I'm rereading Makai Ouji, so I'm taking drabble requests. I'm open to any characters and most ships. Please only request if you're 18+
Any Rating - G to E
Finished piece will be between 100 to 500 words, final wordcount is at my discretion.
Any Character - Especially the ones that don't get enough attention
No: Kinks involving body waste or body fluids
No: Ships involving Lamia, Amon, Mammon
Depending on when your character (s) appear the manga, your request may take longer than others.
I've mainly only written for Dantalion/Sytry in the past. It's what I'm most comfortable with, but I'm very willing to try new characters and ships
Need help thinking of a prompt? I'm doing drabbles for Writer's Month. Currently, prompts 1 to 3 are spoken for but feel free to use any other others in your request.
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Alastor's signature grin is persistent upon his lips, but the moisture playing at the edges of his eyes and nose isn't exactly helping his ferocity; glaring back at Lucifer weakly, he perches against the bar seat and roots around for a napkin as the King watches from behind the rim of his warm pink coffee cup.
Bodily dysfunction and Alastor weren't exactly synonymous. Probably one of the reasons why Lu liked playing with his feelings so much... drawing any inordinate reaction from the deer felt like a small churlish win. Back to the King, the radio demon is ignoring the new attention to the fullest.
As per usual, Husk watches them from the end of the bar.
"The fuck you lookin' at me for, you're the one who tells me to 'tend the bar', that's what I'm doin'. Not my fault you land at the bar I'm tending to spout your bullshit," the feline demon is muttering after Al shoots him a look only slightly under the radar. Lucifer is curious, but he stays in place until Alastor has cleaned his face up. Despite the continued silence (sans Husk's bitching), Alastor still seems irritated by the small amount of attention he's drawn to himself with just a simple sneeze.
"Just didn't think of the 'all-powerful radio demon' as someone to let an itty bitty cold bother him, that's all!" How cheery Lucifer manages to sound. Now that he's finally taken to the podium to respond, a the King's toothy grin is half-hidden by the new pink mug... the likes of which he holds in a vice-like grip- as Alastor as ruined the front of his outfit at the start of a new day not just once but twice.
For all the prodding that Lucifer has put Alastor through over the years, picking and flirting, he's never once blushed. But this time, through luck and combination of words, he's managed to embarrass the cervine demon just right to engage embarrassment instead of aggression.
The open physical response leaves Lucifer speechless. Wrist going slack, the cup drops a couple of inches to show his own slack-jaw; Alastor's ears have flattened back against his head an angry red blush furrows over his scrunched cheeks. It fills Lucifer with an all too familiar feeling...
...cuteness aggression.
Tea splatters to the floor, a few stray splashes, forgotten in the moment. "Stop mocking me!" Lucifer's brain works fast- was it... the praise? All-powerful? Even in a slandering tone, that had... ?
Had... he been mocking him? Kind of, though not in the way maybe Al would have expected. It was coy, playful- he did think of Alastor as powerful. Not as powerful as some of the powerhouses he'd come to know within his time, but a powerful demon of his own right. Though as they'd often say; physical strength wasn't everything. Alastor was powerful in his own right, as a multi-dimensional creature, trickery dressed in finery.
"What? You are powerful. And stupid cute when you sneeze."
Stupid cute? What the fuck did that even mean? Alastor sputters, growling openly and hiding behind his splayed hands before finally he's decided there's nowhere he can successfully hide here and it's time to go.
As planned... Lucifer sips his drink in silence as he watches the radio demon's shadow high-tail it out of the foyer with it's master in tow.
Hello hello! Saw that requests are open and decided to offer: The Boys dealing with either a) some young, drunk humans stumbling into the cave one night on a dare or something juvenile, or b) the pack dealing with some vampiric or otherwise interlopers in the territory. Thank you!!
Thanks Think for the request! I dunno why, but the first thing I thought of for this request was merfolk and the boys so here you go! I wrote this in one of so apologies if it's short!
(Featuring: Poly Lost Boys and new Vampire Michael!)
David had been missing since dusk. Michael had been worried at first, waking in the roost without the platinum blonde dangling next to him or elsewhere in the deep cavernous pit the boys called home. Sensing the confusion and worry in the bond, Paul had come bounding over to Michael’s side. The wild-haired blonde slung his arm around the fledgling’s shoulder, dragging him into the main area of the cave.
“Don’t worry, Mikey,” he reassured as he ruffled Michael’s curls. “Dave’s just gone out to do somethin’. Sure he’ll be back in a bit.”
‘Back in a bit’ translated into nearly three hours later. None of the other three vampires were hungry (thanks to some poor tourists who’d stumbled too close to the cave the night before), so it was a quiet night in. Paul was sprawled across Star’s old bed, lost in a haze of weed, taking long drags from his joint and muttering the lyrics to the King Crimson song coming from the boom box. From where Michael and Dwayne were sat, hunched over an old chess board, Michael couldn’t quite make out the words even with his enhanced hearing. Marko was lost in the task of attempting to find an available spot on the jigsaw puzzle that was his jacket, a new patch he’d scavenged from one of their most recent victims in hand. Some kind of pirate-flag looking thing.
“Your move, Michael,” the lower tenor of Dwayne’s voice hummed, the ravenette resting one arm against his leg. Michael chewed slightly on his lower lip as he studied the checkered board of the chess game. His black pieces contrasting against the faded white ones Dwayne were playing. He’d never been a chess person, and in his immense patience, Dwayne had offered to teach him. Only problem was, Dwayne was teaching him the human way.
Michael searched through the bond to find Dwayne’s mind. He wasn’t very good at the whole vampiric telepathy thing, it felt like he was learning how to ride a bike all over again. So he couldn’t help the burst of pride he felt as his mind ‘bumped’ against Dwayne’s, the strands of the bond curling around the other’s mind, reaching in-
Suddenly Michael felt his mind nearly ‘thrown back’, like a wall had come slamming down hair in front of him. Dwayne’s dark eyes flickered a light hearted warning at him, the edges of his lips twitching into a smile.
“No peeking, Michael.”
Michael huffed, unable to help the pout that came across his face. “No fair, you guys are always cheating-”
“Cheating, yes, but never using the bond.” Dwayne countered, gesturing to the board. “Your move.”
Michael rolled his eyes, but still reached forward to take his rook and move it, only for a sudden presence to fill the cave.
David was back.
Michael whipped his head around at nearly light speed to find the blonde man striding across the hotel foyer to where his boys had made themselves comfy. The smell of sea spray and sand hung to David, as well as something…well, fishy. No, literally fishy, like a fish market or something. Michael's nose scrunched up as he recoiled from the scent.
Just where the hell had David been?
“Everything alright?” Dwayne asked, reaching a hand out. David took it in his gloved hand as Dwayne guided him down to sit on the couch next to Marko who all but flung himself into David's lap, jacket and patch forgotten for the time being.
“Yep. Just a mer pod passing through, heading for-”
“Wait, mer?” Michael interrupted. David let out a surprised laugh, his ice blue eyes watching the confusion on the other's face in amusement. Not malicious, just amusement. In his arms, Marko giggled at Michael's lack of education in the supernatural world.
“Merfolk, mermaids, fish people.” David explained casually, as if discussing the weather.
“Don't call them fish people,” Paul called out from where he was still lounging. “trust me man, they'll bite your ass if you do. Did it to me back in ‘78, pretty sure I've still got a bite mark.”
Michael stated in disbelief at Paul. The blonde had a habit of just saying the most shocking things at times - and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to believe half of it.
“Regardless,” David said, “the pod isn't staying in the area. They just need to spend a night or two in the bay to hunt, and then they'll be on their way.”
“Hunt?” Michael questioned. Marko gave a weary, dramatic sigh.
“Oh, poor Michael Emerson, still so shocked to discover other creatures exist and require flesh to live,” the blonde bemoaned. Michael flipped him off in retaliation
“Sorry, only last week I found out werewolves exist. Cut me some slack.” He said, once again going for his rook.
“Wait until you find out about zombies.” Dwayne grinned, and the game of chess was quickly forgotten about.
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ok! now that we did stuff that we absolutely had to do (stuff that wasn't self indulgent) we're deciding to do art requests!! they would be just tiny little doodles or small comics or smth and all traditional (maybe trace them to make them digital) and would prefer them to be from sources we know! :D
(basically just look at ship tags and the sources we prefer doing are Supernatural, Death Note, maybe The Boys)
