#cat paw organizer

[qsstudioca]

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[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_916 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[thekinslayed]

A Kitten Among Dragons

summary | In an attempt to close their growing distance, Aemond visits his sweet sister to find her accompanied by a furry friend.

pairing | prince regent!aemond targaryen x younger sister!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! v innocent reader, dry humping, making out, aemond teaches his sister dirty things 🫢, slight manipulation, big bad aemond creams his pants LMAO

wordcount | 3.4k

note | this idea came after my heavy disappointment of not having the cats included in the show mixed with the hc that peepaw def favors his granddaughters :) didn't intend this for be this smutty, but i got carried away oopsie

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated! (divider graphic link)

It was hard to deny that Aemond had neglected you as of late. Between organizing battle strategies with Cole, sitting on his brother’s council, and dealing with his own... problems, the second son hadn’t so much spared a brief visit to his younger sister to check on her wellbeing. It was a notion so unlikely of him, you were his favorite after all. This headache of a war was driving them apart, and he would be direly bereft if he would lose you next. Anyone but you. 

But duty was always calling, even more frequent now that he was regent. Hence, as soon as he had dismissed his council, his feet led him quickly to your door. What greeted him was most certainly a surprise, with you on your knees on the floor, bent over while fixating on something underneath your bed.

“Come, kitty! Why do you hide? There is nothing to be afraid of!”

When his initial shock had surpassed, his confusion promptly followed. Aemond cleared his throat, gathering your attention. You turned your head to look at him, greeting him with a quick “Oh hello, Aemy”, before returning your attention to the floor. Your arm was buried underneath the wooden frame in an attempt to reach the little creature, making you huff in exertion.

“What are you up to, my sweet?” your brother asked, approaching your kneeling form. He was tempted to mirror your position to take a peek, but he remained standing. 

“I– Gods, hold on, I can feel her. Come on, little one!”

His brow raised when you finally pulled out the critter from beneath your bed, a triumphant smile spreading on your face. It must have been one of the cats brought by Otto after Aegon had hung all of the ratcatchers. They were littered about the keep, some quite diligent with actually catching vermin while most merely hung about and shat everywhere. Such creatures did not interest Aemond, hence the look of contempt on his face at the one you carried like a babe. 

It was a furry little thing, fur white as snow, but its paws gray as though they were dipped in ash. A green ribbon was tied around its neck, no doubt of your doing. “Why are you keeping one of those things? They are not to be pets,” he scolded, which earned him a frown from you.

“She is my pet. Grandsire gave her to me before he left,” you reasoned, sulkily walking away to plop down on your chaise. Your brother had followed suit, settling beside you to watch you play with the feline on your lap. It looked to be quite young, quivering on its frail legs in an attempt to stand. You watched it with a fond smile, stroking its soft fur. “I have little companion as of late, though she has kept me quite entertained,” you told him.

He couldn’t deny the pang of guilt at your words. Before the war, you had been practically glued to the hip. His days were spent by your side, in the quiet aisles of the library, under the warm sun in the gardens, even in the skies with Vhagar. You would wake early enough to catch him training in the yard, before sharing a meal immediately after. Aemond was your constant companion, your fiercest protector. The war had changed much of that, and he was the only one to blame. 

The prince scooted closer to your side, breathing in your sweet scent. It was one he dearly missed, had thought about on the journey from his victory in battle. “I am sorry, sister. ‘Tis my fault, I have neglected you too much,” he said, covering your hand with his calloused palm. The sparing glance you bestowed him was an arrow straight to his heart, and a stab to his soul when you pulled away, lowering to sit on the floor to play with your kitten instead. It was silent, save for the quiet giggles that bubbled from your lips as it chased the frilly handkerchief you dangled around. 

He figured you were right to keep your space from him, to save yourself from being tainted by his blood-stained hands. You were so good, so pure. You were the best of all of them. It was by some miracle that an innocent being like you was born into their sludgy, miserable lot. You were saved from the madness of a Targaryen, and the greed of a Hightower. No, you were formed from the Mother’s rib, brought into the world with lightness and purity. 

His mother was right to keep you sheltered away, brought devoutly under the faith of the Seven so you may be guided into the righteous path. Perhaps they just might spare you from this brutality, this hell. They may have not saved poor Helaena, but Aemond prayed there was still hope for you. 

A little feline was what you are, in a den full of dragons. Despite the dragonfire in your blood, the egg in your cradle did not hatch. It only hardened into stone after years of hoping, of fruitless waiting. It was what tethered you to Aemond in the first place, forming a formidable bond in your shared isolation. And then he claimed Vhagar, had lost his eye, and then he was not the same. You remained devoted to him regardless, uncaring of cutting yourself on his sharp edges. He was all broken glass, and you were the most pristine porcelain no hand could ever forge. 

“They have brought Aegon back, haven’t they?” you asked quietly, still focused on your cat. Aemond helplessly stared at the back of your head, clenching his fist to prevent the urge to caress your head. You wanted your space, and he would respect that.

“Yes, have you gone to see him?” he replied, to which you responded with a shake of your head. “No?” Your pale tresses swayed with your movement, light and soft like feathers. You had ceased waving the embroidered cloth in your hand, fidgeting with its laces instead. Aemond could only watch as you shifted to hug your knees, head dipping. 

“I am frightened,” you whispered. 

“Of what?” he asked in concern.

“That I won’t be able to recognize him.” Your words made him pause with an odd throb in between his ribs. There was no doubt the state of unrepair the elder was in. All marred flesh, and broken bones. He had lost half a head of hair, and his right ear melted like the Conqueror’s armor that had been plastered to his flesh. It was no sight for you to gaze upon. 

Aemond had a hand in his brother’s agony, there was no denying it. But the fool was in his way. Aegon had been told to do one thing, and yet he had failed to even accomplish such a simple task. He was not needed on the field, nor anywhere else, really. Rook’s Rest was not his battle to fight, but Aemond’s. Although, the younger might have him to thank in the grand scheme of things. His brother’s idiocy made him regent, protector of the realm. Aemond had expected you to be proud of him, to be the first to run into his arms in glee with his new position, but you couldn’t be any farther away from him now.

“My own family has felt like strangers as of late. Mother won’t let me come to the Sept with her anymore, Helaena hasn’t been herself since….” you mentioned, finally turning to face him. Though it had only been as quick as a blink, for you have reclused yourself once more, returning your gaze to your pet. It was amusing itself now, rolling around on the embroidered carpet while wiggling its legs. “I scarcely recognize you.”

His frown deepened at your words, even more so at your indifference. It was true. He had not been himself as of late. He had let his weakness get to him, had allowed his temper to go unmanaged. In a pathetic attempt at reprieve, he let his feet lead him to a place that had scarred him, to a person whom he sought a false sense of comfort. She would never give him that, nor the touch that would effectively soothe him. He had only ever found it in one person, in you. Yet he would not begrudge you, despite all his greed.

But Aemond was weak for all that you would give him, if any at all. He could never go long without the sweet home he found in your arms, in every kiss you would bestow on his scars. In a bold attempt, he reached forward to place his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I am still me, hāedar,” he said, gentle and warm. Such manner of speech was unlike the cold, one-eyed Kinslayer, but here, in the quiet of your chambers, he was neither of those things. Not in your presence. A budding hope only ever sparked brighter when you met his good eye, wide-eyed like a doe. You had mother’s eyes, beautifully round, yet none of the sorrow that dampened her brown orbs. Aemond could only hope it stayed that way. 

You leaned into his touch when he cupped your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the inside of his wrist. It was then your brother finally sank to the floor, sitting flush beside you. With a gentle urge, he opened his arms, beckoning you closer. You were all too eager to bury yourself into his warmth, arms finding their home around his neck. Your melancholic sigh wisped the ends of his hair while he planted a kiss on yours, aquiline nose breathing in the familiar scent of rosemary in your hair. “I prayed for you, lēkia,” you mumbled, lips pressed into the pale expanse of his neck. Your warmth was immediately missed as soon as you pulled away to look at him. “I prayed the gods would protect you in battle, and they did,” you told him, to which he smiled at fondly. Though it was shortlived, for you had frowned at the thought of your other brother who laid in your father’s bed, barely holding onto his life. “Though I hadn’t prayed enough for Aegon, and look what happened to him now.”

Tears had started to dampen the corner of your eyes in a flash, lips quivering downwards. One had been traitorous enough to roll down your cheek, leaving its trail on your flesh. Aemond was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. Large, calloused hands cupped your face, urging you to look at him. “No, sweetling,” he soothed, planting a kiss on your cheek. Thin lips caught every salty droplet that escaped your eyes, shushing the sob that had you hiccuping. Your brother pulled you in close, flush to his chest, to his heart. The heart that only ever beat for you. “Be easy on yourself, sister. The gods have decided our brother’s fate, there is naught else you could’ve done.” His tone was firm as he spoke, though never harsh. With a sniffle, you nodded, before planting a kiss on Aemond’s cheek, a sign of your silent gratitude. The small touch alone had warmed his entire being, had his blood running hotter than it already did. It was agonizing that you remained unaware of what you do to him, of how easily you could make him weak. He could only sigh as you planted your forehead against his. “C-can you do that again?” he whispered. “Please?”

You obliged, planting a kiss on his cheek, then one on the other side. His arm kept you close, silently urging you to swing your leg over his hips to straddle his lap. His loins were starting to stir underneath your warmth, only taking a mere second the moment he felt your weight. Such was your power. You continued to pepper kisses across his face, unaware of how your brother could feel the pulsating from your pearl. With a tilt of your head, you pressed your lips against his in a peck, taking him by surprise. “Aemy,” you had said against his lips. A dreamy hum was his only response, his good eye closed from the dizzy haze you left him. “Do you suppose we could try what you taught me last time?” 

The devil between your thighs resisted the urge to smirk at your request, oozing with desire. He raised a brow at you in question, tilting his head to the side. “Last time?” he asked, feigning curiosity. You bit your lip timidly, absentmindedly trailing your fingertip in circles on his collar. 

“Yes, when you showed me how to…” you trailed off, looking at him with hope. 

“How to what, darling? Tell me,” he urged. You shifted about in his lap, timidly looking away. A squeeze on your hips encouraged you to use your words. “To do that thing with… with my tongue.”

Aemond’s grin widened at your words, utterly triumphant. With a nod, he urged you closer, reconnecting his lips to yours. He started with a simple kiss, then with a thumb on your chin, he propped your mouth open and his tongue slithered into your warm cavern. It had prompted you to do the same, following his lead by licking into his mouth. The hot muscle was quite rough with the little dots that functioned to make you taste, and he had such a distinct flavor that felt quite different from your own.

You tried to keep up with his pace, adorably enough, visibly out of breath once you both pulled away. Your cheeks held a slight tinge of a flush, running straight across the bridge of your nose. Aemond pinched your cheek between his fingers, nudging his nose against yours. “You are quite good, sister,” he teased, chuckling amusedly when you blushed. Your lips stayed connected for longer, exchanging tongues and spit in an easy, unrushed manner that made Aemond feel woozy as though his body was lightened by poppy milk. Through the blissful fog he found himself in, the silver-haired prince started to feel your hips squirm, subconsciously rubbing against his cock.

With a whine, you pulled yourself away. “It hurts,” you frowned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“What hurts, my love?” he asked, ignoring the thumping in his ears in anticipation. He had to be patient in his efforts, calm, lest he scare you away.

Your fingertips found the hem of your skirts, lifting the green fabric to your hips to expose your smallclothes. A damp spot had created a mark in between your thighs, glistening with your arousal. Aemond gulped, resisting the urge to palm the growing stiffness in his breeches at that moment.

Gods, you were going to be the death of him.

“Does it always hurt?” he asked, mouth growing dry at the sight of you. 

“No, but it did the last time we did this. Though it has grown quite uncomfortable this time around,” you pouted. 

What a sweet, innocent little thing you were. There was no doubt you held no knowledge about these things. Your sheltered upbringing and strict lessons from the Septa have left you thinking that the ways of the flesh are of sin, only to be done between man and wife. But gods, there was a world out there Aemond wished to show you. Mother would have to forgive him for many things he has done, including teaching his sister such debauchery. Better him than anyone else, he supposed.

“I can help take that pain away if you want,” he offered. 

“Won’t that be wrong, brother? Septa Luelle said—”

“I know, sweetheart, but it won’t be anything like that, I promise.” Your eyes flickered to look into his good eye as you contemplated, resolve crumbling with the comforting smile he offered you. It only widened as you nodded, his slim cheeks dimpling in satisfaction. His hand on the small of your back urged you to press your weight back onto his lap, guiding hands shifting your hips back and forth. You had gasped upon contact, amazed at the stiffness that had grown in between his thighs. 

“Were you hurting too, Aemy?” you asked, worry painting your features. Aemond bit back a groan, nodding his head meekly.

“A bit, but I am starting to feel better, sister. All thanks to you,” he responded. His words made you smile, encouraging you to move your hips at your own pace. You mewled, throwing your head back in delight. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

With a furious nod, your hips quickened as the funny feeling in your tummy grew. You held onto Aemond’s shoulders to steady yourself, while your brother rested his head on the chaise’s cushioned edge. It was soon evident you were growing tired of using your thighs, and so he planted his feet firm onto the floor, and Aemond’s hips lifted to meet yours. Your arousal had started to stain the front of his breeches, dampening the dark fabric with your cunny’s tears. The thought of tasting it on his tongue was enough to make his cock jump in his trousers, his tip no doubt weeping tears of its own. How wonderful it would be to get a taste of your sweet ambrosia. 

“A-aemond…” you moaned, burying your head into his neck. You held onto him as though you were about to drown, clutching onto the smooth leathers of his doublet like a lifeline. Your release must be steadily approaching, apparent in the steady whines that fell freely from your lips. It began to grow in volume, and Aemond had planted his lips back onto yours to swallow down your moans.

You lapped at him with desperation, spit smearing past your lips, though neither of you cared. Your release broke through you with little forewarning, coming with a cry of his name. Aemond had always thought you beautiful, but as your eyes screwed shut and your jaw fell slack, he was sure there was no other mortal being who could ever come close to your beauty. You looked like a goddess reborn, with your flushed cheeks and glistening lips. The sight of you alone drove him to his end, creaming his trousers like a pubescent boy. It left a clear stain on his trousers, yet he cared little.

“That felt quite nice, won’t you say?” he asked, equally dazed from the high of his release. You bit your lip, nodding, before burying your head into his chest with a giggle. Satisfied, Aemond caressed your back comfortingly, planting small kisses into your hairline.

There was no way for him to ever let go of you, not when he had you moaning his name so sweetly like this. You were his and his alone, his little kitten. He would find a way to make your union happen, to have you both married under the eyes of the Seven before his enemies’ corpses go cold. Hells, he would marry you now, if you wanted. He would find a Septon the moment you asked for it, or have the robes readied if you wished for a ceremony done by your Valyrian ancestors. He would do it all, and he can, now that he was regent. Mother would surely be displeased, with the growing animosity between her and Aemond, and the fierce protectiveness she held for her youngest daughter. But she would have to accept it either way. Who else was more suited to be your husband but he? Aemond would rather see the realm burn twice than have you married off to some insignificant lord. No, none else would hold a truer love for you than him alone. It’s been proven by the gods deeming it fit to intertwine his soul with yours. 

A scratching by his side had pulled him from his reverie, turning to find your little feline. You took her into your arms with a coo, practically shoving the furry thing into Aemond’s face with a grin.

“Pet her,” you urged gleefully. You stayed settled on his lap, much to his delight. Aemond shook his head to refuse, but he could never really deny you, could he? Sighing, he caressed the cat, scratching the spot in between its ears per your instruction. It purred with his touch, reminding the dragonrider of his mount whenever he would do the same with her maw.

“Hm, she’s quite like Vhagar,” he mused. It didn’t take long for him to enjoy playing with the furry thing, spending the rest of the remaining daylight by your side.

Perhaps cats weren’t so bad.

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: Drawings of Stan and Ford from darklordofawesomeness's Cat Stan AU. In one, Ford shakes Stan and shouts "WHY." Stan says "I DON'T KNOW, I lie when I panic!" In another, Ford puts Stan in a headlock, and then tightens the headlock while he cries and shouts "I thought you were DEAD." There are also several drawings of Stan as a cat, causing shenanigans; attempting to write, hissing, innocently holding a sock that he didn't steal, and looming overhead on a shelf. There is also a laerger drawing to show cat Stan's design: fluffy, with white markings on his belly and chest and over his muzzle, as well as his two left paws. In the last drawing, Ford inspects human Stan, and then distractedly yanks on his hair and says, haunted, "I almost named you Stanford Jr." He ignores Stan's outrage at his hair being pulled. End ID.]

ive been following @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's Cat Stan series.... since november maybe? and in that time i have built up so much dumb fanart, bc this fic is exactly my kind of comedy and i am extremely weak to animal transformation.

this is the fanart for the main fic, How to Cat Burglar a Family, and mostly of the last chapter (except for the cat stans, which are nonspecific). im probably gonna divvy it up by au or whether it shows up in the extras fic, in an attempt to have SOME kind of organization

[simmerkate]

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[arreat]

Poolverine weapon cleaning???? I hope this counts as domestic

People often assume since the blades retract into his forearm and are made of adamantium, Logan doesn’t need to clean them. Logan wishes the people were right.

In reality, having the blood, guts, and other various viscera (ooh alliteration) or fluids being sucked back into a flesh channel that needs to be regularly re-pierced open like the worlds shittiest piercing is gross. Logan doesn’t have very high standards for sanitation, but the feeling of having another person inside you in a not fun and sexy way via organ mush in forearm is decidedly one of the worst feelings he’s had the honor of experiencing. Although adamantium may be resistant to rust and corrosion, Logan still is in the habit of maintaining the blades, sort of like a regular person has a skincare routine. So, he regularly cleans his claws after missions, taking time to wipe down each one carefully (which is harder than you would expect, cleaning dried up dead stuff).

The first time Wade sees him doing this, he obviously teases Logan about grooming his paws like a kitty cat (this leads to Logan having to re-clean his blades after running a certain loudmouth through with them). But Wade understands the man’s rituals, since outside of his katanas he needs to take care of his beloved guns too, for what is a man without an unhealthy attachment to his arsenal of illegal weapons?

After missions, you will see the two on the couch, both silent as they run through their respective care rituals for their weapons. Logan thinks this silence is unusual for Wade, but as Wade later explains to him, cleaning weapons is like a self-soothing measure after a mission to allow him to decompress and just be for a while.

Wade fondly remembers the time when some poor unfortunate soul decided to attempt to rob them, picking the lock to their front door loudly (and badly, as Wade proclaimed when the person stepped into their humble abode) only to be confronted by the sight of the two wiping down copious amounts of blood from various weapons. They even had to call and ambulance for the would be robber since the dude passed out; Wade is sympathetic to this at least, he would pass out as well if he saw the Wolverine flashing his claws at him like that. Not from fear, mind you, but from the sheer amount of blood rushing down sou-

Anyways, Althea cherishes these moments since it’s the only time both of the idiots will shut up when they’re in the apartment and she can get some peace and quiet.

Logan eventually even lets Wade help him clean his claws for him when he’s not feeling up for it, but ONLY if Wade makes minimal penetration and/or kitty cat jokes.

[the-secret-keeper]

Where MC Reunites With Grim and Their Friends While The Obey Me Brothers Go Feral

People were wanting this from the part one of this request by @sweetlicorice

Where MC Tells the Obey Me Boys About How Horribly They Were Treated In Twisted Wonderland: (Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor) And (Part 2: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

Specifically requested by @chaosisbliss

TW: Talk of Angry Demons (don't worry, they aren't mad at you), Reuniting with a pet, Reuniting with friends, Crying, Fear of an authority figure, Talk of being overworked, Talk of being burnt out, Talk of abuse of power, Talk of gaining weight (in Levi's, but it's very brief)

Reader is referred to as MC by the characters, and MC is gender neutral, but this is in second person point of view, so for the most part, you will be referred to as 'You' by the narrator.

Characters included are: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Could be read as romantic or platonic

I will do a part two of this for the Dateables + Luke

This will be long so story under the cut

This will be organized by character with some context beforehand.

Enjoy!!

It took a bit of time, but a determined sorcerer, a determined angel, and several infuriated demons can do pretty much anything they set their minds to. Solomon broke through dimensional travel quite easily upon realizing you'd been summoned from another world, despite originally being from the human realm in this world. It was narrowing down which dimension that was the issue.

But knowing that you were missing your friends and your cat, and the idea that they could possibly reunited with them made them work even harder. Not to mention pressure from both Lucifer and Diavolo, who wanted to 'exchange words' with your previous headmaster and his teaching tactics. They wanted to see the people you speak so highly of. And Satan and Solomon want to meet your cat.

They were trying their hardest to lessen your homesickness while they worked on finding a way there. And it worked. Until the portal opened, and you were the first to volunteer to go through. You couldn't wait! You were going to see your friends again, you were going to see Grim again! So you took your boys, and you went through the portal.

Lucifer:

"Grim!" You yelled, upon seeing the cat, being carried by your friends as they walked around campus.

They all turned upon hearing your voice, but Grim was the fastest to react. He flew over faster than anyone else could say 'MC' and threw his paws around your neck, hugging you as tight as he could. He wanted to make sure you weren't a hallucination. You hugged back, not as tight, for fear of hurting him, but still tight. He was crying, you were crying. Your friends rushed over not long after, gently dragging the pair of you away from Lucifer, who had been standing beside you.

They quickly piled onto the hug, until no one was really sure who was hugging who, but you were in the center, surrounded by warmth and love. Everyone was crying, at least a little bit, but they would never admit it in a million years. Lucifer looked on fondly, reminded that you had friends, a found family, outside of him and his brothers, as well as the others.

"Where is the headmaster's office?" He asked after everyone separated, but before they could ask you questions.

"Oh right, you wanted to talk to Crowley." You sniffled, wiping away the tears, and letting Grim crawl up to lay across your shoulders. "I can show you. You guys want to come with? We can catch up and you can get to know my new housewarden." You winked at Lucifer, who simply rolled his eyes in a manner more befitting of someone who was amused, than annoyed.

"We're never leaving your side again." Deuce deadpanned, looking you in the eyes. "You gave us all heart attacks when you just disappeared like that!"

"Yeah! We thought our housewardens were going to overblot, again!" Epel agreed.

"Sorry about that." You smiled, laughing awkwardly. "I didn't really have control over that, though."

"It's true. MC was summoned by Lord Diavolo, they had no say in the matter."

"I don't mind though." You beamed at Lucifer. "I live with Lucifer, and his brothers."

"Perhaps you can regale them with your tales of adventure while you show me to the headmasters office." Lucifer agreed, gesturing for you to lead the way. You nodded, and began to do so.

You told your friends of your adventures in the Devildom. About the Crown Prince, and his wonderful butler. About the insanely powerful wizard. You spoke rather highly of the seven demons you're staying with. You did conveniently "forget" to mention that one of them killed you, and more of them tried, but you're all cool now.

You talked extensively about how well you were treated, to make sure your friends knew that while you missed them, you were safe. And you were happy. You felt bad for making them worry, so you figured you should put their minds at ease about the time you spent away.

They didn't say it, but your friends took note of how people in the hallways practically dove out of the way as you and Lucifer walked through the halls. They knew Lucifer was powerful, hell, Deuce bet he could feel his magical ability from a mile away, maybe more. But they originally thought this would be similar to Malleus, and how people respected and got out of his way.

But oddly enough, they noticed that it wasn't necessarily intimidation, or respect, but outright fear that seemed to be driving these people away. As you smiled, and chattered on about how you couldn't wait to take Grim home and cuddle with him in a bed that isn't rotting, and have him meet your new roommates, and Lucifer walked mostly silently, his eyes forward, or on you, at all times, people were desperate to get out of the way. Epel swears he saw someone jump out of a window when they got close enough. And they didn't understand it. Malleus elicited a reaction similar, but this? This was on another level. And something about it made them doubt that Crowley would leave talking with Lucifer alive.

You spotted a familiar face, one that you really wanted Lucifer to meet. You figured that it would be best for him to meet one of the more competent members of staff before he met.... Crowley. You beamed, seeing Crewel.

"Professor Crewel!" You called out, breaking off from the group to rush up to him. "Lucifer come on!" You turned back before you reached him, gesturing for Lucifer to follow you. "I want you to meet Professor Crewel." He sighed, but agreed, walking forward, as you rushed to greet your old professor.

"Pup!" He called upon seeing you, briskly walking up to you, and grabbing your face, quickly inspecting for any bruises or signs of illness or anything else. "Are you ok? When I was informed you simply disappeared, I didn't know what happened. I was so worried!"

"I'm alright!" You promised. "I was brought back to my world, sort of. It's a little hard to explain." You laughed, deciding to leave out the part where you live in what is technically Hell. "I'm sorry to have worried you so much, I didn't really have any control over my leaving. But you can rest assured! I'm in good hands! See this is," You looked back to see Lucifer looking at something on one of the walls, "Lucifer! What's got your attention?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I just saw someone I thought I knew." He smiled fondly at the thought, walking over to you.

You didn't know it at the time, and you wouldn't for a long time. But the person he thought he saw was you, specifically you on a missing person poster. Your friends had plastered the school with them, along with the town nearby, and managed to even send some to Royal Sword Academy.

"Professor Crewel, this is Lucifer. He acts as the Housewarden for where I live now, but he does a lot more than just act as Housewarden. Lucifer, this is one of the more competent members of staff here at Night Raven, Professor Divus Crewel. He teaches potionology."

"So you're taking care of my pup?"

"MC is in my care, yes." Lucifer nodded. "Were you the one taking care of them while they were here?"

"Unfortunately not. Had I been allowed to act as their guardian, they would've been significantly better taken care of. However, I wasn't allowed to do much for them."

"Professor Crewel did all he could." You told Lucifer. "Professor Crewel," he looked to you, and you smiled, almost maliciously, a look he was curious to see on your face, "Lucifer is on his way to talk to Crowley. Do you happen to know if he's in his office?"

You and Crewel had a silent conversation, one where he realized your plan. You were going to let Lucifer tear Crowley a new one. Verbally is the intention, but no one would complain if it was physically as well. Especially not you, and definitely not Crewel.

His smile turned evil, matching your own in a way that people might swear make you look related. You both chuckled slightly, in an evil way before Crewel nodded, pleased with your unspoken plan. He cleared his throat in a belated attempt to cover his laughter. He looked between you and Lucifer.

"He is, in his office. He actually just got back." You groaned out of sympathy.

"Another vacation?"

"Yes." He nodded, sighing.

"Vacation? In the middle of the school year?" Lucifer questioned. Ace, with no sense of self-preservation, patted Lucifer on the shoulder casually.

"He does that a lot. And all his work used to get pinned on poor MC." You realized what he was doing, but didn't say anything.

"It's true, he used to give them all his work when he wanted to go on an impromptu vacation." Jack agreed.

"Crewel and Trein would take the work when they could, but they are full-time professors, after all." You sighed, shrugging. "Remember all those sleepless nights Grim?"

"Yeah." He yawned. "I'm tired just thinking about them."

"Well those are no more, Grim."

"That so?"

"Lucifer." You looked at him. "You get to keep Cerberus." You teased.

"Cerberus serves a purpose." He teased back, but in a tone that would make anyone that didn't know him think he was serious.

"I'll find a way to convince Satan to stop pranking you for a month if you let me bring Grim back."

"Deal." He agreed.

You both nodded, before following Crewel towards Crowley's office, your friends in tow. Walking the familiar path towards the office of the man who had been the source of so much anxiety for you for so long made you remember the bad times, and you instinctively leaned closer to Lucifer. He didn't move from his position, but also didn't tell you to lean away. There was a sense of pride within him, based on how safe you felt with him.

Once you reached his office door, Crewel looked back at you before knocking on the door. A voice sounded from within, telling Crewel to come in. Crowley. He opened the door, and you stood stone still, like a statue, seeing the inside of his office, knowing just how much stress had come from that place. Sebek was about to reach out, tell you that you didn't have to go in, when Lucifer gently nudged you forward. You steeled yourself, and entered the room.

Crowley stood from his previously extremely relaxed position upon seeing you. Beaming at you, like he had done no wrong. You stepped aside, not revealing Lucifer, as he was quite large, but drawing attention to him. You took a deep breath, before looking at Lucifer.

"Have at thee." You gestured at Crowley.

"Are you completely incompetent?" Lucifer started, and you smiled, gesturing for your friends to come in. Ace was recording it, to no one's shock, and telling you he would send it to you once they figured out inter-dimensional texting.

You all watched as Lucifer tore apart Crowley. From his teaching, to his work ethic, to his spending, to the state of his student body's mental health, not that you really thought he was able to speak on the matter. Eventually, and you never thought you'd see the day this happened, he simply stooped to insulting his appearance and intelligence.

Lucifer was pissed, and he was pissed on your behalf. He knew he was imposing, and scary, he knew if you really wanted to you could have the same effect. But he also knew you shouldn't have to. And that if he could do this for you, after all this man put you through, then it's the least he could do as a way to repay you for helping him and his brothers.

It was a satisfying experience. Though not nearly as satisfying as watching Lucifer straight up bitch-slap Crowley after he tried to insult you. You simply held Grim in front of you, stroking his fur in the same way a movie villain might. Taking pride in how much Lucifer cared about how badly you'd been treated, and rectifying this horrible experience, in his own way.

Mammon:

"I told ya didn't I?" Mammon boasted. "I told ya I'd getcha to your cat." He beamed.

You were positively vibrating with excitement. You were back in Twisted Wonderland, and you couldn't wait to see everyone again. You were excited to see your friends, sure, but you were overly excited to see Grim. You really wanted Mammon, and everyone else in the Devildom to meet him. But more than anything you want to be able to sleep again, with Grim right there beside you.

You could see it now, the arguing between Mammon and Grim about who was the favorite. Them calling you henchman and human. You really hoped they would get along, but you also know that bickering is their love language, so who knows how this will go?

"Trickster!" You turned at the familiar voice of the one, and only, Rook Hunt. "You have returned!"

"Rook!" You called, cheerfully. He swept you into an enormous hug, laughing as he did so.

"Oi!" You heard Mammon exclaim, so you separated from the eccentric archer.

"Rook, meet my friend Mammon. Mammon, this is Rook Hunt. He's an archer who goes to school here. Rook, I live with Mammon, now." You introduced, and they shook hands. Mammon was hesitant, But Rook was enthusiastic. "And we're actually on a mission, we're,"

"Looking for Monsieur Fuzzball?" Rook guessed, not looking away from Mammon, who he seemed to be studying.

"Yes!"

"I thought yer cats name was Grim?"

"It is. Rook gives everyone a nickname. Monsieur Fuzzball is just what he calls Grim." Mammon looked increasingly unnerved by Rooks staring, and the fact that he hadn't stopped shaking his hand yet.

"I believe you will find him in Headmaster Crowley's office." You grabbed Rooks hand, taking it off Mammons.

"Rook. Hunt. What in the whole of Twisted Wonderland, do you mean, Grim is in Headmaster Crowley's office?" You asked sternly.

"I simply mean that he's in there. I know not why, just that your friends, Monsieur Heart and Monsieur Spade were talking about it with Roi des Roses. They wanted to get him out, but Roi des Roses didn't let them." Rook explained in that ever-cheerful tone of his. You felt your eye twitch.

"Mammon," You turned, a strained smile painting your features, "I will tell you where Lucifer hid your three backup credit cards, and feed your raven familiars for two weeks, no complaints. If you help me get my cat out of Crowley's office."

"Do you not wish to see the others in your first year group?" Rook asked.

"I can catch up with them after, I don't trust Crowley with Grim." You snapped at Rook, before turning to Mammon. "If I direct you can you speed up the travel?"

"How am I s'posed to do that?"

"Dude, you can fly. And you love a dramatic entrance."

"You know which windows his though?"

"Course I do, I used to throw rocks at it when I was feeling particularly angry." You shrugged. "Come on, Mammon. Please!" You begged.

"Alright, alright. Just cuz you asked so nicely of the Great Mammon." He chuckled, smiling proudly.

"Mammon! Now!" You demanded, and he jumped, but nodded, and transformed into his demon form and picked you up.

He took off with ease, holding you like some sort of teddy bear. You guys have done this before, often enough for him to be confident in flying with you in his arms, but not often enough for you to be any less scared about this sensation. It wasn't exactly fun to be flying at high speeds with the only thing securing you being Mammons arms. Granted, he is insanely strong, so it's not that you think he'd drop you, it's just a scary feeling.

You can't exactly yell over the sound of the wind, it's very loud, and it gets hard to breathe when going at high speeds like this, so speaking is kind of inconvenient. Instead of talking to Mammon, to tell him where to go, you pointed. It's a rather effective system, you've found. You directed him through the large buildings on campus, and pointed at one specific window.

You'd seen the school from above before. Ace had always been rather fond of scaring you by doing this, Deuce hot on his trail. And Malleus was always very nice when it came to helping you experience the things the other first years get to do but you can't because of your lack of magic. Not to mention all those times Kalim kidnapped you on his magic carpet, much to Jamil's chagrin.

Mammon, without a moments hesitation, quickly moved one of his hands to cover your head, and rammed into the window of Crowley's office. He was careful in his landing, he always is, but he was extra careful with the glass being on the ground. You spotted Grim, sitting in a corner. You rushed over to hug him, as Mammon looked around the office. He narrowed his eyes, noting the distinct lack of anyone but Grim.

"Where's Crowley?" You asked Grim, voicing Mammon's question.

"He brought me in here and he left. He locked the door behind him. He was wearing his vacation shirt." Grim told you, hugging you back as tight as he could.

"He locked you in here?!" You asked, outraged. Grim nodded. "Dire Crowley, you will pay." You muttered, feeling Satan's influence overcome you. But you took some deep breaths and stood up, turning to Mammon. "Mammon, this is Grim. Grim, this is Mammon. If you want to come with us, we'll both be living with him, and his brothers."

"I'm never leaving you again."

"The feeling is mutual." You smiled at your beloved cat. "So, we've made our dramatic entrance, shall we use the door this time?"

"It's locked." Grim reminded.

"Not for the Great Mammon." You teased. "Right?"

"Right!" Mammon agreed, before ramming into the door. You blinked, looking at the shards of wood on the floor, looking through the hole he made at his proud smiling face.

"I meant, pick the lock." You laughed lightly.

"Oh. I knew that. Obviously. I just thought, I mean, obviously, this was just, quicker."

"Is he dumb?"

"You have no room to talk, Grim." You reminded, reaching through the hole and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

After stepping over the shards of wood, Grim migrated to be laying across your shoulders, and you linked arms with Mammon. You laughed at his request to avoid the strange man from earlier. You didn't say it to him, but you knew that if Rook really wanted to, there would be no stopping him from finding you. After all, he managed to follow Vil all the way to that island just to give him his skincare.

Instead, you figured you should head to find your friends and explain where the hell, pun intended, you've been. You hummed, trying to think about where they were, and how to get all of them together. Ace and Deuce should come first, they'll likely be together, and you know where they probably are. They can then text the others.

Though, the more you thought of it, the more you slightly dreaded the thought. You missed your friends, and you really wanted to see them! But you also knew they attracted trouble like no one else can, and Mammon would only intensify that. So as you silently debated the consequences of this course of action, you made your way to Heartslabyul.

"We have to sneak." You whispered, pulling Mammon behind a bush.

"Why?" Mammon whispered back.

"I don't remember all the rules of Heartslabyul, there's 810. I don't remember if there are any rules about visitors, whether that be times visitors can be here, how many, unannounced, I don't know. Riddle's great, but I don't want to get collared. Though," You looked at Mammon, "I am slightly curious about how his collar would affect you."

"Collar?"

"Yeah, it's his signature spell, it's called 'Off with your head'. It creates a collar around your neck, a rather obvious one," You pointed at a student walking away from the main building, dejected, with a collar around his neck, "that's one. They all look like that. And it seals your magic. But you're technically a magical being of demonic origin."

You shrugged as you looked around to see if you could spot Cater or Trey, or one of the others to bring you in without Riddle knowing. You wanted to see him, but you would like to confirm you wouldn't be breaking any rules first. You didn't, but you'd snuck into Heartslabyul enough to know how to sneak in without Riddle knowing. You gestured for Mammon to follow you, and he did, as you expertly weaved through the rosebushes, pausing every now and then as you saw students that might rat you out to Riddle. You made it into the building, Grim still laying across your shoulders, with Mammon in tow.

"Is this how yer so good at sneaking around the House of Lamentation ?" Mammon hissed as you headed to the kitchen.

"Yes, and also no. It's partly to blame, but not the entire reason." You hissed back.

"You both should shut up!" Grim hissed to both of us. You both looked at Grim before you sighed, nodded, and continued going to the kitchen.

Heartslabyul is a maze on a day that you're welcome, but as you dodged and weaved, avoiding all possible students, it felt like a labyrinth, and you were outrunning Riddle the Minotaur. Of course, this wasn't true. And you knew in the back of your mind that Riddle would likely welcome you, you didn't want to risk it.

You had debated bringing Mammon somewhere else and just asking another person to text your friends, but you knew that Mammon would cause trouble wherever, you'd rather have Trey on-hand than put that responsibility on anyone else. And also you wanted to talk to your friends in person before anyone got the chance to tell them you were back.

"Apparently, someone crashed into Crowley's office, stole Grim and left."

"And it wasn't the two of you?" Trey asked Deuce, who had been talking. You stopped Mammon from walking as you eavesdropped on the conversation in the kitchen.

"Do you see Grim? If we took him he'd be here." Ace reasoned, and you could practically see him rolling his eyes.

"Do you think it has something to do with that flying figure people were talking about earlier?"

"Riddle told you both to stop spreading rumors." Trey gently scolded.

"It's not a rumor! People saw it, there's photos." Deuce defended.

"It's probably just another student on a broom, that accidentally crashed into Headmaster Crowley's office window." Trey tried.

"Broom?" Mammon asked.

"It's a magical conduit, they use it to fly." You explained quietly.

Deciding it would be best to just get this over with, you sighed, and moved to stand in front of the kitchen door. You knocked lightly on the door, getting a quick response from Trey. Pushing the door open, you smiled at the familiar sight, noting how none of them were looking at you, or at Mammon. Trey was the first to notice, nearly dropping the bowl that was in his hands at the sight of you.

Seeing his reaction, both Ace and Deuce turned to the door, their jaws practically hitting the floor. They rushed over, nearly tackling you in the process, hitting each other, trying to hold you longer than the other. Trey just watched fondly as they fought, you in the middle, and all the nostalgia of having seen this interaction happen many times before.

It's likely that none of you would've separated on your own accord, had Mammon not yelped, jumping out from behind the wall, and drawing attention to himself. But, it wasn't him making a loud noise that caught your eye, but the new shiny collar around his neck, which made you laugh. You turned, smiling at Riddle, who had seen the unfamiliar man from afar.

"Yeah," you smiled, nodding to yourself as you looked around, not having seen all your friends yet, but happy nonetheless, "it's good to be back."

Leviathan:

It figures that you'd find Grim in Ignihyde. Idia always did like cats, and though you loved your friend group, you had secretly hoped that he would end up in Ignihyde. Not only because then he would surely be fed, he'd have Ortho, and Idia. And while he may have known more people in, say, Heartslabyul, the dorm Idia led tended to be much more to Grim's liking. This was likely because he's fed not only breakfast, but also second breakfast, lunch, supper, dinner, and snacks between all those, as well as fed at all the Heartslabyul events he's surely invited to. It's also dark, and quiet, which means he gets to sleep all he likes.

You were glad your companion was in a place that really would take good care of him, you trusted Idia with that, Ortho too. Speaking of Ortho, it was actually the technomatic humanoid that found you and Leviathan, almost immediately. You had the sneaking suspicion that Idia was watching the cameras again, and told him to go get you. But you also had no proof, and certainly weren't going to accuse the Ignihyde dormhead of doing that without it.

Ortho had given you a tight squeeze, and was chattering the whole way to Ignihyde as Levi trailed behind you. Once actually in Ignihyde, he clung to your arm, so as not to lose you as he marveled at all the technology in the labyrinth-like dorm. He was quiet as Ortho talked about all that you had missed, and where Grim was. Apparently, he was in Idia's room right now, but once Grim and you reunite, Ortho promised to message your other friends, the other first years. He didn't even question the man attached to your arm, though, to be fair, you acted like this was normal, so he likely didn't want to accidentally offend your new companion.

Upon reaching Idia's dorm door, Ortho knocked, still cheery as ever, and Idia didn't respond. Ah yes, the usual behavior, you thought, knowing he wouldn't want to interact with Leviathan unless he had to. However, when Idia didn't answer, and likely recognizing the knock, Grim did. The door was opened for you, and in you went, immediately, your eyes darted to your feline-like friend, laying on his own regal, and very expensive-looking, cat bed.

Without hesitating, you pulled out of Levi's grip, and dashed towards Grim in excitement, smooshing him into a tight, yet not painful for him, hug.

"Oi! What have I said about," He started to scold, but stopped upon his quick realization that it was you holding him, and not some random Ignihyde student with enough audacity to rival Crowley in Grim's mind. "MC." He said, fondness and excitement seeping into his tone as he hugged you back as tight as his little arms would allow.

"Have you gained weight?" You asked, to which he pushed you back, looking offended. "Not in a bad way, dummy, in like, I can't feel your ribs when I hug you anymore kind of way. In a good way." You reassured. "Hi Idia!" You called, looking at your flaming-haired friend in his gaming chair.

"Hey, MC." He greeted somewhat fondly.

"Is this the otaku friend you have that you told me about?" Levi asked. You nodded.

"Idia is one of the best gamers of both video and board variety in Night Raven College. He also has extensive anime and manga knowledge, as well as other things. His collections of merchandise, manga, video games, and anime is equally as impressive as yours are. He doesn't have a giant aquarium in his room, but his stuffs all state of the art." You explained in Idia's place.

This is something they're both passionate about, but Idia is far more introverted than Leviathan, who is very loud and proud of his interests. You do think that they might get along, of course, there's no guarantee. They're both highly competitive, and to be honest, you don't really want them to play competitive video games against each other, because you fear the consequences.

"As much as I would love for you two to be able to play video games and discuss anime and manga, I also know that Ortho texted the first years the moment I hugged Grim, and Idia does not want them in his room. You'll just have to talk later." You smiled, gently grabbing Levi, Grim still hugged to your chest. "Come on, Levi, I think you understand not wanting a bunch of rowdy freshman in your room, right?" He nodded.

"We need to play video games together later though." Levi was looking at you, but you knew he was talking about Idia.

"Maybe Lilia will let you use his PC to play against Idia until we figure out inter-dimensional communication." You offered, tugging lightly on Levi's sleeve. "Come on, Levi. Bye Idia!"

You smiled at him and he waved as you left, and you could tell he was grateful you were making Levi leave with you. And while he would never voice it, you could also tell he was a little annoyed that you had brought Levi into his dorm at all.

You let Ortho guide you back out, not being nearly familiar enough with the layout after so much time to make it out without getting lost first, and this time Levi was asking Ortho all kinds of questions. Not only about the technology in Ignihyde, but also about the kinds of video games and video game consoles this world has. You had warned Levi beforehand, when talking about Idia and Ortho, to not talk about Ortho being a technomatic humanoid, or an android that looks like a human. No matter how much he wants to.

Once out, you were greeted by the group of first years you consider family. Leviathan, upon seeing Jack and Sebek were taller than him, but the rest were noticeably shorter, almost asked what they were feeding the sixteen year olds in this world, and why did it make those two so tall. That being said, Leviathan couldn't help but be slightly envious when you dashed away from him towards the group, giving each of them a tight hug, Grim standing nearby as he watched you reunite with your friends, but you picked him up quickly after.

After making sure everyone was thoroughly greeted, you beckoned Leviathan closer, a smile on your face as you introduced him as your Lord of Shadows, and your favorite roommate, which quelled his envy quite a bit. You smiled, seeing him, admittedly awkwardly, interact with your friends, Grim even begrudgingly letting him pet him. However, there was one thing that stuck out to you.

"What's this I hear about me letting someone use my PC?" You shrieked as Lilia popped up behind you, startling everyone, with the exception of Sebek, who was used to Lilia's antics by now.

"Lilia!" You scolded, before laughing.

Asmodeus:

You were glad you'd picked Asmodeus to go with you, when you arrived only to immediately be pulled right back into the antics of your friends. It was like you had never left. However, you didn't get to see Grim right away, oh no, no. You saw everyone but Epel and Grim because Crewel had decided Grim should stay in Pomefiore while he was away trying to petition Crowley get removed. They barely noticed Asmodeus' presence, not even really acknowledging his existence, which pissed him off but you quietly begged him to just let it go.

He did, which actually worked in your favor.

The antics you were pulled into were your friends attempting to pull a rescue mission for Epel and Grim, as Vil was overseeing them right now. This means that they're not only dodging Vil, they're dodging Rook, and also half of Pomefiore. You glanced at Asmo as Vil was mentioned, watching his jaw clench.

Ever since you told Asmo what Vil had done in preparation for the VDC/SDC he's been rather keen on meeting him, if only to rip into him for the damage he could've done to you mentally, and the damage he did do financially. You would stop him if he went too far, he knew you would, so he wasn't too worried about getting in trouble. And if he did, he would simply charm his way out.

You all approached Pomefiore with as much stealth as you could muster, for a bunch of sixteen year old boys, plus you, and Asmo, who was wearing heels. You stayed close to your friends, but kept a close eye on Asmodeus.

You were all crouched below the window to the room where Epel and Grim were, as well as Vil, and you think maybe Rook, but you didn't see him. Then again, you rarely do if he doesn't want you to, scarily enough. You watched for a few moments as Vil gave both Epel and Grim a rigorous etiquette lesson, and once he deemed necessary, a break was taken. Once a break was taken, the window was pulled open a little, as it opened outward, and the plan commenced.

"Psst." Ace hissed quietly, which caught Epel's attention.

Epel glanced over and saw Ace, and then you, and nearly gave you all away with the way he almost gasped. He instead, clamped his mouth shut, gently grabbed Grim, and as nonchalantly as he could muster, walked over to the window.

He held Grim out the window and dropped him, right into your awaiting arms, before he hopped out, and closed the window behind him. Vil had not noticed, mission accomplished. Epel gave you an extremely tight hug, with his farm-boy strength nobody realizes he has, and made a quiet promise to catch up with you once you were away from the dorm.

However, none of you took into account the fact that Rook was just not in the room, and that's why you didn't see him, not that he just didn't want to be seen. An arrow, aimed to shoot right by your face, was quickly caught by Asmodeus, shocking everyone, and infuriating him. You simply sighed.

"Rook, you shouldn't shoot arrows on school grounds. It's dangerous." You scolded lightly, knowing the jig was up. He stepped out of the woods bordering Pomefiore, a smile plastered on his face, as it usually was.

"Trickster!"

"Rook." You smiled.

"And your incredibly athletic friend." Rook acknowledged Asmodeus, which he smiled in satisfaction, finally being noticed. You were also very impressed with Asmodeus's display of strength and speed.

You often forget, as you and him mostly gossip and do skincare, makeup, and hair, that Asmodeus is powerful in his own right. Not just in his ability to charm. He's one of the Seven Deadly Sins, one of the leaders of hell. He's strong, it's just easy to forget because he doesn't display it in the same way his brothers do.

You made a mental note to give him some of the skincare Mammon had gifted you from doing a modeling shoot for the company, but you don't use.

"Trying to escape your lessons, Epel?" You looked up at the sharp tone of Vil.

"Hi Vil." You greeted.

"That's Vil?" Asmo asked.

"Be nice, please." You gently asked Asmo, knowing he likely wouldn't.

"Inside, all of you. And don't think this won't be reported to your Housewardens." Vil threatened, and you sighed, holding your friend in your arms, as the group trudged around the building, and through the hallways to get back to the room Vil was in.

You stood between Vil and Asmodeus, being a slight barrier, a little bit of a buffer, for the argument you knew was to soon follow. Asmodeus was opinionated, he's strong-willed, and though he loathes to admit it, he can be just as stubborn as his brothers. You knew that if Asmodeus had his mind set on arguing with Vil, about something you already told him that you forgave Vil for, he would be arguing with Vil before he left.

You hoped he'd start the argument soon. Vil can hold his own against people who were critical against him, he's had to for most of his life. But you also didn't want them to argue in public, that wouldn't be good for anyone. Vil, though patient with most, and often firm in his sentiments, could be provoked if they knew how to push him. And Asmodeus would know how to push him.

"Asmo, this is Vil Schoenheit. Vil, this is Asmodeus. He's one of my current roommates, and the one accompanying me today." You introduced. "Asmo," you looked to your friend, who simply smiled, "don't go too far." You sighed, knowing this was inevitable.

Epel shared confused glances with the other first years as Asmodeus's smile and cheerful facade fell, and his eyes turned to glare at Vil, who looked almost taken aback at the sudden hostility. Though you were standing between them, and Asmodeus would be careful with his words since you were there, you still dreaded this interaction.

Vil raised an eyebrow, looking Asmodeus up and down, Asmodeus doing the same to him, but in a way that was searching for imperfections, more than an overall impression. You almost wanted to go find someone who was more qualified to handle this. Crewel, or maybe Trein if pushed. But, Crewel wasn't here, and Trein was busy. You considered, for a few moments, seeing if you could summon Lucifer, or maybe a different brother, but you knew that wouldn't really stop this, just delay it, so you decided against it.

Glancing slightly behind you, movement catching your eye in your peripherals, you did a double take, fully turning around and walking to the window. You looked at Ace.

"I thought you said Crowley was off-campus."

"He is. Went off on a vacation yesterday morning." Ace rolled his eyes.

"Then what is he doing here? And why is he wearing that?!" You asked, utter disgust seeping into your tone, not only at the sight of your previous tormentor, but also at the sight of what he was wearing.

Dire Crowley, though his usual attire was alright, perhaps it could even be called stylish, but it was professional, and it stood out. You could recognize him quite quickly from his clothes, anyone could. This seems to have put everyone, yourself included, under the false impression that he has a good sense of style. Clearly, that's not right.

He was wearing his usual hat and mask, but everything else was straight out of the "don't" section of one of Asmo's, or even Mammon's, fashion magazines. He wore a bright red, cropped, floral, button-up shirt, the kind you'd see dads wear in cartoons or movies, but it showed off his stomach, and rivaled the color of a fire truck. His shorts, which were extremely bright yellow, looked to be swim trunks, with a corn pattern on it. Below that, white mid-calf height socks, and bright neon green flip flops. The flip-flops practically glowed, nevermind the fact that he was wearing socks with them.

Ace and Deuce rushed up, always ready to mock the headmaster, but what they said didn't invite a stream of insults, simply loud cackling from them both as they nearly toppled over at the sight. Ace, wiping tears from his eyes, claimed he couldn't breathe as he devolved into laughs. Deuce couldn't stop clutching his stomach. Normally one to always respect authority, Deuce had a grudge against the headmaster after everything he'd done to you, so he had no more qualms with laughing at him.

Their laughter caused you to have to stifle your own giggles, but that didn't work when Epel soon joined the duo on the floor, wheezing with laughter, and even Rook let out a snicker. Asmodeus, wanting to not only see Crowley, but also his fashion disaster you'd pointed out, walked to the window at the same pace as Vil, and they reached it at the same time, both nearly gagging in disgust. Asmo didn't because he knew if you heard him, you'd tell his brothers, and he'd never live it down. Vil didn't because it was unbecoming. But the urge was there.

Leaning against Asmo as your laughter calmed down, you smiled at him.

"Save the argument for another day?" You asked gently, and he sighed, but hugged you.

"Oh, alright. But only because you asked so nicely." He teased, making you laugh.

"You're SQUISHING ME." You quickly separated from Asmodeus when Grim yelled out.

"Right! Grim, meet Asmodeus." You held the cat out from under his arms so he could be face-to-face with Asmo. "Asmo, this is Grim. And this is also the rest of my First Year friend group." You gestured around the room at the first years. "Jack and Sebek are the most well behaved." You added quietly, and he nodded.

"He looks like a stoplight!" Ace snorted, causing the other two, who had started to calm down, to descend into mad laughter once more, and the other two even started to chuckle a bit themselves.

"I think my brothers will fit right in here. The others will too." Asmo giggled. You smiled fondly at the thought.

Satan:

It was a pleasant surprise when you heard from some passing Diasomnia students, complaining about the favoritism, that Grim was taken in by Diasomnia. You smiled, realizing that your good friend Hornton had been kind enough to take care of your beloved companion. Sneaking through the halls with Satan was actually relatively easy. While some people did double takes upon seeing your familiar face, no one tried to stop you as you wandered through the halls and towards the Hall of Mirrors.

Upon getting there, beaming, you led Satan through the mirror, much to his apprehension, upon having never seen this means of transportation before. Once through, you beamed, looking up at the castle that was the Diasomnia dorm. You took note of the overcast weather, and the thunder rumbling in the distance, but didn't mention the cause to Satan, who looked at the castle with curiosity.

You talked with Satan, beaming about how excited you were to see Grim, and for them to meet. You also began to tell him about Diasomnia, as you walked up the winding road to the gate. You entered the building with little difficulty, no one questioning your presence, as they were enveloped in their own world. You hummed, trying to figure out where your cat would be in this large dormitory.

"Cakes!" You jumped as you heard someone running towards you, yelling. Satan gently touched your shoulder, ready to defend you at a moments notice, but you recognized the voice. "Cakes! Lilia's making cakes!"

"Oh no." You muttered, a cold chill going down your spine at the warning. Stopping once he reached the room, Sebek didn't look at you, simply yelling out the warning once more.

"Lilia's making cakes!" You laughed lightly, though it was nervous and forced. "MC!" Sebek yelled at a much louder volume, in a much happier tone. Never one for affection, he didn't hug you, but he did beam, and start to pull out his phone.

"Where's Grim? I heard he was here." You quickly asked.

"I believe he is with the Young Master, trying to study."

"Trying... to study? Grim?!" You asked, shocked at the claim.

"I know, I was shocked as well. But he's been very diligent in his studies since you went missing." Sebek told you. "I must text the others."

"Text Lilia too." You added. "Satan here, my escort, my roommate, the person with me today, he's super smart, and I'm sure he would love to learn everything there is to learn from Lilia." You explained.

"While that is true, don't throw me under the bus." Satan asked, sighing.

"You don't understand, Satan." You blinked, grabbing his sweater. "Lilia is just as bad at cooking as Solomon. If Lilia is in the kitchen, we are all in danger."

"I would love to learn everything from this, Lilia person." He quickly rectified.

"See? Ready and willing to learn!" You turned back to Sebek, who was already frantically typing on his phone. Moments later, a familiar voice rang out.

"So you want to learn, do you?" You flinched as Lilia popped up beside you, looking to Satan. Quickly giving you a tight hug, Lilia then turned his full attention to Satan. "Why?"

"Satan's a genius, and he's read basically every book on magic in all of existence where he's from. Who better to learn from than you?" You quickly intercepted, before the demon could tell the fae, that he's a demon.

"Fair enough." Lilia nodded, before turning. "I assume you want to see Grim, MC, so we'll take you there first, yes?" Sebek nodded, still typing on his phone, likely trying to tell Silver to clear out the kitchen and quick.

The small group that had formed, you, Satan, Lilia, and Sebek, walked through the halls of Diasomnia. Satan, ready to keep this man distracted from going back to the kitchen, had started asking Lilia questions. He remembered you mentioning that Lilia was very old, from a conversation a while back, but you didn't say how old, so he asked about history. Luckily, Lilia is that old, and history happens to be his best subject.

As Lilia told Satan of the past, you asked Sebek about what had happened since you left. Apparently, there's been a petition being passed not only around the student body, but around the staff, and the families of students as well, to get Crowley removed from his position as Headmaster. No one knows who started the petition, and no one knows where it is right now, but apparently, the last Sebek heard, it had over 2,000 signatures.

You reached the room in which Malleus and Grim were relatively quickly, and all of you remained silent, as you witnessed the interaction. Grim, struggling to answer the questions that Malleus asked, but Malleus, patient as ever, helped him find the answer, rather than just giving it to him. Based on the number of books around them, they had likely been at this for hours. You were the first to step forward, wrapping your arms around your cat, and lifting him up, giving him a hug.

He struggled for a second, but once he was able to turn around, and see you, he reciprocated the gesture, nearly crying in relief, but refusing to do so in public. Your sweet reunion was interrupted by the sound of a confetti popper popping. Everyone's attention was drawn to Lilia, who had a bright smile on his face. You laughed at his antics, before turning your attention to Malleus.

"Hello, Hornton." You smiled fondly, carefully hugging him and Grim at the same time. "It's good to see you again."

"Child of Man!"

He seemed to snap out of his shock, rising out of his seat, and pulling you into a tight hug. It took a moment, but Grim wormed his way out, gasping for air as he landed on the table, but, he wasn't free for long.

"So this is Grim." Satan asked, picking him up.

"The one and only." You confirmed, still being hugged by Malleus. "And this, tall, horned fellow, is my really good friend, Hornton, or, as he's formally known, Crown Prince Malleus of Briar Valley, or just Malleus." You explained, patting Malleus' back.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense." Satan nodded, hugging Grim.

"I should also probably formally introduce everyone." You sighed, gently pushing Malleus off of you. "I'll get you some ice cream later, we can eat it together." You promised, still sticking close to the fae who had missed you dearly. "Satan, this is Sebek Zigvolt, knight of Malleus Draconia, and first year of Night Raven College. Silver is around here somewhere, I'm sure, he's another knight, and Lilia's son. Lilia is Malleus' caretaker, and also a royal guard. Everyone, this is Satan."

"What, no spectacular introduction for me?"

"Do you want one?" You asked, almost laughing at Satan's teasing tone. He hummed, shrugging. "Satan is one of my roommates where I live now, along with his six brothers. Satan and his brothers hold high-ranking positions in the government, and Satan himself is extremely knowledgeable on magic, with an extensive library, both physically and mentally." You smiled.

"Wonderful introduction, dear." Lilia clapped, making you laugh. "But with such an extensive library, it makes me wonder what Mc thinks you can learn from me." Lilia pondered aloud, winking at you.

"Well, Lilia, you're rather knowledgeable on many forms of magic and the history of magic in this world, a world Satan has never been to or read about before. Not to mention, you were there when most of it happened." You squinted, trying not to offend the fae. "To be fair though, Satan is much the same, in that regard." They both squinted at eachother.

"Vampire?" Satan asked, making Lilia snicker.

"Maybe." Lilia disappeared, only to reappear beside Satan, upside down. "Maybe not."

"Lilia is a fae." You quickly told Satan, trying not to cause any misunderstandings. "Satan is, an entity. Which is often considered evil. But he is not." You slowly explained, avoiding the word demon.

Demons get a bad rep, even in Twisted Wonderland, which makes you tread lightly. Not that it isn't deserved in a lot of cases, but you also knew that Satan didn't do those things, at least not here. Lilia has never spoke on the subject, so you don't know his opinions, hence why you are being careful.

"Interesting." Lilia smiled, almost eerily.

"Say, Sebek, didn't you text the other first years?" You asked, trying to divert the conversation, as you walked around the table, and gently took Grim from Satan, wary of a possibly argument.

"Ooh! More guests! I shall have to cook a great feast."

"That's not necessary!" Everyone shouted in unison as Lilia finished his sentence, causing his eyes to widen in slight shock, before everyone else started laughing at the sight.

Beelzebub:

"Grim!" You beamed, seeing the cat.

He looked up from his large plate of food, gulping down his bite before racing over, tripping multiple people in the process, which made you laugh. You opened your arms, kneeling down so he could jump into your arms. And the second he did, you closed your arms around him. Tears, happy tears, escaped your eyes, as you finally felt like your best friend was with you again.

No one approached you either, because they didn't want to interrupt such a lovely moment. That, and the massive red-head standing behind you protectively was scaring them off. However, it seemed like not everyone was affected by Beel's intimidating presence, not that the sunshine could really imagine the danger of the man he didn't know was a demon.

"Mc!" You looked up, laughing lightly as Kalim bounded over, quickly taking your hand and helping you up, squeezing you into a short hug, but quickly separating at Grims yowling at being squashed.

"It's good to see you too, Kalim. Oh, this is my roommate and escort for today, Beelzebub, but I just call him Beel." You explained, wiping your tears. "Beel, this is Kalim, and this..." You held Grim up, presenting him proudly. "Is Grim!"

"Hello." He greeted to both Kalim and Grim. "It's good to meet you both."

"Please! Help yourself, we're having a feast tonight!" Kalim invited.

"I don't know if Jamil will be able to keep up with Beel." You worried quietly, though no one seemed to hear as he ushered both of you to seats at the long table.

Never able to resist Jamil's delicious cooking, you did make yourself a plate, Grim bringing his own plate over to sit beside you. Beel, excited to taste the food that you had praised so much, dug right in with little apprehension. Once you finished your plate, you quickly separated from your friend you'd recently reunited with, to go greet Jamil. Grim followed you of his own volition, carrying his plate with him.

You entered the kitchen and stepped to the side, out of the way, as you watched Jamil work. He really did command the kitchen, it reminded you of Barbatos in a way. His efficiency, his calm demeanor, the way he's not afraid to direct people. The similarities were striking, at least in their efficiency. You made a mental note to introduce them. Jamil could use a friend who could relate to him.

You smiled as he turned, holding a soup pot, getting ready to put it in a serving dish when he saw you. His eyes widened, his jaw dropping, and the soup pot nearly going with it, but he regained his composure quickly, setting the soup pot aside. He rushed over, checking you over, making you laugh.

"Nice to see you too, Jamil."

"You can never disappear like that again. Kalim nearly lost his mind."

"I appreciate it." You nodded. "That being said, I came here to warn you, actually. The guest I'm here with, Kalim invited them to the feast,"

"Very Kalim-like. Why warn me?"

"Because he's essentially a bottomless pit, and I didn't want you to be surprised by the amount he can eat." You explained, slightly awkwardly.

"How much?"

"Can he eat? I'm not sure, to be honest. He's always eating. But he's also an athlete. I'd be surprised if you could feed him until he's full, I don't know that anyone's ever managed that."

"Let me put this into a serving dish, and then I'll come meet him."

"Alright. In the meantime, I'm gonna go ask Kalim to borrow his phone, I need to text the other first years before they realize I'm here and think I betrayed them by not immediately informing them." You told him, to which he waved you off, and watched you leave the kitchen.

You did exactly as you said you would, asking Kalim for his phone, which he happily gave and unlocked without a second thought, even without an explanation. You simply shook your head at his slight naivety, looking at Beel, who was eating at a reasonable pace, but an ungodly amount of food sat on his plate. You quickly sent a text to Ace, Deuce, and the others as well, telling them that it was you, you just had Kalim's phone, and you were in Scarabia.

The immediate response was to tell you that they were on their way. Which you said, meet you at Octavinelle instead, you have a bit of a plot. You gave them about fifteen minutes before they got there, if that long. You handed Kalim his phone back, watching as Jamil came out with the serving treys. You were always impressed with the amount he could cook.

Once he had set all the components down, he turned, looking for you, and walking over once he spotted you. You smiled at Beel who had looked up at you as this new person approached, glancing between the two of you, as if to see if he was going to do something.

"Beel, this is Jamil, the person who cooked all this food, and a good friend of mine. Jamil, this is Beelzebub," he raised an eyebrow at the name, seemingly the only person to notice, "and I call him Beel. He's one of my new roommates." He nodded.

"I've heard you eat a lot, Beel." He said cautiously. "How much?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Never feel full, so I'm always eating."

"Well don't fill up here. Jamil's food is top notch, no doubt about it, but, I have another place who's ingredient capacity I want you to test. And, I pulled a Mammon, so we don't have to worry about the price." You smiled at him, holding your cat to your chest still, as he contentedly purred.

"You talkin' 'bout Azul's place?" Grim asked sleepily.

"Yep." You beamed maliciously.

"What do you mean, you pulled a Mammon?" Jamil asked.

"I guess technically it's not a Mammon because I have permission to use his card, and Mammon often does not." You said thoughtfully. "But I have Lucifer's card, and Mammon and Levi managed to rig it so it'll work interdimensionally. Neato, huh?"

Yes, Mammon, the man who knows how money works better than anyone, and Leviathan, the most electronically adept demon you've ever met working together. It was a nightmare. But they get results, and the results are in your favor. Granted, you didn't ask them to do this, Lucifer did, but it was still to your benefit.

You didn't want to take Lucifer's card at first, knowing how tempted you would be to try to buy Night Raven College from Crowley, knowing everything has a price with that damned crow. However, the eldest demon brother insisted, telling you that he wanted you to have access to money while there, if only to prove that you didn't need to rely on Crowley anymore.

And, not to put this lightly, Lucifer is rich. Lucifer makes a lot of money doing what he does. He doesn't spend it all at once, and when he does, there's not much he wants. He's got a shit ton of money in his bank account. He insinuated that you could go wild with buying whatever you want, if you really wanted to, to prove your new status as a member of a high-ranking family like you are with them.

That being said, you did warn him that you intended to buy the entirety of Azul's menu, not only to eat as much of it as you could, but also because you wanted to embarrass him by letting Beel eat everything he has. And he seemed ok with this. As long as you were happy.

"His restaurant is decently expensive, do you really want to see just how much he can eat of Azul's food?" Jamil asked.

"I've got a jailbroken debit card that has essentially no limit. If I didn't have Beel here to convince me to only buy food, I'd be buying the school." You warned.

"I could do that." Kalim offered smiling. You gently patted his shoulder.

"Please do not." You asked gently. He frowned, but nodded. "You get a good taste of everything?" You asked Beel.

"It's really good." He complimented Jamil, as he nodded. "I like your blend of spices, and the different spice levels in each. The seasonings are really good, and the flavors are delicious. Everything is cooked really well, as well." Jamil was slightly taken aback by his review of the food, but nodded, and thanked him for his kind words.

"Time to go eat Azul out of house and home." You smiled at Beel. "It was lovely to see you both." You hugged Kalim and then Jamil, separately. "I will be stopping by once more, but," you glanced at the dent Beel had made in the food on the table, "likely with someone who has less of an appetite."

"You're welcome here anytime." Kalim assured. "Bring anyone you like, and please, do come back. It's good to see you." He beamed at you.

"Thanks Kalim, I will. I'll probably be bringing a few of my other friends. And this time," you looked to Jamil, "I promise to come after warning you." He nodded, thankful for your assurance. "Come on Beel, we gotta meet my friends and we have to get you to the Mostro Lounge in order to eat everything you can." You smiled as he rose from his seat, nodding.

"It was nice meeting you both." He nodded to Jamil and Kalim. Kalim, ever the sunshine, waved enthusiastically as you both left, whereas Jamil just watched you leave.

"You know, Grim. From here on out, you won't need to worry about other people feeding you. The House of Lamentation is almost always stocked with food. No more worrying about your next meal." You promised the cat, who was now resting across your shoulders. He laughed happily at the statement as you left Scarabia.

You quickly made your way from Scarabia, to Octavinelle, quickly met with your friend group, who physically tackled you to the ground, happy to be able to see you again. You introduced them to Beel, who intimidated most of them, but actually got into a nice conversation with Epel and Jack about sports, which Deuce quickly joined after catching up with you, as you walked into Octavinelle, before you were once again tackled, but this time by Floyd.

Floyd, who greeted you enthusiastically. You greeted him back, before quickly filling him in on your plan. Ever the chaotic entity, he merely smiled, in a scary ominous way, before bringing all of you to a table in the back, and went to fill Jade, who is in the kitchen of your plan.

You could practically see the terrified look on Azul's face now, which made you smile. Yeah, this is going to be good.

Belphegor:

"Leona!" You yelled as you entered Savanaclaw on a warpath.

You briefly stopped to politely greet Ruggie, who watched in shock as you, and your escort, marched to Leona's room. Your eye twitched as you watched Grim struggle against Leona's sleeping form. Having been in that position before, and knowing how strong his grip could get, you looked at Belphie.

"Can you go get him from whatever dreamscape he's in?"

"I can try."

"Can you wake him?"

"I most certainly can." He agreed, smiling at your insistence that this man must me woken, despite his usual insistence to just let people be when they sleep. He was more amused than anything, which is why he was going along with it.

You gestured for him to go ahead, and he transformed into his demon form with ease, walking over towards Leona. Grim, looking up at him, stopped moving in fear of the man. Belphegor, to his credit, didn't really pay any attention to your cat, more focused on the man holding the one thing you were more certain than anything that you wanted. He easily lifted his tail, and with quite a lot of force, smacked Leona's face with it. You winced in sympathy, but it woke up him up nonetheless.

The second he woke up, Belphegor transformed back to his normal form, before Leona could see him, and Leona easily released Grim, who jumped into your arms. Mission accomplished, Belphegor walked back over to you, draping himself over your shoulders. Once prompted, he gently pat Grim's head, Leona looking on incredulously.

"Um? Herbivore, what the fuck? How are you here? Why are you here? What did you do to me?"

"I don't know. Magic. To get Grim and wreak havoc. And I did nothing, ask Belphegor, he's great at causing damage to the human, or, in this case, beastman, body." You smile. "I mean, I should know better than anyone."

"Oi. You forgave me for that."

"I did." You nodded, acknowledging the statement. "Anyway, Belphie, this is Leona, prince of the Sunset Savanna. Leona, this is Belphegor, one of my new roommates."

"Is he like Diavolo?"

"Not in position or in personality, but he's still a prince." You denied. "Leona, if you come with me as I let Belphegor cause chaos at the dorm leader meeting, I will introduce you to a man who can actually pose a threat to you in chess."

"There's no one like that."

"Oh please. Don't make me drag you out of bed." You threatened, petting Grim as he tried to stifle his sobs in your shirt. You knew he wouldn't want to address it, so you didn't.

"Nah, I'd rather take a nap."

"Dude, if you just keep sleeping because you're depressed, you'll never really feel rested." Belphie warned.

"Take it from him, he's an expert." Belphie glared at you. "On sleep. Weirdo." He scoffed, but let it be. "Come on, Leona. You like to watch people's downfalls, why not watch Crowley's?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly thinking about it. "I'll let you eat some of the meat where I live now, which I know you've never tried before." You tried to bribe. He pondered. "What do you want, Leona?"

"To sleep." You sighed at his answer, used to his stubbornness.

"Fine then, you lazy lion. I'll just leave you here."

"Why are you getting on my case about this when he's dozing off on your shoulder?"

"He has a better excuse than you." You shrugged, not explaining any further. "Regardless, I'll send Satan your way when and if he comes here. You guys will get along."

"Don't bother."

"I don't really think you quite understand." You sighed, shrugging Belphie off and handing Grim to him. "This is Belphegor, he lives with us now, you're coming back with me. I need a moment." Grim nodded, turning to glare at Belphegor. You walked over to Leona. "Leona." You said in a stern tone, grabbing his wrist and making him look you in the eyes. "You have said before that you're in your older brother's shadow, and you want to get out of it. Hell, you want to get out of it so bad you came to NRC, rather than his school of RSA. You're insanely smart, and while you don't do your work now, you could easily graduate if you wanted to, but you don't because you like your position here. Satan was literally created out of his brothers rage, and wants nothing more than to escape who he was created to be, because he believes that if he's anything like what people think he'd be, he will never escape his brothers shadow. He is also, insanely smart. I've witnessed him beat the crown prince of the kingdom we live in in chess. He hates his older brother, and probably more than you hate yours." You explained. "You two would probably get along great, better than you and your brother, and him and his older brother at least."

"I doubt it."

"You'll see, Leona. I promise." You sighed, letting him go. "I can make no guarantees, but I bet you two will get along. What do you think Belphie? You've known your brother longer than I have."

"He's got cat ears."

"I'm a lion beastman! And a prince of the Sunset Savanna!" Leona growled, glaring at Belphie.

"It's true, he's not a cat." You agreed. "And he shouldn't be treated as such, because he's a person. I'll have to make sure Satan doesn't ask any uncomfortable questions about beastmen and beastman culture." You thought aloud before deciding to quickly explain to Leona. "While it's not uncommon in certain forms for people in the kingdom Belphie, his brothers, and I live in, to have similarities to beastmen, but the culture of beastmen, and beastmen in general, are kind of nonexistent. There are rules of etiquette similar, like don't pull the tails, don't touch the wings, or horns, or anything. They're usually very polite about it, actually." You hummed thoughtfully. "That's besides the point. Satan, while scarily perceptive and usually good about not crossing any uncomfortable boundaries, is more than willing to cross those boundaries in the name of getting answers when he's curious about something."

"It's true." Belphie agreed.

"He won't try to pet me, right?!" Grim yelled, looking at you.

"Mayhaps? I told him that you're a cat, which,"

"I'm not!" He vehemently denied.

"I'm aware!" You denied, walking back over to him and taking him from Belphie, allowing him to climb up to your shoulders. Once up there, you gave him head rubs as he started purring. "But the closest describing word to what you are is catlike, or feline, or whatever. If you tell him not to, he'll probably be tempted to still, but he knows better than to touch things without permission, I just went over that with Leona." You explained. "So!" You turned to Belphie. "Ready to cause chaos at the Dorm Leader meeting?"

"Isn't he supposed to be there?"

"Technically, yes, but he's been a dorm leader longer than the rest, so he knows what they're talking about, probably better than Crowley does. Let's leave him be." You sighed, walking out of Leona's room, only to be almost tackled, immediately, by Jack, who was ecstatic to see you.

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synopsis - after making a decision, you pack up the last of the things your dear companion needs in the trunk. with your new friend secured carefully, you drive back home to organize all the new stuff you bought into your guest bedroom. hopefully they are liking their new home so far.

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It had taken a bit of walking back and forth but you finally settled–

–on one of the doves! You wanted to adopt Sunday and his sister, Robin, but someone had already reserved her. ˙◠˙

With a grunt, you loaded the trunk with the cage, food, toys, and other necessities that would ensure Sunday’s comfort. He was placed in a little carrier with wide holes to breathe and see through, big enough to freely move around as you secured him in your passenger's seat. 

Throughout your drive home, you could hear him pacing around in his carrier. Your fingers tapped on the steering wheel as you would glance at him every now and then. You were starting to get worried about him, not wanting to cause a lot of stress for him on his first day in his new home. 

When you finally reached your house, you quickly unloaded your car and brought him in, careful to not tussle the box. 

Your home was pretty big but cozy. You had a guest room in case any of your friends were to come over, and two bathrooms, one being part of your room. Lucky you. You had decided on making the guest room Sunday’s new room so that he could fly around freely. 

Constructing the cage was pretty easy, it had a large space with some perches and toys for him to entertain himself with when he wasn’t flying around outside. You hoped he would like it. 

Carefully, you placed the box inside and opened it, closing the cage door so he wouldn’t fly out in a panic and hurt himself. 

“Sunday? You can come out now, I have your new home set up.” You watched as the dove slowly inched his way out, head tilting in different directions as he observed the area. You already left some food and water for him, organizing the rest into containers with a corresponding label. 

“Liking your new home?” You stared curiously as he climbed the walls of the cage, staring at you. Hesitant to move your finger towards him, you decided to show him your hands from a distance. “I’m much bigger than you but I hope you aren’t too scared of me, Sun.”

The dove had only continued to observe you before settling onto a perch, puffing his feathers out with his head tucked between his wings. Seems like he was ready to sleep.

With a chuckle, you brought out a blanket to cover his cage so he wouldn’t get frightened by any passing lights outside. With a soft ‘goodnight’, you closed the door gently and walked back towards your own room. 

—on a small, blond Norwegian Forest cat who had unique eyes. They were an extraordinary color, one you have never seen before with cats. Questioning the old lady about this, she could only give you a shrug, saying that he was rescued from an abusive home that adopted him from a breeder, so it could’ve been the breeder’s doing. 

Hearing of his past pained you, fueling your determination to give him a loving home.

Along with Aventurine, you bought him his necessities. Litter, cat food, a brush, etc… You even got him a collar, one that was quite pricey but glamorous, living up to his name. 

He was in his crate, his small body curled up as he peeked through the openings. Sometimes you’d put your finger near the holes for him to smell, his paw poking out as if reaching for you.

The lady had already filled you in on his vet details and history, providing you the necessary paperwork as you signed your consent. It was official, Aventurine was now adopted by you and placed in your care. 

“Please be gentle with him, he can be quite the troublemaker but he’s also a sweetheart. Come again soon!” With a wave goodbye, you brought his crate to the car which already had all his things in. 

The ride home was pretty quiet, it seems like Aventurine isn’t much of a talker. You smiled, finding his shyness adorable.

After you had put all of his things away into a guest bedroom, you opened his crate, watching as he slowly got out to stretch. He sniffed the area before cautiously walking towards you, smelling your out-reached hand before backing off, continuing to wander. 

You’d figured it would take some time before he got used to you. Standing up from your kneeling position, you started walking towards your room.

“I’ll leave the doors open for you to explore, Aven.” Of course, you left the bathroom doors closed, not wanting him to make a mess out of the toilet paper in there. You thought about the kitchen and living room, but there was nothing too dangerous for him to get into, so you let it slide. 

Cracking your door ajar, you crawled into bed, already changed into your pajamas. 

“Night, Aventurine.” You called out, hearing his footsteps pitter-patter against the hardwood floor. 

You hoped he would like it here.

—on a violet-blue ring-necked parakeet named Veritas Ratio. An odd name, but from what the lady had told you, it seemed pretty fitting.

“Veritas is an intelligent bird who requires much stimulation otherwise he’d get bored easily. He’s a bit standoffish, but he’ll warm up to you eventually.” 

…You were a bit nervous, but you were determined to build a bond with him. Birds have always fascinated you with their intellect and colors, their trust often being hard to obtain as they are both cautious and observant. When you were standing in front of Veritas’ enclosure, you made sure to read all the details and information about their breed so you knew what you were getting into. 

‘You’ve owned birds before, this wouldn’t be new,’ you thought to yourself, carrying Veritas to your car. The old lady was kind enough to walk you back to your car with all the necessities you needed, holding the bird food and toys while you carried the heavier things. 

After packing everything in, you secured Veritas in the passenger seat and started up your car, driving out of the parking lot and into the direction of your home. 

Every now and then, you would hear him flutter his wings, most likely stretching them as the carrier allowed him sufficient room to do so. It wouldn’t be long before you parked in your house’s garage, moving everything inside the guest room upstairs before bringing Veritas in. You could see him peeking through the holes, trying to get a glimpse of his surroundings.

“Let me set up your cage first and then you can come out, okay?” Setting him down beside you, you quickly got to work on building the cage, arranging some toys and perches for him. Once you were satisfied, you refilled his food and water bowl before picking up his carrier and opening it to let him walk inside. 

Veritas cautiously got out of the carrier, head tilting from side to side as he observed the cage. His eyes were pinning his surroundings, curiously walking around and climbing up the cage walls so he could sit on a perch. He turned his head to the right so he could get a good look at you.

“Hello.”

You slightly jumped in your spot, startled by the sudden greeting. You didn’t know he could talk, he was relatively quiet when you were in the store and during the car ride! Is he slowly warming up to you?

“Uh– hello! Welcome to your new home, do you..like it?” You felt a bit awkward talking to a bird, not really expecting any other answers from him.

“...”

Veritas didn’t say anything else, only continuing to look at you before he started grooming himself. You sighed, a bit relieved to see that he was comfortable and not stressed in his new home.

“I’m gonna head back to my room now, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Getting up from your spot on the ground, you draped a small blanket over his cage before turning off the lights. With a final goodnight, you gently closed the door with a ‘click!’, walking back to your room and flopping onto your bed with a sigh. 

–on a border collie named Boothill! He was quite energetic, sniffing all around you before sitting in front of your feet, staring up at both you and the old lady. 

“Boothill is a very protective dog, always following their owner and basically accompanying them during every task. He’s a sweet little fella, I’m sure you’ll love him.” The old lady gave Boothill a small pat on the head, offering the leash to you. 

“Here you are, young one.” 

Taking the leash from the old lady’s hands, Boothill immediately sat up and started dragging you around the store.

“B-Boothill! Where are you going??” You yelped, tripping over your feet as he sniffed around the aisles. He sat in front of a particular shelf, one full of dog treats. Ah, did he like a specific brand? 

Grabbing the one he was looking at the most, you read the label and ingredients out loud to yourself. The old lady had popped up next to you after you finished reading it, an apologetic smile on her face. 

“Sorry about that, Boothill can also be a little bit of a troublemaker.” She adjusted her glasses, looking down towards Boothill with a chuckle. “You naughty fella, don’t be too hard on your owner okay?”

Boothill barked in response, glancing up at you with his piercing red and gray eyes. He almost seemed to be making puppy eyes at you…

“I’ll get you this treat if it makes you happy, then.” You smiled, tucking the bag underneath your arm. You walked around the store with a small cart the lady had offered you, pulling different necessities off the shelves and putting them in the cart as Boothill strolled next to you. 

After paying for everything and getting all the documents you needed, you led Boothill towards your car and packed everything inside the trunk. He immediately jumped in the backseat, laying down as you buckled up and started the engine. 

“We aren’t too far from home, but be careful back there okay?” You glanced at him through your rear-view mirror, making sure he was comfortable before pulling out of the parking lot.

It took a while to move everything inside, but eventually, you had his little room all set up with his food and water. You let him roam around your backyard for a bit in case he needed to use the restroom, but he just came back to you after smelling around the fences and shrubs. Guess he was just getting used to his surroundings.

“Everything is set up in here, but I’ll leave my door open if you need anything.” You spoke, looking down at him as he sat beside your legs. You gave him a couple pets, moving to turn off the bedroom light before going to your own room. 

Unsurprisingly, he trotted after you, hopping onto your bed and kneading the comforter until he was satisfied. Chuckling, you pulled back the comforter and made yourself comfortable in your bed, feeling Boothill’s warmth near your feet. 

“Goodnight Boothill.” 

You heard a huff in response. 

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taglist - @vash-yuu

[gutlessbarbara]

; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝ 

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

    Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

    To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

    Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

    Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

    "I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

    "He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

    How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

    "Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

    Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

    "Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

[officialclangen]

ClanGen Resources Masterpost

Something not so cool is that you can really only find the majority of our resources via our Discord server, and that's frustrating and exclusionary. We get it! To help bridge that gap, Fable and Chibi have put together a list of our most useful resources.

This will be kept updated and maintained for all our friends on Tumblr, we hope folks find this helpful! All of these resources are made by the amazing members of our community. Thank you all for loving our game!

Download Guides

Image Heavy ☆ No Images ☆ Screenreader Friendly Our official guides for how to download the games. Look here if you need a helping hand!

Amaa's/Selkirks' Text Guide

Stable Release ☆ Development Version These guides are meant for save-file editing, giving you a quick resource to refer to when you want to change things about your cats! Amaa no longer works on this sheet, but Selkirks has taken over!

Kenz's Visual Sprite Guide

Stable Release ☆ Development Version Ever wondered what a sienna masked tabby looked like? Wanted to know just how many white patches there truly are? Look no further than here!

Cere's Tortie Guide

☆ Link ☆ Coding in a tortoiseshell or calico can be frustrating. This concise, easy-to-follow guide goes over how to do it, complete with examples!

Cere's Conditions List & Scribble's Conditions Guide

Cere's List ☆ Scribble's Guide These two guides go hand-in-hand (or... paw-in-paw?) to walk you through editing in conditions for your cats!

Acorn's Inheritance Guide

☆ Link ☆ Have you ever wondered just how ClanGen determines what a litter of kittens might look like? How in-depth IS our genetics system, anyways?! The wonderful Acorn will walk you through it here!

blackkat's Wildcard Tortie Checker

☆ Link ☆ This spreadsheet helps determine whether or not a tortoiseshell cat is a wildcard or not! Not sure what a wildcard is? See here!

Citrus' Clan Organizer

☆ Link ☆ A beautiful spreadsheet that helps track and organize your ClanGen Clans, for those who enjoy things like that!

Various Tumblr Resources

What can I expect, joining the Discord? I want to have the day-time backgrounds, but on dark mode! How are the allegiances formatted, if i want to write my own?

[exocynraku]

don't you love it when your cats are fish! (fanclan information i feel like posting below)

General

Felus Felaestus (Lama Wildcat) is a species of wildcat living on a large archipelago which eventually attaches to the mainland of a tropical country part of a larger continent. The area they live in is protected, as the part of the mainland they are connected to is a massive tropical rainforest. 

There are no human settlements in the rainforest on the mainland. However humans will occasionally show up in the rainforest and archipelago to observe wildlife and flora, including the cats. The cats are hostile towards humans! 

They seem to be the descendants of domestic cat and other local wildcat species’ offspring. However due to being secluded from other cat species for so long + the unusual nature of where they chose to live they have very unique traits!  Biology

They have webbed paws and large dew claws which can act as a thumb! Give it a couple hundred thousand years and some of them would probably become monkeys. 

They have a specialized internal organ which allows them to filter oxygen out of water and proper lungs. They are both aquatic and terrestrial. They have gills on their sides, and fur is thinner around them. 

They are slightly longer than most other wildcat species and have shorter legs. Their tails commonly appear tapered. Getting their tail cut off badly affects these cats, as it makes swimming much harder!  Archipelago

The country the Archipelago sits on is called Terangesia. The rainforest is called the Luas Rainforest, and the Archipelago is called the Lama Islands/Lama Archipelago. 

To the cats, the Archipelago is called Korallmeregang, and the Rainforest is called the Ygros Forest. 

There are approx. 17,000-18,000 islands, islets, reefs, and other formations within the Archipelago. 

The main problems facing the clans are predators, climate change, and infighting.

There are many predators which also roam the Lamas archipelago and the Luas Rainforest. Their main predators are the other wildcats around them, such as leopards and tigers. They also compete with dholes, sun bears, certain types of otters, and badgers. Alongside predators, there are many poisonous or toxic plants they need to watch out for. 

Due to climate change generally across the world and within the surrounding area, mostly due to deforestation of the Luas Rainforest, there has been an uprising in coastal storms, flooding, prolonged and severe summer weather, and altered rainfall. To the clancats, the long summers and coastal storms affect them the most. 

Due to various factors, the clans have somewhat different religious beliefs. This causes differences in morality, and leads to fighting between groups. It also can lead to infighting between the clans themselves at times.  The Clans, General  There are 4 clans within the Korallmeregang.

Penglihaclan lives, camp and hunt within the water itself on the end of one island on the Archipelago. They are relatively secluded from the other groups as they spend almost all of their lives underwater, however The Stellagenangan is within their territory. They are relatively mysterious and tend to be dehumanized by the other clans due to that. 

They are known as the alluring, diligent and solemn. 

Hangatclan partially in water and partially on land within the Archipelago. Their closest neighbor is (Gerejaclan), who they constantly switch back and forth in views on. Their camp is on the sandy beach of the coast, with little outward protection. Because of this, they are extremely adept in battle. However at the same time, they are known to be very relaxed. They take life for granted, and do not see death as ‘bad’. 

They are known as the candid, skillful, and pragmatic. 

Gerejaclan live partially in water and partially on land within the Archipelago. Their closest neighbor is (Hangatclan), who they constantly switch back and forth in views on. Their camp is in a coastal cave, protected by large and sharp rocks. They are extremely religious, conformative and strict. Their cats tend to be intellectually the smartest, though they have very large egos. However at the same time, they feel responsible for all groups on the archipelago (mostly due to seeing themselves as the best) and will often warn the other clans in advance about storms. 

They are known as the methodical, dauntless, and faithful. 

Temanclan live closest to the mainland, though still on the Archipelago. They are friendlier overall than the other groups, though have a bad reputation due to them wanting to be on good terms with the other local wildcats. They camp around a running river which cuts through the territory and leads to the sea. They hold joy and love over things like survival, which makes them a generally enjoyable group to live within, though makes them more susceptible to ecological tragedy. However due to them living more forested, they have a much larger knowledge of medicine. 

They are known as the cordial, magnanimous, and gregarious. 

The Stellagenangan (Stell-ah-ge-nang-en) is a pool in an underwater cave which all clans share. It is on Penglihaclan’s territory, and to access it you must swim beneath the island Penglihaclan dwells next to, then up and into the cave. The Stellagenangan is a pool of water which permanently glistens and shimmers, despite there being no light in the cave– instead it produces the light. As an addition: the territory they live on is based in Indonesia , which I'll also be referencing for flora/fauna. I've gained a recent obsession with using words from other languages to form cat names (See: Korakifovia, Aimaorasi, Nychtaakefia), and with these cats I've given myself Indonesian, Filipino, Malay, Tamil, Greek, Latin or English. A lot of the words used for clan names and worldbuilding here are either Greek, Indonesian, or a fusion of the two.

[forhappysake]

Fluffy Surprise

Author's Note: Not proofread and the first fic I've written in like six months so read if you dareeee

Summary: Reader decides to give Spencer a present when he returns to their new home.

Warnings: People with cat allergies, beware! (?) Fluff ofc.

You moved into the new house two weeks ago.  Technically, you moved all your stuff into the new house two weeks ago. In boxes. Lots and lots of heavy boxes.

Spencer had come up with a system, labeling each box with the room it would go into at the new house. You had worked together to pack everything, label each box, and unload the boxes into your new home. 

And it seemed like the moment he set the last box down and you were ready to start setting the place up, his phone rang. 

Spencer had been gone for one week. 

The case was halfway across the country, somewhere in Santa Fe. You couldn’t exactly be mad at him for being gone, but unpacking and trying to organize everything without his input was a nightmare. You were finishing the last box in your shared bedroom, carefully placing his clothes on wooden hangers and organizing them in the closet, when your phone rang. 

Spencer’s name lit up the screen. You answered quickly. 

“Hi, Spence,” you said, plopping down on the freshly made bed.

You could tell how tired he was from the long pause he took before responding. “Hey, honey. How’s the unpacking?” he asked with a small sigh. 

You frowned to yourself, worried about how tired he sounded. “Oh, it’s alright. I’d like you to look through all the rooms when you get home, just to make sure everything is where it should be.” You let out a soft laugh, “I also had a hard time hanging up all the pictures and paintings without you, so we may have to straighten some of them up when you get back.” 

Another pause followed, though this time you could envision him nodding to himself. “We can do that,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to do it all by yourself. I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” 

You rolled your eyes. “It was fine, Spencer. Besides, I’m pretty sure chasing a serial killer or something gives you an excuse.” 

He sighed on the other end of the line. “That’s what I wanted to talk about. We caught the unsub this evening. I’m hoping to be home late this evening, but it probably won’t be until after you go to bed.”

You smiled, content with the thought of him coming home to your freshly decorated home. “Oh, I’ll be staying up. I want to see your reaction to the place.”

“Alright,” he said, clearly too tired to urge you to go to bed instead with a list of facts about the health benefits of a good night’s sleep. 

You sighed. “As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I’ve got about fifteen more boxes to go.” 

“I understand. I should probably get some work done, too. Files, reports, you know how it is,” his voice was barely a whisper now, the exhaustion beginning to get the better of him. 

“Don’t work too hard, Spence,” you cautioned. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.”

“I won’t. I love you too,” he answered. The end of his line promptly went dead.

You looked around the bedroom, discarding your phone on the bed. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something you could do to make Spencer’s return home a bit more special. 

You sat up and leaned over, furrowing your brow and resting your head in the palm of your hand as you tried to think of things Spencer liked. Of course, Spencer liked a lot of things. He liked sweet coffee, puzzles, and a classic novel in some foreign language you couldn’t comprehend. 

None of those things were overly special, in your mind. As you sat and wracked your brain, a thought finally came to you. 

One month ago, walking by a local cat cafe, Spencer spotted the most beautiful calico. She had fluffy hair, one black ear, one orange. Her little paws were white and she was so well mannered. Spencer and yourself had gone in immediately and he had spent your time inside doting on the calico, whose name, you learned, was Calypso. 

You bolted up from the bed and out into the living room, finding your purse sitting among the unpacked boxes. You shot out to the car, and without a second thought, drove the ten minutes to the cat cafe. 

You said a silent prayer that the cat was still available as you pulled into a parking space across the street. As if on cue, you looked up to see the same cat lounging lazily in the window sill, green eyes poised on you. 

The adoption process was quick, quicker than you anticipated. Fifty dollars later, you were on the road with Calypso in the passenger seat, sitting demurely in the carrier the shelter had provided you with to take her home in. 

On the way home you had to stop at PetSmart to pick up a litter box, a few toys, and a scratching post with the hope that your new furry friend would not decimate your new furniture. Calypso remained in the carrier, watching quietly from the shopping cart as you agonized over which treats to get. 

Soon enough, you were on your way home. The moment you walked through the front door, you set the carrier down and allowed Calypso to wander free. She was tentative at first, gently sniffing the floor and getting the feel for her new surroundings. However, after ten minutes, she perched herself on the kitchen counter, looking quite like the queen of her own castle. 

You took this chance to open her new toys and scatter them about the house, as well as find a secluded corner for her litterbox.

For the rest of the day, the cat watched you unpack boxes. Beady green eyes noting your movements until you disappeared from her sight. Occasionally, if you left the room for too long, you would turn to find that she had followed you. In these moments, you would stop to offer her a gentle petting and giggle as she flopped down on the floor, furry belly up to the sky. 

It was six hours after his phone call that Spencer arrived at home. 

2:19 a.m. was the time on your watch when you heard the lock turn and rose to greet him at the door. Calypso, seated in the corner of the room on a side table, perked her ears up at the new noise coming from the entrance. 

Spencer locked the door behind him and turned to face you, reaching out and pulling you in for a long hug. 

You rubbed your hands up and down his back. “Are you happy to be home?” you asked, your voice muffled by his shoulder. 

“You have no idea,” he said. He pulled away only to examine the living room. Spencer nodded in approval. “It looks really good in here. You did a great job.”

You smiled warmly, nerves settling in your stomach as you realized he’d not yet noticed the cat in the corner of the room, who was still watching him with suspicious eyes. 

“Spencer, I have to tell you something,” you said, wanting to explain yourself for doing something as impulsive as adopting a cat while he was away. 

His face suddenly became very serious. “What is it? Did something happen while I was gone? Are you alright?” 

The questions came quickly and you shook your head to reassure him. “No, Spencer, it’s nothing bad. Here, come look.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him forward until the two of you were standing behind your couch in the middle of the living room. 

“Look around,” you said. 

Spencer’s tired eyes traversed the room. You watched as they landed on paintings, the television, the clock, and nearly everything but the cat who sat entirely still in the corner. 

“I don’t understand,” he said, brow furrowed. “Did you make some major change I don’t know about? If you did, I’m sure that it’s f-”

At that moment Calypso jumped off the side table. The soft thump that accompanied her landing on the floor was enough to stop Spencer in his tracks. Finally, you watched as the feline caught his eye. 

“You didn’t,” Spencer said, his voice barely above a whisper. His reaction wasn’t telling you much, and you were afraid that he was not pleased. 

You started trying to explain yourself. “Well, I knew that you had a long week. I wanted to do something special. I know how much you enjoyed spending time with her at the cafe and now that we have the space I figured…”

You trailed off. In the time you had spoken, Calypso had crossed the room, climbed the couch, and began butting her head up against Spencer’s hand. Panic was setting in. Why wasn’t he reacting? 

Just when you were about to push him to say something, you looked up to see a large grin plastered on his face. Spencer gently wrapped his arms around the cat and picked her up, holding her close and petting in between her ears. 

“This is the most thoughtful present ever. I love her,” he said. His excitement reminded you of a little child and pulled at your heartstrings in a way that could have made you cry. 

You sighed in relief. “I’m so glad.” 

With Calypso still draped over one arm, Spencer reached out for you, pulling you to his side. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you so much. I love her. I love you,” he said, smile still evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” you said, turning to face Calypso, who looked all too content to be wrapped up in Spencer’s arms. 

“I think she’s trying to steal my man,” you joked, nudging Spencer on the side. 

Spencer laughed. “I don’t think you have to worry too much about that. My heart has room for two lovely ladies.”

[nikoniclove]

A short blurb for @nerdy-mama who wanted Emily and glasses

First Sighting

You’ve been sleeping with them a bit. You’re still technically keeping track of how many nights it’s been, so it’s still new. You’re not better about waking up at their apartment per se, but you know you can make coffee and read on the couch with Sergio until they wake up.

This time you’re just waiting for Emily since JJ is away on a case with Rossi. Sergio has found a way to drape over your shoulder and the back of the couch, occasionally digging his toe beans into your neck or pawing at your braid. You don’t mind, as long as his claws stay tucked. His quiet purrs, soft fur, and his unique blend of mischief and cuddly is perfect, and you’ve loved the cat from the start. You boop his nose, tipping your head slightly when you scratch under his chin.

You hear her muffled footsteps, the change in sound between the carpet of the bedroom and the hardwood of the hallway, and look in the direction she’ll appear.

You’ve seen her waking up a number of times, but this morning you’re flustered. Glasses. She has glasses. Your heart skips a few beats. Emily yawns, rubbing her face tiredly and then stretching languidly; the silk of her robe shifts against her thighs. Her hair is still sleep-mused, and the glasses… fuck… the glasses. “Morning, love,” she rasps, her voice rough with sleep. Your mouth gapes open a bit. “Are you being a pain in the ass, Serg?”

Emily glances over at you expectantly. Right. English. Words. Speak, brain. Speak, you chide yourself. “Glasses,” you manage, which… sure, fine. It’s technically a word, but you were hoping your brain could come up with a proper greeting and not a jarbled one-word phrase like an utter idiot. “You wear glasses.” More words, not any better.

“I’m sure you’ve seen them before, or honestly, I’m just really bad about giving my eyes a break when I switch out my contact lenses.” She leans against the back of the arm chair, taking in your very obvious flustered appearance. “What?”

“Umm… they’re… uh… you look…” Her pearly white teeth pierce her bottom lip in the most flirtatious smile, and your heart flutters around, further exacerbating your flustered state of being. Emily waits you out, smug and intrigued. You swallow the lump in your throat. “You’re pretty.”

She walks toward you slowly, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips. “Yeah? You like the glasses, hmm?” You nod immediately, not trusting your voice at all the closer you get. “You want to show me how much you like the glasses?”

The halves of her robe float apart, and despite the swaths of pale skin, lean muscles, and heavy breasts now on display, you keep getting drawn in by the glasses. Maybe it’s the shiny black of the glasses matching the silky black of the robe. Maybe it’s the way it draws your attention to her beautifully brown eyes with her lusciously long lashes. Maybe you’re just head over heels in love with this woman and refusing to admit it. Possibly all three, but my god, you can’t even think.

“You are so fucking cute,” Emily hums, sitting next to you on the couch. The back of her fingers stroke your cheek, and your eyes finally flit to her lips and the coy smile encouraging you to act.

Back in the bedroom the alarms wail their alerts that it’s time to get up and get ready for work. “Mmm, guess we’ll have to rain check. Coming over tonight?”

“Yes,” you agree quickly.

It’s going to be a long day, and you’re going to have exactly one thing on your mind.

Emily Prentiss in her half-open silk robe, sleep-mused and perfect, with her glasses perched delicately on her nose.

[directdogman]

hiya dogman!! i've got a little question

as far as i'm aware, you like IASIP!

that being said, was mayor mingus inspired by maureen ponderosa at all? specifically the transition-to-cat thing lol,,,

just a question i had thought up while i was replaying chapter 2 :)

Nope, but I can totally see why you'd think that. Mingus' character is based on a bunch of separate things I wanted to include somewhere in the game that wound up being all fused into one character.

Basically, when I came up with the idea of Mayor Mingus, I initially imagined Mayor Mingus as male (the name is usually a boy's name.) I had a few other project drafts that used the name (because it's a funny name) and when I found out that the name means 'tenant of a manor', I figured it was the right name for my corrupt Mayor character.

I also really wanted to sneak my cat's head into the game somewhere and figured Mingus would be a good candidate. Having the game's villain have my cat's face seemed really funny in my head.

Then I had the idea to make Mingus a woman and pitched the idea to some collaborators, and they vastly preferred Mingus' female design (instead of just looking like Crown with a cat head.) The backstory for the cat head was a way to justify why Mingus had an organic cat head in the first place and the name, along with cementing her odd relationship with her paw paw in a more visual way.

[anticidic]

I keep talking about catzai, but cat!chuuya...he'd be such a dapper little fellow, but also capable of organized chaos when he feels like it

Like, he has his particular toys that he enjoys playing with, and Dazai will dangle a fake mouse in front of Chuuya to no avail. Chuuya just stares then looks away and goes back to grooming himself or loafing around

He's not necessarily high maintenance, but he loves structure. If he doesn't have his food ready at 6 am sharp, he'll paw at Dazai's door and sit by it meowing until he wakes Dazai up. Or if the door's open, he'll hop onto the bed and rub his face against Dazai trying to wake him up. And if THAT doesn't work, he'll tickle Dazai's nose with his tail and force him awake with a sneeze

He's a bit of a toebitter (but only with Dazai and because Dazai's dramatic reactions to being nipped on the toes or fingers amuse Chuuya)

Chuuya will come looking for pets and chin scritches only when he wants them, but Dazai will catch that rare moment of hanging out on the couch and cat!chuuya hops up and curls up next to him to keep him company

He likes falling asleep to the motions of having his back stroked and can be a purring machine when he wants to be (before he passes out)

Doesn't get late night zoomies very often, but if he knows there's a critter in the house, he'll plant himself right by a wall and refuse to move from the spot waiting for his time to strike. If he's running through the halls, then he's chasing something, and Dazai doesn't know whether to laugh or cry that he has another mouse that got in

Cat!Chuuya would either be the type to make biscuits in the blankets while he's staring down Dazai to assert his feline dominance or will straight up make biscuits against Dazai because it's comforting and he gets to bother Dazai