#lorkai imagine

[yan-lorkai]

Cain I request a yandere!king malleus with a darling that hates him since he kidnapped them?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, kidnapping, reader jokes about commiting suicide.

From the moment Malleus laid eyes on you, his darling, he knew that you two were meant to be together foverer and ever. It was love at first sight as Lilia once read to him.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor, for you, the object of his affection harbored nothing but hatred for him since the day he had very gently and carefully taken you home. He remembered how easy it was to break into your room and to cradle you in his arms, you seemed to weight almost nothing to him and your peaceful expression was so breath taking that he almost believed he died.

He remembered how joyful he was when he brought you back to Diasomnia. And many years later, to Briar's Valley, through this time as his consort and lover. As the years passed, however, your hatred seemed to persist as stronger as fire, you still fight him, mock him and insult him, it's almost like dealing with a feral kitten and Malleus finds it more funny than bothersome.

Two to three years it's still too little time for someone like him who has a very long lifespan. For you, things are different though. So would just be better to surrender yourself to his love and care? You don't get frustrated at every failed escape attempting? At every punishment? He thinks but never comes to a conclusion.

Malleus watchs you from afar, his eyes asking for your love, his ears waiting for the day you would proclaim your affection to him. For someone so old, he is quite dreamy and full with innocent wishes, he get giddy just by been able to hold you, even if it's unwilling on your part. Even if you frown in disdain at his declarations of love and try to put some distance between you two when he try to kiss you or when you ignore him when he talks oh so sofly with you.

Despite your relutance, Malleus couldn't bear to be apart from you. He kept you close, a prisoner in the gilded cage of his castle, hoping that time would soften your heart towards him. But each passing day only seemed to fuel your hatred, as you plotted your escape with a determination that matched his own obsession.

Or rather, another failed escape attempt. And you sit at his feets and looks into his eyes. Even in your hatred, your unwavering defiance ignited a spark within him that still drew Malleus to you, almost as if he was a child discovering a new fuction on his toys.

"What I'm going to do with you, love?" Nickname rolling from his lips without him thinking twice. Because for him, you are his love, his entire existence, his universe and stars. It pains to know that he isn't your love yet, but he's going to be soon.

You remain stubbornly quiet, only looking into his eyes because his hands hold onto your face so tightly, almost bruising skin. But you don't give even the satisfaction of knowing this. You give him nothing.

"So fierce and fearless," Malleus ponders with a smile. "yet so tired and in so much pain. I can see all you think you can hide, can see how much you struggle against you and the feelings you harbor. But you don't have to!"

Malleus's smile widens as he pulls you closer, forcing you to stand up, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His words carry a strange mixture of concern and possessiveness, like a predator eyeing its prey with both hunger and affection.

"You don't have to keep struggling," He repeats softly, his voice almost a whisper against the backdrop of your racing heart. "I can take care of you, my dear. I can ease your pain, soothe your worries, and protect you from everything that troubles you."

You feel a knot tightening in your stomach, a mixture of fear and apprehension coursing through your veins. There's nothing alluring about Malleus's offer, there was no way you could let him even closer than he already was. For loving him would mean admitting that everything he did and take at this point meant nothing and were correct as he believed.

"I would…" you start to protest, the words catching in your throat as Malleus's gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

"Hush, child of man," He interrupts, his voice firm yet strangely soothing. "Just let me take care of you. Let me be the one to shoulder your burdens, to erase your pain, to fill your world with nothing but love and devotion."

His hand reaches out, fingers tracing delicately along the curve of your jaw and lips, sending electric sparks dancing across your skin; as he always used to do. Touch with so much care that could make you cry, if cared at all. Which you don't, instead you free yourself from his grasp and he lets you.

You take solance on the balcony, fresh air hitting your face just right to wipe the traces of his fingers off your skin. You hate him so much.

"Trust me," Malleus whispers, deceving voice sounding so soothing. For a second you reconsider everything but shake those thoughts out of your head and remain certain of your own convictions. "I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you. I'll do anything to keep you safe."

Well... No one could hurt you more than he already did.

"I rather die, thank you." It's your tired response, though you laugh a little. You love life too much to do anything other than joke. "There's so many ways I could try."

Normally this would make Malleus leave the room now, he doesn't like to knowledge your different lifespans, but this time he remains motionless. For several long seconds only his increasingly erratic breathing cuts through the silence. Then you can hear the strong thunder that comes tearing the sky in the distance and unlike other times, you turn around to face him. An error!

The very composed attitude that Malleus acquired after years of being king is in pieces, his expression darkens at your words, a shadow passing over his features as he processes the gravity of your statement. His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your skin with a mixture of desperation and frustration.

"No," He breathes, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't mean that. You won't ever know death, not now nor ever. You belong to me," Malleus hisses, his grip becoming almost painful as he tries to pull you closer, to erase the distance between you and ensure that you never leave his side.

You whines in pain, not knowing how to react at his sudden outburst. "You're mine, and I won't let you go. I'll never let anyone else have you, not while I draw breath. I'II protect you even from yourself if I need to."

His words are tinged with a mixture of desperation and obsession, a dark promise of what awaits anyone who dares to challenge his claim on you. And as you stare into his eyes, seeing the depths of his devotion and the ferocity of his love, you realize with a sinking feeling that there's no escaping the clutches of Malleus's obsession. It's very possible that you may never be capable of escaping, not from him or his guards.

For better or for worse, you're his, bound to him in every way. You remain in his arms for a long time and he refuses any attempt at letting you go this time, his nose resting on the top of your head and inhaling your scent slowly. You almost feel bad. For you, for him, if only things were different you would be happy to be here and now. But you aren't, you won't be.

Not now nor ever.

Even if it's futile, even if he traps you inside an eternal dream. You won't ever let your hatred burn down and disappear, you won't know what to do if you let this happens. It is better to live with a lie than to conform to the truth.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x mc #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus x yuu #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #tw yandere #lorkai imagine

[lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Wrote this for my secret santa friend, hopefully he'll love it as much as I did writing this. I really like Pomefiore and Ignyhide chapters a lot, but Diasomnia, bro, Diasomnia has my heart, ngl. I don't even have words to describe everything it's making me feel so far. Although something I know for sure is that chapter 7 made me fall in love with Diafamily even more than before. (Also tagging you @hanafubukki I feel you're gonna like this)

“Papa, can you read to me?” A familiar little voice caught the attention of the fae who was lost in his own thoughts, tired eyes looking at his son with interest as he patted the seat next to him, small smile on his lips.

The boy took his place next to his father on the sofa, bringing with him a large book of fables and myths, and birds that rested on the open window, singing. Normally Lilia would read to him right before putting him to sleep but Silver needed to distract him from whatever was troubling his old man right now. His father did that sometimes, staring at the horizon without saying anything as if he was recalling precious but painful memories. Despite his young age, Silver could detect conflicting feelings in his father's eyes.

But it was okay, Silver was there to hold his father's hand and kiss his wounds just like his father did for him.

“What story do you want me to read, Silver?” His father asked, letting the boy lay his head on his lap like he always did. A hand automatically came down to play with the silver strands of his hair, twirling the strands and massaging his scalp with slow movements.

Silver thought for a while. For the past few days he had heard Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Snow White and several other funny stories. But he had his favorite. It was a story he really liked but he didn't know how to put into words why yet, maybe in the future he would come to understand that it was because of the message behind the story.

“Goldilocks!” He responded promptly.

Lilia let out a nasal laugh, already preparing to tell that story for the tenth time that week. Despite wanting to share tales of Little Thumb, The Match Girl, and Hansel and Gretel with Silver, Lilia couldn't resist giving in to Silver's request once again. His eyes lit up each time he read to him, as bright as two diamonds reflecting the excitement the young boy felt.

Lilia prepared, using his best storyteller voice. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful bear family living in a distant forest."

He turned the book to show the illustration of three brown bears for Silver to see, and even though the boy had seen that drawing a million times, he smiled widely and touched each of them with his finger. For a moment, he wished to meet a bear and become friends, as he was already capable of befriending other animals.

They do look cozy, Silver thought with a smile, imagining how comforting it would be to snuggle with a bear to sleep.

"[before lunch...]. The wise mama bear already set the table before leaving, so they could eat as soon as they returned from their walk." Silver wondered what kind of food bears ate and shivered. He hoped it was better than his father's food.

The story continued smoothly with Silver laughing at Goldilocks' antics, but what he was really paying attention to was his father's face. Lilia was now visibly calmer and relaxed, no longer sad in his thoughts, no longer lost in his memories. And that made Silver smile. He didn't like it when his father was sad.

And he imagined that no other child liked it either.

"Finally, she tasted the soup in the smallest bowl, and it was warm and delicious–"

His eyelids were getting heavier as Silver relaxed, listening to his father's voice trailing off until it disappeared. Imagining being friends with bears and eating alongside them, Silver let himself be lulled by the affection offered and the comfort he felt, his eyes closing completely. Everything was okay now; his father was smiling again.

Lilia leaned in and gently kissed his son's forehead, looking at him lovingly.

Humans grow so fast, the fae thought.

It's not like he didn't know this fact; it was clear that he knew, and he was reminded of it every day. Every second spent with his son was more precious than the previous one. Still, five years passed quickly, five long years where his heart was filling with the purest kind of love. The love of a father for a son, the same love he felt when Malleus's egg hatched, and he could see his beloved sister's child.

It was a difficult feeling to put into words. But he knew instantly when he held Silver in his arms for the first time that his little world would change and change for the better. His bloody days turned into joyful days spent with his son, filled with small joys and simple actions that touched his heart more than he could realize.

The fae let the book rest on the couch, standing up with his son in his arms to put him to bed.

He could always tell another story to Silver when he woke up.

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twist #twst silver #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland #silver #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #twisted wonderland silver #twisted wonderland lilia vanrouge #lorkai imagine

[hanafubukki]

Hanaaaaaa ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Imagine Lilia reading to baby!Silver and Malleus, making faces and funny, high-pitched voices for each of the characters in the story. I cant-- this is so cute 😭😭

Hello Lorkai 🌺🌻💞

This is adorable! I can see Baby Malleus finding the faces and sounds Lilia makes weird but enjoyable, especially since his baby brother loves it so much.

Summary: Lilia reads Baby Malleus and Silver a story.

Papa was doing those weird faces and voices again. It was rather strange when he would do this, but Malleus enjoyed these moments the most.

Papa would gather him in his arms, bring blankets, a book, and some snacks to enjoy by the fire.

Cuddling Papa and hearing the comforting inflection in his voice always lulled Malleus into the sweetest sleep.

Now that Silver joined their family, it was better than ever.

Cuddling next to his baby brother in the arms of their father brought a sense of serenity and pleasure to Malleus.

Silver would laugh along when Papa would make those funny faces and join with his high pitched squeals.

Silver would clap his hands and wave when Papa used his magic to bring figures alive from the pages of the book.

Malleus enjoyed these sounds of laughter and warmth, to the point that soft purrs would be released.

He loved most of all, when Silver would pull him close into a hug. When Papa would pull up the blankets around them, his arms protecting them.

In this embrace, Malleus had everything he wished for: a brother and father he loves with his entire being.

In such content Malleus falls asleep daily, cradled in the arms of his loved ones.

They always make me so soft 🥹💚💞

Hope you enjoyed this Lorkai ☺️🌻💚

Other fics of this AU can be found here: Once Upon a Dream AU: Masterlist (tumblr) and AO3

#answered #🌺Lorkai🌺 #Hana queues #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #twst malleus draconia #twst lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland silver #silver vanrouge #diasomnia #twst book 7 #twst imagines #twst drabble #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #once upon a dream au #baby dragon malleus #baby silver

[queenothegeeks]

Awkward creator reader drabbles

This is based off a previous post about the reader being an awkward creator.

(warning, this all based off of chaotic ideas me and a friend had while on call, and this is not beta read, so I apologize for any bad spelling or grammar)

Imagine, just, having tea with Zhongli, and he's just talking about wine or something boring idk, and he notices that you look a little zoned out, like, eyes glazed over, mind clearly elsewhere. While he’s worrying about The Creator not liking him or whatever, you are just trying to figure out how to process being in another world, with all these people that you know everything about, but at the same time, don’t know anything at all. 

When you notice him looking at you weird and not talking anymore, you worry that you may have missed something important. So you just blurt out the first thing that came to mind, to fill the silence. 

“It's kinda funny that you're working under Hu Tao. She’s like, a billion years younger than you. Also, you should cool it on the adventuring, you might throw your back out gramps.”

And then, realizing what you said, you just grab your now lukewarm  (yes, he was talking for that long) cup of tea (or whatever else you want if you don’t drink tea)  and take a long sip, trying to hide your red face. 

(Bonus, you choked on your tea) 

Imagine going to Fontaine, and just gawking at the scenery there. Imagine, in order to find out about where in the timeline you are (and because you want to see some of your favorite characters) you decide to go to the opera house, and see if there's a trial going on, where you can ask Furina or Neuvillette about the wellbeing of Fontaine. Instead, you find a flier for Lyney and Lynette's magic show at a nearby theater. Deciding to go, you pay the ticket master, who looks in slight shock as the creator buys back row seats like a normal person (you were too scared to ask for a better seat while paying, so you just asked for the cheapest one) 

Sitting down, you wait nervously for the show to start, all being completely ignorant of the panic and rumors backstage. 

“The creators here! At our show!?”

“Calm down, it's fine, we don’t even know if it’s true.”

And, just to stir the pot, a tall lady sits next to you. You feel like you should know her from somewhere, she just seems so… familiar. 

Realizing you had been staring for quite a while, you turn your head back to the stage, waiting for the show to start. About midway through the show, you realize who it is you are sitting next to.

The knave, fourth of the Fatui harbingers. 

At the end of the performance, you shift in your seat, suddenly wayyyyyy more self-conscious than you were at the beginning of the show.  Wanting to say everything and nothing at the same time, you decide it's best to shut your mouth for the time being. It’s probably not even her, why worry-

“Excuse my rudeness, would you happen to be the creator?”

She knew you were of course, hence why she chose to sit next to you, instead of the front row seat that was reserved for her, as it always was at one of her children's performances. 

“I.. am… but you can call me y/n! I don’t really like fancy titles or anything! Would you be the Knave? Or do you prefer Arlecchino? ack-wait , sorry. I’ll shut up now, let's start fresh, what do you think of the show?”

You half say-half shout, flailing your hands around, and then shrinking in your seat, trying to become as small as possible. Arlecchino chuckles.

“I think it was a lovely performance, as they always are. My children are very talented, you know.” 

“Y-yeah! They're really great! I have to go! Great meeting you miss-Arlecchino-Knave-ma’am” 

You say as you bolt out of the room, the embarrassment and social awkwardness you naturally possess driving your feet. 

(Bouns, you tripped over your own feet and wanted the floor to swallow you whole) 

@lorkai

#genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #sagau #arlechinno genshin #zhongli #sagau brainrot #the brainrot is real

[lemonandlime22]

ask from @lorkai: Twst idea: Particularly there's this song that I love and I can say it's my comfort song, even though I constantly forget the lyrics. So I was imagining a Yuu who is alone in a completely different world, without their cell phone or any items from the world they came from, freaking out when they're finally alone after weeks because they can't remember the song.

Yuu forgets their comfort song

Warning(s): angst obv, book 3 spoilers?

Words: 913

A/N: AHHHH!!! I love this!!! I kinda got carried away lol, hope you like it luv!

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At first, being thrusted into a new and unfamiliar world seemed like something you could work with. You've watched enough shows and read enough books about this type of thing to understand how to deal with it the best you could. You were a bit uncomfortable being away from all your things but you could handle it. After all, you survived being literally thrown into a different dimension, so being away from your things in said dimension was nothing.

But the longer you stayed the more nervous you got. Don't get me wrong you enjoyed it in Twisted Wonderland, you've made many good friends and have had so much fun not including the overblots, but it was still terrifying at times, being away from where you felt most safe.

It would keep you up at night sometimes but that wasn't much of a problem for you, simply humming the tune of your favorite song was enough you calm your nerves down to the point where you could fall asleep. You hummed that song to yourself almost every night as the feeling kept getting worse. After a few weeks of you humming and singing the song nearly every night, you started to forget the lyrics and beat, so you decided to write down as much of it as you could remember so it could jog your memory. This worked for a short while, until,,,

It had been an incredibly long day, actually no, long week. Grim Ace and Deuce had gotten into trouble again and you had to convince Jack to help you get them out of it, and in the process of helping them, you nearly lost Ramshackle. Oh yeah and another overblot happened but that's nothing new. It was a lot and you just wanted to get a good full night's rest, maybe even sleep in a bit. Before you went to bed you did your usual routine, locking the doors, putting your pjs on, etc. As you got tucked into bed, next to an already sleeping Grim, you retched to grab your notepad that lay on the bedside table only for it to be missing. Scrambling back out of bed you looked all over the floor and the rest of the room but it was nowhere to be seen. You took a deep breath to keep from panicking anymore and reassured yourself that you don't need it.

Crawling back into bed you kept telling yourself that you could remember the song on your own, even going so far as to say you didn't need it at all. It had been hours since you laid down and you still couldn't fall asleep, the sinking nervous feeling in your stomach only grew with each passing minute. You eventually gave in and were going to try and hum the melody of the song, but your mind only came up blank. You started mumbling whatever words that you associated with the song, even tapping your finger on the headboard trying to find the beat or anything close. But no matter how much mumbling, humming, or tapping you did, you couldn't remember any part of the song. It was like the song never existed like it just vanished without a trace, only leaving the memory of the comforting safe feeling it gave you and a sudden sinking sense of dread mixed with a growing panic. The thought of you slowly forgetting your home terrified you to no end.

While all these emotions quickly grew, all you could do was lay there in a bed that has never felt more empty, in a house that feels like the furthest thing from home, in a world where you knew could never feel truly safe. These thoughts made you weak, it felt like you didn't even strength to move your limbs. All you could do in your state was stare at the ceiling and quietly sob, feeling unable to even wipe the tears from your face. Eventually, sleep forced its way to you after what felt like an eternity of choking back your sobs so as to not wake Grim.

Waking up the next morning you expected to feel even more exhausted than the night before and probably a bit crusty due to the dried tears. What you weren't expecting was to feel a warm weight on your chest and the smell of... burnt pancakes? Looking down you saw Grim, fast asleep on your chest with what looked like splatters of bater on his paws and face. He had a tight secure grip on your arm as if you were going to fade away any second. You reached up to wipe the drowsiness out of your eyes, and you were surprised to realize there weren't any dried tears on your cheeks as you had expected there to be. Looking around the room, you saw a box of tissues on the bedside table that had not previously been there, surrounding the box were seemingly used tissues all scattered around. After connecting the dots you started taking in the scene in front of you, seeing the warm morning sun that had draped the room in its light. Slowly yet surely, the warm feeling of comfortability and maybe even safety crept its way into your heart.

You draped your free hand over Grim and closed your eyes for some more much needed sleep. This time realizing that this old bed has never been as empty as it use to feel,,,

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#....*banging on the front door* 'Oh Yuu!!! I need a favor!!' -Crowley moments later #/hj #lol #twisted wonderland #twst fic #twst grim #twst ramshackle #twst yuu #twst mc #twst angst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst requests #grim #yuu #twst platonic #twst comfort #twst #twst fluff #gn reader #required #twst imagines #twst scenarios

[tragedytells-tales]

A Found Family

Notes - GN!MC, fluff with a hint of angst, hurt/comfort, inspired by 'Can you Imagine that?' By Emily Blunt & Nathaneal Saleh / 'I'll save you' By jordan sweeto, and THIS POST by @lorkai + Raz Feat. MC, Solomon, and OC orphans ( teens, kids , and toddlers )

Summary - MC and Solomon make their monthly visits to the devildom orphanage!

Warnings - extremely self indulgent and written simply because I wanted to!

Tw - minor injury mentioned

So, perhaps we've learned when day is done / Some stuff and nonsense could be fun / Can you imagine that?

MC could barely sit still as the orphanage crept closer into view. They barely recognized the smile that was slowly growing as they organized their bag for the day. Solomon chuckled from beside them as the car came to a stop, he too organizing his own bag of tricks.

MC hooked the bag onto their shoulders and nearly sped-walked forward. "What's so funny over there, chucklehead?"

Solomon struggled to keep up for a few seconds before he found his footing, he flashed MC a fond smile before turningback to the building. "Nothing at all. I simply admire how you're still this excited as if it's our first day despite this being our, what, one year anniversary of this?"

MC flashed Solomon their own excited smile in return. They thought back to memories of the kids with glee as their excitement built all over again. "What can I say, it's impossible for me not too! The children's smiles always make it feel like the first time!"

"Hmm, can't disagree with that." Said Solomon.

"So-" he grabbed one of his spell books "-how do you say we introduce ourselves this time?" He finished while flipping through it.

"Hm, well-" MC started, this was cut short as they saw little eyes glow with excitment as they waved. They didn't have the chance to wave back as the little demon rushed off. "-I think someone already beat us to it."

MC and Solomon exchange mischievous smiles before racing eachother to see who could reach the door first.

"MR. SOLOY, MX. MC!!! YOU'RE HERE!!!!"

MC cackled as Solomon quickly became a make shift jungle gym. Solomon got his pay back when MC had to catch a kid when they jumped into their arms.

Solomons arm slowly became tired so he summoned a solution and decided on making the kids levitate. Each of them let out their own giggles, chuckles, and belly laughs as they swam throughout the air. Solomon let out a soft sigh at the kids happiness.

A young demon pulled on Solomons pant leg and bounced on his heel while making grabby hands. "Me too, Mr. saly, me too!" Solomon bent down to pick him up and tossed him to to air, much to the kids delight, "As you wish Lux!" And with that the kid let out a delighted squeal as he was sent flying.

MC pulled headphones out of their bag and placed it on a younger demons ears. Phoenix had been clutching onto them for some time now, they leaned down to their level and showed them kind eyes. They spoke in a low tone and brushed firey bangs out of their eyes. "Are you okay nixe?"

They nodded and continued to clutch onto MC. The elder human thought for a second, "What happened to your other ones, nixe?" The young one pouted and signed about a kid at RAD stealing them. MC shook their head and shot Phoenix a confident smile, "Mkay, then you can borrow these until that lil theif is caught!"

Phoenixs' eyes slowly widened and they nodded rapidly, they signed their appreciation with a thankful smile and crinkled eyes before rushing off to one of the older teen demons a few feet away. She picked up her younger sibling and called out from across the room, "Thanks your highness!"

MC waved as they watched the two go play with the other kids.

"What are ya makin Delta?" The demon in question placed down their paint brush and held out their hand for a handshake. "Sup your majesty! I was just painting is all!"

MC glanced at the painting with awe, "is that neverland?" Delta stood beside them and nodded enthusiasticly "Yeah! I was struggling with coming up for a project idea til I remembered the story that you read yesterday. So decided to paint a scene from it."

Delta began listing off the differences and similarities between the story and the painting, they explained the story behind it while talking with their hands, they became so engrossed in their tale that they didn't notice the small crowd that gathered to listen.

"And that's it!" They finished while placings their hand on their hip. Their eyes flickered with shock as the rest of their housemates clapped, some others pat them on the back and asked questions about the painting.

When they looked up and met MCs eyes, they were met with pride as MC ruffled their hair. "You're gonna do amazing Dels."

And amazing they did.

MC and Solomon made sure to stop by their classroom to see the presentation. Their proud smile never left their faces, they listened attentively and nodded along. And when Delta eventually got their grade back, MC and Solomon made sure to remind Delta of just how talented they are.

Even if it was with ice cream and junk food, it was the most fun Delta had had in awhile. They smiled till their cheeks were sore and laughed till their throat went raw under fairy light lit trees as a projector played some of their favorite movies.

That night MC and Solomon made sure hang up the painting in the entrance of the building.

Solomon glanced around at the destroyed room and knocked on the slightly burned door. The teen in the corner decidedly ignored the knock to curl in further on himself. Solomon leaned against the wall and sighed, not in dissapointment, but instead out of worry.

"Sorry to interrupt, but those burns on your hands look quite serious."

"Just leave me alone your highness. It's not important anyway."

Well that didn't ease his concerns. Solomon shut the door behind him which caused the room to become pitch black. He took careful and quiet steps forward until he was met with reflective gray eyes. He sat down a few feet away from the curled up ball and held out his own glowing hand.

His eyes eventually softened as hiccups turned to harrowing sobs. The demon eventually reached out his semi burned hands while Solomon made quick work of cooling, healing, and wrapping them.

Even when Solomon was done, he didn't let go of the young demons hand until he was ready. Solomon never asked what happened, never pushed the boy to open up, he instead quietly held him until the sobs died down and his breathing began to even out.

He glanced around the room one more time before helping him stand. Comfortable silence blanketed the room as the two stood their for a moment longer.

"Would you like to step outside for a bit, Avis?"

Avis took a few more deep breaths before nodding in response. Solomon stepped back a bit and ruffled the teens hair. He grabbed Avis' hand and lead him out the room. Avis kept his eyes to the floor and his bandaged hands in his pockets.

MCs eyes flickered from Avis to Solomon as concern covered their gaze. Solomon simply shot them a carefree smile as he exited to the back gardens. MC watched them leave before walking off to the kitchen.

Solomon sat down with Avis right outside by a fountain. Avis stared up at the stars as the days exhaustion washed over him. Solomon allowed Avis to rest his head on his shoulder, even if Avis hesitated, he knew the offer was appreciated as Avis soon fell asleep next to the wizard.

The two woke up in a cuddle pile of pillows, blankets, and other housemates. Avis' sister Kana could be seen a few inches away. She plopped a few more blankets on the two before falling asleep herself. MC could be heard putting away their book before turning down the lights and passing out on a nearby couch.

"Is Avis okay?" Whispered a younger demon as they tugged on Solomon sleeve. He squeezed their hand and promised that their friend would be a-okay before sending them off to sleep.

Solomon watched Avis fall asleep with a small smile on his face and made a mental note to teach him other ways to cope before falling into the pull of sleep with own smile.

"Ooooh, Mx. MC, whatcha makin?"

MC leaned down to pick up the child up and gave them a peek into the pot. They eventually set the child back down as they went back to stir the Malloreddus. "I'm making Malloreddus, fried chicken, and sausage ginnoch for dinner tonight!"

The child tilted their head for a second before climbing on a stool. They peeked at the dish for a second before turning to MC with a curious stare "what's Melloradus?"

MC chuckled and handed them a piece of ginnoch to munch on. "Well, Malloreddus is the national dish of Sardina, Italy. The term mallolus means morsel, or small piece of food!" The child nodded along as they swallowed their food. "What's Sardina?"

"Sardina is a human world island off the coast of Central Italy, another human realm country!" MC explained while setting the food aside. They lifted the child off the stool and went to go set the table.

The child followed beside MC as they helped them set up the table by pushing in chairs and handing out name plates. They puffed out the chest with pride when MC pat them on the back and thanked them for their good work.

MC got to work carrying the food to the table and setting up silverware and bowls. The child continued to munch on another piece of ginnoch that MC had handed them. MC set out condiments and toppings and went to double check on any allergy meds they might have missed.

When all was said and done MC and the child shared a high five to celebrate their good work and MC sent them away to go wash up. By the time they came back, a few of the seats had been filled and they found that their own had been pulled out for them. They thanked their friend next to them and the two shared a hug.

Once the rest of the group had sat down to eat and food had been brought to the sick ones. Everyone began to eat and share stories about their day or how things went at RAD. MC and Solomon eventually got challenged to see who could come up with the greatest story, which MC, naturally, won. Much to Solomons dismay.

Solomon pouted for a bit before starting a makeshift magic show, which he even wore a magicians hat for. No one knows where it came from, but MC decided not to question it.

MC pulled out a book from their bag as children surrounded the spot on the floor. Solomon began entertaining his own group of kids off to the side aswell.

MC began reading Stellaluna by Jenall Cannon, while Solomon began to illustrate the kids wildest dreams. Horses and dragons could be seen dancing above head as wide eyes watched in awe. Others could be seen slowly closing as they began too feel drowsy.

Colors of Cobalt, Burgundy, and Sangria flowed across sleeping faces, while some of the older teens set up their own sleeping spots. Solomons magic slowly diminished as the wizard fell asleep while surrounded by demons, some even on top of him.

MC finished off the story as they maneuvered a few of the children into more comfortable positions. They felt a few children curl up to their side and felt a warm smile crawl up their face.

They muttered the last few sentences to their story and held both Solomon and the children closer as they felt sleep claim them.

"How can we be so different, but feel so much alike? Mused flitter. And how can we feel so different and be so much alike? Wondered pip. I think this is quite the mystery. Flap chirped. I agree, said Stellaluna, but we're friends, and that's a fact!"

AN - I have a lot of world building Headcanons, Devildom orphanage included. That and I adore the thought of Solomon being good with kids.

Divider credit - X

#obey me shall we date #obey me gn!mc #om solomon #oc insert #omswd fanfic #omswd

[animeangsteng]

@lorkai

Yeah! 🤣

Though I can imagine Vargas secretly being proud of their strength and Sam taking bets the moment the others turn around.

Sam: What? It's business!

#@lorkai playlist #Host:Sam playlist

[yan-lorkai]

Hi💖

I saw that requests are open, so can I ask for Yandere Malleus following the reader back home? The reader's all relieved to be back, but bam! Turn around, and Malleus is chilling in their home. But, he's not there to drag them back to Twisted Wonderland. He just wants to be with them.

I don't know if I've requested too much, so if you don't want to write it, feel free to ignore this request. Thank you ✨

It's strange to be back after so much time passed, the silence it's almost eerie. But you're getting used to your routine again, to your world and home. On most nights you lay awake for a few minutes wondering how your friends are doing, what they must be doing right now. Do they look at the stars and thought about you? Do they reminisce the old days like you do?

And as you fall asleep, you dream of all your adventures, all the dangerous you passed through in that world. You dream of them, because as much as you wanted to go back to your world, to your family, they too became your precious friends and family and you miss them dearly.

However every recent dream had a strange aspect present in them. It started small, imperceptible. A dark, shadowy like figure with prominent horns almost blending together with your half open door, you could convince yourself that nothing's there if you focused hard enough. But with each night the shadow came closer, its face still hiding. Today, its hand held your own, almost as if it was unsure you were real, a sigh leaving its lips.

Back to reality, to normal life and normal, boring routine, you forgot everything as soon as you woke up. You focused on your work, on your friendships, on every simple little aspect of life here to ground yourself. You were home. Everything was alright and everything was going to stay this way. Or so you said to yourself.

You had to say it out loud. You had to say it so it was real. You could hold your phone and call your friends, you could meet them at your favorite place, it was real instead of just a wish. And you wished so hard to be back home, to be safe again, to not have to fight another overblot. And now was real. You were home.

Your shift ended, you took the bus back to home, tired, sleepy. You held a yawn on your throat as you noticed that your door was open, though you were certain that you locked it in the morning as you usually do. Maybe you should had called the police but months fighting overblots made you think you were invincible, immune to everything the world could still throw your way. With silent steps your enter the house, clutching your keys so to make a kinda of weapon to defend yourself, your heart skipping various beats as you explored it.

Silent as a kitty, you walked through the kitchen, the bathroom and your room. But a scent very specific made you haste your steps and sniff the air, so familiar, but it couldn't be. Then you heard someone moving on your living room, humming, exploring it with a childlike curiosity. And you knew who was in your home. But how?

"There you are," Malleus appeared at the door, smiling like he wasn't see you in a while. He was still the same as always, though he was wearing different clothes. He could almost blend with other people if wasn't for his horns. "I've been waiting for you for so long. I'm glad to see you again. I can see the days spent here brought back a glamour on your beautiful skin."

He smiled when he saw you speechless, his piercing gaze fixed upon you. Malleus was always a little odd even when you choose to indulge him and listen to his ramblings, but he was strange him, much more comfier, much more evading, as he was getting really closer and, different from usual, he choose to hug you tight, burying his face at your neck.

Panic threatened to overwhelm you, why was he here? If he could open a portal then why didn't he had helped you before? Did... Did he wanted to drag you back there? You didn't want to go back. You would punch him if he tried anything.

Something in Malleus' expression softened the tension in the air, he could almost seems to read your mind as he soon was explaining himself.

"I followed you," He admitted quietly, his voice rumbling like a very distant and lost thunder. He dragged his fingers up and down your neck, laughing when he saw you shiver. Then he let you go, don't wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Confusion mingled with apprehension as you braced yourself for the worst and prepared to fight him if necessary. But to you surprise, Malleus didn't move to drag you back to Twisted Wonderland as all the voices in your head were saying. Instead, he simply stood there, a gentle aura emanating from him. A very soft smile growing on his lips as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I just wanted to be here with you," He confessed, his tone vulnerable yet sincere. "I realized that I appreciated every moment spent with you and it would be egotistical of me to ask you to stay at Twisted Wonderland. Thus the best solution was for me come here and be with you again."

He sounded so proud of himself, so happy, almost like a puppy. Despite the initial shock, a small flicker of warmth blossomed within your chest. Maybe, just maybe, having Malleus in your home wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. But you quickly throw those thoughts away.

"You are the heir of throne." You stated as it wasn't obvious enough. He couldn't stay. Even if you wanted, his people needed him more. He thought otherwise as his smile soured a little.

"I took care of everything," His answer was strange, almost rehearsed. Your furrowed your eyebrows at his, wanting to inquiry further but he took your hand on his and kissed your knuckles. "Fret not for everything is alright and they all understood my motives. I'm a free man and I choose to be free at your side. So let me stay."

Please, that's what his eyes were saying to you. Please let me stay.

Well, would you let him stay? Or would you send him away? So many thoughts passed you by.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x yuu #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus x mc #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #lorkai imagine

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a Black butler request if you don’t mind! (It can be yandere but If you can make it not to noticeable??? If that makes sense.)

If I may could I request a Ciel Phantomhive x Cruella De Vill reader? I mean not exactly like Cruella but the fact she was born with hair spilt between black and white, she owns multiple Dalmatians which are really aggressive guard dogs for her. And she has a wonderful sense of fashion, even though most her clothes are only black, white or red. She even has a nickname that combines her name and Cruel together (like “Cruel-(/N)”) because she can be really honest and it comes off as rude. She is short temper but unlike Cruella she is only occasionally sassy but most of the time she is quiet because she used to get made fun of for her hair.

Also I was hoping it would be a oneshot, with a few hc. But if that’s to much it can just be hc! Thank you and have a nice day!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I hope I did this rq justice because I absolutely loved it. Detailed rqs my beloveds. As you ask, I did some hcs and then wrote a little drabble, though I do apologize for such delay in answer it. Hope you like darling <33

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic content. Maybe typos too.

☆*: In Ciel's ears, the news of a figure with two-tone hair who only dresses in black and red reaches him through gossip that Lau felt the need to share. The rumors, however, were not enough to capture the earl's attention at first. Who cares if Londoners are talking about this girl because she acts different and has a sharp tongue? Who cares if she has some protective dogs who can attack on command?

☆*: Certainly not Ciel. He has better things to worry about being the Queen's Watchdog besides running his own company. Gossip and rumors are not something that holds his attention unless they are related to the murderers who killed his parents.

☆*: So it takes a while before you finally get to know each other and he can get a glimpse of your strong genius. And heavens, he's enchanted, even if he doesn't know it, feelings aren't Ciel's thing. One thing he knows, this night will be one he would never forget.

...

Reluctantly, Ciel was participating in the celebration. A glass of juice in his hand as he watched each of the nobles approach the throne, kneel and say their rehearsed congratulations. So typical of nobles, so insincere. He hated it here, he could be doing so many things right in the comfort of his office. Still, he smiled and played his part when all adults around him looked down on him just because he was the only child here.

The starry night became filled with light and laughter; The Queen was throwing a party to celebrate another birthday well spent. Her age-kissed skin was still glowing, her eyes carrying a tinge of unforgettable joy, and her voice a jovial tone. As usual, she sat on her throne and waited for one by one the nobles to greet and boast about the gifts that were certainly better than the others.

It was funny to watch though. They all just seemed like jealous peacocks, huffing and puffing their feathers, wanting the queen attention on them.

Sebastian when can we leave? was what he wanted to ask to the butler at his side. What he almost asked. But right at that moment he heard a commotion.

A few meters ahead stood the notorious Cru-y/n DeVil, your presence commanding attention. Ciel couldn't help but be drawn to you, his gaze fixating on you with a mixture of intrigue and caution. Despite your reputation, he couldn't deny your beauty, a striking contrast to the darkness that surrounded your name. You were young, much like himself, yet exuded a confidence that belied your age, almost as if you too had to grown fast to protect yourself.

You seemed to be fighting a much older and powerful woman. The duchess who was always looking to fight someone and today had just found her new victim. But you aren't having any of that, making exaggerated gestures and smiling mockingly at the duchess.

Ciel observed the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, at least the party turned out to be entertaining with this little fight happening and the queen was also watching you two too intently, curious, not at all bothered by it. Ciel couldn't help but roll his eyes when the duchess continued to argue and pointed her finger at you.

"Your hat is adorable" You say in a loud and clear tone, with the sweetest smile you can produce. "I'm sure it was worth sacrificing Big Bird, its poor beautiful yellow feathers wasted on this hat that perfectly fit your head."

A murmur starts around the two of you, some are laughing loudly, others are whispering among themselves, repeating what you said. The duchess, wanting to appear strong and resilient, fixes her khaki yellow hat - that barely fits in her head, lifts her chin an extra millimeter and leaves. However, Ciel knew that your comment would still haunt her for months to come. Today she had lost a fight and was insulted.

Undeniable was that the hat was horrendous.

Holding back a laugh that seems to want to escape him anyway, Ciel takes off his hat in greeting to you as soon as your eyes meet. He understood now why everyone was talking about you so much. To the court you were like a fresh breath of air, devastating if you hate it, great if you like it. And he absolutely like it. Not a lot of younger aristocrats behave this way and he really needs someone different to spend time, as Elizabeth is quite overwhelming with her affection and Sullivan is busy.

He approach you and with this gesture, plans to know more about you. He is now curious and his curiosity must be satisfied.

#yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel x reader #yandere ciel phantomhive x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel x reader #kuroshitsuji ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive #fem reader #female reader #lorkai imagine

[yan-lorkai]

Can we please have some hcs or oneshot where Yuu works at Mostro Lounge and has to deal with a difficult costumer? How would the octotrio react if said costumer tried to hit or insult Yuu? Platonically or romantic it's funny btw, thanks!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I was indecisive between platonic or romantic so I left ambiguous. I hope u enjoy, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, Floyd beating a random and reader knowing about their yandere tendencies but liking nonetheless.

A death wish. This customer has a death wish, holding you by the collar of your shirt while he glares right at you as a predator to his prey. You aren't a prey though, not that he knows this.

You look down, his blazer wet from the drink you purposely spilled on it because he was an annoying asshole. He looks angry or something but you don't care. Instead you focus on the reaction of your co-workers, some tremble knowing what's coming, others running to get Jade and Floyd. You almost can't wait.

"Sir," You smiled how Jade taught you. Sweet, disarmingly. Your fingers coming around to hold his wrist. "I apologize for this little accident. Though if you insist on being violent there will be consequences."

"Yeah and? Those idiot eels can't save ya now. I only need a second to mess your face!" He snorted, unable to stop the toothy grin from dominating his smug face. He was dumb, and oh so fascinating, you almost wished to study his brain but you knew not much would rest of him when your tweels got him.

He slapped you on your face hard enough that it send you stumbling to the ground, his hand already reaching for his magic pen, its tip lit by flames so bright your skin screamed. So hot, unbearably so, like fire. “You are nothing but a mere employee, you should know the customer is always right."

He was ready to strike you with all his might when a strong hand landed on his shoulder. It's was Floyd. The usual smiley eel was frowning now but a dark glint was raising on his eyes, mischievous, evil. He used to look at you like that when you used to tell him to leave you alone, though he was obviously more softer when roughhousing with you. With this customer though?

"Are you alright, my pearl?" Jade asks, helping you stand up and searching for injuries. But you assure him you're fine with a nod of your head, feeling if anything a little tired. It was so noisy today. And you were kind used to dealing with these type of costumers, used to see the punishments and then getting coddled by your favorite trio.

"Mind accompany me to Azul's office?" Jade offered you his arms which you accepted but still didn't move an inch. A smug smile now on your lips as the customer who was arguing with you now shaked under Floyd's stare. As he should.

"Destroy him," you said to him, eyeing the customer who pushed you. "and be quick, Floyd darling."

Then you walked to Azul's office, ignoring Floyd's laugh and the sounds of his fists hitting the other guy's face. You were used to things like that happening frequently but it did bother you that this was the only way for people to behave. The only way to correct their behavior, as this wasn't gonna happen if he wasn't harassing you and making uncomfortable comments about you.

The screams of pain and the smell of something burning was all you kept in your mind as you sat in Azul's office, Jade putting a glass of water on your hands for you to drink before seating by your side.

"Unbelievable," Azul looked at you, at your uniform crumpled. He stood up from his usual spot and held your face on his hands, so sofly, so lovingly, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I can't leave you alone one minute, angelfish, look what he did to you!"

He pressed on a small scratch in your cheeks, swelled and hurting, it made you wince and Azul was not happy with it. You could see him planning something. Planning a revenge against that guy.

"Floyd better off him for touching you." Jade said, cleaning the scratch gently. "If he don't, perhaps I'll have something to nimble on later."

You laughed. They were overprotective of you, they were before, they are now. You kinda like it. You like their gentleness, the softness, the slow dancing with Azul when he didn't have a new victim to trick, cooking with Floyd and splashing water on Jade while you wash the dishes. The simple moments with them were precious, each and every single one. And of course you knew about their dark side, could see it as clear as day but you accepted them nevertheless.

As if you have a choice. You knew about the house they built underwater, decorated how you like, full of things you loved. You knew a lot of things even if you pretended you don't.

After making sure you weren't hurt and that everything was fine, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you guys, you know that?"

Azul hummed, exhaling in your scent as Jade leaned in to kiss your unharmed cheek. You knew they were swearing and angry at themselves to let you be alone out there, Jade and Azul stared at each other as if exchanging guilt and you didn't want them to feel like this. You held each of them their hand and squeezed both hard enough to get their attention.

"We should go out and do something," you suggested tiredly but your eyes lighted up with excitement with the prospect of doing something with your favorite trio. But before any plans could be made, Floyd barged into the office, his once-white shirt now stained crimson. As he always did, a wide grin stretched across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

As Floyd entered, we could see he was carrying a battered bag in one hand and clutching his side with the other. "He won't bother you anymore, Shrimp. I've made sure of it, ehehe."

Before anyone could respond, Floyd started recounting what he did in great detail, how he punched and squeezed and how the guy screamed. He throw himself in your lap mid-tale, wrapping his arms around your tummy. "Oi, shrimp pet my head." He asked.

And you did, combing through his strands delicately while he continued rambling. "And then I've dragged him outta here and told him not to come back."

"Thank you," you said to him. Then turned to Jade and Azul "and you two too!"

You didn't need to be comforted but their gesture was so sweet. If you have those three with you, you guess that you're going to be fine. Though you do wonder, would they laugh if they found out you did this on purpose? You can only imagine their answer as you wasn't planning to tell them.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere octavinelle #azul x mc #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul #azul x yuu #azul x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade #yandere jade x mc #yandere jade x reader #jade x mc #jade x yuu #jade x reader #yandere floyd #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd x yuu #floyd x yuu #floyd x mc #floyd x reader #lorkai imagine

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I've been going to thousands of interviews the last few days and today I have one more, maybe I'll get it this time. However, I was wondering what if Yuu were to ask for tips for Octotrio? Then this was born, this is super simple but I hope y'all like it!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, naive darling, isolation mention. Otherwise this is super silly.

"Should I bring my resume?" You asked Azul, eyes filled with curiosity.

You had your first interview scheduled to today but was ensure what to say or how to act. So of course you asked your best friend how to do things since he was Mostro Lounge's owner.

"Should I, like, shake their hand? But what if they noticed how my palms are sweaty? What if I stutter?" You were anxious. The job was good so you wanted to get it. And while you listed any and every horrible thing that could happen, Azul was smirking internally.

It was the same smile he smiled when he was about to trap his prey. He looked at Jade and Floyd who were wearing smiles that matched his. Then he turned to you, calmly appeasing you by holding your hand. In other times he would had blush for sure, but he had grown used to affection when it came to you.

"My pearl, you don't need to bring a resume, I can assure that they already have all your information, right Jade?"

The mentioned eel nodded, adding. "Plus sweaty hands means a worker has a strong hand and therefore are very trustworthy. You don't have to worry if you're too strong or too weak."

Floyd giggled mischievously, winking his eyes at you. "Best part is that you can wear your most comfy clothes, ah~"

"You're sure?" Floyd nodded. Then you also smiled. "Great then I'm going to wear my baggy shirts and some pants."

Deciding you had enough, you kissed Azul's cheek then Jade and Floyd too, leaving Azul's office as you had to prepare and leave for the interview. Unbeknownst to you the trio high fived between them.

"We don't have any openings for shrimp?" Floyd asked his brother, kicking his feet at the prospect of working with you. "I know I squeezed an annoying big the other who quit."

Azul pondered then smiled. "Of course, we have some openings for waiters, kitchen helpers, but this requires them to interact with a lot of people. Yuu should become my assistant instead."

Jade rolled his eyes. "You just want them for yourself."

It was true, Azul couldn't deny it. Not that he needed because his tweels also did want you all to themselves. The annoying guys, they were! Azul smiled.

"Well can you judge me?"

Nobody answered. Instead they think about you, about how you're going to fail your interview, about how sad you're gonna get and how they gonna comfort you.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul #yandere jade #yandere floyd #yandere floyd x yuu #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd leech #yandere jade x mc #yandere jade x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul x mc #yandere azul ashengrotto #tw yandere #lorkai imagine #azul x yuu #azul x reader #azul x mc #twst azul #jade x mc #jade x reader #jade x yuu #floyd x mc #floyd x reader #floyd x yuu #twst floyd #twst jade

[yan-lorkai]

Haiii can I request some hcs or a small fic of Ruggie with a reader who’s very socially awkward (basically like bocchi if you know the show) but has a very obvious puppy crush on him?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I honestly was saving this rq because I wanted to watch Bocchi first since you mentioned it. And I was not disappointed, though I'm still in ep5 I already love them all. Reader in this is pretty much Bocchi coded.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, reader stutter and overthink quite a lot here, very soft Ruggie + nicknames ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

You can do it, you are capable! You repeated to yourself in front of the mirror for the tenth time that day, determined to do something you'd never done before: have a whole conversation with Ruggie.

It was something extremely small and simple, and other people would judge it as a somewhat foolish wish. But other people didn't have social phobia, they didn't get scared or panicked or feel like thousands of eyes were on them, other people didn't live in your shoes to understand what you went through on a daily basis. But for Ruggie, it was worth trying to overcome your fears, he was worth it even if it drained you immensely to be in the epicenter of the hurricane (in the middle of a bunch of people), feeling as if everyone was looking and laughing at you.

In the mirror a small smile adorned your face. Everything will be fine!

You left your room with confident steps, after all spending time with Ruggie always made you confident as if nothing in the world could bring you down or go wrong. On you, he had this kind of effect. In addition to being calming for your ever-so-anxious mind. Being with him was like playing your guitar, it was natural, comfy even.

You have yet to play the guitar to him as he had asked if he could hear you when he found out you could play. You were already imagining playing alongside him. What you were imagining made you happy, even when you bumped into someone else and apologized, awkwardly, embarrassed by your clumsiness.

Though when you did find him, Ruggie was talking with Leona, the atmosphere seemed tense, as if they were discussing something serious. Or your mind was only creating yet another unprovable scenario, as usual, though even if that's was the case you were already trembling subtly, as a kitten learning how to walk.

Despite being on good terms with him, you couldn't shake off the feeling that Leona didn't wanted you there. Were he staring at you- no, he wasn't. He was still talking with Ruggie, Leona's tail wagging lazily behind him while Ruggie crossed his arms close to his chest. Could you come closer? Or should you go back to your room? Would they mind if you were there?

Maybe you should hide inside a trash can as you usually did whenever you felt overwhelmed and need to escape quickly. Though unfortunately there wasn't any trash can, looking around there aren't any visible dark, tiny places to hide in either. You audibly gulped, paralyzed, the seconds seemed to be passing by agonizingly slow.

'Maybe I should turn around and run', you thought to yourself. But your feet didn't move it.

A soft hand landed on your shoulder and you jumped, a whine leaving your lips as you raised your eyes to see who that hand belonged to. It belonged to Ruggie, his beautiful eyes looking right at yours as he seemed to know what you were thinking and was silently telling you not to worry.

"There you go again, you troublesome kitten," He teased you affectionately and quickly added. "Inhale through the mouth, exhale through the nose. Slowly."

You frowned and then realized how much your heart was racing and you could feel the familiar tightness in your chest. Your mind racing with thoughts of whether you're intruding or if they even want you there. And you followed his commands, slowly, so slowly.

'You look pathetic,' A voice in your head told you. So worked up just because of an assumption, so afraid of everything. 'Pathetic.'

"H-hey, um... sor-ry to bother and interrupt you two, ah, I can, like, go away if you want." You mumbled sofly, but truly you were whispering, your voice as low and weak as possible, as you looked at the floor which seemed more interesting than whatever expression the duo was doing.

'They must be thinking ho-' That annoying voice was interrupted by Ruggie's heavenly voice and his hand that grounds you there.

"Don't worry your pretty head too much, we were just talking about the last spelldrive game." He explained, ears twitching as his hand remained on your shoulder, giving you his silent support as you breathed till you were calm again.

Despite your social anxiety urging you to turn back and hide in your room with this failure of an attempt, you mustered up the necessary courage to stay, a tired little smile growing on your lips as you looked at him. At his very green eyes that looked like a beautiful forest.

You still felt as prey surrounded by predators. You still felt as if they were ready to pounce on you and tear you apart. But you knew it was not truth, it couldn't be. Ruggie would never hurt anyo- uh, nevermind, anyways he wouldn't hurt you. You knew this much, you trusted him without a doubt.

Ruggie offered you a reassuring smile. And his lovely eyes made you weak in the knees, your heart beating like crazy inside your chest as you maintained prolonged eye contact with him. All your words forgotten, all your thoughts quietened for a moment. Very distantly you could hear Leona's soft laughter at how you looked at Ruggie without realizing your eyes were shining and a dumb smile was on your lips.

Leona coughed to caught Ruggie's attention back. You too looked at him and his expression was still inflexible but he nodded in your direction as if to welcome you when he noticed you staring. "We were discussing some strategies, herbivore. The last game was lacking."

Oh, spelldrive. You didn't know much about it but even if you did, maybe you wouldn't be able to express your thoughts properly. The courtyard was crowded, people walking and talking and all around you. You took a deep breath again, so far everything was good... Right?

"We should change our tactics." Ruggie said, quite uninteresting with the topic. You could see his little tail wagging behind his back, lazily while he explained his point. He could talk for hours about anything and you would still have a smile on your face while you heard him. It was a tranquil, soft sound, like a bird singing every morning.

"Shishishi, look at you!" His calloused hands cupped your face and you realized you were daydreaming again. Your whole face was warm as fire when you noticed how close he was. "Lost in your head, kitten? Didn't even said a word." He teased a little.

"I, uh, I..." What should you say? That you just wanted to spend some time with him? Was that a good enough reason? But what if he thinks you're weird? What if he thinks you are so weird that he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore? Worse... What if he found out that you had a crush on him?

Geez, you don't even want to think about it. If you had time to thought then you knew that only negative thoughts would live there.

Take a deep breath, it's okay to feel nervous. You told yourself, but his eyes were so mesmerizing, so beautiful that you quickly got lost inside them. Being genuine and honest is usually the best approach. Don't think, just speak. You got this!

"Well... I just wanted to say that I really enjoy spending time with you. You're a great person to be around, and I was hoping we could hang out more often. I know it might sound a bit random, but I value our friendship and I wanted to be honest about how I feel." You said, your whole burning while you fought against your anxiety and stood your ground.

Any other day you would have ran away or just not say everything out loud but you had made a promise with yourself and you were going to stay true to it. You wanted to overcome your shyness and anxiety, you wanted to be able to talk and laugh without worrying about anything. And Ruggie was quite happy with what you said, you realized. He was happy, not angry.

He petted your head and smiled. "Good work, it was hard to say this out loud, wasn't it? I'm proud of you."

Right at that instant you felt an enormous weight getting out of your shoulders. He was proud of you! He was not weirded out by you. A big sigh left your throat as you enjoyed the affection he gave you.

Maybe you should get out of your comfort zone more times.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere ruggie #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere ruggie x mc #yandere ruggie x reader #ruggie x mc #ruggie x reader #ruggie x yuu #lorkai imagine

[yan-lorkai]

"Oh honey, I know, I know." Your soft best friend's voice sounded over your ears like some kind of balm, Vil held your weeping figure close to his chest, tracing the strands of your hair as he tried his best to soothe you.

The tears drying in your eyes were a painful reminder of how you found out your little crush was spreading horrible rumors about you as well as calling you names. And you normally wouldn't care but it didn't make sense. In all of your interactions, he'd been so sweet and caring.

If it was anyone else who told you this unfortunate news, maybe you wouldn't have believed it. But Vil and Rook wouldn't lie to you, they had no reason to and so, you let yourself fall apart.

Because you was one step away from declaring yourself to that colleague. Just as you were one step away from declaring to several other people that you had liked in the past. And maybe fate hates you because all the guys you liked were assholes. All of them without exception did something that broke your heart and destroyed your confidence. And all of them without exception always fell to their knees and begged your forgiveness, said that they did nothing wrong and that someone had set them up.

What a ridiculous excuse, you thought.

"I'll never let another boy hurt you ever again." Vil spoke after a long time in silence, lilac eyes stared at your sad form still lying on his chest and you didn't feel the slightest desire to get up at any time in the future. If only he wasn't so strict, you'd already be eating your second pot of ice cream and listening to sad songs. "No one else will hurt you, I promise."

Half sniffling, half laughing, you looked at him like he was the most precious thing you'd ever seen. His friendship and his ever so sure words always gave you a sense of security, and until you found a way to go home you hoped he would stay by your side.

"But what if they try anyway?" Your voice was weak, fearful. You almost didn't want to fall in love with anyone else if it meant someone could cheat on you, lie to you, or, like this time, spread rumors about you.

"If they try anything I'll be there." Another voice sounded in the room almost making you jump. And the door opened, revealing Rook who was carrying an incredibly red pie. The scent of strawberries wafting through the air. His green eyes took you in slowly, memorizing every little thing. "Mon ange, as long as we're by your side, there's no reason to be afraid of anything or anyone. But let's think about something else now, oui?"

Vil eyed the pie suspiciously. He looked about to protest when you looked at him with your best puppy dog eyes, begging him to just let you have a bite of the delicious dessert Rook had probably spent some time trying to bake.

The model let out a sigh but was quick to remove the plate from the hunter's hands while the other, silly and cheerful, helped you to sit down and dropped a kiss on your forehead. The little things they did warm your heart and make you forget about it almost effectively.

"Say ah, Mon Ange." Rook encouraged, massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck softly.

And you rolled your eyes. "Ah!"

Vil spooned the pie over to you, watching as you happily ate it. The image was enough to make his heart ache with so much pent up affection, the model looked at his astute companion and they both found they felt the same way about you. Affection. Love. A will to protect you. You were just a little bunny who hopped up to its predators and decided it wanted to be close to them.

So like a little bunny you were captured.

"Vil…Rok…" Your words all blended together as black dots danced over your eyes. Everything around you was so light, so cold and the last thing you saw was the expression on your friends' faces as you passed out.

You don't know but one day, you'll thank them for protecting you from the asshole guys you thought you fell in love with. Oh, if only you knew what they were saying, what they were doing, your friends couldn't sit back and watch it happen. They had to act and get rid of them, an accident is always convenient and afterwards they could always smother you with their love, the love you seemed to need.

"Let's get them to a safe place." Hummed Rook looking excited. And Vil agreed.

#yandere rook hunt #yandere vil schoenheit #platonic yandere #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook x yuu #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil x yuu #twst vil #twst rook #twisted wonderland #lorkai imagine #tw yandere #tw drugging #tw kidnapping

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ Request: A request for an angsty Lucifer and Michael fic

*･゜ﾟ A/N: Wow, I loved this request. I kind of wanted to write to Michael before but I didn't have any good ideas so thanks for asking, anonie and hope you like it!

*･゜ﾟ Warnings: Angst, hurt / comfort, nightmares, possible typos, gn!reader. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

"Spare him, you bastard!" Is what Lucifer would scream if he weren't tied up and with his mouth covered, body and mind tired, almost collapsing on the hard floor of Michael's giant torture room. Small drops of blood trickled down his swollen cheeks, but the sight in front of him was far more painful than the way he felt at the moment.

He didn't mind the cuts on his body, the hard, uncomfortable floor he was forced to lie on by Rafael and watch as Michael tortured his little family. Adrenaline coursed through his body and he felt his hands as hot as if they were melting, fighting against the bonds that bound him, asking anyone who would listen to help his family.

His dearest brother.

The one that Lucifer scolded every time because he was always up to no good, but who made him laugh every time with his schemes, that brother he loved to pamper to see his precious smile and brought him little gifts from his travels. This brother was suspended in the air by the hand of the manic seraph. Red veins gleamed in his watery eyes, hid hand extended in the air as if asking for his older brother's help. Lucifer could almost feel his lungs losing air as he tried to breathe. Once, twice. The air did not seem to be inhaled.

And a loud sob escaped his throat as his brother's lifeless body fell to the floor. His eyes staring at Lucifer full of judgment and an unanswered plea for help. The same look he saw in Lilith's eyes as she fell, or in Asmo's swollen face that could never be admired after what Michael had done.

After he tried to fix each one of them.

"If only you were stronger, big brother…" mocked Michael, mimicking Levi's voice. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let his head fall back, enjoying the feel of fresh blood dripping from his fingers.

Cruelly, he sat down on Mammon's dead body. It was almost as if he didn't care that once, in the very distant time when they were all brothers, he had taught the dead angel about the constellations and the duties of an angel. It was as if he didn't feel love or empathy for either him, or Levi and especially Lucifer's son, whom received a much worse and more painful death.

"Oh, if only you still had your flaming sword that you loved to brag about." Michael shrugged, the corners of his lips pulling up almost demonically from his face as he licked the blood from his fingers and maintained eye contact with Lucifer, seeming to drink in the essence of despair and pain emanating from the MorningStar.

And Lucifer averted his eyes downward. He couldn't stand it all, couldn't stand the pain, couldn't stand his weakness, couldn't stand the thought that he was now all alone in the world. And few tears leaked from his red eyes, almost as if he didn't have many to cry from the shock.

The world seemed a little grayer, a little more monotonous. He felt as if everything had stopped around him, coming to a complete standstill as his brothers' bodies decorated the ground with blood and limbs. And the smell, one he had come to know when he became a demon and killed other demons, that specific smell of iron made him feel nauseous.

Raphael violently grabbed Lucifer's hair and abruptly lifted him so that he made eye contact with Michael once more, pulling him out of his melancholy thoughts.

The seraph had moved closer and closer to him as the fallen angel was lost within his suffering and the smile on his face widened as he savored every feeling seen in Lucifer's beautiful eyes. Michael massaged his dearest brother's hoed cheeks, as he had when he was a child. But the gesture had lost its meaning, it no longer comforted him. That gesture caused him hatred and suffering.

"Why…?"

Why did Michael kill them all?

Why cause so much pain?

Why hasn't he killed him yet?

Raphael touched Michael's shoulder and handed him a golden dagger. A dagger used to kill angels and demons, and only one that was in the possession of seraphs. And Michael watched the way the light reflected off the blade, admired it, and then looked at Lucifer.

"Because you and your brothers are flaws that shouldn't exist," he whispered softly. "the Father commands this to happen and I am His hands, so I will do His will."

A quick move. And pools of blood erupted from the thin skin of Lucifer's neck, his ruby eyes widened and he tried to feel the wound, struggling with the shortness of breath and the numbness that over the seconds passed over him. Every second he was closer to being reunited with his family again.

"I hope in your next life, dear brother, you don't do anything foolish. For I used to love you very much, friend, farewell." Michael muttered when the Morningstar stopped moving. A single tear trickled from his eye, but he recovered quickly and he handed the dagger back to Raphael.

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"Luci… Luci!" A loud voice called to him. A balm to the fallen angel's restless mind and he unconsciously moved closer to the source of heat, closer to the person who called to him so gently and caressed his scalp with great care. "My love, are you awake?"

Lucifer felt hot. And when his eyes slowly opened he realized that everything he had lived, everything he had suffered was just a fragment of a nightmare. A nightmare that once again showed him his fears and one that left him trembling at that moment. But he still took a deep breath and looked at you with tired eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?" You asked half suppressing a yawn, half full of curiosity. Lucifer was after all a quiet demon in his sleep but today specifically he was whimpering and tossing and turning. And that worried you.

When he chose to remain silent, you guided his head to your chest, hoping that whatever he dreamed of would be soothed when he heard the sound of your heart beating. Your fingers continued to comb his scalp gently, studying every expression that appeared on his face with care.

His furrowed brows slowly returned to their place and Lucifer seemed to be focusing his breathing in time with your heartbeat, slowly calming down as he processed the dream he had. A sneaky hand intertwined with your in a firm, light grip, and he looked up at you.

"You will never leave me, right?" You cupped his face in your hands and nodded, leaning down to place a slow kiss on his forehead.

"Never. You can't get rid of me that easy." You assured him with a smile. And it was true. You would always be there to take care of him just like he took care of you and his brothers.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me michael #obey me raphael #hurt / comfort #angst #lorkai imagine

[lorkai]

Hello!!! I love all of your barbatos fics! Could you do a barbatos courting a reader but is so awkward because he doesn’t know how to 😂. Thank you!!!

A/N: Hi hi darling, thank you!! Ngl this was one of my favorite requests to write, cuz awkward barbados? Yes please! I was imagining several scenarios but I only wrote three so it wouldn't be too long or tiring, but ahem I can elaborate on that in the future. Hope you like it, honey! 

Btw I proofread two times but lemme know if there’s any typo!

The ticking sound of his watches was driving him crazy. His state of mind was like his room, with locked doors and stairs leading to any and all other dimensions, it was confused and lost.

Barbatos sat in the middle of his dark room, his shoulders were slumped forward and an expression of doubt was painted on his handsome face, anyone who saw him there would think that something terrible had happened and that he was now going through a difficult situation. But that was far from the truth. The truth was, for days the only thing he'd been able to think about was a certain human who dominated his heart and made him act like an idiot every time he was in their presence. Living all those years alone made him think that romance and love were just fairy tales too good to be true, and even if it wasn't love at first sight, you proved to him through your actions that he could have something, only if he would just try a little, if only he would reach out and hold your heart like you held his so gently.

The first attempt

It's hard to talk about how he feels when there's a cultural barrier between the two of you, besides the fact that he doesn't know how you feel. Resigned, Barbatos lets out a sigh and lets his head hang to the side, he wanted not to think about what he would do if the love he came to nurture wasn't reciprocated. The thought alone sends a shiver down his spine in a totally unpleasant way, the familiar bitter taste filling his mouth as he tries to direct his thoughts towards positive things. And sitting there he remembers all his failed attempts to woo you, it was shameful and he wanted to hide his whole body in the dirt so he wouldn't have to leave his room and face you.

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   His first attempt at professing his love for you was surely more shameful than anything else, it wouldn't fade from his memory as quickly as your confused face. For long months he took on the intense task of cultivating for you a bouquet full of special and unique flowers, flowers that only bloomed in Devildom, but never withered or lost their beauty. Just as you would forever be like the beauty of a flower; strong, resilient and beautiful.

    He remembered how the petals began to elongate and grow, how soft to the touch and scented they were and he could already visualize the smile taking over your face as soon as you saw them. Barbatos remembered the time he spent in the gazebo cutting the flowers - similar to Morticia with the poor roses. It was a Devildom custom to cut the flowers from their stems and present this unusual bouquet to their beloved when one demon courted another. And he didn't even remember how the RAD hadn't introduced any of these customs and traditions to the exchange students, had he known that he would have given you full and beautiful flowers.

With his heart pounding he strode forward to the House of Lamentations, hoping none of the brothers would stand in his way, for they would know his intentions and Barbatos wanted anything but to deal with competition coming his way on that special day. The time demon didn't dare look at your reaction for the foreseeable future, not when it violates a few things, plus he had a hopeful certainty that you felt the same. Barbatos is one of the most modest and humble demons but he notices how your face lights up whenever your eyes meet or how you smile when he makes your favorite dessert, the little things seem to fuel a feeling crawling through your chest and more times than he could count, as soon as he held your hands he felt your hot skin, your rapid heartbeat and how you shivered.

The way to your room was smooth. The sound of voices and excited screams came from Levi's room which was where he supposed all the brothers were gathered, the butler entered your room as soon as he received your permission and smiling, almost tripping over his own legs, he approached the table of studies and showed you the bouquet. Your face was comical as the seconds passed and your silence perpetuated.

“Is it not to your liking?” He remembers asking hesitantly.

“It's my first time getting a bouquet without flowers.” You admitted, scratching your head and taking the bunch of stems in your arms not knowing how to react. You seemed to want to ask what happened to the flowers, but chose to remain silent and look to the butler for an explanation.

The second attempt

Barbatos doesn't even remember what little lie he told you that day, but he remembers the feeling of wanting to bury his head in the dirt like an ostrich very well.

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  More aware and now considering human courtship ways, Barbatos formulated another plan to talk about his feelings. After the first attempt and your confusion he just couldn't bring himself to talk about how you were the sun to his moon, the whipped cream to his cake, and so the gesture was a little in vain. If you realized what he was trying to do you either kept quiet to spare his dignity or ignored him because you didn't feel the same way he did, and the second assumption hurt him a little. He was hoping you'd turned a blind eye to the cultural difference and let him remake his plan.

    He was now planning to write a letter with all his feelings to ask your permission to officially court you. It was a simple but elegant letter, he had a very beautiful cursive and Barbatos was proud to know that his words were well articulated and thought from a to z. He'd even drawn a smiley face on the envelope because it was cute and human beings like cute things, or that's what Solomon had said.

And theatrically he let a trained bird deliver the letter to you, counting every minute in the hopes of hearing the D.D.D playing or hearing your hurried footsteps running down the hall towards his room, like those protagonists in romance stories did once they realized that they did in fact love the other character. But thirty minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into two hours. He was about to climb the walls, pulling the hair out of his head and destroying the kitchen when he received a simple message followed by a photo of his letter.

   A message that read “Good night, Barb. I received your letter, but... It's all written in demonic language. Can you tell me what it means?”

The third attempt

Yeah, it looked like he was so nervous that he was switching between demon language and human language. He really should learn to control his nervous heart.

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  By far the third attempt was the least awkward. A ball was being organized to celebrate Diavolo's birthday and Barbatos had asked you to dance with him. He guided you perfectly and you seemed to float along with the notes of the songs, like fairies float, like the sea ripples, you were unparalleled beauty and you were having a great time, laughing like a little child after drinking a glass or two of wine.

   “Barb, do ya’know I like you a lot?” You said, your hands roaming over his shoulders and face as you spun around once, twice and glided across the ballroom like it was yours for the entire night. The butler's face immediately lit up at your words and he almost wanted to jump like a child, but he caught himself and smiled. "You have a very pretty face, it's very... squeezable."

“Thanks for the compliment, Mc.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter and looked into your eyes with determination. Anyone looking at you now could see the difference in posture and the confidence you exuded. “There is something of valuable importance that I have been trying to tell you for some time, however, it always seems that I use the most wrong methods to communicate what I feel growing inside me. What I mean is, Mc, you..."

   Tired and confused, the butler took refuge in his room. Sometimes he wanted life to be like The Sims game that with just a few commands made things work, alas, things weren't like that. Barbatos hugged the plush you gave him and buried his face in its neck imagining it was you there, with your warmth and scent, with your hair tickling his ears and your breath hitting his face. He wanted you there, whether you rejected him or not, he just wanted to be able to look at you and touch you - not in a weird way, more like a person admiring a painting. Because you were art in his eyes.

 “MCCCCCC!” Mammon's scream echoed through the dance floor and in the next second the avatar of greed hid behind your body so Lucifer wouldn't punish him. And that was the third time he tried to tell you how he felt and woo you. After that you had to go away and drag the two demons away to have a talk with them.

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The passage of time became confusing for him after his thoughts started to fade and mix like water and sand on the beach, like milk and chocolate. Everything was quiet and comfortable, maybe he had fallen asleep, but Barbatos only opened his eyes when he felt something on his cheek, a hand. He looked up in confusion and saw you there, standing with your face mere inches from him, watching him. You smiled and sat down beside him, taking his hand in both of yours affectionately as you studied the doors lining the walls and trying to guess what material they were made of. Was it wood or something else? Perhaps they are magical doors?

"It's a little cruel to admit it, but I know what you've been trying to do all along." You turned to him after a few seconds. The two of you were shaking like autumn leaves, and Barbatos' ever-stoic face was filled with fear and surprise, tinged with an unusual pallor with fear of rejection. And squeezing his hand you smiled trying to pass a reassuring air. “I feel the same way you feel. Sorry to make you have these mini heart attacks while trying to confess, but I didn't know how to react whenever I received your gifts. I confess that I loved the bouquet of stems though. It was unexpected, in a good way!”

Barbatos released his breath at once and buried his face between his knees, you gave him a second to compose himself as you traced his fingers under his glove. His heart was still pounding against his chest and he looked like he was hit by a volleyball in the face, but finally he pulled you closer, to his chest and hugged you like his life depended on it. Tears of happiness came down in his eyes, finally he could forget his fear of rejection and his worries, you had chosen him and he would do anything to keep your heart in his hands. He would take care of you forever.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #gn mc #gn reader #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #fluff #fluffy #lorkai imagine #i laugh way too hard writing this ngl #hope u like it

[lorkai]

Hi! Can I request idia and vil x f reader angst? (Seperately) She can conjure ghosts and control them but it's taken a toll on her, the right half of her face has turned half dead, like the norse goddess hel Her appearance was important to her and now she's insecure, in the Halloween event people think she's in costume and kids get scared if her. This makes her incredibly upset, how does idia react?

*･゜ﾟ A/N: I took a while with this request, but it was because I really liked it and wanted to write it this way or that and I couldn't decide which version was better lol. Also I have to say I had a lot of fun writing this, thanks for requesting and I hope you like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

This ability wasn't something you asked for or wished for - if anything, you wanted more to go home than gain magical powers. And that magic was a consequence of something that happened as soon as you arrived in this world, the blot monster had hit you with a weird blow and you thought that was the cause of your powers; you could control and even conjure ghosts now. Crowley didn't try hard enough to look for satisfying answers and between surviving with what little you had, having to deal with your three idiots and doing the director's job, you didn't have time to look for answers either.

The sight reflected in front of you was disgusting and made your stomach churn every second you stood in front of the mirror and touched the non-existent skin of your face. The sensation was unpleasant and all you could think about was how you turned into a freak, this was a result of your magic. After all, everyone knows that magic usually takes something in exchange for the power it offers and the price you were paying just wasn't fair.

In the beginning this skill was incredible. You could defend yourself against the other students by controlling the ghosts or invoking them to help you, to defend you. At first you didn't feel so different from the other students because you also possessed a different kind of magic, although everything was strange that no one seemed to understand, but now it has all turned into a nightmare. Everyone has already started to notice and comment on his unusual appearance, especially during the halloween party that Professor Crewel has planned.

“Wow Yuu, your makeup looks incredibly scary.” Epel had said, dressed as a vampire.

“What is that on your face?” Ace laughed, pointing at you.

"Your face looks so weird with that on it. What are you dressed up as, death?" Sebek, without the slightest tact or delicacy, asked with a frown and a look full of judgment.

The problem was... you weren't wearing a costume. The flesh and skin of your face had started to dissolve a few weeks ago and in a few days the skeleton on the right side of your face would be visible for all to see. You have tried many things to stop the progression of this disease or curse, or whatever else is happening to you, but to no avail. And sitting on your bedroom floor you wonder why this has to happen to you, you were absolutely beautiful. But not anymore.

Now you were something far from the ideal and perfect that you've grown used to and it makes you cry loud enough for the sound to echo throughout the room.

Let the festivities splinter! May the world explode! May Crowley's pillows be warm when he lies down to sleep!

Right now all that matters is letting the pain leave you, just as you're sure Ace and Deuce will leave you when they notice your face isn't pretty anymore. Or how people will whisper more about you. No matter how much you rub your eyes or take a deep breath, the tears don't stop falling and in the distance, you hear a peculiar noise. The sound of footsteps.

Your heart beats wildly inside your chest as you wait for the person to walk right by, not stop at your door or try to enter. You don't have the strength to get up and you don't even have the strength to scream that they don't come in as soon as the doorknob moves, you doesn't have the strength to hide your tearful eyes from his soft gaze nor to push him away when his arms encircle your waist and he pulls you into a hug, letting you cry until your heart is calm again.

You lift your face to see him:

Vil Schoenheit stared back at you. Silky hands caressed your cheeks as if to feel your skin - or lack thereof. And you know he can understand everything with just one look; your pain, your fear and all your insecurity. His lilac eyes carry a softness that makes you shed a few more tears because even now, with your horrible appearance, Vil seems to love you as always.

As if nothing had changed. As if you were still the same beautiful girl he met months ago.

"Don't look at me that way… Not like that…" You pull away from his hands, which bring you so much comfort, and hug your knees even tighter, hiding your face from his gaze. You didn't want him, the epitome of perfection, looking at you right now. “I look awful! You, uh, should leave me and go.”

“I'm sorry, my sweet potato,” he whispers into your ear, tucking your hair behind your ear. His gestures are calculated not to stress you out further and you know it, listening to him hum and his hands working wonders on your tense shoulders. “But I won't leave you alone. Not when I know you're going to keep swimming in these bad thoughts instead of focusing on what's important.”

You chuckled. "And what would be important, Schoenheit?"

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Vil smiles and cups your chin, guiding your face towards his. His soft lips brush over yours, his eyes locked on yours. "Beauty comes in many forms, not just the outer appearance, but the inner appearance as well. You are still beautiful in my eyes and if you can't see that for yourself, I'll make sure you do."

Idia Shround can be many things. But dense isn't one of them, he knew something was wrong when you repeatedly didn't want to spend time playing with him in his room anymore or when you insisted you couldn't go to school because you were sick. Small lies at first that he chose to ignore because he thought he was being influenced by his habit of overthinking things, sitting beside you and holding your hands now, Idia knows he should have sought you out sooner, listened to you more early.

At least she wouldn't be in pain, that's what he thought. It's a little awkward to sit in a dark room and say nothing, but he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing and make the situation worse than it is.

"You should go." You murmur to him, softly. There are no more tears to cry and no voice to scream, at that moment the only thing you want is to wrap yourself in the covers and go into hibernation for long months so you don't have to deal with the pain. "I bet you're disgusted by my face. I mean, it's kind of repulsive, it's weird to the touch. Maybe it's contagious too."

He can't say he's seen anything like it, but he's pretty sure it's not contagious. His fingers are quick as he searches your condition through the S.T.Y.X database, determined to help you this time.

"Yuu-shi, you really are a funny person," he murmurs, holding your hand even tighter as he looks at you with great appreciation. The same look you loved. "my hair is literally fire and you think it's cute, I smile like a maniac and you said it's your favorite smile, and you have every reason not to like someone like me. But I don't see any reason not to like or accept it you, both then and now. Say what you will, I'll still stand by you and make you realize it."

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