#why does he want to be pampered when he’s already rich?

[tojiscrack]

I’M CRYING

tell me why i was scrolling through twitter at 4am, stalking the gojo tag cuz why not, and then i see that this man would probably be a freeloader or a swallow (japanese term for a literal sugar baby, according to my sources - correct me if i’m wrong) to older women if not a jujutsu sorcerer?

I’M CACKLING 😭 GEGE, WHAT IS THIS?

[mangooes]

Won't you quit your work darling?

Sylus Qinche was a man who got what he wanted.

Always.

With his wealth, influence, and terrifying reputation, there was nothing beyond his grasp. Cities bent to his will, his enemies trembled at the mere mention of his name, and the underground empire he built within the N109 Zone was untouchable.

And yet—

There was one thing Sylus could not control.

"Sweetie," he drawled, propping himself lazily against the kitchen counter, watching his wife gather her things for work. "Remind me again why you insist on working a job when I can literally buy the entire company for you."

His wife, buttoning up her crisp blouse, shot him an amused glance. "Because, Sysy, I like my job."

Sylus scowled. "You don’t need it."

"But I want it."

"I’m rich, (Name)."

"I know that, Sylus." She rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag. "We are both rich. You think I don’t have money?"

Sylus huffed, blocking the doorway before she could leave. "That’s not the point. The point is, you don’t have to work."

(Name) smirked, tilting her head, challenging. "Oh really? then tell me why you work, and yet you forbid me to do so."

"That’s different. I run a bussiness, sweetie. You sit in an office and deal with reports."

"Exactly. You do illegal stuff, I do legal stuff. Balance."

"Sweetie." Sylus’s crimson eyes gleamed with determination and admiration. "You could be lounging in luxury instead of wasting your time doing paperwork."

She arched a brow. "And what would I do all day?"

"Be pampered. Spoiled. Worshiped by your beloved devoted husband."

"Sylus, regardless of me working or not, you spoil me everytime, so whats the difference hm?"

Sylus groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. "That’s another problem—"

"Oh no, we are not starting that conversation again." She poked his chest. "Move, darling. I’m going to be late."

Sylus crossed his arms, blocking her path completely. "Hmmm...No."

She sighed. "Sysy—"

"You can’t leave, kitten." He smirked, fully prepared for the counterattack. "You’ll have to get past me."

She stared at him for a moment.

Then, with a sweet, innocent smile—

She grabbed his tie, yanked him down, and kissed him senseless.

Sylus, caught off guard, groaned into the kiss, his hands immediately snapping to her waist, his grip possessive, unwilling to let go.

And that—

Was his mistake.

The second he melted into her touch, She swiftly ducked under his arm, grabbed her bag, and bolted for the door.

"Damn it— (Name)!"

"Love you, I'll be back with takeouts later before dinner!" she called over her shoulder, already gone.

Sylus stood there, stunned.

Then, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "That woman…"

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Fifteen minutes later

Sylus sat at the dining table, arms crossed, brows furrowed as Luke and Kieran stood before him, desperately trying not to laugh.

"The missus escaped again, huh, boss?" Kieran smirked.

Sylus shot him a glare. "She always does, my kitten is too smart for me."

"Maybe next time, try not to fall for her kiss trap," Luke chuckled.

Sylus huffed. "It was a cheap shot."

Kieran grinned. "And yet, you fall for it every time."

Sylus groaned, rubbing his temples. "She’s impossible."

Luke nudged Kieran. "How long do you think before he tries again?"

"Three days," Kieran guessed.

Sylus glared at them both. "I will make her quit her work, someday."

Luke and Kieran exchanged a look.

"Sure, boss. Yeah! Goodluck with that.."

Knowing well that before even going to war, sylus had already lost when faced by his adorable wife.

I know i hate work but what if, sylus's wife refused to quit just because she also wants to contribute on making funds for their family (despite sylus having everything-)

[alanisstonedd]

an: self indulgent. and imma add onto ts later bcs this rlly got me tf going

cw: MDNI, p in v, pussy eating, toxic behavior

dangerous dick makes for something so toxic. the circles you & ony go in have you dizzy. the fucking, the fighting, the making up... you can't even tell which one comes first at this point. you honestly wish you could let go of the way he stares you down when he needs you, but you don't think its possible.

you could punch him in the fucking face for playing with you like he does. but sadly, even as you lay in your luscious bed, pampered and trying to relax - the thought of him fucking you into the sheets the night before snakes its way into your mind. you'll never be cured. his demon dick must've cursed your ass forever, you think. and the way his tongue moves?? he has to be one.

the heat of that mouth alone sends you into cardiac arrest. he sucks like he means it - with his whole mouth. eyes closed like he knows he sucking your soul clean out. its like hes perfectly fluent in your body, knowing exactly when to lick, versus when to slurp, like the cream dripping out of you is his sustenance. his huge hands forcing you to pay attention to every second of his personal deciphering of your pleasure. that dick reaching a place you honestly thought was a myth, rearranging your marbles girl - you're dumb for it.

which is why its such a shame you've been on "seen" for the past two weeks after cussing AND kicking him out, the green bubble next to his profile pic indicating that hes not ignoring everyone - just you. you called ONE time, ego already too bruised to make yourself look like anymore of a fool for this nigga.

you're notttt really innocent either tho. having cussed him out for his words related to your having your friend "test" him... again. and his words related to the secret "revenge trip" to cabo he learned about via your ig story... and we all know how ony feels about shaking ass on ig. he went ghost just to try and knock you down a few pegs, and to try and get a break from your bullshit.

but even as hes leaving some silly hookup, feeling a pang of regret and mostly exhaustion while driving home in the g-wagon - he can't seem to shake all the late nights ya'll spent in that backseat. the one he can see directly in the mirror. cherry red seats complementing the blackout truck so seductively. just like they compliment your rich brown skin, especially when its glittering in the moonlight with sweat from how hes working you out. the way your cream drips down onto that seat whenever hes deep in you, drilling you with everything he has - because thats what you deserve. the smell of your miss dior making his heart beat out of his chest, sending him into a trance. addicted to the taste of you, the smell of you, the way you drip onto his tongue like your pussy actually knows just how bad he wants it.

the way you gush for him is a sin in itself. the taste of you - something he craves like a drug. the same way he craves rutting into you like an animal, whether it be cramped in the back of his g wagon or spread out over something somewhere. his eyes feasting in the delicious sight of you, the same way his mouth does. not his fault you look edible. completely devour-able. and devour he will.

the way you kiss him, tongue snaking into his mouth, teeth nipping his lips like you know it makes him drill you that much harder. bending you whichever way he pleases because he knows you love when he manhandles you. fucking into you with a certain fervor only reserved for yourself. absolutely entranced by the way your perfect tits bounce directly into his mouth when he’s bucking up into you, arms locked around your waist. his balls emptied into you, and on you by the time yall are done

matter fact, he'll hit you up tomorrow. and you'll answer, just like you always do. the conversation eventually drifting to him coming over, and after only a drink or two, yall gon start alllll over again

©  alanisstonedd 2025 — do not steal, plagiarize, or modify my content.

hope y'all liked this! likes, reblogs and all the rest are much appreciated!!!

xoxo, lana 💋💋💋

[scap34]

sugar baby!toji x rich! dom! mean! sadistic! manipulative! male! Younger! sugar daddy!reader

Turning your contract fuck buddy into your sugar baby <3

warnings: degrading, cussing, fingering, mild daddy kink, slight feminization, lingerie

Toji was getting too close to you. 

Maybe it was how you fucked him. Your sadistic nature shining through when you edged him for hours and fucked him roughly after. Or the way you treated him. 

Of course you did treat him like he was yours. But you also pampered him, petted his head, and sang praises into his ears until he came. 

The more he was with you, the more spoiled and lazy he got. With you, all he had to think about was how to please you. Sometimes after you played with him for hours he’d forget everything, acting exactly like the brain dead cock whore you called him. 

The money with you was stable. You paid him well, too well maybe. You also covered all his expenses when you were together. When he was with you, he had no worries. 

But he couldn’t always be with you. 

“I quit.” He said suddenly to you. You and him were sitting on the couch. The tv was on, playing one of those ridiculous horse races Toji liked to gamble on. 

Your hands paused typing and you looked over at him. He looked back at you, seriously. His legs were up and he rested against the couch comfortably. 

He was fond of the couch, you knew that. That’s why you’d brought a new couch. It was just for him and you would even work next to him to make sure he had company. 

“You quit?” You repeated back confused. He nodded, uncharacteristically serious. You knew he could be serious but with you, his coldness fell away. You thought you were past this point already.

“Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I’m bored.” He wasn’t. You could tell. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked away guiltily. He drummed his finger against his thick thighs. 

Cute. What a liar your baby was. 

“Okay.” You said agreeing. He immediately looked at you surprised by your quick agreement. You forced your lips to not move, suppressing a smirk. 

You nodded at him, copying his seriousness. “I understand. You can move out whenever you are ready. I’ll send the last check as soon as you leave.” 

His mouth parted in surprise and the hurt in his eyes was hard to hide. It was adorable. He was the one who wanted to leave and yet he was hurt by your agreement? 

He slumped a bit and nodded looking downcast. “Okay.” 

Poor baby. You cooed in your head. You wanted to take him into your arms and kiss his head. You wanted to tell him that you never cared about him and see his reaction. 

“Okay.” You echoed pleased. You turned back to your computer, fingers resuming work.  

Toji wanted you to protest but you nonchalantly agreed to let him leave. He thought you’d put a bit of resistance against his decision. However despite your initial surprise you agreed so readily. 

Despite wanting to leave, he couldn’t help but regret his decision. 

Whatever. He would be fine. After all you were just a good fuck that paid him well. He was sure he’d find something else.  …

“Who was that slut?” He demanded. You gave him an unimpressed look. Both of you could hear the note of pain in his voice. 

It’s been days since he quit. Days since he’d seen you and now he finds you shopping for that slut with the black card you used on him? Did you move on that quick?

“He’s my sugar baby.” You replied calmly. 

Sugar baby?

You smirked at his confusion. “Yeah, it’s like the contract between us, but instead of paying him, he lives with me, sleeps with me and I take care of all his needs.”

You what?

He immediately glared at you. “Why did you pick that slut?” 

You moved closer to him. Inches away from him, he could smell your coconut shampoo. A dazed look crossed his eyes for a second. He missed your scent. 

Your lips tugged into a smirk, immediately noticing his reaction. “I thought he was cute.” 

Cute? He did look more feminine. Blond hair, soft features and doe eyes. Was he your type? Did you like that slut more than him?

“I thought he’d look really pretty dressed in lingerie.” You added thoughtfully, tapping a finger against your chin. 

He almost regretted not killing the slut when he saw him. He should have. Torn his limbs off and asked you how pretty the slut looked then. 

“No.” 

“No, what Toji? This isn’t your decision.” You grinned cruelly. Your words were targeted and made to hurt. 

He was sorry, okay? So stop being so cruel. 

“M’ sorry.” He mumbled out. His head was hanging low. His hands uselessly clenched into fists. He couldn’t brute force his way through his. 

“And what should I do about that?” You said smirking. Toji looked at you betrayed. Didn’t he already admit his mistake?

“Take me back.” He muttered under his breath. You smirked like that was what you expected him to say. 

“I have a few conditions.” He gulped at your words. Your tone sounded wrong and there was a cruel smile on your lips. But he knew he’d agree to anything you said. He needed you. He missed you. 

“You will be my sugar baby.”  …

You’re a manipulative piece of shit. Toji realized as he hissed. Hands desperately clutched the sheets, his face was burned with heat. His throbbing cock begged for attention, hitting his stomach each time you thrusted that damn toy in his ass. 

You had everything planned out didn’t you? You’d used that fucking blond slut to make him jealous. And now you had him exactly where you wanted him. 

Face down on your bed, hips raised up, exposing his hole, and all dolled up in red lingerie for you. Lingerie that he wore because you liked it when he was dressed all pretty for you.

He choked out another moan when you rubbed his cock, rubbing it slowly before you let go again. 

“F-fk yu, fuckin’ a-ah!” He slurred out, crying out as you shoved the toy further into his hole. His body trembled, his cock pathetically leaking drops of precum. 

“What were you saying slut?” Your voice stern laced with traces of amusement. A hand roughly smacked his ass, sending a jolt up his spine. 

His mind filled with pleasure as he let out a sob into the mattress, clenching the silk sheets with a white knuckled grip. His cock was so fucking hard. Everything you did to him only made him harder. 

He could barely think. The plug pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy. You were a sadistic bastard. 

Another slap to his ass knocked him out of his trance. This one was aimed a bit lower, right against the plug. He cried out louder, cock spurting out watery white cum. 

His knees gave out as soon as his third orgasm in 2 hours hit. 

Too blissed out, he didn’t notice when you pulled out the plug, and turned him around. 

He didn’t move, keeping his legs spread, eyes closed,and cheek pressed to the mattress. 

A second passed then another. You sighed and moved away from him. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you in confusion. His eyes went to your hard cock that strained against your zipper. 

He looked up at you, confused. You didn’t acknowledge him and used a few tissues to clean him up. Tossing them away you draped a blanket over him. 

This is what you did after you were done with him, and yet you still hadn’t come once. You were clearly still hard. Why weren’t you fucking him?

Was he really not enough for you? The thought was like a bucket of cold water that poured over him. The orgasmatic bliss he’d been floating in, disappeared, throwing him back to reality. 

He disappointed you. 

You were walking away from him. A whine left his throat before he could think. He got off the sofa, his legs weak but stable. 

“[Name],” he bit his lip. “D-daddy p-please.” He called out, a pink flush in his cheeks. You froze in your steps. 

You turned around slowly, your eyes drinking in Toji’s lingerie and disheveled state with clear arousal. You liked him dressed like this. He hesitantly reached up and pressed his bra clad pecs together. 

Your eyes immediately zoned into the movement. 

He was right. 

Ignoring the burning blush of embarrassment he played with his chest, that way he’d seen you do it to him. He squeezed them, and rolled his nipple between his thumb and index, moaning when it sent heat straight into his cock. 

You’d covered his cock with the lacy red panties after he finished. His hardening cock, bulging against the soft fabric. The friction only intensified his arousal.

He panted softly, his exposed skin flushed with humiliation. He must have looked pathetic, dressed up like a slut. The feminine lingerie that barely covered his body, clearly wasn’t made for him. But under your lust blown eyes, he felt so fucking wanted.

“Fuck me, daddy. I want your cum in me.” He whined looking up at you with half lidded lashes. Like expected you fell for it.

Your face split into a grin. Taking two strides forward you closed the distance between you and him. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his tits and ass. 

“Gladly.” You purred, fingers slipping into Toji’s loose hole. He sucked in a breath, a moan slipping from his lips. He eagerly grinded down onto your fingers, like he was scared he wouldn’t please you.

You licked his neck and smiled where he couldn’t see it. Your sweet baby. So pretty, and ready to please. You didn’t feel bad about manipulating him.

Dolled up in lingerie, playing with his large tits, cheeks flushed with shame. He looked so fucking erotic. So willing to do whatever it took to make you happy. 

You turned him around, hands on his small waist. He gasped but easily spread his legs, bending over obediently. Your smirk grew, as you lined your cock up to his entrance, pushing in and bottoming out. 

Your baby cried out, still sensitive from his last orgasm. You pulled out and thrusted back in without mercy. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with both of your moans. 

“My perfect slut. So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my cock whore.” You muttered thrusting into him. Toji, already fucked stupid, eagerly nodded along. His useless cock, spilling beads of cum. 

“Yes, yes, your slut. Want your cum. Please pl’se.” he slurred out, gasping when you buried you hand in his hair and yanked it roughly. Tears bit the corner of his eyes, his expression was aggrieved. 

You chuckled and rubbed the head of his cock in apology. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head, small whines, pleas falling from his pink lips. 

Who were you to deny your beautiful baby anything? 

You fucked into his tight ass, his greedy hole clinging to your cock as you pulled out even slightly. 

“P’ease plea-hic,” he sobbed. “M’ w’nna cum, please.” You thrusted into him harder, holding his waist. Your own orgasm building up. Your baby wanted you to use him, so you will.

When you finally cum, Toji collapses forward. His hole was leaking with cum, his body still trembling from his orgasm. 

You tucked your cock away, smiling when Toji’s eyes landed on your softened cock with delight. He was proud that he made you cum. A-fucking-dorable.

You couldn’t wait to spoil this man rotten. Your precious sugar baby.

[temis-de-leon]

Gn!MC taking care of Lucifer

Characters: gn!MC x Lucifer, established relationship. Diavolo has a cameo

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Requested by @flaringfoxsoul03: Can I ask for a one shot with Obey Me! Lucifer having a bad day so MC can comfort him? Just everything that can go wrong in a week does happen and it’s up to MC to pamper and relax an extremely on edge Lucifer for the weekend?

A/N: the writer's block is strong, but the Czech Republic is stronger. Almost 4k words, fellas! Very proud of how it came out, so I hope you enjoy it just as much

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As mysterious and private as Lucifer wanted to appear to everyone who looked at him, he loved MC more than enough to let them see his true self; and even if their eyes weren’t as observant as Diavolo’s, they’d grown to learn his features and the tiniest changes in his expressions that let them know what was going through his mind at any giving moment.

His eyes, tinted with demonic magic, darkened significantly when someone crossed him, but the crimson almost disappeared during his drunken state, when the love he felt for his loved ones was greater than his sin. On a similar note, although most strangers only saw nonchalance and ill amusement, some had the unfortunate luck to meet his frowns, a product of his short temper. Only his family and friends ever heard his laugh, and only MC had the privilege to see the pretty blush on his cheeks when he opened his heart to the fullest.

An arch on his eyebrows, a crease on his forehead, the corner of his lips… Each part of his features had a crucial part in his expressions.

Which is why his current mood was proving to be so difficult to decipher.

Face completely blank, devoid of emotion, and as levelled and symmetrical as a painting. Not an ounce of emotion to guide MC nor a voice that could explain what he was thinking, or at least, pretending to think.

All in all, he was utterly and viciously empty.

“…Luci?” MC repeated for the third time, voice soaked in doubt.

Again, no answer.

They were separated by his desk and the obscene amount of papers and documents piled over the wooden surface, some even on the floor already, but the distance felt even longer. There, seated with his legs crossed and a hand over his chest, it almost seemed as if Lucifer was protecting himself from them, which hurt more than they could’ve ever imagined.

With their heart in their throat, MC got up and went around the desk, sitting on the edge before grabbing his free hand. He hadn’t taken his gloves off, and that felt even more like a barrier. His face still didn’t show any emotion.

“I didn’t… know” they assured him with a voice too small for them. “He told me this morning and gave me no room to refuse. I tried to tell him I was already occupied this weekend, but…”

“You are to obey Lord Diavolo’s orders” he interrupted.

The sound of his voice, which had been deprived from them for minutes, warmed them like a blanket, although MC wished he’d show something. They would completely understand if he was angry, just like they were, or sad, or frustrated or bitter. Hell, they could even imagine him understanding the situation, but there was simply nothing.

“I need to know you’re going to be fine”

That made him chuckle, a rich sound that pulled on their insides and made them bend down in search of a kiss, but their lips only touched his for a second before he pulled away and got up from his chair. Thankfully, their hands remained together.

“You underestimate me, MC” he murmured as he left the desk area and walked towards the fireplace. The lights from the flames illuminated the sharp edges of his jaw and his cheekbones, but they made him look sick and tired, like a ghost. “The change of plans does displease me, but there’s little we can do about it. Our best approach is to accept it and move on. We’ll choose another weekend for our getaway”

“But we chose this one because you had a business trip to the human world!” MC cried.

Their tone, although not too loud, sounded like a yell in the privacy of his office.

He looked at them in return, tired and unimpressed. He was serious about it.

Sighing, knowing there would be no real winners in this situation, Lucifer walked in their direction, dragging his feet over the marble floor until he reached them to cup their face with both hands. His breath had the faint smell of Demonus, and MC couldn’t help but wonder if he’d had the chance to have a decent dinner.

“This is completely unfair” they whined, catching themselves before stomping their feet in frustration.

He kissed their lips briefly and then moved to kiss their forehead, staying there for more seconds than necessary, although MC would keep him there for the rest of their lives. Then, without saying anything, he sat again and grabbed a random document to fill.

“Complaining does nothing about it” he said softly, his eyelids halfway closed. Without looking at them again, he squeezed their fingers and pointed at the door with his chin. “Go to sleep, MC. Don’t stay late for me”

“You go to sleep” they answered in defiance.

He chuckled again, with a hint of humour, and let them go.

MC tried to make eye contact with him as they walked towards the office entrance, with no such luck. He stayed looking at the papers the whole time.

Hours later, they woke up alone, and they knew.

They had to talk to Diavolo.

.

Thankfully, their new position as president of RAD’s Human Film Appreciation Festival gave them plenty of opportunities to arrange a meeting with the prince. It would be a short one, and they had to run from their classroom to his office in order to get there in time, but at least they now had Diavolo’s entire attention focused on them.

Also, Barbatos wasn’t there, which was a point in their favour. The last thing they needed was the demon butler breathing down their neck, after all.

Yet, somehow, MC still felt the constricting tendrils of anticipation and unsureness clasping around their throat, making their breaths shallow and insufficient. They stared with wide eyes as Diavolo eagerly served them both the tea and pastries Barbatos had previously prepared in a thermos and container and forced themselves to push down the guilt at what they were about to do next.

Threatening the prince of the Devildom was a bad idea, and him being their friend left a sour taste in their mouth, but all they had to do to stay strong was remember Lucifer’s exhausted eyes and the disappointed expression he’d hidden during that awful conversation the night prior.

They would pay Diavolo back, obviously, but not all good things came without a little bit of evil…right?

“So, MC, what did you want to talk about?” he said, finally sitting down in front of them with a giant smile and sparkly eyes, which just made MC feel worse. “Is it about the festival? I’m hoping a deep look into the relationship between history and culture will let us demons understand humans better. From what I understand, movies have evolved rather quickly in the last hundred years, so maybe we could show the most influential film per decade, or maybe we could go in another direction showing different genres…”

“Hold up!”

They held both hands up, surprised at his rant.

It seemed he was far more interested in the festival than he’d initially shown.

Oh, this was going to be awful…

“I need you to stop right there for a second, Dia” they laughed nervously as he threw a sheepish smile in return. “You’re going way too fast”

He nodded while sipping a bit of his tea, and MC forced themselves to do the same, not wanting to appear ungrateful. It tasted delicious, though, and the soothing warmth calmed their jittery movements.

“Forgive me, please. I grew too excited. What is it that you need, MC?”

“Why can’t Solomon be the director of the festival?”

The cup trembled between their fingers, threatening to spill its contents, but MC needed to hold something and anchor themselves. It came out too fast and abrupt, like an accidental spit. They weren’t afraid, much less of Diavolo, but the reality of what they were doing weighed heavy on their shoulders.

Talking to Lucifer’s best friend, their friend, with an ulterior motive, even if they had good intentions, felt like betraying everyone’s trust.

Especially when Diavolo’s main interest remained on progress and evolution.

Of course, MC loved the idea of sharing their favourite movies with the brothers, the angels and every friend they’d made along the way during their stay in the Devildom; childhood and adult cartoons, stupid rom-coms, sci-fi, fantasy, historical, real-life events… They longed to see their reactions at every shocking scene and whether or not they would hum the songs' rhythm along with the characters, laugh and cry with them and discuss the stupid decisions made by horror film’s final girls.

However…

They also wanted to spend their deserved time with Lucifer, especially when their poor demon had been so drowned under his work, patiently waiting for his brief three-day vacation.

And damn it if MC was letting others take that away from him.

“He’s human too” they added before Diavolo had the chance to say anything.

He sighed, briefly nodding in agreement before looking at them with pity, like he was denying candy to a child.

“You have to admit it’s a different situation, MC. You had a normal human childhood and grew up as such. Remember, that’s the same reason why we chose you as the second exchange student. Solomon is not reliable in that sense”

“C’mon, it’s not like he doesn’t watch movies!”

It would’ve sounded better if they believed their own words, but did Solomon actually watch any movies other than The Tale of the Seven Lords? He was so occupied doing his own thing, studying, experimenting and being a general nuisance to others, that films and movies were, probably, a secondary thing to him.

“Okay, maybe he doesn’t”

“MC…”

“Listen, please” they pleaded, leaning forward to kneel before him in a begging position. A drastic procedure, sure, but enough to shock him and make him pay attention. “Give me just this weekend for myself to spend with Lucifer, just this weekend. After that, I’m all yours”

“Mephistopheles is already writing a draft with the announcement, MC; we can’t just change it at the last moment”

“Why not? He’ll organize the festival himself if you ask him to”

“He probably would, yes…”

They laughed at that, and the air in the office thankfully lost its tension, but their hands were still shaky. Awkwardly, immediately regretting their decision, MC got up and sat on the chair again. Diavolo watched each one of their movements before speaking again.

“MC, remember how hard you worked to become a human representative in the Academy? I need you to smooth the relationship amongst us all, and I think sharing culture is one of the best ways”

A silence followed, and MC took the opportunity to drink more tea, although it was already lukewarm and not as sweet. The pastries in the middle of the table were buttery and delicious, too, but they noticed with amusement that the famous hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies were missing from the table.

An idea struck.

They hummed, sipped even more tea and crossed their legs in contemplation. Diavolo tilted his head with curiosity.

“Say, Dia… Did you know that Levi is in the human realm for a game event?”

“Levi?” he repeated, confused by the change of subject. “Yeah, I heard something. He completed all his assignments in advance. Why do you ask?”

MC threw their head back as they finished their tea. They left the cup on its matching plate, got up and walked towards the door. Classes were about to start anyway.

“Just so you know” they said, looking over their shoulder. “I’m not above asking him to bring some pickles”

His reaction brought a sickening feeling of satisfaction, but they managed to hide the smile in time.

They knew he knew what they meant.

If he refused again, even after their harmless little threat, he’d never be able to eat comfortably at the House of Lamentation ever again, and perhaps even at the castle. Barbatos wanted him to eat a little bit of everything, after all, and who was MC to deny a healthy diet?

“I’ll talk to Mephistopheles”

YES.

“I knew I could count on you, Dia”

They threw a final, innocent smile at him before turning around and closing the door behind them.

“You’re evil, MC” was the last thing he said as they disappeared.

.

As days passed without any significant change, MC felt as if they were about to burn from the inside out.

Lucifer withered before them, buried under responsibilities that no one else was capable of taking over: Mammon’s debts and bills, Levi’s flood damage, Beel’s take-out orders, and even other tasks unrelated to his brothers, like student council documents and the business of Devildom politics that MC didn’t understand. He hunched over his desk, with either a coffee mug or a glass of Demonus in his free hand, and signed papers until his fingers became too sore to continue. When he slept, it was for less than three hours a night, and his dreams were always unpleasant; MC hadn’t been able to help him rest any of those times.

Ironically, the straw that broke the camel’s back was his favourite pen. One moment, it was fine, and the next, a pool of black ink spoiled the surface of his desk. MC had been there to witness the occasion, mouth agape in horror, and to hold his hand with all the care in the world as his head fell and his shoulders shook. However, he hadn’t been crying. It’d been laughter, soft and nonsensical, completely unusual for him.

Their fortitude almost broke right there and then, watching him lose himself over something so trivial and stupid, but a look into the future helped them keep quiet and forced them to resign themselves to caress his hair and wait until he could be convinced into going to sleep relatively early.

And now, barely a day and a half later, MC was watching him across the multitude of humans in a train station in Prague.

It was a beautiful city that they would’ve loved to visit on any other occasion, but their weekend was already completely booked in a small town not so far away. Thankfully, though, if everything went to plan, Lucifer would be happy enough by the end of Sunday to let them plan another escapade in the area.

But that was something to worry about in the future. For now, all MC had to do was make sure not to get the blue fabric of his coat out of sight.

He was as recognizable in his human outfit as in his RAD uniform.

Although MC had to admit they preferred him dressed in black and red…

Never mind that.

The informant voice from the speakers across the station gave one final warning before the train doors opened, and all of a sudden, everyone who was previously standing still suddenly hurried to walk over them and get to their seats. Despite the uncomfortable pushes, MC stayed glued to the floor, not so discreetly staring at Lucifer.

He was writing something on his DDD, waiting at the threshold.

Not even a second later, a buzz came from their pocket. Their heartbeat quickened as they took their phone out and read the thread of messages.

I’m about to board. I’m not sure how good the signal will be during the ride, so I’ll text again when I get there. Don’t let my brothers pull you into their troubles. I love you. … I’ll miss you. I miss you.

The last few words pulled on their heartstrings, making a frown appear on their lips as they finally entered the train.

It was a cheap ride, with worn-out seats and tiny doors that only let one person through at a time. They could see him across the distance, safely setting his travelling bag above his seat with an absent look on his face as the rest of the passengers searched for their places in the other carriages.

MC took a deep sigh and checked their ticket one last time. It was right next to Lucifer’s, courtesy of Barbatos, but their nerves still made them doubtful.

Or perhaps the nerves were due to Lucifer himself.

Who knew? It was too late to go back.

Not like they even wanted to.

They knew it was eagerness and anticipation what pumped the blood through their veins with such ferocity as they walked towards him, sending warmth to their cheeks and the sound of their heartbeat to their ears.

It was as if they weren’t already dating, dancing around each other with flirtatious remarks, hoping for something more. Like a dumb teenager confessing to their crush, hands sweaty and all.

“Hi, Luci” they said in a soft tone when they finally got there, careful not to say his full name.

He immediately turned his head, looking up at them from where he was seated looking through the window. His jaw fell slightly open, and his eyelids fluttered, blinking fast as if trying to scatter away a speck of dust; as if MC was part of his imagination and not standing right in front of him.

So they waited in silence, smiling widely and expecting him to mutter their name or to get up and sweep them off their feet, but he did none of that. Instead, he stayed where he was and didn’t move a muscle, and it wasn’t until then that MC realised how tired he actually was.

It wasn’t just the dark bags under his eyes or the restraint in his expressions but also his sluggish movements and the dull layer of grey over his hypnotizing dark eyes, as well as the slight yellowish colour that made him look sick.

“Oh, baby…” they muttered while sitting down. “What have they done to you?”

“No one has claimed that seat yet… What are you- Who let you- Did Barbatos open a portal for you?”

His questions were slow, but MC was happy to hear him anyway. Taking advantage of their anonymity and their lack of reputation in that specific part of the world, they lifted a hand and caressed his jaw with slow strokes, taking note of every beauty mark and detangling the few strands of hair that fell over his face.

They probably looked just as they were: a lovesick couple, but MC came to find that they didn’t care.

“There has been a slight change of plans” they explained in a soft voice, cupping his cheek before leaning in to kiss him gently. He hummed and nodded in response. “Diavolo moved the festival for next week, so I’m free. I’m going with you to Loděnice”

“May I ask how that happened?” he asked against their lips.

They smiled and huffed in amusement, feeling their stomach untie some knots when he smirked at the noise.

“No, you may not”

He laughed. Not as carefree as MC would’ve liked, but it was still happier than before. His entire figure seemed more relaxed, too, and once the train started moving, he even changed his arm so it could bring MC closer to his side.

Thankfully, no one around them paid any mind.

They wouldn’t stop if they did, but not having eyes on them was a bonus.

“Did you have anything to do with the location change for the meeting?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement”

“Very well, then” he chuckled again before falling back to silence.

Minutes passed, and the scenery changed, but they stayed in the same position, only moving as little as possible when the inspector came to check their tickets and getting even closer once they were finally left alone.

The ride wouldn’t be long, MC knew, but they hadn’t been that close in weeks, and they had the feeling that 'withdrawal syndrome' would be an accurate name for what they had been living those past few days without each other's company.

“I missed you” they confessed against the collar of his sweater.

He rubbed circles on their shoulder, staying quiet for a second before answering. When he spoke again, he sounded hesitant.

“Forgive me for neglecting you” he murmured, low enough for only them to hear. “I’m not sure… I don’t know how it happened. Everything piled up”

“Yeah, I know” they interrupted him. “I’m not mad at you; just happy that’s all finally over”

“I haven’t planned anything for the weekend, though” he complained, pouting against their hair in disappointment. “You should’ve told me sooner so I could’ve prepared an itinerary”

MC laughed, surprising him, and got up with a cunning look on their face. Had they been alone, they would’ve milked the act, but they’d probably have more time for that in the next few days. For the moment, they felt perfectly happy staring at his curious expression.

“Oh, my dear Luci” they sighed in an exaggerated matter.

They bent down, rummaging through their backpack in search of a single paper, and got up again with a triumphant smile.

“I have 72 full hours already planned for you” they announced, drinking in his astonishment. “Including a visit to… a vinyl record factory”

The effect was immediate. His eyes lightened up, and the pointy ends of his fangs peeked through his childlike, eager smile. If their eyes didn’t lie, MC could even see the faint tint of a blush on his pale skin.

“A vinyl���? A factory?!”

They could only laugh in return, nodding and giggling in excitement as he hugged them with all his strength and all his fingers curled around their waist and their neck.

“There are mines, too” they kept saying, but their voice was muffled by his coat. “And the scenery is worth a moment. If you want to go somewhere else after the meeting, I don’t mind, but remember that you’re mine once you’re done, okay?”

“Yes, I know” he answered immediately, swaying them both from one side to another. His heart beat strongly against their chest, and theirs soon followed the same rhythm. “I’m yours... I’m yours...”

And he didn’t need to say it, but MC knew he meant something way deeper.

They knew him well, after all.

.

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[dioslesbianwife]

hi there!1!1!

Could i get jofoes with reader who is absolutely LOADED i mean spending-thousands-of-dollars-without-batting-an-eye type of money and pampers the jofoes constantly (whether they like it or not)

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hii sure! ♥︎♥︎♥︎ thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! <333

Dio

Absolutely thrives in luxury. He doesn’t question where your wealth comes from, only how he can use it to his advantage.

Encourages you to spoil him. He’s used to taking from others, but having someone willingly give him everything? He loves it.

Expensive suits, gold jewelry, lavish mansions- he wants it all.

If you ever try to spoil others, he’ll get possessive.

"Hmph. Why waste your wealth on those beneath you? Focus on me, my dear."

Kars

He’s used to being worshipped, so your generosity just makes sense to him.

At first, he doesn’t care much for material things. But when you start pampering him, he starts enjoying it.

Precious gems and artifacts? Exotic weapons? Expensive art? He accepts it all without hesitation.

If you try to outshine him, though, he’ll make sure you remember who the superior being is.

"You’re quite generous, but don’t forget… I am above such human concepts as wealth." (He says this while lounging in silk robes in a penthouse.)

Wamuu

Conflicted. He respects strength and discipline, so he doesn’t think he deserves to be spoiled.

But he won’t refuse gifts if they’re given with sincerity.

If you try to buy him expensive weapons or armor, he’ll be genuinely touched.

"You honor me greatly. I shall use this well."

Prefers practical gifts over luxury, but he won’t stop you from spending on him.

Esidisi

Loves being spoiled but also loves spoiling you back.

He’s dramatic, so expect over-the-top reactions when you buy him something extravagant.

"Ohhh! My dear, you are quite good to me! But please, don’t stop~!"

Will absolutely flaunt the wealth you shower on him. Fancy jewelry? Gold-threaded robes? He wears them loud and proud.

Yoshikage Kira

At first, he’s so uncomfortable. He just wants a quiet, normal life, and you keep… buying him things…

But deep down, he loves the finer things in life.

When you start dressing him in designer suits and watches, he gives in. He enjoys the luxury but refuses to admit it.

"sigh. I don’t need this… but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to wear it once or twice."

Secretly melts when you spoil him, but will never openly ask for anything.

Diavolo

Wary at first. He doesn’t trust anyone, so your generosity immediately puts him on edge.

But once he realizes you have no ulterior motive, he embraces it more.

Loves luxury, prefers discreet, high end gifts- designer clothes, custom watches, private dinners.

He’s likely already filthy rich but will accept your spoiling him, though he does prefer to buy things himself.

Doppio

Confused but grateful. He’s never had someone other than Diavolo  just… give him things.

Excited over every gift.

"For me? Are you sure?"

He doesn’t realize how rich you are at first. He worries a bit about your spending since he doesn’t want you to waste money when he and Diavolo can afford things on their own anyway.

"Wait, how much did this cost?! Should I be worried?!"

If you pamper him too much, expect Diavolo to step in. "Don’t make him dependent on you."

Enrico Pucci

Doesn’t want to accept gifts at first. He sees wealth as earthly temptation and doesn’t want to be distracted from his mission.

But… you keep buying him nice things, and well…

"This is unnecessary… but I suppose a gift given in good faith should not be rejected."

Expensive rosaries? High-end tailored suits? He begrudgingly accepts them but still prefers to use things he obtained himself.

If you fund his plans, though? Now that’s an offer he won’t refuse.

Funny Valentine

He absolutely loves this.

Patriotic luxury. Custom suits lined with the American flag. Historical artifacts. VIP access to everything.

You’re practically his greatest ally. His and your combined wealth allows him to maneuver without limits.

Will absolutely let you fund his ambitions while keeping a composed, grateful demeanor.

"You are a remarkable individual. America could use more people like you."

Diego Brando

Similar to Dio, but with more pride. He won’t just take your gifts- he needs to feel like he deserves them.

But once he accepts being spoiled, oh boy.

Expects the best. Designer clothes, imported wine, custom saddles for Silver Bullet.

If you ever try to spoil someone else, he’ll get so jealous.

"Tch. You’re wasting your money. You know I’m the only one who deserves it, right?"

Tooru

Acts like he doesn’t care.

"Oh.. you’re spending money again? Hah."

But he absolutely takes full advantage of it.

Will gaslight you into thinking you want to buy him more.

"Oh, you don’t need to, but I mean… if you really insist…"

Always subtly steering the conversation toward things he wants.

He honestly needs you to help fund his plans with the Locacaca fruit, so expect to spend a lot of money on pharmaceutical stuff.

[cameronspecial]

hey lovely!! i’ve been thinking about rafe spoiling angel and taking her to those cute little stores with all of the cute plushies and stuff. idk, but i absolutely love your work, and i literally giggle and kick my feet when i see that you’ve written more 😛

ilysm pookieeee 😋😋

Let Me Spoil You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: Thank you so much. It makes me giddy that you enjoy my work!

Masterlist

Y/N had just found out that she got into her top-choice Master’s Program and Rafe couldn’t be more proud of her. She’s been working so hard, so he wants to reward her for her accomplishments. “Rafe, why are we at the mall? You know I mostly shop at outlet stores,” she complains. Rafe brings her to his side, “I know, but why don’t you let me spoil you, Angel?” She exhales and bobs her head. “Fine, but not more than a hundred dollars,” she limits. She really does love it when he pampers her, but she needs to set some boundaries or else he’ll buy the whole mall. He shakes his head, “One thousand.”

“Two-fifty.” 

“Five hundred.”

“Fine, except I get to buy dinner.”

Rafe is satisfied with the offer and holds his hand out for her. He doesn’t want her to feel guilty about him always spending money on her. The first stop on their tour is the bookstore. He purposefully picked this mall because of the big indie bookstore inside. This is probably where she’ll spend most of her money. She has been browsing the science section of the store for about ten minutes now and has already picked out a few books. Rafe wants her to choose whatever she wants; however, he has a small request. He resets his chin on her shoulder, “Could you throw in some spicy romance books? I like proving to you that I am the ultimate book boyfriend.” Y/N giggles, remembering what happened when he caught her reading Icebreaker. She takes his hand and heads over to the romance section. She browses the books for a few minutes and picks one out. She examines the back, proceeding to add the whole series into the basket. “What’s the book about?” he asks because he is intrigued by the fact that she wants to buy all four books. She smiles at her, “The first one is a grump x sunshine book. She is a photographer and he is rich and her brother’s best friend. I’ve seen it on Bookstagram.” 

He follows her further down, “That sounds interesting. I can’t wait to see where it has us having sex next.” Shy about his words, Y/N turns her head away and continues to look at the books. They spend about forty minutes in the bookstore before moving on to  Miniso. Y/N stares at the wall of stuffed animals in front of her. She knows she wants one, but can’t decide which to choose. “Okay, so there are four possible ones that I want. The penguin, the cat, the bear, or the banana. Which one do you think, Rafe?” she consults. Rafe doesn’t use words to reply; instead, he goes to each one she points out and puts it inside the bag. He adds an elephant in just because he thinks she’ll find it cute. “Rafe, that’s too many. Where am I going to put them?” she reasons, trying to reach into the bag to return some of the plushies. 

He holds his hand out to stop her, “It’s still within your budget. We can put them in the frat storage if there isn’t space in my room and when we find a house in the summer, we just have to make sure there is enough room for them.” “Okay, I guess we can do that. Come on. I want to buy you some things too,” she tells him. They pay for the toys and she drags him to J. Crew. “You don’t have to use the money on me. It’s supposed to be for you.” She turns to him with a grin, “I know. This is for me too. You are going to do a fashion show for me.” Rafe isn’t one to like going shopping, but he will find joy in it if Y/N enjoys it. 

Y/N sits on the little stool Rafe got a sales associate to bring over, waiting for him to come out of the changing room. The door opens and he comes out wearing the teal and white-stripped button-up shirt with the tanned chinos that she picked for him. He does his best to catwalk towards her and spins around for her to take in the full look. “What do we think?” he questions. She gives him a thumbs up, “Rafe, you look so good. We are definitely getting those.” He nods his head before going back to the changing room to try on the next outfit. He comes out in black shorts and a light blue polo, which compliments his eyes. He mocks taking a golf swing, “This is the perfect outfit for golfing. We are going to have to get you a matching one.”

“I don’t golf, Rafe. You know that.” 

“I do, but don’t you think it would be fun to have a matching outfit? I can teach you how to play.” 

“Fine, it would be cool. We can go next week. Now, go finish trying on the rest of the clothes.”

He gives her a mock solute. After trying on the other outfits, they get her a matching outfit to Rafe’s and then go pay. They head to his car, having spent five hundred dollars in almost three hours. It’s a new record for them honestly. Rafe opens the passenger side door for her and she slides into the seat with a thank you. He puts the shopping bags in the trunk, making his way to the diver’s side. “Did you have a good day?” he postulates. His eyes land on her beaming mouth and she holds his chin in between her fingers. Her head moves up and down, “I had the best day. Thank you for spoiling me, Rafe.” She gives him a sweet kiss. “I will always shower my angel with gifts. Now, where are you treating me to dinner?” “Let’s get sushi!” she announces, pointing her finger in forward. He chuckles at how adorable she is and starts the car, driving in the direction of her favourite sushi restaurant.

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[lurkingshan]

Things That Have My Attention in 4 Minutes Episode 5

If you watched this on iQIYI you missed a few scenes! A couple of which I think were actually important. Gaga has the full cut.

The show did a nice little montage summarizing the core theory (that is clearly correct): Great is in the midst of a NDE and is experiencing a mix of things during the 4 minute window: memories, perceptions, rewinds and do-overs, and a new start with Tyme who he purportedly had a relationship with in the original timeline.

Also as theorized, the NDE seems to have begun at 11:00, so Great has until 11:04 in this limbo space. We saw the clock advance to 11:03 in today's episode.

We still know very little about the original timeline, including how Great and Tyme got involved the first time around and what happened with their relationship there that might inspire the desire for a fresh start.

Re: the cold opens with Tonkla and the murders, I do not think we're being shown those events in chronological order given Title was still alive in today's open.

Speaking of, only a brief appearance in the open from Tonkla before he sat the rest of this episode out. Interesting after several weeks of him dominating the story.

I am still trying to make sense of the way this romance is advancing in the redo timeline, and it only works if both Great and Tyme are in this 4 minutes limbo together and coming with pre-existing knowledge of and inclination to trust each other. Otherwise, their instant closeness and partnership in this situation with Great's family really doesn't make sense. Why would Tyme tell Great everything and trust him to handle his family after just meeting him and having sex one time? That goes beyond straining credibility unless he is also reliving things.

The smartest thing Tyme could have done was to take that bribe money and run. If he wanted to be decent, he'd have given Nan a cut and helped her run, too. But he seems preoccupied with Great in a way that doesn't really track unless he also knows him already.

Speaking of Nan, that poor woman has been through it. I was yelling at Tyme when he told her nothing and expected her to just accept that he was not going to take action. As fucking if, dude.

The rewind/do over in this episode felt different than the others. When Great went back, he didn't actually relive the same scene, he and the shooter were just suddenly in different positions. And all he accomplished was getting himself shot along with his mom.

I liked the way the lady from the initial accident came back around this episode to cause that, BUT it also just opens up more questions about the timelines because if she died in the original timeline, she would not have been able to set up a hit on Great's family. So, did saving her cause new bad shit? Did Great's mom also die in the original timeline, but differently? And will anything that happens in the redo actually stick?

We saw in this episode that when Korn is actually in trouble he goes to Fasai, not Tonkla. I get the sense that he has been with Fasai for years and likely the entire time he's been messing around with Tonkla; I was not surprised that she's always known. They are not a love match but they need things from each other. He never intended to be with Tonkla for real.

By the way, I was dying at Korn's little motivational speech to Great. He has to help his father do evil shit so their family can "survive." Survive what? Not being filthy rich, I guess. Great's mom was similarly desperate to cling to the status and wealth she clawed and scraped for. Nobody in this family has any true morality.

And yet I find it weird that they are letting Great run around causing a ruckus and not putting a stop to it or even punishing him. He is remarkably spoiled and pampered compared to Korn. Is this their dad's feelings about his two wives being acted out on his sons? If so, why does Great hate his dad so much?

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE FINAL SCENE. As Tyme was running through the tunnel, lights flickering around him, there were bruises appearing and then disappearing on his face. Are we seeing his NDE??

This show is still so much fun to watch and think about even if I am scratching my head at some of what happens.

[mur4qw]

hiya! me again! hope your doing well! i just wanted to ask how doe would act around a filthy rich mc. black credit card, yacht collection, european mansion level rich. they have the perfect skin care routine, the most heathy hair, their clothes are all custom. maybe doe first fell in love with them because they put on too much perfume and it smelled weird.

So! I'm gonna mix two of your ideas in one post, hope you don't mind ♡

#_ Headcanons for poor/rich! YOU x John doe ~

starting with poor! YOU :

• if YOU didn’t have enough money for something, then Doe would be very happy to pay for you. (he feels useful.)

• we know that Doe is employed, so most likely he will even find another part-time job so that YOU will not need anything.

• at the beginning John had the idea that he could simply give people over to his psychokinesis and thanks to this take what they needed for free, but he refused this, because YOU really did not agree with this.

• he likes to pamper you, because then he feels very important to YOU.

• John doesn’t want anything from “You” in return except love and attention.

• and of course Doe wouldn't care at all about the way YOU look (or your apartment), YOU will be the most beautiful person for him in any case (he likes your smell. very very much.)

and then we get rich! YOU:

• he would have wondered for a long time why human like YOU generally doing in the Uncanny Valley.

• John was very desperate at the beginning, because YOU looked divine, like a supermodel, and YOU would hardly have paid attention to someone like him, but fate brought y'all together ;)

• Doe whines every time YOU again apply different gels, shampoo and perfumes to your body and hair - because it all destroys your natural smell! and it's horrible for him :(

• he loves how you pamper him, every time you give him a gift he blushes and giggles. It makes him feel special for you too.

• again, Doe is employed, so sometimes he saves some money to give you some expensive gift too. Like... branded jewelry.

• daily shopping as a nice bonus :3

• also, Doe would be very curious to know about everything: about different brands of clothing, cosmetics, care products - for what, when YOU are already beautiful? Even if YOU explain it to him, he will still stand his ground.

• maybe one day YOU will take Doeball with you on one of your trips...? It will be enough to see his amazed eyes, because he has never been outside the Uncanny Valley. ;)

that's all baiiii, hope you like it :3

[atalossofwords]

Please ramble about canon Ivan, what have you cooked for him divulge your secrets

I'M KISSING YOU ON THE CHEEK RN /P

Okay so, for starters, maybe all of this has been discussed and I just haven't seen it because Twitter gives me hives. So excuse me if my theories have somehow been disproved or are old news.

Starting off; where does he come from??

On Black Sorrow we see what is very possibly an auction going on; there's what looks like an announcer, little Ivan being displayed and what looks like statistics behind him, and a line of other children. There's been so many Alien Stages already, and since it's very clear Anakt grew the kids up FOR Alien Stage, that I think it's pretty unlikely that there's any sort of human colony where the aliens are picking the humans from. It's very much possible they're all being bred and sold just like dogs would for us.

I saw a post pointing out the flashes at the start of Cure indicating Anakt was also making body modifications on the kids (which I'm not going to include because they're a little graphic and I couldn't get a good screenshot myself anyhow), but here on Cure we can see little disheveled Ivan already has his red pupils.

I think it went like this; Ivan is bred at a high-class facility that does the modifications themselves (his red pupils, his snaggletooth) like those puppy mills that cut off a Doberman's tail to fit the breed standard and then auctioned off. His guardian THEN puts him on Anakt, hoping his pet will be trained and bring him money back.

(The only thing I can't fit with this is that scene in Black Sorrow where Ivan is dangled off a rooftop and sees the stars because. When did that happen? Who was that Alien? Who are the other kids???? Sobbing I want more info.)

Ivan and his Guardian's relationship is very much "pampered little pet". He is shown seated at a table full of food, but its not human food. It looks very much like a rich owner giving their own food to a spoiled pet. On the other shot, his guardian has one hand on his head, and on the background there is someone with flowers almost cooing at him, but in neither scene Ivan shows to even remotely enjoy the attention; he's passively accepting it, possibly because he learned early on that there's no use fighting the Aliens.

(Also, he is pretty young on both; if his guardian paid that much to get him, he'll probably invest in the upkeep, and a snaggletooth as prominent as Ivan's must need monitoring as he grows so it doesn't become "ugly".)

Now, about life on Anakt/Ivan's pet alien.

This scene shows up on both Black Sorrow and Cure, so it must be important. What is happening? Why are Till and Mizi so scared? The alien doesn't seem to be doing anything; it isn't approaching, and Till isn't even hurt besides a bruise on his face. They're both clearly put out by this alien, but Ivan seems so at ease with it.

I imagine that this is actually Ivan's pet alien, that his guardian shipped off to Anakt on perhaps the idle thought that Ivan is lonely? He doesn't interact with any students besides Till.

Also, look at what Ivan is caressing; his teeth. I know applying human logic to aliens doesn't work, but hear me out; animals don't tend to bare their teeth unless they're actively threatening someone, and by the look of this, this thing always has their teeth and gums showing. That must be incredibly uncomfortable.

So what if it was modified that way? The aliens modified the humans, why not also modify the giant boar-dog thing so it always has its teeth out, just like Ivan?? Ivan must feel some kind of kinship with the animal, and the scene of him looking at Mizi and Till being afraid of it...

I can't help but think Ivan's thoughts at the time were similar to "if you're afraid of it because it was changed, does that mean you're afraid of me as well?"

And, well. Don't get me started on his psychology, because that's all tied to Till, and I can make a whole other ramble about their cannon relationship lol.

[khaoala]

HOLY FUCKING FUCK BALLS SHIT DICK FUCK!!! This episode was more heartbreaking than the last one, I am sitting here bawling. I am typing through the literal tears falling down my face.

Finding out that four & wa are inevitable in any timeline? 10/10. good shit. ultimate soulmates

Finding out that their inevitability is what causes vivi to die in every timeline!? RUDE. UNFAIR. HOMOPHOBIC!!!!

Four….she’s just the fucking best. Like I can’t even put into words how much I love her. And her willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for wa and vivi ahskskalahdkdj that’s all I got right now. She bought apartments in numerous cities just so wa (and her im assuming) had places to stay while she traveled for work. SHE WAS READY TO MOVE HER COMPANY TO WHEREVER WA NEEDED TO GO FOR WORK. I’m so emotional

-🤫

I must hate myself because I re-watched that last scene maybe five times before replying this.

Listen, Wa has such a small body, and she ends an episode crying just to cry more at the beginning of the other. MY GIRL IS GOING TO DEHYDRATE SOMEONE MAKE HER STOP CRYING. I felt so sorry for FourWa, of course, they both carry so much guilty inside for feeling responsible for Vi’s death, but I felt really sorry for the dad. Of course, him leaving an infant and a what? Four-year-old behind was a little 🤨, but also imagine how much pain this man must have gone through seeing his youngest daughter die multiple times and despite having powers to turn back, he’s still incapable of keeping her safe.

Vi told Wa: Four is your soulmate.

Us when FourWa keep meeting in every timeline: *shocked pikachu face*

Truly, they are meant to be, they complement each other, and they are my everything. WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOUR BOUGHT APARTMENTS IN EVERY PLACE WA HAD TO BE STATIONED AT? JUST SO THEY COULD BE TOGETHER COMFORTABLY. I MEAN, I say this with Affair and WanPleng, too. I want a rich girlfriend to pamper me as well (not that Wa needs it, of course, being a prosecutor of all things, my girl is successful!) They just love each other so much, and I felt so sorry for them, my heart broke along with Wa’s when Four explained her plan with Wa’s dad. Four’s love language really is acts of service, and she tries so hard to cater to what she believes Wa needs, I wanna cry.

Also, just a thought, Wa’s dad said that time travelers can turn back in time, but that doesn’t reset their lifespan, so if Wa is going back, does that mean her lifespan is shorter since she already lived those ten years? And how will she remember things? And why is Four not going to remember (I assume because of the trailer). How does the time travel thing work if it’s her dad going back in time? (since Wa wasn’t aware of all of time he travelled to the past before?) Many questions and there’s only next week, I will die.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

WHY IS EVERYONE SAYING GOJO IS ATTRACTED TO OLDER WOMEN???

Gege never said that pls, he said that if he could ever imagine himself as anything other than a jujutsu sorcerer which is a “probably not” and then a freeloader and swallow was mentioned

Where tf is him being attracted to older women mentioned???? Also we can say that it insinuates him being separated from him mother from a young age causing him to have mommy issues AND he needs someone to love and care for him not that he needs an older rich woman

Let’s not forget how there’s so much emphasis on him needing someone to understand him.. An older rich woman is not what he needs…. He’s already filthy dirt rich 🙏

A younger girl can also understand and love and care for him?? Like let’s not make up gojos preferences for age which ironically alot of older women are doing all over social media rn with this tiny piece of information that never specified his preferences

ITS PISSING ME OFF ARIIII HOPE YOU GET ME HERE 💔💔💔

😭😭😭 WELL . honestly i don’t see gojo liking women period in the manga so i might not be the best person to ask here anon……….

hmmmmm honestly i don’t have a problem with people saying he likes older women? it’s seems mostly harmless to me? :3 overall i don’t think he’s the type to fixate on age too much though…

anyway. if you want more info on the interview question then please check out soukatsu’s tweets <33 they went over both terms akutami used to describe gojo, ヒモ and ツバメ!! the former seems to imply a degree of uselessness (freeloader, leech, etc) while the latter is less derogatory and more so just… a younger guy who dates older women + lives off their money. i have zerooo clue if these terms are used only for hetero relationships or if they’re also used for men living off their older bf’s money, and so on, but yeah!! those are the terms :3

if you wanna be reeeally technical and clear cut then i think it’s kinda obvious this is a bit of a troll answer 😭 akutami is basically calling gojo a useless leech in the first part LMAO. but i do think it says something about gojo’s character!! my own take is that when he does fantasize about not being a sorcerer (which, like akutami said - it’s unlikely that he ever does), he fantasizes about being pampered and free from responsibility <3 as he should be!!!!!

as for the mommy issues 👀👀👀 i will always support gojo having them. i think it adds flavour to his character. but i definitely don’t think that’s what akutami was implying with that answer 😭 i doubt gojo thinks about his mother much at all. but the idea of him having a subconscious longing for maternal love is tasty to me… for hurt/comfort purposes….

anyway <3 bottom line, i definitely agree that gojo would need someone who understands him (even if i don’t think anyone really could). when he falls for someone i think he sticks to them no matter what, and i doubt age is a real factor in that :3 don’t get me wrong i do think he deserves a hot sugar daddy boyfriend but that’s just me being me. i really don’t see him caring about age much at all!!!

[neverchecking]

Okay but, I have a thought 🧍‍♀️

Now, Reader becoming a Goddess is at this point inevitable with how much the boys insist on it.

But like, at some point the more she does? Imagine not only do the boys and Hylia notice, but even Ganon himself 🧍‍♀️

I'm stealing cloud's idea from her fic excuse me—

Imagine the chain facing an entire horde of monsters that cornered them on their journey. They have no where to run and Sage or Wild can't teleport or stuff away since they're not in their hyrule rn. In the midst of all the fighting, Reader was suddenly taken—

Imagine how confused and probs fearful Reader was when she saw Ganon. The very stubborn evil beef guy who will always come back time and time again. And he... Treats her around his castle?? Showing her off to his followers and minions and demons from the underworld or smth?? Heck they all bow to her of the sort. And she's basically pampered and spoiled with riches.

Reader then wonders what Ganon could possibly want from her, but Ganon won't tell her anything.

So Reader does some investigating and..

Can you imagine the shock and probable fear and incredulous expression reader would have once she finds out that Ganon apparently wants her to become his Queen? Or to the heck: his Demon Goddess???

Ganon supposes it wouldn't matter whether Reader finds out abt his motives, but they make things a liiil harder for him bcs he knows Reader wouldn't agree to this. But unfortunately he had already decided to make her his, and now he will stop at NOTHING to make her his. Hyrule continues to decay and crumble with every era that passes. It's only a matter of time till he dominates it, just like how it'll only be a matter of time till you break, and become the goddess that you were meant to be and rule over Hyrule with him.

Now, u might be wondering, why in the heck would he want reader? I did mention he noticed her becoming a goddess, but most of all he noticed how powerful her influence IS to Hyrule, in eras even. Especially with Sadistic Reader? She could bend and manipulate the people to her will without lifting a finger, and is becoming more acknowledged than Zelda or even Hylia herself. Having her, could rlly reign in the people easier and be more easily dominated, especially in controlling Hyrule. Yes the boys were the reason for that to happen, but who's to say the boys won't follow wherever their Goddess will be to the ends of the earth? If their Goddess wants to become the demon Goddess, can they really question her divine command?

Oh but don't mistake the boys probs would LOATHE the idea of darling becoming a demon Goddess FOR Ganon to rule with. Over the hero's spirit's dead will. And Reader will vehemently deny Ganon for a while.. But no matter what, Ganon will ALWAYS come back. Time and time again. He managed to render Sage so weak to the brink of death and ravaged the master sword, who's to say he won't be able to break Reader and make her cave to him at some point? They also have Dink to deal with don't they?

Yes it's a lot. But really this idea is just for the sake of drama of driving our yandere boys mad now excuse me—

OKAY HERE ME OUT-

Reader puts Ganon in his place. She's in his face, demanding things of him without any show of backing down. Reader has her boys, thats it. He can either join them or go against them. But she's not joining him and rendering everything they fought for to nothing.

Not only does this reinforce her place as their Goddess, but it only drives their obsessions further. Even Ganon's whose now focused on the chase.

Who knows maybe this fight even attracts Dink's attention?

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 4

man...mann.........

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

Immediately after this chapter Sayaka does her whole thing. I think the timeline here is a little wonky compared to the canon timeline but shh don't worry about that

I'm really tempted to write some stuff from Makoto's POV because I think it'd be funny as hell. Makoto trying his best to take care of this self-righteous rich boy who keeps on insulting him at every turn and insisting he doesn't need or want help, but also won't leave him alone and is making Makoto do stuff for him. It's like he picked up a stray cat that won't stop demanding to be pampered and also bites him sometimes for petting him. Typical normal guy and tsundere type dynamic. You did this to yourself really.

I love the importance of names and stuff when it comes to how people use them. Byakuya calls Makoto by his first name but I headcanon that he refers to Makoto by his last name in his head. In one part using Makoto's first name without honorifics because why would he use honorifics, but also using his last name in his thoughts because that's how he characterizes people, including himself. Until he respects them enough to use their first name in all cases

Content warning tags: more self-deprecating ableist language from Byakuya's part. Nothing extremely detailed or graphic but I'm going to note it here just in case

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Naegi returns eventually, and with a flurry of apologies to explain his delay.

"It's, Sayaka was just feeling a bit scared, so-"

"I don't really care." Byakuya cuts him off bluntly. Whatever they needed to do to comfort each other wasn't his business, and he frankly didn't care to hear about it either. "Just shut up and listen."

He's sitting on the edge of his bed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee with his arms crossed, his back ramrod straight. Naegi shuffles before him, emanating his usual nervous energy.

"Makoto." Naegi twitches, snapping to attention. "What do you know about me."

"Er...what?"

Byakuya feels his eye twitch. "Are you dense? You heard me," He huffs. The impatience that had been building since Naegi left him earlier was working itself up towards a real, genuine anger, and there was a nauseating pulse in his temples. "Tell me what you know about me. Now."

"Um, well..." Naegi clears his throat. "You're Byakuya Togami. And...the Ultimate Affluent Progeny."

"And?"

"And...? And, you've already assumed the role of 'heir' for the Togami family, and started managing some of the businesses...and you have a lot of personal assets, which you achieved by yourself." Naegi hesitates for an instant. "And, um...you're considered really exceptional, even among all the Ultimate students. I mean, I just read this stuff from online, but apparently you're supposed to be one of the smartest people here, and-and a lot of economists and stockbrokers consider you to be defining pillar of the market, though I'm not sure what that means...oh, and-"

"Alright, alright, enough." He waves a hand to shut Naegi up. It was all mindless drivel that Byakuya had heard a million times before, and he covers his face with his palm, feeling a strange combination of irritation by the waste of time and, oddly enough, pleased by the praise. "That's not what I meant."

"Then..."

Did he really need to spell it out? He sighs, exasperated; there was no way to make his point clear unless he says it out loud, it seems, because otherwise the dimwit boy would never understand it. "My eyes, Makoto." He fixes Naegi with a stare, though he can't read any emotion off his face at all. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything?"

I know you noticed, he thinks silently, desperately, to himself. There was no way he didn't, no matter how stupid Naegi was, it was his observant nature that first pointed out the irregularity of his eyesight during their first meeting, in front of everyone. And when he directed Byakuya to his dorm room on the first day, and even when he let the young heir hold onto his hood to lead him through the dark hallway. There were too many coincidences. He had to have some kind of inkling, at the least.

"I..." He hears Naegi swallow audibly. "I...did. But I thought, with how you acted, that you didn't want anyone to know?"

Byakuya feels the relief like a weight shedding from his shoulders. His suspicions were right, then. Naegi was as observant as he thought, and even without his eyes, Byakuya had been able to reach the right conclusion. "That's right. But you know, don't you?" He lets his eyes slide shut for a moment. "To try and hide it from you would be pointless at this point. So, tell me how you knew."

"When we first met, I thought there was something wrong with your glasses at first, like the prescription was wrong, because you cleaned them a lot but you were still squinting after you put them on. And, you looked like you couldn't find your room, even though the little pixel icons were pretty clear whose was whose. And when it came to videos, you didn't watch yours, but you only went to grab yours after everyone else." Naegi pauses for a moment. "And...once, while you were in the cafeteria...you were reading a magazine upside-down."

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but when they do, it's accompanied by mortification. Byakuya covers his face again, feeling his cheeks burning underneath his fingers. Had he really put on such an embarrassing display, without even being aware of it? "...Did anyone else notice?"

"It was just me and Sayaka at the time, and Sayaka was the one that pointed it out first." There's a note of sympathy in his voice. "But, she thought that maybe you were just out of it, because you looked really tired...and neither of us told anyone else! And you stopped when people started coming in for lunch, so I don't think anyone else saw."

That was a small blessing. But here he thought he had been so careful...what a disgrace.

"Alright. Putting that aside, I imagine that what happened earlier tonight must have confirmed your suspicions about my sight, am I correct?" A particularly defined piece of Naegi's hair bounces as he nods. "Let me say this right now. I have no intentions of letting this...detriment, of mine, become common knowledge. And even someone as half-brained as you can understand that there will be consequences if your tongue is loose?"

"Half-brai-? Yeah, no, I wasn't planning on telling anyone." Naegi reaches up, the green jut of his elbow bobbing as he scratches his head. "Is it okay if I ask why you don't want anyone to know, though?"

"...Need I remind you of our circumstances?"

"I meant-! Like..." he waves his hands around, trying to find the words. "Like, I don't know. If, hypothetically, we weren't being coerced into trying to murder each other. Would you still tell the others?"

"Probably not." Byakuya replies immediately. Even without threat of a killing game, to bring himself to admit such weakness to them - peers or not - would be downright foolish for one of his stature, regardless of whether it was one of their group who was responsible for the injury in the first place. "We'd still be trapped in here either way, and it's not like any one of us is the Ultimate Opthamologist."

"But...we could help you?" Byakuya feels a sharp pulse of pain in his head, and he clicks his tongue. Naegi's voice grows more hurried. "M-maybe we can't help you fix the problem, but couldn't we find other ways?"

Byakuya can't help the short, mirthless snort that leaves him, as his headache thrums to life again, and he presses fingers to his temple. "Enough. You're even stupider than I thought." He sighs, voice stiff and slightly strained.

He presses a hand over his eyes, enveloping himself in darkness. The coolness of his palm is slightly clammy, and he latches on to the feeling. How nice it must be, to be able to trust people so blindly. He thinks to himself. It was the one luxury he couldn't afford. 

"I will compensate you appropriately once we leave here for keeping my secret, but in the meantime I have no more use for you. Leave."

He waits, expecting to hear the sound of clumsy, shuffling footsteps, or the shut of the door, making Naegi's exit. Instead, he receives a quiet, disbelieving: "...Wait, what?"

"Did I not make myself clear? Remove yourself this instant." He repeats again, louder, irked by the disobedience. Usually, people cleared out of his way on his order, whether they were servants or not. But still, there was no movement from the other boy. "What, are you deaf? I said-"

"Yeah, I heard you. But I don't get you at all." He sounds upset, somehow. "You don't want to tell anyone. But I already know, and you don't want...you don't want me to help you, or anything?"

Byakuya snorts, a derisive sound. "What could you possibly help me with?" It wasn't like he was helpless. Today had just had too many unpredictable, stressful elements, which led to this...strained and delicate state. It had been a fluke. Nothing more. He says as much with an air of dismissive confidence, trying to feel as sure of that as he sounded.

"But, I think the days after this are just going to get even worse, right? Kyoko mentioned that the mastermind behind all this probably isn't going to stop giving us motives until something happens." At that, Byakuya clicks his tongue. It was annoying, but he - or rather, Kirigiri - were correct. "I...I can help with some little things, at least. Like I did earlier today?"

Like earlier today. He considers it for a moment; for as annoying and pushy as Naegi had been - forcing him out of his room for some food, clumsily prepared, then leading him back - it hadn't been an entirely unpleasant experience. Naegi was not butler material, that was certain, but he was obedient and seemed to know his place.

In any ordinary situation, Byakuya might have flat-out rejected such a suggestion. It was unbecoming and pathetic to accept offers made out of pity, and foolish to take on partnerships where the odds weren’t in his favor. Makoto was able-bodied, decently observant, and hopelessly bound by human connection - Byakuya was blind and cut off from his wealth and power.

But…there was also no real evidence of Makoto’s intent to kill. He was too caring, it seemed; too hung up on helping others, and easy to read. It would be a risky gamble, but Byakuya had taken more dangerous wagers.

It is only because of my eyes...if not for this, I would have no use for him.

"...I'll consider it." Is all he says instead. For the time being, he was still managing fine on his own. "But let me be clear now on some expectations. When we're around others, I expect you to not be so casual with me."

"Okay, got it."

"I expect you not to reveal anything regarding my condition to anyone, not even that girl you're so intent on fraternizing with."

"W-wait, do you mean Sayaka? I'm not-!"

"And don't overstep your bounds. If I don't ask you to do something, don't do it." The only thing worse than an incapable servant was an overly-presumptuous one. "If you're not sure about something, ask me."

"Can we please go back to what you said earlier?" Naegi asks weakly.

"Your infatuation with Sayaka is obvious, even to me." Byakuya replies bluntly. For a moment, he considers alerting Naegi, letting him know of his own suspicions regarding Maizono, before reconsidering. Saying something like that might jeopardize their newly-established agreement, especially if Byakuya didn't have any real proof to back his claims. "It was quite pathetic, listening to you hang onto her every word like some lost puppy."

He watches pink crawl over Naegi's neck. He's sure the other boy must be making some kind of amusingly mortified face, but it's not one he can make out anyways, so he continues: "On my part, there is not much I can do to compensate you while we're in here, but I won't ask you to kill for me, or lie on my behalf, nor will I ask you to die for me. I have no intentions on relying on anyone in regards to this game that we've been made to participate in." It was rather humiliating to admit it out loud, but it was the truth; there wasn't much he could offer while they were trapped in here. "I will also provide monetary reimbursement for your services once we leave here. Is that an amenable condition? Do you have any other requests?"

It takes the other boy a moment to find his words, likely still stunned from the earlier scathing remarks. "So, you won't ask me to carry out killing for you...would that even work, with the rules of the game?"

"Who knows? But I'm not interested in trying it out. You're not a suitable pawn for that sort of thing, and I don't like leaving dirty work to someone incompetent." There were still too many unknown factors; the rules regarding accomplices, and the extent of Naegi's loyalty. It was better to use the other boy only for what he was offering, and nothing more. "I doubt that the mastermind has any motive that can be used to move me to act recklessly, especially with these conditions. But enough about that - what do you want for serving me?"

"Er...nothing?"

That surprises him. Surely Naegi hadn't forgotten who he was talking to? "Excuse me?"

"There's nothing that I really need right now. I guess the biggest thing I want is for all of us to escape this place safely, but...I didn't offer to help with any intentions in mind. I guess please don't sue me when we get out of here?" He chuckles, a bit awkwardly. "I mean, I won't ask you to, like, kill for me either, or anything like that...I don't want to hurt anyone here."

Really. Even in a game designed for murder and betrayal, here he was nursing this innocent belief that they could all get along peacefully. "Fine then. But don't tell me you'd be satisfied with such paltry conditions? You know I can give you anything you want outside of here? Land? Power?" He quirks an eyebrow up at Naegi's hesitation. "There are even medical procedures that exist to add height to your frame, that would usually be out of reach for someone of your stature."

He can't help the smirk that pulls at his lips as Naegi sputters again, indignant and flustered. "Are you making fun of me?" He asks, suspicious, and Byakuya can imagine him, simple features pinched into a look of uncertainty and embarrassment. This was quite fun, this meaningless teasing; it was pointless, certainly, but it was amusing at least.

"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" He rests his chin on his palm, and tilts his head with a languid smile. Naegi fidgets under his gaze, and turns away.

"Um, I don't really...need money, or anything. I'm not doing this for that." Byakuya opens his mouth, about to explain how he was capable of quite literally changing Naegi's meager peasant life, before he was interrupted. "But, you said that you can do anything?"

"Just about anything imaginable."

"Then can I ask you to save my family?"

The question takes him aback a bit, and he blinks. Of course, not everyone was like himself, with such estranged relations, and of course Naegi, with his average background, would have a loving, average family to go with it. He doesn't remember observing Naegi in any particular distress during the showing of the first motive, but then again, he hadn't been paying much attention.

But it wasn't like it was impossible for him. In fact, it'd be far easier for him to hire the private investigators and personnel necessary to carry out the task, than any police force or government. "Fine then. How many people do you need me to save?"

"My parents, and my little sister Komaru." There's a note of relief in his voice. "Komaru should be starting high school this year. My dad's a realtor and my mom works part-time at the hospital-"

"Save it for when we get out of here." He didn't really need to know Naegi's entire life story. Nor did he particularly care. "We'll put this contract to paper when we have a lawyer around, but in the meantime, we'll seal it verbally." He wasn't particularly fond of non-written agreements, but for now he would take what he could get. And he wasn't planning on giving Naegi any reason to disobey him, anyways. "Do you, Makoto Naegi, agree to assist me to the best of your ability and only on my order, and to not disclose any details regarding my current condition to any person, so long as we are within these premises?"

"Yes-? Yes, I do." He says, words fumbling. "Um, I, Makoto Naegi, agree to...to assist you, Byakuya, as best as I can, and without sharing your secret to anyone. As long as we're in these premises."

It was a clumsy paraphrasing of his own words, but an acceptable one. "Fine. Then I, Byakuya Togami, will swear on the Togami name to return your family to you safely, as soon as we-" He pauses. "As soon as I have safely left these premises. And compensate you monetarily for your assistance during this time."

"Wait, you don't need to-?"

"You'd be insulting me to refuse it. Rescuing your family would be a simple thing for me, and you underestimate how much I'm valuing your labor right now." He reaches out and jabs a finger into Naegi's chest. "Right now, you are being asked to be my eyes, more or less. Consider that an honor."

He hears a quiet whoosh, a sharp intake of breath. Maybe the other boy was realizing the weight of what he had offered, and how much Byakuya was relying on him to uphold his side of the agreement. Or maybe he was simply relieved, his family's safety secured.

Whatever the case, Byakuya didn't know, nor did he care to try and interpret it too deeply. He was full, and tired, and ready for bed. "If that's all, then leave. I'm going to sleep."

"Alright. See you tomorrow morning." As he rolls over to lie on his bed, he listens to Naegi’s footsteps padding towards the door behind him, before pausing with the soft creak of the hinges. "Good night, um...sir?

Byakuya snorts, eyes closed. "Just call me as you did before. You're hardly an official servant, so don't get so comfortable." He lifts a hand to wave over his shoulder. "Turn the lights off on the way out."

The quiet flick of the light switch. The faint red behind his eyelids was replaced by black. "Good night, Byakuya."

He listens for the shut of the door. He doesn't say anything back.

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[sp-growingpains]

10, 20, 40, and 70!

I'm gonna keep the Jean and Kyle train rolling because I need to develop them more god damn it. Thank you love!!

10) Who plays with whose hair?

Oooo see, they're both so very touchy about their own hair. That's right! It's the one thing Jean prides herself in, is her hair! That's why she spends every morning making sure it's braided and the way she wants it to be. No, it's not because of how sensitive her neck is! You're being fucking crazy!

And Kyle isn't insecure about his hair after years of being made fun of! He doesn't get frustrated with it and shave it down to a buzz every summer, much to every single person's dismay.

Rambling aside for a moment, Jean wins that fight. Because it is an ordeal. Not a full-blown fight, playful borderline "I love you, but you're pissing me off."

They both settle on an agreement. Jean gets 15 minutes to run her fingers through his hair. More if shebmassage his headaches away. In return, Kyle gets to touch her hair and promise he won't touch her neck too much.

20) Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?

Jean handles the spiders because she loves them! She loves all bugs really!

Kyle will probably scream out of being jump scared or startled by them more than anything, but if he does that within earshot of her - she's there. She's full sprint towards it, almost sliding in the process, and quickly scoops it up.

Because Kyle will just fucking kill it. No hesitation.

Jean will take it outside and let it be free. Whispering to it like it can understand her dumb ass. She cradles it and coos at the little thing. She doesn't giggle often, but she does when she's looking at the cute little guy! ♡

40) What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?

Oh??? I get to answer this twice? You people spoil me!

So instead of me, I'm gonna give you the song that reminds Jean of Kyle!

70) If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion?

As much as Jean would love for this to not be a discussion, it ends up being one. Then, a fight. It's something so stupid, too. One they probably look back at and laugh.

I've mentioned before Jean's fuck you, rich. While most of the time she hates it, times where she gets to spend it on people she loves or if she can give it to people who need it, she happily takes it.

So dinner shouldn't be that big of a deal.

But for her it is! It is a big deal because in her eyes, Kyle deserves to be pampered and taken care of. Especially through college!

So most of the time, she doesn't even ask. She just shows up with takeout. Ordering from his favorite restaurants because she already knows his favorite dishes. He can't argue with her if she's already paid for it

Kyle catches on to this pretty quick and lets her think she's being slick. That is until they're at their favorite little diner, and he mentions going to the bathroom. He gets up, swiping the check while she's distracted. Pays for the food and sits back down like nothing happened.

They're both competitive in all the wrong aspects! So, like the hair thing, it has to come down to a compromise.

[sofoulandfairaday]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE your hc posts, do you have any for Our Lord (Voldemort) and Saviour?

I don't know who you are, so I cannot give you credit, but Our Lord Voldemort and Saviour is not only now mineTM but also the title of a future fic. I will make it the title of a future fic. It's possibly the best thing I've ever heard.

A bit of a kleptomaniac (I think this is canon, actually). He wills himself to stop, but the urge to take take take still remains strong in him. He steals at Wools, he steals at Hogwarts from the purses of boys too rich to notice, he steals ancient artefacts around the world in his travels, he steals other people's wives (yes, yours, Rod).

He wasn't well-liked initially at Hogwarts (poor mudbloods usually aren't) and graduated as the most popular boy in Slytherin. He managed to master the perfect, intoxicating, charismatic personality that allowed him to rule his first followers by both fear and love; he would shed the latter when he switched to Death Eaters.

Inferiority Complex the size of the sun (this is also canon); the same can be said for his Superiority Complex.

He doesn't really believe in pureblood superiority. Of course, he despises Muggles and Mudbloods, but he doesn't do it for blood, he does what he does for power. Anyone who says differently fundamentally misunderstands his character. There is no one in his life he doesn't see as a tool or a pawn. He is fond of people but it will never be unconditional. This is also a dealbreaker in reading about him: when he does something that goes against his best interests for someone else it immediately screams OOC.

Following this point, my headcanon is that he murdered most of his former classmates. They all die suspiciously young, and the closer they were to him, the earlier they were offed. This is what happened to Rodolphus and Rabastan's father (they were none the wiser), Evan Rosier's uncle (he wasn't either), Orion Black (who already had one foot in the grave after Reggie's death) and many many more.

The wizard closest to him in his later years (the beginning of the First Wizarding War) and right-hand man was Antonin Dolohov, the only one who was there for part of his travels and who he met in Eastern Europe. He was already Lord Voldemort then.

This title was later snatched by Bellatrix Black Lestrange, the only true Dark Arts protégée he ever had.

However, he did enjoy teaching. He had various pupils, during the years, to whom he taught something of his own. Especially during the last years of the First War, he grew close to his younger recruits. Whereas his old classmates could never fully unsee the Tom Riddle behind Lord Voldemort, his younger Death Eaters (Severus Snape, Barty Crouch) were desperate for his approval, fierce, and brilliant. (The same qualities he had found in Bellatrix some years prior.) This is why they became his favourites. People who, like him, were hungry and misunderstood and had a rawness that his pampered, aristocratic “friends” had never possessed.

Where did he go during his travels? Where didn't he go during his travels. Anything written by @ meanwhiletimely's Vagaries and Vagrants is canon to me, but also: Italy, Egypt, Russia, Greece, Persia, Germany, and many more. He wreaked havoc everywhere (I have a cute little story in the works). He fled before they could get to him, but he is effectively banned from a dozen countries.

I, for one, am not a believer in the Lestranges' divorce in a hypothetical Voldemort!wins AU. He wouldn't marry Bellatrix ever, he also wouldn't want her to divorce Rodolphus, because having Madame Lestrange is far more appealing to him than having Miss Black. With the former, he is taking away what is someone else's. It's just better that way.

Is he straight, gay, bi? Ace? I used to see him as ace, actually. But then someone pointed out to me this enlightening quote: “Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” And I thought bingo. So I would say bi, leaning towards women, because he was raised in a Muggle possibly Christian orphanage in the 1930s. Homosexuality only became legal in the UK in 1967. But he would do anything and I mean anything to get what he wants, so... He's def done it before.

Also: Religious Trauma. Was definitely dragged kicking and screaming to a priest for an exorcism, maybe more than once.

Alphard Black liked him, then was turned off by the fact that he was very clearly EvilTM. Also, he did have sex with his cousin Lucretia or, as Walburga put it, defiled her with his Halfblood touch.

Very Thin. Also, less and less attractive every year. He used to look like a Greek god pre-Horcrux, but I don't see him wanting to be that at forty. He's vain, but not in that sense. He hates his Muggle father's Muggle face. Also covered in scars (some from the physical punishments at the orphanage, some from his experiments with dark magic). Actually carless with his body, which is only a mere vessel for the soul anyway.

This is getting a little long, and I do have an exam tomorrow so I'll leave it at that, but I will probably do a part 2. Now that I'm re-reading it is all sounds pretty vague.