#i am talking about the repetitive type of accidental litters

[darkwood-sleddog]

you know i don't see accidental litters by themselves as a red flag necessarily, but when breeders are having them repeatedly (like at least once a year or so) i really begin to scrutinize their dog management. like you have been doing this so long. how is this still happening so frequently.

[xukunstellation]

Fantasy Fest Series: Demon of Mine || Bu Fan [Demon!AU]

Credit to @buyuefan for the gif, which sparked inspiration for this fic!

Title: Demon of Mine Pairing: Reader x Bufan Genre: Witch!AU + Demon!AU + fluff  Word Count: 2,202 words Summary: Magic can be tricky, especially when you accidentally summon a demon into your home.

A/N: My first fic in the Fantasy Fest series! At the time of me writing up this fic, demon!au is currently in the lead in the poll. Who else better to play the role of a demon that Bufan himself? Also, a disclaimer: everything is pretty much more or less fictional. I made up a few things as far as summoning demons go and I also didn’t want anyone to get any ideas, lol. Everything is under the cut because this is the longest fic i’ve ever written I think, oof. Enjoy demon!Bufan! 

Warning: mild cursing, brief mention of blood

ya’ll asked for demon!au

so i gotchu boo

you come from a family of witches 

magic has ran through your family blood line for generations, dating back to the early 1400s

contrary to popular belief, your family did not practice black magic or served the Devil

instead your family used magical skills in order to heal others, even opening an apothecary as a family business

all throughout your life, you loved learning about the functions of different types of herbs and ingredients and using that knowledge to create all types of potions and concoctions 

you also had an affinity for spell-casting and charms

every so often, your parents would go on business trips and travel across realms, bringing back new knowledge of spells and potions that you had never heard of 

sometimes they were gone for months or, rarely, a year

it did feel strange being on your own for long periods of time, but you grew accustomed to it

it also meant you were left in charge of running the apothecary, which you were all too eager for

as you flipped to a page in one of your many ancient potion-books to find the cure for nightshade rash for one of your clients, you scanned the ingredient list and saw that one of the ingredients was virtually illegible due to the fact that the ink was rubbed away over time 

“damn. how am I supposed to make this potion now?” you sighed. “guess i’ll have to ask grandma.”

after closing up the shop so that no customers wandered in, you headed to the back room. shelves lined the walls and were filled with all sorts of magical ingredients, all neatly organized according to their use. the soft sound of the fire crackling under the fireplace and the bubbling of the cauldron hanging above it filled the room. books and papers written in latin littered the tables and floor messily, the aftermath of your charms studying session from earlier

with a flick of your wrist, the books and papers levitated and swirled in the air for a moment before tidying themselves into organized stacks. another flick of your wrist, everything including the furniture moved on their own and cleared the center of the floor

“hm... what was the spell that mom used?” you said to yourself.

you had never summoned your deceased grandmother before, let alone any spirit for that matter. usually it was your mother who did the spirit contacting

looking through a spell book, you stopped at one particular spell and figured this was what you were looking for 

how to summon a loved one

according to the spell, all you had to do was draw a magic circle, provide a drop of blood and say a simple incantation. the circle will automatically summon the one you love, which you figured was your grandmother in this case

sounds easy enough

oh boy were you in for a surprise

you carefully used a piece of white chalk to carefully replicate the image  of a large summoning circle, carefully sketching intricate patterns as you go. facing the fireplace, you slowly inhaled and exhaled, a stream of wind leaving your mouth and extinguishing the flames, turning the room almost pitch black. with that said, you lit a few candles around the circle. gently running your index finger over the other, a small incision appeared. tilting your finger, you let a drop of blood fall into the circle. it was time to start the ritual.

closing your eyes, you channeled all of your energy to your core and began reciting the spell incantation. feeling the magic run through your veins, you felt the air pick up and stir around you, creating a vortex at the center of the circle. shadows danced along the walls to the sound of your chanting that grew in volume with each repetition. the once tiny golden flames were now a roaring, brilliant amethyst. 

your words came to a halt as you finished reciting the spell. the room around you also fell into a complete silence. opening your eyes, you were prepared to greet the spirit of your grandmother

except it wasn’t a spirit

hell (no pun intended) it wasn’t even your grandmother

floating in a fog of purple smoke above the summoning circle was a massive male figure around 6′3′’. his hair was a blood crimson, mirroring his glowing eyes beneath his closed lids. aside from wearing slightly loose black pants and a long trench coat, he was completely shirtless 

(you were lowkey checking out his abs ooh la la)

but what caught you the most off guard was the lilac tint of his skin, the onyx curled horns above his head, deadly talons instead of fingernails, and the powerful presence of obsidian wings that were tattered and torn at the edges and looked at least twice your size

“oh shit i just summoned a demon”

at the sound of your voice, the demon’s eyes snapped open and glared at you with what you believe was murderous intent

fuck

you were going to die tonight 

you were a healer, not a fighter rip you

just as the demon made a move to step out of circle, the spell broke. the magic that kept him afloat disappeared in a flash

causing him to plant face first onto your wooden floor

“....pfffft-”

you knew you probably shouldn’t have found the idea of a potentially dangerous demon in your home funny, but you couldn’t stopped laughing at how someone so scary looking could be so clumsy

meanwhile the demon only winced in pain as he stood back up and rubbed his face before shooting you a look of disbelief

most people would faint, pee their pants, cry, or at least scream in fear at the sight of him

but here you are laughing at him

who tf were you?

“are you done?” he deadpanned after watching you laugh at him for three minutes straight

wiping away a stray tear, you barely managed to settle down and responded, “y-yeah i think i’m good. are you?”

“peachy”

you felt the need to laugh again... until you realized that the spell you used was meant to summon:

a loved one

and it summoned this random demon 

wtf was that supposed to mean

“wait, who the hell are you?” you interrogated

“my name is bufan. i’m a formidable demon of the Underworld!” his loud, deep ass voice boomed before leaning down his height to make eye contact with you

you felt your heart flutter a bit at how close he was

“that’s uh... nice...”

“just... nice....?”

“yeah....”

awkward silence

“so who are you and why did you summon me?” bufan questioned, raising a dark eyebrow at you

“oh! i’m (y/n). i kind of summoned you by accident,” you sheepishly admitted

“how do you accidentally summon a demon?”

“how do you accidentally trip and fall while getting summoned?”

“....”

damn you got him there

“anyway,” you coughed, “all i wanted to do was summon the spirit of my dead grandmother, not a demon. i’m not even sure why the spell summoned you in the first place. not to be rude or anything but can you go back to where you came from? I'm really busy and need to talk to my grandmother so i can start this cure already”

"i can't unless you give me your first born child"

“....say what now”

you gaped at his serious poker face before slowly watching it contort into a shit-eating grin. then he broke into a boisterous laughing fit that shook the whole room with its intensity

you pouted when you realized he was pulling your leg. “this is payback for earlier, isn’t it?”

he calmed himself down to a few chuckles, “i was just trying to break the ice. it’s not every day i get summoned to a cute little witch’s home”

you nearly forgot how much of a smooth talker demons were

blood rushed to your cheeks at his words

definitely not because he called you cute

(it definitely is)

“but i’m telling the truth when i say i can’t exactly go back. that’s not how this spell works. i’m already bounded to you by blood”

you wondered what he meant by ‘not how the spell works’

“the spell book doesn’t say anything about it either,” you sighed. “i guess that means you’re stuck with me for the time being- hey! be careful with that!”

you snatched a bottle of naga venom from bufan who already was snooping around at all of the magical ingredients and things around him

“you’re awfully calm. aren't you afraid i'll take your soul or something?" he says

"bold of you to assume I have a soul"

you were joking of course and he, being a demon, could sense that you indeed did have a soul and grinned at you

“just... try and behave yourself, ok?”

“i’ll be on my best behavior”

bufan was not on his best behavior

you should have known never to trust a demon smh

having bufan around was like taking care of three year old child

he’s constantly asking you questions every time you’re trying to make potions and just genuinely trying to annoy you

“(y/n), what’s that?”

“dragon’s breath”

“and that?”

“alicorn tears”

“this empty jar says teeth. who’s teeth?”

“it’s about to be yours in a second after i punch you in the jaw if you don’t stfu”

“are all you humans so snippy?”

“oh my god”

“more like oh my lucifer amirite”

you were a unicorn’s hair away from hexing him jfc

for someone so big, he was also extremely sneaky and sly

he’s always trying to play pranks on you and using his powers to his advantage

such as using his invisibility to randomly pop in front of you or poke your sides or face when you were doing something

or hiding your phone and other necessities all over the house and sending you on an entire scavenger hunt

despite his childish tendencies, bufan was also quite reliable 

for some reason, he grew to be protective of you although he knew you could protect yourself with your own powers

whenever you traveled home alone at night, he insisted on flying you home on his broad back

which you secretly loved bc flying with bufan was always fun since he would always make it feel like a roller coaster ride by flying in loops and various speeds

there were times where bufan even acted like a mother figure which was both intriguing and terrifying

“(y/n), did you eat yet?”

“no i don’t have any time to-”

*proceeds to make eight different types of meals for you*

in addition, he always had liver medicine on hand and you have no idea how or why???

whenever you were having a bad day, he never hesitated to listen to your problems even if they didn’t apply to him as a demon

over the next few months of bufan living with you, your once quiet and uneventful home was now constantly filled with laughter, annoyed yells, and bustle. you found yourself noticeably happier

but a part of you always wondered if your happiness was only one sided

“bufan,” you called out to him one day while fiddling with your wand

he made a grunting sound from the couch that was situated a few feet from you, indicating that he heard you and was listening

“do you regret being summoned by me?” you nervously asked

no answer

feeling your heart drop when he failed to respond, you assumed the worse and laughed quietly to hide the sadness in your heart

“it’s okay if you do. i wont hold it against you,” you nodded timidly

hearing his footsteps approach you, you faintly remember hearing your wand drop onto the floor before he pulled you close to him

you’ve never felt so tiny oml

“what makes you think i regret being here?” he questioned, clearly confused as to why you were suddenly bringing this up

you shrugged, “i don’t know... i mean, you were kind of forced to. do you miss being on your own?”

“do you?”

it took you a moment to quietly reply, “i’ve gotten used to feeling alone, so if you wanted to leave, i would let you”

bufan could hear the loneliness that lingered at the edge of your words. little did you know, he already knew how much you meant to him from the very first day he met you. there was no way it was an accident. he pulled you tighter to him before kissing the top of your head

“silly little witch. who says i’m going anywhere?”

you tilted your head up at him in surprise, “you’re saying that if you had the chance to leave, you wouldn’t take it?”

“you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to”

and you swear that that was the moment you knew you had fallen for a demon

maybe performing that spell wasn’t a mistake after all

perhaps the universe knew that bufan was meant to be your loved one

because there was no better feeling than always coming home to a certain demon of yours

[derpyflowergarden]

The Jealousy Game Chapter 6

Crossposted on AO3

Wrote this chapter for a class assignment, which is why it’s slightly longer and in a different type of format. Hope you guys like it!

(CUT FOR LENGTH)

After a week of awkward lunches, discussions, and attempts to show off (mostly at Junko’s commands), Saturday rolls around. Mukuro sits through another makeover session from Junko, who’s reminding her of how to act, what to do, and how to compose herself before Ishimaru comes to picks her up. They had agreed to go to the park today, forcing both of them to be more exposed and out of their element. As they are walking, Mukuro’s hand accidentally brushes Ishimaru’s, and she sees him visibly flinch, and he mutters an apology. She doesn’t say anything, but she remembers Junko’s words in her mind.

“Be assertive! If you don’t take action, then you’re not gonna get anywhere!” Her sister had said, pointing one of her manicured fingers towards her temple, her voice giving an authoritative tone. Keeping this in mind, she peers down, and when she has a proper opportunity, she takes a gentle hold of Ishimaru’s hand. He jolts, eyes widening. Mukuro looks over at him in concern.

“Are you okay?” She doesn’t release his hand, and Ishimaru looks over at her in surprise. He looks uncomfortable, and her hand begins to drop before he grabs it again, in a firmer grip.

“I-I’m fine! I…just was not expecting it, that’s all.” He says, and he lets out a loud, nervous chuckle. “B-besides! This is what normal couples do, right?” He asks, more to himself than her. Mukuro nods either way, and they continue walking. Mukuro can feel the weird atmosphere lift as they continue, and they are able to have an idle conversation as they make they continue their journey to the park.

Upon their arrival, the pair find it’s fairly crowded, and their grip on their hands instinctively tighten as so not to lose the other. They both look over at each other, confused. Ishimaru lets out a laugh, and Mukuro smiles. The hand holding suddenly feels a lot more comforting, and they continue onwards, making their way through the crowd.

“This is really nice.” Ishimaru tells her, and Mukuro nods. “I was worried it was going to be overly crowded, since it is a weekend, but this is not so bad.”

“I agree. The weather is perfect too.” Mukuro adds, and Ishimaru hums in agreement, before they fall into silence once more. Mukuro chews on her bottom lip. This is what she had been warned about.

“Don’t let it fall into a weird silence! You won’t be able to keep him entertained!”

Mukuro tries to think of a conversation starter, something that wasn’t boring or repetitive. ‘What would Junko talk about? What would she do?’ She thinks, and she turns towards Ishimaru just as someone bumps into him.

“Watch where you’re going, ya nerd!” The stranger says. He’s got straightened hair, and his shirt opened up to show off his undershirt, and the girl next to him glares. Before Ishimaru can say anything, Mukuro steps up.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going you wannabe?” She says, and her eyes widen as she realizes she had still been thinking like Junko.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” The boy says, and the girl clings to his arm, glaring at her coldly. He takes a step towards her, and before she can retaliate, Ishimaru steps in front of her.

“Back off, jerkwad. You aren’t going to hurt my girl any time soon!” Is what comes out of Ishimaru’s mouth, and Mukuro gives him a curious glance. Ishimaru never spoke like that…

“Oh yeah? And just what are you going to do about it?” The boy gets in Ishimaru’s face, and Ishimaru’s glare just hardens.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, punk?” Ishimaru shoots back, and he goes to crack his knuckles. The guy sneers, before he shoves Ishimaru back a step.

“You think you’re hot shit? Well, let’s just see about that!” The boy winds his arm back, and Ishimaru takes a defensive stance, ready to block the hit, but Mukuro is faster. She grabs the boys fist, and twists his arm upside down, until his screams in pain.

“Like, if you think you’re gonna lay a hand on my man, you got another thing coming!” She says in a sassy tone, before she releases the boy. He quickly stumbles backwards, not having expected that, and his girlfriend quickly rushes over and coddles him with affection, before she turns her glare at Mukuro.

“How dare you? What kind of girl are you?” She says, and Mukuro visibly flinches. Oh no…she had reacted as a soldier, not as a girlfriend… now she’s done it. She’s ruined everything. She’s failed to be a proper girlfriend, she’ll never-

“The best kind of girl, that’s what!” Mukuro snaps out of her self loathing at Ishimaru’s exclamation. “She’s a kickbutt girl who doesn’t take any crap from anyone, and she knows how to properly defend herself, so she doesn’t have to cling to me like some….whimpering child!” He says, stammering at the end, and Mukuro feels happy, not expecting the praise. When the girl turns to say something, Ishimaru glares at her, and turns to face Mukuro.

“Come on babe, let’s leave these losers alone.” Ishimaru says, grabbing Mukuro’s hand and quickly pulling her away.

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“Oh my goodness I am so sorry Ikusaba! I didn’t mean to act like that!” Ishimaru says as soon as they are both sure the couple and anyone watching is very far away. He bows low, and Mukuro grabs his shoulders to pull him up.

“Ishimaru, it’s okay. It was my fault, I was the one who started that. I apologize.” She bows her head, and Ishimaru tilts his head.

“It’s alright, although I was surprised. You’re never usually so…vocally assertive?” He says, putting a fist to his chin in thought.

“I…wasn’t really trying to act like myself. I had been trying to think of something to talk about, and I had thought ‘what would Junko do in this situation?’ So I had been emulating her…” Mukuro says sheepishly, looking towards the ground, feeling really silly. She waits for Ishimaru to confirm that, but she looks up when he begins to laugh.

“We seem to have had a similar idea, Ikusaba.” Ishimaru says once his giggles have calmed down, and Mukuro raises an eyebrow. “I was trying to figure out a way to sound cool, and my first thought was ‘What would Mondo do in this situation’, since he’s the coolest person I know.” Once Ishimaru says that, everything makes sense, and Mukuro also begins to giggle.

“I think we both wound up acting like fools instead.” Ishimaru continues, and Mukuro nods in agreement.

“Perhaps we should just act like ourselves from here on out.” Mukuro says, and Ishimaru smiles at her, nodding firmly in agreement. It is then that she hears a melody in the distance that she recognizes, and she turns her head. “Do you want some ice cream?” She asks, pointing to where the sound is coming from.

“That sounds lovely, however, I’ll go get it for us. After making you rush away, it’s only fair you get to relax.” Ishimaru says, and Mukuro admits to herself that her legs feel sore, not used to running in heels.

“Sure, I’ll go sit on that bench.” She says, and Ishimaru quickly rushes in the direction of the melody as she takes a seat on the bench, letting her legs relax. She smiles as she watches Ishimaru speed walk off. He may be pretending to be her boyfriend, but he’s starting to become a really good friend in her eyes, and she decides that that is one silver lining to this entire situation.

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The ice cream truck is surrounded by young children all craving a cold treat in the heat. Kiyotaka stood back a ways, not wanting to get trampled on by the tiny jumping feet. He would be patient, wait until their parents took hold of them and they each got their ice cream before he went over. Even though Mukuro is waiting for him down the path, he isn’t going to risk letting their ice creams drop because one of the children had accidentally bumped into him. That would be a terrible thing to happen on a date!

As he waits, he looks around to admire the park’s scenery. How gently the trees sway from the slight breeze, the birds hopping around on the brown stone path, eagerly looking for some scraps people have dropped while walking through. The park isn’t extremely crowded today, and it’s tidier than usual. Most of the time he’d walk through it was somewhat littered with wrappers and junk. He’s happy it’s this easy going today; it helps ease his mind. He’s always terrible with largely crowded places. He’d get extremely anxious, and would usually have to excuse himself in order to feel the constricting feeling in his chest finally dissipate. As he continues to wait, he notices a couple that seemed to be looking for something, and when the boy turns around, Kiyotaka is able to recognize him easily.

“Hey, Ishimaru!” Makoto calls out to him, waving happily. Kiyotaka waves back and makes his way over to his classmates.

“Hello Naegi, hello Kirigiri. How are you two today?” Kiyotaka asks once he’s close enough. The girl nods at him in greeting, and continues her search.

“We’re doing alright, just looking for something Kyoko dropped.” Makoto replies, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I didn’t think I’d see you here, I thought you said you spend your Saturday’s studying at home?”

“I do! However I am currently on a date with Mukuro, and I was going to get some ice cream for the two of us.” Kiyotaka replies, puffing out his chest and grinning. Kyoko pauses from her search to look up at the two.

“…You’re on a date with Ikusaba?” The detective asks, and Kiyotaka nods affirmatively.

“Yes, she’s down that way waiting for me to bring her some ice cream.” He gestures towards the stone path that leads to the parks center, and Kyoko’s line of sight follows it, before she turns back and gives Kiyotaka an inquisitive glance. Kiyotaka tries to figure out what could have said to earn such a look, but doesn’t have a chance to inquire further as Naegi laughs and places his hand on Kiyotaka’s shoulder. The moral compass feels proud that he doesn’t flinch at the contact. He likes Naegi, always there for others, friendly. He can’t think of a single person in their class that doesn’t like the easy-going boy. Its people like Naegi who he aspires to be. He tries, oh he’s tried, but most people don’t seem to enjoy his company as much as they do Naegi’s.

“I’m glad that you’re going out more Ishimaru. You usually talk about how you’re cooped up in your house all weekend, so it’s great that you’re dating Ikusaba. It’ll be good for both of you really.” Kiyotaka looks down at his feet, unsure how to take the unexpected compliment that had been thrown his way. He shuffles his feet nervously, and tries to think of something to say.

“Oh, the ice cream truck isn’t crowded anymore. You said you were going to get ice cream right?” Makoto points out, and Kiyotaka snaps to attention before spinning around. Sure enough, the once surrounded ice cream truck is now open, and Kiyotaka begins to rush over.

“Yes, I must be going! Have a great day Naegi, Kirigiri!” Kiyotaka says as fast as he can as he makes his hasty retreat. He almost scrambles to the ice cream truck and orders two vanilla cones. His mind is racing, moving from happiness to guilt and back again. On the one hand, Kiyotaka is elated that he is making progress on socializing, but on the other hand, he feels guilty that he didn’t even say ‘thank you’ to Naegi for the compliment, and just fled from them all together. As he spots Ikusaba waiting for him where he left her, Kiyotaka realizes that while he has made some progress, he still has a long way to go before he can even consider himself a proper conversationalist.