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trancylovecraft · 5 months

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(AOEX) YANDERE PLATONIC SHIRO FUJIMOTO x READER, RIN & YUKIO

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SEQUEL (Yanplatonic Demon! Arthur A. Angel x Okumura! Reader + Exwires)

• Ooh. Not good for all three of you.

• I headcannon Shiro as insanely protective, Possessive and Manipulative in general so this really isn’t gonna be a fun time.

• You are Rin and Yukio’s sister, The youngest triplet of the children born from the union of Satan and Yuri. You, Just like Rin, Have inherited the blue flames unlike Yukio. Your heart being sealed within the hilts of twin daggers.

• Shiro’s tendencies started on The Blue Night. When he had held You, Rin and Yukio in his arms for the first time he had grown a fondness for the three of you.

• Not like he’d ever admit it though, Shiro didn’t want to take care of a bunch of demon’s brats. Especially Satan’s, He had plans to get out of here and you three weren’t going to convince him otherwise.

• It’s only when Mephisto catches him in his bet, The one where he couldn’t back down from any demon (Including Nephilim) That he’s now forced to take care of them.

• He’s pissed, Furious beyond words. Mephisto had fooled him, His plan had worked and now he was forced to take care of Satan’s spawn as apart of his bet.

• Though something unexpected happens. He grows fond of you all, Becoming the primary caretaker amongst the monks at the convent. And sure enough, He grows attached

• You are the princess of the family, Both because you’re the youngest and because.. You remind him of Yuri both personality-wise and the way your smile just causes flashes back to her.

• Due to this, You’re spoiled to high hell. Plushes, Toys, Pillows and food. Everything you could ever want would be handed to you, Thankfully being able to be paid by his wage as a paladin.

• You get away with lots too, Often being the one to take the blame for your brothers when they screw up because.. Shiro just cannot stay mad at you when you smile at him like that.

• You also get a room to yourself unlike your brothers who had to share.

• Though this comes with drawbacks such as his protective aspect going CRAZY. Like Shiro will not let you outside of the convent without him, Not even trusting Rin or Yukio.

• Shiro might even go as far as to convince you that you have an illness. That's why you cant leave, Why you’re so spoiled! Shiro may even put a few of his familiars up to “convince” you, Kin of Astaroth you cant see due to not having a temptaint.

• Rin, Is the second most spoiled though its like comparing an anthill to a mountain when next to you.

• Rin gets more spoiled in privileges such as freedom to go wherever he wants (as long as he keeps Shiro updated via text every half hour) As well as actually being able to go to a normal school unlike you being home-schooled and Yukio doing his exorcist stuff.

• Though Rin does have freedom, Shiro has installed trackers on all of his devices and makes sure that he’s being safe. Sometimes if his paranoia was up, Shiro would follow him. If any demon tries to get near him then their heads would be off with a single shell of his shotgun.

• Knowing Rin though, He gets into a lot of fights. Shiro only wants to keep Rin safe so its only natural that he never sees any of his opponents again. Maybe in a news article but don’t worry about it, He was sketchy enough so he was bound to get into trouble eventually!

• Yukio is an interesting case.

• This is where Shiro’s manipulative tendencies really start to shine, Teaching Yukio since he was a toddler about demons and how to fight them. Though the reason Shiro does it is.. For a different reason than in canon.

• Yukio gets taught to look out for both You and Rin, Gets basically indoctrinated into Shiro’s own tendencies and made to believe that this was for all of your own goods.

• This makes Yukio the peacekeeper. Since you and Rin both look up to him, You both believe him when he tells you that Shiro just wants the best after you both come to him about your suspicions

• That doesn’t mean there isn’t any love for him though. Shiro teaches him to wield a gun to make sure he can defend himself and his siblings while he is away. Shiro isolates Yukio from others, Shura being his only companion since she's Shiro’s disciple.

• Kuro, Being Shiro’s familiar is often assigned to trailing you all and giving reports on your wellbeing. No secret is safe when Kuro is on the case.

• You all often get treated with days out, Shiro enjoying spending time with his kids. Parks, Carnivals or playgrounds. Wherever you all go, Shiro makes sure to keep an eye out due to all the horrid men in this world.

• When you all were little, Swear to god this man had a three-calibre baby holder. He thought it was funny but the pictures make you cringe inside.

• If you all ever do get suspicious and try to run away, Then Shiro would get absolutely pissed.

• His own children, The kids he had raised trying to get away from him? Unacceptable. With his skills and connections as the paladin it wouldn’t be difficult to find you all again, Easy dragged back to the parish by the tails if he has to.

• You’d all be grounded to high hell. Bars on your windows, Thrown into the same room so its easier to keep an eye on you all. The monks at the parish grow weary but they can’t argue against the paladin, Who threatens them with their jobs if they snitch.

• Shiro makes sure to off any person who could’ve hurt any of his kids, Easily covering it up and moving on with his day.

• He tries to make it up to you all, To try and make sure that you all don't fear him. You don’t, Right? He’s your father, You shouldn’t be afraid!

• In truth you all are horrified. The man who raised them was a monster, Committing deeds only revealed to them now and ones that made them want to throw up.

• You are crying, Unable to accept the truth as you hide under your covers. Rin lashes out like a cornered animal, Yelling so angrily but deep down he is terrified. Yukio is in denial, Insisting that there must be some explanation for why Shiro had been acting like this.

• When Satan possesses him and he dies in a burst of blue flames, He can only hope that he did a good job. That his children, And only his will be safe.

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the-goddess-of-everything-else · 4 months

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AOEX CHARACTERS PLAYING THE MIMIC

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rottenprincessshura100 · 8 months

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Kato's twitter

Finally Shura's back with some storyline.

Here's hoping she can talk some sense into Yukio before he chases Rin away.

#blue exorcist #yukio okumura #ao no exorcist #aoex fanfic #blue exorcist manga

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kaioken16 · 9 months

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AoNoSummer2023 Day 21 - Mask 👺

Rin recalls a memory from a few years back, a innocent naive memory of a different time. A simpler, more naive time…

A scene, inspired by the concept of Demon King!Rin based on the mask he wears.

Warning, contains slight spoilers to chapter 140!

#AoNoSummer2023 #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #aoex fanfic #aoex #aoex spoilers #chapter 140 #Demon King Rin #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #script #rin okumura #I like the angst elements of the demon king!Rin #and the design with the mask is amazing

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sawamochi · 5 months

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Fire & Flame: Chapter 1

Sworn to secrecy, Ryuuji begins a new position within the True Cross Order that involves guarding a location he'd never heard of and protecting a blue-haired stranger who talks to demons, befriends them, lives in a cabin in the mountains, and probably really hates him. Ryuuji would've blamed all this on the stupid pink letter he'd found in his room that day, but that's a distance thought once he learns more about the stranger and the plot that surrounds him.

I haven't published a fic in so long, but here's a BonRin AU I've been plotting and writing lately :'D ! Hope you enjoy!

#bonrin #aoex fanfic #mine*#fic*#5 years?? just about i think #me making graphics and writing again what a time it is

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b0ring-n4m3 · 4 months

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This was a really difficult piece.

Apart from the actual drawing, I had a really bad year/ year and a half, struggled with a lot of things, lost dear people in more than a way and self-isolated out of fear. Often, I looked at this drawing and I didn’t feel like I could finish it. I was drained, mentally and physically. It seemed too much, I won’t lie.

But I wanted to finish it, because it’s part of the Owls project with the always splendid soul that is @marble-wolf , because it’s the Happiest Day for Rin and Ryuuji, it’s important, you know? I had high expectations from how I wanted this piece to look and I honestly ended up redrawing it from scratch with my improved art style. So I pushed through, I finished it. For Marble and for myself.

I hope you like it.

!!!THIS IS A HUGE SPOILER FOR PHOENIX:RE!!!

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #art #ryuji suguro #rin okumura #bonrin #tokyo ghoul au #ghoul rin okumura #ghoul ryuji suguro #au #tokyo ghoul #wedding #aoex fanart #aoex fanfic #procreate #my art

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rainymegane · 10 months

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Skin and Bone, a yukishima drabble

I can't sleep; I need to take a break from what I started writing a few days ago, so a quick drabble may be a nice way to clear the mind. I'm still quite new to fanfiction writing, so I apologize in advance for any inconsistencies... 🙏

Skin and Bone

Shima clearly remembers when he noticed it for the first time; no way he can ever forget it.

Back then, he had seen his sensei without his usual exorcist coat on just once, when demons sprang up in the old boys' dorm, but he was focused more on teasing his young teacher than on appreciating his features. Besides, even if he managed to spot Yukio from between the crowd of his groupies in the school gardens during the lunch break once in a while, he had never noticed the boy taking his jacket off, even if the temperature outside was making Shima feel his brain could melt into a puddle of mud in any second.

However, Shima would lie if he admitted he paid any attention to Yukio's outfit choices these days; he had rather wondered if any exorcism technique could make him switch places with his teacher, who clearly had a hard time fighting his own embarrassment.

And then, the training camp happened.

Of course, it ended quite unexpectedly, and Shima still can recall the devastating pain of his broken ribs (he can swear he wasn't exaggerating!). Still, there's another memory he associates with this event, and that lives in his heart rent-free.

When the initial shock caused by seeing Yukio in his shirt only was slowly fading, Shima laid his eyes upon that beautifully exposed part of his teacher's body and automatically scolded himself for not noticing this extraordinary treasure earlier.

He felt like the world's best-kept secret had been revealed to him and him only, even if he wasn't the only witness of the scene that had just happened before him. Suddenly he found himself fighting the urge to shoo Bon and Koneko away, but at the same time, he wasn't able to move even a bit; he was too much focused on not letting the others know about his newly awoken admiration.

Because Yukio's forearms were an embodiment of sin.

Unable to take his eyes off the outlined shape of his elbow, off those pale, flawless seas of skin, marred only by barely noticeable scars and few moles (he absolutely expected them to be there), Shima had a feeling that he wouldn't hesitate to sell his soul to be allowed to put a single touch on them. The position Yukio stood in emphasized the wonderfully toned muscles, and Shima's fingertips itched to trace and memorize every inch of them.

But then Yukio moved, ready to resume the preparations for setting the camp up.

Shima remembers it was also the first time he had difficulty switching to his regular flirty persona and pretending that nothing happened for the rest of the evening. Then a series of unfortunate events occurred (including the disgusting feeling of chuuchi on his own skin), but the first impression was strong enough to imprint the image of Yukio's forearms on Shima's mind.

These days, even if months had passed, Shima still clearly remembered himself staring in awe at their young teacher. He was eternally grateful for every time he had a chance to peek again at Yukio's exposed skin; in the hospital, when he was telling them about twins' roots, after the battle with the Impure King (twice!), during the preparations for their cross-dressing shenanigans while investigating the Seven Mysteries of True Cross Academy, and finally, on Dominus Liminis, when Shima couldn't believe his own luck that Yukio let him see his fully recovered arm (at that moment his perfectly mastered deceiving skills had failed him mercilessly; he found pretending genuine disgust when nearly having a heart attack one of the toughest experiences in his life).

There's one thing that Shima has to admit in this case - he didn't even notice when the simply animalistic urge to touch that particular part of Yukio's body turned into the yearning for being allowed to touch not only his skin but also the deepest parts of Yukio's soul. He isn't exactly sure, but it could be the moment when he noticed Yukio sitting on the ground, still a little bit dizzy after the aftermath of Satan's rampage, yet safe and sound. Or maybe even before these events, when the Exwires and their teacher had a meal together for the first time since he couldn't even remember when?

But today, it just doesn't matter, not when he feels the soft purrs of Yukio's breath on his own neck and when the body of a half-asleep dragoon is wrapped around him, and he has free access to a bit more scarred skin of his forearm because it lies on Shima's chest (Shima is exceptionally proud of himself that he once again succeeded in dragging Yukio into the bed once they returned from a tough mission). Once he starts tracing idle patterns, already knowing by heart the place of every single scar there, Yukio murmurs his usual "don't," but Shima (also as usual) ignores him and keeps caressing his favorite spots.

There's no way Shima will ever forget the first impression Yukio's forearms had on him because he relives this experience with every single touch, again and again. The only difference is that Yukio's now fully aware of his fascination, and Shima can't help feeling that even if Yukio keeps denying him the right of forearm worship, moments like this prove that deep down, he thinks otherwise.

#yukishima #yukio okumura #okumura yukio #ao no exorcist #ao no exorcist fanfic #aoex #aoex fanfic #renzou shima #shima renzou #blue exorcist #i will go down with this ship #shimayuki

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kamiko1234 · 1 year

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A Blue Exorcist Crack Fic

Let's be honest here, Rin is the second comming of Jesus himself in terms of pure goodheartness and willingness to forgive people, so i thought "mhmh, what if I took that ball and ran with it".

This lead me to this abomination of a crack concept : Jesus!Rin.

The boy just keeps on paralleling freaking Jesus (without the crucifiction) and Rin is completly obvious to it all.

A few days after bringing the twins home Shiro brings them out and meets three elderly men visiting the church who randomly gift him presents???? They say it's to celebrate the birth of Shiro's children. He expected some toys but he got some old gold coins, and candle's who are supposed to smell like frankincense and myrrh. Weird but Shiro is a priest so he supposes the gifts are well meant and just old timey to him.

Things get weirder when Rin just keeps on making weirdly devoted friends ? Twelve to be exact. At first he just ignores it and assumes it's just a weird conicidence. That changes when Shiro sees them acting out the last supper ???? It was Rin's last day of elementary school and they'd all go to diffrent schools after that, so he allowed his sons to invite their friends to celebrate. He elects to not talk about it but Shiro SWEARS he saw those kids in the exact positions from the painting.

Somehow, and Shiro doesn't even have an idea of how that is even possible, Rin often happens to be around people right before they make a suprise recovery. It's weird. Once a mother collapsed on the playground Rin was on and the boy with his golden heart immideatly ran to the poor womans side to see what had happened. He refused to part with her until the ambulance came. The next week Shiro visits the same playground and he sees the woman and overhears that she had heartproblems for all her life but ever since she fell unconcious last week they have miracilously vanished.

At some point Shiro questions if Rin is acctualy Satan's kid. He tries to talk to Rin about it after the incident with the mother but the child has no idea what he talks about.

Yukio could swear that he has on multible occasions seen Rin with a halo above his head for a split second. He chalks it up to his mind playing tricks on him.

Later while training to be exorcists Rin's class was supposed to go on a field trip to look at some old churches. Normally they were supposed to recieve lunch at the end. Somehow someone fucked up however and they got considerably less food than expected. Rin somehow (and don't ask anyone how he did it, they don't know for the death of them) managed to make enought of it to last for everyone ?????? When asked about it he just says he got creative with the portions.

#rin okumura #yukio okumura #blue exorcist fics #shiemi moriyama #aoex fanfic #blue exorcist #english isn't my first language #crack fic #Blue Exorcist crack #Rin's basically Jesus in this

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lollipop-writes · 1 year

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Mephisto Pheles and Amaimon Fluffy Relationship HCs

A/N: Or rather "Mephisto and Amaimon HCs that are as fluffy as they can be since they're both little shits" LOL. Content Warnings: Lots of tooth rotting sweet fluff. Established relationship with y/n. SFW and nothing suggestive. Kind of crackish in some places. No warnings otherwise.

⭐Mephisto Pheles⭐

Mephisto is the type of dude to spoil you rotten.

What I mean by this is he's more than willing to take you out to fancy dinners, have romantic dates, and give you lavish gifts.

He is rolling in money so you never have to worry about loss of security again, since he provides.

"Only the finest for my dearest darling, y/n" he says.

There will be lots of eating junk food together as well.

Lots of anime watching, too. But buckle up because he mainly watches moe oppai loli ecchi shit so I hope you can cope.

He's very possessive though so he's going to declare his love whenever he can.

And he can be pretty handsy in public as a result. He really loves PDA and showing you off.

He has No Taste TM so expect him to buy you a lot of tacky outfits that of course show off your body.

Probably into matching outfits and/or accessories bc he is just. Like that.

Basically a relationship with Mephisto consists of a lot of romantic dates, him being extra with PDA, and binge watching moe anime.

🍭Amaimon🍭

There will be a lot of eating sweets with Amaimon.

Though he doesn't like sharing, even with you, so you have to get your own sweets sorry.

Mephisto is going to be around a lot since Amaimon depends on him when in Assiah, so you're stuck watching anime and playing games with the two very often.

Mephisto tho thinks it's cute his younger brother is finally hitched, so he's as supportive a Demon King can be.

Amaimon is pretty possessive as well. He has a mindset that's like "This person hurt you? They can die >:O" sort of thing so you're always gonna be protected by him.

Expect lots of walks in nature, such as hiking in the mountains, and wandering in forests, and strolling along rivers.

Amaimon thinks it's really pretty when he sees your face and eyes' reflection in the water.

Or when he sees the sun shining off of your eyes and making them glimmer.

Basically he really likes your eyes.

Lots of cuddling and hand holding! He is a cuddle machine and loves to feel your warmth especially if you're soft and chubby.

Basically a lot of sweets, games, and cuddling when you're his mate.

#mephisto pheles #amaimon #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #aoex fanfic #aoex #blue exorcist headcanons #; my writing #; headcanons #; fluff

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blueexorcistao3ficfeed · 10 months

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by TongueTiedRaven and MarbleWolf

Five times Ryuuji used Rin's tail as a light and tried (failed) not to blush.

Words: 7327, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Suguro "Bon" Ryuuji, Okumura Rin

Relationships: Okumura Rin/Suguro "Bon" Ryuuji

Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slight Panic Attack, Mention of the Gun Moment, Background characters - Freeform

#blue exorcist fanfic #ao no exorcist fanfic #aoex fanfic #blue exorcist fanfiction #aoex fanfiction

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pondering-peach · 2 years

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Write a scene between two [of your] characters with no dialogue. Make it a quiet private moment where we see what theyre like together when no one else is around.

I sort of went outside the parameters of this prompt, that bein I used dialogue (I love writing it, sue me) and this is blue exorcist fanfic but... it still turned out good so no complaining 👹

bon x rin, aged-up, established relationship

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A Moment in Time

Soft light filtered through sheer curtains, bathing their small room in late-afternoon liquid gold. It was warm, gentle, settling over bared skin like a silken sheet, and Ryuuji wished he could stay like this forever. Rin snuffled slightly, burrowing his nose against Ryuuji's skin and sighing. A small smile curled the brunets lips.

Peace was a rare treat. When they weren't exorcizing demons or training, Ryuuji and his yearmates were often swamped with paperwork, teaching, and being sent out to various locations throughout Japan for patrol. And even then, their days off were often spent with peers or family. It was a rare occasion Bon got the entire day to lounge at home with the love of his life.

Rin skin was soft against his, warm and enveloping him in his scent (sweet and tangy, like vanilla and citrus, with the faintest hint of his favorite sugar cookie chapstick). His tail was lazily twitching beneath the blankets, hairs tickling Bons ankle and making a small 'shuff-shuff-shuff' sound against the fabric of their bedding. Rin was waking up.

Bon turned his gaze on the nephilim, his small smile from before coming back as Rin's jaw cracked open with a wide yawn and his eyes fluttered open. His eyes glimmered in the light, sleepy and filled with warmth.

"Mmmm, good morning," Rin groaned out, voice thick with sleep. "Did you sleep well?"

Truthfully, he hadn't slept at all. He had been distracted admiring the way the sun shifted through the sky, slowly paitning its golden rays across Rins freckled skin. No dream could ever live up to the man sleeping peacefully at Ryuuji's side.

"Yeah, like a baby." Rin smiled, eyes closing with content. Slowly, he rose from his reclined position, stretching his hands above his head and groaning as shivers wracked his body. Ryuuji chuckled, amused at Rins antics. Rins cheek dimpled, a sure sign of deviousness, and Ryuuji's chuckled turned into a laugh as Rin flopped against him dramatically, still shaking. He relaxed, laying completely across Bons lap with his eyes closed.

Silence reigned. Rin peeked out one eye, and was immediately struck dumbfound. Ryuuji was smiling down at him with a tenderness that nobody had ever shown him before. The sun bounced off his irises, lightening his usual intense brown eyes into molten amber pools. The edges of his eyes crinkled the way they did when he saw his mom and when Rin made curry.

Struck with overwhelming adoration, Rin playfully flung his arms around Bons shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss. He planted kisses all across his lovers face, giggling joyfully as he tried (not very hard) to break his hold.

"I love you Ryu, more than anything." Stilling, a blush shot up Bons neck. He'd never get used to hearing those words, his name in that voice, filled with authentic adoration.

"I love you too, Rin. You think I'd put up with your bedhoggin' ass if i didnt?" Rin face twisted, and he smacked Bons shoulder with a loud 'Hey!' Laughter spilled from Ryuuji's lips, and he silenced Rins complaints with a searing kiss. "Lets go get some food."

Yes, peace was hard to come by when you were an exorcist. There were always people in need and new trainees to bring up, but as the sun set on the horizon and the warm scent of fish and honey tea filled his senses, Bon was certain that it was all worth it if it meant he could spend moments like this with his love forever.

#bon x rin #bonrin #bonfire #rin okumura #ryuuji suguro #ao no exorcist #aoex fanfic #ficlet #blue exorcist

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trancylovecraft · 4 months

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(AOEX) YANDERE LUCIFER x READER: Radiance (DRABBLE)

i had a burst of inspiration at two in the morning, on christmas eve, in the middle of the night, pretty sure i heard santa on my roof. anyways, happy holidays you filthy animals!

"[F/N]!!!"

His shrieks rang throughout the broken rubble of the facility. What use to be white clinical walls and pristine tile flooring were now broken down into stone-dust and shards. Nothing left as that monster rampaged throughout the remains.

She ran, [F/N] ran like her life depended on it and it most certainly did. Her lungs burned as she traversed the rubble, Tears flooding out the corner of her burning eyes as her scorched lungs tried to keep up the pace.

The light behind her, The radiance showing in her peripherals couldn't distract her now. Even though it blinded her and started to sizzle at her skin, Her mind was a single track on the route to escape.

He couldn't get to her now, Not when she had made so many deals, So many months of planning and plotting to get her to where she was now. That one mistake, The one that made the house of cards tumble down:

He had found out of her escape.

Pandemonium broke loose. Both men and women screaming as his yells rang throughout the destroyed facility, They sounded strained, As if he was in more pain than he usually was. But most of all,

He was pissed.

His light was angry, It burned her and scorched her and she should've known. She had flown too close and had been reprimanded as such, Though it didn't matter as she felt the light getting closer. She'd just need to fly faster.

"[F/N]..!! Where are you.. My wife.. WHERE ARE YOU?!"

He screamed once more, Much closer. He was gaining on her quickly which only made the tears in her eyes fall much faster, Her choked gasps for air come out ever so more often. Her legs near given out, But she needed to go- To keep going, To get out of here-

"[F/N]!!!"

She felt something crash into her.

[F/N] let out a scream of her own, Falling down and hitting the broken tiles of the floor hard. She yelped, Crimson ichor already spurting out from a newly shard-cut gash in her head.

Her vision was blurry, A faint droning hum in the back of her ears as she felt her mind fade in and out of consciousness. However the only thing keeping her awake was the compressing weight on her back, One that kept her down on the ground.

[F/N] cried as she felt the charred claws of her captor wrap around her waist. She sobbed as his rotting nose was pressed into the crook of her neck, The way he let out a strangled purr as he did made her want to puke.

"Why.. Why did you try to get away from me..? I.. You ran away.. You.." His voice was like a raid siren in the middle of the night, The panic flooding through thousands was felt in the thundering of her one single heart as he spoke.

Lucifer's tail, The matted blonde fur wrapped around her thigh like a prisoners chain as he held her down to the floor. She sobbed as his rotten body encased hers, Face still pressed into her neck as she felt the nips of his fangs start to graze her skin.

"P-Please.. No!" [F/N] cried as she felt the bone start to dig into her skin, Head still pressed up against the rubble of the ground and his broken body still holding her down. He wasn't in his right mind.

And as her head turned and was met with the face of the beast, [F/N] wished she had never been born.

He was rotting from the inside out, Half of his face was decayed like he had already expired. If only, [F/N] thought. His platinum blonde hair was matted with the blood of others, He now had only one green eye wildly staring down at her, The other one fallen out ages ago.

[F/N] felt bile rise at the back of her throat as she saw the insides of his face, Half-rotten half-primal rage. She could see the bare surface of his skull, She could see his flesh hanging like drapes from his skeleton and how it almost ripped off his frame.

His power, He had exerted himself.

All to get to her.

"W-Why could you do this to me..? Why did you.. You're my wife, We married-! You-.. " Lucifer was cut off by a series of coughs, Mid-way through the markings he started to leave on her neck.

His teal military-uniform was ragged and bloody, His lengthy cardinal cape was the same, Only concealing the ichor better. This man was emotionally a machine, No feelings or deviation. Just an unfeeling machine churning out his duties.

Back then, [F/N] almost convinced herself that he was human. A cold comfort if not for his tail and cat-slit pupils. Not for the light he always radiated, Not like the glow he always emanated.

His glow wasn’t like the radiance of the sun, it wasn't like a lover's embrace on a cold winter's eve. No, Instead it was like the catalyst of a nuclear fallout.

He was the light in the sky moments before disaster, He was the death of thousands of men and women across era. He was The Morningstar, The one warned of in tales of old passed down through tradition and brushed off by the young.

But he was no joke, Not anymore as he held her near crying. Claws around her waist starting to dig into her skin and his coughing breaking down into wheezes, Teeth still lodged deep into her neck.

"You.. You must have gotten lost.. You must.. You got lost, Didn't you, My love? You.. You did!" Lucifer wheezed. This was no machine, Not anymore. He had sentience alright, But even so his delusions were not easily shaken.

[F/N] sniffled, Red eyes looking back at his horrific visage.

"P-Please- You gotta let me go, I can't stay here anymore- Please-! GRAH-!" [F/N] screamed as she felt his teeth gnaw into her neck and bite down, Blood gushed up from the wound and splattered on his rotten flesh.

And she wanted to scream, when she felt his tongue start to lick at her wound.

"Shhh.. You do not need to explain it to me-! You got lost-! You worried me.. You worried me.." He doted as his teeth parted from her wound and his tongue starting to lap at the blood, Almost caringly, Like a cat grooming it's young.

[F/N] sobbed. She knew very well that there was no getting through to him, Not in this state nor in his full power.

Her neck ached, Unable to support her head at it was fallen to the ground. Lucifer continued to tongue at her nape, She could almost feel him physically calm as he tasted the sweetness of her ichor.

"You worry me.. You.. I love you.. I love you, I love you.. I love you.." He said in-between each stroke of his tongue, Which just made her sob even harder. She wheezed, Body weak as she tried to crawl out from under his hold.

The stench was horrid, The iron copper of her blood mixing in with the ugly death of his rotting vessel. She knew he was in pain with every ache of his ligaments, With every tail-squeeze of her thigh she could feel his anguish.

But that didn't seem to matter to him anymore. Clawed hands still digging into her midsection as he claimed his prize, His wife, The one person in the damned dimension that took away his misery.

She loved him, She did. From the moment they met on that fateful night, When their eyes locked as he declared war on the true cross order. He knew that they were meant to be, The yearning obsession pounding through his heart being the tell-tale sign.

She felt the same way, She must have! Lucifer didn't know what he'd do if she didn't, What he'd do if he even had a suspicion.

The bodies around them, The splatters of organs and muscle was enough to tell [F/N] what would happen. The burning light coming from each and every single corpse, Their sizzled flesh smelling almost disgustingly like a meat on a grill, Just like the barbecue's she had when she was free.

But now he held her in a chokehold, What he thought was a lovers embrace. But this demon could never learn to love, Not in the way that could've ever been human anyways. [F/N] just sobbed in his arms, Unable to do anything else.

What could she do? This was The King of Light.

She could never escape, She didn't need a gilded cage to understand that part.

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I have two crossover fics w devilman.

One of aoex n the other is NGE

Not sure if anyone would be interested considering how im not caught up w either yet but i have examples if anyone is interested down below.

Aoex:

“Okay so i put this underneath my eye and then what?”

“thats it. You done.”

“Really? I thought itll be more so..”

“its the best we got so far. Now its just gonna have to last a lifetime.”

“But amon—! I dont want to wear uh con? Conc—ah whatever the fuck that is underneath my eyes!”

“concealer. It’s called a concealer. child, im stuck inside your feeble little mind. Do you really want to get stopped by humans asking for your parents because they put eyeliner on a child?”

“But? Thats how i alway look?” Aki—no her name is Egin now, look down at her lap. The swing she sat on is cold and rusty much like her battered shoes. The fairy the live inside her head sometimes be weird to her but she likes him better than the adults. He never tell her why she needed to do those stuff.”i never knew my parents. I just had you.”

”haah, thats so sweet. But i aint a suitable replacement, brat. We here for the long run not waiting around for that son of bitch to do us in.”

Egin teared up a bit, “Right..”

NGE:

“You.. your existent was meant to be a answer.” He simply states and kaworu cannot comprehend. After all this time he thought it was SEELE who made him and then this…angel broke his understanding of his role. If he wasn’t built with the purpose of housing his father’s soul so why..?

“Our father—not ADAM, had task many of our siblings to recreate other like us in hope to inhabit the planet we stand above. He dare not to be in my present for i was ongoing a punishment of his designed so i wasnt aware of the beings he sent out to this universe.”

“So you dont know about ADAM and LILITH then?”

“Only that theyre name after some humans but details of it? No. But this universe is vastly different from the one I spent eons in.”

His “brother”. The man standing in front of him with mix match lilim parts stood just just a feet away with all pair of wings out to the world to see.

An true angel from the story lilim of the old would speak of.

Yet another threat like the rest of his actual siblings posed. to shinji as well

“…i didnt know you were remolded as my…deeds repeated. After all Tabris, i had molded you.”

“…”

#devilman #dvmn #akira fudo #ryo #ryo asuka #aoex fanfic #nge #neon genesis evangelion #kaworu nagisa

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The Time Key: The Baba Yaga.

Sample Chapter.

January 1998

Mephisto called Shiro with a very important assignment. The exorcist entered the Directors office and approached his desk.

"Why do I need to do this one." Shiro griped. "Lake Towada is in the middle of fucking nowhere."

"It's a tourist town headed into winter." Mephisto tossed him a scarf and a pair of gloves. "Dress warm. It won't be comfortable."

"Can't some second-class nobody do this gig?" Shiro growled. "This is hardly a job for me."

"I need it to be you." Mephisto shrugged his shoulders. "It's a very precocious Baba Yaga, and proven hard to catch. Not one team from the Order has been able to silence the little beast."

"What's so special about it?"

"It can wield a demon sword." Mephisto smiled, knowing that tidbit would pique Shiro's interest. "They say it's the Fang of the mighty Hachiro."

"You mean, that gigantic lake serpent?" Shiro thought intently. "He's a big deal."

"Indeed." Mephisto nodded. "It would be quite a notch on your belt."

"I'll say," Shiro laughed. "Imagine all the chicks I'd get, if I took down a giant hydra? I'd be the talk of the entire Order. Baba Yaga be damned."

"You best get going." Mephisto urged. "There are no key portals out there, you will need to take the bullet train."

"Who's payin' for that?"

Mephisto groaned in aggravation and opened his wallet. He handed Shiro his credit card.

"You can also buy the Baba Yaga lunch with this."

Shiro stared at him dumbfounded.

"I mean..." Mephisto backtracked quickly. "If you don't murder it, in a blaze of glory, dripping with machismo."

Shiro snatched the card out of Mephisto's fingers and stomped toward the exit.

"I'm buying myself a steak and a round of drinks with this, just so you know."

"If you do that," Mephisto threatened with a laugh. "You'll be sifting demon shit in the Himalayas, with a team of demon-loving outcasts."

Shiro threw his head back and laughed.

Mephisto was probably joking, but he'd be sure to test the theory.

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The Entire Mission was Wretched.

Mephisto set him up, that tricky fuck!

Shiro butted out his smoke as he boarded the bullet train from Amori to Kyoto. Following closely next to him, was a filthy, street-rat child. The kid had been the one that saved both their lives. Hachiro had only allowed Shiro to leave, if he agreed to a betrothal. When the Baba Yaga was of age, they would produce Hachiro's future champion ninja.

Of course, it was never going to happen! The kid was only seven!!!

Shiro would be ancient by the time this kid was an adult!!

He slung his body into one of the train seats, scruffing the child up next to him. As soon as the train began to move, a hot gust of air blew from the vents. The girl held her hands up to the warmth with awestruck gratefulness.

The paperwork for this assignment was going to suck.

Shiro groaned with inward realization.

He didn't get his glory, instead, he got the shaft.

He could never breathe a word of this to anyone! They would laugh him right out of the Order!

Not only did he not kill the demon, but he was saved by a little girl.

Because the kid had a crush on him!

As a matter-of-fact, the she wouldn't let him go. The kid kept one hand tightly on his sleeve in desperation, like a barnacle. It was as if she'd never seen humans before. The crowds terrified her.

"Listen kid," Shiro sighed. "Just relax. I'm not leaving you here, my boss wants you taken to True Cross. There's other weird kids like you living there."

"Will you be with me?" She sniffed with tears welling in her eyes.

"Ya." Shiro grumbled, staring out the window. "Unfortunately."

The exorcist was exhausted after battling Hachiro for hours without end, the monster was too strong for anyone to vanquish. The Baba Yaga on the other hand, was just a human pet of the demon. Yet, the pet was more than a pouty little girl, she had a powerful temptaint and was in possession of demon sword.

There was something familiar about her, she reminded her of someone. She had strange pinkish hair, those swirling magenta eyes.

"What's your name kid?"

"Kirigakure." She answered matter-of-factly.

"No, I mean your first name?" Shiro prodded.

The child regarded him with confusion.

She didn't have one.

Shiro felt overwhelmed with pity, he too, didn't have a real name. His earliest moniker was a number from section 13. He was nothing more than an experiment, a test subject. Not meant to have a life or individuality.

"I'm going to call you Shura." Shiro sighed painfully. "Shura Kirigakure."

Yes, that's right. Shiro scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, he named the kid after a woman he met in a bar. But those are the only women he'd ever known, and thus the only female names he had to draw from.

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"You named the Baba Yaga after a woman you met in a pub?" Mephisto laughed outright. "How original!"

"What are the odds," Shiro responded thoughtfully. "That this kid has the same colouring as her? She reminds me so much of that woman."

Mephisto shrugged his shoulders.

"Could this be her daughter?" Shiro gestured to the child sleeping on Mephisto's leather couch. "I mean, she has a demon sword. That's some rare shit."

Shiro pulled it from a sheath on his back and handed it to Mephisto. It's a Fang, the woman I met at the bar also described her sword as a Fang. Do you think her mother might still be up in the mountains?"

"No." Mephisto answered succinctly. "From the research I've been conducting into the matter, each Baba Yaga is an identical clone of their mother. Once each incarnation gives birth, she dies and the child takes her place. That child is around seven, the timeline does line-up."

"If this kid is hers, she's dead." Shiro lowered his head at the reality. "That Hachiro is a sick fuck."

"Yes." Mephisto answered. "I'm afraid so."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"She's incredibly powerful, even you have seen it." Mephisto reasoned. "If the Order finds out about her, they will send her to section 13. Fresh blood is hard to find, and this one has unique DNA."

"What are you saying?"

"Train her to be an exorcist." Mephisto urged. "So that she has the tools to keep herself safe."

"Are you for real?" Shiro raised his voice in annoyance. "That kid has a crush on me! I want no part of teaching her!!"

"Well, too bad, so sad." Mephisto replied. "She needs a proper teacher and integration into the human world."

"I'm not the guy to teach anyone how to be human!"

"I'm not so sure about that." Mephisto mused. "You had to learn to be human, if anyone can steer the child in the right direction it's you."

"How long do I need to train the kid?"

"Take her on your missions for the next two weeks." Mephisto smiled. "That'll be enough. Drill into her head, everything you know. She will hang on your every word, and will always remember your wisdom."

"You think I have wisdom?"

"You are a highly talented warrior and the most resourceful in my organization. That's why I chose you to be my champion, and freed you from section 13. In a couple of weeks, I will find her a spot at an orphanage and hide her from the lab. Until then, train her well."

"Fine, Mephisto." Shiro grunted. "But two weeks is all she gets."

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December 25, 2017

Shura put down her video game controller stretched her legs.

"It's Christmas Eve." She announced. "Not that this wasn't fun but, I got things to do."

"Oh?" Mephisto paused his player. "I thought we were having a lovely day, you stayed for breakfast and lunch."

"Yeah, you've got some good food around here." Shura nodded. "But, the kids are havin' a party. I should go. It's also the boys' birthday."

"I almost forgot!" He said with fake concern. "My goodness, what will you wear?"

"I gotta go home and wash my Santa dress."

"I see." He smirked. "You mean, that slutty Santa's sister dress? I highly approve!"

He continued to snicker mischievously.

"What's so fuckin' funny?"

"Belial!" The demon shouted. "Did you wash that Santa dress like I ordered?"

"Yes, Master." The butler walked immediately in the room with the outfit pressed on a hanger.

"Wow, are you just sneaking into my apartment, now?" Shura put a hand over her eyes. "Like, I mean thank-you for washing it--but I feel so violated."

"Rin and Yukio live in the same dorm as you." Mephisto explained without a hint of concern. "And as their parental guardian I have instant access to that apartment block, I had you move in there too, for convienence."

"I'm sure you did--"

"For the boys of course." He winked. "Rin is your apprentice."

Mephisto held up an ornate key loop and picked out a bright blue key. "This one takes us to the dorm." He twisted it in the lock and they walked through a portal into her building. It was, as if, the dorm was part of Mephisto's mansion.

"Well shit." Shura was impressed. "So, where do the other keys go?"

"I can't tell you that, yet." Mephisto answered. "Not until you become my champion."

"Pass." Shura guffawed. "But nice try, that deal is dead in the water"

"Ah well," He said wistfully. "It was worth a shot."

An awkward silence descended between them. Shura then raised her chin to Mephisto, and squared her shoulders.

"Mephisto...I have a question."

"Yes?" He answered softly. "What is it?"

"Do you ever try being friends with humans?" She paused, organizing her thoughts. "I mean, sometimes you're almost likeable. Couldn't you attempt to earn their trust?

He arched an eyebrow with interest.

"Say you wanted a demon contract with a person." She continued. "Couldn't they do it because they care about you? Not because it's a game they lose?"

"I suppose, in theory. But human company isn't that easy m'lady." Mephisto sighed. "The complications are endless, the stakes high. Love wanes after an eternity, having true feelings is hard after watching so many loves come and go. It would harden the softest heart, and the sanest mind."

"Wow, I'm sorry, Mephisto." Shura smile slid from her face. "I had no idea."

So, the demon did have baggage, she realized. Probably thousands of years of it.

"Don't be sorry." He squeezed her shoulder. "The reality is what it is. After years upon years of dealing with humans, I got to know how they think, their wants, dreams and desires. All of that knowledge makes love impossible, it takes all the fun out of it. It makes love boring."

"That's hard to believe." She challenged. "There must be some softness in your heart, somewhere. Something you'd find exciting."

Shura extended her hand, touching Mephisto's face with a newfound tenderness.

"M'lady?" He questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Shura leaned in closer, closing her eyes. She brushed her soft pink lips against his, kissing the demon with a caring sweetness. When Shura backed away, she chuckled with slight embarrassment.

"What was that for?" He gifted her with a small amused smile,

"Oh, nuthin," She laughed good-naturedly, pointing upward. "Some asshole hung a piece of mistletoe there. Just doin' my festive duty."

"Festive duty?" He bit back a rueful laugh. "I see."

"Anyway, gotta change, see ya later!" She shouted, slamming the door to her dorm.

Mephisto stood alone in the hallway bemused. He reached above him and plucked the sprig of mistletoe within his fingers.

"Yes, Shura. Some asshole did hang it there."

He grinned evilly.

"And that asshole was me."

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Mephisto emerged back in his mansion, and Belial was already waiting.

"The exwires have finally sent your party invitation."

"Those little bastards." Mephisto griped. "Talk about last minute!"

"I'm sure they saved their most important guest for last."

"Yes." Mephisto rolled his eyes at the butler. "I'm sure."

"What are your plans then?"

"I'm going to crash their party." Mephisto grinned wolfishly. "It will now have an "adult component."

"How should I proceed, Sir?"

"Raid the liquor cabinet in the barrister's lounge." Mephisto smirked. "I want the MaCallan 1926, Claze Azul, and some Crystal Pinstripe Black Bottle."

"But Sir!, that's incredibly expensive, if not priceless!" Belial was aghast. "What's the occasion!?"

"A new lease on life." Mephisto twirled with excitement. "It's a new beginning for all of us."

"Will Miss Kirigakure be joining you again tonight?"

The demon gave Belial some knowing side-eye.

"I want the best wine we have and two flutes in my room, for the afterparty."

"Yes, Master." The butler nodded. "Once you return, I will not interrupt you...."

"Good."

#blue exorcist #shura kirigakure #ao no exorcist #shiro fujimoto #mephisto pheles #aoex fanfic #alternate timelines

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