Gather your hexed objects, paintbrushes, quills, and daggers! It is time to prepare for a week of wicked delights! November 2nd - November 8th is going to be a week of fun for the Seven (Eight) Circles.
More detailed themes for each day below:
Day 1: Dancing at a Bonfire
Music and laughter drummed all around. How does music influence the circles? Perhaps a song reminds you of one of the princes. Or a lyric/poem inspires you.
For example: Write a fic based on a song like Happier Than Ever with Prince Pride. Or Iris for Wrath. Have fun with this one!
Day 2: Tell Me I'm Your Favorite Sin
This will be a very juicy! One because the princes hate showing other sins. Some examples would be Wrath showing Lust's sin or Pride showing Sloth's How would they react? What would they do? Who's causing them to act this way? Does anyone else notice? 👀
Day 3: Some Kind of Knight and Not a Wicked Prince
Reader/OC is in charge or saves the Prince. Or one of the current FMC's like Adriana, bosses Gluttony around.
Day 4: Many Texts in My Collection
In celebration of Sloth getting his book and Lore being a fellow book lover. This day will be about the princes being in our world. What would they do with the reader?
Or an AU where they are in one of your other favorite books.
Day 5: The Brothers
Exploring the brothers relationships. Maybe one gives another advice or they have family dinner together once a month that leads to bickering.
Day 6: Free Day of Indulgence
Free day! Anything you would like to post on this day about the princes!
Day 7: Biggest Party of the Century
This could be anything! Weddings, the Feast of Wolves, victorious hunt, you name it! They love to party!
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Day 4 is here! Just to be clear, If you’ve read the discussions I’ve had with @hrizantemy about religion on my other blog, you know I have a complicated views and relationship with religion that will likely come through here. To the point where I get somewhat existential over there. These are just my thoughts, and these headcannons don’t encompass my whole thoughts about religion, or even parts of them. They’re diluted to fit the layout of this fic, and won’t be addressed here. I’ve had people irl hea me ask these kinds of questions and take it as a sign to try and convert me, so please don’t do that. Otherwise, let’s agree to disagree, yeah? For now, I’m glad to be caught up. I have a poll on my page asking about how you wanna see fics posted in the future, so feel free to give your two cents. It should be right beneath this post. @princeofsinweek
Day 4: The Many Texts in my Collection
Yapping - Sloth x reader
TW: Um, I ask some questions about religion people may find uncomfortable. They’re based on my own thoughts or opinions, but diluted enough to fit the layout of this fic. I don’t plan to go in depth or try to address any of them here.
📖 Sloth wasn’t sure how he got here. One moment he was in his house of sin, the next, he was in a strangely decorated room.
The sight of book pages stuck to the wall, shaped like a heart in one area, and coating a mother corner seemingly at random, made his eye twitch. Amongst the remnants of desecrated literature stuck to the wall were colourful pictures. Some were obviously illustrations, but others seemed so realistic, he wasn’t sure what to make of them. More of those illustrations were taped to a bookshelf, right across from the bed, beside the window. There was also a desk pushed against the other wall, with multiple bottles, pots, boxes, stationary and books scattered all over it. Some, he recognised as stationary, while others were clearly cosmetics and perfumes. But the strange slab made of what felt like glass, and a bit of metal was entirely new to him.
No candles or chandeliers hang in the room, but strange contraptions in the ceiling emit a mix of soft orange and harsh white light-
“AGHHHHHHHHHH!”
📖 He was so caught up in exploring his new surroundings, that he didn’t realise someone entered 7til he heard the scream, followed by glass shattering.
He watched you stumble back out the door, scrambling away before your back hit another door across from your own, separated by a very, very small hallway. Your legs were bare, but you wore what seemed like a sleep dress? It was a pale yellow, with a blue cat and brown mouse on it, along with the names ‘Tom & Jerry’. It was clearly old, somewhat tattered in places, but seemed comfortable enough.
Your hair fell down your back in waves, and bright eyes stared up at him in horror. He walked carelessly across the shattered glass to kneel beside you. Before you could scream again, he placed a hand over your mouth, and brought a free one to his lips. You took several breaths through your nose before nodding at his demand.
📖 After that, Sloth and his new friend are able to talk, though I doubt you believe he’s a demon. Not until he pulls out the wings, maybe even take her for a flight. But you’re deathly terrified of heights, and hates rollercoasters, so you don’t have a good time. But, once they’ve established who he is and why he’s in her room, I’d say he might ask for information about things he didn’t understand.
“So this is an… I-pad?”
“Yeah. There are a bunch of tablets that function pretty similarly, but these are the most popular.”
“And you do… what exactly?”
“Pretty much everything. I watch shows, like plays but recorded as did with special effects to make them look realistic, but some of them are animated too, so basically a bunch of pictures played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement. Um, I also write essays for school on here, do other projects, research, read books, text-“
“Read?”
📖 God help you when he learns about e-readers and apps like Apple Books or the kindle app.
📖 Soon enough, you’re lounging on your bed, reading on your kindle, while he’s made himself comfortable at your desk, reading on your iPad, occasionally using your browser to research something.
📖 One thing he didn’t account for, however, is how much you yap.
“So, if you’re a demon, does that mean He’ll is real?”
“Is heaven real too?”
“What’s it like?”
“Why did you leave?”
“Why did your brothers leave?”
“Is God real?”
“Why doesn’t he do something to make this world better?”
“Can he even interfere? If not, then wouldn’t that mean he’s not a god?”
📖 He found it bothersome at first, but some of these questions surprised him.
“If God is real, and can interact with our world, why won’t he stop the bad things?”
“If your brother is the one who tempted eve, why are we the ones punished for his crime?”
“If he lets us suffer, giving us no reason to believe in him other than corrupt institutions that push the burden of that belief onto those who suffer, why should we?”
“What kind of ‘all loving deity’ lets people burn forever because they stopped believing, when he was the one that let them suffer for no reason?”
“If we’re going to burn forever for not believing, why give us free will, thus the option to not believe?”
“Also, isn’t the reason we have knowledge of good and evil because Eve ate the fruit? Why not undo it if he’s so powerful?”
“Why should we be punished for exercising the free will he gave us?”
📖 Not all of your questions are region based though. Sometimes he enjoys listening to you mindlessly bitch about a trope, author or series that bugs you. These were ones he’d be more likely to answer, in some capacity.
“Can you believe the author had the audacity to respond to those comments like- like that?!”
“Her manipulation tactics could use some work.”
“What did she think was going to happen when she decided approach the guy people called ‘the mad king’ huh?! What made her think any of what he said would make sense?!”
“What would you have done in her shoes?”
“Uhhh….”
“Thought so.”
“What would you do if..”
📖 Sloth had plenty of questions of his own though. Mostly about mundane stuff. But in cases where you didn’t know, you’d research it together.
“So that’s how fuel powers a car. I never would’ve searched that without you!L
“You’d take a mode of transportation without knowing fully how it works? What if it broke down, or you needed to procure a new one?”
“I don’t think that’s what toasters are made fo- WAIT! YOU’LL GET ELECTROCUTED!”
“No! Don’t break it! It wasn’t trying to kill you, I swear!”
“Yeah, so audiobooks are for people who may be neurodivergent, and struggle to stay focused on a book, or maybe people who poor eyesight, for any number of reasons, and can’t see. Oh, or even people who want to read but are constantly on the move, so they can just listen while doing their thing!”
“Neurodivergent?”
“Well, yeah. Knowledge should be accessible to everyone, but so should rest, and the librarian can’t get that unless we go home.”
“In my library, I never had to leave.”
“ That’s because it encompasses your whole house,”
📖 He shows her magic.
“Oh my god, it’s really floating!”
“It’s not that impressive. This kind of magic is basic.”
“I wish I could light fires like that.”
“Oh, that must be so useful in a fight!”
📖 Despite being a bit of a yapper, Sloth finds that you like demanding to hear stories from him too.
“Wait, so the were you like pow! Bam! Haya! Take that! And the-“
“No one makes those sounds while fighting.”
“Well, you should.”
“Wait, tell me about that! I wanna hear about the dragons!”
“They sound scary!”
“They’re ice dragons…”
“They sound amazing!”
“Werewolf blood can do that? Sounds like it can make a sticky situation worse then.”
“How many gods are there in the Underworld?”
“Awww, they sound like such a sweet couple!”
“Honestly, if any of your brothers’ lives were romance books, I’d read them all. They sound so cute!”
“Don’t ever tell them that. For your sake, and mine.”
“Come on! Tell it again, please.”
“Owieeee! Alright, alright! I’ll go to bed! Just don’t pinch my cheeks like that!”
📖 By the time he’s found a way home, he’s reluctant to leave and your ever present questions, that he’d come to adore, only made it harder.
“Do you have to go?”
“I have so many more questions.”
“Will you come visit?”
“Stay just one more night?”
“Send me a postcard. I’ll frame it on my wall like a trophy!”
📖 So he decides to ask one final question of his own.
Here’s day 3, and I have some extra bits I wanted to add onto day 4 before posting it, so it’ll be up in a few hours! This one is much shorter, but I had a lot of fun writing it. It’s the first non-Euphemia-centred fic I’ve written for this Prince of Sin week, but I’m curious, do y’all prefer Euphemia fics or non-Euphemia fics? I’ll probably post a poll about it later, but feel free to leave thoughts. And feel free to let me know what you think Gluttony did. @princeofsinweek
Day 3: Some Kind of Knight and not a Wicked Prince
Royally fucked up
WC: 569
TW: None. Other than a pissed off Adriana? No.
Val’s eyes gleam at the scene unfolding, her lips stretched into a satisfied grin. Beside her, Vanity Raven, who had become a frequent guest at house Gluttony, didn’t bother to hide the amused twinkle in her eyes, nor her snickers, while Eden, her lover, merely shook her head in fond amusement. Even from beside he dais, they saw The Prince of Gluttony’s brows twitch. His jaw was locked and his narrowed gaze was set on his throne, where his beloved had made herself comfortable.
“Sweet nemesis, don’t you think this is going a bit far?” He groaned.
“On the contrary, my beloved scoundrel, I don’t think I’ve gone far enough. Yet.”
“Adriana.”
He said her name like it was a royal command, which would’ve sent most other demos to their knees, stuttering out apologies. But, clearly, his intended was not ‘other demons’.
“You brought this on yourself, Prince,” Adriana tutted, then reached for another chocolate. Without sparing her fiancé another glance, she stood, and turned to the other three women in the room. “I’m going to the parlour. Would you ladies care to join me?”
“Adriana, I need Val to-“
“But of course, my lady,” Val interrupted with a Cheshire grin. “Would it trouble you too terribly if I invite Sascha to join us?”
“Not at all. The more the merrier,” Adriana agreed gleefully.
“There’s scones in the kitchen that I prepared earlier. And Vanity brought some mud masks and serums from House Pride!”
Eden’s excitement soften Vanity’s expression for a moment, before the same wicked amusement appeared again.
“They’re very popular in House Pride at the moment. Lady Lucia herself was the one who created the recipes,” She added.
From beneath the throne, a tiny, scaled head popped out and bleated happily.
“Oh, and I expect you’ll be joining us too?” Adriana asked the baby dragon, before beckoning it out from under the seat of her fiancé’s power, and into her arms. Vex bleated again, in apparent agreement. “Well, I suppose your just cute enough to be an exception. We’ll have the kitchens bring treats for you too.”
The dragon seemed to agree, practically preening in her arms. Gluttony could only stare on slack jawed at the betrayal. As the ladies, and dragon, filed out of the throne room, Val stopped beside him. Without a word, she pressed the leather bound journal into his arms. Gluttony blinked, examining the cover.
“What is this?” He asked incredulously, as he pulled on the leather cord tying to closed.
“A to-do list, your highness.” Gluttony froze, and whipped his head to his second. “It’s the very last entry, marked by the ribbon. Your tasks for the day are ordered from most to least pressing,” She commented mildly.
“Val-“
“Oh, and your highness?”
She marked him with a glacial expression. One Gluttony rarely ever saw from her. The very sight of it had him pausing, and a grave expression settled on his own face as he mentally prepared for the worst.
“Yes?”
“Whatever you did to anger your betrothed,” she began, eyes darkening. “Don’t do it again.”
Gluttony could only nod slowly, processing her words while she held his gaze. But before he could even begin to formulate a response, the sound of the throne room doors closing echoed behind him. In the stillness of the aftermath, he could only process one thought; He had royally fucked up.
Day 3: Some Kind of Knight and Not a Wicked Prince
@princeofsinweek
A/N: The princes had lead their courts for centuries. What happens when they meet their match. How the Princes react to you taking charge.
Warnings: Hints of smut, KOTW themes
Prince Wrath
During a Crisis
Instinctively, he steps forward to lead since he is the General. but when you steps up first with clear authority. Then he stops, watches, and lets you take command.
Every order from your mouth is a spark in his chest. His golden eyes darken with each confident command knowing he had found his equal.
If soldiers hesitate to follow you, his voice cuts through: “Did you not hear my general?” (He definitely is not above dropping a mountain on anyone who questions Wrath’s equal.
When it’s over, he’s bruised, bloody, and proud. “You were magnificent,” he says simply. As he plots how he will get you down to the Hell library for a reward.
In Court
His patience for politics is thin, it’s one of the things he does not particularly enjoy about ruling. So he’s grateful when you handle it with precision.
The first time you dominate a negotiation, he sits back on his throne, smirks and murmurs, “You just conquered without lifting a blade.”
Courtiers learn quickly, when you speak, Wrath’s silent approval is warning enough. Do not mess with what is his.
If a courtier challenges you, you can bet he will level the courtier if you don’t beat him to it.
He loves seeing you fight passionately for what you believe and if you exhibit his sin while doing it…oh he will be waiting to kick everyone out of the throne room to show you what you do to him.
After meetings, he pours you demonberry wine himself, muttering, “I’ve never found diplomacy so attractive.”
Your composure reminds him that strength isn’t always loud, sometimes it’s elegance with teeth.
In the Bedroom
He loves it when you set the pace. Especially when you have that look of conquering. Oh! Wrath is telling you that he is at your command.
Loves being challenged; your control sharpens his restraint. Though he also loves testing your control too…
When you touch him with purpose, his breath catches, and he admits softly, “You undo me more efficiently than war.”
Sometimes he will let you chain him up. But be prepared for him to flip it on you later.
In Domestic Life
Pretends to complain about you giving orders, but follows them to the letter.
Loves calling you his queen/king whenever he can.
You organize; he builds. You cook; he taste-tests (happily! He’s the Cannoli King). You two function like a battle-honed team.
He loves pushing your buttons with minor things. Anger is his aphrodisiac. He knows what he’s doing.
Loves domestic simplicity because it feels like peace, and you are his peace.
Your leadership at home reminds him not all battles require armor.
Prince Pride
During a Crisis
His instinct is to lead, but watching you do it makes him pause in genuine admiration.
If someone questions your orders, his sharp tone ends it: “My wife/husband speaks for both of us.”
He doesn’t like being overshadowed, yet your brilliance feeds his pride instead of wounding it.
He, like Wrath, will often sit back and watch you with admiration as you take the lead.
Later, he tells you in private, “I’ve ruled centuries, and still you make me feel like I’m learning.”
He boasts about your victory to everyone afterward…in extensive detail.
In Court
Stands a step behind your throne or sit on the arm of your throne deliberately, the perfect show of support and power combined.
Corrects anyone who addresses him instead of you: “You were speaking to her/his Majesty, were you not?”
Thrives on your dynamic; you grace and his grandeur. Together, you two command every gaze.
He definitely would love to compliment you in front of his court.
Afterwards, he praises you endlessly, voice thick with affection and ego: “No one commands a court like my queen/king.”
Every triumph of yours feels like his because, in his mind, you’re an extension of his own perfection.
In the Bedroom
When you take charge, he fights the urge to tease you, then loses the battle entirely. “Trying to impress me, love?”
I am convinced Pride would love you taking control. Having him on his knees worshipping your body.
Secretly revels in it. It humbles and excites him in ways he’ll never admit aloud.
Watch your every move with reverence, memorizing the way you lead. Tracking how slow your fingers move, removing clothing or slowly tracing your fingers along his body.
Will praise you afterward, softly but seriously: “That was... regal.”
Finds your power intoxicating because it mirrors what he values most, control executed flawlessly.
In Domestic Life
Declares he’s in charge, yet follows every plan you make.
Making this canon too mwahaha, he can get needy… following you everywhere and hating when you go off on your own to do a task or travel.
Loves the way she commands servants, schedules, and routine like a queen/king of small empires.
Occasionally rearranges things just to see you reassert authority, it’s his version of flirting.
Says things like, “You make domesticity look divine. I almost envy it.”
Prince Greed
During a Crisis
Finds your leadership enthralling, crisis or not, he’s captivated by your confidence.
Like his brothers, he will quietly watch with pride in his eyes as you take the lead.
He loves when you are in charge.
If you’re shouting orders, he’s already in motion, ready to give you whatever you need to succeed.
He’ll eye his soldiers who move too slowly or hesitate with a warning glare.
Loves how you don't hesitate to claim control; to him, that’s a prize worth hoarding.
When it’s over, he murmurs, “You just proved you’re the rarest treasure in all creation.”
Never lets you forget that your competence is his greatest obsession. Definitely praising you in many ways afterwards.
In Court
Proudly indulgent; supplies you with gold, jewels, and arguments that make you shine.
He definitely makes sure your wardrobe is as deadly as your words.
Whispers mid-meeting, “Take it. It’s already yours,” when negotiating.
Treats your victories like trophies.
Defends you fiercely against any insult, no one devalues what he treasures.
He might take a page out of Wrath’s book and remove a tongue or two.
After court, he rewards you with lavish gifts as if to say: Your success is worth its weight in everything. And he will reward you on his throne.
In the Bedroom
Watches you take the lead like a worshiper at an altar. This demon prince will happily get on his knees for his love.
Your confidence is the most expensive thing he owns, and he knows it.
Loves praising you and reminding you that you are the most valuable thing he has.
“You own me,” he will tell you as you take the lead in the bedroom.
Whispers, “Command me, love. I’ll never tire of your demands.
Responds to your authority with indulgent praise and devotion..
In Domestic Life
Buys whatever you need before you even ask because having you comfortable profits him emotionally.
Loves when you take charge of his house of sin; it means you’re s claiming something he also loves.
Collects your routines like treasures: the way you hum, organize, and plan.
Your domestic life is luxury and laughter in equal measure.
Prince Gluttony
During a Crisis
Panic doesn’t last long; seeing you step up steadies him.
Becomes hyper-focused on your voice, following your commands without question.
The more chaotic the scene, the calmer he gets under your leadership.
If you are leading a hunt with him, you can bet he is plotting how he will celebrate your leadership later that night.
When it’s over, he teases lightly to mask his awe: “Didn’t know watching you save lives would be such a turn-on.”
Deep down, he’s addicted to your confidence, it’s another flavor he craves.
In Court
Let's you dominate conversation while he lounges with a drink, eyes full of pride.
Definitely has two thrones for you two. He wants everyone to know you are equals
In the beginning he may not have the second throne so he has you sit on his throne and lead from there while he sits on the arm or stands beside it.
Interrupts only to affirm you with lazy charm
If someone insults you, the mask drops and his smile turns venomous. But he doesn’t step in unless you allow him to. He know you can handle your own.
Afterward, he brags to his circle: “Did you see Y/N? I could dine on that brilliance for years.”
He is definitely feasting on you on his throne after court.
Adoration is his constant, you contro his favorite indulgence.
In the Bedroom
Loves to obey. It’s not submission; it’s devotion in its purest, hungriest form.
Want to tie him up? He is ready! Want to tease him until he questions his faith? He will happily do it! But be prepared for him to take back control later and reciprocate with even more effort.
Every soft command she gives makes him melt. “Again,” he’ll whisper. “Say it again.”
Finds peace in letting you guide pace and rhythm.
He loves when you push back against him or boss him around.
When you’re in control, he feels fed; emotionally and spiritually.
Afterwards, he thanks you like you are a meal that nourished more than his body.
In Domestic Life
If you’re cooking, he’s right there to taste-test and compliment everything. He might also try to assist but cause more distractions than anything.
Lets you control your routine. He enjoys watching you make order from chaos.
Jokes that you’re the only person who can curb his excesses.
Loves slow mornings where you’re the one directing your time together.
Every mundane task becomes a feast when you’re the one in charge.
He often plans the dates but when you lead he loves it because it reaffirms your love for him.
Prince Sloth
During a Crisis
Appears detached, but you know that’s when his eyes narrow, he’s thinking.
If you take control, he lets you, quietly lending advice only when needed.
When you fix a problem he predicted, he just hums approvingly.
Later: “See? Told you you’d handle it.”
Crisis solved, he’s already planning a trip to the sauna with you before taking you to bed to read and snack.
In Court
Leans back, letting you manage conversation while he watches you shine. He knows you got this and don’t need his help.
Steps in with a perfectly timed remark that ends arguments instantly.
Your leadership is his rest. You keep things running, he ensures they stay efficient.
If anyone doubts you, his soft-spoken words carry enough weight to crush reputations.
After, he thanks you for saving him hours of talking. A lazy smile on his face as he watches you take a seat on your throne, tired of the day.
In the Bedroom
Loves letting you take control. It allows him to study you and track each bit of pleasure for future use.
Loves you steady rhythm and confidence. “You’re my peace,” he murmurs.
Your authority melts into intimacy and calm.
Your moments together are quiet, balanced, and grounding.
In Domestic Life
Will follow your lists without complaint, if you write them for him.
You two definitely have a mini bookclub where you take turns choosing a book for the week. When it’s your turn to lead he lets you. His attention to you.
Appreciates your organization because it means fewer interruptions to his naps and reading.
You keep things running smoothly; he keeps things peaceful.
When you scold him for dozing mid-task, or sneaking off during a party at one of his brother’s circles, he smiles: “You run this place beautifully. Why would I interfere?”
Domestic life with him is unhurried harmony.
Prince Lust
During a Crisis
Focuses entirely on you; your voice, your expression, your command. This demon ignores anything else.
Encourages you subtly: “Yes, love. Keep going. They’ll follow you.”
His charm becomes weaponized to back you up, drawing attention so you can lead.
Afterward, tells you, “You were breathtaking. Power suits you.”
He definitely rewards you afterwards.
Your confidence, to him, is the purest kind of allure.
Wouldn’t be surprised if he is plotting ways to worship you after you skillfully averted a crisis for him.
In Court
Stands close, deliberately making you the center of attention.
Flirts with danger by letting you lead; it thrills him to see you handle the crowd.
If nobles underestimate you, his smile turns razor-sharp: “Underestimate Y/n again. Please.” Lust would challenge the noble. Don’t let his lightheartedness fool you. He could be just as wicked as his brothers.
Later, he tells you, “You don’t just command them, you seduce the whole room with grace.”
Every time she takes charge, he falls a little harder. And he shows you how hard he has fallen.
In the Bedroom
Your authority excites him.
This demon prince is kinky, you know he is happy to let you lead knowing that it will bring you both immense pleasure.
He lets you guide everything, not as surrender but as worship.And he loves to worship.
Whispers, “You’re divine like this. Don’t stop.” Especially if you are on top. He enjoys the view.
Sees you confidence as beauty incarnate, it inspires his gentlest affection.
Power and trust intertwine, that’s Lust’s real devotion.
In Domestic Life
Constantly teasing you while obeying your directions to the letter.
Loves watching you plan and organize, it’s your way of caring, and he knows it.
Says things like, “You rule even our mornings, darling. I’m helpless.”
Prince Envy
During a Crisis
Can’t help but watch you lead with a mix of admiration and ache.
If you outshine him, it stings, but only briefly. Then pride replaces the envy.
Always follows your orders, even if his jaw is clenched the whole time.
Afterward, he’s quiet, murmuring, “You were incredible,” almost shy.
Each crisis teaches him your power doesn’t lessen his, it strengthens both.
In Court
Stays silent but observant, watching the way the court responds to you.
Pride and jealousy flicker like a duel behind his eyes.
Tries his hardest not to argue or undermine you.
Definitely makes sure your wardrobe makes others envious.
Also makes sure his gestures to you makes others envious too.
If anyone tries to undermine you, his venomous wit ends them with precision.
Later, admits softly, “You made them all look small today.”
Secretly adores your confidence because it makes him feel chosen by someone extraordinary.
Worships you on his throne. Definitely putting that mirror to use.
“Look at my queen/king, first you conquer my court and now me.” He says while you ride him.
In the Bedroom
Finds peace in your command; it reassures him that you want him.
You control his insecurities. “You still want me?” he’ll ask softly.
Loves the gentleness behind your confidence, it’s dominance without cruelty.
Watches you lead, awed, and whispers, “You’re everything I can’t be, and I love you for it.”
In Domestic Life
Sulks when you rearrange things, but secretly likes the order. Especially when you pick the artwork in his house.
Acts jealous of your efficiency but depends on it.
Occasionally insists on helping, even if he’s terrible at it, just to feel useful.
Later apologizes: “You’re better at this than I am. I just… wanted to matter.”
Your steady control gives him something solid to hold onto in his storms.
He secretly loves when you give him words of affirmation.
Like Pride, he definitely gets needy. He does not like when you leave him for duties or travel.
This is far longer than I anticipated, and, frankly, plays a little more fast and loose with the prompt, but I like it. Much better than what I was originally going to post, for sure. That one needs more work. I think either day 3 or 4 is going to be on the shorter side while I play catch up, so I hope that’s fine. @princeofsinweek
Day 2: Tell me I’m your favourite Sin
Missing - Father!Wrath X Daughter!Euphemia X Mother!Emilia (feat. Uncle Greed)
WC: 2279
TW: Mentions of a traumatic pregnancy, but only that it was traumatic. No details on how or what happened. Also, mother worried for her daughter, but it’s fine. Nobody’s hurt.
The sharp click of heals echoed throughout house Wrath. Demon Lords and Ladies stumbled to get out of the way, faces going far too pale as their queen baralled through the halls without so much as a glance.
In recent years, there had been many changes throughout the seven circles. Certain areas, like weapon rooms, The Crescent Shallows, and the training grounds were under stricter watch, while both courtiers and staff alike had learned to be far more vigilant. It had also become common to see the rulers of Hell change outfits an unnececery amount of times for a single day. The changes had been jarring, though not entirely unexpected since the birth of their princess. But seeing the queen clutching her skirts and storming through the halls was, admittedly, new.
Emilia was sure that her was sticking up in every which direction, and there may or may not have been cannoli filling in it. Flour still coated her hands, and her apron remained draped over her gown. The cacophony of frightened gasps and apologies were drowned out by a high pitched ringing in her ears. She could practically feel hear hearth ramming itself against her ribgate. Her magic hummed just under her skin, raging, demanding to be let out- to incinerate everything in her vicinity. Her stomach, on the other hand, had tied itself into so many knots, she, briefly, wondered if it had started resembling a pretzel by now.
Any and all thoughts flew out of head the second the door to her husband’s study came into view. Without preamble, she shoved it open, barely restraining the urge to burst through with fire.
“Euphy’s gone!” She declared, heaving.
Wrath didn’t even have time to stand before Emilia marched in and began pacing.
“She- She wanted Cannolis so I told her I’d make them if she finished the homework her tutor assigned but when I was making them her maid ran and told me she’d vanished! I checked her room, her closet, her bathroom, her study, the library, the dining room, the garden, the sta-“
“Emilia.”
She felt a strong grip land on her shoulders. Golden eyes burn into her own. His spine had gone stiff, and his jaw ticked.
Emilia drew in a breath, let her eyes flutter close, before letting it out again. Though, it did little to relieve the tension in her body.
“Which of the maids informed you she was gone?”
“Scarlett.”
Her husband nodded, and removed his hand. Before she could ask, he was moving to the door.
“I’ll have Anir bring her here. Then I’ll have every demon in this court searching for her if I must.” Wrath’s tone held the air of a general giving orders. Yet, with one hand on the handle, he turned back to his wife, voice suddenly a thousand notes softer, but with no less conviction. “We will find her.”
Emilia swallowed the lump her throat, and clasped her hands in front of her. She forced a stiff nod that her husband returned, hand gripping the doorknob. With no further fanfare, he stiffly pulled the door open, ready to storm through the halls, only to be stopped in his tracks.
Anir, with one fist raised as if to knock, blinked at them, brows furrowing when he took in Emilia’s harrowed state.
“Is it her highness?” He asked, before Wrath could begin barking orders.
“Anir-“
“She’s gone,” Emilia interjected.
“Summon Scar-“
“With all due respect, your majesties, I don’t think you need to worry,” Anir assured them.
Before either could protest, helld out a letter.
Wrath caught a glimpse of the frog stamped into the watch, and tore the envelope open. His eyes narrowed at the words as he read them through twice, then thrice, before Emilia snatched the parchment from him.
Brother,
It appears a member of your court has wandered into mine unannounced. Due to my uninvited guest’s status, I have seen fit to show her all the best hospitality House Greed has to offer. Rest assured, the little Helion is unscathed, and currently making my second regret his offer to play cards with her. As much as I’m enjoying watching her make him regret his life choices, I must ask that you collect her before my guest arrives. I would hate for her to become distressed.
Your most well endowed brother,
- Greed.
“How did…”
Wrath doesn’t bother to comment, choosing instead to wrap his arm around his wife, while barking something to Anir about keeping things in order while they’re gone. A single nod of approval from Emilia is all it takes for him to magic them both away.
———
Euphemia squealed in delight at her spoils, not paying much mind to a defeated Amat. In the hour she’d been here, she managed to win a large pouch of gold, and two small pouches of silver just through playing cards. Before she could demand another round, eager for more spending money that her was just her own, Greed scooped her off the ground.
“I think that’s enough play time for now,” he sighed.
“But I wan’ play more!” She demanded.
Greed glanced at Amat, and almost felt pity for the poor man. He’d lost. To a little girl. Several times.
“Your highness, might I recommend you hire her highness as your new second. I fear she might out match me by quite a bit,” Amat advised, still mourning his losses.
“Unfortunately, I’m quite certain my blood thirsty brother wouldn’t even bother declaring war before tearing my head from my shoulders if I attempted to hire his daughter,” Greed drawled.
“At least you’re somewhat self aware, brother.”
“Daddy!”
Greed turned to face his brother and sister in law, as they entered. Emilia rushed forward, immediately pulling the girl from his arms and cradling her close.
“How did you get here?!” She demanded, all while examining the princess for any injury.
Wrath pulled her close, wrapping his arms around the both of them.
“It appears. She learned transvenio magic.”
Emilia and Wrath whipped their heads towards him at the suggestion.
“Where would she even learn such a thing?” Emilia asked, stroking her daughter’s hair.
“It’s not uncommon for young demons with magic to begin showing when they’re only slightly older than Euphemia. In her case, though, she also has goddess blood, so that might also be a factor in how and when her magic manifests. I’d advise you to speak to your mother in law. Perhaps Sloth too. They may have more information,” Greed supplied.
Wrath nodded seriously, staring at his daughter.
“If her magic began showing, surely we would’ve known. How did we miss it?”
Greed knew his brother took great pride in his craft. All seven of them were honed and ready for battle at any moment. All seven of them were more than happy to remind those that dared turn their blades towards them why they ruled Hell. Power was the one drug they indulged in, eager to show it off. But Wrath? He took particular pride in the power he gained, the skills he cultivated. So to have missed something that should’ve been so obvious must’ve taken a blow to his pride.
Against his better judgment, Greed continued.
“You wouldn’t be the only one. She’s showed up here before.”
“What?“
“During the last feast of the wolf, the one you hosted, you mentioned you had put her to sleep before the party. While heading to my chambers, I saw her wandering the halls with her toy. I had tried to catch her, but she’d disappeared. When I asked a maid, they went to check and later told me she was still sleeping,” Greed brought a hand to his chin. “I just assumed I was seeing things until I spoke with Pride and Gluttony.”
His brother and his wife shared concerned looks.
“What did they say?” His sister in law asked.
“Pride once mentioned his guards catching her on the outskirts of his territory. He assumed she’d gone out with her attendants and accidentally crossed into his circle. He gave her coco and sent his guards to find whichever maids were with her, and sent them back together.” Emilia’s mouth fell open, while Wrath clenched his jaw. “And Gluttony said that two of his dragons noticed her playing in the woods beyond Merciless Reach. Apparently, when you asked him to watch her while you and Emilia attended the new Vampire Prince’s banquet, Silvanus found her playing with Vex. Gluttony was hunting a rival pack, so he took them both back to Merciless Reach. Val ended up meeting them but when she tried to take her in, Silvanus growled at her, made himself comfortable, and watched like a mother hen as she and Vex played outside the fortress until Gluttony got back.”
“And you didn’t think to warn us about her magic before?” Wrath snapped.
“I mentioned it to the maid, but thought I was mistaken when I heard she was asleep. Perhaps it was some other demon Lord’s child. Pride and Gluttony, however, each assumed she wandered into those places on her own. They were never too far from where she already was. Today would be the first instance of travelling such long distance.”
Emilia placed a hand on her husband’s arm before he could throttle his brother.
“At least it appeared she had fun,” she offers, jerking her head to their daughter’s winnings.
Pride sparks in Wrath’s chest at the sight.
“It seems your second has much to learn.” The grin Wrath shoots the man is nothing short of horrifying. Like a cat about to corner the mouse. “Lesson one, don’t make bets you can’t win.”
Amat mumbles a defeated ‘’yes, your hihness’ before going back to his wallowing.
Emilia just shakes her head, and Euphemia cheers. Gluttony, on the other hand, raises a brow.
“Should Pride be concerned, brother?” He asked.
“About what?”
“About you coming for his sin.”
Wrath scowls at Greed, about to retort when Emilia pipes up.
“You should see him during our day to day. Half the time, he’s jealous of the maids who get to see this cutie all day. Other times, she wants to play and play all day, but this big kitty just wants to nurse his wine and read. I don’t think we’ve had a moment of peace since she was born.”
Wrath’s head whips to Emilia, scowl deepening, but she only laughs, and holds up their child.
“Come on. Can you honestly stay mad at this face?”
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Greed watches the scene with wide eyes, as the Demon Wrath’s anger fades away, and Pride replaces it.
“She has you more whipped than your wife,” he mutters.
A flash of gold is all the warning Greed gets before a blade is slicing through the air. He dodges just in time, watching it embed itself into the wall behind his desk. With a wide grin, takes a glass of amber liquid and raises it in a mock toast.
“There he is. He could never abandon those tendencies for too long.”
Wrath is about to reach for another dagger, but Euphemia’s laugh draws their attention.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” She held her spoils up to him.
Greed felt the pride flicker in brother’s chest, but, this time, chose not to comment.
“What marvelous prizes you’ve won, Filia,” he sighed.
“Daddy, I wanna buy aaaallllll the candy! And one book!”
“Just one? How about allllll the books, and one candy?” Emilia offered.
The Queen chuckles, shaking her head in defeat, though her fond smile didn’t waver.
“Which book does my Filia want?” Wrath asks.
“The one that Uncle Sloth doesn’t have! So I can show him!”
Wrath chuckled again, and this time, Greed picked up hiis own sin coming from his brother. He almost wasn’t sure if believed it. The demon of war was the most careful with which emotions he allowed even his brothers to sense. The fact Greed had picked up two other sins, including his own, in what felt like mere minutes almost felt like he was seeing a different person.
“I think it’s fatherhood,” Emilia supplied, having since left Wrath to dote on their daughter. “Since… Since everything, especially with how… How hard it was, when she was born, Wrath has wanted to give her everything she ever asks for. Every day, she shows me sides of him I’ve never seen before, and, it seems, that you’ve never seen them either.”
Greed only nods, watching the interaction closely. It’s true, the circumstances around her brith were traumatic, for both Emilia, and, he supposed, his brother too. Frankly, despite all they’d lived through, for all these millennia’s, none of the brothers had ever witnessed Wrath react the way he did while his wife was giving birth. He’d argue that alone was almost traumatic. And while they fed on fear with no issue, and had once even planned to feed on her at the feast of the Wolf, the kind of fear in her eyes that day was something none of them would wish her to endure again. Just the thought had a spark of wrath flicker in his chest.
If his brother noticed, he didn’t comment, focused on his daughter.
Sensing where his thoughts were going, Emilia reached for the decanter on his desk, and refilled his empty glass, then poured one for herself. He nodded greatfully. After a couple of sips, she reached into her pocket to pull out a coin purse. Without even glancing his way, Emilia held it out to him.
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A/N: Happy day 2! I have a few fics for today and I hope you all love them! This is for Prince Sloth who experiences lust courtesy of Lust’s emissary. This day is a very interesting one because the princes do not like experiencing their brothers’ sins. I think Sloth is one of the more controlled brothers in the way he doesn’t often succumb to others sins but when he does it stirs in a way that both intrigues him and scares him.
Warnings: KOTW themes
Prince Sloth was not one to often give into one of his brother’s sins. He was careful, calculating and as many believed, one who enjoyed the quiet. So coming to a house Lust party to watch one of Lust’s favorite demons dance and laugh and flirt was not something any of his brothers had expected him to do. And yet… Here he was not off in a corner reading but standing at the edge of the dance floor nursing a glass of champagne as he watched and studied the form of his new fascination.
“Sloth?” Lust asked curiosity in his charcoal eyes, there was also a hint of amusement because Sloth had asked for entry into his circle four days in a row. “What exactly are you doing?”
Sloth reluctantly peeled his eyes from his fascination to look at his brother. “Can I not just visit?” Not a lie because it was a question. He was surely not going to confess to an infatuation with one of Lust’s emissaries who had appeared in his circle with communications from their prince. He was definitely not going to confess how y/n had captured his mind in ways no text had ever. No, Lust would run with this information and gossip to no end and somehow scare off his emissary.
Lust arched an elegant brow, swirling his wine as if to mask the wicked grin tugging at his lips. “Visit? My dear brother, the day you choose to ‘visit’ a party rather than avoid one is the day Wrath takes up embroidery.”
“Perhaps I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Sloth says, taking a sip of his drink.
“Or perhaps,” Lust drawled, stepping closer, “you’ve turned your gaze toward something particular. Maybe my adorable emissary who I have been sending to your circle for months now?”
Sloth’s eyes flicked back to the dance floor despite himself. You were laughing again. Head tilted, light catching on your throat as you spun away from your partner. It was the kind of laugh that carried warmth into places that had long been cold.
He swallowed. “They’re... spirited.”
“Spirited?” Lust echoed, amusement gleaming like a knife. “That’s what we’re calling it?”
Sloth’s voice stayed even, but the hand around his glass tightened. “It’s a compliment.”
“Mm.” Lust leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial purr. “Then why is your pulse doing that? You look like a starving man pretending he doesn’t smell bread. If I didn’t know any better, I may think you are toeing the line of my sin.”
Sloth’s jaw flexed. “You see hunger everywhere, brother. It’s your curse.”
“And yours,” Lust said softly, “is thinking you can watch without wanting.”
Sloth turned to respond—but you were suddenly there, crossing the floor in a shimmer of laughter and movement, a touch of perfume trailing behind like a spell. You offered a polite bow to Lust before your gaze found Sloth, mischief lighting your irises.
“Prince Sloth,” you greeted, smiling just enough to undo him. And it was working. “You look... awake tonight.”
He blinked, momentarily forgetting to breathe. “I was told it’s impolite to sleep at another prince’s gathering.”
You laughed, the sound lighting something low in his chest. “Good to know you can be convinced to stay upright when properly motivated.”
Lust’s smirk deepened. “Careful, little one. You might just be the first creature in existence to tempt him out of bed for something other than a nap.”
“Temptation is your circle’s specialty,” Sloth said, his tone even, but his gaze didn’t leave yours. “Perhaps I’m simply appreciating the craftsmanship.”
You tilted your head, curiosity softening your grin. “And you would know how to appreciate it, given your extensive library.”
“Pardon?”
“Your library has a whole section on the art of seduction,” you pointed out, “I noticed it during my last visit. Surely that means you are well versed in the topic to appreciate it. Perhaps you can show it to me on my next visit.”
Lust let out a strangled sound and you just gave him a wicked smile.
For the first time in centuries, Sloth didn’t have an answer ready. He only watched you. Your mouth, your eyes, the small, deliberate pause before you turned to walk away. Every instinct in him, ancient and slow, screamed to let you go. To return to stillness.
And yet…
His hand twitched, as though reaching out might keep you there a second longer. He didn’t. But the want was there, coiling tight in his chest, heavy and unfamiliar.
Lust leaned closer, whispering with a smile that wasn’t unkind. “Careful, brother. That’s how it starts. One look. One heartbeat. Then you’ll know what it is to ache. And y/n will make you ache.”
Sloth stared into the champagne glass, its golden bubbles reflecting the light of the dance floor and the way your laughter carried through it. As you returned to the dance floor.
He didn’t answer. But his next breath trembled like a man who’d forgotten how to sleep. He was losing his steady control to an emissary.
Lust watched him a moment longer, clearly savoring the rare sight of his brother coming undone. “You know,” he murmured, taking a sip of his wine, “I should have sent them to your circle ages ago. Look at you—standing, talking, even blinking on occasion. You don’t even have a book in your pocket! I daresay they might be performing miracles.”
Sloth didn’t rise to the bait this time. His gaze remained fixed on the dance floor, on the way your hand brushed your partner’s arm as you turned, the soft light catching the curve of your smile.
“They are playing with you,” Lust said, his tone fond and cruel all at once. “And it’s working beautifully.”
Sloth’s fingers drummed once against his glass before he set it down. “They are intelligent,” he said evenly. “Observant. Curious.”
“Dangerous combination,” Lust hummed. “Especially when they know you’re watching. That smile wasn’t for their dance partner.”
Lust’s grin widened. “Am I? Then why are they glancing this way again?”
Sloth’s heart stuttered, just slightly, but enough that Lust’s sharp gaze caught it. You were indeed looking in his direction, amusement flickering across your face like a secret you weren’t yet ready to share.
You raised your glass to him in silent toast, lips curling around the rim as though aware of the effect it would have. Sloth’s composure fractured by a hair’s breadth.
Lust’s laughter was quiet, wicked. “Oh, brother. You’re doomed. You’ve mistaken curiosity for safety. Do you know what happens when curiosity decides to test its theory?”
Sloth tore his gaze away at last, but it did nothing to loosen the knot in his chest. “I’ll handle it.”
“I bet you will,” Lust purred. “And when you inevitably fail, do send me an invitation to your downfall. I’d hate to miss it.”
But Sloth barely heard him. He didn’t care if Lust gossiped to his brothers. He was infatuated, enchanted by you. Because as the night waned, his mind was no longer on the party, or the crowd, or even Lust’s smirk. It was caught on the echo of your words:
“Perhaps you can show it to me on my next visit.”
A challenge wrapped in silk.
And Sloth, the careful, calculating prince who never chased anything, realized with quiet horror that he wanted you to ask again. He wanted to show you everything. He would show you everything. Because he liked being around you. Desired your laugh and voice when you left. He needed more time with you. Craved your scent. Wondered what you would taste like… He was a scientist and he wanted to know everything about you.
When he finally left the party, the first hint of dawn catching in his pale hair, the champagne glass was empty and so was his composure. He’d spent centuries mastering stillness and patience, yet one mortal heartbeat from you had stirred him to motion.
The sin of Lust might belong to his brother, but tonight it had found a new host.
A/N: Happy day 2! I have a few fics for today and I hope you all love them! The first is for Prince Pride who experiences wrath. This day is a very interesting one because the princes do not like experiencing their brothers’ sins.
Warnings: KOTW themes, exes mentioned, anxiety
The halls of House Pride were trembling. Ice crawling up the walls and floor as Pride moved quickly through his house of sin looking for Y/N.
The stained-glass skylight cast fractured gold across the marble, but the beauty was lost on him. His magic pulsed in erratic bursts, rolling like thunder beneath his skin. Servants had long since fled. Even the marble lions carved along the pillars seemed to avert their eyes from their master’s rage. His subjects quivered when they felt their prince's wrath, reliving when Lucia had left him all over again.
She was gone.
He had searched every corridor, every garden, every balcony overlooking the city below. Her scent lingered faintly, a trace of warm honey and parchment, but her presence was gone, snuffed out like the last candle in a storm.
No note. No message. Nothing.
Just silence. When he awoke that morning to an empty bed.
His jaw locked until it ached. “Not again,” Pride whispered. The words trembled against his control.
The last time he’d felt this way was when Lucia had left. No explanation. No farewell. Just her absence echoing through eternity. He’d spent years pretending it hadn’t destroyed him, pretending that kings do not bleed as he drowned himself in drink and lovers.
But they do.
And when they do, it burns.
He has thought y/n was different. That she wouldn’t leave him like Lucia. But maybe it was his pride talking because she was gone.
A shattering sound cracked through the chamber — the mirror above the mantle fracturing under his magic. Gilded shards fell like dying stars. His reflection stared back in pieces — a king undone by his own sin.
Then a ripple of energy surged through the air, heavy with divine heat and smoke. Wrath appeared in the doorway, black coat unbuttoned, golden eyes flaring with irritation.
“Brother,” Wrath drawled, though there was a warning edge beneath the calm. “I felt your temper all the way from my Circle. Care to tell me why your palace feels like it’s about to implode?”
Pride tried to ignore the unannounced visit. His brothers were not allowed to enter another’s circle without permission. He should stab his brother and send him back but he couldn’t. His pride and wrath was controlling him.
“She’s gone.” Pride’s voice cracked like ice. “Vanished. No one saw her leave.”
Wrath’s gaze sharpened. “Gone,” he repeated slowly. “You think she left you?”
The word left hit like a blade.
“I know she did,” Pride bit out, though there was uncertainty beneath the fury. “Just like Lucia. Just like—”
“Enough,” Wrath interrupted, his tone cutting but steady. “Don’t do this to yourself. Y/n is not Lucia.”
Pride turned, his silvery blue irises burning. “You don’t understand. I give everything, Wrath. Loyalty. Luxury. Love.” He spat the last word like it was poison. “And still they leave me. Do you know what that does to my pride?”
Wrath crossed his arms, unbothered by the heat rolling off him. “I know exactly what it does. It makes you blind.”
But before Pride could respond, the heavy doors creaked open.
A soft voice, the one that haunted his thoughts and dreams, that pulled him from his drunken depression years ago, broke the silence. “Pride?”
He froze. The magic flooding the room stuttered, faltered, then surged again with something sharper. Panic.
She stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed from the cold, hands clutching a small box tied with silk ribbon. “Where were you?” he demanded, the words leaving him in a snarl before reason could stop them. “Do you have any idea what—”
Her eyes widened at the volume. Her gloved hands tightening on the small box as if it would be a shield against him.
He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. “I searched the entire court! I nearly tore through the wards looking for you, and you—” He broke off, pacing like a caged thing. “You vanished. Without a word. Without—”
Her lip trembled.
And then he saw it. A single tear sliding down her rosey cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice small and trembling. “I wanted to surprise you.”
The words cut through the wrath like a blade through silk. His fury collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing but silence and regret. The realization hit him with such force he staggered a step back.
Wrath exhaled softly behind him, murmuring, “I’ll leave you to it,” before vanishing in smoke.
Pride’s throat constricted. He reached for her. Stopped. Then finally touched her cheek, thumb catching the tear. “You… wanted to surprise me?” he managed, voice low, raw.
She nodded, holding out the small box. “I went into town. You’ve been working so hard… I thought—”
He took the box with trembling fingers. Inside, nestled on velvet, was a gold lion pin shaped with delicate artistry; his crest, refined and humanized, as if she had tried to soften the symbol of his arrogance into something tender. It was one of the sweetest gestures anyone had done for him. She didn’t expect anything in return like most would. It was one of things he loved so much about her.
His chest ached. The wrath was gone now, replaced by something heavier: shame.
“I frightened you,” he said, though it wasn’t quite an apology. His pride wouldn’t allow that word to leave his tongue.
She sniffed, nodding faintly.
“I thought…” He exhaled through his teeth, his voice a quiet rasp. “You had left me. Like she did.”
Her gaze softened. “I’m not her.”
“I know.” His jaw tightened. He wanted to say I’m sorry. He wanted to beg for forgiveness. But his sin strangled the words before they could form. Instead, he drew her closer, forehead pressing against hers. “Next time,” he said against her hair, “don’t go without telling me. Even if it ruins the surprise.”
A small, shaky laugh escaped her. “Yes, my prideful prince.”
He closed his eyes at that, the title both balm and curse. His thumb traced her jaw, reverent now. “You terrify me,” he whispered. And it was the truth, because she had been his undoing. Pulling him from his debauched rake persona. Sobering him with a laugh or making him want to drop to his knees with her sharp tongue. She terrified him for many reasons but the fear of losing her scared him most of all, because he didn’t think he would survive her loss.
Her fingers curled into his coat. “Then we’re even.”
He finally smiled faint, weary, and human. “Next time, I’ll try to remember that love is not a crown I can command.”
She rose on her toes and kissed him, soft and forgiving.
And for the first time in centuries, Pride let the wrath go.
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Happy Prince of Sin Week! Here’s another fic for day 1. This one is following Prince Lust. One thing I have always thought about is if Lust has ever been denied by someone and why not make it the reader from House Sloth! Mwahaha! I really want Lust to end up with a reader! Just imagine his struggle with someone who would rather read books than be seduced by a prince of sin. But this reader would also have to be a little outgoing and maybe they use their books as inspiration for playing this game of seduction with the prince.
The music swelled, low and thrumming, echoing through the bonfire circle like a heartbeat. It was one of his outdoor parties.The flames painted the grass in gold and crimson, and bodies moved in rhythm, sin given shape and breath.
From the edge of the dance circle Prince Lust watched, nursing his third glass of demon berry wine as if that would dull the raging demon inside him.It was a rare sight indeed. Usually, he was the one in the center; hands guiding, lips teasing, laughter sparking with every movement. But tonight, his gaze was caught by someone else.
One of Sloth’s courtiers, if he remembered correctly. They weren’t supposed to move like that. Sloth’s followers were known for their languor, their half-lidded eyes and their noses often shoved in books. Most didn’t even bother attending his events. This one was different.
Their movements were fire. Their laughter cut through the music light, unguarded. Every step defied expectation, every spin rejected his silent invitation.
Lust’s lips curved in intrigue.
He had tried to draw them in three times now. Once with a touch on the shoulder, once with a whispered invitation, and once, boldly, with an outstretched hand as the music slowed. Each time, they smiled, eyes gleaming with mischief, and refused.
It bothered him immensely. No one declined him. He was the prince of pleasure. His presence often incited skirt-lifting or trouser-dropping admiration within seconds of him giving that mortal attention. And yet, this demon hadn’t even blushed at him. What. The. Fuck.
He took a long sip from his glass of wine, the rim glinting in the firelight. “You’re making quite the spectacle,” murmured Pride beside him, watching with an amused smirk. His brother was in a rather jovial mood at his expense no doubt.
Lust didn’t look away. “You’d think I’d be used to being denied by now.”
Pride chuckled. “You’re not.”
“No,” Lust agreed, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I’m not.”
The song shifted slower, heavier, heat rippling through the crowd. And finally, the dancer turned their head. For the first time, their gaze met him directly.
Lust felt it like a spark down his spine. It wasn't submission, nor temptation but a challenge.
They smiled and, instead of approaching, spun away again, vanishing into the crowd with a victorious laugh.
He exhaled a low laugh. “Oh, you’re going to be trouble.”
And for the first time in decades, Lust stepped away from the dance floor, not toward it. Hunting not for pleasure, but for curiosity. He made a mental note to pay his lazy brother a visit and demand to know this courtier’s name and why they had not given into his charm.
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Happy Prince of Sin Week! I am so excited for this week and the introduction to some projects that have lived in my mind for a while. This one will be a series but I wanted to give a little sampler of it for this week.
Background: The first two pieces are gossip columns from 10 years ago when Lara had been exiled from Seelie and was given the option to align with a House of Sin. The seven princes all wanted her because of her power but she didn't know where she fit best. So she was given a week in each house of sin. Gluttony's was the last and in that week they fell in love but that love turned into disaster on the last night when she had to choose a house to align with. Heartbroken she chose House Wrath. The last part is an interaction 10 years later during the reception at House Lust during Kingdom of the Feared.
Warnings: Cheating, language, KOTW themes, angst
10 years before...
Silver Spoons & Sins
Special Edition — The Crown Tour
Seven Nights. Seven Houses. One Calculated Lady.
SHE TOOK A WEEK IN EVERY HOUSE. Lady Lara Solaryn, rumored to be exiled from the Royal House of Seelie, was rumored to have visited the tables of our Seven Princes — seven courteous nights that now read like a careful audit. Witnesses whisper she sampled warmth and counsel, then catalogued what each House might lend to her ambition. Was she researching rule… or shopping for a crown?
According to a source of House Gluttony, Lady Solaryn was graciously offered a position in one of the seven circles. After a failed assessment in the Sin Corridor, the seven princes graciously welcomed her into their houses of sin for a week each. Many say they caught Solaryn often flirting with the princes but had her sights on Prince Gluttony.
When it was Prince Gluttony’s turn to host her, a source reported spotting Prince Gluttony and Lady Solaryn often in far intimate positions to be just research. It was quite odd to learn that she chose Prince Wrath’s circle in the end. Another source noted seeing Solaryn and Prince Gluttony shouting at each other in the halls of Gluttony’s house of sin, on the last night.
Many speculate she is hoping to collect a crown. Will Prince Wrath be the next to endure her antics?
⚜️ Official Statement from His Highness, Prince Gluttony ⚜️
Issued to the Circles and Courts of the Realm (As recorded by the Gluttony Gazette and confirmed by Palace Heralds)
To my Circle,
In light of recent rumors regarding Lady Lara Solaryn and her time within my House, I find it necessary to offer clarification.
Let it be plainly stated: I have never courted Lady Lara Solaryn as consort, nor have I expressed desire to make her such. Acts of courtesy were extended in the spirit of hospitality, nothing more. To suggest otherwise is to mistake politeness for passion — an error unbecoming of any Court that values truth above titillation.
While I recognize Lady Lara’s charm and ambition, I must observe that ambition untethered by grace can often sour what was once sweet. Her choice to visit each House of Sin in turn was her own design, not mine; any implication that her presence was sanctioned as part of a courtship is false. Her week beneath my roof was spent in observation, not affection.
As for her recent declaration of loyalty to House Wrath — I wish her well. Though I suspect that path may yield more frustration than a crown, her pursuits are hers alone to bear. I harbor no bitterness, only the faint regret one feels upon tasting a fruit not yet ripe.
To my loyal subjects and admirers: let not gossip cloud our feast. Indulgence, after all, thrives on truth seasoned with restraint.
With tempered regard,
— Prince Gluttony
10 years Later...
10 years. 10 years of careful avoiding. 10 years of avoiding the prince of indulgence for the sake of peace…or what I could call peace at this point in my almost two and half centuries of life. My life was complicated for many reasons. Lineage to start; I was the daughter of the late Amalie Solaryn, the former heir of Seelie, and Brannan Solaryn. I had an amazing older brother, Alyx, who had been my protector and rock against the courtiers and the king of Seelie, our grandfather Morgans. The thing was, Brannan was not my biological father. Lennox, the Unseelie King, was and he had ruined my life in many ways including being my biological father, but also implanting a spy Cialan, and kidnapping my parents during the engagement party to Cialan that lead to him killing them. Lennox was the cause to me meeting the seven princes (a story for another day) and my exile from Seelie, leaving my brother alone as the new heir. Alas, the reason for my 10 years of careful avoidance was not for Lennox but for Prince Gluttony.
Courtiers of all seven circles were gathered in House Lust for the reception of Wrath and Emilia’s union, and as Wrath’s third, I was expected to attend even if an ex was here. I carefully stuck myself with Anir and Fauna for the beginning of the event. Wrath and Emilia had yet to arrive.
“Stop looking at the clock,” Fauna teased me, as I stared at the clock again, “people will talk about how Wrath’s third was bored and counted down the minutes to escape.”
“They wouldn’t be wrong,” I admitted as we moved around the room, “I am counting down the minutes to escape. Before someone claims I was glaring at the prince of indulgence or something far more idiotic.” Lara smiled as one of Lust’s courtiers smiled at her.
“Oh he’s handsome,” Fauna whispers and Anir shoots her a look.
“He is,” I agree as I watch the courtier for a little longer before glancing up at the clock again.
“Lady Lara,” Lust drawls as he approaches his shirt barely on, “why do you look like you are ready to scurry away? Can’t be because my brother has made his arrival?” He smirks knowing that would get me to glance around for Gluttony. And sure enough he was standing beside Envy in a charcoal suit looking devastating – no horrific. Yes horrific.
“Well now that he is here, I definitely will be trying to make my escape.” I deadpan,
Lust chuckles shakinghis head at me, “how will you insight my brother into his dramatic fits if you aren’t here?”
“He will surely find someone to occupy him,” I hedge. Anir snorts. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need some air.”
I moved quickly to the balcony. My steps hurried as I smiled at courtiers but did not stop. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me and I wanted them off me before the reporters picked what was left me in the decade they smeared my name to write the net scandal sheet.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the cool night air. Laughter spilled from Lust’s ballroom — golden, glittering, and unbearably hollow. The scent of rose wine and sin lingered on the wind. I gripped the marble railing until my knuckles whitened. I had lasted an hour. That was enough, surely Wrath would forgive me for an early departure. He had always been forgiving when it came to my departures caused by Gluttony.
Stop thinking about him! I scolded myself as I tried not to allow my hands to claw at my ears. It was the one tick I could never get rid of after years of being in the seven circles.
“You always did prefer the edges of rooms,” came a voice behind me — smooth, rich, too familiar.
I froze. My heart stuttered once, twice, before I found the strength to breathe again. Of course he would find me. He always did.
“I thought I made myself clear,” I said, staring out at the gardens, refusing to turn. “I didn’t come here to talk to you.”
His steps were quiet, deliberate. “And yet,” Gluttony murmured, “you always end up where I am.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said tightly. “I was here first. You followed me. Now go away before you give your reporters more fuel.”
He gave a soft laugh, humorless and bitter. “Still angry about a headline?”
It was never about the headline and more about the admirers who took it as gospel to attack me for a decade. But I did not say that. I swallowed and then I turned, slowly, until his face was before me — that same impossible mix of warmth and cruelty, eyes a beautiful hazel. “You couldn’t just let me leave,” I said, voice trembling. “You had to make it seem like I was stealing your crown.”
“I told you I didn’t write it,” he replied, tone even but his jaw tightening.
“And ten years later, you’ve still done nothing to disprove it,” I bit out. “You’ve done nothing to find the one who did. Too convenient, isn’t it? A lie that made you look wounded and me… ambitious.”
His eyes darkened, frustration flickering across his face. “You think I wanted that? You think I—”
“I saw you,” I snapped, the words breaking like glass between us. “You told me you loved me. You told me to choose you and your Circle, and then you ran off to f—” I stopped, the breath catching painfully in my throat. “Tell me,” I whispered, trembling. “Did it give you joy to treat me like ex-fiance in Seelie did? To make me fall in love with you and then rip the rug from beneath me? Or were you waiting to do it once I joined your Circle?”
“Lara,” he said, my name a plea, “that’s not what happened—”
“I gave you everything,” I interrupted, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. “I told you things I’d never said to anyone. My fears. My insecurities. My nightmares.” My voice cracked. “I gave them to you because I trusted you! Because I thought you’d keep them safe! You became my everything in that week, hells when we first met! And you used my heart against me!” I got louder and louder forgetting the open door anyone could and most definitely did hear us. I jabbed my finger at his chest with each sentence. I was done shrugging things off.
His expression faltered, the composure slipping like a mask. “That’s not fair—”
“Fair?” I hissed. “You have no idea what fair looks like. You broke something in me that I can’t get back. Did that feed your hunger? Your grace? To leave me bloodied as you played the victim!”
We stood toe to toe now, too close, too raw. The air between us felt alive — like lightning before a storm. His eyes searched mine, desperate, but I wouldn’t let him find what he was looking for.
“Lara.” Wrath’s voice came from the balcony doorway, cold and commanding. “Inside. Now.”
Neither of us moved. I stared at Gluttony, my heart pounding against my ribs, searching his face for truth, for remorse, for anything that would make the past ten years mean something other than what they were; ruin.
He opened his mouth, but I beat him to it. “Just fucking leave me alone,” I whispered, stepping back.
And this time, he did.
I brushed past him, the scent of him, smoke and sweet ruin clinging to the night air. Wrath’s eyes followed me as I walked inside, and for the first time in a decade, I didn’t look back.
I planned to upload this earlier today (UK time) but I’ve been busy with uni work, mostly my first time writing a report and a group project making me wanna slam my head into a wall, but I managed to do my final revisions and upload it before the end of the day, yay! Tomorrow’s probably also gonna be late. I may not even be able to post it until the the third day, since I do have school then, but after tomorrow, but Monday is the last day before I have over a week off for assignments, and fics, after that, I’ll be off from early(ish) December to late January. I’m also focusing on writing an original story. I’m just in the plotting phases but lmk if you wanna hear about it. Until then, please enjoy this fic, and I can’t wait to see all of the amazing content this week! Thank you @princeofsinweek for creating this event!
Day 1: Dancing at a bonfire
Favourite melody - Father!Wrath X Daughter!Euphemia X Mother!Emilia
WC: 1698
TW: Nothing but fluff. And mentions of canon typical violence. None of it is carried out, just talked about.
With the final stroke of the bow, strum of the cello, demons halt in their steps. Faces are flushed, and eyes twinkle as they bow once more to their partners. Some remain reluctant to step away, while the sound of clicking heels amongst the chatter hint that others can’t get away fast enough. Amongst them, the King of Hell stood, eyes glued on his wife, who‘s nails trailed from his shoulder, up to his jaw. Wrath’s eyes flickered from her to her perfectly manicured nails, and a sinful smile spreads across his face. His lips had barely parted before a high pitched scream rang out across the ball room, gathering many eyes.
“Daddy! Mama! Help! I’m being kidnapped!”
Ebony wings snapped free, casting a shadow across ornate ballroom. His house dagger is drawn before he makes it three steps away. Frightened murmurs are sent to the back of his mind. The frenzied footsteps of demons rushing out of his way go in one ear and out the other. For the first time in perhaps centuries, Wrath was aware of every vein in his body. Every breath, every step, felt like another century.
At the other end of obscenely decorated ballroom, demons had clustered together. Wrath didn’t stop to consider the murmurs rippling through the crowd, or even turn to see if Emilia had followed. No. The crowd barely parted fast enough for him to make his way too where his daughter continued to shriek. His eyes zeroed in on large hand loosely holding onto her wrist as she stomped screamed and stomped.
“It’s your fault she’s like this you know.” It wasn’t until he felt his wife’s hand on his arm that Wrath fully processed the words he’d heard. Lust, meanwhile, didn’t even bother to glance at his brother. Nor did he seem particularly phased by the ice coating half of Envy’s throne room. Instead, he raised an unimpressed brow as Euphemia stomped her little pink dolly shoes against polished dress shoes with all the might her little body could muster. Of all the things she had to inherit, did your dramatics have to be one of them?”
Wrath stiffly cocked his head, eyeing his brother, who pretended not to notice the tick in his jaw as he stared down at his niece. The temperature dropped, and any remaining sounds, be they from gossiping courtiers or lords and ladies whispering of sneaking to a more private space nearby, ceased. Ice creeped up the wall, over ornate frames and even began spreading across the ceiling. Perhaps Envy and Camilla disappearing from their own party wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Every eye in the court had turned to them, and nearby nobles dared not even inch backwards in the face of their king’s fury, least of all when it was directed at another princes.
But, it seemed those of divine ordainment had yet to abandon them entirely.
Before Wrath could gut his brother, a warm hand pressed against his forearm. His eyes slid to his wife, but she payed him no mid as she stepped forward.
“Lust.” Her voice rang out in the silence of the party, the warmth masking all but a spark of the fire that longed to reduce her brother in law to cinders at this moment. “What *exactly* do you think you’re doing?”
Lust shot her an amused grin.
“I was just offering my precious niece the chance to share a dance with her *favourite* uncle, but she seems to have inherited her father’s dramatics and just started attacking me!”
Wrath’s brow twitched. Emilia’s gaze shifted to her fussy daughter. She hadn’t shrieked or squirmed like this since she was a toddler throwing tantrums.
“Mama! Uncle Lust is kidnapping me!”
She let out a breath, before gliding forward and gently removing Lust’s grip, despite his protests. Euphemia immediately clutched at her mother’s skirts, glaring daggers at her uncle, who shot her an equally unimpressed stare right back.
“Lust, I’m sure you have a surplus of willing dance partners waiting,” she sighed, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. “If none of them are to your liking,” she continued, upon seeing him open his mouth to protest, “then go find Sloth and have him dance with you instead.”
Wrath snorted that, while Lust brought a hand to his chin, seemingly thinking it over. Emilia swore she felt the temperature just around her drop another degrees or two, and new set of eyes, far less reluctant than any lord or lady, land on her the very moment the suggestion came out of her mouth. She’d be sure to watch her back, perhaps cast a few more protection spells, at the next party Sloth was attending. Just in case.
Before she could contemplate it any further, Lust had already slunk off, likely to find his bibliophile brother, and the room began to return to a normal temperature. Demons reluctantly returned to their conversation.
Gentle tugging at her skirt drew her attention, and her gown splayed out like a flower as she knelt before her princess. With warm hands, she cupped Euphemia’s cheek, thumb gently tracing over the coal hue that had been dusted over her olive complexion. Her makeup was very minimum, but the blush, neutral eyeshadow, and clear lipgloss was the extent of which makeup she was allowed at her age.
“I know you love your family, my lovely. And I know you love to tease Uncle Lust, but that was going a tad far, don’t you think?” Emilia asked, her free hand moving to stroke her daughter’s long, silvery hair. “You had your father and me very worried when you began screaming.”
“‘M sorry, Mama. Sorry daddy.” Her voice was a Low murmur in the room of demonic nobles.
Wrath settled at her side, pressing a soft kiss to her brow.
“Just, consider yelling something else the next time your uncle is doing something that warrants punishment, Filia,” Wrath offers. “Or just stab him your-“
Emilia’s jabs at his ribs with her elbow, a scowl on her face. Wrath merely shoots her a mischievous grin. She sighs, turning her attention back Euphemia, ready to put this entire thing to rest.
“Is there a reason you didn’t want to dance with your Uncle? You had so much fun with him at the last ball. I think the only reason you regretted it was because you and Uncle Gluttony gorged yourselves on sweets *before* stepping onto the dance floor,” Wrath interjected, before Emilia could end the discussion.
Euphemia glanced around the crowded room, fidgeting under their gaze.
“Last time, I danced with mama first. This time, I wanted to dance with daddy first.” she shrugged, and Emilia felt her heart ache at her shyness. “But you both looked so happy dancing together. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Wrath frowned, but Emilia immediately pulled her daughter close.
“Oh, you don’t have to hold back what you want Euphy,” she coos, then pulls back. “If you wanna dance with either of us, then just ask.”
Wrath hums in agreement, gently stroking the top of her head. They smile at the delighted giggle that escapes her, even as several eyes turn their way. Curious, but not foolish enough to intrude on the moment.
“This applies to all matters, Euphy. If you want something, ask. Especially since you’ll be attending more balls once you’re older. At some point, other nobles will start coming to you with offers to dace. You’ll learn how to respond in your lessons, so remember them.”
Euphemia nods, and her chest lightens at the thought of covering something so fun in her etiquette lessons. Fantasies of dance practicies with her parents, and showing off to her uncles float through her mind.
“But, outside of what your tutors will no doubt tell you,” Wrath draws her attention back to the present, a scowl on his face. “Remember that if they get persistent, either gut them, or find one of us. Your mama, me, your uncles and aunties, it does’t matter. We’ll always protect you. Especially from foolish young demons who’s pride grow too large for their heads.”
Emilia sighs.
“What your father means to say, is if someone you don’t want to dance with bothers you, feel free to take punitive measures. Or, come find us, and we’ll take them for you.”
Another flurry of giggles escape their daughter, leaving the King and Queen delighted.
Wrath rises to his feet, and moves just to her side before bending at the waist.
“Care for a dance, my lady?” He offers his daughter.
Emilia can see the delighted squeal building in her throat, but Euphemia clears her throat and steps back before it escapes.
“I would be honoured, you majesty.” She responded, giving a somewhat awkward curtsy before following him to the ballroom.
As the next song began, Emilia watched in delight as Wrath guided their daughter through the steps, grinning broadly at the excited giggles she couldn’t seem to suppress. At some point, he began deviating from all standard dances all together, choosing to lift their princess towards the ceiling and spins her amongst the crowd. Some demons gawk from the sidelines, watching their King indulge his daughter’s free spirts, while others shot disapproving glares. Some mothers hid scowls behind pretty fans or dainty palms, murmuring what she can only assume are shrewd warnings and observations to their daughters.
She made a note to ask Fauna about it later. As of now, she slid her gaze back to her squealing daughter. Her gold eyes were bright with mischief and joy as Wrath spun her across the checkered dance floor. Her hair trailed behind her, gleaming under the lights like silver flames, and her pink gown billows out like shimmering rose with each turn.
Thinking back, Emilia can’t recall a celebration that had ever felt as upbeat or lively as this, no matter how much joy she attributes, or fondly she looks back on each memory. Though, she supposed that none of the music at those other parties were accompanied by the delighted squeals and laughter of her daughter. That, she finds, That, she finds, is her most favourite melody.
Gather your hexed objects, paintbrushes, quills, and daggers! It is time to prepare for a week of wicked delights! November 2nd - November 8th is going to be a week of fun for the Seven (Eight) Circles.
More detailed themes for each day below:
Day 1: Dancing at a Bonfire
Music and laughter drummed all around. How does music influence the circles? Perhaps a song reminds you of one of the princes. Or a lyric/poem inspires you.
For example: Write a fic based on a song like Happier Than Ever with Prince Pride. Or Iris for Wrath. Have fun with this one!
Day 2: Tell Me I'm Your Favorite Sin
This will be a very juicy! One because the princes hate showing other sins. Some examples would be Wrath showing Lust's sin or Pride showing Sloth's How would they react? What would they do? Who's causing them to act this way? Does anyone else notice? 👀
Day 3: Some Kind of Knight and Not a Wicked Prince
Reader/OC is in charge or saves the Prince. Or one of the current FMC's like Adriana, bosses Gluttony around.
Day 4: Many Texts in My Collection
In celebration of Sloth getting his book and Lore being a fellow book lover. This day will be about the princes being in our world. What would they do with the reader?
Or an AU where they are in one of your other favorite books.
Day 5: The Brothers
Exploring the brothers relationships. Maybe one gives another advice or they have family dinner together once a month that leads to bickering.
Day 6: Free Day of Indulgence
Free day! Anything you would like to post on this day about the princes!
Day 7: Biggest Party of the Century
This could be anything! Weddings, the Feast of Wolves, victorious hunt, you name it! They love to party!
Gather your hexed objects, paintbrushes, quills, and daggers! It is time to prepare for a week of wicked delights! November 2nd - November 8th is going to be a week of fun for the Seven (Eight) Circles.
More detailed themes for each day below:
Day 1: Dancing at a Bonfire
Music and laughter drummed all around. How does music influence the circles? Perhaps a song reminds you of one of the princes. Or a lyric/poem inspires you.
For example: Write a fic based on a song like Happier Than Ever with Prince Pride. Or Iris for Wrath. Have fun with this one!
Day 2: Tell Me I'm Your Favorite Sin
This will be a very juicy! One because the princes hate showing other sins. Some examples would be Wrath showing Lust's sin or Pride showing Sloth's How would they react? What would they do? Who's causing them to act this way? Does anyone else notice? 👀
Day 3: Some Kind of Knight and Not a Wicked Prince
Reader/OC is in charge or saves the Prince. Or one of the current FMC's like Adriana, bosses Gluttony around.
Day 4: Many Texts in My Collection
In celebration of Sloth getting his book and Lore being a fellow book lover. This day will be about the princes being in our world. What would they do with the reader?
Or an AU where they are in one of your other favorite books.
Day 5: The Brothers
Exploring the brothers relationships. Maybe one gives another advice or they have family dinner together once a month that leads to bickering.
Day 6: Free Day of Indulgence
Free day! Anything you would like to post on this day about the princes!
Day 7: Biggest Party of the Century
This could be anything! Weddings, the Feast of Wolves, victorious hunt, you name it! They love to party!
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Majority thinks Lust is the youngest. Sloth was the second highest. Some thought Envy, Greed or Gluttony was the youngest too! Very interesting! Well this it for the polls for now. Thank you for participating! I might do some more in October to countdown Prince of Sin Week!
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