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normansnt · 2 months

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Could I request a third part of the prince? I love it!

YES OMG YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST HIIII THANK YOU SM IM HAPPY YOU LIKE IT🧡🧡

Yeah I might have forgot to mention I do in fact take requests😎

Actually ya'll have been loving the prince series and I was wondering if you want me to making it into like a full blown story like following the series events and what not, or like just a little series of cute scenarios?

Let me know.

Warnings:

The prince (part 3)

(Alastor x male reader)

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Currently you were arguing with your father. Since the moment he found out you are dating Alastor he was not happy, to say the least.

"Why the sudden urge to leave? Is it not good here anymore because I can clean up the rubber ducks-"

"No dad thats not the point I just think I'm old enough to move out and Charlie has her hotel with a lot of rooms, and I mean I guess her dream is not that impossible-"

"Yeah right, like I'm going to believe that you just want to move in with that bambi of yours" he scoffed

"Dont call him- thats not- ok fine yeah, I want to move in with Alastor why is that such a problem I am a grown ass adult I can do as I please." And with that you left the room to pack.

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"I swear, he still thinks I am a kid." You were pacing in Alastor's room while he was sitting on a couch and calmly drinking tea.

"He let Charlie go?? Why not me why cant I do what I want with my life" you continued your angry ranting while unpacking you clothes.

At this point you were basically moved in with Alastor. You had all your stuff there you just needed to unpack, which he solved with a flick of his wrist. You could have done that too, but your father raised both you and your sister to not be careless with the amount of power you have, also you were busy rambling.

"*sigh*...thank you honey." You said quietly as you took a seat next to him slumping into the couch.

Alastor looked at you. Till now he was just half listening to you ramble and he thought you would feel better once you let it out and you two could cuddle but right now you looked even more sad, defeated even.

This did not sit right with him. If there was anything he hated most was seeing you sad or hurt.

He took a hold of your hand and put his other one on your cheek to guide your head to look at him.

"My dear, this issue will be resolved just as any other, you will make up with your father." He reassured you with a smile.

"I know but than it will start again, and I'm starting to feel like he will never accept you even though you are so important to me and... it's just too much right now, I'm sorry I need to be alone." And with that you left.

There it was again. That stinging feeling in his chest. Alastor had to take matters into his own hands.

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You walked down the stairs and took a seat by the bar.

"Damn kid, rough day?" Asked Husk as you put your head into your hands and groaned.

"Thats one way to put it, can you please get me a whisky on the rocks" you said in your ever so kind voice.

Husk liked you. On contrary to your father and older sister you were calm, quiet and well spoken. All this while still having the heart of gold they have as well.

He never understood how a charming young man such as yourself would find himself in a relationship with a demon like Alastor.

During your numerous visits to the Hotel you have talked to Husk a lot and you two became really good friends. The same went for Angel who usually joined you guys. You three usually sat by the bar chatting for hours.

"Hi (Y/N)," you heard Angels voice approaching as you sipped on your whisky. He took a seat next to you and shared a quick kiss with Husk. You chuckled to yourself quietly, you have been rooting for the two from the very beginning and when they finally got together you were so happy you shedded a few tears.

"Hi Angel" you gave him a small smile but he saw through it.

"Aww, toots hard times?" He asked as Husk handed him his drink.

"It's a long story" you answered.

"We got time" said Husk encouragingly.

You smiled a little than started telling the story.

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Alastor was on his way to find Charlie. He needed to solve the situation or he had to gauge his own eyes out so he doesn't have to see you sad.

He figured if he got your father to come to the hotel you can talk things out. As well as, he is going to try and make an effort not to be a complete ass with him but Lucifer has to try and be nice as well, for your sake.

He needed Charlie for this because if Alastor asked Lucifer to come he would not. However if Charlie asked, he'd be there in a second.

"Oh Charlie?" He wondered into the princess's room.

"Yes? OH Alastor HI how is my brother doing?" She asked with excitement. She was more than thrilled that her little brother is going to move into her hotel.

"Not so well I'm afraid I acquire your assistance to make him feel better"

"What? Whats the problem is he ok? Did you hurt him? Alastor I do not care how helpful you are around here if you hurt my little brother-" Her eyes started glowing red as her hair was swept into the air and her horns started to show.

Before this could go any further Alastor cut her off.

"My dear, rest assured I would kill hell's entire population and my self before causing any harm to your darling brother." He said calmly.

"Oh, then whats the problem?" Asked Charlie now calm.

And so Alastor explained everything to Charlie.

When Alastor and Charlie knocked on her father's door there was no answer. They looked at one another and Charlie checked if it was open. It was, so they could go in without problems.

"Hello? Dad?" Yelled Charlie as her voice echoed in the huge mansion.

"YOU, It's your fault you took them away from me" they heard as they looked to their right.

In seconds Alastor was tackled to the floor with a very angry Lucifer on top.

When Charlie registered what she was seeing she started to pull her father off of the Radio demon to almost no avail. The devil wouldn't budge.

"YOU TOOK BOTH OF MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IS THAT ENOUGH?"

Lucifer was not happy. He was yelling in his demon form wings out and fire spewing from his mouth.

"DAD"

Everyone stopped. You were standing in the door looking at the scene before you, baffled.

You rarely raised your voice, so to hear it this loud and clear shocked most people in the room.

You cleared your throat. And said in your normal calm voice again.

"Can we talk in private."

Lucifer calmed down and followed you into the room you left to.

When he entered the room to his surprise, you hugged him.

"Listen dad, I understand that both of your kids growing up is hard for you, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone but I need my space I'm starting to live my life and its with Alastor because I love him."

You said in a very gentle tone.

Your dad looked at you for some time then hugged you again.

"You really love him, kiddo?" He looked at you with understanding eyes as he let go.

"I do, dad I really do." You answered.

Your dad sighed. He took a hold of your hands.

"All that matters to me is that you are happy. I'm sorry I have been such a jerk about it but...it's so hard to let you kids go, you will always be my babies" He sniffed lightly.

You chuckled at that and squeezed his hands.

"Can you please make an effort to not hate Alastor?" You tried.

He groaned.

"Yeah, yeah I'll see what I can do but he needs to be cooperative"

You walked out of the room.

Charlie stood up with tears in her eyes and hugged you both.

"Oh...the walls are thin here aren't they?" You asked as you looked at your dad.

"Yeaaah, forgot to mention that."

"You guys, I'm so happy you made up are we ok now?" She asked between sniffles.

"Yeah, we are ok" you smiled at your dad.

After your sister let you go from her crushing embrace Alastor walked up to you.

"I- listen no pressure about saying-" he cut you off by swapping you off your feet into a breathtaking kiss.

"I...I love you too, darling" he said quietly, without the radio statics, he said it in his real voice, as he put his forehead on yours.

"OK, see, I promised to be nice but there is no need to rub it in my face" your father said as he dragged you away.

Alastor straightened up and, with the static back in his voice and an eye twitching, he held his hand out to your father.

"I promise to make an effort to not murder you" he smiled eerily at your dad.

Lucifer had a brooding expression on his face but shook the radio demons hand none the less.

"Thank you." You said at last as you hugged both of them. They hugged you back. While glaring at each other behind your back.

Sure they are gonna make an effort. When you're looking.

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TADA

I really hope you like it again thank you for the request.

Also please let me know if y'all want any of what I mentioned in the beginning.

When Alastor's staff broke and he started talking w/o the statics I was ON MY KNEES.

I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ON OF YOU WHO LIKE MY STORIES THEY HAVE RECEIVED A LOT OF LOVE AND IM THANKFUL BEYOND IMAGINATION THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU💗💗

OK LOVE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/MORNING WHATEVER MWUAH💋

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al-of-the-stars · 1 month

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poly vees! poly vees! where everyone loves eachother

anyways, the vee's find themselves attracted to an imp!reader (maybe only one or two at first). i love the upper class x lower class dynamic ajhs

the imp was originally just trying to be a thief in peace and rob them, but they get caught in the process.

gn! reader is more desirable but you can go for a fem or male reader if you want!!

-🍋 anon

"Stole our hearts. (and our money lol)"

A/n: Hi, 🍋! This reminded me a bit of Blitzo and Stolas from Helluva Boss lol Ik I said this before but I'm not too familiar with poly relationships so I'm so sorry if I got anything wrong! I did gn reader but I did mention reader wearing one of Velvette's dresses so I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable! Hope you enjoy!!

Imps were never respected in the hell hierarchy. How ironic that the ones who fucked up enough to get sent here are treated better than the innocent demons who never even got a chance at life in the first place. This was the reason you decided to become a thief. If no one was willing to hire the lowlife so that you could make an honest living, you would steal to live a comfortable life. You weren't a Saint by any means but you weren't evil enough to steal from your own kind, only people who either deserved it or people who could afford to be stolen from. That includes overlords, and more specifically, your latest victims, the Vees. They were known for their social influence on the residents of hell, but you didn't really care much since overlords only live in the pride ring and imps usually residents in Imp City in the wrath ring. That, however, doesn't mean you won't travel there and take their shit. You were currently at Vee Tower late at night. Everyone was asleep so you had the perfect chance to do your job and quickly scurry off, or at least that's what you thought, You usually work fast but that doesn’t take into account the time constraint of Vox’s new security system. The moment you touched the vase, a loud alarm rang and a few seconds later, Vox and his tired partners came up to you.

“What do you think you're doing,” Vox said, his business smile faltering. Shit. You underestimated this guy's inventions. “Oh.. uhhh..” you were at a loss for words. What were you even supposed to say? ‘Hey I was about to steal this vase that you own’? Absolutely not. Luckily for you, they didn't seem to mind as much as you thought they would. Little did you know that every time you had stolen from the Overlords, they had known you were there. Although they didn't exactly appreciate you stealing their belongings, they had taken a bit of a liking towards you. Even when being mischievous little shit, you still had a sort of charm. Like when you were stealing one of Vox's newest prototypes and spent 10 whole minutes trying to figure out what it did before giving up and furiously putting it in the bag. Or that time you stole one of Velvette's dresses and before putting it in the bag you put it on, just for funsies. She had to admit, you didn't look half bad in her designs, maybe when you finally date them, she can ask you to model for her. And the time you tried to steal one of the blankets from one of Val's studios, which surprisingly sell for a lot. You hurriedly put it in the bag, trying to touch it as little as possible, who knows what things people had done in those blankets. They slowly fell for you one by one, maybe next time, they can finally ask you out. Once they give you the world, you finally won't have to steal their things.

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brights-place · 2 months

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hihi!! i didn’t see that asks were closed but if they are then please ignore:)

can you do an alastor x fem/gn mafia boss? (from 1920s)

tysm!! soz if it’s too specific:(

Alastor x Mafia boss! Reader

Pairings: Alastor X F!Reader (platonic!)

Warnings: Death, murder, Drugs, Weaponry

A/N: Alastor Is aroace so I'm making it platonic because well as an person under the aroace umbrella since I'm an pansexual person who is an mix of an cupioromantic and demi-sexual person so yeahhh! Anyways hope you enjoy the request! <33

- When you first arrived in hell you were confused looking around the area their were beings and strange creatures walking around - The area appeared to be a rundown city and industrial area with rampant criminal and gang activity as the sky was filled with red stars and an flipping coin that was suppose to be the moon...?

- You stood up looking down at yourself and back around seeing signs that had the word 'Mammon' on it or an sigil of an M which made you confused

- You staretd to walk around eyebrows furrowed at whoever or whatever tried to reach you as you easily took them down.

- Next thing you knew after a day you were ruling a spot in the greed ring… you don’t know how! You just DID - You were soon known as 'Lady Ploutos' the woman who held wealth and power which made you an target but it was very easy for you to take them down with an snap of your fingers - You soon became an 'overlord' whatever that mean't to you. You were soon invited to an 'Overlord' meeting which you complied to go to due to the fact you were bored and you currently weren't gun smuggling or committing some more crimes

- Due to having relations with Mammon and helping him gain more wealth that the greedy man wanted he'd allow you to leave and come back whenever you pleased

- As you left the greed ring after having permission from mammon you stared out the window of the car watching everything shift as you were now in the pride ring.

- Your driver dropped you off as you hopped out of the car and glanced behind you to the driver who whipped his gun up swiftly towards your direction as you didn't turn around to face him once more as an blood curdling scream was heard after some moments later you glanced back to the car - His body was limp against the steering wheel eyes rolled back and his jaw ripped off showing only the top layer of his teeth and face as one eye was popping out his head like an caterpillar or an worm peaking out from an apple his body pale and numb as the deads driver bottom half of the jaw was on the car floor with blood pooling out of what was left of the males mouth as an wound was noticed coming from the nape down to his abodoem.

- You couldn't care less as you continued to walk up to an elevator noticing an male with an strange posture standing there with small eggs? following him with an taller slender male beside him as the two turned towards you as you walked past them and entered the elevator

- After the meeting you were absolutely confused scratching your head "What the fuck was that?" You uttered as you glanced across the table to Zeezi who was laughing as you glanced to the angel head that was being poked by Alastor the radio demon who glanced towards you as you muttered an “The fuck?” In an confused tone

- When you both left the meeting you entered the same Elvator as alastor spoke “You are Lady Plotous right?” “Yeah People call me that but I’m actually called (Name) my title is something those imbeciles call me” You said waving your hand dissmisvly as Alastor smiled “Alastor. Charmed to meet the person who controls the greed ring! Didn’t think their was someone outside of the pride ring who controls that half” You raised an brow “Uh huh” you said shaking his hand

- You both created an bond about how you both enjoyed peoples sufferings and making deals

- Your company is good for him since you both waited for frank to come down after snopping and being an spy.

- The news of Angels being killed made you smirk and chuckled as Alastor smirked you two sharing an look

- You flipped open your phone and texted your right hand man to get ready to order some angelic weapons since you HAD the money. - As an Mafia leader well people thought you were the Mafia leader but you were actually the god father of the mafia's around the greed ring even crimson was an puppet of yours. - Godfather also known as (The Boss of all Bosses) or (The King) It is a phrase used mainly by the media, public and the law enforcement community to indicate a supremely powerful crime boss in the Sicilian or American Mafia who holds great influence over the whole empire. It has seldom been given to specific bosses because it could create tension between different factions (otherwise known as families) within the Mafia. Typically the title is awarded de facto to the boss of the most powerful Mafia family which was you. - You were ruthless and cruel yet sometimes gave pity which some said was an flaw but secretly you needed some people to think you were low ranking unaware that you were above them.

- Whoever asked you for money you would give you were technically an loan shark yet you still killed whoever disobeyed you and ere you were right now

- You were in the pride ring beating the shit out of someone who had owed you money with brass knuckles as Alastor was walking down the street to hear the grunts

- He smiled when seeing you with blood coating your fingers and some on your face as you smiled "Alastor! My favorite Overlord!" You called out chuckling walking over smirking as Alastor spoke "My! What have you been up to?" "beating the shit outta an asshole who owed me" You said shrugging

- Alastor would visit you and would smirk just to ask if he could make deals with your victims which you allowed sometimes since you enjoyed how Alastor worked

- When Alastor was gone for 7 years you were annoyed to lose an close friend- I MEAN Colleague!

- When he returned you invited him over to have some drinks and wanted him to tell you about where he had went yet he didn't tell you anything which you found annoying but understood.

- You enjoy listening to Alastor is stories and when he cooks some Jambalya he says you have good taste

- You both bond on liking Jazz and sipping Whisky together

- You figured out he was Aroace the second when an woman tried to hit on him. It was entertaining

- When your stressed and overworked with your useless Soldiers not doing their jobs properly Alastor dosen't mind pulling an few strings... and limbs to help you out - You enjoyed Alastor is company I mean he is the radio demon he is the most cruel overlord with you coming second since you weren't as bad as him - Your bond was strong and tight for an Mafia leader and well an Radio man.

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mrskokushibo · 11 months

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From Desire

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

A/N: This story is inspired by an Ask from the lovely @cursetopia ❤️ as well as my rp with Kokushibo involving an o/c I created. It is very au-ish and not my usual style. But let's see what you guys think. Next week I will be back with a "proper" smut: the requested Kokushibo x nun!reader- it will be dirrrrty 😁😁🔥

Synopsis: Kokushibo has an affair and it results in his mistress getting pregnant.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Vaginal penetration. Kokushibo x o/c.

Word count: 3832

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She was sitting peacefully with her eyes closed listening to the sounds of swords clashing coming from the courtyard. To her, it was the closest thing to music, being a seasoned warrior and a swordsman herself she could distinguish each different strike and parry by only listening to how the metal resonated upon contact. The force, the angle of attack, and the type of blow gave out a unique tone, not dissimilar to singing or an instrument, that created a unique musical score. This always triggered her senses to pick up a katana and join in the lethal dance.

She loved nothing more than to practice her sword techniques, but it brought her almost as much joy knowing, that her beloved child was learning from the same man that once taught her. A few deep breaths and she was done with her meditation. She stood up and straightened her exquisite kimono, it was black and adorned with red and purple dragonflies. The obi was golden with one single red dragonfly on one side. Slowly and quietly, she walked up toward the open shoji door and without getting noticed, leaned on the frame with her arms crossed, observing the two warriors training in the courtyard. The dimmed light from the lanterns illuminating the enclosed space was causing orange flashes to reflect on the metal of the blades, giving the sparring a resemblance to lightning flashes crashing at immense speeds.

They were magnificent to watch. The two Upper Moons, Kokushibo and her son, Hayate. Their technique was flawless, it was almost like a dance with both opponents striking and parrying with pre-calculated precision. They were such impressive men too, her son’s resemblance to Upper Moon One was striking: he had the same tall and massive build, and he also shared a similarly handsome face with six eyes, though these eyes were pale jade green, just like hers. He had long, thick unruly black hair with purple streaks, that he tied up in a half ponytail, with most of the glorious locks hanging down freely and cascading like a cape down his back.

But he was also so different from his father: where Kokushibo was stoic and reserved, with very few words to ever say to anyone, Hayate was playful and chatty and he was never far away from firing the most charming of smiles. His personality was mischief personified and he was so alike her in character that it often made her shake her head at his adventures. His popularity with the female demons was immense, but luckily the young man was also just as ambitious and focused as his father, so these types of adventures were relatively under control. Although, she did hear rumours about a few hearts getting broken thanks to Hayate. She knew all too well how that felt and secretly sympathised with the females. But she did not have much influence over his romantic choices, just as she did not have any control over his father’s …. If only things were different… she sighed, but quickly rejected the thought.

The two males stopped practicing and the younger threw his head back in laughter:

‘You are getting slow, father. A few more years and we will be swapping places’

His eyes sparkled as he sheathed his katana sticking it under the obi of his sober black outfit.

Kokushibo’s reaction was as expected, a shake of the head and a sigh

‘Son, you do not wish to change the hierarchy. It will cause uproar.’

His limited sense of humour was funny on its own and caused Hayate to often tease him almost to a breaking point. Throughout the years she always admired Kokushibo’s patience with the head-strong and energetic boy. She only wished that these moments together were more frequent, but this would not have been possible.

At the time that Hayate was conceived, Kokushibo already had a fiancée, a stunning Upper Moon demon, so her own existence had to quickly be hidden away. With the exception of Muzan, who needed to know everything that was happening at the Infinity Castle, and surprisingly Douma, who was more supportive of her than of the prudish Kokushibo in that specific instance. Her affair with Upper Moon One caused enough of a scandal and the presence of his pregnant mistress would simply be damaging to his reputation. So, together with Muzan, Kokushibo organised for her to stay in a lavish mansion within the confines of the Infinity Castle, but hidden away well enough that not even Nakime knew of its existence. Well, especially not Nakime…

She never lacked anything and her life raising Hayate was one filled with joy. Her sociable nature allowed her to gain a tight-knit circle of friends, and…she became close with Douma. A very physical relationship that never seemed to drain out of fuel for the carnal passion they shared. As for Kokushibo…well, they still shared their moments… but overall, the friendship they shared was the foundation of their interactions and a prerequisite to being able to raise Hayate without conflicts.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Kokushibo.

‘I must go now. Muzan summoned me on a mission again. By the way, our son is progressing well. This makes me glad’

Hayate butted in on the conversation: ‘Progressing well? But Father, I am beyond that, I nearly beat you.’ He laughed again and winked at her.

‘Only because I let you’

Kokushibo replied, but now with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth. He gave his son a pat on the back. There was so much love in their interaction and she could not have been more grateful for that. Fathers and sons not always got along, Kokushibo experienced that on his own skin, and maybe that was part of the reason he was such a great parent to Hayate.

He turned to her again:

‘Are you going to be …. alone tonight?’

It always amused her, how from the very beginning of their interactions, he was so concerned over her romantic interests. Odd for someone claiming to have no real interest in her…

‘You know I won’t be.’

She smiled gently and blushed at the thought of what she and her lover had in store for tonight. Especially, since Hayate was out of the mansion pursuing his own desires with some new female.

Upon his leave, she gave Kokushibo a hug and he reciprocated, squeezing her small body in friendly affection.

‘Please, stay safe’ she whispered to him.

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18 years earlier

It was a lazy week, with all missions called off and Infinity Castle more quiet than usual. Kokushibo was resting in his large mansion awaiting a visit from a female lower-rank demon. It was unusual for him to have visitors other than his fiancée, but he made an exception for this one. The female demon requested the visit with endorsement from Muzan-sama himself, which sparked Kokushibo’s interest.

‘Master, she is here’ a servant appeared bowing to him.

Without a word and with a subtle hand gesture Kokushibo indicated that she could be let in. The servant moved to the side to let the female in and left quietly sliding the door behind him. He observed the female in silence as she slowly moved to the middle of the room and bowed politely, accompanied only by the gentle shuffle of silk upon silk. She was dressed in an expensive black kimono with red, gold, and purple details, that was hugging her hourglass figure. Her hair was long, shiny, and dark purple. And when she finally lifted her gaze to him, he was met with a pair of large, sparkling pale jade green eyes. But what caught his attention was that she had a katana at her side.

‘What is your name, demon?’ He decided to break the silence.

‘Akatsuki, my Lord.’

‘Hmm, tell me, Akatsuki. What brings you here?’

She was becoming a little wary, his deep voice and presence intimidating her more than she expected. She steadied herself and responded.

‘I am here by Lord Muzan’s recommendation. I would like to respectfully ask you to train me.’

Kokushibo was taken aback by her directness. Train her? Why would he do something like that? He looked her up and down and tilted his head back pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes.

‘That is a very bold request. Who are you to ask such a thing of me?’

Akatsuki’s heart sank for a moment. But then she remembered Lord Muzan’s instructions: *tell your story in a compelling manner and you will see that he is not as scary as he comes across*

She straightened her back and started talking.

‘Very well, my Lord. Would you care to hear my story if that is what is required for you to make up your mind?’

‘Yes, go ahead.’ He had time and did not mind a good story, as long as it was not him doing the talking.

‘Well, Master. I come from a faraway place called Europa. I lived in a time before you even were born. I always enjoyed books and learning how things worked, I gained knowledge in how to treat wounds and deliver children, and soon enough I was busy helping the local people with their health problems. Unfortunately, I also attracted the attention of men, and when that attention was given by the wrong one, upon rejection, his hurt pride made him report me to the Church for practicing witchcraft. When the inquisitors tormented me, I no longer prayed to God for mercy, because what evil deity would allow for such misdoing? No, I prayed that demons would avenge me, if hell was where they thought I belonged that it might just as well be hell that saves me.’

‘ And so, on the night preceding my execution, a demon approached me in my dark cell and offered me a transformation. And I accepted. I never once regretted my decision as my life has been an adventure, I never thought possible. I traveled the continent as I pleased, learned magic from the WItchers of Eastern Europe, and entertained powerful men in the courts of the West and in the Harems of the exotic Middle East. Eventually, the people over there learned how to kill demons and my life was in danger once again. But as it seems to be my fate I got lucky once more, in the Harem of the Sultan of Turkey I met a courtesan, a stunning oriental beauty and she told me tales of the new powerful Demon King, Muzan, that was gaining power in Japan.’

‘For me, the decision was an easy one. I arrived in Japan in the late Sengoku era. I was quickly introduced to lord Muzan who was curious about a demon not originating from his own blood. This was also the reason I could never rise in the ranks as my powers were so different from the local demons. Nevertheless, I gained his trust and since then I have served him well. You know, Master, I spotted you on one of my first visits to Lord Muzan, but never dared approach you. It took me decades and a lot of sword training to even dare ask Lord Muzan to put in a word for me with you. Thank you for giving me your time to listen to my story.’

She bowed to him and went silent.

Kokushibo was clearly fascinated by her story. He had his eyes fixated on her all the while she was talking and when she stopped, after a moment of silence, he responded.

‘Very well, then. I will train you if you have the aptitude. Be ready tomorrow. I will summon you.’

‘Thank you, my Lord’ She gave him a deep bow and quietly left the room.

In the weeks and months that followed, their training progressed seamlessly. Her aptitude and skills were more than sufficient and he was amazed that she really was one of the best sword fighters he has ever encountered. Of course, he knew she would never reach his level as he was the best there was, but the effort and steady progress were leaving him very satisfied. To her surprise and relief, he was a very patient and fair sensei. Never losing his temper or trying deliberately to harm her.

Their relationship slowly evolved into friendship, she even noticed he was beginning to understand her sense of humour. As for him, he really enjoyed how lively she was, he was never bored around her and it was almost as if she had the ability to bring out the child in him. Everything seemed perfect until that fateful night. As friendly as their interactions were, she was a very hotblooded female, and being around him did not leave her unmoved...

She was extremely attracted to him sexually. He was impressive and her senses were sometimes playing tricks on her, beyond what she could have any control over. Her thoughts wandered to dirty places and she was undressing him in her mind, imagining him doing things to her. She tried to never think like this with him present, but afterward, she was forced to touch herself. She was always worried whether he could sense her feelings, him having constant and uninterrupted access to the transparent world…

On that night, she was interrupted in her sleep by someone barging into her chamber. It was Kokushibo, standing there at the foot of her futon with his katana drawn, ready to attack. She sprang out of bed, wearing essentially nothing more than her breast binding and a minuscule fundoshi. She quickly grabbed her katana from underneath her bed and positioned herself in a defensive stance.

‘What are you doing here, my Lord?’

‘A warrior should always be prepared. See this as a surprise training.’

Without giving her a chance to get dressed, he attacked. She quickly parried and rolled away, but he kept on going. A thought struck her and she smiled, *how about this, Master. I’m not decent, so neither should you be* With a quick and light strike of her katana, she slashed through both his obi and the belts holding up his hakama, making all his clothes drop to the floor. He was furious.

‘You will pay for this.’

His attack was powerful, and when she attempted to block, his sheer weight made her fall backward resulting in them both tumbling down onto the futon. He was now on top of her with his sword pressing hers down toward her neck. And it was then that she felt it, the familiar bulge pressing on her thigh. He was getting an erection... She was quickly distracted from any indecent thoughts forming as the pressure from his sword was so hard that her katana suddenly snapped in two, her barely managing to roll out from underneath him, barely escaping having her throat cut.

As she lifted her head up, she saw him shift to the side, he was facing her, about to speak and that is when her thoughts started to drift off in a dangerous direction. She was scanning his magnificent body, his broad shoulders and voluminous chest, the perfect triangle running down to his groin, and … the huge, now fully erect cock. Her instinct took over and she slowly crawled back to him, sitting down next to him, she placed her hand on his chest at the level with his heart and used the other to run through his hair. She looked him straight in the eye and spoke:

‘Master, I know this is wrong to ask of you, but I would like you to take me, here and now. I am yours to do what you please with. I want to serve you, worship you…’

He did not pull away, nor stopped her hands from touching him. He was nearly double her size and shamelessly strong, yet he took no action to halt her.

‘I will do no such thing. I did not choose to unrobe. This was your doing.’

He spoke, keeping up the appearance of defiance. It was as if he wanted her to act, to unburden him from a decision he did not want to make, but at the same time initiate something he so deeply desired to happen.

She could feel his heart beating faster under the palm of her hand, and his chest heaving with strained breathing. With the same hand, she started to trace down his chest and when she reached his groin, she started massaging gently around his cock, without touching it yet. Pearls of precum started to leak out of the tip and she could hear him sigh quietly.

‘Do not do this. I warn you. I am a samurai, my honour does not allow for this. Stop or you will pay.’

But she knew better than to listen to futile threats.

‘Samurai, my Lord, had concubines.’

She did not seize her movement, instead, she snaked her delicate hand on the shaft of his cock, grabbed hold of it, and began to slowly, but firmly pump it up and down, smearing the precum on the entire length. Her hand barely fit around his sizeable manhood, so she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the leaking tip. She became completely engulfed in the action, mesmerised by his taste and the feel of both the softness of his skin and the hardness of the cock it covered.

‘You need to stop…..doing this.’

His whisper sounded more like a moan now. She pulled away from him, her lips wet and pouting from the sucking action and she gave him the most innocent look with her big green eyes:

‘Master, make me stop then, it is your choice, you could overpower me with ease…but… you are still here.’

She moved closer to his face and placed her hand on his chest again, whispering

‘I know there is a beast sleeping inside you, I want to see it awaken. Ravage me, Master. Show me how powerful you truly are.’

There was complete silence after this. Him gazing at her with narrowed eyes.

A second later he flipped her on her back and pushed her down into the mattress with nearly his full body weight. He hissed in her ear:

‘I am furious, that you drove me to do this.’

And with that, he shoved the entire length of his huge cock into her, without any consideration for whether she was ready or not. And was she ever more ready… her arousal has been driving her crazy throughout their entire verbal exchange, making her pussy sopping wet and aching from clenching on nothing. So, him filling every last inch of her insides like this made her instantly moan in pleasure. He was literally plowing into her. His thrusts hard and deep. Every sensitive spot inside her was now being stimulated, she was tracing her hands all over his strong, brawny back and through his thick mane.

She was about to burst, edging for what felt like an eternity, and when her orgasm finally came, she was about to scream uncontrollably. He was quick to put his large hand on her mouth to muffle the scream. Her body was still arching in the after-spams of her pleasure, her bucking her hips into him, when he slowly stopped and removed his hand from over her mouth. She pulled his head down into a kiss and he reciprocated, their tongues exploring their mouths hungrily, tasting, devouring each other.

He pulled his head back and placed her in a mating press, his large hands pressing her thighs tight down toward her torso. He resumed thrusting his hips into her at an ungodly pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to her cervix. She could tell he was slowly losing control, dissolving into his pleasure. All of a sudden, he leaned over her, put his face on the side of her neck, and sank his fangs into her soft skin, drawing just a little bit of blood. She moaned loudly as this elicited indescribable pleasure.

He cupped one of her breasts and started squeezing it while playing with her nipple. Each squeeze made her back arch in overstimulation. His thrusts were getting faster and the room was filled with her moaning and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts became sloppy, deeper, and needier, with the tip of his cock now entering her cervix. At last, he lost all control and came with a growl, pumping her full of his fertile cum.

He stayed inside her for a while, collapsed lying on top of her, in complete silence with only their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he moved off her, pressed his head to hers, and placed his huge arm on top of her until they both drifted off to sleep.

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During the following weeks, the shame of what happened between them kept them apart. Both of them too proud to give each other the satisfaction of showing remorse. However, Akatsuki was starting to feel … strange. Her heat never came since they fucked and she started feeling nauseous in the mornings. She realised that she was pregnant. She gathered her courage and approached him.

‘Good evening, my Lord’

She was pale, her hands were shaking and she had to hide the tears steadily pooling in her eyes.

‘I need to tell you something. I am afraid that our little…encounter, had consequences, more precisely one consequence. You are going to be a father.’

She was prepared for the potential punishment. Him driving her away or worse: killing her. But his reaction stunned her more than anything of the above. Without a word he walked up to her and grabbed her shaking hands, steadying them. His breathing was heavy and his speech almost stammering.

‘I will love this child with all my heart. We will need to make arrangements so you receive all the help you need with raising it. I believe it will have great powers. As for us, due to my status, I am not in a position to offer you my love, but my friendship is something you will never lose. There is nothing you can do to lose it. Do you understand?’

And with that, he hugged her and held her like this for a long time.

‘I will have a new katana made for you, you will need one to keep your practice up as I want someone to train my son the times I am not available to do so’

His words put a big smile on her face.

And thus, arrangements were made, she was looked after during her pregnancy and when the male child finally arrived in this world, she named him Hayate, the name synonymous with a suddenly approaching hurricane, as that is how he entered her world from the very moment of the stormy night of his conception.

A child born from desire and into love.

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geekedoutbunny · 5 months

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Macaque x Nun! Reader - Come With Me

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Title: Macaque x Nun! Reader Come With Me

Paring: Macaque x Nun! Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Child abandonment, orphans, lying, religious beliefs, abandonment of religion, Anthropolatry

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The bells in the church charmed signifying the start of lunch, nuns of all ages raced down the stairs and through the halls, all coming from different directions as they made their way to the dining hall, children who were dressed in proper wear were mixed in with the nuns. Once in the dining room, they all separated, going to their usual seats with their friends as they all waited for lunch to be served. The children were all seated between a nun, child, nun, child, nun, child, and so forth. They were all chatting among themselves as plates and silverware were placed down before them by other nuns, it didn't take long for everyone to settle in, their plates empty as they waited for the head nun and the priest. Laughter and chatting could be heard for a while before the doors opened making everyone become silent immediately.

The priest bowed his head in welcome, and the nuns all greeted him back in kind, next came the head nun, and she too bowed her head in greeting, and everyone responded back in kind. They all silently waited for them to take their seats at the head of the table, everyone bowed their heads in prayer as the priest spoke. "We thank you, Mother Mary, for blessing us with this joyous meal that we are all going to share together. Thank you for allowing us to wake up and see another day, for watching over our young, and for keeping us all safe. Mother Mary, I ask of you to continue to keep your guiding hand over our heads as we continue about our day, I pray that we continue to follow you in your holy footsteps, to continue to rebuke the devil, in the name of Mother Mary, Brother Joseph and the holy child that is Jesus Christ, Amen." "Amen. " All the nuns and children repeated before they raised their heads, and they served themselves lunch.

The head nun watched all the younger nuns help make the children and themselves plates, she looked on proudly before her eyes suddenly darkened in the realization that a nun was missing. She gave an annoyed sigh as she shook her head. 'Sister (Y/n) is missing, again... I bet she's hanging out with that filthy demon boy again.' She thought in distaste as she looked towards the windows. The sky was mostly clear a few whispy clouds floated along, as you ran through the short green grass, your breath coming out in pants as you raced up the hill towards the old oak tree that sat tall. You raced towards it coming to a slow stop as you huffed, you ran the moment the bell rang, getting lost in the hungry crowd and taking advantage of their one-track minds as you ducked out the door.

You walked up to the tree, its thick trunk and equally thick branches always left you speechless, it was a giant, healthy tree, it's been there for as long as you could remember. You sighed as you placed your hand gently on the trunk of the tree, staring up at it with an admiring gaze. "I hope to live just as old as you one day, grand oka." You spoke aloud to yourself. A chuckle sounded out. "Hehehe! I doubt you'd be able to live that long, but hey, a girl can dream, right?" Came a male voice. You slowly smiled as you looked around, searching for the owner of the voice.

He couldn't be seen anywhere, your eyes darted back and forth as you looked for him. "I could if I tried." You spoke back in a half-hearted argument. "I'm not sure about that, you'd have to be immortal to pull off such a feat, something you ain't." He mocked. You rolled your eyes, but your smile grew bigger. "That may be true, but if I pray and believe in Mother Mary, then I can live forever by her side." You said, walking around the tree as you continued to search for him. He scoffed. "And you actually believe that? I've been to your so-called 'heaven', and believe me, there is no 'Mary' there." He spoke. Your smile slightly faded at his words. "If that's true, why do we pray to her then?" You asked.

"I don't know, perhaps it's a way to keep yourself sane, a way to have answers that don't exist, such as why the universe exists, who made the planets, and whatnot." He said, his logic always made you have doubts about your own beliefs, but you never gave up. "If that's true, then you must know who created those very things then." You said, trying to find a loophole in his response, you rouned the tree at a slow pace, vanishing behind the large trunk before Macaque walked at an equally slow pace behind you, an amused smile on his face as he played mary-go-round with you without you realizing it.

He gave an amused chuckle. "Wouldn't you like to know what I know." He said teasingly, you looked around thoughtfully. "I would actually, you say you know some of everything there is to know, and I would like to learn from you." You said honestly. He went silent for a moment before you pulled back in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you.

You stared at him questionably while he gave you a devious smirk. "I can do more than just teach you. When I can show you." He said in a convincing tone. You stared at him, your eyes wide and glossy with curiosity and excitement. "Could you really?" You asked him, hope in your voice. He nodded, a charming smirk on his face. You looked down at his offered hand, and you looked back at the church. Uncertainty lay in your eyes.

"I can't leave the church grounds, it's against the rules." You said, sadness in your voice as you looked back at him, your eyes dimmed down with disappointment. He looked at the church with an unimpressive gaze before he looked back at you. "It'll be quick, besides, who would even know if you're gone or not, it's not like they know you're out here." He said his brow arching in thought. You stared at him nervously before you looked down at his offered hand and back at the church. "I don't want to disobey Mother Mary, for I've been blessed by her, and I don't wish to take her blessing for granted." You explained.

He rolled his eyes as he dropped his offered hand. "Oh, come on!! Being blessed by 'Mother Mary' doesn't mean that you can't live a little." He said as he stared at you with an annoyed stared. You shook your head as you backed away from him slowly. "I'm sorry, Macaque, but I can't disobey, I've been chosen, and I refuse to ruin it." You said, slight anger in your voice as you spoke to him. He stared at you with a bored stare before he looked away from you, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the tree. "Fine, go and continue to play good girl for 'Mother Mary', but I can tell you now, she isn't real, and she doesn't care for you like that." He said in a solemn voice.

You glared at him as you pouted. "She is real!! And she does love me!! She -" Your defense was cut off by a scoff by Macaque. "She what? Did she tell you herself? Or did you hear it from the fake priest who's sleeping with the head nun?" He challenged. You stared at him with disbelief as you slowly shook your head, you couldn't disagree with him verbally at that first statement because it was true, it was the priest who told you... Not Mother Mary herself. He watched as you slowly backed up from him, the look of betrayal on your face as your eyes shined with unshed tears.

"Sister Kantra was right about you, I should've listened to her." You whispered as your heart broke. He stared at you with a questioning yet knowing glare. "You should learn to live for yourself and not let others live through you." He said, you stared at him, your stare distant and lost. He continued as he turned towards you. "Tell me, do you really believe in 'Mother Mary?'... Do you actually believe that she chose you when there are a million other girls in that church who are just like you?" He tried to reason. You shook your head as you turned away from him, you walked back down the hill with brisk steps, but his voice could still be heard. "Why do you praise 'Mother Mary'? Is it because you think it's right? Or was it because you were told to do so?" He asked.

His question made you stop walking, as you thought over his question, your life flashed through your mind. Your parents dropped you off at the church, forcing you to be an orphan as they never came back for you. Growing up with the other orphan children and the older nuns, getting used to your new 'family'. The former head nun preaching to you that good things come to those who praise Mother Mary. You pray for your parents to come back, and you follow all the rules, never breaking a single one... Until Macaque came, that is.

You began hanging with the Monkey Demon, believing that perhaps he had answers that you needed help answering, and he did have answers. He knew everything, he was your blessing from Mother Mary, and he was a gift. You believed that he was an angel sent by her. you slowly forgot about your parents, listening to Macaque's words as they were always blunt and nothing but the truth. He always stayed honest with you, never holding back his harsh words, not even when they made you cry. But you liked that about him.

He stayed honest with you, no matter how hard it was on you. He told you that your parents left because they just simply didn't want you anymore, that they probably couldn't care for you anymore. He told you that all the nuns in the church didn't really believe in Mother Mary because none of their prayers were ever answered, just like yours... But then, the priest came and told you that you were chosen by Mother Mary, he said that she told him herself... and you believed it... but deep in your heart, you didn't.

Not with the way he was rubbing your shoulders and your arms, the way he grabbed the back of your neck, it felt wrong... So you clung to Macaque because he was the only truth in your life that you could believe in... You looked back at him, and tears ran down your face as your faith in 'Mother Mary' began to dissipate. "She's not real... isn't she." You said, not really asking a question. He stared at you with pity as he walked towards you slowly. You watched him through your blurry vision, the wind blew, bowling his cloak and his fur making your eyes widen.

'Beautiful... He's so beautiful... He's an angel, not sent by Mother Mary, but of his own free will.' You thought, your heart soared as the one being you clung onto became your new belief. He reached his hand out to you, a small yet welcoming smile on his face. "Come with me... and be free from this fake life you've isolated yourself in." he said, as he once more offered his hand to you. You gave him a teary smile as you reached for his hand, taking it with no questions asked. The figure of Mother Mary in your thoughts vanished, and you felt chains breaking around you. He pulled you towards him, a proud smile on his face.

You chuckled as you sniffled. "Come on, we got nothing to lose and a world to see." He said, as he rubbed your tears from your cheek. You nodded your head as you walked away with him, leaving behind a life that you never looked back at.

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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If you are doing the one-word prompt game, then, scarecrow for my prompt

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Wow. This one really got away from me, but then again, I probably owe you a longer story after all these years anyway! Thank you for the prompt! (heavily inspired by this haunted village ambience video on YouTube that I listen to a lot while writing).

Contents: a rather lonely male scarecrow x artistic gn reader, haunted village, a cheeky magpie, a cute rabbit, lots of soft fluff, sfw Wordcount: 2987

(prompts closed)

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The last rays of sunlight glanced off mounded clumps of moss that choked the old, drystone wall on your left, and gave them all a little glint of gold. Part of you almost believed that if you were to risk a closer look into the cracks between the stones, you would find fairy coins and gems stashed there for safe keeping. Mud splashed up your boots from the rutted, potholed road which wound away down the hill, and off to your left, the looming beech wood whispered and rustled constantly, sending spiralling copper leaves out into the open fields to the right of the road.

Between the trees, twilight now began to pool and stretch, spreading like an ink stain over the carpet of fallen beech leaves and driving off the sun as night took its turn to watch over the woods and all the creatures who dwelt there.

A tawny owl took up a call from somewhere nearby. The broken half-refrain that sought a mate to complete the melody rang softly between the still trees, and you sighed, hoping he’d find a mate.

You’d heard about this place, the abandoned village in the valley, and had been travelling on foot for days to reach it with your sketch book in your bag and enough food to last you a week if you were careful. To your surprise, you glimpsed bright, fat, round pumpkins growing in the fields on your right, their coiling tendrils spreading merrily across the roughly tilled earth despite the place having lain barren and empty for generations. No one who lived within ten miles of this place ever dared come down this road, and yet there were fresh crops still growing in abandoned farmland.

“Full of ghosts and demons that place is,” the old baker’s wife had hissed at you that morning when you’d bought a loaf for the journey at the nearest town. “Don’t you go wandering around there…”

As you’d left that small, riverside town, with its creaking water mill and ringing blacksmith’s, a tall young man in a dark green cloak had come up to you and pressed a charm into your hands. He’d had a sharp, serious face and deep, black eyes, and people had whispered in the pub the night before that he was the witch’s son. You’d looked down at your hands and found a smooth disc made of antler with a familiar stave rune carved into it.

“To keep you safe,” he’d said, and turned away. You watched him walk a couple of paces before he stopped, sighed, and turned back to you. “I’ve been there,” he said. “To the village. Don’t take anything from there unless it’s given to you first.”

Unnerved by his odd advice, you’d just nodded, thanked him, and donned the protective amulet. It had warmed against your skin as it hung on its leather cord around your neck, and you ran your fingers over it a few times as you walked, thinking about this words again.

Now, as you peered over the planks of a rotting, dilapidated fence overlooking the village, you caught sight of a twisted old apple orchard swathed in evening mist in the wide, verdant valley off to your right, and what seemed to be a dark figure standing in the centre of it. Your heart fairly stopped beating until you realised that they weren’t moving at all, and it was only the faint breeze tugging at the corner of an old coat that was catching your eye. It was a scarecrow.

You camped that night in the only house that still seemed to have a solid, thatched roof, lighting a fire in the cold grate and sleeping in your bedroll on the flagstone floor rather than occupying the empty bed that had been left behind. It felt rude and presumptuous somehow.

After a spot of breakfast the next morning, you banked the fire and left your belongings neatly by the hearth, and looked around the small, single-roomed stone cottage before leaving. “Thank you for letting me sleep here,” you said aloud to no one in particular.

It seemed a bit silly, but it also important somehow, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a magpie flapped its wings in the rafters above and laughed at you. “No harm in saying thank you,” you muttered to it, and stumbled out of the door, embarrassed.

Your morning was spent wandering the village, getting to know the layout of the old, tumbledown buildings, but your afternoon took you to the ancient apple orchard where you found the scarecrow again, standing sentry in the centre of the trees with his arms spread wide, almost in welcome.

You came to a halt in front of him and looked up into his weathered face, surprised at how friendly his features were. Sure, his face was made of sack cloth and bits of pale straw stuck out at the cuffs and hem of his linen shirt, but the roots that had been chosen for his hands all had four fingers and a gnarled thumb, and the branches that made up his legs beneath the brown broadcloth trousers stuffed with straw were in proportion with the rest of his body. He had big, leather boots on which, like the rest of his clothes and the wide-brimmed, leather hat he wore, were in far better condition than they had any right to be after he’d been presumably hanging on his post for a hundred years or more.

“I almost want to offer you an apple,” you chuckled nervously. “Don’t worry, I haven’t come to thieve from your orchard. I’ve just come to draw the trees. I hope that’s alright. You mind if I sit with you a while?”

Obviously, you got no answer from the silent scarecrow, and although his face was warped with age, it seemed to have a kindly, almost curious set to its vague features, and the stitched mouth seemed to smile a little at the corners.

You sat with your back resting against his post and lost yourself in the careful skate of charcoal and graphite over paper, drawing the speckled feathers of a thrush as it hopped about looking for snails, the curve of the old, white gate that hung off its hinges at a jaunty angle, the lines of the roofs of the village with their ribcage rafters showing, the twisting trunks of the trees like gnarled hands reaching up from the earth to share their fruits with the world. Your magpie joined you for a while and hopped about, chattering away to himself, and you laughed as he began to play with a fallen leaf for a while before flapping off and leaving a single feather behind. You drew that too, lying in the dewy grass, but left it where it lay. The warning of the witch’s son reminded you not to take what had not been offered.

It was only when a cool breeze caressed the back of your neck like a lover’s breath that you jolted and realised how long you’d been sitting there.

The had light faded unnoticed from the brilliant pinks and oranges of sunset to the calm, quiet lilacs and blues of dusk that you blinked, and you could barely see three feet in front of you now. It was only because your paper was white that you could see the marks after all. Fog rolled in from the edges of the low-walled orchard, but despite the way the white fingers crawled across the grass, it didn’t seem threatening in the least.

Groaning and rolling your neck to ease the built-up tension and stiffness, you set your sketchbook down and clambered to your feet, joints creaking after so long in one pose, and you stretched out your back as well. You looked up at the scarecrow and frowned. You could have sworn he had been looking towards the gate when you’d arrived, but his head was bowed down now and looking in your direction.

“You’ve been watching me sketch, have you?” you said, not sounding quite as confident as you’d hoped. Perhaps he’d just moved in a breath of wind earlier. “Well, don’t judge me too harshly, hm? It’s the having fun that counts, not the end result. I’m sorry I intruded on your peace for so long though.”

Again the softest, gentlest breeze wafted around your face and the pages of your sketchbook fluttered open until they stopped on one you’d done of the scarecrow himself.

You cocked an eyebrow. “You like it?” you asked, not really believing that you were actually communicating. “I’m not sure I captured your smile quite right. I can come back again tomorrow and try again though. You’ll tell me if I’m not welcome, right?”

In a flash of black and white wings that came down out of nowhere and made you yip in surprise, the magpie landed on the scarecrow’s shoulder and gave another harsh, laughing chatter at you. He almost seemed to be mocking your startled reaction. Then he fluttered down onto the grass, hopped around a bit, and stooped to pick something up. When he flapped back up to the scarecrow’s shoulder and hopped about, he had the iridescent feather in his beak. He cocked his head a few times and then stuck his neck forwards towards you.

“For me?” you asked, reaching slowly for the feather.

The bird nodded, and as you took it, he spoke. “For you.”

Your eyes went wide and you almost dropped the feather. The black and white bird danced around, apparently enjoying your surprise. Then he made another few cawing noises, flapped his wings, and then disappeared off through a gap in the apple trees. “Well, thank you,” you croaked into the silence he left behind. You knew that corvids could imitate human speech, but that had all been very… precise.

Patting the scarecrow’s chest near his shoulder in an informal farewell, you turned to pick up your sketchbook from the dewy grass and looked back one last time at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

When you stepped over the ruined gate to the orchard the next morning, you made deliberate note of where the scarecrow was looking, and it had definitely changed overnight. Now he was looking across at his right hand that was stretched out wide on the cruciform support from which he hung. In it, you saw a flash of white and a few flashes of colour, and frowned. He hadn’t been holding anything the previous day.

As you approached, you could see better what it was that he was holding, and you exhaled slowly. It was a beautiful bunch of silvery dried grasses, with bright dandelions, red poppies, and dusky blue harebells, all wrapped around with the fluffy heads of old man’s beard that loved to ramble freely over the hedgerows and walls.

“Is… Is that for me too?” you asked. “How did you get them?” An idea lodged itself in your mind and you couldn’t shake it. He was definitely able to look in different directions, so that must mean… “Can you move?”

Only the wind answered you for a long, stretching moment. Then, with the kind of aching slowness that made your heart stop, his head began to turn. Slowly, carefully, he nodded once.

You swallowed and took half a step back, heartbeat thudding. “Is it… Is it alright that I’m here?”

Again, to your immense relief, he nodded again. He moved like the rusty hinge of an old barn door.

“Can you speak?”

He paused, and for a second you thought perhaps he hadn’t understood, but then he nodded a third time.

You licked your lips nervously and looked at the flowers. “So… are they for me?”

Yet another nod was your only answer.

“Did you gather them yourself? I mean, can you… get down from there?” The idea of him roaming around the fields while you’d been fast asleep was partly terrifying and partly rather sweet, and it prompted another question before you’d even waited for the first to be answered. “Are we the only two people here?”

A warm, amused chuckle, like the crunching of autumn leaves, sounded from the scarecrow. He shook his head slightly.

“‘No’ we’re not alone or ‘no’ you can’t get down? Or ‘no’ you didn’t get them yourself?”

The gnarled fingers of his left hand twitched and then the rope that seemed to hold him lashed to the support loosened a fraction and he held up a finger in a gesture that asked you to wait, to slow down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, stepping back again. “I get a bit ahead of myself sometimes.”

Another friendly laugh sounded and you watched the stitched gash that formed his mouth stretch upwards at the corners. His hollow eye sockets lifted a little too and his whole face expressed a gentle mirth. “I can speak…” he said in a rasping, reedy voice. “Though I have had no one but that wretched magpie to talk to for years.”

He spoke fondly enough of the creature, despite his words, and you smiled.

“I can move and get down, though it takes… effort.”

“Oh. Do you mind if I stay and draw some more?”

“Not at all,” he said.

“You’re welcome to come down and join me. I could even draw you again… see if I can get your face right this time.”

He laughed, and the ropes uncoiled on their own, gently lowering him down to the grass. He was about your height, though he stood crookedly, leaning against the support behind him. He kept the brim of his hat tilted down as if to shield his face from you, and he shifted self-consciously as you looked at him. He held out the flowers and you watched the way his hands moved like living flesh, though they were undoubtedly made of the roots of a tree.

You took the flowers carefully from him and felt oddly choked. “I can’t remember the last time someone brought me flowers.”

“There’s not much out at this time of year, but…” he shrugged. “I found what I could. You were kind to sit and chat with me yesterday, even though you didn’t know I could hear you, and the magpie said you were polite in Old Rose’s cottage…”

“Thank you.”

Setting the flowers down beside your satchel, you drew out your sketchbook and sat cross-legged on the ground nearby. He sat as well, stretching his legs out in front of him and letting his hands lie softly in his lap. For a while he just watched you and then seemed to doze as the sun rose and lent a little weak warmth to the autumn day.

After a while, you began to ask him about the history of the village and why it had eventually been abandoned, and he talked in his rasping, faltering way for hours. A rabbit snuffled through the grass as the day wore on, and you froze, not wanting to startle it. It came right up to him, ears forward, nose twitching.

“Hello,” he murmured with a fond chuckle, and the creature leapt straight up into his lap. He cradled it and you carefully turned a new page in your sketchbook to try and capture it.

Luckily, the rabbit was in no hurry to leave, and he stroked his fingers through its fur long enough that you got three decent sketches out of it before it hopped off in search of the dewy dandelions growing between the trees. When he looked up at you and found you watching, he dipped his head again in a clearly bashful gesture.

“Want to see?” you said, waggling the sketchbook.

He nodded, and you went over to sit beside him. His finger shook as he trailed it carefully around the edge of the sketch, mindful not to smudge it, and then he looked up at you. This close, you could see the weave of the sack cloth that made up his face and the crinkles where the material pulled around his mouth and empty eye sockets. “You… I… Is this really how you see me?” he asked in a whisper barely louder than the breeze through the grasses.

With a frown, you turned your gaze back to the sketchbook to look at the drawings more critically. Was he offended? You thought you’d managed to capture the gentle way he’d cradled the rabbit’s soft body, the way his gnarl-knuckled hands had gracefully stroked its fur, the fond tilt of his head as he’d regarded the vulnerable creature in his care, but you’d also taken your time to match the way he listed slightly to one side, his broken-branch spine and crooked limbs not keeping him perfectly upright. It lent him a soft, shy quality, and you nodded. “I think you’re beautiful,” you said and then flushed hot with embarrassment.

He turned his head away and then looked back again, regarding you from the dark, shadowy hollows of his eyes. “No one has ever found me beautiful,” he said. “Not even the farmer who made me. I’m supposed to be frightening, you know? All the village children used to be afraid of me.”

“I’m sure you could be if you needed to be,” you said. “If I were here to steal apples, I mean. The rabbits aren’t a threat, and the magpie is only playful.”

“You could take anything you liked,” he breathed. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“But could you if you wanted to?”

He paused. “Yes.”

You brought your hand to his cheek and found the sack cloth warm beneath your palm despite the autumn chill in the air. “Let me stay and sketch a while longer?”

“As long as you like,” he whispered back. “You’re welcome here as long as you like.”

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#scarecrow #male scarecrow #scarecrow monster #scarecrow x reader #(but not DC scarecrow!!)#just an ordinary old scarecrow lad #monster boyfriend #exophilia #one word prompts #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male monster #male monster x reader #male monster x gender neutral reader

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devilmayfamily · 2 years

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Baby On The Way

Soft!Vergil x Fem!Reader Because Papa Vergil changing his plans to take care of you and his baby is the only thing that matters right now

You waddled into the guest bedroom were your boyfriend and brother-in-law sat trying to build a crib. You watched as the two bickered, a half built crib next to them. You chuckled, amazed that the two 18 year olds were even sitting here right now trying to put the thing together.

"It's this piece you idiot," Vergil says.

Dante glares at his brother, snatching the bar from him and putting it into the slot. "I told you it was this one Verg."

Vergil rolled his eyes. In doing so, he noticed you standing in the door way.

"What are you doing up sparrow?" Vergil asks. "You should be resting."

Since the day you told Vergil a baby was growing inside you, the male had been super worried about you. Being part demon meant that some of those genes were gonna transfer down the tree. Knowing how hard and sometimes violent demon births were, and how much trouble his own mother had giving birth to him and his brother, he was constantly worried about you. He fed you all the food you wanted or craved, made sure you got all the rest you needed, kept you hydrated, and didn't let you carry a single thing.

While you were only 5 months in, your belly was already big and round. You were at the point of waddling, Vergil even carrying you when you complained of your feet hurting.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not going to suddenly faint hun. Besides, I'm really hungry right now," you reply.

Vergil turns to look at his brother for a moment before hopping up from his spot on the ground.

"Dont-"

"I know."

Vergil nods before leading you out to the kitchen. He kept a protective arm around you as the two of you walked down the hall. He leads you over to the couch, settling you down with a blanket before walking into the kitchen.

"Did you have anything in particular you wanted sparrow?" Vergil asks.

"Anything you make will be good," you reply.

Vergil smiles, turning to get some things together. The older twin learned how to make a few things from spending so much time with his mother when he was younger. Eva taught him how to cook and bake as much as she could in their time together and to this day, Vergil is glad it's something he could carry with him.

Within seconds, the comforting smell of Eva's beef stew filled the air. While you never got to meet the wonderful lady, you're glad that you had her son's in your life.

You met Vergil first in Fortuna, the man having much different plans for his life before meeting you. With whatever charm you possessed, you were able to steer him away from his power seeking adventure and the half demon made quite the house husband.

To the blue devil's dismay, you ended up meeting Dante upon asking Vergil to meet whatever family he had left. Though the twins weren't happy with one another at the time, you've become someone the boys could agree on.

Vergil clearly loved you a lot, even Dante could see that even if his brother wouldn't say it out loud.

Dante began to see you as a little sister in your time in his life. Quickly finding out he was going to be an uncle now too surprised the red devil but he was glad to have a family once again.

Once Vergil finished, he brought you a bowl of the beef stew with white rice sitting underneath. You thanked the blue devil as he came around and sat down with you on the couch.

Vergil wrapped an arm around your shoulders, you instinctively leaning against the male.

"How's building the crib going?" you ask.

Vergil huffed, making you giggle. "Dante's making it more difficult than it needs to be."

"I think it's cute he wants to be apart of all of this," you reply. "Even with this business you two are now co-owning."

Since finding out about the baby, Vergil decided to take up his brother's offer on joining him at Devil May Cry. The blue devil had to get money for the baby and you some how.

"I'm glad you stayed. I don't know what I'd do without either of you," you mumble.

Vergil feels his heart ache for a moment. He really was trying to get himself locked in hell for eternity instead of being here with his brother or you before all of this. Now he sits here, awaiting the birth of his son while yelling at his brother on how to properly put a crib together.

Vergil shakes his head, chuckling before kissing the top of your head. "I love you too much to give this up. Even if Dante is a headache sometimes."

You smile, finishing the bowl off. You hand it to Vergil, the male taking it and filling it back up before returning to your warmth.

"What are we going to name him?" you ask. You were looking down at the bump resting on your lap. Vergil looked down as well, thinking for a moment.

"What would you like sparrow?" Vergil asks.

You look up at the male. Your eyes however focus on something behind him. Sitting on the arm rest of a near by chair, sat his black scarf which he normally tucked into the collar of his vest. Said vest rested on the seat of the chair.

"Nero."

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The day finally came for the baby boy to be born. Vergil woke early in the morning to you pacing across the room. He was confused until he noticed a new scent in the air. The scent of labor.

Now Vergil laid on the couch shirtless, a newborn baby boy laying atop him. Something about skin to skin contact made human babies bond to their parents and Vergil, despite being hesitant, indulged you.

The boy was born with a demonic looking right forearm but it didn't seem to bother him in anyway. It fascinated the other two devils seeing as they hadn't been born with traits like this but maybe it had to due with the boy being a quarter. Vergil told himself he'd look into it later.

Nero was a quiet baby for the most part, it was almost perfect. This was until the child could talk and uncle Dante taught him new words. Dante also taught the boy about weapons quiet early.

"Dante! He's 4!," Vergil yells

"Old enough to start wielding Yamato," Dante replies with a smile.

Vergil growls, you being the only one to calm the two.

Speaking of you, you came out of the birth extremely exhausted. Demon births are no joke, even just a quarter one like Nero. You bounced back however relatively quickly, something Vergil found interesting but overall glad to see you doing alright.

Nero did end up learning how to wield Yamato but not until he was 8 to his fathers wishes. Despite the danger you were constantly worried about the child getting into, you were also very proud to see how quickly Nero picked up on everything. Maybe it had something to do with those demon genes.

"He'll make a fine demon hunter," Dante says.

"Once he's 18," you reply. "He still needs to learn about the human world."

"Mommy gonna teach him everything he needs to know?" Dante asked.

"You two can't. Besides, I think he'll enjoy getting to fight you guys much more once I teach him a few things," you reply.

Dante raised an eyebrow to this, but didn't ask. Instead, the two of you turn to watch Vergil 'fight' his son. You watch as Nero stabs his father with a plastic replica Dante had commissioned for him, Vergil faking his death as he kneels to the ground. Nero kicks his father over, putting his foot on his stomach and raising his sword in victory.

"Good job Nero!" Dante yells.

"Amazing son!" You chime in.

Nero smiles, running over to Dante. "Did you see me!?"

"I did! You did great bud."

Vergil smiles, getting off the ground and walking over to you. "He's learning quickly."

"I'd say he has some good teachers," you reply.

"I don't know if I can argue that for Dante."

You laugh, Vergil pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head. You both look over to see Dante softly throwing Nero in the air and catching him, the boy laughing as he landed. With another throw, two pale blue wings sprout from the boys back keeping him afloat. His arm glowed a little before the wings disappeared and the boy fell back into uncle Dante's arms.

Dante looks over at you two amazed, Nero still laughing from being tossed in the air. You were equally amazed, looking between Vergil and your son. Vergil smiled, making another note to teach Nero about who he is soon.

#dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc 5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dante sparda #nero sparda #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil #vergil x y/n #soft!vergil #uncle dante #baby nero #vergil x you #we love soft vergil #in this house

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monsterfloofs · 1 year

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Muir (Male skelly creature) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(There is this old oc of mine that likes to resurface once in a blue moon and whisper in my mind. “Hey, you’re a writer, you like telling stories, yes? Well, there’s this story that I would very much like you to weave, if you’re up to it.” The idea fades, and the character too, as new things spring into my thoughts, but Muir is a pretty persistent fellow, and as this is maybe the fifth time the idea has bounced back into my mind, I think it’s about time I do a little writing for them. This is Muir, a demigod-like creature who served a death goddess. However he lives among us now, and fills his time with collecting macabre little trinkets, things soaked in curses, and to the foolish that stumbles into his accursed shop, they might bring one of these items back home unknowingly. But don’t worry! He can get rid of that nasty curse. . . for a price <3

This is a story about a human who became his assistant.)

It was the crack of dawn, and you sat bleary eyed with your head bent over a warm cup of tea. The steam curling up to waft heat over your cheeks. You rotate the mug in your hands, trying not to nod off.

“Not much of a morning person, are you?”

You scrunch up your eyes and blink to focus your vision. Raising your sagging head with effort to look across the round table in the parlor. Muir sits patiently across the table from you, his hands neatly steepled together. Their smooth boney face unreadable except for the little flicker of light that appeared in one of their eye sockets. The glow forms an amused half moon shape in the murky depths of the skull. His skull resembled something like an elk with pronounced fangs on either side of their muzzle. Muirs dark bramble of spiraling antlers hung a manner of different trinkets that dangled and clinked when the great skeletal head moved. Some of the paraphernalia were ribbons with strange things written in unknown languages, keys, little charms made of precious metals and stones. In the right light you could barely make out a ghostly golden glimmer, an outline of feathery wings. A peculiar creature you had found yourself in the thralls of. A peculiar creature that happened to be your boss.

“So. . . why did you need me up so early?

Muirs gloved hands are the first things to move, his tone of voice hinting at excitement.

“Wait, until you see,” Their hulking shape turns, pulling out a satchel bag that had rested beside his feet. Muir pulls out a jar, and you tilt your head curiously. The jar's lid is wrapped with twine, flowers and plants carefully weaved over top of the lid. The contents of the jar looked like black ink. You tilt your head, leaning closer but jump back almost immediately. Eyes like boils starting to pop up in the swirling liquid. Bright eyes blinking and swirling around to look around before they glare suspiciously at you. Muir shakes the jar for good measure, and you watch in horror as the eyes swirl around and around, clearly dizzy from getting shaken.

“A demon!” Muir chirps as if merely he had shaken a very entertaining snow globe, rising from his chair.

“It will be perfect for my collection,” He chortles, you hastily scoot out of your own seat, following him out of the sunlit parlor. Watching the translucent wings fade from sight as he moves to the dark corridor with its many shelves. Many of them are filled to the brim with strange atrocities. A skull of a human, an eerily ticking pocket watch that grows steadily louder, pickled things, a black plush teddy bear with a big red bow, a drying gnarled hand or something you would rather not know the source of.

“You— if that thing ever escapes it’s going to kill you,” You observe.

Muir chuckles evenly, setting the jar on a high shelf. “It can try, I suppose.” The trinkets on their horns tinkle like windchimes as they turn around.

“Now!” The skeleton creature cheerfully exclaims, clapping their hands together. “I need a certain wonderful apprentice to sweep the floors for me,” They reach over, grasping the broom that was propped in a corner, holding it out for you. You scowl for a moment before you take the wooden handle with a defeated sigh.

“Sure, sure. . .”

“It will keep you out of trouble!” The demigod chuckles again, before they walk around you, quickly disappearing into the recesses of tall dark shelves.

“Keep me out of trouble,” you mumble, “Who will keep them out of trouble? Honestly.” You resign yourself to sweeping, keeping your head down and focused on your work. The air around you was still, a few golden flecks of dust float around you, illuminated by the rays of early morning sunshine that seep through the window. It isn’t until you wander back towards the corner to fetch a dustpan, that you hear a voice above you.

“Human child~” The voice hums, you pause before slowly looking up, the creature in the glass has it’s eyes locked on you. A few of the eyes floating closer to where you stood, pressing against its glass prison.

“I didn’t know you could talk,” You mutter faintly,

“Oh, I can do so much more than that,” The voice took on a poisonous honeysuckle tone, a frown forming on your lips.

“. . . I am sure you can.” With that, you turn on your heels.

“Wait! Wait. . .” The voice falters, just for a moment before resuming a cool and unbothered tone. “Clearly you’re not here because you want to be,” which has you pause midstep, “Lost at love,” They sigh, a feigned sound of empathy, “But I could help you with that, help you reclaim what you lost.”

“I. . .” You take in a short shaky breath, turning back around, watching the swimming pools of eyes light up triumpantly. Your lips crack into a bitter smile, and you shake your head.

“No. Something like that could never be reclaimed. I loved them, but they didn’t feel the same way. . . Besides, I’m already indebted to someone else.”

The eyes widen, blinking a couple of times, before they shift towards the direction of where your keeper had gone. The jar rattles, giving a frustrated sound before the eyes shift away from you. The contents of the jar turn solid black as the creature turns its back on you.

“You’re useless to me then,”

You give a surprised sound of laughter and shake your head in amusement. “Sorry to disappoint,” You joke, your tone light as you grabbed the dust pan. Continuing on with cleaning as the jar gives you the silent treatment.

#monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #sfw #floofyocs

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chaosverseline · 2 months

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Memes

When imu first met crocodile (note :crocodile is trans here and was assigned female at birth, he is really a male, but in here he is still a baby)

Imu :okay! 😃Grandma is here! Now where is that baby!

Imu:(Sees baby crocodile) 😍gimme!gimme!gimme! Come on,where is she.where is she.

imu:(sees Edward Newgate) (>:0) yeah, I see you son in law, you’re chopped liver, where is the baby.

Yraif :(hands the baby to imu)

imu: Oh! 🥹 oh!

-five minutes later-

imu: I know you told me not to get you any clothes but….(holds up the armful of shopping bags 🛍) they partially jump in the cart!

-one second later-

imu:(cooing over their first grandchild) oh~! Isn’t she … just… god..

-2 minutes later-

imu: I know you said you have enough enough quilts,but….(pulls out a well done quilt from a box) I crochet them on the way in.

— much time later-

baby crocodile: (baby cries)Waaah— wah!

imu: OK, 😨(panicking) grandma got it,grandma got it 😰

imu:(sees *insert someone *rushing in)

imu: (demon mode)NOBODY ELSE TOUCHES THE KID, GRANDMA GOT IT!🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

* silence *

imu: 😅(calms down)whew, grandma have a little stroke , but I got u now.

—-at the end——-

imu:(to yraif and Edward Newgate) no pressure but… I want another one, make it happen.

—— after god valley——

imu: seriously? You two got 6 ass long years and still no 2nd kid? Then who else I can spoil! Did you two forgot how it works? Newgate , did you put it in the right place? Ah, well, it too late now, I’m taking yriaf with me, yes, young lady , you’re grounded for the next 20 years for this stupid stunt. Pray I didn’t extend it to 70 years.

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You want beer?

imu: yriaf meet your father. I hope you two would get along.

xebec:…. Um…..

xebec: (holds up a beer glass 🍺) you want a beer?

imu:(smacks xebec head) (((ꎤ ✧曲✧)̂—̳͟͞͞o ShE is four! 🤬

xebec: I DONT KNOW! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER?! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

imu: this wouldn’t happen if you didn’t left when she still a baby!

[afterwards]

narrator: xebec d rocks slept on the couch that night. Despite the rocky meeting, xebec eventually became a girl dad and charmed his way back into imu’s graces after a round of make up s*x. Which lasted for another 10 years until imu got annoyed with his lack of spousal commitment and xebec being always running off to his ship for another adventure and yeah, the whole I-want-to-take-over-the-world thing.

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Xebec and imu’s red flag

xebec:Hey girl, what's your favorite film?They said

imu: the best movie of all, a masterpiece of art called Human Centipede, Human Centipede(shadowy arms spout from their back)

Xebec: I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight.

Xebec: I try to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code

Imu: (creepy)Why are you blinking so much?

Xebec:(rubbing the corners of his eye)I've got something in my eye

Imu:(shows really sharp fingernails)Here, let me get it out.

xebec:no thank you, I don't wanna die.

Saint elder: (dress up as a waiter and whispering at xebec ear)Bonjour, sir was blinking at me, is this because your date is a freak?

xebec and saint elder:(looks at imu, they are making a figure out of toothpicks and olives, in the chest of the figure is impaled with toothpicks)

Xebec:No

Saint elder:Very good then, bon appétit

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Amateurs

Donquixote Doflamingo : I am the first celestial dragon pirate!

Sir crocodile: I was there before you, you only publicized yourself as a celestial dragon so everyone can kiss your feet!

?: amateurs.

Doflamingo: What was that, punk?!

Yriaf : Amateurs.<——sailed under xebec d rocks as an active crew member undetected for 20 years prior to the god valley incident. A long time before either two amateurs ever came along.

every member of the d clan who are pirates: Hi. <——even though they are not celestial dragons,but they are still related to the nerona clan regardless, as the D clan are all related to imu’s half siblings at one point.

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Five elder stars: we need an army.

imu: I can take on xebec.

elder stars: in a fight right?

imu:……….:)

elder stars: in a fight right??😨

—————-/———pigeon meme——-

imu: (to literally anyone in close proximity to child/grandchildren/great grandchildren ) is this a new in law I need to torture?

#crazy headcanon idea #dumb crack idea #imu sama is luffy great grandmother #one piece #celestial dragons #imu sama #world nobles #op imu #crocodad #op crocodile #crocodile is a newgate #one piece crocodile

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N: “So, the only way for you to get better is with Charmed magic?”

Parker: “Well, it’s required for all the Charmed Ones to be drained of their powers, but I suppose a cure could work with one.”

Y/N: *Holds out his wrists* “Do it, Parker. Take my magic.”

Parker: “What? No, Y/N I’m not going to take your powers.”

Y/N: “If I had to chose between levitation or you. Then I chose you every time. I don’t want to lose you.”

Parker: “And I don’t want the Charmed Ones to be dead because of me.”

Y/N: “And I don’t want you to die because of me.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #male charmed one x half demon #charmed reboot #parker caine #parker caine x male reader #nick hargrove x male reader #nick hargrove

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corn-fanfiction · 3 months

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got a damien karras idea: karras x vampire reader (i imagine them as male but any gender is also fine). the idea is vampire reader notices karras’ ordeal, corners him in a night lit alley and gives him a deal: they can make it so he can be immune to the demon at a terrible cost, only to be refused. they show respect to his faith before bidding farewell, kind of a sad story. they can pepper in charms in between but this isn’t mandatory, for example turning his jaw or teasing him “you know little, don’t you?”. im fine if this doesnt get picked up tho, have a nice day!

Anon...when I tell you I SPRINTED to my desk.

I hope this is what you wanted. I love this sad-eyed hunk and his rando vampire friend.

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Blood of the Father (Damien Karras and M!Vampire)

Rated: T I guess?

Tags/warnings: ANGST, CATHOLIC GUILT, gays being mean to each other, hurt no comfort, religious trauma

It is the greatest of ironies that He cannot step inside the church. Instead, He has to resort to watching from outside the stained-glass window. He watches in the heat, watches in the cold, watches from the well-shaded tunnel of an alleyway. Georgetown was so changeable, but darkness and dimly lit streets are always reliable. The Bible is reliable, regardless of how others choose to change it. But religion? Church? Priests? These are wavering, tenuous. Born on shaky legs and dying on broken bones.

Damien Karras is one so flappable.

He watches him in particular for a very long time. He’s not His only subject, but certainly his favorite, for as long as the dance lasts, anyway. And it does not last long. Yet another leaf threatening to break away with a November wind.

He’s watching from the ground below, hands in his pockets, the wet leaves illuminated by a nearby lamppost. A swift change in direction and the wind catches a maple and tugs it away with a sigh. It put up what fight it could. Even weak soldiers are still soldiers.

Or Jesuits. He turns when he hears him coming from a half-mile away. Coming from the Macneil residence, bundled up in his windbreaker. Collar turned against the heavy rain. He adjusts his collar, straightens his jacket. Strides along the opposite end of the sidewalk. They meet at the steps and He pulls the priest into a tight space between the steps and the brick casing of a house.

Damien Karras barely breathes. Whatever he’s just seen makes every simple fright pale in comparison. He’d be jealous if He didn’t feel so sorry for him.

“I don’t have any money,” Damien says. He feels his arms under the windbreaker and smirks. He’s strong, toned, muscles well hidden under any choice of clothing. He could push Him away, really fight him, make a break for it. But he won’t.

“I know. It’s a helluva good thing I don’t want any.”

To his credit, Damien does break His arms away. He peers back out onto the narrow street, in the direction Damien came from.

“You have no idea what you’re up against. But I do. I’ve been watching you, Dimmy. Not like the other one. But we’re much different, anyways. He’s a certified devil. I’m just…well. I’m a night trader. But I can still offer you a fantastic deal.”

Damien tries to walk as soon as the last syllable leaves His red lips but His arms brace against the brick and the priest can’t budge past them.

“Don’t be rude. It’s un-Christian.”

“What do you want?”

“It’s about time you asked. Do you know the only thing that can really, truly save your soul from the devil?”

Damien doesn’t answer. He doesn’t bother to say God, or repentance, or prayer. The man leans his face close to where its freezing skin gives Damien a chill.

“To be a devil yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sometimes that’s true. Not in this case, however. We have encountered one of the few instances where I know better than anyone, actually. Aren’t you the least bit interested? You can withstand the temptation of that devil down the street, save that little girl’s life? Be a hero?”

“I withstand the temptation of one devil by giving into another?”

“He’s quick,” He sucks against his sharp teeth. “To be a martyr is the best thing in your God’s eyes, isn’t it? This way, you get the title without having to deal with the whole dying business.”

“You still haven’t explained your offer.”

He smiles.

“I am offering eternal life, eternal death, wakeless days and sleepless nights. Sanguine. You’d be immortal, imperceptable, and all for the price of your soul. Isn’t that nice? And you wouldn’t be without company, either. You’d have me, of course. I’ve been watching you, Damien. I’ve seen you, the way no one else has or will. Not even your precious Jesuit friend. You fear for your eternal soul and his anyway. I’m no mind-reader, but I’d say there’s some mutual feeling there. That’s another benefit they don’t tell you about. No one can truly judge you if you cannot die.”

“You can die. Anything can die. And there is one to judge.”

“True. But if you do something much worse first, sodomy disappears to the bottom of the list.”

Damien’s fist collides with the man’s face quick enough that He’s able to register it right before it happens, and He allows it. His head barely moves, his lip splits, but it does not bleed.

“I could go on. Abandoning your poor mother. God cares more about that than who you share a bed with.”

“You son of a bitch-” Damien grabs the lapel of His coat and draws him near. He shakes with rage and tears roll down his sculpted cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“If you don’t believe in a God, then what does it matter? Bring it down to science. I said I’ve seen you. The very idea keeps you up at night. How can you fight against something if you don’t believe in the one weapon you have against it?”

Damien pushes Him away, wipes his mouth with his knuckles.

“Whatever it is, I’m not broken enough to buy it. Whatever you think you know about me or anyone else is false.”

“And yet you’re still here. Come on. Lay down this burden. Don’t be so selfish as to pawn it off on someone else. How do you think this ends for you? For her?”

Damien looks at the ground. He clenches and unclenches his fist.

“If that, that thing can exist, and if you can exist, and these things you believe in, then there has to be something, or someone to balance it all out, hasn’t there?”

“You’re asking me to tell you if God exists?”

Damien shakes his head, spilling more water droplets onto the sidewalk. He watches them with a hunger.

“I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say.”

The man straightens. “The pain would go away. The responsibility. The guilt.”

“It’s what makes us human.”

The man leans a hand against the brick wall beside Damien’s head. He smiles, then sighs. Wipes his face.

“I can’t twist your arm?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.” A beat. “I lied earlier. The guilt doesn’t go away. I don’t know why. But it doesn’t.”

He extends a finger, exposing a long, sharp nail and traces the line beside Damien’s mouth.

“You know little, don’t you?”

Damien waits until He takes His hand away to respond.

“I know enough.”

He nods.

“Yes, I think you do.”

He withdraws his arm from the wall and Damien rushes out into the sidewalk. The man follows him slowly after a spare moment, leans against one of the posts of the staircase. Watches him jog.

“Goodnight, Father. And good luck.”

Damien looks back only for a moment, as if to make sure it really was this stranger that was speaking. He doesn’t respond before disappearing from view. The man sighs, turns towards the MacNeil house, mutters something in a long forgotten language, then disappears from Georgetown forever.

#damien karras #the exorcist #the exorcist fanfiction #vampires??????#in my exorcist fanfiction????

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sassykattery · 11 months

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Spring Fever

My, oh how joyous it is to be a human in the beginnings of spring time in the Devildom.

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Sexual tension. Profanity. Mention of male anatomy. Suggestive to sexual ideations.

Characters: oc! Altaira, Mammon, Barbatos, Satan, Beel, Levi, Belphie, Lucifer, Diavolo

Themes: Romance. Some angst. Sexual tension. Association of some animal mating rituals.

Third person POV

This is an AU parallel to Altaira's OG universe.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

It's been said that the demons have peculiar and sometimes even outlandish mating rituals, but even these had far exceeded anyone's notions of what those of the Devildom's nobility had in mind when it came to the new human exchange student, a highly eligible bachelorette. Eight particular demons had their sights set on her, and it was unprecedented with what they were going to come up with to win her favor.

It was the evening of the first spring ball, welcoming the equinox. A time of rebirth, fresh growth, and more importantly to the demons, it was their preferred time to look for a partner. One wouldn't necessarily call it a mating season, but it could be accurate in some regards.

And there was only one prize worth the demon lords' time and attention: Altaira.

For the past week, each of the eight demons had tried various means of demonstrating their interest in her. One brought her shining knick knacks. Another merely made his presence more known to her by playing video games in her room. A third offered to cook for her. One had done her homework for her. Her room was cleaned. Laundry done. Cosmetics and bath items replenished. New sheet music and vintage records procured for her. And lastly, a new handbag made with the rare hide of a black unicorn and 24k gold hardware, known to be worth at least half a million Grimm, was left on her bed wrapped in a black and gold bow.

But the first spring ball was the night all of them had planned to make their first official moves.

She was the embodiment of luxury and decadence that night, wearing a full ballgown in the most beautiful rose gold satin fabric and off-shoulder sleeves, shining like ripples of rose waters beneath the castle lights. She was adorned with fine jewelry and hair pieces, her makeup full-glam as always, and hair left down in beautiful retro Old Hollywood curls. Her charm left no survivors, as she had everyone wrapped around her finger that evening. Little did she know that the game was then afoot to see if she would take any suitors.

First came the second born.

"Hey!" Mammon blurted out next to her. Altaira turned and lit up at the demon. Her adoring expression made him lose his gumption, causing him to stumble over his next words. "Well, if you aren't, uh, busy..."

"Would you dance with me, Mammon?" She asked sweetly. He melted internally at how she said his name. She held her hand out, and finally, when his brain cell came back into orbit, he took it and led her to the dance floor.

"So, is anyone buggin' ya tonight? Just say the word, and I'll give em what for," he tried to say roughly, but the blush on his cheeks wasn't terribly convincing.

She chuckled. "No, I think everyone is behaving so far. You're very sweet, though," she replied.

His cheeks turned darker, and his wings perked up on end, trying to catch her attention. He kept his focus solely on her and brought himself only slightly closer. Her jasmine and vanilla scent made him even more desperate. Finally feeling his instincts taking over, he started to ramp up his dancing skills, drawing her in close and twirling her away, watching as she nearly floated with grace. Those twinkling eyes shone better than any topaz he'd seen. His wings stood up higher and out proudly, and his chest began to vibrate with a softened hum.

He lost track of time and anything else going on when he was with her like this. His focus wasn't always the best in all situations, but when she was in his grasp, there was nary a person who could break his attention away. And maybe if he didn't win her favor tonight, he wouldn't stop here either. He'd always try for the rest of her days to bring her home to him and him only.

Before he could even realize it, she was stepping back. "Thank you for the dance, Mammon," she murmured sweetly.

Unable to string together anything else, he watched her walk away. She found Barbatos and took a drink he offered to her. The second born retreated to where his younger brothers sat, only to be met with their berating comments.

"Well, looks like Mammon struck out, no surprise," Asmo mused, looking at his fresh manicure. "Who's next?"

"I'll go," Satan purred. "I at least have a chance."

"We'll see about that," Asmo chuckled.

"I didn't strike out," Mammon mumbled to himself, looking away.

Satan approached Altaira smoothly, gliding around the other guests and asserting himself at her side, interrupting a lower demon.

"Might I have a turn with the lovely lady?" He asked charmingly.

"Of course," she replied sweetly, taking his outstretched hand.

The fourth born took her to the floor and led her through a waltz. But the moment her shadow blue eyes caught his shining blue-green ones, he verbally froze. He could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her hand, her perfume overcasting his ability to think, and her youthful, kind face put a halt to his ideation of wooing her. His plan was to snake his tail around her waist and keep her close, showcasing his defensive demonic armor of the scales lacing his appendage, but that was long gone then as well.

"Is something the matter, Satan?" She asked softly, her eyes widening. The way she even said his name had him stammering for what to reply with.

"N-Nothing... I, uh, well... You look... nice," he finally spat out. She gave a soft smile, and he knew he could have been so much smoother than that.

"Thank you, so do you," she replied joyfully.

Satan didn't even stand a chance, because as soon as the song was over, he was too overtaken with his frustration, or, we could call, "flustration" as the next bachelor came up to shoot his shot.

"Hey, Altaira, I brought you a cupcake. Also, can we dance together for the next song?" Beel asked innocently, inadvertently overshadowing his older brother.

She looked overjoyed. "Oh Beel! Thank you, you're so sweet. Sure," she replied. Beel guided her away from the still frustrated fourth born who finally realized she was gone and now failed his mission.

Satan stomped back to where his other brothers were, and Asmo could only laugh at his older brother.

"Smooth, Satan, smooth," Asmo chortled, all too smug at the moment.

"Shut up!" Satan snapped. "I'd like to see any of you do better!"

"Is that right?" Lucifer murmured behind the fourth born. Satan rolled his eyes and turned slowly to face the eldest.

"Don't even start," Satan hissed.

The eldest looked back out to the dance floor and watched Beel and the human woman dancing away. Beel at least looked happy, but that look was also how he looked at desserts from Madame Devian's, which made Lucifer slightly concerned. Though a finer eye was required to see how Beel's wings were subtly vibrating down his back, a soft hum following the tune of the song to try and keep her attention on him. The sixth born's concept was to offer food and then showcase his listening skills, which was a noble effort, but all in vain, he came to find.

"I think you all know that she's only entertaining your foolishness to be nice. She has no intention of coming back with any of you," Lucifer quipped.

Levi bristled then. "And how would you know?"

"Because that's her nature– to be polite and put on a front. You can see it the moment she accepts your invitations to dance. That uncomfortable smile, the forced eye contact, and the rigid way she holds herself. It's all there," the eldest answered.

"Sounds like someone else we know," Belphie jabbed back.

Lucifer snapped his head back toward the youngest. "I will have you all behaving yourselves. I know at this time of year you're all on edge, but dash those hopes away now of any thoughts you had of satisfying those urges with her. I won't have it."

By then, Levi had left as Beel was returning, determined to get his chance with her, even if she turned him down for more than just a dance.

"Save it, Lucifer. We all know you're interested in her as well, and you're no better than us when it comes to this season," Belphie snapped back.

"Remember that disgusted look he had when that witch approached him this time last year?" Asmo reminded them with a chuckle. They all laughed at Lucifer's dismay but quit when he sent a fiery glare back at them.

Their attention returned to Altaira, and to their surprise, they saw her and the envious third born giggling as she whispered things in his ears. All six sat in utter loss at what he could have done to earn such a gesture, even more so when they noticed Levi's thumb vigorously running back and forth over where it touched her hand, his tail lightly caressing the fabric along the hem of her ballskirt. When that song was over and he was returning, his face went awash with disappointment.

"Well?" All six asked in unison.

"Well what? You know it didn't work!" Levi barked, sitting down in a huff. "Didn't even get to try and talk to her. That was my whole plan."

"One, you are terrible at conversing. You should have had another plan. Two, you guys were talking! And touching! What did you say?" Asmo asked.

"I didn't even get a chance to show her what I wanted to do to show I was interested! She started talking about a new game she downloaded on her phone, and I forgot all about tonight!" Levi said in exasperation.

"Good job," Mammon grunted, his arms folded and sitting slouched in his chair, watching her take the next candidate to the dance floor, Belphie.

The youngest immediately began talking to Altaira about the stars and some recent meteor showers he was able to watch in the observatory. She seemed eager enough to listen, so the rest of the brothers were interested to see how this ended.

"Well? What do you think?" Mammon poked the first born.

"Think? I know she's still uninterested. Altaira is kind to Belphie because they're both similar in a lot of ways, but she's not letting her guard down for him to try anything," Lucifer answered arrogantly, swirling a glass of Demonus.

The youngest demon brother twirled her around and showed his more charming side to her, and there was a moment of doubt in the eyes of his brothers when she laughed whole-heartedly, a sound they rarely heard. Belphie gave her his warmest smile and glided across the floor with such an elegance and repose that his brothers all wondered where this side came from when considering his laziness. One could suppose that such sloth could wait if there's an opportunity for such favor from someone to possibly join his bed.

But that was not meant to be as she excused herself just as the song ended. She quickly flitted away from the floor and left all the brothers wondering what she was doing.

Belphie returned quickly, finding his chair next to Beel. He looked up to see all six staring at him.

"What?"

"Did you run her off?" Asmo asked seriously, now seemingly jealous and miffed. "She acted like she couldn't get away from you fast enough."

"She was tired, Asmo," Belphie replied with an eye roll.

"We all know Lucifer's too good for this, so, Asmo, I guess it's your turn," Satan mused, finishing his glass of Demonus.

"Oh, no, I won't be participating. I'm going to an orgy tonight, and Altaira already said no," Asmo replied gleefully. Even Lucifer gave a raised brow to his younger brother, while the rest had looks of varying levels of dismay.

"No way! So you asked her before the ball even started?! How's that fair?!" Mammon griped at Asmo.

The other five began to join the fray as the eldest slipped away to find Altaira back in the far corner, clearly seeking refuge as she folded her arms and hung her head low.

"Tired already?" Lucifer asked with a cocked brow.

"Aren't you?" She asked, slowly bringing her head up. His heart softened at that look because he knew she was being genuine when she looked up at him with the smallest creases in her makeup under her eyes, her brows slightly pinched together, and lips in a thin line. But it was moments like these when he truly felt connected to her, to the soul that lay within.

"Would it be a huge ask to come dance with me?" He murmured quietly to her.

Her head tilted, and before she could respond verbally, her body was doing the rest automatically by offering her hand to him. His large, gloved hand accepted it and led her to the dance floor once more.

"I was hoping this would be a slower song, one a little less taxing than a waltz," he murmured again to her. He was correct, and she nodded slowly. She shuffled in closer and nearly had her head laid against his chest, much to his pride's delight.

All six brothers sat in wrathful consternation.

"Of all the pricks..." Satan said with an eye roll, huffing as he slouched back against his chair, yanking down a glass of Demonus from an unsuspecting waiter who happened to just walk by, and then the fourth born was growling to get them to leave.

"You had to know that was coming," Asmo said with a tipsy lilt to his voice.

"Still, it's annoying to see Lucifer get his way like that," Belphie added bitterly. All six quietly drank their Demonus.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Mammon said very quietly. He was closely dialed in on the pair as they gazed into each other's eyes, the flicker of hope in the demon's, and the charming haze in the human's.

"Why's that?" Levi asked, lazily circling his finger on the rim of the glass while holding his head in the other hand, looking despondent.

"Wait..." Satan sat up, watching the new scene unfold.

Near the end of the song, and getting closer to the end of the night, a looming, tall, muscular figure worked his way through the crowd, head well above most the lower demons. At the same time, Lucifer was working his charms, his wings upright, and feathers fluffed out. He hovered over her and whispered in her ear, and chuckled lowly at her soft replies. Occasionally, she took in his demonic form, to his pride, and appreciated his meticulous appearance. His feathers would flutter, wings slightly waving to let the light catch their blue sheen, but anyone else could just mistake that for him dancing across the floor. When her gaze would travel back to his, he made sure to catch it and hold it for as long as he could. Truly, just as his brothers mentioned, he wasn't safe from spring's seductive song either, his instincts telling him to work faster so that he could lure her into his proverbial trap.

Just as Lucifer was about to strike, almost drawing her in closer to murmur his request to her with his lips pressed against her ear in a voice so sultry and deep that he was certain it'd cause the most erotic reaction from her, the pair was interrupted. A hand appeared on her shoulder, a large, taupe hand adorned with black nails and gold wrist markings.

"Altaira," a bright tenor voice called to her. At that same moment, the song ended, and the pair broke their union as she turned to face the Demon Prince himself, the eighth and final contender for the evening.

"Diavolo," she replied with a sparkling tone of surprise.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to take you to the floor before the night is over. I can't leave my people wanting as I have yet to dance with anyone this evening," Diavolo stated sincerely, a kind smile on his lips. Lucifer bowed his head only slightly in understanding and walking away, but not before taking Altaira's hand and raising it up to his face.

"Thank you. I hope I can catch you one more time before we depart for the evening," he murmured to her, his ruby orbs trained on her lips. She nodded, and he left them to return to his brothers.

The six brothers remained silent as their eldest brother passed by, going straight for another glass of Demonus. Lucifer snatched one up and sat himself down, crossing a leg and glaring down the prince.

"So..." Mammon started to say but stopped.

"Not. A. Word," Lucifer snapped.

Taking the hint, the rest all watched the newest scene unfold, wondering what the prince's grand plan was if he was able to upheave the Avatar of Pride.

"Why have you not danced with anyone else? I'm sure one of the greater witches would've liked to," Altaira commented warily, sizing up the Demon Lord.

"You're right, there are others who likely would've taken me up on the offer, but I don't get to spend nearly enough time with you," he replied smoothly with a soft grin on his lips. His head was tilted down to speak to her softly, and his body, so large and muscular, totally eclipsed her except the outer ranges of her ballskirt from view during certain turns in their waltz.

"That's kind of you. Shall we make the most of it then?" She asked sweetly in return.

"Absolutely," he murmured, his grin turning more wicked.

As the song picked up, so did he. Diavolo led her through the most complex steps, twisting and turning her about the floor as others began to disappear to let the two have their moment. He was correct, as his people truly enjoyed watching him and letting him have the spotlight. But, of course, his dance partner was something of a spectacle herself, as it was still a rare thing to see a human in their realm, and more so to watch her dance with their crowned ruler. Some watched in envy, of either of the two, really, and others watched in lust, as the spring's siren song was leaving no demon untouched by its melody.

"Altaira," he murmured as the song was starting to reach its crescendo, so that others wouldn't hear.

The gold details on his horns and wings would occasionally catch her attention, shining perfectly and causing small reflections to bounce off them. She finally looked up at him squarely in his golden gaze, watching how his face shone under the castle lights. The strings increased in volume, the piano playing underneath carrying the tune along, causing her skin to flush with a prickling sensation, her synesthesia peaking at that particular moment as she studied his expression.

"Oh, he's good," Asmo observed drunkenly. "I'm off, got an orgy to attend."

None of the brothers even reacted to the fifth born, as they were all captivated by watching her and her only. Diavolo dipped her down in a grand sweep, and the crowd clapped softly as he brought her back up and continued to taking her in another lap around the dance floor, letting everyone see how the two reacted to one another. Their chemistry, like potassium chlorate and sugar, the fuel and the oxidizer, with the mix of spring's fresh, lust-ladden air like sulfuric acid to catalyze the reaction, was unmistakable. Passion in every step began to ignite the night, electrifying the air around them.

And not once did his sights wander. He was wholly and only focused on this radiant soul staring back up at him through shadow blue eyes adorned with black liner and pink glitter. She sparkled like the violent reaction they emulated, and he only served to keep it going in perpetuity. Sending her outward in a twirl, only keeping his hand latched onto hers, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a smile, and there wasn't a demon around who didn't feel her radiance bathing the prince. Pulling her back in, he drew her in closer, one hand held beside them, upright, while the other sank lower on her corseted waist, now resting high on her hip. He could feel her fingertips pressing more into his bare skin then.

"There's none more beautiful than you," he murmured softly in her ear, his cologne and natural scent filling her senses. "I know everyone here is vying for your company tonight, and forgive me for adding to the fray, but if you've made no other commitments, I'd love for you to stay with me tonight in my room. Maybe we could spend even more time together?"

"I'd love to, Diavolo," she agreed in a purr, kissing his cheek.

"Dammit," all six said in unison.

The game was over. Everyone's hopes were finally snuffed out by that one action, knowing not a single other suitor that night had received more than just her platitudes and active conversations. And as the prince brought her closer, her chest pressed against his lower sternum, still whispering in her ear and causing her to smile wider and wider, everyone understood that they would have to let their ambitions for the evening shatter, because there was no changing her mind, nor swaying the prince into letting his prize go.

Late the next morning, Altaira and Asmodeus walked through the front doors of the House of Lamentation, arm in arm and still giggling, holding a few shopping bags in their free hands. After saying their goodbyes, Altaira went to her room, and Asmo dropped by the common room to find all of his brothers glaring at him, nursing their hangovers and broken dreams.

"Well, it seems all of you have your feathers ruffled. I wonder why that could be?" He said smugly to them.

"Why are you the one bringing her home?" Satan growled, holding his head in one hand as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"I met her for breakfast to talk about last night, and then we went shopping," Asmo answered coolly, setting his bags down and folding his arms as he leaned against the frame of the entryway.

"Then why don't you tell us why none of our plans worked, but Diavolo's did?" Mammon demanded half-heartedly.

"Do you really want to know?" Asmo asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"C'mon, just say it. What does Diavolo have that we don't?" Belphie griped.

"Is it money?"

"Power?"

"His looks?"

"A castle?"

"A butler?"

Asmo held his hand up to stop the berating questions before the eldest could snap at them all.

"You all do realize Altaira isn't that shallow, right?" The fifth born accused.

"Spill it, Asmo," Satan snapped.

"It's because he makes her feel wanted without pressuring her. You all are so obvious in the way you approach her. She knows exactly what you're up to the moment you start talking to her," Asmo answered honestly. "That handbag he sent her? She asked if she needed to return it the next day, and he said she was free to do what she wanted with it. He's been sending her gifts for ages now without the expectation of anything in return."

They all sat in silence, but Lucifer finally slapped his newspaper down and stared at Asmodeus.

"That's ridiculous. What else is it?" He asked accusingly.

Asmo sighed and picked up his bags, shrugging, "I mean, if you really must know..."

The other six brothers all watched him start to walk away.

Once he was out of sight but still within earshot, the Avatar of Lust said, "It's also because he's covered in gold, huge muscles, and has a big dick."

There was a stunned silence for a few moments before Mammon finally piped up, "I thought Asmo said she wasn't shallow?"

"He meant it's that, plus we put too much pressure on her," Beel replied.

The other five nodded and sighed, left to face another spring alone.

For now.

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uwusenpaiuwu · 3 years

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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

#mikey x male reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjirou x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno

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tsukuyohmi · 2 years

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°✿ you stubborn idiot ⬎

sfw vax’ildan vessar x male!reader

fem aligned dni, i check and i will block you

i am so very sure that this will not be of interest to many but i thank you, whoever sent me this lovely request. vax is my boy, my heart, my love. him, percy, and pike have always been my favorites and i was sure i was never gonna get a vox machina request so thank you very much, nonny

while whitestone held it’s own beauty in the aftermath of everything, (name) had to silently admit to himself that nothing really beat returning to greyskull keep after such a draining adventure. his damaged, ruined armor felt like it weighed more than the world as the dull throbbing in his gut mixed with the deep ache in his chest. exhaustion clouded his thoughts, filling the void that the adrenaline had been just a few hours ago.

he stayed silent, barely glancing at percy and grog as he gently pushed his way passed the two of them. he didn’t even glance back at the soft calls of his name as he made his way to the keep, teeth digging deeply into his bottom lip and filling his mouth with the all too familiar taste of blood. he couldn’t be near them right now, he didn’t want to hear their concerns.

he didn’t want to look at the concern in his eyes.

if he had to fool himself more into thinking the half elf returned any sort of feelings his, he would rip out his own heart and stomp on it. this whole adventure proved that he had been fooling himself since day one. he was a love sick fool but didn’t regret the pain in his abdomen, he just didn’t want her hands on him until he cooled down. his vision was too blurred, too green and blind to be grateful to the kind hearted druid.

“wait, (name). stop,” the sweet voice of the ever charming vax’ildan filled his ears and it was too painful at how light his heart feels. “please... i know you’re hurt. let me at least look at it.”

the (species) male was sure his heart stilled for a moment when the half elf’s hand grasped his wrist, pulling him to a stop. he didn’t even try to fight the other’s grip as he kept his gaze locked on the floor, his heart pounding in his ears as he felt silent tears fill his eyes. why, why did his heart choose someone so charming?

a pale, gentle hand lifted his chin to bring his stubborn gaze up to meet those sweet amber hues. dark brows furled, concern filling vax’ildan’s gaze as his thumb brushes away a tear rolling down a (tone) cheek. “hey there sunlight, come on. let’s get that wound dressed until pike gets back,” his voice filled with kindness and concern coaxed the tired male, not getting any resistance or objection as he pulled the other to the dining room of the keep.

the rogue gently pushed the other onto one of the wooden chairs, meticulously removing each piece of his armor. his lips pursed in a tight line as his gaze locked on the dark, scarlet spot on the thin shirt clinging to (name)’s abdomen with a frayed hole in the center.

“you didn’t have to take a bullet for me, i hate seeing you hurt like this...”

a heat filled the (species)’s face at the words, his heart skipping a beat at the sweet, honey like words. he looked off to the side, not even able to meet the other’s gaze. “a bullet isn’t too bad of a price to protect... a friend.”

a silence filled the room for a moment, broken by a light smack sound that’s soon followed by a soft whine. (name) rubbed the spot of his forehead where vax had flicked him fairly hard, tired (color) hues locked on the frustrated face of the half elven rogue. “you’re such an idiot. whatever that demon possessing percy was... it could have killed you, (name). you’re lucky you just got a hole in your stomach.”

“says the idiot who rushes head first into danger at every chance he gets.”

silence fell between the two of them again as vax dug through his bag at his side, pulling out some cloth and bandages. it made guilt flood through the male’s chest for harsh tone, gaze falling down to his blood stained hands. he knew he was never the warmest to the others, his own past building a wall in trust to the others but vax’ildan... he was always so sweet and kind to him. it had melted the cold, distant heart in his chest.

that shattered when he saw the moment between the man who stole his heart and the druid that was so hard to hate.

he could see the gaze between them, the almost kiss. all in the middle for fighting for their lives and (name) had been filled with a heartbroken rage that grog would have praised him for. ever since that fight, he barely even spoke. he refused to look in vax’s direction but even that couldn’t last long. not when he was almost taken from them by the briarwoods and then by possessed percy.

a bullet really, really wasn’t that big of a price when it came to vax’ildan.

“there, all cleaned up,” the soft voice of the aforementioned half elf broke him out of his own mind, gaze falling on the blood soaked cloth in the other’s hands. “does it hurt? can you move ok?”

the (species) shook his head, standing to his feet to gently grab his armor from the table. “i’m ok... thank you and i’m sorry,” he mumbled softly as he tried to book it out of the kitchen, key word is tried.

a warm hand gripped his arm once more, keeping him from leaving. “(name)... talk to me. you’ve barely even looked at me these past few days. did i do something?”

the male shook his head almost violently as his grip on his armor tightened. “no. i just want to lay down in my own bed, that’s all.”

a huff came from the half elven rogue as a rough tug pulled (name) into a firm chest. “you think you’re hard to read but you really aren’t. was it what the briarwoods did to me? i promise, the charm is gone.”

this time, (name) tried his best to fight against vax’s grip. he wanted to get away, away from the pounding in his chest and the heat in his face. he wanted to get away from these feelings flooding his aching heart. “please, vax. i just wanted to leave to my room and rest.”

“not until you tell me what i did.” vax grabbed the other’s chin, pulling his face once more to meet his gaze. his amber hues scanned over (name)’s face, trying to find every tell he could to get the truth out of him. “please... i hate seeing you mad at me.”

(name) screwed his eyes shut, trying everything to avoid those eyes that will bring the truth spilling from his lips if he stared for too long. he couldn’t, his feelings were not to be shared. not ever, not when they would be thrown back in his face. he didn’t know if that fragile bridge of trust that was building could handle it. he never wants to ruin the good thing that vox machina has given him. a home, friends, love... things he can’t remember the last time he had or felt. if his heart closed off once more, he was sure the others would reject him as well.

a moment passed, then two, then five. silent, still air was only broken by the soft sound of vax’ildan’s breath against (name)’s trembling, bitten lips. the longer the moments dragged, the closer the half elf leaned in until finally, his soft lips captured the other’s chapped and wounded ones. it was sweet and gentle, trying so hard not to cause more pain to the other male as he poured all the ache in his own chest into the kiss.

and just like that, the tears from before cascaded down the (species)’s (tone) cheeks like hot waterfalls. his arms dropped the armor on the floor with a loud crash to shove his fingers through dark brown tresses, deepening the kiss and ignoring the pain and taste of blood. it was fine, it was all fine in this moment. the kiss, the careful arms around his waist, the almost nonexistent space between their bodies, all of it seemed to chase the aches and exhaustion from his body.

“you don’t have to tell me... i just ask one thing of you,” vax’ildan mumbled softly against (name)’s lips, not wanting to break the contact so soon.

“please, never scare me like that again. i never want to lose you.”

#♡.soft #♤.vibecheck #□.ramble #vox machina x male reader #critical role x male reader #vax'ildan x male reader #vax x male reader #vax'ildan vessar x male reader #male reader #male!reader #x male!reader #x male reader #male reader insert

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tinyproprodigy · 2 years

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"Prystin" - Demon Muriel x you

||Note: you will be addressed as "you" the whole time without mention of any gender specifications.||

||reblogs are welcome!||

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+ demon muriel

+coffee shop owner reader

+cheerful reader

+Muriel being Muriel

+"You're adorable, you know that?"

+cookie snatching-

+coffee spilling

"Here you go!" You smiled brightly at the strange yet regular customer as he hastily exchanged the loads of bread he bought for money before scurrying off flushed without a word.

This had been a new thing that started happening every day. He'd walk in alone, stay at an available table- seeming to work on what he was going to say before walking towards the counter and requesting the same order with the same quantity as always. Five packets of Bread.

You didn't think that much of it since it wasn't your job to dwell on your customer's habits. If he was socially awkward, then he was socially awkward. It wasn't your place to question him, you thought as you smiled at him nonetheless. The friendly half customer service, half genuine smiles you had given him everytime seemed to surprise him.

You wondered when he'd get used to it. 'It was rather charming though', you thought to yourself, wiping the counter clean.

Something you hadn't noticed though was how he had always slipped a cookie in his sleeve. Everyday you walked to the backroom of the bakery to pack him fresh bread, he would sneak one small cookie out of the display jar and hide it under his robe.

It wasn't because he didn't have money that badly, he brought a lot of bread from this shop and Smoked eel from the next. He had his...reasons.

Rounding the corner of the building, he walked up to a man hunched down with his arms around his knees. He was rather poor when it came to how life treated him for a long while, but he was familiar with Muriel as he watched him walk closer, a slow smile growing on the old man's face.

"Muriel, mi amigo." He cheered with a wide grin as he got up from his seat and patted the taller male on his arm. "How's life been treating ya?"

A shrug was all he received as he placed the packets of bread in his hands.

"Ah, bread. You went to the bakery."

"Yeah..."

An uncharacteristically serious expression came over the old man's face as he inched closer, sharp eyes dead set on Muriel's hard ones. "Did you...do it?"

This question earned an uncomfortable and ashamed nod in return. Stealing wasn't something Muriel was quite proud of.

"Right, don't beat yourself up over it too much." The senior sighed, attempting to comfort him. "We have to do what we have to do to survive ya know?"

And a deep secret this was.

Demons had roles, parts of their own to fill in. characteristics that fit their behavior well enough. To endure the drawback, they had to commit one delinquency a day. The scale of it didn't matter, so long as you committed it with or without getting caught.

There were not many empathetic demons, to begin with, but that didn't mean everyone had been doing it out of wanting. This was a delicate situation. One miscalculation and there goes your reputation. If you had one, to begin with.

The elder man had been caught stealing once and his current position was proof that if you're not subtle and quick enough, expect consequences.

This did not mean there was no way out though, no, no, no.

There was a term only known amongst demons. A prystin. Quite similar to a soulmate but had the literal definition of 'cure' in demon jargon.

So long as you found your prystin, you would be rid of your...situation.

With a prystin, warmth would be available to a demon's cold touch.

Prystins did not come easy though, some naturally dying from birth and others not even meeting in their lifetime. It wasn't as simple as it sounded.

A few days had passed and once again, he had walked in. Taking his seat, he sighed as his nervousness intensified. Busying himself with the decorative sitems on the table and later the glass of lemon water, his mouth started to dry up out of anxiety.

Completely oblivious to his spur of tension, you sauntered over with a cup of coffee- ready to have a normal conversation with your regular customer for once. 'Maybe he'd be less nervous?' You pondered a few minutes before his entrance earlier on.

"Hey." You simply greeted, beaming as you placed the cup on the table. "Feel free to drink up while you wait. Wouldn't wanna stay empty-handed, right?" You chided before noticing his lack of eye contact.

Clearing your throat, you drew back. Your smile never faltered. "I'll be behind the counter as usual." And with that, you walked off to help another customer.

He had waited for a few minutes to mentally ready himself. Opting to look out the window at the rest walking around and having conversations.

He wondered how many of them were secretly demons like him. Secretly doing their own fraudulent acts while keeping the visage up without much effort.

He wished he was more subtle. Able to easily brush off acts like this instead of it eating him up inside every day. Remembering what he had been doing since he was a kid- up until now.

He watched you in silence as you gathered a customer's orders, joking with another who barked up a laugh at whatever you had said.

You were a hard worker. Waking up early and closing up quite late. The sign outside said as much. He imagined you working on your food at night, huffing in exhaustion as you glanced up at the time. 2 am.

He was taking cookies from you every day while you worked hard to make them at night. "Disgusting..." He muttered, shaking his head as the same thoughts repeated themselves in his head, making him feel more nefarious by the second before a low gasp caught his attention.

"...it's that bad?" You asked, your eyes drifting to the untouched coffee and glass of lemon water in front of him. You watched as his eyes widened and his mouth slightly open in shock before rapidly shaking his head.

"N-no! That's not it!" He reassured, as he wrapped his large hand around the glass, taking gulp after gulp of its contents before unintentionally slamming it on the table near the coffee, making it wobble and threaten to spill for a minute before pausing. "It's nice!"

A beat of silence passed as his face reddened by the second as he processed what he had done. How would he come back tomorrow after that!?

A laugh caught his attention as you covered a hand over your mouth, your own cheeks coloring as you tried to hold down a louder hackle. "You're adorable, you know that?" You replied casually with a fond sigh as you collected his cup.

He froze in place, the tips of his ears and his cheeks suddenly burning red as he mumbled out "...A-adorable?"

"Yup" grabbing and shifting a dark-colored placemat, you placed his usual order by his table for a change as he fumbled for a response.

"It's on the house today!"

"What?"

Nudging a thumb at his package, a sinking realization settled within the nervous man. You had brought his package for him...

"You don't have to pay." You specified, an ignorant smile proudly plastered on your face.

"You don't have to..." He reassured, moving to get up from his seat. He had been pondering on the situation for too long. If he had done it earlier, none of this would have happened!

"Oh, don't worry much. You're a regular so you get-" you cut yourself off, moving to steady the cup Muriel had nudged with his knee in his attempt to get up and escape the deal- but you were late by a second.

The lukewarm, dark coffee had already made it's way into his cloak while you had been panicking for tissues and napkins.

"Sorry," you huffed as you helplessly watched him wipe away at the stain.

"...It's not your fault..." He replied. He could barely feel any type of heat anyways.

"If you'd like, I could work on your cloak at the back." The suggestion came with a apologetic smile as you nudged a thumb towards the backroom.

"Don't you have custo.....mers" he slowly asked as he looked around, noticing he was the only person left. Was he really taking THAT long!?

"Nah, they all left." Lifting the cloak up, you walked off, leaving Muriel with the choice to follow or stay put.

A part of him wanted to leave, he had been here for far too long, this was supposed to be an in and out routine but...he did not want to leave anymore.

A very foreign feeling as he did not know what was causing this. Gulping down his nerves, he decided to venture towards the backroom.

"It's just going to be a 5 minute thingy." You explained, your gaze drifting off to the washing machine working swiftly.

"...At least now there's a reason for the bread being on the house?" You joked, causing a huff of amusement from him.

Did- did you just almost make him laugh!?

"Oh? You were capable of a smile all along?"

This caused him to blush heavily as he slightly grunted, already missing his cloak to hide his expression in.

"Alright, alright!" You laughed, swapping his cloak in the washing machine- to the dry cleaner.

"Another three minutes and you're set." You explained, gesuring him to follow you back to the seats.

The conversation between you two was light as you had made sure to make him feel comfortable. Whether you had to do that by making jokes left, right and center.

What you did take note on though, was how he had been specifically anxious about answering specific questions. Questions that had a chance to lead to him being a demon, but you did not know that. But you enjoyed each others company nonetheless, learning more about each other.

"Geez..." The clock read 9 pm. "You're cloak was done an hour ago." You laughed, getting up to go collect his belonging.

A short while later you had returned with it. "Here you go."

Wrapping it around himself he had tried pinning a part together, which decided to be difficult today. After collecting his package, you watched him struggle for a while before choosing to help.

Making sure to put effort on your tippy toes, you took his hands away from the clasps and began working on it.

"You don't"- he began before stopping. He wrapped his hands over yours in a try to interrupt you. Your soft hands in his calloused ones. It felt warm.

An unfamiliar feeling of warmth.

"Don't worry, I got it." You shook you head with a smile, once again- unaware of his inner dilemma.

His many conversations with the old man came steering on and wirling in his mind. His eyes slightly widened as he felt more warmer as thoughts played over and over in a speeding pace before the conclusion presented itself.

You were his prystin.

A/n :

Y'all i gave this scenario to my older sis to see what she would do if she was in this situation and she said she would call the cops on Muriel cuz he's probably going to suffocate people with bread till they die "cuz why was he so jittery?" 💀

I'm dying- Poor Muriel! LMFAO

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x you #muriel x male reader #muriel x female reader #muriel x ng reader

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