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ariparri · 5 months

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The Man from Hearts

The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

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Summary: Bill receives an offer to work within the museums of Spades as the new archaeologist. Eager for better work opportunities and to explore more of Cinderhaven, Bill takes the offer and travels to the Country of Spades. While there, he meets the King of Spades and his younger sister.

Warnings: Not proofread (I never proofread TwT), slight angst, mentions of death, harassment and public humiliation, Veruca insulting Bill's hairstyle but not in a cruel antagonizing way.

Tag List: @oneirataxia-girl @akikocho @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain

Word Count: 5313

I ended up dragging this on a bit too much… This was originally supposed to come out last month, but I was so busy with everything going on that I couldn’t work on my art or stories. I’m not used to Bill’s or Rakepick's characters quite yet xD I hope you guys enjoy this one though. I eventually got to go into more depth with Rakepick and why she holds a grudge against Coby and Duncan. She’s bitter because the newer officials are all younger (Coby, Duncan, Orion, Penny, etc.) and easily got their positions while she worked her butt off (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Timeline for my AU is also kind of wack. Just know that Coby and Veruca are ten years apart, Bill and Veruca are about two or three years apart making Bill about eight or nine years younger than Coby. In the beginning of this story Coby is 27, Veruca is 17 and Bill is about 19 or 20.

I have also provided a visual reference for Coby, Veruca and Bill for this story! Bill's hair is messed up on purpose.

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Traveling from the Kingdom of Hearts to other regions for work wasn’t always part of Bill’s plan, yet the curator for the museum he worked for informed him of archaeologist positions open within the other regions. Each region’s history was rich and new knowledge for Bill, yet he didn’t wish to travel too far, so the Land of Clubs was quickly taken out of the equation. Hearts are connected to both Diamonds and Spades, so those two were his obvious options. Though the Diamond Empire was much too interested in their luxury, something Bill and his family didn’t really have, they made do with the love and care they had for each other. And that leaves the Country of Spades. Spades’ history with both science fiction and technology is quite huge with material still undiscovered. Bill would have been crazy not to accept the offer, and the travel cost to Spades was covered by the museum.

And so Bill had accepted the position in Spades. On the train, passing through the mountain path connecting Hearts to Spades, Bill sits alone in a booth reading over the papers from Spades’ museums the History Vault, home of the general history of the country, and the Science Fiction Institute, where all creations and inventions of Spades are held. Unlike in Hearts where he only worked in the museum for the kingdom’s artifacts, Bill has access to work in both the Vault and Institute. It seems there will be more for Bill to discover within the country and his nerves are building it up in anticipation.

The train’s air horn blows signaling the passengers on board of their next stop. Bill quickly gathers his things, placing his papers and within his briefcase. Looking out the window, Bill is amazed by the vast difference to the environment of the country. There’s machinery everywhere. Mechanic animals pulling carriages and carts, the machines mostly in the form of a horse or a giant bird. “Was that an ostrich?” Bill muttered as he watched a giant robotic bird pull a carriage along the streets. Smoke pours out from the steam engine’s chimney pipes as the train slows to a stop on the tracks just by the station’s platform. People filed out of the train as soon as the doors opened, some shoving or bumping into others as they made their way through the crowd. Bill steps out onto the platform, ice grey eyes observing the station until he finds the information desk. With his luggage and passport in hand, the young man makes his way towards the receptionist.

“Next in line!” The receptionist calls and the young man steps towards the desk, immediately handing over his passport and credentials. She takes them, reading over them with little enthusiasm. “Hmm, William Weasley. You came from the Kingdom of Hearts and you’re traveling for work?”

“Yes. I’m here for the archaeologist position for the—”

“Oh you’re the new recruit!” The lady cuts off, “Lady Buckthorn-Snyde has already informed us of your arrival.” She immediately stamps Bill’s travel form and passport for approval, before reaching over to the brochure stand and pulling out a couple pamphlets. “She was very adamant that we make sure your access into the country goes smoothly. Normally, this isn’t a long process, but Lady Buckthorn-Snyde can be an intimidating woman to deal with and I don’t want to be the next person to face her wrath.” She hands over the pamphlets leisurely. “So these pamphlets will help you around the place. One is the map, one is for housing and renting, and the last one is a basic guide for tourists and foreigners. Anyways, enjoy your stay or whatever.” She dismisses Bill after handing him his paperwork before signaling to the next person in line.

Dumbstruck by the quick dismissal from the receptionist, Bill faltered as he gathered his things and left the information desk. He looked around for the exit, head darting left and right before spotting the double doors people were flooding through.

Stepping out of the station the astonishment from before had come back as Bill gazed at his surroundings. The skyline is packed with distinct buildings and towers and their history seems to shine more now than ever. Science and development is flourishing in Spades and it has clearly attracted a lot of attention. From the distance he can see a clear view of the palace, including the factories and the sea behind it. Many different inventions have left their mark not just on business, but also upon the city's identity. A zeppelin, a huge air ship he was only able to see from a very far distance in the Kingdom of Hearts, can be seen flying overhead of the buildings. Just like the trains they built for Cinderhaven, branding the country’s symbol and colors, the Country of Spades was truly magnificent.

A loud screech was heard, causing Bill to snap his attention towards the mechanical ostrich pulling a carriage charging right for him. He jumps back before the bird runs into him. “Oh I’m definitely going to enjoy my stay here.” He chuckles, watching the ostrich continue to run down the street before pulling out the pamphlets of the map and housing. Bill reads through the information on the pamphlet, finding two places closest to the museums, Saxons Motel or Magrath Villa, both for good prices in rent. However since Bill will be residing in Spades for the foreseeable future, having a permanent place to stay would fare better for him. So Magrath Villa will be the first place Bill heads to.

At least he hopes he can get there. Hailing for a cab or carriage has been futile as many of the transportation vehicles passing by are already occupied or simply ignored him. With no luck of getting a ride to Magrath Villa, Bill grabs his suitcase and proceeds down the street. The map the receptionist gave him proved to be useless as there were more than the necessary amount of trails to follow. Maybe he’ll be lucky to get directions from people passing by.

However that also proved to be useless as the people actively ignored him and went about their day. Some even outright refused because he was a foreigner. It seems even in Spades, there is some prejudice against outsiders. Still, Bill tried to find someone who was helpful enough to give him directions. He spots some men carrying boxes and instruments into the music shop up ahead. “Excuse me, gentlemen!” Bill rushes up to them, “I'm looking for Magrath Villa. Would you–“ the men completely ignored him, a couple giving him dirty looks as they haul the equipment into the building, leaving Bill alone on the street-- “hmmm, I guess not…”

A sigh escapes Bill as he has no choice but to try and find Magrath on his own. Lost in his own thoughts a young woman with brown wavy hair rushes by, seemingly excited to get to wherever her destination leads her. The girl accidentally bumped into Bill’s side as she passed him, stumbling a bit before catching herself and continuing onward, spewing out a hasty apology. Taking the chance to ask the girl for directions, Bill calls out to her “Oh wait, excuse me, Miss. Can you please help me–” just as Bill held his hand out to tap the girl’s shoulder, a heavy silver handle in the shape of a wolf landed on his shoulder and pulled him back. The sudden force caused him to stumble a bit as he was turned around. The same silver handle lands roughly on his shoulder again, steadying him. And as he regained his composure Bill looked up at the man before him, bewildered ice grey eyes meeting steely eyes hidden behind blue tinted round shades.

Before Bill had a chance to speak, the man shoved the cane handle under his chin, forcing Bill to tilt his head upward. “Now I’m certain you weren’t just trying to make a move on my sister.” The red head was too stunned to speak. Never before had he ever expected to be caught in a situation like this. From the hard expression on his face down to the accessories on his person and the aura he presents, the man before Bill was effortlessly intimidating.

The man was dressed in a form fitting velvet black suit jacket, a velvet black and white waistcoat with a Jacobean pattern to match. The citrine gemstone on the wolf lapel pin, his blue tinted glasses and the accessories on his hat are the only elements that add splashes of colors to his entire suit. Everything about this man screamed upper class, and that’s when Bill noticed the emblem pinned on the belt of his hat. A silver Spade adorned with a crown. The man holding him hostage in the middle of the street was none other than— “The King of Spades—” The red head sputters, trying to regain his composure as the king glares down at him. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my attention— I’m new here—”

“Clearly. No Spades wears this amount of red and bears the Hearts crest.” The king remarks with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. He tilts his shades down, peering his vibrant magenta eyes at the red head. Once again, Bill was silenced by the scrutinizing intensity of the king’s gaze on him. What are the chances that Bill would meet the King of Spades on his first day in the country. And already, he’s gotten himself in trouble with the king. Before Bill could come up with a sentence, a feminine voice was heard from behind. “Coby, leave him alone.”

The young woman from before came into view again, she had a frown on her face as she faced the king. ‘She called him by his first name. Is she allowed to do that?’ Bill thought as he watched the king and the girl go back and forth in their banter. “Vera, he was hitting on you!” The king exclaimed, earning an eye roll from the girl now known as Vera. “He already said he wasn’t. For the love of Avis, not every guy is out to get me!”

“You don’t know that. Men can never be trusted!”

“Yeah? What about Carson? Is my best friend not to be trusted?”

“That’s different. He’s family, of course you’re gonna trust him. I’m just saying, all men are animals. Don’t be getting close to any of them!”

“Oh shut up! You do this all the time. You know some guys are afraid to approach me because you’re the king!”

“As they should be! None of those guys are worthy to be in your presence if I have anything to say about it!”

“Would you stop! Oh my lord, you can be so annoying! Why do you—”

“Um excuse me!” Bill’s voice rang out, effectively putting the argument to a halt. The sibling duo stopped and turned their attention back to Bill, still in Coby’s hold. Bill gave them an awkward smile, “Aha, yeah… I’m sorry for the trouble but can you please let me go?” Coby instantly removes his cane away from Bill, returning to a casual stance leaning a bit of his weight on to the cane. “Right,” he cleared his throat, “Apologies for that. Just looking out for my little sister, didn’t mean to rough you up there.”

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Coby had properly introduced himself and his sister, whose name is actually Veruca. Bill returned the introduction, explaining that he traveled to Spades for work and needed directions to Magrath Villa. To Bill’s surprise, Coby and Veruca offered to show them the place. Ignoring his complaints, the sibling duo proceeded to walk in the direction of the villa, leaving Bill with no choice but to catch up with them. The three engage in small talk, with Veruca asking Bill about Hearts to Coby asking why he specifically chose to work in Spades.

“I see,” Coby noted, “So the luxuries of Diamonds would be far too glamorous to what you’re used to. Well if you can get through the day with all the pollution from the factories and engines here, I’d say you’d fit right in with Spades.” He gives Bill a signature charismatic grin earning a small laugh in response from the red head. “Yeah well, Spades’ history is one that intrigues me more than the other regions. Why and how did the people go from actual horses to making machinery of horses?”

“Though, I am surprised to see the king himself walking in the streets without a guard. Don’t you think that’s a little careless? What if you get attacked?” Bill can’t help but wonder how Coby can just roam freely as the king of the region. Not even King Declan left the castle without a courtier following closely behind. It was a big surprise to Bill with how lenient Coby is as a king.

Coby simply hummed, “I could be careless, but I was never really a rule follower. Ironic right, since I’m the king?” He laughed, patting the younger man on the shoulder. “But I don’t like being followed around by a guard every hour of the day. Besides, this one here, hates having our bonding time interrupted.” A grin forms on the king’s face as he taps Veruca’s head with the handle of his cane. He expected Veruca to swat his cane away or hit him back but the younger McQuaid was more focused on their new companion. She had a hard gaze in her eyes as she scrutinized the red head. Bill cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable by the girl’s glare. Coby wasn’t sure what got his little sister bothered, but knowing Veruca, it was either going to be entertaining or insulting.

“I’m sorry” the younger McQuaid halts in her steps, "but who did your hair? It looks absolutely terrible. You really need a new barber." Insulting, Coby confirmed mentally. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or scold Veruca for her comment. And yet he found entertainment in the situation. A sheepish look was on Bill's face, scratching the back of his head he let out an awkward chuckle, "Aha yeah… my mum tends to chop it off if I let it grow out too much."

An awkward silence followed, Veruca cringing at both her choice of words and Bill’s admittance and Coby shook his head as he sighs. “I’m sorry for my sister’s comment.” Coby spoke up first. “She has the habit of speaking her mind. A good thing so she isn’t pushed around but, in casual conversation she can sound rather insensitive and ignorant.” He ruffles Veruca’s hair earning a shove from her. Fixing her hair up with a roll of her eyes, Veruca turns her attention back to Bill, eyes narrowed in a skeptical gaze. “What, you're not grown enough, so you still let your mother cut your hair?” Her question had earned her a smack to the back of her head by her brother. “You don’t have to answer that.”

It was safe to say, the sibling duo became a central part of Bill’s life in the Country of Spades.

~ One Year Later • Aug. 28th ~

Life in the Country of Spades had gone dim as soon as news of King Coby’s death reached the people’s ears. News stations were competing against each other to make headlines on the cause of the King’s death. Even the people were starting to create their own theories on Coby’s death. Bad gossip and nothing more.

Sitting in the outdoor dining area of the cafe nearby the museums, Bill tossed the newspaper onto the table with a tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He had met the King many times and most of them were when he was with Veruca dragging him out of the palace and to places she wanted to go to. From their interactions and seeing how the siblings are, Bill could tell that Coby was a good man. He cared not just for his family but for the people as well. He worked hard with Duncan Ashe, the country’s Chancellor and his best friend, to create Spades’ very own annual event for the people to enjoy and have fun in.

Bill glances over at Veruca sitting across from him. She had been quiet ever since she got to the cafe, staring off into space and in her own world. Bill was worried for her. With her brother gone, and the country making up theories on his death, no one seemed to realize or care how this loss is affecting Coby’s family. Veruca’s parents had already made their statements, choosing to mourn in peace and silence. Veruca on the other hand was sought after by the press every time she left her home. It didn’t help that Coby was assassinated on her birthday five days ago, making Veruca an easy subject for journalists to go after.

Bill pulls out a small rectangular box and slides it over to Veruca on the table top. Veruca seemed to snap out of her daze, curiously gazing at the box before looking up towards Bill. He simply gave her a small smile and nodded his head towards the gift. “A birthday gift.” Veruca’s face scrunched up, “But you already got me a gift, you don’t need to give me another one.” Bill shakes his head, nudging the box closer to her. “I insist. Besides, this one is undoubtedly special to you.”

Veruca was silent again, but seeing how Bill was adamant that she accept the gift, she took the small box in her hands. Just as she removed the top cover of the box, her breath hitched as the contents within was revealed. Inside laid a golden bullet connected to a chain necklace. Veruca instantly recognized the piece of jewelry. Picking up the bullet, she turned it over to see her brother’s name engraved into the pendant. Her green eyes glossed over as she ran her finger over the carved letters. “Where… where did you get this?”

“Lady Buckthorn-Snyde wanted to put it up on display in the Vault alongside the former monarchs’ belongings as another artifact, but it didn’t sit right with me.”

“Wow… of course she would do that.” Veruca laughed bitterly. “I’m surprised you got permission to take it though. I hear that woman is very tough to persuade.” RBill shrugged with a teasing grin, “Well, I never said I got permission.”

“You just took it?” Veruca had an incredulous look upon her face, a lighthearted huff escaping her lips. “Now if only they can find Coby’s cane. That one was actually a family heirloom, it belonged to my great grandfather.” Bill hummed, holding his chin in thought, “I haven’t seen his cane within the Kings’ Artifacts exhibit, but I’ll be sure to keep a look out for it.” Veruca responds with an appreciative smile.

“Well if it isn’t the King’s younger sister, Veruca McQuaid.” A voice calls out, causing the two to look over to see Patricia Rakepick approach their table. At the Ace’s presence, Veruca went quiet again. “Miss Veruca I haven’t seen you since the incident. I am not surprised though, after what happened I expected you would hide away for a while.” The Ace spoke aimlessly with a wave of her hand. The tone of her voice was empathetic, but there was an eerie chill, almost taunting, that followed. “Madame Ace, what a surprise to see you here.” Veruca quietly spoke, barely keeping the older woman’s gaze. Bill noticed Veruca’s reaction, leaving him confused to see her act so small in the Ace’s presence.

“I am merely taking a stroll, then I saw you and I must simply come by to say hello.” Rakepick’s cool demeanor was anything but comforting. Veruca felt as if the air around her was starting to suffocate her. Before Bill could greet the Ace himself, Rakepick’s cold gaze turned in his direction. Upon looking into her eyes, Bill froze, feeling a hitch in his breath. Now he knew why Veruca was so hesitant to face the Ace. The way the woman gazed at him was almost akin to a predator spying on its prey, ready to pounce. The world around him was slowly fading to grey as he maintained eye contact with the woman. The last remaining color Bill saw before everything faded in a sea of grey were the piercing cold blue ice peering down at him.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Questions rang through Bill’s head as he was frozen in place. He’s personally never met the Ace, only heard of her reputation being a brutal yet highly respected member of the court. But upon meeting her now, Bill wasn’t too fond of being in her presence. At least now he understood why Veruca felt so uncomfortable with Rakepick around. He snuck a glance over to Veruca to see her sitting tensely, eyes now casted onto the box he had given her.

A wicked smile graced the Ace’s sharp features, “And you must be the archaeologist the Curator spoke of. William Weasley was it? I see you’re well acquainted with Miss Veruca.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bill gave Rakepick a nervous smile, “Hello Madame Ace, that is correct. Veruca is a good friend of mine.” A quiet hum was her response. “I see. Well I do hope that Miss Veruca has been treating you well. She does not seem to realize that her incessant need for company can be seen as distracting and a burden.” Aghast by the accusation, Veruca quickly snapped her head up to Rakepick. “Excuse me?”

Bill shifted in his seat looking just as uncomfortable as Veruca, “I’m not sure what you mean by that. Veruca has been nothing but pleasant since I first came to Spades.”

“I am sure she has. Be careful around her though, Miss Veruca can be very demanding when she wants someone’s attention. Just take the late king for example. Tried to do his job as the country’s king, but his own sister kept getting in the way. Distracting him until, well, it’s all in the news. Everyone knows about it.”

“Madame Ace, that was uncalled for! Coby’s death was not my fault!”

“Was it really? Was it really not your fault that your brother is dead?” Rakepick turns her head back to the brunette, the gaze in her eyes scrutinizing and accusing, “Your brother had a role to play as the king of this country. Yet you constantly interrupt him of his duties, dragging him out of the palace to entertain your silly little ideas.” Veruca shakes her head, looking up at the older woman with a scowl, “That’s not true! I never distracted him, Coby—”

“Are you insinuating your brother was a slacker? That he cared less about his role as King and spoiled you because you are family?”

“N—no! I would never— I never said he—”

“King Coby was perceptive and sharp despite his laidback attitude.” Rakepick silenced her, “If you weren’t at the palace at the time of the assassination, his majesty would have easily detected the assassin. But he was too preoccupied with your presence.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down at Veruca. “And his majesty couldn’t properly fight off his assailant as he was too focused on making sure you weren’t in the way.” The tension around them was getting heavy, Veruca couldn’t defend herself with Rakepick cutting her off at every chance. The people around them were quietly whispering amongst each other and sneaking glances their way. “But you got in the way, anyways. And now your brother is dead, and the country has no king.”

“That’s enough!” Bill slams his hands against the table, standing up with so much force the chair is knocked back. He steps between the two, shielding Veruca from any more of Rakepick’s torment. A deep frown crosses his features as he holds a stern glare towards the older woman. “Have you no damn shame! Veruca just lost her brother, and on her birthday no less! She doesn’t need you accusing her of something out of her control, have some damn empathy!” At Bill’s outburst, a guard stalks through the crowd ready to dispel the commotion.

“How unbefitting of you, Madam Ace, to be causing a scene in public. Most especially against King Coby’s sister.” An authoritative voice broke through the crowd, silencing everyone around as their eyes turned in the guard’s direction. Erika Rath, the Chancellor’s guard, stands before the three. Her arms were folded across her chest, standing tall and confident as she observed the group with a neutral expression. “It would be wise to control yourself, lest you would like the Chancellor to get involved. He’s a very busy man, Madame Ace, and he has no time to be dealing with your nonsense.”

“You have a lot of nerve to be talking down to me, soldier.” Rakepick snapped towards the blonde. “I should have you put through a restriction and a reduction in grade, for talking back to your superior.”

The expression on Erika’s face was intense, she steps closer to Rakepick, fiery gaze in her eyes, “I report directly to the Chancellor, Madame Ace, not you. And on his order, no one is to disturb the late King’s family as they mourn over their loss. You may be the Ace, Madame, but the Chancellor still ranks above you. You do not want to make him even angrier than he already is with you.” Rakepick says nothing, keeping up with the intense stare down with the guard. A few seconds passed before a cold smile reappeared on her face. “Apologies, Rath. It seems I have overstepped many boundaries today.” The Ace turns her attention back to Bill and Veruca, the two feeling a chill run down their spine as if they felt the older woman peer right through their souls. “My condolences Miss McQuaid. I do hope you can let this whole ordeal go. With the king gone, so many things are going on and everyone is clearly out of sorts.” She spoke with a hand over her heart as a sign of sincerity but there was none in her words. “I’m sure you can understand the stress we are all in.”

Her tone was sickenly sweet, it made Veruca feel sick. She struggled maintaining eye contact with the older woman, only managing a weak nod in response. Rakepick gave them one last icy smile before she left the cafe not even sparing a glance or a word to Erika. As soon as Rakepick was no longer in sight, the heavy tension went away and Bill let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everyone was urged to continue on with what they were doing by Erika. Though there was an obvious awkwardness in the air. Who can just go back to sipping their tea and eating cakes after witnessing all of that? Erika turns to Bill and Veruca, simply giving them a nod and that she would inform the Chancellor of what had transpired. Bill thanks her and watches Erika leave to continue her patrol.

Once she was further away from them, Bill turned around to face Veruca. She had been quiet the entire time since he stepped in to confront Rakepick. She had a downcast look, and Bill noticed that her eyes were glossy. Her jaw was tightly clenched and he realized that she was trying to hold herself back from crying. Veruca flinches when a hand rests upon her shoulder, she looks up to see Bill giving her a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore, today.” Veruca returns the gesture with a strained smile. “Thanks… you didn’t have to do that, though.” Bill simply waves her off with a shake of his head, “Oh come on, I couldn’t just stand by and let her harass you like that.”

He pulls out his handkerchief and hands it over to her. “Still hard to believe that woman is the Ace of the country.” Veruca hums in acknowledgement, taking the cloth and wiping her tears away, “A foul one, isn’t she? Never really liked her. At least you know the reason why. She has this arrogant aura around her due to her title, and it’s gotten worse since…,” she trails off, eyes glancing around before turning her gaze back to her companion, “well, you know… She started taking the mantle way too seriously, creating more strict policies on everything. Duncan isn’t too happy about her overstepping his authority.”

“I can imagine.” Bill huffs, returning to his seat, “She’s a hard woman to deal with, I give my praise to the Chancellor for lasting this long with her.” Veruca lets out a small laugh before going quiet again, the gloomy expression returning to her face. “Do you think it was really my fault?” Bill looks at her with a reassuring yet sad smile, “No, not at all. It’s an older sibling's nature to protect their younger sibling.” He gently pats her shoulder. “Don’t believe a thing Rakepick says. Coby obviously loved you and was happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go or let you into the palace. And don’t forget, he was willing to chase away anybody who tried to take advantage of you. Even if they were merely asking for directions.” Bringing up their first meeting, hoping it would at least brighten up Veruca’s mood a bit.

Veruca chuckles at that, remembering the encounter. “Yeah, he does have an aggressive way in dealing with creeps.” A surprised gasp comes from Bill, “I’m a creep? Now that’s just hurtful, Veruca.” He frowns, feigning offense and holding a hand to his chest. “And here I thought we were friends.” Veruca rolls her eyes at his comment, “With the shoddy haircut you had at the time, you were definitely a creep.”

“Hey, I told you already my mother was the one that cut it! That wasn’t my fault.”

“No offense to your mother, but you seriously need to get someone else to cut it.”

“Who says I plan to cut it? I’m growing it out. It looks better this way, don’t you think?”

“Well it certainly is an upgrade to your old look. Being an archaeologist pays nicely, huh? Don’t have to worry about your precious hand-me-downs being ruined.” Veruca jests. The two often poked fun at each other’s appearance in a light hearted manner.

A smile breaks out on Bill’s face seeing Veruca brighten up again. Fear, pain and sadness were not emotions Bill had ever associated with Veruca. However after today’s events, he was more open to realizing how much Veruca keeps so much to herself. Veruca hardly had much reason to express any negative emotions, and if she did she kept it hidden, bottling it up so no one ever knew she was upset. ‘The pressure of being the king’s little sister must have gotten to her.’ Bill solemnly thinks, watching Veruca finish up the last of her tarts. With Coby gone, Veruca is much more vulnerable to people with bad intentions. It was obvious with the journalists and then today with Rakepick. Duncan, Wilhelmina and Elroy can only do so much, but they know they can’t watch over Veruca all the time.

“You alright there, Bill?” He must have had a weird look on his face judging by the way Veruca was staring at him. He simply smiled, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” It was then that Bill made a promise not just to himself, but to Coby as well, that he would stand by Veruca and watch after her. After all, it is in the older sibling’s nature to protect their younger sibling.

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An Amateur Cartomancy Reading of The Hazbin Hotel Deck

Looking into the possible meanings (if they exist) behind the character choices of the Official Hazbin Hotel Playing Card Deck This is just for fun, I have an interest in Tarot and Cartomancy, but am not a practitioner myself, if you see this and are a practitioner, feel free to comment or even tag me in your own posts on the subject. It's something that I've always had an interest in since I was teenager and I’d love to hear what you have to say!

Also this is just as a fun exercise, and in truth it's difficult to make accurate readings when much of cartomancy has to do with how the cards are drawn, what cards are drawn next to them, and the context of the question being asked So we're taking this already from only a partial read of the cards themselves.

Alright? Alright let’s go!!!

As you can see the Exorcists here are Jokers, the Trump card to beat all cards, a black and red Joker card also represent the Beginning of a Journey in cartomancy. I think the symbolism is pretty obvious here, not just as a Trump card, but as the Exterminations are what kicks off Charlie’s Story.

Now the deck comes with 3 unique suits, and one classic: Pentagrams, Keys (or Keekees), Hearts and Apples

Now interesting is the Hearts are normal suit so we can directly make comparisons. And since the other red suit is Pentagrams we can slot that in to represent

As for The Clubs and The Spades:

After reviewing both Apple and Keys I am 90% sure that if they're meant to sync up well with their characters then I believe that Apples are The Clubs and Keys are The Spades and this will be my assumption moving forward

Now moving forward this Hellish deck also wouldn't be complete without a special something for its 6s Each 6 has a special lil graphic that gives a small hint for who the king of each suit is. (Except for Pentagrams....maybe...)

Let's start with 6 of Pentagrams. Decorated with hellish eyes. Compared with The Diamonds which often represents money. The 6 of Diamonds represents "what goes around comes around", that you might be being misled by others or even yourself.

The Heart Suit represents Relationships and social aspects of Society The 6 of Hearts is the "Law of Love", a knack for big business that doesn't believe in luck As you can see it looks insectid, with a shiny glassy heart in the middle

The Keys have a familiar looking upside-down cross. The Spades are a Trump suit and the considered most valuable suit. They represent partnership and noble soldiers The 6 of Spades Represents tremendous potential is here if you're willing to accept the responsibility

Side note look at the Worm-Snake taking a bite outta the apple! So cute!!

The Clubs suit represents achievement through work, as well as evoking positive futures The 6 of Clubs is the Messengers Card, a call to duty, temptation of lethargy will tempt this person, but if they overcome it triumph over a great foe will be achieved

Charlie here is our Ace of Apples

Ace of Clubs - Positivity, love, fosters learning, it also can represent an important location (like a hotel?) Which need I say more? That’s pretty on the nose there

Next up is the Jack of Apples Razzle and Dazzle!

Fun Fact about these guys is that they aren't printed twice flipped, they legit Razzle and Dazzle

Jack of The Clubs is known as the Lucky Card! Supposedly it brings happiness and good fortune. It often heralds in a new opportunity

The Queen of Apples is the Queen of Hell Lilith

The Queen of The Clubs is a woman who stands for justice, truth and change. She is a symbol of the need to take action.

Which...is interesting if you look at a blink and you miss it poster in the pilot...hmmm

The King of Apples is of course Lucifer

The King of Clubs is a symbol of taking charge, of determination, and of attracting the attention of someone influential in the world. In cartomancy drawing a King of Clubs means Be Assertive and your goal is within reach which is and interesting possibility for Charlie, that she might need to be Assertive to her father to allow her goal to succeed It's also interesting considering how Lucifer became ruler of hell in the first place, by being Assertive to his father.

Next up Hearts Suit

Ace of Hearts is Cherri Bomb!

As an Ace of Hearts this card represents new love or the start of an emotional journey. This card represents love, happiness and celebration and a strong foundation

(Also there's a tiny Cherri on the bomb and I think that's adorable)

The Jack of Hearts is our dear Spider Boi

The Jack of Hearts represents a person who's going through a difficult time, but will overcome it and start fresh. It is also said that this card represents a man pining for an unobtainable lover or an unrequited love.

The Queen of Hearts is our lovely Velvet of the triple Vs

Interestingly she has her phone as the centerpiece with a little like heart popping off it. Culturally the Queen of Hearts is associated with a chop happy character from Wonderland. Which might be some inspiration here.

But what does it mean? The Queen of Hearts indicates someone with a magnetic personality, the sweetheart, the adored daughter, the favorite sister, the beloved mother. Drawing this card usually is an indication that you are loved, but perhaps require self care yourself

Leaving us with our King of Hearts, Valentino himself

Also known as the Suicide King the King of Hearts is always shown with their weapon (usually a sword) going through their head. Interestingly no weapon is seen, but! -he is holding his signature cigarette whose smoke is implied have some sort of control over Angel Dust.

We'll see when the series comes out, but if his use of this smoke ends up being his undoing I get to say I called it...sorta

That's lovely but what does the King of Hearts MEAN? Well in Cartomancy this King often represents a loyal romantic partner. Which....yeah, who knows I guess.

But it also is an omen that BIG change is coming, could be good or bad, but it is coming and there's no stopping it

Now onto the Key Suit which again we’re using Spades for

Ace of Keys is best girl Vaggie

Vaggie is our Ace of Spades and she looks amazing! Now the Ace of being one of the most important cards in the card is often more elaborate looking, and you can definitely see more attention placed on the colors and defined shape then with the other cards

Ace of Spades is known as the semi mythological Black Spot (no really this was used as the black spot in Caribbean piracy) also known as the Death Card And if your wondering why called it a semi myth, it's because the Black Spot as we know it was invented by the book Treasure Island

Feel free to Google that if you don't believe me, fun little trivia fact for the day

In Cartomancy tho the Card is not a reference to Death, but instead Loyalty. Many Spades Cards represent hardships of some sort. With the Ace representing deep personal troubles.

Jack of Keys belongs to our grumpy boi Husk

Ofcourse he's got card in the center, interestingly it appears to be a 2 of Hearts which means romantic love between 2 people I'm also 90% sure this isn't the first time he's been seen with the 2 of Heart's either..can't confirm tho

In cartomancy the well positioned Jack of Spades is kind of an unstoppable force; primed for success, but that itself is primed to be their downfall The Jack of Spades is often described as a con man, they are sharp and clever, but if they're not careful they will play themselves

Time for the Queen of Keys! Nifty!

Look she's even stabbing the bug from the pilot!

The Queen of Spades is intelligent and clever, using her creativity and organization to outsmart her opponent

The Queen of Spades however is also considered an unlucky card that represents death & change

Also fun fact the Queen of Spades considered the dark mirror of the Queen of Hearts So these two crazy gremlins might be foils to each other

Lastly is The King of Keys, Alastor

The King of Spades is the 'Top Card of the Deck' and represents Power and Self Mastery, Mind over Matter, Head over Heart, and how these powers can be used for creation or destruction

Also ironically depending on how it's drawn The King of Spades can also represent an obstacle or problem in the work place and if that's not a little on the nose I don't know what is

Onto the Pentagrams which we’re again using Diamonds for

Ace of Pentagrams is Helsa Von Eldritch, an apparent rival to Charlie, who is Ace of Apples

Diamonds itself represents money and the Ace of Diamonds is all about Value and Wealth. It is a warning about when money becomes more important than people

The Jack of Pentagramssss issss our dear Sssir Pentiousssss

Jack of Diamonds typically represent someone who is always fidgeting and working with their hands. Very smart and productive.

It's a card that often flip flops on whether it means good or bad luck. And it sometimes represents crime and even deception! Generally tho the Jack of Diamonds is potential just waiting to be realized

Queen of Pentagrams is my gurl Rosie

Queen of Diamonds typically represent a philanthropist contributing their wealth to the arts. They typically are used to mean your relationship between yourself and a wealthy benefactor

And lastly drum roll everyone, the King of Pentagrams Vox

The King of Diamonds is a shrewd cunning business man. A "wheeler dealer" type. The King cards represent Power and Diamonds represent money and that's what the King has in spades. The King of Diamond's is willing to gamble cause they have all the money in the world, and they rarely ever lose.

With that I close off this reading. Like I said on my first post this is coming from someone who's not a professional at this sort of thing, and this was more or less for fun.

Did they line them up like this on purpose?

Can the reads be all just coincidence?

Absolutely!

We won't know until the show comes out if the reads or cards are accurate, but it was a lot of fun to dive down this rabbit hole and find some possible connections!

Anyway have a wonderful day everyone! Hope you had some fun!

#long post #like loooooong post #Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel theory #come along with me on my madness #Charlie Morningstar #Alastor #Angel Dust #Vagatha #Hazbin Hotel Husk #The Triple Vs #sir pentious

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Letters of Blossoming Bonds

Welcome to another entry in the Cardverse AU, created by @ariparri. This story follows a discussion I had with my friend @dat-silvers-girl. It explains the beginnings of Cato and Sarahi’s friendship in the Cardverse as pen pals and how it evolved through their letters to each other. This story also has a brief mention of the Jack of Clubs who belongs to @helenadurazzo. Sarahi belong to @dat-silvers-girl. It was so much fun to brainstorm and write this. I hope you all enjoy!

Also tagging @akikocho, @nerdyliv and @carewyncromwell

As Cato accustomed to his duties as the Ace of Clubs, he accepted that paper was a central part of the job. Filling out orders, communicating with his lower officers and organizing troops, supplies and munitions were conducted in documentation by written word. Information flowed up and down the chain of command. Everyone in the military was part of it. From the Ace at the top, the officers in between and the many soldiers out and about, each member played a small, yet integral role in keeping the country safe from all threats, foreign and domestic.

Besides the military, Cato also had authority over legal and judicial matters in his position. He worked in close coordination with his childhood friend and partner, the Jack of Clubs Helena Durazzo @helenadurazzo to draft laws and address national matters, benefitting the best interests of their people, their nation and Cinderhaven as a whole. Warrants, affidavits, case files and other records were handled, with the Ace overseeing many law enforcement investigations over his career. While he had officers below him that helped in carrying out his duties, the Ace had the final approval over many matters that hit his desk. From there, they would be passed up to the Jack and finally His Majesty, King Orion Amari of Clubs.

Fortunately, Cato’s desk was in front of a big bay window that afforded him a panoramic view of the landscape. It sat in his study accessible from his bedroom on the second floor, at the top long end of the Ace’s residence. It had a smaller view than the balcony but it beat having no view at all. Sometimes the Ace would look up from his work to smile and admire the nature outside. That was on sunny days. When it rained, the sound of a billion drops hitting the woodwork kept him at ease as he went through each paper.

Sometimes among the official correspondence he’d receive each day, there would be small envelopes containing letters from friends and family. The work-related materials came in folders, scrolled parchments and sealed pouches. Cato could tell from which country personal letters were from by the wax symbols that kept the envelopes closed. Those from home bore the mark of the Clubs. But he would also see sleeves with hearts, diamonds and spades, too.

He kept contact with his friends in other kingdoms by writing. Early on into his career, he started receiving letters from someone in the Kingdom of Hearts he never wrote to before - Sarahi Silvers. Cato had knew of the Silvers name from his parents who often went to the Passion Ball up in Hearts. They were friends with a few members of the Hearts’ royal household. Last time he heard, one of the children of the Silvers family had dropped out of college at the bemusement of her mother but found work as part of the help at the royal household.

In the first few letters Cato and Sarahi exchanged, she explained that she enjoyed tending after the greenery and flowers around the palace over her usual chores as a maid. In his mind, he questioned how she got ahold of him in writing. She kept busy around the Castle of Hearts throughout her day and catching up with the news wasn’t a priority. Cato recognized from the letters that Sarahi was unaware that he was the Ace of Clubs. He debated whether he should volunteer that to her but decided against it. The young leader knew that in such a high place on the latter some common people would find him intimidating, and he resonated with Sarahi’s situation.

She became the royal house’s gardener and befriended the animals around the castle proper. Sarahi often worked alone, but seldom felt lonely because the rabbits and other adorable ones were always there to keep her company as people came and went. Cato also lived on his own in his house in Clubs, surrounded by nature. He enjoyed looking outside from the balcony, watching the birds fly by and the wildlife mill around. Deer with their young, ducklings following the mama duck, and squirrels playing in the trees. These little signs of life made him smile too. The Ace was in touch with nature just as Sarahi was. Since they were kids, nature was among their greatest passions, and they found pleasure in it by their own means. Cato was a curious lad and loved to travel, see more of nature and learn about the cultures of other kingdoms. While work now limited how much he could go out, he still longed to see his friends and reminisce with them.

Cato and Sarahi were penpals - they shared the aforementioned thoughts with each other through the mail coming to and fro between the Land of Clubs and the Kingdom of Hearts. Sometimes she would ask him about the animals in his country. Growing up in Clubs, Cato was quite knowledgeable on that subject. He explained to his penpal what the local fauna were, how they moved, how they ate, and how they got along with other animals. The Ace was also curious about the animals in hearts, and he would ask Sarahi about them, sharing her curiosity. In fact the Ace and the gardener were also united by the sentiment of leaving their comfort zone to see the world once in a while.

Alongside animals, Sarahi of course was interested in the other aspects of Clubs as a land too - the towns, the people, the scenery and the history. Until she was comfortable, Cato made a point when he entertained these topics to leave out anything to do with his work. He was still happy to mention King Orion in his letters, but he didn’t dare refer to him as His Majesty to play it safe. A running joke that the two penpals enjoyed was finding out what the King of Clubs thought of a particular animal. After all, it was common knowledge that he was the most level-headed, chillest lad out there.

With the drama that led to Sarahi becoming the castle gardener for the Hearts’ royal house, she found comfort in writing to Cato. He was someone connected through her family’s social network that she could trust and wouldn’t judge her. Their conversations started out with them discussing their respective kingdoms and her appointment. Cato wanted to tell Sarahi about his life as the Ace of Clubs but he’d have to wait. He was fine with this though, because they wouldn’t be exchanging letters if he shared that first thing. Sarahi didn’t know Cato well when they started writing to each other. She was also quite the anxious sort, and would’ve been scared off if she learned that her new penpal was the Ace of Clubs of all folks.

When considering that, Cato felt it was best to leave his job out of his letters with Sarahi for the moment and be himself. He knew that the impressions of a leading figure like an Ace did not agree with his personality and how he interacted with people. He thought that she was friendly, curious and compassionate like himself, and he had a lot of respect for her as the Hearts palace gardener. Tending to the natural scenery of the palace was a very important job because the royal grounds represented the best of the Kingdom of Hearts and left a strong impression on visitors from all around. The army that Cato led was representative of Clubs and its inhabitants' stewardship and loyalty to their nation and what it stood for. Of course, it was very different in size and scope to tending after the gardens around the Castle of Hearts. But the spirit was universal - Cato cared a lot for his troops and made sure they were well-trained, fed and in good morale. Sarahi made sure the flowers and animals around the Hearts royal proper were happy, healthy and beaming full of life. Their motivations came from love and loyalty. It was these values that helped get their nations through the hardship of the civil war in Spades and beyond.

However, while letters can do so much, nothing can conquer the magic or emotion of face-to-face contact with fellow human beings. Cato hopes that one day, he and Sarahi can meet in person and catch up with one another. For all his life he grew up in the natural beauty of the Land of Clubs. He has been out of the kingdom a couple times before but a new chapter of life is in store for him - new beginnings. Things have changed. Cato can only imagine how different the gardens at the Castle of Hearts look since the last time he has been there with Sarahi working on them. Finding peace in nature also helps Cato cope with the stresses of the political climate with Spades under Rakepick’s dictatorship and the risk she poses to Clubs and other kingdoms. Seeing is believing, and he looks forward to the moment when he can catch the train up to Hearts to meet his pen pal and take in the sights, smells and sounds of the gardens that Sarahi has put much of her energy into nurturing.

#cardverse au #hphm cardverse #cardverse #hphm cardverse au #sarahi silvers #cato reese #helena durazzo #orion amari

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proseinborderland · 1 year

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Omg hello could you please do something on Kuzuryu x reader smut? There is so little content for him and he s such a king (quite literally)

✨🖤 Hi there gorgeous! So, I've been thinking about your request today and the answer is Yes! However, ...

♦️ ...I would like to write the fic with a different pairing. Would Kuzuryu x Lisa (Queen of Spades,) be okay with you? If not, just message me with a few more details about what you're looking for and I'll make it happen!

♠ I love the idea of writing for other Alice in Borderland characters who aren't represented enough within the fandom, but I can't believe I got a Kuzuryu req right after one for Kyuma! It felt odd and refreshing, lol. I also write for Chishiya too, which is common, I know - but always worth mentioning just so that you do ;-)

♦️ I am adding this to my list, though I cannot guarantee when it will be out. We all do this for fun, so I am not going to pressure myself. I'd rather make Kuzuryu fans proud with my naughty story. lol (Should post within a few days.)

♠ Please keep the prompts and headcannons coming, I love them!

♦️ & I seriously love you all! I love this fandom! I love dirty smut! I love writing it too! In fact, I'm going to go write some right now!

♥ If you would like to be tagged in this post let me know.

🖤 Bye Bye!

Q♠ (Kay)

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demonicpiano · 6 months

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WIP that List

Finally getting around to being tagged courtesy of @coralcatsea and @fireandiceland for the WIP Game List. Feel free to be peek. This could double as a way to get my word-spew organized. Yes, feel free to talk to me/share ideas about any of these.

Assume it's all USUKUS unless stated otherwise. :]

Free Use AU - Humanverse. Circles around a romantically-based found family trope of the Allies and blanket consent + free use kinks onto Alfred, who is a happy, spoiled pet sub. Currently uploading to AO3 with originally 6 fics planned, but I just recently wrote 2 more. The ideas keep coming.

Tsunyotalia piece - Tsunotalia + Nyotalia. NSFW. After writing Love at First Headbutt I just had a craving for more. May or may not already be written. Just deciding whether to keep it the way it is or stretch it out a little.

TOURNAMENT - Cardverse. One of those pieces that have the Kingdom of Spades competing to be the Queen, as well as winning King Alfred's hand. Fully outlined, writing in progress, but on hold for other projects.

Blindfold - Cardverse. AU of an AU. Idea came to me when I was writing Only a Matter of Time (and Waiting). Since the King of Spades has extremely powerful but cursed time magic in their eyes, they must wear a blindfold. Arthur is a woodworker who has been hired to go to the palace and remodel the King's bedchambers, where they meet and (vague gesturing). Particularly excited to work on it, fully outlined and working on this one right now.

Pirate Cardverse series - Cardverse. PIRATES. Pirate Queen for the Throne of Spades, yes! The series is almost already done. There's definitely one more fic to write, one for nyo!America/nyo!England since I did the other combinations for USUKUS. Not written yet, but planned. I'll have to perish before I don't write it.

✨Might squeeze out another Arthur/Amelia fic, something small and smutty as an epilogue to 'cap' the series.

Vampire Cardverse series - Cardverse. And vampires. Vampire Cardverse. This bastard. This has been in my brain since 2019, and I have so little to show for it. I had a whole giant story/backstories/series to go with it. Rumors are rising in the Kingdom of Spades of vampires, anything to explain inexplicable homicides. Is it really the vampires, or something trying to pin the blame upon the vampires? I got past 20 chapters/100,000 words and I lost the progress I made by doing some stupid overriding save mistake. I still have the outline but have hardly touched it since. Still mourning over it.

ABO Cardverse - ...Cardverse again. Probably typical but too bad—Alfred is an omega but gets the mark/power of the King of Spades. Omega King Alfred, yessir. Outlined, but not yet written.

Skyrim AU - It's Skyrim AU with Canada as the Last Dragonborn. One of the ones with no USUKUS as main focus. Two fics already written, taking place after the main events of the game, but when I continue this series, I plan to go back to the beginning to explore how it all started. Planned, not outlined, not yet written.

Spider-Man AU - SPOOOODER-MAN YES it's all just vibes right now, vibes, vibes, vibes. I have no idea what's gonna happen, no idea where it's going to go BUT ALFRED AND ARTHUR ARE SPIDER-PEOPLE AHHHHHH THWIP THWIP WEB SLINGING KA-POW, KA-POW! Not planned, not outlined, not yet written.

Two RusCan furry fauna bear things - 1) In the city, Matthew works for a sanctuary helping monsters make their way into society and/or out of abusive situations and other harmful situations. One of the people he helps is Ivan, a polar bear guy who is absolutely shut about his past.

2) Matthew is a fisherman who is told not to go through the woods on the outskirts of the village, but circumstances cause him to have to find a new spot, so he risks it and heads through the woods and learns the exact cause of the warnings. Both not outlined, half written.

Everything else is just ideas so far:

-Next part of monsterfucker series, probably going to be a plant-monster/dryad

-Cardverse RUKUS threesome fic

-Nordic 5 Christmas fic that's been in my head for 4 years but haven't gotten to it yet

-Mermaid/Naga USUKUS

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Want to play the tag game? Start talking. 🔫 Yeah, @ you. This is your chance to yap about your WIPs, artist, writer, or otherwise!

#THE SIN BIN #hetalia #hws #hetalia fic #hws USUKUS

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 11 months

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 6

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed), little bit of drama, some self-esteem issues, possessive Lucifer, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, pet names (such as princess, good girl, and little one)

A/N: Just a little bit of drama to spice things up, because who doesn't love a possessive Lucifer?! Don’t worry, we’ve got a chapter that isn’t fully smut coming up too, where we introduce our lovely Winchester brothers back into the fray!!

During the first week, it was easy to make excuses for why I hadn’t seen Lucifer. With the recent change back into power, I had no doubt that he was busy.

The second week was when I started to get worried. I wished I had a way to call him but he didn’t exactly have a phone. So I did the next best thing and tried to pray to him, unsure if it would even work, and was rewarded with more silence.

The third week was when I gave up hope. Reality began to set in painfully hard. All that soulmate shit was most likely a lie. I had just been an experiment for him. He was obviously just feeling the remnants from his almost-human life, and I was the easiest one around to take it out on. It hurt to accept but I knew the quicker I did, the easier the pain would fade; Much like ripping off a bandaid. It was at the end of the third week when I gave in to my baser urges, the need to seek out a distraction from the ridiculous heartbreak I was feeling.

It seemed like fate that Harry walked into my shop that day. I’d seen him around a few times, though he certainly wasn’t a daily regular. He’d always caught my eye because he had long very curly red hair that he kept pulled back into a low ponytail, not to mention he was quite gorgeous, with a very cute grin. Of course, I wasn’t sure if he’d be as receptive to my advances so, instead of being upfront, I wrote my number on the cup with a little note saying, “I think you’re cute. If you’re single and would want to go out sometime, call me! If not, have a wonderful day, and enjoy your coffee! Emery.”

I was beyond surprised when I got a text from him within the hour, inviting me out to dinner that night at Elmo’s- a local cozy Italian bar and restaurant. I wasted no time agreeing and spent the rest of my shift giddy with anticipation, the sensation only increasing in spades once I got off. It might have been presumptuous, but I stopped at the local lingerie shop on the way home to pick out something special. After a quick shower, I managed to find a nice black sleeveless top that cut low enough to barely cover my new bra and paired it with a silky red shawl and a short black skirt, topped off with black lace heels. Once I finished up my makeup and hair, I couldn’t deny that I looked pretty damn good.

“Lucifer, eat your heart out,” I muttered as I snagged up my keys and purse.

…

“Uh… Is it me, or am I getting the death stare?” Harry asked.

Brows furrowing in confusion, I tried to casually look toward where he gestured but all subtly was thrown out the window when I spotted the perpetrator. Lucifer gave a little finger wave from the bar before lifting one eyebrow and crooking his index in a come hither motion.

“God damn it!” I huffed under my breath.

I shot an apologetic smile toward Harry as I got to my feet.

“Give me just a moment, I’ll get rid of him,” I told him.

Before I could get even one step away, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. There was a strange expression of frustration and sadness in the redhead’s eyes that instantly made my gut churn.

“He’s an ex, right? Look, you’re hot, but I’m not into this whole hard-to-get routine nor into playing second fiddle to-”

“No!” I cut him off sharply, “He’s not… not an ex, really. It’s hard to explain but I promise I’m just going to tell him to fuck off then I’ll be right back.”

Harry shook his head as he stood and jerked his wallet out.

“Don’t bother. The moment you chose to approach him instead of staying with me? This was over,” he sighed.

Scoffing in disbelief, I watched as he slapped a fifty onto the table and left without another word.

“God damn it!” I cursed for a second time.

Anger lit a fire in my belly and I was almost certain my emotions were written clearly on my face as I approached the adonis at the bar, if the smirk on his lips was any indication. I stopped within arms reach, ready to unleash all hell onto the king of hell, but my words were silenced the second Lucifer wrapped an arm around my waist and jerked me in close. Despite my rage and frustration at being cockblocked, I couldn’t control the way my heart instantly went into overdrive and the heat that warmed my cheeks. The sensation of his lips against my neck coupled with how he kept my chest pinned to his only made matters that much worse. Damn, I’d missed that.

He smelled good, way too fucking good; all warm spices and citruses that made my skin buzz in want.

“Keep glaring at me like that and I’ll take you here and now,” he breathed into my ear, “Human standards be damned.”

There was no doubt in my mind that, had he not been holding me, I would have been a puddle on the floor with the way my knees weakened. Rather than give into my baser desires, I managed to wriggle my hands between our bodies and pushed away from his firm chest. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was a flash of hurt in his eyes before that arrogant exterior came back.

“Lucifer, you can’t- Fuck, you can’t just go MIA for four weeks then randomly come back, ruin my date, and say shit like that!” I hissed.

Even as I said it, I knew there was no truth in my words. The way his icy blues stared into my soul broke through any resolve I had left. That damned smirk made me want to both throttle and kiss him simultaneously. I hated how weak I was to him. If I were Superman, he would have been my kryptonite, and what’s worse was that he knew it.

The hand still resting on my lower back began tracing designs against my shirt and shivers crawled up my spine deliciously. It took all of my resolve not to give in and beg him to do as he had threatened.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but there were some world-ending problems that were- ya know- pretty important to handle,” he sighed.

“I get that, Lucifer, but you couldn’t have bothered to call, shoot a text, or, hell, even answer my prayer?” I shot back.

He winced at that before dragging me back in. I gave up attempting to resist and instead allowed myself this little moment, wrapping my hands together behind his neck, relishing in the feel of his firm shoulders underneath my arms.

“Okay, okay, yeah, I guess I could have, but in my defense, this-” he pauses to gesture between the two of us, “This whole human attachment thing? This isn’t my usual schtick, okay? Before my little trip, emotions were the farthest thing from my mind. Still would be if it weren’t for the Nick situation here.”

Right. Soulmates. I wasn’t even sure it was true anymore, but either way, the concept was still hard to wrap my head around. My tongue darted out to wet my lips nervously as his eyes slowly raked up and down my form in the silence. The weight made it feel like so much more than just his gaze was touching me.

“But there’s something I need you to understand. That shit you just tried to pull, princess? It isn’t going to happen.”

“Wha-”

His free hand suddenly wound into the back of my hair, pulling the strands along the nape of my neck taunt before he jerked me closer once more.

“This was me being nice. Next time? Next time I’ll rip the still-beating heart from his chest and fuck you next to his corpse,” he whispered, “Don’t forget, you belong to me now.”

I felt almost ill at the mental image and yet, lust pooled heavily between my thighs at the threat. The fact that he wanted me all to himself, enough to do bodily harm to keep me as his alone? It was disgusting. It was erotic. It sure as fuck wasn’t healthy, but some disturbed part of me secretly loved the thrill. Did that make me a bad person? Probably. Fuck, he’d already killed a prince of hell over me. Granted, it was more than just to protect me, but his feelings for me were the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back, and that knowledge was overwhelming.

I was brought back into the now as I felt his face against mine. Being so close to him, I could feel the way he shuddered as he ran his nose along my ear and it sent goosebumps across my skin.

“Damn it, Emery, I can smell the way you’re reacting to me,” he murmured, “Just give in and come back with me already. Let me make up the last few weeks to you, properly.”

Swallowing hard, I strongly debated against it, but the soft press of his lips against my throat, and the scrape of his beard along my skin, sealed the deal. I had wanted to make him wait as much as he had done me, wanted to give some kind of petty payback, but I couldn’t do it. Not when he was touching me, when I wanted nothing more than combust into a pile of ash under the emotions plaguing my heart.

“Okay,” I finally answered with a little nod, “Let’s go.”

With a snap, we were suddenly somewhere much quieter. The chatter of other diners and the sounds of the restaurant were replaced with a somber silence. It took a second for my stomach to settle from the plane shift but, once I could open my eyes, I found the same room we had been in before. A sudden bout of nerves made it hard to think and the reality of the situation had my mind spinning. But then his hands were on me again and it was all washed away.

“I missed you,” he whispered as his lips brushed my forehead gently, “I wanted to come see you so many times.”

Taking a deep breath, I reached up and cupped his jaw, letting my thumbs rub over the scruff tenderly before giving in to my urges. Thankfully he didn’t resist, let me guide him down as I popped up as far as possible onto my tiptoes. The moment our lips touched, it was like he’d never been away. All my anger and sadness fell way to desperate adoration and lust. He lifted his hand as if to snap but I quickly grabbed his fingers to stop him, knowing what he was about to do.

“What-”

“I spend sixty dollars on this lingerie and someone is damn well going to appreciate it,” I explained with a sigh.

His eyebrows shot up at that before a sly smirk tilted up his lips.

“By all means.”

He backed away before plopping on the edge of the bed, gesturing toward me symbolically as he reclined back on his hands. He painted a picture of patience as I nervously pulled off my silky shawl.

It was still hard to believe he wanted me, despite having been in his bed weeks ago, but the way his eyes traveled over my form said it all. I just had to believe; to put faith in the fact that he had actually come back, and hadn’t abandoned me like I had feared.

Taking a deep, steadying, breath, I took off my shirt next and dropped it to the floor, exposing the black lace hugging my breasts perfectly, cleavage made even more prominent by the light padding in the bottom and accentuated by the crisscross of satin low in front. I couldn’t resist cupping the fabric, pushing my cleavage even more together, before tracing down the middle of my stomach.

The ragged breath he took in gave me the confidence to peek at him and I was thoroughly pleased to see that familiar expression of arousal, bottom lip bit seductively between his teeth as he shifted more upright. My fear of rejection slowly slipped away. A little smile crossed my face when I turned around and hooked my thumbs in my skirt, drawing it down teasingly slow until it passed the widest part of my hips before letting it drop to the floor. I knew how good the cheeky panties looked on my ample curves, all black lacy fabric with the same crisscross of ribbon along my tailbone.

“And now, I want to kill him more.”

I spun around, shocked at how close he sounded now, only to come face to chest with him. Fingers grabbed my jaw roughly and jerked my head back, nose pressing against mine as he let out a sigh.

“He dared to try to touch what’s mine. Knowing he would have seen you like this…”

His eyes flashed red and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. I really shouldn’t like that, that possessiveness. Why did I like that?! Shame unfurled in my gut, mixing potently with the lust, forming into some twisted guilty pleasure.

“Well,” I said as I swallowed hard, “He didn’t, okay? And to be honest, I don’t even know if I could have gone through with it anyway. I just kept hoping he’d be enough to distract me from how much I missed you and- and the thought that you might not come back.”

With a blink, red irises gave way to soft blues that melted my soul to bits.

“Of course, I was coming back,” he retorted.

A humorless chuckle escaped as I bit back, “Lucifer, you gotta see this from my point of view. I’m not exactly the most desirable to humans, let alone angels-”

“Archangel,” he cut in, pointing to himself with a cute smirk.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation before continuing on, “Any way, I know I’m not dog ugly but between the fact I’m awkward as hell and overweight, I’ve never been anybody’s first choice of partner. A quick fuck or even a secret affair, sure, but never as a long-term choice. So… just, forgive me if I have some issues trusting the fact that a drop-dead gorgeous archangel- The one and only Lucifer- actually sees me as more than a means to an end at best, and an annoyance at worst.”

He only stared at me in silence for a long moment before his grip on my face relaxed. He tsked softly as his hands came to my waist and he pulled our bodies firmly together.

“We’re gonna have to work on that self-confidence if you’re gonna be the queen of hell,” he sighed, “Listen, doll, if I didn’t find you absolutely irresistible, I wouldn’t be here. I’m sure you’ve gotta understand that somewhere in that pretty little head of yours.”

Though it was hard to believe, I knew I would just have to. He had a good point, anyway. No one could make Lucifer do what he didn’t want to, could they? And it wasn’t like he’d lied to me yet. As for the other bit-

“Wait, queen of hell?!” I squeaked out in shock.

A gruff little chuckle fled his mouth into mine as he captured my lips, and I had to moan back in turn. It felt so good to have him again. Four weeks without him had felt like an eternity. I found myself questioning if it was the supposed soulmate pull, or if I truly just desired him that much, but threw the question out the window as his fingers fleshed out over the dips in my sides possessively. What did the reason matter when it felt this good?

His teeth bit into my lower lip and pulled back until I let out a whimper. When he finally released his hold, he spoke softly.

“When everything is ready, you’ll be right there at my side. Perk of being soulmates with the King of Hell, baby.”

Before I could respond, he spun us around and sent me flying back onto the bed. My arms immediately flew over my head and were pinned down just like before. Someone definitely had a bondage kink.

“Until then, I believe I have some making up to do,” he purred as he slid between my legs.

The sensation of his chilly fingers sliding down my arms both tickled and sent shocks down my spine. I was able to hold some semblance of control over myself for a while, until his fingers slid down past the dips of my underarms and traced the lacy edge of my bra. A whimper fraught with desire escaped before I could stop it.

“This looks absolutely incredible on you. I’m almost sad to have to take it off,” he muttered as one finger slipped just slightly under the cup.

Without thinking, I arched into his touch in search of more; more friction, more him. The snap of his fingers was the only warning I got before I felt my nipples harden under the cool air of the room. There wasn’t even a full second before his fingers splayed across my breasts, squeezing and caressing and touching in ways that made my core clench in need.

To my surprise, he seemed much more content with moving on faster than last time, and I was almost disappointed until I felt his lips against my ribs. My heart thundered hard in my chest as he made a slow line down my torso, moving left and right, methodically placing little love bites and kisses until he shifted further down the bed. Eyes fluttering open in disbelief, I watched through lowered lids as he placed a sharp nip on my lower belly before doing the same on each hip.

“These, though, these are staying on for now.”

Feeling his breath through the lace nearly had me jumping out of my skin, but I managed to hold back with just a whimper. His arms slid under, jerking me down and hooking around my thighs. There was a tense silence in the air as he dragged the tip of his tongue torturously slow across the waistband of my panties, then followed the same pace straight down my covered slit.

“Now, princess, I need you to be a good girl and let me know what feels good, understand?” he demanded huskily, fingers tugging the lace aside, leaving me intimately exposed.

“Y-Yes,” I replied, voice hardly higher than a whisper.

The first tentative stroke of his tongue had me gasping. The next felt more sure, more confident, tracing slowly up and down my folds until finally, he came back up to my clit. A self-satisfied moan rumbled up from him when I jerked against my bonds and instinctively arched into his touch, and he instantly repeated the motion.

“There!” I managed to whimper between gasps.

It had been an unbearably long time since anyone had gone down on me, and those moments had been few and far between with selfish lovers, yet I already knew Lucifer was better at it than anyone I’d had before. As he curled his tongue in ways I’d never felt before, I couldn’t help but melt into the bed with a mewl. It was unfair how naturally good he was at all of this, how he could turn me into putty with just a few touches.

My breath caught in anticipation when he withdrew his hand from my hip and came out in a shaky moan when his fingers slid up and down my entrance.

“O-Ooh, yesss,” I whined softly, “Please!”

When he finally slipped them in, I nearly cried in relief. His fingers were so thick and long, and mixed with his sinful tongue it was almost too much to handle. I tried to tell him as such but my words got lost in the chorus of moans flooding forth as he crooked his fingers up against that one sweet spot of nerves. I couldn’t help but clench and grind down against his hand for more, never wanting it to end but feeling that familiar coil growing tighter by the second.

“That’s right, little one. Let me taste you.”

The sudden low timbre of his voice echoing through my mind gave me that last little push over the ledge. His voice was always sexy but hearing it in such a perfectly intimate way, knowing why he was unable to talk out loud, it did inexplicable things. Every nerve in my body lit on fire as I stilled beneath him, sobbing but oh so content to let him drag out my high as long as possible.

When it became too much, I couldn’t help but wriggle my hips back into the bed with a pathetic whine. He finally relented when I was near tears but I wasn’t even given a second to breathe, an invisible force rolling me over onto my knees; leaving me to rest on my forearms with my hands still bound above my head awkwardly so that I had to hang my head between my shoulders.

Big hands took hold of my hips as he knelt in place behind me and I couldn’t resist prostrating myself further, arching back until I brushed up against his cock.

“Absolutely divine,” Lucifer purred, nails tracing sharp lines up my back, “How could you ever think that I’d want to leave this?”

I wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical but I withheld my opinion nonetheless, not wanting to ruin the moment with my self-esteem issues. My thoughts were derailed into a better place as I felt hot kisses trailing up my spine.

“Lucifer,” I whined with a little shake of my hips, “Please.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg for me,” he breathed against my shoulder.

Reaching between us, he hastily lined up his cock and thrust in. There was no hesitation this time. A cry left my lips as he sunk in as far as possible, fingers digging painfully hard into my hips. Thankfully, it was much easier to adjust to him this time, but there was still no denying the burning ache of being stretched beyond my limits.

“Thank fuck, finally,” I gasped mindlessly.

“Hmm? What was that?” Lucifer asked.

As he slowly pulled out, I couldn’t resist following him with my hips, silently pleading with him to come back but he easily held me still. I was no match for his strength.

“Answer me, what did you say?” he demanded.

“I- I said thank fuck,” I replied quickly in hopes that he would drop it.

“And why did you say that?”

Thankfully he was merciful enough to sink back into me but it was nowhere near as fast or hard as I wanted.

“Because… Because I’ve been thinking about this since you took me back home,” I admitted weakly, nails digging into my palms in restraint.

One hand left my hips to trail up my spine, winding into my curls and yanking back before I could brace for the impact and an embarrassing yelp resounded in the air.

“Tell me more,” he ordered.

I was pinned in the most awkward position possible but it was more than perfect when he finally started up a slow pace. Brows furrowing in concentration, I tried to find the words to answer him but all I could bring forth were senseless pleas.

“Come on, little one,” he taunted, “I know it’s hard to think, but you can do it. Use that pretty mouth to tell me exactly what you thought about.”

My lips parted in an almost silent moan before I gathered my wits enough about me to reply.

“Thi-This. I spent every night wishing you were there in bed with me,” I whined, pushing back into his thrusts.

He let out a low groan and asked, “Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Was my princess that desperate for me?”

The way my muscles clenched at those words had us both moaning. Memories of my frantic attempts at masturbating flowed through my mind with frustration.

A little hum was all I could manage before I bit out, “It wasn’t enough.”

“Of course it wasn’t,” he laughed huskily, “And to think you were going to let that pathetic waste of a meat sack touch you. Don’t you get it, Emery? You belong to me now. Nobody will ever be able to make you feel like I can.”

As if to prove his point, he suddenly slammed in as far as possible, pain blossoming deliciously around the edges of pleasure. He released my hair finally to catch his balance as he fell over me, forehead resting against my shoulder as his other hand resurfaced between my thighs.

I had to relish in the intimacy as much as the bliss curling in my belly. Feeling his body against mine, how big he was in comparison, his sweat, his breath, the coolness of his skin, it was all so much. A soft keening noise rumbled from low in my throat as I shifted my hips wider, lowering my upper body as far as possible to the mattress and handing him control of the entirety of my body.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Shit! I can’t- Father help me. Need you to come, Emery. Let me fill you, baby.”

And that was all it took. As the world came crumbling down around me, my lips sang his praises, asininely begging him to make good on his words. I knew he hadn't been literal and yet, at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to come so deep inside me that it never left. And I told him such, filthy pleas of being bred and ruined flying in ways I’d never expressed before.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, little one,” he snarled, low and deadly into my ear.

I quickly shook my head and gasped out, “I do! I do! Lucifer, please, come in me! Please-”

“Shhh, fuck, baby, okay,” he hissed, “Just remember you asked for this.”

“Yes! Please!”

All rhythm was lost, shifting to something more primal and animalistic as he pounded me into the bed. It was almost to the point of being too painful, but the way he was moaning above me, the way he felt inside of me… The sweet lament of my name made it all worth it. I clenched down around him and backed into his hips, praying that I could give him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d blessed me with.

It was dangerous and addicting. Every throb of his cock and stutter of his hips only made me want that much more. It wasn’t until he came to a full stop, sweaty and panting against my back, that some semblance of my brain came back. Before I could even begin to question if I regretted my choices, soft lips trailed fluttering kisses across my shoulders.

“Can an angel- sorry, archangel- even get a human pregnant?” I asked curiously.

Lucifer paused and took a heavy breath before resuming his previous trek across my skin.

“Yeah, we can,” he murmured softly.

"Huh, interesting."

I chewed on my lower lip as I thought everything over. When I realized I wasn't upset by the thought, I pushed back against him, an action that made us both groan, and moved him away just enough to flip onto my back and pull him back down into an easy kiss.

“You don’t plan on disappearing for weeks again, do you?” I asked teasingly.

There was a flash in his eyes before he smirked.

“Be careful with that attitude, princess,” he threatened quietly, “Unless you’re already ready for round two?”

Just the thought of having him again so soon made my body ache in the best and worst ways.

Groaning, I tossed an arm over my eyes and bit out, “Give a girl at least ten minutes, huh?!”

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