Cuphead X Reader Drabbles

simply strummed [the devil]

song that is eventually played is also included up there in the media section!!

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C, F, G, A...

Nimble fingers harshly brushed over each string the instrument owned. Tuning this thing properly was a bit of a challenge for you. It was always rather time consuming if the knobs at the top somehow twisted out of place.

You were playing the ukulele while in the Devil's throne. Nobody bothered to toss you out like the overly optimistic pest that you were. Simply because of the fact that you were the Devil's lifelong toy. Toy and significant other, that is. 

"No that's not right.. G, C, E, A-? Ah, that's it!" You squealed, shifting your position in your lover's chair. Your shiny music maker seemed to glisten out of joy that you finally found the core notes! Hooray! You had put it out of it's suffering.

Just because you had put your glossy ukulele out of its own misery, didn't mean you wouldn't inflict a decent amount of dread and emotional pain upon others. Specifically, the one whose throne you sat belonged to. 

He poofed back into his luxurious abode,  tail swishing and swaying as the fur-coated personification of evil sauntered up to you, a smirk growing faster than a sponge tablet in water. He snapped his fingers, and before you even had the chance to breathe, he was in your personal little bubble.

With a stupidly awkward and refrained smile, you strummed the key of C on your ukulele a few times. "Hey babe." He looked down to the happy-go-lucky instrument and scrunched up his nose. "What is that?"

"No 'hey' back?"

"Tell me what this demonic instrument is first."

You held a hand to your chest and gave an overly dramatized gasp. "Like you're one to talk about demonic!" A punch to his shoulder caused him to grin even wider. "And besides, the ukulele sounds soft and sweet."

"Sounds disgusting." He crossed his arms. You levitated momentarily, and he walked beneath you to sit in his own chair. He set you back down in one piece on his lap, watching as you toyed with the strings of your baby guitar. 

"You wouldn't know." He laughed a bit harder than he should have. That was sadly true.

You began strumming the ukulele with the curve of your thumb. His eyes glanced down to your simple hand movements, giving you a face that looked uninterested. 

C, E7, Am

"I feel, like nothing was real until I met you."

He facepalmed the grin that was forming. "Gosh, you're singing too?"

You snickered, before continuing. Dm, G7, C, G7. "I feel like we really connect and.. I really get you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!" 

With him interrupting you like this, it sounded almost as though it was a part of the song itself. The words he spoke somehow perfectly fit in between each chord and verse you vocalized. 

You continued to strum along to the small melody forming in your head, bobbing along as he watched you perform for him blissfully. "If I said 'you're a pretty hot guy', would it upset you?" 

A hand supported his cheek, and he shook his head in response to your lyrics. "Not at all." "Shut up." Cue a snort. "Because the way you look tonight.. oh so hellish, I'll never forget it!"

Your strumming intensified. He was highly amused by this, somehow. How quickly you had changed this guy's opinion on the small instrument, with just a few chords! He sat in anticipation for more of your smooth voice and the string strumming that followed.

"Oh, Mister Devil." You made sure to look him in the eyes for the chorus. "Your demonic rituals have touched my heart." The laughs erupting between the two of you couldn't be contained. The words you made up were so doltish, so satirical, but they were oh so fitting. "Oh, Mister Devil, I won't let anything in this world keep us apart."

You finished with a big smile, that he wanted to capture and frame and look at for all eternity. That would be difficult though. He was an edge lord, so keeping something so bright and peppy would be highly uncharacteristic of him.

So instead he robbed you of your instrument. That was more fitting for his personality. He sat up and held the miniature music maker much like you did, and strummed, in an attempt to mimic you. He failed. In fact, he failed so hard that the end result of this was him accidentally cutting one of your strings with his claws. 

He was in for it now.

The day ended with him summoning you a newer, cooler ukulele for a replacement and an additional silent treatment towards him. The silent treatment lasted ten minutes... and then you were crawling back to him, begging for his undivided attention.

Nevertheless, you two had fun together, just goofing off, doing something that wasn't somehow related to the casino and or gambling. It was peaceful. It was.. heartwarming. And all this just happened to take place thanks to one devilish instrument in particular. Who knew?