#vicky x mimi

[webanglikethat]

──── on mimi and vicky ────

they say lavender softens anxiety and I wonder whether I can plant a garden so dense in your mind that the knots in your chest unravel and never tighten again. for @agattthaa <3

Divider here, Anne Carson, Euripides, Vincenzo Vela c. 1861-1862 Italy Grateful to France, Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss by Italian artist Antonio Canova, Alain de Botton, The Great (2020), "Sweet Hug" By Eva Antonini, Eden Robinson, but I died once quote on tumblr, Dress by Taylor Swift Page Edit on Pinterest, Everything Everywhere All At Once, girls at the theater on Pinterest, Poem by Lyra Wren on Tiktok, O Heaven by Blue & Exile, Rose blooming gif on Pinterest, Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War, Wolfsena on Tumblr, Karen Dolorez on Facebook, John Keats's Love Letter to Fanny Brawne, 'not a lot, just forever' by Adrianne Lenker, Soneto do Amor Total by Vinicius de Moraes, Beach Read by Emily Henry, I Wish You Would by Taylor Swift edit on Pinterest, Mimi and Vicky fanart by kathrinchek, Mimi, Vicky, Adi and Sammy fanart found on Pinterest, Beach Read by Emily Henry, The Unsent Project.

[oyiiiii]

I don't know who this is, but she looks like she could be Angel Vicky and Mimi's daughter 🥺

Commission art for @potatoleon

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

I'm playing HS 2 now and why is Mimi the only interesting LI from the first book, what happened 😭 I started her route before switching to Lucifer, but maybe I should restart with Mimi as my main LI. I do think her relationship with Christopher is lowkey interesting but idk yet...

Also, S1 is so miserable to get through does it get better 😭 I was THAT Unclaimed and now I'm just a rando the whiplash after the High Glory!HS finale is insane

[distractedrighter]

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not a lover

Type: Standalone

Universe: Baldur’s Gate 3

Pairing: F!Tav x Astarion

Rating:  I feel like it could be T but there’s some mention of sex/trauma so let’s just call it M

Prompt: After Astarion’s confession in Act 2, Tav resigns to being his friend out of the tremendous guilt from shacking up with him in Act 1. They meet 10 years later. Fluff ensues. Basically, I wrote this to heal my own heart.

Excerpt: ��Honestly, darling, I should be insulted that you would force me to stoop to these lengths just to talk to you. This alleyway is positively filthy.”

Warnings: Slight sex/SA-related trauma

Tags/Tropes: mutual pining, guilty!tav because I want to see it, astarion trying to recover from his trauma, fuck cazador, unascended/spawn astarion, i haven’t finished act 2 so I’m basing end-game astarion on the YT videos I’ve watched so be gentle

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Wine

Type: Standalone

Universe: Baldur’s Gate 3

Pairing: F!Tav x Astarion, brief F!Tav x Gale but it's not flattering lol

Rating: E

Prompt: When Gale’s proposition fails to leave Tav satisfied, Astarion saves the night.

Excerpt: “Darling, you’re sitting in front of a naked vampire with over two hundred years of experience. You didn’t really think I came out here just to hear about how Gale is terrible in bed, did you?”

Warnings:

I wrote this when Gale was really, really getting on my nerves in Act 1 because of the apparent bug. I didn't realize it was a bug at the time. I've since grown a bit more fond of him because I feel bad that his ex is literally asking him to unalive himself but the characterization for him in here is nooooot nice. So, stay away if that offends you <3 I will not be rewriting it lol

Dirty, dirty smut. Also if you’re not into blood, this ain’t the right pairing/fic for you.

Tags/Tropes: I’ve written a foursome and somehow this feels filthier than that, vampire sex, blood sucking, cunnilingus, blow job, vaginal sex, gale is a unwilling cuck, astarion is superior and he knows it, astarion actually enjoys the sex, they ruin a perfectly good party, Tav has a vampire kink?

Rendevzous

Type: Standalone

Universe: Heaven’s Secret by Romance Club

Pairing: Vicky x Mimi x Dino x Lucifer, hinted Vicky x Bont

Rating: E

Prompt: After Malbonte publicly teases Vicky for her relationship with Bont, the rest of the group has questions.

Excerpt: Mimi smiled, enjoying embarrassing her friend. “Yes, as her official after-life bestie, I get all of the deets on the rest of her rendezvous. This is the first one she’s hidden from me, so I think it’s okay if I tease her about it. Right, V?” She ended her sentence with a wink.

Warnings: Spoiler-heavy, sexually explicit situations, and clear preference for Vicky x Lucifer (not sorry about it at all). I’d call it shameless smut, but honestly, I’m quite shameful over this (and it's my first smut ever!).

Disguise

Type: Standalone

Rating: T

Universe: Fallout: New Vegas

Pairing: f!Courier x Vulpes Inculta, brief f!Courier x Benny

Prompt: f!Courier spends the night before Benny’s murder enjoying a drink in private before she’s approached by an strange yet attractive man.

Warnings: Explicit language, slight slut-shamming(?), brief mentions of violence (see “murder” in prompt)

Salt and Vinegar 

Type: Series (6/?)

Rating: T

Universe: Fallout 3

Pairing: f!Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria

Prompt: Felicity escapes Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, and her childhood bully follows suit. A reimagining of Fallout 3, but if Butch was by your side the entire time.

Themes: Enemies to friends to lovers (eventually)

Warnings: Explicit language, descriptions of corpses, threats of violence/bodily harm/ (and non-con if you squint, violence, death, eventual smut

Chapter 1: Two Are Better Than One

Chapter 2: Daddy Lied

Chapter 3: Moving In

Chapter 4: He Knew

Chapter 5: Salon Treatment

Chapter 6: Capacity for Violence

Chapter 7: Return of the Tunnel Snakes

Chapter 8: Teller of Truths

A Short-Sighted Man

Type: Series (1/3)

Rating: E

Universe: Fallout 3

Pairing: f! Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria

Prompt: It's prom night, and Felicity (unintentionally) makes a bet with Butch that she's not prepared to cash in. 

Excerpt: “Come onnnn. Tell me what it was like. Vault-shattering? Toe curling?” His voice raised to a higher, mocking pitch when he continued, “Oh, Butch! Don’t stop!”

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content

Tags: Slightly canon divergent, enemies to lovers, Lone becomes a sugar momma, Butch has a plan but he falls in love, there will be plot i promise

Chapter 1: Prom Night

Chapter 2: The Morning After

Chapter 3: A Week Later

[dutifullynuttywitch]

I adored every little detail!! Love your writing, and Le lac des cygnes was such a beautiful idea. I need more Mimi and Vicky!! 🥰

Les Petits Cygnes

fandom: heaven's secret | ballet au!

pairing: vicky x mimi

characters: vicky, mimi, eliza (mentioned), austie (mentioned)

rating: G

word count: 429 words

warnings: anxious mimi

summary: as a delicate prelude to a dance awaits, anxiety is gripping mimi's heart.

tags: @webanglikethat, @annn-starrr, @ellalalala, @rc-catalog

Vicky and Mimi stood in the wings, hearts beating in unison with the pulsing music. The stage, a realm of magic and grace, awaited to embrace their every movement. The audience, an unseen sea of anticipation, held its breath.

Mimi inhaled deeply, the weight of legacy pressing down on her. Her mother, a former prima ballerina who had once commanded the role of Swan Queen, watched from the audience. Mimi longed to make her proud, even if she wasn't the Swan Queen herself. Her colleague, Austie, had claimed that honor, leaving Mimi with a lingering ache of disappointment.

Vicky, sensing Mimi's unease, gently took her hand. “You’re going to be amazing out there. We’ve practiced so much, and you’re incredible.”

Mimi squeezed Vicky’s hand, drawing strength from her touch. “I know. I just… I want my mom to be proud of me. She was the Swan Queen, and I’m just one of the little swans.”

“You’re more than just a little swan.” Vicky whispered, her voice like a soothing melody. “You’re my swan. And your mom will be proud of you, no matter what. We’re a team, remember?”

Mimi nodded, a flicker of calm settling within her. They stepped onto the stage, taking their positions. As the quiet of the second act enveloped them, Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Little Swans" finally began. Each step, each jump, represented a seamless dance of unity and elegance. But to the girls, it was a testament to their love and dedication.

As they danced, Mimi felt her anxiety dissipate, replaced by the sheer joy of the performance. The audience's gaze was a distant hum; all that mattered was the dance, the moment, and Vicky by her side. They moved together, a symphony of grace, embodying the ethereal beauty of the little swans.

When the final note resonated through the theater, the audience erupted in applause. Mimi and Vicky took their bows, breathless and radiant. Mimi’s eyes searched the crowd until she found her mother’s face, illuminated with pride.

Back in the wings, Vicky enveloped Mimi in a tight, warm embrace. “See? You were extraordinary. I told you.”

Mimi smiled, tears of relief and joy shimmering in her eyes. “Thank you, Vicky. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You never have to,” Vicky murmured, brushing a kiss against Mimi's cheek. “We’re in this together, always.”

Amid the echoes of applause and the warmth of each other’s embrace, they knew that no matter what roles they played, they had already created something exquisite. Together, they were unstoppable, two souls intertwined in a dance of love and perfection.

[rc-catalog]

🖊️: fanfiction; 🖼️: moodboard; 🎨: art/edit; 🧵: web weaving; 👥: character profile Rating: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit

HEAVEN'S SECRET

Heaven's Secret: Series Rewrite by @dutifullynuttywitch |🖊️| Vicky Walker x Dino, Vicky x Lucifer, Adi x Sammy, other pairings | E

Les Petits Cygnes by @jillfvs |🖊️| Vicky Walker x Mimi, Eliza, Austie | TW: anxiety | G

Addicted to Love by @agattthaa |🖊️| Vicky Walker x Mimi | T

Heaven's Secret by @liykaii |🖼️| G

HEAVEN'S SECRET: REQUIEM

A Search for Understanding by @nepthys-merenset |🖊️| Lane x Dmitry | TW: mild blood, mutual roughness | T

The Nature of Duty and Surprises by @nepthys-merenset |🖊️| Lane x Dmitry | T

Heaven's Secret: Requiem by @liykaii |🖼️| TW: skulls | T

Cain by @zhoras-bitch |🖼️| G

Lane by @zhoras-bitch |🖼️| TW: skulls | T

Voice of God!Lane by @zhoras-bitch |🖼️| TW: blood | T

KALI: FLAME OF SAMSARA

Fate by @agattthaa |🖊️| Deviya Sharma × Ram Doobay | T

Belong by @agattthaa |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

Midnight Tryst by @zealouscanonindeer |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

You Can't Always Get What You Want, But If You Try Sometimes, You Might Find, You Get What You Need. by @zealouscanonindeer |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

You Know How I Love You by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | TW: smut, adult themes (implied) | M

Under The Orchid Tree by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

Ours by @agattthaa |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | TW: sexual relationship | M

An Aftermath of Episode 8, A Life For a Life by @webanglikethat |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | G

We Said Our Legacies Were Timeless (But We Were Not) |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

Crave by @agattthaa |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | T

Maybe by @agattthaa |🖊️| Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | T

Ram x Devi by @ratanslily |🎨| G

Deviya Sharma by @liykaii |🖼️| G

PSI

The Only One My Arms Could Ever Hold by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Lou Reed x Ivo Martin | T

PSI by @liykaii |🖼️| G

W: TIME CATCHER

All Those Wretched Things by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Nova x Vesper | TW: emotional distress, mentions of religious abuse/ trauma, interalized homophobia, self-hate | M

WTC by @liykaii |🖼️| G

SOULLESS

Beautiful by @agattthaa |🖊️| Vyxaria x Walter | TW: threats of violence | T

Jealous by @agattthaa |🖊️| Vyxaria x Walter | T

ASTREA'S BROKEN HEART

Hands by @mikaelsrose |🖊️🖼️| Adeline x Mikael | G

Astrea's Broken Heart by @liykaii |🖼️| G

Adeline by @mikaelsrose |🖼️| G

ON THIN ICE

Spring Clean-Up by @ladylamrian |🖊️| Catherine Hill x Brian Baker | G

Catherine Hill, the Snow Queen by @ladylamrian |👥| G

VYING FOR VERSAILLES

They Behead Valets, Don't They? by @reneedenoailles |🖊️| (implied/mentioned) Renée de Noailles x Louis XIV, Alexandre Bontemps | TW: animal abuse, daddy issues, psychological warfare, executions | M

ARCANUM

Arcanum Season 1 by @liykaii |🖼️| TW: skulls, circus, tarot | T

AND THE HAZE WILL TAKE US

Haze by @liykaii |🖼️| TW: vulture culture, rituals | T

Rituals by @liykaii |🖼️| TW: dolls, rituals | T

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE

Song Of The Crimson Nile by @liykaii |🖼️| G

SHADOWS OF SAINTFOUR

Sarah O'Neill by @ladylamrian |👥| G

[karahalloway]

Devil May Care

Fandom: Heaven’s Secret (Book 1: Season 1)

Pairing: Lucifer x F!OC (Devon Hart)

Series: Oh, So Devilish

Chapter summary: Devon sneaks off to track down a lead on her death... But she's not alone.

Word count: 5,100

Warnings: M (swearing, angst, suicidal thoughts, aggro, toxic behaviour, references to death, physical violence)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: So. This is not what I was supposed to be working on. At all. Not only is this not Intentions, but it’s not even TRR… or Choices, for that matter. However, a couple of weeks ago, @angelasscribbles convinced me to take the plunge with a Romance Club choices game called Heaven’s Secret and I became instantly hooked… especially on Lucifer’s character. I have a type; can’t you tell? 😆

A/N2: This first part of what turned into a two-parter (it just got too long, so I had to split it) focuses on the events that take place at the end of HS S1E5 and the second part focuses on the start of S1E6. Because while I love the character of Lucifer, I felt like that his characterisation missed the mark a bit (especially considering that he is the literal Son of Satan) so, I decided to make… adjustments 😏

A/N3: I appreciate that this is not what most people on my tag list signed up to read, but I have tagged my Permas anyway, in case anyone wants to indulge me. However, in the (highly likely) event that I end up writing more for this fandom, moving forward, I will only tag people who specifically request to be tagged. So if you want in on Part 2, let your preferences be known, or forever hold your peace.

A/N4: By way of context for people who decide to read, but are not familiar with canon for this story, here is some background (which I have also tried to incorporate as much as possible into the fic itself): MC (default name, Vicky Walker, but for various reasons, I decided to create an OC instead) is killed in a car crash. However, instead of ‘simply’ dying, she is offered the choice to become an immortal and join the Angels & Demons Academy (located in Heaven) and train to become either an angel or a demon (your choices in the game actually affect your path — prior to choosing an eventual side, you are referred to as an ‘Unclaimed’). As part of her training, MC is sent down to Earth to complete assignments that require her to influence humans into making various choices… however, MC is also secretly trying to investigate the circumstances of her (highly suspicious) death. Also, for the purposes of this universe, Lucifer is the demon son of Satan and Lilith (not a fallen angel as per Biblical canon). Dino, Sammy and Fencio are true-born angels (don’t ask about the names), Mimi and Adi are true-born demons. Both angels and demons (and Unclaimed) are anthropomorphic and have wings; however, when they go down to Earth, they disguise themselves in human form. Hope that helps! 🤗

Devil May Care

“Ah, there you are…”

Jerking my gaze away from Dino, I spot Sammy’s human form standing a few feet away.

“Sorry,” I say, quickly wiping the remnants of the wetness from my face. “I… I just needed a minute.”

Sammy nods in understanding. “If it’s any consolation, the fact that you care is a good thing. It shows you still have your humanity. No death should be treated lightly, yet most demons… and a fair number of angels have lost sight of that. But it’s a strength. Don’t let Adi or Mimi tell you otherwise.”

“Thanks, Sammy…” I say with a sniffle, forcing myself to stand.

“Any time,” he acknowledges with a lop-sided smirk. “But we should get going.”

“Yes. It is time to return,” confirms Dino, coming to stand beside me.

As if on cue, the air begins to thicken around us, and a familiar crackle of energy raises the hairs on my arms. Glancing up, I see the very fabric of the night sky stretch and strain as an otherworldly wind whips the now-familiar bridge between the dimensions into shape.

Dino steps into the centre of the maelstrom first, lifting into the air as the vortex sucks him back to the ethereal realm. 

“See you on the other side,” Sammy winks as he leaps after the other angel.

With a heavy exhale, I shove my hands into the pockets of my biker jacket, and force myself to move towards the epicentre of the storm.

Finding myself back on Earth in the wake of my death hadn’t been easy the first time, and it sure as hell hasn’t gotten any easier the second time either. Because even though everyone at the Academy keeps reminding me that my mortal life is well and truly over, and there is no going back, for whatever inexplicable reason I can’t seem to accept my new-found providence.

And coming back here — to the human realm — just feels like a massive kick in the gut each and every time… Like a kid being taunted with everything they can’t have from the other side of a toy store window. A cruel reminder of what that was wrenched away from me. My friends… My family… Even myself.

The undeniable force of the vortex tugs at my clothes, trying to lift me skywards, but I find myself fighting it.

Maybe because my death had been thrust upon me with such shocking suddenness… giving me no time to prepare, much less come to terms with it before I fell into the world of angels and demons. Maybe because the grief I saw etched into my father’s face has woven itself into the threads of my soul as well, reinforcing the harshness of the truth that we got cheated out of what could have been left of our precious, irretrievable time together. Or maybe it’s because I know that my killer is still out there, living it up despite the crime he committed against me, free from punishment, free from the scythe of justice.

The tip of my finger brushes against the folded letter buried in my pocket.

Since picking it up outside of my house a few days ago — though, to be fair, I have no idea how time converted between Earth and the angelic realm, so for all I know, it could’ve been years since my last visit – I’ve carried the piece of paper with me everywhere. In part because I don’t want anyone finding it and wondering how I managed to get my hands on it in the first place… As given that we aren’t supposed to interact with mortals outside of our given assignments, I am not particularly interested in the chewing out that is no doubt in store for me if someone decides to rat on me. But also, in part because I cannot let what happened to me go… and desperately crave answers.

Digging my heels in on the edge of the swirling whirlpool of energy, I pull the letter out…

…but as if by fate, the square of paper is ripped from my grasp by a particularly vicious gust of wind.

“No…!” I gasp, throwing myself heedlessly after my only lead.

The letter zooms around the circumference of the vortex — like a hapless butterfly riding the edge of a tornado — and begins to track upwards, ever further from my reach…

But just as it’s on the verge of vanishing into the void, it is suddenly snatched out of the air with inhuman speed and precision.

I stumble to stop, mouth agape and arm outstretched like some drunken ballerina as I lay eyes on the dark form on the other side of the vortex.

Crap…

Of all the possible ways this screw-up could’ve gone, this is — hands down — the worst.

As even in human skin… without the horned wings gathered around him like a dark halo, or the pulsing, ethereal tattoos that seem to constantly shift along the visible surface of his skin… there is no mistaking the raw power emanating from the being standing across from me.

Lucifer cocks a lazy brow in my direction as he holds the note up. “Lost something, have we?” 

His eyes meets mine, and in spite of the distance separating us, I feel the full heat of the fire that burns in his demonic gaze scorch into me like the blade of a hot knife.

And despite drawing upon every ounce of my willpower to prevent it from happening, I feel an incriminating blush rise up my cheeks.

A slow smile curves at his lips. “I thought so…”

“Give it back!” I snap, my momentary embarrassment morphing instantly into anger… even though I know in the back of my mind this is exactly the reaction he is probably looking to goad me into.

Because I am angry. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to arm someone like Lucifer with such potent ammunition to use against me. Angry with him for the fact that he managed to sneak up on me like this in the first place.

But most of all, my heart is still bleeding for that little girl who died a senseless death mere minutes ago… and the knowledge that I had been complicit in it. 

And I cannot keep a latch on the tidal wave of red rising over me. Nor do I really want to. 

I have already cried a river on the bench with Dino — commiserating not just for the fate of the girl, but for the fucked up situation I now find myself in as well — and I have no tears left. Just raw, frothing rage at the inherent unjustness of the world, at the flippant and uncaring attitude of my fellow immortals who see humans as mere pawns on their eternal chess board, and my own powerlessness in the face of forces and rules that I don’t yet fully understand, but which I’m being steered to blindly conform to anyway.

And the arrogant demon standing in front of me is just as good a scapegoat for my ire as any.

“Or what?” he taunts, sliding his thumb slowly across the paper… taunting me shamelessly with the missive he now holds in his hand.

Something inside of me snaps and I launch myself at him with a wordless yell.

But the vortex has apparently had enough of being kept on hold by my indecision, and before I’ve made it two steps, I find myself being sucked up to go careening through time and space like a discombobulated pinball.

“Damn it!” I cuss as I’m tugged through the shimmering funnel against my will.

I had one chance to make some much-needed progress on figuring out who killed me and why, and I’ve managed to blow it.

And who knows when I’ll have the opportunity to try again? Or even if I’ll be able to try again…

As knowing Lucifer — the literal Spawn of Satan — he’ll end up throwing me under the bus the moment we get back to the Academy… just for perverse kicks.

“Asshole…” I gripe under my breath as I feel the speed of the vortex slow, indicating that my unplanned trip is about to come to an end.

But as my feet touch down once more, it is not back at the Academy where I find myself. Instead, I’m standing outside of a building that looks very much like a police station… in my hometown.

“Huh…”

Dino had mentioned previously that destinations in the vortex are set by one’s intentions.

Since I had been so focused on the letter — which my father had received from the lead detective assigned to my case — the vortex must’ve thought this is where I had wanted to go.

And I’m not about to look an unexpected gift horse in the mouth.

Knowing that I didn’t have a lot of time before my classmates — and Fencio! — notice my absence back in the angelic realm, I hurry across the street.

Taking the steps two at a time, I shove myself through the revolving door and step into the station. Luckily, I have the contents of the letter memorised, given that I no longer have it in my possession, so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to blag my way through this with some semblance of grace.

The receptionist manning the counter looks up at my arrival. “Can I help you?”

“Erm… Yes,” I confirm, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I step forward. “I’m looking for DC Lawton. He was heading up the Hart case…?”

I cross my fingers behind my back, hoping against hope that it’s only been mere weeks and not decades since my death, and the police are still investigating.

The receptionist takes a moment to consult her computer. “Yes. He should still be in.”

A relieved breath bursts out of me. Another break!

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Not exactly…” I admit. “But… I do have some information relating to the case that he needs to hear.”

The woman behind the desk studies me for a long moment, no doubt wondering what a petite Korean girl wearing pink pigtails and spiked leather could possibly have to contribute to a homicide investigation… given that that is the mortal skin I am currently masquerading around in.

But she nevertheless seems to take me at my word. “Down the hall, second door on the left.”

“Thank you!” I blurt, already turning away.

Speedwalking past the desk and down the corridor, I locate the correct door and push down on the handle without knocking.

The lone man occupying the room barely glances up from his stack of papers at the sound of my arrival. “Yeah?”

“DC Lawton?” I ask, stepping into the room.

“That’s what it says on the name plaque,” he grunts, indicating the front of his desk.

“Great!” I exclaim, moving up to him. “I…”

I trail off, realising that I haven’t actually planned out what I was going to say when I got here. As I can’t exactly reveal that I am the dead victim from one of his case files, come to demand answers about the circumstances of the car crash that killed her.

The detective raises his head, waiting for a response..

I take a deep breath. “I hear you’re the lead investigator on the Hart case.”

He nods. “That’s right. And you are?”

“An interested party,” I admit. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

His brows furrow, no doubt in response to the same train of thought that chugged down the tracks of the receptionist’s mind earlier. “What kind of interested party?”

Shit…

I’m not sure exactly how I had expected this conversation to go, but it definitely wasn’t like this. 

But then I remember that I’m not a mere human anymore…

And I’m not willing to leave empty-handed.

Ditching any rational approach, I scrunch my face up in pretend grief as I flop dramatically into the chair at the side of the detective’s desk. “I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want anyone to know… especially my parents… but I can’t keep it in anymore and I need to tell someone!”

DC Lawton startles slightly at my unexpected and borderline theatrical flip of composure. “Keep what in anymore?”

I slap an aggrieved hand onto his. “That Devon and I were in a relationship!”

The detective’s eyes widen in shock, and I use his momentary surprise to lock my gaze with his, just like we practiced back at the Academy.

The physical contact, combined with the suddenly unrestricted access to the window of his soul, allows me to breach the energetic wall encasing his body, and dive right into the hidden recesses of his mind.

Yes! It worked!

But I force myself to curtail my celebration, knowing that I need to focus all my attention on maintaining the delicate connection with the man sitting in front of me.

“You must help me, Detective,” I urge, tightening my hold on his hand.

DC Lawton looks somewhat dazed — like he’s been whacked over the back of the head — but at the sound of my voice, his pupils dilate eagerly. “How can I help?”

“The girl in the Hart case that you’re investigating… she was run off the road. Do you know by who?”

“No,” he intones, his voice slightly groggy. “The vehicle was a rental. A black minivan. I haven’t had a chance to talk to the rental company yet…”

“Which rental company?” I press.

“Global Drive,” he says. “The license plate is NYK 357.”

“Can you write that all down for me?”

He lifts his pen up with a nod to scribble onto a Post-It. “Your hand is so warm…”

“Thanks,” I say, snatching the note from him and breaking off the contact in the process.

He blinks up at me rapidly. “Any time…?”

Jumping up from the chair, I turn to dash out of the room…

…and nearly trip over my own feet when I come face to face with the glowering form leaning against the door jamb.

“What th—?”

Lucifer’s lips curl back to reveal teeth. “I should have you racked in the Pits.”

An involuntary shiver runs down my spine at his words. Not because of the sinister nature of the threat — I’ve been to Hell, and it certainly is no picnic! — but because I can see from the tight set of his jaw that he is actively considering carrying it out.

I force myself to meet his burning gaze head-on. “Well, unfortunately for you, I didn’t end up in Hell when I died. So, you don’t get to make that call.”

“No,” he growls back. “But your flagrant disregard for the rules makes you a liability, and I refuse to take the fall for you.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to follow me,” I hit back, bumping him with my shoulder as I shove past him on my way out of the room.

His hand shoots out to latch around my arm with a vice-like grip, and suddenly I find myself nose-to-nose with him.

“I didn’t follow you,” he hisses into my face, his coal-black irises alight with the very fires of Hell. “The vortex brought me here because you can’t keep hold of your own fucking trash.”

“It’s not trash!” I spit back. “It’s—“

“Was it worth it?”

The question — and the sudden change in his tone — catches me off guard. 

I blink in confusion, wondering if I maybe misheard him. But while his piercing gaze is still locked onto me with the same degree of ferociousness as a moment ago, behind the raging inferno of irritation glimmers a genuine spark of curiosity.

“Maybe,” I concede tightly, trying to get a read on him.

As demons, I’ve learnt, are inherent wildcards. Unpredictable at the best of times, and downright diabolical at the worst. Which means their whims and whiles can change at the drop of a hat, and it is dangerous to get caught in a compromising position with them.

Which — unfortunately — is exactly where I have managed to find myself with Lucifer. Trapped in a corner, with him holding all the trumps. So, I don’t want to admit any more than I strictly have to.

He rakes his hot gaze over me one more time — as if trying to catch me out in a lie — before pulling back slightly.

“Hmm… Not a complete waste of wings then…”

I wrench my arm from his grasp. “Fuck you.”

I swear I hear a snort of amusement escape him as I stomp away… But I resist the urge to sucker punch him. He is not worth it, and I have better things to do with my limited time on Earth anyway.

Glancing down at the Post-It in my hand, I can see that DC Lawton has been kind enough to scrawl down the address of the rental centre… and that it is only a few blocks away.

Which is a blessing, given that I don’t have any money on me with which to hail a cab or jump on a bus, and our lessons at the Academy have yet to cover how to magically hotwire a car. 

So, walking it is. At least the physical exertion will give me a chance to blow off some steam.

Shoving the note into my pocket, I push through the revolving doors of the station, and back out onto the street. Pausing for a second to get my bearings – it’s been a while since I last frequented this part of town, having spent the preceding four years of my mortal life off at college – I quickly rake through my mental map of the neighbourhood before setting off to the right.

Except, I don’t even make it to the end of the block before I feel a tell-tale prick in the back of my neck. Glancing over my shoulder, my stomach drops as I catch sight of Lucifer a few yards behind me.

Gritting my teeth, I pick up my pace, hoping that it’s merely an unfortunate coincidence that he happens to be going in the same direction as me.

But it seems that I am in no such luck, as he’s still tailing me two blocks later, like an annoying black fly that I cannot seem to shake, no matter how hard I try.

With the result that by the time I get to the next crosswalk, my cool has evaporated completely, and instead of crossing the road in front of me, I end up rounding on him like a rabid pitbull.

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite!”

My outburst seems to catch him off-guard. But whatever jump I may have managed to get on him is fleeting at best, and in the next instant, he’s up in my face again, teeth bared and hackles raised. “Watch your tongue, Unclaimed. Before I rip it out of your mouth.”

“Oh, the truth hurts, does it?” I snip up at him.

“You don’t know the meaning of pain,” he grits, his hand snapping around the base of my throat.

My eyes narrow. “I know more than you think.”

“No. You don’t.” The flames in his eyes lick over me contemptuously. “And your arrogance will get you killed. Permanently.”

“Bet you’d love to be the one to do it, too,” I goad with a humourless smile. 

I know I’m playing with hellfire. But I don’t care. I didn’t ask for this life, and I’m still not convinced I want it. So, if Lucifer is willing to put me out of my misery, then so be it. Being who he is, I’m sure he has the means… and I’ve just handed him the opportunity on a silver platter.

The Prince of Darkness stares at me for what feels like an age, his hand wrapped around my throat, face a mere breath from mine, his gaze simmering as if trying to read my very soul.

“Unlike you, angel, I’m not that stupid,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. His hand drops from my neck as he steps abruptly past me.

“Then why are you still here?” I demand, whirling around after him.

He stops a few feet away, shoulders tense. But when he looks back at me, rather than anger or annoyance, it’s that devilish grin playing at his lips again. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Eugh!” I grit, throwing my hands up in the air as I plow past him.

Conceited, egotistical, patronising bastard! Why can’t he fall back into the Seventh Circle of Hell, where he fucking—

I’m so incessed that I end up storming right by the rental centre… and have to retrace my steps from the other end of the block to correct my mistake.

So, by the time I arrive back at the correct entranceway, my mood is even more foul than when I left the police station.

“Save it,” I spit as I reach the still-smirking form of Lucifer, leaning against the metal fence post of the lot.

His brow arches. “Did you hear me—?”

I flip him off in no uncertain terms as I stride past without a backwards glance.

He wants to stick around? Fine. But that doesn’t mean I need to be nice to him. Hell will have to freeze over first.

Arriving at the first row of parked cars, I pull the Post-It out from my pocket and begin scanning the plates, looking for the black van.

“Good afternoon, miss. Can I help you find anything in particular?”

Looking up, I see a suited man with a combover and a name tag looking at me expectantly. The rental rep, by the looks of him.

“Yes, actually,” I affirm. “I’m looking for a black minivan.”

“You have come to the right place,” he tells me with an eager smile as he starts to lead me to the other side of the lot. “Global Drive stocks the largest selection of rental vans available for hire in the area, and we’re happy to accommodate both long- and short-term requirements. Are you moving, by any chance?”

“Huh?” I’d been too busy trying to match the van plates to the number on the Post-It that I totally missed the question.

The rep’s smile falters slightly. “Since your interest is in a minivan, am I correct to assume that y—?”

“No.”

Both mine and the rep’s gaze snap around to land on the hulking presence of Lucifer, who has managed to slither up behind us without either of us noticing.

“We’re not planning on renting it,” he adds, with what I can only deduce is his interpretation of an angelic smile.

My stomach drops. Oh, no…

The rep frowns. “Then why—?”

“Because this lovely young lady is of the belief that she may have left a rather intimate item in one of your vans following a recent excursion of ours. And she’s desperate to retrieve it.”

“Oh, well of course!" agrees the rep. “We pride ourselves on—"

“It’s lacy… And expensive…” Lucifer clarifies with a sly look. “And probably lodged between the—”

“The point is!” I interject loudly, my cheeks burning with mortification despite the fact that the entire story is a shameless lie. “We would like to take a look in the van. The plate number was NYK 357.”

The demeanour of the rep suddenly shifts. “Umm… Are you certain?”

“Yes,” I say, laying a hand on his arm to try and sway him like I did the detective. “Very—”

The rep snatches his arm away. “I’m going to need to see some ID. I cannot allow access to the vehicles without verifying that—”

I reach towards him again. “Surely that’s not necessary… We just want to take a quick peek, and—”

“He’s going to bolt…” breathes Lucifer in my ear.

I flick my head away irately. “Shut—”

But the rep has already turned tail and fled.

“Damn it!” I grit.

“Told you,” Lucifer smirks down at me.

I give him an annoyed shove. “He only did that because of you! If you hadn’t stuck your nose in it, I would’ve—”

“I did nothing,” he counters tersely, the coals of his eyes flaring in warning. “Your attempt to influence him was doomed from the start. But you were too obstinate to notice.”

“Obstinate!” I cry. “You were breathing in my ear!”

“And did you like it?” he purrs, suddenly all up in my space again as he flips the tables on me with diabolical speed.

“No,” I snort, turning pointedly away. 

Asshole…

He deliberately sabotaged my attempt to establish a connection with the rental rep. Whether for his own perverse enjoyment — like the Devil temping Eve in the Garden — or whether for some more sinister reason, it doesn’t matter. The end result is the same. And I have no clue how I’m going to be able to salvage this rapidly snowballing clusterfuck, given that I am already working on borrowed time.

But I know I have to try. I’ve somehow managed to make it this far, in spite of the successive obstacles Lucifer’s thrown in my way, and I refuse to give that bastard the satisfaction of believing that I’m going to let him win whatever one-sided game he’s playing.

“He is gay.”

I stumble to a stop. “Say what?”

Lucifer is standing in front of me, blocking the way to the door of the rental centre. “The rental rep. He is gay. That is why your feeble attempts to influence him didn’t work.”

“Yeah… Right…” I snap, trying to push past him. I’m not falling for whatever kind of trick this is supposed to be.

He grabs my arm. “Check that attitude before I check it for you, Unclaimed. Because you’re not going to like my methods…”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I hit back. “Because based on what I’ve seen of your ‘methods’, they are mediocre at best.”

His eyes flash in fury. “You’ve seen nothing, angel…”

“I’m not an angel,” I deride, wrenching my arm from his grasp.

He scoffs. “Well, you’re certainly no demon. The way you’re floundering around like—”

I catch sight of something through the window. “Oh, no…”

Lucifer jerks his gaze over his shoulder…

…and before I can blink, he’s vanished into the rental centre, the glass door flapping wildly in his wake.

Catching the handle on the out-swing, I dash after him as fast as my stiletto boots can carry me… and an involuntary gasp escapes me as I lay eyes on the scene in front of me.

The rental rep is pressed up against the wall, his feet dangling a good foot off the ground as Lucifer holds him suspended with the hand locked around his neck. The phone that I’d spotted the rep frantically trying to dial a moment ago lies shattered on the floor.

“Please…” begs the man, clawing desperately at the fingers that are squashing his trachea. “I—“

“Shut up,” growls Lucifer, shoving the rep higher. “You have exactly two seconds to tell us everything we need to know before I rip your throat out. And if you even think about lying… Well, you don’t even want to go there…”

The rep blanches visibly. “Anything! I’ll… I’ll tell you anything! Please, just—“

“Ask him,” Lucifer barks without even a glance in my direction.

I take a shaky step forward. “We… We’re looking for the driver who rented the black van. License plate—”

“I… I know…” croaks the rep, his face starting to redden from the lack of oxygen. “I worked the shift and… and remember him. He never bought the van back…”

My throat tightens painfully. Because he rammed me off the road…

“Who was he?” demands Lucifer.

“Not… local,” the man rasps, struggling for breath. “Gave a hotel as an address… Hotel… Hotel Aphrodite. And his name… His name sounded strange… almost French. But he didn’t speak—”

“To Hell with all that,” comes the short-tempered command. “Give us the fucking name.”

“Am-Amidi Laurent!”

Lucifer drops the rep like a sack of trash. “You got that?”

“Yeah…” I confirm tightly, watching the man wheeze on the floor.

“Good,” he grits. “Let’s go.”

Without giving me a say in the matter, he grabs my wrist to haul me out the door.

I stumble after him like a witless marionette, trying to process what I just witnessed.

Lucifer… Willing to kill… For me…?

The concept simply does not compute.

“Happy now?”

The sound of Lucifer’s voice wrenches me from the whirlpool of my thoughts…

…and looking up, I find that we’re back out on the street, just around the corner from the rental centre.

“I…” I glance back in the direction of Global Drive with a lump in my throat. “Why did you do that?”

“To save time,” he replies dispassionately. “And get the truth out of him.”

“Yeah… But…” A shiver courses through me at the ease with which he’d immobilised the rep… The ease with which he’d threatened him. “Why?”

Lucifer lets out an exasperated exhale. “Hell’s bells, you Unclaimed are dense sometimes… Because that’s what you wanted.”

I gape at him, stupefied. This must be some kind of fever dream…

“Don’t I get a thank you?”

The simplicity of his question knocks me off kilter completely.

My eyes lift to his almost on their own volition, and I find him gazing down at me silently, intently… like a cat waiting to see in which direction the mouse will jump.

Except there is no malice or mockery in his gaze. Just plain old curiosity once again.

And because my tongue has become stuck in my throat, and after everything that’s just happened, my mind is a non-functioning mess, I do the stupidest thing imaginable…

…and reach up to kiss him on the cheek.

He stiffens — probably just as shocked by what’s happening as I would be if I could think coherently right now. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t laugh or pull away. He simply stands, still as a statue, hardly even drawing breath.

I have no idea how long we stay there, frozen in time with my lips pressed against his jaw — the heat of his skin burning me even through the dampener of his mortal guise — before we finally break apart.

I turn quickly away, face flushed and heart hammering, not being able to bring myself to look him in the eye for fear of what I might find there.

Oh, Christ… What the hell did I just do?

The story continues in Devil You Know

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Question 3

I need to update my crossover masterlist and I have some of them written down but sos send help on what I'm missing

@the-witching-ash

Descendants

Fabian x Ace

Fabian x Lawson

Fabian & Honey

Edmund x Ace

Edmund x Cosette

Edmund x Anissa

Fabian x Cosette

Raphael x Cosette

Glee

Henry x Sadie

Henry x May

Andrew x Carla

Andrew x/& Kath

Andrew & Oz

Andrew & Cece

Andrew x/& Cole

Elphie & Carla

Billy x Cole

Mary x Mimi

Gilmore Girls

Grace x Vicki

Floyd x Vicki

Eileen x Vicki

Vance x Emmeline

Hunger Games

Raymond x Callisto

Raymond x Apollo

Raymond x Amor

Raymond x Jude

@cecexwrites

Descendants

Quinn x Ace

Ismene x Ace

Ismene x Cosette

Quinn x Cosette

Aleks x Cosette

Gossip Girl

Finn & Evie

Tinsley & Evie

Covey & Theo

Finn & Theo

Tinsley & Theo

Mimi & Coco

Covey & Nolan

@manyfandomocs

Descendants

Gabe & Cosette

Glee

Ashton x Cole

Steve & Tegan

Gossip Girl

Wesley x Kyla

Wesley 

Hunger Games

Deryn x Bellona

Deryn x Marisol

Misc

Vincent & Mercy

@ginevrastilinski-ocs

Descendants

Jax x Cosette

Glee

Betty & Kipp

Hunger Games

Callie & Lacey

Callie & Alton

DC

Lucian x/& Kinsley

Jericho & Sarina

[dutifullynuttywitch]

I love their dynamic! The tension, jealousy, those adoring kisses 🥰❤️

Addicted to Love

Paring: Mimi/F!MC (Vicky Walker)

Book one

Word count: 1.126

Rating: T

Summary: Maybe Vicky could choose to become a demon. Maybe she could choose Mimi.

Vicky speaks one sentence in Portuguese because I tried to make he a bit more interesting.

Tag: @rc-catalog

It was a stupid way to greet someone, really. Saying that she was lucky simply to have Mimi as her roomate. What was she expecting? For Vicky to kneel down and thank Sherpa for such an honor? And why was she thinking about that at 2 am? It's been months since that happened, why was she embarrassed by it only now? Vicky found it funny, it made her smile. And her smile was so beautiful.

Maybe Mimi should say more embarrassing things to see more of Vicky's smile.

Not that the unclaimed didn't smile at her. She did. All the time. But maybe that would make her stay.

Maybe if she made Vicky smile more she wouldn't spend so much time with her angel friends. Maybe she wouldn't turn around after they just finished making out and go to sleep on her own bed. Maybe Vicky could choose to become a demon. Maybe she could choose Mimi.

Those stupids two am thoughts. Of course she would become a demon. Her behavior and her choices were all too far away to be one of an angel. Besides, it would be too stupid of her not to choose Mimi. All those flies that were always around her were nothing in comparison to the little princess of hell, not even the actual prince of hell, that bothered Vicky too much and it was too touchy in Mimi's opinion.

But why was she awake at two in the morning feeling annoyed about other people flirting with Vicky?

The unclaimed turned around towards Mimi for the first time in the night, her eyes still open and she clearly annoyed, making Mimi smirk.

-Your bed clearly seems to be uncomfortable if you are still awake this late.

-Is the same as your bed, Mimi.

-I actually assure you that mine is way more comfortable.

The demon patted her bed with a smirk high on her face, making the unclaimed roll her eyes, getting up from her own bed and laying down on Mimi's bed, keeping a small distance, one that Mimi quickly ended, pulling her closer by the waist, making Vicky smirk.

-Be careful little she-devil. You're already calling me to cuddle in the middle of the night. Maybe another kiss and you will be mine.

-You should go after your own nickname. Just giving me the same that my dad calls my mom and just adding little to it is kinda lame. -She stared at Vicky's lips, her own smirk had disappeared, but Vicky's was still high on her lips. -Besides, do you really think it is that easy to simply make me yours?

-I never said it was easy, meu coração, but you should stop acting like it is impossible.

Mimi lifted one eyebrow, shifting her gaze from Vicky's lips to her eyes and making the unclaimed smile larger. It was very rare that Vicky talked in her language. It was harder to unclaimeds to do it, their brains almost forcing them to speak the common language. But she was so sure of herself calling Mimi whatever she just did, that the demoness couldn't help herself but pull the ex-human even closer.

-What does it mean?

-I will tell you on the day you admit it.

-Admit what, unclaimed?

Vicky smiled, placing her hand on Mimi's cheek and rubbing her lips with her thumb, forcing the she-devil to stare at her lips.

-That you are already mine.

Mimi kissed her before her brain fully processed what the former mortal had just said. The kiss was hard, bruising, temperamental, just like Mimi herself was.

Always being too much for anyone. Always too quick, too hard, too much. Always needing to dilute herself down to everyone, because she was always too much. Maybe that was why she didn't get bored of Vicky.

Anyone else would already have started to undress her by now. They were alone, on the same bed and Mimi's kisses were just as feverish as they always were. No one would ever understand that Mimi kissed like that because she liked kissing like that. No causal relationship ever lasted because sometimes, and she would never admit it out loud, she just wanted to kiss by the thrill of it. Sometimes her feverish kisses and her small touches were just that.

But it was not normal.

Because when she reached the “kissing just because” phase, it started getting boring. The lust refused to give place to anything else, but her soul still craved for more. So when the lust subdued, as it always did, she just left, not having anything else that could make her stay.

But somehow, something on her refused to get bored of Vicky. The lust never subdued, like Mimi's mind was still obsessed with figuring out all the different reactions that the unclaimed could have and all of her whispers and sighs and screams, but the lust this time allowed so much more.

Her own mind refused to see Vicky only as someone she slept with. She was more. She was her roommate, her friend, her companion, the only shoulder Mimi allowed herself to cry on, the only one she was ever vulnerable with, the only one who she slept with and then she took home to meet her parents. She was…

The kiss was sweet now.

Her own thoughts subduing her feverish kisses. It was impossible imagining kissing anyone else like that. Slowly, sweetly, with only tenderness and affection and fondness. Vicky's hand was still holding her face, so softly that Mimi almost wanted to cry. It had already been more than one kiss. Hell, there have already been more than ten kisses. And maybe the unclaimed was right all along.

It almost hurted her when Vicky pulled away, now with a gentle smile, rubbing her thumb against the demoness’ cheek and looking softly into her eyes, almost as if she knew something about Mimi that the demoness didn't know herself. And on that she was wrong, Mimi knew. And her heart laid completely bare now, unsure of how to protect itself while being held completely in Vicky's hands.

-We need to go to sleep. Gerald’s class is the first in the morning, we can't sleep in.

Mimi simply nodded, hiding her head on the juncture between Vicky's neck and shoulder, not saying anything else. Scared of the words that would leave her lips if she were to say anything at all. Vicky hugged her close. Mimi could feel her smile when the girl left a kiss on her forehead. She could feel herself slowly drifting to sleep now that the reason for her awakeness lay on her arms, and as her conscience drifted far away, she still could hear it.

-Good night, my heart.

[malbontesmrs]

Please don’t take my art without proper credit. @malbontesmrs on Tumblr.

Dragan portrait (And The Haze Will Take Us)

Joel portrait (The One Vol. 2)

Amrit portrait (Kali: Call of Darkness)

Renée portrait (Vying for Versailles)

Devi Sharma (Kali: Flame of Samsara)

Malek Sinner (Astraea’s Broken Heart)

Ram Doobay portrait (for operationope) (Kali: Flame of Samsara)

Doran Basu portrait (Kali: Flame of Samsara)

Mikael (Astraea’s Broken Heart)

Lada portrait (And the Haze Will Take Us)

Ben x MC CG redraw (The One Vol. 2)

Volot portrait (And the Haze Will Take Us)

HS2 LI portraits

All HS2 LIs

Malbonte , Mimi , Hunger , Lucifer , War , Astaroth , Dino

Other

Malbonte x MC original piece

Plague portrait

Dark Malbonte / Mal

Bont (the first RC portrait I ever did, posted on old account)

Lucifer x Vicky CG redraw

Malbonte x Vicky CG redraw

Lucifer x Vicky NSFW CG redraw

Malbonte at the blood roses (for malbontevickyx)

Malbonte HS2 CG redraw

Other fandoms

Rhysand (ACOTAR)

Going forward all other fandom work will be posted to @lolaswips

Lux in Tenebris (Malbonte x MC HS rewrite)

[writerfromcz]

New life part 4 - the harbinger of doom is the seagull

(Heaven's Secret x MC brother reader)

words: 2055

Y/N POV

Vicky got Mimi's room and I showed her around the school, the next few days went pretty much without a problem, Lucifer and I started to respect each other, but I wouldn't call it friendship When Misselina and I were going over history I noticed my curious sister asking questions, but I didn't pay much attention. One day she took a "test" like I did. Mimi couldn't tell her anything, Adi and the others started encouraging her and eventually she jumped. We all watched to see if she would spread her wings. She was too late and probably set a new record for this "tradition". Everyone started chanting, whistling and clapping.

Y/N:" that's my sister, bitches" I yelled with pride in my voice

Y/N:" Geralt's lesson is about to start, we have to go"

we came to the garden and Geralt was waiting for us

Geralt:"Today, we will focus on energy exchange. It will allow you to identify the person in front of you, even if their true identity is concealed

Andy:“ Can we hide our true indentity?“ He asked with a surprised look on his face

Geralt:“Of course.You can pretend to be human, alter the look of your wings…. For a time, at last.“

Geralt then walked closer to Vicky and looked into her eyes

„Our eyes can be deceived. Our feeling cannot.“ As soon as he finished, he touched her stomach

„this is energy. Like fingerprints, everyone has a unique energy signature“

Geralt stepped away, marched across the row to students and, returning to his place, stood stil again.

Energy alone can indentify a demon’s or angel’s ranks. Who can named hem?“

then Austie held up a finger, I knew about her, typical demon

Gralt:" Austie"

Austie:“Demon’s and angel’s hierarchies are the same. As student, we’re at teh bottom of this chain“

Great, so if I get expelled from school, I'll be some kind of worm for everyone to boss around.

She briefly glanced at me, Vicky and Andy.

„Disregarding the unclaimed, of course, who don’t even reach that level“

Y/N:“ "I'll show you what we're capable of." I said in a firm voice, looking at her with a fixed gaze." She was surprised at what I did and Luficer just smiled

Austie:“ Folloving the angels and demons are the archangels and archdemons. Next are principalities, dominions, virtues, powers, thrones… Eatch higher rank rules over those below. Together they rule over heaven and hell, keeping the world in check. At top of the chain are the cherubinm and the seraphim. Only Shepfa is above them all.“

Geralt:“ that’s correct, Austie“

After she mentioned the seraphim, Vicky looked like she was lost in thought.

Geralt:“Most likely, you’ll never meet anyone ranking higher that the archangels and archdemons. Unsless your father is Satan“

After that some people started laughing and Lucifer put on this sly smile

Geralt:“ Judging by energy alone, you shoud be capable of determining how powerful is the demo n or angel standing before you. This is important and it may save your life“

Vicky:“ Would the attack us?“

Geralt:“How do they say it back on earth? „hope for the best, prepare for the worst“. You shoud learn to fight, even if you end up never needing to. Now I want you to feel eatch other’s energy. Split into groups of two and stand face to face. Touch the one in front of you. Embrace if you must“

Adi:“ can we kiss?“

Geralt:“ So it be. You may kiss Sammy“ I laughed after that one, too.

but Adi took it literally and they actually kissed

Y/N:" they're together, aren’t we?"

Mimi:" yeah"

Geralt:“ Enough with your sideshow. Study one another’s energy for few minutes then switch partners“

Austie was standing across from me, luckily I'm taller than her.

Austie:" Show me what you can do."

Y/N:" whatever you think," I said and with one hand I pressed her head against mine and the other hand on her stomach she did the same, after a while I felt the energy, it tasted like roses. It appeared to me as dark red light.

Austie:" your taste like iron, grey light, I like it" After that we switched partners and Mimi was across from me, my heart skipped a beat, we took each other's hand, and let the energy flow.

Mimi’s tasted like sour raspberry. It appeared to me as red light.

Y/N:" your energy tastes good"

Mimi:" your energy is iron, very interesting energy"

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment when Geralt shouted "Nemesis, let her go"

I turned around and saw this weird statue holding Vicky and mumbling something. Such a nice moment, and the stupid statue fucked it up.

Dino finally pulled Vicky away from the statue. After the situation calmed down, Geralt split us into groups me, Vicky, Mimi, Adi, Sammy and Andy and we had time to check out the others' energies for an hour.

Mimi:“ I suggest we go to our hideout“

Vicky:“ Your hideout“

Mimi:“ to crying virgins“

it was in a place where we'd have to fly, and Vicky seemed like she could handle it. Luckily Vicky made it but lost her balance on landing and fell on her face. Then Adi and the others explained the history of this place after that we had to climb a lot of stairs after that, but it was no big deal. 

Adi:“ Let’s play wagat“

Vicky:“ What’s wagat“

Mimi:“ It’s game of the fallen who’ve had too mutch Glif to grink.“

Sammy:“ It can by played sober as well.“

Vicky:“ tell me rules.“

Adi:“ My dear Vicky, are you aware that the only things that no one can conceal – not even Shepfa- are their eyes? Eyes are the window to the soul. But I’m sure you knew that“

Sammy:“ According to the rules of the game, you have to read other player’s past by looking into theirs eyes. If you uncover something meaningful, the others player fulfills your wish“

Mimi:“ if not, you fulfill his“

Andy:“Doesn’t sound that bad to me“

Adi clapped his hands together „ Wonderful. I’ll start“

He walked over to Vicky, took her cheeks in his hands so she couldn't turn her head and looked long into her eyes.

Adi:“ Weeelll…. I see…..Misselina. She told you something important---- something stunned you.“

Vicky:“ that’s right. She told me my mom is a sereph“  This was too much even for me

Y/N:“ we're a really weird family" Everyone looked at me.

Andy:" you didn't know?"

Y/N:" does my reaction look like I knew?!"

Adi:“ Did you feel her energy? How exited she got?“ Said with big smile on his face

Sammy:“ you owe him a wish“

Vicky:“ Fine, What’s your wish?“

Adi:“ I’m kind demon. I love passion. Kiss one of us. Whomever you want“

Vicky:“ Even you or Sammy“?

Adi he just grinned and said "why not?"

Vicky took Andy's head and kissed him.

After a while they stopped and Andy had a look of confusion on his face

Sammy:“ that was…“

Adi:" Hot. We’ve seen enough shades of your energy, time to move on.“

For the next hour into eatch other’s eyes to try and unclover everyone’s most vulnerable moments.

We heard many thing:

Mimi:“ Wait, Adi, why are you bi?“

Adi:“Can’t you tell?“ said with smile

Sammy:“ Mimi, you’re love with Lucifer?“

She flared up, the went silent. After a few moment, she answered.

Mimi:“No!“

Sammy:“ Then why do  you always stare at him? His imagine is engraved in your eyes.“

Adi started to cough and elbowed Sammy.

Mimi:“ Shut up. That’s not true! I’m nobody compared to Lucifer. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be allowed to by rank…

Y/N:“ and you like someone else?" everyone turned to me and Mimi replied

"Yes, but I'll never tell his name."

Adi:“Sammy, you’ve lost“

Sammy:“ What? It’s clear as day…“

He looked at Mimi’s face and shut up.

„okay, I lost. What’s you wish?“

She straightened her clothes and hair anxiously. „Steal something from angel Fencio. From his office.“  she said with an innocent smile.

Sammy:“ What?! Are you just mad about me telling the truth?

Mimi:“ Do it“

Sammy:“ He’ll kill me if I get caught“

Y/N:“ in your own interest, you should try not to get caught.“  I said with deep smile

Adi:“ it looks like a new demon will appear," he said with excitement.

After a while, Sammy flew in and showed what looked like a small phonograph

Mimi:“ the Translator? You intentionally took something that Fencio doesn’t care about?“ she said in disgust

Y/N:" what can it translate?

Sammy:" Anything you want“

Y/N:" what about the old statue"

Andy:" you mean Nemesis"?

Y/N:" yeah"

Vicky:“ What language did Nemesis speak?“

Adi:“ Old Angelic“

Vicky:“ Do you know it?“

Mimi:“ No. No one’s relly used it for a long time. When demons and angels began to work with humans, they picked up on their dialects“

 Y/N:" so let's try it!" I took the translator and went to the statue"

The others followed me. When we arrived there was no one there.

Vicky:“ where is everybody?

Mimi:“Geralt is always late…. But we’re also about ten minutes early“

Y/N:“ So, how to use it?“

Adi:“ Puti t up to her mouth like megaphone“

the statue was taller than I expected but I was still able to put it in her mouth and then she started moving her lips and started talking

„Changes are coming. The day cannot last foraver, but the night will be ruthless and terrifying. Your demise has one blue eye and the other red. He will come and také your peace away. He fill the pools with blood and tears. What happened once will happen again. She stopped speaking and returned to her previous pose as though she’d never moved at all.“

We looked nervously at each other

Y/N:“ it looks like we're in for trouble“

After a few minutes, we heard hurried steps coming toward us.

Geralt appeared at the countryard’s entrance.

He came down the stairs, disheveled and little out of breath.

The others angels and demons followed him in a line.

Geralt:“ Ah, you’re already here. Good.

 Arrange yourselves into several rows.

Geralt:“ Vicky, stand here in the center. Turn around so you cannot see who is standing where. Now, I will call out yours group members. Your task is to locate the person I name. Without looking. Relying on energy alone. Do you understand?“

Vicky:“ Yes“  then asked her where Andy, Mimi, Sammy, Adi and finally me were standing. She was able to identify all of them. This one tested us all. We all made it.

All of a sudden a deafening screech ochoed thtough the sky. Everyone looked up, trying to find the sourse.

Mimi:“ is that a seagull?“

Austie:“ It can’t be“

The screech came again. This time, it was louder and longer. The next moment, a tiny white appeared from behind the academy towers.

Andy:“It is a seagull!“

Mimi covered her mouth with her hands, staring at little bird in horror.

Y/N:“ I knew there would be trouble!"

Vicky:“ What’s the matter? It’s just a seagull“

Mimi:“ You don’t understand“

Sammy:“ A seagull above the academy is forebonding sing“

„It’s harbinger if disaster“ Mimi added

After a while, the whole flock was in the sky until the cola covered the sky

Geralt:" Shepha, enlighten us" he said in fear and amazement

One by one. The birds were dropping from the sky---- dead.

Geralt:“ everyone, get inside! Now!“ He was scared

I literally grabbed Mimi and threw her inside then yelled at the others to hide.

BAM

I turn around and I see this thing. Subantra, that thing is standing over Vicky, about to attack.

I ran and threw the thing to the ground.

Y/N:" RUN" I helped Vicky up and ran into the building, but the creature was faster and slashed me across the back.

Y/N:" AAAGH!"

everything happened so fast, when I turned around Geralt disarmed the thing, then came running up to me

Geralt:" Hang on, boy, you're gonna be all right"

There was a lot of blood coming out of my back, Adi and Sammy grabbed me and carried me.

Then I just heard Geralt explaining to Vicky what Subantra was, then I passed out.

[savhudsoncloset]

savannah via instagram - june 1, 2021

she is wearing mimi wade x vicki sarge’s hoop earrings (£180)

worn with fall 2020 runway look

[distractedrighter]

Rendezvous

Universe: Heaven’s Secret by Romance Club

Pairing: Vicky x Mimi x Dino x Lucifer, hinted Vicky x Bont

Rating: E

Prompt: After Malbonte publicly teases Vicky for her relationship with Bont, the rest of the group has questions.

Excerpt: Mimi smiled, enjoying embarrassing her friend. “Yes, as her official after-life bestie, I get all of the deets on the rest of her rendezvous. This is the first one she’s hidden from me, so I think it’s okay if I tease her about it. Right, V?” She ended her sentence with a wink.

Warnings: Spoiler-heavy, sexually explicit situations, and clear preference for Vicky x Lucifer (not sorry about it at all). I’d call it shameless smut, but honestly, I’m quite shameful over this (and it's my first smut ever!). 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48114328

[ultimatebottom69]

@oyiiiii You have to see this mate.

──── on mimi and vicky ────

they say lavender softens anxiety and I wonder whether I can plant a garden so dense in your mind that the knots in your chest unravel and never tighten again. for @agattthaa <3

Anne Carson, Euripides, Vincenzo Vela c. 1861-1862 Italy Grateful to France, Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss by Italian artist Antonio Canova, Alain de Botton, The Great (2020), "Sweet Hug" By Eva Antonini, Eden Robinson, but I died once quote on tumblr, Dress by Taylor Swift Page Edit on Pinterest, Everything Everywhere All At Once, girls at the theater on Pinterest, Poem by Lyra Wren on Tiktok, O Heaven by Blue & Exile, Rose blooming gif on Pinterest, Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War, Wolfsena on Tumblr, Karen Dolorez on Facebook, John Keats's Love Letter to Fanny Brawne, 'not a lot, just forever' by Adrianne Lenker, Soneto do Amor Total by Vinicius de Moraes, Beach Read by Emily Henry, I Wish You Would by Taylor Swift edit on Pinterest, Mimi and Vicky fanart by kathrinchek, Mimi, Vicky, Adi and Sammy fanart found on Pinterest, Beach Read by Emily Henry, The Unsent Project.

[rc-catalog]

🖊️ FANFICTION:

Heaven's Secret Revisited (Series) by @dutifullynuttywitch | Vicky Walker x Dino, Vicky x Lucifer, Adi x Sammy | TW: swearing, graphic violence, character death, smut | G to E

Les Petits Cygnes by @jillfvs | Vicky Walker x Mimi | TW: anxiety | G

Addicted to Love by @agattthaa | Vicky Walker x Mimi | T

HS2 WIP by @lolaswips | Antigone Walker x Malbonte | TW: suicide, mentions of torture and starvation | M

Daddy Luci by @dutifullynuttywitch | Vicky Walker x Lucifer | G

Solace by @angelasscribbles | Vicky Walker x Adi | TW: explicit content | E

A Little Healing by @angelasscribbles | Vicky Walker x Adi | TW: reference to sexual activity | M

🖼️ MOODBOARDS:

Heaven's Secret Moodboard by @liykaii | G

Lucifer by @dutifullynuttywitch | G

Malbonte by @dmitryswifey | T

🧵 WEB WEAVING

On Lucifer and Vicky by @webanglikethat | Vicky Walker x Lucifer | TW: suggestive paintings, mention of death | M

On Mimi and Vicky by @webanglikethat | Vicky Walker x Mimi | T

[jillfvs]

Les Petits Cygnes

fandom: heaven's secret | ballet au!

pairing: vicky x mimi

characters: vicky, mimi, eliza (mentioned), austie (mentioned)

rating: G

word count: 429 words

warnings: anxious mimi

summary: as a delicate prelude to a dance awaits, anxiety is gripping mimi's heart.

tags: @webanglikethat, @annn-starrr, @ellalalala, @rc-catalog

Vicky and Mimi stood in the wings, hearts beating in unison with the pulsing music. The stage, a realm of magic and grace, awaited to embrace their every movement. The audience, an unseen sea of anticipation, held its breath.

Mimi inhaled deeply, the weight of legacy pressing down on her. Her mother, a former prima ballerina who had once commanded the role of Swan Queen, watched from the audience. Mimi longed to make her proud, even if she wasn't the Swan Queen herself. Her colleague, Austie, had claimed that honor, leaving Mimi with a lingering ache of disappointment.

Vicky, sensing Mimi's unease, gently took her hand. “You’re going to be amazing out there. We’ve practiced so much, and you’re incredible.”

Mimi squeezed Vicky’s hand, drawing strength from her touch. “I know. I just… I want my mom to be proud of me. She was the Swan Queen, and I’m just one of the little swans.”

“You’re more than just a little swan.” Vicky whispered, her voice like a soothing melody. “You’re my swan. And your mom will be proud of you, no matter what. We’re a team, remember?”

Mimi nodded, a flicker of calm settling within her. They stepped onto the stage, taking their positions. As the quiet of the second act enveloped them, Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Little Swans" finally began. Each step, each jump, represented a seamless dance of unity and elegance. But to the girls, it was a testament to their love and dedication.

As they danced, Mimi felt her anxiety dissipate, replaced by the sheer joy of the performance. The audience's gaze was a distant hum; all that mattered was the dance, the moment, and Vicky by her side. They moved together, a symphony of grace, embodying the ethereal beauty of the little swans.

When the final note resonated through the theater, the audience erupted in applause. Mimi and Vicky took their bows, breathless and radiant. Mimi’s eyes searched the crowd until she found her mother’s face, illuminated with pride.

Back in the wings, Vicky enveloped Mimi in a tight, warm embrace. “See? You were extraordinary. I told you.”

Mimi smiled, tears of relief and joy shimmering in her eyes. “Thank you, Vicky. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You never have to,” Vicky murmured, brushing a kiss against Mimi's cheek. “We’re in this together, always.”

Amid the echoes of applause and the warmth of each other’s embrace, they knew that no matter what roles they played, they had already created something exquisite. Together, they were unstoppable, two souls intertwined in a dance of love and perfection.