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cosmikazie · 7 months

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RAINED WORLD RASCALS RELATIONSHIP CHART IS HERE!!!!

<NOTE: SUBJECT TO CHANGE>

Nobody asked for it, but I decided if I wanna get to know the personalities and types of my main AU's scugs better and more properly nail them down, this is a way of doing that!

The Rained World Rascals AU is another one of those ones where all the scugs end up in the same point in the timeline (approx. Surv/Monk's time) and have to work together. Much like those ones, this one has LORE!!! And no shortage of it, despite me still hammering out the details. But I've been working on this for as long as I've been a part of the community, and it makes me happy to finally be able to share this stuff around!

BTW, no line just means that the character isn't known well enough by the other character to constitute an opinion either way.

(I'll elaborate on this a bit more under the cut)

Survivor & Monk

Hunter: They were the first one who the duo properly got to know, and thus became incredibly tight-knit as time went on.

Gourmand: Auncle/parental figure! Back at the big OE tree they watched the siblings grow up, but the Gourmand stuck in the superstructure watershed is much younger and timeline-wise hasn't actually met them yet.

Artificer: Survivor has their disagreements with them, but ultimately respects their rule as a leader. Arti admires Monk, on the other hand, for their innocent youthful attitude towards life. They remind them of two pups who used to be in their life.

Rivulet: (i forgot to draw the line oops) Monk really likes Rivulet's fun-loving attitude towards everything around them, and enjoys playing games with them. They are good friends with Monk.

Saint: Survivor isn't a massive fan of Saint's aloof, uptight and spiritual nature--a fact that Saint is very well aware of--but overall still manages to get along. Meanwhile, Monk spends a lot of time around Saint simply because Saint's got a good listening ear.

ENOT: Neither of the siblings really have any major grievances with ENOT, but Monk is a little bogged down by their tendency to hide behind something when around them.

Hunter

Survivor & Monk: *see above*

Gourmand: They have massive respect for Gourmand for keeping Monk safe while they helped Survivor search for their sibling.

Artificer: Look me in the eyes. No, look me in the eyes right now. You knew this was gonna happen.

Spearmaster: Hunter really likes having spears at the ready whenever they need them, and while they don't approve of Ol' Spearsy's spear-producing methods, you can't fix what ain't broke.

Saint: Hunter cannot stand how "above everything" Saint is. Their cool, calculating, disciplined behavior is no match for a hotheaded, rambunctious action-lover like themselves.

Gourmand

Survivor & Monk: Doesn't actually know the siblings all that well yet, but knows they're supposedly their family members from the future, so will do anything to keep them safe.

Hunter: Has great respect for them guarding and escorting Survivor to help Monk find them.

Artificer & Spearmaster: Sorta like co-workers to both of them, seeing as how the three of them together are the pack leaders. Even in disagreement, they are peaceful and kind to the others.

Saint: Not sure how they became so close, but they're pretty sure a blood pact was formed somewhere along the way.

Artificer

Survivor & Monk: Arti has taken a liking to Monk, as they remind themselves of their own pups from back before... the incident. Survivor on the other hand is a little disobedient and is seen by them as a bit of a troublemaker, but they still make themselves useful, so it's not a big deal.

Hunter: yeah

Gourmand: Gourmand is good at being resourceful and calm, even when the going gets rough. This orange fellow literally has no enemies.

Spearmaster: On the other hand, Arti and Spears have very different ideologies and methods of dealing with problems, especially when it comes to scavengers. For every "if we can be friends, we should be friends" from Spears, there's an "easy for you to say" from Arti.

Rivulet: Arti has no strong opinions on Rivulet, other than that their speed is insanely impressive.

Saint: Arti has ample reason to be terrified of Saint. But they are a great confidant.

Spearmaster

Survivor: Had a short friendship that didn't really end suddenly, but more just... decayed. No reason in particular, just more important stuff came up, I guess.

Hunter: Hunter values their skills and cares about their hobbies and talents. That's enough for them.

Gourmand: Gourm caters to their digestive predisposition by crafting meals of all kinds that let them use their spears to consume them. They're a real ally, that Gourm.

Artificer: Spears can't understand why Arti could ever hate scavengers. They're funny little guys who love to tell tall tales and have plenty of folklore. What even happened between Arti and scavengers, anyways?

Rivulet: Queerplatonic couple. That is all.

ENOT: Constantly being asked how kissing works if you have no mouth tends to wear you down over time.

Rivulet

Survivor & Monk: Rivulet is especially curious as to what it's like to have an older sibling, and figures that even in the scary land of the superstructure watershed, Monk can be as carefree and joyful as they usually are, then Survivor's probably a good sibling. Monk is one of two people in the crew Rivulet feels comfortable being immature around.

Gourmand: Rivulet likes to share seafood cooking insight with Gourmand from time to time.

Artificer: Rivulet doesn't like being ordered around, but likes to be speedy and run around, so it's kind of a double-edged sword.

Spearmaster: Queerplatonic.

Saint: Finds them weird, but is ultimately fine with them as long as they aren't being ominous.

Saint

Survivor & Monk: They don't have much of a connection with Survivor, but Monk reminds them of their childhood--mind you, they can't even remember when they were a pup. That's how much Monk affects them.

Hunter: Hunter is far, FAR too hotheaded for Saint to handle. Too undisciplined, too violent, and too impulsive. They can never get along with each other.

Gourmand: Saint has a pact with Gourmand. If they ever, EVER try to ascend anyone in the pack, Gourmand has the right to remove them from the cycle permanently, by any means necessary.

Spearmaster: Saint shares some sympathy with Spears for being stuck well outside of their temporal extreme of the timeline. They find some solace and peace in knowing they're around.

Rivulet: Just another over-the-top small slugcat to them. It doesn't really bother them, though.

ENOT: ENOT is actually quite interesting to Saint. They're the only other one in the pack who sees the world through a warped lens, albeit a much different one than the one they do.

ENOT

good lord man.

It doesn't really take much of an explanation for this one. ENOT is just a being with the express purpose of... well, they'd like everyone else to think it's just to love. But there's something else going on here. Something mysterious...

On the other hand, we also have...

Monk: Out of all the slugcats, Monk is the only one that actually manages to TERRIFY ENOT. Why, you ask? Well, considering how ENOT sees the world around them as some horribly distorted, half-finished mess, and Monk just happens to be a pup, then...

...yeah.

#rain world #rw au #rain world au #rw survivor #rw monk #rw hunter #rw gourmand #rw artificer #rw spearmaster #rw rivulet #rw saint #rw enot #rw inv #rain world downpour #rw shipping #artihunter #rained world rascals

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minkkumaz · 8 months

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MONSTER

late night conversations were never supposed to lead to confessions. yet as you lay next to haemin, he finally lets down the walls he's built for everyone but you. sometimes he has to embrace it.

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.2k TAGS best friends to lovers trope. school au. fluff. study date (?). confessions. anxiety mention. reader has a dog. mention of reader playing roblox. minor cussing. OMI NOTE and alas, here is the final part of this series. although it was short (there genuinely just wasn't a good amount of adventure time songs), i am sincerely so proud of this series. ending it off kinda tame with haem. no rhyme intended.

the rest of the world was shut out from haemin, he’d always been like that. locked away in the confines of his chest was a beating heart that wasn’t accessible to anyone but you. he still remembered the way your hand grasped onto his with no hesitation, picking him up from a fall on the playground.

everyone around him was playing happily, not wanting to sacrifice their treasured time on the swing sets or monkey bars. but you stopped for him, reaching out to pick him back up on his feet. he wiped dirt from his hand - me - down levi’s short and kid sized denim shorts. you furrowed your eyebrows, pointing at the scrape on his knee.

it didn’t even occur to him that he was bleeding, because he could only feel the dark butterfly awakening in his stomach for the very first time. wind lightly danced against the air, surrounding the two of you comfortably. there was a bandaid in the front pocket of your little backpack, and a bottle of water in the netting on the side. an innocent friendship flourished that day.

you never pried him for answers, never begging to understand why he was how he was; content with the idea that you’d be there for him regardless of what he wanted to share with you. it was a silent pact that went unspoken.

but some feelings never failed to back away, you made him feel small again. the pretty girl that helped him on the playground even when he didn’t say a thing or mouth a thank you. words fell from your lips in a tangent, telling him whatever was on your mind, and he listened. moving towards highschool, this always stayed consistent between the two of you.

there were a lot of girls that were charmed by his mysterious persona, which made them envy you. it was difficult pretending you didn’t notice their glares. by your junior year of college, you had developed you’re own list of frequently asked questions.

is it true that jung haemin was a bully? does he seriously only talk to you all the time? is he pretending to be monotone or does he actually not have a personality?

questions like these made you rub at your temples, trying to ease the growing headache you had. this was beyond whether he was a good guy or not, because when he was alone with you he was perfect. laughing at every stupid joke you made, putting away the ice pack in your lunch when you were too lazy, doing your skincare for you when you weren’t mentally there and just needed to sleep.

haemin often came to your house when school was over, following behind you as you explained to him the course of your day. the sound of a keychain jingling against his backpack made you know he was still there. you had purchased it for him the previous year to liven up his plain backpack, with you of course having a matching one.

when you got to your front door, you slipped off your school shoes and welcomed yourself inside. upon entering, your dog was clearly excited, pattering it’s feet against the cold floors upon seeing you and a common visitor. reaching down, you plant a soft pat on your pets head and run off to your bedroom upstairs.

dropping your backpack on the floor, you let yourself fall into the comfort of your warm sheets. haemin cringed slightly at you laying down in your every - day clothes. he tells you that it dirties your comforter, but you’re too tired to care.

“haem, i just want to lay down forever. can’t we delay studying just a little bit?” your voice is muffled into your blankets.

“you know we can’t, y/n. we don’t want to fail, otherwise your parents won’t let me come over anymore.” he sighs, sitting down next to your sprawled out figure.

“give me like.. five minutes to just relax.” you plead, turning over on your back and pouting out your bottom lip.

“five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and suddenly you’re in class with no clue what you’re doing.” he tells you, “you don’t want to regret it later.”

“i despise you for being such a wonderfully productive influence on me, haem.” you sit up from your spot, rubbing your tired eyes.

“do you want me to put all your jewelry away so you don’t have to go through the long, agonizing pain of doing it yourself?” he compromises with you.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you smile softly, moving your hair out of the way as he moves closer to you.

the bed dips behind you, a warm presence of your best friend only mere inches away from you. fidgeting with each little clasp on the back of your neck, he finally wraps his arms around your neck and the jewelry over your head. he then takes two ends of the ribbon in your hair and pulls them apart to loosen up and be put to the side.

he collects each delicate item in his hand and quickly takes it over to your vanity, before returning in front of you. the touch against your skin still lingered, even when he was away from you.

“thank you haem. suddenly i’m rejuvenated and ready to study until both of my hands fall off.” you thank, slipping off your cardigan to hang on one of your bed posts.

“yeah, no problem.” he mumbles, “did you finish any of the homework that was assigned to us?”

“there was homework.. on top of the test that we’re already taking tomorrow?” you whine as he nods at you.

“you should go to sleep at decent times from now on, you’re constantly dozing off in class.” he mentions, unzipping his backpack to pull out a binder.

“hey, wait– you watch me in class?!”

“i don’t watch you, i just happened to notice. plus i saw you active on roblox when i was going to bed last night.” he explains to you, watching your face contort into an embarrassed expression.

“maybe you’re right! i won’t confirm nor deny that any of that is real. but a little birdie told me that if i didn’t grind all night i would’ve never been able to surpass jaeyun’s high score..” you attempt at defending yourself.

“as long as you had fun. but seriously, you should rest early tonight, okay?” he advises, as you follow in grabbing your supplies.

“what did i do to deserve such a caring best friend?” you declared, sitting criss cross on your bed with all your materials finally out, “i already beat him anyways and he doesn’t know, so i live for another day!”

best friend, he was used to the idea of you always calling him that; mainly because it was true. though there was something inching him to hope for something a little more. he wanted to get used to that idea instead.

“mhm, are you ready? i remember you telling me you didn’t really understand this question.” he pointed at a problem with his pencil, looking back up to you.

“ah– you remember. yeah i don’t get it very much, can you teach me?”

the two of you studied for awhile, haemin assisting you in anything you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. when you weren’t exactly focused, you busied yourself in drawing little doodles on his paper against his wishes. though he made sure none of them got erased.

the night came awfully quick, the remaining few beams of sun barely escaping into your bedroom window before it became dark. music played through the airpods you both shared, your playlist finally coming to an end. all of this accumulating made it obvious that it was time to stop studying.

you reached over to your bedside table to click on your lamp, illuminating the darkness of your room. flopping back on your bed, you lay on your stomach while staring up at haemin.

“let’s call it a night, i’m tired of looking at the same things over an over again.” you frown, poking at his knee.

“you’re always tired though.” he insisted, putting his things away in his bag.

“i would get defensive, but you’re completely right.” you agreed, laying your head down against your arms.

“i can leave now if you want to sleep..” he says quietly as you close your eyes.

“no, stay for a bit. my parents don’t come home for awhile and i don’t mind the company.”

“okay, i’ll stay. but don’t worry about me if you feel like you’re about to pass out.”

“i won’t.” you yawn, stretching your arms out, “lay down with me, let’s talk or something. you never even told me how your day was, stupid.”

“i usually don’t tell you about my day though, i just listen to you.” he obliges, laying down next to you but still maintaining a distance. any closer and he might explode.

“then how about we start with that? did you do anything interesting?” you look over at him fondly, seeming as if you could see the gears turning in his head.

“um, i talked to kyungmin in class today before the bell rang. but i mainly just listened to music the rest of the day?” he said, “besides when i was hanging out with you.”

“aww, i get your full attention?”

“well if you put it like that then i guess.” he blushes.

“you’re funny haem, get into any drama?” you lean yourself on your forearms.

“besides the usual people whispering about me? but you know i don’t mind that much..” he ponders back to his school day but comes up with nothing.

“i wish people knew you like i did. i don’t understand why everyone has to be such an asshole.” you scoot slightly closer to him, lying your head down on his stomach.

“it– it’s fine i told you it doesn’t really bother me.” his breath hitches when you make contact with the thin material of his shirt. your face was smushed against him as you listened to what he had to say.

“it still kind of sucks either way, i’m sure there’s a lot of things on your mind even if you say you don’t care.” you assume, making him curious.

“things on my mind?”

“oh! i know we don’t really talk about..” you pause, “mushy feelings, i guess? it doesn’t matter to me, but everyone has them y’know? it must be hard to hear everyone paint you out to be someone you’re not.”

“i’m sorry that i don’t tell you much, y/n.” he says seriously.

“huh? haem you know me better than that, i would never force you to tell me anything.” you assure him sincerely, but that only makes him frown.

“we’ve been friends forever, you should know these things about me.” he whispers.

“don’t beat yourself about it, please?” you trace figures on the sides of his arms, giving him goosebumps

he doesn’t say anything for a second, thinking about what exactly he wants to tell you. trying to figure out if his intention was to let you know what happens in the deepest crevice of his mind. would you run away from him? would he forget your grasp?

“i was kind of, a messed up kid.” he started, “there was a point where it felt like i had to teach myself how to live. and i don’t think you know how much you actually helped me from anxiety as a kid, and now too. i’ve grown so much from you. even if you can’t tell, i can.”

“haemin, you didn’t have to tell me that.” you furrow your eyebrows, worried that the boy is forcing himself.

“i want to, y/n.” he affirms.

“then i’ll listen.” you nodded, letting your fingertips rest against his. he intertwines the both of your hands suddenly.

“i’ve always felt like a monster, and it became so clear that people saw me like that too. i might be the person that doesn’t talk to many people, or that my resting face is too intimidating, but it made me tough if anything.” he lets out a shaky exhale, “but i’m still scared that i’m not good enough.”

“they’re so incredibly stupid for not treating you like– a normal person. you’re perfect haemin, believe me.” you responded sadly.

“there’s so many other things i’m terrified of, y/n. you’re the pink in my cheeks, but i’m also scared cause that means i’m a little bit soft.”

“haem.. i make you soft?”

“how could you not?” he laughs in slight disbelief, “i used to think that, being in love with you would be a problem, but i’m starting to think it’s a good problem to have.”

“you don’t even know how nice it is to hear that. i’ve liked you too, haemin. at one point i started to get defensive whenever a classmate would ask me to talk to you for them.” you confess, burying your hands in your face.

“you’ve had a crush on me too?”

“like you said, how can i not?”

“then what does that mean for us..?” he questions.

“i don’t know exactly. we stop being friends most likely.” his eyes go wide, making you giggle, “then we try something more instead. how does boyfriend and girlfriend sound?”

“i could get used to this, then.” a smile plays on his face.

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fickleminder · 9 months

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everybody talks

DWBD AU. Five times the brothers talked about your friends, and one time the lesser demons talked about them.

DWBD AU masterlist here.

(1)

No. 2 handed over the folders with a salute. “Here are the student files, as requested! Will there be anything else?”

Lucifer scanned through the papers and hummed thoughtfully. “Tell me, did anything about them stand out to you?”

“Not really, these guys are just your average lesser demons.” The Little D shrugged. “They’re nobodies, and personally I don’t think they pose a threat to the human.”

The first born found himself agreeing with No. 2’s assessment. The seven lesser demons you’d been hanging out with seemed harmless enough. So long as you weren’t in danger of getting yourself killed here or causing him problems, he couldn’t care less who you chose to associate with.

“Very well, that’ll be all. You’re dismissed.”

(2)

Levi waited until you left the room before blurting out what’d been on his mind all afternoon. “Is it really okay for us to be doing this?”

“Doing what? There’s nothing wrong with spending some quality time with our housemate.”

“Well, no, but I mean… I feel a little bad for the lesser demons. We practically stole their friend from them, just like that anime with the protagonist getting transported to a parallel dimension where their allies were enemies and their enemies were lovers and—”

“It’s not our fault Barbatos lost control of his magic,” Asmo huffed as he packed up his nail polish. “Sucks to be them, but this is our second chance! You wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity, would you?”

Levi frowned, but shook his head. “They won’t give up so easily though.”

Asmo’s gaze hardened. “Well, neither will we.”

(3)

“Ingenious.” Satan examined the stuffed flame salamander carefully before setting it down and removing his protective gloves. “It’s a tricky curse, but well-executed.”

“Aha!” Mammon yelled while nursing his burnt hands. “See, I knew I could count on you, little bro! Those pesky lesser demons have some nerve giving our human a cursed toy!”

“Hmm, I wonder what prompted them to do so in the first place…”

Mammon swallowed nervously when Satan glared at him. “I— I was just checking to make sure there was nothing wrong with it! I wasn’t gonna sell it or anything! Besides, what if someone else touched it by accident and hurt themselves, huh?”

Satan nodded solemnly. “You’re right. A stuffed toy that’s harmless to its owner but burns everyone else is a hazard. You’ll be glad to know that I’ve already taken the liberty to do something about this curse.”

“Great! Now if you don’t mind, I’ll just take this back and— YEOWCH! You son of a— What did you do?!”

“Why, I made it stronger of course. And permanent.”

“Traitor!”

(4)

“You’re thinking about it again.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Beel hummed thoughtfully around a mouthful of steak. “Why don’t you just ask?”

“…It’s a big decision. I don’t want to be ordered around like a slave—”

“You know that won’t happen—”

“—but it’s a special connection, you know?”

“Yeah. I’m just worried… What if we wait too long and the lesser demons beat us to the punch?”

Belphie’s eyes snapped open at the thought. You, holding pacts with lesser demons instead of Avatars like them… It’s insulting to say the least, especially when you lived under their roof. “They wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, knowing you were too nice to make the first move.

Beel shrugged and went back to eating, but even he didn’t seem so hungry anymore.

(5)

A large stuffed cat poked its head through the doorway and waved at you. The brothers watched as your eyes lit up and you made grabby hands towards the toy, before Igfuur finally entered your ward and handed you his gift, which was at least half your size.

Satan was practically green with envy, and Levi had to nudge him out of it lest he broke the pen he was using to take notes. Luckily Asmo was secretly videoing the whole thing for them to study later.

Your favorite colors, your favorite flowers… those were just some of the things the brothers tried to glean from the balloons and other presents surrounding your bed. It was like they were getting to know you all over again, but this time they had to do it through your friends instead.

“At least some of them have a reasonable head on their shoulders,” Lucifer muttered to himself, having overheard the pink one getting vetoed about hosting a party in a hospital. Good intentions, but wrong time, wrong place.

“Tch, I still think you should’ve said no.” Mammon grumbled. “I mean, what can they give that we can’t, huh?!” None of your gifts were overly expensive or anything, but even he could recognize most of them as replacements for something he’d pilfered from your room before. Mammon’s heart cracked with guilt at the fact that he couldn’t even afford you basic decency.

The twins watched quietly from one corner. “It’s like they’re their own little family. Do you think we could—” be yours one day too? Beel cut himself off with a frown. Would you even want to, after all they put you through?

“…At least they know what they’re doing,” Belphie grunted. Your friends made you happy, so he could forgive them for hogging you all to themselves.

For now.

(+1)

“You’re alive!” Erkid glomped Dracius when he finally staggered back to the group, looking as though he was about to faint any second now. “How’d it go? Can we—”

“Hold on, first things first!” Belyth marched over and grabbed Dracius by the shoulders, checking him from head to toe. “Still breathing, all limbs intact, not cursed… Yup, he’s good.”

Rache was practically vibrating with anticipation. “So? So? Can we visit or not?”

“He said yes…” Dracius mumbled, still somewhat dazed.

“But?” Talon’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. I gave him our tribute, I asked, and he said yes. That’s it.”

“Really? Huh…” Vorgo scratched their chin. “That’s awfully generous of him. I guess we got worked up for nothing.”

“After all the effort we put in to get that rare vinyl record, this was pretty anticlimactic,” Igfuur grumbled.

The Avatars were your official hosts during the exchange program, so it made sense that the hospital had them listed as your emergency contact. Any requests for visitation rights had to be approved by them first, and Dracius had not been optimistic when he asked for an audience with Lucifer.

“You were the one who called 666?” Lucifer’s face was frighteningly blank after Dracius had finished speaking. He took a moment, relishing the way the lesser demon tried not to squirm under his gaze, before his eyes softened and his lips curled into the faintest of smiles. “You’ve done well. Permission granted.”

“All right then, no time to waste!” Rache declared, already searching for party supplies on her phone. “We’ll need balloons, flowers, get-well-soon cards, catering—”

Belyth gave a deep sigh. “Let’s not make him regret his decision, shall we?”

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #dwbd au

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ghostradiodylan · 9 days

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do u have a favorite aspect of a blood pact au? is there a specific set of counselors u prefer to be infected over the others for postgame fancontent?

-cas @chrashley

Okay so I am going to confess to something right now… I’m not actually the biggest blood pact fan! And by that I mostly mean blood pact as in them becoming werewolves and just being content to stay that way and living as a pack indefinitely (other than the meowclops one because it’s hilarious and meowclops is always immaculate). Like I get the appeal of that but I don’t think they’d really be okay about it like they are in some AUs. I like it more when they’re still working to figure things out and get themselves cured, though I think obviously you can tell a compelling story either way.

(And the less A/B/O vibes the better IMO. I just don’t see the appeal of a sexual caste system unless the whole point of the fic is to upend those expectations.)

I think the best thing about blood pact though, as the characters try to navigate being infected for however long they need to, is how much you can have it brush up against the ordinary world and be infused with realism. I love Jacob and Nick buying out the butcher shop in They Say I’m Dancing With My Demons. The use of outsider POV there really works to reinforce that boundary between the infected counselors and the ‘normal’ world and it makes it so funny. I love Ryan’s grandmother saying “I fed a wolf-man salami on my kitchen floor last night,” in As We’ve Done Before (shoutout @insertlovelyperson) I love seeing ordinary people try to find ordinary solutions to extraordinary problems, it’s just so much fun.

As much as I love the angst of werewolf infection (what have I become? Is this who I really was all along just being allowed to come out? Am I responsible for the people I might hurt when I’m transformed, etc) the fish out of water comedy of it always hits so hard for me!

As we’ve discussed, I’m all about duality and getting to be surprised with the unexpected, so seeing softer/meeker characters as werewolves is always fun for me. Like, all the counselors are kinda soft one way or another tbh but I love to see someone like Abi or Dylan really cut loose in a feral rage. Ryan too, we never got to see him really lose control and I think maybe that would be good for him to just vent some pain. I love the pre-transformation expressions of their insecurities and hidden fears too. I guess I mostly just crave whatever we never get in the game!

(They should have let Dylan eat people. I would hate that for him but it should have been an option.)

#the quarry #blood pact #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #let my boy eat people #beautiful asks from beautiful people #ask bunny #thanks for the ask cas

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norel-ravenclaw · 2 years

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Writing Prompt Lists For Romance & Smut

Feel free to use this list, anything on it, edit it, repost, whatever!

🚩 Triggering and disturbing concepts throughout, scroll down only if you are willing to see them.

This list is for me lol, it has my likes and tastes only. Please suggest anything you'd like to see here, but to have everything you want, please use it and edit it yourself.

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ROMANCE TROPES

Power Imbalance

1. Social standing difference

2. Maid / Butler

3. All grown up

4. Boss & assistant

5. Villain

6. Big & smol (size difference)

7. Protector / Bodyguard

8. Guardian

9. May-December love / Age gap

10. Dom & sub

11. Enforcement & Prisoner

12. Professor & Student

13. Kidnapped / Abduction

14. Obsession

15. Slavery

Marriage & such

16. Innocent cohabitation

17. Arranged marriage

18. Marriage before romance

19. Altar diplomacy (political marriage)

20. Marriage pact

Other

21. Love triangle

22. OT3 / Harem AU

23. Bachelor(ette) auction

24. Secret admirer

25. First love

26. One bed~

27. Forced proximity

28. Amnesia

Magic & Paranormal

29. Love potion

30. Gods / and mortal

31. Cursed

32. Mythology

33. Incubus / Succubus

34. Demon / Angel

35. Fae (tricked into being lover?)

36. Witch Coven

37. Soulmates

38. Vampires

39. Mermaid

40. Werewolf pack / mates

41. Dreamscape

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ROLEPLAYS

Power Imbalance

1. Enforcement & Prisoner

2. Protector / Bodyguard

3. Guardian

4. Arranged marriage

5. Maid / Butler

6. Villain

7. Boss & assistant

8. Social standing difference

9. Age gap

10. Professor & Student

11. Uniform (school, military, holy, ect.)

12. Amnesia

Y'all REALLY Kinky

13. Kidnapped / Abduction

14. Abduction as seduction: a kink where the abductor/kidnapper treats the victim in a loving manner

15. Master & Slave

16. Stalker

17. Harpaxophilia - sexual arousal from being the victim of a robbery

18. Pet play

Magic & Paranormal

19. Love potion

20. Gods / and mortal

21. Mythology

22. Incubus / Succubus

23. Demon / Angel

24. Fae (tricked into being lover?)

25. Witch Coven

26. Vampires

27. Mermaid

28. Werewolf pack / mates

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KINKS

Mild

1. Praise & Reassurance (technically kinks right? maybe?)

2. Voice kink

3. Overstimulation

4. Edging

5. Size difference

6. Quirofilia - sexual arousal to hands

7. Blindfolds

8. Dirty talk

9. Tripsolagnophilia - massage fetish

10. In bath

11. Toys

Moderate

12. Bondage (Vincilagnia: kink for being tied up and at the mercy of another person)

13. Collar & Leash

14. Enforcement / Prisoner

15. Begging

16. Discipline

17. Maid / Butler

18. Somnophilia - arousal or sexual acts with a sleeping person

19. Thigh fucking

20. Katoptronophilia - sexual arousal from doing a sexual activity in front of a mirror

21. Plugs & vibrators in public

Hot damn...

22. Consensual non consent/dubious consent

23. Hair pulling

24. Choking

25. Pet play

26. Voyeurism

27. Exhibitionism

28. Age gap

29. Triolism (threesome)

30. Fear play

31. Kidnapping / Abduction

32. Abduction as seduction: a kink where the abductor/kidnapper treats the victim in a loving manner

33. Master & slave

Remember your safe words and protection kids! ~

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juno-of-wonderland · 3 months

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TRADE OFFER

You give me monster AU HC’s of Octavinelle and rook and Vil and Idia.

I’ll give you a selection of AU’s and 7 characters same as me.+1 (Three in Octavinelle and three separate characters :3

AU selection

-Blot Apocalypse

-Pack of Pacts / Yokai AU

-Horror AU

-Vampire AU

give me a second, I need to select without giving spoilers

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lucivinyl · 2 years

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the softer side of life

pairing: lucifer x gn!reader

summary: reincarnation au, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

"What happens when we die?"

The question came unprompted. Lucifer's gaze flitted down to you. His hand hovered in the air, the pink petal sitting still between his fingers as a cloak of tension fell upon you.

It was one of the rare weekends where his schedule was clear and he wasn't already worn out by the week's work, so an impromptu vacation was what you went for. It just so happened that the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. It had been a while since your last visit to the human world, so Lucifer figured that it would be the perfect trip.

And it was– the park was packed with families and friends, but you were lucky enough to have scored a spot right under a pink canopy. He could lean against the trunk and adorn your hair with petals, sake and bentos forgotten on the far side of the picnic mat, as the wind carried his troubles into the far far distance…

… where his brothers were loitering.

Of course they had to tag along. It wasn't like he had a choice.

Whatever. He was determined not to let their intrusion ruin this perfectly serene date.

And then you dropped the question. It was so sudden– there was nothing in this rosy paradise that could've provoked that kind of thought. It made him wonder whether death was a topic that constantly plagued your mind.

You stole a look at him. He was unmoored, to say the least. "There's no saying what happens. There's heaven and hell, but you could also get reincarnated or become a wandering soul."

"I see," you shuffled, shielding your true reaction behind closed lids. "Do I get to choose?"

"Would you like to?"

"Sure."

"Which one would you choose, then?"

"Mm… hell. Isn't that right below Devildom? You can come pick me up."

He scoffed, putting the petal down on the side. "Too bad you don't get to decide."

While Lilith was reincarnated as a human, it was through Diavolo's effort. Generally, souls, humans and non-humans alike, did not have a say in matters after death. They would simply be thrown into some divine judgment. And being a demon himself, death was still far away. It rarely crossed his mind what would happen after his end. Even when it did, he would just brush it off.

"Well, you can still find me if I get sent to heaven. And if I get reincarnated…" You trailed off, brows clenched in deep thought. "I'm going to be a whole different person, right?"

"Yes."

A pause. You hesitated for a split second before you said, "I don't want to lose any of this."

Lucifer ran his fingers through your hair, sending the petals into disorder. He didn't want you to fear death and what came after. Humans had such a ridiculously short lifespan (again, a fact that he hated to linger on). It would be a waste to spend its entirety dreading the imminent end.

"It's nothing to be afraid of," he said in the softest voice he could muster, "Though if you really do forget, I will just have to find you."

You hummed. "How are you going to do that?"

"With this." He took your hand and placed it above his heart. Your eyes flew open. He didn't have to say any more for you to understand– the pact, a bond that had woven itself into your very being, the very embodiment of the feelings you had for each other. Was it possible that it could transcend lifetimes as well?

A master at reading your expressions, he bent down to kiss your forehead, like a shot of sunlight piercing through and dispersing a storm. Your lips curved into a smile. "I still have a long way to go, my love. I will meet you and love you again and again. I promise."

Mammon's voice traveled from a distance, beckoning the both of you to join them. Lucifer pulled you onto your feet and grabbed your hand, giving it a brief squeeze. It was enough to chase the gloom out of your mind.

–

Your death was instant. Lucifer felt it before he knew it– the jab in his heart. The twist. Then, the fall.

It was unlike anything he'd felt before. He rested his hand where the pain originated, feeling for the magic flowing in the pact, but it was gone now, slipping through his fingers into nothingness. It felt as though his heart had been torn apart, half of it bitten off by some brutal abomination. All that was left was the ache. It overcame him, so much that he couldn't see anything in front of him despite his eyes being wide open. He didn't flinch when he felt the spilled tea pooling around his trembling hand.

Your death didn't just happen to you, it happened to him as well. The moment your heart stopped beating, the pact broke apart, and his end of it took the brunt.

The rest was a blur of memories. Memory of your cold skin, the funeral, carving your name onto the gravestone. Memory of standing in front of it, a bouquet of white flowers in hand, and the fragility of a human's life.

The first few years were bleak. The house was so much quieter without you, and so much darker with seven demons in mourning. Lucifer would wake up in the dead of the night just to find his hand outstretched at the cold side of his bed. He buried himself in toil, even openly asked for it. It worked, but only for a while, because for how long could one ignore their heart's longing? For him, there was always something amiss. In the scarce moments when he was happy, it was fleeting, and was never enough to be bliss.

Just like that, more years passed, paving way for decades.

It would be a hundred years before his heart came alive again.

Lucifer recalled vividly the day he felt it- no, you . It started as a spark that roused him from his slumber, which turned into a boulder dragging his heart down. He had almost forgotten how much a heart was supposed to weigh.

In desperation, he reached out for the intangible magic— something that he hadn’t done in a long time in fear of disappointment— and felt it materializing into a golden thread. It wavered and shuddered, but it was there, an invitation, a promise that if he focused on it hard enough, it would bring him to you.

It took almost zero contemplation. Lucifer pulled out his clothes from the bottom of the wardrobe, left behind a hasty note, and stumbled into the human world. He reminded himself over and over again that a brief look would be enough. Just to know that you were doing well, wherever you were, whoever you were. He would be satisfied, and then he would move on.

The human world had made a few shifts during his absence. Skyscrapers shot even higher into the sky, like arrows aimed at the sun. Roads in the cities were wider now, but it was as congested as ever. Lucifer held onto the invisible thread tugging at his heartstrings and zig-zagged his way through the crowd.

Searching for a single person in billions, it turned out, was arduous. He was constantly terrified that you might've walked past him without him realizing, carried away in the waves of people. It took him days to reach the quieter part of the city, where the pact showed him no more clues.

It was an overcast day with a storm brewing in the grey clouds above. The air was still with anticipation of rain. Lucifer spent some time sauntering around the local market before walking out onto the concrete roads, where the first raindrop hit his skin. It was a drizzle at first, but it got heavier by the second, and before he knew it, it'd turned into a downpour. Umbrellas bloomed around him, and the unprepared ones spread out to find cover.

He found shelter under an awning outside a closed flower shop. The exotic flowers bloomed ever so brilliantly behind the thick glass wall. You would've loved them , he mused. You'd always had a soft spot for flowers.

Hurried footsteps pattered closer. A figure rushed under the roof, panting slightly after all the running. Lucifer paid them no mind, still absorbed in his thoughts. It was only when they started mumbling that his attention was torn away.

"I can't believe I left my umbrella at home…"

He held his breath at the distinct voice. He could recognize it anywhere– amidst the noisiest party, on the other side of a blizzard, even decades and decades away. He turned.

There you were: untangling your damp hair, eyes darting out at the flooding roads with impatience, as though you were completely unaware of his presence. But you weren't, because you turned to him as soon as you felt his astonished stare.

Little had changed about you, which wasn't to say that you looked exactly the same, just that you were like a painting, a portrait. Though he could make out the slight changes in your features, you were just as radiant as he'd remembered you to be.

"Annoying, isn't it?" You jutted your jaw towards the rain, trying to strike a conversation with the stranger. (Right, a stranger. You bore no memory of him, which shouldn't have hurt as much as it did considering that he'd seen it coming miles away.)

"Yes," He said. The response was terse because he suddenly forgot how to speak. There was a racing heart stuck painfully in his tightened throat. "Yes, it is." He tried again.

You flashed him a tight-lipped smile before turning away.

There it is, he told himself. The brief look you were looking for. You've got it now. You should go.

"I know it sounds absurd," before he could move, you faced him again, a hesitant shine in your eyes. "But have we met before?"

In hindsight, if he were to pinpoint the exact moment he knew that he was doomed for eternity, it would be this. As the rain raged on and the world enclosed around you, he realized that maybe love wasn't a question after all.

–

It was easy falling in love with you. After all, your soul was one and the same. Little by little, his heart mended itself, and happiness seeped back into his life. He spent most of his time in the human world now, right where you were, and he had the impression that he was drunk, intoxicated by the new things he got to learn about you, by every unintended touch and all the passionate ones, by instants when your heart danced the same rhythm.

He'd never thought he could have this again, but you managed to find your way back to each other. He would watch the moonlight spill onto your hair in the dark and feel invincible, like death had nothing on you.

And death, lurking in the corner with an amused smirk, let him have his fun for a handful of years. When it decided that time was up, though, it wasn't so lenient.

It manifested as a reckless vehicle and trapped you unconscious on the hospital bed for days before finally releasing its chokehold. As the monitor beeped its flat tone, the doctor explained over and over again, they're gone, we're sorry, they're gone . Lucifer pushed them out of the way with his reckless strength and whisked you away.

He remembered bargaining with reapers, with angels, with Diavolo again (he'd done it once, he could do it again). He remembered the tremble possessing his body as he pleaded and pleaded until the words were only blood in his mouth. Diavolo tried to pry his hands away from you, but he wouldn't let go. "There's nothing I can do, Lucifer." Lucifer shook his head. "It's too late. They're already gone. I'm sorry." There must be some way. "Shouldn't you have known? "

Yes. He should've known, which was why his chest hurt twice as much. The room sank into silence as his cries subdued. Holding your icy hand, he swore that he would never love you again.

But we all know how the story goes.

Twenty-nine thousand and two hundred days later, in front of two identical graves with different names, you tapped on the door of his heart. This time, he turned a blind eye, because the thought of losing you the third time was mortifying. Who in their right mind would sign up for that kind of pain?

That's the thing about grief. It messed with people's heads and made fools of them. Lucifer knew better than to make the same mistake, but his heart was constantly demanding its other half, and it would not rest.

In his defense, he hadn't meant to fall in love again, but all his high walls crumbled at the mere sight of you– not as worn photos, not as gravestones, but as a living soul. You welcomed him into your life with open arms. Acquaintanceship grew into stolen glances, and before long, you were lovers again, pushing the rusty grief out and making space for happiness.

But it wasn't easy. He had no idea when you were going to leave him again, which led to protectiveness on his end. He was sure that, if he were around you at all times, he could prevent accidents from happening. It made him as sensitive as ever. That time he lost you in the crowd, he got so hysterical that he refused to let go of you for the rest of the day. It was only until you confessed that his grip around your hand was too firm that he resolved to stick by your side.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked from the other side of your studio apartment, stirring your mug of warm drink. It was a small flat, but it felt like home to him.

He hummed.

"Are you afraid that I'm going to leave you one day?" You refused to meet his eyes. "You can ignore it if you want to. I know it sounds dumb."

The prolonged silence was what made you look up. Lucifer was so still that he might as well have been petrified. Finally, he parted his mouth. "Why do you ask?"

"You always act like I'm going to disappear. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right?"

But you were. You didn't know it yet, but you were always going to leave.

"Luci," you called. "You can tell me anything."

Sincerity welled up in your eyes. He wanted to tell you everything so badly, so that he could lift the weight of memories off his back, but would you even believe him? If he told you that you were lovers in past lives and that your souls were bound together, would you call him a lunatic?

His legs moved before he could make a decision. Lifting your hand to his heart and vice versa, he recounted fragments of your previous lifetimes: how you first met, how you stole his heart, and how he'd not known peace ever since. Unreadable emotions flashed across your face. He didn't stop until he'd got everything off his chest, throat parched as he waited for your response.

"You can choose not to believe it," he said. "It must sound absurd."

"Then am I more absurd for thinking that it actually makes sense?" You laughed nervously. "I mean, the first time I saw you, I already found you familiar. I'd always had this impression that I've known you for a long, long time, I just never thought anything of it. I– I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for making you bear everything alone, but I'm here now."

Those single, simple words were full of an ocean's worth of comfort. The tears came in floods. Lucifer buried his face into your shoulder and dampened your shirt. Neither of you cared. In this moment, you were just two souls clinging onto each other in the vicious currents of life.

"I won't leave you behind again, I promise. I will remember you," you repeated it, desperate to make it true. "I will remember you. I will remember you. I will–"

"Can I have your name?" You asked behind the counter.

"It's Lucifer."

The corner of your mouth quirked up. "Alright, one black coffee for Lucifer."

You'd taken the path of a barista in this life, and had opened a neat little coffee shop in the corner of this coastal town.

Over the span of a hundred and three years, humans had made drastic changes to the landscape. He could scarcely see evidence of the old geography now, let alone get from place to place. Had he not had his heart as a compass, he never would've been able to find you.

Things were easier this time around. You got to know each other, you fell in love, you spent time together. He decided not to come clean like last time. It hadn’t gone the way he'd wanted. The knowledge had filled you with guilt, which, when mixed with affection, didn't feel so pleasant. He didn’t want you to love him out of obligation.

Another reason was that he didn’t want to tell you that you were always going to die regretfully young. No one could live with that kind of knowledge.

So he settled for simplicity. You, a coffee shop, the warm sun. He did his best to leave no regrets, to live everyday as if it was your last. When you died, it hurt just as much, but he took to the pain like fish to water.

During his years of waiting, as he stood before the three graves, he wondered for how long this could go on for. There was only so much breaking and healing a heart could handle before it would come apart at the seams. The possibility of a never-ending cycle was ghastly. He distracted himself by thinking about all the sweet moments you would share together in the next life.

While the landscapes might change, nature never lost its colors. Lucifer rested his head against the bumpy window and looked out at the flashing scenery. Scarce houses were distributed on the green land. Behind the green was a lake, then mountains that went as far as his eyes could see. It was a sight he could never get bored of.

The train came to a stop. Passengers came and went. He hadn't the slightest idea where it was bringing him, but it didn't matter. His heart had led him here after incessant searching, and it had always been right.

Someone moved into the seat opposite him. He could tell it was you without looking.

You were typing on your phone with one hand, the other hidden inside the pocket of your jacket. Little had changed about you, though even if you were to don a completely different appearance, he could still recognize you.

You grinned at your screen. He hadn’t heard your laugh for so long that the simplest hint was enough to send his stomach into a whirlwind.

The view outside started moving again. As sufficient as it was to simply be in your presence, he still wished to strike a conversation with you. Then the rest would come together by itself, just like how it’d been all those times before.

At least that was what he expected. You never addressed him. Whatever was on your phone seemed to be hogging all your attention. Time passed on. At some point, just as he was about to say something to you, you pulled out your other hand. Sunlight caught on something wrapped around your ring finger.

The world froze.

–

Lucifer had thought that there would be nothing worse than your deaths. He was wrong.

It turned out that he was two years late. By the time he made it, you already had eyes for someone else.

He hadn’t planned to linger, but he did— as a passing stranger, as the customer in the far corner of the restaurant, as a shopper looking at fruits he knew nothing of. To keep an eye out for you, that was the excuse he used. It worked for the first few months. A full year later, not so much.

There were a few things going on in his mind :

Disbelief. Anger. Betrayal. For almost four centuries he had devoted himself to finding you in every lifetime despite knowing that there would be no happily ever after. He let the grief drag his heart through jagged rocks. Why couldn’t you have waited for him the way he did you for so many years?

Underneath gritted teeth, jealousy. Because it wasn’t him whom you’re smiling up at. It wasn’t him who got to hold you in his arms, who got to taste your mediocre yet homely cooking (did your dishes still taste the same? He wouldn’t know). You wouldn’t even see him in this crowded world. Maybe he should hate you, maybe he would feel better that way. Yet the idea was like a match thrown into gunpowder. It only burnt him more.

He only got to talk to you once. You were browsing flowers with your partner as he stood on the other side, fingers rubbing soft, heart-shaped petals absent-mindedly.

“…I don’t want to pick a random one,” you said to them in a low voice. “I need something more meaningful.”

“Yea,” they looked at the empty counter. The shop owner had gone into the back of the shop. “Maybe we should wait for a bit.”

Lucifer heaved a deep breath and picked up the vase he had been toying with. One step. Two steps. Three steps. He came up to you, tucking his closer arm behind his back to keep the want to touch you at bay.

“How about this?” He started. You turned to him, and for the first time, truly registered him. “Hollyhock. Fairly easy to grow, just make sure it gets enough sun.”

“What does it represent?”

“Epiphany, nostalgia, ‘remember me’.” He pushed the words out. In his throat was a silent pleading : here is my bare heart. Please tell me you recognize it.

You took the plant from him and observed it. He noticed the twitch in your brows, a sign that you were in deep thought. Did they know this about you? He spared them a glance. They were leaning into your space. He hated every single thing about this. His heart was beating out of his chest.

“It’s a nice message, promising to remember each other and all,” you turned your back to him, completely and utterly ignorant. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect,” they smiled, disgustingly sweet, and left a kiss on your temple. “I’ll go pay for it.”

By the time you remembered to give your thanks, Lucifer was already nowhere to be seen.

Outside, as he shot through the crowd in haste, he caught a glimpse of his reflection glaring at him, eyes shining and mouth trembling.

At the core of all the things he was feeling (rage and jealousy and all that came between) was fear, because for the first time, he learnt that his heart could be wrong.

His return to Devildom was immediate. There was no place for him in this world.

—

When his heart told him you’d died, he showed up at your funeral only after the guests had left. He peeked inside the casket and felt sourness in his nose. Even if he could kill his desires, he couldn’t kill the ache in his chest or the tears streaming down his face at the sight of your lifeless body.

“Here. Just let it out,” your partner walked up to him and patted his shoulder. After he’d calmed down, they chewed on the inside of their cheek, “I don’t think I’ve met you before. Were you friends?”

So much more.

“Something like that.” He said and tore himself away.

Your life was largely occupied by two things, one during the day and another during the night.

In your waking moments, it was the feeling that you'd lost something, much like how people would forget their earphones in their back pockets, only that you had no idea what you were missing, and thus had no way of finding it.

You'd tried searching under the bed, in the library, even online where no one treated you seriously, but nothing turned up. As you grew up, you came to understand that it wasn't an object at all, but something deep within.

A part of yourself had been erased, leaving a gaping hole in its wake.

This kind of longing changed you in more than one way. You would be walking on the street and feel the need to turn back, only to see nothing in the crowd. You would look into the mirror and find yourself unrecognizable. Being cut in half meant that you saw the world in half too– all its beauty and all its ugliness. Movies that made your friends weep couldn't force a tear out of you. Jokes that had the whole audience chortling only elicited a chuckle from you.

"You're pretty cold-hearted, aren't you?" Someone (you couldn't remember who. It would seem that even your memories were fragmented.) said once, to which you responded with an uncaring shrug. In retrospect, you should've corrected them like this, "I'm not cold-hearted. I'm missing part of it."

The only way to escape the brokenness of your being was to fall asleep, but even in the land of nod peace was scarce. You dreamed way too much. At night, in the early morning, even during the twenty-minutes nap you took on Saturdays. They were mostly pleasant: a grotesque mansion perched on a small hill where the sun never shined on, comforting laughter echoing down hallways, the warmth of a fireplace. A city drenched in afternoon rain, the starry canvas above a green field. For the less pleasant ones : a wild beast hurtling at you at full speed, disease crawling under your skin, being chased by something less than human.

Mostly they didn't bother you, despite how familiar they felt. No, what really bothered you was this: the man who was always present in all these dreams, the man whose face was always obscured. You dreamed of the way sunset caught in his hair, as if he was consuming a star. You dreamed of him, the way he walked and the way he talked. You dreamed of him, yet you couldn't recall his name.

And the most nightmarish of them all: Under a shower of pink petals, he was making you a promise, and you knew that this promise was the key to all your questions, so you made sure to memorize it. But as soon as you woke up, the words quickly ebbed away from you until there was nothing left on your tongue. You were back to knowing nothing.

That was to say, your life was largely occupied by two things, one being the haunted house that was yourself, and the other being the ghost that did the haunting.

–

"I have to say, I expected you to seek my help a long, long time ago," was what Solomon had said when Lucifer asked him for a way out. Naturally, as a sorcerer who had made pacts with more demons than stars in the sky, he must’ve had to cut ties with a few, or at least knew how to. He wasted no time bringing out a flask of mauve potion. It was as if he had been waiting for it.

Lucifer had to agree with him. He should’ve let you go instead of letting himself drown in centuries of grief. It had manipulated him for too long, this good-for-nothing heart of his that tethered you to him.

Which was why he was going to end it once and for all.

Back at the house, he poured the potion into a glass and grimaced at the pungent smell. Solomon had warned him that the taste would be more than unsavory. All the more reason to mix it with demonus.

Even as he was dissolving the potion, the small voice in the back of his head was still protesting. Don’t do it, it’s begging. You’ll regret it.

He wouldn’t. He raised the glass and held his breath.

The liquid reflected his furrowed brows. Instead of emptying it, his arm stayed in place, and started to grow sore from the angle. Huffing, he placed the drink down and opted for a stroll around his room instead.

Once he’d gathered enough determination again, he sat himself in front of the desk and glared at the glass like it was a villain with a shit-eating grin. He could do it. He should do it, for everyone’s sake. Just one gulp and he would be free of torment. He would no longer know when you’ve returned to life. He would no longer be tempted to meet you. He would no longer be tricked into playing another inevitable tragedy.

That was all it was, tragedy. Everything had been a mistake from the start. From meeting you to subjecting himself to loving you. A slight miscalculation, a tiny indulgence was all it took for everything to spiral down.

Yet the small voice didn’t agree. It can’t all be bad, it argued. There were good memories. Priceless ones. Don’t you remember any of them?

Of course he remembered. He twirled the glass absent-mindedly as he recounted the days spent with contentment and nights in each other’s presence. Sitting at the dining table with food just enough for two. Feeling your arms around him on the sofa, solid and warm. The tears that he shed in front of you were never those of sorrow, but those of joy. More precisely, the joy of being able to meet you again.

It was only when he was alone that he could be honest. He still missed you. He missed you like hell . And it wasn’t fair because whenever you died, you took away so much of his happiness. He only ever had a few years (decades, if he was lucky) before everything was ripped away from him again.

The funny part was that he just kept going for it. Every single time, he ran into the fire. Maybe it was his heart that took the wheel and made the decision. Maybe the pact was the only reason he managed to find you— so that the pain would go. But he wasn’t so blind that he would blame it entirely on magic. Was it not also him who made the choice to see you? Somewhere along the way, was it not his belief that, even just for a short while, your tenderness would make all the pain worthwhile?

This must not go unsaid— it was love through and through. Love was the only trap he would dive into head first, reason and pride abandoned. He would be nothing without it.

The concoction looked to him like a stupid mistake now. After all, did he not promise to find you no matter what? He had to keep his words so that when you finally broke free of this laborious cycle, he would be able to face you with pride.

As if on cue, he heard a ring in his heart, much like a doorbell, and with it the door opened and sunlight spilled in.

—

It was drizzling the day you got onto the express. Despite the rain, the summer air was still ruthless, clinging to your skin like a layer of mist. You cupped the iced coffee for some much needed relief.

This wasn’t how you’d planned to spend your weekend. You were supposed to stay in, pull up some movies, and waste the time away, but after another night of dreams filled with deja vu, you decided to put the day off to good use.

After some research, the pink tree— cherry blossoms, to be exact— turned out to be more than just your rich imagination. While such species did exist, they were facing the dire threat of extinction. Among the few that survived in the world, one was just a few stops away from you. There was no reason not to go, if just for the peace of mind. Even if you didn’t get anything out of it, it would still be a nice trip.

The train came to a stop. You were flooded out onto the platform, but the group dwindled as you made your way towards your destination until you were the only one mounting the cobblestone path.

To say you weren’t disappointed would be a lie. Sure, the sight was out of this world. The cherry tree was massive and rich with flowers, and with every hint of breeze petals fell and pooled around the trunk. No, the disappointment came from the lack of spectators. It was just you and the tree on this dry, unplanted soil.

The flowers provided shelter from the rain. You lay down directly underneath and watched the sun filter in through the gaps, dappling all over you. The summer heat left you gradually, courtesy of the occassional wind.

Any other human, upon being in your shoes, would probably find themselves in solace, but all you felt was melancholy. As always, it wasn’t enough.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you started slipping in and out of consciousness. You were still under the blossoms, but there was something else now— distant voices, sake in the air, fingers running through your hair. The brief pressure on your forehead felt so real that there was no way it could've been an illusion.

In anticipation, you opened your eyes.

Of course, no one was there.

Shaking your head, you got on your feet and spared the tree one last glance before turning away. Before you could take another step though, you stopped in your tracks.

Your eyes landed on a figure, frozen in his movement as if you’d caught him off guard. He hesitated, then continued walking closer.

A flurry of petals blocked your view, but then he was still there, hair windblown and tousled.

At that moment, you knew that you knew him.

There were no doubts. Every atom that made you up had him memorized. The clarity was throbbing in your heart, restricting your throat. His name slipped your mind, but you were certain, because despite the fact that his expression was unreadable, you could picture his grin. You were out of earshot, yet his voice fluttered in the air. You could trace the size of his hand, accurate down to the very inch.

For the first time in your life, you felt it all— things that were powerful and magnificent enough to conquer you and render you speechless. He came to a stop a few feet away, and, recognizing your expression, his shoulders relaxed.

“You found me,” the words came naturally, despite the fact that it didn't make sense.

A smile fought its way to his lips, as if saying, I kept my promise.

#obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #elfwrites

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caffeineinmyspleen · 22 days

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The first shift was a light clusterfuck but they definitely bonded over it

#wulf draws #naruto #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #sakura haruno #uchiha sasuke #sasuke uchiha #pack’s pact au #I’m trying to cover all my bases here #Naruto au #werewolf au #part of me lowkey misses the unashamed colors of the original series #I have several thoughts about this au and they’re almost all about my Hatake werewolf lore

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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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Coronation

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: this is really about the sibling relationship, see author's note below

Rating: G

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 593

A/N: This is a short one-shot for the spring holiday event at @choicesholidays. Holiday: National Sibling Day, which was on April 10th. I wanted to rewrite coronation night from the perspective of the people who had the trajectory of their lives changed, either by abdicating or by being the one to step up. And I wanted to show the strength of the sibling relationship through that. With that in mind, this is an AU in which the scandal never happens because I want the focus of this piece to be on the coronation itself and not on someone getting dragged out of it.

My other stuff: Master List.

The grand ballroom was packed. It was coronation night and half of Cordonia had turned out to watch.

The other half would be watching from their television sets. News crews were spread out in strategic places throughout the room.

The former crown prince took his place in the audience. A scant few months ago he thought it would be him on that dais, his head that would be receiving the crown, his life that would be dedicated to duty and sacrifice.

He wondered if he had dumped too much responsibility into his younger sibling’s lap, but he knew that, between the two of them, he was the less prepared to rule, the less willing to make the sacrifices that needed to be made.

He had been prepared to rule, yes. He had been raised to rule, yes. But everything changed when he met her.

He’d given up the crown and abdicated his place in the line of succession for love. He glanced down at the woman next to him, his heart swelling with emotion as she smiled up at him.

It had been worth it. He had no regrets.

He stole a quick glance across the room at his brother’s face, thinking about how much they had in common.

On the dais, Cordonia’s next monarch stood next to their father, eyes scanning the room and lighting up when they landed on him. He smiled back encouragingly, quashing the sliver of guilt that remained even though he was confident he had made the best choice for everyone involved.

He knew his father disapproved but what was done was done.

Constantine stepped up to the microphone and started his speech, “Fellow Cordonians, welcome! I’m so pleased to have you all join us for tonight’s historic event! I appreciate your patience; I know this isn’t the Rys you were originally expecting, but this is exactly why royal couples from time immemorial are encouraged to produce spares!”

There was polite laughter from the audience as the two brothers locked eyes across the room remembering how their father had privately accused his children of playing musical chairs with the monarchy.

But the Rys children had made a pact long ago to stand united in the face of their father’s disapproval and they had never wavered from that alliance even into adulthood. The fact that the youngest sibling was standing on the dais instead of the oldest was proof of that.

Constantine finished his speech and Liam tore his eyes away from Leo to watch as their father placed the crown on Lena’s head.

He had willingly stepped up when Leo abdicated for love, and Lena had willingly stepped up when he’d done the same. He glanced down at Riley as he applauded knowing he had made the right choice. He smiled across the room at Leo who stood next to his new wife, Olivia Nevrakis Rys and he whistled and shouted in approval when his sister made her selection and got engaged to Hana Lee.

Their father had little choice after Lena had threatened to also abdicate if not allowed to make her own choice freely. Leo and Liam had backed her up and both had promised to acquiesce to their father’s wishes for them to stay and support the monarchy if she was given that freedom.

All three Rys children had been able to choose love for themselves because all three had loved and supported each other. Together, they had overcome their father’s attempt to control their lives. Together, they would lead Cordonia into a better future.

#trr au #the royal romance #liam rys #leo rys #trr fanfiction #choicesholidays #sibling day #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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eevylynn · 9 months

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WIP Folder Names Tag Game!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, & then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I was tagged by @sunwarmed-ash, This was fun! Thanks!

Here we go! (I just know I have a ridiculous amount in My Docs….oops)

WIPs in my Docs

Kitsune Stiles (post 3b)

Alpha Stiles AU (starts pre-fire)

Derek Turns Stiles 1st (season 2 AU)

Moonlight Triad: The Pack (original fiction)

Charles Sparrow - Vampire Hunter

Spideydevil MJ fic (Peter 3 and his MJ)

Swanfire Accident (nonmagic AU, Neal wakes from 11yr coma)

Weekend with the Golds (Belle, Gold, Henry feels)

Witch v Wolf (original fiction)

Werewolf Code (Hinny, Remadora, Dudley/Lavender)

Terriers and OUAT (Brit aka Neal aka Baelfire)

Tiny People (original fiction)

SF Marriage Pact (swanfire nonmagic AU)

Dumbledore getting Remus to teach

Remus and Lily slowburn

Bae finds Emma in the snow (enchanted forest AU)

WIPs on my ao3

OUAT Hogwarts AU - self explanatory series

Accidental Occurrence - rumbelle, canon divergence post 3a

Life for a Life - Dark!Bae, canon divergence post 3a

A Different Kind of Hook - Milah as Captain Hook

Leaving Neverland - teen swanfire AU

ASK ME ANYTHING ABOUT ANY OF THEM!!!

Now I tag: @phoenixwrites @reidslovely @ishtarelisheba @emospritelet @perseusparker @amazingpetey @xxgothchatonxx @bloodywhitetears @missielynne @anneelliotscat @gossipgurlingursht @stilesisderekslittlespoon @xxspideydevilxx @toseehowthestoryends @counsellormurdock @fromtheashess @renee561 @renmackree @hesmuchmoreimportant

and anyone else who wants to play!

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belphegorspillow · 1 year

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Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 6: Angels

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Story Masterlist

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Mc sat quietly as they were picking at their food. Listening to the chatter from the brothers around them.

They were thinking of their dream. They knew more about their soulmate - who they knew now as Belphegor. From what little information they got out of Beel the night before - Belphegor is his brother. And after meeting all the brothers so far - you knew he was the youngest.

That was all you knew of him. Yet, you were more curious on the figure ‘Lilith’ in your dream than your soulmate...

“Mc?” Mc looked up from their plate of food to see Beel looking at them. “Are you going to eat it?” Mc just pushed the plate in his direction as they were thinking for a bit more.

Mammon had entered the room by then and was arguing with his brothers after they were talking about how dumb it was for him to so easily get in a pact.

They pushed themselves out of their seat and started to walk out. They needed to think for how to get infomation of this Lilith person - considering how Beel acted to belphegor. Mc didn’t know if they would act the same to mentioning Lilith - and how would they get away with it? They had never seen their name anywhere or seen pictures of someone similar. It would give away that they knew something...

“Oi! Human! Wait up!” Mc turned to see Mammon heading towards them. They frowned a bit. ‘I have a name’ Mc mouthed over to the male who huffed.

Mammon didn’t seem to notice and started to rant. “What’s with Lucifer. He can’t go a single minute without bringin’ up Diavolo. It’s always Diavolo this. Diavolo that. If Diavolo told ya to jump off a cliff. Would ya do THAT too, Lucifer?! Knowing him. He probably would” Mammon huffed before looking at Mc. “Anyway, ever since ya got here human, its been nothing but one bad thing after another for me. So let’s get something straight.”

Mammon cleared his throat before speaking again. “I didn’t make this pact ‘cause I wanted to. and I AIN’T Happy about it! Everything I did, I did for my credit card - my baby goldie. If ya end up getting yourself eaten by some demon here at RAF, don’t blame me, cause I don’t give a damn. Ya got that?! Don’t go thinking you’re all great and stuff ‘cause you managed to make some stupid pact human.”

‘Would you call me by my name‘ Mc mouthed to him. “Hmph. Alright I’ll call you by your name...Pff, just kiddin’ Did ya really think I would just call you by your name human? You expect ME to call you by your name? You, a lowly human? Ha! Come back and ask me in another million years, and maybe I’ll consider it! You’d better learn your place, ‘cause if you keep sayin’ stuff like that, I swear I’ll make you my next meal!”

Mc stared at Mammon as he went on his rant. “What’s wrong human” Mammon looked at them. “Am I that intimidating. Do I frighten you? Then listen.. if ya stop talking back and just do what I tell ya, then things won’t be so bad for-’

Mc moved her hands to sign ‘stay’ which Mammon seemed to be unable to move. “wha- What’s going on??? I can’t move..!”

Mc crossed their arms and looked at the male in front of them who was panicked as he couldn’t do anything besides speak. “Wh-what’d you do to me?! Is this some kind of magic?! Listen up, h..human.. Mc...” Mammon grumbled a bit as he figured out he was powerless in this situation. “Don’t tell me this is all ‘cause of the pact?!” Mc and Mammon seemed to realise it at the same time.

Mc can have control over him... This was going to be fun..

“Alright class is finished!” The teacher called out as they left the room. Mc stared at their book filled with mostly scribbles. As they were packing away, they could hear whispers about them - mainly about them making a pact with Mammon.

“Huh, whenever you make an important announcement, the demons here couldn’t care less... But rumors..they really do spread like wildfire.” Mc jumped a bit as they heard a sudden voice nearby.

Mc turned to see Diavolo, Lucifer and another male standing beside Diavolo - who Mc didn’t recognise. “Just when I thought the uproar about the new exchange student from the human world had started to subside some, now they’re all freaking out about this.”

Diavolo sighed “Come now, don’t say that, Barbatos.” Diavolo soon smiled a bit. “Actually, I’d say that all this gossip is a good thing. It means everyone will be watching this human, which makes it hard for any demon to go after Mc’s souls when no one is looking.” Mc stared at him as they could hear what the group were talking about.

“Yes. Since Mammon’s not doing a very good job as a guardian... I told him he was to look after Mc, but he’s off somewhere else shirking his responsibilities. Though I figured this would happen.” Lucifer added on to the conversation.

“ I must say, I can’t believe you managed to forge a pact with Mammon, Mc. That’s no small feat” Mc looked at Diavolo and nods their head a bit. They were finally acknowledged into the conversation. “Anf what’s more, is that you did it in such a short time.”

“I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo.” The male - Barbatos - added on. Diavolo soon realized something.

“You haven’t met Barbatos before have you Mc?” Mc shook their head. They felt a tap on their shoulder as they watched Barbatos started to move his hands to sign. “Pardon me. I suppose we haven’t met before. My name is Barbatos. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I have the honor of serving as steward to Lord Diavolo. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Mc noticed underneath their sleeve was a compass in their favourite colour, placed in the same location as the one underneath their arm in a dark green.

Oh... He is another one of their soulmates....They honestly shouldn’t be surprised at this point...

‘It’s a pleasure meeting you as well Barbatos.’ Mc signed afterward. They didn’t expect him to sign as fast, it was hard to keep up with what Barbatos was saying...

“I see you’re putting your sign language skills to use Barbatos.” Someone else joined the conversation.

“It is quite a handy skill to have.” Barbatos responded to the new figure who entered the room. Mc noticed settled on the new person’s arm was a set of numbers in their favourite colour... They already knew those numbers represented their birthday. They didn’t need to guess that he was their soulmate too...

“Simeon. Why are we talking to these demons.” A new person added on, he was shorter than the rest and seemed to look a lot like a child.

“I see you brought your chihuahua along with you.” Lucifer commented to the new faces.

“I am not a chihuahua! How many times do I have to tell you that demon!” The short male huffed and crossed his arms, annoyed by the nickname. “Well what do you expect. I am a demon, after all. Now then, stop yipping at me. C’mere boy.. shake! Who’s a good boy?” Lucifer was teasing the small boy who was barking back at him to stop it.

“Allow me to introduce you Mc.” Diavolo smiled at Mc and jestered over to the new faces. “This is Simeon. He’s an exchange student from the Celestial Realm. Which is to say, he’s an angel.”

Simeon looked over and smiled a bit. “Well, hello, Mc. I’ve heard a lot of rumours!” Diavolo soon pointed over to the shorter male. “And this is Luke. Let’s see... You’re...a chihuahua, was it? or are you an angel?” Diavolo teases a bit

“Wha..! Diavolo, now YOU’RE getting in on the act too?! I am not a Chihuahua! I’m an angel!” He argued back. “Listen up! As you can probably tell, I’m a low-ranking angel. BUT I’ll have you know that in the Celestial Realm, I report directly to Michael the Archangel, as-” The angel beside him shook his head a bit.

“Luke, calm down. You need to learn not to make such a huge fuss about everything.” “But Simeon!”

“He’s right.” Lucifer joined the conversation. “That’s exactly why people call you a chihuahua, you know?” Luke glared towards Lucifer. “Usually the only one who calls me a chihuahua is YOU, Lucifer!”

“It’s nearly time for the first bell to sound.” Barbatos interrupted the group. As the group would apologise for wasting your free time. The only one who stayed was Luke.

He mutter something underneath his breath as he was standing with Mc. They looked at him confused and tapped his shoulder, mouthing out to repeat it - bending down a bit.

“Hey! Don’t lean down towarsd me like an adult listening to a child! You don’t need to come down to my level! I’m not a kid!” Luke huffed a bit before repeating what he said earlier. “...Never trust a demon Especially when that demon is Lucifer...” Luke paused for a moment before speaking again. “Listen to me. He’s a monster and a brute. He;s uncivilized, immoral and...and also..”

Mc looked at him and mouths. ‘Sadistic’ Luke took a moment to try and figure out what Mc mouthed at him.

“Yes! exactly! He’s the most sadistic of sadists!” Luke continued on how he didn’t understand why they would even bring humans to the devildom, but in the end the bell rang - cutting into the conversation.

“So, you’ve been warned. You get what I’m saying, right? Okay...” Luke soon left after to his class.

Mc stared at the ceiling as their thoughts were all over the place. Lilith, Their messy dreams, there was so much that was in their head. They would sit up and put their lamp on. They needed to write down everything... Get it out of their head.

Mc would take out a notebook that they grabbed randomly and wrote down one or two words about each thing that kept them up. “Lilith”, “Soulmates”, “Dream Lilith” and a few other things

“elp....” Mc froze as they heard a voice and turned to look around their room. “Help...Someone...help me...”

Mc pushes themself out of their desk in their room walking towards the sound of the calling. They reached a staircase at the end of the hall that went up, They went towards the case and grabbed onto the railing and started to climb before you heard a voice.

“Mc.” Mc jumped a bit and looked behind to see Lucifer standing at the bottom. “Stop right there. You’ll go no farther...that’s not a place for humans. It’s dangerous.”

Mc glanced at staircase before nodding a bit and leaving the stairs. The voice calling out to them didn’t stop...

“This is the Devildom.” Lucifer told Mc as they were coming towards him. “There are certain rules that must be followed here. Also, my word is law to you. You can’t defy me. Now then, go back to your room.” Lucifer placed his hand on their shoulder as he spoke to Mc, gently pushing them towards their room.

Mc went back to their room and sat at their desk. “Don’t ever trust a demon.”

Mc took a deep breath and started to write.

“Journal, Today is XXXX, and I will be making notes on what I discover here in the Devildom. There is something that Lucifer is hiding from me in the attic. I heard a voice call me from up there... I will update you when I learn more. And like Luke said ‘Don’t trust a demon. Especially if it’s Lucifer.”

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Chapter 7: Movie Marathon of TSL!

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Taglist: @candlewitch-cryptic , @iamqueenlila , @bloodyvampnblm , @somany-fandoms-solittle-time , @lizard-zombie , @doomcandy , @sakuram1nt , @bontensbabygirl ,

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I want to write chapter 8 already because I like it, but I have to write chapter seven sigh [Sorry if you wanted to be in the taglist and you aren’t here, send me a message/comment if you want to be added]

#Soul Bound

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