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houseofceline · 6 months

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My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Steal My Girl

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

Summary: Theo's friends get to meet you for the first time.

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Perfect.

You clapped your hands in satisfaction after taking a little study break to organize all your fabrics by color. The plan was originally to go to the dining hall to grab a quick snack, but your messy little studio set up in your dorm easily distracted you on the way out and made you change your plans.

Your fingers flipped through the pages of your design sketchbook. A small smile formed on your face as you traced your sketches.

Fashion.

The only thing that you felt competent in. You didn’t have to try to make things look good. It was the only thing that came natural to you. You could plan an entire outfit for any occasion faster than you could even list the ingredients in a simple potion. You weren’t going to become a doctor like both of your parents, but you thought it’d be better to do something you’re good at rather than forcing yourself to study materials that you’ll never be able to understand. No matter how many times they tried to persuade, or threaten, you to change career paths, you never strayed far from your dreams. The dreams that kept you happy when you were scolded for wanting to stay home and draw instead of going with your father to work.

At least you will never have the chance to mess up a surgery. That would be worse than the invention of jeggings.

The door swung open and your roommate walked in. You furrow your eyebrows upon her presence, wondering why she would be back so early from her date with Cedric.

“How’d your date go?” You closed your design book and walked towards your bed before flopping onto it.

So comfy.

Cho sighed before rolling her eyes, “stupid last minute quidditch practice.”

You giggled as your stomach growled. Maybe you should’ve gotten a snack before you decided to clean.

“Dining hall?” Cho offered her arm out.

You jumped up from your bed and happily skipped over to her and took her arm.

“I’m famished,” You exclaimed in desperate need of having anything in your stomach after the oatmeal bowl for breakfast.

“Me too, Cedric had promised me pastries from a bakery in Hogsmeade before I got canceled on,” Cho grumbled as the two of you walked in a pair towards the hall.

Pastries. Croissants. Ugh you missed home. France has the best pastries. Now you were craving a chocolate croissant. Not that croissants are the only pastry in France.

“Next ti- ow,” you rubbed your head after the harsh impact, stumbling a bit.

“Watch where you’re going next time mate,” another boy came up and landed a harsh slap on his back.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The boy in front of you questioned frantically while trying to hide the fact that he was searching your head for any bruises. Theo might kill him if he made a bruise on his “pretty girl”.

“I‘m okay,” you waved your hands in front of your face, kind of nervous that people were starting to look.

“Hello y/n,” The other boy came up and offered his hand out.

You were confused on how he knew your name despite the fact that you didn’t know his, but still shook his hand.

The boy chuckled at your confused looking expression. He could understand why Theo had called you pretty instead of his usual “she’s hot”s that the group would receive when talking about girls.

“I’m Mattheo, Riddle,” he winked, “Nott’s friend. And this is Lorenzo.”

You made an ‘ohh’ face in recognition but you remained surprised at the fact that you were even linked to him.

Cho nudged your side. You looked over to her and was met with a raised eyebrow. You were as equally as confused as her. You and Theodore had only interacted once and it was during that one potions class, the day Cho had to skip due to sickness. You had no idea why his friends knew about you or were even talking to you.

But nonetheless you offered a warm smile towards the two boys, “nice to meet you.”

“Nice to finally meet you too,” Lorenzo returned the gesture. You liked him, he seemed nice.

Cho cleared her throat while clutching her stomach. You had forgotten what the two of you had even come to the hall for.

“Well, enjoy your meal!” You waved them goodbye as Cho dragged you to the Ravenclaw filled tables and out of their sights.

“Who are you losers bothering,” Theo scowled and smacked the two boys on the back.

“We were just getting acquainted with our best mate’s girlfriend,” Mattheo teased as Theo raised his arm pretending to hit him, making Mattheo duck.

“Girlfriend? Please, you and I both know I don’t do none of that,” Theo rolled his eyes and the trio walked over to their table.

“Lucky her, you’re not exactly boyfriend material yourself,” Enzo replied as they took their seats grabbing their lunches before quidditch practice. The first game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was coming up, they needed all the fuel they could get before Malfoy made them run what felt like 100 laps during practice.

“What are you talking about? I'm the epitome of it,” Theo replied confidently as he took a bite of his sandwich. Sandwich was a bit dry, Italians do it better.

“Right, someone bring Hannah over for questioning,” Mattheo laughed as Theo glared at him.

“We never dated, I don’t owe her anything.”

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“IT’S SO COLD!” You let out a high pitched scream as a huge gust of wind blew right into your face. You had a sweater that you knitted yourself on, paired with a skirt and black tights along with a designer scarf you had searched the whole country for. It was late October, but you hadn’t expected the weather to drop this low. Maybe you should’ve worn your winter coat or opted for a bigger scarf. Or maybe you shouldn’t have come at all. That was the original plan until Cho had managed to convince you to attend. You didn’t really understand quidditch. The whole game seemed complicated to you, plus the whole flying really high and the possibilities of students getting hurt didn’t sit well with your stomach. But you came regardless and it seemed to make Cho very happy.

“I KNOW BUT WE HAVE SUCH GOOD SEATS!” Cho screamed over the loud clapping and cheering that signaled that the game was about to start. Loud screaming, another thing you weren’t a huge fan of.

“HERE!” Cho screamed as she took her earmuffs off and placed them on your head.

“YOU MIGHT NEED THEM MORE THAN I DO!” She yelled before turning her attention back to the game.

One by one players in either red or green began to fly out. Everyone you were cheering as if it was a competition to see which side would be the loudest.

“GO HARRY! YEAH!” You heard Cedric shout from the other side of Cho.

You didn’t know any Gryffindors that well but since you were in a crowd of people all supporting that team, you didn’t want to stand out so you decided to clap along.

You recognized a few Slytherin players, the faces of the two boys who you had bumped into a few days earlier were spotted flying on broomsticks. You secretly clapped for them as well.

The mixture of red and green made your heart happy. Christmas. Your favorite holiday. Only two months to go! You couldn’t wait until you get to start putting together presents and drink peppermint mochas with your friends. It was all so exciting!

Focus on the game!

You scolded yourself. You look up and frown as you see players begin to grow aggressive. You frowned as a Gryffindor player tried to throw one of those flying balls at Lorenzo.

You knew it was part of the game but the fact that someone had almost harmed the nice boy made you want to reach for your wand.

“Yay go Enzo!” You cheered and clapped as you watched him dodge them with ease. A few Gryffindors side eyed you and gave you nasty stares but it was hard to pay them any mind with the distracting colors of ketchup and mustard wrapped around their necks.

Theo wanted to thank Berkshire, he really did. He wanted to thank him for providing him the strength to throw bludgers at Gryffindors. What was he doing stealing your attention like that? Last time he checked Berkshire was busy trying to ask out a Slytherin a year younger than them. He needs to leave you alone, you were his friend first. Maybe he should throw a bludger and knock Berkshire off his broom.

Would that be a Slytherin or Gryffindor point?

#theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #draco malfoy x reader #hogwarts oc #hogwarts au #harry potter #slytherin #ravenclaw #slytherin boys #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #hp fandom #hp fanfic

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astralnymphh · 1 month

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before the flora.

knight!ellie x princess!reader teaser. beginning is essentially just lore. bonus excerpt with ellie and princess interaction below the sketch. wrote the intro in january. no warnings tbh. illustration by @trackinglessons :P READ THIS . PALESTINE MASTERPOST

When the universe was born, there was only fire; a slowly waning blaze. And so hence when death begins to unfurl its low, groaning bloom— there will only be ice.

Yet the heavens and earth are nay alike, as death— and life, are interwoven by the timeless nuptial that is humans, and Mother Nature. Cordial and tepid heartbeats meet with her frigid and frightening marrow this season. Flakes are falling, a howl swells in the wind, and hearths stay an undying tongue of flame in the province of Istenad. Isle of riches and hedonism gone rampant amongst those who proved meritful of a conversation spat over gilded chalices. Or those who wiped a famished tongue stroke over the sole of His Majesty— The King's tan leather boots in entreat, declaring the hide a tenfold more gullet–watering than their stale, daily spare of bread. Where high life reins, low life is there to scrub their steeds.

The wintry pearlescent tundra fringing around uncharted woodlands hums your name— it carries by gale, an airy reed of vowels pulled through your ears.

Tut, tut, tut, the pecking of bark.

Everything seems to resound much heavier over the windows thick limestone sill. Woodwinds, the sough of pine boughs— a chorus wafted. Woodpeckers, they beat rigid timber with their sonnets of calling. The echoed tut starts to sound awfully kindred to a beckoning call of your name. And at daybreak, when the tangerine sun dips its head under the coast, you feel a magnetic lull to traverse your truest passions and slip away into the night, arctic chilled steel in hand. The quantity of hay sticking beneath your shoes collected by skittering across the night–doused thoroughfare was well enough to concern your maids on duty to dress you, brows fuddled at the streaming of straw near your door come morning.

Loop of your knuckles, bend of your wrist, a hand flexed on the hilt of a meticulously poached sword. A swing 'round your waist, a cold hale grip the air could taste, fighting off many mythic brutes of moonlight, however only conceived where dreams are airtight. The mind, it plays. The play it perceives, a viewing spread like tawny butter. Ghouls and ghastlies encircle a quaint pond, chanting away in cryptic grumbles and beastly bumbles, enraged with their slobber frothing at the fangs you tore from their sockets— deeper than artless, juxtaposed to the blinding ruby reds and dyed paper sunflowers of the theater. Your mind’s play felt real.

Unfortunate to your heart, dreams will stay dreams.

Nary a princess was meant to tune into melee, especially at your courting age. Nevertheless, your psyche has spurned from what a maiden is expected of and is completely in a haven of your own structure, your signature sanctuary.

In the farmsteads, a forthcoming soldier harvests not just crop— but dexterity. Derived and nurtured in the faraway prairie village of Dunwich, where the fertile seasons prove flaxen of corn and the trickling sweat of every farmhand turns to gold. Any newborn granted to this quaint village is fated to form calloused hands with labor written in their palm lines as time unfolds. In their— well, her— adolescent years, the yearning for practices of gallantry in knighthood swiveled her sights to the colossal stone castle way.. way far away. Sprouting beyond the earth line, far as the eye can see.

So, she learned, she trained, she slept, partaking in a ranged cycle taught by her ruthlessly departed father: Sir Joel. Reprisal became her nemesis; never able to rend the barrier of hesitation and cleanse her shut eyes of revolting imagery. The horseman of death was not omitting the trauma of this hazel-haired soldier. A weight so burdensome, her speckled skin remembers the tales of every scar clawed into it. Like how the lips of a bard cling to an everlasting ballad.

Every knight knew well to exile any lingering ties to the past. It's been years since he passed, she understands that. Though, the heart never lies, and certainly never covets forgetting.

Ambitions stemming from legions of knights in waiting have fallen short, submerging within the moat of the castle and sinking deep into the catacombs with no elegy sung. An allegory for dreams long since vanished. A domain so valued longs for those biding life with rigid bones, such as she. Tempered by the hardships, endured like metal meeting the blacksmith's chisel.

A vividness to her movements, flowing like a river. For it is water that soothes the most cosmic fires, carves veins into the earth's soil, descends from the heavens above and proves iron soluble. A knight so pinpoint and poised like a painter, yet so daring and baneful like a warrior of evenfall. An artisan of her craft, this knight-to-be is. Born to thrive in matters regarding protection of their kingdom and its nobility. By the sheer tenacity of her skill, she will excel. From the self–instructed lessons in a verdant pasture, basked by undying light in her hometown— to the ordained priming within the royal court.

They were forged to be dutiful.

You are a daughter of the illustrious King, Sagard, and swan–grace queen, Sagard— maiden name Adela, and sister of your highly revered and cherished kin, Prudence. Subsequent to her fabled rise, was your fall. A pratfall you plainly turned a serene ear from, for you foresaw its coming. Clandestine adventures and lollygagging in the marketplace earned you right in the clasp of consequences. You knew that, knowing it kept you on the balls of your toes before you'd be caught suiting into an act more repugnant— be it, no.. befogging yourself in a peasant boys' dire–in–muck rags, merely to play "boy" games as a young one?

Sacrilege!

Prudence was there, at every occasion, scolding with her youthful finger at the palace fore, sucking her fingertip wet of spit and dragging a stroke over your soot–strewn cheek, just before scuttling the halls in search of father, cawing, “Father, Father! My sisters become a boy again!” until it rang his fucking ears to a pulse. Hmph, father even countered his own remark of squawk, pouring through the walls, “Hah! The second son I wish I reared! Tell me, what peasants skin does she clad: butcher's boy, or of the farmer?”

Rebuking the role of royalty isn't your entire bastion of vengeance. You purely long for a world of your own color. Your self-brewn arcadia of art. In a concise phrase, desire for sovereignty. And your family chastised you curtly for every scant display of free will, short of the Queen, she is fair.

Daughter of the King, Princess of the thicket. You retain your fortunes. Modestly.

“Why don't you resemble your sister more?”

A ruby crested box designed by the best of goldsmiths is lodged at the margin of your beds footboard, safekeeping of your esteemed regalia. You possess a bedazzled amassing of circlets, veils, brocade and velvet tunics of long lengths within this box. But do any of them revel in the blessing of being worn on regal skin? Never. You opted for garbs of less gilding and jewels, so that you might taint it with whatever adventures mold under the ribbing of your foot. That shit offended your skin with its indelicacy of forgetting a human will don its fabric golds and woven jewels.

Even— court gatherings. You don the likeness of simplicity and temperate elegance. This morning's virginal aurora, a broach of light swoll from the windows arch, to the footing of your bed, made the wake of your eyes begin upon a lighting behind sheer skin. Your box of regalia shone in that incandescence momentarily. It danced, fleeter than you, irkingly so. You had to squint whilst flipping the clasps and hauling the heavy lid slanted against your bed, or else you may be heaven–blinded. “Every inch of Princess,” you intoned in quietude at the sight of glamored fabrics, “—whom I shant mirror.” and reached for the homelier fabrics, scratch of cobalt-blue linen delight brushing under your prints, you grasped your reserve tight.

“I was not made aware that there is a village wedding to be, dear sister— from what river does this dress of rags hail from?”

“It is not a brides dress, nor rags, leave me Prud—”

Prudence had blocked the shut of your chamber door with her hand flattened, pursuing, “You glum your gems. Rotting in that chest, tasting no light, no glory.”

You kept your lips thickly sown shut, casting dimly eyes to the ground.

“Shall I send for the steward so he may sell—”

“No need.”

“Hmm, most stubborn, are we? Then I—”

“I am least stubborn,” you wedged your fingers beneath her palm, prying the door loose, “—it is you, who strays your own counsel, unmoving as a mountain.” ending with the trudging shut of your door, ceasing in silence.

[++ bonus excerpt from act 2, scene 1]

“Uh–huh..” she draws out. Legato; a sarcastic reply, and wipes her tongue through the press of her lips together, “This far out? You must rebel quite often to have made a friend, I bet?” she tilts her head, a bit playful.

“You bet well— a lot, I assume?”

Cannily, she winks, “Indeed I do.” and aligns her face onward. Gesturing to her horse's rump a second— third? Eh, whatever time— she jerks her brow with a head cock back, “Hop on, I'll take you there.”

Both brows fall, and you flinch bemused, “Wh– uh,” as you hem and haw for words, grating a stutter, “But not a moment ago you spoke of the roads recent perils—”

“Surely it's not far?” she spoke presumptuously, “I mean, you've come this far, My Lady. Nobody would travel the woods past sunset, besides you it seems.” now a matter–of–fact vocal barricade that shoves itself into your ears and winds the cogs to think cleverly.

You shan't know my transgressions, sweet Knight. You may talk.

Trust is sparse as a puddle marched in.

“‘Tis but a mile out. Bravo on your convincing, Williams.” you wry and scoff.

“Can't fumble that name, huh?”

“I would not want to dishonor your knighthood.”

“You honor me with your coincidental presence, Princess.”

“Honor in your mind.”

"Hmph," her breathy chuckle, a sweetness you luckily caught with ears even numbed by the snowsquall. Do not blush. Do not smile. Fuck. Guess you'll be visiting Malina after all, the gale of a displeased sigh icing your lips over as you approach that dangling stirrup.

#౨ৎ. born of flora and fauna #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #lesbian #sapphic #ellie x reader #knight!ellie #knight!ellie x princess!reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams au #ellie williams concept

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hungoverhanzo · 4 months

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Been a hot second!! here, have something to eat, you must be famished!

a couple pages of sketches!

#hanzo shimada #overwatch hanzo #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanart #overwatch #ovw #ovw fanart #ovw rp #overwatch art #ramattra #dragons #my art <3 #digital art

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renn-4h · 10 months

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He's a while girl feast and I am famished (warm up sketch)

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara fanart #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel smut #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #spiderverse fanart

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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Hi! I'm sharing my dilemma here hoping you or your followers will have some insight. Years ago, I fell in love with two OCs of an artist (Miyuli, if anyone knows her). She posted some character sheets and sketches, shared some info (first names, some background, some ideas for a potential story), but as far as I know, these characters never had any canon content/comic/anything. I've been writing fics about them for seven years now (with the artist's permission even), and I intermittently shared these stories (and then deleted them for various reasons). Now I want to post to AO3 but I'm unsure how to tag the fandom. It's not an entirely original work but I feel like tagging the fandom as "Miyuli's body of work", "Miyuli's drawings", "Miyuli's characters" would look stupid and would make my fic hard to find (I'm honestly famished for feedback which is why I'm choosing to share this story and I really want people to find it). Do you have any advice on how to best tag the fandom? (Should I just tag it as Original Work and then give credit where I can?)

I wouldn't tag it only with 'Original Work'. Maybe OW plus a fandom tag for what it actually is? The standard format for a fandom of all of a creator's works is like this:

HEYER Georgette - Works

So probably:

Miyuli - Works

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sirenofthegreenbanks · 8 months

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tag someone you want to know better!

im late but thank u @fanghuas for tagging me

favourite colour: red! its been my favourite since childhood and ive been rediscovering it lately!

last song: teeth by 5 seconds of summer from that one wenzhou fmv

last movie: documentation about ww2

currently watching: the glory, lupin season 3, word of honor, riverdale (on thin ice!!!!!!), that multiple chapters documentation about ww2 from above

currently working on: ive started to code again!!!!! so yeah, doing that (mostly fanbinding) aaand the usual suspects (fanfic wips)

current obsession: current rise of nationalism & facism and its roots in the last century & earlier. also, cramming as many paperbooks into my maw of a stomach as i can until my e-reader is either fixed or replaced. also also!!!! i found a sketch channel on youtube by mere chance i am famished for sketches you understand!!! ive been criminally underfed with sketches!! there can never be enough sketches!!

chances are you'll have answered this already! feel free to skip it, tagging @cryptidafter @intertexts @mtkay13 @geneticcatalyst @jiaoliqiao @heavensblessing-official @specialability @orchisailsa and everyone who wants to participate

#tag game #the mutual tag

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vippik · 1 year

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I'm half awake, full asleep

Carrying no child in my womb

But a few friends in my head

And one hundred stories

And songs and alibis

On my tongue

Dancing quietly

Like the firing of neurons

In the infernal labyrinth

Of my brain

The weight of time

On my back

Is constantly

Crushing me against

The earth

No need to mention it

Again

On my way back home I am,

a constantly changing place, amorphous like aqua,

An Elysium

A utopia

A nightmare

A hope

A promise

Half kept

Half not sure

What has been done

Half unkempt

And fully chaotic

In part a prose

And the rest poetic

A plate of food for

My famished soul

Yet which eats me alive as well

A bittersweet feeling

A passive aggressive lover

Completely familiar

Yet strangely unpredictable

It's a time too

A time

Both good and bad

On my way back to that time lying ahead of me

As usual,

A dimension

That I could never fully sketch

With predictable details

Fuck determinism!!!

A new year as they say

A new beginning

A beginning

To yet another end

Whatever may it be

Whatever might it have been

I miss ya

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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5 Sides of Human

{Part eight}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

WC: ~2.8k

CW: swearing, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, sarcasm, hurt, implications of past abuse, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part seven <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> Part nine

Storm slowly opened her eyes, hearing Malice barking from somewhere near by. She glanced around her, trying to figure out where she was, and why she wasn’t in her normal bedroom in the HOL. She blinked twice; the light from the crackling fire warmed her cheeks in an amber glow, and the soft fur around her neck tickled her ears gently. She sat up, gathering the sight of her surroundings, finally processing that she had fallen asleep in Lucifer’s study.

Gripping the coat he had draped over her tightly, she turned to Lucifer’s desk, where he must have fallen asleep while completing paperwork. His head was rested on his bicep, his forearm curled over his head with a pen in hand. His soft breaths and gentle snores were enough for her to conclude he was out cold.

What was the last thing she remembered? She tried to think back before she had fallen asleep. Vaguely, she recalled the kind words offered to her and the tender kiss shared between the two of them. After he tried to move things further, she stopped him- instead cuddling next to each other while talking about things that had occurred while she was away.

Storm furrowed her brow in confusion and glanced back to Lucifer’s peaceful, sleeping form. Why did he say she was merely a distraction for his brothers earlier in the day and then kiss her as if she was soul-bound to him now? The uncertainty in his actions and words had her confused- and then her mind began to wander to more dark places.

Perhaps everyone really is right about him- maybe his is a sadist. After all, he had little contact with her while she was away- and after he told her she belonged to him after making their pact...no...How could someone treat her so kindly in other ways with such a nefarious ulterior motive? Well, there was her past boyfriend, who acted perfectly fine until she wore too low cut of a shirt...but he’s different, right? He changed after making multiple threats and two attempts on her life...right?

Storm swallowed as her mind replayed the purposefully stowed away memories of Lucifer’s actions over a year ago. As her thoughts spiraled further, she found herself desperate to leave his office- fearing to be anywhere near him with the uncertainty of his motives. She carefully folded his coat and silently left the room, not bothering to look back after she heard him stir.

“pspspsps.” Vivi called to the small, black kitten hiding in the bush in the courtyard, offering it leftover fish skin from her lunch in the cafeteria. “I won’t hurt you, c’mere.”

The kitten hesitated before approaching cautiously, sniffing the gift offered from the human. Vivi smiled as the cat eagerly nibbled on the treat, clearly famished. The kitten was new to the area- that much was clear. Through all of the days she spent outside sketching and visiting with the stray cats around RAD, this was one she had never seen before- nor had she noticed any of the cats pregnant in the area.

Vivi motioned for the cat to come closer, it’s hesitation mirroring her own toward human affection. They found their mind wandering toward their interaction with Storm the previous few days. The awkward confrontation of their decision to stay in Devildom, in tandem with voluntarily switching room assignments and defending them from Lucifer made them suspicious, wondering what ulterior motives she had for being so kind to them despite their cold demeanor. The only other individual who had given them any ounce of sympathy since coming to Devildom was Satan, and even those interactions had been set to minimum as she tried her best to avoid most people. Even before that though, the only people Vivi had bothered to get to know in her life in the human world who were kind to her always ended up stabbing her in the back in some way- even her own family.

Vivi extended a hand, gently scritching the kitten on the neck. It flinched at first, but then leaned into their touch, purring happily as it continued munching. She smiled as it warmed up to her, happy to find comfort in the presence of those without such complex motives. “Where did you come from, baby? Are you lost?”

“He showed up yesterday morning while I was on litter duty.”

Vivi whipped around, startling the kitten. He retreated, dragging the rest of the fish skin into the bush with him. Vivi scowled at the blonde demon in front of her, pissed off that he had not only walked up to her unannounced, but also that he had scared the small kitten away from their hand.

“Fuck off, Satan.” Vivi growled, turning her attention back to where the kitten had fled to.

Satan smiled, completely ignoring their demand for him to leave and sitting next to them in the grass. “You know you skipped Potions class today because you’ve been out here since lunch, right?”

Vivi sighed in anger, scooching several inches away. “Look, blondie. I didn’t need my parents around to tell me what to do, so I certainly don’t need to you to step in for them.”

Satan blinked back his surprise at the statement. “I wasn’t telling you what to do...I just think it’s easy to lose track of time out here with the cats.”

Vivi glanced at him from her peripherals. “Thanks for nothing. Now leave me alone.”

Satan shook his head. “You seem more irritable today than usual- and that says a lot given your general demeanor. “

“It’s none of your damn business.” Vivi growled, standing up from their place on the grass. They turned to leave, not wanting to be pinned down into a conversation about what had been on their mind- least of all with him.

“Wait.” Satan leaned back, grabbing Vivi’s hand. She snatched it away quickly, whipping around. They were ready to backhand him until seeing the concern painted all over his face. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But I want to help if I can.”

“I...” Vivi started, trying to find words to say. They turned their head away, not wanting to be vulnerable with the 4th oldest. “I don’t need your help.”

“I’m not saying you need it. But I want to offer it anyway.” Satan smiled sadly, patting the grass next to him. “Please, stay here a bit longer. I’ll take the fallout with Lucifer later.”

“Fine.” Vivi sighed, turning and slumping back onto the ground next to him.

They sat in silence for a moment, staring out into the dark wooded area beyond the school. After a few minutes, more of the cats who frequented the area appeared from the treeline, bounding happily toward the two for attention. A smile formed slowly on Vivi’s lips as her favorite cat crawled into her lap, purring lovingly as she stroked her long, luscious fur. Satan watched, absentmindedly petting two other cats as they circled around him.

“Vivi.” Satan murmured, glancing down at the cat who began rolling on the grass in between his legs. “I know you probably don’t care for or trust any of us, but I want to be closer to you if you’d let me.”

“Tch. Why?” Vivi gritted her teeth. “It’s not like I’m kind or generous or gentle- not like your precious Storm.”

Satan blinked back his surprise. “Well, no. You’re not at all like Storm. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

Vivi raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Well...” Satan cleared his throat, picking up one of the cats to cradle in his arms. “Storm is very sweet, and that comes from her desire to make others happy- sort of like a dog. I think of you as more like a cat.”

Vivi’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Nah- don’t be giving me any of that furry shit. I had enough when Sarah compared me to a cat and then told me about her weird fetish.”

Satan laughed, shaking his head. “No, That’s not what I meant. I mean that you require time to warm up to people, you can be quick to anger if a line is crossed, and you require a lot of space, but that doesn’t make you unlikable.”

Vivi furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to understand what he was getting at.

“What I’m getting at is that I know that anger and aggression is used to hide some deeper emotion that you feel- and cat’s usually lash out when they feel scared, or sad, or overwhelmed.” Satan paused, watching Vivi hide the growing flush to their cheeks. “You don’t have to explain that to me because...well, because I’m the same way. I am wrath incarnate, after all.”

Vivi nodded, taking a moment to savor his words. Never before had their fronting anger been seen straight through by someone...

Perhaps he did understand more than she gave him credit for.

Vivi sighed, scooting a tiny bit closer. Their voice was hesitant and muttered, but he clung to every word. “I don’t trust people easily, you know.”

Satan nodded, pausing his pets on the cat in his lap to listen intently.

“And, It obviously doesn’t take a genius to figure out that it’s because t-trust has been abused in the past.” Vivi paused, refusing to meet his intense stare. “So...I guess maybe if we spent more time together that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You’re the most tolerable out of everyone I’ve met so far, anyways.”

“I figured you have been hurt before, but that doesn’t mean everyone will...” Satan smiled. “Thank you for giving me a chance, kitten.”

Vivi snapped her head up to meet his soft eyes, the blush on her cheeks burning brightly. Usually, she would have a retort, or storm away to escape her embarrassment at being referred to by such a cutesy pet name- or any pet name, for that matter. She swallowed back her anger, remembering his words at hiding deeper emotions.

“Don’t you dare call me that in front of any one else, or you’ll be sorry.” They murmured, trying to stop the blazing embarrassment that surely showed on their face.

“But I can still call you that when we’re alone?” Satan grinned, only to be met with a death glare. His cheeky grin faded and he cleared his throat as his own face flushed, realizing he was pushing his luck. “We’ll workshop a different nickname, then.”

Vivi snorted, coming up with a better nickname to sooth her own embarrassment. “Sure thing, Goldilocks.”

Satan blinked, lips parted slightly in confusion. After a moment, the pair laughed, returning their focus to the cats surrounding them with begging mewls for attention.

“What color do you want this time, darling?” Asmo set out the options of polish in front of Heart, eagerly awaiting their answer as he went back to filing their nails.

“Hmmm...” Heart picked up one of the small, shimmering purple jars. “I usually pick this one, but since you are all painted pink, I want to match too. So I guess maybe...hot pink?”

Asmo squealed in delight, applying the base layer to their nails. He had already done Sarah’s nails and sent her off to find them matching outfits to wear, and his own were done earlier this morning. He loved pampering Heart best out of all of the humans, as the admiring gaze they had as he worked meticulously at their nails made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was almost as if Heart saw past the activity as just a simple pass-time, and saw it as an artform that Asmo excelled at.

“I like the choice of coffin shapes this time.” Heart beamed, admiring the delicate care Asmo gave to their hand.

“Hehe! I’m glad you like it, sweetie.” Asmo squeezed their hand, continuing to work diligently at their nails.

“Hey! What about this?” Sarah popped into the room, dressed in a revealing black romper, Thigh-high black boots, fishnets, and dark makeup, contrasted with a hot pink faux fur coat. “I think it looks cute and tells the world we are bad bitches!”

Asmo grinned. “Ooooh yasss. You have my vote.”

“Are you really sure Levi is going to be down for it? I mean, he barely let Asmo paint his nails.”

“Oh he’ll be finnee.” Sarah waved Heart’s concerns off. “Trust me. He told me to get him to push his social limits, so this will be perfect.”

Heart remained unconvinced. “Sarah, I really think-”

“Sarrahhhhh.” A high whine from the hallway caused them all to turn and look toward the door. Levi peaked his head in, his eyes coated in dark makeup. Bits of a flamingo leather Jacket visible from where he had tilted in the doorway. “Are you sure this won’t make me look stupid?”

Sarah quickly grabbed Levi’s hand and pulled him into the room. He let out a high pitched shriek, hiding his deep blush with his hand as Asmo and Heart gasped in surprise. Similar to Sarah, Levi was dressed in all Black, except he wore ripped black skinny jeans, Black leather Chelsea boots, and a slightly off-black racerback tanktop...and of course, the pink leather jacket.

“Holy shit, Levi!” Asmo abandoned Heart’s nails, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he circled his brother. “You look S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G!”

“R-really?” Levi lowered his hand slightly, looking for genuineness in his brother’s eyes as he gushed over his attire.

“Of course, silly.” Sarah laughed, Clutching Levi’s arm tightly.

He swallowed hard as the blush returned to his cheeks. “Y-you know, I’m only doing this because I lost that game yesterday...I-it’s not like I like this normie clubbing stuff...”

Sarah giggled, squeezing Levi harder. “Sure, sure...but you still look good while doing it!”

“I wish you would have let me make you over a long time ago!” Asmo mused.

Heart snickered, watching Levi cover his face with his hands in embarrassment. Since meeting him, Heart would have never thought Levi would do something like this- it seemed so unlike him. But since spending more time with Sarah during their late-night video game sessions, Heart began to notice the small crush he began to develop on her. Because of his desire to be near her, he began doing more and more obscure things to get her attention- including making these small “bets” on video games that he would purposefully lose, resulting in having to do whatever Sarah wanted for a whole day.

“We’ll be ready in like 15 minutes.” Asmo noted, turning his attention to Heart’s half-finished nails. “Then we can go party ‘til dawn!”

The pair giggled, shuffling back out the door and down to Levi’s room, leaving Heart and Asmo alone. A silence washed over the room, only interrupted by the sound of the UV lamp drying heart’s nails. After finishing up their nails, The two each got dressed in their clubbing outfits. Heart wore similar black makeup to Levi and Sarah, as well black Docs, a pink and black striped long-sleeve shirt, and black overall shorts. Asmo wore almost an identical outfit to Sarah, except he donned hot pink Fishnets and a hot pink boa.

After finishing getting ready, Heart stepped out of Asmo’s bathroom, pausing when he saw Asmo’s sunset eyes locked onto him. They rubbed their forearm, unsure of what the look he was giving them meant.

“Um...do I look okay? Or do I need to add something else-”

“Perfect...” Asmo muttered, walking towards Heart and grabbing their hand. “You look perfect.”

Heart turned their head, trying to hide the nervousness now bubbling up in their stomach. Asmo lead them down to the foyer, meeting the other two and heading out for the night. Heart kept stealing glances at Levi, noticing the love-struck look in his eyes as he watched Sarah talk about her most recent interview with Devilstyle. He wondered if Sarah knew, but he pushed the thought away. He knew part of her did, but Sarah was similar to Asmo in that way. Sometimes, they get so wrapped up in themselves, they have a hard time recognizing true emotions behind someone’s love for them. Heart sighed, turning to look at Asmo, who was laughing along with Sarah’s comment about the interviewer’s mustache.

He felt a kinship with Levi in his feelings about Asmo. He tried to divert his thoughts as they partied through the night; smoking, drinking, and dancing away...but as he watched Asmo and Sarah go crazy on the floor while he and Levi nervously danced next to each other, he couldn’t stop the part of him that wondered if maybe they had both somehow fallen for someone who was impossible to obtain.

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