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alexxncl · 24 hours

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 37 SPOILERS‼️

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the fact that they're instantly seen in their demon forms as soon as the lesson starts when they've been so comfortable outside of them, which to me is indicative of their acceptance of their new lives, is a punch to the gut

they're all willing to throw away everything they've worked for socially, risking their lives and their status to save the person they look up to the most, the one who brought them all together in the first place, their big brother. the man who blames himself for his brothers' willingness to follow him despite it being of their own volition, for his sister's death, and who'll probably blame himself for their inclination to save him; he doesn't understand their actions and insistence because he doesn't feel like he's done enough to deserve their devotion and their love after destroying and reshaping the only life they'd known

what if barbatos (nightbringer) intervened and had the brothers fall to the devildom instead of cocytus because he knew how important they were to this timeline? more on this here

me and mephisto be on the same wavelength fr

the brothers followed lucifer because they wanted to, not because he forced or deliberately convinced them to, but because he changed all of their lives for the better and continues to do so just by being the person he is. they love him as much as he loves them

lucifer's love for his brothers manifests in overprotectiveness and being secretive about his struggles, his insecurities, his imperfections, but also his pride in everything they have done and will continue to do as they grow and learn more about themselves

his brothers' love for him manifests in the way they constantly pester and annoy him, the way they stick up for him both when he's around and when he's out of earshot, the way they take after his best and worst traits, the way that they'd do anything for him, the way that they'd follow him to the ends of the earth even if it meant their own deaths and banishment

my frail weak heart 💔 big brother levi in action

levi and asmo, and i'm assuming the rest of the brothers, completely ignored what the unknown voice said about hating his brothers. they know it's not true from firsthand experience in his mindscape, and even if it were true, they still love him enough to try saving his life

i don't think satan ever hated his brothers, he hated that he didn't understand them, himself, and the world around him that he was unwillingly thrust into. if anything, either the unknown voice is blatantly lying, or the unknown voice is detecting self hatred and branding it as hatred towards lucifer since satan was born of lucifer's wrath and (maybe) the two wings he ripped off.

eye personally think the feathers on his boa are the feathers from lucifer's wings but maybe i'm reaching

maybe the unknown voice isn't just "detecting" anything or lingering on the past, but is a personification of what each brother believes the others think of them

satan thinks, or at least used to think, that his brothers thought he hated them, and he played into it in order to not get too attached, to not split up the family more, but he was proven wrong after they entered his mindscape

beel, on the other hand, not only did he literally betray the celeatial realm and forfeit his position by falling from grace, he thinks that his brothers, especially belphie, blame him for lilith's death. he was one of the strongest, if not the strongest soldier of the celestial realm, but was unable to save the very person the celestial war was started over, even after belphie indirectly told him to save lilith instead of him

realizing how rare big brother asmo moments are makes me vv sad. we get a glimpse of them every so often, like the tidbit about him painting everyone's nails and being the most welcoming and accommodating to satan, but since he's one of the youngest, it's rare to see him look out for the few that are younger than him since he's almost always being looked out for

i don't have to go into detail about how much i adore mammon and how much i love when the devs ACTUALLY let him act like a big brother for once bc i've done it a million times. however

do i wish it were more prominent in less dire situations? yes. but the rarity of the overt protectiveness also makes it that much more endearing when it does happen. as much as i love it when he's being a shithead to lucifer, he's also a really good big brother in his own right. as an older sibling myself, there's so many small things he says and does to and for his brothers that i can relate to, and there's a lot of things he does that remind me that he's still a younger sibling that relies on his big brother. i love him and his character sm you don't understand

this hurts so much. so much

theres no way that lucifer, with his status, didn't what would happen if they fell from grace, and that's part of the reason why he felt, and still feels, so guilty for the events and aftermath of the war. it's why he was crying in the nightbringer teaser photo on the website as he fell. he could handle falling from grace and suffering for eternity, at least as long as his brothers didn't suffer the same fate. now his greatest fears are being realized, and he can't do anything to stop them now that they've already followed in his footsteps and met the same fate as him

back to the nightbringer teasers, when we got character descriptions, we learned that lucifer asked raphael to fight on his side of the war. but he declined, which probably was both shocking ro but also expected by lucifer. he knew that what lucifer and his brothers wanted to fight for was just, but he couldnt push past what had been instilled in him for so long and fight against what he'd been taught was "right," or "just." and now, seeing lucifer in chains like this, he wonders if he really did pick the right side

simeon probably wishes he'd fallen, too. we know he was demoted to archangel after the war, probably because he helped lucifer and his brothers in secret while primarily fighting for his father's side

luke was too young to understand why anyone would go against their father, and he hated the very idea of evil. now he's realizing, in the worst way possible, that what he believed to be good wasn't truly as pure as he once thought

this lesson was so good but it's almost 3 am and i have class tomorrow 🫠 lesson 38 can wait

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tsukii0002 · 26 days

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Mc: I can't take it anymore… If you continue to be so irresponsible I'll take the kids!!!!

Mammon: Please Mc! Forgive me, I promise I will change. I will be a better father!

Mc: I can't ensure the welfare of my children over words.

Mammon: Mc! I will never stop caring about our children!!!

Levi: *confused* What are they doing?

Asmo: Oh *eating popcorn* they are arguing because Mammon bought birdseed for canaries instead of special birdseed for crows for the new chicks.

Satan: *stealing popcorn from Asmo* And now Mc has restricted Mammon's care over them.

Levi: And what do the parents think, the crows?

Satan: *holding back laughter * They're on Mc's side.

Levi: Pfff *starting to laugh*

Mc: It's too late...

Mammon: Mc nooo!!!!

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shootingstarrfish · 2 months

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asmo maid outfit! i designed outfits for all the brothers, just need to draw em out ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ we'll see if i can commit

#obey me #obey me art #obey me nightbringer #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #om! asmodeus #asmo obey me #omswd

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 6 months

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Mc: Hey, Asmo, can you help me with my zipper?

Asmo: Yeah, I’m on it!

Mc:

Asmo:

Mc:UP, Asmo.

Asmo: Right, sorry. Force of habit.

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neiveel3llson · 20 days

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While hosting a game show to boost the brothers' popularity

NB MC: "-and you'll have to answer twice," *looks at Mammon with. smirk* ", easy for you Virgos."

NB Mammon: "How did they know I was a Virgo..."

*Fanfare begins*

NB Mammon: "HOW DID THEY KNOW I WAS A VIRGO I DID NOT TELL THEM MY BIRTHDA-"

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5mary5 · 1 month

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Female mc visits the gynecologist

Obgyn:so are you sexually active?

Mc: yes

Obgyn: are you on birth control?

Mc: no

Obgyn: *looking at the 7 men that came with her for support 🤨* why?

Mc:....they are all infertile-

(This is written on the basis that demons cannot get humans pregnant btw)

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java-lava · 8 months

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Random Demon; “Mc, if I had a Time Machine, I’d go back to the day you were born and thank your mother for giving birth to someone so beautiful!”

Mc, without hesitation; “if I had a Time Machine, I’d go back in time and tell your mom to swallow you.”

Satan and Asmo; *absolutely sobbing with laughter*

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me memes #obey me x reader #asmo obey me #satan obey me #obey me funny #mc obey me

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princessasmosprincess · 9 months

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You don't like Asmo? You don't like pretty, flirty boy who pampers you? Who tells you what you need to hear to feel better about yourself, and he means every word? Who knows exactly what he's doing romantically and sexually and caters it all to your desires because he thrives on your pleasure? Who loves you because you see him for who he truly is and not just because of his pretty face and his charm? You don't like that Asmo?

#i will never understand how he got 11th place in the popularity survey #that's behind all his brothers and the dateables minus luke #and all of this is basically canon like this really is him #screaming this from the rooftops #omswd #obey me shall we date #asmo obey me #obey me #asmodeus obey me #asmo #asmodeus #suggestive

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meyobe · 9 months

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Pretty privilege…. No MC privilege pt.2

Satan

Mc can always expect him to take their side no matter what.

Mc was the first person to see past his angry and treat him like a person.

He is forever imbedded to them.

No matter how criminal the crime.

Mc was the one to start a fight? Well why was the other person fighting back?

Mc broke an expensive vase? If it’s so expensive why it is out, where anyone can reach it?

Mc started a fire in the kitchen? Devildom ingredients can be dangerous for human use-age.

He will most likely find a way to flip Mc problem on the person who accused them.

He his mind you do no wrong.

But not to be mistaken, he knows Mc is reckless but guidance is key! (He thinks)

Asmo

He will put Mc comfort over his.

He’s spent millennials admiring himself and put himself over other by default.

Mc showed him that his soul is more blinding then any gold or highlighter he puts on.

Mc has showed him a new way of viewing life.

Mc looks uncomfortable sitting on the floor during movie night? Just take his seat… matter a fact his kicking his brother off so you can have space.

Mc is tired of wearing their heels? He’ll switch shoes with you.

Mc is carrying a lot of bags that look heavy? He’ll carry them himself no matter how ugly he thinks it is.

He is letting go of his persona of being perfect because Mc taught him your flaws make you unique.

Buttt old habits die hard but Mc just has to look at him and he knows to settle down.

Beel

Mc can use him as a stress reliever( not that way ^_^)

He is the strongest brother( without and magic or demon forms) he works out and knows it can take stress away.

Mc showed him it’s not enough to be strong physically, but mentally.

Mc and beel are two side of the same coin.

He never wants Mc to hold what their really thinking or feeling back.

Mc’s had a really bad day? Are we going to the gym or on a run?

Mc is refaced with a bad memory? Does Mc need to yell he will listen? Or does Mc want to punch someone or something? He is right there.

Mc feels the need to let out some energy? Does Mc want to practice with him and his team?

He knows that sometimes people need to get violent to relive their stress.

Nothing that Mc May do can hurt him. So go crazy >_<

He thinks Mc is the strongest person he will ever meet.

He strive to be just like them.

Belphie

Mc can expect him to make an effort.

He’s had lots of time to dwell on his past mistakes and understand where he went wrong.

He will spend an eternity trying to make things right.

He wants Mc to know he’s trying his hardest for them.

He’s trying to living up to the honor them Mc gives him.

Mc has been feeling stressed? Flowers and a gift basket are at their door with a note that has the letter “B” on it.

Mc has to go to a meeting but also need to do my chores? He’ll make sure they’re done before Mc is back.

Mc and Belphie got Into a fight? He’s still texting them “ Goodnight, I love you “ because he knows how easily you can be taken away.

All his life his been deemed lazy or useless. It never bother him until Mc.

He is becoming the best version of hisself because he wants to be the demon whose worthy of a pact with Mc.

A/n/: should I write this for the dateables?!?!

I should also mention that I love writing so feel free to request!!

A new post about volleyball will be up soon!

Ty all!❤️

Pt.3 is up!!

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leviathans-watching · 9 months

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hi sophie! you can deny this request if it's too suggestive for you, but i was wondering if you could write how the brothers react to an MC that walks around the house shirtless/in a sports bra if they're fem bodied when it gets too warm? it's super hot this summer and i've been doing this recently to calm down haha

no worries if you can't! anyway i hope you're well :3

~ nessa ♡

seeing you shirtless

includes: lucifer, mammon, asmo, beel x/& gn!reader (no pronouns/body type mentioned/described)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: oml this was so fun to write ty for this idea!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!

warnings: minorly suggestive (thirsty brothers), explicit language

please reblog <3

➳ lucifer is a gentleman, so he doesn’t comment on your choice of–lack of–attire, however, he finds himself looking more often than is polite, more often than he should, studiously taking in the unfamiliar slope of your shoulders, the way your spine sits in your back. you’re magnetic, and though he tries to be subtle he’s sure you’ve caught him staring by now. perhaps that’s why you keep entering the room, stopping to stretch directly in his line of sight with a poorly concealed smile across your lips. lucifer tears his eyes away, looking at his book, but the words are incomprehensible.

➳ mammon wonders if his blush is permanently on his face. he’s seen you in a swimsuit before, hell, more than once, but this is somehow different. maybe it’s because you’re in his house, in his room, acting in such a familiar way in such a familiar setting but looking so unfamiliar, like something straight out of his dreams. and look, it’s not like he’s trying to objectify you or anything, but he can't deny that you’re attractive. distantly, he wonders if you have any freckles previously undiscovered, before he shakes himself. he’s the great mammon! he shouldn’t be swayed by some human! and yet… god, even his ears are red.

➳ asmo whistles, eyes wide. you’d been complaining about the heat lately, something asmo’d totally forgotten was a thing, given that he was a demon in the fiery pits of hell and all, but he’d never thought this would be your solution. instead of being shy, you wink at him, continuing to wipe down the glass of the sliding door, body moving in such interesting, delectable ways. look what you’ve done to him, made him fantasize over cleaning for god’s sake! asmo continues to watch, debating the merits of stripping out of his own shirt as well.

➳ beel doesn’t notice for a long moment, but when he does, he can’t stop himself from admiring your body, loving how it looks in its natural shape. he loves everything about you, something he hopes you know, and can’t believe how lucky he is. for once, he's not hungry, sated with the feat in front of his eyes. or maybe he’s more hungry. hard to tell. but he’s nothing if not polite, so he acts as if nothing’s happened, taking care to maintain eye contact with you respectfully, even offering his help with chores. but when you turn around… damn, he’s so lucky.

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fanficsat12am · 4 months

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when the brothers realize how much MC loves them I Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

Lucifer & Mammon

Happy New Year everyone!! Hope ya guys had a great flippin holiday time :> As always, notes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated <33 Have fun reading!!

Leviathan

Putting himself down was second nature to him at this point—sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It especially got even worse after getting into a relationship with you. His mind refused to believe that anyone could ever love someone like him.

Levi dreaded the day you’d finally see what he sees and ultimately decide to leave, but he wouldn't hold it against you. Why would you settle for someone like him when there were countless others in the three realms who could give you so much more…

“Hey, you okay?” you asked worriedly, noticing his glazed look and how his eyes had dimmed. “O-of course I’m fine! Pft, why would I be lol,” he stumbles out, trying to keep up his facade—but of course, you saw through it.

As he tries to get back to his game he can feel your eyes piercing him.

“I’m going to ask you how you are one more time and I would like you to answer me honestly,” gently taking the controller in his hands from him and placing it aside. “Now tell me, what’s up?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, the words not too foreign to his tongue.

“If this is about last week I've already told yo-” “Ugh, that’s not what I meant…” he cuts you off, trying to find the right words.

“I-it’s just…you could have had ANYBODY else, but instead you’re stuck with me. I can’t 1v1 Beel's body, Diavolo’s money, Asmo’s looks- heck even stupid Mammon’s got charm! I'm just Levi, the plain old third-born…” he bites his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. His efforts proved futile as he felt its warm trickle slowly dripping down his face, one after the other.

A part of him wanted to take back everything he just said—to restart and pick a different approach. But this wasn’t another one of his games. This was real life, and in here you've only got one shot. It was game over, he knew he had lost.

He shut his eyes tight, listening closely for the sound of you finally walking out those doors. He couldn't bear to watch you leave him.

You shake your head at the absurdity of his words, cupping his face into your hand. “I’m not stuck with you, silly. I choose to be here.”

Opening his eyes back again he's met with you smiling at him, the sight making his heart skip a beat.

“I’m here because I can’t get enough of you. I love how your cheeks would go red when I catch you staring at me,” you say, leaning closer and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“How your brows would furrow and your eyes would squint whenever you’re focused on your game,” sending a kiss by the bridge of his nose.

You gently grab his wrist and fumble on the soft skin of his palms with the pads of your thumb. “How you’d start gesturing with your hands a lot when you talk about the latest anime you’re into,” you reminisce, another kiss now to the back of his hand.

“How right before you fall asleep, you hold me closer and whisper to the dead of the night how much you love me,” you say as you end it with a tender kiss to his lips.

“And each day I find myself falling for you even more. They could try to give me the whole world, but they’ll never be you. So please, stop thinking you need to earn my affection because you don't. Not now and not ever.”

You lift his face up to meet your gaze, looking at him as if you see right through him. “There is nothing I would change about you. You are perfect in my eyes.”

He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was left speechless, his mind going haywire with everything you had just said.

Seeing how his brain had completely stopped working, he let his body do all the talking instead. He wordlessly wrapped you in a tight embrace, cherishing the warmth of your body against his.

The bitter taste of the sin he was meant to represent felt absent. Levi sensed no need to be envious of others when he had someone like you to call his.

Satan

Not once had he let himself think that he could indulge himself in something such as love—for wrath did not deserve the peace of love. While love held everything together in its warm embrace, wrath tirelessly tore with its cold unforgiving hands.

Despite their differences, there was no denying that both were blind. Just like a moth, you were entranced by the beautiful embers of his flame, blissfully indifferent to the heat.

He stared at his reflection with disdain. The obsidian black horns adorning his head felt heavier the longer he looked, not to mention the tail that whipped mindlessly on its own. He gritted his teeth in disgust, delivering a blow to the mirror that sent it hurdling to the ground. Through his ragged breaths and the rapid beating of his heart, he hears a voice not of his own.

"Satan?" you called, breaking him from his trance-like state. You softly closed his door behind you, hands outstretched and unsteady.

With each step you took, he took two back—his mind screaming at him to stay away from you but his heart yearning to leap into your hold.

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured, taking a step towards him.

"No it's not!" he screams, backing away from your approaching form.

Hearing the crunch of glass under the weight of his shoes, he takes notice of the mirror he broke just moments ago. Reflected on its cracked surface was a distorted image of him; a monster.

"Please, let me help," you pleaded, trying to close the gap between you. He hastily steps back, tripping on his own feet and leaving him a heap on the floor.

"Don't come any closer!" he screams, the room shaking with the sheer volume of his voice. You kneel to his level, quickly engulfing him in your arms.

‘Run. He doesn't deserve you. Just stay away.’ He repeated in his head like a silent prayer, hoping that by some miracle it would come true.

But as he felt you hold him tighter, he knew you would do nothing of the sort. As he trembled in your arms, he wills himself to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since the day you'd started dating.

"Why?" he whispered softly, almost inaudible if not for the heavy silence of the night. "I could lose control. Why do you insist on staying? To even consider feeling anything for a monster such as myself is just…foolish."

You think about your answer carefully, knowing that what you say next will mend or break the man in your hold. "Loving someone takes courage. To trust someone with your heart and believe they would keep it safe. Keep you safe. Let the three realms call me foolish but there's no doubt in my mind that I love you, Satan. Not the Avatar of Wrath, you Satan,'' you answer truthfully, pouring every ounce of your heart into each word.

Gently taking hold of his chin, you tilt his head up to meet your eyes. "Tell me now Satan, will you hurt me?" you ask, the demon shaking his head immediately. He wouldn't dream of ever wishing to cause harm to you. He would die first before anybody, let alone himself, hurt you.

"Then it is not foolish of me to love you" you say, your words unfaltering.

Tears welled in his eyes, accepting defeat at the hands of your love and melting deeper into your embrace. As he lays on your chest, he turns to face where your heart would be and whispers an oath. "I love you, MC. I shall protect you with my life" he vows, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Asmodeus

As the Avatar of Lust and the Jewel of the Heavens, he was always the talk of the town. You, on the other hand, weren’t too familiar with the gossip world. Although you knew that was going to change once you officially became a couple.

You took no mind to it, brushing them off with a small wave knowing that the wrong move could only add more oil to their flame. But Asmo wasn’t like you. He could feel all the looks they gave him, the incessant whispers and murmurs whenever he’d turn his back.

He typically had no care for whatever lies people have heard about him. The same could not be said though when they had the audacity to include you into the mix. It was slowly chewing away at him and he couldn’t deny the pit of doubt slowly churning inside him.

“I saw MC out with one of the brothers last week. They’ve been getting closer recently. I wonder what happened between them"

"I saw them leaving school with Simeon yesterday, I’m surprised that’d cheat on Asmo with someone like him”

”They’ve got the most powerful people of the Devildom wrapped around their finger and they’re still with Asmo? Damn”

The final blow was realizing that everything was better without him in the picture. Your smile wasn't just bright, it was brighter, you weren't just happy, you were happier.

He slams his door shut, sliding down the wooden surface as he feels his legs give underneath him.

‘Can’t you see? They were never the problem. No matter what you do, you could never satisfy them. Once again you've proved to be useless.’

‘You think they’d just be swayed by your face? By the number of followers you have? Underneath it all you're nothing. It's just pathetic.’

He shook his head, gripping and pulling on his delicate sand blonde hair. No matter how hard he cupped his hands over his ears, their words never ceased. His eyes pricked with tears, months of silent torture finally finding his moment of weakness.

You on the other hand were beyond worried. You were no stranger to Asmo’s flamboyant walk outs but this was different. As you neared the door to his room, you could hear silent sobs and cries on the other side. Knocking softly, you worriedly call out to him.

“Asmo?” The sobbing stops, rendering the halls eerily silent. “Darling, what’s wrong? Can I come in?” Still no response.

Asmo freezes at the sound of your voice, the loud thumping of his heart drowning out the constant knocking on his door. An internal conflict rages within him. Not only is the person causing all this mess of emotions on the other side of the door, but the only one who can make it all go away as well.

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.” Just as you’re deciding if you should get some help from the others, the door opens. From it, a hand grabs your wrist, swiftly pulling you inside and closing the door.

Looking around, the usually bright and pinkish room was cold and dark. You could barely see anything with the only light coming from his window.

The crisp silence of the night was cut by the uneven breathing of Asmo who was still by the door. You reach out to gently place a hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetie?” you call, fingertips only a few milliliters away, when his voice stops you in your tracks.

“Do you love me?” he whispers.

“Of course I do,” you answer immediately, not missing a beat.

You gently grab him by the shoulder and turn him to face you, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover being in so much turmoil.

“Oh, Asmo…” your hand tenderly holds his cheek, the other wiping away the tears that have yet to cease from falling.

“Each day, I hear another rumor about you finding somebody else…” he pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath. “If you’re going to do it, please just do it already and save me the mascara.”

He knows that watching you leave will hurt more than any hangover can ever do to him. It would be like he was falling from the pristine white gates of Celestia again, powerless as he saw all he held dear fade into a memory of what he had once had.

He could try to convince himself that the rumors were true. That you were only ever with him for his fame and looks and that he never cared about you. But of all the lies that have circulated, that would have been the biggest one.

“Honey, I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever,” you say as you tuck a lock behind his ear. “If you think I’d ever love someone after you then I have failed in showing you how much you mean to me.”

Through blurred vision, Asmo tries to find an ounce of deceit within the windows to your soul; a malicious grin, a break in eye contact, a drop of sweat. Nothing.

He lets out a shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding, pressing his soft hands upon your own and interlacing it with his. It was stupid of him to ever doubt your feelings for him. To hell with what they thought of the both of you. All he cared about now was now, being here in your hold, forever.

“You’re so cute sometimes, darling…" he whispers in amusement, a small smile finally making its way onto his lips.

“Please tell me I still look fabulous even after all that tears. Ugh, my eyes are gonna be so puffed up tomorrow!”

You chuckle at his comment, happy to see him start coming back to you. “Still ever so stunning, My Prince.”

“Let’s stay like this for just a bit more, hm? All this crying made me tired. Then after, we can run a nice warm bath for the two of us. Doesn't that sound wonderful?” He murmured, melting more into your touch.

“Whatever you’d like, darling,” you replied, pressing your forehead to his.

And there you stayed, forehead to forehead, hands intertwined, just you and him in the comfort of each other's touch.

AN: Thanks a bunch for reading!! Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments <33

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