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mitsuyeaah · 2 years ago

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DEVIL IN DISGUISE

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“he lies, he bluffs, he’s unpredictable. he is a sucker with a gun, a bad boy with a tainted heart, a villain by the devil’s law.”

cw: sugar daddy!sanzu, law student!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, implied age gap (late twenties sanzu, early twenties reader), bdsm (gunplay, restraint, blindfold), rough unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, cum swallowing), alcohol use (brief), mentions of smoking, mentions of drug use, swearing, pet names (pretty girl, princess, baby), degradation

word count: 11k

a/n: my piece for The #SugarDaddyCollab event by @sleepysnk !! © divider: anlian-aishang

The loud bass of the music reverberated throughout your body, the bouncing strobe lights of the dimly lit club making it hard to navigate through, especially with the sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

You adjusted the black masquerade mask that rested on your nose that partially hid the top part of your face—except your eyes—before reaching for the tray full of alcoholic beverages that were in various interesting colours.

“Oh, I’ll take those. Manager told me she wanted you to specifically serve a private VIP room today, the Golden Room. Quickly! You have to be there before our clients.” Your co-worker swiftly took the tray full of drinks, ushering you away before hastily leaving, her short figure blending in amongst the crowd of people until she was nowhere to be seen.

The Golden Room. It was the most expensive private VIP room that the club had to offer as it had its own floor at the very top of the building, overlooking the bustling nightlife of Roppongi. The private room had its exclusive DJ and mini-bar that catered to the client’s needs—and only their needs—along with a personal server, which was you for tonight.

For the past few months that you’ve been working at this club, you have never been asked to serve one of the private VIP rooms, let alone the most expensive one. You were always down at the main floor serving drinks, blending in with the huge crowd that never seemed to die down, even at early hours of the morning.

Trying to make yourself presentable, you hastily made your way to the main elevators to get to the top floor. In all honesty, you were quite nervous about this, not only was it your first time being a personal server, but it was also because you knew that the clients had money, a lot of money, so you couldn’t afford to be fucking up your job any time soon.

After passing all the other floors in the building, the elevator dinged and its doors slid open to reveal an exquisite room, as expected. You finally knew why it was called the Golden Room, this private space had accents of gold everywhere, from the chandelier down to its marbled floor, it also housed a spacious balcony that overlooked the teeming city down below, this section of the club was so high up that you swore you could almost reach the dark clouds above.

Thankfully, the said clients still weren’t there which gave you ample amounts of time to calm yourself down and be at your best behaviour, you couldn’t afford to lose this job due to a simple mistake.

There were only three people in the room at the moment, you, the bartender who already worked on drinks, and the DJ who was busy fiddling with his controllers, music already coming out of the speakers.

You stood by the mini-bar, waiting for the patrons to walk in so you could warmly welcome them.

The elevator door dinged, revealing a lone man standing inside it. He was fairly tall, rosy pink hair that ended in a long mullet, noticeable scars on either corners of his lips, and deep turquoise eyes that complimented his prominent thick lashes.

The man strutted in, sporting a striped navy blue three-piece suit and a white button up, your eyes followed him as he sat in the middle of the long leather couch that rested against the wall, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on the backrest, his aquamarine gaze already on you.

That’s it? That’s our client? Just him? Questions ran through your mind as no other person walked out from the elevator, just the pink-haired man, all alone.

You realised he must’ve had a shit ton of money to be booking the most extravagant room that this club had to offer, all for himself. Goddamn, rich people really are something else, you thought.

It was awkward.

The pink-haired man stared at you and didn’t even bother hiding it, you felt small under his intense gaze, also making you conscious about the black strapless latex top you were wearing. You shifted uncomfortably, he was still staring at you but that was when you remembered you completely forgot to greet him.

Oh shit. You were too distracted admiring the patron.

Your eyes widened a bit at the realisation, embarrassment slowly engulfing your body as you tried to take long confident strides toward the man, black thigh high boots clicking against the gold-accented marbled floor with every step you took. You plastered a warm smile, standing in front of the patron before introducing yourself and warmly welcoming him.

Well done, already fucking up the job, you thought, but the turquoise-eyed man let out a small chuckle, his voice deep but smooth like velvet, “Aren’t you cute?” He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk forming upon his pink lips. It was a bit hard not to stare at the scar that decorated his face, but you tried your best not to shift your gaze downward, not even the slightest bit.

You let out a shy laugh, “Thank you, I’ll be your personal server for tonight. If you need anything, I’ll be over there, at the mini-bar.” You couldn’t care less about his little compliment, you’ve heard the varieties of it, coming from different types of men that you had previously served.

It was common sense to expect some customers—if not all—to act this way toward the servers, and it honestly sickened you how some men could think that it was okay to talk to women like this. Yes, you and your co-workers were employees of a club but that didn’t give them the liberty to say and do anything they wanted.

After all, you guys were just trying to make a living. The least customers could do was extend their respect to mere club employees.

As you walked back to the mini-bar, you swore you could feel his burning gaze on you but you shook it off and ignored it, after all, he was just like any other man you’ve interacted with in this club.

“Whiskey, on the rocks.” He signalled the bartender behind you before pulling something out from his pocket, you didn’t know what it was but he was writing something, not that you cared.

Shortly after, the bartender set a lowball glass on the tray, the translucent coppery liquid modestly filling the glass, complemented with ice. You grabbed the tray and made your way over to the man situated on the sofa, neatly setting the cold drink before him.

“Sanzu.” The rosy-haired man spoke up from where he sat, pocketing whatever he was writing on and leaned forward to reach for the drink, “Hm?” You blinked at him, unsure what to reply, eyes wide and giving him a curious look

“Name ‘s Sanzu.” “Oh, alrigh—” “Why don’t you come hang out with me a little, hm?” Sanzu cut you off, an expectant look forming in his pretty aquamarine eyes. You awkwardly looked around as if there was someone you could ask for permission, but nonetheless, you hesitantly made your way over to him.

You sat next to him, knees touching together and arms neatly folded on your lap as if you were getting a formal photograph taken. There was ample room between the two of you, although it looked awkward, you decided it would be more awkward if you had sat next to Sanzu so closely, given the fact that you didn’t even know this man and he was a patron.

“I’m not really sure if this is professional. It’s protocol that I am not to sit with any pat—” “It’s completely fine, I personally know the people who own this club.” Sanzu slung one arm on the back rest while the other held the whiskey, bringing it up to his lips.

All you could do was nod, clearly, there was nothing else you could argue about.

Sanzu set the empty glass on the table and shifted his whole body to face you, “Tell me… what’s a pretty girl like you working at a club like this? That glint in your eyes screams innocence.” He lifted the slender hand that rested on the backrest and brought it up to your black mask, tracing each intricate design that decorated it.

His hand ventured further to one side of your face, reaching for the satin bow behind your head that secured the mask, his slender fingers tangling with the loops of the bow before pulling at the loose end, causing your mask to fall on your lap.

How exquisite. Sanzu keenly tilted his head to the side, turquoise eyes brimming with such interest.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl.” A saccharine smile formed on his scarred lips. You snapped out of your trance, blinking up at him, “Oh, uh, ‘m just here to pay my bills and student loan…” you whispered, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh? And does this club pay you enough to do so?”

It didn’t. Your pay was just enough to get you through each week but you were practically scraping through, most of your meals were from the convenience store and there were times where you didn’t bring any lunch to eat in between your lectures due to your financial situation. It also didn’t help the fact that the weekly allowance from your parents all went to the dorm you rented.

Your parents weren’t white-collar workers like the customers you encountered in this club, they walked with confidence, swiping their cards left and right without a care in the world. Their wrists and neck decorated with heavy and expensive accessories while also donning luxury brands from head-to-toe that were probably expensive enough to pay for at least half of—if not more than—your tuition fee.

You assumed Sanzu was a white-collar worker, seeing the way he strutted into the room earlier, like he owned it, and the way he was neatly dressed and not a single wrinkle on his expensive suit. You also noticed the shiny watch he sported on his left wrist, glimmering under the lights.

“No.” You simply answered, gaze fixed on your hands that were slowly balling into fists.

Where was this conversation even going? You thought.

Was he here to degrade and make fun of your social status? Mock you because you weren’t in the same tax bracket? Flaunt his dirty money in your face? You’ve encountered this many times with other customers, belittling your very existence because of a simple mistake you’ve made.

It never bothered you these days like it did when you first encountered it, you remember crying on the toilet as you replayed the scene of a customer yelling harsh words at you, it didn’t help that they were also quite intoxicated. You were used to it by now but it was tiring, you didn’t need strangers telling you left and right that you weren’t like them.

“What if I tell you I could pay you more? Much more than your job can.”

You met his gaze, brows furrowing as you were confused about what this whole conversation was about. God, was he a businessman wanting to recruit employees? If he was, then this is highly unprofessional, you thought.

“I don’t quite follow…?”

Sanzu just gave you a small chuckle before pulling something out from his pocket and handing it to you, “If you decide you’re too good for this environment, I’m just a call away.” He stood up and made his way towards the elevator, bidding goodbye to the DJ, bartender and you.

He gave you one last smile before the elevator doors shut in front of him, and just like that, Sanzu was gone.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding ever since you entered this room and looked down at the folded piece of paper on your lap. With curiosity, you opened the paper, ‘I’m just getting started’ it wrote, with his number in red ink. You were about to shove it into your pocket until you noticed another paper behind it, your eyes widened.

It was a cheque. Was this what he was writing earlier?

Haruchiyo Sanzu, it stated on the top left corner, but what shocked you the most was the amount ordered to pay you, it was clearly more than what you made in your part-time job and was enough to get you through the week, more than a week, even.

How could Sanzu just give you this much money without batting an eye? Let alone a stranger he had just met. Was he crazy? But then your mind wandered back to the sentence on the other piece of paper, ‘I’m just getting started.’ Did that indicate he was able to give you more?

Surely not.

Boy, were you wrong. You contemplated for days on end whether to call Sanzu or not, it was very tempting but what if he was just bluffing? You knew he wasn’t, you went to the bank a few days ago to check if the cheque was fake or not, and to your surprise, it wasn’t fake. It had the exact amount of money stated on it.

A few weeks had passed when you finally decided to call Sanzu’s number due to the growing desperation for financial aid, you tried your best to rely on yourself and the part-time job at the club but it just wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed what Sanzu was offering.

You were a bit hesitant to call him since you didn’t know if his offer still stood even after quite a period of time but you were desperate, and plus, it didn’t hurt to try. If he didn’t pick up then you’d have to suck it up and find other ways to support your living, even if it meant bending your back.

To your surprise, Sanzu did pick up, rather quickly, even.

Little did you know that this call was the pivoting point of your life, where you could finally say goodbye to your old lifestyle and welcome a new one you have never experienced before.

Upon meeting up with Sanzu, he had come clean about his intentions and how he was going to provide you anything and everything you ever wanted in exchange for company and sexual favours, and nothing else. A sugar daddy. You knew the offer was too good to not involve some kind of physical factors, but it wasn’t like you were new to sex.

Yes, others might view it as dirty and disrespectful to one’s self that they would simply let an older man ask them for sexual favours in return for the lavish lifestyle, but life was never butterflies and rainbows, life was harsh and as much as you’d hate to admit it, only the richest could survive among times like this where everything was in demand and becoming more expensive.

Looking at the situation at hand, it wasn’t like you had any other choice at this point. If the luxury life was going to welcome you with open arms through a man named Haruchiyo Sanzu, then you’d willingly let it.

You sat inside Sanzu’s white Bugatti Centodieci, on the way to a dinner reservation, the low roaring of its exhaust filling your ears as it came to a smooth halt at an intersection. You’ve been in this luxury car countless times before but you’ve never gotten quite used to it because you knew how expensive this vehicle was; you’ve done your research on some of the brands Sanzu sported, one of them being this extremely flamboyant car.

Your little research told you that there were only ten of the Centodieci models around the world, and Sanzu owned one of them. Your hands couldn’t help but sweat at the thought, causing you to smooth your pleated skirt down to wipe it off, “I like your nails, princess.” Sanzu reached a hand over the console and took yours, his fingers tracing the intricate details of your jewelled stiletto nails. Rhinestones gleaming underneath the bright city lights outside.

Not only were they embedded in expensive rhinestones but some of them were covered in 24K gold foil, costing your appointment at a whopping price but Sanzu never batted an eye when he swiped his card yesterday, no hesitation whatsoever. Last week, he had asked you to choose a nail design you really liked and he would take care of booking the appointment, of course, you jumped at that opportunity.

You knew why Sanzu loved paying for your nail appointments.

“Do you want me to test them out?” You blinked up at him and took his hand into yours, sensually massaging and rubbing it as if it were something else, god, Sanzu wished it was something else. He cursed under his breath at the sensation of his blood rushing down to his cock with need, his other hand gripping the leather steering wheel a little harder, knuckles turning painfully white as you continued with your ministrations,

“You always know what I want, huh?” He let out a breathy chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in his leather seat, cock now straining against his navy dress pants and begging to be let out. Sanzu skilfully manoeuvred his vehicle, taking desperate turns left and right to find a random deserted place to park, although it didn’t really matter if there were people around or not, his vehicle was heavily tinted and he liked the thrill of getting caught.

What were they gonna do? Stop him from getting head? They could try.

The tyres of Sanzu’s vehicle loudly skidded against the rough pavement of the empty parking lot as he desperately parked his car, not even bothering to situate his vehicle in a parking space, it was already evening and no one was around anyway.

“Fuck, come here.” Sanzu groaned, reclining his seat back and pulling your face closer to his own. You leaned over the console to kiss him, knees resting on the smooth material, one arm against the window of the driver’s side for support, and the other gripping the headrest behind his head.

Sanzu craned his neck forward to meet your gloss-stained lips, one hand firmly resting on your chin to keep you in place, while the other wandered elsewhere. His kisses held desperation in them, soft pillowy lips laced with hunger as it moved against your own. The man beneath you let out short erratic breaths that tickled below your nose, occasionally letting out soft eager whines into your lips.

He was usually on the dominant side, but fuck, was he needy when it came to receiving. Not that you complained, though, it was a pretty sight to see him all wrecked and at your mercy. It was priceless to see his authoritative demeanour crumble into nothing but a pathetic whining mess that begged for his cock to be touched and sucked on, even if it rarely happened.

You slightly jerked at Sanzu’s wandering hand that found its way to your inner thigh under the dimly lit car—the only source of light coming from the warm street lights of the parking lot—, slowly massaging and rubbing unfamiliar shapes at the supple flesh and earning a small whimper from you. His hand ventured around your outer thigh and flicked your skirt up, the skimpy fabric that was once barely covering your ass, now rested on your lower back and in full view for anyone who passed by the passenger’s window.

But you weren’t worried, Sanzu’s vehicle was tinted.

A small moan escaped your swollen lips but was swallowed down during the heated kiss with Sanzu as his large hand landed a merciless slap against the fat of your ass, the sharp searing pain from the sudden skin contact spreading across your backside making you wetter, “Put those pretty hands to use, baby.” He broke the kiss, lips ghosting over your own as he panted out, desperate for air to fill his lungs.

Sanzu placed both his hands behind his head and relaxed his torso against the warm leather seat to let you do your thing, his lust-filled turquoise eyes intently following your every move.

Shuffling closer to the evident tent in his pants, you placed your palm over his crotch, roughly palming his erection, causing a deep throaty groan from Sanzu, his back involuntarily arching away from the backrest and hands flying up to the headrest behind his head, gripping on it for his dear life. His eager eyes watched the way your twinkling nails moved against his strained cock, biting his lip at the sight and heat spreading throughout his body.

He loosened the black tie around his neck and hastily unbuttoned his collar so he could breathe better. You gave him a sly smile before slowly guiding the small pull-tab down the teeth of the zipper, the car was quiet, so you could only hear the movement of the zipper and Sanzu’s soft desperate pants, his pink lips slightly parted.

With the help of his hips, you pulled his pants down along with his underwear just enough to release his throbbing cock from its confines, earning a slight hiss from the rosy pink haired man as you firmly gripped his heavy length, your rhinestone-studded nails complimenting his hard cock with your fingers wrapped around him.

Sanzu let out a loud moan as you pumped his dick up and down after spitting at it, you gripped him like a vice, wrist skilfully twisting and tugging at his cock just how he liked it. He could almost cum right then and there at the sight of your freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his length. Fuck, he loved seeing your jewellery-embedded nails around his cock.

You flattened your tongue and licked a long slow stripe up the underside of his dick, earning a loud desperate whine from Sanzu, one hand flying down to tangle into your hair to eagerly tug at it, “Fuuuuuuck…” he breathed out, his bottom lip tightly caged between his teeth as he threw his head back.

God, you never failed to give him the best head of his life, and you were just getting started.

More desperate airy whines slipped past his pink lips as you peppered his length with light kisses, his hips greedily bucking up at you, Sanzu needed more, “Ngh! Stop being such a tease and suck me off already. We have a reservation, remember—ah!” He whined, lust-filled hunger evident in his tone.

Suddenly remembering about the dinner reservation, you didn’t hesitate to put the pink head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around the blunt tip and primarily focusing on his precum-filled slit that had Sanzu practically writhing in his seat, his face contorting with pure pleasure, back arching, and hips hungrily bucking into your mouth, causing you to hold them down,

“Haaah! That’s it, now take it all in like the good girl you are.” He moaned, breath shaky and unstable.

And so you did. Without hesitation, you slowly slid your mouth down his length while taking deep breaths through your nose just like had Sanzu taught you before. His grip on your hair tightened, earning a loud moan from you which sent vibrations down his cock, “Ohhh fuck, you’re taking me in so—ngh! So well.” You started bobbing your head up and down, taking slow experimental motions with his hard cock sliding against your throat, this caused Sanzu to buck his hips higher, eager to feel the constant friction of your mouth against him.

“Mhm, I told you to stop teasing, didn’t I?” Sanzu growled and swiftly sat up, roughly taking the black tie loosely secured around his collar. He grabbed both your hands and pinned them behind your back—just resting above your ass—, using his tie to keep them in place. The whole action caused you to lean forward, taking more of Sanzu’s cock into your mouth.

Sanzu leaned back into his seat, one hand gripping the headrest and the other going back into your hair as he thrusted his hips in and out of your mouth, “Mhm—ah! That’s more like it. I can’t keep reminding you that I’m still in control here.” He moaned. Sanzu gathered all of your hair and put it up in a make-shift ponytail with his hand, as it obstructed his view from your pretty mouth taking all of his dick.

With his hand wrapped securely around your loose hair, he started relentlessly thrusting up into your hot mouth, his other hand behind his head practically digging into the headrest which he knew was going to leave evident marks but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck about potentially damaging the expensive leather of his car, when you were taking him so so well.

All you could do was sit there and take it, tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks which surely ruined your makeup, your knees were painfully digging into the console and thighs burning from the lack of stretch but you didn’t care, all you wanted was for Sanzu to cum into your mouth.

Sanzu’s head spun as he was nearing his high, his head thrown back, lips parted, and stomach clenching from immense pleasure while he kept at his pace. His chest heaved up and down as he let out short airy desperate whines in tune with the movement of his hips, fuck, he was so close.

“I’m gonna cum—ngh! You better take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are.” He thickly swallowed, his desperate whines turning into shallow erratic breathing, only a few more thrusts away before he topped over the edge.

Sanzu’s hips faltered as the rumbling coil deep in his stomach finally snapped, he threw his head back and arched his back as he cummed into your mouth, letting out a loud shameless moan that filled the entire vehicle. You moaned into his dick, feeling his hot cum roll down your throat as he firmly kept your head in place, his hips rolling into you to ride out his orgasm while gripping the headrest behind him, the tips of his fingers hurting from the constant pressure he’s been putting on it.

“Haah, yeah that’s it. Such a good girl.” Sanzu praised, letting go of your hair as you eagerly lapped up some of his cum that rolled down his dick. Before he could undo the tie that bound your wrists together, his phone loudly rang, causing the both of you to jump at the sudden sound.

Sanzu quickly reached for his phone that was inside his blazer pocket and cleared his throat before answering it. “Yes, yes, we will be there soon. Just got held up in traffic.” He chuckled, giving you a knowing look before bidding goodbye to whoever was on the other side of the call.

“They were just confirming if we were still coming for our reservation.” Sanzu laughed as he pulled his tie from your wrists, “Held up in traffic, huh.” You raised a brow at him—throat sore from your recent activities—as you sat into your seat and fixed yourself up with the help of the sun visor mirror. Sanzu tucked himself back in and gave you a breathy chuckle, “That was the first thing that popped into my mind.”

“Also, I didn’t hurt you too much, right? Got really carried away, sorry.” He sighed as he adjusted his seat into its normal upright position, looking at you with concern.

Sanzu knew that he could get too carried away during sex which causes him to become rough and unrelentless. Of course, he had already discussed this with you and to his surprise, you were okay with it, apparently you liked it rough. You shook your head, brushing him off with a smile, “It’s okay, you were enjoying yourself back there.” You laughed, sending him a teasing look.

The man next to you shook his head as he could feel warmth creeping up his cheeks and embarrassment engulfing his body. “Nonsense.” He muttered before turning his car on to make your way to the dinner reservation.

Sanzu’s personality was such a contrast from the first time you met him back at the club, right off the bat, you thought he was a cocky and arrogant individual with the way he acted that night but as you got to know his personality better, he was a completely different person.

The facade that he had on back when you first met him was definitely gone. But was that really a front he just put up? It made you wonder.

Both of you calmly walked inside the exquisite restaurant like you weren’t just sucking him off a couple of minutes ago. Sanzu rested a palm on the low of your back as the waiter guided you to your seats, “Why the sudden fancy dinner?” You looked up at him, his aquamarine gaze meeting yours, Sanzu shrugged, a small smile forming upon his lips, “Just wanted to treat my baby, that’s all. You’ve been so good for me, might reward you more, later.” He leaned closer as he spoke the last line, a hint of slyness laced in his tone.

Maybe you could actually live in this lifestyle.

Ever since Sanzu stepped into your life, there wasn’t a day where you struggled anymore. No more sleepless nights of thinking how to get through tomorrow, no more stressing out about upcoming bills, and lastly, no more encountering drunk nasty old men at the club who sneered at your social status.

You could solely focus on your law degree now. You were getting better grades because the financial stress had been lifted from your shoulders, your mind wasn’t wandering elsewhere during lectures, trying to think of ways of how to ration your pay for the week.

There was no other possible choice for you but to take Sanzu’s offer. If you were going to take the easy way out of your financial stress, might as well do it with someone who splendidly paid you, not only with money but with gifts and mind blowing sex.

You stared at the man sitting across you, as the waiter poured Moët & Chandon MCIII into two flute glasses, the translucent yellow liquid neatly sloshing around the glass. You admired Sanzu’s features as he mindlessly tapped at his phone—work related, he said—his expression unchanging as his thumbs swiftly typed something.

It has come to your attention that you never really knew what Sanzu did for work, every time you asked him, he would just brush it off and say something along the lines of ‘just business related stuff’ and you believed him, you didn’t want to push his boundaries further but you wished he was as open to you as you were with him.

Sanzu was very secretive about his phone calls too; one time, you had seen his phone ringing on his night stand while he was in the bathroom. You were about to grab his phone and take it to him, that was until he came out of the bathroom and saw you reaching for it, he practically lunged for his phone and answered it straight away while walking out of his bedroom.

The only thing you heard from Sanzu as he answered the phone was, “Yes, boss?”. You knew this ‘boss’ was called Mikey since you had seen the caller ID while reaching for his phone. It seemed like Sanzu was working for someone in a higher position than him despite having immense wealth. Who was this Mikey, anyway?

There would also be times whenever you slept over at his penthouse, Sanzu would just disappear during ungodly hours of the morning, sometimes it would stir you awake because he always reached for his nightstand drawer—that was always locked—before he left and sometimes it would make a loud creaking sound whenever he opened it. He always tucked the item he took out from that specific drawer into his pocket.

You never knew what he took out or what other contents that drawer housed because it needed a key to be opened, a key that Sanzu always took with him. You assumed it was something heavy as he had dropped it on the rug one time, causing him to curse under his breath.

There were times where you slept alone in his bed waiting for him to come home during the night but he would never arrive, instead, he would arrive sometime in the morning, very exhausted and looked like he needed a week of sleep.

Was he being overworked? You hoped not.

You knew this relationship between you and Sanzu was just contractual and not built on any feelings but you couldn’t help feeling sorry for the man. Sometimes, when it was his day off and he wasn’t leaving during ungodly hours of the morning, you would catch him smoking out on his balcony instead, which overlooked the city down below. Sanzu would just stare off into the horizon, letting the tobacco completely fill his lungs.

He always looked so… empty.

“I have something for you later, back at home. If that's fine with you?” You were pulled from your trance by Sanzu’s voice. He tucked his phone in his blazer and gave you an expectant look. You nodded your head, “Fine by me, you don’t even have to ask.”

Sanzu was always like this, he always spoiled you. He was so unpredictable, in a good way. He always got you what you wanted and sometimes he would even go out of his way to personally pick and buy whatever he thought would suit you. This man spent money on you left and right without a care in the world, sometimes you would wake up with a big bouquet of roses that scented his entire penthouse because he ‘ felt like buying you one’ as per his words.

During the times you stayed at your dorm for the night, there would be a delivery next morning of whatever item Sanzu decided to swipe his card on, whether it be designer shoes from the most recent collection, overly priced flowers, or clothes that only catered to you, the only thing consistent was that it was expensive, it was always expensive.

You never even asked for most of the gifts he gave you but nonetheless, you were thankful for them. Although, it did overwhelm you sometimes with how much he was spending on you. One time you asked him, “What if you run out of money?” and Sanzu merely laughed at your question but answered, “Baby, I will never lose money. I can guarantee you that.” There was something odd about his tone when he said that but you brushed it off.

Back at his penthouse, you waltzed toward his couch and practically threw yourself on it while Sanzu wandered off to get the item he had recently bought you.

You still couldn’t believe that he had offered you to stay with him in this penthouse for free but you had to politely decline his offer since you still liked the idea of having your own space, plus, you didn’t even know when this whole thing was going to end, so it was better to be ready with a place to fall back to.

The first time you saw his penthouse, your mind was blown. The interior design screamed modern and luxurious, every corner you turned had your jaw dropping. There was a massive crystal chandelier that hung right at the centre of his living room, the walls were mainly floor-to-ceiling glass which allowed you to see breathtaking panoramic views of the city, it was truly beautiful during sunrise and sunset. The way the warm hues of the sun engulfed the whole space was just phenomenal.

His bedroom was grand and also consisted of these floor-to-ceiling glass, to which sometimes he liked to fuck you against, giving you a view of the bustling streets below as he pounded into you.

“Here.” Sanzu thrusted a rather large brown paper bag into your face, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with pure excitement. You sat up from his couch and took the paper bag, Christian Louboutin it read, written in white font.

He can’t be serious, you thought.

He sat next to you as you pulled out an equally coloured shoe box, which also had the same writing as the bag. “Sanzu…” you gasped, giving him a look of disbelief but he only silently urged you on to open the box.

After several layers of white tissue paper, you were met with a vibrant red shoe bag that had the same writing as the paper bag and the shoe box. As you removed the shoe bag, you were met with the most breathtaking pair of shoes you’ve ever seen.

They were black 130mm heeled platforms, donning its signature red bottom and consisted of a strap that would encase the ankle. The pumps were shiny underneath the chandelier light, causing you to gape at it with a curious gaze as you picked up one shoe. It was your very first pair of Louboutins and you were beyond ecstatic.

With Sanzu’s help, you managed to step into the heels. It was very comfortable despite its daunting heel size; you walked back and forth in his living room, strutting about and trying to get comfortable with the new pumps, the red bottoms loudly clicking against the tiled floors.

With a huge smile plastered on your face, you stopped in front of Sanzu, “Oh my goodness, I am over the moon right now.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his musky cologne. Sanzu stroked your hair, chuckling, “Anything for my baby. You always look so pretty in the things I buy you.”

“Now, how about I reward you for being so good today?” His hand stopped right at your nape and snaked around to the front of your neck, slightly pushing you away and leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, which you didn’t hesitate to return.

This time, his kisses were soft and sensual, like he wanted to savour every single moment with your lips on his but there was a slight desperation in them. You didn’t miss the way Sanzu’s fingers ever so slightly tightened around your neck and the way he leaned forward to try and deepen the kiss.

He didn’t spend much time with your lips and started trailing light but eager kisses down the side of your neck, earning a slight whimper from you as he bit down on a particular spot. Your hands clung to his navy blue blazer, wrinkling the expensive fabric with how much he abused your neck with his mouth.

You were already a whimpering mess and Sanzu hasn’t even done anything to you, yet. He loved how responsive you were under his touches, how the slightest touch he gave elicited the prettiest sounds from you. Such a good girl for him, that’s why he loved spoiling you.

“Wait for me on the bed, princess. You know what to do, everything off except those fuckin’ heels.” Sanzu broke the kiss and gave your forehead a soft peck, ushering you to his bedroom.

You nodded and wordlessly made your way to his room, platform heels loudly making contact with the tiled floor. Every step you took had your heart racing faster with excitement, you knew you were in for a long night and Sanzu wasn’t the one to hold back, especially if you’ve been such a good girl for him,

Before getting on Sanzu’s bed and waiting for him there, you had obeyed his instructions and stripped down every single article of clothing that covered your body, except your new Louboutins. You patiently sat on the edge of the bed, slightly shivering at the contrast of the cool air against your exposed skin, causing goosebumps and your nipples to immediately harden.

If you were being honest, you were already wet. You knew Sanzu didn’t have to do much since you were already turned on from the head you gave him in his car earlier. The way he turned into a whimpering mess despite being so domineering did things to you, it always did and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the thought of him.

Sanzu came in a few seconds later, one hand holding his unfastened tie and the other holding handcuffs which mischievously glimmered under the hallway light, “Good girl. Now lie back on the pillows for me, baby.” He gave you a smug smile, his long legs striding towards the bed.

He encased one wrist with a cuff, the audible click of it letting you know that there was no getting away from him now; Sanzu looped the chain that held the cuffs together around the back of a metal bar on his headboard and cuffed your other wrist, both hands now firmly situated above your head. You slightly tugged at the cuffs, it was cold against your skin but you liked it.

Sanzu also brought the black tie up to your eyes, completely obstructing your view from anything, he firmly tied a knot behind your head and gave you a peck on the lips.

With your vision obstructed and your hands bound, you could only rely on your hearing. This made everything much more exciting, the thrill of not being able to see what he was going to do next nor not being able to touch him.

You could hear the rustling of sheets and suddenly, Sanzu wasn’t on the bed with you anymore, you couldn’t feel his weight on the bed. You assumed he was undressing himself as you heard the loud clang of the metal buckle on his belt meet the floor, along with the rustling of fabric.

The bed dipped under Sanzu’s weight as he positioned himself near your feet, he grabbed your ankles and brought them closer to you, effectively bending your knees toward the ceiling. He crawled closer to your anticipating body, watching the way your chest heaved with desperation and mouth slightly parted, smirking at the way your Louboutins dug into the mattress.

He spread your legs apart and started kissing down your inner thighs, alternating between each leg, earning a small moan of surprise from you. Sanzu stopped at a spot dangerously near the apex of your legs, biting and sucking at the supple flesh, causing you to whine and instinctively tug at the metal cuffs around your wrist.

“You’re already so wet for me… have I been neglecting my baby?” He cooed into your wet folds, lips ghosting over them to tease you. Fuck, your scent drove Sanzu crazy, he didn’t even know if he was even going to last but he wanted this to be about you and you, only. He didn’t care about putting his needs last, he wanted you to cum around him, and as many times as you could.

You let out a sigh of content as Sanzu flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your wet cunt, revelling at the way you tasted against him. He watched as you desperately yanked your wrists, making a loud clanking noise as he wrapped his mouth around your cunt, noisily sucking like his life depended on it.

Small whines escaped past your lips at Sanzu’s ministrations but soon turned into a loud moan as he shoved his stiff tongue inside, exploring every single space of your wet heat. His tongue moved in you at such speed that caused you to instinctively close your legs with the pleasure being too much to handle but Sanzu pinned both your knees sideways on the bed, his firm grip letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you close your legs.

“You can’t be doing that, baby. When I’m giving you a reward, you’ll have to take all of it.”

That’s right. Sanzu didn’t only spoil you by buying you expensive luxury items, no, he spoiled you in many different ways, and just like how you kindly accepted the things he bought you, you had to do the same thing with what he was giving you right now. Denying his mouth was equivalent to denying everything he had bought you.

Sanzu alternated between licking and sucking at your clit without faltering, causing you to near your orgasm. He looked up at you from his long prominent lashes and observed the way your stomach was clenching and back arching with pleasure, how you constantly pulled at the cuffs on your wrist hard enough to leave red marks, the way your lips were parted slightly and letting out shallow high pitched whines along with his name.

“Aah! Fuck, Sanzu! I’m going to cum.” Your hips desperately bucked up against his mouth as you came on it, head thrown back against his pillows as you cried out Sanzu’s name in a loud moan, it was music to his ears.

Sanzu lapped up your cum, sloppily licking at your cunt, causing your legs to shake at the overstimulation. If he wasn’t pinning your legs down, you would have tried to close your them already. He gave your cunt one last peck before finally leaving it alone.

You panted against his mattress, legs jelly and mind hazy from just being eaten out, your arms were also burning at the uncomfortable position but you knew Sanzu was nowhere near done.

The night just had begun, and like he wrote in that piece of paper when you first met him, he’s just getting started.

He got on his knees and gave his hard cock a few strokes, groaning at the pleasure. Sanzu placed both your legs over his shoulders and grabbed the base of his cock, teasing the tip of it with your cunt, slowly rubbing up and down your wet folds but never actually putting it in.

“Sanzu, please…” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. He was so close but not exactly where you needed him to be.

It was truly a sight to see. Your hands bound above your head with handcuffs, your vision obstructed with his tie, your legs resting on top of his shoulders, and your newly bought Louboutins just behind his head.

Wasting no time, Sanzu slowly pushed his tip into your wet heat, already groaning at your tightness but before he could push any further, his phone loudly rang which caused both of you to jump at the sound. “Fucking hell.” Sanzu scoffed, slipping out of you and placing your legs back down to grab his phone from the pile of clothes.

“Sanzuuu, I’m sure they can wait. Please, just fuck me.” You whined, craning your neck as you felt him getting off the bed but he ignored your desperate pleas and answered his phone, “What the fuck do you want, Haitani?” He spat, hastily making his way back to you and placing your legs up on his shoulders again.

Was he seriously about to fuck you while on call? Who was that, anyway?

Sanzu kissed the inner side of your knee before slowly pushing all the way in, letting out a hot gasp and throwing his head back at the way your hot cunt desperately sucked him in, “Ah, fuck! You’re taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, on hand settling on your hip and the other holding his phone against his ears.

“Are you seriously fucking someone right now? Sanzu–” “You’re the one who called me during a very important moment, Ran. Now, what do you want?” You heard Sanzu reply to whoever was on the call, his voice clearly strained.

“Getting your dick wet isn’t important! I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come with Rindou and I.” Ran huffed, Sanzu could tell the older man was rolling his eyes at him.

Sanzu picked up his pace, the way his balls loudly slapped against your ass could surely be heard by Ran. “Ngh—ah! Sanzu!” a loud moan escaped your lips, causing you to quickly bite down at your bottom lip, embarrassment filling you as the male on the other side of the call most likely heard your shameless moan.

“Why would I want to—ah! Fuck! Why would I want to go with you two—ngh!” He shamelessly moaned into his phone, not giving a single fuck if Ran was disgusted or not, he should be thankful he even picked up the call.

Sanzu saw the way you were biting your lip so hard that it was sure to draw blood soon, he didn’t like you concealing your moans so he leaned forward and the hand that was previously on your hip was now situated on the mattress, beside your chest. This position allowed him to get deeper strokes into you, earning a loud cry of his name from you.

He was so deep and deliciously hit your g spot over and over again that you couldn’t help but let out a chain of loud moans, at this point you didn’t even think about the person on Sanzu’s phone, he was giving it to you so good that you had to let him know. The metal cuffs clinked against his headboard as you tried to desperately reach for something to keep you grounded with the immense pleasure you felt.

It also didn’t help with how your vision was obstructed, resulting in your other senses to become heightened, you could feel pleasure at a much higher level.

Ran was saying something to Sanzu but he was too lost in pleasure to even comprehend what the fuck he was talking about. His head was spinning from pleasure, god, you were taking him so well. “Mhm. You know what—ah! I don’t—oh fuck, Princess! I don’t even fucking care at this point, I’m hanging up.” Sanzu threw his head back in pleasure as he chucked his phone somewhere in the sheets but forgetting to actually end the call.

He couldn’t care less. He wanted your cum around his dick.

With the distraction at bay, Sanzu focused on you. Leaning down to suck on your breasts and neck as you panted below him, “Are you close, baby?” he gritted against your neck, jaw tightening at how tight you were around him. You frantically nodded, face contorted with pleasure and lips parted, letting out desperate high pitched whines, “I—ngh! I’m going to cum, Sanzu!” you cried out.

Sanzu leaned closer to your ear, “Fuck, that’s it, princess. Cum around my cock like the good girl you are.” he panted, his hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.

You arched your back in pleasure, chest pushing up against Sanzu’s as you moaned his name, followed by a string of profanities. Sanzu’s hips didn’t falter one bit, despite how tight you became as you clenched around him, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and how much of a good girl you were for him as he rode out your orgasm.

“Ngh—ah! I’m so close.” Sanzu whined as he quickly pulled his cock out of you, desperately pumping it with his hand. He bucked his hips up at his hand and threw his head back with a loud groan as he cummed on your chest, his hands not slowing down to milk his cock down to every last drop.

You moaned at the sensation of his hot cum landing on you, arching your back to push your chest further toward him. Sanzu panted above you, seeing the way your body was decorated with his semen.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” he chuckled.

Before he could do anything, he heard his phone beep, like someone had just ended the call. Sanzu was surprised that Ran actually stayed that long in the call, he thought Ran would’ve ended it by the time he threw the phone elsewhere.

Sanzu was true to his words. He was not done with you until you were all spent and begging for him to stop, safe to say that you weren’t going to be walking properly anytime soon and that was fine by you, it was a Friday night anyway.

You lazily lounged on Sanzu’s couch, eating and mindlessly watching whatever programme was on the TV. You were currently waiting for Sanzu to get home, apparently he got called in for work even though it was a Sunday, but oh well. He also told you not to stay up too late and try wait for him but you were stubborn.

It was late in the evening and the programme that was on was the news channel, but you didn’t pay much attention to it and savoured the way your food tasted against your tongue. You could feel your eyes getting droopy by the minute but fought the urge to let sleep take over you.

“In tonight’s news, we now focus on the country’s most notorious crime syndicate, Bonten, as they continue to pose danger to the public… the people shown in this video clip are it’s executives and members…”

Instinctively, you looked up from your snack and towards the TV to see the footage of a white haired man walking and his back towards the camera. A particular design caught you off guard, it was the tattoo on the man’s nape that made you think for a while. His tattoo was of a hanafuda card that symbolised the full moon.

Have I seen that before? You thought.

You shook your head at the silly thought, how have you seen that tattoo before when the news reporter literally mentioned that it originated from the country’s most notorious crime syndicate. Surely if you were to come across a member of that crime syndicate, you probably wouldn’t even make it alive.

Trying to take your mind off the news, you switched the channel to a random one which happened to be a food channel, you could work with that. Your attention shifted over to the door, hearing it close and someone shuffling around.

Sanzu.

The man walked through the hallway, hanging his blazer on the coat rack and rolling his polo sleeves up, “Baby, what are you still doing up?” Sanzu sighed as he waltzed over to you, hands wide open to pull you into a hug. “I wanted to wait for you…” you mumbled into his stomach, the smooth material of his tuxedo vest rubbing against your face.

He rubbed your cheeks and smiled down at you, his eyes filled with genuineness, “I’ll just wash up real quick, okay?” You nodded and Sanzu gave you a soft peck on the forehead before heading for his bedroom.

You looked over his shoulder and trailed his figure that slowly disappeared into the hallway leading to his room, letting out a sigh you’ve been holding as you could feel your heart racing faster.

There were two things that stood out to you despite his dimly lit penthouse, the first one was the hanafuda card tattoo on his left forearm and the other was the ever so slightly spots of red on his sleeves but maybe your eyes played tricks on you for that one but you surely saw his tattooed left arm.

Your mind was quick to wander elsewhere, you didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe you were just overthinking it, maybe he just coincidentally got the same tattoo as the country’s most feared syndicate, surely, right?

Besides, the odds of becoming face to face with an executive of Bonten were practically zero to none. You lived a quiet life so there was no reason for you to even encounter a member, that’s right, your life was nothing but monotonous… until you met Sanzu.

Come to think of it, Sanzu never even told you where he worked or who he worked for. All you knew is that he was a busy man but still made time for you but this piece of missing information was enough to speculate. You knew it was wrong to accuse someone without hard, concrete evidence; innocent until proven guilty, your law professors taught you that.

But something inside you screamed to know the truth, you didn’t know how you’ll gain the information, surely not by walking up to him and going, “Hey, are you part of that crime syndicate called Bonten?”

Just then, a name suddenly popped up in your head. Sanzu mentioned a name two days ago during a call.

Haitani.

That name rang a bell to you but where have you heard it before? It took you a few minutes to ponder over the somewhat familiar name but it finally clicked. Haitani, that was the name you’ve heard a lot back when you were still working at the club in Roppongi. The club they owned. You didn’t know much about the name’s origin but you knew there were two of them and they basically ruled that district. Gang members.

It dawned upon you that Sanzu once mentioned that he knew the owner of the club when you first met him. It made sense. The dots all connected to one another but what were you exactly going to do?

You quickly turned the TV off and made your way to Sanzu’s bedroom, the shower was still running which indicated he was nowhere near being done. You walked into his room, your eyes immediately catching his unlocked drawer slightly ajar, the drawer that he always locked without fail, the one he always opened before he left early in the mornings.

Shallow breaths slipped past your lips as you nervously made your way toward it, taking cautious steps like something would jump out at you at any minute. Your hands nervously reached for the handle and pulled it, the loud creaking sound making you jolt.

A gun. All in its glory, lying right in the middle of the drawer and nothing else. The metal barrel shone under the bright lights of Sanzu’s bedroom, as if it was taunting you.

You took a few steps back, eyes widening at the dangerous weapon before your eyes. So many questions ran through your head and it also didn’t help the way your heart was beating faster than ever.

Your head snapped toward the bathroom door as Sanzu stepped out, damp rosy pink hair, exposed chest and grey sweatpants sitting dangerously low around his waist. His eyes darted between the unreadable expression in your face and the opened drawer, tilting his head slightly to the side, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes,

“Baby, has no one ever taught you not to go through things that aren’t yours?” His voice laced with venom as he took long strides towards you, his slender fingers making its way to your chin to firmly hold it in place.

Avoiding his eye contact, you muttered a small apology, closing your eyes which only made Sanzu smirk, “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, huh?” Before you could say anything, he closed the gap between your lips, his other hand silently reaching for the 9mm in the drawer and placed it in his pocket. It wasn’t loaded, Sanzu knew better than to load his gun with bullets with you around his penthouse.

He backed you into the floor-to-ceiling glass before deepening the kiss; his kisses were rough and needy, the way his lips hungrily moved against yours told you that he was desperate. You didn’t hesitate to return his kiss in the same manner, your mind slowly forgetting about this whole thing but it was still there, in the back of your head, waiting to be unravelled.

Sanzu’s hand snaked inside your pants, giving tight circles around your clothed clit, causing you to moan into his mouth. He didn’t have to do much to get you dripping, after all, his light kisses and fingers were enough to have you begging on your knees for him. That was the effect he had on you, he was like drugs and you needed a dose of him everyday.

“You better be all ears for me, baby. I’m only teaching you this lesson once.”

In no time, you were out of your shirt as he turned your body around and pressed your exposed front against the cold surface of the glass, your breath immediately fogging it up. Sanzu trailed kisses down your nape and sucked at a spot on your back, earning a small moan from you. His hands wandered to your chest, each roughly massaging a breast, pulling and groping it.

“Mhm… Sanzu, please.”

Sanzu wasted no time to pull your pants down, slightly shivering at the sudden cool air that hit your exposed legs; he swiftly pulled his stiff cock out of his sweatpants and teased your wet folds through your panties. Your nails scraped against the smooth glass as Sanzu continued with his teasing, tears almost forming in your eyes at how turned on you were.

But he was just as horny as you, so he pushed your panties aside and slid his cock in, bottoming out in one go. You threw your head back against his shoulders, your hands balling into fists against the fogged up glass, “Hah, Sanzu!”

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Sanzu chuckled, pulling out his unloaded 9mm and firmly pressing it against your neck, your walls tightly clenched around his dick at the cool sensation of the barrel against your skin, Sanzu also noticed this and from there on, he saw red.

He picked up his pace, hips roughly fucking up into you at the fastest pace he could possibly attain, “You like it when I use my gun on you? You like the thrill of that? What a fucking slut.” Sanzu whispered into your hair, teeth gritting at the way your walls deliciously hugged his cock, you were so tight that he literally had to let his mind wander somewhere else so he wouldn’t cum right then and there.

You could only moan at his questions, your breasts tightly pressing against the glass surface as your back arched due to Sanzu’s merciless hips. Nothing else was on your mind now, just his cock and the way he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust of his hips.

His gun made its way to your lips, “Suck on it.” He demanded and you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and place your lips around the tip of his gun, tongue swirling and sucking on it like it was Sanzu’s dick.

Sanzu cursed against your neck as he heard the wet squelches of your mouth working against his gun, the way your head desperately leaned into the 9mm as if you wanted more, the way you moaned around it the same way you would with his dick. His grip on the weapon tightened, fuck, you were so filthy.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Sanzu hooked his free hand on the back of your knee and brought it up against the glass, he was much deeper this time and it turned you into nothing but a teary moaning mess around his 9mm. You were so close to cumming.

High pitched whines escaped your lips every time his crotch slapped against your ass, there wasn’t anything you could do but fist your hands into the glass and moan against the weapon that he held up your lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Cum with me, princess…” Sanzu groaned, inhaling the scent of your hair as he sealed his eyes shut at the immense pleasure. He pushed his gun further into your mouth as you reached your orgasm, causing you to moan loudly and tightly clench around his dick, your legs shaking and nails scraping against the glass surface at the intense sensation you felt.

Sanzu stilled his hips as he came and roughly pushed his dick inside you, causing you tiptoe a bit. He moaned against your back, the grip around your knee tightening, a string of profanities slipped past his lips as you rode out his orgasm by clenching around him.

That night, Sanzu came clean to you. He was indeed part of Bonten and even had a high position as the second-in-command. He told you how you were free to terminate the contract between the two of you because he would understand the fear it instilled within you but he did let you know that he would make sure no harm would come your way, if you decided to stay.

It was pretty self explanatory about why he kept you in the dark about the truth about his job, but he also told you how you helped him take his mind off all the fucked up things he has done. That’s why he had no problem giving and spending large amounts of money on you, after all, it was just dirty money anyway. He figured he could at least put it to good use.

Sanzu has also opened up about how he had practically stopped popping pills left and right ever since he became your sugar daddy, it was a very different world with you, he felt emotions he’s never felt before and feelings he’s never had before.

The world with Bonten often left him feeling empty, a void where his heart should be that he filled by abusing drugs just to get a quick high to try and forget about the horrors of what he has done to innocent people.

You always thought that Sanzu being your sugar daddy only benefited you, but little did you know it actually benefited him more than you could imagine. You needed his money and he needed your company, you needed each other to get through life.

He asked you that night if you were still going to stay with him despite his criminal status.

If playing with fire was your only ticket to living the lavish lifestyle, then you wouldn’t hesitate dancing with the devil in disguise, also known as Haruchiyo Sanzu, Bonten’s second-in-command.

#SugarDaddyCollab #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x you #sanzu smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

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dreamerwitches · 2 months ago

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Full wnk trailer analysis lets go (p1)

Homura with wavy hair fronts. Matches the one from the poster

I dunno about you, but her face looks kinda younger from the side? Cuter? I dont think we've seen anyone else from the side so maybe its just the artstyle and im being silly

The background is pretty hard to decipher

She has a ring but no visible stone or fingernail marking. It doesnt seem like the end of her main hair is wavy. It looks like she's missing the buttons on her front but this may be an animation error or the angle is hiding them

This bit makes me think she's falling down a spiral staircase? Though it doesnt resemble the one later. The gold bits look like banisters. The background gives me a stained glass window church feel

Madoka's home maybe? This is still wavy hair homura

Madoka has no ring

Not much to say. Text in the bottom right says mramasa but the rest is japanese and some numbers. Looks like maybe the power of the fan?

Ibari, number one. Yes its her, the lighting is just pink/red, you can tell cause her blue skin is more purple. To me, it looks like someone is holding her. The light peach parts on the bottom left and right look like the regular animation style. The flowers on the magnifying glass look a little like mami's

Dumb venus maybe? That compact wouldnt close if it had that pearl sticking out XD

I believe this is a homura we havent seen before. The ribbon doesnt match the poster homu from the right. Its brown, her uniform has a white under shirt. Ive seen people theorise this is Manuke, stupidity. The brown ribbon would match her hair colour. Her eyes are more purple than the pink of the previous homura. The colour also matches phone homu from the first trailer.

Ive seen people mention the fencing vaguely looks like oktavia's scales. I think the multiple parts remind me more of her tail. The windows at the very edges kinda remind me of the first scene.

I didnt realise at first but this is homura's wing being broken

Devil outfit has changed. She has a red streak in her hair. Her feathers look fluffier but it might just be the art style. Another red addition to her leg. Her right shoe looks like madoka's. Actually her gloves kinda look like madoka's too

With the city(?) below and the unmoving effects, is this happening during a time stop? Im getting the feeling this trailer (or movie?) has a brown/orange-ish glow to it so maybe they artistically changed the colour of time stop?

With the bright bg and chair colour, i think madoka is with mami (seen later) in this scene. Also i think thats her left hand, no fingernail marking

Rebellion cafe real, it even has the steps leading up to it (though its not 100% perfect... but eh, artistic licence...)

Also, the girl's teacup is cracked. I cant remember the name but it looks like that japanese art of repairing something broken but making the repairs beautiful (repaired witch???).

A stretch, but the napkin underneath reminds me of homu's handkerchief

I thought the lack of soul gem in the ring was an animation mistake but maybe not??? And a dark (could just be obscured by the cup) fingernail marking. It looks like the london underground symbol ToT

Ah the walls dont really match with the rebellion cafe... maybe this is just what cafes look like in madoka XD the single table is still a mirror to it though. I think the lotus flowers are telling.

I wonder if the girl's golden eyes (like godoka's) mean something because magical girls colours usually match dont they? But maybe they've stopped doing that, eh. I like how her glasses are the opposite to homura's, rim on the top.

I didnt realise the thing next to her is a purse, its huge ToT it has flowers on it. I saw someone call them roses to try and say this is gertrud... um no XD have you ever seen a rose???

A stretch but the crockery reminds me of Candeloro's

Its the same three colours

Nagisa has brown scrunchies and her hair is in two low bunches with dark red beads. It looks like her dress is different too

She has the mitakihara uniform and a yellow cardigan. You can see her soul gem ring. The yellow of the cardi and the brown hairbands make me hope it is bear girl......

Girl full of slinkies!!!! The dots around the place remind me of homura's corruption from rebellion (ala on the bus). This is bandaged sayaka

These make me think of candeloro's kiss. I think i can see flowers on the spine too

But the hands together on the middle of the spine is from madoka's rebellion transformation

Walpurgis?

Yes im sure this is the same cafe as madoka was in now. Very pretty

Mami has her hair clip from her magical girl form on the top left of her head. Also could be animation error but maybe her ring is missing the gem

ALSO ARE YOU JUST EATING A SUGAR CUBE MAMI????

Is this the same place from the dancing scene? Doesnt one of the nightmares have an attack like this? So is homura doing it because she controlled the nightmares.

Also they explode with white feathers hmmmmmm. I have the horrible feeling homura would do it to scare madoka

Clearly not the previous kyoko. Outfit is different and more like her original one i'd say. The cake looks like its from the cafe

Also hnnngghhh concept movie?????

Damn ive hit image limit... well part 2 incoming

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #walpurgis no kaiten #walpurgis no kaiten spoilers

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katabay · 1 year ago

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L'APPEL DU VIDE

okay so. jack! jack. what a collection of guys. the overlap between jack and the beanstalk and jack the giant killer, though. that sure is something! sometimes king arthur is there, which always takes me by surprise.

this. specifically. is an idea I've been kicking around. jack and the beanstalk is not a story I've ever enjoyed, as a kid it was probably my least favorite to read. as an adult, I was INTENSELY fascinated by reading j.g. ballard's the drowned giant. I think about it frequently, and somewhere during a re read of it, I ended up revisiting jack.

combining different versions of jack into one character is not a new concept, but it IS a fun one! the version I've been assembling together plays less with the fun elements of a jack story (and adjacent folklore stories), and focuses more on the potential for tragic elements with the addition of the usual grim and jagged narrative edges that I personally enjoy.

jack with the backstory of the devil and the three golden hairs, only jack doesn't find love, he's TIRED, all he wants to do is go home, but there isn't a home to go back to. what is the point of being born lucky if this is what it gets you? jack the giant killer, only he doesn't want to kill giants, jack who saw a body of a giant when he was a small child and cannot bring himself to do as a king commands. jack, who climbs up the beanstalk and stops halfway to look down. etc.

to go back to the drowned giant real quick, both to set the tone about jack seeing the body of a giant as a youth, and also because I've been haunted and obsessed with this excerpt of it ever since I read it:

J. G. Ballard, The Drowned Giant

anyway! this was originally like, a two illustration concept to get out of my system. however. I'm halfway through outlining a narrative. so. maybe it will also be several illustrations and also comic.

#original tag #generic medieval tag #WAHOO. alright.#i dont have any additional commentary in the tags. reading the drowned giant years ago Did Something To Me #and it connected with whatever it was that made me dislike the jack and the beanstalk narrative (i know what it is. its just not really #all that relevant to this post. also im tired. its time for bed)#through the power of Why Not. i will now. turn it into a story????#i think. its definitely been taking up a lot of space in my mind lately #the only thing stopping me from turning it into my Side Project to do when i need a break from doing Bad Governance edits #is that. ive run out of notebooks???? to start a new story in. and i am Old and i only outline stuff by hand #eventually i'll get to daiso and pick up some new ones and work on this for real. until then. im going to continue to write about it #in my personal journal where i dump all my thoughts and ideas into

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scekrex · 8 months ago

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An idea? Did somebody just say they have an idea? Oh wait, that would be me! Hi, hello, love, me again, the little pretty devil on your shoulder that encourages you to sin, or rather, create ✨

Just Adam, reader and Lute playing UNO. You probably knew this was coming. It's basically them just playing it like that one video on Smii7y's channel where everybody basically just yells at each other. Honestly it would be so funny to read about them playing, the reader placing a card for Lute, a nice +4 (Fucking hate that bitch, the sole reason for my misery during that game), what he didn't think of was the possibility of Lute having another +4. She put it down on top of the reader's (They play by the rule where the +4 or +2 stack) and Adam just goes "I can't believe you've done this!" (Like the meme with the British dude in sunglasses getting punched in the face), reader laughing and mocking him with "Oh, I cAn'T bElIeVe YoU'vE dOnE tHiS!" with a British accent, but then Adam finds another +4 in his cards, places it down and looks at reader with a satisfactory smirk. When readers sees it he just goes "Fuck, I actually can't believe you've done this. You fuck" with an accusatory tone, realising he has to pick up 12 cards and just flips his cards like Steve Harvey sometimes does at stupid answer during Family Feud saying "Man, fuck this, I ain't playing with you no more! You best believe I'll get my revenge. No damn sex for you" while walking away, obviously directing it for Adam, but Lute just going "DISGUSTANG" and Adam just going "He was not speaking to you, bitch. Mind ya business. This one is mine, there's my life on the line😭". I just see the possibility of them playing UNO while bored in Heaven would be the funniest shit ever 😂 UNO destroys relationships, kids... AND emotionally damages you 😭

Nah bc they'd roast the living shit outta each other. Just imagine how they'd react when playing Mario Kart, they'd tear open each other's throats.

Tired Games

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, crack fic comin' through whoop whoop

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

All you had wanted was a chill evening with your husband and Lute, to relax and enjoy the day off. So you three sat on the floor of your and Adam's apartment, in front of you there was a stack of UNO cards. You had been playing for a couple hours by now and slowly all of you were losing your patience. UNO was one of the games that always ended in fights, either because Lute was convinced the ‘you can stack a +4 on a +4’ rule was entirely made up - she had once shown you a tweet from the company that said doing so was against the rules - or it was like today.

“Hurry up babes,” Adam poked you in the side which caused you to flinch away from his touch and bat his hand away, “Stop that you touch starved bitch.” You slapped a +4 onto the stack, offering Lute the most wicked grin you had in store, “Sucks to be you, bitch.” Lute however was having none of it, she returned the grin, equally wicked and pulled another +4 out of her deck.

The look the first man gave you was priceless, he looked truly betrayed while a bit of annoyance gleamed in his golden eyes, “I can't believe you've fucking done this.” You chuckled to yourself as you poked him back, a small giggle escaped you as he flinched away just like you had. “Oh, I can't believe you've fucking done this, go cry about it bitch,” you mocked him as you laid down. You were starting to get tired but you also wanted to finish the game. The problem was when you grew tired you also grew short tempered and so you knew it was only a matter of time until things would escalate. Still you continued as you put your head in Adam's lap. The brunette looked down on you and offered you a small smile, then his hand was in your hair and for a tiny moment your eyes fell shut as you embraced the warm touch your husband gave you.

The first man stayed silent for a long time as he went through his cards, clearly thinking hard about whether to play the card he had or not. “Hurry up, old man,” Lute grumbled and kicked his shin, that made Adam yelp in pain and scoot backwards a little - he made sure to move drag your body with him so that you could continue to use him as a pillow - to get away from the executor, “Geez, the fuck is wrong with you?” he complained as he played yet another +4 card. The smirk on his face was sweet, so sweet that you genuinely wanted to tear it off and throw it in the trash. You looked at the stack of cards, then up at Adam and back down at the cards. That meant you had to draw 12 godforsaken cards. Fucking 12.

“Fuck that,” you flipped your cards over in anger and pushed yourself up - away from Adam - so that you sat on the floor before you fully got up, “Fuck you,” you flipped Adam off before turning to Lute, “And fuck you too.” With crossed arms and in a shitty mood you walked over to the couch and wrapped your wings around your body in order to hide from the people sitting on the floor. “I ain't playing with you with you no more,” you grumbled quietly, then raised your voice a little so that Adam could hear your threat, “No fucking sex for you.”

Lute's face twisted in disgust and she wrinkled her nose at your words, “Disgusting.” Adam raised an eyebrow and side eyed her, not sure if she truly thought you had addressed to words to her or if she was playing, “Bitch, he was talking to me, this is my punishment, my fucking life's on the line here,” the first human soul in heaven whined and got up from the floor as well. “Don’t forget so is your dick,” Lute reminded the brunette who just groaned at that as he walked over to you. He carefully nudged the tips of your wings apart and really couldn't help the smile when he saw your pointing face. “Aw, c’mon babes, it's just a stupid fucking game,” he hummed as he kneeled down to be on eye level with you, his hands were resting on your knees which were pressed against your chest. “Fuck off, I said what I said,” you mumbled as you were avoiding eye contact. You knew too well that he could plead so prettily with them golden eyes of his, looking straight into them meant risking taking your words back and letting him win. He put a finger underneath your chin and tilted your head slightly, he basically forced you to look at him. All it took was one glance and you were done for, you simply knew you lost.

Your eyes must've given that away because Adam leaned in to give you a short yet soft kiss, “That’s a good boy.” You turned your face away, grumbling something about how he should watch his mouth. “You two done with your shit? Can we continue?” Lute interrupted and while you loved her like a sister, you would've loved to grab her by the wings and throw her out the window. You might save that for later though. You pushed yourself away from the soft fabric of the couch and right into Adam's arms, “Actually,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck so that he could carry you, “I think I’m going to bed.” Tiredness had won you over once again but Lute understood, of course she did. “Feel free to crash on the couch, danger tits,” Adam offered the exorcist but she shook her head, “I’d rather not want to wake up to the sound of you two fucking again, thanks. One time was more than enough.” Adam shrugged, he thought that was fair. And while the two of them had that little conversation, you had already fallen asleep in Adam's arms.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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strawurberries · 2 years ago

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General head cannons for Vash the Stampede p.2

Summary: General headcannons for Vash the Stampede.

Authors Note: n/a

Warnings: Slight nsfw and angst, mostly fluff.

He also loves playful banter and flirting! But he also hates when the tables are turned on him and you gain the upper hand (at least, that’s what he wants you to think. Don’t tell anyone this—ever—but he actually adores the teasing. He’ll pretend he despises it but in reality, it opens something up in him that he’s a little too nervous to explore). When he has the upper hand though? An absolute menace. He may be devoted, a follower, and someone who will give their soul to you if asked, but he also has that little bastard in him that tells him to make you turn red until you kiss him to make him shut up.

“You’re a brat,” you had said once, grabbing his hair. Fingers tangled in his damp golden locks, water droplets sliding down his chin from his shower minutes earlier.

He had opened his mouth to respond but the slight pressure on his head. . . you pulling his hair? He was too distracted. He wanted to snap back, grin and see that cute little flustered look on your face but. . . brat? You called him a brat? Oh no, he’s feeling something.

“Cat got your tongue?” you snickered, “where’d all that confidence go? Pretty boy~?”

In that moment, he wasn’t sure if God or the Devil was before him—regardless of who it was though, something was telling him he’d enjoy this interaction nonetheless. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind if his God had a little sadistic side—he blushed and shoved that thought away with such speed it put his gunslinger skills to shame.

You just grinned, “oh, you love this, don’t you?”

He, quite literally, thought he was going to have a heart attack.

Give him a little praise, maybe a kiss, and he’ll be so far lost in love he’ll do anything you ask. He says that it’s brainwashing but you deny it every time.

“You can’t be human! You’re a witch or somethin’!” he cried, reeling back looking at his bag of two—well, now one—donuts.

You grinned and took another bite, “you said I could have it!”

“You brainwashed me!”

“Eh?! How would I even do that?”

“You tell me!”

(He cried a little bit over the donut, but you gave him a kiss to cheer him up. He asked for three more before you told him to stop and then he stole another)

In public though, he refrains from touching you as much as possible. If anyone got wind that the “Humanoid Typhoon” got a lover. . . he doesn’t want to think of what would happen. He’ll sometimes indulge in some hand holding, a quick hug, and maybe, just maybe, a kiss. He won’t do anything else though, no matter how much he wants to tackle you to the ground and smother you right there. Your safety is put above all else, even himself and his own wants. He feels bad that he can’t offer you a relationship in public, that he has to don his outlaw persona and watch as you are pushed to the side, but it’s for your sake. If you’re okay, he can bear anything.

Broken bones, cuts, bullet wounds, even a broken heart—he’ll take it all on to keep that smile on your face.

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ditzyclown · 5 months ago

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Little thing I made based on my first playthrough combined with my most recent one (lost 3 saves and somehow Pubre was my exact fiest follower two times) when shamura summoned pubre for the first time I went all "SHAMURA NO" alongside a few curses that would make the ancient ones tremble but managed to use the teleport to run away three times until my most recent playthrough where I found out it no longer worked in that section

I don't think the lamb would have appreciated having to kill their loved one anyway in such a way since in those times they were still quite attached to mortal thoughts and feelings until later on they became less serious about it once dealing and manipulating death became as simple as cooking something or smt

Also some silly au idea bellow lol

Behold, some silly doodles of my and my cousin cultsonas

He chose a fox at first but then we got a raccoon and he changed it and I made myself a worm same species and valefar lol

Our playthrough was mostly me playing when it came to fighting and he did all the cult decisions and managing of the cult grounds

Behold, my worm. I am still learning to draw her but her hair is supposed to be more curly and fluffy than valefar. she's a follower that has taken it upon themselves to do all the dirty work since Liano (name I put on my cousin's raccoon) sucks at fighting and she has a crippling ichor addiction. She's pretty much the devil on your shoulder and often taunts or makes fun of Liano because he refuses to revive his followers giving all of them funerals (she also ate a golden skull necklace once shh don't tell him) overall her philosophy is more like narinder's with her not seeing why contain death

Liano over here is interested in what the world has to offer now that more doors have been opened to him. He takes care of all his followers and is greatly saddened whenever one passes away. He's adamant in never reviving them, he would be the angel on your shoulder (the little rattau doodle is a reference at how we were mentioning how he was more like rattau and I like narinder xd)

I think narinder would have taken Antha as a vessel if she didn't reminded him so much of a certain sibling of his

Also silly doodle unfinished from moments before disastermy

#cult of the lamb #tcotl #the cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #tcotl lamb #tcotl narinder #cotl narinder #narilamb #tcotl follower #tcotl oc #tcotl au #i dunno how to call it #cult of the raccoon?#raworm?#tcotl raworm #lol #my art

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knight-a3 · 3 months ago

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Hazbin Sketchbook Tour part 3

Masterpost

I started some preliminary sketches of Charlie to get a feel for her. I wasn't exactly happy with them. I did like how Alastor turned out in the dancing one, just...not the rest of it.

Before going back to Charlie, I had a couple ideas for a Vaggie redesign I wanted to sketch out. She'll go through a few minor tweaks over time, but overall not bad for a first pass. (There's also a stray Emily)

This is when I started seriously redesigning everyone. I would search up other people's redesigns for inspiration, then move on from there.

More design notes under the cut, and a couple fun Bible facts!

Vaggie: First, I doubled down on the moth theming. I wanted it to be more obvious than it is in canon. It also serves to show that Hell is corrupted, and it makes everyone more inhuman. All the angels will look more human, because "Biblically accurate angels" is not actually all that accurate. After she Falls, she becomes more moth-like, and is not truly an angel anymore.

[I've got this whole idea concerning the blood colors of the various groups. Maybe I should make a dedicated post to explain, but here's the rundown: There are three main groups: Hellborn, Earthborn, and Heavenborn. Hellborn have black blood, and Heavenborn have a glowing white. Earthborn have 3 subgroups: Living, Sinner, and Saint(aka winner). While alive, Earthborn have red. After death, the color depends on if they Fall or Ascend. Fallen Earthborn become Sinners and the blood darkens to purple. Ascended Earthborn become Saints and it lightens into golden yellow. When a Saint Falls, it darkens to purple. When a Heavenborn falls, it darkens to orange. Ascended Sinners will gradually lighten to yellow(albeit it won't ever be quite as bright as the other Saints). Hellborn cannot Ascend.]

All that to say that Vaggie does not have pure angel blood anymore. And I'm trying to decide if the Exorcists are Heavenborn or Earthborn. I'm honestly favoring Earthborn right now, since that's what Adam qualifies as.

Even when she gets her wings back, Vaggie's form is still corrupted and they come back as moth wings, to fit her theming. I wanted to get her long hair out of the way of her wings, and figured that since her hair is sorta moth themed anyway, why not make them the same thing. It works cuz...magic. I also really do not like the floating X over her eye, so I made it a broken eye spot instead.

Charlie: I knew I wanted more goat themes. So the ears were an obvious place to start. I also made her ponytail to look like a goat tail. But I saw a few designs that gave her snake hair and I thought it was great. But I didn't want to draw so many and decided to just give her one. Then named him Hugh. Short for Hubris aka Pride. I designed the Morningstar family around the goat and snake themes, where Charlie gets the goat traits from Lucifer, and the Snake traits from Lilith.

Lucifer: Canon Lucifer has way too many different design motifs. The Biblical Devil is associated with snakes and goats, so I wanted to narrow down on those rather than the forbidden fruit(which is never confirmed to be an actual apple, by the way) or ducks. He can still likes duck, but it doesn't go further than that. Since canon Lucifer is not exactly evil like the Biblical version, I decided it would be thematically appropriate to have his Fall turn him into a scapegoat, of sorts. Which would also mean that Lucifer is not the True Devil. The real Evil is the darkness trapped in the abyss(should I call it Abyss?). Lucifer, as a Fallen Angel, actually created Hell to prevent souls from getting lost in the abyss. So as bad as Hell is, it's actually a relatively good thing. Oh, and he lost his wings during his Fall. (Fun facts: the Devil isn't actually called Lucifer in the Bible, that was a translation quirk basically referring to the fall of the Babylonian king. Similarly, the number 666 probably refers to Roman Emperor Nero)

Lilith: Because I committed to Lucifer as a goat, but still wanted to implement the snake theme, I gave it to Lilith. I wanted to give her snake hair, but also maintain the flow of her long hair. So I decided to give her 7 snakes, each to represent one of the deadly sins. The top one represents pride. They're all named, like Charlie's.

Pride=Vani(Vanity), Greed=Ava(Avarice), Lust=Libby(Libido), Envy=Desi(Desire), Gluttony=Tony(Gluttony), Wrath=Irene(Ire), and Sloth=Sloth(...)

Overall, I haven't fully decided what I want to do with Lilith. It would probably help if we had more canon info on her. Is she secretly an antagonist? Or is there something else going on? Regardless, I enjoyed designing her.

I had this whole tangent about the mythological origins of Lilith, and how she's not actually a biblical character at all. It got too long winded so I cut it. But basically, liliths were a type of demon in Middle East/Mesopotamian cultures. Then a satirical Jewish story written in the medieval era made Lilith Adam's first wife, then she ran off with the Great Demon and started having 100 demon babies a day. She had to promise three angels that she wouldn't hurt any human newborns if they had a special amulet. She was associated with seduction and child-killing. She wasn't a feminist figure until the 1970s. She was just evil before that. Read HERE if you want more info about it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #sketchbook tour #a3 art #fan art #traditional art #sketches

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ven-on-trial · 2 years ago

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Ascending Heaven

Aki Hayakawa x AFAB!Reader x Angel Devil

warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, afab!reader (reader has breasts & a vagina), they/them pronouns for reader, unlabelled poly relationship, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, handjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, reader on top & bottom, smoking, mentions of death

wc: 4.0k

summary: "It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in."

this is the first full smutfic i've posted so uhh i will apologise in advance if the smut itself is a little janky in places im still not entirely used to writing it lmfao. also i swear they are protected but it is 5am i have worked on this for 9hrs straight and i do not have the energy to edit a mention in pls forgive me ;-;

Smoke lingers in the air as Aki passes his cigarette across to you between two lithe fingers, stretched out languidly across his bed whilst you sit propped up with plump pillows against the headboard.

He has long since taken down his hair, allowing the shoulder-length black strands to fall loose across his shoulders and frame his face. You think he looks much prettier like this, more unwound and destressed, like the burden of existence has abandoned him for just a moment.

Seeing him so unashamedly himself in these late evening encounters ignites something within your soul, something tepid but sturdy, like the early flickering embers of a roaring fire. Like a hearth, nestled in the centre of a grand living room, its small yet radiant heat enough to warm the entire space. And when he leans his head back, smiles, and lets out an unbridled amused chuckle, you know you’re lucky enough to be seeing him at his most comfortable.

Though he is still in his work clothes, blazer left by the front door already, with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons popped open, it looks like he has found a new sense of freedom within the four walls of this room. With you, and with the man who sits comfortably in the armchair on the far side of the room, eyes on you as he waits for you to pass across the cigarette.

Angel Devil is something all of his own entirely. He is still fully dressed, not a single crease out of place in his attire, as he rests his head lazily atop his arms, long lashes batting at you in such an enticing way that it is a wonder you haven’t risen from your spot and plonked yourself in his lap already.

His wings are tucked up flat behind his back, angled just right with how he has bent forwards so that they aren’t being squished against the chair. They flex subconsciously with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, almost like they’ve a life of their own separately to him.

Angel is, you think, so very deserving of his namesake. Ethereal and otherworldly as he smiles fondly at you, the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting off his halo and casting faint golden slivers across the bed and the walls. It is like he is trying to illuminate yours and Aki’s resting forms from where he sits, gentle kisses of light heavensent, his own personal rendition of an embrace.

There is no name given to the situation that the three of you have found yourselves in, though there certainly are plenty if you were to sit and think about it. It’s fairer that way, you decided early on, to each of you. After all, the Public Safety Division isn’t exactly the place one works when they want to maintain lasting relationships with other people.

And yet you always find yourselves in each others’ company of a night.

Sometimes it’s just two of you, if someone is unlucky enough to have to work late. But more often than not it is all three, sitting together like this in Aki’s bedroom, passing cigarettes between each other as if it were utter blasphemy to each nurse your own.

Perhaps it is something about the intimacy of the action, the indirect kiss (as childish as Aki might deign to tell you it is), and the bond of trust that comes with directly sharing the little nicotine sticks like this. Whatever it is, it is tinged with a fervent emotion, an unfathomable longing that brings you back to one another night after night. The desire to be whole, maybe, to fill the void that lingers within the shell of your heart.

And it is this same intangible desire that has Aki bringing a fallow hand to your cheek and pulling you to him when you return to the bed, pressing kisses to you with all the same admiration as a hoarder with their grandest treasure. His lips pass against you like static, a pleasant tingling sensation that blossoms out from the point of impact and ripples across your skin.

It is so very easy to fall into a rhythm when you kiss, senses heightened by sheer virtue of touching one another, the culmination of the past few weeks of teasing and flirting finally coming to fruition now that you have the chance to have one another like this.

Angel finishes the smoke you’ve just given him, stubs it out on the little ashtray he’s kept on one of the chair arms. “I can go,” he offers, causing you to lift your head and turn to him, “if you want to… carry this on?”

But you are reluctant as he says this, and a shared glance with Aki tells you that he is as well. It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in.

“You don’t have to leave,” Aki says. “We don’t have to do anything if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, or make you go home.”

“I know it helps you unwind,” Angel pouts, rising to his feet. Of course, thinking of your wellbeing no matter how much he’ll insist he doesn’t really care. “And I can’t get involved anyway, so why stay?”

“Angel, darling, why don’t you tell us how you want us?” you suggest, fidgeting against the plush sheets beneath you. “This way you can be a part of it too. It’s not fair to ask you to leave, after all.”

It takes a moment for Angel to respond, the wires in his brain short-circuiting at your proposal. He’s frozen in stasis at first between standing and sitting, hands still gripping the arms of the chair in mid-lift. His gaze flickers between you and Aki, both of whom look back expectantly as you await an answer. The reality of your proposition seems to be sinking in as his mouth opens and closes, words forming but not quite escaping.

And then he sits. And then he speaks.

“On top,” he says hesitantly. “I want you to be on top of him.”

Obediently, Aki moves to lay beside you, fingertips lingering against your waist to coax you into straddling him.

After a few airy laughs whilst you fumble and reposition yourself on his lap, you are at last sat the way that Angel has directed. Aki’s cock strains in his trousers and presses against your clothed pussy as he reaches up to claim your lips, rubbing in just the right way to catch your breath in your throat.

Aki steals the hitched air from you, swallowing it as he kisses you hard, hastily unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. You shrug it off the rest of the way, tossing it to some imageless void on the far side of the room, reaching down to unzip Aki’s trousers as he grinds urgently against you.

“Is this… good for you?” you check with Angel, resting your head upon Aki’s shoulder as he works at unclasping your bra. He is watching with wide eyes, blown-out pupils, and a wavering breath. Giving you a furtive nod in response in lieu of verbal coherency, you take his actions as a sign to continue and lean back on Aki’s lap, tenderly pulling his cock free from his boxers. “Okay, let me know if you want us to stop. That goes to both of you, of course.”

Aki’s warm breath fans against your cheeks heavily in anticipation as his eyes close and his chest heaves. Your hand finds his dick readily and he rises to your touch as you grip him, a needy whine slipping from parted lips. He falls into a responsive acquiescence easily whilst in your hands, pliable like putty, and the quiet moans that spill from him sound so pretty as they roll down his chin.

“Tell me, Aki,” Angel hums, confidence finding him now as he folds one leg elegantly across the other, leaning back in the chair, “how does it feel with them touching you?”

“Good,” Aki pants, “feels so good.”

“You can give him more than that, my love,” you urge, kissing along the side of Aki’s neck. “What exactly feels good?”

Accented by a particularly loud gasp as you squeeze the base of Aki’s cock, he murmurs, “feels good when you do that, when you’re rough with me, please.”

“Good boy,” you say, pressing another kiss for praise. His nails dig into your shoulderblades as you stroke him, the slight biting pain keeping you grounded.

With your full attention on Aki now, him reverent and hot beneath your wandering hands, you can hear Angel shifting to your right. It must be just as torturous to him, watching his partners engaging with one another’s bodies and being unable to join in, as it is for the pair of you missing out on the chance to touch him in turn.

His direction is indulgent, selfish, urging you to shift whenever you get a little too into the moment, just so he can get the best view possible. But it is worth it, to feel him there with you in any regard. And Aki is even more responsive tonight than when you fuck alone, as though the sensation of being watched and commanded has heightened his senses and elevated him into a separate state of bliss.

There is something about the three of you occupying this space together, even if you weren’t currently hazed with carnal desire, that feels like you have sequestered yourselves away in a personal segment of paradise. Nobody can encroach on your privacy here, no public safety offices, no death, no destruction, no annoyingly endearing not-quite-explicitly adopted teenagers. The weight of reality has lifted from your shoulders as though it has evaporated into the air around you, still present, but now negligible here.

“Fuck,” Aki moans, dragging the tips of his fingers against your flesh as he reaches for your clit, desperate to hold as much of you as he can every step of the way. Your movements jolt as the sweet friction of his gently circling thumb wracks through your body, and you swear that the room starts to spin when you rock against him to encourage him to press in deeper.

As the first orgasm of the night hits you, it is steady, building up like a stream of bubbles and bursting in billowing swells. Aki’s cum spills out onto your stomach and you press your forehead to his as you both ride out the last few thrusts of your climax, peppering feathery kisses to the tip of his nose.

“Do you want us to do anything else?” Aki asks to Angel, absently running his hand across your shoulder as you come down from your high.

“Could you… eat them out?” Angel suggests. You can see how his wings twitch in anticipation, as does his cock, at the thought, and it brings the heat pooling back to your pelvis already.

Aki’s attention turns to you- “you okay with that?”- and when you nod eagerly, situating yourself on your back and spreading your thighs invitingly, he laughs at your enthusiasm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You’re already soaked from earlier, your sweet pussy glistening in the light as Aki grasps onto your hips and settles between your thighs. His tongue is so hot when it presses against you, runs through your folds and laps at your clit. Fingers threading through his hair, your head falls against the pillows, crying out when his tongue dips inside you.

Aki eats you out with practice, with fervour, taking breaks to nip across the expanse of your thighs until they are squeezing either side of his head and you are quietly urging him to continue, to stay right there and to keep doing that, just like that, good boy.

“Make a mess for us,” Angel commands, voice soft and light and so pretty as it breaks through the symphony of your moans and Aki’s gentle hums of affirmation echoing as praise against your dripping cunt.

It is all you need to spill over the edge for a second time, crying out incoherently as this orgasm hits you harder and with far much more sensitivity. Your clit aches through the aftershocks, cunt clenching at the sudden lack of friction.

“Fuck,” you say, tone imbued with a giggle as the last throbs of pleasure ebb and flow from your body. “I hope you guys don’t want to do anything else tonight, I don’t think I can take it.”

“Sure you can,” Aki taunts playfully, leaning in close to steal a kiss. “Just one more?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you laugh harder, squealing as he continues to smother your face in kisses.

“What about if it’s for Angel?” Aki says, gently turning your head to face the devil in question. You exchange a glance with him, drinking in the blissed out but certainly not sated expression that glimmers in his eyes, as Aki whispers against your ear. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint our sweet boy when he’s been so patient with us, would you?”

“Okay,” you hum in agreement, “for Angel. That okay, baby?”

Angel perks up as you call across to him and voices his approval, readjusting his position on the armchair to get comfortable once more.

There is a quiet moment as Aki positions himself over you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other steady on your hip, where those gentle glimmering reflections from Angel’s halo paint the room once more. You are bathed in gold for several seconds, which stretch into endless hours as your breaths intermingle in the space between you, chests rising and falling in sync.

Angel may not be able to physically touch either of you right now but it is more obvious in these few seconds than it has been all evening that he is so intrinsically tangled into your lovemaking tonight. When Aki pushes into you, it is Angel’s name you gasp into his shoulder, and if you were not so drowned out in the pleasure of feeling full, you would have heard the same name tumble from Aki’s lips in turn.

You are so used to the sensation of Aki by now that you could map his body blind, but there is something new in the mix tonight and it leaves everything feeling so much fresher, as though you’ve been dropped back into unchartered territory and told to make your way out again. It is thrilling, addictive even, to feel Aki, to revel in the warmth of his body against yours and the familiar sound of his hips slapping against your own, whilst hearing another voice in the mix, another set of frantic breaths and another scent that mixes with the familiar smell of your usual sex and turns it into something so much more.

“Does that feel good?” Angel pipes up airily, earning muffled groans of satisfaction in response as you find a steady rhythm to match Aki’s thrusts and your cunt starts to clench around his cock. He beckons your attention with a lilting call of your name. “How does it feel to be so stuffed with Aki’s cock?”

“Angel,” you whine, fingers digging into the firm curve of Aki’s ass to draw him deeper within you, to feel every single inch of him as he fucks you, “stop teasing.”

“What do you think I could do if I were there too?” he continues, paying no mind to your half-hearted protests. “Maybe I’d take your ass whilst Aki fucks you… or you could have my dick in your mouth. Perhaps I’d fuck Aki whilst he fucks you- oh, you both seem to like that one.”

Despite his words, Angel is just as flushed and dishevelled as the pair of you, his own hand tightly fisting his dick and his hair a mess cascading across his shoulders as he slumps heavily into the armchair he occupies.

He garners more confidence in the heat of the moment, becoming more vocal, as though he has to babble out every thought in his mind whilst he unravels. And you certainly can’t say you mind it, as each word brings you closer to the edge, brings Aki closer, hot breaths mingling as you dip in to steal a kiss, and another, and a third whilst he fucks into you.

Aki’s cock pulses as his thrusts falter, as he kisses you with such unbridled vigour that the air is stolen entirely from your lungs for the second time tonight and you feel lightheaded when your third orgasm of the night finally comes crashing over you in waves. Your body feels electric, alive, like every single nerve is awake and feeling absolutely every single sensation coursing through you.

In your ears and the base of your neck, you feel your own heartbeat thudding.

Aki takes your face so tenderly in his large hands as you come down from your high, placing sloppy haphazard lips to your forehead and nose and chin.

As your head lulls to the side, you see Angel with parted lips and flushed cheeks, hand still resting atop his softening cock and cum painting his chest as he watches you fondly. You smile across at him and the little quirk of his lips in response is enough to sate you before Aki steals your attention once more.

“I’m gonna get some stuff to clean us up, okay?”

“Mmh,” you nod slowly, “okay.”

With the bed to yourself, you spread your arms out and stretch your muscles to realign yourself in the wake of your previous activity. Getting comfortable in the middle of the pillows, you turn to Angel again.

“Was this good for you?” you ask quietly. “I mean… I know it can’t be the same as the real thing, but did it help?”

“It did,” he says. “It was better than I thought it could be.”

“I’m glad,” you say. “We've wanted to find a way for you to join us in this for so long.”

“I’ve wanted that, too,” Angel agrees, stretching out his wings and groaning under the exertion. “You both look so pretty when you’re fucking like that, you know.”

Giggling, you toss one of the throw pillows across at him- “don’t say that! -” but he catches it easily and cradles it to his chest as he laughs back at you.

He looks adorable like this, cheeks and nose still pink, even his chest dusted lightly with red, and sweat making the shorter strands of hair on his forehead cling to the skin. Pillow clutched against him like a lifeline, tight in his grasp as though he's trying to substitute it for something else.

"I want to touch you so badly," he complains, sighing as he collapses back into the chair again. "You think Aki will be up for another round?"

"Not tonight," the man in question replies smoothly, tossing a spare towel across the room. Angel doesn't catch this one as easily, the fabric instead thwacking him square in the face and skewing over his head. "We've got work in the morning."

The pout Angel gives as an attempt to convince Aki otherwise fails to win out, whilst Aki attentively cleans you up. He runs a warm damp washcloth across you to wipe away the cum staining your cunt and stomach, patting your thighs to encourage you to spread open again for him. "C'mon, the quicker I do this the sooner we can all cuddle."

Which has Angel practically scrambling to clean himself up in turn, getting up and heading to the chest of drawers by the window to rummage through Aki's old shirts. A looser one procured for himself, one he slit holes for his wings in long ago, lays folded neatly on the top and he hangs it across his forearm as he digs around for another one for you.

"Ooh, that one!" you declare as you spot your favourite, a baggy old thing that was already several sizes too large for Aki when he first got it, and you catch it when Angel tosses it across to you. You lose yourself in the soft cotton fabric as you wrestle it over your head, but eventually it is on and you finish up your bedtime outfit with the bottoms you brought with you.

Aki has since settled into bed beside you, arms around your middle and drawing you close into him. It’s far easier to lay yourself wholly against Aki, with no worries about how you’re positioned. His chest is broad and comfortable, pectorals like pillows as you nestle against them, and his thick arms squeeze you gently whenever you shift, like he’s reassuring you that he’s still there.

And although it is a little more awkward to situate Angel, you choose to be the one closest to him when you lay like this in case of accidents. After an argument following the discovery of Aki’s remaining lifespan, you had decided that it was less risky to situate you in between the pair of them. You had the chance to have a much longer life ahead of you, more to get away with on the very unlikely chance that Angel would sap something from you as you all sleep.

Angel gets to bury his head into your chest this way, though, embracing you as fully as he can manage, with his mouth in the perfect vicinity to press grateful kisses against your clothed collarbone and along the slope of your breasts as you allow sleep to take hold of your weary forms. Loose strands of fine pink hair tickle your chin as you resist the urge to kiss atop it- just in case- and you lean your own head back into Aki’s chest as he runs his hand idly along Angel’s covered shoulder.

You’re sandwiched between the two of them, really. A physical buffer, a conduit of the tender affection that passes through the veins of all three bodies like a live electric current, like the three of you, when kept together, are a complete circuit pulsing with something far beyond any of your comprehension.

And yet none of you could ask for more as the early hours of the morning draw near and the city lights filter beneath the thick blackout curtains, a subtle reminder that the return of the life you’ve spent the evening avoiding approaches ever nearer with each passing second.

You’ll wake in the morning to Angel somewhere across the other side of the room, having shifted impossibly in the night and practically flung himself off the bed. Aki will have risen before you and left to make breakfast for the pair of you, and for the insatiable teens that will almost certainly be the cause of your awakening in the first place. The bed will be yours alone for those first few solitary minutes of the day, before you finally have to force yourself from your reverie and face the world.

But it is home.

And it is enough.

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Some scholarly notes about the Grimm fairytales (1)

Recently in France (well... for the last two dozen years), the publishing house José Corti has been specializing itself in scientific fairytales collections. While for the study of literary fairytales one would go towards Honoré Champion, when it comes to folktales and fairytales it is José Corti one must check. In their "Merveilleux" collection they have been publishing for the very first time in France or republishing out-of-prints collections of various European fairytales (from Denmark, Spain, Romania, and more) - with a few classics of the "literary" fairytales that marked deeply the evolution of the genre (such as Straparola's Facetious Nights or Ludwig Bechstein's fairytales).

All of that to say, José Corti has in 2009 published the most recent scientific (but for an all-public) edition of the brothers Grimm fairytales. The full collection of their fairytales, translated accurately in French, with annotations about their type/classification, their evolution throughout editions and their predecessors. I can't share all of these annotations with you, of course, but I can share a handful of them, about the most famous stories of the Grimm. They all come from the same person who translated the story in this edition: Natacha Rimasson-Fertin. (Of course my notes might be incomplete but hey, you'll have to buy the books to see the whole thing :p Or check them out at your local library)

The devil with three golden hairs (Der Teufel mit den dre goldenen Haaren)

This story is at the crossroa between the Aa-Th 461 "Three hair from the devil's beard" ; the AT 460B "The quest for fortune" and the AT 93à "Urie's letter/The prophecy".

In the 1812 edition, there were two different versions of this tale. Story number 29 "The story of the devil with three golden hair", told by Amalia Hassenpflug, and number 75, "The phenix", told by her sister Mary. In the second version the devil was replaced by a phoenix, and the hero had to get three feathers. In the 1819 edition the two stories disappeared and were replaced by the version we know today, told by Dorothea Viehmann. Another version that the Grimms had collected in 1812 had a princess falling in love with the woodsman that cuts a tree below her window.

The final episode, where the hero asks three questions to the devil through the old woman, echoes the Pentamerone's "The Seven Doves". Other versions of this story include Asbjörnsen-Moe's "The wealthy Peter Krämer", and Afanassiev's "Marco the Wealthy and Vassili the Unfortunate". The story of the brothers Grimm gathers several references to the Bible: the child throw in the water echoes Moses' abandonment, the letter meant to kill the hero is similar to the one David uses to kill Urie, finally the hair as holders of a being's wisdom and strength is linked to the legend of Samson and Dalila. But many other elements of the story evoke older faiths. The idea of a body of water as the frontier with the Otherworld can be found in the Classical Antiquity with the Greek Charon, and is found in other stories of the volume, such as "Frau Holle" and "The Iron Stove" - it as believed that water formed an obstacle spirits could not cross. The hero's mission recalls a tale of Saxo Grammaticus where Thorkill enters Utgard (the realm of supernatural beings) to steal a hair from the beard of Utgard-loki. The brothers Grimm had noted that the belief in the exceptional fate of a child born with a "hood" was also found in Iceland, where the "caul", called Glückshaut (skin of luck) was the home of a genie that would follow the child all of his life. And indeed, modern research has proven that the name given to this caul, the "fyljia" was also the name of a spiritual double, a tutlar spirit tied to a person or a family. This is why the tradition was to preserve and hide this "pileus naturalis" - in Belgium, it was called a "hem" and its color allowed for divination rituals about the child's future.

The girl without hands (Das Mädchen ohne Hände)

This fairytale is actually a cross between the AT type 706 "The maiden without hands" and the AT 930 "Urie's letter/The prophecy". The story was created by the brothers mixing two versions from Hesse, one told by Mary Hassenpflug, the other by Dorothea Viehmann. The second version lacks this story's introduction and begins with a father trying to marry his own daughter - when she refuses, he cuts off her hands and breasts, and chases her out of his house. It then follows the story. Meanwhile, the first version differs when the heroine is with her child in the forest: an old man tells her to hug three time a tree with her arms, which makes her hands grow again. He also tells her to only open the door of her house to one who will ask to enter "for the love of God" three times in a row - the king will be forced to do this before entering.

Outside of these two main versions, the brothers Grimm collected three additional ones. In the first, the angel that guides the girl is replaced by a small light that descends from the sky ; and the hands of the girl grow back when she plunges her arms in a stream after seeing a blind mouse enter its water to regain its sight. In the second version, a man is upset at his little girl praying for him day and night, but since she refuses to stop despite his demands, he cuts off her tongue. But she prays in thought and makes the sign of the cross, so he cuts off her right hand, then her arm all the way to the elbow, before banishing her. She is saved by a hunter that hides her in his master's domain and feeds her in secret with his master's dogs. When the master discovers this, he decides to raise the girl as his own child. One day she gives money to a poor man, who tells her she will regain her arm and tongue if she goes to drink of a certain stream, and he gives her a magical staff to protect her. When she returns at the lord's house, he marries her. The third version is about a queen banished by her husband with her two children, and is identical to the legend of saint Helen.

Other international versions of the tale include Zingerle's "The pretty daughter of the innkeeper", Basile's "Penta the one-armed girl" and Afanassiev's "The young girl without hands". There are some versions where it is a man that is mutlated, such as Afanassiev's "The brave without legs and the blind brave". The roots of this story date back to the end of the 12th century, and are located in southern England - this tale was the subject of numerous literary adaptations, the most famous being the verse romance of the 13th century "The Beautiful Helen of Constantinople".

The motif of the child sold to the devil is recurring among the Grimm fairytales - even though the character of the devil can be replaced by another supernatural being, such as in "Rapunzel" or "The Nixie of the Mill-Pond". The idea of offering the first thing one sees upon returning home is as old as the Ancient Testament (Judges). This story bears the signs of a heavy Christianiation, and was clearly inspired by the legend of Saint Genevieve of Brabant, falsefely accused of being unfaithful and condemned to death with her newborn child. The executioners take pity on her and she lives alone in the woods for seven years. As with other tales from the Grimm collection, this story mixes the Christian fantasy (the hands that regrow are treated as a Christian miracle) with pagan fantasy (there are several elements of folk-magic, such as the circle the girl draws around her to be protected from the devil, or the accusations of the queen giving birth to a changeling - a changeling also appears in the third story of "The Elves", KHM 39).

The Robber Bridegroom (Der Räuberbräutigam)

This story belongs to the fairytale type Aa-Th 955, named after it: "The robber bridegroom".

The tale was told to Jacob Grimm by Mary Hassenpflug, and was present as early as the 1810 manuscript. However this first version, that the brothers deemed "incomplete" was replaced from the 1812 edition onward by a new version which mixed two versions from Lower-Hesse. The brothers noted the existence of another version where the robber indicated the road to his house to a princess, by tying ribbons around the trees.

Ludwig Bechstein took inspiration from the brothers Grimm's tale to create his own "The Robber Bridegroom". This fairytale, like "Fichter's Bird", belongs to the "Bluebeard cycle" (several tales that the brothers removed from their first edition also belonged to this cycle).

Fitcher's Bird (Fitchers Vogel)

This tale is a variation of the Aa-Th 311 "The heroine rescues herself and her sisters", usually classified under the "Bluebeard" category.

The final text of the Grimms is actually a mix of two different versions of the same story that was told to the brothers by both Friedrike Mannel and Dortchen Wild. The Grimms noted the existence of a version from Hanovre which goes as follow: a poor woodcutter asks his daughter to bring him his meal in the forest, and to show them the way he places peas on the floor. However dwarves notice this, and change the emplacement of the pea so that their path leads to their grotto. The older girl follows the peas, and become the dwarves' slave. Then we have the Bluebeard "forbidden room" motif, and the story goes as the "Fitcher's Bird" goes, as the dwarves lure the two other sisters to their cave. The last sister sticks the feathers on her body by rolling herself in blood (presumably the blood of the dwarves' victims), and there is no resurrection of the sisters. Everybody that meets her on the way call her "geputzter Vogel". The dwarves hunt the girl down and almost catch her just as she reaches her father's house - she is so fast in closing the door that it cuts a piece of her heel. The Grimms also knew of a Dutch version of the story, translated in German, and that was identical to one of their first-editions tales, "The Murder-Castle".

The translation of the name of the "bird" always caused many problems, due to the difficulty of understanding the expression. The brothers Grimm themselves explained the name of the bird by the Icelandic "Fitfuglar", meaning "birds that swim" - as such, the girl would be called "Fitchers-Vogel" because she looks like a swan". However, other people do not agree with this etymology, some linking Fitcher with "Fitze", the thread. Rimasson-Fertin highlights that the expression "Fitchers Fitze", outside of a simple sonority game, might be two variations of the male name Fritz (the diminutive of Friedrich) - other usual diminutives were Fitze, Fitz and Fiete. The brothers Grimm noted that the motif of the blood that cannot be erased was much older than Perrault's Bluebeard - it could be found as early as the "Gesta Romanorum", where a mother who had murdered her child couldn't erase three blood-drops from her hand, forcing her to wear a glove. This story must be compared to the KHM 40, "The Robber Bridegroom".

The Juniper Tree (Von dem Machandelboom)

It is the AaTh 720 "My mother killed me, my father ate me".

Just like the tale of "The Fisherman and his wife", this story was written by the painter P. O. Runge, and the brothers Grimm used it as a model for how they should present their own fairy tales. In fact, we can note sentences almost identical between the two tales.

The brothers noted a variation of the story where the stepmother places her daughter near the pot where her brother cooks, and she forbids her from looking inside. But since the pot boils too much, the girl lifts the lid - then her brother's hand reaches out to her from the cauldron. There is yet another version noted by the Grimm where there are three children, not two, and the stepmother sends them pick up strawberries in the wood, promising an apple to whoever comes back first.

The cruelty of this fairytale earned the brothers a serious criticism from Achim von Arnim - who only tolerated such violence because it echoed the one present in Goethe's Faust. The description "red as blood, white as snow" of course echoes the tale of "Snow-White". The brothers Grimm mentionned in their notes that the juniper tree was a plant believed to have the power to bring back youth - and Rölleke noted that the juniper-tree's red berries were used in folk-magic. It seems to be a very ancient tale due to several very old motifs such as the soul returning in the shape of a bird, a resurrection out of bones, and cannibalism. This tale must be compared to "Brother Lustig", "The Singing Bone" and, of course, "The Fisherman and his wife".

Briar Rose (Dornröschen)

Of course, it is the AaTh 410 "Sleeping Beauty".

This fairytale was present as early as the 1810 manuscript, written by Jacob Grimm from a tale told by Marie Hassenpflug. Research has proven that this story is derived from Charles Perrault's own Sleeping Beauty. We also find back in the German story a motif coming from another famous French literary fairytale, madame d'Aulnoy's "The Hind in the Woods/The Doe in the Woods" (also known as the White Doe). In this story a Crayfish/Lobster fairy announces to the queen she will have a child, and later the same fairy curses the princess as she is born - and what a coincidence! In the first edition of "Briar Rose", the animal that announces the princess' birth is not a frog... but a crayfish. Proving that there is a direct link. As for the name of the princess n German, "Dornröschen", "small briar rose", it actually first appeared in the German translation of a 1730 fairytale by Anthony Hamilton (an Irish man who however spoke and wrote French), "Fleur d'épine" (Thorn flower/Briar flower) - it had been translated in 1790. Bolte and Polivka have also noted a comedy by Gryphius from 1660 whch was named "Die geliebte Dornrose", "The beloved briar rose".

In their notes about the fairytale, the Grimm brothers explicitely compare Briar Rose to the legend of Brunhild asleep behind a wall of fire, cursed into a magical slumber by Odin's "sleep-thorn" and woken up by Sigurd, the only one able to cross the wall of flames. The brothers Grimm were also aware of Basile's version of the story, "Thalia, Sun and Moon", which they compared to their own Briar Rose in their notes. The brothers were very fascinated by the consistant naming of the princess' children from Perrault (Dawn, Day) to Basile (Sun, Moon) and compared it to the occurences of "Day, Sun and Moon" as names within the Eddas. However we know that Perrault was heavily inspired by Basile's story when writing his own Sleeping Beauty, and only modified some parts so as to erase the more shocking and "unpleasant" parts (such as the married prince having sex with the sleeping girl). Of course, this story is also to be compared with the 14th century medieval tale of the Roman de Perceforest.

The wise women that appear in this story are the Germanic equivalent of the fairies. In fact, we know that the brothers Grimm carefully avoided (or erased) any mention of "Fee" (the German word for the English "fairy" and French "fée") from their tales, so as to better differentiate them from the French "fairy tales", "contes de fées". By turning the fairies into wise women making predictions at the child's birth, the Grimms notably opened an entire set of symbolism and interpretations linking them to the mythological figures of the Norns, Parcae and Moirai.

Snow White (Schneewittchen)

Of course, it is the AaTh 709 "Snow-White".

The full editing history of this tale was only "recently" recreated (the book was published in 2009, it was recent back then) in its entirety. We know that it begins in 1808 with a version collected by Ferdinand Grimm, brother of Jacob and Wilhelm, called "Schneeweibchen". It seems Ferdinand might have invented the story on his own. Wilhelm and Jacob then slowly modified it, by adding details from other collected versions, before publishing it in their first edition in 1810 (they did note at the time that it was a Lower-Germany story, and that in Upper-Germany the tale did exist but with the deformed name of "Schliwitchen". When the Grimms did their second edition, the main change they performed onto this story was the modification of the wicked mother into a wicked stepmother - something they also did for "Hansel and Gretel". In fact, from edition to edition the Grimms kept adding adjectives and expressons highlighting the opposition between the girl and the vain queen.

Th Grimms had collected several variations of the tale. One was much closer to the tale of "The Juniper Tree" and in it the queen, as she was with the king on a hunting sled, cut her finger while peeling an apple. In another variation the king and queen were walking by three mounts of snow, than went by three pools of blood, and finally saw three ravens in the sky, and each time the king wishes for a girl with the corresponding colors - soon afterward the couple encountered a little girl fitting this description. The king, immediately attached to her, takes her with him in their royal carriage, but the queen immediately hates her and tries to get rid of her - so she asks the girl to go seek a glove she threw out of the window, and while she is out of the carriage she asks the driver to leave as fast as he can. Then the little girl takes refuge at the seven dwarves' house.

The fairytale existed in German literature before the brothers Grimm published it. Indeed J. A. Musaüs had published in 1782 a fairytale called "Richilde" - and the Grimm were influenced by this tale, since in the margins of their first edition, they noted about Snow-White "It is Musaüs' Richilde". There was also a Snow-White story that had been published in 1809 in a fairytale book by A. L. Grimm (no relationship to the brothers Grimm). The Brothers Grimm did note the striking similarity between this story and the Norse pseudo-historical legend of Snäsridr, the beautiful wife of "Harald with fair hair", a wife that, when she died, stayed in her prime state so that it seemed she was still alive.

This fairy-tale has a very wide area of spreading, as it can be found from Ireland to Turkey passing by central Africa. It is especially present in the literary Italian compilations of fairytales. Basile has three variations of the story in his Pentamerone: "The raven", "Nennillo and Nennella" as well as "The she-cook".

The various virtues that Snow-White shows in this tale made her one of the big role models within the education of bourgeoisie girls in the 19th century - alongside Cinderella, of course. In fact, according to H-J Uther's analysis of the story, it is because of all her virtues that Snow-White's beauty does not fade away and stays undamaged even in death, unlike her wicked stepmother whose vices causes the fading of her charms. Finally, this fairytale is actually the proof that the brothers Grimm did not simply listed their fairytales one after the other in a random order, but deliberately created "bridges" and internal references to create a cohesive world within their book. Indeed, the mention of the snowflakes looking like feathers references "Frau Holle", while the glass coffin can be found back in, of course, "The Glass Coffin", and the blood-drops on the snow evokes "The Juniper Tree".

Rumpelstilzchen

Yes this story is the famous "Rumpelstilskin" (or Rumpelstiltskin? I never know how to write it in English). But why keep the German spelling? Because Rimasson-Fertin has some stuff to say about it: this name is the diminutive form of "Rumpelstilz", a term that Jacob Grimm defined in his "German Dictionary" as being synonymous with "poltergeist" (he noted a similarity between Poltergeist and Rumpelgeist, both designated a very loud spirit). While today "poltergeist" is mostly associated with ghosts, in a much broader way it designate a dwarf, a dead or a devil - or just any kind of phenomenon caused by witchcraft.

This story corresponds to the AaTh 500 "The name of the supernatural being". This fairytale has an interesting evolution history... Jacob Grimm had a version of it as early as 1808, named "Rumpenstünzchen", which was then slightly modified for the 1810 manuscript. This tale was actually the mix of two different versions - and one of these versions had a different ending. The queen didn't sent messengers searching for the dwarf's name, rather the king spotted the little man while returning from hunting on the third day. The Grimm also noted a variation where the initial situation was reversed: a young girl who had to spin hemp but could only manage to spin gold much to everybody's despair, and a small man appeared to promise her a wedding to a king's son in exchange for her firstborn child. It ended in such a way: the queen herself spotted the small man singing his name, jumping around a fire while riding a ladle like a horse. When she guessed his name, he flew out of the window and into the sky, riding the ladle like a witch's broom. We know that the episode of the spinning of the straw was only added by the Grimm in 1812 (it is not in the 1810 version), and that the final scene of the dwarf self-mutilating comes from a story of Lisette Wild and was added in 1819.

The first literary record of this story is a French fairytale published in 1705 and written by Mlle Marie-Jeanne L'Héritier de Villandon. It was "L'Histoire de Ricdin-Ricdon" (The Tale of Ricdin-Ricdon), published in her "La Tour ténébreuse et les jours lumineux" (The Shadowy tower and the luminous days). It had been translated in German by Johann Gottwert Müller in 1790, under the title "Straubfedern", "Ostrich feathers". As for the name "Rumpelstilzchen", it actually originates from Johann Fischart's Grman adaptation of the French "Gargantua", "Geschichtklitterung" (1584) - in it, Fischart lists various children game by name, and mentions a "Rumpele stilt oder der Poppart".

This fairytale type is very present in Western, Central and Northern Europe (British Isles and Ireland included), with also a few spottings in the Baltic countries, China and Japan. The name of the supernatural being always changes from one region or country to the next (in Swiss it is Hans-Öfeli, in Dutch Trillevip, in Swedish Titteliture, in Finnish Tuttirituli, in the Suffolk it is Tom Tit Tot, in Welsh Gnarwynathrot, in Irish it is Eve-Trot or Trit-a-Trot...). It is part of the enormous success of this tale-type: every country has to invent its own brand of nonsensical, un-guessable name. As for the rhymed song through which the dwarf betrays its name, it is found in England as "Nimmy nimmy not / My name is Tom Tit Tot", and in an Afro-American version of North Carolina "I'm so glad that she do not know / That my name is Tabutoe Tambutoe".

The brothers Grimm noted that in Germanic mythology it was typical for underground beings (aka dwarfs) to have names that are not usual among humankind, which is why, again according to them, the dwarf of this story would feel in perfect safety proposing the queen such a game. The rule according to which obtaining the name of a supernatural being means gaining a form of power over them is very common, and is even reused in another one of the Grimm stories: KHM 136, "Iron John". H. Rölleke did an analysis of the names the queen proposes at first: we have the three names of the Magi, aka the Three Wise Men, or King-Magi, which gives a Christian setting to the story, and could also serve as a metonymy for all the saint names found in the Christian calendar. As for "Heinz" and "Kunz", Rölleke sees in them the diminutives of the names of the medieval emperors Heinrich and Konrad, which used to be some of the most popular male names among German-speaking countries.

All-Kinds-of-Fur (Allerleirauh)

It corresponds to the AaTh 510B "The dresses of gold, silver and stars", also known as "Donkey Skin", after the famous Charles Perrault fairytales.

The story we read today was the one told to the Grimm by Dortchen Wild, but there was a variation of it told to the brothers by Jeannette Hassenpflug, "Princess Mouse-Skin", which was present in the 1812's edition of the volume (n°71) but was then moves to the annotations as a mere mention. The version of the story from the first draft (the 1810 manuscript) was called "Allerlei Rauch", "All Kinds of Smoke", and was heavily inspired by one of the tales present within the novel "Schilly" by Carl Nehrlich.

The line "God forbade a father from marrying his daughter. Nothing good can come from this sin which will cause the kingdom's decadence" was added in the 1819 edition, and references a tale of Albert Ludwig Grimm called "Brunnenhold und Brunnenstark". The brothers Grimm insisted even more on the condamnation of the sin of incest when rewriting the story for their "small collection" for kids, and also insisted heavily upon a political extension of such a decision, which would damage the state itself. It is actually an allussion to the failure of the Frankfort Parliament, which had been gathered in 1848 at the Paulskirche in an attempt to create a constitution for all of Germany - to which Jacob Grimm had taken part.

A variation of the story collected in Paderborn has the last coat made of all the furs of the kingdom, plus moss and various forest-related material. In this version, the heroine puts the cloak on top of her three beautiful dresses before fleeing, and she hides in an empty tree where she is discovered, not during a hunting party, but by woodsman that cut off the tree she was sleeping into, to bring wood to the king. All-Kinds-of-Fur works in the castle's kitchen but one day as she is preparing the soup, the king has her sit on his chair so she can delouse him (a motif also present in "The Devil with Three Golden Hair). As she does, the king glimpses the beautiful shining dress under the cloak's sleeve, and this is how he discovers the girl's true appearance. Another variation of the story yet, also collected in Paderborn, has the heroine pretending to be mute. One day the king hits her with a whip, it rips apart the coat, revealing the golden dress underneath.

Not all the German versions of the story include the incest motif. In Musaüs' take on the story, "Die Nymphe des Brunnens", "The Nymph of the Well", the heroine leaves her father's castle because it has been destroyed. Her godmother, an undine, gifts her a small magical box and when she leaves the ball she says "Night behind me and day before me / Might nobody see me!". As for the version of Hassenpflug, "Princess Mouse-Skin", it begins as the KHM 179, "The Goose-Girl at the Well": a king wants to know which of his three daughters love him the most, the first says she loves him more than the whole kingdom, the second more than pearls and precious stones, the third more than salt. The furious father has the last princess be sent into the woods to be killed, but the servant tasked with the execution spares her out of pity, and gives her, by her request, a coat made of mice skin. The rest of the story goes like within "All-Kinds-of-Fur", except for the final wedding, to which the father-king is invited. All the dishes served to him are without salt, and he ends up saying he prefers to die rather than continue eating without salt. The princess-daughter reveals herself and points out how he tried to had her killed for loving him more than salt. Her father begs her for forgiveness, and the tale ends with her accepting.

The motif of the incest can, however, be found back in a variation of the KHM 31 (The Girl Without Hands) that the Grimms collected, and where the father mutilates the daughter for refusing to marry him. The motif of the king trying to marry his own daughter has been attested in many, many European stories ever since the 12th century. As for the boots that are thrown in the heroine's face in the Grimm story, while in the final edition it has no follow-up, in the 1812 edition it was a recurring element forming a motif within the tale. Another German version of the story that preserved this structure that the Grimms erased is the story collected by Vernaleken, "Throw-Broom, Throw-Brush and Throw-Comb". In it the king throws out of anger at the face of the heroine (Adelaide) a broom, a brush and a comb. Every time she goes to the ball, she changes her pseudonym to fit which item hit her (one night she is "Throw-Broom", another she is "Throw-Brush", etc...). There are many, many variations of the story containing such a "name play".

Other famous examples of this variation, outside of Charles Perrault's Donkeyskin, include Straparola's "The maiden in the chest", Basile's "The She-Bear", Afanassiev's "Pig-Skin".

Jorinde and Joringel (Jorinde und Joringel)

It corresponds to the AaTH 405, named and created after this story, "Jorinde and Joringel".

The interesting thing with this story is that the brothers Grimm did not collect it from a direct source. Rather they lifted it, to the exact word, from the autobiography of Johann Heinrich Jung, "Jugend/Youth", published in 1779. The brothers deemed that the way Jung-Stilling had written the tale was the "perfect" way to tell the story, according to their definition of a fairytale. Though they did note the existence of a version of the story told in Schwalm - but which differs very little from the story of Jung-Stilling.

The brothers Grimm themselves noted a similarity between this story, and the KHM 123, "The Old Woman in the Wood". Rimasson-Fertin notes that the witch in this story is to be compared to the ones appearing in "Hansel and Gretel" and in "Little Brother and Little Sister". As for the name of the demon the witch invokes, "Zachiel", H. Rölleke identified it as a form of "Zachariel", a demon name coming from the very popular 17th century demonology grimoire "Clavicula Salomonis", "The Clavicles of Salomon".

#brothers grimm #grimm fairytales #brothers grimm fairytales #german fairytales #sleeping beauty #briar rose #snow-white #snow white #jorinde and joringel #all kinds of fur #the juniper tree #the devil with three golden hair #the three golden hair of the devil #the robber bridegroom #the maiden without hands #the girl without hands

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gattnk · 5 months ago

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Oh, the mysteries of the Universe! Even with eternity at their disposal, there will always be something new for Cimentus and Putzo to discover and teach.

Here we go! My second-to-last pair of teachers :D I've had way too much fun working on the Golden School staff, I'm almost sad to see them finished.

Cimentus and Putzo are among the many cut characters that didn't make it into the show, which is a shame: other than Arkan and Temptel, I'd argue they're among the best adult characters, their role as comedic relief is impeccable. Here's my usual notes on my work process:

I love working on comedic characters, they give so much room for goofy and eccentric shapes and proportions! I focused on the already exaggerated physical traits present in the source material and brought up as many key features as I could to the forefront.

The comic established both characters' classes as scientific in nature. To represent this, Cimentus and Putzo dress like the archetypical good and evil scientist, respectively: perfect for their new role as Academic Deans of the Cosmic Biophysics faculty. Their eccentric and exaggerated features are meant to combat the misconception that STEM classes are boring: class can't be boring when the teacher looks like that, you know?

The good scientist archetype is easily to distinguish: thick glasses, disorderly hair and, most importantly, a white lab coat. Cimentus already fit the first two criteria, so donning the white lab coat came very naturally to the design. It's also easy to infer his work is associated with a safe class environment: you can tell a lot about a professional's work environment by the type of protective gear they're required to wear in their field. Just needing a cotton lab coat says a lot about angel students as a whole.

The same can be said about Putzo and the evil scientist archetype: rubber boots and the classic Howie lab coat were already present in his original design; my inclusion of rubber gloves and tinted protective glasses simply reinforces the idea that Putzo works with hazardous materials on the regular... probably the devil students themselves. Fun fact: he's the only devil sporting round glasses.

I really loved Cimentus' colors in the comic: blue, white, lavender and cheddar yellow. While I tweaked around the hue and saturation, it remained largely the same. I brought purple to the forefront since it was my darkest color and it contrasted much better against his bright yellow pants. Unspoken rule of funny characters: bright-colored pants are your best friend, make them pop!

Putzo's colors were challenging. I wanted to keep his original palette of reds and greens and tweak it so it would evoke "sickness": finding the right balance between the hues so it conveyed this "air of disease" I was looking for, but also were appealing enough to look at in a cartoon character, was very difficult. He risked looking like a Christmas tree one too many times in the process :V

These two are the only two teachers with a significant age gap between them. Putzo is old enough to have wrinkles and graying hair in addition to his clawed wings and a tail, but it's nothing compared to his counterpart. Cimentus is decidedly the oldest professor in the entire school, which is apparent thanks to his three pairs of wings and his carved halo worn "the old-fashioned way" (the shape was inspired by a protractor).

Small adendum: don't worry about the rat, it's sleeping I swear. I put it there as a joke in my initial sketch and I just had to keep it lol.

I'll Fly With You (rewrite fic) Art masterpost

#my art tag #angel's friends #angels friends #IFWY #character redesign #cimentus #putzo

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lyranova · 18 days ago

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Chapter 20: Planting Seeds

Hiya guys! I’m sorry this chapter took a while, I’ve been very busy with IRL 😅. But we’re only 2 chapters away from the end of the series now, and I’m both excited yet anxious about it! But I hope you all enjoy~!

Helena belongs to @kalolasfantasyworld ! Solara, Josele, and Briar (who are briefly mentioned) belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @loosesodamarble and @koneko-pi

Word Count: 7,109

Warnings: Steam, Fade to Black, Lots of innuendo’s, horny thoughts, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy

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3 Months Later

After William, Zera, Yuno, and Neva returned from Spade, the remaining Golden Dawn members were full of happiness and relief at seeing the four of them return safely, especially their Captain.

But their happiness and relief was short-lived.

Shortly after the defeat of the Dark Triad and their Captain’s return, the remaining members of the Golden Dawn decided to hold a proper memorial for their fallen members.

But during the memorial, both Yuno and Neva disappeared. When the memorial was over and everyone returned to the still being repaired Golden Dawn base they found the area in front of the base destroyed; trees were ripped up, there were holes in the ground, it was like a battle had taken place there…

And lying in the middle of the destruction was Yuno.

When asked by the others what happened, Yuno just responded with a quiet “Gone… She’s gone.” leading everyone to be confused, until William noted that Neva was missing.

The “She” that was gone, was Neva.

But before the squad could dwell on her disappearance or even go look for her, William was contacted by Marx and told to come to an urgent Captain’s meeting. And when he arrived at the meeting, he got even more bad news…

Julius Novachrono, his mentor and the current Wizard King, was missing along with Damnatio Kira.

But that wasn’t the only bad news Marx decided to drop on the Captain’s…

Demons that had escaped from the underworld during the Ritual were roaming the forsaken realm of Clover and were beginning to spread into the Common realm as well. So starting on the next day, the Magic Knights would team up and begin to send the Devil's back to the underworld.

And for the next three months, that’s what the Magic Knights did; they teamed up and worked together to go all around Clover and get rid of the escaped Devils.

However, for the last week the Golden Dawn have been given a slight reprieve from chasing Devils, and the squad was going to take full advantage of that.

Including the Captain.

William watched his wife from afar with an amused glint in his eyes. Zera was crouched down, tending to the large garden she had created at the newly fixed Golden Dawn base. She had her usually messy ash-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and her ice blue eyes were keenly focused on the task at hand. So much so that she didn’t seem to notice that her hands, face, and clothes were covered in dirt and leaves.

He chuckled, whenever she was “in the zone” as she liked to call it, she seemed to tune everything else around her out.

It was cute, but sometimes it was also concerning.

He recalled one time when she was in such a state that she didn’t even notice a big fight between a few Golden Dawn members happening directly behind her. She only noticed when a rogue spell flew past her head and set one of her “poor babies” on fire…

William shuddered, he had never seen Zera look so angry before. If he hadn’t stepped in and calmed her down when he did, he feared she might put all of them six feet under!

He watched as his wife slowly stood up and began stretching her legs before moving over and crouching down again. He silently wondered why she didn’t use her plant magic to create a small stool for her to sit on while she gardened. Surely doing that would be a lot easier and less tiring than crouching down and getting up over and over again?

A hum left his lips, since she wouldn’t make one for herself, maybe he should make one for her instead?

A mischievous grin appeared on his face as she stood up again to stretch her legs.

Quietly, William used his World Tree Magic to create a stump beneath her. It grew taller and taller until it was even with her backside, and when she went to crouch down again, her butt connected with the stump.

“ What the-?!” Zera exclaimed in surprise as she suddenly found herself sitting on a makeshift chair.

She began to look around to see who had done this and noticed her husband sauntering up to her with a teasing smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. As he came up to her he positioned himself between her legs and placed his hands on either side of her thighs. He rested his head against her shoulder for a moment before speaking.

“ You know, I think you look much, much better up close than from a distance.” He muttered softly, his warm breath hitting against her skin, causing her to shiver before his lips began to move up her jaw.

“ Hey, who said you could steal my lines?” Zera asked with a grin as she tilted her head a bit to the side, allowing William more access to her neck. She could feel his lips curl up into a smile against her skin.

“ What’s yours is mine, isn’t it? Since you seem to have so much fun teasing me, I thought I would just borrow your technique for a moment in order to give you a taste of your own medicine.” He muttered teasingly as he placed another kiss against her jaw.

“ Oh? If that’s the case, then shouldn’t I ‘borrow’ something of yours as well?” She asked, her tone curious and her eyes slowly glancing down towards her husband.

William hummed in thought as he pulled away from Zera. After a moment, he snapped his fingers, reached up to grab his helmet, and then purposefully placed it askew onto her head.

Confusion suddenly appeared on her face, but then an adorable pout took its place.

“ Hey! This isn't what I meant!”

“ But it looks cute on you.”

“ It does not! You just-!” Zera began to argue, but before she could finish her sentence, a soft moan escaped her as William suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a warm, passionate kiss.

The kiss was slow, romantic, and filled with love and passion as though their lips were dancing a sultry tango together.

Soon, William broke the kiss and his lips moved across her jawline and to her neck where he wrapped his lips around that sweet spot on her neck and sucked, causing a surprised gasp to escape Zera.

His lips continued to move up and down her neck where he sucked, nipped, and kissed against the warm and soft flesh, making her gasp and moan in response, which made him smirk.

“ You’re so cute, and so, so beautiful…” He murmured hotly against her skin, making her shiver.

Suddenly, William felt something nip against his ear, causing him to jump.

“ And you, my darling, have turned into quite the tease. Who on earth did you learn this from?” Zera whispered into his ear with a sly grin on her lips before she gently nipped his ear again.

“ Hm, I wonder.” He chuckled before he moved away from her neck and captured her lips in another steamy kiss.

Zera wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's neck as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He pulled her off the tree stump and into his lap before pulling her close to him, so their bodies were pressed firmly against each other.

As they kissed, she suddenly felt the ground beneath them begin to shake. She cracked one of her eyes open just enough to see various tree limbs spring from the ground and tangle with each other to form a sphere like dome over the two so they could have some privacy.

Zera broke the kiss for a moment to smirk at her husband and rest her forehead against his.

“ My Sweet William, are you planning on doing some gardening of your own?” She asked playfully as she glanced over to the dome he had created with his magic.

William smirked, and a low chuckle escaped him.

“ Maybe,” He told her warmly before placing a soft, sweet kiss against her lips.

“ Ooh, so you’re planning on finally planting some seeds in my garden, huh?” She asked playfully as she leaned her head to the side as he began to kiss down her neck again.

William hummed against her skin for a moment.

“ Well, that depends,” He began as he trailed hot kisses down her neck and to her clavicle. “ Did you take a contraception potion?”

Zera hummed in thought as her eyes closed slowly.

“ Not yet, but the one I took last month should still be in effect.” She told him softly, and she felt him hum again against her collar bone.

“ I see,” He muttered before he placed another kiss against her skin. “ How about you don’t take the potion this month?”

Zera’s eyes immediately snapped open at his words, and she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back a bit.

“ Wait, what did you just say?” She asked in surprise, her ears not believing what they just heard.

“ I said I don’t want you to take a contraception potion this month, or next month, or the months after that.”

A long pause settled over the two as they stared at each other; Zera’s eyes were wide in surprise, while William’s purple ones were as calm and serious as she had ever seen them.

“ Are you sure? I mean, I thought we said we would wait until things were a little more…settled?” She asked with a small tilt of her head.

After she and William had gotten married, the two talked about starting a family. But both had agreed that with everything going on with the Spade Kingdom, they would wait until everything was said and done before they even considered having children.

So for him to suddenly be suggesting that they start a family now with still so many things uncertain, such as Neva and Julius still being missing, made her curious…

“ I’m sure,” William told her with a confident nod. “ I think things are starting to become a little more settled now.”

He chuckled as his wife gave him a confused look.

“ Yuno called on the communication device, he found Neva,”

Zera’s eyes widened, and a surprised gasp escaped her.

“ He found her? Where was she? When are they coming home?” She began to ask quickly, making her husband chuckle again as he raised his hand.

“ Yes, he found her. She…was where I thought she would be,” William responded vaguely, making his wife narrow her eyes sternly at him. “ And she and Yuno will be home tomorrow morning.”

Zera’s stern gaze softened, and a bright smile appeared on her face as she clapped her hands excitedly.

“ I’m so happy, my babies are coming home tomorrow!” She said happily, making William smile softly as he watched her.

“ I had a feeling you would,” He said before leaning forward and placing kisses against her neck again.

A small giggle and soft hum escaped her as he trailed the kisses down her neck, to her clavicle, and towards her chest.

“ If things are starting to become more settled, does that mean Marx heard from Julius?” Zera asked softly as she leaned back again to allow William more access to her neck and chest.

William was silent for a moment as his forehead rested against her chest.

“ No, he still hasn’t heard from Julius,” He muttered softly as he slowly closed his eyes. “ And there’s currently talks about installing a new Wizard King to replace him.”

Zera stared down at the back of her husband's head as he spoke; his voice sounded so quiet, worried, and even a little sad. He had told her before that he saw Julius as a role model and even a father figure as a young child and teenager, so for him to suddenly disappear without saying a word…it had really hurt William.

She slowly reached up and gently placed one hand around his shoulder and the other hand gently against the back of his head.

“ Where did you go, Julius?” He quietly muttered; and he suddenly felt his wife entangle her fingers in his hair and gently massage his scalp in order to comfort him.

“ He’ll come back,” Zera suddenly announced confidently, causing her husband’s eyes to snap open and his head to shoot up in surprise.

“ What?”

“ I said Julius will come back,” She repeated, her bright smile returning to her face as she stared at William’s surprised expression.

“ How can you be so sure?” He asked with a bit of a frown, and he heard her hum softly as she looked at the roof of the wooden dome in thought.

“ I don’t know, I guess because he always comes back, even when he’s been away for a while,” She told him as her eyes slowly drifted back down to William. “ It may not be tomorrow, or next week, or even next month. But he always comes back.”

“ So, don’t worry, okay?”

He stared up at his wife and looked at her confident gaze; she had a point, Julius had gone on many adventures like this many times before, and he always came back a few days or weeks later. So this time would be no different, right?

So there was no need to worry, just like she said.

“ Alright, I won’t worry about Julius anymore,” He told her as a small smile appeared on his face.

“ Good, because you have a lot more important things to be worry about at the moment,” She told him as a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes and her bright smile turned into an impish smirk.

William raised his brow curiously.

“ Oh? Such as?” He asked, his tone feigning confusion and curiosity.

“ Such as getting me pregnant as soon as possible.”

He chuckled warmly as he leaned up and hovered his lips just inches away from hers.

“ You’re right, that is a more urgent matter.” He agreed, his voice warm and his tone laced in lust and desire.

Zera chuckled as she leaned forward, bringing her lips even closer to his.

“ It is a very urgent matter,” She agreed, her voice sounding drenched in desire as her other hand slipped up from his shoulder and to the back of his head. “ And one that I think you must attend to quickly.”

William didn’t need to be told twice.

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Two Months Later

Zera cheerfully walked down the street of Kikka, a small spring in her step as she did.

As William had said, things were slowly but surely beginning to look up. Neva had returned to the Golden Dawn, albeit with a very different look; her long, platinum blonde hair was cut very short, which shocked Zera, William, and the rest of the Golden Dawn. But she also looked…lighter; it was like a heavy weight were lifted off of her. She was smiling and laughing more, and it seemed like her real personality was beginning to shine through.

It really made Zera happy, but that wasn’t the only thing that made her happy to see:

When Yuno and Neva returned, she saw them holding hands and stealing small, shy glances from one another. And she knew right then and there that they had finally admitted their feelings for one another and were dating…even if they hadn’t officially told anyone yet.

She let out a small giggle as she recalled how surprised the two were when she confronted them about it in front of William; their faces turned bright red, and they both tried to deny it until Zera started pointing out how different they seemed since they got back.

Eventually, they both admitted it to her and William, but they made them promise not to tell the other Golden Dawn members, which they agreed to.

“ I’m so glad they’re finally dating, I’ve been waiting ages!” Zera thought cheerfully as she walked around the small crowd of people that were on the street.

“ Now that Neva’s finally home, all we need is for Julius to return and then everything will be alrig-!” Zera suddenly lost her train of thought as the most dreadful and horrible smell filled her nostrils.

She quickly covered her nose and mouth as the smell began to make her more and more nauseous. Who on earth left their garbage out to rot for weeks? Surely the city of Kikka would have picked it up and taken it away since it smelled this bad! Her eyes quickly looked around the area, trying to find the source of the odor, and when she found it her eyes widened in shock:

It was coffee…the foul odor that she had thought to be trash was coffee!

Was the coffee brewed improperly? Had the beans gone bad, or were they possibly burned? These thoughts ran through her head as her stomach bubbled and churned uncomfortably; normally, she loved the smell of coffee, even though she rarely drank it. But the smell of this particular coffee was just awful!

“ Oh my, this coffee tastes simply divine, doesn’t it?” A woman asked as she held a small cup of coffee in her hands.

“ It truly does! And the smell is absolutely amazing as well!” The woman beside her replied gleefully, making Zera frown in confusion.

“ ‘Divine’? ‘Amazing’? What on earth are these people saying?! That coffee smells awf-!” Her train of thought was once again interrupted as her stomach began to bubble and churn more and more…

“ Oh no…no, dear gods NO!” Her mind frantically screamed as she began to desperately look for a trash can.

Finally, her eyes caught a glimpse of one right beside an alley. She quickly rushed over, and luckily she made it there just in time.

“ Well, there goes my breakfast…” She groaned as she saw the contents of what she had eaten that morning in the bottom of the trash can.

“ Zera, is that you?” A familiar voice asked behind her, causing the other woman to freeze as her head hung just over the trash can.

Oh, no…by the god's no!

The blonde haired woman slowly turned around to see her friend, Helena Drazel, standing there with a confused yet concerned look in her eyes.

Helena was an average-sized woman with beautiful golden skin, kind dark brown eyes, and long, wavy chocolate colored hair. She and Zera had met by chance in the Magic Knights castle when she was delivering some flowers to the infirmary nearly a year ago, and the two hit it off instantly and became good friends by the end of the day!

Which was why Zera was now mortified to be seen like this, the last thing she wanted was for her friends to see her vomiting into a trash can!

“ Helena, it’s good to see you,” She began as she stood up straight and turned her back towards the garbage can. “ What are you doing here?”

“ I came out to get some lunch,” Helena explained as a small frown appeared on her face. “ But, the more important question here is, are you alright?”

Zera quickly nodded.

“ Of course, I’m totally fi-!” She began before the smell of that coffee filled her senses once again; making the woman stop mid-sentence, turn around on her heel, and retch into the trash again.

“ Zera!” Helena quickly exclaimed as she rushed over to her friend and held her hair back away from her face. “ Are you sick, amiga?”

She quickly shook her head.

“ No, I felt fine this morning before I left.” She said as she turned to look at her friend.

Helena let out a curious hum as she began to try to think of why her friend could suddenly be sick.

“ I think we should go to the infirmary and have you checked out.” She suggested as she patted her friends back.

Zera quickly shook her head and waved away Helena’s concern.

“ There’s no need to do that, I’m totally fine!” She told her with a forced smile.

Helena gave her a very disbelieving look.

“ Yeah, and I’m the Queen of Clover,” She replied with a slight roll of her eyes.

Zera tilted her head.

“ I mean…you are a princess of the Diamond kingdom-.” She pointed out.

“ Zera…”

“ Look, I’m fine, it’s probably just something I ate this morning! So there’s no reason for me to go to the infirmary!” She said as she turned around to fully face her friend, her bright yet forced smile still on her face as her stomach tried to churn again.

Helena’s eyes held a skeptical gaze in them as she looked her up and down.

“ Well, I can’t force you to come to the infirmary with me,” She began as she crossed her arms. “ but I know of a bunch of other people who can; our friends and your husband to be more exact.” She added with a small, knowing smirk on her face.

Zera stared at her friend for a moment, not quite believing that her friend would go that far in trying to get her to the infirmary; but then again, Helena was very serious when it came to people’s health, especially when those people were her friends.

As she opened her mouth to reply, she suddenly got a ridiculous mental image of her husband and her friends, particularly Solara, Josele, and Briar dragging her to the infirmary with Helena leading the way.

“ I don’t know, I think that would be kind of entertaining to be honest.” She told her friend with a giggle, making Helena sigh in exasperation.

“ Zera!”

“ Fine, fine~! I’ll go to the infirmary with you and have some tests done, even though it’s a waste of time!” She finally conceded as she held up her hands in defeat.

Helena smiled triumphantly before grabbing her friend's arm and quickly leading her towards the hospital tower.

“ I would rather waste time doing a bunch of tests and you be completely fine, then not do the tests at all and something be seriously wrong.” She told Zera softly yet seriously as the pair walked down the street and maneuvered around the various people.

Zera sighed; she had a point, but surely there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with her, right?

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The Infirmary inside the Hospital Tower

Zera’s hands began to fidget and twist the edge of her sweater between her fingers as she waited for Helena to return with her test results.

When she and Helena walked into the infirmary, and even as she began her tests, Zera didn’t feel anxious at all. But now that she was waiting in the silent patient room, she began to feel more and more anxious as the clock on the wall ticked on and on.

What if it wasn’t just ‘bad food’ that made her sick? What if it was some virus or serious illness? And if it was, what if she had accidentally given it to William or the members of the Golden Dawn?!

Suddenly, the door to the patient room opened, causing Zera to jump in surprise and snap out of her thoughts.

“ Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Helena said with a small giggle.

Zera sighed in relief and also let out a quiet giggle.

“ It’s okay, I was just getting lost in my thoughts!” She told her as she reached up and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

Helena nodded in understanding as she closed the door behind her and walked over to the chair across from Zera and sat down.

Zera could feel her heart beating anxiously against her ribcage as she watched her friend's eyes scan over the papers in her hands; Helena was in serious ‘healer’ mode.

And it made her even more anxious about her results.

“ Well, am I dying?” She asked, trying to lighten the mood, and Helena glanced up at her and shook her head.

“ No, you’re not dying,” She replied with a small smile. “ But I do have a question that I need to ask you,”

“ When was your last period?”

Zera blinked in surprise at Helena’s question, but she hummed in thought as she tried to remember.

“ About 7 or 8 weeks ago, I think.” She finally said after a moment.

Helena nodded as she looked back down at her papers again.

“ And would it be safe to assume that you and William have been…active during that time?” She asked, and watched as Zera began to laugh sheepishly and rub the back of her neck again.

To say she and William had been ‘active’ would be an understatement.

Ever since he told her that he wanted to start trying to have a baby they had been going at it like a pair of rabbits in the middle of spring. Every moment the pair was alone together either began with, or ended with, the two naked and between the sheets, or on the couch, or on William’s desk…

“ Zera,” Helena’s voice snapped the plant mage out of her thoughts. “ Did you hear my question?”

“ Y-Yeah I did,” She admitted with another laugh. “ Yes it would be very safe to assume William and I have been active.”

Helena nodded before looking at her papers again.

“ And have you been using protection all that time?”

Zera’s brows knitted together in a confused frown, what was with all these weird questions?

“ I mean…not really,” She admitted as her gaze shifted to the side. “ I took a potion a few months ago, but I haven’t taken one since.”

“ And you haven’t used any other form of protection?”

“ No..?”

Helena nodded before looking at her papers again briefly before looking back up at Zera.

“ I see. Well, I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on and why you’re suddenly sick,” Helena said as a gentle smile worked its way onto her face.

“ You’re pregnant hermana.”

The patient room suddenly became very, very quiet. Zera’s ice blue eyes were wide, and her mouth was partially open in surprise, and the only sounds that could be heard were the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sounds of their breathing.

Pregnant…she was pregnant?! How…how did that happen? Well, she knew how it happened but still…!

“ H-How far along?” She asked softly, and Helena hummed in thought.

“ About 8 weeks.”

Zera’s mind began to race as she tried to think of when and where this could have happened, but the only time she could think of was that day in the garden…

That day in the garden was when it happened!

“ But, the potion should have still been effective 8 weeks ago, right? So, how-?” Zera began, and Helena shrugged slightly.

“ The potions are only 99% effective at the most, and over time they can begin to lose their efficacy,” Helena explained. “ Or, maybe William’s sperm is just that potent?” She lightly joked, and frowned a bit when Zera scoffed.

“ That wouldn’t surprise me,” Helena’s frown deepened and she tilted her head in confusion.

“ Isn’t this what you wanted? I thought you would be happier at this news,” She asked kindly, and she watched Zera’s shoulders slump forward as she bit her bottom lip in thought.

“ I am happy…and it is what I wanted; but, I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon…I thought I would have enough time to be ready,” She admitted softly as she played with the trim on her sweater nervously.

“ No matter how much time you have, I don’t think this is something anyone is ever truly ready for,” Helena said with a gentle smile, her ‘doctor mode’ slipping away and being replaced with her ‘regular mode’.

“ You can prepare and prepare all you want for this and it can still catch you off guard,” She continued as she reached out and held Zera’s hand comfortingly. “ And to be honest, I’m pretty sure you’re not the only person who’s felt this way before.”

Zera nodded, and the room fell silent again.

“ Amiga, are you okay?” Helena asked, and she watched her friend quickly nod again before forcing a bright smile onto her face.

“ I’m fine! I’m just…trying to figure out how to tell William,” Zera said with a small laugh. “ But I’m okay, really!”

Helena gave her a look before nodding and giving her hand another squeeze.

“ Alright, I have some other patients I need to see, but you can just take your time, okay?” She said as she gave Zera’s hand another gentle squeeze before standing up.

“ Okay, thanks Helena, for everything!”

Zera watched her friend nod before walking out of the room, and as she closed the door behind her she leaned back against her chair and took a deep breath.

She was happy about this, and the more the news sank in the happier she was; however, she felt this strange sense of shock and disbelief at the thought that she was actually pregnant…

If she felt this way, she could only imagine how William was going to feel when she told him the news.

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Later that evening at the Golden Dawn base

“ Get some rest everyone, because tomorrow will be a busy day since we’ll be lending the Silver Eagles a hand in hunting down the devil near our border.” William announced as the meeting with the Golden Dawn members came to an end.

They all saluted him before walking away, and when he turned to do the same he saw Yuno still standing there.

“ You should get some rest as well, since you’ll be leading the squad's mission tomorrow.” He said as he walked up to him.

Yuno nodded before giving a quick salute.

“ Yes, Captain.”

William smiled and before he passed Yuno, he stopped and stood beside him.

“ I hear there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, why don't you go up to the roof with Neva and watch it together?” He suggested.

An amused chuckle escaped his as his Vice Captain’s face turned a bright shade of pink.

“ Understood, Captain.”

William chuckled again before giving him another pat on the shoulder before walking away towards his living quarters.

Zera was right; it is fun to tease people!

As he walked towards his and his wife’s living quarters he couldn’t help but wonder if she was home, and if she was waiting for him. He glanced out the nearest window; the sun was just beginning to set, meaning that it was around five or six o’clock.

Zera always came home around then, so it was very likely that was home and waiting for him, and he couldn’t help but wonder how she would be waiting for him…

Would she be waiting by the fire like she normally did? Or at the dining table with a cup of tea in her hands? Or maybe watering her plants on the balcony?

Or would she be waiting for him in a more alluring way?

Would she be waiting in their bed wearing nothing except lingerie? Or perhaps in the shower waiting for him to join her? Or maybe, just maybe, she might be waiting for him on their dining table; her naked body covered in whipped cream, and her voice saying “I thought we would skip dinner and go right to dessert” as her eyes stared at him lustfully.

William’s face turned bright red at the thought and he instantly slapped his hands onto the sides of his face to snap himself out of those thoughts.

“ Look at you; you’re turning into your wife with these salacious thoughts!” His mind screamed at him as his face burned hotter and hotter.

But wait a second, he thought with a tilt of his head. If anyone was allowed to have those kinds of thoughts about his wife, it should be him right?

He quickly shook his head as he saw the door to their living quarters come into view, and he quickly cleared his throat to compose himself before he opened the door. And what he saw on the other side made him frown in confusion.

His wife…wasn’t there?

She wasn’t in the living area, the kitchen, or on their main balcony.

“ Zera? Are you here?” He called out as he closed the door behind him and walked further into the room.

He walked towards their bedroom and saw that the door was closed, maybe she was taking a nap?

William softly knocked on the bedroom door, and when he heard no reply he opened it. He looked around but didn’t see Zera anywhere, which was odd considering he could sense her mana.

He walked further into the room and looked towards his right and saw the small balcony doors were open, which meant that she was outside watering her ‘babies’.

And as he stepped out onto the balcony, he saw that he was right. Standing there, watering her babies, was Zera with her back turned toward him.

“ Here you are,” William started softly and with a gentle smile on his face.

But a quick frown appeared on his brow as his wife jumped and spun around quickly, causing water to spill from her watering can and onto the floor.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He quickly apologized as he walked up to her, and Zera quickly waved his apology away.

“ It’s okay, I was just distracted so I didn’t hear you come in,” Zera told him with a small smile. “ And besides, the stone floor could use a bit of watering itself too.”

William continued to stare at her in concern, she was never this jumpy, even when she was lost in thought.

“ Anyway, how was work? Are the ‘kids’ ready for their mission tomorrow?” She asked as she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. William smiled and, reciprocated her kiss before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

“ The ‘kids’ are very ready for their mission,” He told her. “ They’ll be with Nozel and Yuno should anything go wrong, however I doubt anything. Oh, and I told Yuno about the meteor shower tonight just like you told me, so I expect he and Neva will be on the roof watching it tonight.” He added with a chuckle.

Zera nodded before suddenly turning away from him and moving out of his arms, which only made William’s frown return to his face.

“ That’s good, I hope they have fun.” She replied before going back to watering her plants.

This was strange; she wasn’t joking, teasing, or giggling happily that Yuno and Neva were going out on a date? That wasn’t like her at all…

Who was this person and what had that done with his wife?!

“ I believe that covers my day, how was yours?” He asked as he watched her over water one plant and then another.

“ Oh it was fine,” She replied, her tone suddenly turning shaky and nervous, which only made his concern grow even more.

“ I just found out that I’m pregnant, that’s all.” She told him with a small laugh as she suddenly turned to face him, her watering can still angled down, causing water to once again pour onto the floor.

William blinked in surprise at her for a moment as his mind tried to wrap around what she had just said; she was pregnant, and this was how she decided to tell him? Bluntly? But the more important question in his mind was that She was pregnant?!

Zera was a very blunt person and tended to, as the saying goes, ‘rip off the band aid’ when it came to certain things; however, this kind of news was something he felt he should have been eased into!

He stared at his wife for a moment; she held her bottom lip between her teeth, and her ice blue eyes were full of fear, nervousness, and expectation.

He frowned, expectation? Why was that emotion in her eyes? As he continued to stare at her, he noticed it was like she was waiting for him to say something…

Oh wait, she was waiting for him to say something; he was just staring at her without saying anything this entire time!

And when he opened his mouth, a very different sentence came out than what either of them were expecting:

“ Zera, the floor!”

“ What?” She asked as she blinked repeatedly at her husband.

Her gaze shifted to the ground where she saw that she was steadily pouring water onto the floor. With a small gasp and quiet apology she raised the watering can and set it down onto the ground.

The air around them became quiet again for a moment before William spoke again.

“ You’re pregnant?” He asked slowly, his voice soft yet sounding dry. When Zera nodded he walked over to the small table they had outside and sat down as the news began to sink in.

Zera came over to stand in front of him and she crouched down, grabbed his hands, and held them gently in hers as she let him process his emotions.

William felt a wave of different emotions crash over him all at once; shock, joy, fear, eagerness, nervousness, excitement. But he couldn’t decipher which emotion was more prominent at the moment…

This was what he wanted right? To have a baby with Zera? So…why was he thinking about so many awful possibilities and feeling so many conflicting emotions right now instead of just happiness?

“ Will, what are you thinking right now?” Zera asked softly as she raised her hand and gently rested it against his cheek.

He looked at her for a moment before a soft sigh escaped him.

“ I’m thinking about forty or fifty different things right now,” William admitted as his gaze shifted to the ground.

“ I’m thinking; ‘what if I somehow pass my curse onto our child’? ‘What if our child is scared of my scars’? ‘What if something happens during the pregnancy and I lose you or the baby, or even both’? ‘What if…you get ill and you don’t…’?” William stopped himself mid sentence.

He couldn’t, no, wouldn’t finish that last thought.

Zera suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“ And those fears are valid, and are very understandable,” She said with a small smile. “ And to be honest, I can’t say those thoughts haven’t run through my mind either.”

“ But now, I want you to tell me about the positive things you’re thinking about right now?”

William frowned in thought for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“ I’m thinking; ‘This child will have the most adorable smile’, ‘This child will be spoiled rotten’, ‘This child will grow up to be an amazing man or woman’, ‘They’ll be a kind and gentle person’.” He admitted quietly as his gaze slowly shifted back up towards Zera, who’s eyes silently encouraged him to keep going.

“ I’m thinking ‘They’ll have your smile, your laugh, your love of plants’, ‘They’ll hopefully have a love of birds and of nature’, ‘They’ll become the greatest person they can be’.” William finished with a soft smile that matched the one his wife was wearing now.

“ See? The good outweighs the bad,” She told him.

“ Sure all of those fears are true and valid, but they may also not come true; however, all those sweet and kind things? I’m sure most, if not all, of those things will come true.” She continued firmly as her soft gaze held a firmness to it.

“ Listen to me, William; I know you’re afraid, and to be honest so am I, but I think it's all going to be okay.” She finished with a confident nod and a true bright smile.

William stayed silent as he listened to her words.

“ You’re right,” William softly admitted, causing his wife to smirk.

“ Aren’t I always?” Zera asked playfully, causing him to chuckle in response.

Zera let out a surprised squeak as William suddenly reached down, wrapped his arms around her, and suddenly pulled her up into his lap where he held her close to him.

The couple sat peacefully on their balcony and watched as the sun began to set, they were so happy to be welcoming a new bundle of joy into their lives. Were they nervous and fearful? Yes, any new parent would be. But were they also excited and hopeful? Yes, yes they were.

“ Y’know, this may be a bit pre-emptive, but I think you and I are going to be excellent parents.” William told her with a soft chuckle, and he watched as Zera pulled back a bit to look at him.

“ ‘Excellent’? I think you and I are going to be the best parents ever,” She told him with a confident grin.

“ Isn’t that right, little one?” She softly cooed before placing a gentle hand onto her still flat stomach.

William watched her curiously before she reached out, grabbed his hand, and placed it onto her stomach next to hers.

“ Helena said it’s still too early to feel anything; but I’d like to think he can at least sense our presence or something.”

William looked up at her with a small frown.

“ ‘He’? You think it’s going to be a boy?” He asked curiously as his thumb gently glided over her abdomen.

When she nodded in reply, he quickly shook his head in disagreement.

“ I think it’s going to be a girl.” He told her firmly, making her giggle.

“ Really? Would you like to bet on that Lord Vangeance?” Zera asked him playfully.

“ No I would rather not, with my luck I would lose terribly.” He laughed and shook his head.

“ But truth be told, I don’t care what our baby's gender is, as long as they’re happy and healthy… that’s all that matters to me.”

“ I agree wholeheartedly.” She replied cheerfully before placing a small kiss onto his lips, then onto the top of his head before wrapping her arms around his neck.

As the two quietly watched the sun set, Zera suddenly realized something.

“ Hey William? Who are you going to tell first?”

William frowned for a moment and a quiet hum escaped his lips.

“ I think I’m going to tell the squad first, then Yami and the other Captains.” William suddenly let out a small chuckle. “ I wonder how Yami will react when he finds out I’m having a family before him.”

“ He’ll probably say; ‘So, you finally put some inches in her, huh?’ and walk away.” Zera replied with a laugh, causing her husband to take a deep breath as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“ You really will be the death of me at this rate, won’t you?”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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revelisms · 2 days ago

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I keep nosing through my half-written Arcane things and feeling the itch to write it again, so I finally dusted off this little ficlet. Short and sweet domestic oneshot about Jinx, Silco's oddball crime family, and card games 🃏

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WC: 1.6k | Rating: G | Jinx-centric | Domestic fluff, found family, gambling, character study Also on AO3

Tuesdays are slow nights at the Last Drop—the kind that smoulder on for hours, the neon dimmed to only a fractal prism across velvet booths and varnish-glossed tables: nights for myths and recollections spun to liquor-sweet grandeur, and books read aloud in grinning theatrics, and cards shlack-clack-clacked together between Sevika's weathered fingers, slicked across the table like darts to waiting hands.

When she was meek and younger and still reeling from it all, these nights felt magical. In some ways, they held a candle to those small, rare moments, carefully treasured, of when things in that dingy little storeroom, cramped between three others and Vander's bellowing laugher, felt okay.

It's different, now.

The storeroom's locked up; her brothers and sister-mother-Vi are all gone, gone, gone; Vander's dead, betrayed, rotting, deserved; she's older and restless and lonely and bored.

But there are three others, still.

Sat at a table across from Sevika's rippling hands—glinting augmentation and golden rings, shuffling cards with a magician's ease—is a mountain of a man, his sickly-pale skin littered with a patchwork of black tattoos.

Lock. Hemlock, when she'd told him Lock was a weird name—and then he'd glared down at her with his beady eyes, incense smoke-blue: gruffed, Don't you call me it.

He had a puggishness about him, not a hair on his body save the coarse clumps that lined his burly arms and flared out from the low cut of his tattered tank like a spit of soot. His voice was cavernous and dry: not like Silco's: like he'd swallowed rocks and kept the dust, rumbling and rough with a gravel that flowed like music on a foggy day; Lock's was deep and scratchy and altogether unpleasant, but warm. He wheezed more than laughed. His smile split his face to a crescent of yellowing pikes. He called her Little Devil.

He swipes up six cards between his bulky fingers, tongues his cheek, and skips two over to Ran—who Silco said once went by Rania; who kept their hair sharp as black fins. Jinx could count on one hand the number of times they'd said more than five words in passing to her. Their eyes were like dim violets, and they soothed her, in the strangest way: found the ache in her heart like a quiet beacon, and held it. They liked to tousle their metal fingers through her hair, muss her fringe to a squealing mess. They called her Blue.

At the bar, bent over a dissembled revolver carved with gold, sat dusty little Dustin, head in the clouds, painted nails flecked with gun oil and a rag in his ink-blitzed hands. Talking to him was like dissecting a parable. He spoke in tongues, seemingly flipping through his days on a catalogue of obscure references: a code one had to crack over a lifetime to understand. Jinx, though, had taken the feat to heart. She'd spent hours peering through his craftings and margin-scrawled notes, like one may study an abstract to glean its meaning. She would squirm next to him when the nights grew too quiet, painting in the chips of varnish on his nails and humming his strange tunes. He had eyes like black buttons, and freckles on his nose. His smile was the kindest. He called her Jay.

She didn't know which name she liked best—which one of them she liked best. But she liked the lot of them all more than Sevika.

At least they didn't glare at her, or call her brat or runt, or wait for her to screw things up, like always.

Then again. She was, first and foremost to them, some kid in their boss's care—she'd heard Lock grumble that more than once, like a warning—their boss, who had been nose-deep in a monstrosity of trade edicts and contracts and whatever else; who hadn't given her a glance when she peeked her head around the door to his office, huffing, Not now, Jinx.

That had been hours ago. He still hadn't come down.

She kicks the toe of her boot against her chair, sat in a knot with its back to her chest, and sighs.

The cards dance between Sevika's hands like a flurry of white-capped wings. Jinx watches from three tables away as she flicks out another round, a cigarillo embering between her teeth.

"Two for two."

"'Course you gives us that," Lock snarls. "Deck's loaded."

"All skills of the trade." A puff of smoke, the roll twisting between ambered fingers. "Dish 'em out, you brute."

The cards glimmer spell-like across the table. Jinx presses her chin into her arm, trying and failing and trying again to follow the strategy of the game. They moved in turns of three: trading in singles, drawing pairs, discarding all at once. It was too quick for her to follow.

Footsteps creak down the stairs. She whips over her shoulder, staring through her fringe. Thieram—Chuck, as she'd insisted on calling him, just to make his ears color—meets her eyes with a skittish blink, and beelines for the bar. She scowls, hunching back in her seat.

Ran wins the round, with a coy grin and a smack of their cards on the table. Lock pounds the varnish hard enough to knock the deck over.

Jinx aches to put on a gramophone record, to get up and dance, bang on that dusty old piano by the back tables, anything. More creaking down the stairs, glass rattling, Dustin humming his old songs, boots th-thump th-thumping slow over the panelling.

She smells the spice-sweet of his cigars before she feels him find his way beside her.

His presence is less a quiet comfort as it is a blistered, bleeding reconnection: the wash of his cold energy startling, and sharp, and soothing, all at once.

"At it again, are they?" Silco drawls.

Jinx pitters her fingers over her elbow. "Yeah."

He hums. He's wearing green today: a dark, blueish sort. "Give them an ounce of time to themselves, and they gamble it away," he grouses. His fingers tick. He sighs. "I've kept you." The words carry the start of an apology. "This week's dealings were—"

"Unexpected?" Jinx quips.

"One could say."

"Annoying?"

"Dreadfully."

"Mister Finn being a big stupid-head, again?"

"A horrendous one." A small smirk slides over his mouth, crooked at one corner: the one he reserves only for her. "But no matter."

It's a roundabout dismissal. It means, I'm sorry; means, My time is yours, now; means he will wait until she proffers an explanation for her gawping through the smoke-hazed green of his office, anything beyond I just wanted to sit with you, but anything beyond that would be a lie.

She presses her thumb into the chair's spine. After a moment, his eyes flit down to her. "They've not showed you how to play?" he mutters.

She shakes her head.

"It's simple enough." He folds his hands behind his back, tilting his head, and watches the whirlwind of motion that continues on before them. "You know the suits, don't you?" A shrug of her shoulders. "Well, then. Four kings; four aces. Hold either set of those, and you win. Anything in the middle is fair game to keep, or toss, or trade."

She frowns. "That's it?" It had seemed far more complicated than that, from all she'd gleaned.

"That's it." His eyes fall on her, mismatched. His fingers turn at his back. "Come," he murmurs, "I'll show you. One can hardly learn, without practice."

As seemed to be his philosophy for everything, for better or worse. Trial by fire, mastery through mistake, and all that.

(Who's to say whether one can sink or swim, without first giving themselves to the deep?)

He'd carried that philosophy like a mantle when he had sent her on her first missions, shadowing her movements with watchful eyes; or when he had tasked her with duties under Sevika's wing, or Lock's, or Ran's, or Dustin's. In things as small and simple as organizing his paperwork for him (client contracts on the bottom, client files above that, then industry reports, and industry-related headlines, and financial records); in things as precise as his daily injections of shimmer to his rotted eye, that she had learned and denied was killing him by inches, her finger shaking on the trigger that first and only time (nothing different from a bullet, child) and nimble as a fine-tuned machine, ever since.

He steps away from the shadows, into the gold, an unspoken invitation—and she watches, quietly intrigued, at the actions that follow: chairs squeaked, smokes raised, Sir's and Hey, Boss's bounced around the table. Sevika drags up an extra seat. He gives a nod to her reshuffled cards and Thieram's expectant glance, in turns.

A tray of carved glasses and a fifth of whisky is carried over, each gift deposited to the table in heavy thunks. Silco takes the first pour. The ambered sheen of the liquor fractures over the table like shattered glass. "Have a seat, child."

She's on her feet, sheepishly, in an instant: clumsy steps skittering over the floor: a birdish thing at a table of wolves, trying fruitlessly to don their fangs.

A chair is cleared for her between Lock's black-mapped shoulder and Ran's tick-ticking fingers. She slumps into it, quickly. Sevika's eyes burn into her.

Silco deals out thirty cards—six for each of them—with a lazying flourish of his fingers, and ends the litter on Jinx.

"A game of luck," he tells her, without care for the looming prowl of their company. The gravel of his voice has the strangest way of twisting the world on its head, as though it is only the two of them. It always does. "Welcome to Crowns."

He gives a touch of a smile, there and gone in an instant. She smiles sheepishly back.

Then, the five of them descend upon their drawings—and, quick as lightning, they play.

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fanofstuff01 · 3 months ago

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Feel Better - Amnesia AU

So I’m working on my Behind Her Back fic, but today my angst side was kicking me stupid so I decided why the fuck not write something that probably won’t be that great. Know more about the AU from here, though some stuff is different, like Adam still remembers Lilith but as a bad person too.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @decentsoupperson @adambrainrot @talesfromawannabejournalist @kittenfangirl20 @cakerybakery

And read the tags first pls.

3, 2, 1, penguin.

Here you go my best

Adam was going to beat someone up.

He couldn’t decide who, but he was.

Be it that fucking servant who touched his guitar, that little devil spawn bimbo who thought now he’d be interested in her redemption bullshit because he fell to hell by mistake, heck a random demon at the streets, all would work. They were all fucking at the same low.

He turned around uncomfortably in bed to face the ceiling, it helped him keep his silence. A new way to say “I don’t want to be there” to that fuck face.

Oh right, he forgot about one demon who was beyond low. He would prefer having him as his target.

He growled at the thought, oh just how much he was willing to give just to have him on the ground punched and kicked to near death by Adam himself, where he fucking belongs, preferably with also three apples stuck to his throat and his dick cut off….

But of course, the only guy he wanted to fuck up more than any of those already filthy demons was also the only guy he couldn’t touch and was chained to.

He was fucking supposed to live with him instead. Just to have some protection as an angel in Hell.

The prick even thought that he was still fucking naive like he was back in the garden and would fall for his dumb tricks, still telling him that hilarious lie about how he loved him and having the balls to

Out of a sudden anger blast, he grabbed his lamp on the nightstand and threw it to one of the walls. He didn’t care if it drew any servants in the room, it wasn’t like they were coming because they cared.

He then turned around in bed and pulled the sheets on himself.

At least he was allowed to imagine it.

He didn’t know if he slept or not, but he sure was dragged out of his surprisingly great rest with a knock on the door.

He groaned, grabbed one of his pillows and threw it to the door harshly.

He squeezed his eyes shut again and buried his face on another pillow.

The knocking stopped for a minute before it returned, even a bit louder.

“You-!”

His eyes caught the clock and his voice died down in his throat, not because he got calmer though. If anything it made him even more pissed.

Right. Just about fucking time.

“Come in.”

He rolled in his bed once again, not caring to see who bothered. He already knew.

He heard heels clicking on the floor and felt a small weight on the bed, almost afraid to get close to him.

Lucifer fidgeted with his hands and hair nervously, staring at Adam’s still soft looking brown hair and beautiful wings.

He knew Adam hated these visits as much as he hated him and was going to ignore him all the way through. But, at least he had news to give that day. News he’d probably like.

And hey, at least he stopped yelling at him a few days ago. An improvement between them!

…

He was too delusional and desperate wasn’t he.

But he just couldn’t help himself. He simply had to be close to his Adam in some way. No matter what the man did or felt towards him, Lucifer was always drawn to him merely by his existence.

He missed the times Adam was to him, too…

A tear threatened to get out of his eye but he sniffed and wiped it away. He didn’t want to cry near Adam again, he knew he found it pussy-ish.

He then subconsciously brought that hand on his mouth and began biting his claws, looking around the room to find anything to start talking.

“Did you break that lamp?”

The first man didn’t answer, of course.

“Adam.?”

Adam turned around slightly and peeked a frustrated but pretty golden eye open.

“Yes. Are you going to fuckin’ punish me?”

“Of course not. It was ugly anyway, I should rather thank you.”

Adam shrugged and returned to his old position.

“Don’t.”

Lucifer’s heart broke a bit more, but he decided to keep his mood.

“Okay…”

He coughed little to his fist.

“Can I si-”

“You already do.”

“I can- Sit at somewhere else if you want or anything. If you want more space for yourself.”

Adam blew out some air secretly, he just wished him to stop asking questions.

He pointed at the floor.

Lucifer smiled hopefully and sat down, still near Adam.

He summoned the duck he was working on currently, along with its stuff.

He took a brush and began painting it’s wings, it was great to have the actual inspiration around when you were making a duck.

He began going about his day to Adam, starting with plain words only to continue with paragraphs. He talked about how Charlie’s exercises were mainly focused on trauma healing, how Angel Dust’s fuck head boss bothered with a visit during the breakfast, and of course how annoying Alastor was as usual.

Adam gritted his teeth and placed the pillow over his head when he heard the first words, but of course his new ears heard everything clearer than they should. The pillow barely blocked the annoying noise.

What did he had to do for Lucifer to get that he didn’t give a shit about his boring, generic, useless life? Should he just use his old yelling.?

No, that shit worked as much as his current silent treatment.

He truly just wanted to grab the twink’s neck and throw him out of the window.

Lucifer glanced at Adam’s head when he was done with the right wing, and decided now was the time to break the news he brought with himself and the ones he would actually care about.

“…Then the angels came to visit.”

The orchestra of swears and threats in Adam’s mind suddenly fell silent when the sentence was dropped in the middle of them.

Of course he’d keep important shit for last, just a delightful way to torment him.

But fuck didn’t he want to hear more.

Last time he’s seen them was when Sera came to demand Adam’s soul back, only for that cunt Lilith to chime in and say that it was impossible.

Both Sera and Adam hated to admit that she was right.

He hadn’t talked to or heard from them for months almost now. He didn’t even had any ideas what the angels were doing, or were they searching for a solution to his problem.

…But that still didn’t mean he was going to ask anything to just because he had news he wanted to know.

Lucifer smiled when he saw Adam’s hands loosen around the pillow, he wasn’t burying it to his ears anymore.

Good, he had his attention, at least.

“They decided to check Charlie’s hotel once again. Considering it officially works now, they apparently decided to make it more “Heaven-like”.”

He nonchalantly switched the brushes to add the reds on Adam’s wings.

Adam wanted to slap him and just tell him to get to important stuff and details. Like who came. Or if they..

“They didn’t tell or ask me anything much about you if you’re curious.”

Adam waited for him, then groaned on the inside when he remained silent.

Of course they didn’t tell him much about him, they weren’t going to reveal heaven’s secrets and plans of getting the first man back, to the devil and Adam’s maniac capturer.

Lucifer sneaked a peek at Adam, he could tell that he was dying to hear more just by looking at how stiff he was.

He decided to keep his silence for a while, he really wanted to hear Adam’s voice more that day.

He would tell him later if he was more stubborn than he looked.

Adam cursed himself on the inside, he was going to make him work for it wasn’t he?

He’s the ruler of hell for a reason, genius.

He breathed in sharply.

“What… Did….”

He wanted to bite his tongue and shut up but he managed.

“They say.”

Lucifer’s smile grew and he turned back to the duck, thinking what shade would reflect Adam’s eyes.

If he saw them…

“Just Sera wondered why you weren’t in the hotel.”

Adam gripped the sheets in much more anger and frustration when he heard his weak humming. He swore to God if he kept silently playing with that duck he would take it and shove it up his ass.

“And..?”

Shit, maybe Lucifer had went too far with the waits.

Adam sounded the angriest he ever were in days.

“And I, uh, told her that you didn’t want to be there and were at my mansion, but really missed her and the others. And asked for a meeting.”

He really hoped this would make him happier and see that Lucifer worked for him.

Okay, this made Adam a bit more at ease. But just a tiny bit.

Seeing angels, seeing real people would be way better than anything he had there.

And escaping Lucifer just for a while.

Lucifer glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and was more than happy when he saw that he at least wasn’t that angry.

He couldn’t actually get one, but still! Adam liked the idea so it was worth it.

“Anyway, that was all they said.”

Adam didn’t answer once again, but this time it was rather to think. And he surprisingly didn’t mind the way he talked much, it was more of a white noise.

Lucifer said a few more things before he fell silent once again, a stupid smile on his face.

He finally made Adam’s eyes perfectly, after his seventh try. He then began working on the little halo he was going to have, humming that melody Adam loved back then.

As time passed, a conflicting detail appeared out of nowhere in Adam’s his mind, he frowned when he thought about it.

Why wouldn’t the angels want to see him right when they were here? Was it because they were busy?

But “angels”. Not all of them could possibly be busy, and besides, they could at least inform him themselves. He wasn’t Lucifer’s kid or anything.

The thought really got under his skin and suddenly Lucifer’s humming was as annoying as a hundred flies buzzing.

Lucifer put the shiny little halo on top of the little duck and smiled proudly at his work.

Maybe he could give it to Adam at that moment, using how he was right now as a way to get a better reaction.

“A-“

Adam decided to let his walls go for a second, just to get more information he said to himself.

“When the fuck is it? The meeting?” He snarled out, even turning around a bit to look better at him.

Lucifer dropped the done toy he had in his hands.

“Uh…”

He quickly tried to think of a random date, but his mind didn’t work well just when he needed.

Adam noticed how panicked he was, of course.

“When the fuck is it. Lucifer.”

Lucifer gulped.

“It…”

Suddenly all the anger Adam had bottled inside him that day, coupled with a long lasting ten thousand years of rage and hatred found it’s way out. He almost jumped out of his little nest of blankets snd sat straighter, even scaring Lucifer.

“Let me guess, it doesn’t exist does it?!” He said with a maniacal smile.

His eyes only held negative emotions.

It split Lucifer’s heart into two.

“It-It does! I-” He tried desperately, just when he got Adam to-!

“Oh it does? Then why don’t you call Sera right now, so I can ask her, dear Lucifer?!”

“I can’t! She told me-”

Adam laughed painfully.

“She told you to, not fucking contract her? About me? And I’m supposed to believe that you fucking follow Heaven’s orders now?!”

Lucifer felt them coming back, just like Adam’s hatred.

“Look, I know, it doesn’t-”

Adam was sure his teeth were going to crack.

“Get out.”

He almost laughed once again at Lucifer’s crocodile tears, what a fucking bold of a demon he thought he was. He got up and Lucifer did too, holding onto the night stand.

The fallen angel tried to make them go away so badly, but it couldn’t be his priority at that moment as he decided. He raised his hands in an attempt to get him to listen him.

“Adam, listen. You’re right, it doesn’t exist, but-”

Adam tried to claw him but it phased through him, of course.

“BUT, WHAT?!”

Lucifer backed away a bit, still with a spark of hope.

“I just wanted to make you feel better! You’re-!”

Adam looked around to find something to take his anger out and he saw the little duck Lucifer was working on all the time.

It fucking looked like him.

He stomped on it in a swift movement, the duck let out a big quack before it popped under the weight of Adam’s hoof.

He made sure every part of it became flat before he let it go and returned to Lucifer’s frozen, teary, snake face.

“You fucking wanted me to feel better? You?”

Lucifer’s words died down in his throat. There were almost a puddle of tears under his feet.

“I-I…”

Adam chuckled.

“There is only one fucking way for you to manage that. To make me feel better, the slightest.”

Lucifer peeked his head up, still with a smidge of hope.

He hardly lost it when it came to Adam.

Adam pointed a finger directly to his chest, his eyes still burning with all his anger towards Lucifer.

“Going away and fucking killing yourself. The only worthy thing you can do for me and the whole fucking universe!”

That was the final hit he did to Lucifer’s heart and hopes. Even his tears stopped as he just looked up to Adam. Nothing else.

Adam’s blow of anger died down in as they simply stood there for a long minute. Just the blow, not the anger.

Adam decided to go back in his bed and ignore Lucifer, he wasn’t worth more of his anger.

He heard him slowly leave the room, but he cared even less than how much he did at the beginning.

Lucifer didn’t come to dinner he was supposed to have with Adam that evening.

He never missed them.

———

Hehe…

Whew. That was a long run.

Hope you liked it, been a while since I wrote anything.

And if your confused:

1: Adam doesn’t actively wants to kill Lucifer at this point. Sure he dreams of having him “as hurt as he was” but he doesn’t want him directly dead, yk? Just wants him to live what he went through. He didn’t think he’d actually do it either, he said it as just an insult. He’s said it before, and Lucifer didn’t do anything.

2: But this time he shattered Lucifer’s already broken and barely standing together heart into near micro places.

3: I know Adam’s outburst is a bit random, sorry. But he never got calm, and kind of used this as a way to let all his anger out, not just at the thing.

4: Lucifer respawns in his bed after a few days like a sinner, but he can’t die to angelic steel either, unlike one.

#tw sui implied #tw sui threat #sort of #But still #tw sui #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #guitarduck #They get married at the end..!#my fic

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