled over to place her legs over either side of Fred’s body so she sat in his lap as he laid. A childlike smile graced her lips at the small gasp of surprise from Fred. Tiredness vanished in her eyes as she tilted her head.

“Hey, Freddie?”

“Yes, angel?” He asked cautiously.

His hands reset to her waist to keep her steady as she sat. The stained glass window to the side of his bed allowed a glimpse of moonlight to create a beautiful gradient across her face. The moonlight, a glowing yellowy white, projected an ethereal glow around her. He swore he could see millions of tiny stars sprinkled along her skin, gleaming pin pricks of sparkles gleaming in her e/c eyes.

Y/n leaned forward to wrap her arms around Fred’s neck causing him to mimic her and sit up so his back was pressed to the bed frame. He grabbed the heavy cotton blanket from behind her and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled bashfully in gratitude. Peeking up to Fred, whose face was only a handful of inches from hers, she whispered,

“If I were a worm, would you still love me?”

Fred’s features scrunched in an instant at her question as he pulled back slightly. Half expecting for her to start giggling and the other half completely flabbergasted, Fred gaped at her in confusion. Yet Y/n’s face remained stoic in seriousness as she awaited his reply. He gave her a funny look, as if she’d grown an extra eye. Repeatedly his mouth fell open, then closed again as he failed to formulate a proper thought.

“I’m sorry- if you were a what?”

“A worm.” She repeated once again.

Fred forced himself to bite his tongue to hold his laughter in. As much as he wanted to chuckle at her randomness, she seemed so invested in his answer he didn’t know what to do. Fred averted his gaze to the window in search of an answer. His brain was stuck frozen, like the tracks in his mind were broken. Turning his attention once more to Y/n, Fred squinted his chocolate brown eyes as if examining her peculiarly.

“And why would you be a worm?”

Clearly annoyed by his constant string of questions Y/n let out a breathy huff as she rolled her eyes. Her hands waved up briefly, shooing his inquiry away without second thought. Shaking her head she pressed further. “Because I just am, now answer the question.”

Stillness entered the room while Fred pondered to himself. This time he didn’t hold back the teasing grin that spilled on his face.

“Well, am I worm too?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows to her suggestively. Y/n shoved his shoulder back playfully as she giggled softly. Fred always knew how to make her smile, even if the situation didn’t call for it. Even if it was three in the morning and the two of them should be flying through a dreamland of sleep.

Fred’s back leaned into the wood of the frame as he allowed his head to touch against it. Locks of ginger hair brushed against his face. Instinctively Y/n moved her hand out to skim them away from his eyes so she could see them. Fred fought a mental war against the shiver that threatened to escape his body from her gentle stroke. Shaking her head, Y/n shot down his interrogation. “No, you’re just a regular person.”

“So I would be a Muggle in love with a worm?” Fred chuckled at the bizarreness to her rules for her imaginary prompt. Although he hadn't a clue where this was heading, it was entertaining and he had every intention of paying into it, including teasing the girl a tad. There was something so adorable about the flashes of anger and frustration that snapped across her face at his procrastination to answer. Fred found it irresistible. The way her cute face knotted into uncomfortable glares and frowns while he continued to toy with her. He loved it.

Y/n sighed to herself, certainly growing exhausted then reiterated,

“No, no, you’re still you, I’m just a worm.”

“A magic worm?” His eyes widened in feign excitement while her’s narrowed. As much as she loved the childlike nature that was weaved into her boyfriend’s soul, it made it impossible at times to have a serious conversation- not that she truly considered this to be a serious conversation.

A deadpan mien was planted on her face. She turned for a moment to make sure George and Lee were still passed out. Then, she moved her head back to Fred before raising her voice a notch to ensure the message was received loud and clear.

“A worm, Fred.”

His fingers fiddled with the loose strings on her shorts as he pretended to debate his answer. Lips pursed into a thin line, Fred brought his pointer finger up to his chin and hummed.

“I mean… sure?”

Y/n’s grip around his neck loosened immediately at his answer. Her mouth skimmed the ground as genuine displeasure entered her veins. She pulled her arms back to cross them tightly against her chest. Fred’s hands found their previous position on her waist in order to keep her from falling off. She pouted over to Fred with her bottom lip poking out. She tried her absolute best to put everything she had into the over dramatic sad puppy look she had mastered. Fred only cooed at her and pinched the skin of her cheeks between his fingers lightly. Y/n grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her face with a scowl. Despite her glowering appearance, Fred felt a smug grin sneaking up.

“That isn't reassuring at all.” She said with a pointed tone.

Fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose, Fred groaned dramatically as he ran his calloused hand against his skin. Peering up to Y/n he brought his hand up to occupy the warm skin on the back of her neck. He drew his hand closer, pulling her towards him, causing their foreheads connected in a tender touch. The bottom hem of his old tee that she now used as a nighttime shirt tickled his arm as she happily leaned in. With their faces barely an inch apart, Fred lifted his hips to place a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips.

“But angel, you’re not a worm.”  

“Just pretend!” She grumbled. Although Fred smirked right at her and, in a very snarky manner, said ‘no’. Y/n clenched her jaw in annoyance at his stubbornness and just as she went to tell him again to play along, a light bulb of an idea sparked in her head.

Stealing a glance over either shoulder, Y/n checked to assure both George and Lee were still snoozing. George was practically laying off his bed in a sideways fashion while Lee was spreading starfish across the whole mattress. She swore she could see the drool dripping from his chin from across the room. Her focus swerved to Fred as she felt him adjust under her. Providing him with absolutely no leeway to her plan at all, Y/n locked her arms around Fred’s chest and shoved him down so he was forced to lay on the bed. His breath hitched as his head smacked into the fluffy pillow. The darkness obscured his view leaving him lost at the turn of events until he felt the pressure of her knees pinning his arms to his side. Just like a war attack, she ambushed him. Y/n danced her fingers at lightning speed across his chest and under his arms. Fred broke out into a booming fit of laughter at the abrupt tickle war imposed on him as he desperately fought to get her body off of his. His feet kicked wildly as he tried to free himself but she had too strong of a hold. Fred tried to hold his laughter back but it was all too much for his bdy to handle and the uncontrollable giggles wouldn’t stop.

Y/n laughed at him as she continued to tickle every inch of his upper body that he wasn’t successfully covering. His frantic squirms made it difficult for her to torture him to the best of her ability, however she put up a considerable fight until Fred managed to slip his hand out from between his waist and her knee. Once he did, Fred clamped his hand to her side and flipped the pair around so he was the one sitting on top of her. Both of their chests heaved rapidly as they attempted to catch their breath, both grinning like fools. Fred moved his body to sit in front of her as Y/n took over his previous spot. His hand still remained clenched around her side to keep her from attacking once more. Struggling to regain his composure, Fred gave the girl a teasing glare.

“Fine! Yes, I would still love you very much, even if you were a slimy little worm.”

A satisfied gleam adorned her face as she gave a small cheer. Her arms extended as a welcoming for him to enter. He bent towards her to allow her arms to be thrown around his shoulders. The hug encapsulated his body in a blanket of comfort and love from the feeling of her skin. Fred pressed his lips to her neck and just as he did, her voice broke the air.

“And you’d still give me kisses and cuddles?”

His loud sigh was audible to everyone in the room as his head fell to her chest.

“How in the bloody hell am I supposed to cuddle a freaking worm-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fred saw the look of sadness clouding over his lover’s features and stopped himself. That famous, moody pout had crept its way up and Fred fell victim like always. He reached his hand out to pick hers up from her lap and laced their fingers. Lifting her hand, his lips kissed each of her knuckles then set her hand down on his leg.

“You’re unbelievable… but yes, I would still give you kisses and cuddles. Just not in front of people-” Y/n snatched her hand away from his and threw it across her chest with an animated scoff.

“So you’d be ashamed of me?”

“I hate you so much right now, why the hell are you even asking me?”

The jokingness of the situation breezed out from the room as Y/n tensed. Fred watched her eyes flicker from over his shoulder, then up to his eyes. It was impossible to read the rambunctious ideas bouncing off the walls of her mind and Fred knew better than to speculate but rather give her the time to process. He always said that her mind ran faster than the Hogwarts Express. There was a small smile on her lips, though one he couldn’t read. The spark of glee still flashed through her yet at the same time she seemed uncertain. Her hand pushed loose strands of her hair away from her view, a nervous habit of her’s Fred had picked up on early in the relationship.

Swallowing her nerves, Y/n let her body sink into the plushness of Fred’s bed as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Just wanna make sure you’d love me no matter what.” She mumbled hushly.

Fred furrowed his eyebrows as he studied her in bewilderment. As silly as the conversation was, he could feel a tang of guilt budding in his gut from teasing her. The two had discussed some of the most random, weird topics out there and it was usually just that, a random discussion. Fred was a bit stunned there was a bubble floating around in her thoughts that there might be a time where he stops loving her, because for Fred, the idea of not loving her was simply implausible. Besides, he had fancied her since they met their first year and there was no chance Fred was willing to lose her.

“Okay, well,” Fred crawled to sit next to Y/n’s side as he went on, “I’ll entertain the thought. If you were a worm I would still love you more than any other living creature on this planet. I’d also protect you from all the birds who want to eat you for dinner.” Fred finished by placing a gentle peck to her nose. There was no sense in hiding the contagious grin

“So sweet, Freddie.” The scent of peppermint from her chapstick wafted to Fred’s nose drawing him closer in. Y/n snaked her hand to his cheek and dragged his face towards hers. Right before their lips connected, she paused for a moment. Her e/c orbs flickered to his plump lips, then in one swift motion, she closed the gap with a pucker of her lips and a collision with his. Fred had expected the kiss but was taken aback by the fire she brought to it. The sheer force of her lips caused Fred to sit up and take notice.

Y/n nudged at his side, a silent signal for him to get on top. Fred didn’t need her to ask him twice. He was quick to kick the blankets covering his legs and repositioned himself between hers. Fred leaned forward to spark the flint once again. His hands attached to her face immediately as he pulled her in tightly. This embrace nearly knocked Y/n right off the bed. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a tsunami of passion, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him impaired her. Her whole body tingled, the pressure of his fram leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt like an array of fireworks during the finale of a grand show. Her lips parted against his and the abrupt swipe of his tongue inside her cheeks sent a rush of shivers through her body. The intensity was overwhelming as she struggled to keep hold of his shoulders.

Y/n came to at the need for air and pulled away from Fred. A sharp breath filled her lungs as her hands pressed against his chest keeping him in place. However, Fred was growing impatient by the second and the need to be as close to her as possible was too strong of an urge for him to ignore.

Fred pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her arms gave in and she was using his body to support herself. She was nearly slipping from the bed from the pure force of his kiss. Fred kept his free hand steady on the back of her neck to ensure she wouldn’t fall but in the moment, she really couldn’t care. Wasn’t like they hadn’t had a makeout session on the floor- come to think of it, George had walked in on them just last week.  

Their hands roamed over each other as if it was their first time touching another. His fingertips grazed the side of her neck earning a muffled moan from the girl. She tugged at his red hair, which was a guarantee to keep his adrenaline pumping. A vibration buzzed in her mouth as Fred groaned into her from the lustful pain. His body was ever moving as his hips grinded into her. This was a familiar position yet the passion was what made the kiss so electrifying. His elbows were placed on either side of her head to hold himself up as he moved his lips against hers and continued to work his tongue with hers. Y/n trailed her hand down from his fiery locks to his sharp chin where she pressed his lips as deeply into hers as she could manage.

Softly as possible, Y/n slowly pulled herself away from Fred. His eyes cracked open at the lost of warmth against his skin and he glanced down at her. Both smiled at each other until Fred rolled over and slid under the covers. He fixed the blankets around until he felt satisfied then opened his arms, as if inviting Y/n to enter. She obeyed without question and coozied herself into his arms. He wrapped her in a loving cuddle as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple.

Y/n leaned into his body, resting her head against his arm that was linked under her. There was a comforting silence that replaced the steaming air. The clock on Fred’s night stand shone bright with the time, ‘4:08am’, meaning morning had practically arrived and Fred had yet to catch a wink of sleep.

Just as Fred was preparing himself to welcome his slumber, a notion came. Propping himself up on his elbow, Fred reached out to shake the girl’s shoulder.

“Hey, Y/n?”

Y/n gleaned over to him in curiosity. Twisting her body she set her gaze directly on Fred, as if to show him she was intune and listening.

“Yes?”

“If I were a worm, would you still love me?” Fred asked in a whisper. Y/n leered up at him in a disgusted fashion. It looked as if she had been force fed a full can of lima beans and sardines. Those sleepy eyes were replaced by saucer like eyes of revulsion. Poking her tongue out she pretended to gag as her eyes twisted shut.

“Ew, no, why would I be in love with a worm? You can’t even talk and if I kissed you, I might accidentally kiss your butt, gross!” Y/n covered her mouth to mask her fit of laughter that shook through her chest. Fred’s mouth dropped in shock at her words as she unwrapped herself from his hold to shift to her side. He stared at her in astonishment as she threw her legs over the side of his bed. His hand reached out to yank her back but she was already up on her feet smirking to him.

“Are you kidding me? Get back here!”

“I need to use the bathroom- I’ll be back in a flash, wormie.” She blew him a taunting kiss and a wave, then quietly shut the door as she journeyed down the hall to the restrooms. Fred still heard her unruly laughter from behind the large wooden door. As her footsteps grew shallower, Fred tossed his head into the pillow and rolled his eyes. Just like earlier, silence overtook the room and this time, Fred was overjoyed because it meant he no longer had to hear about worms. That was at least until she got back, then he’d surely be having a discussion.

[ragnvdnir]

Folklore

Act l Part l : Bloom into you [Our Blooming Chapter]

Foreword(prologue) Act I Part II

pairings: zhongli x f!reader

genre: angst, romance, forbidden love

warnings: use of the name rex lapis, description of his form before, nothing major for now, english is not my first language so bear with me.

summary: it's your first time meeting the geo archon— but it seems like you're not aware that he's a god?

a/n: i finally posted the first chapter, well i decided to cut it in half so it won't be too long. im still not finished writing the other half but im working on it already. enjoy this first!

now playing; lovers oath

[500 YEARS FROM THE CURRENT PRESENT]

LIYUE, THE LAND OF GEO ARCHON

SPRING, BLOOMING FLOWER

It was the season of blooming cherry pink blossoms when he first acknowledged your existence. The fluttering petals fall around you as he takes in your sight in the field of glaze lily. He swore it was not love at first sight— but is it not? really?

It was a normal day for him to descend upon his land and teach his people worldly things to do to survive and enhance. Years have already been gone since he has been the geo archon.

Rex Lapis fulfilled his duty gracefully as he guided his land and people. Giving them his blessings as he watched from above.

He was taking a little trail near the fields of flowers in guili plains. His foot stopped as he heard a humming voice. He would have ignored it and continued on his journey if not for you humming the all too well familiar sweet lullaby on the glaze lilies as they bloom slowly hearing your sweet tune to them.

He stopped in his tracks as he let himself get drowned on the lullaby you are humming. In a spit of seconds, it brought back a bittersweet memory of his late friend who also did the same— hum a sweet lullaby for the glaze lilies to fully bloom.

He watched you as you crouched down in front of the flower while the sweet flush pink blossoms continues to fall all around you, the hues of the sun setting down illuminated your form making you ethereal in him.

'It was perfect, It was magical', he remembered he thought that.

Your humming came to an end as you brushed your fingers on the petals of glaze lilies. 'Beautiful', you thought as it was your first time seeing the blue flower. Your eyes were filled with excitement and stars as you watched the fully bloomed glaze lily.

"Pardon me for my intrusion, but may i ask something?"

Unknown to you, the Geo Archon was slowly approaching you— approaching you with the question he have been meaning to ask.

The sudden deep voice behind you surprised you as you looked at the owner of the voice. You found a tall man hovering over your crouched form. You examined his appearance as you stood up. He had a hood over him, a gradient of brown and orange hair. The orange tips of his hair glows like his amber yellowed pupils eyes. You find it mesmerizing. . .for a beauty like him to stumble upon your mere existence.

However, when you looked at his arms that's behind him, you furrowed your eyebrows as his skin is a combination of black and gold. You find it odd for someone to have skin like.

'Weird, does he have a disease or something? Or is he someone special or whatever?', You shake the thought off and cleared your throat.

"Yes? Do i owe you something, mister? If my memory serves me right, this is our first meeting? yes?"

"Yes, indeed, this is our first time seeing each other. There's just a question that has been messing with me when i heard your sweet humming voice," The unexpected compliment at the end caught you off guard, you coughed once again as you can feel your cheeks heating up, for the reason you're not used to be complimented.

"May i know where did you hear the lullaby that you just hummed to the glaze lilies?"

"Oh, you're asking about the lullaby i just hummed? Well, I heard it from my parents and grand elders who also said that our ancestors also heard it somewhere." you chuckled at the origin of the lullaby.

"Is that so?" he sighed as he nodded.

"In spite of that, i came here in liyue- specifically Guili Plains, to see the infamous glaze lily. My ancestors actually once lived here, and based from what i heard, this is also the place where they will hear the sweet lullaby of a goddess as she sings to the glaze lilies." You smiled as you glanced at the fully bloomed flower around you, then turn back to look at the gentleman infront of you who let out a 'hmm'.

"Regardless, your journey here shows that you are not from Liyue? No?" He asked as he stared at the horizon behind you, where the sun completely left his sight, leaving a rays of sunlight emblazing the scenery before him, you.

"Mhm, you got it right! I'm not actually from Liyue. I came from. . .another nation!"

"What brings a lady like you here? In Liyue?" Rex Lapis finally settled his eyes on you, his gaze seemingly full of elegance, softness. . .and sadness?

"Well, i just— i just feel like Liyue will be a beautiful place to start with— and it proves me right." You glanced back at him as the flowy cherry blossoms went fall, fall, and fall all around him.

'A beautiful sight, indeed.' You sighed as you took in the beauty of the man who stood tall before you, the moonlight shone over him. You thought what is it special in him that you find captivating that it made you lost in him.

'Perhaps it's the appearance? His unique arms?' You don't know.

"Oh! I have to go now, mister! It seems that the moon already gave me a hint that it's my cue to leave, i still have to look for a place to stay." You hoped to converse more with the gentleman, but you don't want to sleep outside shivering in the cold that winter left for the lovers that will bloom in spring, don't you?

"How disappointing, i wish to know more about the voyage you've went through. I guess we need to part ways now." He nodded as he got lost into deep thoughts and 'hmmed'.

"It saddens me to split ways here. I really have to leave now.

Farewell, mister gold!"

You gave him quick smile for the nickname then walk away— never forgetting to take the glaze lily with you.

Rex Lapis find it peculiar that a person just treated him like a normal person, that he just had a normal exchanging of words with a mortal. It looks like you don't know who is he, and he doesn't know whether to be glad or mad that you're talking to a god like him as if he's your close friend.

Generally, people would talk to him with so much honor and devotion. For a moment it made him forget who he is, what is he.

'No.'

'I shouldn't- i can't be thinking like this. I have people and a nation to protect. I have an oath and rules to obey. A mere human is a distraction to us gods.'

He let out a sigh, he thought that someone could finally treat him like how normal human treat each other— but no, because he reminded himself he’s a god.

note: Im planning to do a taglist, if u want to be mentioned when i post the update, just comment, send an ask or message me, i'll add you.

Rex Lapis then continued his stroll on the way to dihua marsh to pay a visit to certain adepti his.

©kazu-topia, do not copy or translate my works, thank you!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Payback's a Murder

Word Count: 2k Description: Mammon may be the Avatar of Greed and may constantly try to con his brothers, but others who try to do the same will find themselves at the wrong end of his murder. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to this, so here we go with Mammon's turn! Note: Mulciber is a demon mentioned in John Milton's Paradise Lost. He served under Mammon and was an architect. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, body horror, torture via the sharp ends of birds

The Avatar of Greed often found himself in trouble, whether it be because he stole personal belongings to sell or tried to cheat someone out of cash or … well, there were a lot of ways. Call him reckless, but when he saw an opportunity to make some cold, hard Grimm, he wasn’t about to pass it up!

But if someone tried to cheat him out of something? That wouldn’t do. Few dared to try it if they knew just who they were dealing with, but that didn’t stop some from trying anyway. They always regretted it afterwards.

The real issue, however, was if someone tried to cheat his brothers out of something. After all, he was the only one allowed to rip them off (that was his justification, anyway). The moment he finds out someone else tried to play confidence demon with any of them, it was a one-way ticket to the Great Mammon’s Beatdown Extravaganza.

He was walking by Leviathan’s room earlier when he heard a loud crash, some swearing, and a slight rumble under his feet. After some door breaking, tackling, and forcing his hotheaded brother to not summon Lotan, he found out what had made him so upset. Apparently, there was some demon running around with elaborate schemes swindling others -- well, nerds -- out of their money. He went on to explain something that Mammon did not at all understand -- as was usual when he got into his otaku rambling. If his brother had not been so upset, Mammon would have commended the guy for knowing how to target and hit a jackpot.

After some additional pestering, Mammon managed to get a rough description of this third-rate demon and realized he had a pretty good idea of just who it was. It was someone far closer to him than he’d like to admit.

So now here he was, leaning against the bar at one of the Devildom’s many clubs, drink in hand as he monitors the floor. If he was right, he would see the other cozening demon somewhere here tonight, so now it was just a waiting game. As Lucifer had told him repeatedly, You have to show that you’re Number Two. He planned to make that very clear tonight.

He felt the pulse of the bass vibrating through his body as the DJ amped up their music, more and more demons flowing into the space as the prime clubbing hours arrived. A few who noticed Mammon acknowledged his presence, some whispering about how he seemed to look way more serious than normal. The Avatar of Greed, not partying the night away already? Strange.

His patience was just about to run out when he caught a glimpse of just the demon he was seeking out. Hair as orange as a flame, he wasn’t too hard to spot amongst the crowd of more muted succubi surrounding him. Mammon downed the rest of his drink in one go, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he made his way to his target.

“Mulciber. Already getting started, huh?”

“M-Mammon?!” He seemed startled to see the other, but cleared his throat as he regained his cool composure. “It’s good to see you, man! Why don’t you join us all for a drink?” The succubi around him giggled, one daring to lean towards Mammon in an attempt to latch onto his arm, but he quickly placed a hand up to stop her.

“No touchin’, sweetheart.” He shot her a look that made her immediately back away, a pout on her lips. “And that’s a nice offer, Mulcey, but I was hopin’ I could talk to ya real quick in private.”

Mulciber could tell that no was not an option in this conversation, given the serious look in the Avatar’s eyes. “Oh, uh, sure. Sorry ladies, I’ll be back soon. Gotta take care of business!” He gave them a wink as they continued on to the table for their party. Clearing his throat again, he turned back to his superior. “So, what’s shaking, boss?”

Mammon just gave him a smile before nodding his head towards a side door, motioning to accompany him there. The lesser demon complied, following him outside to a side alley. The night air was brisk, causing a shudder to run through Mulciber’s spine. At least, he hoped it was the weather that was making him feel like this …

“I heard ya got up to another scheme.” Mammon fiddled with a lighter, flipping the top off and on with his thumb and a jerk of his hand as he spoke. Click, click, click, click. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally!” Mulciber nervously replied, wondering why Mammon seemed so interested. Did he want a cut of the check? Fishing for ideas for his own next get-rich-quick scheme? Or --

Oh.

Oh no.

He suddenly remembered that one of the victims of his scheming had been the very Avatar of Envy. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, delighting in the fact that he was even able to rip off a Greater Demon. Meant his plan had to be pretty genius, right? But now … now he was starting to realize that he may have just made a big mistake.

“Hm? Ya haven’t said a word, Mulcey-boy.” Mammon turned to face him, tucking the lighter into his pocket. He took a step towards the other, who immediately took a step back -- only to be met with a hard brick wall. “Or didja have a moment of realization?”

“L-Listen, Mammon, I’m sorry! I didn’t know at the time, I swear!” Mulciber brought both his hands up, as if that would stop the other from approaching him.

“Oh? ‘Cuz your face says differently, buddy.” He bared his fangs, the usual gradient in his eyes now glowing a furious gold. There’s a malicious grin on his face as he takes a step back, and then he begins to … whistle?

Mulciber does not like where this is going. He’s heard that tune before and it makes his hairs stand on end. “Look, man, please, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you!” There’s already desperation in his voice, which almost makes Mammon laugh.

“Glad to hear it. Then ya won’t have a problem with what’s about to happen next, yeah?”

It starts in the distance, a noise that made it feel as if your eardrums were being pierced by a thousand shards of glass. It grows louder and louder, closer and closer. An omen.

Mulciber shrinks against the wall, his grey eyes wide in fear. He knows running is pointless -- the other demon would quickly catch him, and leave him even worse for wear as repercussion. “P-please, Mammon, sir, don’t do this … “

“Didn’t you just say ya’d do whatever ya have to do?” Mammon shakes his head, his wings stretching out wide as if to entrap the lesser demon where he stood. “And you really think suddenly pullin’ out the formalities is gonna get ya any mercy here?”

The flapping of numerous wings now filled the air, a large murder of crows circling in the dark sky above. Their bone-chilling caws and cries rain down upon them as the birds eagerly await their master’s command.

Mammon lunged forward and grasped the other’s jaw, his claws digging into flesh as he brought his face threateningly close. “Pretty ballsy of you to think messin’ with any of us was the right move.” He growled, a rumble in his throat. “Looks like someone needs remindin’ of his place.”

“I-I wasn’t thinkin’ at the time! C’mon, you know how that is, don’t you? I was just thinking of making some big bucks, I didn’t mean to go and step out of line--” Mulciber frantically rambled, trying to ignore the searing pain he was feeling from Mammon’s grip.

“I’m sure that was the case, Mulcey, sure!” If it wasn’t for his mocking smile, the Avatar would have nearly sounded genuine. “But that doesn’t mean you can escape the consequences, ya’know?” He let out a tsk, watching as blood dripped from where he had pierced the other’s skin.

He let go of Mulciber, taking a few steps back as he shook his hand as if to clean it of the ichor. There was no denying the glee he was feeling from this -- it had been a while since he decided to flex his abilities and powers on another. Looking up to the sky, he whistled out another tune, causing the crows to descend.

“He’s all yours.” He commands them in a language only they could understand, and in a flash the black-feathered birds rush in to attack. Their squawks mix with Mulciber’s shrieks as they begin to peck at him with their beaks and scratch him with their claws. Mammon fishes out the lighter from his pocket once more, grabbing a cigarette from the box he had on him with his other hand. Leaning against the opposing alley wall, he lights up and takes a slow drag, watching as the flurry of feathers pulverize his inferior.

The crows tear at Mulciber’s flesh, their sharp beaks riddling his body with small cavities and painting him with his own blood. He continues to cry and scream, though it’s obvious he’s losing energy by the second as they grow weaker in intensity, his body slumping towards the ground. Perhaps he had learned his lesson? Surely, he’s just waiting for it all to stop now, right?

Mammon takes a glance around, humming in delight as he catches sight of a discarded iron pipe. He drops the remains of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before retrieving his now makeshift weapon. It feels cool and light in his hand, and he gives it a small toss in the air before catching it again with a satisfied smile.

“Alright, alright. You all can leave him alone now.” Mammon commands his murder once more, followed by another whistle to let them know they could go back to doing whatever they were doing before now. One of them flew over to Mammon, perching on the metal rod in his hand, looking up at him with a puffed up chest in pride as blood stained its beak.

“Yes, who’s my good lil’ birdie?” Mammon cooed, scratching the crow under its chin. “Go get yerself cleaned up, okay?” It cawed in delight before flying off to join the rest, who were fading back into the dark night sky. The Avatar of Greed shook his head fondly before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Mulciber lay crumpled on the ground, though was making efforts to sit upright as he gasped for breath. His body hurt all over, as if every inch of him had been pierced with needles. He feebly looked up to meet Mammon’s gaze, a whimper leaving him as he noticed the rod in his hand.

“What? I couldn’t let my birds have all the fun, now could I?” Mammon grasped the rod firmly in both hands before swinging it down with a deafening crack as it hit the other, who let out another sharp cry of pain.

“Hm, perhaps just another for good measure.” Whack. Another wail.

“Okay, okay. One more.” Whack. Another splatter of blood.

Content at the shuddering and sniveling mass that was left, Mammon kneeled down to get close to Mulciber’s ear, his next words full of menace. “Ya really should have stuck to the building business. Keep that in mind in the future, ‘kay?”

Mammon stood up and let the iron rod clatter to the ground, its hollowness ringing into the night. He made his way back inside to order another drink, ignoring the whispers and stares from the others in the club. It was doubtful that Mulciber would make an appearance here after what had happened for a while.

He knocked on the bar counter, getting the attention of the bartender. “Give me a glass of your finest whiskey. Put it on Mulciber’s tab.”

[buildmeafairytale]

Demon Boyfriends: Elow &Siphorus

Suprise! I wrote something! What’s better than one demon boyfriend, you ask? Two demon boyfriends, duh. I started this literal months ago, and I’m not going to lie, it's very self indulgent and porny. My praise kink is clear and in full swing. I was going to make one of the characters a hard core brat but he turned soft, what can I say. Anyways, I hope you guys like this! This is a link to my Ko-Fi, everything is appreciated but nothing is expected. <3

Life has been going great for you. Too great, really. You landed a well paying job in a cute small town named Talon Valley. You found the cottage of your dreams in the forest a few miles out of town. It was perfectly desolate and had a garden already set up in the back, as well as shelves that will work perfectly to store your potions. You already picked a great altar space, as well. It was your first time living alone, and you were excited to finally practice your craft in peace. 

Except there was no peace, and you soon discovered you were not alone. At first, the misplaced items didn’t phase you. You were still unpacking and you really didn’t know where you set things most of the time anyway. Only after the first couple weeks when things were supposed to be in their places, did you start to notice. 

You were a witch, sure. But that didn’t mean you weren’t easily spooked. You didn’t want to make things worse, so instead of doing a cleanse that could anger something stronger than you, you did a few charms and protection spells on yourself. That did nothing to stop the tiny torments. If anything, they increased. Not only were several potions moved, but they were mixed together haphazardly. Then your blinds would open after you had closed them, or your fridge would be left cracked. All harmless things, but knowing someone or something else was doing this was enough to have you constantly on edge. You just wanted to relax, dammit!

You never thought of this side of living alone. During the day, you were living in a beautiful cottage in the lush green forest, but at night it felt as though you were in a haunted cabin in the woods. You really couldn’t take it anymore. You had cried and whimpered all night when you felt you were being watched, and by the time the sun rose you had resolved to deal with this. 

You gathered some materials and made your way out of the house. After all, a summoning spell required a lot of concentration and you certainly wouldn't be able to do it in there. You found a nice clearing not too far from your home, and set up. You lit a few candles, did a few incantations, and waited. You were about to give up when, in a puff of smoke, a demon appeared. They were crouched down with blue flames dancing around them, but even still they seemed massive.

As the demon uncurled and stood himself upright, it seemed as though more and more limbs appeared. You counted six arms coming out of him, his whole body a gradient of black to white. His pitch black fingertips seemed as though they were covered in soot, and as you got closer to the middle of his body his skin was more and more milky white. Hooved feet clap on the ground. He had dark eyes and horns like a ram’s curled on the side of their head, with long black hair in between, and he towered over you.

He lowered himself and took your shaking hand in one of his large ones, his pure white eyes staring at you. 

“It is lovely to meet you, my master,” his voice is like velvet, and he flashes you his sharp teeth at you before placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “They call me Siphorus. I cannot wait to be of service to you.”

You let out a bleating laugh, unsure what to make of this. You weren’t expecting such a large and powerful demon to come; you weren’t even out of the broom closet and this kind of thing should take years of real practice. 

“Um, master?”

He chuckled under his breath, “Yes, master,” he rose, “You summoned me and I am under your command. I promise to fulfil anything you ask of me.”

You ignored his suggestive promise. Smooth as he may be, you were out in the middle of the woods for a more important reason. “You can just call me Lily if you’d like? And well, I sort of need your help with something?”

“Like I said, I am under your command, master,” he prompts you, a clawed finger lifting your chin up. 

“There’s something in my house,” you tell him, clearing your throat and putting some space in between the two of you. “Something spooky and it...watches me I think. I don’t know how to make it go away by myself.” 

“A powerful witch such as yourself?” he frowns “No matter, I shall play the role of your gallant protector.” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Honestly, who talks like that? For someone who looks so formidable, he’s a bit on the odd side. At least he is going to help you. 

He starts towards your house, although you aren’t sure how he knows the way.

“Ah yes, I can feel his presence here.” Siphorus opens the door for you with a flourishing gesture.

 As soon as one of his hooved feet lands on the other side of your doorway, chaos breaks out. Cabinets are slamming, furniture is being overturned, and the lights are flickering. 

“She is MY master! GET OUT!” A voice yells out as lightbulbs start to explode. You let out a scream as glass flies at you, covering your face and burying it in the stomach of the demon by your side. With a wave of his hand Siphorus halts the glass midair, something you probably could have done if you hadn’t been so panicked. You step away from him once again, your face hot. You try to convince yourself it’s from his inner hellfire, but you aren’t too sure. 

Siphorus clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner. “Now now, let us not make a mess of our sweet Lilians home, hm?” 

An angry hissing sound responds back, things slamming and shaking but nothing as messy. 

“This is quite the tantrum. Honestly, show yourself and be gone!” Siphorus calls out, and a figure starts to appear. 

White hot flames spiral out in your living room and from within it steps another demon. This one is almost as tall as Siphorus, but not quite. He is lanky, and his skin textured, light colored but red seemed to be pumping underneath, as if it was scar tissue. This one only has one pair of arms, and has no hair. His eyes are cat-like and stare straight at Siphorus, flames around him roaring even stronger.

“GET OUT!” the figure yells, and you flinch into Siphorus once again. 

The flames suddenly go out, and you turn to see the other demon looking at you now.

“What,” he paused, swallowing thickly. “What is going on? Did you...find a new demon?” He asked, his voice sounding distraught.  “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stand there confused at his words. He doesn’t sound scary at all, if anything he sounds heartbroken. The fear melts away, and you take a step away from Siphorus. 

“What do you mean a new demon? This one belong to you?” Siphorus asks, eyebrow raised. You just shake your head, and he heaves a dramatic sigh. 

“Of course I belong to her. I became attached to her weeks ago and she brought me home. She was walking in the forest and I felt her energy. It was lonely so I came with,” he hissed these words out, eyes turned to slits. 

“She was scared and I had to keep her safe! She was making protection charms and satchels and sticking them everywhere.” 

“From you, you nimwit! She didn’t even know you were in the house!” Siphorus admonishes him, “You should have at least presented yourself!”

His face falls further and the demon places himself on one of your dining room chairs, dwarfing it.

“But, she never asked for me? I was never summoned to do her bidding, or had any reason to show myself. I just thought she knew I was here, and would ask me if she needed anything. Since she didn’t ask, I just watched over her.” he sniffles, and you get a knot in your throat. 

A pitiful “Oh,” passes through your lips. You move over to him, letting him scoop you onto his lap.

“I just wanted to be a good demon, I’d never had a master that was such a nice witch,” he whines high in the back of his throat, nosing at your hair. You coo at him the way you would a scared puppy, doting on him with attention and sweet pets on his scarred and hairless head.

You then hear a scoff from Siphorus, both you and the new demon turning to look at him.

“What?”

“The two of you are absolutely pitiful, do you know that?” Siphorus asks, baffled.

You stay cuddled up, “Well, wait - what is your name?” you look up into his eyes, his fangs pushing into his soft looking lips. 

“Elow, master,” he replies into your hair, still trying to get as close as possible to you. 

“Elow, it’s nice to meet you,” you tell him, giving him a sweet smile he readily returns. “Well I’m absolutely fine with Elow staying. And I don’t think we’re pitiful.”

Siphorus sputters. “Well, I suppose we have a bit of a problem, then. You summoned me to get rid of him, and I cannot leave until your summons are completed.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just don’t feel good about making him leave now, Siphorus.” You tell him, and feel Elows long arms wrap even tighter around you.

“Yes, Siphorus. Please don’t make me leave now,” Elow asks him, eyes wide.

You assure Siphorus you will help him in any way that you can. 

“You can stay here until we figure out how to let you go back, of course. I- do you sleep?” you ask them. “I can get some rooms ready for you!” And you scurry off, hoping that the two demons get along.

You aren’t sure how to act now that you have both demons staying in your home. Firstly, you layout some ground rules as far as Elow touching your potions and leaving the fridge door open. He looks so sad after your gentle scolding, so you take some time to comfort him as well. The two of you snuggle up on your small couch and watch a movie. He’s informed you that he has been starved of contact for a long while, and he basks in your touch. You enjoy it as well, and his warmth lulls you to sleep. When the two of you wake, you are covered in a blanket. It’s soft and black, and not one you had seen before. It smelled slightly of fire. 

The three of you had settled into a routine. On the days you went to work, you came home to a clean house, and a meal. It was all so domestic, and occasionally one or both of your demons would produce a human glamour and come with you into town. They always kept on sunglasses, though, because they couldn’t change their eyes. You doubt the inhabitants of Talon Valley would mind. Siphorus had informed you that most of the people living here were some kind of supernatural being. As a witch, you fit right in.

So well, in fact, that you had befriended another witch already. She was much more confident in her abilities, and had already figured out a solution to Siphorus being stuck with you. 

Coming back from a visit with her, you had mixed feelings. You had a solution, sure, but you had grown so fond of your demon. You didn’t want to let him go, and already felt hollow just thinking about him departing. You creak the front door open while lost in thought and were unprepared for what you were seeing. Standing in shock, you take in the scene before you.

 Through the doorway, you can see Elow on top of Siphorus. His head is thrown back, and high pitched moans leave him. You can make out the deep bass of Siphorus encouraging him as Elow bounces on his cock, thoroughly impaled. Siphous is leaning back on one set of hands, with the others on either side of Elow’s hips and face. Elow’s own hardness bobs between his thighs, long and thick. It’s textured like the rest of him, but redder.  You feel your own face get hot, and the gasp that leaves your lips is what finally catches your demons’ attention. 

Elow is embarrassed and won’t look at you, trying to hide behind a tangle of sooty arms. Siphorus just smirks at you, taking in your doe-eyed appearance. You feel as if your heartbeat is between your legs. 

“Isn’t our Elow so beautiful,” he draws out, running his hand along the other demon’s flank. Elow shudders, still fully seated, and you nod. “So beautiful, so good for me. For us,” he purrs into Elow’s ear, his milky eyes still locked on yours. This time Elow actually moans, weather that be from the thickness spearing him open or the words alone, you are unsure. Siphorus beacons you closer, and you feel as though you are under a spell.

With a touch of your magic, the door is shut and locked. Your feet carry you closer to them, and Elow peaks at you, somehow both demure and debauched. He isn’t much smaller than Siphorus, really, but he looks tiny like this. He whispers a “Hi,” into your hand, kissing it gently. You return the sentiment, caressing his face. He squirms and whimpers, and you see his cock jump. “Oh, honey,” you coo, and pull him in for a sweet kiss. One of Siphorus’s hands tangles in your hair, while the other of the set is on Elow’s head, encouraging you two. He encourages you vocally too, his pleased throaty moans making your kiss turn feverish. 

“Join us, master,” Siphorus implores you, a hand wandering down your thigh.

Behind the lust you feel for them, a sense of nervous insecurity rises when you go to take your clothes off. You pull off your outerwear, taking your time. Your demons must sense your hesitance, as they pull you between their intertwined forms, Elow at your back.

“Shh master, just focus on my hands,” Elow tells you, ever so sweet. His hands move along your breasts, kneading the flesh there. One rises up, covering your throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds his hand there. His thumb comes up to brush along your lips, and you take it into your mouth without a conscious thought, sucking and wrapping your tongue around it, an action that draws moans from both of your demons. 

“Do not try to hide from us,” Siphorus’s voice is but an echoing growl, teeth pressing into your ear. “We can smell you, master. The air is thick with your want, let us serve you.” From where you rest on his torso, you can feel his hips moving, along with Elow’s hardness pressing against your lower back. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Elow removes his hands, and you let out a pleading moan, not wanting them to stop.

“You have to tell us, master. Tell us what you want, and it’s yours, please,” Elow says, his voice a breath of a whisper.

“Yes, darling, just tell us,” Siphorus echoes the sentiment, and you feel dizzy with want.

“Please,” you breath out, “Please touch me. Take me,” you plead to them. 

No sooner do the words leave your lips their hands wrap back around you. You push your butt back onto Elow’s pulsing cock, rolling against it. He whimpers out, and you can only imagine how full he must feel. You use your magic to take your clothes off, not wanting to break the contact with your lovers. Feeling them against your skin is worth any nervousness you may have been feeling. Siphorus captures your mouth in a kiss, and although you may be his master, it is clear who is in control. The press of his teeth to your lips has your hips jerking, and you’re sure they can both feel how wet you are perched on Siphorus’s muscular abdomen. 

Siphorus’s hips are moving harder now, meeting Elow’s bouncing ass. A pair of Siphorus’s hands wrap around your hips and in one fluid motion, hovers you on top of his face. Your hands find his horns, steading yourself. He makes a loud, wounded noise at your grip, and Elow moans out at the particularly hard thrust that follows. You take that as a sign to loosen your hold, and pack his reaction away in the back of your mind for another day. You then look down and see Siphorus’s tongue, so very long and pink, seeking out your heat. 

He suddenly growls, and flips you around so that you’re facing Elow, and his tongue presses into you. It stretches you and you feel it press against your walls, long enough that it can still curve to press to your clit. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot help but rock against them.

You get to watch Elow being fucked, and you meet his mouth in a frenzied kiss. Both of you are being held tight by Siphorus’s hands, being pleasured by him. The hands around Elow are thrusting him up and down, and the peek you get of Siphorus’s member has you clenching harder around his tongue. He laps up the wetness spilling from you as if he is starved, the noises coming from him sound as if he is tasting salvation. Elow acts much the same, drinking from your mouth as if it is the finest wine. 

You feel all too much and not enough, and you wrap a hand around Elow’s cock. It’s hot and heavy in your grip, and Elow turns to putty, begging. 

“Please don’t stop, please master,” he whines, high in his throat. Incoherent noises keep coming, and you assure him you won’t stop, pressing yourself further onto Siphorus. 

“Not gonna stop honey, wanna make you feel good. Such a sweet demon, aren’t you? My sweet demon.” You praise him and his movements turn jerky. The noises leaving him become even more frantic and high pitched. He reaches a crescendo and spills into your hand, covering you in his thick white cum. You don’t stop until he is pulling away from your hand, a whimpering mess convulsing on your other demon's cock. Your other demon, who is now redoubling his assault against your cunt, seems close as well. You watch him tense up and with an animalistic grunt, fill up Elow with his seed. His tongue is still fucking into you, and the visual he and Elow provide is all that is needed to push you over the edge, tensing and jerking away as your climax leaves you breathless. 

The three of you pull yourselves apart, you considerably more out of breath than your demons, who are much quicker to recover. Elow is behind you while Siphorus leans upright against the couch, stretching out his many muscles and preening before you. You let your eyes rake over him, and you feel desire bubbling in your skin. 

His nostrils flare, and his eyes dig into you even harder, predatory. You feel your heart pound and you’re sure he can smell your want, just as he said. 

“Oh, Lily, you think we are done with you?” Siphorus asks you, reaching over to tuck a sweat soaked strand of hair away from your face. 

“I hope not,” you whisper out, ignoring how hot you feel your face getting. You gnaw on your lip, and feel Elow stretch his arms out. You lean into them, already feeling breathless. 

“C’mere master, please? Can I have you this way?” He asks, tucking you to his front. One hand moves to rest on your throat while the other goes to your leg. You nod eagerly, letting him hoist your leg up as he nudges his member against your opening. He ruts against you before seating himself inside in one lazy thrust. All of your nerve endings are ablaze, and your hands wrap around his forearm, keeping his hand pressed against your neck. He keeps a slow pace, and molasses runs through your veins. The moans that leave you sound desperate, and you watch as Siphorus fists his cock, his other hands tweaking his nipples and moving up and down his body. 

You can feel the magic he is putting off, and it’s as if his hands are touching you from where he is in front of you. He is content with watching this time, it seems. 

“Deeper, Elow. Give it to her deeper.” Not just watching then, apparently. He is giving orders as well. You moan out as Elow follows his direction and presses deeper into you, an eager “Yes'' leaving his lips. A phantom hand, courtesy of Siphorus, is circling your clit. The slow but persistent pleasure had you throbbing and jerking back into Elows arms, the two of you overstimulated together in the best of ways. More phantom hands ghost over you and go to Elow, who lets out a whorish moan at the feeling. 

“Good boy, just like that,” Siphorus praises and nods.

 You whimpered and met his milky gaze, “You too darling, you’re such a good girl for us. Such a good little master, aren’t you?” he asks, his smirk downright predatory. 

His words pull a noise out of you that you didn’t think you were capable of making. Between his words, phantom hands, and Elow’s deep movements massaging your inner walls, you don’t last long. You feel yourself tense again, sparks flying through your veins as you milk the cock nestled deep inside you. Siphorus is still talking to the two of you, praising you though you can’t make out the words. Elow finishes too, locking himself inside you as he fills you with his seed. He grunts and makes breathy sounds into your neck as he continues to fill you.The warmth of it has aftershocks rippling through you, and you lean your head back against his shoulder as the two of you enjoy your afterglow. He slips from you minutes later, and you feel his plentiful cum running down the inside of your thighs. You should feel a bit grossed out, but all you feel is sated and claimed.  

Siphorus must have finished with you as well, since you feel tendrils of his magic cleaning you up. They run up and down your body, prompting you to further melt into them. Your eyes peek open and he is there, smiling and pressing his lips to your forehead. “Shh, let me get us comfortable,” he tells you, before conjuring up a nest of blankets and cushions for you, all with a subtle fiery scent. You and Elow don’t even have to move, all the better since you still very much feel boneless. If Elow’s soft and content noises are anything to go by, he feels the same. Siphorus nuzzles himself in, the three of you tangled together. 

“May I admit something, my dearests?” he asks us, answered only with a humming affirmative.

“I- Well, I didn’t have to stay. I’ve been free to leave but I just really, really wanted to stay.” You had not heard him sound so vulnerable before, and you squeeze one of his hands. You’re surprised, but not upset by the news. If anything, it lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

“Pft, tell me something I did not already know,” Elow teases him, his eyes still closed and a smile on his face. 

Siphorus sputters, taken aback, but it turns into hearty laughter. 

“I’m glad you stayed,” you tell him, kissing him in your half - asleep state.  

The blankets and content hum of magic in the air lull you to sleep, surrounded by your loves.

[graqefruito]

ramen noodles~ georgenotfound

pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

type: fluff!!!

cw: not much, eating, going to a shop perhaps! pls pls let me know if anything else needs to be said here :)

this is for @heyskeppy​ ‘s 600 event!! (well done well done) if you want to join too here is the link to their post!! thank you so much for letting me enter, hopefully this is alright <33 

Tumbling slightly out of the car, you managed to stay upright and began walking towards the small shop in front of you. The neon signs were no constellations, yet you navigated by them just the same. It was as if every vivid summer petal had been sacrificed, crushed and squeezed into that store sign so it could shout louder than the moon and stars. And you were extremely thankful for that as it was currently 2:27 am and your eyes had fogged up, hazy with a lack of sleep.

Turning back for a second, you saw George trudging flimsily behind, acting as if his feet were made of iron, weighing him down. You paused your advancement towards the store and waited as he languidly lumbered closer to you. Holding out a hand for him to take, you waited until his cold, pale skin grasped onto yours. Then hand in hand you both made your way towards the shop, watching as the gap-toothed neon open sign sneered at the bleak car park.

It wasn’t long until you felt the warm glow of the synthetic store lights on your skin as you stepped through the grime-ridden door. Countless aisles stood anonymously, lined in perfect symmetry. Tonnes of fresh produce were crammed onto each shelf, yet no customers to purchase and only one member of staff occupied the desolate supermarket. You pulled George a little bit harder till you were met with a grunt as he stopped to get a trolley for the both of you. Stuffing a pound coin in the slot, he unclasped the chain keeping the shopping carts all together and rolled it over to you. Grabbing the trolley with one hand and George’s palm with the other you continued your pursuit into the grocery store. George let out a low chuckle, noticing the way your pace picked up as you nonchalantly sprinted past the vegetables and then again past the fruits.

Making your way to the snack aisle, you let go of the trolley, letting it trundle along the plain tile flooring going down its own path. The selection was varied and you and George raced down the aisle picking up random bags and flinging them in the vicinity of your cart. Piles of sweets, biscuits and crisps were now forming a mound as they were continuously being hurled. 

Abruptly, a loud screech blared and echoed throughout the deserted store as your worn converse slid to a halt in front of a specific item. Shuffling up behind you, George stopped too, a smile breaking out on his face in concurrence with yours. Looking at each other for a simple split second, you both grabbed three packs of the ramen noodles and tossed them on the side of the food mountain, a particular section George had named ‘Gogy Gradient’ making you giggle at the poor choice of words. 

Then with bliss he disclosed and declared the name of the top of ‘Gogy Gradient’ - y/n peak. Though it was silly, you felt a warm peachy glow illuminate in the pit of your stomach and your nose crinkled like tissue paper. As you shook your head light-heartedly at George, he took no notice and instead tried to push the now bulky and cumbersome trolley to the service point. Noticing his clear struggle, you lilted over to help, both of you enforcing every last dribble of energy to try and shift the cart.

After an age of pushing, you finally made it to the tills, only one in service with a seemingly ancient man as the cashier. A wizened face peered out from under a wedge of blue hat, which was the only thing on his otherwise bald and mottled scalp, save a sparse fringe of white. His eyes were so heavily lidded and weighed down with wrinkled folds that it was almost like talking to someone asleep, yet he was quite alert. He took no time in scanning and sliding every snack, till he was finished. Not seeing the last ramen noodle pot tumbling towards him.

“Will that be all?”

You had been expecting the croak of old age but his voice was more like a sergeant major, strong and distinctly upper class. Frozen to the spot with confusion over his voice, you both forgot you had to reply.

“Oh, oh um y-yes thank you sir” you stuttered out, still in shock by his gravely tone, “oh wait sorry, sir, you missed something, so sorry”

No words were spoken, only the long overworked sigh that emanated from his mouth.

He quickly scanned the last pot, wasting no time in getting your total up, which George rapidly tapped his card and payed for, letting you both leave the store not long after you had entered it.

The streets of London were unsurprisingly clear for a Monday evening, or rather Tuesday morning, at now 2:56 am. You were able to drive home in no time, which was convenient as George had spent the entire time moaning about how hungry he was and how much he wanted a cup of warm noodles and how he wanted to finish watching the film that he had put of pause just to go and get food. The whole 10 minutes it took to get home he spent moaning and groaning about something new and you just listened. You loved just listening to George talk, whether he was ranting or telling you about coding or just talking about absolutely nothing, it meant everything to you. So as you drove back from the small Tesco’s a tiny smile had weaved its way onto your face.

Finally though, you got home and while George put the stuff away and started the ramen, you relaxed into the sofa and suffocated your body in blankets. Each soft quilt felt fluid against your skin as the fluff soothed you to comfort. Soon enough, George pottered back over to you with two hot steaming mugs. The questioning look on your face led to him explaining that the two of you had ran out of bowls and so he resorted to the closest option because he was ‘not giving up his ramen for a stupid lack of bowls’. The sass in his tone made you lightly chuckle as you took the mug from his hands along with a fork and shuffled across the sofa to let George join you. Playing the movie, you threw your legs into a criss cross and brought the mug towards your mouth, taking a sip of the broth.

“Tastes good Georgie” you smiled, taking in how adorable he looked, covered in blankets fiddling with a forkful of ramen noodles from a mug.

“Of course it does, I made it.” He quipped back, a grin plastered on his face and his left eyebrow quirked.

You simply giggled back and placed your mug down, letting your body fall against George’s, tousling his hair gently. His lips allighted on your cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. Then he peacefully watched as a carnation blush blossomed across your smiling cheeks. You only cuddled further into his body, snuggling up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly caught up to his, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm touch.

[qingxin-dream]

In the Dead of Autumn

a/n | idk what came over me but god this is so sad. i’m sorry kazuha you’re too sweet and pure for this shit, forgive me😭 (art credits: pixiv)

warnings | you break kazuha’s heart!!!

genre | angst, breakup

word count | 788

pairing | kazuha x reader; implied scaramouche x reader

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In the chilly November air, the once vibrant maple leaves had long shriveled inward and fallen to the dead ground. Clouds gathered overhead, dimming the barren forest to a murky, dull palette of muddy browns and grays.

Despite the cold winds, you ventured out into the wilderness to meet your partner, Kazuha. An observant admirer of nature, he always loved meeting you in all kinds of beautiful spaces for dates. Although, as you walked to the vacant, lifeless meadow you thought back to the last letter he sent you, the words he elegantly carved in black ink had cut through your soul.

Something was off.

His flowery vocabulary had lost its luster and its charm. The curve of his letters were harsh and sharp, rather than smooth and arching like gentle waves against a soft shoreline. You could tell the paper had been severely crinkled on the sides, as if it had been crumbled intensely and poorly flattened afterward.

‘Meet me at our usual spot. Noon,’ the letter ended abruptly with a haphazard signature that vaguely resembled Kazuha’s initials.

Such brief, ineloquent words from the man you know as thoughtful, thorough, and wise sent a discomforting chill down your spine. Before you knew it, the bright, warm-colored gradient of his embroidered outfit came into view. He was patiently waiting for you, a strangely forlorn gaze in his eyes as he suddenly recognized you approaching.

“Hey,” you smiled slightly, a pitiful shot at salvaging the tense atmosphere. You had no possible idea of what had Kazuha distraught, and why he had decided to keep it from you. Your throat began to feel thick with saliva, suffocating any endeavors to say much more. “It’s been awhile. I… missed you.”

“Indeed it has been. I apologize for not writing more of my letters to you. The past few weeks have proved to be quite taxing on an old samurai like myself,” Kazuha replied, notably devoid of even the tiniest smile on his lips. “These towering mountains in Liyue hide a great many secrets, you know.”

Taking a moment to capture the detail of the clearing surrounded by mountains, you appreciated the beauty despite the death brought forth by the first signs of winter. “Yes, I do love the landscape of Liyue. I miss it. Though its soil has been through too many troubles to remember.”

A small grunt escaped his mouth followed by a suppressed sigh.

“Even as I wander this foreign countryside, the breeze weaving in and out of the mountainscape never fails to tell me of your whereabouts, as I lay awake at in the moonlight thinking of you in that lonesome hour,” he confessed, cream-white locks of hair flowing gracefully as the gust of wind rustled through the barren trees.

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, reaching for the hand resting alone at his side. Swiftly, the wanderer retracted his hand at your gesture, pursing his lips in disappointment. Confused and perhaps hurt at his rejection, you questioned his closed-off behavior. “Kazu, what’s wrong? What are you getting at?”

“Darling,” Kazuha whispered, deep ruby irises struggling to meet yours. You couldn’t help but notice his knuckles turn white as he grips the bottom fringe of his sleeves within his palm. “I know part of you craves the… insatiable ecstasy of danger.”

His voice wavered, unsteady and fragile. Pain etched onto his furrowed eyebrows. He cannot even bear to look anywhere near you. “…And o-of him.”

Your chest tightened at an alarming rate, as if Kazuha himself had his fingers around your heart and squeezed and squeezed until you were paralyzed. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Please, spare me from the anguish of having to spell it out for you. I know your heart desires the thrill of a more… perilous lifestyle, born of your newfound attachment to this man who calls himself the Balladeer.”

“I cannot cage my little bird any longer,” he sighed again, shaking his head in a poor attempt to wash away the despair creeping upon his features. “If I am not your happiness, then you shall seek it on your own.”

Hot tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over your frigid cheeks messily. No matter how many times you wiped them away, even more tears seemed to pour between choked sobs of painful regret. “K-Kazuha, p-please, don’t do this. Y-you don’t understand. I need you.”

The heartbroken samurai had already come to terms with reality, unwilling to hear your pleas. A beautiful whirlwind of leaves encapsulated Kazuha’s form and in the blink of an eye he vanished without a trace—his final words echoed with the haunting movement of the trees.

“May the winds guide you, my lost dove.”

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[djarinsbeskar]

Spandex and Smiles

I blame @aesnawan for beginning this entire fiasco of an AU based on this idea, and @alliterative-albatross for enabling us both with the most perfect headcannons. Is this edited? Nope. Beta’d? Nada. A complete mess I just had to get out of my head? Absolutely. 

I randomly tagged it to a Detective!AU I’m playing around with so who knows where this will take us. Anyway, on with spandex covered Cyclist!Din.

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Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader 

“You finally going to say more than two words to her this time?”

The harsh exhale that left Din wasn’t in exertion as one might think as he easily kept pace on the uphill climb known ominously as ‘Heart Attack Hill’ to anyone who bothered doing cardio this side of town. A two mile stretch with a constantly steep gradient, it was the biggest hurdle on the route before the more relaxing downhill cycle back into town.  

No, Din exhaled in exasperation as Fennec shot him a wolfish grin from beneath her helmet, barely a sheen of sweat on her skin and peddling much too easily for Din’s liking.

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a ‘mind your own business’, Shand,” he bit out, his thighs burning with the repetitive push of every peddle. He could feel the tension in his quads and hamstrings, the muscles working hard against the resistance gravity attempted to push on him. His lungs burned and his skin was slick with sweat beneath his gear.

God, it was fucking roasting this morning.

There was no way of escaping the heat this time of year, not even at seven thirty in the morning and momentarily, Din lost himself in the thought of the shower he would have once he got back home after dropping the kid off at day-care.

Fennec merely threw back her head and laughed, releasing the handlebar with one hand to give him a light punch to his shoulder and Din wondered aimlessly if he should stop being so competitive. After all, Fennec was the only one who kept pace with him at this part of the cycle, the others falling behind to a slower speed as exhaustion crept closer. Maybe, he would get more peace if he slowed down and let their chatter drown out his existence where he would mercifully be left to his thoughts and Grogu’s quiet gurgles and nonsensical, half-formed words from his child seat.

But then he remembered who made up the rest of this ragtag group of cyclists he had somehow found himself training with every morning and he scraped the idea entirely. No, Fennec was the least of his worries when it came to teasing.

One passing comment that he cycled to Cara at the office and suddenly he had a cycling partner, which turned into a cycling trio, which turned into a certifiable cycling circus. He still envied Boba for flatly refusing to join a team of any kind even when his own partner – Fennec – decided to test all their mettle by joining since she was a literal machine, her endurance unfathomable and awe-inspiring.

“You teasing Din about his crush on teacher again, Fen?” he heard Cara call up from behind. The two were incorrigible together. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a moment’s peace with them all working together in the same office.

Din sighed, his grip tightening on the handlebars of his bike.

That would teach him to tell them that his kids’ new day-care centre was on the way. Instead of continuing on to their own homes, like normal people, this motley crew of spandex covered idiots decided they wanted to wait at the school gates as he brought Grogu to the door before making their way home.

We’ll watch your bike!

“I usually bring it in with me.”

We want to say bye to the baby!

“Say bye now.”

I just really want to watch your ass in those tight shorts. It’s enough to give even me bi-panic.

“Fuck off, Cara.”

Suffice to say, none of them left. Which made Din overly aware of his every movement as he pulled off the small, bright green, frog shaped backpack from over one shoulder. Grogu sat comfortably in the crook of his free arm and squealed joyfully when he saw where he was, his small fists slapping onto the sweaty fabric against Din’s chest and shoulder.

Even if the slaps felt feather-light to Din, he knew his son was strong and it filled him with pride. Then the colourfully decorated door - filled with painted handprints and large colourful rainbows – swung open and suddenly, Din was filled with something distinctly different to pride as you wandered out with a bright, disarmingly beautiful smile on your face when you saw them.

For the first week or so, Din had been met by the owner of the day-care, who kept him updated on how Grogu was settling in. It looked like the bottomless toyboxes and the nutritious meals this place claimed to provide wasn’t the only reason he was excited to come here every morning.

When you lifted your eyes to meet his that first day, Din blushed. He could damn well feel the heat rise to his cheeks when you smiled at him and offered him your name. God, you were pretty. No wonder he way paying an arm and a leg for this place, with people like you taking care of his son.

“Mr. Djarin, isn’t it?” you had ventured kindly when Din made no effort to respond. He cleared his throat and nodded, your eyes softening at the corners as your smile turned gentle.

“Well, Mr. Djarin why don’t you let me take this little monster off your hands, we have a big day planned for the sandbox, don’t we?” you directed the question to Grogu who babbled on excitedly and reached a small hand out towards you.

“Uh—sure,” he responded lamely, inwardly cringing at how rough his voice sounded, harsh against the backdrop of children’s laughter and your sweet smile. He turned to look at Grogu, equally dark eyes staring back at him and his own gaze softened as affection bloomed in his chest,

“Be good,” he muttered before letting you take the kid into your own arms, the little boy nestling his cheek happily against your shoulder and popping his thumb into his mouth as he snuggled close to you. Din ran a hand carelessly through his hair and winced a little at the sweat-soaked strands; not the best first impression.

“Say bye bye, Grogu,” you spoke softly, your voice light as you waved your own hand to show him, Grogu immediately waving to him and the display made his gut clench, “see you after work.”

I, uh- yeah,” he nodded once, and held out the froggy backpack to you before he forgot and walked off still holding it. You took it with a small ‘thank you’ and he grunted in response.

He offered you a simple nod of thanks before tucking tail; turning to make his way back to the nosy group standing around the gate, his cheeks flushing hotter when he grabbed his helmet from Cara and pointedly ignored her smirk.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one admiring you ass,” she teased with a clap to the back of his shoulder, and he knew he would never hear the end of it.

Two weeks later, standing outside the gates of the same day-care, they still hadn’t let it go and he was beginning to contemplate the pros and cons of murdering his colleagues.

Maybe then he could go back to cycling in peace again.

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[vagabondreamer]

After the Fall (1)

Pairing: Lucifer x Angel! Fem! MC

Word Count: 2.5k

Series Summary: Angel! Fem! MC is part of an exchange program that sends her to the Devildom for a year.

Chapter Summary: MC has a rude awakening when Michael orders her to go to the Devildom. Some pleasant and unpleasant first impressions of the brothers.

Author's Note: My story will follow some events from the Obey Me! game, but will deviate since MC is an angel.

***

You march into Michael’s office unannounced, a small letter in your grasp.

“Michael, what is this?” You hold up the paper to show him.

“MC, it’s rude to enter without knocking,” he scolds you. “It’s an exchange program. You’ve been chosen along with two other angels to go to Devildom.”

“Yeah, I can read that! Why do I have to go?” Michael sighs and meets your upset gaze.

“It’s to improve relations. And as Lucifer’s replacement it’s your duty to engage in these politics.” Michael places his hand on your shoulder in a friendly manner. “I know it’s been tough, and I know you’re still learning, but you will go.” His tone changes, much more serious this time.

“Yes sir.” You turn to leave his office.

“Oh and MC? Check up on Lucifer for me.”

“Yes sir.”

You left his office, and started towards your home. There was so much to do, but so little time; Michael must’ve sprung this up on you so you wouldn’t get much of a say. You looked down at the letter to see who the other angels were: Simeon and Luke. Simeon was a familiar name, you never got to meet him, but you knew he was close to Michael. Luke, on the other hand, you had no idea who he was. There were thousands of angels in the Celestial Realm so that wasn’t too surprising.

You packed your essentials, and said your goodbyes to close friends. Michael said he’d take care of your duties - which worried you. Were you not doing a good enough job? Was he going to replace you? Shaking your head, you told yourself not to worry. You only had to get through one year; and one year was nothing compared to the lifetime you lived.

One year in the Devildom.

One year with Lucifer.

***

It was early morning, the sky was bright and the air was fresh. Rolling to your side, you saw your luggage sitting next to the door. You jolted up.

“I thought that was a bad dream.” Rubbing your temple, you get out of bed and quickly get ready. There wasn’t a time written on the letter, but it was safe to assume you were already late. You rushed to the gates, and saw the other two other angels.

“I can’t believe we’re getting sent to the Devildom! There’s demons there!” The small boy complained.

“Well, demons need a home, too,” the other one teased.

Michael was also there.

“Ah, MC, you’re late.”

“I’m sorry. I -”

“This is Simeon and Luke, you should get to know them,” he interrupted you.

You shook their hands and introduced yourself. Never having met either angel, you were surprised with their looks. Simeon was absolutely gorgeous - formed by God himself. Luke, well, he was much younger than you anticipated; he must’ve only been a thousand years old - if that.

“Alright, it’s time to go. Be on your best behavior, you three represent the Celestial Realm.”

Everyone nods, and heads into the portal, one by one. You look back, saying a temporary goodbye to your beloved home.

Stepping out of the portal, the first thing you notice is how dark the environment is. The second thing you notice is that you’re in a large council room with a group of young men.

“Welcome to the Devildom,” a handsome man with red hair says. “I’m Lord Diavolo.”

You nod, giving a small smile, your stomach is doing flips.

“This is Lucifer -” Lord Diavolo continues his speech, but at the mention of Lucifer you tune out. Your eyes travel up and down him, trying to engrain his image to your brain. Never had you met him, only hearing the stories about him and his brothers. He looked mean.

“MC?” Lord Diavolo calls out again.

“Ah, yes?” Your cheeks light up, he kindly chuckles at your embarrassment.

“I was asking about what you do back home?”

“I-I’m a seraph.”

“You look young to be a seraph,” Lucifer responds boredly. Holding back the urge to roll your eyes, you cross your arms.

“I was created right after the war. In fact, I’ll be promoted to an Archangel after my training.”

Lucifer scoffs at this.

“You really think Michael would make you an Archangel?”

“I am your replacement, after all.”

He didn’t have a comeback for that, and by the look on Lord Diavolo’s face, he was not to continue quarreling. You meet the rest of the brothers: Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beel. Perhaps your memory was jumbled up when you walked through the portal - you swore there was another brother. They have interesting personalities to say the least, you were glad you didn’t need to interact with them that much.

“Lord Diavolo, where will we be staying?” You assumed you three angels would be lodged together - oh how you assumed wrong.

“Right, well, there’s another exchange student - he’s a human. He’s requested to stay with angels so that he can learn more about them.”

“Okay, that’s no problem.”

“The problem is Purgatory Hall only has three rooms. And I’ve been told that Simeon is Luke’s guardian. I doubt you’ll want to share a room with another man, so the only other option is the House of Lamentation.”

“House of Lamentation?”

“It’s where we reside,” Satan speaks up. “Oh and it’s haunted.” Was he trying to scare you?

“It ain’t haunted! Stop talkin’ like that before you invite spirits in!” Squeals Mammon.

“Both of you, enough.” Lucifer grabs Mammon by the collar. “You’re going to look after her, and make sure nothing happens to her, do you understand me?” Mammon mumbles complaints but is otherwise compliant.

“I don’t need a babysitter. I can protect myself.”

“You’ve never met a demon until today, you will be escorted for your duration here.” You disliked his smuggish tone. He thought he was better than you. A smart retort would have come out of your mouth had it not been for Simeon.

“MC, I’m going to take Luke to the Purgatory hall, I’ll see you later.”

“It was nice meeting you both.” You say your goodbyes and follow Mammon. The walk to the House of Lamentation was full of fussing coming from your demon counterpart.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck babysitting a dumb angel.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled about it either.” You mumbled. “In fact, there really is no reason for you to watch over me. After all, I am a powerful angel. Simeon doesn’t need a babysitter so I shouldn’t either.”

“That’s right! I just need to show you how to get around, but you can totally take care of yourself. Huh, you are smarter than you look.” He’s one to talk.

Mammon showed you around the town real quick and then led you to the House of Lamentation. You had gotten quite a few stares, your outfit made you stick out like a sore thumb. Your body was adorn with a flowy white dress with gold accents, and a gradient teal cape draped over your shoulders. You made a mental note to go shopping for clothes as soon as you could.

“Alright, this is it.” You entered through the front door - the house was grand, it was more like a mansion. Mammon led you to your room, said ‘see ya’, and left just as quick.

Sighing, you sit on your bed. The covers were pink, you wondered who was the last occupant. The day had barely started and you already felt overwhelmed. Had it been up to you, you would’ve just stayed in your room and avoided the brothers all together. But a single knock at your door ruined those plans. Getting up, you reached for the door knob and opened the door. In front of you was a giant - his name was Beel, right? You were having trouble keeping track.

“Hi, MC. I was wondering if you were hungry.” At that moment, your stomach started to growl. That’s right, you were in such a rush this morning that you didn’t get to eat. In response, Beel’s stomach growled right back. A small blush covered his cheeks. “Want to go get lunch?”

“Sure.” You followed Beel not knowing where he was taking you; he went on and on about Hell’s Kitchen and how delicious their food was, so it was safe to assume you were headed there.

The restaurant was fairly busy, and you could’ve swore you heard the staff groan when you both sat down.

“Do you come here often?” You cringed at yourself - that sounded like an awful pick up line. He didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh yeah, I know the menu by heart. And when they come up with new stuff, I’m always first in line.”

A waitress came by to take your orders. Beel ordered the whole menu and then some, the waitress then looked at you; you weren’t sure what to pick, so you guessed and hoped it would taste good.

“So, tell me about yourself Beel.” You placed your chin in your hand, giving him your undivided attention.

“Myself?” He ponders for a moment. “I’m the Avatar of Gluttony.” You nod, encouraging him to continue. “I’m the sixth-born. And...I have a twin brother.”

“Twin? Which one?”

“Belphie...you haven’t met him.” Your brows furrowed in confusion, so there was another brother.

“Where is he?” Beel adjusted in his seat and avoided your eye contact.

“I can’t say. Just don’t mention it to Lucifer, he’ll get really mad.” You decided to drop the topic, and just in time the food was being brought out.

***

The plan was to avoid the brothers, but after hanging out with Beel you decided he could be an exception. When you got back to the house everyone was actually there this time. As you walked back to your room, another demon stopped you - this time, Asmo.

“Ahh! You look so gorgeous! You must tell me your skincare routine right now!” He practically drags you to his room, not giving you a chance to protest. He sits you down at his vanity, poking and prodding at your cheeks. “You’re not wearing any makeup?” He gasps.

“No, Michael doesn’t really allow it. He says being too vain is a...sin…” You shut yourself up, quickly realizing you’re in front of the reason Michael says that. Asmo laughs.

“Well, Michael can’t tell you what to do down here. Please let me do your makeup!” Asmo has a good point - Michael wasn’t down here, and a little makeup wouldn’t be as sinful as he says.

“Okay, sure!”

Asmo worked on your face for about an hour and a half - to say he was a perfectionist felt like an understatement. You weren’t even allowed to look at your face until he was done; right then and there, you promised yourself to never let Asmo do your makeup ever again.

“Ta-da! I’m all done.” Asmo spun you around so you could look in the mirror. To say you looked beautiful was also an understatement.

“Wow…” You didn’t know what to say; your skin was flawless, your eye color popped, and your lips looked kissable.

“You look absolutely radiant.” For a moment you forgot where you were and you forgot who you were with, but you engulfed Asmo in a big hug - making sure not to ruin your makeup. “You’re welcome!”

“Would you want to go shopping one of these days? I really should get new clothes.” Asmo’s face lit up at the mention of shopping.

“Of course, darling! But what’s wrong with what you’re wearing now? I absolutely miss wearing my angel garbs.”

“It just grabs a lot of attention.” You hold up a hand to stop Asmo from interrupting. “I know what you’re going to say, attention isn’t always a bad thing. But, I just don’t want a bunch of demons to know I’m an angel.”

“Well the problem isn’t your clothes, MC.”

“What do you mean?”

“You literally radiate purity. All angels do. You can be dressed like a whore and they’d still know you’re an angel.”

“Oh, I suppose you have a point.”

“We can definitely still go shopping though!” You nod in agreement.

“That’s great! Well, I should probably go look for Lucifer and actually discuss what my day-to-day routine will look like.”

You gave Asmo a goodbye hug. Beel and Asmo would be the only two boys you don’t avoid - at least, you kept telling yourself that.

***

Walking around the house, you looked for Lucifer’s office. Michael always complimented Lucifer’s work habits - something you lacked in comparison. Now, you definitely weren’t lazy and your tasks were always completed, but because of Michael everything felt like a competition with someone who wasn’t even competing anymore.

You saw a door slightly cracked and peered in. Just your luck, it was Lucifer’s office. Barging in without knocking first, you find him at his desk full of papers.

“Hey, Lucifer, I’ve got a couple of questions about my time here.” You ask as you get a little too comfortable in one of his chairs.

“Do they not teach manners in the Celestial Realm anymore?” You recalled Michael always nagging about you barging in unwelcomed. Old habits do die hard.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” You sit up straight, feeling like you’re about to be scolded. Instead, Lucifer sighs and puts down his pen.

“What kind of questions?”

“Well, what am I going to be doing?”

“You’ll be attending RAD, just like the rest of us. You’ll learn the history of Devildom, law, potions, just like any other school.”

“School?” Your body slumped in disappointment; you had graduated and become a seraph what felt like only a few years ago, you really had no interest in RAD whatsoever. “What about meetings with Lord Diavolo?”

“What about them?”

“I was sent for relations, not academics.” Getting up from your seat, you move to stand in front of his desk.

“This is an exchange program. You’ll go to school and when Lord Diavolo sends for you, I will personally tell you.” He picks his pen back up and continues his work.

“Michael said I was here to talk politics.”

“I’m sure he did say that.”

“Then why are you treating me like a child?”

“Because you’re acting like one.” You scoff at his response. “Honestly, I can’t believe they created someone like you to take my place.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Childish, impatient, insecure, self-important, oh and you have no manners. You’re nothing like me.” Your hands balled into fists in anger.

“News flash, Lucifer, there’s a reason I’m not you. They don’t want another...incident.”

The pen he was holding snapped into two pieces. Maybe it was the way you said it, or perhaps that you were a reminder of his worst memories, but Lucifer subconsciously turned into his demon form. In retaliation, you turned into your angel form. You only had two wings, compared to his four - another way you were inferior to him.

“Get out.” You stood there, processing what was happening. “NOW.”