#lailah: girl talk girl talk!

[lastthroes]

this has been in my to-post list for too long almost a year. thank you v for sharing this one with me 🙏 it changed my brain chemistry as it's usually said

anyway, a rough translation:

lailah: even though i wanted to have a girl talk with everyone once we were in bed together… edna: the one i'm interested in the most among the guys? i'm surprised you enjoy talking about those things lailah: you don't, edna? edna: there's no one that interests me. the one i love most is eizen, of course lailah: is that so…

[lildoodlecat]

Like I knoooow the canon says that Lailah didn’t know when they first met but imagine if she DID. Like she sees them both in Ladylake and realises instantly especially because of Mikleo and just. wonders...

RIGHTT like the resemblance at least has gotta be noticeable

And embarking on the quest Knowing 🤔🤔 I'm very curious how she would handle that bc in the game she has time with them before, and iirc we aren't told she knows until she speaks to Zenrus abt it -- vs if she knew who they were right away

I wonder if she would still have let Sorey form the pact at all, or if it would be something she'd have to rationalize doing anyway bc of the hellions. There's SO much opportunity for extra internal conflict on her part bc of this eurgh I'm fucking chewing on this it would be so interesting!!!!!!

And Mikleo becoming a sub lord.. again raises the question of would she let him?? And if she did I imagine that doing so knowing who he is even if he's a seraph now would weigh so much guilt on her -- what is she meant to do, between aiding the shepherd's journey for the sake of the world vs her personal connection and compassion. Bc there's no way she'd WANT to pull these two back into the cycle their parents fell victim to, and why did it have to be them.

Why did it have to be that Sorey was the one with the ability and the drive to take up the shepherd's mantle, and why did Michael's seraph reborn son/nephew (depending on what canon you subscribe to lmao) have to be the one by his side, willing to bear the burden too

CAN YOU IMAGINEE

Seeing the similarities and unable not to compare mikleo to michael, and to compare the experience of being micheal's prime lord to being Sorey's

Just!!!!!!!! She already has a guilt thing going on but this would make it so much worse <3

Ough and the deflectinggg SHE ALREADY DOES IT SO MUCH IN CANON she would definitely be so fucking evasive abt it if the story still proceeded similarly and I would be sooo curious bc surely there would be Hints.. like oh. idk. watching mikleo while she Thinks and then looking away :)) or something like that :)))))

V I would be very curious to hear your extended thoughts as well bc her knowing right away could DEFINITELY drastically affect how those first encounters and the subsequent future goes rather than just the smaller stuff I've been yelling abt,,

[also linking the art that sparked this discussion for archival purposes and whatnot]

[niniluvsainz]

the alchemy ☽ gr63

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in which... she turned him into gold, the most prized possession of hers that he will never let go.

george russell x fem!reader

warnings... cursing

faceclaim... emilia mernes

author’s note… my first ttpd fic!! i’ve rushed through this for sure, but i just wanted to get something out! there will absolutely be more to come in the near future!

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[vqrtualheartss]

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖" — 𝑬42 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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Do not question why the time is going so fast part two

Yes, your friends are low-key bimbos but they book n street smart

Y'all I'm so happy that my page is growing 🥹 I love y'all fr

—Warnings: I have never been outside this country so I am NOT familiar with Brooklyn slang., Use of N word —hence why the title says it's for black readers

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 | Throughout Brooklyn Visions you were known as 'antisocial' —always wearing a mask even after the end of COVID, never at a party or a school function, 'dead socials', and the one that seals the deal: never seen with a boy.— Truth is you weren't even like that, up in that school the way everyone thinks is basically copied and pasted and not in a good way. It wouldn't take much to be viewed differently and not being too interested in interacting with almost anybody, you just kept to yourself. And no, this isn't some typical white highschool movie where you're bullied and apart of some loser, nerd squad, if anything it was far from that. Y'know those pretty, melanin-queen it-girls? Yeah, that's your crew, don't get it twisted though, you weren't some 'accessory friend' used by them —you we're just as pretty if not more— but you've seen how guys treat pretty girls in comparison to those "average" and who would want to be with someone like that? Definitely not you

It was the day before the mid-term break and your friends —Shadae, Nia, Kiara and Lailah— were nowhere to be found. Coming to the conclusion that they were at a party being held for whatever reason an exasperated sigh left your body closing your locker. "So that's really what they doing now? It's their lives soo if they don't care why should I?"

The sun's rays barely illuminated the hallway being hid behind clouds, playing into the gloomy theme. Walking through the large, empty spaces, head held straight going to your third/fifth class, you noticed someone staring at you through your peripheral vision—Miles Morales. A little introduction on him, he was apart of a group basically the male version of yours, minus you. Girls gushed at him, sliding notes into his locker and stuff, typical party animal, you heard through rumours that he hooks up with a new girl every other week. One would think it's false news cause that sounds absolutely atrocious but they came prepared with receipts ―But even those could be made up― and to no surprise, there were girls wanting to be one of his bi-weekly flings. Come to say though, it was a little weird how his gaze situated on you as you walked but you decided to brush it off as nothing. There's no way you could see yourself interacting with him. Ever.

In class

Since it was the last day so far all teachers gave a free period. As usual, you remained silent scrolling through whatever the media had to offer, even though having admitted that it was a boring ritual, you refrained to do otherwise. Time passed and the bell rung with you not wasting a second getting out the door, stuff already packed.

Moving along the steps going down to the next classroom, the deafening screech of the intercom went off as the minority of students covered their ears including yourself waiting for it to end, seeing a person take down their hands, everyone did too before the announcement went off.

"Attention students and staff: In light of the reduced teaching activities and productive learning for the day, we have made the decision to conclude school early. We believe that providing you with this extra time will allow you to enjoy a well-deserved break. Make the most of this unexpected opportunity and enjoy your extended free time!"

The halls erupted with cheers, laughter and talking as people made their way outside the school, although intending to head straight home, a few necessary stops to some stores had to be made before doing so. Heading out, you opened the phone still in your hand to make a list of things that came up to mind

Braiding hair

Gummy Wax

Bonnet

More coconut watrdf

"The fuck?" The words slipped from my mouth under a whisper at the sudden jolt of my body -can't even write a list in this school-, looking back I saw someone holding onto my arm, stopping me from going outside. It was Miles, -what could he ever want from me?- my eyebrow lifted, "hm?" "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you" he released his hand off my body, leaning on a locker with his bag hanging off his shoulder "Um okay, about what?" I crossed my arms, noticing his eyes widened slightly before returning to their natural, slightly seductive state. "You actually talk?" "Nope" Trying to escape, he caught onto my hand, our eyes piercing into the others before he added "Alright that one was my fault, but I just wanted to ask if you're doing alright"

I glanced over his shoulder, searching for his friends, a camera, or any signs of people giggling, this had to be some sort of prank. Finding nothing, I gave in -one conversation can't hurt right?- "Yea I am, why do you ask?" "I didn't see your friends- wait" he tilted his head towards the door, hinting for us to go outside "You ain't tryna be seen with me or you good right here? " I looked around the room, dragging a hand down my face acknowledging the little clusters of people staring. Facing him again, I nodded and together we made our way out.

"So where we going first? Am I getting punk'd? I saw the lil' list you had" Rubbing his palms together, he anticipated my response as we crossed the road. Using my hand as a sun blocker, I squinted before answering

"You're very nosy and I will be-" "We" I stood taking a good look at the boy, blinking slowly. Realizing that he didn't plan on going anywhere else I caved in, "We will be going to the hair supply store first" he smiled at my renewed sentence.

"His dimples are cute- " "Nah shut the fuck up actually." "But he is though"

Shaking away the thoughts going back and forth with themselves, I focused my attention back to Miles who was already looking at me. To be fair, I was still skeptical of the sudden interactions and wanting to waste no one's time, I went straight toward my point. "What do you want? If you want something with one of my friends I can give it to you y'know" I kid you not when I say that this boy burst out laughing.

He held a hand at his chest before we stopped walking "That's what you think of me f'real?" I shrugged replying "That's what I think of most of them" I made a popping noise with my mouth, his hands digging deeper into the jacket's pockets. A playful smirk dancing on his face as he bit his lip, he was fine and I'm sure he knew it― Girl, no

Still standing, I continued. "Word in the street says that you copping a new chick every two weeks" he narrowed his eyes as I loosened my bag straps. "I be in the streets everyday and I never heard that" crossing his arms, he sent me a jest-filled glare before continuing " and how YOU hearing what's going on in these streets Miss Mysterious?" He pointed at me in the middle of his sentence to which I scratched my neck nervously with my index finger, avoiding any eye contact. Finishing his sentence he urged for my response with a "huh?" before looking down at me with half closed eyes, still chewing on his bottom lip

Counting on my fingers, I started to explain myself "Okay one, I don't gossip but the friends I hang around do and I have working ears, so what? And number two, I have a name sir" "Are you going to tell me it?" "It's (y/n)" "Well, (y/n) to answer your first question. Your crew? Nah, they okay but you though, you caught my eye. And I ain't trying to serve up that 'you're unique' cliché but real shit, that's what got me wanting to talk with you" "Okay I'm sure I'm not that interesting" my hands now rested on the curve of my hips, blankly looking at Miles who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. "Let me be the judge of that, tell me more about you"

I shook my head as I went to approach the other side of the pole he was on, worst mistake . He yanked me by my bag, dragging me over to his side as he stared at me with wide eyes "we don't do that shit around here" he extended his hand , pointing to the path infront him.

I looked back at him in disbelief, my eyes and eyebrows being the only features to express my astonishment, looking at my half expression, he laughed. "My bad, just please use your sense next time" "You talk too much, we need to get going" he raised his hands in defense "Alright ma'am" I rubbed my temple smiling underneath my mask, my lips making some type of imprint beneath it

Walking there was pretty interesting, getting bombarded with questions about myself and not about my friends. It was the first time I'd actually had a conversation with someone outside my circle, and you know what? It wasn't half bad. I found myself laughing and smiling at something that wasn't some dumb cat falling and it was quite nice.

Approaching the door and opening it, I joked "Ladies first" "Oh so you got jokes now? Guess I'm rubbing off on you" Rolling my eyes whilst walking inside, he wiped away an imaginary tear entering the store behind me. Taking a quick stroll through the aisles I saw Miles taking up some stuff too —some combs, wax, and a durag—

Shopping didn't go so smooth for me though, being stuck between three colours to choose from —1B, 30 and 350—."What's up?" Standing clueless, Miles came over to my area, positioning himself beside me, waiting for me to say something. Raising my hands with the braiding hair before slapping them on my thighs lightly, I complained "I can't choose" Taking the hair from my hands he started to put each one beside my head before speaking "You'd look like a doll in this one, go for it"

While he returned the hair back to their original positions except the one he picked —which was colour 30— I raised my eyebrows, internally questioning his choice of words before speaking up "you have such a smooth mouth don't you?" Crossing my hands as I gave him a mild, sidelong glance traced with amusement that turned into confusion when he placed his hand atop his head, biting his lip. "I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my God I'm the man" Mouth agape, I dragged a hand over my mask to stifle the laughter "Alright cool cool I get it, you spit lyrics like that. Get up" "shoulda known it's been that way, now let's go. We have more stuff to buy" He took two more packs of hair before we walked over to the cashier — the place where I had to find out how stubborn this boy is—

"Let me pay for it" "No, it's my stuff. I'm more than fine paying"

The cashier cleared her throat, annoyed at our 5-minute long bickering

"Oh sorry, here-" I shuffled inside my bag for my purse, completely oblivious to whatever Miles was doing "Here" "Thank you" I looked up hearing the cashier's words, completely shocked that Miles Morales, a 17 year old just handed the woman a black card. It must be nice.

Bagging the items he turned to face me, "See, I told you I'll pay" "Here, I'll pay you-" "No, think of it as.. a us becoming friends gift, plus we have more things to buy so save up"

Stretching my mouth underneath my nose I teased "Who said we're friends" he deadpanned while handing me my own bag with items "Don't play with me. I know your favourite colours, music, food, and more. I'm real friend material" I laughed at his reaction, not to mention his remix on the "real wifey material" part.

But he was right though, we had more places to be, taking out my phone to check the updated list we comprised together, glancing at the time, I cursed 4:48 PM. "Shit um, I really have to go home. Bye, and thank you" my words dragged themselves louder as I ran down the road waving at him frantically.

You hurried along your usual route back home, "Why the rush?" Well, the aim was to snag a 5 PM package. It might sound like a flimsy excuse to part ways with Miles knowing that girls would kill you in the armor of envy for him, but the package would be returned to facility if not claimed and who wants to wait months again? He'd understand. After securing the package you went home, fortunately enough it started to rain, the pattering of the droplets masking the sound of your attempts sneaking into your room to avoid any confrontation from your parents.

Usually when it rained you found the atmosphere peaceful— having been in a night gown with your bonnet on— but this time, it felt different. For some unknown reason you couldn't shake Miles off your mind—the sensual energy that radiated from him, his seductive stare he always wore or the husky laughs that echoed between you two— Everything about him was alluring, slowly drawing you in and you did not like it.

Miles, on the other hand didn't suppress his feelings, having to physically wipe the smiles and cut the laughter he created each time he thought about you. Ironic enough, he hadn't a clue what it was about you that had him this way. Shit, he doesn't even know how you look. He was sure of however, what it would take to even have a chance at holding your hand given the rumours that you've heard about him, but he was hell-bent on giving it a try.

[lizzy-theshyone]

The Fake King's Desire

a/n: Before I put this little piece of smut here, a few words. This is set after the events of the Beelzebub Bloodshed card so it might contain spoilers and it is written out of my MC's perspective (Please feel free to read it out of your perspective and your traits! Plus I do think there must be some sort of consequences for MC giving someone the Kiss of Life (I made sure that the story of the card said 'Kiss of Life' so I read it again because I wasn't sure anymore!) And now Lailah feels a little drained in this one. So please enjoy! <3

summary: After hooking up with Avisos's Wandering King, who was close to death, ended in a heartbreak for Lailah , she is still taken care of in Avisos since she still suffers the cosequences of the kiss of life, but with Bael's help, everything will be alright.

cw: Olfactophilia, oral sex, pussy eating, kind of self-destructive behaviour

wordcount: 3098

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It has been a few days since Lailah gave Beelzebub the Kiss of Life as an attempt to save him. She didn’t mind the kiss itself, only the price she paid for that. After Amon escorted her away from the graveyard back to the festival, she collapsed on the way there. Only to wake up, feeling drained, in the same room she got ready for the said festival. Since then she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Nobody was allowed in the room. Not Stolas, not Naberius and not even Amon even though she was ready to adopt him. The young woman wanted to deal with that alone. Not only with her energy drained but with her broken heart as well.

She didn’t know when she fell for the Devil King of Gluttony but he was charming, mysterious, good in bed and had an unbelievable nice scent. But after Halloween she knew, she could never be with him, simply because he didn’t want her to be in danger because of him.

Lailah checked her phone once again for any messages of Beelzebub only to be disappointed and even more heartbroken than before.

“I would have been surprised if he contacted you. Beel barely even contacts me…” it was Bael who spoke to her, walking over to the bed and sat down on it, observing the human on the bed, but Lailah huffed and turned away.

“I said, I want to be alone, Bael… I don’t want company…” Her voice was a little bit shaky as she was about to cry again. She didn’t want to admit, that she checked for a message from Beelzebub. When she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, the purple haired woman laid on her stomach and cried into the pillow. Why did Beelzebub tell her, that he loved her when he couldn’t be with her? That was plain wrong!

When he heard Lailah sob, Bael’s heart dropped to his stomach. The devil knew how much she loved his best friend, since she always asked him for advice, but with each sob, he grew more and more angry with Beelzebub. He was his King and his best friend but treating the Daughter of Solomon like that was anything but right. Bael held himself back when it came to Lailah, because she was something Beelzebub liked. He always put Beel first but in that moment he regretted it deeply, especially when he saw the girl cry like this.

“Lailah…” Bael addressed her and took a deep breath before continuing “Let… Let me help you feel better… I know I’m not Beel but I want to help you…” He looked at her and waited for a reaction. He sighed, turned away and wanted to get up when he felt Lailah move around.

“How?” her voice was hoarse and shaky, like that of a child who got lost and can’t find their parents. The fake king looked right into those red puffy eyes with their mismatched colors that were usually covered by contact lenses and frowned: “I… want to give you the Devil Energy. It will help you dealing with the consequences you’re facing because of the Kiss of Life. Like I mentioned before, I know I’m not Beel, but I want to try it at least, if you’re fi-“

Lailah cut him off with a heated kiss. She wanted to be with Beelzebub, yes, but in the current state she was in, she would do anything to make her feel better, even if it meant to fuck his best friend. She cupped Bael’s face with her hands and pulled him closer, shivers ran down her spine as she felt his gloved hands on her exposed waist. With every passing second, the kiss got more and more heated. When Bael broke away from the kiss, the purple haired woman let out a needy whine but when he kissed her again, she noticed that he had removed his sunglasses and his crown, she moaned softly into the heated kiss which allowed the blonde to slip his tongue into her mouth, letting it dance with hers. Her eyes rolled back at that, making her grab his hair to pull on it lightly and by that she got a groan out of the devil she was making out with. His hands on her waist kept her where he wants the girl to be, so he pulled her closer to himself which Lailah didn’t mind at all, letting him do it.

“I am fine with it… You gave me the Devil Energy once. I’ll be grateful if you do it again, Bael…” Lailah whispered against his lips when she broke away, before capturing them in another kiss. She tugged on his clothes, wanting him to take them off. And he did that, he took off the coat hanging from his shoulders and sliding the vest off afterwards, but for Lailah it was not enough. The young woman tried to remove the tight black bodysuit he was wearing and he gladly helped her doing so. After that Bael started to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline down to her neck.

“Fuck… you smell so good.” Bael mumbled as he kissed her neck and took in her scent. Lailah felt the replacement king’s breath fanning against her skin as she tried to pull the bodysuit down, but it seemed like the blonde had different plans. As she continued to pull down the bodysuit, Bael pulled away from her and took her shirt off. He looked at her stomach, the words ‘Beel’s Property’ were written on her stomach. She noticed that Bael shook his head as he continued to undress the Descendant of Solomon, revealing her body to him. The prominent blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her either.

“Enjoying what you see, Bael?” she asked him, looking him straight in the eyes with her lust clouded ones. Lailah knew exactly how to get him riled up as she lifted her legs so that he had access to the area he desired the most: the back of her knees. She noticed how he tried to hold himself back, to restrain himself from giving in to his desire, but Bael was weak. She yelped when she felt his tongue against the back of her left knee. She shuddered due to the unfamiliar yet known feeling of his tongue on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall, enjoying the unusual sexual encounter with Bael. The devil looked at her with desire in his eyes while he licked up the sweat from that area.

“You did that on purpose… for fucks sake…” the replacement king mumbled between kisses as he went up her thigh to her private parts. Lailah was all he had on his mind. The closer he got to her dripping wetness, the harder it got for him to control himself. The scent from her wet entrance drove him wild, drool was pooling underneath his tongue before he decided to let his tongue attack her folds, causing Lailah to moan out loudly and to grab the sheets underneath her. The Daughter of Solomon cursed underneath her breath as she felt nothing but pleasure, indulging herself in this bittersweet, yet immorally desire. Without any shame, the purple haired female vocalized clearly how good Bael made her feel. She couldn’t care less about other people hearing her, she just wanted to feel better after her heart got broken. She knew it was unfair towards Bael, but then again, did he care? Did he care, that she only did this to feel better? Then again it was his idea, he offered this to her.

Lailah looked at the devil who was busy licking up the wetness of her pussy, only to find him staring at her, as he probably tried to read her reactions.

“Sh-shit… Bael! D-don’t stop!”, she demanded and grabbed his hair while she threw her head back into the pillow. The sound of approval the devil made while having his tongue on her clit, got a moan out of her. Her lewd sounds drove him wild and the sweet scent of her arousal fogged his mind. Bael was determined to make her cum, he wanted to taste her juices on his tongue. He let his tongue dance over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, teasing her while he looked at her, watching her facial expression twist with pleasure. Additional to his tongue on her clit, the blonde devil decided to take off his gloves and pushed two fingers inside of Lailah’s dripping wet pussy, eliciting a moan out of her. He concentrated on pleasuring her, he wanted to make her to feel good, he wanted to make her forget the pain in her heart.

With a steady rhythm he pumped his fingers in and out of Lailah, while he licked and sucked on the little bundle of nerves which was already swollen from the female’s arousal.

“I’m close. Fuck, s-so good~!”, Lailah moaned out, her head tossing and turning, which tangled up her hair, making it a mess. She pushed her hips closer to his face to signal him that she wanted more, that she was ready for her climax but it seemed like he tried to delay her sweet release. A needy whine escaped her as she noticed that Bael slowed down instead of keeping the pace and it frustrated her.

“Bael, stop playing and let me cum. Please!”, she said and whimpered, her legs started to shake but it seemed like the devil eating her out had no intentions of listening and kept on slowing down, his eyes still locked on the girl. Her whimpers and moans made him hum amused. To Lailah it felt like her neediness was entertaining to him. As she let out a frustrated sigh, Bael returned to his original pace which caused the purple haired to moan again.

It took a few moments before Lailah got used to the pace again, the devil’s tongue felt good on her. A strange feeling built up in her abdomen, indicating that she could climax any time. She looked at Bael who was still looking at her face from between her thighs. The Descendant of Solomon locked eyes with the Fake King of Avisos before she threw her head back again and arched her back. A lustful scream filled the room and she pushed his head further against her private parts. The scent made Bael’s eyes roll back and got a growl out of him. He crawled up again, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. Lailah whimpered as she tasted herself on his tongue.

“I hope you like your taste as much as I do… Because to me you taste so insanely good, Lailah. Your taste, your scent… It’s all so fucking intoxicating.” Bael whispered against her lips, licking her bottom lip and chuckled. His hand moved between her legs, before he sat up and licked her juices from the fingers he had inside of her warm core. Lailah looked at him in awe when he did that, noticing how slowly he savored the taste of her and looked so incredibly hot while doing so. Her face felt hot just from watching the devil like this. It turned her on. The way he treated her differently depending on where they were. The gentlemanly behavior when they were in public had her on her knees, but him teasing her behind closed doors like that, messing with her, made her feel different. It made her feel desired and wanted, feelings she was yearning for.

“I do like the taste of myself, especially when I taste myself on someone else’s tongue.” She said in a very teasing manner, smirking at him while she was trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks felt hot and they were probably bright red but she was still mesmerized by the sight of the devil sitting between her legs, licking her juices off of his fingers. She stared at Bael’s lips, as she noticed them glistening as they were covered in a mixture of her juices and his saliva. The fact alone got her even more hot and excited.

Her legs were still shaking from the high and Bael noticed, which caused him to smirk “I see your legs are still trembling, I wonder if they tremble even more, once I am done fucking you, Lailah. I want to make you scream my name, make you drag your nails along my bare back, make you forget the pain you’re in and make you feel better.” He crawled up to her so he could have a better look on her face he put a hand on her cheek, wiping a stray tear away before he kissed her again.

“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle, like the last time…” Bael whispered softly against her lips as he lined up with the human woman’s warm and wet entrance. He stared into Lailah’s mismatched eyes before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and pushed himself into her slowly. He felt her tense up a little so he gently stroke her hair, trying to soothe her.

“I forgot how good you feel…” The Daughter of Solomon whispered as she tried to relax, taking deep breaths. The purple haired female looked at him with an apologetic smile but her eyes were still clouded with desire and lust. But the Replacement King of Avisos just shook his head, still stroking her hair.

“Don’t worry about it…I’ll make sure you’ll remember and show you once again how much I actually desire you, even though I know that I can’t have you…” Bael whispered in her ear and started to move his hips slowly to find a rhythm that would give them both a lot of pleasure. He wanted to make sure that the female underneath him felt good. His yellowish golden eyes locked on her blue and gold ones as he found a rhythm that elicited a moan out of her. Nothing on her face went by unnoticed by him, not even the small o-shape she made with her mouth. The blonde devil loved watching her face when he did this with her, almost as much as he loved to smell her.

“Bael…” Lailah whispered the name of the devil who was slowly and sensually fucking her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her nails digging into his back as she let out another moan, loud enough for people outside of the room to hear her. She felt good, amazing even, knowing she was desired and loved. She looked at him, noticing how some of his blonde strands stuck to his forehead, but when he rocked his hips forward again, another lewd sound escaped the young woman before she threw her head back. He was gentle with her, but that didn’t mean he would go easy on her.

Bael continued to move his hips in a steady rhythm and pace, grinning to himself as watched her getting lost in the moment. He decided to leave little kisses and bites all over her neck, careful enough to not leave any marks that could give away what happened between them, even though he was well aware that people were able to hear the lewd sounds of the female beneath him.

“You’re so responsive to everything. Are you really enjoying yourself this much, Lailah?” He whispered in her ear, his voice down low, sending shivers down her spine and getting another soft moan out of her. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, together with their moans and grunts as the devil keeps pleasuring them both. He could feel the young woman’s nails dig into his back as he hit a certain spot that made her scream, so he focused on that spot, knowing it drove her wild.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good, Bael. Please don’t stop.” Lailah begged, not caring if anyone heard her. She looked up at him, lust clouding her eyes and mind which made thinking straight nearly impossible. All on her mind was Bael making her feel good. It made her toes curl, her nails dug into his back as she moaned and screamed at the way she felt Bael’s length move in and out of her, hitting that certain spot. The Daughter of Solomon knew that she was close but there was something missing.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted as she felt the blonde’s fingers stimulating her clit in addition to him hitting the right spot inside of her. She tossed and turned her head, screaming as her mind went blank as she reached her orgasm, which was followed by Bael’s as well, feeling his hot load filling her up.

“Fuck… that was… amazing…” Lailah whispered breathlessly, trying to catch her breath, as Bael laid down with his head on her chest, coming down from his own high. She reached up and started to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Thank you… For giving me Devil’s Energy again…” The young woman whispered again, still playing with the male’s hair, earning herself a soft and content hum. He seemed to be pretty exhausted but she couldn’t blame him, he gave it his all to help her deal with what she was going through.

“Don’t mention it… I did it because I wanted to. And because I know it would help you getting better again…” Bael replied as he moved to lay down beside her, pulling her closer to him and kissed her forehead. He looked at her with a tired but happy expression, feeling content with the way she was laying next to him. But when he realized what he had to face after all of this, his smile disappeared and he simply pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers.

“Are you worried about Beel?” Lailah asked with a yawn, her eyes almost falling shut as she felt the devil kiss her forehead once again before he shook his head.

“No, I know how to deal with him. It’s just that it’s gonna be harder this time because it is about you. And you’re the one he desires the most, which is why I can’t have you.” Bael explained and looked at her, noticing that she fell asleep in his arms. He looked at her for a few more moments before he chuckled softly, brushing a few hair strands behind her ear.

“I love you, Lailah…” he whispered, before he fell asleep as well.

[enchanted-thestory]

Chapter Five - The Question

Angel

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I'm starting to question my decisions right about now, I am now realizing that I've just invited what is to me a total stranger into our house. 

Was this a mistake? 

There could be a very real chance that she could be lying about the whole thing and she is a spy from the other side ready to betray us at any moment. I don't want to have to kill her, she seems so nice, but I guess that won't matter if she rats us out. 

I take a peek at her trying to see if there is anything suspicious about her at all, maybe she is wearing a secret spy device or something that would be perfectly hidden under her very long black hair. She notices me looking at her and she just smiles at me. This girl is nice, maybe too nice. As soon as I have that thought I realize that I am talking like my brother and if I'm being honest that is the last thing that I want to do. Maybe I need to be more trustworthy, perhaps this is a sign to let loose a little more. 

I look up to see that we are now coming closer and closer to the house. I look over and see Marina talking to Lailah. She seems surprised about her amount of energy. People are usually surprised to see the amount of energy that Marina has, it's most likely her human side.    

  We are now facing the door and we all go quiet. I take a big sigh before saying “We're back!” 

Johnny comes from around a corner and looks at Lailah, for the first time that I've ever known him he was too stunt to speak, I'm sure that his mind has a million questions but the first thing he said was “Who is this?” 

“This is Lailah,” I say 

“Okay sure do you know that you are supposed to let people in the house know when someone is coming over for obvious reasons,” he says very clearly pissed off at me. 

“Chill, she knows I'm a demon and soon enough she was going to know that you two are humans,” I say, taking off my hat and tossing it on the couch. 

“Marina?” he now directs his gaze at my sister 

“I didn't say anything about the human bit I had my contacts on the whole time! But she knew Angel was a demon because we found her while being on a super secret mission to town 82 but she doesn't have anywhere to live so we figured that she could maybe perhaps live here?” Marina stubbles over her words. 

“I have no words,” Johnny says throwing his hands in the air 

“Johnny what are we supposed to do she has nothing we are fortunate enough to have plenty of space in this house plus she already knows the family secret. She is practically one of us!” I am trying to lighten the mood.  

Johnny thinks for a minute and then looks at her with a puzzled face. He walks over to her very slowly and says to her “My family is everything to me, my sisters have asked me to trust you to live here but if you are there are some things you have to do first”

“Yes of course” Lailah immediately says yes 

“You must never mention our secrets; whatever is in this house stays in this house. I am not going to change the way we live just because you are here now I have the right to preserve the peace of this house no matter what” 

“I promise with my life and soul that I will never mutter a word,” she says intensely, almost matching Johnny's energy perfectly, almost. 

“Another thing is that we all do our part here everyone has got to contribute in some way” 

“I was already planning to find a job first thing in the morning. I will contribute financially as well as help out around the house.” 

“Okay well then” he sighed “I guess you will be staying with us,” Johnny said hesitantly 

“Thank you, Johnny!” Marina jumps to hug Johnny; he reciprocates it by giving her a side hug. 

“Here I'll show you to your room,” I say, taking her to the guest bedroom which is now officially Lailahs room. “It's pretty empty but once you get more settled in you'll get more things eventually” 

She looks around the room in amazement “It's perfect thank you” 

In that moment I think I realized how lucky I was to be in the position that I am in, I never had to struggle financially or had a family to back me up. 

“Hey, I just realized we need to get you some clothes to come to my room. You can pick out whatever you like!” 

“Really? Are you sure?” 

“Yeah of course just for the time being, we can hit the shops sometime in the next few days so we can get you some new stuff”

“I don't have any money right now,” she says shyly 

“I'll buy it!” 

“I couldn't ask you to do that” 

“Trust me I have enough money plus I want to do this for you to show that you're not alone anymore you have me” 

She takes a long pause and then turns to smile at me 

“Thank you for everything you and your family have done for me it means more than you could ever imagine” 

I take her shoulder and she puts her hand on top of mine. I cannot help but notice that she has a puzzled look on her face. After a few moments, she looks and me and takes a deep breath

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes of course,” I say 

“Well I don't want to come off as rude but it's a different culture than mine and since I'll be living here I'd love to know as much as you'll let me but-”

“It's okay Lailah you can ask questions” I chuckle 

“I wanted to ask what was that thing with the arms that Marina did with Johnny, I thought she was attacking him at first but I guess not based on his reaction” 

“Oh!” I laugh at her reaction “No she wasn't attacking him, although he'd probably think otherwise, that was a hug” 

“A hug? What is it for?” 

“It's more like a form of affection to show that you care about someone it's a bit like a shoulder touch but it's much deeper than that, I'm not sure how to explain it,  perhaps one day you'll be able to experience it for yourself”

“Me?” she stops for a bit “I don't think I'd be able to get that close to anybody but it is a nice thought” 

I can't help but smile at her. I feel this sense of hope for the future. I want to see where this new chapter of our lives will take us, things will change around here maybe for the worse but more likely for the better. I've only known Lilah for less than a day but she already knows so much more than people I have known my whole life. My identity is sacred to me and I didn't realize that the possibility of being myself with someone who isn't my family could feel so nice. 

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Christmas update on my best girl Lailah? If there's anything more to tell, you know

Lailah, the story that this is referencing.

The problem with Lailah is that I very firmly believe that her story is best left open ended - is it a tragedy? Does she survive? Who knows!!! So unfortunately I couldn't give you anything solid as a story per se, but I hope this works? I really enjoyed writing it.

The world ended, but you knew that already.  You’re not new to this, are you? It’s good to see you alive, it’s always good to see you alive.  I hope the winter hasn’t been too cold, I hope the heels of your shoes haven’t worn through.  Mine have but it’s fine, I’ll stitch them up no worries.  Anyway, back to the end of the world. 

I’m sure you know the drill by now.  In the aftermath you’ll find, dotted all over this island, what used to be a country but isn’t anymore, hospitals, office buildings, shopping malls, service stations, all converted into homes for those left behind (although by now most of them are second or third generation, it’s been a while since the end, you see).  People grew, they changed, they gave birth and died, they settled down and formed new communities.  And twisted among these people, snaking through the buildings like wind whispers, like threads of courage, are the stories.  Thousands of stories, repeated over and over until they lose one meaning and gain another.  The heart-blood of the survivors.  Usually I’d tell you one now, something steadfast and winding that might give you hope.  But today I’m afraid I don’t have anything solid, just rumours and gossip.  Not the sorts of things people would tell at firesides, but the short accounts they toss around at midday in the five minutes of rest before they have to be somewhere. 

One community of survivors arose in what used to be a shopping centre.  They call it the Hollows and it used to be under a cruel and vicious leadership.  One dictator rose and terrorized his people for years, spewing bile and blood and rage.  He fell at the hands of another, perhaps less brutal but still ruthless, still merciless.  Like a villain in a children’s book.  Eventually the people rose up against her, unable to live one more day without living, and she was run out of town.  That’s all we know for sure. 

A number of hunters say they killed that Evil Queen as she fled from them, left her body in the woods.  No one knows if they’re telling the truth or not. 

Some say the she got away, that she ran fast enough to escape them all (some even say she did it through magic and more people believe it then you might think).  She’s hiding somewhere now, plotting her revenge.  Parents tell their kids not to go out too far, otherwise she might jump out from the bushes and snatch them and eat them all up.  Some get scared by that but most children just laugh.   

Others, older, who were there when she was in charge, just shrug their shoulders.  They don’t know if she’s alive and they don’t care.  They threw her out once, they say, they can do it again if she comes back.  If she doesn’t, all the better.  She should be getting pretty old now herself anyway, if no one lets her in she won’t be able to enter.  �� 

Sometimes rumours come from the north.  They talk about a woman at a sanctuary that used to be a hospital, a woman who looks very much like an old tyrant.  They say she’s happy now, that she draws little cartoons for the children, that she weeps a lot and laughs more, that she is quiet and kind and has secrets in her eyes that she will take to the grave.  They say if you ask she’ll just tell you that she’s trying to be better, that she’s trying to do better.  They say they’ve heard her thanking God and all that’s good that she managed to hang onto something decent inside her, she doesn’t know how but she did. 

But others say they’ve been there and never saw her there, never even heard of her. 

(If anyone remembers her real name, they don’t say it.)

I’m the teller, so I say she made it there, I say she’s happy.  I say her plan was liberation all along, to incite the people to free themselves.  After all, she used to illustrate children’s books, she knew the importance of a good villain.  She wrote a story of freedom and strength and rebellion that will be told for decades to come.  I think she gets a happy ending for that.  At the hospital her hands have finally started to feel clean again, she has forgotten how it feels to hold a gun, how it feels to wield power over those weeping terrified before her.  She has nightmares often, but her days are peaceful.  She can’t help in rebuilding the houses surrounding the Building much anymore, her back hurts too much now, but she paints the walls when she can and still cries over colours.  She had to build a world out of black and white, you see, had to fight to make sure no one ever saw the grey.  Shades still take her by surprise. 

But that’s just what I think, and there are thousands who would disagree with me.  She’s dead, they say, or gone, or evil, and really what evidence do you have she was even trying to be good? And even if she were, what evidence do you have that she managed to keep a hold of it? How does someone keep their soul when they do all that? It’s hardly possible, not here, not now.  It’s the end of the world, why do you keep telling stories about good things happening? Remember, much more awful has happened here than good, this is a tragedy more than it is anything.  Do you really understand what that means? Do you understand what has been lost? For all it is dressed up in flowery language and fancy metaphor, the fact is billions died, they are dead and gone and people screamed for them and are screaming still.  Their corpses are rotting.  The weeping in the night will never truly fade.  That’s what they say. 

Look, I’m sorry, I know it’s not much of a story but we’re both busy and there’s not time for a real story, not tonight.  And really my point is this, when I say the world has ended do you really think about what that means?  So much of what we take for granted is just what we make, what we choose to build into a world and now look, it’s shattered like ice.  We’re lost and frightened and so often horribly alone.  Things change faster than we can understand, we’re not made for it, not for this sorrow, not for this grief.  But we have to live through it somehow and we do.  So really that’s the point, that’s the choice: the story is yours.  You’re standing here looking at a barren broken world, at a planet with a hole at its centre.  Someone has to fill it up again, someone has to put something in it.  The story isn’t necessarily what happened, what happened is just facts.  The story is what’s true.  Do you want her to be wicked and cruel? Do you want her to have died alone in the woods? Or do you want her to have survived? Do you want her to have had a plan for goodness all along? Do you want there to be kindness hidden at the heart of it?

Then go tell a story that says that, go build a world in which it can be true.  It’s the end of the world and you’re still listening, that means it can be the beginning of one too.  Despite it all. 

[soulcluster]

💕 which ships are YOU thinking tho :3c

Send 💕 and I will tell you some muses of ours I think could work as a ship.

I know you ship it and you know I ship it but balthier/fran

hear me out: martel reborn as a seraphim in zestiria/berseria verse and martel/lailah. thank you for coming to my ted talk

amalthea/schala - there's a thought bouncing around in there somewhere and I think it comes down to something about immortality and magic and reclaiming your life

zarae/halsin - I have a halsin muse, pls help me use him

zelda/fujin - i dont know exactly how this would work but he is a literal god and I think that could be interesting with zelda for a few reasons

zelda/amalthea - you think i wont throw my unicorn at zelda too

zelda/lara croft - adventure, mayhem, girls being girls

ziphrane/link - I have this whole DA verse for link that I love where he was actually a knight in arlathan and was put to sleep and didnt wake up until recently. so....that

janet/drax - I had this thought as I was reading her backstory and my drax muse went, I'd flatten hank's ass. plus I told you about his backstory and I think she might be an interesting way for him to reconnect with his human side

ok I'm leaving it there for now

[legendspun]

@armatization from x

Oh, how she could understand that feeling. There was much she had forgotten, by choice and by trauma. But then, she'd been alive for centuries. She had seen more than she wanted to.

But Alisha? She was still so young, and she had already seen and known too much. That poor girl. Lailah had been through much, but she'd never had a mentor ripped from her. She supposed the closest was Maotelus, but it wasn't the same.

"Then we won't talk about it," she said. Because it was easier that way. Because she understood Alisha's position. But she wasn't sure what to do to help her. A distraction, perhaps? Did she want to talk about it? Lailah couldn't tell, to be honest.

"I'm so sorry, Alisha." She reached out for Alisha's hand and squeezed it gently. She truly was at a loss for words. "I believe sometimes, it's better to forget."

"Yes... I'd like that, to talk," but Alisha had never been good about talking had she? Not with the other noble women at least. That was why she had trained in martial prowess rather than pedigree, why she had read up on heraldic legends rather than modern romances.

(There is a lance in her hand, and the weight is familiar but she does not want yet to realize why. There is a lance — )

"There was a person who always listened to me... or I thought she did. I had so many worries I could tell her but now I wonder, what were they all for? Everyone in Hyland wanted war so much. Maybe that was inevitable. Maybe I was mistaken."

(There is a lance in her hand and it is stained purple from the tainted blood of a human. The color spreads from it to her gauntleted hand, and thento the flower hair piece she now plays with as she avoids Lailah's eyes).

"Have you ever been mistaken Lady Lailah? I cannot imagine it, not someone like you."

[armatization-a]

"i’ve forgotten everything, and i don’t want to remember" (Alisha to Lailah. Post Maltran mayhaps?)

[ probably a meme ; accepting ]

Oh, how she could understand that feeling. There was much she had forgotten, by choice and by trauma. But then, she'd been alive for centuries. She had seen more than she wanted to.

But Alisha? She was still so young, and she had already seen and known too much. That poor girl. Lailah had been through much, but she'd never had a mentor ripped from her. She supposed the closest was Maotelus, but it wasn't the same.

"Then we won't talk about it," she said. Because it was easier that way. Because she understood Alisha's position. But she wasn't sure what to do to help her. A distraction, perhaps? Did she want to talk about it? Lailah couldn't tell, to be honest.

"I'm so sorry, Alisha." She reached out for Alisha's hand and squeezed it gently. She truly was at a loss for words. "I believe sometimes, it's better to forget."

[sixofpomegranates]

The Dove and the Agent | Ch.3

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Chapter CW: Mentions of suicide/loss/toxic-broken family/Maeve/Max, eating

"The souls that bonded together, seize the moment to enjoy each other's company." ― Lailah Gifty Akita

♜ Spencer's POV ♜

Dove had told me that it wasn't necessary, that I took her to my apartment and tried to convince me that a night in a motel wasn't that bad. I had only shaken my head and told her I'd feel personally responsible if something happened to her.

Although it sounded like a teacher or parental figure being worried about a young girl alone in the streets, the truth was that somewhere between the time she gave me her number and the second her ex held her wrists, I started seeing her as my responsibility. As someone I had to protect.

Maybe because she didn't have anybody else that seemed to care. Maybe because of those big, ocean-blue eyes that looked so helpless, or perhaps because she reminded me a little of myself when I was her age.

When we arrived at my apartment, I could feel my heart beating fast and loudly.

Max had been the only woman to have ever seen my apartment...well, her and Cat, but that woman couldn't really count. The team didn't count either, given that we were family.

Sure, I had spent the night with some women before, but that had always happened within their apartments. I was rather particular about my personal space. Showing someone how you live gives the other person a clear view of your personality.

I didn't know if I was ready for Dove to see me.

When we entered my apartment on the second floor, I asked Dove if she wanted something to drink, and she responded with a small 'Water, please'. As I returned from the kitchen, she was already sitting on my couch and again staring at nothing.

I put the glass on the coffee table, snapping her out of her trance.

"Are you hungry?"

I could feel hunger creep up on me and thought about how food always was a great way to get to know each other.

Dove shook her head and murmured a small 'thanks' but knowing what I had seen till now; it was clear she didn't want to be a burden.

I sat on the coffee table in front of her and looked at her sternly. "Have you eaten today?"

Dove looked me directly in the eyes. Her eyes were so bloodshot from all the crying, enhancing the blue in them. "I never have breakfast, and Ellie wanted to go out and eat something when classes are over..."

I slowly took Dove's delicate hands into mine, taking long enough to let her pull away should she not want to be touched. "I know you've had a rough day, but I can't let you starve yourself."

She, once again, put on this convincingly real-looking fake smile. "Thank you. But I am really not hungry."

I could read right through that sentence. 'I feel bad having others take care of me. Please let me starve, so I don't feel terrible for asking for food,' was what she actually meant, and I couldn't accept that.

I leaned closer and smiled calmingly at her. "Dove. I am starving, and it would make me happy to share a meal with you. So how about that, you go and have a nice hot shower, and meanwhile, I order us something?"

It was a little bit of reverse psychology, given that she seemed to be a people pleaser, but when it helped to get her to eat, I would've been a fool not to take advantage of it.

"Okay," Dove whispered.

Now she gave me a genuine smile. I could tell by the spark in her pretty eyes.

"Good Girl." I hadn't said it very loud but knew Dove had heard it. I wasn't sure of how inappropriate it sounded until spoken. It had merely been what was on my mind.

Quickly I calmed my nerves and tried not to draw too much attention to my lastly spoken sentence. I let go of her hands and started talking again.

"Have you ever had Indian food?" "At least not good one," she smiled softly.

"Great! I mean not great that it wasn't good, but great that I can show you some really good one! Are you allergic to anything or don't like something? It would be terrible to accidentally kill you through a peanut allergy."

My heart was beating fast, and I could not quite understand my own nervousness anymore.

Was it that she was in my apartment, that we were going to eat together or that she looked at me as if I was her most favorite person alive?

Given that her family life must be really hard, with a family that did not want her around, her only friend now dead, and having broken up with her boyfriend of six years not even an hour ago, I probably was.

It was a burden, but I loved it.

It felt so good being needed. She laughed a little at my rambling and shook her head.

"Nope, order what you want. Oh, uhm...would you mind letting me pay? You already paid for the cab and let me stay here; it's the least I could do." She leaned over to her bag, wanting to search for the disgusting dollar note.

"No chance." "But-"

"I want to invite you for dinner, and to be honest, I really don't want that dirty dollar bill anywhere near me. Who knows where it's already been."

Dove now slightly tilted her head and smirked. "Are you a germophobe, Professor?" she asked me kittenishly.

I shook my head. "I'd rather consider myself just very aware of bacteria"

She raised her eyebrows. "Sooooo, yes?" she giggled, and I could swear my heart skipped a beat.

Smiling back at her, I stood up, clapping my hands. "Awesome! Then I'm gonna order, and you're gonna make yourself at home. The bathroom's over there."

Dove nodded, took her bag, and went to take a bath.

That was going well, right? This wasn't embarrassing or awkward. Normally I attracted these types of interaction with others, so I knew what they looked like. This, however, was nice. Foreign but nice.

I already heard the shower water running when I called my favorite Indian place to order. However, I exaggerated while ordering.

Wanting to give Dove a welcomed feeling and not knowing if, if I had only ordered two dishes, she would've liked it, I ordered five main courses and seven side dishes. All of them I had before and enjoyed, so I hoped she would too.

The leftovers we could simply eat tomorrow.

Just now, I realized that she would be there in the morning too. That was weird, a nice weird.

*****

When Dove came out of the bath, she wore black, high-waisted sweatpants and a tight-fitting crop top covered with daisies. I started to get the feeling that daisies were her favorite flowers, her long, wavy hair, hung, still a little wet, over her shoulders.

Even without mascara and eyeliner, which today had been wholly ruined by crying for hours and without any other makeup, she sure was a sight.

The food had already arrived, and the last ten minutes I had spent thinking about how and where we were going to eat.

Was on the table next to each other too close?

Across from each other, too much like a date?

In the end, I decided to spread the food on the coffee table with pillows around the table to let Dove choose how close we were going to be. I also kept the remote near me in case I would make the situation awkward and needed to distract with a movie.

Dove's gaze fell onto the coffee table but locked itself on me. Most likely because I stood there as if I was the personification of the word 'awkward', giving her a closed-mouth smile, probably looking like a frog.

"Hi," she said softly, smiling almost identically back at me.

"Hi," I returned, sitting down on the floor and patting on the empty pillows next to me, gesturing for her to come and sit next to me.

She quickly dropped on the pillow to my left. "That smells so good, but it's a little much, isn't it?"

I handed her an empty plate and cutlery. "I wanted to make sure we find something you really like. Okay, let's start with the side dishes. That's Pakoda, that's fried vegetables in chickpea flour. That's Parotta, a layered flatbread. They pan it in oil, and actually, it's also eaten in Malaysia and Singapore under the name Roti Canai, and they like to eat it for breakfast. That's why I ordered some more. If we have some left, we can try that tomorrow!"

Dove smiled at me, and I sensed the error I had made. "I'm sorry, I know I talk a lot I-"

She took one of the hands I was aggressively gesturing with while talking, seeming a little scared I would accidentally hit her.

"I like listening to you. You know so much." She pointed at one of the dishes in front of her. "So. What's that?"

She didn't hate my rambling and wanted to hear what I had to say. That was nice. Somehow that made it easy for me to be more myself, like who I was before prison. Talkative.

*****

While we were eating, we had a lot of different topics to talk about. It had taken her a few minutes to grow accustomed to sitting with me and talking, but Dove was fantastic company.

We talked about my job at the BAU, from there, we trailed off to talk about some of the serial killers I had caught in my time, and from that, we talked about the psychological impact of childhood trauma. Technically talking about the things I had taught in the last weeks.

The conversation then took a curve, and we talked about classic books and how confusing it was that 'Pride and Prejudice' was now, under the young people, THAT love story everyone had to read and like.

Then Dove took a fork full of her vegetable biryani in her mouth and grimaced her face in disgust. She pulled a little green seed out of her mouth, wrapping it into a napkin.

"Oh, that's a cardamom! You know, there are very few in one cooking pot for the whole family, maybe one or two, so some people and cultures say that if it lands in your mouth, you get a wish," I told her excitedly and took another bite of my samosa.

"Great, 'cause I wish I'd never bitten into it," Dove laughed while taking a sip of her mango lassi.

She reached across the table and opened one of the last containers, which was still closed. This alone, I counted as a success. When we had started eating, she had been too shy – almost scared, I'd say – to touch anything I wouldn't put on her plate.

The fact that she started to feel comfortable around me filled my chest with pride. In the container were some red chilies. She took one of them and took a bite; simultaneously, I tried to warn her.

"Careful, they are really spicy!"

But Dove only looked at me, happily chewing on her chili. "I like it. Not that spicy, a little sweet."

I looked at her in disbelief and, against my better judgment, took a bite of one.

Hot.

Way too hot!

I let the chili fall onto my plate, my face burning and becoming red. Dove handed me her mango lassi. I greedily took some sips before even thinking about the fact that we now both had drunk from the same cup.

She laughed, and in situations like these, I usually felt like people were laughing at me, but with Dove, I felt like she was laughing with me. So I started laughing too.

Just as I wanted to wipe away one of the tears from laughing, Dove grabbed my hand. "Don't touch your face! Wash them first."

I nodded and got up to wash my hands in the kitchen sink. When I sat back next to her again, she was already eating her third chili.

"So you like it spicy? Yo-Your food, I mean!"

I nervously laughed, thinking Dove would comment about me being 'unprofessional' or interpret my wrongly chosen words as my try to make a move on her, but she only nodded, happily taking another one.

"Did you know that the chemical in chili peppers that makes them spicy is called capsaicin? It's also the same chemical that stimulates your pain receptors."

Dove looked back and forth between me and her chili, raising an eyebrow. "Sooo...I'm a masochist?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I mean, there is a percentage chance that you are." the white-blonde girl took a bite of her samosa, giggling a little to herself.

"Makes a lot of sense."

An explanation for that sentence, I didn't get.

*****

After we had eaten, we washed the dishes together. Again talking about an array of topics. It proved my theory that you could talk for hours with Dove without ever running out of topics or getting bored.

Of course, a smaller-minded person, like her ex-boyfriend, would not be able to appreciate her, but me? I cherished every minute with her.

The rest of the evening, we sat on the couch talking. Then, out of the blue, she started to interrogate me.

"You read my folder, right?" "How do you know?" I asked, and she again got this kittenish look on her face.

"Well, first of all, I am not stupid, and secondly? Why else would the FBI show up when a college girl hangs herself?"

"A little profiler, aren't we?" Dove grinned. "Maybe, Professor."

"It's weird that you still call me Professor. How about just calling me Spencer? At least until we're on campus again?"

She nodded, a little insecure. "Okay, Spencer."

My heart again skipped a beat so hard that it actually hurt. I had to tell myself not to ask her to say it again, but how she said it made me feel a specific type of way. A very happy type of way.

"Did you check on Miller?" "Dove...I really shouldn't talk with you about that."

"But without me, you wouldn't have a case. I just want to know if I was right."

I sighed. She seriously made puppy eyes. Puppy eyes that had me absolutely defeated.

"You were. With every little detail, you had..." I quickly changed the subject. It was enough that she knew she had been right. "I never asked you what you want to be when you're-"

"When I'm an adult?" Dove interrupted cheekily, making me chuckle. "No. When you're done with college."

Dove looked into the air, and her expression changed.

"My mother..." She took a deep breath. "She and her husband are paying for my education. So they think they can control me. When it comes to them, I will graduate as an honor student and work for the next few years in the campaign team of her husband. Then I'll marry one of his business partners and have the perfect two-and-a-half children. Becoming a housewife and mother who starts drinking wine at 3 p.m." She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"What does your stepfather need a campaign team for? Does he want to become Mayor?"

Dove laughed and shook her head. "My stepfather is Pete Russo."

My eyes widened, and I looked at her, shocked. "The Senator is your stepfather?" She nodded with a pained grin. "How come I've never seen you on the news?"

"Because I am the black sheep of the family. My mom had me when she was seventeen, thinking her high school sweetheart would marry her when she gets pregnant."

"And that worked?" I asked with furrowed brows, and Dove laughed a little.

"Oh, no. He was so unhappy about it that he moved to Europe as soon as he could. Never to be heard of again. That's why our mother-daughter-dynamic is kinda... difficult, as you may have noticed."

Oh, I had. No mother would act the way she had when the niece and best friend of her daughter died. She started to look at her hands.

"In her opinion, I was born with only one purpose, to keep the family together. But since that didn't work out, I was marked as a mistake. She met my stepfather when I was eight, and he instantly got divorced for her. They married and had kids – my three brothers – all named Russo. Not me, though. He offered it since it would've been good for his campaign. 'Loving Husband and Father adopts wife's daughter from previous relationship'. But my mom didn't want that. I didn't belong in her family picture anymore, and I am only relevant when I do something she can show off with to her friends."

Again she looked at me with this smile. Her perfectly fake smile. Swallowing all her emotions and pretending to be fine seemed to be a shitty coping mechanism, but for some reason seemed to be Dove's.

I felt terrible for having thought about her as a girl that got everything she wanted just because her parents had money.

I had judged a book by its cover... well, no, I had judged a book by assumption.

"Sorry. You didn't ask for that." Without thinking, I brushed a loose strand of hair behind Dove's ear. She didn't back away, only looked at me.

"What would you do if you'd have a choice?"

"Something with psychology. The human mind is so fascinating; that's why I'm in your classes, and I really enjoyed the stuff I had to do for the folder I gave you. Maybe I would start working with you?"

"But you would need a lot of training first, and you'd need to already be an FBI agent for a while before coming to the BAU."

Dove squinted at me. "How old were you?"

"Touché." I chuckled. "I was twenty-two. But I was an exception. A friend met me when I went to college, making my third Ph.D. He saw potential in me and recruited me to join the BAU, which he and his friend had established."

"Is he still at the BAU?"

I shook my head, clearing my throat. "N-No he...He passed away a while ago."

Dove leaned back on the couch. "Losing people sucks," she whispered, making me nod in agreement. "Yes, it does."

Her eyes became a little glassy. "Does it ever stop hurting?"

I thought about that.

Does it? I still missed Gideon. I still missed Maeve.

The one woman who would've been able to understand and even love me just the way I was. With all the weirdness and quirks.

All I could do now was be thankful for, at least once, having been able to experience that type of love.

"I think it stops to hurt somewhere along the line, and then it's just happy memories, followed by the sad thought of never being able to make new ones with that person again."

I hadn't noticed that a tear was running down my cheek. I judged Dove for bottling up her emotions, but I somehow did the same. I jumped a little as I felt Dove's hand wiping away that tear.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Let's change the subject!" She looked in the air while thinking. "I don't hate you," Dove said so quietly I almost didn't hear it.

"What?"

"At campus...I said I hate you, but I don't. I- I was just sad...and angry."

"Don't worry about it. I should've listened to you, but I was so fixated on not wanting to have to deal with anything going on in college while I'm at the BAU that I refused to see what you were showing me."

Her blue eyes met my hazel ones. "If teaching annoys you so much, why are you doing it?"

"It's not annoying me. I love it! But since I got the order to work thirty days as a Professor for every hundred days at the BAU...It stopped being a hobby, and now it just feels like I am being forced."

"Why did you get that order?"

I wasn't ready for that conversation, and I didn't know how Dove would react. How would someone react finding out their professor was in prison while sitting next to them on their couch?

"I- I have been through some stuff...They think it helps me."

Dove nodded. "If you want to talk...about all that, I'm a good listener."

I smiled at her as she gave me a small smile. "Thanks, Dove. But not tonight."

We just sat there—two people who had formed a strange bond over losing people they loved. The silence was broken by Dove yawning.

"Tired?" I asked, having her almost shake her head and say no, but then she looked at me.

"A little. It was a long day..."

"You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch."

She smiled and shook her head. "No way, Prof- I mean Spencer. I'll take the couch. You need to be well-rested for your work. Can't catch bad guys when you're sleepy."

I got her a pillow and a warm blanket, and while Dove made herself comfortable on the couch, I took a quick shower, washing off the day.

When I came into the living room to check up on my guest, she was already sleeping like an angel. Of course, I knew angels weren't real, but literature described them as beautiful, and Dove certainly was too.

'Save me the Walz' by Zelda Fitzgerald was resting on her chest. She must've fallen asleep while trying to read a little. I chuckled to myself, carefully removing the book from her grasp and setting it on the coffee table.

This was nice.

Tomorrow I needed to ask her what her favorite book was. I smiled a little foolishly and went to bed myself. For the first time in a while, falling into a calm and resting slumber, excited for the next day.

*****

When I woke up the next day, Dove was already gone. The blanket and pillow were tidily folded and stacked.

Even if it was ridiculous, I was sad. I had wished to spend more time with her. Of course, I understood. She probably had early classes, and she needed to switch rooms too, but I would have loved to eat breakfast with her.

Ready to eat some of the Indian leftovers from last night, I went to the fridge. When I opened it, there was a plate with two Parottas on them, filled with something and wrapped like burritos. Next to them was a little pink note.

"Hope they really are a good breakfast idea! One filled with chana masala & one with tandoori chicken. :)

- Dove ❤︎"

Next to her name was a little heart. I touched it and felt this weird skipping of my heartbeat again. Then I took the plate, wondering if she had only made breakfast for me or if she'd eaten herself too. Sitting at my desk and wanting to eat while doing some paperwork, I saw an envelope leaning against my desk lamp.

On it, with her beautiful handwriting, stood:

"CAUTION! Dirty 50$ Note! Open at your own risk!"

I chuckled a little. Dove was special.

I started to eat my breakfast and wished I could've shared it with her. It was actually really good, a little oily and way too much, but still really good.

My phone buzzed, and I thought it would be Emily telling me when she was coming to pick me up, as she always did when we had a case. But to my surprise, it was Dove.

DOVE WALLACE: "Good Morning. Sry I'm already gone. Wanna get my key before classes :) Have you looked in the fridge?"

My heart skipped a beat and I started to wonder if that was a reaction to Dove or if I was getting seriously sick. I quickly typed.

ME: "Yes, really good! Did you eat breakfast?"

DOVE WALLACE: "I don't like eating when I am alone :) I'll eat something later. Waiting for my keys @ my dorm right now! Talk to you later."

When I was done eating and writing my papers, I got ready and waited for Emily, also taking a second to write Derek. Since Morgan had left the team, we talked or wrote at least twice a week, meeting regularly.

ME: "Hey, quick question: It can be solely platonic when my heart skips a beat whenever I talk to a certain woman, right?"

Then I got a message from Emily, telling me she would be here in five minutes.

Grabbing my bag and waiting outside, well-rested and ready to crack this case, I hadn't forgotten about Christian Miller.

[soulsarmor]

Around the time that Sorey and Mikleo were born mafias were very prominent in their area. Sorey's family being the top mafia by the time he was five. As he grew older they began teaching him the ways of their family business. Being at the top involved human trafficking, drugs, and so much more. Sorey was taught from a young age how do continue the family business and what everything was.

Sorey always wore his family emblem on a glove on his right hand. It meant a lot to the family and to sorey which is why he took such good care of it. Along the way he was able to make two friends from childhood. Lailah and Rose. He became extremely close to.the two during the time he was growing up. Especially when his.canines grew in and show he was starting to take over parts of.the buidness.

As they got to be adults, Rose and Lailah were his two closest friends that he could tell anything to. Even confide in them about the business and just about his life. During this time he took over the business due to his parents being shot during the night. It made for many sleepless nights and a lot of hard days. Thankfully though, Rose and Lailah had made some new friends and in turn, so did Sorey. Rose bad gotten a boyfriend by the name of Dezel, who was a god much like Lailah. There was also another named Zavied and well...Edna. However there was this vampire that the girls became friends with that Sorey met a little while after. He felt like he instantly got butterflies when he saw him. His little werewokd heart began to race. However, has was able to talk with him and find out they like a lot of the same things. Were even geeking out over a few books together. It made it seem like the possibility of dating someone was a reality for Mikleo. Like he wasn't stuck always being a mafia boss.

[hungrydolphin91]

For the tales of ask game!!

3, & 7 for Graces

1 & 10 for zesty

2 & 8 for Vesperia

And have a nice day/evening whatever in your time zone!!

Oo lots of games, alright I get to talk about my favorites!!

Graces 3. Any ships?:

I'm not huge on shipping in general but most of the popular ships are fine with me, mainly Asbel/Richard, Asbel/Cheria, and Hubert/Pascal. (Spoilers ahead:) I always find it kind of funny that Asbel merges with Lambda after him and Richard fall apart, it feels like he's dating Richard's abusive ex and making it work better 😂 maybe I'll write a fic someday with that premise, who knows...

7. Main team of 4/mainly play as:

Going back to Graces and figuring out all the other characters is on my to-do list, I mained Asbel mostly, though I did try out Richard, Sophie, and Hubert a little. I tend to rotate that party pretty often but I always had Asbel and Sophie, would probably put in Hubert and Cheria as my other 2 or Richard if he's available.

Zestiria 1. Best girl:

Lailah!! I loved Lailah much more than I thought I would, having a group mom to make puns and snacks really makes the party dynamic charming. She has her own burdens based on her perceived former failings with Michael but she is still trying again to bring about a legacy of good people and that is so inspiring. What a great mentor figure.

10. Favorite music track:

Oh that's so hard, Zesty has so many amazing tracks! I think Zaveid's Theme, the Fire Trial and the Water Trial are all tied as some of my favorite songs of all time, but Sorey's theme and the song that plays when Rose joins are also both great. They really knocked it out of the park with these songs, I tell ya

Vesperia 2. Best boy:

Another hard one, they're all so good, but I am always so proud of Karol. He's really trying his best alongside a party of mainly adults and teenagers and he absolutely pulls his weight, he just needed to hear them validate him. He's resourceful and a hard worker and I feel like he's gonna surpass Raven and Yuri someday, maybe even Flynn, and I know they'd all be super proud of him.

(I answered 8 in a previous ask, but my favorite town is Dahngrest for its atmosphere.)

Thanks for the asks, everyone! Love getting to blab about my favorite series 😁

[dany36]

officially done with tales of zestiria!! overall, i really enjoyed the game and i'm glad i finally sat down and played it. more junk thoughts below.

so it's definitely not as bad as i had heard people say it was. i was really surprised when i saw just how much of a bad rep this game gets, but...i can definitely see some things as to why people don't like it... one of the things i had heard was that there was barely any character development in the game, and i agree with that. i was 35ish hours in when suddenly people were already talking about going into the final battle and i was like...what?! no sub-story about rose or eizen or lilah that goes more into their past/characters like sheena in tos or something?? i guess we did get more into edna with that sidequest about eizen (it was nice seeing her show emotions for once!), but other than that, i really didn't feel like the game focused on ANYONE else at any point in the story. they just sort of get introduced into your party and are there to help sorey in his quest.

speaking of sorey, i REALLY didn't care for his character at all. i think he's the only one where i was super apathetic towards in terms of character and personality. even zaveid, who i thought i was going to dislike because of how annoying i found him in berseria, grew on me and learned to like him. i don't know, i guess when i compare him to other protagonists in the tales of games i've played, he really is the most forgettable of them all. like, when he "sacrifices" himself and goes in a sleep slumber, i felt no emotion whatsoever. as soon as i got rose in my party, i switched to using her as my main (which never happens lol i'm boring and usually stick to main characters as my Player 1--emil, lloyd, luke, velvet, dude with the purple hair in vesperia for the amount i played in the game) cus i was just like wow give me someone more interesting PLEASE. so, sorry to sorey fans (if there are any) but to me he's one of the most boring aspects of the game...and he's the damn shepherd!

and continuing on that point, i think the plot in this tales game is also probably the weakest one out of the ones i've played (weak main character, weak plot). the game starts off with the simple premise that sorey is the shepherd and he must get rid of the Lord of Calamity, and...that's pretty much it. in other tales games, you start off thinking your objective is A, but then as you journey along, a plot twist occurs and you realize now that objective A really was just a small task in what is your true objective. Something like this never happens in the game, so the pace just pretty much stays the same throughout the entirety of the game. sure, there are some cool moments (rose's introduction and her learning to armatize will forever be my favorite), but they are scattered out and about and honestly in this game i can't really remember something as impacting as luke sinking that one city (haven't played tota in a while lol) or palmacosta being destroyed in tos or velvet finding out the truth about her brother.

but anyway, the rest of the cast, i absolutely loved, so it's truly a shame that they were stuck in a sort of forgettable plot. i already talked about edna and rose being my favorites, but lilah (that scene with the oregami...OOF...OOF!!!!) and zaveid are cool too. alisha is barely in the main game, but it was great seeing more of her in the DLC and showing her struggle of what she wants to do (her combat also seems cool for the couple of fights but i had to stick with rose...sorry!). i only wish we could have had more skits showing the party interacting with one other. i don't know if it's just me but i really felt like there were barely any skits in this game, which is sad because most of the cast is enjoyable and it's a shame we didn't get to see them talk with each other in skits more!

i had seen people say that it's best to play zestiria and then berseria so you can catch all the references in berseria, but...to be honest, i don't think i would have enjoyed zestiria as much if i had played it first! prime examples are the eizen sidequest and the sidequest where you FREAKING FIND MAGILOU'S TOMB. like...hello??? when i got to the eizen sidequest, i 100% would not have given as much of a shit on killing that dragon if i hadn't played berseria beforehand. it really made me sad knowing the tragic ending that eizen wound up having. and finding magilou's grave being guarded by her friend also broke my heart. like...seriously!!! that was something that i also would not have given another thought if i didn't know who magilou was. so yeah i don't regret playing berseria first since i actually think it enhanced the experience a bit more.

gameplay-wise, i really enjoyed it! took me a while to get the hang of the equipment system, but once i did, chaining combos with Rose was a blast. i also really enjoyed how easily you could change party members (unlike in tob where it costs 1 BG!) in the middle of a fight. and MAN i never get tired of seeing those sweet, sweet mystic artes animations. <3 <3 <3 it increases any character's coolness factor three-fold.

my main gripe in berseria was the terrible dungeon design. at the beginning, zestiria did a better job at putting in puzzles in dungeons so as to not make the same mistake that berseria did, but then...towards the second half of the game...it was pretty much all berseria-like dungeons of endless same-looking rooms with endless enemies (the DLC dungeon being a prime example of this). which is honestly just terrible and boring, but at least the gameplay makes the fights seem not AS tedious...

i also felt like zestiria did a better job with the music than berseria did. i can hardly recall any song i liked in berseria (there's like two or three i'd put in my vgm collection), but for zestiria, i'm gonna need to hunt down quite a few. also, i could actually remember the names of the towns/locations and what they looked like. in berseria, i felt like i was going town after town but for the life of me i couldn't remember at ALL what we did there in the first place. i really just felt like i was passing through each town not learning much about the place, but in zestiria i really got a feel of each town, so that was nice!

oh, and the ending i felt was...kind of weak lol especially cus...no one talked at all??? it was so weird haha in tos, tota, dotnw, and tob we have the characters at least saying SOMETHING in the ending but in toz it was just...animations and that's it lol. so glad we got a DLC cus i would have been PISSED seeing just rose leave off like that without saying a word and then...they show us her GRAVE??? i always think "wow i wish they would show us how the future of (insert favorite characters here) are like!! :)" but seeing rose's grave made me so sad (as well as eizen's and magilou's) like nononono you do NOT show my favorite characters just DEAD!! >:'v but anyway, yeah i mean it was an ok ending but nothing that made me feel with a great gap in my heart like tob's or tos's did. like mikleo seeing sorey again at the end? cool. did it make me feel something like when tear sees luke again at the end of tota? sadly, no. :(

and last but not least, the DLC. i mean, i absolutely LOVED seeing the girls in the team going out on their own little adventure and just interacting and talking with each other!!! lailah + edna + alisha + rose...who doesn't love that?? we got to see more of rose being the badass that she is and uh yeah her and alisha? totally gay for each other...like that last scene before they kill the final boss?? just A+++ material (except that terrible last dungeon AND the HORRID design of the last bosses??? dragons with purple bright titties so that the player will know they're FEMALE dragons??? LMAO)

oh wow i wrote more than i thought i would but uh yeah. all in all: DEFINITELY NOT a bad game, has a great cast of interesting and fun characters (except sorey) but sadly the game doesn't delve too deep into them as in other tales game, DLC was a fun addition to see more of who i thought was going to be a greater protagonist in the main story, but overall when compared to other tales of games, the weak plot puts it second-to-last in my list of tales games i've played. would i play it again? definitely :)

WHEW, ok, now off to watch the anime!! <3

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Let’s Film An Adult Video! (Fanfiction)

Aha, here is another story from me.  This is super dumb and lighthearted an features a lot of Simeon, which is yay, I think.  Anyway, again, this is a silly, cringy thing that I was bored and wrote.  Also, it is on AO3.  Sorry for posting so much, I promise I’ll tone it down soon if that bothers anyone! >.<

Title:

Let’s Film An Adult Video!

Summary:

When Simeon believes he's asked by Asmo to film an adult video, MC decides to help him, only to find out that sex is not the only thing on the Avatar of Lust's mind.

Genre:

Slice of Life/Humor

Rating:

T

Word Count:

2012

Additional Note:

All the dialogue between the MC and Simeon that are in italics means that it’s not verbally expressed, but is rather mouthed between you.  And yes, you can understand each other because you’ve magically developed the talent of impeccable lip-reading.

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You yawn slightly as you exit your Introduction to the History of Demonology 1001 classroom and shift the straps of your backpack.  You groan at the weight of all the homework your obnoxious teacher assigned to you for the day. 

Your eyes feeling heavy—you had stayed up with Levi all night yesterday playing one of his newly-released games—you stumble forward, nearly tripping on the velvet hallway runner that lines R.A.D’s tiled corridor.

You manage to regain your footing, but again, your ungraceful stroll is impeded by something else—that something being a tall, brown-skinned angel, who leans against the wall with furrowed brows.

You brighten instantly.  “Hey, Simeon.” You notice the frown on his face.  “Is something wrong?”

Simeon shakes his head.  “I have to admit, yes, but it’s nothing for you to worry about, MC.”

You cock your head.  “Are you sure? I’d like to help.”

“Well,” Simeon replies, smiling at your earnestness.  “I don’t know if you can help.  In fact, I’m the one who got myself into this mess, so I suppose I’m the only one who can get myself out.”

You have to wonder what kind of conundrum a pious creature like Simeon could have gotten himself into, so you say, “Just tell me what happened; maybe I can offer some insight.”

He nods.  “Okay, then.  I guess there’s no harm in telling you.”  He sits down, leaning his back against a row of lockers, and motions for you to do the same.  “Ah, see. You know, up in the Celestial Realm, we don’t use D.D.Ds. We have our own type of communication devices, sure, but we’ve never really had the need to use anything as complicated as what’s used in the Devildom.”

“Yeah, I remember Solomon telling me that you and Luke were super intrigued when Diavolo gave you guys your D.D.Ds,” you reminisce, as you pull out your own device.

“Yes, they’re really quite complex.  We had trouble getting used to them at first.”  Simeon laughs cheerfully. “I especially am fond of sending stickers and such, although I have trouble typing actual messages, though.”  He pauses. “Anyway, I wanted to get better at navigating my D.D.D, so I enlisted the help of Levi earlier this week since he’s so good with technology.”

You stop him there.  “Impossible—Levi’s favorite game just got a new installment on Sunday, so he’s been playing it all week.  He’s been at it pretty much 24/7. Actually, I helped him yesterday.”

“Yes, the fact that Levi is busy this week made it so that despite our arrangement, I couldn’t rely on him.”  The angel shook his head sadly. “However, Levi did recommend that I talk to Asmodeus if I wanted help with my D.D.D considering Asmo spends a lot of time on it browsing and posting on Devilgram and DevilTube.”

You nod.  “Makes sense.”

Simeon goes on, “The thing is, Asmodeus said that if he taught me the ins-and-outs of my D.D.D, he wanted something in return; I said that that was alright.”  He looks down, and you can’t help but notice the slight blush on his face as he continues, “Today he let me know what he wants me to do.” He takes a deep breath.  “He wants me to film a video in his bedroom … a video featuring him and his … lady friends .  He said he’d do it himself, but he’d be pretty … occupied during the video.  He also said he’d have a script and everything.”

“What?”   You can feel your eyes bulge out of your head, making the connection between the Avatar of Lust and … scripted bedroom videos.  “He wants you to film a porno with him starring in it?!”

Simeon nods furiously.  “You realize it too, don’t you, MC?  I’m sure that’s what he wants, right?”

“Right.  He really must be a demon if he wants an angel to film him having sex …”  You sigh. “Maybe tell him you don’t want to do it?”

He shakes his head.   “No, I can’t do that—I can’t break a promise I made to him.”  He sighs. “I’m just going to have to buckle down and do what he asks.”

You feel as if you should’ve known that as an angel, he wouldn’t go back on his word.  You decide to alleviate him, considering he looked miserable. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, MC!” Simeon gasps.  “You’re not the one who promised this to Asmo!”

“I’m doing it,” you affirm.  “I told you I’d try to help, so I’m gonna.  With me there, we can take turns controlling the video camera, so you don’t have to see as much … stuff.”

The angel seemed to sense that there was no way that you were budging from your stance, so he groans.  “I guess there’s no stopping you, then. Let’s go to Asmo’s room and film an adult video!”

“Huh,” you comment, peering through the threshold to Asmodeus’ open bedroom.  “He’s not here.”

“Yes, he said we could come in beforehand to get all the equipment set up before he brings in his female … companions.”  Simeon blushes at the last two words. “Although, I’m not sure we’re going to need all that much recording stuff.” He pulls out his D.D.D.  “I mean, Asmo showed me how to work the video camera on this so I think we can use that to film.”

You nod.  “That sounds fine.  The video quality might not be that great, but since we don’t have anything else, I guess we can just use that.”

Before you can see anything else, you notice that Simeon has begun to wander through Asmodeus’ room.  He turns to you, clutching a small, pink, egg-shaped object. His eyes widen in suspicion. “What do you think this is, MC?  Some kind of weird sex toy?  Do you think they’ll use it in the video?  Because if so, I’d like to film that part, to see what hole it goes up in.”

It’s your turn to blush.  “I—I believe that’s called a BeautyBlender, Simeon.  It’s a sponge for makeup.”

“Ah, I see.”  He places it back on Asmo’s vanity and notices that a pale powder has rubbed off the beauty sponge and onto his fingers.  He looks curiously at you.

“Foundation,” you explain. “You can wipe it off.”

He nods and reaches toward what looks like a slick metal hand sanitizer dispenser placed on the vanity.  But, before he can press the actuator down, Asmodeus prances into his room.

“Hello, everyone!” Asmo sings.  “Oh, lovely! MC, you’re here, too!  I’ll do you after I’m done with these two.” 

He gestures at the two female demons that had followed him into the room; both are surprisingly, unconventionally beautiful, with strikingly attractive features that didn’t seem to follow any beauty standards.  He saunters toward his bed, pausing when he notices Simeon’s hand poised on the ‘hand sanitizer dispenser.’ “Ooooh, are we interrupting something?” He glances at you and then Simeon, grinning. “If we were, don’t mind us, and do go on!  I’ll join in if I notice a lull!”

You cock your head.  “… What?”

Asmodeus shrugged.  “Well, I can only assume what was about to go on, considering Simeon’s hand is poised on my lube dispenser.”

Simeon whips his hand away from the metal canister, his face bright red.  “I—I thought it was hand sanitizer!”

“No, no, that’s lube—good quality stuff, too!”  Asmo beckons toward the two other demons, and they walk further into the room.  “Lailah, Feota, come, sit on the bed, darlings.”

As the two girls quietly make their way to the bed, Simeon mouths to you from across the room (you magically have insanely good lip-reading skills and can understand him perfectly), “Holy Father, MC, he has two ‘lady friends!’  We’re gonna be filming a threesome!   How scandalous!” 

You nod furiously and point to Asmodeus, who had sauntered over to his closet and is now returning with a massive pink box that is covered with glitter.  He plops it down on his bed next to Lailah and Feota.

“I got my bag of tricks!” Asmo explains, pointing to the box. He taps his fingers gleefully.  “This is going to be so much fun!”

“Bag of tricks?” you mouth to Simeon.  You have a sneaking suspicion that in regards to the genre of this video, that could only mean one thing.

He turns to the both of you, saying, “I just need to grab a few more things for the video, so if you guys could just hold off on the filming for a few minutes, that would be fabulous.” You and Simeon watch as Asmodeus turns toward his vanity, opens the drawer, and pulls out a curling iron, which confuses you because … where did a curling iron fit into sex?

“Vibrator!” Simeon mouths, gesturing toward it, his eyebrows raising.

“Curling iron!” you mouth back to him.

Asmo yanks out an eyelash curler and puts it on the vanity.

“Nipple clamps!”

“Eyelash curler!”

Next, the fifthborn demon pulls out an assortment of pointy makeup brushes.  As you notice the number of beauty supplies accumulating on his vanity, you begin to reconsider the exact nature of the video you and Simeon are to film …

“Butt plugs!”

“Literally brushes, Simeon!”  You begin to wonder exactly how dirty the angel’s mind is.

Suddenly, Asmodeus produces a pair of fluffy red handcuffs from his drawer, before cheerfully blushing and shoving them back inside.  “Whoopsie! Heehee, those aren’t for right now!” He walks back over to his bed, grabs the pink box, and sets it onto the vanity.  

He turns toward you.  “MC, be a doll and pull that ball chair up over here toward my vanity.  I only have one seat here and both Lailah and Feota should be in front of the mirror.”

“So whoever’s not participating in the sexy times at the moment can watch!” Simeon, his eyes bugging out of his head, mouths to you, again.  

You facepalm in exasperation and not even bothering to respond to his previous statement, you mouth, “I’m not sure we’re filming porn, Simeon.”

The angel looks at you in shock.  “How can you be so sure?”

Just then, Asmo opens his ‘box of tricks,’ hauling out dozens of tubes of liquid lipstick and eyeliner, at least ninety-three different eyeshadow palettes, and several different small cases of foundation in every skin tone, as well as various other products.

You raise an eyebrow at Simeon.  “Because everything he’s gotten ready so far is a bunch of makeup products.”

“Maybe he wants to look good for the shoot!” Simeon counters.

You shake your head.  “I don’t think so.”

Finally noticing your and Simeon’s silent exchange, Asmodeus turns to you and nods.  “Ohh, I bet you guys are wondering about the script.” Before you can correct him on the fact that that is not what you two were pondering, Asmo pulls out a sheet of paper from his vanity drawer and hands it to you. “The script is just something I wrote so that you guys know which angles to film me and the girls from so that we look our best and the audience gets the most out of the video since you guys are just amateur videographers.”

Simeon meanders to your side and reads aloud from the sheet.  “‘For the most part, focus on either Lailah or Feota’s face—whoever’s makeup I’m doing at the moment.  Normally I’d tell you to put the camera mostly on me, since really, why look at anything else?—but because this is a makeup tutorial and these two are my models, I guess it’s smarter to focus on them.’”  Simeon raises an eyebrow and looks at Asmodeus.  “ … Wait, so we’re really just making a makeup tutorial video?”

The Avatar of Lust nods enthusiastically.  “Yes! For my wildly popular DevilTube channel!” He pauses.  “What else would we be filming?”

You and Simeon exchange a look and sigh.

THE END

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Demon King and Hero Challenge God

End of July, the distance between the two moons were pretty close, the preparations for battle sped up. The strike team was Maou and Acies, Ashiya and Urushihara, Emi and Alas=Ramus, Lailah and Gabriel, Utsushihara and Amane, as well as Camio and Farfarello. Amane was only in charge of monitoring Utsushihara and would not participate in the fight. They then launched the Demon Fortress to Heaven at a closer distance, Heaven was very quiet, and no one was seen, with no one responding to their intrusion. Maou said, let’s go find the Tree of Life, our goal is not to fight a war but to free the Sephirah, Lucifer objected, saying that the other Sephirah might be like Iron and were being taken care of by Ignora, and asked Gabriel, as a guardian angel, did he know what state the Sephirah were in? Or were there no other guardian angels who I know anymore? Gabriel said that other than who was mentioned before, there was only Malkuth’s guardian angel, known as Sandalphon, he was a rather old angel, because even if they were immortal, they could not reverse age.

Maou asked Gabriel, wasn’t it said that once civilisation matures, there will be no holy magic, why can you still use spells? And why don’t use Gate to return to their home planet? Gabriel said it was because they did not know the exact location of their home planet, normally speaking, they could only go if they have specific coordinates, it was very lucky that you could end up on Earth. As for spells, they could use them when they were born, it might be because their Sephirah did not feel that spells were a power which exceeded the boundaries.

Then Gabriel brought them to the Tree of Life and the Sephirah management area, the Tree of Life was a withered tree in a huge expense of wilderness, with ten shrines surrounding it. He said that Guardian Angel Kamael was appointed by Ignora, Sandalphon and Gabriel volunteered for the position. Maou and Emi transformed in preparation for battle, and were even talking about combining the two swords together (using a common phrase used to describe couples in love), the rest of the group even tsukkomi-ed them.

They entered one of the shrines, something like a drain wrapped around the root on the ground and caused it to curl, Amane said it was like seeing a relative getting tortured and interrogated. Gabriel said that they just needed to destroy the drains, but do not break number 4 (Iron), number 9 (Yesod) and number 10 (Malkuth). Gabriel had never seen Malkuth because Malkuth was being managed by Ignora and Kamael. Then they started breaking things, and no one cared about them after breaking five or six of them, or it was more like they did not see anyone after arriving in Heaven. Gabriel said that the facilities they destroyed were used by Ignora to make people misunderstand the world, and she basically succeeded. After that, they destroyed 10, 5 and 9 in order, there was a huge shock after destroying everything, the Tree of Life bloomed. Utsushihara said that based on the differences in the areas they control, Malkuth would wake up first, next would be Kether, Geburah and Yesod. Ashiya said that they were now in enemy headquarters and they could not leisurely wait for the results of the flowers blooming and should just attack first. Utsushihara agreed and then sighed and said it was troublesome. Lucifer said, you look like me, why do you have the same thought process as me as well. Utsushihara said, could it be that you do not want to fight with your mother? Lucifer said, no, I also have my own goals. So when they reached an agreement, they were about to set off and Kamael’s trident finally burst into the scene

Then they realised that the trident did not belong to Kamael, but Heaven’s troops. Maou commented about finally being able to fight and told Ashiya not to kill them as much as possible, then left him behind to occupy the Heaven troops for as long as possible, the rest followed Gabriel to look for Ignora. As they flew, they reminded each other, even if no one came to stop them from destroying the shrines, they could not let their guard down. In the past, it was Ignora’s battle tactics which defeated Sataniel. For the small number of pursuers they met on the way, they were all defeated, and Maou and Emi worked very well together during this time. Finally they flew to a place where they could see a huge man made building. Lucifer said it was not much different from before, that was basically a dead place. That was a metallic round building which looked like a UFO, and was named “Ship of Hope”, the research base. Maou asked, they were born because someone was play acting as Demon King in this place? Lucifer said, I understand what you feel, my feelings were even more complex, I came to understand my family, and destroy this whole place before Ashiya returns. Utsushihara, who could read minds, even added on that Lucifer was speaking the truth. Only Lailah felt shaken at Lucifer’s murderous words. Maou ignored him and declared battle loudly, asking all of them to come out if they did not want to die! He had come to kill their leader! And in the end, only Kamael came out.

Gabriel tried to address him in a familiar way, but Kamael did not say anything and attacked directly, Maou saved Gabriel and everyone noticed that Kamael’s spear had a layer of golden glow which they had not seen before. Lucifer reminded them about paying attention to fire prevention (due to what happened in vol 8). Maou said to leave it to him, and once he went forward, Kamael started to chant Satan’s name again, then Kamael said Sataniel was a traitor, an uncivilised person who did not understand Ignora’s ideals, and also his wife’s enemy, he would never forget that battle which caused his wife’s body to be left on the red moon. Then he declared that he would not allow them to obstruct Ignora’s path and they started fighting. During the battle, Kamael started to lose, Maou was about to give him a lethal blow when a pair of hands suddenly reached out to block the holy sword. Acies turned back to her human form, and Kamael’s spear turned into a white haired girl around 17 or 18 years of age, yellow and black fringe, it was Malkuth.

Malkuth’s name is Eros and said that she choose Kamael as her Yadorigi, Acies said this group of people destroyed their Sephirah and enslaved us, why did you choose him. Eros said that she knew, not long ago, she did not have such plans, but Daath has already been born. Acies said she knew, he looked exactly the same as Lucifer. Kamael said, this is the result of Daath’s choice. Ignora was waiting for the choice the whole time, it was such a long period of time and she experienced many betrayals, obstructions and setbacks, but after experiencing such a long wait, we finally obtained a place to belong. Maou rebuked, they treated all of like this, how could they talk about a place to belong? Kamael said, the planet this satellite (the moon) belonged to, its chosen human, Daath believed it was the Head of the second generation angels, Lucifer. The race Lucifer belonged to, is the race who should be reigning this planet, the race who should be evolving. Even if you kill me and Ignora here, our victory will not be shaken. Then he smiled in a contempt after saying this.

On the other end, the rest entered the UFO when Maou was holding Kamael back, there was still no one, Lailah said that this place used to be very lively, and Gabriel had only left for half a year, it was not like this in the past. Gabriel was very uneasy and wanted to go with his own Heaven troops to find someone he knew, guaranteeing that he would not betray the Landlady. Lucifer said he would go with him, he could deal with Raguel as well, Gabriel’s Heaven troops would not disobey him, then Utsushihara also followed them. Emi went down another route with Lailah and after they walked for a while, there was an explosion, causing a hole in the wall. Maou and Acies rolled in, they were trashed by Kamael and Eros. Eros was stronger than Yesod, Acies and Eros fought until it was like two large armies fighting against each other, even though it looked like they would not be able to win, Emi and Lailah could only take this chance to continue moving further in. Eros had a lot of leeway when fighting Acies, and it could even be said that she was taking it easy on Acies, telling Acies that all of this was unnecessary, Daath already made his choice, there is no need to go against Ignora anymore. Acies said she did not care, they caused me and Nee-chan to be separated from the others, it’s fine if you do not want to help, at least let me beat them up.

Eros did not let her, and said that Yesod’s characteristics was like a mirror, your eyes have turned red due to demonic magic and negative emotions, other Sephirah have a duty to stop you. Your affinity with that demon is too strong, Yesod, as the source of demonic magic, if it sinks too deep, all the Sephirah would be negatively affected, such that all demons and angels would be destroyed. Then she started to absorb Acies’ power, when she was about to succeed, Maou forcefully merged with Acies, coughed up blood, and said they were so wrong choosing Lucifer, they could actually entrust the future to that kind of HikkiNEET who plays games? Then with a burst of energy, he grabbed Eros and said, what the heck was she talking about, you and us, angels, demons, Demon King and Hero, we are only “humans” who do not need to eat and sleep! Do not look down on humans! As he grabbed Eros, he slammed her into the ground, and after that flew up to get into a fist fight with Kamael, knocking off his helmet, he has silver hair and red eyes and was a burly man, half his face had burn marks. Then Eros also climbed to her feet, Acies was also let out, the two continued to fight.

On the other end, Emi and Lailah finally reached where Ignora was, Ignora calmly greeted them with “Good morning”. Ignora was very thin and her eyes were listless, so it was not known why the other angels would submit to her. Ignora said, that is your daughter next to you, right? It feels nice to be a mother, right? You feel that you can overcome all difficulties, right? So you can also understand, the despair I feel when I lost my son, right? Therefore, when we meet again, I would feel limitless hope and happiness. Without waiting for Lailah to speak, she reached out and Lailah knelt in pain. Emi wanted to help, Ignora said, children should not interrupt when the adults were speaking, then she called for a young girl known as Nuxe to deal with Emi. Nuxe had reddish brown hair, olive fringe, golden eyes and addressed Ignora as Mama. Ignora said she was introducing this person to Alas=Ramus, and after she finished speaking, the two Sephirah children started to fight, Ignora also did not care and disappeared with Lailah.

Nuxe introduced herself as Malkuth, Eros’ younger sister, but Alas=Ramus did not know her and only knew Eros. Nuxe reached out to touch Emi’s evil repelling armour. The evil repelling armour disappeared, becoming Yesod fragments in Nuxe’s hand, Nuxe is that astronaut. Nuxe smiled with soulless eyes and said, Mama was afraid of me coming in contact with bad things outside and had me wear the astronaut suit, can I ask you to return the Yesod fragments? Of course Emi refused, letting out a light explosion shockwave to give Nuxe a concussion, temporarily losing her ability to fight. Alas=Ramus said Nuxe is “outside”. Emi’s understanding was that Nuxe was not merged with anyone, therefore Alas=Ramus dragged Emi along had Nuxe merge with Emi (I’m confused too, please don’t ask me about this). Nuxe’s consciousness struggled in Emi’s mind, and remembering Ignora, Emi tolerated the mental shock of someone arguing in her head and went to find Ignora and Lailah

When Emi stepped into that room, there was already three people inside. Lailah was currently being tortured by Ignora, Ignora asked Gabriel who rushed over why he suddenly betrayed her. Raguel was also inside the room, he was sealed inside a chamber (forced sleep), it was the same for Sandalphon who was mentioned earlier. Gabriel asked Ignora aggressively, why are you treating them like this, Sandalphon had been supporting you the whole time, and Daath chose us after so much effort. It was not known if the person beside Gabriel was Lucifer or Utsushihara. Ignora smiled, finally letting go of Lailah, but grabbed her hair and started dragging her along, saying “what happens if the ‘people who were not chosen’ spread across the world, all of you have seen it, right? All of you hidden too deeply, both of you, and also my husband, there was actually no need for this. All of you let the Theocracy grow to that state, that’s why things became like this. After saying this, she stepped on Lailah’s back, and spoke to someone unknown, “Isn’t that right, child?” That unknown person was expressionless, saying “It might be like that, Mama.”

Time skip to three years later again, Maou, Emi and Chiho received a call from Lucifer at the same time, but he did not pick up when they called back. By the way, Lucifer was using a function mobile phone which Maou bought for him earlier. At that time, Lucifer complained why it was not a smartphone, but Maou felt that Lucifer was a homebody and did not need to contact anyone, so it was fine as long as he could make calls. They felt he might have something urgent going on, but since he did not pick up, they could only send messages over to ask. In the end, it was because Lucifer was dragged out by a group of Sephirah to eat and could not afford the bill. The ones present were Lucifer, Acies, Iron, Nuxe and Eros. These few people probably ate a whole cow and Maou could not afford it as well, so he dragged Lailah and Nord in to pay the bill and emptied their wallets. After they finished eating, they chatted as they walked. Lucifer fit in perfectly with the group of Sephirah and Nuxe addressed Lucifer as onii-chan, and even asked him to treat all the Sephirah fairly and not just favour Yesod alone. Chiho offered to pay but Lucifer said there was no need, these Sephirah are my responsibility as their Management Supervisor, so there is a source of finances. Maou said that if he wanted to claim the bill, then keep the receipt properly, Lucifer happily took out the receipt and played with it on the tip of his fingers, an evil light in his eyes.

Three years later, Gabriel was staying in Room 103, he was the one responsible for giving the finances, but he would not pay for Lucifer’s share. Lucifer said that he only drank tea and that the barbecue meat he was looking forward to was not like this! The young Sephirah were playing loudly and Gabriel said that it looked like Lucifer was already an adult and was like an older brother, he was really happy. Then Maou pointed at the second floor and asked how was the situation, Gabriel said there was not much change and she only promised that she would eat. Maou and Lucifer returned to Room 201, talking about the growth of the Sephirah. It seemed like Sandalphon’s life was saved and Maou even had a coffee machine in his room. Lucifer said taking care of these children is like taking care of a tree and he did not think that the gardening skills described by Suzuno were really interesting, Maou said that Suzuno probably did not think that gardening skills could be used in this aspect. Then the two went to the door of Ignora next door, saying that she was eating a little more now, are you worried? Lucifer said he was a little worried. Maou said that if Nuxe was brought over, she might improve a little. Lucifer said, then he would just send Nuxe back, he keeps feeling that she should not let her recover too quickly, it took him a lot of effort to almost get used to this job, it would be troublesome if she came to criticise this and that. Maou said, are you actually Utsushihara? Lucifer said, who knows, but if I  really am him, then you better not think of bad things, okay? And he was resented by Maou.