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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P2

A/n; extending the timeline-for funsies ;3

It’s a rumor, a legend, a mystery! Although the Czar did not survive, One daughter may be still alive! The Princess Anastasia!

But please do not repeat!

“I’m sorry, did-did you say, Deville?” Evie asked, stopping her cousin in his tracks as he showed her the photo of their cousin and his fiancée. Oliver blinked, twice, three times; then slowly nodded, furrowing his brows a bit. “im sorry it’s just-um, my friend, my roommate actually-she lost her memories ten years ago, and”

Evie made a gesture that clearly meant it was a long story, pointing at Oliver’s phone “she has this-necklace thing, and on that necklace, has the words ‘H.Deville’ on it, and-we’ve found zero Deville’s on the internet or even in any like-phone books so im just-curious-is that the only Deville family?”

Oliver just stared at Evie, clearly shocked by her words before he nodded his head “yes, the Deville family, is the one and only Deville family…but I'm not sure there are any H. Deville’s, only one I can recall is Haley Deville but she’s seven?” Evie sighed, blowing out her cheeks a bit.

Oliver stared at her for a moment, then glanced away, looking down at his phone “if-if you wish, I can ask the lord of the family about this, H. Deville, what is your friend's name?”

“(y/n), her name is (y/n)”

“You what?”

You asked, very surprised as Evie handed you the invitation, biting her lip as you read it. “…Are you for real?” you whispered, looking up at Evie with wide eyes, the gem hanging from your neck feeling much heavier than it did a second ago “You-you actually-found-Deville?”

Evie grinned and nodded, tapping the invitation rapidly as she stood “Yes! Who knows, this Deville family might be the same Deville as that!” she pointed to your necklace, and you took a shuddering breath “-So I asked, and they said you could come along as my plus one!” she sat down beside you as you stared numbly at the wedding invitation. “C’mon, this is a chance for both of us, to find our families! Hell-maybe we can find this-H. Deville eh?”

You pressed your lips together, running your thumb over the printed names of the bride and groom-to-be. “Maybe” you muttered, flopping back in your chair, turning your head dramatically to look at Evie “But what if this-whole thing-doesn’t work? What if this H. Deville doesn’t exist anymore? What if the same thing that made me lose my memories, made them lose their life?” Evie shrugged, curling her arm around your shoulder.

“Look, worst case scenario? We spend a week in London at a fancy ass mansion and drink to our heart's content, and then we come home and continue the search for H. Deville, eh?” Evie seemed so genuine, so sure that her finding her family would lead to yours, or at least somehow get you closer to finding H. Deville.

You sighed, rubbing your face before you nodded “Fine. Fine! Let's go to London and party it up” you muttered, laughing as Evie squealed and hugged you tight “Thank you thank you!!! Honestly I was super nervous about going alone so-thank you” you nodded at Evie’s words, watching her amused as she stood to grab a celebratory bottle of wine. “So let us drink and be merry~” Evie said in a fake posh accent, giggling as you rolled your eyes and bowed to her, taking the wine glasses and helping her open the new bottle.

“Remind me to never get on a plane again” you muttered to Evie as you stepped off the flying death machine. She laughed, pulling her phone off of airplane mode and texting Grace you had landed. “Didn’t you come to New York by plane?” Evie teased, shoving you lightly as you rolled your eyes at her, flicking her chin as she laughed.

“Shut.”

As Evie called up and talked with Grace, you took in your surroundings, noting they looked mostly the same as any other airport, except maybe fancier thanks to the particular class Oliver had paid for. You had ridden coach only once before but-if you ever did fly again, first class was it. “…and don’t trust men with goatees” Evie’s voice came back into focus and you looked at her oddly, wondering why those particular words had come out of her mouth before remembering she was talking with grace.

Ah yes, the third rule of going off somewhere alone, license plate, texting when going to sleep; and never trusting men with goatees. “We’re at arrivals, I’ll talk to you later, (y/n) says hi and bye” you leaned closer to her ear where her earbud mic was and blew a raspberry, laughing as Evie leaned away dramatically and Grace laughed loudly from her end of the call.

“Okay okay, have fun. Oh! if you see Idris Elba, say hi to him for Me!” Evie gave a sarcastic laugh and told her she would, ending the call as you rounded the corner and saw her cousin at the gate, looking very wide-eyed and excited. Though there was something about him that just-threw you off.

“Evie! You made it!” Oliver surprised Evie with a hug, and she gasped a little, awkwardly patting his back until he pulled away “how was the flight?” Evie shared a look with you then glanced back at Oliver “you-you’ve ruined coach, forever”

Oliver just looked pleased with himself “my pleasure, and this must be (y/n)?” he turned to you, ever so polite, holding his hand out “I’m Oliver, Oliver Alexander” you smiled and nodded, taking his hand and shaking it.

“(y/n), I don’t know my last name” Oliver nodded a bit awkwardly at that while Evie snorted, threading her arm through yours as Oliver’s driver took your bags “you both ready for an adventure?” you and Evie shared another look, then Evie nodded, taking out her earbuds. “I guess?” Evie said, shrugging slightly as Oliver smiled and nodded. “Great, let’s go”

“Soooo tell me again who lives here?” Evie asked as you drove down the long and winding road towards the mansion you would be staying at for the next week. “The Deville family, but our family will be staying here for the week for the festivities”

Evie rolled down her window as you got closer to the mansion, and she gasped as it came into view. You hummed along, it was a very pretty mansion, with white stone walls and blue roofing; it looked like it belonged in Disneyland. “Holy shit!” Evie muttered, grasping your hand as you leaned over her shoulder to get a good look at the mansion. “Are they royalty or something?”

Oliver laughed, shaking his head, watching amused as you and Evie gaped at the gigantic mansion “No, it's just old money. England’s full of it” as the limo came to a stop in the roundabout driveway, you saw a van unloading with five maids but you ignored them in favor of getting out of the car to look around at the beautiful grounds.

You felt a whisper of wind at your back, something calling your name, causing you to turn, eyes catching onto a path that seemed to be abandoned, still well-kept but…unknown; as if it had been forgotten to be a path. You tilted your head at it, your heart pulling you towards that path before Evie grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the real world.

“This place is insane, it looks like it was ripped straight out of a fairy tale” Evie whispered, curling her fingers around your elbow and holding you close, the two of you looking up at the elegant mansion. “or a horror movie” you muttered, nodding at the license plate to remind Evie to take a picture for Grace’s sake.

“Right” Evie muttered, releasing your arm and backing up to take a picture, accidentally bumping into one of the maids who was carrying a box of wine glasses. “Oh shit! I am so sorry, I’m so sorry i-I wasn’t looking!” you and Evie quickly ducked down to help the two maids clean the mess, being extra careful with the shattered glass.

“Oh please, miss’ we’ll clean this up,” one of the maids said, thankful for the help but not wanting to get in trouble. Evie shook her head, stubborn as always as you carefully picked up the smaller pieces of glass, collecting them into your palm and carefully pouring them into an empty wine glass slot. “it’s okay, if we don’t help each other out, who will right?” Evie said, hoping to convey you and Evie could understand their struggles due to you both being in the servant class as they were.

The two smiled at each other and then thanked you both. “No biggie, just some glass, easily replaceable” you muttered, twisting halfway around to grab a shard that had gotten away from you. Evie nodded, fully agreeing with you “I’m Evie, by the way, and this is (y/n)”

The two maids smiled, nodding at you both “I’m, Diya” the maid on the left nearly hesitated to say her name, as if afraid to humanize herself but she said it anyway, glancing down as she said her name “or Dee is fine too” Evie nodded, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as you helped the other maid collect the last of the glass. “I’m Imogen,” the other girl said before the lovely conversation was died out by a grating older man's voice.

“And what has happened here?” Evie stood, facing the butler as he stared down at Dee and Imogen, not a shroud of kindness in his eyes or voice. You ignored him, not liking his vibe, and helped Imogen pick up the last few bits of glass, smiling as she quietly thanked you. “ow” you muttered, waving your hand about as one of the shards sliced into your finger, bright red blood flowing out and down your skin “fuck” you muttered, sticking your finger in your mouth as you quickly stood up, your back facing Evie and the butler.

“At ease Mr. Field” you felt your breath stop, that voice-you had heard that voice a thousand times over the last 10 years in your dreams, but-it couldn’t be-it couldn’t be that easy…could it? “I believe this is one of our important guests.” You could feel the ‘alright fuck you then’ from Evie as she squared her shoulders and tilted her head up, trying to make herself seem bigger. “And that makes a difference?” Evie asked, frowning a bit as Mr. Field straightened up and bowed his head slightly.

“My sincerest apologies ma’am”

Mr. Field went silent and you guessed this new, handsome, voice gave him a look and the butler walked off, leaving you, Evie, and the new voice alone; while you made sure your finger wouldn’t need stitches on your first day in England. “thank you ladies” the maids nodded and walked off, Dee giving you a concerned look as you nursed your still bleeding finger but you waved her off with a smile “Uh, sorry about that, he can be quite demanding” you turned slightly to glance at this new voice, but were distracted by a pulse of pain “g’dammit” you muttered, waving your hand about and sticking your finger in your mouth again.

It was just your finger; it really shouldn't be bleeding this much.

“More like an asshole” Evie muttered, not happy with how the butler treated her and the maids. You could feel the interest radiating from the new voice and you could easily imagine his head tilting as he spoke. “Oh, so you must be Evelyn?”

Evie hummed, she didn’t like to be called by her full name, felt too formal. “Evie. And you are?” Oliver suddenly came back into the conversation, resting his hand on your shoulder as he walked up beside Evie. “Walter!”

Ah, W name, couldn’t be the voice from your dreams then, couldn’t be H. Deville.

“You beat me to the punch, you’ve been introduced?” Oliver asked, shaking Walter’s hand as he looked at Evie; who just stared boredly at Walter. “Yeah” Evie said at the same time Walter said “No”

You turned slightly, seeing Walter giving Evie a very…interesting look “Well, not formally” Evie clicked her jaw slightly, stepping back towards you. To which Walter’s eyes drifted over to you finally and they widened; his breath caught and if you were looking closely, his hands shook. Oliver didn’t seem to notice, and neither did Evie.

But you did.

You saw a spark of familiarity in his eyes, disbelief, awe, and desperation, then it disappeared. Walter forced his eyes to go back to Evie, yet you could see the way they begged to look back at you. Why? You wondered, tilting your head at Walter and narrowing your eyes, your finger still in your mouth.

“This is my cousin who I was telling you about, Evie Alexander” Oliver explained, gesturing to Evie as she gripped your arm and her vase protectively “It’s Jackson, really” Evie muttered, not really liking how just a simple change of last name got her all the privilege in the world simply because who it connected to. “And this is her plus one, (y/n)”

Walter’s breath caught again as he looked back at you, his hands shaking again in his pockets. “Pleasure” he said, voice almost even and calm, yet there was a tone to it that made it sound like he was…scared? No-nonono, in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, as if it was a dream.

“Evie, (y/n); this is the lord of the manor; Walter Deville.” You perked up, Deville, Deville! And the lord for that matter, maybe he knew who gave you this necklace? maybe he knew who H. Deville was.

“You can just call me Walt” Walter said, a slightly smug tone to his voice, his eyes keeping on Evie, as if looking at you would destroy him. You licked your lips as you pulled your finger out of your mouth, nodding to yourself as you saw it had finally stopped bleeding. Evie gasped as she saw the cut on your finger, ignoring Walt in favor of you.

“(y/n)! when did that happen?” Walter took a heavy step forward, taking your hand from Evie’s to examine your cut, his touch sending lightning down your spine. “i-um” you stuttered, cheeks flaring to life as Walter pulled your hand closer to his face to get a better look “glass-shard-cut”

Walter hummed, taking your hand in his and beginning to pull you into the manor “I-what?” he stopped as you pulled at him, wondering what he was doing “I’m going to put a bandage on it, it's not deep but leaving it open could get infected. C’mon, c’mon” Walter said, gently pulling you along and into the manor.

You gasped as you stepped through the large double doors, taking in the gorgeous interior, decorated with what seemed to be original pieces of art and statues; weapons and armor lining the walls between the paintings. Evie and the butler soon followed in, watching as Walter led you into the kitchen and found a first-aid kit, moving you to rest against the counter as he rummaged through it.

“There we go” he muttered, pressing the Band-Aid to the Neosporined cut “All better” you pressed your lips together, holding your hand close to your chest, your fingers fiddling with the leather cord of your necklace “Thank you “ you muttered, bowing your head slightly to the lord of the manor “You didn’t have to do that”

Walter just shook his head, his eyes alight with something that hadn’t seemed to be there for years. “No worries” his gaze drew to your necklace and he licked his lips “So how do you know Evie?” you hummed, tilting your head slightly as you fiddled with your now bandaged finger.

“Well-she uh-let me into her apartment for a bit cause I was homeless for a good-six years” Walter’s eye twitched but he didn’t say anything so you continued “and then we just-ended up living together? We’ve been roommates for the last four years basically and-I dunno that’s kinda it” you ended with a mutter, tucking your chin into your chest as you felt Walters burning gaze on you.

“Why were you homeless, if-if that’s not an invasive question?” Walter asked, coughing a bit as he realized he might’ve been a bit insensitive, but he needed to know what happened.

“oh, uh, this is-going to sound strange” you laughed slightly, moving to fiddle with your necklace which had become a strong sense of comfort in your life “but uh-I woke up about ten years ago, with no memories” the light in Walter’s eyes seemed to die out at that “I barely knew my name, I really only know it thanks to-this-voice I remember calling for me but uh-yeah, I was just-wandering around by a town and this-old couple brought me in and gave me a place to recuperate for a week, and then…I was in New York”

You shrugged, not really knowing how to explain your situation, you really had just-woken up on the side of a road in the snow, cold and in pain; wondering what had happened and what your own name was. “but” Walter perked up a bit, his eyes widening as you brought out your necklace “I do have one clue, and that’s H. Deville…i-I was wondering if you knew him? or her?...them?”

Walter was just staring at you, as if you were a dream come true that he couldn’t believe “You really are her” He whispered, running his hands through his hair, several locks falling into his face as he dropped his hand “Holy shit, I thought you died”

Your jaw dropped and you walked up into Walter’s face, and he didn’t move, just staring at you. “You know me?! You actually know me?!” Walter slowly nodded, pointing at your necklace “Yes, H. Deville, Harrison Deville. He uh, was a close family member, my uh…brother in fact” he muttered, a pained smile on his lips as you gasped again, taking a big step back and covering your mouth.

“Harrison” you whispered, the name felt like a warm blanket, strong hands, and kind words. Seeing your face, Walter felt his heart ache; knowing he was lying to you at that very moment, when long ago he had sworn never to lie to you. But-he couldn’t bear to break his heart again, or yours, not knowing if you would ever properly remember him or…Harrison…ever again. “is-is he here, can I see him?

Walter closed his eyes, shaking his head “why not?” you asked, frowning as Walter licked his lips, his chest spiking with pain. “he’s uh….he died a long time ago…just-just after you disappeared” your face and shoulders dropped, the necklace hitting your chest with a soft ‘thud’

“oh,” you whispered, feeling a pit in your throat and a strike of pain in your chest. You didn’t even get to meet him, didn’t even get to know why he gave you the necklace, never got to know what truly happened. “Who was I to him?” you asked quietly, and Walter closed his eyes again, sighing as he spoke as if in pain.

“you were his beloved, his first and last true love”

-end of part 2-

im having too much fun with this~ also sorry for the cliffhanger....not lololololol

#the invitation 2022 #Walter Deville #Walter Deville x reader #Thomas doherty #memory loss #once upon a december #the invitation

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kannra21 · 2 years

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Hii, i have like THE BEST IDEA

Can you write a scenario with MC asking the brothers + the dateables (minus Luke) to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape ?

I would be so exited to read that😩

Hey!!

I'm not a writer and I never wrote nsfw before but I'd be damned if I didn't try. 😂 I did the thing just for funsies, so enjoy.

🔞MINORS DON'T INTERACT🔞

F!MC asking the brothers + dateables (minus Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and Mephisto bc I don't know them well) to recreate the tape

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.　

LUCIFER

He did his paperwork in his secret study as usual when you entered the room, holding a small camera in your hands and mumbling that silly question under your breath. Nice going MC, there's no turning back now except digging your hole a bit deeper into another circle of hell and maybe, just maybe, ending up burning yourself. Which would be plausible considering the look that Lucifer just gave you. Now the ever-burning flames of inferno didn't seem half so bad of an idea.

The avatar of pride smirked, clearly enjoying the newfound situation you got yourselves in, "I'm sorry MC but I think I didn't hear that correctly. Could you repeat it?"

You felt embarrassment tugging at your every nerve. You knew exactly how much he was enjoying poking fun at you. That idiot. That jaw-dropping, head-spinning, stupidly gorgeous idiot.

"It's just that you overwork yourself all the time and I could use a break from studying you know..."

You hid your face behind the stupid device that barely served its purpose and fell silent to his teasing.

He stood up from his seat in a calm demeanor and started undoing his tie, putting up a little show just for you.

"There's no need for excuses, my love. I missed you just as much."

He came up to you, threw his tie around you and pulled you gently towards himself. Your smaller frame now pressed slightly against his own but still leaving enough room, making you wish for more. His soft baritone voice tickled the left side of your ear and sent shivers through your body, "I suppose a small break wouldn't hurt anyone. What is it that you wanted to show me?"

He doesn't know much about the Kardashians or reality shows in general. He's more interested in human art and culture... and you, a different sort of art (haha such a simp). When you showed him the tape he thought it was a bit tasteless, no offense (the tape is from 2007 after all).

You ended up creating your own sex tape that was hundred times more sensual and passionate. He fell head over heels for you, especially for your "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" attitude. Family breakfast the next day was totally awkward considering that everyone ate in complete silence. They knew exactly what happened yesterday because your moaning resonated through the entire house. Asmo broke it by admitting how happy he was for both of you and you covered your face in shame. In contrast to you, Lucifer was clearly unbothered. His reasoning was that "this act is completely normal for two people in love". In fact, he was so proud to have the most beautiful gf in all three realms. And, of course, he was happy that others knew just how good his dick made you feel. His and nobody else's.

Usually he drinks demonus or gold hellfire newt syrup to put himself in the mood. Now he's using the tape to remind himself just how perfect you felt under his touch and he's already good to go.

MAMMON

He was in the middle of a call with his modeling employer when you suddenly, and quite shamelessly, proposed the idea to him. The poor guy couldn't bring himself to speak anymore, his face was aflame and his pants felt unusually tight.

"Ss...s..sure I'll c..call you tomorrow. YES I'm fine! I'm TOTALLY fine haha! *dies inside* See ya." *ends the call* "MC YA CAN'T JUST SAY THAT DURING AN IMPORTANT CALL, MY HEART ALMOST GLOCKED!" He was too cute like this.

Of course he knew about the Kardashians, one of the wealthiest families of the human world (which he wishes to collaborate with someday... okay, maybe steal a couple of values while he's at it). He heard of their line of men's wardrobe and cosmetics. People were spreading it all over social media and it would be a real shame if he didn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot. However, he wasn't familiar with the tape (which was the reason behind their popularity to begin with). When you showed it to him, he was so turned on- eyes roaming everywhere but the screen in front of him and his face flushed in embarrassment. The tsundere was back in town.

"Are ya okay with this? I...I mean, of course ya want to do it with The Great Mammon, who else? It's just that... I wanted to check if you're ready for this..."

By this he meant if you're ready to lose your virginity to him this soon. He wasn't expecting you to take his hand and literally push it in your pants, you idiot. You were so wet for him that every ounce of his rational thought flew off the window. He growled, took you in his hands and threw you on the bed with him. From this moment you knew- you won't be leaving his room anytime soon.

You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot about the whole filming thing, so there was a promise of the next time and Mammon's heart swelled with joy.

If you thought that Lucifer was the possessive type then you were greatly mistaken. Mammon is the avatar of greed, it's practically engraved in his name. He bought you a cum necklace so that "you'll always have a little piece of him with you wherever you go". Demons have a more sensitive smell than humans so it'll drive them away. You take it off when hanging with the bros because you don't want them to look at you weird. No worries, Mammon will make it weird nonetheless. He'll give you his cologne just in case his brothers got any funny ideas. He wanted to ensure that you were absolutely taken and that none of them would even think about making a move on you during his absence. You don't see a problem with it since you love Mammon just as much. To make it even- he's wearing your own version of the necklace and keeping some of your belongings in his car like hoodie or panties for him to jerk off with.

LEVIATHAN

He was playing video games when you knocked on his door.

"What's the secret phrase?"

"The second lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools."

"Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter."

It was funny how you still played this game with Levi although you knew each other well by now. It's not that he wouldn't let you in his room- little things like knowing specific info from his favorite series meant a lot to him. It showed how much you cared about him and his interests. When you entered, he greeted you with a big smile on his face.

"Hey MC, I'm playing Bad Demon Slayer! Would you care to join me?" When you explained the motive for your arrival he showed clear disinterest.

"Ew, no offense MC but why would we do this normie stuff? We're better than this."

"Because my idiot bf is incapable of giving me the time of day. You weebish, pathetic excuse for an otaku." You had already noticed his face flushing and tent growing in his pants.

"I..I have a suggestion." *he hands you his console similar to the Nintendo Switch you had at home* "This will help in distracting you from whatever I'm about to do, o..okay?"

You liked the idea so much that you instantly stripped down and spread yourself wide open in his bathtub. Since you were playing the games on his console, it allowed him to push and poke and test whatever piqued his interest without making it too awkward, at least for himself. Your occasional moaning helped him with figuring out what made you more comfortable and, once he got the hang of things, you felt so good that you completely forgot about the console and everything you were able to think about was him. He used his tail on you and let's just say that you discovered a new kink you didn't know you had. After the first round, he insisted on going again so you watched anime porn (hentai?) to get yourselves into the mood which you did. After the second round, he wanted to try out cosplay but you needed a short break to catch some breath beforehand. Jeez, what have you done? You "unlocked" a sex monster. After the third round, you laid together in each other's arms and dozed off.

"I guess this is one of the fewer normie activities I'm able to tolerate," he murmured and you laughed in his chest. His bathtub wasn't exactly the most comfiest bed in the world, but it was great because it squished you together and you enjoyed the warmth that his body provided. You also loved his notable cedarwood fragrance with musky notes. Funny, you would have never taken him for the type who uses cologne because he's almost never leaving his room. Still, it was a nice detail.

He's still unable to look at the tape, so you were more than welcome to keep it. Pls keep it haha!

ASMODEUS

A special event is being held at The Fall and all the big names have been invited. So, naturally, he needed to look extra pretty for the occasion and that's why he needed YOUR assistance. Yes, yours, because nobody else has a sense of style the way you do. And since you were helping him with all the "important life decisions", you were joining in on the fun + he paid for everything because he felt extra generous today (and because he needed to spoil his precious little kitten once in a while, it's all. ♡)

You spent hours on shopping, then beauty salons and afterwards you visited the massage center since you were, as Asmo claimed- "walking the entire day and in need of a fulfilling relaxation experience ♡".

You came back home, stored all your shopping bags in your respective rooms and entered the jacuzzi (another excuse for relaxation). You talked about all kinds of topics- some viral DevilTube videos, beauty tips, your love lives, even sex poses.

To Asmo, it came as a second nature- he was the avatar of lust after all. Being the more experienced of the two, he discussed every type off the top of his head and gave his honest opinion on it. What he didn't know is the effect this had on you and your tights rubbing together to help you ease the frisky feeling building inside. Spending time with Asmo was such a common occurrence for you that you completely forgot that you were sitting in a luxury tub resembling the "Temple of Love" in Versailles with a guy, both butt-naked as the day you were born. You either never really paid attention or you were seriously that oblivious, but the way his wet hair shone under the dim chandelier lighting or the way his muscles barely protruded through his lean form, did things to you. He noticed your eyes wandering and not just around water covered in rose petals. Asmo learned a long time ago that you were immune to his demon charm, so he thought that discussing sexual subjects with you wouldn't be such a big deal but apparently- he was wrong.

"Oh, sorry MC. You should've told me to stop the moment I started talking about it... Unless you really liked what you heard~"

When you suggested the tape idea, he was overjoyed. Of course he's familiar with the Kardashian tape- the start of western indulgence. Only Diavolo knows how many times he was summoned to satisfy the deepest pits of humans' carnal desire. Humans were impure creatures by default, and although you bore angelic blood thanks to Lilith, some things never changed. You weren't like any other human though- you were special to him.

It was already evening when you arrived home so the "bathing time" was prolonged until you decided to switch to his bed and practice "another form of relaxation". Long story short- Asmo's the best at aftercare and you felt like a literal princess. You kept the tape and made sure you gave him the copy the next day. Although he refused to watch it because of the new sex poses he wanted to film with you depending on your schedule. Oh, you're worried that you won't be flexible enough? Don't worry, you'll be~

SATAN

You were minding your own business when someone knocked on your door.

"Hey MC!"

"Not today, Satan."

"What?"

"Nah forget it, it's not even funny. Come in."

When he entered your room, he handed you the book that he borrowed from you and lent you something from his own collection as well. You were holding a book marathon where each was supposed to read at least one book per week, considering that the read was meant to be quick and easy on the tongue, since you didn't want to burden yourself with more work on top of your school responsibilities. Satan came up with the idea because he wanted to "spread his horizons" and you just so happened to bring your favorite juicy stories from home this weekend. It... wasn't exactly his cup of tea to begin with, but that's why he insisted on it so much- he wished to enjoy your interests without unnecessary judgment or criticism. Reading was all about having fun. Refusing to read different genres was equivalent to closing the doors towards greater knowledge. You were watching him expectantly, wearing that shit-eating smile as you waited for him to share his final impressions on your latest recommendation. Needless to say- his face was flushed and his eyes were intently avoiding yours.

"Thank you for the book. It was... very erotic."

You burst into laughter and he "Oi"-ed in disappointment.

"Were you pranking me just now?! If so, your plan has definitely failed because I read the whole thing in just two days. It was no big deal."

"Oh, two days? So it was this interesting to you~" You enjoyed teasing him, partly because you loved how worked up he gets over simple things and he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"I took the task seriously and read the whole thing as promised. It... wasn't that bad."

Your face perked up in curiosity and he continued.

"I appreciated the story's build up and the emotional aspect that the main heroine and her love interest shared. They gradually got closer as the plot proceeded despite all the hardships and it was overall an interesting read. Solid 5/10."

"Seriously?! You started praising it so well and then gave it such a shit rating! You're so contradictory."

"You know how much I love murder mysteries, this story didn't have any of them. Plus- I raised the rating by a number just because of the heroine's cat."

"C'mon you jerked to it. Admit it."

"... Ok 6/10."

"YES! XD" you cheered over such stupid reasons that he couldn't help himself but to smile a little. You were such an idiot, and yet he loved you more than anything. However, you caught him off guard when he processed your next words.

"We can... recreate some of the scenes if you want..." your request was followed by a short silence and you covered your face in embarrassment, "Forget it, it's stupid."

"I'd like that."

You uncovered your face and felt your heart skip a beat.

"Just make sure to lock your room so nobody could barge in on accident."

"Even so, wouldn't it be suspicious? I'm never locking up the doors. They'll wonder what's going on."

"Don't worry, they'll hear the reason."

He gave you one of his seductive smiles and your face went aflame. You rummaged through drawers for the keys which felt like decades to find, hands shaky from all the hurrying (and excitement).

Sure, he predicted Mammon or Asmo knocking on your door for whatever annoying reason. He wasn't expecting Lucifer of all people standing at your doorstep, asking you to join him for a moment. Perfect timing. Satan picked up the pace and pounded harder into you- your broken cries and moans and all the filth echoing between your shaky legs enough evidence for the (now traumatized lmao) avatar of pride to take his leave.

You suggested the Kardashian tape for your second round and he agreed to whatever, as long as he could feel more of you because your pussydrunk bf was this desperate for your touch aw.

He's not leaving your side the following day. He's a dotting bf and he's taking good care of you (mby I'm biased now but he's the best bf material, he'd always baby you so much it's almost impossible to believe that he's the avatar of wrath). He also made fun of Lucifer for walking in on you lol.

BEELZEBUB

Surprisingly, not horny at all unless you're exercising with him in the gym he visited so often. Other demons already assumed you're a thing considering that you're always arriving together. Despite no one wanting to approach you because of fear of getting on the giant's bad side, they still gave you side glances or checked you out briefly. And whether their interests were driven by hunger or sexual attraction, you managed to ignore it and concentrate on your workout. Well, for the most part. Which doesn't mean that you weren't feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. Sure, Beel was a dense guy from the day you met, but he wasn't ignorant of your problem and he wanted to help you the best way he could. He avoided fights and tried to talk to the owner about their gym etiquette. Sadly, to no avail. You were offered a security guard in case you felt threatened by other gym users, but there wasn't a need for it since Beel was built like two bodyguards combined. You were just hoping for some basic respect from fellow gym visitors. However, the owner couldn't give someone a restraining order based on just "a couple of glances". Disappointed, you returned to your training equipment and continued with your exercise.

"If you're still not feeling well we can leave this place. We're not required to stay here."

"It's okay Beel. Maybe he's right. Maybe I was just exaggerating."

The longer you stayed, the more irritating it got and Beel couldn't stand looking at you keeping up with everyone's harassment. He took your hand in his own and brought you to the changing room where he could at least make you feel safe. You both ate at the bench and talked about random things that put a smile on your face. Excluding his undying obsession with food, Beel could be very compassionate and sweet towards you, the way nobody else could be. You needed to watch your language around Lucifer. Satan and Belphie were troublesome. Mammon, Levi and Asmo annoyed you in their own ways. Other demons mistreated you. Only Beel felt like your safe place and it was in the middle of your conversation that you realized just how deeply you'd fallen for him... and how nicely his muscles shone under the white led lights of the empty locker room. You got bolder and asked him if you could lean on him to take some rest and he complied. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hands around his biceps. He was so strong... you really felt safe in his presence.

"If only they could realize that we mean business and leave you alone..."

Beel's thoughts gave you a naughty idea but you needed to ensure that he was absolutely okay with it. You suggested locker sex, so if they heard both of you, they'd most likely avoid you in the long run. His face turned bright red and you wondered if you'd crossed the line. To your relief- he wasn't bothered in the slightest. He locked the doors to give you some privacy but he didn't know where to begin with, so you showed him the Kardashian sex tape for the reference. One thing was sure- Beel was amazing at oral. In fact- he was so good that everyone at the gym knew and refrained from looking at you the moment you returned to your previous spots.

Your mission was accomplished and your day fulfilled. However, Beel wasn't nearly as satisfied as he would have liked, so he asked if you could continue with your ministrations at home. Your eyes were basically shining by now.

BELPHEGOR

He was skipping classes. You were skipping classes. You were alone at home. Only one logical conclusion could be drawn from this- you were napping (I knew what you were thinking perv no you didn't).

Belphie loved holding you in his arms during those peaceful morning naps because of how warm and soft you felt against him and he really liked your scent. It comforted him. You two were always hanging in the attic when wanting some alone time and although this was formerly the place he dreaded the most, it now turned into something special because of your first time spending together and your determination to get him out of there. You were so selfless at this particular moment. You didn't really have any use of helping him, but you still took it upon yourself to make sure that he felt loved again and he wanted to return your affection with the same measure, if not more.

One of the things he liked to do during those intimate moments with you was lightly trailing his fingers on your skin. It gave you goosebumps and it made him happy how comfortable he made you feel. And although he refused to admit- he was jealous of Mammon and Asmo for being the clingiest of the bunch and he hated sharing you with them. He loved his brothers, especially Beel, but he wanted to be the one who held that special spot in your heart and sometimes he wondered if maybe he was being too selfish in his wishing. He'd come to the planetarium every single night and wish for your happiness upon the stars. If only he was the reason behind your smile. Behind your moans and cries, your passion and love. If only. But he wasn't. Because of the way you held your gaze with Lucifer. The way you hugged with Mammon. The way you laughed with Levi. The way you flirted with Asmo. The way you snuggled to Satan. The way you ate with Beel. He felt insecure. Sometimes he thought that you're just sticking around out of pity so he wouldn't feel more miserable than he already did. He loved you, more than the human world itself. But he was afraid that he wouldn't live up to your love. That's why he needed to work harder for you. To be more approaching, more dearing, more territorial in a sense that won't make you uncomfortable which he feared the most btw. If only you knew how much you meant to him.

He hugged you tighter while spooning you and his silent "I love you" tickled past your earlobe. Unbeknownst to him, you harbored the same kinds of feelings for him as well. Sure, you were affectionate with his brothers, but that's all there is to it. Belphie was special- he listened to your problems and he comforted you on days when you didn't feel so hot. He was there for you in good and bad, through thick and thin. You were practically flooded with happiness when you heard those three little words leaving his lips.

Of course you recreated the Kardashian tape, Belphie gave you the dirtiest treatment worth of a slut that you are, but later on he only peppered you with more hugs and kisses. You loved your lazy foul-mouthed bf Belphie. ♡ And he loved you more than anything in the entire world.

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DIAVOLO

And there he was- the man, the myth, the legend himself. The Future King of The Devildom. Sitting mouth agape from the words that just spilled from your mouth.

"Why in the middle of our afternoon tea?"

"You either watch me touch myself right here and risk Barbatos walking in on the show or you take me to your room and fuck me like an actual demon lord."

"You're suggesting I'm not living up to the title?"

"You're acting like a pussy."

You were either really brave or really crazy, because any normal person would've run for their dear life by now to escape the strongest demon's wrath. But not you- the exchange student who dominated all seven deadly sins and did whatever the hell she wanted. Even Solomon looked up to your power despite being a skilled sorcerer himself. You were the reason the three realms almost broke apart. You were the G.O.A.T. and you knew it. You also knew how precious you were to Diavolo's plan in strengthening all the three realms through the exchange program so logically- he'd never hurt you. But you took it upon yourself to test his patience right then and there. Not only did you order him around, you also dragged his name. You expected him to throw you over his shoulder and fuck you senseless to prove what a demon of his caliber was made of. However, you were taken aback by his following reaction-

He smiled the sweetest smile but his words were like poison to you, "I take it that uncultured bitches in heat such as yourself didn't learn the basics of dignity when visiting other people's properties or dining at their respectable homes. Am I right?"

The shame that overflowed you was too much to take and you prayed for the floor to swallow you whole. You covered your face and wished to disappear into the thin air. Maybe being killed by The Crown Prince of The Devildom was a better option than being humiliated like this.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it'd turn you on."

"... Why would you think that?"

"You're a demon so I assumed... well, I was wrong. And I'm so sorry."

The fact that you wanted to seduce him and not outright disrespect him put a genuine smile on Diavolo's face. Diavolo's problem was- sometimes he understood things too literally and he needed assistance in helping him explain other people's intentions. Being isolated from the outside world since childhood has taken a tool on his social life. Now he felt bad.

And while you were distracted by your chanting fits of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s- he knelt next to you to your left, took your hand in his own and kissed it delicately. The fact that the king himself was kneeling before you made you cry even more and the humiliation, shame and embarrassment were almost unbearable. Barbatos noticed your misery and offered his help but Diavolo refused and asked for some alone time. He wanted to regain whatever was left from your broken trust. He stood up and took you by your hands, making you stand up on your feet as well. He hugged you and held you like this until your cries died down to a whisper.

"It wasn't my intention..."

"It's okay. I know." Diavolo shushed you and kissed your head. And despite the readhead's attempts to make you feel better, you still felt like you won't be able to live this down. And it was true- the relationship between you two has majorly changed now and refusing you would only make things more awkward the next time you meet each other. You were lucky he liked you back tho. He bowed down to your level and whispered into your ear-

"Would you like to be my queen so you can order me around however you want? Because I wouldn't mind."

"You seriously don't have to-"

"I insist."

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it, locking his eyes with yours. Now you were the one at a loss for words.

"I'm a gentleman before I'm a demon, so I want to take things slow with you. Before I fuck you- would you like to go on a date with me? I promise that it'll be the best fun you ever had. But if I'm not living up to your expectations, you can leave and everything will be okay between the two of us. Please, don't feel pressured to stay because of what just happened."

God, what did you do to deserve him? Nothing. And yet he tried so hard for you that you couldn't help but comply. You agreed to go on a date with him and he was so happy that he scooped you in his arms and kissed you passionately.

Maybe you made a good decision after all. Although you were a hair strand away from losing the best thing that ever happened to you.

BARBATOS

Despite being a butler and a busy one on top of that, he always found time to meet up with you because of his power to see the future and choose the one which was the most convenient for both of you. Lord Diavolo forbids him from using his power for personal gain, but you were an exception to the rule. So he entered a couple of doors leading to a certain future situation to clean Young Master's mess, leaving him with less work and more time to spend with you. It was stressful and it was tiring, but he'd do anything to see your beautiful smile again.

It was unusual, he never felt like this towards anyone in thousands of years of his career. He swore to himself that he'd never lose sleepless nights thinking about the person he loves and yet there he was- thinking of nothing but you. You can only imagine the surprise on Diavolo's face when Barbatos gave him Mandragora Tea instead of Hellfire Rose Tea and he never makes mistakes, matter of factly. The demon butler has fallen head over heels for you. Congrats girl- you've gotten yourself a dream boat.

Because of his intervention with the future, he set himself a day-off and called you over to the Demon Lord's Castle on a baking date. You were making all kinds of desserts together and sampled the ones that didn't end up so well. A bit of cream remained on the corner of your lips and Barb would casually come up to you and kiss the remaining bits away, making you all warm and flustered. Your butler bf was so smooth in the most unpredictable of ways. Or was he planning this all along? You wondered how far into the future he could look to predict certain actions. However it may be, you felt safe with him. Moreover- it meant that he could warn you of all the troubles happening beforehand and assist you in the time of need. Despite being a powerful sorceress yourself, you felt like you could rely on him. That brought comfort to both of you because Barb took great joy in helping you.

Maybe Mammon was your first demon you made a pact with, but Barb was the last and he wanted to have the same impact on you the way Mammon always bragged about your relationship and emphasized how much it meant to him. Barb wanted to be special to you as well, and you proved it in your own ways by going out with him tea shopping or snuggling up to him in his bed listening to your favorite music.

He hated his tail being touched, but you were the only one whom he allowed to do so. He liked being close to you like this and you noticed that Barb didn't smell of anything in particular besides maybe a couple of herbs from the tea shop that you'd visited this afternoon. It's because of the nature of his job that he refuses to wear any strong fragrances and you hugged him closer in hopes that your perfume would somehow imprint on his own clothes. When he realized what you were doing, he kissed you and you stroked his tail which made him even more eager. You won't believe it- but your beloved demon bf is getting a hard-on from your touch only. Your hand gliding up and down his smooth and sensitive tail did things to him and he loved wrapping it around one of your limbs while making out or cuddling. It made you feel more connected and safe.

Barbatos never had a person he could trust himself with. He was always considered "the most powerful of all beings", but that's because he had never let himself rely on anyone else before. He always had his own back and that's how it has always been. Until the day you entered his life- so getting Barb to open up to you was a big deal by itself. And since then, the two of you have shared a special bond not even fate could break. Because he'd stop the passage of time dead in its tracks just for you.

Horny Barb was another sort of demon. The only thing that never changed was the way he treated you like royalty and you wanted to return the favor by recreating that hot tape everyone talked about. Don't get him wrong- he fucked before. But it's been such a long time and he wanted to make sure that you felt absolutely comfortable with him, so you discussed all kinds of things- from safe words to what toys you wanted to use. He thought of everything and ever since your first dating experience till this day- no one has paid so much attention to your own pleasure the way Barb did. He got off to your happiness and you knew he was a keeper from this very moment.

When you thought that you were done and prepared yourself for sleep- no, that's where the interesting part began. Barb can also open a portal to the dream world so brace yourself for more fun in another universe which, depending on your preferences, could be just as exciting and pleasurable. Wherever you go, he'll go with you because that's the kind of lover he was. Before he thought he could be this caring only towards Young Lord, but now you were of similar importance to him and he really hoped that Diavolo wouldn't make a big fuss over it which would be pretty funny btw.

No offense to the guys, but you asked Diavolo if you could change residences from House of Lamentation to Devil Lord's Castle and he agreed if it meant making your stay at the Devildom more comfortable. So you basically got Diavolo's blessing and Barb's room became your own. Now you were always together.

SIMEON

Ngl you were a bit surprised by the outfit choice when you first met at the RAD, him being introduced by no other than Diavolo himself. Why were demons so overdressed and angels so underdressed? Where was the logic in that? It opposed everything you ever learned at your religion classes. Now you felt like a total delinquent because a) you couldn't just ask an angel why he was dressed like a male escort and b) at a loss for words, you kept staring at his exposed hips and wondering if he wore a leotard or just a regular shirt underneath. God, the unholy thoughts that kept wandering through your head. And he smiled so politely as if he didn't know what kind of effect this had on you. Did he have any self-awareness? From a logical standpoint, you concluded that this might be due to them being holy creatures like that time when Adam and Eve were naked but not ashamed because they had a perfect conscience. But then again- he didn't look anything like an ordinary angel so logic couldn't be applied here. This was so confusing.

It confused you even more when he covered Luke's ears from hearing all the dirt that the avatar of lust conveyed. He was also familiar with kinks and you thought about whether angels were prone to consuming offensive content or if it was just Simeon. It made sense tho, because he was a writer in his free time- writing a good book requires lots of knowledge from different fields, so maybe he was more progressive and open to diversity than the rest of the angels who were just blindly following the rules.

The more you were hanging out, the more you realized how pure he was from a personal level. He was a shining example of an angel- always caring and thoughtful. So lovely that sometimes he'd catch you off guard by his rebellious side. He'd subtly flirt with you by touching hands and whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one was looking, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Angel was a daring one. And he could be anything you wanted him to be, as long as it made you happy.

He loved how good you were with Luke and in moments like this he'd imagine the three of you as a cute little family, away from Michael's threats and Diavolo's plans for you. It helped him face his challenges through the day. He hated the way Diavolo was using you as a means of pursuing his personal interests when you were supposed to have a saying in the matter too. He wanted to be your guardian angel, wrap you in his wings and never let you go.

That's what he did during one of Diavolo's invitations to the Demon Lord's Castle. Initially, the aim of the retreat was for demons, angels and humans to intermingle so that each could gain a better understanding of the other. What Simeon didn't like was the way everyone turned into their true forms, which didn't necessarily make them more intimidating, but they certainly had the upper hand in the situation and demons never really did that unless they were provoked into conflict. So Simeon took you to one of the rooms, seated you on the bed and you talked. You told him about Lucifer threatening you and hurting your hand, which was the first time you saw the angel this upset. He and Lucifer were good friends from back in the days and he didn't understand why he, of all people, would've done something like this to you. He suddenly grew very overprotective of you. He was grateful to Solomon covering up for him when he did because, if it weren't for him, only Michael knew what kind of disaster could've occurred. The worst possible outcome would've been the announcement of another war and tbh nobody would like that. He knew he didn't have a good feeling about this whole event.

First, he healed your hand and then he asked if you wanted to go downstairs and rejoin them, to which you decided to stay. You sat further on the bed, settled yourself between his legs and leaned your back on his chest. He then proceeded to put his head on your shoulder and wrap his hands around you in some sort of comfort position. You were surprised by the beautiful white wings emerging from either side of your body like they were shielding you from the outside world, forming their own bubble of vulnerability and protection.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you touched his feathers and he let out little noises from how sensitive his wings were. It made you laugh until you felt something poking at you from behind and he apologized. He expected you to be uncomfortable by his reaction only to realize that you were grinding against him and one thing led to another.

When you suggested recreating the tape, he was a little concerned and didn't approve of it right away until further conviction. He hated the way the celebrity couple did it because it was lewd and emotionless (which is the reason why they broke up). He wanted to make you feel loved, that's what he was always aiming for. But if that's what you really wanted, then he couldn't really say no to you.

You did a bit different version of the tape so that both of you could feel comfortable doing it.

Simeon was a big cuddler and he'd pepper you with hugs and kisses while holding you in his arms. You were meant to part soon because the devs were probably looking for you by now and you hated to disturb such an intimate moment between you. You promised to pay him a visit to the Purgatory Hall soon.

SOLOMON

Wizard grandpa! 🤠 You never really knew on what terms the two of you were because of his chaotic mannerisms towards you. One moment he was tickling you and kissing your cheek and the next he was suggesting buying you friendship bracelets. You were constantly tossed between the friendship zone and out of it and then back to it and then out of it again like some rodeo of never-ending doom. The rush of butterflies you'd get in your stomach would be replaced by the cold stabbing feeling of disappointment and when you thought he wasn't thinking of you in that way- he'd always come back to you to prove you wrong because Sagittarius people were this annoying (and cute). The mixed signals were giving you a headache and you seriously needed to talk to him about where your relationship was heading. To be frank- he wasn't the problem here. He always treated you so nicely and your heart was the one going through a terrible whirlpool of feelings. You were tired of feeling that way... so you made a move on him.

During one of your sorcery courses with him, you scooted closer to read a magic book together and when he reached for the potion in the opposite direction, you kissed the space between his jawline and neck and he froze.

You wondered if you had made the wrong decision but when he turned to look at you, he took your face in both hands and kissed you so deeply that all his pent-up affection he felt for you came up to the surface. He held you in his arms like he was assuring himself that this was truly happening and that it wasn't just one of his dreams.

When you parted for air, he pecked you once more to get your attention.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why were you pulling this buddy bullshit on me?"

"I was afraid."

And then it dawned on you- you weren't open about your feelings for him either, so making you company was his way of keeping you close without complicating things.

"But now everything's okay... right?"

He bit the skin on his finger and drew blood, drawing a symbol on your exposed thigh from your hiked-up skirt, "More than okay."

He chanted a spell you weren't so familiar with. Suddenly you felt all hot and bothered and you realized this was actually Solomon's doing. It's not that he wasn't confident in his ability to pleasure you himself- he was, in fact, making your pleasure his top priority. Magic could be a great helper in achieving one's objectives and it wasn't all that graceless to rely on it once in a while. If it made you happy, then it's all the more reason for him to keep using it on you. Sure, he was taking pride in his work as the world's strongest sorcerer, but all that ego would soon falter when it came to you- the world's most adorable apprentice. A perfect match for his madness.

He was prepping you on your chair, eating you out on the table, fucking you against the bookshelves, bending you over the table and fucking you again. Your hips felt sore from hitting the table's edge all the time so he turned you around and put your legs over his shoulders to better accommodate you.

He was so good at this it made you realize that he's lived for a very long time, so ofc he had a couple of moves up his sleeve. You wondered how many lovers he's had before you and the thought made you jealous. Little did you know- the wizard in front of you had never had a serious relationship before and the reason why he put such a fast pace was because he was really nervous and really horny.

The moment you got his attention and told him to go a bit slower, he blushed so much. He didn't want to mess this up. All his life, since living in different realms, he had to remain strong by himself. And he's also been really lonely- being the only human representative in the world that wasn't his own must have felt exhausting. He'd use magic and potions to fill up his time... and to prevent negative thoughts from occupying his mind. His family, friends and acquaintances- everyone was dead and he was the last remaining human of his generation. Sure, he made new friends and met a supportive bunch along the way. Asmo took care of him on days when sadness and hopelessness got the best of him and angels were there to collect the remaining pieces of his broken heart and connect them into something more beautiful, which made him grow really found of them. And they all helped to a certain extent. Until he returned home and realized that he was all by himself again. That's how he felt at the beginning when he first entered the exchange program, but the more his lifespan prolonged- the more he came to terms that it was okay to embrace his loneliness. Except for the day when you came into his life. Another human standing by his side- you were nothing like the mean bunch at the Sorcerer's Society association. Sure, he may have had someone like that once. Or at least he thought he had, because the feeling he had for that person wasn't mutual. And he didn't have anyone else like that anymore.

You reminded him what it meant to love again, so the thought of losing you or your trust gave him a mini heart attack.

He confessed to you, every single thing, because he was tired of making memories of his own. He wanted to share them with you. And he wanted to be with you, if you allowed him to do so. (mby I'm biased again, but he's also the best bf material bc he clearly went through a lot and he's gonna fight for your happiness so that you won't feel the same kind of pain he went through).

Most demons are afraid of him because he's fairly unpredictable (and because he treats them like playthings lmao). But to you he was different- he showed you the most sincerest side of himself and you knew you could trust him hundred percent. And what's better than a man who's helping his beloved achieve her true potential? You loved your, ahem, interesting rewards after each of your sorcery accomplishments- especially your Kardashian sex tape that you oh so eagerly recreated with him. Your. gramps. is. whipped. Just pls don't use "grandpappy" as your word of endearment bc it would be a huge mood killer.

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Sorry for the grammar. I tried to fix it the best I could. 😅 I hope you enjoyed it.

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rolloollor · 5 months

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More jelaous Malleus headcanons? 👀

I do love jealous Malleus~

I think Malleus' default state is at least mild jealousy, since there's always a chance, no matter how small, that Rollo might end up liking someone else better. He has to be insecure--he's not used to dealing with people who have no obligation to him. Their relationship is difficult no matter what because one is human and the other is fae. Plus there's the idea of, like, what if he decides he'd rather be with a woman?

Malleus is 100% focused on Rollo, but Rollo does notice attractive people. He doesn't go awooga or anything, but he'll eye somebody and, if Malleus notices, he'll do some PDA to get Rollo's attention back on him while simultaneously showing others that they're together. If a twisted Esmerelda, male or female, popped up, it would not be good. Rollo wouldn't make a move on them or anything if he's already in a relationship, but he would notice and maybe look a little too long. If this was prior to any relationship, but Malleus is trying to woo Rollo... yeah it could be a disaster. Especially if Esmerelda thought flustering Rollo was funny.

If an Esmerelda teased Rollo without knowing he's in a relationship with Malleus... well, they wouldn't do that a second time. Imagine flirting with someone for funsies and the sky just going dark. Thunder crashes, lightning briefly illuminates the area, the interval between too small--it must have hit something nearby. A man with fucking horns stalks up, fury in his eyes, and pulls the flustered nerd away. He then pins the nerd against a wall and ravishes him. But not in a "wow I love you, you're so hot" sort of way, but with a "how dare you look at someone else, you belong to me" vibe. I'd stay far the hell away from that guy.

Prerelationship, any jealousy would be a little cuter or at least gentler. He'd give Rollo an extra egg tart or insist on going to see the gargoyles with him. "I'm busy, just go by yourself." "You will accompany me." "I'm busy." "🥺 You will accompany me..." and wear him down until he gives in.

Deep down, Rollo enjoys the intensity of the attention, but it does come with problems. Malleus can more or less do what he wants, after all... better not to tempt fate.

There's an urge for Malleus to mark Rollo as his. Fucking him in front of someone else would be hugely satisfying, but at the same time, it would mean allowing them to see Rollo in ecstasy which is unacceptable. Quite the conundrum. If he did that, it would more likely be a statement to Rollo. "You're mine, everyone knows you're mine."

But an isolated Rollo is best. When no one else can look at Rollo, and Rollo can't look at anyone else, then he's about as Malleus' as he can get.

Side note, but I almost put in Rollo sleeping around the fae castle in Dyed Dark as Night to piss Malleus off. But... that could have sabotaged his plan, so I didn't. If he caught Rollo cheating on him, it would lockdown time, no mercy. He'd hold that grudge forever.

#rllr asks #mallerollo

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ginnyw-potter · 2 years

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No omg let’s hear about those headcanons!!! I’d love to hear them!!!

oh okay so it is pretty late so I will come back to this post and add to it but here we go! also some of these things are canon but like people forget? so yep. these two live in my head rent free 😌

people forget they're both like really powerful?? like canonically they have very powerful magic both of them. so they must be intimidating af when they walk into a room. right after the war already and then they both just continue being iconic and doing incredible stuff like youngest head auror ever ( like hello?? aurors are tough as fuck and this man that should have died at least 5 times just came in, did a hell of a good job and landed head auror) and Ginny is professional Chaser but don't let that mislead you !! she's not just an athlete she's hella talented

people really be like oh fuck it's the Potters, let's behave

they're both canonically goodlooking. they're gorgeous. they both look amazing. and they're powerful. Harry's really tall. like ?? it be the kind of people I'd be like "alright something's gotta be wrong with them" if I knew them irl but no on top of that they seem to be genuinely nice people

Harry and Ginny joke around all the time. They both have a great sense of humour. also Ron just makes it really easy to tease him. They make being in the spotlight easier by making jokes out of headlines and telling reporters absolute bullshit. "yes of course we bought all our children a unicorn." "my affair with Ron has been ongoing for years, Ginny has no clue" (Ginny is standing beside him)

Bc they have such a great sense of humour, they are also the Weasley Wizard Wheezes's best supporters. Like they'll show up, finance new lines, all of it

They both have nightmares but they deal with it together. They know how to calm each other down without saying much

Harry is absolutely smitten by Ginny like.... absolutely whipped for her

bc Ginny is short and has a small frame, she likes to jump on him and he'll catch her. he's much taller so he can carry her with ease. especially if she's excited she'll run at him and he'll happily catch her

they duel each other for funsies. from the outside it looks terrifying and like someone's going to get hurt but they know each other well and it's also a way of flirting for them

they get married really young bc they're so in love and they're passionate and fuck it they could've died, they want to be bonded for life (Hermione and Ron marry later bc they're more rational about it)

they're both bisexual to some degree

When James goes to Hogwarts they find the house too quiet and have another kid. it's twins. their names are Ruby and Remy

the Weasley brothers always expected to give Ginny's potential husband a firm talking to but then it's Harry and they genuinely love Harry so they don't really do more than tease him a little

they love cuddling. just tucked nicely into each other bc it means they know the other person is there and safe and sound without having to look and it just gives them inner peace

Harry is a little possessive bc he knows Ginny's a catch. luckily often just showing up makes a guy back off. "oh shit sorry I didn't realise he is your boyfriend/husband" (Ginny rolls her eyes as Harry comes to stand behind her 'casually'

#imma add to this later if I remember!#hinny #harry potter #ginny Weasley #ginny #weasley #harry #potter #hc: twins #headcanons #anon #ask #reply

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elfie4306 · 1 year

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Supernatural S13E6 Destiel

This will only be about Destiel.

Reuniting

When Dean hugs Cas, the relief on his face. The way he tilts his head further into Cas’ shoulder. The tears in Cas’ eyes when he turns around from the phone booth. The way Dean is completely speechless except for asking “Cas, is that really you?”

He sounded so tired, exasperated almost, he had no hope that it was real. But then when he goes in to hug him, just the complete acceptance. They didn’t do their tests like they would have, Dean was just so relieved to have Cas again he probably didn’t even want to entertain the possibility that it wasn’t really Cas.

Castiel: “How long was I gone?”

Dean: “Too damn long.”

Literally after Dean says that, he is looking at Cas with the most heart-eyed expression. And when Cas says he wasn’t in heaven, I swear Dean’s first thought was hell and he was so worried. The “really?” after Cas says he was in the empty, (im reading too far into things but I don’t care), definitely translates to “oh thank fuck.”

Sam asking all the logical questions while Dean is just taking Cas in, and worried only about him. Look, I’m aware this probably wasn’t the intention, but I will read it that way for funsies.

And just the immediate change in Dean from being hopeless and numb, to being all bubbly and dressing like a cowboy. Cas did that. And that’s why Destiel is canon.

Dean Needing a Big Win

Dean saying he needed a big win, and getting Cas back was a big win. I love that, he's not just ecstatic because he's in Dodge, he's ecstatic because he has Cas back. And I'm so glad he does have Cas back for this, because he wouldn't enjoy it as much without him.

Sam's "Yeah. Fair enough." after Dean talks about the big win thing. I swear to god, he knew what was up. He knows Dean's whipped as hell.

Jack Waking Dean Up

When Jack goes to wake up Dean, and Cas is yelling behind him, knowing that Dean's gonna wake up in fight mode. Old married couple behavior. Domestic Destiel.

BUT ALSO, Dean doesn't put his gun down until he sees and recognizes Cas and only Cas. Meanwhile, Cas is standing there like, I tried to warn him.

"Who's making me coffee?" THAT IS SUCH AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE THING. Then cutting back to Cas thinking, "yeah he's a fucking dumbass I know." However, I do hate that they didn't show that Cas is definitely the one that ended up making the coffee.

"I told you. He's an angry sleeper." OLD MARRIED COUPLE. "Like a bear." THE TEASING PLEASE. old. married. couple.

Everyone sitting around the table being productive, while Dean is just slowly sipping his cup o' joe and being grumpy. Plus the silent, hold on, let me finish this coffee. The most domestic shit I've ever seen. That's happy functional family shit right there. The fact that it cuts to CAS sitting back down after Dean does that though. They are literally every stereotypical parent trope.

Fixing Cas' Hat

Dean going in to talk to the cops as if they're gonna be straight out of the 1800s.

Castiel: "This is why you're making me wear this absurd hat."

Dean: "It's not that bad. Well, yeah actually, it kinda is. Hang on." Dean reached over to pull the weird little ribbon thing off Cas' hat. He could have just told him to take it off, but no. He did it himself. He didn't just tell Cas he had a piece of lint on his jacket, he picked it off of him. (that's a New Girl reference/maybe The Crown but I've never seen it so idk)

Dean: "Alright that's better." Dean proceeded to check Cas out, while Cas teased him. And that right there is the definition of beauty.

Then Cas leans over towards him to look at himself in the rearview mirror, and Dean gets flustered. Argue with a wall, he gets flustered and looks away. The crazy long pause when he's looking away and regaining composure before he confirms that yes, Cas does indeed, look ok.

Conversation About Tombstone

Dean: "Just act like you're from Tombstone."

Castiel: "The city?"

Dean: "The movie. With Kurt Russel? I made you watch it." The way he said this, with the most "he's so annoying, yet I love him" face.

Castiel: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. The one with the guns and tuberculosis. I'm your huckleberry." DEANS FACE AFTER HE DOES THAT!!!!! LITERALLY GULPING. FLUSTEEEEERRREEEEEED.

Dean: "Yeah, exactly." Dean Inner Monologue (interpreted by yours truly) - "fuck that was hot"

Dean: "It's good to have you back Cas." Explain that in a platonic way. Right now. You fucking can't, that was the most on the nose flirtatious exchange I have ever seen in my fucking life. Right after he was just so flustered?

NOW. The ENTRANCE. Dean putting his hat on while he gets out of the car, looking over to Cas, adjusting his jacket. Hot damn. While Cas is looking at him like, "you are the dumbest person I've ever seen"

But their entrance, side by side, yeah yeah, I get that I'm reading into this part a bit, but after that conversation in the car, I honestly don't think so. These fuckers are in love, with each other.

Dean looking exasperated when Cas says "howdy partner," and "much obliged" as if he isn't doing exactly what he was told, and Dean wasn't just swinging open those saloon doors over and over before they left.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural s13 #spn s13 #supernatural dean #supernatural sam #supernatural castiel #supernatural jack #cas #castiel #sam and dean #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester

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i agree that belial shows some self control and he seems to care about us on some level yknow. and he is obviously capable of caring about people like lucilius. so maybe hiding behind him and having him protect us from these scary horny ladies would endear us to him and maybe he wont kill us on the spot. hell mock us, yes but maybe not immediately go for broke. also i fully admit that i am more attracted to belial than enyo or hecate and ill thank you not to judge me for it.

yeah right!!!

like despite his horniness, it's his capacity for love that define Belial, just, twisted this far away because since he's not loved back he is twisting himself like that. But ultimately it's rooted in love and devotion.

Compared to Enyo who at least is only here for the thrill it gives her, and eventually she would love her prey, but it's as a prey. Her dynamic with Athena is clearly homoerotic too for example but it's not one of devotion, it's one of sadism per se. And when she sees us as a prey and end up being interested in us as one, it is specifically to hunt us down.

(and like more Power to her i do love Enyo and would agree to be stepped on by her, on some conditions).

Hekate seems to be more similar to Enyo but much hornier. Because Enyo at least is mostly getting off of her own sadism. She gets off on the pain she imposes others. Hekate seems to have a much more specific approach to it that i don't want to describe but yaknow!!

Belial's interest into MC is less about making us suffer and getting off on our suffering. He wants to play with us and corrupt us, but not kill us. And even in the whole quest line that is all about him encouraging us down a path that would make us his puppet, he does actually try to discourage us from doing so. (probably very reverse psychology of him but still!!!! he keeps telling us we should stop at any time, he pretends it's because he cares, once we're too far gone he's super happy about it, but he's even more into it once we break free from his hold. It's so. so!!)

coughs anyway i could actually totally see Belial at least pretend to protect MC for a while if MC hid behind him like, yaknow. Though eventually he might tease us by turning around to us and going "hey don't you want a word in all of this" and trying to bring us up front. like his summon call!!!! sometimes putting us in danger just for funsie, but only as long as he's control and would push back if there's a real danger.

idk i feel like, Belial is really calculated even when he gives in to his vices and while being horny is most of his apparent personality this is not all that's on his mind when he interreacts with people. He PRETENDS it is but he has more in his mind. Hekate and Enyo don't seem to have this distance with their horniness and they never seem to really resist their vices so it seems more dangerous.

... But yes since we're guilty of the "horny for Belial" crime we may not be the best people to really differentiate all of them.

still, even if he ends up betraying me i'd rather be killed by him!!! i've seen what happens when he goes full on with his plans, and i can imagine what happens if Enyo and Hekate goes full on with their plans,, and i'm taking Belial, no doubt over here. smh!!

#ichareply #anonymous #ichafantalks gbf

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That malewife sub nihil ask is now making me think of a scenario where Imperator pushes Nihil against a wall to make out with him (she doesn’t care if they get caught. It’s the risk that makes it so satisfying and fun for her) but like, within moments of her going to nip on his neck this man is moaning so loud that it echos off the abbey walls and sister has to stop and cover his mouth with her hand in a desperate attempt to get him to shut up because he sounds like he’s being stabbed and dying out (he’s completely fine lol).

While being the biggest little malewife sub (I headcanon that he’s pretty tall and Imperator is like, 5’3 so she wears heels to get him to stop calling her short) he does sometimes overdue the loudness just to give her a harder time for funsies. He’s basically silly putty in her hands but he does like to tease quite a bit -even if it frustrates her as a very domm woman- but hey, she can just release that on him later ;)

Oh my god, I'm so happy that everyone else also thinks Nihil is loud as Hell. He fucking is.

I'm also glad that you mentioned him being a stink sometimes, just for fun, because he's actually the one who usually likes to initiate the unsneakiness with kisses and such in places they could otherwise get caught. Sister is a little more antsy about that, but if he's gonna kiss up on her, she won't push him away.

And then, here she is, trying to reciprocate and take the risk because they can get away with it if she really wants them to - which of course she does - and he goes and repays her by making the most unhinged sound like he's playing to the back row and Lucifer on His throne, does he not understand the acoustics in here?? (Of course he does, he's the musician.)

He absolutely does play it up, he gets naughty on purpose sometimes, just because he likes it when she grabs him by the mouth and also because he thinks the little flickers of panic that wrinkle through her face are really cute. It's cute because she's the most powerful person here, so even if someone did catch them, he knows she'll take care of it. But she's still scared of getting them, of getting him in trouble. That's how much she loves him, is that even just a theoretical trouble is something she instinctively wants to prevent. ♥

(And yes, I super agree that he's very tall and she's like 5'3", 5'4"-ish.)

#asks #ghost

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mcrcki · 5 months

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Was that [SAMARA WEAVING]? Oh no no, that was just [MORRIGAN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES]. They are [FIVE HUNDRED+] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

mor's been here for about six months

what is your character’s job

she's rhysand's press manager, and HE IS PUTTING HER TO WORK RN, god pls why are we engaged to someone who is not your mate

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

for funsies, she's actually from the end of acomaf! she remembers feyre returning to the spring court with tamlin, and being told that she's her high lady -- she's learned about what happened afterwards by now, but her memories end after leaving hybern

has any magic affected your character

nope! she's totally the same!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

acotar really sparked me into loving to read again and i fell so in love with the characters and the story and specifically mor from like page one of meeting her i was fucking heart eyes at her. i just think she's neat and so fun and strong and i could probably ramble about her for six hours , but don't you dare ask me to explain what her powers are

morrigan is rhysand's cousin, growing up in the court of nightmares, but she never felt as if she belonged there. her dreams were too big for hewn city, but her family could tell that she was more powerful than a regular fae and she spent her whole life being worried her father would sell her off to the highest bidder

that came true when there was a deal with the autumn court to have mor marry eris , and she didn't want it, she wanted her life to be her own. so she did the only thing that she could think that would make her less desirable in marriage, she slept with someone else first. that happened to be cassian, and she still is grateful to him despite all the trouble it caused.

when she returned and eris called off the engagement bc she was no longer a virgin (ik its so outdated but alas, politics) , her own family was furious as hell about it and her father tortured her, he dumped her as she was basically dying with A NOTE NAILED TO HER BODY that she was the autumn court's problem. azriel is the one who found her and returned her to rhys where she's stayed since.

during the first war, she helped fight on the side of the humans and assisted in forming the original treaty.

she is now rhys' third in command in the night court :)) she is also the overseer of the relationship between the court of nightmares and the court of dreams, along with running both velaris and hewn city

she keeps the court running during the time when rhys is stuck under the mountain, and is the first person to know that feyre is rhys' mate after he returns

my girl loves feyre from day fucking one, she wants her to feel welcome and loved. she knows what the spring court can be like

she is there for a few dinners , being someone that feyre can trust despite everything going on. she is also the one who goes into the spring court to take feyre out of the manor when tamlin locks her in.

listen, if anything, she's just happy to have someone to mess with the boys with her, she loves amren but she knows am isn't going to tease with her like feyre will

basically mor has big older sister vibes always and she loves her court so much, the inner circle is her family through and through.

for mor right now, like i said, the last thing she remembers is going to hybern, watching the king bring feyre's sisters into the cauldron, feyre "breaking" the bond between her and rhys before being taken back to the spring court, while mor took her sisters back to the night court and they took cassian and azriel back to heal. she did try to kill the king after az and cass were attacked but at the risk of one of them dying, she stopped.

now that she's here , she's been filled in on what happened, though she is still a little bitter about the whole thing, she really just likes to mess with feyre about everything that happened

mor works for rhys here as well, though at the moment, she wants to strangle her best friend, considering his memories are only up to acotar. she is doing everything in her power to hold together the ic while it feels very much like everything is falling apart.

she is struggling a little but she doesn't want to talk about it, and would rather just pretend that she's only having one glass of wine when it's really more.. but that's a problem to handle after the family is back to normal

connections :

✩ co workers

like i said, she works for rhys but that means that she's around the political scene a lot, so she would absolutely know a ton of people in that line of work

she loves to be social so she would 100% have struck up a conversation

✩ past flings

mor has been in the city for a while now, and loves to go out and enjoy what the world has to offer. she's started to focus on one girl specifically but in the six months she's been here she absolutely wouldn't have been alone

mor is a lesbian so pls offer appropriately !!

✩ drinking dancing friends

mor loves to go out dancing, she would just love to have some friends she can drag to bars to go dancing with !!!

#hw: intro #mo. intro #we're going to ignore the typo in the graphic bc yall love me #trauma mention tw #parental issues tw #abuse tw

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 1 year

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So.... the new ikepri story sale...

It was good, but not nearly as spicy or as much "plot" as the last ones tbh. Not too sure how I feel about em ngl.. kinda feel like bc it was only 4 of em and not much happened (imo) I felt.. a lil jebaited. Yves' was pretty wholesome, Chev's just felt more teasing, Luke's was like wholesome light smut, and ofc Nokto's being basically the filthiest, but still kinda sweet? For smth that advertised as "getting to know his kinks"... all I got out of it is that Chev likes to stare at you, Yves loves to sniff you (wbk), Luke likes to feel extra big around you (smol mc), and Nokto just earlier enjoys physical affection and your reactions... so ye wbk. Hell, Clavis' "what if we were married" epilogue had handcuffs and some prior sale had Yves tie you up til you caved like how in tf was this the "kinks" set??? I'm not mad they weren't as smutty as the last ones per se I'm just disappointed in the false advertising yfm? Cause in other ones I /knew/ I would be buying a smutless epilogue but I still got it bc I liked the chara/event or whatever bc you can kinda tell what you're getting alr. Even if they weren't explicit, would've preferred even just a silly kink thing for funsies or whatever. Again, this isn't a rant, just trying to sort out my own thoughts. General consensus, they felt kinda short and not a whole lot happened in either sense, so if you're more of the budget type of player, don't rly reccomend this set, esp with only 4 charas as well. They'll probably bring the sets back around with added ppl at some point anyway like with the one they added Clavis into not too long ago. sigh

I miss ikerev so fucking much lately.. like all the events and new stories and birthdays and everything... and all the routes we never got.. hitting hard lately fr

#aerin.txt #delete later maybe? idk #abt; ikepri

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P1

Music plays as the camera pans on a purple book with a bright red apple pictured on the cover, swirling gold vines and a gold capital D are placed on and around the apple.

The book opens to reveal a tablet, and a purple painted finger swipes up on the tablet to ‘flip the page’-revealing the title of the ‘book’; Descendants.

‘once upon a time-long long ago~’

Naaaah well get to that in a moment, right now! We have some backstory to get into! Meet (y/n)! 16 years old, a Disney fan since she was a baby(sleeping beauty was the shit when she was old enough to remember movies), and now-a huge descendants fan. It’s July 31st, 2017, it’s been 10 days since Descendants 2 had released-and now (y/n) is hunkering down on her couch to watch the first movie again, and then watch D2 again-just for funsies~.

Harry Hook had quickly and easily stolen her heart as soon as he appeared on screen, and she couldn’t wait to start up D2 again. But as the opening credits began to play on her screen-it started to…glitch out, Mal’s voice overpowered by a ‘new’ one, deeper, male-and Scottish.

Before (y/n) could react to it properly-her TV turned to blinding white, the light overwhelming her eyes and living room; something grabbing at her body and tugging her into the screen, the teen was just barely able to grab her phone and bag before she was dragged in screaming to the Descendants world.

What adventures await her there? Only time will tell, for now~ let’s get back to those opening credits-shall we?

Mal; “once upon a time, long long ago-well, more like twenty-” Mal gets shoved over, a crashing noise indicating she hit something hard as someone scrambles to sit on the chair Mal was sitting on, a soft snicker coming from the intruder. Mal; ”Harry?! I was in the middle-“

Harry Hook; “oh shut it pixie-it’s my turn ta narrate! Now go be a bitch somewhere else-anyways~!” Mal storms off in a huff-most likely to complain about Harry to Evie or anyone that would listen. “Twenty years ago, king beasty and his Belle married front’ of all six-thousand of their mates-that’s a big cake hells bells. Anyway! Beasty united all tha’ kingdoms and declared hi’mself king of tha’ united states of boreadon~

He rounded up all tha’ villains, sidekicks, petty thieves, drug dealers, anyone he could think of that was even slightly bad-and booted em’ off ta’ the isle of the lost; with a magic barrier ta’ keep ‘em there.

This is where I live. No magic, no WIFI, no fresh food, and no.way.out….or so we thought~ hol’ up hol’ up, yer about ta’ see me pretty face~ but first-this happened, and ain’t she pretty~ no not belle-the one sitting in the chair behind prince beasty.

Prince Ben stares out to the isle of the lost from his room at Beast castle, so much to do in so little time, and his coronation was in just a month-hardly any time to do all he wanted before he was crowned king. Ben let out a small sigh, catching the eye of his newest and now closest friend, who sat on a comfy chair behind him-doodling away as Ben’s tailor got to work fitting his coronation suit.

“Are you sure this’ll work (y/n)?” Ben asked the girl, who nodded absentmindedly, getting the last details of a certain pirate down before closing her book, and sitting up to give Ben her proper attention. “I’m sure of it, it’s your first royal proclamation, it’s Auradon law for it to pass with no barriers, be it from your parents or the council-we’ve been over this beasty boy, just stand your ground and those kids will be here sooner than you can say codfish.”

Ben let out a small mutter of ‘codfish’ with a teasing smile, laughing as (y/n) took a balled-up sheet of paper and chucked it at him, grinning as it bounced off his head and hit the tailor on the shoulder. He just shook his head at the two teens, standing up to bow as King Beast/Adam and Belle walked into the room-both looking ever so proud of their son.

“How is it you’re going to be crowned king next month!” King Adam exclaimed, looking almost star-struck as Belle, who was walking by her husband's side with her hand tucked into his arm. “You’re just a baby!” Adam insisted, chuckling as Belle stepped away and grabbed some of Ben’s discarded clothes, tossing the shorts in Ben’s hamper and folding the tourney jersey. “He’s turning sixteen dear!” Belle reminded, rolling her eyes fondly as Adam went on.

“That’s far too young to be crowned king!” (y/n) looked up from her sketchpad, looking as if she wanted to say something but shook her head, going back to her doodles. “I didn’t make a good decision till I was at least-forty-two.” Belle looked a bit offended at Adam’s words, narrowing her eyes up at him as Ben smiled in amusement-knowing his mom had a few choice words about his father’s choice of words.

“uh, You decided to marry me, at twenty-eight.” Belle reminded, shaking her head as she made eye contact with Ben as Adam sent a teasing grin down to his wife of 20 years. “it was either you or a teapot.” Belle just glared at him, two seconds away from smacking his shoulder. “kidding.” Adam looked back at Ben with wide eyes and Ben just laughed-knowing his mom still had his dad wrapped around her finger, even after all these years.

Ben glanced back at (y/n), who gave Ben an encouraging smile and he took a deep breath, stepping towards his parents-“mom, dad?” his tailor stopped him, making Ben step back and face his parents on the pedestal. “I’ve chosen my first official proclamation.”

Adam and Belle looked very interested, Adam nodding for Ben to go on. “I’ve decided that the children of the isle of the lost, be given a chance-to live here in Auradon.” Belle’s jaw dropped along with Ben’s shirt-and Adam’s jaw clicked. (y/n) sat up slightly, while she knew Adam wouldn’t hurt Ben, he still had some anger issues and would not let anything happen to her friend who had so graciously let her into his life two months ago.

Ben kept rolling forward, now that he finally got those words out-he wouldn’t stop until he had his first set of VK’s in Auradon. “every time I look out to the island, I feel like they’ve been abandoned.” (y/n) snorted slightly from her spot, thinking that was the understatement of the year. Ben just glanced back at her, making her go silent, knowing it was not the time for jokes.

“The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?” Adam asked, almost like he was trying to convince his son that his proclamation was a stupid idea-a dangerous one. But Ben stood strong, he would not let those kids be punished any longer, not for their parent's crimes. “we start with a few at first, the ones that need our help the most.”

Belle nodded, truly listening to Ben’s idea-he caught that nod and pushed forward-knowing he had his mom’s support-and (y/n)’s. he just needed his dad's. “I’ve already chosen them, I have Auradon guardians signed up to claim them in case anything happens and I’ve already spoken to FG about them being enrolled at Auradon prep.” Adam nodded, it seemed his son already had everything planned out.

“You’ve done all that eh?” Adam muttered, looking down at his son. “And why should we give these-villain kids-a chance?” Belle took Adam ‘s arm, turning him towards her. “I gave you a second chance” Belle reminded Adam that he, was once seen as a villain, a monster-only to be redeemed by the woman before him. she turned to Ben when Adam calmed down. “Who are their parents, and how many?”

“Six,” Ben answered immediately, wringing his hands together slightly. “Two girls and four boys. Cruella De’vil, Jafar, Evil Queen, Captain Hook-“ Ben paused, knowing the last two villains were two his dad would not react well too-especially the latter. “-and Maleficent and Gaston.” Ben rushed out, taking a step back as Adam stepped forward-his voice rising and scaring the tailor who quickly bowed out.

(y/n) planted her feet on the floor.

“Maleficent?! Gaston!? They are the worst villains known to us!” Ben held his hands up, trying to get his father to calm down “Dad-just hear me out here-“ Ben pleaded, closing his eyes for a moment as Adam lifted his hand to point at the isle through the window. “I won't hear of it! They are guilty of unspeakable crimes-Gaston tried to murder me and take your mother! You really want to invite his-spawn-to our kingdom?!”

“They have done nothing wrong!” Ben insisted, finding his voice and overpowering his fathers “They have done nothing to us to condemn them to the isle! Gaston yes-he deserves to be there-but his kids? The other kids? They’ve done nothing wrong! Nothing except being born to those who have wronged us-they’re innocent in the eyes of the law and to me.” Ben straightened out, lifting his chin as he stared his father down. “This is my proclamation dad. And as future king, it is my duty to do what I think is right for my people-that includes the people of the isle. And it’s right to give those kids a chance.”

Adam and Ben held each other's stares for a moment, then Adam stepped away-nodding. “I suppose the children are innocent,” he admitted-he simply didn’t want to admit he had condemned children to a life of imprisonment-but his son would right his wrongs even if Adam never did. Adam turned and walked away, straightening his suit as Belle took Ben’s collar and fixed it-giving him a proud grin. “well done.” She whispered, turning to her husband and leading him out of the room “shall we?”

Ben let out the biggest sigh of relief as he stumbled back, holding his chest as (y/n) clapped from her chair, setting her sketchbook aside as she joined Ben at the window; clapping her hand on his shoulder. “Well done beasty boy, well done. You sure we can't get one more kid? From Yensid’s notes-Hook, Gaston, and Ursula’s kids are all quite close-It’d be a shame to pull them apart?” (y/n) asked, not wanting to separate the three pirates, but Ben shook his head sadly. “you heard the council, even numbers, No more-no less. besides-I only got six guardians to sign up, one for each kid.” (y/n) let out a raspberry, crossing her ankles as Ben gazed out towards the isle, playing with his class ring as he remembered the purple haired girl with emerald green eyes from his dreams.

“Well, what are we waitin’ for?” (y/n) asked, pushing Ben towards his closet. “get changed! We gotta get those letters to the isle!” Ben grinned with a nod, taking his fitting jacket off and tossing the stack of letters to (y/n), who slipped out of his room to wait for him to get changed.

It was time to invite the villain kids to Auradon.

Two days later: the isle of the lost-the wharf. A rough punk-like dubstep beat echoes as the camera flies through the isle of the lost-through the wharf marketplace place-through tattered sails and broken lamps-to find Ursula’s chip shop.

It zooms in to show a petite black girl with long teal and aqua braids, a nasty grin on her lips as she tosses a tray onto the table-which was the wrong order for the customer she delivered it to-as they complained, the girl ignored them, instead throwing the tray up in their face and pointing at the sign that said ‘you take it how we make it’ with a rough cackle.

Uma; They say I’m trouble-they say I’m bad-they say I’m evil~ and that makes me glad!”

Uma, the daughter of Ursula, grabs an empty tray and throws it into the kitchen, disrupting the work and making a crashing noise as Uma laughs and throws her apron away-leaving the chip shop after retrieving her sword. Her mother yelled after her-a set of tentacles snapping after Uma-curling away as Uma disappeared down the wharf.

Gil; A dirty no good-down the bone.

Gil, the son of Gaston, leaped between building gaps, a small group of teens chasing after him-yelling for him to give back their loot. Gil just grinned, making sure his bag of new loot was secure before disappearing behind the wharf fence-leaving the group behind-who had thought Gil was helping them steal from the market place.

Gil; Your worst nightmare-can’t take me home!”

Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, strut through the wharf marketplace-pirates and others alike backing away in fear of the young pirate-fear for the glint in his eye and the sharpness in his grin. He snatched jewelry and whatever he could see as he walked through-a giggle escaping him as he pocketed several rings.

Harry; So I’ve got some mischief~ in me blood-can ya blame me? I never got no love~”

Harry blew a kiss to a younger girl with dark red hair-who giggled and hid her flushing face behind her bangs. It was no secret that many girls, and boys-of the isle had a crush on Harry-but he had yet to find a spark with anyone-other than with his friend Uma-who he would defy the gods for. Harry laughed to himself, dipping beneath a rail and grinning as he saw Uma; greeting her with his hook as they always did.

Gonzo-a member of the wharf rats-Harry’s crew of misfits-bolted through the wharf-a bedazzled jacked in hand as Bonnie-another crew member-laughed as she ran behind him, holding several handfuls of good loot.

Gonzo; They say im callous.” Bonnie; a lowlife hood~ I feel so useless”

Bonnie stole a half-eaten week stale donut from a younger pirate as she bolted by them, cackling as she and Gonzo disappeared into the wharf, meeting up with Gil, Uma, and Harry as they ran about causing chaos.

Gonzo/Bonnie; Misunderstood!”

Uma and Harry grinned at each other as they walked on the highest set of the wharf, laughing as they watched their wharf rats cause chaos and steal all they wanted.

Uma/Harry; Mirror mirror, on the wall-who’s the baddest-of them all? Welcome to my wicked world-wicked world!

The pirates burst into a pillow factory and ripped it apart, feathers, fluff, and fur flying everywhere as the pirates cackled and jumped about-enraging the workers as they had fun. They made all the noise they could as they ran out of the factory-Harry scraping his hook along the metal pipes as they ran.

Pirates; I’m rotten to the core, Rotten to the core-I’m rotten to the core! Who could ask for more-I’m nothing like the kid next-like the kid next door! I’m rotten to the core-rotten to the-I’m rotten to the core!

The camera pans away from the laughing pirates, focusing on Harry and Gil before zooming towards the main isle market-revealing a girl with shoulder-length purple hair and a snarky grin-holding a spray paint can. The daughter of Maleficent.

Mal; Call me a schemer-call me a freak-how can you say that?! Im just-unique!”

Mal spray painted a large purple M on a shower sheet-pushing it aside and giving a falsely sweet grin to a passing isle inhabitant who ran away in fear. Mal laughed, spotting her ‘friend’ Evie and running over to meet her-who was pushing through the clothing section of the marketplace-pocketing things she liked.

Jay; What, me a traitor? Ain’t got your back? Are we not friends?! What's up with that!?”

Jay, son of Jafar, dropped into the marketplace from the panels above, hanging from the support beams as he flipped over to the floor and landed in front of two people enjoying some tea. He took the bronze teapot and politely poured them their tea, they smiled and thanked him-yelping as he leaped over the table with the pot and ran off, cackling as he did.

Evie; So I’m a misfit~ so I’m a flirt~ I broke your heart? I made you hurt?

Evie, daughter of the evil queen, strut through the fabric of the clothing section of the marketplace-Mal close behind as Evie grinned and stole a scarf from one of the shoppers, winking as he stared after her-in awe of the young princess as she disappeared within the fabrics, Mal laughing as she followed the blue-haired princess away from the market.

Carlos; The past is past~ forgive forget! The truth is, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Carlos, son of Cruella De’vil, casually strolled on top of the tables on the outskirts of the marketplace, knocking over baskets of apples and other goods as shop keeps and customers alike yelled at him to get down. He just laughed, knocking over another basket of apples and dropping a smaller basket on a woman's head-tossing some hay at her as he hitched a ride on a cart.

Mal/Evie; mirror mirror, on the wall-who’s the baddest-of them all? Welcome to my wicked world-wicked world!

Mal and Evie smiled down at Carlos and Jay as the boys caused some havoc in the market's bakery, laughing as Jay knocked over a near-empty bucket of flour and Carlos began to pull at a crane-like mechanic-Jay leaping on for the ride and laughing as Carlos pulled him along.

The vks flooded the streets and wharf, bouncing and weaving between pirates and villagers-laughing as they disrupted the peace. The pirates danced with their swords as Mal and her gang banged their heads and stomped their feet.

VK’s ; I’m rotten to the core-core, Rotten to the core-I’m rotten to the core-core, Who could ask for more? I’m nothing like the kid next-like the kid next door! I’m rotten to the-I’m rotten to the-I’m rotten to the core~”

Harry fixed his hat as he and the wharf rats showed off their stolen loot, Harry eyeing the cracked ruby necklace he had snatched from the market-it looked expensive and still in good condition, he could resell it for a high price-or get that Tremaine brat to repurpose it for him-maybe make himself a new ring.

Harry’s grin widened as he noticed a passing kid with a candy apple-he snatched it up and pushed the kid away as they cried, holding up the apple in victory as his crew laughed with him. Uma rolled her eyes, mostly out of fondness as she took a seat on a nearby barrel, playing with her teal and red beaded bracelet as Harry tried to eat his new prize. But isle candy apples were more like actual rocks instead of candy. “a candy apple, stolen from a kid, truly you are the embodiment of evil Harry.” Uma teased, grinning sharply as he pointed his hook at her, a glint in her eye that always made her giddy.

“Ah~ Uma~ ye know this is only tha’ beginning of me evil plans, first-a candy apple-then!” Gil interrupted Harry, a habit Gil had that he had never been able to kick-he interrupted a lot of people actually, and got in himself in trouble quite a bit for saying before thinking. “the candy store?” Gil asked, looking giddy at the thought of stealing from a whole candy store.

Harry just stared at Gil blankly as the crew snickered softly, Uma rolling her eyes again. “I was goin’ ta say the world, Gil.” Harry said, his shoulders slumping in disappointment in Gil’s lack of want for world domination-he’d rather eat all the eggs in the world than take it over.

As Harry talked to his friends, the crew all froze and stared down the wharf-two men walking towards them. Harry noticed his crew’s frozen expressions and went to ask them what the fuck they were doing-when he realized why they froze. Harry swallowed, dropping his shoulders and head as his father, captain Hook-came strutting towards him-his scarlet red coat flowing behind him and his icy blue eyes shaded by his large captain's hat.

Harry glanced at Uma-who held his stare-worry deep in her eyes. Visits from his father were never good news, and never ended well for Harry.

“Stealing apple’s boy? How-juvenile.” James sneered, hooking the apple and taking it from Harry’s hand. Harry winced, shuffling on his feet. “It was from a lost boy?” Harry said meekly, his loud personality always seemed to disappear around his father. James just rose his brow, tossing away the candy apple, landing in the dirt; ants quickly covering the hard caramel.

“not a real lost boy, they’re all on neverland” James sneered again, reaching out with his right hand and taking Harry’s shoulder-the teen flinching at the action-his father’s eyes were glinting oddly again-flashes of red circling within the ocean blue. Harry stayed quiet-knowing if he talked it wouldn’t end well. “ah! Speaking of-“ Harry was turned in his father’s hold, James’ hook pointed out towards Auradon that lay across the sea.

Harry blinked-wondering what the hell was going on-seeing Gaston talking to Gil-Gil looking…very confused as always. His father continued speaking-demanding Harry’s attention. “-Neverland, will soon be ours!” Harry furrowed his brows, looking at his father. “what do ye mean?” Harry asked, leaning back as his father got into his face.

“A chance to freedom boy, a chance to reclaim what is ours-you-along with-“ James gestured to Gil, who still seemed to struggle with what Gaston was explain. “what's his face-have been invited to attend a new school-in Auradon!”

Harry ripped away from his father's grasp-hearing Uma and his crew’s gasps of surprise as Harry shook his head wildly. “What?! hell no!” Harry snapped, crossing his arms stubbornly, anger overpowering his fear for a moment. “I ain't going ta’ no boarding school with-pathetic spoiled princes and snooty pink princesses!? What would tha’ point be? Learn how ta sip tea?” Harry huffed, tensing as his father used his hook to grab his collar-bringing him closer to James’ face.

“The wand. Boy.” James hissed, his eyes flashing red. “the wand. With it you-will free me, us. And then-we retake neverland-then-we claim the world and all its riches-That. Is the point. Understand?”

Harry just nodded, then he frowned-turning back towards Uma-was it just going to be him and Gil? what about Uma? “what about Um-“ Harry nearly asked if his oldest friend was coming along, but was quickly silenced with his chin being grabbed. Harry swallowed harshly-losing his voice as he stared into his father's eyes.

“You get the wand, you not only free me and your sisters-but your little sea witch friend as well. Is that not good enough?” Harry nodded, squeaking a little as he spoke. “Yes sir,” Harry rubbed his jaw as it was realized-his father walking back towards his ship as Gil finally arrived at the station.

“Pack your things, boys, you leave for Auradon in two hours.” Gil and Harry’s jaw dropped, staring wide-eyed at their fathers as they walked away as if they hadn’t just dropped the biggest life-changing news in their lives. “what?!” Harry yelped, feeling Uma’s hands on his arm as his father gave no further information, instead just turning and glaring at him.

“Boy!” Harry pressed his lips together, sharing a look with Uma before slowly following after his father, his head dropping between his shoulders as Gil went to follow Gaston to their house.

At least his father hadn’t come to tell Harry to get to ‘work’, he’d take randomly going to Auradon over ‘working’ any day.

“So you’re both leaving without me, eh?” Uma asked quietly as she sat on Harry’s bed-watching as he packed his things-he was going to only pack maybe a week's worth of clothes-but James told him to practically move out-as they wouldn’t be coming back to the isle after Harry got the wand.

“Not forever, we’ll be back fer ye.” Harry said with a smile, one only reserved for his best friend. “I promise Uma, I would never leave ye behind-as soon as I get tha’ wand, I’ll get ye and me sisters off-with our own ship-and we’ll rule the seas-like we planned.” Harry reached out, taking Uma’s clenched hand, smiling down at her as she looked up at him from behind her lashes.

She smiled, standing and hugging him, a moment just between them-friends since they could remember. They stayed like that for a moment, before they heard James stomping around on the deck-yelling at his crew. They pulled apart, holding each other's stare before Uma took out a gold bracelet made of hardened seashells she had collected from the isle shores. “here, something for you two, for good luck.” Uma mumbled; Harry held out his left hand to let her slip it on.

“I have one for Gil as well,” She handed him the 2nd bracelet for him to give to Gil, showing off her matching set that sat on her right wrist. Harry had to hide his smile, knowing Uma would get flustered if she knew how much he loved them, she always did when he complimented her crafts. Such as her pirate hat-or any of her outfits.

“Boy! Hurry it up!” Harry and Uma jumped at the sound of James' voice, and Harry hurried to pack up the rest of his things-throwing on his red leather jacket and grabbing his hook-zipping up his bags and making his way out of his room-Harriet, his older sister, taking his duffle bag from him. “I can carry it myself,” Harry muttered, but let her carry it. Then he, Uma, Harriet-and their little sister-Cj, all followed his dad off the jolly roger and towards the center of the isle.

“uuuh da?” Harry asked, his brows furrowing as Bargain castle, the home of Maleficent herself, came closer as they walked. “Why are we goin’ ta Bargain castle?” his father didn’t bother to glance at him-only clicking his tongue. “I suppose I forgot to mention it-it’s not just you and Gaston’s boy going to Auradon-Maleficent’s spawn and her crew will be going as well.”

Harry stopped in his tracks, a look and feeling of disgust and anger bubbling up. “oh fuck no,” Harry cursed, shaking his head and pointing at the castle, Uma sharing his same look of disgust at the thought of Mal. “I’m not going anywhere-or working with tha’ dragon bitch or her goons-not in a million years!”

His father sighed, one that meant danger, and turned-curling his lip as he spoke “I didn’t say you had to work with her-nor get along. The six of you are simply all going to the same place-I wouldn’t expect you to work with anyone but Gaston’s boy anyway-why let that brat get all the credit? This is a job for pirates after all.” With that-his father continued into the castle, passing up the lower floor clothing shop and ascending the stairs-Harriet, CJ, and Uma were forced to stay below as Maleficent’s knuckleheads stopped them.

“Guess we’ll see ye before ya go off,” Harriet muttered, handing him his back and patting his shoulder. “Don’t blow this, got it?” Harry nodded, pushing CJ away as she faked a sob and tried to hug him, cackling as he pushed her away. “Stop tryin’ ta steal me shit.” Harry grumbled as CJ continued to try to grab his wallet.

“But I must have something to remember you by!” CJ cried dramatically, reaching for his new gold shell bracelet now. “how else will I get by while you’re gone?!” Harry just rolled his eyes, pushing her off him for the last time.

“you’ll live ye lil shit-n stop talkin’ like da’, ye sound like a nut.” With that, Harry made his way into the castle-Gil and Gaston right behind him. Harry slipped Gil his bracelet-showing off his own when Gil looked a bit confused at it. “From Uma, just wait ta’ put it on after we leave-so yer dad doesn’t blow his shit.” Harry muttered, knowing how Gaston felt about jewelry-even if it was painted with gold. Gil nodded, pocketing his new bracelet in his thigh bag and setting his two large bags at the door as the two teens and Gaston entered the main room.

Mal looked absolutely thrilled to see them, turning to her mother with seething eyes. “what are they-” she pointed at them, almost baring her teeth at them as Harry glared back, his hooked hand twitching with the want to pin her to the Jolly Rodger. “-doing here!? you said-“

“I said you for and two others Malsy, now put your listening ears on my nasty girl.” Maleficent tapped Mal’s nose-causing Mal to screech and continue to complain about Harry and Gil. Harry snatched a vile of black nail polish while the two dark fairies bitched at each other.

Harry and Gil were forced to stand with Mal and her ‘friends’ as Maleficent finally silenced Mal’s screeching and sat down on her ‘throne’, filing her nails as she went through the details of her evil plot for the six teens. “You will go, you will find the fairy godmother, and you will bring me back her magic wand!” she blew her nails, winking at her daughter with a nasty smirk. “easy peasy!”

“what's in it for us?” Mal asked, and Harry was actually surprised to hear that-us? As in more than just Mal? That was surprising. Mal never cared about anybody other than herself. “Matching thrones? Hers-and-hers crowns?” Maleficent cooed-assuming Mal meant her in Mal’s ‘us’ talk. “I think she means us?” Carlos said, gesturing between him and Mal, and Mal nodded-gesturing between the four of them, completely ignoring Harry and Gil.

Maleficent just tossed her nail fire and beckoned Mal closer-who obeyed like always. Harry rolled his eyes, inviting Gil to sit at the back of the room near the balcony, plopping down on the ratty old black couch stained with purple and green.

As Maleficent chattered off to her daughter, Harry and Gil practically zoned out, not caring for what was going around them at the moment-well, Harry zoned out, Gil was bouncing his legs and looking everywhere he could-remembering everything to the last detail.

“And with that wand and my scepter-I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!” Maleficent exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air in a dramatic gesture. EQ quickly shot down Maleficent’s solo act with a sneer and quick words. “Our will.” Cruella pointed at EQ, nodding as Jafar looked up at those words-giving Maleficent a look of disappointment for the fae already forgetting their deal.

“Our will, our will,” Maleficent waved the notion off-snapping to regain Mal’s attention. Harry went back to ignoring them, letting his head fall back and his eyes close-knowing Gil would nudge him if anything happened.

The villains all started to chatter away, EQ giving Evie a small lesson on princes and mirrors(no smiling, wrinkles!), Cruella forbidding Carlos from leaving, giving the pup hope that his mom would actually miss him for loving reasons(she just needed someone to scrape her feet-gross), and Jafar needing Jay to stay to stock his shop’s shelves(half of which Harry stole from only to sell back, but that was Jafar’s whole business).

Harry peeked as Jay started to take the loot he had scored that day, ending with a bronze lap that Jafar dropped everything for and started to rub-only for Jay to mutter that he already tried. The lamp now boring, Jafar scoffed and threw the object back at Jay, which nearly hit him in the face if he hadn't leaned back to catch it.

“Well, Evie’s not going anywhere till we get rid of this unibrow,” EQ muttered, taking a pair of tweezers and plucking the offending hair from Evie’s forehead-to which Harry wasn’t even sure there was a hair there-Evie’s brows were practically perfect.

“what is wrong with you all?! people used to cower at the mention of our names!!!” Maleficent screeched, taking Mal and throwing her from the stairs to the table, Mal slammed her hands on the surface to regain her balance as she stared wide-eyed at Carlos, who shared her expression as the grown villains all stared at Maleficent.

Hook and Gaston looked offended, as they hadn’t been against Maleficent’s plan nor had they plans to keep their boys here. “For twenty years, I have searched for a way off this island-for twenty years, they have robbed us from our revenge!” she turned to EQ, and began to list off the revenge the villains’ felt they deserved. “Revenge on snow white and her horrible little men.” EQ just grimaced as Evie plucked a hair, looking a bit offended for her mother as Maleficent continued on.

“Revenge on Aladdin and his bloated Genie!” Jafar puffed up, going to attack Maleficent with his spoon in anger as she spoke of his worst enemies-only for Jay to stop him. “Revenge on those sneaky dalmatians-who escaped your clutches!” Cruella cackled, shaking her head as she pet the stuffed dalmatian puppy that sat on her shoulder-Carlos hiding behind her to protect himself from Maleficent.

“Oh but they didn’t get the baby~ but-but they didn’t get the baby!“ she laughed manically-causing Maleficent to back away in concern as Cruella continued to cackle about her stuffed toy. Maleficent turned to Gaston- “Revenge on Beast and his belle.” Gil shivered at the look of darkness on his father's face-knowing what he intended to do if he got revenge-and it wasn’t pretty for Belle. “Revenge on Pan and his lost boys!”

Hook’s eyes turned red and Harry shuffled towards Gil, glancing away as he crossed his arms. He hated when that happened-it always hurt when his father's eyes went red-he had the scars to prove it. “and I! Maleficent! The evilest of them all~” Maleficent purred, sitting on EQ’s lap and stealing her mirror, admiring herself in it. “will finally get revenge, on sleeping beauty…and her relentless little prince.” Maleficent hissed, turning back to the villains.

“Villains!” they all snapped to attention, Jafar swallowing the food he had been making in the small kitchen of Maleficent’s flat. “yes?” Maleficent smiled, one that made all the teens shiver-they hated that smile-even Mal. “Our day has come~ EQ?” the old queen hummed, taking the small mirror as Maleficent handed it back to her, looking towards Evie as she got off EQ’s lap “give her the magic mirror.”

Evie was handed a handheld mirror-cracked at the edges and missing some pieces. Evie looked disappointed. “This is your magic mirror?” Evie asked, admiring herself in the broken glass. EQ just hummed, nodding. “Well, it ain't what it used to be, then again- neither are we?” EQ joked, laughing with Maleficent. “But it will help you find things,” Evie’s eyes lit up and she interrupted her mother in her excitement. “Like a prince~!” EQ chuckled, glancing up at Maleficent “Like my waist line-“ she joked, laughing still as Maleficent groaned and rolled her eyes-wanting to get to the point already. “like the magic wand-hello?”

EQ pursed her lips and nodded, agreeing they had gotten off track. “My spell book, my book-I need my-that book” Maleficent turned as EQ snapped her fingers and pointed back at the fridge-which Maleficent deemed her ‘safe’. Harry blinked, watching as the mistress of all evil struggled with a damn refrigerator. Mal just looked embarrassed, her ears turning pink as her friends and shrimpy’s boys saw her mother make a fool of herself.

“Queen help me! I can never figure this thing out!” as EQ helped Maleficent, Hook grabbed Harry’s shoulder and dragged him towards the balcony, giving the two some privacy. “da?” Harry asked quietly, unsure of what he wanted, his brow’s furrowing as his father handed him a large blank piece of paper that folded over itself multiple times. “A piece of paper?” Harry flipped it over, opening it and then turning it over twice more. “A blank piece of paper?”

James rolled his eyes, tapping his hook on the paper that looked and felt very old. “Not just any piece of paper, this map-like the mirror-is magical, I’ve only used it a handful of times myself-but as I say-any good pirate knows how to read and use a map.” Harry just stared at his dad, closing the blank paper and licking his lips. Was his dad having another episode?

“This?” Harry held up the re-folded map. “is a map?” James nodded, tapping the map again with his hook. “yes, magic. It doesn’t work here, but it will in Auradon. It’ll give you a detailed map of wherever you are, nicked it from some magic school in Scotland about forty years ago.” Harry slowly nodded, pocketing the map and grabbing his backpack as a horn sounded from outside. James grabbed his neck and Harry froze, his breath stopping with him as James muttered in his ear the password and lock to the map. Along with a threat.

“if you fail me, you will never see your sisters or sea witch again. Understand?” Harry nodded, swallowing down his fear. “Good. Go.” Harry bolted off, grabbing his bags as he and Gil raced down the stairs and back out into the main square-where a long black car was waiting for them.

Harry let out a whistle, handing his bag to the driver and bumping his sisters goodbye, squeezing Uma’s hand with a hidden smile before he and Gil slid into the car. “Tell me smee’s I’ll be back before they know it.” Harry called out to Harriet-who nodded, backing up as Evie and Carlos ran out-the pup jumping into the limo to avoid his mother who was screeching at him.

Carlos tumbled to the floor, hitting Harry’s legs and grunting as Gil lifted him into the seat next to him-Evie and Jay climbing in after Carlos. Jay and Harry glared at each other, making Evie and Gil sigh as the two thieves had a small stare-off. “Oh quit it,” Mal snapped as she slid into the limo, taking her spot at the end of the seats next to Evie. “Go flirt somewhere else-I do not have the stomach to watch you two make eyes.” Harry and Jay sputtered, Jay’s cheeks going red as Harry rolled his eyes, catching Uma’s gaze as she stared at him and Gil. Harry offered what he hoped was a comforting grin-jolting as the car began to move-leaving the isle-and Uma, behind.

Uma watched as her only friends drove off without her, her fingers playing with her golden bracelet as Harriet and CJ stood with her-the three staring as the limo disappeared from view.

“Please don’t forget about me,” Uma whispered, feeling a small pit of dread in her gut as the barrier flashed gold.

-end of p1-

Here it is~! P1 of the Rewrite revise! Again-just doing D1 since im happy with D2 and 3~!

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c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

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