#AND THEY WANT TO KILL THE MC TOO?? fucking SOLD.

[certifiedlucifersimp]

If there was an option to select between the angels and the demons , I would select the angels immediately .

[r0-boat]

Yessssss I lOvE your headcanons about the 2 unreleased kings 😋 must be because I love dark headcanons.... (and that in Abbadon is something couldn't miss out 😈)

But can you do some moreeee? 🥺 Like about the headcanons about interactions between kings perhaps (seven kings---!!!!) Or maybe between kings and MC pls 😚 I kinda crave for some dark contents right now (cus when I first play WHB, I already expect this 👀)

Only if you're fine with this request, and jusst ignore it if you don't okie 😘

Oh my God interactions with the Kings hshshs

I mostly just have really stupid headcanons about those guys interacting but I got some dark ones

Dark!whb King headcanons

speculation for asmodeus and belphegor(I'm writing these two before they come out)

Cw: yandere, murder, drugging/drugs, death, cannibalism, sexual slavery mentions of being sold off, most of this shit is just talking about a black market shcsdgj. This shit is dark dead dove do not eat

Disclaimer: I do not condone anything I write This is purely for fantasy written by adults for adults only!

Belphegor and asmodeus has been fully released here's the update

Links to little asks about people's questions

Question one about Satan's desires

Question two on Mammon

Satan

I don't think we talk about Satan's depression as much as we should have. What I feel like you would think himself as a wrathful monster unable to control his wrath, sometimes he would have depressive episodes where his personality is a completely 180. He's just as angry at himself as he is at everyone else.

The first time you've witnessed this depressive episode is when he accidentally struck you and made you bleed. His whole body starts shaking as he began to break down He tore apart his room and started crying and took weeks for him to calm down.

The reason why his subordinates are okay with him taking out his anger and physically hurting them is because if he doesn't have an outlet he'll take out it on himself.

Satan is dependent on you for his emotional needs. He loves you, and he needs you; please do not leave him.

Satan is definitely holding back a lot of his dark thoughts because he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold back these darker desires. Normally he tells you everything, but he doesn't want to scare you. He wants you to like him.

Leviathan

Leviathan is a budding yandere, He already stalks you. Trying to keep his obsessive thoughts underneath a layer of hatred. That hatred mixing into more obsession. Of course he wants you to love him, but he also wants to be hated by you just as much as he is loved because it gets him on your mind. And that's really all he wants. It doesn't matter if he makes you hate him. As long as you're thinking about him he is okay with that.

Because of his abuse as a child from angels I would not doubt he wouldn't know how to normally show affection.

He has killed another devil for you. And he will gladly do it again. He sends the heads of lower rank devils that you dare show a smile too under the name "You're admirer" isn't he so romantic.

Leviathan only tolerates the kings being around you because chilling one of them or they're subordinates would start a war. So to have you he must use sneakier tactics.

Beelzebub

He has a fantasy where he roofies you at a bar and takes you home with him. Whenever you go to the bathroom thinking that Your drink is safe with him, He stares blankly into the glass, thoughts swirling with mental images of your nice loopy giggly self being laid on his bed.

Angels taste like chicken, humans taste like beef, demons taste like pork. Humans so far is his favorite. Humanoid meat especially humans are delicacy and highly illegal in the Tartaros black market. A delicacy He has been recently craving.

If he ever dies he wants his last meal to be you after he fucks you of course.

Levi gives the bodies of the devils he has killed too Beel to eat.

Beel definitely does drugs He's mostly immune now... He hates that Adderall doesn't affect him the same as the others.

Mammon

Tartaros is home to the rich and the very powerful. They hold grandiose special parties where the wealthy gather. Of course Mammon attends these parties. These demons see you as a pretty little exotic pet unknowing that Mammon is the pet and you are the master. And these same demons frequently talk about how they would buy you at any price, talking about your body as if you are a piece of meat and a prize to be bought and sold. Sadly you are not for sale.

As the demon of greed flaunting is his specialty And he has definitely thought about telling you up and all his gold and jewels to bring you to one of these parties to show you off. As a message saying 'This is something you cannot have.

Mammon knows of the Tartaros Black market and he turns a blind eye, but he will gladly do something if you tell him to. Or if belphie gets off his ass and strong arms him.

Giving him a little more because getting asked for it: Mammon doesn't do shit about the black market because He owns part of it and he practically created it. This man runs his kingdom like a mafia and he is a mob boss. Shady dealings to other kingdoms smuggling goods anything for More money and greater goods.

Lucifer

Has purchased a human corpse from the same black market for scientific purposes he swears up and down.

He slowly corrupting himself He beats himself up over it but at the same time he kind of likes it.

"hey can I cut you open and look at your organs? No? Oh okay..."

Lucifer because of his past as an angel suddenly gets urges to kill you. They have gone down over time since his transformation as a devil but he really shouldn't be getting this hard over thoughts of putting his hands around your neck.

Makes aphrodisiacs as a paid commission for asmodeus. And asks you to test the drugs.

If you ever die he wants to keep your beautiful eyes.

Your blood is a beautiful drug like sweet wine. He's obsessed with the taste

Belphegor

Belphegor and his superpower of a kingdom are the only reason why the Kings actually give a damn about their laws. Nifleheim is a strong powerhouse and a great enemy to those who don't want to make one of them.

However, Belphegor isn't all justice and the law and order in fact far from that. He is the law whatever he wants he can bypass it and everyone will turn a blind eye. If you were ever sold by Mammon to the highest bidder Belphegor would be your buyer.

Grand spectacles of public executions are very popular thing in Nifleheim(Belphie Danganronpa fan)

The real horror is that belphie invest in cryptocurrency and has an NFT/j

Belphie is also completely dependent on you and he will make you stay any way necessary.

Belphie only hasn't cracked down on the others harder as he should is because he doesn't give a fuck what happens in other kingdoms if it is in his own.

Belphie thinks Asmodeus is a disgusting freak. Leviathan is an amateur to him. Satan and belphie would get along pretty well I think they would be FPS partners.

Asmodeus

All of hell's most heinous devils come here because the laws are so lax. You're wondering why this kingdom hasn't fall to complete anarchy... Apparently getting you addicted on sex and then withholding it as a punishment is surprisingly very effective.

Asmodeus would love to have you but hasn't invite you yet because... Well if your kingdom is filled with half trained rabid dogs and you throw a nice fine steak inside.... Yeahhh.

Asmodeus is actually a pretty nice dude, He's very calm, polite and chivalrous. Which makes you wonder how much of that is a mask. Something you'll never know.

Asmodeus has a harem I think that goes without saying. And he talks greatly about adding you to that harem and how you would be his favorite~

It's no secret that I think humans are a very sexualized being in hell. Asmodeus is one of the demons with a huge human kink. Humans in his eyes are still primal animals which is part of their biggest appeal to him.

Asmodeus thinks belphie has a stick up his ass and he needs to loosen the fuck up

[many-but-one]

why do people program kids? what's the point???

(TW: ramcoa, programming, mc, trafficking, torture, child death, csem)

This is a question that has been rattling around in many people’s brains for a long time. I will rephrase your question in a way that is even more blunt: why do people torture kids? Because that is what programming is. Torture.

There are two answers, one is the one that programmers would say. One is the truth.

What programmers say: to create a perfect slave, someone who will do what I want with a simple gesture, phrase, etc. No matter the risk of harm to them or others.

The truth: thrill seeking egocentric sadists derive pleasure from torturing kids, raping kids, and making them bend to their will. They often film it and sell the media to other sick fucks for profit. These sorts of videos are unfortunately extremely profitable. One snuff film made over the course of a night could be worth thousands of dollars. That is why they do it. They like hurting people, kids are easy to control, and they like making money doing it.

There is no real, justified reason why programmers do what they do. There is no justification for torturing children and animals, no matter what they say. And if they truly believe what they tell others, it is because it helps them distance themselves from their heinous acts. If they are creating something with it, it makes the actions seem justifiable to the right people. They may claim they are building an army of programmed soldiers, but don’t realize that if they sent their programmed system into a combat situation the gunfire would trigger them so such a degree that they would be rendered useless. They make subservient sex slaves for profit, but once they get too old to not draw in the same crowd, they dispose of them and let them out into the world with no care to the mental and physical toll that life as a sex slave has done to the child.

They are insidious, evil people. They do not see children as human beings, but products to sell. Animals to put down. They care a lot less about the final product and more about the product that is made along the way—the torture films they make money off of and the excitement and thrill they get from torturing kids to program them.

Programming is not like how Alison Miller and many other conspirators make it seem. They are not making super soldiers or spies. They are profiting off of child torture and then either killing them by the end or letting them go. The only true reason things like callback programming or loyalty programming or silence programming or omega/suicide programming exists is so that they don’t get caught. If the system goes back, they will either be killed or reprogrammed or retrafficked or convinced to become a programmer themselves. They will not be going to complete some sacred duty that the programmers told them. Loyalty is only so they never tell secrets. Silence is so they never tell secrets. Suicide programming is so that they will die before telling secrets.

Programming is all about profit and not getting caught. That is why they do it. My programmers told me all the time that I would eventually become a spy for them. Black Widow style—a seductress who would kill their targets. The reality? I was a sex slave who had to commit heinous acts on camera that they sold, and when they were done with me, they cared less about that “end product” they claimed I was working towards. They’d rather see me kill myself than say even a modicum of truth about their motives.

To which I would say: kill me yourself, you cowards.

I hope that answers your question.

-Jade 🐉 (she/her)

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

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Some semi-refs for my BTD/horrorporn OCs! They got a bit of a revamp and redesign.

Top left: Sammy Lovejoy (29, they/them) A stereotypical surface level activist except gone horribly wrong. Sammy stalks down, kidnaps, and kills bigots that they find online, and they stream it to get monetary compensation for their "hard work making the world better." Sammy's activism is incredibly performative and shallow, and they are not in any way an actual good person that cares for those around them. They are a sadist who uses the veil of activism to enact skewed 'justice' that really helps no one in the end. They are very tech savvy, and they program a completely new website for every stream, which has helped them avoid capture so far. The inaccessibility of their work is a saving grace against the cops. Sammy is deaf and uses hearing aids.

Top right: Riley (25, he/she/they) A Strade MC who has the disorder CIPA, which causes them to be unable to feel pain. Strade was immediately fascinated by this and injured them very heavily the first three days she was there. Strade cut off two fingers on each of his hands, as well as causing a huge amount of blood loss that Riley was unaware of and therefore unable to alert him to. Strade did begin noticing the symptoms, and was slightly terrified at the idea of losing such a fun toy. Riley was brought upstairs to live with him and Ren through their recovery, but it ended up being permanent. Riley and Ren get along very well, and their eye patch was a gift from Ren that he sewed together himself.

Bottom left: Rhett (30, he/him) A coyote beastkin and Strade & Fox MC. Strade kidnapped this sad little guy very easily, in fact Rhett just went home with him, thinking it might be a one night stand kind of thing, only to be knocked out inside the door. Strade loved his screaming and cries, what can I say, he has a thing for canidae. Rhett was kept, owned. Strade loved to pit Ren and Rhett against each other and have them fight half to the death for his entertainment. Rhett lived with Strade and Ren all the way up to Strade's death. He was there to watch Ren spiral about the hurt and trauma of it, but was too weak-willed to change his inevitable course of becoming Fox. Ren grew a slight hatred for Rhett, blaming him for Strade being gone and for all the bad he has ever been hit by, loathing him for listening to Strade's orders and beating him within an inch of his life nearly daily. Rhett was the one to be beat up now, being tortured or otherwise fucked with through the entire day every day. And when Fox had traumatized him to the point he was no longer fun, he sold him just like any other pet.

Bottom right: Leigh/Le-le (nonhuman so age not applicable but an adult of her species, she/her) Leigh is a merrow, and her species is capable of taking on a human-like form and breathing on land for a good amount of time. They do need to go back to the water eventually in between sessions of using the ability. Merrow are also capable of human speech, but it can come across as very child-like, slurred, and stilted. More of a mimicry of speech than actual talking. Leigh is kind of a spoiled brat, she is very conventionally attractive to her species and therefore was handed most everything she wanted in life with no effort. Leigh loves being on land, and she love doing risky, ridiculous things. Obviously she had no money so she would steal anything she wanted, or flirt with men until they bought her things. She flirted with the wrong man one day, at the seediest bar she had ever been to. What a great excitement to be threatened to be fucked right there on the table! She was taken with Vincent instantly, so obviously went home with him. Vincent was very shocked to see a nonhuman just like him, and at first was responding very positively and treating her very well. Then she saw the skull in his closet. Vincent took her to the bunker and she was tortured on and off for days. Bizarrely it just made her fall for him even more. What an experience, she has never felt pain like this, it's so delightful, it's so exciting! Needless to say, she joined Farz and Vincent in a polycule, and has been living with them willingly ever since. They installed a salt water pool in the backyard just for her, of course, their spoiled little girlfriend.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

As soon as you said that A2-1 was very similar to who was number 10 on the list, I knew it was gonna talk about 2-1. Because both are on a tropical island, both are in a virtual world, the MCs don't know what they are (though Sora's got more severe amnesia then Hajime does) both Chapter 1s have a party that goes wrong, we have a psycho reveal and the pervert of the group ends up dying.

But of course the big difference is why SDRA2 has a good start but ends up losing a lot of its steam, Danganronpa 2 does not and keeps its foot on the gas most of the time. And the brilliant way this game makes you think you are playing a cleancut sequel only to throw curveballs in your direction is amazing.

So naturally Danganronpa 1 was made as a standalone title with no sequel in mind because you don't think these things. But the game sold decently well and Spike Chunsoft wanted more so Kodaka got to work. The main reason why we had the Ultimate Imposter is more of a personal request from Akira Ishida, as the senyu often plays as very serious minded characters but he wanted to be a joke character for once so the Ultimate Imposter was created for that purpose, especially since they decided rather then hide one of the students to get fucked over in future installments for lord knows what reason, they had all 16 at the start so Kodaka wanted to be silly. What I like about the Ultimate Imposter is due to how open ended he is as a character you can do whatever you want with him as there is no rules which askblogs have taken advantage of big time.

For example while obviously his leadership skills and trying to be arrogant are him mimicking Byakuya, but his love of food and the compassion he has for others, is something I believe the actual person behind the disguise is as a character. Since we know Byakuya is a veterian, it makes you wonder how he got so fat, with some unsavoury theories being that he ate Makoto and co, and if he's become more compassionate due to the Killing Game he was in and why he didn't mention it before? All of these are obvious things to call back on in 2-5 when we find out about who Byakuya really is but these things will keep you guessing and I think Byakuya fans would be too busy simping to ignore the signs. And then of course he dies showcasing seemly that just because you survived one Killing Game, doesn't mean you can live the next one.

Naturally this is hilarious in hindsight from how Danganronpa 3 danced around this but ultimately never came to it. Its also very refreshing to see how this chapter balances between being fresh for newcomers but also keep things interesting for veretians like the fact everyone was meant to go on a fun school trip but then Monokuma hijacks it, and does his trademark Killing Game and even has the Monobeasts to show he's not fucking around. Only for them to slink off and only be beaten up in a minigame I'm sure nobody even has played. At least the Exicels in V3 had more of a role within the game itself then the Monobeasts. He tells the Class Trial system, we have 16 students and the first motive even outright says that the students have already been to Hope's Peak but their memories have been stolen. All of this is stuff that was revealed late into Trigger Happy Havoc but Goodbye Despair reveals it right off the bat.

Nagito also at first glance seems to behave very Makoto-like as he has a similar apperance, same talent, his name is a anagram for "I am Makoto Naegi" and as such you expect him to be the boring but reliable person to help you throughout the game, he is by your side throughout all of Chapter 1, helps out with the party and when it starts of the long trend of making Danganronpa fans develop a chronic fear over parties, he assists you during your investigation and makes a few good points in the Class Trial. But then of course you start to notice some things off with him and consider the fact he might be the one to kill Imposter and when the heat turns on him, he cracks and his true psychotic personality emerages.

The reason Nagito is the single best rival character in all of Danganronpa is that while literally every other character is an archetype which has been done to death in media before, you always have your rich snob hyper competitive freaks in Byakuya, you always have Knight Templars in Kyosuke and Tsurugi, you always had chronic chaotic gremlin liars like Kokichi and you always had sleezy captailistic scum who only work when their lives at are stake like Syobai, Nagito by contrast is a purely organic original character who ONLY works in the setting of Danganronpa. His worldview is a reflection on the twisted world of Danganronpa where Hope is light and Despair is dark and Ultimates are seen as the cream of the crop. And while its a strange morality at first glance, when you really get down to it, its nothing more then good vs evil. And later on we get characters from other forms of media who are based on Nagito and his insanity. Nagito isn't made from a archetype he IS the archetype.

He also is a creditable threat and backs up his words time and time again, Kokichi isn't very threatening because his schemes ultimately blow up in his face and half the time he's fighting something he doesn't fully understand. Nagito not only kickstarts the killing game, but the only reason his plan even got so far is because not only is he a smart and resourceful character, he also uses his luck to give him an edge. While Makoto is often considered the Ultimate Lucky Student, his luck doesn't really come into play a lot of the time, so its very refreshing to see how the talent can actually play out, especially when you are on the wrong side of it. His intelligence is also where Kanade falls short as we have nuremous examples of Nagito using his wits to gain an advantage whereas with Kanade, it seems like she's been given the script. The fact most people consider A Dead End to the Ocean's Aroma to be Nagito's theme song says everything.

Its also a debate whenever his Japanese or English VA is better. Which to really sell the parallels between the two, share them with Makoto. Bryce Papenbrock does a okay performance as Nagito but I do feel it could have been done better but Megumi Ogata goes full in on Nagito and REALLY sells his character in her vocal perfomance. Also apperanetly in a similar vein to the Joker Curse, after recording Nagito's lines, Megumi got sick shortly afterwards due to how intense the character was that channelling him took a physical toll on her. Overall I say the Japanese VA wins out over the English one.

The investigation is also good because it doesn't waste the space and you get to have other characters pip in with their talents which to my knowledge doesn't normally happen. Mahiru has taken photos of everyone before the blackout and uses this to make a map where everyone was located which aids the investigation greatly. Ibuki's hypersensitive ears means during the blackout, she could recognise where everyone's voices were and who said what. Nekomaru's obsession with the toilet even has a role since he was able to tell that Peko was doing a number two for most of the event due to laxiatives. And finally Teruteru's perverted nature comes back to bite him as a major piece of evidence nailing him as the culpirt is that when the power came on, Mikan had tripped in a very embrassing way and given how lustful Teruteru was, there was no way he wouldn't comment on it if he had been in the room. Even Gundham has a role since his Dark Devas of Destruction where able to discover a hidden passageway which shows where the culprit went to kill the victim.

Most Class Trials have a few characters detailing most of what happens but 2-1 stands out by having most of the cast play important roles in piercing the mystery together and finding out the truth of what happened. This plus the fact the culprit is not captain obvious like Leon was really sells this as a very good very effective tutorial. You also get hints throughout the chapter on future arcs like Peko knowing Fuyuhiko's whereabouts at all times, hinting to their connection. Sonia being pleased about Nagito's true nature which foreshadows that she's not the sterotypical girly girl princess. And when Teruteru breaks down he devolves into a country bumpkin accent which is so thick that most of the cast cannot understand it meaning Monomi has to step in to translate for him.

There is however a few things holding it back. Firstly Improved Hangman's Gambit which is a crime against humanity as while this isn't as bad as future chapters the sheer shittness of the minigame is not a good sign for what is to come. And when you BTA with Teruteru its the first time you have to construct a sentence but because in a fail for NISA, there is two gramatically accurate ways to say Meat On The Bone, this has led to a few failed attempts.

As for Teruteru as a character yes he does have layers to him as someone who cares about his family and did have both selfish and selfless reasons to kill; to protect everyone from Nagito and save his mother. These are way better reasons to kill then whatever fuckery the Chapter 3 killers do or Mitch. However this is a case where you need to play his FTEs to explore it and sadly most will be turned off by his perverted nature. As such most won't be that sad when he gets fired up in the volcano as he is quite the obnoxious character to a first time player. Todd Haberkorn really sells some of the performance here, and its a pity he then had to play as Korekiyo Shinguji.

It is a fun opening case which is really eleveted by the shock of Nagito's true nature but while Nagito is a phemominal character, like you said he kinda overshadows the actual victim and culprit of this case as a result. Still its one heck of a hook to keep you invested and unlike with SDRA2 which flunders and wastes its hook, Goodbye Despair keeps its hook firmly on and takes you on a wild ride throughout the entire game.

And considering we still have half the game left to cover on this list, its proof this hook will pay off handsomely. 2-1 isn't the best opening case because well 3-1 exists and NOTHING can top that, its still a very, very solid opener which will make you realise this isn't like Trigger Happy Havoc and all bets are off. Goodbye Despair? Your Despair dear player has only just began.

//Yeah, I actually genuinely do think that's the key reason why I think this trial is better.

//I would argue that it's really hard to seperate 2-1 and A2-1 because they probably the most similar in terms of the kind of tension they carry, and they are by far the most solid opening cases of the bunch, but the key difference is that DR2 STARTS strong, and then REMAINS strong for the rest of the game's run, wheras most of SDRA2's trials are middling at best.

//And yes, I know that the very bottom of this list was Case 3 of this game, but again, even that case had some standout things, and had some impact that really kept the narrative going. And a third of SDRA2's trials didn't even make it on the list.

//I've already said that DR2 has the best selection of Class Trials, and the only two of them that I think COULD be improved are Case 2 and 3, which, ironically, are the two SDRA2 chapters that didn't make the list.

//Everything else in Danganronpa 2 is fucking stellar, and this case is no exception.

//Actually going into what's being said here, I have to make a statement about the idea of Akira Ishida voicing a joke character that parody's the character that he played in the first game.

//For those who want context, Akira Ishida is the Japanese Voice Actor for Byakuya in the original game, and he's one of the most well-known Japanese Seiyuu's in the world. He's the voice of Gaara in Naruto, Cavendish in One Piece, Makoto Yuki in Persona 3 and its spinoffs, Akaza in Demon Slayer, Zeref in Fairy Tail, Kamisato Ayato in Genshin Impact, Luocha in Honkai: Star Rail, and Kotaro Katsuya in Gintama to name a couple.

//But my question is...does the Ultimate Imposter really COUNT as a gag character?

//Literally, the only thing about him that I can think of as being a gag is the fact that when we first meet him in Danganronpa 2, we immediately think that he's Byakuya, but he just got really fat for some reason. And in his later appearances he disguises himself as people, and somehow, everybody falls for it despite the fact that he's just so much larger than the original person.

//But besides that, Imposter is actually an insanely down to earth character, and I would even go so far as to say that one of the few good things that Danganronpa 3 did was expand upon him as a character. Sure, we never actually get the truth behind him, but his friendship/brothership with Ryota was very important for me when I first watched the show.

//He's also one of the only characters, from what I've seen, that everyone I've come across generally likes a lot. Like, people are indifferent towards Imposter at best, but no one outright DISLIKES him.

//Also, to be honest, as cool as the Monobeasts are, I...don't really care that they didn't get a lot of screentime. They kind of existed as a plot device to begin with, so having them be taken out offscreen/in Usami's minigame did not bother me.

//And it makes sense for them to reveal the fact that everyone's memories have been erased right off the bat with this game because most people HAVE played DR1 before DR2, so that revelation would lose some serious impact if it was revealed in the last trial. I like the fact that it's revealed here that their memories are gone, but it's in the later game that it's revealed what actually HAPPENED in those erased memories, and how fucked up it is.

//Also, fun fact, the stuff about Nagito Komaeda being an anagram of "Naegi Makoto da" is apparently a complete coincidence. At least as far as I checked.

//And yeah, you simply summed up why Nagito is probably the best antagonist in the series. And I'm sorry if this sounds really cheap as a response, but I'm not going to go into a character analysis on Nagito like so many have done before me.

//But I think I speak for most people when I say that throughout all the games we've played, and all the media we've consumed, we have never come across a character that is quite like him.

//Even if there are characters in later media, including some Fangans, that try to replicate the nature of Nagito, he really is the symbol of how Danganronpa is so substantial as a series, because he's never compared to people. People compare other people to HIM.

//But I think what makes him so great is how he takes the very straightforward moral issue of Hope Vs Despair, and blurs the lines so it's not straightforwardly Good Vs Evil. Because he's an extremist, in the same vein as Junko, but for the idea that Makoto advocated against Junko, and that's what makes him so interesting from the get go.

//Also, as much as I do love the English cast of this game, and as much as I do love that Bryce Papenbrook to this day still likes to appearse Nagito's fanbase from time to time, I actually will concede with you on the voice acting point.

//Not only did Ogata voice Makoto in Game 1, Nagito in Game 2, but she voices Pochi in World End Club, Doctor in Akudama Drive, and is apparently lined up to voice one of the main characters of The Hundred Line as well. It's honestly surprising that she's not in Rain Code as well.

//And that's without mentioning that, as a result of voicing both Makoto and Nagito, she voices in literally EVERY iteration of the main Danganronpa series, and even sings the ending music for the games.

//The woman is a legend.

//As for the trial itself, yeah, something I never actually mention with Danganronpa 2 is that the way Trial 1 portrays its characters, one thing that immediately makes it stand out from the first game is that every character does what they can to pitch in. And everyone has something important to say at one point when it comes to solving the mystery.

//That even goes for some of the more non-serious/dumb characters like Akane and Ibuki. Even though Akane doesn't fully understand what's going on, and Ibuki doesn't take anything seriously despite the circumstances, at least once, both of them do come up with some important suggestions as to how the crime happened.

//Which is more than I can say for Trial 1 of DR where characters like Toko are so quick to point the finger at Makoto, and just remain unrelenting for no reason without considering the alternatives. I swear to god, in the first trial of that game, Kyoko felt like the only person who actually gave a shit.

//And yeah, I would say that while I do hate "Improved" Hangman's Gambit with a fiery passion, it doesn't get THAT bad until Chapter 3 earliest, and even then, it's basically the only bad minigame in this game, and it doesn't show up THAT much anyway.

//Something else that I think is funny is that before I even got into Danganronpa 2, I saw the character designs for the cast, and for some reason, I looked at Teruteru, and immediately thought that Todd Haberkorn was gonna voice him. It just felt to me like the type of character he would excel at.

//I really do feel bad for Haberkorn because he voices two of the most universally despised and perverse characters in the series, yet he delivers their lines with such passion. To be honest, I do dislike Kiyo, but his actions in Trial 3 and his motive are, honestly speaking, the only two things about him that I DO dislike. Everything else about him is fantastic, especially Haberkorns portrayal of him.

//And honestly, I would argue that, yeah, okay, V3-1 is a better trial for me, but that's purely because of the narrative. I do generally think that if we were basing this ranking on mystery and investigation ALONE, then this trial, followed closely by A2-1, takes the cake as the best opener.

-Mod

[sofipitch]

I finished Iron Widow and have too many opinions to put in one storygraph reviews so I'm dumping it all here:

I feel very conflicted upon finishing this one. It honestly haunted me before I read it bc I like the author as a YouTuber and I'd seen such conflicting views. I just had to know. But now that I've read it I get why there was a mixed bag. So the best I can do is is a pro con list

Cons:

-Extremely didactic with a level of unsubtlety heretofore unknown

-This didactic-ness comes from a protagonist where we never learn how she got those beliefs, when even she acknowledges that the patriarchy can also make women misogynistic. She also doesn't interact meaningfully with many women, she is mostly in conflict with them, no actual female friends

-So this is sold as a retelling of irl Wu Zetian 's but she has very little in common with her other than starting off a concubine and rising to power. One interesting thing about irl Zetian is her father paid to have her educated, which is what helped her become empress, she wasn't just naturally smarter, she had a dad who invested more in her than was expected at the time, and likely loved her. While in this book Zetian 's dad is like a charicature of a misogynist. Irl Zetian was also not an ultra feminist, she stepped on a lot of women to get where she did, one common historian belief being she killed her own infant daughter so she could accuse another woman of killing her to get that lady out of her way. The Zetian in this book has been flattened of a lot of the complexity compared to the real deal. This is the second "girlboss historical figure but in sff" I've read very recently and I can't help but wonder why say you are basing your character off these ppl when there is so little of them there? Idk it feels a bit like the further extension of the Greek myth retelling trend, where the girlboss character shares barely little in common with the OG. Like fudging the historical timeline I'm fine with, it's more just the complete remodel that has me wondering why not just let it be an OC. So she's lightly inspired by the first empress of China, it's barely her

-Not very sympathetic to those with alcoholism even though it's clear the author thinks it is. The MC has a paradigm shift and is much nicer to a character after realizing they were forced to drink. Which might be an opioid wars metaphor but either way it's kind of shitty the character has to be the perfect victim to receive sympathy. I feel like the moment it was revealed he wasn't a "self-inflicted alcoholic" it really pulled me out of the story. Like damn what does this imply about people who are?

Pros:

-Extremely self-indulgent in a way I just fuck with. I think more authors should put whatever they want in books regardless of whether they think it'll sell well. This book has a ton of moments or details that are just so over the top it's cringe but also I respect the willingness to not reign it in. For example just one of the two love interests is simultaneously:

1.So dangerous he needs to be muzzled and leashed

2. A poor little helpless guy who struggled to see without his big glasses (Some Like It Hot, anyone?)

3. A sickly boy detoxing from alcohol and needs to be fed soup

4. One of the world's only feminists, he needs to be taught nothing about feminism has internalized none of the toxic culture around him

Like isn't what I just listed insane? I kind of like when I feel like I'm peaking into an author's head. But it amused and compelled me. 

-I really enjoyed the inclusion of Chinese culture into the universe. I feel like a lot of current and queer sff authors are trying to include POC in their universes, but they often do so without any culture added, like you'll have a cast of racially diverse characters but no actual difference in culture or values or even speech patterns they are like fully assimilated in a way that doesn't actually feel diverse (cough cough Murderbot). So this was refreshing and was kind of seamless and not over-explained (Imperial Radch, love this series but there are like 3 cultural details, TEA, and they are repeated sooooo often. And I am not a LOTR/Sanderson give me every detail of your universe kind of reader)

-I did get the feeling while listening that teenage me would have really liked this, especially the over dramatic shit like "Welcome to your nightmare!" What can I say, at the end of the day I love over the top. Since this is a young adult novel some stuff like the didactic nature is part of the genre which I am no longer the target audience, but the younger me would have appreciated it

-I listened to this during finals week because it was an easy read, I was catching up on a lot of procrastinated neurobio textbook reading at the same time, so if you need something entertaining but low cognitive effort, this is for you

Overall 3/5 for being a mixed bag

[saibugslegacy]

Ambrose Ask Game

I realized this morning that I forgot how ask games work and just did Odysseus' entire thing so I am a fool but I am now a committed fool. Questions from @rypnami

1) if your mc was an animagus, what would their form be? if they are, what is their form?

I think Ambrose’s animagus form would be, ironically, an eagle. They’re fiercely loyal and will fuck you UP, along with being good caretakers of their young

2) if they could choose what animagus form they would take, would it be the same? or would they want to have a different animal form?

I think he’d choose some type of bird, maybe a raven or crow, but he wouldn’t mind an eagle too

3) does your mc have a favourite colour? why is it their favourite?

Green, because Slytherin is the first real home he ever had

4) in a modern au, would your mc use social media? what would their preferred platform be? why is if their preferred one?

Ambrose would use Tumblr unironically. He’s just fucking weird and it’s easier to avoid arguments, also it’s more anonymous than twitter or Facebook or especially Instagram. He has a twitter account but has not opened the app in two years. He’s more likely to use Facebook. I could also see him using Snapchat, the messages disappearing would make him feel less nervous

5) did you consult wand lore when choosing their wand? if so, why did you pick what you did? if not, would you ever change wand details to match your mc?

I did consult wand lore because I am an absolute nerd. Ambrose’ wand is Aspen wood and phoenix feather. I chose Aspen wood because it’s particularly suited to martial magic and duelling, which is where Ambrose excels via Ancient Magic, and it’s masters are strong minded, determined, and drawn to quests. I was really sold though with this quote from the Wizarding World website: “this is a wand for revolutionaries.” Phoenix feather is because it has a huge range for its magic and Ambrose is at least average in most forms average. Plus it’s a rare and picky wand and Ambrose has a very “chosen one” energy the rest of my mcs dont have as much

6) what is your mc’s diet? are they vegan, vegetarian, do they eat whatever? Why?

Ambrose will eat literally anything you put in front of him, because he doesnt want to be rude or ungrateful, and because he didnt grow up with the ability to reject food because he never knew when the next time he’d eat was

7) what is your mc’s backstory as to why they didn’t join hogwarts until 5th year? or did you retcon that part of the story when creating them?

Ambrose was raised by two squibs who were SUPER bitter and hated wizards, so he grew up subconsciously suppressing his magic, especially since his brother’s magic was so destructive. He was teetering on the edge of becoming an obscurial but at the least second he let out all the magic he’d been suppressing while protecting Everett from his own fire (getting burned in the process). He got his Hogwarts letter when they went out a few months later, wrote back refusing to go, then Fig showed up and his efforts combined with Everett convinced him to go

8) what house is your mc in? why are they in that house? 

Ambrose is in Slytherin because, while he has a moral code, he is completely willing to set it aside whenever he feels like he needs to. Ex, he thinks killing is bad but is absolutely willing to murder someone if he feels he has no other option. He’ll feel shitty about it afterward but he’ll do it

9) were you inspired by characters from other media when making your mc? if so, which characters? and how did they influence your mc? 

Not really? Harry Potter a little but only in the sense of the main character/chosen one energy

10) does your mc have any special abilities? (legilimens, parsletongue, metamorphagus, etc) how do they choose to use these powers? did you give them powers for fun, or does it relate to their backstory/plot?

Post game he becomes able to channel the Ancient Magic for a wider range of abilities and can become a host of it, like the avatar state, but nothing outside of ancient magic

11) what is your mc’s blood status? how does it affect their time at hogwarts? how does it affect their home life?

His parents both have wiarding blood but since they’re both squibs he is technically a half blood. It doesn’t affect his home life much, but it does affect his life at Hogwarts for a bit because of a bunch of people being bitchy about a half-blood Slytherin. But him, Sebastian, Ominis, and Imelda shut that shit down fast

12) did your mc open the repository? why or why not? 

He did not open the Repository because he felt bad 

13) if your mc opened the repository, how did absorbing all that power affect them, if it did at all?

N/A

14) what does your mc think of the keepers? do they trust them? why or why not?

Trusts them overall but does get kind of annoyed at them sometimes over their lack of urgency and refusal to tell him anything

15) how does your mc’s story continue after 5th year? how do they cope with everything that happened with ranrok, sebastian, etc?

Not to give toooo much away but Ambrose’s story in 6th year mainly has to do with trying to get Ominis away from his family, raising Everett while also attending school, and dealing with black market smugglers trying to get their hands on powerful rare artifacts, in this case the Ancient Magic wand, the Deathly Hallows, and the Founders Relics. Thankfully, it isn’t long before a young witch transfers from Beauxbatons to help, a witch with very familiar powers…..

16) did your mc learn the unforgivables? why or why not?

They did because, while they are a last resort, he likes having some “break glass in case of emergency” spells

17) did your mc turn in sebastian? why or why not?

He did not, even though he was really pissed at him at the time, because he is a gay loser

18) what is your mc’s family like? do they have siblings? do they still have parents?

His parents SUCK, and his little brother Everett might as well be Ambrose’s son. He is a little goblin with fire powers and the most precious baby in the whole world and he will burn you alive

19) does your mc have a love interest? who is it? why did your mc fall for that character, if they do have a love interest?

I like to play with my MCs like dolls and make aus where they have different love interests, but the canon love interests for Ambrose are Sebastian and Ominis

20) does your mc have a favourite spell? if so, what is it and why do they like it the most?

Depulso, it gets people the fuck away from him and it’s really easy for crowd control, not to mention to just knock someone off a cliff and now you dont have to deal with them

21) if you could change anything that the mc does in the game, what would it be? why would you change it? how would you change it? (ie; a line they say, an event of a quest, things of that nature)

I really wish we could see MC trying to cope more and get comforted. I want MC especially to have more of a reaction to literally being kidnapped by Rookwood and suddenly they’re being attack on all sides, or maybe some PTSD at the dragon fighting ring or in the fight with dragon Ranrok because of the dragon attack at the beginning. It’s hard to get invested in them when they have no reaction to anything. They are 15!! Let them be scared and sad! Also they should have absolutely ripped Sebastian a new one after his little “ignorant” comment

22) does your mc have any pets? if so, why do they have the pets they have? and for fun, what are their pets’ names?

After 5th year he gets an owl so he can keep in touch with his friends and once they get away from his parents him and Everett get a Kneazle named Sock because Everett found him rummaging in a shoe

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

I just kinda fucked around and found out honestly, even his burn scar I didn’t figure out the source for until later. Ambrose was also the first MC I played with so he started as a sort of self insert while I experienced the game for the first time, then became his own character my second playthrough 

24) where is your mc from? where is their family from?

His father is from London and his mother is Greek

25) what is your mc’s favourite season? why is it their favourite?

Autumn, he likes being cozy and thinks the leaves are pretty

26) how about your mc’s favourite holiday? what makes it special to them?

Halloween, no particular reason other than that it’s in Autumn honestly, but he does like how excited Everett gets to trick or treat around their little hamlet

27) if your mc wasn’t in their current house, where would they have been sorted? why do you think they’d be there?

Hufflepuff because of his his loyalty. Outside of his resourcefulness his loyalty is a core part of himself and what fuels most of his actions. The entire plot is spawned because of Ambrose's loyalty to and trust in Fig.

28) does your mc have a favourite childhood toy? if so, what was it? do they still have it with them?

Not really, though he did like to use sticks and pretend they were wands and swords

29) what kind of music would your mc like? is there a reason?

I think he’d like whatever genre Conan Gray counts as, purely based on vibes

30) last but not least, just tell us something you love about your mc! 

I love his silly freckles and that he has long hair despite being a trans guy, I think he looks very pretty :3

[christa-tomlinson-romance-author]

To the Victor Pt 3

A GhostSoap fic pt 3/?

Pre-relationship - Omegaverse - NSFW in later parts - mentions of omega trafficking - Dubcon in later parts

Soap was confident his team would get him out of this mess. He just didn’t know how they would do it. He remained alert, scanning the arena for any signs that they were about to infiltrate. Even chained as he was, he had to be ready.

He’d expected to have better success with this mission. Assumed it would be like Las Almas, where El Sin Nombre’s people had bought his story, allowing him entrance to their compound. In this case, he’d made it into the underground headquarters, brought in on a truck with other attendants who worked the omega auctions. But something about him had caused one of the guards to suspect that he wasn’t an ordinary attendant. Maybe he hadn’t been subservient enough, his gaze too direct.

The guard had made a call and within minutes, Soap had been yanked away from the others, patted down, and stripped. His ear piece was found, taken, and destroyed. And then, since he was an omega, they’d decided to sell him. A way to make him disappear and earn money for their trafficking ring. A lovely two-fer for them.

His only saving grace was they didn’t know he was SAS. With his tattoo covered with heavy-duty stage makeup, they’d assumed he was a member of the civilian organization that worked to end omega trafficking. If they had realized he was military, they probably would have killed him instead of prepping him to be sold on the black market.

Now, here he was greased and trussed up like a Christmas goose. Close to a hundred alphas leered at him as he spun on this stupid bed, shouting out lewd comments, and flashing their cocks. If he wasn’t muzzled, he would have had quite a few choice words to fling back at the filthy bastards.

But he didn’t need to worry about the alphas in the stands. His concern was the three alphas who’d just filed into the sand pit below him. Those fuckers had paid for a chance to claim him and if his team didn’t get there soon, he might actually end up leaving with one of them.

Each of the fight participants looked strong and capable so he couldn’t guess which would win. Of course, once he was alone with the winner, he’d be able to take them out and make his escape. But he’d rather it not go that far.

The MC, who’d been riling up the crowd describing Soap’s assets and what to expect in the fight, went quiet for a moment. Then he made an excited announcement.

“We have a last-minute entrant!”

A fourth man walked into the ring. He was bigger than the other three. Tall. Thick, tattooed arms, broad chest. Commanding stride. Dressed all in black. Dark eyes. Blond hair and a scarred face.

Soap nearly lurched against his restraints when he realized. Ghost. Ghost had come for him. And he’d unmasked to do it. A tidal wave of relief washed over him. Ghost, the man he trusted with his life, was there to save him once again.

He knew better than to let on that he recognized his lieutenant. But when their eyes met, they shared a moment of wordless communication.

Thank fuck you’re here.

I’ll get you out of this.

After their quick connection, Ghost turned his attention to the MC.

“Are we allowed to kill?” he asked in his battlefield roughened voice.

Soap wanted to laugh at the question. Those poor bastards about to fight had no idea that an unleashed beast stood among them.

The MC looked scandalized. “No killing. We’re not animals. Simply beat your opponents into submission. Last alpha standing wins the prize.”

Ghost gave a single nod at the MC’s answer. He shook his arms out, then stood there unmoving, strong and steady in his boots. He looked calm and ready. And so fucking hot, with his massive chest straining against that tight tee and his blond curls tangled and falling over his forehead, that Soap wanted to scream behind his muzzle. Not that he needed a muzzle to keep from screaming out his desire for his lieutenant. He’d been doing that just fine on his own for months.

 With an excited shout of Fight! from the MC, the battle between the alphas was on. One of the fighters clocked Ghost as the biggest threat, and rushed at him to take him out first. Ghost clenched his fist but didn’t move. The second the rushing alpha was within reach, Ghost swung and hit him with a brutal punch to the temple – knocking him out cold.

As the man was falling, Ghost shoved his limp body to the side, clearing the way to the other two alphas. They decided to take him on together. Ghost fought them both, vicious and controlled, with strikes that were just shy of lethal. When Ghost got an opening, he threw his head forward, slamming it into the face of the shorter opponent. Blood sprayed and the alpha staggered back.

“He broke my fucking nose!” he shouted.

Ghost stared the man down with his intense gaze, made all the more unsettling with the blood splatter on his face.

“Come back over here and I’ll break something else,” he cooly taunted.

The man wildly shook his head. He stepped out of the ring, eliminating himself.

One opponent left.

Soap never took his eyes off Ghost as the two alphas squared off. As always, he loved to watch the big lieutenant fight. The fact that this fight was over him, Ghost snarling and throwing fists and elbows in order to win him, did things to Soap. This entire scenario fed into fantasies that he would no doubt be replaying in his head on full Technicolor loop after lights out every night, despite the fact that this was only for a mission and not Ghost actually wanting to win Soap for himself.

Soap gave himself a mental shake to stay focused. He had no doubt that Ghost would win. His muscles tensed, anticipating the end of the challenge and his impending freedom. And if a drop of slick fell into the ridiculous shorts he was wearing while his eyes were on his lieutenant, that was nobody’s business but his.

End Pt 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

[dcvilgrams]

DO THEM ALL!!! unless like you actually don't want to and then do 🕸 and 💀

since this lovely person really did ask me to do them all... under the cut you can find them~

obey me mc ask game | my ask

😈: WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE BROTHER?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"I―how―wha―I can't just choose a favorite! They're all my brothers and I love them all equally in their own unique ways for their own unique reasons! Pssht... asking me to pick a favorite... that's just cruel.

"But I guess if I have to give some kind of answer, Asmodeus was the first one I really thought of as my brother. He's been with me since day one and I'm so grateful for everything he's done for me."

👻: WHAT RACE ARE YOU? HUMAN?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Well... the position was asking for a human exchange student to attend RAD so... no shit, Sherlock? I don't really know what to say to that."

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"O-kay― so technically I was born human, yes. And I attended RAD through the exchange program as a human student. But... okay... so here's what happened, try and keep up.

"Lord Diavolo had Barbatos send me back in time so I could figure out how Belphie managed to combine my three pacts with Asmo, Levi, and Satan with Ayla's two pacts with Mammon and Beel in order to escape the attic. But when I found him he... well, he killed me. These things happen. Barbatos brought me back by making the reality where I lived the real reality, and so it was like it never happened.

"Except it did. I remembered all of it―dying, going back in time, everything that Barbatos said I should have eventually forgotten. And then I started having these... these episodes. Where it's like I was conscious, but I was trapped in my body. It was terrifying to say the fucking least.

"So it turns out something just... went wrong with sealing off the other reality―you know, the one where I kicked the bucket. And so my body would be into these episodes where I was basically living in my own corpse; like my body and my soul couldn't decide which reality I belonged to. Luckily, Barbatos found a way to fix that. I just needed to access enough of his reality-altering powers to actively choose to stay in the reality where I lived. And, y'know, there's only one way to access that much of a demon's power...

"So one pact and 88% of my soul sold off later, everything seemed peachy! Except... a-ha... turns out I tapped into too much reality-altering power. Enough that when combined with my fear of having to leave the Devildom and my unconscious desire to belong with the brothers... I kinda... turned myself into a demon?

"Ta..........da........?"

🔮: DO YOU POSSESS MAGIC?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Much to literally everyone's surprise... yeah? Like I fully expected to walk into that Spells Placement Exam and see myself out without being asked but nope. Turns out conjuring even a tiny ball of flame in your hand still counts as bona-fide magic."

🖤: WHICH OF THE SINS DO YOU ALIGN WITH?

answered here

[needle]: DO YOU BELIEVE IN FATE?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Absolutely. And I believe that everything that happens is a part of it―every harsh word, every bad day, every terrible choice is all mean to lead us to where we're supposed to be.

"Take me for example. Yes I suffered through years of addiction and recovery, but it made me stronger, and wiser, and led to me signing up for the RAD program―which led to being murdered by Belphie, which led to my pact with Barbatos―all of which led to me becoming the demon I was meant to be, marrying my soulmate Lucifer, living every day with a family who truly loves me.

"I do believe all the bad things had to happen to get me where I am today. And I wouldn't change a thing."

💜: WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"I was born in Sendai, in Northern Japan. My mom's job took her to cities all across the nation so I spent most of my younger life with my dad in Osaka ― I guess they divorced pretty early on, before I even turned a year old I think. I still don't really know why. My dad was a great guy. Best dad ever. He taught me how to read and write and was always cooking something delicious any time he was in the kitchen. He, uh... he passed in a car accident when I was five.

"So I had to go with my mom after that. We spent most of my formative years going from one city to the next. It wasn't exactly the best situation―the school districts definitely made it difficult for me when I hit my teens. And then... all of a sudden really out of the fucking blue, honestly mom's marrying this in-ground pool salesman Craig from the American Midwest and we're hauling ass to corn-town.

"I'd... rather not talk about the rest."

🕷: WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"It's irrational now, but there was a time it wasn't... and it's still stuck with me. The same nightmare ― that one day I'll be woken up, told to pack my things, break my pacts, and be forced back to the Human Realm... nothing and no one on my side... my family forever out of my reach."

🐈‍⬛: HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO ADJUST?

answered here

👿: WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE BROTHER?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Depends... what has Mammon done this time? ― Kidding, kidding; I'm kidding, I swear. Just like picking favorites, I can't pick a least favorite. They all annoy Luce and I in their own unique ways... which makes that list an endlessly-revolving one based on who did what and how badly they failed at covering it up."

🕸: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MAGICAL SUBJECT?

answered here

👾: DO YOU GAME WITH LEVI?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"We game every once in a while. Truth be told I have the video game coordination of someone who had their thumbs surgically replaced with their big toes, so I prefer to watch. We do frequently binge TSL together though. How could we not??"

💀: HOW IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH BELPHIE?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"To no one's surprise it was... rocky at first. How else are you supposed to describe your pseudo-friendship with your murderer? Especially since I kept re-living my death―talk about rubbing salt in the wound. But everyone was so happy to have him home and.... and well of course there's that whole thing about Ayla falling in love with him while planning his attic-rescue... eventually we found a good middle ground.

"And I'm happy to say that middle ground eventually just... smoothed out? I don't have a good analogy for it. I can't say exactly when, or what did it, but one day I just realized... I had forgiven him. And we were okay―better than okay―we were true brothers."

🦄: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MYTHICAL CREATURE?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Well they're not really mythical, but Hellnicorns are definitely my favorite creature native to the Devildom! Going on the Alpha hunt is still one of the top three most thrilling experiences of my life."

【the following is an excerpt from The Disaster Duo Chronicles, showcasing the hellnicorn herd】

There have to be about fifty of them. Maybe a few more. Spread out over a full-moon sky in small groups and then some. The smaller ones, babies probably, are indeed the size of regular pack horses. They gallop and whinny as a group of several chase each other by the tips of their horns. One scampers away before turning on gangly legs to lock horns with another, playfighting for dominance. The majority of them are the size of decent construction trucks— the kind with the extra set of back wheels that appear in a commercial with a man in a cowboy hat talking about letting freedom ring with a beer in hand, never shown on the road but only on dirt trails. They seem to have more than one horn on average; smaller secondary ones above or below the main ticket not unlike secondary wing characteristics. They graze and nudge each other, long tails swishing lazily. The big ones… those are the breath-takers. Four of them as big as, indeed, a two story house. Six nearby them just slightly shorter, but thicker and stockier. Likely from the same family branch. The biggest four have at least three horns, maybe several more small ones hidden in the shadows of the others. But that main horn has to be as long as Dagon is tall. And like all the others it shines a vibrant and glossy obsidian, as if carved from stone and bestowed as a crown for their majesty. Before Xhura can properly express his awe in a verbal fashion, the Alpha—oh it’s so obvious which one is the Alpha, standing mightier than the rest and covered in dark grizzled scar lines, eyes a milky white and filled with instinct like Xhura is coming to terms with really understanding—charges.

🔪: WHICH BROTHER WOULD YOU STAB?

answered here

♋️: WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

answered here

🎱: HAVE YOU GOTTEN DETENTION?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"You gotta be more specific here. Have I gotten detention ever in my life? Yeah, though it only started happening once I was introduced to the wonderful world of the Chicago Public School District. Feel the eye-roll of my words, I beg of you.

"But if you're asking if I've ever gotten detention at RAD? Hell no! Not only am I too excited for my classes to even think about missing them except you Seductive Speechcraft you little asshole, but there's no way in―well―Hell I'd risk whatever punishment Barbatos has in store there. Nu-uh, no thanks."

🦷: WHAT CHAPTER ARE YOU ON IN YOUR STUDIES?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Actually??? I have??? amazing news??? It took a lot of convincing but I finally got Lucifer to agree to let me sit the placement test for the Advanced-Placement Devildom History course!!

"I said before I have a knack for dates and things like that and the whole test is literally just this beautifully-made timeline of the Devildom from the Primordial Beginning to Diavolo's Father's reign and I'm so stupid excited to ace the fuck out of it???

"Huh? Oh, yeah that means I'll be sharing the course with Lucifer, that's right. ... No, no one else from the program or the House is in that course, why? Just what are you implying??? Hm??? That I would use History in such a nefarious not to mention slutty way? Is that it?

"Well... I can't even dignify that with an answer―nay... I won't. Hmph."

🎵: WHAT SKILLS DO YOU HAVE?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Hehe...heh... uhhh... I mean I've definitely gotten more than my fair share of compliments and praise about certain skills of mine the kind of skills that come in handy when you're strung out and desperate for another hit and your dealer is a sleazebag but hey nobody said addiction was pretty. But I'm more than just a good... that.

"I'm a pretty decent cook if I do say so myself. I'm also super obsessive over organizing and charting and color-coding―which has come in handy more than once since moving into the House of Lamentation. Even Lucifer has adopted my color-coordinated chore chart.

"I have my knack-for-dates thing, I'm fluent in both English and my native Japanese... let's see... what else... Oh, I guess I'm also really good about giving people the benefit of the doubt. You kinda have to be, you know, when you've hit rock bottom as many times as I have... aha... uh... is that enough? Cool."

🐃: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DEVILDOM FOOD?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Hands-fucking-down Barbatos' equine sashimi. Yeah, he normally only prepares it when he knows Dia-ji has had or is gonna have a stressful day, but once he found out I loved it so much, he basically makes it every time Luce and I stay for dinner after our bi-weekly budget meetings for RAD. If you've never tried it.... just do it. Stuff'll change your life."

☂️: DO YOU LIKE THE ETERNAL MOON?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"It was a bit jarring to get used to at first, but honestly with my adhd I've always functioned better at night anyway?? So it's been a great way to kinda trick my brain into jumping right into 'productive mode.'"

[wand]: ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH SOLOMON?

【the following is an excerpt from The Disaster Duo Chronicles, giving a pretty blunt look at Xhura's feelings towards Solomon the Wise】

“You… dare…” He’s tired. He’s so tired. He’s so… fucking tired. And his tail is lashing out. And he’s backing up, waving a hand and teleporting all of Ayla’s things out of the way and packed and to the castle foyer, and he’s— He’s… “You didn’t protect her from herself.” He’s punching Solomon in the face, feeling the amazing and wonderful fucking crunch of cartilage under his hand, and the fantastic blooming pain in his knuckles. And the next thing he knows he’s in Barbatos’ room. For everyone’s safety. Including his own.

🗝: HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE ATTIC?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Honestly? I really wish Ayla would stop going up there. Yes, we've confirmed she's not crazy and there is someone trapped in what's basically an attic-gilded cage up there. But there's a reason Lucifer gets so bristly about it... and I kinda trust his judgment.

"After all, the guy lied about being a human to try and get us to help him. What does that say about his character, or what he's capable of? The Devildom may look all shiny and cool and it is don't get me wrong but it's still dangerous as fuck. And maybe people behind hidden bars are dangerous as fuck too. That's all I'm saying."

✝️: ARE YOU RELIGIOUS?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Not... really? I mean my dad's side of the family has a long history of Shintoism and shrines and stuff but once I lost touch with them it all kinda went in one ear and out the other. And I definitely wasn't praying to a higher power when I was doing drugs. So... no, I'm not."

🖋: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF DIAVOLO?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Between you and me, I guess I expected the guy in charge of the Devildom to be a little more... stuffy? proper? uptight? I don't even know the word I'm looking for but Diavolo definitely didn't meet my mind's eye when it came time for introductions. But he seems eager to learn and adapt his rule to changing times in all three realms, so that's a good sign (I think?)

"And when he put on his big-prince pants... he's actually kinda scary. you'd never know that grinning dork is underneath those stern eyes and that set frown.

"Either way, he seems to have a good head on his shoulders―he makes good decisions; the fact he somehow slipped up and allowed my program invitation to be processed even though someone else had already been chosen aside."

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Wow... talk about a loaded question. Should I focus on when he begrudgingly allowed Barbatos to make a pact with me to keep me from dying on repeat? And how he seemed really reluctant to grant me an immigration status to live permanently in the Devildom?

"Or maybe instead I'll talk about when he was utterly convinced that I was the catalyst behind the Three Worlds Disasters―even if I wasn't aware of it? Which led to him deciding to revoke my pact with Barbatos―condemning me to death, and only finally believed it was actually Ayla's magic doing the destroying, not mine, at the literal last possible second??

"Then again, there's also a lot to be said about the fact that, during Hyakki Yako (when our friendship was at it's rockiest, mind you) we both were visited by a spirit guarding several precious memories of His deceased mother, the Late Demon Queen Ryoko, who then revealed to us that she was born human and had a human child before coming to the Devildom ― a child who turned out to be a very distant ancestor of... yup, you guessed it, this disaster demon boy! Thus making Diavolo some kind of convoluted distant-A-F uncle of mine??

"Yeah... there's definitely a lot to talk about when it comes to Lord Diavolo―or as I call him, Dia-ji―and how we feel about each other. It started out pretty rocky but... we're in a much better place now. I'm even gonna introduce him to some distant cousins from my dad's side of the family I got back in contact with this summer! He's so excited, it's honestly adorable."

🔗: WHAT ARE YOUR KINKS?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"Hey-o, whoa there... you're totally cool with asking someone you barely know that kinda thing? Who raised you? At least take me out to dinner first~!

"Nah but all kidding aside, my kinks are for me and my practically perfect in every way husband, Lucifer, to know... and for you to wonder about for several centuries at the very least~"

"𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑒... 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚... 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑~"

🤍: ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH SIMEON?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"I mean... kinda? We're friendly? I kinda keep a distance because didyouknowSimeonisactuallyChristopherPeugeot??? Mastermind and literary genius behind my literal favorite series-slash-creative world-slash-epic saga of all time??? Because... when I found out... I couldn't make so much as a sound in his presence for a whole-ass month, guys.

"So I kinda... just keep a friendly-yet-professionally-standard distance so as not to further embarrass myself."

♠️: DO YOU GAMBLE LIKE MAMMON?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"Uhhh... well I guess you could technically say I used to gamble with my life every time I took a hit or a pill, or tried something new and stupid and way strong. But thankfully no I've never had a real honest gambling addiction―I had too many other addictions to juggle."

🟣: WILL YOU BE SAD TO LEAVE THE DEVILDOM?

【season 1; human!Xhura】

"I'd.... ahem― I'd actually rather not talk about this... if that's okay?"

【the following is an excerpt from The Disaster Duo Chronicles, where Xhura admits to Asmodeus his wish to stay in the Devildom forever】

"You get to keep the DDD, you know?" “Yeah, and I can already promise you I’m going to lose every job I might find staring at it all day.” There’s no use in sugar-coating it. That’s exactly how bad it’s going to be for him. “I get to go back to crashing on couches and being a nothing. A waste of space. Ayla will still be going back and forth with you guys here and I’ll just be…” Xhura looks up with eyes bright with tears. “Is it weird I’ve only been here a month and a handful of weeks but I feel like it’s always supposed to be my home?”

🦴: WOULD YOU MAKE A DEAL TO COME BACK?

【post season 1; demon!Xhura】

"If I could go back in time now and tell that scared boy just how alright everything was gonna turn out... well... can't mess with time travel like that for my own selfish gains, of course, but... thankfully all his worrying was for nothing.

"Because we get to stay. Forever."

i....... literally....... cannot believe i actually managed to do them all??? you're a rockstar bb

[colorisbyshe]

what are your favorite albums of all time? choose as many as you want idek

Oh, is this inspired by my "details" post? Hmm, okay, let's try this:

"Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1" by Coheed and Cambria. It's a concept album and I could not tell you the fucking concept outside of like... misogyny and violence. AND YET... it has stood the test of time. The guitar on every song FUCKS. Interesting vocal tone. Experimental and nonsensical FUN rock music.

"Europop" by Eiffel 65. The blue da ba dee album. The rest of it is really fucking good pop electronica. Or it's just so nostalgic to me I can't see how generic it is. IDC, the synth goes oFF without being too high energy.

"Details" by Frou Frou, obviously. Similarly, "Speak For Yourself" by Imogen Heap. While these albums don't contain my FAVORITE songs involving Imogen, they are my fave collections of her work. Music that feels like nostalgia--like guzzling a sparkling potion that bubbles inside you and pushes your sadness and fears and LOVE from your heart into your pores. Pop music for people who care about storytelling, lyrics, and true emotional connection.

"Multitude" by Stromae. Another, "Idk if fmy fave songs are on this album, but the project on the whole is the best one." Diverse sound, brilliant execution every time.

"Heart Station" by Utada Hikaru. Choosing a favorite Utada piece is hard but I think this has the tightest collection of tracks? Similar appeal to Imogen, though the musical influences are ethereal in a different way.

"Las Ruinas" by Rico Nasty. It's hard to even describe this album but I like how Rico keeps pushing new boundaries. I do like the dancier tracks here.

"Alive 2007" by Daft Punk.If you know Daft Punk, this is essentially a megamix of some of their best songs.

"Coloris" by She. Chiptune, electronica, idk how to describe this album. Feels like your brain is being carbonated.

"Renaissance by Beyonce." Sorry, such a generic answer I feel but... she did it. She put all her power into a dance album with diverse sound, making it all accessible without being watered down.

"Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" by MCR because duh.

"Commit this to Memory" by Motion City Soundtrack. If you were an emo kid and wanted to kill yourself in the mid 2000s, you know this album. Even if it Kills Me is a close second, btw. Or My Dinosaur Life. I love a lot of MCS tbh. It's emo... pop rock, not surprising for me.

"eMOTIVe" by A Perfect Circle. It's alt rock. It's anti-war and depressing. "Passive" was playing in my head 24/7; I'd mentally turn it into an AMV every single day fo my life for like a year. I wrote a poem about it. "Thirteenth Step" is a very close second.

Technically, it should be "Hold Your Colour" by Pendulum, since it got me into Drum & Bass but I prefer the rockier depths of "Immersion."

"The Happy Star" Lexie Liu. Experimental pop music that reinvents itself each track, sampling from different genres. I just find it really enjoyable and keep returning to it. Might be recency bias.

"333" by Tinashe. An album tht contains the whole human experience--sadness to horniness. Good for her. You can dacne AND cry? Good for you.

"Remember that You Will Die" by Polyphia. Largely instrumental... prog rock meets trap meets electronica?

Choosing a one direction album feels like being threatened at gun point so I won't. Just know they belong here.

"Making Mirrors" by Gotye. People mock him for disappearing after someone that i used to know BUT DID YOU STREAM THE ALBUM?? Jazzy at times, rocky at times, psychedelic at times, BUT DID YOU LSITEN????

The Sims (Original Soundtrack). If you don't get it, I'm not explaining. Kill yourself.

"Perfect Velvet" by Red Velvet. I do think this album is the best kpop has to offer and I'm not fucking joking. I think SM put so much of their pussy in this track, it made their downfall years later inevitable. SM music is so sketchy now because the entir ecompany sold their souls (and pussies, bussies, and extraneous holes) for this album. "I Just" and "Kingdom Come" alone are like... god tier. R&B by a kpop group done CORRECTLY.

"Reborn" by Kavinsky. Feels like alternate timeline Daft Punk, including the The Weeknd knock off track. I couldn't... not love it.

Foster the People's "Supermodel." This alt-rock album got to me when I was profoudnly mentally ill in college and never let me go.

"Season of Poison" by Shiny Toy Guns. I love their first album just as much, tbh, but the anger feels like it's aged better. This album feels like a God's retribution. It feels a religious experience, including all the scary kinds.

"What's Your PLeasure?" by Jessie Ware. Disco-y pop. Sensual. Slick. Longing.

"1 of 1" by Shinee. CHoosing a Shinee album was HARD. Incredible kpop. If you want SIIIINGERS, COME HERE LISTEN OT THEMMM.

and if I didn't want Brendon Urie dead it would be a fever you can't sweat out btu I literally can' tlisten to his voice without my stomache hurting so

I'm probably missing a bunch but these are the first to come ot mind while quickly scrollin thru my phone

feel free to ask me my fave tracks off the album or by these artists

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

// tw mentions of murder, gang violence and drugs

Not a dream but I read a really weird RPF crossover fanfic a little while ago that had Kurt Cobain, Peter Murphy from Bauhaus, Ian Curtis and Billie Joe Armstrong in a mafia drug cartel gang hybrid (like they ruled over LA, killed people, sold drugs and shit). Kurt ans Peter were there once and that scene was when the druglord/don (who irl is a rockstar from the late 60s) said they were now in charge of the narcotics division in the 1st chapter which was the same chapter that had Ian betrayed the gang by refusing to kill someone and was now on the run from them. Throughout the whole story, Ian anonymously gives warnings to the MC (who irl is a alt pop singer from the late 2000s) that she shouldn't trust her new boyfriend (the same don from before) because he's secretly a druglord, that Ian knows all about the druglord's plans, that he's a murderer etc. and MC's just like "but I love him and there's nothing that could make me change my mind 🥺". Billie is a former member of the gang who was dropped for being late on meetings and he finds Ian and helps him help the MC but then he does a full 180 in the final chs where Billie reveals he didn't actually leave the gang and he was still working for druglord in secret and was reporting Ian's actions to him which leads to a gang war. To keep it short, Ian is one of the only characters that survived, Billie's fate was ambiguous.

Obviously the whole fic isn't centered around the gang stuff and it's only one of the many main plots going around but still it's one of the important ones. They also weren't tye only 90s artists in the fic (Courtney love and Axl rose where there too, just not in a gang) nor was it mostly just 90s artists but still. It was pretty fucking weeird and was written like the author was passionate and serious about it rather than a full on crack fic. It was also not in english but in some european(??) language so it'd be difficult to track down but goddamn I want to read it again for some reason

I... I don't even know where to begin with this

[kingofbodyrolls]

Okay. breathe. 

Inhale.

Exhale.

FUCKING HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM NOT JOKING WHEN I SAY THAT I LOVED IT. Like. I ADORED it. Period. And now, Jae, let me tell you what I loved—I’m probably gonna quote your lines and if this turns into an essay, I’m really sorry 🙏😂

Okay. First off. The tone. Immaculate!!!! I love all the time you took to set the stage for MC standing in the rain, pouring, and how it made her feel and how fucking cold it was.

And it was at this point that I felt my heart racing, picking up speed because then it turned a very very soft thriller vibe—the car? Who is it, and why did they turn around? Like that writing was just perfect. Her fears, and then, as soon as she saw who it was 🥰

These three sentences—like, I know they are simple, right? But they are SO IMPACTFUL ✨

Were you happy? No. Relieved? Not even close. Scared? Absolutely.

And then the whole situation in the car! HELLO? “Yes mr. Park” FUCK. That was just so hot, even though she said it kinda timid, and THEN, and THEN the banter—like out of nowhere MC just shows her teeth and I was like YEAH TELL HIM GIRL 🤭

Okay, I have to highlight this section, because when MC screamed at him to shut up waving her hands in the air—that was so fucking hilarious to me I straight up laughed. I was choking on my laughter 🤣

Your jaw clenched, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “Shut up,” you hissed, your voice low but dripping with frustration. Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting in mock disbelief. “Did you just—” “Yes, yes, yes! I just told you to shut uuuupppp!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air.

And then when he could see her bra. I mean, he was behaving like a gentleman and giving her his jacket. CUTE 🥰 Even though throughout he was behaving a bit like a dick—and when it turned out that he has feelings for her towards the end. EPIC and I were sold right then and there.

Honestly—their whole banter was just amazing! Love their characters!!! 

And when he was taking her home to his place 😂 I was like, is he kidnapping her??? 😂

And more hilarious banter (it was so fucking good!!!!)

And the creme de la creme for me was this epic moment:

His dark eyes glinted with amusement as he opened his mouth to respond— And then you sneezed. Hard. Right into his face.

I was laughing so hard I was wheezing 🤣 And every freaking time she sneezed on him, omfg. I know sneezing isn’t really sexy or anything, and I might be totally weird for finding it somewhat sexual, lol.

Anyway. I just love Jimin—like he sounds kinda cold and rough, but he’s just hiding his love for her. Probably doesn’t want to do too much because they are boss/employee? And you put him in sweatpants??? 😭 Are you trying to kill us? He looks so good and it’s so easy to imagine with your perfect writing!!!

And when he said they were going to bed—my mind was going feral, like please sleep in the same bed, tuck her in, ANYTHING. And I did not expect her to faint, and for him to worry so much, awwww 🥹

And then when he said this:

His gaze softened, and he smiled—a small, almost shy smile, but one that made your chest ache. "Sleep tight, love. We have something important to talk about tomorrow." And with that, he closed the door softly behind him.

LOVE? SLEEP TIGHT LOVE!

What you did to my heart right there. That is peak FLUFF. Mastery. I loved it and I was swooning. My heart was soaring and then he slept on the couch like a truly gentleman 😭

I mean—it was just so freaking fluffy and funny with banter. What’s not to love? And truly, I fucking loved it. It’s a new favorite of mine. You made me laugh, you made me smile and giggle and you warmed my heart with your words and these characters, so thank you so much 🥰

A true masterpiece, and a story that proves you don’t need to have smut to have an amazing story that can move you ✨

I’m sorry for my very long review. I like rambling and talking (if you couldn’t tell that already lol).

⛈️🤒❤️‍🩹😚 + Jimin pretty please

TITLE: Almost Romantic

PAIRING: jimin x reader

GENRE: rom-com, slice of life(?), Slow burn, Drama

WORD COUNT: 6k

TRIGGER WARNING: none (this is the first time i'm writing something with no trigger warning! hehe)

SUMMARY: After an awkward car ride in the rain, you end up at Park Jimin's fancy place, sneezing and fighting off both a cold and your long-time crush on him.

a/n: This story is entirely a work of fiction and is the sole property of @kookiewithluv. The characters, events, and scenarios depicted are products of the imagination and are not intended to represent or reflect real-life situations, nor do I wish for anything portrayed here to occur in reality. I kindly ask that my work not be copied, translated, or reposted as your own on this or any other platform, including YouTube. Please respect the effort and originality behind this piece. Thank you for your understanding and support.

a/n: Hey Anon! First off, let me apologize for taking forever to get back to you. I mean, wow, it took me so long you'd think I was trying to cure world hunger or something. Honestly, I have no idea what I ended up doing, and after all this time, I can only hope it's halfway decent. If you like it, please tell me so I can stop questioning all my life choices. And thank you for sending a Jimin request because OMG, I am dangerously obsessed with this man. Seriously. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Luv ya!

The rain hammered down in relentless sheets, drumming against the tin roof of the bus stop above you. The cold air howled through the deserted street, wrapping itself around you like an unwelcome guest. The flickering streetlight cast a pale, ghostly glow, its harsh light accentuating the emptiness around you. You hugged yourself tightly, your arms gripping your sides as if you could hold yourself together.

You shivered, your breath coming out in quick, visible puffs. The dampness seeped through your clothes, clinging to your skin and chilling you to the bone. Drops of water slid down your face, some from the rain, others threatening to spill from your eyes. You blinked them away furiously, biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking down. Mina had warned you about staying late at the office, but as always, you thought you knew better. Now you stood here, stranded and freezing, your phone a useless piece of metal in your bag.

A gust of wind tore through the street, whipping your hair into your face and dragging the rain sideways. You turned your head away, teeth chattering. The cold felt like it was pressing in, squeezing the air from your lungs. You couldn’t even hear your own shaky breathing over the roar of the storm.

The faint glow of headlights pierced through the rain, growing brighter as the car approached. Your heart surged with a flicker of hope, and you stumbled forward, arm jerking up to wave frantically. “Please,” you whispered, though your voice was swallowed by the storm. “Please stop.”

The car’s tires splashed through a puddle, sending icy water spraying onto your shoes. Its headlights illuminated you for a split second before sweeping past, leaving you in the dark once more. You stood frozen, your arm still raised as you stared after the fading taillights.

Your chest tightened, and you swallowed hard, trying to choke back the lump rising in your throat. Your hand dropped slowly to your side, trembling as you clenched it into a fist. The ache in your chest grew heavier, a suffocating weight that pressed against your ribs. A tear slipped free, quickly hidden by the rain streaking down your face. You swiped at your cheeks angrily.

The wind howled again, and you crumpled onto the cold bench behind you, wrapping your arms around you, tightly. Your nails dug into your damp sleeves as your shoulders began to shake. You couldn’t cry—what good would it do? No one was coming. No one ever did. The darkness pressed in closer, whispering that you were alone, as you rocked yourself gently.

Your heart jolted as you caught sight of the same car stopped just a few feet away. Its brake lights glowed faintly in the rain before it suddenly began reversing. The tires splashed through puddles, the sound sharp against the muffled roar of the storm. Before you could process what was happening, the car screeched to a halt right in front of you.

Were you happy? No.

Relieved? Not even close.

Scared? Absolutely.

Your legs locked in place as you stared at the car, your mind racing. Why would someone stop now after ignoring you the first time? The question sent a shiver down your spine. The pounding rain felt distant compared to the thunderous beating of your heart. Every nerve screamed at you to run, but your feet refused to move. You tried to steady your breathing, silently chanting, Stay calm, stay calm, but your chest tightened like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

The car door opposite you creaked open, the noise slicing through the storm like a warning bell. Your body tensed, muscles coiling as if preparing to bolt. But just as quickly, the door slammed shut again. What? Your brows furrowed, and for a fleeting moment, confusion overpowered fear. Is this person okay? Or are they just messing with me?

The passenger window began to lower, gliding down with a soft whoosh. Your breath hitched as a familiar face emerged, half-shrouded in the shadows of the car's interior. Park Jimin. Your boss. Your obnoxiously attractive, arrogant, self-absorbed boss. Relief washed over you like a bucket of icy water, though it was short-lived.

“Get in,” he commanded, his voice low and clipped as he motioned impatiently with his hand. You hesitated, frozen under his sharp gaze, but another gust of wind pushed you forward, your feet dragging against the puddled pavement. The rain soaked you even more as you opened the car door and slid in, trembling from the cold. The interior smelled faintly of leather and expensive cologne, but any sense of comfort was destroyed by his sharp voice cutting through the space.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? What the hell are you doing here at this time of night? And why were you walking so damn slow?”

Your head snapped toward him, your eyes narrowing despite the exhaustion clawing at you. Of course, his first instinct wasn’t to ask if you were okay but to criticize. You forced a tight-lipped smile, your fingers curling into the damp fabric of your skirt.

“Yes, Mr. Park. I’m perfectly fine,” you bit out, the words dripping with sarcasm you tried to mask behind a strained politeness. Your fake smile wavered as you glanced at him, silently debating whether strangling him would be worth losing your ride home.

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head slightly, as though reading your thoughts. His eyes trailed over your face, lingering for a moment before they dropped lower. You noticed the shift in his expression too late. His gaze flicked to your collarbone, then downward. His eyes widened briefly before he snapped his head forward, clearing his throat with a harsh sound.

Confused, you frowned and followed his gaze. Your stomach sank as your eyes landed on the problem. Your white blouse, drenched from the rain, clung to your body like a second skin, and the bright red lace of your bra was clearly visible underneath.

A gasp escaped your lips as your arms flew up instinctively to cover your chest. “Oh my god,” you muttered, turning your body away from him, your face heating despite the cold. You shot him a glare over your shoulder, clutching your arms tightly around yourself.

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze entirely. He shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose as he shrugged off his blazer. Without a word, he leaned over and held it out to you. You snatched it from his hand, your lips twisting into a scowl.

“You could’ve stopped the car near me,” you muttered under your breath, slipping the warm fabric over your shoulders. The faint scent of his cologne clung to it. So... manly.

His head snapped toward you, brows furrowed. “So, it’s my fault now?”

“Duh!” you shot back, pulling the blazer tighter around yourself as if it could shield you from his attitude.

“And what about the fact that you were walking so maddeningly slow? Like you were planning to camp out there all night?”

Your jaw clenched, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “Shut up,” you hissed, your voice low but dripping with frustration.

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting in mock disbelief. “Did you just—”

“Yes, yes, yes! I just told you to shut uuuupppp!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air. Your voice echoed sharply inside the car, silencing him completely. The weight of your outburst hit you like a tidal wave, embarrassment creeping up your neck. You turned your face away, heat flooding your cheeks. Great. Now I look like a lunatic.

He stared at you, stunned, his lips slightly parted as though he couldn’t quite process what had just happened. His wide eyes and slack jaw only made you angrier. You could practically feel his judgment radiating off him, and it made you want to crawl under a rock—or strangle him slowly and thoroughly.

“Stop staring and start the damn car,” you snapped, your voice cracking slightly.

His gaze lingered for a moment longer before he blinked, shaking his head. His cheeks flushed a soft pink, and he hurriedly looked away, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Fine,” he muttered, starting the engine with a low rumble.

The car began to move, the rain now a blurred sheet outside the windows. Silence settled between you, heavy and awkward, broken only by the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. You sank back into the seat, pressing your hand to your forehead as a dull ache throbbed at your temples. A cold shiver raced down your spine, and you took a shaky breath, hoping it would settle your nerves.

“How long, Mr. Park?” you asked, your voice quieter now, the fight in you momentarily drained.

“Not far,” he replied, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “My house is just a few blocks away. We’ll be there soon.”

Your heart stopped. You sat up straighter, your hands clutching the blazer tightly. “What the hell do you mean, your house?”

He spared you another glance, his brows knitting together in mild confusion. “I’m taking you home,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

“Whose home?” you nearly screeched, pulling the blazer tighter around you as though it could somehow protect you from this insanity.

“Mine,” he said simply, his eyes darting back to the road.

"Home. Your home," you repeated, your tone sharp as you gestured toward him. "I wanted to go to my home."

Jimin’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw ticking in irritation. “I didn’t know the address,” he said flatly, avoiding your gaze.

“You could’ve just asked!”

“I wanted to, but you yelled at me to shut up.”

“And so your brilliant solution was to bring me here?” you retorted, throwing your hands up in disbelief.

His eyes snapped to yours, narrowing as he pulled the car to a jerky stop. “Excuse me? I live here. What the hell do you mean by here?” he asked, his voice low and offended, his brows drawing together.

You glared at him, your lips curling into a bitter scowl. “Then why have you stopped in the middle of nowhere?”

Jimin’s lips parted, a humourless laugh escaping him as he ran a hand through his damp hair. “I think you’ve been out in the rain too long. Maybe some water leaked into your brain because it’s clearly not working. We are not in the middle of nowhere, you deranged woman.”

Before you could retort, he pushed his door open with a sharp motion and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him. You stared after him in disbelief, his broad back retreating into the rain. Grumbling under your breath, you wrestled with your seatbelt, finally kicking the door open and following him.

The rain hit you like icy needles, soaking through your clothes as you stumbled out of the car. The moment you stepped onto the pavement, you froze, your jaw slack. In front of you stood a towering, modern building, its glass facade gleaming despite the downpour. “Wow,” you muttered under your breath, momentarily forgetting your anger. But then you caught sight of Jimin’s retreating figure, and you cursed under your breath, hiking up your heels to chase after him.

“Of course, you’d leave me behind,” you muttered as your heels clicked against the wet pavement.

Jimin turned his head slightly, flashing you a grin that made you want to slap it off his face. “Oh, you’re here! I thought you’d decided to spend the night in the car,” he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You narrowed your eyes at him, shivering as you wrapped his blazer tighter around yourself. “Do you have a knife at home?” you asked, your tone casual as you both inside the elevator.

He paused mid-step, his shoulders stiffening slightly. “Yeah… why?”

“Just so I know where to find one,” you replied, tilting your head innocently. “For when you start talking too much rubbish.”

Jimin turned to face you fully, his brows lifting as his mouth parted in shock. For a brief moment, he looked genuinely alarmed. Then, as you burst into laughter at his expression, he sighed in relief, shaking his head.

“You think you’re funny?” he asked, his voice low as he stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You smirked, lifting your chin. “I think I’m adorable.”

His lips twitched into a smirk of his own as he leaned in, his face now dangerously close to yours. You wanted to step back, but the cold glass of the elevator doors pressed against your back, trapping you. His dark eyes glinted with amusement as he opened his mouth to respond—

And then you sneezed.

Hard.

Right into his face.

The moment froze, your eyes widening in horror as he flinched, wiping at his face with his sleeve. “What the actual hell?!” he yelled, his voice a mixture of disbelief and rage. He stepped back, his face scrunching up in disgust as he muttered a string of curses, switching languages with every expletive. English, Japanese, Chinese, and then a barrage of rapid Korean filled the small elevator.

You stared down at your feet, heat crawling up your neck. “Sorry…” you mumbled, barely audible, too mortified to meet his eyes.

He glared at you, his nostrils flaring. “Sorry? Sorry?!” He stepped forward, looking like he had a whole speech prepared—

But the elevator dinged, its doors sliding open.

For the first time that night, you silently thanked every god you could think of as Jimin stomped out, muttering under his breath. You hurried after him, sneezing again as the cold air hit you.

“Sit,” he barked, pointing to the plush couch in his spacious living room. His voice was sharp, but his eyes softened for a moment as they flicked to your shivering form.

You sat without a word, clutching his blazer tightly around you. Jimin disappeared into hallway, still muttering under his breath. As you sneezed again, you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the ridiculousness of it all, even if he was plotting your demise in the next room.

He came back, dressed in a plain sweatshirt and gray sweatpants, his hair sticking up in messy tufts, like he’d been running his hands through it. Barefoot and casual, he should’ve looked harmless, but instead, he looked annoyingly good. His sharp gaze locked on you as he walked closer, his lips pressed into a tight line, like he had something serious to say. Your throat dried up when he stopped right in front of you, the scent of his and something uniquely him filling the air between you. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, and just as his lips parted to speak—

You sneezed.

Right on his face.

“Women, seriously?” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk as he wiped the back of his hand against his face.

You scowled, tugging his oversized blazer tighter around yourself. “What? I can’t help it!”

“You can’t help anything. The only thing you can help at is being mean and senseless.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped, leaning toward him, ready to unleash your fury—but another sneeze erupted before you could get the words out.

“Eww!” he exclaimed, jerking back like you’d just sprayed him with acid.

He pointed toward the hallway, his expression torn between disgust and resignation. “You, come with me. Before you drown my house with your sneezes.”

You rolled your eyes, trudging after him as he led you through the sleek, modern interior of his house.

“I didn’t ask you to bring me here,” you grumbled, your damp hair sticking to your neck. “You could’ve just dropped me off at my place.”

He turned his head slightly, his brow furrowing in exasperation. “Did you see how hard it was raining? You wanted me to take you home and then drive back through that storm? I could’ve gotten stuck—or worse. You should be grateful!”

You glared at his back, muttering under your breath, “Grateful, my ass.”

Jimin stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, revealing a spacious, minimalist bedroom. He disappeared into the walk-in closet without a word, emerging moments later with a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

“Here,” he said, shoving the clothes into your arms. “Change into this.” His voice softened, just for a second, before he added, “Bathroom’s on the right. Don’t take forever.”

You raised a brow as he turned and left without waiting for a response. Rude.

But as you glanced around his room—simple yet elegant with muted tones and clean lines—you couldn’t deny the faint flutter in your chest. It was surreal, standing here, surrounded by the essence of him. Once upon a time, when you’d first started working at the company, you’d harboured the most ridiculous crush on him. Obsessive, even. But you’d gotten over it. Or at least you thought you had.

Quickly peeling off your wet clothes, you slipped into the hoodie and sweatpants. They were far too big, the sleeves swallowing your hands, but they were warm and soft. And they smelled… like him. Clean, woodsy, with the faintest hint of something sharp and intoxicating. You hated how comforting it felt.

Or maybe you didn’t.

When you returned to the living room, he was sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest. His eyes flicked to you, scanning you briefly before he gestured toward the coffee table. “Soup,” he said simply.

Your gaze shifted to the large bowl sitting on the table, steam rising from the golden liquid. Your heart softened a fraction as you sat beside him, the warmth of the soup drawing you in. Without a second thought, you grabbed the bowl and scooped up a spoonful.

The second it touched your tongue, the heat seared your mouth, and you yelped, dropping the spoon back into the bowl. Jimin’s eyes widened, as he shot forward. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed, snatching the bowl out of your hands and placing it back on the table.

Before you could respond, he was in front of you, crouching slightly, his face a mixture of panic and concern. leaning closer. He started fanning your mouth with his hand, his brows furrowed as he muttered under his breath. Then, without warning, he leaned in further and blew.

The cool air hit your lips, and your breath hitched. His face was inches from yours now, his dark eyes focused intently on your mouth. You froze, acutely aware of the way his hand hovered just beneath your chin, steadying you. The moment stretched, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. His gaze flicked to yours, and for a heartbeat, neither of you moved. His lips parted slightly, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Are you blind? C-Can’t you see it’s hot?” he scolded, his voice breaking slightly as he cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly on the couch. His eyes darted away from yours, and for a fleeting moment, you caught the faintest hint of colour creeping up his neck.

You nodded, the sting of embarrassment silencing any snarky retort. Any other day, you’d have torn into him for bossing you around, but now? You couldn’t even muster a glare. Instead, you pressed your palms to your cheeks, only to realize they were burning.

What the hell was wrong with you?

Your mind raced as you sat frozen in place. You’re over him. You’re over him, you chanted silently, willing the blush to disappear. But deep down, you knew the truth—your heart was still as stupid as ever.

And then, just as you thought you could gather yourself, you sneezed again.

His head whipped toward you, eyes narrowing slightly. You braced for the scolding that was surely coming, shoulders tensing as you sucked in a breath.

But instead, he shifted closer.

Your breath hitched.

His gaze softened, his brows knitting together with concern as he leaned in. “Are you really sick?” he asked, his voice quieter this time, almost gentle.

Before you could answer, his hand moved toward your face. You froze as his fingertips brushed your forehead, testing your temperature. His touch was warm—too warm—and your heart thudded violently in your chest.

He frowned, his hand lingering for a moment longer before sliding down to the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw.

That was it. You were doomed.

Your pulse quickened beneath his touch, and you swore he could feel it. His brows furrowed deeper, his expression shifting from mild concern to genuine worry. “You’re turning red,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb moved slightly, tracing an invisible line along your skin. “Do… Do I need to call a doctor?”

The tenderness in his tone almost shattered you. Why did he have to be like this? Why now?

You shook your head quickly, snapping out of your daze and leaning back, desperate to put some distance between you. “No,” you managed to croak, your voice embarrassingly hoarse.

He blinked, his hand falling back to his side as he sat upright. “Oh,” he said, his tone clipped. His shoulders stiffened as if he suddenly realized how close he’d been.

You caught his slight grimace as he scooted away, the small gap between you growing wider.

Your chest tightened, and before you knew it, you were pouting.

His gaze flicked to you, one brow arching in confusion. “What?” he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

You shook your head quickly, too flustered to explain.

“Seriously, what’s wrong now?” he pressed, his brows drawing together again.

But you just shook your head once more, biting your lip to keep from saying something stupid—like how much you’d missed this, how much you wished he’d never pulled away.

And yet, even as he leaned back into his corner of the couch, his gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary, his expression unreadable. And that tiny, almost imperceptible pause was enough to make your heart ache with hope.

“You hungry?” he asked, his voice low and casual as he glanced over at you.

“No,” you said quickly, your tone sharper than intended.

His lips quirked up, clearly not believing you. “You sure? I can cook,” he offered, his brows lifting in that way that made his face unbearably soft, like he was trying to coax the truth out of you.

You shook your head firmly. “I’m sure,” you mumbled, shifting your gaze back to the soup in your hands. You’d already eaten, and you knew he had too.

A comfortable silence fell between you. He leaned back on the couch, his head resting against the cushions, eyes fluttering closed. His chest rose and fell evenly, and for the first time since you’d met him, he looked utterly at peace.

And absolutely stunning.

You tried not to stare, but your eyes betrayed you, taking in every detail. The way his jawline looked sharper under the dim light, the soft curve of his lashes resting against his cheeks, and his lips—God, his lips—full and slightly parted, as if he was moments away from whispering something that would undo you.

Your gaze trailed down to his clothes, his sweatshirt slightly rumpled but hugging his shoulders perfectly. His loose, comfy sweatpants sat just right on his hips, and even in such an unassuming outfit, he looked... ethereal.

It wasn’t fair. How could someone look like that just sitting there?

You pulled your eyes away, forcing yourself to look out the glass wall instead. The rain pounded relentlessly against it, streaks of water catching the faint glow of the city lights outside. The storm showed no signs of stopping, and you couldn’t help but regret staying late at the office.

I could’ve finished it all tomorrow, you thought bitterly, tightening your grip on the warm bowl in your hands. Your eyes drifted back to him, unable to help yourself. The question burned at the back of your mind: why had he stayed late? You knew he often worked late, but on busy nights like this, he typically stayed at the office rather than going home. Tonight, though, he’d changed that.

You frowned slightly. What was different this time?

You didn’t know—and couldn’t have known—that the difference was you.

He had seen the storm warning on the news and had sent everyone home early, but you had stayed behind, stubbornly working. He had been about to leave, but seeing you there, so focused, so unaware of the weather worsening, had stopped him in his tracks. Jimin was nothing if not professional, but he had always harboured an unspoken interest in you—a quiet, persistent fondness he never let show.

And now, here you both were.

The silence stretched on, the sound of the rain filling the space between you. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when you finally opened your mouth to speak, the words were out before you could stop them. And you almost regretted it. Almost.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The question slipped out before you could stop yourself, your eyes widening in surprise at your own words.

Jimin’s eyes flicked open, locking with yours instantly. There was a quiet amusement in his gaze, and his lips tugged up into that soft, teasing smile that made your heart do something you tried to ignore. He didn’t speak right away, just studied you as if he could read everything you weren’t saying.

“No,” he replied, his voice quiet and surprisingly soft. “Why do you ask?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling silly, and looked everywhere but at him—out the window, at your hands, the bowl of soup on the table. Anywhere but him.

He leaned back into the couch, clearly amused, a playful edge to his tone. “Why are you behaving like this?” His smile was still there, small but knowing.

“Like what?” you blurted out, but even as the words left your mouth, you knew it was a bit of a dumb question.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He raised an eyebrow, watching you like you were a puzzle he was determined to figure out.

You stared at him, blinking a few times like he’d just sprouted another head, making his laughter bubble up, soft but genuine.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he teased.

“Because you’re talking weird,” you said, voice a bit sharper than you intended, but your words faltered under his gaze.

He chuckled again, the sound warm and disarming, sending a flutter through your chest. “You’re behaving weird,” he countered.

You let out a frustrated huff and turned away from him, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, hoping the action would somehow shield you from whatever was happening between the two of you.

He chuckled again, and it was like a spark igniting inside you, frustrating and electrifying all at once. You glared at him, but even that seemed pointless when he was looking at you like that—like he could read the thoughts swirling in your head.

The silence that fell was oddly peaceful, but it didn’t sit well with you. You always needed something more. Chaos, noise, anything but stillness. Fidgeting in your seat, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You broke the silence, your voice sounding louder than you intended.

“Mr. Park—”

He cut you off with a soft smile, sitting up slightly. “You can call me Jimin,” he said, the words coming out like an invitation, a subtle challenge in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, hesitant. You glanced away quickly, feeling the heat creep up your neck as you crossed your arms defensively. “Are you sure?”

His gaze didn’t waver, locking onto yours with an intensity that made you feel suddenly exposed, vulnerable in a way you couldn’t explain. “Why do you look so unsure?” he asked, his voice gentle but with a teasing edge.

You stiffened, trying to find something—anything—to say. “You were perfectly okay threatening me and cursing at me. What happened now?”

His face twisted into a playful look of disbelief. “When did I—”

You were about to cut him off, but the teasing glint in his eyes silenced you.

“Huh?” His head tilted, and his smile grew, mischievous and daring.

“Okay! But I don’t mean any of it,” you blurted out, the words tumbling over each other as you sat up straighter, hoping it would make you look less flustered.

“Of course you don’t,” he said, his laugh escaping just beneath his words. The playful glint in his eyes only deepened as he relaxed back into the couch, arms spread wide like he was claiming the space between you. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and you couldn’t help but feel that same pull in your chest, though you tried to ignore it.

You crossed your arms tighter over your chest, trying to regain some control over yourself. “You really think you’re so charming, don’t you?”

He leaned in slightly, his smile widening, and your stomach fluttered despite your best attempts to stay unaffected.

“I don’t just think... I know.” His voice was full of that confidence that made your heart race, that impossible assurance that had you questioning everything.

You rolled your eyes, but even you knew it was more for show than anything. Your lips wanted to curl up, but you kept them pressed tight, the heat in your cheeks betraying the hard facade you tried to maintain.

“Yeah, right. Your just full of yourself,” you shot back, trying to sound unaffected, but the playful tone that slipped into your voice gave you away.

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, his grin widening. “But I’ve got goods to back it up. Just look at how you're blushing.”

Your cheeks burned at his words, and you immediately shifted in your seat, trying to hide the heat spreading across your face. Your heart was racing now, and you could barely keep your breath steady.

“Am not!” you protested, but it came out weak, a poor defence against the blush that was clearly visible.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, before standing up. “Sure, let’s go.”

Confused, you followed him, your feet moving almost mechanically. You barely registered his words at first, still caught in the strange feeling his teasing had left in your chest. “It’s getting late. We should go to bed.”

Something about the way he said "we" made your stomach twist, or was it flutter? You weren’t sure. All you could hear now was the odd ringing in your ears, a soft buzz that drowned out everything else.

“We?” The word slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, confusion knitting your brows together as you watched him.

He gave you a small, almost reassuring smile as he stepped into his bedroom, holding the door open for you. His eyes never left you as he waited, his gaze warm, not at all like you had imagined it would be.

You stepped in hesitantly, your heart pounding with every step you took closer to him. Your mind was swirling, but you couldn’t place what was happening. You trusted him, you did, but something about this moment felt different—felt new.

“What happened?” he asked softly, his hands reaching out to gently pull you toward him, his touch grounding you in a way that made everything else fade into the background.

You blinked, confused. “Huh?”

His eyes searched your face with concern, his brows furrowing as his fingers grazed your cheek. “You’re so... pale.”

“Am I?” you whispered, suddenly aware of how unsteady you felt.

He didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. His touch moved from your face to your forehead, gently pressing as though checking for something. His fingers trailed down to your neck, the soft touch sending shivers down your spine.

You felt lightheaded, almost as if his hand was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your knees wobbled, your breath catching in your throat as your vision blurred.

“What happened to you?” His voice was barely a whisper now, a trace of worry creeping in that made your heart thud painfully in your chest.

The softness in his tone made your legs feel even weaker, like they could give out at any moment. Your body trembled slightly under his touch, your mind too foggy to make sense of anything.

Before you could even respond, he scooped you up effortlessly, his strength surprising you. He laid you down gently on the bed, the sudden movement making everything feel even more surreal.

You felt lighter than you ever had, almost weightless, like you could just float away. But your head—your head felt impossibly heavy, as if you couldn’t hold it up anymore. The dizziness washed over you in waves, your senses fading. You barely registered the way his face hovered above you, worry etched deep in his expression as he watched you. His hand was still on your forehead, his touch warm against your cool skin.

You barely registered the way his face hovered above you, worry etched deep in his expression as he watched you. His hand was still on your forehead, his touch warm against your cool skin.

“God, what... hap-happened?” he murmured again, but you couldn’t find the strength to answer. Your vision blurred even further, the world around you spinning uncontrollably. You felt yourself slip away, your body growing heavier.

And then, without warning, everything went black.

You blinked your eyes open, still disoriented, only to find Jimin staring down at you. His face was inches away, concern etched across his features. His hand was gently placed on your arm, and his eyes were wide, scanning your face for any sign of distress. The dim light in the room made the worried expression on his face all the more intense.

"You okay?" His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he helped you sit up, his hand guiding you gently. He reached for the glass of water from the bedside table, offering it to you with a quiet determination. Without thinking, you drank it in one go, the cool liquid helping to clear the fog in your mind. You nodded weakly, still feeling lightheaded, but trying to reassure him.

"You fainted," he said, his voice unsteady as he watched you closely, his brows furrowed in disbelief. You nodded again, still not fully processing what had just happened.

He looked at you, his eyes wide with surprise, lips parted in a mixture of concern and confusion. His expression was so pure, so real, it made something twist in your chest. You couldn’t help but chuckle, though it was soft, a little breathless.

"I’m fine, Jimin," you reassured him, the words coming out far less convincing than you hoped.

"No, you're not," he said firmly, his voice almost pleading, his tone so filled with worry it made your heart clench. "You fainted. Let’s go to doctor."

"I’m fine," you repeated, though the words felt weak. His eyes never left yours, searching for any sign that you were telling the truth. His hand reached up, rubbing his face in frustration, his worry only growing.

"And I’m worried," he said, the words hanging heavy in the air between you. His gaze softened, and you could see it in his eyes—the deep concern, the care that he couldn’t hide.

You felt a strange warmth spread through your chest, something raw and unspoken. But you also didn’t want him to act like this, not with you. Not now, not after everything.

“Why?” Your voice came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper, and you couldn’t look him in the eyes. It was the question you’d been asking yourself for so long, and now it slipped out before you could stop it. Your heart raced, your chest tightening as you waited for him to answer.

For a moment, he was silent. His eyes flickered with something unreadable, his gaze softening, and you could feel the tension between you grow thicker, thicker still. Then, as if to break the tension, he slowly reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine. His hand lingered, resting on your skin, as if he wasn’t ready to pull away.

“Sleep,” he murmured, the word leaving his lips like a tender command. But the last thing you wanted to do was sleep. The night was still young, the rain pouring outside, the sound of it filling the room. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth in your chest.

“I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing to do. You stared at him, confused, unsure why he was saying that. You hadn’t asked him to, hadn’t even thought of it.

“Why?” you asked, your voice cracking just slightly.

“Because you’re sleeping on my bed,” he said, his voice firm but kind, as if it was obvious. He made you lie back down, covering you with the duvet, the soft fabric comforting against your skin. As he stepped back, you couldn’t stop the aching feeling in your chest, that unbearable pull that made your heart beat faster.

He moved toward the door, slow and deliberate, like he didn’t want to leave but had to. Every step he took felt like an eternity, and you wanted to call out to him, tell him to stop. But you couldn’t. You didn’t have the words.

When he reached the door, he paused and turned around to face you. His gaze softened, and he smiled—a small, almost shy smile, but one that made your chest ache. "Sleep tight, love. We have something important to talk about tomorrow." And with that, he closed the door softly behind him.

You lay there in the quiet room, your heart still racing, your mind spinning. You stared at the door, your thoughts scattered, your breath shaky. Did he just…? Did he just call you love?

The word echoed in your head, a faint warmth spreading through your veins. It was too much, and yet, you couldn’t stop the flutter in your chest. The night had shifted, everything had shifted, but you didn’t know what it meant. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope.

And as the rain continued to pour outside, the sound somehow soothing your frayed nerves, you let your eyes flutter shut, your heart still thumping, your thoughts tangled in him.

I don’t know if you liked it or not, but please, leave some feedback. Like, tell me how much you loved it or absolutely hated it. I’m all ears... honestly, I’m mostly just here for the drama either way.

[llamagoddessofficial]

have you considered...zöo mothè bois? :D<

Of course, of course, as is tradition for the monstrous boys

They live in an enclosed building, with no windows or methods of natural sun getting in, to help with the issue of moth monsters being primarily nocturnal. The zoo has the lights turned on at night and the enclosures significantly darkened in the day- that way, the boys should all be nice and active when visitors are around. Mc is a worker there, part of the ever-growing crew dedicated to the care of the moth monsters.

Sans: He is, by all accounts, the star attraction. The newest addition to their collection of beasts, he was captured and brought in after killing and eating a wealthy/famous trophy hunter; his pretty wings have made him something of a celebrity. He dislikes the attention and constant eyes and mostly stays in his den... but like his zoo skider counterpart, he actually doesn't hate his captive existence too much. I mean- it’s free food and accommodation, right?

Mc’s been strongarmed into becoming his personal groomer, because he won’t allow anyone except her close enough to touch him. The zoo want their biggest source of revenue looking good, and someone needs to get close enough to clean dirt and blood off Sans’ wings without getting torn to pieces. He used to avoid cleaning his wings out of laziness, but now he does it because he knows the dirtier his wings are, the longer Mc will stay in his enclosure with him, brushing and grooming his beautiful wings... unintentionally performing an extremely romantic action with him for hours on end. 

Mc won’t deny she likes her time with Sans. He’s good as gold with her- dopey and easygoing, always grinning. She feels weirdly calm when she’s close to him. But she’s still cautious... she’s still on edge. Sometimes, when she looks at him, she catches him staring at her with a frightening edge to his grin.

Red: He's bored. That’s his problem; he used to be nomadic, travelling the lands to find the best hunting grounds, meeting people and seeing the world. Being taken into this stifling zoo (all because he killed the occasional unaccompanied traveller, how unreasonable) and bundled into a single enclosure has left him feeling cramped and snappish, even more aggressive with humans than he normally gets. How good he behaves depends entirely on how bored he is.

She’s his absolute favourite. He’s a massive flirt around her, trilling out a wolf whistle when he sees her walking by. If he’s had the right enrichment he’s her favourite too, gentle and well behaved, purring while she cleans up and doing little more than fussing her clothes. But other days, the days when he’s not had anything to do for hours on end, when he’s so bored he could kill... 

... He waits until her guard is down before he pounces on her and tries to drag her (kicking and screaming) into his den. He’s strong and he’s got four arms, he’s very difficult to escape, and she’s never sure if he wants to eat her or try to make moth babies with her- Red’s moods are why she carries bug spray on the job.

Skull: This poor boy was actually raised in captivity. Removed from his habitat as a baby and sold as an exotic decoration for rich morons, years of stress and mishandling have left him with a few... issues. Neglect made him deeply possessive of food, constant stress has made him fucking huge, living in enclosed cages for years means he can't fly, he has absolutely no idea how to be a moth monster. He's a high-strung unsociable mess with an incurable hatred of humans who just wants to hide in his den and never come out. The growls he lets out, when someone comes into his enclosure, are loud enough to be heard through the walls.

... Except... there’s one light in his life. Just the one.

When Mc comes into his room he turns into a shy mess. He curls into himself, he can’t hold eye contact with her, if she tries to bring him things like food or blankets she has to leave them on the floor and walk out because he’s too nervous to approach her. He’s got a huge crush on her and it sends him into a tailspin every time she smiles or says his name, colour spreads across his cheekbones and his eyelight dilates like a cat. 

He does, however, get a little burst of confidence when it comes to stealing from her. He’s an absolute fiend for stealing her things. If she ever drops a hair tie or piece of jewellery, she isn’t getting it back. Utensils vanish too. One time, he went right up to her and snatched the jacket tied around her waist before retreating back to his den again. He’s slowly gathering his confidence.

One day he might get enough confidence to just steal her.

[boydiisaster]

anger management

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: angst, kinda suicidal tendencies?? (like not caring if you get hurt really badly), cussing, fighting, bloody noses, broken bones- just an overall violence and blood warning. also spoilers for lesson 16!

author's note: i didn't know whether or not you wanted your profile known, so i blocked it out just in case !! i hope you don't mind :) anyways back on topic, i enjoyed this prompt ! thank you for requesting <33

lucifer

When your paperwork said that you were a "tad bit much to handle," Lucifer just assumed that it meant you were like the rest of his brothers: loud, hyper, and in some cases obnoxious. Never did he think it was because you started brawls with anyone who looked at you funny.

"MC!" he screams at you, already wearing his demon form. His wings are ruffling behind his back, black wisps seeping off them. He stares down at you as the demon you currently have in a choke hold coughs and sputters pathetic pleas for mercy.

"What?!" you bark back. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"Busy causing harm to your fellow classmates, yes! Let. Them. Go!" With each punctuation, Lucifer strides closer to you until he's ripping the poor demon out of your grasp and tossing them back behind him like they weigh nothing. His hand soon wraps around your wrist and you thrash while he drags you away from the scene, you spewing curses at him all the way.

Lucifer quickly finds an empty classroom and shoves you inside before entering himself. You stumble backwards as he locks the door, then you charge him as if he couldn't break your neck in a millisecond if he wanted to.

"Why'd you do that?!" you yell, throwing a punch at the eldest demon. He easily dodges you and grasps your fist when you throw another punch his way. Twisting your arm, he shoves you up against a wall, pinning your other wrist beside your head.

"Because you're causing a scene!" he hisses, gripping you tighter once he says scene. You bite your tongue to suppress a whimper of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. "Why must you always act like this? Can't you act civil at least when you're in public? This isn't a funny game to us, MC!"

"I don't care about you or what you think of me!" You try again to free yourself from Lucifer's grasp but he only tightens his hold the more you struggle. The brick walls are scraping against your face, cutting you a bit. "I didn't want to be apart of this dumb exchange program anyways!"

"Well you are so either act right," he turns you around and you're met with a very angry Lucifer. You've never seen him this furious, not even when Mammon sold off his prized vinyl. His eyes, ones you've always thought were gorgeous, are a seering, vibrant red. "Or I'll send you back to the human realm in a casket. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off," you reply, even though you're scared. "Do you honestly think I care whether I live or die?"

A bit taken aback, Lucifer hardens his exterior. "Either way, you're not in the human realm anymore, MC, so stop acting as if you can win every fight you get into. There's multiple lower level demons who could easily murder you."

"What part of I don't care don't you get, Lucifer?" you shout. "Kill me right now! Do it! You've already tried, so finish the job!"

Lucifer doesn't move and neither do you. You're breathing hard, blood trickling down your face both from the wall and your recent fight. You swallow, feeling a bit prideful for silencing the demon.

"Did you not ever get into fights when you first got here? Were you not scared? Frightened, angry?"

Lucifer doesn't answer you, but you already know the truth.

"That's what I thought. You're a hypocrite."

Shoving past the demon, you stop just before you unlock the door. You feel guilty. Did he really think you enjoyed acting like this? You want to stop, but everything around you is just... too much. Your reactions are justified, right? You've just been thrusted into a new environment, of course you'd lash out. There's powerful beings all around you now, and they've all made it very clear how much better they are than you. You can see it in their eyes, and you won't be having anyone— demon or otherwise— think you're just a powerless little human.

"I'm...," you sigh. Your body hurts, wrists definitely bruised from how tightly Lucifer held them. You bite your tongue and never finish your sentence, swinging the door open angrily and walking away.

You and Lucifer were alike in that way: too prideful to admit your faults. He stands in the empty classroom pinching the bridge of his nose, grumbling to himself. He should've stopped you, but what is there to do? You don't seem to want help from whatever is tormenting you, and Lucifer can't exactly force you to do anything you don't want to.

He's stuck.

mammon

He was happy to have another delinquent in the house, that is until he figured out you're more the get into meaningless fights for fun type instead of the make money quick type.

Currently, he had brought you with him to a fast food restaurant just to grab a quick lunch. It all went downhill when someone he owed money to walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

By all means you weren't a powerful sorcerer yet, but you could easily tell Mammon to stay put like he's some sort of dog while you beat the life out of some poor demon. It took him thrashing around in place and using his demon form to break from your order. Let's hope you don't grow any stronger, or else he might not ever be able to break free.

Demons love bloodlust. It was inside them, it was in their morals, so pretty much only Mammon and the other demon's lackeys were trying to pry you off their boss. Once your seal on Mammon broke, in a flash he was behind you, gripping your waist and yanking you off the bloodied demon who looked like they were turning blue, by the way.

"Keep your money!" one of the other demons yelled while the first looked over their boss's wounds.

"We weren't going to pay you back in the first place!" you shout back as Mammon drags you out the door. You let him pull you into a dark alley away from the restaurant and grin at him when he finally lets you go. There's blood dripping from your nose and lots of scratch marks all over you from the demon's claws. You place your hands on your hips and beam, "One less group you owe money to! No need to thank me."

"What the hell was that?!" he hisses. "MC, I told you we were only there for food! Why'd you start a fight?!"

Your smile fades. You look confused. "They were bothering y-"

"They always do! I'm used to it, so what?!" Mammon stalks up to you, looming, eyes a bright, shimmering gold. "Keep your nose out of my business."

You furrow your brow and wipe the blood from your nose, a bit self-conscious that he mentioned it. "Then why tell me about your business? Why whine to me about how you owe all this money to so many different people?" You jab your finger into the demon's exposed chest, not caring if he snaps. "Why talk to me about your problems and then tell me not to care when I finally do something?"

"Because you're my friend!" he shouts.

"I was never your friend!" you scream. "You just used me like you use everyone else!"

"I do not do that! And don't you turn this around on me-"

"No, I will! You know I'm like this so why even try to befriend me?"

"Because I hoped you could change!"

"You're one to talk about change!"

The demon falls silent. In truth, both of you were in the wrong, but neither wanted to admit it. In one swift movement, you unclasp the matching keychain you share with Mammon from your phone and drop it on the floor, not before stepping on it as you leave. He stares at the pitiful thing, heart in shambles as he picks it up. With a deep breath, Mammon turns on his heel, silently begging for you to take this as a learning experience instead of using it to fuel your anger.

But again, he's one to talk about change, he thinks.

leviathan

There's blood all over the place. He's panicking, hurrily wrapping bandages around your bleeding abdomen and arms with shaky hands. He's in his demon form: a habit he's developed, you've noticed, when he's nervous or scared. Leviathan's eyes are frantic and he's constantly muttering "Oh god" over and over again under his breath. This was a common occurrence: him bandaging you up after you got into a fight, but never did you get into one where you came out this bad.

"Levi," you cough out, a bit of blood dribbling from your lower lip. "Levi it's fine, I'm okay!"

"You're dying!" he shrieks, applying more pressure to your stomach. "How did this even happen?!"

"I sort of got into a fight with a demon and... they had a knife," you explain sheepishly. "But it's cool!"

The demon gawks at you. He blinks a bit before furiously shaking his head and replacing your now blood-soaked bandages with clean ones. How you made it make to the House of Lamentation in this state, he'll never know. This same conversation usually happened more frequently than he'd like, but you're still reckless as ever. It was getting on his nerves.

"Just stay put! I'll- I'll go get Lu-"

His older brother's name isn't even halfway out of his mouth before you're clutching your side, trying to get up to assure him that you're fine. "N-no!" you gasp out. "No, don't do that. I'm okay, see? Perfect, in fact!"

"No, I'm going to get Lucifer," Levi insists, moving quickly, that is until you grab his tail and weakly tug on it. He turns, a bit offended, but he just stares meekly at your angry and sad exterior.

"No, please don't go tell Lucifer," you quietly beg. "He'll say the fight I got into was stupid-"

"The fight you got into was stupid!" Levi blurts out. "You-You're human! You're much more fragile than us, why do you go parading around like you can take on anyone and everyone?!"

"I don't know!" you lie. "But I did this for you. They-They were being mean to you, and-"

"And I'm used to it!"

"You shouldn't be!"

The two of you stand there in silence, you breathing hard and gripping your abdomen, Leviathan looking on the verge of tears. Were they angry tears? Sad tears? He doesn't quite know, but they start to pour down his face when you collapse to your knees, pulling your hand away from your stomach to see it covered in fresh blood.

When Leviathan compared you to his beloved anime protagonists, he didn't mean that you needed to go through the same motions as them, too.

"I don't need Lucifer," you mumble. Your breaths are loud and shallow. "I don't need anyone. I... I'm...."

You fall to the floor entirely and Leviathan screams his brother's names. He starts to blurt them out at random as he cradles you in his arms, starting with Lucifer and going down the line, hoping at least one of them will hear his cries for help. He's too weak, he's worthless. He can't save you, you're dead if one of his brothers doesn't show up.

Lucifer finds his younger brother cradling you in his arms. He's sobbing into your shoulder, nails digging into your arm. Levi weakly looks up, cheeks stained red from tears and hair a complete mess.

"Help them," he begs. "Lucifer please save them. I-I don't want to lose them. I can't lose anyone else."

Lucifer knows exactly who Leviathan's referring to when he utters that. He won't let that situation happen again.

satan

You weren't at school today. Satan looked for you in the halls, tip toeing over the taller students to try and catch a glimpse of your hair in the crowds, but there was no sign of you anywhere. He even asked Lucifer where you were, but even he didn't know.

He found out eventually. You were skipping class by hanging out deep in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You sat in a big tree, straddling an even bigger branch as your fingers left ghostly impressions on the bark. You even resembled a ghost the way you sat there, flickering in and out of Satan's view thanks to the fading light of the moon.

"MC?" he tilts his head at you. "I couldn't find you at school today. Is this where you've been the entire time?"

You gaze down at your blond friend and shrug, a bit startled by his sudden voice. "More or less."

"Why didn't you want to come to school?" Satan sits his book bag down and leans on the base of the tree you sit on. "There must be a good reason?"

"Oh there is," you agree. "I didn't wanna go."

Satan blinks. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't feel like going." You stand, moving to climb higher into the tree. "Too much work. Didn't want the responsibility."

"MC, you need to come to school," Satan furrows his brow, puzzled. "How do you expect to get anywhere in life like this?"

"I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, Satan." You look down at the demon with an unreadable expression on your face. "I thought you would have killed me by now. Either you or one of your brothers, so I'm not prepared for really anything."

Your eyes flick to the ground below you. "I've been thinking a lot recently, and I finally figured out why I felt so strange." You close your eyes and sigh, nestling back into a groove in the tree. "It's because I don't belong here. I want to go home Satan, and I don't care if you're worried about my education. I don't care period."

The demon is silent. He doesn't know what to say. He's overcome with an assortment of negative emotions, but he can't pinpoint just one. He thought you and him were good friends. Why didn't you want to stay with him? Why did you wait to tell him you felt like this?

It would be so much easier to just get angry instead of dejected, but Satan can't bring himself to be mad at you for something like simply wanting to go home. You were right; you didn't belong here. You're human. The lack of sun, distasteful-sounding foods, and little-to-no contact with other humans was getting to you. Satan wishes he could just deny caring for you. He didn't consider you a friend, he didn't feel guilty about you assuming that he would kill you in cold blood, and he wasn't saddened by the implication that you didn't want to stay with him. But all of those statements would be lies. Satan cares a lot about what you think of him. He doesn't want you, the one person who truly accepted him for his sin, to think he's some sort of monster. Even if that's what he thinks of himself.

You speak up again before Satan gets to. "Tell Lucifer I won't be home for dinner tonight."

asmodeus

You whimper lightly as Asmo dabs a wet cloth on your cheek, lips pursed and eyes focused. You couldn't tell if he was angry or not when you showed up at his door both battered and bruised, but you assumed he was probably really angry.

Your suspicions are correct when you reach out to grab Asmo's wrist and he slaps your hand away.

"No," he snaps, glaring daggers at your hand. "You came to me for help and I'm going to help you."

"I didn't," you half lie. "Not necessarily. I just... wanted to see you."

"While looking like you just got your ass beat?" he raises an eyebrow.

You sheepishly smile and Asmodeus groans. "You're ridiculous," he murmurs, then tapes a bandaid onto your cheek.

"I won the fight," you speak after a while. You didn't like the silence between you two. "I honestly thought they were gonna kill me," you breathlessly giggle.

Asmo doesn't say anything. He keeps cleaning up your wounds.

"I'm scared of your brothers," you admit, "but... they were talking bad about them. How Beelzebub's just a glutton, how Mammon doesn't care about anything other than money, how you...."

You don't continue. Asmo doesn't ask you to, either. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what those demons said. Those things have been said to him a thousand times before, he doesn't know why you took it so close to heart. It was sweet.

"Open your shirt," he orders, grabbing more bandages. "I saw how soaked it looked in blood. You're hiding a wound from me."

"You're very perceptive," you hum, then lie back on Asmo's bed. You can feel the deep gash on your side begin to ooze blood, but you're starting to get really sleepy.

"I'll buy you new bedsheets since your's are now all bloody," you yawn, then yelp when you feel a pair of ice cold fingertips on your stomach. Asmo unclasps your shirt, not caring if he breaks a few buttons or tears fabric. He's shaking and he knows it. He just hopes that you don't.

"Sorry."

You just hum, too tired to care. You try not to jerk or hiss when Asmo starts to feel around your cut. He's biting his lip, eyes filled with worry and hair a complete mess. He's kinda cute like this, you think. You've never seen him so focused on something. It's too bad that the thing he's focused on is a bloody wound.

"You're going to need stitches," Asmo tears off his blood-stained gloves after he finishes bandaging your stomach and tosses them to the side. "I'll steal the car and-"

"No."

He's already halfway out his bedroom door before you protest. The demon turns, eyebrow raised. "'No?'"

"No," you repeat. "I don't... what if...."

You can't pick the right words to fit your sentence. It's not like you're worried about Lucifer finding out what you did. In fact you couldn't care less on what he'd think of your actions. It's just.... You can't explain it. You don't trust him. Not like Asmo.

"MC," the blond demon starts. He has a frantic expression on his face. "If we don't get you to a hospital, that thing can grow infected." He points at the gash.

"Lucifer can't find out." You grimace as you try to stand. "Neither can the prince. No one but you can see me like this. I can't be seen as weak. I-"

"MC." Asmodeus repeats, staring at you. He doesn't meet your eyes. Instead, he's focused more on your cut. You look down, curious.

Wow. It was a really bad cut. It had already bled through the fresh bandages he gave you.

"Please," he whispers. "You're so wreckless all the time, MC. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. I want to help."

You don't say anything, but Asmo immediately knows your response when you take a small step towards him.

"I'll get the car," he says again. You just nod.

beelzebub

Beelzebub was no star student himself. He'd make passing grades, attend RAD as much as possible, and play his best in his games, but he wasn't the spitting image of an outstanding student. However when it came to you....

"Where's your work?"

Beelzebub quietly munches away on his 5th granola bar as his professor walks around collecting yesterday's assignments. They stopped at your desk, which quickly caught the orange-haired demon's attention.

"I don't have it," you say, nonchalant.

"Why not?" The professor presses on.

You shrug, meeting their eyes. "Because I didn't do it."

"Why not?" they repeat, louder this time.

"I didn't feel like it." You finish your sentence with a grin. "What's the point? Your class is boring anyways."

"You better watch your words with me, MC," the teacher sneers. Beel watches as they lean down, gripping your face roughly in their hand. Were teachers here allowed to touch the students like this?

"You might be friends with the Avatars, but that doesn't change how you're seen inside my classroom: a pathetic little excuse of a pupil. So either you pay attention in my class and turn in your work, or I fail you, and Lord Diavolo sends you back to your realm."

"For a teacher you're incredibly stupid." You shove the demon off of you, cheeky behavior gone. "Don't you get it? I don't even want to be here. Fail me for all I care, I'll get to go back to my old life which, though isn't the best, is a hell of a lot better than being some guinea pig for the prince of hell's exchange program."

Is that really how you see yourself? Beel thinks.

Beelzebub looks down at his desk when you move to stand. He hears you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then out the corner of his eye, catches you storming off towards the door.

"If you leave this classroom, MC-" the professor starts, but they never finish because you're already slamming the classroom door in their face. A couple of books fall off their shelves by how rough you were. Beel takes another bite of his granola bar.

He honestly thought you were pretty happy here. He tried his best to accommodate to your needs, especially after destroying your bedroom wall. He brought you snacks, always listened to you talk if you needed. Was he just not that good of a friend as he previously imagined?

The professor stalks back to the front of their classroom to continue their lessons. Beel glances up at them, then towards the door.

They wouldn't be upset if he skipped one class to check up on you, right...?

belpgegor

Honestly, Belphegor hasn't the slightest idea how he's doing so well in school. He sleeps all day, hardly ever studies, yet somehow aces all his tests. He's just gifted, he guesses. Maybe he should've used his gift to help you before it got this bad.

"Belphie!" you smile, picking your head up from your desk and giving the Sloth Avatar a big smile. Currently, you were in detention. This was your 3rd time being in here this week. It was really boring, but that's kinda the point, you think, so it adds up.

"MC," the demon nods, smiling back at you. He wanted to skip the formalities, but he didn't expect you to be so happy to see him. It was nice.

"Do you have detention, too?" you tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. "Did they finally find your secret napping place?"

"Not yet," he hums, taking a seat on the teacher's desk in front of you. The doors were locked with a spell that only allowed people to enter, not exit, until the specified time limit was met. You still had an hour to go. Thank god Belphegor showed up, you swear you were about to die from boredom. You got tired of looking at the "inspirational" posters on the walls after the 50th time you read the words: "a human is more cunning than a demon, so challenge your brain to be able to catch one!"

You knew damn well that most demons were smarter than humans, and you didn't like the implication that demons actively ate humans. You should file a complaint to Lord Diavolo.

"So why are you here?"

"I missed you," he half-lied. He did miss you, but he also wanted to talk to you about your recent behavior. It was worrying him. Should he allow it to worry him? Probably not. He did kill you once, but he felt like this whole situation you've put yourself into was a product of his misdeeds.

"Haha," you sarcastically laugh before moving to stand up from your desk. You do a little twirl as you make your way over to the sitting demon. Hands resting on either side of him, you stand face-to-face with a now flustered looking Belphegor. You beam at the demon, your nose touching his.

"Why are you really here, Belphie?" you raise an eyebrow, still playfully smiling. "Did Lucifer send you to collect me? Were you just bored?"

Belphegor scoots farther back on the desk. If he looks into your eyes any longer he swears you'll be able to see all the guilt he's still harboring inside him.

"I needed to talk to you about something," he chews on the inside of his lip. "About how you're acting. Lucifer said you never acted like this before."

You shrug, standing straight. "I had a change of heart."

"Not a good one."

You can only stare at the demon. He was one to talk! He killed you, and now he was trying to play the good guy? You open your mouth to argue back, but Belphegor keeps going.

"If I did this to you then let me help. We can go study with Satan, I'll remind you to sleep on a normal schedule, I'll keep you from skipping cla-"

"I don't need your help," you mumble, sour taste on your tongue at that word. He pitied you, didn't he? He saw you as weak. Just a puny little human who couldn't do anything for themselves. He felt bad for you, for what he did to you, and now he's trying to fix his faults. You don't need fixing! You're perfectly fine!

"Nor do I want it," you finish. "I'm not just a human who you demons can push over. I won't work for you, I won't listen to you, and I sure as hell won't fall at your hands again. I'll die on my own accord this time."

Belphegor doesn't meet your eyes. For some reason, that pisses you off. "Look at me," you demand, softly at first. Then you lean in close to him until he has no other choice but to look at you.

Belphegor watches your eyes search his own for something that he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't make any moves to stop you, though.

"You're sorry for what you did, aren't you?" you whisper, sounding breathless. "You still see my blood on your hands whenever you look at me."

He doesn't answer.

"Do you ever stare at me when I'm not looking?" you ramble on, questions you've been keeping from him pouring out of your mouth. "Is that image still burned into your brain? Me struggling, screaming with your fingers around my neck? Your claws leaving gashes on my body? My blood seeping into the carpet? Your brothers' cries? Do you still hear them, Belphegor?"

You lean in close. Belphegor can feel your breath on his lips.

"The way Mammon sobbed, how Asmo pleaded for me to get up even though he knew I was dead. Are you satisfied that for once you left Lucifer speechless? Are you happy with the look of pure anguish you left on his face?"

He doesn't speak. You pull back from him, looking up at the Little D-shaped clock that rests above the teacher's desk.

"Well, I served my time." You move back to your desk, grabbing your backpack and smiling at Belphegor like both you and him weren't filled with sorrow.

"Thanks for keeping me company, Belph."

[sparkbeast20]

The Auction (Mammon X MC)

This a one-shot angst/fluff

Note: So, I don't know if I'm able to do all the brothers before Halloween is over. But I want to do some angst/fluff one shot with scary/horror/gore in them. knows as "he snaps series" for October.

So, I'll try my best to make them.

If want to see your favorite demon next, please asks. I have Beel and Satan (which I save him on his birthday).

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Killing, Gore, Panic attack's, and Demonic nature

It’s been a month since you when back to the human world after the exchanges program, Mammon has been down in his luck, Asmo being the cheerful brother that he is took Mammon to buy and sale event happening outside of town.

He, Mammon and Satan went the latter wanted to see if there’s powerful items being sold there to use against Lucifer.

After hours of looking around and buying rare items, Mammon was getting a little better, until he saw you walking with another demon by your side.

His heart start to beat fast, as he pushes other demon in the crowd try to get to you, but Satan grab him by the arm.

“Moron! What are you doing?” Satan angry whisper in his brother’s ear.

“I saw MC with another demon”

“Are you obsessed or something, they’re in the human world there is no chance in our hell they’ll be here.”

Has he truly obsessed over you to the point he sees you everywhere?

No, it can be, he knows that it was you.

“Mammon come on, Asmo is waiting for us in the event hall” Satan drag Mammon away from the crowd and towards event hall entrances where Asmo is waiting, with his arms cross and his foot stomping in place with a pout on his face.

“Ugh… finally, let’s go the main event is starting” Asmo pushes the doors open, as the three demons when in and took their seat in the middle row with the perfect view of the stage.

The auction has begun, and started showing charms, trinkets, and spell books first.

Satan and Asmo are starting their bidding, while Mammon is not focus on the auction but with you and the demon, you’re with.

He can’t get it out of his head, you walking with another demon here, in this kind of event. It hurt him, but should he be hurt by that. By you being with someone else.

Him and you aren’t an item yet, so why is it bothering so much, when you’re with one of his brothers he had to deal with the jealousy of seeing you with any of them, in that moment he regrated how he mask his feels for you to show, that he wasn’t interested to being with a human like. But in reality, he couldn’t be happier even content with you and him being together.

But then something snaps him out of his self-regretting thought, The smell of blood.

He looks around and start sniffing with Satan doing the same thing with Asmo covering his nose, if something that Asmo don’t want to smell then that means is something bad, blood is one thing. But is whose blood being it that really concern Mammon.

Then he notices some demons licking their tongues and grinning exactingly while rubbing their hands together, like they been waiting for this a long time. Then they announce the final item for the auction, calling the demon who is selling the item in stage.

As the demon got up to the stage, Mammon’s eyes widen to see is the demon he imagines you are with, then a coffin is brought up in stage and place in the center stage with blood stain on it.

He doesn’t feel good with all of this, not just the demon on stage but the fact he can smell something familiar and yet he doesn’t want to smell ever again. Your BLOOD.

Then the demon start talking

“Incubus and succubus all over devildom, I know we are in the dark times, are once powerful ruler Lord Diavolo has ban of eating human here” The crowd start booing with one demon screaming ‘not are king’ and the demon in stage gesturing them to keep their voice down. “But that doesn’t stop me from going to the human world, and snatch this” he slams the coffin then it opens up, then Mammon let out quiet but painful gasps when the body in coffin fell out and drop down on the floor of the stage.

It was you, tied up your clothes ripped to shreds, and visible injury on your arms and back.

Satan and Asmo let out a gasp with Asmo covering his mouth in shock.

“It looked damage” all three brothers whip their heads at the demon who said that, with Mammon eyes and brow narrowed down and his pupils shifted back and fort with his mouth slightly open as he starts breathing heavily. Piss off to the demon

“FUCKIN’ DAMAGE!!! THEIR BLEEDING YOU FUCK!!”

“Ah! You might reconsider, once you seen who this human is” the demon walks over to you mangled body kneeled and grab your hair and pull you up to your feet, showing everyone in the room your face.

Mammon’s ears starting ring and he start hyperventilating when he saw your face.

Your left eye is swollen, your right cheek has three cuts with little blood still coming out of them, and your lip is spilt open.

“WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU”

“Behold the human who started this whole thing” the demon pulls your hair, you to let out groan in pain, causing Asmo to yelp with you as well Satan and Mammon gasping in pain seeing you put in to more pain but the voices were drown down by the crowd cheering in seeing you.

“Now, now. It wasn’t easy to get this human trust. After all the seven lords did teach them to be careful with demons, and the reason they gone soft” the crowd started to booing and curse at the mention of the brothers.

Mammon, Satan, and Asmo aren’t angry about the booing at them, their angry at the cheers you gotten when you were groaning in pain.

“So, I had to out think them, by using the person they loved the most” demon grab the stone in his necklace and it started to glow then his body started to change.

Mammon clenches his chest and bend over, and start breathing heavily to what he saw. The demon shifted his form in own. Then the demon start talking in his voice.

“Oi, human what ya think, how much to ya think your worth”

Mammon looks up, with a dead pan stare at the stage. He snaped.

He got up from the chair and quickly hide with Satan who is fuming and Asmo with his cheerful charm gone and replace with cold and umbratile rage.

“Now, let’s start the bidding at~” suddenly Mammon drops down in his demon form right in front of you and the demon, who is shock. Without a second to react, Mammon grabs the demon by the shoulder with one and drive the other to the demon’s stomach piercing jamming his entire arm through the demon. He quickly pulled out his arm out of the demon, who let you go.

As you start to fall Mammon catches you and quickly hook your legs carrying you, bridal style. As he watches the demon change back to his true self with his hands hovering over to the hole in his stomach.

He looked up to see Mammon emotionless face looking down at him, before dying and fell on the floor.

One brave demon, launches at the stage but quickly stopped by Asmo who uses his claws to slice the demon’s neck, he stops dead on his tracks before his head fall leaving the body still standing.

Asmo turns around to face the crowd with a craze look on his face in his demon form while licking his claws of the demon’s blood.

Then two demons start running to the exit, when Satan stops them with his hands grabbing hold n their face and slamming them on the ground. Satan let out monstrous roar, as he burns the demons with his green fire, their scream of agony fills the room, causing the other demons to start panicking and try to get out. But Satan put a spell on all the exits. Asmo laughs at the demons attempt to escape as he got closer to them and Satan who is in his wrathful state hunch over with his clawed fingers twitching wanting to kill more until his anger is filled.

As the scream for demons being killed in the background, Mammon when backstage to wait for his little brothers to finish, as he sat on the floor, cradling you in his arms, apologizing and telling you that your safe and that his here with tears from his eyes falls on your face.

You felt his warmth, and move in closer to him nuzzling into his chest, let out a satisfied hum.

He felt your action, and quickly hug you tight and not letting you go.

“I-I miss you….. Mammon” your voice is tired but comforting, he sobs and chuckles happy to hear your voices.

“I-I m-miss you too! And I’m sorry” his voice cracks as he nuzzles his face on your head.

“I thought, I never going to say this to ya…... but know that I love you….”

“I love you too, Mammon”