#she could also just have sharp fangs cause that’s fun too

[usikunox]

Happy Halloween! I drew vampire Laudna as a treat 😌

[pynkgothicka]

Ｂｅａｓｔ Ｍｉｇｕｅｌ ｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

[iliketangerines]

I know you do like hybrid reader but do you do hybrid animal mk men? If so- electric eel Raiden has been living rent free in my head- or like wolf Reiko- but more electric eel Raiden. How he’d accident shock reader or being her food whenever she’s by the river 🥰 how he’d see her play with the village children in the river from a far and wish that reader would carry his clutch of eggs and mother them.

good pup

a/n: hmmm...might make a part two because i really want to wite nasty a/b/o smut for fun. also, i do have an electric eel raiden fic up here. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: wolf!reiko x gn!reader

warnings: noncon (kind of?), nothing explicit

you enter the court, clenching your hands nervously as you look at the bystanders towering over you and the other Earthrealm defenders

looking back to Sindel, perched on her throne and tail swishing behind her elegantly, she resembles a lion to you, ears flicking as she addresses you and Lord Liu Kang

the princesses with their own tails and ears take place on their thrones, watching with keen eyes at how the five of you will adapt to Outworld

you can see General Shao, his horns curving up to the ceilings and heavy dragon tail curled up next to his feet as he glowers at the five of you

he introduces his finest soldier Reiko and gestures to a tall man walking in, wearing black face paint and his ears twitching as he walks in

his tail swishes behind him, and he looks much like a wolf, a predator ready to strike and kill with bared fangs

Raiden tenses in front of you, and you let out a small mumble under your breath, trying to give him silent encouragement and perhaps yourself too

Reiko bares his teeth, sharp fangs on display as his ears pin flat to his head, and he towers easily over Raiden and everyone else alike

suddenly, the warrior’s eyes snap to you, and you jolt as his gaze seems to stab through you, tearing out every secret and thought that you’ve ever had

you break eye contact immediately, looking down to the ground and stepping back a bit to hide behind Kung Lao and Kenshi

the fight begins soon afterwards, and you watch as Raiden effortlessly uses his amulet to fight and win against Reiko

the wolf growls at the champion, and quickly gets up, ears pinned back tightly as General Shao then comes to take his soldier’s place and fight against Raiden

as you watch the ensuing fight, a shiver runs down your back, and you find Reiko still staring at you, nose twitching as he continues to just stare

it unnerves you, and you try to turn your attention back and try to take your mind off of how he can’t stop looking at you

Raiden wins once more, and General Shao stalks off angrily, tail whipping behind in frustration and feet causing the ground to slightly shake underneath you

Reiko follows behind his general but not before licking his lips and finally tearing his gaze away from you, trotting away with his master

you shake off the interaction and congratulate Raiden for his win, patting him on the back as you all head back to your rooms for a personal celebration and wind down until the banquet

time passes faster than any of you can blink and soon enough the five of you sit in the banquet, and you sit by Kenshi as you feel the texture of the cloth covering the table

it was softer and nicer than anything you could and would ever own, and you wonder how long someone had spent making the cloth only for it to be used as a dining table cover

you’re shaken out of your thoughts as Reiko and General Shao walk over and sit right next to you, the wolf taking a seat right next to you, not even trying to hide how he stares at you

it makes you wriggle in your seat, and you notice how his nails resemble claws and try to suppress a shiver as he sniffs the air again

thankfully, the servers start to bring out food, and you distract yourself with listening to the conversations around you and eating every bit of the food

you listen to Kenshi judge Kung Lao for eating so much, you listen to Johnny flirting hopelessly with Kitana, and you listen to the singers in the background

paying attention to everything except the wolf staring you down and making your insides turn with nervousness

did you smell or stink or something? why else would he be so intent on sniffing the air every minute?

Kenshi seems to notice your discomfort and throws an arm around your shoulder to drag you in closer to his and Kung Lao’s conversation, but the both of you hear Reiko’s loud growl

the wolf stands up, chair falling over and slamming down onto the ground, and it makes both you and Kenshi jump at the rudeness of it all

Reiko huffs for a moment, looking seconds away from ripping Kenshi into shreds, and General Shao tells the soldier to stand down

for a moment, it looks like Reiko will disobey, eyes firmly planted on the hand on your shoulder, but slowly he picks his chair up and sits down, still growling quietly

Kenshi and Kung Lao send you a glance, and you shrug your shoulders, unknowing of why the wolf seemed so angered by a simple gesture

you try to ignore him for the rest of the night, but it becomes increasingly hard as Reiko stares you down, forgoing even eating the food on his plate

the conversation is stilted and stiff as you try to play it off, but somehow you make it through, clenching onto the expensive dining table cover and picking at the threads

finally, General Shao has an outburst and marks the end of the dinner, and you hurriedly stand up to get away from the presence next to you

and then, you feel his clawed hands grip onto yours and drag you into his arms, and his nose buries itself into your neck, breathing in your scent heavily

you freeze, unsure of what to even do, shocked by his boldness and the forwardness

only when you feel sharp teeth sinking into your neck and a sharp burning pain spark through your body, does your body snap into action, slamming the warrior into the ground and releasing yourself from his grip

there’s yelling and angry shouting from around you, but Reiko just laughs, your blood dripping from his teeth and your neck still burning much more than what a bite should be

he smiles up at you, ears perked up as he says that you’re his, his pretty little mate, and you bare your own canines and growl, asking what the hell did he mean by that

you knew exactly what he meant, biology had never left your mind, but you couldn’t believe him, refused to believe this wolf

wolves mated for life, you knew that, and you also knew your lifespan would be a blink in comparison to his lifespan

and yet, the pain in your neck burned and spread like molten lava running down your body and filling your body with a angry pain

you let go of him, scratching at your body, trying to get rid of the feeling and gasping for air, and you close your eyes to try and ease the pain rushing through you

whimpers and screams of pain rip out of your throat, and you can hear the muffled sound of fighting in the background

it all seems irrelevant to the way you can feel your body giving up, black dots dancing behind your eyelids, and you gasp for one more breath of air as you pass out

you’re not sure when you wake up or when the pain had subsided, but you wake up in the medical wing, staring at high ceilings and sunlight trickling through the curtains surrounding your bed

turning your head to the side you find Liu Kang, lips pursed and hands clasped together, and a feeling of dread curls in your stomach at his concerned expression

he starts slowly, explaining what has happened since you’ve passed out, that Kung Lao, Kenshi, and Johnny have been sent on a mission to find someone

that when you passed out Reiko had gone to you and Kenshi had thrown a punch at the warrior and started a fight

and that you were now of Outworld

you blink at the last sentence and let out a small what, sitting up in your cot and staring at the remorseful looking god, and you ask him to explain

he lets out a small breath and explains slowly, that when Reiko had bitten you, it had caused an irreversible bond between the two of you and had quite literally shifted all of your DNA to be of Outworld origin

you no longer belonged to Earthrealm, and due to Outworld customs and to hold the fragile peace between Earthrealm and Outworld, you would become Reiko’s and Liu Kang could do nothing about it

you start to laugh, it all sounded so insane, your entire body quite literally rearranging on a genetic level to match Outworld’s and that you now belonged to a man you had never met

tears start to fall down your face as you realize exactly the type of position that you’re in, and Liu Kang lets you sob into your hands as he waits for you calm down

the curtain rips open, and Liu Kang snaps at Reiko to leave

you look up and find the warrior looking at you, tail wagging and fangs bared in a smile, and you want to kill him, tackle him and pin him down and beat the shit out of him

but you can’t find it in your body to try and attack him, but at least your tears have dried up out of sheer anger towards the warrior

he coos at you, walking over to you and crawling into the bed and burying his nose into your neck and licking at the wound

you try to move, to do something, to push him off of you, but your body disagrees, trembling and going limp in his hold instead, head tilting back to let him have better access

looking to Liu Kang, he can only ask Reiko to get off of you once more, and the wolf growls at him, grip on you becoming tighter

you can smell something, you can smell Reiko, something wafting from him, strong and like ash, and you can feel your body relaxing against your will, eyelids drooping down as you hear Reiko whisper that you’re all his, only his, and no one else’s

you’re stuck with Reiko whether you liked it or not

[zalrb]

idk if this is an umcomfortable ask, i'm sorry if is but with steferine coming up a bit recently i was wondering which are some of the steferine sex scenes your most proud of from your stelena+steferine fic? cause i know you said writing sex scenes is super tricky with finding natural dialogue that doesn't just seem corny and unnatural. (i think you nailed it by the way! it all seemed very sincere and in character for the story. just like what they would say and do in those scenarios.)

Oh, with the amount of things we've talked about on this blog, trust me, this is not an uncomfortable ask so dw 😉

Steferine sex scenes, hmm ... I will choose three.

Their scene in "Kill" because I'd already written them doing quite a bit in the previous parts and so I was like, how am I going to keep this fresh and dark but still in character for Stefan specifically with it continuing a cycle without it being too repetitive of what's been done/said in the parts before and also for Katherine figuring out a way to, in her mind, beat Elena and beat Rebekah, which is through the intensity of their dysfunction and the intensity with which Stefan fights the urge to take things too far because with Elena he'd never do that and with Rebekah (specifically in the 20s) he was already off the deep end so it's that struggle between both that Katherine's like, oh yeah, this is mine, and I think I found a really fun way to do it that also didn't undercut Stelena:

“Fine,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him. “So then fight for me. Keep me from walking out that door. Make me stay here.” 

            Katherine’s eyes glinted with a primal kind of malice.

[...]

She walked out of his room but then found herself backing into it again. Stefan had intercepted her in the hallway, blocking her path, and started walking, guiding her back to where they were a moment ago. His expression was dangerous. Katherine’s skin tingled. He was doing what she told him to. Keeping her from leaving. But she needed the words. She needed his surrender. 

“You want me to stay here,” she said. “Say it.” 

He took a hold of her, his grasp tight enough to break the bones of a human, and kissed her violently, bruising her lips, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, making her knees buckle and head swim.

There was no affection, just an angry passion. She pulled her mouth away and slapped him hard across the face, splitting his lip, her fingernails clawing his skin with one sharp rake that left scratches on his cheek. His eyes reddened and veins darkened his face, his upper lip curled as fangs descended. Katherine grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to her, kissing him again, pushing him to a wall. She bit his tongue, making him wrench away. Reacting instinctively, he grasped her throat and lowered her to her knees. She looked up at him with excitement, her eyes daring him.  

He blinked rapidly and his irises were back to their normal green, the veins disappeared from his face, his fangs were gone. Now that his senses had returned, he let go of Katherine but his hand, trembling, still hovered around her neck, as if itching to continue. This, Katherine thought triumphantly, he’d never do, never have to do, never feel with his precious Elena. Or that wench Rebekah. This battle within himself, that belonged to her.

2. One of their first scenes in "Toxic" when they're starting to get into their rhythm and Stefan threatens to break the door if she doesn't let him in, just because I think it's a hot scenario, lmao, and I could absolutely see Stefan just being very matter-of-fact about it, like it's happening

Stefan immediately went to open the door but it was locked. He waited for her to open it but she stayed where she was, her body bowing off the bed, delighted at seeing his taut expression, his stillness. She knew that his quietness, his lack of reaction only proved how aroused he really was. She started to pant and then –

“Let me in.” 

Katherine grinned and continued, turning her head even further to the side so he could see the agonized pleasure contorting her face. He flexed his jaw and looked her in the eye.

“Katherine, I will break this door.” 

That elicited an urgent noise from her, which only inflamed Stefan further. He exhaled, frustrated. She smirked and when Stefan saw her eyes cloud as she edged closer, he broke off the door handle, banging the door open with a force that made the glass shatter.

3. Their scene in "Blood" because I didn't expect the reaction it got from readers of the series, I didn't realize they'd find it to be so hot and so heartbreaking for Elena lmao

Could he do it? And then, like the week before, the belt was around her neck and he held onto it like a leash. She waited, still looking up at him, and he tugged her forward, into him, and then she surprised him as she sank her teeth into his inner thigh, making him curse. She moaned as she drank and he panted, smashing his fist against the brick, making a hole in the wall, instinctively pulling on the belt, tightening it around her, making her groan and feed, making him dizzy with the carnality of it all.

Did this make Katherine his or did it make him hers? She’d had him in 1864, she’d had him drunk on her, blinded to her, infatuated with her, yearning for her, and then she’d killed him. Condemned him. How to make up for that? How to get her back. For that. The confusion made him want to conquer her, possess her, for good. No blurred lines.

Somewhere, he knew he should resist. Stop this game. Stopping would be what proved something. But it was a distant caution in comparison to the immediate, overwhelming pleasure radiating throughout him from the source of her bite. She started massaging him as she fed and his free hand was twisted in her hair and he licked his lips, tasting her blood, as she drank his, pulling on the belt, and he hated himself as much as he relished the pleasure and he wanted to leave and he wanted to stay and —

“Oh my God, Stefan!”

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 16 | Jerk

Dimitri meets the Conjurer who will be doing his woodsin cleansing, only to find out she may actually be a Shroud Witch.

“Watch Out!” A voice called from the path that led up to the Cottage, and it certainly wasn’t a familiar one, Dimitri realized as he jerked his neck and torso quickly away from where they originally were only to feel a sharp pain ignite in his neck and shoulder, moments before a branch fell from the largest tree in the yard and fell where he had been standing only moments earlier. Which caused him to flail and fall over himself.

“How did you..” Off his voice traveled as a small Miqo’te woman approached him, she had black hair with graying temples and glasses so large they took up most of her face; the basket hanging over her arm was stuffed to the brim and covered with a checkered cloth to keep everything including his eyes out. “Who are you?” he finally asked curiously, watching the woman as she came closer.

“Gotta watch out for those things, especially when you got the woodsin around you.” Her nose wiggled as she sniffed at him and she sneezed from what she caught there, her head shaking. “Have to be careful until we get you through that ritual. Names Xixa Loonsi, a friend of your Aunt Doshaine when she was alive. I am the one Viviane has sent to do your cleansing. Do you need my credentials too, Sonny? Or can we not worry about that? The Shroud is trying to kill you so the sooner we get that woodsin off of you, the less chance you have of ending up in a grave. Let’s go inside, I have some salve I can put on your neck so that muscle doesn’t seize up.” and off she padded towards the door without even offering him a hand up.

“Twelve of the women in my family have interesting friends.” He muttered to himself, finally getting up off the ground and following the Miqo’te up the stairs to the door. The interesting thing was the door just opened for her. There was no standing there all day, no slamming a fist into the wood repeatedly. There was just the door opening and her going inside, only for the damn thing to close right behind her before Dimitri could get in the door leaving him to stand out there yet again, begging the magic that secured the wards to let him in, and like usual they did not listen.

“Oi, you are a mess, Sonny,” Xixa called from the window, where she now leaned, eating an apple while watching him struggle with the door. “She warned me that you aren’t much of a believer just yet, but we’ll make one out of you. Now the first lesson I will give you, if it is made out of something born in the shroud it is filled with some form of Elemental Magic. Now keep in mind everything was exposed to the Calamity when it tore through here. The Elements are technically sleeping, well at least the big ones are. There are sprites everywhere and anywhere however that will make your life a living corner of one of the seven hells if you let them. Now with that out of the way. What Aethers are you skilled at?”

“Earth” Dimitri lied straight-faced, staring at the woman, who he now realized what the Shroud Witch Vi promised to send him. This caused him to grasp the handle on the door, and try to jerk it open, only to be met with a burst of aether that practically sat him on his rear on the front porch.

“I could have told you not to do that. I could also tell you not to spin your fibs with me either. I can see when a man lies, their tongue turns bright green and glows even in the darkest night!” A wide smile appeared on her face, showing off the cat-like fangs that occupied her mouth. What was even odder was that she just kept on staring at Dimitri as if she was waiting for something to happen.

Without thinking the Sharlayan stuck out his tongue, lifting his glasses to try and look down on it, practically admitting he had not only lied but was incredibly gullible at the same time. “Oh you are going to be a fun one, Sonny.” The Miqo’te cackled loudly. “You just gave yourself away. Now let’s try it again luv, what Aethers are you aligned to.”

Back into his mouth, his tongue went and he sighed dramatically. Nophica’s tits this was going to be a day, he could feel it already. “Earth is my preferred” he started again pushing himself to carry on “But I possess talents that come from the internal Chakras like a Monk and are largely unaspected aether that I infuse with an aether of my choice. The only known Aether I have no success with at all is the one termed Darkness. I have worked in every other one at various skills and levels since I was a child.” As soon as he got it all laid out, he heard the door handle click, and then the door opened on its own to welcome him in.

“I’ve got the mask! My boyfr.. My partner! Made it for me.” He said with a happy note in his voice. Just thinking of Laurent made him feel better, even when the rest of the world made him feel lost.”

“Today’s third lesson is the Elements can hear you, you just can’t hear them unless you are like me and a handful of others in the guild. Not every Conjurer is a Hearer and not every normal person isn’t. You don’t have to be in the Guild to hear them speak, but you likely don’t know what to do with the talent if you have it. That is lesson fifty or so we will worry about it then. Come in, let’s have tea” Disappearing from the window, the sound of the fire starting under a kettle of water could be heard echoing throughout the small main room before Dimitri even got inside.

“Try that again and with the truth,” Xaia said in a less than amused tone, looking suspiciously around the cottage as if she were waiting for something to try and fall on him again.

“My boyfriend! We don’t use titles.” Dimitri protested.

“Your mouth might not but your mind does. Have you asked him what he wants to be called?” She was beginning to sound like the cross of a Mother and a Teacher to him. Both of which were going to wear on his nerves before long, part of the process, but still uncomfortable as a grown Elezen.

“It is complicated. We’ve both been hurt. Things take time, you know.”

“Mmhmm.” Xaia agreed, “Ask him again.” and off she went to stand by the teapot leaving Dimitri to lower himself into the couch and look after her thoughtfully.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@badheart​ said: "Well, clearly the zipper was too soon for you,"  Fang huffed, who could not tell at all anymore in what kind of pace, he preferred it. Since he went this far with her, she still dared to assume, that he wanted to get closer to her, or why all the hassle. To prove some kinda point, why would he bother? 

"Why don't you find out?"  Fang replied and smirked at him, before he had to come with more stupid questions. "If you are the bad guy, you sure suck at it...,"  she pointed out, considering nothing bad had happened yet, which she would expect from some real psycho. Also, he had seriously dared to get involved with Futaba, a police woman, so he must be clean, right? "Honestly, why do you even care and don't just have some fun with me?" That was the most irritating part, and she looked once again down at herself. Was she not the usual type of woman, that wanted to fuck a guy like him? At this point, he was honestly too nice, or kind of lame. "Ah, ... do you hate to be seen just as a piece of flesh? Do you desire to be more than just that host club owner?" Fang had to grin a little.  "Is homeboy seeking some romance?"

     it wasn’t so much a matter of whether it was too soon or not, but the intention behind it. this chick had been pestering him about the owner of the phone that he had taken from her, only to now completely forget about it & use him as a replacement. there was something that didn’t sit well with him. her nonchalant attitude could only amuse him for so long until he began to wonder whether she was simply oblivious or uncaring of what could possibly happen to her. she was poking the beast—looking for ways to provoke him. his eyes would narrow in her direction while he remained perfectly still as he let her speak.

      his stare was sharp, taking in her grin along with those words that were meant to provoke him—to find a certain weakness & take advantage of it. she was becoming all too predictable ; snorting over her wording at last. if this was the way that she expected to conquer him, he’d show her just how she was. his movements were quick—reaching forward & grabbing a hold of her hair to tug her head back. his hold on it was tight, causing tension on her scalp. although, there was a smile on his lips, there was also something sinister in them. a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before. his patience was running low.

      “what makes you think you’d get for free what i don’t give for money anymore?” his voice held a sharpness to it, showing some contentment. “you have no manners. does this kind of act works for you with others?”

[dreamkidddream]

I’m the Doll!MC Anon and I just wanna say I’m so glad that you enjoy a soft/delicate!MC and I really didn’t expect it to get so much love!

Since I kinda want to be evil and see the boys be overprotective, can I request hc’s of them seeing Doll!MC getting hurt by some lesser demon that bumps her into the ground and she gets a bruise? 🌚

Omg Doll Anon I wasn’t expecting it to get so much love either (here’s the original Doll!MC HCs if anyone wants to read)!! So I actually had your request saved for when I was done with the prompt special bc it’s so good, so I decided to combine them and I have definitely been waiting to write this 😈😈 Reader is gender neutral!

CW: mention of blood (nothing graphic) and spoilers for Lesson 16 (Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, and Belphie’s part)

The Brothers and Diavolo with Doll!MC who Gets Hurt

Lucifer

Okay whoever is dumb enough to hurt you in front of him deserves this 100%

The air around this man is already more than intimidating, so whoever tries this is a poor, stupid soul

When he saw you fall down the stairs, he felt his stomach turn. He already caught you before you could injure yourself further, but after seeing the blood coming down your face, the damage was already done

Now, Lucifer is the brother who always has control over himself and what he does. But, we also know that how his temper can get, especially when it comes to his family

This demon is dumb enough to push you but not dumb enough to crack a smile in front of him, especially with how tense Lucifer is getting right now

He sat you up and tried to remember some first aid techniques to stop the bleeding. You’re on the verge of losing consciousness, but you’re okay right now. He’ll take you home, but first-

His glare is making the demon freeze in place right now, and the anger radiating off of him is petrifying

How dare- how dare this fool harm you, in front of him no less?! Did they think that he wouldn’t do anything? That Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the strongest demons to ever grace the Devildom, would just idly stand by and let this happen?

He’s stalking towards them, and he can feel his fangs showing and his diamond appearing on his forehead, growling out how they will pay for this-

But he’s stopped by Lord Diavolo, who was shocked by the scene. You’re unconscious, and Lucifer has this poor student hanging in the air by their uniform, claws ready to slice through them. Needless to say, he understands why his close friend is upset, but for everyone’s safety he should just take you home like planned

You thought Lucifer was a helicopter parent before? You haven’t seen NOTHING yet

He would start inviting you more to his room to sleep in his bed while he works away, and it started happening so much that he didn’t even ask anymore and started expecting you to always be in there

So instead of him being glued by your side, you’re glued to his. It’s obvious that he can’t let you out of his sight without something happening (again), so hope you’re ready to see experience Lucifer’s daily routine from sunrise to sunset and a whole new set of rules. Basically playing follow the leader, but with a lot more handholding and kisses

You had to practically beg to be back into the kitchen, and he only relented when he could be the one to supervise you, and even then he still didn’t want to hold anything sharp or be near anything that could injure you (which is pretty much everything)

The main one to put a stop to his brothers’ schemes, handing out harsher punishments than before each time they try to involve you. This man is not playing any games with anyone

You know he means well, he was already overprotective from the start, and this is just his way of showing that he cares about you. You can tell every time he gives you that soft look in his eyes, and the regret that he shows every time he catches sight of your bruise. He may not like to be vulnerable, but he couldn’t hide his emotions from you too long. You’re like a weakness to him, one that he isn’t against indulging in

And he hasn’t forgotten about that student, oh no. He made sure to have a nice lengthy chat with them when you both returned to RAD. You didn’t question it when he informed you that the student had been rightfully punished and no longer an issue, and you tried to ignore the red dots splattered on his shoes, or that sadistic gleam in his eyes...

Mammon

This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening-

The blood is pouring from your head, and your eyes are closing too fast for him, and his heart stops

You look lifeless, like when Belphie killed you, when he was too late to save you-

He’ll never forget that image, it’s drilled deep into his mind, forever a reminder of his failure to protect you. And now he failed again-

This demon is gloating about this, and that’s when he snaps

He was already in his demon form and beating the life out of them when he was restrained. Many people were shocked that he was capable of this, that Mammon the scumbag, Mammon the dummy, Mammon the punching bag was capable enough to be this dangerous, this deadly. He’s the second born after all, and he’s the strongest right under Lucifer himself, and he holds a lot in

He could- he would do a lot more because they deserve it, but just seeing you so still, it snaps him out of it. You’re more important to him than getting his anger out, and you’re the one he needs to be focusing on right now. But rest asssured, this isn’t over

You thought he was attached to you before? He is glued to your side 24/7 and will not be leaving anytime soon. Ever since you woke up he never let go of you, calling you “his human” and just hugging you tight

Also if you have to go down the stairs you guys are FLYING no exceptions! The stairs are the devil in his eyes (how ironic) and he will not be risking anything with you

If you guys aren’t out and about under his careful and watchful eye (and I mean very careful, he’s like your very own bodyguard but with a lot more growling and snapping on strangers than usual), then you’re in his room doing whatever. Watching movies, playing cards and somehow beating him every time (he swears that he isn’t letting you win! Lies), whatever you wanna do. As long as you’re with him, giggling and safe, he’s happy and stress free

You mean so much to Mammon MC, he can’t even tell you if he tries. Under his tsundere traits, he really loves you, like really loves you! He’s just so scared of being rejected and losing you a second time. But now that he knows you’ll always be there for him, he’s going to do the same for you (but he already was even if you didn’t like him) He hates looking at that bruise right now, but it’s set as a reminder to not let something happen to you again

Also, another thing that people forget about Mammon is that he can talk to crows. So it wasn’t much to have them track down the person who caused you pain, and it didn’t take long for him to find them either. He thinks that the aftermath will set a good lesson for everyone else who continues to underestimate him when it comes to you: don’t

Leviathan

See, this is why he never leaves his safe haven AKA his room!

After he saw your head hit the ground hard, he was freaking out. He doesn’t know what to do, he wasn’t prepared for this! He tried shaking you to keep you awake, but your eyes were steady closing

Everything is happening in slow motion. You’re slumped over on the ground while the person who did it is laughing at him

If anything, the person who did it should be the one on the ground, not you, not his Henry. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!

The demon stopped laughing when their windpipe was getting crushed by the second. They couldn’t even try to loosen the grip, Levi’s tail is rather strong, and so is he. He is the third strongest out of his family and the Grand Admiral of the Navy, yet people tend to forget that

Everyone knows how bad Levi’s tantrums can be, but this isn’t just a tantrum, it’s much worse. Had the brothers not intervene, he would have done much worse than summoning Lotan (which he was on the brink of doing anyway)

When you did wake up, he was so upset. Of course he let this happen, he’s just a worthless otaku who couldn’t even keep his crush safe-

OMG why are you hugging him and patting his head?! Quit it- well wait, this does feel kinda nice...Ugh you’re such a normie! Getting hurt so easily and still trying to put a smile on his face. But it does make him feel better

He rarely left his room before, and you guys are definitely not leaving it now. It’s like having a sleepover, but it never ends. That sounds great, right MC? Endless marathons of TSL and other anime, co-op video games, trying on his cosplay outfits that he made (some even made just for you and he needs to cover that bruise somehow), it’s going to be so fun and you’ll be safe with him! Who wouldn’t want that??

We all know that Levi is very self conscious. He knows that he isn’t confident like Lucifer and Mammon, or attractive like Asmo, or smart like Satan or Belphie, or physically fit like Beel, he knows. But every time you listen to him ramble on about this new anime show that he wants you guys to binge, or when he rants about a stupid move his teammate did in an online match, he feels valued. He feels loved. And while it’s hard for him to express his feelings, it’s no doubt in his mind that you’re important to him, and that he’s beyond happy that someone like you is his best friend

One day he’ll get the courage to say those three words, but he hopes that you already know with everything that he does for you

For example, Levi is an aquatic demon, and he has the ability to communicate with all types of sea creatures. Granted, he knows right from wrong, but in his eyes he’s taking care of the problem. So it wouldn’t be a huge issue if he used them to clean up the remaining mess of said problem, right? I mean, his venom can only do so much, and he doesn’t need anyone questioning him, and Lotan does get hungry...

Satan

He could only see red. Both from his anger surfacing and from the fact that you’re bleeding

He had his claws wrapped around the neck of the one responsible before they could even think about running. This- this filth dared tried to escape after he hurt you? And they thought that Satan would just let them get away with it?

They must forget that he’s the Avatar of Wrath, the one who doesn’t show mercy

He just kept pounding the demon into the ground, over and over and over and over. He didn’t even care about the blood splatter it was leaving on the lockers or on him

He was this close to finishing them off when he heard you call out for him, and it took everything in him to drop them. He squeezed their neck a final time, not even close to being satisfied with the whimper he heard, and growled out a promise of that he will find them and will make sure that they suffer before he threw them down. They better count themselves lucky that they get to crawl away in one piece (for now), because had you not been there-

Oh, he is seething the more he thinks about it

But you bleeding is a distraction from it, even if it is making his stomach turn, it’s helping him know that he needs to help you now

He didn’t have to let his brothers know as they came to see what the commotion was, and Lucifer (even if he didn’t want to believe it himself) was anxious that he was the cause of it. But after he saw the hold he had on you and another demon barely clinging onto life, he knew otherwise

It was decided that you two going home would be the best course of action (which it didn’t matter to Satan, you both weren’t going to stay here whether it was demanded or not), and he calmed down enough to properly treat you

You didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day, and he even gave up his bed for you to lie in so that he can do some research. The human body is a complicated thing, but Satan can learn it like the back of his hand just for you. So just go ahead and rest for now MC- or maybe not, you might have a concussion according to this book and if you do he needs to monitor your condition!

Even after you were healed, he didn’t let you out of his sight and daily checkups were a must. Dr. Satan is in the building!

You eventually moved back into your room (you would have stayed longer but he’s a little nervous with his towering stacks of books and doesn’t want anymore accidents), but he practically moved in with you with how much he comes over, either falling asleep at your desk reading a book or falling asleep in your chair right next to your bed

Very reluctant to have you around stairs, it makes the hairs on his neck stand up. He’ll let you go down the stairs ONLY if you’re holding his hand. If you’re upset with those conditions (spoiler alert you’re not), then you better be ready to learn some teleportation spells (but even then he’s still not leaving your side)

He doesn’t hold his temper back with the others when it comes to you for the time being. If he even senses that Mammon, Asmo, or Levi is coming to you with something that can cause trouble, he’s growling at them to leave you alone, horns slowly coming out and tail whipping furiously

However, he tries not to lash out in front of you. He realizes that he lost control with that demon, and how it could have terrified you had you been fully conscious, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s just a monster. He wants you to continue to treat him like you do now, and not have the image of bashing someone’s bloody body on the floor repeatedly

Speaking of bashing someone, Satan made well on his promise of coming back. The demon thought that avoiding coming back to school would save them, but Satan is a genius, and has many associates that he can sweet talk to get what he wants. It didn’t take much to figure out where they went, and he made sure to get out all of his pent-up frustrations from that fateful day. He felt better when he came home, but he needed to take a shower before he went to see you...

Besides from that, he does appreciate the peace that you do bring him. You just have this aura around you that’s so calming to him, and he needs to steal you away more he realizes

Also you make better cat-themed desserts than the cafe and he can’t risk Beel eating them all again

Asmodeus

He’s shook, and not in the good way

He just had your hand in his, complaining about how you cuticles look so good and his is lacking and how guys have to go to the nail salon after class, and then your hand is jerked from his, your form at the bottom of the stairs

The blood staining your uniform is alarming, but he can’t worry about that now. He’s trying to keep you talking, but you’re already on the verge of passing out

“MC, you can’t sleep yet! We have plans to go to the nail salon remember? And I need you awake so we can talk about what matching color we’re getting! So what color should we get now, MC? MC? MC!”

He’s trying to keep himself from panicking, but he can’t help it! You’re suppose to be smiling and laughing with you, loving him, but you’re unconscious on the ground, and he’s scared

Quickly dials Lucifer and tells him the whole situation, and he’s surprised to find himself blinking back tears

The demon who did this is long gone by the time Lucifer and Diavolo come, but he remembers the face, and he has something exciting planned when he comes face to face with them

Obviously you have to go home, but Asmo is so distraught that he has to go home with you. But when you wake up, prepare to be tackled to the bed with him crying his eyes out. All you can do is try to comfort him and tell him that okay, giving him little kisses on his cheek

But now that the sadness is out of the way (all this crying and worrying is causing him stress wrinkles), it’s time for a makeover/stress relief!

Fashion shows, makeovers, painting nails, face masks, the whole nine yards. All in the comfort of his dazzling room!

It’ll make you both feel and look better, and honestly you two need that right now. It also gives him the opportunity to cover that unappealing bruise. Your beauty outshines it but it’ll be best to cover it up for your and his sake (mainly his)

Every time Asmo sees your bruise, he gets upset and he’s tired of being reminded of what happened. He knows that he’s only loved for his looks, his vanity, but you see more in him than that

You’re...you’re the first person that loves him for him entirely, not because of his features. And when he tells you that he loves you, he honestly means it. He would have never thought he would fall so deep for someone, let alone a human, but...he’s glad that it’s you. He’s happy that it’s you

Which is why he wants to keep you safe and injury-free. Plus, your skin is too pretty and doll-like to be roughed up!

You guys still go out of course, he just has a better eye on you now. This one incident isn’t going to hold him back for picking out new cute outfits for you!

And don’t think he forgot about that demon who caused all of this in the first place. He actually waited by their locker, and convinced them to come with him. But what should Asmo do with them? He could always have them steal Beel’s food, annoy Lucifer, say something horrible about Ruri-Chan, the possibilities are endless! As long as they don’t cause him to get dirty, of course

Or maybe they should do something so severe that they have no reason than to leave RAD forever, or even leave the Devildom forever, depending on how far he’s willing to take it. He’ll do anything if it means you’re safe and he gets to keep you all to himself

Beelzebub

He thought it was an accident at first, you get so excited about things that you stumble over your own feet sometimes, but he’s always there to catch you or pick you up

You keep saying that you’re okay as he’s holding onto you, and after he sits you up he’s confused because he smells blood. His heart is beating a little quicker, and you’re not talking anymore, and your head is drooping, and that’s when he sees the blood running down the side of your face

He’s starting to panic, and he’s so scared that if he tightens his hold against you he’ll just make things worse, that he’ll just hurt you more. But he needs to go find Lucifer, he needs to get you help, you’re feeling so light in his arms and it reminds him of the Celestial War when he witnessed his sister dying-

He hears someone snickering behind him, and that’s when he loses his temper

You’re a part of his family now, someone that he loves and cares for more than he can describe, and they did this to you? Someone who wouldn’t even squish a bug, someone who made him late night snacks without even asking, always there to give him hugs after his games no matter how sweaty, someone that put his family back together and they did this to you?

Lucifer and Mammon struggled to hold him back after they found the demon flung through the wall, laying under the rubble. Beel just kept growling, fangs bared and wings buzzing. He won’t stop trying to get out of their hold, and he keeps inching closer and closer to the demon, and it’s only a matter of time before he finishes what he started

You were already in the infirmary getting treated, and Beel isn’t calming down anytime soon so you were both escorted home

You woke up to Beel upset and pouting. He’s so worried about you that he couldn’t even eat. Beelzebub could not eat, that’s how you knew this was a something serious

Poor Beel was so terrified of hurting you himself that he failed to protect you from the people that do want to hurt you, or worse

But this won’t happen again, he swears, both to you and himself. Move over Mammon, Beel is officially your new bodyguard!

Wherever you go, Beel is right behind you, literally. He’s like your shadow, just bigger and a lot more...menacing. Also isn’t taking any chances with Mammon’s schemes, just carrying you away before he can even open his mouth about another get rich quick plan

Speaking of carrying, you are not allowed to walk down the stairs anymore. As soon as you step near some you find yourself in his arms like it’s nothing. Both at home and at school, it doesn’t matter to him

Also he’s very cautious to have you around people besides his brothers, and the exchange students (but he’s still hesitant about Solomon, anyone who can cook food like him is automatically getting the side eye)

Also you practically moved in with the twins, and it’s nothing compared to the sleepovers before. Belphie sleeps easier, Beel’s stomach is satisfied (eating your homemade sweets with you is better than everything combined at Hell’s Kitchen, and trust me he knows) he feels all warm inside, and you’re protected. Everyone’s happy!

Beel is a sweet guy, just don’t come in between his family or his food. After that whole incident with the demon, everyone has come to understand that, especially after seeing just how much damage he caused both to the demon and the school in so little time...

Belphegor

If he was sleepy before, he’s completely awake now

You’re holding the side of your head, and he can see the blood seeping through your fingers, groaning in pain. You keep trying to say that you’re okay, but your words are starting to slur and he’s getting nervous, he’s getting scared

It’s reminding him too much of his worst mistake, of what he did to you, when he murdered-

No. He doesn’t need to be thinking about that right now, especially when the person who did this is bragging about it while your body is slumped over. Right there, he knows what exactly needs to be done

Belphie was already in front of them before they even registered it, and didn’t give him any time to form an excuse. His claws were already at their throat, inching deeper and deeper the more they swallowed

“I should just slit your throat now, it’ll be easy and not a lot of work. But you deserve much worse than that. You’ll wish I did by the end of this.”

After a tap to the demon’s forehead, they just collapsed before him, unmoving. He didn’t even look down when he stepped over them (or rather stepped on them) to get to you. You’re passed out, but still breathing. You can’t stay here like this, and he refuses to tell Diavolo or Lucifer. He’ll figure something out, maybe Satan has some books in his room on what to do...

When you woke up, you found yourself wrapped in blankets and Belphie sleeping beside you, arms wrapped tight. You were confused, when did you get home? You remember walking with him down the stairs, but everything was blurry after that. What happen-

“You’re always thinking so hard MC, you’ll never be able to get good rest if you keep that up. But Satan did say to check on you every couple of hours, so I guess it’s fine. And quit touching your head!”

“Oh, sorry Belphie, I didn’t mean to-”

“Tch, how annoying...”

But he’s lying. Even as he’s carefully re-wrapping the bandages, he’s relieved that you’re awake, that your eyes are still full of life, not like the dullness that he saw that fateful night

When Lucifer finds you he is not happy with Belphie, but he doesn’t care and tells him that everything is already under control and that he isn’t needed. Belphie didn’t miss the scowl that he sent his way, but he just smirked in response. You didn’t need Lucifer as Belphie is already taking care of you, as it should be

You know how he always carries around his favorite pillow? Yeah he’s doing that with you basically, minus the carrying. You’re practically attached to his side, wherever he goes you’re either right there with him or in his room, which is mainly just you two lazing around or sleeping (as usual)

Honestly, the only demons who he’s okay with disturbing you two is Beel and maybe Satan. Beel because that’s his twin and it’s his room too, and Satan only if he’s checking on you medically or if he has some new ideas to mess with Lucifer. Everyone else is just trying to bother you and be annoying, and you don’t need that

Of course he blames himself for this! How is he suppose to keep you safe, to make up for his mistake? But then it clicks

It’s not the fact that he’s weak, people think that he’s weak. But he realizes that this is fine, he’ll use that to his advantage.

Diavolo is upset and Lucifer is running out of excuses for him, but Belphie just plays stupid and says he can’t remember how to remove it (even though he does). Let the demon lose some more sleep until they learn their lesson, whether it’s from the constant nightmares or from sleep deprivation trying to stay awake to avoid said nightmares. He’ll remove it when he feels like it, and he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon

Let people think the Avatar of Sloth is weak, that he’s not a threat, and he can show them exactly how wrong they are. Better yet, this demon can be the perfect example, and many more if they become a bother to you (and him)

You’re too nice MC, too delicate. You treat him so good, like he’s not a demon, like he’s not the monster who took your life, and he has to thank you for that somehow. He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough for the kindness you give him, but protecting you from others who used to be like him could be a good start

Also now he can hog all of your head pats and cuddles for himself, and he doesn’t feel bad at all. Everyone else had their time with you when he was locked up, so he’s finally got the opportunity to be selfish

Diavolo

First of all...this demon is dumb enough to harm you in front of him??? The Demon LORD???? The FUTURE KING OF HELL??!

They have more than just a death wish

It all happened so quick, he just crossed paths with you in the hallways and started to ask about your day (and maybe invite you for a small tea date after school) but he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth

One second he saw your eyes light up and hand extended to excitedly wave, then he saw your fragile form tumbling down the stairs

Barbatos was soon called to his side as Diavolo saw the red coating his palms and you barely staying conscious, trying to say that you’re okay and not to worry

See...he feared that this would be a problem. While Diavolo is a very kind and understanding ruler, there are still some demons out there who think he’s too lenient, too soft. But that’s where people are mistaken. Diavolo is kind, but do not mistake his kindness for weakness

He felt his anger rising, his demeanor starting to crack, but he set aside his emotions. You’re his first priority, and he needs to make sure that you’re okay! He’s still a ruler, and you’re his responsibility (and first love)

However, he made sure that Barbatos took the demon who did this and kept them in the dungeon until he was done treating you. He won’t let this go unpunished, he can’t and he won’t

You’re an important part of the exchange program, and you’re most important to him, and he’s upset with himself that you got hurt. You’re so delicate, and you don’t deserve any of this happening to you, but what can he do? While he trusts the brothers to keep you safe, he wants to keep an eye on you personally, but how?

Then it struck him

You liked to stay in the castle, always smiling and having fun whenever you spent time with him there, so why not relocate you there?? It’ll be like an extended sleepover/retreat with just you two!! You guys can do all of your favorite activities and won’t have to worry about going home because you won’t have to leave!! Why didn’t he think of this sooner?!

The brothers are very upset with this incident, and even more so when he announced this. Diavolo decided that your condition needed to be monitored closely, and since he’s the person directly in charge of the exchange program AND the ruler over the Devildom, there was no room to argue. You weren’t going to stay in the castle forever, just until he deemed it right to return to the HoL

Which would be...some time soon, maybe. He’s not really worried about that now, his number 1 concern is you after all!

You’re getting the royal treatment, literally. This is the chance that he gets to pamper you without interruptions and he is not wasting it!

You kept trying to convince him that you’re fine, but he wasn’t hearing any of it, especially after he sees the nasty bruise that was left. “MC, please! You still need to rest. How about I have Barbatos bring us some tea to help, and we can even have the royal staff bring us some outfits of your choosing if you like? Oo, we can even have our portrait painted!”

“Dia, I promise that I’m fine, you have more things to worry about than me-”

“Nonsense, MC. You’re what’s important to me, now and always. Don’t ever forget that.”

Even finished it with a hand kiss, UGH he really is a Prince Charming

Once you did return to RAD bruise free, Diavolo, being the gentleman that he is, walked with you everywhere in the beginning. Coming into the building, walking to class, lunch, even to the student council meeting, he was by your side. But he couldn’t avoid his duties forever (unfortunately), but he always made up for lost time afterwards

You never realized that when he wasn’t with you, someone else always was. Whether it be Lucifer who miraculously had spare time, or Barbatos who decided to escort you back to the castle to try a new recipe for his Lord, it was always one of them that stayed with you

Also, it never dawned on you why people were starting to be so nice to you. You thought it was because of what happened, not paying attention to how tense they would get, the fear in their eyes. You did notice that the demon who caused your fall never came back to class, and their desk is starting to collect dust...

When you did ask Diavolo about it, he just pat your head and said that what happened was unacceptable and that the demon has been dealt with accordingly.

You don’t need to hear about what really happened to them, he doesn’t want to scare you or taint your innocence! But he doesn’t mind if anyone else hears it, he’ll be more than happy to explain in full detail what happened and what will happen to demons that even think about attempting to harm you or think that he’s “too soft”. They won’t think he’s a soft ruler after that

Diavolo is a very sweet man, one that treats you as if you’re ruling by his side as his partner and one that you never have to be scared of, but even you didn’t miss the deadly glint in his eyes whenever he spoke about that demon...

But enough about that, he wants to try that new recipe that you made just for him!

He enjoys the time that he gets to spend with you, and after this, you’ll be in his company a lot more. He can’t risk having this happen again to his love- I MEAN favorite exchange student right?

[captain-idkwhattodo]

The Quarry x Wednesday mashup

So I’ve seen all of ‘Wednesday’ and of course the first thing I think about is all of the hacketters as Nevermore students/ outcasts and what creature they would be!

So lets get started,

Kaitlyn

-nagi/naga🐍 (half human half snake)

-I’ve read that nagas are strong, beautiful, and proud creatures who have a semi divine presence. They were also often put on guard duty since they were powerful and I feel like that fits kaitlyn perfectly

-she would have 3 forms: full on giant snake (dark red scales w/a bright red under belly), half human/snake, and a humanish form. Her human look would have patches of scales on her skin, fangs, and snake eyes.

-she can use her eyes to bewitch people and mostly uses it on her friends to stop them from doing dumb things

-she can also swallow big pieces of food without chewing and uses that skill to freak ppl out

Ryan

-Witch🔮 (grandparents practices hoodoo)

-he would be a strong spell caster but I think his specialty would be potions/herbs and fortune telling/ card reading (def using the fact that justice smith can read tarot cards)

-has Wednesday vibes but not as cold but just as quiet. Also has visions but has to directly touch who/whatever so he usually wear gloves

-ironically, actually allergic to bright colors (except white). Like seriously allergic. He told the others this but they assumed it was a joke. Jacob would prank him by leaving pastel colored clothing in his bed. Ryan retaliates by throwing knives at his general direction (Jacob apologizes once he realizes his mistake)

Laura

-Jackalope 🐇 *A/N:I honestly thought they were real so this was a fun dive*

-the lore about them is that they are a powerful and dangerous adversary. They are very defensive, quick, and prefers to face their enemy head on. Leaving their victims bloody and with gouge marks from their horns. Basically Laura

-They could also be persuaded to come to ppl/captured willingly by being offered their fav drink: whisky (this is how her and Ryan became fast friends)

-she has two forms: her jackalope form (a blonde/brown 4ft long rabbit with 1ft long sharp antlers) and her humanish form (her but with 6in long antlers)

-has sent multiple ppl to the nurse for “accidental” injuries

Max

-a normie 👨🏻‍🦰 (you always need one in the group)

-I think it would be so cute for him to try and like look cool in front of the cute, tough girl who is also an outcast and just completely fail but that’s ok cause she’s into that

-he works at an animal shelter and that’s where him and Laura met

-Laura brought Ryan to meet him and by the end of their convo he’s just like “I’ve only know max for 10 minutes but if anything were to happen to him I’d kill everyone in the room and then myself”

-will throw hands if you talk badly about outcasts

Dylan

-werewolf 🐕

-has Enid vibes but has more of a soft boy/ gamer aesthetic and more sarcastic. Complete golden retriever energy

-is very tactile in a ‘little shit’ kinda way and scent marks his “pack” (with their permission of course)

-is definitely a “stoner” ;)

-has 3 forms. Full shift (looks more like the regular werewolves than hairless dogs), half shift (think ‘Teen wolf’ with the wolf features, sharp canines, glowing eyes, pointy ears, and sideburns), and human  

-is the one who’ll howl randomly throughout, causing others to do it too 

Abi

-psychic 🌌

-her powers would work be similar to how Xavier’s does

-she doesn’t have to touch anything to activate it. She will put out her notebook then call on a vision and draw what’s in it

-she can control it but sometimes they will come randomly, forcing her into a trance like state and draw on whatever’s available

-can bring her drawings to life. She has several tattoos that has her magic in it. They come move and also hop off her body if she wants it. If the drawing gets damaged too much then it poofs and reappears back where it was drawn

Emma

-halfling 🧚🏼‍♀️ (half fae, half human)

-like full blooded faes, she’s very beautiful and charming. Enchanting ppl around her (even through a screen). Unlike full blooded faes, she can’t out right brainwash a person. Just make them feel very compelled to do what she asks

-her ‘stage persona’ is still very whimsical/ airhead

-her other abilities are: super strength, because of her glamor ability she can read others emotions but can’t change them, and photokinesis (able to shoot and manipulate light with her mind) 

-in her fae form, her eyes glow completely white, her teeth turn razor sharp, and her fingers turn black and grows long claws on them

Nick

-siren 🧜🏼‍♂️

-wanted to pick something to go with the “puppy dog eyes/ steel BBQ grill under that shirt” comment. Also how Australia has many pretty creatures that can def kill you

-I feel like Nick is such a cool dude (when he’s not putting on an act) that everyone has had a small crush on him at some point. Some think he’s using his powers but no, he’s just like that✨

-his two forms would be: his human form (with bright blue and brown eyes color) and his siren form which has more of “traditional” siren look then what was on the show (his eyes go completely black, razor sharp teeth, and long claws)

-His scale coloring would be a mix of greys, whites, and blues

Jacob

-also a werewolf 🐕

-has Bernese mountain dog energy (saw a TikTok that said guys with this energy are basically himbos, the loudest one in the room without realizing it, and sometimes forget how large they are. Jacob to a T)

-also has 3 forms (full wolf, half shift, human)

-very tactile in a ‘big dog who thinks they’re small/ forgets their big’ way

[ahatintimepieces]

In Want of Stitching

I am delighted to present another little fic for the build-a-bear au by @smieska-draws​‘ and me! Smieska generously offered to let me post her incredible art above^ with this fic where Hattie is reunited with her favorite doll from her childhood! The doll is worse for wear, but Hattie knows just how to help! Be sure to give Smieska your love, and if you missed it, the previous fic is here. Without further ado, enjoy!

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Hattie kicked her legs as she perched on the table in the breakroom. One hand was propped back, nestled between Dimitri’s bag and her backpack, and the other held her dwindling milkshake left over from dinner. While she waited for her dad to finish up with the last customer before closing, she watched Dimitri fuss with the supplies on the shelves.

He struggled to pull out one of the drawers and the sharp jostle of the handle caused the whole structure to shift. He froze and Hattie’s eyes widened as they waited to see if the cleaning items up top would tumble. While the bottles wobbled like a spinning toy wavering to a stop, they stilled without any avalanche and Dimitri and Hattie relaxed.

“I’m just going to deal with that in the morning,” Dimitri huffed, turning around. “Don’t tell your dad.”

Hattie gave him a thumbs up as she reached the dredges of her milkshake and the straw gurgled as it sucked air between the last of the frosty cream. While he crossed over to the rack of aprons, her gaze drifted down to the floor. The off-kilter shelf had shifted away from the wall, revealing a large dust bunny.

Narrowing her eyes, she tried to get a better look at the mound of grey that seemed to cover something else.

“See ya tomorrow, kid?” Dimitri prompted, snapping his name tag against the magnet on the wall.

“Probably!” She lifted her chin.

“Boss says a daycare center has scheduled a trip to the mall, so we might be busy,” he sighed, reaching for his bag. She scooted out of his way and nodded.

“That could be fun. But also noisy,” she offered, glancing up as she mentally noted to warn Belle, Mu, and Timmy that they needed to avoid the food court for lunch. Maybe hide in the café connected to the bookstore.

“Noisy is right.” Dimitri swung his bag over his shoulder.

“Will Dad have to work on the floor?” She lowered her empty milkshake.

“I imagine so,” he paused on his way to the door. When she placed the cup down and blew a raspberry as she slouched, he prompted, “why?”

“It just means I have to keep Mu and Timmy away. They’re trying to prove he’s magic and can blow things up with his mind.” Scowling, she swung her legs a little too hard and the table creaked underneath her.

“Is that why they asked him to heat up their—”

“Lunch?” She crinkled her nose. “Yeah.”

Dimitri sucked in air before bursting into laughter.

“They looked so mad when he used the microwave!” he wheezed, gesturing to the other table with the offending appliance. ���Mu’s stink eye nearly killed me!”

“It’s dumb,” Hattie grumbled.

Catching her frustration, Dimitri reeled in his laughter and cleared his throat.

“There’s no harm in it,” he tried. “The boss can be a bit eccentric, and it can be fun to pretend, but I’m sure even Mu and Timmy know he’s not actually able to light things on fire or…” he paused, giving her a curious look, “steal souls.”

“They sure act like he does.” She turned away, cupping her chin in her hands.

“Have you told them it bothers you when they fixate on it?” Dimitri asked sympathetically.

“Yeah, and they ignore it because they think he actually does all of those things.” Her glare hardened.

“You could talk to the boss?”

“I don’t want him to know about the rumors.” After a beat, she looked up to meet Dimitri’s blank expression. “What?”

“He knows,” he said dryly. Her jaw dropped and he softened. “Listen, you might want to just talk with him about the whole Snatcher myth if it’s getting under your skin, but it’s not harming anyone. I think it also gets the store more foot traffic from teens, which isn’t usually our intended demographic. So, in a way, it even helps!”

Hattie groaned, flopping onto her backpack and staring at the ceiling.

“Hang in there, kid.” His shoes tapped against the tile as he walked towards the door. “But just talk to him. See you!”

“Night, Dimitri.” She gave a halfhearted wave as he left. Once the door shut, she fixated on the faint buzz of the lights in the breakroom.

Seconds ticked by.

She heaved herself up, bored with staring blankly and too tired to stew in her frustration any longer. After scooting to the edge of the table, she dropped down with her flipflops slapping against the ground. She intended to toss the milkshake cup and pester her dad while he closed the workshop, but her gaze shifted back towards the shelves. The oddly large dust bunny piqued her curiosity once more and she crossed over.

Crouching down, she prodded the clump of hairs and silver dust. A dead fly was caught in the webbing and bits of dirt or crumbs were suspended on the hairs. But when she pressed down, a firm something lay between her and the tile.

Shifting, she pressed her cheek against the wall and peered into the crack between it and the shelf. Behind the dust bunny lay a small doll, crushed and crumpled.

After a precursory check for spiders, she reached back and pinched one of the doll’s puffy sleeves. The dust bunny tickled her finger, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. As soon as the doll was pulled out into the open, she batted the wad of grey from its mitten hand, and the cloud of minuscule debris floated harmlessly to the ground. She gasped when she held the doll out in the light.

Beneath the grey streaks of grime, a missing button eye, the torn right arm, and a left hand hanging by a single thread, was the prince doll that she had loved so dearly when she was younger. Her heart soared, but the doll’s state soon had guilt souring her joy.

It had been ages. The last time she saw the doll, he had been a bit worn, but still intact. She had been near inconsolable when she lost him. Her dad promised to get her a new, better doll, but she loved the prince doll because of all the memories they shared. Despite all her searching and tears back then, her dad urged her to move on as the doll had continued to elude her. And no wonder! All this time, the doll had been in the breakroom rather than home. He must have somehow fallen behind the shelf at the workshop when she had been playing, only to be shoved deeper and deeper into the dark over the years.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, frowning at the frayed threads where a button used to be. When she poked the remaining button, it wobbled, threatening to soon snap away as well. She brushed back the yarn hair, covered in dust that caused the chestnut hue to appear murky. The felt crown looked more brown than yellow, and ashen stuffing dripped from the doll’s arm and broken wrist.

But… it was still her favorite doll. Though it had been years, relief surged through her chest.

“I’ll clean you up!” she promised to herself, gently giving the dusty, dilapidated doll a soft hug.

She knew how to sew, at least! And she had the materials at home. She could even surprise her dad! He always reacted positively when she showed him the hats or masks she made.

Scrambling to her feet, she carried the doll over to the table. She grabbed a couple of tissues to wrap him up, both hoping to keep him protected and intact and to prevent the dust from spreading in her backpack. She was just tucking him safely into her bag, nestled between new fabric she got from her millinery lessons earlier and a graphic novel that Timmy recommended, when the door thrust open.

She turned, noting her dad’s slouched posture as he removed his apron, which was common on days he had to both open and close the workshop. Holding his hand over his mouth, he tried to cover a wide yawn, but his sharp fangs still glinted in the light.

“Time to go?” Hattie prompted while zipping up her backpack.

“Finally, yes.” He paused, glancing towards the shelves. “Did Dimitri refill the sewing kits?”

She shrugged in Dimitri-solidarity when her dad turned back around. He accepted it without further prodding and tossed his apron onto a hook.

Hattie slipped on her backpack gently to keep from jostling the doll as her dad pulled out his hair tie and scratched at his scalp. He grabbed his keys and waited for Hattie to shuffle over.

Once he finished locking up and took her hand to lead her through the dark parking lot, she mentally went through the list of supplies she needed to fix up the prince doll. Neither she nor her dad said a word as their footsteps tapped against the still warm gravel. But that was normal for them. Her dad didn’t usually have much to say unless otherwise prompted by people or work, especially when he was tired. So, she continued her quiet pondering all the way home, staring blankly at the streetlights as the radio played family-friendly tunes at a hushed volume.

As soon as they got home, Hattie dashed into her room. She swept her arm across her workbench to clear away the new beret she was making and placed her top hat on the hat display stand her teacher had given her. Since she only had one, it was her favorite top hat that got the place of honor. Then, she dropped her backpack onto the ground and retrieved the prince doll.

He lay on the tissues that were now smeared with grey. Even just folding back the material caused Hattie to swiftly turn away and sneeze, jostling him as he perched on her palm. She’d need to clean the doll, but the open cuts in his arms worried her. After prodding around, she decided it might be better to pluck out the dusty stuffing, since his arms were closed off from his main body anyway. The loose button, too, she thought to remove to ensure easier cleaning.

She got to work, walking back and forth between her room and the bathroom as she ferried supplies. If her dad wondered what she was up to, he didn’t comment as he settled down in the living room to quietly read.

Setting up a doll bath in the sink by lowering the plug, she submerged the doll into the water with iridescent bubbles lining the porcelain. His one arm threatened to come off and his other hand floated at an odd angle. Undaunted, Hattie stuck out her tongue as she scrubbed the dust and cobwebs from his hair. The felt crown popped off at one point, and while she rescued it, the original gilded color seemed beyond saving so she decided to replace it. But she kept the crown nearby so that she could copy the size and shape.

Once the years of neglect were scrubbed away, Hattie drained the sink and rinsed the soap suds from the doll. The chest felt heavy with the water, even more than the lolling head. But hopefully the doll would dry just fine.

While wringing out the water, she tried to squeeze the doll gently, intent on preserving the fragile threads. Finally, she laid him out on a towel and used another to dab up as much water as she could. Wondering if she could borrow her dad’s hairdryer to speed up the process, she hurried into the living room.

“Da-ad,” she called as she padded onto the carpet. “Where’s your hairdryer?”

“Under the sink in my bathroom. Why?” He turned the page of his novel without looking up.

“It’s a surprise.” Arcing around the table, she peeked at the title. She recognized it as Ember’s latest recommendation from her book club. Curious, she slipped over to the armrest where he reclined. She leaned over his shoulder and identified Ember’s annotations that lined the margins in pencil, confirming that she had loved it enough to lend him the book.

“Should I be worried about this surprise?” he asked, unbothered by her hovering.

“Nope!” she chirped cheerfully as she jumped back to face him.

“Carry on, then,” he muttered, his golden eyes flittering back and forth as he read.

The amber light from the lamp behind him skipped across the strands of his hair, painting the coal-colored locks with flickers of iridescent violets. With his cheek pressed into his palm and his elbow on the armrest, his gaze momentarily flickered away from the book as he used his pinky finger to turn to the next page.

“Need something else, kiddo?”

Instead of answering right away, she hopped onto the couch and crawled onto his chest. He held still as she flopped onto her back, staring up at the book.

“Is the story good?” she prompted.

“It’s crafted well.”

“But are you enjoying it?” She tilted her head back into his shoulder. He kept his eyes ahead.

“Not really.” He sounded calm as he said it.

“But you don’t hate it?” she clarified.

“No.” He turned the page.

She sighed, not expecting anything different.

Usually, it didn’t matter. But she didn’t want the same reaction if she asked how he felt about the rumors of the Snatcher. She knew Dimitri thought she needed to talk to him about it but…

“What would you do if you had magic powers?” she asked instead.

“What?” That got him to look down. He quirked a brow and she shrugged.

“If I had magic powers, I would make my top hat like a bag of holding. I could carry all my stuff everywhere and be prepared for anything.”

“Oh.” He relaxed and lifted his gaze back to his novel.

“So, what would you do?” she repeated.

“Hm?”

“What would you do with magic?”

He hummed, lifting his head and reaching over to help steady the book as he turned the page. Once he settled back, he shrugged.

“I’d use it to heat up my coffee.”

For a split second, she wondered if he was also privy to Timmy’s and Mu’s speculations.

“That’s boring.” She narrowed her eyes.

“I’m a boring person,” he provided.

She grumbled and he continued to read. Scooting closer to his arm holding the book, she wedged herself into the crook formed by him and the back of the couch. He shifted slightly, but otherwise let her get comfortable. She curled up so that the side of her head pressed against his chest.

There was a muffled crackling sound, like crinkled paper.

“Hey Dad, do you know about the Snatcher?” She tensed.

“You mean what everyone calls me at work?” He managed a snort. “Or do you mean all that talk of soul-stealing?”

She snapped her head up, baffled.

“Y-you’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He met her gaze, though from the way his palm squished his cheek and he leaned back, he seemed far from interested.

“Because it’s not true!” She gestured wildly. “Isn’t that something your dumb books talk about? Unfair deformation of character.”

“I think you mean defamation,” he corrected with a sly grin.

“That too!” she insisted.

“It gets us more customers and makes my job more interesting. So, no. It doesn’t bother me.” He started to tear his gaze away, “But speaking of my dumb books—”

“But you don’t snatch souls or eat them!” She sat up, knocking his book back. He huffed as he lowered his arm. She perched on his stomach. “People are scared of you!”

“There are worst things,” he said in a lackadaisical tone. Since he couldn’t read, he swiveled his head in his chin to look out at the living room. He tapped his sharp nails against his cheek pensively.

“But Dad—”

“Hattie, it doesn’t bother me,” he interrupted, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “Didn’t you have something you were in the middle of? The whole Snatcher thing doesn’t matter. It’s not worth getting worked up over.”

She pressed her lips into a tight line to keep from pouting.

“But why doesn’t it bother you?” she tried once more after a moment.

“Kid, that’s enough.” He wiggled his arm trapped behind her back to coax her off. “Go run along.” He suddenly sucked in a breath and covered a noisy yawn. The creases under his eyes deepened as the shadows stretched away from the light.

Hattie deflated.

“Fine,” she grumbled, scooting forward.

He grunted when she leapt off his stomach, but his focus returned to reading without another comment.

Hattie retrieved his hairdryer and returned to her bathroom, where the prince doll remained drenched. She turned the setting to no heat and plugged it in. While the drone of the hairdryer filled the bathroom, she zoned out.

All this time, she had been trying to shelter her dad from the rumors but apparently, she was the only one who cared that people thought he could suck souls out with his fangs like some sort of vampire who loved to sunbathe and didn’t mind garlic.

“It’s not fair,” she muttered under the whirling hairdryer. She glared down at the faceless prince doll. His mitten hand fluttered precariously while the gash in his bicep caught air and caused his arm to fluff up like it had stuffing again.

Her features softened as she carefully tilted the dryer back and forth.

She would rather her dad wasn’t upset by the rumors, which is why she waited so long to say anything, but somehow it felt lonelier than ever when she was the only one who cared.

With a slight slouch, she turned the dryer away and then carefully rolled the doll onto his stomach. She finished drying him out and placed him on a fresh towel while she cleaned up. And though she passed her dad as he returned from the kitchen with a steaming mug while she was on her way to the laundry room, he didn’t question her bundle of towels under his hairdryer.

Her step gained an enthusiastic bounce when she was finally ready to fix the doll. She carried him back to her workbench and gingerly set him down. For reference, she carefully pried the old storybook from her shelf and opened to the most crinkled set of pages, worn from love and constant rereads under her covers at night.

“Here it is, Prince!” She presented the first illustration of the kindly character with puffy sleeves greeting bluebirds, bunnies, and deer. She winced at the doll’s blank face. “Whoops. You can’t see. But don’t worry! I’ll fix that!”

She propped the book back against the worktable and used the beret and open sewing kit to pin it open. After she grabbed a handful of stuffing from her reserves in one of the drawers, found a button to match his eye, and sorted through the spools she’d need, she finally sat down.

Now that the doll was clean, his vibrant crimson coat and purple boots looked just like the illustration. But the blush on his cheeks had faded and one of the stitches meant to look like laces on his boots had frayed. With steady hands familiar with detail work from all her hat making, she looped thread through a sharp needle and got to work.

Fixing the boot and resewing the buttons was a bit tricky, but once the prince had his eyes again, his blank features regained the warmth she remembered. She stuck her tongue out as she restuffed his arms. At first, she wondered if she could add a little muscle definition but no matter how she finagled the lumps, she couldn’t get them to look right.

“Sorry, you’re stuck with noodles for arms,” she lamented dramatically, tugging out the extra fluff.

His large button eyes stared at the ceiling.

The final challenge was stitching his hand back on, and only because the mitten hand was so tiny. She struggled to keep it in place as she threaded the needle through his wrist. After having to backtrack and redo the area a couple times, she eventually got the hand snuggly back into place. The stitches lined his wrist, mostly concealed by the edges of his sleeve.

Then, she only needed to close the tear in his bicep and was able to hide the work under the gold band of his puffy shoulder. Once she placed the scissors down after snipping the final thread, she leaned back with an exhale. As she stretched out her back, she appraised her work.

“How do you feel?” she asked, cupping the prince doll and giving his arm and wrist a few squeezes. When she tapped his button eyes to ensure they remained firmly in place, she glanced up at the illustration to compare. She jolted.

“Your crown!” She whirled around, looking for the dull accessory that had popped off during the cleaning. Her head snapped down and she heaved a sigh of relief when she noticed it had fallen onto her carpet.

She grabbed the felt crown and procured a piece of scrap cloth leftover from the bright yellow beret she intended to give to her dad when it was finished. Snipping the dull crown to flatten it out, she traced its pattern on the scrap fabric. After she cut it out, she glued the edges together, careful to keep it seamless as she held the ends with tweezers.

“Perfect!” She held the new crown next to the prince’s head. She found a lump near the base of the yarn hair where the other crown had been glued previously and glued on the new crown its place. Once the glue had dried and the crown remained fastened to his head, Hattie beamed at her work.

“You look perfect!” She leapt to her feet, hugging the doll to her chest. “Let’s show you to Dad!” She darted over to the living room, shouts of excitement welling from her pride, but she skidded to a stop when she found him fast asleep on the couch.

She heaved out a sigh that dissolved into a blown raspberry.

Oh well.

Since even the book flopped open on his chest visibly quivered from his shivering, she crossed over to the wicker basket filled with throws and blankets and grabbed his favorite from the top. She dragged it over him with one hand, but when she reached the book with pages folding at odd angles, she looked from the blanket pinched in one hand and the prince doll cradled in the other.

“Watch him for me for a second,” she whispered to the prince, dropping the blanket and trading him for the book.

Her dad flinched in his sleep at the sudden shift, but she was too busy locating his bookmark on the coffee table to notice. After guessing where he left off, she placed the closed book next to his mug, which still had a puddle of coffee. She turned back around to find her dad twitching.

“Dad?” She reached out but recoiled at how much heat he radiated.

While his eyes remained squeezed shut, his chest jerked under the limp doll. Panicked panting gripped his restless slumber but before Hattie could try to wake him, he turned to his side, flinging the doll away as he twisted. Hattie bent to catch the prince as her dad’s breathing slowly returned to a calmer pace.

She placed the doll back on the table, fretting as she watched her dad’s tight brows relax. His long, spiky black hair tumbled over his sweaty features, but once his exhales fluttered out like a flickering ember, he began shivering again. Hattie crinkled her nose, holding the back of her hand to his forehead covered by hair and then to his clawed fingers.

Almost like ice.

Unsure whether she wanted to wake him after that, she tugged the blanket the rest of the way and watched him for a few seconds longer. He usually felt colder at night, often kindling the image of a campfire dwindling as those around it slept, but his sudden spike in temperature concerned her.

Was he getting sick?

A few more moments passed, and he remained steady. Hattie gnawed on her lip but decided not to worry. If she woke him up when nothing was wrong, he’d just get grumpy. She’d make sure to check on him later, though.

When grabbing the prince doll, she found it trembled in her palm. She tried to meter her own breathing to soothe herself, thinking her dad’s temperature spike had left her more shaken than she realized. She calmed enough to stop shivering after nestling the doll into the plush pile next to her pillow. But as she walked away to get ready for bed, she did not realize that the prince doll continued to tremble on his own.

Slowly, and like a heartbeat that just remembered its pulse.

[levis-little-nuggie]

I’d love Lucifer & Rain for November 12th Prompt, maybe sharing an umbrella home late at night, nsfw would be fun too if you want to, or even better MCxLuciferxDiavolo, “it’s too rainy, just stay here for the night” nsfw prompt ~ HoRights (I love ur writing, especially your nsfw work, especially how you write Diavolo)

PHEW. This one kicked my BUTT but I did it! I did it for you nonny and for anyone else who would enjoy this. This is my first threesome and constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: nsfw, she/her pronouns, 2nd person POV, double penetration, implied wounds from fangs and claws, please let me know if I need to add more!!

10: Rain with Diavolo, Lucifer, and Reader

It wasn't supposed to rain, the forecast called for clear skies. You specifically double and triple checked to make sure there'd be no precipitation that day before you decided on your outfit. Lord Diavolo had invited you and Lucifer over for tea and to check up on how your exchange program was going so far. Asmo just happened to be walking by when the invitation was announced and stole you away to his room to get ready.

"It's not every day you get the attention of the two strongest demons in all of Devildom," his honey whiskey eyes twinkled and he winked at you, "so let's give them something to look at."

Your hair was up in a bun, loose tendrils and bangs were shaped to frame your face. Asmo had fretted over your make-up giving you a natural look to highlight your "adorable human face," with winged eyeliner and a barely pink lipstick that was almost nude with highlighter brushed across your cheeks.

The dress he had given you, he said he was borrowing it for inspiration but you had given him your best puppy dog eyes and he crumbled. The way it felt against your skin, the way you looked in the mirror, a sense of empowerment washed over you and he whistled at your newfound confidence. You'd never worn this much white before because you never trusted yourself not to get something on it. However, one look at your legs, the skin of your thighs from behind the lace that extended down to your ankles reaffirmed it for you. There was no way you wouldn't wear this creation.

It wasn't supposed to rain yet here you were, both you and Lucifer soaked to the bone. The sky had unleashed a torrential downpour and neither of you had been prepared for it. He shifted quickly into his demon form and sped to Diavolo's castle but the rain still got to you and the wind from his speed didn't help at all.

On the bright side, your make-up was still flawless.

Barbatos met you at the door with the fluffiest towels you'd ever seen, they were warm as if plucked fresh from the dryer. You let out a moan as you wrapped the towel around your bare arms; the soft texture and heated warmth soothing your shivering skin.

Lucifer took his coat off and traded it for a towel from Barbatos. He ushered you over to the fireplace already roaring with a mild inferno. Draping his own towel around his shoulders, the noise you'd made caught his attention and he turned to face you.

Hiding his frustration at your feeble attempts to dry yourself off, Lucifer reached up over to you, easily undoing your bun and watched as your hair fell. “It’ll be easier to dry if it’s down.”

You nod as you look up at him. Beads of water streaming down his face, following the contours of his neck, you licked your lips as he turns to Barbatos.

“Barbatos, please inform Lord Diavolo we will need a moment to dry off. We will wait here, the fire should help."

Barbatos nodded and turned to go update the Prince leaving the two of you alone for the moment. You looked down at your dress and pouted, but jumped back, fighting to cover yourself more with the towel as you realized your very wet white dress was now also very see through.

The water caused the dress to turn so sheer that you could see every dip and curve of your figure including your underwear and your painfully erect nipples. You swore you could hear Asmo laughing and you resigned yourself to never wear something of his again.

You turned to face the fire, fingers biting into the towel and tried to focus on warming up. The material of the dress hung around your legs, and you were trying to keep yourself from shivering. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch. As he walked over to you he opened the blanket, covering your legs.

“He probably won’t be long.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re not at all ready to see Lord Diavolo. And I can’t have you looking like this.” He tutted as if you were a child and you huffed, about to bite back but the retort fizzled as you felt a gloved hand against the side of your face.

Lucifer took hold of your chin and turned your head to the side as he spoke in your ear, “Let me dry you off,” his warm breath against your damp skin sent shivers down your spine. Taking hold of the towel around your arms, he started to rub circles over your shoulders, slowly moving down your collarbone to your chest.

“You must be really cold being this wet.” His hands starting to massage your breasts, focusing around your nipples. He watched as you tried to hold in your reaction. “I’m simply helping you to dry off, and you’re reacting quite lewdly." Your mouth gaped open and you scoffed. "How can I not react like this when you're," he pinched your nipple effectively cutting you off. He drew out a mewl as his fingers continued to massage your breasts.

”I’ve only just started to dry you off. ” He lifted one hand and removed his glove with his teeth, returning it to your breast and repeated the same for the other hand. Continuing to dry you off, he started to bring the towel further down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin.

Adjusting the towel so it was around your waist, he pulled you into him a bit. His knee pressing up between your thighs and you bit back a moan as you felt him tug the towel tighter around you, moving your hips over his leg. “Your dress is even soaked down here.”

He watched as the wet ends of your hair dripped down your chest and puddles formed on the carpet under you. “Now you’re getting the carpet wet. We must see to it you have a recap on manners.” He leaned down as slowly licked the crevices of your collarbone up to your neck. You whined, feeling your composure start to crumble as the flat of his tongue made your eyes roll back, your hands reaching out to his biceps to steady yourself.

“Well, it seems I’m just in time.” Diavolo’s voice echoed behind them. You froze and your heart sank to your stomach from the intrusion. You flushed a bright red, wishing that the fight or flight instincts for humans included temporary invisibility.

Lucifer nipped at the skin under your ear, his hands continuing to rub over your hips as he pulled away looking down at her then over at Diavolo, “Assistance seems to be required with this one. So unkempt, she needs a lesson in how to refine herself.”

“Yes, I see what you mean, she is making quite the mess of the floor.” Diavolo walked up behind you, as he took the towel from around Lucifer’s neck. You blinked and found yourself swallowing hard as the two conversed, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable as the look in their eyes turned predatory.

“I know you're more than capable of attending to the front of her," towel in hand, Diavolo began by gently patting your hair between the folds, surprising you as he actually began helping you to dry off. "I can see why you're requesting assistance," he hummed but there was something sinister in the way he tried to sound innocent. Diavolo pulled his hands away and you cried out, shuddering on Lucifer's knee as the demon prince delivered a sharp spank to your ass.

"She's soaking wet and thinks she can speak without permission." His fingers groped your ass before running the towel down your thighs, to your ankles and back up, his hands kneading your cheeks through the towel. "Quite the handful indeed."

“Your behavior right now in front of the Prince is disappointing. You can't even form a coherent sentence." Lucifer saw the fire in your eye, your mouth opening to bite back but your breath caught in your throat as he pressed three of his fingers into your mouth. You glared but the look he gave melted you and you began lapping and sucking his fingers obediently.

“Now now, I think she’s starting to get better. Besides, how is she supposed to speak if you don't give her the chance to." Diavolo's claws snipped the fabric over your shoulders and cut through the straps of your bra. His gentle hands pulled the fabric down exposing your damp skin to the heat of the rolling fire between their bodies and from the fireplace.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as he tugged the fabric down further, freeing your breasts from their confines and tossing your bra gracefully into the fire. You wanted to whine but the prince took a step closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples and you cried out against Lucifer's fingers and he shoved then further into your mouth. Diavolo rested his head on your shoulder as his hands continued kneading and massaging your tits and he smiled innocently at Lucifer.

"I think she's behaving quite admirably so far but we do need to do something about this dress. It's almost a shame I wasn't able to see it fully. Oh well," his voice was filled with mock disappointment as his hands slid under the dress and along your stomach, down the front of your thighs, his thumbs hooking into and dragging your panties down with the dress.

Your body shivered as his nails bit into your flesh as the material pooled at your feet. The dress was snatched away and you found yourself being pushed further and harder onto Lucifer's thigh, your mind fogging over as hands roved around your body; one moving your hips forcing you to ride Lucifer's leg and two hands on your chest playing with your nipples simultaneously.

Your back arched and your head thumped against Diavolo’s chest and he chuckled, fangs nipping at the skin of your throat. You whined as his fangs pierced your skin, his hot tongue lapping at the blood that slowly dripped down. Lucifer removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned in to replace them with his tongue as his hand traveled down to your folds. You squeaked in surprise as his slick digits worked to stretch out your puckered entrance instead of your cunt. Sensing your confusion, Diavolo reached down to your thighs, hands scooping under your knees and hoisting you up. Your face heated up, flushed red as a tomato as he held you open in front of Lucifer, your legs spread wide. Lucifer hummed appreciatively but tsked as you turned your head to the side to try and hide, closing your eyes and biting your lip as you felt Diavolo’s erection pressed against the underside of your cheeks.

“You should know by now little one that you can’t hide from us.” The Prince’s words rolled over your skin like warm honey as his mouth attached itself to the crook of your neck, crying out as he bit down the same time Lucifer’s fingers re-entered your back side, working your muscles and stretching you out. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Lucifer’s hand gently guiding your chin to look back at him, his lips latching on to yours as both of his hands moved to prep and stretch both of your openings. His tongue invaded your mouth, brushing up against your own forcefully, saliva dribbled down your chin, swallowing your moans as you cried out from the pleasure that pooled from his ministrations.

Your mind barely registered the sounds of their pants being undone but you felt the dual presence of both their members pressed against your skin. Diavolo lifted you a little higher for Lucifer to guide the Prince’s erection into your cunt, coating himself with your slick juices and growling as he bit into your shoulder. Lucifer’s mouth went down to your chest, biting and tugging at your nipples, his tongue lapping to soothe the pain. Your eyes fluttered, back arching as Diavolo lowered you down, your cunt engulfing his over-sized demon cock. The stretch from his girth sent stars across your vision, toes curling, and your voice crying out as the heat that was building up released. Lucifer pulled away to watch your face twist up in orgasmic bliss, chuckling as he pumped his own erection a few times, inpatient to feel you convulse around him.

“Orgasms make for such a pleasant shade of red across her face.” Your mind barely registering the smooth baritone of Lucifer’s voice over the groans from the prince behind you. Your orgasm came as a surprise to the prince and he was losing his composure.

“I can see why you’ve taken such a liking to this human,” Diavolo’s voice rumbled with a growl as his claws bit into the soft flesh of your thighs, “I almost don’t want to share her.” Lucifer froze in front of you and Diavolo laughed, sighing as he pulled himself out of you, his tip re-aligning with your lower entrance. “Come now Luce, I said ‘almost.’” The prince nipped at your earlobe and started pushing his way inside. Your hands reached out to Lucifer and he didn’t hesitate to catch your arms, stepping closer to allow you to brace yourself on his biceps.

Taking a moment, Lucifer reached up to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his gaze soft as he took in your facial features looking for any signs of discomfort in your body language. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he brought himself in closer, his own cock pushing its way through your folds as he sealed his lips over yours. His mouth muffled your moans, your hips involuntarily bucking themselves to feel more of him, thrusting Diavolo’s cock further into you. Lucifer rolled his hips a few more times, grinding his hips into yours but it wasn’t enough for you. Even with the demon prince already inside of you, your core cried out for Lucifer.

“Lucifer, please,” the demons shared a look, a silent conversation, and Lucifer’s lips were back on yours as he snapped his hips, sheathing himself fully into you. Diavolo didn’t even wait for you to adjust before he started rolling his hips, his hands on your thighs moving you in tandem with his thrusting. Lucifer’s hands were on your hips as he set his pace, alternating with the prince.

Their thrusting felt like it was going to rip you in half, you reminded yourself that it’d be easy for them to do so, but your body accepted their girths nonetheless. You felt every ridge and bump as their cocks took their turns fucking you, one after the other, never feeling empty as they kept a steady pace. Cries and moans poured out from between your lips, noises you thought you’d never make outside your dreams, however you were completely ignorant from the strain on your throat. You wouldn’t be able to speak tomorrow but that was the furthest thing from your mind.

Their breaths like molten lava over your skin as the three of you panted, composure crumbling as their pace increased. Their thrusting became erratic, no longer working in tandem, their grip on your body tightening, your body bouncing as it tried to keep up. One of your hands flew up to wrap around the back of Diavolo’s neck, your nails digging into Lucifer’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

Diavolo’s chest rumbled against your back, letting out a low growl that reverberated through your soul and ignited your core. Their hands switched positions on your body. Sharp claws dug into your hips as the prince took full control over the pace, forcing your body to ride them in unison. Lucifer leaned forward, his teeth grazing over your collarbone sending sparks straight to your core and the pitch in your voice increasing as your body raced to its next orgasm.

Taking the hint, Diavolo lowered his head and sank his fangs into your shoulder, Lucifer followed suit biting into your collarbone. A shrill scream tore from your and your body froze before shaking violently as the dam holding back your orgasm broke open. Growls from both demons deafening in your ears as your muscles convulsed and tightened around them, chasing their own orgasms just moments after yours. The heat from their release filling you and their thrusting slowed to lazy rolls allowing your body to milk them, stuffing you with their cum.

Claws reverted back to fingers and they pulled their teeth from your flesh. You mewled as their tongues lapped at the wounds and cleaned up the blood. The hands from your hips disappeared and soft lips pressed against your temple in a chaste kiss. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when the prince ruffled Lucifer’s hair. Crimson eyes rolled and Diavolo let out his own chuckle and he stepped away. Lucifer moved his arms to help you stand upright, wrapping his arms around you after your feet touched the ground and your knees buckled.

Their seed leaked from you, you felt it running down your thigh and the prince practically purred in delight. In an instant, Barbatos was there with three plush robes, his visage polite and respectful but you were still riding the post-orgasm high to feel mortified in front of the other demon. Lucifer made sure to help you with your robe first, fastening the tie around your waist before donning his own robe.

Lightning cracked outside the mansion and you swore you saw Diavolo’s demon form in the flash of the light, his eyes briefly flashing with an unsatiated appetite. You blinked and he resumed his normal cheerful demeanor.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here and wait out the rest of the storm. Barbatos will show you to your room. Feel free to rest, recoup, whatever it is you two lovebirds do to pass the time.” His smile remained joyous but his eyes poured into yours with an intense heat. “Don’t hesitate to seek me out if there’s anything you need to make your stay more,” his voice dropped ever so slightly as he said, “enjoyable.”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo for accommodating us on such short notice,” Lucifer’s voice was cordial, but there was a playful glint in his eye as he responded to the prince. “I’m sure I can find ways to entertain Y/N until the rain stops but don’t worry, I’ll have her cry out your name if we need your assistance.”

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Just out of curiosity, why is futakuchi onna your favorite?

I just really like the idea of a girl with a big fanged mouth hidden in her hair and also hair-manipulation powers. I'm not sure why but hair-manipulation powers are a favorite of mine in terms of more obscure superpowers. It's also partially because I have nostalgia for Skullgirls and my favorite Skullgirls character (actually, characters, plural) was Filia and her parasite, Samson, who together made up a sort of "Venom if he was based on a two-faced yokai" scenario. and also if Venom had wound up like begrudgingly adopting his host instead of wanting to kiss him.

Basically, "pretty girl with secret sharp teeth and hair manipulation powers makes the sapphic part of my monsterloving brain go brrr"

I think you can make any yokai attractive, especially because every monster lover has different tastes, but my personal favorite is secret monster mouth and extra hair limbs lady. Though I at one point in the past had an interest in Aka Manto, the multitude of living object yokai I think are very fun (especially kasa-obake, how could you not love a funny umbrella guy with a face), I've seen some very pretty artist renditions of oni women, and I would definitely flirt with a Funayūrei. Ahoy, sailor!

(Scary/paranoia-inducing stuff below because I also decided to talk about the ones that scare me)

On the other side of the monster spectrum, the ones I find the most intimidating personally are Teke-Teke (I have a squick about severed torsos, which is perfectly reasonable, most people do I'm sure. But also the idea of a severed torso spotting you late at night and Running-In-The-90s toward you faster than you can possibly avoid and bisecting you at the waist once she catches up to you? Yeah that keeps me up at night sometimes), Umibōzu (the portraits of it give off a very uncanny "you're not supposed to be seeing this" vibe, and the idea of a giant appearing from the sea while you're sailing, and just treating your ship like a child playing with a toy boat in the bath, ignorant to your suffering? That's a scary thought to me. Kind of cosmic horror actually), the Gashadokuro/Odokuro (skeletons normally don't register as "scary" to me, but the idea of an absolutely massive skeleton appearing out of nowhere to bite your head off, and there's basically nothing you can do to stop it unless you were way prepared ahead of time...congrats, Japan, you actually made skeletons scary to me. That's not easy to do), and you know? Even today I still find myself hoping to never hear someone asking what color toilet paper I want while I'm using a public toilet. Laugh at Aka Manto being a toilet ghost all you want, no one wants to get murdered in a bathroom stall, and certainly not by a ghost.

A very special shout-out to the yokai I personally find the absolute most terrifying of all, Sukima-onna. First of all, whoever decided to create a legend about a supernatural being that hides in the gaps in doorways and under/beside furniture...I applaud your ability to play on my worst paranoia, but also, thanks for the nightmares. I still catch myself glancing warily at my slightly open doorway (to let the kitties in ^w^) any time I stay up too late. If I ever saw an eye looking back at me through that gap, I think I'd actually pass away on the spot. Whether or not it was only a sleep-deprived hallucination.

There's also something freaky and otherworldly about the Kunekune. At first, a yokai that only stands off in the distance and wiggles doesn't sound scary at all. But they've been said to cause madness and intense paranoia in anyone who looks at one for too long, and some tellings claim they're very difficult to look away from or even have a siren-like effect calling your eyes to them. It makes me think of cosmic horror again, and true cosmic horror along the lines of "you are like a germ to this thing, it does not see, know or care about you" like the Umibozu, or along the lines of "this thing is not from your world and its intentions are beyond your understanding, but they're definitely not good, and no conventional defense mechanisms of yours are going to work" like the Kunekune, are both horror tropes that REALLY get to me. Honestly the Kunekune would make GREAT Backrooms entities, it surprises me that as an urban legend they're considerably older...and probably based on something comparitively lame, like heat distortion on distant traditional Japanese scarecrows or hanging clothes. Or even lamer, eye floaters.

Maybe I should try to use my monster loving to work through my fears of these creatures. OR just write absolutely banging horror stories later on, since I do actually want to be a published writer.

[dreamii-yume]

Not a request! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡  Just Yume trying to dive into darker topics and kinks, that’s all lol Just a heads up in case the whole concept becomes a little too uncomfortable~  (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

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Lilia had been watching over his Darling for a very longtime, from beginning and all the way until the end. He had seen both her tears and her smiles, heard every cries and laughter, everything. He was with her throughout the thick and thins of her life. Yet, his Darling had always been a bar that he could never seem to reach no matter how high he could jump. She wouldn't let him, the world wouldn't let him, even a part of himself is preventing him from doing so.

He's sick of it all.

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It happened in the darkest of the night, in the middle of nowhere, in a no-named town.

Lilia stood high at the top of a bell tower as his menacing red eyes looked down on the chaos that was erupting before him. A gentle breeze blew on his hair so peacefully in contrast of the horrors that was happening from beneath. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips as he watched the flames engulf the houses of the unfortunate villagers, all running for their lives. Green flames roared intensely with no sign of stopping, destroying everything in its way. Bodies soon laying down on the ground one by one, quickly losing what little strength they have left either from a severe injury or the flames that caught up to them.

It was a heart-breaking sight, truly. Lucky for our protagonist though, it takes a lot more than disruption of harmony to break his heart.

Satisfied with view he got, the ancient fae jumped down from the tower, only to land ever so gracefully on the ground, his cloth having not a single wrinkle in them. Lilia looked around, the nonchalant smirk remaining on his face as his eyes observed every single thing around him. He found the green flames swallowing the poor humans' home pretty, like a sight of a bonfire in a camping trip. He walked around without the slightest bit of concern for the screams of anguish the people around him was letting out. Lilia even had the nerve to skip ever so cheerfully, humming as if he was walking around in wonderland.

Until, his sharp ears had heard it. A different kind of sound, buried deep within the terror around him.

Lilia stopped to look around, eventually following where he thinks the sound was coming from. It was quite the walk, he had to go through the corners of many burning houses with all its twists and turns, not to mention avoiding any flaming debris coming down at him. He couldn't really fathom it himself why exactly he was following this sound even after realizing what it could be. Perhaps it was the boredom finally getting to him that a single cry was enough to make him this curious? Even if he knew that he was risking the possibility of disappointment in the end, Lilia always thought of how it wouldn't hurt to try.

Finally, he reached a place far back from the center of the town, a cute little isolated house that was also unfortunately destroyed by the green flames. It had become quite the ruin, deteriorating far quicker than the other houses in the town, sparks of flames still remained to decorate the edges. Lilia approached the wreck of a house, finally coming into terms with a large of debris standing in his way. There was no doubt about it, this was where the sound of an adorable blabbing nonsense was coming from, or rather, underneath this material. With almost no effort at all, Lilia lifted up the debris like that of a window shutter and the price revealing itself to him.

Lilia blinked. It was just what he thought it would be.

A baby tucked neatly in a basket, covered ever so lovingly with a warm blanket. The creature sucked their own thumb as they stared at him curiously with big doe eyes.

Unlike other children in this size he's seen before though, this one smiled innocently upon seeing him, blissfully ignorant of their current situation and their once called home. They laughed, an adorable squeal coming out of them as they must've thought that Lilia was the seeker of a game of hide and seek. The fae was actually astonished on what kind of miracle had befallen on this one human baby to be able to survive such catastrophe. What incredible luck, the universe must've really wanted this poor child to keep on living, even if it's just for a few more minutes. Lilia couldn't help but to return to his usual, laid-back smile as he placed his free hand on his hips, careful to keep the heavy concrete from falling onto the baby.

At least he wasn't disappointed.

"It's unfortunate, isn't it? For us to have met like this." Lilia said, even if he knew that children at this age wouldn't understand any words he'll say. Finally, his hand grew tired of the debris' weight and eventually just threw it in the other direction. The tremors of it falling on the ground reached the child, causing them to laugh once more. Lilia stepped forward and crouched down to have a closer look at the baby who was reaching out for him with their cute, little hands. He chuckled and let them hold one of his fingers as some sort of entertainment.

The baby was very cute, with large (E/C) eyes staring back at him and plum rosy cheeks. Lilia also had come to the realization that the child was most likely a female considering how she was wearing such a cute, puffy dress and headband around her head. Her hair was already a bit longer, giving Lilia the conclusion that she must be at least close to a year old by now. Lilia also paid attention her little basket, it serves as her bed as a few toys were just laying around. Finally, Lilia noticed words written in the hem of her blanket, most notably, her name.

" '(Y/N)', huh..." Lilia read, looking back at the child, who actually responded well at the sound of her given name. He chuckled and brushed his hand on her puffy cheeks. "That's a wonderful name."

Suddenly, Lilia's ears perked as heavy footsteps were heard behind him but the fae did nothing but continue on playing with the giggling child. He didn't need to turn around to know whose presence was looming over him. "Malleus." Lilia called, closing his eyes as he unfortunately has to pull away his hand from the baby, earning a disappointed gurgle. He stood up from his spot before turning around and sure enough, it was the same horned fae that he expected it to be. "Have you had your fun? Are you ready to head back home?"

Malleus silently crossed his arms, not saying anything but his body language was enough for Lilia to understand his response. He then turned his attention towards the cradle of sunshine that his supervisor was so focused on. "A human child...?" Malleus exclaimed, blinking as he raised an eyebrow at the older fae. "Don't tell me that you're going to bring home another one?"

"Well...What can I say?" Lilia shrugged as he gently carried the baby in his arms, removing her from the basket. He smiled widely, his fangs shining under the moonlight as he joyfully spun the child. Lilia looked at Malleus with a cunning look in his eyes, something that the horned fellow had to sigh at. He brought the child close to his face, nuzzling in her warmth before giving her a slight tickle in the tummy, making the child laugh whole heartedly. "You know how much of a soft spot I have for children."

Lilia then brought the child close to Malleus, as if he was flaunting her to him. "See how adorable she is~? I found her under the rubble here and isn't it a mystery on how she survived this long?" He said, excitedly as the child matched his enthusiasm. Malleus merely grunted at his supervisor's behavior, watching him play with the kid in his arms. "I've always wanted to know how it's like to raise a girl, you know~? Like my very own little princess~!

"Besides, wouldn't Silver be delighted to have a sibling this cute?" Lilia said, listening to the child's gentle laughter, like that of bells ringing. "I personally think it'll be fantastic."

Lilia stared brightly at the child, like an angel given to him by God himself. She was certainly worth keeping, worth raising.

A child desperately spared by the universe, only to befall in the hands of someone like him.

No one was quite sure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

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Lilia raised you in a strange but ever-loving manner.

You were placed in a castle so grand, deep within the Valley of Thorns. You were protected, cherished, and loved by not only Lilia, but Malleus and Silver as well. Malleus soon grew fond of you like how Lilia had been the first time and had found himself unable to refuse your invitation to play with him. Silver had treated you like how a brother would, much like what Lilia instructed him to do so. You had no one to fill up the mother role in your very circle but when you already have three eccentric members in your family, what more could you ask for?

Lilia admits that he may have spoiled you a little more than he did with Silver. He would give you anything you would ask him for, even things that you never explicitly asked him about but still somehow, he knew you wanted. It was a bad habit he got from parenting you, but he couldn't help himself especially whenever you would give him those irresistible pleading eyes of yours. To his surprise however, you grew up just fine, you didn't hold any spoiled traits that he was dreading to see. You grew up wonderfully, having remembered all the kind manners and respect that Lilia had specifically engraved in your brain.

Lilia couldn't have been prouder.

"Me and Silver played Knights today! He was so cool! Swinging his sword with a swish and then, bam!" Your little mouth that had just learned how to talk, babbles on and on while making exaggerated hand movements. You were all tucked in your bed, completely dressed in your pajamas with Lilia beside you. He rests his cheeks on the palms of his hand, chuckling at your story. "You should come play with us too, Father! Malleus-sama said he would play as the dragon next time!"

It was already past your bed time but thankfully, Lilia wasn't that kind of overbearing parent that makes a fuss just because they're children aren't sleeping at the right time. Truth to be told, he loved the nights where he got to talk with you like this, hearing stories from you when he was away. "Oh my, that Malleus said that? How controversial~!" Lilia gasped, putting on a fake surprised expression just to entertain you. When he heard you giggled, that's when he returned to his usual, laid-back smile. "I'll come by when I get the chance, alright~? I'll make sure to be the knight who saves you, Princess~"

You giggled once again when Lilia playfully tapped your little nose. "Eh~? But Silver's already playing the knight! Father can't take over his role, silly~!" You said. "Father is better off just playing as Father!"

Lilia puffed his cheeks. "So you prefer Silver being your Knight over me~? How mean, I'm hurt~!" He faked a cry with no visible tears but still enough to pull on your heartstrings. "Did Silver finally became the replacement to the number one spot in my little Princess' heart, I wonder?"

Blinking, you quickly sat up and frantically shook your head in panic. "That's not true! Father is still number one in my heart!" You declared, eyes sparkling in innocence as you laid your head onto him, giving him a big hug. "Silver's a great knight, very cool and amazing, but that doesn't mean he can replace Father!

"I still love Father the most~!"

Lilia couldn't help but smile, feeling genuine warmth in his chest as he stared lovingly at your innocent self. He stroked your hair before leaning down and hugging your small frame in return. You grinned, prompting him to give you a light peck on the forehead, a symbol of deep love between father and daughter.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

This was your daily life. Comfortable, sweet, and wholesome, being well-taken care off by Lilia himself. You and Lilia built your relationship together as family until it grew so strong that things like being unrelated by blood does not matter anymore. He was your beloved father and you were his precious treasure, a jewel hidden away from the public's eye. You thought of how lucky you are, how your relation to one another would forever bloom as that of a parent and a child.

Lilia thought of the same thing as well.

…Until he, the wise ancient fae, who lived for who-knows how long, had made a grave mistake.

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Continue the spice~?

I hate how unnecessarily long this got...It probably got boring right at the end so, I’m very regretful about that.  <(￣ ﹌ ￣)> I didn’t know how to save it aaa- This drained me all of my creative energy way too much lol I’m currently working on three Sinfics at once and the next one is requested so, don’t worry~!  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[ceresoktavia]

1 and 14 for the writing ask, please! 💖

Thanks for the ask hun <3

What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

Well ... for me it is really the planing phase. When rough ideas are slowly getting more fleshed out, the bare bones of what wants to be a story growing flesh. It's so much fun, that I more than once ended up stuck in that phase, cause I can never deliver on the images my mind creates.

And trust me, these images are vivid and have cinematic quality 😂

14. Share a snippet.

As you wish 😘

Heavy sigh on his lips, the devil turned back to watch his wife converse with cubi from her former hive.

They were effectively swarming her, thanking her for the chance to finally live in peace.  The world around him seemed to stop existing as he watched the scenery. So many things could be different if things had taken a different turn.

When he locked eyes with her, he was surprised to see panic on her face. He heard her screaming his name, but it was dulled. Like his world was engulfed by layers and layers of cotton.

Then he felt the familiar warm rush of blood soaking his shirt and in his mouth. Looking down on himself, he saw a broad blade sticking out of his chest.

Time slowed to a crawl as he felt the blade withdraw, his body sacking to the ground. Unable to process what was happening, he once again looked at his wife, only for her to disappear.

The next thing he recognized was the wet, sickening sound of tearing flesh.

Turning his head, he saw a figure with heavy resemblance to Marlianken, but with a lot of added features she didn’t possess.

Sharp claws, a long fluffy tail, two additional horns as well as two additional ears. And if that wasn’t enough, her skin also showed markings that resembled the fur-markings of a red tabby. All tapped off by her holding a lifelessly dangling man up with one hand, while what was left of his throat remained in her other, blood soaked hand.

Thinking about how funny the coincidence was, the devil felt how someone dragged him away, his vision starting to get foggy. He heard someone shouting “Get the Grand Master to safety”, but it didn’t interest him. He was fine, wasn’t he?

People around him scattered like scared rabbits, but the scenery in front of him was so damn fascinating. Why did they flee anyways? It was just her.

When he saw her turning her head to the side, he also saw that she now sported large fangs, too large for her lips to conceal them anymore in fact. Opening her mouth, a strange mix of roar and hiss escaped her throat, as she tossed the lifeless body aside to dart after something, or someone, else.

That’s where his vision went completely blank, as the devil lost conscience.

[animeyanderelover]

Hi again! I probably said this before, but I adore this blog! Can I ask for another Grell request? With vampire darling who stays with her willingly 'cause she also love her and also doesn't mind when Grell kill someone because 'free snack' lol? She won't die if she go out in day light but will get physically weaker and might pass out from exhaustion if the sun is too hot/bright?

Awww! I adore you too🥺🥰.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing, clinginess

Vampire darling who stays willingly

🟥Girl would be enraptured, enamored and over the moon if her darling would love her, doesn’t matter if they’re human or something else.

🟥But if her darling is a vampire? She would be even more obsessed. Grell herself has razor sharp teeth, but she simply adores your fangs. And if your eyes flash red? It makes her heart go “Brrrr”.

🟥Grell would never force you to go out when finding out that you get weaker when getting in contact with daylight. If there should ever be a reason where she has to take you out she has already a long coat, a large hat and much more prepared to shield you from the sun. But if that isn’t the case you always stay in the house, every curtain closed to ensure that nothing will harm you.

🟥This works better with her timetable anyways since she’s most of the time working at night. She can take you with her and after she’s finished with her work she often takes you out on late night walks under the moon. It’s very romantic in her opinion. However, if it’s a very cloudy day or winter where the sun doesn’t shine she’ll drag you out to have some fun quality time.

🟥Grell has now a even better reason to kill someone. So you can have a proper meal. You just have to tell her that you’re hungry and she’ll instantly go for the kill. You prefer people with the blood type O? She’ll search for those people and will serve you a feast. She likes it to watch when you sink your fangs into someone’s skin and start sucking. Also often collects blood. You have a whole shelf at home where bottles with blood are piled. And she even makes the effort to sort them after blood type so you can always pick what you are currently thirsty for. Sometimes she’s a bit overeager with it so stop her or else there will be troubles with William.

🟥But she also wants you to suck her blood. She views it as very romantic when you do that. In her opinion it deepens the bond between you two. Just the feeling of your hot breath against her neck before you sink your teeth into her flesh and start sucking makes her weak in her knees. You should be careful with how much she wants you to drink from her blood. If you aren’t then she might faint some day from all the blood loss. Not that she would mind. You could suck her all dry if you want and she would be happy.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Mc being super drunk and dragging Cecelia to dance with her. At first Cecelia is worried about MC but ends up having fun dancing with her and enjoys her flirty drunk personality. At the end of the night, MC sinks into Cecelia’s embrace as they slow dance

Written by: @evoedbd​

The Saloon was alive. The throbbing heartbeat of the sleepy little town, Wisp Willow. As the sun sulked, and the moon reigned, the Saloon roused. Even the most straight laced of folk came in from the unforgiving cold, lured in by the smell of fine food, of cigar smoke and leather.  Of a home away from the homes many had left for their new start out in the Devil’s Backbone. People sat in clusters around their tables, laughter and chatter floating on a tide of wistful piano notes or a swish of Ada’s skirts. Some danced to the jolly jigs, kicking their heels and trying not to entomb their spurs in the floorboards in their drunken staggering. The sound of boots across the floor only added a beat, an intimacy to the din. Din which flittered by those seated around a table in the corner, just to the left of the door. The table with the greatest vantage point.

An odd bunch they were, none looking like another. No rhyme or reason as to why they’d be seated together, let alone throwing coin with laughter and barbs of their own. Yet not one person in that Saloon, dead drunk or stone cold sober, would deny how intimate the table was. How comfortable they were with one another. They shared the type of security come from risking life and limb together, they did. The Wardens. Nobody knew just what they did or who they were, precisely, only that even the Sherrif made way for them. That made folks antsy round them. It was safer to avoid that type of crowd when possible.  Less complications that way.   Thus, nobody paid them heed, offering the perfect place to relax and unwind for the unusual crowd.

“Who knew all it takes is a few drinks to make the Moonlit Outlaw play like crap?” At the table, Nathan Cayde’s voice cut above the din, the lilt of his voice strutting through the sound of the upbeat piano.  

That earned a huff from Roslyn Arosi, the forementioned Moonlit Outlaw.

Nathan’s earnest glee radiated from him, almost as if he were a cool breeze in the harsh frontier desert.  With his lively, deep blue eyes glimmering like a mirage, lips peeled into a good-natured smile.   It never ceased to amaze her how he could smile like this, as if his actions weren’t a one-way ticket to disappointment on a bad hoss.  Least he wasn’t some yellow belly, the way he gigged up to the table of cheats, seers and demons.  Perhaps his ghastly status was enough to earn him some reprise, yet it wasn’t bout to save his dignity.  A fact proven by the cackle which came from the impish woman across the table the moment Nathan’s money collided with the wood.

He shook his head, drawing Roslyn’s attention. His wavy locks, one many might be long to cut to lessen such a beautiful man, proved aptly distracting to The Moonlit Outlaw. Lord’s mercy, was it wrong to want to run her fingers through those fine hairs?  To see if the beginnings of curls felt as smooth as they looked?  It wasn’t like she was fixing for his bed, nor pressed for fine company in said regard, but watching those locks bounce with every tilt of his head, or the broody fix of his chapped lips, roused a curiosity in her drunken state.  She watched the ends bounce round his jawline, contrasting the harsh line of his beard. A beard better suited to the Ace-High parts of town, a dab too neat for the rougher parts, but by the devil’s charm did it gruff up Nathan’s otherwise baby like face.   For all his chiseled jawline, the grizzled gauntness to his cheeks and heavier brows, his petite little nose added this aspect of utter adorability to the man, enough that the moonlit outlaw found herself fixing to bop it… or maybe poke it?  A little pinch to the adorable button?

She settled for a sloppy poke to his cheek, which earned a chorus of amused laughter.  Even Roslyn laughed, though, she wasn’t quite sure why.  It felt good to laugh with friends, to let go, even with Fiona sitting across the table like a predatory cat ready to devour the mice.  Roslyn swore she could almost see a tail swishing, though that might have also been the alcohol flooding her veins.

“Come on, Roslyn.  Show us some spark.” If Nathan’s voice had been a strut, Fiona’s goading words were a skip.  A teasing, coy swish of skirts and mysterious smile to match the Seer’s very nature.   Keen, golden brown eyes twinkled; their brightness only intensified by the smudged, dark eyeshadow. Fiona made no effort to hide her borderline sadistic mirth as she sized up the table, lording her knowledge over them with taps of her armored fingers against the backs of her cards and a subtle glint of teeth in an overly satisfied smirk, added to a subtle downturn of a pointed chin to her collar; a demure little jest between those at the table.  The almost childish image of braids peeping from beneath her hood added to long with the tufts of an unevenly cut fringe, didn’t detract from the spooky allure. Here she was, optimism and mischief, cheekiness and mysterious magnetism set upon an undercurrent of a mournful disconnect, all wrapped into a woman strutting a line between adorable and sexy with an element of spook that set many hearts fluttering.  Of course, butterflies did nothing to soften the downright wicked grin as Fiona continued tapping, a subtle reminder to all that the only other human at the table held the future in her palms.  Was savoring her victory, toying with everyone there like an adolescent cat having found a wayward old mouse.

“She’s saving it for her bed tonight.” Sascha purred, the wicked upturn of his lips leaving nothing to speculation when it came to the meaning of his words.  As always, his voice was almost liquid sex, a dose of lust accompanying his crude observation. Roslyn could almost feel heated breath across her ear, the seduction in the words translated directly to her soul, drawing out every memory of what could follow.  His little trick radiated through the room, had women shuffling awkwardly in their seats, men clearing their throats just a tad too loudly as they tugged at their neck ties.  Even the pianist stuttered, a key pressed a tad too roughly, slipped off.

A mood killer if ever there was one.  Roslyn flinched, hand tipping for the briefest moment.  Enough for Sascha to get a glance of her cards, she wagered.

Sascha Orosco looked far too pleased with himself as he slouched back in his chair, fixing the table with one of his feline grins.  An expression designed to be kissed away, hard and demanding.  All lust and unquenched heat. A devil’s snare if ever there was one.  Not that a jawline stronger than a king’s military didn’t help, nor those high cheekbones, sharp enough to cut yourself on.  He was the type of man momma told you not to run off with, the type who promised to leave you ruined by the time he burned through you… but being burned was too much a thrill to ignore.

“A chance to play to the gallery?  I’d love to” The witch retorted, words slurring together a little.  She had to pretend not to notice the ripple of concern travel throughout the group.  The guilt briefly illuminating Sascha’s magenta eyes. Darn it all, she hadn’t meant to find herself so deep in cups, hells bells, she’d even partaken of less than her usual amount.   She never should have listened to Sascha, have branched from her usual poisons.   She may be a woman of many, many vices, but her vices were all kept rightly in check.  If not by her own efforts, then by her partner’s.  When working alongside the Desert Rose of the Devil’s Backbone, one learned quickly to keep their wits about them.

Her lips twitched.  She was always aware of the regal vampire’s presence.  The untamed beauty. A queen of the night, much like the Queen’s in a few hands.  It was easy to imagine Cecelia’s face upon those cards, fangs and bloodied butterflies, sharpness nipping at the fingers touching her, or a blow to Nathan’s boots.  His grunt was enough for Roslyn’s magic to spark, to bring about the drunken images of dancing numbers, of beating hearts and digging spades.  Effortless.  A breath.  A laugh at the startled faces of her competitors, except Fiona.   The mystic was too busy smiling like a cat who’d just lapped up the last of the cream.

“Ahhh.”  The seer began, her voice amazingly bored.   A dexterous flick of her wrist had her cards spraying across the table, a pair of aces hiding amongst them, to land directly in front of a grumbling Nathan.

“Well… I fold.” Fiona’s casual surrender was delivered with a perfectly innocent shrug.  Roslyn’s eyes narrowed.  Even sunken to the ocean floor, she could read that something was… off?  It wasn’t her hood.  Perhaps pantihose?  No, somehow Fiona didn’t seem the sort to be reactive to that kind of thing.  Or rather, not reactive in this way… With her dress being so short, wouldn’t everyone know if she was taking command of her nethers?

“Say what now?” Nathan gaped; his eyes fixed on her cards for a split second before shifting back to her face.

“I thought you were using your gifts to win, not buy all my expensive drinks.” Roslyn’s barb was met with a chuckle from the table, along with another innocent gesture from Fiona… Roslyn wasn’t buying the act.  Not for a single second.  Not even with Fiona’s money.

“You’re an absolutely delightful drunk, Miss Arosi.  A worthy cause to lose a days payment to.  I fold.”  Sascha purred, his charm laid on thick, complete with a playful wink as he laid his cards down.   Roslyn couldn’t relax, couldn’t focus, couldn’t think.  Her eyes shifted between smirks, between sly grins exchanged around the table, all the way to Nathan’s grouchy huff.

“You’re not the ones who have to manhandle her and her little demon.  I fold.”

“Hold on now!” Roslyn began, hand sliding across the table as she tried to right herself, intent on giving the cowboy a piece of her mind.  It failed of course, given the room begun to swim, her chair tilted, until she surrendered to gravity and allowed herself to fall, full bodied onto the table.

“I’m the one roostered one, not Enzo.”

“If I don’t copper my bets, this game will last hours… besides, I foresee you’re going to be busy.” Fiona continued to tease, lifting a hand to dramatically touch the space between her eyes.  She acted up the gig, Cheshire smile fixated so firmly in place Roslyn doubted when a herd of mustangs could drag it down.  Sascha straightened before she could retort, his eyes shifting to the door, brightening with rich amusement and a deep seeded satisfaction, his need for lust sated for the moment.

“I foresee five foot ten.  A rather fetching jawline.  A smile sharper than moonlight on a starless night-”

“Cecelia!” Roslyn realized out loud, jerking up in her chair.  She didn’t even hear Sascha, nor the table.  There was a serenity to the presence approaching her, like the moment one went underwater in a cool, refreshing lake… followed by the hyperawareness of every droplet of water running across one’s skin when they surfaced; the jitters assaulting her in full swing.  Those pesky nerves marched down her arms, lifting the hairs in places many might say hairs had no place rising.  The moment before lightning sizzled in her veins, even as the breath of calm approached her from behind.

Instinctively, Roslyn turned to that presence, letting her gaze fall upon the Desert Rose.

“I didn’t even get to the marble bust-”

“Have some respect for the woman. She’s your boss!”  Nathan’s scolding served as a timely interruption for Sascha’s playful leering.  The Demon’s brows ceased wiggling, flicking for a breath before he commented offhandedly.

“I forgot I was drinking with a prude apparition.”

“I’ll give you an apparition.” Nathan grumbled, reaching for his bottle.  Bottle?  That was a good idea! Her mouth was quite dry after all, her head empty. Where was Roslyn’s drink again? Blindly, she groped around the table for it, only to find the welcoming rasp of well-loved wood.

“Judging by the gleam in your eye, Sascha, Roslyn’s providing quite a soaked feast.” Fiona’s words drew Roslyn’s attention.   Damn it, the Seer’s golden eyes had too knowing a glint to them, a cat who’d gotten the cream, complete with a little milk moustache.  Sascha wasn’t much better.  The Incubas was practically preening as he leaned back in his chair, lazy, Cheshire smirk forming across her unfairly attractive lips.

“Half the patrons are.  The Desert rose makes quite an entrance.”

That she did.  Even across the room, Cecelia cut an intimidating figure.  A blade through the night, straight to Roslyn’s gut.  Goddess, Mother of Night, was Cecelia able to make an entrance.  Demons strutted, Fiona kind of skipped, Nathan had this floatiness to him.  But Cecelia… Cecelia redefined reality.  The world existed only to be a backdrop to the Supernatural perfection of every step, smoother than any criminal could hope to be, the perfect predatory stalk reimagined into casual yet purposeful strides… So many conflictions that SHOULDN’T work, but Lord did they work for Cecelia Visconti.

Roslyn was stuck watching, breath catching at each stride, at the flex of those impossibly strong legs clad in form fitting charcoal black trousers.  The casual confidence in those strides, the power of those legs… Roslyn had ridden horses with less.  The smallest part of sense in her brain warned her to look away, her sluggish body thought that meant down.  Straight to the vine engravings across Cecelia’s boots, gold gleaming across chocolate straps, which in turn bound midnight leather… it was a miracle that Roslyn did not collapse to her knees, that she could fight the urge to press her lips to those vines in devotion.  Why else did such a perfect being exist if not to be worshipped?

“They damned well better be respectful about their thirsts.  Cecelia could rightfully have their heads.” Nathan’s continued griping bought Roslyn a moment of clarity.  The entire table could hear the underlying, unspoken threat to Nathan’s statement.  That if Cecelia did not claim the heads, that Roslyn might have a collection of balls to kick down the streets.  An image which had said Witch snorting before taking another healthy swig of her booze.

“Doubtful she’ll notice when Roslyn’s half seas over. She’ll soak up all of Cece’s attention.” The way Fiona practically purred the last word left very little to the imagination.

“She does seem to have partaken of too much alcohol.” The unmistakable voice of Cecelia Visconti echoed in Roslyn’s ears, serenading her mind in an untouched vault of time for sober her to process later on.  This was accompanied by a grounding touch to her far shoulder, the tips of Cecelia’s claws prickling through Roslyn’s cottons.  The Witch surrendered to baser instincts, shuddering with delight as she leaned back into the Vampire, head resting against the Immortal’s lace covered shoulder, and downright shamelessly admired Cecelia’s visage.

Cecelia was a beauty unlike any Roslyn had seen.  The Vampire was every inch as regal as the Princesses from the worn fairytales tucked away in Roslyn’s rucksack.  She was also the mysterious seductive huntress from the penny dreadfuls hiding beneath Roslyn’s pillows.    Her lips were fine, bathed in midnight red which stood starkly from skin the delicate shades of fallen snow.  Her pale complexion blended the cut of her jaw into the graceful heights of her cheekbones.  The faintest dappling of blush concealed that supernatural perfection, blending Cecelia with the land of the mortal living.  Even across the room, the deep greens and greys of her garb seemed unable to dull the glorious mane of chestnut, the luxurious hair hanging down below her shoulders… all lost to the devil’s snare of winter greys.  Gentle eyes made to appear angular by an overly generous portion of eyeliner and smokey red eyeshadow.

“Or perhaps of a more potent variety.  Tricks of an Incubas, perhaps?” Cecelia’s comment was accompanied by an accusatory brow arched in Sascha’s direction.  Despite the inconvenience, Cecelia somehow seemed amused, fit to saw the Incubus. A mental game where she was steadily tightening a noose around the Incubus’ throat as she smiled.  An undisguised trap she practically dared Sascha to sacrifice himself to, for what she might do if he didn’t simply acknowledge the corn.  It seemed Sascha was not willing to take the risk, given his simple response.

“I would be amiss not to slake a lady’s thirst.”

“Slake?” Nathan demanded, laughter dancing beneath his tones.

“More like you aimed to drown her.  She’s as full as a tick!”

At the confessions, at her victory, Cecelia seemed to preen.  A quiet, subtle shift to how she held her head.  She’d had her blood, albeit metaphoric, and was sated for the moment.  The quiet tinge of smugness remained as she gathered her chair, and proceeded to ignore how the wood screeched as she dragged it across the floorboards.  Even as she gathered her own chair, she never jostled her shoulder, never disrupted Roslyn’s drunken obsession.  If anything, the Vampire seemed to encourage it, given the playful flicker of a wink she offered Roslyn once she finally managed to claim her seat.

It was unfair how such a simple expression could have Roslyn’s cheeks flushing with more than the warmth of her booze.  How Cecelia’s quiet intensity could shake the Witch’s very foundations, until she had to look down like a blushing maiden.  Of course, that meant she was face to bust with Cecelia.  Hells Bells, she just wanted a fair shake at seeming like she had a control on her libido.

But how was it a fair shake when said bust was concealed only by see intricately decorated, rose vined lace which left the sharpness of her collarbones exposed like the worst kept, sexiest secret this side of the Devil’s Backbone?  Roslyn’s cheeks flushed at the realization that it was not merely the lace panels of her grey button up, but Cecelia’s lacy undergarments that added to the teasing vision.  It was only running into the hard edge of grey across the swell of Cecelia’s forementioned bust that broke Roslyn out of her thoughts, and mercifully tore her from the teasing of the black corset defining Cecelia’s boddice.

“Not to worry, miss Visconti, I’ve left a particular thirst for your enjoyment.” The Incubus commented, his pointed gaze fixed out on Roslyn and her current occupation.  The entire table shuffled, gazes anywhere but where Roslyn’s was.    That didn’t make sense to the drunken Witch.  Cecelia was stunning, why ignore that?  It wasn’t like Cecelia was hid- oh… Leering wasn’t becoming.  But it was Cecelia!  Innocently, Roslyn’s gaze rose, meeting Cecelia’s.  Amusement twinkled there, the gleam of waves in oceans far deeper than anybody could comprehend.  Whatever darkness swum in those depths were known to the depths alone, much like Cecelia’s thoughts.   Much like her pains.  It may have been the booze talking, or the heat of Cecelia’s gaze, but Roslyn was willing to drown in those depths if only to take a droplet of the pain from Cecelia’s lonesome.

“It seems this Witchling is drawn to things both deadly and beautiful.” Sascha’s words fell un unhearing ears.

“Cecelia, lovely, dance with me!” Roslyn was urging, sacrificing her place of comfort to spring to her feet.  She lurched, held only by Cecelia’s gentle arm around her waist.  The Witch fell, sprawling into Cecelia’s arms with nothing more than an excited giggle.  The vampire’s chest heaved with suppressed laughter, even as those talons came to brush some of Roslyn’s hair away from a clammy forehead.  There was such a tenderness to Cecelia’s innocent gesture, something that stole the breath from Roslyn’s chest even as Cecelia’s lower voice came.

“Oh Witchling, I doubt your feet would hold you to these tunes.”

“Don’t worry, Cece,” Fiona began, that mischievous grin coming back tenfold.

“I foresee the music is about to change.”

For a brief moment, Roslyn and Cecelia stared at the seer, both processing her words.  The Saloon had fallen quieter, the makeshift dancefloor abandoned as the melancholy notes of the piano rung.   It was as if the patrons dared not speak over the beauty, the story each note wove through their ears.

“I suspect this is more foreplaned than foreseen.” The note of skepticism within Cecelia’s voice had the table smiling.  Even the lord of disapproval himself seemed to find something endearing about the antics.  A series of shared glances and grins launched a silent debate, who would take the fall and who would claim credit.  A blink, a shuffle of the cards, a twitch of a brow.  The quirk of lips, then a glance towards Kellen. Finally, it was the brave little Seer who spoke up.

“I see the jig is up.  Would you deny us our entertainment, Cece?” Fiona wheedled, her eyes large and brimming with their innocence, a display of her deceptive talents.  Nathan didn’t even try to put on a puppy face, instead tipping his head in an effort to hide behind his hair.  Sasha’s attempt at a convincing face looked more suited to a brothel.  Then, there was Kellen.

Concern on his face was… it didn’t belong.  The demon’s exotic face was practically carved to express disapproval.  From his low set brow resting over the most worn, blazing eyes of literal hellfire, he gauntness to his cheeks which led into the sharp angle of his jaw.  Hells Bells, even his lips were the damn poutiest Roslyn had ever laid eyes on.  His face was young enough to be brotherly, yet the transition from dark black to frosty white along each tussle of hair gave the salt and pepper look of a father.  Double doses of disapproval and disappointment, nuff to drag one’s stomach out their pucker and their heart into their gut.  Heck, if his regality didn’t drown you, his dapper stylings were able to remind everyone that he was better.  That he was far further refined than any mortal clutching at the nature of sophistication he had in the toes of his boot, nevermind his whole visage.

Why was he concerned now, of all times, for her?  They clashed, so violently.  He was due process, whereas she was chaos.  She was the one who’d swept into town off of theft from murderers, and in turn pocketed their finest Ranger as her partner in, well, law.  Criminally amazing law.  Right, so she and Visconti also chaffed each other at first, yet how they’d come together as a team was leaving the other Wardens in the dust.  They were better, she’d admit that while sloshed.  They got things done, they helped PEOPLE as people instead of objectives.  Instead of seeing that, Kellan seemed more disturbed that his Ranger was straying from the rigidness he’d shackled her in.  Shackled to save… Mother night, it was fucked up.  What he’d sacrificed and endured as punishment for revering life.

Cecelia. That was their common ground.  Kellan might have been the man to have raised Cecelia, but he was not the one to draw her from her shell.  He wasn’t what Roslyn was to the vampire.  His presence was order, was the reminder of Cecelia’s indirect imprisonment.  Roslyn was chaos.  The freedom. Kellan was the ground, where Roslyn was the sky.  Cecelia needed both, but for so long she’d been kept on the ground due to the hurricanes in her life.  Roslyn refused to lose Cecelia to those hurricanes, just as she refused to accept that Cecelia should never use her wings.  Yet, if she were Kellan, she doubted she could let go any easier than he. Kellan was Cecelia’s childhood, when she needed him.  Roslyn was Cecelia’s true stride into adulthood, her testing of the shackles the Ward had groomed her to praise.   Of all the nights, this was the one where Roslyn was the direction everyone needed Cecelia to step.  The fact she lingered… this was way too heavy for her drunken mind to wrangle.

Cecelia’s loud sigh signaled her surrender.

“I suppose a dance in an innocent enough request.”

The table broke into cheers, all save Kellan taking up the encouraging chant.

“Dance.  Dance, dance, dance.”

Kellan’s lips merely twitched into an approving line, a sip of his drink concealing the encouraging nod he sent Roslyn’s way.  Somehow, her drunken mind latched onto the sense of victory, the acceptable and belonging of a family she’d never truly had.  It was enough to make her smile, to lean closer to the cool body she’d been warming.  Cecelia, for her credit, remained composed.  Quite a feat, given she had a lap full of drunken Witch and a table chanting for her to make a public spectacle of herself right in front of the man who’d raised her.  How she was so composed, Roslyn had no idea, only that this was not the night she’d envisioned.  She needed to see that youth that immortality had preserved in Cecelia for so long.  Needed to see those cheeks flush and that stoic veneer crack.

“Come on, lovely, I know several dances that don’t need any music.” The Witch purred, squirming, wiggling her rump deeper into the cave of Cecelia’s body until she could safely turn.  Still, Cecelia barely seemed phased, watched with those gorgeous eyes.  What Roslyn wouldn’t do to see the disguise fall way.  To see the blood moon of the Visconti vampire.  If even for a blink.  With two fingers, pointer and middle, Roslyn stroked from the hinge of the jaw, a teasing touch that whispered across chilled flesh and fell from Cecelia’s pointed chin.  As if she might wipe away the illusion, to see those terrifying depths.  Was it even a case of willingness to drown anymore?  Or had it become desire?

“You seem bereft of what little propriety you usually possess, little Witchling.” Cecelia’s response was delivered quietly, the tone relaxed, almost indifferent, save for the smallest catches.  What such a tone did not possess was what urged Roslyn to push harder.  Dared her, even.  Then, there was Cecelia’s hand, lifted to catch hers.  The Vampire prevented Roslyn’s second pass at a touch, yet those talons caught the Vampire’s earlobe, tugging it lightly even as she guided Roslyn’s hand down.  All Roslyn could do was stare, lose herself in the depths of Cecelia’s eyes once more.  Hunting.  This was a hunt, the thrill running down Roslyn’s spine.  Cecelia, the perfect prey, thus far… but how could a mere mortal hunt immorality? Unless… said immortal was playing the game.

That drew the most unholy of smirks to Roslyn’s face, even as she worked to throw one of her legs over Cecelia’s.  Her legs hung, toes swinging, weight supported by nothing save the vampire.  Flying and grounded.  Earth and sky.  Roslyn was the prey, with a hunter gracious enough to allow her dignity.  All it would take is one movement, one moment where Cecelia lost herself or lost her patience, and Roslyn would bear the cost.  She was so close to the fire, playing with an inferno.  She had Cecelia between her thighs, more power than the most expensive stallion from any estate in the east.  If Cecelia bucked…  The Witch wanted that. She wanted Cecelia to buck, wanted the Vampire to lose her patience, to cling with more than the gentle hands against the curve of her waist.  

“You could bereft me of far more, darling.” She purred, letting the huskiness of alcohol sink her voice into the sinful satiny tones.  In a motion as smooth as silk, for a drunk at least, Roslyn slunk her arms around Cecelia’s neck, fingers weaving into the vampire’s glorious locks even as she rocked herself closer, leaving no space between herself and Cecelia.  She had to cling with her thighs, squeeze the Vampire so she could lift herself out of the chair, to look down at her huntress.   The Witch could only swallow, licking her lips before leaning close enough that her next words were only for the Vampire’s delicate ears.

“Then…” The Witch let her breath brush the shell of Cecelia’s ear, the tease of the corner of her mouth adding in as she let her words become heated.  The filthiest things, every dark desire, her deepest secrets painted in the most scandalous of tones she could muster.  Requests, nay, demands that would have demons blushing.  That HAD demons blushing.

“HAH!” Fiona laughed in absolute awe; eyes blown wide.  Roslyn’s met hers, the Witch giving that unholy smirk to the Seer for a split second before even Fiona found herself overwhelmed on Cecelia’s behalf.

“Oh hells… please stop.” Nathan groaned desperately, face flushed, eyes haunted.  He had to avert his gaze when Roslyn’s teeth closed around Cecelia’s ear.

“Oh, please do continue. This is delightful… is she truly that flexible?” Sascha barked with glee, a glimmer of a demonic tongue brushing across his lower lip.   The Incubus fed, eyes seeming to glow as he took in such a potent meal before him, only encouraged by the appearance of little horns peeking from beneath the table.

“According to the Lady’s Arms patrons? My mistress is the most flexible human they’ll ever meet!” Enzo declared almost proudly, earning a few tensed chuckles at the implications of such a statement.  Roslyn was far too drunk to care.  Lost in alcohol and power, in the game she so desperately needed to win, but so desperately wished to lose.  Was there anything but victory from such a game?  Something so pure could never be a loss, not for her, not for how the flames were licking up her spine. She could feel it, Cecelia’s composure cracking.  It came in the pricks of talons.  In the occasional flex between her thighs, something she answered with another dirty line expressing her appreciation.  How close could she dance to this fire before it consumed her?  It seemed she was never going to find out given the look of horror on Kellan’s face as he finally, FINALLY, spoke up.  Given his discomfort, she couldn’t help but silently query if his voice was the only thing rising.

“Cecelia! For the seven layers of hells and every bell that might ring, shut Arosi up! Those of us with fine hearing don’t wish to hear such-”

“I’m sure I can find something to occu-”

Cecelia never let Roslyn finish. Cecelia’s hand came to her jaw, cradling it sweetly even as the pad of her thumb fell tenderly across the Witch’s lips.  All it took was a single talon, pressed ever so tenderly to Roslyn’s lips for the Witch to still, to surrender. The moment Roslyn did, Cecelia gently slid her thumb away, caressing the line of Roslyn’s lip then the swell of her cheek, a gesture which stilled Roslyn’s heart.

“Quiet now, Witchling. I’ll give you your desired dance if you cease haunting our ghost. Your brazen attempts to make me blush are for naught.” The Vampire urged, corners of her lips twitching, teasing the smile Roslyn was so devoted to drawing out.  The table, the Saloon, the world.  Everything in existence needed to see the radiance.   Such a small expression, something so simple and true, such beauty it could chase the darkness of evil from the comforting shadows of night.

“Give me an hour.” The Witch said, giving a sloppy waggle of her brows.  That did it.  Cecelia cracked, lips quirking up into the fondest smirk Roslyn had ever laid eyes on.

“You would be asleep within ten ticks, much less an hour.” Cecelia’s comment was delivered on a smile.  Forever gentle hands gathered beneath the Witch’s thighs, holding them steady before Cecelia merely stood up, baring the weight as if it were that of a feather instead of an entire being.  For a second, Roslyn simply indulged, smiling peacefully as she leaned her forehead into Cecelia’s collar.  She was warmer, warmed by her contact with Roslyn, yet still refreshingly cool, enough that Roslyn could feel her body drooping into the relaxation, a realm of half consciousness and safety.  Then Cecelia wasn’t holding her.  Falling.  She yelped, clawing at Cecelia.

“Careful!” The Vampire was equally as quick.  One hand caught beneath her thigh, encouraging the leg around her waist even as the vamp’s other arm wrapped around her torso.  Again, she was weightless, held aloft by Cecelia’s strength.  Again, she was entangled with the Vampire, wrapped around her, poised to climb her like a tree if only she had the courage and lack of… Oh no. She absolutely had the lack of propriety down.  Drunken misbehaviour.  The brattiness, in public, complete with the clinging.  The wicked gleam in Cecelia’s eye as she led Roslyn to the makeshift dancefloor… The Witch’s cheeks flushed, leading her to curse her complexion.  There was no way anybody was going to miss her blushing, nor her previous antics. Hells, she was never going to live this down, not if the smirk upon Cecelia’s face was any indication.

“I won’t dance if it proves a danger to you.” The warning was given light heartedly, a soft, intimate whisper as Cecelia drew Roslyn in close.  Already, it was apparent the Witch barely had her feet, yet as always Cecelia was there to ground her.  To be the very ground she stood upon.  Without a blink, Cecelia had Roslyn standing on her feet, had her held impossibly close.

“How else are we meant to celebrate the date you were born?”

The innocent question punched the air from Cecelia’s immortal lungs.  Mother night, it tore her back hundreds of years.  Back to when the day held meaning.  To memories of a time before Kellan.  Before the Ward. Where the ballrooms were alive, where she… The answer was so close, yet so far.  So very, very far from Cecelia’s grasp.   All she could do was sigh, was close her eyes and lean her cool forehead to Roslyn’s clammy one with a solitary observation.

“You know.”

“Of course I know. It’s important to know that about your family!” Roslyn’s earnest statement lured Cecelia’s eyes open, the impact of the unspoken acknowledgement a gift unlike any she’d received in her long life.   She smiled, not one of her above mortality, tragic smiles, but a true smile, complete with a glimmer of fang. It was a smile which shook Roslyn to the core.  Upon Cecelia’s feet, Roslyn finally stood at even height, their faces aligned.  It was effortless, to lose herself in the beauty of Cecelia’s face so close to her own.  To feel how their breath mingled in the tiniest of spaces between their lips.  With a flush unattributed to alcohol, the Witch babbled on.

“It took a lot of magic though. And Kellan.” The conclusion of Roslyn’s explanation only proved her dedication.  For Roslyn to willingly have sought out Kellan, to have chosen to confide in him, even for Cecelia… It went beyond Roslyn’s appreciation for him as someone in Cecelia’s life, or as her boss.

“It is alarming is that you, of all of us, got him to the table.” She noted.  An absolutely monumental understatement.  Their conflict went beyond Kellan’s hazing a tenderfoot approach to Roslyn as a member of the team. Truth be told, Cecelia had half expected Roslyn to give Kellan a bad plum in leu of an apple when Kellan declared the trials.   Their tensions even went further than Roslyn thinking Kellan a ten-cent man, and he finding the Witch to be a bag of nails.  It was her.  Roslyn’s issues had only grown worse once she knew precisely what Kellan’s role had been in Cecelia’s upbringing.

Just as his hostility towards Roslyn had only increased once he recognised her connection to Cecelia. The temptation she could become, had become.  What she was only proved to be the icing on one very hostile cake.  The fact that they were beginning to bury the hatchet, instead of simply co-exist was just another priceless gift.

“I wanted you to have fun, and instead lost myself in my cup trying to flavour my blood before you even arrived. I was going to let you bite me so we could watch the sunrise. Sascha suggested some different drinks… I ruined your surprise! I’m going to be grouchier than a bear with a sore head come morning.” Roslyn deflated, squeezing her hand just that little tighter on Cecelia’s bicep.

“Then it seems we will both be hiding from the sun.” Cecelia sighed, unable to conceal her smile as she leaned back.  The tickle of Roslyn’s hair against her nose was the smallest of prices to pay to deliver the gentlest kiss to the Witch’s forehead.  A gesture which had Roslyn smiling too, creeping from the melancholy that had been nipping at her heels.

“You’ll be a…” Cecelia trailed off, mischief brewing in her stormy eyes. As she continued in a sing song voice.

“What is it you called me?  An adorable, grumpy little muffin?”

“You were all pouty! an’ to think, here I was tryin’ ta be nice to ya.” The Witch laughed, shaking her head a little at the gall Cecelia had to throw her own words back at her. That was a low blow.  Totally uncalled for… adorable too.  A little kitten mewling.

“I sincerely appreciate the sentiment, little delinquent.“ Cecelia crooned in return.  Roslyn shrugged, unable to focus on anything but the gentle curve of Cecelia’s lips.  The hint of fangs behind the midnight red curtain.  Mindlessly, Roslyn tipped her head forwards, playfully nuzzling the Vampire’s jaw before her ear once more settled over Cecelia’s shoulder, forehead nestled into the safety of Cecelia’s neck.  There, tucked away in the scoop of Cecelia’s body, swaying in slow circles to the sweetest notes of a steady piano, Roslyn yawned, her smile shifted into contentment. Cecelia sighed too, tilting her head so that she could rest her cheek to Roslyn’s temple.  Together, they swayed, enraptured by one another, lost on the tide of the piano’s melody.  Cecelia, drowning in the orchestra of Roslyn’s heartbeat.  Of her soul.  All of which fell secondary to the sweetest whisper, like the touch of wind across the desert on a still night.

"Happy Birthday, Lady Cecelia Visconti.”

“Thank you.”

Cecelia’s response was honest.  Sincere.  Spoken from the heart.  Even drunk, Roslyn could see it in her eyes.  How gentle they were, soft, with a droopiness to them.  For once, it was not Cecelia trying to appear harsher, nor watching for danger.  There it was. The chasm in the veneer Roslyn had so desperately desired, mere millimetres from her face.  Overwhelming, like how the Sun’s light drowned the moon out every day, but still the moon shone, as did every star. Only, they were within Cecelia’s eyes.  Mother Night, they were in Cecelia’s eyes.  Roslyn could only smile, even with her cheek rested to Cecelia’s lace covered shoulder, giggling at the tickle of Cecelia’s hair in conflict with the scratchiness of the lace.

“So,” Roslyn begun, her smile only growing as she saw Cecelia tilt her chin that little bit closer, as if trying to connect their gazes once more.

“are you ready to tell me how old you really are?”

Cecelia cracked.  Her warm, rich laughter vibrated in her chest, disrupting Roslyn’s resting place.  When faced with such a thing, what else could be done but to giggle along, to bathe in a moment where the weight of the world was not upon their shoulders?  Where they could be young, drunk and ditzy without it leading to the cost of lives.  Where the Ward had no power to punish Cecelia, or leverage her life against Kellan.  Where, they could just be.  Roslyn laughed too, turning her head so that she could playfully try to sneak a kiss through the lace over Cecelia’s collar.  Whether it was the pressure, the heat of her mouth or the wet of her kiss, Cecelia seemed to feel something.  Her chest swelled, and for one glistening moment, they were completely still.  A snapshot in time.

“Oh my darling Witch, you still have not learned it is rude to query a woman’s age.”

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Isao ᴀɢᴇ/ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: Unknown / Unknown ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: Dragon ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ/ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: Male / He, him ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Demisexual / Demiromantic ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ/ʜᴀɪʀ/ᴇʏᴇꜱ: 6′3 / Black / Gold ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ/ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Single / Available

ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Tall and thick muscled frame. Ears are pierced and no tattoos. A few scars. No glasses. Unusual eyes, four sets of sharp fangs, slightly pointed ears and claw-like nails.

ʙɪᴏ:

While Isao is not as old as Kazan who is somewhere between 100-200 thousand years old, he is somewhere between 6-8 thousand himself. And his personality is practically the opposite of Kazan as well.

Isao is called the Japanese Armored Dragon but really, he’s much more than that. He has scales just like all the others, but his are stronger, thicker, and even harder to pierce. While dragon scales are ordinarily hard to puncture with normal weapons, Isao’s can’t at all without a very specific type of magically enhanced weapon. Kagutsuchi, the god who first created the dragons, made him by combining one of his own weapons made of his scales with that of the blood of the primordial goddess of life and death known as Izanami. This blood caused some rather... intriguing attributes for Isao including, but not limited to the ability to reap souls, revive the dead, see the way in which a person will die, the ability to travel freely to and from the Underworld and see how long someone has left.

This has led to some interesting moments in his past, things he’d truly rather never to bring up and has at some point caught the attention of Izanami herself who has taken a certain interest in the dragon. She ended up being the one who taught him how to best control his abilities, how to live with the things that he sees every single day and how to keep himself detached from those around him that his powers could effect or those that simply aren’t immortal. And that last part is mostly because mortals are the ones who are the most likely to be effected by simply being around him. But because of this and the aura that he gives off which to those who can sense it, likely feels like death itself, this tends to attract a variety of strange beings. From ghosts and ghouls to even other divine beings that don’t recognize his aura.

Isao can be quite the charmer at times, he’s incredibly polite and honest though there are also those times where that honesty can be a bad thing. He doesn’t like lying or even half-truths, he enjoys being able to be open, blunt where it’s needed, and just saying what’s on his mind without worrying over how someone else is going to take it. Which is another reason why he tends to avoid mortals since he can’t tell them what he is and that little bit of lying itself bothers him.

Because of his charm and good looks, he’s had quite a few relationships in his life, but none that ever seemed to last for very long. He believes that’s because he’s what some would call a drifter, hates staying still for too long and most eventually want to find a place to settle down eventually. While he has been known to have a fling or two every now and then, he doesn’t really search them out. He’d rather have substance than sex. He also has a tendency to get attached to people far too quickly and while to him that’s no always a bad thing, it’s ended up with him getting hurt more times than he can count. He always bounces back though.

Isao can be quite the curios dragon and while considering his age there is very little he hasn’t seen up to this point, if there is something that draws in his curiosity, he can be quite persistent until it’s sated. He has a smile that can light up a room but a glare that could give even those with thick skin a heavy dose of fear. He doesn’t like to be alone, has something of a dorky side and loves even the worst of jokes. You can be the best of friends with him if you just know how to laugh and have some fun. Then again, he’s a pretty easy going guy and can have some fun with those who are simply sarcastic in a funny sort of way. All in all, if you’re a good person, he’s more than likely capable of getting along with you.

He stands at 6’3, his frame is a little bit larger than the typical athletic frame but not too large either. While he doesn’t have an oversized ego, he does have quite a great deal of confidence. His hair is usually swept back and deep shade of black that in just the right light looks more purple with a streak of red trailing through the left side. Vivid golden eyes stand out against his warm olive skin and sharp fangs lurk just behind the warm lips that always seem to have a hint of a smile playing at the edge of them. While he’s transformed, his scales are the same color as his hair, purplish black with soft streams of red like veins scattering in all directions through them. His eyes remain gold when he changes though the pupils become slits and his fingers become long thick claws a shade of red that gleams and can even be mistaken for blood. In this form, he’s considered one of the most terrifying of dragons and yet he’s one of the gentlest ones you’ll ever meet.