#also has anyone drawn Serun because I desperately want to see what people think this short they/them demon might look like

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (13)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Thirteen Roses - Thirteen

Word Count: +800

Secret admirer / Eternal friendship

“MC!” The small demon ran up to you.

“Hey, Serun, what’s up?”

Serun thrusted a bouquet of coral-colored roses towards you. “Delivery for the most popular human on campus.”

“You didn’t really need to add that last part.” Solomon sighed in response to Serun’s slight. He wasn’t going to deny that you had quite the growing fanbase, while his popularity had dipped, especially after he snuck homemade cookies into the last bake sale – which really confounded him. If anything, his baking should have made him more popular, right? No.

“Sorry, Solomon, but adding that was part of my delivery instructions. Can’t be helped.” Serun shrugged with a smirk. “Anyway, I have mail to pick up, so I’ll see you two around.”

“Thanks, Serun. Take care!” you added as Serun sped off down the foot path. You felt kind of bad for them; you were just relaxing in the RAD courtyard, so you might have been hard to find. The poor demon had a rough job. Maybe you should bake something for them? Anything but cookies. They were an unfortunate victim of Solomon’s bake sale debacle. The mail was slow for two days while they recovered; no replacement could do the job like they could.

The sweet scent of the roses wafted up to you on the breeze. You looked down to examine them closer: thirteen vibrant coral roses – somewhere between a deep pink and orange. They were gorgeous. A small card was attached to a ribbon tied around the thin vase; hoping to figure out who had sent them, you flipped it over. Unfortunately, the only thing on the card was a short message: “Meet me at Madam Scream’s at 3pm <3.”

Whoever it was, they were really putting the “secret” in secret admirer – although, thirteen roses could also mean eternal friendship. However, since coral was a symbol of desire, you were leaning towards the former. Solomon peered over your shoulder, reading the note as he did.

“Secret admirer, huh?” Solomon nudged you.

“Or someone wants to be friends,” you corrected him, suddenly flustered by the accusation. “I wonder who it is.”

“Well, there are thirteen roses here. Maybe it’s from Thirteen? Although that might be too on the nose.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out.”

“Should I tag along – just in case?” Solomon asked – a tinge jealous that someone was accosting his adorable apprentice for a date.

“Nah~” you waved off his concern, “I’ll be fine.”

It was unexpectedly embarrassing having people eyeing the roses – and consequently, you –all day. You might as well have carried around a sign saying, “someone likes me.” Luckily, you had just enough time to drop the roses off safely at home before heading to Madam Scream’s. You would have teleported them home earlier, but you didn’t want to risk breaking the vase or damaging such pretty roses in the process.

When you arrived at the bakery, you recognized the characteristic bi-flag-colored hair. Thirteen was waiting for you with a pensive look on her face, anxiously hoping for your arrival. Maybe I should have just signed the card, she thought. Her face brightened immediately when she spotted you.

“You got my flowers?” She beamed at you.

“Thank you, Thirteen. That was so sweet.”

“Well, let’s see if I can be a little sweeter. Order anything you want. I’m paying.”

“For real? You’re the best, Thirteen!”

“Don’t I know it? Oh, but feel free to pile on the praise.” Thirteen laughed and took your arm to guide you towards the counter.

With your sweets and drinks acquired, you and Thirteen took a seat at a quiet table in the corner of the shop. You sipped at your drink, and Thirteen eyed you affectionately. She sighed. “Ugh, honestly. When I heard about this whole rose thing these guys have going on, I couldn’t believe how stupid and competitive they were all being. Still, I couldn’t let them have all the fun. I had to get in on it.”

“You’re pretty competitive, yourself, you know?” You glanced up at her. She feigned offense, placing her hand over her chest.

“Only when I care about something.” Thirteen winked at you.

Okay, so she definitely meant “secret admirer” when she sent the roses, right?

Thirteen was her typical, fawning, affectionate self throughout the date. She even insisted upon walking you home afterward. Her arm linked with yours half-way through, which was particularly useful when you arrived at your door, and she was reluctant to let you go. You felt her grip tighten briefly before she finally loosened her hold.

“Thank you for everything today.” You smiled and turned your back to the door to face her.

Thirteen leaned in, sending you into immediate panic in the hopes that she might kiss you. Instead, she inched closer to your ear and spoke low and sweet, “I know I said it with the roses already, but I want to be clear: don’t overlook me, sweetheart. I adore you, too.”

Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)