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If our kids are this stubborn, we’re screwed.

this is some very soft domestic jimin content!! there’s a brief flashback to how him and his partner met but most of it is just talking about the future and being in a secure enough place in your relationship to do so. i hope you like it :)

tags: @mochiloverbts

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

You hummed as you walked through the front door of your home, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the dead silence you were met with. 

You’d just arrived home from your cousin’s baby shower, an event that separated you from your boyfriend for the day as it was an “all girls thing.”

Instead of walking into Jimin singing in the kitchen, or him giggling at a film displayed on the television, there was no sign of his presence. You wondered if he’d gone to the store, remembering him mentioning something about needing milk for his coffee this morning.

You heaved a sigh, turning to walk to the bedroom before something caught your eye. There was a slight movement from the deck off of your living room, making you crane your neck to the side to squint at what it was.

It was Jimin, running his hand through his hair to push it off of his forehead as he reclined against the plush chair you’d placed out there in hopes of spending more time outside this summer. You hadn’t exactly lived up to that goal quite yet, but your heart fluttered as you saw the man you loved in such a state of relaxation out there. 

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YVES x READER

Good Morning, Prince Yves

oneshot . fluff . kissing . 363 words

minors and ageless blogs please dni

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You, floating, saccharine and gorgeous in love, are spooled free from pastel dreams into a warm living-space: his space and sanctuary and stage and storybook, shaded in pastel pillows, teacup furniture, the shimmer off jewels and gemwork, and orbiting him, the doll, the prince, the sweetness God baked into blue eyes and ginger smile.

Yves flips the hair from his face and morning light finishes the rest. "You're not allowed to look that cute while you sleep!"

Your cheek tickles then glows effulgent with his frowning admission. "Good morning, Yves."

He beats you to the kiss, which is more air and lips hiding soliloquy than body finding body after a night without. He nips your nose and retreats into his pillow, even as you chase after your capricous cat.

"You're going on a date with me today and that's final," he very seriously asks the ceiling.

You burrow into his side of the covers. "I have etiquette lessons with Sariel."

Yves jumps when your shadow suddenly eclipses his face. His lashes waltz with each corner of the room in which his gaze seeks asylum. But there is more of you in his room now, clothing, books and vestige, than there was when a certain rose began shedding its hours.

A sigh. "You will learn far more from me, and a host of other things as well. Don't forget who you're-"

Breezy footsteps clip past the door and recede toward the library.

A small cataclysm ripples down to your toes as Yves traces his finger over the hills and crests of your face in profile.

"That's two men you've ignored me for and we haven't even left the bed yet."

You won't give him even a second, not a hundredth of a hundredth a second, to overthink nonsense. You eclipse all of him now, with body and beating heart and brows knit in frustration where your smile doesn't quite reach.

"H-hey!"

Yves. Is too cute.

"If you have time today, I'd like to take you up on that date."

He makes a tiny, haughty little laugh in his throat. And then a wordless thank-you wraps around your waist and and holds you for safekeeping.

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inspired by the resplendent bubheart, gilbertvonobsidian and violettduchess

Falling Ahead - Part 1

A mini-series inspired by the brilliant mind of @rhodolitesrose starring our ill-starred prince and his starstruck older brother and their starburst misadventures in pranking & baking throughout the years (with some guest stars along the for the ride). Sit back and enjoy the written account of these two upstarts superstars!

Ages: Yves (1), Clavis (4)

next part (coming soon)

“Clavis.”

“Look! I came all the way from the kitchen.”

“Clavis.”

“I have more cookies inside. Can you help me do that hallway?”

“Clavis!”

At Jin’s raised voice, Clavis jumped, scratched his head, then turned to his brother with a polite smile. “Please can you help me do that hallway?”

“Clavis, you’re making a mess,” Jin berated.

“Nuh uh! I made it neat in a line! Look, look!” Clavis held the half-cookie in place between his teeth and pointed with both hands at the straight line of crumbs following him up the hall and leading into a sitting room.

“Yeah, that’s still a mess,” said Jin, yanking the cookie out of Clavis’s mouth. “And you shouldn’t waste food.”

“But I’m not wasting! The unicorn will eat it all up!”

“The unicorn?”

Clavis balled his tiny fists and nodded his head. “Baby unicorns love cookie crumbs! I read it in Chevalier’s book!”

Jin sighed. “Clavis, you can’t read.”

“Can too!”

“Can’t.”

“Can too!”

“Can’t.”

“Okay! Mama helped me a little… but only with the big words!” Clavis lunged for Jin’s arm, but Jin raised the cookie high out of his reach. 

“Cut it out. I didn’t see any unicorns in the castle,” Jin said as Clavis whined and hopped in front of him.

“Yes there is! Yes there is!” cried Clavis. “I need to catch it and show it to—”

There was a thud and a squeak from inside the room. Jin and Clavis ran in to find a pile of blankets and pillows collapsed at the foot of one of the sofas, a series of spent ropes and pulleys close by. All was still for a moment, then the fluffy mountain was moving.

“It worked! I told you! I told you! It’s a unicorn!” Clavis giggled, rushing to remove the blankets. Jin joined him, and together they quickly freed the squirming mass within. And though the two brothers had never seen a unicorn before, they were both certain what they found underneath wasn’t one.

“No, Yves! That trap wasn’t for you!” Clavis shrieked. But his shrieks soon dissolved to laughter as he and Jin watched their baby brother happily nibble on a bowl of chocolate chip cookies.

already brothers | pjs

↬ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ: tatts & cupcakes | extra

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: park jongseong / jay x reader ft. all members + eventual appearance of i-land k

↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: tatts & cupcakes extra | fluff 

↬ ɴᴀᴠɪ: chapter 1 | chapter 5 | series masterlist 

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mentions not having a parent (like two sentences)

↬ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 760

↬ ᴀ/ɴ:

this happens during chapter 5 because in chapter 5, ni-ki is at Jay’s house with Jungwon and Sunoo so this is just an extra about Jay’s side of the story!

Jay smiled as he entered your apartment while Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki rushed to the living room. With how many times they’ve been to your apartment by now, they knew the place like the back of their hand and he felt that it was a natural thing to come inside. As he leaned on the doorway of Ni-ki’s room to see you packing his things,

“Hey,” he said. You turned around, Ni-ki’s bag in hand which Jay quickly took from you.

“I made some cupcakes for the boys to eat on the way, it’s on the table right now,” you said. Jay’s eyes settled on you as he took in your current appearance. Messy hair, cheeks slightly flushed, and your apron had flour all over it. Yet despite this, he realized that you couldn’t have looked more beautiful than you did in this moment.

“Jay? Hon?” he heard from you, snapping him out of his throat. He noticed how you called him “hon” a term of endearment you commonly used on Ni-ki, probably not even realizing you had used it on him.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“You ok?” you asked. He knew he probably looked like a mess himself, coming from work after working overtime and barely even having time to eat. But it was Friday night and he had the entire weekend off so what better way to spend it than with the boys, Ni-ki included.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure you’re ok with Ni-ki sleeping over?”

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re always the one taking Won and Sunoo in, let me take care of Ni-ki. You could use a break.”

“Aren’t you tired, though? All you do is work and I didn’t really think you’d want to spend your day off with my chaotic child in the mix.”

“I love having Ni-ki around, the kid dances better than me.”

“Guess he gets that from his father,” you said with a sigh. Jay didn’t know how to feel about the mention of K but what he did know was that he saw his hyung differently from before. He and the boys spent a few more minutes in your apartment before leaving and heading to his house. The night was going by as smoothly as having three boys could go but Jay managed while texting you in the process. When the boys were settled into bed, Ni-ki sleeping in the middle, Jay couldn’t help but smile at how cute they were. He took a quick picture before sending it to you and asking if you wanted to FaceTime. Heading to his room to get ready for bed, his eyes settled on the mirror with a sort of emptiness washing over him as his room came into view. While the house had everything that any child could need due to its grandeur, he found himself wondering what it’d be like if you here. If he woke up to the sight of you and Ni-ki in the house, being able to hold your hand when you cried, and coming home to a family of 5. Pushing his thoughts away, he went back to check on the boys once more.

The door to the boy’s room was slightly open. Jay was about to close it when,

“I don’t have a dad, you guys have Jay hyung,” Jay heard from Ni-ki, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“We don’t have a mom, you have y/n noona,” Jungwon countered. Slight guilt made itself known within Jay as he heard those words from his younger son. However, it was Sunoo’s words that completely shifted his entire world.

“Ni-ki, why can’t our dad be your dad and y/n noona be our mom?” the oldest boy asked.

“Would that make us brothers?” Ni-ki asked, hope filling his tone.

“We’re already brothers,” Jungwon said, “now go to sleep… Ni-ki dongsaeng.” Jay stood there in silence for the next few minutes, now wondering how to talk to you about what the kids just talked about. His phone buzzed in his hand, bringing him out of his trance as his eyes met the screen of his phone reading the text you sent.

“K showed up, stuck here rn. halp meh T-T“ the text said. He had no right to be jealous, he knew that. So why the hell was his blood boiling knowing that the two of you were together? He wanted to get in the car and drive to where you were but was it even his place to be by your side in a situation like that?

↬ ᴀ/ɴ 2 (if you’ve read up until this part lol):

i’m thinking about starting another series that’s jake x sunghoon x reader set in a little red riding hood au. what I have so far: jake is a werewolf/alpha, hoon is the huntsman, reader is gonna be little red riding hood. the series title is either gonna be little red, underneath the hood, red’s hood, or even smth else idk yet. i’ve got some of the first chapter + a summary/synopsis of the series already written but it’s been in my drafts for around 1-2ish months. i might write it after tatts & cupcakes ends or write it + tatts & cupcakes at the same time but idk if anyone would actually read it- 😭 if you’d be down to read it pls lmk or smth idk

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Hello!! Absolutely loving your blog and writing!! I can’t stop rereading some of your works!! I was hoping to maybe request a phantom x reader? I love the thought of him being affectionate and clingy and I’d love to read about him with a reader that equally loves affection as much as he does. But it takes them a little while to actually open up and accept his affections, but once they do it’s just the cutest✨ thank you so much, and if not that’s alright🩷

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WAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH that genuinely makes me so happy to hear :''')

I hope you enjoy some absolute Phantom FLUFF

My requests are open !

“Phantom! Hurry up, you're gonna miss the beginning!” 

“Oh shit” there’s a pause before you hear an “ow fuck hot!” 

You smile watching the quintessence ghoul run into the room with an absurdly large bowl of popcorn and a few drinks tucked under his arm. He sits everything down before plopping onto the couch next to you. 

“Did you remember the—“ 

“I got it right here.” His tail slithers over to you. You laugh as you take the small bag of chocolates from it, being careful not to pull on the piercings in the spade. 

He curls in under the giant blanket you brought, resting his tail on your lap just as the opening title of the movie begins. You and him have taken to weekly movie nights ever since discovering his fascination with human holidays. Halloween was creeping closer and you decided the best way to spend it this year was showing Phantom all your favorites. At first, you just showed me some old animated stuff from when you were younger, not quite sure what he’d like. Then you showed him some of the classics and he took a very big interest in those. Now, you were on to the slashers. You had skipped over Nightmare on Elm Street after the first one simply due to the fact every time something happened, he’d go off on a tangent about how ‘that’s not how dream magic works.’ 

You were now watching the Scream movies thanks to an off handed comment made by Dew that got Phantom interested. You had seen these movies countless times, but it was watching Phantom’s reactions that made it so special. Or maybe it was just Phantom in general. 

You idly play with his tail while the movie goes on, only half paying attention. You were distracted by the closeness of him. This always happened. He’d sit down at a comfortable distance and each time he thought you weren’t looking, he’d scoot just a bit closer. You knew how much he loved to be physically close with others, it was one of the things that drew you to him in the first place. It wasn’t like you hated the clingy nature of him, it just took some getting used to. You weren’t as quick to fling yourself onto him, but you really wanted to. You knew he would love it, but some part of you was worried you’d somehow make it awkward or uncomfortable. You were warming up to it, though. Every little touch from him had you feeling electric and you wanted more. 

You were now pressed shoulder to shoulder with him. He was completely enamored with the scene currently playing out, but all you could focus on was how close he was. You had to stifle a laugh at how large his eyes were. You stared at him for a bit longer before something in your brain was yelling at you, screaming to just wrap your arms around his waist and rest all your weight against him. You spend the remainder of the movie hyping yourself up to do this, but before you get the chance the credits roll. You mentally curse thinking you just wasted yet another opportunity when he turns and looks at you. 

“Can we watch the next one?” 

You smile “Absolutely. How could we leave without finishing this bowl?” 

Your eyes glance to the half eaten popcorn knowing damn well he’s going to inhale the rest without thinking. You hop up and put on the second movie. When you return to the couch you tentatively rest your head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly when he lays his head onto yours. 

Okay. Second chance. We can do this. 

You glance at him. He glances back and smiles at you, fangs poking out under his lips. 

Fuck we can’t do this. 

No. No you were going to do it. There was no reason not to. You shift a bit and he moves his head off yours to adjust his posture. You take that as the perfect opportunity to strike before you chicken out again. You slump down against him, encircling him with your arms before laying your head in his lap. There’s a moment where you’re convinced he’s going to shove you off for whatever reason, but that’s quickly stomped when you feel his hands gently card through your hair lightly scratching at your scalp. You smile hearing his tail beat against the side of the couch and a purr rumble through him. 

Somehow during the movie the positions shifted to the point where Phantom was laying flat on his back with you sprawled on top of him. You stayed like that until the credits started to play on the screen. You feel him nose your cheek.

“That was horrible.” 

“Yea the second one is never as good as the first.” You laugh as he nuzzles against your face. You try to say something about the third one but the thought is quickly interrupted by a yawn. He places a light kiss to the side of your head. 

“I’ll walk you back to your room.” 

“Actually” you say hiding your face in the crook of his neck “what if I stayed here tonight?” 

You can practically feel the excitement sparking off of him before he’s wrapping his arms around you squishing you to his chest. He laughs and peppers your face with little kisses purring wildly. When he’s finally done you bury your face right back into his neck and close your eyes, revealing in the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. 

“She hoped that your shared comeback wouldn’t take away that peace” :(

music to my ears - no way 19. (half written)

Miraculously, you managed to get ready on time. You and your members stood on the sidewalk outside of your apartment building waiting for your driver. You all had a photoshoot to go to. You stood on the sidewalk, holding onto Hyein’s arm -so you wouldn’t fall- with your eyes closed.

You could hear Minji, Hanni, and Danielle talking about something random. Hyein kept poking your cheek in an attempt to keep you awake, and also to give herself something to do so she wouldn’t fall asleep too. You heard a car pull up and opened your eyes to Minji talking to your manager and the driver.

The three youngest members sat in the back of the van with the eldest members sitting in the middle row. You sat between Hyein and Haerin, watching as Hanni turned around in her middle seat to hand you a plastic bag that was a gift from your manager.

You took it with a sleepy smile before taking out three packaged breads. You handed them to your members beside you as you plugged in your headphones. You turned to see Hyein already indulging into her food while watching something on her phone. You looked over at the older girl and silently handed her one of your headphones.

She looked at you bewildered, but accepted it anyway. You started playing music as you closed your eyes again. Soon the movement of the car and the music blasting in your ears, lulled you to sleep. Haerin’s body went rigged as your head rested on her shoulder.

For the entire ride you were asleep on her shoulder. After the initial shock, Haerin calmed down and watched the highway as she listened to your music. She recognized a lot of songs either from your humming, your impromptu dance battles with Hyein, or from the internet.

She noticed your phone and uneaten bread sitting in your hand, she decided to put the bread in your bag and hold onto your phone incase it slipped and fell. Every so often, she’d glance down at your sleeping figure. You looked peaceful in your sleep, she hoped that your shared comeback wouldn’t take away that peace.

hyein vs bbangsaz😭

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hi... @phamaple im sorry it took so long to update but its here pls keep loving me pls still think of me as ur favorite brazilian plsplspls

1000 DOWNLOAD CELELBRATION PT 3

The final iteration of our 1k Downloads celebration!

I'm sorry it's taken so long, it's been a wild month for me personally and professionally and that definitely got in the way of finishing this in the timing I'd hoped, but finally it's here!

Thank you all so much for your interest in our game!

Gorgeous art by @minthe-drawings!

FINALLY

by Cath

You pace, retracing your path across your studio over and over, and over. The sun is setting, the light cast across the walls shifting to an orangey-pink, and casting long shadows that cast the room in an eerie, comforting glow. 

Waiting sucks. It's never been your strong suit, but for some reason that's eluded you, it's worse today. You feel antsy down to your bones, like your blood is caffeine and your muscles electricity, pushing you to keep moving. But still, no matter how you comb through the tangles of your thoughts, you can't find the source of this damned anxiety, if that's even what you're feeling. 

Your pacing continues.

You've been dressed for an hour. When has that ever happened? 

You check the time, again. 6:31 PM. 

It's not unlike Aster to come and go, and it's rare you truly know where it is he's gone, but he is undeniably a creature of punctuality. If he says he'll be there at a specific time, without fail he would appear between the breaths marking one minute to the next. He was never late. But now... He said 6:30 pm, so where--

"Searching for me, Little Scorpion?"

His voice, always so calm and smooth and dark as a frozen laze, makes you spin on your heel. You set your eyes upon him then, leaning against the wall, a slight smile curving his pale lips. His eyebrow is arched in a way that makes you briefly question how long he's been standing there, if he's been watching you in that quiet way of his, and you simply hadn't noticed. 

But it isn't possible. You always notice him. You feel him, a prickle on the back of your neck, whenever he's near. 

Aster's smile held a shark-like edge, the glint before a true smirk. It was masking something else, though, a feeling you had not seen before, and could not identify. 

"I was." You return his smile and adjust the collar of your shirt. The way he looks at you, his eyes fixed on your face like he can see nothing else, makes you feel uncomfortably warm. 

"You look lovely. Are you ready to leave?" He asks, pulling himself from the wall in one languid motion. You look around yourself, trying to gather your thoughts. 

"Uh... yeah, yes. I'm ready." You smooth down your front, pressing the wrinkles out with your hand. 

Aster's eyebrow quirks once more, and his smile grows. He takes a step towards you, gliding forward as if his feet didn't even touch the floor.  

"You seem nervous, darling." His voice drops into the purr he knows flusters you, the one he likes to use to get your heart racing. 

"I'm-- I--" You sputter for a moment, wanting to deny it, and Aster's smile stretches into a grin. A laugh escapes you, a nervous sounding thing much higher than your voice normally is. "I guess... I am? I don't know why." 

Aster takes another long step towards you, and as if pulled by a magnet, you mirror the movement so you stand only an arm's length from each other. Aster's smile, the wickedness of it, softens to something gentler. Kinder. He often looks at you like this when you're writing, or when you're trying to work out some complex turn of plot. 

You smile back, and the action soothes your racing heart. Your thoughts clear a bit, and you notice, for the first time, Aster's outfit. He's wearing a proper, honest-to-goodness suit, with a golden yellow bowtie that makes his eyes appear to glow. 

"You look gorgeous." Your words are more breath than voice, and although you feel a flash of embarrassment, it's immediately mitigated by the wash of pleasure you feel when pink colors Aster's cheeks. It's fantastically rare to see him blush, and you relish each moment. 

Aster schools his face into something controlled and predatory, his grin wide, but the blush doesn't fade. 

"Thank you, little Scorpion." He takes your hand and leads you in a slow, luxurious turn, so he can admire every angle of you. "I undeniably pale in comparison to you. You look..." 

"Delicious?" You ask as you come face to face with him once more, beaming. It's his favorite compliment for you, and his own expression morphs to something devilish as you finish his sentence. Sinful. Delighted. "Well, you asked me to dress up, so..." You gesture to your outfit, carefully selected to make your eyes stand out, although you can't hope to have the same illumination Aster manages. Not without his--

Aster's hand ghosts over your cheek before his thumb and forefinger latch onto your chin. He gives the slightest pull, and like a puppet on strings, you step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. 

"Indeed. Delicious." He murmurs. His other hand rests on the side of your neck, the fingers curling around to tickle against your nape. 

"Isn't our reservation soon?" Dammit, why did you say that? You don't want to go yet, you don't want him to let you go. You want him closer. 

"Not so soon that we can't spare just a few minutes." He leans in, bringing his mouth nearer to yours, so your senses are filled with the scent of him. Aster smells of an incoming summer thunderstorm, ether in the air and the promise of rain. His lips graze yours, and you step in further, folding your body against his, slipping your arms around his waist over his coat, your skin gliding against the smooth fabric. 

You press in closer to deepen the kiss and--

You freeze. You don't mean to, but you can't help it. Your mind stutters into silence, refusing to identify the source of your shock, refusing to seek further. Aster is frozen similarly,unmoving, not even breathing, his gaze locked firmly and unblinkingly on yours. His eyes mirror your surprise, which only serves to prolong your freeze response. 

The silence stretches, a rubber band over the moment. Then, just as quickly, your thoughts snap back into your mind, filling it with thoughts that all point to the same thing. 

The feeling of a box, small and square, perhaps the size of the palm, tucked into Aster's coat pocket. 

It couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be what you think it is...

But Aster's expression is shifting, narrowing, and his smile sliding to the left side of his face, crooked and daring you to say it. 

Go ahead, Little Scorpion. 

Say it.

You swallow, and your throat is dry, and you're trying your hardest not to look at the pocket to try and get a visual to confirm what you feel under your hand. And you know. You're certain. 

It's a ring box. 

"Do you wish to... discuss it? Or shall we go to dinner?" He asks. His voice has an odd warble to it, a cracking quality that sounds almost like... if it were anyone else, you would say it sounded like nerves. But this being before you has never shown signs of being anything close to uneasy before, let nervous. It gives you a thrill, to know you have that kind of effect on him. 

The power it gives you, however, disappears quickly when you try to speak again. 

"Y-yes. I mean. No. Um..." You clear your throat. Pull it together! You're already trembling, and although you have no idea how you'll possibly eat your dinner at this point, you shake your head. "Let's go to dinner."

He drops a feather light kiss on your lips, barely a brushing of skin, before pulling you into a hug. Your hand slides away from the ring box and fixes itself against his back. The embrace steadies you, ebbing the sharper edges of anxiety into a blooming excitement. He releases you sooner than you'd like, but it's always sooner than you'd like, and it leaves every point of contact feeling cold. Then he's taking your hand and tilting his head towards you, looking eager and mischievous.

"Then let's go. We wouldn't want to be late."

Lalali, oh, the song that you are...

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The HHU is WRECKING me lately! !!!

Lilith and Amity genuine mentorship at the end?? >>>>>>

Saw that you're taking requests! Your piece about Mammon being clingy got me with the scenting, so I wanted to ask for something about Beel sneakily scenting Mc and then they find out what he's been doing? But like, positively :) only if it inspires you of course!

P.S.: anon isn't on and you might get more requests if you allow anonymous asks! Just fyi <3

- @kitsune-oji

Hi! Of course I can do that for you. About the anon, I have no clue how to turn it on because when it comes to tumblr, I'm like a very old man that doesn't understand technology ^^"

I too love a scenting piece, and I didn't know whether or not you wanted this to be romantic, so I left it up to your interpretation! <3

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The marble countertop is warm beneath the heat of your thighs. Your legs swing idly, causing your heels to drum softly on the cupboard below as you tip your head back against the wall. Your eyes flickered to the clock tucked above the fridge, just visible enough to make out the time.

3:36, AM.

Beel was beside you, his lower back settled against the counter as in his hands, he held a (comically) large sandwich. From the few minutes you'd spent eyeing it, you'd come to the conclusion that the countless layers consisted of strange meats, cheese, sauces, and the occasional fat lump of lettuce.

He was, albeit with frustration, slowly chewing his biteful. Lucifer had made a passing remark about savouring your food, and that eating at a slower rate was financially better for the brothers. The poor thing was trying so hard to do as he was told, swallowing hard.

You shuffle over a bit and rest your hand against his nape, gently stroking it with your knuckles and teasing the wisps of ginger baby hair. He pauses, and lifts his gaze up to meet yours. All the concentration and tensity melt from his expression, and a kind smile graces his lips. "Hello, MC."

"Hello, Beel," You soothe, returning his smile with a sweet one of your own. "You know you're doing such a good job, don't you? It must be very hard for you."

His eyes soften and he tilts his head back into your warm and caring fingers. "Yes, it is," Beel murmurs, before his smile suddenly shifts to a delicate frown and a look of concern. "I'm sorry, MC."

His arms suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you flush to his large frame; and yet he's so delicate with you. The subtle squeeze of his arms, the loving brush of his fingers, Beel is so careful not to harm you in any way possible, and you can feel your heart swell.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Having you up so late." He blanks, staring up at you like a puppy. You shake your head slowly with an adoring chuckle, and ease your arms around his neck. With your hand cupping the back of his head, you tuck his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers comb slowly through his silken locks.

"When I'm around you," Beel starts softly,

"When I'm touching you, I don't feel hungry. I only want that moment to last." He finishes, and your heart pulls.

"I like to have you with me, MC." He adds, his large fingers smoothing out on your skin and dragging down the curve of your lower back. He gradually brushes his cheek up and along the slant of your neck, nuzzling his forehead over your shoulder and nearly purring in response to catching the lingering smell of himself from the last time he scented you.

You watch his movements, pulling your nails delicately down his scalp and through his hair. He'd done this before; catching your wrist as you walked to your next class and trying every possible method of subtly rubbing his skin on yours before he had to leave.

Satan had caught you after that lesson to explain. From what he'd taught you, Beel was scenting you. Almost marking you, even, putting his energy into ensuring you smelt like him every moment of the day. "To ward off unwanted attention," He'd said, not telling you the part where being scented that heavily was the same as grabbing a chunky marker and writing "Property of Beel" on every inch of your body.

Beel slowed when you whispered his name, your hand travelling down his neck and cheek to tilt up his chin. His pupils had swollen, and his hair was slightly tousled from your messing with it. "Beel," You breathed once more, feeling a burning shyness creeping up behind your cheeks.

"Can... may I scent you back?" You smiled bashfully, and he seemed stunned; at you recognising his touch as scenting, and at you wanting to scent him.

"Can humans do that?" Beel asked, and you nodded hesitantly. "Well, no, but.. maybe my body spray or something will stick with you," You reasoned. He barely thought a second longer, guiding your head into his neck.

He smelt warm. Like vanilla and cinnamon, like a delicious cupcake freshly baked. You gently nuzzled into his skin, rubbing your cheek against him and pressing your forehead to his pulse as your fingers massaged through his hair.

"There," You whisper, certain that Beel can feel your lips moving due to the warm rumble that emits from his chest. "Now nobody will mess with you, either."

Beel smiled down at you- and held himself back. If his human wanted to think their scent kept him safer than his muscles and status;

Then he'd laugh softly, kiss the top of their head, and let them...

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Demon's First Pumpkin

***After all the spookiness it's time for a small relief of fluff! This is actually one of the first Diavolo-centered fics I've written and it's the first Teen MC fic we've had in a while! I hope you all enjoy it 🎃❤️ -B***

Summary: When MC learns that the all mighty Demon Prince Diavolo has never carved a pumpkin in his life, they immediately get to work on amending that fact. Ft. Teen! MC and DiaLuci

"MC, this isn't something that you need to disturb Lord Diavolo with,"

"Wrong. It is spooky season and thus it is an emergency level catastrophe that I must bother Dia with."

The prince in question perked up his head as he heard two of his favourite voices approach his lonely office. He instantly brushed aside the documents he had been working on, and took a quick glance into the reflection of the metal plaque on his desk to adjust his tie and hair.

"Well, we'll just have to see what he thinks!" He heard you smugly shout on the other side of the door before a rhythmic knock rang through his office.

"Come in!" He happily called out as he sat just a little bit straighter in his chair.

The sound of his hearty laugh filled the room as he spun you around. "MC! It's been awhile since you've visited!"

He couldn't help but smile as you proudly marched into his office with a tired and slightly irked-looking Lucifer trailing behind you.

"Dia!" He quickly opened his arms, wrapping you up in his large embrace as you charged toward him.

Lucifer sighed from where he handsomly brooded by the doorway. "My apologies, my lord. I tried to explain to them that you were busy, but they were insistent."

Diavolo smiled as he set you back on your feet. "Must have been a rather important issue then."

You nodded enthusiastically as Lucifer ran a hand down his face. "Yes, it is! There're no pumpkins in the Devildom!"

The prince's eyebrows narrowed as he glanced warily over to Lucifer. "No ... pumpkins?"

"Large orange gourds that humans like mutilate and allow to rot away rather than actually eating them," Lucifer groaned. "It's pointless."

A dramatic gasp came from your mouth as you clutched a hand to your chest. "It is not pointless!" You shouted. "First of all, we call them jack-o-lanterns! Second of all, it's a bonding tradition that we do in the fall with our friends and family and use them as lights and decorations. Plus, it's not all waste! You can always roast the pumpkin seeds and eat those as snacks!"

With every word that you spoke, Diavolo felt his eyes get wider and wider and a flood of childlike wonder, that he always felt towards human culture, fill him.

The same thrill that sparked in his heart the day he came up with the exchange program was now a raging inferno.

"That sounds incredible!" He cheered as he grabbed you by the shoulders — your eyes mirrored the excitement sparkling in his own golden stare. He looked towards his door, where he knew his butler was dutifully working nearby. "Barbatos!" The teal-coloured demon appeared out of nowhere. "I need you to go to the human world and get three of their best pumpkins!"

"I'll see to it, my lord," he was gone as quickly as he arrived.

Lucifer's head whipped around to him, his eyebrows narrowed in suspicion. "Three? Why do you need three?"

"For you, of course!" He flashed the demon his brightest smile. "MC said this is meant to be a bonding experience between friends, and there is no one else I can think of to share this with than you and MC!"

Lucifer glowered at the prince for a moment before a heavy groan came from him. "If that's what you wish, my lord."

Diavolo's heart fluttered with elation as he turned to you. "What else is required for this 'jack-o-lantern' making?"

You leaned against his desk with a sharp grin, "Let me tell you, Dia. It is the best. There's spooky music, candy, and you can even print out stencils to help you with your design if you'd like," you pressed a smug hand to your chest as you lifted your chin. "Personally, I like to freehand," your eyes playfully drifted over to the grumpy Avatar of Sin in the corner, "but there's no shame in needing a little help."

Lucifer stiffened at your words, and Diavolo knew that you had the demon exactly where you wanted him. "Well," he spoke coolly, "We'll just have to see about that."

In no less than an hour, the three of you were in the freshly decorated dining hall with a live orchestra playing only the spookiest of classical music and freshly picked pumpkins sitting in front of you.

You were bouncing with giddiness at the whole thing, and though Lucifer tried to hide, Diavolo could tell that even he was enjoying the atmosphere.

The prince clapped his hands as he looked down at the gourd. "Now, MC! What next? How do we do this?"

Lucifer eyed you carefully as you picked up one of the paring knives on the table and twirled it in your hand. "Now you cut the top off and scoop out its guts!" A twinge of pride ran through his demonic soul at the murderous glee shining on your face.

Dia let out a hearty laugh as he picked up his own knife and stabbed it deep into the top of the pumpkin with a single clean motion. "And you're sure this is a human tradition? It's quite vicious, though that does seem to be the fun of it!" His smile widened as a spray of pumpkin juice flung across his face — It had been too long since he'd been able to fully enjoy a good stabbing.

Lucifer, on the other hand, elegantly picked up his own knife and went to work with the precision of a surgeon. Each cut was done with meticulous care and patience.

You snorted at the look of concentration on his face as you ripped off the top of your own pumpkin.

The demon rose an eyebrow at you, "Do you have an issue with my technique MC?"

You shook your head as you rolled up your sleeve and buried your arm elbow deep into the vegetable. "Nope. You're just slow, old man,"

Diavolo's eyes widened at your action as he looked down at his own pumpkin and quickly mimicked you. He couldn't help but giggle as the stringy, gooey insides of the pumpkin clung to his fingers as he easily ripped from its flesh with a harsh pull — he had greatly underestimated just how fun this would be.

Lucifer's nose wrinkled at the two of you. "If I'm doing this, I am going to be doing this to the highest standard. I want to ensure that the top hole isn't so large that the pumpkin will cave in on itself, but also not so small that it's inconvenient to remove its innards."

Diavolo smirked as he flicked some of the pumpkin on his hands at his right-hand man — Lucifer stiffed as a glob guts stuck to his cheek. "Come on, Lucifer! Loosen up! This is meant to be fun! Let your inner demon run loose and just enjoy it!" he grinned and proudly held up his messy hands.

"Yeah, Luci! This isn't an order or a task. This is just having fun with friends! You remember what that's like, what?" You goaded with a mischievous smirk on your face.

Lucifer grumbled under his breath as he carefully rolled up the sleeves of his silk shirt. The light caught on his blade as he raised it high above his head before passionately driving it down into the gourd.

Dia's breath caught in his throat at the feral fire in Lucifer's crimson eyes as you whooped in victory.

From there, it hadn't taken very long for the three of you to finish preparing your pumpkins for your designs — soon all three of them were empty, and their intestines were now coating the table and your arms.

"Now's the fun part!" You explained as you grabbed three markers from your pocket. "You can carve any design that you'd like into the front of the pumpkin! Traditionally, you're meant to do a spooky face, but really it can be anything you want."

The Demon Prince paused, tilting his head as he looked at the canvas of his pumpkin. He wanted something suiting for the human "spooky season," but also something sentimental. This was his first jack-o-lantern. He didn't want to mess up something that, based on the purely joyful expression on your face, truly meant a lot to you. He wanted it to be special.

He glanced over at Lucifer, as the demon was delicately peeling layers away from the vegetable, and blushed as an idea rushed to his mind.

He uncapped his marker and got to work.

You had finished your jack-o-lantern first — a slightly crooked rendition ... something. It seems Lucifer was correct on the mutilation part.

Lucifer bit back a laugh as you proudly held your pumpkin out in front of you. "And just what is that meant to be?"

You slumped a little as you pouted. "It's meant to be you and your brothers pact symbols! Can't you tell?"

Dia squinted his eyes and tilted his head a little — it still looked like a bunch of random circles, triangles and squiggly lines — but he gave a fake gasp of realization for your sake. "Oh, I see it now!" He lied, like a liar. "This one must be Beelzebub's! Very well done!"

"That's Lucifer's!" You whined as the said demon snorted beside you.

His snort grew into laughter as you punched his side. "No, no! You misunderstand, MC. I'm not laughing at you. My symbol has never looked so good!"

You huffed and set your pumpkin back down on to the table. "Well let's see what you came up with, Mr. Big Shot!"

A glimmer of pure concentrated pride radiated gorgeously off the demon as he smiled, "With pleasure," he turned the pumpkin around and both your's and Diavolo's jaws dropped.

Delicately carved into the pumpkin's flesh, with varying layers of depth, was an intricate rendition of Cerberus with meat dangling off his fangs.

"Show off," you grumbled as the prince continued to gawk.

Lucifer's chuckled as he ruffled your hair, "I don't know what you mean. I was only following your instructions and having fun with it," you pouted as you smacked his hand away. The demon's head turned to Diavolo, oblivious to how the content glow to his skin made goosebumps rise on the back of the prince's neck. "How did yours turn out?"

Diavolo glanced between his own creation and Lucifers. "I wouldn't say it's quite as masterful as your own work, Lucifer, but I think it's rather nice," he turned the pumpkin around and Lucifer's cheeks flushed while you found yourself gawking once more.

For his very first jack-o-lantern, Diavolo had carved two demons. One with leather-like wings and an impressive set of horns framing his face, and the other with raven's wings sprouting behind him and a diamond on his forehead. The two were leaning close together and smiling.

"DIA!" You screamed leaning close to take it in. "That's so cool! Woah! How did you do that?!"

Lucifer cleared his throat as he glanced up at the prince, "Is that ... us?"

Diavolo proudly nodded. "Of course! I wanted something that meant a lot to me but was also scary. And you, Lucifer, are both my most trusted friend and the most terrifying demon I know. I thought it was only fitting."

If Lucifer hadn't been blushing before, his cheeks were now a beautiful shade of red. Diavolo often wished it wasn't so difficult to make the demon flustered like this — whenever the demon's prideful front was cast aside, he never failed to make the prince fall for him all over again (a poetic irony in its own right).

You eyed the two as their stares remained locked on one another — you felt your own cheeks flush at the mere tension in the room. You quickly grabbed the bowl of pumpkin guts resting on the table and awkwardly stood up. "OH LOOK! We have all kinds of left over pumpkin guts! I'm going to um, roast these with Barbatos for a snack! In the kitchen! Away from here! BYE!"

Before either of them had time to blink you were gone in a blur.

Silence settled between the two demons as Lucifer carefully picked the remaining pumpkin innards that you had thrown at him off his shirt. "Perhaps," he began without looking at the Prince, "we'll have to do this again next year," Diavolo looked at him, a slow smile began climbing on his face as the demon's warm tone registered within him. "MC clearly needs more practice, and ... I suppose this wasn't so bad," the crimson eyes flickered down to Diavolo's pumpkin once more.

Lucifer fondly shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Humans. They really are so odd."

Diavolo hummed as he looked back at the monstrosity of a jack-o-lantern that you made. "Endearing though. I quite enjoyed this tradition of theirs."

A swarm of butterflies fluttered alongside hope rose within him — the happiness that was burning within him was one he had seldom experienced before.

A small, stunned laugh bubbled out from within him as he nodded deeply to his closest companion. "As you wish, my dear."

*** Oh it is so nice to have a refreshing break of fluff every now and then 🥰 Thank you all for reading and for the love and support! Please leave a comment, if you can, letting me know what you thought! Your feedback is always appreciated! -B***

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