Summary: You just decided to make fun of them.
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts x reader, Leona Kingscholar x reader, Kalim Al Asim x reader, Malleus Draconia x reader.
WC: 350
CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language.
A/N: In fact, this headcanon was written earlier than the Lilia version :D
Riddle Rosehearts:
He straightens up abruptly. He already has an even posture, but now he can be used instead of a ruler.
He turns to you… And, whoops, do you look unhappy? Why? You haven't seen each other for a while because of the exams, is that really why?
He's in no hurry to say anything because: a) you'll tell him the reason yourself; b) he's having a system reboot, wait a couple of seconds.
Unfortunately, you're a lousy actor, so you're getting out of character sooner.
He's not happy with the prank, but at the same time he's glad that everything is okay.
You've unblocked his memory of how his mother used to address his father in the same way.
Leona Kingscholar:
He didn't even flinch.
And he didn't open his eyes.
And the tail… But no, wait a second, the tail stopped twitching.
"What?"
Wow, he didn't ignore you! Although, to be honest, he definitely suspects that this is your next joke. Let's just say it's a safety net in case you're really unhappy about something.
Which is not new. You're dating none other than Leona.
When you deflate and mumble "nothing", Leona just smirks and wraps his tail around your arm.
The fluffy tip slaps your skin, as if comforting you that it will turn out better next time.
A very ironic consolation, invented solely by you and your imagination.
Kalim Al Asim:
"Yeah?"
He smiles like he's going to dazzle you.
0% understanding.
You see, Kalim has a high emotional intelligence. No matter how much you pretend to be angry and annoyed, he will understand that this is not so. Perhaps unconsciously, but yes.
Don't look at Jamil, Jamil is his blind spot.
He giggles when you explain the joke to him and suggests you try again. He will try to react better!
No, honey, that's not how it works…
Malleus Draconia:
"I'm listening, human child"
0% understanding (2), and another 50% anxiety.
He's too used to you calling him exclusively "Tsunotaro", so it feels like his full name… It's weird. Something is wrong.
He looks at you with his unblinking gaze from the semi-darkness. His eyes are glowing. His eyes are glowing!!
...You seemed to want to make a joke, so how did you get into a horror movie?
summary: You get caught up making props for an upcoming Bit City video before realizing you'll be late picking up your three year old from daycare, thankfully there's a certain director of one of the channels that is more than willing to help
warnings: like one use of Y/n, there’s a small mention of reader having bangs, also I think I might've made reader and Cameron latina coded accidentally? Maybe it's because I'm Mexican and that's what my brain wanted lol, oh and I think Spencer would be the perfect dad to a weird little girl it's just meant to be
word count: 4k
a/n: after lurking around the Spencer x reader tag for a while (and enjoying every fic I've come across) I decided to throw my hat into the ring for a try. This is the first fic I've posted in a few years so sorry if this is bad I'm rusty lmaooo. Also shoutout to @illusorytherapy bcs her girl dad!Spencer series is everything to me and I wanted to join in on the fun lol. I did proofread but idk if I missed anything lol
divider: @saradika-graphics
"Shit, shit, shit," You mutter under your breath as you realize the situation you've inadvertently put yourself in. You’ve been working on a few new set pieces for an upcoming Bit City — you’ve long since stopped questioning why you makes the things they need anymore — carefully mixing up a lovely bucket of goop so you can make some molds when you casually look over at the digital clock that's set up in the art department.
You can feel your heart drop to your ass when you see what time it is.
It's almost 5:30, aka the time you need to go pick up Cameron from daycare.
Except you’re elbow deep in your goop and that alone would take a good thirty minutes to just scrub off. And then you have to drive over to Lilypad Childcare which is like fifteen minutes from the office. Which means you’re definitely going to be late picking up your sweet princess. Which also means you’ll get hit with the daycare's hefty late fee.
You totally understand why the daycare does that, but at the same time you really don’t want to fork up the five dollars per minute you’re late to them just because you’re making the fucked up little alien squids Tommy requested. Just as you resign yourself to no fun little drinks for the next two weeks, your savior pops into your peripheral.
"Spencer!" You grin, slightly breathless despite being sat squarely on the ground. "You're just the guy I was thinking of."
"You've been thinking of me," he repeats, only preening slightly at the thought of you thinking about him as you worked. He sets the drink he was bringing over to you on a nearby table, somewhere between the clutter of materials and sketches before walking over to crouch in front of you.
Even elbow deep in mysterious goop, you’re still the most beautiful person in the world to him.
"Yeah, yeah," You huff, rolling your eyes playfully before nodding your head towards the clocks's general direction. "It's almost time to pick up Cami but I'm—" you vaguely wag your head at the bucket between your legs, "—clearly indisposed right now." You let out a little sigh, the ruler you’ve been using as a mixing spoon slowly turning in the steadily thickening goop. "I know you're probably busy—"
"Never too busy to help you," Spencer interrupts, face so endearingly soft that you fight back the urge to kiss him silly. Which is crazy because you’ve never wanted to kiss your dear friend Spencer Agnew, who you have totally platonic feelings for and totally don’t imagine him raising your beautiful princess of a daughter with you. No, of course not, not a single thought like that has ever crossed your mind.
Your eye twitches before you nod, slow breath passing through your chest. "Right, never too busy," you quietly echo before remembering what you were going to ask him. You blink before looking at him. "If it's not too much of a bother, could you do me a huge favor and pick Cami up for me?"
Spencer's quiet for a moment and you internally panic because of course he'd going to say no. Just because he's not busy doesn't mean he doesn't have work to do, there's probably Games stuff he needs to get done or maybe he wanted a breather between his schedule and picking up a coworker's toddler is the last thing he wants to do—
"Yeah it's no problem."
Oh. Well, now you feel a little dumb with your mini spiral. You let out a small laugh that definitely wasn't shaky before you nod. "Thanks, that— that really helps me a ton right now." You motion with your head, this time in the direction of your desk. "My keys are in my bag, right side pocket— yeah that one." You say as you watch Spencer walk over and immediately fetch your keys, spinning them on his finger.
"She'll probably be hungry so you can take some of the snacks in my bag with you. That'll hopefully stave her over until I can get her—"
"I can stop by somewhere, I don't mind."
You pause, eyes a little wide as you look up at him. Oh. And now he wants to feed your baby. Yeah, platonic feelings are definitely banging against the walls of her brain right now. "You really don't have to. You're already picking her up for me. I don't wanna bother—"
"Y/n, really none of this bothers me. I want to do this for you and Cami," Spencer gently interrupts you again.
You’re finding that you don’t really mind when he interrupts you. That's funny.
You find yourself nodding, a slow, barely noticeable little motion. "Okay, I guess if it doesn't bother you. My wallet's—"
"I'm not taking your money," Spencer laughs, all soft and airy and you swear your visions swims before shaking it off.
"Spence! Just take my money! You're already picking up my daughter and you're offering to get her food," you huff, goopy arms mixing again because you just realized you haven’t been the last few minutes.
He just smiles, spinning your keys around his finger as he heads towards the doors. "I promise you I have enough money to buy a kids meal of her choice."
"If I wasn't stuck in this goop I would chase your ass down!"
"Trust me, I know," he laughs before he's out the doors.
You stay there for a moment, staring at the doors where you can still see the image of him, stupid hoodie and stupid cap and even stupider curls walking out. You mutters vague curses under your breath that hold no weight. Not when there's a small smile on your face as you gets back to work.
Stupid nice guy, making you feel all silly and warm.
Spencer didn't think daycare pickup would be this stressful. It's just parking and then picking up a child. Easy, right?
Wrong because he swears his heart is in his ass as he sits in your car. It's 5:26, he knows pickup is at 5:30 but he doesn't know if he can just go in now even if there's four minutes left in whatever schedule they have Cameron on.
"I should just go in, shouldn't I?" He says to no one in particular other than the smiski hipper attached to the rearview mirror that he knows you glued down because he watched you do it when you stole — "it's borrowing, plus I'm literally in the art department." — some superglue to make sure it wouldn't accidentally decide it's time was up on you in the middle of LA traffic.
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good," he says before turning the car off and patting his pockets down to make sure his wallet's there.
He feels a little awkward standing in line with all the actual parents and he wonders if anyone can tell he has no clue what he's doing right now. He looks around and he finds one of the many artworks on the wall. He quickly finds Cameron's and a small smile crosses his face.
It's a family drawing, her and her mama, along with your cat Playa — who you guys found on a day at the beach, hence his namesake — right between them. For a three year old, Cameron's got really good dexterity with her hands. And he's confident she already draws better than him. Her stick figures are easily identifiable while his end up looking like scribbles half the time. She also colored in her drawings, barely any little scribbles outside her toddler-made lines.
A little artist, just like her (pretty) mama.
"Can I help you?"
Spencer snaps out of it, awkwardly clearing his throat as he realizes he's next up and there's a few parents waiting behind him. "Hi— I'm Spencer. I'm here to pick up my friend's daughter. It's Cameron," he says, giving her last name because he doesn't know if there's other kids with the same name here at this daycare.
"ID?" The worker asks and he doesn't think he's ever been this intimidated by someone in overalls covered in paint and twin braids.
(Lie, there's that one time you actually looked angry when someone still unnamed accidentally broke a freshly painted set that art crew had been working on all day. He was also extremely turned on and had shunned himself to the Games Pod as self punishment.)
He quickly coughs up his wallet, thumbing through random gift cards and some bills before finding his ID. He hands it over and watches as the worker pulls out a thickass binder from behind the counter, looking through what he can only assume is a mountain of children's contact information.
The daycare worker's finger lands on Cameron's name and slides to the side, scanning past the primary information (your information staring back at him) before landing on secondary emergency contact. He can see his name and something twists in his chest.
So you have him listed as your daughter's first emergency contact (after yourself of course but still, he's your first choice). His chest feels warm and he barely senses the worker slide his ID back towards him and call to her coworker to bring Cameron.
He does snap out of it when he hears squeaky little shoes come down the hallway, pigtails swinging before she stops in front of him. He kneels down, trying to get down as much to her height as he possibly can.
She's just so tiny he feels a little silly, basically hunched over but with those doe eyes blinking up at him, he thinks he'd do just about anything for her. Not to mention she's wearing a Miffy shirt that he knows you also own, matching with her mama. (The thought of you matching in your cute Miffy shirts makes his vision black out for a second.)
God, she looks just like a mini you it seriously wrecks his heart in ways he doesn't think he'll ever recover from. Those same eyes (ones he can never say no to), same nose (that he wants to boop so bad), same just about everything. Doesn't help that Cameron's got bangs just like you, blunt line cutting across her forehead (on the shorter side, and he dumbly realizes that you probably trim your bangs at the same time. A part of his wishes he could be part of these little hair salon days too.) so he can see the little furrow between her brows.
"Hey Cami," Spencer hums, using what he hopes is a comforting voice. This is the first time it's been just the two of them without you a room away. "Your mommy's still at work so she asked me to come pick you up. We can go get some food if you're hungry, if you want?"
She stares at him, little eyes only slightly unnerving. He swears she can see through him and he worries she might just outright reject him and insist on staying here until her mom can pick her up herself but then she gives a little nod and his heart rate settles.
"Great, c'mon, you can pick where we eat," he says, standing up to his full height and offering a hand. She stares at his hand for a moment and he worries there's something wrong with his hand — maybe he unknowingly has fucked up fingers and he doesn't know it and she's judging him in her own toddler way and he should just chop off his hand if that'll make her like him— when he feels her little hand wrap around what fingers she can hold.
He feels a little proud as the two of them walk outside and he doesn't even mind the fact he has to lean heavily to one side.
They settled on Chili's.
Okay settled is a strong word when all actuality Spencer panicked when every option he threw out was met with silence. Chili's was the only option that got a little nod out of Cameron and hey, he'll take anything from her at this point since it felt like they were in the daycare's parking lot for ten minutes.
He knows that Cameron's on the... quiet side. You’ve explained that she doesn't really talk. You’ve taken her to doctors and they've all come back to the same conclusion; she's just a quiet girl. You never really saw a problem with it, your mom's explained that you were the exact same, not really talking until you were around two years old, and even then you were a quiet kid and are a quiet adult. Your baby's just like her mama is all. You do take her to a speech therapist once every two weeks though, at the recommendation of her pediatrician, just as a precaution.
You do use some sign language too, and Cameron seems to like that, at least around you. Around other people she kinda stares at them until they figure out what she wants or gets your to translate your strange little baby's silent language.
A language Spencer desperately wants to be included in.
As of late, most of his youtube recommendation has just been sign language for dummies because he wants Cameron to feel comfortable around him too. He's been able to pick up on some things but he's pretty sure Cameron could absolutely wreck him if he tried using sign language with her at his current skill level. But hey, practice makes perfect and he won't stop until she willingly talks with him in whatever language she wants.
Chili's isn't a far drive and Spencer only had to listen to Golden on loop about five times the drive over — the moment he heard Cameron's quiet little again, he was more than willing to hear we're going up, up, up a million times if she asked in her squeaky little voice again — and soon enough they're being seated at a booth.
"So Cami, what do you wanna order?" He asks once the waitress came by to get their drinks. He ordered a strawberry lemonade for her, knowing that just like her mom, she loves lemonade too. She has to stand in the booth, both of her tiny hands holding up the kiddie cup they served her.
She takes a long sip, eyes boring into him and feels like he fucked up by asking her what she wants to eat. It isn't until she sets her cup down — he'll ask for a refill when the waitress comes for their orders — and pats her hands on her menu does he realize—
"Oh my god, you can't read yet. I thought— can three year olds read?"
She just blinks at him and he nods. "Right. I'm the dummy, you don't have to say it." Another blink, slower this time.
Cameron does give him some mercy, it seems, as she pats a chubby little hand on a picture of some chicken strips. Okay, yeah, he can work with that.
After giving their orders — the kids chicken strips for her, the triple dipper for him, and your go-to to bring to you — Spencer swears this is the most nervous he's been in a long while. Conversations with toddlers is hard enough — what can be said with a three year old? — it's harder when the toddler hardly speaks.
Thankfully he's saved when their food arrives and doesn't have to worry about trying to make small talk with a little kid he's still not sure likes him despite knowing him her entire life. Halfway through he realizes she's a slow eater, barely done with a strip when he's half done with his meal. You’re a slow eater and he briefly wonders if Cameron picked it up or is just a naturally slow eater.
She manages to eat most of her meal, only leaving the ends of her strips and a couple of fries, and he takes that as his cue to grab the small tablet at the end of the table to pay. When he grabs his wallet he can see her throw what few fries she left into the to-go bag and a handful of napkins from the corner of his eye.
Such an odd little girl. He wants to keep her in his pocket forever.
When the little receipt prints out Spencer looks over at Cameron, who's got a tight grip on both the to-go bag and her drink. She starts to scoot out of the booth but he decides to make things easier and heads to her side, arms outstretched.
"Can I carry you?" He asks, already expecting a silent stare from her. He's pleasantly surprised when he's met with a quick little okay from her instead.
His knees almost buckle but he stays strong and scoops her up, setting her onto his hip. She curls into him, head resting on his shoulder, pigtails brushing against his beard. Just as he does one last cursory glance to make sure they didn't leave anything behind, their waiter stops by, heading to a new table to tend to.
"Oh by the way your daughter is so adorable."
He freezes, eyes a little wide behind his glasses. A part of him wants to immediately correct her because obviously she's not his daughter but it would be a little weird to just go "oh no this isn't my daughter" and then walk out. As if that wouldn't raise any alarm bells.
So Spencer does the only sensible thing he can think of.
"O-oh, uh, thanks. She takes after her mom."
And then he just walks out.
Okay so maybe not clarifying is a crazy on his end but hey, at least he's right about her taking after her mom.
He can feel Cameron stare at him as they walk out to the car. "I know, I'm sorry about that Cami. I kinda panicked," he sighs as he opens the door, buckling her into her car seat after setting the bag and drink down.
Just as he's about to close the door, he hears the quietest "it okay, no problem," from her. He stares at her for a moment before slowing nodding. Okay. It was okay.
He settles in the driver's seat and hears the first note of Golden play again, but the only thing he can really focus on (besides the fucking road because god forbid he get in a wreck right now with precious cargo) is that this is the first time she's said more than one word to him.
He can't help humming along as the light turns green.
You finish cleaning up the last of the materials just as you hear an oh so familiar little patter of tiny shoes rush towards you. You don’t even think as you drop to a knee, arms open as you feel your baby crash into you.
"Hi my little shrimpy," you hum as your arms wrap around her, tilting your head down to press a kiss against the top of her head. You gently sway side to side, feeling your daughter press her face against your neck and look up to see Spencer walk in not too far behind. He's got Cameron's backpack hanging off an elbow — it's kinda a silly sight to see him carrying a Demon Hunters backpack around — and the Chili's to-go bag in the other.
You get up, picking your toddler up and settling her onto your hip, your smile softening when you feel her tiny body curl into you. "Thanks again Spence, you're a lifesaver."
He shrugs, "don't worry about it. I told you I'd always be here for you," a nod towards the sleepy toddler, "and for Cameron a long time ago. Plus," he holds up the to-go bag, "I'd say we had a pretty good time at Chili's."
You tilt your head, just enough to gently bump your nose along Cameron's temple. "Yeah? Did you have fun with Spence today?"
Cameron shifts slightly in your arms, glancing back at him for a moment before burying her head back again. For a moment you thinks that's all you’ll get out of her but you freeze when you hear a quiet, "yeah... fun," from her instead.
Your eyes dart over to Spencer, who looks like he just won the lottery. You swear you sees his eyes sparkle before letting out a quiet laugh. "Looks like you did a wonderful job. Maybe I'll make you do pickups more often," you joke but a part of you doesn't mind the thought. Especially not if he's there with you.
"I'd be more than happy to," he says, his voice soft and you feel your chest tighten at the sound.
You two stand there, gazes suspiciously soft for two supposed friends before Spencer breaks first, clearing his throat as he hands the bags over. "Uh I— I got you your usual."
You take the bag, face a little warm at the gesture. "You didn't have to, I would’ve picked something up for myself on the way home. But thanks Spence," you quietly say, shouldering your daughter's backpack.
A soft grin pulls at his lips and you adjust your daughter on your hip to keep yourself from doing something stupid in the middle of the Art Pod.
Before you two could get into another soft stare-down, Cameron makes a quiet grunting sound and you let out a quiet laugh. You gently sway side to side, soothing your daughter that's losing her battle with sleep. "That's my cue to get her home."
Spencer lets out a quiet hum, nodding his head. "Yeah, yeah, here let me..." he says, reaching out to take your bag from you, letting it drape onto his shoulder.
"Spence—"
"Hey, don't worry about it, you got precious cargo to carry." He grins, reaching to take anything else in your hands. "I can carry a few bags out to your car."
You let out a small huff but don’t fight him on it, instead following him out to your car. It's a quiet affair, neither of you wanting to risk accidentally waking Cameron up.
After a careful transfer and buckling your baby in, the two of you stand outside your car, a warm silence enveloping you.
"Thanks again Spence, I really can't thank you enough," you settle on, taking the last of your things from him.
"Stop thanking me, you already know I'll do anything for you."
You still for a moment, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag for a moment before you relax. "Yeah," you murmur, a soft smile on your face, "I know."
You see something in his eyes but before you can comment on it he reaches out to gently squeeze your arm, his hand warm on your slightly chilled skin.
"Drive safe, see you tomorrow."
You nod, a hand opening the driver's side door. "Yeah, see you tomorrow Spence."
But no one makes a move to step away for a few moments. He squeezes your arm one last time before he drops his hand, taking a few steps back before giving a small nod. You return the gesture and watch as he turns and heads to his car that's parked only a few spots away.
You settle into your seat, letting out a small sigh as you watch him pull out and drive away. Before you can put the car into reverse, you hear a small sound in the back. You glance into the rearview mirror, looking at the smaller mirror you have in front of Cameron's car seat so you can see her.
Your daughter blinks her sleepy little eyes at you, tiny, chubby hands rubbing at her eyes.
"Oh I know hon, we'll be home soon," you coo as you finally pull out of the parking spot. It isn't until you’re at a light do your eyes snap back to the mirror, eyes wide as you listen to your baby's quiet mumbles.
"Pencer... like Pencer..."
You barely miss the light change as you focus back on the road. Her words sink in and you finally acknowledge what you’ve been trying to ignore for so long.
warnings: smut ofc!, cream pie, piv, and oral!f!receiving.
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a/n: sorry for not uploading for months😭senior year was hectic and now this summer I'm having to do so much to get ready for college💔. anyways this man is so fine ohmygosh I was so amazed my how good he looked in theaters😩
wc: 2,701
The kingdom was finally back at peace since Skeletor was defeated by Adam, the long lost Prince of Eternia. A lot of the women in the kingdom have taken a quick liking to him, including me.
It’s been weeks since the Prince has returned and we’ve been adjusting to the change of the kingdom. Everyone was enjoying their life under the new ruler, Adam, everyone was much happier and kinder to each other. Everyone lived in peace, we weren’t in survival mode all the time while also rationing food.
But the Prince has definitely found some perks in being the new ruler..twice a week he hosts certain events at the palace. Beautiful women from all over the kingdom chose to attend the palace and help Adam with his needs. Today will be my first time going to his event, I really didn’t want to, I had chores to tend to at home but my friend insisted I join her. We got dressed up and lathered ourselves in scented flowers and oils before making our way to the palace.
I was quite nervous when walking through the gates, I’ve never seen the Prince up close before but the other women described him as the most beautiful man ever.
Once me and my friend made our way though the palace gates my eyes widened at the amount of women that were here. My friend looked over at me and laughed at my expression. “I know right.” she chuckled.
Before I could say anything my friend excused herself, reasoning that she needed a drink. “Great.” I flatly mumbled to myself. I now walked further into the palace and saw the prince in all his glory at the head of the table.
My mouth was salivating at those big beautiful biceps of his, the way they glistened in the lighting. He looked like he could lift mountains with those arms. He eventually stood from his seat and man was he tall, he was like a tall tree I wanted to climb. He was built like a god. His muscular thighs and toned abs looked amazing. His armor showed just the right amount of skin. Ugh and don’t get me started on that blond wavy hair of his.
I was too busy in my own head that I didn’t even realize he was walking over to me. I immediately fixed my posture and stood straight. The prince was now standing in front of me, I practically had to lean my head up just to see his face. He was a giant.
“A fresh new face in the castle.” He smirked.
Goodness he looked so handsome when he did that.
“Y-yeah..new face.” I stuttered. My heart was beating so fast and I don’t know why.
“Oh come on! Don’t be shy!” Adam cheered as he wrapped his muscular arm around my shoulders. I simply nodded my head and followed his lead. He led me over to the table he was at when I first saw him when I walked in. There were some glares from a couple of women due to his arm being wrapped around me. I don’t blame them though, I’d be jealous too.
I was just awkwardly standing next to Adam with his arm still wrapped around me as he told some joke and all the women started laughing. I was the only one not laughing and some women took notice of that.
“What? You think you’re better than the rest of us?” The woman snarked as the laughs throughout the palace came to a stop. I was a bit annoyed at her, she’s causing problems for no reason. Adam took his arm from me and stepped in front of the woman. “Ladies, ladies, there’s enough of me to go around.” He cockily said with his hands raised.
The woman simply rolled her eyes at his response. “But I must go have my fun with this one first.” He added as he was referring to me. He had a smug look on his face as all the other women groaned and scrambled from the table. Adam’s arm wrapped back around my shoulders as he guided me to his bedroom.
There was something about this that made me feel all warm inside, my stomach was tingly, my heart pace was rapid, and I was getting turned out. As we’re walking, I could feel dampness in between my thighs making them stick together.
We finally made it to his bedroom and it was huge. There were giant double doors, a king size bed, fur carpet in the middle of the room, and a fireplace against the wall. Adam was explaining the little details of the room but I was too focused on him as he stood in front of me. The sun looked so good against his tan skin and those bulging muscles. If there was enough wind in the room, his loincloth would flip up enough just to give me a perfect view of his-
“Are you even listening to me?” Adam asked with a small laugh. I was too in my own world, he probably caught me staring. I had to play it off cool. “Of course I was listening!” I responded. He playfully shook his head as he walked towards me, he clearly knew I was lying.
His large, rough hands slowly made their way to the back of my head as he towered over me. He leaned down some to be face to face with me. My breath hitched as his mouth was inches away from mine.
“Are you listening now?” He teased before bringing me into a kiss.
My whole body froze when his lips met mine. They were soft yet firm. I moved my lips into the kiss and he groaned like it was the best thing he ever tasted. His hand that was behind my head suddenly made its way down to my ass giving it a quick squeeze. I instantly pulled my lips off his and placed my head on his armored chest so I could catch my breath. A part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening.
“What’s the matter?” Adam softly asked as he tilted my chin up to look at him. I had to keep cool, I didn’t want him thinking I was nervous or something. I shook my head and told him it was nothing. He knew I was lying but he didn’t want to push any further. All of a sudden he started walking backwards leading me to his bed until he sat down and put me on his lap.
His bed was massive with these soft, fur sheets. Was this what living like a prince felt like? My legs were on each side of his muscular thighs. I felt arousal pooling in my panties by his scent, sandal wood and fresh cedar mixed with a manly musk.
Adam’s eyes stayed on mine while his thick fingers slid underneath my dress and touched the damp spot of my panties. My eyes fluttered shut from his touch. “All wet just for me, hm?” He teased as I hummed in response. I was desperate for friction of any kind that I started rocking back and forth on his finger. His other hand gripped my waist and put a stop to my movement.
I frowned at his actions. “Why’d you stop?” I questioned. Adam’s lips fell into a cocky smile. “You gotta slow down there, pretty girl..let me take care of you.” He answered. I nodded my head at his words and before I could even think, he flipped us over with me laying flat on my back and him hovering over me.
His chiseled abs look much better in this position. His hand slipped back under my dress and he started rubbing my clothed clit. My head fell back onto the fur blanket in pleasure. I haven’t been touched in so long, this felt like heaven. His thumb rubbed circular motions on my sopping wet clothed clit, soft moans fell from my lips.
“You like how that feels?” He whispered as he peppered kisses on my neck. I tried to speak but I couldn't. The only thing to come out was more moans. “Can’t wait to see how this pussy feels.” My hips jolted at his words.
He bunched my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties off and threw them across the room, the panties were soaked in my arousal. Adam got on his knees as my legs hung off the bed and were placed onto his broad shoulders. The cool air hit my slick but that was quickly replaced with his warm mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned out. Adam wasted no time and got straight to business. His tongue lapped up all my juices. Constant moans came from my mouth as I looked down at him eating me out. He looked so good beneath me like this. My chest was heaving up and down as I gripped his dirty blond hair and pushed his head more into my pussy. “Mhhm! Eat it just like that!” I moaned.
Adam shook his head side to side while he ate me out, sending me more pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing feeling to end. I started rocking my cunt back and forth on his face, he was clearly enjoying this considering he was moaning like crazy beneath me. His rough hands gripped my thighs to keep me still, I kept trying to buck my hips but I was no match for his strength. I didn’t mind it though.
He placed a kiss on my clit before lifting his head up, I looked down at him and watched as he slowly slid his middle finger inside my wetness. I let out a satisfied moan as his finger stretched me out. It’s been so long since I felt something this good.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” Adam softly asked.
“Y-Yeah.” I whimpered. He hummed in response as his finger slid in and out of me. My legs were spread open for him and his finger was coated in my juices. Who would’ve thought that the prince would be doing this to me of all people? Adam’s finger was sliding in and out of me at a steady pace, I had to bite my lip just to hold back my moans.
Adam noticed and let out a small chuckle. “Don’t hold back.” His voice was so soft and comforting. His finger was so thick and was slipping in and out of me so easily.
Adam then slowly slid his finger out all the way before placing a kiss on my clit. I instantly felt butterflies from his kiss. He then stood up from the bed and began to take off his armor, revealing even more of his toned stomach, his loin cloth was last to go and when I tell you I almost drooled at the sight of his cock.
The way it was already hard and rose up near his toned stomach, he had a pink mushroom tip and it was slightly curved with a vein on the side. He slowly walked toward me and this time completely took my dress off of me. My nipples immediately perched up from the cold air.
Adam admired my breasts for a second as there was a silence between us..but that silence was quickly taken over by a moan coming from me when he scooped my breasts into his hand and started sucking my nipple. I closed my eyes as his tongue swirled around my nipple. He was clearly getting off by this because his other hand was stroking his thick, long cock.
“Adam!” I moaned out as he hummed in response. He was sucking my nipple as if milk was going to come out for him. I looked down and saw white beads of pre-cum dribbling along his cock and creating a white ring around his hand. I needed him inside me now.
I decided to take some control, I pushed his head away from my breast and pushed him on his back. He had a look of satisfaction on his face but also a look of shock, he probably thought I wasn’t gonna do this.
I got on top of him and started kissing him from his chest all the way down until I got to his aching cock. My mouth hovered over his tip as his breath hitched. “Please!” He whimpered but I shook my head and came all the way back up to his face. His green eyes were filled with desperation, he wanted-needed me to make him feel good.
“I got something better for you.” I whispered. He nodded his head mindlessly as I grabbed his cock and hovered it. He couldn’t take his eyes off me as I teased my wet folds with his cock. He thrusted his hips up in frustration so I finally gave him what he wanted. I sunk down on him all the way and he let out an earthy groan and I let out a loud gasp. His cock was stuffed inside me with his pre-cum and it felt amazing. I’ve never been with a man this big before. “Shit!” He cussed underneath me. He definitely stretched me out and I needed a moment to adjust to his size. I sucked some air in while I took him out of me and and put him back in me.
“Good girl.” He praised once I had sunk back down on his cock again. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders for stability before I started bouncing up and down on him. I damn near took his breath away when I started bouncing up and down on him, I leaned my head back in pleasure from the feeling. Soft moans fell from my lips as I slid up and down on his cock.
“You’re so big.” I babbled. I was so lost in my own pleasure I didn’t even realize that his hands started to grip my waist and he took back control.
Adam was a whimpering mess under me as started thrusting up into me. The claps of our skin rang through his bedroom and my slick dribbled down onto his muscular thighs and it connected to my asscheeks. “So wet for me.” He grunted. I tried to speak but I couldn’t, the pleasure was just so overwhelming for me. He cursed under his breath trying to keep it together.
But something inside him flipped. His large hands roughly grabbed my asscheeks and spread them apart which made me fall onto his chest, he lifted his hips and started thrusting into me. I shouted when he did so, not in pain but because it felt so good.
“Yes!” I screamed out. “Look at you stuffed with my cock.” He spat. “I love it so much!” I cried into his chest. “I know you do.” He laughed as he gave a slap to my ass.
I was pulsing around his cock, the feeling of my orgasm was near. I was mindlessly babbling into his chest as he spoke up again. “Taking it so good, pretty girl.”
“Yeah.” I mumbled. I was too fucked out to actually say anything. He then rolled his hips into me and the feeling inside me snapped. I shouted into his chest as my orgasm washed over me with him coming right behind me. Adam loudly groaned as his hot, white seed filled me to the brim.
He still thrusted into me for a little bit even after we both came. I was exhausted. “I have to bring you around more often.” Adam suggested as he was out of breath. I hummed in response to his words sort of tuning him out. I needed a moment to reset after what I just experienced.
Adam lifted me some so he could slide out of me and when he did a loud pop sound was made as his cum leaked out of me. “That’s a lot, pretty girl.” He softly said in my ear as I nodded my head into his chest.
Adam chuckled at my tired expression before laying his head flat on the pillow.
Summary: You sold your soul to Gwi Ma not that long ago. Now, in the afterlife, you must serve him and his new attempt on world domination as… Saja Boys' manager??
It is an overall easy job, if it weren't for a certain annoying demon…
Warnings: Smut with a little plot. MNDI!
Words: 7.9k
A/N: I'm starting to bring my fics from AO3 to here. This is still one of my first smuts, so… heh… hope it isn’t terrible. And I’d also like to make it clear that I admire every MUA out there and any type of slander was only to create a moment between the characters and not a reflection of my true thoughts. I hope you enjoy the fic!
When you sold your soul, this was not what you imagined.
Of course you knew there would be consequences, eternal damnation, a life-time of suffering in your worst nightmares, or something. You still did it, you’d do anything to achieve your dreams. Yet you didn’t expect that, in the afterlife, you’d have to be the manager for a K-Pop boy band.
“I swear on the fall of the Honmoon, if those idiots are messing around one more time , I’ll feed them to Gwi Ma myself!” You murmured in what definitely wasn’t a low, quiet tone.
You were making your way down the hall in the building that only a couple days prior was empty and abandoned. That was, until Jinu convinced the ruler of the demon-kind that he needed a place to train his little horde of singers and dancers, because yes, of course they had some training in the Demon Realm, he wouldn’t present Gwi Ma a half-assed plan, but he still wanted ‘to make sure they could stay in human form while exhausted and also understand the human world better once more as to not stick out after centuries’.
You called it bullshit.
Jinu always thought of himself and what would benefit him . He probably just wanted to stay away from Gwi Ma and his all consuming voice in his thoughts.
Like, get in line, bitch.
You hate me in your thoughts as well, (y/n)?
Never, my lord. Your everlasting company is always welcome wherever I go.
I hope you are not being sarcastic. It’d be a shame to replace you now that you finally got them to listen to you.
Le gasp. I’d never!
What is a… ‘le gasp’?
Well, at least sometimes having the demon lord hearing every single one of your thoughts could be amusing.
Your frown had lessened by the time you pushed open the door to the training room, taking in the scene before you.
Abby was the first one you noticed. It was always like that with him, he was very secure of himself even in his human form, taking up space and almost making the room gravitate towards him and his perfect body. He was currently flexing in front of the mirror wall that should be used to make sure they were in sync during choreography. You rolled your eyes at the sight.
The next one you noticed was Mystery. He sat on one of the corners of the spacious room, by a shadow. His knees were pulled to his chest and he looked… well, you couldn’t see where exactly he was looking at since his hair was in the way, but it was towards the opposite wall, so you guessed he was just spacing out. He was the oldest amongst all of you, his memories and personality long lost in time. Jinu was smart for choosing him, he was malleable, like a blank canvas, even if he was unpredictable at times.
Speaking of, Jinu seemed to be in a conversation with Romance close to where Mystery sat. Romance was a demon you didn’t really mind being around. He could be annoying and teasing, sometimes flirty, but he was genuine and seemed to have kept some of his human personality over the centuries still.
Jinu, on the other hand, was a demon you did not get along with, which makes your position all the more surprising. The older demon had come to you after his performance in front of Gwi Ma, when his plan to take over the human world through music was approved to everydemon’s surprise.
“What?!” Was your initial reaction when he came to you.
“You are going to be our manager.” The older demon had said in a tranquil voice, as if you didn’t have an option, as if you’d agree that easily. It made you huff in annoyance.
“And if I say no?”
“Gwi Ma already agreed you’d be the most suitable for the job. Are you going to tell him no?”
Son of a bitch.
“And why me?” You crossed your arms, arching an eyebrow.
“You are a young demon, you were alive during the singers-”
“Idols.”
“Idol’s era. You spent quite a lot of your living time following in their footsteps and listening to their songs, I was told.”
“Are you implying something?”
His smile was condensating.
“Only that my plan is probably our best option on taking down the Honmoon and that I could very well take care of every detail myself and still exceed every expectation lowlife demons like you think you may have. But I am here, recognizing that I do not hold full acknowledgement of this era’s musical preference and how to create… connections with the humans that are to follow us and listen to us. And you .” He gestured towards you with a lazy wave of his hand. “You spent your precious human years building this knowledge.”
“I had a life outside of K-Pop, too, you know.” You mumbled over your breath, which Jinu ignored.
“So I am asking…” Not really. “For you to be our… manager.”
He said the last world slowly, as it sure was a new term for him. You sighed, and it was a sign of your future, where you would be mentally exhausted all the time dealing with these demons. But truth be told, it seemed exciting, working so close with something you loved in your human life and having the opportunity to roam free in the Human Realm once more if you succeeded.
So you agreed. Your… relationship, if you could call it that, with Jinu didn’t change much. You still thought of him as a stuck-up, control freak of a demon, and he saw you as annoying. What changed was that, in this rundown building turned into a studio, agency and dormitory, you grew to show respect towards each other’s choice regarding music. Therefore Jinu was not at the bottom of your ‘demons I can’t stand’ list. No, that spot was reserved for the demon sitting on a chair by the soundbox, leaning against it and sipping over some soda, without a care in the world.
“ Baby ” You hissed as you made your way towards him
Oh how you hated that he didn’t remember his name either. ‘Baby’ was both a stage name and a stereotype he played into. During your time alive, aegyo was basically mandatory. And you liked to think it was some sort of punishment for him too, after all ‘Baby’ was an asshole even in the Demon Realm. You snickered when Jinu told him his new alas, but now, when you had to call him out on whatever it was, it sounded too much like an endearing nickname that made you cringe every time.
“How many times have I told you not to drink or eat anything by the soundbox?! Why are you even drinking that? We only eat souls!”
Your voice was taking all the room, but since it was a recurring thing to have you scream and yell at Baby, no one else paid attention.
The demon in question let out a satisfied sigh after finishing his drink.
“I was only doing some research.” His words slurred together slightly, as if talking to you took too much of his nonexistent energy.
“Research?” You scoffed.
Baby motioned towards Jinu with his chin.
“If music prodigy over there wants to write a song about a fucking beverage, I want to know what’s so special about it.”
This time your scoff was almost amused. Almost.
“Yeah, I don’t care. It is not a masterpiece, lyrically speaking, but it is catchy.”
Baby’s mint green eyes flashed their true golden color.
“Oh? You are defending him now? Didn’t know you two were friends.”
His voice was low, a contrast to his soft appearance, and at times when he grew irritated, it only got lower, rougher. It made a chill slyther down your spine, warmth taking up your veins. It only made you even more annoyed.
“We aren’t friends, we are partners, and I agree with his choices. Jinu may be a jerk, second only to you, but he is musically gifted and even if you don’t like him, you could at least recognize that he is working hard to bring down the Honmoon.”
“Partners, eh?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
You felt like a vein was about to pop, but Baby’s demeanor was the same relaxed and laid back as always. He did get up, throwing his empty soda can on a nearby trash can before brushing past you.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Soon after that, all the demons got into the center of the room while you looked over on the sidelines. Their choreography was slowly perfected. Jinu had come to you to ask about song types and choreography and the look on his face when you showed him what a video was would be your go-to memory any time you wanted a laugh. Still, it was incredible how fast he had understood how music and dance had evolved and created something of his own. No wonder Gwi Ma had approached him so many centuries ago.
Almost like a talent scout.
The desire burning in his heart was enough to make a city fall.
You shivered. Sometimes it was easy to forget that all of you became demons because you were horrible human beings.
-
In the end, Soda Pop was as much of a success as you expected.
Humans all over the internet were dancing and singing along, the Saja Boys made their debut on the top 100 in Korea and sooner than anyone would expect, with the exception of Jinu, they made into the top 10, pretty close to the annoying demon hunters.
You got in touch with variety programs, booked stages, designed the merch (aka made rough sketches that artists turned into masterpieces)… And it was so fun. For a moment you forgot you were a demon on a mission, and you went back to being another fangirl. You missed human life sometimes.
Foolish thoughts. Your soul is mine.
“Okay, everyone’s ready? You guys need to get to the stage in a little over an hour! This is the biggest variety show in South Korea right now.”
You said as you walked in between chairs, overseeing how makeup artists and hair stylists got the boys… the demon men, ready.
You were pretty sure Abby’s MUA was swooning over him, you’ll have to fire her soon and check if the future MUA would be married and older.
Jinu looked like he had his head in the clouds.
Romance was actually flirting with his hair stylist. You went over and knocked him on the head as you passed. He pouted but sat back quietly.
When you were passing by Mystery though, he was about to bite his hair stylist’s hand.
“No! Mystery, bad d-... boy. Bad boy!” You pushed the hair stylist aside and pointed your finger towards the purplish blue haired demon. “What did I tell you about biting hu-... people? Biting people is off the table!”
The demon visibly deflated, pout deeper than Romance’s had been a minute prior. You sighed. He reminded you so much of a dog, an animal, it gave you a soft spot and a heartache at the same time.
You gently reached your hand out to pet his head. Mystery didn’t push away or tried to bite you, instead he made a content sound and smiled. You wondered if this was an echo of who he had been in a past life, a man with a short temper, but a soft spot for his family. Not that you were close in any way to him, besides singing he barely spoke besides an occasional grunt, but you were familiar now. You hoped it was some sort of comfort for him.
“You baby him too much. Maybe he should be the one being all soft and cuddly.” A deep voice mocked on the chair next to Mystery’s.
“And lose the opportunity of seeing you pout and make doe eyes while dying on the inside? Pass.” You took your hand away from Mystery’s head to be able to turn fully towards Baby.
For once he didn’t have that mustard yellow stupid hat that you chose specifically to make him look even more stupid and not cute and sweet at all.
In response, Baby only grimaced.
“Maybe you are the cruelest one after all.”
“Because I’m making you do aegyo ?” You grinned mischievously. “Why, thank you. Didn’t think you’d be one to spare compliments like this.”
“Only to those who deserve it.” He said with a smirk.
In an attempt to look away from his lips, you instead chose to look around.
“Where are your MUA and hair stylist?”
“Swooning over Abby.”
You looked in the direction he mentioned.
“God damnit.”
“You already aren’t any gods’ favorite after selling your soul to Gwi Ma and you are still choosing to curse one of them?”
“Oh shut up.”
You walked towards his vanity to pick a hairbrush.
“What are you doing?” He inquired with raised eyebrows.
You got closer to his chair, pushing him against the back of it to make him sit straight. One thing about demons, they slouched when no one was looking. You’d joke that it was the weight of their sins, but lately you think it is more likely that Jinu’s military regiment of a training has been responsible for it. Who knew demons could get tired after dancing for 8 hours straight on a good day and 20 on a bad one? (Bad days happened more often.)
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You swear the only way you spoke to Baby was as if you were on the verge of a meltdown. You felt like it too.
Despite wanting to rip his mint colored hair off, you actually made an effort to be gentle. Using a straightener to mold the hair into a rounder shape after brushing and then running your fingers through his strands to give him a ‘I don’t care that much about my looks’ look. It was a simple process that took less time than you’d think, but that felt like hours had gone by. You were so focused on perfecting each strand you didn’t even notice how Baby’s eyes had locked on you, so when you looked back down to his face, you almost jumped off your fake human skin.
Trying to pretend your ears didn’t burn, be it for the intensity of his gaze or for how you almost let out a shrill sound, you cleaned your throat.
“Well, I am done with your hair.” Your voice never sounded that soft talking to him, but you couldn’t find it in you at the moment to sound annoyed nor rash.
In the silence that followed, you looked at each other. It felt like the first time you’ve done so.
Baby had a shorter face, squared jaw, but because he had such big eyes that made you get lost in them, it somehow looked soft. It worked to your advantage when marketing the group, the way no one seemed to realize his sharp edges. Especially the eyes. You knew they were popular for the reasons you’ve thought before. They were sharp when he was off stage, lidded when uninterested, round when he needed to charm fans, and the color, as fake as it was, the same shade as the darker strands of his hair, was beautiful. It only lost to the golden flames they truly were. You hated those eyes so much. You could stare at them in hatred forever just as you were doing now.
Wait.
His eyes shouldn’t be golden now.
“Baby.” You hissed. “Your eyes.”
“Hm.” He made an absent sound, like he didn’t care, mind or understand what you were on about. It was strange that he seemed to be so distracted.
On an impulse, you placed one of your hands on his cheek and moved closer to whisper yell on his face. Instead you didn’t whisper yell, you just… whispered.
“Your eyes. You can’t let anyone see them like this.”
He only blinked back in a way that made your own eye tick.
“Pay attention. You… Why are you without makeup as well? I mean, yeah I get it, the MUA is swooning over Abby, but did they really neglect their job like this? Unbelievable.”
You moved away, turning you back to that space in between realities where you were trapped solely in Baby’s presence. It was horrible. So disgusting. Your blood was boiling and that was the only reason why your face was red.
You picked a makeup palette and brush. When you were human, you did like to do your own makeup. Maybe some wouldn’t find what you did anything worth notice, but the process of applying layer after layer and painting the picture of a version of yourself that made you content was something you enjoyed. You also had done other people’s makeup from time to time for the fun of it as well, but never when the stakes were high like with a public figure, such as a K-Pop idol. No pressure.
Turning back towards Baby, at least his eyes were back to the human color agreed before.
“Close your eyes.”
“What are you doing now?”
“What does it look like, smartass?”
He grumbled some more but complied nonetheless.
The mint haired demon was already wearing a very colorful outfit. You were sure he ripped that outfit to shreds in his mind once he saw it.
You decided to give him a break and chose a black shade. You smoked the color on the outer part of his eye, highlighting its shape. Then you decided to use some eyeliner for the sake of it.
“Open.”
“You’re really hyper fixated on my eyes today.”
“I’ll stab them if that makes you feel better.”
“Feisty.”
The older demon smirked at you, making you grimace.
“Look up or I’ll really stab your eye.” You said as you brought the mascara applicator closer to his left eye.
He grumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse before obliging.
In truth, there were many ways to apply mascara on someone else. Making them blink on the applicator was one of them, but you wanted him, who most likely had never used mascara before, to squirm a bit at something so close to his cornea.
To your dismay, Baby didn’t seem to really mind it, and you made quick work on his lashes.
“Done.”
“My lips are dry.”
“Drink some water then.”
“Isn’t there anything to apply to them?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Apply it on me.”
“Did you hurt your hands and no one told me? Apply it yourself, you big baby.”
“Well, I am Saja Baby, am I not?” The grown man (demon) in question said as he laid back on his chair, manspreading like an asshole and resting his arm against the back of the chair as well. He had this smirk on his face as if he had made the best argument there was and prevented a World War from happening.
“Your position in the group has nothing to do with your ability, or lack of, to take care of yourself.” You crossed your arms as you glared at him.
“Humor me. It will help with my reputation will it not?”
Grumbling you turned around for what felt like the hundredth time the past hour or so.
The incompetent MUA had left all of their equipment on the vanity, so you had options to choose from. The one you settled for? Strawberry Festival flavor. You held back a giggle.
You turned back once more towards Baby, stepping into his personal space to apply the sheer lipgloss on his lips.
Once he felt the scent of it, he grimaced for a moment, which felt like a victory to you. That was, until you actually focused on the task at hand.
His lower lip followed the applicator’s movement slightly. The smooth and plump skin was devilishly hypnotizing you may have over applied the product in your trance.
“Okay.” Your voice sounded way more breathless for your liking. “Now do this.”
You pressed your own lips against each other, paying close attention to his to make sure he did the same. You nodded when he did as if approving of the movement and not because you were speechless and your world seemed to limit itself to that insignificant action.
“Five minutes!” A staff called and the world shattered back in its place.
You cleared your throat and looked around to make sure everyone was ready.
Mystery was facing you, and something in the pit of your stomach made you think he knew the secrets you didn’t choose for yourself.
-
Jinu was up to no good.
You mean, yeah, he wanted to destroy the Honmoon and help the Demon King/Lord/Supreme Being take over the human world to feast on all of their souls.
But you knew that. What you didn’t know was why he seemed… different.
Something in him definitely changed, yet the others didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps they just didn’t care.
Look into it.
Came the command from the dark space where your soul used to be.
You did your best to keep watch on the brunette, but nothing truly felt out of the ordinary, even if something in your gut felt, knew, something had shifted.
Maybe he’s just excited about the incoming world domination that’ll allow him to forget his unpleasant memories from when he was human?
Gwi Ma didn’t answer those thoughts.
You slumped over the chair you were sitting on, letting out a tired sound. You had come to the studio to listen to Jinu’s new masterpiece, the song that would effectively break the Honmoon once and for all. And you had to hand it to him, the song was good . If you were still a human, you’d definitely listen to it on repeat.
“Must be so hard not having to dance and sing for hours on end to help your brothers in lack of soul feast on humanity.”
Swirling the chair around, you saw Baby leaning against the door frame, the brighter light from the corridor creating a halo around him that could never belong to a demon.
As he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself, the patterns of his skin grew forth, just as his skin itself took on a purplish hue. His bright mint hair lost some of its shine, unlike his eyes, that shone brighter when golden. His lips and nails also became a darker shade, the latter growing longer with each step he took.
As an answer, you simply hummed back, a noncommittal noise that served to show him how tired you felt, being this the first time you didn’t really try to quip back at him. You also didn’t call him out for showing his true form, all of you could go back to your demon forms in the building any time except for rehearsals, since Jinu wanted to make sure you could all stay in human form without breaking a sweat. It would all change soon enough.
You were also in your demon self in that moment, purple skin and patterns and all. In all honesty, you didn’t have it in you to wear a human skin at the moment.
“Gwi Ma sent me on a side quest that doesn’t have a clear ending and I have failed it nonetheless.” Your head tilted to the side, hair cascading with the movement.
“Ah…” Baby sat on the leather couch by a wall, doing what he knew what to do best: manspread.
“Should I prepare a party for when he burns you to ashes?”
The scoff you let out sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
“Make sure there is enough soda for everybody for me.”
The demon in front of you let out a displeased grunt.
“I don’t want to see a soda can ever again in my life.”
That actually made you giggle.
“Oh, you think this is funny? Having to sacrifice your integrity to take over the world?”
You got up, deciding to sit on the same couch as him. It looked comfortable anyways.
“It is a small price to pay in face of all the rewards.”
You smiled at him, hoping it’d come out teasing, but you knew it was a genuine smile at the end of the day.
Perhaps Baby noticed too since he was staring intently at your lips.
In the brief silence that followed, you squirmed a bit, which made him look up at your eyes instead. His own had taken that sharpen edge the Pride didn’t get to see, but what caught your attention was the way his pupils were no longer two slits of black, but rather the black was consuming all the gold in his irises.
Your pulse quickened and your instincts told you to run. The look on the demon’s face was not the lazy indifference or the smug certainty you had come to grow used to. This was the look of a true demon, ready to feast on a victim.
You tried your best to not make any movement or breathe too deeply, anything that would announce what you could only suppose was fear.
And that made Baby smirk, like he knew exactly what you were doing and feeling. He moved closer to your face slowly, until there was little space in between you, enough so that you weren’t touching skin to skin, yet his breath easily made contact with your ear and the side of your neck and jaw.
“It truly is quite stressful, isn’t it? Living up to Gwi Ma’s expectations and desires, managing a boyband, making sure we are behaving…”
The way he inhaled made you think he was taking in your scent, and when he exhaled you could only think of gentle caresses in the dim light.
“I am quite stressed myself… Jinu is a pain in the ass with all this training, every demon and Gwi Ma want more, more, more …”
He got closer to you by the end of his sentence, so close his lips brushed against the skin of your neck when he uttered his next words.
“If only there was a way to let out all of this steam… You wouldn’t happen to know a way, do you?”
Your lips parted, but your mind was miles away. No. Your mind was exactly in the moment, fixated on the point his lips met your neck, on his arm on the back of the couch brushing against your shoulder, and on the way he leaned over you, inviting you to lie down beneath him. Your mind was a mix of feelings, sensations and desires you had not felt in the undead life. So what left your lips was not a string of coherent sounds that make up words, but a gasped, half sound that said everything you didn’t know how to.
Baby placed the hand that wasn’t on the couch on your lower back, pulling you in and changing the axis of your world, resulting in your body meeting the not so soft cushions of the leather couch.
“Use that smart mouth of yours to tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
He ran his nose over your jaw, touch light and barely there. It made your stomach flip, turning your head slightly, inviting him to take a bite.
The nickname he had uttered wasn’t something you’d expect from him, it could’ve been condescending at any other interaction between the two of you. Yet right now it left your head light and airy, it was embarrassing and addictive.
You had more difficulty than normally at swallowing, also licking your lips to try and see if your mouth, tongues and lips, still knew how to form a sentence.
“I… could see how both of us could… benefit from a deal…” Honestly, the words didn’t even make that much sense to you, you just wanted to fill in the gap he left for you to answer.
“A ‘deal’, huh?”
You nodded.
“And what deal would that be? What would it entrail?”
“Please…” You breathed out, wanting him to understand you didn’t want to think at the moment, you wanted to feel.
“Begging when we haven’t even done anything? How pathetic.”
He pulled back and you cursed at yourself internally for having to bite back a whine. His cold absence was replaced by the warmth of his hand on your chin, long nails digging on your cheeks to make you look into the dark lightless pits of his eyes.
“Need you to say loud and clear what you need, sweetheart. I may be a demon, but I am not that kind of monster.”
“For fuck’s sake, Baby…”
“Tch, dirty mouth…”
“Just fuck me.”
“Oh.”
His eyebrows had shot up momentarily, before dipping back when he blinked. A smirk on Baby’s face usually appeared when they’d banter or you’d be annoyed at him; it was a playful curve to show his amusement, and it was nothing like the smirk you saw now.
This smirk was the lock on a door, the only thing keeping you and whatever clawed to be free from meeting in the middle. When his lips pulled back enough you could see the gleam of one of his fangs, you knew it had come unlocked and there would be no turning back now.
With a mind that was very much your own, even if you had a hard time admitting to it, your fingers found the soft threads of hair on his head, gripping onto it tight to bring him down and make his lips meet yours.
It was a clash of wills, a magnetic push and pull that ended not with your surrender, but with your insatiable appetite leading you to part your lips and take more and more of anything Baby presented to you.
The hand on your face had burned a path down your jaw, neck, gliding in between the valley of your breasts to find purchase on your waist. Once again you felt the bite of his nails, this time softened by the shirt you wore.
Baby pressed himself against you, hips grinding down against you while the deep rumble he let was swallowed by your greedy lips. On instinct, your legs braced him, pulling him as if there was any space left to close.
He left your lips to shower your neck in attention. Having your airways unobstructed did not mean you were able to breathe properly, not when the contact of his tongue and fangs on your sensitive skin glided and marked over the natural patterns you already had.
“Baby…” The nickname that wasn’t exactly his name fell from your parted lips.
He answered with a groan. His hands wandering underneath your shirt.
“Need this…” His words were muffled by the skin of your neck, and when you nod, expecting him to continue touching you, he instead pulled away.
You let out an indignant cry, which was met with him pulling you up.
“Undress.” The word came tumbling harshly out of his mouth, but you complied nonetheless.
While you busied yourself with your clothing, expecting he’d want to enjoy the show, Baby surprised you once more by directing his attention towards the couch. He grabbed a blanket that was left there by someone else (Jinu maybe?), and covered the cushions. When he turned back to you, you were standing with only your underwear to cover you, a puzzled expression on your face.
“Didn’t I tell you to undress? I meant for you to take everything off.” He growled, which made you jump to attention, fumbling with your bra clasp for the first time since you started using one so many decades ago.
Baby let out an almost annoyed sound, stepping closer to take the piece of clothing off of you himself. You used the opportunity to ease your curiosity.
“Why did you cover the couch?”
He took his gaze off your breasts in a Herculean effort, and seeing such a man, a demon, an idol, take so much interest in you, to appear to crave you as much as you craved him in that moment, it made something bloom inside you.
“Leather is uncomfortable when sweat and… other things are involved.”
Your mouth fell into an O shape in understanding. Your reaction seemed to amuse Baby as he brought you close to his embrace, a hand creeping over your back resulting, a second later, on the relief of not having your breasts restricted anymore. His long nails, clawlike, dragged the straps down your shoulders and the sound he let out had you clenching over nothing.
As soon as the fabric hit the floor, his hands covered your breasts, massaging the fat of it just to feel you fully on his hands.
Growing weak on the knees, you leaned against him and his touch, hands on his shoulder.
Baby let go of one of your breasts in order to hold your waist once more, guiding you forwards as he sat down on the covered couch to straddle his lap.
You didn’t even have time to think if you were comfortable, not when he attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking on it and making you arch your back, pressing more of yourself against him, hands letting go of his shoulders to favor his hair. Maybe a part of you found it a bit ironic the sort of attention he was giving you, and if he felt your light amusement, it might have been what fueled him to bite the side of your breast while his hand pinched the other. Or maybe he was just an asshole.
Either way, the result was the same, a cry of pleasure coming from your lips and echoing in the empty recording studio. You tugged on his hair, from pleasure or retaliation, you weren’t sure, only to receive a sound from him, a mix of his own pleasure and amusement.
The mint haired demon switched his attention towards the other breast, and by then you felt consumed by everything that was Baby. If you had any type of coherence still holding on to the moment, you would feel embarrassed by the way you started humping against him. But rationality was overrated, and you were nothing but a being made of need.
“You always need to be in control of the situation, sweetheart?” Baby’s voice was deep and rich like hot chocolate. You haven’t even noticed the way you just couldn’t stop moaning and mewling.
“You always have something to say, always nagging me to do or not to do something… It made me dream of stuffing that mouth full of my cock.” His mouth made a path over your neck until it was next to your ear.
“Would you let me use it? Just this once.” Baby begged in a needy drawl that was so uncharacteristic for him you couldn’t help but feel eager to please him.
You kissed him deeply before nodding. But even if you agreed, you also wished to take your time. Kissing his neck this time, leaving your own marks on his skin and finding some joy on the small sounds he let out. You pulled his sweater off, hands mapping the extent of his chest, learning where the lines of his lean torso would lead, mouth following soon after.
As you got to your knees, it was the first time you thought his manspreading was a positive thing. With his legs parted, you had a clear view of what you desired most.
You took a moment to take him in. Baby was slightly out of breath, chest rising and falling out of rhythm, his gaze pinning you down. You felt pride for being the one to leave him in such a state, teasingly running your hands over his thighs.
“Don’t you dare tease me.” He growled.
“So impatient, Baby…” You slowly unzipped his pants. “You know patience is a virtue, right?”
“I’ve been patient.” Baby got so eerily still you felt goosebumps.
“I have patiently waited to grasp your attention. Patiently waited for you to get somewhat comfortable with me. Patiently waited until you were ready to give me exactly what I need .”
“Oh, and you want a ‘congratulations’ note with it?”
“I already told you what I want.” He tilted his head. “I want your mouth so full of my cock the only sound I can hear are those pretty little moans of yours muffled.”
You stared at him, still as stone, for a single moment of defiance, just to show you could resist him. It was only to try and not seem desperate for the very thing he was offering, but in reality it didn’t take that long for you to lower his pants and underwear and pretend you weren’t salivating at the sight of him.
Not being able to help yourself, you pressed your thumb against his tip, smearing his precum over his head, making Baby hiss.
He wasn’t long, he was average really, but the girth of him? It made you daydream. You were certain he’d stretch you out and that it’d be delicious.
You brought your dominant hand close to your mouth, spitting on it and letting your saliva miss with his cum when you brought your hand to his member, gently stroking him at first, tracing over his veins.
A buck of his hips made some of your scrambled thoughts connect once more, and you started to move faster, tightening your hold against him.
“That’s better.” Baby almost sounded relieved.
You watched him for a few heartbeats, taking in the way his face contorted in pleasure, small sounds tumbling past his lips. When his hand came down to grip your hair you decided you needed more too.
Wrapping your lips around his head, you swirled your tongue around before giving a tentatively suck. The groan he let out made your still in place panties cling to you, wetter by the moment. You moved slowly, taking him inch by inch, bobbing your head as you went, until he met the back of your throat. You stilled for a second or so, taking in the feeling of him against your tongue, heavy, warm, hard.
“Fucking perfect.” He panted “I knew you’d be fucking perfect.”
The compliment made you eager to please. Even if his hand was on your hair, you had autonomy over your movements, and they were growing sloppy, an instinct, going up and doing and sucking, hoping, wanting, he’d give you what you needed as a reward.
Baby lost himself in the rhythm you set as well, hips buckling every once in a while, chasing his high.
“Fuck, sweetheart… I’m so close… You better pull away because I’m gonna… ngh… I’m gonna…”
Instead of pulling away, you picked up the pace. Baby made a surprised sound but didn’t complain, his grip tightening in your hair, only to end up holding you in place as he came, your name in the midst of the beautiful symphony of his moans.
You pulled back, swallowing his cum; the taste a bit unpleasant didn’t really get to you as much as his lidded eyes did. You made a show of licking your lips.
“C’mere.” Baby grunted and you complied in a second, climbing back onto the couch with him.
He pinned you down on the blanket, one of his forearms by your head while his free hand traveled down your navel and into your moist panties.
“Look at you… You’re so wet… Is this because of me?”
His grin was predatory, all fangs and lust.
“Baby…” You breathed out.
He pressed the pads of his fingers against your entrance, collecting the essence that pooled over his fingers. You did what you did best in these moments and moaned, needy and broken from a light touch of his, as pathetic as he claimed you were moments before.
“What do you want, sweetheart? I thought we agreed I’d only do as you tell me too.” You didn’t remember agreeing to that, or that talking was such a difficult quest.
You had almost formed an entire sentence in your head when he pressed his fingers to your clit, making you let out a surprised scream of pleasure.
“So sensitive…” He tutted, mockingly disappointed. “I bet you can come just like this, with my fingers on you, but not inside you.”
You thought you’d cry.
“No… No, please… Please… I need…” Your words jumbled together and with the whines you made.
Baby leaned down to kiss your cheeks and then your jaw.
“Tell me.” His voice was more gentle this time, coaxing you to use your words to get what you needed. “Tell me what you want.”
“You… Your mouth… Please, Baby…”
“Anything for my darling.”
For a single moment you could breathe without the weight of him comforting and pressing against you, but it wasn’t a breath of relief, it was the intake of air before begging cries. Not that you’d need it, because you soon found out that Baby only ‘left’ because he was making his way down your body, in between your legs. He carefully pulled your underwear off, and over your own erratic heartbeat you swear you heard him moan at the sight of you, fully bare, spread and wet for him.
You lifted yourself on your forearms to take a look at him but your head fell back as soon as his mouth made contact with your core.
Baby lapped on your juices desperately, starved. His hands held you down and open, preventing your quivering legs from closing around his head, or for your hips to raise to meet his mouth. He took his time savoring you, as if you were an exquisite drink he’d never have the chance to taste again, but eventually he placed his mouth on your clit and gave it his undivided attention.
He was making you see the colors of the Honmoon and they only got more intense once his finger pressed against your entrance.
In such a hazy state of mind you didn’t notice, but Baby had retracted his long claw-like nails so as to not hurt you, slowly pushing a finger inside and massaging your walls.
You think you said something because soon enough he added another finger, scissoring you as he still sucked on your clit.
You tugged hard on his hair, making him groan against you, the vibrations sending another shockwave of pleasure. You should be embarrassed with how easily you came, with the way you screamed his name. But the way he lapped oh so desperately on your cum, like he couldn’t get enough, you discovered you didn’t care, you just wanted him… and you needed more.
“Baby…” How many times have you called out his name today, breathy and needy? Didn’t matter.
“Baby… need more…”
“You’re not satisfied yet, (y/n)?” He chuckled darkly.
“Good. Neither am I.”
Music to your ears.
Baby climbed on top of you once more, his darkened eyes on yours as he lined himself on your entrance, grasping every reaction to him as he pushed inside.
Slowly, so slowly, he stretched you towards the brink of pleasure. Just taking him in left you panting, eyes hazed, mind scattered into a million tiny pieces that screamed in unison, begging him to move.
He started just as slow as his entrance, moving ooooooouuuuuuttt and then iiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn.
Torturous. Delicious. You felt every vein, every time his hips met yours. It was too good. It was not enough. It was too much. You needed more. More. Mooooore.
You gripped his shoulders, long nails drawing dark blood as you broke the skin, Baby let out a hiss, thrusting harder on an instinct.
You babbled, words stumbling over themselves in the hurry to leave your lips, asking, begging, pleading.
What a blessing it was that Baby heard every single word. His thrusts grew faster, rough. They didn’t hit as deep but they were the best thing to ever happen in your existence.
He held onto the arm of the couch for support, his eyes not moving from your face making you meet his gaze, mesmerized by it, lost in the pleasure he gave you.
His other hand made its way down to hold your leg over his hip, the position intimate and close. He slowed down for a couple of thrusts to be able to hit as deep inside you as before, leaving you arching your back and tightening the hold you had on him.
It grew desperate and messy, Baby leaned his head down to kiss your skin, to suck on it and mark you even more. You were getting closer to the edge of pleasure, still sensitive from before. Yet you couldn’t tell him, words escaped you once again. But he knew from the way you tightened around him and how your eyes pleaded for him to continue. And he did. Until you scratched his back raw and screamed his name again once his thumb met your clit, moving in delicious circular movements. His head fell to your shoulder, thrusts without rhythm but plenty of purpose, moving until he pressed as deep inside you as he could and let himself go.
You panted, but breathing eluded you time and time again tonight.
When Baby pulled back, you felt the way his cum dripped out of your hole, the mental image making you moan.
You thought he’d get up and leave, or help you clean if he was a good demon. Instead he turned you to lay on your stomach.
“Wha-... Baby?” You looked over your shoulder, trying to see his face.
“One more.” You weren’t sure you heard it right.
“One more and I’ll stop. Please, I promise I’ll stop, I just… I need one more.”
You felt him humping against your backside, still wet from your first round, surprisingly still as hard as before.
“O-or tell me to stop now… I… I’ll let you go but I-...”
For a man so sure of himself, so confident, hearing him beg was new… and it turned you on a lot.
You nodded.
“One more.”
You swear he let out a breath of relief before positioning himself against your entrance again. The stretch of him was as good as before, burning in that delicious way a little less.
Baby pressed himself against your back, forehead pressed against your temple and lips by your ear, making it possible for you to hear every single moan and whimper of his.
His movements weren’t desperate like before, they were measured, hard and deep, like he wanted to make it last as long as he could.
You, on the other hand, gripped the blanket under yourself, moaning repeatedly and just enjoying every delicious thrust.
The studio was filled with a different type of song, one of pleasure and desire, meant only for your ears, so that when ecstasy came rushing through your veins, only you knew the sound of euphoria, and it sounded exactly like your name coming out of Baby’s lips.
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“Once we break that Honmoon.” Baby panted as he held you close. “We can be free. We can do whatever we want, and just… be together.”
You nuzzled against him, pulling yourself as close as possible, trying to merge yourself onto his very being.
Brief summary: Cale's ship easily passes through the pirate ships because they're scared of his DA. Cale arrives at Island 16.
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Nothing much happened today. The first half was from the perspective of a pirate captain who encountered Cale's ship, thinking it was easy prey, only to be unable to move once the effect of DA struck them.
Cale's group decided to land on Island 16, known for its neutrality.
Archie: So, we're not going to take over Island 16?
Ron: *glares at him*
Archie: *gets chills at Ron's glare*
Ron: Island 16 is very large. It would take far too long for us to occupy that island.
Archie: Ah, well. Yeah. *looks away in disbelief*
HD: Indeed, can we proceed quietly?
I'm sorry, Ron, but Cale's past actions isn't exactly helping Cale. 🤣🤣🤣 And Archie was not buying it, and could totally feel that Cale would do something similar in the near future. 🤣🤣🤣 Even HD could tell even though he had recently joined the group. 🤣🤣🤣
“Bluffing really is the best.”
I'm not even tired!
There's no pain even when exerting strength!
There's no need to expend energy fighting gods—just maintain the aura for a decent length of time, so it's incredibly easy!
Just as Cale was feeling satisfied, Heavenly Demon abruptly spat out.
“Guess we can't go quietly after all.”
At those words, Cale faltered.
HD developed a "Cale planting a flag" detection skill. 🚩😂😂😂
The later part was some background setting. The ruler of Island 19, Shark, was planning to kidnap the younger sibling of Island 16's general in his attempt to take it over and upgrade his status. He had the backing of the General 3 from Island 3.
The funny thing was General 3 bragging about his connection to his Dragon King elder, whom General 3 said would help in their plan. But judging from the description of that Dragon King, I'm 100% sure that's 3E... and 3E was as good as dead in the Demon Realm. RIP scheming General 3 and Pirate Shark. 😂😂😂
Ending Remarks
So many 🚩flags planted today. Next chapter would be Cale's landing at Island 16. He's definitely going to save the younger sibling of Island 16's general, right? And that's how he'll "take over" the island, right? 😂
I know Halloween is over, but did you think of what monsters the Zeldas might be? I know you said Sun was a gorgon!
...This got longer than expected >u< Reply is under the cut because it's big!
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Ooh, that's a tricky question! Well, I already have Sun and Fable figured out at least. (I'm gonna use the popular fan names for the LU Zeldas here but I'll try and clarify them with their Link):
Sun is a gorgon, yes! She has to be careful about not turning people to stone by looking into their eyes, but since Sky is living stone already, her magic doesn't affect him and they are very deeply and sappily in love ^u^ Maybe she has a cool selection of shaded glasses to wear so she can still hang out with her friends. And maybe she knows a counter-stone spell if someone catches her unawares >u< I'm thinking she's the ruler of a sky kingdom in this lore.
I also mentioned briefly that Fable, Legend’s Zelda, is a vampire in the castle next to his! Poor immortal dude needed a long-lasting friend (& maybe more wink wink). She keeps him from losing track of time and going insane, and he does the same for her. She also has incredible decorating skills and has roped Legend into helping her host spectacular holiday parties. Hers and Legend's castles are frequent hang-outs for monster friends, since it can get a bit lonely there.
Dot, Four's Zelda, is also a slime (a pink one!) because I'm having WAY too much fun thinking up slime lore and also because then I can say she's Four's "goofriend," lol. >u< She also loves little Shadow (and he obviously adores her but won't admit it yet) and I think it would be a cute idea if he piggy-backed with Dot a few times, to give Four and his grandpa a break from baby-sitting. Sometimes Four wonders if they'll just get into even more trouble that way, haha. Ooh added thought: maybe she's princess of the slimes! Their region contains humans and non-slime monsters too (example: Vaati's just a crazy scientist human) but the majority of the little kingdom's a bunch of slimes and Minish rats.
Maybe Dawn's a sort of deep-woodland faerie? Because, you know, Hyrule attracts them? >w< It's a little based on how satyrs and sprites tend to go together in Greek myth, only here it's a fairy and deer cryptid, haha. She has a more deer/mouse-like face, very elegant and elf-like, and big, intricate wings like a translucent butterfly. Aurora would likely also be a faerie in this case, either Dawn's older sister or cousin. Both are royalty in the woods, and Hyrule is one of their most trusted forest guardians.
Tetra is the same sea monster species as Wind and Aryll, but maybe a different type, and looks far more fierce and rougher since she's from tougher oceans. Maybe she would look more shark-like? Definitely has sharper teeth and claws and taught Wind and his sister everything they'd need to know about plundering, ha! Knows where the best shipwreck zones are for sure. Maybe she has bioluminescence to represent the pirate's charm she uses with Wind? Maybe a stone set in her forehead or chest... or she just wears one like in the game =)
I thought of a cool one for Dusk, Twilight's Zelda: A haunted puppet! Like a living china doll mixed with Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Maybe she was originally created by an evil king as an heir and completely loyal mouthpiece, but developed her own independence from him once the evil ruler was slain and now runs her kingdom much more fairly. Ooh and maybe she once WAS the real, living princess of the land, but the evil king killed her and trapped her soul in a puppet that he could control better. Yeah I like that. She gets the gothic spooky backstory >=)
Artemis, let's see... y'know what? She should be a ghost too, I like the aesthetic, and given that Warriors had a good long life alongside Artemis, his wife, they can be a ghost couple. While Wars acts as a guiding hand for heroes and knights, Artemis is an elusive spiritual confidant for wise fellow rulers and friends across this spooky Hyrule. I think she'd also have fun with making suits of armor walk around as a prank (or to protect people). Does this make Wars not only a captain but also the prince? Haha maybe (I didn't really think that far through it since originally this was just an art challenge) Even as princess/queen, Artemis is kind and fair to all. She, Wars, and Time (and young Legend maybe???) all knew each other while they were more "alive"/human. (sans Legend who was always a vampire)
Flora I had some trouble with... I didn't really want to make her a zombie like Wild, but she IS a scientist and full of magic... so, maybe some sort of sorceress/necromancer? Ooh maybe she's the one who brought Wild back!!! Perhaps she was trying to find spells that would help the kingdom but nothing was working, until Wild gets KO'd and suddenly she goes almost crazy trying to magic him back, until she awakens her magic and she succeeds! Her appearance has probably changed a bit as well from the magic strain, though she's still sort of in the same age range as Wild. Maybe she looks more haggard, maybe starts to reflect some dragon-like features like scales or claws in some places as an effect from magic overdose, because she used dragon parts in her spells? Idk, she's a hard monster to pin down =) (I wonder if she'd ever figure out how to make Wild look more normal and not so freeze-dried... Wild doesn't mind too much because he thinks it makes him look rad but Flora's determined. She kinda misses her boyfriend being more hugable lol .)
Lullaby, Time's Zelda... Maybe a ninja mummy or something like that? Lullaby could be an ancient warrior who was preserved with magic binding cloths for the task of protecting the crown, perhaps she never was royalty herself, but more akin to what a Sheikah would be. (Maybe even Artemis's sister? Or sister-like friend) Her design was heavily based on Sheik. She is very serious, very intimidating, but loves music! Throughout the years she watches over Artemis's and Warriors's decedents. And likely keeps tabs on Legend, too.
Bonus gal, Malon! She's a proper, fun, fall/country themed witch! The opposite to Flora, Malon is a very experienced and skilled magician, and her vibe is very bright and woodsy (think Radagast the Brown mixed with the vibe of Howl's Moving Caste) She is Time's wife but I'm still, ironically, trying to figure out how that works on a timeline. I'm thinking she either had a backfire spell or curse that turned her into a scarecrow until Time came back as a skeleton many generations later, and they reunited. (Her kids and grandkids passed down her scarecrow form with much mystery and reverence. Maybe Twilight is the current guardian of her scarecrow form when her curse is finally broken?) I like to think that Time's reawakened skeleton curse is like a reverse werewolf, so that for a few days each month, he gets to have his human form for a little while, to Malon's delight.
...Hoo boy I'm going to write a timeline, aren't I? I'm too detail oriented to ignore it... I won't be able to let this go until I do.... asdsdgjdkgjlfkfd this was supposed to be an art challenge asdgadghsfdhkfgjflfg-
I am.. kind of the fence about the ending. I know that it worked for some people and didn't work for some, and I feel that both of those feelings are valid.
First, I think cinematography + music score wise, they maintained that amazing quality from start to finish. There was a kind of haunting, melancholy note throughout and the ending delivered on that front too. I really loved how it was shot.
Character wise, I think some of them worked for me and some didn't.
I found the Emperor to be portrayed well. I was kind of annoyed by him for most of the show, but the ending redeemed him because it reframed his entire arc by showing his growth as a ruler. He was mistrustful and frankly lacked sensibility and judgement, but he ended the show actually reflecting on these faults.
I think we saw parallels of how he grew from two particular scenes. The first was his conversation with MXY in the very beginning, where he refused to take responsibility of Yuan Fang's death and ended up blaming MXY for the past. The next conversation was between him and Duke Hua, where he was finally willing to admit his role in everything that went wrong and sought guidance instead. I think his growth was realistic for a teen emperor and liked how he was handled.
The Empress Dowager was.. unremarkable. I liked how, in her final moments, no one paid her any attention because she was frankly not worth any. If our leads had actively tried to counter her, I would've felt bad because she never deserved such effort anyway.
I think she kept excusing her own awful actions throughout her life because she always saw herself as the oppressed instead of the oppressor. yes, things were definitely hard for her as a woman and a consort, but she was so absorbed in that injustice that she never saw the injustice she inflicted upon others.
She could've been a very compelling villain indeed if she just had more agency. I think the reason she just seemed lukewarm all the time is because she only reacted (very mildly if i say so) to the events happening around her instead of actively shaping the narrative. If she had shown even a bit more agency (like actively sabotaging MXY and Ye Li) then she would have been received a Lot better.
Moving on to Prince Cicada... I have nothing good to say about him or his character. The show framed him as a tragic villain but it just didn't land. He was annoying from start to finish and I didn't feel any emotions other than irritation watching him.
They tried to give him a tragic backstory and even let him perform a smart maneuver or two to make him more 3D, but he stayed totally one dimensional for me.
In fact, during his demise scene, all I could think about was Shen Yurong from The Double. Now THAT was an impactful last scene for a truly three dimensional character. His actions made sense, his death made sense.
But I digress. Coming back to Mo Jingli, my first and last impression of him was his whining by the pond. Enough said.
(Not gonna spare more than 2 sentences on Ye Ying because just when I thought she finally gathered herself she went right back to being mindless. I would have appreciated seeing more of Han Mingxi instead but they sort of abandoned him and I'm still a little salty about it)
Now, MXY. Well, i loved MXY. He was graceful, patient, intelligent, strong and composed throughout the show. I especially liked how he treated Ye Li's mental illness with such patience and love. What I didn't like however was his Sorely Dimished screen time in the last half. I mean... isn't he supposed to be the ML? Why were we shown only sparse scenes of his campaign against the rebels? Why did we see an extended fight between Duke Hua and Mo Jingli?
They spent the entire show proving to us that he is this legendary General. But they ended up making him so OP that they diminished his character (and screen time) completely 🥲
(On a side note I have to give credit where its due. Cheng Lei once again did a phenomenal job. He was Excellent at emoting MXY throughout. What a powerhouse actor.)
And finally, Ye Li. I... I wanted so much more for her, you know? She immediately climbed the ranks to become my favorite FL in first 4 episodes, but her character gradually kept shrinking, somehow. Her drive in the initial episodes was so passionate, but it seemed like she lost that by the end.
To give some examples of what I mean.
At first, Ye Li came down from the mountain really spirited. She had goals like taking revenge, helping Prince Ding household, running a business etc. As she fulfilled those goals, she never found any new ones. She just kind of became very empty, like she no longer had any interest in the world around her. I do understand that she had some really tough mental struggles (which were handled very well i must say) and that would have led to her needing a break from purpose itself, but I was hoping for her to heal at least marginally by the end of the show.
Even her relationship with MXY. At first, she took initiative to get closer to him. She was determined to light up his life. But as they closer, it seemed like Ye Li became more and more withdrawn. MXY remained her anchor, yes, but it felt like she retreated into her mind.
I mean, the girl was running around everyday, growing rocks, stealing cutting trees, fighting bullies with her nephew, doing children's homework, holding banquets for her staff, running her shop, bickering with Mingxi, offering sweets to MXY, telling him stories etc. etc. And by the end of the show, we see her doing absolutely nothing except reacting to events around her. Again, the same thing as ED: they took away her agency.
She only seemed a little alive when she impulsively took a horse to go all the way to Suixue Pass to find MXY. And thats the one scene I really liked, because she had agency in those moments again.
Right speaking of our Main CP. They started out so well. And I hate to say it but their relationship kind of lost momentum. I usually love domestic couples whose relationship is boring and safe, but I felt like MXY and YL didn't even have that (i think partly because they never got to.. be truly real with each other? At first they were suspicious, then later ye li had a Lot going on and when there were finally no secrets, MXY was sent off to battle :/) I think in the last stretch they kind of sidelined those two to focus on wrapping up other people's plotlines and ended up with two people who were just reacting to these events (and by extension, each other).
So well.. honestly. It all really boils down to agency, for me. Let characters shape the narrative instead of just reacting, Please. The first jasmine was a very, very good show and would have been a spectacular masterpiece if only there were slightly less meandering side plots and more agency for the main characters (protagonists and antagonists both).
