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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 1

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide. She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

Written from the perspective of my female OC, Arianthi.

Some suggestive content and a little bit of feel good fluff - things every good sleepover should have.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Lizzo - Boys

Blackpink - Boombayah

The Struts - Primadonna Like Me (Definetly Asmo’s song lol)

Fozy Shazam - Holy Touch

Jonathan Young ft. Travis Carte (cover) - Hello Kitty

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“Come on Luke it’s going to be a lot of fun!” I grab the smaller angel’s hands and swing him around in a wide circle.

“Put me down! I’m not some little kid!” Luke struggles to pull away and I finally release him, a wide smile on my face.

Simeon wraps an arm around Luke’s shoulders and gives him a squeeze. “Come on Luke, it’s Arianthi’s birthday. You can at least pretend to be happy.”

“I am happy.” Luke gives a grumpy glare at the floor. “I just don’t understand why we have to spent the night here. With all these disgusting demons. In this disgusting house.”

“Aww is the chihuahua not having fun?” Mammon elbows Luke and Simeon out of the way to wrap an arm around my waist.

Luke clenches his fists and glares up at Mammon. “I! AM! NOT! A! CHIHUAHUA!”

“He’s just teasing,” Simeon chuckles good naturedly.

I wrap my arms around Mammon’s waist and give him my best puppy dog eyes. “Please Mammon, no teasing tonight. You promised. I want Luke to have fun too.”

Mammon flushes a furious red and clears his throat loudly. “O-o-of course. You MY human after all. You can count on THE great Mammon to make this birthday your best yet.”

He puffs his chest out as I give him on last squeeze. “You really are the best Mammon. Can you go help Satan with the food? I know Beel and Belphie said they would but......”

“You can count on THE great Mammon.” He says, walking towards the kitchen with a slight swagger in his step.

I wish she wouldn’t baby that chihuahua so much, he thinks as he walks to the kitchen. That’s MY human after all, why does he need her to protect him? Why does she care so much if he has a good time? I’m her first man, she should be worrying about me.

I turn excitedly to Simeon and Luke. “Diavolo and Barbatos are already in the living room with Lucifer and Solomon if you guys want to go hang out with them. I have to go drag Levi out of his room and get ready with Asmo real quick and then we’ll all be ready to go.”

“Take your time Arianthi,” Simeon says with a kind smile. “We know the way.” He takes a slightly resistant Luke by the elbow and starts towards the study.

She’s always so kind, to all of us. I appreciate the way she looks out for Luke too, even when she doesn’t have to, Simeon thinks as he lead Luke to the living room, the memory of Arianthi’s bright smile causing something in his chest to tighten and an unfamiliar feeling to flutter in his stomach.

I bound up the stairs. I really do need to get Levi and Asmo but first I need to make a pit stop by one of the brother’s rooms. I gently try his doorknob and give a relieved sigh when the door swings open. I close the door quietly behind me and make my way inside. I ruffle through the clothes on his bed, then quickly scan through his closet.

Aha! This is perfect. I hope he like’s seeing me in this.

It’s my birthday and the present I want most hinges on this plan working later tonight. I hear the growing sound of voices from downstairs.

Time to go.

I stop by my room long enough to throw my prize onto my bed, then make my way to Levi’s room. I step inside and take a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim blue glow that lights up Levi’s room. He’s at his computer, headphones on, completely oblivious to my presence.

Of course.

I roll my eyes, but I’m not annoyed. I smile as I skip towards his desk chair and gently remove his headphones.

“Hey!” He turns to me, furious at first, then flushing as he realizes my hands are gently cupping his cheeks.

“Come on Levi! It’s slumber party time,” I say, releasing his cheeks and gently tugging at his hand.

He slouches further down in his chair, still blushing furiously. “Don’t make me. You know I hate parties.”

“Oh.” I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I plop down on the floor in front of his computer chair. “It’s just us Levi. And Diavolo and Barbatos and the angels and Solomon. No strangers. I really think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

I look up at him pleadingly, but his facial expression says he remains unconvinced. I heave a deep sigh.

He’s my bestie. I really want him there, but I’m not going to force him if he doesn’t want to.

“It’s ok, Levi. I won’t make you come; I don’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable,” I tell him as I stand up. I reach out and squeeze his hand again. “But if my Lord of Shadows does decide to make an appearance later on tonight I’d be super happy.”

I turn to go but Levi doesn’t let go of my hand. His gaze remains firmly on the floor and he’s still tomato red.

“R-really?” He asks quietly.

I nod enthusiastically. “Of course! Henry can’t have a real birthday party without his BFF!”

Levi shuffles to his feet reluctantly. “OK. Anything for my own personal Henry.”

I give him a long hug. “Thank you Levi.”

He nods shyly. “I was even able to track down some of those normie movies you wanted on Akuzon.”

“Oh my god Levi! You’re amazing!” I hug him again. “I have to go get ready with Asmo, but can you go down and get those set up while I do that?”

“Yeah. Which one do you want first?” He asks.

“You pick. You’re the genius who was able to track down my contraband, you should get first dibs!” I grin as him as I hurry out of his room.

She’s such a good BFF, even if she is a normie, Levi thinks, gathering up Arianthi’s movies. I know she’ll never want anything more with a yucky otaku like me but......

He shakes his head firmly, banishing that thought as he makes his way downstairs.. She’s my Henry, and that’s good enough for me.

“Asmo! I’m so sorry I’m late I was trying to get everyone else ready to go!” I call out as I barge into his room.

“No worries gorgeous! I’m just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the night!” He calls out from his bathroom.

“You got me an outfit?” I ask, laying down on his bed and inhaling the scent of his delicious cologne.

“Of course darling. It’s your birthday after all, and you can’t just wear anything to a slumber party full of demons. Especially if I’m by your side.” Asmo winks at me as he sweeps into his bedroom, holding a bundle of lace and silk in his arms.

“Oh Asmo,” I breathe, completely taken in by his appearance. He’s wearing silk pajamas perfectly tailored to his body, in a soft peach that compliments his complexion, curls perfectly mussed.

“You love?” He does a quick twirl for me.

I quickly snatch a soft pink rose from a bouquet by his bed. I walk over and gently tuck it behind one of his ears, smoothing back his curls a little.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say softly.

He gives me a coy wink even though a light blush dusts his cheeks. “You think tonight’s the night I’ll be able to cuddle a little closer to Diavolo? Or maybe even you, my darling?”

I give him a gentle shove and laugh. “We’ll never find out if we don’t get downstairs, so show me this outfit you came up with.”

He holds it up proudly. “It’s going to be perfect with your hair and that gorgeous complexion of yours. And your eyes will absolutely pop. Not to mention these curves.” He runs a hand suggestively down my side, slipping smooth fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.

I quickly step out of my clothes and allow Asmo to help me with the various lace details and straps, before finally slipping into a short black silk robe.

“Damn Asmo.” I whisper as I look at my reflection in his mirror.

“Right?!” He squeals as he comes to stand behind me, smoothing my long black curls before adjusting a headband to keep my hair away from my face.

The headband has adorable furry cat ears in the same shade of emerald green as the barely there lace lingerie I’m wearing. The green highlights my eyes and seems to make skin glow. The lace bra and panties hug my curves just right, while detracting from the things Asmo knows I’m self conscious about. The silk of the robe whispers along my skin, and a pleasant shiver crawls up my spine.

“Satan is going to go absolutely crazy for you in these ears Arianthi,” Asmo whispers against my neck. “And Mammon will lose his mind with jealousy at everyone seeing his human in this state. Gorgeous and vulnerable.”

His hands ghost along my hips, barely touching me. “You will absolutely have all of us at your mercy tonight my dear. You're enough to even tempt Simeon to sin.” Asmo trails a finger along the curve of one of my breasts.

I step away and give him a cheeky grin. “It’s not fair for you to be the only temptation at this sleepover. It’s my party after all.”

Asmo giggles and holds out his hand. “Ready to go sin a little my dove?”

I bite my lower lip and take his hand, “Absolutely.”

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dallonm-archive · 3 years

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Hi! I love ur WIP oh revelations revelations, and I was wondering if you could give ur characters physical descriptions?

hi thank you so much!!! not gonna lie i ~suck~ at character descriptions (really I’m just not confident in them) and the ones I do aren’t overtly detailed and feed a lot more into showing their personality combines with appearance. Plus as a reader I will create my own image in my head if I don’t get something from the author lmao. So this will just be some rambles with some picrews and IRL photos (I don’t do official faceclaims and will get into that, but I do use some to help visualise what’s in my head), and also fashion because I love fashion and I love 80s fashion and I have to stop myself from writing 389424 outfit descriptions <3 feat. some barely edited prose!!

only doing the “main five” (are they truly the only main characters? I have no self control <3) because I lose track of which characters I’ve talked about so this is far from all the cast! And picrew/photo limitations mean these aren’t how exactly they look but it gives you an idea! Also I wrote this out and then lost it t w i c e :) Here are the two picrews I used: x x

Beau

My KING. It’s kinda funny to me because his description comes from the POV of a man who’s going to fall in love with him so whilst it’s not like “oh my god he’s so hot” I feel like you can DEFINITELY tell there’s something there. Beau and Felix aren’t exactly a slow burn couple lmao

Beau mirrors his mother. Same complexion, same smile, the only difference is his eyes are lighter and his curls are wilder, one absentmindedly coiled around his index. He wears a pistachio coloured button up with palm tree prints, oversized. A necklace with a shell charm, a brown beaded bracelet. He still grins at Felix, charmingly, as he continues to ramble about the music. Beau is effortless. He swims in the San Francisco colours.

This picrew captures him pretty well although I wish they had a facial hair option as he does have a bit of stubble

It’s all about the curls! He has a head full of them and they’re my favourite thing about him. This is a good example of where I don’t have a faceclaim but I do have pictures of a model that help visualise what I see: these pictures of Miles Frank were the first that resembled what I saw in my head, but only these two resemble him lmao. He’s not his faceclaim. Again, it’s all about the curls! (and the leather jacket)

He kinda has an athletic build not not overtly? Like he’s not muscular but he used to do a lot of sport as a teenager and he’s 100% the type of person who wakes with the sunrise to go on runs. Cannot relate but good for him! He’s around 5′10/5′11

Style is definitely important for his self expression but he also values comfort over fashion. It’s all about the oversized printed button ups (I found one in a thrift store that looks EXACTLY like the one in the description and I didn’t buy it I’m so mad!!! I failed both Beau and the queer community in that moment). He will wear All The Colours but he especially likes greens and pinks/reds. Leather jacket is a staple when the weather allows it.

He also loves jewellery, especially bracelets, especially homemade bracelets. 100% makes friendship bracelets.

Dorothy and Felix

I’ll put these two together because they’re not identical but like, they are twins lmao. Life hack: if you hate description for the POV character give them a twin and make them lowkey hate each other so you can ~compare~

Brother and sister. Born minutes apart on a dreary January night that wheezed rain. Bundled in identical bloodstained blankets, porcelain limbs and faces indistinguishable - but as they grow, the mirror their reflections share starts to crack. Dorothy grows taller, then Felix overtakes at 16. Dorothy’s features soften, but she grows a glare that digs deeper than Felix’s ever could. Dorothy aims for the moon; Felix accepts that he’ll never leave. Dorothy maps out a survival plan for the outside world; Felix maps out how he’ll work for the Church. But they still share the cinnamon hair, the freckles peppering their nose and cheeks, the grey-blue irises and heavy eyelids. They grew into different people with the same face made of different stitching, the same blood infected with different sin.

Dorothy is the only one who kinda has a faceclaim but not really? I struggle with faceclaims beyond inspo/resemblance because like I said, I don’t have the most exact image in my head but I am still very picky so I can look at a pic and immediately be like YES or NO lmao. But also, an issue I have is that a lot of faceclaims come from models/actors; I have no issue with pretty characters (I would call mine pretty lmao but it’s never like. a character trait), but there is that element of conventional attractiveness as well as editing/posing/lighting for professionally shot photos. That’s just me personally though, love them for helping visualise ideas! Since Dorothy was really difficult to get an image of, a “faceclaim” really helped. I made her after Felix so her only descriptor was “brown hair like her brother, similar facial features”, until I saw these pictures of Jane Birkin from the 60s. Again, not an official faceclaim (Dorothy isn’t as skinny as her), but that was where I first got an image of her as an individual character and was definitely the foundation. Her hair looks exactly like that!

She doesn’t really wear makeup, it’s not a statement or anything I just don’t think it suits her haha. 100% wears astronomy themed jewellery though

Her favourite colours to wear are red and violet. I’d describe her fashion as quite casual and flowy? She loves blouses, especially ones with floral prints. 100% rocks double denim (we are pro double denim here). I’d say her style is also more 70s inspired than 80s

She’s 5′9 which makes me 😳

I first made Felix because of a picture of Luke Powell, and I have to laugh because he is SUCH a common faceclaim on Pinterest but also suddenly I was just like ??? NO???? I held onto him as a FC for way too long when they don’t really look alike

Fluffy hair! Floppy hair! This isn’t canon in the book yet because I’m not sure how to present it beyond a bunch of hair descriptions, but I can see his hair being much shorter whilst he’s still in the cult and then he slowly grows its out (not much longer, just messier and unkept until its like the picrew) - again I have no idea how to show it in prose but I think in a movie/TV Series that’d be a cool way to show passing of time but also him settling into his identity. If he wasn’t a coward he’d grow it to mullet length

He and Beau are similar heights - 5′10/5′11. I love height differences in couples but I don’t think that suits them? They’re more likely to argue over who’s the taller one because the inch or so difference is so subtle they can’t even tell LMAO

I know this man just has the ugliest fashion taste but like in good way? Like you know when you see a sweater in the store and you’re like that’s so UGLY I need it? 100% owns both of these:

I think he’d wear a lot of yellows/oranges/browns but also blues. Would love a brown corduroy or bomber jacket, or dark/moss green??

Jolie

The way she was LITERALLY meant to be the main antagonist and then I was like wait but she’s hot lol. Jolie is a very interesting character to me - she won’t be in the next update but she’ll be talked about a lot in the one after 👁️ (Not obvious in the excerpt but the idea is Dorothy’s listing the “colours” of Jolie)

High waisted, baggy jeans distressed at the knee; matching denim jacket rolled up to the elbow. Faded blue. Cheap band print shirt. Blondie. Kitchen scissor-cut fringe. Bleached – originally chestnut. Chipped nails. Cherry lacquer. Round glasses with scotch tape around the bridge. Silver. Triangular face, straight nose. Pale. No makeup besides red lips. Whatever the cheapest red shade at the drugstore was in 1984. Combat boots with heels nobody else would travel in, but Jolie would. Leather black. 5’2. She smiles at Dorothy with her teeth. Lipstick stains her incisors.

Jolie’s been the hardest to nail appearance wise and it honestly this picrew is the only thing that visualises what’s in my head.

At 5′3 she’s the shortest out of these five. She’s plus sized, which is another thing I find a lot of picrews don’t show very well unfortunately

She bleaches her hair just before we meet her in the book, and later on we see her cut her hair into a messy mullet style, before that it was shoulder-length. Would never pay for a haircut because hairdressers cannot give her what she wants

A lot of her style is a blend between masculine and feminine. She has a very complicated relationship with her gender identity which she navigates through her expression but she does embrace some elements of femininity, although to her it’s redefined to suit her perception of it. Her style is very similar to Jamie’s from Bly Manor. I think she’d also be influenced by punk and rock fashion.

She’s a gardener and it shows, definitely the type to tuck a little flower behind her ear.

Isaias

No character description for him because I scrapped and am currently rewriting the whole chapter where he’s introduced so :( but I will make sure to include it in the next writing update! I love him, he has such pleasant vibes

There is one picture that is very similar to how I see him, especially because the person in it is wearing a denim jacket and an oversized denim jacket is an Isaias STAPLE. The only problem is the photo is in black and white, also I’d like to see him smile.

I’ve been struggling to nail his hair but the picrew shows it quite well, albeit in a cartoon style. It’s all about the long side part

Besides the denim jacket he wears a lot of turtlenecks when the weather allows it, otherwise he’s a big fan of dress shirts. Loves to wear deep blues and purples. Depending on the weather, he’d also layer up with two jackets over a dress shirt. On the flip side I can see him wearing a pastel coloured blazer as well, like lavender? LOVE that.

He’s a pretty average height, not short and not very tall. Around 5′8?

Pretty much always has some kind of bag/backpack with him because he likes to have his notebook on him at All Times.

I’ll stop myself there because this is getting long! Like I said, I don’t have exact images in my head but I do have well, an image lmao. I do like the idea that people can develop their own image in their head too based on what I’ve described so I hope that was interesting! I’d also love to do some art of these guys so I can show better what I see, but unfortunately my tablet is at my dorm and I’m at home and we are on strict lockdown for the foreseeable future :( someday!

#Anonymous #revelations revelations #omg i have to change the tag on all the posts ive made #thank god for xkit

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 5 years

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COFFEE AU PT2

COFFEE DRABBLE 2 PART TWO

CONTINUED FROM PART ONE OF PART TWO

Of course it would be no challenge to stand over Flug though with a little shape shifting, to make him fragile under his hand and yet…the man whose face he wore, the one who’d died…just looking at him made Black Hat feel as he was the one who could be broken and he once had been as his past lover died in his arms.

He could not truly seek out this man until he knew if this was him reborn…but until then a little kiss, even harmless flirting could do no harm if only to pretend a moment.

“What no I did not-“

Acylius tried to deny of course failing miserably

“Is that so…Doctorrr? Your little friend told me if I offered a helping hand I would be rewarded with a kiss.”

Thank the circles of darkness that Black Hat had pulled him out of sight; he was now pressed against a fridge, looking down as his eyes started glowing a brighter blue, cheeks now almost red in his flustered state.

How dare he make his voice sound like that…oh he was doing this because of Demencia?

The demons long claw hooked over the edge of his mask, gently trailing down over the tip of his nose and the curve of his lips, if you walked in you could honestly cut the tension with a knife.

Acylius out of no where grabbed Black Hat by his lapels (because of course Hat would wear the apron over his coat) and pushed *coughs* I mean slammed him against the fridge, the sound from Black Hat was amusing to say the least.

“So…a lady tells you to kiss me and only then you will take the initiative?”

Acylius teased, breath ghosting against the demons lips, barely touching and it was clear Hat wanted it as a small whine left him, leaning forward to try and close the gap, growling in disappointment as it seemed Flug was aware of this and moved back a little

“No , I chose-“

And then oohh and then Acylius kissed him, confused for only a moment , his wide eyed expression fading as he lost himself to sensation, senses laid claim to , forgetting sense all that made time work no longer existed, claws entwining with thick ebony hair, legs finding their way around his hips.

Without shame he would have let the Barista have him right here and now and let the universe hear what pleasured screams he might sing out as a chorus of fireworks swelled within his world they were all too soon brought to an end.

Even for Flug , parting from those perfect lips , where he could taste the blood of his own tongue had been painful, he wanted to take the breath from him again but this was Black Hat, what did he truly want out of all of this?

Could he be trusted, probably not…did he care?

Not entirely.

But he had a coffee shop to run and this was not the time, nor the place.

“Sit back down Jefecito, just for you that little treat was on the house.”

Acylius winked mischievously

“I would personally like to get on the house.”

Hat returned trying to lazily pull him back in, still half dazed and somewhat miffed that he wasn’t complying, it did not help that beneath all this he could see that dark streak within this being peering out to coat this moment, it was absolutely delightful to behold, head resting back on cold steel he smirked

“First you will have to put me down…Doctorrr.”

Heh there it was again that small huff as he became half shy and aroused all at once, precious.

Black Hat had to know about the man in the basement why else would he keep calling him that…and yet…it touched something within him, a distant memory he couldn’t quiet remember and just barely there.

“Please stop calling me that, let me try to at least keep some of my dignity, kissing people out of the blue is not something I am usually known for.”

“You Acylius are not the only one…also I do intend to help and-“

“No, your ass will only be a distraction.”

The Barista interrupted quickly, words would be had with Demencia later.

“Ohhh my ass, you like what you see then?”

Hat leered still quite happy to still have his legs around him; he even rolled his hips a little as he was flush against his waist, heh.

“That is not what I …I meant stop that…but I suppose…so argh, park it back in your chair god damn it!”

Acylius’s ears formed into their almost Sphynx like appearance as they blushed, he then dropped him, of course Black Hat landed gracefully.

“Mean.”

“Ha coming from the master of all villainy I should take that as a compliment.”

Black Hat looked him up and down as if he’d just like to do every sinful thing under the sun and well Flug wasn’t exactly stopping this, he was only quiet and pink, lingering there, it was bloody obvious he wanted to do more, why wasn’t he…well he wasn’t going to force this.

“So I should sit hmm?”

“Yes, do what you need to when you bring me back out though.”

Acylius replied, now fidgeting with his hands, ears returning to a more human shape.

Running a claw tip slowly along his jaw line before he started on out of the kitchen eye going completely white as his smile stretched into a wicked grin

“Come Barista.”

Flug realized it was as if his feet had been magnetized to the black and white tiled floor and was being pulled along, trying to move by himself and finding he couldn’t Acylius could feel the heat pooling downwards, crap on a cracker this was no time to find he had a new kink and just barely managed to grab a tray on the way out.

As Black Hat exited the kitchen he called out smugly

“That was excellent service, now bring me my next order or…”

Sniffing the air his pupil grew even thinner, tongue flicking out, head turning one eighty as his voice had a touch of inhumanity that please come on brings out the Demencia in all of us Lol.

Glancing down and moving so fluidly back to him one could mistake the demon for a serpent he beckoned him down without so much as having to touch him

“Do you have a problem?”

“None at all, Jefecito.”

Acylius ground out and would have absolutely hit him over the head with said tray if not for the fact it was covering his obvious arousal.

For a moment he was thankful for the age of mobile phones where no one particularly cared about anyone else’s business unless it was online or about themselves so most were distracted at least they would have been had this not been about Black Hat and the person who was supposed to be helping Demencia serve coffee, he was going to be paying her double time as a thank you for literally putting up with this day with him.

Wait…one hand left the tray covering up the inconvenient tenting in his trousers and touched his face, his mask…was down and one or two people did walk out clearly uncomfortable with his facial scars there was soon after a sound of a screeching van and something most likely the two who’d left smearing across the salted roads…oh my ¬w¬ how awful.

The smile on Black Hat’s face made it all the more evident he’d had something to do with that and it did not help the strain.

Black Hat wondered…if there was a chance this was that idiot demon he’d loved so dearly, would he still react to the mention of his sibling that made his entire body wilt, squinting he spoke softly

“I should really hold a private party and allow you to meet my brother.”

Flug’s top lip curled in disgust

“I would sooner down poison.”

“Yes I am sure you would and also you are welcome.”

Sadly it had worked all that lovely blood that had flooded Flugs South Pole had sadly melted making him flaccid once more, Hat chuckled, gliding back to his chair which someone had been about to take before he’d hissed at them and they went scurrying off.

Watching his peculiar customer in disbelief, Acylius shook his head, what was this day even, looking over the line and smiling awkwardly he took his place beside Demencia who was staring with a shit eating grin and leaned in with a whisper

“Sooo , have fun?”

This wasn’t a family establishment so no one dared to pull the ‘Think of the children’ card, if anything the customers seemed curious, one person even calling out

“Keep the mask off you’re cute!”

Another piping up

“Hey, you single, my brother would totally be into you!”

Black Hat thought to himself ‘You won’t have a brother if he comes anywhere near Flug.’

“Please calm down, I will keep the mask off but we still need to serve your drinks!”

There was another dark cloud over our demon, but this was one of jealously, even if it wasn’t his Acylius because of the uncanny resemblance he could not help but feel possessive.

Pt2 of drabble 2....

yes there’s still a part three of drabble 2 that I still have yet to type up

#Coffee au #paperhat #villainous au

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theolddarkmachine · 6 years

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12 Days of ODM: Day 11

Dedicated to: @the-laurel-tree

Prompt: Gajevy Secret Santa

AO3

Of course, the members added their own unwritten rule to the event, turning it into a competition as most things at Fairy Tail often became. Based on the gifts, the recipients would guess their Santa and should they guess correctly, they could ask for one final thing.

If they guessed incorrectly, the Secret Santa and the person that had been chosen won the prize.

Most of the time, Levy kept out of the competitive side of things, opting instead to focus solely on giving great gifts. This year, however, was different.

Because this year, she was certain she knew exactly who was her Secret Santa.

This one was another exercise in how to write a festive fluffy piece. Which, apparently I need to work on because it took me a real long time to lock down this one. Once I really got going, it was no big deal, but dang did I have to drag this one into life kicking and screaming lol I hope that you like it! Because I definitely ended up getting a bit of a laugh from it and going a bit different than originally planned. Merry Christmas!

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Fairy Tail’s Secret Santa Extravaganza was one of Levy’s favorite Christmas traditions. At the end of each November, every member of the guild would receive a name to buy one gift for each week of December leading up to Christmas. Each member would take their gifts to Makarov and Mira, who would then ensure they got delivered to their respective recipients up until the final gift on Christmas Eve, which was delivered by the Secret Santa themselves.

If they guessed incorrectly, the Secret Santa and the person that had been chosen won the prize.

Most of the time, Levy kept out of the competitive side of things, opting instead to focus solely on giving great gifts. This year, however, was different.

Because this year, she was certain she knew exactly who was her Secret Santa.

Sitting on her bed, with the three gifts she had received in front of her, she pinched her chin between her thumb and forefinger, stroking it absentmindedly as she stared down at them. An iron daffodil, a first edition of the dragon lore book she’d been searching for, and an oxblood satin headband. While most people would have made it a point to keep their identities hidden, there was no doubt who had gotten the gifts.

Even if the metal flower hadn’t been enough of a giveaway, only one person knew that her favorite flowers were daffodils. Only one person knew that she’d been searching for that book for months on end. And only one other person had a twin headband to that that lay before her. A small smile curved her mouth upwards as she looked over each gift.

Gajeel.

It was almost too easy, she thought as she reached for the silk band and carefully pulled it over her head to put it in her hair. Why would he make it such an easy victory for her knowing that she would be able to have whatever she wanted if she guessed correctly?

Of course, any final gift I ask for would benefit us both.

The thought only served to further deepen her smile as she pushed herself off her bed and gave herself one final look over in the mirror. Whatever his reasoning was, she was about to come and collect.

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The guild was its usual bustle of life and excitement, voices filling the festively decorated hall as its occupants busied themselves with exchanging their final gifts. Levy bit back a laugh as she watched Natsu confronting Gray about being his Secret Santa, flames beginning to lick their way up his arms as he listed all the reasons Gray had to be his gift giver.

“Looks like you owe me something, Fire Breath,” she heard the ice make mage yell as she made her way towards the only person sitting alone. Gajeel’s unruly onyx locks created a dark halo around him where he sat, back towards her as she picked her way around their friends and adopted family. Beside him sat a small box wrapped in golden paper with a small green ribbon on top. Levy couldn’t help but let herself wonder what was nestled inside such a small box, her heart fluttering at the possibilities as her imagination ran away from her.

Without any introduction, the bluenette dropped herself onto the bench beside him with a soft huff, placing her elbow on the table and pressing her cheek into her hand as she looked up with her molten honey eyes. She didn’t miss the way the corner of his mouth twitched upwards betraying the otherwise casual indifference he exuded as he kept his eyes on the job poster clutched between his hands. Taking the moment to let her gaze trace the sharp point of his nose and the strong line of his jaw, Levy allowed herself the opportunity to appreciate him. They’d been dating for just about three years, and she still couldn’t quite get over the fact he looked more like a sculpted vision than a mere man. He was always going on about how lucky he was to have her, but Levy knew the truth.

She was the lucky one.

“You would think I hadn’t seen ya for months with the way you’re staring,” his voice cut through her thoughts as he spoke, finally turning his ruby eyes on her. “What’s on your mind, Shrimp?”

Where did she even begin? Her mind was a swirling pool of thoughts. Gajeel’s eyes, his mouth, her love, his present. There was, admittedly, a lot on her mind. Letting out a breathy laugh, Levy shook her head in way of an answer and leant in to press a chaste kiss to his mouth. A small, contented sound rumbled low in his throat as he pushed forward to deepen the kiss just as she pulled away. Her smile brushed a soft tickle over his lips in the barely there space between them.

“So what’s my last gift?” She asked, her voice giving each word a light bounce as she tried to keep her excitement contained. There was a pause before Gajeel pulled back himself, a studded brow shooting up towards his hairline as his mouth turned downward. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was confused.

“Your last gift?”

Actually, she did know better, but she still thought he was confused. Levy nodded toward the small wrapped box.

“My last gift?” Another pause as Gajeel’s eyes remained blank of any understanding. Deep within her chest, she felt the bubble of excitement that had carried her from her room at Fairy Hills to the guild deflate.

“For Secret Santa?”

The shift that took over Gajeel’s expression happened before Levy’s eyes in a slow cascading motion of facial ticks. First, his eyebrow lowered, instead pulling together as his eyes softened with what could only be humor. Second, his devil’s mouth curved upward into a sinful smile, pointed fangs shining in the light. Third, his laugh erupted from him in a blast of mirth that shook his entire frame. It was a boisterous thing that moved the entire bench, and in turn, Levy. Turning fully so that his body faced her as he threw one leg over the wood so he straddled it, Gajeel pushed his next words through his laughter.

“Lev, I’m not your Secret Santa.”

She couldn’t have heard him correctly. Because she was certain he had to be it. The gifts were too perfect. They were exactly what he would get her.

“Don’t joke, Gajeel, you had to be,” Levy said, mimicking his movement so that she also straddled the bench as she face him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fixed him with her most stern look. As his laughter died away, his eyes sparkling with it, he shook his head.

“No, Shrimp, I’m not, I swear,” he said, voice straining as he tried to contain himself. Lifting his chin in a curt gesture, Gajeel motioned towards a table just to the right of them. Slowly, Levy followed the motion, a moan lodging itself in her throat as her gaze landed on bright orange hair.

“Reedus didn’t know what to get ya, so he asked me to give him a list of things you might like.”

Reedus. Suddenly, the painted paper that had covered each gift and the swirling script on the tags made all the world of sense. Where she had thought Gajeel had just put in effort to disguise his identity, was really the artist adding his own personal flair. Almost as if he could feel her gaze, Reedus looked up, meeting her look before smiling and waving.

“Oh my god,” she said lowly, tearing her eyes away as she dropped her head into her hands. It earned her another round of obnoxious laughter from her boyfriend.

“Stupid Gajeel, it isn’t funny!” Levy’s words were muffled by her palms as she spoke directly into them, not bothering to look up as she knew he could hear her.

“It is a bit,” she heard him say, his breath tickling the backs of her hands before his fingers wrapped gently around her wrists. With a soft tug, he pulled them away from her face so that she could see the smile he was fixing her with. Warmth spread across her cheeks as she held his tender look, mouth fighting against the urge to turn upwards from the softness of it. The only consolation to the mortified feeling that had turned her stomach inside out was that very look.

“This means I get something from you, right?” He asked, giving her wrists another tug so that her body pulled forward on the bench and causing their knees to knock together. Teasing had turned his tone light as he leant back into her space.

“Yes,” she said, doing her best to fill her words with a begrudging tone, and failing miserably as a small laugh bubbled its way up through her throat. It was just so damn hard to sound defeated when Gajeel was looking at her that way.

“So what do you want, Redfox?”

Gajeel’s lips were crashing against hers almost before she could finish the hard sound of his last name, catching it with his teeth as he nipped at her bottom lip. Eliciting a small gasp from her, he pushed forward, taking the opportunity to swipe the back of her teeth with his tongue and steal her breath before pulling back. The suddenness of his absence made her groan.

“I think that’s a pretty good gift,” he said, voice rough and pupils wide as he smiled at her.

“But you could have that anytime,” she shot back, ignoring how breathy she sounded. “And now I’ll have to tell Reedus too.”

Her boyfriend’s response came in a low rumble deep in his chest as his hands ghosted up over her arms, to her shoulders and stopping only once they cradled either side of her face. Thumbs brushed over the apples of her cheeks as he spoke again.

“Well, technically, since I helped him with all the gifts, I think I’ll just claim both prizes.”

The statement was enough to fill her blood with fire as she hit him with the full force of her smile.

“And what is it you want as your second gift, then?” Their noses brushed as he closed the distance between them once more, slowly this time as he teased her. She felt his breath dance over the bow of her lips as he paused, lingering just above her mouth for an excruciating second before he answered.

“You.”

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#gajevy #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #12 days of odm #JUST FLUFF IS SO HARD TO WRITE #WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEOPLE CAN WRITE FLUFF WITHOUT THERE BEING SADNESS OR ANYTHING?!#IM SO OUT OF MY ELEMENT WITH FLUFF AND FESTIVENESS

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Taeyang (bigbang) scenario when his little sister have a car accident really serious but he can't see her 'cause he is on Tour? My english is a Sh*t sorry, my first language is spanish lol

pairing(?): taeyang x little!sister!reader

warning(s): mentions of blood && injuries, contains angst

words: 1300+

a/n; don’t worry about your english, hun !! It’s fine ~ mine is not the best since i am not a native speaker, either ! anyways, i tweaked the request a little bit to make the scenario longer, hope you enjoy the angst !! ♥

The street was blurry, your eyes distorting the image of the beautiful scenery that was Seoul’s street by night. It wasn’t your intention, no, you were trying your hardest to keep the tears from spilling like cascades running down your reddened cheeks. But no avail, they kept coming. Your whole body shook from the sobs that were flowing through you like electricity, every breath hurting as your throat has become quite sore.

You didn’t know how to handle such a situation, at least, you were never really alone while something like that happened. Being fired…It was simply not fair! How should you pay the rent? It was impossible. Your parents always told you to be serious about your income and accountings and you followed their advice. Nonetheless, neither you nor your parents would have expected that the company you worked for, would suddenly go bankrupt and additional to that, in such a short amount of time.

Lending money? It was not even an option for you to consider. You held to much pride for that. It was more favourable to sleep in your car than to ask your parents or brother for any kind of financial support. Thinking of your brother, you glanced back at the phone which was tightly grasped in your left hand, it still being on the steering wheel while you did so. Even though you knew that he was on tour, you still had a little bit of hope left that there was a second of his time that he could spare for you.

You wouldn’t hold a grudge against him, knowing how intoxicated he could get when only the tune of a song started playing. Further to that, Taeyang loved his job and the fans he could make happy by simply doing what he loved. However, that didn’t mean that he ignored you because of that. The both of you were always fond of each other; Being the little sister, he would always protect you from any kind of threat. Nonetheless, you had much more confidence than he had, at least when it came to dating. So, once or twice, you would push him to ask the girl out he so deeply desired.

With nostalgia in your eyes, you would avert your gaze from the street, glancing at the phone while it still rang, waiting for your brother to pick his up. Tears were still brimming your eyes, though, your lips were curved up to form a small but warm smile. It wouldn’t be this hard while he was still around. You both would overcome every obstacle together; you always did.

Suddenly, the loud honking of a car, making you shot up, eyes wide with panic as you stared into the bright headlights which were blinding you. The muscles in your arms tightened as you quickly pulled the steering wheel to the side, wanting to avoid the crash that had awaited you if you weren’t to change directions. However, you hadn’t paid attention to your surroundings, making a tree the next hurdle that blocked your path.

With the screeching of your car’s brakes and your voice combined, the night was awakened by the symphony of a girl hurting. Shielding you from the incoming impact, you had your arms crossed in front of your face while your eyes squeezed shut. In your mind, you pleaded for forgiveness, not knowing which sins you had to commit to follow such a dreadful fate.

Sweat ran down his glistening visage as a small towel was handed to him, wiping the salty liquid off of his face. He quickly bowed towards the female whom he handed the fabric back, still walking towards the rooms which were located in the backstage area. He could still hear the intoxicating chants that were a mixture of shouting and crying, all coming from his fans. A smile would play along with his lips, feeling a hand creep up his shoulder before it rested there for a good second.

“You did well today.” “You,too, Jiyong.” The other shot him the same warm smile, his breath still heavy and resounding within the small space. The yellow haired male would then retreat from his position, quietly laying down where the couch was. As soon as he reached his own spot, he rested on the comfortable chair while his feet were on the small table before him.

Dark eyes would quickly get hold of the notifications that were indicating that you tried to reach him almost a dozen times. Youngbae would raise an eyebrow at that realisation; You knew that BigBang was on tour. Hell, back when he was still in Seoul, you begged him to let you come with him, though, your work hours didn’t allow it. Immediately, the smile was washed away from his countenance, leaving only a concerned frown behind.

While pressing the device to his ear, his brows were knitted in frustration as he couldn’t fathom what had brought you to phone him so many times. Though, there was something he already could imagine: It was bad news. The ringing stopped and was replaced by a familiar voice;

“Hello, this is Dong (Y/N). Sorry that I couldn’t come to the phone, I either did not want to talk, or I’m just pre occupied. I will return your call when it is convenient for me. BEEEP~”

Your little antics would bring a small smile to his face,even so, it was only of short duration before the same frown could manifest upon his features again. The male which was was prone to dozing off, raised his head as he heard a curse coming from his friend’s directions. “What’s the matter, Youngbae?”

“It’s (Y/N).” He would let out a sigh while leaning back in his chair. “Something’s up.” Jiyong could sense the concern in the other’s face, making him scowl. “Did you try calling your parents ? If something’s up then they would definitely know about it.” He said while trying to sound as convincing and calming towards his friends, wanting to put him at ease with that. A smile crept up Youngbae’s lips as he found new hope in the words that his friend had just uttered.

With a nod, he resumed to his phone, scrolling through his contacts. However, before he had the chance to call them, the notification of his mom already phoning him popped up. Discomfort spread through his body as he picked the call up, raising the device to his ear. With a timid voice, that also surprised him, he would speak up;

“H-Hey, what’s wrong ?”

Sniffles and crying could be heard from the other side of the phone, making the grasp, that he had on his phone, tighter. His mom was upset and he had a bad feeling upon the follow of events.

“I-It’s….(Y/N)”

He gulped the saliva down that was trapped within his mouth, the sensation somewhat hurting his dried out throat. “What happened, mom ? Is she okay?” The singer’s voice now sounded hoarse and full of panic, making his friend, which conviently stayed beside him, only more worried.

“N-No…She got into a car crash. I-It’s bad! My little girl…Th-The doctors said that she might not make it, Youngbae. I-I don’t kno-”

Her words fell on deaf ears as the male’s eyes got blurry, feeling the hot liquid pour down his visage in small amounts, mixing with the sweat which had already cooled off. Youngbae’s arms would fall to his side, the strength he once had in his muscles, gone. Jiyong would only look at him, having heard the conversation, his facial features were also imprinted with worry.

“I’m so sorry, Young-”

The addressed would only let out a scream of frustration, standing up in the process while his face was turned upwards. It was his fault. Yes, he blamed himself. Maybe if he picked up your calls, you wouldn’t have ended up getting hurt ? Maybe if he took you with him when you asked, you would be still safe and sound ? But no, he was on tour while his little sister was in the hospital, not even near him. He couldn’t even visit you.

Now, everything was lain into fate’s hands but would the odds be in your favor this time ? Nobody knew. Not you. Not your parents. Not your brother.

#bigbang scenarios #bigbang scenario #bigbang imagine #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #youngbae scenario #youngbae imagine #taeyang scenario #taeyang imagine #request #thank you for requesting something !!#i hope you like it ^^#mr-robot-x

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