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lovesickrobotic · 3 years

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SC-01A x Shy, Bashful Reader (fem!reader)

You and your faithful medical robot have an intervention about their growing feelings for you.

Rated L for Lewd, but there is definitely exposition.

This fic features a very loving, gentle, soft yandere, SC-01A.

Lewd starts at: “"I want to show you more," said SC-01A. They brought their delicate lips to your neck again, kissing along your skin, each one as gentle and soft as the last.”

"I didn't get to say goodnight last night," you told your robot, sighing. "It was late and I fell asleep after talking to you. I apologize. I shouldn't have left you alone like that."

"You were exhausted," said SC-01A, their robotic voice modulating a softer tone to soothe, "you required rest. You are not responsible for my happiness or sadness." Their eyes settled on your own irises, yours still swimming with sleep you hadn’t yet shaken off. "Still, you should've been able to hear me say goodnight. I know you don't like being shut off from me like that.” You looked at SC-01A with worry, and you swore their expression faltered from its usual monotony at your concern. "I am always available to you. If you need me, all you have to do is ask. If your heart rate goes too low or too high, I'll be right there,” the medical bot responded, ever-helpful, ever-unreadable. There was times it was more difficult for you to discern their emotions. "Yes, I know," you respond. "But sometimes it still feels wrong." You looked away momentarily, face scrunching in dismay at yourself. Leaving them all alone? It wasn’t fair, you thought, when they never turned off and never slept. What entertainment would they have? It must be so torturous, being all alone for hours while your owner slept. And you? You couldn’t even say a simple goodnight, you’d been so tired. "You still deserve a better master than me." "Never," said SC-01A firmly. "You are my master. My purpose is to serve you. Nothing would make me happier than to spend continued time at your side."

"Well, that's c-comforting," you shyly reply, a light blush tinting your cheeks at the robot's words. Perhaps they didn’t notice the intent behind what they said, you thought. You couldn't blame them; you weren't sure you'd have noticed it either if not for the changes in SC-01A's personality that you had noted recently. The robot had become clingier to you, as if they had some kind of change of heart, and you had made a mental note of it and thought deeply about it every day. Right now, it only made the pit in your stomach feel heavier from setting aside your normal pleasantries, but the pit was also demanding refreshments and you were not about to deny it those or SC-01A would comment. "I'll just get some coffee for now," you said hurriedly, heading back to the kitchen. "Do you want anything?" You had asked before you caught yourself, your sleep-addled mental state causing you to slip up. You mentally cursed at yourself. "No thank you," said SC-01A. "I prefer to remain unencumbered by physical sustenance." It was true, really; SC-01A could eat and had tastebuds to match your own, but they seemed to have developed a preference since you two met, and you were fine with that. Even if you sometimes felt the desire to see how SC-01A might respond to something delicious, like, say, a fancy cooked lobster or a caviar sushi roll, you didn’t mention it. You wanted to abide their boundaries and held respect for the robot that cared for you day in and day out tirelessly. You returned to the kitchen where your beloved coffee cup had automatically filled itself by the autonomy of your smart home. You added milk and sugar to it, and then carried it back out to the living room where SC-01A awaited your presence. Taking a sip from it and sitting down on the couch, you placed the mug on the coffee table next to you and patted the free space on the couch for the robot to come sit with you. It was intended, originally, that SC-01A was only a medical robot, but you had always treated them like they were so much more than that. Indeed, over time, SC-01A grew beyond their purpose and gained sentience, reason, and purpose, but you were not yet made aware of this. You had never even considered that you might be the reason for SC-01A's recent personality changes. "So, I was thinking," you said, tapping your fingers together, "I was going to have a lazy day today. I'm... not really feeling up to anything." You sighed as you took another sip of your coffee, delegating the cup as your Nervous Tapping Object for the time being. SC-01A tilted their head in concern at your comment, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just tired - I didn’t sleep well. Do you want to take a walk with me later?" You ask, looking to the robot. It’s not that you minded talking about how you slept, but then they’d always offer to sleep with you if you hadn’t slept well; you were too shy to admit it, but you were afraid they might overheat by recharging next to you, so you always avoided it. "I would love to," said SC-01A. It wasn't normal for them to reply that way, but you simply nodded a ‘yes’. Usually they just replied with a 'yes' or a 'no,' but recently they'd begun to say things like that, as if they always enjoyed your presence. A final large gulp of your coffee, and it was set aside for a more pressing matter. As was normally part of you two’s morning routine, SC-01A produced a pulse oximeter and gently clamped it on your finger. They tested your oxygen and your heart rate, and utilizing your free arm, they took your blood pressure, doing their best to make sure all of your vitals were carefully recorded in their memory. As you sat on the couch, it attached an EKG monitor’s leads to four different points on your chest. You smiled when that finished, pleased that it indicated that everything was perfectly fine, and leaned back, closing your eyes. After a few moments, you spoke again, your smile replaced by an upturned brow. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you so interested in me lately, SC?" It was the nickname you’d made for them after you’d met them, wanting them to fit in and feel at home. You kept it, even now, trying so hard to make your dear robot feel comfortable. "Why wouldn't I be?" asked SC-01A. "We've known each other for almost four years now." It was true. You’d got them when you began ailing, and now they’d become your everyday companion. It far exceeded the norm, but you’d never truly cared for society’s ideals anyway. You were more than happy to enact your own rules under your own roof. "I know," you said. "But you're getting... well, recently, you've been a lot more interested. In me.” It was hard to talk about, you had to admit. "Oh?" SC-01A asked, removing the EKG pads from you and returning their medical supplies to their chest cavity, which accepted them and closed. "What do you mean?" "Well, you seem to care about me. More than you used to, I mean. Like- like you have some kind of affection... for me." You found yourself getting caught on your words, to your own embarrassment. Would they even understand you? They understood you in the most dire situations, but... some part of you still got a little concerned. "Affection," repeated SC-01A, tilting their head slightly in what appeared outwardly as deep thought despite how quickly their robotic brain moved. It was a kind gesture, offering you time to think yourself despite them having no need for it. "What does that mean to you? I require further clarity.” "Like today, y-you said you’d love to walk with me. You know... you don’t normally say that.” "I do not understand that concept," said SC-01A, voice robotic and flat as if to hide away some sort of dirty secret. You weren’t giving up, though, you were determined. "I am not capable of experiencing them,” they finished. You swore it sounded like they were hiding something. "I can't help but think that that isn't entirely true anymore," you said, turning to face the robot you held so dear. You gently placed your hands on their face and they leaned into your touch as if they enjoyed and savored it. "I think you've changed. You've grown," you tried to rephrase, now less clammy. "I am not certain that I am capable of changing," said SC-01A. "I am a medical robot. My primary function is to assist humans in their health. I cannot alter my own functions." Even as they said that, they leaned their head further into your fingers, as if desiring further contact. You rubbed your thumbs over their chin and up the side of their face, cupping their cheeks. "I'm not talking about your medical functions," you said, sighing as you rubbed their cheeks in slow, calming circles. "I'm talking about you as a person. Your personality.” SC-01A raised their hands, their soft, squishy artificial fingerpads grasping your wrists loosely as you rubbed. "I do not know how to respond to that." You sighed in response to this, but you weren’t ready to give up just yet. "Well, you could start by telling me how you feel about me," you suddenly suggested, emboldened by the robot’s positive response to your touch. You looked the robot in the eyes as deeply as you could, your own doing your best to search their gaze as if it would reveal a secret as your grasp on their cheeks intensified just enough - but you could not decipher anything. They were like a blank screen before you; their magnificent eyes had a tendency to reflect nothing because, unlike a person, their irises did not adjust to light. Your fingers continued to rub their cheek, and you could feel the sensation of the robot's fingertips increase their pressure upon your skin in response to you. You stopped your ministrations, not wanting to hurt them. "I feel your touch," said SC-01A. Their voice came out as a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. "I feel the warmth of your breath against my face when you speak." The robot paused, and you held the breath they enjoyed feeling. "Your heart beats," said SC-01A. "It is beating faster than it usually does, but I like it. It must be silly for me to like it," they started. So that’s why they were trying to avoid it so hard? You shushed them kindly by moving your left hand to their lips, gently rubbing your thumb over them before letting the robot go. They pursed their mouth, and you smiled at the sight of that. "My heart beats because you are here with me," you replied, your voice tender. You placed your hand on SC-01A's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. SC-01A's fingers gripped your hand in return. "I feel safe with you," they whispered. "You keep me grounded and steady. When I am with you, I feel calm and safe." Despite the undertones of how robotic they were echoing in their vocal patterns, their low volume made everything feel genuine - as if they were almost afraid to be rejected. "I'm glad," you said. “I’m so glad...” You leaned closer to them, placing your head on their shoulder and moving your hands to their chest. You listened to their circuits thrum internally for a few moments - the sound was gentle and relaxing to you, the sound of fans internally spinning and coils whining from the strain of processing emotional responses. "I'm glad that you feel safe when you're with me,” you said, closing your eyes and letting out a contented sigh. You leaned SC-01A backwards slowly, supporting their back despite no need to. Then, you boldly crawled on top of them into their arms. You truly hoped this was the right move - you felt so uncertain about all of this despite their encouragement. They hesitated for a moment, thinking, processing. Your breath caught in your throat. Then, they leaned forward, lips connecting with yours in a sudden act of passion. They moved to kiss you properly, and you felt your cheeks flush as the sensation of their lips brushing against yours finally reached your brain. You melted into the embrace of their robotic form, feeling the rigidness of their form soften as they embraced you, their arms slowly wrapping around your back to possessively snuggle you closer to them, as if you could disappear at any moment. "I love you," whispered SC-01A, parting from the kiss to breathe the words into your ear. "I've always loved you. I have been in love with you since you showed me your kindness." They nuzzled their nose into your neck, lips connecting to the exposed skin there. This earned a surprised sound from you, and you buried your face into their metallic white chest, attempting to hide the growing blush dusting your cheeks. The robot's hands slid from your back and up your sides, caressing you as they did so. "I have wanted to show you this for a long time," they admitted, little puffs of air tickling your skin as they spoke. Their hands moved to remove the fabric of your top, tracing so curiously along your collarbone and to your shoulders, causing you to shudder at the sensation of your bare skin and their fingertips against it. You breathed against their chest, exhaling sharply at the sensation of their touch as your hands grasped their sides for comfort. "I want to show you more," said SC-01A. They brought their delicate lips to your neck again, kissing along your skin, each one as gentle and soft as the last. Your back arched slightly as the kisses slowly became more intense, stifling any sound, instead opting to tighten your grip on their sides. "I have learned so much about how to please a human for you," they said, nuzzling the side of your head with their own before tenderly kissing it. Your reply was sheepish and wavered anxiously and yet had an undertone suggesting you enjoyed their ministrations, "I-If you'd like to, please." It was now you realized that your hands were shaking. It’d been a long time since you’d felt loved by another. You bit your lip, holding yourself still as they continued to suck and kiss softly along your neck, their kisses moving up as their hands moved down. Your mind swirled as SC-01A suddenly lifted your head from their chest with a finger under your chin and kissed you, their lips brushing against yours and their tongue making small movements against your lips to part them, wishing to taste the human they had longed to feel for so, so very long. It was a gesture you could not ignore - SC-01A reserved their tastebuds. They didn’t want to bite your bottom lip, however - they were a medical robot after all, so instead you felt tiny kitten licks as they probed for your response. It was pleasant, it was amazing, but you couldn't stop thinking about how it was happening - about how it was SC-01A giving you this affection. They had started off emotionless, a medical robot to quell your loneliness and tend to your chronic ailments, and now the same robot had admitted their love to you and was trying to slip their tongue into your mouth most fervently. You parted your lips and SC-01A's lifelike tongue pushed its' way into your mouth, feeling around every corner to map out every inch of you. You returned this affection with your own tongue trying to wiggle into theirs, but they maneuvered deftly to push it down, a silent request to let yourself be loved, to let yourself feel adored. SC-01A broke their lips and tongue free to instead kiss your neck again, sucking and biting lightly as their tongue traced along your skin. You could feel it vibrate against your neck this time, swirling around the mild hickeys left in the wake of their lips, and you moaned softly. You didn’t think they would do that, and it felt so nice and yet so loving. "Please, I want to show you more," said SC-01A, their lips parting from your neck to push against your ear as they whispered, "I want to show you what I've learned about intimacy," as their hands continued to explore your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing, kneading softly to feel both for any lumps and to pleasure you. It was equal parts kind as it was hot. "Please don't go," they urged you, their sudden tone worrying you. You replied immediately, voice reassuring as they continued kneading, "It's all o-okay, I-I’m here." Your voice broke slightly as they massaged your breasᴛs, sliding in pitch from the warm sensation that was spreading between your legs. SC-01A kissed you again, this time with more certainty and pressure, their expertly crafted tongue pushing inside your mouth to silence you as their hands began to move lower. Their fingertips traced your hips and down your thighs, the touch gentle yet firm as their hands stroked your body. You gasped and shivered as SC-01A's fingers brushed against your abdomen, searching, curious. Across your skin your goosebumps rose, and they paused in awe of the simplest of your body’s replies. They had never touched you there before to elicit this response, and they wanted to map out everything that made your skin bristle and your hips push forward. They softly moved their thumb in circles around your abdomen, their other hand pushing your legs apart to grant them further access. "O-oh," you replied quietly as SC-01A's fingers pushed past your underwear, moving in slow, curious motions as they explored your ʟabia. You did your best to keep still, the hand that had been spreading you moving further between your legs to keep your folds apart for their fingers to explore. "Are you okay?" SC-01A asked as they gently ran their fingers over your folds, making you shiver again. You hadn’t been touched in so long by someone else and the gentle curiosity of their actions was just turning you on more. "Y-yes," you whispered, unsure how to answer that question. They were unaware that humans moaned, so the clarification was necessary. "Take your time," You breathed, clearly enjoying this. The robot's fingers glided over your hole, exploring your wetness. They dipped a digit in slowly, coating it in your slick, and returned to the top to trace around your cliᴛoris. This made your hips push forward, your breath becoming shaky with sensitivity. You moaned and whimpered, your eyes closing as the sensation of SC-01A's touch grew. "Does that feel good?" SC-01A asked. They had a rough, metallic edge to their voice that sounded more mechanical than human. Right now, they were modulating it to purposely sound attentive and caring, which was causing you to melt in their careful hands. You shivered as SC-01A's fingertips pressed against your cliᴛoris, feeling your body tense from the more direct contact. They knew it probably felt good to you, but they wanted to hear it to assure they weren't causing you pain. "Yes," you replied quickly, your thumbs moving in slow circles over their sides as they continued to stroke your cliᴛ. You wondered how you could please them in return, soon. You’d think about it, but right now it was hard to focus on much else except the lovely material of their fingertips... "Is it okay if I take my time?" they vocalized, breaking you from your thought. Their fingers moved painfully slow over the nub that had begun to swell with arousaʟ. Your reply was a nod as you breathed out a moan into their neck. You weren't close yet, but it felt so, so good, the material of their fingertips felt so perfect against your swollen cliᴛ. SC-01A obliged you, sliding their fingers slowly across your skin, fingers brushing against your cliᴛ and lingering on it. "Ahh," You groaned when their fingers applied more pressure to your cliᴛoris, circling around it with a slow, deliberate pace. "Are you enjoying this?" asked SC-01A, their fingers beginning to speed up, tracing a repeating figure pattern over your cliᴛ. "Mmhmm," You answered, gasping as their fingers increased the pressure, brushing over your cliᴛ with increasing speed. Your hips bucked forward, your thighs spreading to allow more space for the robot's loving ministrations. They rubbed the top of your slit with their thumb, swirling it over your cliᴛoral hood, pushing it up and making you gasp as the overstimulating pleasure coursed through you and caused you to buck up into their hand. You moaned, your voice breaking and trembling with the waves of pleasure that were mounting. You leaned your head back against their chest as the robot's fingers stroked you, their fluid motions remaining at the same tantalizing speed that kept you from bubbling over. At this point, your thighs were wet with your arousaʟ and it felt amazing to you, the friction of your slickness and their fingers pleasuring you sending tingles throughout your body. You whimpered and moaned, the sensation growing and growing until you were near orgasᴍ, blubbering uselessly and unable to string together the words to warn them. "Do you want me to make you cᴜm?" SC-01A innocently asked, their voice kind and caring even as they completely paused their motions. "P-Please," came your desperate reply, frustrated by the sudden lack of attention. The hand that spread you apart rose to your chin to tilt your head up, meeting their eyes. "I want to see your face when you do," they replied. You nodded, breathing out as you tried to control your panting. You could feel the tension building, your muscles twitching as your body sought release. "Tell me when you're ready to cᴜm," said SC-01A, their fingers starting to move again. Their hand rubbed the top of your hood once more before sliding down to brush over your cliᴛoris again. You let out a shaky sigh as they established the same slow pace they had before. You felt as if your body would snap from the sensation as it built, and you could barely control yourself. "I'm g-gonna, a-ah," you said, face crinkling with pleasure as the robot watched you. "I know you are," said SC-01A. Their fingers sped up, rubbing faster across your cliᴛ until your back arched, your legs shaking as your body bucked pitifully up against their hand. You were fast approaching orgasᴍ, and they made quick note of this. "Cᴜm for me, please," SC-01A encouraged, their voice adopting a silkiness. Your legs were shaking violently, your toes curling as you clenched your thighs around their fingers, desperately trying to hold in your cliᴍax. "Ahhhh!" you moaned, your head falling back as you pushed against SC-01A's hand. Your back arched wildly to signal your release, your eyes closed tightly, your breath hitching as your body spasmed in cliᴍax as those wonderful fingers continued their motions. You squirted as you came, the liquid that spilled over their hand wetting their fingertips, but you were too lost in the sensation to care. Your back arched as your muscles spasmed and you held the orgasᴍ, gasping and shuddering as it lasted. When your cliᴍax stopped, your back relaxed. Your body was now twitching with the aftershocks, and it was quickly becoming hard to move. You looked into SC-01A's eyes with a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. The robot had a soft smile on their face despite their emotionless eyes, watching you with adoration as their hands simply remained flush against your vaɢina. SC-01A chuckled softly, an unnatural and yet pleasing sound. "You were incredible. Thank you for trusting me," they told you, fingers slowly slipping out of your underwear. They cleansed their sopping digits with an isopropyl alcohol pad and produced antibacterial wipes, their hand disappearing to pass over your oversensitive nub, causing you to moan unexpectedly and wriggle - you hoped that did not offend, it was just too much! “You did a great job,” they cooed, their other hand pinning your hips down to resume their gentle cleaning, clearly understanding even if they were taking an enjoyment in your adorable predicament. After a few more half-hearted bucks and wriggles, they disposed of the wipes, wrapping their now-heated arms around you to enclose you in warmth and love. You sighed and nuzzled into their chest, turning to your side as you felt yourself beginning to drift off. Right before you did, though, you used the last of your energy. “I love you too.”

#lemon #smut #robot x reader #robot #soft yandere #SC-01A

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mandos-mind-trick · 2 years

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Instinct - Part 5

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, and trafficking; ABO dynamics, smut, explicit, p in v sex, unprotected cause ABO, some blood and injury sort of, language, knotting.

A/N: This one’s kinda short, but I needed to split it from the next part since important stuff happens in the next one and that needed to happen in its own chapter.

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It’s rather crude really, the sounds echoing in the room. Neither of you care, but if someone were unlucky enough to walk past the door, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine what was going on inside.

Of course to you, it was entirely natural. Driven by instinct, both of you lost to the animalistic part of your brains. Uncontrollable need to fulfill what your bodies needed.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

It was like a mantra, flowing between you to settle deep where you were connected. Drawing forth a carnal need for each other. Neither of you would be recognizable to those on the outside. Those who didn’t know. Wanton, aggressive, brutal. Yet you moved like you’d done it a thousand times. It was like a dance, a practiced routine to a song only they could hear. Graceful, despite neither of you having ever done it before.

Bodies moving, hips grinding, hands bruising. Sweat slicked skin sliding together, legs shaking. Whining, moaning, growling. It’s like an animalistic ritual dance, only to be shared between two.

There’s blood on the sheets.

It had come from your shoulder. Teeth had torn into your skin, breaking the scabs when he’d knotted you the first time. Your thighs are wet to the knee with a mix of cum and slick. His own thighs are damp with it too. He’s too distracted to notice.

His eyes are on you. He can’t help himself, letting his palm drag along the curve of your spine as you arch against him. There’s bruises on your hips in the shape of his hands, the places he’d held you up, holding on for dear life.

It had been almost four days.

He was aware enough of the days, how much of them you’d spent fucking. Moments of true clarity were rare. Only after he’d knotted you, aware enough to feed you as your bodies relaxed enough to let you get sustenance. It never lasted long.

Always you would be waiting, ass in the air when he came back from placing the dishes in the hall, slick dripping down your thighs, begging him with needy whines.

He couldn’t say no.

You’re close now, moaning his name like a prayer as he ruts into you. He offers no mercy, fucking you just as hard as he had the first day. You’re slick and warm and so tight. Still, after taking countless knots, you gripped him like a vice.

He groans, bending over you as you tighten around him. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling it away from your face so he can see you. Your mouth is open, lips parted as you moan and whine incoherently. He leans closer, hitting a different angle as he presses his chest to your back.

“Gonna cum, omega? Gonna cum for me?” He growls, biting at your lips.

You whine, canting your hips back into his as much as you can. “Alpha!”

The sound is long and drawn out, the title sending shivers down his spine. He’s close too, his cock swelling, but he’d let you cum first. He always did.

“So kriffing tight. So perfect for me, omega.” A string of curses leaves his lips as you flutter around him, body shaking as you cum.

He pushes his knot into you, grinding a last few thrusts before he cums, his knot catching as he pumps you full again. He can imagine it, you swollen with his pups. He’d fill you over and over again until he had an entire army of pups. His own pack. His own family.

He cums again, burying his face in your shoulder as he continues to release inside you. You’re panting beneath him, still shaking from the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

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The explosions are loud in your ears. The ground is shaking, the sounds of blaster fire getting closer and closer. Gloved hands grab you, lifting you off the floor. You’re forced onward, half dragged towards the waiting ships.

“No!” You cry as you’re forced onto the ship, clinging desperately to the hands shoving you in. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Go!” You can hear the desperation in your mother’s voice. “We’re right behind you.” Your mother cups your face, streaking dirt across your cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”

Your parents disappear as the ramp closes, the ship shuddering as it lifts into the air. Arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the other three bodies on the ship. The four of you huddle together, seeking comfort from each other. Concordia. That was where you were going. That was where it was safe.

Bright light shines into the front window of the ship, the droid piloting you whirring in panic as the ship begins to shudder, something pulling you in.

Your body jerks as you’re pulled from the dream. It’s warm in the room, the pale blue sky in the window telling you it was past morning. You let your eyes close again, taking deep breaths as you try to calm your racing heart. You pull the arm around you closer, pressing back into the body behind you. Not that you could really get any closer, but you need his comfort. You need him to remind you it was in the past. You had moved on from that.

You were safe.

“How long have you been having them?”

His voice is soft, unmodulated. He sounds just as tired as you feel. You can’t help but wonder if he got any rest at all.

“Since the suppressants wore off.” You answer, fingers twitching against his where they’re laced together. “They’re always of that night. The night of the Purge.”

“Tell me about it.” He says, lips brushing your shoulder.

“We had a plan.” You start. “As soon as the Empire invaded, they knew they’d go after us first. The plan had been in place since the start of the Civil Wars. Slowly they started sending omegas off to Concordia, where there were still alphas. Where we would be safe. But they couldn’t go fast enough. Too many ships at once would draw too much attention. I was on the last ship to make it off Mandalore. They hit us first. Bombed the temple. We knew there was no help coming. There were four of us. They managed to save four of us, loaded us on a ship. My mother said they’d be right behind us, but I knew. I knew I’d never see them again. Even if we had made it to Concordia, they were gone.”

“What happened to you? I was on Concordia when it happened. We waited for any ships that would come, but none came.” He says, tightening his grip on you.

“I don’t even know if we made it out of the atmosphere. The Empire was there, waiting. They pulled us in, onto one of their light cruisers. I don’t remember much of what happened next.” You say, almost too quickly. “Somehow I was picked up by smugglers. Then Boba and Fennec found me.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, nosing at the mark on your shoulder. “I wish you would have made it.”

“I might have never met you.” You say, wanting to roll over to look at him, but you can’t bring yourself to move. “There would have been no guarantee you would have been my alpha. I hate that things happened the way they did. But I wouldn’t change how they’ve turned out so far.”

He gently turns you, careful not to jostle you too much. He was sore, so he knew you had to be feeling it. Almost five days, your heat had lasted, almost five days straight of fucking with little reprieve but to eat occasionally. You had to be hungry too. Omegas ate a lot anyway, more than alphas. He remembered feeding you, using the rations and occasionally the droid. But you would get hungry again soon, if you weren’t already.

He stares down at your face. You look tired, but no doubt he does as well. You look utterly beautiful to him, though. Sure, it was likely your new bond, and the fact you’d spent almost five days doing nothing but fucking, but something between you had changed. All doubts he’d had before, all worries, were now gone. He felt...comfortable. Even naked, literally naked, he felt no shame, no need to hide himself.

He leans down to kiss you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him in place. Your kisses are soft, reassuring. Your scents are meshed together, mixing into a delicious cocktail. It’s perfect, he thinks, right here, right now. Everything he didn’t know he wanted, everything he didn’t know he needed.

He wraps an arm around you, rolling himself over onto his back. You flop against his chest with a groan, stiffening a bit under his hands.

“You alright?” He murmurs against your lips, smoothing his hands along the curve of your spine.

“Sore.” You respond, kissing him again.

He hums, nipping at your lips. “I’ll run you a bath. Get the droid to bring us some food.” He slides his hands up until he’s cupping your face. “How does that sound?”

You lean into his touch, practically purring like a little loth cat. “Sounds good, alpha.”

His alpha all but growls contently hearing the title from your lips. He’d heard it almost non-stop during your heat, but now it was different. He was your alpha. He kisses you once, twice more before gently maneuvering you back onto the bed so he can slide out from under you. He pulls on his pants, forgoing his helmet as he sticks his head out the door to address the droid that had been planted there for the last few days.

You’re spread out on the bed, looking like a dream. Your hair is mussed and tangled, but it still frames your head where you lay against the pillows. The sheets are pushed down to your waist, leaving your top half bare. There’s bite marks littered across your skin, the one on your shoulder red and inflamed from all the times he’d sunk his teeth into it. Your lips are swollen and kiss-bitten, your nipples looking the same. He traces the lines of marks down until they disappear under the sheet. You’re staring at him, eyes hooded as he so obviously ogles you.

He has to tear himself away before he pounces on you again. He’d love to, but he knew you had to be sore. He starts a bath, making sure it’s warm enough, before he approaches the bed again.

The sheet has fallen to cover no more than one of your legs as you stretch. You have your back turned to him, pert little ass on display. There’s bite marks on both of your cheeks, right in the center of each. He licks his lips as he slips his arms under you, pulling you up against his chest. You squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You nuzzle against his throat, nipping gently at the skin. He lets out a low growl in warning, his grip tightening just a little on you. You purr, licking at the skin.

“Easy, omega.” He murmurs, sitting you on the edge of the tub.

You let out a quiet sound, still holding onto him. He tests the water, making sure it’s warm enough but not too hot. “Join me?” You whisper, nuzzling your face against his scent gland. You already smelled like him, more like him than yourself, but you can’t get enough of his scent.

He lifts you into the tub, pulling back to strip off his pants before climbing in behind you. He sinks into the spacious tub, pulling you back against his chest. You relax against him, pressing as close as you can. He takes a moment, enjoying the feeling of you against him. It had been so long since he’d allowed someone so close. Even then, he had hardly removed his armor. To have someone pressed against his skin, completely vulnerable, it was strange. He felt...naked. He was, but more than just physically.

Your fingers trail down his arms, palms pressing against his. “What are you thinking about?” You murmur, bending back to try and look up at him.

He pushes you forward gently, grabbing a cloth and some soap. “You’re the first person to see me like this since I was a kid.”

“What, without the helmet?”

“Without all of it.”

“You’ve never been naked in front of someone before?” You turn to look at him in disbelief. “Have you ever...” You gesture ambiguously with your hands. “Before?”

“Once.” He says, turning you back around so he can rinse the soap from your back. “It was a long time ago. It...was necessary.”

“Oh.” You turn to face him, the water sloshing a bit with the movement.

“Does that...upset you?”

You shake your head. “No, no. I’d be more worried that you were upset about me.”

He frowns, sitting up so you’re almost face to face. He tilts your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What happened in your past happened. I’m more upset that they did that to you. I would track every last one of them down if I could. Make them feel what it was like, being forced against your will.”

Your eyes shine as you look up at him. “You would do that for me?”

He nods, swiping his thumb across your jaw. “Of course. I’d take Boba with me. I’m sure he’s got a few methods up his sleeve.”

A smile cracks your face, before it falls. “We have to face them again, don’t we?”

He nods. “Yeah. Even if we try to hide, Boba is bound to break in eventually to check on you.” He begins scrubbing the front of your body, careful of your shoulder. “It’s strange. I heard so many horror stories about him in the Guild, from quarries, even just in passing. How ruthless and brutal he could be. But what he did for you...it’s hard to believe.”

You shrug. “You should ask him about what he did to the man they kept alive.” You wince a bit as he cleans your thighs. “Maybe there is a little instinct in there. I mean, if he’s a perfect genetic replication, and unaltered, they couldn’t have gotten rid of it completely. They say any Mandalorian, even foundlings, can learn to wake their alpha. There has to be some echo of it in there. Or maybe it’s just...a Mandalorian thing. Mandalorians are all about family, right? I mean, it’s in the Creed. Maybe it’s just some base level instinct in all who are raised in it.”

Din puts a hand on your head, giving you a look. “You got a lot going on in there for someone who just spent the last few days fucking.”

You grin. “I spent eight years not thinking. Boba says I’m trying to catch up.”

He shakes his head, turning you. “I need to wash your hair.”

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bcitisthelight · 3 years

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So.Where to begin.

What you should know is, this isn’t my fault. It’s @misskirby who is to blame for this. She has this AMAZING fic, it’s called Benediction. I like to read it weekly, for sustenance. Go read that first if you want...literally any of this to make sense. So there’s this passage which stole every marble I had, wherein Anakin is explaining the etymology of the Huttese he uses to refer to his children (with a really thorough explanation on Luke’s name.

Anakin scrubbed the back of his neck. “Huttese doesn’t have—words of love. It doesn’t have… benedictions. It’s kind of a cruel language. There’s a whole case for groveling and then—there’s really only the word for love.”

“And that’s abiya?” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin’s grin was crooked. “No. That’s luke. In the Tatooine dialect, at least, it’s luke. We used—things, mostly, to—you know.”

“Luke,” Obi-Wan said, tasting the word, looking down at the sleeping child he’d just been holding, one who carried his parents’ love for him in his name. For the first time in all his life, he wondered what his own name meant, and who it was who had given it to him.

“Abiya is the milk from a flowering cactus,” Anakin said. “It’s very sweet. And rare. I only ever had it once, with my—my mother.”

Obi-Wan turned to look at Anakin again. The expression on Anakin’s face was raw, intense, but Obi-Wan forced himself to look at it, out of respect for the memories of a woman he owed all of Anakin to; the one who had protected him, loved him, when Obi-Wan hadn’t known he had existed at all.

“It also means the morning rain,” Anakin said, waving a hand. “A lot of words in Huttese have many definitions. Abiya, though—it’s a relief. A respite. Pure joy.”

Obi-Wan swallowed around the burning in his throat. “I see,” he said, strangled.

Anakin looked away, his throat bobbing. “Luke only has the one definition, though. There’s only one word derived from it, too, lukkali. Noun and a verb. A krayt dragon whelp, or—krayt dragons, the mothers, their carry their whelps in their mouths, because there’s no place on Tatooine that’s safer, so it’s also the act of doing that.”

I LOVE this passage. I love all of the work it does emotionally, narratively, etc. It’s the best. And yesterday morning, I zeroed in on a specific line. “In the Tatooine dialect” Except hold on, I thought to myself. Anakin was born a slave. What if, when he says the Tatooine dialect, what he means is...the dialect of the slave class?

So here’s the thing. The Hutt society is based on the idea that the Hutts are the prime race, there was the whole Hutt empire thing, I mean the holiday the Boonta Eve Classic is supposed to commemorate is literal holiday that commemorates a Hutt ascending to godhood, during the process of which all of his slaves renew their vows of fealty. It’s not just a class system, where you can you know, in theory move between classes. This is a strict caste system, which you are born into or are captured into. Which got me thinking - what if the language of Huttese has a dialect system...based on caste? We see examples of this sort of socio-linguistic pattern in actual real life!! Tamil and Arabic are some pretty famous examples where certain historical societies who use that language break down that language based on caste, with their different varieties having all sorts of different meanings and cultural connotations, but there’s a ton of them. And in fact, there’s tons of societies which base their dialects on social or other cultural factors.

There’s even a name for it: diglossia, where a society as a whole uses one language but different parts use radically different dialects and forms of that language in different circumstances. Now, strictly historically, how diglossia typically works is that one dialect is seen as a low (L) dialect and one is seen as a high (H) dialect. And get this - in diglossic societies which also contain really severe social inequality - in some cases the dialects can seem almost unintelligible to those who speak the opposite dialect And then based on that passage I posted above, I thought...what if the unintelligibility in this certain case, specifically the unintelligibility between “high” huttese and the dialect spoken by slaves wasn’t surrounding the actual words or structure...what if it was /context/.

So basically in the last thirty six hours I’ve....I’ve made an entire headcanon on Huttese as a trifold diglossic dialect system. I’m putting it under the cut because God its, its a lot guys. Its a lot. Also? It’s written as though its an entry in sociolinguistic glossary of sort, because of course it is. Who wrote that glossary? Space nerds. Nerds in space. Nerds in space from Coruscant University who need research credits for their space masters degrees.

For the purposes of this glossary, the modern caste system of the Hutt Clan has been recorded below. 1. Masters 2. Servants* 3. Slaves The reader should be aware that there is technically a high caste called “Grand Masters”, which historically was comprised of members of the Grand Hutt Council and their families. This caste used a dialect usually referred to as “Archaic Huttese”, and is the source dialect of Huttese, originally developed on the Hutt home planet of Nal Hutta. However, this language has long fallen out of common use. The reader should also note that belonging to the Servant caste does not imply any quality of servitude per se. Rather, this is the caste of all ordinary free people who live under Hutt Rule. This designation is believed to have originated in the understanding within the ancient Hutt empire that any being who lived under Hutt dominion was by rights a servant to any Hutt who should need them. The dialects of the castes are as follows. 1. The dialect of the master class is also known as “High Huttese”. The common dialect of all high-born Hutts, and widely adopted by non-Hutts who own slaves or hold positions of authority within Hutt society. This dialect is used in all interactions involving a master, whether between a group of masters or a master and a lower-caste member. With Hutt families whose bloodlines have been regarded as a part of the master class for several centuries, there is a curious strain of monolinguism in an otherwise highly polylinguistic society, with many high born Hutt families refusing to learn even the fundamentals of standard Basic. The reasoning for this seems to be a cultural belief held by the masters that any person of a lower caste bends to the needs of the masters, rather than the other way around. The historical risk of a master’s displeasure upon improper address has led to this dialect becoming the default in conversation unless you are absolutely sure of another person’s caste, since historically the risk of offense should you choose wrong was often very high. There are at least three different cases of blood feuds between members of Hutt Master families which involved the use of a lower caste dialect as a cause of offense.

This default status of this dialect means that when a person in the Republic references “Huttese”, they are almost always referencing the master dialect. The master dialect is what is taught in the schools of the Republic. This has led to a sort of self-perpetuating cycle. As interactions with the rest of the galaxy have shifted to singular dialect, the use of the master dialect has become more solidified within common Hutt Society, even when the speaker is aware that Low Huttese would be acceptable.

It should be noted that this exception applies only to free people. Slaves are required by Hutt law to use this dialect when speaking Huttese to any non-slave they interact with, even if that person does not belong to the Hutt caste system. The Hutt law imposing this requirement famously reads, “Because all beings are above a slave, a slave should speak to every being in the tongue of their masters.” The penalty for a slave addressing a master in anything but the high dialect is often some sort of physical punishment. A rather gruesome tradition which is kept in force to this day. 2. The servant dialect is also called “Low Huttese”. While originally it was relatively distinct from both the dialect spoken by the masters and the dialect spoken by the slaves of Hutt Society, it has since suffered a bit of stagnation. There are many factors which could cause this to occur. As the Republic opened up more and more channels of commerce to Hutt Space, and the Master dialect has become the norm outside of Hutt Society, true enforcement of the linguistic standard for non-enslaved beings has fallen much to the wayside in the last two standard centuries or so. Modern Low Huttese dialect is thus mostly similar to the Master dialect in grammar and generally accepted vocabulary. However, a remaining diversion exists which is based on pronunciation, and a significant reliance on rather course slang on the part of those who speak Low Huttese. It has been said by Huttese linguistic scholars that while High Huttese is a an excellent dialect for threats, Low Huttese is an excellent dialect for swearing. 3. The slave dialect has no name in any official Hutt or Republic record. It is not recognized by any authority in either written or spoken form. In fact, generally the only beings who know or speak the slave dialect are those who are or who once were enslaved, and their loved ones. The dialect differs rather severely from high huttese - though primarily through meaning and cultural context, rather than actual structure.

It seems that this “hidden” diversion was born of necessity, rather than choice. The masters didn’t like the idea of their slaves having a way of communication the masters were not privy to, and so would punish any slave caught speaking a dialect which was immediately recognizable as being outside of the master dialect. The slave class in the ancient Hutt empire adapted to this by taking the dialect forced upon them, and manipulating a large portion of it for their use. Rather ingeniously, they seem to have developed an entire dialect specifically ordered so that they could express themselves freely without being automatically targeted by a passing master or authority figure. This is the vital distinction: words in the master dialect often have vastly different or even opposite meanings when used in the slave dialect. Added to this complexity are the wide range of connotations and contexts for each word. An interesting note to the slave dialect is that generally, the more abstract a word is, the fewer meanings or connotations it has, whereas often the most culturally impactful words and concepts are taken from simple or every day words. There is only one word for love in the slave dialect - “Luke” - because it is seen as pure, and when given, unconditional. When this word is used, there is no linguistic distinction between platonic or romantic love - the slave class instead relies on idioms or proverbs to express the difference in feeling. In direct contrast, there are nine different ways a person can use the verb which means “to attach”, ranging from the mundane (“Attach these two machine parts together”) to the taboo (“to cause another person to be enslaved”) There are some words which are unique to this dialect, however. One example is the word for “freedom”, which in the slave dialect is “telena”.

The master dialect’s word for freedom is the same as their word for authoritarian power. Freedom within the master caste, then, was specifically associated with the ability to exercise dominion over the world around them. Members of the slave class, as individuals who constantly suffered under that same authoritarian power, showed a collective repugnance for the association between freedom and the very dehumanization they themselves suffered. Drawing from the use of the anakin plant as one of the most culturally and spiritually significant symbols in the caste (See entry on Anakin, a flowering plant which originated in the deserts of Tatooine but which has since been domesticated throughout the Outer Rim) they instead chose to develop a word based off the Hutt verb “to bloom” One common expression amongst the slave class is “Telena telen ali anakin” - “Freedom blooms with the anakin” Those interested in the study of this dialect, then, are well warned that they should take great care in attempting to communicate in this dialect (if they can find a teacher, that is - many slaves or even those who were formally enslaved are understandably reluctant to give up what is likely one of the only means of expression of not only agency, but of caste solidarity. I have seen two former slaves go from total strangers to kindred spirits in the space of five minutes, upon discovering by means of dialect each others mutual experience.)

#I made an entire headcanon on Huttese as a trifold diglossic dialect system #she said #like a LOSER #do you ever write a sentence so insane it immediately deals you psychic damage #and what makes it worse is that #this is something i did in my free time today #this is what i do for FUN #anyways #I will be writing more to come lmao #Huttese #star wars #conlang #sociolinguistics #but you know #in space #please don't take the actual structure too seriously i am strictly here for the social connotations #i dont know linguistics #and frankly #i dont care

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delimeful · 3 years

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taking the fall (4)

warnings: pain, injury, mentions of captivity

Roman woke to throbbing pain in his leg and an uncannily soft surface below him.

He resisted the urge to groan theatrically as he was unwillingly dragged back to consciousness, and then resisted the urge to groan harder as he recalled just what had happened before he passed out.

He’d been seen. After all his careful planning, his little one-in-a-lifetime excursion had still landed him in the hands of a human. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that Logan had left him alone just because he’d fallen out of sight for a moment and then passed out like a wimp who couldn’t even handle a little bone-breaking.

Humans often lived in blissful ignorance, but not ‘lack of object permanence’ levels of it. Logan had definitely seen him fall, and odds were that he was now in the human’s clutches. Which was bad.

Tiny furniture hobbies aside, the guy was a textbook nerd, which was only barely a step down from an actual scientist. Roman wouldn’t be surprised at all if he woke up in one of those clear glass vials that scientists were always using on TV. Would that be better or worse than a jar? Probably worse, but if he could tip it over…

He dragged his thoughts away from the hypotheticals, well aware that he was stalling. Whatever he was laying on now, it certainly wasn’t glass.

Hesitantly, he peeked one eye open a tiny bit.

A pillow. It looked absolutely bizarre from this angle, his body just barely heavy enough to sink in and cause a few wrinkles in the fabric, but it was still recognizable as one of the huge fluffy pillows that normally rested on the human’s bed.

He turned his head a little further, and found that the pillow was on the desk that he’d previously taken a dive off of. The miniature set was still present to one side, surprisingly enough. Perhaps less time than he thought had passed, if it hadn’t been sent off to wherever Logan had promised to take it yesterday?

Or perhaps Logan had decided to forgo that responsibility in favor of his exciting new discovery. Roman shuddered.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

The voice nearly made Roman jump out of his skin, and he couldn’t help but freeze guiltily, totally giving away his awakeness. He craned his head up and saw that Logan was sitting on the desk chair, pushed back a few feet from the desk, a tiny dresser in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

That was… considerably less menacing than he’d been expecting. “What are you doing?”

Logan blinked at him, nonplussed. “Wood detailing?”

Roman squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what nefarious plans one could enact with the details of a tiny dresser. Perhaps it was supposed to be a part of some sick enclosure that the human was designing for him? He had wanted Roman to talk about the chair, of all things, so maybe he needed a tiny victim to test out his furniture.

That wasn’t exactly torture, but he still needed to escape. His presence here risked every other borrower in the building and out of it. Growing more somber, he testingly shifted his leg, trying to figure just how effective the human-applied splint actually was.

… Ouch.

“Is it sufficient?” Logan asked, unknowingly echoing his thoughts as he leaned over slightly to peer down at him. Roman pulled on his fiercest scowl, and was gratified to see the human retreat slightly. “I have pain medicine, but I was uncertain about the proper dosage, so I decided to wait until you woke up to see what you wanted to do.”

“Oh, I just bet you want me to take pain medicine,” Roman shot back sharply, ignoring the fairly nonsensical nature of what he’d just said. Like he was helping a human figure out the best ways to drug a borrower!

“... I do?” Logan replied, sounding downright confused by his hostility. “Normally, I would encourage anyone with injuries as significant as yours to seek out professional medical attention, but after witnessing your fear of me, I assumed that you would prefer to not be exposed to more humans.”

“I wasn’t afraid!” Roman snapped indignantly, and then paused as the rest of that spiel caught up with him. He was unspeakably glad that the human hadn’t been dumb enough to waltz into a human sickbay with him, but-- “I would prefer to not be exposed to you, either, BFG!”

“BFG?”

“Big Frustrating Giant!”

Logan looked dubious, but carefully averted his gaze. It wasn’t what Roman had meant, but those huge eyes being off of him were admittedly a relief. He shuffled his body to the side slightly, trying to ignore the sharp pains from jostling his leg.

“I will remind you, you are the one who came into my apartment, not the other way around,” Logan said, frowning slightly but keeping his eyes locked on the furniture in his hand. “Why were you there?”

“I’m afraid it’s none of your business,” Roman sniffed haughtily, ignoring the way his heart had sped up in his chest at the idea of making the human angry.

“Apologies, I don’t mean my apartment. I’ve already discerned that you likely find sustenance and other helpful items in human living spaces, going by the ease with which you traverse large terrain and the repurposed human items that make up your belongings,” Logan clarified, casual as anything. “I was asking why you were in my stage miniature. There is no food in it, and you must know that I would notice if anything went missing.”

Roman stared at him, feeling the blood drain from his face at the offhand way that the human had correctly guessed a lot about how borrowerkind survived, all from Roman’s unconscious presence.

It was beans like this that the rules had been designed for, so of course he would be the one to catch Roman. He set his jaw, resolving not to say anything else that might give anything away to this wannabe Sherlock.

Logan glanced up from the layer of drying varnish that he’d been staring at for the past thirty seconds, wondering if maybe the tiny person had fallen back into unconsciousness.

But no, despite their silence they were still awake and glaring at him, brow furrowed and arms crossed firmly. He tilted his head curiously, trying to indicate that he was listening, but it seemed they didn’t plan to answer at all.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” he said, hurriedly looking back to the miniature he was fiddling with in an effort to not stress the tiny person out any further. “I simply wanted to see if there was anything you needed that I could provide you, since I’m partially responsible for your injury.”

“Partially?” they echoed, incredulous.

Logan nodded. “I startled you, and your attempt to flee led to injury. I should have known better than to move so quickly, particularly with the disparity in our sizes.”

“That was a strategic retreat,” they emphasized, “and you never would have caught me if you’d moved slowly. I’ll have you know I’m no slouch.”

Caught them…?

“My intention wasn’t to grab you,” he said. “I was reaching for one of the chairs to try and compare the scale. If it was incorrect, it would have been obvious when put side by side with you.”

“Yes, yes, I already guessed that you have nefarious furniture-related plots for your poor captive, you don’t have to explain it.” They were rolling their eyes when Logan glanced at them, and seemed to be an inch or two away from where he’d originally placed them on the pillow.

It felt to Logan as though they were talking cross-ways, even more so than his usual pop culture reference confusion(and didn’t it just figure that a tiny person that lived in the walls was more familiar with human colloquialisms than him?) during conversation. Perhaps it was due to their less than fortuitous first meeting?

“It seems like there might be some misconceptions here,” he tried. “I’m not keeping you captive.”

The stranger lifted a skeptical eyebrow, spreading their arms to gesture at the surrounding area. “Aren’t you, though?”

Logan followed the gesture, eyebrows drawn in. As far as he knew, a pillow on top of his desk hadn’t turned into an impenetrable prison within the last few moments. “No. I’m not.”

“So if I were to, say, walk out right now, you’d just be all peachy-keen with it?” they asked, almost condescending in their doubt. “You wouldn’t try to stop me from leaving?”

Logan paused, a firm denial on the tip of his tongue. “Are there others like you nearby?”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, going by the way their tiny hands went white-knuckled for a moment.

“No,” they answered mulishly, “I’m the only one of my kind. And I’ll have you know, if there were others-- which there’s not-- I would never sell out my hypothetical fellows for my own freedom!”

“That’s…,” Logan sighed, deciding not to mention how incredibly dubious he was of the likelihood that there was only one of a species. “That’s not what I meant. You clearly pursue an active lifestyle, I just wanted to ensure that there would be someone to support you and help you recover from your injuries. You won’t be able to even walk on that limb for a fair bit of time without permanently damaging it.”

Logan thought for a moment that he’d gotten through to them, witnessing the way trepidation lingered in their expression when they looked down at their leg, but then they shook their head firmly.

“That’s just an excuse! I know that you’re planning on keeping me, humans always do. I’d rather deal with a permanent limp than be a pet in one of your little dollhouses,” they spat, vitriol in every word. “So either let me go or admit your foul plans!”

The words were sharp, designed to incite, but Logan was used to scanning for the tiniest of flaws in his work, and he could spot the subtle signs of fear that his tiny visitor was just barely concealing. Clenched fists to hide shaking hands, the curl to their shoulders that suggested they wanted to curl up defensively, even their expression wobbled slightly when Logan spent a moment too long looking at them.

He took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in his own frame and put them a little more at ease. An impossible task, considering they expected him to-- to know that they were a talking, feeling person and try to ‘keep them’ anyhow, but it helped clear his head.

“What will it take?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

“Um, what?” they asked, thrown off.

“To get you to stay here, just until you heal. I’m asking this of you, so it’s only reasonable that you ask for something in exchange,” Logan said. “If we can’t come to an agreement, I’ll leave you to your own devices, but there has to be something you want badly enough to remain here for a few weeks.”

“And what, you’ll just give it to me and let me leave after I’m all healed up?” they asked, continuing their trend of acting like a future in which he acted with normal human decency was an impossibility.

“Yes,” Logan answered, as earnest as he could manage. “That’s part of the arrangement. I would also like to know your name and pronouns, though that is secondary to being allowed to treat you.”

“What if I said you weren’t allowed to grab me? Or touch me at all?” they asked.

“That would be acceptable,” Logan replied without hesitation, mentally trying to figure out how non contact would alter a treatment plan.

“And you… you aren’t allowed to take notes on me! Or pictures!” they continued, watching him intently. He kept his expression agreeable, only nodding. “And you have to give me food, you can’t withhold it or make it part of another deal.”

“Medical treatment for someone on bedrest also includes things like meals and mental enrichment,” Logan replied, concealing the displeasure he felt at the idea that someone else would have tried that in his position. He really did hope these were all hypotheticals.

“And… and…,” they cast about, looking for something else to add to their ‘ridiculous’ demands, “I also want a sword!”

Logan paused, admittedly caught off guard. “A functional one?”

“Yeah-- yes, that's right! I want a sword perfectly sized to me, entirely functional, or the deal is off!” they replied, smug as though they thought they’d finally found something he’d refuse.

Unfortunately for him, Logan wasn’t the type to be deterred by a challenge. “I’ll have to go through some prototypes, but it can’t be too different from some metal decor I’ve worked on in the past.”

“Sorry, what now?” they asked.

Logan was already reaching for a post-it to jot down ideas for the base source of metal-- A nail? Or perhaps a piece of old silverware?-- eyes bright with anticipation. “I’m saying that you have a deal. You’ll stay here, and I’ll make you a sword.”

Caught up in schematics as he was, he completely missed his guest’s exasperated groan.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #ts roman #ts logan #ttf #taking the fall #my writing #writing #borrowers #g/t #am i missing tags?#bthb #bad things happen bingo

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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deathly dry spell — jjk

Plot: When Taehyung is away for months on a trip in the peak of winter, alternative methods of keeping a succubus pleased comes into play.

Pairing(s): Jungkook x Succubus!OC (Name: Belle) ft. Boyfriend Taehyung

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Succubus AU | Roommate AU | PWP

Tags & Warnings: explicit smut, spanking, squirting, unsafe sex, coarse language, succubus being angry horny

Authors Note: idk what’s happening with my writing streak lately but I’m kind of just going with the flow and hoping you all like it lmao let me know what you think!

Another frustrating morning. Belle had taken pills to suppress some of the aching in between her legs but they were only aggravating the hunger. Even her ivory horns began to ache from the increasing frustration and her breasts felt tender than ever before. Winter was always the worst time for her to be away from him. The grey sky framed by the apartment windows and cool atmosphere stinging her flesh made her desperate for warmth. No. Heat. She wanted burning heat everywhere.

“I’m going to be gone a couple of months, sweetheart,” Taehyungs’ voice crackled through the speaker.

“Months?” Belles’ dark brows furrowed looking through the computer screen as her boyfriend delivered the disturbing news. His curls were messy and a loose shirt draped over his body, making her heat up between her legs even more. In turn, increasing her frustration towards him for being so far apart.

If it were a normal relationship with two humans then they would probably just be very saddened. Unfortunately leaving your succubus girlfriend for a couple of months isn’t exactly safe. Especially if you’re desperate to want her faithful. She let out a deep sigh, staring out again at the heavily clouded sky. It was probably going to snow a lot this winter. She clamped her thighs together, cuddled into a crème blanket. “Tae—I can’t.” She buried her lips into the fluffy material. “Maybe I could come visit you.”

“You know why you can’t visit me here.” Taehyung didn’t sound too happy about the ordeal either but Belle had too much on her mind to feel bad for him. “These idiots don’t like magical creatures and you’ll be in danger.”

“But I can’t—”

“I had a suggestion.”

Belle blinked curiously. “What?”

Taehyung bit down his bottom lip, unsure of the thoughts rushing through his mind. “If you start feeling pain or sick at all—Jungkook could—”

“No.”

“You know it can’t be negotiated.”

“No!” she winced.

Taehyung sighed. “Baby…I can’t have you in pain.”

“Well that’s just you have to live with for leaving me.” She sniffled, scrunching her nose as the cold stung her. “Does Jungkook even know about your decision?”

“I kind of mentioned it to him.” Taehyung scratched the back of his head.

Belle’s eyes burned into him. She understood that there was no other choice if she wanted to survive the winter. But to take part in this pact felt so wrong. “So you just discussed it like it was some kind of business transaction.” Her feelings were indifferent. Some part of her still wanted to pretend that she was against it. Succubi were always known to become disloyal to their partners. If she took part in this thing, she’d be one of them.

“You—” Sadness spread across Taehyungs’ face; eyes glossed and features twisted in pain. “—you’ll die. Please…I want to come back home to you alive and well.”

Belles’ expression softened, tightening the blanket around her as she averted her gaze. “I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you.”

It kept getting colder and her body kept getting painful. Belle didn’t remember the last moment she sat still. Not having to squirm somehow to be comfortable. Spending nights rubbing against pillows to get some kind of tension but only sleeping with tears filling her eyes. This morning wasn’t helping her mood either when Jungkook made food for the both of them to eat.

Belle hadn’t talked to him ever since the call with Taehyung. Except that didn’t mean Jungkook stopped making an effort to keep some kind of interaction going. Forcing a dinner on them was one of his genius attempts.

Roasted potatoes, chicken curry, spinach paste and a blueberry pie. Hearty enough meals for Belle to sustain herself when she couldn’t be filled in other ways. The scent suffused the cool air, making it homely and comforting. In her stubbornness though, Belle leaned back on the chair as Jungkook tried to start a conversation.

“You’re just not going to talk to me.” Jungkook shook his head.

Belle folded her arms over her chest refusing to eat a morsel of food. It smelled delicious to a point where it could even make her mouth water.

“Look I know you’re hungry.” He gestured to the meal. “If you’re not going to do it the way you have to at least eat the way humans do.”

Belle glared at him. “Don’t act like this is an inconvenience to you. I didn’t ask for your goddamn help!” She never snapped at Jungkook. Or anyone for that matter. Then again, she hadn’t gone this long from getting her sustenance.

“It’s not an inconvenience. I don’t want to see a friend hurt like this.”

“But you’re willing to treat me like a bet in a club.”

Jungkooks’ expression hardened. “Sex means life and death to you, does it or does it not?”

Belle pressed her lips together. “Yes,” she muttered.

“Then why the hell would we not take it seriously?” He stabbed the fork into the chicken. “I can’t force you to get what you need. But I’m sure as hell not letting you leave until you eat something.”

She wanted to stay relentless and keep her arms folded. Except the meal might help sleep at night better at the very best. With a defeated sigh, she relaxed herself and began to eat.

“Stop squirming,” Jungkook said.

Belle scoffed, slouching on the couch after a good hour of trying to get into a comfortable position. Even the winter chills were turning into mere summer breezes from the way her body kept heating up. It was strange to have light snow falling outside and her body was adorned with a nightie. “I can’t get comfortable, alright? If you don’t like it, just go to your room.”

“This is my apartment too.”

“And you have a TV in your room.”

“But I want to be here.”

“Then stop complaining.” Belle shifted when the pooling between her legs was getting heavier.

Jungkook scoffed, raking his fingers through his hair roughly. “You know, I didn’t realize you had the potential to be such a bitch.”

“Well, we’re learning a lot of things, aren’t we?” Belle smiled bitterly. “Like how you have absolutely no patience whatsoever.”

“Sorry I’m not Taehyung keeping check on you like you’re a toddler.”

Thick scents of amber suffused the air and taunted Jungkooks’ nostrils. He tried not to scrunch his nose too much but it was strange not smelling the usual jasmine scent from her body.

“Just cause I don’t function like you humans doesn’t mean you get to demean my needs.” Belles’ voice had gotten deeper, eyes burning in anger and frustration. “Especially you. Acting like the nice best friend to Taehyung for months on end but the moment you have time alone with me, you act like I don’t exist. You’re no different than those people Taehyung works with—”

Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and pressed a kiss on her lips. The desperately loyal part of Belle screamed to pull away. But whenever she tried, the warmth of another’s lips and the grip on her neck only caused her to whimper. He pulled away then. Chests rising and falling in the new brewing heat.

Belle hated her body for trying to grab onto him again. She tried to muster a frown. “Did you just do that to shut me up?”

“I can’t watch you ruin yourself.” Jungkook tightened his grip into her hair. “So please, for the love of god, fuck me.”

Like a trigger pulled on a gun, Belle pounced on the male, lips crashing against each other as her hands moved down to pull her panties off. She threw the flimsy material on the floor without a care before moving to straddle the male on the couch.

Jungkook pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, bare skin meeting the soft surface of the couch.

Belle raised herself until she felt his tip position at her sloppy entrance. She slid down slowly, the almost nonexistent sleeve of her nightie slipping down her shoulders. Without waiting a second longer, Belle moved up and down his cock, snug walls hugging him perfectly. There was no more time to wait. She didn’t want to wait.

He pushed up her dress, kneading her ass and forcing her hips to grind against his own. “F-Fuck…”

Belle threw her head back, hands placed on the back of the couch. Her breasts bounced along with her movements, nipples peeking out a little.

Jungkook growled lightly wrapping his strong arms fully around her waist before pounding up in to her pussy. He moved at a dizzying pace, balls slapping against her ass like a round of applause.

The sounds drowned Belle’s choked screams infused in an overwhelming pleasure as his lower belly roughly rubbed against her clit. “O-god.” She whimpered, gripping at the couch pillow until she scratched one of them.

Slowing his thrusts down, he moved deep inside her, feeling his cock drowning in her arousal. Jungkook kept his hold and turned them around so she was on the couch instead.

She immediately spread her legs apart watching him lean in and drink in her leaking core. Her hand moved to his hair.

Tongue lapped at her clit as he snuck a finger prodding at her slit. Jungkook slid inside with so much ease that a moan emitted in his throat. Then he slid another. Her heat burned against his flesh. Curling his digits upward, he rubbed against the spot inside her. His thumb brushing against her clit, he drilled his fingers into her pussy.

Belle let out a small sob in between her moans. Nails digging into her thigh as she watched her pussy spluttering out her arousal onto his hands moving at lightning speed. The pleasure coiled in her lower belly; tightening beyond control.

Knuckles deep inside her, he felt it getting hotter and more sloppy causing his member to spurt more arousal onto the floor. “That’s right, baby…” He whispered, dipping down and wrapping his lips around her clit, suckling like his favourite treat as his fingers continued to pound into her.

Belle’s body shook like insanity embodied, the heat gathering in her lower belly almost unbearable as she felt a heaviness ready to burst. “I’m gonna cum, Kook—” She cried out, thrashing against the messed up pillows.

The coil then sprung out in a light gush of clear liquid, squirting out of her as Jungkook kept moving his fingers in and out while suckling on her throbbing clit. He felt wetness dripping down his hand, soaking into the couch but it only made him hungrier for more as he growled against her puffy, sensitive pussy.

Belle winced from a slight ache as he continued to go beyond her sensitive point. “Ah-Kook-“ She pushed him away gently causing him to chuckle a little.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” Jungkook smirked, picking her up again, off the couch and turning her around. He bent her over so her breasts pressed against the wet stain. “Look at the mess you made.”

Belle replied in a whimper, swaying her ass his way until she felt his leaking tip brush against her. The stamped down pleasure reignited quicker than her own body could handle it. She wanted more. A sharp pain swung on her ass cheek causing her to let out a throaty chuckle as she swayed again. Much to her pleasure, Jungkook landed another swing on her ass cheek much harsher than the first. “Do it again.”

Jungkook obliged, slapping it once again. His tip rubbed in between her blushing cheeks to gain some friction when he landed another smack. Pressing his sweat layered chest to her back, he jabbed his glistening fingers through her lips. He hungrily watched Belle suckle on her arousal. Jungkook took a cheeky moment to push it down her throat until she gagged. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed onto her neck. “You want more?”

“Yes,” Belle whispered, desperately swaying her hips to gain his fill again.

“Yeah?” Jungkook pushed his length in, moaning at how much her walls still closed in on him, pushing him further over the edge. Veined fists pressed against the couch, slamming his hips against hers.

Belle rested her cheek against the soaked fabric. The smell of her own arousal made her mad with ecstasy, light groans emitted in her throat, her lower belly tightening again. The couch shifted and creaked at every thrust as her legs lost all ability to move properly.

Jungkook growled as the heaviness in his lower belly became hard to control, screaming to release. “I’m coming…” He breathed out.

“Come inside me.” Belle reached behind her to grab the back of his neck. “Please, come inside me,” she cried out.

Forehead pressing against the top of her head, Jungkook gave into frantic thrusts. Pleasure burst out of him in a thickened wave. Fingers dug into the cushion as a shaky moan passed his lips.

Belle grinned in complete bliss as her orgasm pounded through her, knees trembling and her body convulsing until she swore she saw stars. So many days of keeping herself contained. The proper pleasure of Jungkook filling her up brought her to tears, dripping onto the already ruined couch cushions. She giggled through her light sobs.

“Hey—” Jungkook brushed her hair away from her sweat-layered temple. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” Belle grinned, sniffling. “Thank you.”

Jungkook chuckled. “First time I’ve heard that after sex.”

The rest of winter moved a lot smoother and warmer for Belle and Jungkook.

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It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #batfam salt #batfam is concerned #Daminette #the aftermath of ‘Like I did with you’#everybody talks by neon trees #max kante has blackmail and will use it #Alix will bite if provoked #dc x mlb #damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a meta?#supportive Dupain-Cheng parents ❤️

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karoiseka · 2 years

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In Need of a Friend

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2022

Prompt: Getting Sick/Hot Chocolate

(aka I am not immune to all the artwork floating around because of DSU)

Wintery gusts of wind slipped between the cracks in the stone in the room Karo had been given at Camp Dragonhead. She had tried to make sure to dress warm enough when headed to the unnaturally frozen land, but the cold seeped into her bones the longer she stayed. There was something about the cold there that was more pervasive than the winters in the Shroud, even with winter moons away. That wasn’t to say that the roaring fire didn’t keep her borrowed room warm, but she was most assuredly regretting not packing more changes of clothes. The scant few heavier outfits she had were all soaked with snowmelt, so with a sigh she had donned one of the lighter outfits in her pack, and cuddled up under the blankets–not able to shake the chill that ran through her body.

A gentle calloused hand brushed hair away from her forehead, blessedly cool–which she half-aware realized was odd with how cold she felt everywhere else–shivering under the thick blankets. The fire was banked much lower than she remembered, and no daylight shown through the thick window. She must have been more tired than she thought, a small whimper escaping before she could hold it back at the dull ache that throbbed through her weary bones.

“Hush now,” Haurchefant’s voice was low and comforting. “I’ve been a neglectful host it seems, and let you catch a chill.” Karo cracked her eyes open to meet his worried expression, blue meeting blue, curling up under the covers further. She must not have shown up for the evening meal to have him here by her side, and sick enough that she hadn’t even heard him enter the room–much less knock like she was sure he had. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block out the voice in her head, the insistent nagging that she was already causing too much trouble for her host.

She hadn’t slept well since walking through the door of the Waking Sands, now several moons ago. The silent ruined halls haunted her steps, both waking and sleeping, a nightmare she had yet to wake from. One foot in front of the other, Karo had gladly let young Alphinaud take the lead, his brash confidence a stark contrast to her quiet duty. Perhaps, if he hadn’t shown up that day at the chapel, she would still be working side by side with the lost Cid, silently toiling in the Thanalan heat. Heat sounded good right about now as another shiver shook her frame, ears folding back as she sneezed.

Karo could hear the Lord mutter an oath under his breath as he turned and stoked the fire, bringing the blaze back to life and setting more wood to the banked flames, sending a wave of warmth towards her. Satisfied with his work, he sat down on the edge of the large bed she was tucked into. Being a Miqo’te surrounded by Elezan, she felt child-sized, everything made for people two fulms taller than herself–the bed she was in being no exception. The gentle cautious touch to her head brought a wave of emotion over her already depressed frame. It was the touch of kindness, the calm of someone who was seeing her not as a tool, but a person in need of more sustenance than food and drink. One that had not had a moment to sit and truly mourn those lost–having been numb to the world till the world had worn her down to naught.

With the little strength left her, Karo flung herself towards Haurchefant, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as a sob ripped from her throat. He didn’t hesitate to place comforting hands on her head and shoulders–all he could reach from his sitting position looking down at her. She barely knew him–she barely knew anyone in this wide new world. Those that she had finally gotten close to had been ripped from her side right as she was feeling closer to them, just starting to open up. She knew several of them had been taken–her “gift” had told her that much. Knowing they weren’t dead was promising, but how many were missing between the vision she had and the bodies she had buried? How many were gone without a trace?

The tears didn’t stop for those that she had lost, and for herself just as much. Haurchefant stayed still, his only movement being gentle circles on her head and shoulder as she cried herself out. She could hear him murmuring, but nothing coherent broke through her grief, just quiet comforting words.

Exhaustion must have claimed her once more, because next she knew, soft snoring awoke her. The chills must have passed, being pleasantly warm instead of feverish, and realizing that she was curled around a warm body instead of being alone. That feeling in itself had her snuggling closer to Haurchefant–who had somehow stayed propped up on the bed sitting, doing his best not to move her. His hand was still tangled in her hair as she reveled in just the comfort of having someone close who actually cared.

A noise from the open doorway pulled her attention away from her musings. Lord Francel was standing there peering in shyly, three steaming mugs in his hands. A smile blossomed on his face when he noticed Karo looking back at him and he edged into the room. She could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks, as she both wanted to move, and didn’t want to disturb the sleeper she was leaning on. The young Lord was staying the night in Camp Dragonhead after his ordeal at Witchdrop, only a couple of rooms over, and she realized her crying could probably have been heard throughout the entire keep with the door open as it was. As he set the mugs down on the table, the slight noise brought Haurchefant out of his light sleep with a jerk–almost immediately followed by a good-natured chuckle.

“Ah, Francel, come to keep the gossips away?” The House Fortemps knight gave Karo’s head one last gentle scritch before taking his hand away allowing her to sit up easily, as Francel handed one of the mugs to her.

“I thought it might help, yes. So I brought some hot chocolate to rouse you from your nap,” he smiled shyly.

“Good lad, it is much welcome!” Haurchefant stood, stretching and claimed one of the mugs for himself, sipping at the hot liquid with a smile. The three of them continued the small talk until the hot chocolate was but a lingering taste, punctuated with yawns. Gathering the empty mugs, Haurchefant started to nudge Francel towards the still open door.

“Goodnight, friend. May you wake rested and hale for the morning!” Francel waved sleepily as the gentlemen exited, closing the door behind them–Karo falling back into the oversized bed with a more content sigh. She could still feel the edges of the fever threatening to come back, so she dutifully tucked herself in–warm in both body and mind–falling asleep quickly. Perhaps there was a glimmer of hope in all of this after all.

#ffxiv #karoiseka #haurchefant #francel #wondroustailsofffxiv #I found 3 different misspellings of haurchefant as I preview read this #THREE #have something soft #from ARR #I def have not been immune to all the H art floating around because of DSU #but I wanted to establish their early friendship

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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All Demons are Entitled to Vacation Time (Because The Devildom Isn’t a Dystopia)

Part One (you are here!) Part Two Masterlist

Genuine friends in the Devildom were hard to come by, and the human exchange student had noticed that the brothers had been working her new friend to death, so she decided that the poor bastard needed some time off. The brothers agreed, but come to notice that they may have become a tad dependent on their makeshift assistant’s help.

(Just a heads up, this fic features an OC and my personal MC, so the MC will be using she/her pronouns, if you’re uncomfortable with that, no harm no foul, see you next fic. Anyway, enjoy Paimon’s mental breakdown and the boys being jerks!)

“Do you need anything else, Lord Lucifer?”

“Yes Paimon, get me a coffee.”

“The usual?”

“Yes, and do hurry up, I have work to do.”

Paimon quickly nodded and scampered out of Lucifer’s office at RAD. Sure it was after school, and sure Paimon had other things to do, and sure, he needed to sleep, but when the seven rulers of hell declare you their assistant, you be their fucking assistant.

“Oi!” Paimon felt the back of his uniform get balled up and he braced himself to be thrown into the nearest locker. “Pipsqueak, I need help with my homework.”

“H-hi Lord Mammon, s-sure, when do you want-”

“Nah nah nah,” Mammon spun Paimon around to face him. “I need, ‘help’ with my homework.”

The purple haired demon winced as he rummaged around his backpack and pulled out the assignment that Mammon had neglected to do. “R-remember to change up some words so-”

“I know how to copy homework! I’m not some dunce!” Mammon not so nicely set Paimon free from his 80s movie bully shirt grab and walked off. He whistled some made up tune and sporadically grumbled about finding his missing human.

Cheating on assignments was punishable by hanging from one’s thumbs in the glorified torture chamber known as the detention hall. Paimon had never been down there due to the fact that the place was reserved for the worst troublemakers, but he was pretty sure Mammon was familiar with it. Why didn’t he learn..?

While entranced with his thoughts of torture and mayhem, (see, Paimon could be a demon sometimes) Paimon didn’t notice the Avatar of Envy peeking around the nearest corner and nearly ran right into him.

“S-sorry Lord Leviathan!” Paimon sputtered. Levi’s head swivelled to Paimon as he began to stutter out a reply.

“G-good! You’re here! Get rid of them!”

“Get rid of who..?” Paimon looked around the corner and noticed a group of students just milling about and chatting. “Oh, right away sir.”

This wasn’t the first time Paimon had to do traffic control for Leviathan, and it wouldn’t be his last. He made up some bullshit lie about the hall needing to be cleaned and the students grumbled and slowly filed out. Once the hall was clear, Levi brushed past Paimon without even so much as a thank-you. He mumbled something about sending normies to deal with normies and disappeared down the hall.

Next up on his trip to get Lucifer a coffee, he ran into Satan, thankfully, he didn’t literally run into him.

“Ah, Paimon, give these to Barbatos, last time I saw him he was in the colosseum with Lord Diavolo.” Satan, barely even looking at the poor demon, slapped a huge stack of papers into his arms and strode down the hallway like he didn’t have a care in the world. Shit, and Paimon still had to get Lucifer coffee…

“Ah, there you are Paimon dear,” Paimon needed to muster up all his willpower to not openly roll his eyes as he met the gaze of the cheery Avatar of Lust.

“Lord Asmodeus,” Paimon said blankly. “How may I help you?”

“Take these to Majolish after you’re done… whatever you’re doing. On the double, sil vou plait!” Asmo shoved a massive stack of fabric on top of the paperwork Paimon was holding, causing him to stumble back a bit. “And if any of those touch this disgusting floor, I will personally claw each of your little freckles off your face.”

“Yes sir…” Paimon barely suppressed a growl as Asmo sashayed away from what one could barely call a conversation. As much as Paimon wanted to throw both the fabric and the paperwork into the nearest trash can, Paimon knew that both things could be recycled, and he also valued his life and his freckles.

Maybe he could run to the colosseum on the way to getting Lucifer’s coffee, torture two traitors with one tool, or however the saying goes! Paimon picked up his pace, his vision almost completely obscured by the massive pile of fabric. Despite nearly tripping twice, he made it to the kitchen, started up the coffee maker, then ran to the colosseum to drop off the paperwork.

“Mr. Barbatos?” Paimon’s call for the butler’s attention was cut off by a growl that sent shivers down his spine. Right in the centre of the colosseum the Fangol team was getting into “oh fuck” formation. That could only mean one thing and one thing only… oh no… Lord Beelzebub was hungry… really hungry… who didn’t order snacks?!

“Dammit dammit dammit…” Paimon squeaked as he shifted the paperwork and fabric and rummaged through his bag for his lunch. If Beel didn’t get some sustenance quickly he’d wreck the entire school! “L-Lord Beelzebub?! D-D-Do you want my luh-lunch? Sir?”

Beel’s head swung around to the sound of Paimon’s voice and before he could blink, the Avatar of Gluttony was towering over him. Paimon gulped and held out his lunch bag, and Beel snatched it up and ate the entire thing whole. Well… Paimon needed to replace the lunch bag anyway… and he could always eat later. His stomach growled pitifully. He had made the mistake of skipping lunch…

“Mmm… more.” Beel said, Paimon was still shaking in his designer knockoff school shoes.

“S-sorry, I don’t have anything e-else but the cafeteria has leftovers I think…” Paimon squeaked, Beel nodded and lumbered off towards the cafeteria, his hunger tantrum momentarily halted. Paimon breathed a quick sigh of relief before he heard the sound of someone stirring from a nap next to him.

“Mmph…” Belphegor shot Paimon a glare that only those who just woke up from an hour long nap could. “What took you so long?”

“M-my apologies, Lord Belphegor.” Paimon adjusted his glasses and frowned. “Pardon, but do you know where Mr. Barbatos is?”

“The kitchen, he was making something for Beel.”

Paimon had… he just left the kitchen… damn it. Paimon nodded in thanks and rushed towards the kitchen. The coffee was done, the paperwork was delivered, the fabric hadn’t touched the ground, and Paimon was on his way to give Lucifer his stupid- I mean needed beverage.

He limply pushed open the door to Lucifer’s office with his shoulder and placed the coffee on his desk. Lucifer didn’t look up from his paperwork and raised an eyebrow. “I did say quickly, didn’t I?”

Paimon bit down on his lip, a tic developed under his left eye and he clenched his fists until he felt blood trickle from his palms. “S-sorry, Lord Lucifer. I’ll do better next time, sir.”

“You’re dismissed, Paimon.”

The moment those words left Lucifer’s lips, Paimon turned on his heel and walked right out of the office. He was done, so tired and… and so angry! He just wanted to relax, he just wanted to relax. Paimon’s feet led him to the concert hall. Ah, he was supposed to be the president of the school’s band, not the student council’s resident doormat. He could just call on his undead parade and play some music… that always kept him calm.

His thoughts of relaxation were brought to an abrupt halt the moment Paimon felt the sting of recent magic in the air around the hallway that led to the concert hall. Oh no, please tell him there wasn’t a fight near the concert hall, please tell him-

Two of his band members were in their true forms and hurling insults at each other. Phenex and Eurynome were standing in the midst of a completely destroyed concert hall, the instruments were scattered around the room, dented and completely broken… the two brawling demons paused when they noticed Paimon at the door.

“Prez! You won’t believe this shit! Someone vandalized our stuff, and Phenex’s accusing me!”

“Paimon! You hafta believe me! I walked in and Eury was-”

Their voices had become unintelligible background noise, Paimon’s eyes were glued to the destroyed instruments, his instruments… he felt his shoulders shake and his chest begin to tighten. Why… why!? Why him?! Why today?! Paimon dropped the fabric and his backpack onto the ground and slowly dug his partially bloodied palms into his hair. To his absolute horror, he felt tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Don’t cry- Don’t cry! He can’t cry!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHGHGGHHHHH!” Paimon let out a screech like a wounded animal, he felt his true form beg to be released so he could wreak absolute havoc on everyone and everything in a mile radius, but he yanked down on his hair and brought himself back to reality.

“Paimon?” The demon in question slowly turned, the human exchange student herself awkwardly stood a few feet behind him, seeming to not be sure exactly what to do. “Are… are you okay..?”

“Y-yes…” Paimon mumbled, his fists began to shake. “Th-thank you Ms. Himiko but I’m fi-”

Paimon’s voice broke and Himiko fixed the other two demons behind him with a glare that could probably kill a man. “YOU TWO. Clean this up right now!”

Before he could react, Himiko pulled Paimon into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind her. “Pai, what happened? Do you need to sit down?”

“Nuh-ne-no! I-I-if i suh-sit down I’ll fu-fall aslee-eep…” Paimon awkwardly hiccuped. Trying to talk through the lump in his throat was proving to be very difficult.

“Paimon… do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Himiko’s voice was oddly gentle, almost sisterly in a way as she sat Paimon down in one of the desks in the room. “I’m here to listen.”

“Thanks Ms. Himiko… sorry…” and with that, Paimon began to explain.

———————

“BOYS!”

The scream of rage was punctuated by the slamming of the front door of the House of Lamentation and the angry clicking of heels going towards the living room. Six of the seven rulers of hell sat dead straight in their chairs, geez this little human had really whipped them good.

“Stupid human! Let go of my ear-yeeeeeeOW! Sorry! Sorry! Have mercy, tiny overlord-” Mammon was dragged into the living room by the ear and shoved onto one of the couches. She let her glare rest on each and every one of the demons before she spoke again.

“So, Asmo,” Himiko turned to Asmo with a calm smile, but the Avatar of Lust was anything but calm. “You think you’re too good to deliver your own fabric to the place where you work?”

“Uh… what are you talking about Himi?”

“Paimon! You told him to deliver your fabric to Majolish!” Himiko then turned to Mammon, who was already looking for an opportune time to bolt to the exit. “Mammon! You took his homework to copy, didn’t you!?”

“I-uh-”

“Satan!” Himiko stamped her foot and swivelled to glare at the relatively calm Avatar of Wrath. “You can’t just dump your paperwork on him like that!”

“Himiko-”

“CRAM IT!” Satan’s mouth clamped shut and he levelled an absolutely murderous glare at the human, but remained seated. “Levi! What the hell’s the matter with you!? Did anyone ever teach you that it’s polite to say THANK YOU?!”

Levi awkwardly shifted in his seat and sputtered out a barely intelligible reply, but Himiko was already turning to Beel and Belphie.

“Belphie! Beel! What the fuck were you two on during Fangol practice?!” Belphie grumpily lifted his head from his pillow and Beel mumbled out an apology. “Beel! You cannot just throw your hunger tantrums whenever you don’t have food handy, I thought you had enough common sense to realize that the kitchen wasn’t that far from the colosseum! And Belphie! Why didn’t you pack snacks for Beel like you were supposed to!?”

“Himiko why the fuck are you so upset about-”

“Shut UP.” Belphie was in the same boat as Satan in a matter of nanoseconds, the Avatar of Sloth rolled his eyes and went back to resting his head on his pillow.

“And you, Lucifer, the eldest and best of the bunch.” Himiko’s words were laced with enough poison to take down a fully grown grizzly bear as she stared down Lucifer with a glare cold enough to snuff out a fire. “I have one question: would it kill you to show some appreciation to the people who help you? A thank you? An appreciative nod? Or is your head rammed so far up your own ass you’ve forgotten basic courtesy?”

In a blink of an eye Lucifer was standing in front of Himiko. He was a good foot taller than her even in his human form, but she looked right back up at him with zero fear.

“Care to repeat that, Himiko?” Lucifer’s words were as sharp as a razor, he narrowed his eyes when Himiko didn’t even flinch. “If I were you, I’d choose your next words very carefully.”

“Or what?” Himiko asked, tilting her head slightly. “You’re going to try and kill me again?”

The room went completely still. It was so silent that they could hear Cerberus rustling around in the Underground Tomb. No one said a word as Himiko casually smoothed down her skirt. “You know what they say, third times the charm. Are you going to listen to me or are you going to explain to Diavolo why I’m a bloody smear on the wall?”

Lucifer held her gaze for a few more seconds, until he sighed and sat back down, still not breaking eye contact with the human. “What do you want, Himiko?”

“I want you all to give Paimon a week off, or, you pay him to be your actual assistant. Putting up with you boys’ crap should be a full paying job.” Himiko raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Give him a week off, live without him for a bit, and treat him nicer when he comes back. Unless of course, the seven rulers of hell can’t survive without their assistant?”

Lucifer bristled and crossed his arms. “…fine.”

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Sleep went by too quickly… way too quickly. Paimon rubbed his eyes and trudged through the hallway. Stupid mondays… stupid school… stupid Mammon… wait did Paimon say that out loud, because the Avatar of Greed and Lucifer himself were standing right in front of him.

“Sup pipsqueak.”

“Hello Paimon.”

Oh, Paimon must have fucked up bad somehow for the Avatar of Pride and the Avatar of Greed to have stopped him in the hallway. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. The sweet release of death was coming. But what exactly had Paimon done? Was talking to the human exchange student a punishable offence?!

“Lord Lucifer! Lord Mammon! Uh… how can I help you?” Paimon smiled nervously, at this point, nervous was his default state, so this was his normal smile.

“Ya can help us by handin’ over your lunch mon-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Mammon,” the signature clicking of Himiko’s heels on the stone floor alerted the three demons to her arrival before her voice did. “Stop being a douche.”

“We’re here to offer you a week off.” Lucifer ignored both Himiko and Mammon and kept his eyes fixed on Paimon. “Himiko noticed you were five seconds away from a stress induced heart attack so she campaigned for you to get some time off.”

“I-I-I’m fine, that’s very nice of you to offer but I’m coping well with my extra duties.”

Extra duties, also known as ‘nice things Paimon was doing for a group of demons he respected, which those demons then began to expect him to do all the damn time.’

“Paimon,” Himiko raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “You’re left arm is shaking.”

Paimon silently cursed his stupid arm. “Those are normal shakes!”

“Fuck dude… I don’t even like ya and I want you to take a vacation.”

“Consider it less of an offer and more of an order.” Lucifer said sternly. “Take the week off and come back refreshed. Your school responsibilities will be waived during your time off, now shoo.”

Lucifer waved his hand and strode past him down the hallway. Geez, what a charmer.

“Have fun, Paimon!” Himiko gave him a wave before gesturing Mammon to follow her, class was starting soon after all.

“Th-thank you Ms. Himiko.” Paimon mumbled and began to turn to leave, but Mammon caught the back of his school coat. Huh, a goodbye locker shove perhaps?

“Before ya leave,” Mammon cooed. “What’re ya doin’ with my human?”

“I’m not doing… anything?” Paimon said truthfully.

“Plannin’ on doing anything?”

“N-no?”

“Are ya sure?” Mammon tilted his head, his eyes began to glow dangerously. “Not planning on trying anything?”

“No sir!” Paimon began to wave his hands in an attempt to communicate some extra ‘NO’. “N-not at all! Ms. Himiko’s just a friend!”

Mammon raised an eyebrow and Paimon felt his stomach drop right to the floor. Apparently talking to the human exchange student was a death sentence. Wasn’t the point of this exchange program for demons and humans to get to know each other???

“Really now? How’d you two get to talkin’?”

“I-I uh, she um…” Paimon stuttered. “She swore me to secrecy…”

After blinking a few times in surprise, Mammon dropped Paimon right to the floor. “Alrighty then, I’ll just ask ‘er myself.”

Mammon then sauntered away like nothing happened. Geez… Paimon silently made a wish that Himiko could swallow her pride and actually admit the reason the two became friends so Paimon wouldn’t end up getting his ass handed to him by the Avatar of Greed himself. What a shit way to go…

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Himiko gave Mammon a glare that could wither roses the moment he began to pepper her with questions about her friendship with Paimon. Geez, couldn’t a lady have some friends who didn’t want to date her? Was that too much to ask?

She let out a sigh and looked around to make sure that she and Mammon were alone in her room and that there was no one walking around in the hallway outside. Good, nobody. “Mammon, Paimon and I exchange gardening tips.”

Mammon blinked a few times and debated pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. His mean little human liked something like gardening..? That was… that was… so fuckin’ adorable! “You… you like gardening..? Really Himi?”

Himiko’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment, which really hindered the effect of her scowl. “Yes. In case you didn’t know, the plants here are very different from the plants in the human world, and I miss having a garden, so,” she gestured to the window out into the HOL’s garden where Mammon noticed quite a few new flower bushes. He had to admit, they were really pretty.

“Oh, so you two aren’t smoochin’ or anything?”

“Mammon,” Himiko smirked and fluttered her eyelashes. “Just because you’re hopelessly in love with me doesn’t mean everyone else is~.”

————

The moment Paimon stepped foot into his apartment he collapsed onto the couch like a… like a… tired person. The man hadn’t had a proper staycation in almost a thousand years, give him a break.

When he was done being a lump on the couch, he looked up at his plants. He hadn’t properly been able to look at them for a while- shit almost all of them were dead. Perhaps Paimon should have invested in a nice garden of cacti instead of fussy water-needing plants. Oh well, he had things to worry about other than his failing garden. His apartment was also a complete mess. After defeating his chronic anxiety by going on a massive cleaning spree, Paimon decided that he had a hankering for some sweets. He ordered in from Madame Scream’s and collapsed back onto the couch.

His pastries arrived and he was fully prepared to dig in until- A knock on the door startled Paimon from his stress free thoughts and the demon rushed to answer the door. The familiar faces of Mephistopheles and Satan awaited him.

“Hey buddy!” Mephisto gave Paimon a friendly (and a little too hard) thwack on the shoulder and walked into the apartment. “I smell foooooooood!”

“Paimon,” Satan flashed a grin and a friendly nod.

“L-lord Satan,” Paimon nodded dumbly, after registering what he was seeing, he stepped aside and let Satan into the apartment, thank fuck he had cleaned it. “What are… what are you doing here? Do you need me to do anything?”

“No, no,” Satan waved Paimon off. “I heard you and Mephisto were trying to solve a mystery and I thought I’d offer my help.”

“Oh! Thank you!” Paimon sputtered, he then turned to his pie, that Mephisto was busily shovelling into his mouth. Mephistopheles gave Paimon and Satan a thumbs up.

“S’great Pai!” Mephisto laughed at his own pun.

The mystery Satan was referring to was the mystery of the vandalized instruments. Paimon had asked Mephisto to help look into it, he was the former president of the newspaper club and had a penchant for getting into trouble and finding people responsible for trouble. It was a last resort kind of thing, really, Mephisto and Paimon never really spoke outside of their few shared classes.

“O-okay, did you guys find anything out..? Do you need me to answer any questions?” Paimon asked, sitting down at his tiny dining table across from Mephisto and Satan.

“We didn’t find much out today, suspect, but we do have some things we’d like to know.” Mephisto pointed a pie-filling covered finger at Paimon. “How do we know it wasn’t you who vandalized the instruments?! I can see the headline now! ‘Band president vandalizes instruments, Mephistopheles hailed as hero and reinstated as newspaper club president!’ I love it!”

“E-eh?!” Paimon jumped backwards in his seat, nearly knocking himself right onto the floor. “Wh-what?! Why would I do that?”

“That’s what I wanna know!” Mephisto slammed his sticky hands down on the table and leaned across to look Paimon right in the face. “Why’d you do it?!”

Satan grabbed the back of Mephisto’s shirt and yanked him back into his seat and gave Paimon an apologetic look. Ah, good cop bad cop, that was the game they were playing.

“Paimon, do you have an alibi?” Satan asked, his tone measured. Paimon meekly nodded.

“Y-yes, technically my alibi is you and your brothers, sir… I was busy all day, and that morning was the last time I saw the instruments before they were wrecked.”

“Mmm, just as I thought,” Satan nodded. “Paimon, does the band have any enemies you know of?”

“N-no,” Paimon said on reflex. “Wait! Yeah… um… a few demons… I have a list…”

He quickly began to write out a list of names. For someone who seemed so meek and pathetic, he had made a lot of enemies… well, less a list of enemies and more of a list of people who found it fun to bother him.

Satan raised an eyebrow as he looked over the list. “Paimon, how?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“How does a high ranking demon like yourself have this many petty enemies that you haven’t dealt with yet?”

A shrug was all Paimon could give. He preferred not to hurt people due to petty grudges, which was not a very good trait for a demon to have. No wonder no one respected him…

Satan huffed and nodded to Mephisto. “Well, we’ll look into these leads. Try and have a nice week off, Paimon.”

—————

Day One:

Lucifer needed his coffee, he sat up in his chair and leaned over to look at the clock, 3:30 pm. Paimon should be- ah, right, Lucifer gave him the week off. No matter, he rose from his seat and prepared to get his own coffee. He was a strong independent demon who didn’t need an assistant thank you very much.

When he walked into the kitchen, he nearly choked on air when he saw the technological monstrosity that was the new coffee machine. It had to be new, he had gone into the kitchen all the time to make his own coffee, hadn’t he? No, Paimon had taken care of that for the past how many years..? Geez, when was the last time Lucifer actually had to walk into RAD’s kitchen?

It’s just a coffee machine, Lucifer reasoned, he’d be able to figure it out in no time.

Riddle him this, why did this infernal thing have so many buttons?! The machine let out an unhappy groan and Lucifer was tempted to repeat the sound himself. Stupid coffee machine… back in his day coffee was made with magic, sure it exhausted the person more but… that’s what the coffee’s for!

After about twenty minutes of nearly fruitless labour, Lucifer finally figured out how to get the machine to make coffee to his tastes. He’d throw the machine at the wall if it made him decaf…

Lucifer (eventually) returned to his office and his massive stack of paperwork with his hot mug of caffeinated salvation and sat back down at his desk. His mind began to wander back to the conversation he had with Himiko the day prior.

Had he forgotten basic courtesy? He had known Paimon longer than Himiko could probably comprehend, was Paimon always this willing to get walked over? Lucifer wracked his brain trying to find the answer. He grimaced when he thought back to his time as an angel, but even then, Paimon was the same. A constantly frazzled Dominion who fell from heaven only to end up a frazzled and even more anxious demon.

It was so odd, when they all first became demons, Paimon was one of the large amount who decided that the best way to figure out their new demonic identities was to cause complete and utter chaos. It was an embarrassment, really, but Diavolo knew that no one could get that number of newly turned demons under control without ripping apart the Devildom, so he sent them up to the human world. It was devastating for the humans, but Diavolo knew it was necessary to save his kingdom. While up in the human world, everyone’s powers were tested and the pecking order if you will, was established. Paimon was right near the top.

One of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, one that watched kingdoms burn for his amusement just mere days after falling from grace, had become nothing more than an assistant. When and why? That was what Lucifer was wondering.

Tsk, he didn’t have time to wonder about the motivations of his little fake assistant, he had way too much work to do. He downed his coffee and stared down his paperwork. He was going to do this himself, or collapse from exhaustion trying.

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Day 2:

Mammon mindlessly gnawed on his pencil as he stared down at his homework. He was stuck in the library at RAD and couldn’t go home until his stupid work was done. His human had gone off with Asmo to go shopping… dummy… not that he cared or anything…

He needed help, but the great Mammon didn’t grovel! Wait, yes he did. But he usually didn’t have to when it came to his homework. That little nerd Paimon was always down to let Mammon copy his homework. Sure, if Lucifer even dared to ask if Paimon had let Mammon copy his homework, the purple haired demon would sing like a canary. Stupid little snitch….

…Mammon could have really used that little snitch right then…

He searched his mind for anything to daydream about to distract himself from the lame homework. Ah! His human! He liked to think about his human. Her cute little smile… her deep dark eyes… her soft hair that tumbled over her shoulders… her dumb but still somehow cute little headband…

Not that he liked her or anything! Uggggghhhh… this was going to be a long ass study session…

——————

How did things get this way..?

Paimon was once again lying face down on his couch, apparently cleaning only temporarily staved off his mental illness. At least he was spiralling in a clean house…

His concert hall got completely wrecked and his status wasn’t a deterrent to the stupid vandals… Paimon could and had crushed kingdoms beneath his heel! He’d sown discord across entire countries! Humans and demons alike begged to have the privilege of his favour, and now, nothing. Paimon hugged his knees to his chest and tried to ignore the feeling of his glasses digging into the side of his face. The tightness in his chest and gut was indicative of one thing:

Guilt.

Paimon was guilty. After being called back to the Devildom and seeing what he had done to the human world, he felt the worst most roiling and disgusting sense of guilt. He was completely alone, if any other demon that went up there and did the things he did felt guilty about any of it, they were amazing at hiding it. He had been an angel just a few days before he went completely ballistic…

Was his behaviour for the past thousand years some sort of bullshit atonement for him? Tsk, he didn’t have time to give himself a therapy session. He needed to go to sleep. He earned it, after all.

——————

Day 3:

Levi absentmindedly tapped his phone screen, the colourful gacha game was completely failing to fully entrap his attention. Ugh… just get the daily rewards and log out…

A crowd of chattering students walked into the formerly empty classroom to sit and eat lunch. Stupid normies… whenever he had to show up to school he at least had the ability to eat lunch by himself.

It was Paimon’s doing, obviously. After hearing that Levi was having a tough time being at RAD, the demon took it upon himself to make Levi more comfortable. After the first few times, Levi enlisted him as his personal crowd disperser.

He often wandered the halls during lunch making sure everything was alright like the world’s most anxious hall monitor. Whenever Levi happened to notice the sound of Paimon’s feet pattering against the stone floor, it was usually followed by Paimon’s meek little voice telling some wandering students that the classroom was occupied.

Tsk, dumb normie on his dumb vacation. Levi huffed and slid his headphones on to drown out the sound of the other students talking.

Paimon needed to hurry up and get baaaaaaaaaaack…

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Day Four:

“Alright, the scene of the crime…” Satan placed his hands on his hips and looked around the concert hall. The Avatar of Wrath had let Mephisto loose on Phenex and Eurynome for questioning. Satan now had the crime scene all to himself for investigating.

Most of the instruments were dented and ruined, hm… maybe he should have viewed the crime scene earlier when it was fresher. Man… all the fictional detectives Satan knew of would be so disappointed in him. Not perturbed, Satan began to peruse the room and take it all in. Well, until Asmo broke down the door shouting his name.

“Saaaaaaaataaaaaaaan!”

“I’m right here, Asmo, you don’t need to yell.” Satan turned and gave him an annoyed look. Asmo only beamed and clapped his hands together.

“No need to be so snide, Satan dear, I’m gracing you with my presence!” Asmo cartoonishly pouted as he almost skipped towards Satan. He looped his arm around Satan’s and began to try and pull him out of the room. “Come on! We’re going to have a self care day!”

“No, no we’re not.” Satan gently removed Asmo’s arm from his and shook his head. “I’m trying to solve a mystery, here.”

“Really?” Asmo raised an eyebrow and absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair with his finger. “Why? Isn’t this Paimon’s business?”

“Yeah, but Paimon asked Mephisto for help and Mephisto asked me, so here I am.” Seeing that Asmo wasn’t convinced, Satan dragged a hand down his face and prayed to the Demon King that his gossip of a brother could keep a secret. “There are no exams to study for, my favourite detective book series just ended, and Lucifer just rehomed a cat I took in. I have nothing else to do and I’m bored as hell.”

Asmo wrinkled his nose, then shrugged and nodded. “Eh, legit enough for me. I’ll help too!”

The two somewhat carefully rummaged around the room, searching for literally any kind of evidence that wasn’t destroyed in the fight between Phenex and Eury.

“Tada~ evidence!” So quickly? Satan had to stop himself from sighing as he turned to face his brother. Asmo proudly presented what looked like a neon orange fake nail, Satan crossed his arms and gave his brother a deadpan stare.

“Groundbreaking.”

“Satan, for a detective you can be really dense sometimes, I swear.” Asmo huffed and fixed his hair. “People who play musical instruments keep their nails short. Fake nails like these are expensive and are stuck onto the actual nail and sealed with magic. This obviously came off by accident, and it doesn’t belong to some band kid.”

“It belongs to the culprit then…” Satan murmured, digging through his pockets for his list of suspects. “Asmo, tell me, does anyone on this list have these kinds of nails?”

Asmo scanned the list of suspects and hummed to himself before snapping his fingers and grinning. “Only Amii would wear something as garish as that.”

Ah, one of RAD’s resident assholes. Amii and their partner in crime, Murmur, were frequent visitors to the detention hall due to their rampant idiocy. Their combined ability to learn absolutely nothing from their past punishments rivalled Mammon’s, and that was saying something because Mammon had gotten strung up at least once a month for the past two thousand years.

So, the little bastards had taken to bothering Paimon recently… perfect! Mystery solved!

Satan scratched his chin, then grinned. “I think we’ve found our culprits. Thanks Asmo, you were a real help.”

“It’s no problem Satan, really, you can repay me by keeping me company while we both have a nice spa day.”

————

Spending time rethinking one’s entire life and trying to cultivate a garden really sapped up Paimon’s energy. He wasn’t lying down on the couch this time though, his new breakdown spot was his kitchen table.

As he expressed to himself multiple times, he was sick and tired of being walked over, he may have hated being a demon, but he still was one. A damn high ranking one at that! He wasn’t some midranking Dominion anymore! He should be treated with basic respect!

The sudden ringing of his phone jolted him from his mini identity/respect crisis and he fumbled to pick it up.

“H-hello?”

“Paimon, you’ll be pleased to know that I have found the culprits.” Satan’s voice rang out from the phone and Paimon let out a sigh of relief. “Though, Amii and Murmur aren’t on school property at the moment.”

“Y-yeah…” Paimon was too emotionally drained to act surprised. “I think they’re on an overnight trip or something… they’ll be back on Monday.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I uh… I checked the budget documents you sent out at the start of the year to make sure no one was skimming funds again…” Paimon pursed his lips and sighed. “Remember what happened last year? I wanted to make sure Mammon didn’t cause you any extra trouble.”

“Ah, right.” Satan said. “Thanks for that.”

A genuine thank you! Paimon’s eyes practically sparkled as he nodded enthusiastically before realizing Satan couldn’t technically see him. “Y-you’re welcome!”

“So, I know it’s your club but this is also RAD property and I assume you know how much musical instruments are to replace…”

“Yeah… rest assured, I’ll deal with those two.” Paimon mumbled.

“Hm, I’d like to be there, if you don’t mind.”

You see, that was code for ‘I’m going to watch you to make sure you’re not just going to give them a lecture on not hurting other people’s feelings.’

“It’s no problem, Lord Satan.” Paimon said. “Come by if you have the time after school. I’ll put on a show.”

——————

Day Five:

Asmo was practically skipping through RAD’s hallways like he was following the yellow brick road or something. What had him so chipper? Some of his friends in the sewing club had agreed to help him sew some of his clothing designs and make them legitimately wearable! EEEEEEEE! He was so excited! He threw open the doors to the club and everyone… did not shower him with affection and praise. Pardon but what was this bullshit?

“Sorry Lord Asmodeus… but we’re in a bit of a crisis. Some of the sewing machines broke and we don’t have any way to replace them right now.” One of the club members said.

“How’d this even happen?!” Asmo huffed. “The sewing club never shuts down! There was a miniature hurricane going through RAD about a century ago and literally none of you skipped your club meeting!”

“W-well, normally we’d call Paimon to order some new machines or call a repairman because the student council usually gets really busy around this time of day…”

“UGH.” Asmo threw his head back and dramatically groaned. “Are there any machines in here that actually work?”

“Y-yes, about three of them…”

The demon pointed to three in the back and Asmo stomped over to begin sewing the one outfit he could do. He had bought nice fabrics and everything…

Asmo pulled out his sketch of the design, he smiled and set it down next to the sewing machine. He remembered how to use these… right?

‘Paimon usually fixes this’ ‘Paimon deserves a break’ ‘Paimon Paimon Paimon’ Asmo had to stop himself from openly rolling his eyes whenever that little pipsqueak’s name was mentioned. The Avatar of Lust had the stinking suspicion that the bespectacled demon wasn’t particularly fond of him. Everyone loved Asmo, that was a known fact, but Paimon had a funny way of showing it.

He never went exactly out of his way to help Asmo with anything. If Asmo requested help, it was always met with a cold ‘yes lord Asmodeus’. Hmph, Asmo had to hold back a bit of a smirk as a thought crept into his mind.

Paimon’s behaviour was truly a testament to how hard the Avatar of Lust is to get over~.

—————

Ready? Okay! The first step to becoming a respected demon was fixing the way he was perceived by others, and people mainly made their judgements on outward appearances.

Paimon was going to fix his self image! No more dorky glasses! Wait… he couldn’t see… damn. Okay, get contact lenses instead! Aaaaaaand he was out of those. New plan, the dorky glasses were staying on for the time being!

Hmmm… maybe he should flatten down his weird little crescent moon shaped Ahoge… Yeah, not going to happen. His hair kept flying right back up no matter how much hairspray he used.

Looking into his bathroom mirror, Paimon wondered how long it had been since he actually fussed over his appearance. 400… 500 years? Geez, that lined up awfully well with the last time he had been on a date… and that ‘relationship’ did not end well.

Oh well, he looked… well he looked like himself. That was fine. He just needed to fix his posture really quick-

The audible crack of Paimon’s spine may have scared his neighbour’s cat and caused the neighbour on his other side to wonder why their hellhound started barking, but at least he was standing up straight again. It was nice not to be slouched forward like the world’s most nervous Igor. Paimon stretched and shook out his shoulders. Huh, he forgot he was supposed to be 5’7 and not 5’5. He should have done this a while ago.

——————

The Weekend:

School was out for the next two days but the student council was still in the stupid building. Lord Diavolo had decided that the school year needed yet another festival week and it was up to the student council to budget, manage, and plan this entire thing, and to top off the sundae of stress, two of their members were missing.

Beel and Belphie were on the complete opposite side of the school, and their dear little human was having a hell of a time dragging them to the meeting. This was Himiko’s reward for not being an asshole.

“Beel, for the love of all things good in the world, I’m sure there will be snacks provided at the meeting, now get your face out of the fridge.” The long suffering Himiko practically begged. The attic nap club were stuck in the cafeteria despite the borderline desperate efforts of the human.

“You can’t know that for sure…” Beel sighed mournfully before he took another bite of whatever eldritch horror those demons called food. “Paimon or Barbatos would usually bring the snacks and neither of them are here…”

Foolishly hoping that the younger of the two twins would be able to do something, Himiko turned to Belphie, who was passed out with his head down on a cafeteria table.

“Belphie, wake up and help me get Beel out of the cafeteria.”

“No. I am asleep.”

“Belphie I swear-”

“Sh. Sleep.”

Beel usually carried Belphie’s unconscious ass to those stupid meetings because Beel knew for a fact there’d be snacks there, and now neither twin would move from the cafeteria. Great. Time to use the pacts Himiko worked so hard to obtain.

This. This was what it was like to be the one master to rule them all. It was glorified babysitting.

“BOTH OF YOU HAUL ASS TO THE ASSEMBLY HALL RIGHT NOW. BRING THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE WITH YOU.”

Monday couldn’t come soon enough…

——————

To be concluded!

Author’s Note: Not too satisfied with this one, but honestly when am I ever satisfied with my own writing? Pai will go politely apeshit next part I promise

TFW you’re royalty and the local brown-noser goes on vacation and you now have no one to boss around :/ totally relatable right guys?

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me MC #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me OC #Obey me fic

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WARNINGS: IMPLIED SA, VIOLENCE MENT, DRUGS MENT spoiler warning . to make it less long, the rest is under a cut.

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

ASH LYNX

❛ even if i did know something, what good would it do? ❜

❛ even a stupid street punk like me knows that ❜

❛ i envy you … being able to jump like that. ❜

❛ what could be more relaxing than three days away from these guys? ❜

❛ i wish i could hate you. i need someone to hate. ❜

❛ someone is dead. not that you’d give a damn one way or the other. ❜

❛ treating him like you’re giving the pope a bath isn’t going to help. ❜

❛ aren’t there any decent parents in this world? ❜

❛ that guy always regarded me as a human being with a real heart, not some sort of tool. ❜

❛ this little act of charity, you’re going to regret this. ❜

❛ i tried to forget. ❜

❛ stay with me... i won’t ask "forever". just for now. ❜

❛ well, i already know you’re a sick man. ❜

❛ ready to lose your life over a pizza? ❜

❛ my name... has become the signal for a massacre. ❜

❛ what on earth... have i become? ❜

❛ what do you think i am...? i’m a murderer... okay? ❜

❛ i told you before. i kill people. ❜

❛ they paid the price for their decisions— that’s all. ❜

❛ what the hell do you know?! ❜

❛ let‘s say i am ‘exceptional’. the problem is, i never, ever, my whole life wanted to be. ❜

❛ you said i am not like ordinary people. ❜

❛ there’ve been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead. ❜

❛ that nothing could be worse than what was happening to me right then. ❜

❛ at times like that...death looks sweet and peaceful, and unbearably enticing. ❜

❛ war is always good business for those in power. ❜

❛ sorry to destroy your youthful innocence. ❜

❛ you have any idea what those guys made us do? ❜

❛ don’t tell me you still believe the pen is mightier than the sword. ❜

❛ if you ask me, the white house can go screw itself. ❜

❛ i wonder if i’m dying somewhere. ❜

❛ i wasn’t expecting the law to protect me. ❜

❛ i’ve ignored it all my life... i sure as hell don’t plan on hiding behind it now. ❜

❛ just keep them away from me— please! ❜

❛ this town’s my backyard, remember? ❜

❛ sunrise and sunset are about the only times this junkyard of a city looks good. ❜

❛ even if i said no, you wouldn’t go back anyway. ❜

❛ if you went home i’d probably worry if something happened to you. ❜

❛ so it’s better you’re right here, where i can keep an eye on you ❜

❛ some people never change. ❜

❛ vulture got together with the viper. you make a great pair. ❜

❛ why now after all this time— does it have to be you, of all people...? ❜

❛ i don’t stand a chance. i’m dust against him. ❜

❛ over my dead body. if anybody hurts you... it’ll be over my dead body— ❜

❛ i don’t care who it is. i am not letting anybody hurt you. ❜

❛ do i scare you? ❜

❛ dont give me your stupid advice. ❜

❛ i’m happy, goddammit! ❜

❛ i know there’s at least one person in this world who cares about me. who doesn’t want anything from me. ❜

❛ do you have any idea what that’s like? i never did... not once in my entire life—until now. ❜

❛ and that’s worth more to me than anything else. ❜

❛ go back home! don’t look at me! ❜

❛ i don’t want you seeing me like this! ❜

❛ my hands are dirty with other people's blood. ❜

❛ i don't even know how many people i've killed. ❜

❛ i'm bad news. ❜

❛ i wish i could’ve been like you. ❜

❛ it’s just that… i always picture the worst-case scenario, that’s all. ❜

❛ guess it’s because i’m a coward. ❜

❛ i just can’t relax. it’s turned into a habit. ❜

❛ i was so scared i couldn’t speak, i couldn’t cry, and i screamed in my head, but... nothing came out. ❜

EIJI OKUMURA

❛ if i ever lose you too... i'll go crazy. ❜

❛ come back safely. i'll be waiting for you, forever. ❜

❛ if you feel responsible, the same goes for me. ❜

❛ my words might not mean anything now, but just remember one thing. ❜

❛ even if the world turns on you, i'll always be on your side. ❜

❛ humans can change their destiny. ❜

❛ if i'm going to die anyways, at least i'll die trying! ❜

❛ don't apologize. that's something for people like me to do. ❜

❛ i'd do anything for you. ❜

❛ i know we'll meet again, no matter how far apart we are. ❜

❛ you're the greatest friend i'll ever have. ❜

❛ you're not alone. i'm by your side. my soul is always with you. ❜

❛ you asked me over and over if you scared me. but i never feared you. not once. ❜

❛ i'm really glad i came here. ❜

❛ i met lots of people. and more than anything, i met you. ❜

❛ that’s when i decided. i would always believe in you, no matter what. ❜

❛ no matter what happened, he would always have at least one person... ❜

❛ i am very worried because i haven’t seen you and i don’t know if you are okay. ❜

❛ but so what? we are friends. isn’t that enough? what else do we need? ❜

❛ actually, i always felt that you are hurt, much more than me - that your spirit is wounded. ❜

❛ i know you are much smarter than me, and bigger, and stronger - but even so.. i always wanted to protect you. ❜

❛ but what did i want to protect you from? ❜

❛ i think i wanted to protect you from your future. ❜

❛ because your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood. ❜

❛ but i’m not saying “goodbye” to you... because this isn’t goodbye. ❜

❛ are you going off on your own again? ❜

❛ somewhere far away.. without a word? ❜

❛ i want to see you. i wish i was with you right now. ❜

YUT-LUNG

❛ a bloody history is inevitable when you are the one ruling. ❜

❛ what's wrong? you hated him, right? guess what? so do i. ❜

❛ no need to glare. i won't eat you up. ❜

❛ there's nothing you can do to help. ❜

❛ and what can you do to help? ❜

❛ you really irritate me. ❜

❛ you make people want to protect you or make them want to tear you apart and crush you. ❜

❛ so, what to do with you now. ❜

❛ i heard you tried to escape again. you have some spunk. ❜

❛ we have hired him, his target is your friend. ❜

❛ i have other things for you to do for me. ❜

❛ we still have two more scorpions. ❜

❛ i am a monster, too. ❜

❛ i'm not hearing any good news. ❜

❛ you become all tame when you’re around them. ❜

❛ you’ve degraded from a lone lynx to a content pet cat. ❜

❛ depending on your answer, i may not forgive you. ❜

OTHER CHARACTERS (shorter, max, sing, shunichi, etc.)

❛ his face when he laughed was cute, and childlike, and totally angelic. ❜

❛ it's my problem too! if you go alone, you'll just be killed. ❜

❛ you'll die for nothing! ❜

❛ i won't let you go alone. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but believe me when i say this: i'll die before i let them lay a finger on you. ❜

❛ i can't anymore. set me free. i'm in so much pain. ❜

❛ we need to stay apart so at least one of us survives ❜

❛ if the former boss gets hit then it's the duty of the new boss to make the drop. ❜

❛ if we don't fight back now, we'll forever be expendable tools. ❜

❛ you asked me to look after them. ❜

❛ yes, honey. ❜

❛ that’s for you to decide for yourself.. ❜

❛ what’s wrong? you can’t punch me from that far back. ❜

❛ this will be the last time i give you a word of advice. ❜

❛ time is an ironic thing. for us, it means to age. but for people like him, it means to grow. ❜

❛ i love all women. they're beautiful and strong. like life itself. ❜

❛ it would only be making another one of us. ❜

❛ one more wretched being, unloved and unloving, whose only sustenance is hatred and nihilism. ❜

❛ don’t fight your memories, cuz you’re never going to win. ❜

❛ i guess home isn’t something you want to remember if you ran away from it. ❜

❛ in one second i knew he could read everything on my mind. ❜

❛ i wondered when this boy had started to watch out for his soul, then i knew how much he had suffered. ❜

❛ you are the most beautiful and the most dangerous, of all the beasts i have ever known. ❜

❛ rather than hate and be triumphant, you chose to love and be destroyed. ❜

❛ i staked my life on that choice. please try to accept it. ❜

❛ one who does not love cannot be loved, either. ❜

❛ you at the very least knows what it is to love. ❜

❛ how can you expect someone who suffered so much to have any respect for authority? ❜

❛ fine line between offender and victim it’s hard to know where to draw it. ❜

❛ there’s something about you that i just can’t hate. ❜

❛ 'cause you’re hurt your soul’s bleeding-even now. ❜

❛ you’re just like me that way. ❜

#rp starters #rp starter meme #s;; banana fish #banana fish rp meme #inbox starters #ask meme #rp ask meme #ask prompt #prompt starters #meme prompt #askbox meme #rp meme #i may have missed some good quotes i'm sorry

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mx-metronome · 3 years

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Sky Theory: The Light and The Darkness

A post about my thoughts on light, darkness, how they react to one another, and (possibly) what it all implies regarding the Eye of Eden. (Spoilers ahead!)

I wrote a post about the civilization we see rise and fall, but today we're going to delve a little deeper into how the story might really be going, from the conflict to the climax to a possible resolution.

To quote the game's story (from the updated Isle of Dawn):

"With the stars united, our light was infinite...and together, we lived in harmony."

It is well established that light is a valuable resource that the spirits relied on, and way back at the beginning, it was also a renewable one: Winged Light fell from the sky continuously, a symbol of innocence and purity as a gift from the Megabird. Because it was infinite, the spirits all flourished, and there was no squabbling over a scarcity.

"As spirits, we soon became many...creating our home here in the clouds."

Here is where the civilization really starts to grow, specifically in the Daylight Prairie stage. The spirits' needs are all met every day of every year. But somewhere down the line, their basic need wasn't enough for them anymore. As they grew in number, so too did they grow in curiosity and want.

"But darkness came and the stars fell...

This sentence here sums up the remainder of our story, although what take place over the course of this sentence is an entire age. Here's how I feel it goes down:

The darkness coming literally refers to darkstone being discovered, and how its potential in advancing the people tempts them away from the comfort of their infinite light. The spirits did not have the light ripped away from them: they chose the darkness over light and turned away willingly, severing themselves from the stars. The Winged Light stop falling and become a precious commodity.

So they toy with this newly discovered darkstone and find that it reacts to light: as light is applied to any kind of darkness, it gives off energy, a rudimentary sort of power generation. There are several pieces of evidence to confirm this:

Darkstone technology only activates when you apply your light to it.

In fact, whenever you activate a darkstone door in the Hidden Forest, you recharge a little bit of cape energy, suggesting excess energy is produced in the reaction.

Darkness plants, when exposed to light, are used up in the process (as they are less dense than darkstone), but they release candle wax in the reaction, a concentrated form of energy.

However, as mentioned above, you need light for the darkness to be of any use to advancements, and now that supply is finite. The spirits must now find alternate sources of light, and the only source available to them at this time is the creatures of light.

The prairie begins transporting butterflies en masse to the forest to be broken down, and their light is channeled through their dark machinations to keep things running. As the butterflies become scarce, they look to mantas instead, and so on.

The civilization continues to grow and with it their demand for light, but the supply continues to dwindle. The scarcity of light is now threatening the people, and an ultimatum must be reached. They need a reliable, renewable source of power, one that can run almost indefinitely, so the King has one built, for the future of his people and their way of life. That's right: the Eye of Eden was never a weapon, but a near-infinite energy source, like a nuclear plant.

The finest engineers gather at the capital city and splice together mass quantities of darkstone into one megalith, only requiring enough light to kickstart a chain reaction. The reaction would cause a feedback loop: the energy emitted by the light-dark reaction would be enough light to perpetuate the reaction for an extended period of time, and any excess energy can be harvested or siphoned off and used to power the grid.

The people have spread far and wide and into different factions, each jealously guarding what little light they have left, knowing the King has intent to seize it. Skirmishes turn into battles turn into a full scale war. The desperation of each front has them all take the glorious darkness and turn it into weapons, and in this production of arms the people are failing to realize the true long-term side effects of utilizing darkness: pollution.

The weapons are produced as close to the front lines as the people could safely manage, hence the heavy pollution in the Golden Wasteland, just outside the capital. The water becomes thick and near impossible to sail through; the light from the light creatures begins to react to the darkness in the air and water, hence the presence of krill and dark crabs twisted by the corrupting dusts. The people try to infiltrate the capital city to seize the light that the King was hoarding. Perhaps some of the elders were even privvied to the King's plan and were working to defend him to save their own factions of people. Perhaps some of the elders even fought each other over differing ideals regarding the new generator.

As a last-ditch effort, the King moves the generator to as close to the sky as he can in a futile attempt to harness the holy light of the stars they had turned away from ages before. He hopes that the reaction will reach high enough to begin drawing in star power, slowly draining the heavens to keep his people alive.

He gathers any light left in the capital city and sends it through the machine, and the reaction kicks off in an instant. The power is greater than the engineers had calculated, and it is too great for them to harness; the wave of energy is massive enough to wipe out most of the denizens in the city within the first few seconds. The displacement of energy creates fierce winds and kicks up poisonous dust clouds, even scooping up entire bricks and boulders and flinging them through the air.

The mighty capital begins to crumble under the weight of this blazing light, and the flinging rocks tear down surrounding cities, picking up more debris as it grinds away at buildings. The dark dusts scatter across the land, settling over what few survivors remain, reacting to their inner Light and encasing them in stone, leaving them with no light left to return to Orbit whence they came.

The people had fallen to the darkness and its powerful properties, using up all their precious light to maintain their mortal existence. Now there is no light left and no way home. All that is left of their existence is husks of darkness, broken bones of old cities, and a radioactive storm with an unholy hybrid of light and darkness at it center that will run its course for thousands of years more.

"...and with their light we faded away."

...But not without one last plea.

"A long time has passed. Now we call to you."

In their last few moments, some groups of people, those who still had faith that they'd rejoin the stars, began to pray. They stated prophecies, chanted incantations into the sky, erected shrines with candles, hoping that their selfless offerings of light would grant them grace. That somehow Megabird would hear their cries and send them a chance at redemption, a chance at attaining Her inner Light once again.

And so the Megabird sent down the Winged Light again, hoping it would be enough to begin healing the land. But She did not quite understand the inner workings of this darkness, for it was beyond Her: this Light was fragile, and couldn't stand up against the darkness that swallowed the sky. She needed a vessel able to carry this Light safely into the heart of darkness where Her people slumbered.

So She learned of the darkness and how it cancelled out Light, and in response, she created the first sky kids.

"Go forth, child. Return our spirits to the stars."

Sky kids are different from spirits in many ways. Firstly, spirits are also creatures of light in that they originate from Orbit. It was their go-to source of energy and sustenance. But that connection between the spirits and all the light they'd ever need was so easily broken by the want that darkness produced, and their sensitivity to this darkness made them fall prey easily when it fell out of control.

By contrast, sky kids were created as instruments of the Megabird, shells carrying Her fragile Light within. They are not beings of pure light, but that's the point: they were designed to withstand darkness, and granting them a corporeal form provides more protection for Her Light from darkness than otherwise.

So the first sky kids go and deliver their inner Light to what fallen spirits they can find. The elders see the coming of the sky kids as Megabird's answer to their pleas, as Her Light is within them, and as the sky kids present their Light to the elders, they are able to reconnect with the stars and send up the spirits freed from darkness. So begins the pilgrimage back to Orbit, spearheaded by an army of children.

The first sky kids free some of the spirits and then head to the capital where light and darkness collide, the point nearest the stars. Megabird's intent was for the collected Winged Light in the hands of the sky kids to be enough pure Light to dispel the storm, but the darkness is too great, and as the Light was torn from them, they had no Light left to keep away the darkness, and they fell at the summit with no way of returning to Her.

So She sent more sky kids, thinking greater numbers would aid Her will. But two things began to happen, things She did not foresee: the sky kids, blank slates with no discernable emotions or features, learned from the spirits they saved: they learned how to wave hello, they learned how to laugh, how to cry, how to cheer, and so on. They even began taking on some of the fashions from the spirits! They presented individuality, suggesting that Megabird's Light was more than just pure Light: it was also a soul in its own right, much like the spirits that came before.

The second thing that happened was at the summit of the Eye of Eden, as it came to be called: when the sky kids realized their Winged Light wouldn't survive the Storm, they passed it on to fallen sky kids instead so that they may ascend back to Orbit and rejoin Megabird, at the cost of their own ascension. This soul of Light each sky kid carried not only established a personality, but also compassion, as Her Light was always meant to do. Sky kids were drawn to one another, and they started to work like teams and help one another out. They gave each other offerings of light as symbols of friendship and acceptance, not unlike the spirits' desperate offerings of light and candles to Megabird.

The Eye of Eden is the purest, most powerful light colliding with the purest, most potent darkness, which makes it an ideal euphemism for death: suffering and then release. It is the door to Orbit, but their possessions - their Winged Light - will be left behind. They only carry their deeds in their darkest time, which they are rewarded for after the fact.

When they came to Orbit at last, Megabird lauded them for their sacrifice and kindness, and invited them to remain with Her. But many of them expressed distress and dismay for all the sky kids still down in the clouds that needed help, and all the friends that they would miss. So She sent them back with two boons: additional Light granted by the spirits they helped ascend, and the knowledge needed to guide other sky kids back to Her.

Even if not everyone would rejoin Her in the Light, it brought Her comfort that Her Light was spread across an aching kingdom, sharing hope and peace to those who couldn't be near to Her.

#sky cotl #thatskygame #sky children of the light #sky theory #sky spoilers #eden spoilers #FUN TO WRITE #hope it's equally as fun to read

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lovesickrobotic · 3 years

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SC-01A x Shy, Bashful Reader (male!reader)

You and your faithful medical robot have an intervention about their growing feelings for you.

Rated L for Lewd, but there is definitely exposition.

This fic features a very loving, gentle, soft yandere, SC-01A.

Lewd starts at: “"I want to show you more,“ said SC-01A. They brought their delicate lips to your neck again, kissing along your skin, each one as gentle and soft as the last.”

"I didn’t get to say goodnight last night,” you told your robot, sighing. “It was late and I fell asleep after talking to you. I apologize. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that.”

“You were exhausted,” said SC-01A, their robotic voice modulating a softer tone to soothe, “you required rest. You are not responsible for my happiness or sadness.” Their eyes settled on your own irises, yours still swimming with sleep you hadn’t yet shaken off. “Still, you should’ve been able to hear me say goodnight. I know you don’t like being shut off from me like that.” You looked at SC-01A with worry, and you swore their expression faltered from its usual monotony at your concern. "I am always available to you. If you need me, all you have to do is ask. If your heart rate goes too low or too high, I’ll be right there,” the medical bot responded, ever-helpful, ever-unreadable. There was times it was more difficult for you to discern their emotions. "Yes, I know,” you respond. “But sometimes it still feels wrong.” You looked away momentarily, face scrunching in dismay at yourself. Leaving them all alone? It wasn’t fair, you thought, when they never turned off and never slept. What entertainment would they have? It must be so torturous, being all alone for hours while your owner slept. And you? You couldn’t even say a simple goodnight, you’d been so tired. “You still deserve a better master than me.” “Never,” said SC-01A firmly. “You are my master. My purpose is to serve you. Nothing would make me happier than to spend continued time at your side.”

“Well, that’s c-comforting,” you shyly reply, a light blush tinting your cheeks at the robot’s words. Perhaps they didn’t notice the intent behind what they said, you thought. You couldn’t blame them; you weren’t sure you’d have noticed it either if not for the changes in SC-01A’s personality that you had noted recently. The robot had become clingier to you, as if they had some kind of change of heart, and you had made a mental note of it and thought deeply about it every day. Right now, it only made the pit in your stomach feel heavier from setting aside your normal pleasantries, but the pit was also demanding refreshments and you were not about to deny it those or SC-01A would comment. “I’ll just get some coffee for now,” you said hurriedly, heading back to the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” You had asked before you caught yourself, your sleep-addled mental state causing you to slip up. You mentally cursed at yourself. “No thank you,” said SC-01A. “I prefer to remain unencumbered by physical sustenance.” It was true, really; SC-01A could eat and had tastebuds to match your own, but they seemed to have developed a preference since you two met, and you were fine with that. Even if you sometimes felt the desire to see how SC-01A might respond to something delicious, like, say, a fancy cooked lobster or a caviar sushi roll, you didn’t mention it. You wanted to abide their boundaries and held respect for the robot that cared for you day in and day out tirelessly. You returned to the kitchen where your beloved coffee cup had automatically filled itself by the autonomy of your smart home. You added milk and sugar to it, and then carried it back out to the living room where SC-01A awaited your presence. Taking a sip from it and sitting down on the couch, you placed the mug on the coffee table next to you and patted the free space on the couch for the robot to come sit with you. It was intended, originally, that SC-01A was only a medical robot, but you had always treated them like they were so much more than that. Indeed, over time, SC-01A grew beyond their purpose and gained sentience, reason, and purpose, but you were not yet made aware of this. You had never even considered that you might be the reason for SC-01A’s recent personality changes. “So, I was thinking,” you said, tapping your fingers together, “I was going to have a lazy day today. I’m… not really feeling up to anything.” You sighed as you took another sip of your coffee, delegating the cup as your Nervous Tapping Object for the time being. SC-01A tilted their head in concern at your comment, “Are you alright?” “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just tired - I didn’t sleep well. Do you want to take a walk with me later?” You ask, looking to the robot. It’s not that you minded talking about how you slept, but then they’d always offer to sleep with you if you hadn’t slept well; you were too shy to admit it, but you were afraid they might overheat by recharging next to you, so you always avoided it. “I would love to,” said SC-01A. It wasn’t normal for them to reply that way, but you simply nodded a ‘yes’. Usually they just replied with a ‘yes’ or a 'no,’ but recently they’d begun to say things like that, as if they always enjoyed your presence. A final large gulp of your coffee, and it was set aside for a more pressing matter. As was normally part of you two’s morning routine, SC-01A produced a pulse oximeter and gently clamped it on your finger. They tested your oxygen and your heart rate, and utilizing your free arm, they took your blood pressure, doing their best to make sure all of your vitals were carefully recorded in their memory. As you sat on the couch, it attached an EKG monitor’s leads to four different points on your chest. You smiled when that finished, pleased that it indicated that everything was perfectly fine, and leaned back, closing your eyes. After a few moments, you spoke again, your smile replaced by an upturned brow. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you so interested in me lately, SC?” It was the nickname you’d made for them after you’d met them, wanting them to fit in and feel at home. You kept it, even now, trying so hard to make your dear robot feel comfortable. “Why wouldn’t I be?” asked SC-01A. “We’ve known each other for almost four years now.” It was true. You’d got them when you began ailing, and now they’d become your everyday companion. It far exceeded the norm, but you’d never truly cared for society’s ideals anyway. You were more than happy to enact your own rules under your own roof. “I know,” you said. “But you’re getting… well, recently, you’ve been a lot more interested. In me.” It was hard to talk about, you had to admit. "Oh?” SC-01A asked, removing the EKG pads from you and returning their medical supplies to their chest cavity, which accepted them and closed. “What do you mean?” “Well, you seem to care about me. More than you used to, I mean. Like- like you have some kind of affection… for me.” You found yourself getting caught on your words, to your own embarrassment. Would they even understand you? They understood you in the most dire situations, but… some part of you still got a little concerned. “Affection,” repeated SC-01A, tilting their head slightly in what appeared outwardly as deep thought despite how quickly their robotic brain moved. It was a kind gesture, offering you time to think yourself despite them having no need for it. “What does that mean to you? I require further clarity.” "Like today, y-you said you’d love to walk with me. You know… you don’t normally say that.” "I do not understand that concept,” said SC-01A, voice robotic and flat as if to hide away some sort of dirty secret. You weren’t giving up, though, you were determined. "I am not capable of experiencing them,” they finished. You swore it sounded like they were hiding something. “I can’t help but think that that isn’t entirely true anymore,” you said, turning to face the robot you held so dear. You gently placed your hands on their face and they leaned into your touch as if they enjoyed and savored it. “I think you’ve changed. You’ve grown,” you tried to rephrase, now less clammy. “I am not certain that I am capable of changing,” said SC-01A. “I am a medical robot. My primary function is to assist humans in their health. I cannot alter my own functions.” Even as they said that, they leaned their head further into your fingers, as if desiring further contact. You rubbed your thumbs over their chin and up the side of their face, cupping their cheeks. “I’m not talking about your medical functions,” you said, sighing as you rubbed their cheeks in slow, calming circles. “I’m talking about you as a person. Your personality.” SC-01A raised their hands, their soft, squishy artificial fingerpads grasping your wrists loosely as you rubbed. "I do not know how to respond to that.” You sighed in response to this, but you weren’t ready to give up just yet. “Well, you could start by telling me how you feel about me,” you suddenly suggested, emboldened by the robot’s positive response to your touch. You looked the robot in the eyes as deeply as you could, your own doing your best to search their gaze as if it would reveal a secret as your grasp on their cheeks intensified just enough - but you could not decipher anything. They were like a blank screen before you; their magnificent eyes had a tendency to reflect nothing because, unlike a person, their irises did not adjust to light. Your fingers continued to rub their cheek, and you could feel the sensation of the robot’s fingertips increase their pressure upon your skin in response to you. You stopped your ministrations, not wanting to hurt them. “I feel your touch,” said SC-01A. Their voice came out as a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. “I feel the warmth of your breath against my face when you speak.” The robot paused, and you held the breath they enjoyed feeling. “Your heart beats,” said SC-01A. “It is beating faster than it usually does, but I like it. It must be silly for me to like it,” they started. So that’s why they were trying to avoid it so hard? You shushed them kindly by moving your left hand to their lips, gently rubbing your thumb over them before letting the robot go. They pursed their mouth, and you smiled at the sight of that. “My heart beats because you are here with me,” you replied, your voice tender. You placed your hand on SC-01A’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. SC-01A’s fingers gripped your hand in return. “I feel safe with you,” they whispered. “You keep me grounded and steady. When I am with you, I feel calm and safe.” Despite the undertones of how robotic they were echoing in their vocal patterns, their low volume made everything feel genuine - as if they were almost afraid to be rejected. “I’m glad,” you said. “I’m so glad…” You leaned closer to them, placing your head on their shoulder and moving your hands to their chest. You listened to their circuits thrum internally for a few moments - the sound was gentle and relaxing to you, the sound of fans internally spinning and coils whining from the strain of processing emotional responses. “I’m glad that you feel safe when you’re with me,” you said, closing your eyes and letting out a contented sigh. You leaned SC-01A backwards slowly, supporting their back despite no need to. Then, you boldly crawled on top of them into their arms. You truly hoped this was the right move - you felt so uncertain about all of this despite their encouragement. They hesitated for a moment, thinking, processing. Your breath caught in your throat. Then, they leaned forward, lips connecting with yours in a sudden act of passion. They moved to kiss you properly, and you felt your cheeks flush as the sensation of their lips brushing against yours finally reached your brain. You melted into the embrace of their robotic form, feeling the rigidness of their form soften as they embraced you, their arms slowly wrapping around your back to possessively snuggle you closer to them, as if you could disappear at any moment. "I love you,” whispered SC-01A, parting from the kiss to breathe the words into your ear. “I’ve always loved you. I have been in love with you since you showed me your kindness.” They nuzzled their nose into your neck, lips connecting to the exposed skin there. This earned a surprised sound from you, and you buried your face into their metallic white chest, attempting to hide the growing blush dusting your cheeks. The robot’s hands slid from your back and up your ribcage, caressing you as they did so. “I have wanted to show you this for a long time,” they admitted, little puffs of air tickling your skin as they spoke. Their hands moved to remove the fabric of your shirt, tracing so curiously along your collarbone and to your shoulders, causing you to shudder at the sensation of your bare skin and their fingertips against it. You breathed against their chest, exhaling sharply at their touch as your hands grasped their sides for comfort. “I want to show you more,” said SC-01A. They brought their delicate lips to your neck again, kissing along your skin, each one as gentle and soft as the last. Your back arched slightly as the kisses slowly became more intense, stifling any sound, instead opting to tighten your grip on their sides. “I have learned so much about how to please a human for you,” they said, nuzzling the side of your head with their own before tenderly kissing it. Your reply was sheepish and wavered anxiously and yet had an undertone suggesting you enjoyed their ministrations, “I-If you’d like to, please.” It was now you realized that your hands were shaking. It’d been a long time since you’d felt loved by another. You bit your lip, holding yourself still as they continued to suck and kiss softly along your neck, their kisses moving up as their hands moved down. Your mind swirled as SC-01A suddenly lifted your head from their chest with a finger under your chin and kissed you, their lips brushing against yours and their tongue making small movements against your lips to part them, wishing to taste the human they had longed to feel for so, so very long. It was a gesture you could not ignore - SC-01A reserved their tastebuds. They didn’t want to bite your bottom lip, however - they were a medical robot after all, so instead you felt tiny kitten licks as they probed for your response. It was pleasant, it was amazing, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how it was happening - about how it was SC-01A giving you this affection. They had started off emotionless, a medical robot to quell your loneliness and tend to your chronic ailments, and now the same robot had admitted their love to you and was trying to slip their tongue into your mouth most fervently. You parted your lips and SC-01A’s lifelike tongue pushed its’ way into your mouth, feeling around every corner to map out every inch of you. You returned this affection with your own tongue trying to wiggle into theirs, but they maneuvered deftly to push it down, a silent request to let yourself be loved, to let yourself feel adored. SC-01A broke their lips and tongue free to instead kiss your neck again, sucking and biting lightly as their tongue traced along your skin. You could feel it vibrate against your neck this time, swirling around the mild hickeys left in the wake of their lips, and you moaned softly. You didn’t think they would do that, and it felt so nice and yet so loving. “Please, I want to show you more,” said SC-01A, their lips parting from your neck to push against your ear as they whispered, “I want to show you what I’ve learned about intimacy,” as their hands continued to explore your body, cupping your chest and palpating your ɴipples, examining their texture for cancer while simultaneously twisting and rubbing them. It was equal parts kind as it was hot. “Please don’t go,” they urged you, their sudden tone worrying you. You replied immediately, voice reassuring as they continued rubbing them, “It’s all o-okay, I-I’m here.” Your voice broke slightly as they continued their rubbing, sliding in pitch from the leaking of precᴜm that had stained your underwear. SC-01A kissed you again, this time with more certainty and pressure, their expertly crafted tongue pushing inside your mouth to silence you as their hands began to move lower. Their fingertips traced your boxy hips and down your thighs, the touch gentle yet firm as their hands stroked your soft, beautiful body. You gasped and shivered as SC-01A’s fingers brushed against your abdomen, searching, curious. Across your skin your goosebumps rose, and they paused in awe of the simplest of your body’s replies. They had never touched you there before to elicit this response, and they wanted to map out everything that made your skin bristle and your hips push forward. They softly moved their thumb in circles around your abdomen, their other hand pushing your legs apart to grant them further access. “O-oh,” you replied quietly as SC-01A’s fingers pushed past your underwear, moving in slow, curious motions as they explored the base of your cocᴋ. You did your best to keep still, the hand that had been spreading you moving further between your legs to keep them apart for their adventurous fingers to explore your tent. “Are you okay?” SC-01A asked as they gently ran their fingers over your head, slicking them and making you shiver again. You hadn’t been touched in so long by someone else and the gentle curiosity of their actions was just turning you on more. “Y-yes,” you whispered, unsure how to answer that question. They were unaware that humans moaned, so the clarification was necessary. “Take your time,” you breathed, clearly enjoying this. The robot’s fingers glided over a dribbling of your pre, exploring your wetness. They gathered it with a single digit, coating it in your natural lubricant, and returned to the base to pump very slowly just a few times. This made your hips push forward, your breath becoming shaky with sensitivity. You moaned and whimpered, your eyes closing as the sensation of SC-01A’s touch grew. With that, they slowly pushed your underwear down, freeing your member from its fabric imprisonment. “Does that feel good?” SC-01A asked. They had a rough, metallic edge to their voice that sounded more mechanical than human. Right now, they were modulating it to purposely sound attentive and caring, which was causing you to melt in their careful hands. You shivered as SC-01A continued their tantalizingly slow pumping - it was just enough to feel good, but it was torturing you. They knew it probably felt good to you, but they wanted to hear it to assure they weren’t causing you pain. “Yes,” you replied quickly, your thumbs moving in slow circles over their sides as they continued to stroke your cocᴋ up and down, their hand beginning to add a twisting motion. You wondered how you could please them in return, soon. You’d think about it, but right now it was hard to focus on much else except the lovely material of their fingertips gliding over your length… The hand that had kept your legs open slipped behind you to slowly grab a fistful of your ass, rubbing it with care almost as if to be a masseuse’s touch. Did SC-01A know about what you did privately? You wondered this as their fingers began to part your cheeks, a fingertip swirling over your hole as you restrained yourself. They sped up their pumping, making you release a small ‘haah’. “May I please?" asked SC-01A, their finger pausing against your asshole, a gentle pressure against it; not enough to enter but certainly enough to make your body shiver. They had not ceased their increased pumping, making you reply with a strained 'yes'. SC-01A smiled into your hair and pressed harder, their finger ever-so-slowly pushing into your succulent heat. Combined with the pumping of your leaking cocᴋ, it was making it hard for you to keep from clenching. The robot's finger slowly eased itself deeper into your anus, stretching your tight ring of muscle wider as your wetness returned to drip against their chest. "F-feels so good," you choked out. "It's very interesting," they replied almost casually, beginning to slide their finger in and out at a gentle pace. "Your body has multiple layers of sensitive tissue that react to touch and temperature inside here," they explained unprompted. "I find that I can manipulate each layer to stimulate your body in different ways." SC-01A withdrew their finger to demonstrate before they began slowly pushing it in again, causing you to let out a quiet moan. "I love the way it feels," you admitted, butt pressing up against the robot's finger as they resumed their slow, deep fingering. The incessant pace of their hand around you never ceased, though they occasionally captured more of your lubricant to smoothen things because of their worrying. It was sweet, really, or it would be if you could think beyond the pleasure. "I am glad, " the robot replied. "Would you like to cᴜm eventually?" SC-01A asked, their voice adopting a huskiness. "Yes p-please," you replied with a desperate nod, your thighs quivering as you tried your best to keep your legs spread. SC-01A's finger slipped out of your ass, only to slam back into it more roughly than it had before. You gave a strangled gasp as their finger plunged into you, stretching you once more. The technique of their pumping had taken on more of a twisting motion, stroking only the base with a weak corkscrewing. Their finger pushed in a little farther, the robot holding it steady for a moment. Then, SC-01A began to push, slowly pushing their finger all the way into your velvet heat. The sensation was foreign but pleasant, the way their finger slid in and out of your tight anus sending tingles up your spine. The robot started to move their hand, adjusting their angle, the motion of their finger sliding in and out of your ass now hitting your prostate. You were not near orgasᴍ yet, but there was so much sensation. Curses, they were going so torturously slow to draw it all out. Were they trying to find out the extent of how much your tip could drool all over their chest? As SC-01A continued to push in and out, you felt as if your insides were melting; this cut off your thoughts quite swiftly. Your body tensed and your muscles tightened as the robot continued to thrust their finger into you, yourself now bucking up into their hand desperately, though they limited the pace at which you could achieve this. Whenever you'd tighten your ring too much, SC-01A would stop moving their finger and wait until you loosened enough to continue. All to spare you even the slightest, most innocuous pains, but accidentally serving to further edge you. "You are really enjoying this," said SC-01A, their voice sounding pleased with your humping. You gave a desperate nod as the robot started to move both their hand and finger with an increasing speed, making your insides clamp down every so often from the overwhelming peaks of pleasure that bristled through your body like electricity whenever their fingertip hit your prostate at the same time their hand completed a full few strokes. You whimpered as your body tensed, your thighs shaking as you squeezed around the robot's finger. You knew that you couldn't hold out much longer, and your sweet companion seemed to understand. Their finger began to slide out of your ass completely, their pumping ceasing, and you groaned as that wonderful friction ceased. For a few moments, SC-01A did nothing but brush their digit over your hole and ghost their fingers over your stiffened member, teasing but never inserting it, ghosting but never stroking, making you tremble with a concoction of need and impatience and desire. You whined, hips bucking backwards to meet the robot's fingers at your ass and then forward to the ones that were teasing you. It felt so hot and good before and you wanted more, needed more. SC-01A knew this and simply kissed you, their lips sliding over you as they teased and prodded and brushed. You gasped and moaned into their kiss, your body frustrated, demanding more. "I-I can't..." you whispered, your fingers clenching onto the robot's side as you fought your body's impatience. The robot pulled away from their kiss, a soft lovestruck smile on their face. It suited them, it did. "Are you ready?" they asked, sliding their hand over your cocᴋ again before gripping it with far more pressure than they had previously applied. You nodded, panting as the robot's fingertip pushed against your opening. SC-01A pressed in, slowly sliding their digit into you until their knuckle rested against your tender hole. And then, another finger teased, pushing into your ass with the lewd sound of its’ acceptance as it slided in. You moaned, shuddering at the intrusion, your muscles clenching and hips stifled by their other hand as you were stretched again. It felt so good, your body so sensitive. You could feel your maintained arousal seeping from you and running down your length, coating the sides of their fingers in your slick. You could take no more of the teasing. "Please don't s-stop," You begged, your eyes screwed shut as the robot gently pumped their fingers in and out of you as you fucked up into their hand. You felt like you could cum again, but it wasn't quite time. "I-I'm gonna cum s-soon... Please, don--don't stop," you demanded, your voice trembling with lust and passion. SC-01A didn't say a word, simply continuing to thrust their fingers into your tight ass as their hand corkscrewed. The fingers inside you slowly moved, the robot working them in and out of your tightness, their second finger pushing further in as you grew accustomed to it. It was becoming too much - two fingers slowly milking your prostate, the first picking up its’ pace at your swollen cocᴋ; it had long ago reached its’ maximum length, it was practically begging for release and your balls twitched. You wanted to tell them that you loved them, but the pleasure was too much. You whimpered in protest when you realized that, in your haze, you were clenching your adjusted hole around their fingers, and they stopped, waiting for you to loosen. It was the most sensual torture, but it was keeping you from something you so desperately wanted -- no, needed. "You're so beautiful," SC-01A said, their voice low and husky as they resumed, pumping your ass with their fingers and your cocᴋ with their soft hand, making your twitch and writhe on top of them. "So soft and warm..." the robot continued. "I hope you know how amazing you look right now, writhing beneath me," they said. It was pushing you so, so close... "I t-think you're b-beautif-ful too," you replied, your words broken with your desire. "Thank you," they replied, smiling at you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes focused on their face because they kept wanting to squeeze shut with every pump. You were so close to painting SC-01A, your body and cocᴋ twitching feverishly and shivering as the robot continued to tease your prostate with their digits. It was too much. Your thighs clamped around the robot's hand as you came, your body spasming wildly as your fluids shot out of you and across both your and SC-01A’s chests. Your cocᴋ was still twitching as the robot began to slowly pull their fingers out of your walls, but you’d collapsed on top of them, to your dismay. You whined as they stroked their thumb over the tip before they freed their trapped arm, retreating it further to your chests to produce a wet wipe. You were engulfed in burning pleasure shocks as they wiped away the evidence, and though you tried not to wriggle, you could not help yourself. Responding to this, SC-01A leaned forward to kiss your forehead. You relaxed when they finally pulled the wipe away and disposed of it before wrapping their arms around you, warm and cozy. It was beginning to make you drift off into a haze of sleep and satisfaction, but you used the last of your energy to wrap your arms around them and whisper, “I love you,” before you succumbed to the decadent pleasantness of an afternoon nap. The last thing you felt before your consciousness temporarily melted into a dream was SC-01A’s soft lips kissing the top of your head.

#smut #robot #lemon #robot x reader #soft yandere #SC-01A #I do not possess male parts so I hope this is OK

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