#he’s just a regular human student i swear

[aleksei-arts]

[softxsuki]

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may i have the trope drabble one, with trope #13: “who did this to you?” and the fandom is for obey me! shall we date? with fem!reader pleaseee !!

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1.5k Follower Event Trope #13 Obey Me

Trope 13: "who did this to you"

Check out my event here! Event requests are CLOSED

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!MC

Warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises

Genre: uhhh slight fluff, and comfort???

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 500

Note: I think this trope fits with a few of the obey me characters like Solomon (he's mysterious but imagine him seeing you hurt and he just snaps, his usual cool exterior crumbling away AHHHHH). But ultimately I picked Lucifer. He's probably the most protective and possessive of everyone combined so it was a no brainer to pick him. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVIE, ILY and I hope you enjoy! <33333

“Who did this to you?” Lucifer grits, staring at the cuts that weren’t there this afternoon when he saw you off after class. He had to stay behind for an urgent student council meeting, leaving you to walk back to the House of Lamentation alone, much to his hesitance.

“It’s just a few scrapes, there’s no reason to get so upset,” you mumble, not really wanting to think of the group of demons who decided to surround you and pick on you due to your lack of security. One of the brothers usually walked home with you, knowing how some of the residents of the Devildom felt about you, a human, living in their world, attending their school, but they happened to all be busy today.

It was already late as Lucifer stood in your room, his brows furrowed and a scowl on his face at your not-so-pleasant appearance. He knew he should have just walked you home and then returned for this meeting after. 

“Which lowly scum decided it was okay to place their filthy hands on you while I wasn’t around?” He seethes, “Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll find out. And once I do, just know that they’ll pay.”

He was beyond furious. As your lover, he felt responsible for you, especially in a world like the Devildom that was dangerous for a human like you, yet he was too selfish to send you back to the human world. He loved you and needed you beside him.

“Luc, it’s really not a big de-”

“Enough! Come with me,” he shouts, grabbing your wrist, surprisingly gently despite his clear anger at whoever harmed you. Though he was powerful and easy to anger, Lucifer would never harm you.

The halls were empty and dimly lit, the other brothers already tucked away in their own rooms for the night, aside from Beelzebub who was likely scouring the kitchen for more food; Lucifer led you through the halls all the way to his room.Closing the door behind him, he placed you on his bed before leaving for a first aid kit, something he kept around, specifically for your sake since he and his brothers never got hurt.

“Let me see,” he says softly, now a little calmer since he knew you were safe and with him. You raise your face to him, and once again a small frown appears across his lips, unsatisfied with what had happened. 

His long fingers trace over the small cuts and bruises on your face, mostly upset at himself for letting you walk home alone–he should have known better.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, gently cleaning up your injuries with the utmost love and care, wishing he could magically heal you in moments like these. “They’ll pay, I swear they’ll pay.”

There was nothing you could say or do to convince him otherwise. Those lowly demons had chosen to place their hands on you, his woman, so they were bound to face the wrath of your man.

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Posted: 9/11/2023

[fancychaostraveller]

ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking

For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !

The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.

Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)

Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.

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Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.

He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?

He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.

He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....

A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!

As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'

A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :

"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"

Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.

'- What have you done?' he asked.

"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"

More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :

"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"

'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.

"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.

Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.

And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A14] KEY to the Upside Down [1]

Summary — ✈︎ An egg-like object rolled out of the drawstring that the students seemed preoccupied with. After noticing that Kaede and Sakujiro saw the egg, Nanaki and Akuta start to panic…

Characters— ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Akuta: Th-Th-That’s… That’s um… It… I-Is… NOT an egg! I know it’s shaped like an egg, but it’s not really an egg!

Kaede: (He seems really nervous… That’s right… I guess this is some kinda teenager thing…)

Akuta: Look, can you hand it to me real quick!? If you wrap it in the bag like this theeen～～！It’s hard and cold, like putting your head on a really cold pillow! It feels nice〜！

Cuddling this while going to sleep is the BEST! Yeah, that’s it! I use it to sleep! Actually, I was gonna go to sleep with it just now!

Um I actually can’t sleep without this AT ALL! I need to sleep while holding it! It’s my destiny!

Nanaki: … You’re too loud. I can’t go to sleep… What are you yelling about now, Akuta…?

Akuta: Yeah Nanaki hasn’t been able to sleep without his goat plushie since he was a kid! Wow〜 what a coincidence!〜 Because I can’t sleep without this either so〜!

Kaede: Oh right, I do remember you guys talking about goats when we were at the cafe earlier. So that’s what that was about Nanaki-kun.

Nanaki: Huh!? A-Akuta, you…!

Nanaki: Could you stop doing that!?

Don’t misunderstand, it’s nothing like that!

This guy is just babbling about random shit…! Isn’t that right, Akuta!?

Akuta: Ug ! Gh… Guh…!

Sakujiro: W-What a magnificent chokehold…! As beautiful as it is, that is very dangerous! Stop that at once!

Nanaki: It’s fine, I’m gonna let him go as soon as we leave the room…! Well excuse us, goodnight! C’mon, Kinugawa-kun, you too!

Kiroku: ! Ah, Y-Yeah…!

Sakujiro: Please wait a moment! Where on earth did you learn such a magnificent move?! Did you have a master? Where did you hone your skills atーー！

Kaede: Sakujiro-san! We should leave them alone!

Sakujiro: But…!

Kaede: Teenagers need to keep a lot of things a secret…!

Ushio: Ha… Tea that you drink before you go to sleep is always really delicious. Caffeine is really good at making your nervous system calm down. 

Muneuji: Look, isn’t the moon pretty at night? It’s shiny very brightly.

Ushio: …It’s bright. Almost glaringly so. It’s enough to be blinding. 

Nanaki: Hah, hah…! Shit…

Akuta: Aghhh～～～ I swear I just saw someone on the other side of the river saying “Come over～”!

Ushio: Y’know… It’s pretty shameful as a human being to just go barging into someone’s room without even knocking. Do you have some sorta explanation?

Nanaki: ーーI think they might’ve seen it. 

Ushio: Hah?

Nanaki: The egg.

Muneuji: Who did?

Nanaki: Chief and… Saku-chan-sensei[2]. 

Ushio: Hah!?

Muneuji: Calm down, Ushio.

It’d be wrong to get upset at Nanamegi and the others. 

More importantly, is the egg safe?

Akuta: Ah, yeah it’s probably all good. It fell on the ground, but when I was putting it back in the bag it seemed fine.

Muneuji: I understand. 

I’ll check it again to be safe. 

Nanaki: … The countdown is going down like it usually is. 

Akuta: About that, we still don’t know what the countdown’s even about right? It’s even out of sync with the seconds on regular clocks〜

Kiroku: …… One count is… around 3.5 seconds… later.

Muneuji: Is it going to break when it reaches zero?

Ushio: Then what? Do you think it’s gonna go boom like in the old building?

Nanaki: …I knew we shouldn’t have brought it with us. We should’ve just left it at the old building. 

Ushio: What’s the point of saying that now? We brought it with us, so it doesn’t matter what you claim we should’ve done now. 

Nanaki: You already know I’ve been against keeping it, ever since the beginning. 

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Then start acting like it. If you really were against bringing it, why didn’t you tell a teacher about it?

Oh right, you just don’t want the adults to start digging into the reason you were there that day. You didn’t mention the egg because you wanted to get out of questioning, didn’t you?

Nanaki: ………

Akuta: Don’t start fighting about it now～ We’re all in the same boat, aren’t we? Let’s just get along!

Nanaki: We weren’t really fighting. Kurama-kun’s sarcasm is just adding heat to the flames. That’s all.

Akuta: By the way, I’m all OK for keeping the egg with us. ‘Cuz, if we do, we might be able to see another explosion right?

Then I can record Hollywood-level footage of an explosion without having to spend a single cent! It’s way too good of a chance to pass up!

Nanaki: I’m still on the side for throwing the egg away.

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Huuh. Are you thinking the same thing, Kinugawa?

Isn’t that nice? Dovish[3] people like you are happy as long as you get to sit on the sidelines and pick flowers. 

Kiroku: …Dove…

Muneuji: Dovish means being passive. The opposite would be a hawkish person, who’s more aggressive. 

Nanaki: We’re all in agreement that this egg, or maybe another similar egg that was in the classroom, caused that explosion. 

And now there’s a countdown that continues to go down. 

I’m trying to say that this isn’t something we can just solve ourselves. Before something else happens, we shouldーー

Ushio: What, you think that we should throw away this unknown object while we’re on a trip?

Nanaki: That’s a stretch.

Ushio: Not really. I mean, we can’t tell any of the adults about it. 

The only way to keep things from getting worse for us is to get rid of it while we still can. That’s what the two dovish people over there think, isn’t it?

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: Hah… would you stop making faces at me like you disagree with what I said?

I’m just stating my opinion from an observation I made. 

… Okay then, should we handle this like a democracy and hold a majority vote?

I’m against throwing the egg away. So is Idiotake.

‘Kay, that’s two votes〜

Muneuji: I’m against throwing it away too. I don’t want to let something like this go.

… Because, this could be the clue we’ve been waiting for. Something that could be proof that aliens exist.

Therefore, I’d like to keep it with us at all times. I was the one who brought the egg with us out of the old building as well.

I’m sorry.

Nanaki: Kaguya-kun’s reasoning… Well, I think it makes sense. But, what’s your reason for wanting to keep the egg, Kurama-kun? I want to hear it. 

Ushio: Because it seems interesting. And it can also be used as a weapon to take out people that piss me off. Do I need any other reason?

Nanaki: …… I’m at a loss for words. 

Akuta: NOW NOW NOW GUYS! Let’s stop talking about that now!

That means that the votes are 3 to 2 in favor of keeping the egg!

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: I mean, we’re the ones who found the egg. 

If you think about it a different wayーー

Maybe it wanted us to find it. 

Like a scriptwriter giving a key item to the main character and telling them to “Use this and destroy those guys!”

So that means, we were chosen to be the protagonists.

This egg is tryna tell us that we’re different from everyone else.

It’s proof that we’re special. 

That’s why it’s only natural that we should wait until this story ends. 

All 4: ……

Nanaki: … Fine, I get it.

Based on the counter, it doesn’t even look like it’s going to hit zero yet. We still have some timeーー

So for now, we’ll keep taking turns and passing around the egg to each other. 

… Okay, next person.

Kiroku: …… Keep.

Akuta: YAAAAHOOOOOOOOOIII! Then! It’s the same as before!

Okay, like we’ve said, if anything happens, we’ll talk to each other on the walkie talkie app.

Nanaki: If Chief or Saku-chan-sensei asked about it, how should we answer them?

Ushio: Isn’t it obvious? Play dumb.

That’s why we’re doing the whole coparenting an egg thing anyways.

Nanaki: … Got it.

Muneuji: We’ve settled the matter now. …By the way.

Everyone, how are you feeling about your assignments for the summer festival?

Nanaki: For me…… I guess I'm feeling a bit motivated?

Muneuji: ? You look more happy than usual.  

Nanaki: I’m an average amount of happy.

Muneuji: What about you, Isotake?

Akuta: You don’t gotta worry about it right now. It’s too early to panic.

Ushio: Idiotake is filming, so he only has to worry about it on the day of. Of course he isn’t panicking.

BTW, I can’t do my part. I’m just not gonna do it. There’s just not enough time for preparation for the main eventーー

Muneuji: Ushio won’t be an issue. Next.

Ushio: Wah～ Forced labor～

Muneuji: How is it going for you, Kinugawa?

Kiroku: Ah……… Um.

Akuta: If it’s Kiroku, there’s no problems here!

‘Cuz this guy is a super amazing artist!

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: I’m sure he’s gonna draw SUPER amazing shit, so amazing that he’s gonna make all of mankind drop to their knees in awe of his amazing lantern art! You can count on him. Amazing.

Kiroku: ……That’s……

Akuta: If that’s the case, then I’m relieved. Well then, I’m going to brush my teeth and get ready for bed in the bathroom.

Akuta: Me too〜!

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: “Amazing” he says, but don’t you just have to paint a normal design over and over again? It’s like it’s a job for AI.

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: … Hellooo?

Kiroku: ………………

Ushio: Can you hear me?

Kiroku: ………………

Ushio: Y’know, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while. 

Kiroku: Uh………

Ushio: Do you always act like that?

Kiroku: ……! That’s…………

Ushio: ……

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: Hah… Whatever. Forget about it.

Kiroku: …………

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Notes — ✈︎

Pretty sure the title is a reference to Stranger Things! If you’ve never watched it before, The Upside Down is the name used to describe a mysterious alternate dimension existing in parallel to the human world.

I’m sure you can tell, but Saku-chan-sensei is Sakujiro! Not sure why Nanaki calls him this but well . he does. 

Hawkish and dovish are used to describe how you respond an opinion ( usually politically ). Hawkish being a more aggressive / forceful approach to something as opposed to dovish which is a peaceful and passive approach. As an example, let’s say you want the last piece of cake. A dovish approach would be to ask and make sure no one else wants it before you take it, while a hawkish approach would be to just take it. Hopefully that makes sense!

[revolver115]

Ok, I think I have an idea for a Fantasy High Y2K AU.

-MOTW-styled, with mixtures of sophomore, freshmen, and junior year foes.

-Sophomore year characters during the events of freshmen year (Like Ayda, Baron, Kalina, etc.)

-(probably the hardest to write around.) All humans. Fig can still be related to Gorthalax, but the others would just be regular humans.

-in the same vein, no inherent magic. Adaine's family will probably be the exception, but that's it. The magic the Bad Kids have are more like superpowers/magical artifacts.

-TV-14 guidelines, so nothing about Fig kissing adults, or Chungledown Bim wanting to shit in someone's mouth. Arthur Aguefort can still swear, though, as a treat. Might make him just a straight-up wizard, and he just bleeps himself so he can swear as much as he wants in front of parents and students. Everyone knows he's a wizard, they just don't want to bring it up.

-Fig's more of a punk rocker than a metalhead. Same thing with Zelda's playlist. (I honestly think punk rock fits better for a magical artifact that's about going against authority, and preventing being charmed or frightened, as well, so yeah)

[omanotherstory]

DO NOT START HERE!

IF YOU WERE BROUGHT HERE BY A DIALOGUE OPTION LINK YOU'RE IN THE CORRECT PLACE.

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE BEGINNING OF LESSON 1-7

YOU'VE CHOSEN: Huh. You sure sound convincing.

Mammon: Oi! I'm not scared of him, I swear!

Mammon: I chose to babysit ya 'cause... 'cause it sounded fun! Yeah, that's it.

(You give him a pointed look)

MC: Weren't you just talking about how much of a pain in the ass this would be? Trying to get one of your other brothers to do it?

Mammon: Oh...uh... I was just sayin' all that stuff so my brothers wouldn't try to take ya away from me.

MC: Take me... away from you?

MC: Good to know my new 'babysitter' is a really bad liar.

Mammon: Hey! Watch it. You don't know a thing about me, human. For example, I'm perfectly good at lyin'.

MC: Mhm...

(You smile to yourself and look away from him, trying not to laugh)

Mammon: ...Ugh, whatever. Let's move on.

(You both approach a tall, scary looking iron gate with an even scarier looking house behind it. Though it looks like it would be hard for you to open, Mammon does it with ease, motioning you to follow him as he leads you up a long pathway and into the house)

Mammon: This is the House of Lamentation. It's one of the dorms here at RAD.

Mammon: Well, it's not JUST one of the dorms. It's the dorm reserved for student council members.

Mammon: Lucifer, Asmo, and the others take every chance they can get to insult me. Callin' me scum, sayin' that I'm a money-grubber and stuff...

Mammon: ...but I'm an officer on the student council, same as them. The elite of the elite, the top of the RAD social pyramid.

Mammon: In other words, I'm a big shot. A REAL big shot. Like, even regular big shots are impressed by what a big shot I am.

Mammon: So don't you go thinking I'm just some ordinary demon. I'm nothing like those other peons walking the halls here.

Mammon: By the way, Diavolo is even MORE of a big shot. He's so important that he's got his own castle. That's why he doesn't live here with us.

Mammon: ...Anyway, the long and short of it is that us seven brothers all live here together.

Mammon: Now, it's time I show you to your room.

There's a bulletin board nearby. One of the flyers on it is advertising an opening for a part-time position...

Mammon: Hey, don't just stand there with your jaw open. Hurry up, or I'm gonna leave ya behind.

Mammon: If there's something you wanna ask me, you'd best do it now.

CHOOSE:

Where are your other brothers that Lucifer mentioned?

Tell me about yourself, Mammon. Like, what are your hobbies?

I want to know about that job listing.

[queenofallimagines]

obey me side characters with a female MC with naturally big breasts?

part 1 w/the brothers

The way this has been sitting in my notes bc a MAN🤢 has taken over my brain

Also Doing the first batch of newly datables bc I don’t really have a good grasp on Raphael aside from memes

Solomon:

- we been knew ://

- Asmo 2.0 and a MENACE

- Like he’s not as outwardly shameless but he makes jokes about it a lot

- “How would you feel if you got you a mega milk shirt? Asking for a friend🥰”

- “Does your back hurt carrying all that?”

- “I need a place to rest my weary head😔”

- Sir get the fuck up off the floor

- When you give him a hug he has this shit eating grin the whole time

- Stares at them shamelessly when you’re not looking

- In student council meetings

- When he’s actually being a good teacher he will get really handsy the name of helping you become a great sorcerer

- Gets uncharacteristically touchy

- Mammon is like 6 seconds from snapping and he’s so giddy about it

- Annoying the demon brothers and getting to touch you>>>>

- Probably makes shit fall over so you have to go bend down and pick it up🙄

- Another one to “fix” your clothes

- Will go “guess who” and wrap his arms around you from behind and blow into your ear

- He’s so annoying

- Ngl if any of the non humans try the stuff he does they will get a stank face bc they’re under the impression this is a normal human thing

- Him licking your neck unprompted is NOT A REGULAR HUMAN THING

- You’re just used to him hanging off of you at this point

- Slightly notice he only acts this way around the others

- He’s very “haha we’re humans and have a deeper connection than you ever will🥰”

- They see that possessive glare he throws them and you either don’t notice or completely ignore it

- He’s just weird like that this isn’t out of the norm behavior

- Treats you like a teddy bear too

- “Mcccc please come over here and hold me🥺”

- “You a grown ass man bro😐”

Simeon:

- certified freak

- 7 days a week

- I’ve already said that his man is FILTHY (pls refer to jinkicake and my brainrots💕)

- He’s gunna give that bright smile in your face so you don’t notice that his hands are wandering while they’re sling over you

- Shamelessly stares at your chest but he’s so respectful it just looks like he’s listening carefully what you’re saying

- Hugs are his primary form of greeting so him hugging you isn’t out of the ordinary

- Loves feeling your chest rubbing up against him

- Let’s you feel up his chest

- Instead of feeling you up like asmo he places your hands on him

- Will tempt you to put your hands in the slits in his outfit to touch his hips

- I swear he would give you a lap dance and then play it off as a “joke”

- Something feels so naughty about him pinching your nipples with his gloves on whispering how good you are for him

- “You’ll let me taste you won’t you?”

- Sucking and biting marks into your tits

- Will let you ride him and NOT help at all

- Wants to see you struggling w the burning in your legs and your tits bouncing

- When you collapse and whine for him to please help he will smile and then quickly put your ankles behind your head and fuck you like crazy

- “You’re being so good for me taking it all.”

- Wants to fill you up until you’re gushing his cum all over the sheets

- Will scoop his cum back into you when you’re overstimulated

- Buys nipple clamps as a surprise

Barbatos:

- he won’t care he’ll tell you

- “Your shirt is very tight fitting and looks good on you”

- Will brush his hands against your chest while brushing “dust” off your outfit

- Doesn’t initiate hugs so when you do he’s ecstatic

- Will squeeze you real tight

- In private will wrap his tail around you

- Runs his hands up and down your sides

- Hand on your lower back at all times

- Will of handedly say you’d look good in red ropes

- If you take him up in his offer he will make sure your tits are nice and snug

- Leaves marks on them

- Loves to grope them in his hands and kiss them

- Has nipple clamps that he will attach and have the ropes tug on

- Bites them gently

- He has to leave bite marks all over you

- Lmao good luck going to class with those rope marks peeking out through your uniform

- Smiles knowingly at you from across the student council room

Diavolo:

- Teddy bear

- Has no concept of shame really

- If you feel embarrassed he’ll shift into his demon form so his tits are out too

- Hugging you and swings you around but literally just bc he wants to run your chest against him

- Will outwardly give you compliments

- He’s bold as fuck

- “Would it be appropriate to ask if I could feel?”

- Usually along the lines of your chest is so soft and he wants to lay on it

- Obsessed with how soft and warm humans are

- Jacking off underneath his desk thinking about you wrapping your tits around him

- When you pop up in his office you’ll notice that he’s looking you more intensely than usual and his eyes seem darker

- Usually asks you to sit on his lap as a joke but this time it doesn’t feel like a joke with how deep and solid his voice sounds

- Bedroom eyes like crazy he can’t even hide it you feel like he’s stripping you slowly

- If you’re trying tot all to him he’s giving hums of acknowledgment while looking you up and down

- “Mhm…. Say mc, I’ve never noticed how good your uniform looks on you”

- “Cocker closer, behind my desk I want to talk to you face to face” lmao he’s gunna have you in his desk with your legs over his shoulders

- Knows you didn’t lock the door when you came in

- Mentions how it would be a lively surprise how Lucifer or Barbatos could come knocking

- “I’m sure they’d be happily surprised to see how well you can take me”

- “W-wha-“

- “Hm? We often discuss how good you’d look on your knees for us”

- Before you can even unpack all that he’s thrusting into you faster and ripping your shirt open

- “You almost look like a present unraveling for me like this.”

- Sucking licking muting and kissing all over your chest jokes that you can pull his hair if you want

- Will fuck you even deeper to watch them bounce and especially with how deeply you’re breathing

- Determine to make you cum as hard as possible so you can arch your back and push them into his face

- Leaves hickeys all over your chest

[xatsperesso]

Ahhh I really love your Kalego content!!! Best dad 😍

Are you still open to prompts? Wonder how Dadlego will react when seeing/smelling Iruma’s human blood for the first time

Put yourself first

Kalego was tired.

He was once again roped into sacrificing his weekend for the chairman's whims, and once again Opera teased him in front of the kids like he hasn't spent years trying to build his reputation. Then he goes to teach the school but ever since the secret got out the abnormal class has become insufferable!

They no longer listen to him when he teaches, instead they keep asking Iruma about anything and literally e v e r y t h i n g. From schooling to fashion to why he doesnt have horns, and while some questions are intiguing and worth looking into (Is their food really healthy for humans?) ignoring his lessons for a week to ask iruma all the questions they've been suppressing because they didn't have the courage to ask him beforehand is just unaceptable!

So of course, Kalego thought the best way to punish them for not listening to him would be to double their homework, but that didn't deter them from getting their answers.

So Kalego tripled their homework, and it all snowballed from their to where he is now, correcting 80 assignments per student each day, having regular meetings with Balam (whom he beleives to be his..friend, according to human culture) Opera and sometimes Iruma to figure out what needs to be changed to provide him with the best learning environment they could, and trying to figure out exactly how many people who knows of the brat's nature without tipping them off.

So, of course, Kalego is tired, and while some will blame it on him (He really should stop doubling the kids' homework) he beleives that he deserves to re-

A pencil, long left by a brat who Kalego swears he will find, caused Kalego's leg to slip and him to fall. Now, Kalego could've easily caught himself, but poor, tired Kalego thought that it'd be alright to let himself just fall. There are no kids around, no one to see this embarassing scene of himself.

And it would have been fine, except that he slipped and fell off the third floor

on a very beautiful fence that gaurds Balam's new blue fire flowers, the amaryllis.

said fence happened to have very skillfuly carved spikes.

why is his life like this? Why did he wake up this morning? To be impaled on the fence and be seen by anyone who happens to be in the garden? To be the laughing stock of his colleagues once they find out about this humiliating moment?

Kalego sighed a very tired, sad sigh. He'll get up. He'll heal himself. He'll stop by Beur to make sure that everything in its place, and he'll go to Shichirou's office to see what else needs to be changed and he'll finish grading the 1040 assignments he's got to grade (how do they even finish them all in one day??)

He just, just needs a minute, or five. Just five minutes, and he promises he'll do all of these things. Just a five minutes break.

Kalego closes his eyes, and takes as deep of a breath as the pole allows him to, and just-

"S-Sensei!" Opens his eyes again because the universe refuses to give him a break

"Sensei y-you're hurt!"

"Yeah, no shit" he says, and immediately regrets once he saw the very teary eyes that looks just a second away from full on bawling.

"Iruma, I'm fine" he tries to reassure the kid who started shaking all over. Shit, would it be better to put his hand on the kids shoulder? No, no, his hand is covered in blood.

"Bu, but you, you" and the tears are falling. Fuck, Opera will hang him for traumatising his kid, but why is he so shaken up? Is this his first time seeing anyone hurt? Oh shit he's a human what if it is the first time-

Iruma starts to very shakily recite a spell under his breath, and kalego thinks he knows which spell he's using-

"Sonuvabitch!" Kalego winced as he tried to muffle the curse. The brat used the damn floating spell to get him off the spikes, and Kalego was so not ready for this. He was not ready for pain that is resembled being used as cerberus's chewing toy.

"I'm sorry, you're ok, you're going to be fine, everything is going to be fine" is Iruma trying to assure Kalego or himself? Kalego has no idea, but he kept repeating those words like a mantra as he lowered him down to the ground.

"I am fi-" a metallic smell, so strong it felt nauseating hit Kalego so hard, and something was dripping on his wound. Kalego opened his eyes to look at the wound as it fizzled closed before his eyes.

"What the," Kalego didn't know of any potion that healed so quickly. He looked up to see what potion in the name of Delkira could Iruma have-

He saw a knife. He saw crimson liquid that fell from Iruma’s hand, and he saw a shaky smile painted on Iruma’s face.

He's ashamed that it took him a long moment to process what Iruma just did, but by the time it fully clicked, Iruma was already talking out a piece of cloth to wrap around the wound. The wound that he just inflicted on himself, to heal Kalego who was not healing himself because he was lazy.

"Iruma," Kalego watched as Iruma's smile started to dim at his tone and immediately stopped. Wound first, scolding later.

"Give me your hand" he streched his arm, waiting for Iruma to give him his injured arm, and he watched as Iruma relaxed slightly and did as he said.

He unwrapped the cloth, and the metallic smell was so strong he almost choked, but he took a deep breath and casted the spell, making sure that the wound was healed completely, leavinv not a mark or a bruise behind.

"..Does human blood always smell like this?" He asked as he kept poking his hand and seeing if Iruma gives any reaction.

"Demon blood doesn't?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side. So his blood is supposed to smell like that.

"No, it doesn't smell so metallic" he paused for a second, before looking into Iruma’s eyes.

"Why did you hurt yourself?" He asked, and watched as Iruma averted his eyes and started to look guilty and self conscious (Good. This means he knows that this was wrong)

"Well, human blood heals demons, so," he trailed off and started to play with his fingers

"Yes, I saw that" Kalego nodded "but why did you hurt yourself?" Iruma started to fidget in his place, and he looked like he was trying to force the tears down.

"You were hurt, sensei" he finally looked up at Kalego, and his mouth started to quiver

"I, I didn't want to lose you" he averted his gaze immediately after whispering those words, and shit how should Kalego proceed from there?

"...you wouldn't have lost me" he started with reassuring his kid "all of the teachers here know high level healing spells, and we have Beur-sensei on campus for a reason"

"Oh" the tears started falling, but other than that Iruma looked overall calm

"Then, why were you just laying there?" Kalego sighed. He needs to word this correctly so that Iruma wouldn't come out of it with any wormg ideas.

"I," he started, hating the sentence that was forming in his head but knowing that it is the safest one for someone as reckless as Iruma

"I was doing the very stupid act of overworking myself, and when I was on the pole instead of prioritising my health and well-being, I took it as an opportunity to rest. I was going to go to Beur, but then you caught me and didn't listen when I said that I was fine"

And now Iruma is looking embarrassed. Good, because he really should listen to him more.

He started fidgeting again, but this time out of embarrassment "I thought you were lying, or just trying to reassure me"

"Lying," he leaned forward and poked Iruma’s to really drive the point across "is for dumbasses who think everyone around them is too weak to help. And hurting yourself," he picked up the newly healed hand "to help someone should not be your first response. To anything. Period"

"Bu-but what if someone is dying! What if there's no other choice!" And Kalego really, really wants to tell him that there's always another choice. He wants to tell him that he's safe, that he would never be in a situation that he would ever need to use his own blood to save someone's life.

But Iruma has already been in these situations. He’s been in these situations five times, and he's extremely lucky to come out of them alive, let alone uninjured.

"Then you consult an adult, and if there’re no adults you use as a last resort" he really wishes his kid, all the kids could be safe. He wishes he could give Iruma another answer

But the world they live in is an unfair one (maybe it'd be safer to just send him back)

"Yes, sensei" He nods very determinantly, and Kalego, not for the last time, sighs as he knows that Iruma will most likely ignore his words.

He needs to give those kids first aid lessons. They've been through a lot, and judging from recent incidents, they'll be through even more. He's surprised they didn't teach them these lessons yet.

Kalego gets up, totally ignoring his knees that pops louder than those works of fire, and picks up Iruma from the scruff of his uniform, completely taking him by surprise.

"I will be report what just happened to Opera-sen, Opera-san" he said sternly as he started walking towards the chairman's office

"Yes, sensei"

"What were you even doing after school hours?"

"Grandpa (the old ground keeper) asked for help in the garden"

"Ah"

--

Ifrit was drinking a juice box

Orias was eating a bag of chips

Murmur was roast marshmallows on Ifrit's tail

They were all standing around a big puddle of blood under a very bloodied fence

"Mmm, where do you think that came from?" Orias asked, before stuffing his face with more chips

"I don't know, but what is that smell?" Murmur started assembling s'mores as discretely as he could so Ifrit won't extinguish his fire

"That's the smell of a human blood, probably Iruma’s but the smell is too faint so all of that probably isn't from him" Ifrit noticed the melted s'mores in Murmur's hands, and snatched as he extinguished his tail

"Oh damn, didn't know we were a boarding school. That explains were Iruma came from" Orias ate more chips and watched as Murmur tried and failed to take his s'mores back before Ifrit ate it in one bite

"No, Iruma is Sullivan’s grandson. Legally. Sullivan showed off his adoption papers to me when I tried asking him about the new semester's schedul-Hey! Put me down!"

Murmur started angrily shaking Ifrit in the air "You took my s'mores!"

"*munch munch munch* you guysh shink we should report shis blood to shome one?" Orias tilted hus head to eat the cheeze dust and immediately started choking as some went down the wrong pipe

"Nah, someone will do it eventually-Ow ow ow ow ow too hot too hot too hot-"

"Put. Me. Down"

Orias took one last look at the blood puddle and wiped away the tears that were starting to form

"You guys wanna play some video games?"

"Heck yeah," Murmur let go of Ifrit and totally ignored the thud and the 'oof' that followed "I'm playing as Gyari!"

"Then I'll play as Kuromu, and I'm kicking your ass"

"...you guys don't even know which game I'm talking about"

-------------------------------------------------------

Anyway, kalego keeps doubling and tripling their hw (the bastard) and i just think that he does it without thinking of the fact that he would have to correct it

And what if demon blood doesnt have red blood cells, thus doesn't have haemoglobin, the thing that gives blood it's metallic smell/taste (i think) what if there blood doesn't need it and it can hold oxygen efficiently? Do i know what im talking about? Not really, it's been 2 months I've last read my bio books but anyways im pretty sure(not sure at all) insects dont have red blood cells so ya know biologically it is possible and could be an easy and definitive way to identify humans from demons since there are a lot of diversity in demons.

Also just because there are books on human world (books that balam have memorised) doesn't mean that they cover all the info needed to grow your own info, and seriously, is the food good in the long run?

[beelzebuddy-catan]

The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student pt. 14

Summary: The brothers finally learn about Nephilim and Diavolo's next idea for peace between the three realms. The more Cass learns about the history between Demons and Nephilim, however, the harder that peace seems. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of other Spoilers: Up through Lesson 17 Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, and various OCs. Previous Part • Next Part

“Holy shit,” Psi breathed, standing a bit straighter upon seeing Levi. “Is that Grand Admiral Leviathan?”  

Cass glanced between Levi’s retreating form and Psi, confused by the reaction. “Um, yeah? Do you know him?”  

“Not personally. Huge fan though,” Psi answered, eyes not leaving Levi. Hera watched for a minute before faking a cough and mumbling nerd. “Are you kidding? He’s the highest-ranking officer in Hell’s Navy. His tactical knowledge and strategizing ability are unparalleled.”  

Cass and Hera shared a look of disbelief. Hera’s face was more mocking her longtime friend sudden enthusiasm whereas Cass was still trying to picture the Levi she’d come to know being someone’s idol.  

“Do you want me to introduce you?” Psi’s eyes lit up at her question and he nodded ecstatically. “Okay, but forewarning, he’s kind of an introvert and self-conscious, so dial back.”  

Both Belphie and Cass were returning to classes on the same day. Apart from Lucifer not being at the table scolding them over his cup of coffee, it was a surprisingly regular morning. Mammon and Asmo were talking about an upcoming event at the Fall while Satan scolded Levi on staying up too late. Beel kept sneaking food off Levi’s plate when no one was looking.  

Anything normal about the morning came to an abrupt halt when a yawning Belphie stumbled into the dining room. He unceremoniously dropped into the chair next to Beel slowly blinking as he picked up a piece of toast. Everyone silently watched his actions.  

“Morning, sunshine,” Cass said, trying to break the tension.  

Belphie hummed in response, taking a bite of toast. He moved, extending his arm away from Beel to prevent him from eating the rest. Belphie rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, either ignoring the silence or not noticing it.  

“Did ya have trouble sleepin’ or something?” Mammon asked cautiously.  

“No?” Belphie answered, mouth full.  

“You’re up early.”  

“No, he isn’t,” Beel corrected Satan. “He barely has time to eat breakfast before our meeting.”  

“Oh, right!” Levi said, jumping out of his seat. “I totally forgot we have a council meeting this morning. I’m going to get going so I’m not late.”  

“I’ll go with you,” Asmo nodded as he stood.  

Mammon and Satan quickly followed suit. Even Beel cast a cautious glance at Belphie then said he’d join the others. Before leaving the room, Levi turned back to look at Cass. The other brothers’ gaze landed on her, as if they expected her to get up to.  

“You all go ahead. I’ll hang back and walk with Belphie.” Not one of the brothers moved when she said that. “What’s he going to do, kill me?”  

The five middle brothers stared at her in horror. Belphie snorted into his cup, quickly trying to cover the laugh with a cough. Cass beamed, finally glad one of the brothers found the joke funny, especially since these seven were the only ones who had attempted to kill her so far.  

“Sorry,” Belphie muttered when all of them glared at him in response.  

“Don’t be, it was a funny joke. They’re just a bunch of lame asses,” Cass answered, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“The joke ain’t funny when he actually tried.”  

Cass glared at Mammon before taking a deep breath and giving the appropriate brother a pointed look. “Ten cents.” Mammon’s mouth slammed shut. “A trivia game.” Levi grimaced. “A dessert.” Beel pouted, his hand going to his stomach. “An insult when you were harassing me.” Asmo looked heartbroken but didn’t look away like the others. “Autonomy.” Satan’s eyes narrowed before he turned his head in frustration. “Am I not allowed to hang out with anyone in this house?”  

Only after Cass pointed at the door and yelled go, did they leave her and Belphie alone. The youngest looked mildly impressed but quickly masked it. He finished his food in silence while Cass continued scrolling on her phone.  

Finally, unable to take the silence, he spoke, “you should hate me.”  

“I know.”  

“Why don’t you?”  

“Who said I didn’t?” Cass set her phone down to appraise him before sighing. “Honestly, I wish I did, but feelings aren’t exactly something you choose. I mean, you hated humans. Look where that got us.”  

“Are you always like this? I mean, how are you so fucking blasé about everything that’s happened? Even if you don’t hate me. Most people would at least be afraid of me, especially after what I did.”  

“It’d be a bit hypocritical to hate you when all of your brothers have been seconds away from killing me over much worse reasons.” Belphie gave her a look. “Yes, including Beel, except it was more of an accident with him and Mammon.” 

“Still, everyone’s being so guarded or distanced or whatever. Which, I’m not surprised with what happened, but it sucks, and I want things to go back to how they were.”  

“I don’t, that was a living nightmare. Unless things took a dark turn from between when you were locked up and I got here. I don’t know if I can survive another seven assassination attempts.” 

Cass stood, brushing her uniform off in case any crumbs had fallen. She nodded towards the clock to remind Belphie they had to get going soon. While she had plenty of time, he was still technically a council member and being late on his first day back would probably not go over well with Lucifer.  

“You want to know the strangest part of this?” Cass asked, nudging Belphie as he stood up from the table. “I actually get why you did what you did. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed, and you owe me, but I get it. I was the physical representation of everything you’d spent centuries resenting. It’d probably be stranger if you didn’t try and hurt me.”  

Belphie gave her an incredulous look. “I’m starting to see why Lilith liked you.” Cass smiled at the thought. “She was just as bad at judging someone’s character.”  

“Well, she loved you, so that says more about you than me.”  

“Damn,” Belphie muttered, shaking his head. “I kind of wish you weren’t human.”  

“Don’t worry, I’ll win you over.” Belphie wrinkled his nose at the thought. “Careful, that’s exactly how Lucifer acts.”  

“Cass.”  

Cass and Belphie both jumped at Lucifer’s entrance. Whoever said saying a demon’s name was enough to summon them must have met him. Somedays it felt like he would just hide, waiting for someone to talk about him.  

“Diavolo would like you to join us for the student council meeting this morning. Apparently, they’ve made a discovery about your past.”  

“Oh,” Cass said, feigning surprise. She had meant to tell them, but with everything that had happened, it must have slipped her mind. Belphie looked between the two. “Right, you probably don’t know this. When Barbatos brought me here, I lost all my memories. They’ve been trying to figure out who I am.”  

--- 

The walk to RAD hadn’t been as uncomfortable as Cass expected. Apart from being scolded by Lucifer for cursing out a demon that tried to threaten her before realizing she was with him and Belphie, it didn’t even feel odd walking with Belphie.  

She was waiting outside the council room while they were handling some other business. She hadn’t considered it before, but what if they didn’t let her stay? Solomon did mention that the relationship between Nephilim and the Devildom wasn’t good. Would they make her leave even without her memories?  

“This is wild, I can’t believe how much has changed since I was last here.”  

Cass looked up to see Hera and Psi rounding the corner. Well, there was no denying the discovery Diavolo made was about Nephilim. Hera lit up when she saw Cass, rushing to give her a hug. Psi gave her a brief head nod in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything. 

“Kore! No lie, I thought you were going to disappear for another thousand years.”  

“Sorry about that, some things came up. What are you two doing here?”  

“Diavolo–"  

“Lord Diavolo,” Psi corrected her.  

With an eye roll, Hera continued, “Lord Diavolo asked us to come. Apparently, he wanted representation of the Nephs for some plan he has. I don’t really know, but Zeus hates it here, so I came instead.”  

“And since Hades is missing, I came in his stead.”  

Cass jumped, swinging her arm towards the voice coming from behind her. Epi side–stepped her punch with a shit eating grin. Cass lifted her hand to her heart, trying to calm her breathing. Hera rolled her eyes at Epi.  

“Still don’t have your memories back?” Psi asked. Cass shook her head. “Zeus, Hades, and I represent the three categories of Nephs when needed for the Celestial Realm and the Devildom. We’re kind of sorted based on how strong our connection to our internal demon spirit is. We call Nephs who are closer to demons the underworlds, represented by Hades.”  

Epi leaned against the wall across from the chambers. He didn’t open his eyes while he spoke. “Or Styx or Cate, but they’re all missing. So, I got stuck doing it.”  

“You didn’t get stuck doing it,” Hera said. “Supposedly Cate’s going to be here, you’re just a nosy bitch.” 

Epi shrugged, not bothering to dispute Hera’s claim. Even though she didn’t remember the Nephs from before, it was nice having them act normal around her. They fell into an easy, natural rhythm that made Cass feel oddly comfortable.   

“Hermes or I represent the Terras, or Nephs who are more balanced. Which leaves the Nephs who try and suppress their demon side which we call the Olympians. Usually, they’re represented by Zeus or Asclepius, but Asclepius had a fully day of surgery and Zeus refused to come.”  

“Wait, so is that why humans view you as the big three?” Psi confirmed her question with a gesture as if to say, ‘what can you do?’. “Where do I fall in the three categories?”  

The three Nephs started laughing. Apparently, the answer was so obvious Cass should have known even without any memories. Granted, she suspected she’d fall into the underworld category given her understanding of Persephone.  

“Sweetie,” Hera finally said, still laughing. “Humans literally call you queen of the underworld. You were raised by Hecate and your best friend is Styx.”  

Before Cass could think about it too much, or get annoyed about the reaction, the council doors opened. Mammon was the first one out the door, practically running to the nearest bathroom. Levi followed, grumbling about missing something in his game, not bothering to look up as he passed.  

“Holy shit,” Psi breathed, standing a bit straighter upon seeing Levi. “Is that Grand Admiral Leviathan?”  

Cass glanced between Levi’s retreating form and Psi, confused by the reaction. “Um, yeah? Do you know him?”  

“Not personally. Huge fan though,” Psi answered, eyes not leaving Levi. Hera watched for a minute before faking a cough and mumbling nerd. “Are you kidding? He’s the highest-ranking officer in Hell’s Navy. His tactical knowledge and strategizing ability are unparalleled.”  

Cass and Hera shared a look of disbelief. Hera’s face was more mocking her longtime friend’s sudden enthusiasm whereas Cass was still trying to picture the Levi she’d come to know being someone’s idol.  

“Do you want me to introduce you?” Psi’s eyes lit up at her question and he nodded ecstatically. “Okay, but forewarning, he’s kind of an introvert and self-conscious, so dial back.”  

Someone’s arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a hug. Asmo’s perfume hit her nose before he even had time to speak. He rested his head on her shoulder. She glanced at him, watching his eyes trace over Hera and Psi’s forms.  

“Cass, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends? Or are you keeping them all to yourself? While I can’t say I blame you, sharing is caring you know.”  

Both Psi and Hera watched Asmo with wide eyes. Even though he hadn’t even used his powers, they looked like they were in a trance. “I know Dion was drunk when he said it, but he really could be Narcy.” 

Asmo pouted at the comparison, obviously not happy. The idea that he was being compared to Narcissus and not the other way, not sitting right. Cass saw his eyes narrow, but he didn’t voice the concerns. Levi snuck back past the group, once again, not realizing there were others.  

“Kore, Kore.” Psi looked past Asmo towards Levi. “Can I meet him now?”  

“Wait, LEVI is who you were so excited to meet?” Asmo snapped. “I’m standing right here!”  

Hera and Psi exchanged a look, as if that should matter. “And?” Psi asked.  

Asmo made the most dramatic scoffing noise Cass could imagine. He stepped back, making the noise a few more times as he walked away from the group. Psi and Hera’s confusion only grew at the reaction.  

“The fuck’s his problem?” 

Diavolo and Barbatos exited the chambers before Cass had time to answer. Maybe it was seeing them stand directly next to demons that were closer to an average height than Asmo, but Hera and Psi looked taller than she remembered.  

“That’s weird. I thought you were shorter,” she murmured.  

“Yeah, that’s just a demon and angel thing.” Cass raised an eyebrow at the comment. “When we’re in the human world we tend to appear shorter, almost like an optical illusion. Angels and Demons do it too. It’s a spell that’s cast when you cross the thresholds between worlds. Makes it easier to go unrecognized.”  

Cass nodded. It wasn’t the most logical thing she’d heard but given everything she’d come across in her time in the Devildom, it really wasn’t that peculiar. Though, it did make her realize how tall Solomon must actually be if his height remained the same between the realms.  

“Hera, Poseidon.” Diavolo approached them. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been down, hasn’t it? Although, I am surprised, I expected to see Zeus with you.”  

“Well, he’s become crankier over the last few centuries.”  

“I suppose I can’t blame him for that,” Diavolo chuckled, though Cass suspected it had more to do with the tension that had grown with his arrival than the words themselves. “Regardless, it’s nice to have you here. Truly, I’m grateful you accepted the invitation.”  

“...ABOUT LEVIATHAN!” Asmo’s voice drifted into the hall. “THE AUDACITY! I WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE. ME!”  

Lucifer, who had been standing at the door listening to their conversation, sighed and approached them. “I have a feeling that this break may be longer than you anticipated.”  

“WHY ARE YOU BLAMING ME?” Levi yelled back, clearly upset. “I didn’t even see them out there!”  

“THAT’S ONLY MAKES IT WORSE!”  

“Perhaps,” Epi once again appeared out of nowhere, “I could be of assistance? I’ve found people can become quite calm after experiencing their worst nightmares.”  

There was unsettling about the way he said it, something more sinister lying beneath the offer. It was then Cass realized that Epi must be Epiales, the demon from mythology in charge of nightmares. What his power actual was though, had to be something else entirely.  

“If they wake up, that is.”  

“It is not my fault that some lack mental fortitude to escape their fears. Besides, they technically are awake, and I don’t have to make the experience go on for that long.” Cass had the feeling that Epi chose to make whatever experience he was referring to last much longer than necessary.  

“Thank you for the offer, but I don’t think we’ll be needing your assistance,” Diavolo waved them off. “Cass, perhaps you could speak with Asmo?”  

Cass nodded and excused herself. Eventually, she was able to calm Asmo and Levi down so their council meeting could continue. By the looks of it, this meeting was going to go into classes. Lucifer had already told them they’d have to make them up, which Mammon hadn’t stopped complaining about.  

Once all of the brothers were sitting in their seats, Cass was able to drop into one of the extra seats in the back of the room next to the Nephs. The three of them all seemed highly entertained by her struggles. Psi going so far to ask if now was a good time to meet Levi.  

“There’s our Kore,” Hera laughed at the glare Cass sent Psi as a response. “For the first time I wondered if it really was you or not. You never would have gotten through that without threatening someone before.” 

“Not that we ever blamed you,” Epi smirked. “Your dad was one of the most famous demons born from the faction of wrath.” 

That certainly explained her short fuse. “Wait, you know my dad?”  

“When he was alive.”  

Cass hummed but wasn’t able to ask more questions. Diavolo and Barbatos had come back into the chamber. Barbatos took his seat off to the side. His eyes seemed to linger on the Nephs and Cass a few seconds too long.  

Diavolo proceeded to introduce the brothers before introducing the three Nephs. The brothers stilled, clearly recognizing the names. The looks of confusion, however, showed that they were as unaware of the truth behind the myths as Cass had been. 

“As in, Epilaes, Hera, and Poseidon from Greek mythology?” Satan asked. 

“Yes, the very ones. I must say, I was just as surprised to discover their existence recently.” Wait, Diavolo didn’t know they existed? That didn’t make sense, he’d acted as if they’d met before. “Until Cass’s true identity was revealed, I was under the impression they were simply demons. Demons I had been told passed long ago.” Diavolo said the last sentence with a glance at Barbatos. 

“Can’t you tell if someone’s lying?” Cass asked, still unsure how they’d managed to conceal their identity. 

“I mean, technically we aren’t human.” Hera answered. “And we are part demon. You just have to get a little clever with the wording and you’ve got the passable truth.” 

“Wait, what?” Mammon yelled. “What do ya mean part demon?” 

“You can’t mean Nephilim?” Satan asked. 

“Aren’t those just made-up stories from humans?” 

“Yeah, if a human’s pregnant with a demon, they die.” 

“Ew, who’d want to have a baby with a human.”  

“Cass, we’d have the cutest babies, if you ever consider it.” 

“If anyone’s havin’ a baby with Cass, it’s me. I’m her first, got it?”  

“Mammon you idiot, nobody would have a baby with you. You’d probably sell it the first chance you got.”  

“Shuddup, no I wouldn’t! Cass, I wouldn’t sell our baby.” 

“Enough,” Lucifer yelled, and the remaining six brothers fell silent.  

Hera turned to whisper to Cass as Lucifer scolded the others. “You’ve got them wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” 

Cass shot her a dirty look. Hera laughed, looking forward again as Diavolo started talking. As much as she loved them, the brothers could be a handful. Not to mention, having the Nephs there made her remember that she apparently had a fiancé somewhere. The idea only made her feel guiltier.  

“It seems, that Nephilim are not just stories. Due to my father’s intervention, there were numerous actions taken to conceal their existence to prevent them from being harmed. Cass, as it turns out, is a Nephilim, an undocumented one at that, which is why it was so hard to find any information on her history. 

“As you know, I intend to achieve peace between the three realms. The existence of Nephilim makes that infinitely more complex. However, I truly believe that peace is only achievable with their help. Which is why I’ve asked them here today.” 

Cass glanced at the Nephs at Diavolo’s explanation. Epi, who had looked more disinterested than Belphie, rolled his eyes. Hera looked both annoyed at the idea and in disbelief that Diavolo would ask. Psi, however, seemed to be considering it. It made more sense why he would represent the Nephs over the other two. 

“Seriously?” Hera finally asked. “You’re asking for our help?”  

“Hera-” Psi started. 

“No,” she snapped, standing to address Diavolo. “We weren’t just harmed. We were fucking hunted. We were tracked down and brutally murdered by your people. And what did we get? Erased from history and tossed from the place we called home.”  

“Multiple times,” Epi said.  

“Why do we even care what these half demons even think?" Mammon muttered, not speaking as quietly as he thought. "'Sides, if Cass is one of 'em, she's on our side." 

Cass looked between them as the tension rose in the room. Epi smirked from his seat, horns slowly twisting out of his head. The dark color of his irises and his pupils shifted to a faint grey, barely distinguishable from the whites of his eyes. The marks on his skin started glowing. He tapped his nails, which were now long, black claws, on the table three times.  

Mammon paled, looking ready to faint by the time Epi’s final claw hit the table. His eyes slowly regained focus as he searched Cass out. Even from across the room, she could see him violently shaking. What the hell had Epi done?   

“Anyone else curious about what these half demons think?” Epi asked, already back to his human form.  

“Part demon or not, we’ve been demons longer than you have,” Poseidon said. “Some of us have been alive longer too. Nonetheless, I apologize for Epi and Hera’s behavior. Obviously, you’re aware some animosity may remain, but I think trying for peace, or even a resolution, is preferred to the alternative.” 

“I understand this is asking a lot,” Diavolo continued. “Even you coming here means more than I could articulate. For relations between the Devildom and the Human World, including Nephilim, to ever strengthen, those bridges will need to be mended or even rebuilt completely.” 

“Diavolo!” 

The doors to the student council chamber slammed open. The sound of the woman’s heels echoed as everyone waited with bated breath. Her black hair was so dark, even midnight in the devildom seemed light. Her dark grey eyes seemed devoid of any emotion, despite the rage in her tone. There was something reptilian about her pupils. Across her face was one long scar.  

“Hello, Cate! It’s good to see you,” Diavolo smiled, but Cass didn’t miss the waver in his voice.  

The woman stopped in front of the bench before crossing her arms. Despite the height of the bench imposing over her, the woman commanded all attention. The entrance couldn’t have been more perfect.  

“Are you completely incompetent?” Diavolo went to answer, but she didn’t give him a chance to speak. If only she’d been here when the meeting started.  “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you are not that ignorant of your own realm’s relation to others. Yet, you neglected to tell me when a Nephilim appeared before you.” 

Despite being the leader of the Devildom, Diavolo didn’t stop her from speaking. The longer she spoke, the less diplomatic it seemed, not that it had been to begin with. In fact, it almost felt like Cate was scolding Diavolo, the way a parent would. 

A black smoke started to materialize beside Cate. From that, emerged a demon. When the smoke disappeared, Cass realized she’d seen the demon before. It was the woman from the portrait, the Demon King’s former advisor, Aeshma.   

Unlike the demon from the portrait, there was no fondness in her expression. Cass understood why she had been referred to as the Demon of Wrath. Why was that anger directed at Diavolo though? Hadn’t he said he’d spent time with her growing up? From their previous conversation, Cass would have thought they had a good relationship. 

Wait, hadn’t Diavolo also said the demon had been forfeited? While Cass had never learned what that actually meant, she’d been under the impression the demon was dead or, at the very least, not able to materialize before them now. Cass glanced at the others in the room, but their expressions only mirrored her confusion. 

“Aeshma?” Diavolo asked, his surprise evident. “How are you here?” 

“A better question is how you thought harboring a Nephilim would be the best option for strengthening relations between the Devildom and the Human Realm. Is your goal to undo the work of your father?”   

Cate and Aeshma continued speaking at Diavolo, still reminding her of a parent. Was it possible that they had taken over some of those responsibilities while Diavolo grew up since his mother had passed? She could tell by the way they talked to him, there was still love behind the message. Cass stopped herself from smiling at the image of them paralleling two aunts chastising their nephew.   

“Are you aware,” Lucifer finally interrupted, standing from his chair, “that Diavolo is the current ruler of the Devildom and the way you and your cohort have been speaking to him is unacceptable.”   

Aeshma’s eyes narrowed. Cass thought she’d never see a stare as icy as Lucifer’s, but even from here she wanted to wither under Aeshma’s. Surprisingly, Satan seemed equally unnerved by the sheer hatred and anger exuding from the demon. 

“Are you aware, that were it not for me, you’d be lying at the bottom of the Styx? Do you need a reminder of who I am, or can you quell your warped sense of entitlement that led you to believe you can advise me on what constitutes unacceptable behaviors.”   

Wait, what? Lucifer didn’t break eye contact. Apart from him, only Barbatos, Diavolo, and the Nephilim seemed to understand what she meant. Clearly this wasn’t the first time Lucifer had met the demon, but it looked like it may be the first time the other brothers had, at least since falling. What happened to the appreciation he had when looking at her portrait? 

“Aeshma.” Diavolo stood, placing a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer nodded before sitting back down. Diavolo continued, his voice regaining the stately quality he used when attending to royal duties. “I understand there are many things to be discussed. First and foremost, however, is that despite having been forfeited, you are here and have broken the law. I cannot dismiss that simply because you were on my father’s council. 

“Both you and Cate are the ones guilty of harboring an undocumented Nephilim. While Cate is not a denizen of the Devildom and therefore cannot be charged, you can. Perhaps we should all take a pause and reconvene. I would hate for this tension and any lingering emotions to have any impact on your impending trial.” 

“Fuck!” Mammon screeched as his chair tipped over and he fell. 

Everyone turned to see what could be so important for him to interrupt what was going on in front of them. Sitting on the table in front of his chair, was a woman holding an iced coffee who had not been there before. The appearance of the three women made her want to start working on her entrances and learn teleportation magic. 

Wait, she’d seen this woman before too. On the day she’d run away from the retreat and in the diner with Solomon. The witch wore the same large black hat and large round glasses. She looked almost the exact same, down to her hair falling out, the greyish color of her skin, and vacant stare.   

“As much as I’d love to see a trial where Aeshma is the defense and Lucifer assisting with judgement, that won’t be happening. You’re right, as a denizen of the Devildom, Aeshma would be guilty. That’s not Aeshma, though. Not really.” 

A hint of a smirk flashed across Aeshma’s face before reverting back to the icy stare. Did she know the witch would appear? Or was she just happy to prove Lucifer wrong? The longer this meeting went on, the more questions Cass had.  

“As you know, Aeshma was forfeited, and your father preserved her spirit in the river Styx. Luckily enough for Lucifer, might I add.” The witch gave him a pointed look and the ice coffee vanished. “Not long after that, I was summoned to reanimate the demon. The problem with a forfeited demon is there isn’t enough of their spirit to reconstruct.” 

Cass glanced around the chambers, trying to figure out who was following Nadia. Hera and Epi looked thrilled over the events. Apparently, both of them had already moved on from their grievances. Hera even had her phone positioned in a subtle way where she could record it without being noticed. 

“Hermes is going to be pissed he missed this,” Hera whispered when she noticed Cass watching her.   

“So, being the talented necromancer that I am, I stitched the fragment pieces with willing human souls who had passed. What does that mean?” The witch jumped down to pace in front of the bench, acting like a lawyer presenting their case. “Well, according to subsection 14B of the same law that protects Cate, the demon formerly known as Aeshma, is not a denizen of the Devildom.”   

The witch manifested a projection of the three realms to aid her argument. “Subsection 14B establishes that unless a being has a complete demon spirit, they cannot be denizens of the Devildom. Because Aeshma has a human soul. Well, part of a human soul, she would be classified as a Nephilim.”  

The projection vanished as the witch clasped her hands in front of her. “And Nephilim are not punishable for crimes related to the aftermath of the Titian Project.”   

“It’s also worth nothing, I haven’t gone by Aeshma since forfeiting,” the demon added. “Seemed wrong to use that name. In honor of your father and his kindness, I’ve gone by Styx since being brought back by Nadia.” 

“How are they so cool?” Levi muttered. “They could be the protagonists in an anime.”   

“Does anyone else have no idea what’s going on?” Cass asked. All of the brothers except Lucifer raised their hands. 

“Is anyone else turned on?” Asmo added. Everyone’s hands fell except his own. 

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (369): Tue 21st Mar 2023

Amanda Bynes has been placed in a mental health unit after she was discovered walking around her neighbourhood naked. The people who drove past her and saw her slowed their car down and called the police…eventually (You’d have to sleeve it a few minutes to take in the surreal sight of a naked Amanda Bynes wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t step in and stop it straight away. You’re only human). I knew that Amanda Bynes has been struggling in the last ten years or so but I always thought it was either alcohol or drug addiction I don’t know that she has quite severe mental health issues. You’d think that I would have read about it on Penelope Taynt’s website AmandaPlease.com. I was a big fan of The Amanda Show when I was a kid. Bynes had great comedic timing and had a very warm and energetic personality. I assumed that after the show ended that she would go on to a big film career ala Miley Cyrus but from what I’ve gathered Bynes has only done a handful of films and the last one was 13 years ago. From what I can tell Bynes has spent a lot of her time studying fashion and it was during this period that the substance abuse and mental health issues started up. Maybe her descent into addiction actually had nothing to do with her fame and instead was caused by the pressures of trying to balance her private life with her intense studying. University students go through a rigorous revision schedule and the stress of it often leads students to drugs in order to chase away the feeling of being overwhelmed.

I rang up the Roadwise motorcycle test company to see what the chances were of me getting lessons and a test booked in before the end of June when my theory test runs out. He said that in order to say for sure he’d need to take me out for a lesson to see how good or bad of a rider I am. I booked a lesson for tomorrow at 4. Hopefully the fact that I’ve been practicing for two years on a 125 will give me a bit of a boost and I won’t need too many lessons. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to actually booking a test. To be fair though when I first enquired about tests it was just after lockdown and the Roadwise guys told me that they were backlogged nine months with requests for tests and said backlog has only just gone down to about a month. Still though there were many years before this where I could have started taking lessons instead of spending all my time on Amandaplease.com reading Penelope Taynt’s regular article “Things That Rhyme With Amanda”.

I went to the town to meet Dad so we could get out pounds changed over to dollars. Dad had Luna with him as he’d just taken her to the soft play and she was hyper as per usual. She insisted on getting a carry and I told her that she was getting to big to be carried and soon it would be her who had to carry me. She responded that she wouldn’t be able to carry me because I’m too fat. Man, you eat 7 pizzas in a day and suddenly people are putting labels on you. I got £1000 changed to $1200 at the currency exchange place. It doesn’t seem like much but I’ve already paid for WrestleMania and the LA Lakers game so I’ll just need money for food and whatever fun shit we decide we want to do when we’re there. One thing I want to do while I’m over there is fire a gun. Normally to fire a gun in America you have to go to a high school but there are actually places where you can go to fire them at non-living targets called shooting ranges. Being from the UK this might be one of my only chances to fire an actual gun. It will also be a good opportunity to take out all the frustration I’ve accumulated over the years. I can pretend that the targets are the South Shields bus drivers who routinely turned up 10-15 minutes late when I needed them for work before I got the bike. I’ll also put on a voice pretending that the bus drivers are begging for mercy going “Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry I’m always late. I’ll start being on time I swear” and then I’ll reply “Oh yeah. Well I’m going to show you how to do your job properly. I’m going to take you on a ride, I’m going to get you to your destination on time and the good news for you is that where you’re going…you won’t need a return ticket” and then blast it’s fucking face off.

This evening I watched the documentary miniseries We Need To Talk About Cosby. Obviously the guys name is mud nowadays but you couldn’t exactly go straight to talking about what a monster the guy was straight from episode one. In order to understand why his crimes were so particularly harrowing the audience needs to know what kind of person he fooled people into thinking he was. This guy was basically the American Jimmy Savile. He did shitloads of charity work in order to defuse suspicion whenever there were rumblings about his shady behaviour. The Savile comparisons don’t stop there as throughout his career he was basically leaving breadcrumbs and hiding in plain sight, giving people enough clues as to what kind of person he was but because he was so powerful and influential very few people ever acted on them. Cosby actually jokes about drugging a woman’s drink on an album from 1969. The fact that Cosby was joking about this but turned out he was actually doing it makes me think that maybe Ross Noble actually does piss on squirrels https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c1nMqEHN3qg&t=68s . I can’t believe this guy is actually out on a technicality but hopefully this will somehow get overturned and the cunt will end up back behind bars sooner rather than later. The fact that Cosby’s career was brought crashing down thanks to a routine by Hannibal Burress has always intrigued me. The routine Burress did went viral and encouraged women who had been abused by Cosby to come forward. I’ve never understood why Cosby didn’t sue Burress. Maybe because the women came forward and accused Cosby of assault before he had a chance to suppress the revelation by taking legal action against Burress. The fact that Burress managed to evade prosecution by Cosby while at the same time kick-starting the backlash against him makes me flash forward to accusations made by Katherine Ryan against another comedian / predator of women who she refuses to name. She says the comedian in question has very good lawyers but surely not as good as the ones Bill Cosby could afford. If she just outright accused the guy then it might similarly encourage his victims to come forward and start a backlash against this presently unknown comic.

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Week: Banished Future

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened.

For today I rolled Archivist!Martin Blackwood and The Extinction (Eps. 140-146).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: death, destruction of public property with no regards for human victims, discussions of losing the will to live, swearing, mild gashlightning

Also on AO3!

Statement of anonymous student, regarding the future burning to the ground of their university.

Audio recording by Martin Blackwood. The Archivist, I suppose?

Statement begins.

 I don’t know how you people work. Maybe you are like those bloody priests and fucking shrinks and have to tell what I am about to confess since it hadn’t happened yet…but, let’s be honest, you are a bunch of goth nerds on your old ivory tower: you must have so many skeletons in the closet you don’t want any relationship with the literal rotting and also actual burning of a public building.

Sorry, not building: Institution .

Anyways, I have absolutely nothing to lose, as I am going down with it. This World has nothing to offer to any of us, so, why bother staying in it? I am just writing to you people because…well, I don’t really know why . I’ve just heard about your existence and it sounded like a fun thing to do.

I used to never do fun things. Actually, some might argue that I am going to embrace death without having done a single fun thing in my entire life. It is not my fault, though. I had to be…maybe not the best, but more than good enough. Constantly, tiresomely excelling…if I followed the path marked for me, I would have my reward in the end. A would earn my reward…

…I just can’t figure out what that would have been. Maybe it was just death in my own terms, and I have simply chosen to speed-run towards it.

Still, I bet you are wondering what on Earth is this all this rambling about…well, how it all begun. That was, as many things do when you are studying almost any degree in any Western country, with a midnight mental breakdown.

 I was at my ridiculously small dorm room, trying my best to barely pass a subject I was supposed to enjoy. A subject I had been looking forward for years , in the hope that, maybe, this one was actually half as well-taught as it should have been…to find another dumpster fire of organisation and topics that we were meant to learn as parrots instead of by reasoning the statements learnt.

I wanted to cry myself to sleep, but that would have meant to lose another night of studying and hard-work, which I couldn’t allow myself because there were another five subjects also waiting for me to be studied…was this really how Superior Education meant to look like? What was the hope of all of us if this was our base for Real Life ?

I was about to restrain myself from getting up and throwing my chair against the dorm’s window when a voice behind me asked, in a rather cynical tone, if I wasn’t ashamed of still getting disappointed at a System that had been failing me since primary education. Upset at the rather accurate argument (mainly about not having had it first) I turned to face one of my classmates, a pretty regular boy that would very likely enter that category commonly known as twink . He had always been shy, nice, and well-put; never top of the class but not as terrible at all tests as me. He had his group of friends, a couple teachers that treated him a little bit better than it was usual and another pair that seem to believe he was public enemy number one.

In other words: the most mundane boy of my class, just stating something I already knew, even though I only acknowledged it completely very deep down. Obviously, I asked him what on Earth he was doing in my room and why bringing that subject just before exams. For all answer, he gave me a pill, smiled with a fake kindness that froze all my blood streams and told me that it was a present: if I ate it, exams would become considerably easier.

In the stupidest yet smartest movement of my entire life, I did so.

 Since then, my marks improved wildly and even my proficiency when it came to deal with works for uni was better beyond all measures. I was the student I was supposed to be, with a bit of free time every other week!

And nothing else changed . Everything was equality shitty, just while I was being perceived as much smarter by people whose opinion I didn’t value that much, if at all.

Exasperated, one night, while at a bar, the boy from class came to me. At first, I didn’t recognise him, for he was that level of dull and mundane-looking, but then, the cynicism in his voice was unmatchable and he asked me if I tried to drink while the pill was still keeping its effect.

I jumped, yelling about how stupid he thought I was: I wasn’t about to OD for the shake of an experiment whose purpose I hadn’t even been explained and he…he just shrugged and told me, once again, what was the other option I was so hell-bent on preventing from changing. He might have called me a coward while he took something that looked a bit too much like degraded plastic from inside his irregular fingernails.

Was this the first time he had such poorly preserved nails or I was just seeing him clearly for the first time?

I didn’t waste more time in thinking about that. Somehow, the fact that there was something extremely dirty and broken about him, as small as it was…just made him much more compelling as an actual human being I was interacting with and not just a delirium for the barely slept nights.

Without contemplating why I was doing what I was about to do, I took the stronger pill, the one he was now offering, asked for a Whisky on the Rocks and drank while shallowing.

Nothing happened (apart from the theft the prices of all kind of brewages), until I went back to my bed and felt asleep.

Do you know our buildings are filled with insects, extremely flammable and with foundations as weak as a nonagenarian’s pair of knees? My dreams did; they were just documentaries, à la History Channel and, somehow, I knew they weren’t lying.

Not about the poorly made buildings that had cost me my sanity and hopes in mankind, but also about how the current human body was far weaker than it had been various generations before, so overprotected while being destroyed by the junk we put inside of it that it had basically become a ticking time-bomb against its owner .

I decided to prove whether this was as true as I believed it to be.

You have heard about the latest deaths of local students? The one that had the most random allergic reaction to a very particular clothing material? The one that couldn’t digest too much vegetables out of lack of habit?

Well, I must say, my dreams were right.

 And that is why I am destroying the University next week. That and the fact that, now that I am literal top of my class, my opinion towards it has not changed in the slightest. I must thank that boy; he has an extremely ragged raincoat, had I mentioned it before? I hope so…it just matched him .

Circling back: I am doing what my dreams showed me. Well, more precisely, two of the most likely scenarios simultaneously. There will likely have no repercusion when I finished, except for some that will lose jobs and lives in the process but…there is nothing in this life that could make me feel responsible for cutting the thread that connecting them to this plane of existence before time. And I really don’t care about it not mattering in the end.

Maybe, even, they should be grateful to me. You all should. Just as I am.

  Statement ends.

  Well…this person had obvious mental issues and yet…it is a clear example of how Jon described the Extinction to me (he was so adorable being excited with something that took his mind off The Web and the rather bizarre new direction The Institute is heading towards).

I also can understand why Floyd Matharu, even being a Desolation Avatar, can be so scared of what might happen if they got enough power. Sad to have to agree with the new boss…

Fear of the screw-ups of mankind itself…I just hoped I could get better the whole University bit. Even as they described it, it sounded better than my personal alternative.

Uh…this is harder than I expected, I just hope Peter’s idea of bringing the whole staff to have a drink is still on (he is quite talkative for an End’s avatar, I must say).

  End recording.

[katyspersonal]

Thinking about that dream I had a while ago where me and Micolash went to bug Laurence because we wanted to nap in one bed with him just to be comfy but he had to reject us because unlike us he was doing his homework hfhhjgfbv So Micolash just offered to watch Magia Record instead and we actually did, but at that time I haven't seen that anime yet.. nonetheless I envisioned Kaede (character from this anime) with perfect accuracy - I remind you, I never seen her or heard about her then. So that same day after I woke up, I decided to watch that anime foe real, and I am still trying to find the words for what I felt when I saw her in the anime and realized my brain wasn't just filling the gaps. Magiiiiic

[sweetheart-sunghoon]

𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻

♡ wc › 3k.

♡ contains › vampire au, vampire!jay, human!reader, fem!reader, swearing, vague descriptions of violence, implied sexual activity, jay calls reader sweetheart, reader is a snob and jay is an ass.

♡ summary › being what is essentially a bodyguard for a school which plays hosts to both humans and vampires isn't exactly your idea of a good time. especially when one particular ass-of-a-vampire makes it his personal mission to piss you off. even more especially when he ends up rescuing you.

♡ a/n › my beta reader is grammerly so apologies if there's still mistakes.

An elite boarding school for the rich, the famous, the academically gifted, and, of course, vampires. A school full of cocky kids, spoiled brats and blood-sucking demons. What could go wrong?

A lot, in your humble opinion, but you are determined not to let it be so. 

Although it is common knowledge among the regular students that the students in the east dorm building are vampires, the school found it best to keep the mortal and immortal separate. Not only do night classes better suit the fanged students, but it decreases the chances of day students offering up their blood or night students coercing them into doing so.

However, there are always students out to cause trouble. Whether it be hungry night students skipping class or love-struck day students sneaking out of their dorm, there are enough behavioural issues to warrant a security patrol. With a school as prestigious and pricey as yours, one would expect them to hire the best in the business, highly skilled and trained professionals. Well, one would be wrong.

Who would hire a professional security team when they could just straddle the borderline of child labour and enlist students to patrol the grounds? 

Satisfied that no delinquent students are creeping around the top floor, you head towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. You reach the stairs and freeze seeing a figure at the bottom, sitting on the windowsill. Poised like a great artist's muse, one leg reaches down to the ground and the other is cocked up on the window ledge to offer their arm a place of rest. Their head rests against the glass, chin angled up, eyes closed. 

Pretentious fuck, you think. No way anyone actually sits like that. This is likely just some egotistical night class student waiting for an innocent day class student to walk by and become enthralled by their beauty.

"You should be in class," you say loudly as you descend the stairs. 

The student turns to you and, lo-and-behold, their eyes glow red. “Y/N. My favourite human."

"Get to class, Jay," you say sternly. Of all the night class students it had to be him.

"Come on now, Y/N," he says, jumping off the ledge as you reach the landing. His voice is both sultry and teasing. 

It irks you. 

"No need to be so cold," he continues, reaching out to brush the hair away from your neck. "Especially when your blood is so warm."

You slap his hand away before he can touch you. "You're disgusting,” you spit, trudging down the rest of the stairs.

Using his enhanced speed, Jay meets you at the bottom. “You know you love me, Y/N.”

“When pigs fly," you retort, shouldering past him.

“Funny. Last semester during home weekend, I don't remember seeing any winged swine." His smirk is crystal clear in his voice when he says, “But maybe I was just distracted.”

Breath catching, you whip around and ram your hand against Jay's throat, shoving him against the banister. "You prick."

"Whoa," Jay chuckles. "This isn't how I remember it. Not bad, though."

"Shut up," you say through gritted teeth. "I was drunk and you know it."

"Yes, but so was I, sweetheart."

"Meaning that neither of us was thinking straight. There's a reason it only happened once."

"Ahh, so you finally admit it happened." Jay smirks and it hits you that this was his goal: all he wanted was for you to finally admit what you had been passionately denying for the past two months. Jay finds a devious amount of joy in pissing off others, and reminding you of your drunken dalliance never fails to rile you up.

Determined not to let him make a fool of you any longer, you shoot him your deadliest glare then turn on your heel, barking, “Get to class!” as you walk away.

Over the next week, Jay makes it his personal mission to find you during your guardian shifts and do everything in his power to annoy the shit out of you. And every time you get the urge to kick him in the balls, you have to remind yourself that any reaction you give him, no matter how violent, will only reward him. 

“You know, I have some relatives coming to visit soon,” Jay says as you make your rounds through the gardens on Friday night, your last guardian shift for the month. 

“Didn’t ask,” you say, trying to walk faster, but of course, Jay easily keeps up with your pace. 

“They’re only coming for a couple of days to see if they’re interested in attending the school.”

“Don’t care.”

Jay chuckles. “Of course you do.” He halts his steps with a sigh, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Ah, alas, I have Business Studies to attend to.”

“Oh, you’re leaving? What a shame,” you quip with an eye roll, barely pausing to flash him a sarcastic smile before walking away from him.

Jay grins his devilish grin. “I know you’ll miss me.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will,” he calls.

“No, I won’t!”

You hear a chuckle followed by a gust of wind, probably from Jay either jumping onto the nearest building ledge or running to the nearest entrance to avoid being scolded for tardiness. 

Letting out a breath, you relish in the newfound quiet. Some crickets and other nocturnal bugs serenade you as you stroll through the west garden, and you can faintly hear the centre-piece fountain softly bubbling somewhere ahead of you. Moments like these are a rare positive to your guardian role. The cool night air washes the tension out of your muscles, and a serene smile slips onto your lips. You wish you could stay here all night, but you know you can't. So, you make your way through the garden and start patrolling behind the cobblestone buildings. These west buildings are a hotspot for first years trying to get a glimpse of the vampire students.

Rounding the corner, the garden trees begin to thicken and close in on each other, forming a lush forest, the beauty and vibrance of which is only highlighted by the silvery rays of moonlight streaming through the foliage. The only sound out here is the soft wind rustling the outer branches of the trees and the occasional owl. So when a twig snaps, it sounds like an explosion. Head whipping in the direction of the sound and hand sliding the retractable staff strapped to your thigh, you make your way into the trees. In your three years of being a guardian, you’ve taken out the staff many times to scare students back to their dorms, but only twice have you actually used it. The prickle running up your spine tells you tonight may be number three.

“I know you’re there,” you call into the night, the stars and moon lighting your way through the trees. “It’s forbidden for both day and night students to be out here without a teacher at this time of night.”

“Luckily, we’re not students,” says a malicious voice behind your. Definitely not a student.

Your training kicks in as you slide the staff out of its strap and extend it, spinning around to aim the pole at the throat of the stranger. He’s wearing a dark suit but it's not a school uniform. His skin has a recognisable discolouration to it.

“Who are you, vampire?” you snarl.

“Travellers,” he drawls, eyes flashing red. “Travellers looking for a snack.”

“Well, you won’t find one here,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Oh, I disagree.” He chuckles, then glances over your shoulder. A cold hand grips your elbow. You dislodge it quickly, spinning and smashing your staff into the owner’s stomach, sending them and their ridiculous green suit to the hard ground. 

“Ooh, it can fight,” laughs a new voice. 

Not fond of the idea of being ganged up on, you pivet and aim the end of your staff at the first vampire’s neck. He dodges it effortlessly. Feet planted, you twist your upper body to the left, jabbing your staff at his abdomen. He dodges again, predictably stepping to the right where you’ve already kicked out with your right foot. It lands square on his chest, pushing him to the ground with his first accomplice. His second accomplice, the third vampire in total, steps out from the trees.

Her velvet dress drags across the grass as she strolls toward you. “You look tasty.”

“Oh, yeah?” you ask, lowering my stance. “Shame you’ll never know for sure.”

She lunges, clawed hand outreached. You hit her hand away with your staff. She lunges again. You sidestep her, then drop and sweep your leg under her feet. She hits the ground but regains her stance quickly. 

“You filthy human,” she growls.

You laugh. From their suits and her dress and the arrogance that radiates off them, you guess that they’re vampires with a high social status: Level B, one power at least, fifty-fifty chance that they have any sort of formal combat training. Judging from how you’ve managed to knock all three down, it seems they have no training. This should be easy enough then.

The female charges again, a pitchy scream ripping through her. You duck and roll. She stumbles but keeps her upright position. You jump up and charge at her, staff glinting in the moonlight. But before you can jam it into her stomach, a chilling breeze blows across the grass and suddenly there is a pool of mud under you. Your foot slips on the wet ground. Your ankle rolls. You hit the ground. Hard. Any air in your lungs is knocked out of you. Your staff rolls out of your hand. 

Fuck. Stupid vampires and their stupid powers. Groaning, you push yourself to sit up. The vampires laugh and the sludge under you disappears. You look up and watch as they stalk towards you, laughing and baring their fangs. Your ankle burns, but you refuse to die this way. You reach for your staff.

“Hey!” a male voice booms, followed by a thump as the owner lands on the ground next to your.

The trio of vampires stops their prowl.

“Jay,” the first vampire says with an arrogant smile. “Cousin, what a coincidence. Come to share a meal?”

Your gaze snaps up to Jay. Cousin? Are these the cousins he was talking about not half an hour ago?

“Actually,” Jay drawls. “I’ve come to collect my property.”

“Your property?” the female asks, looking between Jay and you. “You mean this human is yours?”

Jay turns his head to look down at you, his eyes flashing red. “Indeed, she is.” He lowers himself down to one knee and hooks his finger under your chin. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Your face heats up with annoyance. In any other scenario, you would slap his hand away and spit on his face, calling him all kinds of foul names, but in this scenario, sprawled on the ground before three blood-thirsty monsters and one arrogant prick, you figure your chances of survival are higher with the vampire who at least has the decency to pretend to swear off of human blood.

Choking down your pride, you mumble, “Yes."

“Good girl,” Jay says before slipping his arm around your waist and hoisting you off the ground, pulling you to his side. 

He brushes a leaf out of your tangled hair and you glance up at him, surprised to see a hint of tenderness in his eyes as they meet yours. But he turns back to his relatives before you can determine whether it was a trick of the moonlight or if he really was concerned. 

“Now that you know this human is mine, I’d appreciate it if you would leave her alone,” Jay says flatly. 

“But we’ve been travelling for so long just to see you. Surely, you wouldn’t mind—"

“I would mind.”

“Oh, please,” begs the green-suited vampire pitifully. “We promise not to drink too much. And there’s a whole town nearby with plenty of yummy boys and girls, so if we do, you can just—” 

“No!” Jay growls, making his three cousins and you collectively flinch. His grip on your waist tightens in what your hope is an attempt to reassure you. “If you’re so interested in the town, how about you leave us alone and go there yourselves?”

The vampires pause, sharing looks. “You’re being very inconsiderate, Jay.”

Jay doesn’t respond, only glowers at them.

More shared looks. 

The female huffs. “Fine, we’ll go. I highly doubt this human would satisfy us anyway. Goodbye, cousin.”

And they’re gone, disappearing into the misty forest. Squawking birds spray up out of the trees, their sleep disturbed by the three vampires speeding through their habitat. Only once the birds have settled back to their branches does Jay relinquish his hold on you, exhaling and stepping back, dragging his hands through his onyx hair. 

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles. “They can’t even go ten minutes without attacking someone.”

Thoroughly terrified, your mind stutters and your body shudders. Both cry out for bed onto which you can collapse and sleep away the events of this evening. Taking a step forward, a hiss rips up your throat as your ankle buckles under the weight of your body, pain tearing through you like a ferocious clawed animal. 

“Y/N!” Jay catches you before you hit the ground. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you nod. “My ankle. Your cousins fight dirty.”

"I'll take you to the nurse."

You shake my head. "She won't be there. Night class can usually heal on their own."

"Then I'll—"

"You won't do anything. I'm taking myself back to the day class dorms. There's a first aid kit in the kitchen."

"Okay. We'll go there." And then, as though you are nothing more than a single blade of grass, Jay scoops you into his arms and starts towards the west dorm block.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you splutter, flailing in his arms. "I said I'll take myself."

He holds you tighter against his chest. The solidity and warmth are somewhat calming. "Don't be stupid. There's no way you'd make it there on your own."

"I'm not stupid," you snarl, reaching up to flick his forehead as hard as you can.

He flinches then returns the act, pinching your side. "Then let me take you there."

"Fine, but you don't have to carry me."

"Yes, I do."

You scoff. "Why? Because I'm your property?"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N," Jay says, maintaining his swift pace. "I didn't mean it at all."

“Then why did you say it?”

Jay sighs. "Long story. Let's just say they're very old-fashioned."

The hint of pain in his expression is unmistakable and you decide not to ask a follow-up question. You’re more concerned with the state of your ankle anyway. "Can we speed this up?" 

"You're so demanding," Jay says, dramatising exasperation in his voice. Yet, he continues, "Hold on tight, sweetheart."

"Do I have to?"

"Unless you want another broken ankle."

You roll your eyes. "First of all, it's not broken, just twisted. Second of all, are you insinuating that you're too weak to carry me?"

Jay laughs. "As if." And without another word, he takes off, leaving your yelp of surprise far behind in the forest. 

In a little under three seconds, you find yourself being unceremoniously plopped onto a stainless steel benchtop in a large kitchen lit only by the silver moonlight pouring through the window. You have to blink the shock away. You knew vampires were fast but that was something else.

"Where's the first aid kit?" Jay asks.

"Cupboard above the fridge. And there's ice packs in the freezer.” You gingerly lift your foot onto the bench and slide off your shoe and sock. Blotches of bruises are forming already. 

"Here." Jay is beside you, holding an ice pack wrapped in a floral hand towel.

You take it from him and hold it against your ankle, grumbling, “Your cousins suck.”

Jay sits beside you, smiling. “I know.”

“If they didn’t have powers, they’d be so dead.” 

“I bet they would be.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t care that I just insinuated killing your cousins?”

Jay snorts. “As if. I don’t give a fuck about them. You, on the other hand…”

Your traitorous heart skips a beat. You turn your face away from his gaze. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Y/N—”

“So what’s your power then?” you ask, cutting him off. You've always assumed Jay was a Level C vampire with his head incredibly far up his own ass, but after seeing his relatives use an elemental power you now know he must also be Level B. And not that you'd ever tell him, but there is a twinge of curiosity in you wanting to know what other power Jay possesses.

"Oh? You're asking about me? Do you wish to be closer to me?"

You scoff. "Forget I asked."

He's silent for long enough that you almost think he won't reply, but, of course, he does. Leaning in close enough that his warm breath brushes against your skin, he whispers, "Guess."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "Screw you."

Jay laughs. Then his laughter fades and you can feel his eyes burning holes into you. You turn to find him staring at your now swollen ankle, a furrow between his brows.

"Stop staring at me," you tell him. "I'll go to the nurse’s office first thing in the morning."

"Okay." A beautiful silence. Then… “You know…" Jay says in a sing-song-ish way that has you preemptively rolling your eyes.

"What, Jay?" you sigh, mentally preparing yourself for whatever obnoxious nonsense he's about to throw at you.

Shrugging coyly, he slips his hands into his pant pockets. "Now, I'm not saying you have to… but… I just think… you wouldn’t have to go to the nurse’s office if you just let me bite you and turn you.”

And there it is.

You sigh again. “You and I both know you can’t do that, Jay. Only purebloods can turn humans.”

“I could still try.”

“And fail miserably. No biting.”

"But Y/N—"

"No. Biting."

"You're no fun."

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[ragingstillness]

Watching RE7 playthroughs and suddenly got a vision of Ethan not as a BSAA agent but as like a guest lecturer or smtg.

Chris asks Ethan comes in to speak to a class. All the BSAA agents in training are real confused. Ethan comes in looking like a wholeass dad. He’s wearing a pair of square tortoiseshell glasses, a creased button down that he’s tucked tight into khaki shorts with a ton of pockets. He’s carrying a brown briefcase that has seen better days and doesn’t match the brown of his shorts AT ALL.

He kind of stumbles up to the podium. He sets the briefcase down in front of him but doesn’t open it. He leans his hands on the lectern and rocks back and forth on his heels a little. Chris, in the corner of the room, gets a few concerned glances.

Ethan ruffles his hair and pushes his glasses back up his nose. He sniffs. “Alright the first rule to dealing with a situation involving a BOW is to find a weapon—“

He’s interrupted by a student in the front row who says, “Um who are you?”

Another one cuts in. “Yeah why should we listen to you?”

Ethan starts like he’s just remembered he left the stove on. “Sorry sorry I didn’t even introduce myself.” He smiles at them all. “Hi my name is Ethan Winters, I’m a bioweapon—“

Everyone in the class pulls out a gun and one person actually shoots Ethan, hitting him where his heart would be. The class gasps.

“Fuck!” Ethan shouts. Then his shoulder sort of ripples, and kind of spits the bullet out into Ethan’s waiting hand. He looks sheepishly at them all. “Sorry for swearing, that spot’s just been a little tender since Miranda ripped my heart out.”

He couldn’t mean Mother Miranda could he? Rumored to be the true progenitor of all bioweapons? Who enslaved a whole village for over a hundred years? He’s talking about her like she’s his next door neighbor Miranda.

“Oh and Chris knows I’m a bioweapon it’s ok he’s still fine with me being here.” Chris nods his agreement. “Because you see, I’m a rather rare transformed bioweapon. As in, I used to be just as human as all of you, but I came into contact with high concentrations of contaminated material and ended up forcibly changed into a bioweapon by some other BOWs I was fighting.”

The room has gone silent. Everyone’s eyes are wide. They’ve sat back down and stowed their weapons but can’t bring themselves to do anything else but gape at this man.

“Ok so, let’s try something different. How many of you have heard of the Dulvey incident?”

Tons of hands go up. “Ok great, good. So that was me. How about the Romania incident?”

A few shaky hands go up. “Yeah I figured it wouldn’t really be public knowledge but that one was me too. I mean, I’m saying it was me but I don’t mean that I like started the outbreak or caused all the damage.”

Chris lets out an amused questioning noise. Ethan’s head whips around to look at him. “Shut up Chris.”

That, more than anything, convinces the students that this guy is the REAL DEAL.

The lecture goes great, even if some of Ethan’s advice is rather specific. “And if you ever find yourself facing a shadow puzzle, make sure you remember the perspective, some objects will only fit the pattern if you turn them to match the size of the other items around them.”

Or is frankly not recommended. “Wait until right after she’s passed you then run like hell through the door she just exited.”

Or sounds like something only a completely insane person would do. “So she told me I’d never see my daughter again so I flipped her off and said ‘just like you’ll never see yours bitch.’ I thought it was really clever in the moment.”

But overall, they learn a lot, and when their regular lecturer comes back they all start begging him to take another vacation so Ethan can come and teach again. Ethan himself is confused but happy, Chris has never laughed so hard in his life.

[forgwater]

Trying to stop Rook from terrorizing the NRC students: Valentine's Day Edition but it's August (Le chasseur d'amour doesn't care about dates, every day is Valentine's Day when you're Rook Hunt)

crackfic

gender neutral reader

@adultish-momma I've done it

I'm baaaack!!!

Enjoy!~

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It was a normal day at NRC.

It all started with your usual morning as Grim stared throwing a tantrum, demanding more of his precious tuna.

Then it continued when Ace and Deuce showed up at the Ramshackle’s door already bickering and taunting each other.

And then Crowley showed up like the bastard he is and dumped even more work on Yuu’s and YN’s shoulders.

But then!

Then the day took a turn. From YN’s perspective, for the best. From Yuu’s perspective? For the worse.

So, what exactly happened?

Well…

Rook showed up dressed as Cupid, fake wings included, proclaiming the day to be Valentine’s day and then began shooting people with his arrows while screaming “Now kiss!”.

And now, the weather it all falls to the Ramshackle’s human residents to deal with this mess.

romantic

The day was a bit suffocating. The cloudless sky allowed the harshness of the sun to fall onto the living beings bellow.

You were currently talking to Vil, inquiring about your boyfriends whereabouts.

“I truly wish I could answer that.” the Pomefiore housewarden replies with a sigh “He’s been missing ever since the morning started and I trust him as my vice-housewarden, but-“

The blond is suddenly, and might he add, rudely, interrupted by screaming students and running.

“One can’t even have a proper conversation on this campus, I swear…” Vil laments.

“Wait… is that-“ you begin as you point in the direction of the screams.

“Please tell me it isn’t who I think it is…”

“It’s Rook!”

“Oh, dear Seven…”

But before the conversation can continue the hunter in question approaches you, kissing your cheek in greeting.

“Bounjour, mon amour.” he then looks over at his unimpressed housewarden “Roi du Poison.”

“Dare I ask what exactly you’re doing, Rook?”

“I am celebrating love.” the chasseur d’amour answers.

“… Dressed like that?”

“Ah, but this is made of the finest of materials!”

“I would say too little material was used.”

“I think it’s enough material.” you interject.

“Merci, mon ange!~” your boyfriend winks at you.

“Do change your garments, please.” And with another sigh Vil turns around to leave, but then he stops, turning yet again towards his second in command.

"Wait a moment. Did you imbue your arrows with some sort of magic? Love potions and magic are strictly forbidden-"

"Non, I would not do such a thing. I am merely using my regular arrows."

"Excuse you, WHAT?! You don't mean to say you’re actually shooting people with normal arrows, do you?!" this can’t be good for Vil’s skin.

"... perhaps..." the hunter’s answer is barely above a whisper.

"Rook, NO- as your housewarden I forbid you!" Vil tries.

"... Very well, Roi du Poison... I shan't shoot the students with normal arrows."

And with that, the Pomefiore housewarden retreats to recuperate from this headache inducing ordeal.

“Normal arrows?” you inquire.

“Normal arrows, my love. But you needn’t worry about this. I promise I have a date planned for later tonight, but of now I must go and perform my duty as le chasseur d’amour!” and with a chaste kiss to your hand Rook goes to continue his endeavor.

Leaving you to dreamily sigh. And a horrified Epel in the background that just happened to pass by and overhear this… he swears he’s going to have nightmares for the rest of his life…

Anyways, don’t you have such a caring boyfriend? He’s prepared a date for the two of you!

platonic (press F in the chat for Yuu, they're not doing good)

As the prefect lies their eyes upon the ungodly sight that is Rook Hunt at this very moment, they can’t help but exclaim to themselves “WHY AM I THE ONE THAT HAS TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT?!!?!?!?”

The five stages of grief have started to set in.

The Cupid impersonator has been going on a rampage all day. The infirmary is full. Someone needs to defeat this evil and Yuu doesn’t plan on being that person.

However, fate has other plans and now the prefect is loading a rifle with tranquilizers.

“…guess I gotta do this safari style…” they mutter to themselves.

“Prefect, I know I said Heartslabyul has its doors open for you… but must you do this in the lounge?” Riddle tries to reason the events happening right before his eyes.

“I get to film this and post it on Magicam, right Yuu?” Cater asks.

“Whatever you want as long as you hold the tranquilizer’s box.” the prefect replies.

“Perfectly cool with that!”

“You’d really put yourself in danger like that so recklessly, Cater?” Trey adds to the conversation.

“You gotta do what you gotta do to please the fans! I’m sure it’s not that bad!” Cater answers.

“You’re going to use everyone as a shield, aren’t you?”

“… Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“Anyways, Yuu, how much are you using for Rook?” Ace enters the conversation.

“Yeah, you have to calculate the dosage, right?” Deuce adds.

“Uh… no idea, as many as I need?” the prefect answers with slight uncertainty.

“Let me see that.” Riddle interjects.

…..

….

…

"ARE YOU MAD?! THIS DOSAGE IS ENOUGH TO KNOCK OUT A HORSE!!!"

"And yet I fear it is not enough." the prefect answers nonchalantly.

“Yuu, dude! What the hell?!” Ace adds, following his housewardens reaction.

“You want to be met with one of Rook’s arrows or not?!” the prefect snaps “May I remind you that you can’t hide here forever and it is only a matter of time until he comes for you?!”

…..

…

“Fair point.” the redhead first year answers.

“Go get him, prefect!” the other Heartslabyul first year encourages.

“…it’s not like I have another choice.” Is all Yuu says before they depart in search of the menace that is Rook Hunt.

....

As the prefect reaches the courtyard they see the chaos happening.

It is a boodbath.

Yuu quickly takes cover under the foliage only to bump into something, or better said, someone.

“Ah- Shit!-“

“You’re here to hide from Rook too?” Epel inquires “Also, fuck you too, prefect.”

“Sorry about that Epel… didn’t think there was anyone in this bush…” Yuu begins their explanation “I’m trying to find a place where I can get a clean shot on Rook.”

“Oh, I see…” the Pomefiore first year replies “Then, I’ll be going. I don’t want any part of this.” And with that he leaves.

“Neither do I, Epel… neither do I…” the prefect says as they take their aim.

One…

Two…

And….

WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!?!!?

“Looking for someone, prefect?” the hunter inquires.

Yuu’s blood runs cold. Oh, this isn’t good. IS THIS THE END?! The prefect’s too young to die! And not like this!!! Not like this! Oh, Seven, if you are there-

Clink

The chiming of an alarm.

What…?

“Oh, it would seem we won’t be facing off today, prefect.” Rook explains “Truly unfortunate. But my date with YN is much more important than our little, fun games. So I bid you, au revoir!”

And with that the hunter is gone.

“I.. I think I need to lay down…” Yuu mutters as they leave their hiding spot. Their mouth dry. “I… I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes…”

Will the prefect ever recover from this?

How much money will they be able to extort from Crowley to pay for their therapy?

Who knows?

But at least the prefect can breath a sigh of relief.

For now...

bonus

YN, looking at Rook: "Go little rockstar. <3"

Yuu, looking at Rook:

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the previous parts: part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4 part 5 Valentine’s Day (and it is Valentine’s Day!)

Masterlist

[griombrioch]

Hello if you can spare a few moments of your time what do you think of the prompt where Jessamy the raven gets reborn but as a human person and meet hob as a college student and met Morpheus not realizing he’s dream and she thinks is hobs boyfriend or husband?

Hello yes I have So Many thoughts on this.

First off, I fucking adore Jessamy and I'm heartbroken each and everyday that we never get to hear her speak in the Netflix adaptation.

Jessamy's life as a raven was already her second chance. Like Matthew, she had lived a life in the Waking World in which anthropomorphic personifications of concepts did not exist to her. Nor did the reality of magic or the journey of flying between realms. Her first life had been a short one though. As a human, she'd been very sick. And frail. And, more often than not, alone. To die in her sleep and wake up a raven was strangely liberating instead of frightening. She could put up with the magic and the strange enigmatic man who called himself her King if it meant that she could fly. She was reborn into a body that no longer held her back. She could go anywhere and everywhere and nothing could stop her. Except the shells fired from a shotgun. Of all things.

All of this is to say, of course, that no one expects to have a third chance at life. And for quite some time, Jessamy herself doesn't even know. When she walks the earth again as a human, she knows that her name is Jessica Barnes. She knows that her parents died in a car accident when she was a toddler. She is told that they loved her very much. She knows that she doesn't remember her childhood - PTSD, she is told. For what, she is not sure and nobody seems to want to give away answers. She knows that she is drawn to history, to writing, to uncovering the truths of the past that still linger between the lines of a textbook.

The first time she sees Dream it is at the end of Professor Galden's lecture on a regular Tuesday. As his TA, she is at the back of the room. When she sees the lanky, dark haired man amble to the front of the hall, she doubletakes. Not because she finds it absurd for teachers to have partners, but because she swears she recognizes this man. From somewhere. She has another class across campus though, and Jessie's really not in the habit of stalking university faculty, so she makes a hasty exit. She still needs to talk to Robert about the classes' last exam scores, but an email will have to suffice.

The next time it happens, weeks later, the man stares back at her. He looks pained and she cannot, for the life of her, figure out why. She casts a glance toward Dr. Galden for help, but he looks just as confused as she feels. The man introduces himself as Morpheus, and something about that name is so achingly familiar. Morpheus Morpheus Morpheus.

She starts getting snippets, here and there. Tiny fragments of memory that she has no previous recollection of but the moment she experiences them, she knows that they are hers. A bus passes her on the street and she sees the wings of a thousand black birds. An undergraduate asks her about European rituals and she suddenly finds herself knowledgeable on the dark summoning magic from the 1800s. Eventually her name doesn't feel like her own anymore. Like she's outgrown it.

Finally, Dr. Galden's strange boyfriend (husband? partner? consort?) shows up in her dreams. She pushes through a door and ends up in an enormous white room with a thousand steps. Morpheus stands at the bottom of them, but the coat she's used to seeing has grown another several feet. It drags on the pristine floor. He is staring at her impassively, like he was expecting her. He doesn't appear to be in pain anymore. If anything, there is something akin to hope in his eyes. She should be afraid or at the very least startled by his ghostly appearance. She is not. She knows him.

"I know this place. Why?" "Because you are home, my dear Jessamy."