#Still hurts a little but leviathan walked me through allowing it to be neutral and admitting that I see myself in it. Because I tried my
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Demon Bros Finding MC Crying On Their Bed (part 1)
[I’m going through some self-worth issues and was crying for a bit before writing this, so I figured I’d make some bad day sadness comfort in case you are too. Virtual hugs are sent to those struggling. <33]
[MC is gender neutral, as always.]
[This part contains comfort from Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi.]
[Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie will be coming soon.]
Lucifer:
- He knows you’ve had some rough days at the Devildom, even if you just tried to put on a brave face and smile through it.
- Somehow he could tell. He could tell something wasn’t right, but he didn’t want to intrude on you suddenly with your emotions.
- He walks by your room one night only to hear some faint crying sounds coming from it-- immediately stopping him in his tracks.
- He doesn’t even knock this time, he wants to help you. He finds you curled up on the bed with your back towards him, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest to muffle your cries.
- He walks in and shuts the door quietly behind him, and gently sits on some space of the bed-- not saying anything at first. You don’t bother to look at him, yet part of you is slightly relieved that he’s here with you now.
- He then makes a rather bold move. He turns around and lays down next to you, even though you’re back is temporarily turned towards him still.
- He starts talking to you in a tone you never hear from him. His tone is... soft. And gentle.
- “MC, please look at me. You don’t have to talk if you don’t wish to, but at least allow me to make you feel better.”
- It takes you a moment to register his request, but you comply as you put the pillow back to the side and look at him with wet eyes and tear stained cheeks.
- When he saw your heartbroken expression, a part of him just.... broke. He felt awful. Genuinely awful.
- He frowns when he sees you in such a state, and opens his arms for you to come into. He said that wants to help you, and he’s sticking to his word.
- You go into his arms and bury your head in his chest and cry, and all he does is wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and let you cry.
- He gives soft heartfelt rubs up and down your back to soothe you a bit. He forgot how sensitive human emotions can be...
- He doesn’t talk about what’s bothering you until you’re ready, and he lets you know that he loves and supports you no matter what.
Mammon:
- He was planning to go on a spending spree after he got his credit card back, and he barged into your room and was gonna ask you what you wanted since he was feeling a little extra generous.
- Until he saw you curled up on the bed crying and buried up to your eyes in the blanket. He stopped mid-sentence and even dropped his phone, and ran to you and flopped on the bed next to you.
- “Yo, human! What’s with the waterworks, huh? Ya know that The Great Mammon is here for ya, right?”
- He almost felt hurt himself seeing you hurt. He didn’t care about money right now. He just wanted his human to be okay again.
- He would sacrifice all the Grimm in the Devildom just to see you smile.
- He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you cried into his chest.
- He didn’t know what to say at first, thoughts racing across his head.
- He reminds you that you’re his human, and that you’re a strong, beautiful one at that.
- He knows that he isn’t great at comfort, but he at least hopes that his words are reaching you.
- He talks softly to you while running a hand through your hair, something he never would have done regularly because of his “tsundere-ness”.
- He says that if you ever wanna talk to him (”and only him”) that he’s willing to lend an ear and shoulder whenever you need it.
- You’re his human, no matter what. He loves you no matter what and only wants what’s best for you, even if he doesn’t say it.
Leviathan:
- He’s up all night playing a new video game he just got from Akuzon, having headphones on and a volume at a considerably high volume.
- He’s just beaten a new level, and he wanted to invite you to play with him.
- He slides his headphones off and is about to ask when he suddenly sees you crying on his bed, hugging a small Ruri-Chan pillow close to you to muffle yourself.
- He’s gone silent. He’s not sure what to think or say right now. Levi.exe has been broken by a tearful MC.
- “How is a yucky shut-in otaku like me supposed to comfort a sad normie human?!” He ponders to himself.
- He gets up and his face is red, and he clears his throat. It was for nervousness, but also to get your attention.
“L-Listen, nor--- I mean, h-human.. Ummm... i-if you want, you can play with me t-to get your mind off what’s upsetting you.. b-but you don’t have to if you don’t-”
- He stops short when he sees you put the pillow down and turn towards him with teary eyes as a sniffle escapes you.
- Levi’s urges to help take over, and he lays down next to you. He doesn’t even realize that his arms are wrapped around you and hugging you to his chest.
- “I’ve seen people do this in anime, so I hope it works with you too.”
- He gives you small praises that he also probably got from some of his favorite animes. The lines are cheesy, but you do admit- they did make you feel better.
-Because the way Levi delivered the praises let you know he meant every word.
- You’re still a normie. But you’re his special, amazing, adorable normie. He cherishes you more than Ruri-Chan and any video game in the world. You’re the only 2D human he appreciates.
[Reminder that the others are coming soon!]
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Hey! I saw that your ask box was open, so I was wondering if I could request how the brothers (if not all then just Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Leviathan) would react to the mc defending them! Like they get into a fight and their only response was "they were talking bad about you" or something! -🥀 (Also side note, do you right for GN! MC's, or just male?)
BROTHERS REACTING TO MC DEFENDING THEM
Hey anon! Thanks so much for requesting! As for your question, This is TECHNICALLY a male reader blog, however, if it isn’t necessary, I will use he/him pronouns loosely. In other words, if the prompt doesn’t specify/depend on it being a male mc, it will be gn!mc! Hope this clears up some confusion! I’ll start putting whether a post is for a gn or male mc at the very beginning of said post from now on.
✖️GENDER NEUTRAL MC✖️
fluff, some angst :).
Lucifer was more angry than anything to hear that MC had gotten in a fight. The one thing he made sure they did was to stay out of trouble. And yet, they seem to be a magnet for chaos.
He stumbled upon the fight before it got bad, and had the demon dealt with as he accompanied MC to an empty room at RAD.
Although he seemed to be sweating out of exasperation, it was easy to tell that he was simply worried about them.
Well. Kind of.
If you look past the hour-long lecture it is.
MC tries countless times to explain themself, and yet he never fails to reroute the conversation back to his lesson on running from a demon before things get bad.
It gets to a point when MC has to put a hand over his mouth to quiet him.
Only then do they explain what happened, and what caused the fight to begin with.
First, he is absolutely shocked. And he can’t really find the right thing to say.
Then, his eyes relax, and his frown seems to melt away. He truly wants to be mad still, to teach a proper lesson. But he just can’t do it.
“It is true that humans tend not to think things through, I suppose.”
He crosses his arms and continues, “Well, I appreciate it, but I don’t need the protection.”
After ruffling their hair, he smirks a little.
“I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you if you rush into situations like that. Maybe put you on a leash.”
After things are cleared up, he finds the situation a little comical. A human defending a demon.
Luckily, the wounds aren’t bad, or else Lucifer wouldn’t have hesitated giving some sort of consequence to the MC.
Mammon is, unfortunately, not around to witness or intervene into the fight.
So when the next time he sees MC there’s a dark magenta ring around their eye, he loses it.
He wastes no time taking them home from RAD. We know he never really cared for classes anyways.
Unlike Lucifer, he wants to hear them out on the way home.
Although he physically feels himself getting butterflies in his stomach from the idea of being cared for, he clears his throat and tries to push it aside.
He knows that they’re not going to be taken away from him anytime soon. At least, not with his unintentionally vice grip on their wrist they aren’t.
And yet he can’t help but constantly flick his gaze back to them and their wounds.
We were all waiting for this one: he feels horrible that they got hurt because of him, albeit indirectly.
He puts emphasis on steering clear of hotheaded demons— or, all demons that aren’t the brothers for that matter.
“I hear ya, The Great Mammon is a gem that all of devildom should be tryna’ protect! But... You’re better off ignoring that... I mean, look at ya! All beat up and stuff... N-Not that you look bad or anything. Well... Um.”
When MC laughs at him, he’s both relieved that they’re not upset enough to sulk, and embarrassed because of his wording.
So they have to reassure him that they simply find him worth protecting— for exactly this. He cares for them, and is probably willing to protect them too.
As he’s sloppily tending to their bruises, he offers to spend the day with them.
He says its his payment, and that he would defend them when Lucifer found out about today.
But it’s more so the fact that he wishes more than anything to spend every day for the rest of his demonic life with them.
Levi is another brother who is unfortunately not around at the time due to his home schooling.
That’s why he’s one of the last people to find out about it, and he feels guilt hit him like an 18-wheeler.
The injuries are a little more severe, but nothing that would keep someone from going about their daily life. Nonetheless, Levi is demanding to be the one to patch them up.
As soon as MC cuts him off before he can start rambling, they make sure to explain the situation, i.e. “I had to defend you! Or else they would have kept talking bad about you.”
He turns red and covers his mouth, undoubtedly mumbling something about how impossibly romantic the situation was.
But after that, he shakily asks that MC tries not to talk as he takes time to let everything sink in. He still can’t believe it.
So he finds himself shakily asking questions like, “So... You just heard him and decided to-... To defend me? No one asked you to?”
For every reassuring nod that he gets, he feels his head spin a little faster.
It takes him a while, but all the wounds are properly sterilized and taken care off beneath his cold fingers.
He leans back in his seat, and blows out a slow puff of air. “MC... You’re badass. Seriously. I don’t really know what I, a demon, have done to deserve you... But... Thank you.”
The conversation ends with tears, but they couldn’t have been anything but happy.
He just can’t believe someone could go as far as to fight for his sake over a simple ill-intended comment.
Satan witnesses the event. Which... May or may not be a good thing.
MC doesn’t notice him at first. They’re too busy with the demon that has her hands on their uniform collar.
But then they see the green flames licking at their peripherals, emitting from somewhere behind them.
The demon girl in front of them seems to lose all color in her face at the sight of those same flames. She instantly drops MC to their knees, and attempts to run.
As Satan steps forward to grab the female student, he spins MC around with ease so that they won’t have to witness whatever he’s about to do.
MC doesn’t know how much time has passed due to the shock of the moment. It could be seconds or minutes. But when Satan pulls them back up to their feet, he is stone faced.
MC walks stiffly to the House of Lamentation with Satan, careful not to set anything else off in him.
The entire walk to his room is silent. The first time he speaks is when he offers a seat on his bed, nudging books aside with his foot.
He takes a deep breath before he begins diligently tending to the injuries.
“Mind explaining what happened?” He doesn’t sound angry at them, but it’s hard to tell with him.
Satan notices the hesitation in answering, so he gives a small smile. “Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. I’m just a bit... Tense, is all.”
After a moment, MC tells him the reasoning for the fight.
Satan sighs once more and places a hand on theirs. Oh to be so selfless yet still be a fragile human.
“MC... Demons talk. And it’s not always nice. It’s best to just let it go, okay? Well... Give me their name first, but I can’t have you losing a limb for me. Who knows what i’d do then.”
MC can’t completely promise that they’ll simply forget about anyone that talks badly about him, but Satan only gives a helpless sigh.
“What ever will we do with you.” He is much more relaxed than before, and his tone is affectionate.
MC doesn’t know what happened to that girl, and you figure it’s best to never ask.
Asmodeus is preoccupied with a hand mirror, but a circle of gathering demons certainly catches his attention.
He hums, interested. He’s always been one for drama.
But as he peeks over the crowd, his heart sinks impossibly deep in his body.
MC isn’t bloody, but by the looks of it, they may be very soon.
While he’s ridden with shock, a punch lands on their face, and the crowd roars. The yells overtake his own, and he can’t get through the group of people pushing and shoving.
Diavolo and Barbatos were alerted of the congregation of students, and are only just now arriving. And at the sight of them, students scatter like bugs. Leaving MC on the ground and clutching their face in pain.
Diavolo and Barbatos leave MC in the care of Asmodeus while they turn to resolve the problem with the attacker.
Asmodeus is frantic, fanning his face as he helps MC to sit up. He doesn’t know what to do first, does he ask to see the wound? But what’s the point when he doesn’t really know how to treat it in any circumstance? No one has ever socked him in the face before.
So he opts to carry them off to the infirmary, bridal style. All along the way, he gives reassuring words that seem to slightly calm the injuried MC.
“Hey, beautiful! Ughh, the nerve of some demons! I can’t even begin to— Oh right... The ice pack, I’ll get that now, so sit tight, love!”
While he allows them to press the ice to their eye themself, he is massaging his frowning face. All while he seems to be worried about all the wrong things.
“Is this type of injury permanent on humans?? Your face is too good for that!” “That low-level demon... I wish I could ruin his face a hundred times worse than what he’s doing to innocent bystanders!”
MC patiently allows him to vent, because hearing him fret of the most “Asmo” things somehow brought light to the situation and distracted from the throbbing in their face.
An hour must have passed before Asmo actually takes in the situation. “Oh, but I haven’t even asked... What in devildom were you doing with such a grotesque demon? Do I have to replace Mammon in guarding you?”
Finally, MC explains.
He’s less than shocked. Instead, he holds his own arms with an almost sympathetic smile, “Oh, darling... It’s better to talk to Lucifer about things like that... If at all. As the Avatar of Lust, It’s kind of part of the program to get nasty birds twittering about you... Fan behavior.”
MC seems less than convinced, replying with a small, “But...”
Asmo grins and puts a gentle hand on their shoulder. “It’s adorable that you’d do that for me, MC, really. I wish I could just dress you up and show you to the world, show them how special you make me feel! But please. Don’t sacrifice your complexion for a-ny-thing!”
Even Asmo can feel himself get butterflies when MC does the smallest of things for him. But taking care of that face is no joke to him.
Beel is at the gym when it happens, and is the last one to hear about it. The brothers are all discreetly trying to decide whether or not to tell him. We all know how scary he can get.
MC listens to Mammon... For some reason. And that entails avoiding Beel until the scrapes and bruises on your body heal.
Bad idea. Beel now looks like a hurt puppy, and is desperately trying to figure out what he has done.
The fateful moment of realization for him comes on a Tuesday night, less than a week after the incident. MC walks into the kitchen, searching for a late night beverage to drink and also hold against their wounds.
Beel is already there, instantly looking ashamed when he sees them.
“Beel...” MC starts, forgetting that they were supposed to be avoiding him. They stop themselves before hastily pulling their sleeves down to cover the lingering bruises.
This catches Beel’s attention to detail when it comes to others.
His eyebrows furrow a bit, and MC gulps. There was no getting out of this.
Before completely explaining everything, MC has to calm him. Because if not, he’d be checking every inch of their body for serious injuries. And even if there were none, he’d never let them leave bed for the next week. At least.
They take a deep breath and start with the people poking fun at his soft personality in such an intimidating body. And then finishing with the plan of steering clear of him to keep him from getting worried. (you leave out mammon’s part last second)
At first, his eyes are serious as he listens intently, silently going over things more than once in his head to ensure that he was understanding the story properly.
Once MC has finished, his eyes change completely. They’re soft, and concerned, but not overbearing.
MC felt a bit guilty seeing him like this.
Beel reaches out to hug them, but is hesitant, worried that they’d still be hurt. So MC has to let him know that their wounds have healed for the most part.
“MC.... Firstly, thank you.” He pulls them into a soft hug. “It makes me all happy on the inside when you do things like that.” His voice is quiet, but much too unstable. MC knew that this was a telltale sign that he was near tears.
MC doesn’t hesitate to reach up and stroke the back of his hair, feeling him bury his head into their shoulder.
“Beel? Are you okay?”
“I should be the one asking you that.”
‘you should know better’ is what he wants to say. But maybe they don’t, he thinks. Afterall, when was the last time a human with such limited magical capability was surrounded by demons 24/7?
“I just need you to promise me.” He carefully pulls back and sucks in a breath, keeping himself from imagining MC scared and hurt without him— because of him.
“Promise me that you’ll tell me about things like that first. Before you get yourself hurt, or... Or worse.” There’s another word that he has to stop himself from saying. He doesn’t know how he could handle that thought.
There, he thinks. If they didn’t know before how serious it was, now they did. Hopefully.
The brothers notice that Beel is a bit more normal than the days before, so they assume that things have been cleared up for the two.
Although they have to pretend as if they had never heard about the incident when he mentions it.
Belphie was definitely not there when it happened.
But unlike with every other brother, MC was unable to be saved immediately after having found themselves in a brawl with a low class demon.
MC silently curses as they find themselves limping through the halls of the House of Lamentation.
They’re lucky to have only gotten out of that with an injured ankle, they remind themself. It didn’t seem... Broken. But it definitely needed more medical attention than it received now— A knee-high sock they pulled off of their foot wrapped tightly around a ruler they used as a makeshift splint.
They were sure that the majority of the brothers were at school, so they’d have at least a few hours to figure out what to do.
How would the brothers react if they saw them like this? Would they feel that this was a mere inconvenience? Afterall, this may just be a bad sprain, and now look at them. They can barely limp. Much less walk. But maybe after a bit of rest, it would magically heal.
They decide to head to the music room (?), where they knew that none of the brothers would immediately run into after school.
After finding a stool to sit on, MC hisses when they bump their ankle on the floor. The throbbing seemed to shake their whole body.
“Holy shi—“
“MC?”
A sleepy drawl from the couch behind them causes them to freeze. They wanted to slap themself. Of course Belphie would be sleeping here, why didn’t they think of that?
“What’re you doing h—....” He stops.
MC can already tell that he had noticed the poor job they had done with their ankle. “I fell down the stairs. But it’s okay, I just—“
“MC. I’m not stupid. Why are you home so early, alone? If you skipped or left early, Mammon would have sniffed you out like a dog and be here, too. Spill it.”
If Belphie was good at anything (besides sleeping), it was reading emotions. There was no lying anymore. And so MC simply explained the fight and its causes.
When they turn to look at him, he simply blinks. He doesn’t seem very concerned, but he sleepily walks over to inspect their leg.
He’s careful to support their foot as he lifts their entire leg, checking the swelling.
“... Geez. You’re stupid.” His eyebrows knit together with an unknown emotion. Worry? Irritation? A mix of both? “I don’t care about what such irrelevant demons think, and you shouldn’t either.”
MC is a little speechless, but only laughs. “Yeah. It was a little dumb looking back at it. But you should have heard them, Belphie... There was no way I’d go without a fight, okay?”
Belphie smiles back. “If you wanted to prove yourself to me... There were other ways, you know?”
“Should we get Beel to help us set up the pillow fort?”
“Well, how else are you gonna heal? You can’t get better if you don’t rest with me.”
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I see that ask is open! I've been thinking what if MC decides to stay with the demons forever, after all she's only human, years will pass and she will keep aging, losing her beauty and becoming more fragile, while the demons will remain young and handsome. Can you write about MC sharing this concern with the demon brothers and how they'd react to it ❤️ "Would you still love me when I'm old and ugly"
Scenario: “Would you still love me when I’m old and ugly?” + Demon Brothers Reactions
//the theme of devotion and dedication ALWAYS has me emo; I ADORE this prompt, so thanks for sending this in! I’m a real sucker for the immortal/mortal relationship conflicts
let me know what you think! :)
starts singing Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey
Note: I kept it gender neutral “you” as per usual!
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Lucifer
“Yes,” Lucifer says to you, taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “And I’ll continue to love you even after. Death will not stop me from loving you, let alone how your face may change-- though I dare say I’d still think you’d be beautiful regardless.”
Calm as ever on the outside-- especially if you’re evidently concerned about this. He won’t hesitate to ensure that you know that his love goes far beyond what you look like on the outside or to how capable/strong you are. Lucifer refuses to hear anything self-deprecating, and he will NEVER let you doubt that he loves you as you are. (He’s real good at smooth-talking AND dirty-talk-- don’t test him or do.) Body worship probably becomes more of a regular thing because he really does adore every part of you because they make you you.
When he’s alone with his thoughts though, his mind tends to wander and it scares him to think that one day he will lose you, but it makes him cherish the times you do have together even more. He surprisingly is indulgent to a lot more of your whims thereafter and tries harder to not let work get in the way of being with you. If anything, this concern of yours has reminded him that time is finite for you, so he’d like to be able to spend the rest of your life with you, if you’d allow it.
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Mammon
Mammon is actually a little indignant and goes on a tangent because the thought of even not being in love with you is just… not possible to him. Who cares if you’ve got a few wrinkles? Who cares if you need a little help walking? You’re still going to be the person he fell in love with.
“First of all,” he starts, fuming, “you’re never gonna be ugly to me-- so get that squared away, alright?”
“Secondly, when you’re old, I’m gonna be there for you. No matter what!”
“Thirdly,” he says, surprisingly serious. “there’s nothin’ in all three realms that would make me fall out of love with ya. I’m crazy for you, can’t you see?”
He’s definitely a little embarrassed after that outburst (especially if that was in public), but he needs to let you know that you’re important to him. He can’t have you think for a second that his feelings will waver the moment something changes-- he’s your first man FOR LIFE. Forgive him for being a little extra the next few days; he’s going to compliment you for everything you wear and probably get into squabbles with anyone who says otherwise-- but he’s doing it for your sake so you feel a little warm. If you were ever feeling sad about that concern, the thought is gone from your mind when Mammon is there looking at you like you hung the moon and stars.
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Leviathan
I think this question may come as a surprise to him, and it does make him a little flustered. It’s never crossed his mind that things would eventually change because you’re a human because, to be quite honest, he’s focused on time he spends with you in the now. But he supposes he does see some changes. Your hair grows, your appearance changes as you age… but did you think he wouldn’t love you when you grow old or that he won’t find you loveable when you’re older because his anime characters won’t age? That’s probably the first thing in his head (and yours if that is a concern of yours), and he’s quick to drop whatever he’s holding or playing and grasping onto your hands.
“Of course! Of course I will! I told you, didn’t I? You’re going to be my Player 2-- now and forever!”
“And you’re not going to be ugly,” he tells you fervently. “Never. Not possible. Not to me.”
He’ll try his best to comfort you if you are feeling down about it though, probably using comparisons and how seasons may change a character but that doesn’t mean Levi loves them any less-- which applies to you even MORE. How could he not love you? For whatever enjoyment he gains from anime and games, there is nothing better than to know that you’re by his side, which means that he’s going to be by YOUR side too when you need him. If life was a co-op, he’d like to be your Player 2 for as long as he can.
Satan
“Of course I will. Nothing will change how I feel about you.”
Satan’s answer is straight-forward, calm, and almost immediate-- which is sweet, like there was never a question in his mind that his feelings will remain the same no matter what happens. If you’re feeling a little down about it though, his eyes will soften and he’ll pull you into his arms and kiss your forehead. “I’m in love with who you are on the inside-- not that I don’t think you’re beautiful,” he fumbles, embarrassed but pushing through to make sure his thoughts were known to you. “But I fell in love with everything about you: your laugh, the way you wake up in the morning, how your hands fit in mine… And these things just don’t change.”
“And even when your mind wanders,” he says, kissing your brow. “I’ll love you still.”
No matter how many times you bring this up, he always patiently lets you vent to him. He can’t possibly imagine how it must feel to grow old and change in such a small (to him) amount of time, but if anything he’s ready to understand how you feel so he can help you feel better-- as much as he can. Satan does probably push the thought of you growing old to the back of his head-- not because he doesn’t think he’ll love you (definitely not, he’ll stay around you as long as you love him), but because the thought of losing you to old age is not something he’s thought of much.
(That’s something he’ll have to reflect on on his own.)
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Asmodeus
Asmo probably makes jokes like him being beautiful enough for the both of you, but I think in reality, he takes your concern quite seriously. No matter how much he may take pride in his own appearance and the beauty of others, it is you who he’ll love regardless of how old you grow. He genuinely believes that you truly are beautiful, no matter the number of wrinkles on your hands or the crows feet by your eyes. In fact, he thinks they’d be lovable on you. As you change he’ll find that there is something lovely about those changes because now there are other sides of you he’ll get to love and discover.
“Don’t you know true beauty is on the inside?” He’ll tell you, holding you to his chest and stroking your hair.
From then on, he takes offense if anyone negatively points out any signs of aging on you (“Aging is not a bad thing, honey-- it makes you look more distinguished”) and discourages you from hiding your blemishes and wrinkles if you think they make yourself less appealing to him but would help you if you would like to do a little make-up. (He definitely would make love to you just to show you eagerly that you are still attractive to him.)
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Beelzebub
He doesn’t understand at first. He knows how short the human lifespan is-- certainly, in the back of his mind-- but the idea that you could become even weaker and more fragile than you already are as a human is-- to say it simply, terrifying. If you’re asking this truly out of concern, he will undoubtedly come up to you and hold both of your hands in his gently.
“I’ll love you no matter what. And I think you’re beautiful no matter how old you may look-- you’re still you.”
He’s a little scared to think how easily you could get hurt, so he makes sure to be extra careful with his strength and learn how to support you when you need it. Beel will protect you as you grow older, be patient when you are no longer spry, and help you when your body fails you. He is (physically) the strongest in the family, so he takes it as a personal mission to make sure he takes care of you when you no longer can. He probably takes extra note to compliment you every time you ask for his opinion, and will continue to tell you you look beautiful everyday-- even if you aren’t wearing anything special-- just to remind you that he thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.
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Belphegor
“If all you want to do in the future is sleep, I’ll do that. If all you can do is be with me, then that’s fine too. I’ll love you anyways.”
A little alarmed when you address this concern to you, but you wouldn’t have known. He keeps a pretty calm veneer but much like his brother, the thought of losing you so soon is terrifying. Regardless of how scared he may feel thinking about the day that you’ll one day grow old and pass away in this short human life span of yours, whatever he said was the truth: it doesn’t matter to him if you’re old or if you’re ‘ugly’ (as if that would ever happen in his eyes), because he promised to protect you and to be there when you needed him-- and he takes that promise very seriously. (Till death do us part.)
Belphie clings to you a little tighter when you sleep together and follows you around a little more for the next few days, and makes it a point of making sure he wouldn’t care how much you change your appearance. If anything, this makes him fall even more in love with you. He’s always loved humans and the fact they make the most of their lives despite how short they are-- and he want to make sure that every second of your life is the best he can give you.
#obey me scenarios#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me#obey me headcanons#i really like how this turned out :)
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Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 61
So this is officially the first chapter of my season 4. There will be a number of made up akumas in this season including some of the designs I've already released and there will also be the rest of the season 3 akumas I haven't used. I also hope you guys are ready for some lore because I will be diving more into that side of the story throughout this season. I'm very excited for what I have planned for this "season". Anyway, here's Neon Queen who is based on one of my real life friends :D The next chapter will be Kwami Buster! So yay for Mouse!Luka XD Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :D
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Chapter Sixty-One: Neon Queen
~Roth Studios~
"Like why do I have to do a competition again?" XY asked as he sat looking at his agent with a blank expression before he picked up his soda and drank some. He put it back down and yanked his hand from the nail technician who was working on them. He frowned as he glanced at them. His agent sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"It's for good publicity," He explained as XY berated the nail technician. "Record sales has gone down since your father's arrest,"
"And that's my problem how?"
"We need the world to see you as a good person, far from your father's actions," He stated, making XY give him a look. "Doing a contest for someone to win a VIP experience and a chance to meet you will help with that,"
"Fine," He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just make sure whoever wins it isn't boring,"
"Well, the winner will be random," His agent stated, making him roll his eyes.
"Whatever," He stated, waving his free hand in a dismissive manner. His agent shook his head before walking out of the room. He took out his mobile and dialled a number.
"Alec, it's Steve," He stated when the other person answered it. "I need your help in creating a contest to win a VIP experience with XY,"
~A few days later at the Arc De Triomphe~
Anatis sighed as he flicked through his notes about Miracle Queen and the events of the New York attack. It had been about three weeks since Miracle Queen had stuck and going to New York had been a welcome distraction. However, Hawkmoth tried to start WW3 and had overtaken the heroes again. He had managed to keep his cool throughout the whole thing since he had managed to get away before he could be affected but he needed to come up with back up plans in case he ever got compromised again or if any other hero did. Since Miracle Queen, he had started to look into ways to protect himself and Lady Noir from mind controlled again but the events of New York had driven him farther. Prevention was the best way to help the world but he would have to have a back up plan in case he wasn't able to do that, which is why he had added a new code to their original one. Code Red. It was a code he never wanted to add but since he had been mind controlled happened more then once, he had to take precautions for the future. Unlike the other codes that simply told them the situation, Code Red also came with something else. A password to a file on Master Fu's computer. Since heroes day, he had been making videos on how to take down himself and his team should they ever be compromised or turn rogue. He didn't think he would need them but since miracle queen and the new york incident, he had changed his mind. He still hope no one would need to use them but just in case, he or his team got compromised, someone would need access to them. The most obvious person would be Master Fu or Lady Noir but should they be compromised too, someone else would have to take over which is why he intended to have the message sent to Koro. While he didn't trust her, she was the obvious choice if everyone was compromised. Especially since she might be able to break them out of been mind controlled again. Well... Bunnyx might be a good person to send this too as well. If he can work out how to send her messages. He sighed to himself before taking out his yoyo and set it up to film himself, pressing record before he looked into the camera.
"I'm not sure how to start this video so I'll just get into it," He stated, running his fingers through his hair before he glanced at the video. "If you are watching then a Code Red has occurred and I have been compromise by an akuma.... well, then I need you to fight in my place instead. If you happen to hold a miraculous that can break mind control on a person then I urge you to use that first as what I will say in this video is intended as a last resort... if you can break me out of control then click on the second attachment of this message and put in the passcode Anatis must fall. Capital A, no spaces. This will allow you access to a video I made after heroes day. It details how to neutralize me but even though I came up with it, I can't promise it will work. Your best chance is to break the akuma's control on me, steal my charm when I summon it or even use a recording of my voice to activate it. Once that happens, you can use it to defeat the akuma and cause the cure. The cure can be activated by anyone as long as the words Miraculous Ladybugs is called out. I hope it never comes to anyone seeing this message but I guess it's best to be prepared..."
He sighed before leaning over to switch off the video.
"Bug out for now..." He stated, switching it off before grabbing his yoyo and saving it. He typed away on it, using a command to send it to Lady Noir, Master Fu's computer or Koro if he was compromised but hopefully it would never come to that. With that done, he closed his yoyo and stood up before diving off the building and swinging into the city. A few people cheered as he swung by, making him feel better but he still had a lot of things on his mind. Master Fu hadn't told him anything else about the history of the guardians and since Koro turned up, he seemed more closed off then normal. He had asked him about it but he would just shut him down as if it didn't matter. He still had no idea who Su Han was or why Koro left the guardians. Master Fu didn't have the answers but it's not like he could ask Koro. For one, he didn't know her civilian identity, two he hadn't actually seen her since Miracle Queen and finally, he didn't trust her. Part of him felt like he could but he questioned it as she had been in Paris since Hawkmoth had turned up and had done nothing to stop him or to try and help him. There was the whole thing with her and Toutai. He still didn't have answers on that yet either. He hadn't sensed or met with Toutai since that time and Feng wasn't telling him much about it either. Just kept saying it wasn't the right time or some other riddle that was frustrating him. He frowned as he landed on the Liberty's roof before slipping into his room and detransforming. He caught Tikki and put her into her bed before grabbing her a cookie. She smiled tiredly and took it as Luka sat at his computer and opened chrome. He waited for it to load before he began to type.
How to protect myself from mind control
Results:
how to recognize gaslighting
how to stop someone from manipulating you
He sighed before deleting and typing again.
How to protect myself from been hypnotized
Results:
Learn how to be a magician- video
Ten steps to regain yourself
He sighed again before typing in a final search.
How do I protect myself from psychic attacks
Results:
Stones and Talismans of Witchcraft
Spells to block Psychics
Luka hovered the mouse over the first result before clicking on it. He began to read through it as he took in the information. Apparently, different crystals and stones had different properties that can used to help a wearer in certain ways. Like Amber is excellent for protecting one against psychic attacks but also it helps the user connect with it's aura. Given that he seems to have some sort of connection to an ancient mage, he felt like Amber could help him reconnect with the spiritual side and Feng more than he already has. He sighed and looked over at Tikki.
"Tikki?"
"Hmm?" She asked, looking up from her cookie.
"What's your thoughts on crystals and stones?" He asked, making her blink. "Can crystals have a magical abilities?"
"Of course they can," She smiled, making him blink. "Especially if they've been blessed by a kwami or a spirit. Why?"
"I'm thinking getting an amber tailment to help protect me from mind control..." He admitted, feeling a little silly now that he said it out loud. "That's stupid right?"
"No, I don't think it is," She stated, making him look at him. "Magic is real, Luka. It's just not everyone practices it anymore. Besides, I can bless the taisment for you,"
"You'd do that?" He asked as she flew over and gently hugged his cheek.
"Of course," She smiled, making him smile back. "You're my friend, Luka and I don't want to see you hurt,"
"Thank you, Tikki," He smiled, gently holding her in his hands before he yawned. "I think I should go to bed for now... maybe I won't have a nightmare tonight,"
Tikki frowned a little at his comment. Luka had been having nightmares a lot recently but she couldn't blame him. He had suffered a lot but that's what didn't concern her. At first, they had been nightmares about his stepfather coming back and then Miracle Queen taking over him again or him failing to stop Hawkmoth from destroying the world but in the last week, they had changed. He had started to dream of a sea monster and Paris been flooded. At first, she thought he was having flashbacks of syren but it really didn't make much sense that he would. If that had been the case, why now? Not just that but the sea monster he described sounded nothing like syren but more like the leviathan or Cthulhu. She wasn't sure what he was dreaming off or why but she had to admit, it was scaring her as much as it was scaring Luka. She had hoped it was just a bad dream but seeing Luka jolt awake and scream from his dreams reminded her of when Feng use to do the same. It made her wonder more about his connection to the mage and if something she thought was impossible had actually occurred. She wanted to investigate it further but at the same time, she was afraid of what it might mean if it turned out that way.
"Tikki?" Luka asked, making her look at him. He had a look of concern on his face. "Are you ok?"
"Don't worry about me," She smiled, floating up and gently kissing his nose. "Go to bed,"
"Alright," He nodded before shutting down his computer and changing into his PJs. Once that was done, he climbed into bed and turned off his light, curling up as Tikki floated over and curled up next to him.
~A Couple of Days Later~
Luka took a deep breath as he walked over to the door of a crystal store called Brésilophile. He pushed it open and walked inside, looking around. The woman at the counter looked up and with a tired sigh, addressed him.
"If you're looking for an akuma charms, I don't have any," She stated, making him frown a little.
"Actually... I'm kind of new to... this and I'm looking for something to protect against mind... mental attacks..." He stated nervously as he walked over. She rose an eyebrow. "Um... this might sound crazy but I'm an empath and-"
"Oh, so you need something to cleanse and protect from negative influences and psychic attacks," She stated, smiling. He bit his lip and nodded. "Well, I highly recommend Amber. It helps balancing emotions, attracting good luck, eliminating fears and clearing the mind. It also dissolves any negative energy and helps to develop patience and wisdom. It is an excellent choice for an empath,"
"Do you have any bracelets or necklaces made from it?" He asked, making her nod before she grabbed a couple of them. There were different types of bracelets and necklaces but he found himself drawn to a simple pendant that was rough and jagged looking. "Can I buy that one?"
"Sure," She smiled, putting it through. "You know if you're interested in learning more about the craft, you should go to the Arc en Ciel,"
"The Arc en Ciel?" He asked, taking out cash to pay for his necklace. "What is that and where is it?"
"It's an Esoteric Bookstore that has a lot of different books on spiritualism, modern day wicca and the occult," She explained before telling him where he could find it before giving him the small paper bag she had put the necklace in. He took and thanked her before leaving the store. Once outside, he took it out and looked at it. The gem shined a little and he could always feel an energy coming from it. He put it on before walking back to the boat. Tikki poked her head out.
"Are you gonna go to that bookstore?"
"I don't know," He admitted, looking down. "This is kind of new and I'm not really into witchcraft..."
"It might help you understand your gift," She stated, making him think but part of him felt afraid. Maybe it was because of how Issac reacted and called him a witch but the idea of learning about the occult scared him.. "Maybe it might even help you work out your connection to Master Feng,"
"I'll give it a think," He stated as he walked down the stairs to the Seine. However, his phone buzzed. He took it out and frowned as he saw it was an akuma alert over at the TVi studios. He ran over to the nearly bridge and hid under it. "Well, it looks work calls. Tikki! Spots on!"
He transformed into Anatis and threw his yoyo, collecting it to a flagpole. He yanked it, pulling himself up onto the building before running across the rooftops and landing on the building opposite the TVi studios. He narrowed his eyes as he saw XY run out of the building, shoving people out of the way. A bright green blast caused the doors to blow off, allowing the akuma to step out. She was one of Hawkmoth's more creative ones by the looks of her. She wore a black one piece that had a bright yellow collar on. Her belt was half neon green and half neon yellow with a neon pink belt buckle. It also had neon colored material straps on it. She wore neon yellow stocks with neon pink fishnet pattern on them. On her right leg, she had a garter that was neon green, pink and yellow. Her boots were black with yellow heels and she had one strippy glove while her other one was ripped in places. She wore a black crown on her head that stood out against her hair, which was neon pink that faded into neon green. Her mask was white with paint splatter on it and it only covered one of her eyes, which had bright green iries and black scleas. She also wore neon green lipstick and her skin was a light gray. In her right hand was a neon colored staff that had a sort of eye on top of it. Her eyes were fixed on XY as he struggled to get away from her. Anatis narrowed his eyes before throwing his yoyo and swinging down, grabbing XY and pulling him out of harm's way. He landed on a different building as a butterfly mask appeared around the akuma's eyes. XY took a breathe as she looked up at Anatis.
"Anatis! Give me XY!" She declared, making him frown. "You're supposed to be a hero and I only want to make him understand that his attitude towards his fans isn't cool!"
Anatis ignored her and turned to him.
"What did you do?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Me?! That crazed fan is after me and you're blaming me for it!" He gasped but Anatis didn't say a thing and kept glaring. "Ugh! Fine! We had a contest for one of my fans to win a VIP experience with me but this kind of dull girl won it and then tried to give me some weird bracelet to 'thank' me for my music, which was kind of lame. I mean why would I want something cheap like that! Anyway, I told her thanks but no thanks,"
"Was it recording?" Anatis asked, making XY nod. He took out his yoyo and watched the video, showing that XY said a lot more then thanks but no thanks. He actually insulted the winner and called her boring and lame live on air. He continued to rip into her, causing her to run off crying. Anatis frowned and closed the yoyo a bit too calmly before he turned to XY. "So you failed to mention you insulted her and made her cry live on TV!"
"Not my fault she'- Ah! What are you doing?!" He gasped as Anatis literally dragged him to the edge and held him over it with his jacket. "You can't!"
"You treat people like crap!" He growled, making XY gulp. "You're a thief and you blame everyone but yourself for your problems! I should hand you over to the akuma because kwami knows you deserve it after the way you treated her but fortunately for you, I'm a hero! However, I suggest you change your ways, Xavier or I'll treat you the same way I treat the villains and Hawkmoth. Got it?!"
"What?! Why?" He gasped, surprised. "I'm not a villain!"
"If you're not part of the solution then you're part of the problem!" Anatis declared, making XY gasp. "You go around treating people badly in a city where a supervillain feeds of negativity and you don't see a problem with that! You still treat people awfully despite knowing that it makes them vulnerable to akumas so as far as I'm concerned, that makes you just as bad as Hawkmoth!"
He pulled him back and pushed him onto the floor, leaving XY shaking a bit.
"Stay out of sight," He ordered in a harsh manner before swinging away. He landed on another building and let out a sigh before dialling Lady Noir's number, causing her to pick up straight away. "Hey, Kitten we have an akuma at the TVi studios,"
"I'm on my way, Annie," She declared before he hung up. He made his way back to the studios and saw the akuma firing at people with her staff, turning them into her minions before she ordered them to find the heroes and XY. Lady Noir landed next to him as he watched. "What do you think?"
"She's a recruiter type and I think her akuma is in her staff," He stated, making her nod. "We need to make sure-"
"Watch out!" Lady Noir gasped, pulling Anatis back and using her baton to block the akuma's attack. However, her minions were beginning to climb up the walls and trying to burst through the doors, surrounding them. Neon Queen jumped up onto the building and tried to fire at them. Anatis threw his yoyo before grabbing Lady Noir around the waist and swinging off with her. She held onto him as they jumped onto a different building before Anatis threw his yoyo in the air.
"Lucky charm!" He declared, catching the small candle. He rose an eyebrow before it clicked. "I need to go get help,"
"Alright," Lady Noir nodded. "Want me to come with or should I keep an eye on the akuma?"
"Keep an eye on the akuma and engage if she begins to attack civilians again," He ordered, making her nod. "I shouldn't be long,"
He gave her sault before diving off and making his way through the city towards Fu's. He frowned and stopped behind a chimney as he had a sudden strange feeling before he looked behind him. Koro jumped down from a building and looked around, making him sigh. Of course, she's been following him. He stepped out, making her frown as she looked at him.
"Why are you following me?" He asked, making her frown a little.
"To ensure you're not compromised again," She stated, making him frown.
"Well, as you can see, I'm not," He stated, gesturing to himself. "Now go home or do whatever it is you do. I don't need a babysitter,"
"You don't trust me," She stated, making him roll his eyes.
"Clearly," He stated, crossing his arms. She gave him an annoyed look. "You just turn up out of nowhere, act like you own the place and stalk me then you expect me to trust you! Well, I don't! Trust and Respect need to be earnt and other then helping us one time because you had no other choice doesn't earn you my respect or trust! Especially since you've been here since the beginning!"
"None of the western box can purify akumas and it wasn't my place to interfere,"
"You could have reached out to Master Fu and let him know that he isn't alone!" He shouted before pinching his nose as his earrings beeped. "I haven't got time for this right now. I have an akuma defeat so just go back to the shadows and leave me alone!"
"Anatis!" She gasped as he threw his yoyo and swung away, making her sigh before she turned back around and jumped away.
~At Master Fu's~
Luka sighed as Master Fu took out the miracle box and placed it in front of him, opening it up. The draws popped out, causing him to focus on it.
"Luka Couffaine, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission," Master Fu stated, causing Luka to take a breathe. "Choose wisely. Such powers are meant to serve the greater good,"
Luka nodded as he looked at them.
"Once the mission is over, you will retrieve the miraculous from them," He stated as Luka reached for the fox and picked it up. "Calling on Culpeo again?"
"She's perfect for this mission," He stated, making Master Fu nod before he got up and pocketed it. He walked over to the window but Master Fu cleared his voice. "Yeah?"
"Are you ok?" Master Fu asked, making Luka frown before he sighed.
"I ran into Koro before I came here," He stated, frowning. "Can we talk about it after the akuma's been dealt with?"
"Of course," Master Fu nodded, causing Luka to nod back before leaving the apartment. He transformed into Anatis and made his way to the Liberty, finding Juleka on the deck alone. He landed in front of her, making her look up at him.
"I need your help with the akuma," He stated, holding out the miraculous. She nodded and took it, putting it on. Trixx manifested and zoomed around her, making her smile.
"Trixx, let's pounce," She declared, transforming into Culpeo before jumping towards where Lady Noir and Neon Queen were fighting. They landed on the rooftop above them before Anatis threw his yoyo in the air and called for his lucky charm, catching it from the air. He rose an eyebrow as it was a length of rope before he glanced around in his luck vision. Culpeo lit up, followed by the rope, a lampost nearby, followed by a tree next to the lamp post and Neon Queen's staff before it finally highlighted Lady Noir. He turned to Culpeo as Lady Noir dodged Neon Queen's attack. "I need you to create an illusion of XY to lure her close to my trap,"
"Alright," Culpeo replied, following him as he jumped down to the lamp post and the tree. He tied the rope into a lasso before wrapping it around the lamp post before using the tree to pull it back, making it into a spring trap that would be triggered the moment Neon Queen stepped on it. He threw his yoyo up to a building and pulled himself onto it. Culpeo followed him before taking her flute out and bringing it to her mouth. She played a few notes on it, creating the ball of light on the end before throwing it towards the street. "Mirage!"
An illusion of XY rushed out and gasped in fear as Neon Queen saw him, taking her attention of Lady Noir.
"Finally!" She gasped, pointing her wand at him and fired at him but he dodged and ran off, causing her to follow. She ran past the building they were on and straight into Anatis' trap. The rope wrapped around her ankle and pulled her up, causing her to drop her wand. Anatis jumped down and grabbed it, throwing it towards Lady Noir.
"Cataclysm!" She declared as she caught it, causing it to turn to rust. She dropped it and crushed it with her foot, causing the akuma to escape as Anatis and Culpeo lowered Neon Queen to the floor. Seeing the akuma, Anatis took out his yoyo and caught it before releasing the purified verison back into the world as Culpeo continued to untie Neon Queen. With her untied, she handed Anatis the rope, allowing him to throw it up in the air and release the cure. It flowed through Paris, fixing all the damage before disappearing. Neon Queen turned back into her normal form, making her blink and look around as Lady Noir came over. Anatis knelt down in front of her and helped her to her feet.
"Anatis? Lady Noir? Culpeo?" She asked, looking confused. "What happened?"
"You were akumatized," He stated, making her blink and look down. "But everything is ok now..."
"I'm sorry," She gasped, looking at him. "I didn't meant to. It's just I was meant to meet XY but he was so mean to me. He said I looked dumb and thumpy and didn't even seem interested in meeting anyone. I wanted to give him this but..."
She looked at the bracelet on her wrist.
"He said it looked cheap..." She mumbled, looking down. "I made it myself but it wasn't good enough..."
"You shouldn't listen to him," Anatis stated, making her look at him. "It is good enough. I think it's awesome that you made it,"
"Thank you," She smiled shyly before taking off the bracelet and handing it to Anatis, making him look at her in surprise. "I think you should have it,"
"Thank you," He replied back, taking it and putting it on his wrist before his ears beeped. "I have to go now,"
She nodded as he stood up and turned to the girls as their miraculous beeped. Lady Noir spun her baton and leaned on it.
"See you for Patrol?" She asked, making him smile and nod. She grinned back before turning to Culpeo. "Good job today, Kit. It was nice to see you again,"
"It was nothing really..." Culpeo mumbled but she had a smile on her face. Lady Noir gave her a kind smile before saulting them both and jumping away. Anatis smiled and turned to Culpeo.
"Time to go," He stated before the two of them jumped off and headed to an alleyway near the Seine. They landed in it, allowing Culpeo to transform back into Juleka. She gave a highfive to Trixx and said goodbye before taking off the necklace and handing it back to Anatis. "Thank you for your help today, Juleka,"
"It was no problem," She smiled shyly before running out of the alleyway. She stopped and waved to him before walking off. He threw his yoyo up and swung over to Master Fu's. He jumped down into the alleyway next to it and detransformed, catching Tikki as he did. He took out a cookie for her and placed her in his pocket as she began to eat it. He walked over to the door and put in the code before heading up to Master Fu's shop. He knocked on the door and entered, causing Master Fu to look up at him before he got up and took out the miracle box. Luka handed him back the fox miraculous before he sat down and let out a sigh.
"Want to tell me what's on your mind?" Master Fu asked as he put back the box. Luka let out a sigh again.
"Koro was following me in case I got controlled again," He stated, making Master Fu frown. "I get that she helped us but she literally just turned up when it suited her and now expects me to work with her?! I get that she might have been under Princess Justice's control but if she wasn't, where was her help then? Or before that? How can she expect me to trust her when she didn't try to help before miracle queen?! She could have tracked you down and let you know that you're not alone! Or she could have build a team to help take down Hawkmoth?! She could have done anything but she did nothing! And now she expects me to trust her!? How do I even know I can?! Does she realize that trust is earned not given?!"
Master Fu remained silent as Luka let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I'm sorry... it's just..." He sighed, glancing down. "Part of me wants to trust her and I feel bad that I don't but how can I when she didn't even try to help us before Miracle Queen?... Am I been selfish?"
"I don't think so, Luka," Master Fu stated as Luka sat down. "But maybe part of the reason why you feel like you can't trust her is due to recent events? After all, you've been through some very traumatic things recently,"
"Mob Boss has nothing to do with this..." He stated, making Master Fu frown. "I'm annoyed that she just turned up and expects me to trust her instantly... It doesn't help that I can't sleep either!"
"The nightmares again?" Master Fu asked, making Luka sigh.
"They're different," He admitted, making Fu frown. "I keep dreaming of a flooded paris,"
"Syren flashbacks?" Fu asked but the haunted look on Luka's face concerned him.
"No... I don't think it's of the past," He replied, making his mentor frown even more. "I think it's of the future..."
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Trans Leviathan (Obey Me) fic/vent
Leviathan had always been a female in the celestial, before the fall. She had a suspicion there was something missing but was constantly reassured that god had made her in a perfect way, and that nothing could ever be wrong. And she had tried to brush it off, tried to forget about it, she truly did.
Her brothers we're very protective of her and Lilith even in the celestial. But after the fall they became more possessive, they were worried about her constantly as she was their only sister left. Lilith's death had caused them to show her more affection and it only served to make her feel worse. She couldn't let them down once again, could she? They needed a sister, and she was the only one left.
She attempted only once to tell her brothers about what she had been feeling and yet they only waved it off. One of them, she couldn't remember now, had even started to say ”he made you perfect” but then had a realization as to where they were and shut up fairly quick, instead moving onto a different subject. She even tried going to Asmodeus but he was really no help, just spent the entire time not really listening to her while doing other tasks.
She couldn't take it. She had locked herself in her room for nearly an entire month never leaving. We knew her brothers had become sick with worry and they would leave food out for her, but they all knew she wouldn't eat it.
Leviathan got envious of everyone around her being happy with their body image and themselves and could take it anymore. Why were they happy while she had to suffer through life not knowing who she was? She had a sudden urge and grabbed a pair of scissors she found laying around and before she could feel any regret snipped off a long strand of hair. She barely had time to think before she was doing it again, the adrenaline pushing her forward and her...his?? Hair rapidly falling to the floor. He finally looked up at the mirror and realized he was crying, small tears fell down the bridge of his nose from looking down, hair sticking to his hands annoyingly. But he smiled and continued his work.
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Mammon had looked up during dinner to see a blur of blue hair and felt relief that she had finally come back out. He thought it must have been a new game or anime, or something stupid that had distracted her from seeing them. He looked back down again remembering that he was supposed to be grabbing the food for everyone as it was his night to cook. He attempted to get Levi to help him.
”Hey, Levi could you.....uhhhh”
Mammon was shocked just continuing to stare at her as if he was seeing cerberus coming charging at him. Lucifer told him to shut up, and to everyone's disbelief he didn't follow the order. This had caught the other brothers attention who had walked into the dining room on routine and barely noticed those around them. They all looked first toward Mammon who still stood mumbling incoherently and then secondly to Levi whom he was staring at.
Mammon started sputtering attempting to say something but it was more of even worse panicked mumbling then before, Lucifer just stared with a neutral look on his face and his hands resting on the table not moving an inch, Asmo and Satan stopped what they were doing and both slightly smiled at Levi although shock was still evident, unsurprisingly Belphie had yet to enter and was still sleeping and Beel had already started eating although looking at Levi out of the corner of his eye.
Levi slowly turned around with a blush lighting up his face as he finally looked up at everyone.
”hey” he settled on
Asmodues immediately ran over and started petting his hair, the strands still in his eyes and the cut was a bit uneven but Asmo was still impressed with him.
”you look gorgeous dear!” he yelled ”but if you don't mind me asking what brought this on sister?”
Levi flinched at the word...sister coming from Asmodeus’ mouth. Every brother took notice and frowned a bit, now more concerned with the fear in her eyes then her hair. Lucifer finally stood up in the silence walking over to Levi. He stopped in front of her and Asmo and was silent for a moment studying her features and the look of doubt written all through her face and body language.
He attempted to reach for her but she yet again flinched, making the brother even more concerned. Lucifer took his hand back quickly as if being burned and, while he usually hides his emotions well, hurt and worry managed to seep out.
Asmo took her hand, this time Levi let him, and looked into her eyes. Levi wanted to deny what had happened and move on but knew that wouldn't be the case.
”we need to talk” Levi said.
The boys all stood silence surrounding their sister but Lucifer nodded in agreement and led them away from the dining room. They hadn't eaten yet and it was a school day, but he knew this was important and maybe the only time they would get Levi to open up so he allowed it.
They all settled on the couches in the living room, trying not to be too obvious with their concern and failing miserably. Levi decided to speak up first knowing he should take a grip on the situation.
”I don't feel right”
Fuck.
that was the wrong thing to say. The brothers look even worse now all leaning in, Asmo now lightly touching his arm in reassurance.
”I mean, I feel wrong, in this body. It isn't truly me, it's just wrong.”
Lucifer finally spoke up at that.
”what do you mean wrong?”
Attempting to keep his voice neutral but they all could hear the waver. He couldn't lose another sister, not again, no matter what he would not let that happen.
Levi sighed ”Being female feels wrong, I don't k-know why” the hitch in his voice caused by the oncoming tears of frustration. ”It just feels...wrong..”
The next things that happened were a blur. Asmo had grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, letting her cry softly into his chest while looking at his brothers in worry. Lucifer stood up and sat next to Levi gently prying her fingers from Asmos shoulders and lifting her chin to talk. Before he could Asmo spoke up.
“Is, is that why you cut your hair?” He spoke softly
Levi nodded only feeling tension and regret for what he had said. Maybe he was just making a mistake, maybe he was a girl and just faking for attention, maybe he’s just delusional and this is how he’s supposed to feel, maybe he’s-
His thought got caught off by Lucifer pulling him into a hug.
“Just talk to us, please.”
Lucifer never said please. He was the avatar of pride after all, and yet he was letting his guard down for his little sister...brother? Levi attempted to explain again, saying nearly the same words as last time until he felt Asmo leave the couch behind him. He immediately felt shame, he had made his brother leave and soon they all would leave him. He couldn’t help but cry again, until he felt the weight dip back into the couch.
Asmo had brought back with him a binder, he had forgotten at this point which of his lovers had forgotten it in his room and he simply had washed it and added it to his ever-growing closet, hoping it would come in use. Lucifer spotted it and was a bit confused but sat Levi up so he could be handed the piece of clothing. Levi had been doing research the entire month constantly and knew what it was the second he saw it. He had to look a few time back and forth between the binder and Asmos growing smile of encouragement but grabbed it from Asmos grip quickly, and proceeded to tackle him into the sofa. Asmo let out a small giggle and turned to the side seeing his other siblings giving him confused looks.
”how about you go try that on while I explain everything dear?”
Levi quickly shot up, taking action again based on adrenaline and happiness alone before he could back out. And ran out of the room leaving Asmo to explain.
As soon as he had walked into the bathroom though, he couldn't move. He couldn't look at himself at all, tugging off his baggy shirt and bra and putting the binder on quickly. It took a second to get used to, his breath stolen for a minute before he put on a regular t-shirt and turned. For the third time that night he cried. Cried because he had found himself, cried because his family excepted him, cried because he could start becoming who he truly was. And there were only happy tears for the rest of the night.
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MC comes home to the devildom from the war
Gender Neutral Character
Trigger warnings: Mentions of war, death, injuries swearing.
This is in no way trying to romanticize war and/or war injuries. There might be a part 3 where MC is getting used to being around the demons again and the same applies to that part.
(Imagine below the cut)
An honorable discharge.
That’s what Barbatos was told when Simeon revealed that he would be bringing you home. But seeing as he made him promise to not tell the brothers, Barbatos knew something was wrong. He relayed the message to Diavolo, who beamed at the fact that one of his favorite humans was returning.
When Solomon and Simeon came in later that week with you supported by your remaining wrath big D, Diavolo almost cried at the state you were in. You now sported a prosthetic right arm and leg and had noticeably shorter hair. Your clothes hung off your frame, and your eyes seemed empty of life.
The big D of wrath looked a little better, with only a few circular scars, and Diavolo feared to know what had happened to the other wrath and pride demons. Never less, he bowed low to the two of you in respect for what you had done, before approaching you to hug you. His heart broke when you flinched, and he quickly turned it into a handshake to save your pride.
The wrath demon excused himself to find the families of the two demons that had died and gave you a quick side hug before passing you to Solomon and letting the sorcerer support your shaky legs.
They took you back to purgatory hall that night after catching up for a while, and you slept beside Solomon, who stayed away for the most part to help you through a nightmare.
When Luke saw you the next morning, he cried. He had been so worried, as Simeon hadn’t wanted him to see you while you were out, so you held him close to you on the couch while he asked a few questions. You tried not to flinch away when Simeon showed up with tea and cookies, and no one questioned you when your hands shook.
Luke was especially scared of hurting the area where your prosthetics were attached, but you assured him it was only bad when you got too cold or it they were attached improperly. You didn’t tell him how you lost your limbs, but later on that day allowed Simeon to explain to him what had happened.
A grenade had been thrown, and you had jumped in front of one of a medic who was tending to one of your fellow soldiers. The big D of pride was the one who carried you away, and bought you back to the base to get your wounds treated while the remaining wrath demon finished off all the enemy soldiers in a mile radius due to his rage. The medic and soldier you had saved swore secrecy to what they had witnessed. Promising to tell no one of the two creatures that crawled out of the shadows in your defense.
When a week later you were finally able to walk with little help from the angels or Solomon, you decided to get your stuff from your room in the House of Lamentation to bring to Purgatory hall. Solomon and Simeon helped you walk over, as they knew when the boys saw you there’d be chaos.
Somehow, you didn’t pass anyone until you got to the stairs, so Solomon went ahead with Luke to start gathering your stuff to make it easier for you. Simeon stayed by your side as you struggled up the first few steps, the prosthetic leg slightly uncomfortable against your skin as you lifted it to step up.
“Y/n?” The voice was quiet, but both you and Simeon heard it without a problem.
It was Mammon.
The avatar of Greed stared at the two of you, eyes wide and breathing shaky as he took a step forwards, and you offered a small smile.
“Hey you.”
Simeon had to grab a hold of your shoulders to prevent you from falling backwards at the force Mammon hit you, and you felt damp droplets hit your short hair as tears fell from the demons face.
Other then Solomon, this was the first hug you had received from anyone since getting home, and somehow, although you were happy to finally see one of the brothers after so long, you were uncomfortable at the act. Upon realizing how tense you were, Simeon had to forcefully extract you from the demon’s grasp, which made Mammon growl lowly.
But when the white-haired male saw the discomfort on your face, he froze. And then he looked at the rest of you. His eyes lingered on your arm and leg, and he finally seemed to realize how short your hair was as he took a step back.
“What happened to ya over there Y/n?”
By the time you had relaxed and managed to mumble out a coherent sentence, pounding footsteps echoed from the direction of the kitchen, and a rush of ginger barreled towards you.
Simeon actually had to whip out his wings and shield you from Beelzebub’s hug, which was not taken well by the avatar of gluttony. Belphegor was close behind his twin, and the commotion must have reached the other brothers because you could hear faint footsteps from other areas in the house.
Satan seemed the least surprised by your arrival, and he helped to hold back his brothers until you could reach the top of the stairs with Simeon’s help. Later he would tell you that the big D of wrath that had survived came to tell him that you were back, and that he decided to wait until you were ready to see them. He understood war, and how it could change people.
Asmodeus was crying as he babbled out welcome home and thanked you for coming back to them, and Leviathan was trying to hide his own tears of joy that you were alright.
When Lucifer finally arrived last, his gaze landed first on your face, then he scanned for injuries. He was annoyed that Simeon’s wings were still covering most of you but accepted your silence and the nervousness in your eyes as a warning to hold back for now.
When Simeon pulled back his wings to help you up the rest of the stairs, the brothers -other than Mammon- fell silent. Their eyes lingered on your new limbs, and they seemed almost afraid to say anything about them.
By the time you had returned with the two angels and Solomon in tow, they had composed themselves. Satan or Lucifer must have warned them to hold their tongues about anything that had happened while you were gone.
“How long have you been back?” Beelzebub was the first to speak, asking the question that everyone wanted to know, and you avoided their eyes as you reached the flat floor.
“A week and a half.” Your voice would not have been heard by them if they didn’t have such good hearing. You could clearly see the anger, the hurt as they realized you had been back this long and didn’t contact them at all. “I needed time.”
“They don’t have to explain themselves. We’re heading back to Purgatory hall until they’re comfortable with being around so many people again.” Solomon wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he stepped closer to you and took their eyes off of you. With his statement, you could see the crestfallen eyes of the demon brothers you had grown to love, and you shuffled on your feet in discomfort.
The angels and human walked you past the brothers, who parted silently to let you pass.
“May I bring you a few books that I had saved for your return?” Satan’s words almost made a tear slip out.
He had still been collecting books he thought you might like while you were gone.
“That would be appreciated.”
And then you were out the door.
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a slow dance?
PROMPT :: Dance Me Into A Stupor
Rating: SFW || Barbatos’ Warning: Out-of-context spoiler for Belphie’s prompt
Words: 250-400 words per character
Characters: Demon brothers + MC / Gender-neutral Reader
Notes: This isn’t… my usual quality of writing but please be patient with me! I’m running late on a few school deadlines so I’ve crammed this a bit to keep up with the schedule. I hope everyone still liked this! And I’ll do my best on the next prompts (ಥ﹏ಥ)
LUCIFER
“So…”
“So…?” You asked, eyes staring at Lucifer’s for inquiry.
The two of you were on a firm waltz hold, the closed position led by the Avatar of Pride stood strong and proud in the middle of the ballroom. Diavolo’s lavish parties never get old in this part of Devildom.
You absolutely love attending such events, considering that a certain someone is always wearing those stylish high-class suits. So form-fitting and deliciously snug on the–
“Well,” Breaking character from his usual calm facade, the ravenet broke off eye contact with you, his voice laced with… guilt? “I suppose an apology is past overdue…?”
You blinked once.
Twice.
“Apology for what?”
He started at you for a few moments, bewildered at the nonchalant answer.
“My behaviour from our first dance, during the third day of the retreat in Lord Diavolo’s castle.” He explained briefly, the following words were chosen carefully, “I was quite concerned for my brothers’ well-being that I threatened you.”
Oh, that…
“You weren’t threatened at all, were you?” Lucifer grinned at you with a seemingly concerned face.
“I probably was,” You replied, but then sheepishly lowered your gaze in embarrassment, “But then I forgot about it.”
The dark-haired demon shook his head in affection, “What am I going to do with you..?”
MAMMON
Dances… aren’t really your thing. The first time you’ve danced with a demon here in Devildom, Lucifer was whisking you away with an unnaturally strong hold and whispering death threats above your head.
It’s the kind of thing that makes you not want to participate in the waltz. Ever.
That is, until Mammon, all in his glorious demon-form, walked up to you with that adorable blushing face. For a moment, he stood still. Hesitation is visible in his face and it seemed that he was struggling in forming cohesive sentences.
Does he want to…?
“W-Well, if ya a-ain’t got a partner like the loser Levi is, the Great Mammon is still w-willing to spare his first dance with ya.” He said to you, forcing out the words from his mouth.
Still…?
As if you can say no to Mammon’s roundabout way of inquiry. “I’d love to dance with you, Mammon.”
“Y-Yeah, of course ya do.” The Avatar of Greed huffed, offering his hand, “U-Unlike last time when… when Lucifer’s got all buddy-buddy with ya as if his stinky ass’ got a pact with ya.”
“Oh…” So that’s what this is about… With a slight giggle, you positioned yourself infront of him at a standard waltz hold, “If it’s any consolation… I was hoping to have my first dance with you, back then.”
Processing your statement, he remained silent and eyes were as wide as the full moon seen from the hall. The white-haired demon’s expression changed from surprise to doubt to happiness within a split second.
“Really?” He breathed out in disbelief, searching your visage for any trace of a lie.
“Yes.”
“Are ya tellin’ the truth?” Mammon’s grip on your hands tightened, as if he doesn’t want to let go, “Like, really???”
He laughed, a genuine one in a long time, and waltzed you onto the dancefloor all night long.
LEVIATHAN
Hand in hand with Levi, the two of you shared a moment under the moonlight as Lucifer forced the two of you ‘loners’ into participating at the festivities.
Levi kept his eyes down, seemingly more interested in the floor than dancing with you.
You can’t really fault him. Lucifer had dragged the whole house with him to this ball, and it was evident that the Avatar of Envy did not like the plan one bit.
You opened your mouth to break the ice but was cut short by the purple-haired demon, “Man, Asmo took the time to dress you up but your clothes are still all super long.”
“It can’t be helped.” You shook your head with a smile.
At least Levi is also trying to make conversation, rather than completely sulking at the situation you’re both in.
“We didn’t have the time to have it altered.”
“You know, in one of my favourite shoujo anime, ‘I’m a Cafe Maid But It’s A Top Secret Because I Am The Emperor’s Daughter Who Ran Away From My Responsibilities Because My Dad Is Forcing Me To Marry’,” He started rambling, a slight blush peppered his pale skin, “There’s a part where the princess slips on her dress and one of her suitors, a NEET gaming-addict who is also a shut in and doesn’t have any friends except for his pet fish, caught her and it’s so romantic–”
He stopped mid-sentence, foot slipping at the excessive amount of cloth on your fur coat.
“Woah, careful, Levi!” You caught him, one hand cradling him by the shoulders and the other stabilizing him from the small of his back to avoid a sudden fall. Levi held on to you for support, momentarily paralyzed.
“.…!” He met your worried gaze, his face heating up at your closeness and the warmth of your arms surrounding him.
“Are you okay?” You asked, holding him tight liken of a fragile porcelain vase that will shatter if you let him fall, “Did you hurt yourself?”
“I-I-I-I’m fine…”
Little did you know, his mind was already racing at the possibilities of him being in a shoujo anime with him as the princess and you as his knight and shining armour.
SATAN
Liken of a true gentleman that he is, Satan offered you his hand at the waltz the moment Lord Diavolo ended his speech. He brought you to the middle of the dance floor, leading you with graceful movements - with a fiery spark in his eyes. It’s as if the blonde is showing off his skills to everyone in Devildom.
Weird…
From the corner of your eyes, you saw Lucifer dancing, almost as gracefully, with a rather alluring witch.
Ah, Satan’s as competitive as usual, you thought to yourself, forcing yourself to not roll your eyes at the realization. That would be rude.
With his usual grin, he spoke, “You look amazing. The clothes Asmo picked for you fits you perfectly.”
E-Excuse me, what?
“T-Thank you.” You nodded politely at his words, feeling the rush of your blood on your cheeks.
Satan held you closer, whispering sensually by your right ear, “Your scent is different tonight, too. Something… mysterious.”
Woah–! “Aren’t you…”
The Avatar of Wrath dropped his tone, the type that sent chills down your spine, “You smell delicious–”
“Okay, what gives, Satan?” You pouted at his mischief, shoving him ever so slightly to regain what was left of your personal space. “What’s with all the super specific comments?”
He laughed with great amusement, surprised that you caught on to his jeers quite fast, “I get to see your pretty blushing face.”
“Not fair!”
“I’m not lying, though.” Satan’s expression changed, his visage now conveying a much more genuine smile, “I wanted to show you off to everyone, all in your blushing glory.”
ASMODEUS
Ever since the party started, Asmo hasn’t left your side. Much to Mammon’s absolute horror, the Avatar of Lust has kept his arms around your own all throughout the ceremonies.
He has been flirting with you the whole night with his usual string of compliments.
‘Your eyes gleam whenever you see him, as if there’s a galaxy bursting within them.’
‘Your lips were absolutely alluring, he’d spend hours kissing you and appreciating them as much as he could.’
‘The way your clothes fit your frame so delicately that he wants to ravish you while you–’
It was embarrassing to hear, given that there’s eight of you on the table and the peach-haired demon did not consider lowering his tone. Everyone in the table most definitely heard his soft yet aggressive comments.
It never stopped even until the two of you were dancing together in the waltz. Asmodeus held you in a firm hold, his natural beauty has always struck you whenever he’s this close, “Aren’t our clothes absolutely stunning?”
“They are, Asmo.” You smiled at him, only now do you ever feel the butterflies on your stomach at his words. “Your eye for beauty is unmatched.”
“Of course!” He swayed with you gracefully, his aura of sensuality piercing through the roof at the sight of him in his three piece suit, “This is a special night, I wouldn’t pass off the opportunity to show you off to the whole of Devildom!”
“That is so like you.”Giggling at his comment, you allowed yourself to finally relax and take in his praises. This intimacy is so much better than the earlier situation at the table.
“Come on, honey, give me a graceful twirl~” Asmo beamed at you, leading you into a twirl step with much finesse.
“And again!”
Wait-
“And again!”
“No-!” Feeling dizzy and slightly nauseous at the repeated spin, you tripped on your own shoes and find Asmodeus holding you stable. Sighing at the charming demon’s whims, you shook your head with a smile, “Asmo, this is a slow dance not tango.”
BEELZEBUB
The night is still young yet you sought refuge on the balcony, silently watching the moon from a nearby bench. Nights in the Devildom are often colder than the ones in the human world…
But then again, after months of staying here, how do you compare when traces of the human world get lost in your grasp every moment you spend down here?
You imagine the contrast of the bright sun during summers above and the dim light everyday here in–
“You look like you’re lost in thought.” A voice pulled you from your own thoughts, your head moving ever so slightly to confirm the person who joined you on the balcony.
It’s Beel.
“Ah, well…” You shrugged, rubbing your arms to stave a bit of the chill in the air, “I’m just a bit exhausted from socializing. Formal parties aren’t my thing.”
“It isn’t my thing, too.” The red-haired demon peeled off his coat, gently putting it over your shoulders and sat beside you, “I can’t eat all the food on the table. Lucifer is glaring daggers every time I try. He’s telling me that we’re representing Lord Diavolo’s name so I have to behave.”
You chuckled at his words. Lucifer sounds so much like a father to his siblings.
“We’ll get you some food at home. I’ll cook you some homemade–”
“Do you want to dance?” The Avatar of Gluttony asked you, the sounds of the orchestra from behind the two of you suddenly registering in your mind at the offer.
“What?”
He wants to dance?
“It’s just the two of us here…” He stated, holding out his hand towards you, “We can take it slow so you won’t get exhausted.”
You held his coat closer to you, the corners of your lips curling up at the saccharine proposal. “You’re too sweet, Beel.”
You took his hand.
BELPHEGOR
Despite the rough beginnings of your relationship with him, he tried his best to mend and gain your trust - this time, genuinely.
He’s always been so sweet yet there’s always a distance he’s kept whenever he’s with you. You can’t fault him. Perhaps the guilt of his past actions is always at the back of his mind…
You wanted to help him get past this. And the solution to your questions is today’s dance.
It’s your first dance with Belphegor.
Everything has been laid out perfectly in your mind. You’ll talk to him about it, he’ll answer you honestly and your relationship with him will be a lot stronger than before. Quite Disney-esque but you had to try.
That is… until he declared something that slipped your mind.
“I want to sleep.” He groggily announced, your dance slowing down much more sluggish than the actual tune of the waltz.
“Belphie, come on.” You tried to alert his senses a bit, hoping that he won’t sleep on you, literally, while the music is playing. “It’s Lord Diavolo’s birthday, we have to participate.”
The ravenet yawned, his hands slipping from yours, “The orchestra is playing lullabies, how can I not…”
“Stay with me!” With all your might, you tried to support Belphie’s weight, looking around to see something that would wake him up.
“Look, even Mammon is hitting it up on the dance floor…” Is he fucking dancing dougie… on a damn waltz?! This isn’t a dance battle, Mammon!!!
Scandalized at his inappropriate dance to a waltz, you shrugged it off, “Okay, we’re not watching him.”
“You’re as soft and warm as a pillow.” Belphie rubbed his head against yours, his body now shamelessly draped over yours while you struggled to lead him to the dance.
“D-Don’t you think this is a bit too close for a formal dance, Belphie?”
“Mnn…”
Very heavy!
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“can you pass me the next volume?”
leviathan gives no indication of having heard your request, still staring intently at his d.d.d’s screen, tapping at the notes on some rhythm game he’d downloaded earlier this week. you realize he would be unable to hand you the manga in question for at least another two minutes and sigh, deciding to wait the song out, far too lazy to simply walk to the other side of the bed to grab it. instead you turn your focus to leviathan himself, studying him as he struggles to maintain his combo.
with all lights but a small, dim lamp in the corner of your room off, the d.d.d screen casts a pretty highlight to his features, the game’s bright colors faintly evident in his narrowed eyes. for a demon so self-conscious, he’s incredibly attractive. sure, he generally looks about six months behind on rest, you’ll admit that, but even with the dark circles his poor sleep schedule has created there’s a beauty to his features that can’t be overshadowed. you wish he could see it for himself; it’s obvious to near everyone but him that he has his own admirers within r.a.d, curious and shy demons who cast longing gazes when they see him attend in-person classes once in a blue moon. the same way you look at him in moments such as this, when you know he won’t have the chance to notice.
caught up in admiring him as you lay against your pillow, you don’t notice that leviathan has finished his song until he breaks the silence with an enthusiastic ‘yes!’ and heaves a great sigh.
“i finally beat every song in master mode! honestly i’m surprised at how fast i got through all of them, especially since the streamer that recommended this game was having problems with a couple of the master songs,” he exits the app to check the streamer in question’s devilgram page, likely checking for updates on said difficulties.
“all your sleepless nights have paid off. you’ve peaked. the mastery of a free-to-play mobile idol game is the pinnacle of your gaming career,” you tease lightly, sitting up fully, breathing out a small laugh as he flushes.
“shut up! a normie like you wouldn’t understand anyway, but this game is notoriously difficult even for some of the most experienced rhythm game players. deviltube barely has any videos of completed master songs because almost no one can beat them,” his defense is half-hearted and you hum in humoring acknowledgement.
“well now that you’ve surpassed every rhythm gamer out there, can you please hand me the next volume of this? i wanna finish it before i head to bed,” you wave the volume you just completed a bit and he frowns.
“you couldn’t have just grabbed it yourself?”
“i mean i could’ve, yeah, but why would i do that when you’re right next to it and can just hand it to me?” you raise an eyebrow, and feign a look of contemplation. “i guess i could just climb over you to get it if that’s easier.”
leviathan turns even more red and makes a faint choking noise, jerkily turning to his left to search for the requested book. you chuckle and move closer regardless, sitting on your knees directly next to him.
“i can’t-- is it even in here?” he huffs, sifting through a substantial stack of various books, magazines, and manga. you take in his still flustered expression and inhale deeply before deciding to do something incredibly stupid.
shifting your body so that one of your legs is in between his, an awkward half straddle, you use your left hand to balance yourself with his shoulder, leaning over and prodding at the stack yourself. you feel leviathan go more still than he’s even been around you, and rather than face him you stare resolutely at the bedside table, not even registering which books you’re looking at.
“i definitely saw it in here the other day,” you force out, doing your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach when you hear leviathan start to protest against your position.
“h-hey--! what are-- y-you can’t just--” the poor demon seems near about to explode from embarrassment and you grip his shoulder tighter, feeling yourself start to blush at your own actions. still avoiding his gaze, you pause for a second. you can either back off and apologize for invading his space like this, play it off as a joke--he might be a little weird about it for a couple days but you know he’ll eventually forget about it--or you can dive headfirst into this grave you’ve dug for yourself. the warm feeling in your chest pushes you toward the latter, and you swallow before thinking ‘fuck it’ and plopping yourself fully in his lap. well, halfly, you suppose, given only one leg is straddled.
“why are you--...” leviathan seems to stop functioning altogether, opting to stare intently just over your shoulder, too shocked to make eye contact. you spend just a moment studying him before hooking your arms around his neck.
“levi,” there’s a quiet plea in your voice for him to look at you, and you continue when a while passes with no response from him. “please look at me?”
his eyes flicker to yours a couple times, but it seems he’s unable to maintain the connection and you sigh, gently bringing his head down to rest on your shoulder while you embrace him.
“levi...i really…” you exhale, hoping he doesn’t notice the trembling your own body is undergoing. you feel the rush of confidence leave you and find yourself unable to continue with your confession. making to pull back, you start a bit when leviathan suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pushing his head into you just a tad more.
“you…” his murmur is near inaudible and the muffled effect speaking into your skin causes doesn’t help any; the movement of his lips tickles and you shiver slightly. “you’re so unfair… you can’t just…”
breath catching, you squeeze onto him harder before letting out a shuddering sigh. he shifts off of you somewhat, and eventually pulls back completely to finally look you in the eye; the stare is so intense you nearly miss the fact that he’s let go of the spell hiding his demon form, but when you realize your mouth drops open just a bit, in awe once more at just how unreal he can look sometimes. reaching up slowly so he can see what you’re doing, you run your fingers along the base of his horns, gently stroking upwards along the branching paths, and he closes his eyes, shuddering and pulling you closer to his body.
“that’s-- if you keep--” he cuts off, instead shifting in place; the abrupt movements cause a gentle friction where you’re seated, and a sharp gasp seems to freeze time in the room. you flush even more red than before, ashamed of the noise that filled the space between you, but are helpless to do anything but sit and stare as he returns his attention to you. his orange eyes nearly glow in the faint lighting of the room, and in them you see a hunger you’ve never been on the receiving end of before. when his tail suddenly comes to wrap around your waist, you move to hold it closer to you, tender in your exploration of the scales, and he lets out a quiet sigh before shifting you once more, even closer than he had previously. this time you’re unable to hold back the small sound of satisfaction as you try to look at him, feeling a bit hazy. a whisper of your name has you humming absently, unable to focus on anything but the areas you’re making contact.
leviathan seems to take it upon himself to act, hesitating for only a moment, then purposefully dragging you along the length of his thigh, making sure to press you down into the muscle for more pressure.
“ah!” the reaction is instantaneous; your hands fly up to cover your mouth, shocked at the soft cry that left you, but leviathan wastes no time in gripping you even harder, repeating the motion, again and again until you’re gasping out a steady litany of muted moans and broken whispers of his name. his tail and hands keep you steady as he guides you in your movements, and soon you’re caught up enough in the pleasure that you grind into him on your own, focused on chasing the pleasure he’s allowing you to take from him.
“come on,” his voice is much steadier than it has any right to be given the circumstances, and you grasp onto his arms to ground yourself as you near what’s shaping up to be the best orgasm of your life so far. “you’re close, right?”
you don’t have the brain power to respond properly, just whimpering and squeezing so hard you have to be hurting him, but he doesn’t complain, only ducks his head to where it was resting so innocently earlier, placing gentle kisses in a path to the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“come for me, please,” he gives no warning before biting harshly, hard enough that you’re sure his fangs have broken the skin, but it’s this sharp pain coupled with a final rough grind that tips you over the edge, and you let out a whimper that you worry will attract the other brothers’ attention with its volume. your orgasm hits just as hard as you were anticipating, and you spend the aftershocks slumped into leviathan’s chest, body trembling and reveling in his warmth and soft touches. after a few moments of rest, you pry yourself up to look at him, shocked by the lust directed at you in his expression.
“levi…” you begin, fingers brushing through the back of his hair, “what do you want me to do for you?”
the confidence he’d worn throughout guiding your pleasure seems to crack a bit when he notices the small bite wound he’d created, the lust watered down with a splash of shame, and you quickly move in to give him a peck on the lips.
“hey, don’t worry. i liked it, honestly. i-i don’t think i’d mind more…” you trail off, trying to ignore the heat in your face. “i want you to feel good too. just tell me what you want.”
leviathan wordlessly shifts you both around, and for a moment you think maybe he might actually leave, but soon he’s hovering over you, your back pressed to the mattress.
“just...just stay there,” he mumbles, pressing close against you. it’s then that you notice how hard he is, now pressed against your thigh, the roles reversed. the pants he wears for pajamas tonight aren’t doing anything to hide it, and you’re briefly confused at how you were so caught up in your own arousal you didn’t even notice his. you try not to gawk at his cock pressing against the fabric, so beyond taking brief note of how it seems to be more than honestly expected, you focus your attention on leviathan’s face. he looks beyond embarrassed now that it’s his turn to get off, and you smile gently, reaching to pull him down for another kiss, this one longer than the previous but still fairly chaste. with a tiny nip to his bottom lip you wiggle to get more comfortable and rest your arms around his shoulders once more.
“go ahead. i want you to.” you raise your thigh against where he’s straining against his pants, letting your voice drop to a sultrier tone than it’s been all night. “use me to get yourself off, leviathan.”
this seems to snap him into action, and he surges forward to press his cock harder into your leg, settling into a near frantic pace. you assume having been hard the entire time you were grinding against him got him closer to coming than he’d like to admit, but you don’t mind, letting him go at the speed he pleases.
small huffs of breath and held back whines are all that fill the air between you two as he visibly approaches his own orgasm. his face is mostly hidden by this point, as close to you as he can get without accidentally hitting you with his horns, but the flush and closed-eyed expression of bliss you catch a peek of has you biting your lip, wondering if it’d be worth it to go one more round.
you decide to help him along when it seems he’s just about ready to let go, and slide your arm down his back, your hand reaching to caress the base of his tail; your other hand you use to angle yourself up just the tiniest amount, and when you find the same area he bit you latch on, gifting him a matching mark. he comes against you with no warning, only a choked off moan and the stilling of his movements. he flops onto the bed next to you, panting heavily, hiding his face entirely with a pillow.
“levi.” you try, reaching over to poke his arm. there’s no movement.
“leviii…” it’s a whine now, and you push up right against his side, trying to gain his attention.
“w-what?” the grumble barely makes it to human levels of volume. despite his face being hidden, you can still see the intense redness of his ears and the nervous coil of his tail.
“look at me.”
silence once more.
“please look at me, levi.” you try to hold back the tinge of frustration, but it’s clear he picks up on it from the tensing of his body. it works, however, and soon you’re faced with the flustered mess of a demon you’ve had on your mind for months. you find yourself grinning, your mind finally accepting the reality of what just happened. a giggle breaks free, and before leviathan can misinterpret it, you’re covering half of him in a tight hug, burrowing as close to him as possible.
“leviathan...i like you. i like you so much. i didn’t mean for this to happen but i’m so happy it did because i got to show you how much i care about you.” if you hold him any tighter he’s probably going to complain, but you can’t hold back anymore. “you’re so special to me and i just wanna-- i want…-- i’d do anything for you.”
you falter in your confession, overwhelmed by everything, and wait for any kind of response from him. moments that feel like hours pass, and before you’re fully aware of it you’re held flush against his chest.
“i can’t believe you went and said something so embarrassing…” he whines. “why would you even like me…? i’m not--”
“stop right there.” you cut him off quickly, jerking back to glare at him. “i don’t know what you’re about to say but i know it can’t be good. i don’t care if you think you’re lame or gross or any other excuse you wanna throw out. i like you for you, levi, games and anime and shut-in tendencies and awkwardness and all. if you can’t accept why i’d like you yet, fine, but don’t expect me to back off just because you think i should. i’ll only leave you alone if you don’t like me too.”
he stares at you with wide eyes, shocked into silence, and your glare falters a bit the longer his response takes.
“i-i mean...do you…? if you don’t, i...that’s fi--mmpf!” you’re cut off abruptly by leviathan surging against you, lips pressing desperately against yours. he leaves no room for protest, licking greedily into your mouth and coaxing you to meet his intensity until the small gasps between kisses are no longer enough and you pull back to inhale properly.
“i didn’t say that, normie,” he can’t meet your eyes again, looking disgruntled, but the present redness ruins what would otherwise be pure displeasure. “you know you’re my player two...you better not think otherwise,”
it’s not a full admission, but you can work on drawing that out later, you think. you settle in and wait when he says he’s going to his room to change. by the time he crawls back into bed with you you’re half asleep, exhausted by the physical and emotional toll of the night’s events. when he doesn’t come over to your side of the bed to cuddle, you give a small hmph and wriggle closer to him, nuzzling against his side. it takes him a few minutes to relax again, but once he does, you smile, finally letting sleep stake its claim upon you.
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Sometimes it’s difficult having two guardians bonded to your soul — especially when they come from rival factions. Ignis stays by his right, Ardyn at his left, with Noctis the metaphorical and literal wall keeping them from tearing each others’ wings off.
But with Ardyn’s return after his two-year disappearance, Ignis is determined to light up the demon with holy fire and righteous judgment.
Pairing: Noctis/Ignis, Noctis/Ardyn
Rating: G
Ignis was seething.
He paced around the room — twelve steps forward, a quick turn, twelve steps back — as his shoes threatened to burn a track into the floor. Noctis thought there really would be a trail singed into the carpet, unless Ignis calmed down enough before he accidentally called forth holy fire in all his fury, setting fire to not only his furniture but also his Justice Monster figurines. He really liked his figurines.
“The nerve of him! The audacity! After two years of absolutely nothing, this is how he comes back? As the Chancellor of your nation's enemy?” Ignis hissed, throwing his hands into the air. White embers flicked off his fingers, sparking in the air but fading before they could hit the carpet.
“I'm sure there's a reason.”
At the foot of his bed, Noctis lounged on his stomach, his elbows propped up on a pillow as he tapped away on his phone — glancing up much too often to make sure his curtains didn't catch fire. In contrast to Ignis’ fit of rage, the prince was content to play away on King's Knight with apparent indifference. Or at least, that's the facade he was trying to keep up. His own stomach was a gnarled mess, and it wasn't only because Ignis kept far too true to his name, a walking fire hazard ready to combust and take everything within a fifty meter radius with him. "Besides, he's here for a peace treaty, for y'know. Peace."
“And a damn good reason it'll be or I will burn his entire collection of rags he calls his wardrobe and everything he loves,” he promised, stopping only to turn and point his finger at Noctis. The utter look of retribution, Noctis knew, wasn't aimed at him but at Ardyn.
“He loves me.” It's a matter of fact all three of them know, even if Ignis was starting to doubt Ardyn's side of things, and Noctis peeked through the dark of his fringes to look up at him, a wry smile pulling at his lips. “Are you going to set me on fire too?”
Ignis huffed and rolled his eyes, his ire temporarily subdued as he relented to Noctis. “You very well know what I mean,” he sighed. “I'd never hurt you, dear heart.”
“I know.” Noctis patted at the empty space beside him. “Sit down, just watching you stomp around makes me tired, and I don't want to explain to the maids why the carpet's all charred.”
Ignis obeyed, settling down the flames of his temper lest the bed catch on fire, and unceremoniously dropped himself beside Noctis, the bed dipping at the added weight. He ran a hand through those black silky locks, nestling his fingers into his skull and gently massaging, and pressed a chaste kiss to Noctis’ temple, voice soft and sympathetic as he murmured, “I know you're at least a bit upset as well. You can't hide it.”
And that, combined with the risk of Ignis burning down his room, had made the knot in Noctis' stomach. But it hit like a punch in the gut when the angel voiced it, the careful gentleness in his tone more like the slow peeling of a bandaid held down with super glue.
Noctis swallowed the hurt that rose up in his throat, letting his phone fall out of his hands to bury his face into the blanket. Ignis’ lingering touch in his hair was a small comfort, but it didn't ease the ache in his chest. His angel sensed it, could literally feel the tangle of sorrow yet relief in his messy swamp of emotions, and Noctis could feel Ignis prodding at the invisible bond that they shared. Noctis, in turn, reached out to that tether, and a wave of comfort raced toward him in a flood of unconditional love. Times like these made him truly appreciate these soul bonds, allowing them to express things that words could never do, or when Noctis was too stubborn to voice his troubles out loud.
Or to confirm that his other bonded was still alive and well, when he had decided to just disappear on Noctis for apparently no rhyme or reason. Or to make sure his guardian demon still loved him and didn't ditch him to return back to the Astralsphere because he got tired of Noct's brattiness. Or to learn that Ardyn held eyes and a dead blackened heart only for Noctis and that he's trying to finish his business as fast as he could to return to his little prince's side.
It hadn't been those exact words — they exchanged emotions and concepts in the place of language in that soul plane — but that had been the general message. And it was precisely why Ardyn currently held the top spot on Ignis’ shit list right now, when usually he held 5th place.
Because, instead of sending some vague concepts across Noctis’ bond, Ardyn could have at least used his few brain cells to oh, perhaps sit down with the poor boy and actually talk through whatever foolish plan he had in that empty space of his. But no, Ignis figured that would have been too much to ask! So naturally, Ardyn would just completely ghost their darling prince, without ever saying a single word of warning, for over two damn years. Because yes, that is precisely what a guardian who's bonded in both heart and soul to Noctis should do, especially since it would bring about unimaginable distress to the very one they so loved.
And to top it all off, Ardyn had the gall to saunter into the Citadel this morning, announcing himself as a diplomat for the very kingdom Lucis was at war with — all as if everything was right as gentle rain. He had only glanced at Noctis, sparing him nary a thought as he gave some grandiose speech. Ignis hadn't heard any of it, too infuriated at Ardyn but more concerned over Noctis. But his charge, much to his credit, had kept most of his composure, holding tightly to the neutral expression he regarded the entire Niflheim convoy with. But Ignis had known that expression, that mask he's seen too many times be pulled out to cover and hide the splinters of his dear prince's heart.
Even Regis, having met both his son's guardians, had barely held back the incredulity that threatened to surface. He had looked ready to riot, if the stiff knuckles that kept him from launching himself off the throne meant anything.
Ignis hadn’t missed the little details, however; he’d known what to look for, how Noctis’ breathing became too even and steady, the tight clench of a stiff jaw, the sudden rigidity in his spine, the nails that bit into his own left palm. And underneath it all, Ignis had felt the storm of grief and betrayal swirling into a veritable maelstrom that could impress even Leviathan and Ramuh, all coiled into a gnarled knot in Noctis’ heart. It had taken him everything to not cause a scene, because while he and Ardyn certainly have their differences, this whole fiasco was just on a different level from their regular petty squabbles.
So yes, Ardyn was an absolute genius. At being a fuckwit.
Ignis wanted to say he didn't understand how or why Noctis was so willing to forgive, but he couldn't deny it. He understood far too well and despite the grievances, he somehow felt relief upon having Ardyn again. Because not only did Noctis share a bond with Ignis, he shared one with Ardyn.
Ignis knew from experience just how much love Noctis regarded him with, could always feel it within the soul bond they shared; and as much as he hated the demon, he knew Noctis held nothing less for Ardyn either.
“It’s fine,” Noctis muttered, a poor attempt at a lie.
“No, it is not.”
And it wouldn’t be until Ardyn brought his sorry ass in here to explain himself. Ignis had half a mind to just stalk down the halls and find the man himself, to grab him by those ridiculous scarves and ruffles at his neck and drag him through the corridors and throw him at Noctis’ feet, regardless if they were in public or not. The only thing really stopping him from going was his concern for Noctis. His prince, despite his brave front, was not in a good headspace right now.
So of course, Ardyn's timing would be absolutely impeccable. As always.
Noctis snapped his head to the twin doors, heavy ornate things trimmed with gold, though the gleam and shine was swallowed by the inky darkness seeping through the cracks and keyholes. A black smoke wafted through the crevices, coiling and crawling through the air and carpet, bringing with it the unmistakable odor of sulfur and ancient fire.
Ignis’ eyes dilated, nostrils flared, and it took all his willpower to reign in his instincts that screamed and snapped at him to prepare, defend, attack. His senses were sent on high alert, warning sirens bellowing at him to take Noctis and flee or to strike the vile thing before it could get the chance, to burn it with white fire and holy light. He barely managed to swat his righteous fury and divine flames down, but his wings itched so terribly at his back, beckoning to breach into the physical plane and drape themselves over Noctis to shield and protect.
He knew, as well as he knew his bond and love for his prince, that this demon posed no danger. His mind knew, his heart knew. But the memories and duties etched into his body forgot. It had been so long, that he grew accustomed to the lack of company, that all the time and familiarity spent with the accompanying demon fell to the wayside. Two years wasn't long in the grand scheme of things, not for beings such as himself, but it was enough for old instincts to return, to forget that Ardyn wasn't an enemy but an… insufferable ally.
They watched as the dark tendrils coiled and gathered into themselves, climbing higher into the air as they took on the shapes of arms and legs and that gaudy overcoat. Wisps of auburn hair fell over his face, and golden eyes gleamed through the darkness that spread into skin and a wicked smile.
“Noctis, my dear, oh so good to see you again.”
Ardyn brandished his hat and bowed his head, flourishing a hand to the side in his typical dramatic fashion. With that infuriating grin Ignis so despised, he raised his eyes toward Noctis, as well as an extended hand.
But before Noctis could even think to take it, Ignis was upon the demon with all the same divine wrath he took upon the war fields. Lapels tearing underneath his white-knuckled fists, Ignis drew them face to face and bared his teeth, a man ready to absolutely destroy if Ardyn dared answer wrongly.
“Explain.” Ignis hissed, embers threatening to turn into flames. Ardyn's lapels were already beginning to smoke.
Ardyn, unsurprisingly, looked rather peachy. His grin didn’t falter, but he tuned it down into a patient smile, as his eyes set amicably upon the furious angel even as he threatened to burn him alive. He only appeared mildly perturbed about his singed coat, the promise of holy retribution a mild inconvenience at best, and he spared a slow glance at Noctis before returning his gaze back to Ignis.
“My good Scientia, let us try to be civil about this — I'd rather you not burn my favorite scarf.”
And that, a wrong answer.
Ignis shimmered in a light of gold and silver, dragging out Ardyn's own crimson and obsidian, before forcing them out of the physical plane. His downy wings flared for just a moment, clashing against the demon’s leathery pair, and the two blinked out of reality in a flash of magic.
Noctis didn't even have the opportunity to have his say in any of it, and he could only watch as Ignis pulled Ardyn and himself into the Astralsphere to duke it out there, instead of turning Noctis’ room into armageddon. He wouldn't have to tug on the threads of his bonds to know what sort of chaos their conflicting powers must be blending up. He could picture a clash of black and white flames filling the void of their plane, with Ignis raining down holy judgment and Ardyn dancing around like it was all a mere game of tag.
This wasn't how he expected their reunion, and he really would have liked to hear Ardyn's explanation for his ill-timed two-year disappearance. But Noctis was also a bit bitter at the demon's lack of tact, so if Ignis wanted to let off some steam and take his frustrations out on Ardyn, then that was quite fine too. He only hoped they wouldn't take too long. It was already getting lonely.
“And you couldn't tell us this prior to your disappearance because?” Ignis kept his arms crossed, looking every inch of a dove whose feathers were ruffled. There’s some soot on his cheek, the cuffs of his once meticulous suit singed black and torn. His hair lost its usual styling, the gel not enough to hold through whatever chaos it had to endure. Noctis rather liked it down.
Ardyn didn’t fare better, who sat on his knees and kept his hands in his lap before Ignis and Noctis, like a brat being lectured for some playground bullying. He lost one of his scarves and a layer of clothing, his vest a frazzled mess with the buttons missing. One of his sleeves looked close to falling off, the burnt threads barely keeping the seams together., and his ratty hat had certainly seen better days. He scratched his sparse beard with one finger, turning his eyes upward. “Short notice, no time to be had.”
Ignis was just about to go for another tussle, when Noctis managed to hold him back and saved Ardyn’s face from a white-knuckled punch.
“Okay, okay, time out! We’re using words this round, okay? Words. ” Noctis pulled at Ignis’ arm and shuffled him back a few extra steps. He looked to Ardyn and waited for an affirmation; when the demon nodded in compliance, he turned to Ignis who only stared back with a disgusted look on his face. Noctis, though, didn’t relent and stared back harder, setting his eyebrows in a stony gaze and his lips in a firm line. “ Ignis. ”
Ignis could be a child sometimes with that stubborn streak of his, but ultimately, he’d always say yes to Noctis. “…Fine.”
Noctis thanked him with a soft kiss to his jaw, successfully cooling the angel’s simmering ire by a few degrees, and turned to sit on the floor with Ardyn, sitting just across from him. “Alright, so take it from the top one more time. You know I have no idea what you guys say when you poof out of reality.”
He may be more generous and patient than Ignis — and hold actual love for him while the angel barely had the tolerance — but he was still upset. Ardyn’s shoddy explanation didn’t help with his mood or loosen that dagger of betrayal wedged in his side, even if he knew full well the demon had only his best interests in mind. But while he had absolute trust and faith in Ardyn, seeing him waltz into the audience chamber as the fucking Chancellor of Niflheim, the empire that had almost managed to kill the Prince when he was only a child, did not appeal to his logic.
"Well, for starters, we all know your lovely kingdom has been at war with Niflheim for the past… However many decades." Ardyn made a gesture in the air.
"Ah, yes. Start off with a riveting little prologue, why don’t you?" Ignis struck in, his patience running on fumes now. "Now on with it."
Noctis shot a look at the angel. " Ignis. "
"I'm using words. You told me to use words, and I am using them."
Noctis rolled his eyes; Ignis was technically right but still. He allowed him his loophole and turned his attention back to Ardyn. "Okay, and?"
"And you know what my role is, what I must do as your guardian demon."
Noctis nodded.
Demons were still demons, guardian or not. They handled the nefarious aspects of life, worked hand in hand with sins and sinners, walked beside destruction and crawled the earth like vipers. They were everything the old scrolls described them to be: cruel, cunning, and always looking for a poor soul to drag down. Some looked hideous, their skin and bones a mirror to their blackened hearts, others looked like art come to life — to tempt, to beguile. (Ignis would spit out how Ardyn needed to “put his face on” every morning, else there would be black slime oozing out of every orifice.)
But in the case of a guardian, in the case of Ardyn, it meant he wasn’t restricted to the goody two-shoes book of moral conduct that restricted Ignis. He could get his hands dirty and black and dip into the most unsavory tactics Ignis would never be allowed, all in the name of protecting his chosen — Noctis, his heart of hearts. He was the serpent that lashed its fangs and venom, the undying roach that creeped in the darkest cracks, the bloody hound that crushed limbs and tore flesh asunder.
The man willing to play diplomat for the enemy kingdom just so he could break it down from the inside, to never let it harm another hair on his beloved prince ever again, so he explained.
Noctis and Ignis stared at each other, their own faces reflecting each other’s thoughts of ‘What The Fuck Ardyn.’ Ignis, at least, no longer held the flames of anger in his chest, cooled down to smoldering embers now that they got a proper explanation. It… made sense, sort of. Ignis, by the sole virtue of what he is, could never play into deceptive tactics. Ardyn was free of the shackles that limited his counterpart, and he made use of that.
“You had Scientia here to keep you safe and warm within his soft downy wings.” Ardyn said, flicking off some ashes off his shoulders. “I was more than confident he’d mind you while I wormed my way into Iedolas’ good graces.”
Ignis slipped off his glasses to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Still, you —”
“Asshole!”
Noctis reached over to his bed and shucked a pillow at Ardyn, hitting him squarely in the face and knocking his hat down with it. The demon looked as if it did more damage than any of the flaming daggers made, and Ignis was sure he landed one straight in Ardyn’s right arse. He crossed his arms in smug satisfaction, drinking up the man’s expression of ‘did he really do that noctis please why.’
“You couldn’t have said something before you decided to vanish like that?” Noctis didn’t snarl, but his tone and voice pierced harder than any furious scream could. There was something heated in the center, with its edges tipped with sharpened ice, and he made sure to drive it home.
“Now princeling, I did say it was imperative.” Ardyn held both his hands in the air, as if placating a wild beast turning its fangs on him. Noctis could be terrifying when his rage got the best of him, rivaling the flames of both guardians put together. “Wouldn’t want them firing the weapon that blasts your father’s Wall down, do we? Right? Scientia, do work with me here.”
“Five seconds, Ardyn.” Noctis dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. He looked ready to tear his own hair out. “You could have spared five seconds to say ‘Hey, I’m gonna make sure Niflheim doesn’t invade your country anymore, so toodles’ or something.”
Ignis cleared his throat, staring pointedly at them but ignoring Ardyn’s plea for help. “He does have a point. At the very least, a sticky note could have been something.”
"Cursed traitor, I’ll pluck your dainty feathers out like a chickatrice for hell’s oven,” Ardyn murmured. He’d rather pour a cup of holy water over himself than bear the brunt of Noctis’ ire any longer, however. It stung to hear his tone and see how cross he was, but he could feel the line in his soul burning from Noct’s end. Ardyn understood the reason behind the anger and distress, why Noctis felt torn between his fit of being left in the dark and his relief of finally having Ardyn returned to his side. He accepted his shortcomings, really.
“Noctis, precious boy, do forgive me.” He reached to brush tentative fingers against Noctis’ cheek, giving him the chance to pull away and brush off his hand should the prince so choose. Or bite him, whichever. But he only leaned into the touch, even pressing his hand over Ardyn’s to splay the full palm of his hand against skin.
“Just say something the next time you pull that sort of stunt. Please?” Noctis sounded incredibly weary then, laying everything out in one single exhale.
Ardyn knew this wouldn’t be the end of it, that there would be more to come later. But for now, they both wanted to just sweep it under the rug and salvage what should have been a happy, tear-jerking reunion. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he said, pulling Noctis to his chest.
Noctis sniffed, then sneezed straight onto Ardyn’s burnt vest.
“Ah, sorry again. Forgot about the soot.”
“That was still a dick move,” Noctis grumbled, hiding his face behind his fringes. But despite Ardyn’s idiocy and the near fallout, he’s relieved to finally have him at his side.
The soul bond had barely been enough to quell his anxieties, the only thing keeping himself together being Ignis’ gentle reassurances and Ardyn’s warm tugs sent across their link. It didn’t make up for the lost time and space between them, when the demon would have always been hovering by his shoulder — just out of sight from the humans but within Noctis’ reach — so he’s making Ardyn repay his debts as he spoke. Noctis looked up, from where he perched himself in between Ardyn’s legs and pressed his own back against the demon’s chest.
As if the physical contact could somehow fill in for the two years’ time he’s gone without.
“So I’ve been reminded for the sixth time.” Ardyn lightly kissed the crown of Noctis’ head and laced his fingers atop the boy’s lap, essentially locking the prince within his hold. “I am sorry, princeling. I didn’t think you’d be so lonely, especially with Scientia still at your side.”
“You are an utter fool, Ardyn,” Ignis cut in, from where he worked in the kitchenette, and pointed the business end of a fruit knife at him.“You know how anxious he can be. Imagine how he had been when he thought you left for good.”
"Oh, you foolish thing," Ardyn sighed, peppering kisses along Noctis' shoulder. "I'd never give you up for even a thousand damned souls."
Noctis whined deep in his throat, conflicted between drinking up the comforts and fighting off the embarrassment that came with the onslaught of affection. He wiggled in Ardyn's hold, mumbling between his breaths, and buried his face into his hands. "Just, just shut up and keep cuddling."
Ardyn did just that, zipping his mouth closed and gently laying his chin on the boy’s head. Noctis reached a hand over the couch cushions, grabbing the remote then flipping through the channels to some food channel, and tucked himself just so until he found that perfect spot.
“Ardyn, care for some strawberries?” Ignis called out, already preparing a separate bowl.
“Absolutely.”
It’s funny, Noctis thought, how they always managed to just settle. Especially Ignis and Ardyn, being enemies by instinct and creation, yet they found moments to silently draw their truces and put away their flames and weapons, falling into domesticity whenever and wherever their prince was involved. He missed this, all of this. And he’d never voice it aloud, but he had begun to miss their constant bickering, their grumblings and hisses filling in the cracks of silence. No doubt that would all come later, probably after Noctis fell asleep, tucked between the weight of both their bodies and protective wings.
“… Can I get whipped cream on mine?” Noctis piped up.
“Of course, love.”
But for now, he’d allow himself to just be, with Ardyn at his back and holding him within his arms, and Ignis plopping himself right beside them, handing each of them a bowl of fruit to nibble on. The baking competition on TV was an afterthought, something to settle his gaze on while he relaxed in the comforting presence of both his guardians. He’s not sure if he could ever deal with another separation like that ever again, didn’t even dare to think of the possibility, but all he wanted right now was to enjoy having his family back together again — with Ignis holding his right hand, and Ardyn’s chin settled on his left shoulder.
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I read that cool angst scenario where Reader is suffering unrequited love for Noctis because Reader's sister, Lunafreya? And I was wondering if you could a cute and happy scenario to it, where Reader's selfless ways and actions, suddenly (but yet permanently) sends her to an alternate dimension where she is Oracle and Noctis's girlfriend & future wife?
I kinda really like that one too, and kinda enjoyed the bittersweet ending I gave it. I also loved how all of you guys found my Hamilton references, I was listening to Satisfied on repeat when writing it, and this one I may have been listening to another broadway song…
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Your cheeks hurt because of how much you were fake smiling, no one called you out on it, so you must have been doing pretty good at fooling everyone, but mostly the future bride and groom to your left. You looked at the happy couple at their reception, it was so sweet to have your sister find true love, just why did it have to be your own.
No! You couldn’t wish the bride bad luck less than 24 hours to her wedding. Much less it being your sister.
You looked down to your feet where Pyrna had rested her head in your lap, uncertain if she was begging for scraps or just being the needy little pup that she was. You stroked her head, trying to will your hands from shaking, maneuvering your chair as you stood.
“Y/N, where are you going?”
You smiled to Lunafreya, “Just going to step out for some fresh air.”
Lunafreya smiled back, she knew how overwhelming it was for you to be in the public eye, “Take as long as you need.”
You leaned forward pressing a kiss to her cheek, before picking up your dress and leaving the reception area, flanked by Pryna and Umbra. You quickly pushed beyond the guards and the doors to the private balcony, blossoming syelleblossom, recalling the years when you would have Lunafreya make you flower crowns. You felt the tears you had been holding back for hours start to spill, as you press your palms to your eyes, uncaring of your make up smudging, you couldn’t go back to that party.
If Lunafreya loved you so much why couldn’t she share Noctis! Why couldn’t you have him?! You were closer to his age, actually just a month younger than him, Lunafreya was his senior by quite a few years!
You stopped yourself, this wasn’t you thinking. You loved Lunafreya more than anything, she was so kind and selfless. She was the perfect princess, the perfect everything! So she deserved the perfect husband, she deserved Noctis. You couldn’t want him still when there was nothing there to start with, you had no right to him. You just had to go on with the rest of your life, to pretend that you didn’t care that the man who owned your heart was now further away than ever!
This should have been your time! He should have been yours!
You sobbed loudly to the night sky, who were you kidding tomorrow it would all be over. Granted it never really began. The truth was always there before you, mocking you! Your chest tightens as tried to keep your sobs quieter when you heard someone, a guard maybe, moved behind the door.
You only wished, you only wish that in some world, some place in time you could have Noctis for your own.
You moved over to the railing, looking to the lovely waterways beneath the city while helping Lunafreya plan her wedding you had managed to convince her into adding a few things that you loved as well if it was your wedding.
“This is where you went, young one?”
“Gentiana.” You called to your sister ’s guardian trying to clean and dry your face.
The woman smiled that haunting smile to you as she approached you, “You know, there is a story of a young woman in love who braved the waters of Leviathan to be with the one she adored. Leviathan took pity on this young woman and gave her to Shiva to deliver to young maiden to her beloved. The thing is her beloved had died in her world, and she was torn from him.”
You stepped back, as you noticed the frost on the blossoms around you, you always knew that Gentiana was more powerful than she let on “What happen to her?”
“As she had such a pure heart, so full of love and so selfless the goddesses sent her to a place far away. To a place familiar, but also different, one where her burning heart would get the peace it deserved.” Gentiana replied approaching you.
You flinched feeling Umbra and Pryna brush against your sides, you glanced to the dogs for just a moment, only to notice the woman had disappeared. Only to turn as you felt a cold breeze on your back, spinning around as you gasped backing up before you were the two goddesses. You quickly bowed to the ground, eye adverted from the goddess before you.
“Don’t hide little one, we can give you Noctis,” Leviathan called.
You looked at the larger goddess, “You can?”
“You will have to leave here, and places will change, it will be as if you were never born in this realm.”
You thought it over, this way Lunafreya and Ravus couldn’t mourn you as you were never born. You looked to the humanoid goddess before you, her hand out. You moved across the balcony, placing your hand on the blue hand, allowing her to pull you forward and then off the balcony. You glanced back to Pryna and Umbra before being whisked off.
*
“Wake up! Y/N!”
You groaned you had a dream, it was horrid! only bits and pieces remained in your mind, of destruction and the death of so many. Still, as you were brought further into the waking world you forgot it more and more.
What you couldn’t forget was this person currently hitting you repeatedly with a pillow. You dragged the comforter over your head with a whine, “Nooo.”
“Y/N wake up, I’ll go get Pyrna.”
You huffed, only to have the dog in question landing on you and doing her best impression of CPR, “I’m up, I’m up.”
You were greeted by your elder sister laughing, “Figured you wouldn’t want to sleep through Noctis and the others arriving.”
“Arriving?” You inquired, didn’t they arrive yesterday?
Lunafreya smiled, as she helped you from the bed, “Leave it to you and you’d sleep through your wedding.”
“Wedding?”
Lunafreya laughed, tapping your forehead, “Are you awake yet, come on get a bath.”
You watched as Lunafreya and Pryna left you to get ready, only to find Umbra still there holding a notebook within his mouth. This was Lunafreya’s and Noctis journal, only then did you notice that the book wasn’t the red it normally was but a beautiful blue. As you flipped through the pages you found that it was your handwriting exchanged with Noctis. A phases explaining that you couldn’t wait to visit him in a few days, and him in return excited to see you. You turned to a bookcase within your room, originally filed with knickknacks from Lunafreya’s travels, but quite a few of the shelves had different volumes of the notebook within your hands.
As you sat there, new memories appeared, of a younger Noctis, of you and your family, of memories that were yours but at the same time not. You looked to the dog waiting at your feet, “It worked? I thought it was a dream.” You muttered slipping from the bed, to go and take a shower.
As you dressed your dress a little tighter than the dresses that you were familiar with, walking the familiar halls of Tarabene. It had become a second home back where you were from, as Ravus moved you to the neutral ground when the Fall of Insomnia happened. It was still early so your family was more than likely in the morning garden, as you followed Umbra to the garden you stopped in your tracks.
“Y/N, sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Mother.” You cried, as you rushed forward, gathering the woman in a tight hug. You had very vague memories of your mother as she passed when you were much younger, but this was her! She was here!
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Queen Sylva smiled, stroking your face and drying your tears. “Ravus hand me a handkerchief please.”
You hugged your mother tightly, you honestly didn’t wish to let go. Wait, if she was still alive that means that the war wasn’t happening! You allowed your mother to push you back, as she dried your face with a bright smile, Ravus and Lunafreya often told you about.
“Are you excited, Honey?” She asked, moving you to a chair as Lunafreya begun to play with your hair. Something your older sister did a lot when you were both younger.
“Excited?” You asked as Lunafreya pulled the brush through your hair into a high ponytail.
“Looks like we’ll need to cancel, shame,” Ravus stated.
“And what of the cake?” Lunafreya inquired playfully, trying a clip, realizing she didn’t like it, and begun to search for another.
“I’ll handle it,” Ravus replied.
You stared into the mirror, you looked the same way you always thought you did. You didn’t seem any different, but the memories you had they had begun to overlap, and they seemed so different! You had split birthdays with your family and Noctis, you recalled being by Noctis’s side and the announcement of your engagement. Which was only a few weeks ago if you recalled correctly. You recalled how your Mother, Lunafreya and yourself shared the role of Oracle so that none of you burden it alone, and you didn’t have to sit by and watch your dear sister kill herself. Also, Ravus didn’t seem so stress or angry, if anything he seemed more relaxed, still had a resting bitch face, but he seemed much calmer.
“There you all are.” An unfamiliar voice called, as you all turned, only to be greeted by a woman you didn’t recall, but new memories of a name and relation came to mind, it was your sister in law, Ravus’s wife. “Aranea has alerted me that Prince Noctis has currently reached city limits and should be arriving within 5 minutes.”
Ravus moved over to the woman taking her hand, “Thank you, My Treasure.”
You blushed at seeing this side of your brother, in your world he was so, you wouldn’t say Anti-Social but he wasn’t the type to think of his own romantic future. It was so sweet!
Lunafreya finally picked a small tiara for your hair, “Are you ready?”
You nodded, allowing her to help you from the vanity, only to squeal as something rushed over your feet drawing the attention of your family. You glanced down to see a little white animal at your feet.
“There you are Carbuncle,” Sylva called, as she picked up the small fennec.
You recalled in your new memories that Noctis having given you the little one as a wedding gift, as it always followed you around the Citadel when you came to visit him.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
You nodded, allowing Lunafreya and your mother to lead you down the hallways to the greeting room. You felt nervous, but according to your memories, your relationship with Noctis was one that was actually based on love and understanding. Not something that was forced together by the council! You actually had a life with him, so you should be ready.
But you weren’t this version of you, at least you weren’t this version of you before, but this was your life now. This was who you were, now! You couldn’t go back to that old world! Your knees knocked as you sat down holding tightly to Lunafreya’s hand, you free hand petting Carbuncle’s back as the little one chirped and purred at you.
“Are you certain your okay?” Lunafreya asked.
You panicked, seems you didn’t get your siblings confidence in this world either, “What if he doesn’t like me?”
“He’d better.” Ravus scoffed.
“Ravus, honey.” His wife giggled, as she turned to you. “I felt the same way when Ravus and I married. Noctis loves you so much, Y/N, you have no reason to be worried.”
You tried to believe your sister in law, only to find yourself holding tightly to Lunafreya’s hand as Aranea walked in. She was definitely not your the one from your world, she wasn’t in her armor but still looked like she could kill you with a caviar spoon if someone crossed her, but she didn’t look so pent up.
You nervously stood as the Lucian royalty moved into the room, only to see Noctis walk in beside King Regis, who looked so healthy.
“Noctis…” You muttered softly, as Lunafreya gave you a slight nudge to get you moving forward. You did so awkwardly, only to reach out your hands automatically, your body acting on memories of this world’s you. Only to smile as Noctis placed his hands within yours quickly. Only for those blue eyes that you wished to hold love for you and you alone stared into your soul. You felt a small snap as all your memories from this world crashing down on you in under a moment.
Those clear blue eyes held everything! The love you always wanted for yourself, the hope, the respect, the affection. You were drowning in this moment, as your body lead you through the motions that was your story! You held tightly to the man’s arm, as you greeted the others and watched as Lunafreya seemed to be flirting with a man you didn’t recall from your world, but in this one, the name Nyx came to mind. You needed to request for Noctis, your husband to be! To have Nyx escort Lunafreya all day tomorrow there was obviously a relationship happening there.
Through a late lunch, you felt your cheeks hurt as you smiled so brightly to your family. To your Noctis that held your hand underneath the table the entire time. You were so happy this one wasn’t a false one.
“Y/N, Sweetheart,” Sylva called, you hated to turn your eyes away from Noctis. “Why don’t you show Noctis where we’ll be holding the reception?”
You blinked in confusion, before nodding with a soft smile, a romantic walk with Noctis! How beautiful! Noctis helping you to stand as you were escorted out the room by himself and his three friends, at least Prompto, Ignis, and Gladiolus hadn’t changed. You led the four men to the large garden surrounded by fountains and so many beautiful flowers.
“Is that where you’re saying your vows, Y/N?” Prompto inquired, pointing towards a long walkway in the middle of a grand lake.
“Yes.” You smiled, you were always fond of these three and the memories you had here told you that you had all bonded rather nicely.
“We should ensure that it is up to standard protocols, wouldn’t wish for anything to happen on your perfect day,” Ignis stated.
“You’re right Iggy, come on Prompto.” Gladiolus chuckled, his arm wrapped around the blonde as he dragged the smaller man to the walkway.
You blinked in confusion as the men walked down the garden path, they hardly ever left Noctis side. At least not super far away, if you recall correctly. Only to turn as you felt Noctis give you a slight tug of the hand, and then began to lead you down the walkway. Beyond a large arch, and helping to lift you and your dress over the small waterway, to a beautifully hidden gazebo of flowers. You watched in confusion as he looked around before smiling as he pulled you forward, pressing his lips to your own.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since we got here.” He smiled pulling back, a blush lining his cheeks.
You blinked, your brain fried as you reached forward cupping his cheeks as you pulled him forward again. Already addicted to these kisses, and you would get a lifetime of them in less than a days time.
*
Your dress was lovely! Absolutely perfect! When you turned around after the finale of everything and 30 minutes to walking down the aisle, you honestly started crying so hard along with your mother, you went through 2 boxes of tissues, and had decided on waterproof makeup, so you didn’t have to touch up again.
“It’s so perfect. I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, as Lunafreya help set your makeup again. “Ravus, you can still carry me right?”
Ravus chuckled, as he moved over to you, lifting you from your chair, “No matter how big you get, you’ll always be my baby sister. I’ll make certain you make it to your groom.”
You hugged him tightly, he wouldn’t be walking you down the aisle unfortunately as the walkway was rather narrow with your huge dress, but it helped that your family would all be there. Your morning moved quickly and you tried to recall the last time you were this happy in either world.
“15 minutes, Y/n.” Your sister in law called from the other side of the door.
“We’ll return shortly.” Sylva smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, followed by Lunafreya, Ravus and your sister in law.
You took a deep calming breath, only now realizing that you were in the room with Pryna, Umbra, and Carbuncle. A moment to reflect on your life, and just how happy you were, only to turn as you saw something out the corner of your eye.
“Shiva, Leviathan.” You cheered, stepping to the balcony, worried about everyone seeing Leviathan, who could miss the large goddess?
“Is this what you wished, young one?” Shiva inquired.
You beamed brightly,“Yes, thank you for everything.”
Shiva smiled softly, “I wish you a happy and full life.”
You curtsied to the two goddesses, as Shiva floated forward pressing a kiss to your forehead. Leviathan leaning over the balcony, resting the tip of her beak against your cheek. “Thank you again for everything.”
You watched the two disappear as you were called from the door, turning to Umbra as he handed you, your bouquet. As you moved to your walkway, to meet your husband, you hardly felt your old memories disappear from your previous world, each step down towards your husband, you felt yourself become lighter and happier.
As you were presented your vows, your life given to your husband, your dreams coming true, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as your eternity was sealed with a kiss.
Your life was going to be fine because you had Noctis in it!
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