#The Demon Princes Who Didn't Like Musicals
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Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 3
Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, male! MC and crushing! male! NES (MC x NES)
How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 1 , Part 2
Masterlist
CW: Solomon is mentioned, jealous and mean brothers, black cat x golden retriever behavior i think, one single kiss, a bit ambiguous at the end, not very angsty really, NES x MC centered
A/N: my favourite version of NES and MC by far, I enjoyed writing this a lot. However, my pc came out as homophobic and decided not to connect to any WiFi for this chapter, so I won't be able to update the links nor the masterlist until next week. Also, some people aren't properly tagged once again because I can't find their blogs for some reason?? So so sorry for that, but I don't know what to do about it.
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NES was… someone they didn't expect. Unknowingly infuriating, always distracted and too unbothered to care about any of his surroundings. He was a disaster that enjoyed living in disaster and, if they weren't threatened by his presence, Satan and Belphegor would love his insolence.
Barbatos remembered an occasion, one moment from the second week of NES's attendance at RAD, where Lucifer gave him an earful for his ‘impropriety and insulting attitude towards the uniform’. Mammon had been there too, shirt out of his pants and jacket nowhere near closed, backing his brother up.
NES’s pristine appearance lasted only two periods before MC saw him chocking under his tie and laughed at him in sympathy. After that, he'd only wear the uniform ‘the Lucifer way’ if MC was there to eventually mess up the outfit.
And how could the eldest brother object to that?
“They need to loosen up, Lucifer”
MC always had the last word.
Solomon found the situation hilarious. Witnessing the brothers competing against each other in search of MC's attention was one thing, but adding NES to the equation? Yes, Barbatos had to somewhat agree. It was funny.
Who had been cooking for hours in the kitchen if not NES trying to make a quick snack for his fellow human? And who was the first one to leave the House of Lamentation each morning, already waiting next to MC’s seat by the time everyone else arrived?
Mammon called him a simp. Asmo liked to call them both the kettle and the pot.
And while, yes, Lucifer was the one and only Avatar of Pride, none of the brothers were able to admit just how big of a deal NES was becoming.
When would it be too late?
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The Demon Prince's birthday arrived and the mandatory celebration was as grandiose as one could expect. Everything was bright and full of laughter, the streets cramped with food stalls, demons and witches alike throwing mesmerizing magic tricks for the children, acrobats, costumes, music…
At one point MC considered handcuffing himself to NES. Even Luke was easier to manage!
Fortunately, Beel ended up finding him playing darts with a succubus and her partners. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be the only one who wanted to check if he was okay.
It was becoming… draining.
Not NES, of course. Sure, he was a handful, but none of his mistakes were intentional. Everything he did came from naiveness and ignorance, being new to the Devildom, and what he lacked in common sense he made up in enthusiasm.
At least he didn't steal his valuables and he’d never threatened to kill him or eat his heart, something MC still thought about frequently. The worst thing NES ever did to him was throw them both to the ground when he tried to slide on the floor at full speed. And he still apologized for that from time to time.
Did the brothers ever apologize for all the things they did or said? The way they used to look at him? He couldn't remember.
Now they were doing the exact same thing to NES. Treating him like an unwanted guest instead of the roommate they insisted on having, turning down every single one of his ideas, including the good ones, and very passively threatening him in a condescending tone, as if they could impress MC with that.
Maybe it was a demon thing? Or rather regular jealousy brought to a dangerous level?
Whatever the reason, MC didn't waste any time sitting them in the living room and chewing the hell out of them, something that enraged Lucifer and put a strain in their relationship, still making it difficult to make small talk, but of course none of them would back down. The rest of the brothers weren't so obvious showing their annoyance, but it was still there.
The good thing was that, as long as MC was there, NES wouldn't be the receiving end of any bullshit. The bad thing was that MC didn't know what was going on behind his back. And NES, bless his soul, was never willing to tell him if any of them made him uncomfortable.
It was draining and NES gave him a sense of peace, but the brothers missed him and they wanted to monopolize his time, but MC wanted to spend time with his new friend and that made the brothers angry and jealous, which made MC anxious, which made NES worry.
Every factor made the situation worse. The brothers were too much, NES was too good for the Devildom and MC was too done with everything.
However, the time passed surprisingly fast as they sang Happy Birthday to Diavolo, eating in the midst of it all, dancing with each other and talking like they used to do before the ridiculous ordeal, albeit with a subtle tension that limited their topics of conversation.
They even ignored NES! Which was better than any other option!
So, once the voices toned down and the guests divided themselves into small groups, MC forced himself to whisk Diavolo away for a moment and have a serious talk, Barbatos following close and listening with a curious glance.
That proved to be nothing but a waste of time.
“It's too soon to take conclusions, MC. I'm sure the brothers just need time. After all, remember your first year here!”
He did remember. That's why he was so worried.
And why did Diavolo talk to him like that? He was 100% sure Lucifer insulted NES to no end anytime he had more than one horn of Demonus. What did they call NES in the privacy of their office? What did they think while they talked to him and faked respect? What were they plotting when they looked MC in the eyes and promised him they wouldn't threaten NES anymore?
Too many lies.
“Alo?”
But then… NES smiled so easily… Like none of that bothered him. Luckily, MC didn't mind caring in his behalf. He wondered if being able to save someone from the fate he had last year was the root of all his actions.
“You look so worried, you're gonna get all wrinkly! Not like you'd look bad, but if you're going to have wrinkles, won't you rather have them in your eyes? Like, from smiling too much, you know?”
He did smile then, imitating NES’s caring expression.
“There you are, handsome! You're gonna be the envy of all in 90 years!”
“Do you really think I'm going to live that much?”
“God, I hope so”
They laughed softly, but it still sounded too loud. MC looked out for the brothers, checking their positions in the ballroom before grabbing NES’s hand and dragging him to one of the balconies. He preferred not having the moment tarnished.
“Good idea! Too hot in there…"
“Don't lie to me”
“Wha…?”
MC stared at him quite sternly, although trying not to look to much like Lucifer, but he needed an answer.
“Do they still bother you? Do they threaten you? Do they ignore you? What do they do?”
“Whoa, whoa, MC. Here comes the frown again…”
He raised his hands, caressing MC’s frown until it softened. His touch was warm and soft and it made MC lean towards him, not wanting it to end. When he opened his eyes again, unknowingly closing them before, NES stayed in that position.
There was silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by the violins, the harps, the pianos and other instruments serenading them under the moonlight. NES could only stare at MC’s lips for a fragment of a second before someone grabbed the scruff of their necks with poorly hidden aggressiveness and brought them back to the ballroom.
MC raised his gaze in fury, bending down to help NES get up again. He expected to see red eyes and black feathers, but, to his surprise, what stared back at him were purple eyes and a long bovine tail.
He wanted to scream at him, to ask what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Would he had acted the same if it was one of his brothers instead of NES? Would he had such hate in his eyes?
But people were staring, very obviously amused at the sight of two humans being put back in place.
MC would have to wait.
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“NES! What happened?!”
MC watched as the boy waved at him, hanging upside down where Mammon usually spent countless hours. His arms were tied behind his back and the rope covered his body in a way that surely left no room for the blood to circulate properly. His head already looked dangerously red and MC knew he couldn't leave him there for too long unless he wanted him to have permanent damage.
“I think I failed my last test, but I don't really remember”
“What do you mean you don't remember?”
“Well, I'm very dizzy right now, but I'm sure it's okay. Lucifer will get me out of here soon enough”
Or he won't.
MC sighed, cursing in silence before studying the thick ropes and the tight knots. He knew he wouldn't be able to untie him by hand and he wouldn't be surprised if the kitchen suddenly lacked knives, no doubt the result of Lucifer's pettiness and sadism.
“Wait for me here, okay? I have to get something to cut the ropes…”
“Wait, wait! MC!”
He turned around, patiently staring at his loopy smile and cloudy eyes. He couldn't wait for too long, but maybe he could indulge a couple of minutes.
“What?”
NES briefly looked away, his embarrassment gaining MC’s attention. Now that was a rare sight.
“Have you seen Spiderman?”
His heart stopped for a second and he felt his cheeks getting hot. His hand, previously grasping his hip, fell to his side and made him lose balance.
“You can say no, of course. We can forget about this and I won't get offended. A little sad maybe, but I can manage. I like you too much to stop liking you for a kiss. Does that sound weird? You get me, right?”
His rambling gave MC the opportunity to go down a couple of steps in the staircase and align his face in front of NES’s. The position was weird and staring at his chin was an experience he didn't know he would get the chance to live, but he didn't care.
It wasn't until he finally kissed him mid-sentence that he noticed a figure peeking around the corner, eyes staring without blinking and jealousy ready to made itself known.
Accepting the challenge, MC closed his eyes and grasped NES’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
Dinner that night would be fucking awkward.
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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)
Warnings: Smut, Semi-public sex, Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo
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To say Diavolo was lonely a majority of his life was an understatement. A gross one at that.
He didn't have any friends growing up. Hell, it took a lot of convincing just to get Barbatos to stick around. His father was strict when he was present, very cold-blooded, especially toward his only son. One would argue that Diavolo got the worst of his father's cruelty; that is, if the demon king didn't sentence a hefty amount of demons to a torturous end in the dungeons.
The feeling of relief that had washed over him when his father had decided to rest below the Devildom was apparently new to him. It was as if the last of his chains had been broken off and he could finally execute the first few steps of his plan.
Peace among the realms.
It'd taken longer than he'd originally intended, but after the arrival of the seven brothers, he was taking more action. With Lucifer by his side, he finally established the foreign exchange program that allowed students from the Human and Celestial realms attend school in the Devildom.
That's when he met you.
You were a peculiar little lamb. A lamb with the instincts of a tiger.
He saw so much in you, yet he still found you hard to read.
Curiosity was what reeled him in most.
You were what made him want more.
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"Dia,"
Your voice drove him absolutely wild. It was sweet like honey, and it was music to his ears. And when you said his name like that, the nickname you gave him, it only made him crave you more.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, thumbs tracing circles on your sides as he pulled you closer to him, eyes sealed shut, and tongue exploring your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, RAD uniform becoming more and more undone the more intense the situation became.
You pulled away once you felt your lungs clench, panting heavily as your glazed eyes met his. A string of saliva connected the two of you, only disappearing once Diavolo's lips chased yours once more. Hands roaming down to grasp your thighs, he lifted you up effortlessly and gently sat you down on the teacher's desk of the empty classroom the two of you occupied.
You placed a hand on his chest and pulled away momentarily. "Dia, here?" You asked softly, a dark red blush dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
Diavolo reached up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you. "If you wish to save this for another time, I'll gladly oblige, MC." His mouth spoke one thing, but his body spoke another. His gaze so starving, full of lust and admiration, his hands quivering as to not rip open the top of your uniform, and the tent in his pants serving as hard evidence to his actual desires. He didn't want to stop, but he would had you asked.
Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into another heated kiss. Who were you to deny the prince of the Devildom anyway?
Diavolo's hands traveled upward, pulling down the top coat of your uniform to your shoulders and unbuttoning the top of your blue button-up blouse.
You glance at the clock with hazy eyes. You had less than twenty minutes until lunch ended, you needed to make this quick if you wanted to have time to clean up before the next class got here.
His mouth latched onto your left breast, biting down ever so gently to leave barely-visible marks. Your hands reached down to his pants and cupped his bulge, letting out a small whine as his teeth nibbled gently on your nipple. "Dia, no time," You whimpered out softly, hands fumbling to undo his belt.
The prince only grunted in response, kissing up your chest and sinking his teeth into the flesh that connected your shoulder to your neck. His hands moved down to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.
He pushed your skirt up, fingers grazing over your clothed slit before pushing the crotch of your panties to the side. "Quick... Quick..." He murmured out, one of his hand gripping your thigh tightly to hold it in it's place, far away from the other. You felt the tip push against your entrance and whimpered. You hadn't taken him without preparation before, but considering how soaked you were down there, there was a chance you'd be fine.
If he wasn't so damn big.
You took a moment to mentally curse his length before you felt him pull you against him, thrusting his hips forward. His free hand came up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your near-on scream as he bottomed out. "Fuuuuck," He groaned out as your walls enveloped him, welcoming his cock with their warmth.
You were trying to keep yourself up right with one hand on the desk and the other draped over his shoulder, as well as trying to relax. There was only the slightest bit of pain, but it had subsided rather quickly. Despite this, Diavolo remained still, lust-filled eyes glued to your face, as if waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. Slowly, your teary eyes met his, tongue pressing flat against his palm.
A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his hips back. You let out soft pants against his hand as you felt his cock pulling slowly out of your cunt. He snapped his hips forward, again, and again.
Your cries and whimpers were muffled against his hand, nails digging into his shoulder and scraping against the desk.
"My Queen, I can't help but feel that you're enjoying this situation," He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer to tease you with proximity, as well as his voice. "Do you like it when I silence you?" Your eyes squeezed shut as your cheeks burned, walls clenching around his cock, which slammed brutally into your pussy. "Do you like the risk of getting caught?"
You whined against his hand. Pushing your leg toward you, your knee almost pushing against your breast, he fucked into you at a newly gained angle, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. The hand that was on the desk went to rub circles on your puffy clit as your walls squeezed around his cock.
Diavolo moved his hand away from your mouth, your moan bouncing off of the walls of the empty room. "Dia, I'm-" You whimpered out only to be cut off by the demon leaning forward to press his lips to yours.
You walls convulsed, your nails clawing at his shoulder as your orgasm hit you hard. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth, his hips rutting against yours faster, pace stuttering a little before he stilled. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt, tip pushing against your cervix as his cum shot into you, filling your womb and painting your walls. Diavolo pulled away with a small groan, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you.
Heavy pants escaped the both of you, one of your hands reaching up to tangle itself in his red hair. The prince looked down, letting out a small sigh in bliss as he adjusted your panties, not wanting his hard work to go to waste and leak out of you. You shuddered a bit, batting your lashes at him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you," He said softly, hand grasping yours and intertwining your fingers with his.
With a smile, you let out a small chuckle in response and pecked him gently on the lips. "I love you too."
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It'd been roughly a month since you'd left his realm. Diavolo probably cried the most when you left, and he'd been longing for you ever since he saw you go. His bed felt a lot bigger now, a lot emptier. He'd find himself texting your D.D.D. only to realize you don't have access to it.
He missed you so much.
"My Lord," Barbatos entered his room with a small smile on his face. "Solomon is requesting your presence. He says he has a message from MC."
This was probably the best thing he could've hoped for.
A message from you?
What did you have to say? Were you going to regale him with what you've done so far in the Human Realm through the sorcerer?
Maybe he'd get to hear how much you missed him too.
"Solomon!" He greeted as he walked into the room, embracing the white-haired sorcerer and patting him on the back. "It's great to see you! How have you been?"
The sorcerer smiled. "I've been well. How about you, Lord?"
Diavolo chuckled. "Well, I've been better. I honestly never thought I'd be so clingy. Speaking of which, how has MC been doing?"
He saw Solomon's expression change and raised a brow in confusion. "That's what I wanted to speak with you about."
The two sat down at a table, Barbatos setting down two cups of tea before them. "Ah, how do I say this?" Solomon murmured out, eyes casting down to the drink before him.
Diavolo took a sip of the tea, setting it down and looking at Solomon with stern eyes. "Is something wrong?" He asked, earning a hesitant glance from the sorcerer.
"Well, for starters... MC, she's pregnant."
Diavolo felt the world freeze around him. He paused, eyes shot wide open.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
MC was pregnant.
With his child.
A wide smile formed on his face. "Pregnant?! With my child?!" He laughed a little bit in pure joy at the thought. Diavolo could imagine it already. You, him, and your baby. Of course, the two of you had discussed it before. But it was never anything the two of you thoroughly planned for. While it was so sudden, he was excited. "When does she want me to meet with her? Is she here? Does she want me to go up there or shall we bring her to the Devildom? Actually, I don't think she should put herself through all of that work to get down here, I'll visit her myse—" "My Lord," Solomon interrupted him, florentine gaze shifting from the demon to his tea. That's when Diavolo noticed the frown on his face. His brows furrowed in confusion. "She said that... She doesn't want to keep it," Solomon said, taking a sip of his tea.
Diavolo's gaze shifted downward. He was excited, of course, because he thought he was going to have a child. But you don't want to keep it? He was definitely upset, mainly because you made the decision without consulting him. He placed his hands on his face and gently massaged his muscles with a sigh. "I suppose... I don't get a say in this situation. I'm not the one giving birth, so, whatever she wishes to do with her body is completely up to her..." He murmured out quietly. "But I would like to speak with her about it before she commits, if that's possible." Diavolo looked up at Solomon, a glint of desperation in his eyes.
Solomon met his gaze, almost deadpanning as he spoke. "MC doesn't want to see you anymore."
Diavolo's hands clasped together, pressing his forehead against his thumbs at the news. You didn't want to see him anymore? After finding out you were pregnant, he found out you didn't want to keep it, now he finds out you don't want to see him anymore?
There was a silence in the room, Diavolo's demonic aura beginning to slowly become apparent around his figure. "Did she tell you why?" He asked, voice dropping an octave.
Solomon took another quiet sip of his tea before he spoke. "She said... A lot of things. That she didn't want to live in the Devildom, she didn't want to be tied to demons in any way shape or form, et cetera, et cetera." The sorcerer, by this point, had noticed how the demonic aura around Diavolo only got more powerful. More menacing. More angry.
Barbatos placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder, meeting his glance with a smile. "I believe it's time for you to leave, Solomon. Thank you for stopping by."
Once the two left the room, Diavolo's form began to shake and shift. You didn't want to see him anymore? You didn't want any relation with the Devildom whatsoever? Why? Why didn't you tell him this sooner?
Diavolo wanted to get angry. He wanted to throw furniture around the room and break anything he could. He wanted to have an outburst, he wanted to be angry with you.
But he couldn't.
All he could do was sit there, sobbing quietly in his seat.
Where did he go wrong?
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After about eight months had passed, Diavolo found himself drowning in work of his own volition. He saw, now, why Lucifer does it. It takes him away from the world, even if it was troublesome or boring, he was focused on something else. Something other than the fact that you and his baby were gone.
As the months passed, the feeling of dread never subsided. It was never easier to handle, it never got better. It was just there. Mocking him. You were present in his mind all the time, fond memories becoming bittersweet, and sweet dreams became nightmares.
On top of that, there was this odd feeling he'd get every now and then. It made the back of his throat tingle, a shiver run down his spine, and his heart swell. Every now and then, it'd trigger a shift to his demon form. There was no pattern, no rhyme, no reason, nothing. The feeling came and went. Sometimes it'd wake him in the middle of the night, sometimes it'd be during the day.
He'd asked the royal physician about these odd occurences, only to be told it may have something to do with his genetics. Given the fact that he did get you pregnant, he could feel the connection between him and the child he'd made. That, or he could be feeling a strong connection with a magical item or relic. This information confused Diavolo because you'd gotten rid of the baby, hadn't you? To this, the physician shrugged.
Diavolo had half a mind of discussing the matter with his father in the Mausoleum, but he'd rather not wake him for such a trivial matter.
He decided that, perhaps because you were once carrying his child, you were the indirect cause.
However, over the next few months, the feeling became more intense. Once he discerned it was coming from the human realm, he'd send demons there to search for whatever it was. If it was a powerful relic, then perhaps it would be a nice asset to the Devildom. If it was you, well, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an outcome. He couldn't say that he wouldn't be overjoyed to hear from you, of course.
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"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer spoke up as the last of the student council members left the meeting room. Diavolo looked up at Lucifer with tired eyes. He was emotionally drained from the year he'd had, and it showed. "I spoke with MC when I was in the human realm."
Diavolo perked up a bit at the sound of your name. "MC?" He repeated softly. Lucifer nodded. "It appears that Solomon may have given some false information..." He said softly.
The demon prince was silent for a moment.
"What false information?"
Lucifer deadpanned at the alter in tone. He furrowed his brows upward and let out a sigh. "When I saw MC... She was accompanied by someone..."
Diavolo's demonic aura surrounded him. He'd become less and less emotionally stable since the sorcerer's visit, so his mind immediately went to you and another man. "Someone? A partner?" He asked, fist clenching on the table.
Lucifer shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "An infant... No older than three months. She had crimson red hair and eyes that resembled the gold that littered the tips of her black horns and wings." His ruby eyes opened to meet Diavolo's.
"You mean to tell me..." The red-headed royal trailed off, earning a nod from the Avatar of Pride. "Your daughter lives, my Lord."
Diavolo placed a hand over his face, trying to stop himself from breaking down then and there. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. You decided to keep it? Then why did you say you were going to get rid of it?
"However," Lucifer continued, Diavolo moving his hand so he could look at the sin before him. "MC expressed that she was unaware of what the sorcerer told you. That it was not her original message. I would suggest—" "We'll discuss the topic of Solomon at a later date, Lucifer." Diavolo interrupted him. "If Solomon lied, we need to find out why. But right now, I need to prepare."
Lucifer raised a brow. "Prepare for what, my Lord?"
Diavolo glanced up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath before sighing heavily.
"For my trip to the human realm. I need to confirm something."
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"My Lord," Barbatos called out to him, knocking on Diavolo's door. He looked up at the door, holding Selene close to him instinctively. "MC is awake."
Barbatos led the demon prince down the hallway, the red-head supporting Selene's head so she could look around the castle. He smiled at her curious eyes, gently cooing at her. The door to the room you were residing in opened, and you were sat up in the bed.
Immediately your eyes widened as you saw him and Selene. "She's okay," You said in relief. Diavolo looked up at you and nodded with a small, bitter smile on his face. "I can take her," You said softly, assuming that Diavolo wouldn't want to burden himself with the bundle of joy you assumed he didn't want in the first place.
Diavolo paused at the side of your bed, the door closing behind him, and Selene reaching out for you. It pained him slightly, but he handed Selene over to you. He thought you looked so pretty holding his child in your arms.
Sitting down beside you, the demon prince remained quiet as you cooed at your baby. Minutes that felt like hours of silence went by, the sound of Selene's little babbling being the only thing that kept the room from being drowned in the quiet and awkward airspace.
"MC," Diavolo spoke softly, eyes meeting yours. Both of you could see the pain in the other's eyes, all of the emotional factors of the past year, and yet, despite all of this, you could make out the glint of love for each other. Love that was thought to be broken. Quietly, Diavolo continued.
"Can we talk?"
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I saw your writing requests were open!! If you’re up for it, do you think you could do a continuation of the fall asleep headcanon you did for the brothers but write one for the dateables? The one where they react to mc falling asleep on them and then when they fall asleep on mc? :)
Thank you so much for your request ♡. Here's a link to the brothers' version.
Falling Asleep (Dateables ver.)
GN!MC x Dateables (separately)
Warnings: Accidental contact with sleep inducing substance, this is a fluffy piece so it shouldn't be that upsetting but I figured I'd tag it just in case.
Diavolo: He never gets to spend as much time with you as he'd like, so the moment he has some free time in his schedule he invites you over to the castle for tea. The two of you share a padded bench on the balcony outside his bedroom overlooking the whole Devildom. He's so surprised when you fall asleep on his shoulder, forgetting that humans don't have as much stamina as demons, and you've had almost as busy of a day as he had. His heart is so full as he watches you sleep; he's so happy that a human would allow themself to be vulnerable and fall asleep in his presence (most demons in his kingdom wouldn't feel comfortable doing something like that,) especially since that human is you.
The demon prince has been running himself ragged between his duties at RAD and drawn-out meetings with the House of Lords. He was so excited when you accepted his invitation for tea at the castle, it was the one thing helping him get through the day. He just didn't expect to fall asleep on your shoulder a few minutes after sitting down at the tea table. He wakes as the clock tower strikes the hour, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before he gives an embarrassed but booming laugh. Your presence is soothing to him.
Barbatos: He's always so busy so recently you've begun visiting the Demon Lord's castle on nights Lucifer has scheduled meetings with Diavolo so you can spend time with the butler. Tonight's "date" is in the tea room for its bi-weekly dusting, you folding napkins at the tea table while Barbatos works. The silence is comforting and companionable, punctuated by the crackling fireplace and the rhythmic sweeps of Barbatos' duster. All of that, combined with your repetitive task, you find your eyelids growing heavy; and when Barbatos turns around to tell you he's finished, he finds you asleep. A fond smile on his face, he clears the table. You wake to the scent of your favorite blend of tea brewing as Barbatos watches you rest.
It's so rare for the prim and proper butler to fall asleep on the job but he's just so tired. He worked late into the night so he could have a few hours of leasure with you (he could have asked Diavolo for some time off but he is ever diligent and prideful of his work). He's fallen asleep against his folded arms on the table, right after he set the tea to brew. You let him sleep, thankfully he taught you how to brew this particular blend of tea. He wakes with a start just as you're removing the infuser basket, blush rising on his cheeks as he utters an apology. You slide a cup of tea in front of him with a smile. It's really ok that he fell asleep, he needed it.
Simeon: On the occasion that Luke is spending the evening baking with Barbatos at the castle and Solomon is out doing who knows what, Simeon takes the opportunity to invite you to Purgatory Hall to keep him company. He finds it easier to write when you're around, something about you sparks inspiration within him. He lets you get a first look at what he's written, whether that's poetry, a short story, or part of the next installment of TSL (don't tell Levi, he'd be so jealous). He's about to hand you a finished page when he sees that you're slumped against the arm of the couch, snoring lightly. With a quiet little laugh, he covers you with a throw blanket. He loves the sound of your gentle breathing as he continues to write, it's the perfect background music.
Simeon looks up from his page as he tries to visualize a difficult scene he wants to write. You turn to comment on the page you're currently reading when his head hits your shoulder, having been lulled to sleep by the rustling of pages as you sat beside him. You let him rest and continue reading, your comment can wait. He wakes up several minutes later, smiling. In his dream, the two of you were the main characters of his story, and his unconscious mind was able to put the scene together in a satisfying way that works perfectly for what he's trying to write. He picks up his pen immediately to jot it down before the memory fades away. If you ask him about it, he'll give a playful smile and tell you'll just have to wait until the next volume of TSL comes out. It's a secret... for now.
Solomon: You're in his room, helping him extract nectar from Night-Blooming Poppies to use in a potion when you accidentally rub your eyes. Suddenly you begin to feel drowsy, a known side effect from the flowers and you begin to panic, reaching for Solomon. He'll calmly reassure you that the flower is potent but harmless and that he'll be right here when you wake up. He holds you tightly as you drift off to sleep, whispering soothing spells in your ear, it's the least he can do to comfort you. Besides, you feel so perfect in his arms.
He's working quickly to extract the nectar from the flowers and enjoying his time with you when pollen from a particularly stubborn bloom sprays into his eyes. He tries to shrug it off but soon his speech is slurring as sleep begins to overtake him. Concerned, you try to keep him upright, asking him what you should do. He tells you the effects will only last a little wh... And he's out. You do your best to slide his unconscious body to the floor, letting him use your lap as a pillow as you wait for the pollen to wear off. He can't help the way his heart beats faster when the first thing he sees upon waking is the face of his adorable apprentice.
#this ended up better than the brothers' version imo#sometimes writing at 3 am is worse#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#diavolo obey me#barbatos obey me#simeon obey me#solomon obey me#obey me fluff#obey me x gn reader#obey me x gn mc
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The Pull: Steddie x Succubus reader
Summary: You move to Hawkins after spending the last decade in New York City hoping to have a peaceful and quiet next few years flying under the radar only feeding when necessary and making everyone you spend a night with forget you. But when you arrive, you feel a pull from two men like you’ve never felt before. As soon as you feel it you know flying under the radar here wasn’t going to cut it, you had to find them. Masterlist.
Warnings: Not very many for this chapter, sexual themes, language. But future chapters will have rough smut, dom/sub dynamics, M/M/F threesome, demon sex, and I’ll probably add more once I post the actual chapters.
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Also this is my first fic not only in this fandom but in MANY years so please be nice to me, feedback would be amazing too I’d love to hear what people think. I hope you enjoy!🖤 (also shout out @bimbobaggins69 for helping me understand how to format my fic on here and giving me the confidence to do so🥺)
You watched them quietly, perched on a tree branch outside the window of the large house. They were both sprawled out on the bed, still naked after they had just been ravaging each other moments ago. The longer haired one with the tattoos on his chest who looked like he just walked out of an MTV music video ran his fingers through the hair of the other boy, who looked like some kind of Prince Charming in a fairy tale. They were an odd pair, you thought, that was part of what drew you to them. The stark contrast of light and dark, both ends of the spectrum. Over the time you had been watching them you’d noticed a few things about them, the tattooed boy was very dominant when they were intimate with each other he was very much in charge, but the few times when you braved watching them out in public you noticed that Prince Charming was much more level headed and in control of his partner. It seemed they balanced each other out well despite their physical differences.
That’s not truly what drew you to them though, when you first felt them you didn’t even know what they looked like yet. You had just arrived in Hawkins, a small town in Indiana, a fresh start. You had spent almost the entire last decade in New York, under your latest identity but the people around you changed, aged, and you didn't, so before they noticed you would move on, again and again for as long as you can remember you have existed this way. Indiana is a state you’ve yet to live in, and having spent the last ten years in busy New York you choose a quaint small town to settle and the moment you drove past the welcome to Hawkins sign you could sense them.
You had never felt a pull like this before, so you immediately followed it, and what you found was two very attractive young men who were absolutely enthralled with each other, but each of them had something they desired, something they felt was missing… a woman. They wanted a woman to join them, you could feel their need and their want to share that with each other. Not that their sex life wasn’t phenomenal because it was, if it was just any two human males wanting to find a third you wouldn’t feel it this strongly but these two were passionate and they were extremely horny just from watching them you felt like you were gaining energy every time. But watching was getting old, you hadn’t fed since you arrived in town almost a week ago, no one could measure up, you needed them and you needed them soon.
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The next day you sat in the small apartment you had charmed the property manager into giving you the keys for trying to come up with a plan. You had two options, you could either just burst into their house and tell them the truth about who and what you were (which you’ve never done you aren’t sure what it is about them that has you even considering it) OR you can run into them in public, stage a meeting and go through the motions of getting them into bed with you without telling them what you were and erasing yourself from their memories after.
Option one was sounding better and better… you never had a desire to be with the same person twice, no one ever having a long lasting effect on you, so why do these two boys who you have yet to even speak to have you reconsidering that? You needed to know.
So you made a decision, probably a stupid one, but a decision nonetheless. Getting dressed in a short skirt and a tight tank top, you slipped your shoes on and walked out the door. Before you could talk yourself out of it you got in your car and drove in the direction of the large house you’ve spent so much time outside of recently, determined to be on the inside this time.
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“Babe, I’m telling you, I saw that girl again yesterday when we were walking out of the arcade with the kids! I don’t know how you haven’t noticed her ANY of the times? We have a hot stalker and you’re oblivious” Eddie said with a huff plopping down on the couch next to his boyfriend
Steve scoffs “Dude, babe, we do NOT have a stalker, let alone a hot one. It’s probably just a girl you haven’t seen before that has HAPPENED to be in the same place as us a few times”
“No Steve, I’m TELLING you, this girl was watching us, I looked over at her and she just kept staring right at me and didn’t even move or blink dude it was like she was a statue. The most gorgeous statue I’ve ever seen but still, a statue”
“Okay? So a pretty girl stared at you and now she’s stalking us??” Steve looked at his boyfriend with an amused smile on his face before laughing
Eddie rolled his eyes “I don’t know why you’re laughing at me, I already told you I also saw her at the store when we were grocery shopping in the parking lot, and I saw her outside the diner the next day. I’m NOT crazy dude she is REAL”
“Okay, fine, say she IS real, why would she be stalking US?” This makes Eddie think for a moment because why would she be stalking them? He’s not sure.. but he knows he really wants to find out next time he sees you. “Okay that’s a good point but still, I’m gonna try and talk to her next time I see her”
“Yeah okaaay Eds if she’s real I’m sure you’re really gonna chat her up with your lady killing skills” Steve snorted
“You know WHAT HARRI-“ He was cut off by the sound of the door bell “whose that? I didn’t think we were expecting anyone?”
“We weren’t, I’ll go see who it is” Steve said as he got up to walk to the door. When he opened it to say he was surprised would be an understatement, one of the prettiest girls he’s EVER seen, maybe the actual prettiest girl he’s ever seen is standing on his doorstep looking at him with the sweetest look he’s ever seen.
“H-hi, can I help you?” He asked, and before you could answer you heard loud footsteps come bounding into the entryway “Babe, who's at the door-“ he’s stopped in his tracks because standing there, living and breathing and very real was YOU, the girl who he keeps seeing everywhere, who has been haunting his dreams, standing on their doorstep.
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic recs#eddie munson smut#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steddie x reader smut#steddie x reader#steddie#steddie x succubus!reader#fic rec#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x fem!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader
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2024 Best Musical World Cup Alphabetized List
Listed below is the 128 musicals that have qualified for the 2024 Best Musical World Cup Bracket.
& Juliet
25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
35MM: A Musical Exhibition
A Chorus Line
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder
A Little Night Music
A Strange Loop
American Idiot
Amélie
Anastasia
Annie
Annie Get Your Gun
Assassins
Avenue Q
Bare: A Pop Opera
Beauty and the Beast
Beetlejuice
Billy Elliot the Musical
Bonnie and Clyde
Bring it On
Cabaret
Camelot
Carrie
Cats
Chess
Chicago
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Come From Away
Company
Death Note: The Musical
Dreamgirls
Elisabeth
Evita
Falsettos
Fiddler on the Roof
Firebringer
Frankenstein: A New Musical
Fun Home
Funny Girl
Ghost Quartet
Godspell
Grease
Guys and Dolls
Hadestown
Hair
Hairspray
Hamilton
Heathers
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Hello, Dolly!
Holy Musical B@man!
How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying
In The Heights
Into the Woods
Jekyll and Hyde
Jesus Christ Superstar
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Kinky Boots
La Cage aux Folles
Legally Blonde
Les Misérables
Little Shop of Horrors
Little Women
Man of La Mancha
Mary Poppins
Matilda
Mean Girls
Merrily We Roll Along
Monty Python's Spamalot
Moulin Rouge
My Fair Lady
Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
Nerdy Prudes Must Die
Newsies
Next to Normal
Oliver
Once
Once on this Island
Parade
Pippin
Ragtime
Rebecca
Rent
Ride the Cyclone
School of Rock
Seussical
Shrek the Musical
Singin' in the Rain
Six
Something Rotten
Spies Are Forever
SpongeBob SquarePants: The Broadway Musical
Spring Awakening
Starlight Express
Starry
Starship
Sunday in the Park with George
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Sweet Charity
Tanz der Vampire / Dance of the Vampires
The Addams Family
The Book of Mormon
The Color Purple
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
The King and I
The Last Five Years
The Lightning Thief
The Lion King
The Music Man
The Phantom of the Opera
The Prince of Egypt
The Producers
The Rocky Horror Show
The Secret Garden
The Sound of Music
The Trail to Oregon!
The Wiz
The Wizard of Oz (1987)
Tick Tick Boom
Tuck Everlasting
Twisted: The Untold Story of A Royal Vizier
Urinetown
Waitress
West Side Story
Wicked
You're A Good Man Charlie Brown
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Honora Patrem tum [pt.3]
[Pt.2]
1 year since the first Simmy fic! Thanks to all 200 followers who encouraged me to continue this blog and thanks to all those who left a comment or a like to my works! ❤
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Your life here wasn't getting better. Absolutely not.
But at least you were making progress with your body.
Today, for the first time, you were able to stand. Alone. Without Simmy's help.
Sure, you'd only managed to do it for a couple of seconds before falling back on your back onto the mat, but you'd managed it.
It was a goal you had both been trying to reach for the past few days.
At first you were too scared to take your first steps, you knew how unstable you were and you had fallen on your face just from standing up too quickly once. Luckily you were on the soft carpet the angel had placed for this situation, but your face confirmed that you could still feel the floor underneath. Sure, it didn't hurt that much, just a light bump, but the shock of learning that your balance and strength were still so compromised was enough to make you sob into Simmy's arm.
From that moment on you clung with all the strength you had to every object you could hold on to: a piece of furniture, the bars of the baby box, a daddy's hand. You didn't know if you felt more babyish "walking" like this or crawling as usual.
You were playing looking at your stuffies while sitting in the baby playpen. The angel was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Weaning was going well, you had a few more days of vomiting, but now your tummy was quite used to solid food (as much as soups and soft food might be considered solid). You continued to receive your bottles, 3 times a day after each meal, on his lap, skin to skin. Luckily, the goodness of the milk was enough to let you ignore this detail. You appreciated how it became tastier and sweeter as the drug wore off. Maybe even too sweet.
The scent of boiling carrots and potatoes wafted from the kitchen. You recognized that he was a good cook. Part of you wondered what you would eat if other people were your daddies. You knew the cooking of the demon brothers, it wasn't bad if you kept Beel away from the kitchen. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad with Diavolo either, he would have left all the meals to Barbatos. You wonder if the prince was able to cook, but probably he won't be able to prepare even a bottle for you. Just like Solomon. The stuffed rabbit in your hand told you that you were lucky you weren't with Solomon and you nodded at him. You continued to talk to him for a little more, remembering when he cooked some simple popcorn and almost burned down Purgatory Hall, when you suddently recovered to your sense and threw it against the bars of the stall. You shouldn't play with that stupid rabbit and above all you shouldn't be grateful to be here. Simeon had kidnapped you!
In a fit of childish rage, you grabbed the rabbit again, grabbed onto the chest-high bars, stood up, and threw it across the room. Soon the other stuffies followed suit, being thrown out of the baby box one after the other. They didn't go very far, you didn't have all that strength yet, but you saw them land with a light thud at least a meter away. However, it is a good progress compared to the first days.
And when all the stuffies in the box were gone, you felt so much satisfaction that you started throwing the other toys. A teething ring, a rattle, some wooden blocks that even made more noise than stuffies and reached further. You crawled around grabbing any toys that came to hand. You spotted a small xylophone and dragged it, ready to be thrown. It was a little heavier than the others, so it took more effort: you could try to throw it with both hands while sitting, but you probably wouldn't be able to use enough force to send it over the bars.
You held onto the box tightly with one hand, standing up, but the other couldn't lift the small musical instrument on its own.
How could you throw this thing? Grabbing it from one end made it too heavy, you could try from the center but your hand was too small to do it properly. You really had to use all the strength you had (and had left). With a huge effort, still holding onto the bars with one hand, you tried again to lift it from one of the legs to the end. And you actually managed to lift the xylophone a little, get it to your chest...before it started to slip from your grip. It wasn't right! You were working so hard! Just another little effort... Before the toy slipped away from you completely, you grabbed it with your other hand. He suddenly felt lighter. With a naughty smile, you felt like you could finally send it over the bars. Who knows if it would have played!
Unfortunately you didn't have the pleasure of finding out when, trying to take a step to lean out further, your legs gave out and you fell on your butt on the playpen mat. Oh, this really wasn't right! No matter how childish it may have seemed at the time, you were about to let out all your frustration in the worst way possible.
“Ooh, little lamb, were you up all by yourself?” Simmy approached you, stepping over the stuffies scattered around the room.
It was at that moment that you realized it: you had fallen because you had grabbed the toy with both hands… and you hadn't held on to the bars. You really had been standing all on your own! Oh my, you even almost managed to walk!
You started gurgling behind the pacifier. You don't even know how long you had it or why you hadn't spit it out, but at that moment you were too happy to care.
You grabbed the hands Daddy held out towards you, pulling you to your feet and lifting you into his arms. He planted a loving kiss on your forehead as he carried you to the kitchen.
“My little baby will be getting his first walkies very soon, oh yes you will.”
And as he nudged the blocks across the room with his foot, he added, "I think someone's going to need a ball to throw, too, yeah? Oh, let's hope you're not feeling frisky enough to throw your soup, too."
Oh yes you would. Okay, maybe someday later, not today…
One little step at a time.
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hey I'm not sure how asking works because it's the second time I do it and so sorry. My request would be an mc with like strict or toxic parents where they don't like to be hugged and stuff because their parents would demand hugsand get mad when not getting them and I'd like to see how the brothers react, if they respect their boundaries and stuff. I'm trans ftm but I'd wrather it being written in gender neutral so anyone who identifies with the situation can be comfortable enough
No need to apologise! I'll do my best for ya, Anon!
You'd vocalised your boundaries to Mammon first, you spent the most time with him so it was only natural, and he became your advocate.
Anyone who came close to threatening those boundaries, any time you looked even remotely uncomfortable, he was there, pushing people away, telling them to ask before laying their mits all over his human.
Of course, his brothers catch on quick.
It was Asmodeus who worried you the most at first. The Avatar of lust was rather...free with his physical affections, but he's also extremely empathetic, and the second he felt you freeze up in a panic response when he hugged you, he pulled away and started asking what he'd done wrong.
He's painfully patient, kind and supports whatever it is you want to do. If you want to explore any kind of physical contact with him, he waits for your que, say the word, and he's backing off and reverting to face masks and painting your nails.
The twins want nothing but to see you happy and comfortable. They push their beds together for movie nights so that you can have your own space. A nest, as you call it, blankets, pillows, Beel's shirt, Belphie's favourite plushy, things that smell like them.
They are still demons after all, it's their instinct to make it known that you're theirs.
Lucifer has no issue accommodating your boundaries, not because he doesn't want to hold you, but because he values time spend with you so much that he doesn't see the lack of physical affection as anything major at all.
You two sit in his office together, doing work or listening to music, just...existing in each other's presence.
Say the word, and he'll make sure any member of your family who's done you wrong never lays eyes on you ever again.
Say that word to Satan, and the Avatar of Wrath may get himself banned from the Human world for a good long while.
Satan is furious in your name, but that rage has never once overflowed to you and your boundaries. He encourages you to set them, introduces you to experts in mental health and recommends books on the subject. More than anything, he reminds you that you are not alone.
He himself sometimes struggles to just...accept affection, not for the same reasons, but he understands better than most.
Leviathan didn't know what to do with himself at first. I mean, it's not as if he was bold enough to just lay hands on you without permission, and he can't imagine why anyone would ever force that upon you.
He became quietly protective. Between he and Mammon no unwanted demon could ever get within arm's reach of you. No one touches his Henry without their say so. The Otaku prince even stood up to Barbatos once when the butler unwittingly crossed a line!
Levi almost combusted doing it-but he did it for you so it's fine!
The road to healing is different for everyone, but within the House of Lamentation, with the company of those brothers, your personal boundaries are law, pacts or no pacts.
#obey me asks#obey me x mc#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#lucifer x mc#mammon x mc#levi x mc#satan x mc#asmo x mc#beel x mc#belphie x mc
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Genuinely Zhou Ying from Tai Sui is one of the most insanity-inducing characters ever written, like
He's a prince. He's chronically ill. He eats almost nothing that isn't bland and medicinal. He hates his dad so much he wants to start a revolution to destroy him. He's born vaguely psychic and eventually becomes the closest thing his world has to omniscient. He starts his revolution by having two local politicians chopped into mincemeat, blended together, and poured out in the street. His favorite person in the world is his annoying little cousin that hides out at his house with him when he gets in trouble with his parents. He's probably a sociopath. He's murderous enough that all his servants and subordinates are scared of him. He has the same clothes made for himself every year. He founds and runs his universe's version of the CIA. He had his bones magically removed as a baby. He's a commentary on the way that psychotic and neurodivergent children are often villainized and mistreated by their caretakers. He has his bones un-removed over 20 years later. He's faking his chronic illness to cover up other, weirder chronic illness related to the bone removal and psychic thing. He loves his grandma. He purposely engineered his mother's miscarriage as a young child. He can turn himself into mist and break off chunks of his body while in mist form. He grew up with his consciousness halfway bound to a hell bubble full of demons. He has a personal assassin/assistant/general-purpose henchman that can turn into paper and ride around in his sleeve. He sometimes calls the henchman a cutesy nickname. He was partially raised by the living embodiment of emotional manipulation. He sometimes calls his annoying little cousin an even cutesier nickname. He tries to destroy the whole world in a fit of grief when he thinks his cousin's dead. He basically kills himself in order to plonk his soul into a magic mirror and see beyond the bounds of reality. He treats his own life and body as expendable assets because he was bred and raised to be a human sacrifice. He didn't speak for years as a child because the way he spoke scared his mother. His experience of the world is so alien and incomprehensible to others that a man with the power to play souls as music cannot understand his tune. He's a case study of the fact that sometimes you simply cannot save someone who doesn't want saving. He's thin and sickly from his illness but canonically beautiful. He has his father's eyes. He spoils his pet cat.
#like he's not even my favorite tai sui character#that honor goes to the main character himself mr. annoying cousin#but genuinely I have never encountered another character in fiction like zhou ying#I've written essay length posts about zy and all the ways he's similar to different characters written by the same author#but still I would say there is no character like zhou ying#he's chronically ill he's neurodivergent he's basically psychic he's kinda evil and has no empathy but is filled with love for his family#his desire to destroy the world is met by nothing but love and accepance from the protagonist. even as he stops him#he destroys himself successfully as the main character tries desperately and fails to stop him#literally no other character like him#tai sui#zhou ying#tai sui priest#priest#taisuiposting#tai sui spoilers#this post wasn't meant to be this long but I really got carried away talking about him#I love this novel#zhou ying my beloved
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Beta Huntlow
Headcanons ²
*equivalent to the first season, each one from one side of the story (golden guard YAY x chaotic criminal rebel YAY) that occasionally meets
Both too stubborn to give in in an argument or ideal, they'll never admit that they have ANYTHING in common
But curreeently they have a lot of similar things: musical taste, culinary taste, literary taste, basically the same person ☠️ which is pretty weird since Willow was under the culture of the human realm and Hunter was under the demon realm's most of his life, but it's like both Luz and Amity knowing Azura's book
Except for the styles, he's the little prince totally dolled up who spends hours polishing his armor and have clothes selected by other people of course, she's emo and wears the first thing she sees in the closet. Willow's comfortable with herself and Hunter is desperately trying to cover up his messy interior
Hunter as a golden guard here doesn't wear a mask, he's the FACE of the emperor's coven, so Willow can come to an agreement with herself that he's pretty, Hunter can also agree, he also thinks himself is pretty (ok ok let's hypothetically say he has a crush on people with glasses named Willow, just a coincidence
The two doubt each other's intelligence a lot and end up acting like fools falling into the traps of their own ego, they're better in this regard when they rarely and unwillingly work together, two heads think better than just one in the end
The evolution of cute names: "Mistress Park" and "Whatever-his-name" -> "Dear Wilsy/Sweet Low" and "Golden guy" -> "Will" and "Hunt"
Willow knows his weaknesses, she uses the most cowardly of all against him............ compare him to a D O G. blindly loyal and following an owner who offers treats or approval pats if he does a few tricks. GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!!!! did u guys know that she gave him a cute dog collar as a gift? I think it's so rude that he never used it (I like to say as if everything is canonical 'cause in my mind it is). she calls him whistling and he goes to her with droopy ears only to say he's NOT a dog and then he leaves again, with a dramatic movement of his cape
Hunter's secret identity (WHO IS ThE MOST REBEL NOW, WITCHES!!!!!) flirts shamelessly with Willow, she knows it's him. why he's so dumb. his mask (NOW he uses) didn't disguise voice. "Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams" here was his escape from the coven stuff, just being free and without responsibilities for a few hours, but it ended up becoming a little too "against the coven" when he discovered some things
"you can let me pay, it's just a kindness between old friends, don't worry" Hunter said and in the next day, while he was receiving a very direct death threat "YOU OWE ME ONE, I BOUGHT YOU COFFEE AND YOU THANK ME LIKE THAT??". a little emotional manipulation on both sides, how romantic 🥰
introverts who communicate telepathically with nods of the head. while everyone was in Grom they were outside just stopping arguing for a moment and enjoying each other's company 🥺:
"even if it's not the beeest thing in the world, it's what we have for today apparently..."
"who said it's not the best thing in the world for me? I'm having fun, currently. you're not that bad"
"wha- but I like that too! I don't mean- I just thought you wouldn't- don't laugh at me, that's shameful now..."
"first time with a girl?"
"I TALK WITH GIRLS ALL THE TIME, OKAY????
"poor them"
#toh#the owl house#hunter toh#beta au#willow park#huntlow#beta huntlow#headcanon#the classic enemies to friends to even more enemies to lovers
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Hi!
Can I request head canons with diavolo from obey me when his s/o doesn't think they have any part in ruling the devildom and it's *just* his kingdom? A s/o who doesn't want to be "queen/king of the devildom" and just wants to be his s/o? Doesn't want the title?
Yes, I absolutely can do this. I always liked the trope where it was royalty x I'm a royal but not necessarily. Now I do have to say I have quite a few ideas for this and I have gotten a request similar, so I'm going to combine them.
Diavolo x not so royal reader
Gender neutral 👍🏻
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Him and nearly everyone else were kinda shocked you didn't want to share his title or glory with him.
He'd have to explain that isn't exactly possible you are royalty by partnership, but he does his absolute best to keep you out of most affairs.
You can't say no to the parties and balls though, he will not let you unless you really don't want to.
Still refers to you with royalty titles as terms of endearment.
He will ask you to attend council meetings since your presence is required. He just lets you sit beside him and hold his hand under the table when he isn't speaking.
Since you insisted on not being publicly announced as a royal he only had a tiny coronation with himself, the angels, and the brothers. Because he just wanted to see the matching crown upon your head. Who can deny him his cute wants?
He dances with you around the whole castle wether it's actual ball dancing or just dancing to what he calls "M/C's funny human music"
Barbatos constantly gets on both of your cases for either sneaking out or doing stuff not befit for royals.
His usual polite smile was very strained when he caught you and his lord having a paintball fight in the ballroom.
"do either of you want to explain what's going on here?"
You both came to a standstill hearing the butlers voice over your head sets. Peaking out from your hiding place you saw Barbatos by the door you swore was locked with his arms loosely crossed. Across the room from you, you could see Diavolo peaking his head out from under the staircase.
"Ah Barbatos yes I was simply testing the humans reflexes nothing more." Diavolo stood out from under the stairs swinging his paintball gun to rest on his shoulder. "Isn't that right my dear?"
You blinked at him for a couple of moments before standing as well clearing your throat. "Yes that is definitely what is going on at the moment. He wanted to make sure that I could respond quickly to physical things."
Raising a eyebrow Barbatos looked at you both knowingly. "Right of course that is what is happening, then do you want to explain why exactly you have chosen these small balls with paint in them? Instead of let's say small spells."
Sighing and taking his helmet off Diavolo looked at his butler knowing he'd been caught. "Alright we were just having a little bit of human worldly fun, we will clean the mess up that we have made and get back to our duties."
Barbatos turned to the door to walk out. "Oh no I will be cleaning the mess up myself," he snapped his fingers and all the mess started slowly disappearing. "Though you both will still be doing your duties just in separate offices instead of together like normal."
You huffed in annoyance. "Oh come on that's not fair!" You started removing your gear to hand to his out stretched hands as Diavolo was doing as well.
Placing a hand on your shoulder your beloved placed a kiss on your cheek. "No it is fair we caused some damages in our game and avoided important matters, I shall see you when we finish our tasks."
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Meanwhile at the HOL
Lucifer sat at his desk smirking slightly. Because a few days prior both the demon Prince and the human had played a prank on him. Diavolo that morning had let it slip they'd having a paintball fight. "Well good keep Barbatos informed of matters that could hurt his master." He shrugged putting down his D.D.D letting out a chuckle.
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Let me know if you liked it!
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First Sight: Some Stolas x Singer!Reader Headcanons
Just a few headcanons of the first time you meet the oh-so lovely Prince Stolas. Reader's gn and while music choice is up to you, I wrote it thinking of Will Wood. Anyways, enjoy!
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• You've been working places in Greed for a while now.
• Clubs, lounges, parties, anywhere that could get you some money, really.
• The night you met him was rather ordinary, all things considered.
• You were up on stage of this lounge, singing a few low energy songs as patrons threw back drinks.
• You had just begun a new, more seductive song as rain drops pattered along the roof.
• And then he walked in.
• You knew who Prince Stolas was, mostly from the news.
• Messy affair, divorce, and what seemed to be a lot more problems as rumors of an assassination attempt against him spread.
• Naturally, he looked like a mess.
• Feathers unkempt, bags under his glowing red eyes, and an outfit thrown together without care.
• No one paid him any mind as he walked down and sat in one of the tables by the stage.
• Normally you'd keep your feelings separate from your job, but you felt bad for him.
• Not to mention he did look kinda cute.
• You also know that the guy running the lounge gave a good bonus for putting on a good show for the customers, so you did what you did best: making people feel good via music and seduction.
• You stepped off the stage, swaying your hips as you moved.
• This wasn't your first time doing something like this, far from it, to be honest.
• Stolas didn't raise his head to look at you until you were at his table.
• And boy did he pay attention when you started singing too him!
• The rest of the lounge raised their heads to watch as you gently lifted his head to look at you, faces mere inches apart.
• You didn't kiss Stolas. You could've, if you wanted to, but you didn't.
• Instead, you leaned into whisper to him.
• "Find me after I'm done."
• You got a handful of cheers as you sauntered back on stage, wrapping up the end of the song.
• The whole place clapped, ranging from half-hearted to full on applause, as you went back stage.
• Conveniently, that was your last song for the night, another demon with a guitar passing you by.
• You took a seat at one of the benches nearby. The lounge's backstage wasn't super comfy, or spacious, but it felt good to sit down atleast.
• You spent a few moments checking your phone, when you saw someone approach you.
• It was Stolas, taking you up on your offer.
• The two of you took a back door out onto the loading area, not covered from the light rain.
• He didn't seem to mind though, walking over and sitting on the edge of the platform.
• You followed suit, and you just...talked for a while.
• Usually people who you "seduce" end up taking a different offer -if you know what I mean- but Stolas just needed a shoulder to lean on.
• The two of you actually became pretty good friends that night, a little bit more than that, if you were being honest.
• Neither you nor Stolas knew whether or not entering a relationship would be a good idea. After all, Stolas still had the imp he was into, and you had your own reservations.
• The two of you did decide to go on a little trial date, though, and you couldn't wait.
• Alas, it was late and you needed to get home.
• You did give Stolas a quick kiss on the cheek before you left.
• You checked over your shoulder as you walked away.
• Damn, he was so cute when he was flustered.
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Surprise Birth- Diavolo Route
I finally got around to writing this one!
For those who may be new or simply don't remember, I originally wrote a series for most of the Boys where they and MC have a children. After starting that, I was asked to make a version where neither MC nor their lover knew about the pregnancy till MC was giving birth. I did this for all of the Brothers and now I'm doing this for Dia and MC's child.
Unlike with the original birth (which can be found here), MC's pregnancy will be no where as difficult as before and will be much more covert, hence why she doesn't know about it till she gives birth.
Also, just a warning. This Surprise Birth turned out pretty different from the other. I was really struck with inspiration so I added more world building elements to this one than I have the other. I think this was a good addition and I'm very proud of my work, but please tell me what you think!
Lucifer, Mammon, Levi | Satan, Asmo | Beel, Belphie
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MC remembers it; the night that changed everything. A night where only after it happened did she realize she knew so little about the Devildom, despite calling it her home.
Dia had just bought her a new dress for a party. It wasn't going to be a fun one, according to him. It was one of many the prince had to go to. For royalty, a party is just work under the guise of relaxation and fun. In truth, the man found them to be very draining; that's why he had asked MC to join him. At least he'd be able to spend time with her instead of secretly counting down the clock till he can leave in a polite manner.
Devil, she was nervous, but she was determined to go and support her boyfriend no matter what. And he was so excited too! He had his designer make this beautiful red lace dress. It was long, but with a deeper 'V' than she has ever worn and was cut along one side to show off her whole left leg.
(Btw the way, I love this dress so much! I'm dropping in the pics so you can see too okay bye)
She loved it--except it didn't fit. The woman really didn't realize until that moment that she actually gained weight. With hindsight, the woman wished she would have looked into why she had suddenly gained the weight, but at the time, she had no reason to think it was anything serious. She assumed that she had just been snacking too much lately.
It was so embarrassing for her to admit to her boyfriend that the dress didn't fit. After all, he went through all that trouble to have a dress be designed for her and the amount of grimm he spent on it was probably more than she could make in a lifetime.
Still, Dia didn't care at all. To him, it was such a trivial thing to have his designer make the dress a bit bigger, even though it was last minute, and he didn't care that her stomach bulged out just a little more than before. In his mind, his Queen was still gorgeous; she could weigh double what she weights now and it still wouldn't matter to him.
Diavolo was insanely sweet, as always. Once the new dress came and MC's hair and makeup was all done, the couple headed out to the party at the Abalams' estate.
She remembers being all starry-eyed at the party. Classical music being played by a live orchestra, demons of so many genders and styles wearing the most beautiful clothes (though some wore very little at all; MC thought her dress was a bit revealing, but in truth, her dress looked more conservative in comparison with the other guests' attire), food the human couldn't even identify but was actually excited to try (as long as Dia said they were safe for her to eat).
The woman was so excited...until she noticed all eyes on her. MC didn't know if it was because she was a human attending a party for the demonic elite or if it was because she was attending as the date to the literal demon prince.
Her grip on her boyfriend's arm tighten, causing him to lean in and whisper in her ear.
"My Queen, breathe. And smile. All with be fine."
The woman took a deep breathe like he told her and gave her best attempt at a smile for the other guests.
That's when a woman came into view. She was wearing...something. There wasn't a single thread of cloth on this woman. Instead, she wore an intricate series of metal and gemstones. It hid very little of her body and made a slight jingle with each step, reminding the human of a cat with a bell on their collar. Her long white hair was wrapped in two bun on her head, big enough to cover the pale horns behind them. Somehow, she gave off this air of both fitting in with her environment and contrasting with it.
"Dia!" The woman threw her arms around the prince, who smiled back.
"Lady Abalam, glad to see you're cheerful as always."
Lady Natalona Abalam, as she was then told, was a lust demon and the oldest daughter of Matriarch Abalam, a well respected pride demon.
The Abalams were one of Diavolo's biggest supporters in the Primordial Senate, a group of the oldest families in the Devildom with enough political influence to make the royal family weary.
Not too long ago (by demon standards), the Abalams and the royal family were at odds politically. The Abalams were proud members of the Aldatu faction, a political party within demonic society. They believe change is always beneficial. With change comes chaos and chaos is the path demons have walked since the beginning of time.
Back when Diavolo was growing up, his family was backing the Traditionalist faction, a political party that believed order was not just meant for the Celestial realm and could be used in small does to keep their society in line and to continue following the ways of the Old Ones.
When Diavolo's father fell into his deep slumber though, Dia essentially was given fully reign for his family and his kingdom. Though a stressful change, it was also one where he felt like he could make a real difference and really believed true peace could be brought to the Three Realms, that each race could learn from and understand one another.
Such views were heavily discouraged by the Traditionalists and so he used his authority as prince to change alliances. Honestly, this woman never realized just how much effort he truly put into things. Diavolo did more than build a school and start an exchange program. He fought in the trenches that were his people's politics, gained allies and enemies alike in order to push his people and the people of the other realms into a new age.
MC felt ashamed. How was she only learning all of this now? Yes, most of this work took place long before she was born, but these were still realm altering accomplishments of her boyfriend's and she never knew.
The demon woman pulled back and smiled at MC.
"Awwww, you must be that cute little human he always talks about~."
MC blushed.
"Hi, ya, I guess I am--."
The demoness threw her arms around her.
"You are just too cute!" She gushed. "I could just eat you up~."
The woman broke the hug and stood back.
"Kidding, kidding." She laughed. "Trust me, I am so not my sister."
Diavolo laughed with her before changing the subjects.
"Oh, I heard about the incident. How's your fiancée healing up?"
"Oh she's fine, believe me." The demoness smiled. "Honestly? She bruised her ego way more than anything--shit."
Dia raised an eyebrow.
"Is everything alright?"
The demoness laughed.
"Just...give me a minute please." She said before slipping by the couple and running the fastest she could in her heels towards another demoness who had grabbed one of the waiters by the collar and lifted him from the ground. "V, put him down or so help me!"
Apparently, V was Lady Viviana Uwan; a wrath demon and Lady Abalam's fiancée.
That interaction was one of many that night that taught her what her boyfriend's job really was and gave her a glimpse at Devildom society that she never truly saw.
By the end of the night, MC was overwhelmed with all of the knowledge she had collect. It's scary, in a way, when you realized the place you've loved for so long was more of a stranger to you. Funnily enough, RAD didn't prepare her for the 'real world' here in the Devildom any better than the school in the Human realm prepared her for the 'real world' there.
Not to mention all she's learned about her boyfriend. Like, how is she learning all about his accomplishments from strangers? Why has Dia never told her about any of this?
Noticing the change in his Queen's mood, Dia excused himself from a conversation and led MC out to an empty balcony overlooking a garden.
"Are you getting tired, Sweetheart? You aren't looking too well."
MC shook her head and leaned against the marble railing. She stared out at the garden with this faraway look in her eyes.
"I don't even know the Devildom, do I?" She asked softly. "Do I even know you?"
"What do you mean?" His eyes widened.
He reached out to take her hand, but the human pulled hers away before turning to face him.
"The state of this place is so divided it's deadly." She told him. "Its so different than everything we learn at RAD. Student walk away not even knowing the real status of the realm they study in. We don't even have a political science class to explain the basics of this stuff."
The prince's frown deepen.
"RAD...is suppose to show the students the best of us; especially to the transfer students." He explained. "It's to show that even with our darker side that we are redeemable, that we area capable of peace and understanding."
"Then why hide it from me?" The woman started tearing up. "And why not tell me about all you did to make this possible? The school, the cultural exchange, the societal changes? You treat it all like a small thing that just happened to work in your favor, but you worked for it. For hundreds of years! And I never knew..."
MC had no clue why she was crying and in truth, part of her knew being upset over this stuff was silly, but the woman still couldn't hold it in.
Dia reached out and pulled her into his arms. He rubbed her back as he gave her a minute to just cry in his arms.
"I admit, I'm at a loss for worlds." He kissed her head. "I'm sorry that this has been an overwhelming night for you. We'll head home now."
MC pulled back and wiped her face with her hand. She started to nodded in response before noticing movement in the corner of her eyes. When she tried focusing on it, her head was overwhelmed with a sharp pain. She close her eyes and raised a hand to her head.
"What is it? Sweetheart?"
MC just shook her head.
"Nothing, I... I saw something thing over there."
Dia turned around to see what his girlfriend was talking about and the next things the human knew, he was pushing her inside the building.
And then she heard an explosion.
MC opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and bouncing around. She hear ringing in her ears and, seemingly in the distance, heard screaming.
It took her a minute to realize she was being carried. She heard Dia, who also sounded far away, to close her eyes, to not look at 'them'.
Then she passed out once again.
After that, MC remembers waking up in Dia's bed. Her brain was fuzzy at first, but she slowly started to remember the party. Body aching, the human started to slip out of bed, but stopped when the bedroom door starting opening.
Barbatos came in with a silver tray filled with food.
"Ah, I figured you'd be awake." The butler smiled his usual smile.
"Where Dia? What happen--"
"My lord is finishing up some business. I'll let him know you've awaken, but first, you must eat."
Thats when the human learned she had been unconscious for the past 36hrs. The party had been attacked, but both herself and Diavolo were okay.
Later, she learned from Dia that the attack at the party was led by the Traditionalists...and their target was MC herself.
The Aldatu viewed MC as a pleasant curiosity. The Traditionalists, however, viewed her as a symbol of everything that has gone wrong in their realm.
No where was safe for the human; even if Diavolo sent her home to the Human realm, these demons would just track her down. All Dia could do for his girlfriend was lockdown the castle, armor the building up with wards and defenses, and prepare for civil war.
And that's how MC's months of isolation began. Her boyfriend was out leading armies. Lucifer and his brothers were out fighting a new war...and the woman felt like it was all her fault.
MC spent her isolation deep in depression. She felt like all she did was eat and sleep so when she gained weight, she blamed herself for that too.
Some days she was so worried sick about her boyfriend and the brothers that she'd find herself in the bathroom, puking.
Occasionally Barbatos would come check on her and ease the pain in her heart just a bit, but mostly it was just herself and the occasional Little D in the fortified castle for months on end.
Eventually, an end did come for MC, but by the devil was it a painful one.
After months of isolation and weight gain, the woman start having these horrible cramps. The Little Ds didn't know how to help her, but promised to send word to Barbatos so he could instruct them on the matter.
Twelve hours of this pain came and went. The woman was leaning against the post of the bed, heavily sobbing and praying to universe that if she has to died, just do it. End her suffering because that's all she wanted at this point.
A pool of blood was under her feet her feet and half a baby was hanging out below her, but she couldn't recognize anything over the pain she felt.
She didn't even hear the door open.
After months of war, Diavolo was home. Barb told him that he had gotten a message from the Little Ds that MC wasn't feeling well so he rushed to his room and practically slammed open the door, just to find his girlfriend bent over the bed, blood dripping down her legs, and a baby hanging between them.
"MC!" Dia rushed to her side just in time to catch her as she fell, her vision going black.
She saw a glimpse of her boyfriend before the darkness came and before she slipped away, the human felt some peace.
He's okay. He came back to me.
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Diavolo sat out in the hallway, head in his hands. Barbatos had brought him a chair to wait in over an hour ago and he's been here ever since. He had one doctor in his room with MC and another in the room down the hall, tending to his son.
His son. In any other situation, this man would be downright overjoyed right now. He's a father. He has a child with the woman he loves more than his own existence. But everything is wrong.
He fought a war to keep her safe, but in the end, he also neglected her. He didn't know she was pregnant. Devil, there's so much he would have done if he had just known. Instead, his Queen suffered for months her own and as she birthed his son, the baby's overdeveloped horns cut through her. His son could have killed her just as easily as the extremists that originally targeted her. If he had been a bit slower returning home, what would have happened to his Sweetheart?
Honestly, Diavolo has never loathed himself more in his entire life than he did right now. MC is the most precious being to him in all three realms. How could he have let this happen?
MC's doctor came out to let the prince know that his girlfriend was stable. He gave Dia a list of potions and salves that needed to be given to her twice a day for the next few weeks at minimum, but otherwise she should make a full recovery.
Dia thanked the doctor before rushing into the room, finding his beloved awake, but incredibly pale from all of the blood loss she suffered.
"Dia?" The woman spoke tiredly, still seeming a bit out of it. "What happened?"
Diavolo knelt at the side of the bed and took her hand in his, pressing them against his heart.
"You had my child." He said, broken hearted. "I'm so sorry I didn't know."
"I...what?" Her eyes widen. "I thought I was dying."
You could have.
That thought crushed the man. The prince laid his head on the human's torso and silently cried.
"Sweetie..." MC took her other hand and stroked his red hair. "It's okay; I'm okay."
But you almost weren't.
Instead of speaking that thought, the demon just shook his head.
"I almost lost you..." The demon raised his head. "But never again, I swear to you that I will never leave your side again."
He gave her a gentle kiss.
"I...I want to be with you forever," He said softly. "Or however long this life will give you to me. And I want to dedicate myself to you in every way I can."
Dia took both her hands in his and stared down into her eyes.
"My Queen...please marry me."
MC just stared in disbelief.
"You would marry me? Even though I'm human..."
"Why would you say that? I've never had an issue with your humanity."
"But other demons have." She reminded him. "You literally went to war because of me."
"And I'd do it again," He placed a hand on their cheek. "Because nothing and no one is more important to me than you."
Tears streaked down MC's face.
"Do...do you mean it?"
"With every ounce of my being."
The woman sniffled before nodding.
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."
The two cried together as they kissed and held each other.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by it being opened.
"Pardon the intrusion." The butler smiled. "But I assumed you two would be ready for him."
The man stepped inside, holding the baby swaddled in a soft red blanket
Dia grinned the biggest smile of his life.
"Of course!" His eyes darted to MC before softening. "Let my future wife hold him first."
"My, so much has changed here in the castle so fast." Barbatos remarked as he walked over and carefully laid the babe in his mother's arms. "Congratulations, my lord and lady."
MC stared down at her son, feeling so much disbelief but even more love. She didn't know...she had no clue she was going to be a mother, but as she met her son's eyes, ones he shared with his father, the human couldn't help but be so incredibly grateful that things ended up the way they did.
The two named their son Ashur.
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Kny Characters + What stories would they write?
Ok last one for now I just had a lot of ideas
(Also kind of a modern au)
This is also really long, it contains the majority of the characters
Tanjirou: Pens a very lovely and whimsical tale about a boy who goes exploring in a sunny wood and comes across various talking animals who often say funny, charming and sometimes deeply profound things about the nature of the world. Think Le Petít Prince meets Winnie the Pooh. Half of the people who read the story thought that it was a delightful read while the other half thought it needed more conflict (lameasses)
Nezuko: When she was a human she was too busy taking care of her younger siblings and doing laundry to write down her little tween girl self-insert fantasies of joining Robin Hood's band of merry men and becoming the new leader who steals Robin Hood's heart <3 and other similar characters who fight sexily against injustice.
Zenitsu: Writes cringy self-insert fanfic both in modern au and in the taishou era. He writes selfcest fanfic (but don't you get it? It's actually a metaphor about the duality of the self, and he's working out his inner demons UGH don't make fun of him!!!!!) and is that guy who writes really dark, fucked up fanfic about cartoons (he has watched a lot of anime). He's really into theaters, plays, operas, musicals you name it. He went through a big Tennessee Williams phase and tried to write exactly like him to.....middling success. He tried to write a musical once only to realize one song in, that an advanced sense of hearing and proficiency in multiple musical instruments doesn't actually equate to having any compositional talent. He'll stick to critiquing and leave the creative writing to people with more style and imagination.
Inosuke: He narrates a story about a boy who escapes an opressive society and goes to start an anarchist commune in the woods with other refugees. The fact that there are no rules and everyone does what they want is epic and he doesn't miss his old life at all even a little bit and then they all live happily ever after, the end. Shinobu claims that while his narration style is direct and incisive, the story ultimately lacks nuance.
Genya: He had a really big crush on Mulan and Li Shang when he was a kid and when he saw the garbage straight to DVD sequel it dissapointed him so badly he vowed to rewrite it so that it was good now, actually. He got three pages in before it occured to him that this was a waste of his time because no one but him would ever actually read it, and he abandoned it. Little did he know that little Nezuko would have loved to read it, but he didn't know Nezuko yet. Alas.
Kanao: She writes a series of diary entries from the perspective of a teenage girl. At first she's just talking about stereotypical teenage girl stuff, like the boy she likes and the mean thing her friend said at the mall, but then at some point the narrator realises that she's in a story, and her diary entries get introspective and frantic and meta as she is ultimately crushed under the weight of her own narrative. Her teacher deems it "brilliant" and suggests submitting it to literary magazines for publication to which Kanao replies "no thanks Λ_Λ 🫧"
Aoi: She once wrote a story inspired by "Over the Garden Wall" about two characters who are clearly her and Kanao navigating a sinister, mysterious forest together. It really helped her work through some stuff.
Senjurou: He makes an artbook of his crafts, paintings and photography. It has a very special place on Rengoku's shelf.
Rest of characters under read more
Shinobu: She writes a story about a lesbian pirate who has an affair with a bisexual tavernkeeper who is cheating on her shitty husband right under his nose. One day the husband finds out and gets violent so they kill him and serve chunks of his flesh to stray alley cats. Her friends and family really enjoy the story but others don't understand "why everything Shinobu writes needs to have such an agenda"
Sanemi: He pens a tragic fairytale about an empress who loses all of her children to various causes and ultimately kills herself. The style is very poetic and beautiful but the story is so unbelievably sad that anyone who reads it is prompted to ask "what was the point of this" and "if you need help i have a pretty good therapist i can recommend"
Giyuu: He once wrote a novella about a miserable, traumatised young man who causes problems for himself for no reason. Shinobu reads it and says "Wow Giyuu, this is an amazing piece of satire I never knew you had such a great sense of humour!" And Giyuu is just like "it wasn't meant to be comedic" and Shinobu's like "Oh......." Many years down the line Sanemi reads it too and argues that the protagonist needs to be punished more by the narrative and Giyuu responds "thanks...I'll keep that in mind....."
Gyomei: While not a man of many words, the novel he has been dictating reveals a very beautiful, sensitive, poetic soul and may move you to tears.
Muichirou: Doesn't read books and now you want him to write one???
Uzui: He wrote touching and hilarious letters to his wives whenever they were apart, which they keep stored in a small wooden chest and pull out to read whenever they are feeling wistful. Besides that he has no desire to write anything. The most he ever writes is when he is writing letters to other Pillars, which always say the same thing "Hey come over here so I can talk to you in person. Fuck you. Tengen"
Mitsuri: In the Kimetsu Gakuen comic series she along with Shinobu brainstormed a manga called "Sishinta and Friends" where all the characters are pieces of sushi and the romantic rival is a piece of shrimp called Ebi that looks like Rengoku and gets into conflict with a fried piece of salmon called Yakishake that looks like Akaza, who wants Ebi to get fried because if he doesn't he will spoil and die, but Ebi argues that getting spoiled quickly defines sushi and that he would never become fried and thus the two engage in a vicious crustacean vs aquatic vertebrate battle. Not kidding, it's chapter 11
Iguro: He writes a story from the perspective of an electron that doesn't know that it's entangled but can sometimes still feel that it is connected to something across the universe when it spins. It is a brilliant poignant story about starcrossed love and the significance of relationality across the cosmos that almost none of his peers understand "because it all sounds too sciencey"
Rengoku: Had a diary detailing his childhood, his mother and her passing, his father's descent into alcoholism, his little brother, his training exercises, his missions and his unsuccessful attempts at making his father proud. As the years passed the diary entries became shorter and shorter until one day they completely stopped...
Kagaya: Writes a dark comedy about a horrible, pathetic man who makes everyone around him miserable including himself because he refuses to adjust his insane principles even when presented with tangible evidence that contradicts his beliefs, at one point he commits multiple murders and gets away with them until the end of the story where he is killed by his own myopic greed. Muzan claims that the hero of the story "is greatly sympathetic" and that "he deserved a better fate" Kagaya is just like "yeah...I kinda knew you would say that... :)"
Tamayo: She pens a lot of theory that is highly abstract, very dense, overly cerebral, sprawling and bordeline illegible. Her works are sort of like if Feynman and Derrida had a baby and also that baby was in highly need of an editor that could whittle down every four pages into one sentence. She writes theory on every scientific field imaginable, including fields she all but invented. People who can actually figure out what the hell she is saying insist that she is a genius and that her ideas changed their life, but most people don't even bother or just pretend to have read her stuff.
Yushiro: He writes academic criticism/theory/research, which is ever so slightly more lucid and succinct than Tamayo's.
Kyogai: Writes a story about ghosts throughout time occupying a single house together, haunting each other, ever temporarily overlapping in a cacophony of grief. While coherent it is very dense, and most of his publishers don't bother actually unpacking it, so they mostly just complain about the non-linear timeline being "too confusing" (lameasses)Tanjirou loves it though.
Rui: When he was still a human he had diary entries, which served as a treasured outlet through to vent his supressed and overwhelming feelings regarding his illness. He didn't write every day, and sometimes his entries were longer than others. In the weeks between him meeting Muzan and him murdering his parents, Rui's diary entries took a turn for the messy, rambling, dramatic and graphic. His diaries were well-hid under a rug in his room and thus never found.
Muzan: He writes about an ubermensch who is able to valiantly resist the liberal indoctrination of the pathetic sjws who are triggered by his inner strength and sharp intelligence. It reads almost identically to Kagaya's story (except with a vastly different prose style), but unlike Kagaya, it is completely sincere and not remotely a satire. Unfortunate.
Kaigaku: Writes a story about a "really cool" alpha male whose girlfriend unfairly dumps him after their wannabe sigma male acquaintance who was jealous of him because he loved his girlfriend gets him cancelled on Twitter for saying a slur 10 years ago. But it turns out said guy who steals his girlfriend is actually a terrible person who treats women like shit despite posturing as a feminist for clout. Zenitsu reads it and is like "wow, this could actually be a very well thought out critique on performative allyship and how any kind of man can be equally abusive to the women in their lives....if not for the fact that THE SIGMA MALE IN THIS STORY IS CLEARLY A STAND IN FOR ME ???????"
Daki: She def has a "went through a phase of writing hardcore slash fic" vibes, I can't explain it but she does. She's also incredible at writing roasts. She gives a speech at every birthday party she has been invited to and it fucking kills.
Gyutaro: The first and only time he ever attempted constructing his own story was when he was very young, where he devised a truly gruesome story about woodland creatures that accidentally made Ume cry. Whoops!
Gyokko: He wrote the japanese equivalent of Donatien Alphonse Francois Marquis de Sade's "120 Days of Sodom" the book that inspired the well-known 1975 film Saló (on a sidenote: I have read the book and it's much worse than the movie, just read the wiki summary to get the idea) Anyways if you are familiar with the book or the film you should know that whatever the hell Gyokko wrote is not suitable for human or demon consumption alike.
Hantengu: Spent a couple decades or so publishing a series of action-adventure-erotica novels under a pseydonym. Once you've been around for long enough, you just start doing shit.
Akaza: When he was young he wrote about a brave and valiant samurai who goes off to slay an oni and bring it's head back as a trophy for the shogun, only to learn that the oni was really just minding her own business, leading him to question everything he thought he knew about the Japanese feudal government, and ultimately beheading the shogun instead. His teacher deemed it "intriguing, but slightly concerning" (Lame!!!) Also probably had a Magneto and a Robin Hood phase.
Douma: Publishes a book that is one part self-help, one part gloating memoir, one part spiritual guide, one part personality quiz and 100% barf. Hakuji cannot believe that Koyuki has read it cover to cover multiple times, as if it contains wisdom deserving to be gleaned even once. He'd burn it if he didn't know that Koyuki would just immediately go out and buy another copy, giving even more money to that bastardly scammer.
Kokushibou: He finds most novels insipid, poetry either boring at best or nauseating at worst, and fanfiction a hobby practiced only by the most simple minded buffoons so he doesn't think he's missing out. He once sent a letter to Douma but never received an answer from him, so when he asked him about it when they met face-to-face Douma simply told him that attempting to read through and trying to comprehend Kokushibou's highly antiquated and dense writing was sheer torture for him so he just gave up ❤ he advised him to modernize his writing, even just a tiny bit. Kokushibou could do that....but he refuses to ❤️
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#tanjiro kamado#nezuko kamado#inosuke hashibira#zenitsu agatsuma#sanemi shinazugawa#genya shinazugawa#kanao tsuyuri#kyojuro rengoku#uzui tengen#shinobu kocho#mitsuri kanjori#obanai iguro#muzan kibutsuji#kokushibo#akaza#doma#tomioka giyuu#kagaya ubuyashiki#tamayo#daki#gyutaro#upper moons#pillars#kny headcanons#hantengu#gyokko
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- 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 // 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗼
( ♡ ) pairing : at the ball of his birthday, he invites you to dance
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, demon!reader, fluff, random talk, Diavolo pick me choose me love me please
( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : i actually got this idea when I was in hospital 💀 anyway, fluff with Diavolo <33
" Hello there. " Diavolo, the Demon Prince, greets his guests " I'd like to thank you all for coming here tonight on my behalf. " he smiles. Oh God, that smile of his. " It would seem that today's my birthday… By the way, could anyone here possibly tell me how old am I now ? Because I'd like to know myself. " he said and the people demons start laughing at his joke.
Diavolo smiles " All joke aside, I'd like it if you all used my birthday as an excuse to have a good time. So enjoy yourselves! " he finally said and the others cheer.
You sigh and go sit by yourself, but not before grabbing a drink. You examine the room, looking for someone to judge in silence. But then someone got in front of you. Frowning, you look up " Could you f- " Diavolo smiles at you " Shall we dance ? " your mouth opened in shock. Damn, this man, the Demon Prince, wanted to dance, but not only that, he wanted to dance with you.
You look at him nonchalantly, trying to look cool " Your Majesty- *ahem* yes, of course " you say getting up and taking his hand.
And then slowly, he grabbed your waist with his big hand and took your left hand in his. You moved to the rhythm of the classical music that was playing and oh my Goodness, this man knows how to move and you, of course, followed his steps.
" You dance very well " he compliments. You try not to looking away and take his compliment " I'm just copying the steps you're doing " you say in a low tone " Pardon ? " you look at him " Ah, I said 'thank you' " he chuckles " You can't fool me, lady. " you raise your eyebrows " Lady ? And what if I'm older than you ? " he was taken aback from your reply and you can't help but smile.
Seeing the light in your eyes he, somehow, wanted to smile too. He then let a relieved chuckle " You fooled me. " you smile " I didn't mean to, Your Majesty. Is just that you believed me right away " you say " So you're saying that I shouldn't trust you. " Your smile " So I'm not a worthy person to have the Prince trust ? " " Of course you are. "
" Oh, and, thank you. You told me I dance well. But to be honest, you're the one who leads " you say " I don't know how to dance " he admits, looking at you face " You don't know how to dance?! " you wishper smiling " Don't look at me like that. I sing your paycheck " he said but you didn't ask about the last part " You've been on this type of parties for years, and you've never learned how to dance? " you ask titling your head " I'm excellent at coming up with excuses. " he smirks " Would you like me to teach you ? " you ask with hope " Actually, that's a good idea ! And I'm also free after the party. "
Diavolo then starts looking through the room himself. And you found yourself staring at him. You look at every detail of his face. From the sharp jawline, to te way his red hair looks under the light. People may call him dangerous, but for you, he was a comforting place .
" You're staring again " you blink " Huh ?…what do you mean again " you try not rising your voice " It's not the first time I catch you looking at me " you couldn't feel more embarrassed right now " But I'm not complaining. I love the way your eyes look at my every move. " you smile awkwardly, and he could feel the tension " But, I'm telling you a secret now " he leans in and you just look in his eyes and nod " Time to time, I find myself staring at you too " he wishpers and you fake a little gasp, covering your mouth with your hand " Really ? " you playfully ask. The both of you giggle. But inside, you were burning flames. Diavolo just said that sometimes he stares at you !
Your giggles finally died down, and you look at him again, but now he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at some girl over. Oh. Maybe he already grow bored of this conversation. It wasn't interesting at all, so you don't blame him but maybe, were you the reason ? She was so pretty and you couldn't help yourself. But after all, he's a Prince. Royal blood. He deserves someone as good as him. When you two turned to face each other, the music stopped. You bit your cheek and step back a little " You, should dance with others too, your Majesty " you bow a little.
The music started again.
Diavolo frowns " I want to dance with you, [name] " ah, the way he says your name makes you shiver. You look at him again " No, I'm fine, I'm not worthy of such attention-" he grabs your hands and place them on his chest " Of course you are. You're worthy of my love " he firmly said "…Love? " you repeat shocked, your eyebrows raised and your lips slightly parted " I'm saying I like you "
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(The Stolen Prince au) Wukong felt genuine anxiety from that note, there was one being who wrote like that, someone he left a long time ago before he went on the journey
"Wukong you good?" Pigsy had a concerned look as Monkey King was sweating "is Xiaotian safe?" Tang nodded "Mei and him is having a slumber party"
Wukong felt relief as he got ready to go out "tell Mei to extra careful, and if she sees a golden eagle, a elephant or an Azure lion, Do not trust them"
"That's incredibly specific."
"Trust me." Wukong waved his hand. His enthusiasm for the party had dulled a bit, but he had been invited. It would be rude not to show up. "You guys have my number. Call if something happens."
"Wait, we have your number- HEY HEY WA-"
Wukong was already zipping away, over the volcanoes and the sea, to the neon lights of Wàn Qiān Chéng. Wind blew over him, but by now he was an expert at traveling via cloud. A few placed spells meant that not one single hair blew out of place. He pulled out the invite and looked it over, making sure the blue-decorated building he approached was the right one. It looked fancy enough to
By the time he settled down, nobody was around. Everyone was already inside. Excluding Shaoqing, sitting on top of her car in a nice suit, scrolling on her phone. "You look nice," he said as he hopped off the cloud.
"And you're late."
"By five minutes," Wukong offered his arm. "Trust me, nobody will notice." Shaoqing huffed and he chuckled. She knew he was right. They attended too many parties together for her not to know.
"So who is hosting this party?"
"Oh, I have no idea, didn't recognize the name." Wukong pulled out his invite so the butler at the door could see it. The doors swung open, allowing them entry. "All it said was that it was some kind of engagement party."
"Wait," Shaoqing stared at him. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't know who's hosting this party?"
"Nope. But look at this place." The ballroom was nice. It was done in beautiful shades of blue and gold with tables heaving with food lining the sides and waiters in fancy dress walking with platters of drinks. Demons and humans alike mingled in fancy outfits. The entire thing was lit by chandeliers "Aren't you glad I said yes?"
"To..." Shaoqing snatched the invite and eyed it. "Mr...Horn." She sighed. "I have no idea."
"Yeah, yeah..." Something pricked at his nose. Two familiar scents that niggled his brain were in this room. He pulled out a fan to hide his lower face as his eyes lit up with gold vision.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit shit shit shit...
Further away from the stairs they had paused on was Macaque. He was in his usual human guise- an attractive man with dark hair pulled back in a bun and stubble across his jaw. Closer to him only confirmed his suspicions about the roses- a tall, blonde man with magenta eyes.
"Macaque and Azure Lion are here."
Shaoqing's eyes went wide. "What?!" she hissed, looking around as if they were hiding in the plants or something. "Where?"
"By the stage and by the left table," he said, nodding to each. Slowly, they continued to walk down the stairs. "Why are they here?"
Shaoqing shook her head. "I don't know." she whispered. "Let's just try to avoid-"
Music began as they hit the bottom stair. In the center of the room, a space cleared and people began to clear. A pretty human man walked up, smiling at him. "Hello," he said. "I'm sorry, miss, I just saw you across the room. May I have a dance?"
"Uh...sure." Wukong pulled his arm away from Shaoqing. He pulled his fan away and the man's face lit up in pink. "Hope you're a good dancer."
Two pairs of eyes dug upon the seeming woman in gold.
#The Stolen Prince AU#LMK#LMK AU#Monkie Kid#Monkie Kid AU#LEGO Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid AU#my writing#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#prompt fill#prompt fic#au#Sun Wukong#Pigsy#Tang#Azure Lion#Macaque
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•°♧ Big Red Fluff Alphabet ♧°•
3/7 of the boys. So far, I've made great progress! Like I said, however, this is gonna take me both November & December since this is a big writing challenge. I am glad you simps are enjoying it while I'm still working on the others. Like always, enjoy your meal!
CW: Suggestive
A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)
He's a loud lover. Bless that himbo. He loves waking you up with kisses & breakfast like, who wouldn't want that?? I just KNOW that food is probably burnt, but hey, nobody is perfect, plus burnt food has this spicy flavor, or at least that's your excuse so he doesn't force himself back to the kitchen to make you a better one. Besides all of that, he enjoys the fact that he belongs to you & all of the goody goodness.
B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)
He was. As you guys were sleeping in the same bed, he was lying awake at night. He didn't want to go back to Hell after all of this was over. He wanted to stay with you, but he felt hella conflicted since his whole reason why he stayed here is to get your soul. However, love had other plans for the demon prince. You were cuddling him & he finally made his decision. Him confessing would take place the next morning because I KNOW that half of the people who read my headcanons are not morning people. I can feel it in my nuggets.
Anway, he confesses over breakfast & everything goes well! However, that would mean he would have to take care of whatever the hell is going on in Hell.
C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship, or do they let someone else do the driving?)
Like Alphonse, he flips flops between the two. He kinda switches between househusband to treating you RIGHT. At the same time, he's holding onto your hand anytime you guys are going grocery shopping since, uh, he's a demon & he doesn't like getting lost because he will probably panic that he can't find you since you're short as hell compared to him.
D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)
He loves that fact that you're so kind to him despite the fact that he kinda broke into your home via portal, probably, & ate some of your food in your kitchen then disrespected you for having common ass ingredients. You still treat him with the kindness but also not taking shit from him either.
E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)
He would talk about a situation that he had that was similar. He wants you to know that you aren't alone & that he understands what you're going through, but hey, if you don't wanna talk about it, he is more than happy to be used as a warm space heater.
F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)
Despite the fact that he agrues a lot with his father, he genuinely doesn't like arguing with you. I feel like he would let you just yell at him about how you feel, but he would never yell back. If he did something wrong, he would absolutely apologize & just hold you whenever you're ready. You would also apologize for yelling at him because despite being angry, yelling at him doesn't make things right.
G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)
I can absolutely imagine him playing Latin music while cooking. He has no idea what the fuck they're saying but it still goes hard & he dances anyway.
H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)
He started living with you since day one. He didn't really have much of a choice since his whole reason of being here in the first place is to obtain your soul. He lives here rent-free, but at least he can cook. That makes up for something.
I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)
He doesn't really have much preference besides the fact that souls should be earned & not just simply be taken.
J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)
Who the fuck would challenge a 6'5 demon prince? You did, but that's not the point. No one would just simply dare to flirt with you when you have a tall ass man with ya. He's scary as shit. However if someone did flirt with you, he's pretty intimidating. That shit is gonna be shut down REAL quick.
K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)
Just being kind & caring to him is enough for him to be head over heels. That fact you care about him & treat him right is enough for his heart to start bumping.
L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)
He spoils you by simply being a house husband. He's got food waiting for you when you get home. The house is clean, although he kind of almost tripped over the vacuum wire. He makes sure that you don't have to do any more work for you to do when you come home.
M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)
First things, first. Ya’ll really can't get married in a church since this is a full ass demon here & I doubt they can hold any weddings in Hell. The best bet is a courthouse, but that is going to look extremely weird. Lucien is kinda worried about getting married. What if you want to bring your family to the wedding? How would your family react to you being married to a demon? The questions are absolutely endless. He is not opposed to being married. In fact, he would love that. It just requires a lot of planning. You could hold a wedding in secret with people you trust or you could just say "Fuck what people think. I'm gonna marry my demon hubby." How that goes is up to you.
N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)
Well, his name. Knowing a demon's name is extremely powerful & be used for anything but definitely not for ill will. Besides that, he is pretty honest. He trusts you enough not to tell anyone.
O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)
I believe whenever he's mad, he starts to overheat in a way that his body becomes just straight up fire. He steps outside so he doesn't burn down the home. It's hard to comfort him when this man is on fire. The best you can do for now is to give some space until he can cool down. When he does, he likes to rant about how he feels. He just wants someone to actually listen to his problems rather than just to be ignored.
P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)
Cooking! He has enjoyed cooking a lot ever since you helped him learn how to cook. It especially means a lot because of you. He knows to make a french omelet & it fucking slaps.
Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)
Whenever you guys are having a spicy kissy kiss session, he turns your plushies around so they do not witness this ahem UNHOLY SESSION. You just look at him & he just says:
"Sir Gengar shouldn't have to witness this! He's too innocent. 😡"
R = Romantic (What is their love language?)
Acts of Service! I mentioned this like throughout this whole alphabet that he is practically a house husband. I will live & die on this hill. He cooks for you, he cleans for you, & he takes CARE of you??? That is the husband right there.
S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)
Honestly, a cookbook signed by Gordon Ramsey himself is the best thing you can give him. He's been using Gordon's methods for a while & genuinely likes them but a cookbook SIGNED by THE Gordon Ramsey?? It's the second best thing in the world. The first best is you, of course.
T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)
I don't think he would mind some PDA, especially during the wintertime, if you guys head out. He doesn't mind if you want to hold hands. He's willing to show all of his love as long as you want to.
U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)
How. Genuinely, how. Who would know?? The time that people know that you guys are together is when you guys are already together.
V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)
To be honest, he hasn't really thought about that. He would rather focus on the present rather than the future. If anything, he would just like to live the rest of the days with you. If there is anything that comes to mind, he'll let you know.
W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)
Since this fluff alphabet is late, I got two for you as a bonus.
You gave a 3DS to mess around with. All of the games that Lucien owns are all cooking games, especially Cooking Mama.
Since you're shorter than him, he just kinda picks you & kisses you. Tippy Toes ain't gonna help you there, homeslice.
X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)
Cooking, duh. That's his whole thing. He wasn't really good at it first, but he's gotten really good at it!
Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)
As soon as you walk out that door, he already misses you. He just stays at home all day like a puppy & waits for you. There isn't he can do about since I truly doubt there's a bring your demon boyfriend to work day. At least when you come home, he has some food prepared for ya. He usually just distracts himself by doing chores because he low-key finds them fun.
Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)
Y'all already know. BOOBIES. Nah, I'm kidding.
I feel like he would sleep on top of you, but not like CRUSHING YOU, although that's a hell of a way to die. I salute your bravery, soldier. What I mean is his head in your lap & he just fucking zonks the fuck out.
☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ
🩷 - Damn. Sorry that this alphabet is late. I was taking a small break, which kinda let to just straight up lost of writing motivation. I was hoping to drop this on Thanksgiving, but you know things don't go as planned. However, that's 3. Charlie is next!
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