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ryo-kaikura · 5 months

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Yandere male crown prince x top male knight reader

Tw: yandere, abuse of power, reincarnation

Crown prince name: akaru

Don't expect much since both of the are sorta trash

"The fiance I want is my knight"

Later that night

You drag the prince back to his bedroom and help him change his outfit since all the maids and Butlers are cleaning up in the ballroom

"What the f*ck are you doing, u know I already have a fiancee and I don't f*cking love you"

"You will in due time but as your prince you can't say no to me if you don't want your fiAnCeE to rot on the city square"

You were speechless, he never used his authority on you even when you were first appointed to him "fine, give me a year to finalize all of this" "Ok, but you will stay in the palace and sleep with me every day" "Every month" "Every two days" "Every 3 weeks" "Ugh fine, every week" With a heavy heart you accepted it because you know he won't go any higher "Very well I shall pack my stuff and move in to the servant quarters"

He looked shocked you even suggested that "No! you will stay in my room and sleep beside me every day and once a week f*ck me till dawn" How does he know all this even you don't even know "Very well, I shall move in with you" "My prince" Huh? "That's what you will call me starting today" "Why" "Because I said so silly now go and pack you stuff I want you back here in three hours"

With a nod I left, truthfully I was reincarnated the day before being appointed as the prince personal guard, this world is in a novel called "my shining lover" Which is why the crown prince name can mean bright, tho this and that is never bright, my character was the cold but loyal knight, the one who kidnapped the FL, the one who murdered under his orders but in the end as a scapegoat to look heavenly in the FL's eyes the crown prince killed him.

That's why I try to be nice and not cold to other people and even the prince, but I think that's why he became obsessed with me. But I will wait for the FL to come so he's gonna be obsessed with her not me and she will show up in 6 months

A few days later

"My love, I think tonight is the night we f*ck" He remember this but not where is books and paper are "Very well my prince"

That night

"My love~, I'm ready for you 8 inch, uncut, slightly to left, 6 inch girth dick" HOW THE F*CK DOES HE KNOW THIS. "My love~, come one don't be so surprised your soul mate knows this"

Ok...

A few minutes later (I don't know how to start this so bear with me)

"OoOh hi youroO dick issumuch" "More more more Aahhh" F*cking hell His keeps me to fully get out and it's like a vice, I can't get enough it sooo f*cking good I can fuck this till tomorrow

Tomorrow

F*cking hell he's still tight after filling him up till he looks pregnant but good does he look eternal. With the nth time I come and him barely awake I bring him to the bathroom and clean all the cum from inside him and he still tries to keep them all in just like I ask him to last night but o well

A few month later

Crown prince POV

Where is my love, it's been a week and I want to fuck tonight.

WHO IS THE B*TCH HE'S CARRYING HE WON'T EVEN CARRY ME LIKE THAT

Normal POV

You brought back the FL that was injured at the woods where you hunt for food as the prince wanted boar tonight.

After putting the FL in the Royal doctor's office

You bring the prince back to the bedroom

"Who the f*ck is that" "It's a she not that and her name is Saku" "Do i give a fuck who her name is I want to know why you hold her soo gently" "My prince I think you should stop that" You grab roughly at the Blackish purple magic in the air "Oouhh" He is on his knees now cumming and pissing at the same time "ho-how do you now" he said while trying to look seductive and it's working "my mother is a witch, the red witch, and I know you 'mother' was the Royal sorcerer"

"I also know you won't like Saku at all so I decided that we will get married in a month and I already gave my annulment letter(you put in a Temporary annulment at first) to my fiancee. Now get on the bed and accept your punishment for thinking you could get away with using magic to harm people"

With that the crown prince tried to remove his clothing as fast as possible and ripping almost all his clothing but he didn't care all he cared about is the marriage and the punishment. You thought of something bad enough he'll be satisfied for the whole month

"you are taking too long slut" "I-I'm sorry I won't ask for a safe word" "Use the old safe word, got it?" "hmm~, yesh" (I know this is a bit cringe but I did this a few weeks days ago so not really the same)

In the end I decide so spank him with a broom full of splinters he forced a maid to use such a beautiful red color. The rest was just edging till he came so hard he passed out but oh well

200 years later

You can't believe in the end you had 50 children but that doesn't matter when you have a beautiful wife and a strong kingdom but your time has come

You wonder what will happen when you treated him differently

With that you draw your last breath and closed your eyes

You awoke in the past the same as before but how will you treat him?

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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S E 7 E N : T E A S E R M D N I 1 8 +

Just a small teaser for the new upcoming series. It won’t be a terribly long storyline, about 8/9 chapters.

Warnings: Reader crying, facing death, engaged in minor, non penetrating sexual acts. Religious references, cults, demons and angels, the boys are the 7 Princes of Hell.

“Who…who are you?” You trembled with slight hesitation in your voice as the man was consumed by the elaborate decoration of his attire.

“Why are you crying?….”

You shook your head, tears building back up in your eyes as you felt the burn from the coating of moisture glazing over your eyeballs. His voice was as smooth as fine liquor, and burned like fire.

“G-get away from me. Please! Don’t come any closer!”

Ignoring your pleas, he continues to walk softly and steadily your way.

“Oooh….I don’t think so. Those tears….they’re beautiful-you’re….beautiful. You’re unique. You’re fearless even when fearful, and I want to do something about it… I want to do something about….you.”

His eyes hidden beneath the mesh of the lace mask, hiding his identity completely. Yet, from what you could make out with his other features, he didn’t look to be anyone you recognized.

With a bright red blazer jacket, adorned with black crystals and elaborate stitching, his satin shirt rested against his broad chest underneath it. Paired with black trousers, not only did he appeared to be well dressed, but he was lavishly adorned as if he was going to a special event.

What is a man like him dressed like this, in the middle of the woods of all places?

“Please…please st-stay away….” You pled in a near whisper as you succumbed to a tearful fall, landing on your knees as your mind becomes tatted by the harsh reality, that in seven days from now, you were going to be brutally executed, all in front of the eyes of the world.

Up until this point, it had always been preached that only sinners would die by the hands of the angels….but what sin? What sin have you committed? What about those children or newborns that were selected? Some of them hadn’t lived for a while day and were marked with the stained label of ‘sinner’ and were thrashed before their own parents by those terrible creatures, known as the ‘angels’.

Sure, you weren’t overtly religious. You never went to church, and you weren’t a virgin, but was that truly a sin worth you dying over? What about the rest of the world? There were so many others that came to mind, people who had done far worse than you could ever imagine, yet they were allowed to live? Longer than you?

“Please….” You sobbed…hard. Your mouth gaped open as you dipped your head low, covering your eyes with your hand as the squeaky tone of breathless gasps utter out past your lips, all from the overwhelming sense of despair of facing death in a week’s time.

‘I….I’m going to die…and no one cares….I didn’t do anything wrong.’

You hear his footsteps pause right before you, a long exhale released through his nostrils as he squats down, taking a knee and props himself in front of your pitiful state. His hands stroke and caresses your arms as your hair lays, draping over your back and shoulders while you cradled yourself, trying to find solace in your despair.

“Please…won’t you tell me why you’re crying? Look at me for a second…please…. look at me…I’ve never seen eyes like yours before. They mesmerize…and right now, that’s all I want…is to be mesmerized…by you.”

His voice was calm, smooth, and deep with a slight bit of high tune when he expressed excitement in his words.

Raising your head up, you come face to face with the man. Still wearing the lace-wear over his eyes, but up close and out of the shadows, you could tell he was devastatingly handsome.

“Theeere….that’s better. Hmm?” He tilts his head as a sweet and soft, yet faint, smirk forms on his lips, showing just a bit of his teeth.

“Now tell me…what’s wrong?” Even though you couldn’t make out his eyes, it was evident that he was heavily gazing into yours. He leans in, his nose barely touching the tip of your own as he releases a single, hot, and lengthy breath against your lips.

“I…I am to die in seven days….and I don’t know why…I….”

His head reverts the tilt he displayed. Raising his eyebrows, he licked his lips and scoffed out another smirk, only this time, more teeth were exposed in a slight grin. The smoothness and handsomeness in that smirk was…devilish.

Watching as you frowned your brows together, confused as to why he smirked upon hearing that you were going to die in a week, he reassures you that the matter wasn’t at all funny to him.

By slightly squeezing your arms together, he pulls you into him.

“Hey…heeeeeeeey…..” his tone was deep. His voice croaks at the last bit of his dragged out tone. Whispering, he bids to you. “Come here….sit on it.”

He places a firm grasp on your hips and pulls you atop of him as he leans and lays all the way back, gently guiding your form to straddle him as he raises the hem of your skirt just a tad to expose more of your thighs.

“Better….” He merely utters as he grins and releases a short bit dark chuckle, biting down on his bottom lip.

With his hands gently, and softly gripping your waist, he starts to motion your movements to softly grind on him. Despite the both of you being fully clothed, your thin panties did no justice in obscuring the sensation of being dry humped.

“W-what are you….mmmm…..uugghhhh…” you moaned out as the tightness in your core starts to pulsate. It had been so long since your last sexual encounter, yet, even though there was no penetration, the feeling of the man beneath you taking control and watching you through that lace mask as he slightly lifts, pulls, pushes, and dips your hips in diverse motions, it was weakening you in the most pleasant way possible. The lace eyewear remained on the whole time, hovering his identity from you.

Whispering, his deep tone barely present as he tells you,

“Yeah…good giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrllll.….just like that. Move with me.”

For a moment, you forgot about your untimely fate that would take place in just a matter of days. Each time he slightly lifted you and admits strength in his lift while also softly bucking into your barely covered slit, it caused you to moan and whimper out. Your voice bounce off each tree as it echos throughout the forest setting.

“Now…tell me more about this whole dying nonsense. What’s with that?” He issues, as he continues the movement of his hands by waving your hips against his groin.

You whimpered out your words as your eyes remained winced shut, your head tilted back as your hair extends its reach along his finger tips.

“I…..got selected to die…by the angels…”

“Oooooh….those guys…” he nonchalantly states. The second he finishes his words, he begins to pick up the pace, just slightly, causing you to start bouncing rapidly at high momentum. Underneath you, he watches your body absorb the impact of his thrusts as he bit down his lip.

Moaning out, your breath and vocal cords hitch at random each time your covered clit slightly pelts against his groined attire.

“O-oh! Oh my…..ugh! What are you…??” Your words were stuttered out as you couldn’t manage to form completely sentences. He kept up the movement and pace, yet kept speaking as if you both were talking business.

With his hands rotating your hips and popping them, a lightening bolt of heightened tingle travels from your crotch to your stomach, and chest. You slap your hands over his, desperate to grab on to something.

‘Who…I don’t even know this man…why is he doing this? My God what is happening to me? It just…..it feels so good…oh my God he feels so good.’

Making your body pop continuously, your chest grew sore from the heavy weight that formulated from this man’s discretion. You lost all structured pose as you fall forward, quickly shifting your hands next to his ears as you prop yourself from falling flat against him. Yet the position you just rendered yourself into didn’t make the situation much better as he continued to display the amount of leverage he had with your movements, not to mention, your face being this close to his. It allowed him to shift over and kiss in your ear, and nuzzle against your neck.

“So…I take it you don’t want to die?” Continuing his movements, he converses so calmly once more, meanwhile your moans and whimpers pick up pace, volume, and pitch.

“Uuuuggghhh…..mmmm ah!…God!…what are you doing to me?”

“Mmm…your moans are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” He softly speaks against your ear, causing a sensitive tickle as he kisses it with tiny, loving pecks.

“I’m about to give you an ultimatum…you can take it or leave it, will you hear me out?” He whispers against your ear once more, followed by a sudden lick over it, from lobe to helix, and ended with his exposed, row of teeth pressed up against it, gritting against each other as your skin barely surfaces them.

“Y-yes….mmmm…please….please I-I can’t…”

“I know baby…oh I fucking know. You’re so perfect….let me continue while I give it to you, yeah?”

Picking up the pace once more, he continues the act of intense dry humping, thrusting, bucking and grinding, as he takes in the delight of hearing the increase of gasped moans that escaped your pursed, glossy, Cherry stained lips.

“O-oh!” Was all you could vocalize out repeatedly as your breasts continuously tapped agains his chest from the heightened pulse of each buck his hips commits.

“First off, you can call me Helel…can you say it? For me? I want to hear your voice call out my name.”

“He-Helel!” You yelped out as your hips and clothed core succumbs to the rapid series of taps from the bulging hardness that laid under his trousers, yet it didn’t deter from the immense sturdiness as you felt every bit of his hard-on while he continues.

“Yeah…you sound even prettier than I imagined…I want to hear it….eternally…”

Kissing your ear once more, he shifts his face right below your chin as he takes his hand, reaches for the back of your head and pushes you towards him, committing you into a lengthy and passionate kiss.

His silver stands that were swooped to the side presses against your cheek as he practically eats the inside of your mouth. With harsh and yet, sensually pleasing motions of gaping his mouth wide, then closing them just to smack them open as he massages his tongue against yours, you moaned into his mouth and melt right on top of him. You wanted more. It felt too good…he felt too good.

It was strange though…. the kiss was…

The moment he slipped his tongue inside your mouth and massaged the inside of your cheeks, you could have sworn you tasted something…it was sweet and juicy…you recognized it, though it took you a second to put your finger on it. It was very similar to that of a common fruit…

…………..

‘Apples?…’

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 8 months

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Witches, Bitches, and Beasts

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, threats, secrets revealed, Tom being Tom, magic, drug use, showing off, fighting, threats with a weapon, choking (not the fun kind), drastic misuse of prayer, talks of mpreg, curses, talks of infertility, mentions of voyeurism, PTSD, physical attack, implication of physical attacks being foreplay, grinding, dry humping, needy boys, finally opening up, mentions of abuse and possible rape (his parents long ago not them but still be safe), boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

When Dom returned to an empty car he was surprised but honestly not too annoyed. He'd been through and learned a lot he probably should have already realized and he was exhausted. His brain was buzzing with too much information and voices he couldn't quiet but Tallulah always relaxed him. "Fine Kells. I'll see you in the next 'otel. If I let you in."

Kells grumbled at Dom's voice in his head but he couldn't hide a smile. He shouldn't have been able to hear the boy's voice like a prayer but maybe it was just the blood they shared. They'd exchanged every bodily fluid almost and he hoped it wouldn't be long for the rest- that was all that was locking their minds together. That was it. The forest he found himself in was thick but he could hear the man cursing and he followed the sound mixed with… was Tom chopping wood or bodies?

"Brat child. I don't know why I try. Fucking-" It was mostly curses and insults hurled at the demon's lover but he could tell it was all from worry. He didn't know if he was there to calm the fear or scare him off completely but he'd figure it out as he went.

"Nice wards you got. I'm guessing you're the witch who taught Dom everything?" The beast asked as he found the man in a clearing. Tom jumped and whirled around with his axe raised but Kells caught it by the blade and pulled it from his hands. He tossed it away as if it were no heavier than a table knife but the witch wasn't impressed in the least. Just annoyed with him for interrupting.

"Obviously you're not just a demon or you wouldn't have made it through. What the hell are you? What are you doing with my Dom?" He huffed, tying his hair back in a messy bun.

"Aw, is this the 'what are your intentions with my boy' talk? Yeah, fuck that. You're as much monster as I am by this point. Some of the magic here hasn't been taught in centuries." Kells snarked back, crossing his arms over his chest. He could feel it in the air around them, scent it in the soil under their feet. Whatever the witch knew was ancient- wisdom or not.

"Perhaps I just had a good teacher." Tom hummed, putting his hands on his hips like some angry mother about to scold him. He even had the frazzled whisps of hair escaping to frame his stern face.

"I think you just look good for your age."

The witch scoffed and turned to magically move the wood to the pile next to his cottage. Cabin. Kells wasn't sure but he was confused why he would cut the trees like a human if he was just going to use his powers on the rest. Maybe it was stress management, if so he needed a few more chops. "I could say the same for you. So, we've got that out of the way. We're old as fuck. I'm a witch, now it's your turn."

The devil glared and offered some help, snapping his fingers to move all the pieces at once. Maybe he was still trying to show off, he wasn't sure. "You know what I am. Garden variety demon."

"Oh please, even if you were only a demon it wouldn't be garden variety. You're stronger than a prince of hell but it's because you're not just from hell. You were never human. You haven't died. You teleport but you don't smoke out. You can heal."

"Oooh, big fan, huh? Is that why you're so upset with Dom? No offense, you're cute and all but not my type." He joked. He wasn't weirded out exactly but he didn't like anyone knowing so much about him.

"No, you just like whatever your father likes." Tom threw out the truth like holy water and Kells couldn't help but growl at the burn. His eyes flashed their true form as the sky darkened above them. "There you are. Nephalem. I've never actually seen one. Can't even get your wings up can you?"

The demon cursed, summoning a blade to his hand as he teleported closer to the witch. He couldn't kill him though, it would hurt his lover too much. He refused to damage Dom like his father had, he wouldn't steal the last of his family even if it meant the boy finding out and leaving him. He swallowed a scream and his power, throwing the blade to the ground. As he felt his gaze bleed back to human Tom furrowed his brows. If he didn't know better he'd think he'd finally impressed the bastard. "I don't have any. There's not a fucking drop of angel in me. Please? Not enough to count. No one can know."

The witch looked him over, he didn't mean to let the devil shake him so badly but it was… such a real moment to see. He could have easily tried to kill him but instead he was calm- if a little desperate, and pleading with him? "He won't hate you. If anything he can help you I believe. You healed him, didn't you? And you can hear his prayers to you? He's already helping you. Let him." Damn. He hadn't meant to show kindness to the monster but he was seeing something he hadn't expected. "You love him."

"Shut the fuck up! Ew. I don't- I'm not- you love him." It was said with all the strength and tone of a little sibling loosing to an older brother bully. He hated the feeling of a failed burn.

Tom's brow went up so slowly it almost looked painful. "My mistake earlier. You're actually five. Of course I love him, but not in the way you do. You don't want him going after Astaroth, do you?"

"Fuck no! I want to keep him safe!" Kells grumbled as he took a seat on the left over stump.

"Careful, that'll grow back soon. It's spelled. I recycle." Tom didn't know why he spoke up, the thought of the demon being surprise impaled made him want to laugh but it might take a bit to heal and he'd never hear the end of it from Dominic.

The devil almost laughed as he ran a hand down his face. Of course he recycled. "I just needed his help. The Colt is hidden away and you have to be at least mostly human to find it. Those fuckers rebuilt it but hid it. I was just going to get his help that far and then take over. Originally I thought he might could come with me, he deserves his revenge too but-" He buried his face in his hands and muffled an exasperated scream. "I want him safe. Everything got messy." It was the bittersweet truth and he didn't know why it bothered him but it was getting worse by the day.

A scent hit his nose and he dropped his hands to find a joint being offered in front of his face. He took it gratefully and breathed deep, holding it in as the witch watched him. "You have to tell him. Everything. What you are, who your father is, all of it. He deserves better."

"I know he does." The beast sighed out before taking one more hit and passing it back. He watched as Tom took a drag before he commented. "I really didn't think there was any angel in me before I healed him but then I knotted him and-"

"You fucking what?!" Tom shouted so loud the forest went silent and then he choked on the smoke, coughing and flicking the lit end to land on the demon's arm. It bounced and landed on the ground and he waved his hand to remove it before something caught on fire. Just to make a slightly good impression he summoned a glass of water for the witch.

"Don't die. What the fuck dude?" He asked. Tom took it from him and downed half the glass before glaring a moment and splashing the rest in the monster's face. "Anyone ever told you you're a bit dramatic?"

"Go. Talk to him. Tell him EVERYTHING! Think about what the fuck you just said. Tell him if he wants to kill you I'll help him bury the body."

"Yeah. Dramatic."

"Just talk to him and bring him here. Are you really so dense? Think about it Kells, your father cursed Dom for himself. Why wouldn't you work as well?" Tom spoke as if talking to a child. He didn't understand how someone older than him was so bloody daft.

"Chill, I literally can't- um... do what you're worried about." He didn't even want to say the words. He wasn't sure if it was out of pain or fear but he'd always had trouble talking about it. He wasn't even sure why he was spilling his guts to Tom but maybe it was to make sure he wouldn't stop them from being together. Dom was his. "A Hunter thought I was my dad and cursed me. I guess they had a drop of his blood for the summoning but maybe I was closer… I don't know. I was pulled into the trap and fixed... basically. Magically. I can't… Yeah I don't think it works. Don't worry."

"Oh." Tom sighed as if all the breath was knocked out of him. His stomach hurt at the tone of the devil's voice and he couldn't help wondering if he knew the Hunter in question. He'd been around for a long time. "I- I'm sorry. That's not fair. Maybe I can help you reverse it? If you want. Someday. I still think you should tell Dom everything."

"Is that- are you being nice to me Tommy?" Kells gave his patent Cheshire grin but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I… I'll think about it. It's probably for the best. Who wants my spawn, right? Astaroth has made enough of us all over."

"I think someone might change your mind."

'Kells, if you don't come find me you'll 'ave to fuck ya'self tonight.' Dom's voice floated through his mind as the tether in his chest felt tugged tight. He had to lean over his lap to hide the erection forming there and he almost blushed. He thought it would be a while before his lover felt up to it again.

"Ew, go. You're both impossible. Seriously though, being him here. I'll help you search out the Colt and I can look into angel protection to keep Raziel out." Tom waved him off but he paused at that name.

"You know about the angel? You spy all the time, you fucking voyer?" He teased.

"Not the sticky bits. I worry for him though. I'll watch less now that you're there. But yes, I know about Raziel and… Ramiel." The witches voice went soft and it was the devil's turn to look at him funny. "Never mind, we'll talk later. Tell him I swear to be civil with you. Just come."

"Oh I'll make him cum alright." Keliphos joked, winking at the witch before he vanished, leaving Tom to faux gag at his words.

🖤☠️⚰️☠️🖤

Dom was pacing the hotel room, his stomach in knots. A sadness had come over him a few times since his devil disappeared and he didn't fucking know why. He felt despondent and restless and he hated it. It didn't feel like it was coming from inside his mind, it felt like it was slamming into him from somewhere else. That mostly black eyed bastard. "KELLS!"

"You rang darling?" A voice purred in his ear as arms wrapped around him from behind. His Hunter instincts kicked into overdrive and without thinking he flipped his lover onto the ground from over his shoulder. He was a bit surprised how much the giant's height helped. Thankfully the demon laughed before he grabbed Dom's offered palm of help and yanked him down into his lap. "You might try a martini or something babe, not that I don't like your attempt at foreplay."

The human rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out like a child before sitting back on his partner's dick hard enough to make him curse. He crossed his arms over his chest though everything was a little sensitive. "You left." It came out more a whine than the grouch he was intending it to be but those blue eyes still softened.

"Only to figure out why your friend has a stick up his ass about me. Did you miss mine up yours?" He teased, groping at Dom's plush globes and grinding them together. It was almost insane how much he had actually been enjoying the high school-esque foreplay. Before they actually had sex that was mostly all they were doing and even something as simple as dry humping felt intoxicating with the kid.

"Please, you ain't 'ad me arse."

"Are you sure you and Tom aren't related? I can see the family resemblance." Dom scoffed at his playful words and he realized how the boy took it. He couldn't shake his head fast enough but he tried not to squeeze him so tight he'd bruise. "Not like that, holy shit. I meant the petulant bitch thing. Don't worry Domie, this cock is all yours."

The Hunter blushed before he could stop it and he swatted at his lover's chest. "So why did you go? You didn't kill 'im did you?"

"No. Damn, have a little more faith in me. We're homies now, he even said we should visit together. We just needed to smoke up together and talk shit out."

Dom let himself be led down to the beast's chest. He didn't know why he was apprehensive but something still felt off. "Okay. So wha's wrong?" He hummed, letting Kells kiss him gently and for just a moment he got lost in it as they melted together.

Keliphos sighed deep against Dom's lips and looked up at the boy. Fuck, he was gorgeous. How had he ended up here? "I came to you at first because the only weapon I know that can kill Astaroth is the Colt. I don't know if you know it but Samuel Colt made a special gun that's supposed to kill anything. I mean that's general obviously, it didn't work on Lucifer but… It's still out there. Only a human can get it. I should have told you. I'm still here because… because I care way fucking more than I should but Tom helped me see I need to fucking talk to you. Before we do anything else." He tacked on at the end and the kid's brows furrowed.

"Alright. Talk."

The breath he took was so deep but he still felt as if he were choking on the story. His story. He didn't have to say everything though, right? Just the important shit. Just to be safe he waved his hand and strengthened the wards around the room. He didn't need anyone else hearing them. "My name is Keliphos and I'm- I'm a nephalem. Half demon. Half- half angel."

Dom sat up a little better to make sure he could hold eye contact with the demon- the nephalem underneath him. So much made sense suddenly- the way he was able to heal, the way his eyes appeared, even the scent of ozone that followed him everywhere. He'd only ever met demons that smelled of sulfur or nothing because they were masking the stench but Kells was special. "Okay. Wait- so you is an alpha? At least 'alf?" He was trying to keep his voice level but his stomach turned. Could something be growing inside him? If so… how was he supposed to feel about that?

"Shit- stop before you spiral!" Kells interrupted his thoughts and tucked his fingers under Dom's waistline. He needed skin to skin contact. "I was cursed a long time ago, someone mistook me for my dad and basically neutered me. Great punishment for him but-" He paused and prayed to a heaven that wasn't listening that Dom wouldn't run. But hey, they helped him before so maybe at least one or two angels were keeping their hearts open to him. Or waiting for the perfect moment to punish him. "Astaroth is my father. He kidnapped my mom- an angel, I don't know who, and kept them for months. From what I understand my mom was trapped in holy fire in a warded dungeon most of their pregnancy but the power blast from a nephalem coming into the world shattered the wards. They ran with me. They never returned to heaven from what I understand. I don't even know if they're alive anymore but he found me when I was four and took me with him. When hell was created he hid there with Lucifer. I grew up there but I always hated him. I've been running and fighting since I could escape."

Dom didn't speak, he could barely breathe as he looked at the creature below him, bearing his soul. Part of him said he should run but most of him just kept thinking how strong the nephalem's mother was. How much they had in common. "I could have been your mum." He whispered, his heart racing and his eyes burning with tears. "I'm not 'appy you lied Kells, seriously. I'll probably fhrow it back in ya face a few times but- I get it. I wouldn't 'ave trusted you."

"Do you now?" The beast asked softly, his throat felt too tight. Fuck. He'd never been so scared.

No. Maybe. "Yes? God Kells, the shite you must 'ave seen and yet you still ended up like 'is? You kinder 'an me!" Dom's voice broke on some noise between a sob and a laugh. "You was cursed because of 'im too! Like fuck- I… I don't even know wha' to say. Your poor mum."

"Hey, please don't? Please don't cry for me? I can't handle that shit." The demon cringed internally. It hurt the place he thought humans had souls.

"Well fucking tough! You tell me depressing shite, you deal wiv the tears. It ain't much anyways. Jus' take it. Ain't tha' wha' you say?"

"I think my reasoning for saying it is way better. Shit doll, come on. Let's lay down. You can tell me what we're hunting." He sighed, gathering the omega into his hold as he crawled on his knees to the bed.

"No, fuck tha'. Someone else can deal wiv it. We going for the Colt." Dom vowed, pressing soft kisses to his lover's cheek.

"Uh nope, I mean maybe. But let me at least take care of the monster here so it doesn't bug you. Then we'll go to Tommy's and get a battle plan. He wants me to talk you out of it."

"Fuck tha'."

"Yeah I figured." Keliphos grinned, turning to kiss the boy softly before he tossed him up on the bed. The kid didn't just bounce on the ratty piece of shit, he jiggled in all the right places and the demon wanted to bite every one of them.

Dom watched as the creature's eyes filled with storm clouds and his smirk fell to something far more predatory. He might be part angel but he was Dom's devil and he was craving a little darkness in him. The news was a lot to take in and he knew it would make him panic at some point but with how his lover understood him better than anyone had before he was pretty sure he could handle it. Lots of people had terrible in-laws and not everyone could kill them, maybe he should count himself lucky in a few ways. "But before alla tha'-"

Kells chuckled and stood up, reaching for the neck of his shirt to pull it off one handed. "Before all that I'm going to fuck you. Cool?"

Dom swallowed hard and licked his lips to catch any stray drool. Fuck, his nephalem was gorgeous. Obviously troubled if he needed to erase the pain of their conversation with sex so soon, but gorgeous. It wasn't like Dom could talk, he could already feel his core wet and hot and getting more needy by the second. Maybe they were both fucked. Maybe they were perfect for each other. He couldn't say that though so instead he whimpered- "C-cool. Yeah. If you fink it's best."

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I know I normally do every other day now but I was inspired. It's a bit long and no smut until next chapter but I promise, it's worth the wait! We have a few answers to our questions, I hope you're still enjoying it! Who is his mother? Why was he 'fixed'? How much angel is actually in him and why is it coming out with Dom? I hope you keep reading to find out! ⚰️🖤

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❤️ + Daniel/Lestat

Oooh an interesting rare-pair!! I feel like I have to put a disclaimer that I'm not very well-versed in these two but I hope these are still fun to read anyway

Who is the most affectionate? In terms of physical affection, I think they're actually an even match! Lestat finds it much easier to express his affection through a little shoulder squeeze or an embrace. He's so damn touch-starved but at the same time he's so used to making up elaborate excuses to be able to connect with others, so I think Daniel would actually do a really great job at teaching Lestat to let go of those things and just be more casual, more modern in his physicality, y'know?

Who initiates the handholding? Lestat but only because Daniel still isn't sure it's like? allowed??? he's still kinda weirdly intimidated by him but in a totally different way than he was ever intimidated by armand. like lestat is an icon and a god and also his prince but also his boyfriend's boyfriend and also daniel knows so many intimate details about lestat's life so ANYWAY this is all to say that even though he laughs in the face of any idea of regency or title or ranking, deep down he sometimes gets overwhelmed by how Important lestat is and forgets that he's allowed to like....treat him like a person

Who worries more for the other? They both worry about each other, actually. Daniel probably does a bit more worrying, if only because it's Lestat who is more consistently in trouble. Daniel also tends to keep his problems very close to his chest, whereas Lestat spirals very loudly and publicly lmao

Who is more likely to ask for help? Depends on what help is needed. If it's "How do I send a gif in the group chat?" or "What the hell is Armand thinking right now?" they lean on each other pretty freely. In terms of Actually asking for help though...it's complicated. Neither one of them are very good at that kind of outreach, but actually because they're not quite as deeply entrenched in each other's lives as someone like Louis or Armand, that actually makes it easier to ask for help. They offer each other some really valuable perspectives— Lestat is much wiser than anyone gives him credit for and he's much more optimistic than Armand or Louis, so sometimes Daniel really depends on that light to see him through. And Daniel is so good at stepping back and assessing the actual stakes of any situation. Lestat tends to think that any minor inconvenience is the end of the world (Armand was totally right with that "gutter theatrical comment LOL) so Daniel sits him down and is like "Okay, so maybe you need to cut your losses. Big deal. Move on. You're gonna be fine."

Who is the one always losing the keys? Lestat :)

Who leaves little love notes for the other? They both do!! Although Lestat's are slightly more apologetic (He's always leaving little "Sorry. Love you —xo Lestat" notes on broken tv's or shattered vases or some shit LMAO)

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Lestat will die before sleeping in an empty bed. He stays up the latest out of all the vampires, which means he gets the pleasure of sneaking into Daniel's room once he's asleep and just making himself at home.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Daniel is the one who "formally" invites Lestat into the fold. It happens in bed one night, closer to dawn. Armand and Louis have settled in their own room and Lestat jokes that Daniel is "stuck with him" for the day, but Daniel just smirks and pulls him close and tells him how he's glad to be with him, and that this...thing they have, whatever it is, between he and Louis and Armand...it's nice.

Who introduced the other to their family first? Technically Danny read all about Lestat's family in his book LOL

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Surprisingly it's Lestat who plays more with Daniel's hair! He's fascinated by it, the way it's forever clipped short unlike his own. It makes the hair fall differently on his head and it's full of so many different textures (the front bangs are fun but Lestat likes just kinda scratching at the fuzzy hair at the nape of Daniel's neck).

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? They're both actually really good at this in a way no one else really is. Sure, Louis and Armand have both had their bouts of depression-induced starvation, so of course they understand and are sensitive, but they also tend to be quite...worrisome lovers. Daniel and Lestat are so chill. They trust each other in a different way than they trust anyone else.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Daniel speaks his mind for better or for worse LOL but of course when it comes to physical protection, Lestat has absolutely made (and possibly carried through on?) threats to burn up any new fledgling vampire that tries to start shit with Daniel

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Lestat's love language is surprises lmfao listen he's so terrified that people will get bored with him so he's always plotting something. He likes surprising Daniel with things he can actually use (rather than things to dress him up in like Armand tends to do). Tickets to whatever sports team he follows, baggy jackets that he knows Armand will hate, a rare vinyl he mentioned he used to love in college, etc.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Daniel very much regrets teaching Lestat to pinky promise LOL

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Lestat :)

#I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!#this was a fun new challenge for me though so I wanted to post it anyway bc this fandom always needs more daniel/lestat #ty for sending!!#;headcanon

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Hera nickname possibilities part 2

Still focusing on Aimsey sorry, I have decided to delay the Guqqie one until we know what the hell is going on with A! Guqqie.

So... Some stuff happened, and it caused me to rethink several of the names and the importance of some themes, so here are a few I think things have changed for.

Required traits

Knowledge(curiosity as a fatal flaw preferably)- this is difficult, because it's actually surprisingly rare in myths, and often in different contexts as to what we're after.

Violence- this is self explanatory and fortunately very common in myths (in fact in even gcse level Greek and Latin there are at least 7 words for kill/die)

Space association- preferably with the moon, but that's a bit specific, and as most nicknames for Aimsey variants are masculine a bit difficult with Artemis/Diana's whole mainly female hunter group

Asterion

I still quite like this one, though for different reasons.

As I mentioned last time, Asterion is the Minotaur's birth name giving him an obvious link to violence, and as the stepson of king Minos he would have been a prince. There is also perhaps a knowledge connection with the labyrinth, although that one is perhaps a bit of a stretch. Also as the most popular translation of Asterion is literally " little star we have a convenient space connection as well.

Similarly, many people ( even in ancient Greece) felt that the Minotaur may have started off innocent but was warped by his father's rage and his imprisonment in the labyrinth. Which could perhaps mirror how little control A! Aimsey seems to have even in their own curiosity, which instead of reclaiming their own past and fate appears to be amounting to little more than a desperate grab for understanding and control.

Penthius

I hate Penthius.

He is such a a fucking perverted tyrannical foolish asshole and he deserved every bit of what he got " slave to my slaves" (δουλεύοντα δουλείαις ἐμαῖς) Penthius dear those are your people, as king caring for them is your duty you little shit.

But anyways

Firstly, as the main - mortal- character in the bachea he is part of a literal tragedy and we all know these idiots are doomed in every universe so unless they feel like being nice to us for once that's perfect.

If you don't know the story of the bachea I shall leave a summary of the plot at the bottom.

Despite Penthius's overall shittyness the themes fit perfectly. Firstly, as the cousin of Acteon he has a lovely little link with the moon - a very negative one, Artemis killed him, but so what- and with his constant war-mongering with violence as well. He is also royalty, and if you reinterpret his all around pervyness as curiosity that fits too.

He sought knowledge, and it killed him

Narcissus

This is a bit of a stretch here and I know it, but doesn't it just seem like the perfect, very derisive nickname for an alternate universe version of your ex who stabbed you?

Firstly, oh my God the knowledge association, Narcissus was cursed to die when he truly " knew himself" (A! Aimsey's urge to find out what happened to them?) and let's be honest that's probably the best case scenario for our lovely prince. He was literally killed by knowing too much, in this case about himself. Also, as much as we go on and on about the whole " narcissus rejected echo and she died because of his selfishness boo hoo!" Their deaths were very similar, if anything being simply an extension of the cycle of suffering cause by Zeus fucking around and someone else finding out. Oooh cycles... Could be parallel with A!Aimsey following in Tud's footsteps perhaps.

Again a bit of a stretch but I still kinda like it.

Bachea summary

First Dionysus arrives in Thebes and asks everybody to accept and worship him. Nearly everybody is fine with this but the king- Penthius- objects and refuses to believe in his godly power. In response, Dionysus mind controls all of the women of Thebes and they run off to the mountains and literally just sit there, not being a problem or anything.

Dionysus comes to talk to Penthius who tries repeatedly to threaten and insult the completely calm Dionysus. And reveals his preoccupation with sex and completely unfounded belief that the women are having a giant orgy on the mountain.

Penthius decides to attack the women but Dionysus "convinces" him otherwise ( oh look it's our good friend mind control again ) using his desire to be a voyeur to the non-existent mountain orgy. Dionysus then dresses Penthius for slaughter and parades him to the mountain where he is torn apart by his family.

Yay! I love happy endings.

#mcytblr #aimsey #mcyt #minecraft #asmp #aimsey smp #greek mythology #god im a geek #im definitely not using this to procrastinate revising some of these very texts

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ryttu3k · 10 months

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Yeah okay I'm going in. Good Omens season 2, episode six!!

Previous liveblogs: episode 1, episode 2, episode 3, episode 4, episode 5

Bees! Look I'm not saying it is a Doctor Who reference, it just. Might be.

…I'm sorry I took one look at Crowley's angel costume and started wheezing.

I was going "yeah Maggie!!" and then. Whoops.

I like how even Crowley's tattoo is gold.

Muriel is sweet. Kinda hope they get to just. Go to Earth. Maybe join in on Aziraphale and Crowley's side. Can't be lonely if they form a social club of former angels and demons who really aren't feeling it -- oh shit what if that's what season three is about?

"I haven't always been a demon - and they never change their passwords." Oh that moment had such Doctor Who vibes.

Oooh, Gabriel objected! I wonder if he thought it wouldn't work and would just cause lots of losses, or if he had some other agenda, or if he genuinely wasn't sure he wanted Armageddon 2.0? Jim is genuinely sweet and genuinely appreciative of things like hot chocolate and stuff, maybe part of that does come from Gabriel.

Aww yeah death by fire extinguisher! Yeah I can. I can understand why you'd stock up on them after the fire XD;;

"Crowley's emotional support angel?" Well. Little bit, yeah XD

Derek Jacobi! "No speeches, Gabriel, you are not going to Hell. For one Prince of Heaven to be cast into the outer darkness makes a good story. For it to happen twice makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem." Who are you, Crowley. You know, I saw a theory that the 'let there be light' scene in episode one suggested he could be the one known in some stories as… Lucifer?

Store memory in matchbox. Drop matchbox. Good job, Gabriel XD

Okay that was kind of badass but also, uh, starting a war against Hell is probably not a great idea??

I never thought Beelzebub going clucky over a fly with Gabriel's memories would be cute, and yet here we are XD

…ewww.

Oooh. They were collaborating :D

…Oooh. They were collaborating :D

Oh he bloody did stare at the statue lmao

"It was the sort of sensible arrangement that many isolated agents, working in awkward conditions a long way from their superiors, reach with their opposite number when they realize that they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies."

"I would like better clothes -" Aziraphale just going 'okay the romance is v. cute but the audacity???'

Oh, he's Metatron! Yeah, okay. …oh boy.

"Day can't get any weirder." Crowley's just like 'this is fine'.

Us time :)

Honestly I'm kinda glad Maggie and Nina gave Crowley the Talk. The whole… don't mess with human emotions Talk. Ooh, and yes, okay, relationship counseling, that helps too. Six thousand years of 'it's complicated'.

Muriel got the Crow Road! Have fun :D I wonder if that's a reference to Crowley?

Oh no :(

I will now proceed to lie face first on the floor until season 3 comes out.

#good omens #good omens 2

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kiruamon · 2 years

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Part 3

"So are you planning to keep him?", Vicky asked Oz, looking at the little spiky animal in his hands. "Y-yes. Only for a while, though. If you and the others don't mind." He knew that was rather sudden. Hopefully none of his friends would mind if he took the little one into their shared apartment. "I don't mind! And I'm sure Amira and Brian won't either," his friend replied with a grin. "The little guy looks a little upset, to me," she remarked. "Y-yeah. He already bit me when I picked him up, too. I guess he just feels a little intimidated?" "Really? Is your hand okay?" "It's fine. Nothing to worry about," after all, injuries regenerated much faster on him. Vicky nodded slightly before grinning again, "Maybe you'll get cool hedgehog superpowers now! I mean he doesn't necessarily look like a normal hedgehog." Oz laughed softly. "I don't think that's going to happen."

So now he was actually here. Damien's tail swung restlessly back and forth. At some point on the way to the shadow noob's shared apartment, the guy had placed him on his arms, which was definitely an improvement because his new legs were no longer dangling uncomfortably in the air. Still, the prince of hell didn't even think of letting his defenses down - or in that case, his spikes. Although he could feel his classmate flinch slightly as soon as one of his spikes pressed against the black skin of the arm carrying him. But that wasn't Damien's problem! From the noob's arm, he let his gaze wander through the common room, which was furnished like a living room and seemed quite small to him in contrast to the rooms in his dads' castle.

Aside from the nerd and his little over-excited friend, were two other monsters in the room. A tired looking zombie and... Amira Rashid. The latter was having a conversation with the monster in the yellow cardigan.

"If you want to keep him here, fine by me. But Oz are you sure about that? Taking care of an animal is quite the responsibility." Hmph, Damien scowled at the fiery djinn. He couldn't stand her. Yes, unlike the rest of the loser gang, she was clearly more popular and charismatic. And not quite as lame. But he hated how she made him look like a fool during gym class as soon as they were on different teams! Just because she won against his team in dodgeball every once in a while, or every time, so to speak, didn't mean she was better than him! She was just lucky! Nothing more!

"I-I can do it. I mean, I'm sure I can check most things on the internet." Certainly, the responsibility for a living being - no matter how small - was huge, but.... Oz was going to try. "I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure he's okay." Amira looked at him with a smile, then shook her head with a slight sigh before saying: "Oz dear. This wasn't meant to be a lecture. Just let us know if there's anything we can help you with."

Oooh. A little sheepishly, he looked up at Amira, who returned his gaze warmly. Oz had often thought that she was like the big sister of their little group. Although, in pure theory, he was the oldest among them. Not that he felt that way about himself. "Th-thank you. I'll come back to it if I get stuck. Promise."

Brian's hand came to rest on his head, and he ruffled his hair encouragingly. "You can rely on us," his friend softly grumbled to him. Gratefully, the little entity looked at his three friends who had so selflessly offered their support. "I'll see where the empty box from Vicky's last order is," Brian said, dragging himself away. "And I'll check if we have any bowls there from which the little guy can eat!" offered Vicky, already dashing into the kitchen. "Well, let's see if I can find some old cloths or blankets." Oz glanced at the little hedgehog in his hands. "I guess you and I will try to figure out what you eat, then."

To be continued.

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dollmakersfans · 1 year

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Can we get some wholesome vine x nathan content?

OOOH HELL YES YES. YES. YES.

Idk if you want a story some HC SO I'm gonna do both-

Hc:

• Vine buys ANYTHING Nathans asks for

• Only prince treatment for Nate

• Cuddles all night long♡

• Nathan is constantly telling Vine how much he's happy that Vine's his bf

• Vine isn't too much overprotective, he lets Nathan talk with anyone as long as they don't make him uncomfortable or touch him anywhere expect hands and arms (clearly this "rule" is not valid for Candy pop-)

• Nathan is the one very overprotective, he doesn't let Vine be touched by anyone and if he talks to someone he is always there

• Vine doesn't really celebrate Valentines day and Nathan at first was a bit scosso- (shocked and confused)

• Vine is fine when Nathan talks to ANYONE expect Puppeteer, he is afraid he'll do something to Nathan so if they talk he is always behing Nate pointing a g-n at Pupp

• When Nathan talks to his sister Vine sometimes sits next to him and asks Nathan if he has ever told her like that they're together or smth that happend

• Nathan once spended a lot of time outside without Vine, when he came back he found Vine sitting on his bed looking at him when he walked in. Poor Nate got a heart attack and Vine just sat there looking at him

• Vine calls Nathan: дорогой =daragoy which means darling in russian

You'll have to wait a bit for the story♡♡ thanks for asking darling♡♡♡ love y'all♡

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #the dollmaker creepypasta #nathan the nobody #creepypasta au

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soulsxng · 1 year

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"Oooh, it's been a while since I've had the chance to fight with you! Your brothers aren't going to be mad when we wreck everything, are they?"

"Nah. My domain still resets itself in the mornings, so it's fine. You can go all out, Sef."

Abbadon: As the Demon Prince of Discord and War, he's able to bloodlust in beings to the point of driving them into a frenzy. Very tanky, so he can take a lot of hits, but does massive damage with his axe, as well. Has lots of stamina, but is fairly slow, so he tends to use his hell fire to keep enemies midrange, so he can decide if he wants to swing at them with his axe, use hell fire breath, etc.

If all else fails, he'll ultimately shift into his "true form", which...is an issue. It's massive, and much faster than he is in his normal form. He also likes to breathe hell fire all over himself when he's like this, and then leap onto his enemies. Anyway, it looks like this!

Death/"Sef": The Horseman of Death. As the name implies, a lot of their powers lie in death based abilities. Spirit summoning, reanimation or corpses, that sort of thing. They can also drain energy from their opponents at close range, and take it for themselves when they start to tire out.

More of a glass cannon in that they're fast, and they hit hard-- both physically and with magic-- but they can't take all that many hits. Because of this, they've gotten good at studying their opponent's movements, and positioning themself in a spot where they either know their opponent is weaker, or one that they know can't be reached. They also tend to go for vital areas specifically, so they can end a fight fast.

#[Let's get it started -memes & games-]#(some of you might be wondering why Abby is on the roster when there's already a bunch of demon rep #and it's because my wife said 'YOU LET MY BABY BOY BE IN THE BIG FIGHTY GAMES SO HE CAN BE HAPPY!'#and you know what? that's fair.#Abbadon deserves all the happy he's my perfect son that can do no wrong ever #even when he does in fact do something wrong)#(Abby's also never beaten Sef #though the last time they fought was several thousand years ago #so both of them are very excited)

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mycatisstillloafingonme · 2 years

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Random Shuake fanfic idea part 2

so Ren’s just like ”fuck you” and sics Joker on it and Skull’s just like ”bro wtf” and Ren’s just like ”sometimes Excessive Violence™️ is the only answer” meanwhile Joker is ripping the Shadow a new one and then finally the Shadow’s like ”ok ok fine jfc” and fuses Ren and Joker back into one being and Joker’s like “thank you but now we have to kick your ass” and the Shadow’s like ”eh that’s fair” and then the thieves proceed to do just that and afterwards Joker passes the fuck out and collapses because being split into two people, then being fused back together and then kicking Shadow booty does that to a person and the rest of the thieves are like “oh shit” and Crow’s just like “don’t worry I’ll get him home” and everyone’s like “no” and Crow’s just like “yes” and then he carries him back bridal style because he’s gay and then once he’s back at LeBlanc Goro’s internally freaking the fuck out because Ren is like completely out cold but he at least has enough sense to get him into his sleepwear which is honestly kind of hard because Ren’s limp as a fucking rag doll and while he’s undressing him to put said sleepwear on he notes that Ren is fucking buff as hell and he’s like ”how the fuck does he hide that under his clothes” and then he blushes a bit but he would deny he was if Ren were actually conscious and pointed that out but he isn’t, so…and then Goro’s like “wait doesn’t he know that doctor lady” and then he calls Takemi and he’s like “yeah Ren’s unconscious and might be dying send help” and Takemi’s just like “ok calm your tits I’ll be right over” and then she comes and she checks him over and then she’s like “ok he’s not dying chill dude” and Goro’s just like “are you sure” and she’s all like “yeah he’ll be fine his pulse is normal, respiration rate is typical for a person at rest, temperature is good, pupils are reacting normally to light, etc” and Goro almost passes out himself from relief because yay Ren’s gonna live (he wasn’t in any danger of dying in the first place but try telling Goro that) and he stays with Ren until he wakes up and holds his hand because again, he’s gay and he also questions his life choices and then Ren wakes up like two hours later and Goro’s all pissed but secretly relieved mainly because Ren’s awake but also because he wasn’t hit by the Shadow’s attack himself because…reasons and he feels kind of bad about the latter but little does he know that Ren has already figured out that he’s Black Mask but his team hasn’t yet and so that’s why he protected him like that and the last thing they need is two versions of Crow running around especially if it’s his princely self and his…not so princely self but it’s not like he’s going to tell him that because plot so anyways they’re talking about Ren and Joker temporarily being two different people because WOW that was weird and also Ren’s lack of self preservation because let’s be honest this boy is too selfless for his own good but they don’t argue because Ren’s still a little out of it (being unconscious for several hours will do that to a guy) and Goro’s like “do that again and I’ll shove my foot up your ass” and Ren’s like “oooh kinky” and Goro’s like “shut up” and then they make out. So that’s pretty much the fanfic, presented to you in a run-on sentence featuring excessive swearing. Fyi if someone decides to turn this into a proper fanfic I’d be over the fucking moon because my fanfic writing ability is shit.

Alright, shutting up now.

#Shuake #P5 #persona 5 fanfic #Persona 5 #Ren Amamiya #Akira Kurusu #Goro Akechi

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d4rkwr1t3s · 3 years

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Ticking Time

Ships: Prinxiety, maybe platonic/mentioned romantic Dukexiety, mentioned other ships

Trigger Warnings: Apathy!Roman, a few innuendos, talk of gore, suicidal thoughts, depressive states, talk of bodily fluids (by Remus)

Roman had enough with everything. His ideas weren’t cutting it. Everything he knew had been tilted on its axis over and over. He was silenced quite often and made fun of. He had to apologize to everyone but no one had to apologize to him. He sighed and placed his head in his arms.

Everyone had just assumed he had hit a creative block and he had to some extent. Nothing felt interesting or good enough anymore. The once vibrant red of his sash was now a muted grey. Usually, he would be upset by that but now he just felt nothing, numb. He looked over at the door to the imagination. It wasn’t just his but it was better than his slowly greying room. There it would be bright. Didn’t Logan say something about sunlight helping with depression? He couldn’t remember and he could feel himself caring less and less about it. He stood from his desk and stepped into the imagination.

Usually even just stepping inside made him feel better. Usually his horse Merida was there to greet him. There was nothing vibrant or lifelike in his realm. The forest was alive as usual with Remus’ creatures. Each creature curses and spits at seeing him. Right, they’d get out eventually. Why didn’t he care though? The people weren’t real. There wasn’t even anyone there to protect anyway. The streets were barren and there were no bright colors in what he created. There were no decorations for some sort of festival. The town’s buildings were crumbling and slowly wasting away to become nothing but rubble. Even the castle seemed in ruins but not from a war, from time.

Roman stepped inside and the doors shut behind him firmly. He sighed at it and looked up at the tapestry behind the throne. It seemed faded and the picture was no longer decipherable. He sits at the throne and lounges a moment. He listens to the creaking, breaking, dripping. His head hits the back of the throne but no sound escapes him. He looks to the side with a heavy breath. He feels like he’s drowning but there was nothing there. He didn’t feel panicked though. He felt strangely calm. Did it just feel like a suffocating hug? Roman couldn’t tell. He moved his hand in a circle to conjure something but nothing appeared. He looked up once more before he felt the gentle dripping of water. He put a hand to his face and wiped some tears away. Why was he crying? He wasn’t sad. He wasn’t feeling anything really. The tears didn’t even make it to the ground, blowing away as ash after it left his face.

He just sat on his throne and looked out across the empty throne room. It wasn’t comforting but it wasn’t haunting him either. It was a weird place to be. He looked up at the timer on the castle wall. It started and was just going up, ah, that’s what it was for. He hoped he could get out of this alone but he highly doubted it. He glances again at the clock. How long would it take for the others to notice? A day? A few days? A week? He highly doubted it but he didn’t hope for any less.

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A week had passed and no one had heard from Roman at all. While this wasn’t too much of a surprise considering his romps in the imagination, it was odd that no one was told, and that there was no influence by Roman. Every idea Thomas seemed to have came from Remus. Patton and Virgil had been working overtime to keep Thomas from actually streaking through his neighborhood, or hitting his friends with the fake morning star, or even doing dangerous stunts. Some were a bit more concerned than others but it was taking a toll on everyone. There were no new videos since all ideas came from a less than spectacular source.

Virgil sighed heavily with his headphones blasting his playlist. Where the hell was Roman? He grunted at a sudden pressure on his stomach and peeled his eyes open to see who it was. He groaned when meeting a certain side’s eyes. “Remus,” he groaned out, “get off.” “No thanks! I know you feel it too!” “Feel what you insufferable prick?” “Oooh, nice one but sadly I’m not talking about a boner this time.” “Gross. Get off.” “No. You know something’s wrong too.” “I always feel like something’s wrong. Now get off!” Virgil moved to throw him off which barely even budged Remus an inch.

“Just look!” Remus pulled out a clock in a circling green and grey pattern.

Virgil looked at it with confusion, “uh-huh? What about it? It’s a clock? It’s the wrong time but nothing seems off about it.” “That’s the thing! Ever since the split it’s been red and green and broken. Now it’s green and grey and working. Something’s off with Robro and you’re the only one in this stuffy pile of horse shit that gives a shit. Some-” “Stopping you right there,” Virgil cut him off with a look of disgust before he shook his head, “even if there was something wrong Roman’s door is locked.” “Oh? Little bat tried to sneak in?” Remus teased, “gonna grab something to-” “Oh shut up. No,” Virgil's face still heat up at the implications, “what about your side?” “Haven’t been,” Remus shrugged, “besides it’s crawling with nightmares.” “I know that much but can we get over?” “Probably. Especially if something happened to the prince himself.”

“Okay. So can we go?” He questioned while he motioned for Remus to get off. “Yeah. We can go. If you’re ready to face some of your worst nightmares,” Remus teased him again with a grin. “Oh fuck off,” Virgil shoved him off this time and got up, “let’s go before this gets any worse.” “Ugh fine. You’re no fun anymore,” Remus pouted again but got back up and shook himself down before he grabbed Virgil and threw him over his shoulder. “Remus!” Virgil yelped and struggled in his grip. “Off we go to the piss-yellow road!” Remus cackled as Virgil groaned.

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“Will you put me down now?” Virgil asked from his place on Remus’ shoulder. They had been walking for a little while and his stomach had started to get sore.

“Mhhhh nope!” Remus replied cheerfully while he shifted Virgil’s position.

“Why not? Your shoulder is not comfortable and I can’t fight like this.” “That’s the point! We don’t need to fight right now. As long as you’re attached to me you’re fine. I’ll put ya down when we get to Roman’s side.” “Which is how much longer?” “Not too long.”

“Very reassuring,” Virgil spat out sarcastically before sighing and just got comfortable. Remus hummed a sea shanty under his breath as he walked.

A little while later Remus stepped into the meadow right near the border with a whisper of, “wow.” “What? I can’t see.” “Look down.” “What?” “Look down.” Virgil sighs but looks down at the grey dying grass, “holy shit.” “I know,” Remus shifted to let Virgil down, “that’s not a good sign. We gotta hurry and look out for falling crumbling rubble and of course my little nightmares,” Remus grinned.

“Of course. It can never be that easy,” Virgil huffed and stepped to bolt into the kingdom. Remus not too far behind him with his morning star at attention.

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“Next time,” Virgil panted, “just tell your nightmares to fuck off.” “But this was so much more fun!” Remus chirped with his morning star on his shoulder.

“Ugh,” He doubled over for a moment before standing straight up again and walks into the castle with another groan, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Remus cackled at the thorns, “sleeping beauty? Where’s the dragon?” Just as Remus uttered those words the ground started to rumble. Virgil glared at him, “you just had to open your fat mouth!” “Well I open it for-” “Don’t you dare finish that statement,” he snarled and dashed towards the left where there were fewer thorns for him to cut through, “you can deal with whatever that is!”

“Fair enough!” Remus cackled and turned to go outside where there was a thundering roar.

Virgil huffed and cut his way to Roman’s room in the castle where he was not. He sighed, “okay einstein, where would he be?”

He started checking all of the rooms he passed with no luck in finding Roman. He walked back to the throne room, or thorn room now. Virgil looked over where the thorns were the thickest, around the throne. It was quiet inside aside from the ticking of a clock. A clock? He looked around for it and found it at the top of the tower of thorns before it flattened to create a ceiling. Could he be up there? Virgil looked for any sign he was up there but finds nothing. He sighed heavily before a glint to the side caught his eye. On the throne was a figure of stone but the glint of a sword at the statue’s side lured him closer. He hissed in pain when a throne vine grabbed his wrist. Virgil cut the vine and continued trudging forward to the statue. The thorn vines continued to slice at him even as he cut them down. He was panting once more when he got to the thorn column. Virgil raised his weapon to carefully slice through the column. He reached his hand through the incision he made and barely brushed his fingers against the statue’s. He couldn’t see the statue’s face but he could see the sleeve, “Roman…” The statue didn’t move, of course. Virgil cursed under his breath and forced his body through the column even if it caused the thorns to drag across his body. He made a small noise of surprise when he fell into Roman’s lap. He took a breath before pressing a soft kiss to the edge of Roman’s mouth. Virgil laughed softly when it didn’t work, “of course. This isn’t a fairytale. I can’t just magically make it better for you. I wish you had talked to me or even someone else. I want to help. You helped me so much and I should’ve checked on you. I went through hell to get here Roman. Please come back to us…” He sighed and moved to get up from where he was, “I’m sorry we didn’t protect you, Roman.” Virgil shook his head as he swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to leave and tell Remus he failed. He jumped as a weight was pressed to his back and arms wrapped around his waist. “V?” Came the weak and rough question. “Roman!” Virgil turned to hug him tightly even if it caused him to wince, “you’re okay. I got you.” “I’m tired,” he mumbled into Virgil’s chest. “Alright princey. Let’s get you home, okay?” “Mhm,” Roman’s breathing was slow and even which made Virgil chuckle before picking him up. “Rest now princey. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures but Roman was already asleep. The ticking had stopped as Virgil walked out of the castle and back to Roman’s room.

#prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #remus sanders #dark creati #roman sanders #creativity sanders #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders

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beautifulduckweed · 2 years

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Last night, while @beeluffalo and I were hanging out in Discord working on our writing projects:

Candy: If I write Destiel in Captive Prince AU will you read Captive Prince??? Because I WILL

Bee: Candy: writes Destiel fic AT Bee

Candy: This actually works, Dean is an Akielon guard, Castiel is a Veretian noble, Castiel even sounds vaguely Veretian already Dean is short for...Deanianos

Bee: Bee: oh noes how i suffer lol

Candy: Deanianos is assigned as an honor guard for Castiel But hark, there are spy shenanigans involving Crowley, a Vaskian operative

Bee: !! :shakes fist: that dastardly Crowley

Candy: He's a wascal

Bee: are there horses? can Dean(ianos) have a black horse?

Candy: Oh fuck yeah Muscular as heck

Bee: and like rescue cas at some point and whisk him away on the horse

Candy: Pull him onto the horse

Bee: possibly minorly injured

Candy: Yes, whisking, definitely whisking away God this fic writes itself They're stuck in an inn during a winter storm Deanianos has to pretend to be Castiel's pet

Bee: AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Candy: There is only one room left

Bee: oh wait

Candy: and yes (a pet is a fancy courtesan)

Bee: pets don't get to sleep in beds im' guessing ah

Candy: Oh they VERY do

Bee: so no one would even worry about second beds noice

Candy: So Deanianos has to act all seductive but is SO BAD AT IT Wow this fic is really writing itself

Bee: (i maybe read too much a/b/o and bdsm spn stuff for "pet" to not mean "sleep on floor until someone catches feelings and lets you sleep in a bed")

Candy: Hahaha fair!

Bee: oooh yes dean could not act that to save his life but like is cas angry about how much he's fucking up, or amused?

Candy: ...both? Exasperated fondness??? He's normally so straitlaced and dutiful But something about this chaotic manchild with a face like an angel and the table manners of a goblin is unfurling a tender part of him long thought dead

Bee: TABLE MANNERSSS

Candy: Oh yeah. OH YEAH He's a common soldier You gotta eat fast

Bee: oh yes he would be the WORST fake courtesan

Candy: And you gotta eat a LOT Castiel offers him a sweetmeat between his fingertips And Dean like swallows practically his whole fist God why am I such a GENIUS Every TV show needs to hire me

Bee: deeeeeeean(ianos) does dean(ianos) have to wear something like silky and skimpy to be undercover? and he's pretending he's angry about it but secretly so into it

Candy: Oh hell yeah Pets are in fact scantily and scandalously clad Usually with lots of jewelry Akielons are already scantily clad by Veretian standards, just, y'know, not with the sexy silky stuff, so I can see them having to improvise hilariously

Bee: like hastily trading something to a townsperson in exchange for like their tablecloth and a wall-hanging

Candy: Yeah or even like grabbing Castiel's silk scarf and going "CAN WE MAKE THIS WORK"

Bee: oh yeah he'd have smoother underthings silk scarf and like a soft gossamer robe

Candy: Oh god repurposing a wall-hanging into a sexy loincloth Bee you are a comic GENIUS

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In conclusion, Bee and I are geniuses and totally normal people, somebody give us wheelbarrows of money for being geniuses

Also I guess I have another Captive Prince project rotting my brain now, This Is Fine

#captive prince #supernatural #spn #captive prince crack #spn crack #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #deanianos #sam would be...samianos #Castiel is assigned Deanianos as a punishment #Dean's horse is named Cheviolas Impala #Nobody gets to ride him except Deanianos #Nobody gets to TOUCH him except Deanianos #Except Castiel sometimes and only when his life is in mortal peril #Gonna make wall-hanging as sexy loincloth a tag in AO3 oh yeah baby

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trashboatprince · 2 years

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9 (any pairing you want, I love them all). Have a great new year, hopefully full of inspiration. 🥳

You've given me permission to write up for any pairing I want, and I've decided on Lucian/Peter cause I really need to get back into writing them!

I'm going with my vampire prince au, because that one's been on my noggin since the idea was first made (and I've been reading royalty-based fics lately, so that's not helping haha).

Prompt: falling

Also, thank you anon, I hope the same to you!

On with the fic!

"Lucian! Where the fuck are you!?" Peter shouted as he ran through the abandoned remains of a castle.

He and his husband of nearly thirty years now had journeyed around the United Kingdom, looking into the rise in vampires on the island. It had been suspicious, and as vampire royalty, Peter had made it his mission to look into this problem.

These vampires were getting too cocky, too ambitious with their feasting and hunting, humans were going to rebel against the clans they knew of, or find out about the secret ones and cause trouble.

The prince and his husband had found a nest in an abandoned castle, left to rot and fall apart, a perfect place for blood-drinking beasts.

The vampires inside were of a more feral breed, ones that didn't care if they were caught or not, it just meant more food for them. And currently, they found Lucian and Peter to be their next meal.

They didn't even care that Peter himself was of a vampire type, he was still something with blood in his system that they could consume. And Lucian was warm and alive, he was an even bigger target, which meant that Peter was very much going to kill these things.

However, he didn't have a weapon on him, and this large vampire was fast on his heels. He could fight it, sure, but he already attempted and that resulted in his arm being broken. He couldn't focus on healing it now, not when he had to keep running until he could find Lucian again.

But his running led him to a tower, a very unstable one, and he was at the ledge. The drop was too much for even he to survive, especially with the raging water down below of the cliff the castle stood over.

"Oooh, this was a bad idea, really bad..." Peter backed up, trying to figure out what to do as the larger vampire approached, face distorted and multiple fangs bared. He was ready to kill, and Peter had nowhere to run.

Then there was a crack, and the ground seemed to have given out under the larger man. The part of the tower he was on gave out, causing the vampire to scream, tumbling down with the debris into the sea below. Peter shouted, jumping back, yet lost his footing.

He was falling, he was going to die! This was not how he wanted to go out, hell, he didn't want to die at all!

'I'm sorry, Lucian..!' He thought, shutting his eyes tightly-

And then he was jerked back, yelping, and felt like he was suddenly suspended in midair. Peter risked opening an eye, seeing the dark waters and cliff side below, yet he wasn't falling to his doom.

"What the..?" He looked up, seeing that someone was gripping to his jacket tightly. A large, clawed hand was keeping him from falling, which meant...

"Oh, thank someone, Lucian!" Peter was so happy to see his love, if they weren't still in danger, he'd kiss that big snout the lycan was sporting over and over again.

Lucian huffed, pulling him back onto the tower, away from the ledge, before his form shifted, changing into a familiar shape. "Are you alright?" He asked, looking Peter over.

"I'm fine, just a little... alarmed." Peter replied, glancing at the broken tower. "Let's uhh... let's get back downstairs, 'm sure there's some more vampires here."

#lucian x peter vincent #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

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izumi-fanclub · 3 years

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A3! Translation: Haruto R Card “Twin Kingdoms” [Part-time job together! ~Haruto Version~]

Playing off of Shift’s R Card, we see day 2 of Haruto being dragged into Shift’s part-time job, this time, from his perspective.

Izumi

(Ugh... I’m sleepy from staying up and making the props late last night...)

(But I have a meeting to go to, so I need to get myself together.)

Haruto

….........

Izumi

(Hey, who’s that walking over there....)

Haruto-kun?

Haruto

Oh, it’s you.

Izumi

(Haruto-kun, you’re serving looks this early in the day....)

Are you headed off somewhere?

Haruto

It’s my day-off today so I’m gonna watch a play by another theater company.

Watching various performances is pretty inspiring and I can learn a lot from it.

Izumi

As expected from someone as high-level as you!

Shift

Look who we have here, Haruto-san!

And director-san's here with you too? Talk about a rare combo.

Izumi

We just happened to run into each other.

Shift

Well, that’s nice to hear~! Haruto-san, you’re free after this, right?

I’m about to head to my part-time job now but they’re short on staff again, so they’re gonna need an extra hand... you can tag along with me if you want to y’know?

Haruto

Haa? Don't just go assuming I’ve got nothing to do, can’t tell why you think me of all people would be up for that...

Shift

It’s fine, the leader’s cool with you, Haruto-san, so it’s totally okay to jump on duty!

Haruto

What kinda logic....

Izumi

Oh, so you two work together huh?

Haruto

I just happened to help out the other day, okay! No way I’m working together with him again.

Shift

Then I’m asking you again today! Even if it takes a lifetime of asking, please!

Haruto

Are you in elementary school!? I’ve got a play to catch....

Shift

I’ll go with you next time! Come on, let’s go already!

*Inches closer to Haruto and grabs him by the sleeve*

Haruto

Hey, stop pulling on my arm!

Director-san, I’ll see you next time!

Izumi

Oh, uh, see you.

Haruto

Oi, listen when someone’s talking to you!

Izumi

(Haruto-kun, you just got snatched away halfway through the conversation... I hope you’ll be alright.)

(Part 2)

Shift

Wow, you really saved my skin.

Haruto

You... you owe me for this.

Shift

Haha, of course, I’ll tag along with you to that play next time!

And it’s a different job than last time, but we’re still working in such a cold place today too.

It’s good role-building as the prince of the ice kingdom.

Haruto

You’re just stretching it at this point! That doesn’t even make any sense!

???

…....

Shift

…. Huh?

Haruto

What the hell is it, are you gonna misinterpret the plot again?

Shift

No, no, it’s not that. I feel like we’re being watched.

Ah. Dang... Today’s field leader... s’that guy....

Haruto

Who’s that guy....

Shift

That man over there, that slightly fierce-looking guy.

Haruto

That guy... talk about an inconvenience.

Shift

….. That guy’s pretty much infamous for being strict here.

Haruto

Hmmm...

Shift

If you don’t do it right, he’ll run you through the ringer, so take this seriously, Haruto-san.

Haruto

Obviously. If I’m gonna do it, I might as well do it right.

Shift

Oooh, Cool~!

Haruto

Are you mocking me!?

Shift

Nope, not at all! Well then, let’s get on with it already.

-- That should be ok, I guess.

Haruto

I finished this one too.

Field Leader

You two, your shift’s over. You can go now.

Shift

Alright, thanks.

Haruto

Thank ya lots.*

Shift

Haruto

Ah.

Field Leader

Hmm? Are ya from Kansai?

Haruto

E, ehh.... well.

Field Leader

Why don’tcha go and talk in Kansai dialect instead of standard Japanese!

We don’t get to talk in Kansai dialect much here. I’m glad to have a fella here with me.

Haruto

A, ahaha... I’m glad too.

Field Leader

Where’s ya hometown at? Mine’s―....

Shift

…..........

Shift

Haruto-san, you really hit it off with our leader! He seemed to like you a lot.

Haruto

…... That guy completely threw me off-guard.

Shift

But it was nice to see a different version of Haruto-san compared to usual.

If Haruto-san's always around, I won’t be afraid of that guy anymore, let’s do another shift together!

Haruto

And why the hell would I do that!?

Story Clear!

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This and the field leader’s dialogue later is supposed to be in kansai-ben, there’s no direct English equivalent so this is what I went with.

#a3 #a3!#a3 translation #haruto asuka #shift arakawa #a3! translation #AYOOOOO GODza OMGGGG IT'S THEM #thank you nini for submitting this card to me!#oh right hehe #shifuto arakawa

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johnismyreason · 4 years

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Hell on Earth (one) // KOH!TomHolland x Human!Reader

Summary: Tom, Prince of Hell and only heir to the throne, is sent to Earth by his parents as a punishment. He ends up in an odd city full of the worst humans, except one, who, despite not knowing who he truly is, decides to help him.

I have this idea since this summer and I was way too lazy and busy to put it down. This is going to be a series so if you want to be tagged for next chapters, you can send it in the ask box, and also tell me what you thought of it ! I really hope you’ll enjoy it my loves :)

oh ! also this is my thousandth post ! Thank you so much for following me and enjoying my work, it means the world to me !

Warnings: sort of panick attack, cursing, bad English bc I’m French and other mistakes.

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“Wait... What do you mean I’m banned ?” Tom huffed, not believing what he just heard.

His voice resonated in the gigantic throne room where his parents, the King and Queen of Hell were sat, holding hands. The room was cold, just like every other room in this castle, even though outside the weather was hot, dry, almost stifling.

“Tom, we asked you multiple time to take your responsibilities as the future King of Hell, and instead you kept partying, having fun, hanging out with the wrong people.” explained his father “You’re not a child anymore” Tom’s heart was beating so fast making his breath was heavy.

The young prince was known for his love for partying, being carefree and for never taking his responsibilities. Tom was the sole heir to the throne, so he knew he wouldn’t be in competition with anyone else. However he saw that as an opportunity to do whatever he wanted, more than a heavy burden to save the honour of his family.

He looked at his father and his mother alternately, trying to process. Tom finally stoped his sight on his mother who was as disappointed as his father. Normally, she always takes his defence, try to smooth the King’s fury, but not this time.

“Mother...” whispered Tom full of despair, looking for help, but she only looked down, hiding her sad eyes. “Father, you can’t ban me forever ! Who’s going to be the next King ?”

“I’m not banning you forever, my son” the King rose from his throne and walked slowly towards Tom. “I know Hell must have a King or Queen no matter what. I am banning you until the moment you are responsible, respectable and grown enough to become King.”

“That makes no sense !” Tom exclaimed flying his hands up and looking at the ceiling. “I am responsible, respectable and grown ! I am the result of the education you taught me my whole life and-”

“You don’t speak to me like that, Thomas !” cut the King when Tom started raising his voice. “You are in no position to say anything.” Tom pinched his lips to stop him from yelling again and breathed with his nostrils. His father was now right in front of him, standing tall. “You leave immediately.”

“Immediately ?! But... But where to ? How am I gonna live ?”

“Earth” simply responded the King. Tom puffed the breath he didn’t he was holding, his arms getting heavier.

“Earth ?” he repeated. His father nodded his head. “Dad...” the king flinched hearing this name. It wasn’t forbidden just... unusual. “I can’t go to Earth.” Tom’s eyes are dangerously filling with tears but he knows that letting them fall won’t change anything. “Please give me another chance, I’ll do anything-”

“You will do as I said. You will go to Earth. End of discussion.” The King turned his back to Tom and walked back to his throne next to his wife who was now slightly crying. Tom ran to his mother, fell on his knees and took her hands in his, begging her to do something.

“Mother please, don’t let me go, I promise I will behave, I’ll be the King you’re waiting for, you’re wanting me to be. P-please...” Tom was no longer holding his tears back. The Queen withdrew her hands sharply from Tom's grasp.

“Tom, you will go to Earth as the King ordered. You will be able to come back when you are ready to take his place.” The Queen of Hell stood up and forced Tom to do the same. They faced for a few seconds trying to speak without words. The Queen was disappointed, angry and sad to see that her son was not the young King she hoped for to see, but instead was this childish, selfish and reckless prince only interested in loosing himself in every creature and drugs he could find at parties. His mother embraced him, holding him as close as she can before he leaves. After all, he’s still her only child.

“Don’t ever disappoint me like that, Tom” she whispered in his ear. Tom shivered in her arms, felling guilty to cause her this much pain. “Find a reason to be wise. This is Hell, a kingdom. Not anarchy. I will miss you my love” she sobbed and Tom buried his face in the crook of her neck, like he used to when his heart was aching as a child.

“Mom, please don’t let me go...” his whimpers muffled in his mother’s hair. She pulled back and took Tom’s face in her hands to look at him one last time.

“Find her” she softly smiled. Tom looked confused at the Queen, before feeling an odd warmth in his chest.

Looking down at it, he saw a red light consuming him rapidly spreading across his body. He stepped back and hit his chest trying to take this light off of him. He knew what it meant. He saw multiple times people getting banned from Hell. Traitors, fallen demons, even his uncle. The light was taking his whole body, there was nothing Tom could have done to stop it. He raised his frightened eyes to his parents who looked at him without any emotion, when he vanished in a flash of light dust.

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Tom doesn’t really know how he ended up in a refrigerator but as soon as he felt the cold on his skin he bursted out of it, earning little surprised screams and confused looks from the people in the grocery store. Tom looked around before heading out running. He stopped in the middle of the road when he heard a car honking at him and stoping right before him.

“Get out of here asshole !” screamed the driver. Tom, whom was really not accustomed to be talked like that, stretched out his hand to use his power to torture the man. But, nothing happened.

“My powers...” he mumbled.

“What the hell are you doing, you fucking freak ?! I said get out of here !” and almost without warning, the driver hit the gas, giving Tom just the time to push himself on the side.

He ran to the boardwalk and started walking fast, his head turning in all directions to find an issue to this nightmare. He heard people complaining about him and his weird behaviour but he couldn’t care less. He was alone, on Earth and literally powerless. He’s used to people being around him but they were always at his mercy. The noise, the heat, he knew all about it, but what he was experiencing right now was really not as delightful as the screams of sinners begging for the torture to stop. That was music to his ear. Not this mess that sounded like the worst carnival ever. He kept walking without knowing where to, his heart beating so fast and hard against his chest. Dripping in sweat, his muscles tensed, all your senses on alert, Tom thought he was going to die.

“Sir ?!” a sweet but worried voice took him out of his invading thoughts. It seemed like the young lady owning this chanting voice was trying to call him a few times already. “Sir, do you hear me ? Are you okay ?” she was holding his shoulders to steady him. Tom’s eyes stared at her and all of her features. She was strangely reassuring and familiar, and she gave off a light that normally would have scared him away. She kept holding his gaze until she had an answer from Tom.

“U-uh y-yeah, yeah...” Tom stuttered. “I’m fine”

“You really don’t seem fine” she questioned, her hands still on his shoulders but her grip loosened, since Tom calmed down a little.

“I’m just... lost” he replied.

“Oh. Do you leave around ?”

“Not really, no.” Tom chuckled.

“Then, how did you end up here ?” she frowned and let her hands fall to her side, and Tom immediately missed the protecting weight of her delicate hands on his body.

“I-I... don’t know ?”

“You don’t know ? But- oooh, I get it” she nodded her hand side to side with a cheeky smile “partied too much uh ?” the lady chuckled.

“Is that so obvious ?” Tom jumped on the opportunity to escape from the irrational yet real reason on why he looked like an lost elephant in the middle of the Antarctic.

“Well... yeah.” she chuckled shrugging her shoulders. Her laugh made Tom reaching another level of calm and let himself smile back at her. “Can I help you in any way ?”

Tom couldn’t believe it. He’s been on Earth for twenty minutes and already seen the worst of it and humans, even though he lived where all the worst people end up in the after life. But she, with soft words and light hands, has managed to lower the level of absolute nightmare to bearable.

“Um...” Tom thought of how he could tell her that he didn’t know anyone, didn’t have a place to live and couldn’t tell her where he was coming from. “No, I’m gonna be alright” he shrugged, scrunching his nose.

“Are you sure ?” she asked surprised. “You looked pretty panicked and disoriented just a few seconds ago, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you”. Tom’s heart skipped a bit. She didn’t know him and yet she worried about him. If only she knew who he was, she would never care about me so much, thought Tom.

“Don’t worry I got it” the curly boy responded nicely.

“Ok... well, if you need anything, I work at the bakery down the street, at Patty’s. Don’t hesitate to come visit me.” She smiled so brightly, the light in her shone stronger, calling Tom to embrace it.

“Thank you, this is very... nice.” Nice ? What is nice ? Tom only knew pettiness in his kingdom.

“You’re welcome ! And don’t worry, this city looks like Hell but it’s really not that bad” she giggled. The prince rose his brows and smiled slightly at her warning. Tell me about Hell. “Well, um... bye.” she waved a little at him – and he held back the urging desire to take it in his to place a delicate kiss on it – and walked passed him, turning her head back for a final look.

Tom sighed heavily thinking that nobody will help him anymore and that he had to find a place to sleep at least for tonight. He wandered the whole day around the city of... London ? At least that’s what he heard from other people. Why this place, though ? Who chose it for him ? Is it his father ? His mother ? A random counsellor ? The fallen prince had no answer but approximately a thousand questions.

The sun was setting down, illuminating the London’s sky with a bright pink and purple light. People were either going home or going out to party. I could use a party, thought Tom. But he shook this idea out of his brain. He was on Earth for this exact reason. I could use a bed, actually. Without noticing it, Tom went back to the square he met... Satan, I don’t even know her name ! He thought of going to that bakery and ask her for help. Maybe she knows where he can sleep tonight. Maybe she can invite him to her place. Maybe... maybe he should not bother her with his problems. Ugh ! Tom grunted in despair and cursed his parents for the deep shit he’s in. His head turned around when he heard giggles and high heels tapping the pavement. A group of girlfriends was heading to a bar to celebrate someone’s birthday. They were pretty. Tom’s feet took the lead, and walked him towards the same bar, where music – awful music he thought – was blasting. He hesitated to go inside and then thought a drink wouldn't hurt him. He has already drunk far worse than the poor human drinks. One glass, that's all. And Tom walked into the bar, his heart racing with excitement.

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That was one drink too much. When Tom slowly emerged from his sleep, his head was banging like crazy. He squeezed his eyes open, blinded by light coming directly on his face, his hand before his sight. He then only realised where he was. Laid on a bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, under a warm blanket... naked... next to a girl, naked too... oh, actually two girls. Tom rose out from the bed. With a pillow to cover him, the party boy looked for his clothes that were spread on the floor, and put them back. That looks too familiar. He then tried to proceed to get out of the bedroom but tripped on one of the girl’s high heels.

“Damn it !” he grunted, waking up... Stacey ?

“Uhmm Tom ? What are you doing ?” she mumbled coming out of her dreams.

“I... go. Bye.” He opened the door and motioned out.

“Wait ! When are we meeting again ?” she asked dropping herself with the blanket, leaving her friend fully naked. “We had a lot of fun last night” she walked closer to him, lingering a finger on his chest and biting her lip. She’s pretty.

“Never.” He took her wrist out of his chest and said “Look, Stacey-”

“Chloe” she corrected shooting him with her eyes.

“Shit, I knew it.” he said between his teeth. “Look, Chloe, we had fun, yes, but uhh, you see, we won’t do it again.”

“Why ?” she looked disappointed

“You’re not my best shot in bed. ‘Didn’t blow my mind. So, yeah... Bye !” and just like that, Tom steeped out of the appartement under a rain of insults from the now very angry girl. It always made him laugh. Playing with girls, taking what he wants from them and never apologise.

But now what ? Back to the starting point, Tom was a wandering soul in London. His head was killing him from all of the alcohol he had. It shouldn’t be hurting him this much. Human’s beverages were poor and weak. He never understood why alcoholic sinners were so addicted to this. It’s not even good ! His feet were dragging him through the wakening city and he felt his stomach growled.

“How the hell did I end up here again ?” Tom mumbled scratching his scalp. He was back on the square his life saver left him yesterday. It’s maybe a sign, thought Tom. A sign ? What sign ? Tom didn’t have much more time to think before his stomach screamed for food. “Guess I don’t have any other choice” he sighed and began to walk towards the bakery.

When he arrived, the prince of Hell, discovered a bright colour painted shop, with a few tables and a window full of pastries, sandwiches and cakes. His mouth watering at the sight, he could have smashed the window and eaten it all.

“You ? Hi !” said a melodic voice. Tom snapped his head up to look at you. What an angel.

“Hi... You remember me ?” asked Tom

“I do, yeah ! Um, how are you doing ?” you smiled

“Perfect !” responded enthusiastically Tom, his hands behind his back.

“Yeah ?”

“No, I lied.” he admitted immediately, taking you by surprise. You blinked a few times not knowing what to say. “I’m in deep shit actually”

“Umm, wow, ok... so how can I help you ?”

“First, can I know your name ?”

You shook your head lightly realizing that indeed, you never told each other’s names “Oh yeah, I’m Y/N. You ?”

“My name’s Tom, prin- just Tom” he cut himself from using the old and vanished way of presenting himself.

“Ok, just Tom,” you giggled trying to relax, “what’s next ?”

“Next, could you offer me something to eat and drink and seat with me so I can expose you my, uhh, situation”. That was bold of him to ask you to give you food when you were still strangers to each other.

But you didn’t hesitate “Sure ! What would you like ?” You demanded with the biggest smile. How is it possible to be so nice ?

“The tuna sandwich please ?” What ? I don’t even like tuna ! It’s because of that smile...

“Great ! Have a seat and I’ll join you right away” you both nodded at each other and Tom chose a table that was the farrest from the counter. While waiting for you, he fought of how he could tell you that he’s actually the Prince of Hell, whom was banned by his parents to teach him a lesson, and didn’t know why he ended up here, in London, but however he still needs a place to live for a few days, or weeks, or month... or years. Tom let out a deep breath and played with his fingers.

This is gonna be easy. Right ?

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A Story’s Analyzation Chapter 3 : When an exe. stops working and WHO ARE YOU?! HOW-

Summary (for this chapter): Some angst with Lucifer and some fluff with Luke and meet someone new! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Have a good day!

[Warning: Spoilers for Lilith (small, very small spoiler)]

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“Do Not Insult My Child.”

Lucifer froze in his spot. He wanted to tease you and Luke but he no words came out of his mouth. He stood there with shock on his face and said “Sorry.” To Luke much to everyone’s and Lucifer’s surprise. Suddenly he was feeling a little heavy. There was an annoying ringing in his ears. It hurt. ‘S-stop it! Damn it!’ He felt dizzy, his vision had tuned foggy. ‘What is happening?!’ he thought to himself in a panicked haze he held onto anything that was near as it felt like if he didn’t, he would surely fall down……

“Lucifer!” came Mc’s worried voice and suddenly, he felt refreshed? Better, even. Like there was no pain in the first place…. ‘What?’ he thought to himself. “Lucifer, w-what happened?! Are you alright?” Mc panicked. Lucifer looked up from where their voice was coming from. It seems that he held onto them during the painful haze. Everyone was looking at him with concern. When he understood what was happening, he stood up straight as prideful as ever. “I apologize for showing myself in such a disgraceful manner.”

Diavolo looked at him still worried, “You don’t need to apologize for something like this. You should visit the infirmary and rest there for some time.”

“My Lord, there is no need. I am perfectly fine.” Lucifer said with a scowl. ‘Here we go again, pitying me.’ He thought bitterly.

“No, Lord Diavolo is right.” Mc looks at him with a serious face, “Lets go Lucifer. I’ll come with you.”

“As I said, there is no need.”

“Lucifer, I swear, if you don’t come with me right this instant, I will drag your living body to the infirmary.”

“…” he looks at them with a scowl deeper than ever. ‘What does this human want?’ “Lord Diavolo, I can assure you, I just lost my balance is all. I am truly fine.”

“But-”

“I said I am fine.” He growled. At this point, he wanted to break something anything that could come in his hands. A deep voice in his head was shouting at the people in front of him ‘How dare they pity me? Me?! I am not weak! I am strong than half of the people standing in this room!’

“…” Everyone was silent. Finally, Diavolo spoke “Alright, I won’t force you, but please take care of yourself.”

“…. Yes, My Lord.” He said as he rushed out of there. He wanted to run. The voice in his head was still angry at them but another voice in his head belittled him saying that ‘You deserve it, Lucifer. How shameful you are now.’ He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping that at least the darkness would help him gather his thoughts together….to be precise, push those thoughts away. But it didn’t help as he saw the monster of his past mocking him, his efforts, his everything and even his existence…. He opened his eyes and rubbed his face to remove the hidden tears. He heads straight to his office. When finally he arrives, he rushes into the bathroom to wash his face in the sink…. When he sees his face in the mirror however………multiple reflections of his face are seen as the mirror was now broken….as he was himself…...

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Luke was very happy; he was looking at Mc as his hero. There was no one who had guts to stop Lucifer from teasing Luke. He tried talking to Mc but he was too scared to talk to them while they talking with the others. After what happened, Mc seemed sad even though they were hiding it their frown could seen for a second until, they again started talking happily. He didn’t talk much about much anything because he was still a little embarrassed as Mc literally declared him as their child right in front of Simeon, the Prince and his butler but still, that did not stop from him admiring Mc for their bravery.

So, while walking to the assembly hall for a meeting, he tried to start a conversation, “Uh…. Mc why is Simeon not with us?”

“Ah, its because Diavolo had some business with him it seemed.” They say with a little smile. Progress! They were at least smiling now! Now what he should talk about? “Uh, Mc….? Where is Mammon? Wasn’t he supposed to guard you and attend the meeting?”

“…. He ditched me.” They say nervousness evident in their voice. ‘How could that demon do this?!’ he thought. “So, what happened to Lucifer? Where did he go?” he asked as he thought ‘at least he is a responsible one right? He is not like his brothers, right?’

“….I don’t know where he went….. I am worried about him…” Oh no! The sad frown returned on their face! Aaaah! What should he do?!

Without thinking (also while blushing), he said, “Don’t worry Mc! I’ll protect you!”

“!!!!” Mc looks at him with shock which is then replaced by big smile, “Thank you, Luke, I really appreciate it. Hehe.” They laughed! Score!

Just then, a pack of lower demons came at them, “Oooh! Look at that isn’t that the other human?” one demon sneered at them. “Yeah! Wait isn’t that the Chihuahua Angel?! It seems he found his new owner!”

“Yeah, it seems Simeon got bored with him.”

“Hey, hey human, give me your D.D.D. number!”

“You better do it or else we will beat you to a pulp!”

‘Tch! Damn demons! They have no shame in them!’ Luke thought angrily as he tried to go and tell them…..just then, a hand on his shoulder held him back. It was Mc’s hand. “Let’s go Luke. We’ll be late.” they smiled at him. They took his hand and walked past the demons.

“OI, we are talking to you! Are you deaf?!” one of them shouted. Luke had a bad feeling about this.

“….” They looked at the demons and mumbled, “there’s a lot of them…” They looked at Luke smiled at them and hugged him and said, “Run. Run to the Assembly Hall and call Lucifer or Diavolo or anyone else.” Luke looks at them with shock and hears the demons attack them. Before he could scream, Mc pushes him away and shouts “Go! Now!”

They also shout, “How did these idiots get here?!”

Luke doesn’t know what happened to him but he runs to the assembly in tears.

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Lucifer is worried. It’s been quite a long time Mc, Luke and Mammon should’ve reached the Assembly Hall by now, but none of them are seen… he is looking at his notes for today’s meeting. He continues reading the notes still worried. He hears Diavolo speak, “It’s quite late, everyone is here. Only Mc, Luke and Mammon are not here……”

“….I apologize on behalf of Mc. I’ll tell them to be early next time…” Lucifer frowns at his words.

“Are you worried for them?”

“Hm?”

“Are you worried for Mc, Lucifer?” Diavolo asks him.

“….Yes, they are after all, the exchange student.” Lucifers says as if it is a fact.

“Hm.. they were quite sad after you left.”

“They were?” Lucifer asks astonishment evident on his face. Diavolo only smiles, “Yes, it seems they were still worried about you.”

“Why they would be worried about me?” Lucifer asks without thinking.

At this Diavolo frowns, “Why do you think that?”

“…” Really, now that he mentions it, they probably are worried about him, right? Wait, but why they would be worried? They know him for only two days after all. Wait, why is he getting worked up for this? Since when did he care? Why is he thinking like this?

Someone across the table is heard sighing, it was Leviathan. “Seriously, can I go back home?”

“No, you can’t. You don’t attend the classes have some courtesy of attending the meeting, will you?” Lucifer speaks getting out of his serious self-questioning. His brother sighs dramatically. Everyone is here, ‘where are these 3 idiots?’ he thinks. Just then, the doors open revealing Mammon “Evenin’…” Lucifer looks at his direction only to see no Mc and no Luke. Ok, if Lucifer was ‘just worried’ before, his blood pressure was rising now.

“Maaaaaamoooooon?”

“EEK- wha-wha-what happened, big bro?”

“WHERE ARE MC AND LUKE?!”

“…….Shit I forgot.” Mammon answers after thinking for some time.

……

“WHAT”

“Look I’m sorry-”

Just then, the door opened again, letting Luke inside. “Simeon! Lord Diavolo! Lucifer! Mc is-”

Before Luke could finish his sentence, Lucifer was in front of him with dark aura surrounding him, “Where?”

“Near the Library-”

Lucifer bolted out without looking back. He was in his demon form ready to destroy. He finally came to the spot. And as mentioned ready to break bones but-

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He was shocked. ‘What in the nine hells?’

The whole pack of lower demons were kneeling down in front of the human…. Some of them were injured (severely). All of this when the human was smiling with satisfaction (and a bit of sadism). Their back was to Lucifer, so they couldn’t see him. Lucifer was stuck in a daze. Correction, his brain was stuck.

It seemed that the human finally noticed him, “Ah, Lucifer, sorry that you have to come here and sorry for being late. You see, I was stuck in a rather unavoidable situation because of these idiots.” They say while pointing at the demons still kneeling. At their mention the demons flinch in fear. “Don’t worry I haven’t injured them too much but just enough to make them understand. Anyways, lets go to the meeting, ok?” the smile at him all cutesy.

“Yes….” Mind you, he is still in his confusion-daze.

The human gives the demons another look (perhaps of anger) as they flinch under the human’s gaze, “I’m sure you have learnt your lesson, now go to the infirmary treat your wounds. Then, you are free to do whatever you want. Understood?”

“Y-yes!”

“Good, now scram.”

Then the demons ran away.

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Lucifer returns with Mc in the Assembly Hall. Luke runs to them and asks if they are alright. Everyone gathers around Mc to confirm if they are truly fine, all while Lucifer.exe. still can’t work properly, for some reason. The meeting starts and finally finishes. Diavolo comes near Lucifer, “Are you alright? You seemed in a daze…”

“Mc defeated the demons and made them kneel.” Lucifer spoke as if on ‘automatic mode’.

“What…..? Really?! That is brilliant!.... Wait, were the demons injured?”

“Yes, but they have been sent to the infirmary under Mc’s orders.”

“Woah…..” after this Diavolo went straight to Mc to take their interview of sorts on their new achievement being unlocked. Little anyone know, they unlocked the true achievement of breaking Lucifer.

Someone help this man- I mean demon…….

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After finally returning back home, he tried distract himself from the ‘confusion-daze’ by doing paperwork(locking himself in his study as usual). After some time, he hears a knock on the door of his study. He sighs and finally says, “Come in.”

The minute he sees Mc entering-

Lucifer.exe. is now ready to go.

“How did you do that? Humans are not supposed to work like that! How just how?!” if was not for Mc in his room he would have pulled his hair out in frustration as he couldn’t solve this ‘serial killer mystery’ (I mean, its understandable).

“Ok calm down, big boy. I didn’t do anything. I just did what I did to defend myself.” They shrugged.

“Yes but-”

They cut him off, “Here, coffee. I made it myself. I figured you would need it.” They hand a mug filled coffee. Wait, it was Melancholy Coffee.

“How did you make this coffee?”

“The internet is there for reason.” They laugh at him while he wears bashful expression.

“…”

“Anyways, you wanted to talk about monster-pets with me, right?”

“Huh?”

“During the first day, before Diavolo suggested you to introduce your brothers you seemed as if you wanted to talk to me more.”

“…” Lucifer was looking at his stack of paperwork to avoid looking at them (again) as he was blushing. “I… yes, you are right I have interest in it.” He said while trying to find the correct words

“Oh? I am too interested in this topic.” They smirk at him, “tell me what type?”

“…. Hellhounds.”

Their eyes sparkled and were looking at Lucifer with adoration, “really?! Even I love Hellhounds. Many people hate them, I but really love them!”

“You do?” This was first for Lucifer, as everyone around was afraid of the Hellhound that he adopted it was new to see someone like Hellhounds as he did. So, he continued, “In fact, I have a Hellhound as a pet in the tomb under the main house.”

“Reaaaallly?!” their eyes were sparkling even more. “Please can I meet them? Please, please, please?”

Lucifer looks at them with soft eyes. He starts laughing softly. He can practically see the dog ears on Mc now, pleading in a cute way. “Alright, but only if you have the guts to take him walk for the whole week.” He tried to scare Mc. Well except, they were not scared in fact their cat-like grin got even more big with excitement. “YESSSS” they practically yelled.

Lucifer, sighed and shook his head but weirdly not out stress. No, but out something warm that was rising in his chest. He brushed off as nothing and took Mc to the underground tomb.

“Mc stay behind me.” Lucifer said with caution. They nodded at with understanding. Mc was now standing behind of Lucifer.

“Cerberus!” he calls his beloved Hellhound. Cerberus comes in the view with a growl and a roar.

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But then, he is kneeling?

Cerberus never kneeled to Lucifer even while greeting him any or other time. Cerberus had to be scolded to behave, but now the hound is not only kneeling but whining for attention?! But why-

Mc goes near Cerberus and hugs him?! Then proceeds to pet him?!

…

Lucifer observes both of them and then it clicks.

Did Cerberus kneel to Mc?! But why- How- WhEn-

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‘Lucifer.exe. has stopped working again.’

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‘…I never thought Kerberos would be with Lucifer…..

But its understandable at least he’s taking care of him.

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I’m jealous…..

Its not fair…..

….but it is the way it is I guess…..

Hm? Ah, Reader, you came? Would you like some tea?

Tell me of your day!

Hm? “Who is that?” you ask? The person pouring our tea?

Hehehe…..

Reader……. Are you sure you want to know?

You’ll get that information prematurely, you know?

*mystery person smiles at you*

Hm? You still want to know?

Alright then, my curious cat…..hehe…..

*looks at mystery person with a smile*

But I must say today’s tea is very sweet I like it can brew it tomorrow as well?

Yes, please do, both of would appreciate it, “Narukou”.

*”Narukou” laughs and says something*

What? You want the Reader to call you by your real name?

*looking at “Narukou” with concern*

*“Narukou” nods*

Aaaah… fine its your name after all *looks at you the Reader, smirking -*

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Right? “Lilith”?

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