#if they are wearing gloves their either a butler

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

summary: the plan was to spend a chill movie night at the castle but when was the last time anything went according to plan in the devildom?

pairing: dragon! barbatos x afab reader (gn/no pronouns used)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, dragon! barbatos, dom! barbs , aphrodisiac spit (idc if i made it up, deal with it), double penetration, two cocks, monster + tail fucking, breeding kink, oviposition, cream pie, pool sex, marking, a little bit of possessiveness (as a treat)

a/n: this is part of a low-key collab between @majoliish and me (aka we worked off the same setting and then branched off); i will update this with the link to his fic once he posts dia's part ♡

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The golden gates of the Demon Lord’s Castle swung open, revealing the grand hallway leading you inside. Awaiting you was, of course, none other than the royal butler, Barbatos. You couldn’t help the grin spreading on your lips as you skipped up the last steps to meet him, grateful for the warmth radiating against the frigid night air. 

“Good evening,” Barbatos greeted, slightly bowing, despite how often you told him not to. “It is most fortunate you could meet the Young Master and I for our Halloween movie night. As you are aware, the Young Master wished to spend the night before his grand birthday party learning more about human culture, so we appreciate you making the time for us.”

“No need to make it so formal, Barbatos, you know I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. You’re always terribly busy after all,” you laughed as he led you inside. The castle was lit entirely with candles tonight, making your shadows flicker as you walked.

“You are no better in that regard, always trying to reign in those brothers. It cannot be easy either.” When you entered what in other houses might be considered the living room, the smell of buttery popcorn, pumpkin spice and baked goods filled your senses.

“Wow, Barbs, speaking of busy, how many hours did you slave away in the kitchen for this?” You breathed in deeply, savouring the delicious aroma. “I can’t wait to ruin all your hard work by eating it. It smells divine.” 

“Oh please, this was nothing. There  would be no better compliment than enjoying yourself.” With practised ease, Barbatos helped you out of your coat, taking in the costume you were pulling at nervously with his malachite eyes studying you. “I must say, you look lovely tonight, as always. Though I’m afraid to say it is not fear my heart is shaking with.” 

“Thanks,” you stammered out, one hand bashfully rubbing your neck. 

You took this opportunity to take in Barbatos’s appearance as well. On first glance, his costume would pass for an ordinary demon form, however, his normally delicate looking horns had been replaced with ones growing backwards, branching out like sleek corals, and his ears had elongated into translucent fins. Different hues of blue and teal draped around him, the silky texture of his clothes shimmering with every motion and reminding you of the ocean.

Patches of scales were visible on his cheeks and collarbones, shimmering different shades of turquoise and aquamarine as he moved. As a nice surprise he had also removed the gloves he’d usually wear, showcasing claws that looked sharp and were probably sharper. Most intriguing of all, however, was the scaled tail swishing under layers of flowy, wave-like fabric. While it resembled his demon form in colour, the texture was completely different and it reached way further than normal.

“Wow, Barbatos, you look amazing,” you said, in awe at his graceful appearance. He was already a fascinating demon under normal circumstances but on this night it was hard to tear your eyes away from him. 

“Your high praise is ever so delightful, I shall remember it.” Again he bowed politely, the gesture smooth and elegant. “The Young Master and I have settled on the theme of dragons, though we both directed our focus on different kinds. As you can see, I have taken on the appearance of an aquatic dragon.”

Speaking of Diavolo, he met up with you shortly after, sporting a red and golden costume that played into his already dragon-like features and made him look even more impressive than usual. But in typical Diavolo fashion he was nothing but sweet as he greeted you, his joyful laughter bouncing off the wall as he gladly shared his excitement with you.

“Oh right, I almost forgot! I brought some snacks too!” You pulled various treats from your bag, some of them procured from the Human Realm with Solomon’s help but also a pack of chocolates Asmo had given you. “I know they don’t compare to Barbatos’s creations but I didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“No, this is great!” Diavolo grinned, inspecting the candies from your world. “The purpose of this get-together is to learn about your culture after all.”

“Indeed, these provide a most valuable insight.” Quickly transferring them into various bowls, Barbatos set them up on the table in front of the biggest TV you had ever seen, before turning back to the two of you. “Shall we begin our movie night then?”

“Well, that’s what we’re here for tight?” You laughed as you settled on the couch, Diavolo and Barbatos on each side of you. With a flick of his hand, Barbatos dimmed the flicker of the candles to a dim light, creating the kind of spooky atmosphere expected of a Halloween movie night.

It was nice to see some classic films from your world while trying everything laid out in front of you. Obviously Barbatos’s baking tasted even better than it smelled and you could have eaten every last piece of it, but the chocolates you brought were pretty decent as well, your companions agreeing.

All in all, it was just the kind of relaxing night you didn’t get often around here and which you desperately needed.

Half-way through your second film, you’d noticed Barbatos shift rather often, which was unusual for someone as composed as him, to say the least. He’d assured you everything was alright, that it was just the unfamiliar attire that took some getting used to. Still a little sceptical, you turned back to the movie and tried to trust his judgement.

The heat radiating from both sides was getting harder to justify by the two just being demons and your concerns were proven right when Barbatos, of all demons, excused himself and took an awful amount of time just to never come back.

You apologised to the prince as you got up to search for the butler yourself. Something was definitely wrong and if there was someone who was predestined to uncover it, it would be you. The only problem: the castle was huge and Barbatos was more skilled at appearing and disappearing wherever and whenever he liked.

The halls were eerily silent, making your steps echo loudly in your ears despite the plush carpets. Every few metres you looked over your shoulder when the flicker of your own shadow or the branches moving outside the window caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Whenever a particularly strong gust of wind howled and rattled the windows, your steps hastened just a little bit.

When you had already opened just about every door and checked every room you came across, you were about to give up. Clearly, Barbatos didn’t want to be found, so what were the chances that you could?

You pushed open the heavy door to the palace pools, inhaling the distinguishing smell associated with pools and feeling the humidity in the air. The moon was full and high in the sky as it shone its silver light through the round centre of the all-glass window front and the waves broke the light, reflecting a hypnotising pattern onto the walls.

It might have gone unnoticed under the moonlight but a splash in the water alerted you to the presence in the room. There, in the centre of the pool, teal hair floated through the water, the long flowy fabric of Barbatos’s costume moving around him like the iridescent tentacles of a jellyfish.

“Barbatos!” You exclaimed, already at the edge of the pool by the time his name fully left your lips. Of course, his attention was already on you; he never could have missed you entering the room. “There you are! I was so worried, you know. But it’s an odd time to take a dip… not that I’m judging you or anything.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” the demon chuckled, a low and melodic sound that had your heart melting. “Although I assure you I would not be here if it was not strictly necessary to my predicament.”

“Your predicament?” You questioned, squatting down to be closer to him. “What’s going on? Are you ill or something?”

“Your concern warms my heart, truly,” he smiled. From up close you could see the scales that looked so realistic glistening with the water drops that dripped from his hair. In the moonlight they looked like they were made of precious gemstones and you couldn’t help but think how good he looked like this. Extending a courteous hand to you, his stunning eyes found yours. “Why don’t you join me and I'll show you what I mean? I promise there’s nothing dangerous about it.”

Without hesitating you put your hand in his, fully trusting him. Then you realised how detailed his costume was. You hadn’t noticed earlier but the colour of his teal nails extended onto his fingers as well, right about to the second knuckle, contrasting the translucent webbing spanning between his fingers. 

Then he pulled you into the water and steadied you by the waist when you jumped because of the chill. You could feel his claws digging into your hips through the wet clothes sticking to your skin. But you hardly had time to think about it as you were already drifting through the water, securely held in Barbatos’s grip, who was cutting through the water as if it was nothing. Sure, he always looked effortless but it was as if he didn’t even need to move his legs.

That was when you felt it. Amongst the tingling sensation of his silky attire wafting around your legs, something strong and scaly brushed against your calf. You of course saw the tail earlier but it was just a costume, surely it shouldn’t be this functional… or this long.

“You seem rather speechless, what is the matter?” Spinning you around as you came to a stop, his chest pressed against your back, your hand still in his grasp. His voice was low as his lips rested near your ear, the vibrations of his voice travelling down your spine. “Imagine my surprise when I found out I had turned into the very thing I was masquerading as this entire evening.”

“W-What?” You stuttered, trying to wrap your head around this new piece of information as Barbatos’s lips attached themselves to the skin behind your ear. “You turned into a dragon? How?”

“Because of you, my dear. Or rather, because of those chocolates you brought. An accident perhaps,” he muttered as his mouth travelled down the side of your neck and lavished the juncture where your neck met your shoulder with attention. “Or perhaps you knew full-well of the effects it had and it was a deliberate move on your part? No matter what is the case, are you ready to face the consequences of the situation you have put me in?”

“The consequences?” You airily asked, focusing on keeping your thoughts in line as Barbatos leaned over you and started trailing kisses all over your jaw. The hand that was on your waist all this time had moved to hold the other side of your face, angling your head the way he pleased. This dominant side of Barbatos made you thank the stars that your knees couldn’t buckle as you melted into his hold.

“Looking at you, I’m certain you are already aware,” the demon said, though he still pressed his hips into your backside for emphasis. The feeling of the big bulge straining against his clothes had you stifling a moan by biting your bottom lip. “If I may be so bold to read your reaction, you want this too, do you not? If not, you should voice it now as I can feel my self-restraint slipping.”

There was no denying it, you had been dreaming of having Barbatos like this since you had gotten to know him. Something about the butler had captivated you and your interest had only grown the more time you spent around him. And though you would never admit it, the image of his skilled fingers doing other things than preparing tea had filled your mind on more nights than one. Even if he wasn’t completely himself right now, you would not be idiotic enough to pass up this chance.

“Barbatos, please,” you all but whimpered, trying to grind your hips back against him in the water, your fingers grazing over the fin on his ear as you reached back for him. His groan sounded like music to your ears and you could feel the arousal starting to pool below your navel. 

“What are you pleading for, my dear?” Barbatos whispered, his lips almost brushing yours now as he pulled you even closer to him. “What are you thinking of? Tell me, so I can make it become reality.”

“Please touch me, Barbatos,” you begged, aware how needy you sounded when he hadn’t even done anything yet. “I need you to.”

“As you wish,” he approved before slotting his lips against yours. They were slippery from the water but still pillowy-soft and soon you were humming against them. As if to swallow your noises, Barbatos parted his mouth and you felt a split tongue flick against the seam of your lips.

You easily granted him access, allowing him to tangle his tongue with yours but you had underestimated his transformation, which granted him an inhumanly long appendage to map your mouth out with. Occasionally, your tongue would bump into the tip of one of his fangs and it sent a shiver down your spine. When you parted to allow oxygen back into your lungs, rather than water, it was your shared saliva coating his lips and connecting you both by a string.

“So soft and obedient…” Babatos groaned as he nipped at your shoulder, sharp fangs grazing the skin but not breaking it. Turning you to face him, he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved you through the pool again. “No wonder demons fall for humans’ temptations so easily. You make it incredibly difficult to control myself.”

Shortly thereafter, the edge of the pool dug into your back as your demon started working on freeing your body from your costume. Uncharacteristically enough, instead of meticulously peeling you out of it, the loud sound of ripped fabric could be heard over the rippling water. Whatever was left of your clothes was carelessly tossed somewhere onto the floor, Barbatos too busy licking and sucking all over your collarbones and chest to care.

As you were stripped bare piece by piece for his eyes to drink up, you rolled your head back when his tongue literally wrapped around one of your pebbled nipples, making you gasp. Threading your hand into his teal locks, you gave them a harsh tug when his mouth closed fully around your areola, no doubt leaving a red ring of imprints around it. To keep you steady as your back arched into his touch, you felt pinpricks of his claws digging into your hips, the pain making you moan out in lust. 

Seemingly drawn in by the noise and determined to coax more of them from you, Barbatos connected your lips again in an open mouthed kiss that felt filthier than the first one as he crowded you against the edge of the pool, pressing his hips into your swivelling ones. The more he kissed you the foggier your mind became, slick starting to ruin your underwear which was clinging to your folds. It also loosened your inhibitions, having you moan freely and making you beg without shame as long as he touched you.

“You are truly magnificent,” he whispered as if it was something only deemed fit for your ears to hear. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his wandering fingers, claws grazing your skin as light as feathers, the ghost of his touch spreading across your entire body. “The finest works of art do not compare to you. It’s my deepest pleasure to have you all to myself and leave my mark on your beauty.”

“More, please, more,” you whimpered and Barbatos would be a fool not to give you exactly what you wanted when you were giving yourself to him so freely.

“Such a good human, already begging me so sweetly,” he crooned against your temple, water droplets from his hair landing on your feverish skin. With a quick swipe of his claws, the restricting fabric of your bottoms and underwear fell away and you sighed at the cool sensation of the water enveloping your heat. “Anything for you.”

You felt weightless as Barbatos lifted you out of the water to settle you on the edge, then swam closer to take his rightful place between your legs. Even if you wanted to close them out of embarrassment, you couldn’t, not with his strong, webbed hands keeping you spread wide open for him as his nails dimpled the fat of your thighs. To steady yourself and avoid keeling over, your fingers found their way back into his hair, this time grabbing hold of the base of his horn.

The tips of his tongue flicked around the inside of your thighs, gradually wandering closer to where you wanted him most but in your opinion he was needlessly drawing it out. By now, your muscles were twitching in need at his sweet torture and your fingers tightened around his horn. In return, a sharp nip into the inside of your thigh jerked your hips and heat shot through your veins.

“Patience, my dear,” he reprimanded, eyes sharp as he looked up at you. You could see his tail flick behind him, the fin and tapered tip breaking the surface of the water every now and then. “I need to prepare you well for what’s to come or you’ll struggle to take all of me.”

In response, you clenched around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon in front of you. His eyes attentively tracked the way your slick gathered on his fingers as he carefully ran a digit through your slit, careful not to nick you with his claws. Your entire being seized up when he put pressure on your neglected clit which only started pulsing more intensely under his treatment.

The tongue you had grown to love slipped past his lips and lapped your arousal from his own digits making him sigh. “You already smelled delicious but you taste so much more exquisite. I have to get a proper taste if you offer something so sweet to me.”

Just from watching him, an embarrassing amount of slick had started to soil the tiles you were sitting on and you couldn’t remember ever being this worked up before. So it felt like heaven when Barbatos’s tongue finally came into contact with the sensitive skin around your core. For a moment you thought he’d tease you further but he decided to be merciful and drag the appendage through the length of your slit, the tip pressing down on your clit after the delightful reaction you had shown him earlier.

If you thought the butler was already skilled with his fingers you had severely underestimated his oral capabilities. When he’d drenched your core in his spit to his satisfaction, your folds even more susceptible to his every touch now, he wasted no more time diving into your heat.

“Barbatos!” Your gasp of his name echoed around the otherwise empty pool area and you gripped the tiled edge for dear life. The length of his flexible tongue allowed him to easily map out your body and find every last sensitive spot of your velvety walls. “So good! Don’t stop, please!”

Spurred on by your praise, one hand reached up to circle your clit, the movement fast and precise and you simultaneously pushed your hips forward and his head closer to you. Peering down through your lashes with half-lidded eyes, you saw that his striking eyes were already on your face and the sight of him between your legs, his clothing fanned out around him and his scales shimmering under the surface, was almost enough to push you over the edge.

By now, your entire being was so sensitive, the faintest of movements had you twitching and clamping down on his tongue. You didn’t know what was up with you and you didn’t think about it further, the only thought in your head being how much you wanted to cum. 

“You’re almost there aren’t you?” He gently coaxed and was satisfied by the melody of your broken moans mixed with syllables of his name dripping from your lips like the sweetest of nectars. Barely parting from you to speak, his hot breath fanned your lower lips as the pads of his fingers continued the assault on your clit. “Be a good human and show me how well you can cream all over my tongue. I know you want to, so go ahead and give me all of you.”

As if your body had only waited for his approval, you did as you were told and came with a high-pitched moan of his name. Without realising it, you were white-knuckling both the tiles and Barbatos’s hair as pleasure coursed through your veins and pulled you under the waves of ecstasy. Said demon didn’t seem to mind though, instead just diligently keeping up the sinful caress of his fingers until you were trembling in overstimulation like a leaf on a lake. 

When you pushed him away from you, his hands settled on the curve of your hips and gently lifted you back into the water with him, carrying your entire weight as you rested against his chest, relaxing into the hypnotic sensation of his hands wandering all over you and massaging your tired thighs.

“As much as I’d love to let you rest, I’m afraid we are far from done,” he whispered, lovingly kissing the crown of your head, actions betraying his words. The hands that had lovingly taken care of you, wandered to your butt and kneaded the flesh there, all the while grinding his hard erection against you. “This was just the beginning of the pleasure I can show you, after all.”

Finally discarding his clothing as well, he revealed his flawless skin which shined like silver in the moonlight. You slung your arms around his neck as Barbatos curled his heavy tail around your middle, keeping you flush against him so he could grind his hard cock against your soaked folds and coat himself in your release. And suddenly you understood why his bulge had felt so big against you earlier.

Instead of one, two heads kept bumping into your clit.

“Barbatos, I don’t think I can–”

Before you could finish your sentence, your doubts were silenced by his lips on yours and slowly the fear of pain was replaced by the anticipation of a delicious stretch and the feeling of being fuller than you’ve ever felt. 

“Don’t worry, my love,” Barbatos spoke through the mist clouding your brain as he hiked you higher on his waist and wrapped your legs around him, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure you’ll take all of me and that you’ll beg for it.”

You squeezed his hips between your thighs as you sighed into the crook of his neck. “Who knew that you had such a dirty mouth on you under that prim and proper façade?” 

“It is hardly a façade, merely the proper etiquette expected of me by my position.” The end of his sentence already trailed off into a groan as the mushroom head of his bottom cock breached the tight ring of muscles with ease, the stretch facilitated by how worked up you were. Though, the foreign oversensitivity you were experiencing on this night had you clenching hard around him and enveloping every prominent vein. “Under these circumstances, however, it is natural I’ve been released from my royal duties. So right now I’m just the demon Barbatos.”

“You’re always you to me,” you whimpered through the pressure building in your abdomen. “Never just a position, always yourself.”

“No, if I were myself around you,” he bottomed out slowly as you panted against his collarbones while trying to get used to his girth, “I would have given into my urges and made you mine already; would have had you writhing underneath me far earlier than it would be appropriate.”

At his confession, fiery passion blazed through your nerves as you remembered how often you had fantasised about him on quiet nights. To find out he felt the same way made you crave him more, your hand clawing at his shoulder as you did your best to swivel your hips even if all your muscles seemingly turned to jelly with him filling you so deliciously. 

“And I would have let you,” your own admittance was quiet against the heartbeat pulsing in your ears but Barbatos heard you clearly. The sound he let out was the most animalistic yet, barely human anymore and it shot straight between your legs. “Move and– And you can have me any way you want now…”

“All this time spent in the Devildom and you still don’t know when you’re getting yourself in trouble,” Barbatos’s jaw clenched as he slowly pulled out of you, making you feel every vein and ridge against your walls, until only his tip remained inside of you. Then, without warning, he thrust as deep as he could, pulling you back down simultaneously. “You need to watch what you’re saying to a demon such as myself.”

The slow pace he set at the beginning was quickly abandoned in favour of pounding into you, almost using you like a toy with how easily he moved you up and down on him to meet his thrusts. Nevertheless, he never lost his ability to hit your most pleasurable spots dead on, not that he could really miss them with his girth. 

Vaguely, you registered his tail winding around you but you didn’t realise his intentions until something scaly was catching some of your arousal before poking your other hole, making you gasp out his name. Then, his mouth was on yours again and it became harder to hold on to lucidity the more you swallowed around his tongue, your speech becoming even more incoherently slurred as pure lust swirled in your belly.

“It’ll be alright, you can take it. You just need to relax for me,” Barbatos whispered. At this point you didn’t think you had control over your body anymore, instead having your strings pulled by the demon whose arms you were held in. His tail wriggled in further and further, through the thrusts that hadn’t ceased alone, and the pressure against your walls from both sides wound the knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. “There we go, you’re taking it so well. Almost as if you were made for me.”

Somewhere in your mind, you agreed. With the way he was moulding your insides to the shape of his dick you were positive he was currently ruining you for any other man. As your head rolled to the side, you barred the expanse of your neck to him and Barbatos gladly took the invitation to leave more evidence of this night behind, every kiss and lick searing hot against your already feaverish skin.

Just when you thought the pleasure would finally drive you to insanity, Barbatos angled his hips in a particular way and struck gold by having his second dick apply pressure on your clit, immediately drowning you in another orgasm that left you gasping for air. The day after, there’d be vicious red marks decorating his back but neither of you cared right now as you spasmed in his arms, your muscles no longer listening to you. 

Vision hazy, you barely registered the texture of the tiles underneath your torso until your cheek squished against them. Your legs were still submerged as Barbatos repositioned himself behind you. Spreading your ass with his webbed hands, he watched as your glistening holes twitched against the newfound emptiness before he gave you what you were missing.

“I can’t believe you’re still so tight,” he groaned, cursing under his breath as he lined up both of his cocks and bottomed out until his balls slapped against your clit in one smooth trust. The upper one of his dicks wasn’t quite as girthy but still filled you up deliciously until you couldn’t anymore if the stars you were seeing were the real ones behind the window. 

“You look so beautiful, all splayed out for me. And I’m certain you’ll look even more enchanting carrying my clutch,” Barbatos panted, the strain from fucking your brain out finally getting to him as well. “Such a waste that they won’t take like this. You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? To carry my eggs around? Oh dear, I can feel you clamping down on me… We’ll leave that for next time, I suppose.”

Only half of what he was saying was registering in your mind but the low, rich timbre of his voice had your own moans rising in cadence and pitch, creating the most sinful symphony. The rhythm of his hips, however, started to falter as the pulsing of your warm walls coaxed him to the peak as well.

Your breasts rubbed against the cold tiles with every thrust, the difference in texture and temperature adding to the stimulation. Despite not being able to see it, you could hear the splash of his tail behind him followed by stray water drops landing on your back. Snaking his hand between your legs, you guessed he truly tried to drive you mad with pleasure as he leaned over you with stuttering hips.

“Barbatos–,” you downright sobbed in warning, “I’m so close.”

“I’m almost there too, just keep sucking me in like this… That’s a good darling,” he groaned out before his fangs sunk into your shoulder.

If you thought you felt full before, you weren’t prepared for the sensation of the first egg being pushed inside of you. You could feel the bottom shaft swell with the oval shape as your muscles stretched further to accommodate for the size. It reminded you of the first time his tip had spread you open, only ten times as intense.

Just when the first one slipped through your tight opening, you came. Hard. And it wouldn’t stop, prolonged by several more of his eggs nestling inside of you. At the same time, your other hole was stuffed to the brim with hot strings of white, leaving you to feel completely stuffed. 

By the time Barbatos pulled out of you, you were still left gasping for air, dripping cum and slick and trembling against the edge of the pool. After admiring the sight in front of him for a little longer, he gently pulled you back against him, letting himself drift backwards in the water. With your back resting against his chest, it was easy for Barbatos to knead the knots out of your sore thighs, hands wandering to stroke over your belly every now and then. Lovingly, he kissed the top of your head as you clung to lucidity, his tail curling around the length of one of your legs. 

“You did so well for me,” he reassured you, stroking along your arms. “And do not fret about the eggs. Since they won’t take like this, they’ll just come back out. Of course, I’ll be there to help you through it. Though I was quite right, you look positively enthralling carrying my clutch.”

“Well, getting to this point felt amazing as well, though I doubt I’ll be moving a single muscle tomorrow,” you admitted, making a chuckle rumble in his chest. Sighing as you shifted in his hold you added, “Guess I’m not so upset I accidentally fed you some magic chocolate if it gave you two dicks. I’ll still get Asmo for it though.”

“Please do.” You could hear the smile in his voice as his fingers traced your body. “Though I must correct you: It was not the transformation that gave me this anatomy.”

“Wait, you always–”, you gulped.

“Naturally. However else could I have promised you to breed you properly in the future?” The teasing tone hiding behind his polite demeanour and closed-eyed- smile did not go unnoticed by you. “That is, of course, if you are willing to help me understand the human body even better.”

“I- I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you answered bashfully.

“Splendid. Now then, given the nature of the candies I suppose the effect should wear off when Halloween night ends,” Barbatos cleared your next question before you even posed it. “Judging by how high the moon still stands, it appears we still have plenty of time.

“Perhaps we should test your stamina next while we see how many clutches you can carry?”

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No Rest for the Wicked, Pt. 2

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CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Smut scene: hate/angry sex, followed by an emotionally tumultuous moment. PIV, explicit mentions of m and f genitalia.

Themes: Romance. Adventure. Engagement. DiavoloxMC. BarbatosxMC. LuciferxMC

Characters: MC. Diavolo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

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The next morning, at least you thought it was, you woke up– well, you tried to. Immediately, you groaned and rolled around, finding your bed to be empty. You grabbed your D.D.D. to check the time, hissing at the offensive brightness, only to find it was well into the afternoon.

Slowly, you got dressed, nearly crying when you brushed your hair as your head pounded. When you looked in the mirror, you realized your outfit was mismatched, and you sighed and found a different set to wear. Finally looking better than you felt, you stumbled on downstairs. You could hear Lucifer and Diavolo in the dining hall, so you skirted around to the kitchen to find something to soothe your warzone of a stomach and your pounding head.

"Might I suggest some soda and crackers, mistress?" Barbatos said, making you jump, which didn't help your head at all.

"Sure..." you grumbled.

Barbatos nodded and grabbed a few things for you, setting them on the counter in front of you.

"Care to share?" the butler asked, pouring the soda for you.

"I got drunk at Ristorante Six and here I am," you replied, bristled.

"I see. And that's not like you, so what's troubling you?"

You took the soda and took a sip, trying to savor the carbonation. With a sigh, you replied, "It just seems like every few months, something terrible happens, and I cause a whole bunch of trouble for people, and the wedding dates are coming, and I really want those days to go perfect-"

Barbatos held up a hand. You were talking in run-ons and becoming frantic. Taking a deep breath, you continued, "I just want everything to go well. I don't want to screw this up," you finished.

"I understand, mistress, but you're placing undue stress onto yourself, surely you don't need to do that either," Barbatos replied.

You munched on a cracker and nodded in agreement.

"Moreover, you have the young master, Lucifer, and me, right here," he added.

You were silent for a moment, considering his words. Then, you threw your arms around his neck and sighed. "Thank you."

He reciprocated and held you tight against himself. "Of course." You two remained like that for several moments, soaking each other in.

"Ah," you said, pulling away. "I don't know if you picked up on my hint, but I remember what we talked about when I lost my memory. I just want you to know, I've always thought of you as more than a friend, but there was a wall up between us for a while, so I never pursued it until recently. I trust you," you said, taking his gloved hand and holding it against your cheek. "I love you dearly, Barbatos, and you can ask whatever you'd like of me."

Barbatos' eyes widened at your sudden confession. Feeling a touch brave, he gently leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You smiled up at him, making his heart pound in his chest. He savored the smell of your skin and shampoo infiltrating his nose, creating a symphony of beauty to his olfactory senses.

"This is enough for me, mistress," he murmured.

"Very well, as you say," you replied, using his words.

In better spirits, you took your soda and crackers to enter the dining hall, where Lucifer and Diavolo were talking up until you appeared in the entryway.

"Well, there she is, our little drunk sleeping beauty," Lucifer said maliciously. You set your things down at the table and blue vapors appeared behind you.

"Try again," you hissed.

"You don't scare me," Lucifer said in an unamused tone, picking up the newspaper and rifling through it. Diavolo stared between you two.

"Well, she scares me, so please don't aggravate her, Lucifer," Diavolo muttered.

You smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead as you walked by to get some tea. Lucifer "tched" you as you smirked at him, giving him nary even a touch as you walked by him.

Sitting down at your spot, you began to drink your tea and Diavolo spoke up again.

"Your photos came back today; would you like to see them?" he asked excitedly.

"Mm, I'd like that," you replied.

"Careful, she'll just get a big head over it again," Lucifer piped up while reading.

For some reason, your switch flipped, and you knocked your fist into the table.

"I'm not terribly fond of your attitude today," you ground out between your teeth.

"And I'm not terribly fond of you drinking yourself under the table that we have to carry you out of a restaurant full of people, your royal highness," Lucifer quipped, finally looking up at you.

Diavolo simply watched between you two, keeping his comments to himself.

Your cheeks burned but your lips tightened as if there was a zipper on them. You abruptly stood from your chair, grabbing your soda, and stomped off.

"Good job," Diavolo groaned in dismay. He rubbed his face in his hands, knowing he was just as much in the proverbial doghouse.

"I meant what I said," Lucifer replied in a monotone.

"Right, and because of that, I'll let you fix that mess yourself. Good luck," Diavolo replied tartly, leaving to go to his office.

Once alone, Lucifer set the newspaper down on the table and sighed. He knew he shouldn't have said what he said, and he wasn't being terribly kind to you, even after what Diavolo told him about you wanting to make him proud, and that you wanted to sleep next to him from the previous night.

Feeling guilty, he walked around the castle looking for you, and strangely, you weren't in your suite, which made him slightly nervous, given everything that's happened with repeated disappearances and a possibly ultra-powerful demoness that roamed the Devildom. Following your scent, he found himself outside one of the guest bedrooms, one that he had stayed in many times since being in the Devildom.

He opened the door, seeing you curled up on the bed in the middle of the room.

You looked over at him, and though you wanted to say some rather venomous things, the zipper stayed closed on your mouth. Instead, you focused your sight back on the window you looked out of.

"Darling," Lucifer said, sitting on the edge of the bed at your feet. You remained quiet. "I suppose I'm not being very fair to you," he admitted.

You shot upward and glared at Lucifer, finally snapping. "How is it any different than the nights you'd go out drinking with Diavolo or anyone else and you'd come home plastered?"

He inched closer and his gaze hardened, "Usually I'm not in the middle of a high-profile area where I just had a televised interview and everyone has their eyes on me," he replied harshly.

This time you brought your face closer and bared your fangs, "Just say what you actually mean, Lucifer," you growled.

"I mean you're being sloppy and need to keep your public image in check, for everyone's sake," he growled back.

You lunged forward, almost nose to nose with him, and spoke in a seething whisper, "I am the damned Avatar of Vainglory, and my image is everything to me, you don't think I know how to handle myself all of a sudden?"

"I know you can't, given last night," he retorted.

Your eyes started to shine, and the horns adorning your head materialized, "You ever think the amount of pressure you put on me is part of the reason why I struggle so much?"

"You put that pressure on yourself," he stated. Lucifer's patience was starting to wear thin.

The words flew out of your mouth with spite, "You're the one who started all of this with your snide comments! Go fuck yourself." You jumped out of the bed and began to storm away when he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you into the nearest wall, your back making a rather loud thud as you slammed into it.

You stared up at Lucifer, furious and ready to throw down. "Where do you get the gall-"

But he interrupted you with a sloppy kiss, pressing his whole body into yours. You turned your head away to break the kiss and looked back at him with a wrathful gaze, jaw locked tight.

Lucifer stared back at you, clearly frustrated and thinking about his next move or choice of words. The longer you looked at him, the more you felt a heat circulating down below, and your body started making decisions for you. Your hands dove up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks, while his hands took hold of your waist, holding you in place.

Still feeling angry, you brought your hands back down to his chest and pushed hard, actually using your strength against him. He stepped back a couple feet, but then you tackled him to the ground, both of you trying to devour each other on the way down with angry, heated kisses.

Both of you tore into each other's clothes as quickly as possible, bypassing getting your tops completely off in favor of working off your bottoms. Lucifer rolled you onto your back and slotted himself between your legs, rubbing his hardened cock against your slit to cover it in your slick that was building up. You snatched the back of his neck in your hand and yanked him into another kiss.

Each of you grabbed and groped each other with mean hands, your nails digging into his back as he plunged his cock into your core. He gave a few rough thrusts into you, to which you both growled and grunted at your pleasure, before he started railing into you as hard as he could. The goal wasn't to be fast, but to fuck out your mutual frustrations. His hips smacked yours hard with each downward stroke, and when you looked up, you saw him in his demon form as well, so you gripped his horns, causing him to fuck you that much harder.

Sitting himself up on one elbow, he brought his other arm down to rub your clit with his slender fingers, causing your grunts to become wails. All too quickly, your orgasm dropped on you like a hammer, your eyes flying open to watch the very demon making you feel so good as you came apart on his dick. Your mouth drew to an "o" shape, and your thighs shook as the electric volts of pleasure took over. But it was also in this moment, your emotions were heightened, and your eyes flooded with tears, your face flushed.

Lucifer noticed this, but you continued to moan and cry out your orgasm, and you never stopped him, so he took that as his cue to continue. Breaking away from rubbing your clit, he leaned back to bring your legs to his shoulders to deepen his penetration. Your face contorted to something of unfathomable pleasure, and your tears finally began to roll down your cheeks.

Your hands reached up to his face with your fingers gently raking through his messy locks. His eyes widened, because for a moment, to see you become so gentle and emotional reminded him of your humanity. Leaving his hair, your hands dropped down to his shoulders, gripping onto to him tenderly. He kept his pace, but he started to lose his rhythm, so he leaned down close to you, his forehead touching yours.

"Cum with me, dove, let's finish together," he whispered. You nodded, and both of you collided into a kiss at the same time, much more sweetly now.

"Ahh ah, Luci-" you whimpered quietly, your voice going hoarse.

"MC," he called back to you, tensing up as he approached his high. Your body shuddered involuntarily, and deep within your core the explosions of your climax flashed out. He felt the warmth of your cum cover his cock, causing him to slow to a stop as he released his cum into you.

"I'm sorry," you cried, burying your face into his neck with hot tears streaming down. "You're right, I am a beast with a horrible attitude-"

"Shh, darling," he said, wrapping his arms underneath you. "I shouldn't have ever said that." He then pulled you up, his cock still sheathed inside of you, and he sat up to his knees. You remained wrapped around him, koala style. "I love you my sweet, sweet dove."

"Why? I clearly can't handle this or anything else-"

"Please stop," he murmured. He cradled your jaw in his palm and pulled your face to his, kissing you softly. "You can do this; I will make sure of it. I won't let you falter. You can rely on me to help you at a moment's notice. I'll always come to your side should you need me. Do you understand?"

You sniffed but ultimately nodded. "Yes," you whispered. His hands went to your rear to support you as he stood to his feet, walking you both over to the bed. He sat on the edge and just held you as you clung to him, stroking small circles onto your back.

"I don't want you to ever think I don't want or love you," he said into your ear. Though you couldn't see it, he was gazing ahead, looking out the window in the bedroom. "We've been through far too much together for you to think those things."

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[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Welcome to more Headcanons where I discuss clothing. Because it is fun for me. Today we will talk about Jade Leech and how in my mind he dresses like a serial killer; specifically Patrick Bateman. Just kidding. I will talk about that sort of fashion later. When I make these posts I plan to update them with another version of the character dressing in another way. But, let’s keep it short.

Subtle Punk/Grunge

Firstly, Jade has been confirmed in many ways to be more muscle than Floyd. So I like to personally picture him in tight fitting tops. His own mental mind game of showing you; “If I wanted to hurt you I would.” But of course image is everything.

I am desperately clinging to the Punk Jade we could have had in canon with piercings and body modifications but also… Going to a prestigious academy… Jade cares a lot about how he is seen by others on campus. The butler trope fits him very well, but what about off campus? I think he does wear subtle punk fashion when he’s out alone on the island. He loves the belts and black boots and how to layer shirts. All while asking some frightened looking cashier about what kind of mushroom spores they sell.

The reasons for the heavier fashion; A) I personally like it. And it’s okay to disagree with me. B) Jade is a merman, and in my mind their ability to regulate temperature isn’t the same as someone on land. So I would like to think that Jade has issues with cold weather. Please see his club wear card.

I get that camping can be something you need to layer for, but a coat, and a sweatshirt, and a turtleneck, and a wool(?) hat with gloves? He either has horrible circulation or mermen just have issues with cold weather. I think it’s the ladder. Jade also looks good in boots. Being in the Mountain Lovers Club, and even during the Camp event he looks good in boots. Combat boots and kicker boots are also something you usually will see with punk and more ‘aggressive’ forms of alternative fashion. He’s so used to wearing boots when he goes hiking that it feels more natural to wear something like that even on weekends when he’s out and about. Also, the heaviness is like extra weight so he can strengthen his legs. At least that’s what I think. He doesn’t seem like a jeans man but there’s also a lot of things Jade hides about himself. Now for a quick outfit!

Thrifted x DIY

I think he usually will wear things like this as it gets darker and he hangs out at underground music clubs where it’s mostly rock and alternative music playing. Now, Jade comes from money. Which can make him seem like a ‘poser’ because he is a nepo baby. But Jade also loves doing something and getting results. Like taking care of terrariums and discovering things in the mountains. I don’t think when he dresses like this he focuses on the best brand clothing wise. I think he wants to not stand out so I think he would go for darker colors while still having personality with his outfit. So I also gave him those nasty ass crust-punk jeans because I think he would have a pair he made himself and they probably smell like Fritos. He washes them… Sometimes.

Accessories… I can imagine Jade wearing small ones or thin leather bracelets with beads. But also at a music club, he probably would take time to make kandi to trade with some local emos. Rings would look nice on him. Especially big metal ones with chunky charms so if he gets into a fight, it’s like pseudo brass knuckles. He keeps it classy and clean while still upkeeping how he looks and is perceived. He wants to go all out. Shaved sides of his head and all. But he also fears… Something. I think he has to be seen a certain way for family reasons but also because of how he is seen at school. I think Jade… Lacks confidence to be himself. Even if he says he’s happy being a little weird and having such a pristine self image… Is he really? … It’s all my Headcanons and you don’t have to agree with me. But this is what I think.

[sakurapika]

What are your all-time favorite outfits from Twisted Wonderland?

Hello @letterstoear, thank you for ask! I've had a lot of fun making this post, and I'm so sorry that it took forever to answer!

Every time I was certain I had my list narrowed down, I remembered another outfit I really liked. (Also, I'm a little bit biased, as you will see...haha). This time, I focused on event outfits to make it easier for myself. Maybe in the future I'll post my "reviews" on dorm uniforms or Halloween costumes.

I am always blown away by the the little details that Yana Toboso and the rest of the design team have added to each of characters' outfits, because they give some interesting insight to their personalities and backgrounds.

Without further ado, let's discuss some outfits! (Please note that there are spoilers for upcoming events from the JP server, as well as some groovy arts!)

My Favorite Twisted Wonderland Outfits

10. Floyd's Outdoor Wear (Vargas Camp)

Most of the outfits on my list are on the extravagant side. I recently bought a volume of Black Butler, where there was a note about how Yana Toboso loves to draw clothing, and it truly shows.

But in contrast to seeing our beloved characters in over-the-top costumes, it's refreshing to see them wearing casual outfits once in a while as well and see their individual, everyday styles.

I'll admit that I haven't played any of the Vargas Camp events, and have a grand total of zero (0) cards from this series. I'm not sure why; I always miss the event's runtime for some reason.

Still, I've always loved Floyd's little sling bag with the eel keychain, as well as the teal visor. The bright colors stand out and are appealing.

The whole outfit looks like something you could get from a store like Uniqlo, and sometimes it is nice to have that sort of realism in a magical game. He looks like an ordinary teenager I could find on the street. Except...if I did find Floyd on the street, I'd be running in the other direction. But that's not the main idea here.

9. Azul's Glorious Masquerade Outfit

At first, I sort of forgot that this SSR existed. When the PV for Glorious Masquerade came out, I was more focused on Malleus.

However, eventually, many people began to cosplay as GloMas Azul, and they all looked so amazing. I began to appreciate the outfit more after seeing people pose and dance in it. Azul also tends to have some of the best fanart, and fans have spared no expense when drawing him wearing this.

My favorite part of the outfit is his coat. I like the silhouette it creates with a high-waist belt, and the long coattails that resemble tentacles. The ruffles on his trousers are cute, too. I would buy a pair if I could. Unfortunately, it's hard to see these details on his in-game sprite.

As for his accessories, the pearls are so dramatic (and so very Azul). His round glasses are also cute, I hope he wears them again!

8. Idia's Suitor Suit

One look at Idia's Ghost Marriage outfit, and you can really tell that it was designed by Yana Toboso. His gloves, coat, and cravat make him look like he's in the Victorian Era. Also, doesn't he look sort of like Grelle from Black Butler?

Speaking of Grelle, Idia's outfit is meant to look more like funeral attire, between the long, black coat and the lilies pinned to his shoulder. There are also skulls hidden throughout his outfit, such as on his jacket chain and cufflinks. I was still new to TWST at the time, so I just thought that Idia liked gothic clothing. I didn't realize he was (at least in his mind) attending his own funeral!

Let's not forget his new hairstyle! This is one of Idia's first SSRs if I remember correctly, so it was exciting to see him with a ponytail.

My love for this outfit also comes from my love for the story associated with it. Fans have pointed out that Idia's "arranged marriage" with Eliza parallels the myth of Hades and Persephone. The design team and Yana were so clever for this.

I don't have this card, either, but I hope to pick him up one day!

7. Ortho's Fairy Gear

The Shroud brothers are luckyーthey are probably two of the characters with the most SSRs in the game.

That being said, we all have to agree that Ortho's fairy gear is one of the most unique and avant-garde cards in the game.

I really enjoy the white and gold color scheme in this event. His color-changing wings are stunning, and the piece covering his eyes makes him look very mysterious.

I thought this card was cool when I first saw it, but then I learned that Ortho's outfit and hair can turn pink, which is even better.

Every time I see his "pointe shoes," it makes me imagine Ortho and Idia trying to learn how to dance together in Idia's room, and Idia obsessively studying ballet costumes for his younger brother.

Yet again, I don't have this card, but my best friend does! At least I can admire him from her phone...

6. Silver's Rabbit Wear

There is no way that this outfit is just an R card! When this card was first advertised in one of the JR rail train stations, the pictures showed this card with Deuce's hometown in the background instead of the standard Diasomnia R background, so I thought that this card would at least be an SR. (Although I can't complain so much, because that means it's free!)

Silver is so princely. I am convinced that he can look good in anything. I am fond of pastel colors, and the pink/blue color scheme suits him, as the TWST version of Aurora. The bows may be silly, but I find them adorable.

Compared to the other boys in this event, Silver's outfit looks a little more like a soldier's (albeit a toy soldier's or a nutcracker's), which is a cool touch.

5. Deuce's Rabbit Wear

Deuce's hometown event was truly one of my favorite events that came out in the JP sever last year. Not only were some of my most favorite characters there, but they were dressed up in the most whimsical outfits possible. (And we got to meet Deuce's motherーshe's the coolest!)

Since Deuce is the main character of this event, his outfit bears the most resemblance to the white rabbit's in most classic illustrations, complete with a bow tie, top hat, and, of course, his pocket watch. His outfit has a blue color scheme. Like Azul in GloMas, Deuce also wears round glasses in his groovy art. Overall, it looks like the sweet ouji style, although I'm not very familiar with this sub-fashion. If anyone who is reading this has studied/worn this style of fashion, please let me know!

I used to play Love Nikki and Shining Nikki (two fashion-themed gacha games), which also featured lolita dresses inspired by Alice in Wonderland characters. For this reason, Deuce's outfit in particular feels very nostalgic to me.

4. Lilia's Right General Armor

Here's another departure from the cute pastel outfits...

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite Disney movies as a child. I always remembered Maleficent's "goons" as short, silly little creatures wearing simple green tunics.

So how on earth did we get to Right General Lilia Vanrouge?!

Seriously, I'm just stunned by how the artists looked at the source material and created something so radically, yet wonderfully, different.

I'm curious about the green stones (jades?) on his outfit--around his waist, there are several pieces attached to tassels, and he has two strapped to his right leg. The material matches the stone used for his weapon. Maybe it represents his status in Briar Valley. If you check his (unposed) sprite, you can also see that he is wearing something around his waist that looks like folded bat wings.

Like everyone else, I'm obsessed with his long hairーit makes him look so formidable, especially with that hood. My friends and I like to joke that his ponytail makes him look like a character in a Chinese martial arts drama.

Again, the story associated with this card made me love it even more. Few books have made me cry as much as Book 7 of TWST.

3. Malleus' Glorious Masquerade Outfit

While Sleeping Beauty was my favorite movie as a young child, when I got older, I began to love The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It was only natural for this outfit to be among my favorites for this reason.

There are so many details here. The feathered hat. The sheer sleeves. The golden embroidery. The split cape. It's honestly overwhelming to take in at once.

I can say that my favorite detail is his green earrings. They really bring out his eye color, and the PV made them so sparkly.

In addition, everyone I've ever seen who has cosplayed as GloMas Malleus or has drawn fanart of him has increased my appreciation of this outfit.

[Now for some very spoiler-y stuff] The fact that this event came just before the release of Chapter 7 is worth noting. Doesn't it feel a bit tragic that just before Malleus' overblot, we have a chance to see him wearing an outfit that makes him look especially like his mother, having fun and being the star at the masquerade? And what about the feathers on his shouldersーdo they hint at another side of his family? There's so much foreshadowing and mystery going on, and nothing is more suitable for the occasion than masquerade attire.

2. Kalim's New Year Attire

I've already rambled about how sentimental this outfit is to me in a previous post, but in summary: New Year is my favorite holiday, and the New Year's Sale event was the first event I "seriously" participated in. Kalim looks excessively cute and festive in his kimono, and every time I see this card, I feel nostalgic and in the holiday mood.

1. (Tied) Epel's Applepom Outfit and Riddle's Beach Outfit

I'm really sorry, Epel and Riddle are my favorite characters, and in the end, I refuse to chose between them. They're like my younger brothers! I try to collect all of their cards, so I pay attention to their outfits the most, and picking only one outfit for each character was a challenge in itself.

My favorite part of Epel's Applepom outfit is his cloak. It looks so fluffy and warm. When you set him as your home screen character, you also have the option to "swap looks" and see his outfit without the cloak--the apple embroidery on the rest of his outfit is very detailed. Many fans have mentioned that the outfits people wear in Harveston resemble traditional Scandinavian clothing, which is really cool!

The little apple slices on his cap are everything.

And I'm always happy to see characters in different hairstyles, such as Epel's little ponytail.

One of my headcanons is that you're allowed to call Epel cute, but only when he wears this specific outfit, because he takes it as a complement to his culture.

As for Riddle, we're all so used to seeing him wearing formal suits. It's so nice to see him loosening up for once. He looks so happy, now that he has the chance to see the ocean for the first time!

I also happened to be on vacation at the beach around the time this event came out, so it felt like a gift.

I have to laugh a little, because there are so many flowers on his outfit. Even Jack pointed it out in the story. But he looks so cute!

I suppose we have to discuss the elephant in the room. My friend saw it before me, so she spammed me with messages along the lines of "RIDDLE IS WEARING A CROP TOP!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!" and I naturally thought she was pranking me. But lo and behold, it's the truth. I like to headcanon that among the rest of the cast in this event, everyone has made an unspoken mutual agreement not to mention it. This Victorian child has already been through enough, and not a word must reach Mrs. Rosehearts.

Thank you once again for the ask! For anyone who read all of this, what do you think about these outfits, and which ones in the game are your favorite?

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙰 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙶𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (Does this count as pet play???/penetration via fingers/use of ‘kitten’/‘sweetie’/‘sir’), both characters have the cat curse

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

If I had known playing kitty cards as a means of bonding with my long lost cousin would have one day lead to this, I would have kept my distance. Or at the very least, recommended another activity.

But, no. I just had to make the effort to swing by Linkon City’s Meow’s Café every weekend for a few rounds of kitty cards with Faye. And I just had to start dragging my boss along because of my own selfish desire to see the big bad leader of Onychinus surrounded by pastel colours and Evol cats.

Being cursed by the cats is humiliating enough. Being seen by my boss after being cursed by the cats is mortifying. Getting my boss cursed by the cats is a fantastic way to sign off on my own death certificate.

I clamp my teeth down on the inside of my cheek, trying to keep any and all forms of laughter threatening to spill out of my mouth at bay. “You know, Sir, you look quite dapper.”

“Quiet.” He hisses. The pointy feline ears sprouting from the top of his head are flattened, the long, thin tail behind him hanging low.

Even as a cat, he’s still annoyingly attractive. The butler style outfit he’s reluctantly agreed to wear to appease the café’s cats is of impeccable quality. A burgundy jacket with a black waistcoat over a white shirt, a silver tie around his neck with the end tucked neatly into his waistcoat. His pants match the waistcoat, the black loafers on his feet paired well and the white gloves on his hands really sold the butler look.

“This is so not fair.” I complain, looking from his outfit to mine. “You’re dressed like a model ready for a photoshoot, meanwhile I look like I just stepped out of a magazine hidden under some collage guy’s bed.”

The maid’s outfit the manager of the café dressed me in isn’t quite erotic, but it’s close enough. My uniform is the traditional black and white colour combination one would expect from a maid’s attire, the skirt stopping a little below the halfway point of my thighs, thank god. It’s the cat elements that make this feel kinky, like the black paw prints trialing up one side of the white apron and the white paw prints printed on the black knee high socks. Not to mention my own set of fluffy ears and tail resembling that of a tortoiseshell cat. There’s no forgetting the dainty black collar with a silver bell wrapped around my neck, either.

Usually, Sylus played into my remarks, but not this time. “Seems like an appropriate punishment. This situation is entirely your fault.”

“Excuse you, it’s Faye’s fault. I never would have known about this place if it wasn’t for her.” Maybe I can convince the cats to pass this curse from me to my cousin. “Anyway, let’s just play our parts and get this curse lifted as soon as possible. The last thing I need is for Luke and Kieran to come sniffing around and see me like this. They wouldn’t be allowed to live.”

Finally, one corner of his lips curls up. He still looks pissed, but at least he’s not completely pissed anymore. “That would be a shame. They are rather useful to me.”

The door to the staff lounge opens, and OTTO-Manager hovers inside. It’s an orb-shaped robot, a popular model all over Linkon. Its robotic voice could pass for either male or female.

“Good, you’ve changed. Please tend do your duties well.”

I turn to the robot and adjust a wrinkle in my apron. “As long as we make up for overworking the cats, they’ll release us from this curse, right?”

“That is correct.”

Sighing, I turn to Sylus and put on a determined face. “Sir, I know being grumpy and intimidating is your thing, but for the sake of getting this over with, will you please cooperate?”

Sylus hums and casually flips a coin to entertain himself. “Perhaps. I find those ears rather adorable on you, kitten.”

We’re never going to break this curse.

‘I hate this curse!’

I’m scrubbing the dirty food bowl with so much vigour, I could power the entire café for a full twenty-four hours. My fingers ache from my death grip on the sponge and bowl, but I’m fuming too much to ease up. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming out of my ears, both cat and human pairs.

All day, I’ve been slaving away cleaning bowls, changing litter boxes, sweeping and vacuuming hair. Meanwhile, Sylus got to groom, entertain, and tend to the adorable cats.

“What qualifications does that crow even have?” I mumble to myself, setting the clean bowl aside in exchange for another dirty one. “He’s probably bullying the poor things.”

“Do you really think so little of me?”

I yelp and drop the ceramic bowl. It hits the sink with a small bang but luckily, doesn’t shatter. Placing a hand over my heart to steady it, I let out a heavy exhale and look over my shoulder to glare at him. “Can you not sneak up on me, please and thank you?”

Sylus strides over to me, his tail swaying back and forth behind him with every stride. “Didn’t you hear me coming? Those ears of yours must just be for decoration.”

My cat ears flatten, proving him wrong, much to my dismay.

He smirks down at me. “The only kitten I get any joy out of bullying is you.”

With a massive roll of my eyes, I grab a stack of clean bowls and shove them into his arms. “If you’re done putting the cats to bed, then make yourself useful and help me.”

Sylus’ smirk drops, eyes narrowing a little. “Are you ordering me around?”

I bat my eyes up at him, and although I don’t mean to, I practically purr my next words. “You are a butler, aren’t you? You should get used to taking orders, Sir.”

Grabbing the other stack of bowls, I waltz past him and into the pantry, where I take my time sorting the bowls by colour and size before returning them to their proper places. This time, my ears flicker as they pick up on the sound of Sylus’ approaching footsteps.

My swishing tail stills as the pantry door unexpectedly closes. My entire body stiffens as the lock clicks into place. The lock meant to keep the cats out.

I don’t need to look to know that Sylus is trapped in here with me. I don’t even need to question whether or not he did it on purpose. “Is this the part where you kill me for getting you cursed?”

“Oh, so now you admit that this is your fault.” His steps are in perfect sync with the pounding of my heart. He’s moving closer. “Why would I kill you when a better suiting punishment exists?”

I suck in a sharp breath, and regret it instantly. This stupid curse, I’ve found throughout the course of the day, has heightened my senses. Given how small the pantry is, Sylus’ scent is quickly filling the air.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge, kitten.” Sylus’ large body presses into me from behind. I don’t move, not that I have much room to do so. “I may be a butler, but who does a maid answer to?”

A butler. Fuck.

I gasp as his hand wraps around the base of my tail, moan softly as he caresses it in a long, gentle pull right down to the end. He does it a second time. A third. On the fourth, my legs start to feel like jelly.

Sylus hums. “You like that, don’t you, kitten?”

I don’t know why I shake my head, but I do. Maybe my subconscious is trying to deny that this curse might have its perks, or maybe this new type of play is making me shy. Either way, my reaction to his question isn’t honest, and the quirk of his lips tells me he already knows that.

“Oh, kitten.” Lifting a hand to his mouth, Sylus bites down on the tip of his middle finger, using his teeth to pull the pristine glove off. He lets his fall carelessly to the floor. “You’re not telling me the truth, are you?”

I gulp, the muscles in my neck straining from looking up and over my shoulder at him, but his vermillion gaze holds me hostage. I can’t look away. I don’t even want to.

My lungs take in a sharp inhale as he lifts my skirt with his gloved hand. The hand he just freed dips into my underwear, his middle finger slotting between my folds, sliding easily through the slick of my arousal.

“You feel like a liar, kitten.” Sylus groans. Just when I think his little show can’t possibly get any more erotic, he brings his hand to his lips and licks his finger clean. “You taste like one, too.”

Another wave of arousal crashes against my insides like a storm raging over the sea. My breathing quickens, cheeks burning hot and yet, I don’t feel a lick of shame.

His hand returns to my core to gather more evidence of my lie before lifting his hand again. This time, he brings it to my lips. “Open.”

I do, wrapping my lips around his middle finger and easily sucking the digit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, use my tongue to clean him off, all while holding his gaze. Sylus’ eyes appear heavy, coated with desire, and it makes my obedience all the more rewarding.

“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his finger from my mouth.

He wraps a hand around my jaw, holding my head still as he leans over and locks his lips with mine. Instinctively I relax my jaw, whimpering as his tongue teases my lips before pushing past. I breathe heavily through my nose as Sylus dominates my mouth, the fingers of his gloved hand sprawling across my navel to anchor me and keep me upright.

When he finally breaks the kiss, my lips are damp and my thoughts reduced to one thing and one thing only.

“Please.” I quietly beg, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. I widen my stance, inviting his fingers to return to me. My tail takes on a mind of its own, curling around his wrist as if to keep him from disappearing. “Sir, please.”

Sylus hums and dips his hand between my thighs again. “That’s better.”

Two of his fingers spear into me, pulling a sharp cry from my lips at the intrusion. Sylus groans and nips at my neck as he works, massaging my inner walls while occasionally teasing a spot he knows will reduce me to rubble. I try to rock against his hand, but he’s expertly figured out how to avoid my reach.

“You’re so naughty, kitten.” His deep voice is right next to my ear, so close and wonderful it makes the pressure building in my gut worse. “Does the manager know what a greedy little maid you are?”

I give up trying to take control of my own pleasure. It’s not getting me anywhere but more frustrated. “The butler certainly knows.”

His chuckle sounds like heaven. “And what should butlers do with naughty little maids, hmm?”

Somehow, I find it in me to smirk up at him. “Put them in their place, obviously.”

I gasp as I’m suddenly taken to the floor, the tile cool beneath my knees and elbows. Sylus positions himself behind me, one hand between my shoulder blades to pin me down while the other works on removing his belt. I shiver at the clanking of the buckle, bite my lip in anticipation of what’s coming. His tail curls around my ankle, and for reasons I can’t explain, I deepen the arch in my back because of it.

“I’ve tamed a lot of cats today, sweetie.” The smirk he aims down at me is foreshadowing just how much trouble I’m about to get into. The cat ears atop his head do nothing mask that. “But I will throughly enjoy teaching this kitten how to behave.”

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[cielwritings]

May I request poly Seba Ciel x (nonbinary+autistic) reader throuple headcanons? Any genre is fine. Thank you. :3

! Sebaciel x Reader !

once more i have not much to say other than I hope you enjoy it :)

Sebastian and Ciel were partners before you came along. When you did, Ciel felt conflicted. It was one thing being partners with his demon. Who was his butler. Who was also a male. Who was also centuries older than him...

You, though, were different. You were much younger than Sebastian (thankfully), and quite.. odd. At least in Ciel's eyes. He's never seen someone like you before.

You always covered your ears whenever Mey-rin came stomping down the halls squealing. You always squint to block the light of Baldroy's explosives. When Lizzy was around, you ignored her completely. She was a loud girl, and loved bright things.

Ciel felt some sort of relief around you. While your reasons could be different from his, he also didn't like just how loud and bright she was.

Sebastian was the first to notice your disliking to certain textures and flavors. He'd given you jello one day, and you nearly cried at the slimy feel. He swiftly apologized and gave you something to your liking.

He had to change the sheets in the guest bedroom, as you would bawl your eyes out or gag at the feeling of the fluff on dry skin.

Speaking of dry skin, lotion absolutely irked you. The gross feel of it to your skin make you gag.

When you, Ciel, and Sebastian all started dating, they had to make even more adjustments. Changing the fabric of Ciel's clothes to make sure you AND him were okay with it, changing the lightbulbs, heavier training with the servants...

You felt bad they had to do this, but Ciel would reassure you by holding your hands. Sebastian would tuck your hair behind your ears.

Now, when you spoke about how you didn't like either of the 'my lady' or 'sir' titles, that's when they got confused. It wasn't new for Sebastian to see or deal with someone who didn't like feminine or masculine clothes.. but straight-up denying any sort of gendered title was new.

They discussed this with you. It was quite easy for Sebastian to grasp it, but Ciel had to have a 'for dummies' explanation.

Men typically wore darker clothes, or if bright they'd be clearly masculine. Women would wear light clothes, or if dark they'd be clearly feminine. This was hard to mix into one complete outfit for you.

Sebastian arrived one day, two pairs of clothes in hand. One was a light brown, the other white. He helped you put both on. They were identical, except for the colors.

A short-sleeved buttoned shirt with short overalls. You wore gloves that reached to mid-arm, socks that nearly reached knee level along with matching boots. In the back is what seemed to be a detachable dress cloth, giving the look of a cloak around your waist. He also had gotten a matching dress coat, hat, and other accessories for the outfit.

Sebastian had let you know Ciel sketched this idea, and he had done the work to make Ciel's idea a reality.

Safe to say, they adore you, and you adore them.

[celticcrossanon]

"Masters Of The Air" WW2 miniseries vs. H a r r y

I’ve been watching the new miniseries “Masters Of The Air” (produced by Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks and starring Austin Butler) about the US Army Air Force 100th bomb group stationed in the UK during WW2 the past few months while simultaneously reading about Prince Harry and the upcoming 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games this May.

It’s really incredible that American airmen flew in unpressurized bomber planes in minus 60 degree Fahrenheit temperature during WW2. The airmen had to wear special heating suits because if for example they took their gloves off during a fight at high altitudes because their guns jammed, their fingers could painlessly and bloodlessly amputate all the way up to their knuckles. The airmen could literally see their own fingers snap off and fly across the belly of the plane.

23% of all US Army Air crews survived during the WW2 air campaign in Europe with the rest either being shot and/or killed while in the air or their planes were shot down.

Those who survived via parachute after their planes were shot down either escaped back to the UK via resistance groups, were taken to POW camps for the remainder of the war or in some cases were killed by enraged German civilians on the ground.

The first episode started in January with the last episode concluding in mid-March. 

I mention all this because Harry has been in the news for weeks, whining about his lack of taxpayer funded security while not feeling safe to attend the Invictus Games 10th anniversary event in London and tonight another article popped up in the Daily Mail about Harry going to a Better Up conference in San Francisco to lecture people about 'Beyond Burnout: Transforming C-Level Stress Into Strength.’

Harry has no clue about executives in stressful jobs. Nor does he have any clue about serving in combat or what honor and loyalty means. Harry actually endangered troops in Afghanistan during both of his tours overseas because he wanted to play soldier.

It’s incredible to look at genuine heroism and sacrifice from WW2 servicemen and women vs a complete royal fraudster who couldn’t even be accepted into the British Army on his own merits because Harry was reportedly too busy drinking and doing drugs while at Eton. Harry got into Sandhurst because his grandmother was the Head of the Armed Forces.

All of these battle hardened WW2 veterans would scoff at this whiny, treacherous, cowardly ginger prick who reportedly is so afraid to attend a church service for the Invictus Games on his own despite bragging about killing 25 enemy combatants in Afghanistan in his memoirs. 

It’s a damn shame the Royal Family had the British media to help turn Harry’s PR image from a drug using frat boy into a “war hero” as Harry is anything but a genuine war hero– and uses disabled veterans from IG in order to make himself look good.

And BTW, the miniseries “Masters Of The Air” is quite good and is based on the book by the same name. I’m proud and grateful for WW2 veterans while simultaneously shaking my head at the royal disgrace that is Prince Harry.

Hi TeaWithBooks,

The hardships that the soldiers of WWI, WWII and other wars suffered to defend their countries are incredible to read about. They were all courageous at a level that is not brought out by circumstances today (I say this knowing veterans of those wars and having them in my family).

Harry is nothing in comparison. He does not have the courage that those men possessed. His cowardice and entitlement are thrown into relief by the service of true veterans everywhere. The idea of him coping with stress, let alone using it for anything else, is laughable because, as you said, he has no clue about working in a stressful job. 

The palace PR did a brilliant job with “Hero Harry”, but I am glad it has come to an end and we can all see Harry as he really is. I much refer the truth over PR lies.

I have learnt to tune out Harry’s whining. If he is not whining about something he is bragging about how wonderful he is, both of which are very unattractive traits.

I believe you can find military men commenting on Harry’s behaviour on some sites, and what they say is not flattering. The truth always comes out in the end.

[sleepingdeath-light]

autistic s/o hcs ; claude

requested by ; add-a-little-neurospice (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime-only cast

character(s) ; claude faustus

outline ; “Hello!!! I want to start by saying that I rlly love your page, and I seriously love how you write the Black Butler beans!!!

As for my request, I was wondering if you could maybe write a Claude x autistic reader where the reader has a huge interest in birds and crochet?

I seriously will start flapping my hands and repeating the name of whatever bird I see over and over, and I have legit made a set of gloves in two days with how much I’ll focus on it.

Thank you for reading, and I hope I can get a response! Lol”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

whilst he is an outwardly stoic and apathetic individual — cruel, even — this idea tends to be flipped on its head when he’s dealing with his spouse (or, as he would say, mate)

he’s aware of you being neurologically divergent even if the terminology didn’t necessarily exist at the time — he is a demon and they’re more observant by default

and he’s also keenly aware of how other mortals treat and perceive you — and willing to deal with them accordingly

being protective and territorial is in his nature, after all

he will indulge you in your hyperfixations and interests — for example buying you a book on ornithology or fetching you the materials you need to crotchet from the market

he does find it incredibly endearing when you stim, particularly when you flap your hands, but due to his stoic demeanour it’s incredibly hard to tell

he’ll ask you about the birds you see on your daily walks about the trancy estate — questions he already knows the answer to — just to indulge you

and he encourages (threatens) the other demons into following suit

if you crochet anything for him to wear he’ll also indulge you there, but only privately

like if you made him a scarf or a pair of gloves then he’ll wear them in your rooms and let you divulge him about how they were made (techniques, material, time, etc.)

but as he doesn’t want to damage these gifts or his reputation he’ll usually leave them in that private space

a butler needs to look a certain way and as wonderful as your gifts are, they aren’t in keeping with his uniform

he’s trying his best okay he’s just not good with the whole intimate relationship thing

he does make sure that you’re taking care of yourself when you’re fixated on something, though — bringing you food and water and making sure you sleep (or having hannah do so for him if he’s too busy elsewhere)

if anyone mocks you for your passions then they’re as good as dead — either claude will seek them out directly or he’ll send hannah/the triplets out to deal with them whilst he does the human thing and comforts you

[infamous-if]

I don't know why but I love this ask so much so what outfits do the LIs typically wear? im ready to faint over how G and Victoria dresses up

Sooo I made collages and basically like an essay i went a bit overboard (oops)

So I thought hard about what the ROs look like and my biggest thing was that I wanted to make sure the gender selectable ROs still have their own unique presence and they're not some interchangeable variable. Gina and Griffin dress pretty differently and have a different identity, especially when you consider what it means to be a woman in the music industry (some context changes in the story if you choose Gina instead of Griffin, some of her actions are out of her feeling like she has just as much right to take space in a male-dominated art form, especially given that she is also married to Victoria, a woman)

Griffin does not have this problem since he's 1) a man and 2) he and Victoria present heterosexual

GRIFFIN/GINA

(Griffin on the left/Gina on the right, both in the middle)

G either dresses like the textbook definition of a 'rockstar' with the leather and fishnets and ripped jeans and all orrrr like a 18th century era gothic victorian butler. Literally no in-between.

For both Gina and Griffin, having so many tattoos becomes part of their image. Griffin wears a lot of muscle tees while Gina wears a lot of sleeveless tops, halter tops, corsets, anything that really enhances their arm sleeve.

The middle is the Victorian Butler style I mentioned lol, since they both dress like that as their "formal" attire or for shows. A lot of ruffles, very 18th century gothic. One thing is that I feel like Gina wears more red, she wears more tight fitting clothes, lower cut clothes. Griffin's shirts are also pretty revealing, very much low-cut V's, muscle tees that show the side of his whole chest. G isn't shy about the human body and they've gotten shirtless on stage many times (both male and female/ think Victoria from Måneskin.)

That slowed down a bit since Misfit Alley went mainstream. Their label and team had them tone down a bit to be more digestable to the masses.

Their hair is long for both female and male. Griffin keeps his in a loose knot/bun at his neck, and Gina does the same, but also a single braid down her back (sometimes).

Some things that they wear often: a lot of rings, G has knuckle tattoos and they wear a lot of jewelry. They have a signature leather jacket that's pretty roughed up, wear a nose ring, and pretty scruffed up boots.

SEVEN

Female Seven and Male Seven dress pretty similarly. Seven dresses more grunge and Kurt Cobain was the direct inspiration for Seven's style. Female Seven also dresses a bit like an art teacher lol

A lot of oversized clothes, slouchy, worn bigger, muted colors, a lot of layers. Female! Seven wears a lot of long skirts, cardigans, funky patterns, big boots. They dress pretty much the same both on and off stage.

At first male!seven was going to have short cropped hair but it doesn't suit him. His hair is more like:

very messy and such yeah. female! Seven keeps her hair down, kinda messy and looks uncombed (seven is very clean i promise lmao)

Things they wear often: Seven sometimes fingerless gloves, part of it because they can cover the tattoo of MC's initials, but sometimes they forgo it completely. Sometimes it's a whole arm sleeve. Surprisingly, Seven doesn't have a LOT of tattoos, it's more dainty, tiny meaningful tattoos scattered around their body.

AUGUST

August is like Seven in that they wear big, slouchy clothes but where they differ is that August is more academic and put together. They also like to wear the art teacher skirts. Scoopneck sweaters, cargo pants, and they prefer long-sleeve and long bottoms, usually they don't have much skin showing.

Things they are always seen wearing: headphones around the neck, they dont go anywhere without them.

ORION

Orion is pretty self-explanatory. He wears mostly slacks, sleek boots and a vest. Very professional dressing. If he is going to wear something casual, it'll be something like the right. Still fancy pants, but a clean black shirt. You won't really see him in anything less than 'business casual.'

Things always seen wearing: a watch lol

SEBASTIAN

I don't know how else to describe Seb's style as anything other than just basic. A T-shirt and jeans and he's good to go. Even the images I chose are a bit too stylish for him. Like, he's really just a basic guy. He doesn't think too hard on his outer appearance. Literally just...a Guy.

Even funnier when he's surrounded by people wearing fishnet tights and chains and a bunch of patterns and accessories like he stands out, oddly enough lol

The image in the middle isn't exactly how he looks in my head, but pretty close. Just a very unassuming but kind looking person. Also his hair is like that, just golden blond.

VICTORIA

Victoria has a very classically simple style. Sleek lines, tight dresses. It's not too out there, unlike G. Very simple. She dresses a bit like the second picture for G's shows, a bit edgier and leaning a little into the flamboyance. She tends to set trends and is looked at in Hollywood as someone pretty stylish. Victoria's body type is on the curvy side, more the farthest right than the other three, a bit bustier. She's a simple but effective dresser.

She loves heels, loves a square neck (farthest right). she loves a good form-fitting dress lol

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IK its a lot but i would be doing this whole story a disservice if i made them boring dressers! so im not sorry !

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,745

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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If you had known it would have resulted in you having to work with Bucky and Zemo, you would've never opened your door for Sam. Despite how civil you're trying your best to be, a part of you wants to slap them both for different reasons, although if thinking more rationally, Bucky's only crime against you is breaking your heart by turning his back and walking away without so much as a goodbye. Zemo, on the other hand, tried to frame Bucky for the UN Bombing, traumatized your nephew by showing him a recording of his own parents' brutal deaths, and ultimately tore the Avengers inside-out. Needless to say, you're having a really difficult time so much as glancing at Zemo's smug face without wanting to fulfill your previous promise to break his nose, and it's not like he's doing much to save himself from receiving that fate either.

"So, what's with the frosty air between you two, hmm?" He gestures between Bucky and you with the champagne glass his butler hands him, his eyes flashing with mischief as he takes a drink, "Now that I think about it, I don't believe I've seen you say a word to each other this entire time. It would be a shame if you've broken up. You were quite the 'couple' last we crossed paths."

You do your best not to give him the satisfaction of your attention, continuing to watch out the jet window instead while spinning your ring which is the only distraction you unfortunately have during this long flight. While you may hide it well, it does hurt to know Zemo's words hold truth. Bucky has barely said a damn word to you since the apartment, purposefully going out of his way to avoid even addressing your presence despite being on this whole mission together. Hell, so far he's been more willing to respond to the criminal who terrorized him than the person who used to be his fiancée...Did you really hurt him that bad to somehow be worse than Zemo?

"Where are you taking us?" Thank God for Sam who has proven himself to be the only person on this trip you can stand to be around. Reading the jet's rigid energy, he's quick to try changing the topic, yet Zemo refuses to address his question right away, taking his time setting down his drink in exchange for picking up the book that has been balancing on his lap.

"...Sorry -" He 'innocently' pretends to have only just heard Sam, "- I was just fascinated by this. A lot of it's scribbled out, although it seems to be an important letter; a heartfelt one, from what I can make out. 'Holiday Edwardine -"

By the time you zoned in to your name being mentioned, it was instantly cut off by two steps - two heavy footsteps before Zemo was suddenly pinned back against his chair, his neck trapped in Bucky's gloved hand which doesn't show much restraint with its iron grip.

"Touch that again and I kill you," Bucky's voice is a whispered threat, yet still heard throughout the dead silent jet as no one does or says anything about his unexpectedly aggressive behavior. Even Zemo only responds with a short nod and a quiet gasp for air once Bucky finally removes his hand, allowing him to breathe easy once again.

Ripping the small notebook from his hands, Bucky shares a quick glance at the shocked expressions Sam and you wear before returning to his seat wordlessly. You follow his movements, watching as he awkwardly pushes the notebook back into his coat pocket while shifting his head towards the window as if he can feel your burning stare.

Zemo clears his throat, giving off a tone that some might believe to be genuine, although it loses its effect on all of you, "I'm sorry. I understand that was the name of your late wife. As for the list of names on the other pages - people who you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."

"Don't push your luck," Bucky grumbles, again shifting in his seat as if doing so will somehow get him further away from this situation.

You want to ask - to reach your hand out for his and gently question what's wrong. You knew Bucky must still struggle with parts of his part, so you're not surprised that the Winter Soldier's victims would remain on his mind, but Hollie as well? He should realize by now that you don't blame him; you've insisted it enough times. He knows you're alive and well in this life, so he doesn't have to let any guilt about what happened weigh him down...but you keep your hands to yourself instead of saying a word of it aloud, looking down at your lap as you decide it isn't your place to press anymore, after all Bucky made himself quite clear earlier that he doesn't want you worrying about him.

"...I'veseen that book before. It was Steve's. When I told him about Trouble Man, he wrote it in that book. Have you listened to it? You like it?" Sam breaks the silence, once again trying to turn the conversation towards one he hopes won't start a fight. Little did he know that he'd be the one to partake in the next bickering session because of it, not convinced by Bucky's claims that he 'liked' the soundtrack. Even Zemo would agree with Sam that it's a masterpiece, yet that would be the extent of their common ground.

"You must have really looked up to Steve," Zemo takes the conversation away from movies and music, deciding to tip-toe over the line of what's acceptable to say and what will get him punched, "I realized something when I met him for myself - that the danger with people like him is the very way we put them on pedestals, idolizing them as storybook heroes and symbols of hope until we become blind to their flaws. From there, wars begin, cities fall, innocent people lose their lives...You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad 'icon'? Now, do we really want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull?"

"Steve was a pretty far cry from Red Skull, though," You point out, speaking for the first time since boarding this jet which brings Zemo's attention from Bucky to you, "Let's not forget that super soldiers aren't inherently corrupt. You can see it anywhere with shitty people being given power useful for their own benefit. It doesn't necessarily take super powers, just an escape from accountability that goes to your head. That's why Steve was so carefully chosen - Why Dr. Erskine didn't simply hand off the serum to the first fit soldier to cross his path. He picked the little guy from Brooklynn because he knew that's who would fight for what's right, not for his own interests."

"And I couldn't agree more. Steve Rogers was a unique exception, but how many people are you willingly to bet will follow in his footsteps? Certainly not those 'Flag-Smashers', I would think," He has a point you can't argue against. Steve and Bucky are good people who didn't let their superhuman abilities change that, and while you're sure there are more people like that out there, it isn't safe to just cross your fingers hoping they'll be the ones who come across any super soldier serum circling the globe unmanaged, "That's why we're going to Madripoor."

"Yeah, I have some questions about that. What's exactly the deal with Madripoor? You keep talking about it like it's Skull Island or something," Sam asks.

"It's an island in the Indonesian archipelago. In the 1800s, it was known as a pirate sanctuary," Bucky explains distantly.

"But it's kept its lawless ways since, which means we can't simply walk in as ourselves. Three people associated with the Avengers would only cause unwanted attention, perhaps a few bullets sent our way," Zemo swirls his champagne glass in hand as he eyes Sam and you, "You both will be easy enough to conceal, although I'm afraid James will have to become someone he claims to be gone."

You glance at Bucky who stiffens, only sparing a quick glare at Zemo then back out the window. You can't say the idea sits well with you either...

When Zemo said Madripoor is 'lawless', you expected something like Hell’s Kitchen or Detroit, but this is far, far worse. The streets are literally packed with crime, every corner having someone who casually stands around with a large gun in hand while every shop specializes in illegal goods. A few steps out of the car and you felt as if you had just walked straight into a GTA game on steroids except unlike a video game, none of you have extra lives to spare - Well, you might, but you're not quite willing to part with this one just yet.

To avoid looking suspicious and getting shot for doing so, you have to put full faith in Zemo's plan, something you never thought you'd have to do ever. Admittedly he seems to know what he’s doing, although you would complain that he's being a little too cheerful while doing it. Not once did he flinch when all eyes focused upon your group as you entered the Brass Monkey Saloon nor did he hesitate to introduce Sam to the bartender under his temporary identity as 'Smiling Tiger'.

You feel for Sam, especially when forced to choke down a drink made of the fresh insides of a snake, however your pity must wait until later because you have your own role to strictly stick to here. A humble and forgettable assistant, you're to remain silent yet observant while accomplishing whatever small tasks are ordered of you (not that you plan on doing any more for Zemo than required for this act). It’s annoying, but easier than drinking snake guts, so you're not about to complain.

You had noticed when entering the saloon that several patrons have taken special interest in Bucky, their whispers once again meeting your ear as you wait for Sam to gain the courage to finish his drink, however you try not to concern yourself with. In any other environment, you'd be ready to pick a fight with anyone bold enough to start gossiping about the 'infamous Winter Soldier's' presence, but here and for this mission, Bucky's past is exactly what you need people to pay attention to.

You can hear Sam gag quietly after the bartender finally walks away, hopefully to set up a meeting with this 'Selby' person Zemo says can provide you guys with information. In the meantime, you look up and manage to catch Bucky's eyes only briefly before they dart back to watch the other patrons. You roll your own eyes and find somewhere else to look since even undercover in a crowded bar, it seems he can still find time to be mad at you.

Suddenly, Bucky stands straighter and grabs your wrist, giving it a slight tug that moves you subtly in his direction. You would've wondered why if not for immediately feeling the presence of someone else walking up behind you. Turning around, you find a man has squeezed his way out of the crowd to where he now stands practically toe-to-toe with Zemo.

"Got word from higher up. You ain't welcome here," The man threatens, although despite his attempt at intimation, Zemo hardly does more than blink.

"I didn't come here for business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come to talk to me..." With a smug undertone to his voice, Zemo trails off while gesturing to Bucky who has already let go of your wrist, but only in exchange for having a hidden hand hovered over your hip to keep you close in front of him, "...Or bring Selby by for a chat."

The man seems to size Bucky up, and since you’re standing between them, it feels as if he’s also looking you over, however if he wonders who you might be or notices that the ‘Winter Soldier’ seems awfully protective over you, it goes unsaid. Sparing one last hostile look at Zemo, the man disappears back into the crowd, allowing you to let go of that breath you’ve been holding and for Bucky to remove his hand, "'Power Broker'? Really?"

"Every kingdom needs its king."

Surveyingthe crowd, you notice several men beginning to slowly surround your group. You keep your eyes trained on them, your hand cautiously lowering to your belt where you keep the taser you had stubbornly refused to part with earlier. Whether he saw the concern on your face or sensed the approaching goons for himself, Zemo pushes off the counter and locks eyes with Bucky, "Zimniy Soldat…Ataka."

Just as one of the men places a heavy hand upon Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky swiftly pushes you behind him before grabbing the man’s hand, twisting it until it snaps, but he doesn’t let go, instead forcing him to walk backwards until at the center of the room. There, Bucky goes head-to-head with him and all his little buddies who decide they might actually stand a chance against a super soldier.

If anyone hadn’t been paying attention to your group before, they’re definitely not missing the show now. The crowd watches in awe as Bucky easily beats every fool who swings a punch his way, doing so with little emotion written over his face; the complete opposite of how Sam and you observe the chaotic scene in front of you.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form, did it?" Zemo leans over to whisper to you, his comment being one that will boil your blood if you think back to it later, but for now, you’re too focused on Bucky.

You can hardly stand seeing him fight as the Winter Soldier like this, even if it’s just pretend. He can handle himself, you know that. He’s within control and doing this of his own volition, but that doesn't mean he should have to. You know this is hurting him inside, only serving as a cruel reminder for what he once was. It’s torture to see and recognize that hidden pain in his eyes as he slams one of the men onto the bar counter, keeping him trapped there all by the strength of a single hand crushing his throat. You might not be a mind reader, but you can guess what’s going through Bucky’s right now: how many people has he done this to without control or mercy? How many people has he actually killed using the same method?

Sam also shows his concern over how far this has suddenly gone, especially when the echo of guns’ cocking becomes impossible to dismiss. He places a hand on Bucky’s arm, however he’s called off by Zemo who’s quick to remind you both through whispered breath about the risks of losing character now.

“Molodets, soldat.”

Selby will finally see you. Your efforts of concealing your identities and that little ‘show’ Bucky put on has won you another step towards finding the super soldier serum. That should be a good thing that takes some stress off your shoulders, but it doesn’t.

Bucky’s expression is frozen in a blank stare, his movements almost automatic as he simply lets go of the man and lets him slide off the counter. Somehow his breath is louder in your ears than the mumbling of the captivated crowd - a crowd you almost completely forget about.

“...Hey, you okay -?” You whisper, reaching to touch his arm as has always been habit for you, however you instantly retract your hand when Bucky jerks away, his eyes once again only briefly meeting yours - this time with an emotion you can’t quite put a name to - before he roughly pushes by to follow Zemo.

Your hand feels stuck in the air until you awkwardly lower it and bite your frowned lip. There’s a burning in your eyes and an aching to your soul, one you fear might become too obvious if you let yourself dwell on it for too long, so you suck it up and trail after the others all while bitterly electing to ignore the way Sam watches you sympathetically in your peripheral vision. You're thankful he can’t ask with everyone else around. It’ll hurt less if you just don’t think about it.

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[snippychicke]

Your Kuro work is awesome! I've been on a Kuro kick lately and was wondering if you could write a prompt about a reader with the straw hat gang figuring out Kuro's identity like immediately and just messes with him by not revealing his secrets cuz she's a low morals gal as well

Maybe a little spicy 🫣

I am so sorry about the delay. Things have been harsh, but I really loved this idea. It has a bittersweet ending, but open to interpretation.

You had broken out of the marine prison at Shells Town the same time that Luffy and his crew-not-a-crew had stolen the Grand Line map from Ax-hand Morgan. And, well, one thing led to another and you were roped into the not-a-crew just like Nami and Zoro.

Unlike them, however, you were an actual seasoned pirate, and was amused by the antics of your Captain. That bright optimism and empathy seemed at odds with his dream of being Pirate King, and you wanted to see what would become of him. Especially after the events of Orange Town and the fight with Buggy the Clown.

And then you ended up in Syrup Village.

You remembered three years ago; the whisper of the Captain of the Black Cat pirates dying at Ax-hand Morgan’s blade. You hadn’t wanted to believe it then, considering you had seen Captain Kuro fight more than once through the years. It seemed like a cosmic joke that many of the pirate crews you had joined in your younger years had run-ins with the Black Cats.

It was either that or Kuro himself was hunting you down, just for those small heated moments as he toyed with the decision of allowing you to live like a cat playing with a mouse.

And seeing Klahadore? You didn’t fall for it for a second and knew that the ‘butler’ knew as soon as your gaze met his across the garden. His eyes narrowed slightly, and you could almost hear the silent command. ‘Silence.’

Oh, you’d be silent for now. But maybe it was your turn to play with him.

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Zoro had complained about you wearing black, but you simply rolled your eyes. As soon as you saw the black dress with gold details, complete with a simple black velvet choker, a plan had formed instantly in your mind. You were going to taunt and tease the former pirate as payback.

And by gods the look on his face when he saw you, eyes widening just a fraction with a hard swallow making his adam’s apple shift. It boosted your confidence as he followed Merry and Kaya down the stairs, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Cat got your tongue?” you teased quietly, assuring no one else would overhear.

“Silence.” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he stood by your side, his posture still as stiff and rigid as always. “What are you doing here?”

“Funny, was going to ask you the same thing,” you teased as you sipped the cocktail you had been given. “The rest of the world thinks you're dead.” There was a bit of unintended bite to your words, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

Who were you kidding, of course he noticed. You saw that familiar head tilt and raised eyebrow of intrigue, but thankfully he stayed silent.

And you tried. Really, you did. “...just tagging along with these wannabes,” you found yourself saying after a heartbeat. “They're… something else. Amusing, mainly, but oddly competent. Somehow.”

“Hmm.”

“Not like you, of course.”

You downed the rest of your drink and pretended not to notice Kuro (Klahadore?) look at you… and then cover a smile by coughing into his white butler-type gloves (so different from the black furred and bladed gloves that he used to wield. You still remembered what it was like to have one of those blades resting beneath your chin, the others carefully arranged as not to hurt you but could with the slightest twitch.)

“I see you haven't changed,” he finally stated. “You still can't control your mouth at all.”

“It's why I try to keep it occupied with other things,” you sighed before realizing how that may have sounded. (Or maybe that was your own thoughts dirtying the meaning and it probably sounded benign to everyone else.) “Wait, that's not--I mean--”

Thankfully you were saved as your conversation with the stoic butler didn’t go unnoticed by Kaya. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” the young woman lightly spoke as you floundered for words. “But… Do you two know each other?”

Kuro stiffened slightly, erasing any signs that he had actually relaxed in your presence. “We’re acquaintances,” he answered simply--or was that sharply?

Either way, you couldn’t help but scoff, “Is that what you’d call it?” You literally could not recall how many times you had been entangled with the Black Cat pirates, your life spared by the captain because of some odd whim every time. Each time feeling an undercurrent of something when he spoke to you.

Both Kaya and Kuro looked at you-- the former with surprise, the latter like he was about ready to murder you right then and there. You blushed as you rubbed your neck self consciously. “It’s uh, complicated.”

Thankfully, the young lady of the house smiled without asking any more questions. “That’s wonderful! I’m so glad you were able to reunite, Klahadore rarely ever talks about his past.”

You felt the itch to say something. Your drink was empty. You had no little plate of horse-dours or whatever they were called. You could feel the intimidating aura radiate from the fake-butler next to you, threatening you not to speak. “There’s nothing to speak of, miss Kaya,” he spoke with such soft kindness that seemed unnatural from the man you knew.

“Yep, nothing interesting. At all. We’d just run into each other. A lot. Either the universe decided it was a funny joke or he was stalking me, one or the other. Though I always did think of him as an oversized cat, ya know?”

Kuro just had to say your name and you shut your mouth quickly, sealing your lips to prevent anything else from escaping. Kaya was doing a poor job of hiding her smile behind her hand. There was a decided humored light in her eyes as she looked up at her ‘butler’. “I never thought about it, but I think you’re right. No offense, Klahadore,” she tacked on quickly at his dour look.

The expression shifted into something akin to endearing patience in a simple blink of an eye. “None taken, my lady. I’ve… heard the sentiment before.”

“I’m sure you have,” you coughed. “I’m gonna go get myself another drink, do either of you want anything?”

Kuro fixed you with that sharp glare of his. “I think it might be best if we move onto the dining room. Your lips hardly need any further loosening.”

If he had been worried about you ruining the birthday dinner, you were sure Kuro was sufficiently surprised when it was your ‘captain’ that handled that with a grin on his face to boot. You (unwisely) lingered around while everyone else retreated to the guest rooms, deciding to admire the eccentric decorations of porcelain plates adorning the walls and ceiling. (your favorite was the little tuxedo kitten with a blue bow around his neck, attacking a ball of yarn. No reason, of course.)

“Miss, do you need help to your room?” the maid asked (Sham? They looked like them at least).

“Uh, no I’m good,” you said with a faint smile, wondering if they remembered you but decided it was unlikely. “I was just, uh, admiring the decorations.”

Sham narrowed their eyes, clearly unhappy with your response but excused themself with a small ‘hmm’ and began to clean the dining room, making you feel very unwelcomed. You took the hint and meandered towards the hallway leading to the guest rooms. The place was sprawling and a monument to the family’s wealth, but you were blessed with an intuitive sense of direction and had already more or less mapped out everywhere you had been, noting servant’s passages behind the walls just by the sight of small seams in the walls.

The wealth and splendor of the house was something that itched at you as a seasoned pirate and thief. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew Kuro himself was likely watching you like a jaguar protecting its territory (or maybe hunting its prey) you would have pocketed as much as you dared. The truly-silver dining utensils. Bits and bobbles that could fetch a pretty berry on the black market.

So caught up in ‘admiring’ the display of a knife made of seastone and a hilt encrusted in gems (that could be sold for tens of millions of berries, if it was seastone. An ‘accident’ with Luffy could prove it too…) you failed to noticed the faint reflection in the glass.

A cotton-gloved hand wrapped around your throat, the other quickly grabbing your wrist from reaching for the dagger that rested in a holster attached to your upper thigh.

“I think not,” Kuro purred quietly in your ear, causing the knot of fear in your stomach to tangle with the flutter of butterflies that suddenly bloomed as you caught sight of his reflection. “I’ve been biding my time for three long painful years. As fond as I am of you, I won’t be merciful if you ruin this.”

Despite the underlying threat as he tightened his grip, you couldn’t help but smile. There was the Kuro you were more familiar with. It hadn’t made any sense for him to give up being a pirate captain for this. “Have I ever went against you, Kur-”

His hand tightened enough to choke you for a split moment as he pressed closer to hiss in your ear. “Do not say that name.” The pressure eased up, allowing to gasp for air, though his hand remained. “...but no. You’ve always been… obedient.”

You cursed both him and your own body for the way you trembled at the way he said the last word, how it stoked a fire deep in your belly. “If it hadn’t been for that mouth of yours, I would have had you join my crew.”

“Loose lips sink ships, and I might’ve done that once or twice,” you admitted. “But I kept the little secrets of yours I gathered through the years here,” you said, touching your chest with your free hand. “And this one will be no different.”

He hummed in thought, lips brushing the exposed part of your neck while his gaze met yours through the reflection. “We have two hours to kill before the last step of my plan comes into play. Why don’t we find a way to keep your mouth occupied until then?”

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“How did you sleep through all of that?!” Usopp exclaimed after everything, making you rub your neck (hoping that no one noticed the marks you tried to cover with the high collar of your shirt.)

“...I’m a very heavy sleeper.” That and Kuro had made sure you were well worn out by the time midnight struck. You were still amazed he was able to move, let alone act like it had been nothing as he kissed your brow and told you ‘Be a good kitten and stay here until I return.’

Which you were fully going to obey, considering you knew how vicious and uncontrolled he became when in the thick of it. Except daylight came, the metal shudders protecting the window retreated back into the wall… and he never returned.

Learning why had you twisted up inside for reasons you didn’t want to examine. You frankly didn’t care that it had been his plan to kill Kaya-- she was nothing to you, after all, and you had seen death so many times you were numb to it. Granted, to you the plan seemed a bit obtuse and over-the-top, but who were you, the woman with no plans, to argue with Kuro of the thousand plans.

But there was the fact that while Sham and Bucchi were now in marine custody, Kuro hadn’t been found. He had escaped (apparently after Luffy headbutted him through a window.) You were relieved. Delighted. Worried. Anxious.

To find him after three years of thinking he was dead, a few hours filled with admittingly some of the best orgasms of your life, and now this. Knowing he was on the run with no one watching his back, while you continued to tag along with a misfit bunch of pirates that were still not quite a crew.

Young, hopeful pirates that would likely soon realize that the world wasn’t as nice as they thought. The world was either kill or be killed; Plunder or be plundered.

Luffy called your name, a rare frown on his face as you shook yourself out of your thoughts. “Come on, Kaya said that she has a ship.”

You smiled tightly at the teen. “Thanks, but I think we should part ways here. I don’t think the path to my dream is with you, sorry.”

You expected him to protest, but instead there was a faint smile that seemed far to knowing and wise for his years. “Gotcha. Go chase your dream.”

[vulturereyy]

Hi I come bringing asks of the favorite Lurimol

Give me a day in the life with them! What’s their routine like, small things they do for the other etc

Thank you so much for the ask !!! Lurimol beloved...

Their schedules are something I think about a lot, especially while they are both at the height of their careers. I don't have any specific times, but to start off:

Hegemol always wakes up first.

His duty as a knight has him start the day before the city awakens, much to Lurien's often-dismay. The two of them share a bed in Lurien's spire once they become official, and try as he might, Hegemol always wakes poor Lurien up as he shuffles off of it. If there isn't a protesting mumble, there's usually a hand reaching out toward Heg. Said hand is taken like a proper lord's and kissed on the back of it, though this only seems to drive Lurien further into the pillows.

Hegemol gets himself ready within an hour. He's a morning shower kinda guy; helps with his joint pain and wakes him up for the day. Aedmond, Lurien's butler, usually has some form of breakfast ready for him by the time he's done. (Heg insists Aedmond doesn't have to do this, Aedmond claims it's little problem, and by taking care of Heg he is taking care of his lord in turn.) Hegemol's favorite breakfast is a strawberry-clementine salad with poppyseed dressing.

Hegemol's duties for the day usually see him out of the spire, and can vary from day to day. During the start of their relationship, he'd have been training the Watcher Knights day in and day out, while also making the occasional patrol around his city. Hegemol and Lurien's schedules very rarely cross during the day.

Lurien, on the other hand... Aedmond is lucky if he can see his Lord awake before 2pm. Lurien is a night owl to the extreme, and often isn't going to sleep until around 4-5am (and even then, typically at the request of either butler or beloved.) Lurien refuses to schedule any appointments before 3pm, and if he has to get up before 2 for your stupid meeting, you *will* hear about it. Despite frequently working himself into insomniac episodes, Lurien is Hallownest's biggest grump if his sleep is interrupted.

Lurien's day starts with a cup of green tea in bed, double-steeped, and delivered by his faithful Aedmond who always seems to know when Lurien is finally shifting awake. (He'll never tell his lord it's because one of the bedposts rests on a loose shell board so he can hear it move.)

This cup of tea in the morning is considered VITAL to Lurien's routine and if he does not get it you can consider the day lost lmfao. Strong green tea is the only way this bug wakes up.

Finally, once he's finished his tea and no sooner, Lurien is awake enough to stand, stretch, and make his way to his private bath. He always bathes in the evenings before bed, as warm water puts him to sleep (and Wyrm help you if you splash this man with cold water). Lurien's routine is far more intensive than Hegemol's is on days where he doesn't have to be anywhere. He will polish his carapace, file his claws and spurs, trim his bristles, wax his antennae, among other grooming and upkeep before he's ready to dress himself for the day.

Lurien's wardrobe is actually quite expensive despite appearing to only wear the same few sets of robes to the public. For a regular day with only a few meetings, his usual attire in layer order is:

A thin, long-sleeved white or black shirt with matching pants.

A long-sleeved white collared shirt, usually with some form of ruffled lace at the neck.

An embroidered waistcoat or tailcoat (custom tailored to also act as compression vests)

Black elbow-length gloves on all four of his hands, made from supple leather and padded slightly on the inside to minimize contact.

Black leg bindings and stockings, depending on if he is traveling or not. Lurien is still an old bug, and binding his lower legs helps reduce his aches.

A black silk cloak, the first of his outer robes

His usual sleeved blue cloak (in-game one, pre-tattered)

Often a draped hood with the city's crest.

And finally, his mask.

Usually, he will have his meal with Aedmond before he puts on his outer robes. Aedmond and Lurien are close friends despite their working relationship, and this is their time to catch up on the general goings-on. Lurien's 'breakfast' can vary, but his favorite is a seared vengefly steak and belfly egg quiche with an aluba roe garnish. Aedmond is content with an apricot salad.

Finally, Lurien's day is started. Because he wakes up so late, Lurien's window of time for scheduled meetings runs far longer than most city or royal officials. He will attend hearings, lectures, council meetings, and host his own between the hours of 4pm to midnight, with the hours of 9pm-12am almost exclusively being used for audiences at the spire. Lurien keeps odd hours because of his own destroyed sleep pattern, but also so the working class bugs of Hallownest can have a chance at his attention without risking time or geo.

Hegemol will often head back to his own apartment after he's finished with the day's work to get out of his armor, tidy it, and take a brief-but-effective shower to get all the sweat and grime off. When Lurien is booked, he'll use this time to steal a 1-2 hour nap in his own house, before returning to the spire once he's sure all of Lurien's meetings would be over.

Night is really their 'time.' Hegemol will get back sore from his toils, Lurien will always have tea ready (tea that he will make himself, as he always insists Aedmond stop 'serving' at a reasonable hour), or perhaps some sweet wine and brandy, and they will be happy to sit together or soak together in Lurien's private bath. A lot of their more romantic interactions are these small moments that they can steal away from the world, a lot of their love language is through just. quality time spent together. Hegemol almost always falls asleep if they're in the bath together, and Lurien will let him, only occasionally reaching over to keep the big beetle's head from falling into the water. He'll wake him when he's ready to get out.

Date nights can vary, but they still are done during ungodly hours of the night. Sometimes, Lurien will set up a series of wider lenses stemming from his telescope, so they can watch a pleasure house performance together from the spire. They'll take date nights in Hegemol's family's candy shop long after-hours (and once Heg's family catches on, they start leaving him and 'whoever his beloved is' dishes to reheat in the icebox). Sometimes, they'll clamber up to the roof of the spire and look out over the city. It's always something simple with them; their daily lives are filled with pomp and show just on the basis of their positions, but when they are together? They prefer the mundane.

Aedmond always makes them a feast for their anniversary though :>

[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Trick -or- Treat

The crack of thunder had her jumping, flinching at the flash of thunder. Despite knowing that she was more than perfectly safe, she still had memories from the reason that brought her here.

Looking down at her left hand, she gave it a squeeze at the pinch in her heart.

Shaking her head, she gripped the handle of the trolley as she hurried to her destination, thankful for the task to distract her from the chaotic weather outside. Pushing the door open with her hip, her eyes quickly found the individual that had saved her just last year when the weather had changed her life.

Their form was hunched over, hands gripping tightly at the edge of the work bench, head of dark hair bowed and contrasting starkly against their white lab coat. It was a posture she was more than familiar with, another failure.

Sighing, she approached them with soft steps, sighing loudly enough that she would be heard. “Please, have something to eat.” she placed the tray on a nearby table that she, herself, had set up to keep where the individual could eat comfortably away from messing up their work bench.

“I don’t get it!” a hand slammed down with a harsh exhale. Thick black gloves were tossed at the bench, messing up the otherwise meticulous surface, quickly followed by the heavy-duty goggles. “Why won’t it work?”

Flinching, she tucked in on herself, feeling like she was partly to blame for the continued failures. “I’m sorry.”

Brown eyes gentled as a soft hand cupped her jaw and lifted her face. “No. It’s not your fault. You are my greatest success.” one hand trailed down her left arm, squeezing just above the elbow before continuing down to take hold of her hand and tug her along to the table. “And I’m so glad you decided to stay.”

Biting down on her lips, Kagome could only nod her head. She had explained everything after she was finally deemed healthy enough to return home, but honestly, there would be nothing to return too. To be honest, she felt like she was taking advantage of the Doctor and her saviour. “I don’t really have anywhere else to go. And to be honest, I don’t think I could take the looks people would give me and my… changes.”

Her Doctor let out a scoff, dropping into her own chair without much grace, nimble fingers undoing the buttons to reveal the rather fine clothing underneath. Despite the chaos and clutter of the lab, the rest of the manor was a sign of the status of her Doctor. As such, she often wore men’s fashion, proper men’s attire. She would wear women’s fashion if the situation called for it, or if she felt the desire, but more than not, she wore men’s fashion. She even cut her hair short.

Kagome always found that it suited her Doctor, even if the small staff of maids and butlers considered it off and awkward. There were paintings and portraits when she was younger and as a ‘proper lady’, but honestly, either looked suited the woman.

“The world is changing and people need to accept that. How they can accept soldiers returning from war with battle scars but not women that survive accidents is utterly unacceptable.” brows furrowed as she stood up and flung her lab coat at a nearby sofa, so she could prepare a plate of food. “Science is showing the people so much, changing everything, so they need to commit to those changes.”

Nodding her head, Kagome understood the truth as she had been so fascinated in what science was proving each and every day, even as her family scoffed and attempted to remind her of their values and traditions. And now she was literally living proof. Seeing a plate being placed before her, she blinked back into the present. “Doctor, what are you doing? This is for you!”

Lips curling, her Doctor smirked. “I know for a fact, that you always wait to eat until after I have.” shaking her head, she prepared her own place. With a full smile, she placed a napkin across her lap before reaching for her utensils. “And how many times have I told you to call me by my name?”

“But-!” while she agreed with the changes brought on by science, she was still a stickler for respecting one’s station in life, and her Doctor was adamant that she not be referred to by the title she inherited simply because she was born into a life with land, money, and power.

“Tut-tut! Repeat after me, Ha-Ru-Hi.” seeing that she was hesitant, she made a show of pushing her plate away. “I won’t eat a bite of what I know to be your amazing cooking, until you call me by name. It has been a year now.”

Knowing that her worry for the Doctor’s easy ability to push eating aside and her desire to make sure said Doctor ate more than enough, Kagome pouted. Puffed out cheeks took on a blush when she earned a laugh. “...-ruhi.” turning away at yet another laugh.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that.” with another show, her Doctor leaned in close, presenting her profile as she tucked some hair behind her ear. “Could you repeat that?”

“...” pursing her lips, Kagome let out a huff as she clenched at the material of her skirts. “Haruhi!”

“Ha-ha-ha!” the laughter had her blushing all the harder. “Good, good!”

Their supper was filled with idle chatter, it was comfortable, even if she did jump at the thunder and lightning. Despite that, she was the most relaxed she had been in a long time.

“You still afraid of storms?” Haruhi’s question wasn’t teasing or belittling, but held actual concern.

Nodding her head, she pressed her right hand to her left arm, gently squeezing just above her elbow. “...a little. My left arm and leg also hurt during storms.” the moment the words left her mouth, Haruhi was once again in doctor mode, getting up and approaching her carefully from the left.

“They do? Why haven’t you said something earlier?” her actions were gentle as she raised her left hand, carefully removing the glove. “Is it your entire arm, or somewhere specific?”

Stuttering, she pressed her knuckles to her mouth. “Just-just above my elbow on my arm, a-and near my- my hip for my leg.”

“So, where the scars are at.” her words were hushed as she asked her to do this and that with her hand and wanting to know if the pained got better or worse. “And why you haven’t said anything earlier?”

Shrugging as best as she could while being examined, Kagome blinked before she realized that Haruhi was kneeling on the floor and going to examine her leg now. “K-Krieger said it was normal. His- his own leg acts up in aut-autumn!” blush growing, she flinched at the sensation of the hand sliding up her calf while the other gentle moved her foot this way and that.

Nodding her head, Haruhi stood up, brows still furrowed. “Would you be willing to show my the scars? I want to make sure they’re alright.”

Lips pursed tightly, Kagome waited before finally relented and nodded her head. “I- I guess.” standing up, she removed her blouse. The dark fabric was clutched to her chest, an attempt to maintain her modesty with standing in chemise. Her eyes lingered on her left arm, specifically the scar. It circled her entire arm, the flesh raised where Haruhi had stitched. And while most would consider the scar horrifying, what had shocked her the most when she first saw her left arm, were the two distinctive tones of skin. Above the scar showed, even in a year of wearing long sleeves, skin that it had seen much sunshine. Below the scar, however, was obviously paler. The same was with her leg.

It wasn’t until she could stay awake for long periods of time, did Haruhi tell her the truth behind her left arm and leg; they had belonged to her sister. Through some feat of scientific breakthrough and perhaps divine intervention, Haruhi had successfully transplanted limbs from one person onto another.

They weren’t the only change, after the bandages first came off, she raced to the first mirror. The shock of seeing her arm and leg had been more than she could take, but when she saw her face, she nearly fainted. There were shocks of white now running through her hair, and the eyes staring back at her were now icy blue instead of the warm browns that her mother used to say reminded her of her father.

“You’ve run off in your mind again.” a soft, warm hand cupped her cheek. Haruhi showed honest concern. “Are you alright? Is it the nightmare? I know a doctor that is making leaps and bounds when it comes to mental problems and disorders.”

Smiling, she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m alright. I am doing much better than before.”

Haruhi shook her head, a small smile as she took hold of Kagome’s free hand. “You’re so quick to defend anyone on the staff, especially when those that deliver our goods and produce take to teasing and harassing the maids. Even if they recoil when they first see you.” her other hand cupped her chin at the flinch of the reminder. “They’re fools, for not seeing how beautiful you really are, inside and out.”

Raising her hand, she touched the corner of an eye. “They… they say my eyes scare them, and they’re not wrong. They’re cold, and harsh, and look dead.” they were a reason why she kept both her head and eyes down. Even the others used to flinch in the beginning, but that changed once she and the other staff got to know each other. It was when outsiders got involved that reminded her that she was different. Perhaps even a monst-!

Her blouse fluttered to the ground when she dropped it in favour to press her fingers to her lips, rearing back in utter confusion. Had Haruhi just kiss her?

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t.” while her words her stern, her tone was soft. “Yes, you’ve changed since the accident and the death of your sister. But those fools are blind. Your eyes are not cold, or harsh, or dead. Quite the opposite, in fact. When you’re angry, particularly towards those delivery men who upset you. Your eyes remind me of the first snowfall then. When you’re happy and smiling and laughing, they look like a clear blue sky on a hot summer day, it almost hurts to look, but the beauty keeps you locked all the same.”

Kagome felt her cheeks warm, the warmth growing the more she spoke. Her heart was pounding, she had no idea that Haruhi paid the much attention to her.

Haruhi’s hand moved to cup her cheek, expression softening. “And when you blush, they remind me of my favourite flowers when they first bloom in spring.” having her entire attention, Haruhi smiled, her own cheeks showing a hint of a blush, before she leaned in and shared another sweet kiss. It lasted a few moments, perhaps even minutes, it was hard to tell as her mind was a complete blank. Finally, Haruhi pulled back, “You’re beautiful, and if I have to, I will be more than happy to remind you every day.”

Heart pounding, she could only stand there stunned at how the evening unfolded. “...I… I would like that.” feeling entirely too bashful, she ducked her head down out of habit.

“Glad to hear that.” piece spoken, Haruhi quickly ducked down to pick up the fallen blouse, assisting Kagome in putting it back on. “It’s been a long day, I think you’ll be happy to hear that I wish to retire for the night at a proper time.”

Giggling, Kagome fixed her blouse, giggling in surprise and delight when Haruhi tucked her arm with her own and began leading her out of the lab. If asked, she would admit that she was nervous, but she was also highly excited at what the future could possibly hold for her now.

AN: A little something that's been a long time in the making. This is the first of a collection where on Halloween, a AO3 exclusive will be posted.

[nyanashima]

MC with OCD (Nowdateables + Luke)

More self-indulgent headcanons lmao

Luke is platonic obvs that is my son

Content warnings: contamination and symmetry/perfection obsessions, self-destructive compulsions. Stay safe ❤️

Diavolo

Another one that did his homework. He didn’t have enough time to research as extensively as Lucifer, but he’s got the Sparknotes version of your mental illness

He means well, but because he’s never encountered a human with OCD before, he treats you half like a startled deer and half like a baby.

The startled deer portion: He observes and is very careful with you. He doesn’t want to accidentally trigger anything, so he’s noticeably walking on eggshells for the first little bit. This will fade as he gets to know you

The baby portion: He wants to be helpful and welcoming so bad that it’s a little smothering. Barb will tell him to cool it, but he’ll still check in occasionally to see if you need anything

Supportive supportive supportive. Dia makes that VERY clear. He'll do anything to make you more comfortable

Since he knows about it before you even come into the exchange program, he’ll probably be more accommodating to everyone

TL;DR He’s really sweet, he can just be a bit much sometimes lol

“If you are in need of accommodations, I would be more than happy to personally discuss them with you. Everyone at RAD deserves to be on the same playing field.”

Barbatos

Like Diavolo and Lucifer, Barb is well-informed

He's much more chill than Dia, though

Lets you know that personal and academic accommodations are available once you fall step through the portal, and goes about normally after that. He's a clean guy, so he figures it's probably fine unless he sees you're upset

Tells Diavolo to tone it down if he’s making you feel singled out

As a perfectionist, Barb an certainly sympathize with contamination or symmetry obsessions

If he sees you doing any harmful compulsions (eg. Using bleach wipes on yourself), it’s IMMEDIATE concern

Invites you over for a baking session to get to know each other/hang out if you’re already close

As a butler, he knows countless cleaning/sanitization alternatives. Takes the opportunity to teach you safer ways to placate your brain

“We would like you to feel as welcome and accepted as possible here in the Devildom. If there is any assistance we can provide, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Solomon

You tell him and he’s like, "Oh. Okay."

It's mostly business as usual, but he'll do stuff to help if you ask for it.

It's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't see it as a big deal. To him, it's like saying you're anemic.

Really patient and accommodating. Doesn't mind showering and changing into clean clothes before sitting down on your bed. He knows how hard it is to be vulnerable with someone, so he's happy you feel comfortable enough to ask that of him

Once you're close, if he notices it's bothering you, he'll ask if you'd like to try magical treatments for it 

Those may go awry and end up turning you into a frog at first, but hey, it's the thought that counts

Either way, he gets to research something and help his friend/partner, and you get some much-needed relief. Win-win.

If he’s gonna mess with you, he’ll make sure to do it symmetrically

So if you fall asleep around him, you’re getting TWO Sharpie penises on your face instead of just one <3

“Ah, I see. You know, I don’t have much personal experience with those sorts of things— at least not in recent years. Would you mind if I picked your brain?”

Simeon

Also low-key, but still thoughtful

If he knows you’re visiting, he’ll do a quick tidy and give commonly used objects a wipe-down

After seeing Luke's travel hand sanitizer, he gets matching ones for the three of you and starts carrying it around

Somehow forgot that he's always wearing gloves so he mainly brings it for you lol

Pulls an all-nighter researching OCD so he can understand and help you better

Realizes there isn’t much good media representation for it, and starts to ask you about your experiences

Huh, that’s weird, his newest novel’s protagonist has OCD. What a coincidence (lying)

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make things a little easier.”

Luke

I love this sweet boy with all my heart

SUPER mindful of your triggers if you tell him

Basically rearranges all of the Purgatory Hall common spaces AND his room if he knows you’re coming over. Barks orders at Simeon and Solomon lmao

Like Levi, he’ll get a special blanket for you to use/sit on

Clips a travel hand sanitizer to his bag, just in case. It’s mainly for you to use but he will also use it if he wants to hold hands 🥺

Everything he bakes for you will be in even numbers

He really goes above and beyond to make sure you’re comfortable

“Oh, I’ve heard of that! I didn’t realize you had it, MC. Let me know if I can help, mmkay?”

[krimsonkatt]

Zenith Von Zerithia (Final Apocolyptis Ver)

Zenith Von Zerithia, a party member and major character in my game Chronicles Meteorfall. She is the incredibly beautiful catgirl duchess of the city-state of Zerithia, a city run almost entirely by friendly monsters. She is not a beastkin, but rather a rare type of alfar called a "Cait Sithe", alfar that specialize in transformation magick but otherwise are average in every type of magick, unlike the other tribes which are heavily specialized. She is spunky, friendly, and kind of tomboyish, the complete opposite of what her delicate princess-like appearance would tell you. And oh, she HATES being called delicate, so try that around her and you're sure to get a proper ass-wooping. She starts a relationship with Tayo halfway through the game, and is the most impacted by Tayo's sacrifice at the end of the game, especially since she is pregnant with Tayo's child. She is incredibly strong, able to hold a massive battleaxe with one hand. She is also incredibly agile and quick on her feet, doubly so since she always wears her poofy princess-like ballgown, high heels, and gloves everywhere she goes. Her boobs are an F-cup and she's very proud of them.

Her mother was killed in a bandit raid on Zerithia 4 years ago, and thus has inherited her family's wealthy estate and their special power to purify monsters of their evil instincts. She possesses two maids and a butler, Felicia, Flora, and Jacob, with Jacob being a former human to willingly transformed himself into an eternally-young vampire to care for Zenith past his old age. After the destruction of Zerithia Zenith rebuilt it using the help of a bunch of monsters Zenith purified, who then came to inhabit the rebuild Zerithia.

Zenith's S-Class is the Empress, arguably the most powerful of all the S-Classes. Why is this? Well, the Empress has a certain passive art known as "Beast Lore." With this art equipped Zenith can learn nearly ANY enemy art used on her and after equipping the newly learned art onto one of her skill slots while Beast Lore is equipped, use them herself. This is the only way to access various powerful enemy-exclusive arts such as the "Break" and "Guard" line of spells, and with the MASSIVE selection of additional arts at Zenith's fingertips with Beast Lore Zenith can fit literally any role you can imagine and do it far better than anyone else. It just takes A OT of grinding and refightng bosses in the dream realm to get there.

The Empress' other arts are no slouch either. Many of these arts are garnered to always land a critical hit, making it incredibly easy to build up press turns with these arts. Other arts like Royal Wave and Pixie Dust have more niche uses, but are still incredibly powerful. The Empress' talent art is "Beastdancer", a powerful art that allow all allies attacks, including magick, to always crit for a single turn. The Empress wields swords, axes, and fists.

Zenith's S-Talents include Furious Fists and Melody of Purity. Furious Fists is unlocked from the second Zenith is available and deals smash damage to one foe 4 times based on level, afterward granting power charge to all allies. Melody of Purity is unlocked by merely STARTING Zenith's EX Quest, which is a move that allows you to instantly pacify any enemy inflicted with Baetylus' curse. It can also be used at will during talk conversations, even with the art is not equipped. Zenith is the character with by far the easiest S-Talents to unlock, though her ultimate weapon and ultimate class take by far the most effort out of any character with an extremely lengthy and in-depth EX Quest. Stacy is the only character that comes close to the complexity in unlocking her S-Class, S-Talents, and ultimate weapon. Zenith's ultimate weapon is the Werebuster, an axe that always lands critical hits when attacking.

Like all alfar Zenith has the ability to transform into a tiny winged insect-like version of herself called a fairy. With her talents as a cait-tribe alfar she can also transform other people around her into fairies too, albeit only for 5 minutes at a time. However, fairy form has the cost of turning anyone transformed into a girl, as fairies are exclusively female. (normal alfar can be male or female) If fairy form is used for too long at a time (around a day or two) an alfar can become stuck in their fairy form forever and become unable to turn back to regular size. These "pureblood alfar" as they're called tend to form their own communities separate from other alfar. Since pureblood alfar are all one gender they cannot normally procreate, so they instead pollinate flowers to birth new fairies from them.

[angelbunny-arts]

Before the bad boys revealed their skins I had headcanons about what there styles would be because I imagined that they would all choose to dress as over the top stereotypical badboys but in different unique ways 

Joel street punk/grunge wearing a leather jacket with a lot of spikes and pockets also cool sunglasses “given” to him by bdubs which bdubs got from gems sun cult also baggy pants that are just jimmys that he unnecessarily knifed in front of him for fun saying it was for style 

Inspiration Danny from grease and Sam from Danny phantom 

Jimmy pastel goth/scene kid he dyed his hair neon blue because I saw a picture of him with blue hair and he asked Scott for the teal dye he wears fingerless gloves that he cut himself he’s very proud of that and skinny jeans which are just Joel’s but they don’t fit and on his fist are truly a absurd number of bracelets 

Inspiration Neighthan Rot from monster high and avril lavigne

Grian he chose Victorian goth/steam punk but he didn’t feel like going out of his way so he got some suspenders and a ruffled shirt also stole scars top hat and some inventor goggles he swiped from a hermit because there is no shortage of mad scientist types on hermit craft and he called it a day 

Inspiration Entrapta from she ra and Ciel Phantomhive from black butler

Oh that is fantastic- I did try making my designs have their own theming to them myself, I mainly waited until the skins were revealed to make any solid decisions

like for Joel I tried to lean way into like,,, punk biker type beat?? I imagine he put the most about of effort into this bad boy persona so I tried to go all out with his design

For Tim honestly I had him be a bit softer? If that’s the word. he tried, but his fit ended up being a bit more silly than the others. I mainly looked at streetwear for his I believe.

I’m honestly upset at myself for not thinking of scene kid Tim earlier hey mind if I steal that thank youuu he would absolutely wear candi and love it

And like you said, my Grian didn’t really put all that much effort into his fit either. he just kinda slapped on a leather jacket and some darker pants and called it a day- the platforms were given to him by,, somebody maybe Joel because he didn’t “look cool enough”

I wILL say though that the idea of steampunk Grian is very cool I am not immune to the steampunk brainrot

All in all I tried having them be very cringefail silly guys trying to be bad boys grrr