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“If anyone’s curious but Leona-San keeps a car seat in his car just in case anyone has any doubts of his status as a father.” FROM RUGGIE OF COURSE WITH LOVE <3

Oh great.

“Shut it,” he groans at the other’s comment, tempted to see how far he could punt him right about now. “You and your loud mouth, tch. For the last time, that’s for Cheka when the furball rides in my car.” Not to mention it doubled as a booster seat for a certain hyena so the guy could see beyond the hood of the car when he was trying to use it.

“Who’s side are you on? Keep it up and I’ll stick all the babysitting duties on you for those stupid things.” Just when were all these tsums going home sot his nightmare could end!?

pinned against a wall prompts [ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

   Why isn’t he answering? Ling Wen feels like an animal shoved into a cage far too small for it as she stares blankly at the scroll in front of her. Whatever it is, she can’t be bothered by it when there’s something more concerning at hand. Where was Pei Ming? There wasn’t any reports of danger or disturbances (she’d know, she’d been actively monitoring all the open communication arrays). Sometimes there were areas that could make the connection fragile or impossible. Logically, Pei Ming likely had just passed through or gone into one to fulfill an easy prayer and that was that. She shouldn’t make a big deal out of this.

   But a chill still drags its claws down her spine in defiance of her rational logic.. Ling Wen is used to being winter, not having the fangs of anxiety pierce her. It doesn’t matter how different the situation is. The last time no one had answered, Shi Wudu had come back dead. He hadn’t even come back whole. They still didn’t have his head and they likely never would. It’s a memory that makes her feel sick and cold. But it brings on a GREATER thought of concern. Not Pei Ming. She’d take his spot if need be. The weight of her crimes far outweighed his.

   Ling Wen only vaguely registers the fact she’s abandoned her work and is walking through the Heavenly Capital’s streets when she suddenly feels a wave of dizziness hit her. She can still remember the disbelief when they’d come back at the idea that Shi Wudu was dead. ( And not even by a trial. )  How it’d only truly hit her that night when she’d gone to his palace with its snuffed out lights. She’d stood in the vacant halls or a minute only to collapse to the cold tile and had cried for the first time over the loss. She can’t do that again. She can’t. The end of time would still be far too soon for her to lose someone so dear to her.

   Her hands find the door to push open Pei Ming’s palace hall doors - no one would think twice about her appearing there given how often the three tumors had once visited each other. But the door feels impossibly heavy as she pushes it with all her effort and steps inside. Her blue eyes stare ahead, and despite being present, everything feels disorienting and far away.  But an arm catches her, guides her, till her back is against the wall and giving her the support that it felt like her legs were about to stop giving her.

   Ling Wen takes a moment to process that someone had grabbed and helped her - as if they knew before she did of what might be about to happen. Impossible. No one could do that except one now. She lifts her head to see.......Pei Ming. Relief rushes over her in a tidal wave that leaves her even more disoriented from the sudden shift of fear to pure relief.

   And she promptly slaps him only to immediately sink into his chest, her hands clutching onto the fabric of his robes. She doesn’t cry, but her breath stutters, struggling to fill her lungs when she chokes on emotion. Surprise, joy, relief. He was okay. He was fine, he didn’t even seem to be injured. He must have just gotten back. Her eyes squeeze shut, forehead pressed against him as she lets the wall and Pei Ming himself support her.

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concept: your lips at the corner of my jaw, your growls sending shivers down my spine // twin for twin dsnfklds yes i just copied and pasted this shhh

A nice concept, though what good was fantasizing aloud what could just as easily happen. And what good was any distance between them when it felt like their bodies always seemed to call for each other. Leona took it upon himself to resolve both, approaching the other with a clear purpose as his gaze settled on soft lips. Even pulled into a smug smirk, he found they still seemed to lure him in; a charm he couldn’t deny was quite addicting of his twin.

Hands find their way up his twin’s chest, making quick work of the loose shirt as it disintegrated to sand under his touch. Fingers traced gently along the expanse of his chest, tracing every dip and imperfection he’d come to memorize and cherish of the other. His lips find home against the other’s, briefly making his subtle smirk disappear as he claimed the other’s lips in a chaste kiss that only lengthens as their hunger grew. As the passion of the kiss mounted, Leona stepped closer to him, practically pinning him back against the wall as his leg pushed between the other’s.

Twin gazes met briefly as the kiss broke, challenge burning in emerald eyes even as Leona’s hands moved down to grasp the other’s wrists. His lips teasingly brush close to the other’s lips once more, feeling the other’s breath against them before he changed course at the last minute to find a different destination. “...Here?,” he teased in a low voice, his lips just barely ghosting over the left side of his twin’s jawline. Briefly do lips press against dark skin in a kiss, only to trail further down along the curve of his neck. Teeth replace lips as he nipped at unmarred skin teasingly, a deep hum reminiscent of a growl escaping him as he felt a subtle tremble. “Or here?”

Again his lips move, going lower along his twin’s chest towards his collarbone. It’s tempting to bite him again. Harsher this time so as to leave behind a telling mark. He resisted though, releasing captured wrists and taking a step back as a small smirk danced on his lips. “That’s what you meant, right?~”

Who said he was always going to play nice? After all, even his own self wasn’t safe from some teasing every once in a while. But perhaps if the other asked nicely, he may do more~

kiss &&. tell. // @la-poderosa​ stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd . // dia mammon

                 IT WASN’T WELL KNOWN to the public, or even to mammon’s brothers, that the prince and greed were together. sure, they were seen often together, but no one ever pieced together why. no one seemed to have guessed that their crowned prince was absolutely smitten with this demon in front of him who was excitedly dragging him across the square. 

                 shopping dates, meal dates, it was all very simple yet extravagant for mammon all the same. the only place he wouldn’t take his mate was the casino. not only did mammon have awful luck to balance out diavolo’s extremely GOOD luck, but it wasn’t the best image to find the devildom’s next king gambling. 

                 golden eyes caught a small hideaway during their exploration in town and his grip suddenly tightened to grab hold of mammon’s attention. a deep laugh came from the prince and he was tugging the small demon along now. ‘ come here real quick. ’ he ushered the avatar along until they both could squeeze away from the public eye. quite literally, actually, with how large diavolo was, he was nearly suffocated and crushed between the sliver of walls. he only wanted to be here for a minute, wanting to have just a small second with his mate in private . . . 

                 he reached down to cup underneath mammon’s chin and placed his free hand on the damp bricks behind him. diavolo leaned down to press a soft and chaste kiss to soft lips, but he knew it wasn’t enough for the both of them. his eyes quickly offered a small glance to the demon in front of him, who was eagerly waiting for more affection, and he was pressing more kisses to greedy lips. they were soft and playful, occasional nips tugging at lips and tongues tasting each other briefly. 

                 the crowd outside seemed to be heavier the longer they stayed, and diavolo knew that if they continued to remain here, they’d either dive deeper into their desires and be caught, or they’d still be caught . . . only making out instead. either way, it wasn’t a good outcome for the both of them who were sharing a secret together. 

kiss &&. tell. // @la-poderosa​ a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . // michale to raph

                 RAPHAEL MORE OR LESS knew what michael wanted. following him quietly to his rooms after their meeting, everyone probably thought it was odd for their chief to suddenly be so attached to raphael so suddenly - usually it was the other way around: raphael following and clinging to him instead. but he always kept their sins secret and lied even more the following days after. 

                 he had at least expected michael to give him the time to change and wash up, he usually did. that way it didn’t hurt so much and it didn’t have to take so long for michael to loosen him up. however, michael was increasingly impatient and as soon as those doors clicked shut and locked behind them, hands were roughly grabbing at his shoulders and yanking him close. ‘ michael wait --! ’ he tried to catch himself from falling on top of their chief, hands slamming against the decorated doors and having them shudder beneath his strength. 

                 pale lips were quick to claim what he knew was his, biting and gnashing at raphael’s painted pair. a quiet whimper stuttered forth and he opened his mouth before he would bleed. he didn’t know where this desperation came from, and a part of him wondered if a certain clay doll got under michael’s skin while raphael had ran late for their meeting. he was still clumsy with these kisses, tongue stiff and loose all at the same time in attempts to keep up with michael who prodded and tasted. 

                 he felt hands loosen in their bruising grip and felt and heard buttons of his gown popping instead. ‘ mmph, michael-. ’ he gasped quietly feeling the sheer fabric spilling over his freckled shoulders and his soft flesh exposed down to the cincher squeezing his waist. he wanted to pull away, to try and gain some reason with the angel in front of him, but michael was suffocating him. he was touching and grabbing him every way that made raphael’s knees want to buckle. the sound of their heavy breaths mixing together amongst the wetness of lips smacking together and tongues playing together drowned out raphael’s protests. every time he could feel the tip of michael’s tongue tickle the top of his mouth, his gut tightened and choked moans spilled brokenly. 

                 tears were quickly filling his ducts and making his vision bleary. his hands slowly fell from the door and he was throwing his arms around michael’s shoulders instead. he was smaller, but still so much sturdier than raphael. he didn’t flinch or crumble while raphael’s weight pressed deeper into him. it seemed like it was enough to gain his attention though, as hands held the small of his back and he could feel air coming back into his lungs again. 

                 he inhaled deeply and blinked away his tears. ‘ what ... ’ he tried to speak, but he was too out of breath that he had to stop himself. raphael sighed now, tongue darting out to lick his bruised and lipstick smeared lips. he wasn’t sure if michael wanted to continue, he wasn’t making any movements to assume such . . . perhaps he could ask. 

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Never mind the young Savanaclaw student hiding idly away as his pencil sketched the beautiful scene of a lion basking under the summer sun. Truly a remarkable sight.

Rook had only ever been able to witness such beauty from a distance, but now that they shared the same dorm he was able to get more than a view from a fair distance. He watches him closely, noticing every detail. Every gentle breath he took were three seconds apart. Brows knitted to show that while he slept peaceful, he was still on guard, keeping an ear out for anyone who would dare to catch him by surprise.

Rook moved just an inch, fingers reaching to try and quietly remove the small leaf that made itself at home over his bangs. Oh— perhaps he should have left it when he sees a pair of emeralds staring directly at him. ‘Ah, Leona-senpai did I wake you?’ Obvious answer but it didn’t matter to rook. He very enjoyed seeing those eyes open and glaring at him then closed any day.

The lion had heard some rustling earlier, but had opted to ignore it, figuring some of the students were roaming around the gardens between classes. It was only when he felt the air shift and someone reach for him that his eyes snap open, slitted pupils settling on the familiar blond. Oh, it’s him...

His gaze lingered on the human, eyes narrowing in silent question at the outstretched hand before leaning away from it as he sat up with a yawn. “Can’t sleep with all that noise. What are you doing here? Lost something?,” he quipped in turn, trying to get the guy to buzz off now that he was awake and aware of his presence.

He’d heard enough stories about the human since he’d first joined the school, mostly around his odd behavior and unnerving gaze. Leona was no stranger to it, having had the misfortune of catching the guy’s attention one too many times. It didn’t help that the blond came from one of the noble families back in Afterglow, limiting Leona as to how to react lest he get an earful for terrorizing the son of an affluent supporter of the crown. Ugh.

to notice and be noticed. // @la-poderosa​ "I didn't know you knew that." // dia and mammon

                 ‘ it’s hard to be the current prince and not know much about my subjects, old or new. ’ diavolo chuckled softly as he sat down next to the second eldest of their new avatars of sin. 

                 ‘ i know you have a lot on your plate with lucifer being wounded and unconscious, and your brothers being distraught in their new home. ’ being bathed with light and the sounds of birds singing, to now being wrapped in darkness and the sounds of demons hollering and beasts screeching beyond the castle gates - diavolo can only imagine what it was doing to them. unlike lucifer, they had never been here before, never spent time here. it was a harsh adjustment to their harsh reality. 

                 ‘ i’m not so blind to think everything’s okay with you all, but you don’t need to be so scared if you need someone to just talk to. ’ diavolo of all demons knew the feeling of being overburdened with responsibility and no one to speak to about it. ever since his father fell into deep sleep and he had to pick up all his work and burdens at such a young age, he was exhausted inside and he found it hard to keep his head up and shoulders straight and proud. but, he had to. he had a kingdom to run and people to protect under a promise made after the war.

                 golden eyes glanced at the empty bottles of demonus mammon managed to get hold of and he chuckled. he grabbed the remaining half open bottle and he poured some in the only glass. ‘ and if you just want a drinking buddy, i’d like to say i’m pretty good at that too. ’ he hummed softly. 

                 was it unsightly for a prince to drink right from the bottle? perhaps, but diavolo didn’t really feel like grabbing another glass. instead, he tipped his head back and took a heavy gulp of the sweet and spiced liquid.