So what's my book even about?
Someone gave Olivia Pope shadow magic.
(no, I'm not kidding.)
My gorgeous, sexy, totally fine main character Esme has many hobbies, including but not limited to wearing expensive dresses, affectionately killing her plants, and murdering whoever King Turiel commands her to.
For the past ten decades, she’s been magically bonded to the various monarchs of Micrea. She must follow their every order to the letter, lest the magic that keeps her in this world decide to kill her instead. However, Turiel, the latest king, is a boring man with boring missions. For years, she’s been able to lead a nearly-normal double life away from the capitol and her bloody work.
That is, until someone takes King Turiel's heart out during the night.
When a magic will spells out a bloody competition for the crown, Esme decides it is her chance to give Micrea the king it, and she, deserves. She takes a young could-be king, Balthazar, under her wing in hopes of molding him into her perfect ruler. However, as they wade deeper into the competition’s twists and turns, Balthazar proves himself to be more than just the compassionate man she thought he was. And as he reveals more and more of who he is, Esme is left to wonder if she’s damned not just herself, but the entire country.
(Everyone is a mess. There's a lot of crying. There's even kissing. With blood.)
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*friend comes up with something*
Royally Pissed
Part 1
Prologue
Alastor X Morningstar Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ Italics=thoughts, implied/suggestive *cough* bedroom name ⚠
In all honesty, Alastor didn't know why he did it but it just happened.
He pulled the small blonde out of the way, holding them close to his chest as a large dust cloud came from the now broken chandelier.
Mostly everyone in the room coughed as they tried to clear the dust from themselves.
"Are you hurt?", he asked them, noticing that the top of their head barely reached his chin.
How small.
"I'm fine.", they turned away to cough. "That was a lot of dust.."
Before he could ask for their name again, they were suddenly pulled away by none other than the King, Lucifer.
"ALRIGHT THEN!", he said before pulling them towards Charlie.
Haha!
The blonde slid over to his daughter, bringing along his other child as he began.
Looks like you could use some help
From the big boss of Hell himself
He held Charlie close before pushing her to see him sitting on a throne with fire rising behind it.
Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp
He sang, scrolling on his hellphone to show her the reviews.
(Five star! Flawless! Greater than great!)
Three puppets said one after the other.
Oh, with the punch of a pentagram
A wap-bam-boom! Alakazam!
Alastor rolled his eyes as he watched on, but then he was suddenly pouring wine into a glass.
Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef?
The deer demon was pulled by the waist and landed in a pan, ears folded back as he angrily smiled at the King who grinned evily before he was flipped onto his front.
(Wow~)
I'm going to kill him.. Alastor thought before lifting himself up.
.
You were pulled into song and at the moment, were now sitting at a dinner table with your sister as your father was dressed like a server, hand about to reveal a meal.
Michelin-tasting menu
He lifted up the silver cloche, revealing a a "decapitated" Alastor, then some tentacles with red eyeballs, and finally a cake with him holding Alastor's head.
Free à la catre!
Oook.. You cringed. Dad doesn't like Alastor.
I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref!
He started focusing more on Charlie and started to make more things appear.
Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just the start~!
And then Alastor jumped in with blacklight, his backgrounds looking vibrant.
Who's been here since day one?
The deer demon pushed your father away, making him spin out of song.
Who's been faithful as a nun?
He was suddenly dressed as a nun, holding his hands in a praying position.
Much like how your father changed his scenes quickly, so did Alastor. You were having some trouble keeping up with it. His appearance looking slightly different with the lighting, his irises now green.
I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond
"Aw.", Charlie smiled.
He was now at the top of the stairs with your sister.
You're like the child that I wish that had
Alastor cupped your sister's face,
"Uh, what?", your dad said shocked.
Then your sister was like a child tucked in bed, literally. Alastor sitting at the edge and patting her head.
I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned
"Hold on now!", your father lifted up a finger.
The deer demon suddenly leaned his elbow on top of your dad's head, smooshing the white top hat.
It's a little funny
He started and pulled your sister to face away from your father.
You could almost call me Dad!
Suddenly you pulled into the song and were spun into a dip, finding Alastor smiling down at you with a seductive gaze.
(You can call me Daddy~), he whisper sang to you.
Your face turned bright red as you let out a squeak.
.
How adorable~ His smile widened as he saw them hide their blushing red face with their hands.
Now this one was on purpose.
After seeing the immediate reaction Lucifer had with him touching them. Oh, he had to cross multiple lines to see what the man would do next.
They were practically shaking in his hands, no doubt a little overwhelmed with what he had just sang just for their ears alone.
Let's see if I can fluster them more. He thought and raised a hand towards their face.
Suddenly they were ripped out of his hold and it was just the two men on stage.
The King growled, face darkening before he began to angrily play a fiddle, walking up to him with a scowl.
Alastor just smiled, standing up straight with his hands behind his back. Taking a step back as he dropped a piano on the short King before taking a seat on the piano bench, playing it confidently and showing off his skills before cringing at a loud sound.
His piano solo interrupted by an accordion.
Looking behind him, he saw Lusifer holding the instrument above his head with a frown, playing just one long note.
Really? He thought with a raised brow.
The two glared at each other before the spotlights above the two flickered out.
*me and my friend holding back our laughter* We can't laugh! It's 2 am!
~Seline, the person.
Part 2
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thinking bout older brothers best friend jj, a friend he has outside of the usual pogues who he’s known since they were younger — but never got to be around his best friends pretty little sister until recently.
“you know you don’t have to hang out with us. i’m not a babysitter.” your brother lightheartedly chucks an empty beer can your way making you pout from your curled position on the futon, the two boys sprawled on the couch taking up space with their long legs.
“damn, be nice to your sister dude. she’s not hurtin’ anyone.” jj shoves his shoulder lazily, directing his attention towards you with a lopsided smile. “you’re stayin’. today you’re gonna learn about sports whether you like it or not, ‘kay?” he jokes and you nod eagerly, earrings jangling. you’d do anything jj said.
your brother finally leaves the room after an hour or so of watching the game— moreso you asking questions and your brother telling you to shut up whilst jj cracked jokes and mansplained things in a way that made your toes curl pleasurably in your socks. you take the time to strike, standing up in your mini skirt that was already testing the blonde and walking over to the tv.
“jj, do you mind if i turn the volume up? can’t hear what the ref’s saying.” you pout, fiddling with the hem of your skirt to purposely draw his eyes there. he blinks away his urges after his eyes skim down twice, lips parting like he’d forgotten how to speak.
“uh, w— yeah, knock yourself out.”
his tongue finds home between his lips as soon as you turn around, tilting his head with the movement of your ass as you bend over to the side of the tv, manually turning the volume down with the button on the side of the screen. you take your time, really bending down to give him a view of the white dainty lace beneath your skirt.
you turn your head around, smiling all sweet and sultry so he knows you did it on purpose— staying in that bent over pose just for his viewing pleasure.
“well this feels like a set up.” he deadpans, pulling a cushion subtly over his lap.
“hm?” you hum as you stand up straight. he hears your brothers footsteps approaching the room, and licks his lips with a wordless shake of the head.
“you’re trouble, ‘know that right?” he speaks right before the door opens again, forcing the two of you to leave it at that.
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