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Wizarding World:
Any and all writings that include Hogwarts as a setting are AUs where the starting age of attendance is 14 years old.
This means you should keep in mind that the characters in the stories going from 4th year are 17-18, all the way to last year where they’d be around 20-21.
This is because I want to reference years other than the last one and I don’t feel comfortable writing about 14 year olds. (Especially because some of my future content might be 18+)
Works:
Theodore Nott:
Am I so bad? [slight hurt comfort, friends to lovers]
Stress relief [comfort, friends to lovers]
Mattheo Riddle:
Honey Daze [fluff]
Pick your guy:
Fun it is [Theodore, Draco, Mattheo. Flirting]
Dance lessons [Unspecified. Fluff]
What do they think about marriage? [All. HCs]
Opposing sides [Unspecified. Angst]
Random filth [All. HCs. Smutty]
Reader-centric:
Whatever it takes [unforgivables, corruption]
Sirius Black:
Choices [Angst]
Obey Me! Shall We Date?:
Reader will be referred to as MC and be considered of age (20+).
Works:
Beelzebub:
All is Fair in Love and Food [fluff]
Diavolo:
Comfort within grief [fluff]
Haikyuu:
Age will generally be unspecified, but presumed 18+ even in high school settings. I will probably write for both regular timeline as well as time-skip.
Works:
May come in the future.
Last comments:
For now this all, I’ll add more as I go (and maybe expand in fandoms) as I see fit. Hope this is gucci with everyone.
Hello, it's me again with another request! I loved your Beel story so much and I was wondering if you could do a fluff Diavolo one where he comforts reader after a loved one passed away? My great grandma died recently and were very close, she was VERY old but It still hurts. Could the reader be gender neutral but gender any would be fine. Don't feel pressured to do this and I hope you get enough sleep and water intake. Have a good day/night and thank you!
A/N: I offer you my deepest condolences @breadlover6969 and I’m sorry I see this only now, after a year and a half (I’ve been away for a long while), but I still wanted to write a little something for you.
I hope it can make you smile, even if you’re not in the midst of grief anymore (hopefully).
And to anyone who may be, sending lots of love.
Pairing: Diavolo x gender neutral!reader.
Contents: Hurt/comfort, mentions of death, fluff.
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Two things are certain in human lifetimes: birth and death. The latter of which you’d been constantly reminded of during your stay in the Devildom, with your life being threatened at almost every turn in the beginning.
You were almost accustomed to seeing it around you. A lower tier demon scuffle here, a severe punishment to an unruly magical beast there. It was inevitable when living in the embodiment of hell.
And yet, when the news arrived from the human world, from your family, courtesy of Lucifer, you could not say you were unaffected in that same way. You’d known it to be inevitable, and your relative had lived a full life, so why couldn’t you just accept it?
You forced yourself to keep it together, your life far too busy to be able to let yourself slip into the dark pit you so badly wanted to crawl into. No matter the guilt from not being present when it happened, or the sheer loss of someone so close to you, there was nothing you could do now besides keeping on living while they rested. You owed them that much.
So you kept smiling, kept diffusing the countless chaotic arguments that would naturally spur in the House of Lamentation, kept showing up to student council meetings, all in hopes of distracting yourself; and it was during one of these that one demon caught on quickly on the way your gaze betrayed the sadness, the weight of grief laboring your eyelids and your posture.
“MC, would you mind staying behind for a moment? I’d like a word with you”
It was none other than the demon prince himself. Diavolo smiled appreciatively at your assent, and as the others dissipated from the room, you tried to recount if you’d forgotten any special requests of his.
“MC.” He began.
“Yes, Lord Diavolo?”
His laughter boomed from his chest, before settling in an inviting smile.
“No need to be so formal. Please, come here” he motioned for you to join him, pulling another chair close to his. You complied, slumping a bit before catching yourself, his golden eyes following your movements attentively. He cut to the chase, ever so practical.
“Lucifer told me what has happened, I want you to know that I am deeply sorry, and that you have my condolences. If you want to take some time off, I support it.”
He encompassed your hand with his own, warm and firm, his expression sure and understanding, while you grappled with some of the surprise. Of all people, you didn’t exactly expect Diavolo, who was often too oblivious to others’ negativity (and too busy to handle it anyway), to reach out in such a manner.
You blinked at him, the readied words of denial you’d used on the others caught up in your throat. “No, no, I’m fine…” you’d said, but here, with him, you knew lying was futile.
“I didn’t intend to make you worry” you sighed, more dejected, your true feelings starting to transpire.
“Oh, MC…” his other hand went up to graze your cheek, so gentle that it seemed almost uncertain, always careful not to accidentally hurt. “Do you ever think for a moment that I cannot handle being there for you? Your feelings could never be a burden to me. No matter how much work I’ve got cut out for myself.”
He maintained his eyes on you, intense and full of unspoken words of affection: so much so that it almost knocked the wind out of you, chest tightening and palms dampening. Could you really be so lucky to have such an important figure be so caring towards you, a mere human?
“Diavolo…”
You couldn’t help but finally tear up, and he welcomed you in his hold with open arms, holding you steadily.
“It’s okay, my dearest. It’s okay to grieve.”
He wouldn’t tell you in that moment, but he’d also suffered through the loss of his father, who wasn’t dead, but whose absence still had an impact on him, besides what he told himself. Perhaps you too could visit your relative in the celestial realm, if they’d ascended, but he knew that the hurt bears no less effect. He understood.
So, for the moment being, he would just be your shelter, your rock. Big, comfortable, reliable Diavolo. Hell, he would’ve been anything and everything for you. If he could he would’ve even killed death itself, just on the premise that it had hurt you.
I cannot stop thinking about a reader with a foreign accent calling Theodore ‘Notty (naughty)- boy’, and him just dying inside every time and melting in a puddle cause it’s so hot
One thing about me is that I will forever refuse to describe the reader as beautiful on first sighting.
Because everyone is beautiful, but putting it as a surface level label isn’t recognizing that, it’s cutting out any and all people that may be a bit more particular in their beauty.
Because not everyone is conventionally beautiful, and I feel it’s my job as a writer to make the reader feel beautiful. Not just assume they are, cause it can feel very estranging when you have image issues, and I think a good part of us may.
Your fave would love you not because you’re an idealized, conventionally attractive version of yourself; they would love you because you’re absolutely beautiful to them. With all of your qualities. Good and bad.
Imperfect, and still deserving of the utmost love.
Onestamente non saprei, facendo un paio di ricerche le uniche cose che ho trovato sono la simbologia legata al cigno come “purezza e femminilità”, che potrebbe riferirsi a Beatrice/la Madonna che lo chiama ad imbarcarsi nel suo cammino (imo), oppure l’idioma “ultimo canto del cigno”, che invece si usa per riferirsi all’opera summa dell’artista prima della morte.
L’unica volta che il cigno viene menzionato nella divina commedia è, da quel che sembra, in una metafora che descrive visione di un angelo per le sue ali
