[Reader is entirely gender neutral, but referred to as "pretty" at some point if that bothers anyone]
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"Cold."
"Chilly."
"Icy."
"Freezing."
Shivering bodies huddle together beneath the cloak of tucked feathers. Brilliant radiance burns brighter than the dim, tinted lights lining the parlor's ceiling - christen above a stagnant shadow's head. A glowing crown embleming their higher standing in a place where the influence of many akin to their role has been lost amongst the cloud of smoke and the cheap, addictive thrill of material wealth.
Glasses clink as patrons toss back cocktails of their fancy; drowning out sorrow and sense alike with each tip. Lovers mingle by the bar - many never to see one another again once the haze and adrenaline wears off.
Juvenile in comprises to those of their flock who have guided humanity since the dawn of time, the newly appointed guardian had heard countless tales of places such as this. Honey traps to the swarms of souls facing hardship in their lives.
"Your human is so lucky!"
Lesser in height and overall size, the smaller entity glued closes to your hip sighs wistfully - muffled by the hard shell of the gas mask hooked to their face.
"They always get the nicest things....." The next mournfully utters - woe in their voice a bitter parallel to the smiling clown's face taking place of their own.
"Not a thing. An angel! Prettiest, most precious one we've ever seen. Can we keep you, pretty angel? Can we, can we?" The rabbit masked pleads - fluffy tail stitched into the back of their skirt bouncing with each spring of their heels against the floor.
"Now, now- Let's all get a hold of ourselves." Rational in tone, the blank face of the last maid is one you note nuzzling deepest into the fluff of your wings.
"Wouldn't want to scare our guest off before we got to know them better, right?"
"Right!" The maids shout in eerie unison. It's your turn to shutter as they all simultaneously nestle in closer to your person.
You wouldn't be in this predicament if it weren't for them. Your human. It's impossible to keep an eye on them for long in this hellish venue. Between the stench of ash and the damned, their scent ripe with sweat from grueling hours of labor is lost on you. All those hard weeks of work and the fruit of their efforts - wasted in a single night.
You've tried so hard to reach them. Whispered. Begged. Screamed at them to stop. No matter how loud the voice of reason screeched, they still returned. And so did you. Unwillingly bidding your time with the company of demons. A collective who has taken quite the liking to you.
"It hurts, doesn't it?.... Watching them throw their life away?"
It does. You've yet to hardened against the teachings of your elders. You were once human yourself, but to love humans - you have to accept the fact you can't save everyone.
"We'd listen to you, if that makes you feel better- We already do whatever our bosses say, but doing chores for the one we care about is ten times more fun!"
"Yeah! You'd never have to lift a finger again..... There's a lovely spa in the east wing where you can relax and soak... well, your wings! And whatever else that aches."
"Pleaseee, let us spoil you! We'll do a good job, we'll love and protect you for ever and ever!"
Youre suffocating. Smothered benath the weight of your duties. Their promises. A demon's tongue speaks only lies, yet there is something alien to you in their eyes whenever you walk through theirs doors. Something lost on you in your ascension to a holier form.
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"Have we already discussed the possibility of panties?"
"...Oh, oh!...What's the name of that other cut we learned of? Quite popular with single guests. A..... th...ong - as the humans say?"
The collective pondering of one mind spliced between four individual mouths. Pardoned from their routinely duties for break as per the agreements of their contract, the Aces' unionized psyche in no way ceases when there is no labor left to be done. Granted their freedom, the demons waste zero time refocusing their endeavors on matters important to themselves as a whole.
In present times, there has been but one soul able to obtain their undivided attention. A human guest no different from the rest at first glance, yet every encounter the Aces share with them leaves them yearning to peal back the layers of their new obsessions inner self.
"Boxers are a more traditional wear..." The first Ace firmly states, tapping a finger to the blank corner of their mask where their chin would be. "Full coverage, doesn't form to the figure well.. Almost like they have something to hide. Our human is a mystery person, aren't they?"
"Yes, Yes!- Although, I believe panties fall in the same category." The next continues, the cherries in their voice garbled by the clunky gas masked attached to their face. "A common choice, however they contort to the shape of the body better than boxers.. Perhaps a sign of comfort in their own skin?"
"That's a beautiful way to put it, Ace... Hate to sour it, but wouldn't something breathable and lacey like a thong show more confidence?" The meekest of the group points out - hands cupped over the painted eyes of their mask in shame. "Could also be signs of a flirtatious spirit. You've seen the way they've smiled at us."
"Honestly, does the type even matter?" The rabbit eared demon chirps - speaking the truths others in their group tend to ignore. "Regardless, what we really want to know is if they wouldn't mind us "borrowing" a pair. Besides, we all know color is the real decider of their personality."
"That's it."
All eyes and eyes turn to the blank-faced Ace as their fist connects with the center of their palm.
"The only way we'll ever find out without them thinking we're perverse is to preform a panty raid."
"Genius idea, Ace!" Rabbit exclaims, hopping to their feet - arm interlocked with the timid demon to their right.
"Do we still consider it a panty raid when we aren't sure what we're searching for?" Clown squeaks as they're dragged from their seat.
"An underwear raid, then?" Gas mask politely proposes, linking their arm to Clown's free elbow as they rise from their spot on the bench.
"Underwear Raid..."
A chant, a chorus stemming from the solitary uttering of the hivemind's newest goal.
"Underwear Raid, Underwear Raid, Underwear Raid-"
The group merrily carols their recitation all throughout the halls of the casino on their committed path to your suite. Pass the buffet, awaiting the elevator, reaching the top floor where prestigious guests were booked. A show in the main auditorium on the flirt floor bestowed enough leeway for them to get the job done undetected.
"Alright, Aces- Let's get too work!"
Minutes tick away as the demons disburse, each taking a separate corner of your room to search. Rabbit darts for the nightstand beside your bed, meanwhile Clown yelps at the sight of their reflection in the bathroom mirror as they enter the smaller space. Blank calmly sorts through the drawers of your dresser as Gas Mask heads for the closet, both leaving every article of clothing they touch exact as they found them.
"No boxers..." Rabbit announces beneath the confines of your bed, audibly dejected.
"No panties." Gas Mask declares, shutting the doors inch by inch - closing them without so much as a click.
"No thong...." Clown mournfully weeps, the wetness in their eyes felt by the three remaining demons in the room.
"Nothing here either." Blank remarks, admitting defeat with the slam of the dresser drawer - though all is not loss. "If they have no underwear at all then maybe...."
would clover loves a clingy y/n who wants his attention and constantly craves his touch?
Clingy Darling is his ideal partner- Bunny magician man longs for a Darling as touch starved as he is he'd give his soul if he was still in possession of it for the chance to meet them.
Parting is such sweet sorrow when he has to perform, but as the saying implies, he cannot wait for the moment the currents fall and he can be with his angel once more. Their attachment to Clover is a guilty pleasure for the demon seeing as what he views to be his eternal hell is now a heaven with his dearest ever desperate for his love with him returning the notion tenfold.
"Surely, this has to be a trick. Given my longstanding streak, it would be foolish to think my luck has finally changed for the better. An angel... My angel.... One who yearns for me same as I them. Is there nothing grander than this?"
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Four members of the hotel staff you have the sneaking suspicion have been following you since you checked in. An extravagant and luxurious hotel spanning roughly the size of a small town - yet you saw their faces at nearly every corner.
It was reasonable to see them from time to time. Your first instance of meeting the group was on your travel to the floor you'd be spending the duration of your stay when you had returned a pendant one of them had dropped after you found it by your door during the confusion. They thanked you profusely as the other members of their team peaked outside the rooms they'd be searching to see the cause of their crewmate's tears.
A few words and hugs of gratitude, plus a few dessert to show how deep their appreciation ran and you thought that would be the end of your tale. You saw them a couple times when you ordered room service - then again when you went out to explore the rest of the resort. One worked behind the register of a gift shop you visited while another escorted you to your seat after you discovered free tickets to a show added on with your purchase of the room. There was always one to cheer you on with whatever recreational actives you indulged in and one to refill your drink.
Even now, as your vacant days drew to a close and you spent one of your final afternoons by the pool your little entourage wasn't far from sight. Two had taken up lawn chairs beside you and politely, but firmly told other guests this area of the pool was closed. Another swam by in a pool float as the last continued to sneak you items in between their stops at other table. Eating one of the snacks they left as hunger lapses your judgement - you shrink into your chair as the two at your shuffle closer.
"Um.... Is there something I can help you with?"
Their eyes grow wide. One mutters in the other's ear, waving the remaining two offer. Joined by their doubles - the four look between themselves and you. They huddle together, whispering to each other and sneaking the occasional glance at you. Ever so often, you hear a soft giggle.
"Are you always that cute?..."
"Or is it just the lighting."
"Your skin looks so soft...."
"Can we touch it?..."
You pull your towel over your legs as the one from the pool reaches out. "... Do you guys do this with all your guests?"
"Course not!"
"You're different - you helped us."
"Nobody ever does that around here - we like you!"
"Wanna keep you safe...."
"Safe? Safe from what?"
The quietest of them gasps, multiple hands shooting over their mouth. The quartet drop their voices to a whisper once more hushed to complete silence as they look at you. Holding a finger to each of their lips, they beckon you closer as they signal to remain quiet.
"Shhhh - not supposed to tell."
"You don't belong here. No human does."
"Boss tries real hard to make this a place for everyone, but not everyone wants that. Demons, angels, others - some don't like mortals treading their territory."
"Cute thing like you would get gobbled right up, but we won't let that happen. You'll our little secret."
Despite the grime tale - the group laugh to themselves at their teammate's final words. Something about the usage of the phrase "ours" tickled their brains. You, on the other hand were having none of it and wrote it off as some fucked prank while recognizing the terror of what it could really be. Examining the identical maids - you notice one of them are wearing name tags.
"Can you at least tell me who you are?"
Pointing at their faces, the group shouts in unison - "Ace!"
"Wait- so you're saying you're all named Ace?"
"Yes!"
Your head throbs. "I.. think I need to go lay down."
"Would you like one of us to carry you?"
"I'll manage, thanks." You squeeze past the maids and towards the elevator. Thay was strange, but you'll be out of here soon as it's not your problem. As soon as you leave, the closest to you pulls out your phone. They all shake hands for a job well done, crowding around your phone.
"Great job, Ace!- That was close."
"You said it Ace. Luckily I was able to watch them unlock their phone a few times so we should have access."
"Oh! Maybe they have more pictures of themselves!"
"Focus. We need to make sure nobody knows where they are.... but it couldn't hurt to check.
The demon in possession of your phone unlocks it on the first try and with the others scours the device for any little detail they could find.
"So cute~ I wanna kiss their cheeks."
"Think Boss will let us keep them?"
"Course they will! We've been good lately, and given all the stuff we do already - we can take care of them better than whatever their old life was like."
"They'll be so happy with us.... Let's go make them a gift basket to welcome them home~ ♡"
Clover [Rabbit Demon Magician Yan] + a friendly demon darling with the ability to pop their body parts off at will. Darling is the missing piece to Clover's show- Mortals in the audience are amazed and horrified when the magician takes an axe to his assistant's neck. He doesn't want to, but darling insists because they want to see their new boss succeed How are they still able to talk with their head craddled in his arms?
Darling is an angel for all they do to save Clover's act. He'd be lost without them. There isn't a single thing about Darling the magician doesn't adore. Their supportive nature. Their smile that never false to capture the crowd. Their unwavering trust in Clover- Clover has the upmost faith in Darling. They're always coming up with new acts to liven things up. Is their anything Darling can't do?
"Mr. Clover? I thought up a fun new idea for the show! What if after we chop my head off I swallow a sword?"
"Ah? Interesting, but- wouldn't it stick out the back of your throat?"
"Don't be silly, sir! Even if they're detached from each other, my body and my head are still connected. Shall I give you a demonstration?"
Darling truly is a sight to behold. Clover wonders if they'd do what they did to that sword to him someday....
"I'm the worst superior ever."
Darling's out here with his best interest in mind, and Clover has this disgusting thoughts about them. How can he not? They entrust him to carry their head everyday - it was only a matter of time before he had them. Such inviting lips. Those eyes- He'd get lost in them if it weren't for the cheers of their fans. He'd do worse if they weren't there at all. With Darling's permission, Clover doesn't know what he'd do exactly-
"Your paws are so soft, sir! Would you mind holding my head while I take a nap?"
But it's probably best if Clover keeps those fantasies to himself. At least until he has the guts to confess his undying love for his compassionate assistant.
thinking of clover tonight. sending him off to a show with a warm packed meal and welcoming him home with the gluck gluck tornado twister 3000 etc etc
This gave me whiplash, chief, it started off so wholesome and sweet- I will say Bunny magician man would be leagues more confident with his performances if he had a nice meal waiting for him backstage and someone back back in his living quarters to take care of other needs he may have. Heck, there might even be less casualties because of it.
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Clover: Oh, stars- There's more people in the crowd than I thought. I'll ask my dearest for their support. That's all any good magician needs.
Clover: D-Dearest! Do you have any words of comfort for me? You're the only one who keeps me going in my darkest hour - a little reassurance is all I need. I know I can count on you!
Reader: Do a good job and I'll suck you off in the dressing room.
Clover: .... Aha- I adore your sense of humor, but now isn't really the time for jokes until I reach the stage, my dear.
Reader: Who said I was joking?
Clover, pulling on his tie: Oh... I-I see... I'll do my best then!
[It was the most successful show the casino had seen since the debut of the magician's act.]
