#mr the demon lord sir i love you

[moeblob]

And then his husband enters his life and is like "do you have toe beans as a dragon? is that a thing? do reptiles have toe beans?" and Sascha looks at him like "I do not know the meaning of those words in that order..."

edit: ...I forgot my own OCs scar (now included)

[gyuzgrl]

off the market ||csc||

summary- You have a crush on your favourite customer. He's big and kind and pretty and god the things you wanted to do to him were unholy. Little do you know, he feels the exact same way.

"welcome!"

That's all you said. All you could say. All it took for Seungcheol to fall hopelessly in love.

He was a regular at your pet daycare center. Him and his puppy Kkuma were there virtually every day, either to pick up a treat or to drop her off in your care for the day.

It was safe to say they were you favourite customers. Sure the dog was cute, but lord, Seungcheol had you acting like a schoolgirl whenever he came around. With his deep voice, his charming smile and god those arms- how could you resist?

You were almost certain however, that he wasn't interested. Sure, you'd caught him staring at you a couple times, sure it was a little odd how he'd tip you a small fortune every now and then, sure his hand lingered on yours for longer than necessary when paying, but there was no way, you were sure. No way a man like him was still on the market.

So you loved him from afar.

Well, as far as he'd let you go, at least.

"Kkuma!" you beamed, reaching out to take the eager fluff ball from Seuncheol's arms.

She snuggled into you, tongue lolling out as you scratched behind her ears.

"spoilt little princess, this one"

You look up to find Seungcheol's gaze fixed onto you.

"y-yeah, she's a little diva, aren't you baby?" you coo, "dropping her off again, Mr Choi?"

He hums, reaching closer to ruffle her fur, "work's gotten a bit much these days- timings are crazy y'know"

Your breath hitches at the sudden proximity. His hand was aimed at the dog, sure, but it was so close- ghosting over the plush skin of your upper chest.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you steady yourself.

"I can uh, I can imagine, sir. I'll keep her safe, don't you worry"

You say it out of duty, but something about that title has Seungcheol fighting demons in his head. Sir. Sir, you call him, like it's the simplest, sweetest thing in the world. Little do you know, behind the crescents of those pretty doe eyes, his thoughts are nothing but pure filth.

Hesitantly, he pulls away, clearing his throat.

"I'll be back in a couple hours, shouldn't be too long... thanks for keeping her"

"it's my job" you laugh, "you're paying me aren't you, sir?"

He coughs, eyes darting all over. Sir. There you go again.

"I'll um- I'll get going. Bye, y/n"

He turns around too quickly to see the crimson hue diffusing across your cheeks. God you loved the way he said your name. It rolled off his tongue so easily.

"bye-bye!" you call after him.

All your interractions had been similar to this. He'd stop by, make polite conversation and leave. But still, still your heart thudded in your chest at the thought of him. He was just so perfect.

A couple of hours later, you hear the door open. It's late at night, so your first instinct is to grab something sharp before you make your way to the cash register out front.

Meekly, you tiptoe outside, clutching a pair of kuromi scissors in your fist.

"y/n?" a familiar voice calls.

It's just Seungcheol. Good.

You breathe a sigh of relief, walking out right away as you greet him with that million dollar smile of yours.

"welcome!"

"hope Kkuma wasn't too much of a mena-" he pauses, glancing down at your hand, "what's up with the scissors?"

"oh- uh, nothing nothing, just as a safety measure- I didn't know it was you so..."

He tenses, unsure of how to feel. On one hand, you insinuated that you felt safe around him, while on the other, you think you're unsafe in the store.

"can I walk you home?"

You're stunned. Your legs feel like jelly and you can barely process his words.

"can you what"

"walk you home. If you feel uncomfortable walking alone this late, that is. I live a minute away, and it really wouldn't be a hassle to step out for a seco-"

"I couldn't ask that of you sir," you interrupt, "it's not that big of a deal either way"

"you aren't asking. I'm offering. and it is a big deal, y/n. I want you to be safe, to feel safe."

Oh that one went straight to your cunt.

"I-" you hesitate.

"look, I'm here almost every day anyways- if that makes you feel any better. if you're gonna refuse, don't do it 'cause you think I'd be inconvenienced. I won't." he says, now gently prying the scissors out of your grasp, "but if you honestly just don't want me to walk you home, I'll back off"

"no it's not that-" you add, urgently.

"how 'bout we try it out today, and you tell me if you wanna continue, that okay?"

You nod, lowering your head in a lame attempt to hide the furious red glow of your cheeks. Seungcheol seems to have noticed already, though. He places the scissors onto the register beside you, and turns to look into your eyes.

When he finds you staring up at him already, he's pleasantly surprised. There's a long silence- a pause in time- and the air around you stills. It's just you and him, gazing into each other's eyes, gauging what the other feels.

He must not know how intimidating his stare is, considering how he refuses to look away. That is until, of course, he spies movement in his vision.

Your hands are shaking. You didn't know they were, until Seungcheol's gaze leaves your own, dropping to your trembling hands.

He steps closer.

"your hands are all jittery today" his voice is low and gentle, "why're you so nervous?"

The space between you lessens as he moves closer, his hand reaching over to hold your trembling one, interlacing his fingers with yours.

You suck in a sharp breath, letting it go in a staccato shudder.

"do I make you nervous?"

Your eyes, wide and round, dart across the room, opting to look anywhere but at him.

"do I?" he pushes, squeezing your hand.

"I-" you start, "I just um- it's a bi-"

Your words are cut off by a shrill bark.

Fuck. Kkuma. You forgot about Kkuma.

"Kku-Kkuma," you stutter, ripping your hand out of his grasp, "I gotta get her out"

He groans, his arm chasing after you as you whip your head around and scurry into the play room. He was so close- he almost got through to you.

His frustrations subside instantly, however, when you return, carrying a sleepy Kkuma in your arms. How the little puppy nuzzled into you, so safe and comfortable, made Seungcheol's heart ache. Kkuma's instincts were never wrong.

"c'mere princess," he coos, and you look up at him with wide eyes. Did he just-

His eyes are on you, knowingly. "missed me, didn't you Kkuma?"

Oh. Right. The dog.

Seungcheol's gaze remains fixed on you, a teasing smirk playing at his lips as you draw closer.

"you're all red" he grins, "here lemme take her" Before you manage to protest, his hands graze the skin of your forearm as he scoops Kkuma out of your embrace and into his.

It was brief, the contact, but you felt something akin to electricity when his fingertips touched your skin. The glow on your cheeks only brightened in response and he bit back a laugh.

"I'll- I should lock up"

"mm you go do that,"

Even with your back turned, you can feel his eyes burning into you, an attentive stare watching all your actions- how you locked up the register, switched off the lights, reached up to pull your shutters closed.

It was endearing to him. You worked so hard everyday, did so much all alone. All he wanted was to help, really.

So he does.

As you nod towards the door, signalling that you're ready to head out, Seungcheol follows.

You pull the main entrance closed, reaching up on tiptoes to yank the outer shutters down, struggling to hook your fingers into the handle. He notices. Of course he does.

Silently, he brushes up against you, his chest dangerously close to your back. His arm extends above your own and he pulls the handle down with ease.

Your brain short circuits.

"what are y-" you gasp, turning around to face him. The air he breathes out fans across your face and his eyes are set on you. This was dangerous. The proximity between your bodies, the warmth of his breath, the way his eyes darted down to your lips- it was too much.

"y/n,"

"yes?"

There's a pause. Seungcheol's brows scrunch up as if he's trying to find the right words to say.

"you don't have to think so hard, Mr Choi," you offer, staring up him with wide eyes.

"Seungcheol." he states, "call me Seungcheol"

You're so taken aback you miss the desperate "please" he adds in at the end of his sentence.

"Seungcheol,"

"sounds so pretty when you say it"

There's a pull between your bodies. It's gradual and painfully slow, but you both feel it. He leans in, eyes darting to your lips, and your eyes flutter closed.

Hot breaths fan your face as you wait for him to kiss you, each exhale burning against your skin.

"is this okay?" he murmurs.

You try to say yes, to say something, but all that comes out is a shaky exhale. Lips parted, lashes fluttering, you looked so pretty. He couldn't resist the way you drew him in.

Slowly inching closer, Seungcheol presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It's tentative, hesitant, almost, like he doesn't want to scare you away. His plump lips cradle yours so gently, it's like he's barely even there.

You draw back, breathing hard. "we shouldn'-" you start, turning your head away, before he cups your jaw and pulls you in once again.

This time he works urgently against you, sucking at your lower lip so fervently, it leaves you breathless. Any semblance of doubt leaves your mind, and you pull him closer, fisting his shirt.

It takes everything in you to hold yourself together when his tongue licks at the seam of your mouth, demanding entrance. While he explores the hollow of your mouth, your hands roam the expanse of his broad shoulders, feeling each hard-earned muscle tense under your touch.

Your lungs burn for air, pleading for sustenance, even for a second, but his grip on you stays firm, holding you in place. Feeling woozy from the lack of oxygen, you have to push him away, almost, fisting his hair with one hand and tugging him back.

Finally, you breathe.

"woah, there-" he grins, when your knees buckle, causing you to faceplant into his chest.

You groan, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"c'mon, let's get you home, hm? we should probably sit down and uh, talk." he mutters, motioning between you and him, "about this, I mean"

"yeah let's- let's go home"

The walk is surprisingly pleasant. Any expected awkwardness, any uncomfortable tension, seems to have vanished.

You chat as you walk side by side, Seungcheol holding Kkuma's leash while you hold onto his free arm. It's painfully domestic, honestly. Your heart thuds violently in your chest with every step you take with him.

"...and then she told Hansol to call her his cutie sexy baby- you should've seen the look on all our faces, I wanted to quit my job then and there-" he shivers as he narrates an incident to you, and you giggle away like a schoolgirl. The way Seungcheol made you smile so effortlessly was commendable. No matter when he showed up, what he said, where he was going, he always made you smile.

"poor him," you offer, sympathetically, grinning from ear to ear as you neared your apartment. "this is me,"

"if you're tired from today, we can talk sometime else, oka-"

You interrupt him with a tiny peck on his lips, earning a look of disbelief in response.

"god help me"

Which is how you've found yourself here- stumbling out of the elevator with his lips pressed on yours, hands grabbing feverishly at the flesh of your hips.

"wai- Seungcheol hold on-" you giggle, fumbling to thumb in your house code.

He backs away, pouting and looks down at Kkuma apologetically.

"come in"

There's a hint of tension in the air now, with everything becoming far more tangible than before. This is happening. This is real.

You beckon him over to the couch, letting Kkuma settle on a rug somewhere in the kitchen, slowly drifting to sleep.

He sits beside you, leaving respectful distance.

"I uh, I don't want this to seem like I'm just fucking around- I don't usually do this,"

"do what?"

"this" he motions between your bodies. "I've been wanting this, wanting you, for so long you have no idea"

"oh-" You feel the breath knocked out of your lungs. Seungcheol felt the same way you did? He's wanted you for all this time, just like you've wanted him?

"I'd like to take you out on a date. Properly. I really like you, y/n-"

It's a miracle you don't melt into a puddle of mush then and there.

Choi Seungcheol. Hot customer. Has feelings for you.

"and it's okay if you don't feel the same way- really- I just uh, didn't wanna kiss you and leave things unspecified"

"I-" you start, staring up at him as you searched for the right words to say, "I like you too"

His face softens, a soft smile taking over his lips. You feel an all too-familiar heat growing between your legs.

"I'm glad"

The distance between your bodies is bridged by his hand- a galiant soldier crossing borders into foreign territory. It slides over yours, interlacing your fingers in a firm knot.

A sharp breath puffs out your lips, and all you can do is say his name. You aren't sure why, you aren't sure what you're asking for, but you call him- your voice airy and desperate.

"Seungcheol,"

"hm?"

Words escape you. There's nothing you can find in yourself to say. You stare into his eyes, watching the way the brown of his irises hold your picture within them.

"oh, sweetheart..."

And his lips are on yours.

Seungcheol guides your hand to his shoulder, sliding his own to your waist as he draws you closer. The way your lips mold against each other is nothing short of perfect, like you were made for eachother.

He nips at your lower lip, dragging it as he pulls back ever so slightly, and you can't help but moan. He grins. Your face grows beet red and you pull away, panting, embarrassed.

"you're adorable, y'know that?"

"shut up"

"you've got a lotta attitude for someone who can't handle more than a little teasing"

"I- I can handle more" you argue, brows furrowing as you shuffle closer to him.

"oh?"

Your eyes widen.

"n-no I didn't mean it like tha-"

"like what?" he smirks. "how'd you mean it then?"

You lower your gaze, opting to stare instead at the fabric of his trousers. Seungcheol hooks a digit under your chin and tilts your head right back up, forcing you to look at him, cheeks burning.

"who're you hiding from, hm?"

"m'sorry," you breathe, looking at him through your lashes.

"I wanna make you feel good," he mumbles as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. "may I?"

It's a simple thing- asking for permission- but it has your heart fluttering. He asks you 'may I?' like he's at your mercy. Like you have him bewitched. He'd do anything and everything you ask of him, now more than ever.

You nod, leaning in to kiss him yet again, before he lifts you off the couch and into the bedroom. His strong arms hold you steady, and all your worries fade away. All the questions in your head dissipate, until all that's left is him.

Only him.

"this okay?" he murmurs, placing you on the bed.

"more than okay"

"I'm gonna take this off now, hm?" Deft hands slide up your torso, lifing your shirt off to reveal the lacy bra underneath. He has to pause for a moment to compose himself at the sight.

"so pretty,"

"Seungcheool" you whine, tugging his hands to your breasts, "touch me"

Any resolve he'd built up, to control himself for you, comes crumbling down.

Like a man starved, Seungcheol devours you, placing hungry, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach as he trails his lips to the cup of your bra.

He kisses the swell of your breasts, while his hand slides under your back, unclipping the garment with ungodly precision. You gasp when your nipples brush against the loosened fabric, sensitive and hard.

"fuck," he drawls when he tosses your bra aside to reveal your bare chest. Seungcheol kisses the tender skin, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while his hand caresses the other, pinching at the sensitive bud.

His actions elicit a whine on your part, back arching into him with every swivel of his tongue, every pinch of his fingers. There's a dark grin painted across his handsome face when he pulls away, looking down at you.

"look so pretty under me, sweetheart"

You turn away, bashfully, feeling small under the weight of his stare. It's hot, how Seungcheol's self-assurance radiates off of him. He's confident but not pushy, not arrogant like the other boys you've been with. The prolonged eye contact feels more intimate than anything you've ever experienced- just you and him, gazing at each other like the world outside is a problem for another day. Right now, nothing exists but the two of you.

A hand travels down the valley of your breasts to the hem of your pants, teasing the skin right under the waistband. He wants to savor this, to savor you. But god you're so desperate he can't bear the thought of dragging this out any longer.

"gonna make you feel good, yeah sweetheart? would you like that?"

"please" you whimper, rubbing your thighs together.

Anticipation swells in your belly as Seungcheol crawls down to face your cunt, keeping his eyes fixed on yours with each sultry motion. He grasps the button of your pants with his teeth, tugging it open before his hands slide them down your legs, fingers ghosting over the smooth flesh of your thighs.

"pretty, pretty girl"

Shamelessly, he spreads you open, rubbing along your slit through your soaked panties.

"fuck baby- you're dripping" he groans, pressing the fabric into your folds. Your body jerks at the touch, and you let out a pathetic whimper.

"all of this 'cause of me? such a good girl" he coos.

"all 'cause of you Cheol- fuck- only you"

That was it. Seungcheol considered himself a patient man, usually, but tonight? God, he wanted to rip those flimsy panties off of you and have you cum on his tongue again and again until you were crying.

In one swift motion, he leaves you bare, shoving your panties in his back pocket like some kind of trophy. His tongue finds your hole, dipping in just a little to collect your arousal before dragging it up to your clit.

"oh-"

You feel him grin against you, lapping at your clit slightly faster now. Your hands fly down to hold him in place, back arching as loud moans flood the room. You can't recall the last time a man has made you feel this good. Heck, you can't recall if they ever have.

"please- fuck don't stop don't stop," you whine, hips rolling up to match the rhythm of his tongue.

He groans when he realizes how you're using him for your pleasure, sending tingles across your skin.

"that's it, sweetheart- fuck that's my good girl" he mumbles against your cunt.

You feel your high approaching with the expert flick of Seungcheol's tongue, and you pull him closer in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm. He senses you're close with the way your thighs begin to tense and quiver under his hold, so he slyly slips a finger into you, without warning, sending you straight over the edge in seconds.

Your voice breaks as you moan, head tipping back into the pillows as he pumps his finger in and out of your heat, working you through your orgasm.

"there we go, pretty- just like that, shit"

Seungcheol licks you clean, sending sparks shooting up your spine, before drawing back up to your lips to pull you into a messy, sticky kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue, moaning as he licks into your mouth like he'd die if he didn't. The friction against your bare skin draws you back to reality, and you realize he's still clothed

"w-wait-" you pant, planting your hands on his chest.

He pulls away, eyes fluttering back open in confusion.

"what's wrong? d'you wanna sto-"

"no!" you interrupt, eyes widening. "not at all- I just..." you trail off, tugging at his shirt.

He chuckles.

"you just?"

"y'know" you reply, coy as ever, grasping his shirt once again.

"words, sweetheart, gotta tell me what you want" His voice is teasing, playful.

"your- your shirt..." you pout.

"mhm what about it?"

You glare up at him, brows setting into a deep frown. "don't be mean c'mon,"

"say it and I'll stop, promise"

"t-take your shirt off," you mutter, blushing wildly, "wanna see you"

He cocks a brow at you and you hastily add in a desperate "please", leaving him satisfied. Without wasting any more time, he settles back on his knees for a moment, yanking his shirt off to reveal his sculpted form.

Your mouth hangs open.

Sure, you figured he was fit- those arms were a dead giveaway- but this took the cake. Hard, chiseled muscles greeted you, sculpted by the gods themselves, and you felt your mouth water.

"oh wow" you breathe, reaching up to touch him and feel those muscles for yourself.

He grins, hovering back over you.

"perv"

"have I told you how much I like you?"

There's a pause, before you break out into a fit of giggles, grinning at each other like two lovesick teenagers.

Seungcheol shimmies his pants off too, kicking them away, leaving only his boxers on.

"are you gonna-"

"eat you out again? yes. yes I am."

You smack his chest, rolling your eyes.

"you can do that tomorrow- I wanna... wanna feel you," you whisper, "wanna feel you in me"

He mutters a quick "fuck" under his breath, hastily shoving his boxers down as he balances his weight on one arm.

"are you sure, sweetheart?"

"mhm"

"anytime you wanna stop jus-"

"just tell you, yes sir" you quip, rolling your eyes yet again, only this time, you take notice of the way his gaze darkens at your words.

Oh this is going to be fun.

"sir," you whine, rolling you hips up into his, "please- please fuck me I've been good, haven't I?"

You're unsure of where this sudden boost of confidence has come from, but Seungcheol's blown pupils and parted lips spur you on.

"I'll be so good for you, sir- promise," you pout.

"do you even- fuck do you even know what you're doing to me right now?"

"mhm"

"brat-" he snarls, dragging his cock against your folds. You moan, losing whatever semblance of power you managed to build.

"that's better,"

You're about to bite back, say something mean, but he interrupts, pushing his dick inside you, slow but firm.

"you're- fuck you're so big" you whimper, eyes welding themselves shut at the stretch of your walls. "it won't f-fit"

"I'll make it fit, I promise baby I won't hurt you, hm?"

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes when he pushes further. He was huge. Your toys had nothing on him. Nothing.

"shh sweetheart you're doing so well for me," he coos, pressing in until he bottoms out.

Your eyes brim over and you sniffle, trying to accomodate his size. It takes a minute, with him kissing your tears away and mumbling into your hair, but you finally give him the green light.

Automatically, his hips draw back and snap into you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. His size was overwhelming, almost. He hit your g-spot effortlessly with each inward motion, and your brain fuzzed over with pleasure.

All you could think, all you could say, was him.

seungcheol, seungcheol, seungcheol- you chanted his name like a prayer, any notions of god, of a higher being, leaving your mind with him taking their place.

He held your life in the palm of his hand, commanding metaphorical deaths with his body. You'd be happy to die in his arms every night, and rise like phoenixes with the sun- souls unified after the previous night's escapades.

The steady but firm edge to his thrusts have you sobbing, crying on his dick, begging for something even you aren't sure of. Your cries echo through the room, followed by the sound of skin on skin. Your neighbours won't like this one bit, you'll definitely be in trouble tomorrow, but you can't bring yourself to stop.

He just feels so good.

"s-seungcheol I- please m'so close please please ple-" you sob, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

He leans into your lips, capturing them between his own. It isn't a kiss. Your mouths hang open, moaning and sighing into each other with breaths so hot you feel like you're on fire. Like you're alive.

Distracted by the heat generated by your enmeshed breaths, you fail to notice how his hand creeps down to your clit. You cry out when his fingers make contact with the sensitive flesh, rubbing tight circles into you as his thrusts increase in speed.

"m'gonna- sir m'gonna cu-" you moan, cutting yourself off when you feel your body slip into pleasure. Your throat has gone bone-dry, like the last time you touched water was when you were in the womb.

"shit-" he curses, using you to finish himself off, before quickly following suit and finishing on your thighs.

"you're so beautiful- you're so goddamn beautiful" he rambles, collapsing on top of you.

Your throat hurts, and all you can do is wheeze as you try to soothe your burning lungs.

He notices, and grins to himself, ripping his body off of yours- "wait here, I'll be back".

He's gone for a minute, before returning with a towel and some water. "here" he says, holding the glass to your lips as you shuffle to sit up, "drink."

While you do that, he crawls back between your legs and gently wipes away the mess he made on your thighs.

It's basic decency, you know it is, but you can't help the way your heart flutters at how caring Seungcheol is.

"thank you" you murmur, cringing at the sting in your throat.

He looks confused for a moment.

"f-for cleaning me up"

God you were so cute. He couldn't bear it any longer.

"I always will, you don't need to say anything, sweetheart"

You blush, for the nth time that night, grinning from ear to ear as you're hit with realisation.

Choi Seungcheol is officially off the market.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love Valentine's Day Special 2024

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

            “Mr. Sebastian, we finished decorating the manor!” said Finny excitedly, running up to Sebastian and (Y/N) as they came out of Ciel’s office after tea.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) exchanged looks. They hadn’t ordered Finny, Mey-Rin, or Baldroy to decorate the manor. It was Valentine’s Day, but that was not in the plans.

            “Finnian, I don’t think Sebastian or I recall requesting that,” said (Y/N).

            “Or the young lord,” said Sebastian.

            “Well, no, but we thought it would be fun!” said Finny.

            He led them happily down the hall, and Sebastian and (Y/N) had no choice but the follow to see what the three troublemakers of the manor had gotten up to this time. Finny led them to the doors of the foyer and grinned back at them.

            “And we think Lady Elizabeth will like it when she comes over!” said Finny.

            Ah, so this is going to be quite dramatic, thought (Y/N). How lovely. Sarcasm.

            Finny threw open the doors. “Tada!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened, and it took quite a lot to get a reaction from demons. That being said, no one could help but be shocked by what lay in front of them. Pink ribbons hung from the chandeliers and wound around the bannisters of the stairs. Large red heart ballons floated everywhere and were tied to the stairs, tables, and flower vases. Rose petals littered the ground, and large stuffed animals lined the walls. It was heaven for Elizabeth, yes, but it was…alarming to most other people.

            “What do ya think?!” said Mey-Rin excitedly.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they looked at her. Her black and white uniform had become pink and white to fit the theme. Finny was putting his hat on, and the back had a heart stitched on. Even Baldroy was grinning while in an apron that said “kiss the cook.”

            Hell, this is more than I wanted to deal with today, thought (Y/N).

            “It’s good, yeah?” said Baldroy proudly. All three grinned happily at Sebastian and (Y/N).

            “The Lady Elizabeth and Young Master are not spending their holiday here,” said Sebastian. “They will not be able to…experience these decorations.”

            And what an experience indeed, thought (Y/N).

            The three servants deflated instantly.

            “But we put so much work into this…” bemoaned Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and they interceded before the terrible mood of the trio ruined the plan for the day. “As the young master and Lady Elizabeth are going out today, you all will have the afternoon off.”

            The three perked up.

            “A day off?” said Baldroy excitedly.

            “Provided your chores are completed in a timely manner.” Sebastian gave a closed-eye smile. “And to my standards.”

            “Yes, sir!” said Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, saluting and running off.

            Sebastian tsked and looked around at the foyer. “We must make this presentable before Lady Elizabeth arrives.”

            “Well, it’s not as if this isn’t her taste,” remarked (Y/N), but they didn’t waste any time jumping up into the air and pulling several ribbons down.

            Sebastian smirked. “The cat goes for the ribbons first.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease, but they couldn’t help but smile fondly.

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            After the foyer was saved from tackiness, Lady Elizabeth arrived. After many effusions of felicity for her and Ciel’s date, she and he were brought out to her carriage.

            “Are you certain you do not wish for us to accompany you, my lord?” asked Sebastian after Lady Elizabeth got into the carriage.

            “This is a date, Sebastian,” said Ciel. “And if I call you, you’ll come.”

            “Of course. It is my duty as one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “Yes, I know, but I don’t need you near me during a date when all you are going to do is make eyes at (Y/N),” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) smothered a chuckle as Sebastian blinked, clearly not expecting that comment.

            “My Lord, that would be unprofessional,” said Sebastian.

            “As if it’s not obvious,” said Ciel, rolling his eyes. “Go and have a proper date. Set a good example as good butler would.” He stepped into the carriage and closed the door, having teased Sebastian to satisfaction.

            The carriage pulled away, and Sebastian and (Y/N) watched.

            “It seems you’re quite obvious, Corvus,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “The young lord is merely observant,” said Sebastian.

            “Mhm,” hummed (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips and glanced back at the manor. “So, what shall we do now? Those three will be a handful with a day to do as they please.”

            Sebastian smirked, reached out, and pulled (Y/N) closer. “Well, the Young Master did order me to have a proper date. I cannot disobey an order.”

            “That wasn’t an order,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smirking as Sebastian leaned in and kissed their cheek.

            “Perhaps not, but it is what I desire.” Sebastian looked at them with a smirk. “Among other things.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “I wouldn’t be opposed later. If you give me a nice enough date.”

            “I’m sure I can find what tempts you,” said Sebastian. “In fact, I know the perfect place from previous contracts. A lovely den of iniquity in London.”

            “Oh?” (Y/N) raised a brow. “Tell me more.”

            “The clientele care not for the rules of society and have relations with who they please and dress how they please,” said Sebastian.

            “Hardly a den of iniquity,” said (Y/N). Gender identity and romantic/sexual orientation were fluid and not really cared about within demon culture. They all acted as they pleased.

            “The humans always fear what they do not understand. They are fools who do not understand these things are natural,” said Sebastian. “But these people enjoy themselves.”

            “Outcasted humans getting to act as they please without censure. You’re using my own past to tempt me,” said (Y/N).

            “Is it working?” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “I believe so,” said (Y/N).

            “Excellent,” said Sebastian, leaning in to kiss them.

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            (Y/N) and Sebastian walked into the Painted Glass restaurant, hidden in the back alleys of London so that the clientele wouldn’t be at risk from any unaccepting people. The pair of demons entered and found themselves in the perfect restaurant for them. They had no cause to eat or drink, but the celebration aspect, the pride in their identity—well, (Y/N) and Sebastian enjoyed that.

            Indeed, as the music played gaily, couples of all sorts—men and men, women and women, people in between and men or women, and people in more than pairs—danced and ate and drank, able to just exist.

            (Y/N) was tempted to smile. They looked down on humans and their strange ways and habits, but after living a life where they could not exist freely as themself, they were pleased to see some humans had carved out a place for themselves.

            “Shall we dance?” said Sebastian.

            He didn’t say anything about (Y/N)’s expression. He respected their past and privacy to not tease about their human life. He knew they were no longer human and understood that, but he had brought them here so they could feel at home—not among humans but among people outside of society’s expectations. After all, Sebastian loved every part of them, and he wanted them to know that.

            “We shall,” said (Y/N), taking his hand and walking onto the dance floor.

            Sebastian drew them close, and they began to move to the music. “You look transcendent tonight.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “Well, seeing as I always wear my uniform, I thought I’d have some fun.”

            Indeed, their outfit was quite something. They had an off-shoulder black dress on that flowed down their legs. Beneath the loose, hanging sleeves was black lace, entwining over their skin and leading down to their gloves. The slit up their leg allowed them to twirl easier (and to let the tango tease Sebastian. (Y/N) loved to tempt him).

            “And you dressed up, too,” said (Y/N). “You’re too sinful for words.”

            “I couldn’t let you down; I’m one hell of a lover,” said Sebastian, damn-near purring. He had an entirely black suit on with silver stitching that shone in the light.

            “You are,” said (Y/N) as he spun them and dipped them. They threw their head back, teasing Sebastian with a view of their neck (which he would definitely be kissing down later).

            Leaning back up, the two were face-to-face as they continued to move to the music.

            “I’m not one for human holidays, and I fail to understand Valentine’s Day—after all, one should value their love every day—but I am glad to have this moment with you,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled genuinely, and Sebastian was incredibly proud of himself for creating such a lovely expression on their face. “I am glad to be with you, too. There is no being I’d rather spend my time with.” (Y/N) leaned in and touched their forehead to his. “Even when your contract ends, I never wish to be parted.”

            Sebastian smiled. “It would be quite an unusual arrangement for demons.”

            “What are we if not unusual demons?” teased (Y/N).

            “A fair point,” said Sebastian. He kissed (Y/N) as the music swelled and pulled them closer by the waist. “You are quite persuasive, my darling. I believe you’ve convinced me: we should always be together.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Sebastian again after he spoke. “I wouldn’t accept another answer. I have you, and I don’t intend to let you go.”

            “And I thought I was the possessive one,” remarked Sebastian with a smirk.

            “Cats are territorial,” said (Y/N). “And when I love something, I don’t stop.” They leaned in. “And I love you, Corvus.”

            “As do I,” said Sebastian. “I love you, Felis.”

            He leaned in and kissed them. They kissed back with equal passion. Among all the humans of different appearances and identities, the two demons were perfectly at home. They were surrounded by the heart of human love: those that loved despite everything going against. Just as the demons were strange for loving each other, so were these humans.

            And all of them found strength in their love. Strength to continue. Strength to be with each other. Strength to love.

            Yes, Felis and Corvus loved each other, deeply and eternally.

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SINNERMAN | Alastor x f.reader | part 2

Summary: After Sir Pentious’s failed attempt at spying on the hotel, the Vees approach you to make a new deal—a deal that you can’t refuse. Help them take down Alastor, and you will get to kill him again.

After all, the great butcher of New Orleans had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. And you would love to do it again.

Tags: Alastor x f!reader, slow burn, obsessive behaviour, enemies to lovers, spying, murder

PART 1. | PART 2. | Part 3. | AO3

Chapter 2. Offers of Champagne

Even if your office had modern technology incorporated into the older environment, you still preferred the sound of an old record player over the more modern ones. There was just something so soothing about an older record player, with its raspy and non-clean sound. 

It almost made you wish that you had died at an older age so that you could have experienced the evolution of music, but thankfully, your staff members loved to share the music they had loved to listen to while alive with you, and you often listened collectively to someone's choice in music at the end of a work day. Your only rule was that if they were going to play their music in the afternoon in the office, they had to use the LP record player and never a CD. 

The look on Vox's face, as he re-entered your office and heard the soft music from the record player echoing in the large open-plan office, had been equally confused and intrigued, and you wondered if his home was comprised of primarily modern technology. He was, after all, the owner of Prids tech giant.

"Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?" Oh, how you wished you had been alive to hear Nina Simone sing this song.

You stood still by the door to your private office, waiting for Vox to approach. He kept closing and opening his fists as he got closer and closer to the open door, his shoulders tensing as a slight buzzing sound came from him. 

"I did not expect you and your colleagues to get the 1500 souls so fast. You are full of surprises, Mr. Vox." You did not intend to torment him; you had never tormented any clients before, but you could not help yourself to tease him a bit. He was just so reactive, and your grin only grew as he shot you an irked glance.

The last thing you hear of Nina before closing the door behind Vox is her prayer for the Lord to save her. Oh, how ironicly fitting for Hell. 

"It was not too much of a hassle," lied Vox as he sat down on the same moss green couch he sat on the first time the two of you met.

In reality, Velvet and Valentino had been furious with Vox that he had agreed to the deal without talking to them beforehand, but because of the nature of dealmaking in Hell, they could not back down from the contract. It was binding, and everyone's hands were tied. You could not not fulfil their request, and they could not ignore paying you. 

"It has only been three business days. Usually, it takes weeks until I get paid for these delicate contracts," you said, folding your wings over the backset of your green armchair as you sat down. Even if wings had turned out to be a terrific addition to your afterlife, they could be quite a nuisance to live with. Sitting down in chairs and even sleeping could be quite an ordeal that had taken you some time to get used to, but it didn't outweigh the freeing feeling of flying.

As you cross your legs in front of you, effectively accentuating their curve in your black pencil skirt, you say Vox's eyes flicker down briefly before looking back up at your face. The disadvantage of having a TV screen as the face of your demonic form was that every eye movement one made became far more apparent to the observers. 

You dully noted Vox's small attraction toward you and filed it away in your mind. Keeping the information if you ever had to manipulate him again when his obsession wasn't driving his actions.

"Well, as you may know, you can always trust us to deliver," disclosed Vox, trying to give you a confident and suggestive smirk. You leaned your arm against the armrest, using your hand to cover the grin that pulled at the corner of your mouth.

Vox had a charm to him in a very pathetic way, but then again, you had never met a man who wasn't pathetic.

"After this meeting, I don't want you or your colleagues contacting me unless it is absolutely necessary. If you need me, you will first contact Claudine, and she will contact me. The less we interact, the easier my job becomes." 

Vox nodded in confirmation. His eyes glowed with determination. 

The transfer of souls was a harmless and relatively uneventful ordeal compared to whenever a deal was struck. You and Vox would shake hands, just like any other deal, but this time, there would be a golden light and the outlines of chains spinning around your hands instead of the sickly green light you were more used to. You could feel the souls moving from Vox's being over to you, and it felt almost like you could breathe easier. Your wings and ears twitched as you inhaled deeply at the feel of your powers expanding inside you. 

When you let go of the overlord's hand, Vox looked paler than usual. His hand shaking as he pulled it towards himself. 

"Would you like a cup of tea? Maybe something to eat?" you asked softly, feeling sorry for the sinner. Even if transferring soul contracts from one sinner to another doesn't look like a burdensome experience, it could drain the energy of the one giving the souls away relatively fast. You had found that the best remedy for that specific type of fatigue was to drink something warm and have something small to eat. 

Vox only nodded before he sank down further into your sofa. 

On the outside, Hell and Pride could seem like lawless societies where the laws of the jungle prevailed, and to a certain extent, it was so, but there was also a part of Pride where people grasped after power with greedy hands. If not through physical means, then by being the most cunning person in the room. 

Most sinners playing these games desperately tried to be the ones playing the game of chess instead of being the pawns on the playfield. However, only a few of the sinners were able to become players instead of tools in these vicious games. 

After all, this was the Pride ring of Hell. Reputation and connections were everything, and you prided yourself in having lots of connections all throughout the city and even beyond it. 

Connections and deals were the silent currency of Pride, and thanks to you being rich in this, you were able to get into a highly private gala event that you knew the princess of Hell, Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar, would attend. 

While Vox had argued in your meeting that you should have just gone to the hotel and introduced yourself to the princess instead of waiting a week, you claimed that a tactic like that would not have been natural and could have created suspicion in the others. Something that you did not have the luxury of even considering. 

Instead, you went with your idea, which led you to the private gala and to mingle with highly prolific sinners and demons in a penthouse overlooking the city. 

As you walked through the penthouse after politely leaving a conversation with a gorgon-like demon and a sinner with two heads, you grabbed two glasses of champagne as a staff member passed you by. Your green and black striped satin dress swayed like water as you moved through the crowd, heading to a downfallen Charlie, who had unsuccessfully tried to talk to someone about her hotel. 

"I would not morn the conversation you may have had with that sinner," you said in a soft voice, pointing with the champagne glass in hand at the shark demon Charlie had just talked to, "Mr Dubois is known for his drug dealings, and he is also a compulsory lier who is probably the worst thief I have ever seen." 

"Oh, really?" Charlie sounded genuinely surprised as she looked over at Mr Dubois, who was trying to talk to a representative from the Wrath ring. How the shark demon had made it into this gala was beyond you. Maybe he had a PR specialist who could work magic? 

You offered the princess the extra glass of champagne you had brought, which she took gingerly. Creating a better opportunity for you to trap her in your conversation. 

"I saw your interview on the news about your hotel." You said while taking a small sip of the bubbly alcohol, leaving a red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. "I'm sorry for how that woman, Katie Killjoy, treated you." 

Charlie almost looked physically pained by your reminder of that event, and you felt genuinely sorry for the girl. 

You assumed she was here to find more influential people supporting her dreams, but you knew she was fighting a losing battle. Charlie could, of course, be good at networking-after all, you did not know her that well, but you would rather guess that her dreams of rehabilitating sinners were so ludicrous that no one wanted to listen to her. You would even go so far as to say it was a miracle she had gotten someone like Alastor to help her, and you were dying to find out the bastard motives. 

"I must say, you are very brave in pursuing your ambitions. I know many sinners who, in secret, would be open to the idea of salvation and seek it if they could." It was half a truth and half a lie, your unique skill. You did know many sinners just like yourself, sinners who had done horrible things in self-defence or to protect someone else, and that had landed them a one-way ticket to the burning pits of Hell. But they were not evil souls. They did not thrive in misery or seek to hurt others; in your opinion, they would be the best candidates for the rehabilitation program. The problem was, though, that these sinners, like so many others, believed that they deserved to be in Hell, and that was what kept most of them away from the Hazbin Hotel. 

That, and the hotel's horrendous marketing. 

"Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you," said Charlie, turning more toward you. "I don't think we have met before. I'm Charlie. Morningstar." 

Her last name came out softer and more hesitant than before, and you wondered if the princess was a bit embarrassed by her heritage or if she was just modes. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlie. I am Monroe; I own the PR agency downtown," answered you using your sinner name. Most demons and sinners used a false and made-up name in Hell, including you. It was easier to detach yourself from your humanity, effectively accepting that you were a sinner, the scum of the afterlife, if one used a pseudonym of sorts. It was easier to live a life in Hell as someone else, the thing that everyone expected you to be, and with a new name, it became more prominent that you were a new "person". 

Only a handful of sinners used their human names in the afterlife, like Alastor, and every single one of them gave you the creeps. 

It was just something so disturbing of a sinner keeping their human name. It was as if they still saw themselves as their human selves or were proud of the lives they had lived. 

Rosie, the overlord of Cannibal Town, was the only sinner who still kept their human name and who you enjoyed spending time with. But that was mostly because she made the second-best cup of tea in all of Pride, after yours, of course.

"I must confess, princess." You leaned over towards Charlie, tilting your head down as you looked up at her, making your eyes look bigger and more innocent than you were. You wanted to create the feeling that your conversation was just for the two of you. A private and personal confession between friends. For that was what you wanted her to see you as, a potential friend. 

"I believe your Hazbin Hotel is Hell's best shot against the exterminations, and I want to help you in any way I can."

"You do?!" Charlie whispered quite loudly back towards you as a childish light danced in her eyes, almost making you regret deceiving her. 

"Yes, I do!" you said, faking excitement. "I think the hotel could really work. I don't know if I can help with the redemption part, but I'm somewhat of an expert in PR, and I think if we could just change the hotel's reputation, sinners would flock to the hotel like bees to honey." 

"But you are a sinner, yourself. Don't you want to be redeemed and go to heaven?"

You looked over at Charlie with genuine surprise. It seemed that you had underestimated her. 

You had assumed that Charlie's excitement would cloud her judgment and not question your involvement in her business, but you had not guessed that she would ask you if you did not want to be redeemed instead.

You inhaled and sighed softly as you closed your eyes. To Charlie, it would look like you were contemplating her question, but in reality, you were quickly thinking of an excuse for why you should be hired and not enrolled in her rehabilitation program.

"One day, maybe I'll be ready for the possibility of being redeemed, but I don't believe that is in the cards for me right now."

"The first step is just to want redemption," said Charlie softly, placing her hand on your arm to comfort. You gave her a genuine smile as you put your own hand over hers. 

The princess was too soft and trusting for her own good.

"The things I have done are not actions that can be redeemed so easily, and I still believe I need to atone for my sins," you lied straight through your teeth. There was not a single atom in your demonic body that believed that what you had done was wrong, and you never would. You had saved New Orleans from a bloodthirsty serial killer, and because of that, you believed that your actions had been justified.

"But let me work for you and help you with your dream. I could begin there, and one day, when I think I'm ready, I will tell you I'll resign, and you can enrol me in your program." 

The only time you would ever consider redemption was after you had killed Alastors demonic body, making sure that his soul would never return. Only when that monster was eradicated from every cosmic plane would you get on your knees and ask the heavens for forgiveness. 

Excited at the prospect of having another sinner join her cause, Charlie happily agreed to hire you as the hotel's PR specialist. And just like that, you had your way into the hotel and its inner workings. 

You and Charlie continued to talk enthusiastically about the hotel and the people who lived there throughout the event. Both of you had decided to move to the balcony that stretched around the whole apartment, looking out over the city. The red night sky was devoid of stars but illuminated by the divine light from the gate to heaven. It was a beautiful mockery of your hellish existence, a constant reminder of your wretched existence. 

While the night sky was starless, the twinkling lights of the city lit up the evening in a colourful display of technology and consumerism. Shouting sinners, car horns, and guns fiering could be heard in the distance. Prids every present ambience. 

Hell was truly beautiful in its own vile ways. 

"And then we have Vaggie; she's my girlfriend and is kind of in charge of the hotel's security. She will probably ask you some questions before you start working, but don't take it personally! We've just had some problems with other sinners before, but nothing serious," rambled Charlie, waving her hands around exuberantly so the content of her glass spilt over. She had not had one sip of the alcohol whilst you were almost finished with yours. 

"Alastor also stays at the hotel, but don't you worry! He has been trying to be helpful, even if his motives for why he is at the hotel are maybe not ... that wonderful." As she talked, you could see that Charlie grew increasingly uncertain when talking about the radio demon, and you wondered if she knew why he was there in the first place. You decided to ask her, making your voice meek, hoping the princess would interpret it as fear for the other demon. 

"Well, he says that he is bored and likes to see souls struggle to accomplish anything meaningful." 

That did sound a lot like the Alastor you had once known. Seems like Hell had not changed him one bit.

"But other than that, he's been pretty harmless!" 

Ha! That almost made you laugh. 

"Actually, I think he's here somewhere," remarked Charlie absentmindedly and turned around to look back into the apartment where everyone was talking more freely because of the alcohol. 

"What?!" you hissed before you could control yourself. Your whole body tensed up like a string on a bow. Charlie had, thankfully, not noticed your drastic change in emotions and continued talking.

"Yeah, he came with me since Vaggie couldn't. He left to talk to someone he knew, I think. I haven't seen him in a while, though."

It felt like your blood was boiling inside you. Every muscle was tense and ready to fight or flee. Your claws dug into the balcony railing, threatening to leave marks. 

"Oh no, wait, there he is!" exclaimed Charlie, calling the demon's name, who had just appeared by the glass door to the apartment. You turned around slowly and, for the first time in ages, came face to face with the monster that haunted your very existence. 

His demonic presence had not changed one bit since the last time you saw him all those years ago. Still the same tall freak with the ever-present grin you hated more than anything. Oh, how you yearned to erase that smile for good. 

His red eyes landed on you, and a shiver travelled up your spine, making your wings tense behind you. His gaze was soft, but there was a sharpness to them that you knew all too well. It was the same calculating gaze you had been so intrigued by and later come to hate. The calculating gaze of a killer. The same gaze that he had unknowingly taught you to make. 

His eyebrow lifted slightly as he looked at you, and you could feel your heartbeat buzzing in your ears. 

"Why, hello! I see that you have met Charlie. The name's Alastor; it's a pleasure to meet you." 

You felt like someone had pulled the rug from underneath you. The bastard did not even remember you!

The chock that incapacitated you took some time to shake off, but it took you long enough for both Charlie and Alastor to give you funny looks. It wasn't until you screamed at yourself in your own head to speak that you were able to croak out a greeting. 

He didn't even remember you.

Hmm, I wonder what consequences will come out of this~

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the obey me brothers with an s/o who works as a bunny girl at a bar?

Obey me Brothers + Bunny Girl s/o

Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t like being here.

He made an effort every year to do the bunny-butler event; at first to help his community, but then with Lord Diavolo asked. However, he never really liked it.

The only thing he did like about it was meeting [Y/N]. They were bright, helpful, and clearly too classy to be in a posh, but over sexualized, place like this.

“What can I get you gentleman?”

“Ah! [Y/N]!” Lord Diavolo cheered happily when they came over to greet their table. It was the only reason he would be in here ‘out of season’. He hated seeing them at work. “You look so cute!”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo.” [Y/N] replied with their coquettish smile as they took his drink order. “And for you sir?”

“Just water.” Lucifer replied in a gruff tone. To which [Y/N] just kept smiling and went to get their drinks. “I’ll be back.”

He caught [Y/N] just as they were coming back out of the service bar and got their attention. “Why do you insist on continuing to work here?”

“Because it’s my job?”

“You know what I mean. You could work anywhere. Or, nowhere. You know I would take care of you.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a kept woman.” Lucifer sighed. He knew that. “Besides, it’s not so bad. I make a lot of tips. I met a lot of interesting people. It’s pretty interesting, and there are worse jobs.”

“There are jobs with more clothes.” [Y/N] chuckled.

“I have to get my tables taken care of, but I’ll be back by and we can sit together on my break.” She snuck in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before anyone saw. Lest someone see and think that was a bunny service anyone could get. “Now, I have to work and you need to get back to your table. No loitering on the floor when bunnies are at work.”

“I know, I know…” He remembered that from his training and went back to his table. Not happy, but also not willing to argue.

Mammon

Mammon grumbled in his VIP seat. Shoulders tucked into the soft purple leather, with his arms crossed, as he stared across the room in anger.

He used to love coming here. The lights. The people. The vibe. It was one of the reasons he pushed for his brothers to help out when they were in trouble. That and his crippling tab debt he couldn’t pay off. But now it wasn’t the same.

“Is everything alright Mr. Mammon?” A cute, and sweet, bunny waitress asked when they came over to check on him as he hadn’t touched his drink.

“I want a different bunny.”

She seemed shocked. “Oh. Is there something I did? Am I not meeting your service expectations?”

“No. I want that one.” He pointed across the room at [Y/N] who was giggling with another table.

“I’m sorry sir. [Y/N]-bun is busy with that other group of customers. If you’d like I could.”

“No I want that one!” He insisted again, sitting upright. “Isn’t VIP supposed to mean I get whatever I want? I want that bunny. Send her over!”

The poor girl seemed taken aback and shuffled off. Heading over to [Y/N] and whispering in her ear, before she looked over at him. She didn’t seem happy, which made him gulp, but then pulled on a smile before she waved to her guests and came over. “Being in VIP means you get whatever you want?”

“Isn’t that what it’s supposed to mean….” He pouted and crossed his arms as, he could tell, he was not going to get what he wanted.

“No. It doesn’t. It means you get special treatment. Which in your case special treatment you don’t pay for as the owner is eternally grateful.” Ooo, that one stung a little bit as she reminded him of his cash flow problems. “But it doesn’t mean you get to berate my co-workers or act like an ass. Miranda is practically crying in the bathroom.”

“It’s not my fault those dumb dumbs didn’t sit me in your section like I asked!”

“It’s a big club Mammon. They can’t accommodate everyone’s request, even if we are dating. My section is pretty busy and you would be waiting for hours.”

“I would have waited for you!”

The demon huffed and slumped back into his seat. Morosely drinking his carrot juice cocktail. [Y/N] sighed.

“I know you’re the Avatar of Greed honey, but you can’t always get what you want.” He grumbled into his drink. “If you can be patient and nice to the other servers, I’ll come over after this table is done and we can hangout while the girls do their jobs. VIP entitles you to 2 bunnies.”

“Really?”

“Don’t get any ideas.” He clicked his teeth. “Now, I’m gonna have Miranda come back over here; if she’s even willing. You will apologize, and leave her a big tip. Understood?” He nodded. “Good. And, try to be happy Mammon. You’re bringing down the whole vibe with that pout.” He flinched a little when [Y/N] cutely tapped his nose, but still blushed. He supposed he could be patient.

Levi

“Let me see! Let me see!”

“Levi! Calm down! I can only get this thing on so fast!” [Y/N] whined from inside their walk-in closet as they tried to put their new outfit on.

The club was doing a promotional Fantasy Follies night. Where in, aside from just dressing up like bunnies, the girls would be themed to look like other bunny themed characters the fantasy genre. You know, bunny princess, bunny queen, bunny fairy.

As the most popular bunny on call at the moment, [Y/N] had the honor of dressing up like bunny Alice from Alice in Wonderland. One of the more notable, and elaborate, costumes done up for the event.

“You know you could just come down to the club and see it. I’m not really supposed to be wearing this until the event.”

“I hate people.” Levi answered. As if they needed reminding. “Besides, I won’t post any spoilers. I wouldn’t do that. But I need to see it before anyone else does. So please, please, please hurry up!”

“Ok, ok!” [Y/N] stepped out in a huff. Their hand on their hip just about the brocade skirt. “Satisfied!?”

Levi just sat on his beanbag chair in complete silence. To the point that [Y/N] thought he hated it and maybe it was all wrong. “KAWAII!!”

He jumped up and started taking pictures. “You look so cute! What is this skirt made out of?! Look at the stitching! It’s so intricate!”

“Don’t touch it or you’ll smudge.” [Y/N] told him. Giggling a little now that their panic was over.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’ll be good.” Levi said as he took one last picture. “I wish I could be there….”

“You know you could be?” There was always an open spot for Levi at one of her tables.

“No. I’d rather stay here.” Which was no surprise.

He sunk back into his beanbag chair and was already scrolling through is pictures. [Y/N] chuckled. “I’ll bring you back some carrot cake.” She told him, before kissing the top of his head and leaving for work. He seemed to busy with his pictures to notice but was happy with the cake when she got home.

Satan

*he chose to stay home and read a book*

Asmo

It was a typical night at the club for [Y/N]’s shift. The customers were consistent and happy. Everyone was working together to make sure things were covered. The floor show was doing well. Everything was on track for the night.

Suddenly, [Y/N] heard some loud shouting & cat calls behind her and she turned around. Cat calls weren’t uncommon in a bunny bar, but the ruckus was a bit more flamboyant than usual. Curious, [Y/N] sat her customer’s drinks down and went over to investigate the large group that had gathered around the dance floor.

“Asmo!”

The demon of lust turned around and beamed with a wave. “Hi [Y/N]~!”

“What are you doing?!” She asked as she pushed through the throng closer to him.

“I came to see you at your job. And, have a little fun.” He wiggled his butt like a little cottontail to thunderous applause.

[Y/N] grit her teeth. “We talked about this. You can’t wear our uniform in here.”

“No. Technically you said I couldn’t wear the men’s uniform in here.” He corrected. “This is the girls uniform. Look! We match!”

[Y/N] grabbed Asmo’s hand and dragged him off to the back; his fan’s complaining behind him. “Asmo, this is my job. This isn’t a game. This is where I come to make money and I need to be professional. I can’t do that when you come in here like it’s some big joke and cause a scene like this. You’re going to get me fired.”

Asmo’s beautiful face fell. “Oh…I didn’t think about that….” It was clear in his expression that he hadn’t. Only focused on himself and his good time, spending it with [Y/N]. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause problems. I’m sure it’s hard for the girls to have someone as beautiful as me steal the spotlight. Not you, obviously. But some of them.” She chose to ignore that. “I’ll go home and change, and come back as a regular customer. Would that help?”

“I think it would be best if you just went home for the night, and came back tomorrow.”

Asmo moaned in disappointment but didn’t fight. He was pretty good at taking his lumps when he got them. “Do you think my outfit is cute by the way?” He asked quickly before he left.

[Y/N] sighed, but with a smile. “Yes. It’s very cute.”

“I knew it!” He beamed, before trotting off in his high heels back home.

Beel & Belphie

[Y/N] loved working at the bar. In her opinion it was the best place to work in all of the Devildom.

The owner and management prided itself on having the best drinks, the best bunnies, and the best customers. People at the club were usually very civilized, polite, and courteous. But, every now & then, someone would slip through the cracks in the system. Fine, at first, until they got a few drinks in them.

“Come over here baby! Come sit on my lap!”

“That’s not really a bunny service we’re offering at the moment.” [Y/N] replied, through smiled, gritted teeth, as they tried to clean the booth of all the bottles & glasses in the area. He didn’t know it yet, but he was cut off. They were all just trying to run out the clock, instead of cause a scene by asking him to leave. “Can I get you anything else? Some water before you tab out?”

“Bullshit! Bring me another one of those carrot things.”

“Unfortunately, sir, the bar is closing.” She replied. “Would you like me to get you that water & your check now?”

“Yeah I guess…” Oh thank God. “What are you doing after work?” Oh jeez…..

“Going home to soak my feet.” She replied. ‘Gross’ stuff, like breaking character, usually got them out of their fantasy and moved on.

Not the case with this one. “Home hn? Well, I’ll join you.” The customer stood up. Through great effort and force of will to stay upright. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to call you a cab.” [Y/N] replied. Starting to feel like this was going to be an issue. “You can go wherever you would like.”

“Hey! I paid for you!” The man drunkenly reached out and grabbed her arm. Causing her tray and the glasses to fall. “I gave you a lot of money and you didn’t give me the service I want! So either pay-up, or I’m calling your boss! I know the owner!”

“Let go of me!” [Y/N] shouted. Trying to pull away from the customer, but it was hard with their drunk strength. He kept jerking at her until [Y/N] eventually lost her footing and fell back on the couch. The man towering over her.

But not for long.

Suddenly the man, with a horrible grin and glint in his eye, was lifted off his feet and into the air. He let go of [Y/N] and started flailing. Only to look over his shoulder and have his blood run cold as he locked eyes with orange burning flames. “You need to leave.”

Beel, who was usually very friendly and gentle, sounded very serious as he held the man up with one hand. He kept him there for a minute, prone, like when you held a cat by the scruff, before he dropped him. Scared and drunk, the man fell completely to the ground before he picked himself up and started yelling again. “Who do you think you are?!”

“Your worst nightmare.” Belphie slide out from behind his larger twin like an ominous shadow. “You should listen to my brother.” He then added, as it looked like the man was going to argue again. “He’s a much nicer person than I am. He’s giving you a chance. If it were up to me you wouldn’t have that disgusting hand that touched our [Y/N]. And you certainly wouldn’t have any of your other inferior parts to do what your repellent gnat size brain was just thinking about doing with her.”

Though Belphie was smaller, the man seemed to get the gist of the threat and ran away. Sprinting for the door as he likely pissed his pants. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to walk you home.” Beel answered as he offered his hand, the one holding your attacker aloft a moment ago, out to gently help you from your seat.

“You should have kicked that guy in the balls.” Belphie told you. Dabbing one of the cloth napkins in some water to literally clean the area where the man had touched you.

“It’s frowned upon to attack the customers.”

“You should have stabbed him.” He muttered. Seeming to ignore the fact that that was a clean escalation from the original threat of ball kicking.

The manager came up to see what was the matter after it was all done, and you explained what happened. The customer was banned. You never saw him again.

You hope that it was just because of the ban, but you could never be sure. Belphie didn’t seem to want to comment on it further when asked, and Beel just always shoved whatever food he had in his mouth to avoid talking.

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 5 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

Duaks!!!

The sound of punches and kicks echoed in the hall of the demon castle.

In a hidden dark alley. There are several people surrounding an object.

The object turned out to be not an item but a demon.

The devil who is our main character, Adele.

"Damn you, you are just using the reputation of the demon lord to protect your low caste."

"Yes, now you have become very pretentious since you became Mr. Demon's servant."

"Mr. Demon is more honorable than you, know yourself."

"You are a low caste, unable to use magic, dreaming of continuing to be a servant of the demon lord."

Meanwhile, Adele, who was being hit, closed her eyes and curled her body. He bit his lip with his teeth, trying to turn his screams into pain

Pained...

My whole body hurts so much...

They're babbling nonsense even though I don't care about my demon caste. I not even devil.

I don't really want to live like this either.

I want to go home, to earth.

I also want to be alive, not as a demon but as a human.

But fate made me like this.

What... I just give up?

It's easier to give up than to keep facing the same thing.

zrash

Suddenly there was a sound that came suddenly.

Then the sound of a sword cutting through a body was heard. Screams were also heard

At that moment I could smell a fishy smell that shouldn't be there...

Fishy? And screams? Am I next... 

Am I going to die next....

"Adele!!!"

I heavily opened my eyes. I squinted my eyes several times before I finally saw Mr. Demon's figure. He looks so panicked.

He lifted my body, Mr. Demon's face also got closer to me to see my condition.

Then his facial expression, which was initially worried, turned into anger. His eyes suddenly turned fiercer. And his facial expression also became fiercer.

"Sir demon, why are you here?" I asked haltingly

“I was looking for you, you were nowhere. Why did you let yourself get hit again?”

"I didn't just let myself get hit. I tried to fight as best as I could. But they were stronger than me."

I swallowed roughly. Trying not to show my sadness about this incident.

"Sorry for causing trouble to the Mr Demon."

Mr. Demon just kept quiet and carried me princess style before finally treating me himself in his room. I didn't utter a single words to him.

"Adele" He calls me, and it makes me look at him.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from now on."

'Why?'

"Huh, you must be joking, right? I'm just a lowly servant. Later Mr Demon will be considered a freak who protects a servant."

"No one will think I'm strange if I try to protect the people I love."

Adele could only stare while opening her mouth wide. His hands were also shaking involuntarily.

In her mind, Adele was already turning upside down in panic and didn't know what to say.

Her mind went blank for a moment, due to excessive shock.

This is the first time anyone has confessed their love to Adele.

Adele has been single all her life. Even though she used to be quite beautiful, no one ever said they liked her.

So denial is something Adele can do.

"You... Are you kidding me?"

"I've been battered like this?"

"Is this your way of distracting me?"

"If that's your method, sir, it really worked, you know? I'm fine!"

"Adele..."

Mr. Deon's gaze was unwavering. He did not respond to Adele's denial.

"I'm serious."

Mr. Demon's serious statement made Adele feel uncomfortable being looked at seriously.

Then finally the name answered while looking away

"If you're serious, why me? I'm not a human like Mr. Demon. Mr. Demon should also choose humans as partners. I'm just a demon who doesn't have magic. Of course I won't be compatible with Mr. Demon."

Mr. Demon just stared at the name for a moment before finally closing his eyes and starting to tell the story.

"Adele, you are a devil. I admit it." He started to hold Adele's hand. Squeeze it with slow but warm strength.

Makes my heart warm too.

"But in my eyes, you are more than just a lowly devil."

Mr demon opened his eyes.

"Even though you are impolite and always dodge problems."

"You have a kind heart, surpassing the devil and also surpassing the kindness of humans in this world."

"The proof is that you worry and care for me better than other humans and demons in this world."

"Even more than my family which made me have to fight in the war."

"But instead you are oppressed in a world that is not suitable for you right now."

"I've also given permission on my behalf if anyone dares with you but still misses out."

"I'm afraid that sooner or later you will do something undesirable"

"Mr. Demon..." I almost couldn't hold back my tears.

“You are really great. You know me better than I thought or is it because of your own experience?”

"Am I right?"

"... Yes. I did want to give up..."

"I just want to die. If only I could work here in peace, it would be nice. But continuing to be here is tiring inside. The bullying here almost makes me sick of everything."

"I didn't even want to come here. Even though I just wanted to survive..."

And finally Adele cried. Sobbing uncontrollably. There was no intention whatsoever to wipe away the tears and snot that were spilling everywhere.

In the end, the one who wiped Adele's tears was not Adele herself but the Mr Demon.

Although he was initially hesitant to do so. But he wiped away the tears that were welling up in Adele's eyes and wiped his snot with a tissue.

"No need for you to wipe, sir. I can do it myself."

"It's okay. This is the first time I'm entertaining people. Usually I'm the one being entertained."

"Did you forget your declaration of love?"

“Of course not. Do you want to?”

"Sir, did you know that I could have used the Mr Demon's declaration of love as a cover to hurt you?"

"People who want to hurt will never say it directly."

True, they like to stabbed from the back than to tell us.

"If I say I like you, sir, is that okay? Because we are two different creatures, humans and demons... We are never allowed to be together."

"I have great luck. There will definitely be a way."

"If we were together, would the Demon King just keep quiet?"

"Isn't it possible if our relationship is kept a secret?" Deon asked me.

If I remember the character of the demon king, no hope rising.

"I'm afraid that this method won't last too long."

**

“Finally the demon confessed his love to the that servant.“

“Demon Arut's weakness has been confirmed. Is the next plan feasible, Demon King? “

“Do it!”

To Be Continued

[sweetsmalldog]

SVSSS Liveblog Volume 1 Chapter 4

Honestly getting into a novel you hate because the monsters are cool is valid as hell

Him not eating when Binghe is gone is such a bad sign, he’s not gonna eat after he pushes Binghe into the abyss is he?

“I don’t want to throw him into the Abyss but I also don’t want to die” is good motivation

I know Binghe was twirling his hair thinking about the conference like “I’m going to win the whole thing and Shizun will see how strong I am”

Pretty art!!! Also blatantly pinning Binghe!!!

Shen Qingqiu, internally: right for his future harem Binghe: Looking at him like that

In my heart Binghe has a little diary where he writes Shen Qingqiu’s name surrounded by hearts and plans their wedding and combines their last names and stuff

Them flying on their swords is really cool

“Your spoiled what’s next snacks” “That’s a great idea Binghe do you have any snacks”

He is spoiled and pampered tho <3 he’s got that Princess privilege as the rightful sole future love interest, the protagonist’s most favorite and specialist guy

“Don’t thirst after my disciple” He is gay if that helps

“Of course they don’t want me watching how could I forget” meanwhile Binghe is jealous as hell

This Palace Master is going to come back later isn’t he

Not him bemoaning that fact that Luo Binghe is being kind when it prevents him from showing off

Not the foot fetish material!

He doesn’t care about looking at them in the water because he’s only got eyes for you dude!! You’re the love interest now they’re just randos! You got promoted and they got demoted

Why is “now the threesome scene can’t happen in the future” your reaction to children dying?

Only Luo Binghe can’t be killed, I get thinking “They’ll probably be fine” but that’s been stated a couple of times. Luo Binghe is safe the rest of y’all should learn to protect yourselves tho

Maybe now isn’t the time to mention it but I had a platonic crush on the girl from The Ring as a child

Local man understandably not ready to see teens murdered by monsters

“You can’t go there’s a chance your powers will stop working and you’ll be murdered” “well I’ll for sure die if I don’t do anything so I’m going”

Heads growing spider legs is actual nightmare fuel

Binghe just wants to heal him :((

The Abyss is open

Also PRETTY ART!!! And a new hot man!!

… And Shang Qinghua I guess

Listen I’m far more interested in the new beautiful man who just showed up then the traitor peak lord

He’s supposed to be evil Binghe’s right hand… I mean pretty privilege is a thing and if anyone deserves it…

Listen I’m aroace not blind

Shhh let him show up early ya know for the “plot”

His sword broke :( I know he’s supposed to get a new cooler one but the swords here are cool

“Aw shit I wasn’t demon racist and now it’s biting me in the ass”

Also this hurts

:((((( BINGHE!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO

I can’t even fully appreciated the art because I’m pain

How it started:

How it’s Going:

Not everyone thinking he’s dead ;-;

I’m gonna take a minute no one talk to me

Him forgetting Binghe is gone ;—;

And he’s unwilling to admit how much he missed him sir your repression is showing

HIM MOURNING BINGHE’S INNOCENCE AND YOUTH I’M GONNA CRY-

Heart break points ;-;

This motherfucker’s the author, Shen Qingqiu kill

I hope Mr. Masturbation fucking dies I’m so upset

Shen Qingqiu kill this man and my life is yours

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there,

Not sure if this was asked already or what tag i could find this in but could i ask for some regency era fics where aziraphale is fem presenting? Preferably with masc crowley but it doesnt have to be, and any rating is fine

One that i remember reading that's like what ive described is Time Flies (When You're Having Fun) by Mussimm

If this is too specific then any regency era fics would be fine! Another i enjoyed (but havent finished) was Just Married by TawnyOwl95

Thank you!

Hello. We have a #regency tag you can browse through. Here are some featuring female presenting Aziraphale and male presenting Crowley...

Waltzing Vaguely Downwards by WorseOmens (NR)

Lord Crowley was not looking for a potential wife, when he arrived at this party. That doesn’t mean he won’t find one.

Through the Centuries by NightValeian (T)

In order to assist Aziraphale with an assignment, Crowley suggests they pretend to be married. When the end draws closer, Aziraphale is surprised to find she doesn't want it to end.

Of rank by angelsnuffbox (E)

A lady of rank was not her own person, rather, she was always a woman of some man. Lady Aziraphale Fell had long ago accepted this fate, and went about defying it in all the ways she could. But a stranger she meets at a ballroom seems set on providing her with a fresh perspective.

A Nightingale in Berkeley Square by Ack_Emma (E)

Nightingale isn't like the other servants. It takes Sir Anthony a while to figure this out. It takes him hardly any time at all to grow extremely alarmed about it.

His Affections Be Her Salvation by ServantOfMischief (M)

Gabriel is determined to make his cousin's stay as comfortable as possible, despite the conditions that came with housing her in his home. Aziraphale has no illusions as to why she's heading to London, why her father seemed so happy with sending her away, but she will not look a gift horse in the mouth.

The Ineffable Mrs Eastgate by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Everyone likes Mrs Eastgate, including Sir Anthony Crowley. Even if it is a threat to his heart, and, sometimes, his dignity. Mrs Eastgate likes Sir Anthony Crowley, could love him even. If only the infuriating man would stop proposing to her.

And the two you mentioned...

Time Flies (When You're Having Fun) by Mussimm (E)

Versailles, 1769 - Aziraphale has a blessing to perform at a masquerade ball and it's important that he gets this one right. So important, in fact, that he can't seem to leave until he does. But with a fancy dress, an attentive demon and an endless supply of champagne, it's a little challenging to stay on mission.

Just Married by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale East does not wish to get married. His mother has other ideas. After all, what other choice does a gently bred omega have? When Aziraphale persists in rejecting suitors, Mrs East takes matters into her own hands. However she has thoroughly underestimated how stubborn her youngest child can be. As does his new husband.

- Mod D

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 5,820

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

Chapter 8: Death take's a holiday

POV: Y/n

I am properly on my sixth cup of coffee at this point because I was so tired from staying up all night thinking about all the bullshit tremoli I've had to deal with. Also, I can sip it and not have to talk to Sam and Dean unless I had to. The last few weeks have been tedious with the three of us tip toeing around the fucked-up things we said when we were under the siren’s spell even though it was the truth at the moment to us. Sam was on the phone to Bobby talking about an interesting case he had found, and Dean was banging at the jukebox to get it to work, and I was trying not to explode with all the emotions I had running through my body. “No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. ...Okay, Bobby, thanks.” Sam said, hanging up the phone. “What's up?” Dean sat down. “Bobby found something in Wyoming.” “A job?” I questioned. “Maybe” he responded. “Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half.” “Ok and is that not a normal good thing.” I questioned. “Well, it's how they're not dying.” 

 “One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.” “Capped in the ass?” Dean questioned and I chuckled under my breath at that one. “Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter.” “Alright that one no way someone is walking away it looks like we got a case.” I said as it seems like I spoke to them for the first time today. “It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something.” Sam said to us. And he wasn't wrong it looked like this had demon’s fingerprints all over it. The boys get up to leave as I stay sitting. “Y/n come on” Sam said to me. “You sure you guys want me to go with you. I mean you might have to save me and that is just pathetic right?” I said sipping my coffee and not looking up from my cup. “Y/n/n we said we're sorry okay I thought we were past this.” Dean responded looking sorry for a second. I finished my cup and got up not bothering to look at them. “Yeah, we're past it.” I said as I walked past them.

We were now at the man’s house who was shot straight in the chest and is now walking around like nothing had touched him. “Now you three said you were bloggers?” He asked us. “Yes, sir. Floored by the Lord dot com.” I answered. “All of God's glory fit to blog.” Sam and I both look at Dean like really. “Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle.” I said to him. “It was. Plain as day.” “How can you be so sure?” “How else do you explain it? The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston.” It does sound like a miracle but sadly with this life it never really is. “Well, how do you explain it?” Dean asked. Jim looks over to his daughter who was coloring at the other table and smiles. “Look, honestly. I was nobody's saint—not exactly father of the year, either.” “Okay”

“But when that guy shot me, and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance.” Right the Lord. "That so?” “I had this feeling—like angels were watching over me.” Huh okay now that's something we can work with. “I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.” “Trust us Jim we understand.” Especially if an Angel is becoming my best friend. “You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?” Sam asked getting info if this was a Demon thing. “No” Jim said back confused. “Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?” Should have stopped at the first question. “Who'd you guys say you were again?” The three of us look at each other. “Never mind. Thank you for your time.” I said getting up to leave. 

Dean was reading something on the computer while I was getting coffee … again. “Hey” Sam said entering the room. “Hey you find anything else?” I asked him. “That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary.” The more I hear about people living their lives I want to leave this phenomenon alone. “Any sign of a deal?” Dean asked. “No. What about you? Found anyone dying around here?” “Not since Cole Griffith.” I responded back. “Poor Kid was 12 and dropped in his front yard. It was the last death we could find.” “So, what are you guys thinking?” Sam asked us. “Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is.” Dean said back.

“I think we would all love that Dean, but I don't think so.” I said back to him. “Yeah miracles? Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?” “Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers.” He was right so what was going on in this town. “Dean’s right the souls aren't being taken.” “Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them.” Sam replied back. “No reapers that would explain this.” “Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reapers on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam, Y/n.” “Well let's talk to someone who might Cole.” I said. “The kid? The kid's a doornail.” “Maybe maybe not but we could go talk to him to figure it out.” “I love how matter of fact you are about that. Strange lives.” We do have strange lives since we're talking about talking to a dead person.

We were digging up Cole's grave well more like Sam and I. Dean was going through Dad’s journal. “You sure this is gonna work?” He asked Sam. “No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out.” “I can't believe we're doing this to a kid’s grave. It's messed up.” I said I was still digging. “Yeah, well unfortunately it's part of the job.” Sam gave me an answer when I was not looking for one, I was hoping maybe for some sympathy. “This job is jacked.” Dean said, sounding done. “How so?” Sam questioned. “You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people.” He was right but whatever was keeping the souls I had a feeling was not good. “Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order.” Sam’s response to Dean was complete Bullshit. “Sam, you want to talk “natural order ", how about Dean coming back from Hell or us still being alive after dealing with the jackpot of death.” I finished jamming my shovel harder in the ground annoyed at Sam. “Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?” I did a double take at him.

“Really Sam? We are not like others, we are just as human as others.” “Y/n/n come on as you said Dean has been to hell and I'm infected with demon blood, and you are practically besties with an Angel.” I scoffed at his reasoning. “Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, and you y/n as a secretary but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be.” “You gonna help us finish this?” Sam asked Dean as a man walked up. “Hey!” shit shit shit we really need to get better at being quiet digging up graves. “What are you doing here?” He questioned. How do you even reason this? “Uh so this does not look like what it is.” I said, sounding nervous. “Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship.” Fuck we so need to get better. “What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—” Dean was trying to reason. “I don't have a good answer.” He said and I gave him a really look. “We're leaving.” Sam said as we got out of the grave.

“You're not going anywhere.” Huh? “Ever again. Sam.” The man said as his eyes rolled to white. Oh, fucking great its Alice from Hell. “Alastair.” “I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy.” Dean said, backing away a bit. “Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway, I have no time to chat. Got a hot date with death.” He flicks his hand at Dean and I as he flies back and hits some tombstones. “Dean, Y/n!!!” Sam yelled out. I was slowly fading as I saw some things as Sam had flicked Alastair back. “You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?” “You have no idea.” And then Alice smoked out Sam was still hooked I thought as I went out like a light.

I was sitting on the motel bed with a hell of a headache and an ice pack and wondering about Sam. “How you two doing?” He asked, walking in. I was thinking a lot about how to talk to him about this. I may be pissed but he was still my brother there was a reason why he was still hooked. “We're in pain, that's how we’re doing. I think we have concussions.” I think he was right because things were starting to cross. “You want some aspirin?” “Oh God yes please” I said, grabbing at it. My brothers may be able to tuff it out around but not me. “No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?” Dean said and of course he would say no. “Yeah. So much for miracles.” Sam replied. “And what the hell happened with Alastair again?” Dean questioned. What is Sam going to say to that I wonder. “I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever. And it didn't work, so he bailed.” Really Sam Alastair the big bad Demon couldn't fling a human when he did to us yeah that's believable. “Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time.” “Got no idea.” Sam’s got to get better at lying. “Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat us like idiots, okay?” Dean said to Sam about us, and he had no idea. “What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets.” 

As I said before, get better Sam. “Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?” See, even Dean can sense when something is going on. “Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging.” “And what did he think?” I asked. “He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone—kidnapped.” “By demons? Why?” “Listen to this.” As he read from the notebook. “"And he bloodied death under the newborn sky—sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured."” “Ha I really hope I'm wrong sam but that sounds biblical like a seal.” “Well you are right Y/n unfortunately basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon—tomorrow night, by the way—you got yourself a broken seal.”

“How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death.” Dean examined. “I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once.” Yeah, sadly they aren't on doctor calls even though I would love to give Cas a pager. ““What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?” “You got a better idea, I'm all ears.” “Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.” Right, oh no.”Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them…” No No No.”Then we become ghosts.” Dean said, putting his ice pack back on his head. “You do have a concussion.” “No Sam he doesn’t he's just insane he's talking about astral projection. Which means Pamela, which means she is going to hate us more.” I said sighing and lying back on the bed.

Pamela and Dean enter the room with Pam looking pissed. “I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you three are.” She was right, we go look for danger every day. “Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes.” Sam said to her trying to lighten the mood. “Aw, that's sweet, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?” Damn “Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?” She asked us. “Yo.” Dean said, raising his hand a bit. “Of course. Chachi.” I love how she calls them out like I do. “So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world? Do you have any idea how insanely heavy-duty that is?”

“Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so…” “So, it's nuts.” “Yes, it is but that's why we came to you.” I replied. “I do. Know what to do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap.” “Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too.” Dean said to her, and he sounded like a total dick. “Nice. More blind jokes?” “You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more” I look at her and grab her hand. “Please Pam, we need your help.”

I was closing the curtains so it would be an easier environment to slip into the astral plane. While the boys were lighting some candles. “Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how are you gonna save it?” She asked us which was a good question since we hadn't gotten that far. “With style and class.” Dean replied with his usual cocky attitude. “You're gonna be three walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot.” “I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us.” Sam said. “Sam, they had years to be mad and to practice for us it will be like going into kindergarten with seniors.” I replied to my brother's comment. “Y/n’s right.” Pam agreed with me. “Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming.” Dean said, slapping his hands together in preparation. "Wow, couple of heroes. All right. Lie down. Close your eyes.”

Sam layed down on the left bed and Dean and I layed down on the right because there were only two beds. “Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime.” I open my eyes and look around at everything looking the same. “Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?” Dean said and Pam did not respond. I look at Sam as he jesters to our bodies. “Damn this is trippy.” “You can say that again” Sam said, agreeing with me as Pam stood up.

“All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back. I'll whisper the incantation in your ear.” She said as she whispered something to Sam and I'm guessing I didn’t want to know what she said. “Y/n be safe.” “Thanks Pam you too.” I responded back even though she couldn't hear me. It was nice to have someone other than my family care about me.

We are walking on the street, and everything looks like it's colored in a bluish tint. A jogger runs through Sam like he was air well I guess he was. “That was wild.” Dean said smiling like this was fun. He then proceeds to put in his arm through Sam. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Get out of me.” Dean looked at me. “Oh, don't even think about it ghost or not I'll still kick your ass.” I said to him, “You guys have no fun. Come on.” He said walking further down the street. “Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours. No demons, no black smoke.” Dean finished as I looked up to a window of a house and saw someone staring at us. “Hey. Three o'clock. Kid in the window.” I said to them nodding my head up, he saw us and disappeared. “It's Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town.” We look at each other and head to the house.

We go upstairs and we can hear stuff being thrown and Miss.Griffith running away scared and sad. As we enter the room Cole is standing by his dresser and he throws a soccer ball right at us. “Stop! How are you doing that?” Dean said, grabbing Cole's hand. “Who are you?” He asked us. “Cole, it's okay.” I said approaching him. “How do you know my name?” “Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but...you're—dead. You're a spirit. Us too.” Sam said to him. I'm pretty sure he knows. "Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?” See. “We just want to talk.” I said to him. “About what?” 

Mrs. Griffith was pouring another glass of her poison at the kitchen table, and it was like looking at a video of me from when Dean was in Hell and Jack and Daniles was my best friend. Cole was standing closest to his mom looking at her. “I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold.” He had passed away in front of his own house from an asthma attack kid deserved so much longer. “Cold air can cause an asthma attack?” Dean asked and Cole shrugged.

“But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.” “And that's when you saw the man?” Sam asked referring to the reaper. “Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but…” He turned back to his mom. “I didn't want to go.” I don't blame him, I don't think anyone would. He was a twelve-year-old full of life with a great family. “How'd you get rid of him?” Dean asked him as in where the reaper went. “I didn't. The black smoke did.” “Black smoke?” “It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he.”

“Do you know where the smoke went?” “No. But I know where it is.” Just than the lights started to flicker, and the house started to shake. “They're back.” Cole said. “Who?” He doesn't answer and vanishes. And a white shaped figure went upstairs. “Hey! Hey! Wait! We need to talk to you!” Dean said going after the white figure. Sam and I following. A woman comes down the stairs and she looked at Dean like she knows him. “Dean.” She says to him, and it looks like she does. “Do I know you?” He asked. “We go way back.”

Tessa walked down the stairs in front of us. “You don't remember me?” she asked Dean. “Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time, I heard a girl say that... You're gonna have to freshen my memory.” Tessa then surprises us all by pulling him forward and gives him a soft kiss and let’s go. "Tessa” Dean says with a knowing expression in his eyes. “That's one of my names, yeah.” “So, you do know each other?” I questioned. “From the hospital after the accident.” “Wait the one with Dad?” He nodded. “So, this is the reaper that came after you.” Sam questions looking at them both. ��Yeah” Tessa then turns to the stairs to go up to the kid I’m presuming.

“Well, this was fun. Now, if you'll excuse me—” “Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't—you can't take the kid.” Dean stops her. “Why?” “Demons are in town, that's why. They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.” “So?” “So, you should leave, or you could be next.” I said to her. “Except that this town is off the rails.” When we are talking to her Mrs. Griffth is getting ready to go somewhere while Sam and I watch her. “And someone has to set it straight.” She said to us. “Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances.”

Dean said, trying to reason with her. “What? Your whole angel-demon dance-off? I could care less. I just want to do my job.” I wish I could do that. “Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town— “Sam starts to say. “No.” “Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this? Please.” Dean asked, pleading with his eyes. “All right, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.” Damnit “Okay well I'll go find him.” I said starting to go upstairs but Dean stopped me. “Wait, wait, wait, wait. What— What are you gonna say to him?” I answered honestly. “The truth.” I said as all three starred after me like I was crazy.

As I walked up to Cole's room, I hoped that I could approach him in a delicate way and still tell him. “Cole? It’s me Y/n” I looked to the closet door and saw it was closed and I went over to knock on it. “Cole, I just want to talk.” He opened the door with his ghost powers, and he was sitting on the ground with his head in his knees. “How did you know I was in here?” He asked me. “When I was your age, I used to hide in here too.” I sat down next to him. “This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too.” I hoped he could see I wanted to help him. “The worst is my mom.” “Must be hard seeing her like this.” “She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but...she only gets sadder.”

“When someone I loved passed, I was like your mom I basically kept on talking to a ghost.” I said referring to myself when Dean died and went to hell. “I don't know why you're telling me this. I'm not telling you where the smoke is.” “Cole, I’m telling you this to help you when I was like your mom, I had someone help me so maybe you can be that for her.” “She feels your spirit, that's why she's sad because she can't be with you. So, imagine how she will feel when you move on.” He doesn't speak. “When you go, I'll be right next to you, so you won't be alone. I promise.” He looks up. “Promise” “Promise” 

Cole and I walk downstairs as I clear my throat. “It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me.” “I saw the black smoke at my funeral.” “At the cemetery?” Dean questioned. “At the funeral home. It was everywhere.” It makes sense for reapers, funeral homes. Then the lights started to flicker again. “You doing that?” Dean asks Tessa. “No.” The doors burst open, and the black smoke invades all over the room and I can't see for a second and when it's gone so is Tessa. “Tessa!” “Cole, you, okay?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?” Dean asked, sounding annoyed. “Good question, learn some ghost moves.” I suggested. “By tonight? Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's.” I shrugged. “Who's Mr. Miyagi?” Cole asked and the three of us just between us and feeling old and me sad for Cole for not seeing the legendary Karate kid.

Cole was teaching us how to move a windmill and it was harder than I thought it would. Right now, Dean was trying. “It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate.” “I am concentrating.” Sam and I both raise our eyebrows at each other. Dean moves it a little bit. “Ah, here we go, baby.” And it stops. “You pull a muscle?” Cole said and let me tell you he is a funny twelve-year-old. “All right, Yoda, let's see what you got.” Cole tries and the windmill and the porch bench goes crazy with wind. “Nice Cole, that is so cool!” I said to him fist bumping him.

“Dude! You are so Amityville.” Cole smiles. “This isn't even the good stuff.” We were now in the living room learning how to punch. Cole punches Sam and he folds over. “See? If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad.” Oh, I can get mad. Sam stands back up out of breath. “Yeah, got it.” “Now you try. Hit me.” Cole said Dean. “Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size.” Cole then punches Dean and Sam and I both laugh. Dean then goes to punch Cole back, but he vanishes. “Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that.” I said to him.

Dean, Sam, and I walked over to the funeral home, and it was covered in glowing blue diagrams, mostly six-sided figures, some in circles and some in squares, all with lines through them and squiggles inside the triangles thus formed. “This looks like New Jack City. Can nobody see this?” Dean questioned. “Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil.” Sam answered. “It could be keeping out Angels.” I add in. “We'll find out.” We walk in and in the middle of the room, there is a square with triangles on each side to form an eight-pointed star, with squiggles at each point. Lying in the figure are Tessa and an old man in a suit, presumably the first reaper.

A Demon was standing guard next to the star. “Watch and learn boys.” I said going behind the Demon and tapping him on the shoulder and when he turned, I punched him and when he tried, I disappeared. Dean then comes to the other side and does the same and Sam knees him in the chest. It was an all sibling beat down. He scrambled away to a hide behind a coffin. We followed him and we didn't see the other demon behind us, and he pulled a rope that brought down an iron rod that dropped and trapped us in. A third Demon walked, and it was my favorite fucking one Alice in wonderland.

Alastair approaches us with a shotgun and shoots Dean, and he disintegrates. “Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?” Sam and I glare at him as Dean reappears. “Alastair. You bastard.” “Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?” We can't do anything. Usually, I love Iron and rock salt but today it's a pain in the ass. “You know what Alice, why don't you hop your way back to Hell.” I said grinding my teeth.

“Ah the little Winchester you may be a bitch, but you got some kick It's going to be fun peeling your skin off. And I would go back. They just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.” “To kill death?” “No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.” He cocks the gun again and this time he shoots me. I reappeared and son a bitch that hurt. “You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us.” “Ah, that so?” 

Alice now has a giant scythe in his hands. “Anyhoo… moons in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?” “You're gonna kill a reaper with that? It's little on the nose, don't you think?” Dean said. “Is it? “An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos.” He walked over to the reapers. “And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse. It pays to have friends in low places. Don't you think?” Alastair picks up the old reaper and enacted the incantation and kills him. As he does this Sam and I look up at the chandler and have the same idea. He then goes for Tessa and Sam, Dean and I concentrate on the chandler to bring it down. It falls down and breaks the trap and Tessa is able to break free. She unhooks our trap and we’re able to get out. “Bye-bye.” Dean said and the four of us vanish. 

We get back on the street and Dean and Sam are not here. “Where are your brothers?” Tessa asks me. “I'll find them when you get out of here.” She leaves and I go looking down some alleyways “SAM! DEAN!” I yell. “You can't run. Y/n. “I turn and their standing is Alastair. I back away and he follows “Not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours.” He's about to attack but instead a white, blue lighting strikes him. “What the Hell?” “Guess again.” I turn back around, and Cas is there.

“What just happened? You guys just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. y/n, this was a victory.” “Were you here the whole time?” I ask him. He looks away. “Enough of it.” Great. “Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt.” “That script on the funeral home—we couldn't penetrate it.” “It was enochian I was right” “Why do you think I recruited you guys in the first place?” Wait hold up. “You recruited us?” I ask. “That wasn't your friend Bobby who called, y/n. It wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal.” “That was you?” He nodded looking down.

“If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?” “Because whatever I ask, your brother seems to do the exact opposite.” “Cas you could have asked me, I would have helped you.” “You shouldn't have to.” “So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?” “Yes.” “These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?” “You did for Dean” “He’s different. So are you.” “What does that mean?” I ask him. “Y/n? I could use your help.” It's Tessa and when I turn back to Cas he's gone.

Cole is staring at his mom again and she is looking at a photo book of Cole. “Look at her, Cole. Do you see how unhappy she is?” Tessa said, trying to convince him. “That's why I want to stay with her.” “As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go. Because you won't let go of her.” “Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?” “Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise.” “That's not an answer.” “She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.” I said to him. “Why?” “Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you. It's okay to be scared.” “I'm not scared.” “We're all scared. I'm scared every day that I won't be able to save my family. It’s okay to be scared Cole.” He pauses.

“Are you coming?” He asked me. Staring at him I walk over to him and hug him. “I won't but you will be okay. I know being scared feels horrible, but I have a secret. I turn that into bravery for the people I love because they deserve it. I know you can do it too.” He let me go. “Thank you, Y/n, for telling me the truth.” And with that he walked over to Tessa and hugged her, and he melts into a white light. “Look out for that boy.” “Look out for yourself, Y/n.” “What do you mean?” “I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Y/n 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Y/n.” “What” “The angels have something good in store for your brother. A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Y/n. There's no such thing as miracles.” “What the Hell are you saying?” I didn't get an answer as I woke up.

I wake up with a deep breath and look around to see my brothers and Pam hurt. “What happened?” I question racing to her side. “Y/n, where's Tessa?” “She's…” “Pamela, I'm so sorry.” Sam said, getting emotional. “Stop.” “You don't deserve this.” “Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—to go to hell forever introducing me to you three in the first place.” “Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place” I said to her comforting well trying. “You're lying.” She was right, I was. “But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime.” “Y/n come here.” I go over to her and lean down. “The Angel you have on your shoulder might be more devil than you think. Be. Careful.” I backed away. Then she called over Sam. When she was done, she started to cough. She passed. “Pamela!” Dean yelled and then looked up at Sam. “What did she say to you?” Sam doesn't answer.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed it! I am so sorry this took so long. Part of it was writer's block and life and the other was that this is not my favorite episode, but I thought it be important to the story. But the next episode is head on the pin and oh my gosh it's probably one of my fav episodes from season four. So, look out for that!

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WEEK FIVE LINEUP

I don't really have much to say here. When this posts(insert time here) I will be reopening submissions! So get ready for that (but please don't flood my form too much). Remember to take a quick look at the weekly lineups before you send in a character if you want to make sure they haven't been submitted yet!

Yuu Suzuno - King of Prism

Zhou Zishu - Word of Honor

Ai Hayasaka - Kaguya-sama: Love is War

Layla Hamilton - Kaleido Star

Hank - To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts

Musa Kamara - Run with the Wind

Yin Fu - Xuan Yuan Sword Luminary

Rain Mikamura - Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Cure Passion - Fresh Precure

John Marston - Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

Hop - Pokémon

Ai Haibara - Detective Conan

Sailor Saturn - Sailor Moon

Squilliam Fancyson - Spongebob Squarepants

Natarle Badgiruel - Mobile Suit Gundam SEED

Budwin - Papa Louie

Kaito - Ajin

Satou - Ajin

Minato Arisato - Persona 3

Shou - Akumetsu

Hijikata Mamoru - Until Death Do Us Part

Sarah Connor - Terminator

Sisirinah - Warbreaker

Beatriz Pinzón Solano - Yo Soy Betty, la Fea

Noah - Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Alvis - Xenoblade Chronicles

Full Frontal - Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn RE:0096

Cypher (Amir el Amari) - Valorant

Daud - Dishonored

Emily Kaldwin - Dishonored

Jinx - Arcane

Nickel - Inanimate Insanity

Florida - Welcome to the Table

Fey Truscott-Sade - Doctor Who

Kroton the Cyberman - Doctor Who

Morbius - Doctor Who

Ralph Wiggum - The Simpsons

Ned Leeds - Spiderman (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Penny - Stardew Valley

Pam - Stardew Valley

Kanao Tsuyuri - Demon Slayer

Kazuki Nishina - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

eShop Bag - Nintendo 3DS eShop

Arcade Bunny - Nintendo Badge Arcade

Ace Ikebukuro - King of Prism

Mario - PriPara

Mr. AR - AR Games

Kururun - Tropical Rouge PreCure

StreetPass Bunny - StreetPass Mii Plaza

Ushimitsu - Idol Land PriPara

Final Boss (aka Disco) - Face Raiders

Shinji Aragaki - Persona 3

Kicks - Animal Crossing

Sabine - Star Stable Online

Langa Hasegawa - Sk8 the Infinity

Kouji Mihama - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

Hayami Hiro - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

Bluestar - Warrior Cats

Toma Ibuki - Waccha PriMagi

Nobuyuki Kai - Haikyuu

Sir Gilbert - Animal Jam

Minamoto Kou - Toilet Bound Hanako Kun (TBHK)

Yukina - Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress

Elle Woods - Legally Blonde

Chase McCain - LEGO City Undercover

Grimace - McDonald’s

Irresponsible Dad - Happy Wheels

V1 - ULTRAKILL

Topher Bus - Clone High

Moon Lord - Terraria

Therion - Octopath Traveler

Popcorn - Showvember

Eddy - Wii Sports Resort

Shaggy Rogers - Scooby-Doo

William Afton - Five Nights At Freddy’s

Mario - Super Mario

Oatchi - Pikmin 4

Moss - Pikmin 4

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Tallahasse - Zombieland

Envelope - Animated Inanimate Battle

Nick Jr. Face - Nick Jr. bumpers

Muschio Malto - Divequest

Penny - Brawl Stars

PearlescentMoon - Double Life

The Narrator - Fight Club

Bora - Tally Hall Internet Show

Nanami Kiryuu - Revolutionary Girl Utena

Engine Room - Wii Sports Baseball Championship series

Lemmy Koopa - Super Mario

Anybodys - West Side Story

Garfield - Garfield

Maerad of Pellinor - The Books of Pellinor

Frankie Stein - Monster High Gen 3

Rapunzel - Neverafter, Dimension 20

Tabaqui the Jackal - The Gray House

Asa Mitaka - Chainsaw Man

Grell Sutcliff - Black Butler

Spamton G. Spamton - Deltarune

Neptune - Neptunia

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Actors that were in Alice in Wonderland media and where you might know them better from. Part 3: 2000s-2020s

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3(you're here!!)

American McGee(2000)-

Susie Brann as Alice: The Groke from Moominvalley(2019) Roger L. Jackson as the Cheshire Cat(and many others): Ghostface voice from the Scream franchise Mojo Jojo from The Powerpuff Girls Hol Horse from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jarion Monroe as the Caterpillar: Dr. Kaufmann from Silent Hill

What's the Matter with Hatter(2007)-

Lewis MacLeod as the Hatter: Sebulba from Star Wars Episode I- The Phantom Menace Principal Brown/Rocky Robinson/Mr. Small/Miss Simian/the Doughnut Sheriff from The Amazing World of Gumball(season 1)

SyFy(2009)-

Caterina Scorsone as Alice Hamilton: Dr. Anelia Sheperd from Grey's Anatomy Matt Frewer as Charlie the White Knight: Russell Thompson Sr. from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! Panic from Hercules Pink Panther from The Pink Panther(1993) Chaos from Aladdin the Animated Series(the one exception to the No one time characters rule because I love Chaos) Kathy Bates as the Queen of Hearts: Margaret "Molly" Brown from Titanic Tim Curry as the Dodo: Dr. Frank N. Furter from The Rocky Horror Show/The Rocky Horror Picture Show Wadsworth from Clue Mr. Hector from Home Alone 2- Lost in New York Long John Silver from Muppet Treasure Island Pennywise the Clown/It from It(1990) Hexxus from Ferngully- The Last Rainforest The Cat King from The Cat Returns Taurus Bulba from Darkwing Duck Nigel Thornberry from The Wild Thornberrys Chancellor Palpatine from Star Wars- The Clone Wars S.I.R. from ExtraTERRORestrial Alien Encounter Harry Dean Stanton as the Caterpillar: Balthazar from Rango Brett from Alien Brave Hearts Lion from The Care Bears Movie Timothy Webber as the Carpenter/Alice's dad: The Apprentice from Once Upon a Time

Malice in Wonderland(2009)-

Maggie Grace as Alice: Irina from Twilight- Breaking Dawn Shannon Ruthenford from Lost Nathaniel Park as Harry Hunt: Master Edward Gracey from The Haunted Mansion(2003) Pam Ferris as Duchey: Miss Agatha Trunchbull from Matilda

Tim Burton(2010)-

Johnny Depp as Tarrant Hightopp: Edward Scissorhands from Edward Scissorhands Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Victor Van Dort from Corpse Bride Sweeney Todd from Sweeney Todd- The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(movie) Rango from Rango Helena Bonham Carter as Iracebeth of Crims: Emily from Corpse Bride Ms. Lovett from Sweeney Todd- The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(movie) Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter franchise Mme. Thénardier from Les Misérables(2012) Fairy Godmother from Cinderella(2015) Anne Hathaway as Mirana of Marmoreal: Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries Haru Yoshioka from The Cat Returns Red Puckett from Hoodwinked Jewel from Rio Fantine from Les Misérables(2012) Crispin Glover as Ilosovic Stayne: George McFly from Back to the Future Matt Lucas as the Tweedles: Sparx from AstroBoy(2009) Benny from Gnomeo & Juliet Gerarld Prodnose from Wonka Nardole from Doctor Who Frances de la Tour as Aunt Imogene: Madame Maxime from Harry Potter franchise Leo Bill as Hamish Ascot: Headmaster from Cruella Marton Csokas as Charles Kingsleigh: Lord Celeborn from The Lord of the Rings Lindsay Duncan as Helen Kingsleigh: Queen Annis from Merlin(2011) Tim Pigott-Smith as Lord Ascot: Sir Philip Tapsell from Downtown Abbey Geraldine James as Lady Ascot: Marilla Cuthbert from Anne with an E Michael Sheen as Nivens McTwisp: Dr. Griffiths from Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue Aro from Twilight-Breaking Dawn Aziraphale from Good Omens Alan Rickman as Absolem: Hans Gruber from Die Hard Severus Snape from Harry Potter franchise Judge Turpin from Sweeney Todd- The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(movie) Stephen Fry as Chessur: Narrator from Pocoyo Master of Lake-town from The Hobbit Barbara Windsor as Mallymkun: Blonde from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Timothy Spall as Bayard Hamar: Nick from Chicken Run Mr. Poe from A Series of Unfortunate Events(2004) Peter Pettigrew from Harry Potter franchise Beadle Bamford from Sweeney Todd- The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(movie) Paul Whitehouse as Thackery Earwicket: William Van Dort from Corpse Bride Michael Gough as Uilleam: Alfred Pennyworth from Burton Batman and its sequels Elder Gutknecht from Corpse Bride Christopher Lee as Jabberwocky: Saruman from The Lord of the Rings Dr. Wilbur Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Pastor Galswells from Corpse Bride Imelda Staunton as Talking Flowers: Bunty from Chicken Run Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter franchise Knotgrass from Maleficent Aunt Lucy from Paddington Jim Carter as the Executioner: Mr. Charles Carson from Downtown Abbey

Wonderland the Musical(2011)-

Janet Dacal as Alice Stetson/Cornwinkle: Carla from In the Heights Nikki Snelson as the Hatter(2009-2010): Brooke Wyndam from Legally Blonde the Musical Kate Shindle as the Hatter(2011): Vivienne Kensington from Legally Blonde the Musical Jose Llana as El Gato: Chip Tolentino from 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee Karen Mason as the Queen of Hearts: Tanya from Mamma Mia!(musical)

Royal Opera House ballet(2011)-

Steven McRae as the Hatter: Skimbleshanks from Cats(movie)

Once Upon a Time in Wonderland(2013)-

Sebastian Stan as Jefferson: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier from the Marvel Cinematic Universe Keith David as the Cheshire Cat: Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog Husk from Hazbin Hotel President from Rick and Morty Glossaryck from Star vs the Forces of Evil King Andrias Leviathan from Amphibia The Cat from Coraline Goliath from Gargoyles Arbiter from Halo 2 Millie Bobby Brown as Young Alice: Eleven from Strangers Things John Lithgow as Percy the White Rabbit: Reverend Shaw Moore from Footloose Lord Farquaad from Shrek

Ever After High(2013)-

Cindy Robinson as Madeline Hatter: Sirene/Psycho Jenny from Devilman Crybaby Leap from LeapFrog Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde/Operetta from Monster High(2010) Amy Rose from the Sonic franchise(since 2010) Wendee Lee as Lizzie Hearts: Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bepop Konata Izumi from Lucky Star Lisa Lisa from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Nefera de Nile from Monster High(2010) Bekka Prewitt as Kitty Cheshire: Bela Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village Robbie Daymond as Alistair Wonderland: Megumi Fushiguro from Jujutsu Kaisen Raymond from Ok K.O.! Let's Be Heroes Jesse Cosay from Infinity Train Ice Prince from Fionna and Cake Stardust Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom Karen Strassman as Bunny Blanc/Queen of Hearts: Miyuki Takara from Lucky Star Olivia from Lego Friends Elissabat/Catty Noir from Monster High(2010) Rouge the Bat from the Sonic franchise(since 2010) Josey Montana McCoy as Chase Redford: Kaeya from Genshin Impact Neighton Rot/Victor Frankenstein from Monster High(2010) Paula Rhodes as Courtly Jester: Stacie from Barbie- Life in the Dreamhouse Scarah Screams/Sirena Von Boo from Monster High(2010) Macaron Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom Julie Maddalena as the Cheshire Cat: Venus McFlytrap/Robecca Steam from Monster High(2010) Marc Grane as the Mad Hatter: Mr. Zurkon from Ratchet and Clank

Dora in Wonderland(2014)-

Mel Brooks as the Hatter: Professor Max Krassman from The Muppet Movie Vlad Dracula from Hotel Transylvannia 2 Alan Cumming as the White Rabbit: Floop from Spy Kids The Emcee from Cabaret(1993,1998) Sara Ramirez as the Queen of Hearts: Calliope Torres from Grey's Anatomy Queen Miranda from Sofia the First

Through the Looking Glass(2016)-

Sacha Baron Cohen as Time: King Julien XIII from Madagascar Signor Adolfo Pirelli from Sweeney Todd- The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(movie) Uncle Ugo from Luca Matt Vogel as Wilkins: Big Bird(since 1998)/Count Von Count(since 2013) from Sesame Street Uncle Deadly/Floyd Pepper/Sweetums/Lew Zealand/Crazy Harry/Camilla the Chicken/Robin the Frog from The Muppets(since 2008) Kermit the Frog from The Muppets(since 2020) Rhys Ifans as Zanik Hightopp: Xenophilius Lovegood from Harry Potter franchise Curt Connors/The Lizard from Amazing Spider-Man Richard Armitage as King Oleron: Thorin Oakenshield from The Hobbit Hattie Morahan as Queen Elsemere: Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast(2017) Kyle Herbert as Young Bayard: Big the Cat from Sonic Frontiers Wally Wingert as Humpty Dumpty: Almighty Tallest Red from Invader Zim Time from Disney Infinity 3.0 Riddler from Lego DC Super Villains/Batman-Arkham Hank Pym from Avengers- Earth's Mightiest Heroes Jon Arbuckle from The Garfield Show(2008) Renji Abari from Bleach

Alice By Heart(2019)-

Colton Ryan as Alfred Halam/White Rabbit: Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen(movie) Wesley Taylor as Harold Pudding/Hatter: Sheldon Plankton from Spongebob Squarepants the Musical Honorable Mentions that have no footage of them playing the characters: Mike Faist as Alfred Halam/White Rabbit- Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen(musical) Ben Platt as Alfred Halam/White Rabbit- Evan Hansen from Dear Evan Hansen Phillipa Soo as Tabitha/Cheshire Puss- Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton Anthony Ramos as Angus/Caterpillar- Phillip Hamilton from Hamilton

Come Away(2020)-

Angelina Jolie as Rose Littleton/Queen of Hearts: Maleficent from Maleficent Lola from Shark Tale Tigress from Kung Fu Panda

Alice's Wonderland Bakery(2022)-

Audrey Wasilewski as Dinah/Three Anne: Tucker Carbuckle from My Life as a Teenage Robot Arlene from Garfield(2009) Ortensia from Epic Mickey franchise Stealth Elf from Skylanders Megan Olsen from Infinity Train Craig Ferguson as Doorknob: Gobber from How to Train Your Dragon Owl from Winnie the Pooh(2011) Lord Macintosh from Brave Eden Espinosa as the Queen Valentina of Hearts: Cassandra from Tangled the Series Bobby Moynihan as Tweedle Don't/Dill: Panda from We Bare Bears Louie from Ducktales(2017) Dude from Descendants Donald Faison as Harry the March Hare: Christopher Turk from Scrubs Max Mittelman as Cheshire Cat: Saitama from One-Punch Man Plaqq from Miraculous Ladybug Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 Red Velvet Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom Arataki Itto from Genshin Impact George Salazar as Dad Hatter: Michael Mell from Be More Chill Grover from The Lightning Thief Musical Mandy Gonzalez as Mother Rose: Nina Rosario from In the Heights Yvette Nicole Brown as Mama Rabbit: Coach Roberts from Inside Out 2 Lesley Nicol as Iris: Mrs. Patmore from Downtown Abbey Merle Dandridge as the Silver Queen: Alyx Vance from Half-Life Marlene from The Last of Us Ana Gasteyer as Kiki the Caterpillar: Betsy Heron from Mean Girls Lamorne Morris as Dandy: Winston Bishop from New Girl Christopher Fitzgerald as Thistle: Boq from Wicked Ogie Anhorn from Waitress Matthew Moy as David of Spades: Lars Barriga from Steven Universe Shroomboom from Skylanders James Monroe Iglehart as Oliver the Onion: Genie from Aladdin on Broadway Asmodeus/Vortex from Helluva Boss Zestial from Hazbin Hotel Kausar Mohammed as Ms. Parvaneh: Yasmina Fadoula from Jurassic World- Camp Cretaceaus/Chaos Theory Cleo de Nile from Monster High(2022) Mark Williams as Ribbitton: Arthur Weasley from Harry Potter franchise Horace from 101 Dalmatians(1996) Karen Fukuhara as Sakura: Katana from Suicide Squad(2016) Glimmer from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power(2018) Kipo Oak from Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts Isabella Abiera as Milly the Carpenter: Hazel from Infinity Train Dee Bradley Baker as Jabbie the Jabberwock: Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb

Rise of Red(2024)-

Leonardo Nam as Maddox Hatter: Felix Lutz from Westworld Kylie Cantrall as Princess Red of Hearts: Dani from High School Musical-The Musical The Series(season 4)

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Summary: The investigation continues as the death count mounts.

            The guests sat around the tea table on divans and armchairs as they had their snack. It was quite and subdued as they finished and finally got to business.

            “Well, now that I’ve had my dessert, let’s sort things out,” said Grey. “First, Lord Siemens. He died around 1:10 am today. Only Earl Phantomhive has no alibi. And then, the butler…we do not know his time of death. Next was Phelps, and he died around 2:38 am today…okay so far?”

            “No,” said Arthur. “The butler’s corpse was discovered before Phelps’s, but we do not know which of the two was first to be murdered.”

            “Oh, right,” said Grey.

            “Going by the state of the corpses, a few hours had elapsed from the time the two were killed,” said Arthur. “Thus, it holds true that both I and the Earl have an alibi as we were chained together till morning.”

            Ciel nodded. “The Professor and I were shackled and got into bed at around 2 am. Sebastian mentioned then that he had already taken Mr. Phelps through to my bedroom. And then Mr. Phelps was murdered around 2:38 am.”

            “Well, who saw Master Butler last?” said Lau.

            “The two of us most likely, but the room was dark and the clock far away, so I can’t be certain of the exact time,” said Arthur.

            “We saw Mr. Sebastian during the night!” said Finny, and Baldroy nodded.

            “I did too, I did!” said Mey-Rin.

            “As did I,” said (Y/N).

            “Around what time was that?”

            “Around 3:00, I believe,” said (Y/N). The witching hour. How appropriate.

            “That would mean Sebastian was the last to be murdered, isn’t that right?” said Baldroy.

            “Why did he go to see you?” said Arthur.

            “He came to take stock of the food with me and ordered Finny to clean the fireplaces,” said Baldroy.

            “He discussed duties for tomorrow with me,” said (Y/N).

            “And he gave me a carrier…owl? To dispatch,” said Mey-Rin.

            “An owl?” said Ciel.

            “An owl, unlike a pigeon, can fly even in a storm. Shrewd as usual, that guy,” said Baldroy.

            “What did the letter say?” asked Grey.

            “I was not privy to its contents, no, sir,” said Mey-Rin.

            “He might’ve sent that letter to the police!” said Arthur.

            “Even the phone lines are out due to this storm, after all,” said Ciel.

            “But if Sebastian was killed last, things get complicated, don’t they?” remarked Arthur. “The only two who could have created a locked room scenario in the Earl’s quarters were Mr. Phelps, who was within, and Sebastian, who possessed the key to said room…In that case, the theory that the culprit is Sebastian is most plausible…However….Sebastian was himself murdered.”

            “So, the butler lad conspired with another, with whom he committed the murders, then was himself killed to ensure his silence after an argument over the ill-gotten gains or somesuch?” said Lau, clearing enjoying spinning tales.

            “…That is possible,” said Ciel. “Then the likelihood is great of the perpetrator being one who would profit from disposing of them all.”

            “Quite so, quite so!” agreed Lau. “Money makes the world go ‘round, after all!”

            Woodley paused and glanced at Lau. “Mr. Phelps is the scion of the Blue Star Line, a leader in integrated maritime transport. He lacked presence, but he was capable enough to be put in charge of the trade division and had recently expanded the business into the Asian sphere. Lau. He was a competitor of yours.”

            Lau smiled and sipped his tea. “Hm, I suppose he would be.”

            “Furthermore, you carry around a needle in that capacious sleeve of yours, don’t you?” pointed out Ciel.

            Lau smiled pleasantly. “Indeed I do! However, it is an instrument of medicine.” He pulled a long, thin needle from his sleeve.

            That will certainly elicit a reaction, thought (Y/N).

            The rest of the guests cried out at the sight. (Y/N) kept from grinning.

            “Th-Then you killed Phelps!” shouted Woodley.

            Lau shrugged innocently. “Oh my word! Don’t you think you’re being a bit rash?”

            “You were snooping about the Earl’s bedchambers just now! You were destroying evidence, weren’t you?!” cried Grimsby.

            “What trick are you proposing I used to make a locked room of the dressing room, which is so far in the back?” said Lau. “It has no door leading to the outside, and I hate to disappoint you, but even we Chinese cannot pass through vents. First of all, please remember I do have an alibi for the time of Lord Siemen’s murder.” He grinned. “Really, Lord Earl! You can be suuuch a bully! This is no time to be getting back at me, you know!”

            Ciel deadpanned. “Should the man who suggested I be confined in the first place be saying such a thing?” He sighed and sipped his tea. “Well, even if you had conspired with Sebastian, no one could have killed all three victims. I was merely teasing you.”

            “You’re right,” said Arthur.

            “What is it you mean?” asked Irene.

            “If we make a simple chart of it,” explained Arthur, drawing in his notebook to show each person and who could have killed each victim. “This is what we get.” No one person had an opportunity to kill all three. “Only Earl Phantomhive could have murdered Lord Siemens around 1:10 am. Only Sebastian could have murdered Mr. Phelps around 2:38 am. Finally, anyone but the Earl and I could have murdered Sebastian around 3:00 am. Thus, even if the culprit had Sebastian for an accomplice, it is still impossible for one person to have murdered all of the victims!”

            “If one person couldn’t have done it, then the guests who came to the party as a pair must be the guilty ones!” cried Woodley, glaring at Irene and Grimsby.

            “Sod that!” shouted Grimsby. “It isn’t bad enough hat we’re locked up in this godforsaken place, but now you have the gall to treat us like common criminals?!”

            “Grimsby, calm down!” pleased Irene, holding onto him.

            “Yes, please, do calm down, gentlemen!” said Arthur.

            I can see why Ciel likes this one. He is sensible with an intelligent mind, thought (Y/N).

            “Besides,” continued Arthur. “This isn’t so simple a case as to be solved by the mere fact that two people would have been able to commit the cri—.”

            “Simple or not, I couldn’t care less!” cried Woodley angrily. “I’m sick of this! I can’t bear to be here any longer!”

            “And where is it you intend to go, sir?” said Ciel calmly. “Under these circumstances, I would be grateful if you would refrain from taking liberties.”

            “How dare you accusing me of taking liberties?!” shouted Woodley. “When all of these horrors are all your—!”

            “All my what?” Ciel’s tone was deceptively casual.

            Woodley paused, eyes widening in panicked anger. “I—! I know what you’re up to! Truth is, you’re the mastermind behind all of this, aren’t you?!”

            Ciel scoffed and smirked at the suggestion (though (Y/N) knew he definitely brought this group together for a reason). “I am afraid I do not know to what it is you are referring, but please do compose yourself.”

            “You called us here with the intention of putting an end to us all along!” cried Woodley. “You dog of the Queen! I’ll have you let me go now! Who in their right mind would stay here like a lamb to the slaughter?!”

            “Please wait!” said Arthur. “To leave in this storm would be folly! Staying here as a group would be best toa void risking suspicion as well—.”

            Woodley struck Arthur, and he fell to the floor. “I will not be dictated to by some medical quack!”

            “Woodley.” Ciel’s deadly calm voice pierced the tension. “I am telling you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

            “How dare you tell me what to do!” Woodley lunged for Ciel.

            “My Lord!” cried Arthur.

            (Y/N) slammed Woodley to the ground. The guests’ eyes widened, and Ciel didn’t flinch. (Y/N) braced Woodley on the ground, pinning him down. His arm lay over their knee, and if (Y/N) pressed their arm down farther, it would snap. Woodley attempted to move, but (Y/N)’s demonic strength kept him down.

            “Apologies for your discomfort.” (Y/N) wasn’t sorry at all. “However, Mr. Woodley, in this manor, anyone who seeks to harm the Young Master, no matter their station, shall be dealt with and shown no mercy.” They smiled falsely at Woodley below them. “I’m sure you understand.”

            “What is wrong with this cursed house?!” growled Woodley. “Damn you!”

            “Wh-What in the world did they just do? I never even saw them move,” said Arthur in surprise.

            “The maid and butler of this household have always been quite skilled,” said Lau, smiling.

            “(Y/N),” said Ciel. “That will do.” (Y/N) squeezed Woodley’s arm in warning before allowing him to stand. “Well, then.” Ciel put his teacup down. “As things currently stand, the Professor is the only one among us who, without a doubt, cannot be the culprit. Thus, I believe the safest and fairest option is to have the professor decide on how we should proceed.”

            “M-Me?” said Arthur.

            “Yes,” said Ciel. “For my part, I’ve no desire to leave the perpetrators endlessly wandering about my manor.”

            “N-No. Well, I can’t say I’m not of the same mind on that account, but…” Arthur trailed off nervously.

            “Of course the same goes for us,” said Irene.

            “That settles it, then,” said Ciel. “We have nothing but time until the storm lets up anyhow. So what do you say we hunt down and corner the culprits at our leisure? Hm, Professor?”

            Ah. Ciel’s getting his entertainment, now, thought (Y/N).

            Arthur straightened before sitting down again. “Alright. Alright. Hearing your sides of the story has made everything much clearer, but what concerns me the most is the whereabouts of the key to the Earl’s quarters. As it stands, only Sebastian, who was in possession of the key, could have killed Mr. Phelps, but if the key had passed into the hands of another, that would change matters.”

            “But now that Sebastian has been killed, can it not be said that if anyone does have the key, that person is the culprit?” said Ciel.

            “Quite,” said Arthur.

            “Then we first have to check whether or not the butler has the key,” said Grey. “If he does have it, consider that theory squashed.”

            “You’re right,” said Arthur. “To that point, I think it best that we always conduct ourselves in groups from no won. I do not wish to have a lady accompany us to the makeshift morgue, so…Miss Irene and Mr. Grimsby, if you would please remain here.”

            “Alright,” said Irene, leaning closer to Grimsby.

            “And…Mr. Woodley as well…” admitted Arthur nervously.

            “Hmph,” Woodley huffed.

            “I’ll be fine staying here, enjoying some tea with Ran-Mao,” said Lau.

            “I’ve nothing to do here, so I’ll come with!” said Grey.

            “Earl Phantomhive, I do hate to impose, but would you take us around the manor?” said Arthur.

            “Very well,” said Ciel. “As the servants are more familiar with the manor below stairs, let’s have them lead the way. Alright?”

            “Yes, Young Master,” said (Y/N), and Baldroy and Finny nodded.

            “Tanaka, Mey-Rin, stay here and see to our guests,” said Ciel.

            “Yes, sir,” said Tanaka and Mey-Rin.

            “Let’s be off, then,” said Ciel.

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            “In this setting, I half expect a guest or the like to pop out at any moment,” said Arthur as they walked down the stairs to the cellar.

            “Hey! Cut that out!” cried Grey dramatically. “There’s no such thing as ghosts! ‘Cos I only believe in what I can cut down with my sword!”

            “Then can you try your hand at walking without clinging on to me?” huffed Ciel.

            Grey squeaked. “I figured you might be scared, so I was only taking the trouble of comforting you!” His voice shook with every word, and (Y/N) smirked.

            “Gentlemen, we’re here,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the cellar. Three bodies lay under cloths before them.

            “When handlin’ the corpses, please use these gloves, if ya would,” said Baldroy, handing gloves to Arthur.

            “Good thinking, thank you,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Then if I may beg your pardon, Sebastian….” He pulled the cloth back and gasped. “He’s wet?!”

            Poor Sebastian had to go out in all this rain, thought (Y/N). Ciel really does drive him hard.

            “I’ll bet it’s from the rain leakin’ in through the roof,” said Baldroy.

            “Poor Mr. Sebastian! C’mon, let’s move in!” said Finny urgently.

            “Yes, let’s,” said Arthur. “The water will hasten decay, after all.

            “Decay…” Finny trembled.

            “Not to mention undressing him in order to investigate further will be quite troublesome since rigor mortis has set in,” said Arthur.

            Undressing…? (Y/N) felt the slightest dusting of pink color their cheeks. They had not anticipated stripping Sebastian. That would mean they would see him with much less clothes. (Y/N) wasn’t against it.

            Arthur continued. “So let’s first turn him over and—”

            “Stop it!” cried Finny, distressed. “Please don’t treat Mr. Sebastian like a thing!” he pushed Arthur back. “Mr. Sebastian is our dear—!”

            “Finny,” said Ciel sternly. “If you’re going to carry on like this, get out. You’re in the way.” He turned back to Arthur. “We can move him later. The key comes first.” The group of men stripped the body and examined everything.

            “It doesn’t seem to be on his albert chain,” said Arthur.

            “Did he maybe wear it ‘round his neck?” asked Finny, trying to be helpful while still gazing mournfully at the corpse.

            “Let’s see,” said Arthur. He shook his head. “It’s not there either. Would it not perhaps make sense for it to be in his private room?”

            “I can take you to it,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, let’s,” said Ciel.

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            “This is Sebastian’s room,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the bare bedchambers (having barely been used, of course. They and Sebastian had no need for them).

            “It’s fairly large, isn’t it?” said Arthur.

            “He was an upper servant, like (Y/N),” said Baldroy.

            “Do you have any idea where he might hide a key, (Y/N)?” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “No. And even if I did, he’d likely intentionally place it somewhere else to ensure total secrecy.”

            “That sounds like him,” said Ciel.

            “Let’s just start with all the places that look like they’d be good for hiding valuables,” said Grey.

            Together, the group went through the chest of drawers, bedding, fireplace, and desk in Sebastian’s sparse room. Ciel then headed to the wardrobe. He opened the doors and let out an exclamation of surprise as several things leapt out at him.

            Cats. There were six cats happily hidden in the wardrobe.

            “Cats?!” cried the group, (Y/N) included.

            “Unbelievable,” said (Y/N). “Of course that’s the personal touch to his room.” However, (Y/N) was tempted to smile. After all, it was Sebastian loving their motif once more, and besides, (Y/N) now had several cats swarming them and purring. They knelt and pet the cats, who eagerly pushed closer to the cat demon.

            “Aww, what a cute kitty!” said Finny, happily picking up a cat.

            “That swinge!” cried Ciel. “He hid it from me and kept them anyway!” He sniffled as the cat hair drifted around him. “Don’t let a single one out of this room! Can’t…ha…” He sneezed.

            “Young Master!” said Finny.

            “Finny! Don’t get close to me with that thing in your arms! My allergies—!” Ciel sneezed again.

            “I suppose it’s time to retreat from this room, then. We haven’t found anything personal here,” said Grey.

            Ciel eagerly led them to the corridor to speak.

            “Stay in the wardrobe, sweethearts,” said (Y/N) to the cats, scratching them underneath the chin. They winked and put a finger to their lips. “Don’t tell anyone, but Sebastian will be back to take care of your soon,” they whispered conspiratorially. Then they followed Ciel into the hall.

            “You’d think it would’ve been nice for him to have a few mementos from home in there,” said Grey, glancing at the door to Sebastian’s room, shut once more.

            I don’t think you would want us to bring items from Hell, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

            “From where did he come to join the service?” asked Grey.

            “Dunno,” said Baldroy. “None of the staff knew where he was from or what he did on his days off. All we knew was that he was a perfect butler, who was ridiculously capable of doing his job.”

            “Maybe the Young Master could tell you more,” said Finny.

            “I haven’t a clue either,” said Ciel. “From whence he hailed, what kind of master he served previously, and what he did for said master were of no interest to me. I couldn’t have cared less about such things. At that time, anyone would have done. So long as they were loyal to none but me and did as I wish. Anyone at all.”

            “At that time?” Grey raised an eyebrow.

            Ciel ignored Grey and waved a hand. “Besides, (Y/N) is the one who has actually known Sebastian the longest.”

            “Oh, that makes sense, then,” said Baldroy. “I wondered why he seemed to trust you the most. Makes sense if you’ve worked together before.”

            (Y/N) smiled and nodded. “We have.”

            “Aha, then do you know anything about his past?” said Grey curiously.

            (Y/N) smiled at Grey. “I met him when he was already as he is now and I was just learning to serve.” Serve as a demon.

            “So you have nothing more than we do,” said Ciel. He didn’t believe that for a second—it was clear (Y/N) and Sebastian understood each other in ways humans couldn’t—but he’d let it go. It wasn’t that important.

            “Well, then, the key’s not in there,” said Arthur, redirecting the focus to the case.

            “Then does that just leave us with checking everyone’s belongings?” said Grey.

            Arthur shifted nervously. “Won’t everyone be outright against that idea? Especially the likes of Mr. Woodley…”

            “My public authority exceeds that of the Yard, so we can simply force them to show us if they refuse!” chirped Grey. “C’mon, off we go, off we go!”

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Shifted AU: Cyborg Specter Quotes

In the Shifted AU, Specter was attacked by a demon species named Vox, it decayed most of his body so his ghost wouldn't properly form, that's what made Dr. Silvers (Dr. Buttocks) rebuild him as a ghost-like robot, who has his own intelligence, attitude, intentions, and memories. Yet of course, he lacks emotion, Sir Cumference is working on that. So here are some of Specter's quotes from this AU! Note that if you try to imagine his voice, it's just his regular voice, just more coded/robotic.

"My identification is Shadon Silvers, I apologize for the sudden inconvenience of not pleasing your needs Pac Man."

"[...] The sudden change caused me to adapt to more of my robotic abilities that were granted by Dr. Silvers and Sir Cumference."

"I am Shadon Silvers, a vast weapon that belongs to the Resistance and The Freedom Fighters as my intentions is to protect those of Pac-World and serve justice for the souls of the Nether Realm, my coding allows me to defeat whomever is in my path of achieving my goals and plans to protect our world as a whole."

"Negative. I can't access the Round House, their technological security has been damaged."

"I am defective and stupid, according to your variant my lord."

"Spiral as just a side character to your story? If I was programmed with the ability to show emotion, I would be dying of laughter."

"I am lucky I am just a robotic creation, I fear what would happen if I was able to show disgust to this man."

"Master Spiral, your father wants to see you in his office."

"As you wish my lord."

"Yes my lord."

"It is clear my lord."

"I'm afraid it's not my lord."

"I do not have the code for your request my lord."

"*glitching noises*"

"I suppose I will be your guide. Come along then Commander Betrayus."

"Death comes upon everyone, even the best people on our planet, but we shall not let it speak to those we love, that is why we pray."

"This will be the last time you see the light of day again."

"I have no interest in romantic desires, how in Pac-World does it even work? Is it a battle to the death?"

"I suppose I'm not very good with these things. "

"Children are very strange. That is why I stay with the adults here."

"Master Spiral, your father said to not interfere with your alternate being. It's a rule he made just now I'm afraid."

"Good morning Doctor, I am having trouble with my system."

"I appreciate your current effort Mr. Borealis, but matters like these require professionals. Learn from the teachers."

"The Cylindria of the Ghost-v-Pac timeline told me that you seemed less evil than Commander Betrayus. What do you think she meant by that my lord?"

"Master Spiral please do not encourage this behavior."

"Master Spiral! Manners!"

"Master Spiral I cannot do that, you are injured, I was told by your father to not leave the room until you are healed."

"Master Spiral, listen to me, you are a piece of sh*t and I will not tolerate these foul manners."

"Yes Doctor."

"As you please Doctor."

"Shadon Silvers. Cease talking."

"My lord your son is just as stubborn as you. I am not saying it is a bad thing, I am simply saying he needs to be more educated."

"Master Spiral is 'hitting on our Pac' apparently to their Cylindria."

"I can only deal with one of you for so long, but two? Kill me now why don't you."

"That is simply my display of affection my lord."

"The chip does not seem to be working, perhaps my system is refusing the sudden upgrade."

"I don't swear, don't pressure me into it Commander Betrayus."

"You are very attractive both ways, good and evil, however I wouldn't take someone who belongs to my variant, it is clear, I just so happen to know that for a fact."

"Yes Doctor?"

"I'm sorry Doctor."

"Doctor my non-existent braincells are dying, what does that mean? Teenagers and their language nowadays is confusing."

"Watch and learn like a student, not a critic."

"I am gay, yay.... Is that a good thing?"

"Is having romantic attraction to someone a disease?"

"I forbid you to leave."

"Farewell Pac Man. Make it home safe."

"I hate being a robot, that is true, but I hate the fact this was my second and only chance to live again even more."

"You are better than my Spiral for sure, you don't have to worry about it, you haven't lost anything young Spiral."

"Now that they're gone.. Doctor Silvers? What does gay mean? Is it a mental illness?"

"My lord, Ghost-v-Pac Spiral requested me to ask you if you can smack my ass like a drum."

"Don't call me Shadon anymore, my name is Specter. Specter the gay lightning ghost, apparently."

"Ah children, joyful demon spawns from hell coming in an adult life."

[80-ursa-major]

binged midnight monologuesmass.

SPOILERS

went in blind so when SUDDENLY VAMPIRES i was like what the fuck. And then they killed Riley aaaahhh. But I saw he was on the next episode so I kept watching and then he died again. For real this time. noooooooooo! And then I thought I might as well finish it and pre-emptive tl;dr it was laughably bad.

the priest actor people praise? zero charisma, he was like you got an average joe from the streets and told him to recite sermons. and his voice droned and droned omg stop talking! Riley's monologue wasn't good either tbh but his voice (ok fine and his face) was easier on the ears (and eyes) so at least you could watch. But the teacher lady argh her monologues were cringe and then they fucking replayed them so she could have the final montage and I just couldn't do it. She does that thing with her eyes, they're so open and not blinking like she's trying to hypnotize you?? Idk maybe her husband told her it looks good on camera. Btw I was shook when I found out because he didn't add even one chaste kiss with Riley but he had no issue with five uninterrupted minutes of a gross demon sucking her neck. Ooof.

I almost forgot the worst monologue not because of the theme or the actor (at least he put some passion in instead of blahblah) but the TIMING. The doctor tells you, the policeman there's a contagion and idk maybe hopefully you have some ideas to minimize victims? And he's like I'M THE VICTIM! And launches on a long-ass life-story about how he's the best dude but the evil west still hates him cause he's a muslim. Like sir this is a wendy's. The show is reaching its end, the apocalypse is coming, the (non-white?) lady simply came to you because you are the only cop so this is literally your job. So many episodes and you couldn't give this man a proper place to rightly explode about this injustice. Ironically enough mr. flanagan this might be a macro-aggresion pfffft. Oh and his son needed a little more screentime or at least show when he took the eucharist but then again imagine if he had had a monologue too, lord help me! XD

As for the vampire (did he forget he could mimic voices? he was like the only one who should have gotten a monologue but didn't bah) come on now! I know what the bible says about angels. I get that some people had a vested interest in pretending he was helping them but this creature looks like the most generic movie demon. Did the oil spill affect the water and everyone's iq dropped or something? Speaking of iq I love Riley but my boy is pretty dumb too. Like self-immolate in front of everyone to convince them or go to the mainland to convince them to help. Don't fucking traumatise the woman you love who already lost a baby. It's even dumber cause he couldn't stop seeing the dead teen so he should know what it does to a person.

Ending was batshit! Like what was this dude's plan? How would they all immediately control themselves? No wonder everyone just goes crazy and for added dumbassery they burn their homes and then achieve clarity and accept they have to die. Sure sure no one was selfish enough to hide in the shade of the trees or under a blanket. Even Bev (best acting probably) just starts digging lmao. In a way this was a good comedy. I also like the tender love Riley's parents had and his brother escaping with his gf was great. But can they really reach the mainland? And who'll be paying for her therapies? And if the demon had died earlier wouldn't everyone else be cured??? Oh well no one cares.

most ironically enough despite the ten thousand long monologues the best part was just those two lines Riley scribbled and wasn't even there to deliver them himself. DUST!!!

lastly and most importantly fuck you fuck you fuck you for those dead cats. Should have stopped watching right there.

[rotkinshock]

Soul Eater ReRead Time Volume 1

Part 2

Moment for sun appreciation, fucking acid lover.

Also kinda sad that if I remember correctly they changed how she looks like in anime, I like her design here. Kinda wanna redo the look of hers.

And shout out to Pharaoh design, like to any other demon designs, like- SIR???? I LOVE THAT ABOMINATION!!! NGL making cosplay of it must be a ticket to afterlife and back but... Imagine seeing it real, at least as a sculpture.

Just a moment for beautiful panels, the design of Rasputin's head is a chef's kiss, just to sculpt it in marmur.

Oh and forgot that there were color spreads, kinda wanna have posters with them. I have somewhere soul eater poster, but- mate, I love it, so nostalgic with that art style.

One: Blair should be treated like that ngl

Two: Soul has his data under his window? Kinda scary thing to have, but oh well, it look cool tho.

Also throughout first volume Maka's face starts to shape to her classic one what we know, kinda cool to watch artist's growth in the art style settling. Oh and Sid's pose is super cool and- I remembered him more muscular but oh well. In moments like those I wanna just take my sticker book and hide all panty cameo as well too tho.

I live and breath each day due to that moment like- Lord it's hilarious how skilled and FUCKING STUPID they are. And love how all of them just look at them with migraine building.

Oh and MR. SID, I WATCH YOU AND MY GUN IS LOADED. I will put you dead for sure, one bad move and u out

[beelsjockstrap]

Nicknames With The Obey Me Brothers’ Part 1

Older Brothers Edition!

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

A/N: You don’t have to agree, again these are just my head-cannons. Just know you’re wrong though

Also not proofread (;￣ー￣川

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Lucifer <3

Lucifer to MC

My Sweet Songbird (Okay I kinda need to explain this one)

Songbirds are known as protective spirits that represent music. I feel like this nickname is really fitting for MC in Lucifer's eyes. The obvious reason is that he enjoys music, and the protective part is lowkey canon. MC is known to spring into action when it comes to their loved ones. (Hehe get it? Spring? Since the songbird also represents spring? - I'll see myself out) Like when they jumped in front of Beel and Luke to protect them! I think Lucifer acknowledges this and admires it. (Not that he'd admit it tho lol)

Dove (Keeping with the bird theme lol) 

My Love 

MC to Lucifer

Luci

My Love

Sir (When teasing)

Boo (Teasing/In private like just imagine the look on that man's face lol)

Mammon <3

Mammon to MC

My Human

My Woman (My MC is a woman) 

Doll & Dollface (Definitely matches his manner of speech)

Babe (Same thing as Doll & Dollface it just fits)

My Riches & My Gem/Jewel (I see a lot of my treasure HC but I don't know it just doesn’t suit me)

 MC to Mammon

My Demon (Teasing in response to My Human)

Sweet boy 

Mr. Sweetface

Baby Boy (Only in private hehe *wink wink, nudge nudge*)

Levi <3

Levi to MC

Angel (Based on his surprise guest dialogue) 

Wifey/IRL Waifu (He's totally the kinda dude to say wifey material)

MCchan (Like mine would be Elliechan)

Lady Henry (Or just Henry. I go with the lord/lady theme for my MC)

Mistress/Mommy/My Queen (hehehe listen my Levi is a sub soooo)

MC to Levi

Levichan

Sweetheart 

My Lord (Teasing)

General/Captain (Teasing)

Little Cub (*cough cough* He's the cub and I'm the cougar if yk yk lol)