#prince of gluttony imagine

[princeofsinweek]

6 more days!

Who's day are you most excited for?

[thewickedkingdomeimagine]

NSFW Alphabet GLUTTONY (Kingdom of the Wicked)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Aftercare is just as desirable for him as sex. Because of his constant hunger, he knows that aftercare can be the next foreplay, which leads to sex, which makes the wheel turn again.

He loves to share a good meal with his partner afterwards. Which can range from some cheese with grapes to full tables of freshly cooked hearty meals.  

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He adores his mouth. It’s the body part which allows him to speak, eat, pleasure his partner and much more. On his partners he loves wide hips and thick thighs, they are his favorite because they allow an easy grab to hold his partner in place.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He does not know limits to where his cum can go. From all over your face and body, into a cup for your coffee or deep inside of you. Everything is possible and the more extravagant his seed is used, the happier he is.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He loves to submit himself to his more trusted partner. Letting go of the control makes the enjoyment much more prominent and richer for him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He is trough and trough experienced. There is nothing he hasn’t done jet, and if there is, he is eager to change that.  

F= Favorite position

He loves seeing the faces of the people he pleases; it increases his own feelings even more. It doesn’t matter to him if he sees them directly or through a mirror.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He takes everything with ease and laughs allot. Having fun makes it even more of a desirable action and pleases him on multiple levels.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He takes care of himself, but he hates to admit that he doesn’t do it for his own sake, but for the appearance to others. He wants to look proper and in place, allowing himself too much pubic hair crosses that image.

He doesn’t pay much thought on the hair on his partners.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

In a private setting with a close partner, he goes out of his way to please them in any way they might desire. Over the top romantic or rough and fast, the fulfillment of the desires of his partner increases his own gain.

Otherwise, he is selfish and does what pleases his mood.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He doesn’t have much of a desire to pleasure himself. But every now and then while taking a pleasant shower, he likes enjoys it.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Public display of sex, multiple partners, play with food and drinks and domination/submission are all in his favorites. Change is key to his kinks, the more the merrier.  

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

For his extravagant sexskills he prefers somewhere at least semi-public. Its an artform performed for hours to days that can vary in location as time went on. He goes trough is day and his responsibility’s and his sexlife is always accompanying him.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Just the pure possibility in engaging in sex turns him on. He can’t get enough, so he always wants it.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Rape and serious injuries during sex are no-goes for him. Also, he won’t compromise his image and status while publicly engaging in sex.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He will consume you like its his life elixir. With his tongue he fells like he can never cover enough of you, so from time to time he is all over the place. Receiving is something inherently relaxing for him, seeing and feeling the other person pleasure him is pure bliss.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He can last long times while actively stimulating you. But his sexlife always continues with long foreplay and aftercare, which leads to the next fuck. Sometimes its hard to say if its still aftercare or became foreplay.

If he’s fast and rough or soft and slow always depends on his partner. The closer he is to his partner, the softer he allows himself to be.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He isn’t a huge fan of quickies. He wants everything, which requires time.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Especially in private, he is open for everything. As long as he feels secure and overall in control, he will even submit himself to his partner, which feels for him the most risky.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

All day every day. Counting is entirely pointless.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes. Toys, Foods, Drinks, Weapons and all creative and extravagant ways to pleasure someone are welcome.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He can barely contain himself to actually tease you. The temptation to more experience is way to tempting for him, so teasing him will lead to more pretty fast.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

When he feels like it, he will dirtytalk through everything. Speaking gives him more power over you and the situation. With his moans, he is more on the quiet side but always hearable.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He and his brother Lust are the most open to sharing spaces and partners during sex. So, there is always a possibility to find both princes in close proximity while fucking their current partner/partners.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

He his well-equipped, but more on the thick side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He is always yearning.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

In his private chambers with a close partner, he will fall asleep after tending to them. But he takes his time after sex and can’t just fall asleep easily, first he needs to calm down.

[eldritch-spouse]

Was reading through the Berle tag, and was hit with this random brain worm-

Imagine you're visiting the Glutton ring of hell -either as a tourist or simply visiting some friends who live within that circle- and, as a treat, you drop into Berle's ice cream parlor. A nice sweet and cooling slice of heaven to be found amongst the smoldering heat of hell. Of course you've heard of the place before. With it being so famous, a damn-near requirement to stop by whenever you're in Glutton. You've heard of the complex and wide range of flavors that are served there. Some flavors you wouldn't even have come close to considering possible ice cream flavors. Some of them honestly sound downright repulsive, but you have learned not to judge. Let others live their happiness, and focus on living your own.

Okay, so maybe you had alternative motives when you made a detour on your way to whatever place you're staying at, to step into Berle's highly air-conditioned shop. You were on a mission. A rather childish and, to others, pointless one. But to you, it was of high importance, you just had to know! Did they sell your favorite ice cream flavor. It wasn't like you had odd tastes, you weren't searching for a thanksgiving dinner flavored scoop of creamy goodness, but for whatever reason, you just could never seem to find a place that sold your favored flavor. Anytime you'd go to a grocery store, or any other ice cream shop, it'd be the first thing you'd search out. Always feeling disappointed and a bit let down when your hopeful searches turned up empty. At this point, you'd marry someone in order to satiate your cravings. And you say so, more so to yourself than anyone else, as you looked over the offered flavors for that day.

You don't think anyone had heard you, and even if they did, you didn't think much of it. Didn't think anyone would care. How wrong you were. How unaware and cutely ignorant you were of the future you had unknowingly spoken into existence. Even if you didn't truly mean it. You were just making a joke about how much you wanted to indulge in your sought after treat again. The demon behind the counter, who had found his eyes stuck to you since you had entered his shop, and was watching you with sickly sweet hunger as you scanned over his products, had heard you loud and clear.

If he doesn't have what you're looking for, if you just give him a bit he promises you he can cook it up for you! While he's doing that, you can pick out your guys rings. You can propose to him once you get back.

((Also, I don't know if you do anons, but if you do can I either be Isopod anon or 🧠 anon?)

[I don't really tag anons, but we have a few yes, I'll remember you.]

There's been a number of asks regarding Berle that sort of sound like "I'd only humor him if he had [X] flavor", which is selling yourself short, because if there's one location in the world where you're likely to find the most niche flavors of ice cream, it would be Gluttony, especially Berle's Sorbet place.

You're even more cooked in this scenario because, the way you worded it almost makes it sound like a deal proposition, and the prince is going to swoop in immediately. He accepts your deal, formalizes it in a manner much too quick for you to realize, and by fulfilling the request you set forth, he in turn expects you to remain true to your end of the deal.

This is something he'll continue to hold over your head. You made a deal, you made an open deal, and he fulfilled it. Don't be silly, there are consequences for your actions!

So anyway, time to cook in advance for the ceremony, would you like to help Berle? He's going to make a wedding themed slime cream for the occasion and he'd like his bride's input.

[part-time-zombie]

Ok I've either reached some sort of analytical epiphany here, or I fully fried my brain and I'm no longer making sense. Either way...

seven sides = seven deadly sins.

Roman = Pride.

Easy enough, he represents the ego and pride in a most literal sense (along with passion and creativity). A wound to his ego creates literal pain, and his reputation/role as a heroic prince means everything to him since his very existence is tied to being the "good" part of imagination.

Remus = Lust.

Another easy one, but I think it's more than just the dirty jokes here. It had been suggested before that since Remus represents all forbidden/unwanted thoughts that c!thomas rejected/repressed because he thought they were bad, there likely may have been a point where he was also his closeted homosexuality in the past.

Virgil = Sloth.

Procrastination is a common practice from Virgil, one he either unintentionally prompts or openly promotes. Anytime something stressful or challenging occurs, Virgil always seems to suggest inactivity and avoidance as the solution, preferring to hide from the issue altogether instead of making any effort into fixing it.

Orange = Wrath (?)

Not much is really known here, but from what we've seen so far it's fair to assume that anger is a driving force if not a direct role for the orange side, though future videos may provide more insight.

Janus = Greed.

Greed is a desire to collect and hoard material wealth/resources, with no intention of sharing or using it. It is innately selfish (and not always in a good way) and the way I feel this translates to Janus is by him wanting c!thomas to prioritize himself above all else, even if it involves letting others down. He wants Thomas to seek out the things he wants in life (like the callback) and to take it without feeling bad about choosing his own happiness. This isn't just for goals/achievements, though, he also wants thomas to save his free time/availability for himself without giving it out carelessly. It's as he said: "it's your time and you do what you want with it". He wants Thomas to remove the blindfold and take what he wants while he still can, before the opportunity is lost again.

Patton = Envy.

This one was a little tough, but I think I made it make sense (at least to me). Patton is Thomas' morality, something instilled in him by observing and imitating those around him. As such, Patton's ideals largely come from him comparing himself and Thomas to others. Sure, Thomas is good, but is he as good as someone else? Can be be better? Can he be perfect, and what counts as perfect to begin with? Patton is constantly looking to outside influences to determine what standards to set, which is why Janus managed to help get through to him when he needed guidance in pof. In a way, Patton is envious of others for them seemingly having gotten it all figured out and being effortlessly good (which is obviously ridiculous, but Patton may have had issues with realizing that).

Logan = Gluttony.

In all seriousness, though, this is about more than just crofters. Gluttony is an obsessive overindulgence of material pleasures and consuming more than is healthy. It differs from greed in that greed focuses on amassing wealth and holding onto it, while gluttony uses up everything it can as quickly as possible. How does that relate to Logan? Well, instead of simply associating this with jam or wine, I like to think he is gluttonous of c!thomas' time. He says he experiences a "titillating, tingling sensation whenever deadlines are met" and regularly tried to direct as much of the focus onto himself and his plans as possible, and becomes frustrated without having surplus time to work. It's not like that time is wasted, though. He does quite the opposite by trying to prioritize all of the time to what he wants, even when it's at a detriment to the others/thomas. He allotted only 0.5% of the day to hopes and dreams, insisting the rest of the day be spent as he pleases. Why? Because being prioritized means he's important and respected, which for him is like the best feeling in the world. And going by how eagerly he devours crofters or chugs wine, it's clear that anything he finds enjoyable will be immediately consumed.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Expanding on my MLP next gen AU "shipping is magic" except i let too many ideas marinate in my head at once and now my wrist hurts from drawing so much :)

BASES USED:

X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X

I would say "ships and lore under the cut" but tumblr ALWAYS likes to fuck up my post layout whenever i post SPECIFICALLY MLP base art for some reason soooo.......idk

As some of you may know: i included fluttershy x tree hugger into my next gen but recently i've decided that in this AU: fluttershy is actually now in a polycule with tree hugger and quarter hearts (that one background pony that looks like link from the legend of zelda) because i saw it be included in one of dragonairlover (or SodaSurfer97, depending on where you follow it)'s old youtube videos back when it did next gen requests for people as part of someone's next gen and i really liked that idea so i included the ship in mine, the mostly-yellow pony with the triforce necklace is named canary crescent (he/him) and he's the son of all three (biologically, i mean) while the blue-haired pony next to him is named navi (she/her) and she's just flutter and quarter's kid. Obviously, navi is based on navi the fairy from the actual zelda games though i wanna say that she's got some inspiration from the blue fairy from pinocchio as well

The next five are gonna take a while to explain....so y'know how i had two lunacord kids already? Well....i decided to expand it into 7 and base them all on the 7 deadly sins because i thought it'd be cool (the ones i already made represent pride and sloth now), the pink one represents lust and is named "after dark" (she/her), the red one represents wrath and is named "wild side" (which TOTALLY isn't because i had the beastars opening theme which coincidentally is also titled "wild side" stuck in my head while drawing, what are you even TALKING about!??!?....anyway, she/her) The purple one represents greed and is named "hypebeast bling" (god, remember when hypebeasts were a thing? He/him) the brown one represents gluttony and is named "midnight snack" (they/he) and lastly the blue one represents envy and is named cendrillon (who TOTALLY isn't named after the vocaloid song AT ALLLL!!!!!! She/her) cendrillon wants to be like her older siblings, thus why she's envy

These next ones: well....idk how many people know of this nowadays, but when the episode "baby cakes" first came out, people theorized that rarity ALSO had a baby in that episode alongside mrs cake because in the opening scene: she was seen looking at a baby with a VERY similar color palette to her. I actually really like that theory so i decided to incorporate that into my next gen, with rarity having a kid with stony pony before eventually getting with braeburn and having rosemary and having to give the kid up for adoption because she couldn't take care of her (and also because stony's a fucking deadbeat lmao) ......so yeah, i named her heloise (she/her) and she's very spiritual and cool......probably has an AWESOME crystal collection. The blue pony next to her is named "birthday cake" and she's pound and pumpkin cake's younger sister. Lastly there's prince corium, chrysalis and tirek's 14-year-old son. I imagine that he's not really evil in the same way his parents are, but he's moreso an edgy fuck who thinks saying slurs and making fun of furries is peak comedy....also he has some SERIOUS beef with pastel dream (my flashlight kid from another post)

Moving onto equestria girls, i didn't want it to JUST be the next gen from the pony universe but just in the EG universe so i decided to be a little creative. So for EG's mane 5 we have rarity and applejack's identical twin daughters praline punch (who's a graphiti artist and is into amekaji) and frou-frou (who's super ditzy and into hime gyaru), fluttershy and bulk biceps' daughter sunny sunflower, sci-twi and sunset shimmer's daughter pasadena (who has a crush on sunny and TOTALLY isn't named after pasadena from crash bandicoot I SWEAR!!!!) And flash sentry and timber spruce's daughter happy camper (who is a trans girl, but is still a lil early into her transition and she's into cryptozoology)

[sid-the-sandwich]

Obey Me! RPG Dance Battles

This is part 6 of features that will probably never get added to the game, this one is different from the rest as it's changing the dance battles.

it will be similar to the OG dance battles, but instead of dancing, you can fight using moves based on the card used. This is a mock-up of how I imagine it can look. An explanation on what everything means is below

Character Move

Sin Type Move

SSR Special Move

UR/UR+ Special Move

Your Party (The green flame is the Character on your party whose turn it is)

The Enemy team

Your Party's health

The Enemies Health

Below are the skills your party can use:

Powers Types:

Character- A specific attack depending on the Character on the card.

Sin Type- A specific attack depending on the Sin Type of the card.

Special Moves- A special, high powered Attack randomly from the list below.

Card Type:

SR and Below: 2 Moves (1 for Character, 1 for Sin Type)

SSR: 3 Moves (1 for Character, 1 for Sin Type, 1 for Special)

UR/UR+: 4 Moves (1 for Character, 1 for Sin Type, 2 for Special)

Character Specific

Lucifer - Whip: A single attack that damages all enemies

Mammon - Coin Toss: A multi-hit attack throwing coins. Deals small damage to an enemy.

Levi - Lotan: Lotan swims across the screen causing strong damage

Satan - Kitty Meows: Poppers that deal random damage

Asmo - Seduce: A small chance to make an enemy miss a turn

Beel - Bite: A single damage attack that hits 2 out of 3 enemies

Belphie - Snooze: A small chance to one-hit an enemy, but always makes Belphie fall asleep and miss a turn regardless of whether it worked or not.

Diavolo - Prince: Laser Beam attack for medium damage

Barbatos - Spider Web: Slows enemy attacks by a random amount

Luke - Regen Cupcakes: Heals all Party members

Simeon - Bubble Barrier: Creates a barrier that will soften damage taken slightly

Solomon - Suspicious Stew: Purple stew will drop on the enemy team causing damage over a short time

Thirteen - Robots: A trap that causes damage to the enemy over time

Raphael - Spears: A multi-hit attack that causes damage to all enemies

Mephistopheles - Lecture: Decreases enemy attack powers for a short time

Sin Type:

Pride - Prideful Power: increases Party's attack for a limited time

Greed - Grimm Shower: Rains Grimm on the enemy team to chip away at health

Envy - Jealous: A single attack to the enemy with the highest health

Wrath - Poison: continuous damage to the enemy team for a short time

Lust - Regen song: Increases Party's health over time

Gluttony - Speed up: Speeds up your party

Sloth - Slow Down: Slows down the enemies team

Special Attacks: (SSR AND UR/UR+)

Frog: chance to turn enemies into frogs

Berserker: Increases Attack and Speed of 1 member of your party

Zombie: chance to turn enemies into zombies

Scarecrow: Chance to turn the enemies into scarecrow

Confusion: Chance to make enemies confused

Stun: Chance to stun enemies

Sleep: chance to make enemies sleep

Potion of Healing: Gives your party extra life/ revives them from the dead.

Night Dagger: 1/99999 Chance to one-hit all enemies

Truth Potion: Lowers enemy defenses considerably

Petrification: chance to turn enemies to stone

Crow Mimic: Mimics your Moves for a while

Reflect: a random amount of damage will be reflected back to the enemy

Ruri-chan: An assist to heal your damage over time

Little D. Army: Little D.'s Attack the enemies for a limited time

Stage Change: Change the Sin Type of a stage

Solomon's cooking: A random food item will fly across the screen, poisoning enemies

Sweet tooth: Like Beelzebub's bite, but stronger

Karasu: Attacks a single enemy over time

Vision Flowers: Chance to distract 1-3 of the enemies

String Up: 5% to remove the enemy with the lowest health

Video Game: random 2d character will attack the enemy for a while

Gift Box: If the card is a birthday card then the UR slot will be filled only by a gift box that summons a random attack from all the ones listed above.

NOTE: Enemies can use all effects listed above, it depends on the powers listed before entering the levels, (they have 1 Character or 1 Sin attack depending on whether it is a little D. or character as the enemy. Some enemies can have SSR+ Special moves for difficulty)

Feel free to ask questions if you don't understand something

[lancermylove]

Chapter 6 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,403 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

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You chuckled at the sparkles in Diavolo's eyes as he described the events of their outing yesterday. His vibrant and enchanting energy was quite contagious. However, what captivated you most was the prince's ability to act as an ordinary individual without carrying the weight of his royal duties. Even Asmo appeared to notice this as he giggled while relishing a piece of fruit from his breakfast bowl.

"Then, we witnessed children dressed in elf costumes, and they were creating, I believe Solomon referred to it as, a snowman. But then he stated we had much to see, so I was unable to witness the final form of the man of snow," the prince merrily spoke without taking a breath, "which upset me greatly. However, Solomon acquired an image from the web, but it could not match the splendor of witnessing one in actuality."

"Young master, do remember to breathe and finish your breakfast," Barbatos calmly said from the opposite side of the kitchen. His words drew laughter from you and Asmo, and while Diavolo finished the remainder of the food on his porcelain plate, the Avatar of Gluttony took the spotlight.

"There were so many ice sculptures shaped, and they look crunchy and delicious," Beel grinned, but his lips quickly tugged into a flat line. "But everyone stopped me from taking a bite. Solomon said the artists worked hard to make them."

"The ice sculptures were beautiful. If only they had one of me," Asmo giggled. "Diavolo, what if we had an ice sculpture festival in Devildom?"

"An excellent suggestion, Asmodeus. Having a winter wonderland of our own sounds delightful," the prince nodded. "Furthermore, I quite enjoyed witnessing Santa's workshop and would like to have one in Devildom. I could don Santa's attire while the rest of you could be my elves."

At his words, you glanced at the butler, who was occupied with chopping ingredients for dinner. Your vivid imagination conjured the image of Barbatos with elf-like pointed ears, adorned in a vibrant green attire and carrying a satchel filled to the brim with treats. The thought of a dignified demon in an adorable, flamboyant outfit made you giggle. As if sensing your gaze, he briefly glanced at you with an eyebrow raised, but you quickly looked away.

"We could also install an ice skating ring. Due to our time constraint, my wish to ice skate remains unfulfilled," Diavolo sighed, but Barbatos seemed a bit alerted by the grand schemes the prince suggested.

"My lord, I apologize for dampening the mood, but I fear the council will not sanction your suggestions. They will likely view them as superfluous expenditures and may cause trouble for you," the butler said in an effort to dissuade the prince from traversing down that path.

Hearing his words disheartened Diavolo, yet he was aware the Barbatos's concerns held merit. The council already voiced their distrust in the prince and expressed their desire for the king to rise from his deep slumber on multiple occasions. He appreciated the butler's concern and wisdom but was still upset at the possibility that his ideas might not come to fruition.

"Aw, don't be upset, Diavolo," Asmo said with a small smile and gently patted the prince's arm. "Those ancient grouches don't know the definition of fun."

You sympathized with Diavolo but didn't know how to comfort him. How could the Crown Prince of the Devildom have less decisional authority than the council members? He was a kind and benevolent prince who always thought of the well-being of the residents in Devildom, yet the council refused to acknowledge his endeavors. Moreover, it felt as though they were waiting for him to take one misstep so they could question his leadership abilities. 'Talk about evil.'

"Oh, (y/n), I forgot to tell you about our fans," Asmo chimed in an attempt to lighten the thick atmosphere. "We had a crowd gathered around us! They were complimenting and taking photos of us. Some even asked for our numbers, but the situation got so bad that the security guards had to intervene."

Beel laughed and nodded, "They offered to take me out to eat."

Once again, your imagination ran wild. The thought of Beelzebub's voracious appetite taking control of him as he devoured the entirety of the restaurant made you shudder. But imagining the expressions of the onlookers made you quietly chuckle. 'That would be one expensive date.'

"(Y/n)," the sixth brother softly said, bringing you back to reality, "you and Belphie did a great job decorating the tree."

"Thank you, but Belphie did most of the work," you chuckled.

"Don't be so modest, sweetie!" Asmo sweetly said as he handed you a small, festive gift bag with a scarf. "As a thank you for your hard work, we have a little something for you."

The silky softness of the cashmere scarf patterned with wintery and festive motifs drew a smile to your face. "Thank you, Asmo. It's perfect for the season! By the way, have any of you seen Mammon?"

"Come back! I ain't goin' to hurt ya."

You heard Mammon's voice in the distance and quietly headed in his direction, but upon arriving, you tilted your head and blinked rapidly. The Avatar of Greed cautiously approached a reindeer with a red spherical object in his hand, his expression hopeful despite the creature's skepticism. For a few moments, you watched them, baffled yet fascinated until Mammon leaped forward and tried to press the sphere on the reindeer's nose. The deer immediately bolted in the opposite direction, kicking up a plume of fresh snow as it fled, and left a disappointed Mammon lying on the ground, face flat in the snow.

"Mammon, what are you doing?" You inquired, trying to hold back your laughter. Rolling over on his back, the second brother sighed exasperatedly in defeat.

"Satan was talkin' 'bout Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, sayin' all human like him. And I wanted to see ya smile, so I tried to put this red nose on that reindeer," he sighed loudly. "But the deer ain't havin' it."

His reasoning surprised you, but a sensation of warmth spread throughout your entire body. However, you wondered why Mammon thought you needed to be cheered up. With a quiet giggle, you spoke your mind, "But I am not sad, Mammon."

"Look, I ain't the smartest demon, but even I can tell somethin' is goin' on with you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo," he declared as he stood up and dusted the snow off his clothes. First, Lucifer, then Solomon, and now, Mammon? Had everyone figured out something was going on behind the scenes? Noticing your discomfort, he continued, "Hey, I ain't goin' to ask ya to tell me if you don't wanna. But I am here for ya, y'know. If you wanna talk or somethin'."

"Mammon, I wish I could say 'you are a true angel.' But thanks. I will keep that in mind," you tenderly smiled but quickly changed the topic. "Speaking of angels. Want me to teach you how to make a snow angel?"

"A snow...angel?" Mammon repeated with a hint of confusion. "What's that?"

In a wordless display of your actions, you lay down on the ground and fully stretched your limbs as the Avatar of Greed curiously observed your moves. As you began to sweep your arms and legs through the powdery snow, a shape emerged, catching Mammon by surprise. You cautiously rose from the ground and created a slightly uneven halo atop its head. "Voila. A snow angel! Your turn."

Mammon didn't respond but studied the imprint he had left in the snow after attempting to attach the red nose to the reindeer. In a moment of playful creativity, he crouched down with a mischievous smile and dipped his index finger into the snow. With a few strokes, he added horns and a tail to the impression. "Voila. A snow devil. Take that snow angel!"

Your laughter echoed through the opening in the center of the forest, "Speaking of the devil. What were you hiding behind your back a few days ago? You know, the small blue and black packets."

"Huh? I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout," Mammon mumbled and averted his gaze momentarily.

"Suuuure, you don't, Mammon," you chuckled. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be decorating the exterior of the cabin?"

"Yeah, and Solomon's supposed to be helpin', but he ran off. I ain't doin' everythin' by myself," he slightly frowned and threw his hands up in the air.

You hopped off the step-up and took a moment to admire your handiwork. A faux pine wreath adorned with a crimson ribbon hung outside the main door, its vibrant color standing out against the albescent backdrop. The tails of the ribbon occasionally fluttered in the light, chilly breeze. Nestled in the door frame was a pine garland with soft white LED lights gently illuminating the pine needles. Pine cones and berries served as a festive accent amongst the branches.

A sudden, ear-piercing thud resounded across the winter landscape, quickly followed by a grunt. Your head quickly pivoted in the direction of the noise, and you laid your eyes upon something quite unexpected: the legs of the Avatar of Greed poking out of a mound of fluffy snow. As you hurried over to investigate, Mammon's voice emanated from beneath the powder-laden mass, "Why do I gotta do all the hard stuff?"

You let out a light, giggling laugh as you took in the amusing sight of Mammon stuck in the snowy pile with festive string lights on top of him. Hearing you laugh, he huffed and averted his gaze in protest, "That ain't funny. I could've been seriously hurt fallin' from the roof like that, y'know."

"Sorry. Sorry," you giggled. "Let me help you out of there."

You quickly helped the Avatar of Greed extricate himself from the icy clutches of the snowy abyss, but to no avail did he appear to appreciate your efforts. Once he returned to his feet, he loudly dusted the snow off his clothes with a frown on his slightly dry lips. To brighten his mood, you carefully formed a snowball and lightly delivered it to his shoulder, its powdery substance flying through the air and landing with a small poof on his body.

Mammon's somber expression softened momentarily as he glanced at the place where you threw the snowball. Seizing the opportunity, you engaged him further and tossed another snowball in hopes of seeing the Avatar of Greed smile or at least have a reaction. But to your dismay, he refused to acknowledge your actions, his body language portraying a sullen, unamused air about him.

Exasperated with your futile attempts to cheer Mammon up, you sighed and turned away, but as soon as your back faced him, you heard a soft whoosh, followed by a poof on your shoulder. In a few minutes, laughter permeated the air as the two of you tossed countless snowballs at each other. The snowball fight soon turned into a chase through the woods.

Your playful antics led you and Mammon atop a hidden corner in the forest as curtains of snow began to cascade from the heavens. The chase came to a halt when you noticed a quaint cave nestled in a stone wall. The two of you glanced at one another, contemplating whether you should explore the unknown lair.

"What if the cave has a bear or something dangerous?" You nervously asked, stepping closer to him.

"Never fear 'cause Mammon the Great is here," he responded in a slightly deeper voice but quickly added in a softer tone, "What are ya worried about? I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya."

Placing your trust in him, the two of you ventured into the darkened cavernous depth, your curious gazes set on discovering its mysteries and treasures. Halfway through, your wandering gazes halted as you stumbled upon an otherworldly sight. One wall of the dreary cave housed a plethora of glowworms; each radiated a distinct blue light, and together, they created an iridescent symphony resembling the starry night sky. Before the wall lay a pitch-black pool that mirrored the bioluminescence, further adding to the enchantment.

As the two of you observed the artful display of nature, a moment of silence ensued. Eventually, Mammon tore his eyes from the scene and directed his gaze at you. The azure glow softly highlighted your features and added a touch of vibrancy to your eyes, blessing you with a heavenly appearance. The demon's heart fluttered as his breath slowly escaped him.

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered as heat spread across his cheeks. In the soothing glow, your eyes stared at each other longingly, secretly conveying the feelings buried in your hearts.

With a spark of heat and longing, your face inched closer and closer until they met in a sweet kiss. The soft embrace of your lips sent your thoughts and emotions into overdrive, stirring your boundless desires for each other. Like a wave crashing against the shoreline, your lips collided in an ever-building storm of sparks. Your breath grew heavier as your kisses grew more passionate, every nerve and inch of skin alive with the electricity of the moment. Your bodies pressed into each other, your hands exploring curves and dips, your movements as swift as tides.

Soon, your jacket came undone, followed by the buttons on your shirt and the clip in front of your bra. The sight of your delicate and bare chest skyrocketed Mammon's desire as he tossed his jacket aside and tore open his shirt. In the blink of an eye, your back was against a wall, your soft chest rubbing against his muscular one, your arms tightly coiled around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

While your tongues tangled and caressed one another, your hips moved in perfect sync, dancing to the rhythm of your unbridled passion. Heavy breathing and soft moan filled the confines of the inner cave. As his pace increased, the sounds became louder and more frequent, turning into soft cries of pleasure and desperate gasps for air. 

In the secluded alcove, you and Mammon were enraptured by your carnal desire for one another, and neither one of you wanted to stop. In the safety of the stone structure, your hips repeatedly met in myriad positions. It was only you and him in your own little world.

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[gartenofbanny]

You all know what time it is, time for the review for the most hyped up episode since The Circus!

The Good

Vortex

Vortex, as always is the best character in every episode he's in. As always he's pretty chill and nice around Loona treating her like a person and he's really nice with his girlfriend Beelzebub. There is one scene of Beelzebub talking about fucking Satan despite the fact that she views him as a brother and Vortex just doesn't say anything..and lets Beelzebub say it.

This is honestly reminding me a little bit of Rent a Girlfriend, I really fucking hope they don't make Vortex into a cuck because that'll make me lose respect from the writers and Beelzebub. Not so much Vortex because idk what the hell he's even going to do against Satan when he finds out Beelzebub sleeps with him. The most he could do is leave Beelzebub.

Gluttony Ring

The Gluttony Ring looked pretty creative, it's my 2nd favorite one behind Wrath Ring. Why is it my second favorite? Because the atmosphere and the setting a little bit looks more like Earth than it does Hell. And the location where they're at just looks like a bee-themed tropical beach instead of fucking Hell. This is probably the last thing I would think of when I think of "Gluttony Ring in Hell". It's pretty, but it isn't something I'd imagine that Hell would have. Also, why is it that some places in Hell look fucking disastrous but other places in Hell look like oasis? Is this supposed to be a place where Sinners suffer or just Earth 2.0? We don't know and Viv doesn't either.

Animation

The animation in this episode is pretty solid and looks good which is expected for a Helluva Boss episode, but there are some times when I find the animation to be really weird.

In the beginning of the episode, it shows Demons partying, but doesn't show their full appearances just silhouettes.

And in the same timeframe, Loona and Tex outside has different shading, but once they're inside the shading instantly changes and they have thick black lines around their body. Making their characters not fit with the background. And all this shit happens in the first 47 seconds of the episode, holy shit.

Viv did say that this episode was supposed to be "A grand visual spectacle" but the only grand visual spectacle was the Cotton Candy song which took a significant chunk of time from an insignificant episode.

Yeah, there's not much I actually liked in this episode, so let's move on to the bad.

The Bad

Beelzebub's Design

I don't have any problem with Beelzebub personality-wise. She's cool and surprisingly nice for one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Vortex really does have good taste in women..aside from her wanting to fuck Satan. But I can dismiss that as a joke and pray to God that it doesn't actually happen.

But what I do not like about Beelzebub is her design which I know damn well the animators didn't get paid enough for animating this.

Nothing from this design tells me that this is Beelzebub. I was completely confused on whether or not this woman was Beelzebub until I saw the credits. Beelzebub is depicted in Demonology as an insect, not a hellhound variant. A lot of people and I assumed that Beelzebub was going to be a bee due to the Bee Aesthetic in Gluttony, but we just got Jay Jay recolored and with four arms with miniscule insect aspects.

The second reason why I hate this design is because it's not creative at all. This design without a doubt was heavily inspired by Jay Jay, but it wasn't just heavily inspired it's literally copied and pasted. They copied Jay Jay, gave her Loona's legs, recolored her, added so many unnecessary details, and called her Beelzebub. Looking at Beelzebub and the other furry characters that Viv designed in her past you can see that there's little to no difference between them.

Beezlebub's design reminds me of how video game characters have alternate skins because her design is literally Jay Jay but recolored and with added cosmetics.

Or how in Injustice: Gods Among Us the yellow costume for The Flash is Reverse Flash but he still looks identical to the regular Flash. So different personality, but the same skin just recolored.

My third reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub's insect features are so miniscule that you can easily miss them. The only insect like features she has are the bee wings, four arms, and antennae in her eyelids and ears. Aside from those, there's nothing else. Now when she increases her size, Beelzebub does have bug like eyes but again that doesn't really say much.

My fourth and final reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub has so many unnecessary additions to her design that it looks pretty overwhelming but at the same time distracting. What was the point of giving her a lava lamp stomach? What was the point of having honey levitate from behind her? Why is her fucking eyeliner dripped as if she cried? I'm most likely going to do a design comparison with another iteration of Beelzebub, but yeah those are just my thoughts on her design overall. It's lazy, but also somehow overcomplicated.

It would fit more if they made her into Cerberus instead of Beelzebub as Cerberus is a three-headed hellhound in the Gluttony Ring of Hell that likes to consume a lot. This design is more fitting for that to me.

Kesha voicing Beelzebub

Kesha voicing Beelzebub was a weird and bad choice not because of Die Young, but because Beelzebub represents what Kesha was running away from in her past. For those who don't know Kesha had a persona called Ke$ha who she describes as a "front for her emotional pain". And there are a few things that conclude to me why Beelzebub and the persona Ke$ha are nearly identical. They both overindulge in partying and drinking since Beelzebub represents overindulgence in those two things and many other things, but that was a really toxic lifestyle for Kesha to go through. There are two differences between the two characters that being Beelzebub also overindulges in eating but Kesha in the past had an eating disorder. She couldn't indulge in eating because as she says "I convinced myself that being sick, being skinny, was part of my job" and having Beelzebub a character who can overindulge in eating but still manages to stay skinny and thin is insensitive and unrealistic. The second difference is Kesha had to go to rehab in order to stay away from all of that and most likely doesn't partake in those anymore while Beelzebub doesn't have to.

Simply put Beelzebub represents the persona Ke$ha and not the person, the same persona that Kesha used to mask her emotional pain and had to go to rehab to fix. I am fully aware that Kesha is an adult and she can make her own decisions, but having someone voice act a character who represents the persona they had in the past is really absurd and stupid, especially on Viv's part.

It's likely that Beelzebub will never appear again or will have a different voice actor. Because Kesha being involved caused legal issues that took almost two years to resolve. If Beelzebub does return then I think she'll be voice acted by her singing voice actor Rochelle Diamante or someone else entirely.

Cotton Candy

After listening to the Cotton Candy song multiple times, I've come to the conclusion that this song is ass. It's not even intentionally trying to be bad either that's the worse and funnier part about it. The words "Cotton Candy" takes up 1/3 of the song, there's an entire video called "Cotton Candy, but only when they say Cotton Candy" and it's 1 minute long.

My problem isn't with the singing the singer behind this is fantastic, but my main problem with this song is the lyrics and beat. This song sounds like a bootleg version of Die Young, I know that was intended by Viv but that doesn't mean the song is good. The lyrics rhyme "Cotton Candy" with "Cotton Candy" Whoever was writing this song just needs to stop.

Also, why is the song about Cotton Candy and not Honey? Beelzebub does have a bee aesthetic around her so wouldn't it make more sense to have her sing about honey. It's sweet and addictive

This video perfectly summarizes my thoughts on this song

Loona barely has a spotlight

Loona was hyped up exponentially a couple of days before this episode came out. From the voice actress stating that she'll return to voice Loona while striking a pose to a Loona plush releasing not too long ago.

While I don't believe Loona was hyped up for this episode in particular she was still hyped up regardless and this episode was assumed to be a Loona-centered episode...that is until Beelzebub. Beelzebub stole the spotlight from Loona due to her character reveal being the sparkly song it was and a lot of people liking her design due to it being flashy.

Even a couple of days after the episode's release I still see more people talking about Beelzebub than Loona, regardless of how I feel about this character Beelzebub stood out more than Loona did to me. It's amazing that Loona was sidelined in her own episode

Slight Tonal Issues

There are some tonal issues with this episode particularly in the middle and near the end. So in the middle of this episode, Loona walks out of the party wanting to leave feeling as if she didn't belong there.

When Blitzo was going to leave, she gets flirted with by some other hellhound and that's more than enough to convince her to stay. So apparently, Loona getting hit on allows her to become less insecure and more sociable. Jesus Christ

Near the end of the episode, Loona places Blitzo on his couch after pouring him some water then all of a sudden Blitzo suddenly has a sad moment saying that he'll die alone old and wrinkled.

I gotta add if you don't want to die alone then stop treating people like shit Blitzo.

But anyway, this scene really just comes out of nowhere because Blitzo didn't express any problem with what happened at Ozzie's before he went to the party. I understand he was drinking all of his pain away but it still felt weird and forced to me.

Then after Loona calls him "Dad" for the second time in this episode, Blitzo suddenly just puked for the sake of comedy...

Jesus Christ, even a filler episode has tone issues. Oh yeah, speaking of filler episode.

This episode is meaningless

This episode isn't a direct continuation of Ozzie's nor does it affect any future episodes. Viv stated that Ozzie's is the true season 1 finale and that this episode is a "grand visual spectacle"

So all of this is just meaningless and what reinforces this is Loona's behavior. Loona went from her taking care of Blitzo to even calling him dad to straight up physically and mentally abusing him just because he wanted her to be nicer to the clients. Seeing Stars takes place at least a few days after Queen Bee so there's literally no reason for Loona to even act like this.

Raises more questions than answers

This episode like all of the other ones in Helluva Boss raises more questions than answers. Hell, I'll even say that it doesn't even answer any of the questions I had. Beelzebub can literally make food from nowhere, so what's even the point of Wrath? Why is Tex and Beelzebub dating good, but Stolas and Blitzo dating isn't? How many abilities does this Beelzebub even have? Does the food she make has any side effects on those who consume it? Like there are so many fucking questions but NONE OF THIS GETS ANSWERED.

At this point, I will be really surprised whenever one of the major questions that the fandom has actually gets answered. Because I'm getting tired of this.

Conclusion

In conclusion, this episode really meant nothing and despite it not meaning anything I didn't like it. Especially Cotton Candy, that song sucks, I don't know why they didn't use Silva Hound's "Monster Ball" it sounds leagues better than "Cotton Candy" plus it's more fitting since Demons are monsters. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day!

[alexeeeeeeeeeee]

Lesson One | Welcome to Devildom!

| 1 | Royal Academy of Diavolo

'Where am I...?'

…

In a dream.

Because there was no other reasonable explanation for the fact that Goh was currently standing dumbfounded in a huge medieval-looking courtroom, being stared at by several men claiming to be demons.

'Demons. Ha.'

Was this a joke? Was he high? Even though he didn’t remember ever taking that kind of substance in his short life, maybe the stifling air of his small room in the university residence had made him dizzy enough to hallucinate things...

''... though we just call it RAD. You're standing inside the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business.''

'Officers of... the student council? Is this a school?'

Goh had barely registered one piece of information that ten others popped up and assailed him with nonsense. A demon realm? A prince? What was his name again? Diavolo? One of the other men present explaining to him that Goh had been summoned into the Devildom as an exchange student aiming to complete an exchange program between a Celestial Realm and the human world? A man who actually happened to be Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?

'What the... Wait no, don't come any closer!... Stop talking already... A YEAR!?'

Oh, and now Lucifer (?) was handing him what looked an awful lot like an iPhone − a... D.D.D.? − and was informing him that it would be used to communicate with them and to invoke magic cards via a magic virtual book that would allow him to fight against other demons to strengthen his soul.

'Please, Goh, just wake up already... all this seems way to lucid for me to be reassured that nothing's real.'

...

Looked after by the Avatar of Greed, Lucifer's (?) brother?

Why didn't it sound promising?...

| 2 | The Seven Brothers

''So, what business does a human got with THE Mammon?''

''You'll... apparently be in charge of me from now on.''

''No way! There's nothin' in it for me.''

Great.

So one of the little brothers of Lucifer (?) had already some beef against him because his older brother obliged him to take care of the human.

The three other men in the courtroom were apparently also siblings of Lucifer (?), the gorgeous champagne-haired being the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus (?); the passive-aggressive blond, the Avatar of Wrath, Satan (?); the giant and hungry redhead, the Avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub (?).

'Aren’t Lucifer and Satan supposed to be the same being? Also, those Avatar Lords seem to embody the seven deadly sins, which means there must be two other brothers for envy and sloth…'

Goh had a really hard time trying to correctly understand the situation, and he was still not completly sure whether all this circus was reality, but since taking the phone − the D.D.D. −, he had this uncomfortable feeling that he might not be dreaming.

After all, the device felt pretty real to him.

Heavy, even.

As the presence of the five men (?) around him. He didn't feel extremely safe with them near him, even though Diavolo said that the brothers were going to protect him of potential demons disagreeing with the prince who might try something against him to screw things up.

Thus, Goh would have to live with them in the House of Lamentation.

And thus, Goh needed to collect as much informations as he could. Because if this interdimensional exchange program was his new life − for a whole year −, he needed to be prepared.

Had to be prepared.

Otherwise, there was a possibility that he could never be able to return to his normal life.

And maybe that the courtroom door presently opening would be one of the first danger that he would need to be aware of.

| 3 | Mammon, Avatar of Greed

Goh was so screwed.

He was definitely not dreaming.

The rush of fear that he felt as Mammon approched him and grabbed his shirt before ordering to give him all his money was way to real to only be a construction of his imagination.

Goh tried hard not to show any emotion, like he'd been doing since he'd become aware of his surroundings, as the tan-skinned and silver-haired demon was threatening to eat him right in front of his face, but it was a bit difficult when a fiery blue-green gaze and a hot breath were assailing him.

He got even more convinced that all what was happening was reality when Lucifer hit Mammon hard enough to let go and to cause him and the human he has been holding to stumble a few steps from the shock of the impact.

At this, Goh couldn't help but surreptitiously widen his eyes, momentarily stunned by the raw strength the demon was capable of displaying.

'I'm going to die. Protected? Hell, those brothers will be the cause of my death!'

Even though he had just been kind of attacked − technically, the demon hadn’t touch him −, the human felt a little confused when Satan revealed that Mammon really only cared about the money of someone, not the someone in question, because the bad feeling that was swarming tirelessly in the depths of his gut seemed to lighten a little when Goh's shaken mind had witnessed Mammon's reaction to Asmodeus' derogatory remark : the Avatar of Greed hadn't respond by making use of this threatening aura that Lucifer and Satan had released a little earlier when the latter was presented.

Even though the silver-haired demon obviously cared a lot about money − Satan called it ''grimm'', right? −, the human was able to perceive that he was also capable of restraint.

From the way Mammon's brothers − minus Beelzebub − insulted him without flinching, Goh deduced that this was the usual way of treating the second eldest.

Second eldest who, if one followed a logic of power scale, must have been the second strongest of the siblings, just after Lucifer.

At second glance, Mammon appeared to be a free spirit, thus explaining why he didn't look eager to personally take care of Goh during his stay in the Devildom, but maybe he was really not the worst protector that could be.

'I guess he looks more reasonable and sincere than Satan, Asmodeus or Lucifer... As for Beelzebub, I think that if I don't touch his food, he should leave me alone. Maybe I can survive this... I just have to not get involved in things that don't concern me and I should be fine. I think... I hope.'

''Alright, human, listen up. As much as I don't want to look after you, I've got no choice. So in return, you better make sure you don't cause me any trouble, got it?''

A bit calmer than five minutes ago, Goh took a few seconds to size up his interlocutor, the demon's blue-green eyes glinting mostly with annoyance and resignation, but also with a spark that he could describe as curiosity.

Relaxing his imperturbable expression a little, Goh nodded, thus sealing their future collaboration.

| 4 | Good Luck

''Humans, angels, demons, I imagine a universe where each accepts the other. Where we are brought together as friends. This is my dream, and I'm asking you to be the foundation for it.''

'Talking about an utopia...'

It wasn't like Goh was mad at them for kidnapping him without any warning only to throw him into this whole new and dangerous world, no : he was just internally furious and worried and so, so lost.

He was just a random university student, with common short and messy brown hair and even more common chocolate brown eyes. He wasn't tall, nor was he small, he wasn't particularly fit − just the right healthy shape to make his body work.

He was a nobody amongst nobodies.

Not even thirty minutes ago, he had been in his campus dorm, reading an anthropology book while trying to not suffocate from the late summer heat − nothing that was most normal and banal in his eyes.

But now...

The human let out a soft, tired sigh, a certain weight hunching his shoulders forward as Mammon guided him out of the room.

Even when he was little, Hugo Yatsurugi had never been the type of boy who believed in fairy tales or monsters under the bed. No, he had always been a down-to-earth, very curious child.

The mysteries of the world had fascinated him for a long time now, and it was human beings that had particularly caught his attention.

After all, what a strange creature this abstract life form was. Coming from the hominid family, humans had progressed from primate to the modern individual that they now boast of having reached in approximately seven million years. A lot of work and transformations to proclaim themselves master of the Earth.

Younger, the brunette had always wondered how the human mind developed and how it was really made. It was his curiosity about psychology and anthropological behavior that led him to study history and observe people. This was how he discovered his ''passion''.

Analyze, decode, then try to help if he could.

Neither Goh nor those around him understood why he had fallen for such a hobby. After all, as a kid, he hadn't been the most sociable of the classes he had been through, content to stay away.

But he seemed to always have had a soft spot for human beings in general. Even though the young man knew full well that the world he lived in was doomed to destruction because of human impetuosity and stupidity, he wanted to be able to relieve his specie of the scourge with which it had burdened itself.

As a human himself, Goh had come to believe that nothing and no one could dethrone the superpredator that they were. Obviously, he'd been wrong all along. Angels and demons now had to be added to the balance.

And this reversal of forces changed absolutely everything.

Especially for someone as realist as Goh.

As the human was crossing a paved street, he took advantage of the fact that Mammon was walking a few steps ahead grumbling under his breath, to allow genuine surprise to appear on his face when a bracelet adorned with a pendant representing Capricorn came to life with a will of his own and wanted to follow him, simply held back by the turnstile on which it was attached.

When the brunette was suddenly called − summoned? − to the council room of RAD, he felt immensely scared and confused, thinking he was going crazy.

Now, he just felt concerned, anxious.

And the fact that he only felt like that not even an hour after this whole traumatic experience and discovery destabilised him even more.

Taking his eyes off the rustic decor of the shops and restaurants − taverns? − of the Devildom, Goh let his blunt gaze land on the demon before him and frowned softly as his heart skipped an uneasy beat.

'Why does it feel like a... déjà-vu?'

| 5 | The House of Lamentation

Goh expected that the residence of the seven brothers would be able to accommodate him and them, but he didn't think that the house would actually be a mansion.

Huge, noble and austere, the old building seemed to have two floors, although the human managed to distinguish a third which must served as an attic. Several lights were on, informing the brunette of the presence of someone inside. Probably the two brothers who had not been present during the small welcome assembly.

''That rotten bastard... Does he really think he can scare me into doin' whatever he wants?''

'Ah, so he was complaining all along...'

Mammon suddenly turned around, almost making the young man who was following him trip.

''Just so we're clear... it's not like I can't say no to Lucifer, okay? I only agreed to babysit you because, um... Well you know, because... uh...''

'Because...?'

''Anyway, it doesn't matter! Just don't go thinking that I'm scared of Lucifer or anything! Because I'm not!''

''I know.''

It wasn't the first time the student had faced people like the Avatar of Greed, those who turned a blind eye and said the complete opposite of what they thought to keep face. The best way to ensure that a conversation went well with this type of person was to go their way.

Delighted that their interlocutor was of the same opinion, they would automatically be more at ease.

''... Oh. Okay then, as long as we've got that straight.''

Goh was treated to a discreet glance that he could have missed if he hadn't been so attentive and observant by nature. Just after, Mammon turned around and pulled down the handle of the large double doors.

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

An imperceptible smile stretched Goh's lips for the first time since he was in the Devildom. He was happy to have managed to understand part of the behavior of his protector in such a short time.

It could be useful to him later.

Following the demon and leaving the darkness of the night for the light of the residence, astonishment quickly took place on the young man's face as the entrance hall presented itself to him.

Listening absently to Mammon while detailing the place, he learned that the House of Lamentation was actually a dormitory reserved for members of the student council − minus Diavolo, who had his own castle − and that others like it existed all around RAD. From what the human understood, the student council acted as a sort of Congress.

As to whether the power of Diavolo and the brothers extended beyond the academy, the brunette suspected that it was the case, if only with the title of crown prince of Diavolo.

'Which means that these guys are really big shots here...'

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

The student noticed with surprise that his inspection of the entrance hall had absorbed him more than he would have expected, Mammon having had time to start taking the corridor which led to the rest of the ground floor.

It's while joining him at a small trot that Goh's chocolate eyes were attracted by a bulletin board where several sheets of part-time job offers were pinned.

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

''What are your hobbies?''

The young man wanted to see if the question would destabilize him. Testing his reactions was a good way to establish the limits that should not be crossed to avoid really annoying him by accident. In addition, it would allow him to better understand the character who would serve as his bodyguard for the coming year.

''Hobbies? Pff, I don't have any... Wait, how about this : I like taking it easy, laughing, and having fun! That's my hobby! Eh, though I guess that's more like a 'lifestyle' than a hobby, huh?''

Maybe it was because of his cooperative reactions, but the human didn't expected the tan-skinned demon to be this easy to talk to.

At first glance, the brunette only saw the snappish character of the Avatar Lord − the fact that his first gesture was to grab him by the collar perhaps had something to do with it −, but when Mammon appeared comfortable in a situation, it seemed easier for him to express his true feelings.

''Anyway, I was actually asking if you had questions about life here at the dorm. I don't get why you wanna talk about me...''

'I don't know when I'll be able to know more about you, or if I'll be able to. I can learn about the Devildom whenever I want.'

''But I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, so listen up.''

The silver-haired stopped moving forward and Goh had all the difficulty in the world to stop to avoid hitting him. His chocolate irises were suddenly anchored in the blue-green eyes of his interlocutor and the serious and harsh look that the demon gave him made him swallow in spite of himself.

Their involuntary proximity already made him insecure, and the fact that Mammon began to tap his chest with his index finger, as one did when one wanted to threaten someone, did not help to calm his growing anxiety.

''If you wanna survive even a day here in the Devildom, you'd better listen real close to what I'm about to say. If it ever looks like a demon is about to attack you... run away.''

Lowering his arm, the Avatar of Greed turned again to resume walking, apparently not noticing the stress he had just put the human through.

''Either that, or die.''

Slightly frowning, the brunette couldn't help but think that this advice was worth gold.

Of course, here, he was just a weak human at the mercy of an entire country filled with seemingly man-eating demons.

No way he would do otherwise.

''How about this? I vote for you to die, Mammon.''

'... Huh?'

| 6 | Leviathan, Avatar of Envy

COMING SOON...

| 7 | The Tale of the Seven Lords

COMING SOON...

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Day 5: Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

Can't belive it is already time for Day 6! I hope everyone has enjoyed Prince of Sin Week! Another is definitely in the works for next year! Really enjoyed all the content for the Prince of Gluttony's day. With Throne of Secrets coming out in October, I can't wait to see all the new content for Prince Gluttony!

Header by @afandomangel

Moodboards

Day 5, "Champagne Fountain." by @badomenwhump

Fics

Indulge in you - Gluttony x Reader by @litnerdwrites

No Rest For The Wicked - Prince Gluttony x Actor!Reader by @afandomangel

To Us - Prince Gluttony x OC!Helena by @afandomangel

[litnerdwrites]

Headcanons- Euphemia

A/N: I'm working on the next chapter of Clandestine affairs, but I also have other stuff going on, like exams coming up, so it's slow going. Until then, have some Demon family headcannons, mostly centred around Euphemia, and her relationship with her uncles. If any of you have any prompts you want me to write some short headcannons for, send them in, and I'll answer them as between fic updates. They could be about either Euphemia, the demon princes, Emilia, etc.

TW: None. Just fluff.

🎀 Sloth pretends he doesn't like looking after Euphemia, but secretly adores curling up in a cozy arm chair and reading her fairy tales.

🎀 Euphemia, as we find out in 'Want it' is like a magpie. As a child, she got easily distracted by anything that glittered, and tried stealing her father and uncles' house daggers, and succeeded, on more than one occasion.

🎀 Euphemia doesn't like the crescent Shallows. At all. Emilia tried taking her there to teach her to swim, since it felt like the safest place to do so, only for her begin wailing. It took hours to console her, and she wouldn't sleep in her own room for weeks. She also clung closer to Wrath during this time, scared Emilia would take her back to the shallows. This still hurts Emilia a lot.

🎀 She painted Camilla a picture of her and Envy as a present, and while it was about what you'd expect from a children's drawing, Camillia got teary at the sight of it. She hung it in their chambers and refused to let anyone touch it, even insisting on cleaning the frame herself.

🎀 Adriana is secretly very sweet to Euphemia, when nobody else is around. She even sneaks her a treat or two from the desert table before dinner, when nobody else is looking. It makes Gluttony feel betrayed.

🎀 Euphemia wasn't allowed to visit House Lust, Gluttony, or Greed for a long time, for obvious reasons. As she grew, and as his brothers pestered him, Wrath relented and allowed Eupheima to visit House Gluttony, and Greed, on the condition that anything inappropriate for her age was to be out of sight during her visit. Lust complains about being the odd one out.

🎀 Eupheima's a daddy's girl. Through and through.

🎀 People say that The Devil, and seven demon princes rule the underworld from their houses of debauchery and sin, but those who reside in the Seven Circles know better. The young Princess of House Wrath is the one who has the real power.

🎀 Euphie was first given her nickname by Sloth when she first called him by name. Her first word was 'Mama' but her second was 'Lo'. Wrath wasn't pleased by this.

🎀 She calls Anir her Uncle, and he secretly takes her into town sometimes. He gets her anything her little heart desires, even if it drives Emilia up a wall to see her drowning in sweets before dinner.

🎀 The quality Euphemia loves most about herself is her hair. She loves having it styled in all different ways, with ornaments, tiaras, cuffs, and clips.

🎀 Euphemia read one of her mother's romance novels once, and the character in it had a braided coronet. It's since become her own favourite hairstyle.

🎀 Euphemia came across a Church Grim by the gates of Hell while visiting The Sin Corridor with her Celestia, and decided to keep it. She named her Frost.

🎀 Speaking of Frost, there are three thrones in House Wrath's Throne room, and one large, lush pillow from House Lust, beside the smallest throne. The perfect size for a wolf to lay on no matter how much she grows.

🎀 Frost also has her own box of ribbons and collars, which she loves. Frost is as much of a girly girl as Euphiemia is, only she turn up her nose at the thought of getting dirty, while Euphie, despite loving frills, ribbons and dressing up, has an adventurer's heart, and often comes back from playing outside scraped and covered in dirt.

🎀 Sometimes Euphemia worries that Vittoria doesn't like her, since she doesn't allow her to visit House Vengeance, even if Emilia comes with her.

🎀 Euphie believes that even though the don't always say it, each of her Uncles loves her in different ways. They each give her something irreplaceable. 🎀 Lust is that one Uncle who was so excited to finally have a nibling, even though he had no clue how to even hold her. Had Euphemia not been in his arms at the time, Wrath would've tackled him for how he held his newborn daughter.

🎀 Once, Euphemia tried to use her mother's make up, only to end up scaring the life out of Anir, who even unsheathed his knife before realising it was the princess. Emilia was more shocked to see that the state of her vanity.

🎀 She was even more shocked to see the things Euphemia had written on the mirror with make up. She used rouge to write out 'I am beautiful' and some kohl to add 'I am powerful'. Apparently Pride taught her to do this, to help with self confidence. Emilia had Wrath deliver Pride some Cannolis immediately.

🎀 Gluttony happily spent ages just pinching her cheeks and cooing over her when Wrath brought her to visit. His excuse was that it was his sin, and that he couldn't help but want to indulge more in her cuteness.

I'll leave it at this for now, but if you want any more, let me know. These are fun to come up with. Also, feel free to let me know if you have any headcannons for Euphie, or even the princes as uncles.

[voidsentprinces]

Void, your AU doesn't sound so bad.

List of things that are happening in Voidsent AU:

Voidsent Prince exist imagine the Archfiends able to just summon the swarms of Voidsent they call on but all across Eorzea like Lightwardens do. The only saving grace is most of the Princes are cognitive and have control over these mass swarms. But if one were inclined to do so, they could overwhelm an area in a bell. While five of these Princes are said to been hunt down by the Void Hunter's Guild. Wrath and Sloth have been missing. No one has spotted or met them but they are speculated to exist since the others introduced themselves as Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, and Pride.

There is a fog over the northern sector of the Central Shroud. No one who goes into it, no matter if its a skilled adverturer, explore, or a Garlean Legion ever come out. If they do, they are catatonic or incoherent. It is impossible to reach the Haukke Manor or cross over to the Fallgourd Float area from here. Even the gate's watchmen have to be changed out every 2 - 4 days or they have a psychological breakdown. At the same time this fog mysterious descended, the Padjal and Gridania loss all communication with the Elementals.

The Sahagin are at war with one of the Voidsent Princes, Envy. Who has been going on one-man raids against the Breeding Grounds. Slaughtering entire clutches of the Tribes out of spite. Limsa Lominsa can't really send a parlay in to aid the tribes without drawing the ire of the Prince. And the Leviathan and Titan summonings from Kobolds in reaction, have become increasingly more and more desperate. Threatening to wipe La Noscea off the map from earthquakes and tidal waves.

Ishgard has "fallen" for 20 years after a cult known as the Sanguine Court, rose up and over threw the Holy See. Only a few of its Noble Houses escaped to Gridania in the process. It would be bearable if the Sanguine Court sent out hostile forces to attack Gridania or Idyllshire or any of the surrounding area. But after the initial take over, its just been dead silence. Nothing comes out of Ishgard, nothing goes into Ishgard. Garlemald sent a few legions to go test its defenses and a few spies to information gather. None ever came out.

Recently a skirmish in Eastern Shroud near Baelsar's Wall turned into a route. The Knights of Ishgard Exiled and the Twin Adders were pushed out of the region as Garlemald pushed its way fully into the Shroud proper. They razed the Slyphlands after Gridania and her allies were forced into a retreat.

Gridania is completely isolated. During the Battle of Carteneau it revealed a being they aided in stopping most of the damage of Dalamud's Fall with the aid of Louisoix. But in revealing such a being who also survived, where Louisoix perished, it alienated Ul'dah and Limsa Lominsa from dealing with Gridania. Forcing them to face Garlemald, the mysterious fog, and the occupation of Ishgard by the exile's foes on its own.

All of this is troublesome. But worse of all, at random intervals for seemingly no reason. Something has occasionally taken over bodies of people. Male, Female, Beast Tribe, Soldier. Garlemald, the East, Thavnair, Sharlayan, La Noscea, etc. It doesn't seem to matter. From time to time, it just...occurs. The person's eyes with be covered in black as they bleed black out of their orifices. They will go into a fit for a short period. Before, whatever it is, takes over motor controls. It will either grow extremely hostile trying to kill everything around it or it will drop dead soon after. The few who survive a run in with it say the person possess will just keep asking the same question over and over: "Where is my, son?"

[eldritch-spouse]

I got 45 sandwiches for free today. Probably barely an appetiser for them but considering I lack the physical capacity to consume them all on my own how would your lovely gluttony demons react to being offered to share such by their partners?

[Where- Pray tell, where in the world are they handing you 45 free sandwiches? What is this sorcery and how do I attain it?]

First and foremost, you need recall that food is a very valid and expected love language for gluttons, getting offered food from their mate is already stellar, such proportions are on a different level of flattery.

Obie blushes like a schoolgirl. Naturally, he's curious where you got over forty sandwiches so readily, but he feels like the luckiest glutton right now. How many fiends like him get greeted by their favorite face and a mountain of food? Few, he imagines, quite few. Although he inhales them like a vacuum, he does consistently stop to offer you bites.

Vorticia likes that you always keep her size in mind when you decide to make a loving gesture. 45 sandwiches aren't much to the Queen of Gluttony, but she knows that it's hard for a little mouse like you to gather the amount of food she'd call a proper meal, so it always makes the serpentine woman smile adoringly when you somehow manage to find the resources to continue to love on her.

Rieba is stress-eating a good chunk of those. She's then stopping to apologize for pigging out right in front of you. This earns you a fancier date from the imp, where she takes the time to savor the sandwiches, because eating something you got for Rieba helps her calm down, and being next to you adds onto that effect, so she really wants you to enjoy yourself half as much as she does in that moment.

Vorago overworks himself, but sometimes he almost thinks it's a good habit, because it means you're likely around the corner with many of his favorite snacks ready. He can't stop his tail from wagging furiously when he sees you carting a mountain of sandwiches his way. Do stop him from creating an ecosystem of crumbs on his hair though. Brushing Vorago's hair while he eats and works will probably have the prince dozing off in a short period of time.

Berle is showering you in kisses. You're always too sweet to him! Prepare to probably get pelted by food bits because he cannot physically shut the fuck up while he eats those sandwiches. It's a good sign though. If you catch him dipping one in ice cream, don't take it too personally, he's just a freak of nature.

[zeke-in-devildom]

Dissonance - Chapter 25: The Fall in Time

There had been a drastic shift since the day E.J. Novak had been exposed. More and different than Zeke had expected. The uneasy feeling in his gut had never fully left him, and the once rare and fleeting visions of both past and future were growing more frequent and more intense. He didn’t mind the ones of the past so much, because they seemed to mostly consist of memories. Not his own memories, but Lilith’s - those could be annoying at times, but manageable. 

It was the visions of the future that rattled him. Well, they were possible futures. He knew they couldn’t all be solid, set-in-stone, futures. Zeke died in too many of them for them all to be true. Phantom pains from these possible deaths had started to plague him, which was beyond inconvenient. He knew he hid it well. The demons were overprotective and overbearing as it was, he couldn’t imagine how they might behave if they knew.

All of that was troubling enough, but what had really started to shake him was the change in Lucifer’s aura. The mighty firstborn, eldest and most powerful, prideful, unshakable Lucifer - was surrounded by an air of melancholy. Zeke wasn’t sure what exactly could make his prideful demon seem so very…defeated. Not that Lucifer’s outward behavior changed much. His brothers didn’t seem to notice the difference. They couldn’t see the mottled grays that tinged that once vibrant radiance, but Zeke could.

Mammon was also notably subdued. Zeke had felt bad for losing his temper at him, but every single time he thought about what the demon had done he felt his anger and irritation start to bubble up again. His entire life had to be altered for as long as he lived over this, why should he coddle the Avatar of Greed to make him feel better? Zeke certainly didn’t feel better. The others had even reassured him that Mammon’s behavior was not because he’d actually harmed him or gone too far. Although the idea of a demon being this mopey because Zeke was mad at him seemed somewhat ridiculous. Did being Mammon’s master truly have that big of an impact? Would any of the others be equally sad if they disappointed him?

Thinking about it was giving him a headache. Truthfully everything seemed to give him a headache since that day. If it wasn’t the visions, it was the lack of sleep. His head felt like an entire hive of angry hornets were buzzing away. Zeke thought it even felt like his teeth might be vibrating. Of course that could just be the obnoxiously loud club music currently playing at The Fall.

Midterms were finally over and everyone had managed to pass, although Mammon barely squeaked by. Asmo had enthusiastically insisted they celebrate by going out to The Fall together. The Avatar of Lust had been trying unsuccessfully to drag Zeke here since his arrival. Lucifer was adamantly against him being brought here for any reason, and Zeke was not the clubbing type anyway. Lord Diavolo had caught wind of Asmo’s idea to celebrate and had thought it was a great idea. The prince had rented out an entire VIP section just for all of them and the other exchange students. 

Lucifer could hardly say no when it was Lord Diavolo. Neither could the rest of them, for that matter. Asmo, Mammon, and Solomon had immediately dove into the throngs of club-going demons, obviously in their element. Zeke knew that they often came here together. Levi and Belphie on the other hand truly looked like they wished they could be anywhere else. The Avatar of Sloth had loudly complained about the music making it hard to sleep, although he had ended up napping in a booth inside their reserved section of the club regardless. It was no surprise to see Levi scrunched up in a corner playing a hand-held gaming console as he tried to ignore anyone and everyone. Beel didn’t seem to care much about the club, but Lord Diavolo had a huge spread of food laid out in their section to keep the Avatar of Gluttony preoccupied.

It wasn’t a surprise either that Lucifer seemed mostly preoccupied with speaking to Lord Diavolo off at their own table, with Barbatos attentively refilling their drinks. What was a surprise was that Satan had also gone to mingle. He had half expected the Avatar of Wrath to spend the entire evening with his nose firmly stuck in a book. Zeke would have preferred to do that, but the way his head pounded in time to the beat of the music would have made reading impossible.

Simeon and Luke had entrenched themselves at Zeke’s table, the three of them drinking mocktails instead of cocktails. Demonus didn’t have any effect on humans anyway, and even if it did, Zeke wasn’t much interested in alcohol or any mind-altering or impairing substances for that matter. As an added bonus, the fact that Zeke was drinking mocktails too had helped soothe Luke’s pouting over being treated like a child.

The angels seemed content to talk about the grueling tests they had just endured, or about baking, and didn’t press Zeke to fully engage in conversation. Luke did turn to him frequently, trying to include him, but the angel didn’t seem to notice his brief, strained answers. Simeon on the other hand seemed to sense the somber mood, always steering the little angel back into conversation with him while shooting Zeke a kind and sympathetic smile. Leave it to an angel to know when a soul is troubled and waning. He mouthed a small ‘thank you’ to Simeon once, when Luke had his attention elsewhere. That had earned him a radiant smile. The angel was still criminally pretty, especially when he smiled like that, but at least Zeke no longer dissolved into a flustered mess every time he looked at him.

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Did the Devildom nights always pass this slowly? Zeke had been over the entire experience ten minutes after arriving. It had been hours now, with that incessant pounding music tenderizing his brain matter. The angels had excused themselves after only an hour of the torment. Luke had an early bedtime, and the music had only gotten worse as soon as the angels left. Zeke realized that the club must have had specific instructions about what kind of music they could play while the angels were still in the building, because the music and dancing was much more sexually charged after they left. 

The dance floor was a mess of grinding bodies, and Zeke was sure he saw plenty of groping and making out, both on and off the dance floor. Nobody seemed the slightest bit fazed by this, but he supposed they were demons, after all, why would they be? He even saw Asmo and Solomon slipping away somewhere together, which honestly didn’t surprise him either. Those two obviously had something going on. Not a full-blown relationship, at least not an exclusive one, but something. 

Zeke wanted to go home. He hadn’t moved from his table the entire night. It wasn’t as if he could leave the VIP section anyway. As long as he was close to Lucifer and Lord Diavolo here, then he was safe, no demon would dare try anything. Speaking of those two, he noticed that both were noticeably drunk by this point. He hadn’t seen Mammon or Satan for a long time either.

“Are you feeling alright, Mr. Pendergast?” The voice speaking directly in his ear caused Zeke to jerk his head away as he turned to glare sharply at the demon. When had Barbatos moved?

“I’m fine.” He knew it was hardly convincing when he had to push the words through gritted teeth. 

“I see. Perhaps I was mistaken, then. You seemed to be holding your head a lot. I assumed you had a headache.” The butler had this knowing look about him, it annoyed Zeke to no end. He always seemed to know something nobody else did. Then again, that just meant they had something in common, didn’t it? He always knew more than anyone wanted him to know, simply by reading auras. Lucifer didn’t want his brothers to know how sad he was the past week or so, but the Avatar of Pride couldn’t hide his feelings from him so easily.

“It’s not a big deal.” Being here certainly wasn’t doing his head any favors, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d not felt pain throbbing behind his eyes. Having Barbatos so close to him was putting him more on edge than he’d already been. In all the different visions of death he’d glimpsed, the demon was always there, watching. It was unnerving.

The eldritch horror that was Barbatos hummed softly, looking at him with what he thought was a glimpse of amusement. There was a flicker of something else that flashed across his aura, but the butler’s aura was such a complexity of swirling colors that it was hard to truly decipher.

“Have you told Lucifer about your visions?” Zeke felt himself flinch at those words, eyes darting to the demon in question. He seemed very preoccupied with whatever Lord Diavolo was saying. Lucifer’s aura seemed even more depressed now that he was intoxicated.

“No.” He wasn’t surprised that Barbatos knew. It wasn’t as if he thought the demon was the cause of any of his foreseen deaths, but they had only begun after meeting him. The demon seemed far too aware in the visions to simply be a spectator.

“That is good. Lucifer’s mind has been troubled greatly and I think it best you not burden him further. In fact, I think it best you keep all of these visions to yourself. They could tarnish the program.” Was Barbatos trying to get a rise out of him? It was clearly a warning.

“I hadn’t planned on sharing.” That familiar fire was starting to burn in his chest. He knew the demon in front of him was dangerous, but he didn’t care much at this point.

“You’re awfully calm for a human that sees death at every turn. I was always under the impression that humans feared death more than almost anything.” The way the demon seemed both intrigued and perplexed annoyed him.

“Would worrying about it do me any good?” There was a noticeable bite to his tone, and he didn’t bother trying to hide it. Zeke couldn’t stop the visions and certainly couldn’t control what he saw. He doubted there was much he could do to stop the outcome either. 

“No. I suppose not.” There was that amusement again. How infuriating.

Just as he thought he might not be able to douse the inferno swelling in his chest, a very tipsy Asmo flounced into view, flopping into the booth next to him and draping his body over Zeke dramatically. Solomon all but collapsed onto the booth opposite them. Both seemed a bit out of breath, and the sorcerer had shiny smears around his mouth that looked suspiciously like the Avatar of Lust’s smudged lip gloss. Well at least they had been enjoying the night.

Barbatos simply smiled and bowed before slinking off back to his master’s side. Thankfully he rarely had cause to interact with the butler. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to see him much over the next six months. It was annoying to know that the demon saw everything, and did nothing at all. Not that Zeke expected the demon to help him, but knowing he was just watching was enough to piss him off.

“Darling~ Come dance with me.” Asmo practically whined, nuzzling at Zeke’s cheek while his hands roamed along his arms, back, and sides - something between petting and groping.

“Asmo, I really don’t know how to dance like,” he gestured towards the dance floor, unsure if the demons were actually dancing or engaging in intense foreplay, “that. Plus I don’t think it’s a good idea. Lucifer wouldn’t want me to leave the VIP section.”

“I’ll teach you! You’re supposed to be celebrating too. It can’t be fun sitting here all by yourself.” No, it wasn’t fun. Nothing about tonight had been fun. His head gave another intense throb as if to remind him of that. “Ooh~ Or maybe you’d be interested in a different kind of fun~”

“Not a chance.” Zeke snorted at the way Asmo batted his eyelashes at him. It was hardly the first time Asmo had made a playful pass at him, and probably wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t mind it, though. The demon had never been pushy about it, only tried to make sure he knew that he was interested and accepted each time Zeke expressed that he simply wasn’t interested in Asmo, not in that way.

“Boo~” The Avatar of Lust pouted, which caused Solomon to laugh. He’d almost forgotten the sorcerer was there.

“Give it up, Asmo. I’ve only seen him get all heart-eyed for two people, and neither is you.” The sorcerer gave Zeke a sly smile and he felt his face flush as he scowled and looked away. He knew his mentor had him absolutely figured out. He knew Asmo did too.

“No fair~ I’m prettier than Simeon, right hon?” Asmo grabbed at his sweater with a deeper pout.

“The prettiest, Asmo.” Zeke sighed affectionately. It was hard for him to stay in a bad mood with Asmo’s attention on him. He just wished someone else was paying attention to him. Where was Satan anyway? Was the Avatar of Wrath somewhere on the dance floor? Was he dancing like that with someone? Zeke felt a twist in his gut that felt an awful lot like jealousy.

“Well if not me, my brother isn’t a bad choice. Satan’s very handsome.” Asmo sighed wistfully, laying his head on Zeke’s shoulder.

“That one’s never going to happen either, Asmo.” It wasn’t like Zeke expected a powerful immortal demon to entertain his silly crush. He’d be gone in the blink of an eye for these demons. Forgotten and dust within a century regardless of what he did. It was better that it stayed this way.

“Oh, hon no.” Leave it to Asmo to try to make him feel better about it. “Satan adores you. We all do!”

“Asmo isn’t wrong. Even I’m charmed by you, my adorable apprentice.” Solomon agreed cheekily.

“Call me adorable again, I’ll hit you.” Zeke huffed, although there were no real teeth to the threat. He sighed and rubbed at his temples. The headache was starting to get worse again.

“My apprentice is so mean to me.” Solomon actually looked concerned as he peered more closely at Zeke’s strained expression. “Maybe you should call it a night. Let me go get one of the brothers to escort you.” 

The sorcerer didn’t wait for his approval of the idea, but Zeke wouldn’t have said no anyway. He definitely wanted to get out of here. That was all he had wanted to do all night. Surprisingly Solomon didn’t make a beeline for Beel, Belphie, or Levi. Actually, now that he looked closer he realized that none of the three were in the VIP section anymore. Those traitors! They’d left without him.

Zeke felt another spike of betrayal when Solomon returned with Satan on his heels. Of course the sorcerer had done that on purpose. He could tell by the smug smile on his stupid face. At the same time, the gentle concern on Satan’s face was enough to make his insides flutter in that annoying way. Hopeless, he was utterly hopeless.

“Are you alright? Solomon said you weren’t feeling well.” Satan had to nearly shout to be heard over the still blaring music.

“I just want to go home.” Zeke gently pried himself out of Asmo’s grasp and reached for Satan, who immediately wrapped an arm around his waist and started guiding him towards the exit. He turned just enough to subtly flip Solomon off before the sorcerer disappeared from his sight. Zeke couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard the shady bastard laughing as they left.

[blueeclipsepaperstudent]

Lost Souls - Chapter Two (Lust x reader)

Summary:

Prince of Lust is known for his cunningness, desirability, extravagancy and most of all – cruelty. He can give others the taste of pure joy and desire, but before his victims can grasp on those feelings, he takes it all. Together with any desire to live, what made a being a being, to feed his sin. Where once was utter joy, there was utter hell. But lust is never-ending and always left unsatisfied, just like gluttony – enough is never enough. And so, the prince keeps on taking and taking, yearning to fill that void inside his rotten and wicked soul, or what was left of it, and hiding this very truth from the world and himself behind his jovial and cunning persona.

Reader is a mere mortal, who is trying to make her world a better place by helping only pure souls that are left in the world and tries to improve their lives. At the age of 25 she graduated Veterinary University and became well-regarded by her colleagues. But no matter how hard she tried, sometimes her knowledge, skills and practice aren´t enough to saves lives that matter to her the most. That is sadly a part of her job, of medicine. She is average beautiful honest and perceptive young lady with big heart and sensitive soul, that was hurt and struggled to live many times in her life. And is struggling once again. What will happen when she somehow ends up in completely different world and timeline, far away from home?

What will happen when these two lost souls finally collide?  Will they find solace in each other, or will their difference only keep them forever apart?

Maybe their difference isn´t so big after all. 

Lust x our world!reader

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Warnings into the future: emotional struggle, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, small confidence, lust is a secret romantic, threesome, penis in vagina sex, oral sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, violence (more warnings will be add in the future),

there will be probably no plot – it will be a journey of two souls finding their way to each other (with eventual porn)

This is for everyone who can´t wait for another book starring Prince of Lust. Because the book isn´t released (and who knows when it will be released) we don´t know his inside character. So this won´t be totally accurate and this is purely my imagination (hell I didn´t even read The Throne of the Fallen or The Throne of the Secrets, because it isn´t still translated to my language) what his character actually looks like. So, this fic will be probably rewritten once his book will be released :P.

And sorry for any grammar mistakes. As you probably found out English isn´t my native language.

AO3 - Lost Souls

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(Y/N) = your name                     

(Everybody knows this shortcut (just how many dirty fictions you read, you freak), but I will still give here an explanation.)

(Y/Nn) = your nickname/short version of your name (given by your family)

(Y/C) = your favourite colour

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<<<< Chapter One

Chapter Two

I took off my face mask as the patient let out his last breath, no resuscitation helped him. I let out a weary sigh to the beeping of the monitor expressing my another failure.

“Time of death – 12:38,” I said, looking at my colleagues, who looked as tired and as grim as I did.

I left the operating room without a word, leaving the rest of the work to my colleagues. I took off my blood-soaked clothes and gloves and threw it into the thrash. I washed my hands and left the death behind me and started looking for a place to hide from everyone.

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I woke up to the alarm of my phone. Sign for me to get up. So I did. Ignoring the fact that it was getting harder with another day and another failure.

I did my morning routine, got dressed, took my keys and left my small, quiet cottage-like house to face another day at work.

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I was doing some paperwork in my office, which was attached to the clinic I had set up. After graduating the Veterinary university, I spent a year traveling across the world – Canada, Scotland, Ireland, Netherlands, Spain, Madagascar, Japan and many places in Africa and Asia - improving my skills and knowledge, gaining more practice and experience. When I returned home I set up a clinic, which helped the horses, farm animals, small animals, also wildly living animals that found themselves at the rescue stations. My clinic also cooperated with zoo. I wanted to help as many animals as I could. So, I hired the best of the best veterinarians, who shared my goal and passion, in my country and one from another country and soon our clinic became one of the best and acknowledged.

This clinic became my child and I was very proud of it. I loved my work and I still do. But recently my failures were getting the best of me. I wasn´t getting joy from any of my patients I could help and instead my mind was overwhelmed with patients I wasn´t able to help.

I took a sip of an energy drink I had poured myself. One could think I had taught myself to drink coffee, since I had attended a very difficult university. I despised bitter things and never got over it. But I really could use a dose of real caffeine right now. Good sleep was avoiding me for a long time and I needed to stay awake during the work.

I was lost in the words and letters on the blindingly white paper when the knock was heard.

“Come in,” I called out not lifting my head from the paperwork.

My colleague entered and sat down in front of my desk without saying a word. I couldn´t look at her. I still felt ashamed of yesterday´s exitus.

“How are you feeling?” my colleague said carefully. Like it was supposed to trigger some rampage.

“I feel fine” I lied with the most convincing smile I was capable of. I even looked from the papers and gave her my best smile to her. I wanted to convince her that she didn´ have to worry about me.  I didn´t want be a burden or let anyone down with my inner turmoil. But she always saw through my lies. It was a pathetic and naïve attempt. 

“Liar.”

Didn´t I say so?

I sighed and leaned against the back of the chair. I didn´t want to look at her. I knew that if I did, the dam of tears would finally break. And I didn´t want to look weak in front of her. I am her boss after all. I am supposed to be someone she could depend and rely on when everything fails and crumbles down.

“What do you want me to say?”

She remained silent for a few minutes studying my face. I tried to hold everything in, not to let anything of my true feelings to the surface. Then she said: “We´ve all noticed you´ve been out of your skin for a while now.”

I swallowed.

“There is no life in your eyes lately. You are not the same as you were the first day we started working together,” she continued with a hushed tone. Still no reply from me. “You can talk to us, you know. We are your family, you can tell us what is troubling you. You can rely on us.”

“I am the one you are supposed to rely on.”

“But you are human too. It is not a shame to feel lost and troubled. Especially with us. Boss or not. We are in this together,” she said with such a soft tone. Like I would break down if she raised her voice. Maybe I would.

Tears were prickling my eyes. I blinked many times to make them go away, but it wasn´t helping. I inhaled some air trying to say something, however I couldn´t bring myself to it.

My colleague rose from her seat and came to me, feeling and seeing my struggle. She kneeled before me and took my hands in hers.

And I broke down. The tears were flowing from my eyes endlessly. The more I tried to stop them the more were flowing. And my colleague held me in my arms, shushing me, comforting me. I grabbed her uniform in my fists and cried harder. She reassured me many times that it was okay. It was okay to cry. It was okay to let it all out. That I will feel lighter once I will get it all out.

But the truth was I didn´t lighter or better. Actually, I felt even worse.

“What is bothering you?” she asked me while I was calming down from what felt like hours long mental breakdown. But I think she already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear it from me.

“I am a failure,” I exhaled, my voice clouded in tears and full nose. She didn´t reply. She waited for me to explain.

“I failed one life yesterday. I failed 3 lives last week. And another ones last month. I couldn´t do anything to save them,” I cried out.

“But you have saved and helped so many lives in between. You are not a failure.” she paused and the continued.

“Death is a part of our job. No matter how far we have come with technology and knowledge, there are some things that cannot be cured, that cannot be treated. Sometimes we must give our patients procedures, but we don´t know for 100 % if the patient can endure the procedure or treatment, but we have to do this procedure, because we haven´t found a better way, yet. There's also the question of whether there is a better way.”

“I know that. But I cannot get rid of the feeling that I am not doing enough. That I can do more. That I should have tried more,” I whispered. I had never felt so small in my entire life like I felt at that moment. The anxiety making me smaller and smaller, making me a small, pressurised ball ready to finally explode. My chest was hurting, I couldn´t lift the weight of the guilt I felt.

My friend opened her mouth, tried to say something, but then someone burst into my office.

“It´s Freya!”

Both of us got up from the floor, entering the doctor mode, and rushed to the room, where we were looking out for our patients. Freya has been here practically since her birth diagnosed with muscular dystrophy. We were giving her strong inhibitors, so she could experience a normal life as much as possible, since the owner didn´t want put her down. However, she wasn´t responding much to the inhibitors. She already had a high dosage (as much as we could give her), everybody had expected some improvement would finally show up like it was in the case of other patients with the same disease.

The improvement had never showed up. The disease was progressing rather fast. Still she remained a happy and curious foal. She easily crawled into our hearts.

We arrived at her box. She laid there breathing heavily. Not moving.

We quickly got to work.

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After hours of work, trying to make her cling to life, Freya was gone.

Another lost life to my list.

For the rest of the day everyone worked as best as they could, trying not to let sadness get to them. I contacted the owner, telling her the bad news. She arrived in an hour, and we handed her the foal for cremacy or burying. She arrived and left without a world, but I saw the resentment and accusations in her face.

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I worked until evening, some of my colleagues already left in the afternoon, other colleagues arrived for the night shift.

I changed my work clothes to civil – black turtleneck and dark blue jeans -, put on my backpack and left the clinic. I didn´t have a car. I always used public transport. But I wanted to be alone right now, so I decided for a walk. It will be a long and tiring walk. Normally I was lazy to walk for so long (and didn´t have any stamina for it), but tonight I wanted to punish myself.

After an hour of walk I reached the bridge. Another half an hour was ahead of me until I reach my lonely home, where nobody was waiting for me. I gave myself a break and stopped, leaning on the railings. I looked at the depth beneath me. Dark and cold river flowing, not caring what else she took with it. Never stopping. A constant in this world. A complete mindless part of this world, but as much important. I wanted to be like the river. I wanted a clear mind. I didn´t want to care about the rest of the world.

I looked at the sky and wished I could live without guilt, without fears, without failures. I wanted to come home and have somebody there, who will hold me as I break down and then put my pieces together. I wanted to live happily like the foal until the very end. I wanted to enjoy my life as I have before.

I closed my eyes and made the wish.

Then I came to my senses and laughed at my nativity. Wishes were for the kids. Happiness was for the lucky ones, the chosen ones. I wasn´t one of them. And I will never be. I continued my walk ignoring the passing cars.

Suddenly, there was a loud and urgent car horn behind me. I turned around and was blinded by hitlights. The horn still sounding. I put my arms in front of me in pathetic attempt to protect myself. And then everything got dark.

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I didn´t know where I was, I couldn´t open my eyes no matter how much I tried. My body wanted to give up to the unconsciousness. I was cold.

I heard someone´s footsteps approaching me. Somebody touched my neck and then I heard someone talking, but I heard them like I was under water. I couldn´t make up the words. Somebody moved my body, but I lost the battle and fell to the arms of unconsciousness.

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Chapter 6 (SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count: 2,243 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

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You chuckled at the sparkles in Diavolo's eyes as he described the events of their outing yesterday. His vibrant and enchanting energy was quite contagious. However, what captivated you most was the prince's ability to act as an ordinary individual without carrying the weight of his royal duties. Even Asmo appeared to notice this as he giggled while relishing a piece of fruit from his breakfast bowl.

"Then, we witnessed children dressed in elf costumes, and they were creating, I believe Solomon referred to it as, a snowman. But then he stated we had much to see, so I was unable to witness the final form of the man of snow," the prince merrily spoke without taking a breath, "which upset me greatly. However, Solomon acquired an image from the web, but it could not match the splendor of witnessing one in actuality."

"Young master, do remember to breathe and finish your breakfast," Barbatos calmly said from the opposite side of the kitchen. His words drew laughter from you and Asmo, and while Diavolo finished the remainder of the food on his porcelain plate, the Avatar of Gluttony took the spotlight.

"There were so many ice sculptures shaped, and they look crunchy and delicious," Beel grinned, but his lips quickly tugged into a flat line. "But everyone stopped me from taking a bite. Solomon said the artists worked hard to make them."

"The ice sculptures were beautiful. If only they had one of me," Asmo giggled. "Diavolo, what if we had an ice sculpture festival in Devildom?"

"An excellent suggestion, Asmodeus. Having a winter wonderland of our own sounds delightful," the prince nodded. "Furthermore, I quite enjoyed witnessing Santa's workshop and would like to have one in Devildom. I could don Santa's attire while the rest of you could be my elves."

At his words, you glanced at the butler, who was occupied with chopping ingredients for dinner. Your vivid imagination conjured the image of Barbatos with elf-like pointed ears, adorned in a vibrant green attire and carrying a satchel filled to the brim with treats. The thought of a dignified demon in an adorable, flamboyant outfit made you giggle. As if sensing your gaze, he briefly glanced at you with an eyebrow raised, but you quickly looked away.

"We could also install an ice skating ring. Due to our time constraint, my wish to ice skate remains unfulfilled," Diavolo sighed, but Barbatos seemed a bit alerted by the grand schemes the prince suggested.

"My lord, I apologize for dampening the mood, but I fear the council will not sanction your suggestions. They will likely view them as superfluous expenditures and may cause trouble for you," the butler said in an effort to dissuade the prince from traversing down that path.

Hearing his words disheartened Diavolo, yet he was aware the Barbatos's concerns held merit. The council already voiced their distrust in the prince and expressed their desire for the king to rise from his deep slumber on multiple occasions. He appreciated the butler's concern and wisdom but was still upset at the possibility that his ideas might not come to fruition.

"Aw, don't be upset, Diavolo," Asmo said with a small smile and gently patted the prince's arm. "Those ancient grouches don't know the definition of fun."

You sympathized with Diavolo but didn't know how to comfort him. How could the Crown Prince of the Devildom have less decisional authority than the council members? He was a kind and benevolent prince who always thought of the well-being of the residents in Devildom, yet the council refused to acknowledge his endeavors. Moreover, it felt as though they were waiting for him to take one misstep so they could question his leadership abilities. 'Talk about evil.'

"Oh, (y/n), I forgot to tell you about our fans," Asmo chimed in an attempt to lighten the thick atmosphere. "We had a crowd gathered around us! They were complimenting and taking photos of us. Some even asked for our numbers, but the situation got so bad that the security guards had to intervene."

Beel laughed and nodded, "They offered to take me out to eat."

Once again, your imagination ran wild. The thought of Beelzebub's voracious appetite taking control of him as he devoured the entirety of the restaurant made you shudder. But imagining the expressions of the onlookers made you quietly chuckle. 'That would be one expensive date.'

"(Y/n)," the sixth brother softly said, bringing you back to reality, "you and Belphie did a great job decorating the tree."

"Thank you, but Belphie did most of the work," you chuckled.

"Don't be so modest, sweetie!" Asmo sweetly said as he handed you a small, festive gift bag with a scarf. "As a thank you for your hard work, we have a little something for you."

The silky softness of the cashmere scarf patterned with wintery and festive motifs drew a smile to your face. "Thank you, Asmo. It's perfect for the season! By the way, have any of you seen Mammon?"

"Come back! I ain't goin' to hurt ya."

You heard Mammon's voice in the distance and quietly headed in his direction, but upon arriving, you tilted your head and blinked rapidly. The Avatar of Greed cautiously approached a reindeer with a red spherical object in his hand, his expression hopeful despite the creature's skepticism. For a few moments, you watched them, baffled yet fascinated until Mammon leaped forward and tried to press the sphere on the reindeer's nose. The deer immediately bolted in the opposite direction, kicking up a plume of fresh snow as it fled, and left a disappointed Mammon lying on the ground, face flat in the snow.

"Mammon, what are you doing?" You inquired, trying to hold back your laughter. Rolling over on his back, the second brother sighed exasperatedly in defeat.

"Satan was talkin' 'bout Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, sayin' all human like him. And I wanted to see ya smile, so I tried to put this red nose on that reindeer," he sighed loudly. "But the deer ain't havin' it."

His reasoning surprised you, but a sensation of warmth spread throughout your entire body. However, you wondered why Mammon thought you needed to be cheered up. With a quiet giggle, you spoke your mind, "But I am not sad, Mammon."

"Look, I ain't the smartest demon, but even I can tell somethin' is goin' on with you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo," he declared as he stood up and dusted the snow off his clothes. First, Lucifer, then Solomon, and now, Mammon? Had everyone figured out something was going on behind the scenes? Noticing your discomfort, he continued, "Hey, I ain't goin' to ask ya to tell me if you don't wanna. But I am here for ya, y'know. If you wanna talk or somethin'."

"Mammon, I wish I could say 'you are a true angel.' But thanks. I will keep that in mind," you tenderly smiled but quickly changed the topic. "Speaking of angels. Want me to teach you how to make a snow angel?"

"A snow...angel?" Mammon repeated with a hint of confusion. "What's that?"

In a wordless display of your actions, you lay down on the ground and fully stretched your limbs as the Avatar of Greed curiously observed your moves. As you began to sweep your arms and legs through the powdery snow, a shape emerged, catching Mammon by surprise. You cautiously rose from the ground and created a slightly uneven halo atop its head. "Voila. A snow angel! Your turn."

Mammon didn't respond but studied the imprint he had left in the snow after attempting to attach the red nose to the reindeer. In a moment of playful creativity, he crouched down with a mischievous smile and dipped his index finger into the snow. With a few strokes, he added horns and a tail to the impression. "Voila. A snow devil. Take that snow angel!"

Your laughter echoed through the opening in the center of the forest, "Speaking of the devil. What were you hiding behind your back a few days ago? You know, the small blue and black packets."

"Huh? I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout," Mammon mumbled and averted his gaze momentarily.

"Suuuure, you don't, Mammon," you chuckled. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be decorating the exterior of the cabin?"

"Yeah, and Solomon's supposed to be helpin', but he ran off. I ain't doin' everythin' by myself," he slightly frowned and threw his hands up in the air.

You hopped off the step-up and took a moment to admire your handiwork. A faux pine wreath adorned with a crimson ribbon hung outside the main door, its vibrant color standing out against the albescent backdrop. The tails of the ribbon occasionally fluttered in the light, chilly breeze. Nestled in the door frame was a pine garland with soft white LED lights gently illuminating the pine needles. Pine cones and berries served as a festive accent amongst the branches.

A sudden, ear-piercing thud resounded across the winter landscape, quickly followed by a grunt. Your head quickly pivoted in the direction of the noise, and you laid your eyes upon something quite unexpected: the legs of the Avatar of Greed poking out of a mound of fluffy snow. As you hurried over to investigate, Mammon's voice emanated from beneath the powder-laden mass, "Why do I gotta do all the hard stuff?"

You let out a light, giggling laugh as you took in the amusing sight of Mammon stuck in the snowy pile with festive string lights on top of him. Hearing you laugh, he huffed and averted his gaze in protest, "That ain't funny. I could've been seriously hurt fallin' from the roof like that, y'know."

"Sorry. Sorry," you giggled. "Let me help you out of there."

You quickly helped the Avatar of Greed extricate himself from the icy clutches of the snowy abyss, but to no avail did he appear to appreciate your efforts. Once he returned to his feet, he loudly dusted the snow off his clothes with a frown on his slightly dry lips. To brighten his mood, you carefully formed a snowball and lightly delivered it to his shoulder, its powdery substance flying through the air and landing with a small poof on his body.

Mammon's somber expression softened momentarily as he glanced at the place where you threw the snowball. Seizing the opportunity, you engaged him further and tossed another snowball in hopes of seeing the Avatar of Greed smile or at least have a reaction. But to your dismay, he refused to acknowledge your actions, his body language portraying a sullen, unamused air about him.

Exasperated with your futile attempts to cheer Mammon up, you sighed and turned away, but as soon as your back faced him, you heard a soft whoosh, followed by a poof on your shoulder. In a few minutes, laughter permeated the air as the two of you tossed countless snowballs at each other. The snowball fight soon turned into a chase through the woods.

Your playful antics led you and Mammon atop a hidden corner in the forest as curtains of snow began to cascade from the heavens. The chase came to a halt when you noticed a quaint cave nestled in a stone wall. The two of you glanced at one another, contemplating whether you should explore the unknown lair.

"What if the cave has a bear or something dangerous?" You nervously asked, stepping closer to him.

"Never fear 'cause Mammon the Great is here," he responded in a slightly deeper voice but quickly added in a softer tone, "What are ya worried about? I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya."

Placing your trust in him, the two of you ventured into the darkened cavernous depth, your curious gazes set on discovering its mysteries and treasures. Halfway through, your wandering gazes halted as you stumbled upon an otherworldly sight. One wall of the dreary cave housed a plethora of glowworms; each radiated a distinct blue light, and together, they created an iridescent symphony resembling the starry night sky. Before the wall lay a pitch-black pool that mirrored the bioluminescence, further adding to the enchantment.

As the two of you observed the artful display of nature, a moment of silence ensued. Eventually, Mammon tore his eyes from the scene and directed his gaze at you. The azure glow softly highlighted your features and added a touch of vibrancy to your eyes, blessing you with a heavenly appearance. The demon's heart fluttered as his breath slowly escaped him.

Platonic:

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered under his breath, his cheeks reddening.

"Why are you always so sweet to me, Mammon? Not that I am complaining," you giggled and met his gaze. "What do say we stay here for a while?"

Mammon couldn't have been happier at that moment. Not only did he get to spend time with you in a beautiful, secretive place, but he also got to escape decorating the rest of the cabin's exterior.

Romantic:

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered as heat spread across his cheeks. In the soothing glow, your eyes stared at each other longingly, secretly conveying the feelings buried in your hearts.

With a spark of heat and longing, your faces inched closer and closer until they met in a sweet kiss. The soft embrace of your lips sent your thoughts and emotions into overdrive, stirring your boundless desires for each other.

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