demon-kumo

[demon-kumo]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

➤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡-𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

No one loves wine as much as CHUUYA. Hell he has a cabinet at home full of it, you were never one to drink though. Yet the minute he stepped into the home the scent of expensive wine reached his nose.

Working in the mafia had never been easy, whether you were a simple office worker or the boss, everyone went home late. Chuuya was no exception, as an executive he stayed longer than most. So the sweet pop in his bones allowed a satisfied smile to come to his face as he stood from the chair.

Finally, time to head home.

The click of the door allowed the corridor to open and sighed at the cool air hitting his face on the hot Yokohama night. His shoes hit the floor with a clumsy clack before it hit him. The strong scent of wine.

Perfect features, in your words "rivaling the gods", scrunched up as he walked through the penthouse and was met with an unfamiliar sight.

You. Hunched over the marble counter with a familiar red bottle in front of you. Soft cheeks hued red alongside your adorable ears, with a dazed look in your eye. Chuuya knew this sight, it had been on his own visage multiple times.

It seems the roles have been reversed.

Blazen blue hues softened considerably on instinct at the mere sight of you as he waltzed over. Placing a hand on your shoulder you looked up with glassy eyes and met the eyes of your lover.

"Hey (Y/n), you good?"

A drunk giggle escaped your lips, "Of course," you waved your hand, "I am perfectly fine, can't you tell?" you said as you were about to take another sip only for your husband to grab the glass.

"Alright love, I think you've had enough." He chuckled, finding your drunken state endearing and amusing. He had never seen you drunk before, you were normally the responsible drinker. It wasn't often that you drank wine.

The smile dropped from his face when you gasped like an overzealous Karen, hand to your chest as you looked at him with mouth agape.

"Sssirr, you may be handsome and k-kind enough to care about some stranger buuuuut don't call me that!" You slurred your demand as you pointed at him.

Chuuya tilted his head, "Call you what?"

"You know exact-ly what I mean you scoundrel! You can't call a w-woman you just met lllovveee,"

Chuuya raised his brows in surprise, "Huh?"

You squinted your eyes at him with a pout, "You heard meee right, I will have you know I am married!" You slouched in your chair.

Chuuya deadpanned, "L-(Y/n), I am the man you are married to."

You scoff a drunk scoff, "Y-you dare lie to me, I know my husband when I see him. And," You pointed at him for the nth time that night, "you look nothing like him."

You look through your blur and see the hazy figure of blue and orange covered in black and red clothes. Yep, 100% not your husband. "Myyy husband is ten times the mannnn you will ever beeee. He would never lie to meeee.... plusss he is-sh the most handsome man I have ever met."

Chuuya flushed bright red at your words but chuckled as he picked you up bridal style, just like he did the day he married you, and smiled at you. The same loving way he always did.

"Well then, that man is extremely lucky to have you. He also loves you more than anything, probably... no he would definitely burn the world for you."

➤ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

Being passed out from beer and liquor was a familiar scene to OSAMU. Within the years of hiding from the mafia and laying low, passed out in bars. But to find his spouse in one, now that was a new one.

"(Y/n), sweetie, I think you should stop," Dazai suggested as he watched you call the bartender for another shot. You already were way past wasted.

It wasn't often Dazai was seen with a worried expression but this was one of the moments. He was worried his darling wife would pass out soon and wake up with the largest migraine when waking up.

"Wwwwhatttt, no!" You childishly rejected it as you waved your hand dismissively. "I cannnn handle itttt."

"Sweetie, if you drink any more you will pass out." Dazai sighed, is this how you feel when you deal with him drunk.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you up, placing his credit card at the bar, and paying for your drinks. Surprisingly he actually had the money to pay for the amount of shots, for her, he will always pay.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you to bed."

"mhm, nnnooo!"

You push yourself away from the man, stuttering away as you look at him with an exasperated look. Dazai gave you a worried smile, "What do you mean-"

"I tollld you no!" You shook your head, "I have a husband! I am a married w--woman!" You said with a small hiccup as you held onto the counter with your knees bent.

Thank the lords that this bar is empty, Dazai thought to himself as he let out a small laugh. "Sweetheart, I am that husband."

"Nope!" You shook your head, "I know my husband, he would never look like you. You're hideous, my man is the... picture of... beauty!"

You slid to the floor on your knees as your cheeks reached an even more red state while Dazai chuckled though if you looked close enough you could see a small blush.

"Oh is he now?"

"Y-yes, I would never betray himmm, what kind of woman... would I beee, if I went to bed.... with another man!"

Awww, that is so sweet, even if the man who is currently trying to take you to bed is your actual husband.

All of a sudden, tears fall down your face, large fat puppy tears as broken sobs. Dazai's shifted to shock as he quickly bent to the ground and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey! What's wrong?"

"*Sob* It's just.... thinking 'bout Samu.... *hick* He is always sad." Dazai's eyes widened as he remained silent when you started to rant. "He never shows it... *sniff* but he thinks so poorly *hick* of himself... but he won't tell me how he feels.... he thinks he is unworthy of *hiccup* h-happiness... or me... I'm a terrible wife... I can't even talk to him about that *sobbing*..."

You cried on his shoulder, tears staining his sandy coat but he didn't care. He looked down at you with an expression he rarely ever wore in front of someone. No one could really describe it, looked like a visage of self-loathing and pity. Was this how you really felt.

He brushed a hand to your head, who had now fallen asleep on his shoulder, mouth slightly agape. You looked like a sleepy child in an adult body. He placed a soft kiss on your head.

" Sweetheart, I know you can't hear me so it doesn't count but, you are right I don't think I am worthy of you. You are the best thing that has happened to me, which is why I am trying my hardest to make you happy."

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[demon-kumo]

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍-𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐎

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 @𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐨

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ Greetings to anyone reading this excuse of a blog! Nice to meet you all I am Kumo. I am an angsty human being who goes by the pronouns she/her and they/them. I am an aromatic biological female who enjoys writing and sketching and also watching anime. I love cats, fantasy, mythology, good romance stories, and dark themes.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ CURRENT - Genshin Impact, Hazbin Hotel, Shaman King, Demon Slayer, and Bungou Stray Dogs

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I usually write and create posts on whatever I feel like and whatever I am obsessed with. I will post what I enjoy and I usually only do female and gender-neutral readers. I usually don't take male readers cause of the life I grew up with.

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I mainly do x readers with a character but I will OCs of my own creation or those who request it. As long as the description of the OC is fine I will take it. I DO NOT take character x character unless it is a cannon and they wanted a poly with the reader.

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I take both SWF and NSWF in the form of headcanons, one-shots, and scenarios. Content on this blog and now til recently, I will start marking them with the mature tag. I will also write yandere and dark romance.

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I will not write forbidden or taboo kinks - like p*ss kink or pedo. Also, characters like Mori and Valentino (if you know who they are) will not be written.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I am one person so I can not always take requests. If I get a flood of requests I will only pick a few of them to answer and not all of them.

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ The possibility also stands that I will take a while to answer your request cause of writer's block. I will try to take as many requests as I like and can accept.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ I just want to thank everyone who has liked my posts and followed me. It feels nice to be supported by people even if they don't know me.

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝖁

˚˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 lightly tapped your foot against the wooden floor as you stared at the clock with your usual expression. Empty annoyance. Hand-cupping your face as your fingers rhythmically hit the table.

10:30 am

He's late, minus 50 points

You mentally chided yourself, when Lucifer would come over to visit you, he had always come around 10:00 am, no earlier or later. It has been that way for the last 3 weeks he had been visiting to get to know each other. You had almost reached the end of the single month of getting to know each other before he could make the move.

I know he is the king of hell but he would have sent a message or something... maybe something happened.

You waited for a couple of more minutes before you sighed and glanced over at the phone that sat next to you. "Maybe I should-"

You cut yourself off when a light flashed and your eyes widened slightly as you watched the blonde walk through the golden portal. He had a smile on his face but it quickly faded when he saw the expression in your eyes.

Your eyes were the way he could tell your mood since you rarely ever changed your expression other than annoyed or angry expressions. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously.

"N-now, I know what you're going to say but I have a good excuse... um," He pursed his lips as he clapped his hands together, you raised a brow and crossed your arms.

"You should just tell me why you're late rather than trying to make up an excuse."

"Yeah, I realized that..." Lucifer drooped in defeat before he stood back up and cleared his throat, acting like nothing happened. That was some pride. "Anyways, I was late because I was in discussion with Asmodeus-"

"Wait what?" Your focus immediately shifted and you actually looked awake and your head down to Earth for once. Lucifer couldn't help but get annoyed when he noticed your immediate attention at the mention of the Sin. You actually looked interested and perked up at the thought of someone else, you've never done that for him.

Why couldn't you get excited or at the least a little bit interested in the thought of seeing him and not someone else? For some strange reason, he felt his heart sting a bit. He couldn't help the feeling in his chest but he also didn't understand it.

"What? Never heard of the Sin of Lust of before." He teased with a grin, hiding his inner annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, "Very funny, I just forgot you had friends is all." You huffed while Lucifer felt an invisible arrow stab his chest.

"W-what made y-you forget..." He winced emotionally.

You deadpanned, "This is the entire thing," you motioned between the two of you, "was built off the fact that you are lonely."

"...touche,"

"So... you were saying," You sighed as you egged him on to which he nodded and summoned a white envelope. You tilted your head and took it from his hands. You looked at him for permission to which he nodded.

That was one thing you both noticed you had in common. You both always had this silent eye communication about consent. Maybe it was because you both hadn't touched someone else for too long or had a proper friendship or relationship with someone else. It was funny, you had something in common with the darkest being in the world... not that he acted like it.

“An invitation to a… party?” You asked, your eyes narrowing slightly. Parties were never really your scene. The life you had in college was basically avoiding parties, your roommates often smelled of bitter beer and sweet vape, thank the lord for your air purifier.

“Yep,” the devil replied as he softly snatched the letter from your now empty hands, “It’s more like a Royal ball. It’s to celebrate the beginning of hell, each century the sins take turns hosting the ball. This year, it’s in the lust ring and hosted by Ozz.”

You assumed “Ozz” was a nickname but you couldn’t help but think, is the start of hell really something to celebrate. You shook the thought and looked at the male who was now fidgeting slightly.

You knew that look, he wanted to tell you something but was too nervous to do so. It amazed you how the sun of pride could get so nervous. “Okay, so what’s the big deal, it says here that the ball is at night so it won’t be like you're missing anything.”

“Well, you see… I sorta need… a date.” Lucifer confesses as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

Huh? But the invitation—

“I know what you’re thinking, “but the invitation never said anything about a date being mandatory” Well—” it somewhat irked you that he knew what you were thinking “—darling, Ozz has been on my back for thousands of years about not having a man or woman on my arm. Hell! I haven’t had sex since Eve. So he kind of forced me to promise to bring a date to this event or else…”

You looked at him expectingly, “Or else what?”

“Or else he would keep sending girls to my palace to try and seduce me for the next five years…” Yikes, you could see why he agreed.

“So I was wondering, since it’s my turn to pick the activity today anyway, I was thinking… why don’t you be my partner to the ball!” He asked with his usual sharp yet unfairly attractive grin.

…What? Attend a ball with the king of hell and likely all the other sins and royal families. You could feel the social anxiety crawling up your spine, “Are you sure you want me as your partner, I don’t think I have any proper etiquette for such an event.”

“First of all, it’s hell sweetheart people don’t care as much as you think. Second of all, you already speak more maturely than me so I think we’re good.”

You pursed your lips, “Okay but what about a dress, I don’t own anything suitable for—”

“—Relax, I will also take care of that. I will handle all the preparations and all you need to do is look pretty at my arm.”

You looked at the ground in silence. You did want to go to hell anyway and he does seem like he needs your help. Plus this could give you the chance to see the type of environment your unborn child will grow up in. The pros outweigh the cons in this scenario.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” He jumped up with the beaming aura that reminded you that he too was once an angel. The happiness and pure joy on his face from your agreement made your chest feel gooey and weird. “I will send over everything, be ready by 9:30! I have some things to do so I will see you later! Bye, darling!”

Before you could say anything he jumped through the portal, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What have I gotten myself into…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "𝕺𝖍 𝖒𝖞…" You muttered to yourself as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It felt like you were looking at a completely different person, a whole new you.

You were wearing a black and red ballgown. It wasn't super poofy like a Disney princess dress, but more smoothed down and brought out your skin's natural glow and curves.

The ballgown was a breathtaking fusion of black and red, exuding an air of mystery and elegance. At the top, where there were no sleeves, the fabric shimmered in an intense, deep crimson hue, reminiscent of the darkest red roses in bloom. The bodice hugged the curves of the body with a body-con silhouette, sculpting a figure of sheer sophistication and allure.

As the color cascaded down the dress, it transitioned seamlessly into a velvety black, like the shadows of the night enveloping the last traces of daylight. The gradient effect was mesmerizing, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow that added depth and dimension to the gown.

Adorning the shoulders were detachable black veils, floating ethereally like wisps of smoke. They draped elegantly off your shoulders, framing your silhouette with a veil of midnight that matched the hour of the devil.

A golden snake wrapped around your neck in the form of a beautiful necklace, layered and accentuated your chest with mini rubies. Black lace palm gloves covered your hands as a golden bracelet wrapped around your wrist. At Lucifer's specific request, your hair was left undone and out, hair brushed and framed your face as the golden and red hues painted your lids.

This... should this kind of dress be worn by me?

The thoughts flooded your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You weren't bold enough or beautiful enough to wear a dress like this. Models who made a living off their beauty rocked sweats and tee shirts and looked better than you felt you did at the moment. You felt mundane and emotionless, someone who couldn't pull off such a gorgeous dress.

With a deep breath, you straightened your posture and met your own gaze in the mirror. "I can do this," you whispered to yourself, trying to place up the front of faux confidence.

The familiar whoosh of the sound of a portal was heard causing you to whip your head to see a gaping Lucifer, staring at you with star-struck eyes. You couldn't help the small spark of awe that flickered to your face as you looked at him.

You knew he was the devil, but his devilish charms truly charmed you right now. He still wore white pants and black boots, but his shirt was switched. His shirt was cuffed and white, tucked into his pants, with delicate ruffles at the collar that were covered up by his black vest. The vest boasted faint leaf designs, adding a touch of elegance to his ensemble.

Over the white frill at the collar was a black bow tie, perfectly tied to accentuate his neck. The golden epaulets on his shoulders gleamed under the light, adding a regal flair to his attire. And draped over it all was a wine-red coat that matched the attached cloak, its rich hue complementing the black and white of his outfit. His cane was gone but a black version of his hat sat atop his head.

Despite his demonic nature, there was an undeniable allure to his presence. He carried himself with confidence and poise, exuding a charm that was impossible to resist. Your chest suddenly felt odd, tight, and warm, and a flutter entered your stomach. A faint blush painted your cheeks, and it wasn't from makeup. You quickly cleared your throat and looked at Lucifer with a raised brow, calming your blush.

"Lucifer, are you alright?"

"Huh?" He blinked out of his daze before a golden rush came to his cheeks, causing you to furrow your brows. Was he blushing? He pulled at his collar and glanced to the side, loosening his shirt in the process. "Ahaha, sorry it's just that I didn't expect you to look so beautiful... n-not that you don't always look beautiful! I mean, you're stunning in general, but right now you look-"

You weren't listening to his nervous rant, more focused on the messy collar of his shirt. He cut himself off when he saw you standing in front of him, a bit shorter than him, despite height standards in hell being different. Even though he was technically short in hell, he still stood taller than a couple of humans, including you. His lips parted as he watched you, the golden blush intensifying as he got a closer look at you.

Your lips quirked up ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, as you finished adjusting his tie, leaving it neat and clean. As you looked up at him, your lips dropped slightly, surprised by how close he was. Your eyes met, his a deep crimson that seemed to hold a world of emotion, contrasting with your own E/C. There was a subtle spark that seemed to jolt between you, making your heart skip a beat.

For some reason, the way he gazed at you felt like you were precious. It was as if you were everything to him, more valuable than any jewel adorning his throne, more beautiful than any flower in his garden. At that moment, all your insecurities melted away as you met his intense gaze. It was like he was devouring you with his eyes, it made you feel like prey under a predator.

"U-um..." You broke the silence, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked away, hands clasped nervously in front of you. "W-we might be late if we continue to stand here."

"Ah, right!" He nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck and averting his gaze, but you couldn't help but notice the faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Golden blush?

"Yeah," he said aloud, his voice carrying a dry gulp with a pause, "Angels have golden blood. I may have fallen, but I still am an angel."

You furrowed your brows, caught off guard. Was he also a mind reader? How did he—

"You thought that aloud," he interjected, his devilish grin widening as he glanced at you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Didn't know you cared?"

You scoffed, attempting to regain your composure, and playfully pushed his head back with a finger. "Don't flatter yourself, Your Highness," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his velvety chuckle. His laughter was as smooth and deep as his voice, stirring something inside you that you tried to ignore. "Though, you don't clean up bad yourself."

Lucifer was always impressed by your ability to deflect his advances effortlessly, and how you managed to make him blush without even trying. Your straightforwardness, delivered with a straight face, often left him wondering if you were truly telling the truth or simply toying with him. The air of mystery that surrounded you only added to your allure, making you all the more intriguing in his eyes. Despite his devilish charm and wit, even with him also a nervous trainwreck at times and a goofy mess.

You seemed unfazed, always keeping him on his toes with your unpredictable reactions and sharp retorts. You never minded his personality, from rambling anxious little angel to charming seductive devil, you stood your ground and remained unfazed. It was a dynamic that Lucifer found both exhilarating and strangely comforting, knowing that you were able to match him.

"Well then," he said, extending a hand toward you as a golden portal materialized behind him, casting a sunlit glow that highlighted his features. His smirk melted into a charming smile, even with his sharp teeth, as he continued, "Shall we, my lady?"

Brushing your hand against the cool metal of the jewelry around your neck, you took a deep breath before accepting his hand. As he led you through the portal.

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝕴𝖁

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢… 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 held the phone up to your ear nervously, almost rocking in your bed as the number dialed. You didn't even know why you were so nervous; it's not like you're marrying this guy or anything. This is more of a mutual benefit situation. If anything, the closest thing you two will be by the end of this is friends.

You heard the call pick up by the second ring; however, a voice you didn't recognize answered. It wasn't Lucifer. His voice was a little more high-pitched and had a bit of a German accent.

"Hello?"

You blinked, feeling a surge of uncertainty. "Um, hi? I'm sorry, but Lucifer gave me his number. He said to call him when I made my decision."

"Pardon, but who is speaking?" the voice asked politely.

"Y/n L/n."

"One moment please."

As you waited, you could hear footsteps through the phone, along with faint voices of people speaking, before the call got cut. You looked at the phone with an arched brow before seeing a golden glow out of the corner of your eye.

You looked up to see the fallen angel entering through the portal, hat off his head and a nervous smile on his face. His shark-like teeth bit the inside of his lip before he asked, "So... you've already made your decision, huh?"

With how fast the choice came, Lucifer couldn't help but think of one thing: rejection. He expected it. He was asking a perfectly normal woman to copulate with him and then leave him with a child, acting like it never happened.

"I accept."

Wait, what? Lucifer whipped his head around to face you, who was looking at him with a slightly arched brow as his jaw dropped to the floor. "Seriously!? Thank-"

"Whoa! Slow down for a second, devil boy!" You raised a hand up, though internally you screamed at what you called him. 'Devil boy?' Since when did you say such strange nicknames and act like this? You didn't like it, and it seemed that Lucifer was taken aback by your words just as much as you were.

Ignoring your previous behavior, you faced the scroll toward him, "I have conditions," you said with lidded eyes, your expression slightly unimpressed, causing him to look at you with raised brows.

"You want to negotiate?" Lucifer couldn't help the smile that, for some reason, formed on his face despite the worry about what you might ask. As you wrote the extra conditions you wanted on the paper, his curiosity and anticipation grew.

'... In the name of the Lucifer Morningstar, this contract will be viewed under the governance of the Lord, you sign this contract, and it can not be taken back, no matter the regret you create for yourself from virtue or sin.

With the words of this contract, [ Party A ] will carry the seed and bear the child of [ Party B ] who will be the concluded father of the child by the laws of nature and god.

Union shall be recognized and only recognized within the conditions of this contract stated below...

[ Party A ] must bear the child of [ Party B ] to claim the other rights of this contract.

All expenses belonging to [ Party A ] will be fulfilled by [ Party B ] in the past, present, and future.

[ Party A ] and [ Party B ] have the right to call upon the other for help when needed as long as the other is in favor of the other.

[ Party A ] has the choice of involvement with the child after birth, and [ Party B ] has no say in [ Party A ] involvement.

[ Party A ] and [ Party B ] must have at least one month of getting to know each other before copulation

[ Party A ] gains the ability to go back and forth between Hell and Earth any time before and after pregnancy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "𝕺𝖍 𝖓𝖔! 𝕹𝖔, 𝖓𝖔, 𝖓𝖔, 𝖄/𝖓 𝖓𝖔, 𝖓𝖔, 𝖓𝖔!" You grimaced slightly at the repetition and contempt, "That last one is... uh... no." He drooped, causing you to raise a brow and cross your arms.

"Why not?"

"Y/n, I am fine with the other conditions, but that last... one... it's just... hell is a horrible place filled with... sinners..." He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled golden hair that still looked good, "I don't... want to see you get hurt."

You looked at Lucifer with an unreadable expression for a couple of moments before you sighed through your nose. "I know hell may be dangerous, but it can’t be any worse than here-”

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, it uh… it can be,” Lucifer interjected as he rubbed the back of his neck, knowing full well that turf wars were extremely common alongside massive fights.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, it’s not like I’m asking you to let me live there. I’m just asking to visit out of curiosity. Besides, you would be there with me, and if I am going to… bear your child, I want to see the world that they will one day rule,” you argued before you looked at him with those big round eyes, which placed him in a daze and for once had a small shine. “Please.”

Lucifer tried to hold his wall up, but for some reason, as he looked at you, he just couldn’t muster the will to say no. The staring contest lasted for multiple minutes before Lucifer slouched with a defeated look. “Fine. But you can only go when I am with you.”

“Great,” you said with a neutral face, but your eyes looked excited, there was a small glint but it was there. Lucifer couldn’t help but find it strange that you would always keep a calm or neutral expression no matter what.

It was the first thing he noticed about you, besides your beauty, of course. When Lucifer first met you, he immediately noticed how empty you looked, like a doll. You always held a neutral face. The only other expressions he had ever seen you make were annoyed, tired, slightly sad, and angry. You rarely ever showed interest in things and kept a wall around your heart, a large stone wall that could be taller than the Great Wall of China.

He had only seen you smile once. Once! It looked more like a ghost of a smirk than it did a genuine smile.

"I wonder... what it would take to get you to smile," he thought to himself as he observed you take the golden quill. Your hand moved with a mix of confidence and hesitance as you signed the contract in smooth yet slightly stuttering cursive, underlining it all at the end with a deliberate stroke. The golden ink glimmered on the parchment, sealing the agreement between you and Lucifer.

As the final stroke was made, a shimmering golden chain materialized, linking both of your wrists together, binding both of you in the contract. The weight of the chain felt both tangible and ghostly, dispersing like smoke despite feeling solid.

This was it. You had made a deal with the Devil himself. And there was no backing down now. You glanced over at Lucifer, who was looking at his wrist with slight wonderment, which made you wonder if he had ever made a deal with someone before.

For a moment, a strange sense of camaraderie washed over you. From what you had talked to him about, Lucifer wasn't that bad. Besides, maybe this new ordeal could introduce you to some form of happiness. That was really the only reason you were doing this... you were using him to gain your own happiness.

How bad could this end up being?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝕺𝖐𝖆𝖞, I knew that adding a clause that we would get one month to get to know each other but...

Lucifer was laying his head on your lap as you both sat on the couch, watching the musical "The Wizard of Oz".

A week had passed since the signing of the contract, and due to the clause you added, he came over every day to try to get to know each other a little better. You didn't want to have sex with someone you barely knew; you did not roll that way. So, you just thought that knowing him a tiny bit would make it easier for you.

So far, each day Lucifer would come over, and one of you would pick an activity to do together. The first day was your pick; you had chosen reading over tea, and it went surprisingly well. Lucifer had actually taken some history books and learned a bit more about life on Earth. You both had a tiny debate about the evolution of technology, and it led to a long chat about atomic bombs that made you realize how awful human weapons really were.

It went from shopping to board games, and then there was one day when Lucifer wanted to go ice skating with you. It was interesting, alright, especially how he managed to impress everyone by doing the triple axel. He claimed that he had never done ice skating before, but you didn't believe him.

Today, for some odd reason he had chosen musicals, not that it was something out of character, he was a bit old-fashioned as is. Though you were surprised to find yourself comfortable with the fact that he was laying his head on your lap.

Within just a week of knowing this fallen angel you already knew so much about him. He could be such an awkward nervous wreck, but once you got past that he was super chatty, he spoke a lot about his fellow sins and even got you to speak to him, despite not being much of a talker yourself.

As the vibrant colors of the movie danced across the screen, you found yourself enjoying the simple comfort of his presence. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, there was a sense of ease between you, as if you had known each other for much longer than a mere week.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair as he hummed and snuggled closer to your hand, you felt a strange sense of contentment settle over you. Maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wasn't as daunting as you initially thought.

A/N: Don't worry more interesting things will happen next chapter! ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE 100 FOLLOWERS!

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝕴𝕴𝕴

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣, 𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 sat on the bed, knees, and legs tucked under your body, as you stared at the paper in your hands. Its golden glow illuminated your face, but despite looking directly at it, it seemed like your gaze was fixed on something far beyond the confines of the room. What you held in your hands was none other than...

The Golden Contract of the Devil.

'... In the name of the Lucifer Morningstar, this contract will be viewed under the governance of the Lord, you sign this contract, and it can not be taken back, no matter the regret you create for yourself from virtue or sin.

With the words of this contract, [ Party A ] will carry the seed and bear the child of [ Party B ] who will be the concluded father of the child by the laws of nature and god.

Union shall be recognized and only recognized within the conditions of this contract stated below...

[ Party A ] must bear the child of [ Party B ] to claim the other rights of this contract.

All expenses belonging to [ Party A ] will be fulfilled by [ Party B ] in the past, present, and future.

[ Party A ] and [ Party B ] have the right to call upon the other for help when needed as long as the other is in favor of the other.

You looked at him with an exasperated expression, your eye twitching in disbelief, though your neutral expression hid the internal screaming that refused to subside.

"Ah, shit, fuck my stupid mouth..." Lucifer muttered something akin to regret, realizing his words might not have come out as he intended.

"Let me see if I understand what you're saying..." You clapped your hands lightly together, fixing him with a pointed look. "You want me," you gestured to yourself, "to bear," now pointing at him, "your child."

Lucifer nodded slowly and nervously, his expression betraying a mix of anxiety and regret. "...Yeah... in simple terms."

You couldn't help but let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head in incredulity. "Why would you ask someone you barely know to bear your child!?"

"I've known you for two weeks!" Lucifer protested, his tone a mixture of defensiveness and pleading.

"Two weeks is barely any time at all! You should know a person for at least five months before even thinking about asking something like this!"

You paced in a tiny circle, your hand pressed against your forehead as Lucifer glanced to the side, his expression filled with anxiety and regret. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he nervously tugged at his collar.

"To be fair," he began, his voice strained, "this was supposed to happen months later after I told you who I am. This was never supposed to happen," he admitted, his words heavy with frustration and disappointment.

You turned to him with a lightly confused face as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Truth be told," he began, "I started to search for a human to procreate with me a while ago, and then I found you and well you know the rest..."

There was a good moment of silence before you spoke again, looking at him with your neutral cold face, "No offense but... why would... you want... a kid."

He sighed and cracked a solemn smile, and looked around the room, anything to avoid your piercing gaze that easily made him flustered. "'Well, I'm sure you know, I've been around for a really, really, really long time. Like Eons long and, sure I have friends, and alone time is great. Sure watching sinners come and go but nothing... nothing felt right. I mean... depression is a bitch" You wholeheartedly agreed with that.

" I didn't have anything to look forward to, everything was boring, dull... I didn't have anyone to be there for me. So, at first, I thought finding a lover would work but then I realized no one in hell would suit my standards, only a human who would go to heaven would and no human would ever fall in love with the devil... ahahaha! I mean I wouldn't either... so I thought maybe if I could have a family, a child to be there would be with me, then just maybe... maybe this pain would go away."

"But," you interjected his monologue, feeling a bit of a pit in your stomach from his reason, "you said you were the king of hell. Couldn't you have searched for someone there? I'm sure there would have been a woman who would have been willing to do this with you."

"Ah, that place is full of sinners," he explained, his gaze drifting upwards as if lost in thought. "Humans who were given free will and made the wrong choices in life. If I were going to have a child, I wouldn't want their mother to be someone who made choices wrong enough to send them to hell."

You looked away, suddenly finding the floor interesting. You pursed your lips tight as you sighed through your nose. "Even so," you finally said, "you could have chosen another woman. Why me...?"

Lucifer looked at you with wide eyes for a couple of moments before sighing through his nose, his gaze shifting between you and the floor. "To be honest," he began, "I'm not exactly sure myself... from what I've seen, most humans have the same general mindset. They're like a herd, and as long as someone leads them, they'll follow like blind fools. Those who don't fit are cast aside and separated from everyone else, despite doing nothing wrong." He looked down, "They make the wrong choices, they wallow or blame someone else for their problems, not taking responsibility. Despite it being a moral serenity, it isn't common, only cheap kindness."

You looked at him with slightly glossed eyes. You knew he spoke the truth, but to hear it stung more than you thought it would. "But... you were different," he continued. Your eyes widened ever so slightly at his words.

"You... I don't know, you were honest, and you didn't let anyone put you down. Even if someone looked down upon you, you stood up. Held yourself up with confidence and did what you thought was right." Then a tiny smirk made its way onto his face as he glanced over at you, "Not to mention you were kind enough to bandage my wounds and take me in, even... despite being a snake. You know, I don't know if you're too kind for that or if you just don't think your actions through."

You huffed through your nose as you looked at him, chuckling with amusement in his eyes before he sighed happily and looked at you with what looked to be sincere kindness, for some reason. Looking at him like this, you thought he truly looked angelic, despite being the devil. You could see why Eve fell to temptation.

With a wave of his blackened hand, a golden paper appeared before you. It was the contract he was offering you. You hesitantly touched it before looking at him. Red eyes were the reason for the name you gifted him, bright and beautiful like the apples you love so much.

"J-... Just... give it some thought...."

You looked down at the contract for a good while, various thoughts overlapping to the point where you couldn't hear the outside world. By the time you looked up, he was gone in a mist of black with gold and red sparkles, leaving behind a phone with a rubber ducky case and a business card that had a phone number.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝕭𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞, you were brought back to the present, in your dull bedroom, in your dull apartment, in your dull life. The mundane and repetitive world made you sick, like staring at a blank wall with nothing on it. It was perfect. Perfect was a standard, but imperfection was exciting.

Perhaps that was why you found Lucifer... interesting. You wouldn't say you were attracted to him; sure, he was good-looking, but you weren't one to fall for a pretty face, no matter how pretty his face was. But he wasn't perfect, and he wasn't trying to be. He was awkward to the point where you found it amusing, and you even laughed a bit. He was genuine and sweet, but a nervous wreck and a tad bit shy. At least he was trying.

Your gaze fell to your nightstand, where a photo of two people sat. A woman and a man; the man was a brunette with hazel-golden eyes that matched the sun, his smile radiant and warm. His arm was wrapped around your waist as you looked at him, a mix of surprise and delight on your face as he snapped the photo, both of you smiling at the camera.

Your eyes glazed over with slightly glassy tears. For the first time in many years, your emotions began to resurface properly. Pursed lips softened as you took the photo in your hands.

As you held the photo, memories flooded back, reminding you of a time when life felt full of promise and excitement. The warmth of the sun on your skin, the laughter shared with loved ones, the feeling of being truly alive – it all seemed so distant now.

"You know, there will be a time when I will leave. Why are you so insistent on staying with me knowing it will hurt?"

"Cause I care for you, dummy."

"Even so..."

"It's okay, let's not think about this. I want you to be happy and I want to be happy with you."

"... Fine but promise me this."

"Okay, what is it?"

"That when I leave, move on, find happiness, don't hold onto me. I want you to be happy."

"What?! But-"

"Ah! Promise me,"

"...I promise."

You thought back to the words of the devil himself (You couldn't believe you were taking the words of the devil as advice). Maybe Lucifer was right... you might not need a lover or a best friend in your life. But... you could be a mother. Could that be what you were looking for? You sighed at your own thoughts, this was irrational thinking but, you glanced at the paper and thought back to your conversation with Lucifer. The idea of motherhood sparked a glimmer of hope in your heart. It was a new path, one that could fill the void you felt in your life.

You hadn't felt that warm feeling in your chest since... him. You didn't want to let it go, you wanted to chase it. As long as you had it, the world would become colorful again. You looked at the phone and business card.

' 666-479-6666 -- CALL ME HELL '

'Let me know about your decision! 🦆'

You looked back down at the photo, and for the first time in a very long time, you smiled a ghost of a smile, one that no one could see. Something you were somewhat grateful for. You started to dial the number as you looked back at the man in the photo.

His warm gaze seemed to reassure you as if he were silently encouraging you to take this step forward. With a steadying breath, you pressed the last digit of the number, as you matched the smile of the man in the photo.

"I did promise didn't I?"

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝕴𝕴

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔪.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔐𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔠𝔬-𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔰

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣, 𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 felt like a cesspool of despair, populated by vile individuals and deceitful manipulators. You were intimately familiar with this harsh reality but felt powerless to change it. Instead, you resigned yourself to fulfilling the demands of others, even when they conflicted with your own desires. Outwardly, you maintained an air of cold grace, but inside, your heart was hollow.

Every aspect of your existence seemed like a hollow excuse to justify your continued survival. You knew deep down that the world wouldn't miss you if you were gone. Your presence felt insignificant, your life devoid of purpose. The thought of being forgotten haunted you, a constant reminder of your lack of significance in the grand scheme of things.

You despised this sense of worthlessness, knowing that no matter how talented or beautiful you may be, without meaningful connections, you would fade into obscurity. You felt unneeded, unwanted, and utterly alone.

The light that once sparkled in your eyes had long since dimmed, snuffed out by the weight of your despair. Trapped in a mundane existence, each day seemed to blur into the next, the monotony only serving to deepen your sense of emptiness. You longed for the pain to cease, for some semblance of purpose to illuminate your life once more.

With each step feeling like a slog through molasses, you trudged toward your desolate apartment. The darkness enveloped you as you unlocked the door, the dim interior swallowing your vision as you entered. Casting your shoes aside, you let out a weary sigh, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. Collapsing against the door, you couldn't help but feel a crack in your cold exterior as a wave of emotion washed over you.

As you sank to the floor, the hollow emptiness within you threatened to consume you whole. You couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for this sudden flood of emotions—perhaps it was the dreary weather, the burden of working on your day off, or simply the accumulation of enough pent-up frustration.

Suddenly, the tranquility of your solitude was shattered by the sharp crash of breaking glass, followed by a string of colorful curses. Startled, you snapped out of your reverie, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you stumbled to your feet. Dropping your bag in the process, you wiped your face, attempting to regain your composure before cautiously making your way toward the source of the disturbance.

Each step felt like tiptoeing through a minefield, the tension thick in the air as you approached the kitchen, straining to hear any further signs of activity. The light from the kitchen was on, dully filling the dark living room.

"Hopefully she won't notice that this plate is broken..."

Who the fuck was that?

You turned the corner of the corridor that led to the kitchen only for your eyes to widen. A man was standing in your kitchen, he seemed to be fussing over something on the floor but you didn't get to look as the minute you entered he must have felt your gaze as he turned his head in your direction as he seemed to freeze.

Silence filled the room, feeling like an eternity as you both stared at each other.

"Um... hey."

You immediately seized the nearest object, a broom, and brandished it at the man, your gaze a mixture of alarm and hostility. He threw up his hands in a gesture of surrender, his smile faltering nervously.

His smile was unnervingly sharp, his teeth resembling those of a predator. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the sight, though you forced yourself to focus on the immediate threat of an intruder in your home.

"Wait! Wait! I can explain!" he pleaded, inching his finger toward the broom as if to lower it. You kept it steady, your expression icy as you glared at him.

"Why should I listen to a stranger who just barged into my house?" you demanded, your voice edged with suspicion.

"No! You've got it all wrong. I didn't barge in; you let me in!" he insisted, desperation evident in his tone.

"Let you in? We've never met!" you retorted, your confusion growing with each passing moment.

"Well, technically, yes, but not like this. This is the first time we're meeting face-to-face, you as you, and me as... well, me!" he explained, his words stumbling over each other in his haste.

You eyed the man skeptically, his explanation doing little to quell your unease. His jittery demeanor and grin only added to your apprehension. What was he going on about?

"Cut the nonsense," you retorted, tightening your grip on the broom. "You're in my apartment uninvited, I have no idea who you are, and I want answers. Now."

The man let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his unkempt hair. "God this is not how this introduction was supposed to go."

Huh?

He took a deep breath and his smile transformed into something warmer, almost comforting. "Allow me to introduce myself properly."

"I am Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, though you've affectionately dubbed me 'Apple.' I must say, it's a delightful nickname. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear." With a flourish, he bowed gracefully, his demeanor exuding charm and confidence.

You raised a brow, your dull eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe, taking in every detail of his appearance. He stood tall, about “5’7” feet tall an inch taller than you. His hair was a pale blonde, slicked back with subtle pale pink highlights. His eyelids were adorned with a pale purple hue, contrasting sharply against the yellow sclera of his eyes. His irises gleamed like rubies, framed by rosy circles that seemed to accentuate his fanged smile.

His attire was predominantly white, though splashes of red and pink added a touch of color. A white hat adorned his head, with a golden snake coiling around its rim, wrapping around an apple motif.

"You know, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable," you deadpanned, your eyes fixed on him as his smile faded and his shoulders slumped.

"Yeah, I should have expected that reaction from you. Would you like me to prove it to you?"

You couldn't help but scoff. This was the most emotion you had ever put into a conversation with another being, aside from animals. "Yeah, sure, let's see it."

The smug look and mocking tone in your voice disappeared as you watched the man suddenly transform into the small white snake you had been taking care of. Your jaw dropped a little as you looked at Apple, who then transformed back into the man claiming to be Lucifer.

The broom slipped from your hand as you took a small step back, eyes wide with shock, while he smiled at you once more. "Believe me now?"

You mindlessly nodded your head, unsure if you had finally snapped or if this was just a bizarre dream. Nothing made sense anymore.

"So... you're like... the devil himself?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yes," he confirmed casually.

"And you transformed into a snake?" you continued, still trying to process the situation.

"Yep,"

"And you stayed in my house for over two weeks under my care, without me knowing?" you questioned, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion, slightly shivering from the thought that you had a stranger with you the entire time, let alone the devil.

"Well... technically I may or may not have been watching you for a week before the day I showed up at your doorstep as a snake, but yeah!" he admitted, his smile unwavering.

"You stalked me?" you exclaimed, taken aback by the revelation.

"I don't like how 'stalking' sounds, I think the term 'watching' is a bit more accurate," he countered, his tone slightly defensive.

"Is there even a difference?" you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yes, because 'stalking' would imply that I followed you everywhere. I only watched you in your home... B-but of course I-I respected your privacy and all that! Oh, golly, I wouldn't even think of peeping on you or anything like that!" he stammered, his expression turning sheepish.

"Uh-huh," you said with lidded eyes as you placed a hand on your forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "Okay, either way, why are you even here?"

His expression suddenly turned extremely nervous, and he began rubbing the back of his head, his face flushing red against his pale complexion. "How do I say this without it being weird?"

"Between you stalking me, pretending to be a snake, and being the devil, I think that's the last thing you have to be worried about," you deadpanned, trying to maintain your composure despite the absurdity of the situation.

There was another moment of silence before you heard silent laughter coming from the blonde, which gradually escalated into full-on, light-hearted laughter as he threw his head back.

You didn't know why, but you suddenly felt an extremely faint blush creep onto your face as you looked away. It wasn't the first time someone laughed at your dry responses, but for some reason, it made you feel a little warm inside. Hearing his laughter was oddly comforting, despite the strange circumstances.

"Oh my golly, you're the whole package, aren't ya'! Beautiful, talented, sweet, and as a bonus, you're funny!" Lucifer chuckled heartily, wiping a tear away from his eyes as he spoke, his smile genuine and warm. You tilted your head slightly, brushing off the warmth that spread through your chest at his praise.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, a hint of confusion in your voice.

He sighed softly, his smile turning more gentle as he looked down at the floor. "It's been a while since I've laughed like that, felt nice..." There was a flicker in his eyes, an unfamiliar emotion that you couldn't quite place. It looked... genuine, and perhaps even happy.

Happy. It was something you'd never truly experienced before. You'd never been loved for who you were, never been anyone's priority. The thought of not being needed churned in your stomach, a dull ache settling in your chest.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" Lucifer's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, meeting his gaze with your own, albeit yours slightly glassy and distant. He furrowed his brows, concern evident in his expression as he peered into your eyes, seeing a reflection of himself staring back.

He was both mesmerized and saddened by your eyes. On one hand, they were like a jewel, beautiful despite their dullness. On the other hand, they looked so empty, devoid of something he couldn't quite place.

You immediately turned your head, rubbing your eyes as if trying to dispel the tears that threatened to fall. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself, your face returning to its neutral expression. "Well, are you going to explain why you're here?" you asked, your tone betraying none of the turmoil you felt inside.

He jumped slightly, shaken from his thoughts by your question. "Ah! That... ahem, well..." He trailed off nervously as you side-glanced at him, your eyes practically urging him to spit it out. Taking in a deep breath, he looked at you, his expression serious.

"I want... I want you to bear my child."

Your expression completely dropped as you looked at him, disbelief and shock evident in your features. It felt like someone had just slapped you in the face; that was the last thing you expected him to say.

"Huh?"

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝕴

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔰.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣, 𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔉𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔶 weather was a rare occurrence in your neighborhood, casting a mystical veil over the streets and cars. Even the streetlights struggled to penetrate the thick mist, casting only faint illumination. While many found such weather gloomy and sad, you welcomed it as an opportunity for peaceful walks through the park without interruption.

Fiddling with your necklace, your dull E/C eyes gave off a faint glow as you navigated the mist-shrouded paths. Today, however, the mist seemed even fainter than usual.

Typically a homebody, you only ventured outside for the sake of your mental health, not out of any particular enjoyment for walking. You always had kept to yourself, you never really had any friends and only polite acquaintances with people since you work revolved around the arts. Your life, by all means, was not bad, following a path of creativity to fill the void in your chest yet it wasn't enough. There was a certain emptiness with the world, you felt that people were to boring and no one could bring a spark to you.

Relationships felt dull. Happiness wasn't there but instead there was only a mundane feeling.

Carrying your bag, you arrived at your apartment building and began to ascend the steps. Just as you reached for your keys, something bright caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

Turning, you saw a glimmer amidst the bushes. Your curiosity piqued, you moved closer and parted the shrubbery, revealing a sight that made your eyes widen ever so slightly.

There, nestled in the dirt, was a snake—a strikingly beautiful pearly white serpent, its eyes closed and its snow-white scales marred by dirt and blood. Without fully understanding why, a flicker of emotion stirred in your heart as your body moved almost instinctively, gently lifting the injured snake and bringing it inside.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢," you murmured softly as you gently placed the now-awake snake on the table, its white bandages delicately wrapped around its body. Despite not being a medical expert, your experience in treating strays has honed your skills to a point where you might as well have been one.

Observing the serpent with dull eyes, you couldn't help but wonder if it had once been someone's pet. Its well-behaved demeanor suggested as much.

Your gaze remained fixed on the snake as it slithered around the table, its deep red eyes seeming to penetrate into your soul. As it wrapped around your wrist, flicking its tongue and nuzzling against your skin, you felt a brief moment of surprise before your lips twitched into a faint smile that quickly fell.

"You're cute... but not that cute," you muttered playfully, stroking its head as it hissed in response. With gentle hands, you lifted the snake, allowing it to coil around your arm and now around your neck.

Observing its docile behavior, you couldn't help but silently marvel at how unlike the typical image of a snake it seemed to be. Shrugging off your initial surprise, you casually remarked, "Eh, whatever, as long as you're not venomous, I don't really care," before heading to the kitchen to fetch a snack, the snake still wrapped around your neck.

"Now, I have to think of a name for you," you said as you grabbed a knife and cutting board, tossing the knife up and down in the air with exceptional skill. Despite the casual display, you handled the blade with caution, ensuring to not cut yourself. With years of practice, such tasks have become second nature to you.

Selecting a random fruit from the basket on the counter, you inspected it closely. It was a shiny red apple. A soft blink followed as if gears were turning in your head, before you glanced at the snake, its bright red eyes locking with yours.

"Apple, huh," you mused, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips—a blend of a faint smirk and a ghost of a grin. Turning to the snake, you continued, "I think I will name you Apple."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊? 𝕴𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐?"

"Hiss hiss..."

It had been two weeks since you found the little reptile that now had slithered its way into your cold heart. After you treated him you had taken him to every animal shelter and pet shop in the area but no one said they were missing a white snake. Thus he was left in your caring hands, he became an everyday part of your life.

Though there were moments when you could have sworn he acted strange. He responded to his name immediately after you named him, and he seemed to understand your human speech perfectly, responding in kind. You always brushed it off, but sometimes you found it a little odd. However, today was one of your days off, so you took the time to finish one of your personal projects: a painting.

You didn’t know why, but you felt the need to express yourself through paint. So you did, and it turns out you were pretty good at it. Today, you wanted to paint a lake with a bird. At first, you wanted it to be a swan, but then you changed it to ducks. You always did think that ducks were cute, not that anything showed.

"I'm pretty sure the feathers are too dark are you sure?" You asked softly, side-glancing at the snake that coiled on the table.

"Hissss, hiss hiss."

"Alright, you're the boss-"

You cut yourself off when you heard your phone ringing, placing the palette down you walked over and picked up your phone, the tiny shine in your eyes faded as soon as you answered the call.

"Hey... Yeah. Right now? But it's my day off... uhuh. Alright, but I better get credit and pay. Alright. Bye."

You ended the call and went to grab your bag and coat, not noticing that the white serpent was looking at you curiously at the edge of the table.

"Sorry Apple, something came up at work see you later, bye!"

The door closed shut and a soft hiss of sadness filled the air. A sigh came through his nose as the snake slithered to the floor and a faint gold light filled the room. The thin body of the snake slowly transformed into a man of the height of "5’5", beautiful blonde golden hair slicked back but puffed under his white top hat, rosy cheeks that were lighter than his piercing red eyes that looked at the door silently.

A swirl of blue sadness could be seen in his eye if you looked close enough as if he pitied or empathized with them. Licking his lips that suddenly felt dry he looked up at the ceiling.

"The things this world does to a human like you..."

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[demon-kumo]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱᴛᴀʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝕬 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝕬𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝕹𝖔𝖓-𝕭𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖒𝖆, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝕬𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕬𝖀: 𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕯𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝕰𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙, 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖞𝖊𝖙, 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘

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[demon-kumo]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴀᴅᴇᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴅᴏʟʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟᴀᴠɪꜱʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱɪɴᴋꜱ.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ "ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ," he remarked, briefly turning towards you before returning his attention to the paper, a pleased grin etched upon his features as he scanned its contents.

The black ink, matching the color of his soul, adorned the parchment in graceful strokes, creating an elegant calligraphy that he held delicately in his hands.

But to you, the word "perfect" held a bitter taste, a facade masking the truth beneath. It was a shallow term, devoid of genuine meaning, merely a projection of someone else's ideals. The thought of being labeled as such made your stomach churn with revulsion.

You had been sold like a commodity at an auction, chosen by this man who saw something in you that others did not. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, he knew you were the one he desired. To him, you were unlike any other, a delicate and desperate soul amidst a sea of mediocrity.

As he reached for your hand, his expression soft but his eyes ablaze with desire, you were taken as his bride, trained meticulously to meet his exacting standards.

Under his guidance, you were transformed into a sophisticated and elegant woman, honing skills such as tea ceremonies, kimono dressing, calligraphy, and impeccable hostess manners. Each day was dedicated to perfecting your craft, molding you into the ideal wife, a vision of beauty and grace.

Though a part of you recoiled at the thought, a sickening sense of gratitude seeped in. Without him, you may have perished in obscurity, but he had chosen you, offering you a life of comfort and luxury in exchange for your compliance.

As you adorned yourself in a kimono of dark purple and indigo hues, embellished with delicate flower petals, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze upon you. It was a sensation you had grown accustomed to, though it still made your skin crawl with unease.

Settling onto his lap at the low table, he presented you with a pair of paintbrushes and tablets of ink, predominantly dark colors like purples and blacks. With tender precision, he lifted your arm, exposing the soft, flawless skin beneath. His touch sent shivers down your spine as he traced patterns across your skin with the brush dipped in ink, creating an intricate design that seemed to hold a deeper significance.

"This symbolizes that you are mine," he explained, his voice soft yet commanding. "If anyone questions your position, show them this mark, and they will know you belong to me. Should it ever fade or become damaged, you must inform me so that I may restore it."

His hand moved to cradle your jaw, his intense gaze locking with yours, a strange mixture of possessiveness and adoration shining in his eyes. Pressing a kiss to your jaw, he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, words laden with a promise of ownership and devotion.

"Don't you ever forget, you are my perfect doll."

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[demon-kumo]

𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬.

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚? 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭?

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 Land of Eternity was commonly seen as the closed-off land, far from others and secluded, with the bolts of lightning striking down. Rain pattering against the roofs of the houses was a common sound amongst the folk.

Even in the comfort of the sacred thunder sakura did the dark clouds of the Shogun not rest. Yet, on one rare morning, the rain stopped yet it left behind something else.

Curious maple red eyes gleamed as they stared out into the stone garden that was behind their family estate. Having already changed after his sword practice - he was now bored out of his mind.

Sitting flat on his butt on the wooden flooring he watched the mist, he wished he could have hung out with Tomo but turned out he had plans with the Kamisatos.

Staring at the mist, he couldn't help but be entranced slightly. The foggy evening covered the sun that dipped below the horizon. The ethereal mist that hung thick in the air, cast an otherworldly glow over everything it touched. It almost made him sleepy in a way.

That was if the sound of a flute wasn't heard within the foggy scape.

The little samurai in training had snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the mystical notes of a flute enter the air. Looking at the garden, which was adorned with a small pond and trees of cherry blossom, now was transformed into a world of enigma and wonder.

Standing up and brushed the non-existent dust of his dark hakama pants as he pranced his way into the mist-covered garden. As he ventured further into the garden, his senses were heightened by the eerie beauty of the vog.

The sounds of the flute grew larger and louder as he walked, his feet making gravelly sounds from the stone. Amidst the swirling mist, Kazuha's scarlet eyes caught a glimpse of something.

A shadowy figure within the mist who looked smaller - if not the same height - as him. Quickly running through the mist and towards the figure, he wanted this tiny rush of excitement to stay with him as he approached.

He skidded to a halt when he came face to face with what he was looking at. His red eyes seemed to hold a glimmer as he stared at the scene in front of him.

A tiny female was sitting on the large rock beside the pond within the garden - looking like a mystical spirit with the way she held the leaf to her lips and played. Her (H/C) hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate face as her lips were covered with the leaf.

Her attire was something that looked a little bit like a shrine maiden but something in the back of Kazuha's mind told him she wasn’t as he saw the blade at her hip.

Kazuha jumped a little when the playing of the melodic notes stopped and the girl opened her eyes. Her facial expression in a way was a perfect match for the mist - her eyes reflecting the beautiful haze as her facial features were gentle and sweet.

Her voice, like the softest zephyr, carried across the misty air. "Kazuha," she whispered as if the very word held the secrets of the universe - holding out a hand to him, "I've been waiting for you."

Kazuha couldn't even hear the words he spoke as he stared at the mist-shrouded female who managed to make his heart thump in excitement as he took her hand. As they spoke, the mist around them seemed to swirl and dance in response. At that moment, the misty garden held more magic and wonder than Kazuha had ever known as he smiled along with the girl.

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 red eyes snapped open as the wandering samurai found himself on the bird's nest of the Crux Fleet. He groaned softly under his breath as he placed a hand on his forehead.

That's right, he was no longer in Inazuma - fleeting due to the Vision Hunt Decree. He sighed as he recalled all the events leading up to this point in his life. The falling of the Kaedehara Clan, the death of his best friend, joining the resistance, boarding the Crux, and now the mission to reignite his friend's vision.

All these times in this life were key moments that would forever be unchanging. Many traumatizing experiences and yet something bothered him even to this day.

The same dream again...

The recurring dream about the mystical female whom he played with as a child was a fabrication that replayed in his sleep many times over the years. Holding the leaf - he thought about how she would teach him songs to play, how both of them would chat as they threw rocks in the pond, or how they would feed the fish and birds.

Despite never learning her name he grew extremely fond of her. Her presence made things fun as she only appeared in the mist. Due to not knowing her name he ended up referring to her as Kasumi.

Kasumi - meaning mist or light fog

Yet one day, the mysterious child who had been visiting him for years one day suddenly disappeared without a trace during the years of his late teens. It was as if she never existed at all, especially since he never said anything about her to anyone other than Tomo.

Softly breathing in and out - he looked up at the bright moon that was the only witness to his slumber and maybe even peered into his dream without knowing.

His heart thumped at the thought of her, it was always like this even as a child, and after she disappeared. His face tinted pale pink at the thought of seeing her again but he brushed it off and left in the corners of his heart. Closing his eyes once more he let out a soft breath that would travel all the way back to his homeland.

Kasumi... I wonder how you are doing now. Though I know we will meet again one day.

Their mysterious meeting in the mist had not been a chance encounter but a fateful connection between two warriors, bound by the threads of destiny. And as the mist continued to weave its secrets and allow their paths to cross again.

࿐.ੈ‧ ➸ 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 (H/C) haired beauty whipped her head in the direction of the moon as she sheathed her sword. Her flowing short black kimono swayed as the blue glow of her vision illuminated - the same blue hue as the mist surrounding her.

Kazuha...

The shining silver-blue mist around her dissipated into the ground, slowly turning into air rather than looking like thick blue fog. Her arms fell to her side as she walked around the bodies of the enemies and spies.

"(Y/N)!"

The cry of her name made her turn her head as her signature hazy yet kind twinkle formed in her eyes. She watched as the canine general made his way into the area - being careful not to step on the bodies of the spies.

"Her Excellency is calling for you, she wants to speak to you and me about the next course of action."

The energy of the aqua-eyed male never failed to make her smile as she nodded her head softly with a smile. "Of course, let us make hast then General Gorou."

Gorou couldn't help but pout slightly at the title and huffed, "You know you don't have to call me General Gorou - we both share the same status and you are my friend."

"Oh, but you have more seniority than me and have more experience I would say the title is deserved, General Gorou."

"(Y/N)!"

The playful whines of her friend made her giggle but that didn't stop the thought knauwing in the back of her head. Perhaps it was just her gut feeling but she felt like a bittersweet event would happen in the near future.

Kazuha... I have a feeling we will be meeting very soon.

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[demon-kumo]

𝔸 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝 - 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪/𝕤𝕒𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙-𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔸𝕌

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. It’s just a word, right? To be in a state that contains nothing. It was a short word that was no different than any other that could be written on a piece of paper. Yet that word, that single infuriating word, held so much power over the indigo-haired boy who walked through the white-tiled halls of the high school. The famous scowl that always seemed to be permanently attached to his face was only a facade to hide the feeling within his being.

Scaramouche was a boy known to have a high ego and a venomous tone that was like a snake. His dislike for humans seemed to run so deep in his veins that no one would dare approach him, except for those who were stupid enough to think they had a shot with him.

Scaramouche wasn't always like this, he was once a boy named Kunikuzushi who was more innocent and gentle than a baby bird who hadn't flown from the nest yet. Yet, after the betrayal of many - he made his heart colder than ice to the point where many thought he didn't even have one.

The eyes that were the color of dark lilies held a glare toward anyone who tried to worm their way into his heart, spitting insults with his sharp silver tongue. He knew better than to let anyone in, they would just leave him with an empty feeling once more.

He claimed that he had no heart, that the empty space in his chest was no bother to him at all - yet behind the electric purple eyes and beneath the elevated pride and cold attitude, there lived loneliness.

He was popular actually, considering he was exceptionally smart and had the looks of a perfectly sculpted god, and yet no matter who approached, he knew they only saw the surface of him - they didn't understand anything about him and wanted to use him for his skills and looks - nothing more. Everyone was a liar and betrayer in his eyes.

Well, almost everyone. It all changed the day he found a note in his locker.

That day was more horrible than usual, and he didn't know why - maybe because it was raining or it was the fact that someone tried to one-up him in class or maybe it was all of them. An extra angry stomp in his step caused everyone to skedaddled before he could yell an insult at them for staring at him.

Opening his blue locker, which he thought was one of the ugliest shades of blue he had ever seen, he slammed his books into it, almost missing the small paper that fluttered to the floor like a leaf in the wind.

Perfect eyebrows drew together in confusion as he bent down to pick it up. It wasn't like he wasn't used to receiving things like sugar-coated confessions and suggestive flirting but it had been the first time he had gotten a letter.

His name was written in beautiful cursive yet there was no sender on the front or back of the envelope. Thinking it was inside, he lifted the flap of the lilac envelope took out the white paper, and opened it up, turning his back to the lockers and leaning on it as he read through it.

His dark purple eyes which seemed to hold no light started to shine - a light that was once there reappeared in a beautiful swirl as he read through the words that were the sweetest and most genuine thing he had ever heard.

In the letter, you didn't confess anything but instead wrote about how you saw him, how you saw past the mask of a prideful demon and only saw a lonely angel. Telling him, that no matter what anyone said you would remain there with him and that you hoped these letters could be a way to escape the lonely reality that he lived and provided him comfort.

After that, a routine was formed, throughout somewhere in the day a note would somehow find its way into the locker at the end of the day. At first, he thought he was being punked and that everyone was waiting for the moment to humiliate him, however by the time two weeks passed the notes still didn't stop and they were still gentle and loving. At that point, he felt like he could trust the mysterious someone who left the notes in his locker - finally believing that someone does care for him.

The words of kindness and warmth he always wanted to receive would be written in pen on the letter. He kept all the notes in a box, whenever he fell down in the dump he would look at those notes and be reminded that someone was always there for him. Then there came the point where he finally got over his embarrassment and left a reply in his locker and started to converse back with the secret admirer that wormed their way into his heart.

The notes made him feel like he was finally able to be genuinely close to someone. The notes made him finally find the thing that could fill the void - the sender with no name made his heartbeat.

That is why he couldn't wait for the day to come to an end and as speed walked his way to his locker, not have to worry about anyone seeing him since the school was mostly empty by now. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he jogged over to his locker with a small excited grin etched on his face. He couldn't wait to read about how your day went, or your interesting hobbies, or your jokes that actually made him laugh.

As he turned the corner of the hall, his movements came to a halt as he saw someone standing in front of his locker, his eyes widened at the unfamiliar person standing in front of the school lockbox. He couldn't see their face but their form was stunning, the uniform fit their body perfectly as their (H/C) fell over the sides of their face and hid their eyes. However, it wasn’t their looks that caught his eyes - it was the note in their hands, the same lilac envelope that was always found in his locker was in their tiny hands.

Could it be... was it actually you?

The sight made his grip on his bag loosen as the obnoxious sound of the bag clattered to the floor rang through the hall with an echo following it caused you to jump, and with a turn of your head, your gorgeous (E/C) eyes connected with the dark amethyst ones of the boy.

It was only a moment but it felt like time froze for Scaramouche as he caught the small glimpse of your eyes - they looked like they held a world of sorrow and happiness. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask something, you turned on your heel and dashed down the hall as fast as you could, the lilac note fluttering to the floor just like it did the first day he had received one.

"Wait, no, hold on!!"

His call for you wasn't answered with a reply or action as he chased after you while picking up the note that fell on the ground. Chasing you through the building while calling after you didn't make you stop as you finally made your way out the doors through the school with him following you.

However, the minute he burst through the school doors and exited the building - he couldn't see you anywhere. He panted as he leaned over a little, hands on his knees with the note still in his hand. His heart pounded like it never did before, even though it hurt to see you run off like that he actually got to see who was the one sending him the letters.

And gods were you gorgeous, the thought of being able to find you in school the next day was all he needed to have hope as the large smile etched onto his lips. He was going to find you and finally ask for your name.

Looking at the envelope in his hand his heart warmed up, wondering what could be written inside this one - they were never consistent, they were all different whether it was a funny story, complimenting something he did, or comforting and asking him questions if they thought something happened. However, one thing that would never change was the loving words written in each one.

He brought the letter to his lips as if kissing it with no movement as he sighed and took in the natural flowery scent of the paper.

He would cherish this letter like all the others - however, the only person he would ever admit that too is you, whether it was in person or a letter.

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[demon-kumo]

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒷𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉…

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝐹𝑒𝓂!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒪𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓍 (𝐹𝑒𝓂 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔), 𝒫𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒/𝒮𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 (𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝓉), 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓃𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎, 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒪𝒪𝒞 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝑜, 𝑒𝓉𝒸 (𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈).

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 >

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 an Adeptus means being and having a lot of things. You are much more powerful than mortal beings. Having immense stamina and physical strength that is beyond them. But that didn't mean they couldn't get tired.

Despite claiming that they had no need for rest, Xiao knew that even the strongest warriors from him to Rex Lapis needed rest. That is why ever since you, his beautiful and sweet wife- whom he has been married to for over millennia, started to hunch over and sigh from exhaustion.

That is simply not allowed, he refuses for his beloved to be troubled by anything whether it's demons or the evil clutches of exhaustion. At first, he wanted you to come to him or call out his name so he could help you but as time went by you never had and you became more and more exhausted. Realizing this, he knew he would have to be the one to confront you about it.

He would make you relax whether you like it or not. Which is why he had something special planned when he called you when the moon was high in the sky.

One that he knew you couldn't refuse...

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 stood on the balcony, hands clasped together behind your back as you waited for your spouse to come and see you.

Before you left in the morning, Xiao had asked for you to meet him on the balcony at night. This piqued your curiosity, to say the least considering your husband would not beat around the bush often. If he wanted something he would either wait for you to figure it out or be direct about it, no other way around it. So to be asked to wait here for him was rather odd.

You stare out at the view with a small smile, despite seeing it every other day it seems to never get old no matter how many times you look at it.

"You're here." A calm and slightly raspy voice was heard from behind you, yet you weren't startled in the slightest. Being the wife of a yaksha meant having to get used to him teleporting to you anytime and anywhere.

You gently smiled at him, the moon shining high behind you giving both you and Xiao an ethereal glow that seemed to be out of a fairy tale. Xiao couldn't help the tiny amount of pink that dusted his cheeks when he saw how lovely you looked in the moonlight, you, of course, thought the same of Xiao.

How could you not, the iridescence of his skin seemed to glow with such beauty that it almost felt like a sin to touch it with how pure and lovely it looked. You snapped out of your thoughts when he looked at you with his perfect brows furrowed.

He placed a pale gloved hand on your cheek causing you subconsciously to lean into it placing your own over it. Even through his mismatched gauntlet, you could feel the warmth from his touch hands. You felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you with such softness, a look of adoration that he only used with you.

"My love, you're overworking yourself... again," Xiao muttered in a soft tone that he only ever used for you. Such sides of an Adeptus are, in Xiao's mind at least, embarrassing and shameful, yet such modesty was something he had let go of when he married the woman in front of him.

You bit your lip lightly and lowered your head, a shadow casting over your eyes as they watered slightly. The tears of frustration and shame form yet don't fall as stutters bubble up in your throat.

" I-I know Xiao, but an Adeptus doesn't need-"

"Qixing, you are going to relax whether you like it or not..." The voice of the yaksha deepens at the end, becoming husky causing a shiver to run down your spine. Hot breath tickled your ear as his teeth lightly grazed the shell of your ear.

"And if not, I will have to make you submit to me, my love..."

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 and moans filled with lust filled the room, being fueled by desire. Sitting on the conqueror of demons' laps is only something you felt in your night fantasies during heat or when you made love with your husband under the moon.

The upper portion of your silk robe glided across the arms of your skin and off your shoulders, now hanging off the junction of your curved elbows, allowing the cool air to nip your skin and your breasts full access for his hands. The bottom of the robe bunched up at your waist, allowing a complete view of your sex which was now filled with slim pale fingers.

A blush stronger than the brightest of silk flowers in their full bloom appeared on the apples of your cheeks, matching the red splotches left as marks by Xiao. Softly biting into your soft skin before letting go and continuing to grope your tit as his fingers plunged further into your warm, wet, hole causing your head to drop back onto his naked shoulder.

"X-xiao~AH!! F-feel 's good! F-f-faster~ah!"

Your words came out as broken moans and slurs. The dark-haired man only let out a hum, following your command as he sped up his pace. He worshipped your body and beauty more than he did Rex Lapis. Every gentle kiss to every mark was all for you.

" X-XIAO~♡!!! I-I'm -ngh- gonna c-cu-"

Suddenly Xiao ripped his finger out of you, causing you to whine at the emptiness you felt only to be cut off his lips, soft as the petals of his favorite flower, you could taste sweet syrup and almonds as his tongue intertwined with yours.

His faintly scarred hands trailed from your tits to your waist, savoring the shiver your body did as his chilled hands slid down your hot skin laying you down on the bed. Slipping his mouth away from yours, a huff could be heard from his nose as he saw you faintly chase his lips but was too dizzy to do so, one might think it was of mockery but as his wife you knew it was one of amusement.

Feeling his lips pecking fleeting kisses all over your body, teasing your breasts and circling your nipples with his tongue making you sigh in ecstasy before making his way down further to your nether region.

Nipping at the soft, silky skin of your inner thighs and making way to the spot you most desired, and waited in anticipation for the scream of pleasure only to feel him turn his attention to your other thigh, leaving rosy blotches that are glazed over saliva. You could see the twinkle of mirth swimming in his cat-like eyes

"P-please X-xiao, don't t-tease me a-anymore,"

Your broken sobs and pleas made the Adeptus smirk with hunger as he lifted his face to look up at you.

"As you wish, my love."

Xiao slid down your body once more to come face to face with your cunt. He almost let out a moan when he took in the full view of your flower, possessively drinking the sight of what was his, his cheeks tinting red from the sight alone. Archons, how did I get so lucky... those were the words floating through his head. He wanted to fuck you then and there but he was always one to uphold his words.

And oh did he do so...

Your back immediately arched when you felt the hot wet muscle slide against your folds, a scream-like moan ripping out from your vocal cords. Your hands grip the dark and teal hair that covers the very bottom of your stomach as Xiao buries himself in your soft rose.

Your head began to spin as you felt his tongue swirl around your puffy bundle of nerves, flicking across your slit. You felt vibrations course through your bones as you felt him mumble a moan of delight at the taste of your fluids, causing another groan of pleasure to leave your swollen lips.

Xiao brought a hand to your folds and separated them, allowing him to have access to your pearl, causing him to lick and flick it making you tense up and gasp, arching your back even more and moaning louder as he suck on the small ball.

Tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks as you choked sobs, feeling the knot in your stomach untwined and your juices splash into his mouth. Your cheeks redden even more as you could have sworn you heard slurping the fluids of your body. Eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull, drool pooling at the side of your mouth.

Xiao lifted his head, his devilish tongue peeking from the side of his mouth licking up your pollen before licking the drool at the side of your mouth. Gently crashing his lips against yours you submitted yourself before you felt something entering you, disconnecting your lips as you closed your eyes and moaned.

Xiao knew your body far too well to leave you hanging. Yet despite being with you for thousands of years he still couldn’t help but moan at the warmth he felt when you both made love.

His head spun with lust, gilded eyes glazed over with desire and love, lost within a rose haze. Softly kissing your jaw as he waited for you to adjust, he would never want to hurt his precious angel.

After a few minutes of kissing and groping, you jerked your hips up causing both of you to moan. Xiao took that as his signal and started to thrust within you, a mantra of moans spilled from your lips.

Pleasure prickled up your back and into your skull. Griping his arms as you wrap your legs around his hips, digging your heels into his back to bring him closer to you.

“A-archons, you are s-so tight… s-so soft, so w-warm,”

You whine at his words, tightening around his cock making his shutter and smirk in satisfaction. You were completely submitting to him. Your expression held nothing but undying ecstasy, pupils shaped like hearts as you kissed his neck, making your own marks.

“Oh my, Xiao~ ♡”

The breathy words slurred from your mouth made something within Xiao's snap. Grabbing your legs, he placed them up against your chest as his thrusts started to become much sloppier and faster.

Many more moans could be heard as you felt the familiar knot coil in your stomach. Xiao drew his hand down to your clit and groped it.

“Such a good girl, letting me use you like a little toy, letting me fuck the stress out of you, you wanted this didn’t you,”

Xiao's husky voice whispers in your ear, hot breath hitting your neck as he licked your lobe. Moaning at his words your body began to twitch.

“X-XIAO, I’m~agh gonna~ngh, c-cu-“

“Cum for me, Darling~,”

And just like that you did, letting the knot unravel, a creaming ring staining his member as hot white ropes shot out of Xiao’s dick.

“AAAHHHH!! XIAO~ ♡”

You collapsed on the bed, chest heaving up and down as Xiao flipped both of you over, your cheek hitting his toned chest.

Sighing through your nose you smiled as Xiao sat up and leaned against the headboard but looked at you with a smirk as he brought your face close to his.

“Qixing, pick a number between 1 and 10.”

Furrowing your brows you tilted your head and looked at him in confusion but answered anyway.

“6?”

A smirk that could be compared to the devil itself crept its way onto Xiao's face. You are about to get up and ask what is going up but are cut off but a thrust making you gasp a moan.

“Alright, 6 more rounds to go. What did you really think I was done? You came twice while I only came once. It’s only fair to return the favor, my love. I am going to breed you until you won’t know how to say anything other than my name~ ♡”

#Xiao #genshin x you #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin smut #xiao smut #xiao x reader smut #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #adeptus xiao #smut writing #mature

[demon-kumo]

This is a random thought but has anyone noticed how similar Scaramouche and Chuuya Nakahara are? I mean they both...

Wear Weird hats and pull them off

Both are short

Both have temper issues

Both have abandonment and second-place issues

Both can fly

They both are basically not human

Both are basically gods

Those two could be long-lost brothers with how similar they are. Not to mention both are really hot.

#chuuya nakahara #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #wanderer genshin #bungou stray dogs