#but like A/D took all my dias

[gnatisverybored]

Can someone with Merc’s reflection summarize the reflection story

Cuz I’m so curious but I’m not spending all my gems just to read the reflection story

[evanpetersmybf]

All he asked for was you

Tate Langdon x female!reader

Summary: Tate loves you too much. He would do anything for you, to keep you by his side, to make you love him forever. He would cross any line to make you his, it doesn't matter how evil it is... But was it really worth it?

Genre: ANGST!! and some smut

Word count: 5,104

Warnings: Obsessive, stalkish and violent behavior, implicit toxic relationship; mentions of weapons, murder, mental health issues, family issues, school shooting; use of Y/N, swearing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v. (i hope i'm not missing any...) NOT PROOFREAD !!

A/N: English isn't my first language!! Sorry if I have some mistakes and if Tate's a bit ooc (i tried to keep him in character as much as i could). I wasn't sure (and still not) if this is good but I spent days writing it, so I had to post it.

A small playlist with songs that inspired me for this: monster by meg and dia, pacify her by melanie martinez, all i want is you by rebzyyx, skyfall by adele, psycho by doko, paparazzi by lady gaga, dark red by steve lacy.

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Tate never believed in love, nor was he a romantic one. 

In fact, he despised it. How could he even believe in that feeling when he never felt loved by his own mother? At least that’s what he pretended.

The blond always had the facade of a tough guy, although he couldn’t fool anyone. Constance knew well he was a sensitive boy. Probably the most crybaby ever to exist… And the most unstable one.

Now he was here. His chest going up and down, breathing shallow and fast. His eyes were darting around the room, looking for something or perhaps someone. Some silly tears were rolling down his cheeks while he anxiously fidgeted with a ring on his finger. The clock on the wall continued its tick-tack. The time kept running. His heart kept beating. It was getting late.

He refused to look at the wooden floor. He didn’t want to accept reality. If Tate did that, he would feel like the biggest monster on Earth.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t stay like this.

He had to do something real fast.

Today, 18:40

You were supposed to arrive at 19:00.

But he remained there, next to the corpse of his rival. A bloody ax beside the dead man’s bleeding head.

Whom he thought was his worst enemy, was someone really dear to you.

Well, Tate fervently believed this was something justified. He couldn’t stand that fucking asshole anymore! That scumbag needed to be put back in his place. And Tate only did that. Furthermore, he actually helped him. He took him away from this shitty world. It was a favor.

He had already killed his mother’s boyfriend, so why was he feeling guilty?

Maybe because his victim was special to you. Because his death would hurt you. And Langdon swore to God he would never let anybody or anything hurt you, including himself.

He loved you.

He wanted to be the one to hold your hand forever.

Tate snapped back to the present and frowned. He picked up the weapon, putting it in his backpack. He didn’t even mind cleaning it. Then, he proceeded to knelt right next to the lifeless dude and cleaned the blood surrounding his body; afterwards, he dragged him to the basement and…

19:00

A knock on the door.

You arrived.

“DAMN IT!” 

He left his dead foe lying limp on the cold basement ground and quickly ran upstairs, straight to his room. He also left the backpack there.

Tate spent the last twenty minutes cleaning the mess he made in the living room after he atrociously smashed your friend’s head, forgetting that had poor time to get ready. 

He desperately looked for clean clothes, scrambling the entire closet in search of fresh garments while he cussed at himself, at his mother, at that freaking boy, at the entire world but you.

Finally he found some jeans and a striped shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror after changing and cleaned the tiny drops of blood that stayed on his face and hands. He never realized he left the bloody clothing on the bed.

Another knock.

19:07

Tate opened the door, immediately throwing himself at you and giving you one of the warmest hugs. His demeanor with you was completely different; you were the only creature capable of changing his fucked up mind into something more beautiful, more peaceful. The issue was that it only happened when he was with you, otherwise he would be aggressive and rude as usual.

You got the best of him. 

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, babe…” Voice muffled since his face was buried in the crook of your neck. Tate always did the same thing; clinging onto you like a small koala would.

“Heh, me too, hun!” You spoke with the same soothing voice he adored. Tate giggled and placed a tender kiss on your jawline, then another, and another, and another.

Soon enough, he was peppering kisses all over your neck, making you moan softly. Oh those sounds. He could hear you melting under his touch, his embrace, for the rest of eternity.

He loved making you squirm, making you laugh, making you feel loved.

He was way too sweet.

Only if you knew.

Four weeks before today…

Tate has always had the bad habit of stalking you. Yeah… He wasn’t proud of it. But can you blame him? He’s constantly afraid of you leaving him. He wanted to make sure you never did so… Otherwise he would die. Literally.

Don’t ask how he would die. You already know the answer.

You two were supposed to have a date, albeit you had to cancel your meeting.

And that, of course, made him overthink. It didn’t matter how many times you told him you were going to study; he felt betrayed, as if you were rejecting him. And Tate hated and feared rejection to the bone.

“Pretty please? Please, Y/N! I don’t wanna go home early, mom’s gonna be there and-and–”

“Tate, I can’t skip this. I have like, a test every day next week and I must study. I don’t wanna fail. Please, sweetie. I promise I’ll make it up to ya’, mhm?” 

He rolled his eyes and whined, almost throwing a tantrum. He didn’t try to manipulate you on purpose. It came out naturally. “But I need you, Y/N! Why do you always do the same, huh? Am I not that important? Don’t you love me any longer?”

His childish crying continued for a couple of minutes, until it stopped and the blond agreed a deal with you.

You thought he was calm now, but no. How naive.

You went to the library to study as you said… Without noticing he followed you.

Quietly, he got into that maze of books after you and hid behind some shelves.

Tate noticed you sat on an empty table. Thank God. Oh?

Who. Is. He.

A man Tate didn’t know sat next to you. Really close. Too close for Tate’s liking. He tried to think he was a stranger, that he wasn’t going to talk to you… He was wrong.

He clenched his hands into a ball when he saw that idiot talking to you, and the worst part was that you followed suit. It seemed you two were friends or something.

How DARE YOU talk to another man? No, how dare you talk to another HUMAN BEING!?

Tate was insecure 24/7.

If you weren’t there, Tate was falling apart. It was simple.

No Y/N, no happy Tate. Was it too hard to understand?

Three weeks before today…

It was Friday. Tate was impatiently waiting for you outside the campus, hanging a small bouquet of flowers he picked up.

Once he spotted you coming out from the building, he waved his hand and embraced you tightly once you were in front of him. He gave you the adorable present.

“Tate!”

“How did you do? Did you pass your tests? Don’t tell me, I’m sure you did.” Said, grinning from ear to ear. He was away from you for an entire week. How did he survive? He didn’t know, but he was glad to have you with him again. “Tell me about your life in the last days, baby. Please? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!”

There he was, the one and only drama queen Tate Langdon.

You talked about the tests, about how the teachers were being a pain in the ass (which clearly triggered in him the intense desire of hurting them because they stressed you), and… About a guy. The same guy from the library, with whom you spent the entire last week studying. He couldn’t stand it. He saw him as a threat to your relationship, especially since he was an old friend that you met many years ago. 

As the days went by, you gave him more reasons to hate that jerk. Why? Well of course because you spent hours at the library doing homework or studying with him. Or even hanging out with him and other people.

In reality, you went out with him to a museum just once, and then skating with other colleagues. Nothing compared to the time you spent with Tate; in a week, you would hang out with him almost daily, and if you were way too busy, he would go to your place and spend the night there. He was so attached to you to the point he had to see you at least once a day. And that’s why he was so jealous of your friend. Tate couldn’t stand the idea of you sharing your life with someone else who wasn’t him or your family… And he also got jealous of them, but he was handling it.

Two weeks before today.

After Tate’s pleas, you decided to introduce your friend to him.

Probably a big mistake.

The date was really awkward; your friend tried being nice, and Tate acted surprisingly kind. Of course it was odd; usually, he despised all of your friends and treated them badly, yet this time was different. You were stunned, however, you tried to ignore it and instead got happy as he finally accepted a random person as your buddy. 

Still and all, he hated that moron. It didn’t matter how much he tried liking your pal, he was jealous of him. He was getting on his nerves. He denied the fact that you had more love for other people that wasn’t him. Tate desired being your only one. Your number one. Your entire world. Because that’s what you were for him. And he was willing to do whatever to keep you with him.

Tate exchanged numbers with him and meticulously plotted a plan to ascertain he would never talk to you ever again. At first, it came out as a simple “I’m gonna scare the shit outta him”, nonetheless, it turned into a darker idea, very likely involving physical violence.

One week before today…

The last few days, Tate won Peter’s trust. Ah yes. That’s your friend's name. You were glad that he finally opened his warm heart and began to meet more people besides you.

You thought he needed a friend, an empathetic person who could support the blond when you weren’t available, that way he would feel less lonely and depressed.

They went to the cinema, to the arcade, even to a music store. Everything was going according to what he planned.

Eventually, he invited Peter to his place to play chess and other board games on a Sunday afternoon, before you arrived and had a date with Tate due to your anniversary. 

Today, 16:00

Peter and Tate were eating pizza and having a great noon, talking about their lives and random stuff, like school and music. They both enjoyed Nirvana, and since Peter played the guitar, he agreed on teaching your boy how to.

If it weren’t for Tate’s twisted mind, they would’ve been best friends.

The guitarist wasn’t a bad guy. He was a great buddy that really appreciated you and the crybaby, but Langdon had something else in mind.

18:00

The men watched a movie. Tate didn’t even know its name; in fact, he didn’t even pay attention to it. Instead, he was focused on his next actions, plotting them carefully.

“Crap, mom’s gonna arrive soon…” Tate mumbled with annoyance, biting his nails and tapping his foot on the floor. He was lying. You were going to arrive, not Constance.

“Damn, bro. Well, I don’t have a problem. I wanna meet her.”

“Huh? No no no, you shouldn’t. That bitch is crazy.”

Peter scoffed, disagreeing with Tate’s rude manner to call his own momma.

“Hey, you shouldn’t talk like that. I bet she loves you!”

That pissed him off. “You don’t know anything, Peter. Your family is different. Your life’s different. You won’t understand!” He yelled, standing up from the couch and now pacing around the room, trying to keep it calm.

“Dude, calm down!

“NO! I fucking won’t!”

The screaming continued for a while. Tate revealed his unstable and crystal self. Even something so insignificant could drive him to the edge, like what happened today. That definitely surprised the other one, who used to think that Tate was a sweet boy. “I dunno why Y/N is dating you.”

“What did you say?” Tate abruptly stopped pacing.

“Y/N. Y/N doesn’t deserve you.”

“WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT!?” He pounced on Peter, gripping his neck with one rough hand, applying enough pressure on the sides to stop the blood circulation in his carotids and make him lose consciousness.

Before passing out, Peter, getting pale, managed to croak out: “Because she deserves better…”

Soon enough, he fainted, giving Tate minutes to think about what else to do. 

Your boyfriend wasn’t planning on murdering Peter today. No, he didn’t have time. He also was supposed to meet you.. But this was the perfect excuse! And not only that; he indirectly admitted he was in love with you! Or that’s what Tate interpreted with his delusional point of view.

Peter didn’t feel anything romantic for you, he was just worried Tate might be too unhinged to be your partner.

Thus, he went to his room and grabbed his backpack. Then, went to the garden shed and picked up the ax that belonged to his father, and a bottle of lye.

He had to get the job done quickly, nevertheless, he lost track of time.

18:30

Tate came back to the living room, just to notice that Peter wasn’t there anymore.

“FUCK IT!” Langdon got nervous. What if he escaped? What if he told you that Tate was crazy? He couldn’t allow this, not at all.

Thankfully, or maybe not, Tate found Peter crawling towards the front door, the poor dude still feeling dizzy after being choked.

Tate didn’t have any mercy.

“Where do you think you’re going, lil’ piece of shit!?”

18:38

Tate finally did it. He brutally murdered Peter, smashing his head several times with the ax.

He got rid of that little issue. He took him to somewhere clean.

Once he assured the other man wasn’t breathing, he dropped the weapon on the floor, making a loud metallic thud.

19:10

Tate was pinning you down on the couch, the same couch where your dead friend was sitting just an hour ago.

His hands were traveling all along your body, tracing sweet patterns on your skin.

Eventually, his fingers were clumsily pulling down your panties, not minding to take off your skirt. “Did you bring this for easy access, baby?” Tate chuckled and buried his face between your legs, holding your thighs in place; his lips plastered messy kisses over the warm flesh, biting it and leaving tiny marks after sucking.

Your reaction was alluring to him; he enjoyed listening to your pleas, to your whimpers. If it was for him, he would spend the entire day making you cum over and over again.

He finally got rid of your underwear, tossing it aside. Without further ado, the boy spread your folds with his large digits, and continued to lick your throbbing wet cunt.

“So fucking pretty… So wet for me, huh?”

His tongue lapped your small clit two or three times, then, traced a zigzag and circles on the sensitive nub. While he devoured you, he inserted his middle and ring finger, pumping them in and out of your cute hole, curling them and hitting the right spot to make you feel butterflies.

Tate could feel his arousal growing; his erection being restrained by the tight fabric of his jeans. He was desperate, yeah. But he always put you in the first place, and that included pleasuring you before him.

After a while, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking your pussy with the agile muscle and now rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying pressure that sent electric waves through your body. He stopped using his tongue on you and instead looked at that stunning face of yours. He was delighted with your flushed cheeks, with every single gesture you did, with the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He wanted to take a picture of you to remember this moment forever.

His thumb increased the pace, while his free hand lifted up your blouse and tried to undo your bra. He couldn’t. You giggled when he groaned in frustration; he was too horny to think straight and that’s why you helped him to take off the garment.

Tate sighed and after that awkward and funny moment, he kept rubbing your bud, using your own juices and his saliva as a lubricant, intensifying the sensation. His left pinched and pulled your nipple, making you gasp and twitch beneath him, whilst his mouth abused your other one, greedily sucking on it.

“Tate, ‘m gonna cum! I-”

Tate cut you off by kissing you harshly; his tongue invading your warm mouth, exploring it and then nibbling your bottom lip until it bleeded. He licked the tiny drops of blood, savoring the metallic taste of it.

Unable to hold on any longer, you reached your orgasm, coming undone while Tate kept caressing your pussy, decreasing the velocity while you finally calmed down.

He left you panting; your heart beating so fast just like his.

You tried to sit up on the couch, breathing deep for more air, but the blond prevented you from going away.

“Where do you think you’re doing? We’re not done yet, you’re gonna cum again!”

Tate carried you bridal style and went upstairs straight to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed.

Without stopping looking at you, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans along the boxers; his dick already erect and throbbing, the veins thick and the tip leaking precum.

Using the clear liquid as lube, he stroked his shaft for a while, jerking off to the sight of you. He groaned and whimpered, closing his eyes as his hand pumped himself.

One of your hands went to your breasts, massaging them softly as your right went down between your legs, slowly teasing your womanhood and coating your index finger with your arousal, using it to rub your aching bundle of nerves.

Tate’s dark room was now filled with both of your moans; Tate calling your name several times and you begging him to fuck you.

He couldn’t stand this anymore. He NEEDED to be inside you, to feel your warmth enveloping him. “On all fours. Now.” You immediately obeyed, feeling as eager as him.

“Look at me, mhm?” He positioned behind you and rubbed the tip against your wet folds, teasing you for a bit. Afterwards, he slowly entered his cock inside your slit, moving it slowly at first. His thumb went to your clitoris, toying with it just like minutes before. He picked up the pace and fucked you fast and hard; his cockhead brushing your cervix. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Tate pulled your head towards him, still with the deep thrusting.  “Fuck, Y/N! You’re so pretty… So fucking precious, so fucking mine!” Moaned against your ear, voice raspy and agitated.

Panting, you stopped looking at him and instead looked to the bed. Why? Who knows, but you did it. And you saw Tate’s dirty clothes. Dirty with blood. A lot of blood.

You froze. Maybe it was red paint? 

“U-uh, Tate?” You muttered, feeling already bewildered by the sight. You tried not to jump into conclusions, although you knew Tate and he has always been… Secretive.. And aggressive, of course. 

After your boyfriend heard your shaky whisper, he stopped moving, even if he wanted to keep going. “Hm?”

“What’s this?” Tate sighed and pulled out from you, not understanding what you meant. 

“What’s what?”

Without saying anything else to him, you grabbed the shirt and touched the weird stain. It was still fresh. You took your fingers to your mouth to taste it; and the metallic tang was too obvious. “Tate, what the fuck is this!?”

You threw it at him. Freaked out, you stood up and picked up your clothes, putting them on again, all meanwhile Tate connected the dots and realized he was probably going to get caught.

“Wait, Y/N! It’s not what it looks like, I swear, damn it!” He yelled and grabbed your arm, not wanting you to leave like this. He had to save his reputation, he couldn’t let you think bad of him even if you had all the right. Because, why the fuck the fabric was soaked in blood?

“Then what is it, Tate? WHY DOES IT HAVE SO MUCH BLOOD!?”

“CALM DOWN, PLEASE!” 

You attempted to get away from his grip, struggling with him until, somehow, you managed to do so. However, you tripped with his dirty shoes and fell, realizing they were also stained with the red liquid. “Tate, what…? Why? What is this?”

“Nothing, I swear!” He didn’t have any excuses. Saying it was paint would’ve been lame. You were too smart and he knew lying wasn’t a good choice.

Feeling overwhelmed with the matter, you went downstairs, walking as fast as you could. Passing through the living room, a very familiar bag caught your eye. It was definitely Peter’s. You decided to grab it and realized it had his phone inside. Something was off.

Tate was standing behind you; fists clenched and heart beating like crazy. He tried to approach you, still thinking about what to do or what to say. 

“Tate… What is this doing here? Peter’s here?” 

“Huh? Yeah… He— He came earlier and had to go soon, he left this accidentally, yup…” You could see him fidgeting with that ring on his finger, again. 

“Bullshit!”

Tate scowled and grabbed your chin, making you look at his dark orbs. “Tell me, Y/N, do you trust me or not, huh? Look me in the eyes and say you don’t!”

The struggle continued for what seemed eternity. You trying to run away from the house and he trying to make you stay. “Please, Y/N, just listen to me!”

“You did something to him, right? I know him, Tate! He would NEVER leave his phone like this! Is this a joke?”

“Why do you care so much about that asshole!? What has he done for you!? Tell me!”

“Oh my, you’re jealous! I knew it! All that crap about being his friend was a lie, right? Tate, you’re being delusional! I can have friends, I can hang out with whoever I want, whether you like it or not!” 

Tate pressed your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, squeezing the flesh with his veiny, big hand, pressing it tightly enough to leave the mark of his long digits on it.

“You can’t! You’re mine. Only mine. Since the day you were born you were meant to be mine. Not his, not anybody, just me.”

“Tate… We should end this…” You thought this was the best for both. Being in a relationship with him was draining; always being careful to not hurt him, make him jealous or mad. He was such a sensitive boy that always took everything too personally. He felt everything a little too much.

Since the beginning you knew he was unstable and that he had many issues, but you tried to see beyond his sick mind, you tried to understand him despite being so different.

Tate felt so safe with you. You were the only person who understood him, or at least made attempts to. 

He felt rejected by the entire society, even by his own mother, until he met you and he had a minimum spark of hope that the world didn’t suck that much.

That’s why he clung to you. That’s why you were his everything. He would lose his mind if you leave him.

He felt like dying when he heard you wanted to finish the relationship.

He couldn’t breathe. 

Some tears were now falling to the floor, his eyes puffy and an ugly frown on his face. His mouth twisted as he sobbed loudly, tugging the hem of your shirt while he begged you to stay. He was crying like a newborn, like a baby who had to be apart from his mother for a second.

“No no no no, you can’t do this to me!” He whimpered, his speech cracking as he tried to hold you close whilst you were stepping back. You were slipping through his fingers, you were leaving him.

“Tate, if something happened to Peter, I will never forgive you! Can’t you see you’re hurting me?”

Tate swore he would never hurt you, nor let anyone. But here he was, finally snapping out of it and seeing the cruel truth. 

“You’ve been hurting me the whole time, Tate! I tried to understand you, I really did, I tried to help you, to save you from yourself! But it’s impossible. I’m losing myself here with you, I don’t even know who I am anymore! You don’t want help, do you? ‘Cause it doesn’t matter what I do, you’re never satisfied! You suffocate me!”

All those words were like daggers penetrating his skin, touching his nerves and making him die of pain. You were tearing him apart, just the way he was destroying you.

He finally let go of you, feeling a tornado of emotions. Tate felt depressed, mad, resentful, like he was going crazy. Though, he knew he had to leave if that’s what you wanted. He couldn’t bring himself to break another promise.

Thereby, he confessed his crimes to you. He explained he killed his mom’s partner a few days ago, and that now he had killed your friend. Why? He was jealous, he was scared you’d left him. You did it before you discovered the cruel reality, anyways. That’s why he told you. Because he couldn’t lose anything else.

The situation was utterly disgusting. Tate was sick. He murdered an innocent man and then proceeded to fuck you, as it was the maximum test of love, as if his life meant nothing.

You knew he wasn’t what people often considered “normal”. But this was definitely more than just being a “weirdo”. Tate needed psychiatric help… And being arrested, of course.

“You make me wanna puke, Tate! You’re the evil!”

Without hesitating, you left Tate behind, running as fast as you could from that living hell.

You just wanted to cry, curl up into a ball and wake up from this nightmare. You wished it was merely a bad dream.

Tomorrow morning, you’d go to the police, but for now you needed to sleep.

Monday morning, 11:05

You couldn’t sleep all night. You spent hours thinking about everything, about how this looked like a cruel joke to you. Eventually, you fell asleep at 4AM, and didn’t wake up at what seemed almost midday. 

An intense sound of police sirens woke you from your slumber. Startled by the loud noise, you rubbed your eyes and went to the window, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening outside.

Police cars and SWAT vans were going in a specific direction… Towards Tate’s street. It couldn’t be, right?

Did his mother find the corpse? Or perhaps something else?

You looked at the clock, realizing it was late and you had to go to class. 

08:00

After the most painful night of his life, Tate decided today everything would be over.

He had to cleanse the world… To take people to somewhere else, to some place full of peace away from the piss and the vomit that runs down the streets.

He was doing this not only because of your breakup, but also because of many other reasons. Your split up was the straw that broke the camel and drove him to the edge.

10:40

 After shooting the school, Tate left the place, looking unfazed about what he just did. He was unhinged. 

He peacefully got into his place, went to his room and stayed there for some minutes. 

The blond sat on the edge of the bed, leaving the gun right next to him and stared at nothing. His gaze was empty, but also there were some tears threatening to spill.

His mind was a whirlwind. Some part of him was satisfied, but the other was confused, wondering what was he thinking, what had he done?

What would you think of him now? Were you even there? Did he kill you too and he didn’t even notice?

In the end, he recognized he indeed was the evil you said. Damn it. You were right, again, as ever.

Tate wanted to hear your voice, to comfort him, to hear you saying everything was okay. That he’d be okay. He desired to hear “I love you” from you once more.

11:15

You went downstairs to find your family apparently mourning you.

They thought you were at school when the shooting happened. They believed you were gone, but here you were. 

Eventually, they explained to you what happened.

The first thing that popped into your mind was Tate’s wellbeing, still unaware that he was the culprit. You were afraid something terrible could’ve happened to him, you were regretting your last words to him, but you also had to get him prisoner.

Your heart dropped when they explained to you he was the shooter.

No, it couldn’t be possible. 

It was possible. After all, he had already killed two men.

Even if you despise what he did, some part of you still longed for him, still was in love with his once kind heart.

A terrifying feeling of dread filled your body, making you feel numb, as if none of this was real… 

11:25

After running to Tate’s house and seeing it surrounded by the cops and the SWAT team, everything stopped. Constance’s distressed cries and pleas were heard from outside, followed suit by the sound of bullets. It was over now.

Tate was certainly a troubled individual who dedicated his entire life to searching for something, to feel something, to feel loved.

All he asked for was love, to be loved, to love. All he wanted was you.

But at the same time, your love led him to an never-ending obsession that ultimately broke both of you.

He became your biggest regret.

All he feared, all his nightmares came true. Everything he was so afraid of was him and only himself. 

[ellethespaceunicorn]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Well, it took me a couple of days but I did it!! Oh, and it's the longest drabble in the world. Did y'all know a drabble is only 100 words???? I thought it was 100-500...I still wrote way more than that, but still.

Title: No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Prompt: Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Warnings: age gap (Ari is mid-40s, Reader is early-20s), yandere Ari, drugging, non-con fingering (f receiving), non-con p-in-v intercourse, non-con creampie, choking, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: Hahahaha this was supposed to be a drabble. Thank you to @peyton-warren for the beta!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Moving out on your own isn’t exactly the easiest thing for you. You spent four years living in your college dormitory, but you always had at least one roommate. So, signing a lease and accepting the single set of keys was a huge accomplishment.

Your landlord, Mr. Levinson, is so great. He told you to call him Ari more than once. From the first tour of the apartment to the day of your move-in, he offers his help in many ways. Where the best farmer’s market is, how to reach him if you need any repairs, and even when the local bars close are just a few tidbits he leaves you with.

You get to know him a bit more during a block party one Saturday night. The two of you talk over cheap beer, tamales from Señora Cruz, smoked brisket from Mr. Lorenzo, and lasagna from Mrs. Di Paolo. Ari seems like he is lonely, and your kind heart can’t stand to see someone in need. 

Before you know what you are getting into, you agree to have a weekly tea date with him. It’s during one of those visits that you realize that something is a bit odd about Ari. He tries to cover up how he knows what cabinet you keep your tea in, but he makes up some dumb excuse that it would just be “the perfect spot”.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom as he busies himself with setting the tea, and when you come back, a steaming mug is waiting for you on a saucer on your coffee table. Usually, you make the tea, but Ari wanted to help out, and you had a long day at work, so you accepted.

“What is in this tea? It’s almost spicy,” you ask, taking another big gulp of the tea you don’t recognize.

“Is it spicy? Well, it does have ginger and cinnamon in it. Some chamomile, too. A little benzodiazepine in there,” Ari clambers on, trailing off at the end.

“D-did you say benzo…dia…zep,” you slur, reaching for Ari as you sit on the couch, but you end up passing out with your head in his lap.

When you come to, you struggle to remember what happened. Your heavy head pounds as you turn it to the side before putting the heel of your hand to your still-closed eyes.

“Take it slow, Bunny. You must’ve been really tired,” he consoles, from the other side of your bed.

“Mr. Levin-”

“Uhn uh. Call me Ari; no more of that Mr. Levinson polite shit, ok?” he swears for the first time in your presence.

“Um, Ari… What are you doing in my bedroom?” you ask, your mind a blank slate from earlier.

“Oh, Bunny. You invited me over for tea, and then you weren’t feeling well, and you asked me to stay until you felt better. Next thing I know, I’m carrying you in here because you fell asleep on me with that sweet little face of yours right in my lap,” he comforts, the knuckles of his hand sliding down your face before he boops your nose.

“Why do you keep calling me Bunny?” you mewl, still trying to get in control of all your limbs.

“When you sleep, you furrow your eyebrows and scrunch up your nose like a little bunny. It’s one of the cutest things you do,” he admires, his hand now moving down your neck and through the valley of your breasts to get to where your skirt rides up your thigh.

“Mr.-Ari…I think I feel better now; you don’t have to-” 

Your words are cut off when Ari reaches under your skirt, and you specifically remember having on panties earlier today, but his fingers are touching your tender pussy directly. Did he take off your underwear?

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Must’ve been all that time I spent rubbing your cute little cunt through those white cotton panties. God, those little moans you were making went straight to my cock, Bunny. Feel it,” he dares, grabbing your hand and resting it against the thick outline of his dick through his Wranglers. 

While your hand is on his length, he shoves two of his fingers into your wet heat. At first, you are surprised by the shock of it. But soon, you can tell that he knows how to work your body. You scream out his name, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he shoves one hand over your mouth and gets close to your ear.

“You’re not gonna ruin this for me. You have been parading yourself around here like you’re some holier-than-thou sweet little thing. And I knew you’d end up letting me smash at some point. But I didn’t wanna wait anymore, Bunny. You have had me wrapped around that little finger of yours since you moved in. It’s time that I get what’s owed to me-what you’ve been flaunting in front of me,” he sneers, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean before opening his pants and pulling his dick out.

He lines up with your sodden core before thrusting in with no grace or elegance. Slamming himself inside your tight snatch for the first time feels like he is splitting you in two. You’re no virgin, but you also don’t have much casual sex, so Ari’s thickness was a shock, to say the least.

“Sweet Bunny, you’re so tight. What a good girl! You’ve been waiting for me like I’ve been waiting for you, huh? Fuck, you’re like a fucking vice. You hear that, Bunny? Hear how that cunt loves it when I fuck it? Love that loud, sloshy pussy,” he beams, his wide hips between your legs making your joints hurt.

You’re in stunned silence as Ari uses your body to chase his release. Your mind is bringing up all the times it seemed like he was getting a little too close for comfort. All the times when he would talk to you about his divorce, or his current dating trend, or the fact that he once told you that a pretty thing like you belonged locked up in a tower for a prince to come and free you.

Did he think he was a charming prince?

“Oh, Bunny, fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer. Look at me; wanna see your eyes when I cum inside you,” he blurts, holding your face in his hands as you look into his dilated, hungry eyes. “Take it. Just. Like. That.” The last few words are punctuated with thrusts as he paints your walls with thick, milky ropes.

Once he closes his eyes, his hips remain still, and his forehead meets yours. This would be almost romantic if Ari didn’t make it beyond creepy by whispering how perfect you are and peppering kisses all over your face. His softening cock finally slips free from you, and you are happy to be empty until you feel the flow of his semen leaking from you. He notices your discomfort and mocks your whines as he pushes his jizz back into your swollen hole.

“Don’t worry, Bunny,” he starts, moving off of you to recline next to you, “Not gonna leave this bed ‘til you’re knocked up. As soon as you are, I’m gonna move you in with me. You are gonna be well taken care of, too. You are so perfect-every little thing about you. And when the baby comes, we are gonna be the perfect little family. You wouldn’t wanna ruin our family, right? You’re gonna be a good girl for me, huh?” he implores, holding your cheeks in his hand so your lips poke out a bit.

You nod while tears stream from your eyes, finding it hard to form words. But what would you have said? He seems to like you mostly silent; you haven’t uttered a single word since before he was inside you. It wasn’t too late to try, but it was too late to have hope; at least that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t know about you, but I am starting to get hard again just looking at you. On all fours for me, Bunny. I know you got it in you,” he orders, no kindness in his voice.

You quickly scramble to get on your hands and knees for him and are happy that he is pleased with your speed. As he slides into your sensitive folds again, you grimace but hold in your noises of pain. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you hurt, even though what he is doing is traumatizing. He relishes in the gushy sounds your pairing makes and the mighty “oomph” you make when he wraps an arm around your neck and flattens you down to your belly.

He has you in a chokehold while his hips canter back and forth, plunging his length deeper and deeper inside you. When he hears you start to sputter and gulp in air, he removes his arm from around your neck and holds your face cheek-down on the bed.

“Look at her, taking my cock just like she should. You’ll be the prettiest little wife and mother, won’t you? Gonna keep you nice and round as much as I can. My perfect little Bunny…ugh, fuck,” he blurts, his release surprising him suddenly.

When he pulls out, he smacks your ass and lays down next to you while your life flashes before your eyes. He moves closer to you, readjusting your body to lay on top of his as he rubs your back. He kisses the top of your head in such a kind gesture that you feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

You can’t even bring yourself to fully cry, the tears streaming down your face just to splash on Ari’s denim shirt. Forgotten and dried up to never be seen again.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble!!!!

**Tag List**

I also didn't know who to tag since this is the first time I wrote Ari.

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it'sssssssss tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Barbie Doll and Diablo

(as my friend likes to call them lol)

it took me a good few days of day dreming about barbs and scrolling through the barbatos tags (and the simeon and solomon tags) to acctually get the motivation for this soooooo here it issss

Part 1 - The Brothers Part 2 - The Angels + Solomon Part 3 - Diavolo + Barbatos

WEE WOO WEE WOO Content Warningggggsss: Darbatos and Diavolo are implied to be dating mc but it CAN be taken as platonic, GN!mc, maybe like a teensy tiny bit suggestive idk i do these before i write the hcs, could be ooc (i've never written for either of them, i dont think so atleast), mention of mamms and asmo but only tiny after thought type stuff i think

the energy is pumpinggggggg and the headcannon drabble things are a flowin'

Barbatos

w/ out mc - does not sleep, will only sleep if diavolo orders him to and if any of you have seen my take on the brothers sleeping he is the same as luci, but instead of the brothers having to be kept in line its the demon prince who does his best to sneak out when he thinks the butlers guard has been lowered enough to do so, other than that i do belive barbatos if tired enough will fall asleep standing continuing to do what ever job he was doing around the castle occsionally finishing all of his tasks whilst alseep (dia and the little d's take bets to see how far through his list barbatos can go before waking up again so far little d no. 2 and diavolo have the most wins) i also think barbatos will sleep walk into diavolos office on ocassion and just stand there like he would if diavolo was having a meeting with lucifer or mephi (i dont know how to spell his name someone help please) also no fan or ac or anything in his room im fairly sure his tail has / would have some form of protective slime kind stuff on it and that drying out would require a few weeks worth (and a couple thousands invested) of lotion applied every few like hours (it'd be like lipbalm or gloss on crusty dry craked up lips)

w/ mc - now with mc and diavolo trying to get him to sleep more often its a much bigger challenge for barbatos to deny going to sleep therefore he goes to sleep more often, with mc around the little d's and diavolo can't make as many bets on barbs work sleep habits so the bets have changed to how long will it take for mc to notice that barbs fell asleep again / how many chores can barbs get through before mc guides him back to his room and takes over barbs creepy standing in dia's office has stopped and been replced with a slight restlessness in his sleep (beware mc for he may kick), and mc better beware of the tail it's 100% getting wrapped around them as they sleep it will be cold it will be slimy it will be slightly gross and it will soak any and all sleep clothes (can't tell me barbs doesn't find enjoyment in feeling how mc jumps as they wake up suddenly due to how cold and wet his tail is 'whats wrong little lamb? did i accidently wake you during your slumber') still no fan or anything by the way not unless you want to be the one applying lotion to his tail every hour (bonus sleepy cuddly barbs like early sunday morning look like shiz and gotta get up but partner is still sleep and gooooodddd they look cute sleeping and don't wanna disturb the peace and then the overgrown toddler with daddy issues barges in asking for breakfast because he was a second late to waking him up saying theres pancakes if he does all his paperwork in which barbs does not remember saying at all (it was all a dream that dia thought was real) and waking mc up, gosh dang it now i gots ideas for another fic from these things)

Diavolo

w/ out mc - another sea creature guess what it isssss, thats right! its a starfishhhhhh, mans has a massive bed cant tell me he doesn't starfish accross it wings out and everything, thinking of wings.... wings can be blankie, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand like beel he. is. a. heater. no need for blankets when have wings and are heater, he snores and sleep talks majority of his sleep talking is telling dream barbs that dream him wasn't trying to escape his duties or saying those really creepy things that alot of people who sleep talk say in their sleep something like idk 'doont go in the closet' and it'd be like right as mammons trying to find secret treasure in the castle and somehow ended up in dias room and is about to open the closet

w/ mc - still sprawled out but don't worry mc he left space for you (in his arms) still a heater be prepared to wear your summer sleep clothes in the middle of winter (or sleep au natural like asmo probably does) he still snores and sleep talks pretty much the same as before also refuses to get up in the morning (mans went to bed late let him sleep in and get his sleepy morning cuddles before barbs comes in and says theres pancakes if he does all his paperwork before 9am the drem stirkes again 'but barbatos i got all my paperwork done before nine and pancakes sound good and the dream felt way too real for it to be just a dream, come on love you had to of heard barbatos say something about breakfast being pancakes today surely' dont break his heart help him gaslight barabtos instead/hj)

That ws fuunnnnnnnnnnn

btw quick little tiny baby question would people perhaps be interested in perhaps me writing a little bit more for barbs and/or simeon maybeeeeeee (the inspiration hit and oh mah lordy loorrrrrd it is difficlt to not want to write more about themm) (btw dont really care how many of you answer yes or no im probably gonna do it anyways)

alsoooo i will gladly accept requests for more headcannon drabbley things for other stiuations if anyone has any ideas, (i don't really do full on fics btw)

other than that i hope you all have a great day, afternoon, night, morning, tea, door, pencil and thank you for reading (i hope it was as fun to read as it was to write) MasterList thingy-o

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Hii can you do mini hcs for the brothers and dia oh how they would react if MC just walked up to them a gave them a big smooch eee

I don´t really know what mini headcanons are but I think how I usually write should fit the bill, also did you gain access to my Ideas file Anon? because I actually have a similar idea lol

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Lucifer:

he was just on the way back from his counsel duties which is the moment when he is the most exhausted and this is when you decided to strike

this would be one of the only times someone could manage to sneak up on Lucifer

lucky for him you didn´t have any ill intentions this time

and before he could even do anything he got a kiss

“Mc did you just take advantage of me not paying attention to kiss me”

“maybe~”

he was smiling “you´re ridiculous Mc you know you can always kiss me”

“but the normal way would be no fun”

Mammon:

you just waited until he got in trouble

not because he won´t expect it but he will get pretty much jump scared and this would be really funny

and lucky lucky you this is now the perfect moment!

he was trying to hide in one of the many rooms in the House of Lamentation when you decided to strike

just when he was about to turn around he got a kiss

and after getting over the shock of you appearing out of nowhere he was pretty embarrassed and acting like his normal Tsundere self

“Mc I told ya to stop doing that all the time!”

“it´s funny”

“do you want me to get a heart attack?!”

“…”

“why aren´t ya saying no?!”

Leviathan:

he was just binging the newest Anime when you decided to strike

he actually panicked so much that he jumped in his aquarium

… and he forgot to take his headset of and now it´s soaked and Levi is angry

but not for long because just as he was about to complain he got a smooch

cue him stuttering and blushing

“MC! I told you to stop doing that”

“but it´s fun”

“NOT FOR ME YOU DAMN NORMIE!”

anyway needless to say you get thrown out of his room

but it was totally worth it

Satan:

this one actually wasn´t planned and just a random decision because he was acting so cutely

he found a box of Kittens and decided to baby talk to them (and trash talk Lucifer in this voice)

so when he was distracted he got a little smooch

… he was actually so distracted by the kittens it took a while for him to register what happened

and after he was done cuddling them he just told you to do it when he isn´t distracted

very disappointing reaction and no embarrassement or other fun reactions

Asmodeus:

you can not catch him of guard to give him a kiss, he always knows

hiding behind a door? you´re the one getting a surprise kiss, jumping from the ceiling? He already caught and is teasing you, you once tried to hide under his bed to see if he would find you aaand you can take a guess on what happened

you will get frustrated rather quickly and Asmo will love it

will he ever tell you how he knows what your planning? no this will take his fun away

a true menace that will never stop teasing you but he will love more kisses

Beelzebub:

he was eating when you decided to make a move and it involved a certain risk distracting Beel while he is eating

you were actually lucky that he didn´t bite you on accident

Beel was actually a bit annoyed at first that you distracted him but quickly relaxed when he noticed what you were planning

“Mc I told you to stop distracting me while I eat”

“but it´s more fun this way :D”

“… okay how about next time you do it while we are snacking okay?”

poor guy is just worried about you and you refuse to accept that your actions can lead to bad consequences

Belphegor:

he sleeps so much it´s practically impossible for him to notice you

which takes the fun out of it because all you get is a smile

a very cute and happy smile but still a boring reaction

your pretty sure he´s actually awake when you give him a kiss and is just pretending to sleep to fuck with you

which sadly works and probably only encourages him to continue

he once even was so bold that he just hugged you and refused to let you

but you got a nap out of it so it could be worse

Diavolo:

he was just so exhausted by his duties that he didn´t even notice you sneak up on him

and this when you decided to strike

was it a good decision? was it a bad decision? depends if you think getting hugged by Diavolo and taken with him to the Demon Lord´s Castle and having to stay with him for the rest of the day

obvious to say he was pleasantly surprised that you decided to kiss him

“Mc you just know how to brighten my day!”

“no problem but could you maybe loosen your grip a bit because I have trouble breathing”

“no and you have to stay with me now”

at least you got a break from the Brothers shenanigans but now you have to endure Diavolo´s shenanigans

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Obey Me! Headcannons ~

I have never and will never hide that I dislike Luci

BUT

I do have thoughts

This man is just constantly sipping a caffeinated beverage he needs it to deal with these mfs

He's a single mother of all 6 of his brothers

I think all demons have sharp teeth. His are the least sharp of the brothers and he is PISSED ABT IT TGURBODFK

Fav song is probably by Mozart. Basic ass.

I discussed how the om! chars would deal wirth being in mlp (pls dont ask) and Luci and Luna give me an evil grinch smile

I feel like he'd curse when angry

Idk.

Gay ass

Smells like pine trees or something

I think he'd have a fear of mascots

Like. character mascots.

Don't ask me okay

Smells like axe bodyspray and SADNESS

Am I WRONG????

We all love mammon but that man.... we know he uses axe...

Befriends the local crows.

There is so many he could be carried off

They all give him shiny shit to sell

Did everyone remember how he's canonically a model

He's attractive. Canonically.

Anyways, second-sharpest teeth of the bros

This is cannon (TO ME) but Mammon is just attached to MC like glue

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" "LET GO OF MY HAND THEN????"

He once tried to steal and sell some of leviathan's games

The cast took a while to come off :)

Fav song is something CUNTY ik it

Most girlypop aside from asmo (YTO ME!!!!)

He's great :D

He is so trans to me as a transmasc.

He has a main twitter and an alt twitter. Nobody knows abt the alt so he uses it to doxx ppl he doesn't like

I love Leviathan but I swear to God I don’t think he knows what deodorant is

“man for a guy who sleeps in a bathtub you really have no concept of hygiene”

How many Henrys has he had??? who tf knows.

Fav animal is SNAKES

Loves pokemon. his fav would be gyarados

He will assume anything except romantic intentions at all times

Autistic. As approved by my friend with the 'tism

He would be a brony

Lovable but a Bit Cringe

Has tied Mammon to a chair and forced him to watch stuff before

EXPERT at pirating shit

Would play Undertale.

Speedrunner !!

Would spend like the better part of a month to discover EVERY SINGLE glitch, bug, and exploit in a game to use it to is advantage

Has a sims 4 cc folder that's like 80 terabytes

He's my malewife and he's everything to me.

Would make a shiny living dex on every single Pokémon game

He has multiple cardboard cutouts of his waifus

Satan has an Ao3 account. He writes exclusively on his fav characters

His Ao3 tag has something to do with Sherlock Holmes fight me

He tweets in perfect grammar

He'd kill over a board game

Would cry over a cute cat video

WARRIOR CATS NERD

HE'S COME UP WITH WARRIOR NAMES FOR EVERYONE HE KNOWS AND THE CAT HE THINKS IS MOST SIMILAR

Lucifer got assigned as Tigerclaw LMAO

He would get into Leviathan's fandoms but only bc Leviathan forced him. He comes out liking the thing.

His favorite disney movie would be Aristocats

Loves Luigi

He became a cat person specifically because Lucifer is a dog person

He'd also be a brony

The one that can analyze media properly

His brothers use him to spellcheck their essays

He either watches video essays on YouTube or he makes them

Likes reading about witchkraft from the human realm, he finds it interesting

The one that taught Leviathan to make cardboard cutouts

Knows about 50 stray cats and has named them all

Constantly brags about how he has sharper teeth than Lucifer

Smells like a different scented candle every week

Has that stereotypical gay accent

He's zesty

He's girlypop but we all knew that

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

Goes like "GIRL you would NOT believe what Solomon did!!"

He spills all the tea all the time

King shit

He'd wear a dress in a heartbeat and he'd ROCK IT

He would cry over broken nails but not because of the pain it might cause, only because it looks ugly asf now

"I NEED TO CRY BUT MY MAKEUP WAS 40 GRIMM"

The one who painted everyone's nails

Will threaten you in order to paint your nails, but he will do a color you like

King at make up

Absolutely loves Ru Paul

Keeps trying to get Dia to set up a drag race, he's unsuccessful as of now

Strawberry is his favorite flavor

He's very physically affectionate but would absolutely respect boundaries i will kill you if you think otherwise

He would HYPE. YOU. UP.

Has gum on him 24/7

Also has tampons on him so he can give them to the homies who need them (like Leviathan)

IDK man I didn't used to like him that much but he's grown on me

VERY GOOD COOK because of course he is

Loves giving piggyback rides

Tall enough and beefy enough for you to sit on his shoulders

Would also let Belph sleep on his shoulders

He's a golden retriever. We knew this.

Surprisingly good at Just Dance

Not a dog person not a cat person but a secret third thing (he thinks cows are adorable)

Always spares bugs and spiders when he finds them

Cannot watch cooking shows, he's tried to eat the TV before

Loves going to movie theaters, will pay just for the overpriced popcorn

You can tell he genuinely loves you if he shares his food

Like he shares his food with MC and all the brothers are like "W. WHAT??"

Would INSIST you look great no matter what you look like

You will cuddle with him and Belph this is an Order

Smells like food-scented deodorant

He would be too scared to roughhouse with anyone, boy is too strong

Likes just picking people up and carrying them off

He's done this with Satan once and it actually calmed him down

Favorite show is Bluey probably

Favorite animal is a maned wolf or something

Would kill for a klondike bar

Sharpest teeth out of the brothers + bites as a love language

Every time he bites Leviathan it results in Leviathan squealing higher than able to be heard by humankind

Talks in his sleep. It is adorable thank you for asking!

Smells like Lavendar, vanilla deodorant, and a little bit of "hasn't showered in 2 days" hidden underneath

Drinks a lot of milk

Blueberry is his favorite flavor

Lucid dreams a lot

He does not believe dreams have meanings his are always either incomprehensible or if they did have menains have ones he really doesnt like

Would drink monster energy but he hates the taste of caffeine (he just like me forreal)

Gummies are his favorite snack

He gives off trans energy but i honest to diavolo can't tell if he's transfem or transmasc or neither i CANT TELL

He's girly pop in his own unique way

His DDD's ringtone is Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica

He's neurodivergent to me i just dont know how

Chews on everything for sensory reasons

Spoiled. Because he's the youngest sibling ofc he is

Every time he drinks hot cocoa he puts marshmallows in it

He considers "barging into your room and scooching you over in your bed to cuddle" a sleepover

Alternatively he'll get Beel to bring you to their room

Hey everyone remember how he's canonically a yandere-

Anyways he's cool :)

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HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM HAKSHWKDHKSH 😭😭

SINCE YOURE DOING REQUESTS CAN YOU PLS PLS WRITE SMTH ABT FIRST KISS WITH CHUUYA AAA IT CAN BE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANONS OR ANYTHING, ID ACCEPT ANYTHING PLS IM ON MY KNEES I WILL GIVE YOU COOKIES

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!! ALSO YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GIVE ME ANYTHING FOR ME TO WRITE FOR YOU. YOU COULD SAY 'DIA WRITE ME THIS OR I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU' AND I'D BE LIKE 'YES MASTER :D'. THAT BEING SAID I'M SURE YOUR COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS <3

Mutually Beneficial Transaction

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: After not seeing each other for a while, you and Chuuya spend the day together. It gets a little more romantic than you expected.

♡ wc: 1.4k

♡ cw: Swearing, mentions of death.

note: I'm so, SO sorry that this took so long to complete anon. This was one of the first reqs I got and I feel like I've let you down T-T I had a bunch of different ideas for this but not a clue which one to use- hopefully you like the end result though <3 Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Most people would see you and Chuuya as you were out and about and make the assumption that you were on a date. After all, you were dragging him from place to place, a couple clothes bags dangling from your free arm while he followed you with a fond smile on his face. You didn't have any issues with this, but it certainly wasn't the case. However, if it were, you're sure you would have been all over Chuuya and vice versa.

Yokohama was well known to be a city teeming with crime, specifically at the hands of the notorious Port Mafia of which Chuuya was an executive. You weren't a member yourself but you didn't feel as if you had anything to fear being close with Chuuya. You assumed that since you'd known each other for so long that you had some form of immunity. That being said, it had been a while since you were able to spend any personal time with him.

That's the reason that, on a rare day off, Chuuya called you to meet him at a nearby cafe for breakfast to spend the day with you. Feeling a little lonely without him, you were more than happy to participate. Thus, you spent the day running around Yokohama with Chuuya doing a multitude of things- shopping, trying different foods, and the like. Doing couple-y things, you thought. The question of whether or not Chuuya was at all like-minded lingered in the back of your head most of the day.

Around mid-evening before dinner, you and Chuuya found yourselves a bench near the port and took your seats, letting your arms rest from the bags they'd been carrying, and your feet rest from taking you so many places. The sunset setting on the horizon was a bright orange, the sky a calming ombre of shades of pink and blue.

"Today was brilliant, Chuuya," you breathed, a serene smile gracing your face as you absorbed the view. "Thank you for all this."

"It's nothin', really," he sighed, brushing a stray ginger lock from his face. "I'm just glad you were happy."

"You're way too nice to me. You know I won't be able to repay you- at least not like this?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, with a chuckle.

"I don't care about that. You spending time with me is payment enough." Chuuya glanced over at you with a smile. "I'm glad I got to hang out with you today."

"It really has been a while, huh?" You mused. "Things are busy in the mafia right now, I guess?"

"Things are technically always busy there, but because I'm an executive I have a lot more shit to do than most other members." He explained.

"That's also why you're so fuckin' loaded, I guess." You joked. The man beside you let out a snicker. "Seriously, though, just because you make a lot doesn't mean you always need to spend it on me."

"It's honestly fine, hon. I mean it. Besides, I kinda like buying you stuff." When you tilted your head at him as if to ask for further explanation, he elaborated. "You always get so excited whenever I get you a gift. It's nice knowing that I'm able to make you happy."

"You make me happy whenever I see you, regardless of whether you buy me things!" You insisted, shifting towards him and earnestly taking his gloved hand in your own. "I like spending time with you! I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't, you know."

"...yeah." He squeezed your hand. "...hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Chuuya."

"Have you been feeling lonely recently?" The question surprised you, because it seemed rather random and uncharacteristic coming from Chuuya. You turned to face him.

"I mean...I guess, a little. It's been kinda lonely not having you around. Sometimes I got worried that you'd died or something," you admitted, your voice quiet.

"Died? Me?" Chuuya asked, making you giggle.

"I know, I know. Even God wouldn't be able to kill you. But I really couldn't help but worry. I'm glad to have been able to spend today with you. I like knowing that you're alright," you cast him a genuine smile, "and I had a great time. Did you?"

"'Course I did. I was with you." Chuuya responded returning your beam. You tapped your lips and weakly swatted at him.

"Shush, you."

"Now that I think of it, I did kinda miss messing with you." Chuuya leaned forward as his eyes narrowed.

"You're so damn sadistic, Chuuya. No wonder you're a mafia exec- that title suits you to a tee," you scoffed, pushing your finger into his forehead. "I can't even catch a break when I'm on your good side."

"Don't complain, you have it pretty easy with me."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." You rolled your eyes. "Cheeky..."

"Who's cheeky?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow. You leaned forward to reach his eye level, both of you staring one another down. You smirked at him.

"The one spending all his money on me so that he can mess with me, maybe?" You suggested, with a small head tilt. The pair of you shared a quick chuckle, before it suddenly dawned on you how close you were to Chuuya.

You took note of how soft his glove felt on your hand, and how his breath danced across your face. The air around you suddenly seemed hot and sticky. You could hear your heartbeat in your temples.

"...you know what?" Chuuya spoke softly. "If you wanna repay me, maybe there's one thing you can do..."

Your eyes flickered towards his lips. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. You don't have to do it if you don't want to...but I'd appreciate it a lot."

"Anything for you, Chuuya," you breathed.

"Is that right?"

"Of course..." You had mentally prepared for this moment for years, and you felt a surprising amount of confidence. Though, that was mostly because Chuuya seemed to be returning your...very fervid attitude. You were both quiet, the only sounds being your slightly wavering breaths. Your faces were barely centimetres apart now.

"In that case..." you inhaled and closed your eyes in anticipation, quickly melting into his touch when your lips connected.

Chuuya did feel warm, and you felt a tingle in your chest. Your first kiss with Chuuya was better than you'd expected; not only did Chuuya meet all of your expectations but he also seemed equally interested in kissing you. You could only assume, anyway, when Chuuya's fingers found their way beneath your chin and gently lifted your face up so he could better access your lips.

The moment felt fleeting. When Chuuya pulled away you wanted to take his face and keep kissing him, but you didn't. That would probably shock him. You opened your eyes to see Chuuya's blue ones boring into yours. His face was relaxed, if a little flushed.

"Oh...oh, you're good at kissing..." You practically mouthed, you were so quiet. Chuuya couldn't hold back his laugh at your expression.

"How kind of you."

"No, like-!" You huffed, pushing him away from you. "You are a sadist."

"Nah, not to you," he shook his head. You didn't know what to say to him. Chuuya let out a relenting exhale. "I can be if you want me to be."

"...yeah. To be honest, you'd kinda lose half your charisma if you weren't." After saying that, he gave you a frown. You stifled a giggle.

"I'm the cheeky one?"

"Yes, you are. But I think I prefer it that way," you smiled. Chuuya truly couldn't get enough of it.

"I think...and you be quiet," he began, pointing a stern finger towards you. "...I think you and I are a good match. Dating-wise."

"You don't say?" You teased.

"Y/N, I'm being serious here," he insisted, taking your hand once more. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

"...yes?!" You raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have kissed you if the answer was no? You dense idiot, Chuuya."

"My apologies for making sure I wasn't dragging you into something you didn't want," he rolled his eyes. You laced your fingers together, before lifting your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. His gaze softened. "...thanks, hon."

"Seriously, though, I actually won't be able to spoil you or anything like that, so are you really sure you wanna date me?" You asked.

Chuuya sighed in exasperation. "I'm cuttin' you off if you keep this shit up, Y/N."

"Okay, okay!"

i'm kinda tempted to write something now based on my first kiss because imo it was CRAZY romantic, but i don't wanna disrespect the person with whom i shared said kiss. if you're reading this; hey man do i have permission to write a loose recount of what we did except instead of us it's like some fictional people? i will give you a creative credit for worldbuilding

[mageofseven]

When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 7

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @marvelous-maniac @ghost-mint @darkflowerav @missloserqueen

Mephisto ran to his love's side, stumbling a bit as he ran faster than he could move properly with his cane but he didn't care.

Barbatos stepped away from the woman just before the boyfriend made it in front of the gasping woman.

MC felt as if she was just chiseled out of a glacier. Even the nobleman could feel it as he touched her arms; despite her normal complexion, the human felt deathly cold.

Mephisto quickly took off his jacket and slid it over her shoulders before taking her hand on his and pressing it against his warm chest.

"Mi corazón? What happened--" He winced as he suddenly noticed the pain in his leg.

"M-Mephisto...I'm fine." She promised. "N-Now p-please...sit d-down."

You gotta be kidding me. Even after whatever the hell she went through, she's still worried him and his leg. If he wasn't so speechless right now, he'd be calling her an idiot for her ill timed concern.

It wasn't just her though.

Lord Diavolo pulled a chair right next to MC's and gave a sympathetic, almost strange sort of look.

"Please listen to MC, my friend."

Mephisto pursed his lips before temporarily letting go of his sweet human and shakily taking the seat as was asked.

The nobleman immediately pulled her back towards him though, embracing his girlfriend in hope of warming the poor woman.

He glared at the butler.

"What the in the devil's hellish mind were you doing?"

All etiquette went out the window in that moment. Even though this was in front of Lord Diavolo, Mephisto didn't care. He needed answers to what the hell he just saw, to what his pregnant girlfriend just went through.

Dia frowned.

"Vocabulary aside, I agree with Mephistopheles." The prince told his butler. "I would also like to know what it was that we walked in on."

Barbatos pursed his lips.

"I would rather not say as of yet." The butler explained. "I feel it would be disrespectful to MC to speak on the matter without her saying her piece first. However, I will mention that I received her full consent before using my magick upon her."

Trusting his friend, but also wanting to make sure his other one has a chance to speak, the prince turned to MC.

"Is this true?"

The woman nodded before hiding her face in her boyfriend's chest.

Mephisto stared in disbelief.

"Why? What did you let him do to you?"

He adjusted her in his arms, making the human reveal her face when all she wanted to do was hide from him.

"I..." The woman gave a big shiver, causing the man to quickly rub her back in hop the friction will help warm her a bit. "E-Ever since I b-became p-pregnant...I've been s-seeing things, M-MepMep."

The nobleman's eyes widen and he laid hand against her cheek.

"What kind of things? Mi corazón, please."

"Translucent b-beings float in an e-empty world." She spoke softly. "B-But over time, it became less and less empty...and...before you picked me up earlier, I had a-a vision with them dancing, these dark and light b-beings holding hands and d-dancing as they sang a melody in a foreign language that sounded...familiar t-to me."

Mephisto could only stare. What the hell has been going on with her head to cause that?

This made no sense to the nobleman. These...'visions' of hers were nothing he had ever heard of and most certainly weren't something from his family. Then what's happening to her? What's happening to his sweet corazón?

With MC's side of things spoken, Barbatos stepped forward.

"After confiding in me about these visions of hers, I realized what their cause may be." The butler explained, cool and composed as always. "However, considering the...severe rarity of the condition, I had to be completely sure before speaking such aloud and therefore needed to perform some ancient magick."

Surprising the couple, but not the butler in the slightest, the prince gave Barb a stern look.

"Barbatos, what did you do to her?"

"I indeed used soul magick." He confirmed the prince's suspicions. "If it is any consolation, my lord, it seems my own suspicions are correct; history is repeating itself."

Diavolo raised his eyebrows.

"Please clarify this realization of yours."

"MC's soul is surprisingly more pure than we could have ever expected." The butler explained. "We understood her soul was angelic thanks to Ms. Lilith; however, the average angel soul is simply never to this level of purity."

The concern on the prince's face was obvious, which only made the couple more stress.

"Hold on a minute." Mephisto interrupted. "What are you saying? Humans do not have angelic souls; their souls are heterogeneous mixtures of dark and light magick."

MC tensed in his arms as Diavolo turned to his old friend.

"MC...is a very special human." He explained just as he has many times over the years. However, this time he actually continued. "Many years ago, I saved Lilith, Lucifer's sister, from the brink of death by turning her into a human in exchange for his loyalty. By doing this, the woman's very genetics changed, but her soul did not and it seems to have affected the soul MC has developed, if not Lilith's other descendants' as well."

"I--and when was anyone going to tell me this??" The nobleman quickly looked down at his girlfriend, just to find her hiding in his chest. "Why didn't you say anything to me after all this? About any of this?"

"I'm afraid now isn't the time for such questions." Barbatos gently inserted himself.

And he was right. MC was so cold and stressed and overwhelmed; the last thing the pregnant woman needed was her boyfriend barking questions at her.

Mephisto sighed before leaning towards her ear.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before kissing her head and looking back at the other men. "What does any of this mean then?"

Dia sighed.

"It means...you are both recreating the first generation of humanity, just as my ancestor the Devil and the Celestial Father once did."

Mephisto's heart sank.

"How is that even possible?!"

"It's the result of your souls." The prince explained apologetically. "Your family is well known for its purity of the dark magick in their souls. This paired will the apparent purity of the light magick in MC's own soul has resulted in you both having children like the since-extinct first generation of humanity."

Children?? As in plural?? And how will this make them so different from modern humans?

Before Mephisto had the chance to ask any of this though, Barbatos chimed in.

"I suspected this was the case because the visions she spoke of contain images of the Primordial era, essentially the earliest days of the past." He explained. "Early humans had the power to see the past, a gift given to them by their parent the Devil."

"A gift the Celestial Father was threaten by." Diavolo frowned.

After all, why would He be happy with His lover giving their children the power to look into His secrets?

The nobleman's mind was racing. This--this was a lot for him to process after all.

"I...I don't...f-feel too good..." MC said suddenly, sounding weak.

Mep's eyes widened and he tightened his embrace on MC as his gaze snapped down to her.

"Mi corazón?"

"Barbatos," Dia looked to the butler. "Bring her inside and draw her a medicinal bath to help her warm up."

"Yes, my lord."

Barbatos stepped forward and gently peeled the weak but clingy woman from her boyfriend before guiding her inside.

"Don't worry, my friend." Diavolo assured him. "MC will be fine. The coldness felt on her is a magically induced phantom type. Her body feels no true affect from it and so it is mostly her mind that is tired; she and the babies will be fine."

"Is it truly definite?" He asked, gaze till staring in the direction the butler and his pregnant love went. "Is there really more than one child?"

"Considering the nature of this pregnancy, I would be more surprised if not." The prince explained before taking a seat next to his friend. "There's no need to be concerned though; as powerful as you and MC are, neither of you are at the same level as my ancestor and therefore I would imagine the amount would be something much more manageable on her human body."

The nobleman released a big sigh and hid his face in his hands.

He...really wasn't acting like himself today, but in truth, he couldn't care less. Everything was starting to feel out of his control.

As long as Mephisto can remember, he always wanted to be a dad and husband, be the greatest man possible for those he loved. That was a dream of his since he was young.

However, he was completely falling short of the man he wanted to be. He felt like chaos continued to brew like a storm against his poor corazón and he was doing such a terrible job of shielding her from it, mostly because he's been left in such ignorance.

It felt as if he's been spending so much time trying to fix one leaking spot on a ceiling while on the other side other house, part of the roof ripped off and poor MC has been rained and stormed on all alone.

"My friend, everything will all be fine." Dia assured him.

"I need to take care of that idiot..." He said from within his hands. Like always, he didn't really believe she was stupid; he was just hurt and frustrated. "How can I do that when she hides things like this from me?"

"MC is simply not used to being taken care of." The other man explained. "You just need to be patient with her. For now, you know what she held and more; now you can protect her even better."

Mephisto raised his head and nodded.

"I...I suppose so." He agreed.

"Also, a word of advice." The prince put his hand on his old friend's shoulder and captured his gaze. "Do not tell anyone about this. Not about your children's...'special race', not about the purity of MC's soul, and especially not her visions."

Mephisto pursed his lips.

"I trust you, but what specifically will come of it if others find out it?"

"My friend, you are a noble from the family leading the Traditionalist political party." Dia spoke as if it was obvious. "If others find out that the son of the leader of the party known not only for demon elitism, but also historically for prohuman sacrificing and human slavery is not only mating with a human, but is also literally recreating the first generation of the so-called living mistakes of my ancestor, your family will become a target by your own allies."

Shit. Mephisto didn't think of that.

"We also cannot risk anyone else knowing about MC's visions of the past." He continued. "She may not be able to control them right now, but that won't matter to anyone with secrets to hide and that would be our whole court. Others knowing about her soul could also help lead to others to these conclusions and we cannot allow that."

Devil, things just kept getting more complicated. Can't the realms just leave his poor corazón alone?

[mostmouse]

Hello! I found your blog from AO3, and I really like your NSFW Alphabet with Diavolo. I like your dia the most because of love, from a king to an ordinary person.

can i request diavolo x reader for Obey Me! Nightbringer? I want to know what the story will be when the future reader meets the past diavolo

hey! i love the NSFW alphabet too! its such a fun little pet project :) i wanted to get this out even thought nightbringer isnt out yet. its not as cute or warm as my other dia fics but here's my interpretation of past dia!

No Longer Your Demon (Diavolo x GN!Reader, rating: suggestive)

Everything around you was dark. You couldn’t tell which way was up, or if your eyes were open or closed. Did you even feel the weight of gravity pulling on your body? 

You were beyond confused, however, you weren’t scared. Worse things had happened to you in your bizarre life. Deciding to wait it out, you relaxed, hoping if you were trapped in some sort of haywire spell, not fighting would get you released quicker. If it worked for quicksand, why not in other completely unrelated situations? 

Finally, you found yourself being pulled downwards, the familiar feeling of your body weight coming back to you. Breathing deeply, you watched as your vision became fuzzy and blurred, then finally clearing up. Looking around, if you’d had to hazard a guess, you were in the Demon Lord’s castle. 

Standing up, holding onto the wall to gather your bearings, you took inventory of where you were. You were very familiar with the Demon Lord’s castle, considering how much time you spent there. But somehow, it seemed different. Things weren’t as bright as they usually were, the once lavish and ornate gold seeming more oppressive and heavy. 

Beginning your way down the corridor, you reached out and stroked the curtains as you slowly made your way. What was wrong with this part of the castle? Had Barbatos neglected it? No, that didn’t seem right. You thought hard about where you were, but the decor didn’t seem familiar to you at all. 

Up ahead, you saw a quick flash of black. Picking up the pace, you called out softly, “Little D! Hey, come back here!” To your disappointment, however, the lesser demon didn’t appear before you. Usually they fawned all over you, not only having Diavolo’s favor drawing them towards you, but also just being kind to them made them flock to you. 

Whining slightly. You slowed down before stopping. Something wasn’t right... You grabbed your D.D.D. and turned the screen on. It seemed to be working just fine, except the time and date wouldn’t display. What was that supposed to mean? 

Grumbling, you slipped it back into your pocket, taking a step forward before the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Suddenly, Barbatos appeared before you, very much in your personal space. You jumped, but then smiled, “Barb-” Before you could even finish your sentence, suddenly you were in his room. 

He regarded you carefully, his eyes raking over you slowly. “What are you doing here?” His piercing gaze met yours finally, and you saw confusion in them. Feeling a tad bit nervous, you fidgeted. Barbatos was never confused. 

“I- Well, I don’t actually know. I don’t remember what I was doing before, but suddenly I was sitting in the hallway. I tried to flag down one of the little D’s but he totally ignored me. What’s going on anyways? Something isn’t right here...” 

The demon before you sighed, a chair suddenly appearing behind you and he pushed you into it. “You’re in the wrong timeline.” He kneeled before you, “You belong thousands of years to the future. Where- well, when we are now... My Lord has only just debuted as Prince of the Devildom. The Demon King fell into his slumber not too many centuries ago. And the angels- well, demon brothers, they’ve fallen only just recently.” 

Your mind reeled as his gaze never left yours, never blinking, watching you intently. “You... Okay, what? I don’t think I’m following. At least, you know who I am, right?” Suddenly you were desperate to hear his voice comforting you. How did this happen? You had a million questions, but none seemed to come out. 

“Don’t panic, please. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this, but I wanted to let you know your situation. I’m sure there’s a way to fix this. But as of this moment, I can’t find a path back to your own time. Please, bear with me as I try to figure out a solution.” 

Much to his frustration, your gaze seemed to grow more and more curious. “Do you think-” 

“No.” His voice was finite. He knew exactly what you were going to ask, he didn’t need his powers to tell that much. You were about to be an unending thorn on his side, you already had no self preservation in the present, but he was confident that you didn’t understand how much danger you could be in in this situation. 

“You didn’t even-” Your mouth snapped shut as he glared at you. In your time - apparently - he would never act like this. He was strict, yes, and hid behind a sometimes scary smile, but he was seldom ever outwardly aggressive. You could count on one hand how many times he had been so severe looking. 

“You are to stay here until I can find a solution to this predicament. Do not leave, and do not touch anything. I shall bring you refreshments shortly.” He got up to leave, a door appearing suddenly before him. Turning to look at you once more, his tail flicking behind him, “I will know if you leave, consider yourself lucky that you’re not already restrained.” 

With that, the door snapped closed behind him, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized. You sighed, shoulders slumping. What were you supposed to do here, then? It wasn’t as if he had any gaming consoles or art supplies, not even a damn window to look out of forlornly. 

Standing up, you wandered around in the seemingly vast but small space. All the stairs and doors were intriguing, but you couldn’t seem to reach any of them. It was rare to ever be alone in his room, you weren’t quite sure how to navigate it. Closing your eyes and focusing on your magic, you were pleased to find it hadn’t diminished, considering you were so far back in the past. 

As you called up your teleportation magic, you wondered about Barbatos’s words. The brothers had only recently fallen? The Demon King just went to sleep practically years ago? What did that mean for your demon? Was Diavolo completely different back then- or well, now? You knew he had always had a penchant for peace, he had met with Lucifer countless times when he was still an angel. 

The familiar pull of teleporting within the Devildom to Diavolo’s room was as natural as breathing, and without thinking too hard about what Barbatos would do to you once he found you, you let your magic take you. 

The sound of rushing wind overwhelmed you then stopped. Silence spread around you as you cautiously opened your eyes. It was the same dark drab atmosphere of the hallway you had appeared in. Walking forward slightly, you held your tongue as you kicked something. 

Grabbing your D.D.D., you used your flashlight to look around and collect your bearings. Well, this was the same room you and Diavolo spent all your time in, but it wasn’t his room. Uncomfortable, you made your way through the makeshift storage room, various furniture items covered in sheets. Finally reaching the window, you dragged the heavy drapes to the side, and observed the luxurious royal gardens below. 

They were beautiful, of course. But it seemed to be lacking the exotic foliage of the human world and select items from the Celestial Realm. Humming thoughtfully, you made your way to the door before pausing. How soon until Barbatos realized you weren’t in his room? You were sure his punishment would be severe, probably borderline torturous. He didn’t seem to be as forgiving and warm as the Barbatos from your time. 

You tucked your D.D.D. away, meditating on your position for a moment. You had always been able to locate Diavolo after the two of you had become so close, years together reflecting in your magical abilities to seek him out. 

As you opened your eyes, breathing slowly and calmly, a small thread appeared before you. Smiling gently, you reached out to it, twirling it around your fingers and palm before teleporting yourself to the end of it. 

The sounds of Diavolo’s office were muted as he worked. He had large blueprints in front of him, something he had been eager to begin construction on. Now that there were angels turned demons in his realm, he felt he could finally begin stitching the three worlds together. 

Barbatos had helped him come up with a sort of educational facility. He planned to call it the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Not to toot his own horn, but considering it was his goal to unite the worlds, he could be a little selfish and name it after him. 

He wanted to have the angels- or, demons now, get to know about the culture in their new home. They had separated out and gone on differing rampages, not that it bothered him any. The Devildom was vast; countless lost souls, tortured beings, and lesser demons populating the place. He could let the newly transformed brothers have their fill, after all, he was known to go on large hunting trips as well. 

On such trips, he was able to survey his kingdom and lands, as well as indulge in a bit of temptation. He had taken a few demons as concubines, slaughtered others, and consumed lesser demons and lost souls more times than he could count. However, he had no concubines at the moment. All of them bored him sooner or later, their fear of him rapidly becoming exhausting to deal with, or their lust for power annoying him. 

He wanted to find someone to be his equal. He had made a deal with Lucifer, the strongest of the brothers, but he had yet to come around and spend quality time. Diavolo enjoyed watching them raze areas of the Devildom, he knew in the long run it would bring them closer to him. 

Golden eyes suddenly darted up, something - or someone - was appearing before him. However, it wasn’t Barbatos, and none of the brothers had been permitted past the magic barrier that surrounded the castle. So who was audacious enough to materialize directly in front of the Demon Prince?

Slowly but surely, a human appeared. Your build a dead giveaway, considering you had no demonic adornments or a glamour he could sense. He could feel his fingers twitch as he held them at his sides. Finally, you became solid, your body and soul joining together after your teleportation and you opened your eyes. 

Molten gaze met your own and you grinned. Waving a hand, you called out to your demon. “Hi Dia! Or, well I know you don’t know me yet, but I just couldn’t stand to stay away from you. Please don’t call Barbatos!” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you begged. 

Bewildered, he simply regarded you in silence. Dia? Was that supposed to be him? You spoke so familiarly, and you mentioned Barbatos with hardly any fear, and an almost equal amount of familiarity. Just who were you? And most of all, “A human?” 

His voice was deep, and without the warmth you were so familiar with. Your smile strained for a moment. “Yeah! I- uh, I’m sort of... Well, we’re very close in the future. Something weird happened and uhm, here I am! Thousands of years in the past...” You looked sheepish, and he couldn’t sense any deception from your words. 

Your trailing off at what you were had him slightly on edge. Who were you? What were you doing here? You knew him well enough to call him by a nickname - there were only a handful of others that called him by his name, most referring to him simply as ‘your majesty’. 

Even with the Demon King asleep, the demons in the Devildom wasted no time in the pomp of addressing him as true royalty. Afterall, he hadn’t been in the public for very long, only recently mingling with his denizens. But you... You weren’t a part of the Devildom. You were from the human world, but most of all you were still alive. 

“What are you doing here? You’re not a lost soul, so you must have a reason for being here.” His gaze was unwavering, you weren’t even sure if he had blinked yet since you appeared before him. He walked around his large desk, his wings flaring behind him as his glittering jewels caught the light. 

You couldn’t help it as you took one step backwards, and his intense stare immediately went to your feet. You stood straight, holding your ground as he stopped in front of you, molten gold eyes staring deep into yours. 

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t know why I’m here, specifically. But in my timeline, you invited me here. The exchange program, you know?” His eyes didn’t move, watching you closely as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you licked your lips nervously, continuing out of nervousness. “We were close, you and I. I lived at the House of Lamentation with the brothers. I’ve been in the Devildom for years now.” 

“Lived. Where do you live now?” His voice was deep and it had your heart fluttering. At your confused look, he reached out, hand under your jaw and tilting your head up, eyes examining your face, neck, and shoulders. “You said you lived with the angels- the demons, I mean. So, where do you live now, where you’re from?” 

His eyes found yours again, intense curiosity in them, yet lacking warmth. “W-With you. We’re together, romantically, I mean. You had asked me to move in with you and so... Well, I did. I went to our room but it doesn’t seem to be used as your bedroom now, which I thought was interesting.” Your weak laughter brought no love to his gaze, his eyes wandering around your body again. 

His nail beneath your jaw was sharp, and you felt if you moved even an inch, it would cut into your soft skin. “You went there? Did you use your teleportation magic?” You nodded slightly, feeling his claw press into you sharply, but as far as you could tell, there was no blood yet. 

Suddenly, a sharp tap echoed against the large heavy wooden doors. Barbatos entered quickly, glaring at the back of your head before regarding his master. “They had express directions to not stray from where I put them. My apologies, My Lord. Please, allow me to escort them back.” 

You shuddered at his tone. He was very not happy with you. Swallowing, you could feel his piercing gaze behind you. Humming in thought, Diavolo finally looked at his friend, “I think I’ll keep them here, Barbatos. Would you bring us some tea and snacks? I’d like to entertain them.” 

Flinching as Barbatos left, the door closing sharply, you gazed up at Diavolo. Finally, his hand left you, and you resisted the urge to rub at where his nail had scratched you. He turned back towards his desk, and with a wave of his hand, the papers began to roll themselves up. 

You moved to sit in the chair before him, looking up at him with caution. You were stiff in your spot, and Diavolo watched as you fidgeted slightly. “So, tell me more about your time here in the Devildom. I’m very interested to hear it.” His hands steepled in front of him as he rested his jaw on them. 

“Oh, well, I was one of the first human exchange students. It was rough in the beginning being here, but you made every effort to make sure I was comfortable and safe. I’ll always be so grateful to you for that. Over the months and years, we grew closer and closer, and well. We sort of, uh, well, fell in love.” 

Your words were hushed towards the end, a bit embarrassed and something else you couldn’t quite describe. You weren’t afraid of him, but there was a seed of doubt planted in the bottom of your belly. Barbatos returned to lay out an afternoon spread before you. Without speaking, or looking at you, he poured tea and promptly left once more. 

Pursing your lips, your eyes flicked up to Diavolo who was still staring intensely at you. “You were a student? Then surely you were attending the Academy that I’m going to build.” You smiled softly, nodding your head as you reached out to grab a small sandwich that you recognized to be safe for human consumption. 

He made no move to eat or drink, and continued to watch you. “I’ve always been fascinated by humans. Tell me, how intimately do I know you?” Swallowing your food, you cleared your throat, looking at him and then down to your lap. “Since you mentioned we are romantically involved, I simply assumed we are also lovers. Is that incorrect?” 

He could tell by your suddenly bashful attitude that he was right. He wanted to know everything, was he really intimate with a human? He had lusted after them more times he could count, yet he always ended up breaking those he took. Demons were sturdier, but he couldn’t deny how soft a human felt. They held a special place within him. He would say in his heart, but he had never felt anything more than a passing curiosity about them, so he couldn’t say whether or not he was actually fond of them. 

Chewing your lip for a moment, “Uhm, yeah we are actually. It's, well, it's very nice.” Your smile was timid, and your shoulders pressed forward, making yourself smaller in the chair. His tongue traced over his teeth as he watched you move around. 

“Are you afraid?” His question was simple, but your feelings were anything but. You didn’t think you were afraid of him, but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled. It was as if you had no barrier between what could possibly go wrong, and you understood now why Barbatos was so insistent that you stay in his room. 

This version of Diavolo didn’t feel anything towards you, wasn’t kind or courteous. Your Diavolo had been socialized around others for countless years, learning to not be so serious, and how to interact. The Diavolo before you didn’t have those types of bonds. Didn’t have the regality you loved. 

You shuffled in your seat, breathing deeply as you addressed him, knowing full well he would be able to tell if you lied to him. “No, I’m not afraid of you. I’m scared of the situation, of the unfamiliar environment I’m in. But I’ve never been and never will be afraid of you, my little prince.” That had him blinking in surprise. You weren’t being dishonest. And he could understand your trepidation at the situation at hand, objectively. 

Little Prince... What a charming pet name to be called. He had never guessed that he would have a lover, and a human one at that. You were kind, he could tell that much. You looked soft and warm, and he yearned to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to feel how you felt under him, how you would beg him to be gentle. 

Grinning at you suddenly, he felt the excitement in his blood, “Well then. It's settled. You’ll be staying here with me in the castle. Barbatos will solve the issues at hand when he’s able, but you,” He stood, imposing body towering over yours, and you felt your breath catch in your lungs. “You shall stay with me. I look forward to the ways you’ll show love to me, human. And please, for your sake, I hope you don’t hold back.” 

You felt cold all of a sudden, as the demon who appeared to be your lover rounded the desk. The tea had gone cold and the food was forgotten. Gripping your hand tightly, enough to make you yelp and grab at his wrist, he hauled you up out of the chair, dangling you by your feet slightly. 

“Let us make our way towards the bedroom. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking. Should you have any tales of our time together, I’m very interested in hearing them.” Dread pooled in your belly, feet tapping at the floors as he dragged you swiftly through the hallways. 

Passing by the kitchens, you saw Barbatos’s dark gaze in passing. How badly you wanted to reach out to him, ask him to help you, to save you from this demon. But your inner pleas went unanswered, powerless to work against his Lord. He had warned you after all, but you simply refused to listen. You’d have to deal with the consequences, and the prince’s insatiable curiosity with humans in every possible way. 

[untitledgirl5173]

Love Live 2077: A Cyberpunk 2077 retelling. Chapter one: The fall of Dia Kurosawa

(Preview under Read more)

Night City had a way of swallowing you into its ecosystem and spitting you out either dead or a legend. It had already swallowed near everyone I knew. It's funny, I used to dream of making a change with my music. Hell, I even tried for a bit, But in the end I ended up here. On my way to a bar in Watson with nothing but my ride, and a sidearm, and a plan to sabotage my boss's competition. I must be out of my mind right? At Least that's how I feel right now.

Working for Arasaka was the dream for anyone in business in Night City. They were the kings of the castle in Night City. And that was far more than just an exaggeration, you couldn't trip over a curb that isn't owned by Arasaka. It was my dream, and it looked like it would be my casket as well.

I take another hit of my Hormone balancer to steel my nerves as I walk up to the bar. I'm greeted immediately by a girl in a tank top and ridiculously shiny pink shorts. She raises her bat at me threateningly before giving me a playful wink “Hey D, You’s in the back waiting for you. Just try not to get in another fight please… Boss technically wants you banned” The girl says with a smirk as she steps aside.

The bar ‘Lizzies’ was run by the Mox, A punk group formed sometime around 2067 to protect girls like Dolls and Joytoys. One of the few gangs in Night city not out for blood constantly. I smile and step inside, my senses immediately assaulted from all over as the loud bass booms through the club and the light shines right in my eye. I was never much for clubs and their scenes, But You was always around these sorts of places.

I spotted the buff girl sitting by the bar and taking another shot of Tequila. I sighed and put on my best smile to make it seem like I wasn't completely going insane. “Hey You, Let me guess, A shot of Vodka, lime juice, and ginger beer” I said with a knowing smirk. In all the years I’d known You she took her drinks the same way each time.

“Forgetting the best part, Choom! You know it's no good if you don’t add a bit of love.” She laughed and took another shot back, Always in good spirits of course. She gave me a salute and winked “And a hearty Yousoro~”

[usafphantom2]

This job is killing me, literally .

Army-Air Force Reconnaissance Study of 1977

T-R1 and the U-2

In the fall of 1977, Kelly Johnson, leader of the world famous “Skunk Works,” came to the Pentagon and briefed the Air Force Chief on a proposal to put side-looking radar on U-2’s and feed the data to a ground station. They idea was to map the battlefield for the Army and tell them where the tanks were and what they were doing.

The Chief tasked General Slay, Chief of AF Research and Development (R&D), to look into the idea. General Al Slay tasked his M/G Dick Henry and AF XO tasked my boss, B/G Creadon to do a study with the Army.

The study was to be an “all sources” study, which means; all intelligence platforms and collection devices, to include all future satellites, aircraft and ground stations had to be included in the study

The only place in the Pentagon that could do an all source study like this was my office.( Butch’s office was in the basement with a large vault) The study started in September and lasted three months. They worked every day, weekends included and I was the host so I worked every day too.

We had some persons from the; Army, SAC, NSA, DIA, OSD and Air Staff living in our office space. My Lt. Col. Rick Wheeler was the team leader and did a great job.

There was no place in the Pentagon to eat on the weekends so I would go to Ollie’s Trolley and bring back hamburgers for them.

One weekend the motor pool, which was right above my office, turned off the fan that kept carbon monoxide out of the area. Around noon, everyone was acting listless and something didn’t smell right. I called in the firemen and they tested the air, said we would all be dead in a few hours. I sent everyone home.

Rick and I went all over town briefing the study and the concept. We briefed everyone who had the proper clearances to include the CIA, Intelligence Community Staff, DIA, NSA, White House persons and Congress. I BELIEVE THAT WE WERE IN EVERY CLASSIFIED LOCATION IN Washington while briefing this new concept.

This study opened the U-2 line at the Skunk Works. Because the mission was to be tactical support to the Army they were to be called, the TR-1. The U-2 & TR-1 were almost identical, only some wiring was different.

The sad fact of this study was that Congress took funds from the Army (Guardrail) to fund this Air Force Program. The Army never again wanted to do a study with the Air Force.

I big fight began between Tactical Air Command (TAC) and Strategic Air Command (SAC) over who would own and fly them. My boss decided that I should referee the fight.

Each Command sent in a Brigadier General and me, a Colonel, sat between them in our conference room. One of the Generals, the one from TAC later became Chief of the Air Force.( Larry Welch?)

Written by Colonel Richard, Butch Sheffield, in his unpublished book

Some history I looked up. The one major difference between the U-2R and TR-1 was in the fuses used for the electrical system, but when all U-2R and TR-1's got new wiring they all got to be called U-2R. TR-Tactical Reconnaissance. TR-1 was designed to use the ASARS system A tactical reconnaissance version, the TR-1A, first flew in August 1981 and was delivered to the Air Force the next month. Designed for stand-off tactical reconnaissance in Europe, the TR-1 was structurally identical to the U-2R. Operational TR-1A's were used by the 17th Reconnaissance Wing, Royal Air Force Station Alconbury, England, starting in February 1983. The last U-2 and TR-1 aircraft were delivered to the Air Force in October 1989. In 1992 all TR-1s and U-2s were redesignated U-2R.

This is the very first time this information from Butch’s book has ever been released today on February 22, 2024 ~Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[lynaferns]

seems like the OC topic is here! how many do you have? and what types of OC you like more? :D espero y tengas un muy lindo dia!

I had to count them... uuuuh, at least 45 OCs not counting my sonas and selfiserts (and DCA AUs), all distributed between 10-ish stories, 33 OCs or so are from the same story and spin off of said story (yeah, I made a whole story and then took the whole cast of characters and put 'em in a completely diferent story and universe). There are many that I haven't posted anywhere yet, some don't have a story yet just the concept and some I haven't even draw them yet lol.

(one day I'll have to make a master post or something of all the OC's)

Y'know what? I'm making a list of the stories I have

(It got long, is under the cut)

A Shadow Between Worlds: Girl born with a shadow entity as her protector has nightmares where she gets chased by a monster she can't see, when she wakes up she's covered in all the wounds the monster made her. One day she gets tired and shearch for an old book her mother kept in the attic, the book contains information about entitys from other worlds. She opens a portal to an utopian world who's population is interested in knowledge, at a point where their world became the Universe's library.

Our Little Wonderland ^^Spin off: Nosy reporter enters abandoned mansion after a few rumours of some teenagers talking about it beging haunted with moving dolls, rooms that changed placement and typical haunted mansion stuff. Finds out the mansion is not haunted but it's magical and dolls want to search for the little girl that lived there with her father but they can't leave the mansion. The reporter finds the girl but she refused to come back to her old home at first. The dolls are fantasy characters from a story setting and needs the girl to do her rol as one of the main characters of the tale so they can complete their purpouse but the girl is not very cooperative.

Syra and Fayne (no title yet): Half human demon escaped her fathers fortress and went to live on earth. Along the ways she meets a forest spirit that decides to acompany her and later on she makes friends with a fallen angel she meets. They both live together as besties.

Robot and Cat (no title yet): Stray cat enters an old abandoned home already claimed by nature and accidentally wakes an old futuristic robot. The robot takes care of the cat and the house and search for evidences of where its owners/creators are and what happened to them.

Spike Boy (andry furries with powers): angry hegdog kid is pissed off with a guy who killed his parents and wants to beat his ass, meets a bunny girl who's parents were also killed by the same guy and she also wants to beat his ass. Said guy is the lider of an organization whos trying to dominate the world to rule it in his own way and make it a safer place but comiting several atrocities in the way to his goal

Khrono Cat (furries and automatons): A baby born dead is taken to the water and time spirits by his parents. Is revived in the lake's water by the spirits and a fallen star. Later on the kids life the spirits call him back to the lake to give him an automaton as his guardian to full fil his destiny of stoping a world catastrophe.

Fase REM (provisional title): There is people who are transported to an Earth like dream dimension when they fall asleep, they have to survive trough the nigth escaping from dangers and monsters. They don't know why but when they enter the dream they are filled with a feeling like they must find a person. If they die in their dreams they die in real life. One day a girl is visited by an entity who comes from the dream dimention and since then she's been afected by this weird event (and tormented by the entity who never left). She has to discover how this entity was created, where did it came from and why all of this is happening.

Heavenly Kids (provisional title, needs revision): Heaven and Hell where at peace at each other but one day corrupted demons started attaking the human realm and Heaven send 3 guardians representatives of parts of the body (bones, flesh and nerves) to save the earth and find out what is going on in the demon realm.

Shadow Family (no title yet, just a concept): A family of shadowy creatures who lives in the forest and sometimes disguises as humans to go unnoticed between them. The parents has some unresolved matters from the past and the kids goes investigate about it (this is actually a dream that I had where it was a show I was watching and got upset when there where no more episodes, then I woke up and got more upset because the show didn't even exist so I drew the family)

Magic Apprentice (no title yet, just a concept): Girl who is abused by her family and neglected finds a secret door inside of her closet that goes to several other closets until she gets to her grandmas house, except that the house now is diferent, is magic, and the world around her too. Her grandma is a witch and made that secret door for her to escape to when she got to be old enough (except that the grandma got tired of seen her grandkid getting mistreated and didn't wait anymore for her to turn 18). The girl becomes her grandma's apprentice and explores the world full of magic. (This is also a dream I had, I think my head mixed Harry Potter with Narnia(haven't even watched this) and Studio Ghibli artstyle for some reason)

I have... to do a lot... a lot of redesigns... and change a few names.

....This got longer than I intended. Well you can see the repetitive concept of non-human worlds or semi-human realms lol, and magic, dreams, and I didn't mention it in the list but there are a couple of stories that involve tecno-magic.

I generally like fantasy-sci-fi and retro-futuristic themes, non-human characters trying to live a mundane life or human and non-human (or diferent especies and cultures) living together. It's actually really hard to tell what type of characters exactly I like. I'm picky too, that doesn't help. If it's a robot I'm almost surely gonna like it, and if the robot has a living being as a friend I'm gonna like it more.

Y gracias! espero que tu también. Me he tirado aquí como 4 horas pero he entrado a archivos viejos buscando a todos mis OCs y he revisitado un montón de ideas viejas, así que gracias por eso también :D

Edit: I don't know what hapened but the cut moved placement and the images are one on top of the other, vertically instead of horizontally, I hope I fixed it. It doesn't let me edit from the phone so I went back to the computer.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

hello my sillies!! since there was a bit of interest in more ab the nonsense that is my take on godswap mianite AU i went and dug up some of the brainrot I wrote last year but never shared outside of a private discord server + new stuff that I've recently came up with :D Enjoy! ❤️

- Jordan was born to parents who are priests of Mianite and raised in the temple- and ultimately was meant to be Mia's champion, and was trained as such for the majority of his life. However, being around mianite for most of his life made him cynical of the god and his principles, and went he got older, he left to seek out the god's brother, pledging himself to Dianite and wanting to bring about chaos. Amused and flattered by the man's near blind loyalty, Dia makes Jordan his champion

- His primary weapon is a firework crossbow gifted to him by Dianite himself (has piercing 8, mending, quick charge and unbreaking V (and flame on it, for use with arrows)) Plays off the sparkly and the fact that this man is a goddamn amazing sharpshooter no matter what universe he's in

- Mianite instead finds his champion in Tom Syndicate, the formerly deceased son of lighthouse keepers in the realm- and is brought back to life by the god (Mia never explains why specifically Tom was chosen, is described to people as just a "godly omnipotence" kinda thing)

- Shortly after Jordan, Tom, and the priests (aka FyreUK, with Wag and Matt under Dia, K.Tom under Mia) arrive and start making a mess of the realm with their shenanigans, a pirate ship captained by a 4th priest named BruteAlmighty "Phil" and two people- a parrot shapeshifter by the name of Sonja OmgitsVoidparrot and Tucker Jeriicho (normal human... allegedly)

- Sonja and Tucker both grew up in Ianarea, and with Phil's arrival from the End, have been searching across the realm for their missing goddess, and their messages led them to the Spawn Island (which I wish was canonically named istg) where supposedly a ruins containing information is hiding (Jordan and Tom both claim they know where this is. they dont)

- When Sonja was younger she was named Ianite's champion at a ceremony in Ianarea and was gifted her shapeshifting abilities as a way to hide from forces of evil and get into places more secretly

- Idk how canonically Nadeshot/The Modesteps enter the realm in character but basically at some point a flying ship appears and from it drops Captain Engine Failure and Skipper Coppereyes, more Dianitees (probably there to mess with Jordan) because Dianite having the most members is hilarious to me

(I got an ask about EF so I'll elaborate on her dynamic with everyone in a separate post >:] But bottom line put two chaos makers and an explosives enthusiast (Copper) in the same room it never ends well xD)

- I'm still thinking on this but with FyreUK, their priestlyness was given to them as a group due to the presence of the shadows from the get-go. When the Darkness began encroaching, the gods all sought out their respective priests and gifted them with powers to protect their respective domains (Dianite took in two- one to look over his temple in the nether, one to keep in the overworld because. chaos agenda- that one's Wag) and guide their champions when they found them

- Wag takes Dec's place by this logic i guess, he lives by the nether portal and will be anyone's personal tour guide because he likes doin it. and yes he absolutely uses any excuse to mess with people to mess with people he can be a menace a lot if he wants to

- Also Dec is a Wizard, I haven't developed him yet (he also has no design dont worry about it) but yes. Mans took on Athar himself he's just built different

- Syndisparklez and Foxxsize agenda always love me a good enemies to friends to lovers kinda shit. most of it is Capsize/EF flirting horribly with Sonja (and her not sure how to reciprocate but wants to) and Tom and Jordan with their usual "i fucking hate you i wish you were dead (read: i want to kiss you so bad)"

[lonelypond]

Gunsmoke, Part II: Horses Know Where To Go

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.1K, 2/2

After dinner conversations.

Horses Know Where To Go

Her mother had asked almost no questions, letting Ruby and Dia drag her around, showing her everything of interest to them, especially Nico. There was a family sing a long and lunch and dinner and the girls tucked into bed with their grandmother reading them a story and it had been a whirl of conversation flowing by Maki like a river engorged after a storm. When the girls had been tucked in, Nico had gone outside to settle Smiley and Scherzo for the night. She’d been taking on that task since Maki had agreed she needed to work toward getting her full range of motion and stamina back. Both horses adored her and Nico didn’t mind the chores. Maki suspected she appreciated a captive audience for whatever Nico was thinking about, which would be whatever Nico was talking about. Outside the stable, whenever Maki managed to sneak a glance at Nico, unaware, Nico was usually staring after something, her profile sharp and thoughtful. Then she would catch Maki and be all “Nico Ni” but the smile would lack its genuine glow, dulled like a dusty diamond.

“Ruby and Dia are certainly thriving here.” Maki’s mother annnouced her reentry into the living room.

Maki put aside the book she’d been pretending to read.

“They are resilient, curious, and energetic.” Maki smiled. “I think that they would do well in any environment.”

Maki’s mother shook her head. It was still so hard to give her stubborn daughter a compliment. “I mean to say, you have done well, Maki. They are healthy and happy, after a trauma that could have changed their lives dramatically for the worst. I am proud of you, my daughter.”

“They are lucky Maki found them.” Nico walked into the kitchen, to wash her hands. Maki tried not to focus on the yearning edging Nico’s voice. “And I am alive because they found me.”

“You never did explain…” Dr. Nishikino the elder left an opening for Nico’s response.

“Nico needed a job, made some friends and then made some enemies. When someone puts a bullet in you, it’s time to hit the trail. Smiley had good instincts.”

“He and Scherzo are getting along.” Maki offered before her mother could come up with more questions.

“Smiley gets along with everyone. He and Nico are a team.”

Maki got along with no one, really, not without effort, although every day spending time with Nico seemed more natural. Did that make them a team?

“Is it time for brandy yet, Maki?”

Maki raised an eyebrow. “Of course, Mama.”

Nico was already halfway to the kitchen. “You two settle in the library. Nico will grab the glasses and make sure the girls are asleep.”

So they don’t overhear anything. And the library was farther away from their rooms. Maki twirled a curl of hair as she followed her mother into what usually felt like a sanctuary. Now it seemed small, closed in, entirely lacking a breeze or view of the stars.

“Nico’s a natural with children. Ruby and Dia are already so fond of her.”

“She’s had to raise three siblings with her mother. Her father died in a mining accident. Her brother had just been born.”

Dr. Nishikino sighed, “No stranger to difficulties then.”

“No.” Maki opened the cabinet with the brandy, carefully lifting the decanter, “Nico has been a big help to me. This place will be lonely without her.”

Maki’s mother was openly staring at her daughter and Nico had frozen in the doorway, her face expressionless. No words came to save anyone. Nervous in the silence, Maki gripped the decanter tightly, determined not to lose her grip on it.

“Glasses.” Nico said, placing them in an even row on the sideboard, avoiding eye contact even as her hand brushed Maki’s back. She retreated into the depths of Maki’s favorite armchair, pulling an afghan around her.

Dr. Nishikino took the decanter from her daughter’s shaky hands, pouring out three even measures. She stepped over to hand one to Nico and got a murmured thanks.

“Ever been to San Francisco, Nico?” Dr. Nishikino joined her daughter on the divan.

“Nope. Nico’s family stopped at the Rockies.” Two sips and Nico put the glass aside with a yawn.

“We’ve done a good job of rebuilding after the earthquake and fire.”

Nico had her legs pulled up in the chair, but brought a hand down squarely on the arm, “Nico prefers a place with ground that doesn't split open.”

Should Nico be that adorable, Maki thought. The tiny terror was often brusque or smiley, sometimes three different people in a minute but with her hair down and a soft expression as she stared into the fire, Nico was one of the most distracting sights Maki had ever seen.

“Maki?” Her mother nudged, having asked a question and been ignored.

Maki gulped down brandy, coughing at the unexpected surge of biting liquor over her tonsils. “What?”

“I just wondered if you missed going to the theatre? Many are still standing.”

“No.” Maki wiped off her chin with her hand, frowning at her mother for the disturbance.

“The destruction of the earthquake just a couple years after the Black Plague nearly convinced your father to move elsewhere, but now he can not be pulled away from his rebuilding and expansion plans for the hospital. He believes that through the efforts and investment of the business community, San Francisco will truly be one of the greatest cities in the world, not just the “Paris of The West.”

“Papa always says San Francisco is his second first love.”

Maki’s mother chuckled, “My husband is a romantic.”

Nico nodded, yawning.

Dr. Nishikino drank the last of her brandy and stood, “I will take myself to bed, Maki. Don’t worry about disturbing me if you decide to stay up later.” The brandy glass made a slight squeak as it returned to the sideboard. “Good night, Nico.”

“G’night.”

Maki started to rise but her mother held out a restraining hand, “I know where I’m going, Maki. You needn’t rush. You and Nico enjoy your brandy. I can get the girls breakfast in the morning.”

Nico’s yawns had settled a sleepy calm over the room, like a blanket. Maki stretched out her own legs, as if this were any other evening after a taxing day. “All right. Good night, Mama.”

“Good night, Maki.”

A quick air kiss over her daughter’s head. Then the only sounds in the room were the logs in the fireplace, settling as the flickering flames turned wood to ember and ash. The fire had been good company on many nights. Maki stared, letting her thoughts feed the flames as well, gunsmoke ephemerance up the chimney, nothing lingering. Maki allowed herself one quick glance. Nico had somehow made herself even smaller. Sleep had stolen the energy that propelled Nico. It was obvious Nico still needed rest, needed to heal and regain her fortitude. But waking, walking Nico would never stop long enough to hear that diagnosis.

###

Nico was warm. Too warm. She had burrowed deep enough into the wool blanket to start her own hearthfire. Everything about her time here had been warm, even as prickly as Maki was. But the doctor couldn’t hide the caring. Her eyes opened into deep amethyst studded caverns of concern and affection, with perhaps flickers of closer bonds that might mature into…

This interlude had been like nothing in Nico’s adult life, the closeness of a family, freely given love from two small, lonely children, and someone who could be a partner. Nico and her mom had worked together, raising her siblings, but it was something else to be two adults relying on each other as equals, watching out for beings so vulnerable and trusting. And caring. The way Ruby would smile shyly and ask Nico to sing…

Time to fold up the blanket, lay down on her borrowed bed, and get more rest for the adventure to come. One more day. Then, Nico rides off to rescue Honoka, bring down the A-Rise gang, and ensure that she was all right with the law. She wanted to be able to offer a future. And not as a fugitive. Maki, Dia, and Ruby deserved the best. Nico would be the best. But first...

Maki. Sleeping. Fire mostly out. Nico dealt with the last embers, surprised that the doctor was undisturbed. She seemed to sleep on the couch more frequently than in her room. Nico supposed it was easy enough to fall asleep in front of the fire.

Nico knelt beside Maki, taking a moment to refresh her memory of Maki, in shadows and moonlight, the evenness of her breathing, the slight pucker of her lips, the wavy knots her hair seemed to work itself into. It took all of Nico’s self control not to brush straying strands off Maki’s forehead, but Nico turned that motion into a poke.

“Wake up, Doctor Maki.”

Maki swatted, groaning, “Just Maki.”

“Time to tuck you into bed with your mama.”

“ “m not a kid.”

Nico grinned as Maki sleep grumbled, her eyes mostly closed.

“Nico knows.”

“Good.” Maki turned over, “Sleeping here.”

“No, you’re not.” Nico slid her arms under Maki’s torso ready to flip her.

But at the contact, Maki sat up.

“All right, all right.”

“Want Nico to read you a bedtime story.”

“Go ‘way.” Maki pushed off Nico.

“Yes, ma’am.” A quick spin, Nico heading to her guest room.

Maki’s whisper reached out, “I didn’t mean…”

“Nico knows. Good night, Maki.”

“G’night.”

###

The door slipped out of her hand. It wasn’t really a slam. Or a call for attention. But it did wake her mother, who had been restless, listening for her daughter.

“What time is it?”

Maki shrugged, glancing out the window, “Moon’s up but low.”

“Forget how to use clocks?”

Maki snorted, pulling out her pocketwatch. “3:37, Mama.”

“Thank you, Maki.” Dr. Nishikino sat up, leaning back against the headboard, watching her daughter lean and stare out the window.

“Have you taught Dia and Ruby all the constellations yet?”

“Of course. And the stories.”

That’s my girl, Dr. Nishikino thought.

“Dia wants to see the sky from Alaska. When she’s older, I might take them on a ferry from Seattle.”

Ah yes, Nishikinos spoil their knowledge seeking children.

“They really like Nico.”

“Yes. They found her, they feel an attachment.”

Maki might have been about to turn back to bed, but now she’d frozen, a sculpture in moonlight and granite inertia.

“Nico is very determined to fix her ‘error.’” Dr. Nishikino continued to push, “She seems capable enough to do it, too.”

“She is.”

A pause. Was Maki shivering? Mornings could be cold. Especially if thoughts ran restless. Imagination could be either cruel or kind, a simple coin spinning between hope and desolation.

“Are you going to let her go alone?”

The question cracked the statue Maki had become. She turned, her mother recognizing the stubborn set of her jaw.

“Of course not.”

That’s my girl, Dr. Nishikino thought. “C’mon and warm up and let me nap again before I have to cook you girls breakfast.”

“Okay, Mama.”

Dr.Nishikino couldn’t keep Maki safe anymore by discouraging adventure. What she could do was ensure her daughter left no neglected responsibilities to worry at her concentration. And keep faith.

“Nico’s lucky to have met Dia and Ruby.”

Maki had pulled a nightshirt over her head, “Do you ever think about destiny, Mama?”

“It doesn’t usually come up at my weekly ladies lunches.”

“Maybe, it’s being out here…” Maki crawled into bed, “The scale of everything is so much bigger, so distant. I can’t help wonder exactly what brings someone into anyone’s life. The probability of running into any single person is so low. Is it chance, fate, destiny, luck, magnetism…”

A deeper question than expected. But some days – or nights – a rare urge to talk through something seized Maki.

Dr. Nishikino chose her words carefully. “Choices, Maki. Nothing as fancy as those myths of yours. I think we all make choices. And from those choices, we find the paths that let us move forward.”

“I should have told you about Nico.”

“It would have been nice. But I know you. You don’t share, especially if it’s…private.”

Maki sighed. And suddenly she was wrapped in a hug.

“You are doing well, Maki. I have faith in you.”

“And my choices.?

“Are you where you want to be?”

Inhale. “Yes.”

“People always say horses know where to go. Maybe you do too.”

Maki snorted, a fair imitation of Scherzo, and let her mother’s giggling warmth lull her back to sleep. Her next choice could wait ‘til after dawn.

A/N:

December...wow. I think that's the longest conversation I've written between Maki and her mother. And peace and freedom and no frikkin' genocide, please and thank you.

[projectbluearcadia]

Bugs... Suck!

[ Trigger Warning - Mentions of parasite infestation in the body. Reader Discretion Advised. ]

Annelie: Shit. 

Diavolo: He wouldn’t kill you, Annelie. I think. 

Lucifer: I think he would. 

Annelie: Seconded. 

Solomon: You should probably get out of here, Anne. 

Annelie: No shit, but where am I supposed to go? 

Solomon: Good question. 

Annelie: Not helping!

Diavolo: Cocytus Hall?

Annelie: Cocytus what?

Diavolo: It’s been disused for quite some time, but Barbatos won’t step foot in it. Lucifer knows where it is. Hurry. 

Lucifer: ...Satan, you’re in charge while I’m gone.

But you’re looking at Mammon. 

Satan: Eh? Me? 

Annelie: Diavolo, please keep me updated if you can. 

Diavolo: I will. I promise. And I’m so sorry, Anne. Really. 

Annelie shakes her head. 

Annelie: Dia, you’re my bestie, and I love you. When all of this blows over, let’s do something fun together. 

Diavolo nods, and Lucifer and Annelie head out of the house. 

Lucifer: This wasn’t the date I had in mind today.

Lucifer picks up Annelie and teleports her into an old, decrepit building before putting her down again.

Annelie: Me neither... especially not the... bugs. 

Lucifer glances at her. 

Lucifer: Are you trying to tell me that of all things, you’re scared of insects? 

Annelie: I-I’m not scared of them! I just... Something crawled up my leg! What is it?!

Annelie starts frantically batting at her pants and nearly screams at the Blatta orientalis on her leg. Lucifer sweeps it off her, and she hangs on to his shirt. 

Annelie: It’s not funny! Stop laughing! 

Lucifer: I can’t believe you...

Annelie: Shut up!  

Lucifer: ...

Annelie: ...sorry. You can un-shut up.

Lucifer: Well, it is a bit foul in here without the household pests, but it’s no wonder Barbatos won’t come in here.

Lucifer points at a sleeping rat the size of a large dog. 

Annelie: Oy vey. 

Lucifer: I imagine it’s been eating the carnivorous mushrooms growing in the walls. 

Annelie: Carnivorous—is it even safe here?!

Lucifer: Annelie, you can easily deal with anything living here even without my help. 

Annelie: I don’t want to! Please tell me nothing here can lay eggs in me!

Lucifer: Well I’d love to, but then I’d probably be lying to you. Though I’d be more worried about your own eggs, personally. 

Annelie: What? What eggs? Are they already in my brain? Lucifer, am I going to die?

Lucifer: ...you’re really stressed, aren’t you? Come here, you hysteric. 

Lucifer places his hand on Annelie’s back and pulls her up several floors while her eyes fearfully flit everywhere. 

Lucifer: The third floor is the least populated. 

Annelie: Why couldn’t we teleport there instead?!?!

Lucifer: Hm. Exposure therapy. 

Annelie smacks his shoulder, and he promptly and playfully smacks her ass. 

Lucifer: We talked about hitting, didn’t we, honey?

Annelie seems to relax. 

Annelie: ...sorry. 

Lucifer: That made you calm down?

Annelie: I’m not calm. I’m still paranoid about bug eggs. My skin's still crawling.

Lucifer: Well, I won’t let them lay eggs in you. 

Lucifer sits Annelie down onto a rock-hard mattress, and she takes a deep, shuddering breath. 

Annelie: I’m really sorry about... freaking out. 

Lucifer: Don’t be. Mammon still crawls into my bed sometimes when he’s scared. 

Annelie laughs. 

Annelie: What?

Lucifer: The last time was probably a decade ago, but he was so terrified after that horror movie that he snuck in my room when he thought I was sleeping and curled up on the end of my bed. When I saw him that morning, he pretended he was trying to steal my sheets.

Annelie: That’s actually adorable. 

Annelie pauses. 

That’s right. Mammon is his favorite, despite how much he constantly denies it. I guess they really are close, no matter how many times Mammon gets strung up from the ceiling like a demon pinata.

Annelie’s D.D.D. buzzes, and she checks her messages.

Diavolo: Barbatos took me back to the castle, and it seems like he doesn’t want me to see you for the foreseeable future. D:

Diavolo: I’m sorry, Ms. Glasgow, but this is the way it must be. Please do not contact him again. 

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 25: Call It a Day

The Crystal Tower stood tall against the skies of Mor Dhona. The Allagan construction happened to be the focus this day as Dia finished her trip into the Labyrinth of the Ancients. Rammbroes already told her to take a break and told a certain miqo'te not to interfere further.

He didn't tell her not to interfere with him, however.

G'raha went off to sulk somewhere as a response, and she simply had to interrupt his gloom. She found him sitting on a rock cataloguing everything that occurred.

"Hey, G'raha."

He stopped, turned around, and paid special attention to her. "Ah, tell me you've managed to convince Rammbroes that I simply must explore the tower with you."

"No."

"I see. That's unfortunate. What brings you to me then?"

"Your invisibility spell."

"My invisibility spell?"

Dia nodded. "I want it."

G'raha couldn't help but laugh at the idea. "Oh, certainly, that's why you're here."

"That's right. Teach it to me."

G'raha smirked condescendingly. "To master such an art requires immense study in aetherial manipulation, and I simply cannot pass on the art to someone untrained."

"Manipulation, you say?"

"Aye."

"You mean like this?"

The rock that G'raha used to hold himself up moved to the side and he fell over suddenly.

"Aetherial manipulation's something of a specialty of mine", Dia explained with her own smirk.

G'raha stood up, wiping off dirt from his clothes. "Well, moving rocks is fine and good, but any conjurer could do something like that."

He began stepping upwards, using the aether in the air as stepping stones. "The level of aether manipulation required to make your form invisible to the naked eye takes an understanding of aether on a molecular level. While you're a fine arcanist, this I doubt not in the least, there are aspects to what I do that would take decades of research to grasp fully."

With her training in spatial manipulation, she made her form appear positively giant in front of G'raha, as though someone took her form and put it under a microscope. "Yeah? Aspects like what?"

This stunned him off of his balance and he just managed to land on his feet with a feather fall spell. "By the Twelve..."

"Like what you see?"

Slowly, he reached his hand out to try to touch the giant Dia only for his hand to slip through her illusion.

"Now skip the pretense and show me your invisibility spell", she demanded calmly as she stood behind him. He quickly turned around with a shocked look on his face. Quickly, he shook it off and showed an indignant face.

"Well, if you've already attained this level of awareness of aether manipulation, why do you ask me?"

"Because you're doing something different. I know how to manipulate the space around me, but not in a way where I can make it so I'm not visible. That's where I need to see what you're doing."

"Hm." G'raha kicked the dirt beneath him. "Well...tell you what, we can resolve this, I believe, with a simple race."

"A race? Why the games?"

"Simple. I love games." G'raha pointed out a spot over in the distance northeast of where they stood where crystals and the remains of an old cave system gathered above a pool of water. "If you can beat me, I shall share all that I know."

"Using what methods?"

"Methods?"

"If you like games, then surely, you like setting up the rules for them."

G'raha chuckled. "You would be right. All is fair here."

"Very well. On the count of 'start', then?"

They looked to each other. Staring intently into each other's eyes, each waiting for the other to make their move.

"1-2-3-go!"

With G'raha's hasty countdown did the two of them immediately cast spells to up their speed. Neither of them could teleport with magic alone with the help of aetherytes, so it was a matter of speed. Down the eastern path they went, running as fast as they could until finally, Dia found herself in the crystalized area alone. She looked around trying to find her opponent, but no one was near.

"Good job. Now find me."

The disembodied voice beckoned her from somewhere.

"Oh, gods' sakes. Did I lose?"

"This is what I promised. If you beat me, I would teach it to you. Now use your skills to find me."

Dia groaned. At first, she thought she would take a slow approach, feeling out G'raha to find her. About five minutes of slowly searching later with no luck, she took a different approach.

"Okay, so chances are you went somewhere that I couldn't easily reach."

He said nothing.

"All right. You're insistent that it's a matter of spatial manipulation. That's my specialty. So...let's play manipulator."

Using her own skills, she bent the space around her to search closely. The space grew larger and smaller, wider and thinner, solid and liquid and gaseous. If she was to find him, she was going to have to think outside the box. Finally, it hit her.

"You're not using the aether around you to hide yourself."

She reached out a hand in the space ahead of her, grabbed the Miqo'te from nowhere, and pulled.

"You're cloaking your own aether to match your surroundings."

G'raha smiled. "Excellent work."

"You realize how dangerous that is to your own form, yes?"

"Yet I'm still here."

"Unbelievable."

"But if you don't wish to do such a thing, you need not endanger yourself."

Dia smirked. "No way. I finally figured it out, and you think I won't try to use it for myself?"

In a moment, Dia's form faded into the aether in front of G'raha's eyes. He joined her in her cloaking.

"Wanna pull a prank on Cid with me?" Dia asked.

"Perhaps tomorrow. For now, it might be better if we call it here."