Can you tell me how beautiful older sister Sasha would dress up her baby brother? And play doll with him? Pleaseeeee? I wanna know how far in depth her cute lil dress up kink goes!!
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She would pick out very very cute things. Like nothing TOO feminine for him, but just pretty things, aesthetically pleasing. Styles his hair, picks out rings and such for him. Laces up his cute boots and coos that he's such a cute Prince.
Maybe take him on a horse ride to show him off! What a cutie!
Also, does like the thought of him in lingerie. Something made for women, maybe a corset, cute undergarments, stockings with a garter. Likes him walking around and she gets to know exactly what you're wearing underneath it all.
Going to make you sit on her bed all still and cute as she works, before she finally tucks herself under the prince's skirts to press her cheek against the cute lacy bulge he has. Just to destress.
A short letter fic for Our Last Liaisons by @rotting-ink who's amazing work has been plaguing me with severe brainworms.
ao3 link here!
♡ ship: pavel volchek x princess reader (x the aide if you squint)
♡ about: pasha's needy sister throws a tantrum on paper while he is being a dutiful soldier, the aide is more talkative when pissed off.
♡ warnings: err, its fluff but the ship is step-cest so.
To my most beloved, my darling, my sun—
To His Highness Prince Pavel Tasiavich Volchek,
From your afflicted sister, left abandoned in the frosty forests of silence,
It has been a hundred years since I last glanced upon your face, and it will be near as long—nay, a thousand more since I have received nary a word from you. Each morning I rise with the sun and ask the steward if word has come from the battlefront, and each morning I am told, with the cruelty of indifference, “No, none yet.” far too much for my liking. Shall I die of disappointment? Shall I wither like a frost-bitten lily? Shall I perish from neglect?
I so terribly want to quarrel with you, I would scold you most heartily, but how am I to do that with a ghost? For that is what you are now!—a wraith! A shadow of a brother! A prince of fog! You leave me no letters, and thus no way to quarrel with you. You rob me of my earned right to voice my displeasure so cruelly!
Oh! Rabid werewolf! Rat-sucking vampire! Turkey cock! No, a peacock! Exotic tom-cat! Golden pheasant! Salty snail! Serpent in the sheets! lion in the reeds! You are all these things and worse!
When you left me saddled in your house and rode off in your accursed red uniform, you gave me your word to write to me so often that I would forget your absence. Yet you broke your vow to me for I know nothing but! You lie, precious brother, and you should be ashamed of it! I shall demand the army strip you of your medals for such crimes! Mother herself should strip you of your rank and title for such a great betrayal against your own kin!
Am I to lose my mind along with my health? Would that please you, brother? Will you be satisfied then, seeing me become an empty husk with how much I long for your company? For you to come home only to find your sister a shell of longing and silk?
I remain, despite my better judgment, your loving, suffering sister
——— Tatsiavna Kiss-Kosa of House Aureus
To General Pavel,
Write.
She has not ceased her whining for fifty four days. I know because she counts every day aloud.
The household sleeps not in trying to appease her. The cook has taken to weeping in the storage room at the rising number of abandoned meals.
She paces from dawn to dusk, announcing your betrayal to the heavens, the walls, her dolls and to me. I am but a person of few words. I have used them all in telling her to sit. She will not sit.
If you have mercy on the staff hired in this estate and wish to return to a sane retainer, write. I do not care if you are still barricaded somewhere or all the couriers are dead. Write. A single page. A line. Your name. Send a fucking strand of your beard if there is no ink.
I like to imagine a reader who was a queen or something and just can't stay away from diavolo so she is always visiting him.
Smt like
Mc: Hello dear King of the hell
Dia: Hii again mc!!
Lucifer: Not again * face palm
Omg this is so interesting.
Mc feels that Diavolo can understand them, because they are in the same situation.
And Diavolo is super happy because he has a friend with whom he can share all his worries. They are so close that everybody is a little upset because they have jokes that only them can understand.
***Hello Ladies, Lords and Noble Persons of all kinds! Welcome once again to the Hive's Fantastical Ball! I was going to post this one later after a different fic, but I want to make sure I get at least one fic out to you guys, sooo enjoy this one now! This fic was one that I was all too happy to write. It's quite short, but it's sweet and I personally love it. I hope you enjoy it!***
Summary: In honour of their hard work and loyalty in the Devildom, MC has been knighted as Layde MC of the House of Lamentation. The coronation and ball were a sweeping success, but now the real work of a noble person begins. Barbatos works with MC to try and teach them the manners and protocols of being a royal in the Devildom.
You were practically bouncing as you followed Barbatos into the royal study.
It had been a week since you were crowned Layde MC of the House of Lamentation and protector of the human world. Today your training for your new life was finally beginning.
You turned to Barbatos and beamed in excitement. "So what first? Do I learn how to pass regulations? Do I learn my duties in the Devildom court? Am I going to have to learn to ride a horse?"
Barbatos chuckles and places his hands on your shoulders as he leads you to a table that he set up and sits you down. "Those will all come shortly. For now, we focus on the basics: how to present yourself and proper manners and etiquette."
You blinked at Barbatos and frowned. "Wait. You're giving me a manners lesson?"
He sat down across from you in a fluid smooth action and raised an eyebrow at you. "Who else do you think would teach you? Lord Diavolo?" he laughed and shook his head. "I think not. I adore my Lord, however, I can barely keep him following etiquette as it is."
You snorted and hunched over as your shoulders shook with laughter.
Barbatos took in your posture and the very improper chortle that was coming from you and sighed in amusement. "I see I have my work cut out for me," he tapped the table twice to get your attention looked softly at you. "Let's begin, shall we?"
You glanced down at the teacup sitting from of you and casually lifted it with two fingers. "What are you going to teach me? How to stick out my pinky and lift my nose up at peasants?"
Barbatos raised an eyebrow at you as he stood and snapped open a book with one hand. "Oh? So you think this will be easy?" He looked down at the book, and began to read off, "No nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, slurping, burping, twittering or frittering allowed," he smirked as he noticed your shocked expression. "Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud."
You chuckled nervously as you set down the teacup. "Y-You're...You're joking right?"
Barbatos smiled and showed the book cover to you. "The Devildom's Guide to Royal Etiquette doesn't allow joking, Layde MC. That was only the tip of the iceberg, as you would say in the human realm." his eyes scanned over your sitting form. "For example, as you are now, your shoulders are hunched, you back is against the chair, your legs are casually spread. You are leaning on the table in embarrassment on your elbows, and the way you picked up that teacup earlier was simply disgraceful."
You winced at the blows to your ego and hunched down even more. "Geeze, way to give it to me lightly Barbs."
You jumped as his hand came to rest on top of yours. Looking up, you found the butler affectionately looking down at you. "Fortunately, you are not untrainable like Mammon, my Layde. There is hope for you."
He moved away from you once more and pulled out his chair so that you could see what he was doing. "You must sit away from the back of the chair, your back straight with pride, shoulders back and chin high. Your legs should be closed, as is proper, and tucked at an angle under your chair," you watched as he carefully demonstrated the actions as he spoke of them.
You knitted your eyebrows in concentration as you slowly mimicked his movements until you were mirroring him.
He smiled at the sight and nodded in approval. "Good. Now table manners."
He sat with you for the next two hours going over which cutlery to use when, the proper way to hold a teacup and pour tea, what it means to rest your knife and fork on a plate in different positions once finished, and how to use and lay your napkin. All the while, he kept constant surveillance on your posture and your conversation manners.
Eventually, he rose and gestured for you to do the same. He slowly began to walk around you with his hands tucked behind his back. "You did well today, Layde MC. There is still much to go over, such as you posture," you shivered as he ran a hand down your spine before placing slight pressure on the middle of your back. A second hand came just under your chin and gently lifted it. "We have covered a lot today. You can come back tomorrow and we can continue this lesson," his eyes sparkled as his hands dropped and he moved into your line of sight once more. "I must admit, my Layde, I am quite grateful for these lessons and the time that it allows us to spend together," he took your hand into his own and gently kissed the back of it as he bowed lowly. "I shall cherish this time."
Your cheeks flushed as you stared wide-eyed at the charming butler. He casually fixed his gloves, as though he hadn't just caused your brain to short circuit. You took a step towards him. "Barbatos, I-"
He chuckled and met your gaze once more. "Remember your lessons, MC. You are a noble person, and I am your butler and teacher. Although I do admittedly care for you," his expression softened to reveal a look of pure love and adoration; you felt your breath catch in your throat, "it would not be proper for us to become anything more than close friends. You are dismissed for the day, my Layde."
You could only watch as Barbatos scooped up the book from the table and left the room. You blinked at the spot where the butler once stood and rested a hand on your chest. You could feel your heart pounding within the confines of your rib cage.
The noble and their servant. A forbidden love story told throughout the ages, and yet, you had never thought that you would be able to call the story your own.
***Did I just write an entire fic based off of Barbie's The Princess and the Pauper's "To Be a Princess"? Yes. Yes I did. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic and thanks again to everyone taking part in the Ball!***
This looked like fun! Idc if it's old or new, always wanted to give a meme/challenge a try!! Pick a number and I'll do my best to draw it! Comment or rt to participate!
Altissia: *humming to himself, reading a pamphlet*
Lucifer: *was about to walk past but spots the spa pamphlet, immediately walks over*
Lucifer: What are you doing?
Altissia: Reading about spas in the Devildom. Asmodeus thought it would be great to go to one next week. *smiles*
Lucifer's Thoughts: Don't let his charm fool you, keep your guard up! But then again I can't refuse those kitten eyes...
Altissia: *purring and gives kitten eyes*
Lucifer: Ok fine, but on one condition. Everybody else can come with. I can't allow you to be alone even with Asmodeus being there. It's dangerous to go out there to begin with for humans and angels alike.
What did the RO's expect Royal!mc to be like before they met or knew each other? Does a royal mc have a reputation outside the castle?
Several of the ROs have met Royal!MC, or know of them, so I won’t get into them. But the others...
Kida: He absolutely despises the royal family, MC included. Little is known about the Heir, as the capital is usually in lock down. What info gets out is usually steeped in rumor, but it usually tips toward the Heir being a coward and just as bad as their father. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill them if it meant ending the madness.
Vanerith: He’s rather ambivalent toward the Heir. He’s spent most of his time trying to survive to focus on the country’s rulers.
Eshad: As he’s usually attached to a young nymph named Deverin, he doesn’t know much about the Heir. He doesn’t really care, either. All he knows is that the royal family has descended into madness. As far as he can tell at least. It’s hard to guess what’s rally going on when he can’t leave his current master’s side.
Aenon: They are frightened of the Heir. It’s difficult to gauge the MC as a person, but after dealing with their father, it’s left a fear that they can’t explain. It would take meeting them in person to assuage any fears they have.
