#I’ll go into the castle. just once. for the kitty.

[thedevilsfamiliar]

Oh to be a peasant minding your own business only for a royal to catch sight of you and think “what a funky looking creature, I must interact” and now they simply do not leave you alone

[zweetpea]

The Hatchling and The Cursed Princess

For @liuaneee

Once upon a time there was a princess-

“Hold on hold on! That’s so cliche!” Scara had the audacity to interrupt me. Anyway so it all started a long time ago-

“Audacity? This is my love story!”

Excuse you? Boy sit down before I make you sleep on the couch!

Anyway… where was I?

“Not so long ago?” He reminded.

Fine (¬_¬) it wasn’t so long ago. An old witch had been snubbed- really? Not gonna say anything?

“Nah, you’re spitting facts.”

Okay so the old hag had not been invited to the baby shower of the princess. 6 other Mages and their familiars were invited. They all gave the princess lovely gifts.

Venti and the dragon of the Winds gave the princess a beautiful voice. Zhongli and the drake of the Earth gave the princess the gift of loyalty. Nahida and the Aranara of the Flora gave the princess an exceptional mind (both brilliant and wise). Furina and the dragon of the Waters gave her beauty both inside and out. Murata and her dragon of flames gave her strength of will. And The Tsarista and her jester gave her true love.

Everyone was- boy what are you smirking at?

“nothing.” Scara barely tried to hid his smirk. “Hey! Don’t call me out.” He chuckled.

Anyway everyone was laughing and cheering and just when all the gifts had been handed out the Witch of the land far far away had appeared in a cloud of purple mist.

“A party? Without me?” She glared at the king and queen.

“We were very frightened.” Thanks mom. Note the sarcasm.

So the old ugly witch walked over to the king and queen who held their baby. Her familiar the Kitsune of lightning sat on her shoulder. She held out her hand and recited a spell.

“On the girl’s 20th birthday she will prick herself on an Electrograna thorn and die!”

Everyone cried out in horror as she summoned a strike of lightning and disappeared. The king and queen were devastated. They resolved not to loose their baby so they burned all the electrograna in the land and kept their baby under 24 hour surveillance at the castle.

“Because seriously, who decides “oh yeah let’s keep her safe by sending her away where we can’t look after her”?” Scara spitting facts there.

So the princess grew up surrounded by love and protection. One day she met an adorable cat, his fur the color of midnight. “Hello little kitty.” She said and in response the kitty nuzzled his face into her hand. “I’m gonna keep you.” She picks him up and walks into her room. She named the cat midnight after its beautiful black fur.

She’d sneak him lots of fish but after a few days the cat revealed his true form as a young boy around the same age as her.

“please no more fish.” He whined. “No I didn’t!”

Yes you did!

“I do not whine.”

Fine you begged. “I don’t do that either!”

Do you want to tell the story?

“gladly. She fell in love at first sight with me and my awesome powers-”

Okay that’s enough! The cat boy asked for something other than fish.

“acceptable.”

So the princess and the boy snuck through the castle to get the boy some bread and eggs. “Midnight. Why are you human.”

“Mine name isn’t Midnight. It’s… Scaramouche.”

“Nice to meet your Scara.” She shook his hand.

“Nice for you to meet me too princess.” They smiled at each other.

Over the years the two of them became the closest of friends. She watched him study magic. And he would do tricks for her.

Around her 20th birthday-

“Wait wait wait! You’re going to skip 15 years?! But so much happened in that time! The time I almost died falling out of a tree and you caught me. The time I transformed into a black leopard and mauled a guy for kissing you. Your 18th birthday-”

We are not going to mention my 18th birthday.

“You looked pretty in pink lace though.”

Scara! Do not be a perv right now! Anyway it was around the princess’s 20th birthday-

“Okay skip the best part of that day but tell the rest of that story at least!”

The- the best part!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BEST PART!!

“just saying.”

Stop being a perv or get out!

“Okay I’ll stop but tell the rest of the story!”

Okay, okay. “My dear scara comes back today!” The princess cheered as she ran through the halls. He had left three years before to go to this magic academy.

After the “incident” with him-

“the third greatest moment in my life.”

The princess and- third!?

“First is a three way tie between our wedding and the kids births”

So what’s the second?

“Our wedding night.”

Wipe that smirk off your face! Anyway the princess came to properly greet her friend after three years of being apart. Only to find another girl snuggling up to him, he however didn’t look all that pleased to be there.

“Scara? Who’s this?” Her smile was strained.

“I’m Mona. I’m courting him.” She said with a smirk.

“No she’s not!” “Well she wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t want her to.”

I know Scara. Anyway the princess smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you Mona. I didn’t know women could court me.”

“It’s probably not something you need to think about considering you’ll have an arranged marriage. Who’s the viscount you’ll be marrying?” She asked insincerely.

“It’s me- “considering what happened this morning.”

Hey! I’m trying to tell the story.

“Well I remember what I said that day.”

Stop interrupting me! Anyway Scara assured the princess Mona was just a classmate. Barely an acquaintance of his.

Anyway on the-

“You’re not going to talk about how you beat the crap out of Mona when she kissed me?”

I did that to avenge you after her assault.

“It was just a kiss.”

That happened without your consent! That’s assault! Anyway So on the princess’s 20th birthday her parents held a party for her.

“My dear Scara. I do hope you’ll accompany me to my Party tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He looked away ashamed. “Shut up.”

You did. Anyway the princess responded, “But, I really want to share this moment with you. Mother and Father said that after Tonight I could roam the world as I please. Tonight is my last night in the palace for a while. Plus I want the first face of the night to go to you. Please?”

“Fine.” He said against his better judgment.

“I thought it was worth it when she gave me a hug right after.” Cut it out you cheese ball.

It was later that night and the princess had dressed up in a beautiful purple dress to match Scaramouche’s purple suit. He took her hand in the ball room as many of the older nobles gasped and glared. She didn’t care, she was having the time of her life in his arms. Stop smirking Scara. Anyway after the dance the monarchs tore their daughter away from him.

“Get away from her you monster!” The King yelled.

“Father what are you doing?!”

“Sweetheart you don’t know what you’re doing. This is Kunikuzushi. He’s the son of The Witch Raiden! His mother cursed you to die today!” The king explained.

“Well he’s not her! He didn’t curse me!” She exclaimed. “I want him here!”

“WHY?!” The king exclaimed in terror.

“Because I love him!” The ballroom fell silent upon her declaration.

“I- I should go.” Scara looked down and walked away curling in on himself.

“Scara wait!” The princess called to him but it was too late. She started to run after him, but the guards kept her in place. “Let me go father!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do! I love him! I can’t live without him!” She shouted.

“You said that?” Shut up.

She slipped away from the guards and ran out to look for him. “Scara! Scaramouche! Come back please!” But it was too late. He was gone and she was taken back to her room by the guards.

After a while of the princess crying a woman appeared on her balcony. “My my. What a cute little pet my son has.” She came over to the princess.

“Stay away!” She scooted to the back of her bed.

“tsk tsk tsk. Silly girl I’m here to help. Your father slighted me 20 years ago and when I called him out for it he made up lies about me. Why do you think you’ve never heard anyone tell you about a curse before?”

“I… I don’t know?”

“You said you love my baby, right?”

“I do! I love Scara- Kuni more than anything. More than my own life.”

The witch grinned at this. “Then give me your hand and I shall take you to him.” Without a second thought the princess reached out and took the witch’s hand.

“ow!” She shrieked as the witch revealed a small Electrograna thorn in her hand. The world became dark. The witch cackled as she ran everyone else out of the castle.

A few hours later Scara showed up to save the princess! It wasn’t easy and (he had to kill his mom who’d turned herself into a dragon) but it was worth it in the end.

Until he got to the tower and saw her lying on the ground. He tried an assortment of different spells to revive her. He hadn’t known one had worked and so he held her in his arms and placed one kiss on her lips. A final farewell to his love.

“That’s weak for a first kiss. How about you come over here and give me a proper one?”

“You’re alive!” He exclaimed and hugged her.

“All thanks to you.” She kissed him again.

“Okay why is what I did fine but what Mona did is Assault?” I told you I loved you a few hours beforehand, you had my consent. You always have my consent to kiss me.

Anyway so the King and Queen came back and accepted Scaramouche as one of their own citizens. Then a few months later the two got married.

“And that is how your father and I got together.”

Bonus:

“Happy birthday Mama!” The children cheered in unison. Their mother opened up the box to find a Lolita style pink lacy dress. They had the idea because of what their dad said in the story. However he was referring to different garments at the time, though they’d have no way of knowing that.

Needless to say she was not pleased.

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Howard.” I saunter up to my brother who’s leaning on the bar with multiple empty glasses in front of him. “We need to talk.”

“No.” He mutters.

Looking around, from side to side. He looks at me confused.

“What are you doing?” He sighs.

“Looking for who the fuck you think you’re talking to, big brother.” I look him up and down.

“Seriously?” He lifts a brow at me.

“Cause it sure as fuck can’t be me. One to many and you forgot who you’re talking too?” I ask, snatching away his glass when the tender puts a new one down. “He’s cut off, or I’ll hit you so hard, you’ll need a hospital to see right again.” I warn him. He blinks from me to Howie before hurrying away.

“You’re not mom.” He huffs at me.

Taking a sip, I nod. “Should we get her?” Lifting a brow at him.

He huffs, flushed and flustered.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Looking him over.

He sighs, dropping his head back. “Nothing, Y/N.”

“Oh, my name? Okay, alright, I see how it is.” I nod.

“Don’t be like that, you called me Howard.” He groans.

Nodding slowly, I stare at him.

“Don’t do that.” He sighs.

Continuing to stare at him.

“Stop.” He whines.

He fidgets and huffs.

“Y/N stop!” He blurts out.

“You disgust me, Howard.” My lips curl at him. Downing the drink, I shove the glass at him. “You hurt her. I swear on whatever god I believe in; I will fuck you up.”

“Really? I disgust you. Look at all you’ve done, Y/N. Look at all the issues we have because of you!” He shoves his hand at me.

I stare at him, watching him. He swallows, eyes glassy, rumbled hair more so than normal. His suit wrinkled and untucked. I nod once, mouth turning down slowly, I blink at him.

“Fuck, that’s not. Y/N,” he blabbers, slurring.

Stepping back from him, watching him start sweating.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighs, guilt moves over his face.

“Yes, you did.” I laugh softly looking away from him. “I’m the problem, I got it. You’re going to put you being a fucking weak ass pussy on me. Make me your scape goat.” Turning my eyes back to him. “Fine. You’re done.” Flicking my eyes up and away from him.

“What?” He blanches instantly. “Smalls,”

“I have no time for a pussy with no spine.” I scoff at him. “I’m nobody’s scape goat, Howard. You’re done. I’ll protect Becca, without you. See yourself out, and if you don’t, I’ll be sure to tell our fathers and her brothers.” Looking away from my brother, I find Bucky moving towards me. Heading for him, his arms slip around me.

“What’s wrong?” He looks down at me with worry.

Shaking my head. “Can we please cause trouble tonight?” I plead up at him. He chuckles, pulling me into him.

“Don’t you always cause trouble, Chaos?” He grins at me.

“Mhm, but I need more.” Grinning up at him.

He shakes his head at me.

“Oh, let’s break in Bobbi!” I bounce on my toes, grabbing his hand, pulling him with me.

He laughs, “Oh now I see what you’re up too.”

“Gwen’s pregnant I don’t get to have any fun lately.” I turn walking backwards, pleading with him.

“Gwen’s pregnant, Wanda’s married, are you feeling left out?” He grins at me.

“Don’t go getting any ideas.” I smirk, spinning on my toes, hurrying towards our friends.

“Too late.” His voice soft, filled with humor.

“Bobbi.” I slip into a chair at the table they’re sitting at. My brother hangs his head.

“Chaos.” The table chuckles.

“Y/N?” She smiles at me.

I nudge Peter chuckling next to me. “Ever been in a fight?” I grin, leaning in on the table.

The table gets quiet.

“She’s not trying to fight you.” Bucky explains for me.

“Oh.” Bobbi nods, understanding now.

“She wants to get into trouble tonight.” Clint sighs, looking from me to Bobbi.

Bobbi laughs. “Well, I don’t have a right hook blessed by Satan, but I can throw hands.” She shrugs.

“My sisters pregnant, Wanda’s married. I need someone to have fun with.” I admit.

“The fuck does that make me chop liver?” Becca’s voice comes from behind me.

Whirling around in my chair. I grin. “Bec’s!” She laughs. “Let’s get into trouble tonight.”

“You want to break the new girl in, huh?” Her nose crinkles at me, but she smiles.

Shrugging. “I have aggression I need to get out.” I admit.

“So, what you and Bucky do alone doesn’t help with that?” Clint laughs.

“Oh god!” Peter and Becca groan, whining in some way.

Grinning wickedly at Clint. “No, but I could wait till Monday and terrorize Saints.” I shrug.

“No.” Four male voices blurt out quickly.

Looking from Becca to Bobbi. “They call me Chaos and Satan and think that they’ll stop me.” I snort.

“Fuck it, let’s go.” Bobbi grins, grabbing her clutch.

“Yes!” Fist pumping, Becca laughs.

“Where’s Howie?” Peter asks as we all get up from the table.

Catching his eye, we exchange a knowing look. He nods slowly, before pulling me out of the chair and ushering me forward.

“Hey,” Bucky pulls me to stop “what’s going on with Howie?”

Glancing at the others as they head for the exit. Looking back at him.

“Do you trust me?”

Winter blue eyes search my face looking for a sign of trouble.

“With my life, you know that.” He nods.

“Trust me than. I have it handled till I need you and the guys.” I promise him. He hesitates but finally nods, agreeing.

“You’re safe?” He slips his arm over my shoulders.

“Nothing to do with me, and I’m always safe with you.” I grin up at him. He grins leaning down to kiss me.

“You just try to soften me up.” He chuckles near my ear.

I laugh as we head for our group. “Bucky, baby you’ve always been soft when it comes to me.” I remind him with a grin.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You mean only with you. When it comes to you, I’ve killed and will again.” He kisses the side of my head. We reach the group heading through the hotel.

“Mm my favorite kind of sick love story.” Turning my eyes up at him as my tongue pokes out between my lips. Winter blue eyes darken watching my mouth.

“Don’t you ever think you’re leaving me, Chaos.” He licks his lips, smirking.

“Good luck ever leaving me Boss man, during me even after me I’ll kill a bitch.” Smirking at him.

“You’re like a really fucked up couple.” TC joins us, suddenly, laughing.

“Like you wouldn’t kill for me too.” I blow him a kiss. He laughs, shaking his head as the group chuckles.

-------- Everything Peaches 12/8/22 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @joannie95 @coley0823 @rileyloves5 @sexyvixen7 @duckestylez @abschaffer2 @drayshadow @shirukitsune @xoxabs88xox @carostar2020 @rosalynshields @hookslove1592 @royal-sunflower @iwillbeinmynest @bellamy-barnes @geeksareunique @happydeanpotter @fanfic-n-tabulous @steel-blue-eyess @mariekoukie6661 @bless-my-demons @notyourtypicalrose @lets-talk-about-xyz @loving-life-my-way @shinycupcakebaker @also-fangirlinsweden @stupendous-science @daughterofthenight117 @dandelionsmarkthegrave @physically-a-cheesecake @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @nickyl316h @jbbarnesgirl @lets-roggerthat @this-is-mycrisis @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[cryptidtyping]

Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience. 

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for- 

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork. 

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door. 

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?” 

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’. 

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names? 

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.) 

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again. 

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?” 

An olive branch. 

Again. 

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way. 

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut. 

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

X

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’. 

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers. 

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited. 

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp. 

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!” 

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away. 

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it. 

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass. 

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“ 

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you. 

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately. 

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight. 

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last. 

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you). 

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest. 

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot. 

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin. 

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm. 

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give. 

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft. 

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips. 

“For you, anything.”  Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance. 

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust. 

You loved it. You loved him. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell. 

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest. 

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

X

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.  

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

X

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

X

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.

[fragaria-imagines]

can we have first kiss with Hallritt and Tuxam plsss?? I really like Tuxam's "No way" voice line😭😭

Ahh thank you for the request! I liked Tuxam’s voice line as well :33!

“You missed a spot there Y/N! Lord Tuxedo Sam would be here any minute now and I don’t want to see a speck of dust in these chairs, when he arrives! This dining room needs to be spotless!” Tuxam chastised you, pointing at the rows of chairs that you just finished dusting off.

When Tuxam asked for your help to set up the dining room for the upcoming dinner with Lord Tuxedo Sam, you happily accepted, not thinking much of it, and was just happy to help a friend out.

What you didn’t expect was for you to do most of the work, whilst the Tuxam was monitoring and hovering all over you, all while critiquing your every move under the guise of giving you helpful advice. Suffice to say, annoyed couldn’t even begin to describe it what you felt.

“I already dusted those chairs! You saw me dust those chairs, and they’re fine! They are more than fine!” You snapped at the short blue haired knight, exasperatedly waving around your feather duster, to fully emphasize just how fine those chairs were.

Taken aback by your sudden outburst, Tuxam stepped back and didn’t say respond for a while. Though it may have not been very gentleman like to keep on questioning you, he couldn’t help but have his doubts if what you’re saying is true.

“I understand that but what about-”

“And the floor is clean if that’s what you’re asking! I mopped it like six times, which you would know because you made me mop it six times!”

“Well yes, but is it clean enough where you-”

“-Can see my own reflection? I promise you if every mirror in this castle were to be stolen, the floor would make a very good substitute.”

“What!? Someone stole all of our mirrors!” Tuxam exclaimed loudly, seemingly ignoring everything that was said after you said the word “stolen”.

“What? No! That was just an exaggeration to make a point! Nobody stole-”

“This is a serious matter, Y/N! We need to alert the security and the knights about this intruder! I’ll call Lord Tuxedo Sam and inform him about the sudden turn of events, unfortunately that means we’ll have to cancel our dinner, but for the sake of our kingdom and for ours and Lord Tuxedo Sam safety, we have no choice but to…”

As Tuxam droned on and on about a intruder that didn’t even exist, you knew that no amount of words would get through to him in this state. So without thinking, you marched towards him, putting your hands on his shoulders, and planted a light kiss on his lips to silence him once and for all.

His words immediately got caught in his throat as soon as your lips met his, all thoughts about chairs, intruders, Tuxedo Sam, all went out the window, as he melted in your kiss. Only once you pulled away and were met with Tuxam’s bright red face, did you realize what you have just done.

“I-im sorry…! I-I don’t know what came over me, you were just freaking out and I just thought…” The annoyed look you wore earlier, quickly got replaced with a bashful expression as you stumbled over your words. Too embarrassed to even say anything, much less look at his direction, the blush that was settling in your cheeks was definitely not helping your case.

“N-no it’s fine, really! You were right, I got way too over my head and w-well you know…!” Tuxam squeaked out, his overbearingness and strictness from earlier was no longer there, if the blush in his face was anything to go about.

For a while, you two stood there in awkward silence, too embarrassed to say anything. Eventually though, Tuxam broke the silence, when the initial embarrassment and shock settled down.

“So… about those chairs-”

“Oh my god-”

“Oh Y/N look at this! This is perfect for Lord Kitty, don’t you think?” Hallritt asked, holding up an apple shaped earring for you to inspect.

With Lord Kitty’s birthday just around the corner, Hallritt decided to take you shopping to look for her birthday gift, one month in advance.

You were more than happy to tag along, not only did you adore Lord Kitty, it also gave you the chance to spend more time with Hallritt. With Hallritt’s being a knight in training, you didn’t get to see him often as much you wanted, since he was so busy on most days.

“Oh those do look cute! But don’t you have enough apple related gifts in your cart? I really don’t think Lord Kitty needs an apple shaped earring, an apple shaped watch, an apple watch, an apple plushie, and a apple necklace” You tried to reason, pointing at the mountain of a shopping cart that carried more apple related gifts than you can count.

“Nonsense! There’s no such thing as too much apples when Lord Kitty is concerned!” Hallritt proclaimed, waving your concern off, as he put the apple shaped earrings in the shopping cart. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, knowing whenever he has his mind set on something, there is no one that could convince him otherwise.

That’s how the rest of the day followed, with Hallritt buying out every single store that crossed your paths, while you halfheartedly tried to convince him to cut back on the expenses. By the end of the day, you were positive if you put anymore items in your shopping cart, the cart would break down due to sheer physical and mental exhaustion from carrying so many gifts.

“I think we’ve done enough shopping for today, our shopping cart looks like it’s on its last leg, so how about we call it a day, sound good?” You suggested. Truth be told, as much as you were glad to spend the day with Hallritt, you were really using the shopping cart as an excuse to take a break as your feet were getting soar from walking around so much.

Hallritt didn’t respond to you, in fact it looked like he wasn’t even paying attention to you, but rather looking past you, as if there was something more interesting that was going on behind you. Turning your back to see what exactly was captivating Hallritt’s attention, you were met with a large red booth that carried a variety of plushies, one of them included a red apple plushie.

With a soft chuckle, you turned your body towards Hallritt, who was still paying attention to the booth, already knowing where this was headed.

“Would you like to go the booth, Hallritt?” You asked softly. Your question seemingly broke Hallritt out of his trance, as he stared at you sheepishly.

“If that’s alright with you! I know you’re tired from walking so much, so we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Nonsense! It’s for Lord Kitty’s birthday, how can I say no to that” You replied earnestly, giving him a bright smile. He smiled back, happy to have your approval.

Once you made your way to the booth, the vendor explained the rules of the game. All you had to do was toss a ring and have it land around the bottle, it was pretty simple, and you had confidence that Hallritt could easily win the plushie in one round alone.

“Oh no! I lost again!” Hallritt dejected voice filled the room, as he lost another round of ring toss.

Well… you were confident that he could pull it off. But the sad truth is, Hallritt didn’t seem to have any luck winning the apple plushie, no matter how many rounds he played, no matter how many different ways he tossed the ring -left hand, right hand, from the side, from the back, from the front-, it didn’t matter, the ring refused to go around the bottle.

Seeing how upset Hallritt was getting, not to mention that time was quickly catching up to them, you wanted nothing more than to encourage him and to keep on going. But words didn’t seem like it was enough, and with how little time you two had left, there was only one solution that you could think of that would give him the encouragement he needs.

You slowly walked up to him, face red as an apple, fully aware of what you were going to do. Hallritt, who was fully concentrated trying to plan his next move, broke out of his train of thoughts, when he saw you walking towards him.

“Hm? Is there something wrong Y/N?” Hallritt asked curiously, a bit confused as to why your arms were around his neck.

Embarrassed by his oblivious nature, you were tempted to back off and not go through with it, but you already came so far and were committed to following it through, even if it did cost you your pride, at least it would satisfy your growing curiosity about it.

“I-I’m trying to give you encouragement…!” You lamely said, not even bothering trying to hide the deep blush that was forming in your face. Hallritt, still confused, titled his head to the side, not quite sure what you meant by that.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Hallritt asked, you blushed even harder, internally wondering if Hallritt was genuinely confused or was he just teasing you. Though you already knew the answer to that, as Hallritt didn’t have a mean bone in his body.

Taking the fact that he hasn’t pushed you off yet as an incentive to keep going, you pressed your lips against him, deciding to show him what you mean instead.

You heard Hallritt gasp in the kiss, but the shock quickly faded, as he returned your kiss, holding your waist tightly. You could feel him smiling in the kiss, which gave you a case of butterflies in your stomach, overjoyed that he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you are.

The kiss ended way too soon for your liking, though as he pulled away, you could see a faint blush on his blush. You gave him a small smile, knowing you probably looked worse than him in that regard.

With a sheepish nod, he stepped towards the booth, giving you a bright smile and a small wink, before turning around and tossing the ring onto the bottles, successfully winning a round of ring toss once and for all.

He ended up winning the red apple plushie, but to him, your kiss was the best reward he could ever ask for.

[writingwhimsey]

"I Do, My Love!"- Mitsunari Epilogue

Alright, here is the final piece to our sweet cinnamon roll's wedding event! I hope you all enjoy!

It had been ten years since our wedding and many things had changed. Mitsunari had earned his own land and a castle was constructed for us to live in. Though we generally stayed close to Hideyoshi and Nobunaga, as Mitsunari was the lead strategist of the Oda forces and now that we had united the country, a vital member of the council. So, we generally stayed close by Osaka Castle.

I was standing in the kitchen of our home, working on lunch, when I heard familiar footsteps. “Mama, do you need help?”

I turned to smile at Yasu, our son (Mitsunari had wanted to name him after Ieyasu even just in part…much to Ieyasu’s annoyance). “I’m just finishing up.” I replied. “But you are always welcome to help. Where is Himari?”

“She’s with Papa in their study room…again.” Yasu answered.

“Absorbed in their books again?” I asked.

Yasu nodded. “Yes. I can’t even tempt her with her favorite game or Kitty.” 

“Well, we’ll just have to get them to come back to Earth and enjoy our meal together as a family.” I replied.

“As we always do…I am NOT feeding her like Uncle Hideyoshi used to do for Papa.” Yasu said, though I knew he would if he couldn’t get Himari’s attention.

I finished up our food and then Yasu and I  were taking the trays to the study, where Mitsunari and Himari were. Though Yasu was the younger of our two children, he was always helping me to take care of his big sister…since she was SO much like her father. She even looked like Mitsunari, while Yasu favored me, though he still had Mitsunari’s eyes.

When we arrived into the study, we found Mitsunari and Himari sitting beside each other, their eyes locked on the books they held in their hands. “Mitsunari, Himari, time for lunch.” I said as we came in, though neither of them moved or even seemed to take notice as we sat the trays down.

Yasu sighed. “You get Papa and I’ll get Himari.”

We were then moving, I took the book from Mitsunari while Yasu took Himari’s book. Father and daughter both took a moment to realize their books had been taken from them before looking up. “Oh, Ava, Yasu, when did you get in here?” Mitsunari asked, smiling his usual angelic smile at us.

“Is it lunch time, already Mama?” Himari asked, looking up at me.

I nodded. “Yes it is, and we just walked in.” I answered both of them. “Now, come on, let’s all eat together.”

We were all sitting down then, Himari was reaching for the tea pot, but Yasu quickly stopped her. “No, I’ve got it.” He said, knowing how clumsy she was…just like Mitsunari.

“I can do it.” Himari replied. “Let me get you tea for once.”

“No, I like helping.” Yasu told her gently. He was then pouring the tea for both of them and for Mitsunari and I as well.

“You’re such a good brother.” I whispered to Yasu, patting his head.

“This looks quite delicious.” Mitsunari commented. “Though…do I see…carrots?”

“They’re good for you and I did cut them into hearts again.” I replied.

“They are better that way.” Mitsunari replied, though he still wasn’t necessarily a big fan.

“Do I have to eat them, mama?” Yasu asked, this was one of the areas where he DID take after Mitsunari.

“I put lots of love into them.” I replied.

“It’s just carrots.” Himari said, plucking them up with her chopsticks and eating them. 

Yasu nodded and then ate the carrots…though reluctantly. We sat together, eating and chatting, enjoying the meal. Once we had finished and cleaned up, I declared that I thought it was time for MItsunari and Himari to take a break. “Come on, let’s go for a walk in the garden.” I suggested.

“We do need to get some exercise and sunshine and fresh air.” Mitsunari agreed.

The four of us were heading outside, Mitsunari and I holding hands as Yasu and Himari ran ahead of us. Yasu got Himari into playing tag as they ran out into the garden. “I am glad they can always find a way to have fun.” Mitsunari said, smiling as we watched our children play.

I nodded. “Yes, every day is an adventure for them.”

Mitsunari opened his mouth, ready to say something when Himari ran up to him and touched him on the arm. “Tag, Papa! You’re it!” She declared, giggling before running off.

“Well, it looks like we’re playing too.” Mitsunari said, smiling at me.

“We’re? I guess that means I’d better run.” I said with a laugh before letting go of his hand and running off.

We played with the children till dinner time, laughing and smiling as we did. After dinner, we began our bedtime routines. I gave Yasu and Himari their baths before leading them to their room. Mitsunari was already waiting beside their futon, a book in hand.

“Are you going to read to us, Papa?” Himari asked, smiling brightly.

Mitsunari nodded. “Of course.” He answered. “But you need to get under the covers first.”

Himari and Yasu were climbing into the futon. I tucked them in and settled down beside Mitsunari as he opened the book and put on his glasses. He then began to read aloud from the book. It had taken him some time to get used to reading aloud to the children like this, but he had started to do very well with it and even worked on changing his voice as dialogue or thoughts were changed between characters.

The only problem was, Mitsunari would get absorbed into the book and read well past when the children had fallen asleep. So, I still had to pull him back to reality. When their eyelids had grown too heavy and their breathing had steadied into that peaceful rhythm of sleep, I was gently nudging Mitsunari and kissing him gently on the cheek.

Mitsunari took a moment before turning from the book to look at me and then at our children. “They’ve fallen asleep.” He said, smiling.

I nodded. “Shall we head for our room?” I asked.

“I think I’d like that very much.” Mitsunari replied, shutting the book and putting it away before rising and holding his hand out to me.

I gladly placed my hand in his and allowed him to help pull me up. We both gave one last look to Himari and Yasu, sleeping peacefully and Kitty resting in bed with them (she was a senior Kitty now, but she was great with the children and they loved her).

Once we were in our room, we began getting ready for bed. I had just finished tying my kimono closed when I felt Mitsunari’s arms wrap around me from behind and his chin resting on my shoulder. “Thank you, Ava.” He said, kissing my cheek as he continued to hold me.

I smiled happily. “What for?” I asked.

“For everything you do for me.” He answered. “And for giving me a happiness I never thought I would experience…your love is a gift…and so are the children. I never thought I could be a good father…I’ve never been particularly good with children…but with you by my side…I’ve done better than I thought I would.”

“You are an amazing husband and father, Mitsunari.” I told him, smiling. “Himari, Yasu, and I are all lucky to have you.”

“I am the lucky one to have all of you.” Mitsunari replied. “And especially you, Ava. You have made me a better man…and a father.”

“Those children still wouldn’t be here without you, my love. We made them together.” I reminded him. “I love you, Mitsunari and I love our life.”

Mitsunari smiled warmly at me as he kissed me gently on the lips. “I love you, Ava and I am happy…truly happy.”

“And I plan to keep making you happy for the rest of our lives.”

“As long as my dream continues, I will be happy.”

“You mean…the one…”

“The one where I can create a world where you will always smile.”

“Oh, Mitsunari…” I was turning in his arms, throwing my own around him. I pressed my lips to his in an enthusiastic kiss.

Mitsunari smiled into the kiss as he held me tighter. I truly loved this wonderful man and the life we had built together. And I knew it would stay that way for the rest of our lives.

[marley-xrose]

Just That Girl →

Senior year was supposed to feel like this magical trophy, this big accomplishment that you’d get to and suddenly everything would be sunshine and lollipops! Well, whoever had made that analogy had clearly never been to McKinley High. Of course Marley was excited about senior year, she was about to graduate after all! Goodbye High School! and all the drama that came with it. However, she was staring over again. It felt like she was the new kid once more walking into the hallowed halls. She had no Glee Club anymore, her friends were all busy with their athletics which was definitely not her thing considering she would still get nearly knocked out every time they play dodgeball in PE. 

She supposed it wasn’t too bad, after all she still got to have lunch with Kitty, Ryder and Jake. Even if it also meant having lunch with the rest of their teammates, but at least they didn’t shut her out. That was still something she feared, figuring it would happen any day now.

“You guys catch our game on Friday? I was working on that end zone dance for weeks” Ryder asked enthusiastically

“Practiced for weeks and yet that’s how it came out?” Kitty replied with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, did you see it Marls?”

Glancing up from her pudding Marley blinked a few times. “S-Sorry, what was the question?” 

“Don’t even bother asking, we don’t need to hear him going on about it again.” Kitty mused.

“No, no I’m sorry. I’m listening.”

“I was just wondering if you caught my end zone dance on Friday” Ryder piped up, looking hopeful.

“Oh, I wasn’t able to go to the game I had to help mom prep the kitchens for the new school year. Sorry, but I’m sure it was great! I’d love to see it re-created!”

“Nah you don’t, we’ll have to teach Lynn some real moves, then it’ll be worth it.” Jake commented with a laugh, reaching across to snatch some tater tots off of Ryder’s tray, which of course lead to the boys play fighting and Kitty scoffing at their stupidity.

“You two are idiots, honestly. Anyway, on to actual interesting topics. There’s a party tonight, those new twins. Matheson, Matradee-”

“Um, I’m pretty sure their last name is McCarthy.” Marley pointed out.

“Yeah whatever, they are hosting the party. Trying to prove themselves or whatever, but I heard their parents are loaded. Chances are high for there to be the good alcohol,”

“Sweet count us in,” Jake chirped, finally letting Ryder out of the headlock he had him in to plop down next to him as if nothing even happened.

“You comin’ Marls?” Ryder asked, smoothing his hair back down.

“Oh I-”

“Oh please, has Marley ever come to one of the parties? I’m pretty sure if it doesn’t include balloon animals and bouncy castles, she isn’t going. No offense,” 

Glancing over at Kitty she arched a brow before huffing a little. “Just because you say no offense doesn’t mean it isn’t offensive, and that’s not true! I’ve been to parties, I’m a great partyer!” 

The laughter that rose above the table seemed to continue on for longer than was necessary, or appropriate for that matter. Rolling her eyes Marley grabbed her backpack, sliding it on to her shoulders as she stood up. “You guys are mean, I’ll be at the party.” she huffed, picking up her tray and walking out of the cafeteria.

Wow her first party! This was going to be great...Right?

*****

It was not great.

Not only did she walk into a cloud of smoke and deafening music when she arrived, no one had even touched the brownies her mom had made for the party. Claiming that just because they were ‘special’ to them did not mean they were special brownies. One person actually tried to put their half eaten one back onto the plate! So rude not to mention gross.

“Hey Marley! Having fun?” Smiling to herself as Ryder came up next to her she relaxed finally having a familiar face close by. 

“Well...I mean not really, to be honest. I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to be...doing.” she explained, shrugging a little.

“You know, having fun hanging out! Dancing, getting to know people.” he explained with a shrug of his own. “Whoa! Are those your moms brownies? Those are my fav,” eagerly taking a couple of the brownies Marley couldn’t help but smile, well at least when everything else was in the gutter, Ryder was always predictable and could always cheer her up somehow.

“But no one is really dancing, they are just...gyrating on each other.” she pointed out, taking a glance around the room before adverting her gaze back down to the brownie plate, definitely thinking some of these moves were a little too much for such a public setting.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I know it’s not your scene, I’m surprised you came at all to be honest.”

Huffing a little Marley glanced over at Ryder. “What is that supposed to mean? Not my scene. I’m a teenager aren’t I? I’m also in High School, why would I not want to be here.”

Chuckling a little Ryder held his hands up innocently. “I didn’t mean nothing by it, I’m just saying. I know your idea of a good time is watching movie musicals and baking. And not the kind of baking that people will expect you to be doing here,”

Furrowing her brows she opened her mouth to ask before Ryder quickly shook his head. “Don’t ask,”

“Well maybe I don’t want to just be that girl,” she replied with a shrug. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being that girl. Hell I like her, but relax a little. Just have a good time, no pressures here.” he explained gesturing around, which as Marley took in the room and the crowd she was pretty sure there was a lot of pressure here, pressure Ryder didn’t have to worry about. He was a star player on the football team after all.

“Here I’ll get you a drink and I’ll be right back and we can work the room okay?” he offered, grabbing a few more brownies before hopping up and making his way into the crowd.

****

A lot more than a few minutes had passed and Ryder did not return, in fact when Marley found him he was busy becoming a beer pong champion. Sighing a little to herself she made her way back into the living room, quickly backing herself into the corner next to the stairs to get out of peoples way. Sighing a little to herself she shifted to sit against the wall, tucking her legs up under her and holding the brownie tray in her lap, letting her fingers fidget with the edges of the rim. Truly this party just stressed the age old question of what the heck do you do with your hands!

Maybe everyone was right, she really wasn’t a party girl.

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 12

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:44 PM

"Oh i see..." he murmured

"So the merchants come here just once in a month?"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:44 PM

He nods. "yes..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:45 PM

"Mh..."

He took another bite

"You think they manage to come in time even with the snow? It dosent snow often here"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:47 PM

"They won't come up until the castle walls. There's a checkpoint I can see from here where they drop it off. I can easily retrieve it from there with magic."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:49 PM

"I see...Nh..." He looked off

"You think you will be fine tomorrow? Would be shitty if i go to some epic quest to uncurse you and then you die of fever as soon im gone" he smirked

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:50 PM

"..........."

If he'd say no, what then? He can't expect the boy to stay for another month, it's unreasonable, and too risky... He couldn't...

"I'll be just fine. I've lived through worse."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:52 PM

"Oh ok--" He murmured

Oh Narancia chill, he told you more than once he likes to being alone; also you are basically a pest right now that is living in his house rent free. Also you need to focus on how to fix the curse, no time to loose

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:53 PM

well, he only told you once. and he was lying....

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:54 PM

He got kicked out when he was 6, he has some issues ok?

Narancia finished to eat and looked outside the window

"...Can you show me how you make the birdy? I read something about it in the book but i want to see"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:57 PM

"............" Fugo drank the orange juice, slowly, wanting to enjoy it.

"Sure, that's fine......" he weaved his hand in a certain way and a bird showed sitting on top of his fingers.

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:58 PM

"Ah?? Just like that??" He said looking at the bird

"Why you picked a swallow?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:00 AM

He flicked his fingers twice and it flew off to nestle in Narancia's hair. "I can do various small creatures. But it's what you reminded me off."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:00 AM

"Oh??" He giggled

"Thats why? Really?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:01 AM

He nodded. Though he didn't add in what that implied and how it symbolized freedom and such.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:04 AM

"Thats funny because i really like birds!" He giggled

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:04 AM

"That so? why?"

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:08 AM

"I just think they are neat! I mean they can fly, and thats aready a bonus, but they are also more smart than people think of! Tou know that crows can recognize faces? And if you hurt one they will tell about you to his family and so they will avoid you...or try to peak your eyes, depeends how close you are to the nest- also they can play with eachother and if trained they can even lean how to use sicks to grab objet to far!"

No planes? Bird nerd then

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:10 AM

Fugo properly heard him out as the boy rambled about his obsession. the bird hopped on his shoulder and started changing form as it crawled down, until it curled up as a cat on his lap.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:12 AM

He gasped

"A kitty!!"

He petted the animal, and also showed how easly was to catch his attention...

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:13 AM

Fugo chuckled, noticing how easily the other was distracted. the cat purred content.

"...........err..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:14 AM

"Mh?" he asked as he played with the toebeans of the cats

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:14 AM

"........" he looked off. "You don't have to stay in the room tonight.. just so you know..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:16 AM

"Oh cool!" He nodded

Too bad most of the times he got out was to see what fugo was doing as a  monster...

"You should catch up some sleep tonight tho"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:17 AM

he laughed a bit. "My sleeping pattern is a mess already, so I doubt I can......

uhm.......can you-......... will you s-...stay with me? Tonight?" he didn't look at him.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:18 AM

"Oh- Yeah why not?" He smiled "What you want to do?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:20 AM

"uh....." seems like he had no plan what so ever.

'uhm...err....the..the stars are-...you can see the stars well from the tower.. if you'd like.."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:22 AM

awkard...and cute

"Sure!" He smiled nodding "Then, rest a bit for now, and dont worry about the mess, you sounded chill tonight so i can fix on my own if you broke something!"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:23 AM

he shook his head. "It's a small effort, really..... you'd want to see the dome again, I'm sure."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:23 AM

He giggled "Mh...Maybe i do" he admitted "You sure you dont want to try go in?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:24 AM

"............" he closed his eyes. "......mm...... maybe tonight..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:29 AM

"Yay!" He smiled "You sure will be better than me at figure out what to do"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:33 AM

"....? figuring out what?"

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:34 AM

"Dunno, i was looking if mom left something there that maybe could help.."

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:34 AM

"oh....." he frowned a bit and looked off.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:36 AM

"Didnt found anything tho...But ehy seems like the smart of the two its you" he giggled

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:38 AM

he sighed for a moment, before changing topics: "That aside, is there anything you'd want to take along tomorrow? Just name it and it's yours."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:40 AM

"Ah- dunno dude i dont really want to steal your stuff after you made me live here for a week" he laughed "And i still have some of the silverwear of the other day

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:41 AM

"It's not stealing. You are my precious guest, the first in 3 years."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:42 AM

Precious? he blushed a bit

"W-Well really, is not really fair, i swer i wolunt steal stuff in the first place if i knew someone lived here"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:44 AM

"It's not stealing..." he repeated, more stern. "please consider the offer for tomorrow. "

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:46 AM

"Ok--" he murmred...ok fair maaaybe he would take some stuff uhuh

"Mhh...what you do here anyway? like, how you dont get bored? I saw a lot of books but dosent get boring to just read?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 8:27 AM

"It does, yes." he sighed. "though in between rampaging and gaining sleep, not a lot of time remains really.... when I'm sick of books or things are too quiet around, I play the piano. sometimes go for a walk around the perimeters, is why most of the grass is dead around here. and during full moon, I like to watch the stars. I can't, otherwise."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:22 PM

"Oh! Yknow i could get you some new books if you want" He murmured.

Mhh seemed like he really looked forward watching the stars then, Narancia hoped the sky was clear tonight

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 4:39 PM

"oh.... err, alright. I'll leave the selecting to you then. but don't trouble yourself, books are rather expensive..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 5:35 PM

He pouted, ignoring him "isnt any book you want? Like dunno a sequel of something that you colunt get in those years??"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:35 AM

Fugo shook his head. "there's nothing I'd want, really....."

He paused, as if hesitating.

".........Sand... a bottle of sand. From the roads you've walked.

I don't care about the stories in books, but.... I'd want to hear your stories. The things you experience along your way.... and I'll remember them whenever I see the bottle.

I still don't know a lot about you, and I understand if you'd rather not tell what things have been like until now, but.....uhm...from here on....err..." realizing how awkward and embarrassing that request was, his voice died down more and more.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:39 AM

"Nh...Hold up got an idea! if i send letters to the merchants they could give it to you every month! So i could tell you how the curse breaking curse its going!" He said happily

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:41 AM

"err... yeah, that could work. " though not quite what he wanted... "It'll be a good practice for your writing too."

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:43 AM

Sorry Fugo, you are stuck with a kitty/golden retriver with a birdy brain.

"Also...If you like see the starts so much; once we find how to uncurse you, we could go to the beach and see them for there!"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:46 AM

sigh. "One step at a time...."

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:47 AM

"Sure! We will try the dome fist then!" he said happily

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:48 AM

He nodded a bit timid, lost in thought.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:51 AM

As the other was thinking, Nara started to pile the empty plates

"Y'know; its been a whole lot since i had a friend, is nice to chat with someone of your own age"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 11:38 PM

"....?" Fugo shook up from his thoughts upon those words.

He didn't quite know how to reply. He'd want to ask if that's really how he saw him, as he couldn't quite believe it. but he didn't want to give him the feeling like he doesn't consider him a friend, or that he doesn't want to or never thought of the possibility.

"err.....yes..... you've had friends before?" seemed safe enough to ask, though there was a small jealous undertone.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 11:42 PM

"Kinda...? When you are a kid and homeless often you and up in those...circles? I guess? Where a bunch of adults use kids to pickpocket people, yknow, one is a bait and the other steal their stuff, and you kinda make friends with the other kids? But the pay is miserable and thr adults have their fun seeing kids fight over a pice of moldy bread, so is a gamble game, a lot of backstabbing...I guess since mom i never had someone that was really close to me"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 11:58 PM

"I see..... I can imagine a lot of people being fond of you, though. you're very open and sociable.

It must have been difficult, but I'm glad you had some people to rely on.....err.... I hope I can be the same, to you..." he muttered the last part, rather awkward.

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:01 AM

"I mean, you saved me from a pack of wolves, im pretty sure that counts" He laughed

"And its ok, could be worst! Mom was with me till i was 10, so when i ended up alone, i was aready too big to be a chimney sweep, so i got lucky! Now that is a horror job"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 12:04 AM

'just happened to be there' was whispered under his breath. though it was quite far from where he'd usually wonder around.... why did he end up going there?

"really? what's it like? and what kind of jobs did you do?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:22 AM

"Oh god, luckly i never did, but basically you have to go inside a chimney with just a brush and a rope, the air is full of cinder  if you dont die crushed inside or burned alive by someone that forget that there is a kid inside, you will die like 5 years later of penomuima"

He laughed but it was a pretty dry laught

"Some of the kids that stole with me did it and they looked aweful.

Me? Mhhh well me and mom used to steal and sometimes we would do-" he stopped "She would do magic tricks in the street while i played the harmonica!" He squeaked "why i never thinked about it??"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 12:27 AM

Fugo's eyebrows shot up. "hoh! how bold! things that could be borderline explained by slide of hand, I take?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:30 AM

"Nhh yeah, but im a dummy that didnt connecter the points! But when did some of the tricks with the birdy i felt like i saw em before!" He giggled

"She would pull out doves from super tiny boxes and do some sick tricks with fires and so on! But never really explained how..." he giggled

"And its dumb because i was right behind her, playing the harmonica and i never saw how she pulled her tricks!"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 10:20 PM

"It's not strange for children to believe in magic, nor to give up on those thoughts once you get older. Though for potents, it's best to start as early as possible...

Being a commoner with magic creates some hardships, so I suppose she didn't want you to worry about it."

[goslings-girlx]

53, 56, 57

thanks for the anon ask, lovely! My answers got a little (a lot) long I hope it’s not too much. I love you!

53. 5 things that make me happy

I love a lot of things, but I’m going to narrow down to the best of my ability. #1 (these are not in any order btw) I’m gonna have to say Ryan Gosling. #2 My precious cat Frank, she’s my pride and joy (and yes. Frank is a female cat. She’s named after “Frank Castle” or “The Punisher” from Marvel bc she reminded me of him). #3 Art Work in any form. Visual art is just *sigh* I love it! So always feel free to send me your art! I’ll reblog it! #4 has to be music (which technically is another art form. Sue me!) I literally can’t go anywhere without my big chunky headphones! I need to be listening to music at all times! It’s ridiculous, but I live through the words and notes music artists compose and sing! “I wanna push you around! Well I will, well I will! I wanna push you down! Well I will, well I will! I wanna take you forgaughnaygh!” C’mon how can I not listen to that at least once a day? #5 last but not least…writing and reading. Need I say more. Quite honestly the best thing I can think of doing! Reading and Writing is so frustrating, heartbreaking, yet refreshing from a lot of the real world. Beauty.

56. favorite food(s)

So sorry that last one was do long, dearest. My favorite food? Ryan Gosling duh so yummy. It has to be the recipe for “cheesy chicken broccoli (with rice)” that the female who birthed me (also known as my mama) makes.

57. favorite animal(s)

My favorite animal was a fox for all the early ages of my life. And I still think they are majestic creatures (What Does The Fox Say used to slap a lil’ too hard for me back in the day) but I’ll have to say that now. Right now in 2024 (wish it was 2004) that just basic lil’ kitty cats are my favorite. They remind me of Lars and that just makes my day thinking about it.

[captainmaplesblog]

Life of Lea Volume 2 Chapter 18: The Frozen Plan

“Ah well from how she talked to me” Kitty starts to say before his clam phone goes off as Daisy had texted him the plan, he then opens his texts, “It's simple Daisy sneaks in while I use a disguise spell so nobody gets suspicious, then after we escape, we run to the safe point portal in the Starfish Forest and arrive back in the castle” Kitty explained as he read the texts messages to her.

"Sounds good, but what are you going to put in the cells as replacements? Wouldn't they have cameras in their cell blocks?" Lea asked curiously.

"Well they do have cameras but I'll place an illusion spells so the camera will show no changes from the security guards won't be alarmed when watching through the cameras and as far as the guards in the hallways will see us as Coco and Clive" Kitty explained.

“Huh, that makes sense,” Lea replied.

“Yea so King Chuck and whoever else is there with him will be saved at midnight, when everyone should be asleep” Kitty explained.

“So, Daisy is preparing for a sneak-in, a type of saving mission?” Lea asked him.

 “Basically yes, so that is why I am here, so I can tell the others of this plan as well help cover her tracks to watch her back, so once we get into their HQ, King Chuck will have our exit route dugout,” Kitty replied as he kept reading the text messages to her as he added his ideas in as well.

“So that’s the whole plan…who fixed the entering plan together?” Lea asked him. 

“Mimi and Princess Charlotte had a long chat when Mimi returned,” Kitty replied as he read the new text message.

 “Hm…ok,” Lea says softly as she thinks about talking to Mimi to ask about that long conversation. 

Prince Robert then comes into the library and goes over to them as Nick goes in after him as he is looking for a particular section.

“Charlie is ready to talk with you and dinner will be done soon” Prince Robert exclaims.

“Alright then lead the way, Prince Robert” Kitty replied as he got up to check out the book that Lea had put down as he seemed eager to do something before taking his leave from the library.

Lea quietly glares at Kitty a little bit as she gets up from her seat and Mrs. Ramptin looks at Lea calmly.

“Weren’t you reading that book first? Damn, that was rude but don’t worry I’ll get you the second copy” Mrs. Ramptin says as she goes to the back door.

Lea sighs a bit and thinks of where Mimi could be right now so she can talk to her. Mrs. Ramptin gives Lea the book after checking it out for her.

“Here you go sugar,” Mrs. Ramptin says as she gives her the book.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ramptin” Lea replied.

“No problem, just kick that cat in the ass for being rude to you, ok?” Mrs. Ramptin says as she looks at her with her red eyes.

“I will do that” Lea replied with a hell ya I’m going to do that tone before rejoining Kitty in the hallway and looking at him disappearing like the Cheshire cat.   

  As Lea makes her way out of the library and down the hall, she sees Nick leaving the other part of the library.

    “Hey, Nick, do you know where Mimi is? I need to ask her something” Lea asks him as she had not noticed that he had come in the library beforehand.

  “She’s most likely in Princess Charlotte’s room talking with Kitty, I was with her for a little bit when she was talking with Daisy since she needed help with fixing her hair before asking me to give them some privacy for some girl talk"Nick replied as he had some books about metal wielding and gems.

   “Oh, ok then,” Lea said with an oh-great expression on her face as she was going to get the opportunity to get back at Kitty.

    Nick nods before heading over to the nearest bathroom. Lea then goes to look for Princess Charlotte’s bedroom. Once she found her room, she waited in the hallway for them to finish their conversation. 

    Meanwhile, King Chuck was in his cell as he had buried the magical shovels in the hole that Mimi had started digging from when she was there. Guard 16 then comes in with a blanket and a snack.

 “Here is a warm blanket and a small snack with water until lunchtime” The Guard exclaimed as they were given their items before the guard was going to take their leave.

    “Thank you…um…what’s your name young man?” King Chuck asked politely.

    “My name?... it’s Momo Kuroyuki” Momo replied as he glanced at the King.

    “Thank you for the blanket and snack with water, Mr. Kuroyuki,” King Chuck says with a gentle smile. 

    “Your welcome, your highness” Momo replied before leaving the room. 

King Chuck then wraps himself in the blanket before eating his apple slices and taking sips from his water before laying down to take a nap.

    Meanwhile, in the nearest Bad Apple guard lounge, Momo got out his comb as guards 4 and 5 went up to him.

    “Momo what did the King say to you? Derwin said he heard you talking when he was waiting for you in the hall” Guard 4 asks him.

  “Yes, he did talk to me but only to thank me properly for giving him food” Momo replied.

  “So, he just asked for your name, so he could thank you? Well, at least we know that he is a gentleman like the merfolk say he is” Derwin points out as he adjusted his cuff with his guard number on.

    “You do have a point there, four eyes, but I think he was just being generally polite with me,” Momo replied with a sassy smile.

    “Don’t use that nickname Peaches, even if it matches my guard number” Derwin says with a pout.

    “Enough with your inside jokes boys and just keep your ears peeled for the king to leak anything while being here,” Guard 5 says as he looks at the live feed.

    “You are right Arthur…he could say something to the other prisoners” Momo replied. 

    The camera stayed focused on King Chuck as he ate along with the other prisoners.

“So, um is there some sort of schedule in this fruit basket?” King Chuck asks Lady Genevieve as he looks over to her cell.

    “Well dinner is given about 4 hours after lunch and then 2 hours after dinner it’s lights out for the right,” Lady Genevieve said as she shows him her time tracker marks on the wall.

        “You have been keeping track of the time? I thought Lady Gwendolyn would do that” King Chuck replied as he looked at the two sisters.

      “It was either that or make doodles on the wall or make doodles in the sand,” Lady Genevieve says as she seems fidgety.

    “She indeed has the bigger constant need to be kept busy than I do, and that’s saying something since I’m usually rumored to be ice-cold serious” Lady Gwendolyn replied in a semi-joking tone.

    King Chuck chuckles a bit at her comment.

   “Well, I’m rumored to hang out with my wife for the majority of parties, when it’s her who gets handsy first at any time,” King Chuck says with a cheeky smile.

    Lady Gwendolyn and Lady Genevieve laugh a bit.

      “That must mean that you both embarrass your children quite often then,” Lady Genevieve says with a hard-to-stop laughing smile.

   “Yeah they do get embarrassed when it happens, but hey embarrassing your kids is one of the perks of being a parent” King Chuck replied as he recalled the last time that happened.

       “Fair point but we won’t know that enjoyment of having that title since we aren’t parents like you are,” Lady Gwendolyn says as the camera twitches.

    “Ugh, just small talk on rumors and family…at least have a juicier gossip, girlies” Arthur exclaims as he sits in the spinning chair in front of the live stream televisions that are on a really big console.

    “Well, he isn’t rumored to be a goofy dad for nothing” Derwin implies as he ate his meat buns.

    “True…goofy dad is still a loving dad…maybe he will talk about sappy moments about his kids, so they’ll be predictable with their dad not being there” Arthur exclaims as he takes his ramen out of the microwave.

    “That’s a good point,” Momo replied as he munched on a mochi.

 Once dinnertime comes around, Daisy & Kitty make their way to the middle point in the Starfish Forest.

   “Let’s get this plan going” Daisy whispers to him.

   Kitty smirks in agreement as he snaps his fingers and casts his illusion spell to disguise them. They then use an opening door spell to let them in without leaving evidence of a break-in. Daisy casts an invisible compass spell to show them their way to the cell that is holding King Chuck. Kitty keeps his guard up in case someone comes from any angle.

    Meanwhile, King Chuck whispered to Lady Genevieve about what was going to happen in a few as she gave him her spare blanket so the guards wouldn’t get suspicious. The camera twitched a bit as Derwin was on his turn to monitor the live-stream videos.

   “Hm nothing big is happening just asking for their spare blanket,” Derwin says as he writes it down in his notepad.

   “Do you have to take notes? You're only supposed to watch the live stream camera feed” Arthur implies as he brings him a cup of tea.

   “True but it’s still something to keep track of all changes” Derwin replied.

   “Well Momo could read lips better than us but he’s asleep right now” Derwin replied a bit annoyed.

   Momo was fast asleep on the couch as it wasn’t his turn to watch the live stream video.

    Daisy and Kitty then quietly make their way to the jail cells Daisy goes down the cells to look for the King only to see Oliver in a cell while on her way. Daisy then uses the open-door spell as she has an idea to question why he was in there once they all got to the Aamodt Castle. Kitty found King Chuck, Lady Gwendolyn, and Lady Genevieve in the jail cells a bit downward from Oliver.

   “We are breaking you all out of here, follow us but later I will need to talk to you privately” Daisy whispered to Oliver as Kitty had already cast an illusion spell before getting in.

   The illusion spell made the camera show the guards that all the prisoners were asleep in their cells as it hid Daisy and Kitty’s handy work plan. Oliver, King Chuck, Lady Genevieve, and Lady Gwendolyn were then turned invisible with the disguise spell. King Chuck lifted his mattress so they could all escape through the now-finished escape route. Once everyone got into the escape route, they made their way out of the Bad Apple HQ2. They quickly and quietly swam to the safe point in Starfish Forest. Once in the forest, Kitty snaps his fingers to undo the disguise spell. King Chuck takes a deep breath and is glad he has used four magic shovels instead of one.

“So, we are free and the magic shovels turned back into small shovels when done digging…now we can go home,” King Chuck says once he ensured they didn’t get followed.

   “Indeed, and I got all four of them as we swam away” Kitty replied as he took them out of his pocket to show them the four little shovels.

   “I guess we should stay with you at the castle so we can be guarded, right?” Lady Gwendolyn points out.

   “Yes, right now, let’s go” King Chuck replied as he opened a portal to the Aamodt Castle.

     Daisy went into the portal holding Oliver’s wrists as she was in her let’s get this over with state of focus. Oliver looked at her quietly as he followed her and didn’t fight back as they went into the portal. Kitty, King Chuck, Lady Gwendolyn, and Lady Genevieve follow them into the portal afterward. The portal then closes behind them afterward. Once they got back to the Aamodt Castle, King Chuck brought Lady Genevieve to the infirmary to be checked out in case of any injuries.

     After a while of settling down, Daisy was now alone in the dining hall with Oliver as far as they knew.    

   “I need to ask you something…is that ok with you, Oliver?” Daisy asked with a stern look.

   “Sure…what’s your question, Miss. Dragifilia?” Oliver replied as he looked at her from his seat.

   “Ok first off don’t call me that, I am not my mom, Daisy is just fine, and secondly why were you in the jail cells for the second time? Didn’t you get back on your sister’s good side after torturing the Queen?” Daisy asked him as she looked him straight in the eye.

   “Well…even though I did do that to the Queen, big sister still hadn’t forgiven me completely and thus why I was bunking in the jail cells instead of my comfy bed in my room with Clive in the head minion room” Oliver explains.

   “Seems childish…if she hadn’t forgiven you completely, she could have just had someone keep tabs on you as you went about your duties and assignments as her second head minion” Daisy replied as she was taking mental notes.

    “True but she knows how much I love to sleep in my comfy bed and hang with my bestie, Clive,” Oliver says as Chef Michaelis gives them some sandwiches and water.

   “So she chooses to punish you by taking comfort instead of testing your loyalty seems like a flawed discipline choice,” Daisy says as she wants to roll her eyes at this ridiculous notion.

   “True but why should I be the one to stop her and question her? It didn’t work as children so why should I do that now…I don’t want to cause her pain again…” Oliver replied as he looked into his cup of water.

“Well, you were just kids none of it was either of your faults but also you're technically older than her so you can stop her and question her” Daisy replied as she noticed his sad expression.

   “Well, yeah… but she is still my big sister regardless of her not aging when she was in the frozen zone,” Oliver says as he nibbles on his sandwich.

   Meanwhile, Kitty went over to the library as he wondered if the next volume was there he then spotted Lea who was reading the book from earlier.

   “Hey there Lea, I see you reading our book from earlier, how is it?” Kitty asks her.

   Lea flinched a bit from being surprised by him, “Yea it’s great…do you need to surprise me like that?” she replied.

   “Hm…alright then,” Kitty says as he backs up from her before sitting beside her on the couch.

   Lea sighed in annoyance as he did so. Vanessa sees all of this and then goes over and stands beside Lea.

   “Hey, dude you want to go grab something to eat at the dining hall?” Vanessa asks her.

   “Sure, sounds great,” Lea replied as she closed her book and followed Vanessa as she gave her a thank you for saving me expression.

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Living With The Guardians Of Arcadia A Guidebook For Dummies

(There's Also A Lot Of Rules)

Written by: Barbra Lake

1. When Krel invites you to a robot fight. DO NOT ACCEPT. I don’t care if the Gun Robot helped save the world, it’s not allowed back on earth.

2. Whenever Aja enters the room, you do not need to chant ‘we stan one Queen’. Just bowing once will suffice. (I don’t care how much you ‘simp’ for her Steve)

3. Grit-Shaka’s are not allowed in the Castle under any circumstances.

4. Douxie is not allowed to use the bow in the castle unless we are under attack.

5. Eli is NEVER allowed to drive.

Quick note that Douxie is also not allowed to drive if Eli is in the car with him.

6. Do not permit Krel to decorate for Christmas, it ended disastrously the first time.

7. Jim, Steve, and Douxie are not allowed to race on their vespas/motorcycle respectively.

8. The word ‘Crispy’ is officially banned by Tobias Domzalski.

9. Claire is not allowed to channel her inner ‘Nico Di Angelo’ and shadow travel to China. It nearly ended in World War 3.

10. Krel must go to bed after 2 days of no sleep. He surprisingly has good puppy dog eyes, DO NOT GIVE IN!

11. Jim is the only person allowed to cook inside the castle. Claire is allowed to make her signature guacamole. (Apparently Jim says that he prefers it if I don’t cook, but I think he’s being silly. I’ll let him have this one though.)

12. Aja and Claire are not allowed to ‘visit’ Area 49B.

13. No matter how ‘Glorious’ it would be Varvatos is not allowed to pilot the Castle

14. Weapon checks are necessary before leaving the castle. (I’m not bailing you out of jail for the 5th time Jim and Douxie).

15. Archie is not allowed to have Nougat Nummies.

This also includes Gummy Bears.

16. If Aja asks to hang out with Toby, Eli, or Douxie, one adult must be in the room.

17. If Steve’s solution involves fire. Do not follow his plan.

18. Do not allow Eli to talk to you about the following topics (especially if Douxie is in the room):

Mothman

Arcadia’s Freakiness

Bigfoot

Nessie

The Billy Craggle

19. On occasion Douxie will read your star sign for shits n giggles, he will read your future, please stop him before somebody realizes that they are dying young.

20. Jim and Steve are not allowed to engage in fistfights.

21. Claire is not allowed to do necromancy, it works too well.

22. Please try to convince Krel that screaming explicits when an experiment fails is not good.

23. Toby and Steve are not allowed to egg on Jim to do stupid self sacrificing things ‘for the vine’.

24. The following games are not allowed to be played on Arcadia Gang Game Night:

Monopoly: That game ruins friendships.

Truth Or Dare: I’m also not bailing Claire out of jail for the 4th time.

Pokemon: I don’t even want to know what happened that night, but I don’t want a repeat.

Go Go Sushi: AAARRRGH!!! will win. There is no sense trying.

Hide & Seek: I don’t care how well your sticky spell works, hiding on the side of the castle is prohibited Douxie.

Mario Kart: No explanation needed.

25. Toby, Claire, Jim, Steve, Eli, Mary, Darci, and Shannon are not allowed in school on Saturdays. No matter if they get detention, do not allow them in.

26. No more recreations of High School Musical.

27. Microwavable Ramen is not food, Douxie, even by me. Jim is the only one allowed to cook for a reason.

28. The plants are not allowed to be fertilized, no matter how much you think Nari’s plants need them Toby.

29. No more body swaps. It got weird fast.

30. Magnets are not allowed to be put on Jim’s armour, no matter how funny the hello kitty ones are.

31. Krel and Aja have an affinity with crabs. Do not:

Cook a live crab in front of them, they will cry.

Let them give knives to crabs.

Let them keep the crabs they find at the beach.

32. Claire is not allowed to resurrect Bular for Jim to fight when he gets bored.

33. Do not fall asleep near Steve, he will draw a mustache on you.

34. Never Gonna Give You Up is banned.

35. ‘Tight Jeans’ Hank is not allowed near the Castle.

36. There will be no smiley faces drawn on Senor Uhl’s truck

37. Claire and Douxie are not allowed to spar for the safety of the world.

38. Krel and Nari are not allowed to play around with the Earth Titan and the Gun Robot.

39. Douxie cannot wack anybody in the face with Spellcaster, even if they say ‘of course you have blue hair and pronouns’

40. The entire team is not allowed near Area 49B while No Roots is playing.

41. The words ‘Tokyo Drift’ are banned.

42. Duct Tape does not fix everything, Douxie is only allowed half a roll a day.

43. Douxie is not allowed to swindle anybody with his ‘lad of fortune trick’

That said, if it’s the Arcane Order trying to destroy the world, then it’s fine.

44. Stuart’s Taco Truck is not allowed inside the Castle.

Do not give into Steve and Toby’s begging. It will only end in chaos.

45. Blinky is not allowed near fires.

46. Heavy Metal is not to be played between 12am and 6am (some people need to sleep Krel.)

47. When Claire asks you to come ‘dressed to kill’ it can go both ways

If she says it with a neutral face then she means it figuratively

If she’s smiling the same way she did while possessed with Morgana, I suggest bringing a shovel

48. Jim has the uncanny ability to convince people of random things. No Varvatos and Zadra, the mountains are not challenging your honour. Please.

49. Don’t try to give Douxie decaf. He will glare at you ominously for months

This also applies to Krel

50. No matter how hard they beg, do not give into the children asking to play Minecraft for ‘just 5 more minutes’. It will turn into an all nighter.

51. If you see Douxie holding a deck of cards please ask the following question:

What are you doing with those cards?

If he answers by asking you to play a card game without shuffling the deck, then you are safe.

If he answers by asking you to play a card game while shuffling the deck of cards. Run.

He will slice you into two with one. The only reason Blinky isn’t dead is because he’s made of stone.

52. If you see Krel talking binary with the Blanks. Don’t ask questions. Just leave the room.

53. Do not say that penguins don’t exist. Aja will believe you.

54. Stardew Valley and Subway Surfers are on thin fucking ice.

55. Claire is not allowed to play around with Zadra’s double-ended scythe

56. Nari is not allowed to create new creatures. The Billy Craggle was bad enough.

57. Fireworks are prohibited.

58. The Skeltegs and Gnomes are not allowed to get in fist fights.

Nor is betting on fights caused by a bored Varvatos

59. Douxie must take at least 2 nights off from work per week.

60. Everytime one of the team comes in from a mission, check for injuries. The whole lot of them will hide it because of their weird self-sacrificial issues.

61. Goats are not to be seen near the castle

62. Bessie must be kept in the pen. No matter how much Steve begs for her to get fresh air.

63. Krel under no circumstances will be flying one of the boats.

He can though if we are in grave danger

Or at least 2 other adults with the ability to fly it are in his presence.

64. AAARRRGH!!!! will find ways to hide in Toby’s closet. Don’t ask, and leave him be.

65. Jim and Toby are not allowed to make Tube City for the hamsters.

66. Claire is not a good driver. No matter how hard she tries to convince you that she can drive. She CANNOT.

67. When they go undercover, please make sure the children are not wearing the following:

a CIA suit

a baseball cap with a cat wearing glasses on top

Trollhunter Armour but with sunglasses

a ski mask

Italian Plumber Outfits

68. Eli is not allowed to be on youtube for more than 2 hours. He seems to find the dark side of it quickly

69. The children prefer outdated memes. Including the one with this number.

70. Claire is not allowed to speak latin under any circumstances

71. A baseball bat is not a formidable weapon. No matter how much Jim, Eli and Steve say it is.

A quick note that Jim is not allowed to throw his sword.

72. When Toby is bored he will make random badges for small accomplishments. He just throws them on you. There is no stopping it.

73. Krel is not all-knowing, he just has a lot of information inside that brain, including a very large ego.

74. If you somehow managed to anger Douxie you will be able to find him in the following places:

The roof, he uses sticky spells to stick to the side of the wall.

Don’t scream when you see a scary broody Douxie sticking to the side of the wall. You’ll just scare him.

The vents. He’s a Clint Barton kinnie

The dungeon’s closet. I know it is filled with various creepy things. Don’t ask.

75. Aja is not allowed to drive. She will find her way into a ditch. We are not sure how she passed drivers Ed.

76. The word ‘heist’ is banned

It got out of control last time.

77. Claire somehow manages to thrive in the deorganization that is her room. I know her desk is upside down. Don’t question it.

78. If Jim tells you to avenge him, even for the smallest things. You must avenge him, or else he will cause mass chaos.

79. No mentions of the ‘Gatto Surprise’ Incident.

80. Steve, Nari was just joking (I think), Nari does not eat bugs.

81. Someone please tell Krel and Aja that the Bee Movie is inaccurate. And no, the bees do not need nectar guns.

Speaking of the Bee Movie, Toby will find weird places to hide the script. Don’t ask questions. Just ignore it.

82. Douxie will eat kit kats the wrong way just to spite you. Do not anger him.

He may brood and eat kit kats the wrong way. To avoid or find him please see #74

83. Eli will look into the camera like the office, or stare to the side and say nonchalantly: ‘this is it narrator, this is my villain origin story.’

84. If Douxie says he’s going to ‘shoot the shit’, he means it literally, despite the ‘no bow in castle’ rule, he will go down to the training room and shoot at photos of people that annoy him.

85. The only take-out Jim will eat is Thai.

86. Douxie will not sleep until he collapses. Make sure that he sleeps every night.

87. There is a whole closet filled with VHS tapes. Don’t ask, AAARRRGH!!! likes them.

88. Don’t question the Gnome with the doll and peanut children.

89. Jim looks like a sweetheart. He can and will destroy you, with a sword or sass.

90. No rewriting Romeo and Juliet then acting it out ‘just for funsies’ the car chase was something else.

91. Don’t ever shout ‘rule number 3!’ in front of Jim. It ends badly.

92. The children will complain about the roaming charges while they travel around the world. It’s an inside joke that few understand.

93. Claire and Toby will talk about the ‘boneless gag’. Don’t ask what those two came up with.

94. Jim will randomly start speaking Spanish when he’s with Claire. Yes, it’s bad, no don’t tell him it’s bad.

95. There is a random army of goblins with a raccoon that will show up and bug Jim. Weirdly they listen to him

96. Blinky is not allowed near explosives.

97. Steve’s ringtone is actually ‘Buttsnack’ repeated over and over again. Don’t ask questions.

98. Don’t even try talking about the ‘bad coffee’ incident.

99. Nana will knock out police officers with a shovel. We try not to worry about it.

100. Bessie the cow is on thin ice with the farming game

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Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”  

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.  

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.  

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.  

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.  

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”  

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft,  probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on.  Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you  didn’t  mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the  different styles.  

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too.  The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were  not  amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.  

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.  

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand  off of  yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.  

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.  

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.  

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.  

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now  that  you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.  

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.  

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.  

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.  

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”  

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”  

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”  

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.  

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?  

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.  

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you  did  want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.  

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

[wicked-writer-ofthe-west]

Caterella

Paring: Trey & Cater(Ace & Deuce maybe)

Part:One

3rd person

Once upon a time in a far away place, there lived Cater and his father. After the passing of his mother Cater was spoiled rotten by his father. However there was one thing his father couldn’t provide by himself, and that was a mothers love. With that Cater’s father married a beautiful women, who brought in two more children slightly younger than Cater. Unfortunately, 5 years into the marriage Cater’s father died. That’s when his stepmother showed her true colors,strict,cruel, and unloving towards Cater. By her command He became the servant of the house,serving his stepmom and stepbrothers. So now here he sits in his room hoping and praying that he get’s his happy ending.

Cater POV

I wake up with the sound of birds tweeting into my ear. I toss to the side protesting against the little birds. I finally got up when the birds started to peck at my face and pull at her hair.

“I’m up, I’m up” I say groggily at the birds who are now sitting on the window cil. I stick my head out the window feeling the morning sun on my face. It was beautiful outside,the temperature was warm and the sun just peeked. It would’ve been nice to go downstairs and have breakfast with my father and everyone but unfortunately I don’t have that privilege. I take a breath of fresh air.

“It’s gonna be a good day today.” I chant that mantra to myself opening the door to fulfill my morning duties.

3rd Person

Cater opens the door to his stepmothers room,being very careful not to wake her. Beside her glorious queen size bed lays an equally fabulous cat bed for her black and white cat, Lucifer.

“Here kitty kitty kitty~” Cater cooed at the black cat. The cat hisses at him before turning its back at him.

“Lucifer,come here” Cater whispers yelled making the rebellions cat wake up and walk by his side.

“Good Morning Cater.” A voice spoke out making Cater jump a little. He looks down at the slightly shorter figure.

“Good Morning Deuce.” Cater smiles slightly, Lucifer leaps up into Deuce’s arms and purrs .

“What brings you here at this hour?” Cater asks walking down the hall with Deuce beside him.

“Is there anything wrong with helping you out with your chores?” Deuce chuckles a little bit.

“But what about stepmother?” Cater asks worryingly stepping down into the basement dock. Deuce sighs.

“I don’t cate about stepmother right now, In my opinion I think it;s not fair that all of the chores are pushed on to you.” Deuce rambles. Cater sighs finally giving into Deuce’s request.

“I do need a little bit of help with the mending and the tending of the garden.” Cater sighs

“And giving Lucifer a bath.” Deuce chuckles making Cater laugh a little too.

“I’ll start with feeding the animals, you start pulling the weeds from the garden and we’ll meet in your room with the mending and the sewing.”

Deuce smiles,brimming with excitement. With Deuces determination and Cater’s ambition they both got to work.

Trey POV

“Father says he’s gonna throw a ball tonight.” Ace says pulling out strands and strands of grass out of the ground.

“He is? I thought he was joking about that.” I say looking over at him while preventing the sun to get in my eyes. The sun beams its lights down on this meadow that me and ace were laying in.

“Apparently the reason for the ball is so his “eldest son can find a suitor”” Ace says putting air quotes on the last part. I chuckle.

“It cause I’m the oldest, and the handsomest.” I say,pushing my glasses up on my face Ace chuckles once more.

“And Dad wants some grandkids” Ace says jokingly throwing his arms around me making fake kissing noises to me, I playfully threw him off of me. We began to play fight and tackle each other to the ground,laughing the entirety of the time. I finally got Ace in a headlock when father walked outside.

“Boys! Quit rough housin and come inside! I’ve got something to say to the both of ya’s”

I sigh releaseing ace out of the head lock and we both make out way into the castle.

Cater POV

I walk back to Deuce’s room after getting an earful from my stepmother. Apparently I didn’t put enough sugar in Riddle’s tea so he made up a lie saying that there was a mouse underneath his teacup. I groan poping myself on deuce’s bed and groaning into a pillow.

“What happen?” Deuce questioned not looking up from the quilt that he was working on.

“Stepmom gave me more chores because I didn’t put enough sugar in Riddle’s tea.” I sigh Deuce shakes his head in disappointment.

“Riddle can be over dramatic sometimes.”

“And a tattle tale.” I mumble back

A knock at the door caught our attention

“I’ll get it.” I say recovering from my self loathing and going to answer the door. When I open the door I was met with the mail man holding a letter addressed to our house. Before I could formally greet him the man held out his hand with the letter in his palm.

“ A letter from the king!” the mail man announces

I gingerly accept the letter,thanking him before closing the door. I examine the letter noticing the crimson red candle wax that seals the envelope. That man said that the letter was from the king so it must be important.

“I’ve got to give this to stepmother.” I say walking up the stairs. From where I was at I clearly know that Riddle was in music study. Riddle wasn’t the greatest singer it he was ok (if you don’t mind your eardrums being blown out). Ok but not great. I take a deep reach and gently open the door.

3rd person

Riddle whips his head around to look at Cater, his face burning red with embarrassment and anger.

“What did Mother tell you about walking in while I’m in music study!”Riddle says through gritted teeth he throws a book at Cater, missing his head by a couple of inches.

Cater sighs “Riddle before you get mad at me,The king has sent out a letter.” Cater says presenting the envelope, Riddle snatches the letter out of Cater’s hand. As Riddle reads the letter he squeals, jumping up and down.

“Deuce, Deuce come in here!” Riddle says nudging Deuce inside the room.

“It’s a letter from the king!!” Riddle announced showing the letter to Deuce, after he read the letter the both of them were squealing and jumping around making Cater laugh at his stepbrother’s excitement. A voice broke through the squealing.

“Now what’s going on here Riddle?” His mother demands raising an eyebrow. All of the squeals and smiles that were on there soon ceased with the sound of her voice.

“I-It’s a letter from the King.” Riddle reply’s nervously handing his mother the letter, a moment of silence follows as the last readers the letter.

“A ball?” She questioned receiving a nod from her sons

“Any suitable suitor is invited?” She asked once more getting the same response from her sons

After what felt like an eternity of silence the Stepmother had made her decision.

“I see no problem with us going.” Stepmother smiles slightly reviving yet another squeal from Riddle.

“But stepmother can I go to the ball too?”

Riddle could barely hold in his laughter but was quickly silenced by his mother.

“I see why not.”The stepmother started getting a shocked expression from riddle but an excited one from Cater.

“Thank you stepmother,Thank you-” Cater was cut off

“If you can finish all of your chores and find something decent to wear.” Stepmother continues pointing at the raggedy clothes that cater was wearing. Cater eagerly nods and books it out of the room to finish the rest of his chores.

The stepmother looks over at Riddle who looks visibly mad.

“M-Mother what would you do that?” Riddle asks almost pouting.

“I didn’t say that he could go, I just said ‘if’ he gets done he can come.”

Riddles anger turned into confusion then realization.

“Ohhh ‘if’” Riddle giggles. Deduce however was worried,he knew what his mom would do anything and everything to make sure that Cater doesn’t go to this ball. Now Deuce can on;y hope and pray that his stepmother can complete all of his chores on time.

Heya! Thank you for reading this story. I almost spend all night working on this so any support and criticism would be appreciated! Once again thank you for reading have a nice rest of your day/night

Yours truly, Writer of the west 💚

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Letter 11: 🐯 Let’s Play! 🐯

A letter arrives in the mail. It looks so regal, the banner across the top in the colors of sunset, and shadows of animals parading across the margins. In contrast to how fancy the letterhead is, the penmanship is far sloppier, like that of a grade school child. The sender tried to provide clean, legible words, only for them to smear slightly in his excitement.

There is a crayon drawing secured to the letter, depicting a clear blue sky with a yellow ball and a rainbow above. Basking under the sunshine are several blobby, humanoid figures. A small boy with fiery hair and wide brown eyes is in the center, holding the hands of two taller characters--one resembling his coloration, the other with chocolate hair and jungle green eyes cut with a scar. All of the characters fear lion ears and tails, and are smiling goofily.

***Spoilers for chapters 2 and 4!***

Oji-tan!!

I miss you already~~~~!! Why’d you have to go back to school so soooon? The palace seems so empty without you. Hearing your voice over the phone just isn’t the same (I always seem to call at a bad time anyway, and you try to hang up super fast!).

I wish winter break was way longer so we could play more! We could wrestle and play tag and just watch the clouds go by if we’re too tired for other stuff. Sure, it’s fun to play with Papa and Mama, but... It’s even more fun when everyone can be together!

Don’t you ever get lonely without me, Oji-tan? Maybe you aren’t? Because I remember you had lots and lots of friends! There was Mister Hyena, and Mister Wolf... Heartie and Upside Down Heartie, too! And the kitty with the ribbon and his nice owner! They were watching over you when you seemed hurt. They must all really care about you a lot, just like I do!

I bet it’d be really fun if I joined Oji-tan’s friends for a game or two! I’ll sneak away and pay you another visit soon so we can do that! I’m getting better and better at dodging my caretakers every day! It makes them get kinda upset with me, but... I’d rather come see Uncle Leona, so I’ll take the scolding!

We can do lots of things together! Like, like!! You can show me around your school. It’s so much larger than mine, and there’s lots of big kids around! I heard from Papa that your school has buildings under the sea, and a big rose garden, and lots of castles! I wanna see them all, and I wanna see how many other friends you’ve got hidden from me~

You can also show me how to play Magift! I’ve always wanted to try it so I can be like Oji-tan! Papa says it’s a dangerous sport for a kid like me, so he won’t let me play... But I’m not a kid! ... Well, maybe I am, but I’ll be grown up before you know it, you’ll see!! Someday, I’ll graduate from watching to playing Magift myself, so Uncle and I can fly on the same field! Promise you’ll teach me the next time I visit, okay? Okay!!

I don’t know when I’ll be able to sneak out next, so it’ll be a surprise! You’ll know it when I do, cuz I’ll show off my big roar! I’ve been practicing every day in front of the mirror, and in front of my friends. I’ll scare even Papa and Oji-tan Leona with my roar once it’s perfect!

Hehe. I bet you’re shaking just thinking of it, huh, Oji-tan? You’d better be prepared! 

Love you lots,

🐯 Cheka Kingscholar 🐯

... You realize the mail delivery ghost must have delivered the letter to the wrong recipient. Better make a trip to Savanaclaw to drop it off to the right person!

[strawberry--bride]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [MANIAC 07]

Location: Outside ;; Route to School

Sharon: ( Lately I’ve bonded with a stray kitten hanging around these parts. )

( Today I brought some leftover chicken from last night’s dinner with me. )

( I’m sure the little guy will be thrilled! )

She looks around.

Kitty! Where are you?

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...Hm?

*Meooow*

Sharon: Ah! There you are! I’ve got a treat for you today!

She puts down a little container with some cooked chicken breast.

Sharon: Gobble up!

*Meooow*

The cat seems somewhat distressed, pawing at its neck.

Sharon: Huh...? What’s that...?

( There seems to be something tied around his neck? It’s not a collar, is it...? )

( ...Ah! There’s a slip of paper attached to it! )

*Flip*

Sharon: A letter...?

She carefully opens the envelope, pulling a piece of paper from inside.

Sharon: ‘Dear Nozomi’...

...!!

H-How...!?

She continues reading.

Sharon: This is...

Monologue

The letter was not signed,

yet it must have been from someone who knew me quite well.

Not only were they aware of my current circumstances,

living at the Sakamaki manor.

They also seemed well informed on the brothers’ true identity.

As well as the way I was being treated as their prey.

However, the thing what shocked me the most,

was not the letter itself.

Inside the envelope was one other thing.

A picture of a woman who I immediately recognized as my mother,

holding a newborn baby in her arms.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Sharon’s Room

*Flip*

Sharon: This baby...is me, right?

( How...? )

( Who is this person and where did they get all this information? )

( I thought all of my family pictures were confiscated by the orphanage. )

( I only barely managed to sneak one with me by hiding it between the pages of mom’s recipe book. )

( So how did they...? )

( Is this someone from the orphanage? )

( Or perhaps...Someone who knew my parents? )

She grabs the letter.

Sharon: ...’If you wish to free yourself from the clutches of those monsters, meet me at the park tomorrow morning at 7 AM.’

She glances at the clock.

Sharon: There’s still a couple of hours left...

( What should I do...? )

( This person might know more about my past. )

( About me and my parents... )

( They’re even willing to help me gain back a normal life! )

( However... )

Monsters...

A flashback ensues.

Subaru: ...I guess you understand now why I said they don’t suit me either.

...I’m nothin’ but a monster after all.

The flashback ends.

Sharon: ...

( No... )

( They’re not moーー )

*CRASH*

Sharon: ...!!

*SHATTER*

*THUD*

Sharon: W-What’s happening...!? It’s coming from downstairs, right...!?

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Living Room

Sharon: ...W-What happened here...!?

( It looks like a bomb exploded... )

Ayato: What do you think!? That idiot Subaru went totally apeshit again!

Kanato: Honestly...I wish he would grow up already. It is so childish to take out your anger on your surroundings. Right, Teddy?

Laito: Nfu~ I’m not sure if you’re in any position to criticize him for that, Kanato-kun~ 

Kanato: ...Shut up.

Shuu: My ears are still ringing...Haahー I was having such a nice nap as well...

Reiji: Good grief...I don’t even want to think about how much it will cost to get everything repaired.

Sharon: Um...I’m sure Subaru-kun didn’t do this without a reason though, right?

What made him so upset?

Laito: I’m sure he went to the castle again~

Sharon: The castle...?

Kanato: In other words, our home.

Reiji: The Sakamaki castle in the Demon World is where we were all born and raised.

Ayato: It’s also where that crazy old hag is bein’ locked up.

Sharon: Eh?

Reiji: Subaru’s mother. She developed some mental issues shortly after his birth and has not been allowed outside of the castle. 

He does go to visit her every now and then. 

Shuu: ...Last time he destroyed the kitchen, right?

Reiji: Do not remind me. Whenever he returns from the castle, he is even more destructive than usual.

Sharon: ( I wonder if something happened between him and his mother...? )

( When he briefly mentioned her to me before, he looked somewhat sad as well. )

Sharon: I...I’ll go talk to him!

Ayato: Haah!? Ichigo Pantsu, I’ve always known you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were suicidal too.

Laito: Ayato-kun’s right, Ichigo-chan~ Going to meet Subaru-kun now is basically asking for trouble. 

Reiji: I would highly advise against it as well. 

Shuu: Besides, what will you do anyway? When he’s like that, nobody or nothing can calm him down. Don’t even bother.

Sharon: But...!

( They’re absolutely right. )

( There’s nothing a human like myself could do. I barely even know his situation. )

( However, even if this is meddling with someone else’s affairs, I can’t just leave him be either. )

Sharon: ...

She dashes off.

Reiji: Haah...I suppose I will start tidying the place up. 

Ayato: Pwaah...Imma go hit the hay.

Laito: Agreed~ I need my beauty sleep after all.

Kanato: It’s time for Teddy and I to have our late-night snack. Fufu...Say, Teddy? What would you like to eat today? Cookies? Marshmallows? Oh! Some chocolate sounds nice too.

Shuu: I’m going back to sleep as well. ...See you.

Reiji: Halt! Nobody is going to bed before this mess has been taken care of. ーー In other words, you four are helping out as well!

Monologue

When I see someone suffering in front of me,

I cannot help but want to help them. 

Some may call that kindness,

others hypocricy. 

Either way, my feet naturally brought me to Subaru-kun’s room.

I do not know what kind of pain or trauma he carries inside his heart,

but the sadness in his eyes back then was most definitely real.

I once had nobody to comfort me when I needed it the most,

so the least I can do right now,

is to ensure Subaru-kun does not have to suffer alone.

ーー MANIAC 07: END ーー

<- [ Maniac 06 ] [ Maniac 08 ] ->

[braiawrites]

Lost & Found - Chapter 3

Summary: A messenger fills Jude and Madoc in on important news. Jude and the cat pay a visit to the palace. || Inspired by this prompt by @newblood-freya

Words: 3188

Rating: T

Warnings: Brief description of a murder in the first section.

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Prompt by newblood-freya

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A/N: So I thought writing a multi-chapter would be much easier once I had a solid plot laid out but when I tell you I was dragging words out by my teeth—yeah, I'm not super happy with this chapter but it's here and technically I had it finished in time, just not posted so uh. Good for me? Yeah I'll shut up now, here's chapter 3.

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Dead. One of the princes was dead.

Jude stood stock still for a long moment, the shock on her face palpable as the words echoed in her mind.

Prince Dain was dead. Did that mean Cardan was, too?

Finally, she swallowed and took a shaky breath. “Prince Dain is dead?"

“Did you not know?” Madoc’s voice was heavy, his eyes sharp.

“No,” Jude gasped. “No, I–no. I thought this was about Cardan. I thought—I don’t know what, exactly, but not this.”

Madoc ran a large hand over his jaw, and then—

“Sit.” He gestured to one of the chairs set along the wall. “You might as well stay to hear the rest.”

She nodded numbly, hesitating before turning to the chair. The cat was standing next to her, black fur fluffed up and small body trembling, his eyes fixed on her foster father. He seemed as horrified as she felt.

“Your guest can stay as well,” Madoc said, tilting his head curiously at the cat. “We will talk about keeping pets later.”

With a nod, she scooped him up as she moved to sit down, tucking the trembling form into herself. She wanted to murmur comforts into his soft black fluff—as much for him as for herself, she suspected—but with Madoc and the messenger looking on, she settled for soothingly stroking the length of his back.

Madoc turned his attention to the messenger boy. “Report,” he instructed, like the boy were one of his soldiers.

He certainly reacted like one, his spine straightening and his chin lifting as he snapped his liquid gaze up to Madoc’s.

Jude didn’t blame him. The old redcap could have that effect.

“Prince Dain never returned to his quarters yesterday,” the imp said. “He was found by a librarian this evening in the royal lineage section, propped against the shelf and—” the imp paused, looking slightly sick, “and with his throat slit.”

“Any other injuries?” Madoc’s voice was cool and steady, as though he were asking about the weather, not the murder of a prince.

“I didn’t—I don’t know, sir. I didn’t see the body.”

At the general’s displeased grunt, the boy rushed to add, “But—at the time of my departure, they were just going to fetch a royal physician. They’ll have the report by now, I’m sure.”

“Hmph,” Madoc responded. “I’ll just have to go and find out for myself. Dismissed.”

As the imp bowed and turned to leave, Jude found herself blurting, “Wait!” the word coming out before she had a chance to think better of it.

The imp halted, glancing first at Madoc, who shrugged, and then at her.

“What about Prince Cardan?” she asked. “Has there been any news of him?”

The cat on her lap stirred slightly, his paws kneading into her legs at the mention of the disfavoured prince’s name.

“Not to my knowledge,” the boy said, shaking his head, and Jude felt her heart drop.

She nodded her thanks as the messenger bowed again and left, not trusting herself to speak through the tightening of her throat or the worry washing through her. For all he’d done to her, for all that he was her worst enemy, she never would have wished him dead.

Madoc’s commanding rumble broke through her fear. “Go and have the stablehands prepare me a mount,” he said. His eyes glared into hers as he repeated, “One mount.”

“I’m not—” Jude started, her fists clenching, but she swallowed her protest. There was no point in saying anything—he’d already made it clear that he wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Fine,” she said instead, and gathered her cat up as she left.

~ ~ ~

Jude did not go to the stables, but instead marched straight to her room, the heels of her boots clicking on the wooden floors. She caught a servant along the way to demand a mount be made ready for Madoc, and then set about preparing for her own trip to the palace.

As she strapped her sword belt to her waist and hid daggers under her sleeves, she kept glancing sidelong at the little cat pacing her floor. His tail lashed viciously with each step, his eyes bright. He must sense her own agitation.

“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I’m just worried. But I’m not staying home until Madoc brings word. For all I know, he’ll leave out all of the most important details to keep me from getting involved.” She scowled. “I’m not a child anymore. And I’m going to find out what happened to Cardan.”

The cat meowed and when she glanced over he met her eyes full on with his own amber bright glare. She could have sworn he’d sounded annoyed as she glared back at him, trying not to let her unnerve show. It wasn’t natural how human he seemed sometimes.

With a deep, steadying breath, she strapped the last sheath to her thigh and double checked the blade before sliding it into place.

She glanced at her cat again. “Are you coming?”

He mewed and clambered up her clothes, his claws pricking her skin.

“I swear you do that on purpose,” she grumbled as she checked out her window.

In the distance, Madoc was galloping astride a dark horse, almost at the edge of the Milkwood. By the time she had a mount saddled, he would be too far ahead to notice her.

With the cat slunk over her shoulders like a warm scarf, she made her way down to the stables and chose a light-footed creature reminiscent of a reindeer with glassy eyes and long fangs on either side of its mouth.

She made good time through the woods, her mount swift and smooth as it dodged trees and leapt fallen logs. The cat perched on the saddle before her, little face upturned in the wind, eyes slitted in pleasure, and Jude would have joined him had there not been a knot in her stomach at the possibility of Cardan being dead.

When the palace of Elfhame came into view, she pulled her mount to a stop and left it to graze out of view. Though it would have been quicker, coming careening up to the castle on the back of a fanged reindeer would be far from inconspicuous.

She continued on foot, the cat riding on her shoulders once again until they neared the base of the hill where the entrance was hidden by humming magic.

Two guards stood watch today, a precaution to keep unwanted visitors out after the news of Prince Dain’s murder. She had planned to enter quietly, but that may be impossible now.

As Jude drew closer, the guards moved in unison, drawing their weapons.

“What business do you have at the palace?" the taller of the two asked.

Jude lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. “I’m here with General Madoc,” she declared, to which the shorter guard snickered.

“Sure you are, mortal.”

The taller one shook her head. “The general specifically stated that he came alone.”

Jude fought the urge to clench her fists as the guards remained unmoving. “I need to see him,” she tried, “it’s important.”

“There’s nothing we can do about that,” the short guard drawled. “No one’s allowed in or out without explicit orders.”

The taller one shrugged apologetically. “Sorry. We can take a message, if you like.”

Jude shook her head, already turning away with a mumbled excuse, when her cat leapt off her shoulder and disappeared into the hill.

“Hey!” she called after him, moving to follow, but the guards stepped in front of her.

“You can’t go in.”

“But my cat—”

“You live in the general’s household?” the taller guard asked.

“Yes.”

“We’ll make sure the cat gets sent back with him if we see it again.”

She ground her teeth but nodded. “Fine. Guess I’m leaving then.”

“Guess you are,” the shorter guard challenged.

She fought the urge to say something smart back, or draw her sword on him, and instead walked around the hill.

“Where are you going now?” one of the guards called.

Nosy, she thought, but yelled back, “Visiting a friend,” and rounded the base of the hill until she was out of their view.

There had to be another way in, and so long as there was one, she would find it. She paced a half circle around the side of the hill opposite the guards, searching for another illusioned entrance or tunnel, a servants’ door—nothing.

Jude was just about to give up when she heard a triumphant, “Mrrrow!” from somewhere above. It was her cat, his little black head poking out an open window halfway up the hill.

“You genius little kitty!” she praised him, jogging up the sloping earth and climbing through the round window. As she eased the wood-bordered glass pane shut again, she whispered, “I didn’t even know these opened.”

The cat purred, looking decidedly smug, and Jude marvelled again at his strangeness.

“You don’t happen to know the way to the dungeons too, do you?” she asked, half jokingly.

He chirped and wound around her leg before trotting out of the room.

~ ~ ~

Jude entered the dungeons on quiet feet, trailing after the little black cat. The moment his paws touched the cold stone he yelped and leapt back onto her shoulders, his claws digging in.

“Spoiled rotten,” she accused him. “You have twice as many legs as me, you know. If anything you should be the one doing the carrying.”

She could have sworn he stuck his tongue out at her in response, or maybe it was just a coincidence, so she blew in his face.

The dungeon was mostly empty, with the few cells that were filled being deeper down. She supposed crimes weren’t oft committed in a land were a forceful promise was binding. Or, Jude thought as her eyes caught on an executioner’s sword mounted on the wall, maybe there was a darker reason.

She tried not to shiver in the damp air as she stalked past rows of cells, her eyes scanning the shadows for a pixie girl in a gown fit for a revel.

When at last she stopped before a small figure in a dirty gown, the cat sprung from her shoulders to stand, hissing and hackles raised, before the bars.

Behind the bars, the pixie sat up from where she was lounging on her straw palette, a laugh spilling from her lips, bitter and grating to Jude’s ears.

“Well, hello again,” the prisoner smirked, ruby red eyes flashing in the low light. “It looks like you came back to find me. You miss me that much?”

Jude tried to hide the confusion swirling inside her as she picked up her yowling cat. “We’ve never met,” she stated, to which the pixie laughed again.

“Not everything’s about you, love.” Her eyes locked on the cat as she jerked her chin at it. “Cat bring you here?”

Jude frowned. “Leave him out of it.”

“Alright, if you insist,” she shrugged. “So what do you want? Because as much as I’d like to think you came just to visit, I find it hard to believe you would appreciate my company so much—especially since we’ve never met.”

Jude shifted. She hadn’t thought about what she was going to actually say once she got here—ask nicely for the return of the prince? Grab the prisoner through the bars and shake her? Instead, Jude steeled herself and dove straight in, barrelling through both tact and diplomacy in one fell swoop.

“I have questions.”

“And what makes you think I have answers?”

“I already know you’re connected to Cardan’s disappearance,” she said, stepping closer, “and you’re going to tell me where he is.”

“Oh?” Red brows lifted over honey gold skin as the prisoner regarded Jude with some interest. “Am I now?”

“Yes, you are.” Jude ground the words out through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to lay her hand on her sword hilt as the pixie seemingly considered her options. Finally, she leaned back on her straw palette like it was the most comfortable bed in the world.

“No.” Her tone was flat, void of emotion, but there was a flicker of something—anger? Regret?—behind her eyes.

“I’m not asking,” Jude said, meeting the pixie’s glare.

“Oh, but I think you are. What else are you going to do? Threaten me? I’m already behind bars, darling, and you snuck in here. As soon as I called for a guard, you’d have to run, or risk being caught.”

Jude thought about bluffing or lying her way out of the trap, but curiosity got the better of her.

“How did you know I snuck in?”

“I didn’t, for sure, until just now,” the pixie responded, and Jude cursed herself for her stupidity. “I’d guessed it, because you have no uniform and no keys, and because no one ever enters from that direction.” She gestured down the hall where Jude had come from minutes prior. “And because the castle already came to see me today.”

At Jude’s frown, the girl elaborated with a roll of her eyes.

“They come down here every single day to ask me if I’m ready to tell them what I did with our dearest Prince Cardan, and every single day I tell them no, I’m not ready, I’m still literally unable to talk about anything I’ve done EVEN IF I WANTED TO, because I’m under a damn OATH!”

She threw her hands up in frustration before covering her face with her arms, huffing a sigh before continuing. “And then they walk away and tell me well then, no food until you’re ready to talk, and I always scream my worst insults at them as they leave, which I have to admit makes me feel just a teeny bit better.”

She sat up and met Jude’s eyes with a shrug. “I mean, it’s not nice of me, but I think I deserve it after all this.” She gestured to the mildew damp walls and bounced a bit on the creaky bed.

A pang of sympathy wormed its way into Jude’s heart, but she shut it out.

“How are you not dead?” she asked. “You have to have said something or you’d have starved by now.”

The girl laughed again. “Oh, but that’s the beauty of it! See, this cell is enchanted specially by High King Eldred himself.” Her eyes flashed and her smile faltered, so momentarily Jude could almost have been convinced it didn’t happen. Almost.

“Once you step inside, you can feel as hungry or as thirsty as you like, but you’ll never die from it. It’s a special kind of torture,” the pixie grimaced.

Jude swallowed the pity rising in her throat and lifted her chin. “Well, you probably deserved it. You’re a murderer afterall.”

“I—” the girl began to protest, but she stopped before she could say anymore. A moment passed before she coughed.

“Like I said, I can’t tell you anything about what I’ve done, but I can tell you that if I had been given a choice, I wouldn’t have gone after Cardan.”

“And Dain?”

“Dain?” the pixie echoed. “What about him?”

“They found him murdered this evening. Did you go after him?”

“What?” If the look of utter shock on the pixie’s face hadn’t convinced Jude, her next words did: “I didn’t kill Dain. You know I can’t lie, so you believe me, right? You know I’m telling the truth.”

Slowly, Jude nodded. “I believe you.”

“Listen: I can’t tell you what I did to Cardan, or why, or who I work for, but I can tell you this,” the pixie said, moving to stand by the bars.

“Desires sometimes take unexpected forms, but chasing them does no good when they’re already within your grasp. Cardan is closer than you think, but there is a power that will always hunger, and if you don’t stop it soon, it’ll devour not only your prince, but the rest of Faerie as well.”

Silence fell over the jail like a blanket, disturbed only by the drip, drip, drip of water.

Finally, the prisoner raised red brows. “So?”

“Thank you so much, that was so helpful and I now know everything,” Jude declared flatly.

The pixie girl sighed and propped her fists on the soiled waist of her gown. “You can be sarcastic all you want, babe, but I swear, that was as much as I can tell you—you know, binding oath and all? I mean, have you not been listening this entire conversation?”

The cat on her shoulder mewed and Jude glared at him sidelong.

“Whose side are you on?” she huffed, to which he meowed again and lashed his tail.

“Alright, fine.” Jude pressed her lips into a thin line as she turned back to face the girl in the cell. “I’ll figure it out myself.”

With the cat on her shoulder, Jude stalked out of the palace the same way she’d come in.

~ ~ ~

Cardan sat on the windowsill of Jude’s room, watching as the sun began to creep above the horizon, painting the sky in the golden light of dawn. Behind him, Jude was deep in slumber, snoring softly into her pillow, but with everything that had happened today, he couldn’t sleep.

Dain was gone and the palace was in shambles—he’d seen as much when he’d slipped inside. Guards had been everywhere, servants carrying cleaning supplies milled about, and curious courtiers had drifted through the halls, trying to catch a glimpse of what had happened.

When he’d passed by the library, Cardan had paused, resisting the urge to enter. When he breathed in, he’d nearly vomited.

Scents were much stronger to his cat nose, and through the must of old books and scrolls, beneath the scent of centuries of dust, he had smelled the cooling blood of his brother as it seeped into the carpets. It had taken all his willpower not to collapse in his sorrow.

The blankets rustled from inside the room and Jude’s groggy voice reached his ears.

“Kitty? What’re you doin’?”

He glanced at her over his shoulder and gave her a soft mrrm of amusement. Her hair was escaping its braid and dried drool had left a trail down her cheek.

“Come here, kitty,” she crooned, patting the blankets, and Cardan complied, slinking across the room to curl up in the curve of her arm.

Jude’s fingers played in the fluff around his neck and he couldn’t help but purr into the silence. He’d always been disgusted by how much he craved her touch, but he’d discovered of late that her fingers scratching his jaw or playing with his fur was one of his favourite things. He blamed Pellia’s cat curse.

They stayed that way for a long while, Jude stroking his fluff and his purrs warming the ever-lightening room.

When he twisted his face up to look at her, she brushed a kiss to his nose before settling into her pillows and pulling him closer. If cats could blush, he would have been bright pink.

“Sleep tight, kitty,” Jude whispered. “You’re safe here.”

And Cardan knew she was right.

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