#balam x reader

[shichirolover666]

Childhood friends

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#52 GET OUT-

Sulli*Burst into your bedroom without knocking*

Y/n:*Only wearing your underwear, super embarrassed and nervously looking between your adopted father and your closet* D-Dad, I thought you went out to eat with Uncle Bel and Auntie Levi?

Sulli: yeah, but I forgot my wallet and wanted to give you another goodbye hug to you again!~- wait, why are you not dressed?

Y/n: i-i have nothing to wear...

Sulli*opening your's closet* don't be ridiculous my child Opera came just did the laundry,-ah, look, you have trousers, sweaters, oh- hi, Balam and Kalego, t-shirts, sweatpan-

Sulli*slowly turns back to stare at a very naked Kalego, Shichiro in your closet* WAIT A MINUTE*Smiles Evilly at you*...Im going to tell Iruma-kun he is gonna be a big brother!~

Y/n: DAD GET OUT!?!?

-After You managed to kick your father out...You three have the mood killed by being caught-

Opera*Coming out from under the bed also VERY naked*Shall I make us some tea master/mistress?

Y/n*Covering face and squints eyes at them*Opera...your lucky your so cute otherwise I'll be so angry at you for being the only one who didn't get caught-

[meabh-mcinness]

Nesting (Balam Shichirou x femhuman!reader)

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Summary: When your demon lover, Shichirou, begins acting oddly—more protective, more possessive, and increasingly distant—you are left bewildered and heartbroken. Once inseparable, his constant rejection of your affection stings deeply, leading to emotional confrontations and a growing sense of insecurity.

As tensions rise, a startling revelation changes everything. 

You blinked in surprise at the demon before you, confusion written obviously on your face from your scrunched together eyebrows and slightly opened mouth.

It was true that Shichirou had been acting odd lately, but this wasn’t why you had thought so. He was far more touchy than usual, which you hadn’t thought possible and were now being proven wrong. A hand almost always laid upon your shoulder or held around your waist — clawed fingers curled around your stomach — no matter that he had to practically bend in half to be able to do it. His body was guaranteed to be wrapped around you during down times and almost certainly snuggled around you when you went to bed. Large, feathered wings carefully covering your body and hiding you away from the world as you lay wrapped securely in his arms.

Your normally sweet teddy bear of a lover had also gained an attitude lately towards other demons lately. While he was still kind and touchy feely with the students and younger family members that occasionally visited their siblings, he had gotten territorial in regards to your co-workers and even downright hostile to other unknown demons that crossed your path when you went out shopping together with Iruma or to just explore other places in the Netherworld. Exploring that he recently has been denying you, stating that it was too dangerous which had culminated in a fair few fights at this point. You hadn’t appreciated being treated like a wayward child who couldn’t protect themselves and his sudden aggression and overprotection was getting on your nerves.

After an almost two full months of this treatment—you seriously praised your patience with him that was a testament to how much you loved the white gargoyle despite his current attitude. When the latest fight correlated to the words — “I can’t help how my biology reacts, I don’t understand how you can be so blasé about this!”  — your brain suddenly caught on to what, it thought, was happening, and it left you feeling horrible.

The attitude, the territorial-ness, and overprotection combined with his increased skinship were all startingly similar to how he had been acting in his pre-rut a few months ago. A wince hit your face as you berated yourself, after all how could you have forgotten so soon? While you were certain that the book you had read said gargoyle demons hit their ruts once every few years, it made a certain amount of sense that a newly mated one would perhaps have it more often, in an attempt to get their new mate pregnant and carry on their lineage sooner.

You softened suddenly in front of him, all fight leaving you as you grabbed one of his large hands with your smaller ones and lifted it so that it would cradle the side of your face. Nuzzling into the scaled flesh you apologized for not understanding sooner. After all being a slave to one’s biology was nothing new to you, no matter how often humans often tried to fight it, and you could only imagine how much it would distress you if humans still had heats and ruts like their ancestors did. Briefly your minded drifted to the omegaverse that had been such a popular trope in the fanfics you had liked to read. The absolute chaos of it that usually happened in those stories would probably have driven you insane.

You couldn’t imagine how it must be to actually experience it rather than have it regulated to fictional characters that didn’t exist. It must have been awful dealing with all of those rampaging hormones and to lose control of your own body like that. With this thought in mind, you made a decision. If he wouldn’t initiate this rut for fear of hurting you, then you would.

The day after this decision you woke bright and early, a happy thrumming going through your veins and a shiver down your spine at what you imagined the next few days were going to bring you.

You bit your lip as the thoughts started to overwhelm you before shaking your head it clear it. You had a job to do and only the day to do it. You quickly wrote out a very long grocery list, including lots of fruits and high protein jerkies that could be eaten quickly in the low periods so that energies could be kept high. You thought about it for a minute before throwing a couple of different candies on the list that left you salivating, before giving it to Shichirou with a smile and a kiss before shooing him off. Your efforts received a raised eyebrow in response, but you simply claimed a craving before wandering away again.

Now came the hardest part of your plan.

You stood just inside the door of your shared bedroom, surveying where everything stood with a critical eye. Tilting you eye this way and that you vaguely tried to remember the way Shichirou had set it up. You wanted something similar since it had been so secured and comfortable, but you weren’t certain how to achieve it.

Shichirou’s normally made nest was an amalgamation of twigs, vines, branches, and even strands of both your hair woven into a giant circle, much like a bird’s nest would be. When you started sleeping over in your courtship phase, he added a custom-made circular mattress to fit inside along with several blankets, quilts, pillows – anything soft and comfortable that he thought could add to your pleasure. 

When he was in a pre-rut, he truly decked it out with the softest furs, silk, and anything he could find that suggested both wealth and comfort to try and impress you. Since the end of the rut though you had insisted, they go in a closet, to preserve them for a later use, that had apparently come sooner than you thought it would. 

With a reaffirming nod you stalked into the room and started pulling the nest apart. The structure itself was fine, but the placement of everything inside of it rankled you for some odd reason and you were determined to make it right. Once the mattress had been striped of every blanket and pillow on it, divided into piles of each type of item, you proceeded to take out the items that were truly luxurious and oh so perfect in your mind, before also separating them into the already made piles. You were determined to somehow incorporate every single piece, to make the perfect nest for you two to use later on that night.

Even without an image in mind you started you reconstruction carefully, laying each piece just so, moving them repeatedly until you found their perfect place. When Shichirou later returned, groceries bought and put away, it was to the sight of you muttering to yourself about why the nest didn’t feel perfect yet. You couldn’t figure out what was missing and by this point it was like you possessed by the need of a perfect nest.

When he entered the room further, initially intending to help you, he hadn’t made it one step before a low guttural growl left your throat unconsciously, followed by your head turning and jaws snapping at his presence neared your unfinished product. His eyes widened at the territorial display you were posing, taking a slight step back before kneeling before you. Instinct causing his back to bow and wings spread wide before you to show he wasn’t a threat.

Tilting your head as you observed the display, your eyes immediately caught the glinting of the light off the feathers running across his beautiful black wings in contrast to pale skin and the stark whiteness of his hair. Entranced you walked forward, hand lightly brushing through the feathers, feeling the softness before your eyes dropped to the boa wrapped around the collar of his neck.

This. This is what you had been missing from the nest. Pieces of him. A constant reminder of him surrounding you from both above and below. You kneeled before him, the back of your hands brushing against his cheek before going further back to seemingly wrap around his neck as you kissed his mask. The metal stark cold against your warm lips as your fingers worked a bit to unclip the fur before lifting above his head. With a giggle at the confusion on his face, you quickly stole the fur from around his hips as well before telling him to stay there, running the fur pieces back to the nest, laying and stretching them out on the side that you typically slept on before rushing back breathlessly and making your big ask.

He stared down into your eyes with knowing amusement at your actions, seeming to understand what exactly was happening without being told. In a rush of words, you requested some of his feathers, specifically the soft downy ones that grew closer to his back and lacked any rachis or barbules that made up the stiffer ones that covered the majority of his wings.

He didn’t even hesitate to move his wings to the ground before the vines growing up the wall shot out and wrapped around the base of the feathers. Your senses and mind came back to you at the sight, “Wait, what are you—”

You never got finish your sentence as a majority of the down feathers were ripped out without even a flinch, despite the beads of blood that were starting to well up in their place. Your hand flew to your mouth at the sight, tears welling up as the vines carefully deposited the feathers into his hands so that he could offer them up to you. You ignored them however as you quickly whipped off your top and moved to lean over him to put pressure on the spot.

“I meant the loose ones, not to mutilate yourself,” you hissed at him. He shoulders moved slightly at your words, accompanied by another hiss from you, “Do not shrug at me about this! You could have done serious damage to yourself, Balam Shichirou!”

“How could I not give to my beloved mate one of the few things she desires? A few feathers that grow back quickly are an easier sacrifice to make you happy than you think.” His voice rumbled out, not the least bit apologetic about his actions as he gently pushed you away while standing up, slowly directing you back to the nest. “Now,” he said as he once more offered up the soft feathers, “where do you want these?”

The notion would have been sweet if you weren’t going to strangle him with his own vines.

The urge to strangle him rose higher later that night.

After dinner you had grabbed some of the jerky and fruits ranging from bloodberries — aptly named strawberry looking fruit that were as red as fresh blood — to a bowl of what looked like a deep truly purple version of grapes. Grabbing a bag of what looked like skittles but tasted more like chocolate truffles on your way back out, arranging them nicely along the edges of the frame of the nest.

When Shichirou joined you after a few moments, you proudly displayed your finished nest before him, even managing to lure him in for a snuggle that slowly developed into kisses and light touches before he drew away as your hand brushed along his hardening crotch, citing that he didn’t want to go further tonight. You pouted but eased up, if he wasn’t ready to start his rut then he wasn’t ready, and you could respect that.

Your irritation and turmoil however had soon reached its peak. Every attempt at discussing Shichirou's behaviour or attempting to lure him into bed to relieve him sexually seemed to end in frustration and more confusion on your end. The nights he consistently rejected your advances, he still held you close, his breath hot against your neck, you felt his tension in every muscle he had. His body, once a source of warmth and comfort with his arms and wings wrapped securely around you, was now constricting and suffocating.

You had never felt the urge to cry so much in his presence before.

One evening, after another round of Shichirou’s insistence that he couldn’t dare lay with you in such a way now due to his fear of hurting you, you finally decided you had enough. You moved from your nest and planted yourself firmly in front of him, hands on your hips, refusing to budge until you had answers. "Shichirou," you began, voice steady despite the chaos of emotions and thoughts whirling inside you, "we really need to talk."

His eyes, a mesmerizing mix of greys and whites that surrounded a pitch-black pupil, that once had enchanted you, met yours with a look of apprehension, body curling in on itself as if to make him smaller. Lately those words were often followed by a fight, something you both tried to avoid by nature and yet seemed unable to in these past weeks. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, anxiety making itself known, mentally preparing himself for another verbal sparring match.

"What's going on with you? You've been acting so strange, and it's driving me crazy," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought that you were entering another rut, but this is the fifth time you rejected me when usually you can’t wait to get your hands on me since the first one. I can't keep living like this! I feel like I’m walking on eggshells, not knowing what's happening." You took a shuttering breath, tears gathering in your eyes that you violently wiped away, Shichirou’s chirps of alarm as your displeasure made itself known in the form of angry crying. “Am I not good enough for you now? Do you know how terrible it makes me feel every time you deny the touch of my body where before you couldn’t seem to get enough? Do...do you not want me anymore?”

Speaking those words seemed to break the dam as you fell to your knees and broke into guttural sobs of at the thought, that despite his seemingly over-territorial actions he had made every day, there was every possibility that he was starting to no longer have a romantic interest in you. Where there once was a loving relationship may have turned into him simply protecting one of the few humans in the Netherworld, a source of one of his obsessions that he couldn’t give up even if he was no longer truly interested in you personally.

A startled squawk left him, and you felt him kneel before you, thighs hitting the ground with a heavy thunk. Could feel the air move as his hands reached around you, wrapping around your back and pulling you into his lap. One hand gently wrapped itself in your hair, sharp claws being careful not to cut any strands as they forced your head onto his chest, the other one rubbed and down your back.  

With your ear resting perfectly above his heart, a vibration started rumbling out of his chest that you could barely hear over your crying but could feel, as your whole body started to move in tune with it. His arms lifted you slightly as he readjusted himself so that he was sitting with criss-crossed legs before letting you down into his lap. A sudden whoosh sound was accompanied by a lack of light vaguely entered your senses, his wings had come out and encircled the both of you, hiding the view of your shuttering body from the rest of the world.

A clanking of metal hitting the ground was heard before his head lowered to bury his face in the hair on top of your head, a purring sound now accompanying the vibrations that came from his chest over the sounds of your sobbing.

Slowly, your crying stifled to sniffles and your breathing started to come under control to match his more relaxed one. As his nose continued nuzzling into your hair and large clawed hands went on with the calming ministrations, your hands came up to wipe the last of your tears away as your harsh breathing finally evened out again. 

You felt exhausted with a headache forming and small shivers wracking your body on occasion as a result on your sob fest. It embarrassed you had lost your cool like that, but you were just so tired while at the same time being consumed by so many emotions that it only exhausted you further. It had only been a matter of time before you broke.

With a soft sigh you asked the last dreaded question you had, “At this point it feels like you don’t even want me, don’t love me, anymore. Like you just see me as some human to protect from the Netherworld rather than your lover. Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes widened, jaw slacking at your words before quickly scrambling to reassure you. "No, it's not that, it won’t ever be that. I could never not want you," he admitted, his voice insistent yet softer now, “You’re my mate. My heart and soul, the better half as you humans say. I love you with every fibre of my being and would gladly die before ever having to live in a world without you in it.” His head shook, silver hair flashing about with the movement, his body shivering at the very thought of it. "No, it wasn’t because of anything even close you doing something wrong. If anything, it's because I love you so much with the gifts you have given me. Most recently especially, as you're carrying my youngling."

Your eyebrows narrowed in confusion, as your brain tried to process the information he was passing on. You knew that younglings were, as implied, young demons, the oldest of which were in what was the Netherworld’s version of their first couple years of elementary school. The youngest of that group were infants and…embryos.  The world seemed to tilt on its axis as his words sunk in. Pregnant? You?

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place—his protective behaviour, his constant need to touch you, his refusal to let you out of his sight. It all made sense now. "How... how do you know?" you asked, your hand unconsciously moving to your stomach, finally noticing the small bump protruding from it.

You hadn’t even truly noticed the swelling of your stomach, chalking up your pants slowly not fitting due to the almost sedentary lifestyle Shichirou had forced you into over the course of the past few months. You had never even noticed the swelling of your breasts accompanying it, or how you hadn’t experienced your monthly.  Far too focused on Shichirou’s newly found actions.

"Your pheromones," he replied with a small chuckle, pulling you even closer to him. "I can smell the change in your scent. What is normally a woodsy musk became sweetened like milk and pastries a couple of weeks after the rut. I didn’t realize what it meant until I met with a student’s mother who was carrying their own youngling, though much further along, that had the same cloying scent stuck to them. I didn’t tell you because I assumed you knew. Demonesses and their partners can often tell a few weeks in – by the end of the first month at the latest. I’ve known for a while now and it never occurred to me that humans might not have the same skill."

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you processed the revelation. Shichirou pulled you further into his arms, holding you tightly. "I'm sorry for making you worry," he murmured against your hair. "I just wanted to protect you and our youngling."

You hugged him back, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over you, a disbelieving laugh that bordered hysterical left you. "I wish you had told me sooner," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "But I understand your actions now, and I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding earlier."

He shook his again, musing up your hair in the process, “No, I should have thought of the fact that humans faced gestation periods differently than demon-kind and approached you about it. You act so much like a demon sometimes that it’s easy to forget you weren’t born one of us.”

“Let’s just agree we were both wrong and move on,” you mumbled.

You settled back in against his chest, snuggling against the warm flesh under his shirt and enjoying the feeling of his arms circled around you before a sudden thought crossed your brain.

“Oh, by the way,” you called to him as you booped the tip of his nose for attention. A light hum and wrinkling of the appendage was your answer. “While I understand your fears, you’re going to have to get over it. Preferably soon.”

He blinked, eyebrows narrowing in confusion at your words before widening again, “I understand. I was a little zealous in protecting you and I’ll try to do better in letting you do your own thing. Though I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to ignore all of my instincts especially with how dangerous—”

“While I appreciate that,” you interrupted him, already knowing he was going to go on a long spiel about the dangers of the Netherworld again, which at this point you could mouth along to word for word. “I actually wasn’t referring to it.” His head tilted like a bird, eyebrows stitching together once more as he tried to think of what you had actually meant.

“Sex, darling.” You declared casually as could be while he visibly startled at your words, a fierce flush spreading across his cheeks to the tip of his ears. “It is a well-known fact among my kind that human females often get extremely horny throughout and especially towards the beginning of their pregnancy.” You shifted in his lap so that you were kneeling in-between his legs, arms looping around his neck to bring his blushing face closer to your own.

“And I propose that we start right now. After all you have a lot of making up to do on that front.” With the plush of his lips pressing against your own, you couldn’t help but sigh up into his mouth at the familiar feeling of his hands lightly gripping your hips, before digging in slightly as you nipped what remained of his bottom lip.

Yes, there was a lot of making up to do indeed. And you were going to enjoy every minute of it.

[lav-bee]

Welcome to Demon School x Reader

How they protect your drink in a bar

Characters: Balam, Kalego, Opera, Iruma, Clara, Asmodeus

💛- read as platonic

Warnings?: Drinking... obvi, kinda mentions it in the title XD

Balam

- Holds the cup with two hands and has it close to his chest

- Glances down to the drink every now and then while making sure no one's hands come close to your cup

- Very unlikely anyone would try something, Balam would scare them off pretty easily by just standing there

- Your drink is safe with him :)

Kalego

- Is a little stiff at first when you leave him with your drink

- He didn't know you trusted him like that, but once you make that clear he won't betray that trust, keeps the drink close

- Anyone that comes near will be scared away with a glare of his

- Your drink will be protected

Opera

- They're a great pick, top 3 to look after your drink

- Will keep your drink on the table their sitting in front of but will move your drink closer to themself

- Anyone that gets close will get wacked by thair tail and if worse comes to worse they’ll beat them up

- 100/100 will keep your drink protected

Iruma

- Never lets the drink out of his sight and for extra protection he places a hand over top of it

- Continues to converse with his friends and if some stranger happens to come over, there is 0 chance Iruma will let them touch the cup

- Drink is safe and sound

Clara

- Drinks it

- Nah, but in all seriousness if you give her an important task such as look after your drink she will protect it

- Holds it close to her will two hands and glares at everyone that passes by

- Drink is 100% safe with her

Azz

- Will leave your drink on the table counter but will pull it closer to him

- Glares at anyone walking by while sipping on his own drink

- If anyone suspicious comes over attempting anything Azz will threaten them with fire and scare them off

- Your drink will be safe

[mr-yuugo]

All In Your Head

-Mairimashita! Iruma-Kun! X Reader [Gender Neutral]-

Words: 1,985

Summary: The reader is hit by a hallucination spell when fighting Netherworld beasts. When the reader's eyes land on other demons they can't help but mutter out apologies. Apologies for something that never really happened.

Quick note! This takes place when Opera and the others are attending Babyls!

Posted this on my AO3 as well!

Staring at the bodies in front of you, you couldn't move. How could you? Your breathing became irregular as you began to cry. Falling to your knees you sobbed their names out, apologizing for what you had done.

Kalego, Shichiro, and Opera. Their names left your mouth as you screamed out apology after apology. How could you!?? Your eyes stayed lingering on Opera, your heart felt like it had cracked into billions of pieces.

You didn't remember what had happened, you only really remember coming into the woods for your daily beast slaying. Did they somehow fall victim to your attacks? They had to, their bodies were all cut up in various ways. Your weapon was thrown a few feet beside you.

But why couldn't you remember? It's not like you normally blacked out. Was this maybe the beast doing? Maybe you were hit with an attack that made your memory fuzzy.

You heard a quiet chirp. Staring ahead you found that Kalego was never really Kalego. It was some type of Netherland beast. Standing up you made your way to it. It has reverted back to its original form as it cried out in misery.

Your eyes were empty and cold as you stood over it. Now that you calmed down slightly you noticed how the blood around you was not red, it was a purple-ish one. Your mind raced back to something you were learning back in Babyls.

Looking over the creature carefully you determined it was a type of bird species. While this certain species, the male birds were able to shape-shift while the female birds sprayed sometype of magic.

Rage filled you, how could you be so stupid? It was never real, you never really killed them. It was just a dumb trick, the damn bird had gotten the best of you.

Even though it was all in your head, you couldn't stop yourself from mumbling out apologies. Ghosting your foot over the bird's neck, you cried harder. Stomping your foot on it repeatedly your apologies were muffled put by the bird's own cries.

After a while it stopped but you continued, trying to get your sadness out. When you finally stopped you went to pick up your weapon. Using your bloodline magic you made it disappear into thin air. It was the weekend so the only place you had to go was home.

Your legs just started to move on their own as your blood-soaked clothes just stuck to your skin. Finally, you had made it home, it was deadly silent.

"Dad must not be home yet..." You thought as you made your way to your room. You entered your own bathroom in your room soon after. Stripping off your clothes you just threw them on the floor.

Turning on the shower you didn't even give it a moment to get warm and just got in. The flakes of blood fell off of you and fell into the drain below.

You couldn't go to school tomorrow. You just couldn't, if you were to see any of them you were sure you would just break down crying.

It was all in your head, you kept telling yourself. It wasn't real it was all just some animal's magic, it was going to be alright.

The shower water only merged with your tears, hiding them as if they weren't even there.

After showering you got out, grabbing a towel that was convincingly there. Picking up your clothes you just threw them away. Quickly brushing your teeth you then made your way to your closet where you picked out your sleeping clothes like normal. Brushed your hair like normal. Laying on your bed you realized you were crying the whole time.

Was this part of that bird's spell? The thought made you angry. You had only seen those 3 male birds, if you were really put under a spell there must have been another one of those disgusting creatures. You vowed to yourself that you would kill every last one of them.

Allowing your eyes to close you fell asleep.

....

You were currently eating breakfast as you had already woken up and gotten ready. You didn't really have the energy to do anything, you didn't even want to wake up. Your father had walked in, turning into his usual egg-like form as he began to shower you in kisses. You would normally laugh or try to push him away but today you just let it happen.

Sullivan found it strange as you hadn't muttered a single word. He called out your name a few times only to have to shake you to get your attention. He noticed how you kept your head low, staring down. Pushing back your chair to get up caused him to back up slightly.

"Y/N sweetheart? Is something the matter? why won't you talk to me!" He cried

You didn't even look at him as you grabbed your school bag and began to make your way to the door. Just about when you reached the front door he put a hand on your shoulder stopping you from moving any forward.

"Ignoring your father is no way to treat me, unacceptable!"

This whole time you had kept your head down not daring to look up at him, well that's what he was thinking. The whole incident with the stupid birds triggered something in your head. For some reason you saw your own father laying down on the floor, his eyes cold and empty as blood surrounded him. You thought you were looking at him the entire time, it was all in your head.

You shoved his hand away and made your way out of the mansion. Leaving Sullivan in shock. He knew something was wrong, were you on your evil cycle? No, you didn't normally act this way when you were. His eyes stayed on you until your figure was nowhere to be seen.

When you finally arrived at school eyes were all on you. By being the honor student it was normal to get this type of attention. Your father had practically made you into a celebrity. The girls and the boys would always whisper about how good-looking you were as you walked passed them.

Making your way to homeroom your hands began to shake slightly as you swallowed a lump in your throat. You shared homeroom with Opera. Currently, as you were walking to your class, your eyes were still glued to the ground and you wanted to cry.

Seeing all these "dead" people was unbearable. In truth, if you got close enough you heard them talking as if they were still alive. That was the only thing keeping your sanity together. You knew it was all in your head, a trick, but for some reason, you thought it was your fault.

As you opened the door to your homeroom class you quickly made your way to your seat. After a few minutes, homeroom had begun. Your teacher began to call names for attendance. Your name was called out once, then twice.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning your head slightly you heard the body of the girl next to you speak.

"Say...yo...her..." (Say you're here)

Your name was called out again, opening your mouth it was quickly closed as you felt a presence next to you.

"They're here."

This voice was much more recognizable than the last. Much clearer and easy to hear. You felt a finger poke your cheek. Flinching at the feeling you heard a quiet laugh. You knew it was Opera, your eyes threatened to release the tears you were holding in.

"What's up with you?" The poking action was repeated. The voice you heard was becoming less recognizable as you heard a ringing sound in your ear. "Did I do something to upse.." The voice drowned out in your ear. At some point, the poking stopped.

After a while, you saw how the bodies began to crawl towards the classroom door. Getting up you began to leave. Only for you to be slightly held down. Meeting eyes with Opera you were still looking down. Finally looking at their dead eyes you began to cry again, apology after apology you sobbed.

"Why are you crying?" They spoke in disbelief. You were always a happy person, nothing really ever got the best of you. "Why won't you talk to me? Did I say something you didn't like? I'm sorry if I did."

Hearing Opera apologize to you made you ball your fists. "No, it's my fault you shouldn't apologise." You sobbed. "Please stop looking at me like that! I already said I'm sorry!" You screamed. Your voice echoes in the empty classroom.

Opera furrowed their brows. Was their concerned gaze upsetting you? But they did notice how not once you had looked at them dead in the eyes. They were confused.

Saying one last sorry you shoved past them and made your way to the door leaving Opera speechless. As you closed the door you began to head to your first class of the day. Luckily it was not far so you would still be able to make it in time.

"Y/N!"

You recognized that voice, clear as day. "Shichiro!" You yelled out happily. He had embraced you in a tight hug. Though when you saw him, his eyes were also cold and empty. "Oh" was all you could think. Your smile turned into a thin line making Shichiro send you a questionable look.

"Ugh let go of her you big animal." Kalego huffed. "Come on Y/N let's walk to class together." He said as he continued to walk. He didn't look back to see if you were following him.

Shichiro noticed your hesitation. "Ar....you....alright?" (Are you alright?) His voice beginning to drown out in your ears as well.

Placing your hands over your ears you stopped thinking for a second. You took deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. "I'm sorry I'm not feeling well."

"Do...yo...nee...the...urse?" (Do you need the nurse?) Shichiro asked

"No I don't need the nurse, I just need to talk to my father. Don't worry about me I'll be fine. You guys go ahead I wouldn't want you to be late." Walking away quickly you made your way to your father's office.

You knocked on the door before heading in. As soon as you stepped in your father jumped up from his seat excited to see you.

"Ah! Y/N! How nice of you to come to see me! Did you get lonely without me?" He chuckled as he hugged you tight. "Don't worry about class! How about you stay here with me and keep me company from all these papers I have to sign!"

Looking down at you he halted from speaking. Pushing you off of him just a bit he noticed the tears in your eyes. His hands trembled slightly as he freaked out. "Hey, what's wrong! Is it something to do with what happened this morning?"

Hugging him again you held him tightly. Your quiet sniffles fill the room. "Dad I want to go home. I don't want to be here anymore."

"Of course but you have to tell me what's wrong. Did someone hurt you in any way?" He asked, his tone changed. He was talking much more gently so as to not scare you away.

"Dad...I...don't know what to do. I can't face anyone."

"What do you mean?"

You stayed silent. You didn't mean to but you did. From the moment you walked into his office, you couldn't hear anything. Not even the ringing sound from earlier. It scared you truly.

The embrace with your father only radiated a slight warmth. But it wasn't enough. Would you stay like this forever? The thought of it scared you. "Why can't I hear you, dad? Please just take me home.." You whispered, your voice trembling with every word you spoke out loud.

[j-cartoons-blog]

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[yayakoishii]

Picture This | Balam Shichirou x Reader

Fandom: Mairimashita Iruma-kun

Pairing: Balam Shichirou x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre/Tags: Fluff

Summary: You find out about the kind and gentle Balam Shichirou and meet him with a proposition of your own.

A/n: I have known this demon for 3 episodes and I'm in LOVE;; so I basically got possessed by the sudden urge to write something for him. he's the kindest, the sweetest, the BEST TEACHER EVER 😭 I love teachers like him so much, this was very self-indulgent and kinda just me admiring him hehe... I hope you enjoy this short thing I wrote, even though there's a high chance that he might be slightly ooc since I haven't known him for longer than 3 episodes.

also available on ao3!

The chatter in the class was a low hum as everyone worked on their own worksheets that you had just printed out. The Apocalypse Test was close and as a new teacher at Babyls, you wanted your first results to reflect well. If the results were not good then that would mean you had to work harder as a teacher.

You were walking amongst the students, listening in on their discussions or aiding them in finding where the answer could be found in the textbook. It was an open book, open discussion worksheet solving session and you were pleased with how well the students seemed to be handling it without making too much noise. The abnormal class could be really serious about studying when they put their mind to it, huh?

The bobbing of a blue head caught your attention and you walked closer to Iruma's seat. As always, he was sitting between Alice and Clara but the three of them were referring to their own books. (Except for Clara; you were pretty sure the book in her hand had nothing to do with studying…) The book in Iruma's hand was one you had never seen before but it looked interesting.

"Iruma-kun?" You stopped in front of his desk and looked down at the book curiously. Said boy startled and looked up in panic until he realised it was just you. "Where did you get this book?"

"Oh!" He gave you a warm smile, the kind that always made you smile in return. "Balam-sensei gave it to me because I was… y'know… struggling to understand."

"Can I see it?" You asked, curiosity taking a hold of you. Iruma handed you the book and you leafed through it. Surprisingly, it was a picture book with really easy explanations. Whoever wrote it had your gratitude; these were the kind of books that made learning enjoyable and less daunting. You closed it and looked at the cover to check the author's name. "Huh? Balam Shichirou…? Balam-sensei wrote this book?"

"Yes!" Iruma beamed at you. "He made some of them especially for me."

"That's wonderful," you felt touched even though you had never met the man. When you had aspired to be a teacher, this was the kind of teacher you were aiming for. Somebody who helped even the students who were struggling to understand, from the basics so they could build a stronger structure of knowledge on it. "Is it easier for you to understand this way?"

"It is," Iruma admitted, shyly scratching the back of his neck. You smiled and lightly patted the top of his head, startling the boy a little.

"I'll keep that in mind for my next class," you said. "And while I'm grateful for Balam-sensei… Why didn't you tell me if you were struggling to understand my teaching, Iruma-kun? I would have adjusted for you."

You pouted at him so he knew you weren't seriously mad at him; just a little upset.

"No, no, no!" The boy panicked and shook his hands in a negating gesture. "That's not it, (y/n)-sensei!! I just didn't want to burden you because I was the only one struggling even with your easy explanations… I guess having it in written form like this just helps to remember what you've already taught."

"It's not a burden, Iruma-kun," you reminded him. "It's my job as a teacher to make sure you understand. If you don't understand something, that's my responsibility. If you're worried about being a bother to the rest of the class, you can always come to me after the classes are over to get a quick personalised lesson."

"Eh?" He looked surprised. "Wouldn't that take up your time, sensei?"

"If it helps my students then it's time well spent!"

•

After your classes for the day were done, you asked around the staffroom for where you could find Balam Shichirou. Kalego gave you the directions and you made your way to his office, curious about what kind of person he must be and how he would look. From whatever Iruma had told you, he already sounded like a kind person and a great teacher. You found the door and knocked on it before looking inside.

"Balam-sensei?" You asked. There was a demon with long white hair sitting on a table, writing something down, who startled at your voice. "Can I come in?"

"O- Oh, yes, please!" He seemed a little confused by your presence but you stepped in and closed the door behind yourself. There was an empty stool across the table so you sat down on it. "Um, (y/n)-sensei, would you like some Hell Grey Tea?"

"Oh!" You hadn't expected him to know your name. Suddenly, it felt embarrassing that you had never heard of him before this. "Yes, thank you for the offer, Balam-sensei."

He nodded and got up to make you some. He worked in silence so you took the time to look around his office. The shelves full of books were eye-catching and your hands were already itching to dig into them and read all the unfamiliar volumes. Your eyes drifted over to the book sitting in front of you that Balam was working on. Your eyes widened when you realised it was another picture book, this one on one of the battles that had occured some centuries ago. Your hands moved to check it before you could even think that it would be rude.

"Here you go– oh, you saw my book," Balam placed the tea just out of the way enough so that you wouldn't accidentally bump it. "Do you… like picture books, (y/n)-sensei?"

"Not particularly," you admitted as you skimmed through what was already drawn and written. "But I like to read so picture books are fun too! I suppose I never got much into them because my home was full of textual books and I liked those just fine so I never had any picture books as a kid. I may not know much about them, but this is really well-written, Balam-sensei! You draw so well too."

"Oh," the other demon pinked at your words as he took his seat. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I'm making this one for a student but you could borrow a different one if you're interested."

"Ah! That reminds me why I came here," you beamed at him, gently placing the book back where you had picked it up from. "I saw the picture book you gave Iruma-kun in my class today. Our subjects have a small section that overlaps so he was referring to the book you made for him and I couldn't help noticing it. It was truly so easy to understand and it gave me the idea that such a method would be helpful with other subjects too."

"Really?" He seemed surprised by your words but you could tell that he was also touched. "I would like to share them with all the students too, but for some reason, they keep running away when I try to show them my picture books."

"Ah," you leaned back when you realised that you had accidentally leaned over in your excitement. The other teachers in the staffroom had told you about Balam's reputation amongst the students. "I'm sure they would benefit from it. I could share your books with some of my students if that works for you, Balam-sensei. And, if you would be interested, I wanted to try making a picture book explaining my subject too. It's a huge task and I would compensate you accordingly for your time and efforts–"

"You…" If Balam had seemed shocked before, it was nothing compared to his face now. Although his mouth was covered by a metal mask, you could tell from how wide his eyes had gotten. "You want to… make a picture book… with me?"

"Only if you're interested!" You bit your bottom lip nervously. "I personally really liked your books and I thought it would be a great way to learn for the students who have a weaker or slower grasp of understanding. Since I'm not very familiar with the process, I thought it would be amazing if I could have the aid of your experience. I understand if it's a commitment that you don't have the time for, and there's no guarantee that it will work out but I would love to at least try it with you."

"I would love to," Balam uttered softly and even without seeing his mouth, you could tell that he was gently smiling at you with how his eyes curved just so. The sight made your heart unexpectedly quicken and you fidgeted in your seat, picking up the Hell Grey Tea you had forgotten about. "I didn't think any of the other teachers liked me much but I'm very happy that you thought of me when you wanted to try this out."

"I don't think they dislike you, Balam-sensei," you smiled from behind the cup of tea. "But I suppose people just get so caught up in appearances and assumptions. People who have much to hide seem dangerous at first glance and we don't take time to get to know them if we can help it. I admit I might have fallen prey to the same kind of thinking if I hadn't heard about you from Iruma-kun. I could tell you were a kind and wonderful teacher from the way he spoke about you."

Balam's eyes widened and for a second, you thought his eyes seemed glassy. You blinked and the light was gone but Balam's eyes were still the soft shape. Now that you took the time to study his face, you realised he was quite handsome. The thought made you accidentally slam your tea cup down on the table in panic and the ceramic broke, startling the both of you.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!!" You were flustered but you hurriedly tried to collect the pieces together without hurting yourself. "I'm so clumsy…"

"It's okay," Balam reassured you, coming over to your side to help you pick up some of the pieces. "I'll take them to the trash. Are you hurt?"

"I don't– oh, just a little it seems," you had a very tiny cut from a sharper piece you had picked up. It didn't hurt. You waved it off as you carefully put the pieces you had collected in Balam's large gloved hands. "Nothing to worry about. It will be healed in a day or two. I really am sorry for troubling you, Balam-sensei!"

"I told you, it's fine."

He carefully threw away the trash then returned to you with an ointment from his desk drawer. You had stuck the finger into your mouth to suck at the blood and stop the flow but it felt embarrassing when you realised that Balam was watching you. You hurriedly removed the finger and tried to find a cloth to wipe it off but Balam crouched in front of you and asked for your hand silently. You ended up placing yours in his and watched him carefully pat it off before putting on the ointment.

"Thank you," you blushed fiercely when he was done and still hadn't let go of your hand. In fact, he was now standing up and holding both your arms in his own; the proximity was making your heart beat unnaturally fast. "Um, Balam-sensei..?"

"Yes?" He asked, blinking down at your comparatively smaller form in his arms.

"Y- You can let go of me now," you mumbled. Your words made him stutter and he let go in a panic.

"I- I'm so sorry, I just tend to do that without thinking!" He was blushing too, embarrassed. Balam didn't want to make you uncomfortable after you had been so nice to him. For once, he was actually getting along with someone new. For that matter, you were the one to approach him first! Not to mention, he had found you really beautiful when he had first seen you in the staffroom, laughing at Dali's joke. You hadn't seen him then, but that brief memory flashed in his mind when you softly giggled.

The sound of your laugh made his heart skip a beat. Balam stared at you as you flashed him a warm smile.

"If you wanted to hold me, you could have just asked, Balam-sensei!" You beamed and opened your arms for a hug. "I don't mind you touching me. I was just surprised."

Oh.

Balam's hands twitched for a second, the same nervousness he felt when Iruma tried to touch him popping up. But this time, it felt a bit different. The nervousness in his stomach felt like those fantastical creatures called butterflies that he had read about. His heart seemed to be thumping louder than usual too.

It was only when his larger frame swallowed yours into a gentle grip that he realised. He could feel the outline of your smile against his bicep.

Ah, this was what they called a crush, huh?

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[positively-mine]

Could you do a Balam-sensei courting you post please?

Balam Shichiro courting you

What he’d do in this situation to court you

A/n: My schedule is a mess and I wasn’t planning to write this tonight but when i thought of Balam sense I I couldn’t stop 😵‍💫 Also doing 2 situations for him, will write the human ver when I’m free. Not proofread bc I’m sleepy so if there is ANY mistake, pls tell me :’)

His crush for you is very innocent

He can tell what he’s feeling but doesn’t know what to do

Doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

So he decides he’ll keep it under wraps

spoiler: he’s unsuccessful

Whenever he’s free he’ll like to pop by your table/ class and talk to you

Totally random topics

Like about his students or species

His thoeries

Or just small talk

Also is more comfortable with taking his mask off around you

I hc that he likes to write motivating messages for you on post its

And leaves them in bizarre places for you to find them

Example?

In between students papers that you’re marking

A potted plant that you randomly pass by in the hallway

don’t question it, but if you really want to know..

He sends tiny animals to leave them there

Once he knows that you’re ok with his ministrations

Sends different flower species to you

Every time you receive a flower it holds a different meaning

He hopes that you’ll be able to piece it together

(He’s too shy to say anything) ( ´∀｀)

When he sees you walking down the hallway, his eyes linger on your form

He can’t help that he’s body naturally seeks you out

SPOILERS FOR IMPOSTER ARC (?)

After what happened he makes sure that he always keeps an eye on you

Not in a stalkerish way

But by leaving a little plant or animal that he can communicate with

Still respects your privacy so don’t worry about the details 🙂

He’s getting a little impatient that you’re not getting it

So he might decide to take things into his own hands soon

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Daddy's baby

Balam was happily letting a tiny Clara climb all over him like he was some kind of mountain as he read a book to a sleepy little Alice and Iruma. Both boys snuggled together on his lap. Honestly, you were trying desperately not to squeal.

How was it again that this demon was single before you came along? He should have had five, if not six, little ones of his own with another on the way at this point. And that was at least!

By all accounts, he should have had a harem at this point! Demons were blind! You huffed as you watched him carefully tucking in the two boys while he carefully held a now squirming Clara.

A baby Jazz sat in your lap coloring, and you cooed happily over his scribbles. How was it that 4 out of your 13 children had been reduced to toddlers? Funny story...

Jazz was working on a project with his battler, something about making anti-aging potions. And of course, that's when your chaotic jellybean comes running in with her two precious soul mates behind her, trying to do damage control. Long story short, something gets knocked into the concoction, and it explodes.

Causing you and several other teachers to rush into the room. Your first instinct is to make sure each of your kids is alright. But really, the moment you spotted tiny hands reaching for you, your brain broke.

You couldn't help but snuggle and use baby talk. Really, it should be illegal for your kids to be so adorable. You and Sullivan took many pictures that first hour before you came to your senses about returning them to their original state.

You gave Dali-San the task of figuring that out as you would have your hands full. Balam had been terrified at first, thinking he'd hurt one of them accidentally, but both Clara and Iruma got him past those thoughts rather quickly as they reached out and tugged or held onto the large gargoyle.

Which required more pictures as you took the kids home for the day. It actually wasn't that bad. Sure, they got into things, and yes, you would definitely have a mess for later, but overall you loved it.

You glanced over to see Clara and Balam now rolling alone the floor. Your little jellybean laughing as she wore herself out trying and failing to get out of her kind teachers hold. You giggled.

Jazz had slipped off your lap and crept over to the playing duo. You watched as his tail waved back and forth rather lazily as he got a closer look. You blinked in shock.

Before you knew it, your little Jazzy had thrown himself at Balam as well. Luckily, the older demon had been paying attention and caught him by the back of his shirt. You letbout a sigh of relief.

Balam set Clara down and now played with the laughing little imp. "Baby, don't jump on, Daddy." You teased without thinking. You blushed. Both Jazz and shichiro are looking at you.

You heard a clatter and groaned. Clara had escaped the room again. You rushed out to do damage control. Secretly glad for a distraction.

... You take that back. Where in Hell did your little chaotic imp find glitter? Was she able to use her bloodline ability this young? Opera was going to kill you for the carpet.

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Jazz stared up at the large demon, still holding him. His tail flicked in curiosity. "Baby?" He points to himself. Balam nodded, and a soft rumble left his chest.

"Baby," He confirmed, ruffling the little demons hair. Jazz's tail now waved happily as he beamed and pointed at himself again. "Daddy's baby!"

His heart pounded, and his cheeks turned red. But who could blame him? That was just so cute! Jazz tilted his head and pouted. "Daddy's baby?" This time as a question.

He pulled the little one closer and cooed, almost trilling. "Daddy's baby." He repeated firmly, so there wasn't doubt. The laughter that escaped the small child had him feeling like he was on cloud 9 all day.

[demon-guardian]

I live for adult comfort - child/teen reader! Can you do Opera, Balam and Kalego with a student reader who wants to be like them? Do the same job. So, they ask them to help them realize this dream. Because Opera/Kalego/ Balam is their model in life? Ur work is amazing

This is a cute scenario! Thank you for enjoying my work. For the story you are in the misfit class. Also takes around the harvest festival.

Opera

After seeing Opera fight at Walter Park, you were inspired by them and wanted to follow in their footsteps

When you go up to Opera and ask if can they teach you how to be like them

Opera is caught off guard for a second but then looks at you to see if you are serious

Opera, "Y/n you being a security demon means a lot of work right. You need to have a dependence on your serve. You need that "trust". Are you willing to do that?"

Y/N: "Yes I am willing!"

Seeing you so willing to learn and have that "trust" in another demon, Opera understands

After that day you start working with Opera at the Sullivan household

Even in a similar suit as Opera wears

Iruma was excited to see you there and try to interact with you like he would at school but Opera stopped him

Opera: "Sorry Master Iruma they are in training right now. So please treat them like you would me."

Iruma: "Oh alright. Good luck Y/N!"

The first week was a bit difficult, to say the least. You were surprised by how Opera does

But you never gave up and your hard work begin to show during the harvest festival

Opera taught you even during that time as well

You team up with Gaap and Agares and end up helping them by temporarily serving them

You help them fight and protect the base

At the end of the festival, you were able to go up a rank

You were proud of what you were able to become with Opera teaching you

(Who would have thought Opera would become your teacher again in your second year as well)

Kalego

While you knew Kalego was not the nicest teacher out their

You can appreciate how much he dedicated to his job

Seeing how well detail he is in his notes when you go up to him to ask a question he answers

Even turning the Walter Park Event into a teaching experience (No matter how bad it was)

You won't outright go and ask him to teach you on to become a teacher, because you don't think he will be too thrilled about that

So you go to him and ask him other questions about school and classes

But he catches on quickly to your plan and sees how you want to be a teacher

He takes pride that you see him as a good role model and when you come around he will start giving more tips and advice on the subject you ask

While both of you never admit to the true intentions of your interaction everyone else can see how you become Kalego's favorite student

Balam

Unlike the other two, you started to look up to Balam before the Walter Park event

It was during the crazy studying for your exams when you went to the class on the imaginary creatures due to you having trouble in the subject

That was when you met Balam who was substituting for the class

You were nervous to meet him of all the stories you had heard about him

But once you stepped into the class and heard him teach, his excitement for the subject made you want to stay

You try to go talk to him more after that class but you can never find the right time to do so

But when you got to Walter Park you saw this as an opportunity to learn more about him

Seeing him fight and how he use his demon knowledge to win a fight made you really love the subject and want to learn more about it

After the fight, you went up to him and ask him to teach you more about the subject

While you don't know if you want to be a teacher like him, what you do know is that you want to be a biologist like Balam

[zenithshiddenden]

ᴴᵃᵖᵖʸ ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ!

𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴(⁺ᶜʰⁱʸᵒ!)

caution! there may be manga spoilers under the cut!

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

This was his first Valentine's with you as his sweetheart, to say he was excited was an understatement. He had been preparing for this since Christmas passed, he wanted to make the most of the day, and most importantly, make sure you enjoyed it.

But little did he know that you had caught wind of his plans, especially with all the questions he had been posing you.

But you played along, you couldn't bear for him to be disappointed, and he was just too adorable.

He took you to Walter Park for the first half of the day, paying for all of the expenses. When the sun was at it's peak and the heat was insufferable, he took you to a park for a picnic lunch. He made lunch for the both of you, a simple veggie dish and rice.

After Lunch, he took you shopping, but you watched him excitedly dart around, looking at all the snacks and magical tools around.

Even though it wasn't a surprise, you were happy that he planned all this to spend time with you. You could never forget how widely he smiled after you told him about how much you enjoyed the day, it made you fall in love with him all over again.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

Chiyo had many demands of her time, and knew that Valentine's day would be no different. She promised you she would take leave from her work when the 14th rolled around, but sad to say that promise was never fulfilled.

You weren't the only one upset when you returned to your room, expecting to see her, only to see a gift wrapped present with a letter of apology beside it. Chiyo too was frustrated that she was suddenly summoned away- away from you.

11pm rolled around, and she had shown no sign of returning. The day was almost over, and your girlfriend hadn't appeared.

The clock hit 12am, and you decided to retire, but you heard the unlocking and locking of the door, followed by a set of quickened footsteps as Chiyo approached your bedroom. She got on her knees, apologizing profusely to you.

Could you forgive her? The look of relief she had when you hugged her, admitting that you couldn't be mad, and it was best you two retired for the night.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐑

You sat alone in your shared room, silently seething at your boyfriend. Of course he scored tickets for a DeviDol concert that just so happened to be on Valentine's Day, right? But there was no use being angry.

You threw yourself onto the bed, glaring at the DeviDol poster on the wall. Was it wrong to want your boyfriend all to yourself just for one day?

You opened your phone, the vines of envy wrapping itself around your heart and twisting. Everyone was offline, probably spending time with their lovers.

Just as you were about to put your phone away and cry yourself to sleep, you received a text from Murmur. Did the concert end early? Did he drink himself into oblivion and need you to pick him up again?

It was neither. All he had asked you to do was to come to a fancy restaurant in an hour, and you suddenly started to question. You dressed up, and left the house, going to the restaurant. You couldn't help but wonder, the restaurant in question was a super popular one for higher ranking demons, and it was almost impossible to get a reservation there.

You arrived, and was guided in by a waiter, to a table where your boyfriend was awkwardly waiting, folding his napkin into complex oragami.

When you sat down, he couldn't help but flash a smile, and you instantly knew that he had planned this all along, and the DeviDol concert was just a convenient cover-up.

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐈

Dali was mysterious, that was for sure. You could never tell was he was thinking or feeling under the masks of laughs and smiling. One thing for sure was that he dedicated himself to teaching, not overlooking any mistake.

So you weren't surprised when you went looking for him on Valentine's, you found him in his office marking his students most recent essays.

You watched him for a while, wondering if you should approach him or walk away, and spend your Valentine's alone. But before you could make your decision, you heard him call your name.

He's almost hurt from the fact you thought he would forget to spend time with his girlfriend on Valentine's. He asked you to come to a certain location in a few hours. The ballroom where Devilams are usually held. That's odd, as far as you were concerned there was no Devilam happening today-

You and Dali were in an empty ballroom. Your bodies swaying effortlessly to the music playing in your heads. You and him both dressed as if you were royalty from fairy tales.

Then you knew, that he was the one for you.

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎

You sat alone in your lovers home, giving Kalego's beloved cacti their monthly drown- watering..

He was busy, all he always was.. today being no different. You wouldn't be surprised if he forgot that today was Valentine's, or if his clan didn't celebrate the holiday. But right now he was with his 'beloved' Misfits, and it made you smile knowing that Kalego was finally getting along with his class instead of scaring them off like he used to.

A notification drew your attention to your phone, it was from Kalego. Well- from Kalego's number, the message was obviously written by one of his students. You smiled as you got ready to leave, heading over to the Royal One.

You didn't expect to see your lover tied up in pink lacy ribbon with a scowl as the rest of the class wished you Happy Valentine's, claiming to have caught your 'escaped fiance'.

Sure Kalego didn't like this idea, but it was all worth it seeing the smile on your face as you laughed, thanking his moronic students.

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌

He devoted today to you, clearing out his schedule by completing all his work early. He requested to take off, and given the fact he rarely does so, Dali and Sullivan both gave their 666s.

He would gather a bouquet of rare, but beautiful flowers for you. And if you should request for him to keep them alive so that you could admire their beauty for longer, he would gladly do so, even teaching you how to raise them to reach their peak beauty.

You two preferred a more quiet Valentine's, enjoying spending time with each other in your shared home over going out. You would complain about your work, while braiding his hair as he listened, making small comments, and occasionally even taking your 'enemies' side.

The day would end with a dinner the two of you would cook together, even though Balam's hands looked way too big to hold the average demon-sized pan..

Afterwards you would cuddle in bed, with you stroking his scarred jaw, and pretty much using him as your personal mattress.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀

You wouldn't see Opera till mid-day that's for sure. They were too busy serving the Sullivan household to see you before. And you respected that.

At least, that was what you thought.

You woke up, and Opera was in your house. You didn't even question how they had gotten in, and you couldn't bring yourself to be mad when the smell of your favorite pancakes wafted through the air. Not only that, your whole house was much tidier than you remembered, and your laundry was dry and folded.

Opera was all about servicing you, showing you how much you meant to them. Even if you two were not bound by a Security Devil-Master relationship, they would still serve you.

You got up, walking to where your lover was, wrapping your arms around their waist, not missing how you could feel their tail swishing from side to side happily by your legs.

𝐈𝐏𝐎𝐒

You looked at your clock, eagerly anticipating your boyfriend's arrival. He had work that day, but promised he would come to you after he could leave.

Excitement dissolved into worry when you realized it was now raining- and very hard at that. You checked your phone, expecting a text saying that he couldn't visit due to the weather, but instead of that, all you saw was the message he last sent which was early that morning.

A thump at your door alerted you, and you rushed to open it. There, you were greeted with a soaking wet Ipos, who was folding his wings in.You immediately ushered him in, dragging him to your bathroom and making him sit there as you went to get his spare clothes that he kept at your place.

As he changed, you couldn't help but notice a soaking wet paper bag at the door. You opened it, seeing a heart shaped box of chocolate, your favorite, but sadly misshapen and soaked due to the rain.

Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? In the end, you got to cuddle with your boyfriend while eating chocolate, knowing that you'll have to take care of a him the next day, given the amount he was sneezing.

𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎

Your boyfriend was eagerly rambling on and on about this new student of his, complaining about how the system ranked him so lowly, and eagerly making 'what-if' plans to train him.

You were tired of this man's bullshit, sure it was cute the first few times he did it, but he's been doing this for months now, and in the midst of that, he had probably forgotten Valentine's Day. 

You watched him as he cooked, being there to make sure he didn’t burn the kitchen, or the food down. Honestly you couldn’t be mad at him, his flaming tail flicking around as he continued to ramble while talking to you. After some time your food was ready, and Eito gave it to you. It was a stack of heart shaped pancakes, heart shaped fruits and berries with demon syrup. Your favorite breakfast.

You felt a warmth in your cheeks as Eito pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering a ‘Happy Valentines’ and going to get ready for school.

You really couldn’t stay mad at him.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐒

Marbas was a simple person, really. From his appearance to his personality. So you weren’t surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolate on your table. Though they were stereotypical Valentine's gifts, you found it sweet.

However, something you didn’t expect to see was how later on in the day, when you joined him in the tools room to help him clean his equipment. You didn’t expect the large dark red heart on the wall, drawn with something that was already drying… was it fresh?

Not only on the wall, but almost all the equipment had them too. You cleaned them all off, thankful for the cleaning products you had invested in. Marbas wasn’t anywhere to be seen, you were silently hoping he wasn't drawing more hearts at home..

You couldn’t even begin to explain how relieved you were when you saw Marbas holding a red can of paint just as you were finishing up with the cleaning.

But you realized that the red colour wasn’t matching.

He only smiled at you when questioned..

….it was paint… right?

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐒

He woke up beside you, checking his clock. His video game console was on the floor, he obviously slept late because he was playing games. He got up, getting ready for school, canceling the previous day off the calendar. Just as he was about to walk away, he froze, running back to the calendar.

It was Valentine’s Day.

He forgot.

He didn’t have time to prepare a surprise for you right now, as he watched you slowly wake up. His best bet was to use his luck and make something for you later. But for now, he’ll pretend that he actually did something.

He winked and saluted you with two fingers, promising to see you later.

That night he was walking with you, holding flowers that he coincidentally found on the way to school. How lucky, am I right?

At the end of the walk, you just laughed, and from that, Orias already knew he had been caught. Oh well, luck can only go so far, and he laughed with you as well.

But he knew for a fact as you kissed his cheek, that he was pretty damn lucky to have you, and it wasn’t even with his ability.

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐊𝐈

Right, today was the day. You had a whole day planned out for the two of you. You looked at the itinerary that you had made for that day, only to receive a message from Momonoki to meet you at a breakfast place. Well, that wasn’t the same place you had planned for the two of you to go, but it’s fine!

When you got there, the two of you sat down, and ordered. You decided to tell her about your plan for that day as you waited for the food.

But to yours, and her, surprise, you both started to talk right after the waiter left. Then there was a small bit of bickering as you two argued on who should go first.

Eventually you two decided that you should go first, and you took out the plan, explaining it to her. You looked up only to see her shocked. You started to wonder if there was something wrong.

She pulled out a paper, similar to yours. Both of you had planned the whole day, but separately.

You two laughed about it, making an itinerary together that was a mashup of the two. 

Both of you knew you would do anything to see the other smile.

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Memes#5

And those are the demons who KNOW...Your human...By now The Demons who know of You and Iruma's truth...their wondering why humans lived so long-

[meabh-mcinness]

Balam Shichirou Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Key:

Angst Ⓐ Smut ♣ Dark 𓆉 Multichapter ■ Series ☁︎ Fics ♪ Ficlets ♦ Headcannons ☼ Drabbles ⌂ Commission ✶ Art Trade ☪

*In Sickness (x gn reader) ♪

Humans do not have ‘Evil Cycles’ it’s true. However, they can bend under stress in other ways. Some lose their minds and others present more physical symptoms. With all the stress of parenting, working as a teacher, and doing your best to make sure no one figures out either your or Iruma’s rather human status, it’s no wonder you fall victim to a stress fever. Luckily for you, the resident gargoyle demon is more than happy to help nurse you back to health once he discovers your ill state.

Family Day (x mom!reader)♪

In Schenell's endless quest for Ameri's love, he accidentally turns Iruma into a toddler. This would have been fine, if he had a remedy for said confliction. Now, as you wait for the restorative potion to be made, you get the joys of spending time with both your son as a tiny tot and Shichirou as he joins you for the day.

Nesting (xfemhuman!reader)♪✶

When your demon lover, Shichirou, begins acting oddly—more protective, more possessive, and increasingly distant—you are left bewildered and heartbroken. Once inseparable, his constant rejection of your affection stings deeply, leading to emotional confrontations and a growing sense of insecurity. As tensions rise, a startling revelation changes everything.

Memories (xfemdemon!oc) ♪✶

Today is a very special day for Lee Kai. After all, she's finally getting married to her one true love. As she readies for the big event, she can't help but be overcome by memories of the times they spent together.

A Price to Pay (xgn!reader) Ⓐ𓆉 ♪

When you and Professor Balam decided to take the Misfit class out on a field trip to survey items they were studying up close, you never expected that it would end like this.

[lav-bee]

Welcome to Demon School x Reader

You fall asleep on him

Character: Balam

💛❤️- read as romantic or platonic

- It was around 8 when you finished everything up in the classroom and were about to leave the school when Balam asked for your help

- He wanted someone to look over a few of his new picture books before handing them to Iruma

- Sure you were tired but how could you say no?

- Once you both entered his classroom he quickly made some tea for the two of you and layed out 3 different books

- He sat you in his lap despite your protests and began reading to you

- The comfy seating combined with the nice tea and story reading ended up putting you to sleep in a matter of minutes

- It was too comfy and your were already exhausted before hand so of course you wouldn't last very long

- Balam didn't notice until he was half way through the last book when you didn't respond to his question

- He says your name again and when he heard your soft, even breathe he quieted

- Slowly and carefully he folded up the book and took the half empty glass of tea from your lap, placing both down on the coffee table

- He doesn't mind that you fell asleep, he saw how tired you were when you were yawning all the way to his room

- If anything, he's happy you're comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

- For the next hour he busies himself with writing down more ideas for picture books, glancing down at you every now and then

- When you wake after an hour you feel bad for fall asleep on him when you were supposed to help him

- Balam reassures you it's alright and he didn't mind

- You both went home shortly after and the books were looked over in the morning when you had fully rested

- Balam still thinks about your peaceful sleeping face sometimes and secretly hopes it might happen again

- He likes cuddles, what can I say <3

[thiccweebtrash]

Something Precious

Disclaimer: Art is not mine

Request from @wacky-nerdchick I really hope you like it!! Im so nervous!! 😁🫠

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Questions began to arise about Sullivan's new found grandson. One of which was about his mother. So to help keep up appearances, you were appointed to be his "mom." Of course, like Iruma, you lived in the Sullivan household as the Chair Demons "daughter," and also like Iruma you were human. You took to the role very quickly, being the loving, nurturing, and very fearless mother for the young boy.

You were hired on at Babyls more so as Sullivan's secretary, he wanted you close being you were nowhere near as timid and cautias as Iruma. Not one bit. You were much bolder, unafraid of the fact you worked with and around demons that would devour you if they knew you were human. It wasn't uncommon for you and Kalego to go head to head especially when he would bad mouth your precious "son."

Balam would be the one to break off the fight. The man would throw you over his shoulder and speed off to his office where he'd lock his door and attempt to scold you about your position. Thanks to Iruma, he knew you were human.

"You need to be more careful!" He'd say, "do you understand the danger you could get into!" But the scolding never lasted long, all it took was one hug or a gentle hand grab, looking at him with your soft doe eyes and saying, "But you'd protect me, wouldn't you, Shichiro?" And the demon was basically putty in your hands.

Where most would run and hide from his skinship, you would happily accept it, and even return the gesture, which caused this great, fearsome looking demon to melt. When he'd place a hand on your shoulder, you would gladly place your hand over his. If he patted your head, you would lean into him, resting your head on his chest. You were fond of him.

It was the moment you saw him sitting in the school gardens, petting and playing with small demon rabits did your heart skip a beat. His gentle nature, the way your heart would flutter when he smiles at you, the way your skin tingles with heat when he touches you. It was no suprise you developed a deep crush on him, and you believed he felt the same. The way he'd seek you out in the crowded halls, the way his hand would brush yours before he tangled his index and middle fingers with yours. He would schedule times during lunch a few times a week to talk about differences in humans and demons and the world's they lived in. He wanted you prepared and safe by understanding more about the Netherworld.

Today however, was going to be different.

All morning you had preped yourself, giving your self a good pep talk that you would take it an extra step further. You did one last small spin in your full length mirror, happy with the white sundress covered in a light green leaf pattern that you chose to wear before heading off to the school.

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Your eyes never left the clock, causing time to seem like it was dragging on. When lunch came around, quickly you darted from your desk to Balam's office, giving his closed door a small knock. "Come in." He deep voice rang, making a smile grow on your face which only widened when you see him sitting at his desk, his drawing pen in his hand and a half finished picture book laid in front of him.

"(Y/n!) Let me make some tea!" He nearly jumped from his desk, the action causing him to bump the desk and things to fell to the floor. "Here, please sit, I'll clean this quick!" He gestured to one of the stools by his book shelf. But while he was distracted with picking things up off the floor, you made your way to him. You can do this, you told yourself, you can do this!

You slowly bent down next to him, gulping. Your heart was pounding in your chest, for a second you thought it would burst. Your hands were shaking as you reached for him, eyes fluttering shut. It's nothing huge, just a small kiss on the mask is all.

It was when your hands cupped his cheeks and lips made contact with something soft and warm, instead of cold metal did your eyes snap open. In the midst of picking things up from the floor, his mask must have fallen off, and instead of it, you were actually kissing him, his lips, his scar, his fangs. His wide eyes were on you and in a moment you jumped back. "I... I'm sorry, i... uh..." Your face definitely was putting the color red to shame. Flustered you quickly turned and left his office, face to the floor, to afraid to meet his gaze after such an embarrassing moment.

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The next few days where awkward, you avoided the halls, his classroom, him. You even held your tounge with Kalego. Your akward behavior even grabbed your "son's" attention. "Is everything okay, uh, mom?" Iruma asked. "Yes, i'm fine dear, just a bit anxious!" You lied, he looked more surprised then worreid now. "You? Anxious? But how, your so bold!" You pat his head with a smile, "Hey now, even the bravest of people can feel scared to ya know."

Guilt had began to take over as you couldn't help but think how you possibly ruined what you and Balam had. You knew how slightly self conscious he was about himself with his mask off, and how he wore it so he wouldn't look as ferocious and wouldn't scar away students and creature he loved to pet and hold. However you could only imagine how he felt when you ran out on him without an explanation.

It seemed he too was avoiding you being he never called nor texted you since the kiss. You hadn't even caught one glimps of him like you used to, not even around Kalego. Did he hate the kiss? Did he dislike you? Did he not think of you like that? Did be want to eat you more now? Does he think you fear him because of how you ran away? Your mind was a frenzy, so much so you hadn't noticed the figure closing in from behind you as you walked down the hall.

With a sudden gasp, you felt yourself being pulled into a near by room. Before you could scream you hear a familiar voice. "It's okay, it's okay, it's me." Wide (y/c/e) eyes met his, red beginning to dust your face. "B... Balam!"

"I've been looking for you, I was worried someone found out you were human and got you. But I found you. But that's because i followed your human scent. Did you remeber your purfume today?" One of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against his chest while the other brushed hair behind your ear. Without thinking you quickly blurted, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't afraid of you or you without your mask I just... I meant to kiss you on the mask and when I kissed you i... I got scared that you would be upset or you didn't feel the same and...."

His free hand pulled his mask off while you stammered on. Balam silences you when his mouth pressed to yours. Your eyes widened a moment before closing. Your body moving on its own and pressing more into him, one of your hands resting on his chest. He pulled away first and held you close. Feeling his tight hold on you had you feeling weak. Never had he held you like this, normally it was gentle touches or soft hugs, but this was different. His hold on you right now reminded you of someone holding something they never wanted to lose.

"I... I'm sorry, I thought you'd hate me after what I did, so I..." you stopped when you felt his forehead press against yours. "I could never hate you (y/n). You're very precious to me." His words made your stomach flutter, your legs nearly giving out when he took your hand in his, interlocking his large fingers with your tiny ones, your body pressed more into him from the weakness that came with the wave of relief that flooded over you. "Y... your precious to me too." You sighed, pressing your face more into his chest and wrapping your arms around him the best you could.

Suddenly you felt a cool mist hit your skin and jumped back a bit. In Balam's hand was a spray bottle, "Sorry, but I don't want anyone else picking up on your scent." Balam said, scratching the back of his head. You smile and eagerly take his hand in yours. "Let's go, you'll be late for your lesson."

"S...shichiro?" The familiar and shocked voice of Kalego turned you both to stone.

[kiraxxwisteria]

oc x balam.. I’m just shipping ‘em with everyone cuz I love everyone..