I ordered vanilla ice cream for dessert, but I got a Devil instead.
Falling Devil x F!Reader
- Nothing escapes the Falling Devil's gaze, even tho they are closed all the time. Her “eyes” look at you with a sharpness that rivals the knives she carries with her, of the oversized woman with the many limbs. You are lucky to have passed the journeyman's exam and fulfilled your dream of becoming a chef. But that was only because you met her. And you were happy, because she "taught" you, even when her ways were unorthodox.
 - Like a miserable street dog, she had found you in the alley; your eyes were tired, the neon lights of the city only made things worse. But what you couldn't imagine at that moment was how your heart pounded when she smiled at you so strangely. The blood running down her face didn´t deter you. Yet, in an blink of an eye, she was gone. So was the warmth inside you that flamed up for a short moment. “What the hell.”, you only had whispered and went back inside to the kitchen.Â
- Despite all this, you were surprised to find her in a corner of your flat as you closed the door behind you after the long day at work. You offered her a blanket, but she only smiled at you more and she mumbel something in french. One of her hands only shoved you into the direction of your bedroom.
 - "You don't have a name...?" you had asked, looking around dully as she cracked the egg with amazing speed and mixed it with the freshly cut ingredients. That she would make you breakfast is not something you would have expected. What a strange devil. Surprisingly, she was very nice, even though she killed your other two flatmates. (She wanted to cook them too, but you stopped her). Her witty, humorous nature, coupled with her sophistication, made her really attractive.
