#gluttony x oc

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Want it - Euphemia

A/N: I had this idea a couple of days ago, and thought it'd be a fun story to write. Euphemia is six in this, and Wrath is an overprotective father. I hope you enjoy it.

TW: Little blood, but just cuts, canon typical threats of violence (I know I mention that a lot, but threatening people is like, Wrath's hobby), mentions of a child potentially having drunk wine. She never does on page, but the possibility is discussed if that's something that bothers you. Really, it's mostly fluff.

“I blame Sloth. He’s already out here, giving us all bad reputations, he’s probably done something to rub off on the kid,” Lust complained, waving a hand in his brother’s direction. A thud is heard, and Lust yelped as he spat out the wine he just sipped, then threw Sloth a nasty look. “See? He’s getting defensive!” 

Wrath narrowed his eyes on his brother, while Emilia just shook her head.

“If she learned this behavior from anyone, it’s more likely to be either you or Gluttony,” Sloth drawled. 

“Don’t drag me into this!” Snapped Gluttony. 

SLAM!

The table- No, the whole room shook when Wrath slammed his fist against his desk. His brothers glanced towards him, eyes narrowed. 

“If none of you can be helpful, then you can leave,” he seethed. 

“Witch's tits, are you really that concerned about this?” Lust groaned.

Wrath narrowed his gaze on him, while Envy shook his head at them, choosing to take another sip of his Dark and Sinful instead. Pride nursed a flute of sparkling wine, his thoughts likely stuck on Lucia, and how Wrath had pulled him from his search for her, while Greed idly tossed a coin in his hand, and Gluttony tasted one of the tarts Emilia had set out for them. Wrath had sent messages to his brothers, demanding their presence shortly after he and Emilia put Euphemia to bed, and they’d arrived an hour later. Since then, he’d been resisting the urge to send them back to his circle in pieces. 

“Remind us again what the problem even is?” Envy huffed.

 Wrath was about to snap his brothers’ necks one by one and then- A warm, gentle touch pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced down to see Emilia’s hand resting gently over his own. She gave him a reassuring smile, before turning to her brothers in law. 

“Euphie has developed… A new interest,” she began tentatively, “in wine.” 

Lust sputtered into his wine glass, making a poor attempt at disguising his laughter and ignoring the way Wrath reached for his House Dagger. 

“In wine?” he asks, “Isn’t she a little young to be an alcoholic, brother?” 

Wrath narrowed his eyes, and Gluttony scoffed. 

“If you want me to send you back with your intestines hanging from your gut, brother, you need only ask,” Wrath seethed. 

“If you want to brawl, brother, then I-” 

“Enough.” Emilia interjected, “If you want to kill each other, do so elsewhere. This is about my daughter,” 

“You think somebody gave her alcohol?” Envy questioned, brow raised. 

“Yes. I want to know which one of you is behind this,” Wrath growles, scanning his brothers, but making eye contact with Lust, Gluttony and Pride, in particular.  

“Well who let her drink it to begin with?” Pride asked. 

“We aren’t even sure if she had any yet. We only suspect,” Emilia responded, eyes narrowing at Wrath, even as she held her husband’s arm to keep him from stabbing his brother before she got an answer out of him, “She comes to our room when she has a nightmare, and tries to sneak into the bed with us, but recently, she comes in almost every night. At first we thought her nightmares were getting bad, but every night she goes straight for the wines Wrath keeps in our chambers. Sometimes she sits and stares at them, others, we catch her trying climb up the case to reach them,” 

Lust found amusement in the situation. 

Wrath did not share the sentiment. 

Eventually, Pride walked over, shoved Lust out of his chair, and made himself at home. Greed merely raised a brow at the action, then snickered as Lust protested. 

“Are you sure it’s the wine she’s interested in?” he asked, “Perhaps she just wants to climb something like a monkey? She’s done it plenty of times for it to be a viable option. Or perhaps she’s simply not tired enough to sleep and wants entertainment?” 

Wrath’s eyes narrowed, while Emilia thought over the suggestion. 

“If she’s bored, why stare at the wines? Why not try to wake us up or find a servant?” she wondered. 

“As for climbing the wine rack, we actually considered that. The following night, we emptied the wine rack, and placed some pillows around it, so she could climb it,” Wrath added.

“But?” Greed coaxed. 

“The moment she saw the wine rack empty, she sat on the floor and began sobbing loudly,” 

Amusement sparkled in Lust’s eyes, while Wrath dared him, dared him, to make a sound. 

“There’s also the possibility that she just wants to copy Wrath,” Greed supplied, grabbing their attention. 

Emilia’s brows furrow. 

“Copy Wrath?” she asked. 

“She’s only six. If she saw Wrath drinking Demonberry wine, perhaps she decided she wanted to try some too?” he shrugged, “Hasn’t she always been a daddy’s girl?” 

SMASH! 

A sudden crash has the room’s occupants whipping their heads towards the door. Emilia is out the door first, followed by Wrath, his brothers right on his tail. As they make it to the staircase leading up to the King and Queen’s suite, a loud cry echoes from the top. 

Wrath quickly transvenios up to their chambers, not bothering with the stairs, his brothers following after and Emilia. When they arrive, they see the king crouched amongst shattered glass and spilled wine, cradling their six year old in his arms, trying to hush her. Emilia rushes over to inspect Euphemia’s hand, ichor dripping down it from where shards of glass were embedded. 

“Oh, my baby,” she cooed, cradling her wrist as she picked the glass out, “What happened, my flame?” 

Euphie cried harder, burying her head into Wrath’s shoulders. 

“There there, dear heart. It’s okay. It’s already healing, see?” he said, so gently, it appeared as though he forgot his brothers were staring. 

“Wan’ it.” Euphie whispered, pointing to the wine rack, “But I fell,” 

“Oh, Euphemia. We warned you not to climb it, baby,” Emilia chastises lightly, kissing her daughter’s hands. 

“Wan’ it,” is all she responds with, gripping Wrath’s shirt tightly. 

Emilia and Wrath frown. 

“Why?” 

All eyes turned to Sloth, including Euphie, who still sniffled into her father’s shoulder. 

“Pretty. Like Mama and Daddy,” Euphie huffed, “Wan’ it,” 

“You’re a little young to be drinking- ” Lust tried only to be cut off.

“No! Want it!” 

The Princes frown, but it’s Sloth who reaches for a bottle that hadn't shattered, but did spill its contents onto the floor.

“I’ll get you some,” he assured, before walking to the kitchen connected to the Royal’s suite.

His brothers furrowed their brows, and Wrath was about to go and carve out his tongue, but Emilia urged him and the others to keep their daughter entertained.  

“I should probably know better, but I’ll ask. Are you going to give my  daughter wine?” Emilia asked, coming up beside Sloth, who was rooting through the cabinets. 

“No. I doubt she’d drink this at all, even if it were wine. Do you have any pearl dust, by any chance?” he asked.

Emilia raised a brow, but went to grab what he asked for regardless. When she came back, Sloth was pouring sparkling water into the wine bottle. Five minutes later, they were heading to their suite’s receiving chamber, where Wrath leaned against a wall, and Euphemia passed around amongst her Uncles, pouting as they tried to cheer her up. 

“They’re betting on who can cheer her up,” Wrath supplied, and Emilia rolled her eyes.

“Well I’m going to win quite a lot of money then,” Sloth muttered.

“Would you like to visit the ice dragons?” he heard Gluttony ask, and Wrath growled behind him, “Only the hatchlings,” his brother assured the king. 

“We already tried offering to read to her if that’s what you’ll do,” Lust poked. 

Sloth was not deterred. He knelt in front of Eupheima, who sat between Pride and Envy.

“I brought you what you asked for,” he told her, passing her the bottle. 

His brothers quirked their brows and narrowed their eyes, but said nothing.

Euphemia took the bottle, shaking the sparkling water and pearl dust concoction. Her eyes widened as she saw the swirl of colors, and even noticed some silver demonberry seeds floating inside. The princess’s eyes lit up, and she squealed at the sight. 

“Yay! Pretty! Thank you!” She grinned, shoving the bottle aside to jump into Sloth’s arms.

Envy only narrowly grabbed the bottle before it shattered, glowering at Sloth. His other brothers, aside from Wrath, did the same. But, with a groan, they each threw pouches of gold onto the table, scowling when they saw his smile. 

Once satisfied, Euphemia took the bottle and ran to Emilia with another squeal. 

“Look! Look mama! Daddy! Shiny! Sparkly!” 

Emilia knelt down, smiling at her child.

“It is, isn’t it? Is this what you wanted, my little magpie?” she asked gently, stroking the girl’s hair. 

“Yep! I wanted shiny things!” 

Wrath ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, smiling as she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, before Emilia scooped her up. She mentioned going to clean up her wine stained dress and sticky hair, before bidding the Princes a goodbye. Wrath turned from his wife and daughter to be met with his brother’s grinning faces. 

“Fatherhood suits you,” Lust smiled, barely dodging the dagger that flew in his direction.

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Hellhound Date night

Chaz and BB going to gluttony but need to blend in for there date enchanted hellhound collars are a prefect way to do that

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Reincarnated! 7 Deadly Sins X Archdemon! Reader Intro and Headcanons

Hi hi! Part two of Love Bugs is on the way but I thought I would right down something just to keep engagement up. BTWs this might become a whole story if enough people request it. You can also ask for the individual characters in requests! Any gender for reader is fine (I'm nonbinary so I feel most comfortable writing gender neutral characters, however request male/female reader if you want) Also guess what their powers might be.

You were an archdemon, a powerful one. During the battle with heaven, you proved your metal and earned your spot as one of the King of Hell's personal guards. You had plenty of muscle and scars to show your dedication to your King, which is why you were confused with his request.

"Puh-lease!" His Highness begged you causing you to roll your eyes. In all your thousands of years of serving your king, he only seems to be this childish around you. It was almost a pitiful sight to see your mighty king reduced to this. "Your highness, please stand up. Groveling will only embarrass us both." You deadpanned towards your master. "Oh, come now (Y/N) no one ever dares intrude on our personal meetings. I wouldn't want anyone else to see what is only for you." You wanted to gag at the semi-flirtatious tone your boss took with you. It almost made you regret betraying God to assist the one you admired so much before.

Almost...

Your King had called you in for an important meeting which almost made you roll your eyes since most of his "important meetings" were just an excuse to stop your training and spend "quality time" together. You were surprised you weren't an alcoholic yet because every time you were done talking to the king you wanted to forget the syrupy sweet smiles and pet names, he cooed in your direction.

However, this time the important meeting was truly important, as your lord had a vision of the future. On this very day, the stars will align and the Seven mightiest warriors in Hell's army will be reborn as mortals with no recollection of their past lives as demons. Your lord thought it would best to have someone remind them of their past and train them to be their full potential, and he requested you to do it.

As much as you and every other little demon admired the great seven one of whom was the very first ruler of Hell Lucifer himself, you did not want to become a glorified babysitter. You were a warrior, General of Hell's army and right-hand man of King Balam. It was your job to oversee the safety of Hell and fight off any angel brave enough to attempt another "cleansing". However, his majesty was insistent that the mentor had to be you.

"(N/n) please you are Hell's finest and one of the greatest soldiers who ever spawned, only you can handle the massive power of the Seven and teach these little mortals their true potential." Buttering you up typical his majesty. He always gushed about you and your awesome power of sealing holy and demonic powers with your chains. It was very useful in and out of battle.

"I'm busy with protecting you and recruiting and training my soldiers. Find some retired demon to do it for me." You dismissed his plea entirely. That seemed to shut the crying and begging off. Your King got up and brushed off his royal garb "Very well then you leave me no choice." He wouldn't.

Your King grasped your hand, and you were taken to a strange place. It looked like Hell but it didn't feel like Hell. Thousands of figures in white loomed above as millions of screams were heard. Human and demon kind both burned in white flames as the apathetic stares of the holy gazed uninterested at the whole scene.

Like you were nothing...

What made things worse was you saw your dear friend and King barely holding on to life as the tallest and strongest looking angel held a sword to his throat. Michael.

"So, you do care about me!" Your King's voice anchored you back into reality. your face felt oddly wet. Tears, that hadn't happened since you fell. "My liege what vision did you share with me." His majesty chuckled and lifted your face to look up at him and cupped your cheeks.

"I tell you to call me Balam silly, we've been friends for almost a millennia." You shook your head he never changes. "That was what happens if the seven don't reach their full potential. You see Heaven is growing restless as they realize that the Great Virtues are coming back as well." Not the great virtues. You fought only one of them and it almost cost you your life. In fact, the only ones strong enough to defeat the Virtues were the Sins.

"Balam..." You paused searching for the right words.

"Yes, my dear knight." Balam sighed fondly as he stared at you with so much adoration.

"I accept."

The Sins:

Pride: Nalani

Full Name: Nalani Ai’la’ausd

Pronouns: She/they

Nalani Ai’la’ausd was the youngest and only girl of her family. As such she spent most of her time being raised by and cared for by her older brothers and family members. Her Hawaiian heritage meant her entire community was family and were treated as such. Her last name shows her family's rebellion towards the colonization of Hawaii and Christianity. She ended up moving away from Hawaii because of the overtourism and being sick and tired of her family being treated as servants. She is attending university and studying Political Science in hopes of going back to her home and creating policy to stop the overtourism.

When Nalani first started experiencing her powers she was frightened. I mean who wouldn't be a little scared if they started glowing and were able to control fire. However, she tried to remain calm and brave in the face of a storm and even contacted her elders for advice. Or she would have if you hadn't come out of the floor.

"Greetings mortal, I am (Y/N), General of Hell's army sword of the King of Hell. You are the reincarnation of Pride and most powerful of the Sins... can you stop glowing it's hurt my eyes."

"I don't know how to?"

"Dear Satan."

Yandere Types: Harmless, Protective, Manipulative, Possessive, Self-Aware

Nalani at first would be a Harmless yandere as she is not fully taken on her duty as a sin. She feels admiration in a platonic sense for all you've taught her. However, her feelings change as time goes on. It might be because you encourage her to be more confident in her abilities or don't ridicule her dreams. A crush soon blossoms from the admiration. Nalani notices you also interact with her teammates on a daily basis for training.

She doesn't like it...

She's the reincarnation of Lucifer who fell in some myths due to feeling jealous that God favored another over him. She knows what she's doing is wrong, but she can't help it. You make her feel so good and she simply wants to monopolize on that feeling. She's got a silver tongue which allows her to manipulate others to do small things like give you two alone time, or form alliances with the others. Again, nothing that will hurt those close to her and you, but enough to get her fill.

She's Pride the sin above all sins, it make sense for you to choose her.

You have no choice

Fun facts:

Loves Poke and any dish with fresh fish. Would love to take you to sushi bars in the city.

Proficient Surfer- wants to teach you (excuse for some alone time)

Has a fear of crabs

Scrunches her nose when she's happy.

Muscular woman with tattoos (important part of culture)

Works in a tattoo parlor when not attending classes.

Greed: Avaris

Full Name: Avaris Buhl

Pronouns: They/them

Avaris Buhl is the definition of poor, they live in a trailer with their parents and five other siblings. They are used to sharing everything with their family and take it in stride. Bathroom, living space, soap, and other items. Avaris was not very popular and often bullied for being poor. What a terrible thing to do, make fun of someone for being born into an unideal situation. Their only refuge during this turmoil was art. Drawing, painting, sculpting, Avaris tried it all. They personally liked sculpting the best. They were immediately kicked out at eighteen for applying for art school and coming out as nonbinary. Now they live in a crappy apartment and work part time as a barista and doing commissions online.

When Avaris found out that they had powers they were thinking about something that was always the forefront of their mind. Rent was due tomorrow, and that bastard of a landlord was raising rent once again. Turns out Karens don't like when you take breaks as Avaris was harassed about a drink that they didn't even make. One thing led to another and Avaris ended up turning the Karen into a gold statue by accident. While fleeing in fear a large figure appeared from a rift in the ground.

"Greetings mortal, I have come here in search of the reincarnation of Greed. I sense a powerful aura in front of me so I'm guessing it's you."

Avaris promptly fainted.

Yandere Types: Clingy, Obsessive, Self-Sacrificial, Possessive, Stalker

Avaris isn't one to let their yandere tendencies show. At first, they were just grateful that someone was there to help them. Having company also wasn't too bad as Avaris isn't the most social person.

As time goes on Avaris notices all your little quirks and starts to admire each one. Do you swing your legs when you sit? Noted. Have a unique laugh? Noted. Do you have feelings for someone? Better fix that.

Avaris is a little (very obsessed) with your every move and action seeing you as their muse. Many of their latest art pieces and sculptures look a little too familiar (many of them smashed to bits for not fully incapsulating you). Incorporating precious stones and gold they summoned to enhance your natural beauty.

Avaris is used to being ignored which never was a blessing until now, in the busy streets of the city Avaris follows you as you explore the human realm. Careful not to get close enough that your demonic senses kick in but enough to keep track of you. They don't like how close the others and some randoms are to your immortal glory. It should be them and only them.

You are encouraging them to be more greedy.

Well they are greedy for you

Fun Facts:

Even though Avaris is an artist they also know how to code (taking a few lessons online)

Loves pudding

Has very long and nimble fingers which make sculpting clay very easy.

Has a short wolf cut that is shaved on the sides, its color changing based on what they want

Extremely near sighted

Average body type and very pasty (twig arms)

Envy: Cain

Full Name: Cain Alvarado

Pronouns: He/they FTM

You know that one kid who has a reputation for being "troubled" that's Cain Model. His parents divorced when he was five, with his mom taking his older and younger sibling, leaving him with his dad. His dad wasn't terrible, but he wasn't great either. Working on a construction site all day left Cain to become self-sufficient very quick. It was learn or starve. He still resents his mom for taking his siblings away and never coming back to check on him or even let him see his siblings. He was bullied in school for being the only openly trans kid and was called some really nasty names. They never got in trouble, only he did when he broke some stupid boy's nose for groping him inappropriately. Left at sixteen to stay with a cousin and finish school. He currently lives with the same cousin and is job searching.

This was it; he was going to die. Cain ran into some very angry gang members of an old rival gang; they recognized him immediately and intended to beat him to death. He wasn't even in the gang that long and they still recognized him.

"You should've known better than to insult us like that maricón!" One of the guys said his comment, causing his buddies to laugh. "I didn't do shit hijueputa." Cain doubled over again as another foot made contact with his stomach. "Shut up bitch, we do what we want." God damn it, someone deity must love to see him suffer. Cain dug his hands into the gravel. If I find that bastard, I'll fuck them up.

Suddenly a fire hydrant exploded, and a wave of water sent the men right into the side of a wall. The water formed a protective dome around Cain. The men ran off talking about "bruja" or whatever. What was happening? Cain opened his eyes to see an imposing demon with their back turned. "I didn't need your help." Cain spoke up to the figure, who turned around with mild fascination. "Clearly not. Are you going to get off the ground?"

"Fuck you."

Yandere Types: Tsundere-Yandere, Overprotective, Impulsive, Jealous, Clingy, Self-Indulgent

Your relationship at first was rocky at best and for good reason. Cain has serious trust issues, and you were tired of having to justify everything you do. A lot of curse words in English, Spanish, and Demonic were thrown at each other. He only stayed to figure out what was going on and because you are strong. However, you kept helping him and not pitying him like everyone else.

He would rather die than admit to himself and others that you've gained a soft spot in his heart. He's never had anyone to depend on so he can't trust that you won't be like everyone else too. Yet at the same time he won't allow you to spend too much time without him tagging along and complaining about how he hates spending time with you (liar). He sees anyone flirting with you and he will cuss them out, same with anyone flirting with him. Would melt internally if you help him volunteer at the animal shelter.

He is a very emotionally driven person and when he becomes jealous, he does many things to stop that feeling making him impulsive. Leading to him being capable of hurting and killing others and you. One of the most dangerous due to his unpredictable behavior. Believes that he should indulge in his obsession with you and will force you along if it means that he is happy.

Don't look to the others for a way out

He might get jealous

Fun Facts:

Volunteers at the animal shelter regularly

Loves sour candy

Low spice tolerance

Great at domestic tasks

Loves visiting the koi pond in the park

Has many piercings

Insecure about his big chest (well-endowed and too broke for top surgery)

Has a cat named Chorizo (rescue with burn scars)

Stocky figure (chubby yet strong)

Maricón= a slur used against gay men in particular. Cain isn't fully gay per se (all of these characters are pretty fruity), but these assholes don't know the difference between gay and trans.

hijueputa= means motherfucker

Wrath: Kali

Full Name: Kali Ramanathan

Pronouns: She/her

Kali comes from a conservative Indian family. Her family longed for a son but instead they ended up with a daughter. They fell into grief when her mother could not have any more children. She became the stain of the family simply for being born the wrong way. Instead of being light skinned and petite, Kali was darked skinned and very tall, towering over her own father. She was dubbed by the rest of the family as "Mannish Girl". Instead of being ashamed of it she wore it like a badge of honor, she would never make her parents proud so why try? Her parents were furious of her love of sports and her average to low grades (despite being very smart). No one would want to marry such a defective woman. Then she confessed to liking girls more than boys, which was the final straw. She was given an ultimatum: Marry a nice Indian boy a seventeen or get the hell out of our family in shame. Much like the vengeful goddess she was named after she stormed away without a second thought. An old girlfriend's parents let her stay with them until college when she left to prove her parents wrong and become a doctor.

Kali had always swallowed her pride; it was best not to argue. She had taken sixteen years of emotional abuse without once complaining. Being compared to cousins, called stupid, called mannish, called the shame of the family. She dealt with a shitty landlord, many rejections to colleges, and working her ass off in undergrad all with fierce determination. Yet her molecular chemistry teacher was what made her snap.

"Honestly I don't understand why you're still in my class you're not very smart and you're wasting a spot that a man could fill." She had lost control and punched him but a single punch that was supposed to just bruise his jaw and ego, shattered all his bones and snapped a few tendons.

This isn't good. Her chauvinist professor had passed out due to the pain and Kali was left panicking. Why did she have to snap now when she was so close to graduating? "Need help cleaning up?" Kali snapped around to see a janitor, except it was a very muscular and handsome janitor with a regal aura and... horns? "I just need to get this man to a hospital." "No need." the person spoke and waved their hand over the broken body a black aura surrounding the body. Kali anticipated something but nothing happened. "I healed him and in exchange for my silence on this matter I want you to come with me."

What had she gotten herself into?

Yandere Type: Harmless, Sadistic, Isolating, Manipulative, Possessive, Protective, Worshiper, Delusional

At first Kali thought you were the shadiest being on the planet. Who else goes out of their way to pluck young people from their lives to train them for...? The end of the world? Were you high? Clearly not as you had some of the best fighting, she'd ever seen. Please teach her!

However, you were one of the first to not belittle her for simply being a woman with her interests. You would listen as she rambled about anything that caught her interest. You also introduced her to boxing (something about channeling her wrath powers). You were her calm her source of peace and she would do anything to keep it that way.

She is never sadistic towards you; she would rather hurt herself then hurt you (physically at least). Others including the other sins are on the table. Got a little too rough during training? She was just really into it. Knocked the tooth out of that girl at her boxing gym? She was asking for it thinking she could flirt with you (she was just smiling at you out of politeness but okay)!

Kali is smart and knows she can't have you all to herself all the time (yet), especially with the other sins. Non sin people however... are fair game. She'll manipulate every situation to make sure others stay the hell away from you and that you come to her instead. She'll also do everything to earn your trust and lure you into feeling more secure around her (good luck with that). She will treat you with great reverence and be your champion.

She would let the world burn

If you'd be there by her side

Fun Facts:

Her poorer grades in grade school were due to undiagnosed ADHD.

Loves jewelry (specifically necklaces)

Got into boxing and working out to release anger (thanks to you)

Damn good at basketball

Is a yoga instructor at a local gym

Loves spicy food

Thinks spiders are cool

Dresses in the goth aesthetic

Knows a frightening amount about the human body (will ask you for books on demon anatomy as well)

Tall and lean (from sports) medium long dark hair that is very soft (has a tiny girl stache), slightly bushy brows

Lust: Désirée

Full Name: Désirée Beaufort

Pronouns: He/him

Désirée Beaufort is a child born of an affair, specifically his father and a maid that worked for him. His father only raised him out of a sense of obligation (not wanting to pay child support). His father's wife hated him and would do everything in her power to remind him that he was a mistake. Has two other half-sisters (that we know of) who were legitimate and hate his guts. Hated the fact that he was prettier than them and would do terrible things to him (chop his beautiful locks and cut his porcelain skin). It didn't help that the other people he met all objectified him, some even trying to assault him. His father's wife did nothing but watch on as these disgusting individuals would touch him where he didn't want to be touched. Luckily, they never went further but it made Désirée terrified of the idea of sex. He asked his father to let him live on his own (to escape the abuse), who agreed just to get rid of him. Currently, living in the wealthier part of the city off the allowance his father gives him.

Désirée noticed how easy it was to get what he wanted. Of course, he always had pretty privilege but now everyone had a foggy look in their eyes when they talked to him. His landlord allowed him to stop paying rent, his coffee was always free, and people would do anything he said. He didn't understand why everyone would act so strange around him, but he just got used to it. That was until a bunch of crazed admirers chased Désirée with obsessive intent. It frightened him so terribly to see their lovesick expressions.

Why won't they go away?

A heavy weight pressed on his arm and he was yanked into an alley as the admirers continued running past him. Désirée looked up in fear of what the person behind him might do. "Are you okay?" "Huh?" Désirée tilted his head to the side, no one had ever asked him that before. "Those people looked like they wished to murder you so I want to know if they hurt you." This person cared? Désirée pulled away from the strong persons grasp and stared at them. Before him stood a terrifying beast with a commanding aura.

"Do you love me?"

"Why would I? I just met you."

"Oh thank the stars!"

Yandere Types: Worshiper, Obsessive, Clingy, Manipulative, Self- Sacrifice, Harmless(?), Desperate, Delusional

Désirée was grateful to find someone who didn't throw themselves at him. He could have a conversation with someone as an equal rather than an object and he was overjoyed. You were equally strict on everyone you trained equally which Désirée both loved and hated. You were a savior in his eyes and someone to admire for your dedication to your cause.

Désirée fell hard and fast, maybe even the first person to go yandere for you. He was surrounded by people who mistreated him so doing the bare minimum was enough to make him fall in love with you. Désirée wanted to be around you 24/7! He found out about demon contracts and begged to enter one with you. Broke down sobbing when you explained that 1. He couldn't enter a contract as the reincarnation of Lust and 2. You wouldn't do it anyways (you serve no one but the King of Hell).

Normally very touch adverse but with you Désirée is the definition of clingy. Wraps himself around you as soon as he sees you, kisses your cheek, and drowns you in compliments. He adores you so so so much, how can he not express it?! Accidentally guilt trips you into being more accepting of his advances (he becomes very depressed if you seem nonreceptive). Learns all sort of magic to impress you and uses his secret ability to make sure that his dream comes true (you and him together forever).

He always hated lust but...

He feels compelled to it by you

Fun Facts:

Bilingual (speaks fluent English and French)

Favorite food is breakfast food

Likes heavy death metal

Loves to craft (crochet, sew, knit, needlepoint)

A very good swimmer and proficient fencer

Loves horseback riding

Loves romcoms (will try to reenact them with you)

Beautiful man: Tall and lithe (most likely to malnourishment) with Long wavy blond hair and icy blue eyes has two beauty marks under each eye

Gluttony: Gwyn

Full name: Gwyn Bex

Pronouns: ALL OF THEM

Gwyn Bex and their background is nothing to sniff at. She had two supportive mothers who love him no matter what, they have a successful career as a high fashion model, and they have more wealth than others of his age group could say. However, she is not satisfied with this life, it was all so hollow. The only time that he ever feels a thrill is when something is at stake, someone challenges their comfy life. When that is not happening, she is going on a diet to it the newest body trend after all their looks are what gave them this life and he can't be anything less than perfect. They have a severe case of binge eating and purging which has caused many health complications, oh well not like she cared much about himself.

Gwyn reclined in a red leather seat of a beauty parlor getting their hair done, smoking a cigarette. Smoking was against the rules but who was going to stop him? Their next photo shoot was coming up and she had to look flawless. The hairdressers were chatting about unimportant things until he heard a rival model's name. A string snapped internally as they heard those insects praising that ghastly creature. Gwyn sighed and tried to keep things together.

They wouldn't stop.

Gwyn dug their manicured nails into the armrests of the styling chair. How dare they speak of another who couldn't hold a candle to them and her beauty. Their multicolored eyes held nothing but malice for the people talking in front of him.

BOOM!

Large lightning bolt followed by wall shaking thunder landed in front of the shop. The lights in the shop began to flicker on and off, freaking out the customers. A humming sound came from the walls themselves. Bursting from the vents came a swarm of locusts swirling around Bex causing patrons and workers to scream in terror. How amusing.

Even more intriguing was the brief yet ominous silhouette that appeared near the window. Ignoring the chaos around her she walked out the door and was greeted with the intense scent of ozone. Some of the locusts leaving the store and following them, one in particular landing on a stranger's finger. "You know locusts aren't often found swarming in the city, they often flock to where there are crops to be razed. Gwyn cocked his perfect brow at the strangely alluring person in front of them, smirking. "You're going to be fun."

Yandere Types: Sadistic, Monopolizing, Controlling, Unpredictable, Self-Indulgent, Manipulative

Is the most dangerous yandere upfront. They know what they want and what she wants, what he craves is entertainment. It almost scares you how differently Bex approaches things than the rest of the sins. Beelzebub was known to be very dangerous but the reincarnation more dangerous than Lucifer's. That's new. Gwyn flirts with everyone in this strange little 'family' at first not really caring for their fate or anyone's feelings. You change that.

Foxy little minx you are

How dare you fill their mind when they should be focused on other things? You must pay by being their little play thing. Too bad your so stubborn and defiant. No matter... makes things more fun.

Unlike the other sadists Gwyn's sadistic tendencies can and will be turned on you. You're the big bad general, of course she wants to test your mettle (you're not having any of it). They like to playfully tease you, predatory gaze trained on your figure consuming your every action. It's so sweet how you worry for their health (you don't you just need them to embrace Gluttony further), you should be rewarded for that (you don't want his rewards).

Cain might kill others by accident but for Gwyn it's all a calculated game and everyone must play their part. Your part is to be her precious little general, their toy.

Gluttony is all about overindulgence

Well let them overindulge in you

Fun Facts:

Has heterochromia (one blue eye, one eye that is half blue half brown)

Is jealous of the King's power over you

Likes testing their abilities in his spare time

Great singing voice (is a triple threat)

The only sin who is on board with embracing their sin

Actually hates bugs (especially flies)

Knew Duke before all this (you'll find out ;))

Weight fluctuates from anorexically thin to fat (can pull off any weight), foxlike eyes, pretty strawberry blonde hair, average height

Sloth: Marmaduke

Full Name: Marmaduke Skelly (prefers to be called Duke)

Pronouns: "The guy ones" (any pronouns besides she/her)

Duke's a chill guy, he's very go with the flow type guy. Grew up in middle class suburbia with two loving parents and a cute little sister (very big age gap between siblings). Was very insecure of being short and skinny (was the shortest boy in his middle school), which lead to a lot of teasing from his friends and classmates. When you've been thrown through a basketball net you decide it's time to bulk up. Got his first set of weights at thirteen as well as a gym membership at fifteen. He aspires to be just like his first gym bro who helped teach him how to use all the equipment and figure out a routine. Joined his high school wrestling team and quickly became MVP. Was a golden boy jock at his school and would report any jock to the coach who was found bullying or harassing girls. Got in on a sports scholarship to the city university and is studying Early Childhood Education (minor in Philosophy).

Duke was having one of those sleep paralysis episodes again he was sure of it. He had no problems getting sleep in his whole life until recently. Every night he would fall asleep and would wake up unable to move or speak. A large dark figure would whisper to him calling him Belphegor for some reason. He was never really that religious, sure his parents dragged him to church as a kid but he never believed in demons.

Until he saw one in his frat's kitchen. "Ah you're awake finally, you know you talk in you sleep, correct?" Fuck. What was he supposed to say? "Uh are you a demon?" Duke asked. Idiot that must be such a rude question to ask a demon. The demon laughed as their eyes squinted in amusement (which Duke thought was pretty cute). "What do you think?" The demon asked flexing their powerful wings and sweet gains. "That you should teach me your routine cause you got some sweet gains." The demon stared at Duke in disbelief. Did he say something wrong. "Gains? Routines? Human what are you talking about."

He's jealous

Yandere Types: Harmless, Obsessive, Clingy, Overprotective, Delusional, Lovesick

Bro is just happy to be along for the ride. He a reincarnated demon represented the cardinal sin of Sloth. Sick... what is sloth? IT'S WHAT?! Bro's straight up offended. He did not put all this work into a healthy bod to be told he has to throw that all out the window. Hell no! Not only that but sloth is one of the least respected and powerful of the sins. How come Nalani gets to be Lucifer Freaking Morningstar and he just... he doesn't even know! You're pretty much the only person who can calm him down.

Bro is whipped for you anytime spent with you is good time. Wanna go to the gym? The movies? The gym? That new burger place? The gym? Please go to the gym with him! He wants to learn some new moves and teach you some of his own (also see you covered in sweat).

Delulu for real. You can do nothing wrong in his eyes. #1 (Y/N) apologist and defender. Will fight anyone who disagrees. He also believes that you love him the most deep down so that's why he's fine with you interacting with everyone else. Does many things to attempt to convince you that you he should be your mate. (you are his but more importantly he is yours)

Your number one hype man will shower you with compliments all day long. You didn't have an ego problem before, but you'll have one after interacting with Duke for too long. Bros always praising your muscles (using that as an excuse to squeeze them).

Freaks the fuck out if you get even the tiniest scrape. He doesn't underestimate you, he just never wants you to feel pain. Oh my god you have a paper cut?! CALL THE AMBULANCE! Don't worry baby he'll make sure to hold your hand the entire time. You're just rolling your eyes.

Seems the most normal out of all of them but he's still a yandere (just unintentionally sneaky).

Sloth is all about apathy but

He'll never sleep on you

Fun Fact:

Is intersex

Total gym bro (but a wholesome one)

Has fairy princess tea parties with his little sister like a real man

Professional body builder

Terrible cook

(insert the Knuckles feminist rant here)

Loves the Rocky movies (sister is convinced he's a ginger Rocky Balboa)

Huge anime nerd

Knows Gwyn (unfortunately in his eyes)

One of the only ones willing to share darling

Bros literally been called a buff leprechaun (cause he is short, ginger, and built like a tank). No one thinks this man would be 5'2 (158.496 cm) but he is. Hairy arms and cannot go anywhere without putting a crap ton of sunscreen on. Covered in freckles and has the nicest hazel eyes. Heart is as big as his muscles bro.

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: Don't be Crabby

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, OCs, yandere male, yandere female, hostage situation, threats, mentions death, mentions blood, describes seafood, describes eating sound, slight fluff (?), no comfort, a bit crack, reader insert, gender neutral reader, reader doesn’t have allergies in this story, includes a picture of seafood platter (you’ll see why~)

A/n: So I’m just popping in real quick to update this story for my dear readers. I’ve had to go days racking my head about how I was going to go about the dynamic between you and a certain someone who you’ll meet right when you wake after getting kidnapped. Trying out some worldbuilding  and dropping lore here and there.

Masterlist | Part 6, Part 7 (you’re here!), Part 8 (not yet!)

There are three things one should know about before venturing into the port city of Agobury, especially if one is planning to stick around:

Provide something of worth, whether that be a valuable item, an enticing business proposal, or a warm body…

If your business has anything to do with the ports or the waters surrounding Agobury, your business is with the Marcet Port.

If your business does not have anything to do with the Marcet Port, your business is everyone else’s business.

Of those people one must worry about within the city, there are three prominent families to watch out for.

The first one, who supposedly reigns over the half of the city, is the Aurem-Diavolus Family, also known by the infamous moniker, the May Devils. Whether or not it’s true how much they own, no one has the manpower or the wealth or even sheer audacity to suggest otherwise.

“'Ey, Sis! That Ermine kid!”

“What the- How did he get out?” Lyn yells into the intercom, “Don't let him escape!”

The second one to watch out for are the owners of all of the banks in Agobury. Every single one, regardless of name, is under the command of the Panthera Family. Only those who have been unfortunate enough to lose or stupidly gamble all of their money know them as the Blacklists. No bank account, no money. No money, no peace.

“Honey? Eris?” Ollie’s mother attempts to reason. “Do calm— Oh, heavens!”

“Oi, Eris! Calm down!” Ollie shouts. “You don't have to— Aw, shit.”

And the third family, the Ermines, whose name once sent shivers down even the sturdiest of spines throughout the city a decade ago, is now only known through faded whispers of tortured old witnesses. That being said, they are still very much alive and well, even in their meager numbers.

“Please, I have a—”

Crunch.

Rumors have that they have never felt the fear of death.

Eris drags the residue from the bottom of his blood-stained shoes across a clean part of the concrete floor. His eyes are feral, blown out to the point one could barely see the original green hue of his irises.

Click. Click click click click click.

Tiny red dots zoom in from outside towards the center of Eris’s head and heart from behind. A squad of armored soldiers bear their firearms, ready to pull the trigger at command. “Stand down, Ermine! Or we’ll be forced to engage.”

In response, Eris’s body is still, not even a twitch to be seen. His head slowly pivots on his neck as smoothly as a doll until his eyes meet the opaque visors of the tensed squad.

For a moment, everything stills. Everything quiets. The only sounds that can be heard are the beating of nervous hearts, shudders of shaky breaths, and the last gasps of fallen soldiers. Eris;s mouth slowly spreads into an unnervingly wide grin.

And then, he moves.

-----🔔-----

One has to wonder if there is such a thing as a god or some force in the universe that has a cruel hobby of bringing the most pitiful souls all into a single place where demons are allowed to roam freely, all doomed to die tragically young…

And yet, interestingly, there are people who survive long enough to produce the next generation of unlucky souls to replace the city’s ever diminishing numbers— before they die due to some accident or “accident”, of course. The forsaken, the “les misérables”, the normies, etc. People who could not escape Agobury, even if they had all of the money and right connections in the world.

Unless, they are willing to give up their souls.

Crack. Shlurp. Munch munch. Gulp.

But some aren’t even lucky enough for that.

“Like you!” the young man sitting across from you chirps, cracking open another king crab leg with just his fingers and slurping up the juicy white and red meat. “Sho tewl me— Gulp— how did someone like you manage to capture the heart of one of the most dangerous men in our city, hm~?” he asks, pointing the empty shell towards you.

You narrow your eyes in response.

This guy… looks familiar… But anyway, heck if I know!?

All you’ve been doing all of your life has been minding your own damn business. Did you ever ask for your puppy-like ex, Lyn, to fall in love with you to the point of suffocation? No. Did you ever ask for that stupid Eris to weasel his way into your life? No. Did you ever ask for that damn Ollie to break into your home and steal your family portrait? No. Did you ever ask to be kidnapped, knocked out, get woken up in some fancy restaurant in  who knows where, dressed up in some fancy attire that feels like heaven to be in but costs more than your monthly rent, and sat across some deranged criminal who suspiciously reminds you of that stupid Eris, currently enjoying a fresh plate of Alaskan king crabs like this is some normal date? HELL NO.

“Hey, less glaring, more talking,” he says, tossing the shell away in favor of debating over which of the colorful sashimi to eat first.

“Who are you, where are we, and what do you want from me?” you demand, slamming your hands on the table, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of the velvety white table cloth.

The stranger pops a piece of tuna sashimi into his mouth. “Tut tut tut, so many questions~ On second thought, you must be hungry. How about you just enjoy our dinner first, hm? Settle in… Then we’ll get back to my question. Sounds good?”

You take in your surroundings. A fancy restaurant with crystal chandeliers all over the ceilings, blacked out windows framed with pulled-back thick cream drapes, and what you assume to be mahogany wooden floors. Classical music plays in the background by professionals with shiny, wooden instruments. Servers are waiting against the wall, occasionally glancing your way since the only diners here seem to be you and this weirdo. You look down at your own dish, a matching plate of seafood ranging from crabs to mollusks to fishes that could never grace the plate of your local diner, sparkling like gems from the ocean.

Crack. Crack crack crack.

You look up from your plate towards the noise. You find him holding a decorative rock to crack open an ridiculously large clam— why is he using a rock instead of the clam knife?

He looks up and says, “Jeez. C’mon, just eat. Eat and then we’ll talk.”

“.....” You look warily over the food.

“... It’s not poisoned, ya know? I need you alive.”

So he says… Well, if that’s the case for whatever reason, then why not? If you want to escape, you’ll need the energy. If you end up dying anyway, then at least you’ll die eating delicious, expensive food. You nod and begin devouring your plate.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

The crab legs are immaculately succulent, tender, and slightly sweet with a buttery flavor. The clams taste savory with a clean, earthy undertone that evokes the essence of the sea. The shrimps offer firm yet tender bites, with a delicate hint of natural sweetness from the sea, balanced by a clean, slightly briny undertone. The oysters—

“Wow. Are you an idiot?”

You manage to choke down the oyster meat that was just halfway down your throat before the insult could shock you entirely. You cough several times, hitting your chest with the side of your fist. “What?”

“Are you an idiot?” he repeats, throwing you an arrogant smirk as he finishes a handful of clams. “You don’t even know who I am— Crunch—, and whether or not— Shlurp— I’m telling the truth about— Gulp— poisoning your food, ya know? Why would you believe someone who kidnapped you?”

You wipe your mouth with the thick napkin on your lap. “... You would poison a perfectly good plate of super expensive seafood?” you ask, annoyed.

He purses his lips. “... Good point… B-B-BUT!” He wags a finger. “What if I offered you this food in exchange for servitude, huh? You’ll be indebted to me for life, ya know! Didn’t you think about that?”

You think about it. Just for a moment. Then you realize that nothing would change from your situation anyway, working paycheck to paycheck, which makes you groan because thinking about something like that is a waste of time when your plate is still full of seafood to feed your stomach. How long have you been asleep anyway? It feels like it's been days and your stomach is a void that has been waiting to be filled.

You shrug and then continue feasting on your plate.

The stranger stares at you from across the table, flabbergasted at your nonchalance. He had ordered his men to kidnap you in broad daylight in front of your friends right in front of your workplace, knowing full well that Eris is locked up by the May Devils for the crimes he’s committed against them. Surely, someone of your mediocre lineage should be more… more aware of their predicament or something? Afraid, vulnerable, too scared to eat maybe? Anything! Unless you must be an idiot. Eris wouldn’t fall for some naive dummy like you, would he?

… Would he?

“... Hey…" He tries to get your attention.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

He attempts to get your attention again. “H-hey… !”

Your throat suddenly needs a cleanser. Luckily, there’s a glass of water you can throw back before you continue. Pretty good water, not gonna lie.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

His determination begins to falter. “... H-hey?”

You munch on the last morsel before it gets sent down to your overly-stuffed stomach. You wipe your mouth and throw the napkin onto the table, directing all of your energy into a glare towards him. “Done. Now talk.”

He looks at you, mouth slightly agape. “... I have never met an idiot like you,” he starts off.

“Okay. Cool,” you answer sarcastically, rolling your eyes.. “So who are you, where are we, and what do you want from me?”

“Hey! I asked you first!”

“Fine.” You shrug. “To answer your question of how Eris came to be obsessed over me… Heck if I know. Can I go now?”

“What? No no no no!” he screeches as he stands up, hands slammed down on the table. “What do you mean by that? Tell me properly!”

“Like I said, heck if I know,” you answer, shrugging. “I honestly don’t know.”

“NO! You…” He points at you with an accusatory finger. “What exactly did you do to Eris to make him fall head over heels in love with you? That.. Bloodthirsty Weasel, Eris. Incarnate of Chaos, Eris. My older brother Eris. What did you do to him!? Drugs? Blackmail? What. Did. You. Do?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to make sense of this situation. “... Do I look like I can afford all that stuff? And blackmailing Eris? Please. I don’t even think he has a sense of shame.”

He grinds his teeth at you, still waiting for an answer you don’t have. Seeing as this is going nowhere, you shoot your questions again. “Listen. I don’t know what else to tell you. Since you know so much about me, how about you tell me who you are and where are we for a start?”

His narrowed eyes relax after a few moments. He stands up straight, placing a hand over his heart. He dramatically takes a breath as if preparing to give a performance. He looks down at you with a confident smirk. “Good question. My name is Eren and I—”

“You related to Eris, by any chance?” you cut him off, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Don’t cut me off!” he shrieks, his face red. He calms down immediately and clears his throat, replacing his controlled smirk. “To answer your question, yes. Yes, I am. I am Eren Ermine, younger brother to the infamous Eris Ermine—”

Eren. Ren.

Your expressionless face reveals nothing but internally, a lightbulb goes off in your head and fills you with joy for connecting the dots. Then as fast as it had lit up, it fizzles and flickers off in disappointment as you realize yet another psycho has come after you because of your job. Or because of Eris. Whichever one. Great.

And since when did Eris have a relative? He never once mentioned this guy or anyone else— then again, he might’ve mentioned something about being the eldest son which does imply at least one younger sibling… They do look alike the more you look at him. Like brothers, basically, but Eris did say he was alone so could you blame- Oh! Now, you remember. He was that weird hooded guy Eris threw into a storage room at the hospital! What kind of relationship do they have? If you had siblings, you wouldn’t-

“Hey hey hey! I can see the glaze over your eyes. Pay attention!” Eren hisses at you, snapping his fingers over the table. “Jesus Christ! How can your mind be possibly anywhere else when you’re clearly in a hostage situation!?”

Well… it’s not the first time. “Oh sooorry,” you apologize, rolling your eyes. “Can’t help it. So you’re Eris’s younger brother. Good to know. Where are we exactly?”

“Wha- I- Ughhhh.” He groans into his hands. He sharply inhales with his eyes closed and exhales. “(Y/n), if you don’t do as I say, I will kill you. Got it?”

“Okay,” you answer. “So?”

“.....”

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head, waiting for answers to your questions for the second time. You add a twirl of your hand as a visual gesture.

He blinks. “Are you an idiot?”

“That’s the third time you asked. Do you want me to be an idiot?”

“... Are you messing with me right now?”

You shrug again. “Not really? Anyway, you said you needed me alive, right? Why?”

“I can easily change my mind!”

“Okay. So where are we?”

“.....” He grumbles to himself.

“... Well?” you prompt him.

“Humans are usually afraid in these situations…” he mutters underneath his breath before his eyes go wide. “Are you… not a human?”

“.....” Is he serious? you wonder.

“.....” He continues to stare. He seems serious.

“Last time I checked, I came out from a human,” you put it bluntly.

“.....” He squints his eyes and scrutinizes you.

“What? Don’t believe me?”

“No, sorry,” he covers his face and starts mumbling to himself, “That was a stupid question. I already have your birth certificate and…”

You can’t decide which brother is crazier, your stalker Eris who's obsessed with you for some reason, or his supposed younger brother Eren who also seems obsessed with you (or his brother) enough to kidnap and hold you hostage… and get ahold of your birth certificate for some reason. What exactly did you do to-

No. No wait. It’s not right to victim-blame. All of this started the day you let Eris stay that night… Gosh darn it! Why did you let him stay? You should’ve called the police instead of crying in his arms that night. Oh dear lord, it’s like that one pet video you watched where the owner got a pet, and then got another one so the first one wouldn’t get lonely, and then next thing you know, you got a third one, and then a fourth, and then a fifth one because—

“HEY!”

“What?” you drawl.

“AHHHH!” he whines, gripping his hair between fingers. “You have the attention span of a fly. A fly! I don’t understand what he sees in you!”

The way he’s shaking his head is creeping you out like some toddler throwing a tantrum. “Why don’t you ask him yourself if you’re so curious,” you suggest. “You’re brothers, aren’t you?”

He stops, head hanging. His fingers drop to his side before he suddenly slouches onto his chair, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. “I... I can’t,” he whispers.

“Huh?”

“I can’t!” he repeats, almost shrieking.

You place your hands back on the table and blink a few times, leaning forward in confusion. “Huh? You can’t? Why not?”

Eren looks away, sheepishly. He taps the tips of his fingers together. “He… He won’t talk to me anymore,” he pouts.

…..

If you weren’t sitting here under these terrible circumstances, you might’ve found Eren’s shy demeanor a bit cute. It kind of reminds you of Eris a little bit. But at this point, it just creeps you out how fast he goes from loud to controlled to being bashful all of a sudden.

“That… sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you state, sitting back in your seat. “And nothing to do with me. Can I go home now?”

He shoots you a glare before his face softens as he suddenly walks around the table and places his hands upon your shoulders. You attempt to grab them with your hands but find your shoulders and arms stiff underneath his strength, reminding you of Eris’s own cuddling strength. “But you, (Y/n)… I’ve noticed he hangs around you a lot. So… I’m proposing a deal~”

“Uh… ” 

“Or I’ll kill you,” he adds, a deranged smile on his face.

“I thought you said you needed me alive?”

“I know. But the more I think about it, you’d work wonderfully even if you’re dead.”

His face looks like it promises a very painful death. “O… kay. What’s the deal?” you ask.

“If I know anything about my brother— and I know my brother—”

Oh okay, Mr. “I-don’t–understand-what-he-sees-in-yo” Ermine, you wish you could quip. But you keep quiet and let him continue.

“—he’s already on his way here. B-B-But!” He holds up a teasing finger. “He’ll have to go through me to get to you. Sooo I need you to be hidden away until I k- I mean, he finds you. Okay?”

… It’s not like I have a choice in the matter, do I? You gulp. “He’s pretty strong.”

“Yeah? I know. I'm counting on that actually,” Eren says with a glint in his eye. “I'd like to see what our parents saw in him and finally get to… Hm~” He then releases you and takes a few steps back. “Guards! Take (Y/n) to the cargo hold. Make sure they can’t move, see, or speak. I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Before you can make a move or a peep, the waiters swiftly have your hands bound behind you with thick rope, eyes blindfolded and mouth bound, and a bag placed over your head to finish off before they carry you off like a writhing sack of potatoes down several hallways and down several flights of stairs, doing a number on your stuffed stomach, until they reach the destination and dump you onto the metal floor. They then bind your rope against some pole or column and then leave you alone with only the sounds of hidden cargo tapping the inside of their boxes with every rise and fall of… the ocean!?

-----🔔-----

[Some time earlier…]

Drip… drip… drip…

“Mother, you know when I said that ‘I like living’. I love it to death, actually.”

“I didn’t raise you to sass me, kit,” Ollie’s mother hisses, pinching his cheek. “ … But I see your point.”

“Great.”

“Still,” she adds, “they do say all is fair in love and war.”

Ollie’s father nods.

One of Ollie’s eyes twitches. “First of all, again, I am not in love. And second of all, do you hear yourself, Mother? Do you want the entire family to turn on Eris, of all people. In Agobury?”

Ollie's mother’s jaw drops. ““Most certainly not! But I want you to be happy, Ollie. It’s a grand thing to be in love, after all~” she says, snuggling up with Ollie’s father. He nuzzles the top of her head with his cheek in reciprocation.

“Really? How can you still say that—,” Ollie gestures to the scene behind them with both hands. “—when Eris did this just to escape?”

The light-colored walls of the hallways are stained with splatters of crimson behind sitting corpses. Guts and bits of flesh litter the floor in pools of red. Broken equipment colored black lay scattered about as if a deranged artist had accidentally made a stroke of genius to give the viewer a place to rest their eyes in a painting called “The Red Massacre”.

Ollie’s mother chuckles. “Dear kit, if it weren’t for the Treaty, we couldn’t just be in charge of the banks. If you so wished, dear kit, you should know that our family would have your back… Even if it is up against Eris.”

Tap… tap… tap…

“... I had heard… things about him… but I had never expected…” a female voice trails off, making her way steadily through the red lakes.

The Panthera family turn towards Lyn, who looks at the scene with wide eyes. “Apologies for the lives of your men on Eris’s behalf, Lyn,” says Ollie. “When it comes to his lover, Eris can get a bit—”

“No, no, no. They were prepared to give their lives for the famiglia's security… “ Lyn says as her eyes catch something shiny within the puddles of blood.

She sticks her fingers into the pool and pulls out a band.

A ring.

A golden ring.

On the inside of the golden ring, engraved in Latin are the words, “Love you forever and always”...

“Why would…” Lyn’s voice fades as a lightbulb lights up so brilliantly in her mind that it proceeds to shatter into a million pieces.

Oh.

OH.

OH.

A gentle smile graces her lips as she rubs the blood off the ring on the black vicuna of her suit before pocketing it safely and turning towards Ollie.

“I think I can understand Eris's… reaction now. It seems that we need to find and punish whoever took Eris’s lover, don’t we?” she says, with venom underlaced. “It would be a shame if all of these men gave up their lives… for nothing,” she spits the last word.

A shiver runs up Ollie’s spine upon the sight of Lyn. Her normally empty brown irises are replaced with bloody halos, illuminated by the white of her scleras. Unnerving, paired with her angelic smile.

There used to be a saying in Agobury that every time a May Devil smiled, the world would fall to hell.

An exaggeration, a legend, a myth, perhaps a tall tale told to children nowadays to never cross a member of the May Devils, lest they wish to end up found torn apart and devoured by stray dogs in some dark alleyway, but the sight of Lyn now reminds Ollie of the fated day he had saved her on a whim. 

The May Devils have existed longer than any other family in this godforsaken city for a reason… and to think they prefer to align themselves in the public to family-friendly gentle dog breeds like golden retrievers or maremma sheepdogs.

Hah… there couldn’t possibly be a god with all of these dogs running about…

And so, Agobury’s top dog and cat have decided to join forces to chase after the weasel who is chasing after his younger brother who has spared nothing to keep you safely tucked away in a storage room.

Until next time…

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[Current]

“HEPH! HEPH! HEPH!”

You attempt to call for help, but no one answers. You have been abandoned. There is no one who will save you here.

…..

Stupid Eris. 

…..

Stupid Ollie.

…..

Stupid… Lyn…

You bang the back of your head against the pole. As if you can think about your lunatic ex who traumatized you to the point of making you adverse to free money in this economy right now!? You can’t even begin to consider pitting how bad being in that situation was against the situation you’re in now…

… Can you?

In the silent darkness, the pounding in your head starts to get louder and louder. And then you feel your heart start to beat against your eardrums faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster—

You don’t know how big this place is, but underneath the bag it seems small. Too small. Too small and stuffy. So stuffy, you can’t breathe properly, which means you can’t think properly. It’s suffocating. It’s suffocating here, in this small space. A small space in a ship that is in the middle of who knows where, which means  you can’t escape. You will have to wait for someone to get you out, but nobody knows you’re here, and if nobody knows you’re here, you’re trapped. Trapped all alone. All alone just like when you were trapped in that place with your ex. Except you had your ex that time, but this time you have no one. No one no one no one no one no one just like before—

“Shhhhh…” You feel a hand on top of your covered head. A sing-songy voice clears away all of your messy thoughts and slows down your heartbeat enough for you to take full, deep breaths. “Fear not, dear (Y/n). You… are going to be okay.”

[princeofsinweek]

Day 5: Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

Can't belive it is already time for Day 6! I hope everyone has enjoyed Prince of Sin Week! Another is definitely in the works for next year! Really enjoyed all the content for the Prince of Gluttony's day. With Throne of Secrets coming out in October, I can't wait to see all the new content for Prince Gluttony!

Header by @afandomangel

Moodboards

Day 5, "Champagne Fountain." by @badomenwhump

Fics

Indulge in you - Gluttony x Reader by @litnerdwrites

No Rest For The Wicked - Prince Gluttony x Actor!Reader by @afandomangel

To Us - Prince Gluttony x OC!Helena by @afandomangel

[stanleyvampire14]

Guys Ryder Kinnie bingo let’s go (I’m sorry if this calls you out, hey I’ll call myself out-)

@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks here’s your bingo ^_^

[h3sp3ria]

Obey me x my mc incorrect quotes

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(talking abt Lucifer)

levi: Why don’t you go talk to them? diavolo, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. levi: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? diavolo: They could hear me.

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solomon: *sees lucifer and diavolo together* solomon: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. raven: You mean... you ship them?

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mammon: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. raven: Aren't you forgetting something? mammon: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses raven's forehead before running out.* raven: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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raven: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. mammon: This is a lie. mammon: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. mammon: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS?????

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mammon: Bro- raven: No, no, hold up, rewind. raven: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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thirteen: I like your top, mammon! raven: I have a name, you know. mammon: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

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raven: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single? solomon: Do not do that. raven: You won’t even notice! asmo, entering: raven, you wanted to see me again? raven: solomon's single solomon:

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raven: You have to apologize to them mammon. mammon: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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asmo: Hey, lucifer, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? lucifer: Yeah. asmo: And you, diavolo? diavolo: Umm... yes? asmo: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! diavolo: Did they just-

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raven: *sucking on a popsicle* asmo: Pfft, you practicing for when mammon gets here? raven: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* asmo: *Concern*

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mammon, about raven: Can I tell them they look nice? lucifer: Sure. mammon: Can I tell them I respect them? lucifer: Maybe, if they ask. mammon: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs? lucifer: … lucifer: I’d save that for later.



masterlist

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Part 23 - Family Portrait (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here. Chapter 22: here.

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 words. 18+ in places (18+ will be marked Mature). Please inform me if you ish to be tagged/untagged. If text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner thoughts. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Updated Bios: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio. Eddie - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

Her uncle Bran had taken them to a booked out office building, there to greet them is the rest of Kirby's uncles, and aunts and their kids, Kirby's cousins, without their spouses or children.

Kirby's uncles and aunts are at different tables, surrounded by their kids, Kirby takes a moment to take in the sight of her whole family seemingly on the same page. Naoise and the other Cyhyraeths, Rhodri and the other Ogres, Uinseann and the other Clurichauns, Yorath and the other Hunters, Bran and the other Fomorians, Delwyn and the other Mountains, Fergus and the other Dullahans, and the other two Dragons, her mother and father.

Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks up from the pram, "Okay, who is everyone?"

"Right," Kirby points to each member of the family as she lists off the names, "Naoise and Talulla, the eldest of my Uncles and his wife, their kids, Maeve, Deirdre, Jarlath, Patrick, Bridget, Rosaleen and Lochlainn. Rhodri and Grania, second eldest, their kids, Fionn, Aisling, Caoimhe, Uilliam, Ivor and Eithne. Uinseann and Odharnait, third eldest, their kids, Sean, Wyn, Haf and Tydfil."

"Remember to breathe, Doll." He whispers.

Kirby chuckles and smiles softly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Yorath and Deryn, fourth eldest, their kids, Vaughan , Neifion, Olwen, Gwen. You've already met Bran… Delwyn-"

"He looks like a Rottweiler." Eddie murmurs, covering his mouth with his left hand, the light glinting off his silver wedding ring.

"I know right," Kirby beams, "Anyway, his wife, Rhosyn, their daughter Llinos, and their son Roderick. Finally, my uncle Fergus, aunt Aoife and their son Flann… and you've already met my parents."

"Big family. I'll try and keep track of who's who." He notes, scratching his beard.

"This is without my cousins' spouses or kids, or their spouses and kids… oh wait no, there's Conan, Maeve has at least brought one of her kids."

Conan, a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular young man, orange hair with brown roots and blue eyes peek out from under an orange hoodie, when he turns his back to them, Eddie gets a clear view of the C.R.C logo on the back, the same symbol as some of Kirby's fancier shirts.

"He's ya cousin's son, he looks as old as you." Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"He is, actually he's a year older than me, and has two more kids than we do." She murmurs.

One of Kirby's cousins passes by Eddie closely, Kirby barely just notices a quick movement of their hands.

"Vaughan, give Eddie his wallet back or else." Kirby growls.

"Oh shit, sorry, here." Vaughan holds Eddie's wallet out to him.

"With all the money that was in there." She glares.

"There wasn't any… ugh, fine…" Vaughan sighs, replacing the money in Eddie's wallet.

"Notice anythin' missin', my soldier." She whispers, kissing Eddie gently.

The colour drains from Vaughan's face as he realises he's just stolen from Kirby's husband. He empties his pockets of everything, he's managed to steal from Eddie within a minute, it takes about three minutes for Vaughan to finally finish emptying his pockets.

"Please don't tell my wife." Vaughan requests.

"I don't have to tell her, she just watched you empty your pockets." Kirby grins, draping herself over Eddie's shoulders from behind.

Vaughan's face drops, looking over to see his wife, very annoyed at him, he goes running over in an attempt to calm her.

"He stole everythin' but my clothes… He's experienced at that?"

"Yep. He's spent two years in Prescoed for theft."

"Two years? Your cousin has spent time, in prison, for theft?"

"Never said any of them were saints." She murmurs, kissing him gently.

"Nah, ya saved that praise for my mother." Eddie smirks.

"That's because Ruthie is a saint, Saint Ruth, patron saint of New York."

Eddie chuckles, getting a seat at the table with Kirby's folks.

"Kirby, see Ivor, I told you she'd be here."

"Fionn," Kirby perks up as she looks over at the two heaviest-set of her cousins, "Come here, meet Eddie."

Fionn and his younger, though heavier-set, brother, Ivor walk over to Kirby and Eddie.

"Fionn Rhydderch, this is my brother, Ivor. We're responsible for Kirby loving food, and we made her experiment with food."

"Yeah, we also were the first people to get drunk." Ivor chimes in.

"Oh, so you two are why my wife likes kebabs so much?" Eddie asks as he shakes hands with Fionn and Ivor.

"Do you two remember, March fifth two-thousand-ten?"

"Yeah," Fionn nods, "Sharin' six extra-large pizzas, nine burgers, and three buckets of KFC. We each had two of those one litre bottles of soda and a tub of ice cream."

"Man, that was fun, especially the burping contest at that night's show. On commentary as well. Marciano hated us doin' that." Ivor giggles.

Eddie's jaw drops slightly at the mental image of Kirby, aged just nineteen, with Fionn and Ivor, all eating that much food in one sitting.

"Da, I'm gonna go get myself a coffee, you guys want anythin'?" Kirby asks as she stands next to her husband.

"Can you pick me up a pack of menthols and a Red Bull, Ma?"

Kirby nods, making a note on her phone, listening to her parents' requests, grabbing her wallet from her purse and going to the shop next door, a roughly five to ten minute long trip.

She jokingly sends Eddie a text of 'If I'm not back in 20, call the cops'.

It should have been under ten minutes, should have been less than an hour. Should have been.

Then again, she wasn't planning on being knocked out.

Nor was she planning on waking up, in what looks like, a dungeon or a creepy basement from a horror movie.

Oww, fuck, my head's killin' me.

She looks around the room a little, no signs of life.

She goes to speak, but her mouth has been wrapped in duct-tape, all that she says is too muffled to decipher.

She goes to move, quickly realising that she's tired tightly to a chair, or rather a stool with a metal pole behind it connected to both the ceiling and floor.

Where the fuck am I?

She puts her head down to pray, almost giving herself whiplash when she hears laughter.

What is this? Some sort of sick joke from one of Eddie's friends? No, Homicide, Moxley, Marciano, not even Penta laughs like that, and it's for sure not Eddie, to deep, to bassy… Mike?

Kirby's eyes widen, to an almost unnatural degree.

Eddie was right, Mike's helping Damien… I let him into my home, I let him around my children… MY SONS! EDDIE!

Kirby's heart pounds in her chest, like a bird attempting to flee a tightly locked cage.

I gotta get to my sons, I need to find a way back to Eddie. Fuck you Mike, I trusted you, I spent so many years trusting you. Only for this?! For my best friend to betray me?!

She feels someone grab her chin and force her to look at them, Vi, smiling devilishly.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." She whispers.

"Hey big girl, what, you're angry at us for kidnapping the mama bear away from her cubs?" Ashkii chuckles, a glimmer of gold in his smile.

"Or," Yoshi's voice echoes as she gets closer, heels clicking against steel steps, "Perhaps she's mad at us for taking her away from the American boy?"

"You like American dick, I got one right here for ya." Ash laughs, thrusting his crotch towards her face, doing the DX crotch chop as he does so.

Mike's laughter in the background is joined by Damien's.

"That's enough taunting her, I think it's time for our proposal." Damien dismisses Ash, Vi and Yoshi.

Kirby watches them walk away, her attention snapping to Damien when he rips the tape off her mouth. Ouch, motherfucker, why'd you have to be such an asshole?! Damien chuckles when he sees the fury in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt, beast?"

"What do you want, Damien?"

"I want the band back together. Think of it, my child, The Native Pride Regime, on tour, all over America."

"I have children, Damien, I can't be away from my sons like this." She glares at him, feeling Mike's hand on the back of her neck.

"If you agree to this plan, I'll keep you alive." He offers.

"Fine, I'll be a puppet on a string for you, but only if I can see my sons." She bargains.

"Deal… oh, and I won't be so nice if you refuse my orders this time around." He chuckles, leaving Kirby with Mike.

Mike forcibly kisses her, she tries to get away but he holds onto her neck, shoving her tongue in her mouth and filming in, pulling away and whispering to her, "I'll show ya husband, ya moved on from him fine."

The beating soon begin again, any time she moves even a finger out of time or out of the line.

Soon ending up underweight and an alcoholic again, drinking to numb her pain and too afraid to pray, no longer having her phone or wallet.

Her belongings, other than her clothes, all end up in Damien's possession within a week.

Her bra and panties end up in Mike's lecherous and lewd hands, every night she's handcuffed to his bedpost, forced to sleep next to him. He had taken to filming himself making out with her and sending it to Eddie, getting a sick joy from when she cries during the videos. She had been forced to see him naked, in his sleep, every night for nearly a month.

A month of her sons developing into humans, ripped from her like it was nothing.

They had been ghosting AEW for the entire month, following them via the independent circuit and actually playing music at bars and clubs. Kirby was certain someone got a glimpse of her in Ohio, and knew that Jon had been trying to call her when they reached New Jersey. Sara had dragged two of the other girls, on the roster, away from walking in Kirby's direction in Cincinnati, and then at the next show, the wrathful idiot had also gotten rid of Moxley, when he tried to approach Kirby whilst face-timing Eddie at that event.

New York, the place Eddie and her had called home, September 29th, Rochester, not quite home, home is Yonkers.

She was back to being the scared girl she was upon first meeting Eddie.

When Eddie caught a glimpse of her backstage, she ran, not towards him but away. Shit, fuck, Damien will rip me limb from limb, nope! Not today!

Her fear overwhelmed her like the ocean to the Titanic in its last moments, dragging her into the depths of her own mind, suffocating any hope she had left that he still loved her.

She could hear footsteps running after her, as she ran through the parking lot, the sound following her until she reached an alleyway and hid, her body trembling, behind a dumpster with no way out if whoever, or whatever, caught her there.

She covers her mouth to quiet the sounds of her breathing. Shit, they followed me down here. Her mind races as she races as she listens to the footsteps get closer. That doesn't sound like any of the Lucifarians, or the Hounds, or the band members of the Native Pride Regime. I can't identify them, Fuck! The sound gets closer, accompanied by heavy breathing, whoever this is, is out of breath, they're badly out of breath, and sniffing or snivelling, clearly emotional either way.

"I can tell ya here, let's just talk about this." Kirby can only tell the voice is a man, possibly Santana, Ortiz or… God forbid, Kingston. Damien's beaten me so badly, I can't even tell if that's Kingy.

She slowly stands up, mentally thanking the late night hour for making everything so dark, I might actually have a chance at sneaking away… if I knew Rochester as well as I have grown to know the disgusting taste of Mike's tongue.

A passing police car lights up her figure for a moment in blue light, allowing the person to see her pale frame.

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Mafia Ringleader x GN Reader

What? I'm sick of these classic Mafia husbands trope yet we all know damn well that part of us is digging real deep into it. So allow me to hand you one of my Mafia OCs.

One of the nation's biggest threats has yet to be your lover, wagging his imaginary tail as he rested his face on your lap. We are so desensitized to how immoral a mafia is due to the romanticization of it to the point you just straight up ignore all his crimes!

Because of his work, the two of you can't really have a private date somewhere out there. Sure the bodyguards are not in sight but you know better than to think that they are not lurking around to keep you both safe from his rivals.

"Won't you gimme a smooch'aroo?" "... In front of your men?" "*Pouts* Pretty please?"

You love it when he throws all cold facades away and shifts himself into a touch-starved puppy! Who would have known this guy just sent one of his enemies their men's heads as a lingering threat to not exert themselves~

While your lover is not involved in the human trafficking side, it doesn't justify his actions for being the largest drug dealer in this nation. Whatever type you are looking for, junkies, he has it all stored for you, with a price of course.

But if you are a junkie reader then he'd be quite worried. You see, he may be dealing drugs but that doesn't mean he's doing drugs. He likes nicotine but would rather not indulge himself in yet another addiction okay? And that goes the same way to you! Please stop it.

And may I tell you that Kaspar enjoys ranting to you about how his day(s) has been, how he wants you to comfort him as you praise him for surviving yet another day? Empty plates are not filled with him just sitting around and he has to fight every day to not remind himself of the old days?

"Oh yes, have my beloved eaten? You are not going through another silly diet, right? Trust me, food is meant to be enjoyed and not over-calculated!"

There are also times he'd rant non-stop about this certain lawyer that he's working with. Of how one of the nation's biggest threats, has been reduced into an errand boy for his spouse! Can you believe that, babe?

Overall Rating? 9/10. Where did the 1 one go to? Your dead friend that insulted you and his punishments. Ehe.

Look, he has a problem with people who dare to look down on him and you, he has grown up in a rather unfortunate background in which he fights teeth and nails to break free so how DARE someone patronize him or you?

Yeah, it sounds romantic but not so cute when it's your literal bestie. He spares no mercy in how he deals with them too, the only mercy he's offering is one chance and nothing more.

Another dark side of him would be his... punishment. Ehe. Due to his upbringing as a ringleader, he is used to disciplining his men, rough. Sure he doesn't give you the same punishment as he does to his men but that doesn't mean it saves you from how unpleasant it is.

The worst punishment that wrenches his heart would be making you skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner! He doesn't have the heart to but he has to! (Honestly, in your opinion, there is literally worse punishment than this, not gonna name it.)

Yeah he is a Beelzebub at heart (Gluttony)

[litnerdwrites]

Okay, so I've spent this week expanding the plots for three of my Prince of Sin week posts that I've been meaning to turn into series.

Clandestine Affairs (Lust x OC) The name's a wip, so it might change After losing her mother to a death goddess on the path of vengeance, and the loving father she had once known to the subsequent grief, Amara Willows feels completely alone in the world. One night, when she walks to one of the various cliff-sides of Palermo, searching for an escape, she finds herself entranced by strange music, leading to a bonfire on the beach, where she finds an escape of a very different kind. But will it be enough to shake off the shackles of her life, and somehow find a way to keep her own head above water?

Catharsis (Gluttony x OC) Aurora had spent many centuries living in her mountain cabin, at the Edge of House Gluttony. She was, for the most part, content with her quiet lifestyle and had every intention of keeping it that way, until an injured demon and an overindulgent Prince came stumbling into her life. Now, neither the invitations, gifts, nor visitor stop coming. Well, one visitor in particular, but, for once, she can't say she minds too much. Though, she would appreciate a lack of ice dragons in her yard.

Between the Stacks (Sloth x OC) Eleanore has worked at House Sloth for decades as a research assistant, living her immortal life between the stacks, with mostly just Lo for company. Overtime, however, her own past and social anxieties begin to catch up with her, tugging at her seams and threatening to unravel her, and the tentative peace she found for herself.

Beyond this, I have a few Euphemia one shots floating around up there too. While the over all, chapter by chapter plots are vague, I have a general idea for each of them. Heads up though, Gluttony and Lust's are likely going to be 10 chapters, minimum, based on my plans. Sloth's is more likely to be three to five chapters.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Hi, just wanted to say I'm in love with your seven deadly sins gang and their "I didn't want to be here in the first place" reader. If you are still taking asks, I have one for them. Is there any situation where the yanderes would all team up to keep their General? In my head they would do it after they win the big fight and reader tries to return to their king and job, but is there another? Is there none? I'm so curious.

(Side ask: when the gang dies, will they become demons or just be reincarnated again?)

OMG someone who wants to talk about my precious babies! You are the first and honestly you're cool as hell

For reference for the nut jobs (affectionate) who haven't checked it out this is the post in question: https://www.tumblr.com/snoopledrooplecheesedoodle/749212003356278784/thought-id-reblog-this-as-i-believe-it-deserves?source=share

Imma start by saying my darling sins would probably not share as many of them when becoming more like their sin will make all of them more territorial. Some in fact have been planning how to kill them off and make it look like an accident during the end of the "Holy War". What a shame everyone survived (except probably some people from the other side).

Most likely Demon General Reader will try to return to their duty as head of the Forces of Hell and serve Balam (regardless of any injuries sustained in battle). The seven really don't like the fact that you are leaving. After all this time? Do they mean nothing to you?

Marmaduke (Sloth) is most accepting of sharing followed by Désirée (Lust) they love you above all else so if they have to share with others to keep you here, so be it.

Some a begrudging about it Kali (Wrath) for example wants to rip off all the others heads but knows what must be done. The only reason Nalani (Pride) agrees is because she's the defacto leader therefore she would have the most say.

Others are...not so lenient. Avaris often slips under the radar with how shy they are but are still the embodiment of Greed. It's in their nature to want to hoard you all to themselves. They have grown more powerful and will unleash their full potential in the name of being the only one to hold you close.

Cain is the second most dangerous yandere in the way of being aware and impulsive. He knows it's fucked up, but he doesn't care, he's willing to kill everyone (yourself included) to be the only one to have your gaze. He won't jump to killing you unless you resist heavily so... good luck.

Gwyn: holy shit you are screwed. Gwyn is the most dangerous yandere to everyone, to others physically, to you mentally. You're his pet and she doesn't take lightly to others touching their property. Well, you also are the one almost equal to them so they're willing to tone the whole owning you stuff so long as you remain their handsome bodyguard.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 30 - Apology Sex]

Pairing: service switch!Yoongi x switch f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Vampires!AU, Magic!AU

Kinks: he kneels for her & crawls to her, foot & leg worship, cunnilingus, hair pulling (m.receiving), strength kink, sex on a piano, vaginal fingering, he wants to kiss her but gets denied so harddd, Kook makes a non-sexual appearance bahahah, healthy communication, loving aftercare

Wordcount: 3.9k

a/n: you really said "what if OC gets jealous because of Fringella?" and to that i say"what then?" 🤪

You don’t know why exactly you are at his wing after what he did, but here you are. The chandelier illuminates the music room while the rest of his wing is dark. The curtains behind you are pulled closed, deforming the melodies you are playing. 

They come easy to you tonight, leaving your fingers angrily because this is exactly how you were feeling. 

Angry.

Angry at the music, angry at this room and angry at Yoongi. You and he were supposed to go out tonight, but he cancelled last minute to meet Fringella instead. Bear in mind, the meeting is strictly business according to him, but it still pisses you off. Out of all the people on this earth, he stands you up for Fringella, the biggest Bitch in the universe. And that says a lot because you normally refrain from calling other women this word. It fits her however. If you could, you would change the word “bitch” to her name and it would practically be the same thing. Not only is she heartless, mean and rude, she is also one of his old lovers. Granted, it was a long time ago and he was a different person back then, but Fringella still likes to rub it in whenever she sees you that Yoongi was able to be entirely himself with her, vampire gluttony and all. And that he will always have to hold back with you.

Oh lord, how you hate this bitch. 

Your fingers slam down on the keys, the candles on the piano flicker angrily as you let the emotion flow through you. 

The longer you think about it, the angrier you get, forcing the music to cut the air in fury. 

You like to consider yourself not a jealous lover. Of course you have your moments, like any person has, but generally you aren’t a jealous lover. When it comes to Yoongi and Fringella, however, you are the most jealous person to ever exist. In your imagination, they are currently having the most intense vampire sex ever. In your imagination, he tells her how she “really gets him”. In your imagination, he kisses her afterwards and calls her beautiful. 

“Urgh, this is stupid”, you growl, hitting the keys with your hand. 

The piano complains in shrill, loud sounds. 

“What did the poor piano do to you?”

You lift your eyes to the person standing in the doorway. 

Yoongi, still dressed in his leather jacket and jeans, is leaning against it with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“You changed out of your dress.”

“Don’t talk to me”, you hiss, looking away. You begin playing again, doing so loudly and with anger. 

Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat.

“Geez, sorry. I didn’t know that I was on the naughty list too.”

“Oh, piss off.”

“You’re the one in my wing. You can always leave.” 

His pissy tone hurts. Granted, you were the one who started it but he was supposed to be asking questions not throw the anger back at you. The jealousy and insecurity you were feeling all night is suddenly unbearable. 

You end the song abruptly, meeting his eyes. He furrows his brows at the sight of your tears. You stand up and stomp to him, only to swerve right past him.

“Hey”, he says, voice soft and worried. He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. “I’m sorry. I had a bad day and I let it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your apologies”, you spit and slip out of his hold to leave his wing. 

Yoongi flinches as you slam the door closed, listening to your angry stomps become quieter and quieter. Another door slams closed and then he decides not to listen in any longer. 

“What the fuck just happened?” he murmurs to himself, feeling completely and utterly lost. 

Yoongi spends the next hour coming up with what could have pissed you off to such levels. Once he thinks that he figured it out, he instantly runs to where he can hear you. 

The piano in the main sitting room. The one where you and he had this very intense moment years ago before he told you his life story and realised that he was in love with you. 

Jungkook is in the room with you when Yoongi enters. He is drawing, lifting his head at the smell of him. He gives him a sweet eye smile.

“Hey, hyungie.” 

You mess up for a second but catch yourself quickly. You aren’t looking at Yoongi, which he knows that you are doing on purpose.

“Bub, can you leave the room for a second?” Yoongi asks Jungkook. 

“Uh…”

“No. He stays”, you grumble.

Jungkook blinks in confusion, looking between you and Yoongi. He can smell the anger and tension between you and him, wondering what the hell is happening.

“Leave, please bub.”

“No. Stay.” 

“Don’t listen to him, he is a cheater.”

Yoongi furrows his brows. You frown.

“You know what? I think I just heard, uhm, Tae call for me. Uh. I’m coming, mon cher!” Jungkook says and flees the scene quickly. 

The door closes. It is just you and Yoongi. 

“So I’m a cheater now?”

“How else would you call someone who stands up his girlfriend to meet with his psycho ex instead?” 

“Let me think about it for a second. Oh yeah, innocent. I had no choice.”

“Yeah sure. You just wanted to see her. Be honest.”

“I would take an hour of someone repeatedly scooping out my eyeballs over willingly seeing Fringella. Trust me, ___.”

“It still hurts me, Yoongi.” 

“I can see that.”

“Good. You’re supposed to see it.”

Yoongi tongues his cheek.

“Where did you leave her, mhm?” You challenged him. “After you fu-”

“Don’t finish this sentence.” He interrupts you, darkening his eyes.

You scowl at him. Yoongi frowns at you. 

In the end, you are the one to break eye contact. You lower them to the piano, beginning to play again. Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs.

“Look. I’m sorry that I had to cancel tonight. I really wanted to go on this date with you. I wouldn’t have cancelled it if her issue wasn’t important”, he says in a normal voice.

“Fringella’s stuff should never be important enough for you to cancel on me.”

“Agreed. Except this was vampire stuff, not Fringella stuff. Someone is illegally turning people in Geneva. Stuff like that endangers our existence and puts humans at risk. And given how I’m the only Creator alive, taking care of shit like that falls back on me.” 

You give up with a sigh. The play stops again. You meet his eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry. I know it was important. I just hate that it had to be Fringella.”

“Guess who does too?” he says and scoffs.

You meet his eyes. He softens his gaze.

“Look, princess. I’m here now and I only want you”, he says, walking to you.

“Prove it.”

He stops and stares.

“What?” 

“Prove it. I don’t believe you.”

Yoongi sees the sparkle of excitement in your eyes. He knows what that means. He wants to make it happen for you. 

He falls to his knees right where he stands just so he could crawl to you on all fours. 

You watch it happen with an increasing pulse. Yoongi crawls under the piano to get to you, looking up at you once he does. 

“I knew I was in love with you in this room”, he whispers and lowers his head to your feet to kiss them.

“Wait. Really?” you gasp. This is news to you, making you weak both emotionally and physically. 

“Yes. I knew I loved you.” He kisses your instep. “Knew I would do anything for you.” He kisses your ankles. “Knew that I would set the whole world on fire for you.” He kisses your calves. “You made me feel again, my love.” He kisses your knees, fingers pushing up the sleeping gown you are currently wearing. “Three thousand years of not giving a shit and you made me wanna fucking feel again.” 

He kisses your inner thighs, sucking tender spots of his adoration where you are the most sensitive. You smell like home between your legs. Sitting by the piano and wearing a long dress really warmed you up tonight. Yoongi feels droop,  trapped under your dress and with your soft thighs under his lips. 

“You made me wanna be myself again, princess beloved”, he whispers and connects his mouth with your heat. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, curling into yourself and grabbing his head over the dress.

He flicks his tongue. 

You tremble, resting your stomach on his head at the sudden pleasure he makes you feel. It forces your pussy to slip back on the chair and therefore make it impossible for him to taste you.

Yoongi slips his head from your dress, not daring to lick his wet lips in case it would remove your sweetness from them. Now that he got a taste of you, he can’t get enough. Having you on his lips is the only way to have heaven and Yoongi would be damned to take this away. 

“Do you not want me to serve you, my princess?” he asks and right now this nickname carries a different meaning to it. When he whispers it in such a way, it feels as if he was your humble servant and you were his royal highness. His eyes show his religious and submissive devotion as well, gazing at you. 

“I, I don’t know. I didn’t expect this”, you stutter. “You, you just told me the moment you realised you love me.”

“I should have done it sooner. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I”, you cup his face, “fuck Yoongi, now I really want you to eat me out.” 

“Me too. Please.”

You nod your head, scooting to the edge of the chair. Yoongi helps you with the last inches, pulling you against his tongue by your hips. 

He groans deliciously, pressing the flat of his hands against your lower back. 

“So good, holy fuck”, his voice tickles you, his tongue replaces it instantly. 

“This is. So nice, actually. Wow”, you get out, following it up with a moan. You put your hand on his hidden head, petting it as best as your strength allows you. 

You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. There aren’t many things which feel as good as Yoongi does. Especially right now, after he confessed such a romantic thing to you.

You think back to That night. It was storming and it was icy outside. You and he fought at first until you kissed his cheek and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He kneeled for you as well back then, eating your pussy while your back was pressed against the window. He was so gluttonous back then, deeply obsessed with your taste. Thinking that it was because he realised that he loved you, makes this memory so much sweeter. 

Yoongi isn’t as gluttonous tonight. He is more calculated, knowing which spots to pay attention to because he knows you these days. He knows how to get you to sigh, how to get you to gasp and how to get you to moan. He knows the spots which don’t really do it for you and the spots which instantly get you wetter. He knows all these things because he loves you. Only you. It will always be you. 

“It’s you, my love.” He kisses your petals and swollen clit. “There’s no one else for me.” He shows you his honesty by wiggling his tongue through your folds only to end it by sucking on your clit gently. Not for long, you should feel a quick bold of electricity, nothing more. 

When you gasp and tense, he lets go of your clit again to repeat the paths of his tongue. Down through your petals and to your entrance. He tilts your hips for it, lowering himself so he is looking up at you.

Like this, he buries his tongue inside you. He moans louder than you, drooling down his chin. Your pussy makes him salivate, it always will. He didn’t know what true pleasure tastes like until he got That first taste of you. 

You are heaven. A heaven he eagerly explores with his long tongue. You moan loudly, rolling your head back. Your toes curl on the carpet, back arching sensually. His tongue is so thick, so long and wet. Because of his nature as a Gluttonous Ripper, it can grow. You can feel him in the deepest parts of you, loving and adoring you. 

“I love this so much”, you choke out, pushing him closer. 

Yoongi lets you gladly, growling deeply when his nose brushes against your clit. He inhales like an addict, feeling his head pound. His black veins grow down his face, behind his closed lids his eyes become demonic. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry”, he breaks away. 

“No. Whyyyy?” you mewl. You roll your head to the front groggily, meeting his eyes. “Yoongi, your eyes.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m selfish, it felt like feeding and, and I didn’t I-”

You silence him by grabbing his chin, bending down so he can taste your words.

“So you’re telling me that you would rather stop this than show me that you’re mine?” 

“No. Sorry”, he whispers, gazing up at you. When he is looking at you like that, you wouldn’t even think that his eyes are currently red and black like those of a monster. He looks like a devoted little puppy so ready to obey its owner. 

“Then get back between my legs and feast on me.” 

“Can I do it better?”

“Whatever helps your case.” 

“I love you, ___. It will never change.” 

You brush your thumb over his black veins, whispering your words.

“I know, Min Yoongi. I love you too.” 

He leans in for a kiss, but you deny him. He mewls softly, gazing longingly. You, however, never grant him his wish, straightening your back. 

You part your legs.

“Go ahead.” 

Yoongi gets to his feet and picks you up. 

“Oh? What are you doing?” 

“Making it better for you”, he says and tries to kiss you again.

You however stop him with a finger against his lips. It moves them around a little, giving you glimpses of his fangs. They look so cute to you right now. 

“Fuck, this is the worst thing you can do to me”, he presses out.

“I know. That’s why I’m doing it”, you tease, scrunching your nose. 

“I already said I’m sorry.”

“I believe you. But you promised me proof.” You move closer. 

Yoongi moans softly, chasing your kiss. 

“This is your proof”, you whisper, moving back before your lips can touch.

“Fuck, this is driving me mad.” 

“Good.” You snicker and ruffle his hair at the nape of his neck. “You were trying to give me an orgasm.”

“Right. Fuck, princess. I’m going insane because of you.” 

He lifts you atop the piano and lies you down carefully. Your legs naturally open for him. You pull your dress up and over your butt so you are completely exposed to him. The piano feels cold against your butt and it’s a nice feeling to experience.

“My goddess”, Yoongi whispers, caressing your inner thighs gently. Yoongi doesn’t believe in gods or higher beings, so this nickname means a lot coming from him.

“I feel so empty, Yoongi. Hurry up”, you try not to beg, but it’s difficult not to. He makes you crave his touch.

Yoongi listens well and claims the emptiness between your legs by burying two of his long fingers in your warmth. His hand is turned to the side in this position, allowing the pads of his fingers to rub against the side of your walls. With fingers like his’, the way they enter you doesn’t matter a lot. They are long and thick enough to completely fill you, no matter the angle. 

Tonight it makes you arch your back and moan his name. 

“Do you like this?” he asks, watching his fingers pump into you. You make them so wet. He drools because of it, feeling his head pound. He craves you. How he does.

“I love it. Ahmmm”, you encourage him, writhing sensually. 

Yoongi remembers when he built this piano. It was a difficult year for him, lonely and full of guilt, and building the piano was the only joy he felt. To think that one day he will have the love of his eternal life writhing on it because he pleasures her just right, feels like an acid trip to him. 

“You’re a dream. This is a dream. Holy fuck, my love”, he gets out and kisses your warmth. You might deny him the taste of your lips, but he won’t be denied this taste. He kisses you with a dizzy head, licking his fingers each time he pulls out. 

You can feel whenever he licks his fingers clean. His tongue grinds against your clit when he does and it feels so good. 

“Don’t stop.” 

“Never. I couldn’t. Mhhhm princess…”

He connects his tongue with your clit completely, grinding the flat of it against you. He purrs into you, picking up a quick and deep rhythm with his fingers. 

“Oh! Wow! Ah!” you yelp up, body trembling in blissed shock. A groan of his name and an arch of your back follows. 

Yoongi moans with you, furrowing his brows in pleasure. This is it. You are currently existing for nothing but the bliss he makes you feel. He feels high from pride. He doesn’t need his cock to drive you wild. He knows exactly what he has to do with his hands to fulfill your every need. 

“Holy moly, this feels so good. What the fuck”, you croak out, reaching down to hold whatever you can grab first. 

It is his other hand, once dug deep into your thigh possessively, you manage to pull it away from you. He intertwines his fingers with you, giving you a loving squeeze as his other hand makes passionate love to your dripping pussy. 

“Yoongi. Yoongi, oh god, Yoongi”, you moan, allowing your legs to shake against your will. It is the only right way to handle how he fingers you. 

Yoongi’s hands deserve a hymn of their own. If somebody would dare you to describe what his hands meant to you, they would regret it because you would not be able to shut up. Not only are they beautiful and sexy, they are also makers of so many of your favourite memories. Holding hands, intertwining fingers when dancing, feeling his loving touch when you’re half asleep, feeling his grip when you are lost in shared pleasure are just a few of the things they are so good at. Cooking for you, creating for you, making music, nourishing your plants and using them to fight for good are just a few of the other things. 

Yoongi’s hands deserve their own hymn, for everything they do and especially for the way they finger you.

“Feels so good. Yoongi, your fingers, ah!”

Yoongi buries them deeper, twisting his hand in circular motions to give you a taste of them. You writhe and shake on the piano, clit throbbing under his tongue. 

You like it. Yoongi growls because of it, drooling all over you which is perfect because it means that his fingers slip so much easier. 

“Yoongi, oh god.”

“I fucking love how you say my name”, he lulls, giving you electric pleasure one deep thrust at a time. “and gotta love your pussy too, princess. Such a sweet, warm pussy. Makes me drunk on you, princess love…”

Any kind of insecurity, jealousy or anxiety you felt tonight is gone from your system. As is your anger. Yoongi’s good like that, he fucks you well like that, know you best like that. The proof of his devotion is at the tip of his long fingers, the proof of his love sits on his warm tongue. And right now he is loving you mighty well, fucking wet pleasure out of you and slurping it up hungrily.

“Yoongi-i-i”, you sob, grabbing his hair to twist it, “I’m really close, o-oh god.”

“Whenever you need to, princess.” 

You grab his hair and push him closer, rolling your hips against his face. 

Yoongi lets you, moaning blissfully. There is nothing better to him than you using his face to make yourself orgasm. He might need to write a song about it, call it something nasty because it would make you wet. He loves when you’re wet, especially when you’re wet on his face. 

“Ah, Yoongi. Oh god”, you moan and pant, smothering him in your warmth. The fingers in his hair hurt. He likes it, squeezing your other hand softly. He keeps his fingers deep inside you, letting you use them as your beloved dildo. You deserve it. You’re so perfect when you ride his fingers like that.

“Shit. It’s- now!” 

You begin throbbing around him, pushing his mouth against your pulsing clit. You mewl and keen. Yoongi picks up the rhythm you lost as your body tenses up, fingering your convulsing walls quickly all while his dripping tongue flicks against your clit in a fast rhythm. 

The consequences are inescapable. You squirt on his face, wailing his name because it feels so good when he makes you squirt. Like, so good.

He makes you feel so good in fact that you need to pull him away after your orgasm. You can’t take another one. Not for a while. 

Yoongi mewls and purrs softly, stilling his hunger for more by kissing and licking your thighs. He gets you so messy, making you sigh as you recover. 

You sit up once you feel ready, denying him of your thighs. Yoongi however is delirious, stilling his gluttony by kissing and licking your neck instead. He has to get on his tiptoes for it because you are taller than him on the piano. His strong arms are around your waist as tightly as possible, his hands are holding you possessively, his chest is pressed against yours. 

“Please don’t doubt my love for you, please. I love you so much”, he chokes out the words, sniffling against your neck.

“I love you too”, you hug him against your chest. Fingers deep in his hair. “I’m not doubting your love for me. I hope you know that.”

Yoongi sinks into your chest with a deep sigh. The kind which releases him of his long day. He mewls quietly, nuzzling like a kitten needy for love.

“Are you alright, my love? Honest answer. I know the F word is kinda a lot to handle.” 

“I’m alright now. Just glad to be with you.” 

“I’m glad to be with you too, Boongie.” 

He lifts his head, resting his chin in your boobs. He flutters his lashes at you and pouts.

“Can I please have that kiss now?” he pleads, making cute puppy eyes at you.

“Do you think you deserve it?” you tease, booping his cute nose adoringly. 

“I made you squirt?” he almost asks his argument for why he deserves it, fluttering his lashes again.

You laugh, “fine. You won me over. Come and kiss me like you missed me.”

“Oh, I did. I missed you”, Yoongi says and picks you off the piano to pull you into his beloved kiss. 

[ender-nogard]

What if all the characters from ride the cyclone represent the 7 deadly sins?

Ocean - pride

• She is an overachiever

• She sees herself on top/most important in the human pyramid

• She tries to be the center of attention every chance she gets.

•She tells everyone that she is the best no mater what.

Noel - lust

•He sings about being a sex worker

•He makes a few innuendos when he's on stage

•There is no good way to phrase without it sounding off, but most representations of the sin of lust tend to be attracted to the same sex, Noel is a gay man.

Misha - Wrath

• "meet Misha, the angriest boy in town"

• "I only have 2 emotions, rage, and passion"

• He cusses the most

• He is the most defensive about almost everything (example: when he kisses Noel and says it's normal, when he is defending his girlfriend)

•He yells at the choir

•He's mad he'll never meet his fiancee in life

•He's mad at his life is unfair (his mom died, and his adopted family shuns him)

Constance - Gluttony

•Her song is "sugar cloud"

•Her family runs a bakery

•She looks back on the food she ate (cupcakes, pizza night)

•She was over consuming 18+ content

•She wanted to experience sex before she died because she saw so much porn she wanted to experience it and even though it didn't hurt her physically it hurt her mentally

•remember gluttony is over consumption, it doesn't always have to be food.

Jane - Envy

•She comes off as extremely jealous about other people's life

•In her song she asks god why she had to die without any memories, and without any loved ones

•The other members got what she didn't, a proper funeral.

•When she gets the name Savannah she asks for the greenest eyes, green represents envy ( @zhemchuzhina-x said this first)

Karnak - greed

•I have no other reason to say this besides that he is extremely expensive, he is a novelty fortune machine, those get expensive.

•In order to use Karnak you need to insert money, because he is a carnival machine.

•Carnivals are very expensive in general, they raise the price of food, they use cheap materials to make money and it works 99.9% of the time.

•Because of the negligence of the carnival, probably because they didn't wanna pay for professionals, the main 6 died.

Ricky - sloth

•Ricky could make make friends, and did, but he was off in his world

•Obviously Ricky couldn't help being the way he was, but one could assume he was at home/ watching movies more than other kids his age, which is reminiscent of the sin of gluttony.

•Ricky is chill af, he lets bygones be bygones, and he doesn't care what people do until they become dicks, but besides that Ricky is mellow af.

Virgil - angel

•Virgil was the name of the angel in Dante's inferno, a story about a man going through all the circles of hell.

•Virgil kills Karnak and himself, which could be a typical sin, but also seen as selfless because he kills a "sin" (Karnak), plus Virgil was a rat so he didn't really mean to kill both of them on purpose.

Obviously I could be wrong, nobody fits perfectly into just one category as humans are complicated creatures, Ricky and Noel could be switched along with Constance. I just noticed things while watching RTC and wanted it to fit my OCs. Add whatever you want, or switch around characters to make this theory fit how you see RTC.

[princeofsinweek]

6 more days!

Who's day are you most excited for?

[onyanjune]

fem yandere x gn reader

cw: implied dub/noncon at the end, my first time writing yan so… yeah.

notes: she’s an oc of an original fic i’ve had in my drafts for a few years now. she isn’t even a love interest but i realised that she has so much yan potential that this basically birthed itself. so i had to get it out there lest it remain a dusty af draft.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who’s been your best friend ever since you reincarnated into the body of an extra in a light novel that you planned on reading. At least, until before you unceremoniously died and woke up at the funeral of the character whose body you were currently possessing.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who cried when she first saw your confused self tumble out of the coffin at your funeral, the cold fingers and glassy eyes of your character’s corpse still fresh in her memory.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who took it upon herself to look after your safety and wellbeing. The family of the character you reincarnated as took care of her when she had to flee her kingdom, so the kind and loving protagonist felt compelled to return the favour.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who persuaded the prince, her first love interest, to let you stay at the palace for protection. After all, the assassin who had mistakenly killed you in her stead may try to take more attempts on your life.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who convinced herself that the fact that you were in closer proximity to her now was merely a convenient bonus. How was she supposed to spend time with you given her job as the princess’ governess otherwise?

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who ignored the prince’s advances in favour of sharing afternoon tea with you instead. Lately, the only respite she’s been able to get was in your company, where your endless musings and intrigue of the world around you managed to drown out the ghosts of her family seeking vengeance. It was as if you were a newborn babe, looking at an entirely new world.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who hates the growing intimacy between you and your personal guard. After losing her family and home, no way was she going to lose your time then your affection to a measly knight.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who comforts you as your fury barred its fangs when it was revealed that your guard was an assassin. He was desperate for money, she croons in your ear, the ever-compassionate protagonist blaming the vice of gluttony for leading your guard astray. Oh the sweet, gentle protagonist. How incapable of wrongdoings she was.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who locks you away once she wins back the throne of her fallen kingdom, conquering yours and the one that tried to kill her in the first place.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭! who dreams of the family she was going to start with you. Her own beloved siblings were as plentiful as the stars in the heavens, so it was only natural that her children grow up in a large family as well. You don’t have to worry about a single thing! She’s been researching about fertility and impregnation magic and technology so just leave everything to her. ♡

[h3sp3ria]

Lucifer's ranking

Lucifer is #4

he's reliable absolutely adores Lilith, and smart lets her do anything she wants

how it started:

Lucifer was actually the first non-parent to hold her.

Mammon walked out of the room, and asked Lucifer to come inside.

"Yo! Lucifer, come see her!"

Lucifer, went into the room, saw a sleeping dead Raven, and a little baby with dark skin, red hair, one black eye, and one blue eye. he immediately took a liking to her absolutely fell in love cause omd how is she so perfect???

"Wanna hold her?" Mammon hesitantly asked like he wanted to hold Lilith, but he wanted to hold his tired gf too, and how is he supposed to put Lilith down and abandon her???

"Sure, what's her name?" Lucifer said, softly lovingly taking her

"Well, ’er name's ... Lilith"

"I'll always take care of you..."

"What?"

"N-nothing. You heard nothing."

how everyone find out:

Lucifer always knew she preferred him to most of the brothers but he thought he wasn't second to any of them

everyone kind of assumed that they were the favorite until Lilith put them in their places showed them the hierarchy

one day, Asmo kept insisting he was her fav, and eventually the brothers sat Lilith down and had her rank them

favorite?

Levi

second favorite?

Lucifer

third?

Beel he was a little dissapointed but still happy

fourth?

Satan after this he just accepted being 4th for everything

fifth?

Asmo literally cried after the rankings

was super pissy after she ranked all of her uncles and aunt

last?

Belphie sobbed for three full days

literally hibernated after learning he was dead last in any ranking she made