#demon school

[olberic]

GO MY SYLVIAS

[beauti]

iruma suzuki ( demon school ) renders ⭑

[yurokiku]

Kiss🐱

[sketchyjaybird]

Azz Azz! This was a present for a friend that I made a while back. I love Welcome to Demon School, it's just such a fun show. And Azz's friendship with Iruma and Clara just makes me openly weep.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Naberius Kalego - "Parent Teacher Meeting"

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SHORT!

In which it's time for the first ever tri-monthly parent teacher meeting at Babylis and a certain teacher of the misfit class is all too happy to inform his students' parents of their performance. Or; In which Naberius Kalego's meets, Suzuki [Name], the biological father of Suzuki Iruma for the first time.

In this; Iruma's cannonical parents will instead be his biological mother and his step-father. Let's just say they have week on week off custody and Iruma never told him anything about the jobs he had to do. Reader has dark blue hair, like evil iruma, in this.

                                                                                                   

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"It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Naberius; I hope my little iruma hasn't given you too much trouble."

The dark blue haired man, who looked strikingly similar to a certain troublemaking human demon, introduced himself as he gently shook Kalego's hand.

The two of them then sat down, [Name] at a chair pulled up in front of purple haired demon's deak and Kalego in the chair behind it. The demon sighed as he flipped open the student file that had been sitting on his desk since the last parent left.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I baked you and the rest of the staff some muffins; I felt that you were deserving of a reward for your hard work do here."

The saphire blue haired human gives a dazzling close eyed smile to Kalego as they present him a tupperware container full of muffins.

"Ah.... Well I— thank you Mr. Suzuki..."

The purplette, caught off guard, mutters as he gingerly takes the container into his hands and sets it off to the side on his desk before continuing on and getting to the point.

"We certainly have a lot to speak about regarding your spawn; that child is a troublemaker. First it was that forbidden spell at the orientation ceremony, then it was the fight with Asmodeus in the courtyard, then he caused a ruckus at the familiar summoning ceremony, then he stole from the shop tent in the cafeteria; and that's not even everything he did in the first week!"

Kalego growled through gritted teeth, his voice raising in volume with each word he spoke.

[Name] blinked in confusion, then slowly his eyes began to narrow. The aura he was putting out was dark and ominous as he tightly gripped the edge of the demon's desk, the wood beginning to splinter under the pressure. It made even Kalego, a member of the Naberius clan, flinch a bit.

"You're telling me.... Iruma stole? I taught him better than that! He's so in for it when I get back home—! Ah... Oh dear, I've gone and damaged your desk, please do forgive me Mr. Naberius, I have an awful temper."

The Saphire blue haired man quickly willed away his menacing aura and examined the desk, fretting over the damage he caused.

Kalego sweat dropped; of all things to be angry about, you zone in on the theft part? This was the Suzuki boy's father? He could see the similarities, sure, but they were just so.... different.

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[thatgirlyourejected]

Yandere Opera x ex girlfriend reader. Prompt 2

You live like this? Clearly you need me to take care of you.

Trigger warning, smoking, depressing themes, yandere themes, abuse, homelessness, kissing, bondage, mentions of sex.

You lazily took a drag from your cigarette, inhaling the bitter tobacco; let it fill your lungs, infesting them, tainting them. With a puff a ring of rose, releasing the addictive substance into bitter morning air. You rest your upper body against your veranda, a small consolation attached to your otherwise decrepit apartment.

Things hadn’t been going smooth for you, your bloodline magic weaker compared to the rest of your siblings; not a good thing considering how traditional your family was, “only the strong survive.” You could hear your mothers voice echo with the taunts of your siblings. They were merciful enough to kick you out after graduation, rather than follow up on the promise of killing you. Things spiraled from there, with no friends or support so to speak, it was hard finding shelter, with little to no money there was a bit of time you were on the streets. Sneers of disgust at your grimy appearance we’re plentiful. Finding a job was equally as challenging, and you weren’t about to prostitute yourself, you still had your pride as a demon. So you scrounged, clawed, fought… and finally you found where you fit; a small time job working at an ice cream stand at an amusement park, newly hiring employees after it was demolished by a freak accident. It was small change but it was enough to live.

If you had to say anyone would’ve been on your side, it would be your ex Opera… well not really, you were just childhood sweethearts, things changed and you lost contact with him. What can you say that’s life, demons come and go.

You sigh heavily, flicking you cigarette. The past month had been odd, ever since you settled in to your apartment you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. Thing moved, or disappeared all together; you tried writing it off as being forgetful, or just because of how messy the apartment was, but it was hard with how frequent it’s becoming.

The apartment was one room, you had a small cot, at the center, the kitchen consisted of a small folding table, a microwave, and a mini fridge, the bathroom was hidden by a curtain, leaving little privacy. Most of your thing were strew about in no particular order, seeing as you had nowhere to store them, clothing was folded next to the cot, under the cot was your essentials, laundry was piled high next to the toilet, the kitchen was filled with boxes of dried food, cutlery and dished stacked under the sink counter. With how mall the room was it left barely a path to leave.

Too deep in your thoughts you were startled feeling arms wrapping around your waist, kisses were planted on you neck, with a familiar purr. “Opera?” You recognized his scent, his purr. “You live like this?” He murmured. I hummed, “not much of a choice.” His arms tightened, “clearly you need me to take care of you.” He growled. I shook him off, “what do you mean? I’m doing the best I can?” I whispered, avoiding his piercing gaze. “Marry me.” It wasn’t a question.

You wished things hadn’t been so rushed, you wished you never agreed, but a part of you loved him and hated him. He was never around, and your resentment grew. You tried to leave, but every time ended with punishment that left you delirious with pleasure, sometimes you were left chained to the bed for days. If only you hadn’t be so desperate for a happy ending.