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and my foundations are decaying in this chili's tonight

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A Courtship of Shadows

Part Three

Pairing: fae!Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader

Summary: As summer begins, the human court moves to the countryside, and Aleksander accepts several invitations for balls and hunting trips. He finds he cannot escape you, and that perhaps he doesn’t want to.

Warnings: smidge of angst, mentioning the loss of a parent, hints of violence (not explicit)

Part One • Part Two

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“Sire,” Ivan says, caution colouring his tone.

Aleksander can feel the hairs at the nape of his neck prickling at the sensation of unfamiliar magic. The sound of dogs yapping playfully makes his stomach tense.

During his grandfather’s rule, humans bred hounds with the specific intention of hunting down fae. Even now, hundreds of years later, the hounds’ descendants can sniff out the magic in their blood.

There’s a number of those hounds prowling at the heel of their master Lord Rathbone, the heir to Lichen Manor. Aleksander keeps track of them at the corner of his vision, eyeing the man discreetly. He’s one of the more arrogant humans Aleksander has come across during his time in East Ravka. Amongst his hunting friends, he struts like a peacock, shooting snide looks at him and the rest of the fae.

Suddenly, the members of Aleksander’s group all seem to have noticed something in particular. When he turns to investigate, he finds you moving through the gathering of people, head held high, hounds of your own trotting obediently on either side of you.

Bypassing Lord Rathbone, you ascend the stone stairs at the front of the manor, approaching the old man standing in the entrance to the house. Aleksander watches as you talk. From his position, he can only see the man’s expression - not yours. He seems to regard you with a fondness that intrigues Aleksander.

As you turn, you offer your arm to the man, helping him descend the stairs. Each step he takes is measured and your eyes are filled with care and patience as you stand by his side. Aleksander sees your eyes wander through the sea of faces, searching for someone in particular. His lungs stutter when your gaze locks onto his, your expression softening with what looks like relief.

There’s an almost imperceptible tension to your shoulders as you walk by Lord Rathbone’s group, which appears to stiffen further at the sound of their laughter. Aleksander knows the eldest Rathbone son is around the same age as you, though you carry the years far better than him.

Aleksander provides his horse with a gentle pat to her side, stroking down the length of her strong neck as he steps away. He turns, anticipating your arrival in front of him.

“Your highness,” you greet him with a small bow, your arm still locked around your companion’s. “May I present the Duke of Lichen.”

The elderly duke bows respectfully.

“I’m grateful for your presence here today, your highness. It is a pleasure to have you as my guest.”

Aleksander is somewhat surprised by the duke’s manners and the honesty to his words makes him wonder the reasoning behind his gratitude. Nevertheless, Aleksander inclines his head politely, offering both of you a small smile.

“The pleasure is mine, your grace. You have a wonderful estate.”

The man smiles, his eyes crinkling as he nods.

“That I can agree with, your highness. Though I cannot take credit for its beauty. I believe the lady to my right is responsible for managing the grounds.”

Confused, and impressed, Aleksander glances at you for an explanation. The smile you give him is modest.

“Whilst I officially reside at Hawthorne, I have always spent the majority of my summer here at the manor…” The smile slips from your face, a haunted sheen in your eyes as you add quietly, “Until recently.”

As your words falter slightly, the duke’s expression grows somber.

“I’m certain you will have heard my son has returned from Tsibeya.”

Tsibeya is a small region in the north of Ravka, where unruly nobles are exiled so that they can consider their actions, as opposed to being imprisoned. The brief reference to whatever crime or transgression Rathbone had committed seems to make you uncomfortable.

Aleksander sees your thoughts slip away, lost to some memory he cannot guess at - though he suspects Lord Rathbone has some part in it. The duke settles his hand over yours, which appears to rouse you somewhat, drawing you back to the present. The smile you offer the duke is deceptively bright; Aleksander can see the tears burning in your eyes as you blink hurriedly to suppress them.

The duke steps back, bowing once again.

“I wish you both a bountiful hunt.” Aleksander nods slowly in acknowledgement, tilting his head as he watches the duke pat your arm gently. “It’s been good to see you.” His eyes flicker towards Aleksander before he adds, “Your father would be proud of you.”

There’s a small pause and a sad smile twitches at the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you.”

Aleksander stops breathing. He knows you follow the rules of the fae, rarely thanking anyone directly. But in this moment, each syllable is deliberate, a soft gratitude there in regard to the duke. It’s evident that you see him as a paternal figure. Aleksander can only imagine how hard it must have been for you, growing up in the human realm without your father.

The duke squeezes your forearm one final time before he moves away, turning back towards the manor. He doesn’t acknowledge his son, barely casting a glance in his direction. Meanwhile, you bring your attention back to preparations for the hunt.

The Old Ravkan rolls beautifully around your tongue as you issue a firm command, bringing both your horse and dogs to heel on either side of you. Aleksander believes he can trust you, though he still tenses as the hounds tilt their heads at him.

“They won’t hurt you,” you assure him softly. “I promise.”

Aleksander’s lips part in bafflement.

“How?”

The smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth is fond as you look down at the dogs, stooping to scratch behind the ears of each of them.

“My father took them in when they were puppies. As soon as I could crawl, I was climbing into their basket.” There’s a small pause and a wry twist to your lips. “They soon grew accustomed to the scent of fae.”

Aleksander tilts his head, studying your expression as your eyes flicker up to meet his. A determination settles over your features, your chin raised in resolution and one thing is certain - you aren’t hiding your fae-ness anymore. He smiles widely.

The authenticity of his emotions has Genya’s tailoring faltering momentarily and your lips part slightly at the brief glimpse of his true form. His stomach flips when he sees your eyes darken.

He wonders how you would react if you could stare freely at his true form - pale skin, pointed ears and pitch black eyes, his hair threaded with strands of gold amongst his raven locks. He hopes you would find him appealing.

The early morning sunlight warms your face, casting a soft glow over your skin and drawing Aleksander’s attention to the scar on your chin which runs along the length of your jawline on one side. Iron is the only material capable of scarring someone with fae-blood in them and something twists inside him at the thought of you being harmed in such a way.

He wants to hook a finger under your jaw and trace the crooked line of scar tissue there. He wants to ask you what happened. He wants you all to himself, away from prying eyes. The sound of laughter from the group of humans nearby has you stiffening slightly.

“I suspect I was only invited to the hunt today in an attempt at embarrassing you.”

Aleksander frowns.

“Why would I be embarrassed by you?”

“You’ve heard the rumours about us?” He nods slowly, his brows furrowed deeper in confusion even as you elaborate. “They think it’s amusing that people believe you might be interested in me.”

Aleksander hates how the humans perceive you and he longs to provide you with some confidence. But before he can offer you any sort of comfort, he catches the tail end of one of Rathbone’s jests. The halfling and the Darkling. His remark incites more laughter amongst the group and the muscle in Aleksander’s jaw twitches.

“They intend on snubbing you and your party by hunting deer today,” you inform him in a low voice.

He nods, unsurprised.

“I thought they might.”

He ducks his head down, hovering over the crook of your shoulder as you adjust the bridle on your horse.

“Though I believe you’ve misunderstood one of our customs, little blossom.” He turns his head, his lower lip grazing the shell of your ear. “Hunting deer is a privilege, not a crime. Only royal fae are permitted to kill a stag.”

He watches you turn to face him, your eyes widening slightly in realisation, then a determined grin spreads over your features. His heart skips a beat.

“Then let’s find you a stag, your highness.”

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Aleksander can’t find you.

He tilts his head aside, eyes scouring over the crowd in an attempt at being subtle in his search. When he notices Fedoyr’s grin he huffs out a sigh, turning in the opposite direction to eye the length of the ballroom.

The last time he saw you had been several minutes ago, talking to your mother. He hadn’t seen you leave the party but your mother’s brows are fixed in a disapproving manner as she holds her glass of wine tightly. The longer he looks at her, the more his concern for you grows, creeping beneath his skin like ivy.

Despite this being your family home, from your mother’s behaviour towards you it is evident that you are a guest at this evening’s ball.

Perhaps he should look for you. He slips from the ballroom without a word to anyone.

Aleksander passes the housekeeper in one of the quieter hallways, providing her with a polite tilt of his head as he continues his search for you.

“She will be in her father’s study.”

Aleksander stops, turning back to meet the woman’s eyes directly, examining her.

Despite only having arrived yesterday morning, the servants of your household have been exceptionally kind to him and his entourage. From his perspective, it seems they care about your well-being far better than your mother does.

He nods in gratitude and begins to move towards the stairway.

Aleksander locates your father’s study easily enough, in the room beside the bedchamber he has been occupying during his stay. The thought that he has been using your father’s bedchamber crosses his mind briefly.

He finds you sitting beneath the sturdy oak desk, your face flushed, cheeks stained with tears as you wipe your nose messily. At the sound of the door opening, you turn with widened eyes, brushing your tears away rapidly to hide your state of vulnerability. When you recognise him through your tears, your shoulders sag, losing their tension.

Aleksander closes the door behind him, eyes locked on yours as he moves slowly across the room to stoop down in front of you. He reaches out, his movements considerate as he gives you the opportunity to pull away. Instead, you lean into his touch as he strokes your damp cheek.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

He can see the lie lingering on the tip of your tongue, human instinct urging you to insist that you are fine. He can also see the distress it causes you - the thought of lying to him. Tears well in your eyes again, your breathing shaky as you practically tremble.

“Mother has offered my hand to Lord Rathbone.”

The words are broken and hoarse but they ring painfully in Aleksander’s ears.

“I can’t marry him,” you admit in a whisper. “Our children would have too much fae in them. He would hate them, I know he would. I can’t bear the thought of my children being hated by their father.”

He watches as you fidget with the handkerchief in your lap, nails picking at the thread lining the edge as a few tears escape your eyes.

“His father - the earl - promised my father he would look after me. He’s already informed me that he will refuse whatever dowry she might offer.”

“A rejection like that will ruin your prospects.”

A self-depreciating smile quirks at the corner of your mouth.

“I wouldn’t say there are many suitors looking to court me.”

Human men are fools. Aleksander cannot understand how any of them can resist your sweet charm, quiet humour, and undeniable intelligence. Not to mention you are one of the most beautiful women at court.

He can see the sadness weighing on you and whilst Rathbone’s proposal and the upcoming damage to your reputation is distressing, he believes you’ve handled it well.

“There’s something else,” he says quietly.

Another tear slips down your cheek as you nod.

“I know it sounds childish,” you say, your chin wobbling as your expression crumbles. “But I miss my papa.”

“Oh, petal. Come here.” He slides himself under the desk, pulling you gently against his chest as he hushes you tenderly. “That’s it, just breathe for me.”

He feels you grip onto his kefta, fisting the fabric tight as your body shakes with the force of your tears.

“I can’t imagine how much it must have hurt you to lose him,” he murmurs softly. Aleksander strokes his hand down your back, feeling every dip and notch beneath the pad of his fingertips. “He would have protected you from all this, wouldn’t he?”

Aleksander feels you nod and he tightens his hold on you.

“I think he would have found someone for you from my court.” At that, you perk up, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“You do?” He smiles down at you, thumb grazing over your jaw.

“Sweet girl, you are too beautiful and good and honest for any human.”

He feels your cheeks warm beneath his fingers.

“I think he would have liked you,” you admit shyly and Aleksander laughs.

“I think he would have told me to stay away from his daughter.”

“Why?”

The inquiry is soft and he lets it hang between you both before he speaks.

“I’m not a good man, petal.”

“If I was yours, would you look after me?”

He goes still at your question, at the thought of you being his. He doesn’t hesitate before responding,

“Until my dying day.”

Fae do not lie. He knows in his soul that if you were his wife he would take care of you. When he feels you lean towards him, eyes lowered to his lips, he holds tightly onto your chin to prevent you from kissing him how he knows you want to.

“I used to wander barefoot through the woods,” you admit with a soft sigh. “Hoping a fae prince would steal me away and marry me under an oak tree.”

He wants to distract you from your pain and from the thought of kissing him. He also, rather selfishly, wants to hear you talk about your dream wedding.

“What would your dress be like?”

“Something soft and flowing, with a long train that would sweep through the dirt and the grass.” He can imagine you in white with mud and grass stains covering the hem of your dress like nature’s hand prints, as if the wilderness wants to be a part of you. “I’d weave flowers through my hair and wear a tiara.”

The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile.

“A tiara?”

He feels your cheeks flush with warmth as you hide your face, giggling quietly as you concede shyly,

“Just a little one. I’d be a princess after all.”

His smile widens. Unable to stop himself, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You would make a beautiful princess.” He pauses briefly. “And a breathtaking queen.”

His words make you duck your head shyly and he can’t resist reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. His knuckle grazes your cheek and he hears you inhale sharply.

Then something on the wall catches his attention.

“You hung the antlers.”

It had taken quite some convincing for you to accept the antlers of the stag Aleksander had killed during your hunting trip. He needed to insist several times that they wouldn’t be considered a gift, meaning you wouldn’t be indebted to him by taking them. He hadn’t expected you to hang them above the mantle in your father’s study, but Aleksander is rather touched by it.

Nodding, you turn to follow his gaze, admiring the polished wooden mount, carved ornately around the edges which frame the curves of bone.

“David helped me mount them.”

“He did?”

At his sudden question, your head turns back to him quickly.

“Yes. I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped-”

He shakes his head with a small smile, smoothing his hands down over your waist.

“Not at all. I’m only surprised that you’ve befriended him. He doesn’t take well to strangers.”

He tilts his head at you, watching as you blink slowly in surprise.

“Oh. I think he’s nice.” Aleksander sees your gaze flicker down to where his hands have settled on your hips, warmth flushing through your body. “He knows a lot about materials.”

“He does. The majority of the furniture in my quarters at the Little Palace were designed and crafted by him.”

Aleksander sees intrigue sparkle in your eyes and he longs to take you to the Little Palace this instant, showing you everything there is to see, hoping that you will fall in love with it all.

“Mother is leaving tonight to visit her friend several towns over. Will you stay while she’s gone?”

“Won’t people talk about you being alone in a house with me?” he asks with a playful smile.

“Stay, please.” Shyly, you begin to play with the embroidery on the sleeve of his kefta. “I want to have lunch with you in my father’s garden.”

Everything he has wanted over the past few months, you are now presenting to him, practically with a sweet little bow wrapped around it. What else can he say, but,

“Of course.”

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"𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓" 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i mentioned these in the tags of a post and sb saw it and asked for the list!! which was so abundantly lovely of them tbh bc like. i was gonna let these go. so thank you to the sweetheart of an angel who encouraged me to finish the list and post them!! these prompts are dialogue based and inspired by the humble yet endearingly cozy qualities of the blanket fort! i hope y'all enjoy them! and i hope everyone's staying hydrated and not clenching their jaws on this lovely day, too!

" what do you mean, you've never built a blanket fort before?! "

" sorry, you can't get in here without the right password. "

" where are all my blankets and pillows? "

" yeah, you can't wear that in this fort. no suits, jeans or shoes. only soft fluffy socks and pajamas. "

" wanna built a blanket fort with me? "

" if we got the fluffy bath towels out, we could probably expand the fort towards the bathroom. "

" if you collapse this blanket fort, i cannot legally be held responsible for my actions. "

" bring over those fairy lights, we can hang them on the inside of the blankets and make it way cozier! "

" i just think the world would be an infinitely happier, better place if we all lived in a blanket fort. "

" it's not every day you get to sleep in a house made of blankets, pillows and cushions, right? "

" hey, let's hook the blanket across the TV, that way we can have a movie marathon without leaving the fort! "

" see? it's a blanket fort fit for royalty! hence my pillow throne. bow down before me, peasant! "

" fine! you can come over; but bring every blanket, pillow and fluffy item you own. "

" oh my god, i used to make blanket forts ALL the time when i was a little kid! "

" i brought some snacks. figured it'd be a pretty sucky blanket fort without any! "

" i wonder how much you'd get if you rented out a blanket fort like this one? "

" wow... this must be exactly how michelangelo felt when he built his first blanket fort, too! "

" ingenious use of the sleeping bag, by the way! every good blanket fort needs a rug! "

" i'm having the week from hell. could we just crawl into the blanket fort for the night? "

" it's too stormy to do anything else today. i propose a movie marathon in our pajamas in the blanket fort! "

" i'm gonna go out and ask our neighbours if they have any spare blankets we could use. this blanket fort demands an extension! "

" if we insured this blanket fort, we could make a TON of cash the next time it collapses! "

" no, listen, if people can go live in vans and school buses, i can damn sure live the rest of my life in a blanket fort! "

" i made some hot cocoa. felt like a suitably fort friendly drink! "

" technically, demolishing the fort should be done via pillow fight. right? "

" aren't we a little old to be making blanket forts? "

" actually, much like lego, i think you'll find that blanket forts are ageless! "

" i thought i might find you in here. room for one more? "

" tragically, you never built a blanket kitchen. so i guess we're just gonna have to order in some take-out, right? "

" i'm not an unreasonable blanket fort mayor. i am not above bribery. entrance fee can be one kiss. "

" excuse you, we have a dress code. pajamas are in my closet, bottom drawer; fluffy socks are in the second one from the top. "

" judge me all you want, but this blanket fort has brought me more peace than anything else in my entire life. "

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Calls for justice filled Bay Street Sunday afternoon as dozens of people rallied on the steps of the Jacksonville Sheriff's Office headquarters after a video went viral showing the arrest of 24-year-old Le'Keian Woods. 

Woods' arrest on Friday was caught on video by a bystander showing multiple officers standing and kneeling over him. At one point, an officer picks Woods up and slams him onto the grass.

Moments later, officers lifted Woods up, revealing bruises and blood across his face. Woods' family accused the officers of punching him during the incident, causing his facial injuries, although this isn't shown in the arrest video.

The family told First Coast Newsthat Woods, his uncle and his friend were pulled over for not wearing their seatbelts as they were on their way to Woods' grandmother's house.

The Sheriff's Office says the incident is under administrative review.

USA TODAY noted the incident is the latest case of alleged police brutality, where encounters with police over traffic violations have turned violent or even fatal. Recent studies have shown racial disparities in policing and experts have said Black people are disproportionately stopped or searched by law enforcement across the country.

During a rally Sunday afternoon, Woods' mother, Natassia Woods, spoke to the crowd describing how hard it's been to get an update on her son's condition. She told First Coast News her son's attorney, Harry Daniels, told her that Woods was going to and from the hospital to be treated for a concussion. 

“I’m at a point now that I just want answers for my son," Woods told the crowd. "I want justice for my son. No one should be beaten like that.”

Natassia Woods isn’t the only calling for those things — as she was surrounded by dozens of people with signs and posters.

“We were definitely outraged," said Mary Dennis, who attended the rally. "When I saw the video, I just couldn’t believe that it took that many people to take one person down.”

Woods' mother said she did get a chance to speak with her son, but it was a painful conversation.

"When he called me from the jail, he said, 'Mama, what happened to me?'" Natassia Woods said.

"He didn't even know he got beat like that. He didn't even know that stuff had happened to him. He did not know that he had got beaten that bad."

The Sheriff's Office shared the following statement withmedia on Saturday regarding the incident:

"The agency takes all allegations of inappropriate use of force by JSO officers seriously. As such, this incident is now under administrative review to determine if the involved officers violated any JSO policy. Because the matter is currently under investigation, the agency cannot comment further about the incident until the investigation is completed.”

The Jacksonville Community Action Committee, who organized the rally, called for three things in light of Woods' arrest going viral on social media.

One, for the officers responsible to be held accountable. Two, for the Sheriff's Office to get rid of the gang unit. Three, create a public safety committee made up of community members to review public safety policies.

“Why can’t the city have an institution that can hear the voices of the community in a controlled way that can affect policy in a positive way," said Michael Sampson with the Jacksonville Community Action Committee.

Woods is being held on charges of armed drug trafficking, possession of a controlled substance and resisting an officer with violence.

Police shooting: Jacksonville state attorney deems officer justified in shooting of Jamee Johnson

Attorney Dexter Van Harris represented Woods in court Sunday morning. Van Harris told First Coast News the judge found no probable cause on two of the six charges he is facing, and his bail on the other four totals about $170,000.

Woods' next court date is scheduled for Oct. 24.

Woods was previously arrested and faced a second-degree murder charge in 2018 for an attempted robbery at a Tallahassee apartment complex where his roommate was fatally shot, according to The Florida Times-Union.

Traffic stops across the United States

A number of high-profile cases of police brutality have begun with traffic violations. Traffic stops are one of the most common interactions civilians have with police and while a majority end uneventfully, experts have said people of color — particularly Black people — are disproportionately stopped by police, USA TODAY reported.

These encounters can quickly escalate into violent, and sometimes fatal, incidents. Hundreds of people, including Tyre Nichols, Patrick Lyoya, Daunte Wright, Jayland Walker, Philando Castile, Sandra Bland and Walter Scott have been killed after being stopped by law enforcement for traffic violations.

Police pull over more than 50,000 people daily and more than 20 million motorists annually, according to the Stanford Open Policing Project. Officers generally stop and search Black drivers at higher rates, the study found.

Daniels said Woods' case "bears a striking similarity" to the shooting of 22-year-old Jamee Johnson in 2019. The attorney represented Johnson's family in a federal lawsuit against the city of Jacksonville and the Jacksonville Sheriff's Office.

"Johnson was also pulled over for an alleged seat belt violation before being fatally shot by (Jacksonville Sheriff's Office) officer Josue Garriga," Daniels said on X, formerly known as Twitter, on Sunday.

Garriga was one of the officers involved in Woods' arrest, according to a newly released arrest report.

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Chapter 9 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,255 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

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Despite the vicious onslaught of frigid winter air attacking your body, you stood defiant in the face of the harsh elements. Your nose, lips, and cheeks were numb, but you had to be sure that only Barbatos heard your secret plan. However, the sharp crack of the balcony's glass door forced you to seal your lips and turn your attention to Diavolo, who greeted you with a radiant smile.

"(Y/n), you are not dressed appropriately to be out here. What are the two of you whispering about?" The prince's voice held concern, yet despite his warm tone, he was unable to mask the pain and despair that lingered beneath the surface. 

"Nothing," you quickly replied. In a heartbeat, his face steeled. He simply nodded and returned inside, but you noticed his shoulders slumping through the glass doors, a sight that did not go unnoticed by the butler. Had Barbatos not known that you had planned to spend the afternoon with the prince, he would have been upset with you.

"Do not fret, my dear," Barbatos quietly said, returning his gaze to you. "I will see to it that your plan is a success."

"Thank you, Barb-"

Before you could finish thanking him, the door slid open once again. This time, it was Asmo and Levi who stepped out. The younger brother clapped his hands together and flashed an effervescent smile at the butler. "We are ready to help!"

Barbatos appeared puzzled by the remark, but Belphie quickly added, "We will be your sous chefs today."

"We can't have you make dinner for eleven people by yourself," Levi nervously mumbled and turned his attention towards you, inquiring whether he articulated that statement appropriately.

One glance from Barbatos was enough to understand your machinations. A softening flickered in his emerald orbs, but the second you blinked, the gentleness had vanished. You questioned yourself if what you had seen was reality or a product of your vivid imagination.

Abandoning those concerns, you excused yourself and entered the welcoming cabin, seeking a respite from the harsh weather, only to notice Solomon. He stood behind the kitchen island, clad in a vibrant pink apron adorned with delicate lavender lace frills. You questioned his unexpected fashion choice for a moment but assumed Asmo was responsible for the selection. Solomon chuckled as he continued to chop vegetables, unperturbed by your presence.

"Your guess is accurate - Asmo was indeed the one who selected this apron. As you requested, I asked Beel to spend time with Lucifer, and they are currently somewhere in the forest," he paused to take a breath before continuing, "Now, we have the entire afternoon to aid Barbatos in the preparation for the Christmas feast. Also, I will cast a spell on the refrigerator later so Beel cannot get access to these ingredients. I am the best, am I not?"

You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled, "Thank you, Solomon! Yes. You're the best."

You left him to his own device and made your way to the living room. Satan paced by the fireplace, clearly deep in his thoughts, mulling over decisions and actions. There was nothing else left for you to say to him as the decision to reconcile with Lucifer was in his court. Your gaze shifted toward the Christmas tree, where Belphie added the final touches to the indoor decoration. That accounted for everyone except Mammon. You had not seen him since morning and hoped he would not cause any trouble. However, deep down, you realized that was an unreasonable thought. 'Hope he doesn't cause too much chaos.'

You made the necessary preparations for the afternoon outing and went in search of Diavolo with a backpack slung over your shoulder. The prince sat on a bench in the wooden gazebo overlooking the snowcapped mountains in the front yard. Though you knew he was not in a favorable state, you approached him and asked, "Diavolo, are you okay?"

"I am alright, (y/n)," he stated, albeit with a subtle degree of hesitation.

"So, I am going somewhere today. Would you perhaps like to join me?" You questioned with a slight smile. The prince's expression immediately took on a brighter aura as he eagerly hopped to his feet and nodded excitedly with a frenetic vigor.

"(Y/n), what is this place?" Diavolo whispered while he looked around.

"When you went with Solomon and the others to the winter wonderland, you said you didn't get to ice skate due to time constraints," you replied softly. "So, my dear prince, your wish is my command. We will be ice skating today."

The abandoned ice skating ring lay far from the outskirts of the city, a place where the pristine snow fanned undisturbed by humans. The dilapidated nature of the rink, with its crumbling walls, vacant benches, and rust-laden handrails, painted a desolate picture. Yet the white of the frost, in contrast to the deep blue sky, provided a picturesque touch. An eerie feel emanated from this location, but it was a perfect place to spend alone time with Diavolo.

As the prince stared at you in wonder, you set your backpack on a nearby bench and extracted two pairs of ice skates from inside. Based on his expression, you deduced that he likely had not anticipated such a thoughtful surprise from you. Nonetheless, you proceeded, pushing forward with playful gusto and stating, "But I have to warn you. I have never gone ice skating, so we will most likely leave here with some bruises." Diavolo laughed heartily at your remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

As soon as you stood up with the ice skates on your feet, your body went into a precarious state. You teetered to the front with your arms flailing at your side, then teetered to the back until you fell back onto the bench. The prince chuckled and offered his hand to help you to your feet again, but he also joined you in the teeter-tottering affair when he stood up. It took a while, but the two of you managed to focus on your center of gravity to find your balance, but this was only the beginning of your grueling journey.

The lack of coordination and unfamiliarity with the frozen surface had you and Diavolo stumbling and faltering. Your feet slid around erratically, causing you to fall into one another or to the ground. To remedy the situation, you and the prince resorted to holding each other's hands to maintain balance, but that only resulted in both of you landing on your behinds in sync. You knew your rear would surely be bruised tomorrow, but you were not deterred from trying even then.

Once again, you lost your balance and fell with a heavy thump onto your haunches with your limbs splayed outwards. Just next to you, the prince landed with a resounding thud that reverberated through the snow-clad ground. Despite the discomfort and inconvenience of the situation, you both laughed off your misfortune and found lighthearted amusement in the occurrence.

"Ice skating is far more difficult than I anticipated," the prince sighed and shook his head.

"Let's take a break," you suggested, to which he nodded. After a short while of resting, you recall another wish that he shared. "Diav, do you want to make a snowman?" The sparkles in his eyes made you giggle, and with that, you showed him the method as he mimicked your movements.

"(Y/n), but are we not missing the iconic carrot noses?" He asked, staring at the three-tiered balls of snow with stones representing the eyes. On cue, you retrieved two carrots from your backpack and handed one to him.

"I came prepared."

The prince's laughter rang out as he embedded the carrot into the snowman's face, retreating afterward to appreciate his creation. As you attempted to follow suit, the makeshift nose slipped from your hands and fell at the base of the snowman. Kneeling on the snow-encrusted ground, you grasped the carrot, but your thoughts wandered to a sweater you saw during your shopping trip with Levi - a snowman having a carrot as a penis. With a mischievous grin, you inserted the broad end of the carrot into the lowest tier of your snowman.

The prince was puzzled but watched you with curiosity. Shifting your gaze to Diavolo once more, you protruded your tongue and positioned it at the tip of the carrot. The realization of your implication quickly washed over the prince, and he blushed, swiftly averting his gaze. For a brief moment, you noticed his expression change to a more serious one, but you did not devote much thought to it.

"I am just teasing," you giggled and placed the carrot on your snowman's face.

The golden rays of the sun began to slowly subside, casting its final glimmer of the day as the evening beckoned its ominous arrival. The sky began to darken, providing more depth to its surroundings and allowing the stars to gradually illuminate above. As the two of you stood in front of your respective snowmen, the prince broke the silence lingering in the air.

"I am grateful for this opportunity to spend time with you. Thank you, (y/n)." Despite the smile on his lips, his voice lacked its usual vivacity and was laced with a distinct hint of sadness. The prince lowered his gaze to the ground as he continued, his words filled with a touch of vulnerability. "Earlier today, I was rather disturbed. You went on shopping trips with Levi and Asmo, spent time with Satan and Beel, and traveled with Solomon. I witnessed the snowball fight you had with Mammon as well. I...felt neglected. I preassumed you were upset with me and elected to avoid me."

"I was initially upset with you, Diavolo," you whispered, offering him a drawn smile. "You dragged me into your plan despite knowing what would happen if the brothers found out. But then, I saw how much fun they were having, and...well, I was glad I agreed to bring them here."

"I am relieved to hear that. Have you given any thought to how you shall approach this situation?" He asked, his eyes taking in the majestic sunset.

"Yeah, I plan to be upfront with Lucifer. Considering he is already suspicious, it's the best option," you sighed softly.

"If I might add. I shall assume full responsibility. As a show of my gratitude, I will see to it that you do not face the consequences of my decision."

"No way, Diav. I cannot allow you to take responsibility for my decision to go along with your plans," you protested. "We are both equally responsible."

With the final remains of the setting sun vanishing into the encroaching darkness of the evening, you placed your hand into the prince's grasp. In response, he firmly squeezed your hand as your gazes locked. Inch by inch, his face edged closer to yours, but Diavolo paused before your lips could meet. You discerned his reluctance to initiate the intimate event and took matters into your own hands, pressing your lips vehemently against his.

"Your lips are quite icy. Are you perhaps feeling cold?" He whispered, withdrawing slightly from you.

"A little," you whispered.

Noticing a slightly dilapidated wooden house by the edge of the ice skating ring, the prince motioned toward it. "Shall we go into that house for a bit?"

Gaining the indication that the prince was eager to prolong his time with you, you nodded and followed him. Much to your surprise, the door to what appeared to be a locker room was unlocked. The space provided little warmth and comfort, but it was still preferable to remaining outside in the harsh evening chill.

Unexpectedly, the prince's demeanor shifted to a serious tone as he stood in front, towering over you. "(Y/n), the prank you enacted earlier was far from hilarious."

You initially assumed Diavolo was merely jesting, but you did not foresee the direction his statement would take.

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The future King of Devildom sat on a wooden bench in the center of the room while your arms clung to him. You were situated on his lap with your face buried in the nape of his neck. Your face was a deep shade of scarlet, and your breath was shallow. "Diav, I am s-sorry," you whispered shakily.

"My apologies, princess, but I shall not accept your apology." The prince's low, deep voice reverberated within your ears as his moist breath caressed your skin. As if to further weaken your resolve, Diavolo jerked his hip up, eliciting a moan from you. But your moan held no pleasure. It encompassed desperation. The desire to feel him move within you became excruciatingly palpable.

While you sat on his lap, fully dressed and facing him, you hid a secret under your trench coat. The prince's proud length was buried deep inside you, but he remained motionless. He was punishing you for teasing him earlier by refusing to move or give you the pleasure of a climax. Although he felt remorseful for making you desperate, he wanted to ensure that the stunt you pulled in a public space would never be reiterated.

'A while longer, my dear. Then, I shall end your punishment and grant what you desire. As many times as you request.' He thought but refused to disclose this to you. Until then, he wrapped his muscular arms around you and enveloped you in his warmth while the darkness of the locker room shrouded your moments of intimacy.

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We Were Destined to Fall (But I'll Catch You) || Eight (2/2): 1500 BC, Greece

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader (ft. kid!hansol and friend!seungkwan)

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining, angel!joshua

Warnings: HEAVY THEMES OVERALL!!! Misogyny, mentions of brothels and infidelity (oc was born out of wedlock), mentions of weapon and combat, suggestive kinda, mentions of famine, profanity, social inequities, mythology/historical inaccuracies (i did my best to do research but reminder that this is a fictional fantasy based in anceint Greece), oc has a specific appearance this era, unedited

WC: ~3k (I got carried away 🥴)

A/N: Part 2 of 2 of the origins

Taglist: @yoozuku​​ @sleeplessdawn​ @listxn @paintedstarres @knucklesdeepmingi @nanamioo​ @bibinnieposts

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The last few rays of the sunset warmed Jeonghan’s skin, rejuvenating his spirit and making him feel more alive after a long day’s worth of work. He was thankful to the god, Apollo, for letting his chariot run a while longer to allow Jeonghan and Joshua this luxury – after all, they did swipe a few stars from his sister Artemis for him to gift his human lover. It was the least Apollo could do.

The leaves of the olive tree hanging overhead tickled Jeonghan’s forearms as the gentle summer breeze passed through. The weather was exquisitely balanced; a wonderful way to end the day. All would’ve been perfect, but there was a thorn in his side that ceased to let Jeonghan reside in complete bliss. 

“How’s your little thief?” Joshua asked. 

“My thief?” Jeonghan replied, dubiously, his eyes still shut close in an attempt to indulge in any lingering ounce of comfort. 

Joshua nodded, humming in response as he pushed a piece of rye in between his lips. “Yeah, your thief. The one the whole city is vying for – and not in a good way.”

Jeonghan feigned nonchalance and stupidity. “Ah, her.”

“You don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t bother you, you know,” Joshua chortled, nudging his shoulder. Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open, throwing his companion a dirty look. “Even if you managed to fulfill all the prayers Zeus assigned to you today, I know the very thought of her still bothers you – you’ve been restless for several nights!”

Jeonghan sighed, adjusting himself to sit up straighter. “She may look innocent and fragile, but she is not an easy one. I have been trying to muster the right plan to approach her without causing a ruckus – as you know, those are difficult to clean up.”

“The mastermind himself has met his match at last,” Joshua commented. 

Subconsciously, Jeonghan’s hand flew to his neck, his fingers toying with the brass key at the memory of you. “She is smarter than most – I believe she suspected me when I approached her in the market. Most humans are usually blinded by my beauty to think clearly.”

“So she thinks you ugly?” Joshua joked. 

Jeonghan scowled again at his best friend. Joshua held up his hands in defense, silently reassuring him it was a friendly tease. 

“Can’t you just zap her into the underworld?” Joshua suggested. 

“Surely, you cannot be asking me this now?” Jeonghan retorted. “You are an angel and we do not condemn or kill unless commanded by the holy gods themselves. Besides! She must face the consequences of her actions determined by Hermes and Zeus, let alone the journey to the underworld is not as easy as ‘zapping.’ There’s the River of Styx, trials and tribulations–”

Joshua waved off his friends. “I got it, I got it – stop going on a tangent and distracting yourself! No wonder you cannot capture her!”

“You should watch your mouth before I shove you off this tree, Joshua,” Jeonghan grumbled. “How dare you underestimate me! I am an angel.”

“As am I,” Joshua replied, “I can fly if you push me off.”

Jeonghan huffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Sometimes, I wonder how I’ve lived this long in your presence.”

“As you have explained, you cannot ‘zap’ me into the underworld,” Joshua remarked.

“You–”

“I have information that may or may not be of help to you,” Joshua cut him off. 

“Information?” Jeonghan repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes. He did his best to recollect his composure. “You could’ve just told me so rather than mocking me.”

“Where would the fun in that be?”

“The information?”

Joshua smoothed the skirt of his chiton. “Your little thief happens to be the illegitimate child of the Greek Archon – her and her little brother’s mother was one of the brothel workers.”

Rather than ease and satisfaction, there was an unsettling sensation that overtook Jeonghan’s body. The rye he was snacking on suddenly taste like metal, his throat growing dry as his limbs grew stiff. 

Yet, it wasn’t the news that you were born out of wedlock that was bothering him.

“A little brother, you say?”Jeonghan asked again, ensuring he wasn’t mishearing his friend. 

“Mhm,” Joshua confirmed. 

His heart began to sink. “H-how ‘little’ is this . . . little brother?”

Joshua shrugged, not noticing the sudden change in demeanor in his friend. “Not sure – just something I heard through the grapevine.”

“And you’re sure it was her? The thief girl?” Jeonghan asked more urgently. A piece of him was suddenly wishing Joshua had made a mistake and was gravely wrong. “Th-there are plenty of children born into brothels, a-and how is this information even useful?”

Only then did Joshua begin to realize the panic his friend was entering. The former crinkled his brows in confusion, lips twisting into a pout. 

“I mean,” Joshua said slowly, “One would think she would follow in her mother’s footsteps. Perhaps she resides at the brothel.”

For some reason, this angered Jeonghan – a turbulence picking up momentum in his chest as he let out a frustrated huff and stood up on the branch. He couldn’t quite understand what exactly about this situation was upsetting him, let alone, they were criticisms and rumors about the source of his problems and apprehension for these past few weeks. However, it was there and didn’t seem like it would dissipate any time soon. 

“I believe you are mistaken,” Jeonghan said calmly, a slight shake to his tone. He held up his hand, waving his opposite one over his pinky finger to reveal the thin string of silk gold thread. It glistened beautifully in the sunset, the last few rays of light reflecting off the metal. 

Joshua gasped. 

“I tied it to the jade ring she stole. Where she goes, I can trace her whereabouts with Athena’s silk gold thread and I highly doubt it’s at a brothel,” Jeonghan explained. 

“Jeonghan, but you know that is not the purpose of Athena’s thread,” Joshua scolded, “If it’s past the time, you will not be able to cut ties! Your fates will be entangled!”

“It is only a legend that the gods made to keep creatures like us away from powerful tools like this,” Jeonghan said coolly. He admired the knot, tugging at the string extending from it as if to tease Joshua – tease you that he was coming. “Why keep it locked away when it can be used to our benefit?”

“Jeonghan,” Joshua repeated his friend’s name sternly. “We must return it before Athena notices–”

The sound of a ‘clunk’, metal meeting wood, interrupted Joshua’s warning. His eyes widened in horror as he noticed the brass and sapphire key descending into the field of sorghum, the worn leather strap fluttering in the air as the prized object was about to meet its doom. Joshua lept from the tree branch, unleashing his wings to swoop and rescue the key. 

How could Jeonghan be so careless? This was the key to the Pithos! Any calamity upon the key led to the danger of the box, unleashing horrible unknowns even to them as heavenly beings. 

When Joshua landed, key tightly wrapped in his fist, Jeonghan was already preparing for take-off, presumably to find you. 

“Keep it safe for me, Joshua,” Jeonghan advised, “She already seems to know something is not quite right about that key.”

. . . .

Okay . . .

So, perhaps Joshua’s “information” was not far from the truth at all. 

Dusk had settled over the city, the dusty streets cleared of humans, only a few stragglers making their way home. 

Alone, stood Jeonghan, wrapped in a worn brown cloak, in the guise of a common man, in front of the brothel at the edge of town. The old building towered over him, candles blazing from the main floor – some already retired to their quarters above. He could hear the jovial tune being played on the kithara, accompanied by the aulos. Hearty laughter bellowed from the thick chests of the men there seeking special company, tinkles of girlish laughter quick to follow. 

His thread had led him here.

He couldn’t help, but shake off the feeling of disappointment . . . was it? Perhaps he was anticipating something . . . a little more grand for his little thief. 

Jeonghan unveiled his hood. Just as he was about to make his way inside, someone else stepped out. The slam of the wooden door thundered across the quiet neighborhood, the bottom edge threatening to crack and chip against the clay more than it already was. 

“Fancy seeing you here, merchant,” you greeted him, your voice dripping in saccharine. 

“M’lady,” Jeonghan greeted you sarcastically, bowing his head ever so slightly.

Much to his surprise, he had half expected you to be dressed in a thin and loose chiton that hardly covered your virtue. Yet, here you stood in a warrior’s chiton and chlamys – much different from the elegant gown he saw you in at the marketplace. The lack of makeup dusting your features and the way the fitted outfit hung loose around your frame shocked Jeonghan . . . you appeared rather famished. 

Silence, then a beat. 

You took a step towards him, the pebbles crunching under your feet seemingly deafening to Jeonghan’s ear. He has never met a human, let alone a girl, quite so bold. 

“I don’t like playing games, so let’s just get to the point,” you quipped. You pulled the jade ring from the folds of your chiton and tossed it in his direction. Jeonghan didn’t dare to catch it, letting it tumble on the dirt sidewalk before his feet. You crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyebrows at him. “You’re too foolish to be a merchant – who exactly are you and what would you want?”

Jeonghan smirked, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Slowly, he bent down and picked up the ring, cradling it in his palm. He turned it over, his thumb rubbing against the gold and then the smoothened stone.

His insouciance seemed to have bothered you, for Jeonghan could tell, you were growing impatient. Your breathing was growing uneven as your fury coursed through your veins; your jaw clenched several times as you tried to form the right words to get the information you wanted from him. 

“Did my beloved father send you?” you sneered. 

“Quite rude to speak to a guest of this lovely inn like that,” Jeonghan pouted sarcastically. He scanned over the building before looking at you once more. “What would your boss think?”

“Miss Samara has no claim over me,” you remarked. 

“Fascinating indeed,” Jeonghan marveled. He walked closer to you and you didn’t dare budge. He took note of your hollowed cheeks and the bags under your eyes. Nonetheless, your features were . . . exquisite and unique, particularly your eyes. Flecks of green tinted your iris that stood out in the dark. Alas, your father was apparently the king and your mother plausibly an equally beautiful woman for their unholy union to have happened. 

He flipped a piece of your hair off your collarbone and leaned over so his lips were by your ear. “Then what would a lovely girl like you be doing here other than for pleasure then?”

At this, you shoved Jeonghan away – surprisingly much stronger than he was expecting. He stumbled back, quick to brace himself within a few steps. 

You unsheathed a dagger from your hip and pointed it at him. 

“I assure you, merchant, I am more than capable of taking care of myself,” you spat. 

“Sassy,” Jeonghan chuckled, “Though I would love to entertain the gesture, I’m afraid you have been too much of a nuisance on my to-do list for me to stay and play.”

The space between your brows creased and dipped. Jeonghan noted the way your stance faltered the same. 

“Let me introduce myself,” Jeonghan unclasped the hook on his cloak, unfurling it and throwing it aside, revealing his stark white and gold accent attire underneath. He rolled back his shoulders, readying to unfurl his wings before you. “You were right: I am not a merchant.”

Your breath hitched. You swallowed the lump in your throat harshly. “You talk too much for my liking.”

“You’ve caused me enough trouble for weeks now, at least allow me this dramatic introduction,” Jeonghan teased. He opened his arms and gave you yet another bow, but more humorous this time – as if he was putting on a performance. Jeonghan tugged at a capsule on his belt, golden ropes appearing in his hand. “I’m archangel Yoon – some call me simply, Jeonghan. I’m paying you a visit because a little birdie, or rather several, have informed me of your sins.”

“Lies,” you whispered softly. 

“Oh, but is it?” Jeonghan snapped his fingers and a scroll appeared in his opposite hand. He unrolled it, the length nearly reaching the ground. His eyes skimmed across the silver lettering. “Thief, bandit, deceiver, debtor – oh my! Arsonist as well, child?”

Your cheeks grew hot. You were more than aware of the crimes you committed against society and though you hid yourself, it was not out of shame. Nonetheless, this self-proclaimed archangel made you feel so. You had vowed yourself long ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be ridiculed as such. Memories of begging for change and crumbs on the muddy streets on a rainy day, your father, the so-called king casting you out and claiming he did not know you or your mother, flashed before your eyes, fueling the fire in your core. 

Irritated was an understatement when you threw your dagger at Jeonghan, splitting apart his scroll and nearly nailing him in-between his eyes if it wasn’t for his supernatural agility. 

“Now miss, that wasn’t very kind,” Jeonghan whined, “We don’t want to add ‘murderer’ to this list now, do we?” 

You didn’t answer him, only unsheathing another dagger from your belt. 

“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” you said stiffly. “If you knew what was good for you, Archangel Yoon, I suggest you go about your evening – peacefully.”

“You can’t be serious?” Jeonghan snorted. “You, a human, really think you can beat me?” He paused for dramatic effect, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”

Your eyes widen in horror. Immediately, you spun around to retreat inside the brothel. However, Jeonghan was faster – his ropes shackled around your feet, making you tip forward onto your knees. 

“Under the order of Zeus and the heavenly order, you are under arrest and will face punishment for your sins, Miss Y/L/N,” Jeonghan declared. 

“Y/N!” a childish voice suddenly cried out from behind him. 

Jeonghan spun around to find a boy in a tattered robe, set off in a sprint towards you. 

“Hansol! No!” you shouted.

The little brother.

The boy brushed past Jeonghan, his shoulder bumping against the angel’s thigh as he reached for you, wrapping his chubby fingers around your shoulders as best as he could. 

“Stop! Stop! You can’t take her! You can’t take Y/N away!” Hansol spun around, arms splayed around you protectively. “She’s all I have – I will not let you take her!”

“Hansol!” you shoved your brother behind you. “Listen to me, I need you to go–”

He thrashed violently in your hold. “We will not live this life without you, Y/N! 

We?

“The other children and I will not survive!” Hansol cried. Tears welled in his dark brown orbs. They started streaming down his cheek. 

“Hansol, please listen to me,” you swiped at his tears, your own starting to prick along your water lines. 

“Ch-children?” Jeonghan stammered. 

Hansol was wailing now. 

Your gaze shot up at the angel – rage and agony swarming in your eyes. The green he once noticed had turned . . . red. 

“Y-you mean, there’s more than one child?” Jeonghan asked in disbelief. The same turbulence from his time with Joshua earlier began to return to his chest. He had a duty to accomplish, but his heart begged him to not complete it instead. 

“Yes,” you growled, pushing Hansol away from Jeonghan. 

Inside the brothel, the music had ceased as had the laughter, replaced with confused chattering instead. 

“Is that . . . a child?”

“In this part of town?”

“Where are they? W-what are you doing to them?” Jeonghan demanded, his breathing growing shallow. Surely, you had to be some sort of sadistic laborer, right?

Between this new information and the unrest inside, the angel was running out of time to get his answers. If the people of the brothel come out and find him in his true form, it would not only mean a visit to Tartarus, but perhaps death to the humans who did not deserve such fate. 

“She takes care of them, you idiot.”

A figure emerged from the alley. The silhouette transformed into a thin, but built man. His face was seemingly cherubic and cheerful, but his expression was cold. 

“Seungkwan,” you said breathlessly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustrated to have brought another person who mattered to you into this quarrel. 

Jeonghan turned to you in disbelief. “Y-you . . . take care of them? The children?”

You had no choice but to answer him, slowly nodding once. 

“B-but that doesn’t make sense,” Jeonghan stuttered, “Y-you’re,” he pointed at the ripped scroll, “The sins, the prayers, but never word of the children – it can’t possibly be?”

Seungkwan kicked at the scroll on the ground. “Newsflash, angel: society sucks and your gods are full of bullshit.”

As the inn door flew open, there was a blur of white and gold. 

Jeonghan unfurled his wings and spun once, vanishing into thin air.

This was Jeonghan’s first sin.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

[strayheartless]

Things heard in the Land of Departure Pt. 4:

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Aqua: Oh please, My mastery credentials are just a scrap of notebook paper that say “can hit orb with giant key,” I am in no way qualified to mediate a fight to the death!

Sora: Hi Terra any advice for your students?

Terra: Give up, it’s safer for everyone involved.

Roxas: Gee thanks…😐

Riku: In times of crisis always remember, if it ain’t your circus you cannot be held responsible for the actions of those monkeys.

Ventus: *staring at the ceiling* please for the love of the gods, I’m begging you with every fibre of my being, just let me sleep!

Roxas: who are you talking to?

Vanitas: *from under the bed* me.

Roxas: THE FUCK?!?!

Xion: todays the day I train without embarrassing myself! *immediately trips and face plants Terras chest*

Vanitas: so you all just… try to murder eachother?

Sora: with boundaries.

Vanitas: murder with boundaries ?

Sora: yeah I heard it as soon as I said it.

Lea: if I can’t see it I didn’t set it on fire.

Kairi: hypothetically, you could use your keyblade as a giant shish kabob!

Riku: hypothetically you could not.

Sora: I don’t suffer from foot in mouth disease, I excel at it!

Isa: I’ve done many things in my life: I’ve been the right hand of a mad man; I’ve mutilated my own face out of loyalty; I’ve tripped headfirst into love the minute I regained a heart; and insulted Squall Leonhart to his face… yet nothing has this far terrified me quite like the 4”11, red headed, ball of female rage I currently have to train with.

Riku: you are a fuck head Roxas! A fuck fuck fuckety fuck head from fuck ville fuckania… and so’s your dad!

Roxas: *mouthing silently* Woooow

Vanitas: I don’t know whether to be impressed that I’m not the most psychotic person here or disturbed…

Ventus: I like having Van here, it means I can exact my revenge outside of the reach of the law!

Terra: how’s it going boys?

Riku: *laying on the floor next to Vanitas* We are barely holding on. The worlds are still in disarray, and we are still crippled by the weight of our past transgressions. If we are left unchecked we will decend once more into the depths of darkness never to return.

Terra: I meant how is cleaning going?

Vanitas: badly

Xion: *to Naminé* we’ve totally nailed sneaking you into training Aqua hasn’t even noticed!

Aqua: *without looking up* I noticed.

Naminé and Xion: fuck.

Sora: Riku said he didn’t love me anymore!😭

Riku: No, I said you couldn’t justifiably knock yourself out with a sleep spell every time you encounter a minor inconvenience…

Lea: on a scale of one to fuck I am a solid “can’t feel my toes”

Kairi: what did we learn?!

Vanitas: that your a fucking lunatic?!?

Kairi: And??

Vanitas: Zehanort didn’t fucking know what he was unleashing on the world!

Isa: I would like to go on record here and say that never in my life have I called someone a cotton headed ninny muggins, but I’m about to!

Roxas: run be over I can take it!

Xion: No! He can’t take it!

Naminé: Aqua I want to be a keyblade wielder

Aqua: And I want a house on destiny islands with a shirtless Terra to fan and feed me grapes!

Naminé: …

Aqua: Oh you were serious?!

#things heard in the land of departure #kh aqua #kh terra #KH sora #KH riku #KH kairi #KH ventus #KH vanitas #KH Naminé #KH Lea #KH Isa #KH Xion #KH roxas #kingdom hearts #kh incorrect quotes #incorrect kingdom hearts quotes #special appearance from that one infinity war scene #adding to the gang #original dialogue by me #mostly #my writing

[aressida]

Dear Diary: The Vax Addicts Vs. The Anti-Vaxxers. - Aressida. 11.4.24.

"Dear Diary,

I have been reflecting on the ongoing debates and discussions surrounding vaccines today.

There have been claims suggesting that vaccines linked to long-term health issues, including the development of cancer, making it challenging to discern what is true and what is not.

Nevertheless, I believe it is crucial to acknowledge the existence of these alternative perspectives and engage in open discussions to gain a more comprehensive understanding.

Unfortunately, the topic of vaccination has become polarizing, creating animosity, resentment, and hostility among family members and friends.

It is even more troubling to be labeled as an anti-vaxxer simply for having concerns and wanting to explore different viewpoints. But soon, these labels will be proven wrong by a profound revelation.

I only want what is best for both myself and my loved ones.

What troubles them even further is the realization that geopolitics often infiltrates discussions about vaccines.

It appears that information dissemination is influenced by political agendas, leading to instances where vaccine injuries are not properly reported by the media.

You see, this raises doubts about the transparency of information provided to the public.

Governments hold a significant responsibility to ensure the safety and well-being of their citizens. However, the decision-making processes regarding vaccines have left many feeling disillusioned.

Some argue that governments aligning themselves with external organizations overseeing vaccination campaigns should be held accountable for their actions.

This lack of trust has strained relationships and created divisions within our communities.

Can you see where all this is heading?

You may be hesitant now, but being on the wrong side of history is something you will want to avoid. Trust me when I say that you should strive to live long enough to witness the truth unfold.

I want to emphasize that vaccines should be referred to as experimental gene alterations, rather than the traditional understanding of vaccines. They do not qualify as therapies either since the term "therapy" implies a benefit, which can be misleading.

When the vaccine was initially released, there was a wave of people who chose to mock and attack those who had concerns.

What they failed to realize was that this rollout was a component of a larger conspiracy orchestrated by the wealthy and powerful. As a result, friendships and family relationships have become strained.

Unfortunately, many people find it difficult to grasp the extent of the danger they are in or the consequences of placing their trust in the wrong individuals or institutions. They need to see the reality and comprehend the extent of the betrayal they have experienced.

Rather than blindly accepting public narratives or political agendas, we should demand transparency and accountability from those in power. Only through open and honest conversations can we navigate these challenging times and work towards a more unified and informed approach to public health.

It is important to address concerns regarding adverse effects attributed to vaccines, such as the possible connection between vaccination and the development of cancer. We should remember that pharmaceutical companies create drugs because they cannot patent nature.

And, always remember that those labeled as anti-vaxxers approach this topic with compassionate hearts and a pursuit of justice.

Signing off for now, Aressida."

#aressida

[moonstruck-writing]

On a Chilly Night [Zen Gaho x reader]

Pairing: Zen Gaho x f!reader | Paradox Live CWs: fluff, romantic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, female reader, light angst but solved quickly, they just love each other so much Word count: 2.6K Summary: You wear Zen's blazer to CLUB CANDY

Part 2 of Reader wears their clothes series: Zen - Part 1 - Part 2 | Satsuki (coming soon)

A strong burst of wind made you pull tightly on the blazer you were wearing. It was too big for you, making it easy for the cold to slip under and bite at your skin. However, it all disappeared once you pushed the doors open and entered CLUB CANDY.

The heat, the sweet smell of perfume and the buzzing noise all hit you at once, and you paused for a couple of seconds before walking down the hall.

“Welcome to CLUB CANDY, how can we—” Zen politely greeted while tapping at the monitor on the reception desk. When he finally looked away from the screen, his business smile gave way to a wide and tilted one. “How may we serve you today, milady?”

“I’ll just have a drink at the bar while I wait for you.”

“Very well, a great decision as always, milady.” Zen winked at you. Even if he had to keep his professional persona on, he found subtle ways to adjust it to you. “I believe you know the way?”

“Oh, if only I could have such a handsome young man to guide me,” you played along, placing a hand on your sternum. “It’s such a pity you cannot leave the hall.”

“I’ll be done quickly,” he whispered leaning towards you. “I believe our staff will keep you safely entertained.”

“Yeah? Well, I prefer the private show we’ll have later,” you winked to punctuate the breathy invitation. If you didn’t know Zen like you did, you would’ve said he had no reaction. However, the fervent pink colouring his cheeks told you otherwise.

You said your goodbyes and advanced to the inside of the club.

“You’re gonna have to stop coming here if you refuse to work for the club,” Iori joked as you swirled the contents of your drink.

“You don’t have to shield me, Iori.” Everyone there knew he was the boss. If not, they hadn’t come enough times to the Club. But his pride was mostly made of regulars.

“I’m being serious here, I keep catching customers looking this way. You’re making us lose money.” He tutted, but that didn’t hide the sombre tone in his voice. You knew better than to interpret Iori at face value.

“And how am I making you lose money, exactly?” Still, you played along, wanting to play his game and push back a little. You had gotten used to his ways after dating Zen for so long.

“You distract Zen.” His tone was flat, but that didn’t prevent the heaviness from seeping through. He turned to look at you, no trace of his usual foxy smile on his face.

“He’s just in the hall.” Your words sounded hesitant. It was the only thing you could come up with as a response, and you couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was pulling your leg.

“It’s important.” Iori held your gaze, his face unchanging.

“I’m sure he’s doing his job well.” You felt a surge of pride and confidence in your words. You knew Zen, you trusted Zen. He was the most responsible person you knew.

“You’re not getting my point.” Iori sighed, breaking the eye contact, sliding on his seat a little bit, and leaning his back to the bar. “You could’ve waited for him at home with Reo and Hokusai.” He shook his head as if to highlight the wrong of your actions. “I’ll admit your plan works, though.”

“Plan? What plan?” You blinked with confusion, turning a little bit more to look at him, but he wasn’t looking your way.

“That’s his blazer, am I right?” He looked at you sideways for a brief moment and then continued looking over the room.

Iori offered you a knowing smile, and you pouted while feeling tinier than before under the garment.

“I’m not complaining, it goes well with the little black dress you’re wearing, too.” He continued, raising his eyebrows. “It does highlight your legs even more.” Iori looked down at your exposed skin, and for the first time, you felt the shadow of something dark lurking behind his eyes. “And I’m sure Zen would agree, you look tiny and adorable.” When he looked back at your face, you recognised the fond look he usually gave you, like a family member who approved of you. You relaxed under it, feeling comfortable with the familiarity. “Well, then, I’ll be on my way.” With that, Iori got up from the seat and walked around, joining some tables briefly.

You looked at your phone. Zen would be with you any moment now.

“Mind if I sit next to you, gorgeous?”

You froze when you heard the unfamiliar voice, punctuated with an uncalled-for compliment. Now you were kind of regretting saying Iori didn’t have to shield you. It was uncanny, how the bartender had just left to the backroom a few moments ago, leaving you alone at the bar.

“She doesn’t work here.” Your vision was suddenly filled with a black vest, as Satsuki stood between you and the stranger. You couldn’t see Satsuki’s face, but you could hear the meaning behind his words.

“The more reason to keep her company,” the stranger pressed back. The way he spoke drove a chill from you.

You saw the change in Satsuki’s stance and went to grab a hold of his vest before he could do something Iori wouldn’t want for the business. However, before you could grab him, you felt Satsuki relax.

“I am afraid our opening hours are coming to a close, here, gentleman.” Zen’s voice sounded as calm and conciliatory as ever as he placed a hand on Satsuki’s shoulder and massaged briefly. You could see the side of his face over Satsuki’s frame, but he kept his eyes trained on the stranger.

Only when the customer left reluctantly, muttering something offensive, Zen turned to you.

“You can go on to tidy up, Satsuki.” Zen dismissed him, his face relaxing and showing the tiredness he was feeling. “You’re done, right?” He pointed to your drink, and you nodded. It was all he needed to enclose your shoulders with one arm and lead you outside.

You used the back door, and once both of you were in the narrow alley, he let go of you.

“Are you okay?” He sighed, his eyebrows furrowing. The contrast between the stifling heat of the Club, and the chilliness of the night air drew a shiver from you. Zen took one of your hands with his, and briefly pressed the back of his other palm to your cheek. Your skin was warm, but somehow his hands were always warmer.

“Yeah, Satsuki was there before anything could happen.” You showed him a small smile, no teeth. “He makes a great guard dog for the Club.” You chuckled lightly. Maybe it was Satsuki’s shyness that made him want to protect the people working there.

Zen stepped towards you and placed his hand on the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I should’ve been there,” he sighed against your hair, pulling you close to his chest. You grabbed the back of Zen’s shirt, basking in his warmth.

“It was okay, really, Zen. Nothing happened.” You looked up at him and he took the chance to lean down and press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Okay.” He rubbed his face roughly as if to let go of the tiredness of the day. “Do you want to go to one more bar?” He suggested, a hopeful smile tugging on his lips. You raised your eyebrows in a silent question. That’s not exactly the reaction you had been wanting to get from him when you came to the Club. “I must confess, you look really good in that outfit.” He took a step away from you and leaned his head to the side slightly, tracing your form with his eyes and licking his lower lip unconsciously. “I want to show you off.”

You chuckled, embarrassed, which made Zen blink quickly.

“Does that make you uncomfortable? I didn’t mean it in a—”

“I thought you didn’t want anyone to see me when you got… you know, jealous?” You smiled playfully. Maybe your plan hadn’t been a failure after all.

“I don’t want anyone to see you alone. If I’m by your side, I can protect you. And make sure everyone knows we’re together.” He took a step towards you, prompting the same from you. He took hold of the lapels of the blazer, looking at you with sparkly eyes. “Although I still love the idea of being the only one who has seen you like this.” He gave you a sheepish smile, that you took from his lips as he leaned down and you joined in a slow, deep kiss.

You grabbed the sides of his face, keeping him in place until you were satisfied. When you broke the kiss, you were sure you had the same dazed look on your face that Zen was sporting.

“Let’s go then.” You intertwined your hand with his and started walking to the end of the alleyway.

The bar ended up being one of the only shops whose opening hours went past CLUB CANDY’s. It was small and dimly lit, but the atmosphere was strangely cosy and calm. It didn’t look anything like the Club.

There were few people there, and all seemed regulars, but not in the same way the regulars at CLUB CANDY acted. It makes sense, you thought. They were different types of shops after all.

You sat down at a small table in a corner which seemed made for just one person, and with Zen there, it looked even more ridiculous. But it made the distance between you smaller, and you liked that proximity. Most people at this hour sat down at the counter to idly chat with the bartender, and the intimate atmosphere seemed to thicken where you were.

Zen went to order drinks, and you took the chance to take off the blazer. When he came back with a glass in each hand, he gave you a cheeky smile.

“Hello there stranger.” He sat down, pushing one of the drinks towards you. “May I buy you a drink?” He winked, and you smiled knowingly. If he wanted to play, you’d play.

“Sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You cocked your head to the side and pursed your lips, the corners of your mouth turning down funnily.

“Oh, you do?” He sounded amused but faked being surprised anyway. “And what's he like?” He leaned his head and propped it on one hand.

“He’s amazing.” You beamed. “I hope you’re ready for this because I have compliments for days.”

“You do?” His expression softened even more, and he reached for the hand you had over the table, caressing your knuckles with his fingertips. “Funny, I also happen to have a girlfriend, and I have a million things to boast about.”

You giggled, feeling a little shy but also curious.

“Yeah? I got dibs, though.” You grinned and he pinched your cheek lovingly. When he let go, you caught his hand and squeezed. “He’s got the biggest heart.” Zen smiled and looked down like a little kid. “Cushioned by the biggest muscles,” you added, poking your tongue through a toothy smile. It got a laugh from him. “He is the most caring person I know, always trying to help. He makes the world a better place, makes the world a home for the people he loves.” You felt your eyes begin to water, and your heart softened. “And I feel incredibly grateful to be one of those people.” You reached for his face, caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

“You’re going to make me cry,” he said in a whisper, but the bar was quiet enough for you to hear him. “I hope you’re ready for the rematch.” You nodded, feeling jittery. “She is so incredibly bright, determined, beautiful and sexy.” He leaned to press a kiss to your shoulder. “She’s the person that makes me a better man. Every day I wake up next to her, I believe this life can’t get any better.” He turned his hand in your hold, to intertwine his fingers with yours. “She makes me crazy and helps me keep my sanity,” he chuckled softly, “if that makes sense? I’m worse than you at expressing myself.”

You laughed silently, exhaling through your nose.

“I adore you, Zen.” You moved your fingers slightly in his hand.

“I worship you,” he counterattacked. The way he looked at you pushed the meaning further into you. “Should we finish these drinks so I can show you all the ways I can worship you?” He leaned his head down on the arm he had on the table, looking at you from below. He seemed like a giant puppy waiting for his owner’s orders.

You picked up the glass in response.

The walk back home was chilly, but feeling Zen’s warmth next to you, and through your connected hands, kept you from the cold. Once inside the Suiseki house, you went to the toilet before going to Zen’s room.

“Is it silly if I say…” Zen spoke the second you closed the door behind you. “That I don’t want you to take off my blazer yet?”

“What should I do then?” You smiled cheekily, getting closer to him. “Should I do a private runway show?” You pressed your open palms to his chest. “Just for you?”

“I’d love that.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “What would the price of admission be?”

“I’ll decide later.” You pushed on him, guiding him to the bed and making him plop down. You turned around and walked away, as far as the room would allow you. Then, you turned back to Zen and smiled.

Having his gaze trained on you used to make you nervous, but now, it gave you the confidence you needed. He didn’t just accept you completely, but he also thought anything you could offer him was an amazing gift.

You walked towards him slowly, stopping before you reached him. Then, like a model, you stroke a few different poses, pulling on the blazer. Zen whistled softly and you took off the blazer, grabbing it by the collar and sliding it over one of your shoulders to hang from your hand at your back.

You turned around and walked away again, looking over your shoulder back at Zen. He smiled brightly and stood up.

“Best model I’ve ever seen, the designer should be grateful. If I didn’t already own the blazer, I’d buy it again.” He walked towards you, and you chuckled.

“So, you’re only lending me the blazer? Aw, I thought I’d convince you to give it to me with this.” You joked, faking a pout.

“I can show you why it’s mine, you know. Don’t get me wrong, it looks great on you, love, but.” He took the blazer from your hands and started putting it on. “It fits me just right.” He moved his head signalling for you to sit down on the bed.

When you did, he paraded like you had done, making a serious but confident face. When he paused, he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled on the blazer, like there was a mirror in front of him. Then, he broke into an amused smile, looking into your eyes.

“So?”

“You convinced me.” You giggled, jumping from the bed. In a second, he got close to you and surrounded you with his arms, placing his hands on your lower back. “I’m still mad you’re not giving it to me, though.” You grabbed him by the lapels.

“Maybe,” he leaned down, placing his mouth by your ear and whispering. “I can make it up to you.” A sweet shiver ran down your spine. “Shall I take your dress off?” He leaned back to look in your eyes.

“Only if you take off your shirt first.” Your hands moved to caress the sides and back of his neck.

“Easy.” His small smile melted onto your lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

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Hope you enjoyed! Maybe there'll be a part 3, too.

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[torturedbridgertonsdept]

Chapter 4

Clandestine

The Viscount and Augustine had sealed their fate that night by being intimate with each other. She was not only a maid to Anthony, but now a mistress. Anthony returned to the comforts of his own bed in the middle of the night. The thought of what had occurred was still looming in his mind as he tried to make sense of it all. He could only remember how passionate and how desperate his actions had started to get towards the end of their conversation.

Augustine had woken up that morning, already flushed. She was in complete disbelief that she had done such undignified acts. Though the events of yesterday were still quite dizzying, she held a sort of excited happiness. The brightened mood continued as she entered Eloise's room. Eloise had lifted her head as soon as she heard her maid opening the door.

"Good morning, Miss Eloise," Augustine's face was adorned with an eager smile.

"You look quite... joyful this morning," the young miss had noticed how her maid's demeanor had shifted, "What is the reason for such cheer?"

"Can I not be simply joyful to see you this morning, Miss Eloise? Perhaps it is the air, the weather is quite beautiful today," Augustine softly giggled as she opened the blinds, allowing the sunshine she spoke of to illuminate the room.

"It is simply... unusual for you is all," Eloise replied with a small grin on her lips, "Are you certain that is all the reason?" She shifted her position as she spoke, she was still fatigued from the night before, she was finding it extremely difficult to stay awake, but that did not stop her from making sure that her maid was truly feeling the way she claimed she was.

Augustine feigned having another idea "Perhaps I am just excited for another day here in the Bridgerton household. Inhabiting this beautiful home with you all is a great reason for my cheer,"

"I suppose that is reason enough," Eloise replied in that gentle tone of hers, Augustine relieved that she received it well. "but I cannot help but feel like there is something that you are intentionally hiding from me,"

“Ah yes. Well, of course, I am also a witch, but now that I have told you, I have to kill you,” Augustine jested in confidence, tickling Eloise at her sides. Eloise laughed with her so as to be kind, but she would still silently have her suspicions.

Augustine and Eloise’s morning had looked similar to yesterday’s. She had groomed her hair and dressed her, then sent her off to go about her day. Augustine had noticed her stomach rumbling halfway through dressing the young miss, so decidedly she was on her way to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. In the hall, Anthony had appeared, just as he did the day before.

"Viscount Bridgerton," She bowed to him. "Good morning," She said gently.

"Good morning Miss Augustine," He smirked slightly. "Could I ask you a question?"

"Of course, my lord. What do you require?" She smoothed the hair around her face to look more presentable to him.

"Is it safe to assume that you enjoyed my visit last night?" he asked, a slight tone of mischief present.

She looked around to see that there were no other souls around them. She said in a hushed tone. "Are we to be discussing such matters aloud like this, my lord?”

"You did not answer my question… Miss Augustine. Shall I ask it again?" he teased further, tutting as he did so.

Anthony invaded her personal space once again, stepping close so close to her the skin of their arms were mere centimeters apart. The aroma of his cologne again put her in a trance. The sight of him in pure daylight created a glow around him as if he were an angel. 

"No... I heard you perfectly fine. I just feel that we should not discuss this-" Augustine stopped herself, knowing that she was attempting to avoid the question once more. Anthony’s demands and questioning were conditioning her to obey with less and less friction. "I did... I did enjoy our encounter," 

"Good." He was not surprised at her response. "And so-" he continued, his tone of voice was soft and gentle, "Would you be interested in doing it again sometime?"

Augustine blinked her eyes in disbelief. She was in great conflict. If she had said yes, she would further the risk of getting caught and losing her position. If she had said no, the viscount held the power to throw her out simply for refusing his advances. And there had of course been the fact that she actually enjoyed her private moments with him. Those intoxicating moments she had been dreaming about, only made her hunger for more. She then made her decision.

"If you are able to pay a visit to me in my quarters tonight, like you had the night before, I will gladly have you," 

"It is set then. I shall see you tonight..."

"Tonight..." she smiled and sighed, before continuing on to the kitchen.

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At the end of the day, Augustine retreated to her quarters, impatiently awaiting Viscount Bridgerton's return. She had stared into her vanity mirror longer than she ever had, making her appearance suitable for him. She felt slight shame that she had traveled to the home with no such flattering garments, however, on the other hand, she did not expect to be entertaining male company, especially not her new master. Her stomach was in knots due to the anticipation, her mouth poured out a string of expletives incoherently. With every minute passed, she had wondered if the viscount was sincere in his plans to see her. Perhaps it was better that way. Perhaps if it had all been a ruse, although quite a scandalous one, it would only be to her benefit of preserving her place there.

Then there it was, that familiar tapping at her chamber door.

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #eloise bridgerton

[chromatasia]

I think I have ideas for the world you are building here, in the UTY-TMA crossover AU. (…I hope I managed to get my eye-hands on everything you publically wrote about this. and that my takes are compatible with the rest of what you thought of)

I think I want to put one 'solid' divide between the surface (eyepocalipse) and the underground: while the surface has a clearer-than-ever distinction between Agents and Victims of That Which Is Fear, the underground should have this line as blurred as possible: people who have fear-based abilities are those who are still losing the most from it.

You mentionned Ceroba, because of course, but I think we can do the same for the others.

Dalv: …yeah the Lonely is kinda doing its usual stuff here.

Axis: He will outright tell you he will be here, ready to exploit any obscure loophole in his code to capture and/or kill you… if he chooses so. Completely unpredictable source of violence, requiring both cold logic and the whims of a (semi?)-sentient being. At the same time, following his programming is a duty Axis cannot sidestep, and it often forces him into hurtful and/or painful situations. The Slaughter gets to be a double-edged sword here.

Martlet: I think you've assigned the Spiral to her (or is it the other way around? :) ). I see her both making confusing DIY projects, puzzles, wooden architecture, and getting you lost if you try to follow her. But I see her getting often lost herself, forgetting what she was supposed to do, mixing priorities up. I suggest an often-self-contradicting Royal Guard Handbook she tries to follow. Either because said book was not fully proofread before being sent her way, or because the Spiral itself saw an opportunity in it. …Martlet is forgetting something. Something powerful, something dangerous, something sharp as metal points and broken glass thrown off a building, something as smooth and soft and malleable as… as… who was she talking about?

Flowey: pulls strings from behind the scenes, not realising that even if he wished for time to continue onwards, he would find himself unable to resist. Does he really just want those souls, or did he get addicted to the power to affect everyone else so subtly?

Clover: As you've said, they have been pursued by a terrible fate from the Surface, and they are sure it can and will track them down. At the same time, they know those who live in this Underground are culprits or accomplices in the murder of six children before them (yes, that includes the whole misunderstanding with Chara). Clover will find the ones responsible, no matter how they hide. It's a matter of justice. Right?

Starlo and the Wild East: to entertain themselves, the spaghetti western antics have only grown stronger as a way to forget the intrusions of Fear in the underground. Inhabitants would find themselves spectators one day, acting as bandits the next, as victims the one after that. And if they play especially well, they might find themselves in the coveted position of temporary sidekick to the Feisty(j) Five. Swapping roles as easily as clothes. Seeing others in the position they should have held as a 'civillian' while playing bandit. The saloon's bartender is not Dina today. Right? She calls herself Dina, but she's not the real deal, unlike yesterday, and probably tomorrow. Right? You can't remember her face, but it will come back, in time. Hopefully. In the Wild East, Sheriff North Star chooses who plays what role… but can Starlo recognise his friends anymore? can he recognise himself?

Asgore: Sooner or later, humans who have fallen down in his kingdom will have to meet him, and meet their end. Sooner or later, he will have seven souls, and the barrier will open. Despite the hope this fact brings to his subjects, he knows that getting out of the underground cannot be done without a painful confrontation with the humans of the surface. One way or another, when the barrier will open, he will be judged for his actions, and pay for them with his life. It is not a matter of "if", but "when".

Kanako: the blue-souled human was a good singer, she is sure of this. how else would the burning blue substance in her soul sound this beautiful? She already convinced some fellow goopy monsters to listen to it, and they agree. That ringing blue sound is… the only thing left in this old, abandoned, humid laboratory. …okay that last fear-assignment is kind of a stretch but still. I think the festering EXP/LV from that soul would be quite the Corruption/Slaughter mix. …but the amalgamates do scream "Flesh"… meh.

Decibat, El Baillador, Guardener:… I have no clue? Decibat sounds like a candidate for the Dark but even then…

ok sorry for procrastinating answering this i just needed the time to actually read and answer this /lh

so! most of the stuff yeah you got it! especially flowey - hes definitely an interesting one in this au :p but the only thing thats different actually is the feisty five and the wild east

in terms of plot, the main turning point occurs at the wild east where starlo is able to stop clover's murder spree through the power of Telling The Kid That They Are Just A Kid. cue clover finally having a break where they arent. you know. being hunted or hunting monsters down. the dunes as a whole is mainly occupied by the Vast (people get lost in the sandstorms. a lot.) but the town itself is mostly safeguarded from the fears - is it because of their optimism, or the oppressive heat that always hangs in the air whenever a servant of a fear attempts to approach? nonetheless, this becomes a (short lived) safe haven for clover, free from the fears save for their surroundings and the voice in their head urging them to keep going, to finish their mission - and, perhaps, a little string-pulling by a certain flower

#this is a really good compilation of the au though!! im happy to see that people like it as much as pluto and i lol #ask/answer #tma x uty au

[thesupreme316]

darius martin x female reader. the reader works for aew as a part of the creative team and one day she makes a mistake in the match card which causes sammy guevara to yell in her face and give her an anxiety attack, however darius is there to comfort her and *almost* attack sammy bc he's in loooove with the reader. ends in a relationship?

Favorite Girl (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff, Angst, FriendstoLovers

Summary: When you suffer from an anxiety attack, Darius knows what to do to calm you down.

Word Count: 1,785

Supreme Speaks: hehe, sooo this is a long one (probably the longest I've ever written). anywhoosies, I hope @hooks-martin and everyone else enjoy it. I put images in this imagine (something I might start doing for the rest of my fics) ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, mentions of anxiety attacks

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @diabloguapos @wwenhlimagines

Growing up, you always wanted to work in television production. And you always wanted to be a wrestler. So when you were deciding your future career goals (and figuring out you weren’t that athletic), you decided to combine the two and wanted to become a promoter or producer in a wrestling company. After just graduating from college and working the independent wrestling scene since you were 16 as a manager, you soon got calls to work backstage at different companies. Then at 22 years old, you were signed by All Elite Wrestling.

At the fastest-growing pro-wrestling promotion, your roles in the company include creative writer and creative producer. So basically, you help out with storylines and the gimmicks of wrestlers and personnel. Even though for the most part wrestlers create their promos and “scripts” by themselves, they still have to ask for the okay and help now and then. As you are the mentee of your boss, Tony Kahn, you are hit with tasks every day: getting coffee, talking to talent about their storylines, approving promo topics, running meetings about how storylines should go, and explaining to Eddie Kingston why he cannot stab Claudio.

You were a friendly face amongst the talent and other backstage hands as you were the delicate words to Tony’s rough actions. And then with you being one of the youngest members of AEW’s personnel, everyone saw you as their little sister; The Young Bucks, Kenny Omega, Ricky Starks, Renee Paquette, Dustin Rhodes; even Jon Moxley and Eddie Kingston adore you. As you walked into the arena for AEW Rampage, you were stopped by your best friend, Skye Blue (who helped you with the drink tray as you had held two bags).

“Girl, you look like an intern from New York,” Skye said giggling.

You sighed, “I might as well as be one. Tony has been moving at level 100 this past week. Ratings and pressure from the locker room have been getting to him lately.”

“What do you have to do today?”

“Umm, finalize matches on the card, talk to Max about his rap, create an outline for the creative meeting, listen to MJF rant for ten minutes again,” you were cut off by your cell phone alerting you about a text, you read your screen and continue to talk. “And talk Eddie out of murdering someone.”

Skye laughed, “Sounds like a full day. But I’m surprised to hear that your day doesn’t include one person.”

“Who?” You asked as Skye stopped in her tracks. “What?” She just raised her eyebrows and winked in response. Your eyes widened as you realized who she was talking about. “Shut up!” You started walking faster to the backstage table for producers.

Skye was talking about Darius Martin, one-half of the incredible tag team Top Flight. Ever since you arrived in AEW, you’ve been interested in Darius. He and his brother Dante were the first friends you made in AEW. They even invited you to join their friend group with Hook and Anthony Bowens. Darius was everything you wanted in a significant other: smart, kind, insanely funny, athletic, and most importantly reliable. He was there every time you needed something, it didn’t matter whether it was 3 PM or 3 AM, he was always there.

But somewhere down the line, you were convinced not to pursue a relationship with him. You didn’t wanna ruin the friendship that you had with him, especially when you couldn’t tell if he liked you back.

As you sat your stuff down at the production table, Skye sat the coffee cups down. “Why don’t you ask him out? It’s clear that you like him.”

“There are multiple reasons.”

“It better not be because of me and his brother.” She said raising an eyebrow, to which you gave a small smile. “Y/N!” Another reason why is that you knew Skye and Dante were exes (and you did not complicate their relationship). “Okay, you need to understand that what happened between with me and Dante was between us. I don’t care that you like his brother, it’s not like you’re breaking the girl code. Besides, you have to be a complete idiot if you think that Darius doesn’t like you.”

“I know that for a fact.” You said through your teeth.

A voice from behind you spoke up, “Know what for a fact?” And just from the honey and smoothness in their voice, you know for a fact that it was Darius right behind you. You turned around to his beautiful brown eyes gazing into yours. Honestly? You almost either jumped in his arms or melted right then and there.

“That Tony likes his coffee lukewarm.” You blurted out quickly.

Darius shrugged and said “Ew, lukewarm coffee, I knew he was a weird dude. Anyways, are you ready for the hangout tonight? We were thinking Dave and Busters, they don’t close until 1.”

“Yeah, but I might have a meeting afterward, so I might be late.”

“That’s okay, we’ll wait for you.”

“Really? For little old me?”

“Anything for my favorite girl,” Darius said with a smile. To you immediately looked down and started blushing (automatically feeling butterflies from the nickname). He gave you a quick hug (and what you could have sworn was a kiss on the crown of your head) and told Skye bye before leaving. Looking back up, you see Skye with a shit-eating grin. You quickly dismissed her and sat down, getting ready to tackle the day.

Hours later, you completed everything on your to-do list and found some downtime. You found yourself texting Darius with a wide-ass grin on your face.

Just as you were about to respond, you were met with a booming voice, “What the fuck is this shit?” You looked up to see Sammy Guevara walking over to you with an angry face. He put his phone in your face with the phone reading Sammy Guevara vs Eddie Kingston.

Looking back up, you said, “What’s the problem?”

“Why am I wrestling Eddie? That literally makes no sense! Eddie has no business in the ring with me!” He said standing over you. You quickly got up to put distance between yourselves as people turned their heads to see what was going on.

You stuttered out, “Tony made the match and told me to confirm with the production crew.” It was true. Tony wrote the matches on tonight’s card and gave it to you. At first, you admit, it was strange and you questioned him; but he brushed you off as he was busy with other things (so you decided to let it be).

“No! No, Tony would never be this stupid! You are horrible at your job! I don’t know why he has a kid doing this job!” He got closer, yelling at you. You started to slightly hyperventilate as you don’t do well in high-pressure situations (and certainly not when someone is yelling two inches away from your face). Due to your anxiety, you hated confrontation and tried everything to avoid it; including taking responsibility and moving on. Your eyes started to water as he continued yelling, “Oh you’re gonna cry?!”

You quietly said, “I’m sorry”

“I bet you are! You better fix this or-“

“Or what Guevara?” Another voice spoke up. You turned to see an angry Darius marching up to Sammy with Dante, Hook, and Anthony not far behind him. As soon as he got in Sammy’s face, Darius pulled you behind him (essentially shielding you). He pushed Sammy which caused him to get back in Darius’ face, “You ain’t gonna do shit, you better back the hell up.”

“I-”

“You’re not gonna scream at her, she was just doing what-“

“No! She’s screwing up tonight! My-”

Darius raised his voice, cutting him off, “She was doing her job! Now either you accept your match or you take it up to Tony when he gets here. But you’re not gonna yell at her, not while I’m here.” Sammy glared at you before stomping away, curse words and all. Darius immediately turned to you and hugged you, softly caressing your hair. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” You shook your head as tears fell down your face and as your body was shaking due to your hyperventilation. He quickly ushered you to his locker room, where he sat you down and gave you a water bottle. You took various sips as he went through the 5-4-3-2-1 method with you. As you got down to the final step, your breathing slowed down and your tears dried. “Name 1 thing you taste.”

“The lint from your shirt mixing with this water.” You said, making him laugh. “Thank you for helping me and calming me down.”

“Don’t thank me, I’m supposed to do that. Truth be told, I want to fight him.” Darius said, rubbing your arm.

“Well, good thing you didn’t. But again I appreciate you so much.”

“Of course, I got your back. As a friend or something more.” He said, his voice drifting off.

Your eyes widened as your head turned toward him. “Darius, what?”

Darius slightly chuckled, “I really thought I was obvious. Y/N, I really want us to be more than friends. I don’t ever want you to feel disrespected, especially when I’m in your life.” He grabbed your hands. “You should never have to feel anxious, especially when I would do anything for you. I will always be right there for you.”

Your eyes sparkled and your heart thumped at the words. “I didn't think you liked me like how I like you. But, would you really do anything for me?” You asked.

He nodded his head, "Anything for my favorite girl." Your heart fluttered at the familiar nickname yet again.

“You promise?”

“Here’s my promise,” Darius said as he leaned in and gave you a long yet soft kiss. “Y/N, I will do anything and everything for you. I promise to make you the happiest woman on Earth and I promise to give you my all. If you accept me as your boyfriend.”

Giggling, you said, “Of course, I would love for you to be my boyfriend.” Darius kissed you again as knocking occurred at the door. In rolled, Hook, Dante, and Anthony checking up on you guys. While Darius was explaining your newfound relationship, you got a text.

That night, you walked away from the arena happier and more relieved with your new boyfriend in tow.

#aew #all elite wrestling #darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #aew imagines #all elite wrestling imagines

[shrekgogurt]

Thanks for the tags today! @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @tea-brigade @fatalfangirl @palimpsessed

I’ve been deep in my creative brain thoughts. Not all the creativity has been fandom based which is fun too! All this to say, I’m feeling incredibly fulfilled creatively at the moment. It’s a nice feeling :-)

I signed up for COBB! While I’ve had this certain idea since October, all the discussion on the discord last night prompted me to draft a little. Nevertheless, literally all of it would give away the premise so here are two sentences with heavy redaction:

Everyone loves a good Cinderella story. Well, until Cinderella [REDACTED] during [REDACTED] [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

Wasn’t that fun!? Believe me, any other excerpt would be even more [REDACTED]… 

Thank you for all the love on Escape to Space! Y’all treat a girl too well! If you read Chapter 2 within the hour I posted it, go back because I definitely added more. I’m nothing if not a chronically irresponsible post-posting editor. I’ve been obsessively listening to the entirety of the Muse album Black Holes and Revelations for spacey vibes I cannot be held responsible if its influence bleeds into my writing. (*cough* Starlight *cough*)

I shall now grant you this sexy little dialogue outline for good behavior:

“Kiss me.” "What? "Kiss me right now." "Is this really the time?" "YES!" "Oh shit, okay. Yeah, yeah, so..." (action ensues) "Fuck. Sorry." "Well don't stop."

I aimed to get this post out earlier in the day as to not tag people too late, and then I proceeded to not do that. So, if I tag you and you don’t want to do it (or I've missed your post today)…then don’t lmao!

@asocialpessimist @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @bazzybelle @boyinjeans @cutestkilla (A HARMONIZING GOD) @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @moodandmist (FANTASTIC FUCKING SONG BTW) @onepintobean @philaet0s @raenestee @sailorblossoms @stardustasincocaine @theearlgreymage (you are filed as Jessica Rabbit in my brain now, I hope you know) @upuntil6am @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#wip wednesday #go listen to starlight by muse #fine ok i did the work for you and linked it #korinne im adding it to the playlist #count your lucky stars i didn't add like half the album purely for the sonic aesthetic #let it be known the escape to space chapter lengths are not created equal #i just write until i find a cliffhanger #warning i think chapter 3 might be a long one #but then again who knows...not me! #I’m going on this adventure with Simon and Baz

[beardedmrbean]

NORMANDY PARK, Wash — A female clerk at a Normandy Park gas station was heavily assaulted on Sept. 15 during a robbery. 

The Friendly Normandy Market had only just opened in March, and the employee, Leah Johnston, was just trying to do her job Friday night when she said one of the robbers came behind the desk "swinging."

"He came up swinging, there was no talking there was no -- I never even said anything," said Johnston, the cashier. "He caught me with one good one to my face and I hit the ground."

Johnston has worked as a cashier for years, however, so she said she knew it was best for her safety not to engage or try to fight back physically.

"I was like, 'Stop hitting me, I'm not fighting you,'" said Johnston. "I noticed I do have a slight black eye today."

She said the guy hitting her looked about 17 or 18 years old, but added that it is "hard to say."

The surveillance camera footage shows six people at the Friendly Normandy Market stealing money from the till and grabbing items from the store at about 9 p.m. 

There were six of them, police said, and according to Johnston, they stole some vapes, candy bars, and less than $100 from the register.

"Kids-- juveniles, whatever-- they need to be held accountable for their actions more," said Johnston.

Accountability is something Normandy Police said they are working on with this case. A spokesperson for Normandy Park Police Department said, "The investigation is continuing to identify and hold accountable those responsible."

KING 5 also spoke with the store's owner Monday.

"She did nothing at all, which is the most important thing," said Med Said, owner of Friendly Normandy Market. "She is very brave."

He said another thing that felt brazen about the crime was the timing: it happened around 9 o'clock Friday night, and two doors over is the popular Normandy Park Ale House restaurant, which Said described as "full of people" at the time.

Said told KING 5 he is planning on hiring security at the store. In the meantime, Johnston's taking time to heal.

She said it was the stomping once she was down that felt the most painful.

"Because I ended up with a big ole lump on my head," she said.

But you cannot keep Johnston down for long. Within seconds-- you can see in the surveillance video-- she was back on her feet again.

"I'm not a victim. I'll never be a victim," she said. "It hurt my inner being. My outer being is tough. I'm fine."

She has even decided she will go back to work soon.

"They're not gonna take my job away from me. I like my job, I like my community out there. it's a really nice community," said Johnston.

Normandy Park Police Chief Dan Yourkoski ttold KING 5 that they recovered the two stolen cars that were used: one in a neighborhood in Normandy Park and the other in Kent after it was involved in an accident. But he said all the occupants ran off before police got there, so the investigation continues.

#nunyas news

[notquiteaghost]

there's an industrial yard on our road that has a fucking motion activated security announcement – Caution! You are now entering a secure unit. Security staff have been informed. I repeat, security staff have been informed. – and it has always been overly sensitive, it goes off at least once a week and i am dead certain it's set off either by animals or the wind, but today it's been going off almost continuously for the best part of an hour and i am starting to contemplate arson. i tried ringing them and discovered they close at fucking midday on fridays and don't open until monday. if it goes off multiple times a minute until 6AM on monday i cannot be held responsible for my actions. i walked down and i can fucking SEE the loudspeaker i am going to THROW THINGS.

#yelling at clouds #it's always been annoying but this is approaching untolerable #can't even call the council instead cuz again. it's 3PM on a friday. council will not do anything before monday morning either. #council probably won't get back to me for a week.

[lancermylove]

Chapter 9 (SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count: 1,737 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: Sorry for this chapter being much shorter than the others.🙈 I didn't want to write an English essay. Anyone else remember how the teachers would ask for '# pages,' so to reach the number of pages, you added as much filler as possible? 😂

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Despite the vicious onslaught of frigid winter air attacking your body, you stood defiant in the face of the harsh elements. Your nose, lips, and cheeks were numb, but you had to be sure that only Barbatos heard your secret plan. However, the sharp crack of the balcony's glass door forced you to seal your lips and turn your attention to Diavolo, who greeted you with a radiant smile.

"(Y/n), you are not dressed appropriately to be out here. What are the two of you whispering about?" The prince's voice held concern, yet despite his warm tone, he was unable to mask the pain and despair that lingered beneath the surface. 

"Nothing," you quickly replied. In a heartbeat, his face steeled. He simply nodded and returned inside, but you noticed his shoulders slumping through the glass doors, a sight that did not go unnoticed by the butler. Had Barbatos not known that you had planned to spend the afternoon with the prince, he would have been upset with you.

"Do not fret, my dear," Barbatos quietly said, returning his gaze to you. "I will see to it that your plan is a success."

"Thank you, Barb-"

Before you could finish thanking him, the door slid open once again. This time, it was Asmo and Levi who stepped out. The younger brother clapped his hands together and flashed an effervescent smile at the butler. "We are ready to help!"

Barbatos appeared puzzled by the remark, but Belphie quickly added, "We will be your sous chefs today."

"We can't have you make dinner for eleven people by yourself," Levi nervously mumbled and turned his attention towards you, inquiring whether he articulated that statement appropriately.

One glance from Barbatos was enough to understand your machinations. A softening flickered in his emerald orbs, but the second you blinked, the gentleness had vanished. You questioned yourself if what you had seen was reality or a product of your vivid imagination.

Abandoning those concerns, you excused yourself and entered the welcoming cabin, seeking a respite from the harsh weather, only to notice Solomon. He stood behind the kitchen island, clad in a vibrant pink apron adorned with delicate lavender lace frills. You questioned his unexpected fashion choice for a moment but assumed Asmo was responsible for the selection. Solomon chuckled as he continued to chop vegetables, unperturbed by your presence.

"Your guess is accurate - Asmo was indeed the one who selected this apron. As you requested, I asked Beel to spend time with Lucifer, and they are currently somewhere in the forest," he paused to take a breath before continuing, "Now, we have the entire afternoon to aid Barbatos in the preparation for the Christmas feast. Also, I will cast a spell on the refrigerator later so Beel cannot get access to these ingredients. I am the best, am I not?"

You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled, "Thank you, Solomon! Yes. You're the best."

You left him to his own device and made your way to the living room. Satan paced by the fireplace, clearly deep in his thoughts, mulling over decisions and actions. There was nothing else left for you to say to him as the decision to reconcile with Lucifer was in his court. Your gaze shifted toward the Christmas tree, where Belphie added the final touches to the indoor decoration. That accounted for everyone except Mammon. You had not seen him since morning and hoped he would not cause any trouble. However, deep down, you realized that was an unreasonable thought. 'Hope he doesn't cause too much chaos.'

You made the necessary preparations for the afternoon outing and went in search of Diavolo with a backpack slung over your shoulder. The prince sat on a bench in the wooden gazebo overlooking the snowcapped mountains in the front yard. Though you knew he was not in a favorable state, you approached him and asked, "Diavolo, are you okay?"

"I am alright, (y/n)," he stated, albeit with a subtle degree of hesitation.

"So, I am going somewhere today. Would you perhaps like to join me?" You questioned with a slight smile. The prince's expression immediately took on a brighter aura as he eagerly hopped to his feet and nodded excitedly with a frenetic vigor.

"(Y/n), what is this place?" Diavolo whispered while he looked around.

"When you went with Solomon and the others to the winter wonderland, you said you didn't get to ice skate due to time constraints," you replied softly. "So, my dear prince, your wish is my command. We will be ice skating today."

The abandoned ice skating ring lay far from the outskirts of the city, a place where the pristine snow fanned undisturbed by humans. The dilapidated nature of the rink, with its crumbling walls, vacant benches, and rust-laden handrails, painted a desolate picture. Yet the white of the frost, in contrast to the deep blue sky, provided a picturesque touch. An eerie feel emanated from this location, but it was a perfect place to spend alone time with Diavolo.

As the prince stared at you in wonder, you set your backpack on a nearby bench and extracted two pairs of ice skates from inside. Based on his expression, you deduced that he likely had not anticipated such a thoughtful surprise from you. Nonetheless, you proceeded, pushing forward with playful gusto and stating, "But I have to warn you. I have never gone ice skating, so we will most likely leave here with some bruises." Diavolo laughed heartily at your remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

As soon as you stood up with the ice skates on your feet, your body went into a precarious state. You teetered to the front with your arms flailing at your side, then teetered to the back until you fell back onto the bench. The prince chuckled and offered his hand to help you to your feet again, but he also joined you in the teeter-tottering affair when he stood up. It took a while, but the two of you managed to focus on your center of gravity to find your balance, but this was only the beginning of your grueling journey.

The lack of coordination and unfamiliarity with the frozen surface had you and Diavolo stumbling and faltering. Your feet slid around erratically, causing you to fall into one another or to the ground. To remedy the situation, you and the prince resorted to holding each other's hands to maintain balance, but that only resulted in both of you landing on your behinds in sync. You knew your rear would surely be bruised tomorrow, but you were not deterred from trying even then.

Once again, you lost your balance and fell with a heavy thump onto your haunches with your limbs splayed outwards. Just next to you, the prince landed with a resounding thud that reverberated through the snow-clad ground. Despite the discomfort and inconvenience of the situation, you both laughed off your misfortune and found lighthearted amusement in the occurrence.

"Ice skating is far more difficult than I anticipated," the prince sighed and shook his head.

"Let's take a break," you suggested, to which he nodded. After a short while of resting, you recall another wish that he shared. "Diav, do you want to make a snowman?" The sparkles in his eyes made you giggle, and with that, you showed him the method as he mimicked your movements.

"(Y/n), but are we not missing the iconic carrot noses?" He asked, staring at the three-tiered balls of snow with stones representing the eyes. On cue, you retrieved two carrots from your backpack and handed one to him.

"I came prepared."

The golden rays of the sun began to slowly subside, casting its final glimmer of the day as the evening beckoned its ominous arrival. The sky began to darken, providing more depth to its surroundings and allowing the stars to gradually illuminate above. As the two of you stood in front of your respective snowmen, the prince broke the silence lingering in the air.

"I am grateful for this opportunity to spend time with you. Thank you, (y/n)." Despite the smile on his lips, his voice lacked its usual vivacity and was laced with a distinct hint of sadness. The prince lowered his gaze to the ground as he continued, his words filled with a touch of vulnerability. "Earlier today, I was rather disturbed. You went on shopping trips with Levi and Asmo, spent time with Satan and Beel, and traveled with Solomon. I witnessed the snowball fight you had with Mammon as well. I...felt neglected. I preassumed you were upset with me and elected to avoid me."

"I was initially upset with you, Diavolo," you whispered, offering him a drawn smile. "You dragged me into your plan despite knowing what would happen if the brothers found out. But then, I saw how much fun they were having, and...well, I was glad I agreed to bring them here."

"I am relieved to hear that. Have you given any thought to how you shall approach this situation?" He asked, his eyes taking in the majestic sunset.

"Yeah, I plan to be upfront with Lucifer. Considering he is already suspicious, it's the best option," you sighed softly.

"If I might add. I shall assume full responsibility. As a show of my gratitude, I will see to it that you do not face the consequences of my decision."

Platonic:

The prince's words instilled a sense of relief within you, and you quietly thanked him for saving you from the possible wrath and disappointment of the demon brothers. As the final glimmers of the setting sun faded into the darkness of the evening, you gently slid your hand into the prince's grasp. In response, he gave your hand a firm squeeze.

Romantic:

"No way, Diav. I cannot allow you to take responsibility for my decision to go along with your plans," you protested. "We are both equally responsible."

With the final remains of the setting sun vanishing into the encroaching darkness of the evening, you placed your hand into the prince's grasp. In response, he firmly squeezed your hand as your gazes locked. Inch by inch, his face edged closer to yours, but Diavolo paused before your lips could meet. You discerned his reluctance to initiate the intimate event and took matters into your own hands, pressing your lips vehemently against his.

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