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yan-lorkai · 27 days

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Hi Lorkai! I really like your work! I hope I'm not breaking any rules, but could I request something?

So, Malleus hatched from an egg, right? I was thinking about a dragon egg magically appearing in his bed while he sleeps. When he sees it, he knows it's his and his darling's baby. Like, the egg manifests because he loves his darling VERY MUCH.

What do you think he would do next? Would he tell his darling about their baby, or keep it a secret? Would he use the egg to baby-trap his darling?

If you're uncomfortable writing this request, feel free to ignore it! It's alright, I understand. Have a great day!"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Hiii darling (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ~, thanks for your gentle words. Wrote a little drabble and some hcs for you, hope you like it and have a good day /night too!

It was almost like a dream coming true, albeit a bit too early. Malleus was still courting his beloved, slowly expressing his interest through his gestures and words, but he loved his beloved so much that his feelings simply gave life to a whole new being. And as soon as he wakes up in the morning, his eyes water when he sees the egg, when he holds it and feels life pulsing inside. Malleus doesn't usually cry but he cries a waterfall while he holds his unborn child. He is just that happy.

His and his darling's child. Your child. He already imagine they would look. Would they look more like you or more like him? Would they smile so sweetly like you? Would they be sassy and funny like you? Gods, he already wished to meet them. Alas, dragon faes take a while to hatch.

Thunder rolls across the dark skies as a sea of feelings passes through him. And while he holds the egg against his chest, Malleus sets out to find you and tell you the news. He knows where you are, he can feel it and in a shower of green fireflies he appears in front of you. Eyes still shining with tears and a light blush over his face.

"Meet our child." He says softly. Softer than anything he's ever said, so happy that he hands you the egg to hold while he explains to you how dragon fae are conceived.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Now, how Malleus act depends on how you react to the news. He could be a doting boyfriend (and someday in the future a husband) to you and an amazing father for the child. If you are happy with the news, he's going to be delighted, already planning your marriage and life in his mind, discussing names for your child and the color palette for their room. Overall the next days he's spending each and every minute by your side.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though the moment the child is born, all of you are going home. A school is no place for a baby to grow up, if you still want to pursue your education then Malleus is going to hire the best professors to give you private lessons in the castle. And also to help you adapt to fae society if you are human.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But if you are to reject him or deny being the other parent, Malleus will not take this lightly. The child is yours, no amount of denying will work. You may just be scared but this is no excuse to sprout lies, a new life was born for his love for you and dragon fae needs love from both parents to exist, or so he says. He'll guilt trip into becoming the other parent and to stay with him. He didn't have his parents growing up and he was so so lonely, his child will have both parents present, even if he has to use his magic on you for you to cooperate.

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lorkai · 2 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I'm a little biased as always when it comes to those two but this was one of my best fics imo, look at their happy faces. They're so precious! I love them sm ipjwiojweoijg. There's probably some typos but I'm super busy with uni stuff + can't find the time now to proofread and this has been on my drafts for a while now, so I'm posting how it is. Tagging u bcs u asked, I hope u like this silly fic! @hanafubukki

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not necessarily a warning but there's some suggestiveness at the start.

"Today I'm going to steal Rook's hat!" Those were your exact words.

You said this at six o'clock in the morning, the sun still creeping across the sky to brighten everyone and everything another day, after having entered through the open window of Vil's room like a gremlin - how you did it he had no idea considering his room was on the top floor of Pomefiore.

And in that moment, when you gush about how smooth and soft Rook's hat felt to the touch, and how you would play with the feather and laugh at the surprised expression on Rook's face, Vil wanted nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.

You threw yourself into the vacant space next to Vil, swinging your legs happily as you asked for your beloved's help. Your little puppy eyes making his heart clench and twist inside his chest, like it always did when you used that same trick time and time again.

Breathe, exhale. He remembered. He couldn't give in to your whims again, he remembered well what happened last time.

You invited yourself even closer to him, ignoring your personal distance to cup his face in your hands, fingers massaging the silky skin as you looked up at him. "Please, Mein Lieber."

For a long second, Vil wondered how he could love two persons as chaotic as you and Rook. You two were practically the same and more times than you should you followed the hunter around, imitating his mannerisms and making him laugh like that because you think it was funny. You liked imitating him and Rook loved to have you around, taking you to people watch while you both stated your observations on each person.

This and Rook liked to teach you the hunter ways. So far, you haven't killed anyone with your bad bow skills.

"Du bist die Liebe meiines Lebeéns." You whispered against his ear, consonants and vowels completely exaggerated and some pronounced wrong. And he ignored you, rolling his eyes, accustomed to your antics by now.

One of the different things between you and Rook is that the Chasseur D'amour would use flattery and his good observation to get what he wanted, you instead always chose to irritate people (mainly Vil) with your terrible German speech. Was it your only weapon or was it just because Vil couldn't bear such torture?

He preferred not to know.

You then changed tactics, preferring to fill his face with slow kisses but always avoiding the place he wanted you to kiss him. His temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, every bit of skin your lips touched made him feel dizzy. Vil could mentally hear Rook's whines if he were there, ignored, Rook was always so needy for his and yours attention.

His rough, chipped lips slowly descending though the queen's neck while his hands free from his gloves gently navigated Vil's sides and hips. He trembled in your arms.

"That's enough!" Vil looked at you, panting. He held you before you could kiss his eyebrows too. "I'll help you, but you better come here right now and kiss me. On the lips, darling."

You didn't need to hear it twice. The kiss began softly, a needy dance of emotions. But he wanted more, needed more until he was truly satisfied with it. You had woken him up too early, had disturbed him and irritated him. He needed this to restore his good mood.

He needed you like you needed him.

Time seemed to slow down as you met again for a kiss, and another, and another, and hundreds of others, leaving only a sweet freshness behind. That was how he described all the kisses he shared with you, all of them precious.

Vil felt you smiling through the kiss, he could feel the aura of victory and presumption that exuded from you. He bit your bottom lip hard to keep your attention on him, making you whine.

"However, the execution of this plan of yours will depend entirely on you, Liebling. I don't need to remind you that Rook is a great observer and will instantly know you’re up to something if you act differently.”

You nodded as if you were confident that your other lover wouldn't be able to notice anything. Or at least, that he didn't realize it until it was too late.

Later, after you had kissed Vil until he was beaming and satisfied, and his lips were softly swollen, you found yourself sitting on a high branch of a tree, hidden from view and engulfed by green leaves. Waiting for the right moment, watching your target.

You forced your eyes to follow every movement of your vulnerable prey, the one who was sitting a few meters away from you, resting in his usual spot and polishing his bow.

As promised, Vil was talking to Rook about a subject you didn't know what it was. His expression carried the usual serious air but it was accompanied by a calm smile. Rook had that effect on him. And in you too, as if he always knew what you needed to hear to smile, to laugh and to cry.

Yuu notices the way Rook tilts his head to better hear what Vil is saying and how Vil laughs at Rook's jokes. A few seconds go by, you very slowly starts to climb down from your hiding spot, at this point you didn't even need to think anymore, your hands knew where to hold and how to search. It was like second nature.

Finally on the ground again, you do your best to mingle with the tall trees and huge bushes. You can still make out Rook and Vil's figures, the hunter stood up, showing Vil his bow and arrows, and he demonstrated the correct way to hold it.

It occurred to you that maybe Vil was talking about some role he would need to play as an archer and you had to admit that captured Rook's attention perfectly. He was so excited while he explained this and that to his lover, you almost wished to forget your little plan and come closer to listen to him. When he goes on a rant, his beautiful green eyes lighten up while he explain and demonstrates, even more when he can answer some doubts.

'Focus, soldier', you thought to yourself.

The hunter handed his bow to the queen, placing his hands over Vil's and explaining how Vil should shoot to hit the target. And Vil did perfectly. As Vil gracefully executed the instructions, Rook's admiration was evident by his big smile.

As Vil's aim improved under Rook's guidance, you edged closer, careful not to disturb the serene moment. Careful to remember every little detail. You could feel the tension building within you, anticipation mingling with determination. As Vil hitted the target, Rook engulfed him in a warm and long hug, swaying side to side as if they were doing a little comemmoration dance.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, as Rook kept praising Vil, you were getting closer, silent, deadly, your hands strecthed to grab your prize. sensed the perfect opportunity to strike. Timing was crucial, very important for you mission, and you waited a little more, watching them.

His hat was so close now... The sun shone into it, making it looks so comfy. You almost wanted to rush, to grab and run but you waited just a little more.

Vil handed back the bow, still smiling. You could tell it was genuine, he was proud of himself to be able to hit the target even if he wouldn't use this knowledge anywhere. More than this, as he put a stray hair behind his ear, Rook stood on his tiptoes to give his queen a kiss as reward.

And was then that you emerged from your hiding place, your presence initially unnoticed amidst the rustling leaves. Before either could react, you grabbed his hat and ran as if your life depended on it. It was so much beautiful, so soft and comfy, you putted on your head, the last thing you saw was Rook's shocked but proud eyes staring at you.

You had accomplished your mission, feeling very proud of yourself. But now it was time to proceed with the next phase of your plan; run away from Rook.

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hanafubukki · 4 months

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Hanaaaaaa ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Imagine Lilia reading to baby!Silver and Malleus, making faces and funny, high-pitched voices for each of the characters in the story. I cant-- this is so cute 😭😭

Hello Lorkai 🌺🌻💞

This is adorable! I can see Baby Malleus finding the faces and sounds Lilia makes weird but enjoyable, especially since his baby brother loves it so much.

Summary: Lilia reads Baby Malleus and Silver a story.

Papa was doing those weird faces and voices again. It was rather strange when he would do this, but Malleus enjoyed these moments the most.

Papa would gather him in his arms, bring blankets, a book, and some snacks to enjoy by the fire.

Cuddling Papa and hearing the comforting inflection in his voice always lulled Malleus into the sweetest sleep.

Now that Silver joined their family, it was better than ever.

Cuddling next to his baby brother in the arms of their father brought a sense of serenity and pleasure to Malleus.

Silver would laugh along when Papa would make those funny faces and join with his high pitched squeals.

Silver would clap his hands and wave when Papa used his magic to bring figures alive from the pages of the book.

Malleus enjoyed these sounds of laughter and warmth, to the point that soft purrs would be released.

He loved most of all, when Silver would pull him close into a hug. When Papa would pull up the blankets around them, his arms protecting them.

In this embrace, Malleus had everything he wished for: a brother and father he loves with his entire being.

In such content Malleus falls asleep daily, cradled in the arms of his loved ones.

They always make me so soft 🥹💚💞

Hope you enjoyed this Lorkai ☺️🌻💚

Other fics of this AU can be found here: Once Upon a Dream AU: Masterlist (tumblr) and AO3

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queenothegeeks · 19 days

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Awkward creator reader drabbles

This is based off a previous post about the reader being an awkward creator.

(warning, this all based off of chaotic ideas me and a friend had while on call, and this is not beta read, so I apologize for any bad spelling or grammar)

Imagine, just, having tea with Zhongli, and he's just talking about wine or something boring idk, and he notices that you look a little zoned out, like, eyes glazed over, mind clearly elsewhere. While he’s worrying about The Creator not liking him or whatever, you are just trying to figure out how to process being in another world, with all these people that you know everything about, but at the same time, don’t know anything at all.

When you notice him looking at you weird and not talking anymore, you worry that you may have missed something important. So you just blurt out the first thing that came to mind, to fill the silence.

“It's kinda funny that you're working under Hu Tao. She’s like, a billion years younger than you. Also, you should cool it on the adventuring, you might throw your back out gramps.”

And then, realizing what you said, you just grab your now lukewarm (yes, he was talking for that long) cup of tea (or whatever else you want if you don’t drink tea) and take a long sip, trying to hide your red face.

(Bonus, you choked on your tea)

Imagine going to Fontaine, and just gawking at the scenery there. Imagine, in order to find out about where in the timeline you are (and because you want to see some of your favorite characters) you decide to go to the opera house, and see if there's a trial going on, where you can ask Furina or Neuvillette about the wellbeing of Fontaine. Instead, you find a flier for Lyney and Lynette's magic show at a nearby theater. Deciding to go, you pay the ticket master, who looks in slight shock as the creator buys back row seats like a normal person (you were too scared to ask for a better seat while paying, so you just asked for the cheapest one)

Sitting down, you wait nervously for the show to start, all being completely ignorant of the panic and rumors backstage.

“The creators here! At our show!?”

“Calm down, it's fine, we don’t even know if it’s true.”

And, just to stir the pot, a tall lady sits next to you. You feel like you should know her from somewhere, she just seems so… familiar.

Realizing you had been staring for quite a while, you turn your head back to the stage, waiting for the show to start. About midway through the show, you realize who it is you are sitting next to.

The knave, fourth of the Fatui harbingers.

At the end of the performance, you shift in your seat, suddenly wayyyyyy more self-conscious than you were at the beginning of the show. Wanting to say everything and nothing at the same time, you decide it's best to shut your mouth for the time being. It’s probably not even her, why worry-

“Excuse my rudeness, would you happen to be the creator?”

She knew you were of course, hence why she chose to sit next to you, instead of the front row seat that was reserved for her, as it always was at one of her children's performances.

“I.. am… but you can call me y/n! I don’t really like fancy titles or anything! Would you be the Knave? Or do you prefer Arlecchino? ack-wait , sorry. I’ll shut up now, let's start fresh, what do you think of the show?”

You half say-half shout, flailing your hands around, and then shrinking in your seat, trying to become as small as possible. Arlecchino chuckles.

“I think it was a lovely performance, as they always are. My children are very talented, you know.”

“Y-yeah! They're really great! I have to go! Great meeting you miss-Arlecchino-Knave-ma’am”

You say as you bolt out of the room, the embarrassment and social awkwardness you naturally possess driving your feet.

(Bouns, you tripped over your own feet and wanted the floor to swallow you whole)

@lorkai

#genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #sagau #arlechinno genshin #zhongli #sagau brainrot #the brainrot is real

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yan-lorkai · 3 months

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Hello, I just found your blog and I saw that you didn't have anything written yet, could you write a Yandere Alucard x reader?, where Alucard knows that his love is not like a normal one, but he still wants to love and care for the reader in his own way? I don't know if you could understand me, English is not my language.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: English isn't my first language either, darling, but don't worry. You're pretty good and I can understand you just fine! Normally when the requester doesn't specify what format they want, I write headcanons. But for this one I went with a drabble, hope you like it! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: yandere content, non consensual cuddling, implied kidnapping.

Alucard is not one for meaningless sentimentality, if he ever was when he was still human. He doesn't know, can't remember anything before turning into the monster he is today, shrouded by shadows and blood, by vicious bloodlust and thrill of the chase. One thing he remembers though it's love.

Ephemeral, fragile love that humans spend almost all their lives trying to get. Eternal, unconditional love that can swept anyone from their own feet. He's not going to admit it but love was something unknown to him.

Alucard has watched love blossom and change through the ages. Even if he can't remember now, he probably was loved by his parents, his mother probably engulfed him in her arms to protect him from harm, to make him feel safe and loved. Even now he watched and listened and observed love in its pure form, soft and happy, and all around him. He knows enough to know that his love it's tainted and impure just like him. It's all consuming, it's cruel, but he is a cruel monster ready to take and never be satisfied.

He can torn vampires to bits, can disconnect heads from their bodies and bathe in the blood of each of his enemies. Battles against ghouls became orchestrated displays of his commitment, each confrontation a macabre testament of his devotion to you. If only you could see it like this but you were always wary around him, scowling uncomfortably at his bloodied state and dismissing his gifts. Though he suppose eyes and bones don't make good gifts.

His slender fingers continue to tap rhythmically on the arm of the chair. The sound echoing loudly though the palpable silence that plagued your room. You are such a fragile little human, he could crush you so easily beneath his fingers. Could strangle and hear your whimpers and groans, could see the life leave your eyes just like he's seen it in so many other people. But he choose not to.

Instead, he should bring you a heart or a brain. Maybe even the entire corpse. Would that scare you too much though? He doesn't think so.

You're entertaining to watch and you make him feel things he thought he would never feel. For now, he's happy with this, he's happy watching you snuggling against your pillows, wrapped in the soft covers that hid you from the world.

Alucard's red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could send shivers down your spine if you were awake. His love for you was unlike anything mortal — a dark and possessive force that lingered between obsession and protection. You, a mere human, were unaware of the affection that he had for you. Not for long though.

Deciding not to deny himself any further, Alucard moved. Without making a sound he plopped himself into your bed and pulled you into his arms, where you belong. He doesn't care if you wake up, far from this judging by the sly little smile that grows on his lips. Your head found its place in his chest, your warm breath almost tickling his neck.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't need it but for a moment he closes his eyes. The blood pulsating on your veins being like a lullaby to him.

He always watched you from the shadows, his crimson gaze a constant companion, but his patience it's at its limit. You either doesn't notice his love for you or you are ignoring it, but he had enough of watching from afar and playing around, he gave you a choice. It was unspoken but you still had a chance for you to come forward and reciprocate his feelings before he take things on his own hands.

His love is not good for you, he know. And he knows he's going to ruin you but he doesn't care. What's matter it's that he has you, like a bunny snared in his trap and soon you be forever bound by his side. Not even his master could help you.

#yandere hellsing ultimate #yandere hellsing #yandere alucard #yandere alucard x reader #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard x reader #hellsing ultimate #hellsing alucard #tw yandere #lorkai drabble

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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Imagine yandere Lucifer punishing his darling but instead of spells or line writing he goes for the silent treatment or just leaving them in a dark and enclosed space so and now there darling is getting flashbacks on how they were punished as a child and is begging him not to leave them

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, guilt tripping, child abuse, panic attack + comfort for the said panic attack, toxic relationship, probly some typos (❁´◡`❁)

You can still hear them, your parents screaming, their voices reverberating off the walls until everything goes silent. It is common for fights of this type to occur now; your father tries to protect you from your mother's extreme punishments, but he can never convince her to tell him where the basement keys are hidden.

Your father, blessed be his heart. He's was not good at defusing tension, throwing insults and punching things, and using a tone of voice so angry that it makes you shake and hold back crying.

Your childhood was like this, silent, ignored and sad, you often observed the world from behind the door lock. You could hear very faintly the news on television, you heard songs that your mother sang in an arithmic and out of tune tone, she gossiping with her friends, and above all you imagined a different life. A different world, with someone who loved you, with someone who protected you.

Things got even worse after your father's death, but you never told Lucifer these details. It wasn't a pleasant conversation to have, even though you trusted him a lot and you knew he would calmly comfort you and ease your fears, there was still distrust and pain present in your heart. You used to imagine a pink, pretty and glamorous love, and really Lucifer was all of that. But he had an additional danger lurking in the darkness of his heart, in his sharp-toothed smile and in his hands with huge claws that encircled your waist.

He was a demon and like all demons, the Morningstar loved possessively, a love so suffocating that it stole your entire essence. But you didn't care, you didn't know better and you let him take whatever he wanted from you without thinking twice. Lucifer was an extremely sweet and soft boyfriend most of the time, but he also was incredibly methodical.

Stopping to think now you don't know if he ever really loved you or the idea of you. The idea of a human lover who was strong and survived the seven lords of hell, the idea of a lover who was kind and funny and so fragile he could rip you in half with a single punch. Maybe that was why Lucifer loved having you on his lap so much, resting his face on your neck while he worked, he needed something weak to feel strong.

Just like your mother needed you to blackmail your father. The strong overcoming the weak, hunter and prey. And once again there was nowhere for you to run or anyone to help you.

The problem with ideas is that they are fragile, they break easily. Today instead of you coming to spend your time with Lucifer like you always did, you preferred to spend time with Simeon and Luke. They were your friends, it was only natural. But apparently it wasn't something that pleased Lucifer, he didn't like it one bit and he let you know this with the severe expression attached on his face.

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself," ruby eyes staring into yours as if he withheld all the truth in the world and you were the most lying human he had ever seen. As if you were a flower that he needed to cleanse of the weeds that corrupted you. "Apologize if you will."

There was something different about him as soon as you found him. The soft sound of piano coming from his record player as the open windows let the air in and the dark atmosphere sink into your bones, a shiver went down your spine just like it did when you witnessed Lucifer punishing one of his brothers.

A bitter taste spreading in your mouth as you watched him cross his arms and smile. But it wasn't the same smile he gave you as soon as you got a good grade on your test or right after you two woke up. That smile was one of fascination every time he whipped Mammon or killed a demon, dark, sly smile that made a knot curl in your throat and tears of fear come to your eyes. A dark smile.

You remembered your father's voice. You remembered the slaps you received from your mother and your little world in the basement. You trembled, not knowing how to respond or act, only being able to count how many times Lucifer sighed or the number of times his feet made contact with the floor. The silence stretched until it seemed obscene. And the Morning Star had reached the end of his patience, disappointed in your silence and angry at being your second choice.

He crossed his office with slow steps, his expression now more neutral, Lucifer held your face between his hands tightly, his nails bruising your skin. You waited for anything, screams, attacks, except Lucifer touching his forehead to yours and looking into your eyes as if you were a dumb little thing. There was tenderness and there was fear, and there was a little of everything, your heart beating confusedly inside your chest as you drown on your own feelings.

"My sweet, naive summer child, you don't know what you did, do you?" He uses that condescending tone that almost makes you roll your eyes, but you don't, realizing that you're already in trouble and you don't want to irritate him even more. "Lovers are always each other's first priority, MC. Ever."

Your eyes widened as Lucifer freed your face from his hands and turned onto his back. "Wasn't I good enough for you, Mc? Have I not cared for and loved you always, as a good lover would? So why am I not your first priority like you are mine?"

Oh. You had hurt him. Oh my, you had hurt him.

You denied, pulling his arm so he turned to face you again. "No, no, I love you very much, Luci, I don't have eyes for anyone but you and I'm sorry if I made you doubt my feelings."

But he remained standing with his back to you, thinking, Lucifer was unpredictable when he was hurt, he was angry in his actions and vengeful in his words, and when he was quiet like this you always felt a little apprehensive. He walked away without saying anything in return, back to his paperwork, as if you weren't even there.

Was he ignoring you? You decided to move closer to him, guilt pounding in your chest as you sat down in the chair he always kept next to his. The same chair you left empty today while you were having fun with the angels, not thinking about how lonely he must be feeling being alone all day.

Were you really so wrong about spending time with your friends? Several minutes passed in silence, broken only by the sound of a pen dragging over paper and your breathing. It was so uncomfortable, the silence, you turned to see the closed expression that had closed on Morningstar's beautiful face, eyebrows twisted, lips set, he wasn't happy at all.

"Lucifer, can we talk?" You asked.

Lucifer, however, remained silent, not giving in to your words. He hummed his favorite song as he read and signed documents, smoothing his bangs as they fell in his eyes. In other times he would be reading to you out loud as you had confided in him that you loved listening to him speak, you would pull your chair closer and lay your head on his shoulder. You hated the silence.

In the silence you remembered the days spent in the basement, the sleepless nights and the shadows that crept from the walls to you, close to touching you before disappearing. And then the cycle repeated itself, your parents screamed, you listened the news and the gossips, night came and the shadows return, tauting you, mocking you.

You looked down, feeling the depth of the wound you had caused. The silence persisted, heavy, as you remained distant from each other, trapped in a moment of disagreement and hurt. The tightness in your heart became unbearable, suddenly you were back in your small basement room, the light fading, the cold crackling over your skin.

You looked down, your feet chained to the walls again while roachs and rats runned past you. And Lucifer... Lucifer had abandoned you because you ruined everything. Your body tightened, you took one, two breaths until you realized that the oxygen was not able to reach your lungs.

'He hates you.' An annoying voice screamed in your mind, making you flinch on your seat. 'He's going to break with you. He's going to leave you alone again.'

'If even your parents couldn't love, why he should?"

'Undeserving and ungrateful, good for nothing human.'

Too much noise. Too much silence. Too much everything. Invisible hands started to climb up your body, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

Everything is crashing down on your already overwhelmed mind. You were stumbling in the darkness, without a light in sight, no end in the horizon. No switch to flick the light on, no Bringer of light in sight. Trapped forever here, alone. You clutched onto your chest with weak fingers. Your lungs were rising and falling at a far rapid pace, one you couldn’t gain control of. Everything was burning. What was this?

A panic attack? A heart attack?

A pair of hands found their place on your shoulders, nails digging straight into your skin, burning, scratching. You felt lightheaded, a thin line of sweat bathing starting to run down your neck as you tried to breath. Your eyes were open but you saw only darkness in front of you, you could breath only darkess, for it was only you and darkness that existed right here and right now.

The only good thing on your life was your relationship and you destroyed it so easily, so mindlessly.

There, in the darkness you could see your mom's face wearing a twisted smile. You struggled against your shackles backing away from her at every step she took on your direction, red painted nails trying to reach you, trying to harm you again as she always did.

“Breathe in, darling.” Lucifer’s voice cut through the panic, voice sounding too angelic for a demon like him. “Look at me, darling, I'II help you.”

You still looked at her, smile on her lips, eyes wild with angry. You whimpered, trying to put some more distance between you two.

She disapperead as soon as Lucifer placed your hand on his chest, freeing you from her mirage. “Slowly breath in!” You followed your lover's instructions, breathing through the nose at the same time as him. If anyone could save you from the darkness and the pain now, it was him. “And out- keeping going, darling, just like that.”

There was urgency in his voice you realized. But why? Why would he care when he hated you? The voices on your head had lied to you? But he also had leaved you alone - though you did the same to him just earlier, it's true.

“Breath in-” Light. It was you how would describe him, black as coal hair being lightned by a broken halo. He held onto you so softly, wiping the thick tears that you haven't even realized that were falling. You could see that he was confuse, scared even, since not even Mammon behaved like this after or during a punishment. "Everything's ok?"

The cat seemed to have caught your tongue, your head lolling forward as your entire body collapsed into his chest. Tired, that's how you felt, tired of the pain, tired of the darkness and having to remember that person.

That person who should love and protect you. That person that made your life a living hell just because she could, because it was fun, the same person whose house you would return after the exchange program.

Sobs erupted from your chest, trembling again in Lucifer's arms but from a different reason now. From exhaustion, from fear. Your arms circling his torso with enought stregth to knock him up if he was a puny and weak human. But he was not. He was not, if he was cruel like her then he would be laughing now, he would bellitle you.

He was not cruel. And he couldn't know that ignoring you would trigger such reaction. It was all your fault.

You looked at him, brows furrowed, apprehension on his eyes as he hold you, hands rubbing your sides and back. Lucifer was nothing like her, would never be like her even in a million years.

"I'm sorry." You whispered unable to formulate a better apologize. "Don't hate me, please."

Please, don't leave me. Please don't take the light away. Just please stay, you wanted to scream, want to let him know what happened. But couldn't, eyes blurry with fresh new tears, lips trembling, and Lucifer held you gently. He knew you couldn't talk right now, could see in your eyes that you were unable right now with panic and fear swimming in them - any and all reasons for your sudden outburst forgotten while he comforted you so gently.

The awful silence was replaced by your lover's loud little kisses that he peppered your face with. "It's ok, love, I've got you."

IBut you were right, he was nothing like your mother. In fact, he was worse and he recorded this entire event on his mind, replaying it, trying to find a reason why you reacted that way.

With time he could use this to shape you, could train you to never leave him, to never look at anyone else, to not even thinking any dumb throughts. He smiled, bringing you much closer than before, there on the floor, for you have fallen without realizing, hugging him, you felt safe again, felt loved, if only you realized that his love was toxic and suffocating... But it's too late now.

#yandere obey me #obey me #yandere lucifer #yandere lucifer x mc #yandere lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #lorkai drabble

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Btw while I'm fighting for my life, y'all can have some Ruggie. He is very cute but he bites so be careful! 🐈

Yandere! Bf! Ruggie boyfriend who is the epitome of clingy. That when he lays his head on your lap or chest, everything in the world seems good and right in those moments, and he purrs loudly to show how happy you make him. Nothing else exists, just you and him, two hearts beating in tune without a single concern.

Yandere! Bf! Ruggie who has always worked hard, but tries ten times harder now that he has you. You are the most precious thing in the world to him, one of the reasons he gets up every day, the air he breathes, the light that illuminates his life and much more. He wants to be able to provide a good life for you, his grandmother and the children.

Yandere! Bf! Ruggie who loves it when you offer him headpats and play with his ears before you go to sleep or when you wake up. The taste of domesticity leaves him wagging his tail from side to side like a cub, but he doesn't care because you think it's funny and shower him with kisses.

Yandere!Bf!Ruggie who always wants to know why you're silent all day, sitting next to you all the time without getting angry because you're acting different than usual. He can never be mad at you, though he can make jokes and tell stories and talk about his day while you organize your thoughts and feelings enough to express what had happened.

Yandere!Bf!Ruggie who efficiently eliminates anyone or anything that is bothering you because he wants to see you happy. Because if it's for you, he doesn't mind getting blood on his hands.

#yandere ruggie #yandere ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #ruggie x yuu #ruggie x reader #ruggie x mc #soft yandere #lorkai drabble

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: A little something to celebrate Lilia's birthday. Enjoy! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, non-consensual kissing, fae powers???, it's implied that reader is a bit taller than him.

"What do you say about a dance, beastie?" Lilia's voice is full of a teasing, excited tone. But you blame the liquor he's been drinking all afternoon for that and the rosy tint to his cheeks.

Normally you wouldn't agree to dance with him. Not because you didn't want to, but because you really shouldn't, even though you and he are good friends and you are celebrating his birthday today. Dancing with faes is dangerous, vicious as the saying goes. Something a human should never do or they would be at the mercy of the fae indefinitely, forever if the fae wants. You know all this. And yet...

Lilia, with his penetrating gaze and subtle smile, extends his hand, inviting you to the dance floor. His foot tapping patiently on the floor as the seconds pass and you don't make your decision.

"You know I can't." You mumble a little shyly, taking the drink from his hands to stop him from getting even more drunk, placing a hand on his forehead to see that he was hot.

But that only makes Lilia throw himself into your arms, smile growing on his lips as he leaves kisses on your neck, slowly moving up to your cheeks. You pushed him away, embarrassed, but Lilia seemed to see this coming and circled your torso with his arms, swaying from side to side merrily as if only existed you and he right here and right now.

"I won't insist, of course... But I'll be so sad if you don't want to dance that I'll cry. Waah." Lilia wipes fake tears from his eyes, the smell of alcohol coming so strong that it makes you pull away a little.

You rub circles on his back, your eyes searching the crowd for Silver to ask for help. But you don't even find Silver, Sebek or Malleus at the party, and the other students are spread out everywhere, some playing truth or dare, some dancing and some drinking. You look at Lilia, your sweet Lilia who can barely stand because he's so drunk, but who still manages to keep a hold on your waist as you two sways.

"Just one dance and then you go to bed." You answer him after thinking for a few seconds. "But I'll lead."

Lilia excitedly jumped in your arms, laughing. He held your hand enthusiastically, your fingers intertwining gently as he looked at you with his characteristic mischief. You brought your other hand to his waist, pulling him closer, fearing that he would fall at any second. So worried were you that you barely noticed his gaze.

Don't dance with fae, you remember the legends, dancing with them is like selling your will. You never get it back.

Part of you doesn't believe it. Another part is worried that you are making a mistake. But you're sure that if something goes wrong someone will interrupt this dance... Right?

You had no idea what you were doing. Even with you leading him across the dance floor, one foot in front of the other, a twist and a tilt, you still glide gracefully, in tune with the surrounding music, his small body pressed against yours. He looked happy, his eyes closing as a smile creeps across his face. You felt yourself smiling as well, a warm feeling running though your body.

Under the lights Lilia looked even smaller and cuter, almost prompting you to bite and kiss those squeezable cheeks of his. You held yourself back from doing it, focusing on being responsible for the night.

"Aw beastie, you never told me you could dance so well." He smiled, seeming to be amused by your worried look.

You laughed. "And I don't know, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just imitating what I saw in movies."

He let out a sound of approval, for someone who was almost falling over just a few seconds ago Lilia was dancing well, following your steps and humming along with the music. There was still a kind of slowness in his clumsy movements that was gradually replaced by mastery and a desire to impress you. Lilia was an excellent dancer, although he would deny it if anyone praised his in that regard.

The song came to an end faster than he wanted, making him whine as he looked at you with those pious eyes of his. He wanted another dance, wanted more of your body heat and your smile, he wanted more.

You didn't seem to know the effect you had on others, Lilia could see that a lot of your friends wanted to ask you for a dance. You didn't even seem to know that dances were convenient because all your focus was on your partner, your steps synchronized, your minds united, but there was more. When you dance with someone you have all their time and that was what Lilia had now, even if you didn't want to give it.

"Let's go again?" He asked you, smiling, another song already starting. But he didn't wait for an answer.

He held you tighter, forcing your body to keep moving before you could protest. This time however he laid your head in the crook of his neck, but what worried you was the fact that you couldn't speak, or move your body as you wanted. No, your body responded to his every touch and desire, following his steps, letting yourself be spun from one side of the dance hall to the other while everyone watched the two of you.

Or so it seemed. You weren't sure, it was like you were stuck in an episode of sleep paralysis, trying but never being able to move. Everything very slowly blurring together till you could only focus on him.

Lilia smiled. He wondered what kind of expression would be present on your face if he wasn't using his powers right now? What kinds of things would you be saying? He almost wanted to free you from his charms, but one look at your friends made him keep his grip.

At the end of this dance Lilia kissed you. It was simple and innocent, or it would have been if you were two lovers - which you weren't. No, you were in a strange stage between friendship and the beginning of a relationship, but you had never done or said anything, and you were still conscious enough to feel and see everything that happened. You could feel the thousands of little kisses he left on your lips before entering your mouth with his tongue, you could feel his hands going towards your head and tangling his fingers in your hair.

You felt everything until darkness took over your consciousness. And somewhere, you hoped it was all just a bad dream. You trusted that Lilia would ask for your consent and not force you into anything, that one in front of you was not your Lilia. He couldn't be...

But unfortunately for you he was.

You should listen to the sayings more and stay away from the dangerous faes. They just take and take and are never satisfied. Now you know this.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia #yandere lilia vanrouge #lilia x mc #lilia x reader #lilia x yuu #yandere lilia x mc #yandere lilia x yuu #yandere lilia x reader #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x mc #lorkai drabble

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lorkai · 9 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Apparently I wrote this at like three in the morning, but I have no recollection of it lmao. Enjoy???

Lucifer would never admit it but he absolutely loves your cuddles, especially when he's working late - and you could always use the same threat to make him come to bed, saying you won't cuddle him to sleep and even for him that's a cruel punishment. The thought of your warm arms wrapping around his torso, pulling him closer as he rests his weary face on your neck and breathes in your scent, is simply divine. It's irresistible. And demons cannot resist the irresistible.

Lucifer melts in your cuddles whether he's the big spoon or the little one, he doesn't care about anything but being close to you other than the peaceful feeling of his heart beating in time with yours. He feels at peace with you, like no problem is real or difficult enough that he can't solve it, like he's still an angel learning to fly - it's hard to explain, but it's so good it almost brings tears to his eyes when he lies awake with you on top of him, arms and legs tangled together, wondering what he did to you to deserve you.

The best nights of his life are with you. He tends to mumble and whisper in his sleep, but he doesn't have nightmares anymore, not when his presence is like a light source and saves him from it. And he feels dizzy whenever he wakes up in your presence, whenever he feels your warm body in his bed, Lucifer loves you so much and he feels melting like jelly, loved and small and appreciated.

He feels like he's been hit by cupid's arrow - that's how much he loves you. And he wouldn't trade that for anything.

#obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #om shall we date #omswd lucifer #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer avatar of pride #soft lucifer #lucifer fluff #obey me lucifer #lorkai drabble

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lorkai · 2 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Honestly I forgot today it's valentine's day, but thankfully I found time to write a little something both cute and funny - well I think it's funny. Anyway, happy valentine's day for y'all, I'm giving each one of you a little kiss on the cheek! (Tagging you bcs I think you'll enjoy this @hanafubukki)

"Are you sure about that?" Silver grabs your arm before you can walk through the door and meet his father, his normally warm and comfortable palms were now cold with anxiety. It was so strange to see him so agitated like this, when you were used to seeing him with a calm and content expression.

You smile, trying to control your own nervousness, trying not to show how you felt. Lilia would be able to sense your nervousness like a hungry shark before even a "how are you?" could escape your lips. Maybe even with his eyes closed and blindfolded, he could see you shaking. The old general might be your good friend, but he could scare one whenever he wanted.

Wanting not to think about it now, you force another smile onto your face as soon as the old one falters and take Silver's hands between yours affectionately, joining your head to his, your eyes connected. There was nothing to fear, not when you knew what the results of your action were, the metal between Silver's fingers left you bubbling with happiness. His "yes" echoing again and again in your mind, echoing, shouting, whispering, existing in all forms.

"Everything's going to be okay," You whispered to him before giving him one last kiss, feeling your heart beat like it was one of the first exchanged. You moved away and with that the heat too. "I'll leave with a positive answer. Trust me."

And with that you ventured into unknown lands.

Lilia was in his natural habitat, pink apron wrapped around his waist as he watched the strange mixture he called food bubble inside the pot. As soon as the door closed he looked over his shoulder and smiled at you in greeting, returning to paying attention to whatever he was cooking.

Abort mission? You thought, swallowing hard. the smell of the death reaching you, but you took a deep breath. No, I can't give up. it's now or never!

"Uh... Lilia?" You mentally slapped yourself as your voice weakened, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you tried to calm down. Was this how everyone felt? Heavens, what torture! "I want to ask you something."

A sigh left your lips as a small hand rested on your chin and forced your face to meet his, vibrant red eyes looking at you curiously. As you predicted, he already knew something was going on and seemed to find the situation funny. "Fufufu~, what scared you, Yuu?"

You, you scare me! You mentally shouted, pressing your lips into a straight line before smiling.

"I want to ask for your blessing to marry Silver." You let it all out in a single breath, afraid of even breathing wrong. Your eyes closing on impulse.

Lilia mumbled something incoherent, released you and walked away. He looked so shocked that for a second he just stared at you without saying anything while a thousand thoughts ran through his mind.

He's going to say no, he's going to tell me to never go near Silver again.

Far from it, Lilia burst into contagious laughter, wiping away small tears that ran from his eyes. For several minutes all you heard was the sound of something bubbling inside the pot and Lilia laughing, his face so red it looked like a pepper. Finally he seemed to calm down, using the kitchen counter to steady himself. He took a deep breath, once, twice before looking at you again.

"So that's how they feel... I expected anything but that, honestly, oh wow." Lilia took another deep breath, back to his normal self. "Marriage is a big step to take, are you ready for it?"

You nodded, a sweet smile growing on your face. "I am prepared now as I will be in the years to come to make your son the happiest man in the world and being able to call him my husband would make me very happy too."

Lilia seemed to think for a second, but you knew, you could feel the positive response coming any moment now. He turned around and turned off the stove, letting his food cool, then returned his attention to you more carefully, arms crossed over his chest.

"Does Silver want this?”

As if ready to answer the question, Silver opened the door, awkwardly looking at his father.

"Yes, I want."

Lilia laughed softly, opening his arms and waiting for his son to cross the entire space that separated them and come hug him, just as he did so readily when he was still a child. And Silver did, he might even be bigger than his father now but the effect was still the same, all the comfort, all the love, was there.

"Yuu, you too!" Lilia commanded, extending another arm towards you. Surprised, you joined the hug, melting almost immediately in the middle of the two, a rollercoaster of emotions running through your chest.

"Ah, children, you grow up so fast, I almost feel old!" Silver let out a laugh as his father massaged his scalp, his hand found yours and he squeezed it lightly. "You have my blessing to get married, I can almost see the ceremony and it is beautiful."

He broke away, small tears forming in his eyes as he looked at you and Silver. A smile made its way across his face.

"Promise to make my son happy, promise to love him as he deserves?" He asked.

You promptly responded. "Of course I promise and I will never break that promise, I swear on my life."

"Good indeed, otherwise... Fufu~" Lilia laughed. This time in a tone that sent shivers down your spine and Silver sent a pleading look to his father, the fae rolled his eyes. "Young people these days don't understand my jokes, oh well. By the way I'm glad you're here, the food is ready and hot and we can talk more with our bellies full!"

And there was the omen of death, you could see his black cloak and the scythe in his hand clearly. Death was coming. Silver pulled you close. "Sorry dad, but we have to go ring shopping." He lied for both of your sakes, waving as he started walking.

"Silver, I can clearly see a ring on your finger and Yuu's finger." Lilia argued against it.

And with that, Silver pulled you up and started running. Adrenaline filled your body as you followed him, it was a matter of life or death now.

But at least you had gotten Lilia's blessing.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver x mc #silver x reader #silver x yuu #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #lorkai drabble

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lorkai · 2 years

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What makes him melt

Diavolo has to be the smartest and strongest demon, he has to be the example, number 1. He is the next king after all. And yet you can make him melt with your words of encouragement and company, you can make his heart beat faster when you ask him out or text him during class breaks to talk about what you're thinking that moment. All of this is something he never had growing up, but coming from you means the world to him. He wants more than anything to create the future he craves so that demons, angels and humans can coexist so he can propose to you and be with you forever. But for now, he's extremely happy to hold your hand and kiss you. And he knows that in the near future he will be able to see his dream come true through the twinkling of your eyes.

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Barbatos melts every time you specifically praise him or show your appreciation for him. He's just not used to people fawning over him - even though Diavolo loves to express his feelings for his faithful butler, he prefers to take care of people and their desires, but with you he feels he can relax, that he can be himself and he's glad to have someone he can call to talk about his hobbies and stuff. And if you look closely you'll be able to see the pink in his cheeks as he hurries to pour you another cup of tea and serves you more sweets, but his gestures are erratic and shy. These gestures he made when he was still a butler learning what and how to do to serve his master. Don't be surprised if he drags you into a cuddle session with the cutest, most vulnerable smile you've ever seen.

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Lucifer is proud, but he absolutely melts every time you hug and kiss him or let him rest his heavy head on your neck, knowing how much he loves the smell of your shampoo and the perfume you wear. The tension built up in his shoulders is gone and he has that silly, innocent smile on his lips, as if he can finally have some peace. As if he could touch and feel the sky with his fingers. It's beautiful and it makes you feel a familiar warmth in your chest, the same warmth as when he holds your hand against his or when you hear his deep, husky voice just after waking up. It's just perfect.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #lorkai drabble #fluff #fluffy #sfw #gn mc #gn reader #obey me fantastic three

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lorkai · 8 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: @lemonandlime22 First of all, I'm sending you good vibes and hugs! I wish you a very happy birthday even through its tomorrow hehe⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾. Now, I know you like Riddle so I wrote a little something for him (initially I had write with Jamil, good thing I asked you abt your fav character) and I hope you like it hehe. As I said before it's kinda cheesy really but I quite liked the result. For reference this is how I pictured Riddle's hair. Guys, everyone go wish them a very happy birthday!!!

"I don't see how that can be considered a gift." Riddle grumbled, softly, quietly, despite his words, the melting expression on his face tells you everything you need to know as you continue combing and styling his beautiful red hair. "We could have a small unbirthday party. We could play croquet and feed the hedgehogs and flamingos or even go to the beach."

But you ignore him, noting the slight flush in his cheeks and the way he shivers whenever you playfully scratch the base of his neck. His disapproving look is funny enough that you almost burst out laughing, but manage to control yourself at the last second. From your point of view, Riddle looks a lot like a kitten, skittish, but very cute and you know he doesn't know it and wouldn't believe it if someone said so.

After all, he has a serious image to maintain.

"It's my birthday," You smile. The hairstyle you've been doing for the last few minutes almost done. "So I can choose my gift, sweetie. And I choose a quiet day where I can rest from our usual chaos and have you by my side, maybe we could play some board games and drink ice tea. I haven't decided yet, but we have time. It's still morning."

Riddle's hair was as soft as silk, your fingers swimming through the perfect locks as you finish the little braids. Through the mirror, you could see the light expression on his face, eyes closed, a smile on his lips, despite dissuading you about not wanting a party, Riddle looked as peaceful as you did at that moment.

The light coming in through the window somehow made him almost ethereal. You pulled back, looking at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, you had managed to bring out the beauty that emanated from him, he was still the same iron-fisted leader the other students feared but there was something else there. A hidden beauty that maybe only you would be able to notice. You smiled again, when he was present it was impossible not to smile.

"Open your eyes," You encouraged him. The fruit of your labor cheering you up beyond belief. He was so cute you had to control yourself not to hug him tight until he exploded like he was a balloon. "look at the perfection I created!"

There was a second of silence, Riddle's eyes focused on the image in front of him. He moved his head from side to side, finally he smiled. Just as you'd imagine, Riddle felt refreshed and confident. That moment of care and attention meant more than words could express, Riddle took your hand in his, kissing your palm.

"It's like a work of art." He said, getting up from the chair he'd been sitting in and turning to face you. There was a lot in that look; affection, care, but mostly love, you had taught him that rules weren't always important, you had taught him patience and kindness. And he still had a long way to go to improve and be a good boyfriend and friend, but as long as you were there for him, things would work out.

"You are a work of art." He murmured, face slowly approaching yours to place a light kiss on your lips. Smooth as a bird's wings, yet fast enough to leave you wanting more. You smiled at the compliment.

His hands held your face and, contrary to the embarrassment and blush that always dominated him, Riddle covered your face with kisses. And the contact made you laugh with joy, returning the small kisses with eagerness.

In that moment it was just you and your boyfriend, and your hearts beating in sync. And you knew that whatever way you spent that day you didn't care if you just had him by your side the whole time. A special day should be spent with a special person.

#twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #riddle x reader #riddle x mc #riddle x yuu #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x mc #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x yuu #lorkai drabble #mutuals

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lorkai · 1 year

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*･゜ﾟ Yuu loves to being squeezed by him

A/N: I was just searching for an excuse to write for Jade and since y'all liked Floyd's drabble about this, I thought it would be interesting to write for him too. Also I wrote this while I was sick with the flu and just wanted to hug my fish boi ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆

Naturally squeezing is something people associate with Floyd. But despite his collected looks and polite words, Jade isn't all that different from his brother. No one would guess, but you can see the subtle gleam that passes through his eyes every time he inflicts punishment on a student who is causing trouble in the monster lounge or on some poor soul who is trying to get away from Azul and his contracts. You can see how his hands shake and he smiles, restrained, sadistic wanting to squeeze, wanting to tear apart.

But Jade isn't as perfect as one might think. When someone pisses him off a little too much, he's not averse to squeeze the person, hard, stiff and uncomfortable, just like Floyd and his poor victims who are left in pain for days on end. So when you tell him your observations and ask him to squeeze you, to hold you in his big arms and affectionately squeeze you, this eel here has a suspicious smile on his lips, as if he suspects that one day you would ask for something like that. Like he wants you to ask that.

But he agrees to your request and absolutely cradles you in his protective arms, his hands working wonders on your tense shoulders as he drops several kisses over your cheek. The contact is long, warm and comfortable just as you thought it was - but of course with you it would be different, after all you were more important to him, something fragile that he needs to protect. And again and again, Leech gets addicted to the feeling of having you reach out for his hugs, the odd desire to be squashed every now and then, but he loves it and never denies you one. He wouldn't deny you because he loves it too and he loves the sounds you make when he surprises you.

Except only Jade can do that, if Floyd tries the same he will get lectured by his brother. This is his privilege and he will not give it up.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst disney #twst #twst jade #jade leech #ramshackle prefect #twst ramshackle prefect #jade x mc #jade x yuu #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #lorkai drabble

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lorkai · 11 months

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･゜ﾟ A/N: The ending was kind of rushed but that idea hadn't left my head since Nightbringer came out so I had to write it. All the turmoil, all the fear Mc felt being sent back in time, waking up and knowing that no one remembers them but they remember everyone??? Lots of potential for angst 🥹☕

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, this can be read as platonic or romantic

You are no longer their friend, you are no longer their lover. And worst of all, you are no longer a family member to them, everything you went through with them, all the shared stories that were the reasons for your tears and smiles, none of that has a meaning now. Because to them you are just a stranger, just the attendant who is there to help them.

Nothing more and nothing less.

And it hurts. It hurts when Lucifer kicks you out of his office because you aren't close enough for him to hear you or when you're not greeted by an enthusiastic Mammon who's about to drag you off on some silly adventure, it hurts when Levi doesn't chatter about anime he's seen and how he craves your company. It hurts when Satan doesn't look at you like he used to, with love and care, soft. It hurts even more when Asmo kicks you out of his room instead of inviting you in and telling stories from the Celestial Realm time while the two of you skin care each other, or the way Beel doesn't hug you the way he used to, and even the naps with Belphie and the constellation talk aren't what they used to be.

Tears flow freely down your eyes without you noticing. Nothing is like before and you are mourning people who are still alive, people who are by your side almost every day. Small sobs leave your throat, but you control yourself well enough for the sound not to echo through the kitchen.

You have to endure this, you have to be strong. But you can't, not now.

The pact marks on your body were transparent, still and cold, so different from the warmth and good feeling they had on your skin. And the thought that you and the brothers were once really a family seems so far away now, almost like a dream.

"Mc..." A soft voice sounds from behind you, as wistful as you feel.

He knows, of course he knows the pain that consumes you every day and you don't expect him to come to you to comfort you, you turn and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can. You need to know that this is real, that he is real.

And Solomon holds you gently, holds you when you scream and cry against his chest, he holds you as you spill the words that were stuck in your throat. No words he could utter would be good enough to assuage the pain that resides in your heart, nor could he understand the pain of losing such important people. He himself said that he was alone for a long time.

But you forget one thing.

"I'm here for you, Mc." Solomon reminds you, voice soft as he rubs circles on your back with one hand and wipes your tear with the other hand. There's a kind of urgency in his eyes as if he doesn't know if this will offer the comfort you need, but it does.

The warmth and soft scent of him are reminders that all of this is happening, but at least someone is there for you. He is there for you, Solomon is there by your side every morning, to protect you, to stand by you and to help you, especially help you to bear this giant weight that the world has thrown on your shoulders again.

"I am here." He whispered between the conjecture of your neck and shoulder, blowing raspberries against your skin to hear you chuckle softly. "Share your burdens with me more often, Mc. We can take this together, two pairs of hands are stronger than one."

You nodded, tired. All this turmoil of feelings made you want to lie down on the kitchen floor and sleep there in the fetal position, just like you and Belphie once did. And the memory made you laugh, especially when Lucifer failed to wake you up and decided it was best to just cover for you.

"Thanks, Solly." You hugged him again and buried your face in his chest, a mere contact was enough to relieve the pressure you had carried with you for an entire week and you looked at him with sparkling eyes as if he was the most precious thing to you. "Thank you for coming after me and for being by my side."

He flicked your forehead, barely suppressing the laughter in his expression. "All for my dearest apprentice. Now come on, Simeon has made some delicious cakes and I want to eat them with you."

Solomon dragged you out of your room and into the living room and there, he didn't give you a second to worry or overthink things. And you thanked him for it, for a moment you were almost back home and any moment everyone else would walk through that door. Except they wouldn't, but that was okay because you would find a way to get back home on your own.

And it was with that in mind that you went to sleep with a new determination rising in you.

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lorkai · 11 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Yay, happy birthday Luci! 🎉🎉🎂 The plan was such a fluff that it would overdose everyone but I'm addicted to nb these days so I couldn't let this chance pass hehe. I'm back in my Luci era, so look forward to seeing more of his content soon!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: angst, hurt / no comfort, gn!reader

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June 6th.

The date used to be special to you. It was your love's birthday, Lucifer and you always celebrated the date together. Normally the two of you would dance to some classical music and then you would hug afterwards, the glint in his eyes being so beautiful it took your breath away. But now you two couldn't celebrate together, you're in the past and he's in the future, and you are thousands of years apart.

Yet here he is, the past version of him is sitting to your right, and if you moved your hand a few inches his hand would touch yours. But the familiar warmth wouldn't rise to your skin and his eyes would carry that characteristic coldness, indifferent to you and your feelings.

"Attendant, why are you staring at me?" The sound of his voice brings you back from his thoughts. And only then do you realize that all the other brothers have already left the dining room and only you remain sitting in your chair, looking at him, wanting him to remember you, to kiss you. But he doesn't. And his posture becomes more stern, waiting for an answer from you.

"Um, sorry. I was just..." Thinking of you, you wanted to complete but held back at the last second. Thinking of your lips, your hugs and your words of comfort.

If it was your Lucifer there, would he notice your sadness? Your melancholy? Maybe he'd notice and hold you against his chest, his fingers combing through your hair.

But not this Lucifer. This Lucifer had a frown on his face as if he didn't believe it, but he didn't care enough to question you further. "Stop daydreaming and do your job, attendant."

And with that he is gone.

And your heart breaks a little.

And you swallow your tears again.

You just have to hold on a little longer, you'll soon be heading back to the future to see him again.

You take a deep breath and go about your business.

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lorkai · 1 year

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*･゜ﾟ A/N: I'm speedrunning to chapter 60 and jejsjs, there are interesting moments with Barb in past chapters that my brainrot just returned in full force lol. I wrote something similar with Mammon, so here's the link if you want to read it later. @lemonandlime22 hope u like, darling <3

Seeing Barbatos so relaxed could be considered a miracle. Ever since you met him he was always working somehow, wondering if he had done this or that, with an expression hard to see through. But during the months you spent as an exchange student visiting the castle, learning more about demons, you got to know him little by little.

He was sublime company, absolutely delightful company. You could list thousands of qualities for him, but you felt that words would be lacking and therefore, you allowed yourself to only observe him. Watching his gestures, watching his suppressed smiles or the tone of his voice tremble when presented with a new situation.

And because you loved watching him, you decided to play a harmless prank on him, one you've seen thousands of people do with their boyfriends while you were still in the human world. You couldn't wait to see the expression that would adorn Barbatos' face.

Barbatos was in the kitchen. His fingers smeared with flour and eggs as he prepared yet another delicious dish for dinner, concentrated as he was on his work the butler failed to notice that you had stopped working and were staring at him like a lovesick idiot. Staring at him with admiration in your eyes, because cooking was also an art form and the beautiful dishes he made were equal to Van Gogh's paintings.

A magnificent smell rose into the air and hit you hard. And you were grateful that your stomach hadn't grumbled or Barbatos would chuckle softly as usual and offer you something to eat, teasing you non-stop. No, no, you wanted to watch him just a little longer. The way he marinated the salad with vinegar, the way knife and meat met, and the glint in his intent eyes. And yet, you wanted to take that moment to put your little prank into practice.

You approached him with a bowl of cut vegetables and let him examine your cuts. You'd cut it exactly as he'd instructed, even though you didn't think it made that much of a difference. After all the vegetables would be eaten one way or another and leaning against the counter, you whispered to him. "Is this to your liking, husband?"

The butler murmured positively and returned to his work. But seconds later he stiffened and looked at you with an almost surprised look, not seeming to fully process what you'd said. "Mc, could I ask you to repeat what you just said?"

You shrugged and let your attention fall back to the dessert he was currently working on. "I asked if the cuts were to your liking, Barb."

Barbatos frowned and looked at you with narrowed eyes. His attention was now all on you and his dark eyes made butterflies dance in your stomach. "Unless my senses are deceiving me, I believe you called me husband. Do you wish to marry me, Mc?"

Not showing your embarrassment with the question asked, you smiled and held his face, caressing his soft skin. "Mhm, well, since you asked so nicely and i know you love me unconditionally, I'll marry you, sure, my darling hubby."

By heavens, you would be the death of him. His cheeks tinged with pink as he managed a smile that was reserved for you and he wiped his hand on his apron so that he could take yours affectionately.

"You don't know how it eases my heart to let me know that." He placed a soft kiss on your temple, bringing their foreheads together and looking deep into your eyes. He was still smiling and it made you smile too. "Spouse, I like the sound. And one day it won't be just a sound, for I will surely make you my spouse and give you the most beautiful wedding, darling."

Now it was you who had the embarrassed expression. Barbatos was many things, including a master of making you hopeful and anxious about a future by his side. And little by little the face of the two of you was getting closer until they found each other and joined in a kiss that left you breathless.

"I love you hubby."

Barbatos laughed. "And I love you, my spouse."

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