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Okay but imagine the Doll events, except it's Kate who gets turned into a doll. And then she goes to sleep in that form, and she looks exactly the same she does when she's awake, except now she's completely unresponsive.
And then all of the guys have a mini heartattack because she seems VERY dead like that.
but to really secure the MC's position as a yandere couldn't she convince some darling to be their partner. They could have a relationship of convince, the darling gets to have freedom and the MC gets an excuse to keep the other yanderes away. They cannot take then if the MC already found their true love and they cannot kill the darling as it is probably against the law.
MC would have to find a Darling in a school of Yanderes and somehow NOT get caught discussing said plans with said Darling. And then that Darling would have to accept. And even then, they'd still run the risk of Yanderes who just do not care going "... I mean, I may not be able to kill your beloved, but I sure as hell can out-woo them" and still vying for MCs attention/time. Not even to mention the platonic yanderes. Grim alone would be remisced if he let the MC get a partner that took their time away from him.
Hello! I was wondering if you’re ever going to continue not your darling?
Yeah, absolutely. But it will be a hot minute. I have ideas I'm floatin' around, and y'know how life gets. Hahahaha. Either way, it's not a dead project, and you can feel free to ask to be added to the taglist. I've been keeping that updated as best as I can.
popping back in for a couple seconds, because I am obsessed with these two throwaway characters from the last new year's bit. I need to know more about this fancy overdramatic theater kid and IT nerdling's more-likely-than-you'd-think friendship.
(brb, building an entire mental headcanon around these random characters who will literally never appear again. they have a whole sitcom together...in my heart.)
I started going back through all my old posts and finding the ones where I've written mini-fics on other people's posts, and I've started adding those to my Masterlist. Lmaoooo
Satan (glancing sharply at Mammon): I don’t want to do this.
Mammon (exhaling): Just… try it, will ya? It helped the rest of us.
Satan: I’m not doing this. I’m not changing my mind.
Therapist: Changing your mind… about killing Lucifer.
Satan: He deserves it.
Therapist: And why do you believe he deserves to die?
Satan (gesturing at his IV line): Look at me. I’m in a hospital bed. He put me here. What part of that is confusing?
Mammon: He feels awful about it—
Satan: I don’t care. I’m already here. His guilt doesn’t undo anything.
Therapist: Mammon, may I speak with Satan alone?
Mammon (leaving, worried): Yeah. Just yell if he tries gettin’ outta bed.
Therapist: Satan, I’ve spoken with your brothers, except Belphegor and they’re all struggling with what happened.
Satan (arms crossed): As they should. What he did is unforgivable.
Therapist: No one has told me how the fight began. Would you tell me?
Satan (snorts): He hasn’t told you? And you still expect me to even consider forgiveness? Ridiculous.
Therapist: I want to understand. Please tell me what happened.
Satan: We were just talking. That’s all it started as.
Satan (walking into the library): …What are you doing here?
Lucifer (calm, reading with a glass in hand): I live in this house as well, Satan.
Satan (putting books away): You’re always in your study at this hour. Why are you suddenly here?
Lucifer: I wanted a change of scenery. Somewhere quiet to read.
Satan: Mm. Convenient, considering this is the time I come here.
Lucifer: I wasn’t aware this hour belonged exclusively to you.
Satan (finally sits, opening a book): What are you reading?
Lucifer: A text on celestial history.
Satan (mocking lightly): You don’t already know all that? Trying to relive your glory days?
Lucifer: Hardly. I’m interested in how they chose to portray the events.
Satan: And? Did they get anything right?
Lucifer: So far, yes.
A quiet beat. Then Satan’s tone softens, unexpectedly curious.
Satan (dry, needling): Right… the whole Lilith situation, isn’t it Heaven threw a fit because she chose a human.
Lucifer (calm, a touch bitter): They were furious. The Celestial Realm does not approve of relationships beyond its own kind. Not then, not now.
Satan: But you did.
Lucifer: If love doesn’t harm anyone, I saw no reason to condemn it.
Satan: …Still hurt plenty of people in the end.
Lucifer: That wasn’t the cause.
Satan: Right. You fell for “individuality and love,” isn’t that what you always say? Very noble. Very dramatic.
Lucifer: What are you implying?
Satan (leaning forward slightly, eyes narrowing): Well, if anything, she fought for love. You? You fought with your ego, didn’t you? You hated how the place was run, so you tried to rewrite the rules and everyone followed you because they trusted you.
Lucifer (tightening his jaw): That is not true. I fought for Lilith.
Satan (a small, humorless laugh): We both know that’s not true, Lucifer. Don’t forget... I come from you.
Lucifer (voice dropping, final): I’m done with this conversation.
Satan (tilting his head, mock concern): What’s wrong? Can’t handle the truth? You aren’t nearly as selfless as you think you are.
Lucifer (low, warning): Enough, Satan.
Satan (pressing, enjoying the unraveling): Come on, Lucifer. You know you would’ve fallen eventually. And you would’ve been alone down here. So you took the opportunity not to be the only one who fell.
Lucifer (voice cracking with anger he’s trying to suppress): That is not true, Satan. Stop talking.
Satan (shrugging, casual): The others had their issues, sure, but once they knew their place, they listened. You were the rebel. Even when you tried to pretend you weren’t.
Lucifer (standing abruptly, book snapping shut): I’m done with this conversation.
Satan (sing-song, needling): Aww, Lucifer, don’t be like that. I thought we were discussing celestial history. Like how you failed the only people who ever trusted you.
Lucifer (turning back, controlled anger): You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Satan (quiet, pointed): I don’t? Then why are they in Devildom? Why are they demons now? Why am I here?
Lucifer (voice low, trembling with restraint): You always think you know so much. You don’t.
Satan (smirking): I know just enough. Thank you.
Lucifer (voice hardening): You know what your issue is? You have no place of your own here, so you try to make everyone else feel as empty as you do.
Satan (snorts): Oh, trying to turn this back on me?
Lucifer (words sharper than he intends): You are nothing but a sad creature who was born with no purpose other than rage. The rest of us had destinies.
Satan (standing now, stepping into Lucifer’s space): And look what you did to their destinies. Look where you ended up. You overcomplicate everything because deep down you know they’re here because of you.
Lucifer (voice raised now, losing composure): I didn’t force them to be here! They saw injustice, and they wanted to fight for those who were different. To make a difference!
Satan (cold, inches from him): Right. And you used their trust to pull them into your war, because you wanted to stand equal to a god when you were nothing but an angel. Now look at you, a demon kneeling under someone else’s rule again. So tell me, Lucifer… what did you really accomplish?
Lucifer’s fist swings clean and precise, then connects.
Satan staggers, but instead of falling, he smiles through the pain, blood at the corner of his mouth.
Satan: Thought so.
A/nq: I had Sienna by The Marías on repeat while writing this, despite having a massive headache. I can’t write without music sometimes :c
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
in which; school can be tiring... but endless, sleepless nights? even more exhausting.
content; domestic fluff, wrote this in the platonic sense, yuu! reader, grammatical mistakes, mention of alcohol (kalim's part) , scenarios/imagines , implied female reader ! kinda proof-read
author's note; later post then usual because i took too long to finish this, sorry if this seems rushed between the middle and end.
no AI copy and paste, please respect the author's hard work and consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed it!
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★ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
endless books, papers, homework and lectures lead you to all nighters and a diet of energy drinks. you knew it was unhealthy, hearing it over and over from riddle himself. he doesn't stop you, he just wishes you choose your health over studies for once.
don't get him wrong, he's been in your shoes once. thinking all he needed to do was study and everything will be fine. as much as his mind agreed, his body didn't. and neither is yours. he doesn't want you to go down that road.
which leads him to the present, heels clicking down the hall of nrc to his lunch break. looking at his watch on his wrist he turns a corner, mumbling to himself about his schedule and duties... until a figure catches his eye.
blueish grey eyes squint in front of him as he looks closer to make out the figure.
"yuu?" he mumbles once he realises. your sitting against the piller, sunlight casting your curled up shadow with your head in your knees.
at first, he panics. speed walking in the direction with the headmage or any other adult at campus on speed-dial. with a tight chest he kneeled down at your side and whispered your name once more.
as he was about to shake you, due to stress and nerves, youe back lifts up before slowly falling back down. soft snores left your lips as riddle let out a sigh of relief.
"sevens, yuu, sleeping in the middle of the hallways is a clear violation of the―"
that's when he notices something, your not just napping. your dead asleep. your breathing is too slow and heavy, a faint tension on your face―like sleep has calmed you too quickly.
his eyebrows falter, his face soft as he stares at you for a bit longer.
"when was the last time you've gotten a proper night's rest?"
silence. of course there is, you out cold. he wasn't expecting a response, he was speaking his mind out loud.
"honestly," he sighs softly, lacking its usual bite. "you should have at least chosen a more appropriate spot then here. the ground is dirty and the wall is tremendously uncomfortable..."
riddle simply sighs, like he expected this.
he doesn't shout, he doesn't get angry. he simply, lets you sleep. rising to his feet, riddle drapes his school uniform jacket over your hunched shoulder. the fabric is warm, his scent faintly clinging to it. far more comfortable then the cold breeze.
he suddenly sits beside you, dusting off any dirt he's nervous about collecting and gently takes your chin with a gloved hand, "you'll strain your neck like this," he scolds, letting your head rest against his shoulder much to the blush on his face.
the halls are empty, lunch just staring and here riddle is caring for a student not even from his dorm. that's the houswaeden leader in him, caring for students not from this world.
his hand lingers too long on your cheek before he pulls away fully, sitting down for a few moments to let you continue to get rest.
perhaps his lunch plans will have too wait.
"reckless, pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion. such actions must be dealt with accordingly..."
he looks down at your soft, peaceful expression on your face. lips parted to breath slowly, lashes long and relaxed. eyebrows low and body limp under his coat.
"you may rest.. but only for a while," he'll adjust the jacket if needed, "after that, we will discuss your schedule habits and routines." he finishes with a hint of concern, but determination.
★ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
the lunch hour was lively as ever―students at their tables with food, laughing with friends and the clutter of utensils clicking together. the usual chaos during lunch hours after a long class.
and somehow...you're still asleep during it all. you found a secluded table for one person at the end of the cafeteria, it's cramped but you didn't mind. you actually found it comfortable, laying your head against your arms with your papers scattered across the table and your empty lunch trey forgotten.
leona kept glancing at you during his meal, ruggie mindlessly stealing bits of his food when he wasn't looking to get his attention. but when he didn't even react when he snatched the piece of meat straight off his fork, ruggie scrunched his nose.
ruggie wasn't fully sure why leona cares so much about you peacefully sleeping until he notices a duo of boys messing with you. tugging the pencil out of your hand, poking your face and pulling your hair gently as they giggle.
who messes with someone while asleep? that's just pathetic.
seeing this, leona stood up without hesitation, legs taking him to the direction when he barks at the two other students to scram. the housewarden watches the two scurry away, dropping your pencil and hair and running back to wherever they crawled in from.
then he looks back at you― neutral face, hands in pocketa, but his mind was telling him to do something. emerald eyes stare down at you with a glare, taking the full scene up close. the noise, the constant poking to awake you, and your fast asleep.
body limp and breathing slowly, like you've been lacking sleep for years. he notices the papers, he knows the exact class your studying for and he clicks his tongue.
but he doesn't leave. instead, he approached you―slow and unbothered―as he took a seat to the empty spot close by to watch you.
you look... exhausted. completely worn out by the amount of work and stress. dead to the world. leona pushes the papers to one messy pile, just far enough for him to lift your head and rest it against his bicep.
for anyone walking by they would ask why leona is doing this, but it's an easy question actually.
so easy, he gets ticked off when he can't answer.
something in him just snaps and he lets his body so the rest.
he doesn't leave until you wake yourself up or if lunch ends and he has to wake you to drag your butt to somewhere more comfortable.
what? you were already asleep, what's missing a bit of class more? if you fall back asleep on him, he just falls asleep with you.
★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO FT JADE & FLOYD
he took one good look at you, and sighed disappointed. you would think he is far too busy to notice, and he is, but it's hard not to notice a human being laying flat across the booth in his own restaurant.
you're fast asleep, in the quiet atmosphere of the mostro lounge. at first, azul didn't believe floyd when the twins waltzed in his office saying a familiar shrimpy was dead asleep on the booth.
"...the prefect?"
"indeed," jade nods, standing beside his brother whose arms are lazily resting behind his head. "they seem to have taken the term, "make yourself at home" a bit too seriously. it is a cute sight, actually~ would you like to have a look"
"whatever gets you two off my tentacle..." adjusting his glasses, azul stood to his feet, black shoes clicked against the floor of the lounge as he followed the tweels.
which leads him to the present, adjusting his glasses with a spectacle look. his eyes scan your sleeping figure with jade and floyd behind the couch.
floyd has a sharp, teasy grin on his lips while jade smiles softly yet chilling down at you, like the easy prey for a meal. "hehe~ see, azul. she's knocked out~" floyd awes, poking your cheek as you squirm in your sleep.
"i see," the boss sighs when he gets a good look at you. curled up in the booth, head resting against your arm like a pillow with your other hanging over the edge. your school bag sits nearby, empty and clean―a empty plate and cup displayed on the table like he's been there for hours.
just how long have you been studying? and when did you fall asleep?
all the questions running through azuls mind as he priced together the puzzle. you weren't just asleep, you were crashed. exhausted, dead to the world around you. living a happy life in dream-land.
"what shall we do with her?" jade suddenly asks, his voice hushed as floyd stops bothering you and instead just watches you sleep.
azul thought, adjusted his hat and cleared his throat. "leave her, for how. get ready one of our guest rooms, she'll be sleeping over tonight."
floyd giggles happily at azul's words, "sleepover with the little shrimp? i call dibs tucking her in~"
"no one is taking any "dibs" on anything!" the mage sighs softly, careful not to awaken you. he removes his jacket, jade and floyd raises a brow when he drapes the fabric over you. his smell clings to it like glue―ink and sea salt―taking an extra moment to make sure it won't fall off.
"well," jade smiles widely yet calmly at the sight, "you seem to have a soft spot for the prefect?" it was a joke, but azul didn't laugh.
"hardly," azul lingers his fingers over your shoulders before pulling away, "just making sure she's comfortable. the couch isn't the best place for a good night's rest. clean up her area, and get the room ready, i'll watch over her."
if it wasn't for jade to pull his twin brother away, azul would have risked awaking you with floyd's whines. gently, he shifts your books and papers to one organised pile at the edge of the table, leaning over to place your loose papers and pencils back in your backpack.
once you've settled, he sits beside you, hands resting at his lap while he watches you. there's a pause before he mummered, "pushing yourself beyond limits is poor judgment," he sighs, "even i recognize the importance of rest."
you adjust in your sleep, eyes still shut and your features calm as you move to rest your read higher. azul pauses, before malonh the decision to take you to the guest room. gently, he took you in his arms―despite being a tad bit on the slender side, holding you close to his chest wasn't a hassle.
his heels click down the hall like it's a business matter, upon reaching the room jade and floyd are already watching their boss carry you to the clean beds, sheets soft and blankets warm, placing you under and pulling away.
"next time," he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "come to me, i'll handle things from there."
even though you can't hear him, he still whispers. maybe somewhere in your dream, his voice can find its way in.
he takes his jacket back, resting it upon his shoulders he stands to his feet.
"rest well, yuu."
★ KALIM AL-ASIM
this party isn't one of kalims big ones―no overwhelming crowds, no loud music or blinding lights as usual―just a few students from his dorm, a few from others, and jamil. it's still lively, students singing and dancing to any music, snacking on food and sipping on drinks.
music drifts, laughter bubbles, and the warm light from lanterns makes everything feel comfortable and calm.
maybe too comfortable, but is there ever a thing called being "too comfortable"? apparently yes, because you're in the corner of the lounge, sitting on a single bean bag chair with your books and papers on your lap. head resting against the wall as you were fast asleep, pillows half-hidden behind you, your drink loose in your hand on the floor, your body slumped in a way that makes it look like you passed out.
you didn't mean to fall asleep, you just did. touw body betraying you with all those restless nights and late-nignt study sessions.
kalim spots you fast, you were caught in the corner of his eye mid-conversation with another. for a moment, he just stares, adjusting to the sunlight beaming across the floors, like he needs a moment on what he's staring at.
then he suddenly gasps, fearing for the worst he ditches the conversation he was in and rushed to your side, weaving through people surprisingly quickly with a shimmer of worry in his eyes. he's darting at the drink and your unconscious body, crouching to your level he hesitantly holds your arms.
"hey―yuu! can you hear me, are you okay?? yuu?"
he gives you a small shake.
nothing. not even a groan.
you're out cold.
kalim freezes, pupils wide and chest heavy. was there too much kick in the drink? jamil added just the right amount, maybe you grabbed the extra strong drink by accident?
with all these thoughts running through his mind, he suddenly sees all the papers and pens pool around you, like you've made your own oasis of school work.
blinking once, twice, kalim realizes your just asleep. your breath soft and grounding. "oh...oh, my sevens, your just sleeping."
a huge wave of relief hits him, exhaling loudly he clamps his chest happily. kalim lets out a soft laugh, shoulders relaxing after this moment of panic.
"you must have been really tired, huh?" he chuckled, eyeing all the paper around you. that's when he remembers the party―the loud noises, people laughing and singing―now that he actually listens, it's too loud.
too loud, you might wake up. he doesn't want that to happen, so the housewarden suddenly claps his hands to gain the attention of the party, asking politely to keep the noise down for the rest of the evening.
students stare confused, but jamil repeats kalim's request.
"much better," kalim whispers, carefully taking the cup out of your hand and placing it far from you, not to knock it over in your sleep. then, he adjusts the pillows around you, letting your head rest against one he helps you adjust your figure.
"ah, there we go! much more comfortable!"
he finds a soft, small blanket in the middle of the pillows, draping it across your body like a second skin, making sure it covers you just enough.
"you work too hard, yuu..." kalim suddenly whispers when he takes a pause to look at you. hair messy, drool over your lip and breathing slow. he sits cross-legged across from you, just enough to rest his chin on his hand.
"night, yuu!!" he giggles to himself, knowing you probably can't hear him. but the sudden twitch on your lips states otherwise.
if someone gets too loud, he glares at whoever is making the noise and shushes them. he gets jamil to prep you tea and food for when you wake up, also requesting a second blanket.
when the party ends, jamil finds you and kalim both asleep at each other's sides with the tea and food on a tray in his hands. the vice-housewarden simply sighs and lets you both sleep for a little longer before waking you up.
★ VIL SCHOENHEIT FT. ROOK HUNT
pomefiore's lounge is pristine. every surface is polished, every wall is detailed, and the environment no one can ever call a flaw―especially during the evening. curtains a bold purple, lights dim and the atmosphere soft and quiet.
you're fast asleep on one of the long couches after, you assumed, all the students called it a night.
until rook hunt found you, unbeknownst to you, obviously. he pauses mid-step, eyes lingering over your figure like you're a painting as he takes in the scene.
your laying on your side, not elegantly―just there. fast asleep, surrounded by scattered notes and papers, a book half-opened and your pen loose between your fingers. arm hanging over the edge of the cushion, the hunter simply smiles.
your head rests against the cushions like a comfortable pillow, legs curled just enough to take up the whole couch like you simply ran out of energy.
rook crouches slightly, his hat tilting with him as he hums lightly. "oh non, trickster...to be claimed by sleep so completely, even in such an unbecoming position."
he thinks for a moment, "you must have fought it long and hard to find yourself in this predicament, oui?"
there's only one person in the whole dorm who can figure out what to do, so rook leaves you for a few moments and returns with none othwr then,
"so she's, asleep?"
"oui! i presumed you, roi du poison, has an idea what to do with our dear, exhausted trickster?" the hunter smiles as he walks side by side with the housewarden down the halls and back to the lounge.
don't mock her, rook.
"honestly, rook, if this is one of your dramatics again―"
suddenly, his eyes land on you. a pair of velvet and emerald eyes stare down at you like a wild animal and decide to call the pomefiore lounge its bed for the evening.
your position was adjusted slightly, your head now fully off the edge and your arm dangles mid-air. vil immediately kisses his teeth, "how on earth does one find this position comfortable? rook, move her legs back onto the cushions."
"oui!"
vil and rook each take your limbs and position you back onto the couch, the housewarden gently takes your neck and shoulders to rest on one side and brushes your hair behind your neck.
"unacceptable! not only is she not a member of pomefiore, she insists on sleeping on the couch like she owns the dorm?"
"roi du poison, has it occurred you she may just be too tired? look at her hair," rook states in a hushed time, combing his gloved fingers through your greasy hair.
"stress affects the skin and hair, too much of it can damage your body." as rook examines you, vil notices your body twitch but does not wake up. he sighs, heels clicking against the floors to clean the papers.
"if that is the case," he resumes, "pushing herself until she collapses like this is highly inefficient. true beauty requires proper rest, but right now she's an ugly mess."
"then we shall let her sleep until she awakens!" rook beams, already fluffing up a blanket to drape over you. before vil even could ask where he got the blanket, it was already comfortably on top of you.
once you've settled, vil sighs and stares at you while rook makes his exit. his fingers curl under your chin to get a good look at you, "don't neglect yourself like this, darling...it's not good for you or your body."
he ends up staying with you for a little longer before returning to his room, leaving a hand lingering against your skin as he straightens.
"we will be discussing your sleeping habits next thing tomorrow...for now," vil tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "sleep well, prefect~ rook will be here when you awake."
★ IDIA SHROUD
ignihyde lounge was dimly lit by the blue screens that illuminated the room and the small flicker of computers. it was quiet, almost too quiet. the faint humming from a certain housewarden filled the silence.
it wasn't like idia wanted to step outside of the comfort of his room.. during these hours―the clocks read three am on the dot and idia was in desperate need of a midnight snack. he was mumbling under his breath about what he should order until he felt the presence of another.
his eyes squint on the couch in the middle of the lounge, seeing the hair of a familiar person. he steps closer, carefully, already alarmed and ready to activate the intruder alarms if necessary.
how could anyone just waltz into the ignihyde dorm undetected. does idia have to tweak with the security again? ugh, he wishes he doesn't and his eyes are playing tricks on him.
idia finally reaches the couch, blue hair peaks over to spot―
"yuu?" he whispered loudly, covering lips immediately after with his hands and ducks behind the couch again.
"what is the prefect doing at ignihyde? did ortho let them in without tel-wait a a minute―why are they still here?! it's past midnight!!? pause...was she?"
he blinks, peaking out once more to look at you again. fast asleep, on the couch, papers and pens scattered across the table and floor. idia looks around at the empty lounge, then back at you.
your breathing is steady, arms dangling off the couch and your legs curled comfortably to your chest. he blinks, hair flickering, "is that... comfortable?"
another pause.
"well...this is awkward." but as awkward as he is, something inside idia shifts the longer he looks at you.
your not just asleep, your crashed. like a video game on its last level done. he can tell just by the way your positioned and snoring. your grip on your pen loose and papers mixed together like you fought back even the thought of sleep.
"damn... you must've been grinding hard to manage a sleep like this..."
wait a minute, UGH AM I BEING A WEIRDO? STARING AT THE PREFECT WHILE SHE'S ASLEEP?? awh, man i hate this!
idia fumbles with his fingers, the thought of a midnight far from his mind as he thought about what to do. his hands hover and pull back just to hover over you again.
"ugh, what do norms do in a situation like this? just take me now!...but i can't leave her like this..."
oh, poor idia. he carefully leans over to pull you back to rest properly against the couch as you snort and he panics, letting you go limp against the cushions again but at least your laying on your back.
"ok...step one, done." he mumbles to himself as he circles around the couch to fully face you. he takes the papers and pens acarrer across the table and places them back in your back, silently apologizing over and over for touching your stuff.
now he stares at the blanket close by, sighing heavily he grabs it and gently drapes it over you, like you're a delicate piece of technology worth trillions of thaumarks.
"you...really trust this place enough to crash here?...huh, werido."
idia, please, let the girl sleep.
he steps back on his heels and hugs himself, unsure what to do now. does he still order take out? he feels obligated to get your something when you wake up, maybe a easy breakfast?
he simply sighs, pulling out his tablet before taking on the final look at you. curled up in his dorm blanket, body relaxed and posture now straight.
"...you owe me, big-time." and walks off, shutting off all the bright lights with a single click of his tablet.
don't be alarmed when you see ortho in your face the next morning with breakfast, happily saying idia ordered or for you. he will deny it to his core.
★ MALLEUS DRACONIA
rain taps lightly against the stone ceiling of the garden arbor your sitting against, head leaning against the railing and your book forgotten on your lap. backpack leaning against your side like a small blanket, the sound of the rain soothing you to slumber.
the sun was still out, but it was softly spitting―it's an odd sight seeing someone fast asleep in this weather. however, a certain dragon heir was the only one to witness such a scene.
"... child of man?" his deep voice rumbles over the pitter patter of the rain, arms folded with a hand hovering over his cheek as he stares at you. eyes wide and lips dropped to a small pout, like he's more curious than concerned.
you don't answer, he's just greeted with a soft snore and he simply laughs. he notices your backpack and paper, untouched and prepped on your lap.
"so, this is where you've hidden yourself?" he mused, stepping closer to your sleeping figure. there's no rush in his movements, he is calm and gentle.
you haven't stirred when he reaches you, not even a mumble. that's when he realizes the scenario. you aren't simply "taking a nap" you're exhausted from head to toe. he can sense it, just by staring at you.
"you must have overworked yourself again, dear child..." his voice hushed instinctively, looking back at the empty courtyard and back at you, "to fall asleep in such positions."
a hand hovers over your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as he trails down and takes your papers from your lap and sets them aside, allowing himself to sit beside you.
and as if on command, he notices your body leaning back, about to fall backwards to the ground. he catches you with a sharp gasp, your figure falling back to his lap. your head against his thighs, arms curled under your chin as your still asleep.
how on earth―
malleus chuckles after a few moments, fingers combing through the hair to calm himself. "what a curious human you are,"
he pauses, smiling softly still strong lovingly down at you
"very well," he whispers, "i shall stay with you until you waken..."
no one bothers.
no one dares too.
only lilia, who came searching for the heir of briar valley when sebek nor silver could find him and cooed at the sight. they both now, stayed with you until you woke up from what you can call the best sleep of your life.
And such a horrible, bloody, awful war it had been.
Michael found himself looking at intel about Lucifer and the others acclimating to life in the Devildom. The intel was cursory, but the pictures were evidence enough; They were living well.
He exhales a soft, tired breath. One he didn't know he was holding.
His brothers left. They abandoned everything to protect Lilith. She was a dreamer, a lover, but.. She also flew in the face of everything they'd ever worked to accomplish. Her meddling with the life of a human crossed a line. Michael didn't like it either, but he kept order.
He'd long-since forgiven his brothers for their actions. All that sat left in his chest was an overwhelming sense of.. Comfort.
They looked like they were eating well. Those were the faces he remembered.. Just a little different.
For so long, he thought he should think them dead. Like they could never return. He mourned them as though they were dead for so long, alongside Lilith..
But they weren't dead.
The tears overwhelm him. Staring at the pictures in front of him, he realizes they're still alive, still out there, just.. Different.
Different isn't so bad..
Different isn't dead.
He is consumed by grief as an overwhelming sensation fills his body..
Love.
And with it, the overwhelming yearning he spent so long tempering and keeping in check.. A lust to be by their sides again. He needs his family. He wants his family. The halls and streets and gardens aren't the same without them.
And here they are, living good lives without him. Somewhere he cannot go.
It consumes him, and he cannot stop the tears. Overwhelming love and yearning swirling in his chest. Old wounds stirring from conflicts he already knows the outcome of.
He has to be a leader. He can't be consumed by this kind of feeling. He has to sever himself from this. He has to push this down where it can't-
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a faint gasp of a tiny breath.
A child, born of love. Or was it lust..?
Michael doesn't know. He just quietly picks him up and wraps him in a blanket, trying to recompose himself.
Maybe this child can carry the feelings he cannot let himself feel.
There are some things Diavolo can't or rather, shouldn't say to you.
One being the many times you've avoided death. There's a reason he invited you to lunch that afternoon instead of allowing you the pleasure of ingesting your hastily packed meal. And while he isn't one to brag, this would make the...fourth unsuccessful attempt at the unauthorized use of your soul through undisclosed means this month? Granted, you may've noticed or heard rumors of certain demons going missing off or around the RAD campus. You may also notice Barbatos being a part of those rumors. He hopes your inquisitive nature doesn't cause you to dig too deeply into the matter. As always, such things are nothing to concern yourself over.
The other being, well, how should he put this? Naturally, he wants your stay in his realm to be as pleasant as possible, yet humans, despite their moxie, are not mentally fortified for some of the...unique creatures that roam the Devildom. Demons are scary, yes, but there are worse. And while he tries his best to have you avoid them, said creatures are especially attracted to humans.
It's why he consistently danced around the question of allowing you to stay the night. The Demon Lord's castle is only his in name, yet some things, despite various attempts to rid them, still prowl its halls. They enjoy the shadows. Await in cracks and corners. The gardens are especially troublesome. The being that lurks within the hedge mazes avoids detection and has yet to be caught. They've also yet to identify the thing that appears in mirrors and steals one's reflection, as Asmodeus learned the hard way.
It's also why, for the past few nights, he hasn't allowed you to sleep beside him without holding you in his arms. Conveniently, you find the act romantic more than the extra protective measure that it is. They like to stand on your side of the bed the most.
Unfortunately, this means you'll have to sleep at the House of Lamentation for a few nights, at least until this issue is resolved. He can't have you waking out of your sleep to such things, nor being eaten alive.
Leona invites Trey to play pool with him at Playfulland, with Trey not scoring a single point during their first match. Leona offers to give him a handicap and teaches him about “safeties,” and while Trey does start scoring points in the second round he still loses 87 to 33. Trey says, “I guess I'll have to up my game, if I wanna be decent competition for you next time.” (Leona: “Next time? After you got dragged along for someone else's entertainment and summarily stomped? You must be a glutton for punishment.”)
During the NBC event Trey says that Leona’s clothes suit him so well it was a little scary (Vil: “…your words, not mine”), and Leona sends Barrel to offer a dirty lollipop to Trey and Riddle (Trey: “Could you please not redirect unruly children at us?!”).
It is also during the NBC event that Trey finds himself in a group with the unhappy pair of Leona and Malleus, who decide to have him settle argument by decided which of them is correct.
Trey asks them to not use him as an intermediary for their arguments, and after Leona walks away Trey takes Malleus’ side (Malleus: “I'm glad you appreciate my reasoning, Clover”).
When he is next alone with Leona, however, Trey adapts in order to please him, agreeing when Leona says that Malleus’ approach is crude.
Leona then reveals that Malleus has been listening, and is not pleased that Trey would try to “curry favor” with them both.
Leona tell Malleus, “That's the kinda guy he is…the world's got no shortage of people who lie through their teeth. They're the worst kind of people. You gotta watch out for them (Malleus: “Indeed. So I have learned”).
Trey insists, “I just...thought it'd be nice if you two could get along a little better…” and Malleus and Leona assure him that the biggest unifier of all is a common enemy (Trey: “You...don't mean me, right? Right…?”)
Malleus then excuses himself (I'll go after Clover. I believe he and I have.... much to discuss”), leaving Leona alone. Leona responds, “Just tell Trey that once we get back, I wanna have a word with him too.”
In Book 7 Cater blames himself for not doing more to help Trey with Riddle (Leona: “Don't flatter yourself”), and Leona wonders at the content of Trey’s dream: Even in his wish-fulfillment dream, someone else stepped in and solved his problems for him. It makes no sense to me.”
After taking out the Ace and Deuce of Trey’s dream Leona leaves dream-Cater and dream-Riddle to Trey himself, saying, “You owe me.” (Trey: “Haha. That's a little ominous. But thanks all the same.”)
Leona is collared in Riddle’s dream and he immediately orders Trey to overwrite the magic, resulting in Trey getting collared himself (Leona: “I had a feeling.” - Trey: “Did you just use me to test it out?!” Leona - “You think I'd accept being the only guy wearing this dorky collar?”)
After Riddle is swallowed by the abyss of his dream Trey begins to panic, and Leona reassures him with, "(Riddle is) capable of handling whatever wild stuff may or may not get thrown his way," calling Trey an over-protective parent. Cater responds, "Leona's got your number, Trey," and Trey says, "As a Heartslabyul student, I'm proud to hear Leona give Riddle the credit he deserves."
synopsis.: being the only one who truly understands dazai practically guarantees he’s doomed to love you and vice versa ♡ og req here
pairing.: dazai osamu x gn!reader
cw.: sfw, no established relationship, fluff, confession, perhaps a more feminine reader but overall it’s gender neutral, kinda bittersweet, very introspective, reader is extremely similar to dazai
wc.: 2.1k
۶ৎ note.: i strongly urge you to go read the original request to understand what this fanfiction is about, but of course you don’t have to! i think it’s quite clear even without reading it, but just in case you want some extra clarity (see what i did there? i am so funny, i know) also, i am actually quite proud of how this turned out :) i hope you guys like it
you are used to it by now. his constant flirting, i mean. perhaps a little too used to it.
you remember the day dazai first approached you. mindlessly complimenting you. it was right after his entrance exam, when he first started working with the agency.
for some reason, you stood out to him then—and still do. of course, you were skeptical at first, like everyone else. after all, a man wrapped in bandages who seemed to have never existed before the age of twenty is… unusual, to say the least.
yet you never questioned his motives. never made him feel any less worthy, despite knowing nothing of his past. dazai appreciated that, but at the time, he couldn’t decide if you were simply naive for trusting him so easily or if you had figured him out from the start.
even today, he still has no clue how someone could ever understand him.
but you somehow do. and that unsettles him. so much that he actually has to pause when he talks to you sometimes, to keep him from spilling every dark secret or morbid thought that consumes his filthy mind.
and while he knows his charm has zero effect on you, it’s easier for him to talk to you like that—focusing on making you blush instead of giving you even the smallest chance to read him. even if he can’t help but rely on your understanding every so often. though he would never admit that.
dazai leans against your desk this afternoon with deliberate casualness, his sleeves pushed back as usual and allowing you to gaze at the bandages peeking from underneath.
sunlight filters through the tall windows of the agency, small flakes of dust visible, floating above the paperwork and half-finished reports.
you are reviewing and correcting a file, your posture relaxed but attentive, brows faintly drawn in concentration.
“you know,” he muses after a moment, voice light with idle curiosity, “most people become flustered when they realize someone is flirting with them.”
your pen keeps moving across the page, the sound deliberately drowning him out, as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
“it’s quite impressive, actually,” he adds, watching you rather than the report in your hands and letting the words hang in the air, “that you can ignore it so calmly.”
you still do not look up, but for half a second, your pen wavers. just a fraction. then it continues again, steadier than before.
“i’m simply choosing not to encourage bad habits,” you reply evenly.
dazai smiles. of course you would say something like that.
most people react to his flirting predictably. they laugh, grow flustered, sometimes encourage it without realizing they are doing so. it is easy to navigate those reactions, easy to steer them wherever he pleases.
but you simply… decline the premise. he rarely gets rejected, although he isn’t sure if you’re really rejecting him. your words and actions are just as mystifying as his own.
truthfully, it would be easier if you just mocked him outright. at least then he would nervously laugh it off and retreat behind the usual dramatic theatrics.
instead, you treat his advances like a puzzle you have already solved—interesting once, but hardly worth solving again.
you’re making it hard for him to know if you actually despise him, even though from another perspective it might look like you do.
but simple-minded people don’t know you like he does. they don’t realize how much thought you put into each word that leaves your mouth.
so he keeps trying anyway, not sure what he’s hoping for.
“bad habits? so you see my affection for you as a nuisance rather than something that could blossom into something beautiful?” dazai says, speaking in riddles and allegories once again. “where has your sense of romance gone?”
you turn another page in your report. “if it were genuine affection,” you say calmly, “you wouldn’t hide it behind a joke.”
the answer lands more precisely than you likely intended, and for a brief moment, dazai’s smile thins.
ah.
so that’s how it is.
you aren’t oblivious to his advances, and you certainly aren’t immune to them. you’re ignoring them on purpose. you’re waiting. waiting for something that dazai knows he struggles with the most: being honest about his feelings.
the realization settles somewhere beneath his ribs with a heavy weight.
of course you would want something direct. you of all people would never accept half-truths wrapped in humor or laced with innuendo. unfortunately, that was exactly the kind of thing dazai osamu specializes in.
his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he pushes himself away from the desk with an easy stretch.
“ah well,” he says lightly, hands slipping back into his pockets. “perhaps i’ll improve my habits someday.”
you hum in vague acknowledgment, already absorbed in your work again. however, you can’t help but follow him with your gaze once he starts walking away from you. the distance feels wrong and a pang of guilt washes over you.
later, the office hums with its usual rhythm, paperwork being shuffled around, kunikida lecturing a familiar brunette, and ranpo’s candy wrappers flying around.
the floorboards creak as someone moves between the desks, and atsushi suddenly appears beside you, holding a report that he very clearly needs help with.
from near the window, where kunikida is currently pulling on dazai’s collar and berating him over something trivial once again, he can see it clearly—the soft look in your eyes at atsushi’s clumsiness and his nervous yet stupidly gentle demeanor.
he isn’t sure why you always carry this look whenever you interact with atsushi. it’s tender, warm, filled with an almost endless patience. he wonders what it would take for you to look at him like this, just once. the thought lingers longer than he’d like it to.
but then again, how could you? dazai is nothing like atsushi. he doesn't possess that same gentleness, and he certainly has no desire to pretend he does. after all, what use would your love be if it’s directed at a persona he copies instead of his true self?
what even is his true self? that’s something not even dazai himself can answer properly and neither can you. not really, at least. he fears nobody can.
from time to time he wonders if you can see through his carefully crafted façade and decode the thoughts he tries so hard to hide. he has a hunch you can, though only sometimes.
those rare moments are the closest anyone has ever come to understanding him. so he can’t help but want to keep you close, desperately hoping you might help him understand himself a little better.
and perhaps that’s absolutely, disgustingly selfish of him. and perhaps it’s not true love. he’s not sure he’s ever felt true love before, for god’s sake. but from what he knows, you seem to be giving him a feeling uncannily close to it.
so he doesn’t care if he’s selfish for craving your existence every second of the day.
once atsushi returns to his desk, you focus on your own work again. you can practically feel dazai’s gaze lingering on you.
and while you know he definitely has a soft spot for you, you don’t want to risk getting vulnerable with him, not when you don’t know how deep it truly goes.
however, it is quite amusing knowing he feels just a tiny surge of jealousy.
you know dazai isn’t jealous in the sharp, possessive sense that would cause him to intervene, but you hope it at least makes him think about his feelings for you.
because at the end of the day, you’re ready and only waiting for him to be ready too.
the night shift drapes the agency in a different atmosphere altogether. the city outside is reduced to distant traffic and a muted glow, the windows reflecting more interior than exterior now. the overhead lights are dimmed, casting the office in a warm shade of amber.
you look over only to see dazai lying on the couch, a book open in his hands. he hasn’t turned the page in several minutes. you two are the only ones left in the office.
“you’re being awfully quiet,” you say, stopping just a few steps in front of him.
eventually dazai lowers the book covering his face, but he doesn't look up immediately. “why, do you miss being blessed by my oh so delightful voice?” he muses, sitting up straight.
seeing that his poor attempt at a joke doesn’t get a reaction out of you, he exhales faintly, the breath almost sounding like a laugh. he pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit down beside him.
the cushioning of the couch dips slightly once you sit down, and for a moment neither of you speak. the air feels heavier all of a sudden, the urge to fill the silence growing stronger with each second that passes.
you turn your upper body toward him, only to catch him looking at you already. the way he studies you so carefully steals your breath away, and for just a split second dazai earns the privilege of witnessing your soft gaze.
though it disappears quickly, as if you’re reserving that look for someone else. someone that’s not quite him.
“you know, they say the eyes are the window to the soul,” dazai begins, a fragile smile adorning his lips as he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“your soul is the prettiest i’ve ever seen. but i wonder—what do i have to do, so that i can always admire it instead of you only allowing me glimpses of it?” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
you lean into his touch without meaning to, furrowing your brows in frustration at his words. they are confusing, a tangled mess hard to decipher. it’s irritating you.
but before you can say anything else, dazai lets out a knowing chuckle. he knows what you want; he just loves teasing you too much to give it to you so easily.
“what i mean to say is… i love you, bella,” dazai says, his words simple and unadorned. “i love you.” a truth spoken out loud and directly for the first time ever since you've known each other.
you stare at him, searching his gaze for anything—anything that could stir a hint of uncertainty within you, but there is no mischief, no doubt. only something frighteningly sincere.
your heart begins to flutter and you exhale shakily, releasing a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. the tension in your muscles slowly fades, and your whole body suddenly feels light.
relief settles over you as you give him a warm smile. “i love you too, dazai,” you say, covering his hand that has moved to cup your cheek with your own.
“i almost thought you’d never say it,” you add in a lighthearted tone, letting out a small laugh. but dazai doesn’t laugh along with you. instead he remains silent, his smile faltering just a little.
“i thought i didn’t deserve you or your love. i still think i don’t deserve any of it. especially not when there are people who can offer you something far less complicated,” he says, his voice low but steady.
your brows draw together and you gently take his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. “who says i want less complicated?” you say, pausing briefly.
it’s true, dazai is a complicated person and you’re certain this isn’t going to be easy with him. but then again, you’re complicated, too. you’ve made terrible mistakes, too. you’re tainted for life, too. yet dazai still finds beauty within your tarnished being.
“no one’s perfect, dazai. myself included. if i were, my heart probably wouldn’t ache for you,” you whisper softly, leaning in to wrap your arms around him and draw him in for a hug.
“i love you. no matter how much you think you don’t deserve any of this, i think you do and nothing is going to change that. so let’s just… cherish whatever this is between us.” your lips occasionally graze the tender skin of his neck as you bury your face in it, simply relishing in his embrace.
you hear dazai swallow thickly, and he reluctantly returns the hug, resting his chin atop your head. your comforting warmth seeps through his clothes and the bandages that cling to his skin. it calms his racing mind, especially paired with your soothing scent.
“of course, you’re right,” dazai whispers, wondering how long this relationship will last. he hopes it lasts forever, until both of your grounding heartbeats grow eerily still. but that’s probably just wishful thinking. maybe. who knows?
note.: PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU CHANGE YOUR USERNAME, I WAS HELLA CONFUSED omg (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
