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phonkscribes · 8 months

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Heyo- the power went out at my place after a storm. it got me thinking- what would the dmc boys do during a power outage with their s/o? Thank you (:

This is such a sweet and funny idea, thank you for sending the request and I'm sorry that I'm only just NOW getting to it. I'm going to include Credo because I love him.

Black Clouds Provoke Isolation.

The DMC boys during a power outage with their S/O.

Dante

He is accustomed to not having the power work at the Devil May Cry, but he understands that it's probably not something his S/O would be all that acquainted with. First he'll look up and curse quietly to himself, clicking his tongue and turning his head away as he sits in the darkness. As soon as his S/O comes in and starts to worry about it, he's there to calm them down and tell them that it's not a big deal and that this sort of thing happens all the time. Much to their dismay, Dante... power is important, without power the fridge can't keep the pizza and beers cold. His motivation arises at the risk of these important assets being lost.

If his S/O is afraid of the dark or has an issue with it, he'll drape himself over them like a blanket.

"Alright lets get you to the couch", and then he guides(drags) them to the couch to hunker down until the power comes back on.

Dante would poke fun of them for that, if it weren't for his own apprehension to wandering around in the dark. He gets it, since a lot of bad things tend to happen to him in the dark. That's probably what's going on in the mind of his S/O so the least he can do is be there and comforting for them where he didn't have anyone to comfort himself during those times.

"Hey... it'll be okay, we've been through worse before haven't we?", he'll say in a melancholic sort of way.

When the lights do eventually come back on, he has this big smile on his face and looks down to his S/O. He'd chuckle and give them a quick nudge.

"It came back on! See? What'd I tell you?", and after making sure that his partner's alright, he's going off to check if the pizza and beers are still good. A little celebratory snack wouldn't hurt, and he's thinking that a bit of pizza and a cold drink might cheer them up.

Vergil

Like his brother, he doesn't quite care for the dark when the power goes out, but that's because he's grown used to a lack of light in his life. The darkness is something he's come to embrace, something he can move freely through and about without concern. Of course, this changes somewhat with his S/O by his side. He moves to find them first throughout the power outage, making sure that they're alright. However, he's a bit lost as to what to do in this situation since it's never happened to him enough times before where he's become familiar with what course of action to take. He's spent more time in Hell than in the human world, and will rely on his S/O to take charge, which is something he dislikes.

Vergil would ask them if there's anything that he can do to help, like light some candles or check on the appliances or anything like that. He'd also grow a bit frustrated with them when they don't turn on when he tries to use them or if there isn't anything else he can do to try and help. The Darkslayer tries not to pout and fold his arms in the corner as everything else essentially gets handled for him or by someone else. However, he isn't totally useless here. If there is something he can do, it is also to provide comfort for his S/O in the case that they're not as fond of the dark as he is.

If this gets in the way of them trying to take action, he'll guide them through the house and ask them what they need. Once everything is squared away, his focus is directed onto his partner. What do they need right now? What can he provide for them? Comforting others may not be his strong suit, but he will everything he can for their sake. If this is just holding onto them and pressing their head into his shoulder, he will do it. He won't admit it, but he's glad that their able to vulnerable with him, allowing him to be the rock that they can lean on in their time of need. Besides, he quite enjoys these small moments of reprieve and being close to his S/O.

The first one to start is Griffon, commenting about how the lights have gone off and how it's suddenly gotten a bit colder. V acknowledges this from his familiar and starts to get up from his spot on the couch to go and locate his S/O to inform them of the problem if they weren't previously aware already. If they're already getting to it, he's sitting back and watching them, admiring the way that they're handling the situation. He'll leave them after a moment to go and find if he can do something to assist them, such as bringing them a flashlight or even a few candles to light around the house so that things are easier to see. He's not all too bothered by a lack of power, tolerant at best, but he does get cold after idling for a while.

When all that can be done is done, he's curled up on the couch with a spot made available for his partner. V waits for them to come and join him, as he'd like for them to share their warmth with him. Sitting together, he'll start to read from his book of poems as Shadow drapes herself across the two of them. It is a perfect way to relax during an event that they don't have much control over, especially if he notices that his S/O is a bit uncomfortable with the lack of power. V would be too, if it weren't for having his partner at his side.

The comfort of not being alone through this gives him the strength he needs to get through it, and he hopes that he can shed that same strength to his S/O. Griffon complains about the mushy romantic spiel that V sings, flocking off to go and check if the power's back on. While the mouthy bird is out of the picture, he returns his attention to being assuring that all will be okay, as it is not the end... yet. Of course, it's within his nature to be a little teasing to them, and he enjoys watching the way they react to his words. When the power does return, he won't be releasing them from his grasp any time soon. V quite likes snuggling with his S/O and he'd like to be with them for a little longer before they eventually do get up to leave.

Nero

He's a little irritated when the power goes out, and ends up cursing the storm for the lack of lights in the house. Nero looks to his S/O and asks if they're okay before he even starts to do anything else, making sure they're all good first and then going to start the backup generator. At the least, he's got a backup plan, thanks to Nico for providing him with a spare(at a 'good' price.)

"Come on you bastard", he's mouthing off to the generator as he yanks the cord to bring it to life.

Nero returns to his partner as soon as that's been squared away, and takes their hand in his to go and grab the flashlights and other lights and what not. He looks around to see if there's anything that he might've forgotten about or if there's anything that his S/O hasn't done. He likes to be on top of things, even having a little plan that Kyrie made to go over until the power comes back on. It isn't the end of the world, but he hates sitting still for too long, even if all that's left to do is to wait. He'd have called Kyrie too by then, asking if the boys are doing okay while he's here with his S/O.

If his S/O happens to be anxious without the power, Nero probably won't be of much help. He's a better listener than he is the guy to go to for advice, awkwardly standing around while Kyrie would cry about something that happened to her or that she was going through. He's gotten better over the years though. He'll take his partner to the couch and make sure they're nice and cozy, offering them an earbud to take and listen to some music while he sits with them, waiting for the storm to pass and eventually for the power to return. He's attentive, and tries, and that's all that anyone can ever really ask for.

When the power does come back, he's cracking a smile, and even hits them with something witty and sarcastic.

"Was that so bad? You did just fine"

And they did! And he presses a little kiss to their forehead.

Credo

He had expected such to happen when he caught the forecast on the news just a few days prior. He suspected that something like the power going out would happen, and so he's pleasantly pleased with himself when he managed to be correct in his assessment.

"Not to worry, I've got this", Credo assures his S/O as he moves with a calmness to gather the things that he has prepared in case such an emergency were to arise. There are bottled waters, flashlights, and the like.

One could even say that Credo's a little too prepared. He makes his calls to Kyrie and Nero, making sure that they're alright and have everything just as he had instructed Kyrie. While with his S/O, he's going over what the plan is and etc. The one-winged devil is a little impatient with things, pacing around the house as he waits for the power to return, and checks in with his partner to make sure that they're okay too. It might take their own assurance that things are okay to calm him down from his restlessness.

Credo isn't usually one to have his feathers ruffled, but there are times where even he loses his cool, like when the Order used his sister to further their own goals. It was absolutely unacceptable, and he'd hope that her, Nero, and the boys were doing just as fine as him and his S/O were. If his S/O were to become anxious during the predicament at any point, he'd stop his own fretting for a moment to address theirs. He'd apologize if he had any part to take in causing it, and promptly pull them into a hug, after asking if it were okay to hug them. His formalities could be found endearing, even after all this time, and they do end up calming his partner down. The distraction is more than appreciated as he tries to figure out what to talk about.

Although one may find that he's not so good with small talk, and curses himself for not being better at it for their sake.

Sparda

The dark knight doesn't see a power outage as a problem, even finding it a bit trivial that the lights went out all because of a silly little storm? He alerts you rather loudly that there isn't any power.

"Dear!! The lights have gone out! Is everything alright?"

Funny how he could create the contraptions necessary to power the Temen-Ni-Gru, but simple electricity puzzles him. Ah, oh well. He could easily provide a bit of light with a bit of magic. He was quite good at that, and he does well to emulate a bit of light for him and his S/O to walk around the house if he wasn't too busy with reading or doing anything else the moment the power went out. His main priority is his partner and after seeking them out, he's making sure that they're alright and taken care of. Upon finding them, he'll snake his arms around their trunk before pulling them close to himself.

"That didn't scare you did it?", he'd ask as he smirks into the back of their head, pressing a kiss to their hair as he takes a gander at the state of their abode.

He's off to check on other things if his beloved is fine and dandy. With a bit of his devil's magic he'd even start on preparing them some tea to enjoy until the power comes back on. Sparda does enjoy using his talents every now and then, showing off his power in these small displays to charm his S/O further even though he's already secured them. It's something that he can't help. He does get a bit more serious if his partner happens to be a bit disturbed by the lack of power. It's almost like a 180, where his lightheartedness is replaced by being more levelheaded and attuned to every little thing from his partner. The pupils of his eyes narrow as he kneels before them, surrendering himself to them as he takes their hands into his own.

"Darling, if there is anything that I can do, you just need to say the word", he says in a sultry tone. He'll bring their hands to his lips as he thumbs over the back of them.

#phonk scribes #your letter has been received #dante x reader #vergil x reader #v x reader #nero x reader #credo x reader #sparda x reader #dmc x reader #dmc imagines #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry x reader #fluff #[ I feel like I don't have a good enough grasp on V and Nero but thrive off of the others... ]#[ I should've included Urizen ]#[ enjoy! ]#[ again... sorry that this is so late hehfdjjsfh ]

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nashdoesstuff · 1 month

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OKAY HI IM RANTING ABOUT MY SHATTERED!DREAM VARIANT BECAUSE I REALLY REALLY LOVE THEM

meet vou! they’re a shattered!dream au which ate their brother’s apple for the good of the multiverse and became the guardian of negativity and positivity.

i made them originally for roleplay purposes, but i think i’ve grown them as a character to the point where i think i can openly speak about them :]

their story starts when dream broke out of stone after their apple incident. they met ink, and the two eventually became friends. they made a few acquaintances and met various friends and foes, but the one that stood out to them was their brother, nightmare. this didn’t seem like the nightmare they knew at one point in time, and they were extremely concerned about how careless he was about their original duties. dream tried and tried to help him work with them to perform the tasks of the negativity guardian, but when the attempts proved to no avail, they ultimately decided to take matters into their own hands.

they snuck into their brother’s castle grounds, where he had been making a farm of new black apples for reasons dream could only guess. after a few guesses as to how they were supposed to take it without turning the apples golden, they strategically picked one and ate it.

the change didn’t come easy to them. they did struggle, but in the end their positive energy leveled the negative energy, causing their SOUL to have a neutral state when at rest. their friend ink was puzzled by the change, but ultimately went with what dream thought was best for them and the world. dream thought of their current name, and changed it to renevou [vou for short], realizing that they weren’t the cheerful kid under the apple tree anymore, and that they were now renewing their brother’s old role, which he had failed to follow.

time passed by, and the both vou and ink grew close and eventually became lovers. they did practically everything together, but then vou’s negativity got the best of them. after a failed mission, they grew so angry that when they and ink returned to the doodle sphere afterwards, he broke out into a destructive spiral, ripping aus apart by tearing down the fragile papers that held them. ink, naturally, hated this and kicked them out, eventually causing them to drift away over time.

vou still regrets this now, even though in their time it happened a few years ago. now, they work alone and made themselves a home in a cottage off in a distant universe. they keep away from making meaningful friendships in fear that they’ll hurt anyone they dare touch.

fun fact time!

they’re english! their entire multiverse is actually based in the united kingdom, so almost everyone’s from there.

they’re a hopeless romantic 💕

they’re genderfluid and use they/he/she pronouns! [they were amab]

vou isn’t necessarily a dangerously hard-working dream au. they actually surprisingly take care of themselves and take days off a lot. they typically don’t allow people to force them to do work they request, and often tells them they can do it themselves if its something simple, like stocking things or basic chores. what they primarily solve is civil conflict and emotional conflict.

their phases of overwhelming negativity and positivity happen when they’re feeling strong feelings of the respective energies or when their surroundings are strongly of either of them. elevated negativity causes them to be more on edge, aggressive, and snappy, whereas elevated positivity can cause them to be dangerously euphoric, dreamy, and unrealistic. both are damaging to vou, but elevated positivity is more harmful [and can be fatal] as their body has a negative form and can’t handle it for extended periods of time.

they really like dresses and feminine things. sometimes they attend galas for fun just to wear them and see the gowns of others.

sometimes people do get scared by their goop but they usually don’t mean harm— they’re actually really sweet and enjoy talking to people and helping them through their problems if the people they’re helping don’t rudely demand for their assistance.

vou’s alignment is neutral-neutral leaning neutral-good.

they’re super chill and will gladly have a conversation with you over tea.

i’ll have a proper character sheet soon i hope, but for now feel free to ask questions— reblogs are highly appreciated because i want people to know about them <3

thanks for reading if you got this far BAHA

#nash talks #nash’s shenanigans #ocs #utmv stuffs!!#my ocs #utmv #utmv oc #dream sans #dream!sans #shattered dream #shattered!dream #sans au #dream au #dream sans variant #renevou!shattered #<- this’ll be their tag when i chatter about them #nashdoesstuff

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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third impressions.

Genre: Crack, slight angst??, romance

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Bangchan is introduced to a new choreography, who he makes a horrible first and second impression on. Is there any way he can recover?

Warnings: Cursing, comical violence/slapstick??, Minho being his iconic self

A/N: This was very fun to write indeed. This is my first Chan fic! Can you believe it?? My bias and I've only just written a fic about him?? Don't worry, there will plenty more to come. And umm, yeah, that's about all I have to say to you guys. I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think <3

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

As a natural planner, Bangchan had never planned or expected things to go oh so terribly wrong.

A few comebacks under the teams' belt had Stray Kids bubbly and excited for the next. As their leader, Chan did well to make sure everyone had their input and contribution to the comeback. There was a lot to prepare for, but that was okay. He had done this plenty of times. Writing lyrics, producing, coming up with the theme of the album, singing the parts, organising the choreo, etc. There was so much to think about. And he did it every time, without fail.

Only this time was different.

"Has everyone gotten a hang of the choreo?"

Your voice echoed off the walls of the practice room after you had gone through the choreography for Stray Kids' new title track.

It was clear that Chan looked at you with interest. He was intrigued by you. Why had Minho brought you to them? It was usually the same choreographers each and every comeback. And here you were, a newbie. It felt kind of off to him. He would of at least wanted to meet you first but now it felt like a confrontation. Making your acquaintance was a goal for him; being the leader meant that building rapport was important.

The members could sense that Chan's brain was going haywire because he was very quiet. It wasn't that anything was wrong. Things just felt like they had fallen out of the same usual routine, and Chan didn't like that.

"How about we take a break?" You said cheerfully, sensing there was some sort of tension, but you couldn't pinpoint who it came from.

The members went to drink some water and stretched their muscles carefully.

Minho splashed water on his face and wiped it over his skin with his palms. He then looked over to Chan, whose eyebrows furrowed with thought.

"What's up with you then?" Minho poked at his side, "don't like the new choreography."

"It's not the choreography" Chan muttered, shaking his head. "It's the choreographer."

"What's wrong with Y/N?" Minho felt slightly defensive, "hey I only choose the best of the best for our team, so if you have a problem then you need to deal with it yourself."

"It's not that," Chan gulped down his water, "I just wished you'd introduced me to them before. I feel like it's awkward without getting to meet someone and work with them closely."

Minho grinned slightly. "Ahh, that's right. You're all politeness." He took another swig of water before sliding the cap on, doing an elegant bottle flip in one swift movement and landing it perfectly. "Go talk to them, then."

"What, now?" Chan exhaled a chuckle and looked at his friend, whose eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Go for it. Say your hellos and whatnot. It gives us a longer break, at least," Minho placed a hand on Chan's back and pushed him towards your direction.

Chan watched you from the other side of the room. You were alone, and he didn't feel that was fair. You were like their special guest, after all. So, after taking a deep breath, he did as Minho said, walking over to you casually.

"Uh, hey," were his first words. He immediately cursed himself. Did he sound dumb? Gosh, why was he overthinking everything?

"Hey," you smiled at him, fiddling with the water bottle in your hands.

"I'm Chan by the way, nice to meet you" he extended a hand for you to shake. Why was he being so formal and rigid? Where was the carefree Chan gone?

You laughed at this, sensing his nervousness. "I know who you are. Nice to meet you though. Officially, at least."

He chuckled at this, gazing at the floor. Why did his cheeks feel warm? And gosh, he couldn't stop smiling, dimples on full display.

"Are you okay with the choreo or did you come over here to tell me you hate it?" You teased playfully, drinking some water for yourself.

"No no nooo no no I like the choreo it's very good very dynamic and.. yeah."

Wow, such a way with words. Chan scolded himself internally.

"Really?" You quirked an eyebrow up. He didn't sound very convincing. "Because you were messing up quite a bit back there," you said gently, hoping he would appreciate your honesty.

"Oh gosh, really?" Chan's heart dropped a bit, discouraged. "Where did I go wrong? Was it the bridge part? I feel like it was then. The footwork there is very quick and it's hard for my body to move like that, I think it'll take some getting used to-"

"Hey don't worry about it," you shook your head and reached out, placing a hand on his forearm to soothe him, "we've only gone through it a couple of times and we've got so much more practice time ahead it's really nothing to worry about."

Chan felt electric shocks spike through him when your skin slid in his. Suddenly he felt a bit dizzy as more warmth rushed to his head.

"Thanks," was all he could let out, looking deep into your eyes. He couldn't believe he could even hold eye contact with you for that long before he tore his eyes away and cleared his throat.

"I should, uh, probably stretch more" he gestured behind him before shuffling away after you withdraw your hand from him.

You licked your dry lips as you watched him stretch his body again. You sincerely hoped you hadn't upset him with what you said.

Chan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The blue and pink lights attached to the wall pulsed like a heartbeat, illuminating his neat, dark room.

It wasn't like Chan to have a crush so quickly. Gosh, he didn't even know you. But the way he acted today... it could only mean one thing. Chan had the feels, indeed. And they weren't going away anytime soon.

He couldn't let the immense awkwardness of today show in tomorrow's practice session, oh no. That would be mortifying.

He needed to loosen up. He needed to just be himself and have a fresh start with you. First impressions weren't everything, and you seemed like the agreeable type, not one to judge so quickly. Chan had a chance, right?

Hope swelled up in his heart. Tomorrow is another day. Let's make it count.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8"

You watched the group work through their routine. It was coming along nicely. They were such quick learners, being quite deep into the game. It was amazing to see their progress since yesterday's session. You watched on with pride.

Each member had learned their individual parts and came together as a group, like pieces of a puzzle, to fit one whole routine that would be sure to make fans fall for them all over again.

The song conclude and they all held their ending poses. There were a few tweaks to be made here and there, but otherwise, you had very little complaints. They truly were amazing.

"Well done everyone," you applauded them and they all did the same, breathing heavily and smiling at one another. "Very clean work, guys. Very good."

Jisung slipped to the floor and Hyunjin followed, spreading himself out like a starfish as they panted. They still started a conversation and ended up chatting away like they usually would.

"There's just a couple of little things. Uh, Jeongin" you gestured for the youngest member to come over near you. "Your dancing is super clean and all your moves are on point. Right before the last chorus ends I want you to make sure you keep your footwork as tight as possible, like this," you demonstrated and he followed on, mimicking your feet. "That's it, perfect. If you remember to do that then the whole routine comes together."

Jeongin nodded along to your feedback and smiled lightly, thanking you for your help.

"And Chan," you tip-toed your way over to the leader, who had just caught his breath, "this is just me nit-picking but-"

You made his way over to him as he watched you with interest. You circled around him and caught his hand in yours.

"When you spin around at the start, extend your arm more and roll out your hand. Feel the music run through your arm up all the way into your hands, like a wave."

He nodded as he watched you extend his arm with your hands.

"Maybe give it a try now?"

And so he did, going through the steps before the big spin. And when he spun, his arm extended bluntly and in a rough manner, and as you saw this, a hand came flying your way and collided with your face.

"Oh shit!"

The other members who weren't paying attention at the time turned around to see what had happened. Felix and Minho glided over to you in concern.

You held the side of your head and held back the tears that gathered at the bottom of your eyes.

"I'm okay it's absolutely fine don't worry," you said loudly to Chan trying to reassure him so wouldn't have a meltdown. But he was panicking.

"Are you okay?" Felix placed a hand on your lower back and tried to comfort you the best he could whilst Minho went to get a staff member.

Soon you were sent to a separate room. You were given an ice pack to put in your face, which seemed to numb the pain a bit. The other members left you alone as they didn't want to disturb your peace and wanted you to rest.

Chan was freaking out in the practice room.

"Well, I didn't think you were going hit them, not gonna lie" Minho joked to Chan who had a guilt-stricken look on his face.

"I'm going to hell" Chan rubbed his temples "I fucking hit them in the face. Of course, I did. That's what any normal human being would do."

He paced backwards and forwards and breathed heavily. The other members began to be affected by this.

"Wait... so you meant to hit them in the face?"

Jisung asked, clearly confused. He was only half aware of what was going on at the time.

"Of course I didn't I was being sarcastic!" Chan exclaimed before going back to pacing.

"Chan, this is a perfect situation for you" Minho commented, settling down on the floor, cross-legged, a satisfied smile on his face as an idea formed in his head.

Chan stopped walking up and down and looked at his friend like he was an alien.

"How on earth is this a 'perfect' situation?"

"Well, if I have to spell it out for you..." Minho trailed off teasingly before getting back to the point, "you can use this as a good opportunity to have a good laugh. Make a joke out of it. Be your charming self and woo them over."

"'Woo them over'" Hyunjin snorted at Minho's phrasing, finding it hilarious.

"Do you wanna be punched in the face too?" Minho turned to Hyunjin who immediately shut up.

Chan couldn't believe he was actually considering Minho's crazy idea. I mean, really, what had he got to lose now?

You heard a gentle knock at the door, already sensing the presence of guilt from the other side.

"Come in~" you chimed in a sing-song voice.

The door revealed, as expected, Bangchan. He had a stiff, awkward smile that lay on his features as he settled down in a seat next to you, closing the door behind him as you did so.

"I... didn't realise you'd fall for me that quickly."

You erupted in a fit of laughter at his cheesy pick-up line, taken aback by his joke. Suddenly, all of his nerves seemed to disappear all at once. Your laughter was music to his eyes, quite literally.

"That was smooth" you commented with a grin, eyes sparkling as you stared over at him. You loved the way his shoulders lowered a bit more, becoming more relaxed as he sensed your cheery mood.

"How are you?" He winced slightly as he asked the question, hoping you weren't in too much pain.

"I'm fine, Chan, really" you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" he bit his lip nervously. You didn't want to mood to lower any more than it needed to be.

"Don't be sorry, it wasn't even entirely your fault" you shrugged. "I stood way too close to you when you were trying to do the move. It was more my fault than anything."

Chan shook his head, wanting to take responsibility. But you were right. You were standing really close to him. And by the time he realised that, he then came to realise how close you were to each other now, here, in a small room with no one else around.

He cleared his throat and grinned slightly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

"Well, that's very sweet of you to say," Chan's eyes glittered as he dove right back into yours. You lowered the ice pack you had held up to your head all this time, staring intensely into his eyes. You felt dizzy, and you didn't know whether it was the ache in your head or the ache in your heart this man made you feel.

The was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkwardness. Rather, the room was filled with thick tension as you both remained eye contact, leaning closer and closer and closer.

Until your lips collided, rougher than Chan would've liked for someone he had just accidentally hit. But hey, if you liked it rough, he was going for it. Your lips moved in perfect synchronisation with his, finding a rhythm almost immediately as you began to explore each other's mouths.

It was like choreography, this kiss; a dance of passion and tension and everything in between, improvised and executed in the most perfect way possible.

Chan slipped a hand on your thigh as you reached for his hair, weaving your fingers through his hair as you groaned into the kiss slightly.

That's when you both pulled away slowly, looking intensely into each other's eyes. A smile played on both of your lips, mischief and passion sparkling through your veins as you both caught your breath.

First impressions were overrated. Second impressions, too. As it turns out, it was the third impression that counted the most.

Chan seemed to find that out in the best way possible.

tags: @hanstan127, @iamgodandthisismyreality, @cutiepiebangchan, @hakunamatatayah, @strawberrysandwitch

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bestfriend491 · 11 months

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I saw your post abt ramonda's drabble and headcannons so can I ask one of her being jealous and possessive over reader?

It's completely okay if u don't want to do it tho :)

"You're jealous! "

Headcannons / Drabbles

When she's jealous or possessive.

Ramonda

If the question is if Ramonda gets jealous of others getting too comfortable around you, the answer is definitely yes.

Though she hates to admit it, when she sees someone getting a bit too close to you, her entire body language changes and it puts her in a less happy mood.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, she just doesn’t trust others to stay respectful.

Factoring that in with the fact that you are extremely beautiful, she can’t keep her guard down for too long.

She usually tries to avoid showing any jealousy in public. Her title as queen has taught her a thing or two about keeping a good reputation.

This has helped her learn how to act naturally in moments of jealousy, but sometimes she slips up and it's clear to anyone passing by.(especially to the people who cause the jealousy.)

She tries not to be physically possessive but her eyes tend to tell a completely different tale when waves of jealousy come passing through her.

You like to poke fun at her in moments like those, especially when it's at an event.

Ramonda stood in the corner of the room that held many country representatives. Though her main job for the event was to make acquaintances with other nations’ leaders, her mind was preoccupied with a completely different task.

She scooted and shifted when people blocked the view of her one focus for the night.

You.

Or, more specifically the woman next to you.

Ramonda had temporarily named her “Roaming Eyes”. Not bothering to get her real name or the country she represented.

It was the most appropriate name considering the way her eyes were looking at every part of your body but your face.

The two of you had been talking for the past 20 minutes, and Ramonda hadn’t looked away not even once.

She had her suspicions about the woman's intentions from the moment she caught a glimpse of what she was sure was a glare from the woman when you had both introduced yourselves to her together.

Now she watched the woman do exactly what she thought she would. Check-out what was hers.

After another 10 minutes, she was still so distracted watching Roaming Eyes. She didn’t realise that you were no longer standing next to her.

Instead you were quickly approaching Ramonda, an embarrassed smile placed across your face as you passed by the other people in the room. When you got to her again you cleared your throat.

“Ehem. My love.” you whispered.

“Yes?”

She still looked at the woman on the opposite side of the room.

“Ramonda. Can you please listen to me?”

She hesitantly obliged, turning her head and facing you. Her face softened instantly, but a few tension lines still sat on her forehead. Her eyes were still on the mysterious woman.

“Ramonda, we’re here to make Wakanda allies, not enemies. Now is not the time to have one of your jealous episodes.”

“I’m not jealous!” she dismissed your claims. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

In any other moment her protectiveness would have been endearing.

Ignoring her denial you spoke into her ear, "My love, your eyes are telling a completely different story.”

She huffed, “Okay, maybe I am.”

“Care to tell me why?"

"Because she was clearly all over you, that's why."

You did your best in stifling a laugh, but your queen was quick to notice.

"She was almost undressing you with her eyes!" she continued to reason.

"It's her first time at one of these events, Ramonda. She's young. She lacks experience. Of course her eyes would wander where they should not, my love." you held on to her arm, for reassurance.

"Does my word mean so little to you?"

"Of course not. It's not you who I'm wary of." she emphasised. “I don’t trust her and those wandering eyes.”

“Well, I’m not asking you to trust her. She’s a stranger. I’m telling you to trust me. Your wife.”

She breathed out, placing her hand on top of yours that sat on her arm.

“Fine.”

"Good. Now, stop looking at her like that. You're gonna cause a scene."

#queen ramonda x reader #ramonda #queen ramonda fluff #queen ramonda x female reader #queen ramonda #Ramonda headcannons #ramonda drabbles #thoughts that might turn into stories #x female reader #x reader insert #x black reader #black panther fics

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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Hi, I noticed that orders are open so it's not too much trouble, can I order headcanons of Silver, Sebek, Trey and Jack x (Fem) Reader. Where she liked to sing a lot but due to an accident (maybe an overblot) she lost her voice forever.

She looks depressed and doesn't want to do anything. How would her partner cheer her up?

Take your time and no pressure. I love your twst headcanons! 🌌✨🌠💐✍️

Hi, thank you for the ask!

Silver, Sebek, Trey, Jack x fem!reader who lost her voice

Silver

He probably knew you before you lost your voice, and because of that he really knows how hard it must've been after that accident. You used to love singing, but now even listening to music gets you anxious

To counter this somehow, he looks into ancient fae spells and magic to see if there is perhaps a cure to this. If it's not a magical curse but a physical harm that was done to you, he'll look for any medical professionals that might know how to help. He might not have the means of getting to medical assistance quickly, but he'll still look because he doesn't want to see you upset anymore

He'll take you out on walks, let you sit with him as you two watch animals run around (mostly the school squirrels), and you two share those quiet moments a lot. He would love to waltz with you again but knowing your sensitivity to music, he stops himself every time he wants to ask.

He'll slowly reintroduce music into your life though, either by humming a bit to himself or if your own passion for music turns you from a vocal professional to an instrumental one. Perhaps then you two can waltz again

Sebek

He knew you after you lost your voice. Before that, you two would argue often about really anything. Sometimes it was the fact that he called everyone "human" or it was that you would take up two seats in the library because of your bag. You two were somewhat acquainted, but he really got to know you after the accident

You were saddened, shattered, completely miserable after you found out you couldn't speak. You couldn't sing. Some thought it would be okay to make fun of you for this, and while you tried to motion them away, Sebek was the one that came in to stop them with his words

He ended up being your biggest supporter, telling you that he would find a way to somehow get you back to how you were before. If he fails, Sebek tells you (though he says he can't fail) that you are still you and that's what matters

You two end up really close because of his actions. Sebek likely had a crush on you since you two were first getting to know each other, the question now is if you will reciprocate those feelings.

Trey

Trey always found you to be the voice of reason to Riddle's wrath. You were also the best singer he knew, which was something Vil also pointed out. He loved you for who you were but also your passion in music. However, when you lost your voice, he felt his heart ache when he saw how upset you were

He tried to brighten your mood with surprise pastries from time to time, and while you did smile and mouth "thank you," you still held sadness in your eyes. Trey asks Riddle how to undo the curse, and while Riddle says there isn't a way, Trey doesn't believe it.

He has no problem understanding you even without your voice. He tries to act as though you never lost your voice to begin with, which is helpful in a sense that he doesn't see you as any different now as then. But he knows that he could be doing more to help you

Similar to Sebek, he will shield you from verbal attacks. He knows that you can be strong, but when you can't mouth off the bullies he steps in. It might be the first time you ever hear him swear to start with

Jack

He loved hearing you sing. In fact, that was the first reason why he approached you one day at the botanical garden. He was super shy, but you two ended up liking each other a lot after that first meeting. You soon started dating him, and you even wrote songs for him from time to time. All was well until you lost your voice

The first thing you were worried about was if you and Jack weren't going to be together anymore. You knew that he loved your voice, and you couldn't stand to think that an aspect of you, the thing that you felt was your entire life, was gone. But he tells you to never think that way. Jack looks at you dead in the eyes and says that no matter what happens to you, you will always be yourself and he loves you for that

You two might end up learning sign language together, or, because of how well he knows you, the two of you can communicate without words. He will still look for ways to reverse the curse but until then he tries his best to go back to normal.

If he finds that you're sensitive to music, he will keep you away from it. He will slowly introduce it back to you when the time comes, but your mental wellbeing comes first to him. Also no student should cross him, he will defend you with his life and honestly who would want to get into a fight with someone as strong as Jack

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jjellysoo · 1 month

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what are your headcanons for xs? im starving for content too sksld so i wanna know your thoughts/headcanons on them!

Hi, thank you for the ask!! >:)

Not many general headcanons make it into my work because I tend to write about specific concepts, so this was fun!

I love all interpretations of the XS timeline, but I don't think they were together during the story's canon. Post-canon and I can see an argument for the TYL arc. Extremely dubious on anything pre-cradle affair.

Xanxus is absolutely the jealous type, but he won't address it in a practical way. He's known to cling to his possessions, right?

On that note - Dino, count your days.

Xanxus is very much into Squalo's hair. If he can touch it, he will, whether that's a pleasant touch or not.

Besta likes Squalo the most after Xanxus himself, and will try to smother him and kiss him, which Xanxus ignores like he's getting paid for it.

It's a private relationship, for several reasons. Not many people know about it, and if they do, they're not going to comment on it lest they want to part ways with their face.

Except for Luss, of course, who bombards Squalo with dumb questions when they have downtime, none of which are answered. That 101 battles was ROUGH.

No pet names other than the usual insults that probablyyy count as pet names. But don't tell them I said that.

Xanxus runs warm because of his flame (why he can run around half shirtless), and Squalo runs cold (why he wears fur and coats and earmuffs all the time!) The ideal temperature equilibrium for cuddling.

This is canon, but Xanxus is overall calmer when Squalo is around HQ.

Squalo finds Xanxus' scars attractive as they relate to his rage, but he wouldn't mention it because of the sore topic. If Xanxus ever lost control over his scars in a sexual context, well....

Squalo has had feelings for Xanxus since the beginning. He must've been pretty convinced things were going to work out, huh? When you know you know etc. etc.

Xanxus has some Avengers level threat internalized homophobia. His whole complex is over being heir to the Vongola, and part of that role is having a family and children, so being with a man would be really hard for him to comes to terms with. Also, the stereotypes of gay men that he'd be acquainted with go against the persona he's made for himself.

In effect, it's really hard for him to be openly affectionate. Queue glass throwing and hair pulling.

SAME TANGENT because I see this way too much but these two could not be a casual FWB situation given Xanxus' complex.

Okay so this is based on the inheritance ceremony where Timoteo is a little bitch to Squalo for no reason. THOSE TWO BEEF LIKE CRAZY IN THE MOST PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE "IN LAWS" WAY POSSIBLE. Squalo obviously dislikes him because he ruined Xanxus' life and is dismissive of the Varia as a whole, Timoteo dislikes him because he thinks he's trying to get with his son and go against what a right hand man is supposed to be.

If there's one thing that's going to fluster (fluster!?) Varia Captain and Sword Emperor Superbia Squalo, it's going to be Xanxus. Squalo never expected to get this far, so when he spends his life in respectful admiration and is suddenly getting bombarded with what would otherwise be normal couple behavior, he doesn't know what to do.

Xanxus pretends to be unaware of the effect he has, but definitely knows and extorts it because it's cute

I'm not kidding when I say I have more than this, but that's where I'm cutting it off for today. Hope this feeds you well enough, for now, anon! :D

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #xanxus #squalo superbi #headcanons #ship headcanons #ask #hcs #xanxus x squalo #khr xs #khr headcanons

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pardi-real · 1 month

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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 17 - Reliable Butlers

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~ A while later ~

We were done trying on wedding outfits, so we left the store and walked through the streets.

Before that… I tried on the outfits picked by the 4 of them, including Muu. All the outfits were wonderful… Just being able to try them on made me feel good, but most of all, I was happy to be complimented.

Flure: "My lord, you seem quite happy, don't you?"

> “Huh? D-do I?” > (Did it show on my face…?)

Miyaji: "It's good to see you enjoying yourself."

Lato: "Kufufu. I'll make sure you have even more fun."

> "Thank you, everyone"

Lato: "But still... This trip seems to be peaceful, huh…"

Flure: "What do you mean by that all of a sudden, Lato."

Lato: "We were requested to be the noble's escorts… Not only that the nobles aren't attacked by thieves or citizens... There haven't been any angel attacks either. Spending time with my lord is enjoyable, but... Thinking about standing still again from tomorrow makes me depressed out of boredom."

Muu: "He seemed so happy just a moment ago... It's really sudden."

Flure: "Lato has these moments occasionally. Suddenly changing the topic... Confusing everyone."

Lato: "Sigh... Wouldn't it be nice if one or two angels attacked..."

Miyaji: "Lato. You shouldn't say things like that too often. Many people have lost families and acquaintances from angel attacks. You never know who might be listening to your words."

Lato: "Hmm... But I just want to destroy angels, you know? Of course, I genuinely want a life-or-death battle with angels... I'm not going to pretend I don't. It's my duty to destroy angels, after all. Those who have suffered... Wouldn't they be happy if I defeated the angels? Personally... I don't particularly want the angels to rampage and erase humans as they please... I haven't said anything to the contrary, have I?"

Miyaji: "I see. Lato, I understand what you're trying to say. You interpreted it that way from my statement. However... Perceptions vary depending on the listener. So... even if you have no ill intentions... It's better not to say things that might hurt someone. Especially because it might backfire on you. I know you don't intend to hurt anyone... But those who don't know much about you... might not interpret it that way."

Lato: "Prof. Miyaji... Understood. If Prof. Miyaji says so, I won't say it."

Miyaji: "Thank you, Lato."

Flure: "This exchange... Feels like we've done it thousands of times already..."

Muu: "Th-Thousands of times...?"

Lato: "Hmm... It does feel like I've heard this before."

Muu: "I-I see... So you've been warned before."

Flure: "Sigh... Lato has no interest in anyone other than those around him... He doesn't fully understand Prof. Miyaji's words. It's a different story if it concerns avoiding harm to you, my lord... or for Prof. Miyaji's sake, though…”

> "Well, that's just how Lato is"

Flure: “My lord... You seem to be less surprised by Lato's words and actions by now. Well, it's only natural after being together for over a year."

Buzz—! Buzz—!

> "Huh!?"

Miyaji: "...!! This alarm is...!"

Flure: "C-Could it be an angel alarm!?"

Lato: "Prof. Miyaji. Can I go hunting?"

Miyaji: "Yeah. But we'll go with you."

Lato: "My lord. Please release my power."

Flure: "M-me too...! Please, my lord!"

> "Understood."

‘Come forth, allies of the Covenant. I summon thee.' 'By the pact with the demon, release the power of Flure and Lato.'

Flure: "Thank you, my lord. Lato. Where did the angel appear?"

Lato: "I hear screams coming from the west. It sounds like people are fleeing."

Flure: "To the west... Let's go, Lato...!"

Tap tap tap

Flure: "Hey, Lato...! Sigh... He's acting on his own again!"

Miyaji: "Flure. Let's follow Lato. My lord and Muu, stay close to me."

> "Okay”

Muu: “Y-yes!”

[Tisailles, Town's West Area]

Tap tap tap

Flure: "There he is! It's Lato!"

When we caught up... Lato was in the midst of fighting an angel. That said... the angel's wings were already broken, and it was lying on the ground. And Lato, with his foot on the angel's back, threw the dagger he held... towards the angel's body.

Angel: "............"

Lato: "Hff... hff... Fufu… fufufu…. It was quite a swift angel. I enjoyed it."

Miyaji: "He defeated it before we arrived... Lato is truly amazing."

> "I'm glad he's safe..."

Miyaji: "Yeah, me too."

At that moment, when we were relieved.

Angel: "............"

From an alley behind Lato... another angel flew towards him at a rapid speed. I immediately shouted to warn Lato.

> "W-watch out...!" > “Lato…!”

Miyaji: "Lato...!"

Whoosh... Thud...!

Almost simultaneously with our shouts... an arrow pierced the angel's wing. The angel lost balance... and crashed into a building wall, passing by Lato. The arrow that was released was shot by Flure, who was right behind me.

> "Flure...!"

Flure: "Lato...! Now!"

Lato: "Yes, I got it...!"

Shunk...!

Angel: " ‘D-die… f-for… for…’ ‘............’ "

Lato: "Hm…… I didn't expect there were two... I was a little too careless."

Flure: "Phew... that was close."

> "Flure! That was amazing!"

Flure: "M-my lord... Thank you."

Muu: "Flure's shot! It was amazing! Shooting down the angel's wings that flew at such a high speed in an instant!"

Flure: "I'm really glad it hit..."

Miyaji: "If it weren't for Flure's arrow... I don't know what would have happened. It was a good decision. Amazing, Flure."

Flure: "P-prof. Miyaji too..."

Lato: "Kufufu... to think that Flure saved me this time... We've been together for quite a while, but perhaps this is the first time?"

Flure: "Maybe… yes."

Lato: "Flure's reliability is evident even in situations like this. Truly... you've grown stronger, Flure."

Flure: "Lato..."

Miyaji: "Let's inform everyone about Flure's heroic deed today."

Flure: "N-no... You don't have to."

Miyaji: "There's no need to be modest. You saved a comrade from an angel's danger. It's something to be proud of and... praised. I want everyone to know about your growth and abilities."

Flure: "P-Prof. Miyaji..."

Miyaji: “Don't you agree, my lord?"

> “Yes!" > "Flure, you were amazing!"

Flure: "My lord... Thank you… very much. Fufu… I'm glad I continued practicing archery."

As Flure spoke with such joy, his eyes glistened with tears. We observed him warmly in that moment. And thus, the journey in Tisailles came to a close.

note: edited Flure's dialogue because I misunderstood that line

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#*aknk #honeymoon knight

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goodfornothingstar · 29 days

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My take on Jegulus as someone who has been there and done that ( As a Sirius Black supporter)

Warning for the lovers of the ship to stay away because I don't have particularly positive opinion.....

So most stories make it seem as such a big forbidden love story. As these two as the idol lion and snake falling in love during times of war. And to make it seem more Romio juliet type, Sirius is shown as the guy who opposes him the most.

Now truthfully we don't know the exact state in which the black boys were brought up so everything is conjecture but we are sure that there was atleast emotional abuse to make a 16 year old to take such drastic actions.

And okay i can sympathise towards the teen Regulus that he didn't know any better or thought himself to be right. But in some way he was part of the family who made Sirius feel that leaving is a better option.

We know from canon that this man didn't let 12 years with Dementors completely break him. He had a strength to him even after being so so wronged by the side he was fighting for that the likes of Remus spineless lupin can never match.

So how can anyone believe even for a second that had Sirius had even a tiniest belief that Regulus could be helped he wouldn't have stayed. To drive the point home i would clear it that I neither believe that either black boy was pressured into joining Voldemort by their parents nor were they physically tortured at the hands of their own parents. This is my head canon. So he would have stayed had regulus been anything but the snobby pampered and secure kid. Similar to Draco Malfoy.

And i know there is no comparison but imagine that Harry was not physically abused at the hands of Dursleys. Just the typical emotional and psychological abuse. Now imagine a senorio in which either Ron Or Hermione went and fell in love with Dudley. .... Yeah that is the crude version of jegulus to it's core.

Because the only difference these two will be that Dudley was 1) Harrys cousin and not his brother 2) Dudley doesnt fall into beauty standard of the fandom 3) Dudley was not a wizard.

Because just like Regulus, Dudley too has a redemption ark in the books. He understood things to a certain extent, not fully mind you, which is very similar to Regulus.

Jegulus can be palatable if the ark is somewhat of black brother reconciliation first and then James and regulus becoming acquaintance then friends and then something more because anything else is really a betrayal to the highest trust and devotion Sirius has given to James.

Now most stories i have read in my stupid phase where i could stomach that thing was James going behind Sirius' back. Seeking Regulus out when he feels defeated for yet again being rejected by Lily Evans and finding solace in the arms of this guy while Sirius and Remus are having background drama because of the shack incident and thier own *blech* sexual tension.

I cannot express how much wolfstar i had to suffer just for reading Jegulus. I mean i hate Wolfstar with a passion. I cannot stand it but i did because I was going through this phase of jegulus. Obviously Sirius Black deserves better than Lupin.

All in all writers there are so great that they make you really hate Sirius for being against this relationship. Either he is the villian Or he is the road bump in their great love saga.

I mean i don't know where this thought came from making Sirius the problem behind everything in marauders era fictions. Yes he was a troubled kid, but aren't we all. Don't tell me that you had all your shits together by 21 years of age.

Jegulus for me is like a movie I have seen as a kid about fairies and princesses thta at the time I enjoyed the most as a child but now I find them ridiculous and laugh at my own younger self for ever finding fun in it.

But I guess that is what it means to grow up.

Alos as an end note Peter pettigrew is nothing but a tiny non existent character there. Even in alternative universe. So we know that that section of the fandom will remove anyone who hasn't got looks to support. I mean yes we all hate him, he did the worst thing but his importance is so so much more to Harry Potter than Remus Lupin's.

I mean James birthed him, Sirius is his support and family and motivation. Peter is the reason behind harrys eternal suffering but even if you remove Remus Lupin fron the story nothing significant will change.

If we remove James there will be no Harry. If we remove Sirius there will be 2 less books atleast. If we remove Peter then Harry would never reach his prophesied destiny. The only role Lupin plays is making sure Peter becomes an animagus along with the other two. But with how much Sirius and James were valedictorian level kids, they might have done it without the need to help their wolfy friend.

If anyone deserve this treatment it is obviously Remus Lupin because he has so less impact on people's life that it won't matter if he is just deleted.

#J*gulus #anti jegulus #remus lupin critical #jegulus critical #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew

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natsaffection · 1 year

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Can I kindly request that you write a fic where Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her? Then ofc Wanda willingly went with Nat and they did unholy things. 🤭 Something like that movie - Pretty Woman. Then Wanda gets to be spoiled by Nat. 👉👈🥺

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: oral ( w receiving), fingering (w receiving), begging

Word count: 1564

pairing: Natasha x stripper!Wanda

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Natasha was on her way home from work. She tapped impatiently on the edge of her steering wheel as she stopped at a traffic light.

She had so much pressure right now. Every single person in her company was now counting on her. She wasn't afraid to make mistakes, no, but the pressure to be the best was too much. She was so engrossed in thought that Natasha didn't even notice her phone ringing until she answered it,

"What!"

"Oh wow, hello to you too..That bad?"

"Don't even ask."

"Okay, then it's the best moment. I have a date at 365, do you want to come?" Natasha batted an eyelash, "365? Isn't that that strip club on fifth?"

"Yup..So what do you say?" Natasha had to grin. Going to a kinky whorehouse? That's a new one. "Count me in."

Natasha's ears were literally blasted with bass, with to much taking and drunk people. It was definitely getting too fast and too much for her liking.

"That was a mistake." Natasha and Maria sat at the bar, "Oh come on..look around! Have some fun Tash..." Natasha just had to roll her eyes, "Fun? I'm not getting screwed here, okay? The money that's going down here-" She lost her words when she saw an..employee. She took in every single look. Everyone. Everyone was looking at this one woman. Maria looked over at her partner and follows her gaze and smirked, "Ha..There she is." Natasha looked frantically at Maria, "You know her? Is she your date?" Maria couldn't help but laugh, "You should have seen your face!!!"

"What, so you don't know her?" Maria got herself back in, "No..But she has a reputation here, I mean look at her..She's fantastic.."

Fantastic..yeah she is. Natasha thought to herself. She gulped down the second champagne..She couldn't be distracted by some slut. She had enough to do.

After a while, Maria's acquaintance came and dragged her away. Now Natasha sat alone at the bar and was ready to leave when someone sat down with her.

"Hey you~"

Natasha's fuse was blown. Now she's also going to be attacked by someone-

"I'm not for-" There she is again. The beauty from earlier.

"Hey..." Natasha pushed her glass aside and the younger woman approached her hand to the other, "plans for tonight?" Natasha looked the other in the eye. She was so young? What is she doing here?

"Tell me, how old are you?"

"How old do you want me to be?" Of course. The given sentences. As always. "My name is Wanda. Shall we go in the back?" Natasha caught herself again and got up to pack, "Nice to meet you..Wanda. But thank you. Have a pleasant night."

Natasha left without looking back and still caught the other woman muttering something, but Natasha couldn't hear it anymore. She was about to go out when she looked back and saw Wanda with a guy who was way too old for her.

She tried to hold back, but couldn't and went back to it, "Excuse me, but I have a..meeting with her." The man looked at Natasha and immediately understood her cold look. He left with a clearing of his throat, leaving the two women alone.

Wanda pretends nothing happened, "W-Well..there she is.."

"Does the offer still stand?"

Wanda smiled softly and took Natasha's hand to lead them both to the back. Once they arrived, Wanda pushed her companion backwards and sat on her lap. "So what are you going to do..."

"Talking."

Wanda and Natasha were surprised at the statement. Natasha even more so. She wants to talk? She talks enough in one day..Wanda, however, was fed up. She had to bring in money. So she got up and was about to leave when she felt a hand around her wrist and was pulled back.

"Hey, I'm not too happy about this as you are, understand? I'd have better things to do than to get into it with a-" Wanda knew this behavior, "A slut to-"

"Wow, Hey! Did- Did you just interrupt me?" Her tone was so intense that Wanda's memory lingered, "I'm sorry..." Wanda knew people like her and knew what they wanted to hear.

"That's better. Now talk." Wanda was a bit intimidated by the other woman, after all.

Natasha understood this and reached into her pants pocket to throw her money bag on the table.

"There's five hundred dollars in there. It's yours if you start talking, now."

Wanda was baffled, why would a strange woman want to give her money for talking? In a fucking strip club!

"What do you want to know?!" She half shouted out loud.

"How much do you make here?" Natasha had a plan. Wanda looked down nervously, as Natasha kept a finger roaming on her thigh the whole time. "A hundred dollars." Natasha continued to look at her, "Per day? That's-"

"Per hour..." Wanda interrupted the other woman again and Natasha had to nod, "One hundred dollars an hour. That's quite a bit..." Wanda had to laugh at that, "If things ever go well..." Wanda was uncomfortable because she knew what Natasha must think about her.

"Hey, you don't have to be uncomfortable, okay? I'd rather see you with me than with any kinky men out there. Even if it's just talking." Wanda couldn't agree more. She had been doing the job here for six months and had gotten used to it by now, but she still finds it more comfortable with a woman.

"What's on your mind?" She now asks the younger woman and Wanda held back, "Well..you..you're so caring..that's new." caring? Natasha is everything, but definitely not that.

"What makes you say that? You don't even know my name."

"I just know the one sitting under me-" Wanda interrupts herself, knowing how that must sound, and a little later she found herself spinning and now underneath Natasha. "You think it's better that way?" Despite the serious tone, she had gently put the younger woman down and Wanda found herself smiling, "Maybe..." Despite all this, she had to fulfill her quotas today, so away with the thoughts and hello pleasure.

Thus, Wanda lay down more relaxed and further behind on the bed, and Natasha understood immediately. "Wanda..that's your name, isn't it? You don't have to do that..." Natasha knew that once she started, she couldn't be stopped. Definitely not today.

"I'm all yours."

And now it's over. Natasha fell over her and attacked her neck. Natasha's grip on Wandas waist tightened and her controlling movements on Wanda's body quickened. "Fuck." She could feel her underwear slowly getting soaked through her clothes.

Natasha was now right on top of her, watching every single reaction from the other woman. "You're so beautiful, you know that? You don't belong here.." Natasha's hand lowered, her lips still glued to Wanda's neck, She unbuttoned her jeans and opened them. Her hand roamed over the fabric of the jeans and underwear.

Natasha kept at her multitasking and slid her hand further down, her middle and ring fingers stopping at Wanda's clit and gently pressing on it, making her gasp again. Natasha began to move her fingers and smiled at the way Wanda opened her legs wider to allow her greater space. Her pussy was already wet, though Natasha hadn't even begun...She let out a little whimper as Natasha's fingers touched the sore spot each time. "G-God please!!!" Natasha just laughed, “Natasha is enough too and..don't be so impatient, detka..”

Natasha now continued down to her knees herself. Wanda looked down at her and Natasha stuck out her tongue and placed a single kiss, on her clit. Wanda's immediate reaction was to close her legs, but Natasha's grip on her thighs, prevented her from doing so, "N-Natasha- fuck...pleaseee!"

Her hips began grinding with her synchronized movements, so Natasha was barely a moment away from her. Natasha's own moans sent vibrations through Wanda's entire body, "Hah! Nat-a, I'm-" And with those words everything stopped, "N-No! Why did you stop-" The words were cut off by her slender fingers disappearing into Wanda's pussy and slowly penetrating.

"You know, Wanda.. I'm not going to stop so easily once I start." And she rams into her. Natasha didn't care if the rooms were soundproof or not. She needed this just as much as Wanda did.

Thus Natasha gathered all her pressure into her hand and held Wanda by the back of her shoulders to keep her from sliding too far, "F-fuck, I can't do this!" Natasha had to laugh at the statement,

"You can, now take it."

"O-OhhH!!!" Natasha hammers into her and was able to get close as well, as Wanda's sounds are so fucking intense... "Fuck, I can't get enough of you..." Wanda wanted to agree but couldn't as her thoughts made no sense. "That's right, shit! Come on, show me how good I make you feel...tell me how good I am!"

Wanda's breathing quickened and she gripped the bedsheets to keep from falling completely.

"I- C-Coming..please let me come..!" Natasha breathed into her, "Even manners.." She whispered to herself.

"PLEASE!!!"

Who was Natasha to just refuse such a plea? She gave more pressure and a little later Wanda fell completely over Natashas fingers. "Wow..You needed that, huh?" Wanda tried to calm herself down, "H-How..How did you do that with just your fingers?" She looked to her and saw Natasha take her fingers and licked them clean, "I can do more than that, little one..That was just a taste..”

Maybe a part 2?

#natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanov smut #wanda maximoff #Wanda #wanda smut #wandanat

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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Eleven

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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Professor Dantlion looked like an average demon; he was usually cheerful, friendly. Very human like with his plain brown hair and eyes, though you couldn't miss the dark horns either. You felt he was rather approachable, and had helped you out on various occasions including the Harvest Festival.

But there always seemed to be a… dark aura just hanging around him. You had heard through the grapevine he was a trickster and deceiver, and was warned by many to stay on your toes around him.

Which was why you were rather wary when he appeared in the library with the sole purpose to talk to you. Part of you feared that your… incident with the Creeping Sleep (where the demon himself had to take over your duties unexpectedly) had not been so easily forgiven as you had thought.

“I had a meeting with Lord Sullivan,” He started after the formalities of inviting him into your cozy office “And it seems you were never actually initiated as Babyls Faculty."

You blinked, confused. Sullivan hadn’t mentioned anything about being ‘initated’ when he announced he went through your role as Librarian. Granted he didn't explain a lot of things.

What would an 'initiation' even entail? Especially since you were now acquainted with most of the staff and their roles. Hell, you were firmly rooted in your own role now.

Or… or was this some kind of hazing trick? Like an initiation to a fraternity or something. But… demonic.

"Oh, don’t worry!” He tried to reassure, seeing your face pale. “We’re not as archaic as Jackapo’s initiations. No blood rituals or life-or-death fights.”

“Oh, okay,” You squeaked. Your thoughts hadn’t even drifted towards it being that dark or gruesome.

“I know you’re not technically a teacher," He continued with a faint smile. "But Lord Sullivan asked for me to be your supervisor, so we’ll be taking you out to the Brawl Inn tonight for your initiation ceremony.”

“Wait, what?"

--+--

"It’ll be fun, sweetheart,” Sullivan tried to reassure you when you ran to his office after Dali left the library. Usually, you try to stay away as to not draw attention to the nepotism. However; today you felt the overwhelming need to talk to your adopted father face-to-face. "The initiation ceremony is mainly just… a formality. Really, the staff use it as an excuse to party."

You however, were not reassured. You continued to pace the span of his office, heart thrumming in your chest as thoughts and memories clashed in your mind. “Fun? I-I’ve never had fun at any after work gathering in my life." So many work parties that left you full of regrets as you pressured into partying a little too hard. Making reckless decisions thanks to the liquor that had flowed far too plentiful.

It led you to be highly wary of such social interactions. Or, truthfully, it made you want to avoid them like the plague.

"All my coworkers are demons while I am human, or have you forgotten?! Then you add alcohol into the mix which can only spell certain disaster!" You continued, hoping to convince Sullivan to find a way for you to get out of this. This was such a bad, bad idea. "I still can’t remember much from that one drink at Walter Park! And that was one! With just Balam and Kalego! God, what if Raim and Momonoki finally corner me for girl talk?”

“There’s no need for such language,” Sullivan chimed, sounding vaguely disapproving - though you didn’t really hear him, too lost in your panicked thoughts.

“What if my drunk ass admits everything? Can you imagine how bad that could end! And I don't mean just my feelings for Balam, I mean everything, dad! The fact I’m human, or that Iruma’s human! It could not only end with my death, but his too, and–"

Sullivan stopped your frantic pacing with a gentle hand on your shoulder, his dark eyes meeting yours from behind his glasses.

"Nothing is going to happen, my dear. You’ll be safe," He reassured softly. "I not only trust you, but the other staff as well. You’ll see how devoted the teachers are, and the fact that Dali accepted you as one of his own without argument proves that he believes you are worth this honor.”

You took a few deep breaths; hoping, wishing what he said was true. Sullivan knew them best, he knew what was at stake. You could trust him on this at least, right?

But… all the mistakes in the past. Everything that was hanging in the balance…. Could you safely take this risk?

“And I just love it when you call me dad!” Sullivan broke the moment as he quickly pulled you into a hug with a happy squeal. “You really do see me as your father, just like Iruma sees me as his grandfather! Oh, I’m just so happy!"

"Really?” You half-heartedly complained at the sudden change of topic as well as mood, though you didn’t fight the embrace. Sullivan’s open paternal affection would always be something you secretly cherished.

And maybe a change is what you needed.

“Absolutely, my sweet little princess! You two mean so much to me! And I would never, ever, put you in a situation you couldn’t handle."

With a groan, you wrapped your arms around his slender frame and allowed yourself to relax and accept the comfort he offered.

You knew you could trust Sullivan. He would never knowingly put you or Iruma in danger.

Which meant you weren’t getting out of the initiation, no matter how nervous you were. The thought made you press closer to Sullivan, burying your face against his bony shoulder.

If other teachers were going to be there… would Balam be there too? On one hand, the thought comforted you, after all you knew he would protect you.

But you were also worried about… well, everything else that came with being around him now.

--+--

"Kalego!”

“Hmm?" Kalego grunted in acknowledgement as he continued his work. Spending the evening with Balam holed up in the Prep room sounded much more appealing than attending the teachers’ celebration for another successful Harvest Festival.

Calming instrumental music drifted from the radio, and he had found a rather interesting blend of wine to sip on after sharing a decent meal with one of the few people in the Netherworld that didn’t annoy him.

Even if Balam’s interest was focused on you to the point Kalego doubted the other demon realized how much his time was spent either talking to, or about you. But he was such a love-sick hellhound that even Kalego couldn’t be annoyed by his antics. To be honest, it was as adorable as it was pitiful, even to him.

And to be completely fair, he did enjoy seeing his comrade happy. You were rather close to being added to the short list of people Kalego could tolerate.

As soon as he figured out the conundrum that surrounded you and your son. Something about your story didn't seem quite right, and it was more apparent with time that something was distinctly different about you two.

"They're holding her Initiation Ceremony tonight,” Balam explained, furiously typing on the small keyboard of his phone. Kalego didn't need to ask who he was referring to. “At the Brawl Inn! Dali's going to be her supervisor too….”

That caught Kalego’s full attention. Not only did Sullivan relinquish that kind of authority over his precious daughter, but also allowed Dali to oversee your Ceremony? That was surprising…. Kalego had figured the chairdemon would have insisted on having that privilege for himself. But…

“Tonight?” Kalego asked with a frown. “Aren’t the other teachers celebrating the end of the Harvest Festival?"

Balam’s excitement faded, and Kalego could almost see the forlorn expression behind his mask as Balam’s broad shoulders slumped. The larger demon looked up from his phone, his dark eyes pleading. "I know you didn’t want to go, but…”

No, he hadn’t. Kalego hated social events with a passion. And Balam had reluctantly decided to stay with him versus attending the event, mainly because of his own social awkwardness.

But now that Balam knew you would be there, and the fact it would also be your initiation ceremony…

“I suppose we should go then,” He conceded with an aggrieved sigh. “Even if just to protect your future Intended from the rest of the faculty."

The tease caused Balam to blush heavily, far too flustered to even stammer a defense. What Balam saw in you, Kalego couldn’t understand himself. But the fact he was interested in you inherently meant to Kalego you were worth protecting - if even just for Balam’s sake.

Why the demon couldn’t find someone who could protect themself was beyond him. And why you were so weak compared to your father and son, Kalego was determined to figure out.

--+--

Brawl Inn was a small building in the wastelands not far from the town of Babyls. A simple, old-fashioned inn-style building, with even an area for tethering horses.

Or at least, the Netherworld version of horses. You dismounted Podargos, giving the nightmare a loving pat on the muzzle before tying her to the fence where there was fresh water and feed (fresh ground meat and other things you did not wish to think about) already set out by the Inn staff.

Sullivan assured you no matter what state you were in later, Podargos would get you home. And you had to believe him; she always seemed gentle and sure of herself. She was the first you had ridden, and never needed any correction as soon as you told her 'home.'

Still, your nerves twisted your stomach as you stood outside - trying to psych yourself up.

This wasn’t going to be like back in the human realm. Your demonic coworkers were far better than your human ones had been. Oddly enough, they weren’t as vicious or cutthroat, or prone to backstabbing. You vaguely remembered Kalego’s comment that forcing others to drink was against their rules.

You didn’t know if that meant subtle challenges as well or not, but it was still reassuring.

Yet you were unable to open the door and enter. You could hear boisterous talking and laughter coming from inside, reminding you of your past. Being so wrapped up in everything, making bad decisions, feeling so horrible the morning after.

And always the teasing taunts…

Was Balam already here? You had messaged him shortly after leaving Sullivan's office, and had texted him through the remainder of the afternoon and evening. He had offered to escort you, but admitted he was also likely going to have his hands full trying to convince Kalego to attend.

You had reassured him you could manage, sympathizing that he was likely going to have a hard enough time with Kalego. But right now, the thought of him by your side, large hand braced against your back as he reassured you everything would be okay was severely tempting.

The sound of flapping wings pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up in time to see Kalego and Balam arrive. Seeing a demon’s wings was always a shock, considering most of the time they were hidden, and you couldn’t resist a moment to study the two’s own pair. Kalego’s was dark and glossy skin, large yet lithe. They were a pair from a typical legend, whereas Balam's…

Dark green feathers with a span that was nearly as long as he was tall. You knew you had seen them before in the chaos of Walter park, but you hadn’t been able to appreciate them.

Granted, you couldn’t exactly appreciate them now either; because as soon as the two landed, their wings folded back into virtual non-existence.

"You weren’t waiting for us, were you?” Balam asked after greeting you cheerfully by name.

“No, I, um, just got here,” You explained awkwardly. It wasn’t quite a lie, you hoped only a few minutes had passed while you were having a moment.

“Let’s get this over with,” Kalego sighed, pushing past you towards the door. Balam’s arm wrapped around your mid back, providing warmth and safety that you had just been craving. You felt your face flush, but also pressed closer to him, seeking further reassurance.

If he was here, you knew you would be safe.

The chattering you had been hearing suddenly silenced as soon as Kalego had opened the door, making you tense.

The inside of the bar was dark with just a few candles lit to offer a trace amount of light. You pressed closer to Balam’s arm - some instinctual part of you terrified as a robed figure stepped out of the shadows and held out a hand towards you. “Welcome, you who strive to fill the role of the Librarian of Babyls…”

“Must you really be so dramatic?” Kalego growled, interrupting the deep voice. “Seriously, Dali, she’s already worked in the library for a few months."

There was a pout on Dali’s face as he pulled back his hood. "It’s tradition, Kalego. I thought you of all demons would respect that."

"There’s hardly a need for theatrics with this one,” Kalego shot back, gesturing sharply to you. “At this point it’s a mere formality."

"You’re just jealous you didn’t get the role to scare her.” Robin stepped out of the gloom, pointing an accusing finger at Kalego. “Or you would have jumped at the chance!"

Kalego huffed and crossed his arms. "Don’t be ridiculous.”

Someone grumbled about the effect being ruined, and with a snap the lights flared to life. More of the teachers lowered their hoods and chimed their own thoughts of how things should have went.

“Are they always like this?” You whispered as the argument–bickering, really– continued.

“Well, not usually…” Balam admitted quietly. “But typically one is initiated when they first start. You’re a bit of a special case."

"Can we just hurry up and get this over with?” Elder Morax complained rather loudly. “I thought the main event tonight would be celebrating!”

Dali sighed, conceding he had lost. “Very well. Please, step forward, Ms. Suzuki.” He gestured to you, and Balam’s protective touch became a gentle nudge forward. You looked up at him, almost pleading. He smiled reassuringly, silently affirming it would be okay.

You gulped and hesitantly stepped towards Dali. As soon as you did, a crimson circle flared to life beneath your feet, symbols carving themselves into the stone floor. You recognized a few Runes, but the fear had your mind preoccupied too much to try and study it.

That, and magic flowing from it was near palpable, making the hair at the nape of your neck raise as your heart quickened.

“To be a part of Babyls is a highly sought after opportunity,” Dali started, his usual cheerful demeanor shifting into one far more serious. "To guide and guard the treasure of Babyls, its students, is the highest honor next to being among the Thirteen Crowns. Do you pledge your life to protect our treasure above all else? Do you swear that their safety and wellbeing will be of higher importance than your own life?”

You could tell that this wasn’t some meaningless pledge. You could feel the magic waiting for your answer; to bind your pledge deeper than just your word, but to your very core.

It made you hesitate and think - was this really what you wanted to do? Yes, you loved Iruma and his classmates, and were fond of many other students… but did you care for them to the point of agreeing to yet another magical contract?

You reflected on the fact of just how much your life had improved since coming to the Netherworld. How you had quickly come to love this world full of demons and dangers.

And becoming the Librarian of Babyls had been one the best things that had happened to you.

The magic tugged at you, demanding an answer.

Hell, it was better than the fishery. And you had to admit, being a librarian at Babyls? Swearing to protect the children with your life?

There could be worse fates.

“I swear,” You answered, meeting Dali’s eyes firmly, and instantly felt the magic snap into place. The odd sensation took your breath away as the symbols flared a fiery red beneath you.

There was a strange notion that maybe you hadn’t sold your soul to Sullivan after all…

But instead had just signed it over to Babyls.

A thunderous applause broke out from the surrounding teachers as the circle faded into nothing, and before you could blink, Balam had swung you off your feet, lifting you until you were sitting on his shoulders. You clutched to him, stunned by the sudden change as you looked down at everyone.

Smiling. Cheering. Even Kalego had a faint smile on his face.

You knew you had made the right choice.

--+--

Where you had been defensive around your previous coworkers - feeling as if you had to constantly prove yourself and be on guard - here you didn’t.

They easily accepted the fact you didn’t want any alcohol, and in fact had many recommendations on non-alcoholic drinks instead. Despite being new and a bit of an outsider, you didn’t feel excluded.

Actually, quite the opposite. In a blur of events, you had been dragged from Balam’s side to a separate table across the large room, where most of the female teachers had gathered. Not just Raim and Momonoki; but Suzy, Furcus, and Tsumuru too.

Which, the latter confused you, since you thought Tsumuru was male, but decided to just go with it. It wasn't your place to judge, or even question.

“We actually have a full table now!” Tsumuru cheered, being echoed by the others.

“I have to admit, I do love what you’ve done with the library,” Furcus admitted, the older woman smiling softly at you, looking rather tired. “Through the years, no one’s really paid much attention to the organization of it.”

“A lot of the students have enjoyed the new study spaces,” Tsumuru added, making you flush from the attention. “I’ve even seen an increase in grades, which I can’t contribute to anything else but the library’s renovation. I was so excited when Dali said you were being initiated! I can only imagine how you’ll help in the future!"

"Those cubbies also make for good make-out spots,” Raim added with a wink, making you flush even more. “Or have you and Balam found that out already?”

You paled at the insinuation. Especially as everyone's attention turned to you, eager to hear the gossip apparently. A lump filled your throat as you looked downwards, avoiding their looks.

This was what you were avoiding, partly. But…. avoiding was obviously not causing The Rumor to die away, so….

“W-we aren’t courting, despite what the rumors say,” You stated with a bit of a stammer, deciding there was no way to avoid the topic - so you were going to face it head on. With blunt honesty.

“What?!"

It wasn’t just Raim and Momonoki giving you incredulous looks as you had expected - it was all of them. Even perpetually calm Suzy and Furcus looked surprised.

"No, that’s just not possible!” Momonoki protested, her pale face flushed as she clenched her fists. “J-just look at you two! It’s obvious!”

“It’s more obvious than her crush on Kalego,” Suzy chimed, gesturing to the blue-haired teacher who blushed even more, yet nodded in agreement.

“Exactly! How are you two not courting?"

You rubbed your face, willing the burning sensation to fade from your face. "Look, it's… it’s like this. We fell into an easy friendship–camaraderie,” You corrected, seeing their odd looks, “…because of mutual interests. And his skinship is a perfect match for my own…issues. But that isn’t to say we’re romantically interested in each other.”

Raim frowned and leaned on the table, drawing closer to you. “I am a succubus, remember? I can literally taste the attraction between you, so don’t give me that devibullshit."

Wait. Could Succubi do that?

The others were nodding, so you had to assume they could, and that Raim wasn’t lying.

"I mean, I-I am kinda… interested… in him…” You admitted, casting a glance to the table across the room where the other staff were. They were by far louder, so you doubted that anyone else could overhear the infamous Girl Talk you had been dreading.

Yet almost sensing you were looking at him, Balam shifted to look at you - head tilted to express his concern. You blushed deeper but gave a small wave, letting him know you were fine.

Even if you were internally dying of embarrassment.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled and returned your small wave before his attention was caught by Robin invading Kalego’s space once more.

You looked back, and found everyone giving you a look that virtually said: 'See! Totally obvious!'

“Are you telling me that you two are mutually interested in each other,” Raim virtually seethed. “But not even having fun behind closed doors? Have you even said anything?!”

You blinked, startled by the severe expression on her face. You had no idea she - or the others - had been so invested in the relationship between you and Balam.

"It's… it's complicated, okay!" You insisted, fidgeting under their intense looks. "I mean, it's hard to explain, but let me assure you, Balam's…not interested in me like that."

Snorts and giggles echoed from around the table. "Oh, oh Devi--" Tsumuru wheezed. "That's just--!"

"I have known Balam since he was a student," Furcus continued with a smile. "He's never paid a single person this kind of attention, even when he and Kalego were virtually taking on the whole school. The attention he gives you rivals that of his passion for the study of imaginary creatures."

You had to carefully not react to that, and took a long drink from your glass.

Yeah. That… that was exactly your problem. You were an imaginary creature, after all. He didn't see you as a potential romantic partner, just a very precious specimen.

"I say," Raim started, a wicked smile on her face, "You just take him into one of those nooks in the library and show him what your feelings are."

You spluttered before coughing, your drink threatening to go down your windpipe. "What?! I-I can't… I can't do that!"

"Why not?" She huffed. "Believe me, demons like Balam would go crazy for someone taking the lead. Those big buff men are often the softest subs, and driving them crazy is always so much fun…"

It felt like your cheeks were on fire and you were sure your face was redder than Tsumuru's puffy pigtails as you slid down in your seat. Because your gutter mind had happily appeared, summoned by the mere brief thought of that kind of situation, and had grabbed the idea to run with.

Being alone in one of the quiet nooks, away from prying ears and eyes. Balam sitting in one of the reclining chairs, easily dwarfing the furniture meant for students. Then… you… straddling his lap, taking control.

You could easily imagine him whining after the other day, moaning so prettily as you teased him. That blissed, vulnerable look on his face taking on a whole new meaning.

Him smiling up at you, enjoying whatever pleasure you were giving him.

"Awww, look at her!" Raim coo'd. "I think she likes that idea."

You covered your face in shame with a whimper. "Oh my devi. Just kill me now." Not only had your imagination run wild, but everyone had a pretty good idea of what you had been imagining. And with who.

"Not before you get a chance to live out that dream!" Momonoki stated rather cheerfully. "I mean, between us both crushing on the school's most powerful teachers, you actually have a shot of those daydreams becoming true!"

"I don't though!" You whined. "And even if I did… I don't know… I haven’t really done this before." You admitted guiltily, which was a whole nother piece of the problem. Yes, before you had some… one night stands and all, well before Iruma came into your life.

But… romance? What you wanted with Balam? “This is unfamiliar territory for me!”

“But, Iruma is your son,” Furcus added, a frown gracing her face. “You can’t have children without mating."

“T-that, was…” You trailed off, fear flooding through your mind as you worried about being caught in your lie. You had built a backstory, but hadn’t quite explained it to Iruma - and you weren’t sure what he had said about the matter. What if he had said something that would contradict you? What if it planted seeds of doubt in their minds?

Devi, if only adoptions were normal in the Netherworld. But you had seen it yourself at Walter Park; most demons were demonish in that aspect.

“Is the rumor of his father true?” Tsumuru asked as your pause became stagnant. “He’s really not present?"

"It was one of those… unintended things,” You awkwardly excused, not completely sure how deep a hole you were digging yourself. But surely demons had one-night stands? And maybe decided to keep any child conceived afterwards?

“I’ve had plenty of those,” Raim sighed dreamily, destroying any doubt. “Though, you know there are plenty of… remedies for afterwards.”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to act sheepish, or maybe casual; anything but absolutely relieved. “Yeah, but… Iruma’s one of the best things in my life so I don’t regret anything.”

“While that is adorable,” Momonoki interjected. “Our main concern should be that our dear librarian hasn’t courted before, and we all know Balam hasn’t either. They’re both helpless! We need to help them!”

Suzy hummed a bit too innocently, “You just want a real-life romance novel to play out before your eyes, don’t you?"

The other demon turned a bright shade of pink."That is totally besides the point!”

“You guys,” You whined. “It really isn’t that big of a deal. Balam and I…we’ll figure it out.”

Part of you still doubted the truth in Raim's claim. Or, maybe if Balam was physically attracted to you… he wasn't romantically?

You whined again as you buried your face in your hands. This was all so confusing. Just as you were able to convince yourself you would be okay with a platonic relationship…

Suzy patted your head reassuringly. “I’m sure you will. But if you ever need some advice, feel free to ask. I courted many a demon back in my day before deciding to pledge my life to Babyls."

You looked up, trying to imagine the devibotany teacher… dating. While adorable, in a way, it also seemed rather… wrong.

"I would be happy in giving you a few pointers and tips on seduction," Raim offered with a wink. "Together, we could have that giant of a demon wrapped around your finger.” She smirked while twirling her own hair around her graceful fingers, making you blush deeper.

Furcus snorted, “You say that as if he isn’t already."

Tsumuru nodded, "You don’t have to be a master at psychiatry like myself to know he has it bad."

”And,” Raim continued in a staged whisper, leaning over the table closer to you. "Once he’s wrapped around your finger, you can finally wrap yourself around his–"

You gave a startled yelp and quickly covered her mouth, too embarrassed to hear those words spoken aloud.

--+--

The evening became livelier as the 'Ladies Table' (plus Tsumuru but again, you weren't going to question) joined the others.

To probably no one’s surprise, you ended up once more next to Balam; and all too aware of the 'supportive’ gestures from your female colleagues, ranging from subtle thumbs up and winks to awkward gestures that you had no idea what they meant - but seemed vulgar anyways.

You could only pray Balam hadn’t noticed them or the fact you would suddenly pull his attention elsewhere in an attempt to keep him from noticing. If he had, he kept silent and just rolled with your antics.

Balam was his usual 'touchy' self, his hand usually either brushing mindlessly in your hair, or rubbing your back and shoulder. It was impossible not to relax into him, soaking in his warmth and comfort.

Soon, Robin and Dali pulled out games like Bingo and Charades, along with some Netherworld games you had no name for but inevitably had you laughing until your ribs hurt. Partly just because of the antics of the others as they drank more and more while you stayed sober.

But, you had a feeling you would have ended up having a good time regardless. It truly was nothing like your previous experiences; you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Especially as Balam helped you somewhat sneakily with the games, surprising you.

He'd just wink slightly, a pink tinge to his pale cheeks.

He was also the only one that could more or less compel Kalego to participate as well, which made you giggle as the other demon grumbled half-heartedly.

And, well, having fun and being happy filled you with a sort of boldness, leading you to tease the dark haired demon. Kalego would take it in stride and subtly return the teasing with light-hearted taunts. Which - judging by Balam’s excited reactions as the two of you bantered back and forth - meant Kalego had officially accepted you into the fold.

"One last game!" Robin announced dramatically, gesturing to the wait staff of the Inn. "The one that no night celebrating is complete without! Truth or dare!"

You couldn't quite believe it. Truth or dare? It seemed like such a childish game to you. But the intoxicated staff cheered as if it sounded like an amazing idea.

Granted… they were also very drunk. There were many tired glassy eyes; Raim and Momonoki leaning against each other to stay in their seats, Orias had lost his hat sometime to Buer at one point, and you had to admit the purple fedora looked odd on the typically serious demon. Suzy was all but laying on the table, her small tail twitching lazily rather like a cats, and her eyes barely open.

And yet a few didn't seem to be as affected by the alcohol. Kalego and Balam both, for instance. Yes, Balam's touch was more firm, slowly pulling you from your seat and virtually into his lap. And Kalego had a small smile on his lips, no longer bothering to continue with the displeased facade. Ifrit and Dali both seemed more relaxed, but likewise unaffected.

The inn staff cleared the table, and placed shot glasses before everyone. You could tell they were going to skip you as they had done before when bringing out rounds (though would return with another kind of drink should you want one).

Maybe it was because you were tired, or you felt relaxed, but you gestured to them to leave you a shot glass. One small shot surely wouldn't affect you that badly.

"Are you sure?" Balam asked softly when he realized your intentions.

"Just one," You reassured. "If I'm too bad, just call dad for me. No need for you to suffer like last time."

His cheeks darkened slightly, his hand squeezing you a little tighter at the memory. "That… that was no trouble."

You were about to argue that being used as a pillow and sleeping upright could not have been very comfortable when Robin clapped his hands to gather everyone's attention.

"Okay! We all know the rules, but since some of us barely remember our names right now …"

"Robin!" Momonoki exclaimed, sounding rather proud until Raim giggled, drawing her closer.

"That's his name, my dear, not yours."

"Oh…"

Robin simply gestured to the pair, as if they proved his point. "So, I'll start, and then whoever I call on goes next. You can answer a truth or a dare, or if you're a cockatriece, you can take a shot."

"No daring illegal… things," Dali added lazily. "No nudity or streaking."

"Damn it," Both Tsumuru and Elder Morax groaned together.

"We still do work together, and I don't want another prank war to start out as vengeance."

"You're the one who started it," Kalego mentioned casually, though there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dali narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, pointing at the other demon.

"Listen, just because you're our guard dog and technically higher rank doesn't mean I won't wipe the floor with you, pup."

Kalego huffed, a smirk growing on his lips. "I believe you said that last time, and I recall I won that time as well."

"Okay, Suzy!" Robin interrupted hurriedly. "Truth or Dare."

"Mngh, I don't want to move," She sighed as she nestled her head in her folded arms on the table. "So truth."

"Er, what plant is your favorite?" The green haired demon asked weakly.

"That's easy. My gatling daffodils, of course. They're so pretty and deadly…"

As she called on Elder Morax (who had apparently already taken his shot and needed to be poured another) You turned your attention to Balam and asked quietly: "What happened between Dali and Kalego?"

Balam played with your hair carelessly as he sighed. "Last year when Kalego hosted, Dali had done something to annoy him. I can't remember what, but when we were playing, Kalego dared Dali to dress in a maid outfit for a month. Well, Dali never turns down a challenge." He laughed softly, the sound of his chuckle making your stomach squirm. "I think there are still a few students unable to look him in the eye. But, after the month was up, Dali… decided he wasn't going to allow Kalego to go unpunished for that."

You snorted, and could only imagine considering Dali's reputation.

"Oh little miss librarian~" Raim coo'd, making you freeze.

No. Oh no. You looked over at the Seduction teacher and saw the devious expression in her hooded eyes as she leaned on the table, pointing her shot glass at you.

"Truth. Or. Dare."

This was a childish game, you had just thought that minutes ago. But now the implications were crashing down around you. All the secrets that you held, from embarrassing to life-threatening.

Everyone's eyes were on you, not letting you weigh the pros, cons, and risks. "Truth?" You answered weakly, and felt Balam's hand move to squeeze yours reassuringly.

An even more impish smile crossed Raim's lips. "I dare you to admit your feelings."

Your heart was lodged in your throat, even as Robin coughed. "Raim, she chose truth, not dare."

Raim frowned, her mind working against the fogginess encasing it, but you didn't wait for her to find her words. You grabbed the shot glass and tipped it back quickly, feeling the burn instantly rush down your throat before you slammed the glass on the table.

Startled expressions focused on you as you winced and wheezed from the burn, screwing your face as the odd taste of mint did nothing to make it any more palatable. "God, is this actual mouthwash?"

"Our little librarian has quite a mouth on her," Dali chuckled moments before grins and applause rang out, the teachers apparently impressed and too intoxicated to realize you had dodged Raim's question - especially as you quickly called on Kalego, hoping to keep them from noticing.

Though, judging by the light in his eyes, Kalego had noticed, and was both interested and suspicious. Yet, by the grace of some deity, he did not return the attention back to you after your pitiful question about his interest in Cacti.

(Yes, he had a collection of various cacti. Which was surprising to you, as you assumed it had just been an odd rumor the misfits had created).

And… Well, you were too nervous to look at Balam despite being able to virtually feel the curiosity rolling off him in waves.

Or maybe that was the anxiety and vague paranoia mixing with the shot. It didn't affect you like downing the whole glass back at Walter Park, but still felt like you had more than one normal shot.

Thankfully, the game didn't last long enough for anyone to call on you yet again. In fact, within half an hour, most of the other teachers were passed out either against the table or spread out on the floor.

"Is it really okay to leave Robin with everyone?” You asked as you left with Balam and Kalego.

“He arranged it and allowed Dali to partake as well,” Kalego replied with a snort. “He needs to take responsibility for his actions."

"Considering most of them live in the teachers’ dorms, he won’t have that much difficulty,” Balam assured, his hand rubbing your back thoughtlessly as he looked down at you. “Are you okay with returning home?"

The nightmare in question - still patiently waiting at her post - snorted and pawed a hoof as if insulted by Balam’s implication. You laughed at the Nightmare's antics before smiling up at him. "Podargos will make sure I get home safe and sound. Dad and Opera trained her well."

Yet despite the reassurance, Balam seemed reluctant to let you go. His hand brushed your cheek softly as he held your gaze, making your stomach drop and your heart pick up pace.

The words of Raim and the others echoed in your head as you lost yourself in the darkness of his eyes. Maybe it was their insistence, and the liquid courage flowing through you that made you hope that maybe they were right. That his feeling's weren't entirely platonic...

Yet, even if they were right, and your dreams were closer to reality, you were still so lost on what to do next. Even if he was human, you wouldn't be sure what the next step would be. Romance hadn't been a thing for you.

Was it unfair of you to wait for him to make that next move - to make his intentions known?

Or was he waiting for you?

Devi, he’d probably end up waiting forever if he was. You don’t know if you possessed the boldness to take that next step without his lead.

"Shichiro,” Kalego called dryly, interrupting the moment. “Shall I leave you two alone? I would like to be home before dawn."

"Still feeling that last glass, Kalego?” You couldn’t help but tease despite the warmth spreading across your cheeks, realizing how long you had been caught up appreciating Balam while lost in your thoughts.

Kalego's eyes narrowed slightly, though you hoped it was in good humor. “I applaud the fact you restrained yourself from drinking very much. I hate to see what other rumors the school would be concocting if everyone witnessed you crawling into Shichiro’s lap to sleep."

Your face turned deep red and you were torn between seething and trying to save whatever reputation you had left.

"You two…” Balam sighed, shaking his head though you didn't miss the faint blush on his own cheeks.

Wait… did he… did he know about The Rumour? Was there something you were missing?

You were too tired to even think about tackling that tonight.

“Well,” You sighed as you turned your full attention back to Balam. “Since Kalego apparently needs help finding his way home~”

“I do not–” Kalego hissed.

"-- I should say goodnight as well." Without really thinking, you reached up and patted Balam’s cheek, barely able to reach. The giant demon quickly leaned down so you could reach easier, almost eager to feel your touch.

And - well, the temptation to run your fingers through his hair was too much for you to resist. It was just so soft and silky between your fingers. Just a few small strokes and Balam’s eyes had fluttered shut as he leaned more into your touch.

He looked so happy, so content - so utterly cute. Your heart felt overwhelmed, completely overriding any logical thoughts your mind was trying to send.

You gave into impulse and leaned in closer to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Half on his mask, half on his skin leading to an odd contrast of hot and cool against your lips as you lingered.

There was a faint metallic taste on your tongue as you pulled away after a moment. Your stomach twisted into a tighter knot at the expression in his eyes. His pupil had narrowed, reminding you briefly of the illustrations you had seen about demons entering an evil-cycle.

It was a look of hunger and something else you were admittingly too scared to name. One that sent thrills and a different kind of heat tingling down your spine.

“Goodnight, Shichiro.” You whispered after a moment, body somehow on autopilot as you stepped away, feeling rather like a rabbit stepping away from a hawk.

You mindlessly nodded at Kalego, bidding him goodnight, somehow able to turn your back to Shichiro Balam, yet swearing you could feel his eyes follow you as you walked to Podargos. You managed to undo the knot keeping her tethered with shaky hands before pulling yourself up in the saddle.

You still didn't look back as you urged her home. She didn't need any other command as she took off in a gallop.

--+--

Silence hung over the two demons as they watched the nightmare disappear into the darkness, carrying you with it. Kalego spread his wings, knowing that Shichiro would follow even in his baffled state.

Sure enough, a second later, his companion was in the sky beside him; the ruffle of feathers against the wind near-silent. Silence hung between them as they headed towards the forest that contained their individual homes. The Nabarius heir chosen to guard the school was allotted their own place not far from the school itself, and Balam preferred solitude versus the teacher's dorm for obvious reasons - though he practically lived in his prep room at school.

Kalego knew the blessed silence wouldn’t last for very long. Not after witnessing your bold display. At this rate, he wasn't sure who was going to cave in first, though there had been a brief moment he thought he would have to intervene possibly on Shichiro's behalf, feeling his mana spike as if he was moments away from tackling and claiming you right then and there.

Which, given everything, would have caused a very large headache.

Before they reached the first trees of the forest, Shichiro finally broke the silence with a whisper. "She kissed me…”

Kalego sighed faintly. “I saw.” Truely, Kalego was happy for Shichiro. He hadn't seen him this happy or excited in such a long time.

But why did you have to finally end Shichiro’s doubts tonight? Kalego was already mentally worn out from the long week, plus the hours of forced social interaction. He just wanted to go home, have a long hot shower, and sleep. That is all he wanted at this point.

“And called me Shichiro!” Balam’s awed whisper turned into giddiness, and Kalego could easily imagine his companion blushing furiously despite the sky being so dark, the moons barely providing any light.

There were only two demons (himself and Opera, of course) outside the family that called Shichiro by his given name. Everyone else was too terrified of the gentle giant to take such liberties.

“I was there for that as well,” Unfortunately, Kalego added mentally. He was actually surprised it took you this long, to be honest. After all, you had the whole Misfit class calling you mom now - if rumors proved correct. He had figured you had been using Shichiro in private for weeks now.

Apparently not.

A flap of feathered wings and Balam was gliding next to Kalego, the tips of his wings about brushing his. “Thank you, Kalego," Shichiro stated softly, "for changing your mind."

Part of his aggravation faded away, and Kalego nodded slightly. "It wasn’t too terrible, I suppose.” The finest wine money could buy, all from the Chair demon’s own account. The food was surprisingly decent for a dive bar, and there had been a few amusing moments.

The moment of peace shortly faded as Balam all but giggled. “I can’t believe she actually kissed me!"

Kalego decided he should have taken a bottle of wine home with him after all.

Hell, if he was going to endure this… "So, what are you going to give her as an offering when you ask to court her?"

There was a flutter of wings as Balam faltered mid air with a choked noise, making Kalego smirk.

He might get some amusement out of this yet.

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma--+--

Opera calmly poured Lord Sullivan’s tea, though their mind was full of unrest. You and Iruma had become close, and they acknowledged both of you as members of the Sullivan family, and therefore under their protection.

And as such, they worried about your safety. You weren't just an amusing possession of his Lord's to keep safe until Sullivan grew tired. You were now Opera's Lady to protect with their life.

"Not to question your decision…” Opera started as they set the kettle aside. “But is it wise to have her sworn in as a Babyls faculty?”

After all, a human under the Oath of Babyls? The ceremony and rite was old, ancient magic that bound a teacher to the school and their duties. How would it even react to a human? Would it be the same, or cause you to suffer?

“You said it yourself,” Lord Sullivan stated calmly as he picked up his tea cup. “Evil is stirring, even here at Babyls. Iruma will be well protected between his ring and his classmates, though I plan to ask Barbatos Bachinko to continue to tutor him. However, my dear daughter does not have his power or allies. Even if she becomes Balam’s intended, the Oath will force him to put the students before her. But, if she is sworn in as faculty…”

“Then the others will see her as one of them, even if her identity is revealed,” Opera finished as they realized Sullivan’s true intent. “They will be more inclined to protect her as well."

Sullivan nodded before smiling softly. "Plus, she really is as antisocial as Kalego. She could stand to use a few more– what do they call them? Friends? Humans are social creatures after all…"

Opera nodded before shifting to attend their other duties. They needed to trust their Lord. Despite his eccentric tendencies, he was still a powerful and wise demon, one that was deserving of the title Demon King in Opera's humble opinion.

But yet… a seed of worry continued to fester. What game was Sullivan playing with these two humans?

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