#dear miss dia

[evanpetersmybf]

All he asked for was you

Tate Langdon x female!reader

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

Genre: ANGST!! and some smut

Word count: 5,104

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevertheless, he couldn’t stay like this.

He had to do something real fast.

Today, 18:40

You were supposed to arrive at 19:00.

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

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

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

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

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

He loved you.

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

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

19:00

A knock on the door.

You arrived.

“DAMN IT!” 

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

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

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

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

Another knock.

19:07

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

You got the best of him. 

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

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

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

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

He was way too sweet.

Only if you knew.

Four weeks before today…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who. Is. He.

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

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

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

Tate was insecure 24/7.

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

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

Three weeks before today…

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

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

“Tate!”

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

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

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

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

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

Two weeks before today.

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

Probably a big mistake.

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

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

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

One week before today…

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

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

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

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

Today, 16:00

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

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

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

18:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude, calm down!

“NO! I fucking won’t!”

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

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

“Y/N. Y/N doesn’t deserve you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

18:30

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

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

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

Tate didn’t have any mercy.

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

18:38

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

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

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

19:10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tate, ‘m gonna cum! I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You froze. Maybe it was red paint? 

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

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

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

“What’s what?”

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

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

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

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

“CALM DOWN, PLEASE!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn’t breathe. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday morning, 11:05

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

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

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

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

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

08:00

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

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

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

10:40

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11:15

You went downstairs to find your family apparently mourning you.

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

Eventually, they explained to you what happened.

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

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

No, it couldn’t be possible. 

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

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

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

11:25

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

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

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

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

He became your biggest regret.

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

[harunayuuka2060]

Levi: ...

Child MC: ...Levi?

Levi: A-Ah, yes. I'm sorry.

Child MC: *stares at him curiously*

Levi: Sh-Shouldn't you be with someone? It's dangerous to go out alone.

Child MC: I was with Mammon earlier and we got separated.

Levi: That idiot-

Levi: ...

Levi: Do you know the way back to the house of lamentation?

Child MC: *shakes their head*

Levi: W-Well then. I will take you there.

Child MC: *holds his hand*

Levi: !!!

Levi: What are you doing?

Child MC: There are many people.

Levi: R-Right. Don't let go of my hand or you'll be lost again.

Child MC: *nods*

Child MC and Levi: *have arrived*

Lucifer: Can't you remember where you left them?!

Mammon: No! I- MC! I have been looking for you!

Lucifer: Oh dear- *rushes towards them and carries them up*

Lucifer: Do you know how worried I was?

Child MC: Levi saw me in the street.

Lucifer: Thank you, Levi.

Levi: Yeah, yeah. Just be careful next time.

Child MC: Thank you, Levi. *smiles*

Levi: ...

Levi: *frowns* Don't smile like that! *runs to his room*

Child MC: ...

Child MC: *turns to Lucifer*

Child MC: Luci, did I do something wrong?

Lucifer: No. You didn't do anything.

Mammon: Yeah. Levi is always like that. Anyway, where were we?

Mammon: Don't leave my sight again!

Child MC: But you were the one who ran off...

Lucifer: Mammon.

Mammon: Eek!

Child MC: Beel, does Levi hate me?

Beel: Levi?

Beel: ...

Beel: No. I don't think he does. Why? Is he being mean to you?

Child MC: No. But he doesn't like it when I'm smiling at him.

Beel: ...

Beel: MC, you just need to understand him. Okay?

Beel: There's a reason why he's acting like that.

Child MC: Can't I know why?

Beel: Unfortunately, you can't. At least not for now.

Child MC: Okay.

Diavolo: Ah! My sweet child! How have you been?

Lucifer: They're doing fine, Diavolo.

Diavolo: *chuckles* You don't need to answer for them every single time, Lucifer. Right, MC?

Child MC: *nods*

Diavolo: Oh. By the way, can you guess why I'm here?

Child MC: You skipped work.

Lucifer: *laughs*

Diavolo: I-No. I mean, *clears throat* Papa Dia wants to take you on a vacation.

Lucifer: *immediately frowns* And where are you taking them?

Diavolo: To many fun and beautiful places?

Lucifer: *stern* Diavolo, they're starting school soon.

Diavolo: What do you mean by "school"? We already talked about this. They're taking private lessons.

Lucifer: I want to send them to a school in the human world.

Diavolo: That is infeasible. You can't be gone for long away in Devildom.

Lucifer: Yes. Yes, I can.

Child MC: ...

Child MC: *decided to leave them to their discussion*

Child MC: Levi?

Levi: *crying in "MC's" room* What are you doing here? This place is off-limits*

Child MC: I was on my way to my room.

Levi: *wipes away his tears* That doesn't explain why you're here.

Child MC: Why are you crying? *goes to sit next to him*

Levi: ...

Levi: I'm crying because I'm missing someone special to me.

Child MC: Oh. *sad frowns*

Levi: ...

Levi: You missed someone too?

Child MC: *nods* I'm wondering if he's alright. But it's Rapha so... he's probably fine.

Levi: ...

Levi: *pats their head* We're the same then. Our special someone left us.

Child MC: Is yours not coming back?

Levi: ...

Levi: Yes.

Barbatos: Hello, Luke.

Luke: I'm not here for pleasantries.

Barbatos: I'm aware.

Luke: Did you already forget about the agreement between the three worlds?

Luke: That no human should ever step Devildom again?

Barbatos: I'm afraid there was never an agreement like that.

Luke: But you had acknowledged it!

Barbatos: Yes. However, the young master strongly went against it.

Barbatos: I am merely a servant. My opinion doesn't matter to him.

Luke: ...

Luke: I shouldn't have believed your words then.

Barbatos: My apologies, Luke.

Luke: ...

Luke: I will continue to keep an eye on you. Remember that.

Barbatos: I will. *then watches him leave*

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: It will never be the same anymore.

[littlecharmingenvy]

Diavolo Headcannons

Dia brainrot go brrrrrr (pls I love this man)

warnings: NSFW (MDNI), couple of kinks mentioned, Diavolo having a sub-par father, author not knowing how to take things seriously (aka, use of the phrase "dicked down crazy style"), uhhh I feel like I'm missing something but I can't think of it so if I am pls lmk

SFW

<3- He’s always been intrigued by humans; how such fragile creatures could have so much courage would never fail to amaze him. So when MC comes along, this sweet little thing who didn’t even know demons actually existed until a few weeks ago, he can’t help but be impressed on how little fear they show

<3- Immediately finds himself attracted to MC, but, of course, being the crowned Prince of the Devildom, he tries to keep things diplomatic. He didn’t want to risk a scandal, especially not now, since everything was finally working out to his liking

<3- MC recognizes Dia as the Prince, but because they didn’t grow up in the Devildom, they aren’t sure what that title exactly entails, so they stick to treating Dia like they would any other person, much to Lucifer’s chagrin and Diavolo’s delight

<3- With how casual MC is to Diavolo, he quickly finds himself falling for them, despite his best efforts not to. How could he be expected to not fall head over heels for them? Especially with their laugh when they’re caught off guard, or the side eye they give that seems especially reserved for Diavolo, when one of the brothers does something laughable. He feels special, as if their little silent conversations exist in a place no one can taint; its something just for them, and that’s something Diavolo has always yearned for

<3- As soon as he realized his feelings were something he couldn’t just brush over, he told MC. He’s a patient man, but he sees no point in hiding it from you, not when you two were already as close as you were. He swears his soul ascends to the Celestial Realm when you reveal that you feel the same

<3- Showers you in the finest jewels and gold (or silver if it matches your complexion better, cool toned shawtys gotta stick together FR). His father growing up only showed affection by gift giving, leaving Dia to lack any emotional warmth outside of material objects. While he tries to be better than his father, and is always praising you and showing love in any way he can, he especially loves giving you gifts, as that’s how he learned to show love

<3- He doesn’t mind receiving gifts from you, anything you give him he’ll cherish for the rest of his life, but he gets especially soft when you make him something. Little paper flowers? They’re the prettiest he’s ever seen. You bake him cookies? They’re the best he’s had in years (don’t worry, Barbs gets it). Give him origami you made in class when bored? He’s proposing then and there /j (/hj?). Just the idea that you thought about him and cared enough to make someone by hand makes him all soft and fuzzy inside. 

<3- Aside from handmade things, Diavolo adores quality time. Just having you sit near him while he’s doing paperwork or enjoying his tea send him over the moon

<3- Very protective. While he’s sweet with you, and would never let you see any other side, he is still a demon, and he would (and has) threatened or killed a few who wished harm on you, and he’d do it again without a second thought

<3- Loves loves loves pet names. Lover, My dear, Angel (ironic), Beloved, he hardly ever calls you by your name anymore

<3- Overall, very soft with his lover. He just wants them to know how much he loves and adores them

NSFW

<3- I know this is widely agreed upon fandom-wise, but I’ll say it again for good measure. Size. Kink. Seeing how small you are compared to him makes him want to rail you into next week. When you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, having to crane your neck up to make eye contact? Done. He’s dead. He died. It’s over for him

<3- You know monster fuckers? That’s how he feels about humans. Human fucker? Idk, but his enamoration with humans doesn’t stop in the bedroom

<3- Tries to be soft with you, really, he does. But at some point he just breaks, and he needs to dick you down crazy style then and there

<3- Praise kink, going both ways. He’ll tell you how pretty you are and how good you’re being for him, and will nearly cum when you tell him how good he’s making you feel

<3- He’s open to a lot of kinks, but isn’t likely to bring them up. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love experimenting though. Actually, it’s you who makes him realize he’s into a lot more than he thought he was

<3- Loves giving head. Really, good luck getting him off of you once he starts. He’ll be down there as long as you’ll let him, accidentally overstimulating you pretty much every time. But when he paws at your clothes and looks at you pleadingly, you can’t help but give him what he wants

<3- Generally, Dia’s just a big boy who wants to make his little human feel good. Boy’s absolutely whipped for you, and isn’t afraid to show it. Anyone who has a problem with it will be taken care of

[astaroth1357]

The Brothers are Damsels in Distress!!

I was flicking through my feed, saw something and went: "But what if Rapunzel??"

Content: Hints of Fairytale AU, but on crack

Scenario: One morning, through utterly inexplicable means, a portal opens up and drops one of the brothers into a cottage-style tower straight out of a fairy tale. The whole room is enchanted so they can't break out on their own. Their only means of communication are their phones and a crystal ball they can use to see what the MC and others are doing.

How are they taking this?

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer

This man is livid. Fuming. Almost apoplectic.

He has no idea what being has decided to put him in this position, but he's already planning on making them Cerberus' next chewtoy the moment he finds his freedom.

After establishing that he can't teleport out, break the walls, jump out the window, tunnel through the floorboards, or just blow up the room out of spite... he finally accepts his fate.

Lucifer... is miserable. He's doing his best to conserve his phone battery so he can still coordinate with his brothers from a distance, but watching them stumble around cluelessly through the crystal ball is honestly painful. He quite frequently shouts at the feed like a football dad screaming at a TV.

He puts all his hopes in MC and Dia coming up with something because everyone else is mostly useless... There were multiple instances where he just holds his head in his hands, resigning to the idea of being stuck there until he's just a dried out skeleton.

Even if they finally get to him, he won't be happy. He'll be humiliated by the whole affair and trying to anything in his power to save face and get out on his own as much as possible. Anyone who values their lives will forget that it ever happened in the future.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Lucifer! Lucifer!! Let down your-gah!!

*they rub their head and feel something wet hit their fingers*

MC: Was... was that a tomato?!

MC: You know what, fuck you man!! Go help yourself!! 🤬

Mammon

He's flipping out.

An extrovert like Mammon trapped in a room like that all alone?? He'll go stir crazy in three days tops!

It took twenty minutes and 3 selfies for anyone besides the MC to believe that he was trapped in there. ... Then MC raking his brothers over the coals for them to actually start treating it like a priority. He really didn't do it to himself this time, dammit!!

Mammon's ADHD brain is already going mad after a few hours of nothing to do. MC gets piles upon piles of texts ranging from, "Are ya any closer yet??" to "MC, if ya can't get me out of here, take care of Goldie for me... my car too."

They have to reassure him multiple times that he would not, in fact, die in there if they could help it. Though after his phone goes dead from the constant spam, they do start to worry...

If there was any bright side to the situation, Mammon gets to watch his treasured MC absolutely tear his brothers a new one if any one of them so much as think about giving up or postponing the search. Their anger is truly frightening... so good thing he isn't there! Ha!!

When they finally find him, he's never lept for the MC so fast... Literally. He literally jumps. He wants out of there FAST.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Mammon! Mammon!! Let down your-

Mammon: *leaps from the tower, knowing they'll find some way to catch him*

Mammon: FREEDOM!!!

MC: Oh dear God, don't just jump!!! 😫

Leviathan

Panicking like crazy and running around in circles. Can you even comprehend how many premieres he's going to miss like this?? The spoilers!!!

After the MC gets a hold of him through the phone and they tell him to hang tight and if he figures out where he is to let them know.

So uh... He had intends to keep his phone usage down to a minimum so he could conserve the battery life. However, he figures he could at least do his mobile game check-ins and the next thing he knows his phone dies during a weekly dungeon....

Honestly? His soul might have died along with it.

He spends a lot of time staring at the crystal ball, hoping in vain that one of his brothers will watch TV or something, anything that could give him something to do.

That was his only way of communicating with the others and, more importantly, the only source of entertainment an otaku like him could have in a room like this! Does he look like a cottagecore enthusiast?? No!!!

If anyone is in his bedroom, he'll try to zoom in on Henry's fishbowl and talk to him to decompress... He already feels like such an idiot for wasting his battery life. Henry, why is he so stupid...?

Yeah, he's going to be bored and moping until somebody comes to find him. But at least he won't mind the isolation as much so they're not too worried about him going crazy in there. He'll be fine... right?

Bouns:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Leviathan! Leviathan!! Let down your-

Levi: *scrambles to the window* MC, DID YOU BRING A CHARGER?!?

MC: PRIORITIES, LEVI!!!

Satan

He is naturally furious, but also weirdly intrigued. Is this like one of those escape rooms MC sometimes talks to him about...?

Much like Lucifer, he quickly finds that trying to break through stuff wouldn't get him anywhere... as the heavy countertop he smashed into smithereens again the wall shows him.

Tantrum out of his system, Satan is probably the most rational the seven. He does his best to communicate to the others where the tower is based on the landmarks he can see, but he also uses his phone sparingly to conserve the battery.

While they all work to track him down, he keeps himself busy by listening to their plans through the crystal ball or searching for any weak points on his own, because what good would just sitting around do him?

He's surprisingly flexible. If the group plans to look for him from above, he sets out cushions on the floor just in case of any falls. If they want to look for him on foot, he makes sure to light as many candles as possible to give them a makeshift beacon to guide them.

By the time that they actually find him, he's already figured out a couple ways to help get him out depending on the possible exit points and has prepared accordingly.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Satan! Satan!! Let down your-eh?

*they watch as a looong chain of tied together sheets, tablecloths, and towels gets tossed from the window, followed by Satan using it to calmly rappel down*

MC: U-uh.... Never mind! I guess you got this. 😅

Asmodeus

Asmo would be living his best life if only anyone could actually see him up there!

Asmo is all down for playing the role of the helpless, beautiful victim in need of rescuing but how is he supposed to pull that off if he's trapped all alone?? There's no attention! No pageantry!!

After getting the situation across to his brothers, he also kills his phone battery by posting selfies and livestreaming the situation to his adoring public. They're so scared for him, but he's not worried. MC will come find him, after all!

By the time they actually arrive to come get him, Asmo has already dolled himself up to play his newfound role perfectly.

After his phone dies, he keeps himself busy in small ways... Like practicing his relieved expression in a mirror for a few hours. Or using the curtains and his sewing skills to make himself just the cutest gown!

MC: *stand under the tower*

MC: Asmodeus! Asmodeus!! Let down your... hair...?

Asmo: ✨️COMING~!!✨️

*the MC watches as yards and yards of beautiful strawberry blonde trusses indeed gets thrown from the window above, all connected to a very hammy Asmo standing on the window sill*

MC: ... It's only been two days, how did you even grow all that?!?

Beelzebub

Very confused, upset, and hungry. Somebody please help him!!

The minute that Beel sends the message that he is trapped somewhere, it was really all hands on deck. MC and Belphie were freaking out of course, but all of his other brothers were just as worried as well. This is Beel here! He's going to be so hungry out there!!

And hungry he is. He went through an entire two weeks worth of rations stored in the room within an hour. By the end of the day, he's so mindlessly hungry that he starts taking bites out of the tables, chairs, and even his phone...

Since he can't use half of a phone, Beel has to watch his brothers work through the crystal ball while he gnats on the drapery, feeling guilty about making them all so worried...

At least this time his brothers don't argue nor fight with each other at all. Everyone understands what the priorities are and they follow whatever roles they are to the letter. They want to find him ASAP and they even take turns comforting Belphie with MC while they search.

By the time they find him, the whole family is willing to bust through the walls with pickaxes if that's what it takes to get to him. He would feel really touched by all of their efforts, but he's just so hungry... need... food.....

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Beel! BEEL!! I BROUGHT BURGERS!!!

Beel: MC... s-so hungry.... 😓

MC: You stay right there, don't move a muscle! I'm coming to you!! 😫

Belphegor

... Deja vu, right?

So this isn’t Belphie's first rodeo. He's practically a "stuffed up somewhere he can't escape from" veteran now. Though this place was more... cozy than the attic.

Call it the cow in him, but he's always had a soft spot for cottagecore. It's so homey and comforting, just perfect for lazy naps under fruit trees! The atmosphere is so relaxing...

So he naps. A LOT.

He ends up communicating a lot more sporadically with everyone than the others. Largely due to the long periods of unconsciousness. But like, could you blame him? What was he even supposed to do in there? MC would figure something out again.

Whenever he goes over to check the progress, he shoots out sarcastic texts about his brothers' dumb ideas to pass the time. It's very apparent how unconcerned he is about this from the get-go...

Does he know when they are on their way to get him? Surprisingly yes. Does he manage to stay awake until they show up? Unsurprisingly no. Go figure...

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Belphegor! Belphegor!! Let down your hair!

Belphegor: .....

MC: ... Belphie?

Belphegor: .....

MC: Bitch, are you seriously asleep?!

Belphegor: ....zzzZZzzz....

MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!

[ceruleanangel]

The Diamond of Zaun- Chapter Two

Pairings: Vi x Reader kiiiiinda Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: angst, kiiiiiiinda age gap! relationship

a/n: Chapter two everyone! this one actually gets into the plot so im really excited to see what y'all think. Also I'm making it to where Vi and reader are both 17 pre time skip, so around 24/25 after the time skip.

Also Also I've been binging some playthroughs of Final Fantasy VII and I'm absolutely smitten with Cloud Strife so don't be surprised if some drabbles of him come through teehee.

Chapter One

“I finally got a letter back”

Vi’s head instantly turned to you from the couch she was lazing on, 

“What does it say?” 

You held up the sealed envelope so Vi could see it. She quickly vaulted over the back of the couch to meet you where you stood at the entrance of the gang’s little clubhouse. She waits for you to open it, glancing back and forth between the letter and you, biting your nails in anticipation. “Oooh I can’t open it, I’m too nervous.” You extend the envelope to Vi, flashing a smile, “Can you do the honors?” Vi raises an eyebrow at you and tuts, but regardless, she takes the envelope. She messily tears it open, although careful to not damage the contents of the letter inside. She clears her throat and reads in a pretentious accent,

“Dear Miss Y/n L/n, 

With great pleasure, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Piltover Institute of Dance and Performing Arts-”

Vi wasn’t able to finish reading the letter before you grabbed her hands, jumping up and down squealing with excitement. You hop up on the boxing machine platform that has doubled as your mock stage over the years for your ‘grand performances.’ Mostly only for Vi. “I can see it now!” You spin on the stage, holding an air microphone, “Everyone will know my name…I’ll even have it in lights!!” You turn and smile down at Vi. You can feel your cheeks heat up as she looks up, smiling warmly at you. You nervously put down your hands and breathe out a small sigh of relief as she looks back down at the letter. Your excitement swiftly fades to confusion as Vi’s eyebrows furrow, and she continues reading,

“...and we eagerly await your presence on campus in Piltover one week from now… “ she looks up at you, the corners of her lips becoming down-turned, “You’re leaving us in one week?” You step down from the stage to stand in front of Vi once again. You don’t meet her eyes, looking towards the floor, 

“Well, classes would begin in one week so…” A moment of silence passes, both of you contemplating the limited amount of time you’ll now have together. You finally gather up the courage to look up at Vi and slip both of your hands into hers. She gazes back into your eyes, despite her tough exterior, you can sense the sadness in her expression. “I promise I’ll come back to you every weekend!” you convince, trying to coax a smile out of her face despite the melancholy moment. You pull her towards the make-shift stage, backing up until you can step up onto the platform. Your thumbs rub circles on her hands as you muster up your award winning smile, 

“You know that you’ll always be my favorite person to perform for.”

Current Time

It’s almost as if time had stopped, the way you stood frozen in the hallway outside of your dressing room. Your hand would have shaken if not for its stabling hold on the door. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as your vision became foggy, the image of Vi fading from the sight of her in front of you, to the way you saw her seven years ago, bloodied and…

“Hey Dia, everything alright?” the sound of one of the club’s bouncers jumpstart your brain back into motion. You look towards him then follow his eyes back to Vi and also another tall girl with blue hair that you don't quite recognize, standing behind her. “Is there a problem?” You’re about to open your mouth when Vi hoists herself up from the couch, and strides up to you, placing her hand on your shoulder as she passes.  You can only watch, mouth agape, as she turns to the bouncer, grinning at him “No, no problem here, we were just heading out.” She takes ahold of your hand and slips somthing in it, nodding to the bouncer and continuing down the hallway. The blue-haired girl follows close behind, skittishly looking between you and the bouncer before jogging to catch up with Vi. Who is that girl?

Once your brain catches up with the events that just transpired, you move to catch up with them, her name fighting to be freed from your throat, but the bouncer grabs your arm, “Yes?” you hurriedly ask him, you keep your eyes locked on Vi, desperate to catch up with the mystery that is currently walking away from you, carrying all your answers with it.

 “Boss left something for ya in your office.”

That catches your attention, and you turn to the bouncer, “the Boss did?” “Yep, came and dropped it off himself.” Thoughts fly through your brain once again but you quickly filter through them, the time-sensitive ones flying to the top.  You glance back toward the hallway and once you see it’s empty, you rush toward the door and glance out into the bar. Your eyes squeeze shut in frustration once you realize that Vi is already long gone. You turn, retreating to the back hallway, letting your head fall, but your gaze reminds you of a folded piece of paper in your hand. You quickly return back to your dressing room and open it up. You chuckle at the chicken scratch handwriting thats virtually unintelligible, that is, to almost anyone but you.

Meet me in an hour. You know the place.

Shivers ran down your spine. As time went by, ghosts from your past always seemed to go away, either fading into something else or being gone permanently. 

This was not a ghost you’d ever thought you’d see again

After boring holes through the folded, crumpled paper with your stare, you set the note down to get ready. But once you glance up, you're reminded of the ‘something’ that was left in your room. 

Not noticing the grand bouquet of fresh flowers sitting square in front of you on the dressing table goes to show the level of distraction that you are currently dealing with. You sit up in your chair, breathing in the scent of fresh tulips. You cup one of the buds in your hands as you glimpse the corner of a card peeking out from the center. You pull it out and have no trouble reading the excellent penmanship, 

My Diamond,

I’m so terribly sorry I had to miss your show, but I have no doubt you were as dazzling as usual, please do take these as an apology 

-S

Compliments and other such flattery have long since grown weak on you, having heard everything in the book, but you pretend to not feel a slight heat on your cheeks as you place the note back into the bouquet. Instead, you pluck one flower out of the bundle and arrange it into your hair, pulling it up and back away from your face. You quickly change out of your performance outfit and into something you can wear through the streets of the underground. You slip out into the night, heading exactly where you know you’ll meet the pink-haired ghost of your past. 

~

You make sure to listen intently to your surroundings as you traverse your way to the old clubhouse. It being abandoned and such, you never know who could be slinking around, especially with Shimmer affecting the citizens the way it does, causing them to find solace in the shadows. You wish you could retreat in such shadows, but the light always seems to find you. 

You reach the broken glass window and navigate through, without marking yourself on the shards. Scars wouldn’t be good. No one likes a damaged product. The glass crunches under your boot as you wander through a place you once practically lived in. Your hand brushes against the boxing machine that holds so many memories. You looked up at the leaderboard. If the power was on it would show Vi holding the top places, and many more after that. Without your knowledge, a smile began to tug at your lips as wetness started to well up in your eyes. Your hands blindly start to grasp to find the switch. 

“Don’t bother, they won’t work.” You didn’t need to turn your head to know who was speaking from behind you. Nonetheless, you whirled around, once again glimpsing Vi and an unidentified blue-haired girl. You had questions about her, but those could wait. 

“Vi, I-” “Where's my sister?” you two spoke at the same time. “...your sister?” you spoke after a moment of silence. Vi began to stride towards you, her voice becoming more intense and frantic.

 “Yes, where's Powder, I need to find her now-” 

“Vi where have you been?” Vi stops in her tracks, only a few feet from you as you cut her off. You can feel your throat start to close up as tears start to well in your eyes. You will not let them fall. Your eyebrows furrow in anguish and frustration, why did she leave you?

“I thought you were dead and - and now you just reappear like nothing happened?” You glance down at the shards splintered on the cement floors down below, trying to blink away the wetness in your eyes. “...not even ask how I've been?” 

There's a moment of silence between you, but you refuse to look up into her eyes. You’re scared of anything you might see on her face, sadness, anger, but most of all, 

Indifference 

You could have never imagined the sinking in your stomach when what you were afraid to see is instead delivered to your ears,

“I don’t have time for this-I don't even know why I bothered…you’re too busy galavanting on stage, prancing around for everyone- for Silco.” She spat the words at you like it was poisen in her mouth. You finally look up at her in time to see her turning her back, “...You don’t care about us anymore.” She begins to take a step away but she stops at the sound of your voice,

“You have no idea what I care about!” Your chest tightens and the tears run freely down your cheeks. Images of the seven years you were apart, the seven years you had to do what you could to survive, images of the Garden. Your head buzzes with anger and anguish, and you release it all out onto Vi. You aren’t aware of what you’ll say next, the feelings that have been built up over the last seven years cause words to stream right from your heart to your tongue.

“You have no idea what I have done to protect those I care about...including you.”

You don’t even take a minute to catch your breath before taking long strides towards the broken glass in which you entered. But instead of moving out of the way of Vi you aggressively bump into her shoulder, leaving her stumbling as you continue to the exit. You kick in the glass at your feet, trampling smoothly through the gaping hole. The cool air from outside in the alley blows through your clothes as if they weren’t even there, swiftly calming your hot head and bringing you back to reality. You take a deep breath and turn your head, just enough to be perfectly silhouetted by the neon lights blazing on from outside the valley.

“And by the way, it’s not Powder. Your sister’s name is Jinx.”

Chapter Three

[enmi-land]

hellair hellaur! it’s dia here (ik long time no chat) but ahhh i missed everyone so much!! hope you’ve all been doing okay and that you’ve been taking care 💖💖 it’s honestly been so empty not writing for mila and interacting with you guys, but i came back to make an announcement!! i officially decided thanks to the constant love and support from my readers and my dear selene (who i owe a lot for looking after this blog for me, love you so much bae 💟💟) that I’ll be back officially sometime between october and november!! so thank you for everyone who left such lovely messages while I was gone, and I’m sorry I could reply to everyone, but i didn’t want to stay online for too long or i might not ever leave 💖💖 but i just wanted to let you guys know personally that I’m doing okay, and that you won’t have to wait too long for more mila content 💟💟 thank you once again for your patience, i love you guys soooo much 💖💖

love from, dia

[mageofseven]

The UnDateables' version!

@libraryofua here's the other half of your ask~

Oh! Soli's part gets a bit...idk? Basically, they are just starting to initiate the whole lovemaking process. There's no smut though! It was interrupt lol but just a warning so you guys know~

•▪︎▪︎◇°●♡●°◇▪︎▪︎•

Diavolo:

MC stepped into her boyfriend's office just to see Dia trying to balance his pen on his nose.

He was supposed to be doing his work, but obviously the man was losing his focus.

At least she wasn't what was impeding on his work.

Dia dropped the pen and smiled as soon as he saw her.

"My Queen! What can I do for you, love?"

Face red a little red, the human continued over to his desk and sat in his lap.

The prince happily wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss.

"So...I learned something that might help us." She told him, watching the man raise an eyebrow. "I mean, I read something recently; apparently it's said that fertility doctors encourage men to not wear briefs when trying to conceive with their partners..."

"Why is that?" The prince asked, eyebrows still up.

"I guess it makes it too hot to...make a lot of sperm, I guess?"

Diavolo knew why she was bringing it up. The couple has been trying for a while now, even had one or two false positives.

The two desperately wanted to be parents so this whole situation was very upsetting for them.

Dia smiled and kissed his girlfriend once more.

"Alright, my Queen. I'll switch to different underwear for a while and we can see how it goes for us."

MC leaned in closer and hid her face in his chest.

"You think it'll actually happen for us?" The woman asked softly. "Will we ever get to have a baby?"

Dia kissed her head and rubbed her back.

"I know we will, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. "It'll take some time, but we'll get there and you'll be the very best mother."

Barbatos:

His girlfriend was hanging around the castle with him like she did most days; Barb was on the clock 24/7 though he occasionally took time off to take his Pet out on proper dates.

Still, his work was his life and MC always respected that, hence why she met him the middle and joined him as he worked.

Barb didn't mind it one bit and enjoyed her company; Diavolo had no qualms about it either and was always excited when MC would join them at the castle. The two even had tea together most days and talked during his breaks.

Today, however, his love seemed so distracted, even a bit distressed despite her best attempts at concealing it.

Nothing can be hid from Barbatos though, especially the emotions of the woman he loved so very dearly.

"Feeling down, my dear?"

"I...yeah." She mumbled. "It's been a bad couple days..."

Barb turned off the stove and turned to his girlfriend, giving the human his undivided attention.

"Has something happen, dear?" He asked. "Or has something been on your mind?"

"Yeah...you could say that." She mumbled. "Something keeps coming to my mind."

"And what is that, love?"

MC turned from her boyfriend and crossed her arms in a self-soothing gesture.

"I...I heard that men who were briefs are less likely to conceive with their partners." A blush creeped across her cheeks. "Do...do you think there's any truth to that?"

Barb raised an eyebrow.

"I cannot imagine such method to be a reliable source of birth control, but I suppose it could make things more difficult for those who want children." He watched his girlfriend carefully. "What brought this to mind?"

MC lowered her arms down to her stomach, almost protectively.

Barb's eyes widen at this action, his intuition tingling.

"I...I missed my period," The woman still refused to look at her boyfriend. "And I've been feeling so sick lately, I--"

Barb stepped forward and laid a gloved hand to the woman's face, gently guiding her to face him.

"We will have a doctor check over you immediately."

Barb didn't want kids. He liked them and enjoyed being around, but never wanted any of his own.

With his job being as time consuming as it was, it just didn't feel right to have a child that he had very little time to spend with.

Even more importantly, he worried about the potential child inheriting his future vision; it was genetic and, when not properly taught to control it, can be a torturous curse to give a person...especially a helpless child

But if his love was carrying his child, he'll do everything he can for them both.

Still, he hoped she was not. He hoped it was just stress causing her missing period and nasea; he hope the reason was something easy for him to fix

Because he didn't want to watch his girlfriend and child suffer because of him.

Solomon:

The two were in the middle of starting their intimate time when Soli noticed his girlfriend just mentally checked out and was staring at his boxers.

"Little minx?" The man laughed it off before taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gently lifting her face to meet his.

MC's face was bright red; she hid herself in her boyfriend's bare chest.

He chuckled.

"Your mind definitely went somewhere." He teased. "What were you thinking about?"

The woman squirmed against his chest, nervous.

Solomon wrapped his arms around them, hugging the suddenly overwhelmed woman close and kissing the top of her head.

"I won't be able to to help if you don't tell me, little minx." He cajoled softly.

"I-I heard..."

"Yes?" He pressed kiss to her neck, causing the woman to make a cute sound against his chest.

"I heard...that men who wear boxers...they can get their girlfriend's pregnant easier."

"If you are worried about this because of my underwear choice, I can use a birth control rune on you."

"No!" Her head shot up so she could meet his eyes. "Please don't!"

Solomon raised his eyebrows. What has gotten into his little Minx

"S-Soli," She squirmed nervously, eyes practically begging him. "I want a baby. Please. Please make me a mommy."

Solomon pursed his lips.

This...this was not a decision to be making when they're both in the mood and trying to do the very activity that could cause a child.

This is a new life his girlfriend wanted to make after all, something they had to take seriously and really think about.

Solomon, in truth, was indifferent towards kids. He liked Luke very much and saw the small boy as his friend, a brother even, but before him...well, it's been thousands of years since he had anything to do with children, or at least he assumed such.

This man has very little memory from before he became an immortal so it was mostly his intuition telling him that he was once around children for some reason.

If his little minx truly wanted a child...he would consider it.

Now is not the time though. Trying for a baby now would just be impulsive.

Solomon believed children were a serious life change that people take for granted.

Some people just assume that they have to have kids, that it's just a milestone you have to hit in your life

And not truly think about if they are ready for such a step, resulting in the quality of their child's life suffering.

If Solomon has a child with this amazing woman...it's only going to be when they are both ready so they can give this baby the best life possible.

He told his little minx these very thoughts, causing her to deflate.

Soli kissed her, a kiss so sweet and so hungry.

"You would be an amazing mother, my little minx." He told her. "However, it'd be better to wait and discuss this properly."

To MC's disappointed, they used the rune on her to keep her from becoming pregnant, but he worshipped every part of her during their lovemaking as an apology

And the next day, the two had a serious talk about their future, one that sent butterflies through her stomach

And prepared her for a real being to occupy the space.

Simeon:

Simeon had recently switched from briefs to boxers at his Feather's request.

Why his girlfriend was so interested in his underwear, the man didn't know, but he loved that sparkle in her eyes when he agreed to the change.

He never did ask her about it at the time why she wanted him to change them so badly, but over the next week, his curiosity started the get the better of him and so he asked the human

Whose face went as red as a tomato.

"My Feather?" Simeon raised his eyebrows, surprised at her reaction.

"I...I..." The woman was at a loss for words and looked...sad? Was this really such a difficult topic for her?

The angel suddenly felt guilty for asking.

"MC, you don't have to answer; it's alright, my lamb." He pulled her to him for a hug, leading to MC shaking her head against his chest.

"No, no, I...we need to communicate." She insisted, but still sounded anxious.

The human pulled back to look up to his eyes.

"I...I heard that men who wear boxers have an easier time getting their girlfriends pregnant." She told him before quickly adding. "I-I know thats not an option for us! I know we can't! I just..."

The woman started crying into her boyfriend's chest. Simeon held onto her tightly and stroked her hair.

The two could never be parents. MC can never be a mother and have his child, though Simeon knew she'd be the most amazing mother.

Angels can't procreate; that's what he was always told. He can't give her the child she desperately wanted.

Not to mention their relationship being taboo and having to be kept a secret. Only Solomon knew about it and that was only because the sorcerer was too observant for the couple's own good.

Even if Simeon could give her a baby, one she craved so desperately and more than deserved, it would just complicate things and make it even more difficult for the two stay together.

God, this made the angel so guilty, seeing the woman he loved more than his own soul cry, actively mourning her empty womb and childless arms.

MC essentially wanted him to wear boxers because it became something comforting to her, an element that helped her imagine, to dream of the baby she wanted them to have so desperately.

Simeon couldn't give his girlfriend the child she deserved, but if him wearing boxers gives his Feather even the slightest bit of comfort to her beautiful heart...he'll wear them till the end of his existence if he must.

[tautline-hitch]

flipping back thru Pharsalia VI to appreciate the Medusa images associated with Erictho there (re snakes) & for some reason i snagged on this passage, 695–706:

Eumenides Stygiumque nefas Poenaeque nocentum  et Chaos innumeros auidum confundere mundos et rector terrae, quem longa in saecula torquet mors dilata deum; Styx et quos nulla meretur Thessalis Elysios; caelum matremque perosa Persephone, nostraeque Hecates pars ultima, per quam  manibus et mihi sunt tacitae commercia linguae, ianitor et sedis laxae, qui uiscera saeuo spargis nostra cani, repetitaque fila sorores tracturae, tuque o flagrantis portitor undae, iam lassate senex ad me redeuntibus umbris, exaudite preces.

Hail, Eumenides—Stygian Horror, sinners' Punishments; Chaos eager to tumble countless worlds together; Ruler beneath the Earth, tormented age after slow age by divinities' deaths postponed; hail, Styx! and Elysian Fields where no Thessalid earns a place; Persephone, who spurned heaven and mother; our dear Hecate’s infernal Aspect through whom the mute tongues of ghosts and my own commune and the Gatekeeper of the gaping abode, who tosses human flesh to the ravening Hound; hail, the Sisters who'll spin this thread anew; and you, Ferryman of the Fiery Wave, old man long exhausted by shades returning to me: all of you, heed my prayers! (JWJ)

alright okay invocation of the underworld powers. not too unusual but where have i just—

Dite Pater, Proserpina dia, Canes Orcini, Vstores inferi, Ossufragae, Laruae, Furiae, Maniae, Aues nocturnae, Aues Harpyiae, Ortygiae, Virga, Ximaera, Geryones, Siredonas, Circe, Gegantes, Spinx, uos precatur et petit, rogat uos, numina deum inferum, qui suprascripti estis…

Dis Pater, divine Proserpina, hounds of Orcus, infernal body-burners, Bone-breakers, ghosts, Furies, Manias, Night birds, Harpy birds, Ortygians (?), Virga (?), Chimaera, Geryons, Sirens, Circe, Giants, Sphinx, [the writer] begs you and beseeches you, asks you, powers of gods of hell who are written above…

—right. caecilia prima curse tablet (AE 2007 260). which raises several questions for me. like are lucan's snakes entering the magical tradition (the tablet is late first century ce)? or was lucan familiar with magic himself (apuleius girl what were YOU doing at the devil's fishmarket moment). or is there a shared referent that i'm missing? very possible!

[cryptidtyping]

Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience. 

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for- 

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork. 

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door. 

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?” 

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’. 

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names? 

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.) 

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again. 

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?” 

An olive branch. 

Again. 

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way. 

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut. 

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

X

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’. 

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers. 

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited. 

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp. 

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!” 

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away. 

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it. 

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass. 

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“ 

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you. 

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately. 

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight. 

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last. 

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you). 

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest. 

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot. 

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin. 

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm. 

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give. 

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft. 

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips. 

“For you, anything.”  Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance. 

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust. 

You loved it. You loved him. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell. 

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest. 

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

X

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.  

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

X

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

X

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.

[yoonia]

Dear Dia,

🖋️ ⇝ please show me the couple from 'of bears and bonds' 🥺 I don't want an AU, I want to know how they are 😭 are they happy and safe?

Also, how many of 🖋️ can we ask? 🤭

Awww I missed this couple so much. Haha I guess you know already, but feel free to send my any headcanons or fics for me to create something on as much as you want, as long as it's within the time period I've set for the event. I have the rest of the month to work on this, so I can space out between visual moodboards and take my time with them (especially if I read some of the submitted fics first lol)

Anyway, here's our lovely werebear and his witch mate in their new home, with a little snippet of their life after their mating:

— 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 — Soon after Jin and his mate joined Beta Taehyung of Wolf Moon Pack, they were gifted a new place to live and settle down in their new homeland. To appease Jin and his mate, and to convince them to be a new Beta pair for the pack, Alpha Namjoon from the Wolf Moon Pack gave them a small property located at one of the secluded area of the pack land.  Their new cabin is built on the top of a hill, right at the heart of the woodlands surrounding the Wolf Moon Pack's territory. Here, the couple can live their daily life at peace. Away from the bustling pack life, where Jin can freely roam around in his giant bear form from time to time without bothering his new pack mates, and his witch mate can continue practicing her witchcraft, while offering help for their pack mates who are in need by using her magic and special potions.  To reminisce the beginning of their destiny, the cabin was designed similar to the old cabin that they lived in during the winter—with a bigger bedroom and some smaller ones for their future family, a special space for his mate to work on her magic practices, and a bigger, better fireplace for Jin to warm himself during winter.  ✎ Of Bears & Bonds by @yoonia

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊: dia's birthday bash 2024

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Lost in Sardinia Part 5/8

Ooof, this chapter. 😮‍💨

It's a long read and I received some great advice following the last chapter, on how to use the correct warnings for chapters that are explicit or triggering in anyway.

I don't think this chapter need any warnings, other than that it deals with anxiety and confrontation.

Summary - Ruben is on a getaway in Sardinia. There he meets a girl named Fiorella. She starts to wonder why Ruben won't tell her what exactly he is getting away from, or even what his real name is.

Enjoy!

Fiorella stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her bridesmaid dress. Chiara's dress fitting happned at a beauty parlor in town, the owner of the parlor was a seamstresses who happened to be a dear friend of Nonna's.

"What is this Chiara? Are you having a wedding or a funeral?" Sophia studied her bridesmaids dress in the mirror, looking very displeased with the choices Chiara had made for them.

"Don't be bitter just because the dress has no cleavage." Chiara chuckled. She came up behind Fiorella, resting her chin on her sisters shoulder. "How do you like the dress Rella?"

"It's fine."

Chiara frowned. "Just fine?"

Fiorella raised her head, realizing that she had been drifting away. "I mean it's perfect Chiara, it's really pretty."

"Don't lie now Fiorella. The two of us can still vote for another dress."

"You wouldn't?" Chiara gasped.

"Watch me." Sophia challenged. "I'll tell Miss Bedotti right now."

"No you won't. Get back here Sophia!"

The two of them ended up chasing each other around the beauty parlor. Fiorella kept tugging at her dress in front of the mirror. She had to agree with Sophia on this one, she wasn't feeling the dress. Not because it showed too little skin, the opposite really. Fiorella's eyes fell upon the reflection staring back at her, she couldn't shake off the feeling that the dress showed too much skin, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"Okay, fine." Sophia surrendered, sruggling to catch her breath. "Since it's your wedding and all, I guess I can compromise on wearing an ugly dress. It's only for one day, right?"

"Geee Sophia, how generous of you."

The the two of them returned to the big mirror where Fiorella stood.

"It settled, you're wearing the dress." Chiara said victoriously.

"Great."

"Fiorella, what's with you?" Chiara met her sisters reflection, expressing her concern. "Why have you been so down lately?"

"Haven't you heard." Sophia fell back against one of the leather sofas. She reached for the tray of pastries placed on the table before her.

"Heard what?"

"Fiorella has fallen for some tourists in town. I'm assuming it's not working out so well."

"Is this true?" Chiara said, turning back to meet her sister gaze in the mirror.

"Apparently he's some kind of big shot hiker from Portugal. What was his name again, Rory?"

"Ruben." Fiorella hissed. "His name is Ruben."

Fiorella told her sister about her troubles in confidence. After what happned with Ruben on his boat she hadn't been able to shake the nasty feeling in her gut, the feeling that what happned between them wasn't right, and so she told her sister about it, or at least about the mixed emotions that she had.

"Why am I informed about this now?" Chiara said, hurt to be the last one to know about Ruben.

"Well for starters, you're never here." Sophia picked at somthing stuck between her teeth. "How could you possible know anything that's happening in our lives if you're never here?"

"Don't start Sophia." Chiara sighed. Her attention was brought back to Fiorella. "Tell me everything about him, where did you guys meet? Is he cute? Is he old?"

"He's older than me, yes. But only by a few years."

Fiorella had actually forgotten to ask Ruben his age. She even tried to do a background check on him, but she couldn't find anything googling the name Ruben Sanchez, adding 'hiking' as a reference. The hiking community must not be that big.

"I would love to meet him." Chiara said, cheerful as ever. "I know! You should invite him to the wedding, as your date."

"What?"

"What?

Fiorella and Sophia seemed to agree that Chiara's suggestion was a bad one.

"Why not?" She insisted.

"Well I don't really know him that well." Fiorella said. "We've only gone out once."

"Go out again. Make sure to ask him then."

"Chiara you're such a fool." Sophia said, rolling her eyes. "Fiorella is clearly not that into the guy, right sis?"

"Like I said..." Fiorella straightened her dress. "We've only gone out once."

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A day passed.

Fiorella still hadn't gone for a swim at the docks since her night with Ruben. In a way she was avoiding him. He did know where she lived though, so it wasn't like he made an effort to get in touch with her either. Perhaps Sophia was right, the best thing would be to forget about him entirely. What he wanted from her she didn't feel comfortable giving to him. It had just come as suprise, a surprise that Ruben wasn't who she thought he was.

"Acqua!" Fiorella's little brother exclaimed. The two of them eagerly made their way to their local beach in Sardinia.

Compared to the docks, the beach swarmed with tourists, however, the sun shone brightly overhead, casting a golden hue on the crystal-clear waters. It was the perfect day for an adventure, and Fiorella had been longing to swim again.

With her snorkel gear in hand, she led Dino to the water. She took it upon herself to teach him how to dive for clams. She taught him the basics of diving down and scouring the sandy ocean floor for the elusive clams. With each successful find, Dino's face lit up with joy and curiosity. Though they only managed to catch a few, Fiorella reveled in the moment, making memories with her brother that would last a lifetime.

As they made their way back to the shore, clam shells clutched in their hands, Fiorella's heart skipped a beat. There, standing near the edge of the beach, was Ruben. He wore shorts, no shirt. His hair and torso damped with sweat. He looked to have just returned from a hike up the mountains near the coastline. Ruben's eyes widen as he recognized Fiorella. Spotting her, he raised his hand, waving for her attention. 

"Fiorella."

He said her name with such longing, as if the two of them had gone a year without seeing each other.

"I've been wondering where you've been."

Impossible, she thought. She had been home, on the farm. Where else would she go? Her sister was getting married, Fiorella was pretty sure that she had shared that with Ruben. Either way, her cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and pleasure. She hadn't expected to see Ruben again so soon.

"I've been taking my little brother Dino snorkeling for clams," she explained, gesturing towards Dino, who flashed Ruben a toothy grin.

Ruben looked impressed. "Snorkeling for clams? That sounds like quite the adventure!" He was leaning towards Dino when he said this. Dino who proudly showed off his catch of the day, two palourde clams, clutched in his tiny little hand.

"You caught those by yourself?" Ruben asked, brightly.

Dino eagerly nodded his heads.

"How impressive."

"Give him one." Fiorella said, nudging Dino towards Ruben.

With his hand out, Dino heaved up to his toes, trying to hand the giant that was Ruben his clams. Ruben met him halfway way, crotching down in the sand before him.

"Thank you." He smiled, accepting the clams from Dino.

Fiorella's head tilted as Ruben stood. He noticed the sun irritating her eyes and moved to block it with his body.

"Have you been busy, with your sisters wedding and all?" He asked.

So he was aware.

"Not that busy." She muttered.

Ruben's eyes search her face, perhaps not sure of what to make of the distance in her gaze.

"If you aren't too busy with the wedding...." Ruben scratched the back of his head. "I'd like to see you again, to maybe..." His eyes shifted to Dino then back to Fiorella. "...maybe talk things over?"

Fiorella nodded, she wanted to talk. She needed to talk. "I might be free tonight."

"Well...you know where to find me." He shrugged.

Fiorella nodded. Her and Dino then bid their farewell.

Returning home Fiorella had a decision to make and it was either gonna make things better or worse.

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"We'll be waiting for you right here Fiorella, don't worry."

"Will you shut up." Sophia hissed.

Fiorella had told her sisters about meeting up with Ruben again. She had also expressed some of her worries about him, mostly the fact that he was some what a stranger to her.

Chiara volunteered to accompany Fiorella to the docks, which seemed like a sensible move for a big sister. Sophia, however, had her own agendas for coming. She said it was mainly to see how ugly Ruben was.

"Just give us a call if somthing goes wrong." She said, holding Pluto in his leash.

The presence of the three of them calmed Fiorella's nerves as she made her way to the docks, towards Ruben's boat.

As she stepped onto the sleek white vessel, Ruben greeted her with a smile. "Fiorella, it's so good to see you," he said, his voice filled with exuberance. "I've missed you."

Fiorella nodded, forcing a half-hearted smile. She followed him onto the deck, taking in the panoramic view of the marina. The afternoon sun reflected off the tranquil waters, casting a warm glow on the surroundings. Fiorella's uneasiness began to subside as the memories of how she and Ruben first met returned to her. It gave her hope that maybe they could work thinks out, that that night was simply a misunderstanding.

Her hopes were shattered though, when Ruben released the boat from its stationary ties and steered it away from the docks. Panic surged through Fiorella as she realized they were leaving the safety of the harbor and venturing out into the vast expanse of the ocean. Her heart raced, and she stumbled backward.

"Ruben, what are you doing?" she cried out, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. "I thought we were going to talk things over, not go sailing."

Ruben turned to face her, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "Fiorella, trust me. We need this."

Fiorella's fear turned into anger. She had agreed to meet Ruben under the assumption that they would have a conversation, not get trapped on a boat with him alone. Her mind raced, searching for a way to assert her independence and regain control of the situation. She could scream, her sisters could hear her and alert the police. They were drifting away fast though. Too far away for her sisters or anyone else to hear her scream.

"I didn't agree to this, Ruben," she said firmly, her voice filled with determination. "You can't force me to be here. Take me back to the docks right now."

Ruben's smile wavered slightly, but he kept his hands on the wheel and continued steering the boat farther from the shore. "Fiorella, please. Just give me a chance. I believe we can still make things right."

Anxiety flooded Fiorella's mind as the boat sailed further into the endless blue waves. She searched her surroundings desperately, seeking any opportunity to escape and find safety. But miles away from land, there was no one to hear her cries, and no means of escape.

As the magnitude of her situation sunk in, Fiorella realized that running away from Ruben was no longer an option. She had to confront him, face her fears. With newfound determination, she looked Ruben in the eye and spoke with unwavering conviction. "Ruben, I can't change the past, and I can't predict the future," she said, her voice steady. "But I do know that I cannot be with someone who forces me into situations I'm uncomfortable with. If we are to have any chance at all, it must be based on trust, mutual respect, and open communication. Take me back to the docks, or I will find a way to get off this boat myself."

Ruben's expression softened, and he finally acknowledged the seriousness of Fiorella's words. He nodded reluctantly and steered the boat back toward the direction of the marina.

Fiorella felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that her confrontation with Ruben was a crucial turning point, and she had reclaimed a small part of herself that she thought she had lost.

As they approached the harbor, Ruben docked the boat just outside of the reef. Fiorella felt more relaxed knowing she was no longer trapped in the middle of the ocean. And now, if things went really south, she could always jump ship and swim back to shore.

"Ruben." Fiorella ran a hand down her face. "What happened that night, If that's the kind of stuff you're into...."

"It's not."

"You sure, because you seem pretty fucking into it."

"I know Fiorella, but I made a mistake. I'm really sorry."

"I'm not looking for an apology Ruben. I'm just here making myself clear. To me that can never happen again, not now, not ever."

"If I could take what happened back, I would. But the truth is...."

"What?"

"The truth is that...."

"What is it Ruben, just say it."

"Look." He sighed. "I've made some mistakes, alot of mistakes that I have been trying to do right ever since I got here. Then one day you showed up and I started forgetting about my mistakes, the fact that I've jeopardize alot of things in my life for not dealing with my own baggage.

Fiorella folded her arms, indicating that she was listening.

"Meeting you, I wouldn't say it was a mistake, but it was selfish of me to get you involved in my shit. We should have never gone on that hike and I should have never brought you home with me that night. It's a mistake I'll never be able to undo. But trust me when I say that I regret it more than anything, and that I'll understand if you never want anything to do with me again."

A minute of silence.

"I need some time...." Fiorella said.

"Of course, take all the time you need."

And with that he let her go.

As they docked the boat, Fiorella thanked Ruben for bringing her back. Without another word, she stepped onto the solid ground and returned to her sisters.

"Oh my god was that him? Where did he take you?"

They ambushed her with questions, questions that Fiorella didn't have the strength to answer right now.

"He was hot wasn't he? Look at the picture I took when he helped you onto his boat."

Fiorella's eyes couldn't focus on the screen Chiara flashed before her eyes. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

Ruben had alot of baggage, she thought. Things that he wasn't and perhaps would never tell her about. Fiorella asked if what they had for a brief moment was worth fighting for? Was it worth getting involved with someone whom she knew was keeping things from her? In her current state Fiorella felt that it probably wasn't worth it.

[celestialanon]

Mornings with them

Hello dear readers! I was hoping to get this one out soon! For this set I excluded Beel for the soul reason that I made a separate post of mornings with him here-

I hope these meet to the same standards and that you enjoy these, I was excited to write it for each of them!

Lucifer

Without a doubt, he’s always up and ready early in the morning. He had work to do, events to coordinate along with Diavolo. He was always on a strict schedule. That's why you felt your heart rate immediately pick up when you found him still lying next to you, a tight hold on your waist and deep in sleep.

You knew he didn't like missing important meetings, and that it could make him grouchy. So without a second thought, you hurriedly grabbed onto his shoulder gently rushing him awake. His brows furrowed and he tried to ignore you at first, but slowly his eyes managed to blink open. He looked at you in a confused haze.

"D-Dear- You have a meeting with Dia today. Fifteen minutes." You brought your phone up to show him the time, and suddenly he was pushing himself up. He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second, slight dizziness overcoming him. Being the good lover you were, you got up yourself to help get him ready.

He took some time in the restroom, dressing himself and brushing at his teeth while you got his paperwork together. He had a file he took with him to every meeting, so you made sure he had everything he needed in there. You placed a pen at the top of the file, setting everything neatly for him to grab.

When he exited the bathroom, he still looked in a rush. He went over to the desk, barely smiling while thanking you as he reached for the file. You stopped him for a second, holding in your laughter as he stared at you in confusion.

"It's alright, you won't be late. Let me help you with this." He paused as you moved your hands to his chest. He had forgotten a few buttons on his uniform, so you fixed it up for him. Even patting him down to smooth out the wrinkles. You fixed the small drape over his shoulder. He just finally let out a bigger smile, letting you tidy him up before grabbing his things.

"Thank you. I apologize for such a hectic morning. I hope to make it up to you next time." You shook your head, planting a kiss at his cheek before patting his chest again.

"I don't mind hectic mornings. It keeps me from staying in too late." You gave him a cute grin, and he pinched your chin with a bit of a laugh.

"I wouldn't mind a few days in with you." He spoke truthfully, and really, he could use the extra sleep from time to time.

Mammon

Occasionally, you would wake up to the sound of blaring music left by Mammon. It was often rather annoying and left your mornings sour, so you were pleasantly surprised to have found yourself woken up to nothing of the sort. You turned over to your favorite demon fast asleep beside you. He was cute when relaxed, he didn't sleep in often, so it was sort of a rare sight to see.

But there was a despicable part of you that wanted to get him back. For every time he has woken you up so abruptly, and you were no angel. Revenge slowly overtook you as you slid out of his hold, tip toeing away from the bed. You heard him groan when you pulled away from his hold, his hands grabbing at nothing. He grumbled something to himself, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bad. But you must persist!

You snuck your way over to his speakers, scrolling through your phone over what song to play. Maybe something raunchy, or maybe you'll be nice a play something more soft. You turned to look at Mammon's figure. He was looking for you, his body crawling into your space before he whined, patting the bed in loss. He was slowly beginning to wake up, peeking an eye open and feeling rather disappointed to not find you right next to him. He mumbled out your name, hoping you'd answer him from somewhere, but instead he was startled up by some loud beat coming from his speakers.

His room was drowned in noise as he whipped his head toward the source, finding you standing with your phone in hand, a large grin on your face. His mouth dropped open, his hands going up to cover at his ears and scream at you.

"What do ya think you're doing, Mc?! Turn it off!" You could barely hear him, watching him grit his teeth when all you did was laugh, threatening to turn it up even louder. He said something under his breath, falling back into the bed and stuffing his pillows against his ears. You let the music play on for a bit longer, before finally showing some mercy and turning it down. Besides, if you didn't, you'd get a scolding from Lucifer. And nobody wants to deal with that.

You moved back over to the bed, feeling a wave of satisfaction run over you from giving him a taste of his own medicine. You stood at the edge, hands on your hips as he blinked his eyes open. His grip loosened on the pillows, a frown appearing when he set them down and stared back at you. You shrugged your shoulders, not really feeling bad for what you did.

"Doesn't feel that good when you're the one being woken up, now does it?" You teased, and you could see his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. You wanted to walk off and reward yourself with a morning coffee, but Mammon immediately sprung up to throw his arms around you. A big huff of air left your stomach from being pulled back into the bed, Mammon pushing his face into your back. You grabbed his arm with a smile.

"... Don't leave the bed again." You rubbed your hand over his arm, warming him up with your touch.

"Miss me that much?" He grumbled into your back, his hold getting tighter. Of course he missed you Mc, why would you let him wake up without you in his arms? How cruel....

Leviathan

It was a distant sound that had awoken you first. Well, most of the time you were the first to wake up between you two anyways. You felt yourself warm and snug, the haze leaving your mind as you noticed Levi's face buried into your neck.

He was snoring ever so softly against your skin, and you couldn't help but smile. You brought your hand up to stroke at the ends of his hair, moving down to his neck. He was a bit cold to the touch, and you could feel him lean into you further. His hand that rest on your back had moved under your shirt, finding refuge in the warmth of your skin.

You shifted gently against him, pushing yourself up from your spot. He whined softly, his hold on you getting tighter, but you managed to sit up just a bit, your eyes turning to the tv. The game over screen was on display and had some music repeating itself. You sighed to yourself, realization dawning on you that Levi must have been up most of the night again.

You looked down at him with a frown, noticing the bags under his eyes as he attempted to hide himself against you again. You scooted back down and propped yourself up on an elbow, brushing a few strands of hair from his eyes. You called softly to him, watching his brows furrow at the disruption from his sleep.

"Hun, what time did you sleep last night?" Your thumb traced over his cheek, watching him frown and struggle to gain consciousness as his eyes squinted open. He whined again softly, burying himself against your chest and basking in your warmth.

"I don't know...." You could feel his face heat up against you, now more aware of where his hands were on you. But he didn't move, favoring being close against your body as you raked your fingers through his hair.

"It's not good for you, you know? Sleep is important. You'll worry me." He gave you a soft groan against your chest, turning up so you could at least see his eyes that looked glassy from sleep.

"I'm sorry... I was having a hard time trying to...." You smiled and shushed him, moving your body down to greet him with a small peck on his lips. He blushed at you shyly, and so you gave him another kiss, knowing that's what he wanted even though he wasn't saying it.

"Next time, tell me, ok? We can figure something out together." He gave you a small nod, this time meeting your lips first before going back to his favorite hiding place at your neck. You decided to sleep in with him this once, classes could wait a bit. You pulled the blanket more over his body to keep him warm.

Satan

Satan usually woke up first. It was like he had an internal clock built into him, becoming used to waking up at early hours. His gaze wandered down to the weight on his chest, his eyes smiling at the sight of you. Ahhh, he must have fallen asleep again while reading to you. From the looks of it, you ended up doing the same. You both must have been up quite late.

The last thing he wanted to do was move you, but surely you'd be more comfortable if he did. He shifted your body to the side, watching as your hands searched for him as he did so. He couldn't help the stupid smile that appeared on his face, leaning down to press a small kiss to your cheek.

He wanted to do something nice for you this morning, so he replaced himself with a large cat plush you have gifted him before in your arms. You held it close to your chest, and he wondered if you thought it was him. He quietly excused himself from the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare you a light meal.

You had shown him a few of your human recipes, even gifting him a recipe book. It only took him a few tries to perfect some eggs and bacon, stealing a few bites himself before he went on to make you some coffee. He knew how addicted to caffeine you were, scarily so, but he still made you some regardless. He made his way back to his room with a tray in hand.

Immediately upon reentering, he noticed your figure sitting up in bed. You had sort of pout on your face, the plushie hanging on for dear life at the edge of the bed. He laughed to himself as he shut the door behind him, stepping over a few books and setting the tray down on the bed beside you. He reached over to grab the plushie and stick it right in your lap.

"Why the look, my love? I was only gone for a few minutes." He bent down to give you a good morning kiss, watching the way your frown twitched, trying not to smile. He sat next to you and placed a hand over your covered knee. You placed your hand over his own.

"It's not always fun waking up alone." You muttered, because he was often up doing something before you were. It could get a little lonely. He moved your chin up to look at him, a smile on his face.

"I apologize, but if I don't wake up before you I wouldn't be able to prepare breakfast. Here, you're favorite." He brought the tray closer, handing you your coffee and watching your face light up a bit. You supposed you could forgive him, taking a sip and feeling it warm your throat. You squeezed his hand, placing the plushie now in his lap so you could eat.

"Fine, forgiven for today. You'll have to try again tomorrow."

"Deal."

Asmodeus

Asmo had instructed you time and time again that the only way he'd like to be woken up, was with goodmorning kisses. Everywhere, on his lips, his cheeks, shoulders, take a go at it! Never hold back! And you did so with ease every time. He didn't know a better way to wake up, than in your arms and your lips on his. But now it was his turn, as he watched you slowly cuddle in closer to his chest. He could squeal at how cute you were, but forced himself to stay quiet.

His hands carefully rubbed down your arms, feeling how smooth they were thanks to the lotion he had previously given you. Your skin smelled like something sweet, and it was intoxicating. He breathed in your scent at your neck, dipping in to place small kisses there, moving up to your jaw. He let his hands move down to your waist, his fingers massaging into your skin and hearing a small and tired sound from you. His lips curled into a smile.

His hands dipped a bit lower, moving down your back as he pulled you closer. He didn't have much restraint in him, so he greedily caught your lips in his. It was a slow kiss at the start, but he gradually guided you into a more heated kiss, hearing your soft morning moans in his mouth. He felt your hands latch onto his arms, squirming a bit against him. He prodded your mouth with his tongue, and your eyes shot wide open, stopping his hands from moving lower and laughing breathlessly against his lips. He rolled his eyes playfully in retaliation.

"Hey- where do you think your hands are going? I'm tired from last night, you're too greedy!" You teased him lightheartedly. You didn't really mind a morning make out, but truthfully you were tired from last night. He sighed defeatedly, bringing hands back to your waist and enjoying your hands cupping his face. He gave you a lopsided smile, his bangs falling a bit over his eyes as he stared back at you. His gaze was always full of love, he could never get over how beautiful you were.

"Hon, I can't help it. You're just irresistible." He answered truthfully, his hand coming up to tuck some hair at your ear. You blushed at his comment, your face clearly scrunching up. He laughed, giving your nose a small peck and leaving his face laying close to yours.

"Ah ah, don't make that face now. I know what you're thinking. You should know you will always be the most beautiful person in my eyes, right?" He was stroking your cheek delicately. You gave him a smile, cocking your eyebrow.

"The most beautiful person besides you?" He laughed, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! I've always been the most beautiful. There's no doubt about that." His arms went to fully hug around your body, pulling you in so he could rest his cheek over the top of your head. You could hear his heart beat against your ear as you were pushed against his bare chest.

"But, lately... I find you taking my top spot. I'm a little jealous~" You blinked in surprise, to hear that coming from Asmo.... But he wasn't that jealous, you had become number one to him before he knew it.

You couldn't see him, but his face was a bright red. Ok, yeah, maybe he was that jealous. But that's Asmo for you!

Belphegor

To think Belphie would ever wake up before you would be a good joke for the ages. Really, he could sleep in all day, for days on end if one let him. You'd usually have to end up dragging him up and with you over to your classes so he didn't get a scolding. That's why it was a rather odd predicament he had found himself in to be staring down at your sleeping figure. He turned over to your alarm that continued to go off, moving over your body to press the stop button. You usually always woke up to it first, not him.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, groaning at the fact that he had been woken up by such an annoying sound. Why did you need to wake up so early everytime? Classes weren't going anywhere. He flopped back down on his back, staring up at the ceiling and debating if he should just go back to sleep, or be a proper demon for once and actually get himself out of bed. He turned his head to face you again, watching your chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. It was a calming image to him, he could watch you sleep all day. He didn't usually wake up to this, so he wanted to savor the moment.

Belphie curled on his side, facing you with his cheek mushed against his knuckles. He was still a little petty that you were sleeping and he wasn't. He was always a grouch in the morning. His tail curled over his body and reached over to your figure slowly. It started by barely rubbing over your arms, not getting too much of a reaction from you. It trailed its way up, into the dip at your neck. He watched you swat away at nothing, fingers itching at your neck before settling back down onto the bed.

He smiled, letting the end of the tail move over your chin and scratch at you, stirring you only slightly. Then it moved to scratch right under your nose, getting a lot more of a reaction from you. He laughed to himself as he watched you try to push his tail away, but he mercilessly rubbed it in your face. He quickly moved it away when your face scrunched up, and you let out a loud sneeze, making him jolt in surprise. Then he just laughed even more at you, seeing as you have finally woken up and give him a hard glare.

"W-Why would you do that? There wasn't a better way to wake me up?" You pouted out your lips, and he smiled innocently.

"Nope. Your stupid alarm woke me up, this is payback." You rolled your eyes, feeling his tail wrap around your waist. He moved closer to you, rubbing your nose for you as you continued to frown at him. He chuckled softly, a small kiss being placed on your forehead.

“Sorry. I’ll do better next time.” You laughed out your nose. Next time, huh? Yeah right. You knew deep down he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon ‘next time.’ You pulled his arms over your waist, effectively dragging his body closer for some cuddling. He’d never refuse morning cuddles. He raised an eyebrow when he felt you pull the covers more over his body.

“You have class soon, right?” He was genuinely confused at the smirk you were giving him. You pushed his face into your chest, your hand tangling in his bed head.

“Hmm. Really? I don’t think I’ll miss much if I skip my first class today….” You whispered above him, and you swore you could have heard him gasp. His arms tightened around you, his grin hidden in your chest. You? Skipping class? To stay in bed with him? He never thought he’d see the day.

[randomkposts]

Hi, I saw your post about Ryoma coming to the (incorrect) conclusion that Corrin is biological related to Garon and it was really interesting! Do you have any more in-universe misconceptions like it? Thanks

I do. Thank you for your patience.

A bit less of a misconception by the characters, so much as a lie given by one of the characters, and that is why was Takumi was in the Port of Dia? He is invading in a diffrent place then planned, because he was on his way to rescue Azura.

But of course, once he sees Azura with the enemy, he venomantly denies that.

If you have Azura face him, he starts the dialouge surprised.

"Azura?! Last I heard, you were taken by Hoshidan soldiers. Ryoma worried himself sick planning your rescue."

Before decending into anger upon realizing she is there with the enemy.

"I told him it was pointless. And you proved me right, you Nohrian traitor. You should be ashamed."

Hinoka's opening dialouge if Azura fights her is ready to welcome her back.

" Thank goodness you’re safe! I was so upset when I heard you were missing. I’m sorry we couldn’t stop those rogue soldiers from taking you away. You must have gone through a lot of pain and suffering, but it’s over now. Come on back to Hoshido with me, I’ll keep you safe from the Nohrians."

And ends with Hinoka feeling betrayed by Azura's decision to switch sides.

"So you’re to betray us too? …So be it."

Ryoma, by the time you face him has already been told by Takumi and Hinoka.

"Azura... Hinoka and Takumi told me you were fighting with the enemy. I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it. What a pity. I suppose the Nohrian blood flowing in your veins lends itself to betrayal.."

In fact, they are far more upset about Azura betraying them then Corrin. Except Takumi, who is equally upset at both.

Now I'm not a warfare expert, but was Port Dia stratigically important? Not according to the reactions of the residents from what we see when warned. They seem confused and baffled.

Old Woman:" Say what? This town is caught up in the war between Nohr and Hoshido?"

Old Man: "Eh? This town is now a battlefield, you say? What in tarnation-"

Girl: "Oh dear! I've heard rumors about the war, but I never thought it would reach us here. "

Boy:" Dang, I had a feeling somethin' was up when I heard all that commotion. Never thought this town would see war."

They are not expecting the war. Which probably indicates this place isn't an ideal place to launch an invasion. What I looked up about Port cities in supply chains (not that I know much), indicate that "ports are usuable if the imeadite area is secure enough to avoid persistant attacks and capacity to process good sized shipments." Of course, we can't fully tell the size of the city from what we see of an in game battle map, but from what we do see and the reaction of the civilians, Port Dia is not considered stratigically important. Or at least, not important enough for them to be conisdered the location for the first official battle between home and invading army's.

So why did Takumi pick Port Dia to invade first? Particularly if they are Allied With Cheve? Wouldn't a landmass above or below the opera house suit better, and be better able to bring aid to their allies? The Opera house is where they went in Birthright, so why the change?

The only real reason I can find for Takumi to be invading Port Dia, is to grab Azura, and Make their way to Cheve or Macarath depending on the timeline and strength of Intel.

Which raises the question of when he fell into the Bottomless Canyon, as when faced in chapter 13, he has a diffrent battle theme from his siblings, which paired with his dialouge, indicates posession that wasn't present earlier. Then again, falling into the Bottomless Canyon probably isn't the only possible way to get posessed, as I highly doubt Pre-Possession Garon would go there for the funzies, so perhaps there are other ways of attaining influance in the minds of those who don't fall down an abyss into zombieland, particularly when you consider that the royals have dragon blood passed down through the bloodline, and in Fire Emblem, dragons-particularly old ones -are at risk of degeneration, and so become Manaketes to avoid it. Not all do.

So I wonder if Anankos is capable of using intense feelings of anger and despair to induce a sort of mental degeneration and manipulate targets to going with his goals. Takumi's intense feelings of betrayal, inferiority complex and dragon blood make him easy to persuade to go along this goal.

For all he claims he expected the avatar to be a traitor, he also has one of the faster support growths with the Avatar, something he lacks with both Hinoka and Hinata. Of course, the Avatar has fast support growths with all their siblings, but given how hostile Takumi starts off with them, you would think that shows in gameplay mechanics, and that it stays has some intresting implications.

The Nohrians fast support with all their siblings and both of their retainers, save for Xander who does not have fast support with Laslow. It makes some amount of sense, as Xander has lost retainers in the past, and Laslow was not one he chose personally. In contrast Ryoma is the only one who fast supports with all his siblings and both retainers. Unless something didn't make it on to Serenes forest, the next highest is Sakura who fast supports Corncob, her brothers, and both retainers, then Takumi, with Hinoka at the least, only fast supporting Ryoma out of all her siblings.

None of them fast support Azura, which could have been interesting, and Kaze only fast supports his brother, which parallels Flora, to their siblings Felicia and Saizo who fast support with their fellow retainer and Lord alongside their sibling. They are also both capable of picking a different loyalty then the one they start the game with.

What you can pick up about the bonds between the characters based on combat classes tell you things about the characters that add to their relationships I think.

[kyriat-stories]

The fight was hard, and Alkides, Nashuja's opponent, was no push-over.

Nashuja's supporters held their breath...

... but once again Nashuja turned the game to his advantage - and was announced as winner!

- Hooray for Nashuja Sharruma!!

- A great match, King Ifiklis stated. Many congratulations! Did I see you before? You seem kind of familiar?

- No Sire, this was my first match.

- Sharruma, you say. So you are the son of...?

- Itaja Sharruma Sire. Itaja and Simadhne Sharruma.

- I see. Well it was a pleasure to meeting you, Nashuja Sharruma. I hope to see you again soon. A great match, like I said.

- Thank you Sire!

- Sharruma… it really is something familiar with that name, but I can't recall... Prince Heraklis mumbled.

- I don't think I've heard it? Princess Konchylia said.

- No, it was probably before your time. Maybe a really long time ago. Oh holy Dias! I think I know who he is, he then whispered, flabbergasted with his own discovery.

- Well? Who is that boy, Herakli?

- I'm not sure, but if my theories are correct... I must discuss it with mother first, then you will be next to know, I promise you.

- I'm happy you are so excited dear.

- Excited may not be the right word, shocked might be closer to the truth. I don't see how we could have missed this.

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[chirp-a-chirp]

How would the princes (+ Dia) react to their valets being sick?

Aww. And so the princes become the caretakers…

LYNT

Lynt will cover Tino in blankets. Subconsciously, Lynt gives Tino one blanket per apology Tino utters for allowing himself to get sick. So pretty much every available blanket on Colde surrounds Tino. Tino is now more blanket than man.

Lynt is rather insistent on Tino resting. His voice is quiet but unusually stern as he’s worried Tino won’t allow himself to recover.

TOA

Toa will notice Knight being sick before Knight does. Kind of like 24 hours before you get a nasty cold and there’s that tickle/scratch in your throat. Knight’s keen senses hit a blind spot when it comes to admitting he’s sick.

Knight: Toa I’m NOT sick!

Toa: Then explain why there’s snot that isn’t mine in this tea.

Toa gives lots of medicinal tea, goes out of his way to lighten Knight’s workload, lectures on how proper rest is needed to recuperate. And, if Toa thinks it’ll help keep Knight in bed, he’ll offer to feed the peer kitties in his place, or find someone to do it for him.

RIO

Thoma is provided 20 bowls of homemade soup—he gives the Saligian version of chicken noodle or vegetable soup with fresh ingredients from their garden.

Did I say 20 bowls? I meant 10, cause Rio ate half of them to ensure they were the best most hearty flavor combos. A soup from Rio is as warm and comforting as his hugs.

ROY

One of two things happens. Either Roy ensures Grayson is given lots of quiet and space to recover (ie, he’s respectful of Grayson’s privacy) OR he goes into full mother hen mode.

Mother hen mode includes making Grayson scones and herbal teas he can keep down; researching every symptom Grayson has to aid his recovery; taking care of Nox if the illness is extended. He’ll insist on taking over all of Grayson’s responsibilities to ensure Grayson rests. Sherry sees Roy running himself ragged, so she forces Roy to let her help him (“Brother, I don’t need TWO people to take care of!”).

If Grayson tries to return to work before he’s recovered, Roy jokes that he’ll let Sherry bake those get-well cookie’s she’s been clamoring to make. That keeps Grayson firmly in bed.

FENN

Sherry is at Violet’s bedside if Violet is violently ill, changing sheets, taking her temperature, putting a wet cloth on her head. Fenn initially jokes that Violet must have imbibed one too many cups of Luxure blue wine, but he changes his tune when Sherry misses classes and doesn’t come out of Violet’s room for an entire day.

Fenn leaves every conceivable medicine, soothing broth, and potion by Violet’s quarters. He charms Sherry’s professors into not giving her makeup work. He even sets up a date with a man Fenn saw Violet flirting with at a local bar. Sherry allows Fenn in Violet’s quarters to discuss the date.

Fenn: So you see dear Violet, you HAVE to get better. And soon. The date depends on it!

Violet: *Coughs* You’re worried for me, aren’t you?

Sherry: It’s quite obvious he is, hehe!

DIA

There are many mysteries to Jay. No one knows his true age. The amount of wisdom and knowledge collected is on par with Lou. And…he never gets sick. Never.

But, Jay does get tired. Oftentimes, Dia will take advantage of that tiredness to escape to the woods or avoid class. However, if Jay seems tired for multiple days, Dia will grumble and make Jay a cup of tea and a plate of sautéed mushrooms. He’ll forage for mushrooms known for giving bursts of energy. And, if Jay seems particularly tired, Dia will begrudgingly go to class, if only to escape Jay’s exhausted sighs (Jay has been known to follow him in the woods; he does not follow him into class).

The moment Dia goes to class, Jay will suddenly recover all his energy. Jay will laugh and wink at Jasper. Jasper will wink back, fully understanding the lengths a good valet will go to ensure their charge does what he should.

GUY

Jasper is rarely sick. He won’t allow it. A premier valet would never let his master see him in that condition.

But even the heartiest of men have their tells for when their sick. Especially if they work for observant men.

One day, Guy notes that his red coffee is just a tad burnt. Guy looks up from his royal correspondence and sees a bead of sweat dripping from Jasper’s forehead.

“Go to bed.”

“Oh dear, do you wish to keep me to yourself, your highness?” Jasper smirks, discreetly wiping his brow.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Jasper.” Guy points to Jasper’s chambers. “Go.”

“I’m perfectly capable of—“

“That’s an order.” Jasper raises his eyebrows at Guy’s tone. It’s gruff, but rumbling with hidden kindness. “You won’t rest unless I tell you to do so. So I am telling you.”

Jasper bows and begins to leave. “Your Grace—“

“I’m perfectly capable of finishing this work today. Go.” Guy raises his voice, brooking no argument.

“Very well.”

Guy’s eyes remain on Jasper’s retreating form until he’s in his room. Guy sighs quietly, mentally preparing himself to stay up all night to finish the letters he had intended for Jasper to complete.

[kawaikylian]

BELIEVE ME PART 2

Angst 🖤

I don’t know how it started, he believed something terrible and didn’t believe me. We hadn’t talked for days, I called him billions of times and texted him, I had guessed we were done.

He had unfollowed me, erased all my photos, blocked my number and told everyone we weren’t a thing anymore. It was hurtful, I had even talked to Richarlison about what happened, he admitted Neymar confronted him ending in the distruction of there friendship.

It was South Korea vs Brazil, I had came to support richarlison and paquetá two dear close friends of mine, of course I knew Neymar would be there, but it wasn’t going to stop me, a part of me was hoping he’d talk to me, but he didn’t, he only glanced at me multiple times, he would not talk to me, but I admit he looked like he was eager too.

I tried my best not to cry feeling shitty, I kept on wiping my under eyes to prevent crying but I couldn’t hold it in, as the game ended and everyone was walking out my eyes immediately begin to itch, I shut my eyes with force trying to stop the tears.

“Fuck!” I mutter, I realize people are looking at me as some of my makeup smears off and I’m covering my face, richarlison notices coming up to me asking if I’m fine, “voce Esta bem?” He asks with a sweet voice earning a small smile from me. (“Are you okay?”)

“extrano a ney” I say with a soft sweet voice, richarlison hugs me to call me down, I hear a voice call from behind, it’s Neymar, he seems obviously pissed, richarlison walks up to him “o que você quer?!” I don’t hear much except, Neymar’s voice goes a bit high.(“I miss ney”

I walk up to the both of them to ask what’s happening but my face goes into shock when I hear the word “girlfriend”.

“o que você está fazendo com minhas Mulher?”, I become utterly angry “I am not your fucking girlfriend” Neymar becomes surprised “so what your fucking him now?”.(“What are you doing with my women?”)

“No? I am not having sex with him, we are just friends, but regardless it should not matter to you because remember we are nothing right?!”i scoff thinking about the entire situation, “querida nós precisamos conversar” he says in a soft needy tone.(“Dear we need to talk”)

I shew richarlison away and ask Neymar to talk somewhere more privately.

“Não sei por que fiz o que fiz, mas sinto muito.” he begins to somber, he weighs him body down lowering onto his knees grabbing my hands and begging for forgiveness.(“I don’t know why I did what I did but I am so sorry”)

“Desculpa me Por favor linda sinto falta do seu toque, Eu acordo sozinho todos os dias. Eu sinto muito arrependimento, sinto muito.” Im still mad at Neymar but not entirely, I immediately hug him forgetting about everything, I hug him tightly, because I miss his touch.

(““I'm sorry please beautiful I miss your touch, I wake up alone everyday. I feel a lot of regret, I'm sorry.”)

We hug for a good minute, I look into his eyes pulling him into a big kiss, more tears fall onto my face “I forgive you baby”.

I was still mad at Neymar but all I needed at that time was his arms and his touch.

Not the last part

Part 1