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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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When They Say "F*ck Lucifer" (& Think MC Takes It Literally) Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.6k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Crack Treated Seriously Content warnings: Cursing, implied relationships, pet names, jealous/possessive behaviour, misunderstandings and poor communication, demon form mentioned (Satan), suggestive content.

BELPHEGOR

"Belphie, it's time for dinner!" Lucifer sent you to find him, and when he wasn't napping in your bed, you knew where to check next.

He mumbles something into his pillow and you can't make out the words, but you know he's listening. "It's the third night this week you've skipped eating dinner with the family. Come on, you know how Lucifer is."

Belphie turns his head towards you enough so that you can hear him more clearly. "Oh, fuck Lucifer." He rolls over and starts snoring again, and you stomp back down the attic stairs in frustration.

When you join the others for dinner, you jab your fork into your food with more force than necessary. You're halfway done your meal when Belphie suddenly plops down into the empty chair beside yours. He reaches for your free hand and leans against your shoulder.

"Belphie?" you ask him curiously, but he says nothing. He doesn't eat anything either. He tries to cuddle even closer to you instead, and he shoots glares at his older brother sitting at the head of the table.

It takes you longer to eat than normal with one of your hands firmly tucked in Belphie's grip. As soon as you finish your dinner, he pulls you away from the table and back up to the attic. He curls around you for the rest of the night like he's afraid you might disappear if he doesn't.

He doesn't skip any more meals for the rest of the week.

BEELZEBUB

You have one hand stretched out in front of you, pressed firmly against Beel's chest. The other is holding a container of sweets behind your back.

"No, you can't have these," you remind Beel for the hundredth time. "They're for tomorrow, remember?"

But Beel's only half-paying attention to you. His focus is latched onto the container in your hand, and if he wasn't worried about hurting you by accident, he'd simply take it from you.

"It's not fair," his low voice rumbles thickly, and there's drool leaking from the corner of his mouth now. "I'm starving!"

You shake your head and look around for something else to tempt Beel with instead. "Lucifer bought these for Diavolo, and we're taking them to the tea party tomorrow."

"Fuck Lucifer," Beel growls, and it's the loudest and angriest he's sounded yet. You both look startled by the outburst; your hand slips away from holding him back, and his jaw drops open when he realizes what he said to you.

You hold the container tightly against your chest. He could easily take it from you now, but he surprises you when he doesn't. His eyes are fixed solely on your face, as if the thing he wanted moments ago is completely irrelevant. He holds his arms out like he's trying to block you from leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I'll look for something else to eat, but please, don't go."

ASMODEUS

"Are you sure you should post that?" you ask, glancing over Asmo's shoulder as he types another inflammatory reply on Devilgram.

"Of course!" he exclaims. "You read their comment. ‘Pretentious and gaudy?’ MY clothing line?! No, I won’t stand for it.”

He’s typing quickly and you’re not exactly sure what his Devildom insult is supposed to mean, but you imagine it’s not very nice by the way Asmo cackles when he hits Send.

“I don’t want to be that person,” you start nervously while Asmo scrolls through the other comments on his post, “but maybe you should ignore them? All this back and forth is drawing a lot of negative attention to your Devilgram feed.”

Asmo pauses what he's doing and looks at you suspiciously. “Who told you that?”

You bite your lip and look away. “Lucifer asked me to talk to you about it.” When Asmo rolls his eyes, you throw your hands up. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Aren’t you worried this little spat might impact your new launch?”

Asmo jabs his D.D.D. in your direction. “He’s only worried about drama if it involves someone close to Diavolo.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks down at his phone screen again. “Fuck him. If Lucifer cares that much, he can come talk to me himself.”

“Ugh!” You stand up with a huff and head towards the door. You tried to talk to him and it’s obvious he’s not going to listen. You hope Lucifer believes you later when you tell him you tried to get Asmo to see reason.

When you reach for the door handle, you’re surprised when Asmo suddenly blocks your way. Sometimes you forget how fast demons can move.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says seriously. His housecoat falls open slightly when he leans towards you, and his expression isn't angry but dead-serious.

“Didn’t mean what?” you ask confusedly.

“Fucking my brother. Don’t do it.” His hands grasp your shoulders and you can’t help but laugh.

“I wasn’t going to? I was going to go back to my room while you carry on with your…” you trail off, gesturing to his abandoned D.D.D. on the bed, “…little feud.”

He steers you back towards his bed. “If you want to relax, then I insist you stay here instead. My room is much more comfortable than yours. Besides, I just thought of something you can help me with.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and smile up at him. “Like apologizing to that poor demon lord you keep picking fights with?”

Asmo winks at you with a hint of a smirk, and he tugs at the belt holding his housecoat closed. “Maybe we can do that after.”

SATAN

Satan walks around the narrow pathways in his room, avoiding the fragile stacks of books that litter his floor. You sit on his bed and watch him anxiously, giving him the patience and time he needs to tell you what's bothering him. You're careful to give him space when he's in one of these moods; it was one of the stipulations you agreed to before he let you inside earlier.

"So, you were in the garden earlier with some of the stray cats, and Lucifer did...what, exactly?" You've been trying to piece together what happened between Satan and his brother earlier, but it's hard to make sense of his grumbled and disjointed complaints.

"He scared them away," Satan bites out angrily. "I wasn't even feeding them treats. I sprinkled some catnip for them. What's the problem with that?"

You know Lucifer complains about the stray cats that flock to the House of Lamentation if Satan feeds them when he's not supposed to. You know that Lucifer isn't a fan of cats in general. But, you also know that Lucifer wouldn't purposefully hurt any of the cats that make their way into the garden, and he's not usually this petty.

"Is it possible he thought you were feeding them? I don't think he would make such a big fuss if he knew you were only giving them catnip." Satan glances at you and you can tell he's not convinced by your explanation. "What if I go with you to talk to him?"

"Fuck him," Satan snarls as he keeps pacing in front of you, fists clenching open and closed at his sides.

Sigh. Maybe you can talk to Lucifer on your own. Things have been peaceful between them lately, and this is such a silly thing for them to be at odds over.

Satan watches you stand up from his bed with a defeated sigh. When you try to shuffle past him, he wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you against his chest. There's a wave of warm energy around you, and you feel the familiar feathers of his true form against your back.

"You're not going to leave me to see him, are you?" his rough voice grates against your neck. "You should stay here."

"Tomorrow we're going to sort this out together," you tell him when you meet his gaze over your shoulder.

His hands on your hips tighten. "Fine. But tonight, you're mine."

LEVIATHAN

"I think there's something wrong with your Akuzon account."

Levi asked you to pre-order the Dogi Maji anniversary bundle on his tablet, but the Submit Order button is greyed out every time you try to purchase it for him.

"Huh?" Levi spins around at his desk. He was doing some dungeons with his guild and you've been waiting for him to finish so you could watch anime together.

You tap the screen a few more times and shrug. "I don't know, it won't let me order anything."

Levi opens the Akuzon site on his second monitor and he sputters when he realizes what the problem is. "Lucifer put parental controls on the account again! Why would he do that?"

Of course. You knew Lucifer was upset at Levi for what happened earlier this week, and somehow his threat of punishment completely slipped your mind. "Well, you did summon Lotan on the RAD campus again..." you offer hesitantly.

"That wasn't my fault!" Levi argues loudly. He wilts a bit under your skeptical stare. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault. Mammon took my rare Ruri-chan capsule figurine and wouldn't give it back."

You rub the back of your neck. You want to be sympathetic, you really do, but you can't necessarily blame Lucifer for his reaction either - an entire floor of the building was unusable due to the flooding.

"You know how Lucifer is, he'll change it back in a few days and we can order the game then."

"But what if it sells out before then?!" he shouts in frustration. "Fuck Lucifer!"

Levi rarely raises his voice like this to you, and he deflates immediately after his little outburst. "Wait–wait–wait!" he stammers quickly, launching himself out of his computer chair and into the empty seat beside you on the sofa. He holds your hands in his and squeezes so tightly that you wince. "I didn't mean that," he says imploringly, and his eyes dart around your face like he's nervous you don't believe him.

You mistakenly assume he's trying to apologize for getting so angry, and you pull him into a hug. "I know," and he nods against your shoulder. "What if I go to Purgatory Hall and order the game using Solomon's account instead?"

Levi sniffles and practically drags you into his lap. "Maybe later," he mumbles against your chest, the game temporarily shoved aside so he can keep you to himself instead. "What do you want to watch first?"

MAMMON

You flick on the light switch in Mammon's room and glare at him in annoyance. You warned him last night not to stay too late at the casino, and here he is, sleeping well past his alarm. At some point he chucked his D.D.D. across the room and promptly went back to sleep.

Great, now you're both going to be late, but for some reason, Lucifer seems to think herding Mammon to class is your responsibility. Lover's perks, you guess sarcastically as you stomp over to where the Avatar of Greed is snoring under a pile of blankets. One of his feet is dangling over the edge of the bed, and if you had more time, maybe slow, torturous tickles would teach him a lesson. For now, you grab the edge of his blankets and rip them off him in one smooth motion.

His eyes are still closed while his hands search blindly for the blankets that are on the floor by your feet. He's only in his boxers so the sudden gust of cool air against his skin makes him shudder. You feel a bit of petty satisfaction as you kick the blankets away for good measure.

"'m tired, goin' back to sleep, babe," he mumbles sleepily.

Well, at least he knows it's you, even if he is half-asleep.

"We're going to be so late for class, and Lucifer's going to kill me. Or you. Or both of us!" You wonder why Lucifer would send you to wake up Mammon, when his own threats of dangling him from the ceiling would probably be more effective. You guess waking Mammon up is meant to be your punishment for choosing to be with him of all demons in the first place.

Mammon groans and rolls over so you can't see him, but you can tell he's half-buried in his pillow when he grumbles, "Fuck 'em."

You throw up your hands and spin on your heel. "Fine, be that way," you snap. Your mood's already sour, and Lucifer's pestering and Mammon being himself isn't helping.

You should have enough time to grab something to eat and make it to class on time if you leave now. What you don't expect is for Mammon to not only get out of bed, but to somehow make it to the doorway before you do.

Damn, he's fast.

He's panting heavily and his eyes are clear now, his razor-sharp focus trained on you. You bump into his bare chest because you don't expect him to block your path. You open your mouth to ask what he's doing, but he leans forward and gives you a sloppy kiss instead. There's something almost desperate in the way his hands cradle your jaw and he drags his lips away from your mouth and dusts your cheeks and brow with feathery-soft kisses too.

"'m sorry," he mumbles, pulling you against him in a tight hug, "Wait for me while I get ready, yeah? Just, don’t–don’t leave. I’ll make it up to ya later, promise.”

LUCIFER

Lucifer pauses outside your bedroom door when he realizes you're speaking to someone on the phone. His brothers are all studying in their rooms - or they should be, same as you. He wonders who could possibly be so interesting that you're ignoring your studies to talk to them instead.

He assumes it's Solomon or Simeon, and he can't decide which of those two options is worse. Not that he cares, of course.

Even through the door, he can hear you clearly. He feels the slightest sense of guilt when he recognizes the tired, sad tone in your voice. Some of his brothers failed the last set of exams, and perhaps he was too strict with you considering your own scores were satisfactory - excellent even, in some classes. He knows that you've been ignoring your extracurriculars and hobbies to focus on studying so you don't disappoint him like his siblings do.

He catches the tail-end of your conversation and decides it's definitely Solomon on the other line if you're being invited to human world outings.

"...yeah, I heard that movie is in theatres now too. I think it looks good, but I'm too busy with–look, maybe once exams are over we can go see it, okay? I think Satan might like to see it too...uh huh...alright, you too. G'night."

Silence follows, and before Lucifer can knock on your door, he hears you sigh and mutter quietly, "Ugh, these stupid exams. Fuck Lucifer."

Well, there's a thought, isn't it? He was going to offer to take you to Madam Scream's to pick up some of those cupcakes you like. He considers it for only a split second and decides he likes your idea even more. His lips curl into a feral smirk, and he knocks once before letting himself inside.

"Huh? Oh, hi, Lucifer. I'm just going to..." but your voice tapers off. Whatever you were going to say dies in your throat when he leans against your door and slides the lock into place.

"I missed you," he murmurs, a surprisingly honest (and to you, completely random) confession that causes your cheeks to darken slightly. You swallow thickly and stare when he brings his hand to his mouth and pulls his glove off with his fucking teeth. "I think you deserve a little reward for all your hard work, hm?"

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 8 months

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Raphael's First Love—A Talk With Splinter

part of the First Love Talk miniseries!

sfw 💫 word count: 1.2k

The old metronome in the corner of the dojo ticked on incessantly as Raphael sat in indignant silence with Master Splinter. After four outbursts, a fight with Leonardo, and days of distance, Splinter had put his foot down and called his son in for a talk about his behavior. Beneath his stern exterior, Splinter was concerned.

"Raphael, explain yourself," Splinter demanded with a calm voice, treading a thin line with his angriest son's temper. Not out of fear—Splinter could and would easily put the giant back in his place even as an old rat. That was no issue. "What has gotten into you?"

Weeks of this crap, that's what, thought Raph bitterly. Weeks of feeling sick to his stomach every time she was around, trying to put up a good front and getting embarrassed by himself or his brothers; he felt stupid. Weak. Utterly at her mercy, and she didn't even know. Good. I don't want her to. Splinter gave him a skeptical eye. He shifted his position multiple times, uncomfortable and trying to look casual. Grunted dismissively. But he knew his father was not going to take that for an answer. He let out a scoff, dodging eye contact, "Things gettin' under my shell like usual."

"But not like usual, because you are worse-off than usual," observed Splinter.

His mental health was actively declining the more he deliberated on the pang in his heart he felt when he thought about her. It made his guts twist to think about why he was so angry, why he was even afraid of her, deep down. The last thing he ever wanted to admit to himself, let alone Splinter, was that he cared what she thought. A lot.

Too much.

All of his brothers seemed so confident, and yet he was self-conscious. Why? Why do I gotta be like this?!

Raph shrugged. "You know me, master. Comes with the whole package, whether all of you like it or not." He was already moody, prone to rapidly-changing emotions. That was never a guess, it was a given. "Look, I'll do us a favor and just end this convo now—I ain't in a bad way. And Leo needs to stay in his lane comin' to you over a little fight." He started to get up, leave the terrible silence of the training room and that god awful ticking metronome. Splinter jabbed his cane into his plastron, knocking him back, and then brought it down hard on his foot. Raph yelped and stumbled down, quickly reassuring his seated position.

"Enough!" Splinter barked. "Sit, Raphael."

Splinter had his full attention, now. The top of his foot ached dully.

Raph was seething on the inside. On the outside, he slumped over his knee, hiding his face behind his thick forearm.

This was all her fault. If she hadn't fallen—literally crashed—into their lives, he would be fine. There would be no question about what to do or what he was feeling. It was always them and the shadows—no people, no complications. He always knew that would never be accepted despite craving it with every ounce of his being. Why change that? Why suddenly bring more emotions into the mix? Before her, it was all straightforward. Now, he worried if he was too brutish, too much of a freak, if his normal habits weren't so "normal". He didn't want to feel like he was under one of Donnie's microscopes, with her eye looking through the lens.

Splinter furrowed his gray brow at him, resting his hands on his cane. "This is about your self esteem, is it not?" he questioned carefully. Prying.

"You couldn't know anything about it!" Raph shouted back. He swung his hand as he spoke. "I'm a six-foot turtle, there's no changing it! No changing me!"

Sighing a light breath, Splinter closed his eyes. This was going to be the challenge for the day. No day was without its challenges. He recentered his thoughts, looking for a different angle. He wanted to speak his son's language.

"Correct, there is no changing you."

Raph stuttered on his response as his face fell almost imperceptibly, but Splinter knew every minute expression of his kids.

If she knows, I'm done for. Raphael's mind was swirling and his thoughts were reaching dead-ends left and right. There was no changing. No hope? He couldn't tell. He'd given up before he'd even tried. Because like his weapon, he was defensive, and did everything possible to protect what? Himself. His big, soft heart in there that needed some serious attention. The thought of telling her made him want to hurl. But like a moth to a flame, he kept coming right back to her, torturing himself with "what-if's" and doubts he had all the while.

"What do you want me to say, Splinter?" Raph spat with a low voice.

"I want you to be honest with yourself," Splinter replied.

Raph poked the tip of his sai into the mat before him, digging it into the material. "Okay, I'll bite," he said, "what do you think I'm lyin' about? Huh?"

He already knew the answer to that. It was everything; he rejected the shyness he felt inexplicably when she was around. He felt dirty next to her, or if he accidentally touched her, it was an ordeal. Because he was a mutant and she was a human. Out of all of her pick of people, he never could have been at the top of her list. He doubted he even made the list as an option.

Knowing Raphael was lying then, too, Splinter simply lifted his chin at him, and waited for the real answer.

The silence was getting to be too much for him. He jammed his sai into the mat, stabbing through it. But in his face was sadness, not anger. He finally admitted, "I just want to be accepted. Even just by her." Fiddling with his sai, he averted his eyes to stare at something random next to him, adding quietly, a little bashfully: "Aaaaaand sometimes I think Leo has a…better shot than me. That's why we were fightin'. I went nuts because he was gettin' along with her and it made me feel some stuff I don't want to feel."

There it was, thought Splinter, bingo. "Well, you are certainly not the first young man to make a fool of yourself over a girl."

"Master, I don't even know what to do with myself. How am I ever gonna know what to do with her?"

"The first step would be to stop ruining my mat," Splinter said as he bonked his son's head with the end of his cane, irked that he was creating a hole in it with his sai. Raph quickly tucked his weapon away. He muttered an apology. Splinter cleared his throat before continuing. "The second step would be for you to face your fears, Raphael. Accept them, conquer them. You are as you are—what humanity thinks of you is not your concern. You know who you are. I would like to think that [y/n] does as well."

Raph shifted, uncomfortable. "Yeah, I don't think she does. I don't really…"

She was all too kind, beautiful, and smart; a deadly, terrifying combination, in his predicament. He'd been plagued with dreams of being with her night after night. Not worrying about a single thing until the moment he woke up—he was stressing every morning. His anxieties always seemed to curse him cropping up in his dreams; not even in sleep could he escape her sphere of influence.

Placing a gentle hand on Raphael's shoulder, Splinter looked down at him, "Then, you show her who you really are. Raphael."

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narumi-gens · 10 months

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my type itadori yuuji x f!reader

note: I just really like that "brother you're a man amongst men" line of todo's and wanted to use it in a not so sad context so here we are. everyone is out here going wild over hidden inventory gojo and geto but I'm still riding the best boy train.

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

For all of Yuuji's strength, there's little he can do as Todo drags him along at his side, a massive arm wrapped around his "younger brother's" shoulders. He tries to drag his feet. He tries to fight back. He even throws an elbow to the man's gut.

With no other option left, he has to beg.

"P-please don't! Don't make me do this! I'll do anything! Please just stop!" As the two of them round the corner, the coffee shop that Todo is leading him toward comes into sight and panic seizes him. "Brother!"

This finally seems to strike something in Todo. He comes to a stop and faces Yuuji, dropping a hulking hand to each of his shoulders. He then looks down at him, a grave expression on his scarred face.

"Brother, you are a man amongst men." Yuuji can't remember ever having heard Todo sound as serious as he does now. "You cannot allow yourself to be overcome by such timidness!"

His grip on Yuuji's shoulders tightens and if it were anyone else being held, they would be wincing and begging to be released. Yuuji barely registers the pressure.

"Takada-chan says a real man doesn't hesitate to go after the things he wants!" he continues, his voice increasing in volume and the two of them begin to garner stares from the few passing onlookers. "Brother, do you love this woman?"

Yuuji's face feels like it's on fire.

"L-love?" he cries out, the embarrassment swirling in his stomach. "I don't love her! I don't even know her!"

It's the truth. He doesn't know you. He doesn't know your likes and dislikes. He doesn't know about your hobbies or your family. He doesn't know about your dreams and wants.

All he knows is that you work at a new coffee shop in the area that Kugisaki dragged him to. All he knows is that you're so incredibly kind. All he knows is that when you smile at him, his heart pounds so loudly in his chest that he's afraid you'll hear it. All he knows is that you now know his name and his order by heart because of how often he's been frequenting the coffee shop.

"If you want this woman then you cannot falter now! You must demonstrate your commitment to her with courage and heart!"

Before he can protest again, Todo's arm is once again tightly wrapped around his shoulders and he's pulled along into the coffee shop. He allows himself to feel the slightest relief at how empty it is. At least there won't be a large audience to witness his humiliation.

But any relief disappears as soon as he sees you at the counter. Where he would normally feel butterflies in his stomach at how your face lights up as you notice him, now all he can feel is dread. This is the last time you'll ever look at him without thinking of him as the weirdo who bothered you at work and thought he actually had a chance with you.

And he can't even savor it because Todo drags him to the counter and before you've even had a chance to greet either of them, he curls his hand into a fist and slams it onto the countertop. It cracks under the pressure and you can only look on in shock.

The sound catches the attention of the only other two customers as well as your coworker, who runs out from the back to see what's going on, only to freeze when they see Todo's intimidating shape.

"What kind of man is your type?" he asks you. The question shouted in your face, which is Todo's regular volume.

You blink at him dumbly, your mouth opening and closing as you struggle to move past your surprise.

"M-my type?" you repeat and although you stutter, there's no tremor in your voice and both Yuuji and Todo are impressed by your fortitude. You take a moment to look at Todo fully before your nose wrinkles slightly. "Sorry, I'm not interested. But I'm happy to take your order."

Todo laughs jovially and brings a hand to his chest.

"My heart already belongs to another," he tells you proudly and you give him a suspicious look, unsure why else he would be asking, before you shrug. You bring up a finger to your chin and look up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Well, if I had to say...I like strong guys who are nice, I guess?" you offer and Yuuji's breath catches in his throat, his eyes going wide.

You like strong guys? Yuuji is a strong guy.

You like nice guys? Yuuji is a nice guy.

"Um, also..." Your expression turns a little sheepish and you scratch the back of your head as you give them a slightly embarrassed smile. "I kind of like it when they're a little dumb."

Todo squeezes him tightly in victory and Yuuji wonders if this is what hope feels like.

#i like em dumb. what can i say 🤷‍♀️#itadori yuuji #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori fluff #yuuji fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #mel writes #my type #best boy

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phereinnike · 1 year

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OMINIS LORE DROPPED BY DIALOGUE AT THE END OF THE HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS QUEST!

Pardon if the wording isn't exact, as you can see by the screenshot I'm playing in spanish, but here are some dialogue lines Ominis speaks to Natty and you if you stay to listen after finishing the History of Magic class map quest:

Quidditch:

"Next season the Chudley Cannons will be invincible, you'll see!

"My father was a great seeker and he always thought I'd be one too. Thank Merlin they cancelled quidditch."

"I miss attending the matches. Cheering everyone was very fun. And watching Isaac Cooper."

"My friends and I like to spend the evenings watching the sun set from the quidditch pitch. This year it isn't much good for anything else, unfortunately."

"I spent the entire summer practicing a full turn on a broom. What a waste!"

Family:

"This is the first year my sister is in Hogwarts. Whenever she pretends she doesn't see me in the corridors I make her trip with a jinx."

"This is the first year my siblings and I are together at Hogwarts. Our poor mother doesn't know what to do with so much time on her hands, so she knits. She sends us a new sweater each week."

"You try to work with a wand that has been through your three disastrous sisters."

"My father says he used to hide his homework under his bed."

"I used to write to my parents every week. Now I can't recall the last time I sent them an owl, do you think they know i'm still alive?"

"I hadn't met any of my cousins until i came to Hogwarts and saw that we were all in the same house."

"My brother has promised to give me his old broom when he saves up enough to buy himself a new one. I can't wait!"

Studies/teachers:

"If I manage to stop dissappearing my class notes while practicing evanesco I might even pass the Transfigurations O.W.L. this year."

"Professor Weasley is a trully incredible teacher. She never makes us write scrolls longer than necessary."

"Professor Weasley is already preparing me for the Transfigurations N.E.W.T."

"The other day Professor Black looked at me in the Great Hall and I spat my breakfast. I don't know if he might've taken it the wrong way."

"What a relieve that Black's children are too young to attend Hogwarts. I'd hate having my father as headmaster."

"Obviously, Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world. Everyone knows that. Of course, we'll be the best at magic in the world."

"Professor Howin is going to ask us about aquatic animals next week. I can't wait to tell her I saw a kelpie in Ireland this summer."

"I took my copy of 1000 Herbs and Magical Fungy to Herbology and left it in the greenhouse next to the mandrake seedbeds. Sharp was horrified by the fact that i didn't have it in class. He said I needed to sort out my priorities."

"Everyone is afraid of Professor Sharp, but not me. He's a brilliant man. And he has only yelled at me twice this week for setting my cloak on fire."

"I wonder how Sharp injured his leg. Surely, it must've been during his time as an auror."

"You should hear Shah talk about Divination. It's a miracle Onai's ears aren't burning. I'd say stars are more knowledgeable than cards."

"I'm still having a hard time brewing antidotes. I'm surprised to many of them ask for mandrakes. I'll make sure I set my career goals far away from that."

"That reminds me, did miss Scribner say we could take the book out at night or that she'd punish us if we did?"

"I've notices that if I pretend to pay attention in Potions, Sharp lets me be. It works well enough, unless he asks me a question. Then it's not a good plan at all. Actually, I wouldn't recommend it."

"Sharp caught me making faces behind his back. It was horrible... not to speak of all the house points I lost."

"if someone needs help with their studies or homework, I don't mind lending them a hand. Yesterday I wrote half a scroll for Binns during lunch break."

"I have no problem saying I have trouble understanding that Black is married. What kind of witch would give her hand to a man like that? On the other hand, that means there's hope for everyone."

"I need dragon-skin gloves for Herbology. I refuse to touch chinese chomping cabbages with my naked hands."

"Why aren't we allowed to use gillyweed? What's the point of learning Herbology if we can't mess around with gillyweed? If by the end of the trimester I haven't personally met a mermaid I'll be mad."

[unlike others] "I do like Transfigurations. The complex and precisse nature of transfigurations is admirable."

"I met some of my best friends in Flying class. Nothing strenghtes a bond like thinking you're going to die."

"Professor Weasley must be exhausted doing all her work and then Black's. We're lucky to have her."

Slytherin house:

"Someone got home-made chocolate cauldrons and shared them in the common room. But I think they might've confused the sugar with salt. There were half-eaten chocolate cauldrons in the common room for days."

"I don't know why each common room has a secret entrance. Who would want to go to another common room? We got sorted to our houses for a reason."

"Our dorm is atrocious. I wish people cleaned up after themselves once in a while. Last night a bundimun ate my homework. The potions one, too."

"I like to have a wiggenweld potion under my bed. Not to name any names but someone spent a lot of money on Zonko's."

"My side of the dorm is always impeccable, but I can't say the same about my dorm-mates. If I didn't know them I'd say they were raised by trolls."

Others:

"Has there been any news about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"I wish I had brought a pet owl to school. I mean, I love my toad. More or less. You wouldn't be interested in getting a toad, would you?"

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"I'd like to retire in Hogsmead. Open a bar. Bore Hogwart's students with my childhood stories."

"I'd like to have a shop in Hogsmead one day. Gladrags Wizardwear could use some competition."

"I guess I'm curious about the beautification potion. What? It's not for me, idiot! It's for a friend. Don't say dumb things."

"Has there been any new about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"Have you been by the owlery lately? the house elves haven't been cleaning much this week."

"The other day Peeves distracted me and I bumped right into Adelaide Oakes. Both our books went up flying int he air. Peeves loved it."

"I don't like the size of my legs. Well, you were asking the other day, so I'm telling you."

"I had been collecting chizpurfle fangs all trimester when I thought, why not keep some chizpurfles."

"I really pity those who never get owl-post, poor guys. Have you seen their faces in the great hall?"

"I've heard girls talk about african snake skin near the bathroom. Do you think they're brewing pollyjuice? Oh, what if they've already brewed it and Sharp is actually that hufflepuff girl with the long arms?"

"Today I'm going to the green-houses to sow some knotgrass. Did you know it's used for pollyjuice potion? I think it's what creates the connection to the other person."

"There's an ex-auror living near Hogsmead. She wants to live a quiet life after fighting dark wizards."

"Do you know where I can get leaping toadstoll caps?"

"I just don't get it. Opalum. Who would think to put that in a potion?"

"The other day I got stuck in the Great Staircase for an hour waiting for it to change. Sharp wouldn't believe me when I told him that's why I was late."

"Parry Pippin sure did save me with his wiggenweld potion. In my opinion, his shop's better than any of the ones in London."

"Did you buy your bitterroot from Pippin or did you pick it up yourself? I need some desperately."

That's all I got after staying to listen for about an hour <3

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #house of gaunt #he flies and likes quidditch he helps other students with their homework transfigurations and potions are his favourite classes #he has at least 4 sisters?????

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kisakis-boyfriend · 3 months

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for the winter thingy!

can i something with chifuyu? i was thinking after the christmas shebang with taiju and him all bloodied and beaten, mikey called us (m! reader who is baji’s brother) to pick him up. (yk same apartment block and all)

basically we take care of him and baby him a bunch, then the next day he wakes up to nobody in bed…

he walks into the living room, and sees m!reader cheer “merry christmas!” with the entire apartment decorated with a bunch of gifts for him, and they spend the day cuddling and just being cute overall?

(i finished the manga for the first time like a week ago and it’s absolutely killed me please repair my heart)

Pairings: Chifuyu x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, mentions of blood and violence, patching up Chifuyu, hurt/comfort

Genre/Format: Fluff; Oneshot

Author's Note: This turned out waaayy angstier than I intended in the beginning. I hope the fluffy ending makes up for that. 😅

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

“Don't be too hard on him tonight. It's been kinda rough lately.” Manjiro's words repeated in your head the entire drive to and back from your destination. On the phone you gave a half-hearted, “Yeah I'll try.” and as your mind raced at the same speed of your motorcycle you recalled all of the recent events, deciding that Mikey makes a good point.

First Halloween, now Christmas, how many more holidays will become tainted with the blood from their gang activities? That's something you've never been able to quite understand, even with a brother in said gangs. How many times did he come back home dripping in blood, both his own and someone else's, only to be chewed out by you while you shakily bandage his wounds?

You pull up to the church Mikey told you about. He's just sitting on the steps, most likely waiting for you after Mikey let him know that he had a ride coming.

At first, the words wouldn't come out. Neither snarky remark nor greeting made its way out of your mouth. You simply looked at him, bloodied and bruised. Just like Baji always was when he came home…

“You come here to stare at me or what?” Chifuyu's voice cut through the cold air, breath visible amongst the falling snow.

A deep sigh escaped before your reply, “Actually I'm your chauffeur. I'm afraid we're all out of limos tonight though, I hope this will suffice?” You joked, glancing down towards your bike. Chifuyu just rolled his eyes playfully at this. “Get on. Before you get frostbite.”

“You don't have to, you know. It's really late and you probably have work tomo-”

“I want to.” You cut him off, stopping what you were doing for a second. “I want to. What kind of shitty friend leaves you alone in that state anyways.” You didn't think he noticed, but you were wrong. He could read you very well sometimes, and he most certainly noticed the strain in your voice as you tried not to cry.

Chifuyu took a seat in the chair you pulled out for him, watching your body rush from his bathroom to his closet while you rounded up the necessary supplies. His first aid kit, some extra washcloths, a bowl of warm water, and a blanket. Placing everything on the dining table while you have him remove his shirt, large, visible bruises already blooming on his chest from whatever blows connected during the fight.

Gently touching the afflicted areas, you asked your friend with each touch, “How badly does this hurt?” Each answer being something along the lines of, “Ouch! A lot!”

“Do you feel like anything is broken?” At this Chifuyu shook his head and mumbled a 'no'. So you continued, soaking a washcloth in the water and wringing it out until it's only damp, dabbing at the biggest cuts on his torso first. Each time the warm fabric made contact with the open wounds, Chifuyu winced. You glanced up at him and whispered “sorry…” while trying to be even more gentle. It was obvious that something was on your mind, judging by the way you weren't practically bullying him for getting hurt so much. A part of him knew why though. He couldn't argue that he was thinking something similar to you tonight.

“Surprised you haven't scolded me for getting hurt.” Chifuyu prompted. Watching you with one eye closed in pain while you wrap some bandages around his chest.

“I'm doing it in my head.” At that, he scoffed. At least you still had some sass in you.

Next, you moved on to cleaning up his face. Chifuyu's cheeks were already a bit swollen from earlier, bloody and bruised just like his torso had been. Before this you carefully wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, telling him that he needed to keep warm after being out in the snow for a while. Once again, Chifuyu noted how gentle you were tonight. Even more so than usual as your hands lingered on his arms for a minute, a bit of your body heat seeping through the fabric while they did.

“Hmph. All this and you still managed to win, huh?” You lightly teased. Chifuyu winced again when you cupped his cheeks.

“Of course we did. Even though we were at a disadvantage from the start.”

While administering your first aid, you prompted your friend to continue, “Oh yeah? How so?”

Chifuyu became more animated while complaining, “Well for starters that dick Hanma beat me up and then tied me up before the real fight even began!” he exclaimed. “Kisaki planned on betraying us all along. Which we probably should have seen coming from a mile away... but Takemitchy thought teaming up with him was our best option, so I agreed to co-operate...”

As he went through the whole story, giving Kisaki, Hanma, and Taiju Shiba increasingly meaner nicknames, Chifuyu gradually blew off the steam left over from the night's conflict. By this point it was well past 2 a.m and you were both exhausted. He offered to let you sleep over and you accepted.

The two of you had spent the night at each other's places many times before, along with Baji and some of their other friends from Toman. So sleeping in the same bed didn't bother either one of you. Especially at such a late hour and after the stressful events of the night. You really just wanted to sleep it off.

Falling asleep came easily, even with Chifuyu's light snoring (which you are totally going to tease him about in the morning). Waking up came easily too. Too easily, in fact... You woke up only 3 hours later unable to fall back asleep. After letting your mind race for a couple minutes, and lots of fidgeting later, you decided to just get up and do something. Literally anything is better than laying in bed all antsy.

Looking around Chifuyu's apartment brought to your attention how unfestive it was. He did at least put the Christmas tree up, but it was barely decorated and the rest of the place looked so... Grinch-like. You recall the festivities that you and your brother got up to in years past, almost always spent with friends after some time with the family. The laughter mixed with 'Christmas dares' that people like Chifuyu, Draken, and you would always end up flustered from.

Since you had some time you figured “What's the harm in livening up the place?” Surely his Christmas decorations weren't buried too deep in the closet?

It's cold. Yeah it is the end of December but, it's like, really cold this morning... Chifuyu thought to himself upon rousing awake. The pain in his limbs and his chest reminded him of last night's happenings. He recalled the fight, the punches he took, celebrating Toman's victory over Black Dragon, and lastly... Chifuyu remembered you. Remembered how distracted you were while taking care of him. Something was off. You never once yelled at him to 'be careful, idiot' or any of the things you usually yelled. Your touch was somehow even more gentle than before too. It was... strange, though not unwelcome.

Chifuyu's hand reached over to shake you awake only to find an empty space. The space where you were last night. Oh.

“Tch. Couldn't wait to ditch me, huh? You're always moving too fast, y/n.” He muttered to himself, running a bandaged hand through his hair before slipping out of bed and trudging to the living room.

His feet carried him across the floor until...

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, MATSUNOOO!!”

Until a very loud voice jolted him fully awake. Clutching a hand over his chest, Chifuyu shouted in retaliation, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! What the hell?!?!”

To which you only laughed, “Yes! That's my job and you know it!” Chifuyu couldn't decide whether he was happy that you were back to your usual, sarcastic self or not... Regardless, he did say thanks.

“I made breakfast by the way. I wasn't sure what you'd feel like so I just cooked something simple... and my special french toast.” You added. A statement that caused your friend's eyes to sparkle at the mere mention of. After fixing up a plate for each of you, you sat down by the properly decorated tree. Chatting about how you pulled off decorating his entire living room without waking him up, reminiscing about Christmases past, and your plans for the rest of the day. All before casually sliding a gift box towards him.

“What's this?”

“Open it, silly.”

Carefully removing the blue ribbon and the lid of the box revealed a picture frame with a photo of Chifuyu, Baji, and yourself from a summer trip last year.

“Y/n...” Chifuyu whispered, staring at the photo in his hands. His eyes scanned over it again and again, taking in all of the details fondly.

“I thought it would be nice to have. Knowing my brother I'm sure he wouldn't want us sulking over his death. He'd want us to remember the happy times, and to move forward and make more good memories.” While you already felt the tears coating your own eyes, it was Chifuyu who cried first. Though he swears it's just some dust, definitely not tears!

“Yeah, uh-huh, sure. Whatever, there's more under the tree. I just wanted to give you that one first.”

You watched as your friend laid the picture frame down so that he could tackle-hug you to the ground, hurting both of your ribcages at once. “Oof– Alright, alright! You're welcome! Don't hurt yourself, you're still injured!” you chastised.

And he laughed that precious laugh of his that always brought a smile to your face. “Sorry, Doc. Got a little too excited there! But seriously, thank you, y/n. That was a thoughtful gift.”

“You're welcome. Now c'mon, open the rest!” Chifuyu nodded, smiling as he felt you pull him into your lap while he opened another gift.

#my writing #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu x you #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #male reader #winter specials ❄️#requested #loving the new username btw :3

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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See here's the thing... everyone is too kind and now I'm invested in how this turn out. Hang on friends:

Problems... (3/4)

James was sitting in his room waiting up for Regulus to sneak in after everyone went to bed to have their nightly not-so-secret whispers in the dark.

When the door open he looked up with a great big smile, that faltered only slightly when he realized that it was Sirius.

"Oh what? You aren't happy to see me?" Sirius said, already storming in a bit more dramatic then normal.

"Of course I'm happy to see you, I just thought-" James started then stopped. Sirius knew about him and Regulus, honestly had been their biggest fan for the most part, but it was an unspoken agreement that James didn't talk about Regulus his boyfriend to Sirius.

"Oh I know what you thought," Sirius started wagging a finger at James. James wasn't sure what was happening be he certainly wasn't prepared for how threatening his best friend was being. He had seen Sirius act this way before but not towards him.

"You thought my little brother, my little brother James, was going to come in here so you could defile him!" Sirius challenged.

"Defile- Sirius what is this all about?" James stuttered. He was usually pretty good at de-escalating Sirius, only third of course behind Remus and Effie, but right now he seemed to be the source of the issue and James did not know what to do with that.

"Don't you play dumb with me Potter. Reggie told me that you two are- that you have been... well he told me what you get up too when the lights are off!" Sirius stuttered around his words not really wanting to say what was between the lines.

James on the other hand had to hold in a laugh. "Did Regulus tell you we've slept together?" Is what James offers as a response.

Sirius went straight into over-protection mode. He nearly jumped at James and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Do you think this is funny? I swear on Moony's life Potter if you so much as make him scowl I'll end you. And I swear to all that is holy if you fuck up his life with a kid right now I'll kill you. With my bare hands."

Sirius was breathing so quick and heavy, and James was actually completely terrified for his safety and well-being. He was frozen in shock and when he didn't respond, Siris shook him; "do I make myself clear?" He said.

James frantically nodded, "yes Sirius of course. We are always safe I swear. I love Regulus you know that! I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. You were very very clear." James rushed to say.

Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long moment. Then after deciding James' answer was genuine, he let him go.

James watched as Sirius turned to walk out his room, and James dared not move a muscle. But then, just a few steps before the door, Sirius turned around. James braced himself.

"Any plans tomorrow? We should see if that movie is still at the cinema. Wanna go?" Sirius said light hearted, like the previous conversation had never even happened.

James blinked a few times rapidly, "uh yeah Sirius anything- um anything you want."

Then Sirius smiled, said Goodnight and walked out of James' room leaving him afraid and stunned, mostly confused and definitely prepared to be an even better boyfriend than he already was trying to be.

#james gets a talking too #this story is too fun #jegulus #marauders #starchaser #fanfic #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #sirius black #the black brothers #trans regulus

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shinestarhwaa · 7 months

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Shinestarhwaa's prompt list: smut🌟

I decided to give my followers a little more input for the fics that I post! So now you can request fics with my prompts!!

Please name member + kink number & line number & scenario/au number

^ otherwise I can not take your request x

You do not need to choose one out of all three categories. You can just choose one and you can choose one line for one fic. Let me know for any further questions; otherwise don't be afraid to send me your request!! (Let me know if there's anything specific that you want too)

I hope you'll enjoy it x

Smut❤️

Kinks

1. Use of toys

2. Biting

3. Hairpulling

4. Spanking

5. Spit play

6. Mommy kink (reader only)

7. Daddy kink (member / reader)

8. Role play

9. Voyeurism

10. Exhibitionism

11. Degrading

12. Praise

13. Pegging

14. Temperature play

15. Threesomes

16. Foursomes

17. Lingerie

18. Cockslapping

19. Blindfolds

20. Choking

21. Edging

22. Overstimulation

23. Cumplay

24. Breeding

25. Dirty talk

Lines (can only be used once so the fics will stay versatile. I will remove the lines that have been used already)

26. "I'd let you fuck me any day"

27. "Just bend me over the table for once"

28. "I don't think there's any need for you to wear underwear, dear"

29. "You wanna do what now?"

30. "You're such a dirty whore, aren't you?"

31. "You just love my big cock, hm?"

32. "Stay quiet, dear, they'll be able to hear us"

33. "Bet you want them to fuck you too, don't you?"

34. "Your pussy is so wet for me it's practically flooding, darling"

35. "I'll be gentle, I promise"

36. "Help me with this zipper, please"

37. "I have never done this before"

38. "Why did you start without me?"

39. "Well this is a nice way to wake up"

40. "You're gonna take whatever I'm gonna fucking give to you,"

41. "It's so wrong but you taste so good"

42. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that"

43. "I cannot wait to shove my cock down your throat tonight"

44. "How quickly can you cum?"

45. "I love it when you moan my name, baby"

46. "Harder, I'm begging you"

47. "No one will notice, I promise"

48. "How could you ever be a virgin?"

49. "I'm really hard right now"

50. "Give it to me, please, just for tonight"

SCENARIO'S/AU'S

51. Highschool AU

52. Friends to lovers AU

53. Enemies to lovers AU

54. Neighbour AU

55. Brother's best friend AU

56. Established relationship AU

57. Married couple AU

58. Newlyweds AU

59. Arranged marriage AU

60. One night stand AU

61. Co-worker AU

62. Sex-worker AU

63. Royal AU

64. Policeman AU

65. Priest AU

66. Sex God AU

67. Incubus AU (demon version of sex god)

68. Non-idol AU

69. Idol AU

70. Office AU

71. Flight attendant AU

72. Rockstar AU

73. Hotel/B&B Owner AU

74. Online Dating AU

75. Sex after breakup AU

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

#kpop #ateez #smut #prompt list #ateez prompts #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#shinestarhwaa

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strayrockette · 2 years

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Gifts Turned Intimate

Prompt: The reader is a caretaker of John's kids. John decides he needs a reward for it.

Pairing: John Shelby x M!Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

John Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

John watched with shock as all 7 of his children walked steadily in a line. No running. No tugging. No shoving or pushing. Walked. They were walking and they did so quietly. He'd have cracked a joke and teased his kids for being so calm if he wasn't afraid it would break the spell y/n had on them.

y/n had done something his wife couldn't. Maintain their children and keep them in line-literally and figuratively. He watched as one by one, they patiently waited their turn to step inside the bakery and retrieve a treat. He watched as they patiently held their treats in their containers and waited for y/n to give them an order. They waited. Patiently. Those aren't my kids. John had half a mind to claim that his kids were replaced with doubles. Because there was no way his children could ever be anything but patient, calm, and quiet.

"What are you starin' at?" Arthur interrupted with a croak.

John turned, pointing a finger in his kids direction, "Tell me somethin', are those, my kids?"

Arthur squinted at his brother, his head slowly turning to look where he was pointing. His lips curved, "I'll be damned."

He gave a haughty laugh, "They can actually be tamed"

Arthur slapped John's back. "Aren't you happy bastard?"

John nodded, his mouth parting as he laughed, "We got a new caretaker for them, the best one I've ever seen."

"You should give 'em a raise" Arthur joked lightly, "Or give 'em somethin' nice so they don't leave."

It may have started off as a joke but John took it seriously. It started off small, food ingredients because y/n loved food, their constant trips with the kids to eat out was evidence of that, not to mention their pension to take over the kitchens with the kids in tow helping to put together a meal or dessert.

The more John watched y/n with his kids the more amazed he became. Not to mention the very persistent need to want to see more of y/n.

But then it got bigger, a nice tie because the kids ruined his nicest tie, and John was obligated to replace it. Then it turned into a full fit for a better suit because a nice tie deserves a nice suit to match it. Y/n didn't think much of it at first because it seemed reasonable and it wouldn't have been the first time an employer felt obligated to replace a clothing item their kids destroyed or get him fitted for something better. Those who did were often embarrassed to have their children be seen out with someone of a lower status. So y/n would happily take advantage of some rich parents' embarrassment if it meant getting newer and better clothes.

But slowly, y/n began to notice that these gifts went beyond the normal obligation and embarrassment. At some point, physical material gifts turned into the barest hint of affection. A lingering handshake here, a pat on the head here, and very intense looks from a distance. Not so long after, John Shelby had started requesting personal time with y/n. A few minutes here turned into an hour at the Garrison and access to the finest cigars and whisky. Unusual but not unwelcome. Y/n had attributed it to John wanting to know how his kids were doing while over drinks.

Y/n watched John take a hit from his cigar, head tilting back as he released the smoke. "Mr. Shelby, not that I am ungrateful for your companionship, but is this really necessary?"

John paused, head turning to stare into y/n expressive eyes.

"Call me John."

Y/n sucked in a breath, and now we're on first-name basis?

Y/n pondered the harm in calling him by his name. Upon deciding that there wasn't much risk he nodded and continued, "Well, John. I don't think it is necessary for us to spend so much time together. I'm sure your wife-"

John let out a heavy laugh-filled sigh, "My wife, could care less about my presence"

At John's admission, y/n frowned, "That can't be right, I've seen the way-"

"You're brilliant with me kids but you're not great at picking up my signs are you?"

y/n scoffed, "I'm afraid I don-"

"Yes, you do."

John was certain y/n understood what he was getting at. He may have had to be subtle and discrete to avoid getting hanged but John would be damned if he didn't get the message across.

Y/n lips pulled into a thin line, "No-"

"Look me in the eye when you speak."

y/n struggled to meet John's gaze, "Mr. Shelb-"

"Me names John, use it."

John's lips curved into a smirk as a soft blush ghosted over y/n's cheeks. His e/c glared at him, "I'd appreciate it if you stopped interrupting me...John"

John pursed his lip and pretended to think, "I'll stop interrupting you when you stop denying your feelings."

"I'm no-"

John took out a card and placed it in front of y/n, "I'll give you three days to decide, on the third day meet me here at this address."

Y/n rolled his eyes and picked up the card, "And what will I get if I go?"

John slid out of the booth, his slender fingers fixing up his suit, "A chance to explore without fear, of course."

His parting gift to y/n was a cheeky grin and a wink. Y/n pondered if it would be a good idea to explore John Shelby. He had three days to decide but he wasn't sure he needed that long to come to a decision.

Taglist:

@watercolorskyy

#John shelby x m!reader #peaky blinder imagine #male x male reader #john shelby imagine #john shelby x you #john shelby x oc #peaky fucking blinders #arthur shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders

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axailslink · 1 year

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Hey love hope you’re having a great day! Okay so Boom how about a fic where Shuri is so stressed out with all the new responsibilities she has and the reader introduces her to weed for the first time?

Real deal pot head

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: You are Shuri's hairstylist and occasional hook-up she's telling you about her day and how stressful it is.

You stand behind your chair gently combing Shuri's coils with a pic "so what's going on?" Shuri cocks her brow unsure of what you're assuming "you look stressed you usually come in here with a lot of nonsense to talk my head off don't be afraid to talk to me I'm trustworthy. You know that best" She sighs and puts her head down a bit causing you to lift it back up with your index finger before returning to her head and using the end of your pic to part her hair "a lot I've been stressed before but this is different..." You grab your lighter and light your blunt before sticking it in between your glossed lips and continuing to part her hair.

"How is it different love? You always tell me you can handle anything" she nods "and I believe I can however I have so much on my plate as soon as I started to mourn my brother's death boom! New enemy new family member dead I'm next in line people want me to take the throne but I still love my science and I don't really want to be the black panther it's just a lot...it so much" you take a drag and hand it to her she's confused but grabs it "what do I do with this?" You laugh as you start braiding "baby you smoke it that's what you do and from what you're telling me you need a bit of something to get your mind off that shit. Right?"

You take the blunt back seeing how hesitant she is and continues braiding "I won't pressure you" she nods "I want to try it" you take a drag before placing it in front of her mouth and letting her do the same she does so but bites off a bit more than she can chew which causes her to choke you gently pat her back "you good?"

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You finally finish with her hair before crouching down in front of her and she's just smiling "imma go get some food you hungry yet?" She nods "yeah but first..." She grabs your waist pulling her to you you cradle her lap as if it's memory made "princess oh I'm sorry queen now is it?" She laughs "you knew that" you smile and caress her face "if you're not making me girlfriend we should stop this... I don't like being a side piece." She sits the second blunt of the night down in your ash tray as she grabs your ass through your jeans gently squeezing. "You make it seem like I'm seeing someone else you know you're the only woman for me." You scoff and poke your mouth out "that's funny" she grabs your face and forces you to look at her "I mean that at first this was some playing around stuff like we're teenagers but I'm tired of it I want you in my bed when I wake and sleep not when I get my hair down every two weeks." You look at the blunt then her "you must be high as hell" she laughs and pecks your lips "I'll let you think it over while we finish this." Shuri grabs the blunt and inhales deeply you grab her hand from your face and intertwine your fingers between her own as you lean down and kiss her while she exhales the smoke you return it by blowing it in her face while smiling. "I hope you're a bit more relaxed now" she smiles at you and nods your head.

"You're a real deal pot head" you hum "I'm aware"

A/n: just so y'all know I'm not a pothead I just grew up around them. And yes I'm having a lovely day you best be too.

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Max's Letter to Steve and Nancy

Dear Steve,

If you tell anyone what I said in this letter, I'll haunt you, and I'll haunt a good lawyer into suing you. . . You've always been like the brother I wish I had, the kind of brother that I wish Billy had been. Me and you, we're kind of the same. . .two cats who pretend like they don't like the affection they're given. It's because we're not used to it. But you deserve to be loved, Steve.

I know Nancy hurt you, Steve. Dustin kind of spilled the beans on that one. He means well, just like Nancy never meant to hurt you. I know what it's like, though, to blame yourself for someone's death. In a way, it's a form of self-preservation. She ran away to protect herself and you as well. So, she ran away to something that she knew wasn't permanent. The scariest thing in this world is something that lasts forever. Maybe like me, she got scared of that too. When I thought about my future, all I could see was Lucas at the end of the tunnel, and that scared the shit out of me. After Billy, I felt like a black hole, and I was afraid of sucking him in. We're different, I know, but there's something about us that's the same too. You and Lucas are different, but you have the same loving heart. . .patient and kind. Maybe I'm just being hopeful on my end. Maybe I'm misreading it. Or maybe without even knowing it, you've been waiting for Nancy to see you like Lucas has been waiting for me. The question is, who do you see at the end of the tunnel? Who do you see in your vision of the future? Life is short, especially in our line of work. Don't wait too long to figure it out.

Love,

Max.

Dear Nancy,

I know we haven't spent much time together, but if I survive this, maybe we can rectify that. Mike's lucky to have such a badass older sister. I wish I was that lucky. I don't know if I have any right to say this, but since I'm probably going to die, maybe it doesn't really matter. I honestly don't know what really happened, only what I heard from Lucas and from what Mike read in your diary. You didn't hear that from me. I did slap him for that one, so you're welcome, I guess. I don't know if anyone's ever told you, but. . .what happened to Barb wasn't your fault.

We're all responsible for the choices we make. Dr. Brenner chose to play God, and his actions caused the death of everyone involved. Barb's death, Billy's death, that's on him. Doing what you did, it was your choice, and it wasn't wrong to make a choice that makes you happy. It didn't cause Barb's death. I still feel guilty about Billy dying because when he was hurting me to the point where I would cry at night and wishing so badly that he would be a brother like Steve turned out to be, I also wished for it to stop. For anything to happen, and I suppose that's why I feel guilty because a part of me did want him to die. I felt like I made it happen in some way, and I felt like I was just vile as he was. And then I realized it wasn't my choice for him to be that way and that the only time I ever wanted to hurt him was to stop him from hurting others. . .from killing Steve. He would have. Billy chose not to be the big brother I needed, and I wish that it hadn't taken his death for him to realize it. I wish he could make it up to me now. I think a part of me will always feel guilty, but I'm also scared that it's what's going to stop me from living my life. I didn't kill Billy. You didn't kill Barb. Dr. Brenner is responsible. You're nothing like Billy or Brenner. You strive so hard to help people, actually help them. You care. It's just that trauma can shut you down, closes you off, and all you want to do is to run away.

The best thing about Steve is that a part of him knows that you didn't mean any of what you said to him. Whether he realizes it or not, I think a part of him is still waiting for you to heal and to see that he's always been there. When he looks at you, he looks at you the way that Lucas looks at me, and I know how scary it is. When I look at my future, I see Lucas, whose unwavering loyalty shines bright in this stupid darkness. Steve is loyal to you, too. Whether he realizes it, his love for you is what guided him down the path to making his own choices, and it led him to caring about us. It woke up the part of himself that he turned off when he realized his parents were never going to give a shit. It wasn't gone, just locked away. You were the key. . .okay, holy shit, this is some sappy shit. Maybe you should just ignore the ramblings of dying girl. Think about your future and who you picture at the end. What do you see? Life is short, especially in this town. Whenever I look at you and Steve, I see a story that's not finished yet, and maybe I'm projecting my own relationship with Lucas onto you two. Just give it some thought, and you can totally burn this letter. You and Steve are the most badass older siblings who I can see myself being closest to. I just want everyone to be happy. Anyway. . . I don't want to be a ghost anymore.

Love,

Max

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Overanalyzing The Juniper Tree concerning Wick

HELLO EVERYONE! This is my second Wick theory posted here and I'm glad that I decided to do The Juniper Tree because Oh My God. There's SO much packed into this fairytale.

Long post ahead.

Anyway, for some context: what is The Juniper Tree? Well, it's an old, dark German fairytale that is featured in Journal Page 29 (aka the one related to Caleb)

Well, technically the actual fairytale isn't word-for-word written like how it is in Wick, but still. It's literally a variant of The Juniper Tree. Most people assume this is a poem made by Hellbent Games themselves just to be like “Yeah Mary killed Caleb lol” but it's a full fairytale published by the Brothers Grimm.

So, what are the themes, before we get into all the passages? Well...

Child abuse, murder, CANNIBALISM, and biblical symbolism. Very much in line with Wick, especially Caleb. Be warned, however, the cannibalism thing is an absolute jumpscare if you're reading it for the first time.

Anyway let's get started.

Alright, first things first is that the mom dies during childbirth and another woman (the stepmom) takes her place. Do I think this has any heavy relevance to Wick? Not really. It could be symbolic with Mary, as in once she had Caleb the past her “died”.

The next part about the stepmom loving her daughter but hating her stepson to the point of abuse suggests something not many consider... Caleb, like Tim and Tom, was abused by Mary as well. You'd think for seeming to be the golden child of the family, Mary wouldn't do that to Caleb, but expectations aren't always reality. I mean, none of the items relating to Caleb mentions anything about Mary caring for him, and Old Man Edwards even talks about how Mary seemingly neglected all of her kids. Of course, it'd extend to Caleb.

Another thing is that “the Evil One” is referenced throughout the story. This is a title of, obviously, the devil. Considering that throughout Wick, there are implications of another supernatural entity, likely a demon, haunting the Weaver family before their deaths... yeah, this is just more evidence.

And now we come to the son's... very fucked up death. This reminds me of how it's sometimes theorized that before being buried alive, Caleb had been struck in the head by the shovel. Like, the “DIG THIS!” achievement's picture shows Caleb being hit with, you guessed it, a shovel. If you look closely at Caleb's model's face, he looks to have some scarring on his face.

Another thing about this scene is the son saying “Mother, how angry you look. Yes, give me an apple.” almost feels... defiant in a way? Even if he's always afraid, he still fights back in his own way. This could be how Caleb was as well.

We now have a name for the daughter: Marlene. Or well, in the original English translation, it's Marlinchen, but I'll still use Marlene for simplicity.

This part of the story possibly gives insight into the aftermath of Caleb's disappearance/death. Caleb was likely not fully buried but still died, which left Lillian (who is obviously in the place of Marlene, she is the only daughter after all) to find the body. Being younger, and also the closest to Caleb via the version of the fairytale in the Journal, was devastated.

And then comes the... really fucked up part.

I don't have much to discuss for this, since this part was seemingly removed in the Journal's version. But seriously, this is actually messed up. The dad, largely absent until now, unknowingly EATS HIS OWN SON. The absence of the dad certainly fits with John being absent during the war.

First off is Marlene gathering her brother's bones and tying them up in her (best) scarf before lying them beneath the juniper tree. Like the stepmom killing the son, this matches up with the Journal's version of the fairytale. Lillian likely reburied Caleb, but while Mary was malevolent in burying him alive, Lillian put thought and care into burying Caleb's body as seen in the rags he's wearing in-game. (Another thing is the “crying tears of blood” which makes me think of Lillian's design in No Way Out.)

Second off is the firey entrance of a bird (specified to be a crow in the Journal's version). Fire obviously reminds us of Mary's death, which we will get to later. The bird, if it isn't obvious enough, is the son reborn, and sings atop a goldsmith's house his sad tale. This brings us back to the start of our journey, the Journal's version of this line of dialogue.

I'll skip some of this, but in short, the bird goes to three locations. A goldsmith, a shoemaker, and a mill. Each time, he sings his tale to the people there, who want him to sing it just once again. He's defiant, telling them he'll only do it if they give him something in return.

The goldsmith gives him a golden chain, the shoemaker gives him a pair of red shoes, and the mill workers give him a millstone. The first two are easy, but what in the world is a millstone? Well, it's a stone used for grinding grain and apparently corn. We'll see what it's used for in a short bit.

The bird returns to his father's house! As shown, the dad is happy while the stepmom and Marlene are upset (for different reasons). After this, the bird sets himself on the juniper tree and sings his tale again.

Of course, the stepmom is practically losing it due to the presence of the bird and his singing, but the dad thinks otherwise. He decides to go out and see the bird despite his wife's anxiety.

Quite an interesting line, considering Mary's fate.

Once the bird finishes, he drops the golden chain as a gift to his dad. In response, the dad goes back inside and despite his pleasant encounter, the stepmom is terrified to the point of falling onto the floor. Holy shit. Anyway, the bird sings once more.

Marlene decides that she'll go out and see if the bird will give her something as well. And as the bird finishes, he drops the pair of red shoes down to her as a gift. Marlene became content and happy, putting on the new shoes and going back into the house.

In response, the stepmom...

The stepmom goes out to see if she'll be given something as well. Technically, it did happen. The bird dropped the millstone onto her, instantly killing her. We're back to Mary's death. And even after this, everything related to fire rises, and from that appears the son, no longer a bird, stew, or a corpse.

I don't think this is a “Caleb set the fire” type of thing. There's more evidence for the twins and the pastor anyway. What I do think this could lead us to is that Caleb at least saw it as a ghost.

Besides that, the line of the dad, son, and Marlene happily going inside and eating is the ending to The Juniper Tree. Which marks my ending to this post!

Thank you for reading my (probably over) analysis of the fairytale concerning Wick's lore. What do you guys think? Do you have any other thoughts about how the story could connect with Wick's lore?

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writing-by-mimi · 1 year

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Prize of War

Chapter 4

King!Diavolo x F!Princess!Mc

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Asmo waits his turn, and considering he can hear Diavolo growling and cursing at Solomon, he even allows the person behind him to go next.

Solomon emerges, toothbrush in hand and a heavy sigh leaving him as he stares at it. "You're going to take atleast six baths before I'll even let you look at me." He laughs, catching the sorcerers attention.

"Then perhaps you should find me tonight in the tower." He hums as he cups the man's cheek and places a soft slow kiss to him. "Everyone will be busy with celebrations."

He gives a lazy smile as he looks up to Solomon, "I'm afraid I've got some business to attend to." He gives him another kiss back.

"Speaking of business," He grabs Asmodeus's hand and leads him away from his spot in line, "any you have with him should be better handled later."

"I heard." He chuckles as he runs his thumb across the sorcerers knuckles.

"Beel says your in charge of caring for her at the moment, how does she fair?"

He let's out a sigh. "The poor dear...she only just put it all together, Diavolo's intentions. She's never done anything remotely close to that... I plan to get her drunk at dinner so the whole thing may be a bit more enjoyable. She's also never tasted wine, so I'm hoping she doesn't realize she's had too much until it's too late. I came to speak with him about what he plans to do after...well..." Asmodeus rolls his eyes. "She's very sweet. I don't even know her name, yet I can't imagine her on the streets. Did you hear what he had Lucifer do! Oh, I should kick his butt from here to the barracks when I see him next!"

"Oh, do tell." The amusement in his voice causing Asmo to look at him and pout. "Lucifer paraded her through the barracks! In her summer sleep gown!"

"That seems unlike him, perhaps Diavolo is the one you should kick all the way there."

"Oh, I want to. He scared the poor dear to death! She'll never even consider selling herself if Diavolo discards her. She has no skills, doesn't know anyone. It would be nice to have a friend here inside all day with me while I do my duties."

"You've become attached?" There is a teasing tone, but Solomons eyes hold no judgment.

"I suppose. She's just...she needs protected. When I first made it here searching for my brothers I had to use the barracks to just try and survive." He shivers, but shakes it off. It was so long ago, he knows it shouldn't bother him, but it still does. "She would be eaten alive and if I can spare her from having to even think of such things for survival, I will."

"Barbatos could help you. He could use her as a maid. Even a Princess should be able to pour tea, and it's not often he ask for help. It would delight Diavolo to help Barbatos lessen his work load. The man is very stubborn."

"Do you think that could work? Seriously Solomon?"

Watching his eyes light up with hope, Solomon could only sigh with a smile on his face. "I'll come with you and help you ask. He does owe me a favor...though cashing it in for this...I had planned to get more books." He smirks, "Though I'm sure if a pretty man where to give me some kisses before the night ends, my heart may be able to take the blow." He nudges Asmo.

"If you get him to say yes I'll blow you immediately after."

"Then I guess I've no choice but to recieve a yes."

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"No." Barbatos doesn't even look up from his work in the kitchen.

"I was hoping to cash in my favor." Solomon leans onto the counter. "It is such an easy one too, especially for you."

"You are correct. I could use the young lady for some task, but Mi'lord has other plans for her."

The kitchen goes silent with exception of the staff carrying on. "And that would be...?"

"I believe he wishes to keep them for stress relief. She is a gifted prize from enemy lands."

"But he'll throw her on the streets after tonight. She doesn't deserve that." Asmo interjects.

"You seem to forget, Mi'lord has now taken his rightful place. The life of a King rebuilding a kingdom and uniting the lands will be plenty stressful."

"He's going to keep the princess as a personal working woman?"

"Maybe more. Mi'lord expressed an idea, and if enough castle servants who knew of her existence still live, he may have other plans. Rumors of a Princess in hiding are well known. How you missed it still baffles me, Solomon. It's unlike you to make such mistakes."

"A marriage, between the newly crowned King and a far away lands hidden Princess. These are the type of fairytale books that sell well in back rooms, but surely you must see the issues that arise." Solomon shifted to lean his back against his counter, now crossing his arms as he watch Barbatos place a tray into the oven.

"You mean like the Princess thinking her husband a monster and condemning her to such a miserable love life." Asmodeus frowned. "But it keeps her safe, well, as safe as royalty can be." He sighs.

"I do believe Lucifer is still willing to run her through for the troubles she's caused him, he is still very bitter about his boots." He comments as he flips through the pages of a worn book and begins to ready more ingredients. "A loveless marriage and servicing the King seems a fair trade for luxuries and safety, or would the barracks be better than a monster, Asmodeus?"

He knows you're better here. The barracks working women are either people who enjoy the delights of the flesh or the truly desperate, just has he had once been.. They know what they are getting into... You're so niave and...just not ready for something such as that. Barbatos words ring true. Here you'll be kept safe and fed. Warm and he can make sure you're okay...

"Would his majesty be willing to wait to bed her?" He knows its a long shot, that meddling in affairs past his pay can have consequences...

"I assume you mean until a marriage date, if that were the course taken?"

"Yes."

"You might as well take her to the barracks right now. Tempting him to wait when he's had who he pleases, when he pleases for all of his adult life... I wouldn't be thrilled either." Solomon shrugs and tilts his head. "It would just make her first night more barbaric. Even all of the alcohol we have on hand here wouldn't be enough to help her then. Slow and steady at a consistent pace wins more races." He muses.

"A slow and gentle break in versus months of building desire..." He sighs. "I hate that you're right. I need to speak with Mammon, prepare some wine for her and I tonight. Slow and steady..." He reminds himself.

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Diavolo is still covered in dirt from his adventure. Sleep deprived and desperate to feel the warmth of a bath for his muscles, yet finding you passed out on his bed seems to help him forget his struggles.

He'll have to see to it that Mammon and Asmodeus recieve a raise.

Even though your ankles are still bruised, the thought of you walking around in such delicate heels is a vision he'll devour. Your dress is of the new kinds from the far lands. Short, filled with lace under the skirt. It's sure to make it bounce while you walk and hold the fabric away from the middle of your thighs, yet enough white lace to protect any wandering eyes from seeing what lays underneath.

He can't even see the front, but if it is half as good as the back, the two have done extremely well.

The lace under your skirt just barely obscures the bruising from hours of fast paced riding as well. The bath may have eased your muscles for the moment, but they will surely burn and become stiff when you wake. The sleeves of your dress conceal the bruising of your wrist, but overall, you've cleaned up well. Asmodeus likely is planning to do your hair and other things when you wake. You'll be sight to behold.

Bending down to retrieve one of your heels that fell from your foot to the floor during your slumber he can't help but let his head fall back and do his best to keep quiet. Even the soaps Asmo has washed you in are delectable.

He can't help the smirk that takes his lips as he places your heel on his nightstand. You're gorgeous, and you're his.

If enough of the castle servants can confirm you were indeed in the castle and can't explain your presence it lends credence to the rumors and it will help him unite the lands. He can only hope Lucofer missed one of your maids. It definitely could have been worse. With you under his care now, he can tell Maddi to piss off. While it will anger her father, his new title as King will make him run with his tail between his legs. He will no longer need to wed that vile clingy witch to try and help his plans of succession. The success of the seige has given him more than just revenge, it's given him the chance to live a life where he now holds all the power. A long shot from a child forced into slavery so long ago.

Lucifers little gift just keeps on giving.

He pulls his eyes away and makes his way to his private bath. You're exhausted and will need your rest for tonight.

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Being shook awake, you can't help but moan and roll away from the hands rousing you.

"Princess, I'm late as it is and if you won't wake it'll be my head!"

You can hear Asmo hiss as he opens the curtains and floods the room with light. You can't help the sad whine that leaves your lips as you force yourself up.

"Perfect." He hums as he quickly puts your heel on. "I don't have what I need in here yet, so until that time, you'll come to my room."

It's smaller than your new room, but it feels much better in here. Nice, secluded, even cozy. The canopy on his bed is a light pink and even has purple flower embroidery. It's beautifully crafted... and that's just the canopy... it's full of fine things, and it has so much more stuff than the other room. It's a silly thought, to wonder if one day you could have a room like this. Full of life, proof that you exist among something, even if it's just a few items in a room in a far away land.

"Isn't it cute? Lucifer got it for me a few years ago on my birthday." You can tell there is love in his voice, but you don't think you'll ever understand how anyone could love someone like his brother. "I'm sure this looks like rags compared to yours at the castle. I'm sure Diavolo can get you one if you like."

How do you tell him that the room you've been given to use by your captor, the dress he picked out...all of it is so much more than you've ever had in your life?

"Sweetie?" He can't help but be puzzled as you look away, and it looks as if your embarrassed. He thought he may have upset you talking of your old possessions that you've been forced to leave behind, but there isn't flame in your eyes or even a change in your posture to indicate that.

"Hidden Princess." Solomon stresses as he exits the closet of Asmodeus's room. "I don't believe they are allowed such things, it would be a dead giveaway if found."

Your thankful that this man you've never seen before seems to understand. It saves you from having to explain.

"Seriously? Is he right?" Asmo can't help but stare in confusion.

All you can do is nod your head in shame and look to the floor.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I've made a terrible first impression." His smile seems kind, polite as he gives a small bow and approaches. "I am Solomon, the homelands sorcerer."

This is the man Asmodeus said you should befriend to upset his brother, Lucifer. "A sorcerer?" You've only read such things in books...

"Yes. Though we are a dying breed. Seems the old ways are fading." He releases a sigh. "If you like reading, I could bring some books by. Who knows, maybe you'll have a knack for it. We could always use more in our ranks."

Asmodeus grabbed your arm and quickly attached a small golden chain around your wrist. "Well now you own something. It's all yours, a gift from a friend." He smiles. He has plenty and a simple gold chain, while not enough for a woman of your status, everyone should have atleast something they can own and call theirs.

Watching your surprised face, the way you hold your wrist out and gaze at it with so much confusion...

"Oh, you...you should keep it. It's expensive and it's yours. I don't want to take it from you."

"It's called a gift for a reason. Believe me, he has more than enough bracelets to go around, and if he wasn't sure, he wouldn't do it." Solomon shrugs nonchalantly. "Besides, it does match your dress."

You almost want to cry. This man has only known you a day, been so sweet and kind... It's your first gift from a friend, and even though it's the most plain thing in his room, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever been allowed to own in all of your life. You quickly wrap your arms around him. "Thank you, Asmo. It's wonderful."

The gift of a nick name from you makes him smile. "It's what friends are for."

"Thank you...for being my first friend." The words are a whisper and he can't help but hold you tighter. He isn't sure what type of life you've lead, other than seclusion and secrecy behind closed doors for the world to ignore, but he won't allow it any longer. It's no life for anyone and one he won't see it repeated. Solomon still thinks those around him will leave and all he'll have is his books. You're both so gentle and deserve so much. He'll do what he can for the both of you.

"Careful now, you'll make him cry." Solomon jokes as he adjust his clothes in the mirror. "Presentable?" He turns and waits for Asmodeus to let you go.

"You look horrendous." His voice shakes and he quickly wipes his face, moving swiftly to help Solomon prepare for the night.

By the time Asmo thinks the three of you are presentable, you can't help but worry. You've been informed that Diavolo will be there...and so far your one experience has been enough. Let alone sitting in a room with Lucifer.

Asmo pulls a chair out next to him and motions to you to sit.

"Asmo." It's Lucifer and his eyes are hard set, motioning to the head of the table and the empty spot next to Diavolo's empty seat.

"No need Lucifer. Though I appreciate it." The voice behind you startles you, but the hand on your waist and gripping your elbow surprises you more. Diavolo's momentum forces you to walk with him or fall to the floor. Only once arriving to your seat does he pull it out and softly set you in it before pushing it in, taking his own seat between you and Barbatos.

Asmo gives a small smile and another man you've never seen before comes in a few moment later and takes the seat.

Darker skin and white hair...it's a combination you haven't seen before, usually only the older maids and butlers you would pass in the castles had white hair...

He sees you watching him and his smile slowly grows. "So this is the hot little thing you needed dresses for?" His gaze feels just as hungry as the men in the barracks and it makes you shift in your chair and bring you arms around yourself for some sort of cover.

"Leviathan, I haven't yet had the chance to speak with you. How were the barracks upon your return with your crew?"

Its an odd question, usually Diavolo wants to know about the waters and what's been found, even battles... "They were a mess." He admits. "Most of the men couldn't sit still and from my short visit, they seemed excited earlier."

"They've since been dealt with. All men on homeland soil that were in the barracks today are serving punishment now, since Lucifer found it amusing to take the Princess through the barracks in her sleep gown."

"What?" His eyes are wide as he leans over the table to look at Lucifer. "Why would you take a woman there in the first place?! It's no place for them."

"It was part of my first order from the King. Though I found her in the castle, I believe Barbatos had the right idea of ending the false Kings line." He sets his wine glass down and looks to you before holding Diavolos gaze. "My offer still stands for the morning once you've had your fun."

Diavolo had ordered him to do it. To take you through the group of men and be pawed at like a frightened animal. His cruelty truly knew no bounds...

"How do your boots fair, Lucifer?" It's Solomon and he has such an innocent smile on his face while Lucifer glares back to him. You can't stop the small giggle that escapes you as you cover your mouth quickly and cough to try and disguise it. It's a horrible attempt...

"I've new ones scheduled to arrive in the morning. Please, do tell me if you need more cleaning supplies during your punishment. I would love to watch such a skilled sorcerer work with his hands" His words are cutting, precise and almost hold no malice, the words themselves sharp enough to do the job.

"It's actually already done." He smiles as he picks up his glass to drink. "Being a sorcerer does have its moments."

"Ew. I've kissed you since then. Gross." Asmo pouts.

"It does explain the men shrieking." The blonde speaks up, you aren't sure of his name, but he's the one who told the others to get back to work at the barracks.

"It was absolutely pristine, My King." He nods his head and smiles to Lucifer again.

"I did overlook the fact you could enchant the toothbrush to work on its own, but you've completed your punishment."

"Solomons a sorcerer." Beel smiled as he began to fill his plate as the staff brought out dinner. "He can do all kinds of things. He probably made the brush move on its own and do the cleaning while he did something else." It's a sweet smile offered again by Beel. He doesn't seem too bad...you much prefer him to Lucifer and the white haired man so far.

"Well, I'm kinda glad your boots got fucked, takin' a Princess through the barracks ain't right. Ya probably scared her, an if ya brought her all the way here and didn't kill her, being a dick like that seems like overkill, Lu." The man with old lady hair...maybe you were to harsh with your judgement...you like him. "Orders or not. Tch." He leans back in his seat before serving himself.

Barbatos's arm slips between you and a man who seems to be asleep at the table and sets a plate in front of you.

"Belphie." The blonde shakes him awake and all the man can do is sigh.

"Thanks." He wipes the sleep from his eyes as the blonde puts a full plate in front if him. "After days of not sleeping, I've got everything but Mammons shipment and Levi's haul from today cataloged. There will be things we need soon that our inventory is low on. So I'll talk with Mammon about procuring it tomorrow."

"Thank you for all of your hard work Belphegor. I know it was not an easy task set out before you, but the fact you are almost completely current does bring a smile to my face." Diavolo chuckles.

"So what are you going to do with her?" He nods his head to you slowly as he picks at his food. "The old razzle dazzle and drop, or do I need to account for her in long term inventory?"

"It seems for tonight she has a choice to make. Any long term arrangements still need work."

You can feel his eyes on your form, but you don't dare look at him, instead you settle for staring at your plate.

"So, my wonderful little prize, have you chosen?"

You can feel the whole table starring at you as you begin to fiddle with the bracelet Asmo gifted you. You want to tell him to leave you alone. To scream and shout and run away...but you've nowhere to go. No way to survive and if he gets angry... the barracks is just across the city...

Asmo can't stand it. Picking up the bottle of wine from the floor he brought, he pops the cork and makes his way to you. His hand on your shoulder is gentle and he can see the fear in your eyes. "I promised, didn't I?" All he can do is offer a soft smile and try to make this as easy as possible for you. He pours your drink into the man named Belphegors cup, almost over flowing it as a deep red liquid is poured into your glass. Asmo brings it to your hands, petting your hair slowly a few times before making his way back to his seat.

Setting the glass down, you look to the bottle. "Here." You can't hardly manage to get the word out, but here is the better option. You bring the bottle itself to your lips, and fluid is tart, it burns your throat but Asmo had said it would help.

Diavolo picks your glass up, inspecting it and even sniffing it. The wine Asmodeus has provided you is one of high content. You'll be drunk after just a few sips, yet he watches as you take four large drinks before setting the bottle down and sputtering.

"Well, atleast she knows how to party." Mammon mumbles.

The table stays completely quiet. In the next ten minutes it's obvious you're drunk. Face flushed, you've even settled for leaning against Diavolo.

You've tried to take the bottle and the cup for more, he's already moved it from your reach, instead settling to give you a small amount of sparkling cider. You're even drunk enough to be eating from his fork and plate.

"You were right, Asmo." A giggle escapes you as you nuzzle into his arm, the warmth of his smooth skin feels nice against your cheek. "It's helping."

Asmo can't help but wipe a stray tear away. He's complicit in all of this and he hates it, but the King will have what the King wants...

"I feel spinny and light. Like my bubbles in the bath." You giggle again. "You're right about the food too. Barbatos makes nice things. If I eat from Diavolos plate, at least I know I won't die, since he wants me gone. Though Lucifer will get rid of me in the morning. I'll just drink more wine."

The laugh that leaves you makes him look away as Solomons soft grip does nothing to ease him. He knows he's done the best he could for you...

You fiddle with the bracelet, you can't get your fingers to work right.

Diavolo turns slowly and raises his arm. Your now resting against his chest and he can see what your trying to do now. He didn't see it on you in his chamber, which means you've acquired it elsewhere since then. "Do you want it off?"

"Yes!" You answer is eager, excited even as you hold your wrist up to him with a smile. "My first friend gave me my first gift, but I should give it back."

"Why would that be?" He's look down to you as you snuggle further into his chest as he easily undoes the clasp. It would be a lie to say he didn't enjoy your actions.

"I don't want such a pretty gift to be around for something so dirty. Plus, once your done ol' Lucifer will chop me up like my maids." You laugh as you look up to him now. "Asmo deserves it back, but I was happy to own something so pretty for just a few hours. I've never ever had stuff of my own. The maids he stabbed said I couldn't have things. The Queen would see to my death." You hum against his chest with a smile. "She's dead now. So I could own something."

The air at the table is strained. Awkward. Yet you've no idea as you continue to talk and giggle. "So before we go to your room and you make me take you, I can give it to my friend now that it's off." You snatch the chain from his hand and hold it to your chest. "It's really, really pretty." You whisper.

Diavolo moves you to sit upright in your chair. "See to it she's cared for tonight." He stands as he nods to Barbatos before leaving the room.

You move to stand, but a set of hands from the man on your left keeps you in your chair. "Your eyes are really pretty." You move his bangs away from his face. "Asmodeus has barrettes you should use, so more people can see."

"Asmodeus, take her to your chambers." Barbatos's tone is stern as he rises and follows the King from the room.

Asmo has pulled Solomon up quickly and as the sorcerer lifts you up he reaches for your hand. You quickly shift in Solomons arms and with both hands force the bracelet into his. "You'll keep it safe. So it won't get dirty. He's ready and I don't wanna go to the barracks. Those men are mean and they tried to pull me from the horse a bunch."

He grips the bracelet tightly as he hushes you, hand petting your hair once more as Solomon begins to walk.

"Well...this has been an exciting dinner. Though I am dissapointed your new boots will arrive so quickly." Satan flashes a smile across the table.

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He's conflicted.

You so openly showed him attention while drunk. Clinging to him, even nuzzling further into his chest, smiling at him. You were basically crawling into his lap.

You are also convinced Lucifer and Barbatos will murder you or he may discard you.

He got the answer he wanted. Heard you say the word, yet it did nothing for him.

The thought of taking you back to his chambers now... sleeping with drunk women is easy. Bodies pliable and sensitive, explorative and lost in the pleasures of the flesh with out a single worry as he finds his release above them. Their voices sing and the moans he can draw from them...they cum on his cock in waves.

Yet if he were to take you tonight, even with you being overly affectionate, you would not cum. You would cry below him and hate everything about him by morning.

"Mi'lord." Barbatos greets with a small bow and enters his room. "I've to wonder about your sour mood. You seemed very set on your intentions tonight."

"Believe me when I tell you I did not foresee the night ending as such." He set his now empty glass from dinner on his nightstand. "Perhaps it is cold feet about taking a virgin."

"It has not stopped you in the past." The man begins to ready the room, stoking the fire and closing the curtains. He can hear the festivities and celebrations of the city from here through his closed window.

Barbatos is correct. He has slept with virgins before. Why it would bother him now, he is unsure. The tightness, the sensitivity and erotic feeling of being the first to fuck a woman makes his cock twitch even now...

Your eyes. Your fucking eyes.

Silently pleading for it to just be over with. It felt like you would willingly accept Lucifers offer to run you through without a second thought just to escape the morning after.

"Perhaps it is because you've never encountered a woman who didn't eventually come around to the idea and accept your invitation openly. The Princess has put up more resistance than your last ten beddings."

"So your saying I spared her because I want her willing?" He can't help but laugh. It's ridiculous.

"It may be the case. Or do you not find her attractive Mi'lord. A sloppy drunk has never turned you off, perhaps you've changed what you want in a sexual experience."

"And what the fuck could that possibly be?" He almost feels offended, attacked.

"Maybe you hope to find someone who wants to stay in your bed when the morning comes." He draws the last curtain closed and turns to face Diavolo. "You've also known nothing be revenge and struggle. Those things have finally come to an end. It is only a guess, but you may now be searching for the next part of your life. Yes, you are King. The most powerful man in the lands, and you'll soon unite them, but mayhaps you long for more than just power."

"And what exactly do you think that is?" He can't keep the anger from his tone, though it doesn't seem to bother Barbatos.

"Maybe someone to love, Mi'lord. A King does need a Queen. One reliable woman to trust in. The Princess seems as she needs someone in her life as well. Surely you see the parallels. You've both lead hard lives in different respects. She is royalty. You've even come up with the idea of marriage yourself before you even saw her again after your first meeting..."

"Love at first sight? You are wholey ridiculous and must need a break. Overworking yourself..."

"Goodnight, Mi'lord." Barbatos leaves with out another word and closes the door behind himself.

As Diavolo sits at the edge of his bed and throws himself back with a sigh. He can smell it. Your damned soaps that made you smell so sweet. It lingers on his bed now and he can't help the growl as his hand wipes down his face.

Barbatos's words are false. He just simply didn't wish to deal with a crying little virgin. The day has been stressful and he hasn't rested since the seige. He'll take you tomorrow and prove to Barbatos it's nothing more.

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Reasons why I think Cowboy Like Me is the Kanej anthem

warnings: Description of violence

The song is about two con artists falling in love, which is fitting despite Inej and Kaz not being con artists. They’re criminals, they have very similar themes in my opinion (not necessarily con artists and criminals but Kanej.). So the refrain starts of like this:

'I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me Never wanted love Just a fancy car Now I'm waiting by the phone Like I'm sitting in an airport bar You had some tricks up your sleeve Takes one to know one'

“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve” immediately reminded me of Kaz’s talent for sleight of hand tricks, but also his thing of not fully revealing his plans. There’s this thing in the books that I noticed.. the other crows whenever I read their chapters always tended to ask these questions, ‘what is Kaz planning?’ Or ‘What did Kaz plan?’ ‘Where did Kaz go?’

“Takes one to know one” Inej doesn’t necessarily completely understands kaz in the beginning. But she slowly grows to do so. Though I don’t think I can say much about since I haven’t finished reading CK yet. And SoC ended of with Inej not being able to see through kaz or through his armour, so I don’t think I can say much. But I probably will edit this after I finish CK.

“You’re a Cowboy Like Me never wanted love just a fancy car” I think this explains how Inej and Kaz never really meant to fall for each other. It wasn’t something they had planned to do, but did anyway. Both had separate goals. Inej wanted to find her parents, get away from Ketterdam, away from the menagerie. Pay off her indenture, live her life at sea, have her own ship, and hunt slavers. And Kaz wanted to grow in the barrel, to avenge his brother, to make Pekka Rollins pay for what he did to him, he wanted vengeance, money, riches, wealth. They both wanted all of these different things, these things that would make it so that they are separate. But in the process, they crossed paths and ended up wanting each other. And all of these things also apply to this verse.

'You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it'

“You’re a bandit like me, eyes full of stars. Hustling for the good life, never thought I’d meet you here.” This line also circles back to the last paragraph’s topic. How both of them had this hope of doing better for themselves, and find this ‘good life’. But unexpectedly found each other.

“It could be love, we could be the way forward, and I know I’ll pay for it” We know how Inej has troubles with touch. From her time in the menagerie, I don’t think I can fully grasp what happened to her. Yet. But I do know that it has had a grave affect on her and who she will come to be. Like for example, her relationship with Kaz. She is pretty hesitant to touch as though she is afraid to relive the past times men had tried to touch her. Yet she tries, slowly. One thing about Inej is that she knows what she can and can’t take. She knows her worth. (In progress of editing)

In SoC it was said that Inej had tried to escape the menagerie, but she failed as she was caught. Tante Helen beat her and locked her in her room for a long amount of time as a consequence.

This line also reminds me of this thing in the book where he says. ‘He needed to tell her . . . what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he begin to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.’ For starters... he’s trying. Trying to overcome himself, overcome this reputation, this image of a man the barrel created. Dirtyhands. And he’s trying to overcome his trauma. Even if he feels like he’s drowning whenever he comes into contact with skin, with people, with her. (Yes I read this spoiler in a comment section somewhere) Yet at the end of CK he held her hand, he brought down his armour for her. He paid for it. It was love. This is my first way of interpreting it, and the other is...

We all know of this scene in SoC.

In the end of SoC Inej gets kidnapped by Jan Van Eck. And in her absence we see Kaz being more... 'Dirtyhands has come to see the work done.' And that is something we get to see during the first chapter of CK, Wylan’s perspective. Where he gets these flashbacks of Kaz, who was tangling this man by the ankles at a lighthouse. Who had answered all of Kaz’s questions out of fear, fear of falling to his death. Yet despite his pleas, Kaz lets go making him fall to the ground. This shows a bit more unhinged Kaz, it seems like he would do anything to get her back. Though we do know murder isn’t something beyond him.

There's also this scene in the first book, where they were ambushed by Pekka's people. Inej was left alone by herself since she wasn't with the rest of the crows when the decoy ship exploded. And she ended up getting stabbed when she was fighting with one of the men. Oomen. She nearly died in that fight, and if it wasn't for kaz, she probably would have. This is the scene where he said that most annoying line, 'I protect my investments' . Eventually, Kaz had carried Inej back to the schooner. Where we get the well-known scene of Kaz... So basically what happens is that Kaz got angry. Very angry. And got even angrier when Oomen spit on his face, which Kaz wiped with a handkerchief. Remember the handkerchief will you? He told Jesper to hold Oomen, and he then took a knife somewhere in his clothes, and slashed Oomen's eye. He carved out an 'X'... And I then I kid you not. Reached in Oomen's eye socket with his gloved hand and pulled it out, throwing it overboard. And remember the handkerchief? He stuffed that in the eye socket. yeah. shoved it in the eye socket. THen he threw the man off the boat.

And all of that ties back to that line he said in Shadow and Bone's season 2: 'This city's price is blood. And I am happy to pay with yours'

I definitely go a little insane with the three reasons why he's paying for it...

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