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helloooo!! can I request a the pjsk boys with a reader who is "perfect"/popular (example: good grades, a lot of friends, talented in art/most school subjects, etc) but they actually hate it (bc people keep using it as an argument when the reader discusses about their grades)? I'm sorry if this is too specific bc this is basically a summary of me 😭 But anyway, thanks in advance, I love your writing <)

-> 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞…

You can’t help being a natural at almost anything you do, just like others can’t help seeing that as your only trait. Fortunately, there’s always someone who doesn’t see you only for your skills…

With Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma & Rui Kamishiro | Genre - Comfort with a fair amount of angst

Cw) anxiety, pent up emotions, belittling, fights (none between reader and characters listed above), it gets noticeably shorter during Tsukasa’s part cause I was tired

Akito felt honored at first. You, of all people, saw something good enough in him that was actually worth something. It almost didn’t feel real. But this type of thinking didn’t last long, not even a week in fact.

He quickly realized he shouldn’t have been idolizing you the way he was, and you were still a regular person just like him. You may be more skilled, intelligent and quicker than others, but you were still a regular high schooler at the end of the day.

But that didn’t make others think the same way.

You made everything look so easy, so simple. Your peers admired you for this, and held you up on the pedestal Akito once did. A part of him worried about you. After all, all these people can’t acknowledge any flaws you have. You should be happy, right?

But that wasn’t the case at all.

You felt pressured, anxious, worried. What if you messed something up? Would anyone ever see you the same way? Everything had to be perfect, it just has to.

The street singer recognized your thinking, it felt all too familiar to him. He assured you it’s okay to make mistakes, and not everything has to be perfect. But that’s what he thinks, what about what everyone else thinks? It didn’t take long for you to find that out however.

“Ah, I can’t believe I failed the exam… I didn’t think it’d be that hard!” One of your classmates said.

“Tell me about it, half the questions weren’t even on the study guide we got.” Another classmate replied.

The exam was… hard. But it wasn’t impossible. It felt like it was designed to challenge everyone rather than actually test the students. Even you flunked the test a bit.

“I bet you (Name) over there still managed to get a 100, right (Name)?” One of which called over to you, you didn’t bother to remember who though.

“Actually… I got a lower grade as well. 78 out of a 100. It was pretty difficult this time.” You replied.

You were hoping your words would make the others feel less failure. If you got a low grade- what they considered a perfect classmate and student- then they shouldn’t stress too much over their failures. Right?

You wish you were right.

“Are you kidding me? You get a 100 on like… everything! How did your grade drop that bad?” The girl scowled at you, feeling as if you were mocking her for some reason.

“Well it wasn’t the easiest, and it was designed to challenge us, including me.” You said back. Your two classmates looked at you in disbelief. Were you being serious?

“It’s different coming from you. You place in the top 10 all the time during these tests! Usually your first! You should have been the one who passed.” Ouch.

Those words hit you like a brick. Yeah… they were right, you were supposed to be the saving grace for the class’s average. And you went ahead and flopped just like everyone else? They were right, you had no excuse.

The bell rang and you picked up your bag, hastily walking out of the classroom. You couldn’t be seen like this, everyone’s going to find out…

Navigating the crowded hallways, you search for the school’s exit. The staff will only think you got sick and had to go home, no one would ever think of you as a class cutter. If it’s only one time… they shouldn’t mind.

Right as you were about to push the door open, a hand grabs your shoulder.

“Where do you think your going..?” A familiar voice asked.

You turn around, fearing the worst and expecting to make eye contact with a teacher.

“…without me.” He finished.

“Akito!”

He let go of your shoulder, figuring you got the hint. He chuckled a bit as your face showed relief. ‘They must have been really worried about getting caught.’ He thinks.

“Great to see you too. Now, would you answer the question?” His voice sounded stern, yet playful.

“It was just… a bad time today. In class I mean. Um, I don’t think I feel comfortable talking about it here though.” You said. The last thing you needed was for anyone to hear how badly you thought you screwed up.

“Alright then, lead the way.”

You looked both ways, making sure there were no witnesses nearby before pushing the door open and making a run for it, your boyfriend not far behind. You two ran for a few minutes until it was ensured no one was after you.

But neither of you quit moving. Akito wouldn’t say it himself, but he was also itching to get out of there, and was kinda grateful you were as well. Otherwise, he’d probably be suffering alone in school right now. You both were itching to get home- either of your homes.

Opening your front door- much calmer than the last door you opened, you didn’t waste a second to walk through. Kicking off your shoes and hanging your bag up, the ginger behind you following suit, you were finally home.

“So, what happened earlier?” He asked, throwing himself on your bed.He’s been wondering ever since he caught you at the school door, it was very out of character for you to.. rebel… like that.

“Right.. I had a little slip up in class. They were talking about tests grades- the most recent one they got. Everyone either failed or got below an 80, including me. I thought… I thought telling them I had a low grade as well would make them feel a bit better. But they got frustrated- saying something about how I can’t possibly fail a test.” You sighed, it was still fresh in your mind. Even as you crawled into your bed where you’re supposed to be calm.

Akito stayed silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts and thinking of the right words to use. Even if you didn’t say it flat out, he knew you were troubled at the thought of people thinking differently of you. You felt this strange ‘responsibility’ of maintaining this perfectionist reputation. He was never sure how to feel about that. Should he have reassured you more? Been more worried? He couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“You shouldn’t worry about what those bitches think. They clearly didn’t understand that test wasn’t meant to be passed with a perfect score, huh? You did though, and you still passed right? Even if you failed, that’s okay. At the end of the day… isn’t it just a number?”

You took a moment to process his words. He was right, you did still pass. Even if it wasn’t a perfect score… a passing grade is enough, right?

“You don’t like the way you are, don’t you?” He continued, this time getting past your imaginary mask.

You shook your head silently. Of course you didn’t. Everyone expects so much from you all the time, it’s so… stressful. You despised it, you’d do anything to be an average person.

He didn’t need you to say anything, your reaction was enough. He shifted closer to you so his presence felt less vague, it comforted you.

“I hope you realize you don’t have to do everything right, and I never want you to feel as if you have to keep that up around me.” Your heart warmed, of course he’d say that.

Even if everyone else wanted the most from you, Akito only wanted whatever you had to give. If it was nothing, that’s fine. You alone is enough for him.

It was hard for anyone to imagine Toya with a partner who’s so… outgoing. Even if it wasn’t intentional, you seemed to know anyone and everyone in the district. But as they say, opposites attract.

He never minded how well known you were. At times he may feel just a tad jealous when someone holds you up for too long, but besides that, it was never too much of a bother. He may not know what it’s like to be in your shoes, but he thought he had a good idea of what it was like.

Everyone knew you, almost all of them taking a liking to you. It was rare to hear of someone who disliked you for reasons other than jealousy. You must always have options when it comes to going out, and you’re probably entertained at functions like that often.

At least, that’s what Toya believed at first.

Slowly over time, he began to pick up on your sudden shifts in facial expressions. You were all smiles when an acquaintance came up to talk to you. But the moment they walked away, your face instantly dropped into what looked like annoyance.

You’d giggle with someone, but once they left you scoffed. You’d gossip with someone else, and once they left you’d roll your eyes. But not once did you verbally express complaint.

Toya was no idiot, he realized your stance on your popularity. You weren’t happy about it, at all. He intended in speaking to you about it eventually, but it came sooner than planned unexpectedly…

You were walking down the streets with Toya, on your way to meet up with his group at one of their favorite locations. There were more people walking than usual today, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, considering it irrelevant. But little did you know…

“Oh look, it’s (Name) and their boyfriend! How are you two?” A chipper girl said. She had an… odd… look in her eyes.

“We’re doing pretty good! We were just on our way to meet up with friends actually!” You smiled sweetly, but you felt sick to your stomach knowing who this girl was.

“That’s so cute! If you don’t mind, can me and my friends over there tag along? We won’t be a bother, I swear!” She practically squealed that first part, leaving your ears ringing.

Toya looked between you, the girl, and her friends a few feet away. He caught on to what you were thinking, thankfully.

“Apologies, but the meeting is exclusively for close friends. And we’re in a hurry, so if you’ll excuse us…”

‘He’s my saving grace’ You thought. Although, you thought just a little too soon.

“Wow (Name), you never said anything about your boyfriend being such a douche. You seriously gonna let him make these decisions for you?” You internally screamed at her, calling her all sorts of names. Of course, you refrained from this on the outside.

“He’s not making decisions for me, we are actually in a hurry and this meeting is exclusively for close friends. We need to get going now…” You took off, grabbing Toya’s hand in the process before she could say anything else.

You sighed, of course you had to have a run in like that on what was supposed to be a good day. Who knows what you’ll come home to hear this time. What’s it going to be now? You were a bitch to someone you barley knew simply because you didn’t want to be late? That is something they’d say to bring you down.

The hangout went smooth, no more random encounters with randoms. But the scene from earlier related over and over in your mind.

“(Name), are you alright?” Toya asked. He asked quietly in order to avoid attracting the attention of others, you found it considerate.

“I’m alright, just thinking. That’s all.” Liar.

Toya nodded, averting his attention back to the recording An and Akito were making him listen to. Apparently they were coming up with a new song for their next event, and wanted his input on it.

You found yourself dissociating from the group. It’s been hours, and you just wanted to get home to find out if anything new was spread about you.

“It’s getting late, I think me and (Name) are gonna head home now. Is that good, (Name)?” You practically jumped out of your seat when you heard “head home.”

“Yeah, I’m ready. I’m exhausted and need to go to sleep… I’ll see you all later!” You waved goodbye to everyone alongside Toya. Exiting Weekend Garage, making your way to Toya’s place.

The walk was silent, but a comfortable silent. Neither of you said a word the whole way to his place, but you still knew what the other was thinking.

Opening the door, he stepped aside to let you in first.

“We need to talk about something.” He said.

‘There it is…’ you thought. It was only a matter of time. He lead you upstairs to his room, hoping you’d be more comfortable talking in his own space. You took your spot on his bed, waiting for his next words.

“You’ve been acting strange, or I’ve noticed how strange you act. Specifically when your around people who seem to know you. Does that… make you uncomfortable?” Maybe it wasn’t the time to think of it, but you were relieved this wasn’t a breakup talk.

“It’s… complicated.”

“I’ll listen to any complications you have.”

Taking a deep breath, you let everything out. All the pent up frustration you’ve kept in for so long.

“I’m just so… annoyed. Annoyed with everyone. Not you of course, but all these other people. Everyone thinks I’m happy to hear their gossip about others, but it just makes me view everyone involved differently. Like that girl we saw today, she’s a cheating bitch who cheated on all her exes for some random guy she meets. And then if I tell anyone what I think of someone else, I’m the two-faced one.” You took another breath, you needed it after all that talking.

You threw your head back to the wall, sighing again. You weren’t even sure how it got like this, when all these people saw you as a comfort person. It was starting to stress you out.

Thankfully, Toya caught on. He took your hand in his and started rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It’s the little actions that always mean the most.

“I couldn’t possibly know how you feel. But what I can tell you is that none of those people deserve you. If all they do is bad mouth others to you, messing with your head, then they could do the same thing back to you. You deserve the best possible friends out there, not people who think they know you.”

“You say I deserve the best friends, but I already have the best boyfriend, don’t I?” You pointed out. His cheeks flushed a bit, but only briefly.

You chuckled at his reaction, pulling him into a hug.

“Thank you, Toya. You’re the only person I ever want to know. Well, our other friends as well. But especially you.”

He smiled into your hair. Both of you were really lucky, huh?

You were always quite talented at the arts. Whether it be musical arts, visual arts, or any other type of art, it was guaranteed you would excel. This was what inevitably drew Tsukasa towards you. He found your talent admirable, and aspired to reach your level of skill one day.

Whenever you drew around him, he watched intently, starry eyes following every pencil stroke you made. Whenever you played an instrument near him, he’d drop whatever he was going to listen. It was almost spell-bounding to him.

You of course, appreciated his enthusiasm. But sometimes you wished he’d focus a little less on whatever your doing and focus more on you. You implied this discreetly once in a conversation, and he didn’t realize till later. Once he realized though, he thought it was better to focus on you more anyways.

If Tsukasa is able to pick up on that, shouldn’t anyone else be able to? You wished that was the case

You groaned out in frustration as yet another peer handed you their art assignment to “help” with. They disguised it as help, but in reality they only wanted you to finish it for them, that way they get a better grade. It was… annoying to say the least.

Examining what was left, it seemed possible to get it done before the class ends. You got to work immediately in order to avoid any more pestering later.

As usual, other students gathered over your shoulder. Some were a little too close for comfort, and it was starting to distract you. A lot.

“I’m sorry, but could you please back up a bit? You’re in my personal space and it’s pretty distracting.” You asked as politely as possible.

The male rolled his eyes a bit before backing up. You thought that would be the end of it- you wished that was the end of it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

“What do they mean they’re ‘distracted’? They were doing just fine when I was standing that close. Making a big deal out of nothing… geez.” He spoke up, a little too late after he moved away.

Your wrist stopped, dropping the pencil. ‘What’s his problem?’

“Excuse me?”

Anyone who wasn’t looking before was definitely looking now. The room went dead quiet after hearing the malice in your voice. Others near you backed away, while some got a bit closer to hear better.

“You didn’t hear me the first time? I said you’re making a big deal out of nothing. You were doing just fine. Was all that attention not enough for you? You wanted more? Well you definitely got it now.” He laughed at bit after that last remark, pissing you off even more.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time. Just wanted to see if you had the guts to repeat it is all.”

“Oh yeah? And what were you going to do if I didn’t?”

You abruptly stood up, getting more and more irritated with every second that passed. The look on this guy’s face was enough to frustrate you alone, his words were just additions to that.

You were toe to toe with him now. Your other classmates were finally backing away now, but the only one who didn’t stayed toe to toe with you.

“Cute, you’re just gonna stand there?” He mocked.

Clenching your fist as tight as ever, you raised it. The punch was swift, but it felt like a stab in the stomach to him.

“(Full Name). Office, now.” Apparently in the midst of everything, someone went off to get a teacher before it could escalate to… that. While they were a little late, it definitely prevented it from escalating further.

You walked to the office with the teacher, holding your head down in shame. It felt like all eyes were on you, and everything sounded so quiet. The only good thing to come out of this was getting sent home early.

You got let off with a 2 day suspension, while the one who provoked you only got a detention. It pissed you off reasonably, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Because he didn’t attack first or even attack at all, you were seen as the problem.

“…and that’s how my day went. Sorry Tsukasa, I won’t see you around school for a few days.” You finished telling your boyfriend all the events that occurred today, and why someone told him to ‘get his partner in check.’

He sat in front of you dumbfounded. For a moment, he felt all the rage you felt when everything was happening. He was almost as pissed off as you were at the detention punishment as well.

“But you were being harassed! It wasn’t physical, but who knew if that guy was going to throw a punch first. You were only sticking up for yourself!” He exclaimed. You sighed, muttering an “I know” under your breath.

He huffed, crossing his arms to express his seriousness right now.

“Well… I don’t think you did anything wrong. Shouldn’t the girl who made you finish her art project be blamed for all this? If she never gave it to you then this all could have been avoided!”

“I thought about that, but she wasn’t even in the room when all this happened. And it still comes back to me for doing her project anyways.”

Tsukasa sensed your frustration. He tried to calm himself down to avoid adding onto it, but it was still in the back of his mind.

“The only way any of this could have been avoided is if I sucked at art.” You bluntly said. Tsukasa turned his head, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Why would you want to suck at art though?” He asked.

“It’d keep people away from me, make them stop seeing me as a homework machine or something. I don’t like the kind of attention it gives me.”

He tried to understand where you were coming from, but it was difficult. He loves the attention being a self proclaimed star gets him, and would never want to give his title up. But you were the complete opposite.

Still, even if he didn’t understand, he’d try his best.

“I think… I think what you do is amazing (Name). But I don’t think it’s amazing that people use you for your talent, and I find it even less amazing how it deteriorates your self esteem.” He tried to keep his voice as soft as possible.

“Thank you, Tsukasa. I just… I just wish things went a little differently for me, that’s all.”

He could understand that this time. Sometimes he wished things went differently for him as well, but that thought was buried in the back of his mind with all the others.

He took your hand in his, reassuring you he wasn’t going anywhere. He swore he’d always see you as who you were as a person before your talents.

And it worked. The built up anger finally dying down.

Your scientific mind never went unnoticed by Rui. How could it be? Not only was it a trait he found quite attractive, but it was also what lead to your relationship with each other.

Not a day went by where he didn’t appreciate your love for all things science related. You’d frequently ask him questions about his own inventions, even offering help with a handful of them. The ones you assisted him with felt more important than any other inventions he had.

You were placed in the highest science courses available. Chemistry, physics, biology, you were somehow taking all of them at once. The school saw you as some sort of “prodigy” and wanted to push you as best as they possibly could. Which certainly worked! But…

Some students weren’t as welcoming as others. Not everyone thought your vast knowledge in science was normal, some even considered it ‘unhealthy.’ You tried your best to ignore them, but it’s hard to ignore something that’s right in front of you.

With chemistry involving, well, chemicals, your class was often in a lab room during the period. The professor enjoyed being unpredictable, so you never knew what to expect walking into the room. But you wouldn’t have thought he’d try something so… inconsiderate.

The first thing you noticed was a chart projected on the board, the second thing you notice is that it’s a seating chart. Any groups from earlier in the year were changed into random clusters. Some were excited for this change, while others, including yourself, groaned out in frustration.

Because of course, you just had to have the worst group.

Two members of the table seemed to be familiar with each other already, giggling amongst themselves. The third person looked completely out of it, not appearing to be paying attention to anything going on around him. You were already feeling like the odd one out here.

“Oh look, we have (Name) in our group! This class should be much easier now.” One of the girls said.

You looked at her for a moment, averting your guys to other next to her. She seemed to find what her friend said amusing, you could tell what was going on already.

“(Name) did I ever tell you how gorgeous your eyes are? Does wearing those… science goggles make your eyes look prettier?” Her smile seemed as fake as her lashes, but for now you just had to stay civil…

You tune the rest of the room out to focus on the assignment handed to you. All you had to do was write a few equations and answer some questions… nothing too bad. If you finish early, you can probably get out of this class sooner.

Your focus was disrupted by obnoxious tapping on the table.

“Can you give me the answers when you’re done?” Your group-mate asked. It took every ounce of self control to avoid rolling your eyes and turning away, instead you pretended you never heard her.

“Hello? Anyone there? Earth to (Name)~!” She said in a sing song voice. Still, as long as you pretend you never heard it…

“God, can they be anymore rude? They think they’re the shit just cause they’re in all these science courses. Just grow up already!” At that point she knew you were listening, and was resorting to shit talk to get your attention.

Unfortunately that was what grabbed your attention. Peering up at the girl with a look of annoyance, she giggled again.

“Looks like someone can hear after all!”

“Fuck off.” You replied. Stuffing your paper into your bag, you asked the teacher if you could see the nurse, to which he agreed. You couldn’t stand that table already, and you have to do that for a whole semester? Hell no.

Some students were already on their free period or lunch, so the hallways were a bit crowded, but not terribly. Thankfully it made it much easier to spot a tall purple haired male nearby.

“Rui, there you are.” You said while practically running up to him.

“Well, if it isn’t dear (Name), shouldn’t you be in..” You cut him off.

“Chemistry? Yeah. I got out to ‘go to the nurse’ but I really just wanted to cut the rest of the class. We got new groups today- mine is the worst.”

“I see…” he replied.

It was clear you were unhappy with these new seats, but there wasn’t much you could do about them. Rui acknowledged this, and tried to come up with quick solutions on the spot. Though he could tell you about them later. Right now, you just need a shoulder to lean on it seems. Literally and figuratively.

You sighed into his shoulder as he played with you hair. It felt more private in this part of the school, so there was less shame in the PDA. Besides, it at least looked normal compared to other couples.

“I hate science.” You said.

“Excuse me?”

Maybe you could have phrased that better… but part of you meant that as well.

“I just hate how everyone treats me because of science, it’s not fair. I’m just ahead of everyone else and have a passion, why is that such a problem?” You continued.

Rui knew exactly what you meant. He spent years being outcasted for being a weirdo, primarily about science. It was easy to sympathize with you.

“I know what you mean… but at the end of the day, who’ll be the one wearing a cool looking lab coat ten years from now? Definitely not them.” He joked, trying to lighten your mood a bit before class starts again. If anyone else had said that you’d have just rolled your eyes. But because it was Rui, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You punched his shoulder lightly, making him chuckle. ‘Your spirits have been lifted up’ he thought.

“Just what would I do without you Rui…”

“Not thinking of yourself in a lab coat standing over everyone else, that’s for sure.” He replied.

Feeling better, you leaped up and stretched your arms out. Rui following suit, just a bit lazier. He handed you your bag and you thanked him.

“Mind walking me to my next class?” You asked.

“I’ll never mind doing anything for you. And… that’s our class, I’m in it as well.” He remarked teasingly. He sits right in front of you in that class, but you just wanted to see what he’d say.

“Right right, now let’s go before I accidentally drop a fire cracker here…”

You two were really made for each other, huh?

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caramelcleopatraa · 5 months

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ii. SUIT & TIE

word count: 2,000~

x: fiiiinally finished with this. currently working on part 3 now :p next chapter is gonna be SKRAIT SMUT. IT'S NEW YEARRRS EEVEEE!

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes ( gets moderately steamy ;) )

Your Work Outfit ( With white forces cause girl didn't have any shoes on ) & your personal dressing room.

The lingering scent of vanilla spread throughout the room. The design is much different than the modern style that the rest of the store had. It was your own personal dressing room, so you wanted something different than the modern styles that you would usually go for. You told Roman to sit down and make himself comfortable while you fetched some extra materials that you needed for the appointment. You grabbed a pen, some paper, and your second laptop you used for work from your bag

“Can’t believe I have THE Roman Reigns in my store,” You said, while smirking. Your fingers typed away at your computer, getting ready to record measurements and adjustments from your client. A soft, flexible pink measuring tape hung loosely around your neck. Roman shrugged his shoulders and said “Apparently you’re the best and you do good work.” You turned your attention to Roman after setting your computer up to record numbers and notes needed for the appointment. “Correction, I am the best and I do amazing work,” You said, playfully elongating your sentence.

“Alright c’mere, lemme measure you sweetheart.” You said to Roman, motioning him to come over to you. “Sweetheart?” He asks, in an inquisitive tone. “Sorry, habit.” You waved it off. You have a habit of calling people names and you have to make sure that you keep it professional. He closes the distance between you both and looks down at you.

“I like it, keep calling me that.” You blushed from his comment. You slightly giggled and continued to measure him. First his bust, then his waist, and then his hips. His breathing was calming and substituted as music in the quiet room. You walked around his large frame and put the tape measure against the back of his shoulders. “His shoulders are so broad.” You spoke to yourself, not knowing that he would hear what you said. “Thank you princess.”

“Oh shit, you heard that?” Roman laughs at your comment and your surprised face.

“I thought that the best designer in the south had a little more bite than this,” Roman instigated. Your eyebrow raised as you recorded his measurements on your computer. “Don’t confuse me bein professional, for being scared now.” As you finished your sentence, there was a knock on your door. Your right hand lady was standing at the door handing you your favorite cold drink. “Thank you so much Madison, I needed this,” You say as you take the drink from her hands. “No problem girli- oh my god is that Roman?” He turned his head to face the direction of the commotion. You gave her a stern look while she teasingly raised her eyebrow. Madison wedged her foot between the door while you tried to push it shut. “Oooohh you should make a move on him.” ‘so everyone wants to just fucking embarrass me today!’

“GIRL- if you don’t move your foot i’m gonna crush it.” Even though the blush wasn't visible, your face was starting to heat up. You were so focused on getting Madison's foot away from the door that you didn't notice Roman standing up and making his way to you. You and Madison struggle for dominance over the door until Roman comes behind you. “Now this isn’t very professional, is it Ms. Semele?” Roman said with a smug look on his face, staring down at you. Madison smirks at you and tries to hide her laughter. You scowl under your breath and finally kick her foot from between the door and slam it. You were catching your breath before realizing what position you were in. Your back was against the door and Roman stood dead in front of you. You smirk and look straight into his eyes. “Not very professional, is it Mr. Reigns?” Romans deep chuckle sent tingles down your spine. His right hand creeped around your body and pushed your bodies together by the small of your back. His forearm remained on your lower back while his hand reached down to cup your ass, earning a gasp from you. “From the look you're givin’ me, I don't think you care about professionalism right now,” Roman whispers into your ear, while placing his left hand on the door above you. You attempt to speak, but he grabs your ass again and your mouth lays agape from Roman’s touch. A moan threatened to leave your lips, so you quickly bit your lip to restrain yourself. “I know you’re supposed to be fitting me, but I'm tryna eat that pussy.” Roman’s baritone voice makes you shiver and you look at him in shock. “So, how about we complete this and I can satisfy you princess,” Roman whispers once more in your ear before backing away from you. A knock startles you and you turn your attention to the ground. You grab the door knob behind you and face Aahkilah. “Did you want me to get the suits for you?” “Oh yes please, if you don’t mind, here are the measurements.” She takes the notepad that you jotted on and goes to retrieve the samples that you had prepared the night before.

A minute later, she rolls in a silver rack with a black suit, a black suit with red paisley decals, and a red suit. On the edge of the rack were a collection of different ties that went with each suit. You thanked her and she made her exit, but not before flirtatiously waving at Roman on her way out. He paid her no mind though, and paid more attention to the clothes that were presented before him. “Woah, you had this all set up for me?” He asks, holding his hand to his heart. You laugh from his silly gesture and respond. “I just inferred your measurements from pictures and made samples based on your favorite colors. Trinity gave me that info.” You grab the red suit and grab a black tie. A little flashy, but you wanted to try this one first to see how it fits him. “Okay, try this one first. I’ll be waiting out here and you can give me your opinion when you come out,” You say, as he nods and takes the piece of red clothing from your hands. His big hand overshadowed yours as he held onto the hanger and disappeared into the dressing room. You didn't realize how big his hands were until now. You waved away your thoughts and continued to do extra work while waiting for him to finish.

“What do you think, expert?” Roman stood on the other side of the room tugging and pulling on his suit jacket. You walked in front of him to get a clear view of how he looks. The suit fitted him nicely, but the waist needed to be taken in just a little bit. “You look good, but the waist is a little loose. Do you want me to adjust it?” He nodded at your comment and you instructed him to take off his suit jacket. He takes it off and hands it to you, but you were busy staring at him. His muscular arms strains the black button up shirt and his slacks fit just right around his thighs. He fixed his sleeves while you stood there observing his body. “See something you like?” His voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked up at him. You wanted to challenge him, but your mouth wouldn’t move. You didn’t have anything to say to him. His presence alone made you flustered, and you had never met someone that could make you so distracted. You almost felt nervous when you were this close to him. You were actually flabbergasted. “Remember our deal, pretty girl?” You maintained eye contact and communicated with him through head nods. He chuckles at your current state and points at the suit jacket in your hand. “Weren’t you gonna do something with that?” You look down at your hands and say “Riight. Hold on a second.” You pull on the elastic band to tighten the waist area. You held up the jacket to see if it made a difference and then told him to hold his arms out by his side. You walked behind him and pulled the jacket over his arms and shoulders and continued adjusting it. “Ok, How about that?” He looks at the vertical mirror and smirks. “I like it. Imma keep it.” You smile at his comment and walk over to the rack and adjust the other suits accordingly.

He tries on the other two suits and decides to keep all of them. This appointment went more successful than you thought. All of the designs you picked were ones that he liked. You tell Madison to start making the custom suits and Aahkilah takes the suits to the factory. You let out a sigh and face Roman. “Ok, anything else?” You ask him. He walks towards the door and locks it. He turns around and makes eye contact with you. At first you were confused by his actions until you remembered what he said at the start of the appointment. “Lay back on the seat,” He says, and you quickly obliged. “Hmm she’s obedient.” You roll your eyes at his comment and tilt your head back on the edge of the seat. “Are you gonna start doing something or you just gonna stand there?” Your sudden attitude made Roman smile and he walked towards the seat. He kneels at the end of the seat, letting his hands creep up to your body. “Now where was all of this 15 minutes ago?” He asks teasingly while rubbing up and down your thigh.

“I had a job to do, sir,” You say dismissively, trying your best to dissolve the current conversation. He chuckles into himself and you raise your eyebrow at his reaction. “What’s so funny?”

“For you to have a job to do, you love getting distracted,” He says, still massaging your thighs. “Because you kept tempting me. And you knew what you were doing.” You smirked at him and put your hands on top of his. “Is that a problem?” He lowers his head down to your calves and kisses them tenderly. You let out a contempt sigh and relax into his kisses. He slowly works his way up your legs. From your calves, to your knees, to your soft thighs. His hands push your legs apart and he pulls you closer to him by your knees. He takes off your shoes, then your socks, then he helps you out of your leggings. “Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

I don't have much to say but thank you soooo so much for the support lovelies <3 more stuff to come!

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Bf!Jack Things

Masterlist ☽ ☾

☽ ☾

SFW

Calls you stink

“Jack, you know that’s not an endearing word, right?”

“Well, it’s endearing to me.”

Buys you matching sunglasses

Criticizing him for buying shades instead of prescriptions

“You literally cannot see, but you want to buy regular designer shades.”

“You gonna leave me and my bad eyes alone.”

Taking care of his hair

“I can’t believe you used Cantu”

“I didn’t know any better”

“Yeah well now you know, shame on you.”

Stealing his shirts/hoodies cause he’s huge

“Babe, have you seen my Kentucky sweatshirt?”

//is wearing it// “I have no clue where it is.”

Keeps a list on his notes app with all your orders from your favorite places to eat and drinks

Takes off your makeup when you're too tired to do it

Religiously FaceTimes you after every concert

“Babe, the crowd went crazy, I think that was the best show yet!”

After every show you didn’t go to he would make sure to smother you in love

Lays on your chest telling you about how good or bad the show

Rents out restaurants for the two of you to eat at in peace

Pays for your manicures & pedicures (if you’re into that)

“Let me see your nails..” “Oo~ these look good on you ma. I saw this design on Pinterest, you should totally get it” //whips out phone//

If he comes in from a rough day, he’d crawl up your body and go under your shirt and lay his head on your boobs

Is your personal weighted blanket

Has nightmares when he sleeps on his back, so he likes to lay on you

Definitely loves being the little spoon, in secret though

Sometimes has insecure moments

For example, if you’re watching or listening to someone who fits your type, he feels a little bit insecure about what you see in him

But he’ll take that with a grain of salt as soon as you confess your undying love for him, then he gets cocky

“Motherfuckers ain’t got nothing on me, couldn't even bag the best girl”

Is fiercely loyal to those he loves

Would go above and beyond to shower you with love and take care of you

Would buy you things just cus

“Jack, you don’t have to spoil me so much”

“Well, I want to so deal with it.”

Is important to him to provide for you and make it so you don’t have to work

Would sometimes bicker with you because you don’t want to feel dependent on him

“Jack, I can provide for myself, you don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know but I want to. I want to give you the world.”

“But Jack, you’re my world”

//he cries//

Carries a piece of you everywhere he goes

Y’all have matching necklaces

“I want to have a part of you everywhere you go, and which versa”

This leads to…

NSFW

Makes a mold of his dick for you (as a sex toy) to use when he’s away

“Did you seriously give me a mold of your dick?”

“Yeah, so you’ll have the real thing. Well, not the real thing, but a copy.”

Loves to spank your ass

Has left a bruise from where he’s slapped your ass in the same spot, multiple times

“Babe, pick a new spot, I’m bruising”

“But I like this spot” //smacks it again//

Asks you to send him nudes or lingerie pictures when he’s either at the studio a lot or away

“Damn ma, you got me bricked up in the hotel room right now. You wanna help me handle that?”

Phone Sex

Makes sure your nails are always done so you can leave scratches on his back

Would absolutely fuck you in the studio and then use the recording of your moans on a song

Loves your ass but also loves your titties

Would titty fuck you and cum on them

Is into cum play

Definitely has a breeding kink

“Well, we gotta make those eight daughters happen somehow.”

Size kink

“You look so small underneath of me ma”

He’s confident enough that he would love having toys in the bedroom

Would see them as his “best friends”

“They’re my allies, not my enemies”

Is down for some things, but would need some convincing

Could probably convince him with chicken wings and ranch

“Babe, I’ll buy you a big bucket of KFC and a whole bottle of ranch if you try this new position with me”

"I'm in"

Aftercare

Totally takes care of you. Like full care

Washes your body and allat

Offers you a massage

“You did so well for me mamas, let me get your shoulders. Are they hurting here?”

Is into bath bombs and shit

“Babe, this is rose scented. Oh! And it has little rose petals embedded”

Makes you drink herbal tea

“Oo~. See babe, this one relaxes your muscles”

Cuddles you and showers you with love and affection

“You’re such a pretty girl. You did so well for me.”

“You’re all mine, allmineallmineallmine.”

He sleeps soundly in your arms

It’s the best sleep he ever gets

Is forever in love with you and makes sure to remind you before you fall asleep

“I love you forever mamas”

Major shoutout to @hoodharlow @jackharlowsthings @mortirolo & the notorious 🧚 for helping me out. Y'all the realest

Also shoutout to anyone else who helped me. Y’all know who you are, and I appreciate you

#jack harlow #bf! jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow drabble

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hhawks · 1 year

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LIKE AN OLD CARDIGAN.

✰ starring: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: you are the lamplight left on in the hallway when tomura comes home. ✰ content: soft shiggy loving hours. i miss him ✰ warnings: none. love. fluff as fluff can get ✰ word count: 2.1k ✰ author's note: hi it's hera. yeah i know. pretty lazy of me to just be posting old patreon content but it be how it be. i'm in my sad hours right now just thinking about coming home to my girlfriend and i thought about this fic. i don't know. hope u like it. goodnight

it’s late when he comes home.

to be fair, it always is. shigaraki has never had the luxury of choosing his work hours. it’s always dark, the moon hanging high in the navy night as he turns the lock of the meagre apartment he shares with you, the one he’d choose over his paranormal liberation front-mandated penthouse any day. the welcome mat is old and shoddy, but he remembers the day you picked it out together, looking through various designs online.

he doesn’t expect you to be awake when he comes home. it’s late, almost quarter past two, the light from the hallway lamp still on, illuminating the small home with a warm, homely orange. it buzzes and fuzzes at the edges, and he wonders if he needs to change the lightbulb. shigaraki drops his coat and his bags at the door and staggers his way through his home, your home.

exhaustion courses through his veins, turning his legs to lead. his footfalls are heavy, almost dragging along the hardwood floors, and he’s almost sure he’s trailing blood like a snail trail. his? some pro hero? he doesn’t know. genuinely, he doesn’t care. all he wants is a hot bath, and you.

you. you, you, you, who throws yourself into his arms every chance you get, never minding his deadly touch. you, who kisses his temple when he has a headache. you, who sing to him when he can’t sleep. shigaraki felt like a fool thinking you would love him the way he loved you, and still does believing that you’re telling the truth. but when your voice is sweet, thick and rich like honey, it’s hard to colour your words in anything other than candour.

when shigaraki reaches the door of your bedroom, he hesitates. he sees his hands, calloused and rough and pale. he hates the sight of them, the destruction they cause, the fact that he can’t hold you with all five fingers, skin against skin. the black nail polish he begrudgingly let you paint his nails with is chipping away, and he finds himself wanting to ask you to touch them up for him. he twists the doorknob to your bedroom, letting himself in.

shigaraki comes home to this sight almost every night, and yet he can never stop the way his breath gets caught in his throat, the way his heart aches to be next to yours. the dim light from the hallway creeps towards you slowly through the crack in the door, and it feels almost invasive the way it dares to trespass into your vicinity, onto your bed. warm orange fills the room with a soft glow, and there he spots pachinko and chico curled at the foot of your bed. he lets his eyes wander further and further up until he takes you in. soft and gentle and cuddled up to his side of the bed, your legs splayed just slightly.

“tomura?” he hears, your voice trimmed with sleep. that’s right. outside he’s shigaraki. he’s the embodiment of all for one, he’s a monster with the world in his hands. but in here, in this bedroom, he’s tomura.

tomura keeps looking at you as you turn around, barely roused from your sleep. “tomura, oh,” you murmur, covers rustling as you get up. “i must’ve fallen asleep, i…”

“i’m sorry i woke you up,” he mumbles. “you should sleep. ‘s late.”

the bed dips as you move, sitting where he stands, your legs folded under you. “no,” you shake your head, a small smile growing on your face. “wanted to see you home.”

tomura shakes. tomura trembles, his lip quivering as he lifts a bloodied hand, covered in soot and grime and someone else’s demise and places it on the side of your head. his thumb soothes the patch of skin under your ear, careful to leave his pinky up as he cradles your face. “i’m home.” his voice is gruff and tired, chock full of phlegm and the torrent of his day.

he used to be conscious about the dirt he tracked into the house, hardwood floors tainted by the wear of his days. but you never said anything, only mopped and swept the next day. “shower?” you ask, looking up at him, eyes wide with adoration, and he matches your smile.

“yeah,” he clears his throat, but makes no move to walk to the bathroom. “come with?”

you beam at him, a ray of sun in the twilight of his life. “always.”

he sheds his clothes, soiled and dirty and you push over the laundry hamper for his to throw it in. tomura hesitates for just a second, looking at your delicate panties, white jumpers, and then at the mess of black, brown and blue in his hands, roughed and tattered. “do you need me to stitch any of it up?” you ask, your back turned to him. you’re bent over the tub, testing the water to see if it’s too hot or too cold (tomura likes it warm. not lukewarm, not hot, warm.).

“maybe,” he murmurs. “i’ll look at it tomorrow.”

you hum in agreement. tomorrow’s your day together. tomura tried to spend as much time as he could at home with you and the cats, opting to schedule the league and the front’s happenings around what you wanted to do. grocery shopping day never clashed with a meeting. he was always home for movie night.

tomura turns, now naked and bare in front of you. there’s a smatter of blood, a smear of soot along his collarbone, and you reach forward with your hand wet to wipe it off. “long day, huh?” you ask, eyes flickering up to meet his for just a second.

“very.”

“saw it on the tv.” you pull him along to the tub, his arms long and lean and toned, hands warm. “looked devastating. not for you, though.”

he chuckles, lets you fuss over him. he steps into the bathtub, the water sloshing and splashing messily onto the floor. but your foresight is stronger, your bath rugs pulled towards the feet of the tub to catch the water. it’s the perfect temperature, always is when you run it for him, bubbly and soapy water clinging to his skin. you sit on the edge of the tub, watching him.

“come in,” his voice tugs on your heart, his hand breaking the water to reach for you. “shower with me.”

you smile. “was waiting for you to ask.” you stand, removing your sleep shorts and shirt, dipping your toes in slowly before letting yourself enter on the opposite side of the tub, your legs tangled together, facing each other. the water is pleasant, but it’s his warmth that comforts you. “bend down.”

he does. tomura only listens to one person, and that’s you. he dips his head, the long strands of soft hair soaked in water. you cup your hands to collect water, and lift it above his head to pour it on his scalp, soaking the rest of his head. it’s a quiet, methodical process, pouring water on his head before taking the shampoo from the side of the bathtub. you squirt a little bit into your hands, lathering it up before scrubbing his hair, making sure the suds clean the dirt off his scalp.

tomura’s hands bring death. yours bring life.

he sits there in silent contemplation, watching the water ripple with your actions. it distorts the image of himself, his reflection broken up into waves on the surface of the water. the big, bad villain melted away in your palms, now just a man being showered by his love. his girlfriend, who has stayed every day. who promises him better days.

there’s not enough in the world that he could give you in return. to compensate, to reward, to thank you. all he can do is sit quiet in this tiny bathtub in this tiny bathroom in this tiny apartment with you. all he can do is love you, and let you love him.

you wash him meticulously, not a word out of your mouth as you trace over scars, new and old, gashing or small. except for a small tut when your fingers reach his sternum, where a big, blue bruise is beginning to form. you recognised it; it must’ve been when he was compromised and cornered by mirko and some other pro-hero, before he gained the cohesion of mind to crumble the ground they stood on, knocking them off their stances just long enough to pick up the poor nameless hero by the collar. you’d turned away for a second when you watched that. you knew what happened to people who tomura got his hands on.

did you think the war was foolish? of course you did. it never escaped you the death toll, the property damage, the harm he caused. but you also understood that what he was setting his hands on was a government and a system that failed him, that failed every person who was deemed a villain. you knew that your life as a quirkless was much less valuable than someone with a quirk. you knew that those with quirks they couldn’t control, those with quirks that couldn’t serve, couldn’t save, they were thrown to the sidelines. who are they to deem who is good and who is bad?

once you’ve scrubbed his body with the loofah, you set it down on the side of the tub. “look up,” you direct him gently, your fingers tipping his chin upwards. “look at me.”

vermillion eyes flit up to meet yours, and your features soften just looking at him. you’ve looked at tomura plenty of times. it’s your favourite thing to do. but in the middle of the night, he just looks so… vulnerable. there’s a softness in his eyes you can’t explain.

you know that he tells you all his secrets, but you can’t help but feel like there are so many more buried behind his eyes.

a damp washcloth wipes along his jaw, his cheeks, his nose. you dip it in and out of the water, droplets melodical in your tiny space, tracing his sunken eyes and his scarred skin. the back of his neck where he scratches out of habit. his lips, chapped and flaking. you soak it all with your cloth and soapy water.

when you’re done, you can tell he isn’t. the bathwater’s long since gone cold, but he makes no move to get out. he’s still, the only telltale sign that he’s even alive the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. you let him steep in the water, let him take as much time as he needs to gather enough of himself to become a person again.

finally, he speaks. “do you love me?”

it’s a simple question. he’s asked it many time before; in the mornings, when the two of you spend the lazy hours together in bed. in the afternoons as you fuss over his clothes before he steps out the door. in the evenings, over the phone when he can’t make it home for dinner. in the nights that he spends buried inside you, your hands laced together, panting into your mouth. this is not an uncommon question for tomura.

but somehow, you feel like it is momentous today.

“i do,” you murmur, your hands still fit along his cheek. “i love you.”

he looks at you. “can you say it with my name?”

a beat passes. you find your tongue, and say, “i love you, tomura.”

a small frown etches in his forehead. you’re struck by a sudden fear you’ve said the wrong thing, your mouth opening to take it back. you would rather die than hurt tomura. you would rather burn through a thousand years in purgatory than do anything that upset him. you’re ready to ask what’s wrong when he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. there’s a tightness in his face you want to smooth with the pad of your thumb, that reaches into you and wrenches your heart. squeezes it until it bursts.

“n-not tomura. not that name.”

oh. oh.

you understand that vulnerability now. in scarlet eyes, you watch a small boy huddle close to you, like you’re a hearth of warmth and comfort. you are. you are, to him. you burn for him.

“i love you, tenko.”

and he softens. he melts, like butter in your hot, hot hands, under your blazing fingers. tomura shigaraki, the king of the underworld, the biggest villain known to man sits in your home, in your bathtub as you wash him clean. but it’s tenko shimura that you hold close to you now.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #tomura x reader #tomura fluff #shigaraki fluff #writing tag #i forgot what other tags to use

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hyperactivecherry · 8 months

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So with a Shadybug and Claw Noir reveal…

Have some unhinged one late night art because literally two months ago, I can’t stop thinking about Shadybug having Sister Imperator vibes..

The funny thing about this is that I truly believe Emo!nette would have been inspired by Sister Imperator only to realize she failed her mentor.

The reference for the first art:

Isn’t Sister Imperator pretty?! Even if this version is just Papa Nihil’s daydream of Sister Imperator when she was young, cannot believe he fumbled the bag on September 13 during Kiss the Go Goat at Whisky A Go Go! (It’s actually pretty cute that Papa Nihil still sees Sister Imperator like this every time he sees her, even when she is an old lady, though.)

Bonus sketch!

Alternate Marinette sketch from a week ago after learning her design is different so an attempt to find a blended design just cause.

POV: You are me, two months ago, having sketched Evilnette because the teaser for the Miraculous Special: Into the Reverse has just been announced…

That aside, I have other sketches of Alternate Marinette with Sister Imperator vibes, old and a few new.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug Shadybug #shadybug #miraculous into the reverse #miraculous ladybug marinette #marinettedupaincheng #miraculous ladybug au #kinda an AU?#sister imperator #I am sorry my mentor I have failed you meme #Shadybug probably would look up to Sister Imperator #the band ghost #ghost band reference #toxinelle #mlb season 5 spoilers #mlb special #mlb special spoilers

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smilesstardust · 1 month

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“It’s crooked.” Emmett frowned from the couch.

“Okay, that’s like the fourth time you’ve said that.” Travis turned around. “If you think I’ve done such a bad job of it, you hang the damn mirror.”

Vic let out a loud, barking laugh from where she was assembling the dining chairs. “Dude, he literally can’t.” She called over.

“He makes tea!” Travis shouted back, completely ignoring the ghost on the couch.

Emmett cleared his throat. “He is right here and he finds it easier to move some things than others.”

“And yet you can draw.” Travis muttered, rolling his eyes and turning back to face the mirror. He paused for a moment and adjusted it, tilting it to the left.

“Okay, you just made that way worse.” Emmett disappeared from the couch, only to reappear right beside him a split second later. “You need to move this side down at least two inches.”

Travis obliged, following directions as Emmett called them out.

“Oh hey, looks good.” Vic walked through the living room as they finished, carrying an armful of trash to the designated pile by the front door. “You guys think I’ve got time for a shower before heading down to the woods?”

“Yes, but why?” Travis asked as she sorted the trash into what could and couldn’t be recycled. “You’re just going to change and then spend all night rolling in the dirt.”

She paused for a moment. “Fair point. In that case I’m going to the store and buying a ton of raw meat. Do we still have the cat cage for me to stuff it in?” She said standing up.

“Nope, you destroyed it last full moon.” Travis told her, turning his head to follow her as she walked back to the dining room. “Do you want me to go and get a new one?”

“Please, the woman at the pet store keeps giving me weird looks.” She stuck her head back out of the kitchen a moment later. “Are you good for feeds?”

“Considering you had a slow day yesterday, he’s going to need another couple of blood bags. Or he’ll be unbearable.” Emmett answered for him. “I should be able to steal some from the hospital now you’ve shown me where they are. It’s not like I’m going to be seen on security cameras.”

“Great.” Vic said, carrying another armful of stuff to the pile. “Sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

“Do you want me to check on Hot Doctor while I’m there? See if he flirts with the other paramedics when you’re not around?” He teased, putting on a bad impersonation. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m tall and blonde and perfect and I only like girls who act uninterested then tell me they can’t have a relationship because they’re sick after I fix their dislocated shoulder.” Travis tried and failed to contain his laughter as she shot them both a glare.

It was a poor imitation of the man Vic had been on a handful of dates with, but she let it slide because the boys didn’t mean anything by it. Neither of her roommates really knew him, as he’d only been to the house twice and both times she had made it very clear that there were to be no supernatural gate crashers, especially not the sort he couldn’t see. He’d met Travis a little at the hospital and Emmett had definitely spied on him a few times, but they didn’t really know much about him.

“I still can’t believe he bought that lie.” Travis chuckled as he put the hammer and unused spirit level away and closed the toolbox with a loud click. “He’s a doctor, and he just believed you when you said you had a non specific medical condition that caused you to black out every full moon?”

“I didn’t phrase it like that.” She groaned loudly. “I might’ve been less specific about the frequency and implied it was due to the trauma of being attacked a few years back? I think he thinks it’s some weird kind of PTSD.”

“He’s going to realise your ‘episodes’ line up with the full moon eventually.”

“Uh, no, he isn’t, because moon cycles are not something most non supernaturally inclined people pay attention to. And I highly doubt he could tell the difference between the full moon and the night before or after.” She stopped in between where the two of them were stood looking at the mirror it had taken all afternoon to put up, resting her elbow on Travis’ shoulder and looking at the reflection.

“Damn.” She said after a moment. “We look good.”

Both of the boys tried to brush off the compliment, clearly flattered, before they realised that neither of them could actually be seen in the mirror.

They both started talking over each other, getting progressively louder as she got further away, the noise of their complaining about what a bad joke and how unfair it had been as a comment echoing after her as she ran up the stairs to get changed.

- Being human!AU

#I’m honestly kind of obsessed with this au #being human!au #Travis as the vampire Vic as the werewolf Emmett as the ghost #(ripley as the love interest because I couldn’t not include a nina/nora character)#station 19 #being human us #being human uk #being human #I took elements from both shows because they are different (past season 1) and I do like both #travis montgomery #vic hughes #emmett dixon

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picckl · 11 months

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hi!! i just wanted to say i've been following your art for a while now and gosh... ur style is so gorgeous (i spend hours scrolling thru ur work), i love ur ocs sm, you are such a huge inspiration to me! i hope you don't mind me asking cause i'm genuinely so curious – would you mind diving in a bit on your character design process? your designs are always so eye-catching and detailed, so i'm just interested how you make choices on design! :0

Aaa tysm, that’s very kind of you!! My character design process differs every time, but I can go thru the basics!

Every character I design as a living creature in an existing habitat. Sure, they’re fantasy, but everything has to have something realistic about it. Lets say I’m designing a character who lives far up in the mountains- in that case, I’m usually going to look up some mountain animals, or animals that live in cold environments. Most animals in cold weather have big fur coats, so I’ll keep that in mind. What kind of terrain do they live on? Lets say we’re designing a firbolg- if they’re constantly walking around on steep slopes I might base them off a mountain goat, or a sheep if they’re on level terrain.

Next I’m gonna do some research on human cultures from those regions. What kind of clothes do they wear? Are there similarities between the different cultures? What kinds of modifications have they made to their clothing to help them live comfortably in the environment? You can’t stick a character up in the mountains wearing a crop-top and shorts, you’re going to have to go through and figure out what kind of outfits, accessories and so on that they’ll need, along with things that reflect the specific culture you think they’re from. Lets say for this character I want to make their cultural apparel similar to Swiss and Norwegian traditional outfits, along with some Viking influences. I’m going to look up historical recreations, websites that focus on traditional clothing to these regions and just generally looking around for accurate depictions of the dress. DO NOT USE COSTUME SITES OR PLACES LIKE AMAZON TO TRY TO FIND INSPIRATION DRAWN FROM DIFFERENT CULTURES. Also, you are USING THESE CULTURES AS INSPIRATION TO SEE WHAT THEY USE TO LIVE IN THIS KIND OF ENVIRONMENT. YOU ARE NOT COPYING THEM, unless of course the story the character is from takes place in this world.

Next I’ll look at who they are as a person, and what their job is. For my character Saffron, who worked as a royal concubine for the Summer Court, I made sure to choose more fancy or detailed clothing to use as inspiration. Whereas if your character is more likely to be working out in the farmland for a living they wouldn’t want to ruin those kinds of clothes and might choose to dress more simply. What kind of accessories do they have? A character with ties to research or education might carry a bag for books or a practically-stashed feather pen, a farmer might carry a trowel or their gloves where they’re easy to reach, or a metalworker might have a welding mask. Lets say our character is a stonemason, we’d be giving them some stonemason tools around their belt, some goggles to keep the stone chips out of their eyes and maybe even an apron! Adding details like these, which represent the character’s jobs and hobbies, give them a lot more personality!

There isn’t any right way to do character design, you don’t have to follow any of this for it to come out as a good character. This is just my personal course of action whenever I’m designing something or someone to add as either an npc or a pc to my campaigns. If you had to take one thing out of this tedious course, it’s that EVERYTHING COMES FROM NATURE, and so using nature as inspiration will help keep your characters realistic and believable!!

#this is just my personal process #sometimes I add or remove a few steps but these r the basics of how I go about it!#hope it helps :D #character design

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lovelybunn · 2 years

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𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

word count: 2.2k

warning(?): hurt/comfort, swearing, suggestive(?)

author's note: i put a lot of effort into this post, (almost too much effort) so i hope you enjoy it!

what are his love languages?

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒.

if we’re talking about timeskip kenma, then it’s already established that he has money. and, of course, he loves spending said money on you.

one day you and your lovely boyfriend were strolling the streets of the city, and you spotted an article of clothing presented onto a mannequin that you thought was just your style. you looked up at the store’s name and frowned, instant realization hitting you like a bus. “i could never afford to dress like that.” kenma noticed the upset look on your face and took your hand in his, pulling you over to the nice looking restaraunt a few blocks down from the store you were ever-so glooming at. “aw babe, don’t worry about that, you dress fine now. let’s get some food, m’kay? i heard this place serves the best apple pie!” you shrugged, allowing him to take you wherever he wanted to go.

a month has passed, and you’re still thinking about that mannequin. you wonder if you could just buy some stuff from the nearest thrift shop and recreate the look yourself. yet, you doubt it would look half as good as the original designers’. from a distance, you hear kenma groan while stretching out his limbs. you turn around to see kenma’s hands hidden behind his back. a small grin tickles at his cheeks.

you pursed your lips. “what are you doing?” you look up and down at kenma as he slowly approaches you. he doesn’t respond until he’s standing right in front of you, then he finally reveals whatever was behind his back. a bag. it took you a second to recgonize the brand’s name, but as soon as you do, your face lights up with excitement.

“is that– is that what i think it is?” kenma shrugs, placing the bag at your feet. “you tell me.” unable to contain yourself, you rumagge through the bag, taking out everything inside. a candle with your favorite scent. some carmel chocolates. a gorgeous piece of shiny jewlery. then you finally saw it. “kenma?! you got this for me? i can’t believe it! i love it, you really shouldn’t have!” his smile grows even bigger, his under-eyes crinkle. “but i did, because i knew how happy it would make you.”

ㅤ

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

kenma’s constantly telling you that he loves you and showing you that he loves you. he consistently feels the need to be your hype man.

you curl up into a fetus position and take in a deep, shaky breath. your face has been stained with fresh, wet tears. it almost feels like you’ve been crying for an eternity, but your heart still felt heavy. “i don’t understand. what did i do to deserve this?” you rock yourself back and forth, sobbing silently. a light knock on your door alerts you, causing you to sit up and quickly wipe your eyes to cover up any evidence of your meltdown. “come in.” you mutter, not caring in the slightest if the other person could even hear you anyway.

apparently, they could, because soon the door was creaking open hesitantly. the person reveals to be your boyfriend, kozume kenma. he awkwardly gives you a small wave through the crack in the door as he slowly steps inside. “hey, (name). i heard someone crying. you okay?” you force a fake smile. “yeah, i’m fine! just kinda tired, is all.” kenma stares at you with a 'that’s utter bullshit' look in his eyes. he raises his eyebrow. “you’re lying. your eyes are literally red, babe.” you blush and look downward at your bedsheets. a giant lump in your throat made you feel like you were being choked from the inside. “ok… you caught me. i’m not okay. i feel like shit.”

kenma’s face flashes to worry and he swiftly goes to your side. he holds you close, rubbing gentle circles around your back. “i’m like the attracter of bad luck. no matter how hard i try, the universe is constantly shoving me back down to my lowest.” you sob into his chest. he kisses your forehead. “you’re not 'the attracter of bad luck', baby. you’re the best person i’ve ever met. you’re so persistent, it doesn’t matter what life throws at you, you always manage to push through. and i’ve never seen anyone put so much effort into the things they’re passionate about.”

you glance up at kenma, your lips quivering, “not even any of your volleyball friends?” kenma blinks once before shaking his head quickly, as if to dismiss the question. “this isn’t about them, (name), this is about you! don’t change the subject!” you giggle out a “sorry” before he continues. “you are so strong and beautiful, (name), don’t let this silly little low upset you. i know you can fight through, i believe you can.” he gives you a tiny butterfly kiss before adding, “i love you so much, (name). your my world. so, for me, try and love yourself more.”

little quirks he has / does.

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓.

when kenma wants something from you, he will quite literally stare at you for a hot moment till you turn to look back at him to ask “what?”

he tucks his hair behind his ear, his eyes averting away from you. “nothing. i just wanted ask if you wanted to go to the store with me.” kenma returns his intense gaze back to you. he shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, “but you seem to be busy.” you raise your eyebrow, baffled at your boyfriend. “wha- kenma, i’m not busy, just give me a sec and i’ll be ready in a bit.”

he whipped around on his heels, finger-combing his hair up into a messy bun. “i’ll see you in the car, (name).” kenma slightly tilts his head around to face you again with a shit-eating grin on his face. “don’t be too long.” kenma looks back toward where he’s walking, grabbing his keys. he twirls the keys around his finger as you call, “with your hair looking like that?” he chuckles and shrugs, casually walking out the door without a care in the world.

ㅤ

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

it's never intentional, but when you touch and/or massage him in certain places, he purrs like cat.

the two of you are curled up around each other on the couch on a rainy night. kenma yawns, adjusting himself in your lap. his head rests onto your chest. you smile down at your sleepy boyfriend then proceed to gently knead at his scalp. he hums, leaning into the touch. you snicker. “babe, did you just purr?”

your finger movement stops, which irritates him a little. in response, kenma grabs at your hand and places it back at the spot you were scratching. “yes, don’t question it.” he looks up at you with mild annoyance, his nose scrunched up tightly. “don’t stop unless i ask you to.” you shake your head and smile in understanding.

ㅤ

𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃.

when he's really tired, he'll sneak behind you and wrap his arms lazily around your waist and give little pecks on your neck, “let's go to sleep, babe. i'm exhausted...” “kenma, it's only three in the afternoon, we are not going to sleep right now.”

he trails small smooches from the end of your shoulder to the tip of your ear. when kenma makes it there, right up against your ear, he whispers, “what’s wrong with wanting to take a little cuddly nap with my pretty baby, hm?” you roll your eyes, gently pulling his arms off you. “if you're going to try and seduce me into going to bed with you, it’s not gonna work.” you try and get away, but he just pulls you in closer to him.

“come ooon, babe. just a short half-hour nap. anything you need to do now isn’t just gonna grow legs and run away when you’re not looking. take a break every once and a while (name). it’s good for you.” kenma’s thumbs knead at your tense hips. you slowly melt into his touch, finally giving in. “fine…” you whine, “but thirty minutes better not turn into three hours.” kenma kisses your neck once last time before dragging the two of you off to the bedroom, a pleased look plastered on his face.

things he likes to do with you.

𝐃𝐘𝐄 / 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.

do not trust kozume kenma with your hair, he will experiment with it until all of it falls straight out of your scalp. for real though, he loves doing shit to your hair, it’s so fun for him.

the two of you giggle as kenma adds the finale touches to the tips of your hair. you guys had made a deal that if kenma had dyed his hair pink, he could do whatever he wanted with yours. the dude was suprisingly great at styling hair, he even did akane’s mass of curls at some point. “she was so tender headed, it almost made me want to pull her hair straight out of her head then act like it was an accident.” he says while carefully parting your hair. “kenma, i really like this shade! how’d you pick it out?” he smiles and fluffs out your hair, allowing you to admire his work. “i just thought it complimented your eyes.”

ㅤ

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

as a pro-gamer, playing on pc is exclusive (with the exceptions of the nintendo switch and ps5). he always asks you if you wanna play a new game with him that he had bought recently and tries to help teach you how to play.

“kenma, kenma! it’s literally right behind you, how can’t you see that?! run!!!” you shriek at the monitor, piercing your boyfriend’s poor ears. “oh my fucking god, (name), of course i can see it! i have to go over here to progress the damn game!!” kenma leaned in; you could feel his hot breath against your neck. you held your breath as kenma grabbed the object and quickly placed it in his inventory. the monster was just out of his vision. kenma noticed your tenseness and gave you a soft kiss on your neck. while he wasn’t looking the monster dashed toward his character and jumpscared him. it was cheap, so it didn’t scare either of you. you turned around in kenma’s lap to face him with a disappointed look on your face. he returned the expression. the glares melted into warm grins, soon into cackles of pure joy.

(this is ya’ll btw)

ㅤ

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄.

kenma’s taste in anime is impeccable, and he loves snuggling up with you to watch said shows.

you curl up into the sheets and arms of your boyfriend, soaking up all his warmth as the opening of his favorite anime fades out to start the episode. “i can’t wait to see how they animated this, the battle scene was so cool in the manga alone.” he snickers above your head; you glance up at him with your pointer against your pursed lips. “shh, don’t spoil! i’m sure it’ll be just as great as the rest of the earlier episodes.” he sighs, “okay..” he leans downward and kisses your bare forehead, turning up the volume. after a few pointless but funny scenes with the main characters, the battle that kenma was waiting for months for finally comes in view. he leans toward the tv, almost crushing you in the process to closer see the flawless smooth animation. you chuckle at your boyfriend’s infatuation, “you seem to be enjoying yourself, babe.” his eyes widen at you before he leans back, letting you sit back comfortably. “we need to stay up all night to finish this. this is incredible.”

ㅤ

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂.

kenma has a spotify premium account that you two share, but he mostly uses it because he can’t function without music in his ears. he also has impeccable music taste, and he will recommend you songs and come up to you to be like “this song reminded me of you.” all the time.

you and kenma are sitting on a bench, holding hands with a earphone in opposite ears. kenma shyly glances over to you as the current song fades out, “hey, i wanted to show you something.” you tilt your head as he looks up something in his phone. when he finally finishes whatever he was doing, he hands you his phone. you take a quick peek at it then stare at kenma. “what is it, babe?” he subtly jerks his chin to point at his phone, nonverbally asking for you to take it without further question. his cheeks seemed to burn a bright red while you slowly take the phone out of his hand. you look down at the screen. it was a playlist titled ‘for the apple of my eye.’ the corners of your lips curl into a deep smile, and you turn back to your boyfriend. he seems to be focused at his hands. you gently take his clammy palms in yours and make him look back up at you. you start the playlist, “kenma, this is so sweet. you're so good to me, babe.” he tucks a chunk of his hair behind his ear and licks his lips. “i’m glad you like it.” he stutters. “these are my favorite songs, and they always make me think of you, my favorite person.” his under-eyes crinkle as a huge grin grows onto his face. even in the little things, kenma is caring and loving of you, and you're so lucky to have him.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kozume kenma x you #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x y/n #headcanons #drabble #drabbles #haikyuu imagines #imagines #blurbs

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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The Princess of Briar Valley

COMMISSION PIECE

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Word Count (Ao3): 10.4k+

Word Count Tumblr: 2.9k+

art by Nemuritaa on Twitter

This is a commission piece I've been working on!! This one will be much longer than the other commission piece I received so I'm very happy to be sharing the first chapter with you all!! This is featuring a much darker tone to the relationship between Malleus and our dear Fem!Reader!! Hopefully she'll be okay... The first chapter will be here on Tumblr, but the rest of the series will be posted exclusively on Ao3 with permission from the one who bought said commission!!

SUMMARY:

You had to write a report and learn the teachings of the Thorn Fairy for a report due in three weeks. So, you were shipped off to stay in Diasomnia. But when you arrived, Malleus seems more interested to talk about the sleepy princess instead.

Tags: Yandere!Malleus/Size Difference

You laid facing the ceiling in the rickety bed of your dorm room as Grim sat nearby with a scowl on his face. “This doesn’t make any sense…” He trailed off as your eyes grazed across the papers you were both given from Professor Trein. Because you were a magicalless student and exams were upcoming, you wouldn’t actually get to participate. And with Grim falling behind on his end of your grades Professor Trein decided to give you a different kind of exam. You were both tasked to complete reports on The Great Seven and their individual history. However for this assignment, you and Grim had separate dorms you would be staying in. Grim was assigned to stay with Vil Schoenheit in Pomfiore while you… You would be staying with Malleus Draconia in Diasomnia. “Well, Professor Trein told me he believes that I’m the only one actually doing our assignments.” You reminded and looked through the papers for when you were supposed to be joining the dorm. You were given a total of three weeks to complete the report and write about what you had learned while experiencing the dorm life offered. “So why am I the one gettin’ dolled up?! You should be the one with make-up slapped on your face!” Grim snapped, angry with how such a shuffle of papers would be leading him off to a fate encased with hard working ideations. It was comical. “A magicalless human… Goin’ off to live life with one of the most powerful sorcerers.” Grim was displeased by the turn of events and even sounded as if he had been cheated somehow. Again, the shuffle of papers designated such fate to the both of you.

Thankfully there were plenty of helpful faces in Diasomnia you were sure would help you out. Lilia was both kind and wise, excelling in magic and helping to ease your anxieties during exams. Silver was quiet and reserved, so you were sure he wouldn’t cause any problems for you during your stay. Sebek… Well, maybe you would have to avoid him for the three weeks you remain in the dorm… Malleus… Surely he would be happy to have you staying in Diasomnia. With all of his late night visits by the Ramshackle Dorm, checking in on you, taking late night walks while Grim sleeps, even inviting him into the dorm to eat with you while Grim was away. He didn’t seem too fond of your furry friend being around you, so he only came by when Grim was unavailable. You found it bizarre but you weren’t the type to pry.

You helped Grim pack his finest ribbon since you would be heading off to your new respective Dorm’s tomorrow morning to begin life according to their schedules. “Why can’t we just trade?! This stinks!” He complained once more as you shoved your pj’s into a dufflebag, it was almost as if you were attending an educational slumber party. “Grim, the less you complain, the easier your report will be.” You gently assured him that with the lack of complaining, he would easily get through the three weeks with no problems at all. “You’ve seen Vil and how horrible he is!” He complained some more and you could only roll your eyes now, tucking a notebook and pencil box into the bag. You didn’t exactly want to spend three weeks prim, proper, and prodded at either. “Hush already.” You grumbled and tugged on the metal zipper to keep your bag shut. You had prepared your outfit for the journey first thing tomorrow morning. You were sour that a perfectly good Saturday would be taken for the sake of school. But at least this way you could settle into the dorm much easier without the pressure of running around lost on Monday.

You placed your bag beside your bed and set an alarm on your phone to be sure you and Grim were bright and early. You wanted to make great first impressions! You flicked off the light and climbed under your covers with a soft sigh as the furry beast curled up beside you with a yawn. “If anything happens… Just come runnin’. I’ll save ya… Forget Vil Somethinheit…” Grim grumbled tiredly as a smile spread onto your face. You could picture him in a small suit of armor and a silver sword, attempting to charge into Diasomnia head first as Vil dramatically chased after him. “Just relax Grim…” You whispered with a snort and pulled him closer, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the tendrils of exhaustion pulling you into unconsciousness.

=+<3+=

You slipped your yellow sweatshirt over your head and smoothed out your black skirt over your thighs. Your mixmatched socks playfully complimented your plain white shoes as you awaited Grim at the door. He was frowning and adjusting his ribbon as he scowled up at you. “Really… six? We had to wake up at six?” He growled and you nodded and only offered Grim a cheeky smile in response. After saying goodbye to the ghosts and politely requesting that they keep the place dusted while you both were away, you slung your bag over your shoulder and trekked towards the Hall of Mirrors. The soft soil and small rocks crunched under your sneakers as you adjusted your duffle bag against you. Grim was still pouting as you slipped through the mirror, stepping into the empty hall with a quiet exhale.

Three weeks.

Your report was due in three weeks, so no funny business.

Grim wrapped his paws around your leg and bumped his head against your calf as you attempted to usher him towards Pomfiore. “Vil isn’t that bad Grim, really, he treats Epel very well even if his teachings seem rough. He’s a very hardworker, and you could seriously learn from him.” You spoke with a soft tone, while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Grim seemed to be pouting as he pressed his pugey body against you with a growl. “It really ain’t fair that someone who can’t produce a lick of magic gets to hang around a bunch of big shot sorcerers.” He scoffed and you could feel yourself growing increasingly ornery from his complaints. It always boils down to the fact you don’t have a single magical bone in your body and that he was always far more deserving than you were. “Enough Grim. If I was in control of where I was going I would’ve picked Scarabia.” You sighed with annoyance and lifted your leg out of Grim’s grasp. Kalim was kind and everyday was a party. So the only person to actually keep you on track during your report would be Jamil. But then Grim would complain about the food you got to eat during your stay.

You just can’t win with him.

After a few huffs and encouraging words Grim stood before the mirror to Pomfiore, waved his furry paws at you as he passed through the magical glass. And now you were alone in the desolate hall.

You felt anxious now as your shoes squeaked against the polished floors and you glanced into the mirror. The large gothic structure looked more like an evil villain's castle compared to the dorm on a college campus. The mirror was held up by large stone wings, curved around the magical glass to hold it into place and small ropes of sharp stone thorns were sprouting out of the ground to snake around the base. It was so pretty, if only the Ramshackle dorm had a mirror as nice as this. You took a deep breath and stepped through the glass, exhaling as you were stunned by the chill of freezing air and sprinkling rain. It was early in the morning and the cold was just too much. You cursed your decision to wear a skirt as you ran down the path to Diasomnia, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the droplets of icy rain from your eyes as you tightened your grip on your duffel bag. Your shoes splashed through muddy puddles as you crossed the stone bridge, praying silently to the Great Seven watching over you that you wouldn’t slip and fall and end up covered in mud. You didn’t have time to change and you were so close. There was the soft pound of thunder in the sky as you wished your legs would carry you faster through the storm.

You reached the large entrance to the castle-styled structure, wiping your face from the sprinkling rain that seemed to become heavier and heavier with each passing minute you remained outside. You took the chance to collect your breaths, shivering from the chilling rain that soaked through your clothes and deep into the marrow of your bones. You sniffled and snapped your head towards the now opening door. Your eyes widened as you took a step forward, rain dripping from the curling tips of your hair. Towering over you was Malleus Draconia. His sharp eyes glanced over your shivering body as he reached out a gloved hand to push your rain soaked hair away from your eyes. “My dear Child of Man… You came much earlier than expected. And look at you,” He sighed as his brows upturned, now cupping your chin. Your breath hitched as the large man began tilting your head around to look you over. His thumb swiped over your lower lip as he scanned you over with loving eyes. “Poor thing… You should’ve waited for me to fetch you. It always rains early in the morning here.” He pulled his hand away with a sigh and a gentle smile, and you almost reached out to grab him by the wrist. You were craving his warm touch to escape the chill of the rain. The gentle way he treated you reminded you how lonely for contact you were here on campus.

“Come in.” He beckoned and stepped back into the large castle, his gloved hand waving you inside. You felt hypnotized by the lime green gaze as you followed after him, your shoes squeaked against the floors as you broke your gaze away from the fae to instead take in your surroundings. The large door closed behind you as you looked around the den of Diasomnia. It was dark, illuminated by green flamed candles melting on metal holders. “Not many are early risers here, so it’s just us for now. I’m so glad you came to stay here in Diasomnia. I always come to visit you… But I was wondering when the sentiment would be returned.” He smiled, almost teasing you for not reaching out to him for an early morning walk in his castle.

You looked away shyly while hugging the strap to your duffel bag. “Oh Malleus, if I ever made plans like that Grim would beg to come along.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the inviting idea. Grim was the friend who tagged along on ‘dates’ even if they weren’t invited. Malleus seemed to smile with amusement, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. “It’s as if he’s your guardian. It must’ve been hard to get here alone.” He purred and reached out to place his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them lightly as you craned your head up to meet his eyes once again. It was as if you were under a spell, his bright glowing eyes made you feel as if you were putty in his palms. “No, it’s more like I’m his babysitter. He just likes to tag along. He’s clingy.” You corrected as you felt your face grow warm. You never noticed how tall Malleus was now that you were standing in front of him like this. On your late night walks you walked beside one another. Of course you almost snapped your neck each time you looked up at him but now that he’s touching you. It was drastically different.

Being dwarfed by the dragon caused a fire to light deep in your stomach. You were here in a dorm with him for three whole weeks. The only interruptions between you and Malleus becoming closer would be Sebek and Lilia… Silver possibly… The dragon leaned in, blinking at you as he gave your shoulders another gentle squeeze. “My dear? Are you alright? … I was told it’s not very polite to just stare.” He hummed as you blinked and looked away, your drying palms grabbed at his forearms and you looked at how small your hands looked against him. Was Malleus always this large? “Right! Sorry… It’s just early.” You made up the excuse as the prince nodded in understanding, pulling his hands away once again only to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

There was a soft crackle of static that caused you to flinch as it snapped against your temple. “Allow me to give you a tour of Diasomnia since it’s so early. No one to intrude.” He offered sweetly with a tilt of his head and pulled his hand away. You nodded, holding onto your duffel bag as Malleus turned and began walking, pointing out a few paintings to start your tour. You reached up towards your ear where you felt the feeling of electricity and frowned.

What was that? Did you guys make an electric charge? It probably isn’t a big deal.

Something deep in the back of your mind felt like the little shock you were given was actually intentional, but even if it was… What could you do? If Malleus truly wanted to hurt you, he was big enough to crush you with his gloved hands. He could turn you into a worm so easily. If something so insignificant as a bit of static was meant to be done then you should already be turned into a small stone or something of such a powerful sorcerer’s caliber.

Now you were just overthinking.

You shook the thoughts out of your head and kept close to Malleus as he lead you through the gothic dorm. His pace was slow to allow your much shorter legs to keep up. You were entranced by the soft click of his heels against the freezing tiled floors as your hand reached out to grab onto his cape. Your still rain soaked body was starting to feel a bit sluggish and you needed help to keep up the steady the pace of your walk. Usually he moved at a snails pace during his nightly walks with you at his side, but since you’re staying in Diasomnia there must be a strict schedule to follow with his increased pace. You were thankful that Malleus was up early to give you a tour before you started your report. “Have you heard the story of Sleeping Beauty?” He asked suddenly as you passed a large painting trimmed in silver thorns, a woman dressed in black gazed out of a tall tower as a sea of winding thorns was right below. In the corner was a small metal plaque reading ‘Isolation’ and it was painted by someone named “Les Clark”. “Um, I think I understand the gist of it. The book in the library had such flowery words it was hard to focus.” You giggled, noticing a sudden fatigue washing over you as you continued following after the large fae man, trailing up a set of tiled stairs. “Is that so? Well, the tale is a bit tragic. She was cursed to die when she turned sixteen, until a fairy saved her from death, instead she would fall into a deep slumber along with the rest of the kingdom… The princess was so fragile that just pricking her finger on a spinning wheel is what would have killed her had the fairy not spared her. And during her sleep, unfortunately became pregnant with the kings child against her will.” His tone was melancholy, as if he felt sorry for the fairytale princess who sounded like quite the airhead in your opinion. You started to frown, tugging gently on his cape with a small yawn. You felt him straighten up as he craned his head back to look at you.

His lime green eyes seemed to be scanning over you as your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open.

Why were you so exhausted? Is it because the dorm is freezing? No… This was far more intense. This was some sort of spell.

“Now, now…” Malleus cooed and turned to face you as his cape slipped through your fingers like blackened water. “Please don’t fight it, there’s a reason I’m doing this.” He cooed gently as you leaned into his figure, your frown returning as your eyebrows knit together. You couldn’t comprehend what the fae man was attempting to say. A large hand rubbed over your back as your body relaxed, your knees felt as if they were trembling and melting like butter. “After spending so much time with you… I realized how similar you are to the legendary princess. The story…” You could hear Malleus’ voice whispering to you as you suddenly found yourself weightless, your duffel bag was taken away and you were resting against something firm and warm with a strong arm wrapped around you and tucked under your butt. You flinched as something warm brushed over the sensitive skin of your ear. Malleus’ long bangs tickled your face and you attempted to turn your head as a form of fleeing without actually moving.

You felt too exhausted to actually move.

“You must be freezing still… Why don’t we get you into the bath?” He whispered.

Yeah… The bath…

The rest of the series will be on my Ao3!! I hope you all enjoy the Malleus content because I sure as hell will <3

#demonic. contracts #malleus twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x y/n #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus twst #malleus x yuu #malleus imagine #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #fem reader

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crashin’ a charity, evo ? if you really think about it, that’s kinda messed up !

ho, ho, ho ! in case you’re wonderin’, that’s santa climbin’ down t4d’s chimney with a shiny bag of goodies ‘cause i heard they broke a whole new record this year ! that’s right, folks — six packs of instant ramen and three whole boxes of assorted veggies for an elaborate three-storey model house ; turns out sua’s either full of rich kids or big dreams ! wonderin’ who’s the artist ? glad you asked, ‘cause we have it on good authority — ( y’know, good as in passin’ the bar, but who knows where the bar is these days ! ) — that it’s none other than a 2nd year interior design undergrad ! heard their name was ahreum ( @gxldenhxvr ) , or somethin’ ? well, they’re about to get a whole lot more expensive to book, ‘cause we heard that the model house was collateral damage in a rally rumble featurin’ samjoko’s captain ( @duskterrace ) and yellow hall’s own ra, sera ( @fortunefool ) ! y’know, cause an artist gets more expensive when the art dies ? ( huh, or is it the other way round ? ) ain’t nothin better than when lady luck’s on your side !

believe it or not, that’s not the only rally rumble of the night ! that’s right, up next in the ring is gangcheori’s captain ( @13elmst ) tag teamin’ with evo’s very own secretary ( @heartstcel ) ! the opponent ? one very defenceless room of a certain t4d vp ( @rnalgnant ) ! yep, you heard that right ! we saw it with our own eyes that they smashed the whole place up and left nothin’ to spare ! uh… head’s up guys — practice room’s the other way ! huh, wonder if this means evo’s losin’ their secretary to gangcheori ? if gangcheori’s really scoopin’ evo members, then we think we know why the hyun brothers — gangcheori’s captain and evo’s prez ( @inordinaries ) — are on the outs ! though, we did hear through the grapevine that dohyun’s gettin’ closer to daddy — y’know, bigshot politician lim and t4d’s idol — so maybe evo’s breakin’ down instead, and gangcheori’s just scoopin’ up the scraps ?

if evo’s dissolvin’, then this next bit is gonna make a whole lotta sense — ‘cause we swear we saw one of t4d’s student rep, yuhui ( @seriphic ), rockin’ up to the afterparty with an evo member ! guess they’re not really switchin’ loyalties if there’s no evo left ! listeners, did you catch who the mystery person was ? some people are sayin’ that they looked a whole lot like evo’s committee member, noa ( @w1lshire ), but we can’t too sure ! but boy, do things seem to really be sizzlin’ up in evo — or is it too soon to say, ex-evo ! — ‘cause we spotted another, totally unexpected combo couple in evo’s treasurer ( @key2earth ) and one of blue hall’s very own ra, taeho ( @moonvitas ) ! ziying sure looked comfy in taeho’s hoodie, but is it warm enough to break the bro code datin’ all the way back to the ice age ? pretty sure it says somethin’ about not sleepin’ with your best friend’s sister ! well, taeho — for your friendship’s sake, we hope that it was nothin’ like whatever the hell was happenin’ in evo vp’s ( @redlike ) room, ‘cause did anyone else hear all that thumpin’ and grindin’, or was it just me ? a little birdie told me that hanbi’s friend looked a whole lot like t4d’s treasurer ( @dichotomousvariable ) — damn, didn’t know they could throw it down like that ! — and you might be thinkin’, how’d someone from t4d even get in ? well, i’ll tell ya ! turns out, if you were strugglin’ with the bouncer, pulgasari’s captain’s ( @detagen ) got ya ! yep, he was smugglin’ t4d folk in all night long from his room’s window ! guess we know who that guy’s votin’ for — ( and who evo’s bannin’ in their next party… that’s if they’re even alive, of course ) !

whew, what a crazy night ! of course, none of this would’ve been possible if not for the mysterious spiked punch, courtesy of none other than — drumroll, please ! — yellow hall’s secretary, cheong nayeon ( @ircnbeauty ) ! a special round of applause to you for makin’ this all work ! now, while we recover from our wicked hangovers — damn, what did they put in that drink ? — i’d like to wish you all a wonderful winter break ! to those of you goin’ back to your homes and home countries for the month, we suggest you pack light, ‘cause you’ll want to be back here in time for the next semester and — you guessed it ! — the long awaited WINTER RALLY !

that’s all, folks ! see you on the next episode of ANOMALEAKS !

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO

happy winter break, everyone! we’d like to thank those of you who have participated in our first curious currents event! feel free to use any of these rumours that’ve been posted as plot points — this anomaleaks episode and all the included gossip, truth or slander, are canon! this episode also marks the end of the school semester, so muses may make their way home for the holidays, continue staying in their respective residential halls, or participate in any other holiday activity you wish. you’re welcome to write threads outside of the university as sua will be closed for winter break too! we know that this is a busy time for most of us, so the admins just wanted to thank you all once again, and wish you a happy holidays! p.s. the next event — yes, the highly anticipated winter rally — is scheduled to drop sometime early to mid january 2024! stay tuned, and stay super! ♡

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hyunnielix · 9 months

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Prelude: The Invitation

Prelude of Maroon

Series Masterlist

— lee minho x reader (f)

— word count: 1.3k

— genre: non-idol au, acquaintances to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, right person wrong time/place typa beat

— warnings: mention of sexual abuse, mc has a lot of baggage emotional and physical. group therapy?

The room was a light cream colour. The kind of colour that was used to represent that homely kind of feeling. The kind of bland colour that shouted PAINT ME! COLOUR ME! Almost like a blank canvas to a kid who held crayons. You could imagine the scribbles decorating the walls; clumsily drawn red carnations and zoo animals…. Something friendly and not so dull and lifeless.

In some ways the colour represented you.

The bag you held had become creased under the amount of pressure you’d forced onto it. Your hands were crumpled like paper. The material under your nails had felt somewhat grounding. An exhale fell from your lips as you closed your eyes. Only a few more sessions. You kept reassuring yourself that you’d be out of here soon. No more mandatory treatment due to court order. No more wasted Wednesday afternoons. No more condescending therapists.

The opaque glass in the windows of the door stared straight back at you. It had felt like a taunt; you can’t see through me like I can see through you. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as simple as ditching the sessions. (you’d tried that once before and it ended up with a longer court sentence much to your dismay).

So here you stood, swallowing what was left of your pride. Holding your head high, you swung the doors open. Frowning immediately at the same old familiar faces. They sat in a circle on metal chairs that looked two seconds away from falling apart. They were the most uncomfortable seats ever. You’d rather be forced to sit on a patch of prickles. Unfortunately, they preferred to keep you all inside. As if that’d make it any less depressing. In a gloomy room with those damn cream-coloured walls. Your inner architectural designer was screaming expletives.

No one had acknowledged that you were late. Even Minji, the therapist. She’d just sat, hands in her lap nodding consistently at whatever spiel one of the regulars was on. You rolled your eyes, plopping yourself down in one of the seats. The chair creaked unceremoniously. Minji had spared you a glance for a split second as you manspreaded. It was the only way to feel somewhat comfortable. Majority of the room were men as well, so once again you were a singled-out factor... well apart from So-hee, though she didn’t speak much.

That wasn’t even the worst part about the sessions. You’d been recognized by someone who you’d gone to high school with. Not to make it even more unbearable or embarrassing. Han Jisung sat to your right. At first, you couldn’t tell if he was staring daggers into the back of your head when you’d first joined. Turns out he just had a really bad staring problem, that, or tended to completely dissociate. A part of you preferred to believe the latter.

He was a sweet kid. You weren’t in the same friendship groups, but you were paired together for a couple of projects before. He was nerdy but endearing. You’d been invited to many of their get togethers because you were mutual friends with Chan. The ones that you actually showed up to? They were few and far between. That all felt like a lifetime ago now. You wondered what had happened for him to be stuck here. Although you couldn’t really talk, he was probably wondering the same thing about your situation.

A poke to your shoulder broke you out of the bitter reminiscing. You glanced at Jisung as he sat back, a soft smile on his features. You tilted your head; he really reminded you of a squirrel or a quokka… something along those lines.

“Y/N? are you with us today?” The condescension in Minji’s voice had caused your shoulders to tense. Interrupting your stream of consciousness.

You sighed exhaustedly. “What was the question again?”

“Have you done the homework?”

What was this? Math class? You sat up as she basically spat the question in your face. The rest of the group were silent, staring straight at you. Usually in these kinds of situations you’d get anxious, but every flying fuck you previously gave had evaporated. You didn’t care what these people thought of you. Okay, maybe Jisung but bar the rest.

“I like how I’m patient, I think it’s my best trait.”

“How so?” She prodded deeper.

You scrunched your nose up, venom in your tone. “I can take it again and again and again and no longer flinch or talk back.”

You watched the way Minji swallowed. She was shocked by your honesty. You could read her pretty easily. She was a bad therapist, that was an objective fact. You never really understood the idea behind paying someone to listen to your problems. However, since this was a mandatory government requirement you assumed she was getting paid through the nose. After all, this was all voluntary for her.

The chair wobbled as you stood abruptly. “Are we done for today? because I showed up, so I think that means you have to sign it off.”

Minji let out a sigh of relief, shrugging. She wanted you gone it was obvious. She waved her hand to dismiss you. Deciding to play on it for a bit longer, you took your time to curtsy dramatically. Shooting her a deadly smirk. A slight blush dusted her cheeks. She was embarrassed by your display. Good. She deserved a taste of her own medicine.

You glanced over your shoulder, slugging your bag on your back. “You coming?”

Jisung’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, pointing to himself cluelessly. You nodded repeatedly. Turning around, you walked casually towards the door. Ignoring the countless pairs of eyes following your trail. Jisung scampered after you, causing a giggle to escape from your mouth. Oh, you were definitely a bad influence.

It was much calmer outside. The sky was crystal blue, clear and open. Unlike the confines of the facility, the bland popcorn ceiling was the most interesting thing about that place. You kicked the tip of your shoe against the dirt, satisfied by the crunching sounds of sand.

“Why’d you do that?” Jisung for the first time had spoken up. You glanced at him, staring at his face over your shoulder. He seemed confused. His brows were furrowed, lips pulled taut.

“Why?” You spun around to fully face him. “I just saved you, sheesh Jisung have a little gratitude.” He automatically looked towards the ground, nervous under your stare. “I’m not going to bite you—”

You shrugged, smiling unnervingly. “Or maybe I will, I like getting a reaction out of people.”

His eyes locked with yours as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Your gaze softened. Had your hard ass personality really scared him off that much? You knew that your lack of filter usually got you in hot water, but you never thought it was intimidating. Maybe he was scared you’d call him out on something. The corner of your lip twitched. That was probably the reason he hadn’t told you why he was here.

“Actually.” He stepped forward, fidgeting with his sweater paws. “I wanted to give you this, I was trying to build up the courage to.” He pulled a maroon envelope out of his back pocket. Now this piqued your interest. He held it toward you with a pleading look in his brown eyes.

You sceptically raised your brow. “Tell me what it is first.”

“It’s an invitation to a high school reunion, it seems weird since it was only six years ago, but a lot can change in that amount of time.” He paused, “Well, people can change.”

You noticed his hesitation, carefully plucking the envelope from him. “I’ll think about it.”

“Make this one of those gatherings you actually show up to.” He sent you a lazy smile, a welcoming one. You couldn’t help but flash him one back. Your fingers brushed over the cardboard like material, staring at the deep red, no… maroon coloured invitation.

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disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope · 9 months

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Random rambling thoughts on ✨WISH✨ before the movie comes out

- This movie is for the sleeping beauty girlies… or at least IT HAS TO BE. Any other vibe and I’m gonna be extremely disappointed. It’s already giving medieval European fairytale with gorgeous animation so they can’t fumble this bag. I’m not really sure yet what I expect from the plot but I just need a sleeping beauty energy to it idk idk. I don’t really know what I mean by it cause sleeping beauty is so contradictory in itself, it’s so epic but also so quiet and calm and simple… we’ll see

- This movie is gonna comment on astrology and the horoscope right right??? You cannot do a movie about wishes and stars and not give us a peak into the starry night the characters look upon to and study! If I don’t have a scene of asha discussing constellations then what’s the point 😒 but like even just the aesthetics in the background or something. I need it

- I know everyone knows this movie is set in Spain but the official sources say Iberian peninsula and u bet your ass that, as a portuguese gal, imma remind y’all about it cause we get so little representation while the Spanish get everything well now they’ll have to share 😭😭😭😭😭

- Asha having friends is so anti Disney princess of her 😭😭😭 those other girls only talk to animals. Tiana and Pocahontas are the only girls with a bff and that’s only 1, Asha has 7 😭😭😭 I’m not very impressed with their designs but I guess they can grow on me

- I’m guessing the movie is entirely in the kingdom and it’s nearby places like tangled and sleeping beauty, as opposed to movies like moana or frozen that force them out of their home in a long journey

- Do u guys think the Easter eggs will be subtle or Ralph breaks the internet kind of in your face? Cause disney is making a lot of promises, dozens of Easter eggs right? But I think the in your face crossover will be just for the once upon a studio short, and in the movie the cameos will be more Easter eggs and subtle. (Out of topic but have y’all seen that Lego trailer for the Disney princesses vs Gaston thing? I’m telling y’all rn, disney in gonna give up an official disney animation studios movie of the princesses all together in an adventure before 2040!! IM JUST SAYING!)

- I hope the musical numbers take notes from encanto in the dynamism of we don’t talk about Bruno and dreamlike sequences from surface pressure. I just don’t love when characters are forced to be stuck in reality, it feels very limited. Animation is supposed to break those restrictions. And like, not every musical number has to be like this, but I just want more than a character singing in point A, B and C u know? And I like how, for example, a character would start singing the song and then the 2nd half is a montage? Or like in when will my life begin where she starts singing, but then it’s all montage and she just sings again at the end. (Uncharted waters was a very good song with a very boring scene let’s be honest, and something like that is criminal but it would be even worse in animation)

- I’m really not sure what to expect from the plot and I haven’t really thought a]much about it but rn, if I had to guess, I’d say the movie is about a kingdom that parallels present day USA kkkk hear me out!!! The kingdom had low days of war but fought for independence and began from scratch. This family has magic and can grant people’s wishes and promises the people the equivalent of the American dream. But as generations pass, the king starts collecting more and more wishes without ever intending to grant them to the people or maybe the price of the wishes keeps getting higher. The "American" dream doesn’t exist anymore but people still believe in it cause they are powerless but hopefull. Basically the movie is gonna be about dethroning a tyrant and dismantling capitalism 😃 (look I’m not good with words or brain power but I think u understand what I mean). Maybe the king’s magic is fake, he just knows how to work with the stars own magic while no one else can. And in the end, Asha and her friends are gonna Robin Hood their way into granting the peoples wishes or just make then see that wishing only goes so far as you’re willing to work for your dream??… but like I’m serious, I really think this movie is gonna be a shade to America and is gonna go against everything bob iger represents

#disney #disney wish #wish #wish 2023 #Asha #disney Asha #Asha disney #disney animation #wish disney #2023 wish #Asha wish #wish Asha

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cutegirlmayra · 1 year

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hilia has

I hate sad endings too, you’re fine XD Gonna try and do my best to bring all things into this prompt. I hope you guys are fine with me combining prompts cause it makes getting through all 140+ a WHOLE lot easier XD

Enjoy~

Prompt:

“Really? I thought you didn’t believe in this stuff, Sonic?” Amy shuffled her tarot cards, looking curiously to a lazying about Sonic, who had his elbow on the tree stump and yawned as he was laying on his side.

“You didn’t say I had to believe in it.” He made a valid point...

She sweatdropped a little bit and nodded, “True... it can just be fun.” She smiled and let that topic be.

“Alright, your first card is-!” she pulled one out as Sonic held up his other hand, curving it around his bulbous hedgehog head.

“Hang on! Why don’t I get to pick a card..?” He asked.

“It’s not a magic trick...” Amy mumbled through pursed lips, “It’s magic foreseeing!” she put her finger up as though this was a fact, as Sonic rolled his eyes but dropped his questioning hand, stilling her reading no more.

“Still sounds like a trick of magical properties to me.” He argued lightly, but let her carry on as he wiggled a pinkie finger into his ear.

Amy put the first card down, “Ah-ha! A great and epic battle shall unfold before you!” she predicted, pointing to a knight on his noble steed, holding out a lance towards a dark, flame like design against the edge of the card. “Perilous, but undaunted, you...” she pulled out the next card, placing it down. “Oh my!”

Sonic’s ear flicked towards her and he opened one of his closed eyes to peer down at the new card... he was curious, but wouldn’t dare let her know that.

Until he saw the Dragon, holding gold in one hand, and a bloody bag in the other.

He suddenly lifted up and looked down at it, and Amy smirked at seeing how he really was fancinated by this reading.

“... Why’d you stop?” he asked, looking up at her, “What does it mean?”

She folded her arms, turning her head away, “Heh-heh-heh... wouldn’t you like to know?” she opened one eye to him to show that she wanted him to sit properly and enjoy the tarot card reading.

He frowned, lowering his eyes in annoyance, but rolled them as he got up and sat criss-cross on the ground this time, putting a hand to the side of his knees and giving her a bounce up of his eyebrows to show he wanted her to continue. “Good enough?”

She smiled and happily folded her dress under her tucked knees below her, moving her hanging quills back from her face, though they just fell as usual as she peered over to the card.

“In this perilous fight, you will have to choose between gain and loss... This gain or loss could be something... or... someone.” she winked as she put a finger back up, then moved it across his face to silently hold in a laugh as his eyes concentrated on the finger’s movements.

“Uhh... a gain or... loss?” He blinked in confusion, but then looked to her, “Sounds kinda vague, Amy.”

Amy giggled, pulling the finger back to her cheek, “Maybe~” she charmingly stated. “One more card to go!”

Before she could flip it out from the top of the pile, Sonic held out his hand.

“Hold on!” he stated, getting up, “I think I’m done looking into the future for one day, Amy.” He brushed off his legs and patted out his shoes from the loose dirt on them.

“W-wait!” Amy worriedly shifted from her usual playful tone, leaning up, “Sonic, you can’t go just yet! What about the ending of you fortune?” She really didn’t want him to go just yet... she loved spending time with him... and she had even caught him in a particularly good mood where he was just ‘chilling’ in one place, not moving too fast for her to be able to keep up.

She held out her own bading hand, “Just let me read the last card, okay?”

Sonic raised an eyebrow, but nodded quietly and folded his arms. “Alright, Amy... but make it snappy.” he leaned down to look at the last card.

She flipped it over, and it was blaring obvious it was a ‘love’ card of somekind, with a cupid-looking man kissing a nymph of somekind.

“AWHHOO!!!~” Amy shrieked in glee, her hands coming up to her cheeks, “But no matter what, love will triumphant over all! Ahhhwww~ Sonic~” She swooned, swaying back and forth in her lovestruck way.

Sonic just sweatdropped off the side of his head, his eyes lowering a bit as he thought that ‘so fitting’ for an Amy fortune reading...

“Great... Whelp, gotta run!” he flicked up a leg and bolted off.

“Ah! Sonic! Wait-!” she got up and leaned over the stump with a hand for support, also making sure the cards didn’t fly off in the whiplashing wind.

It propelled her a bit as it knocked her to the flattened tree stump, but she puffed up a bit of air to move her three bang-quills up and out of her face, before pushing up and moving them back manually with her hand. “Oh, Sonic... Is that not what you wanted to hear?” She looked a little down by that... “But Sonic... Love should always be...

the fated ending...”

Not long after that, Sonic was in a pretty thrilling but tough fight with Eggman. The team was rushing to evacuate a building, Tails picking up the people who had made it to the roof, and Knuckles digging through debris to find trapped people under the building.

Amy was in charge of the midsection, meant to knock away flying debris from the active blasting Eggman was shooting out trying to catch Sonic, and Sonic was attempting to steer Eggman away from the city...

The scared people behind her coward and covered their heads, ducking as she jumped around and expertly manuevered herself to flipping in the way of the crumbling building, knocking away quickly the dangerous pieces of wall and ceiling.

“We have to keep you guys moving, come on!” Amy gripped her hammer with both hands, took one of the woman’s hands that looked the most scared, and looked over at the other humans. “Follow me, we’ll escape through the stairs!” she told them, but while moving forward, they paused in alarm at Sonic getting shoved through the building and being hit through multiple levels of it.

She held her hand out to keep the others back, “Soniiicc!!!” she cried out, as Eggman laughed outside the tall buildings shattered windows.

“who’s the big and mighty one now, Sonic!?” Eggman flipped over some casing over two large red buttons on his two-forked steering wheel, “Try these on for size..!!! Hohohoho!”

Amy gritted her teeth and shook the hand that was gripping her hammer tightly. “You guys...” She wanted to take care of this, make sure Sonic was okay... but she couldn’t leave them...

They needed a leader.

She squinted her eyes shut, “Don’t hesitate now!” she encouraged them, and while the missles fired out, she had to... to let them race by her.

It broke her heart... she heard Sonic cry out and get blasted multiple times, but she... the folks... she couldn’t just abandon them.

“Come on!” she quickly moved them when Eggman ignored her and bolted through the holes he had made and got the people scrambling towards the stairs. “Move, everyone has time now, stay steady on your footing!” she ushered them through and looked down to see Knuckles racing up the stairs. “Knuckles!” she cried out, relieved, as she looked over the railing. “Knuckles, Sonic needs my help!”

“Ehh!?!?” Knuckles looked up, shouting out as was his usual voice. “I’ve taken care of all the people down here. I’ll deal with these slackers... Let’s gooo!!!” He roared up, then swung his arm to encourage them to follow him now. “Move it, move it! You have longer legs than us and you’re still so slow!”

The people immediately rushed down the stairs to meet Knuckles, as Knuckles threw up a wink and thumbs up to Amy, showing her he’d take care of it. “Now, you go get Sonic to wake up and clean up this mess, got it?”

“Got it!” Amy cheered, “Thank you, Knuckles!” she waved and darted back to the room when a blast made her guard her face quickly with her hands. “Ahhh!” she felt the wind begin to shoot her feet back.

“Awh!” she immediately, through years of experience by now, dropped down and grabbed the ground to give herself more force for effort against it, but even though it was working... it left her wide open...

A desk suddenly got lifted up and flew towards her. “AHHHH..!!!” she felt like, for a moment, all she could see was the swiftly moving object about to knock her out the window... surely to plummet her down towards the ground stories below her.

But then... a streak of blue.

“Sonnniccc!!!” She reached a hand out to him as he knocked the desk away, uncurling to reveal some scratches and bruises, his fur dirty in parts where he was hit and huffing and puffing while on one knee.

“Amy...” He lightly stated, squinting an eye down. “Where are the people?”

“Knuckles is taking them out the front exit.” While she stated that, Knuckles was actively putting his hand to the fleeing crowd and pushing their shoulders to help them hurry along, making sure the door stayed open for them as they rushed out. “I came back to help you...”

“Heh, that’s good.” He gripped his arm, shaking. “Err... Hate to ask your favor on this one... but... Ugh.” he suddenly collasped forward.

“SONIIIC!!!” Amy got up and immediately started to make her way through the wind, “Err... ehh.. ahh!” she fell back to her knees, unable to brace that long against the suction. “Sonic... needs me...” she tried to grip the ground, but there was nothing to hold on to. “AH!” she dropped down to her stomach when a lamp and chair flew by her, one of the leg’s hit against the ground so heavily... it could have really spiked her back, but continued to fly out.

“Where’s all this wind coming from? ... AH! Oh no!” she saw Sonic’s weakened body getting rolled by the rapid wind towards the edge of the blasted wall...

“Sonic!!!” She jumped and rushed to grab him, shielding him as Eggman flew slowly out from the other side... revealing the massive windmill he was using as he laughed.

“HOHOHO, seems water isn’t your only weakness, Sonic... but AIR, too! Hohohoho!!!” He billowed a laugh before raising an eyebrow, taking his hands to his stomach a moment, “Hmm? Amy Rose? You just couldn’t stand the sight of your patheic hero struggling, could you?” He pinched a piece of his mustache and rubbed his two fingers against it, haughtily. “Ahh... look at that... such deranged young love... makes my tummy sick just staring at it.”

He pulled up his steering fork on his upgraded Eggpod, “Now, I think it’s only fitting to send you both to your airy graves! What would you call it? If not, Davy Jone’s locker, prehaps, flying with the angels, then? WOH-HOHOHO!”

A massive canon slot clicked off and a panel flopped over. It slowly brought the canon forward, and locked it into place, charging up what looked like an energy beam.

“Oh, no, Sonic...” Amy’s eyes shook in horror... the bright white light getting bigger and bigger... She looked down to Sonic, who was still awake, but struggling to get himself up... His eyes almost closed by how much strain he was in.

“Erk... grr... Er...” Sonic’s groans and strains broke Amy’s soul... she lowered her head to cover her eyes from view... and slowly moved him off of her as the windmill powered down.

“All forces redirect to engine power.” Eggman announced, as he moved his advanced Eggpod upwards and the canon reangled itself to the two of them, the ball of light getting even more massive and started to draw power that the windmill had amassed.

Amy stood up and turned to Eggman...

“Oh... what’s this?” He grinned in anticipation, leaning forward in his evil glee. “Soneone wants to play heroine?”

She summoned an even bigger hammer, and took the stance of a baseball player.

“HAHAHAH! Good! Let’s play ball then, Ammmy!!!!” He fired off the massive energy ball.

“A-... Amy...!” Sonic reached a weakened hand up, one eye closing as he tried to hold himself up and get closer to her. “Nooo...!”

“Remember, Sonic...” Amy’s voice sounded so... beautiful just then.

She turned to look back at him, with a smile Sonic would engrain in his memory forever, his eye widening at the brilliant light and her delicate face... reassuring him.

“Love will triumphant over all.”

She looked back and swung her hammer, but the blast sent her flying out...

A good chunk of her dress around the side of her waist was gone... a massive space of burnt fur lay under it... and as she flew down from the air, she could hear and faintly see Sonic’s head over the side of the window, calling out and reaching for her still...

‘This... really... hurts...’ she felt a hard ‘THUNK’ as her body rolled against plane wings, and then tilted itself to have her not fully roll off.

“AMY!” Tails’s voice cried out as the world got blurry... light dimmed... and Amy felt something warm spilling from her side... flying red drops into the air...

‘Is... Sonic... gonna be... okay?’ was her last thought before she fully closed her eyes... and felt her body fly off the plane.

“AMMMYYY!!!!” Tails’s voice cried out as the people’s voices below also rang out.

“Catch her!” someone cried out, and Amy heard the gruff voice of Knuckles catching her before her conciousness fully left her.

The burning building... the lack of air rushing out of her upon impact... her hammer having swung right through the energy ball...

What hope did she have that she could survive this?

Sonic... She wanted to make sure Sonic, the people, her friends... were they all okay?

The beeping of monitors broke her worried thoughts.

She slowly came to... seeing bandages all over her, and a sleeping cream by the end of her bedside.

Her fingers twitched.

She blinked and the image of Cream... glitched?

She widened her eyes in horror, and moved quickly through the pain to scoot back, seeing the glitching Cream wake up and open her eyes.

“Miss A-Am-Amy.” The voice even sounded robotic...

“Where... what’s going on?” She looked around, the room was fizzing out, and she brought her bedsheets off of her and kicked out her legs, “Am I..?”

“In a simulation... yes.”

She looked over in shock at Eggman through a window... looking like he was in his eggfortress, hobbling to the controls and looking sorely beaten... a black eye and many buldges on his face.

“Sonic won again... of course, he did.” He tsk’ed out some spit from the side of his face, and rubbed the back of his wrist against his mouth to clean it up. “Hmm? So the program didn’t last long, did it?” He grinned, as best as he could with missing teeth...

“Eggman...” Amy’s eyes shook, “Where... What did you do to me?”

“Oh? You were dying of blood loss... I had to make sure the others thought you were fully dead, though... I wanted to see what would happen.” Eggman flicked a button and suddenly the hospital room was nothing but a blank room of white screens.

“Where am I!?” She cried out.

“P’eh... Keep your voice down... I have a headache.” he clicked another set of buttons and the room folded up and away, revealing to her she was in Eggman’s clutches...

“I simply wanted to experiment with the notion of Sonic experiencing a heavy loss... little did I know you were actually dying... Sorry about that.”

“S-Sorry!?” She was freaking out, “Why can’t I..?” She looked at her hands... they weren’t glitching.

She looked at her head, and tried to pull off the bandages, only feeling the aching pain at it all being real.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t download you into the matrix or anything like that.” Eggman watched her panic, as she slowly calmed down her breathing, realizing she was still real.

“Why would you set up a trick like that!?” She tried to stand up, but the second her feet touched the ground, “Ahhh..!” she gripped her stomach, feeling blood rushing out as Eggman just stared at her in pain.

He sighed, after a moment, walking over and helping her back into bed. “That’s why... my little experiment kept you comatosed a bit too long... and I worried you’d freak out if you found out the truth...” He patted the bed to get her to lay back. “Come on, now... I’ve kept you alive for this long... might as well let me keep you around for the long run...”

“You... you sound regretful.” Amy twitched an eye but ended up being obident, having nothing else to do as he examined the bandages and nodded.

“Good, looks like the transfusions are working...”

“Transfusions!?” she was barely able to breathe.

“Hmmm... yes. But in this condition... getting you to Sonic would only look like I’ve really killed you all the more... it would be... too cruel... I need you as as safety net if Sonic really does decide to take revenge.” Everything Eggman was saying sounded impossible.

“You... tricked Sonic and my friends... into thinking I was dead?” She concluded, as Eggman looked away, but the tightening of the line on his face made her sure that it was so. “So then... you’re desperately trying to keep me alive... to keep yourself safe.” She glared. “Sonic... will never forgive you if you really do kill me, Eggman... You know that, don’t you?”

He remained silent, and then pushed off the bed to stretch, “Ahh~ I’ve had a long day. Best you rest, then.” He patted her head as she shook herself out of his touch, too angry to even comprehend any ‘kindness’ from this act...

“How long do you intend to keep this going?” She demanded to know... her voice bade no mercy.

He faked a light laugh, “Hahaha... ohhh... until I know you can actually live for me.” he rubbed his head, “Right now... I’ll just tell Sonic you’re hemophilia could doom you... but that I’m the only thing keeping you stable. And if he agrees to a truce...”

“You’re grasping for straws, Eggman...” Amy’s voice started to waver, her eyes starting to well up in tears, “Tell me...” she heaved, her chest rising and falling in her desperation to not know the truth of this answer, “How close am I to-?”

“... Right now, I’ve stablized you to be somewhat anemtic... but if I tell Sonic it’s worse than that... he might see me in a better light... then a murderer.” he locked up the room again, making her surrounded by false holograms and white lights...

White... bright... lights...

Her eyes quivered... “Ahh... I almost...” She was realizing... the Dragon... the bloody bag and the weight of gold...

It wasn’t Sonic’s future of Gain and Loss... though he thought he had lost but would gain her again...

It was Eggman’s future... that she had read.

“You didn’t really want to kill me... or even Sonic... did you?” She looked over towards the window, feeling tiredness rushing over her.

She could feel her fingers tingling from lack of blood circulation...

“Eggman...” her voice grew faint, as he kept walking out of the room, twiddling his fingers from behind his back.

“You... you actually love fighting us... don’t you?”

When Amy woke up the second time, she was in Sonic’s arms, who was shielding her from Eggman’s gunfire, and racing away with Tails and Knuckles by his sides... a rescue mission...

So... Eggman gave her back to him, but making Sonic think he saved her instead.

Clever... she would keep his secret... At least... Sonic didn’t think she was dead anymore...

Since then, Sonic seemed to avoid her ever getting hurt, but she finally confessed that she wasn’t bad on blood anymore.

He was confused, and she explained everything to him... though it did upset him, he promised her he wouldn’t retaliate against Eggman... and-

To never read his fortune again.

In Sonic’s mind... he felt that his decisions led to Amy’s death... but after some time, Amy convinced him that Eggman’s love for fighting and life kept him from truly ending Amy’s own. But since then... Sonic never took any chances with Eggman... the battles became less grueling and for Eggman, more in a playful spirit.

Until he was assured... that Sonic had calmed down, and until then, Amy let Sonic awkwardly ask to spend more time with her, until he truly accepted all was well and right again...

The scare had made Amy realize, she had made a decision, too...

Maybe Tarot Card reading... was a magic’s trick?

(I hope you like it, I wanted to build AU drama but also keep it a mostly happy ending XD Eh, I think it was... okay? How about you, are you okay?)

#sonamy #sonic x amy #sonamy au #sonic and amy #cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt

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The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student pt. 2

Summary: Cass manages to shock the student body at RAD when she makes her first pact with Mammon. She doesn't have time to think about it as she begins uncovering the dark secrets haunting the House of Lamentation. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, heavily implied sexual content Spoilers: Lesson two and Lilith's status Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Lilith, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Luke, Simeon, Preta (OC), and Vassago (OC). Notes: (1) Lilith is absolutely a little shit (affectionate) who just likes pulling pranks and messing with people she loves. (2) I love the idea of MC finding Mammon's credit card without Lucifer's hint. Part One • Next Part

“Call me by my name,” she demanded.

“Fuck,” Mammon hissed, eyes wide. “Is this all ‘cause of the pact?! Listen to me hum-” he stopped, as if he physically couldn’t finish the word. “Hu-hum-FINE, Cass!” They stared at each other, Mammon catching his breath. Cass wondered how much energy it took to fight off whatever control the pact had over him. “Look, just because may be in control of my body doesn’t mean you own my mind.”

“I don’t want to own you,” Cass said, surprising him. “I literally only asked you to call me by my name. I’d expect even demons to have that level of decorum.”

He didn’t say anything at first, but his frustration seemed to fade. “Where is it?” Cass tilted her head in confusion. She already gave him his credit card, what else did he want. “The mark?” Silence. “You really don’t know anything about pacts do ya? When you make a pact, you have a mark to show it.”

His eyes fell to her hand, as if he already knew it would be there. She followed his gaze to her left hand. Oh. Wrapping around her pointer finger was an intricate golden design. It faded towards the top, the design tightening at the base. It almost looked like a ring, a sigil resting in the middle like a stone. Cass gasped, taken aback at how beautiful it was.

Cass glanced down at the map Lucifer had given her and back up at the hallway. At this point she’d be lucky if she found her classes, let alone found them on time. Apparently giving the new student a tour was too kind for demons.

Her morning hadn’t gone great. Besides having no idea where she was going and Mammon being missing, she’d been assigned to wake him up earlier. She’d ended up just poking him in the face, only to be thrown to the floor. Now, she was lost in a giant school, no idea where to go. She shoved the map in her bag, deciding to go in what she thought was the right direction and hope she got lucky enough to run into someone she knew.

“Hey, that’s the human everyone’s talking about.” She heard someone whisper but opted to stay still. “Can’t believe Mammon got assigned to watch over her.”

“Doncha think that’s pretty lucky for us? We can devour this human before even Beel does, and they won’t know it was us.”

The first demon snickered in response. Before she could take a step, they started to jeer and catcall. Cass swung her backpack over her other shoulder, walking up to the demons with a cheery smile. Their cocky demeanors only grew.

“If you so much as even try to touch me, I will rip off whatever appendage of yours I can find, be it your arm, leg, horn, tail, whatever, and shove it so far up your ass I can pull it back out your throat. Then, I’ll pour holy oil into any open orifice and light it on fire while you’re still alive. And, as you burn and the light leave your eyes, the last thing you’ll see is me enjoying a glass of ice water.” Cass blinked her eyes innocently, her smile never faltering. “Do you happen to know what the cafeteria serving today?” Her smile finally fell as she stared into the second demon’s eyes, not blinking as she finished. “I’m caving barbecue.”

Neither of them moved, shock rooting them in their place. A third demon, standing off to the side stifled a laugh. Their black horns and eyes stood out against their pale skin and white hair. Whoever they talking to looked equal parts impressed and disinterested. Cass flashed them a smile before walking towards where she hoped her class was. She only took a few steps before someone fell into step next to her.

“Hey, you’re Cass, right?” She cast him a look but didn’t respond. He laughed before continuing. “You don’t have to be suspicious of me. I’m Solomon, the other exchange student. When I heard Mammon was looking after you, I thought Lucifer was just messing with you. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Cass stopped and crossed her arms. Something felt too convenient about the only other human showing up next to her right when she needed help. “I can handle myself with demons. Mind telling me where 2122b is?”

“You’re asking for my help? But you’ve got the great Mammon!” Cass didn’t miss the sarcasm lacing his tone. “Why should I just give you that information?”

“Help another human out? You are human still, aren’t you?”

“Hmm,” he smiled. “There are times even I’m not so sure. After obtaining the ring of wisdom from someone in a very high position and forming 72 pacts,” he paused glancing at her, “I became a wicked sorcerer. Or, that’s what they say about me. I am fairly sure I am still human. I’m happy to prove it to you if needed.”

Cass twirled a piece of her hair and giggled, taking a wild guess he was the same Solomon written about in theology. “It’s no wonder you got 700 women to marry you, you’re so charming.” She rolled her eyes and walked away without giving him another glance. She was stopped again after a few steps by Lucifer. “Morning?”

“It seems you’ve already become something of a celebrity. Is your plan to simply threaten any demon who talks about you?” Cass hummed, not really caring to have a conversation when she still didn’t know where her fucking class was. Honestly, if threatening demons who treated her like dirt or a meal was how she survived, that’s how she survived. “While I understand it is inevitable you associated with Solomon, you should know he can’t be trusted. Unlike you, he can wield powerful magic and will try to subjugate even a powerful demon given the chance.”

“Got it, I can’t trust the only human here, but demons are good.” Cass went to step around him before pausing, remembering her conversation with Levi yesterday. Lucifer had hidden Mammon’s credit card, the credit card needed to make a pact with Mammon. Maybe she should just come out and ask him where it was.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” Lucifer smirked, as if knowing she needed something from him.

“Where is room 2122b?” She asked. Maybe she could get Lilith to tell her.

“Is that all? I would have thought you had question about Mammon.” Cass didn’t answer, not giving him the satisfaction. “If you go down this hall and take the first right and it’ll be the second door on the left.”

“Great, thank you,” Cass said, going to her first class of the day.

As much as she wanted to focus, she couldn’t. While the material was interesting, it was too much being thrown into a new world. Especially considering she’d been told she’d be living with seven brothers but had only met six.

At this point, all she knew about the final brother was he had long, greyish indigo hair with white tips and was comfortable enough to fall asleep leaning against Beel. Given his brothers were avatars of the six of the seven deadly sins, she assumed he was the avatar of sloth. It probably wasn’t abnormal for him to fall asleep against anyone.

The rest of the day was a cycle of thinking about each of the brothers and how to find Mammon’s credit card. She should have just asked Lucifer. She had to look up what a credit card was. How was she supposed to find one hidden in a strange, unknown house by a strange, unknown demon? The only seemingly valuable thing she’d come across was freezing credit, which seemed like a good option if Lucifer didn’t want Mammon to spend money.

“If I was going to hide a credit card to freeze someone’s spending, where would I put it?” Cass said out loud. She was lying upside down on her couch, head hanging off the edge. “It’s not literally frozen. He’s been around for centuries. It has to mean something else.”

“Does it though?” A voice interrupted her thoughts. Cass opened her eyes to see Lilith floating upside down, staring at her. “Look, I love Lucifer, but he finds dad jokes a bit too funny.” Cass didn’t answer, unsure what dad jokes were. “Predictable jokes, puns?”

Cass spun around. “Are you saying he literally froze Mammon’s credit card? Wouldn’t someone have found it by now?”

Lilith didn’t answer, simply giving Cass a look before disappearing. Was everyone in the Devildom cryptic as hell? It was past midnight. If she went to the kitchen now, there was a chance she wouldn’t run into anyone. It was probably safter to go now than in the middle of the day.

Cass tried to be as quiet as possible going to the kitchen. Luckily, she didn’t run into anyone. Part of her had debated texting Levi but decided against it. If Lilith was messing with her or her hunch was wrong, she’d rather he not know about it. She managed not to scream when she ran into Beel as she walked into the kitchen.

“Why you going to the kitchen so late?”

She was drawn to Beel. Despite the fact that he expressed less emotions than the other brothers and was harder to read, something about him felt safe. She could tell he was a caring person, or demon, he just had a harder time of showing it.

“I was just getting a glass of water,” Cass lied. She wasn’t sure why. Something told her Beel wouldn’t care why she was in the kitchen. He huffed in response, going to leave. Suddenly she remembered the picture, the indigo haired demon slumped against Beel in the picture. “Hey, Beel, can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Diavolo said I’d be living here with you and your brothers. He said there were seven of you, but I haven’t met your youngest brother. I was wondering–”

“Don’t ever mention him in front of Lucifer” Beel cut her off “ and don’t bother asking the rest of us. We don’t talk about him. Even though he’s our brother, we have to treat him like he doesn’t exist, it’s not fair,” Beel trailed off. Another crack. “But since no one can defy Lucifer, that’s that. Besides, it’s not any of your business.”

Cass reached out, grabbing Beel’s arm as he went to leave. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, and I’m just this random human forced to live with you, but if you need someone to talk to,” Cass paused, looking up at Beel. He didn’t say anything, but for a moment, it looked like he wanted to. “Have a nice night, Beel.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded before walking out of the room. She should ask Lilith next time she appeared. Despite not talking about the seventh brother, it clearly weighed on Beel. The longer she was in the Devildom, the more she started to think she might be an empath. She was trapped in a house with six broken demons who needed help and was beginning to feel like her purpose was to help them.

“That’s not important right now,” she whispered. One thing at a time Cass, damn. Start with the credit card and pact and move on to whatever the fuck was haunting these demons after.

She checked to make sure Beel had actually left before opening the freezer. She was certain Lilith was messing with her when she looked into the nearly empty freezer. Beel must have eaten everything possible, because it looked like the only thing left was ice. Well, ice and what looked like freezer burnt ice cream from God knows how long ago. She shoved it out of the way in frustration.

As she went to slam the door shut, a glint of light caught her eye. Buried in ice, underneath the ice cream was a golden credit card. She pulled it out, but was unable to read the name. It had to be Mammon’s. Why else would there be a credit card in the freezer. She threw the frozen card in the sink, running hot water over it.

As the ice melted, she sighed. Step one, complete. Now she just needed to get Mammon to agree to a pact. When Levi first suggested it, she hadn’t really cared much either way. Pact or not, she was still stuck here with no memory. As she thought about it at school, though, she realized it would be nice to have some level of control over her situation, as well as someone on her side in the Devildom, willingly or not.

Cass sat on the edge of the counter, waiting for the ice to melt. When the ice was almost gone, she picked the card up. Sure enough, in silver lettering was Mammon’s name. Cass stared at the card, wondering what her next move was. It wasn’t until she heard his gasp that she realized Mammon had walked into the kitchen.

“IS THAT GOLDIE? DIDJA FIND MY CARD HUMAN?” Mammon yelled, rushing towards her. He went to grab the card, but Cass shoved it into her back pocket before he could. “Whadda think you’re doin’?”

“Leveraging your card for my benefit?” Mammon looked at her in disbelief. “Make a pact with me, and I’ll give you your precious card.”

“NO WAY!” Mammon snapped. “What makes you think The Great Mammon, one of the rulers of the Devildom would ever make a pact? Let some human be the boss of me?”

”Oh Luuuuccccifffeeeer,” Cass called.

Mammon’s eyes widened in fear, hand going to cover her mouth. He stepped between her legs, eyes pleading with her to be quiet. He didn’t move for a while, maybe waiting for his fear to subside or until he felt he could trust Cass not to say anything.

“You’re serious right now?” He asked, pulling his hand away. Cass nodded, though she wasn’t. “Fuck, fine.”

He stepped back, hand going to his belt. It took a second for Cass to register what he was doing. “Um, what the fuck are you doing?”

He glanced at her in disbelief. “What do you think?” Cass stared at him, eyes wide in confusion. “I thought ya wanted to make a pact.”

“Yeah?”

Mammon threw his hands up in frustration. “Are ya aware of a different way to make a pact?”

“I guess I don’t know how to make one.” Mammon stared at her. “I literally don’t even know my last name, what makes you think I’d know how to make a pact with a demon?!”

“I’d expect ya to look it up at the very least.” When Cass didn’t answer, Mammon rolled his eyes and continued, “pacts gotta be consummated.”

“Oh,” Cass answered, “OH!”

“Havin’ second thoughts?” Mammon asked, hand going to grab his credit card from her back pocket. “We don’t have to do anything ya know? You can give me my card and we can forget this ever happened.”

Cass smacked his hand away. “It’s not a second thought. It’s just,” she paused, not sure how to phrase it. “I just, I don’t have my memories.” Mammon didn’t answer, waiting for her to continue. “I don’t know if I’ve done, if I’ve ever, you know.” She gestured in the space between them.

Before she knew what was happening, Mammon’s hands flew to the counter beside her. His grasp was so tight that the butcher block split in his grip. “Don’t, don’t say things like that to a demon.” His voice was quiet, like he was trying his hardest to restrain himself. Cass didn’t answer, not sure what he meant. He continued, not meeting her eyes. “I’m a demon.”

“Oh really?”

Mammon scoffed, the counter cracking more under his grip. “Ya can’t say things like that to a demon. Our whole thing is corruptin’ humans. Do ya realize what your doing to me right now?”

“Oh,” she repeated, “OH!” Mammon didn’t answer, almost as if he was trying to calm his erratic breathing. “Fuck it,” she breathed. Mammon’s head snapped up, finally meeting her gaze. “Let’s make a pact.

His hands left the counter at the speed of light, grabbing her hips pulling her closer. Their lips met in a bruising kiss. Before Cass had time to process what was happening, he had lifted her off the counter and was moving towards the door. Her arms tightened around his neck, clutching to him as if he was going to drop her.

“Wh-what, what are you doing?”

“You think I want any of my brothers comin’ in and seein’ ya this,” he scoffed, “fuck I’m surprised Asmo didn’t smell you and come down here already.”

“SMELL?” She gasped, but Mammon didn’t answer. Before she knew it, they were in his room and she was being thrown on his bed. Levi wasn’t kidding when he said he was fast. She barely had time to catch her breath, let alone stop her head from spinning before Mammon was kissing her again. And so, her first pact was made.

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Cass stared at the ceiling of Mammon’s room. She’d expected there to be something more to making a pact besides saying something in Latin and sleeping with the demon. Cass glanced at Mammon, who was lying next to her, also avoiding her gaze.

“That was,” he started.

“Unexpected?”

“Sure,” he answered, but something in his voice told her that wasn’t what he was thinking.

He got up and started getting dressed. Cass sat up, holding the sheet up against her, not really sure what to say that could break the tension. She didn’t know how pacts work, much less what it meant to make one. Was this Mammon’s first pact with human? She almost asked but stopped herself. Why did it matter?

“Um,” Cass said, breaking the silence. Mammon looked over his shoulder but didn’t say anything. “Is it, can demons, can I get pregnant?”

Mammon’s movement froze, eyes widening. After a moment, he started dressing, moving faster than before. Cass didn’t move, terror rushing through her. Something in his response told her it wasn’t the risk of pregnancy that had him moving like that.

“Mammon?” He didn’t respond. “MAMMON!” Finally, he looked at her. Her voice fell quiet under his gaze, “what happens to humans who are pregnant with demons?” Again, he didn’t answer, her question only making him move faster. Panic rushed through her. For the first time since arriving in the Devildom she honestly felt afraid. “MAMMON!” She said, summing as much energy as he could. “Am I going to die?”

He kneeled next to her, hands cupping her face. He looked at her with genuine emotions, and it scared the hell out of her. “No, do you think the Great Mammon would let that happen?”

Cass fought back tears. He looked as unsure as she felt. Fuck. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? It hadn’t even crossed her mind. Why would it have? She didn’t know anything about demons and humans. It was the uncertainty in Mammon’s answer that scared her. Had he acted like he didn’t care about her, that would have been better, more comforting.

“Stop.” Mammon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. He held her eye contact, concern laced in his gaze. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? I’ll talk to Lucifer, and he’ll know what to do. It’ll be fine.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her. “I’ll go now, okay?”

Mammon made a move towards the door and Cass stood, grabbing the closest shirt she could find. Mammon opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw her dressing. She didn’t notice his staring at first, flinching under his gaze when she finally looked up.

“Sorry, I just grabbed something. I figured it’d be faster than trying to find mine,” she said, pulling at the edge of his button up nervously. It was large enough that it was falling off one shoulder, the hem landing midthigh.

She tried taking a step towards Mammon but lost her footing. He was by her side in an instant, catching her. “Ya really think your going to be able to walk to Lucifer’s room?”

“Well, I’m not just going to sit around here waiting.” Mammon and Cass held a silent starting contest before he finally resigned, scooping her up bridal style. “Wha–?”

“I’ll just carry you.”

Cass didn’t bother arguing, knowing already how much faster it would be. She closed her eyes, turning her head into Mammon’s chest feeling a wave of motion sickness at his movement. It wasn’t until she heard a knock that she opened her eyes. A moment later, the door swung open revealing a disappointed Lucifer. It looked like he was about to start scolding whoever had knocked on the door when he must have realized why they were there.

---

Cass stared at the fire behind Lucifer. He’d been lecturing Mammon for the last hour, occasionally passing a condescending comment her way. She was having a hard time concentrating on anything he said, though. She couldn’t shake Mammon’s reaction to her earlier from her thoughts.

“Can’t ya do this later?” Mammon hissed. “There are more pressing issues.”

“If you had any semblance of self-control, there wouldn’t be.”

“I had self-control, considerin’ she was going on about being a virgin. Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same–”

“I wasn’t going on about being a virgin. I literally said I have no memories–”

“I don’t care what the circumstances were.” Cass looked away from Mammon, trying not to roll her eyes. Lucifer handed her a small vial. “This potion will prevent pregnancy. I had some made on the off chance you surprised us and made a pact. Though, I didn’t expect it to be so quick.”

As she drank the potion, Lucifer muttered something in what sounded like Latin. “Well, the potion is most effective before being intimate, it won’t hurt to take it after.” He handed her a piece of paper with something written in a foreign language. “This is a spell to help strengthen the effects. Any demon will be able to perform it with ease. Well, any demon worth making a pact with. I’ll work with Barbatos to make more potion, should you end up needing more. Please try to refrain yourself until then, no matter how hard you find it.”

“EXCUSE ME? Thanks for the potion, though I could do without the haughty tone.” She stood up, glaring at Lucifer. “Ass,” she said under her breath as she stormed towards the door, letting it slam behind her.

Cass groaned, falling into her bed. Of all the things she expected to happen that evening, that wasn’t one of them. She rolled over to look at the time when she saw Lilith sitting on the edge of her table. She was grinning, feet swinging beneath her.

“He likes you,” she laughed. “Lucifer.”

“He has a funny way of showing it.”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, Lilith, you’ve been here for a while, right?” The ghost nodded. “Can you tell me about their seventh brother?”

Lilith’s feet stopped moving. She sighed, jumping off the table to start pacing. “No.”

“Seriously?” Cass demanded.

“shhhh.” Lilith glared at her. “They can’t know I’m here.”

“I thought you wanted me to help them! I can’t help them if I don’t know anything. Why is everything a secret?”

Lilith looked at her with understanding, but it only made Cass angrier. Why did it feel like she was playing a game where everyone knew the rules except her. It was frustrating enough talking to the brothers, but at least she could understand their perspective.

They didn’t ask her to be here, Diavolo did. Lilith, on the other hand, asked her to help. Cass’s only goal was to survive for the year and try to get her memories back. Despite wanting to help the brothers, if they didn’t let her, she couldn’t force them to accept her help.

“I want to tell you, I do, really.” Against her better judgement, Cass believed her. “If you know too much about them though, they won’t trust you. You have to earn their trust, or they’ll just shut you out more. They’ve been burned in the past, which is why they act that way.”

“Can you tell me anything? How do you know them? Why can’t they know you’re here? You told me you’ve tried contacting them before. What changed?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute. “Fine, but you can’t tell them. At least not yet.”

---

Asmo had been laughing for the last ten minutes, despite Satan telling him to quiet down. Apparently, Cass making a pact with Mammon was one of the funniest things he’d heard in a while. She was too busy replaying her conversation with Lilith to care about the little insults he was making towards her.

So, Lilith was their sister from the Celestial Realm. Well, that explained her ethereal nature and why she cared so much about them. Honestly, Cass should have seen it sooner given how many similar features she had to the brothers.

“If they know you knew about me, they won’t trust you. They’ll be angry and resent you.” It made sense. While Lilith wouldn’t tell her what happened that led to her being a ghost in the Devildom that her brothers couldn’t see nor what made their dynamics so bizarre, Cass understood why she couldn’t tell them. She knew they all had their defenses built so strong it would take a miracle to break through them.

“I don’t know what’s more surprising, an average human like you making a pact with Mammon so fast or you teaming up with Levi to make it happen.”

“All that matters is I got my money back from Mammon AND my figurine. I’ll finally be able to buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and her Reluctant Companio! The initial rounds even have tickets to a live event,” Levi said.

“I never thought I’d see a human win over Levi, but here we are,” Satan mused, speaking over Levi.

Levi stopped mid rant. “Excuse me?! Nobody won me over. Especially not some non-otaku normie human. We had a purely business relationship due to our aligned interests.”

Levi huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at the center of the table, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Cass didn’t miss the blush appearing at Satan’s words though. She also didn’t miss the way Beel was trying to sneak food off her plate, though she used sneak lightly. She pushed her plate towards him, not having much of an appetite.

“You know, we should be careful or we might find ourselves in a pact with Cass as well. If you had to choose one of us to forge a pact with next, who would it be, Cass?”

She glanced at Asmo before her eyes flashed to the other demons at the table. She didn’t care to have the pact she had, let alone more of them. Besides, the question seemed like a trap. She’s certain no matter how she answered it would end with one of them insulting her.

“None of you, I’m not interested.”

“WHAT?! Do you know how offensive that is? It’s as if you think we’re not worth making a pact with. Yet you made one with that stupid, poor excuse of a dem-” Asmo was interrupted by Mammon smacking the back of his head. “OW! I can’t believe you STRUCK my beautiful, beautiful head! Not even Lucifer has done something like that!”

“Stop callin’ me a poor excuse for a demon, you pea brain. Y’all think you’re so great. None of this would’ve happened if Lucifer hadn’t taken my precious Goldie away from me and hidden her against her will.”

The brothers responded in disgust to Mammon personifying his credit card. Cass wasn’t sure Levi was one to talk considering his unnerving infatuation with an animation or Asmo given his self-obsession. She was just grateful the conversation was no longer focused on her. She wasn’t in much of a mood to talk. Besides, Mammon seemed to have more of knack of sticking his foot in his mouth than her. His mocking of Lucifer continuing despite him standing behind Mammon.

“You know, he’s so stupid it’s almost sad,” Asmo noted as Mammon rubbed his head where Lucifer had hit him.

“It’s almost like we’re being punished by having him as our brother.”

Lucifer sat down, speaking directly to her, ignoring his brothers’ continued squabbling. “Cass, I didn’t say it last night, but it’s quite the accomplishment managing a pact in such a short time.”

“Well, I supposed if you hadn’t been too busy implying I was a whore, you would have gotten around to it.”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Perhaps, but Diavolo will be pleased regardless.”

“Oi, human!” Cass rolled her eyes at Mammon’s voice. “Don’t sit there with your heads in the clouds, we gotta go.”

Cass pushed her chair out, knowing her three options were to walk with Mammon, with the other brothers, or alone. Surprisingly, Mammon was the safest or quietest option. She followed him out of the dining room towards the door, not bothering to tune into his complaints.

“Hey, don’t go thinkin’ you can ignore the Great Mammon just ‘cause you managed to make some pact, human!”

Cass stopped in her tracks glaring at him. “Seriously?” He huffed, sticking his arms out. “You still won’t call me by my name?”

“No, I won’t. You’re just a lowly human, come back in a million years and maybe I’ll consider calling ya by your name. Learn your place, ‘cause if you don’t, I swear I’ll make you my next meal. Let’s go, human.”

“Call me by my name or I’m not going,” Cass said, crossing her arms.

“What makes you think I care if you go?”

“Call me by my name,” she demanded.

“I don’t want to own you,” Cass said, surprising him. “I literally only asked you to call me by my name. I’d expect even demons to have that level of decorum.”

“How did–”

“When you woke me up yesterday,” Mammon answered, not looking away from her hand. “The mark appears where you first touch a demon.”

---

Mammon didn’t say much after they left. He did keep looking at her hand, taking in the mark. Cass didn’t blame him. It almost seemed to catch the light like real gold. She traced over it, but it didn’t feel like anything. She had been starting at it since she’d gotten to her first class.

“Whenever an important announcement is made, the demons around here couldn’t care less. Yet, rumors spread like wildfire. The uproar about the new exchange student hadn’t even subsided, and now this.”

“Don’t say that Barbatos! This gossip ensures everyone is watching this human, making it harder for any demon to go after Cass’s soul.”

“Which is especially important given Mammon’s not doing a very good job as a guardian.”

Diavolo sat across from Cass. “I must say, I can’t believe you managed to forge a pact with Mammon. That’s no small feat.”

“I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos praised.

“Sometimes I wish I could trade a certain idiot brother of mine for Barbatos,” Lucifer said.

“It is sometimes said that a truly wise man does not flaunt his talents, he keeps them secret.”

Barbatos smiled at Lucifer, but it had a mocking aura to it. Lucifer scoffed, as if the very thought of Mammon having any talents was laughable. Cass tried not to smile at the reaction. He really did act like the protective older brother.

“I’ve heard it said that the most thick-headed child is always the cutest.”

“I don’t even want to think of Mammon as my child.”

“See how he doesn’t deny the part of Mammon being cute.” Cass looked up at the unknown voice. His laugh sounded almost like music. “Out of all seven of you brothers, you are, without a doubt, the most troublesome.”

“That almost sounds like a compliment, Simeon.”

“Well, it’s not,” another unknown voice interjected. Cass was surprised to see what looked like a ten-year child in front of her.

“Allow me to introduce you, Cass,” Diavolo said, noticing her surprise. “This is Simeon and Luke. They are our exchange students from the Celestial Realm. As you can probably guess, they are angels.”

“Well, Simeon is an angel. Luke is more of a chihuahua.”

“I am NOT a chihuahua,” Luke yelled. “I may be a low-ranking angel, but I’ll have you know that I report directly to Michael the Archangel!”

“Luke, calm down, there’s no need to make such a fuss.” Simeon turned to Cass, flashing a dazzling smile. Unlike the demons, there was genuine warmth behind the action. “It is a pleasure to meet you Cass, we’ve heard a lot of rumors!” The warning bell rang through the room. “I apologize for any trouble we’ve caused, Cass, but I look forward to getting to know you better.”

Diavolo and Barbatos followed Simeon out of the room. Lucifer looked like he was about to say something to Cass, but decided against it. Luke stayed behind, glaring at the door Lucifer had just exited through.

“Are you okay?”

“Never trust a demon, Cass, especially if that demon is Lucifer. I was against this exchange program from the beginning, especially bringing humans to the Devildom. You need to be safe, and Mammon certainly isn’t going to help.”

Luke’s hand landed on hers and he looked at her with so much concern it warmed her heart. For the first time since arriving, she felt there was someone that genuinely cared about her, not just cared about her surviving because Diavolo wanted the exchange program to succeed. Luke left without another word, leaving her to wonder how much him and Simeon and him knew about the brothers.

---

Solomon laughed, laughing down his cards. “Read ‘em and reap. It’s a straight flush.” Asmo groaned, throwing his loosing hand on the table. “That’s 183 wins for me!”

“Are you using magic?”

“I am but a simple human, an innocent lamb. I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t accuse me of behaving like you demons.”

“How can you say that with a straight face, Solomon? I think you may be the least innocent of all of us.”

“Is that truly what you think of me, Satan?” Solomon joked, shuffling the cards. “I must say, it’s lucky Mammon isn’t here, he likely would have broken my record-breaking winning streak by now.”

Satan nodded in agreement. “You’re right, considering he’s usually such dolt, he is surprisingly good at making money.”

“Shouldn’t you be a bit more respectful towards Mammon? You’re always putting him down, despite him being your older brother.”

A third demon sat down next to Solomon at his question. “Have you met Mammon?”

“See, even Vas knows how impossible that is, and he’s not even Mammon’s brother!” The warning bell rang. “You’re running a bit late today, Vas, Preta make you late again?”

“Actually, we ran into Beel and he was telling us about the pact the new exchange student managed to make with Mammon.” At his words, Satan and Asmo started laughing. “How did she manage that?”

“I honestly don’t know. She found Mammon’s hidden credit card on her own. Lucifer was quite impressed. He kept mentioning his surprise at breakfast,” Satan answered. “I think the rest of are just as surprised that Mammon actually agreed to make a pact.”

“It seems like everyone is acting like making a pact is a huge thing. Sure, it’s funny Cass tricked Mammon, but the pact itself isn’t that big of a deal. Take Solomon and me, we’re in a pact. You also have one with Barabtos and Vasago!” Vas scoffed at Asmo. “What? You must have had a reason to make a pact.”

“I lost a bet with Preta, I didn’t exactly want to make one.” Solomon smiled at Vas, knowing despite the reason behind the pact, they were actually quite close.

“I have to agree with Vas. Generally, demons are too proud to make pacts.”

“I’ve been very fortunate but can’t afford to be complacent. Otherwise, Cass might make a pact with Lucifer before I can.”

Asmo giggled at Solomon’s words, his demeanor showing a lack of concern. Both him and Vas were well aware of how Solomon was at this point. Satan shot Solomon a curious glance, but let it go. Solomon likely wasn’t concerned given he didn’t need to rush in making Lucifer like him. Though Satan doubted he’d ever win Lucifer over enough to agree to that.

“Judging from how Beel was talking, Lucifer is already growing fond of the human. Preta took a liking to her yesterday too. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to befriend her.”

“We may need to give Cass a bit of a warning. We were already joking about Beel eating her, but Preta is a whole different story. Given Lucifer’s added a new favorite person to his list along with Mammon, he wouldn’t take to kindly to her being eaten.”

Solomon pocketed the pack of cards as Satan took his seat and the final bell rung. They were in for a much more interesting semester than any of them had expected when Cass was first chosen. Hopefully it continued to be positive surprises.

---

“Never trust a demon.”

Cass kept thinking about Luke’s warning. When Luke had left the classroom, the calming aura he and Simeon had lingered. She wanted to hold them at arm’s length. Being angels didn’t make her immediately trust them. Both of them had a sincerity about them that made it hard not to though.

It reminded her of Lilith. Just like Lilith, Luke’s warning held some hidden knowledge that he wasn’t willing to share. She didn’t need his warning though. She didn’t need to know his reasoning behind it. She already distrusted Lucifer. Unlike his brothers, it always felt like he was playing a game, never revealing his hand even though everyone else’s cards were showing. Lucifer had a hidden card up his sleeve that he wasn’t sharing with his family.

A soft voice echoed through the room, startling her. Lilith was nowhere to be seen. Though Cass wouldn’t put it past the ghost to pull a prank, the voice was unfamiliar. She stood on her bed, trying to get closer to the vent.

“Someone, please, help me.”

The voice was just as faint. She could barely make on the words. Why was there someone calling for help? Was it another ghost that nobody could hear? Or was it something all the brothers were aware of and just learned to ignore? Well, she couldn’t sleep anyways.

Cass walked through the halls on her toes, praying to whatever higher power might be listening that she didn’t wake any of the brothers. She paused every so often to check that she could still hear the voice, letting it guide her towards the source.

When the voice was at its loudest, she realized the path was a dead end. She wasn’t even sure what part of the house she was in. She stood in a short hall that ended with a window. There was a large family portrait hanging on one wall, opposite was the only door. It wasn’t unlocked but it was only a closet for storage.

“Help! Please!”

“I’m trying,” Cass whispered, not sure if they could even hear her. “Maybe there’s another hall I missed?” She closed the closet door, ready to backtrack when Lilith appeared beside the family portrait. “About time you showed up. Want to give me a hint to how to find the person in the vents?”

Lilith laughed, tapping the edge of the painting. Cass gave her a skeptical look before inspecting the frame. No fucking way. She pushed the painting to the side revealing an indent from a hidden door. Of course, this creepy house would have hidden doors and secret passageways.

Luckily the picture was light despite the size. Cass pressed on the door, not sure how it opened. There was a click and the door swung backwards, revealing a small room with a stone, spiral staircase with an iron railing. Cass’s jaw dropped staring up into the darkness.

Before she could even take a step, a gloved hand wrapped around her wrist, and pulled her back. She suppressed a surprise scream. Lucifer’s ruby eyes glistened in the dark. A smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It seemed he was just as surprised as Cass to find someone in the room.

“This is no place for humans, you need to go back to your room.” He stepped around her, blocking the way to the stairs. Lilith lounged on the stairs behind him, rolling her eyes at his warning.

“Okay,” Cass said.

Lucifer took a step towards her, expecting to follow her out. Before she second guessed herself, she rushed under his outstretched arm, towards the stairs. Within a second, Lucifer had pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her, constricting her movement. His breath ghosting over her ear as he chuckled softly.

“You are quite brazen. You do know that don’t you?”

“I figured at least saying the answer you wanted would help you save face,” Cass answered, failing to escape his grasp.

“I’m not giving you a choice, Cass. Go back to your room if you value your life. This is the Devildom after all, you need to follow certain rules to ensure your safety.” He let Cass go without warning, causing her to stumble out of the room. She turned around in time to see the door close behind her.

“What are you hiding, Lucifer?” She whispered, staring at the door.

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