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me: *looks at my boy for even a second*
me: my sweet boy, my baby boy, my honey boy, my darling boy, my pretty boy, my boy whomst i love dearly, my treasure boy, my angel boy, my handsome boy, lovely boy of mine, my lover boy, my beloved boy, my perfect boy, my precious boy, my dear boy, my good boy, the best boy that happens to be my boy, my
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This piece of Nagi lore is going to keep me up at night...
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reblog for sample size !!
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Kenma chilling in a cake box while the Miya twins play with their balls. Pun fully intented. I'm not sorry for saying it.
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Hello, my old heart
How have you been?
Are you still there inside my chest?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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Good morning, may i offer you two types of catboys? Rambling under cut :
Hello, i was previously rimunade. Just thought the new name suits me better.
Bachira was supposed to be more unhinged, but it's been years since i last animate, and i'm tired.
I don't know if people read these, but if you do, thank you.
This is actually so short, should i even put this under cut
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𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 pt.1
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Lucifer hates priests.
He hates how they blame him for their own shortcomings. Oh, the devil made me do it. As if he had the time to whisper in some simple human's ear? No, man's faults were theirs on their own. Sure, smaller demons might mess about in the human realm, but such inconsequential doings were far below his own level.
He remembers how priests used to praise him long before his fall. Humble Lucifer, beautiful Lucifer, intelligent, powerful, honourable Lucifer. Though those days were long behind him, forgotten in the mud of losing his sister. The priests nowadays had no idea how their predecessors used to worship him. Such things had been lost through time and history. Priests. They knew nothing of what he had to do to get where he was today.
Then you came along. Silly little you, smiling up at him, always staying near despite his various attempts to keep you at bay. As though god himself was laughing him in the face.
"Where are you going?"
Lucifer blinks. He looks behind him, to where you're peering at him from the sofa, curiously eyeing his jacket. "None of your business," Lucifer says. You perch up, resting your arms on the back of the sofa. "Those are your human clothes," you state, eyes trailing down his body. He looks down at himself, although he knows what he's wearing. A pair of dress pants, a dress shirt and a blazer. Human attire. He curses himself.
"Can I come with you?" you ask and Lucifer curses you as well. Normally he'd take you but this is... personal. Bringing you makes him uneasy, despite trying to convince himself that it doesn't. Besides, why do you need to snoop around all the time? Do you really need to know everything he does? He's a demon, for Diavolo's sake, why does he need to cater to your every nee-
His train of thought is interrupted by you rushing past him towards your room. "Wait here, Luci, I'll go get my jacket!" you yell over your shoulder.
Oh, well.
You walk to the seal to the human realm together, your arm intertwined with his. You're chatting animatedly about something and Lucifer carefully listens. Next thing you know, you're pulled through the portal into the human realm.
You’re in the middle of a small road. There are barely any cars or people on the street. No one seems to have noticed the two of you appearing out of thin air. On either side of the road, houses are lined up next to each other. You catch a small diner down the road and there are several American flags in windows and beside houses. In front of you is a church.
The church bells are ringing loudly and the corner of Lucifer's lips turn upwards. "Just in time," he says and pulls you towards the church doors. You stare at him with an open mouth. "Lucifer, this is a church," you say and Lucifer looks down at you.
The church is fairly small and white. It looks quaint, you think.
"Yes, I know that, little lamb," he says and you gape at the building in front of you. "You can enter churches?" you ask and the smile on Lucifer's face widens. "Of course, I can," he states, followed by a low chuckle.
"You mean you don't turn into ashes or that there's an invisible wall at the entrance-" As if to answer your questions, Lucifer pulls the door open. He motions for you to enter and you wordlessly do with him following closely behind. “A lie Christians made up to help themselves sleep better at night.” he leans down to whisper in your ear and a small scoff leaves your lips as you look around the room.
You're inside a small vestibule. On your right are several shelves with hymn books, while on the left is a painting of a naked man lying on the ground with another man by his side helping him.
"Do you know the story?" Lucifer asks. You stare at the painting for a few seconds. "It's the Good Samaritan, right?" you say and Lucifer nods solemnly with his hands clasped behind his back.
“A traveller is robbed of his clothes and left dying by the road. First, a priest comes by who avoids him, then a Levite who also ignores him. Finally, a samaritan comes by and helps the poor traveller.” Lucifer says.
“Some Christians think that the robbers represent sin, while the samaritan represents faith.”
You stare at the painting. “Why are you telling me this?” you ask. You look at Lucifer, only to find his eyes already on you. There’s a certain fondness in them. Then he simply shrugs. “It’s good to know your fables. Let’s go in.”
Lucifer opens the door to the church room and the sound of the organ floods through the doors. No one seems to notice as the two of you slip inside and sit at the very back row, next to the door. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, before Lucifer grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He sends you a reassuring look and you grip his hand tighter. “I haven’t been to a church in ages,” you mumble.
“Neither have I,” Lucifer says and it somehow makes you let out a small giggle. It’s hard to imagine Lucifer in a church. Ever. Yet here you sit, both looking at the priest.
He stands at the very front in his black gown and white collar. His skin looks pale and sunken in and his lips are chapped. He’s finishing off a prayer. “…forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” The priest looks up and lets his gaze run over the small gathering of people at the service while saying the words.
Behind him is a giant crucifix, with a very vivid looking Jesus. It sends a deep shiver down your back when you look at the sculpture.
The priest's eyes fall on Lucifer and he somehow pales even more. He stumbles over his words and tugs at his collar. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things.” The priest says, the words running off his tongue like water. Your brows furrow and you look at Lucifer, to find him staring back at the priest, eyes a gleaming red. You tug on his hand and he gives your hand a small squeeze, but his eyes don’t leave the priest.
“I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more,” The priest is yelling now. The other church-goers begin to mumble amongst themselves while looking worriedly at the priest.
“-and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name.” Lucifer's smile becomes wider. He still hasn’t looked at you. You get the feeling that you somehow have walked in on something very private between the priest and the demon.
He’s on his knees now, directly under the crucifix. “My God have mercy!” he cries out and you blink at the bizarre outburst. “What on earth…” you mumble. It seems to pull Lucifer out of his trance because his head snaps towards you. “Let’s get out of here. The job is done,” he says and pulls you out of the church by your hand. The doors slam behind you and you stumble to keep up with the demon’s long strides.
“What the fuck was that?” you ask on your way out and slap Lucifer on the shoulder lightly. A hearty laugh leaves Lucifer and he intertwines your arms again.
“What do you mean?” he asks and you roll your eyes begrudgingly. “The whole stare-off with the priest? Why was he so freaked out by you? Rambling all sorts of stuff!” you exclaim while gesturing aggressively with your free hand.
“I was just reminding him of his place, that is all.” You huff out at the lack of clear response and remove your arm from his, quickly walking ahead to express how displeased you are with him.
The fondness in Lucifer's eyes has returned as he watches you walk towards the seal that will return you to the Devildom. Priests. They know nothing of divine beings and godheads. The only divine thing Lucifer has ever met is you.
a/n: I’ve never been to America but I tried my best. >:D I also live in a protestant country so the only catholic churches I’ve been to are in Spain and Italy but catholic churches are a lot like protestant churches, except everything is turned up a notch so that wasn’t all that hard.
Thank you for reading! You can find my other stuff here.
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and so what if i want to be a terrifying mans sweet little thing what about it what if i thats all i want
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@yuujispinkhair uwu
“i—” yuuji swallows, lips a hair’s breadth from yours, “i’ve never done, uh, this before.” he brushes the seam of your mouth with a calloused thumb. the softness makes him sigh.
your fingers weave through his cropped locks, strands the color of a peony curled within itself, waiting (yet ready) to bloom. his honeyed gaze seeps into your own, slowing time. he’s sweet and eager and afraid; the fear looks foreign as it tugs on his boyish features.
you examine him for a moment, wondering what god you appeased to be lucky enough to lay here with yuuji. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, yuu. i’m happy to stay just like this; whatever you want, i want.”
his dark lashes flutter, focus drifting from your lips back up to your eyes. “i want you,” he rasps. “if you’ll have me. if you don’t mind, ah… helping.” his freckled cheeks burn, flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to the neck of his shirt.
“there’s nothing you could ask for that i would say no to,” you chuckle, pressing your forehead against his. he finally graces you with his brilliant smile—the one that rivals the radiance of the sun
“don’t tempt me, now.”
your lips ghost his. “i wouldn’t dream of it.”
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