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kairiscorner · 9 months

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okokk hear me OUT, you know that movie jennifer check by megan fox?? the succubus demon that loves to seduce men and trick them inti having sex with her before she eats them? can you imagine her snd miguel?? like idk maybe the team thought that she’d be a great addition and also bc she ‘promised’ to be good but miguel’s like ??!?! fuck no that bitch maybe hot but she kills men and bat shit crazy yet one single look at her and he melted like a goddamn puddle

HI, oh yo...... reader sounds kinda hot ngl, i volunteer to be seduced and eaten ✋ I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

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miguel o'hara x succubus!reader

summary: you were dangerous, awfully dangerous–but you were powerful and a great asset to have in the spider society. the only one opposed to your addition to the team was him, who was way of every move you were gonna make here in HQ. but of course... he's only human, partially human, at least–he's weak when it comes to you, but he'll never admit it. word count: 679 a/n: might make an nsfw version of this on my sideblog HEHE this is pretty sfw for the most part, just some suggestive content below the cut, so be warned

"you've got a lot of spunk for someone that can easily be killed when you don't get fed. for such a... pathetic creature..." miguel trailed off as he felt your fingers creeping up on his broad chest, his gaze never leaving yours as you purred in a low voice and inched closer and closer to him. miguel gulped back the lump in his throat and coughed a little to compose himself. "...a pathetic creature that steals lives doesn't... have any place in my elite for–" "do i have a place in your bed, then?" you asked him in a suggestive whisper, with miguel gasping silently and taking in a deep breath, holding it in as you leaned closer towards him with a wide grin on your face.

"i'm talking to you." miguel said in a stern voice as you giggled, tracing over the curve of his waist. he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to his face, with his eyes going red as he glared at you with an evident frown. "you won't feed on me. i know what you're doing, and it's not gonna work." he seethed as he tried to keep his composure, but you were more cunning than him. you leaned over to him and planted a kiss on his nose, which he grumbled at... but released your wrist from his grasp. you didn't pull away from him, however, you instead sauntered over to him even closer and breathed down his neck; which... he really did not hate.

miguel shuddered as he felt you press your lips against his neck, feeling his face all the way down to his shoulders get hotter and hotter. he shut his eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows together in a frustrated manner. he was frustrated with how gwen and peter b took you in despite the danger you posed, how he now has to deal with you, how... how well your charms worked on him before the real seduction began. he was frustrated with how much you're making him want you.

"tell me..." you muttered as you placed your hands on his chest and gazed at him with a burning desire in your eyes, a dangerous, fiery desire dancing in your pupils. "...are you going to be good for me?" you asked him, and despite every single voice in his mind telling him to say no, no to your temptation, no to your seduction... "...yes." miguel uttered as you brought your lips closer to his own, your fangs baring as you chuckled. "good boy..." you whispered as miguel leaned closer to meet you halfway–when he suddenly lunged forward, baring his own longer, sharper fangs, and pinned you against the ground. you hissed as his weight kept you on the floor, his face only inches away from yours. you scratched at him, but he didn't let up. "look at me." he uttered as you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "don't ever think... i'm that easy to fool." he said as his nose brushed against yours, his red eyes bearing into yours. "do i make myself clear?"

you slowly nodded as miguel's grip on you lightened, and he retracted his fangs. he pulled away and got off you not long after and went back over to his platform to monitor the multiverse. "i'd love to play with you again sometime, miggy." you said in a teasing tone as you strut out of his office, with him not sparing you a second glance or another word. "you thought that was super hot, didn't you?" lyla asked him teasingly. "keep tabs on her movements." miguel ordered her as she raised an eyebrow. "why, so you can ask her to–" "i'm not gonna ask her for any favors." "not even...?" "...at least not yet." miguel finished as the warmth in his whole upper body from you charming him up remained, and he just can't shake it off on his own. he'd be keeping an eye on you from now on... a very, very close eye on you from now on.

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv spiderman #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman 2099

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hype-blue-fixation · 2 months

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Spying from the Bayou (SFW tickle ficlet)

One sided radiostatic and implied platonic radiorose.

Vox spies on Alastor doing self tickling while talking to Rosie through his voodoo dolls.

He was hopeless. Obsessed. Pitiable. Always one step behind no matter how far forward he thought he was. His name was Vox. Even today, he thought he'd won some sparkling victory for having snuck a camera into the Radio Demon's tardis room. Normally he would be met with fuzzy images of the demon from where his stupid outdated power messed with the technology.

Now he watched crystal clear as Alastor entered, locking his door with comically sized chains and locks. Whatever he was about to do was something he really didn't want anyone to see, and Vox sat on the edge of his seat to drink every second of it. Perhaps some blackmail or a dirty secret would come of his spying.

Alastor began unbuttoning his jacket. Then suddenly his clothes poofed away into a closet, replaced by a vintage women's night gown and pants. No doubt a gift from Rosie. Alastor yawned and stretched his way into bed. Fluffy fur poured out from the gown collar, getting thinner toward his hands and hooves. Vox's heart melted at how soft the radio demon looked. Not at all like his usual conniving and murderous self. The TV demon was already drooling over the headlines. Slandering his rival's foreboding reputation. Imprinting the image of a delicate fawn into the eyes of the public.

He continued watching as Alastor cozied up in bed, pulling his pillows around him and summoning plushy voodoo dolls to his side. God, how much better could this get? He hugged the dolls close and picked at their stitched faces, absent-mindedly tearing the thread out as he stared at the ceiling. It was obvious his mind was wandering in far away places. If only Vox could see those thoughts.

The claws that had been picking at the doll eventually reached up to touch the corners of his own permanent smile. Picking away as if he could remove the invisible thread in his face, too. A small pang of guilt tugged at Vox's heart. A feeling he quickly overwhelmed with quips about how weak and dumb Alastor looked. Vulnerable. Exploitable. How so very exploitable.

Alastor suddenly rearranged himself into a sitting position. His dolls close, friends that had no choice but to do his bidding. Stay exactly how he posed them with their stitched up grins. Then he began talking to them as if they were alive or possessed the ghost of someone special.

“Rosie, dear. Are you there?”

Of course it would be Rosie. Who else? The dolls didn't make a sound, but the way that Alastor smiled…genuinely smiled with his eyes…made it seem like he could hear her voice through them.

“That's good to hear. Unfortunately my day hasn't been quite so bright. I wish I could come see you. I'm in one of…those moods. How do you call it? Yes, that word.”

Vox leaned forward as if he could step into the room himself and hear the other side of the conversation. How frustrating.

Alastor went quiet and brought his hands up to his neck. At first looking like he was trying to strangle himself, but a shift in the camera view revealed that he was spidering his hands from the top and bottom of his neck. Lightly scratching his nails across the pale, sun deficient skin. His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting from one side to the other as if he couldn't decide which side felt better.

A deep sigh of genuine relaxation echoed in the large room. The hands moved from his neck and took turns rolling up the gown sleeve of the opposite arm. Exposing more skin and thin fur that faded out into a beautiful shade of ebony. One hand scribbled on the underside of the other forearm. Extremely slow and teasy, all the way from the elbow to wrist and back. His eyes opened, but his gaze floated off into some unknown space.

When he switched arms, his body twitched and his breath hitched. Whatever he was doing, it made him feel good. Relaxed. Cuddly. As his claws kept dancing around, he melted against his bed and hid his face in a pile of plushy dolls. Hiding the genuine curls to the edge of his smile, muffling the soft giggles and whines that threatened to be heard.

Vox was livid. He wanted to see that dumb silly little grin with a spaced out stare. Catch those disgustingly adorable sounds on record to broadcast all over Hell. Even when Alastor wasn't aware of the camera, he still made his likeness impossible to capture.

Out of what seemed like nowhere, Alastor removed his gown top. Revealing an upper body full of fluffy, curling fur. One arm tucked behind his head as the opposite hand explored with tickly touches. The fleshy underside of his upper arm, toward the armpit, down the side, and back up again. His body jerked when certain spots were grazed along, especially close to the armpit and over his ribcage. Sometimes even pulling out a sweet little giggly hum.

Vox wanted more. To have his claws dancing on those sensitive spots, eliciting those sickeningly adorable little sounds. Imagine the blackmail. Imagine the stories. Imagine his own exploding heart and popping circuits from how cute it was. He could feel his screen heating up to a point where the fans nearly kicked on.

“Rosie, shush! You're not helping! Shut up!” Alastor playfully bantered, saying mean things in the purest way. Whatever she was whispering through the dolls, given that this whole thing wasn't just imagination, had the radio demon's face turning a healthy shade of pink. He switched to the other side, playing with a fresh set of nerves.

His little hooves shivered and clicked against each other as he tried very hard not to break into a giggle fit. His smile growing with his need to hide it in the pillows and dolls.

“No,” Vox whispered at the screen, “you're going to show me that ugly little smile.”

As if he could hear him and obey his command, Alastor turned his face up. The smile completely true and bright, not hiding any shifty schemes behind its sharp teeth. Only genuine joy and fuzzy feelings. This only happened by accident, but Vox felt like Alastor was looking directly at him. Oh how his digital heart leapt at the mere fleeting thought. Hopeless.

Alastor's claws moved from his sides and both settled on his soft belly. Scribbling up the sides, over the top. His fingers moving in such an eye-catching and fascinating way. Like spider legs barely contacting his skin. it almost looked like art. The reactions even more so.

Little fawn-like bleats. Biting his lip to dam up the embarrassing noise. His hooves still clicking and kicking ever so slightly.

A single claw circled around his belly button, and that seemed to be the absolute end of his patience. He melted into a pile of giggling goo. Draping the idle arm over his mouth to muffle the sound. Such a shield could only hide so much. Eventually his giggles and sighs rose higher.

Locked away emotions bubbled up inside Vox. The desire to make those giggles fill up that entire room. To see his rival reduced to a fuzzy mass of useless goo. Unable to look him in the eyes because he was too busy hiding in dolls and pillows. Exploiting the demon wasn't even part of these strange desires. What could these feelings even be called? They were too pure for him to apply any label he knew.

Alastor's self teasing came to an end. He stretched out on his bed and sighed deeply. Fully relaxed like a baby in a warm cradle. And for the first time, Vox actually witnessed the overlord sleep. Gripping tightly to his voodoo dolls. Curled up in a fetal position with his head folded back on his body uncomfortably. His eyes stayed wide open, but Vox somehow knew he was sleeping inside that empty head. Creepy. Unsettling. Adorable. Charming.

After witnessing that pure little scene, Vox couldn't bring himself to do any of the things he'd originally planned. Exposing Alastor in this way felt morally wrong, like stealing a baby's candy or kicking an old woman who's already on the ground. At least he forever had the footage to go back and watch again and again. To obsess over.

Except that he forgot to hit the record button.

What a shame.

#lee!alastor #ticklefic #self tickling #Ler?Vox #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #my writing

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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I was listening to Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend and my head was thinking human au demon bros stealing mc from they’re boyfriend. Like the bros just ruining all they’re dates and seducing mc

Omg this is so funny! I love where your head is at anon. Ok so I'm so sorry this took me a while, I originally wrote heaps more for each but then decided to shorten them and release the longer versions later! You've tickled me with this idea 😂☺️

WARNING +18 MDNI. Not all are NSFW but still you know minors fuck off. 🫵🖕✌️

Date 1: You're waiting for your uber, it's late. It finally shows but not in the car you thought you ordered. Shocker it's Mammon. He's stealing you away to a date night you hadn't planned. Guess what, your boyfriend isn't invited.

Date 2: What's better then a cute date with your bf in the park! Barely anyone else in sight besides a big beefy orange haired dude jogging far off in the distance. Aww your boyfriend wants you to pose for a picture, ok time to look cute. Oh no, that jogger is no longer so distant. In fact he's so close he's picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder and then sprinting away. All your boyfriend is left with is the pretty flower he picked for you and the ringing in his ears from you screaming Beel's name.

Date 3: It's getting hot and heavy with your boyfriend after a perfect date. You're making out and stripping each other's clothing, teeth clashing, arms flailing. Your boyfriend gets a work call he has to take, leaving you pouting. Left in your room waiting for him. Unbeknownst to you Belphie has entered your room, he wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. You purr at his touch, thrilled your boyfriends work call didn't take to long. He doesn't let you turn around, which you find odd but it's kind of hot so you go along with it. You find your self pinned to the bed, panties ripped off, and moaning as he slides he cock back and forwards through your soaked folds. Try explaining this to your boyfriend when he walks in and finds Belphie balls deep inside your pussy fucking you from behind, moaning a name that isn't his.

Date 4: A date at the movies with your beau, cuddling up next to one another and eating popcorn and drinking soft drink. How could that go wrong? It's strange that you and your boyfriend are the only ones here. Even weird is the fact that when someone does eventually come they sit directly beside you. Odd? Why would he select a ticketed seat right next to someone when the entire theatre is free. It finally clicks when you hear his all to familiar voice. He's gesturing wildly at the screen, saying how the it's exactly like the first movie only the landscape has changed. You'd be more annoyed if you didn't actually agree with him. He's even stealing your popcorn and drinking your drink. It is a bit cute the way he blushes and flusters when your hands touch on the arm rest between you. He jerks away and covers his face with both hands. To your boyfriends absolute shock he sees you pry the purple haired annoyance's hands away from his face and reassure him it's fine if you two hold hands.

Date 5: A romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, your boyfriend really went all out. He's even wearing a suit and tie, clearly he wants to get lucky to tonight. You've been sitting an chatting for a while and looking at the menu. Your partner orders you both some wine, before you dine (I'd apologise for that but I shan't). It arrives, a different waiter from before, this one tall and auspiciously blonde. Oops it's to late, he's already spilt wine all down your boyfriends white shirt. No, he's not apologising. He's sitting down next to you and telling your date to run home and get changed, he shouldn't be seen looking like a slob with such a beautiful date.

Date 6: You meet your boyfriend at a club for dancing. What's hotter then grinding up on each other while slightly intoxicated, and heavy makeout sessions on the slightly less lighted side of the room. Excusing yourself to get another drink you come back to where you left him. He's no longer their, that's odd? You scan the dancefloor, your mouth falling open when you find him. Well isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen. Asmo the sneaky fuck has pulled your boyfriend into a trance. They are both pressed tightly against each other, Asmo's tongue is jammed so far down your boyfriend's throat you're worried it's stuck there. You move closer to them, your body moving of its own accord. Not wanting to be a bystander any longer you join them, sandwiched between both of them. This night is turning out way different to what you had planned.

Date 7: You just straight up ghost your boyfriend. You didn't mean too! You swear! But, Lucifer called you... And well you've never been very good at saying no to him. Actually, he's not very good with hearing a no from you. You didn't want to displease him, but then the time go away from you. Before you know it it was way to late to call your boyfriend. And to be honest you were a little bit preoccupied with your little phone call with the eldest brother. Somehow you ended up in your bed naked and touching yourself but only when he told you too, stopping if he asked for it too. So no actually you probably won't be calling your boyfriend after this. You are 100% sure Lucifer wouldn't allow it.

Thank you so much for sending me this little thought anon! You inspired me ☺️ hope you like how it turned out, I sure did 💕🌻

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pippastrelle · 3 months

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I'm No Angel [2.5k Chaggie]

Vaggie's a fallen angel doubting she'll survive the end of the extermination. When a demon appears at the alley's end, she expects to go down fighting. Instead, she finds a kindness that did not earn hell like she did.

2.5k fic about Vaggie and Charlie's first meeting and Vaggie's decision to stay with her. I wrote it to give Chaggie some more attention and depth and as practice for making a visual novel (so it's somewhat in that format).

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Vaggie is dying.

She's been dead for decades and she's dying.

And again, no-one will miss her.

Bloody rips in her muscle and skin chafe against her top with every crawl forward. She gasps through her teeth and stops, groaning. Her vision pulses black. Grit bites into her raw hands keeping herself up.

Vaggie: Fuck.

Her back muscles flex instinctively, trying to balance herself with the wings Lute ripped out and strew across the road. Vaggie's eye boils in the hellish air. Everything's on fire.

The only reprieve was in between ripping off her uniform to dump in a bin with her spear and dragging the top off some corpse onto her own.

Pain is hardly unfamiliar. She wished she could forget it. Angels don't feel pain. They don't get hurt.

She stopped being an angel when she spared that sinner.

But they were a child. They posed no threat to heaven. Killing them wouldn't have achieved anything.

Vaggie: Gurgh.

She collapses front-first onto the splintered boards and junk piled at the end of the alley. Metal digs into her side, yet her exhale is almost in relief. She's bared worse.

She's no longer in the open.

Vaggie convulses as her skin is already knitting back together. It sears and itches, covering over each bloody wound. Angelic blood did not belong in Hell or anywhere.

Angelic blood... is gold. She didn't know.

Her breaths quake her whole body. She stares down the alleyway.

Luminescent, gold splotches trail all the way from the street to her body.

Even if the demons wouldn't recognise it, all it would take is to follow it and they could kill her in the grime of a back alley, all while she's wearing a top stolen off an exterminated sinner with Xs over the tits.

Like a sinner deserves.

Blood burns acrid all over the Pride Ring. Vaggie retches as she inhales it. She buries her face against a junk box to cover her choking while she waits.

When the demon arrives, they're a blur of a red suit. They block out the fire Vaggie was squinting against.

She grinds her jaw and readies herself to fight. But her arms don't raise. Her spear is in a bin. How can she fight back?

Demon: Oh. Oh! You're alive! You're alive!

Their voice chimes like music.

Still, demons are nothing but deceptive.

Even if the demon is tall, they're skinny. They rush forward and Vaggie plans to knock out their feet with her own.

Her legs don't move.

The demon falls to their knees before Vaggie. She squirms away. They lift gentle hands that don't yet touch her face.

Demon: You are not going to die! I promise. I promise you that.

With their faces so close, Vaggie sees the demon looks... angelic.

They wear a small smile that they're pushing even bigger for her as if for her benefit. It pushes into apple red cheeks. It shines like the golden, curly hair cascading down their back. They brush Vaggie's hair out of the way of her face, exposing her hollow eye socket.

Demon: Okay, I... can't see your eye anywhere, but lots of demons live with one eye, and they're none the worse for it!

They reach into their blazer and with a gurgle nowhere near words, Vaggie bucks out of their hand.

Demon: No, no, no, don't worry. Don't move. I can bandage your wounds then bring you over to my infirmary to get better. Or at least just bandage your wounds. Please?

They bring out a fresh roll of bandage from their inside pocket.

Even if the skin is reforming, it's thin. Bandaging the wounds will keep them from reopening and from festering with hellish infection.

If the demon wanted to kill her, they wouldn't need to pretend anything. So, Vaggie stills. The demon applies the bandage around her face with care not to aggravate either the injuries or Vaggie.

Vaggie: What are you doing?

Her voice is thick with all the blood and spit in her mouth.

Demon: I am making sure that no more of my people die in the extermination than absolutely need to. Like you.

In every extermination, the only thing more deadly than an angel's blade is how the sinners turn on each other. They'd shove the next closest sinner into her blade instead, only for another angel to gut them through the back.

Vaggie: And you are?

Who would protect them? Why would they help her?

The demon's lilt is as sweet as ever, but there's a bracing to their smile. Their eyes keep flicking to the bandages they're now applying around Vaggie's raw hands.

Demon: I'm Charlie Morningstar.

‘Morningstar’.

…Seriously?

Vaggie: Is that... a coincidence? Charlie Morningstar? Lucifer Morningstar?

Charlie: He's my dad.

Vaggie: You're his...?

Charlie: Yes, I'm his daughter.

Lilith and Lucifer, the roots of human evil, have a daughter. And she is nursing Vaggie's wounds.

Charlie's red blazer and trousers paired with a black bowtie belong in a theatre. The extermination counters sinners, not hellborn demons like her. She shouldn't have been attacked. Still, Vaggie begins to notice blood on her shoes, from walking the Pride Ring during an extermination, and bloody, handprints on her front and arms, from demons shoving her away.

Charlie could have been a threat to them. She could be a threat to Vaggie. Vaggie couldn't know. But Vaggie isn't the only demon she approached this extermination.

Vaggie: You-

The word splinters into coughs. Charlie rests a hand against her head to steady it.

Vaggie: You don't act like a fallen angel.

Vaggie: Thank you.

Charlie's big eyes go bigger, and she stops to stare at Vaggie. Her mouth flaps even before she finds the words.

Charlie: Thank you. Yes, yes, so, is this all okay? How are you feeling now? Do I need to bandage anywhere else?

Vaggie's hand goes to her back without thought. She stops herself; it looked just a twitch. But Charlie's eyes catch it.

Charlie takes one of Vaggie's hands in her own.

Charlie: You know, I can bring you to a little infirmary I've made. You can even stay the night if you'd like to. It's totally rent-free. Please.

Her hands are warm, and not in the choking way Hell is warm. It thaws through Vaggie and brings her back to her first home: the tropical constant of El Savador.

Vaggie is in no condition to fight. Her body trembles to move and the alleyway junk pile is hardly shelter. If Charlie turned on her, Vaggie would find a way out. Healing first. Everything else... later.

She nods.

Vaggie: Thanks. Please.

Charlie: What's your name?

Vaggie: Vaggie.

Charlie: Ohhh... Uh, nice name.

Her attempt to smile is genuine at least.

Vaggie had volunteered to leave her human life behind her when she became an exorcist. What does it matter what she's named? She thought it then and she thought it now. It didn't occur to her to make up a new name. Who cares?

Charlie: Come on, Vaggie, let's get you up!

Charlie, as kindly as she can, drags Vaggie from the alley into a taxi. The driver sneers some inappropriate comments about the two but Charlie meets it with a smile and a wad of cash, which doesn't shut the taxi driver up but it does get her driving. Vaggie mentally notes the location of her spear.

Charlie takes them to a lonely high-rise atop a hill of scorched grass. It's lit up with too many lightbulbs but it's intact.

Inside, after a bit more dragging, Charlie lays Vaggie to rest into a bed set close to the entrance and Vaggie sinks into the clean blankets like a kiss against her ripped up body.

Charlie: Don't worry, I'm just getting what you need for your back.

While Charlie sets to gathering disinfectant, water, and bandages from scattered buckets, Vaggie sees she's in a grand hall of empty beds. Every inch of marble floor, every windowsill, and even the start of the staircase is set up with blankets and medical supplies. The beds seem sourced from everywhere in existence. Metal-framed singles that quiver in the breeze next to four-poster kings next to cracked cots next to...

Vaggie: Uhhh.

Charlie must have got most of the beds from some sex clubs that were either destroyed or having a sale. Vaggie is surrounded by love hearts and mirrors and leather and chains.

Thankfully, Vaggie landed on a love heart. She stares up at the pink and the pain briefly melts behind her awkwardness.

Charlie: It's clean! They're all one-hundred percent clean. Scrubbed and new bedsheets. But if you want I can move you to one of the others-

Vaggie: It's... okay.

Her face burns.

Vaggie: Am I the first you brought here?

Charlie: You know, the others I found, they said they were fine without it. It's fine. It gives me more time to focus on you. Now-

Charlie returns to Vaggie and she's shed her blazer. The white button-up underneath brings attention back to her cute bowtie while her suspenders and rolled up sleeves make a handsome shape on her. She was tall, with long arms and long legs to suit it.

Charlie: So, um, how do you want to show me your back?

Vaggie: Huh?

Vaggie splutters a bit, Charlie's voice calls her mind back, but Charlie's apple cheeks seem somehow redder. She lifts the medical supplies in her hands.

Charlie: If you want me to clean the injuries on your back, I'm going to have to, uh, see your back.

Vaggie: Don't worry about it.

Vaggie: I'll take my top off.

Meanwhile, Vaggie's face combusts. She looks again to the love heart on the bed. There is no practical reason to swap.

Charlie: I'm not going to look.

Charlie gives an exaggerated twirl of her legs as she spins around to give Vaggie her privacy.

Vaggie took another look around the grand hall. Although the windows span almost as high as the walls, they're made of individual panes too small for most demons to break through. The arching front doors are thick enough to be weapons of their own right if intruders try to enter. They're alone in the high-rise.

As satisfied as she can be by the security, Vaggie peels off her stolen top and lies on her front on the bed.

Vaggie: You're good.

She hears Charlie turn, then hiss in sympathy.

Charlie: Owwww.

Charlie: They'll heal.

She starts cleaning the two vertical gashes between Vaggie's shoulder blades, but Vaggie's wings are gone. Taken back to Heaven with Lute as proof of her fall.

Vaggie hisses too as the wet rag first hits her back. Her hands claw into the bedsheets.

Charlie: Sorry! This'll be quick. Don't worry.

Vaggie has dealt with worse. She has dealt with worse. She grinds her teeth and focuses on breathing. Charlie starts to rub little circles on her neck to comfort her, which stalls Vaggie.

Charlie: Aaaaaalmost done.

Once they're clean, Charlie covers them with some bandage she sticks across Vaggie's back. Though itching, it's tolerable.

Charlie: You look beautiful!

Charlie: I mean, it all looks nice and clean and you're totally fine now! I'm turning again. You can put on your top again if you want to.

The breath of a laugh escapes Vaggie without her permission.

Vaggie: It's fine.

Her lips quirk strangely. Vaggie didn't expect the first demon she found to be... so cute.

Fuck. If she'd said that up above, Lute's spear would have been through her lungs before Vaggie finished the breath. So, she wouldn't have said anything. But she never looked a demon longer than assessing a target before Charlie. Are these feelings a sign she was always going to fall, or is this because she fell?

Vaggie: You can look again.

Charlie returns with a smile. She rests a hand lightly on Vaggie's arm while she props herself up on her elbows.

Charlie: How are you feeling?

Vaggie: Like shit.

Vaggie: But I'm not dead, because of you.

Vaggie: Is this what you do every year?

Charlie bobs her head from side to side.

Charlie: This is the second year. I try new things, see what works and what I can do next year. I guess people don't need an infirmary as much as I thought, so back to the drawing board!

She gives an attagirl swing of her arm.

Vaggie: And this building. Is this the base for Lilith and Lucifer?

Charlie: No, no, Dad's got his own place. It's a bit deeper into the Pentagram. I got this place for myself. I used to live with my mum but she had some business or something that was very important and she had to leave a few years ago.

Vaggie frowns.

Vaggie: Why did you tell me that?

Charlie's eyes and mouth form perfect Os.

Charlie: You asked, did you not?

Vaggie: I could use this against you. If Lilith's gone, and I know where Lucifer is...

Charlie leans closer to Vaggie and gives her a little nudge with her elbow.

Charlie: But I don't think you will.

Charlie: Thank you, Vaggie. I'm happy someone could be saved.

Vaggie thinks on the child she spared. With the sheer population of Hell and no way to find their name, she'll never know if they got away.

Why can't she regret it?

It makes sense someone like her ended up with the sinners eventually.

Vaggie: Why protect the sinners?

Charlie: Just because you're sinners doesn't mean you should be exterminated. You're still human! Humans have such amazing potential. You can do anything. Who says Hell has to be the end of that?

Vaggie lets her eye fall closed. Charlie is watching her face.

Vaggie: I think you're the more impressive one.

Charlie: Mmph-!

Vaggie peeks her eye back open but Charlie's turned her head with her fluster.

Charlie: That's a nice thing for you to say.

When she's turned, Vaggie can see tears in the side of her shirt, like a clawed hand punctured it.

Vaggie: Do the sinners hurt you?

Charlie: No, no, they don't hurt me. Not like that.

Vaggie: You're doing a good thing, Charlie.

Everything from Charlie's eyes to her voice shines with sincerity. She's nothing like the sinners Vaggie has seen or the demons she's heard of.

Of the two of them, only Vaggie earnt her place in Hell.

If she was made to defend, maybe this can be her penance.

Vaggie: Is anyone else working with you?

She tried to phrase it neutrally but Charlie gasps with delight.

Charlie: Do you want to stay? You absolutely absolutely can!

Vaggie: I'll make sure no-one hurts you-

Charlie throws her arms forward as if to hug her, before remembering Vaggie's back wounds and jerking to a stop. Vaggie's insides lurch with some disappointment, before she also chides herself.

Charlie: I've got plenty of rooms upstairs for you! You get to choose. And if there's anything you need, just tell ol' Charlie and she'll sort it.

She keeps nattering her niceties, not particularly checking whether Vaggie is listening.

Vaggie's in a bed taken from a Hell sex club, under the asylum of the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer. Just breathing reminds her of the tears down her back and in her skull where her wings and eye were ripped from her. She spared a demon. She fell from the angels. She didn't deserve to smile.

Still, she is, however slightly.

#charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin #chaggie #charlie x vaggie #habzin hotel #hazbin #viziepop #fanfiction #writblr #visual novel #vn #f/f #wlw

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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hey!

its ok if you couldnt do my last request

but if you want you could do this request if you want to!

daki reader X yandere Poseidon + Hades and Thor + Loki

the reader was just walking around and accidentally bumped into the gods and the reader was about to tell them to watch where they were going but didn't get to say it because Brunhilde told her it was her turn and the gods was in shocked and to stunned to speak but then Zeus/Odin told the gods it was their turn as well and soon they realises they were fighting with the reader and soon Hades / Loki was watching them fight and soon when Poseidon / Thor cut the readers head gyutaro came out of her back and put her head back into place and the reader and gyutaro fight together.

but soon ended up into a tie and soon both gods went to go find the reader but saw the reader asleep on her brother lap underneath a sakura tree while gyutaro sings a lullaby and they watched the two siblings in awe but the gyutaro sensed someones was watching them and gyutaro woke the reader up and gyutaro told her someone was nearby and they looked around but noting was there but then muzan came and both of them bowed down and muzan touched the readers face and she blushed and the gods was jealous of muzan.

soon when muzan left with kokushibo they both met the jealous gods and soon started fighting and the gods who was in the fight they had won and muzan and kokushibo was wounded really badly and reader and gyutaro came and saw this and protected muzan and kokushibo but then the gods left leaving the 4 demons confused and angry.

and the reader started to feel uncomfortable and asked her brother to stay with her more often and soon the two gods started to show up wherever they went and soon the two gods asked the reader to marry them but then the reader said she got a lover that is worthy of her love which is Qin Shi Huang and the two gods started to feel really angry and started to fight Qin

and Qin was wounded and had to be hospitalised and in a coma and the two gods asked the reader again.

you can chose what happens after that :)

-You were a stunning woman, beautiful and confident, so you were able to handle any man that would come your way, some liked your confidence, liking their women dominate, while others would try to intimidate you into being submissive.

-Those bastards wouldn’t last long. Nobody talks to you like that.

-You were hanging out the stadium, a bit bored, as you were one of the champions for humanity, as you were once a human yourself, and Muzan gave you his blessings to fight, as he wanted to see you fight against the gods.

-You were bored just sitting in your room, so you went on a walk, exploring a bit of the stadium during one of the other fights.

-You rounded a corner and slammed into a pair of gods (Poseidon/Hades or Thor/Loki), nearly falling backwards and instantly you glared, going to tell them off before Brunnhilde, who was with them, spoke, “There you are Y/N. It’s your turn next, against (Poseidon/Thor) here.”

-The god in question was shocked that his opponent was the stunning maiden before him and you instantly grinned sadistically, “Good, I hope you’ll give me a challenge!”

-Your arrogance and confidence stunned the two gods, annoying them slightly before (Hades/Loki) couldn’t help but grin, finding you an amusing woman.

-Your fighting style was very unique, you were very agile and used your sash to hack and slash at him, laughing as you were having fun, but you were a little over-confident.

-The crowds were screaming out in horror as you were sitting on your knees, your head in your lap, after (Thor/Poseidon) cut your head from your shoulders, but unlike most demons, you weren’t vanishing.

-You were crying, making your opponent stare lightly, he felt bad making you cry, feeling like a bully, before you screamed out, “Big brother!!”

-Instantly, your back began to hunch grotesquely, your head fell from your lap as you fell forward as your brother emerged.

-(Poseidon/Thor) went to attack and was stunned when Gyutaro instantly charged, slashing him across the chest while holding you in his arms, protecting you.

-Gyutaro kneeled down in front of you, helping your head reattach as you sniffled softly, hiccupping as he doted on you, “Don’t cry- big brother is here.”

-Gyutaro was much stronger than you, and since you were together, like a Volundr, he was allowed to fight with you.

-Being double teamed was much more of a challenge, Gyutaro was both strong and fast, while you were fast, it definitely turned into a good fight, one of the best ones of the tournament.

-In the end, combined with his strongest attack and you and your brother’s combined attack, it caused a massive shockwave, that knocked all three of you out, ending the match in the first draw of the tournament.

-The two brothers were quick to seek you out, taken by your determination, power, and looks, you were a deadly but desirable combination, one they wanted for their own.

-In their search for you, they heard someone singing, not loudly, more like a lullaby, and they followed the voice, hearing Gyutaro, and found the two of you.

-Gyutaro was leaning against the tree, relaxing while petting your hair as you were sleeping quietly, your head on his lap, smiling softly as you knew you were safe with your big brother.

-Gyutaro felt the eyes and his hand instantly stilled before giving you a small shake, waking you up, “Someone is watching us.”

-You sat up, on the defense and the gods flinched, not wanting a fight, before they froze, seeing two men approach you both, Muzan and Kokushibo, both bowing your heads in greeting in respect.

-Muzan patted your head, making you beam, a faint blush on your cheeks which angered (Poseidon/Hades or Thor/Loki), seeing another man touching you.

-They weren’t bothered by the fact they knew nothing about you, only that they wanted you, and they were going to have you. One way or another.

-When Kokushibo and Muzan left you two, they started heading out, only to run into the brothers nearby, seeing the gods were furious.

-Gyutaro heard the shouting before you did, his hearing better than yours and took off running and you called out after him, running after your brother.

-You gasped in shock, seeing Muzan and Kokushibo being violently attacked by (Poseidon/Thor) and his brother (Hades/Loki).

-You shouted at them to stop as your brother ran into the fray, jumping in front of the gods, blocking their blows and you ran forward, putting yourself in front of the two strongest demons in Valhalla, your sash belts swaying, preparing for an attack.

-Just as quickly as the attack started, the attack ended, the gods lowering their weapons and turned, leaving the four of you confused and battered.

-You helped Muzan while your brother carried Kokushibo, taking them to the infirmary, because even though they were demons, their wounds weren’t healing very fast, due to being attacked by weapons of the gods.

-Gyutaro could see the way the gods were looking at you, and you would have too, had you not been so angry and worried, and he confided in you, telling you what he had seen.

-You grew scared, holding onto your brother’s hand, not wanting to be apart from him, as you knew he would keep you safe, since the gods were stronger than you, but not your brother; however, seeing what they did to the two strongest, made you worried, if terrified you.

-Muzan patted your head gently, seeing you were upset, comforting you, as he too was mad that these gods attacked them so cowardly and seemed to be after you for some reason, before he spoke, “Go calm down, Y/N. Go see that human of yours.”

-Your eyes lit up and smiled brightly, your boyfriend, the only man that you actually liked, and he liked you for you, Qin Shi Huang, and both Gyutaro and Muzan approved over him, and were okay with you dating the human.

-(Poseidon/Hades or Thor/Loki) were both stunned to see you shortly after leaving the infirmary, looking around like you were looking for someone.

-They approached you and you glared lightly, not trusting them as they had attacked Muzan and Kokushibo, “What do you want?”

-They didn’t hear the bite in your voice, or if they did, they chose to ignore it and your mouth dropped open and eyes went wide as they spoke in unison, “‘Y/N will you marry us?’”

-You instantly glared at them but did your best to keep your temper in check, “No, I’m already with someone that I love.” Their love-struck looks instantly melted into anger, trying to demand you to tell them who, which you refused, turning and heading away quick, making a mental note to tell your brother.

-When the two brothers saw you about a half hour later, as they had been stunned when you walked away, they went to approach to ask you to marry them again, when you called out happily, “Zheng~~” and their blood boiled, seeing you leaping into the open arms of a human of all things, pure joy on your face as your lover caught you in his own hug, spinning you around before asking if you were okay from your fight.

-You puffed up your chest a bit, a grin on your face, “Of course I am, my big brother and I can handle anything!” he laughed warmly, pecking your cheek which made you give a small happy squeak.

-Instantly the gods charged, attacking Qin and you screamed for them to stop, attacking them yourself to defend your lover, as while he was strong, he was a human against two gods and had no weapon.

-Your brother, Kokushibo, and Muzan heard your screams and ran to your aid, finding you holding the heavily injured body of your lover, while Brunnhilde was trying to get the two gods back away from you.

-Gyutaro didn’t hesitate and charged in with a war cry, seeing you upset and the other two demons were quick to join.

-Brunnhilde ended up having to call in Zeus and Odin, as well as the other Valkyries to get the two groups apart while you had taken your lover to the infirmary with Goll.

-Brunnhilde, Zeus, and Odin came to the infirmary, where Zheng now was, bandaged, but in a coma, with you sitting next to him, holding his hand while Goll was trying to get you to drink some water.

-You gave your statement of what happened, both times, with them attacking Muzan, their proposal, and then nearly killing your lover, had your brother and leader not shown up, and they confirmed it with other witnesses who had seen the fight, the gods struck first.

-You learned all 5 of them were thrown into holding cells, the two gods in one and the three demons in the other, pending the investigation.

-You weren’t happy to learn your brother was locked up, but you agreed, for the moment, because the attackers were also locked up.

-You were worried, knowing that gods did whatever benefitted them the most over humans and demons, and you were afraid because they were the family members of (Zeus/Odin) that they were going to get out with no repercussions for their actions.

-It was three days later when they were all released, with strict orders, punishable by going straight to Tartarus, that there was so be no contact between the two sides, meaning the two gods couldn’t bother you or Zheng any longer.

-The day Zheng opened his eyes, you were overjoyed, wanting to leap into his arms, but you didn’t want to hurt him, keeping his hand in your own instead, smiling down at him, “Waking up to an angel is the best way to do so.”

-Your face turned bright red at his flirtation, as he was the only person, except for Muzan when you were younger, to make you blush, but it made you happy, seeing your lover still had his sense of humor.

-Even though they couldn’t approach you without repercussions, you could never shake the feeling of eyes watching you, almost all day, following you, but you could never find who it was.

-You knew, deep down, who it was, but since you couldn’t find them, you didn’t say anything.

-No matter who you were with, Zheng, your brother, the other Upper Ranks, even by yourself, you could always feel eyes piercing into you, stalking you, hunting you.

-You were the predator; you were ½ of the Upper Rank Six! You weren’t scared! You couldn’t be scared…. could you?

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror loki #ror thor #daki

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wepsi · 2 years

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Are you trying to entice me dear?-Barbatos(smut)

(Not my art! Go follow @ alyss_why on Instagram!)

Female reader

Cw: fingering, tail

Scenario: What started out as a innocent punishment of having Barbatos serve you all day, turned out to be the greatest reward.

Barbatos was usually a very calm and reserved demon, but he could never back down from a competition. Unlucky for him it was a scaring contest and Mammon was playing dirty with a rat. The loser had to obey the winners wishes for the whole day, and lucky for you , you won! But maybe this wasn't all a coincidence, you've been eyeing up the butler for a while now. Asmo was the one who noticed how head over heels you were, and gathered everyone to orchestrate the whole thing.

Not wasting the chance, all day you do seemingly normal things like shopping and baking, but trying to give him flirting touches and glances. Despite your efforts it seemed futile, Barbatos was cool as a cucumber and professional as ever. Getting desperate that the day was ending, you scheme up something bold.

"Barbatossssssss could you draw me a bath please, I want to relax after this long day."

"Absolutely master."

You close the bathroom door but didn't lock it. stripping yourself naked and step into the water, it was perfect temperature water how did he even do that? Trying to put on your sexiest pose, you yell for Barbatos, putting a hint of worry in your tone as if you were in trouble. Barbatos rushes in the bathroom thinking that you might be hurt, just to see you in a silly pose.

"Will you help bathe me Barbatos? The punishment is you have to do all of my request."

"Y.Yes master"

Barbatos looked a little shocked for a second, then come over to you with a smirk. Taking off his gloves and rolling up his sleeves (which was so hot) kneeling down next to the tub, he dips his hands into the water.

"Do you have a sponge or a towel master?"

"Oh I don't, that's too bad you're going to have to use your hands."

"Are you trying to entice me dear?"

Instead of answering, you grab onto the edges of the tub to lean in and give him a kiss on the lips as a yes. He grabs onto your body wash to lather his hands, and start washing you. He surprisingly starts with your neck, which felt really gentle and sweet. He washes your arms rubbing both his hands around them. Then he washes your stomach, back and legs. Growing disappointed at him avoiding all your intimate parts, you grab onto his wrist and put his hands square on your breasts.

"Ansty aren't we?"

He grabs onto your chest and squeezes, earning a eep from you. His touch still gentle but it felt, different... He lathers the soap all over your chest, and slightly pulling on your nipples. He had the same calm smile but there was a sinister vibe to it. Seeing how much you wanted him, he finally travels his hand down to your sex. He plunges his hand in the water, feeling up your thigh and ending up at your folds.

He runs his hands up and down your folds, while inching his face closer to yours. He massages the hood on your clit, before pulling it back to stimulate it directly. Whimpering against his hand, you needyly grind on him, wanting more. His hands move back to your chest, making you whine at the lost of pleasure. Do not worry, because you see Barbatos antlers start growing from his head, and you feel his tail slithering into the tub.

You lean forward once more, trying to kiss him again just for him to tsk you away. Wanting to get a full view of your face as he enters his tail in you. His tail slithers in, and enters into your needy hole. Though it wasn't thick it was so long, easily probing your womb, the scale also adds extra texture. He precisely uses his tail to hit all the right spots in you, and just when you think it can't feel any better, the other tip of his tail delicately circulating your clip.

He finally accepts your lips, gently sucking on it and your tongue that you keep trying to push down his throat. He chuckles and find it cute how thirsty you were despite being surrounded by water. You open your eyes slightly to see him just to find his emerald eyes staring back at you, closing your eyes out of shyness you try focusing more on the way he is pleasing you.

You hear the water slightly swishing from his tail, and your building moans into his mouth, you really wanted to hear his moans too. His hands were massaging your breasts, occasionally rolling your hard buds in his fingers and pulling them. His tail steadily plunging into you, and the other one teasing you from the outside. The pleasure now slightly overwhelming it was hard to stay up and maintain the kiss, the first time you pull away Barbatos forcefully grips your chin and pull you back on his lips.

Just when you were about to climax, all the activity stopped. Barbatos pulls away from a very confused looking you. He calmly rinses you off, and drain the bath water. Helping you up and out, and pats you down with a towel as if nothing happened.

"Why did you stop? Keep going Barbatos!"

"I cannot comply with that order master, because I am going to please you to the best of my ability."

He finishes drying you, and picks you up princess style buck naked, to walk back into his room. With you clinging onto him blushing like mad hoping no one else is around.

to be continued...

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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G A S P ! Imagine if ticklemonster Douma got his hands on one of those feather boas?! Screw it, can I please request that as a fic prompt?😂😂

*cackles in glee* Oh my god this one was so fun to write aklekjrajkerjkae I've gotcah covered, anon! This is hilariously cute!

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“La la La~ Da da da~ Da da~ La de da~” Douma twirled about the room, across his shoulders sat the fluffiest looking snake Rui had ever seen in his life. Though, it wasn’t a snake- not really.

“Her lips were red, her skin the moon, when she turned to me, oh how I swooned~” Douma sang out, leaning back dramatically and pulling the fluffy snake closer to him. “I wished her to be my bride, but alas I was blind! For she-”

“Douma.” Rui spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What is that?”

Douma looked over, starting out of his song. Then he smiled, making his way over. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the snake across Rui’s shoulders, giving it a shake. “Why this? This is my feather boa! I got it from one of my followers. Lovely, isn’t it?”

Rui scrunched up as the fluffy garment tickled along his ears and neck, a soft giggle escaping his lips. “It’s tickly.”

“Is it now?” Douma seemed to glow with mischief as he wiggled the boa some more, earning even more soft giggles from the spider demon. “Soft to the touch and able to make you laugh? I’m glad to have been given such a prize!”

“Given what now?” Kokushibou asked in the background, brows furrowing as he watched Douma pull the fluffy garment back over his own shoulders. “What in the world is that?”

“A feather boa! A gift.” Douma struck a pose, shimmying his shoulders to make the fluff dance. “Do you love it?”

“I’m…unsure.” Kokushibou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched Douma wiggle up to him. Taking in the hot pink material and the glittery ends, he blinked slowly. “It’s…unique.”

“I’ll take that in a good way!” Douma stretched out a hand, wiggling the end of the boa into the taller demon’s face. “I feel something being awakened in me. It’s as if my past self was a theater performer and he wants to come out.”

Douma did a quick number as he twirled around Kokushibou, flicking the boa with him as he hummed another tune. When he was before him once again, he pulled the boa over the taller demon, yanking him forward so they were chest to chest. “Would you like to be my partner, Koku?”

“I think I’ll pass. Dancing isn’t my thing.” Kokushibou tried to ease the other away, but Douma only pulled him closer, smiling deviously. “Douma- please release me.”

“Dance with me first.” He brought the Boa up so it hung around Koku’s shoulders, giving it a fluff and making the taller demon scrunch some. “I’ve always wanted to waltz with you.”

“Ew, Douma and Koku are flirting.” Akaza mock groaned as he came in, taking Rui’s hand. “Come on, Spidey-squirt; let’s go find your dreamer companion.”

“Wait-” Kokushibou went to call out, but the word caught in his throat when the boa scurried along his skin, brushing his ears and shoulders. “Douma-heegh! Pleahehase!”

“Hmm, what’s so funny?” The blonde grinned, gathering both ends of the Boa with one hand and pulling gently, letting his hand push past the folds of Kokushibou’s Yukata to get his ribs. “Tell me~”

Kokushibou stammered before doubling over, fighting down the giggles as he held onto Douma’s shoulders. “D-Douma! E-enohoohough!” His laughter was rich and deep, shaking them both with the force he was suppressing them with.

“Let it out, Koku~”

And let it out he finally did. Giving into Douma’s antics, he let himself relax into his arms, barely fighting back as the blonde skittered his fingers up and down his side with gentle touches. “Ahehahahahahha! Yoohoohoohohu’re a peehhehehrsueahahhahahasive ohoohoohohne!”

“And you’re quite handsome when you laugh.” Douma grinned, pulling the Boa back up so it rested against his shoulders, freeing his hands. Bringing them up, he wrapped them around Kokushibou’s neck, standing up on his toes so he could press a kiss against his smiling mouth. “Hi.”

“Hello there.” Kokushibou replied, lips twitching.

“Dance with me?” Douma asked again, waggling his brows. The six eyed demon sighed before taking his waist, steadying them both.

“If you insist.” As he began to lead, the sound of strummed music filled the room. Nakime was somewhere nearby. “How long-”

“Eyes on me.” Douma demanded softly, turning Koku’s chin back so they were watching eachother once more. If he had eyebrows, Koku would be raising them high at Douma’s boldness. “For this song and the next, you’re mine and mine alone.”

“So demanding.” Kokushibou tsked, even as he let himself follow the soothing beat of Nakime’s tune, guiding Douma around the room with ease.

“It’s the boa. Gives me powers.” Douma shimmied his shoulders, making the material flutter and shake with him.

“Those being?”

“The power to make handsome demons with six eyes and long hair fall in love with me.” Douam smiled, all teeth. Kokushibou let out a huff of a laugh.

“You don’t need a boa to do that.” He reached out, taking Douma’s chin in his hand with a quirk of his lips. “You’ve had me for a long, long time.”

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #douma #kokushibou #kokudouma #fluff #feather boas #I'm really digging this ship holy-#We're vibing now :D #12 moons #upper moons

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davilasinfiltro · 1 month

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In which hellaverse!skephalo sold their souls to each other and learn about soul chains

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Also happy birthday @bagelrites !

“Careful, Skeppy!!”

A red chain suddenly shoots out of Bad’s hand and wraps around Skeppy’s wrist, saving him from walking into a puddle of some poor sinner’s blood slicking up the brimstone.

“Oh thanks Bad, wait what the fuck?”

They stare at the glowing shackle fitting snugly around Skeppy’s wrist for a beat before interrupting each other.

“Uhh—“

“When could you do this? How do you take it off?” Skeppy flails the chain that’s still in Bad’s grasp. “Are we just, like, stuck together now?” His tail sways in apprehension.

“Skeppy, calm down. I’m sure I can just—“ Bad lets go of the chain and instantly it fizzles away. “See? You can calm your muffins.”

“Okay, but what was that? Is it like one of your demon powers?” Skeppy rubs his wrist where the shackle was. It left a slightly cold sensation that actually felt pleasant compared to Hell’s heat.

“I mean. Probably yes? Maybe I have more powers I haven’t found yet”

“Here. Grab that light pole with your chain thingy.”

With an outstretched hand, Bad reaches for the light pole but no chain appears in his hand. He throws his hand out over and over but nothing happens except looking like he’s attempting using Jedi force.

Skeppy giggles at Bad’s increasing frustration. “Dude, maybe you’re just bad at this.”

“Oh, be quiet. It worked when I did it to you.”

Without much thought, he tries to manifest the chain on Skeppy again and this time it latches onto his neck, throwing him off balance so he falls to the ground kneeling in front of Bad with a small yell. Their eyes meet and Bad comes up with the awful thought that Skeppy looks very pretty like this. The slight glow of the chain reflects in his diamond embedded skin and in his eyes. His deep brown eyes looking up at him wide with surprise.

“Look who’s staying quiet…” Bad teases with a low voice. Skeppy flushes hot across his face. Stupid chain thingy and Bad’s stupid smile driving him insane. He’s about to stand up when Bad tugs on the chain and brings him back to the floor so he’s on his hands and knees now. The shiver that runs through his body is obvious but he hopes that Bad ignores it. He looks up at Bad and tugs at the shackle around his neck.

“Okay Bad I’m sorry… you’re good at this. Now can you take it off, please?”

Being able to bring Skeppy to his knees whenever Bad wanted does something funny to his gut. Not only because of the immense satisfaction of getting Skeppy to stop teasing him and apologize, but also seeing him in such a… subservient pose. The chain around Skeppy’s neck commands respect and— it finally clicks in his head.

The chain disappears from Skeppy’s neck and he gets up from the ground, brushing off the debris from his hands on his pants.

“Skeppy, I don’t think this is one of my demon powers.”

“Huh? What do you mean.”

“I think it’s part of the soul deal we made… since I technically own your soul. I have a sort of, control over you.”

“Ohhh… OH! Wait so—“

Skeppy reaches towards Bad’s neck and a light blue chain snaps close around it.

“Agh, Skeppyyy!” Bad grabs the chain to relieve some tension before he can fall face first into the ground. Skeppy laughs at having a tall scary demon leaning forwards precariously from a chain around his neck whining at him.

“I’m so going to have fun with this.” Skeppy wraps the chain around his hand to shorten the length and bring Bad’s face closer to him. Bad grumbles and pushes Skeppy’s cheek playfully with a large clawed hand.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I’m starting to regret selling my soul to you.”

“Aww too bad I’m not giving it back. It’s mine forever.”

“Nooo!” Bad says with a big smile on his face. He summons a chain around Skeppy’s neck. “I guess I’m stuck with you.”

Skeppy swallows hard around the shackle constricting his neck lovingly.

“Yeah you are.”

#AND THEN THEY F-#skephalo #skephalo fic #crossover

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frogandbird · 19 days

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turbol writing prompties???

-fears 😟😖😣 -turrl tots 🐢🐢🐢🐢 -birthdayys!!!!! 🎂🎁🥳🎉🎈 -practice ⚔️🤺🥷 -rat dad 🐀🧀

have fun!!!!! (≧▽≦)

ok hi! you are one of my favorite people now please know this! i am working on doing all five of these, but i can only answer this once so your getting the one im already done. ill link things as they finish + a03 posts.

Tumbler: [Fears], [Turtle Tots], [Birthdays!], [You are here!], [Rat Dad]

A03: [Fears], [Turtle Tots], [Birthdays!], [Practice], [Rat Dad]

Practice - Rise/2018 - 1K

Leo sat entirely amused by his older brother's antics. The stepping turtle was walking around the dojo, switching weapons from normal racks to the other brothers' spots.

Raph roamed around as Leo spoke “Is this another one of your training ideas?” He asked

Raph snorted, “It’s not dumb.”

Leo raised an eyeridge. “What the hell are we doing then?”

“Language. And we are swapping weapons today.” Raph pulled Donnies bō from the rack, putting his own tonfā in its place.

Leo leaned back on the beanbag, still watching.

“So a disaster, got it.”

“We gotta be ready in case something happens Leon.” Raph turned, face all serious. “Shredder is still out there-“

Leo waved one hand. “Not really bro, he's done and dealt with.”

Raph raised an eyeridge, but sighed. “If you think so. Still, it's better to be ready then not.”

Leo groaned, missing the grin that came over Raphs face.

“So ya don't want to see what happens when I give donnie two blunt weapons instead of one?”

Leo bolted up, his own grin spreading on his face. “Oh that I want to see.”

Raph laughed as Donnie and Mikey came into the dojo, both giving him confused looks.

Leo waved them off, pushing himself out of the beanbag. He grinned as he grabbed Mikey's kusari-fundo, spinning it around.

Mikey squacked, but Raph put an arm out before the box could lunge at him.

“We're doing a thing today big man.” Raph snorted as Mikey glared at him. “Will you cheer up if I give you something sharp?”

“Wait, that’s mine!” Leo yelped as Mikey scrambled over Raphs arm, grabbing Leo's sword off the wall.

"There mine now fucko!” Mikey grinned, leaning on the sword the same as Leo often did.

“Language.” Raph and Donnie spoke at the same time, though neither had any heat to it. Both Mikey and Leo rolled their eyes.

Donnie took the tonfā, then looked back at Raph. “You just switched our weapons.”

Raph shrugged. “yep.”

“Why.”

“‘Cus.”

“Groan.”

— — —

Leo stood opposite Mikey, kusari-fundo in hand. He grinned, moving to mimicking one of Mikey's lower stances. He held the longer part in one hand, chain wrapped around his other wrist.

Mikey stood, ohidi in hand. He had a wider stance, sword held up in the same pose Leo often took. Mikey was grinning, head tilted down, spots glowing slightly.

“Alright you two,” Raph called out, pausing to make sure he had their attention. “No nimpo, normal training rules apply. play nice now.”

Mikey giggled as Leo nodded. Leo was only slightly nervous about putting a blade in Mikey’s hands, but oh well. It was too late now.

Raph held up one hand. “Three.”

Raph folded down his thumb as the pair turned to face each other. “Two.”

Raph folded another finger down. “One.”

Raph dropped his hand. “Go!”

Leo jumped back as Mikey lunged forward, a mad cackle escaping them.

Leo laughed as he held up the chain to block the sword as it came down the first time. the little shit had gone straight for his head.

Leo de-tangled his hand, flinging it forward to wrap around his sword as Mikey tried to jump back.

Mikey, of course, got away faster than Leo could act. Mikey grinned, still giggling like the little demon he was.

Leo rolled his eyes, flinging the chain forward. It stopped short of mikey.

They both paused. Leo could feel one eye twitch. Mikey snorted after a moment.

“Dude, that was so bad.” Mikey looked ready to explode with laughter.

“Shut up.” Leo groaned, grabbing the chain and coiling it back up.

“Wanna try again?” Mikey teased, still giggling.

Leo rolled his eyes, attempting Mikey's move once again.

This time he caught the blade. He grinned. Mikey groaned.

Leo laughed as he yanked Mikey forward.

Mikey smiled, letting go of the blade.

Leo yelped. He dropped Mikey’s kusari-fundo as he jumped back, not wanting to get cut by his own blade <i>again</i>.

Raph just sighed as Donnie let out a small laugh.

Leo turned to raph. "Hey, I got Dee to laugh.” He grinned.

Raph had an amused look on his face, no matter the shake of the head and the flick of the tail Leo got.

“Yeah sure.” Raph waved them forward, not able to hide his laugh.

Leo and Mikey shared a grin, grabbing their respective weapons and running over to stand next to Donnie and Raph.

Raph gave Leo a pat on the shoulder as they traded spots, bō in his other hand. Donnie's wooden bō was in the lab, the snapper not daring to train with the metal one lest he face Donnies wrath.

Donnie and Raph stood opposite, both standing straight. Donnie moved to bow, Raph following suit not half a second later.

Leo rolled his eyes, raising one hand to mimic what Raph had done just a few minutes before.

The older pair didn’t seem to need it, Raph lunging forward with bō ready to strike.

Donnie brought his hands up after a second hesitation, absorbing what little of the blow they hadn't been able to avoid.

Raph stepped back, raising the bō. He shook his head, dropping it back into a more neutral stance.

Donnie took this chance to lunge forward, fist raised to try and pounce Raph in the chest.

Raph stepped to the side, grabbing Donnies hand and pushing him aside.

Donnie spun as he landed, the other fist managing to make contact into Raph’s shoulder.

Raph grunted, bringing the bō down to bonk Donnie on the head.

Donnie stepped back, hissing.

Raph snorted, moving back to prepare for another strike.

Donnie leapt forward, managing to land another blow on raph.

Raph related by tripping the soft shell, bō coming down, stopping just at Donnie's throat.

Raph grinned, Donnie sighing.

Raph offered a hand, pulling Donnie up in one movement.

Mikey leaned over to Leo, mumbling. “Now I feel bad for messing around.”

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, but they train more.”

Mikey nodded as Raph congratulated donnie. “That’s true.”

Leo shrugged. “wanna go again?”

Mikey giggled. “Sure!”

#rottmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #birdboys asks #i love these little menaces #birdboys writing

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kivaember · 30 days

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Which scenes did I find funny when writing...

Ohhh I have quite a few! But if I had to pick, it'd tied between two scenes: the P5 Necroprancer fic I wrote as a parody horseboy Goro fic, and the Freud thinking Rusty and O'Keeffe are boyfriends in Decoding. (You can check out the Necroprancer fic here!)

Choice scene from Necroprancer:

“... to be honest,” the necromancer said after a long pause, “I’m tempted to do it for free. This is going to be a disaster and I want to see how it plays out.” Goro frowned. “People kick up a fuss when you enter undead animals into competitions,” Akira clarified. “But it’s not against the rules,” Goro said. “Oh, it isn’t,” Akira agreed. “But people complain regardless. Pitchforks and torches get involved, sometimes, that’s always fun.” Goro was unmoved. “I’m not afraid to shank people to defend my victory.” “Jesus Christ,” Akira said, and shook his head, “Well, if you’re sure, I have a list of items I need to start the ritual.” The necromancer procured a shopping list on his phone, and it went something like this: a handful of daisies, a dash of ginger, a human heart, something that was redacted, and the corpse in question you wanted to reanimate. “Why the daisies and ginger?” Goro asked. “Daisies for fortitude and ginger for strength,” Akira answered. “You need to fortify the horse’s spirit and its body for the reanimation process. It’s, uh, kinda rough of them.” Goro eyed him suspiciously. “Body parts fall off,” Akira admitted guiltily. “Sometimes.” “Loki needs all four legs,” Goro said very severely. “I’ll use extra ginger,” Akira mumbled, and annotated that on his phone. Next was the human heart. Normally, such things were expensive and difficult to procure, as you had to deal with the black market for such things (or be willing to get your hands dirty). Akira only began to explain the potential avenues Goro could take to procure a heart when the rider waved him off with a “oh, I have one spare.” “You have one… spare,” Akira repeated. “Well, we’ll need to dig it up first,” Goro amended, and pointed towards the edge of his paddock. “Over there, the hunter that shot my horse. I buried him in a shallow grave. His heart should be sort of fresh.” Akira stared at him for a moment. “You’re a little scary,” the necromancer finally said. “And I deal with demons on a daily basis.” “If this frightens you, then perhaps you should stick to reanimating dead pets,” Goro sneered, and started for the shallow grave. “Come on. Help me dig this trash up.”

And choice scene from Decoding:

Freud leaned forwards, as if imparting a great secret, and said: “I know what you are…” Rusty’s heart stuttered to a halt. It had been easy to forget in the moment, but Freud was still a threat. It didn’t matter what hidden depths there were, what unhealthy level of power Arquebus exercised over Freud’s life - in the end, he was intelligent and dangerous, fixated on Rusty with an interest that threatened to ruin almost ten years of hard work. Rusty had lowered his guard, thoughtlessly forgotten the threat he posed, and he was paying the price now. He’d likely known from the beginning, hadn’t he? That Rusty was a spy. From the moment he had appeared in front of his apartment that morning, Freud had been watching and waiting, missing nothing, and had waited until now, until a seemingly loyal member of Arquebus was seated next to them to voice his suspicions - with no way of knowing how O’Keeffe would handle this. This wasn’t some random guy, this was Freud. O’Keeffe couldn’t just blow off Freud. O’Keeffe would do what was necessary for him to survive, and he had told him plainly that if Rusty fucked himself over, there’d be no help from that corner. He was fucked. So utterly fucked. Rusty felt all the blood drain from his face as he processed his inevitable failure, his vision going strangely grey. He stared, wide-eyed and pale and barely breathing, as Freud said the damning words of: “...you’re O’Keeffe’s boyfriend.” Rusty opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “...what?” he croaked. “You’re O’Keeffe’s boyfriend,” Freud said solemnly - heavily. Almost disappointed, really. He wasn’t smiling. His mouth was downturned into a slight pout, and his eyes were dark and morose. He didn’t look vindicated at potentially catching Rusty in the act of distasteful fraternisation, though. If anything, he looked like he’d regretted saying anything at all, his expression falling into a very rare and somewhat unnerving pout. “Boyfriend,” Rusty repeated distantly, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. “Boyfriend.” “Boyfriend,” O’Keeffe echoed, lacking any and all emotion. “Boyfriend.” Freud nodded seriously. “Boyfriend.” They all stared at each other in total silence. “............I have standards.” Was literally the only thing Rusty could think to say. “And he doesn’t meet them.”

#fanfic ramblings #ask game #i really do enjoy writing comedy scenes #especially in serious fic sometimes #bc you need that relieving of tension or just a breather in general #can't keep cranking the tension without some relief ya know?

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Lord and Lady

I was showing @zozo-01 a drawing I was working on and the poses I found in the app looked good together even if they weren’t the vibes for the characters that I wanted, but I realized they were really good poses for an Imperium version of them. 3.5k words (This one is featuring my OC for Morgan’s listener, Everly, because I have cover art lower in the post!) (Part 2)

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Baaabe

Asher growled in frustration, crumpling up a paper and hurling it into the fireplace as hard as he could, where it shriveled up and vanished. “This is pointless,” he grumbled. “The demon who wrote this—this Avior—” he shook a piece of paper with the demon’s name on it. “—is right. There’s no way to get the word out. The imperium controls all the media and if anyone finds out the information came from a demon, no one would believe it.”

I sighed and leaned back on the threadbare sofa of the pack den. “There’s gotta be some way.” I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off a headache. “Someone with no love left for the Imperium but a lot of power in the Imperium... Asher?”

The shifter’s eyes had glazed over, but he was staring at me. “There is one. High-ranking. Everyone knows he hates the Imperium, but he’s too powerful to mess with. They say even the King-Imperial is scared of him.”

“So... someone way out of our league, then.”

Asher made a face. “Technically... yes. But... remember Milo’s mate?”

“The Stealth?”

He nodded. “Yeah. They’re the most powerful Stealth in the country. And this guy values power. He tried to recruit them at one point. If they were to make an introduction... vouch for us... I am still the alpha of the largest shifter pack in Dahlia. We might be able to score an audience with him.”

“Do you think this guy will listen to us?”

Asher picked at his nails. His amber eyes caught the warm incandescent light and turned gold. “Only way to know is to try. But... I think he might.”

“Why?”

“He knows what’s coming. He has to.”

“Huh?”

Asher met my gaze. When had he looked away? “He’s a Seer. And he’s Obscura.”

I swore under my breath. No wonder the King-Imperial was scared of him. The king could surround himself with as many Seers as he damn well pleased and would never know something was coming for him from a Seer Obscura.

Asher pulled out his phone and dialed a number. I recognized the name of Milo’s mate as it auto-filled. “Hey. I need you to figure out how to get in touch with Lord Morgan Kyne.”

—

Everly

I perched lightly on the arm of Morgan’s chair, crossing my ankles, regarding the man in front of us thoughtfully, head tilted just slightly to the side to keep my hair out of my face.

“What do you think, gumdrop?” Morgan asked, running the back of one knuckle down my bare thigh that my dress left exposed. He barely glanced at me, bottomless ocean blue eyes piercing right into my soul, as they always did.

I flicked my gaze back to the man in the reception room. “I think he needs to take some time to cool off.” I glanced at one of the guards at the back of the room. “Put him on ice. Two hours should do the trick, don’t you think, darling?” I leaned just slightly against Morgan’s shoulder.

“A perfect decision, as always, my dear,” Morgan replied. He waved for the guard to come forward.

Xavier wasted no time in cooling the man off and dragging the popsicle out of the room. Morgan chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist.

Once the door was shut, he relaxed a little. I reached up and brushed a few fingers into the glossy black hair on the back of his head. He gave me that wicked smile of his that made my heart flutter. “Oh, my dear Everly, you really are vicious, you know that?”

I smirked at him. “I learned from the best, darling.” I hooked one finger under his chin, drew it up, popped a kiss on his smiling mouth, flicked my finger out from under his chin, and slid off the arm of his chair, moving toward the door at the back of the reception room.

It burst open before I could reach it. “Sir!” a young voice exclaimed.

“What is it, Wexler?” Morgan asked sharply as I backed up to stand beside his chair again. Ever the dutiful lieutenant.

Nate held out a piece of paper as he came around to the front of the chair. I could see the format of a printed email on it. “Remember that Stealth you tried to recruit a few years ago?”

“That powerful one down in Dahlia? Who refused to leave on account of their shifter mate?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Obviously. What about them?”

“They reached out to us. Their mate’s alpha would like an audience with you. They vouched for him.”

Morgan held out a hand. Wexler passed the paper over. I read the email over Morgan’s shoulder, putting one hand on his back and rubbing between his shoulder blades.

“What do you think?” Morgan asked, looking up at me. No mask of ruthlessness painted over his features. Just genuine curiosity.

I flicked my hair out of my face. “I will admit to being curious,” I said. “The wording of this feels... urgent. Why don’t we hear him out?”

“Very well.” He passed the paper back to Wexler. “Respond and agree. Pick an appointment time.”

Wexler bowed. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He scurried out of the room. The door shut loudly behind him.

“Mm... you frighten him,” I remarked.

“I should,” Morgan replied with a scoff. “You’d scare him even more if he knew you weren’t actually an Illusory.”

“Mmhmm.” I went to follow Nate back through the door.

“Miss Tanner. I didn’t say you could go.”

I rolled my eyes, an amused smile on my face. “Then come with me. We have an hour or so before our next appointment. Might as well make some good use of that time, huh?” I winked at him, backing up toward the door.

Morgan’s wicked smirk turned lascivious. “Mm. Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I like to keep my lord in suspense,” I teased as he stood from his chair and strode toward me.

—

Asher

This wasn’t the first time Asher had presented himself before high-ranking members of the Imperium. Even before he became the alpha, he’d been before powerful people. Usually standing on David’s right side and slightly behind as the second-in-command.

He kept the unempowered human behind him as they strode into the... audience chamber.

“Make this worth my time, alpha,” a voice ordered.

“I’ll do my best, Lord Kyne,” Asher replied.

At the far end of the room, on a large red-and-mahogany chair, sat Lord Morgan Kyne. Seer Obscura. His hair was cold black, almost blue in the light. His eyes were deep blue and Asher knew they were looking at more than just him, here and now. He and the woman beside his chair were fair of complexion. Neither of their skins blemished by scars. Asher wasn’t ashamed of his scars, but the wolf lurking just beneath his skin raged at the idea that the Imperium didn’t leave everyone hurt.

Asher focused on the woman beside the throne-like chair. She was petite. Not much taller than five-feet. A shock of long hair tumbled down past her hips, pure white despite the obvious youth in her face. Her eyes were even darker blue than Lord Kyne’s—so deep they were practically violet. Though, perhaps that was an optical illusion given the short, satin dress she wore was a dark purple. Speaking of illusions... her aura was that of an Illusory.

Asher hated himself for bowing, but he did it anyway. A sign of respect for a man who could do much worse things than just throw him and the unempowered human beside him out of the building. They bowed too, looking less awkward about it. They were probably used to it.

Asher’s blood boiled again.

“Lord Kyne,” Asher began. “If I may, I requested to speak with you alone.”

“We are alone.” Lord Kyne gestured to the lack of guards in the room.

Asher’s eyes flicked to the woman as he tried to figure out how to politely ask the lord to get her to leave.

Morgan Kyne’s gaze followed. He smirked. “Ah,” he said. He looked back to Asher. “She stays. She is my lieutenant—and the only person on this godforsaken plane that I trust.”

“Trust isn’t something that’s been afforded to me,” Asher remarked.

“Well. Let’s just say Everly and I have a lot in common. Now stop wasting my time, alpha. Get to the point, or get out,” Morgan snapped.

Asher wanted to growl, but managed to keep it down. He glanced at the unempowered human behind him. They nodded reassuringly. He looked back to Morgan and... Everly, was it?

“The Meridian is going to collapse,” he said.

Everly’s face was completely calm. “We know,” she said.

“And you’re not concerned?” Asher asked sharply. “We’re all going to die if it falls!”

“Watch your tone,” Morgan snapped.

It was harder for Asher to keep the wolf in his chest from rearing its head.

—

Everly

I watched the unempowered human set a hand on the small of the shifter’s back. The contact seemed to calm him down. An easy smirk began to spread up my face. I managed not to chuckle, but only barely.

How quaint. In a world that was going to Hell in a handbasket, a human and a shifter had fallen in love.

Though, according to the future stretched out ahead of them, neither had admitted it yet. They would, apparently, in just about every possibility. But hadn’t yet.

“What would you have me do?” Morgan asked the alpha.

Who took a step forward. “Get the word out! Tell everyone that we’re all going to die within the next few years—max—if we don’t put sanctions on magic usage. Start putting some pressure on the King-Imperial to do the same. He’s scared of you—he’ll listen to you.”

I watched the amber eyes of the shifter seem to glow.

“And if I don’t?” Morgan continued blithely.

“Then all the power and Sight in the world won’t keep us all from dissolving the second the Meridian collapses,” the alpha snarled. “Everything you’ve built will come undone and humanity will be at an end. Can’t enjoy your wealth and power when we’re all dead!”

“Mind your tone,” Morgan said, not rising to the bait. The deathly calm in his voice caught the alpha’s attention. His amber eyes flicked to me. I stared back at him with an impassive expression. I doubted he could even feel my magic burning, Seeing his future. Non-Seers never really could tell when a hidden Seer was using their Sight, I’d noticed.

The alpha looked back to Morgan. “Talk to the King-Imperial. Put some pressure on him to limit magic usage long enough to save the Meridian. The only way to save our plane of existence is to reduce the amount of magic constantly being ripped from Aria.”

Morgan glanced at me. “Gumdrop?” He held an arm out. I sat on his lap, the way he drew me closer to him, and looked at the alpha. “What do you think, my dear?”

I tilted my head, letting my hair fall away from my face. “Is this a cause you believe in, alpha?”

“When my pack calls me that, it’s a sign of respect. Why does it sound like an insult from you two?”

I smirked. “Years of practice,” I replied. “Is this a cause you’re willing to die for, alpha?”

“It’s a cause we’ll all die for,” he retorted.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” I surged off of Morgan’s lap and flared my magic. Illusory blades started spinning in the air as real fire ignited on the floor. The shifter alpha grabbed the unempowered human—who had been decidedly quiet, despite the look of defiance and fury I’d seen on their face—to his chest, holding them close. Protectively.

“Everly,” Morgan warned. “You’re going to give yourself away.”

“He’s close, darling,” I whispered. “His threads are on the cusp.”

“This is the wrong way to go about it.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I hissed.

I stepped closer, drawing the ring of fire closer to the alpha and his human. The room started to warm up, feeling came back into my bare toes that had gone numb hours ago.

“Are you willing to die for this cause, alpha?” I repeated.

“Leave them alone, they didn’t ask for this!” the alpha said, indicating the human in his arms.

“Are you willing to die for them—and their cause?” I asked.

Morgan hopped off the chair and yanked me back toward him by my elbow. “That’s enough, Everly.”

I dropped the fire and the illusions.

The alpha stared at me. “How did you do that?” he asked breathlessly, coughing on smoke and rubbing the human’s back. “An Illusory shouldn’t be able to use that much fire magic.”

I shrugged. “You’ll figure it out tonight when you stub your toe on the desk in your hotel room,” I replied.

The alpha took the human’s hand. “C’mon. We’re wasting our time and theirs. We’ll figure something else out.” He started to storm toward the door.

“It worked,” I whispered.

“Wait,” Morgan called. A snap of his fingers made iron bars spring from the floor in front of the door.

The shifter looked like he was going to take on his wolf form and pry the bars apart with his bare paws if he had to.

“Tell him, darling,” I said to Morgan.

“The threads of your future shifted, Asher,” Morgan said.

—

Baaabe

Asher turned around, slowly. “What?” he ground out.

“When you walked in here, you were determined, and the most likely outcome of your future was a fight to save our reality,” Morgan explained. I tightened my grip on Asher’s hand.

“And now?”

“Now your future strayed toward the likelihood of being willing to die for that fight.” Morgan folded his arms. The white-haired woman—Everly, Lord Kyne had called her—leaned against his shoulder. “It was that willingness that we were looking for. Because that’s the conviction of someone who truly believes in the cause they fight for. And the only thing worth our time.”

Asher looked like he was going to lose his temper any second. I let go of his hand and wrapped my arms around him to stop him from shaking with fury. “Asher,” I whispered. “Don’t.”

Everly was watching us with those dark eyes of hers, violet in the deep light. There was something I couldn’t fathom in her gaze. Her impassive expression held the barest trace of a grin.

Morgan Kyne leaned back against his lieutenant. “Everly, my dear,” he said, not looking at her while regarding us. “How does it sound to play a little game with our... old friend, the King-Imperial?”

That trace of a grin turned into a wicked smirk. “It sounds delightful, my darling. I think I know just the pressure point to squeeze on him.” She examined her nails. One closer peek revealed to me that they were heavily bitten, not as perfectly-manicured as I’d expect from someone in her position. She finally met Morgan’s gaze, raising a finger and running it lightly over her bottom lip. “Xavier!” she called.

A guard slipped through a hidden door in the wall. He was about as tall as Asher and similarly-built. Toned, but not so muscular that it looked uncomfortable. Athletic but agile. He stood at attention, not looking at either Asher or me, but I could tell he’d clocked us and sized us up the second he entered the room. His eyes were the frostiest blue I’d ever seen.

“Escort these two back to their hotel,” Everly ordered. “With all the perks that entails.”

Asher pushed himself between me and the guard. “I can keep us both safe. I’m an alpha, for God’s sake.”

Everly smiled wickedly. “Nevertheless, you’re playing with the big kids now, Asher. Xavier, don’t let them out of your sight.”

“Yes, my lady,” he replied. He looked at us. “Come with me.”

Asher looked like he wasn’t going to agree, but I tightened my grip on him. “Asher. Let’s go with it for now.”

He ground his jaw. “Fine.”

We followed Xavier out of the audience chamber as the bars lowered back into the floor.

Xavier stuck with us through the city as we made our way back to the hotel. Lord Morgan Kyne didn’t live in Dahlia, despite most people of significant power staying close to the King-Imperial, but the flight had been short.

At the hotel, Xavier stopped us before we got to the elevators, instead taking us to the front desk. He leaned against the wood, and I saw ice crystals gathering on it around his touch. A Fire Contra-Elemental. “Good afternoon,” he said, good-naturedly. “Lord Morgan Kyne sends his regards, and asked for the perks for these two.” He gestured to me and Asher, setting an ID badge on the table, proving he was really with Lord Kyne.

The desk manager went a bit green around the gills. “Of course, sir.” She swallowed and looked at the two of us. “We’ll get your bags moved to the new rooms right away.”

“Wait, what—” Asher started to protest.

Xavier winked at the woman as she handed him a pair of key cards and whisked back to us. “Follow me,” he said.

He took us to the elevators and hit the button for the top floor. “What’s going on?” Asher growled, taking my hand protectively. “What did Kyne and that woman mean?”

“Lord Kyne and Lady Tanner like to... protect their friends, shall we say.”

“Meaning?”

“You’ll see.”

We rode the rest of the elevator shaft in silence, though I could tell Asher was about to vibrate out of his skin with irritation. I squeezed his hand again.

Xavier led us down the hall to a pair of doors. He handed us each a key card. “Like Her Ladyship said, you’re playing with the big kids now,” he said. “Go on. They open up into each other, if you’re worried.” He chuckled as I tentatively approached the door he indicated, Asher going to the other.

The suite that opened up in front of me was grander than anything I’d ever seen in my life. Unempowered humans didn’t tend to be afforded much luxury in the Imperium.

“What the hell...” Asher sounded astounded. And I remembered the threadbare furniture back in Dahlia at the den. Shifters weren’t afforded luxury either.

Xavier chuckled. “Get some good sleep. I’ll come get you both in the morning for a proper meeting with Lord Kyne and Lady Tanner.”

“Great,” Asher muttered sarcastically.

We ducked into the rooms and shut the doors. I crossed immediately to the one that would open up the suites to each other and yanked my side of the door open. His door didn’t have a knob on my side. I knocked. His side opened. “You really think this is gonna work?” I asked. “Do you trust them?”

“Kyne and that woman? No. But I have to trust that they’ll keep their word. Both have a reputation for doing so. No matter what that promise is.”

“Who is that woman, anyway?”

“Apparently, his right-hand. And probably lover.” He waved me into his suite and gestured toward a sofa. I sat down on it. “Whether there’s any real love between them is none of my business. If there is it’s twisted. You saw what they were like.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Not uncomfortable at all.”

He snorted. “No kidding.” He moved to the small, but full kitchen in the suite—and slammed his toe right into the desk between the living area and the kitchen. “Motherf—” He cut himself off. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“Everly—her aura read as an Illusory. But she said I’d figure out why her fire magic was so strong when I came back to the hotel and stubbed my toe on the desk.”

“Uh... okay?”

“She’s not an Illusory. She’s another Seer!” Asher swore, throwing his hands in the air. “No wonder she and Kyne get along so well! They’re both Seers! They can both learn any magic at a specialist level. She just hides what she is—it’s a damn power play and we fell right for it.”

“Does it change anything?”

“No. But no wonder they scare the King-Imperial so much. They could overthrow him in one night,” Asher said. He scuffed his fingers through his hair. “This just got a whole lot more complicated.”

“It’ll be okay, Asher. We’re still fighting. And those two seem like they’re going to help. Even if they’re just doing it to spite the King-Imperial.”

He gave me a soft look. “Yeah. We’ll keep fighting.”

I love you, I thought. I don’t know how to say it yet. But I’ve fallen in love with you. I’m not just fighting for our reality, anymore. I’m fighting for a proper future with you. Would you want that? If we save our world, would you spend your life with me? The way I want to spend mine with you?

“So... what’s next?”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Imperium #Redacted Morgan #Redacted Seer Obscura #Morgan #Redacted Asher #Redacted Babe #Asher #Babe #featuring #Xavier #Starlit Fic

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kingsholomon · 2 years

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UNFINISHED FIC / WILL NEVER FINISH / TIRED OF SEEING THIS NONESENSE IN MY DRAFTS

Late into the evening, the brothers have all gone to their respective activitites.

Lucifer back to his paperwork, Mammon looking around the house for what to sell, Leviathan crouched in his gaming chair, Satan and Belphie plotting their next plan to take down Lucifer, Asmodeus trying on different makeup looks, and Beelzebub working out.

Their natural habitat, the house of lamentation, was a big and historic lot. Yet even so, the brothers always find a way to each other, for good, or for worse.

The many clocks in the house tick and tock in unison. The halls are empty, and quiet. Something quite rare for the brothers.

Leviathan sat in his ocean blue tinted room, his back in a C formation, slouched in front of his TV. Henry swam happily in his abnormally long tank while Levi focused heavily on his game. Eating junk food and unhealthy candies was his go-to while “pro gaming”, he even refused to go to sleep or go eat if he was in the middle of something involving his gadgets.

The clicking of the controller and the filter of henry’s was the only noise in the room, only to be interrupted why the swing of Leviathans door.

He doesn’t notice, his sound-proof headphones make him zone out easier than other ones do.

The brother who opened the door stood there, leaning against the doorway, waiting for Levi to turn his head and scream.

That brother didn’t have to wait long. Levi intensely pushed the buttons in a spur of the moment before the screan flashed red with the big words “GAME OVER” plastered over it.

Leviathan sighed, and took off his headphones to stretch.

“Leviathan.” A deep, but steady tone called out.

Levi lets out the most mammon-like yelp before turning around to face the intruder; Lucifer.

Lucifer? Isn’t he supposed to be doing his work? What does he have to do with silly little levi?

“Oh, Lucifer?” Levi said once he gained composure. “What did you need?”

Lucifer lets out a huff, and pulls himself off the door frame. He stands at the still open door with his arms crossed and his eyebrows knotted, a signiture Lucifer-esque pose.

Except the angry face eventually drops after a few seconds of silence. Lucifers face bends in a way leviathan had never seen before: calm, neutral.

The pride demon opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a certain loud mouth crashing into him from behind.

“”Mammmmonnnnn……” Lucifer said less venomously than usual after he stumbles forward, hitting Levi’s bed… thing.

“What? I saw all my favorite bros hangin’ out and I wanted to see what’s up!”

“Ugh. Just sit down somewhere and shut up. Close the door, idiot.” Lucifer retaliated.

It was a sight for Leviathan to see his older brothers get along so well. He wonders if that was how it was like in the celestial realm before he was even around.

Mammon happily obeyed Lucifers order and sat cross-legged (criss cross applesauce) beside Leviathan. He jokingly hit him and they bantered for a moment before Lucifer “throat cleared” them into silence.

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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"Hey, Al, lemme ask ya somethin'." Angel's standing with the radio demon, hands behind his back. "Does, uh, is yer no touching rule still standin?" He's genuinely curious, head tilting. "I was jus' wonderin' if yer ever gonna let anyone close. Get t' know ya more. Say, someone like me??" ( -yeeetttttss- :'3 )

| Muse interaction

Radio crackling static was being let out as Alastor tried to keep off to himself keeping his personal space as well his personal space. Sure here and there he may break into others and invaded thier own. But that said more about how little he valued the same rules for others than himself. Outside Angel Dust of course, the spider demon didn't seem to even be spooked by Alastor. Who couldn't be scared of the fable radio demon even the princess held some reservations about him. Then again he had overheard they knew nothing about him not even through reputation alone.

They just didn't know how to fear him and that slightly annoyed Alastor..but also didn't? Angel was one of few demons who could be so blunt and casual with him standing beside him now as he was pretending to not notice them. Playing with his monocle wiping off the smudges over the glass lens. Side eyeing them beside him he could tell they had something to say. Some others wouldn't even dare to speak up, some may wait to seem as if they were noticed by him Angel now he just went and got his attention when they wanted.

"Hey, Al, lemme ask ya somethin'."

hands behind thier back, Angel wasn't posing any kind of threat not even to her personal space. it was enough to draw Alastor into humor what they might ask. Glass set back over his eye as he simply turned to face them, they may have his attention he guesses.

"Does, uh, is yer no touching rule still standing?"

Al slightly lifted a brow smile still on display as he listened clearly curious himself as Angel went and tlits their own head. That was interesting he half expected some dumb sex joke to come out of that mouth.

"I was jus' wonderin' if yer ever gonna let anyone close. Get t' know ya more. Say, someone like me??

That was interesting so to speak. The static around him seemed to fizzle out as he was looking them over smile growing wider. Trying to keep the more intimidated air of it on display. He hadn't said a word not just yet he was trying to see if they would fold or blow him off. Look this was hell, demons loved to side with stronger ones. Sure Alastor cared not for the war on a claim to land like many of the other overlord demands did. Wishing to rule over sections of areas of Pentgam City. But he still was called and given the title as one so why would a demon-like Angel want that? If that got in close and on his good side eh I made sense. Hell Alastair was sure him being at the Happy Hotel caused enough trouble as is. Well and fun for Alastair of course, but..maybe they didn't? Maybe that wasn’t their game here? They seemed to be generally asking? Strange.

"I suppose it would depend on their intent" letting his smile relax into more of a friendly one now static cleared out as he looked away from them. "After all having a target on my back doesn't always make it a smart choice to simple just let anywhere in close to me.” He went and explained. “Most demon are easy to read of course som shake the second they hear my name others grow hostile at the sight of my shadow” he was bragging over complaining "Then again most aren't brave enough to even talk back to me, I mean can you blame them? I am Alastor the Radio Demon after all." He went and bragged more before stepping away from them a little "Though I have to say speaking of someone like you?

Cane was set to the ground as he leaned on it a little, leaning in forwards towards Angle, giving them a half-lidded stare as he simply looked them over titled dropping his tone "You, my dear interest me very much."

The smile on his face hard to read because even Alastair wasn’t sure what he meant by that claim, of all that lived here after all it was Angel that caught his eye so speak. Shifting back to stand tall as he idly played with the mic on top his cane as he went on to speak and explain his point. “I do find it interesting how little you seem to fear me. Either you don't see me as a threat which is a poor insight on your part. Or you lack the brains to see how bad an idea it is." A playful jab to their midsection with his cane after saying that. Was the insult needed? well maybe not but when you've been around the block away you have to keep some cards at play. "Yet," a cracking to his laugh. “I will simply claim and call it out as you more being bold enough to just make an approach my way. Wonder how much the spider instincts in you run?” Turning around as he stroked at his chin.

“I have to say Angel you have done something none have before” he didn’t answer what it was but, it was that Angel truly left Alastair curious and unsure himself. Maybe he was just wanting to see how this would go, not like Angel was a threat to him. "Tell you want dear go ahead and try see if your able to get close to me. Because I may be interested in doing the same with you. After all not many can look me directly in the eye like you do and I find myself with piqued intrested now. Lucky for you no?"

#muse| alastor #gamblealife #[ A bleeding heart when seeing pink spiders - gamblealife]#muse interaction #stayed qeued #((and setting up another ship in the harbor to sail uwu))#((Al still gonna be al of course XD))

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sugarcoatednightshade · 28 days

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Truth or Dare With The Devil

D’lielaxiu groaned, obscuring its face behind a veil. “No way, no way am I gonna do it.”

“Oh, come on Li, don’t be such a bore!” Tex’s voice was barely audible over the chorus of laughter echoing around the room.

It protested without opening its mouth, still too embarrassed to show its face. D’lielaxiu didn’t even know why it’d let its mirror-kin drag him to this stupid party. It should have been at home! Studying for the upcoming exams. Speaking of which…

“I don’t even have my license! What if I get caught,” it shouted a little too loud, excited to have a valid excuse. “No way am I gonna wait another century to take the exam.”

That, at least, gave Tex pause. “They aren’t gonna catch you,” he said, though Li could taste the hesitation in his voice.

D’lielaxiu kept going, peeking out from its veil. “Besides, where would a mortal even get my summons? I don’t just give it out to anyone.” It glanced at Aingorah, who flushed. “It’s really a lame dare, if you think about it.”

It sat up straight, trying to project the air of confidence it had seen from its favorite professors. Li could smell desperate hope wafting off its shoulders, tried to ignore it. Maybe they won’t notice, and Tex’ll just choose a different dare.

Tex opened a mouth to speak but was cut off by a clap of thunder from Kha’ast. A small clap, compared to what Li had seen from their mirror-kin in class, but it loud enough to subdue Tex into silence.

Kha’ast leaned forward, “But that’s the point! The Authorities really only watch for license infractions in demons who actually, you know, have licenses. Right now, you’re basically untraceable.”

Aingorah leaned backwards in a casual pose. “Besides, I bet your record is squeaky clean. The Authorities don’t revoke permits for first time offenders.”

For the first time since the dare had been spoken, D’rheaxia spoke up. “You would know all about that, Gorah. How many strikes do you have now? Five?”

As Aingorah sputtered, D’lielaxiu studied its mirror-kin. Layers of feathers and sheer gauze, normally charmed to billow in an untraceable breeze, now lay flat. Yellow eyes, clearly visible from behind her own veil, narrowed. She looked undeniably smug, but mirror-sense let it see the hidden meaning within.

The way her feathers tilted meant question; this twisting of gauze, like a knife, meant attack; and her voice, too, allowed Li to guess at the target.

Li answered in the same mirror-code. Aloud, it continued to protest, only half caring as the argument devolved into accusations and insinuations.

Do you need me to step in, Rhea asked. It’s not a fair dare, they can’t ask you to break The Law.

He pitched his voice slightly lower, then sighed: If I decline, what then?

A hesitation in response, then a flex of talons beneath her cloak: you don’t have to impress them.

It shuddered, then adjusted its hood: I want to impress them. To anyone else, this would have been a terribly embarrassing confession. But Rhea was mirror-kin, born of the same reflection, and nothing between them was hidden.

Rhea side eyed it, gave him a look that said without code: My friends are jerks.

It stared back in admittance: still, I want their respect. It gave her a small smile: maybe it won’t be that bad.

“Oh alright, fine, I’ll do it!” There, Li had said it. There was no coming back now. A chorus of cheers and jeers went up around the room, the demon sitting next to it knocked its cup against it’s in congratulations.

Rhea, sitting on its other side, knocked its shoulder, said “I told you guys he wasn’t a coward!” Setting off a new round of cheers and drinks.

Someone passed D’lielaxiu a sheet of parchment. Li dragged a claw across it, carefully drawing its summoning circle. Drifting swirls that represented its Name intersected with generic warding and calling and dismissive sigils. It was a symbol that echoed deep within Li’s being. It has only ever drawn it once, in the privacy of a classroom; then, the paper had been destroyed almost immediately. Drawing it here, in front of a crowd it barely knew, Li couldn’t help but feel ashamed. Was it taking too long to draw it? What if everyone thought his Summons was lame?

Several more rounds of truth or dare passed before Li finished the outline. Then, it brought a paw behind the veil and bit into it. Mixed blood and spit dripped onto the parchment, which began to glow in the fifth dimension.

Rhea glanced over, nodding politely. Somewhere within her veil, a beak clacked with appreciation.

Truth or dare finally ended. D’lielaxiu made eye contact with Tex and Aingorah, who both began making their way over to it. Only a firm claw on its back kept it from taking a step backward.

She wasn’t looking at it, but Li heard Rhea whisper in its ear, “Do not back out now.”

Then she was gliding forward, greeting Tex with a nod and embracing Aingorah with two back wings.

Aingora smiled at her before leaning around to D’lielaxiu, “Oh, this is going to be so much fun! You’ll love the mortal plane, there’s always so much going on, it’s absolutely enchanting!”

“Yeah, I’ve never actually been.”

“I know,” she said. “It’s actually way more fun than they make it sound in school. I mean, most of those professors haven’t even been there in like, decades.”

Tex chimed in, “and even then, they only ever talk about politicians and stuff.”

Aingorah nodded, “Right, it’s all about politics and rules for them. If I didn’t want a license so bad, I’d’ve dropped out ages ago, it’s so boring.”

Involuntarily, Li felt itself begin to smile. Aingorah and Tex, annoying as they were, had a kind of infectious joy about them. Li passed forward the Summoning paper.

Aingorah nodded. “Perfect. I’ll run and drop this off somewhere, you should feel a call in just a week. Make sure you take it, it’ll hurt more if you try to resist.”

“Any other advice?”

This time, Tex answered. “No, but you gotta swear you’ll let us know what’s happening before you leave.” His gelatinous form rippled, dark ooze dripping from his mouth. “I wanna be there when you get back, to help acquaint the little mortal with how things work around here.”

Li shrunk deeper into its veil as Aingorah swatted him, “Don’t be gross, Tezerix.”

Ignoring the implications, Li signaled a question to Rhea. How was it supposed to answer the summons quickly while also alerting these ones.

“I’ll give you a tug when I feel Li leave,” she said to the group.

The two shrugged.

“Works for me,” Tex said.

“Same here,” said Aingorah. For a minute, they all stood in comfortable silence, thinking. “I’m gonna go get this delivered, you have any final requests before I go.”

Li sighed, “not really, I guess. Just make sure I’m not summoned by some rich asshole who thinks he’s better than me.”

Rhea shot him a look that caused Li to wince, suddenly sure it had revealed more about itself than it was supposed to. Was I too weak? Are people gonna think I can’t even stand up to an overconfident mortal, now?

But all Aingorah did was smile before flitting away, and Tex just sent it a sharp grin, patting its shoulder before going off to talk up his buddies.

Li turned towards D’rheaxia. “Was that… wrong of me to say? Should I have not specified anything?”

Rhea looked around before pulling it in. “No, no, it’s good that you had some kind of request, it shows them that you’re taking this dare seriously. It’s more like, uhm, I guess it’s just that…” she trailed off, looking for the right words. Li looked at her and was shocked to see that she was embarrassed.

“Well now that she knows you’re really okay with this, she’ll definitely be trying to match you up with someone she thinks is your type.”

Li blinked. “What?”

~~~

Woag i hope you enjoyed this absolute brainrot i spat out in like an hour. if youre curious its based off of this dpxdc post I saw earlier today by @undercookedcatgut. it/what i wrote felt a little too ooc for danny, in any au i can think of. like that boy is waaay too nice to kidnap and marry an innocent bystander for the bit idc who dared him to do it.

#danny phantom - kinda #long post #original fiction #so i really like this idea and will definitely continue it. expect more in like. another hour #also in case youre curious: i envision Li being mostly catlike (with a faceveil very similar to narinder in cotl)#Rhea is a cross between a bird and a squid #Aingorah i think looks like what most humans imagine when they think devil. reddish skin. horns. spiked tail. incredible tits.#Tex is funny to be because he is an amorphous blob of black ooze but also like. a frat boy.#why do i love these stupid college kids i made up in my head. whyyy #not beta read #first draft

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lilacastar · 7 months

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KDA

Part 13: Invite

"How about we re introduce ourselves over coffee, like old times but new. How about that?"

Kalrick nodded and couldn't help but laugh. He wanted to cry but instead laughed, unsure of how his body was responding once again.

"Yeah," He agreed. "I think that's good."

Kalrick led his friend back to the door where his shoes were, and put on his own.

"Really?" Randle remarked. "You're still wearing non-slip work shoes?"

"Could've worked better last night, man. But these are the ones I woke up with, these the ones I got."

"That's all it ever made you wear too."

"The demon?"

"yeah."

"One sec, I gotta tell my mom I'm leaving." He turned from Randle, facing towards the hallway where she was probably in her room.

"Mom!" He shouted, throat scratching from the sudden tone change. "I'm going out!"

"What?!" She called back and her footsteps already approached the living room. "Where?" She entered. "You haven't had lunch, and what about dinner later?"

"I said I'm going out, not leaving forever."

He shut the door behind him, hurrying Randle beside him.

"Why'd you do that?" Randle inquired in his typical soft spoken tone.

"Do what?"

"I don't know... Be like that?"

"I don't care what she thinks." He shrugged. And they left for town together.

The two stepped inside the familiar work building and got ready to wait in line.

"Do you know what you want?" Randle asked.

"I do- it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I can't remember some things." He looked down, face flushing from not knowing essential information.

"W- well what do you mean?"

"It's hard to explain exactly"

"You know what you want, but can't remember?"

Kalrick sighed. "Do you remember when I was over for Cinco de Mayo and a bunch of your relatives were over?"

"That happened more than once, Kal."

"I know, but one of the times, you had to ask your great grandma for the beans, but since she can't speak good English, naturaly everyone talks to her in Spanish. But you fluently posed your question until you got to the word 'frijoles' and finished the sentence with English beans?"

"I remember everyone laughed at me for forgetting how to say beans, yes."

"A lot of stuff for me now days is like that. I know it, it's there, it's just. It hasn't been used in a while."

"I think I understand. Is there any way you can describe what order you're thinking of?"

"It's brown."

"Most coffee is brown, Kalrick."

"Not just cause the beans," He shook his head, stumbling over words again. "It's sweet because it's brown."

"When you were possessed, you stopped drinking coffee altogether. Do you think it's what you liked before?"

"Yeah, I want what I used to get, the favorite thing."

"You liked an iced mocha latte. Anything chocolate really."

"That's it! That's what I want." His hands fidgeted, unable to contain the excitement. It'd been so long since doing the things he liked, so long from just enjoying a cup of coffee.

They sat, waiting for their order, making stiff, awkward conversation. Randle's words kept dancing around, but never landing on what his eyes were so focused on.

"You mentioned yesterday you wanted to ask about what happened," Kalrick pushed the conversation forward. "Is that what you're thinking about right now?"

"Yeah," He smiled. "Are you ok with that? Or is it still really hard."

He shrugged, "I'm fine." It felt way better than fine just to have a conversation with him again.

"Do you really remember nothing? Like, one day you were you, and the next you're in the hospital?"

He paused, thinking of how to make sense when not a whole lot of it did.

"No," He finally released. "It wasn't like that at all, actually."

"But you said you don't remember."

"Not really, no. But I wasn't completely out of existence. It was more like I was sleepwalking, there but not really. And nothing was clear. I..."

He held himself for a moment, trying not to shake. Why was this so hard when he was fine?

"I was there sometimes," He resumed. 'but not really. Sometimes I was there, but I wasn't the one making decisions or really understood what was going on. I sometimes saw places, but it's all blurry."

"Do you remember speaking to people, conversations?"

He shook his head. "No. I mostly just felt trapped and brain foggy. There wasn't much thinking at all. The time felt like my whole life, but also I can't remember what never happened."

"Then-" Randle froze, his expression a whirl of emotions.

"Then what?"

"I don't want to sound harsh."

"Just say it, I don't care about that, man."

"Then why'd you do it?"

...it?

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, K. Why'd you, you know."

"I don't, actually."

"Why'd you let it in? Why'd you invite a demon in you?"

Kalrick was so utterly stunned, he stared back with his mouth open. He'd anticipated the ability to reply, but was left with the exact reaction Randle didn't want.

"I'm sorry," Randle responded. "I'm trying to ease into this again and not dive in exactly where things were left. I still need work."

"I didn't want any of this to happen to me," Kalrick felt himself say. His tongue moved slowly to form the words, confused and torn.

"I didn't mean it like that," He winced. "I should have waited longer to collect myself, I'm sorry."

"What did you mean?"

"Kal, you know how it works," He stumbled a bit through filler words and anxious loopholes.

Kalrick blankly stared back, dark eyes waiting for a reason.

Randle squirmed in his small spotlight, loathing the direct road he was being forced to take. Sweating under the sole attention.

"You know, with the demonic. And what they can't do."

"No," he gently shook his head.

He ran his hand through his hair with defeat. "Kalrick," He chuckled nervously. "The demonic can't possess anyone without consent. They can't have you, unless you give permission over yourself."

"I..." He froze. He knew that, anyone with mild knowledge on the subject. How had he not considered that?

The barista behind the counter called for their Oder.

"I- I don't remember."

#KDA pt 13

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