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NEPHILIM LOST: Adrift On The Currents Of Time

***I have earlier seasons of OM! I should be writing on, but I felt inspired to write the opening of Nightbringer from my MC's point of view. Also the starting lessons for NB were awkward and weird as hell with the new app pushing, so that was, uh...interesting to work around.

It helps that NB is fresh and I'm terribly behind writing for the OG app, but..eh. I'll get there eventually.

Chapter 1: CASTAWAY

Cayrie puttered away in her room at Serenity Manor, getting herself ready for tomorrow’s trip. The room was bright and clean, music filled the space, and she happily hummed to herself as she worked.

After becoming a full-fledged member of Diavolo’s council, she found herself traveling between worlds a handful of times per week. She was an efficient liaison between the human and demon worlds, fetching items for both and popping in frequently to see to her duties as a council member.

Traveling between worlds had become second nature to her at this point, and she had established homes both here and there in the Devildom. In light of that, the bag she packed was very light, filled with little to nothing save a special treat for herself and the boys and some paperwork she’d been working on.

There was no need to shuttle objects between places when she had all she needed wherever she went.

Her DDD rang, causing her to smile when she saw who was calling.

“Yes?” she crooned. “What can I do for you, Lucifer?”

“I’m aware that you’re scheduled to come here early tomorrow morning.” he began, “But I was wondering if you would like to come this evening instead and have dinner with me? If you haven’t yet tired of Ristorante Six, I’d love to make a reservation. I’ll even bring Mammon along, as I’m feeling rather generous today.”

“Oooh, that you are.” she grinned. “And I’m never tired of Risto-six. What time are you thinking?”

“6 o’clock, if that works for you.”

“That works perfectly for me.”

“Great, I’ll see you then. Safe travels, Cae.”

“Thank you, Lu. See you soon.” she replied, looking forward to the evening.

⥈

Packed and ready to go, Cayrie stood in front of the cage to bid her feathered friend farewell.

“I’ll be back soon, Miri.” she crooned, making sure the little starling had enough food and water to tide her over. “Be a good bird, okay?”

Miri churred in response, watching her secure her bag to her shoulder. With one last goodbye to her friend, Cayrie began the incantation that would sweep her away to the Devildom.

“Make a path where there is none…and take me where I wish to go!”

Her power answered her eagerly, the path in her mind’s eye clear as day. In a swirl of light and magic, she was gone from her bedroom in the blink of an eye.

⥈

Seconds into her journey between realms, something went very, very wrong.

She had done this a hundred times already. Nothing should have gone wrong at all, and yet the portal’s corridor turned black and stretched impossibly long, suspending her in a tunnel of cloying darkness she couldn’t find a way out of.

Very quickly, her movement stopped altogether and she was suspended in the void-space alone…or so she thought. The hair raising on the back of her neck told that she did, in fact, have company she couldn’t see.

“Hello, Cayrie” an inky voice called, vibrating all round her. It weedled its way into her mind, making her feel small, and the human knew then that she had been intercepted by a powerful, unknown entity.

“...Hello?” she answered meekly. “...Who are you?”

She could almost feel it shrug. “Perhaps you know me, perhaps you don’t. Regardless…know that I am very well acquainted with you.”

“Okay, well that’s a creepy fucking way to not answer that question.” she snapped back, trying to make out any sense of form in the darkness. “How do you know me?”

“Because you introduced yourself. Very recently, in fact.” the being chuckled, amused with her. “Though, I suppose it might have been quite some time ago for you. It’s clear that I have you worried. Well, there’s no need to be, really - because nothing remains hidden from me. I see everything. And by everything I don’t mean just the present, but the past and future as well.”

“...What?” she asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. “...Th...That doesn’t reassure me at all.”

How many times was it now that formless entities had held and spoken to her? She honestly didn’t know at this point.

“Regardless, it’s nearly time for you to depart, so I can’t keep you here much longer.” the being answered, shifting around her.

“Oh, well, that’s great because I was already on my way somewhere!” she snapped, unable to move herself no matter how she tried to swim in the darkness. “So I would very much appreciate it if we could wrap up whatever this is and get a move on. I have people waiting on me.”

“I’m going to take you someplace better than where you were going.” the entity stated, disregarding her distress. “A place where you’re happy, a place that will bring you more joy than any other.”

“And who are you to know that?!” Cayrie demanded, a feeling of panic turning her gut. “I’m happy enough as it is, so let me go on my way!”

“Oh, I will. However, your way is now to a world where you’ll find those you yearn for, and who yearn for you as well. Ah, but you will need some protection. I’ll gift you a disguise to make things easier for you when you arrive. Daemonos Forma.”

At the entity’s words, tendrils or darkness reached out to touch her, enveloping her in its magic. The words it had spoken etched themselves into her mind as her form tingled and changed into something foreign to her. She could feel extra limbs attached where no limbs had been before, although she was unable to turn and see them properly.

“...No! What are you doing to me?!” she cried, overwhelmed by the presence that assaulted her. “Don’t you dare take me away from here! I don’t agree to this! LET ME GO!!”

“Now, now. Don’t worry. We’ll meet again in time.” it crooned, unswayed by her thrashing. “Though I must admit that Time for me is like a heavy, dark mud. It sits in a big container as it silently and slowly swirls around like a vortex. Will you be entering your own past? Or the past, present, or even future of someone you don’t know?

“But never fear.” the voice continued. “No matter where you go, they will always be waiting for you. Safe travels, Little Nephilim.”

And with that, the power of the entity swept her away, tearing her out of the corridor she had built for herself and into one of its own murky making that made her entire being scream out in confusion and fear.

⥈

Cayrie appeared in the Devildom high above the ground, over the roofs that made up the capital city. She caught a glimpse of the buildings, shining beautifully in the moonlight, before gravity took her and she began to fall.

Something caught her and sent her into a dizzying spiral as she tried to right herself, something heavy on her back that kept getting pushed and pulled in the whipping wind of her descent. She caught a glimpse of them flailing out behind her.

Wings.

Mottled black and white wings that were impossible to get under control. Gods knew she had always wanted a pair, but right now they were nothing more than a nuisance threatening to kill her.

“…Oh god, oh god, oh god…!” she thought, unable to stop or slow herself. “…I’m going to fucking die here…! I’m going to fucking die!”

The ceiling and scaffold of an unfinished building came up to meet her. She crashed through them, tumbling down through the levels of supports until she met a hard stone floor, landing on it with a painful finality that turned her world dark once more.

⥈

“...ey, …..ay?”

Someone was gently shaking her. With a groan, Cayrie opened her eyes to see a blurry figure kneeling over her. It took a mighty effort to focus her vision through the splitting pain of her head and the ringing in her ears.

When she did, she saw a demonic Diavolo looking down at her with concern.

“Thank goodness…you’re awake.” he sighed, relief palpable. “You’ve been out cold for some time. We were really beginning to worry.”

“Hey, you…” Mammon ordered, standing over her, also in his demonic form. “Now that you’re awake, y’know what that means, doncha? You OWE me. I mean, I was the one who noticed ya lyin’ over here and all, so you definitely owe me some sorta reward, right?”

Cayrie just stared at him, completely bewildered. Not only was he being incredibly rude, but his voice was loud and made the pain in her head even worse.

“So, now that we’re on the same page…” he continued, looking very proud of himself, “Gimme all your money! The Great Mammon demands tribute!”

“...Pl…Please stop shouting.” she stammered, wincing as she touched a bloody spot on the back of her head. Her vision kept blurring out, it was hard to breathe, and everything hurt.

“Eh?! You talkin’ back to me?” he exclaimed loudly, bristling at her. “You got a lotta nerve doin’ that. Who the hell are ya, anyway?!”

“Someone who’s obviously injured and bewildered, Mammon. Yelling at this lost little lamb isn't going to do any good.” Asmo chided, looking down at her with pity.

“Ugh, a lost demon? …Lame.” Belphie scoffed, swishing his tail in annoyance.

“Don’t be like that, Belphie. Lost or not, something about her smells good…” Beel noted as he sniffed the air like a bear, wings humming with excitement as he caught the scent of something in her bag. “She’s got some kind of food on her. Good food.”

“Eh, whatever. Kinda fragile for a demon, ain’t ya?” Mammon assessed, looking down at her. “Must be one of them lesser ones. Did someone beat your ass or what?”

“…Um…not directly? I, uh…fell. From the sky.” Cayrie answered, pointing up toward the damaged ceiling.

“You mean to say that you, a demon who has wings, fell from the sky?” Mammon noted, judging her immensely. “You not know how to use those things or what?”

“…Apparently not.” she muttered, groaning as she lifted herself to her feet, stiff and unsteady. If Diavolo hadn’t caught her arm and supported her, she would have gone down again.

Body trauma aside, her new appendages made her feel unsteady and was that…a tail she felt moving behind her?

It was.

“Aaaah! L-L-L-Lucifer! It’s moving!!” Leviathan cried, hiding behind the eldest brother for protection. He stared out from behind his shoulder, eyes wide with horror at the sight of her.

“Leviathan, stop pushing me.” Lucifer chided, irritable as he extricated the younger brother from his wings. “Pull yourself together.”

Levi wasn't the only one looking at her oddly. All of the brothers that stood around her were in their true forms, and all of them looked at her as if they had no idea who she was.

She took a moment to glance around the room and realized that she was in the Council Room on RAD grounds. Though unfinished, there was no mistaking it. It was a room she’d come to know very well.

The entity’s word came back to her in a flash. “Will you be entering your own past? Or the past, present, or even future of someone you don’t know?”

Cayrie was undoubtedly in the past. In which timeline, she had no idea. What she did know, is that she couldn't go on in the state she was in.

“May the vestiges of pain that linger within me be eliminated…” Cayrie breathed, using a healing spell on herself.

It didn’t come easy and took more out of her than it should have, as if the ocean of mana she was used to commanding had dried up to nothing more than a puddle in comparison.

She laid eyes on her left arm and saw…nothing. The skin was white and void of the black marks she’d come to expect there. She kept staring at it, mind numb as she processed what that meant for her.

And that was when she felt the deep emptiness in her belly, even through the wave of nausea that almost choked her right then and there.

“Diavolo, this demon is your responsibility, are they not?” Lucifer asked, annoyed with the distraction that was She. “How are you going to handle this?”

Diavolo looked down to the demon on his arm who still seemed to be a bit out of it in spite of her recovery magic.

“Hmm. What is your name?” he asked gently.

“…It’s uh, Cayrie.” she answered softly, swallowing as she came back to reality.

“Well, Cayrie. As you’ve gathered, we found you lying unconscious and injured here on the floor. This facility — which is still under construction and was close to being finished, I might add — is under the direct authority of the Demon King. So tell me something. What led to you crashing through its ceiling? And now that I think of it…are even FROM here? Because I find it shocking that there’s a demon I haven't met in the Devildom.”

Cayrie took a moment to consider her words. Until she knew the situation better and who was behind it and why, it was probably unwise to come out and tell them the truth. However, she knew full well that Diavolo would know if she tried to lie.

“…I’m a traveler.” she explained. “I move around a lot, often outside of the capital. I was using a spell to travel here from a distant land, and it went wrong. I was intercepted by something. I don't know what - but it sent me a bit…off course.”

“Oh? How unfortunate. There are many dangerous things in the far reaches of the Devildom.” Diavolo uttered, offering his sympathy. “And why were you trying to come to the capital from such a distance?”

“For work.” she answered plainly.

“So you’re in need, are you?” the prince assessed, putting a hand to his chin as he considered her. “Well, as you may already know, I am Prince Diavolo, next in line to rule the Devildom. And the demon you see over there is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.”

The Avatar of Pride regarded her dismissively, saying nothing.

It had been a long time since she’d seen him look at her like that, as if she were an annoying gnat unworthy of his consideration.

“Next is Lucifer’s younger brother, The Avatar of Greed, Mammon.” The prince noted, indicating the brother in question. “And next to him is —“

“Listen up, ya nobody.” Mammon interjected, looking proud of himself. “It’s the Great Mammon to you, got it?!”

“Next to him is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, as well as Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.” Dia continued, unperturbed.

Levi lost his composure the second she met his eye. “Ahhh! L-L-L-Lucifeeer!” he wailed again. “It’s looking right at uuus!!”

Asmo smiled happily in response. “Hehe, you’re just so smitten by my beauty that you can’t help staring, right? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my little lost lamb.” he crooned sweetly, letting her look at him as long as she wanted.

“Now, that brings us to the two demons you see over there…” Diavolo nodded, bringing her attention to Beel and Belphie.

“Belzfuph…after grunty.” Beel muttered, his mouth full of the chocolates she had stowed away in her bag. He didn't care that they were all broken or crushed, or that they hadn’t been his to eat to begin with.

“No one can understand you, Beel.” Belphegor chided with a sigh. “How about you swallow your food before you talk?”

“Mn…gulp…sorry.” the great demon apologized. “Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony. And this is my twin brother.”

“Belphegor.” the younger announced reluctantly. “…Avatar of Sloth.”

Cayrie looked between the brothers, noting that all of them were present except for Satan.

“Lucifer actually has one more brother.” Diavolo admitted after a moment, “but…”

A bellow of rage resounded through the halls, feral and full of wrath.

Everyone stopped talking and looked between themselves - worried save for Lucifer, who simply looked annoyed.

“Ugh…” he muttered, glaring daggers at the door behind them.

“Tch, great.” Belphie scoffed. “He’s here…”

“RAAAAHHHHH!!”

With a mighty roar, Satan entered the room, blowing the wooden doors off their hinges and littering the floor with debris.

“Man, he’s in one of his moods again…” Mammon lamented, wanting nothing to do with it. “You’d think he’d get tired of bein’ ticked off all the time.”

Leviathan shrugged in response. “Well, he was wrapped in chains and stuffed inside a closet because he couldn’t control his fits of rage. So yeah, it’s not really a surprise he’s super irritated.”

“...He was what now?” Cayrie breathed, regarding the wrathful brother with wide-eyes. She’d seen him angry before, but the anger coming from him now was a brand so powerful and raw it hit her like a wall.

“Asmo, you did make sure those chains were tight, didn’t you?” Lucifer asked, squaring up with the newcomer.

Asmo looked a bit sheepish. “Well, I wrapped him up like you said, but I’ve got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren’t suited for such a rough job. Honestly, you should’ve known that…”

If Lucifer had been irritable before, he was even more so now.

“The demon who’s just arrived is Satan, Avatar of Wrath.” Diavolo explained quietly, leaning into her a bit. “Remember when I said that Lucifer had one more brother? He’s who I was talking about. There’s seven of them in all, and they’ve only just arrived here in the…”

“You rotten little…” Satan growled, tail lashing the air behind him as he approached the group. “You’ve got some nerve locking me up like that! You’re DEAD, you hear me?! Every last one of you! I’m going to tear you limb from limb!”

“Hahaha, just listen to him…such violent language.” Diavolo chuckled at her side, not at all concerned. “They don’t call him the Avatar of Wrath for nothing. As his title suggests, the only emotion he knows is anger.”

“Lord Diavolo, this is no time to be standin’ around smilin’!” Mammon warned as Satan picked up a table and heaved it at the group.

Belphie flinched as he realized it was heading straight for him, but Beel was there to protect him, letting the table splinter around him as it shattered against his guard.

“You okay, Belphie?” the great demon asked, turning to look at his brother.

“Yeah…thanks, Beel.” The younger breathed, immensely relieved.

“How about you?” Beelzebub asked, turning to find her sheltered from the debris in Diavolo’s wing.

“I’m okay.” she answered, narrowly taking another blow to the head.

“Good. That was a close one. We don't need you getting more injured than you already have.” the prince noted, releasing her from his protective membrane.

“It doesn’t take much to send Satan flying off the handle.” Beel warned, taking a defensive stance. “Then he starts destroying stuff, just like that. Be very careful.”

Seeing that his table failed to connect as intended, Satan reeled with anger once again.

“RAAAAGH! I’ve had it!” he bellowed. “My brothers…this entire world…EVERYTHING!”

“Yikes! Time to hide! C’mon, over here!” Asmo urged as Satan charged them.

“Ugh, why am I stuck with HIM for a brother?!” Levi lamented, following close behind. “He’s terrifying!”

“Well that’s just how it is, right?” Asmo huffed, booking it for safety. “I mean, the Demon King said that we have to consider ourselves brothers from now on, and what that old demon says, goes.”

“That’s right.” Lucifer grumbled, dodging a vicious slash from the blonde. “Unfortunately, we’re new here and in no position to refuse a direct order from the Demon King himself.”

Satan, frustrated that his attack fell short, now turned his attention on her. His murderous intent was a visceral thing as he lunged, seeking to rend her apart.

The Satan before her now was a far cry from the one she’d come to know. This one here was nothing but feral rage, lashing out at everyone and everything around him…but she knew he was so much more than that.

A warm power bloomed in her chest as Cayrie watched him come at her. Her pact marks may have been gone, but she knew that if she wasn’t able to do anything, that she was going to die.

She reacted on reflex, throwing up her arm and bellowing a crippling “Satan, STAY!”

Power rumbled through each of the brothers like shockwave, rocking them as Satan found himself thrown face-first into the ground so hard it knocked him out cold.

Cayrie stood, wide-eyed and breathing heavily as she realized what she’d just done.

There was still a connection between them, even though it was so faint she could barely grasp it before it slipped from her hands once again.

“…Well, how about that?” Diavolo appraised beside her, looking mighty interested in what she’d just done.

“Ugh…what the heck was that?!” Asmodeus whined, shaking off the aftershock of Cayrie’s power.

“I know…it was like my body just wanted to throw itself to the floor when I heard her say stay.” Beel noted, bewildered as he stared at her.

“Hey you!” Mammon demanded, marching up to grab her by the collar of her shirt. “What the hell kind of messed up magic was that?! And who do you think you are usin’ it on us?! Why the hell was Lord Diavolo the only one who didn’t seem to feel it, huh?!”

“Let go of me or I’ll do it again!” Cayrie warned, pulling out of his grasp. He eyed her suspiciously, daring her to try.

Lucifer was right behind him, regarding her as an enemy.

“You.” he growled, puffing himself up. “What did you just do?”

She didn’t have a chance to answer him before Diavolo laughed with merriment.

“Well! I’ve certainly never met a demon like you before!” he exclaimed, throwing a protective arm over her shoulder. “You’re an absolute riot!”

“A riot?!” Mammon sputtered angrily. “Yo, there was nothin’ funny about that!”

“Hmmm…I just had an idea. It must have been fate that brought us together like this.” the young prince mused, looking rather pleased with himself. “Cayrie, with your traveling, I’m not sure how much you know about recent developments, but…Lucifer and his brothers were expelled from the Celestial Realm and cast down to the Devildom following the recent Great Celestial War. They’re still new here, and were originally angels, you see. High-ranking ones at that.

“In light of this, there have been all sorts of rumors flying around about them in the Devildom.” he continued, capturing the attention of everyone present. “To say they’re the talk of the town would be an understatement. Things are rather chaotic right now…which is why I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“…A favor?” she asked quietly, not sure where he was going with this.

Diavolo nodded. “Yes. Until things settle down here in the Devildom and the seven of them get used to it here, I’d like you to serve as their attendant.”

“Wha…? Our attendant?!” Mammon cried, aghast at the thought.

“Absolutely not.” Lucifer stated firmly, shutting it down immediately.

“Yeah, I’d rather not be stuck with someone who has freakish powers looking after us.” Belphie grumbled.

“I have to admit, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what she just did.” Asmo noted, looking at her with suspicion. “Cayrie here is no lamb at all!”

“More like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Beel agreed.

“Diavolo, we don’t need an attendant.” Lucifer insisted. “Just because we used to be angels doesn't mean you have to treat us like children. We can learn how to get by here on our own.”

Diavolo dropped his arm and moved forward to speak with Lucifer face-to-face.

“I certainly don’t mean it as an insult.” he replied calmly. “But you must understand that I am the future Demon King…and my father isn't around right now, which means I have final say in all Devildom matters until such time that he returns.”

Lucifer fell sullen and silent, clearly unhappy yet knowing he didn't have a say in this.

“I appreciate your understanding, Lucifer.” Diavolo chimed amicably. “And you too, Cayrie - I take it you understand as well? You’re in want of work and you’ve found it. This is a job you’re not to take lightly, and you’ll be expected to do it well.”

Cayrie met his eye and nodded before bowing her head.

“…Yes, my lord.” she answered, playing the role she needed to in order to survive in this world. “I understand completely.”

⥈

Cayrie gathered up her bag while Beelzebub collected Satan, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She took a moment to fish around for her DDD only to find it broken, the screen shattered and unusable.

She held it in her hand and stared at it for a long moment, her heart breaking right along with it.

“Are you coming?” Beel asked, looking over his shoulder at her. The rest of the group were already making their way out of the council room, leaving her to trail behind.

“…Yeah.” she uttered, sniffing as she slung her belongings over her shoulder. Letting them see her cry would only bring more unpleasant questions, so she preferred to avoid that situation altogether.

“How’re you hanging in there, Beel? Okay?” Belphie asked as she fell in line behind the twins.

“Yeah, it's just Satan.” he shrugged. “I can usually carry a demon or two without breaking a sweat but…I’m pretty hungry though.”

Typical Beel. His immense strength seemed to be directly powered by how much food he ate, and if he was lacking? He became as weak as could be.

“…What are you going to do if he wakes up on your shoulder?” she asked, imagining that going the way of someone trying to wrangle a pissed off cat - all yowls and claws and bloody scratches.

“Eh, he was thrown to the ground with a lot of force…” Levi uttered, casting a glance at them. “I don’t think we have to worry about him waking up anytime soon.”

“Let’s not forget, our attendant here is the one who did the throwin’.” Mammon muttered, giving her a wide berth.

Cayrie lowered her eyes to the ground. It had been many years since he’d been this bitter toward her, and she found it quite difficult to endure on top of everything else.

Satan stirred a bit and muttered in his sleep, drawing the attention of his brothers.

“Hehe, he looks so adorable when he’s asleep.” Asmo grinned, doting on the unconscious brother. “He’s been out for a while now, yeah?”

“Well, the alternative is having him rampaging around town destroying everything in sight.” Lucifer sighed, casting him a glance. “If it were up to me, he’d stay like that for a good hundred years or so.”

Diavolo stopped and found her, as if something important just came to mind. “…Ah, Cayrie! I almost forgot. It’s important that I can get in touch with you when I need to. Do you happen to have a tablet on you?”

The prince pulled out his own device to show her. It was a rudimentary D.D.D. that seemed to be more powered on magic and glyphs than it was electricity.

“…I did have something like that.” she admitted, rummaging around for the broken DDD to show him. “But unfortunately, it didn’t survive the fall.”

“Oh…! Where did you get this?” he asked excitedly, turning it around in his hands. “The make and materials are quite different from what you can find around here…it’s almost like a different device entirely.”

“Ah, well…it doesn’t matter now that it’s broken.” she uttered, reaching out for the thing. “I’m going to need one like you have.”

“I’ll have one sent to where you’ll be staying, with all of the relevant contact information you’ll need as well.” the prince promised. “It will be very important that everyone will be able to get a hold of you.”

“So…will I be staying at the House of Lamentation with everyone else?” she asked hopefully, wanting the answer to be yes.

Instead, Diavolo’s eyes widened in surprise as he regarded her with a strange look on his face.

“...Come again?” he uttered quietly. “You know about the House of Lamentation? Strange…it has only just been rebuilt down here and the name of it isn’t even public knowledge yet.

“But no, you won’t be living there.” the prince continued, to Cayrie’s disappointment. “That house was built for the seven brothers so that they may have a place of their own. Their arrival sent the Devildom in a state of disarray, you see. Things have actually been quite volatile and have taken some time to settle down. For their own safety, they’ve been cooped up in the castle since they arrived, and today is the first time they’ve been allowed out of it.”

“The House of Lamentation…” Levi mused, having overheard the conversation. “That’s the place that used to be up in the human world, right? The one with a really dark history?”

“Yeah, I heard it’s supposed to be cursed or something…” Belphegor added.

“Eh, whenever somethin’ bad happens, humans always blame it on a curse.” Mammon scoffed, brushing it off.

“But I heard that a family with seven children used to live there, until the oldest one stabbed the rest of them to death, right?” Beel asked, looking for clarification. “His parents, all his siblings…everyone.”

Asmo was aghast at the thought. “What? But that means the curse is still fresh! I bet it’s haunted…we’ll probably see ghosts…eek!”

“Pff, quit bein’ dumb.” Mammon chided. “Demons don’t give a flyin’ flip about curses and ghosts or whatever. Everyone’s afraid of US, not the other way around.”

Cayrie raised her brow at that. Mammon unafraid of spooky things? That was a version of him she’d never seen before.

“Lucifer, I’m hungry.” Beel whined, like a kid on a road trip.

“Lucifer, Belphie looks like he’s about to fall asleep.” Levi noted, watching the slothful brother nod off as he walked.

The eldest sighed deeply to the amusement of Diavolo. “Alright, let’s get a move on.” he urged, leading them down the road.

Chapter 2: COCYTUS HALL

“Wow, now THAT looks like a haunted house!” Asmo marveled as the House of Lamentation came into view.

“Whatever, just move it.” Lucifer grumbled. “You’re holding everyone else up.”

Diavolo and Cayrie stood together on the path, watching the brothers filter into their new home in a flurry of excitable chatter. Not one of them looked back to say anything.

“You’ve been very quiet since I said that you wouldn't be staying with them.” the prince noted.

“I just figured that since I’m to be their attendant, it would make sense for me to stay close to them.” she replied sullenly. “That and I don't know where else to go.”

“I understand you’ve been traveling, but are you saying you don’t have any friends or family here to go home to?” he asked, a bit surprised.

Cayrie cast a glance toward the House. “…No, I don't have any of those.”

Diavolo regarded her thoughtfully.

“Okay.” he said after a moment. “I won’t pry any further. Either way, the House of Lamentation belongs to the brothers. It’s the one place in the Devildom they can relax and be a family. I’ll find another place to accommodate you, since you appear to be in—“

“Cayrie!” a familiar voice called out to her, followed by the sound of jogging steps. She turned around to see Solomon running up to her, a look of relief on his face. “I was wondering where you’d disappeared to. I’ve been worried, you know!”

“…Solomon?” she breathed, bewildered as he came to a stop and put his hands on her arms, looking her new form over. “Solomon…do you know me?!”

“Of course.” he whispered back. “Though with the way you look I was a bit unsure at first. There’s no mistaking that aura of yours, however.”

Diavolo cleared his throat, drawing their attention to him. “Solomon, you got here fast…and it seems that you know Cayrie here?”

“Oh yes, very well actually.” he replied with a grin. “You see, it just so happens that she’s my apprentice.”

Diavolo was openly shocked at that revelation. “Your apprentice? …Cayrie? Really?”

Solomon nodded. “Yup, really. Isn’t that right, Cae?”

“It’s true.” she admitted. “I’m his apprentice.”

“Well, now this I didn’t expect…” the prince marveled. “I have to say, I wouldn’t have thought that…I mean, I knew you were one to do outlandish things, but even so…I never expected you to take a demon as an apprentice.”

Solomon laughed at that. “Cayrie here is my top student, actually. But I try to keep that on the down-low. Otherwise, everyone else would feel inadequate.”

Diavolo’s eyes lit up. “…Ah, I see! That would explain the whole ‘stay’ thing earlier.”

“Oh?” Solomon asked, brow raised. “Did something happen earlier that I’m not aware of?”

“Well, Cayrie can tell you all about that later.” he dismissed. “I hate to be rude, but I should really be getting back to the castle. Solomon, since Cayrie here is your apprentice, can I assume that it’s okay for the two of you to share accommodations?”

The sorcerer smiled happily. “Oh yes. I’d appreciate it if we could stay at my usual spot.”

“Understood.” Dia nodded. “Well, I’ll be off then. Take care, Cayrie - and thank you for agreeing to my request earlier. I’m sure you’ll do an excellent job as an attendant.”

“Yes, of course.” she answered, bowing her head again. “Have a good evening, Lord Diavolo.”

Cayrie and Solomon stood together and watched him leave, making sure he was well out of earshot before speaking again.

“…Okay then.” he said after a moment, turning to face her. “I’m guessing you have a lot of questions?”

Cayrie gaped at him. “You’re damn straight I have a lot of questions!” she exclaimed, nigh on the verge of tears. “Why the fuck am I in the past and how the fuck do I go home?! You came here to get me, right? So come on, let’s go.”

“Wait a minute, slow down and take a breath.” Solomon urged, trying to calm her down. “Before we can do any of that I’m going to need you to tell me what happened, starting from the point it all went awry.

“But before all of that,” he continued, cutting her off before she could speak. “Let’s get off the road and go to Cocytus hall. We’ll be more comfortable and have some privacy. Also, you look like you could use some TLC.”

“…Cocytus hall?” Cayrie asked, having never heard of the place.

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“Diavolo was nice enough to set up a place for me to stay while I’m here in the Devildom.” Solomon explained as they approached a building. “This is it, Cocytus Hall. While I do appreciate Diavolo providing a place for me here, it’s a little too extravagant a space for me alone. I’m glad you’re going to be staying here with me.”

“…I see.” Cayrie noted, allowing herself to be led inside. While that was a nice sentiment, she had no intention of spending any length of time here whatsoever.

The place was indeed massive and empty of anyone else in the halls. Their footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the lonely space.

Solomon led her to a sitting room and made her wait while he fetched water and made tea. It took Cayrie a significant effort to figure out how to manage her wings and tail so she could sit comfortably.

Once he returned, he asked her to recount the events that led her here while he cleaned the blood from her face and hair.

She explained how her portal went wrong, hijacked by a mysterious entity who changed her form and refused to tell them her name.

“A spell, huh?” Solomon asked, considering the way she looked. “And they said it was a gift in order for to protect yourself?”

“Pfft, yeah.” she scoffed. “They then promptly shat me out in the middle of the sky, so I’m not sure how concerned with my safety they actually are.”

Solomon chuckled at that. “Well, portals of this nature are tricky, especially if not everyone is on board with the trip. Do you remember the words they used to change your form?”

She considered that for a moment. “Uh…I believe it was Daemonos Forma.”

The moment she finished saying the words, her extra appendages disappeared in a show of magical light, leaving her sitting in a body she was used to.

“Wow…” she marveled, checking herself over. “That’s some magic. Those wings felt incredibly real.”

Solomon nodded in agreement. “Indeed. That magic seems to allow you to change your look at will. Certainly handy if you’re trying to pass as a demon.” he noted, refreshing her tea cup. “So tell me, what else happened before I found you?”

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Once she had finished her tale, Solomon settled into his seat with a sigh. It was already quite late at this point, but there was far more talking to be done.

“Okay then…I owe you an explanation. Or two.” he began. “Obviously, this Devildom is different from the one we used to live in. It’s still the Devildom, yes…but long, long before we came to study here as exchange students.

“In the ‘present’ - and by that I mean the time period you and I are originally from…in the present you just…disappeared. So I analyzed the traces of magic left behind, which indicated that you’d jumped through spacetime to a past version of the Devildom. Then I had Barbatos lend me his power so I could come here after you.”

He took a long drink from his cup before continuing. “In addition to being in the past, it seems we’re at a fairly momentous point in history. This is right after the Great Celestial War, and Lucifer and his brothers have just been cast down after their defeat.”

“Yeah, I’ve gathered that.” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “What I’m interested in is how we get back to where we’re supposed to be.”

“…Right. That’s the issue.” Solomon uttered, face falling. “I have the ability to return to the present whenever I want. But sending you back is another story. That will require some of your own magic power, and it sounds like the pacts you forged with the demons of the present don’t function properly here in the past. Even your markings are gone…and as a result, the power of your magic seems to be much weaker here as well. Long story short…you can’t go back to the present. Not in the state you’re in.”

The pregnant silence between them could have been cut with a knife. Cayrie stared at him for a long moment, the gravity of her situation making it hard for her to breathe.

“No.” she uttered, voice shaky. “No, don’t you tell me that you can’t get me home, Solomon. Don’t you tell me that I’m stuck here with no way out! I can’t stay here, Sol! Please tell me you’re joking and we can leave, okay? Let’s just go…please.”

Solomon came to her and braced his hands on her arms, kneeling down to meet her eye on equal level.

“Cayrie! Cayrie, listen to me.” he urged. “Do you really think I would leave you here without any options? Earlier, Diavolo mentioned that you were able to use a pact command and succeed, right? That means your pacts with the brothers haven’t been severed completely. If you were able to reforge your pacts with the seven of them here in the past, then you might regain your lost power.

“I’m sure it must of hurt when you realized they didn't know you.” he continued gently, “But don’t worry. You’re going to make it back to the present and be reunited with the versions of them you know and love. Your objective is to grow closer to Lucifer and his brothers in order to reforge pacts with them, and I intend to do everything I can to help you accomplish that.”

“…You make that sound like an easy thing to do.” Cayrie uttered numbly, eyes wet with unspilled tears.

“Well, no.” he admitted sadly, “And you’ll have to live here in the meantime, but…you won’t be alone, Cae. I’ll be right here with you.”

“…Thank you.” she replied softly, looking incredibly fragile. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to go to my room now.”

Her teacher furrowed his brow in concern. “Sure, I’ll show you to it…but are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

“Yes.” she insisted, rising from her seat. “I’ll be fine.”

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Her room at Cocytus hall was plenty spacious, but silent and devoid of anything she’d ever loved. No trinkets or personal comforts, no plants or Miri churring in greeting…

Oh god…Miri. The realization that she would be unable to care for her turned her stomach into knots. She prayed that someone would have the presence of mind to go get her from Serenity Manor and do it in her stead.

She placed her smashed up bag on the bed and began to sort through the few belongings she had. Beel had long since had his way with any food items she brought, the thought of which bringing to light the fact she was absolutely starving in spite of feeling nauseous as hell.

She had been on her way to have a dinner that never happened.

There weren't any items of clothing or toiletries, since she had some at both the House and Manor didn't need to pack them when she traveled between realms. Now, however, she was very much in want of those things.

She pulled out a crumpled folder of papers, no longer relevant to anything, and a dented glasses case. Mercifully, her magic lenses remained unbroken inside. A small mercy, that.

Again she found her smashed up DDD and held it in her hands, willing it to work.

It didn’t. There wouldn’t be any old chats, or photos, or saved music she could seek out to comfort her in her isolation.

She could only imagine what her demons were going through right now, half out of their minds at her disappearance.

Now she would be forced to get close to other versions of them in order to get home…and have to abandon them in turn.

And Cayrie knew full well that you didn't get pacts with all seven brothers by treating them like tools or a means to an end. No…in order to pact with them as a whole, they had to love you - and they didn't love you unless you made an effort to love and understand them in return.

Her breathing deepened as an overwhelming sense of hatred for the one who had done this to her bloomed in her chest. She crushed the damaged DDD in her hand, gritting her teeth as her anguish overtook her.

“RRAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed, hurling the device into the wall as hard as she could. It shattered into pieces on impact, falling to the floor.

The folder of papers were scattered to the floor in a sweep of her arms. Hollow decorations placed to fill the spaces on surfaces were shattered against the floor and walls, covering the place with shards of debris. Paintings were hauled off the wall and hurled across the room, frames splintering to pieces on impact as she cursed and roared and raged against her helplessness.

And when there was nothing left to break, she unleashed another howl of anguish and crumpled to the floor, body shuddering with sobs as deep sadness overwhelmed her.

She wept until there was nothing left for her to feel and was left laying there amid the rubble, broken along with the rest of it.

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Solomon sat outside of her door, listening to it all. He knew better than to interfere…so he just sat there in silence with his back against the wood. He stayed that way for a good long while, until not a sound or a sob could be heard on the other side of the door.

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Christmas Greetings from them [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Beidou, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Diluc Ragnvindr, Diona & Fischl.

Notes: .. AYE- TIME TO START WORKING- :DDD the child-like characters (qiqi, klee, diona, and paimon—) are all platonic. so no worries there- i also have to randomize Diona’s and Sucrose’s ;;w;; i’m just gonna imagine what’ll like if the two characters interact- some of this are long, some are short. So sorry abt the inconsistency :pp hope ya’ll like this! (Bc this is the first time i’ve done something like this- 🤧)

Ps: I have to cut this into several parts bc there is a maximum word count in one post- ;;w;; so i only added the ones that appeared here.

Additional Notes: based on the “wishes” thing. So like,, ya know, how we believe that if we make a wish on a star it’ll come true kind of thing? So,, when making a wish or prayer or something, they do it in a prayer position and think of it- and that person somehow receives it?? (I’m still not sure abt this part ;;w;; but let’s wing it-!). Also,, I refer “wish” as a prayer- 🤧 sorry if its confusing- hshs

Warning: some of the characters are OOC ;;w;; sorry-

Aether

With Paimon

“Oh? Is it already that time of the year again?”

“Of course it is! Don’t tell me you forgot-!”

“Oh-! Of course not, Paimon. Not with you constantly reminding me..”

“C’mon! Say your wishes! Oh.. also! You should probably say your wishes for your s/o!”

“Hmm.. you know what, Paimon. You could be useful sometimes.”

“Hey! What does that suppose to mean?!”

“Wishing stars.. this is for my beloved [Y/N], I wish that we can get to spend every Christmas season together. Though I may travel a lot, and may leave you one day, I hope that you’ll still love and cherish the limited time we have together. Always keep smiling that brilliantly for me, even if I’m gone. As much as this is becoming cheesy, keep me in your heart, okay? I’ll keep you in mine in return. Merry Christmas, [Y/N].”

Albedo

With Sucrose

“Sir Albedo-! Are you still busy with your research?”

“Hm..? Oh, Sucrose. Precisely, I’m almost done with it.”

“You should probably get some rest, sir! It’s almost Christmas Eve!”

“Christmas? Eve? Eh..? Is it already that late?”

“D-Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the time..?”

“I suppose so..”

“You should probably make your wish now! The stars are still out, so it’s not too late to make right now.”

“Ah, I forgot about that. Thank you, Sucrose.”

“Y-Your very welcome, sir Albedo-!”

“Stars that grants wishes, hear my wish. This is for my (princess/prince), my muse. How are you faring? I hope that you’ll come back soon so that we can celebrate this season of Christmas, and possibly more. Can you see the stars from where you are? Can you see how bright they are right now? I really do miss your presence.. I miss the sparkles in your eyes when I discover something new. I wish to see those again. Keep shining brightly for me, okay? Merriest of Christmas, my love.”

Amber

With Jean

“Amber? Are you still patrolling?”

“Acting Grandmaster Jean! Yep! I was about to head outside to patrol the area-!”

“You’ve been working very hard. I praise that trait though please don’t overwork yourself.”

“Hehe~ don’t worry, acting grandmaster Jean! I’m doing okay!”

“Well then, have you already wish?”

“Wish..? Ah! I forgot!”

“*chuckles* Of course. Better make that wish now before the stars vanish.”

“Okay! Thanks for reminding me, acting grandmaster Jean!”

“My pleasure, Amber.”

“Wishing Stars. I hope it isn’t too late to make a wish now-! I kinda forgot, so sorry.. hehe. Anyway, this is for my partner! How are you out there? Actually, where exactly are you? I kinda forgot where you went.. hehe, sorry. Make sure to eat plenty of food, okay? It’s important to eat 3 times a day to maintain a healthy body-! Also, you shouldn’t mind your weight! As long as you’re healthy, it doesn’t matter if you weigh alot! I’ll still love you no matter what! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come visit me again!”

Barbara

With Noelle

“Oh? You’re still awake, Barbara?”

“Hm? Oh, Noelle! Good evening! Hehe, yeah. I was thinking of what wish I should make.”

“Ah. The legend of the Wishing Stars. I’m surprise that you believe in that sort of things.”

“Well.. it isn’t bad to dream, right?”

“I suppose. If I may, why not wish about your s/o?”

“[Y/N]..? Hm.. actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea-! Thanks so much, Noelle! You’re truly a good friend!”

“Hehe.. I’m just glad that I’m a help to you, Barbara.”

“O Wishing Stars, hear my wish. This is for my beloved [Y/N], of whom I wish to see again. Please let them be unharm. I wish I could accompany them in their journey but I have my role here as well. So I wish them the best in their travels. Please come visit though, I wish to see your face again, [Y/N]. And I wish to heal all the wounds that was cast upon you. Though I cannot heal the scars, you shouldn’t be afraid to show them. For they tell a tale of an adventure you went through. Come back in one piece okay? Merry Christmas, my beloved. Sweet dreams.”

Beidou

With Ningguang

“.. huh? Oh, what a surprise seeing you here, Ningguang.”

“I suppose it is quite a surprise, seeing as we coincidentally bump into each other in a hill. Tell me, what business do you have here?”

“I could say the same with you. It isn’t everyday you bump into a Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, in a secluded place like a hill no less.”

“I believe it’s the same reason as yours, peace and quiet.”

“Ah, same. Though, there’s another reason why I’m here.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“To see the stars. Have you heard about the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Ah, I’ve heard about it but never really took an interest on them.”

“Well, the simplest explanation is that when you wish upon a star, it’ll come true or be sent to that person.”

“Interesting. It is quite interesting what a human mind can come up with.”

“Hm.. myth or not, I was thinking of doing one anyway.”

“Go ahead. Don’t mind my presence.”

“Kinda hard when you’re the Tianquan..”

“Do you wish to make me leave then?”

“Nah, you can stay.”

“Alright.”

“I have no idea on how to do this but- o wishing star, hear my wish..? Can you send this wish to my second mate? I wish you were here, to celebrate the holidays with me and the crew. It’ll be a blast if you were here.. Though I understand that you can’t be here because of your personal reasons. Though it would be nice to see you again.. I hope that wherever you are, they are treating you well. Your health comes first, okay? Stop thinking of others for a change.. though that’ll be impossible knowing you.. just keep smiling, okay? Your smile is a treasure afterall, a treasure that I selfishly want to keep. Merry Christmas, my second mate. May we cross the seas together again.”

Bennett

With Barbara

“Oh, it’s you again, Bennett. Are you injured again?”

“Hey Barbara! Nope, not today!”

“Thank goodness. I see that lady luck decided to give you a break atleast.. anyways, if you’re not injured, why’re you here then?”

“Ah, I came to ask you on how to send a letter or something to [Y/N]! I don’t know what to get them, and I don’t have a clue on where they are either-! Besides, it’s almost Christmas..”

“Hm.. I’m not sure if this is true but why not give her a wish from the stars?”

“Wish? From the stars?”

“You know.. the legend of the Wishing Stars.”

“oh.. Oh.. OH! I see! That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?! Thanks Barbara! I owe you yet again!”

“*chuckles* I’m happy to help you whenever, Bennett. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas too, Barbara!”

“Wishing stars, can you please send this to [Y/N]? I know I haven’t gotten anything for you this year, but next year, I’m gonna make it up to you! I’ll give you the best gift ever! Hope you’re doing well! Fischl is doing great, along with the people in the Adventurer’s Guild. Oh, and guess what? I didn’t get hurt today! I guess lady luck decided to give me a break.. hehe.. you know.. it isn’t the same without you. But take your time! You don’t need to come back immediately! I’ll wait for you! Even if it takes years for you to come back, I’ll wait! So please, come back okay? Me and the Benny’s Adventure’s Team will be waiting for you! Eat healthy and smile more! Merry Christmas! Love ya!”

Childe

With Teucer

“What are you thinking of, brother?”

“! Teucer! You know it’s rude to sneak up on people-!”

“Actually, I’ve been calling you for the past minute. You just haven’t responded to any of them.”

“.. really?”

“Really really.”

“Well, now that you have my attention, what do you need?”

“Mommy is asking when we will meet your s/o.”

“Eh? They want to meet [Y/N]?”

“Yep! Their curious on who they are after you mentioning them a dozen times in the letters you sent for them!”

“.. I guess I’ve been mentioning them a bit too much.”

“So, when? When?”

“Well, not anytime soon I’m afraid.”

“Aww.. what gives?”

“Their on a journey afterall. When they get back, I promise I’ll let them meet [Y/N].”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay..”

“Goodnight, Teucer. It’s almost your bedtime.”

“Goodnight, brother..”

“Stars above, would you listen to my wish, I wonder? Will [Y/N] even receive this? Oh well, couldn’t hurt to try. How’ve you been? Hope you’re still alive. Actually, I’m pretty sure you’re still alive. You’re strong afterall. Anyways, my family wants to meet you. You’ve already met Teucer which made the rest of my family jealous because, for some reason, they also want to meet you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to meet you? You’re amazing in every way, [Y/N]. When you return, I’m gonna ambush you and kidnap you to meet my family. That sounds like fun actually.. hm.. might as well do that. Also, you better be getting some sleep. I don’t want to see any bags under your eyes. Hahaha.. Merry Christmas, [Y/N]. May the Tsaritsa protect you from harm.”

Chongyun

With Xingqiu

“.. oh, it’s you.”

“Eh? Aren’t you atleast excited to see me?”

“Not really..”

“Boo.. and here I consider you a close friend-!”

“Well.. you are certainly a friend. But are we really that close?”

“That’s cold coming from you, Chongyun.”

“.. did you just made a pun?”

“Yes. And I have no regrets.”

“*sigh* why are you here?”

“I came here to inform you about something I found!”

“If its a prank, then leave me out of it.”

“It’s got something to do with your s/o~!”

“..”

“I got your interest, didn’t I?”

“*sigh* on with it.”

“So, one of the books I’ve read contained a legend called the legend of the Wishing Stars.”

“The legend of the Wishing Stars? Sounds like a fantasy that someone came up with during story time.”

“Well, anyways. It says, if you wish upon a star during the night, your wish, or prayer, would be heard.”

“And how is this related to [Y/N]?”

“Well, since [Y/N] is out and about, why not make a wish for their safety?”

“But how would we know if that’s true?”

“Couldn’t hurt to try now, would it?”

“.. how would I know this isn’t one of your pranks?”

“I promise it isn’t! Most people know of it actually-! Even the traveller!”

“Traveller? Oh.. I guess it can’t hurt to try it out.”

“Hmhmm! I gotta go now though. Afterall, I just escape from home. See ya!”

“And off he goes. *sigh* he really does do what he pleases.”

“Xingqiu didn’t actually tell me how to do this so I’m gonna guess instead. Stars in the sky, is it true that you’ll grant my wish? Well, it’s not like you can answer so I’m just gonna guess that’s a yes. How are you, my snowflake? I presume that you have a safe journey in wherever you are. If you ever feel peckish, just eat some ice cream, it always works. Nothing exciting is happening right now. Xingqiu and Xinyan are their usual annoying selves, and Xiangling tried to feed me a new recipe she made. Say, when are you coming back? Where exactly are you? Maybe I can follow, wherever you are. But my duty as a exorcists lies here. I hope that pendant I gave you serves its uses to repel any ghosts that dare to haunt you. Oh, it’s almost Christmas. Merry Christmas, snowflake. I hope that next year, you would be here with me instead of somewhere else. Until we meet again.”

Diluc Ragnvindr

With Kaeya

“And what exactly are you doing here?”

“Is that a way to talk to a regular customer here?”

“Shouldn’t you have duties to fulfill, Cavalry Captain Kaeya?”

“Oh? We’re using our titles now, master Diluc?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“*laughs* alright alright. I surrender.”

“Are you really here for the wine? Or are you here to annoy me as usual?”

“Well, I will admit that I initially came here for the wine but I brought a present for you, for Christmas.”

“I hope it isn’t another vase.”

“*laughs* of course it isn’t. Do you know the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“So..”

“So?”

“Aren’t you going to make one?”

“Why would I participate in a childish myth?”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try now.. especially to your beloved s/o.”

“.. you’re just trying to provoke me.”

“And it’s working~”

“Hrm..”

“C’mon~ don’t you want the best for [Y/N]?”

“What’s your end goal?”

“.. pardon?”

“What will you gain in the end if I do make a wish? Don’t tell me you’re doing this out of the ‘goodness’ of your heart.”

“... hm.. I still wonder that.”

“You’re just playing around with me, aren’t you?”

“Look, we all want the best for [Y/N]. If you want to do it, then do it. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. I just came to inform you about that silly legend.”

“.. do you even believe in that?”

“Who knows?”

“..”

“I gotta go now. Merry Christmas, sir Diluc.”

“...”

“I can’t believe that I’m participating in a silly legend but, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Wishing stars, shining brilliantly in the night sky, would you hear my wish? I wish the best for [Y/N]. I wish they are faring well and that they aren’t having any problems with enemies like Hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders in wherever land they are in. But, won’t you guide them back to me? I admit that I miss them dearly and I worry about them constantly. I miss everything about them, their smile, their laughter, their eyes, their hair, their warmth, everything. I want to hold them in my arms again and kiss them. When I meet them, I’ll remind them of my love again. Hopefully, next year, they would stay by my side in the winter season. This is a wish I hold dearly. May Barbatos.. or that bard.. keep you safe. Merry Christmas, my love. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Diona

With Mona

“.. who are you?”

“Me?! Why, I’m Mona! The famous Astrologer of Teyvat! I have mastered and know astrology more than anyone in Teyvat!”

“Yeah.. and I’m a dog.”

“I- You don’t believe me?!”

“Nope.”

“Urgh-! And who are you?”

“Hmph. I’m Diona. One of the bartenders in Cat’s Tail.”

“... how are you working when you look so young though?”

“It was honestly just a joke at first but big sister Margaret decided to hire me for real.”

“.. ah, I see.”

“So, why are you here?”

“Well, this is the best view of the stars of all of Teyvat.”

“Ah, I guess so..”

“Say, do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“My dad used to tell me stories about that.”

“Well, I supposed it could be use as a bed time story.”

“Wait, it isn’t just a myth?”

“Who knows? There’s no proof of its existence but some people swear they could hear the person’s voice in their head. It’s still unclear on how this things happen, but that’s what makes it wonderful, don’t you think? So many mysteries yet so little answers..”

“.. I don’t think like that.”

“Really?”

“Hmhm.. All I wanted to do is to make a wine so disgusting that nobody would want to drink it. I don’t really see anything else besides that.”

“Ah.. I see.”

“Say, if I make a wish right now, would they receive it?”

“Well, it’s not certain but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Afterall, we humans just keep trying, never giving up. That’s one beautiful thing in humanity.”

“...”

“Why don’t you make a wish right now?”

“Hrm.. okay.”

“Just put your hands in a prayer position and close your eyes and wish in your mind.”

“O shining, wishing stars. I’ve only heard about you through dad and this random lady. But would you hear me out? I just want to know if my friend is okay. Their name is [Y/N]. I wanted to know if their safe and alive. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already missing them. They better be alright or else they’ll be in trouble when they get back! I want them back so that I can finally achieve the dream of ruining the wine industry! Hehe.. I hope they aren’t overexerting themselves out there, I know what their like and I’m honestly worried. Please bring them back to me in one piece. I still have to teach them the bow-! I want to give them the present I have for them. I made it myself, a bracelet! Dad help me make it! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come back and be my partner in crime again!”

Fischl

With Bennett

“Hey! Fischl!”

“Hm? Ah, why isn’t it Bennett from the Benny’s Adventure Team. To what I owe a pleasure to?”

“I was just wondering if you’ll be going to the party that the Adventurer’s Guild is hosting. So, are you going?”

“Hm. If one has time, then perhaps. Not everyone has free time afterall.”

“Ehh? You’re still busy? Shouldn’t you relax for a bit? Whenever I talk to you, you always seem busy.”

“It is, afterall, a Prinzessin der Verurteilung noble duty.”

“Ah.. I suppose.”

“Is there anything else you would like to say before we part ways?”

“Oh yeah! Do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“I am aware of it but how does this have any interest in our current predicament?”

“.. uh..”

“What mein Fraülein is saying is, how did this legend became an interest to you?”

“Ah! Well, it’s becoming popular among the people around this time of year. Maybe you can make a wish for.. [Y/N]?”

“.. perhaps.. we’ll try to find some spare time later on to do the wish.”

“Alright! Well, I gotta go. See ya later, Fischl, Oz!”

“Farewell, young lad.”

“Farewell..”

“Are you, perhaps, planning on making a wish right now, mein Fraülein?”

“There is no impending dangers around us, correct? Then perhaps, I can spare some time right now to get it off my mind.”

“Whatever you wish to do is what I’ll abide to, mein Fraülein.”

“O great, shining Wishing Stars, hear thy wish, one that is coming from heart. One wonders how the other fares? Have the Gods and Goddesses gifted them protection in wherever they are? Because making the Prinzessin der verurteilung worry like this is unheard of. Still, I would be utmost be grateful to find any sign of them still active. I, Fischl, Prinzessin der verurteilung, want them to return immediately in whatever journey they are in. Though I would still understand if they need more time to search for what they need to search. I.. honestly miss them and their warmth. I want them to hold me again, to reassure me that I don’t need to be perfect always. Ah-! I broke off of character! My apologies-! Anyways, since it is the season of winter festivities, I wish them a merriest of Christmas. May next year come and let us celebrate it together as one. I’m forever in love with you, please come back to me in one piece.”

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obeyme-darling · 3 years

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Training

[Lucifer x GN!Reader]

Summary: You have been sneaking out, letting Cerberus get used to you, then Lucifer finds the two of you being awfully cute.

Warnings: A little suggestive at the end, otherwise, just fluff! And Cerberus being the best boy, in case that needs a warning.

Word Count: 1,200+

A/N: Page breaks are the changes in POV, yours and Luci’s. I have two almost complete requests, and a half done original idea that I will be posting soon, but I had this idea after watching this video of a bear so I had to write it!! Hope you like this, as I feel a little rusty and I’m getting back in the groove of things~

~Admin Doe

“Who needs that much fucking meat?”

“Me... Bitch.”

You huffed as you pushed by Beel, holding a bowl of a chunk of meat you had just cooked. Most everyone else was asleep, or at least, in their room and minding their own business. Everyone, except you and Beelzebub.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” you began to walk towards the door, “Promise, I’ll be back though. If not, well... Come looking for me please.”

You made your way out, holding the giant bowl of cooked meat close to your chest. You quietly walked around the back of the house and hurried, as quietly as possible, towards your destination.

A loud, guttural roar-like sound came from the darkness ahead and you let out a quiet ‘shh’ before stepping closer to it. Three pairs of bright yellow eyes stared you down.

“Cerby~”

You whispered his nickname, shaking the bowl around. It was enough to draw him from the darkness and out to you. You smiled, finally conquering the beast. You had been trying to gain his trust the past week. Slowly growing closer to the guard dog. Finally, he came to you on his own, even if you were bribing him...

“C’mere boy!”

Cerberus bounded towards you, a playful huff sounding from all three heads. You smiled and grabbed a chunk of the meat in your hand. He eagerly walked towards you and motioned for him to sit down. He sat down very fast, a loud thud coming from his backend. You let out a laugh and threw the food as high as you could, causing him to jump up, ever so slightly, to catch the treat. You did this two more times, letting each head catch some meat.

“Oh! You're a good boy! Yes you are!”

“Beelzebub?”

Lucifer entered the kitchen, looking for M/C. His eyes scanned the area and he only saw his brother. No human in sight.

“Yea?”

“Why does it smell like beef?”

“Uh,” Beel squinted, he had a feeling M/C did not want him to tell anyone where they had gone, “M/C was cooking?”

“Where are they now?”

“I don’t know?”

Every answer was more of a question.

Lucifer’s eyes widened, “You don’t know?!”

“They took their meat... and they left. Said ‘Come looking for me if I don’t return’.”

“Shit.”

Lucifer immediately knew where M/C had gone. He hurried outside and could hear playful growling, and loud thuds. “This is it,” he placed his hand on his forehead. He just knew Cerberus had killed his love, and was playing with their body.

“Cerby~ Rollover!”

Okay, maybe not dead. Yet.

“Good boy, such a good boy!” Praise rang through the air and Lucifer felt a smile creep onto his face.

Finally, M/C was in sight and what a sight to behold. Lucifer almost wanted to pull out his DDD just to snap a picture to save for later. There was his love, playing so gently with his giant guard dog, unafraid of the beast under them.

He didn’t dare interrupt. Not yet.

“Oh, good boy! Such a lovely boy!” You cooed over Cerberus, handing him some more meat. “Can I see your paw?”

Cerberus quickly stuck his paw out, his right head nuzzling into his other paw. His giant paw hit you, but you did not back down. You gently grabbed it and softly rubbed the fur.

“Oh, such a lovely paw!” You rubbed it against your face and gave it a quick massage. You leaned all of your weight onto Cerberus now, his fur enveloping you. “Would you like some more treats? Such a nice boy, you deserve all the treats!” As you turned to grab some meat from the bowl, you began to speak again, “Does Luci give you treats? Are they as good as mine?”

The middle head barked and nuzzled into you, the right head seemed to want to stay hidden, and the left head... he was staring off.

“I’d like to think so.”

A scream ripped from your throat and you rolled off of Cerberus, whose three heads were still waiting very patiently for more meat.

“Lucifer!” Your voice cracked as you stood up.

“M/C...” Lucifer stepped towards, eyes moving from Cerberus and back to you. “I see you’ve made a friend out of Cerberus. An amazing feat, if you do ask me...”

“Um, yea, I wanted to surprise you! For the next time you asked me to walk him... I wanted to, uh, impress you I guess...”

You rubbed the back of your neck, and Lucifer let out a small laugh, “Love, you impress me every day, do not think otherwise. I do have to ask though, please do not do that ever again. If something had happened...”

“Don’t worry!” You stood up, “Watch this, he loves me, now anyway...”

Lucifer did not like what that implied. He listened to you though. He watched closely as you picked up the bowl of (what he assumed was) beef, and you grabbed a clob of it.

“Sit!” You motioned for Cerberus to sit, and he did, excitedly so. “Shake, please!”

The hellhound raised his giant paw, and shoved it towards you. You gently grabbed the bottom of the paw and shook it. “Good boy!” You almost yelled from excitement. “Such a good boy!” Cerberus was shaking his whole butt, all three heads watching you.

“Here you go!”

You grabbed a patty from the bowl and tossed it up, you did this two more times, letting each head get some. You were proud of yourself.

“See! Cerberus loves me!”

Lucifer pulled you close to him, his lips pressing to the top of your head, “I see, I’m very proud of you.”

Your heart was swelling with love, you were gonna explode. “After all that petting, I think I need to rest now.” Lucifer nodded. “But first, Cerby c’mere!”

Lucifer stepped back and let you do whatever it was you needed to do before heading to bed. He watched closely as you motioned for the dog to lower its heads.

“A goodnight kiss for each one of you! Because you’re the best boy in the Devildom!”

You gently placed a kiss on each snout.

It was Lucifer’s turn to explode with love. He watched as you waved the hellhound off, letting it go back to guarding. You turned back to him, a tired smile on your face.

“Honestly, if you hadn’t come out here, I would have fallen asleep on him.”

“Now, that would have been cute to find. Let’s get inside, before Cerberus comes back and decides he is now a bed.”

You laughed and let Lucifer pull you close. The two of you walked inside, “I’ve never seen him warm up to someone like that. You truly are special, M/C.”

“I think it was that meat. I don’t know what it was though, I just bought it and hoped he would like it. Luckily for me, he did.”

You made it inside, a nice quietness settling over the two of you, before Lucifer finally spoke again.

“How long have you been working with him?”

“About a week. He was pretty bratty at first.”

Lucifer made a face, how dare you call his hellhound a brat!

“Kinda reminded me of you.”

“Oh, you are going to pay for that.”

The door of his room closed and the night was suddenly even more interesting.

#obey me lucifer #obey me imagine #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #doe writes #i... love cerberus.#so much.#end of story.#period.#anyway!#i wanna write so much including him!#because he's lovely!#idc if canonically he dont like me #in my head he likes me!!#hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it~

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obeymeasks · 4 years

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Leviathan x DOM!GN!Reader

Leviathan is annoyed at M/C and ignoring them, so they decide to go to his room and uncover what’s going on...

N-S-F-W under cut! Tread carefully, adventurer..

It was weird. Normally you would walk home with Leviathan every day after classes ended at RAD, but today he wasn’t there waiting for you outside like he usually was, wide-eyed and eager to talk all about the latest game he was playing or anime he was watching. You decided it was nothing; that maybe Levi left early to pick up an early release of something or had to stay after to study for the upcoming exams. Either way, you brush it off, and go home.

It’s your turn to help prepare dinner tonight, along with Belphegor. He isn’t too helpful-every now and again you find him starting to snooze off instead of cutting up the ingredients, but at least it’s not Beel-he makes preparing dinner almost impossible. When dinner is ready and everyone comes to the table, you save a spot for Levi next to you, but he never shows up. Now you’re a bit concerned. You decide to text him.

hey, aren’t you coming to dinner?

As you eat, you check your DDD for an answer, but no response. You check again as you finish up and see that he read your message 10 minutes ago. That asshole, you think. Where does he get off ignoring my messages like that?

After dinner is done, you don’t even bother helping clean up. Instead, you stand up, push your chair in irritably, and walk to Levi’s room. When you get to his door, you push it open without knocking. Leviathan is sitting in his chair, playing a videogame in the dark. You can practically hear the music blasting through his headphones. He notices you come in, but doesn’t turn to look at you. Instead, he focuses even harder on his game. “Why are you ignoring me?” you ask, but then realize he probably can’t even hear you. You stomp over to his desk and stand beside him.

He pushes one headphone off his ear and bitterly asks, “What do you want, M/C?”

“Why have you been ignoring me all day?” you ask again, this time a little less sternly. When he doesn’t answer, you lean down closer to him until he blushes hard and pulls away from you, removing his headphones entirely and pausing his game.

“S-stop it, you’re too close!” he yells, covering his face to hide his blush.

“You’re being a brat,” you tell him, and grab his wrist. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why? Y-you wouldn’t care anyway-I’m just a loser! Go hang out with my brothers more or something!”

“What are you talking about?” You grab Levi’s other hand and pull it away from his face. It’s fun to see him squirm, and you love teasing him to get him all blushy and embarrassed.

“..These past few days you’ve only been hanging out with Satan or Belphie or-“ he starts to murmur.

“Levi, I had to make dinner with Belphie tonight-you know that. And Satan-come on, we’ve just been studying for the exams coming up.” Levi didn’t respond, but his face was still red and he was still pouting, not meeting your eyes. A small smile grew on your face. “Are you that jealous of them, huh? Jealous that they got to spend time with me?”

“Sh-shut up,” he whispers. “Why would I be jealous of normies like them?”

You laugh a bit to yourself. Leviathan has always been so adorable, so cute when he’s flustered. Ever since you came to the Devildom, you’ve been so attracted to his shyness and how he fidgets when he gets nervous. It has kept you up at night, tossing and turning in your room, thinking about his little whines and the face he makes when he’s embarrassed. It… does things to you. Your mind starts to wander as you feel the warmth from his hands on yours, and you look up to him with lidded eyes. He must notice your sudden change in mood because he furrows his eyebrows and starts to look confused.

“M/C-what-why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know, the whole time I was with them I was thinking of you,” you whisper to him, now kneeling before him in his chair. He immediately turns even brighter red and starts stammering his words.

“S-stop lying! Yo-you wouldn’t think of me, I’m just a gross otaku!”

You reach up to brush some stray hairs out of his eyes and he shuts them reflexively. “It’s true, Levi. In fact, it hasn’t just been with them. I think about you all the time… I can’t help it. You’re always on my mind.”

“W-what?” he opens his eyes, and meets your gaze, still nervous.

“I think about touching you every day. About feeling your body under mine and watching your face as it-“

“M/C!?”

“-as it twists in pleasure. Don’t you think about it too, Leviathan? About me touching you? I see the way you look at me sometimes-with an insatiable hunger.” Your hand begins to move down his chest, toward his pants. “Tell me what you think about,” you order.

Levi gulps and starts to breathe heavy. “D-do you really mean that? You really-you’re attracted to me? Me?”

“Of course, Levi,” you answer with a smile. Your eyes trail down his body. "I want to do so much with you. So much to you. Will you let me?” You look back up at the demon brother.

His eyes widen considerably, and he nods, nose and cheeks still tinted with a light dusting of red.

You don’t waste a second. Getting up, you tell him to stand, which he immediately complies to, and you run your hands down his body, grabbing at jacket and sliding it off his shoulders. Leaning in to kiss him, you graze his lips gently and whisper, “Tell me what you think about.”

“That’s-that’s so embarrassing…” Your eyes meet his, and you look at him sternly, almost implying that it was not a question, but an order to be obeyed. He resumes, almost desperately. “You, M/C. I-I think of you and y-your hands on my body and I think of you making me-making me…” he trails off and you stop your hands roaming his body.

“Making you what, Levi?” You try to coax it out of him, brushing your lips against his again.

His eyes avert yours. “Making me cum…”

Snickering, you peck his lips. “I’ll make you cum, but first you have to be a good boy for me, okay?” After he nods, you quickly push him backwards onto the floor. He stumbles a bit, eliciting a small whine from his mouth, which almost drives you mad with lust. You bend down, and kneel over him, placing each hand on the sides of his head. Your lips meet again, but this time the kiss is more desperate-passionate. Slipping your tongue inside his mouth, Levi moans softly. Using your elbow to steady yourself, your left hand travels down his torso and finds its way under his shirt. His stomach is hard and warm, and your body begins to burn with need-need to touch him and feel him more. You pull his shirt off and toss it across the room. Placing your hands back on him, they slide up to his chest as your lips return to his.

You massage his chest, coaxing moan after moan from him, which in turn stimulates you. You’re practically throbbing-you could devour him instantly now, but you’d rather savor this moment. Savor his little whimpers and cries and the feeling of his body against yours, the taste of his lips and his hands gripping your arms.

You both pull away for a second to catch your breath, and Levi pants heavily. “Hah… uh… M/C… are you sure you want me?” His eyes plead up to yours, and you almost melt from how cute he looks. It takes all the restraint in your body not to fuck him on the spot.

“Levi,” you start, and your hand trails down to his pants. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. Do you want this?”

He wastes no time, nodding vigorously as you begin to pull his pants down and massage him through his boxers. In response, his hands clench around your arms tighter and he lets out a loud moan, like he’s been pent up for ages and is just now getting a semblance of release. After he feels hard enough, you pull his member out from his boxers and slowly begin to jerk him off. It’s easy for you to get a good motion due to his cock being slick with precum already. Poor thing is so horny. He wants to cum so bad.

“You can’t cum until I say you can,” you tell him, and lean in for another kiss. He gives in to you so easily, matching your pace with only a slight awkwardness -either from nervousness or inexperience. Each pump of his cock in your hand provokes a small gasp or whimper from his mouth. “Ah- M/C – ah- it feels s-so good – ah!” He begins to thrust into your hand, and you can tell from the shakiness of his legs that he’s close to climax already. You quickly remove your hand and stop kissing him. He moans loudly in response. “Ah- you-you can’t stop like that.”

“I told you you can’t cum until I say so. Did I ever say you could?” You place your thumb on his lips, and he parts his mouth for you. Pressing against his tongue, you turn his head slowly to the side to mimic a ‘no’.

“A’m thorry,” he whimpers through your grip, but you’re not satisfied.

“You have to be a good boy, Levi. Show me you have restraint and I won’t punish you~” Slowly, you move to kiss the crook of his neck, sucking and biting gently. Meanwhile, your hands explore his body, gliding down his lean but strong arms, gently playing with his nipples, and running across his abs. They’ve always looked so delicious when he’s in his demon form. You move down to his collarbone, peppering him with kisses and small bites as you make your way to his chest, then his stomach, down to his pelvis. By now his whimpers and moans are so loud that any passerby in the hall outside could easily hear them. But you don’t care-the louder he is the more it turns you on. God, you love seeing him turn into a whimpering mess.

You lick at his skin, and he jerks his hips up in response to the sudden feeling. “P-please, M/C, I can’t take that- I-I won’t be able to control myself!”

You laugh against his skin and watch as his cock twitches and throbs for attention – it needs to be touched almost as bad as you do. But you’ve handled this before and Levi isn’t quite ready for everything you want to do to him tonight, so you’ll save it for later. Instead, you lick up his body, back to his chest and lean up to kiss his again, your hands still pinning him down. You hate to admit it-but you get off on teasing him-nothing is hotter than making him beg.

Suddenly you notice his hands aren’t on you anymore, and you look to notice that they’ve wandered to his cock, pumping it in the rhythm of your kisses. He’s surprised when you grab his wrists and pin them above his head. “What did I say? You cum when I say! Not when you want!”

“I’m sorry M/C! I-I can’t wait it just feels so good. P-please don’t stop touching me. You pinning me down like this-I can’t control myself. Y-you’re trying to kill me!”

“You brat,” you whisper, and kiss him deeper. With your right hand you hold his arms down. You’re pretty strong-but it’s hard to pin a demon of suck high rank. Regardless, you hold him steady with your right hand as your left moves down to touch him again. You return where you left off, pumping up and down at a fast speed. The sounds that fill the room feel almost too vulgar- the slapping of wet skin, Levi’s little moans and cries of pleasure, your ragged breathing.

It doesn’t take long for you two to find a rhythm again. The mixture of the taste of his lips and tongue on yours, combined with the feeling of his cock easily sliding through the grip of your hand as he jerks his hips in a desperate attempt to maximize his pleasure-it’s all too much. You might lose yourself if this keeps up. You retract from his kiss and begin to stare into his golden eyes. His hair is slick with sweat and stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed with blush, and wet lips parted in a desperate plead to kiss him again. Instead you watch as he gasps and whines as a response of your touch.

“Ah-AH-uh-M/C-pl-please – I can’t – anymore, please.”

“That’s okay, Levi. Cum for me,” you tell him, tightening the grip on his cock and pumping even faster and harder. Levi almost screams in reaction to your increased speed and you silence him with the deepest, most passionate kiss you’ve given him tonight. With that, he comes undone, whimpering into your lips, and unravels in your hand. His thrusts grow random and slow as he cums into your hand, his seed landing on your sleeve and dripping down his throbbing cock. You pump him a few more times to provoke a few more whimpers before you break the kiss. Leviathan stares up at you, lust clouding his eyes as he attempts to catch his breath.

“Good boy, Levi,” you say, and kiss his forehead. You release your grip on his wrists and move your hand to cup his cheek, kissing him gently and lovingly.

Between breaths and kisses Levi manages to mutter out, “Ah-hah… M/C… I love you.”

“I love you, too, Levi. Tomorrow we’ll have even more fun <3.”

#obeyme #obey me #obey me!#Obey Me Levi #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me levi smut #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Sick

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 3275

Content warnings - fluff, crack, my attempt at humor, adult humor I guess? but no smut

Prompt/Inspiration - Mammon gets sick and MC cares for him

Summary - Mammon gets a very minor case of the sniffles and is determined to milk it for all its worth. But he doesn’t realize you know exactly what he’s up to and have a plan of your own in mind.

AO3

It’s not often demons get sick, you’ve been told. Since their bodies heal quicker and are generally more resilient than humans, they are much better at fighting off disease.

So imagine Mammon’s surprise when he woke up one morning, shivering. Yes, he sleeps au natural, but his body temp runs warm to begin with and he kept plenty of sheets and blankets on his bed to keep him nice and snug. If he bundled up right, he’d create his own little cocoon of warmth that he was always reluctant to leave.

But this morning he was cold. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling he decided he should text you and ask you to bring him something to drink.

Of course he wasn’t really after the drink.

He was after your attention.

It’s not often demons get sick after all...and he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

As you headed towards Mammon’s room with the bottle of water he requested, you were a bit annoyed with him. You couldn’t figure out why your boyfriend couldn’t get it himself, and it was way too early in the morning on a Saturday for you to get out of bed. But you figured if he was going to wake you up, the least he could do was let you climb into bed with him and steal his warmth. It seemed like a pretty fair trade.

Only when you got to his room, he didn’t greet you like normally. Instead, you heard a faint coughing sound coming from his bed. Thinking maybe his throat was just dry and that’s why he begged for the water, you headed over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed. Mammon finally rolled over partway to face you, and you immediately noticed how flushed his cheeks looked.

“Thanks,” he said, weakly.

“Are you ok?” you asked, handing him the water and reaching out to touch his forehead. He seemed a bit warm to your touch, but you had no idea what a demon fever was supposed to feel like so you couldn’t tell if he was running one.

“I’m jus’ tired. And a little sore. Nothin’ The Great Mammon can’t handle,” he replied, coughing again, before taking a sip of his water.

“Maybe I should get Lucifer?”

“No!”, he yelped, with a surprising amount of energy, causing you to raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“I mean...it’s jus’...” more weak coughing, “I’ll be fine if you’re here. Prolly just a cold ya know?” He offered you a weak smile.

“A...cold…?” Do demons even get colds? You hadn’t the faintest idea. You knew it was possible for them to get sick, but you heard it happened so rarely you honestly didn’t think you’d ever get to see it for yourself. You were about to ask if it was ok to talk to Barbatos at least, but a tiny niggling feeling at the back of your mind told you not to say anything out loud for now and just to text him later.

“Can ya just...hold me?” Mammon asked, looking at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Ok, something was definitely up, you thought.

“Sure babe, let me just get some stuff from my room and I’ll be right back.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before standing up and leaving his room. As soon as his door closed behind you, you pulled out your DDD and sent Barbatos a text, hoping he might already be up early. And fortunately for you, he was.

"Hey Barb. Kinda an odd question but can demons get colds?” “Not usually. It would be exceedingly rare. Is one of the brothers sick?” “Mammon says he has a cold. But I don’t know enough to tell how bad it is.” “Can you tell if he’s running a fever?” “He seemed warm and a little flushed. If he was a human I would say he had a low grade fever. Nothing serious.” “Ah. He will be fine in that case. Demonic fevers run very hot to the touch. You would know immediately if there was cause for concern.” “Thanks Barb. You’re a lifesaver.” “It’s not a problem at all. You can message me anytime.”

With a better understanding of Mammon’s ‘condition’ under your belt, you felt relieved to know it wasn’t anything serious. But that still left you to figure out what exactly to do for him. Should you just pretend you were none the wiser and indulge him? Or should you call him out on it?

You continued thinking about this as you gathered up your things - a book, your DDD charger...when a brilliant idea struck you. You knew just what to do to make your poor, sick demon boyfriend feel better.

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“Hey Mammon, I’m back. Sorry it took so long,” you announced as you entered his room, carrying a large bag. You carefully sat it down on top of Mammon’s pool table and began to unpack.

“What’s all that?”, he asked. Mammon had rolled over on his side to watch you.

“Oh just some human realm cold remedies. I thought I could take care of you like how my family used to take care of me. I’m not sure how effective some of this stuff will be, but at least it’ll make you feel better.”

You turned around and gave Mammon a brilliant smile, and he relaxed into his bed, pulling his blankets snug around him. You were such a good human, looking after him like this. He almost felt guilty for making you work so hard for his sake when he wasn’t all that sick. Almost.

“Where’d ya get all that stuff?”

“Oh Barbatos helped me out. Turns out Lord Diavolo has quite the collection of human things stashed away in his castle. Food too. I guess it was part of his research and preparation for the exchange program,” you said with a shrug.

“Barb?” Mammon tensed up imagining Barbatos talking to Diavolo, who would certainly talk about his “illness” with Lucifer. And he really doubted Lucifer would let him get away with this if he knew.

“Don’t worry, he promised not to mention it to anyone for now. But he wants me to get back to him if you’re not better by the end of the day, because that could mean it’s something much more serious.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine by then. Just need a day ta rest is all.”

Mammon wasn’t sure how he felt about you talking to Barbatos, but it seemed that the butler hadn’t blown his cover, for which he was grateful. Now all he had to do was sit back and enjoy your undivided affection and attention. All. Day. Long.

“Give me your feet,” you said, walking towards the foot of Mammon’s bed.

“Sure babe,” he replied, wiggling his feet free of the covers so you had easier access. You had never given him a foot rub before, and he was getting excited at the thought. This was the life.

His dreams were quickly dashed though, when he felt something cold, wet, and kinda slimy pressed to the bottom of his foot as you tugged some thick, wool socks over them.

“What the hell is that?!” he squeaked, trying his best to keep his voice down and not react too much. He didn’t want to give himself away after all.

“Oh this? It’s a home remedy. You put onions in your socks and it draws out the toxins in your body so you can recover faster,” without batting an eye, you moved on to his next foot.

Mammon really did not like how those socks felt on his feet with the onion slices against his skin. But if this was something you were doing to help him, then he guessed he could let you be. You were being so attentive, he really couldn’t complain.

“Alright, there you go. All wrapped up,” you said, patting the bottoms of Mammon’s feet, laughing inwardly when you noticed him flinch at the sensation, before tucking him back in.

“So can ya cuddle now?”, he asked, making sure to punctuate his sentence with a cough. He really wanted you to hold him and run your fingers through his hair like you always did. Maybe he could even convince you to give him a neck and a shoulder rub too.

“Of course.”

You grabbed a small thermos and your book from the pool table and then returned to his bed, climbing in next to him, “Here, this should help with your throat,” you said as you offered the thermos to Mammon.

He couldn’t help but smile at your thoughtfulness. You really were the best. He wasn’t expecting to get a nice warm drink, but you had gone above and beyond what he had hoped for. Propping himself up in the bed slightly, Mammon opened the thermos and poured himself a small serving.

Yummm, warmed milk, he thought.

But as soon as he took his first sip he realized something was wrong. Very very wrong. Not wanting to insult you after you had tried so hard, he forced himself to swallow, shivering as it went down.

“Err, babe...I think there is something wrong with the milk. It tastes umm...a little funny…?”

“Oh that must be the garlic,” you replied, giving Mammon a warm smile, “It helps with aches and pains, plus it’s supposed to help fight infections.” You returned to your book, careful to position it so that Mammon could not see the stupid grin that had now spread across your face.

“Right...umm...thanks…” Mammon looked down at the portion still left in the lid of the thermos and realized he had to drink at least that much if he was hoping to close the container at all. He gulped, and then decided to just treat it like a shot and tossed it back, trying his best to prevent it from lingering on his tongue any longer than possible.

As soon as he started to put the lid back in place however, you stopped him, “You need to drink all of it or it won’t work.”

“Ha...yeah...of course...makes sense,” Mammon chuckled nervously. The whole thing?! You really expected him to drink this whole thermos?? That had to be at least 4 other servings in there. He almost felt like crying at the thought, but then reminded himself that once he was done, he could get back to his comfort cuddling. If you offered him anything else later, he’d just have to tell you he was still full.

“All...done,” he said, tightening the lid back on the thermos before handing it to you. He was so thankful right now that the thermos wasn’t any bigger. He remembered how you mentioned your family used to do these things to help you when you were sick, and immediately felt bad for your childhood self. Being sick as a human must be awful.

Hands finally free, Mammon turned over and curled up beside you, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he rested his head in your lap. Finally he was going to get to rest and cuddle all he wanted. He let out a sigh of contentment when he felt your fingers start to carefully comb through his hair. Now this was what he had been waiting for.

You peered around your book at the adorable, malingering demon resting so peacefully on your lap. You were honestly surprised he had managed to drink all of that vile milk concoction. You had thought for sure that would be the thing to make him fess up. You however, were prepared for this scenario and had one final trick up your sleeve.

But first, you were going to let your sweet demon of Greed get a bit of rest and some real cuddles in. You did love him after all, and you did enjoy cuddling with him. If he had just asked you to be spoiled for a day, you would have happily obliged him. Instead, he gave you an opportunity to tease him that was simply too good to pass up.

After a couple of hours had passed, you sat your book down and stretched your arms above your head. You had gotten a little bit stiff maintaining your position for so long, but Mammon had fallen asleep and your book was better than you had been expecting, so you hadn’t wanted to move.

As you stretched, Mammon started to stir and hugged your legs closer to himself. You smiled at him and gave him a small pat on the head, which caused him to reposition himself a little so that he could better see you.

“Hey, how are you feeling now?”, you asked.

“About the same,” he coughed a couple times before continuing, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it down ta lunch. Ya think you could bring my food up to me?” He gave you another weak cough, then tugged the blanket up to his chest so only his head was exposed.

“Really? You don’t think you can even make it downstairs?” you asked, feigning concern.

“Yeah,” cough cough, “It’s just so far to walk ya know? I’d probably get trapped on the stairs.” Mammon laughed weakly at his own joke, a pleading look in his eye.

“That’s starting to sound serious Mammon. I’m getting kind of worried.”

“Nah it’s fine! I’m sure. I just need ta rest. No big deal.”

“I don’t know Mammon. I'm thinking I should go get Lucifer just in case.”

“Hey, that's really not necessary ya know.”

“Well, I do have one more thing I can try,” you said, sighing, “But if you don’t want to try it then I’ll need to get Lucifer.”

Mammon thought for a moment. So far his luck hadn’t been the best with your home remedies. His feet felt awful, and he could still remember the taste of that milk. But maybe if you didn’t have him eat anything he’d be fine? If it could get him out of talking to Lucifer, then a little bit of discomfort would be worth it.

“A’ight, whatcha got?”

“It’s just medicine. Don’t worry. Nothing you have to eat,” you replied, with a saccharine sweet smile. You really wished you had thought a bit further ahead and set up a video camera, because you were sure his reaction was going to be amazing.

Mammon rolled off your lap, resting on his stomach with his arms crossed under his pillow. He watched you as you went back to your stash of things you had brought with you, and picked up a small green box and began opening the end, removing the products carefully.

“Ok Mammon, I need you to lay on your side, facing the wall.”

“Umm...ok.” Mammon rolled over as instructed, thoroughly confused as to why he had to face away from you to receive medication. Maybe it was some sort of topical cream and you were going to rub it on his back?

“Great, now I want you to pull your top leg up towards your stomach, and keep your bottom leg straight.”

“Alright….” He was starting to get a little anxious now. This position seemed really odd to him, and sorta vulnerable. In fact, it vaguely reminded him of a sex position. Which was silly, he thought, it wasn’t like you were going to try to make a move on him when he was supposed to be ill.

“Perfect,” you said, as you started pulling down the blankets and sheets to get a good view of Mammon’s ass. As soon as the cool air hit his backside though, he became very concerned about what was about to happen next.

“Wh wh wh what are you doing back there?” he asked, trying to crane his neck so he could see you, which was very difficult to do from the position he was in.

“I’m prepping the suppository. I just need to apply a bit…”

“THE WHAT?!” he yelped, slapping his hands over his butt as he scrambled to sit upright in bed.

“The suppository,” you replied. It took all of your concentration to keep a straight face at this point.

“I I I I...really don’t think that’s necessary. In fact! I’m feelin’ better already! See?” Mammon flexed his arms, as some sort of show of strength, “Look, even my cough is gone.”

“I don’t know Mammon, I really don’t want to take any chances. If you’re not comfortable with this, I’ll just go get Lucifer, it’s ok.”

“NO! Uhhh... really, I’m feeling much better now.”

You could hear the panic rising in his voice, and the sadist within you laughed in glee. Oh this precious, precious man. How boring would your days be without him?

“It’s fine. I’ll just get Lucifer,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door.

You barely made it a single step though before you felt Mammon grab your wrist, as his confession started pouring from his lips…

“imnotsickpleasedontgetlucfierpleaseimfineiswearimfinenobuttstuffnoluciferpleasepleasepleaseplease.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter any longer, and just started... cackling . There really was no other word to describe it. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as you laughed and laughed, completely doubled over.

Mammon blinked in confusion. That was not the reaction he had been expecting. As he stood there watching you struggling to compose yourself, he became aware of the fact that he was still completely naked, and not only that, he was standing in his onion socks and the feeling was...not pleasant.

He couldn’t decide if it was safe to let go of your wrist yet, since he had no idea why you were laughing as hard as you were. Would you make a break for it if he tried to grab some shorts to cover himself? Or should he just pick you up and crawl back into bed so he didn’t have to stand anymore in these disgusting socks?

As he was weighing his options, you finally seemed to be calming down, and after taking a few deep breaths you turned to face him.

“Ok...I’m good...I’m good now...phew…” you wiped the tears from your eyes and continued, “Mammon, I know.”

“What do ya mean ya…?” realization started to dawn on him, and Mammon’s cheeks flushed crimson, “But all th th that stuff?”, he stammered out.

“Just some old wives tales and folk remedies.”

“Why…! You…! I drank THAT! That disgustin’ rotten milk!”

You tried to stifle your laughter with your free hand, but were not very successful.

“And...the socks! These nasty slimy socks! You…!”

It was getting harder to contain yourself again as Mammon kept pointing out all you had put him through. Watching you struggle not to laugh made him blush even harder, which only left him more annoyed.

“That’s it ya brat,” he said, and without any warning, scooped you up in his arms.

“Ack! What are you doing?!” you yelped, as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“We’re goin’ to take a bath and ya scrubbin’ my feet ‘til the onion is gone.”

“What?! Why do I have to do that? You’re the one who faked ill!”

“Th th that’s besides the point…!” he stuttered out, while walking towards his bathroom, his socks making a sickening squishy sound with each step.

You wrapped your arms a little tighter around his neck, giving him a hug, as you laughed softly to yourself. He really did keep your life interesting.

#gn!mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me fluff #obey me fanfic #obey me crack #mammon fluff #mammon crack #mammon fanfic

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childofhelios · 3 years

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special chemistry (candy, candy)

ship: Na Jaemin x Lee Jeno x Huang Renjun

characters: Na Jaemin, Lee Jeno, Huang Renjun

rating: general

word count: 1,098

the title is from baekhyun’s candy lolol and this was based off the prompt: “do you really need all of that candy?” this took me like ten freaking years to write this, im sorry if the flow is weird. half of it was written was when i was really sleep deprived and the other half i had written at 3 am after sleeping for like five hours vkjsnldkdv. also it feels very renmin heavy bc i really like their dynamic and wanted to build on it. but please enjoy and feel free to send a message/ask about it :DDD

“Do you really need all of that candy?”

“Come onnnnnn, it’s not even that much!”

I glance at the cart I’ve been pushing around for the last hour, the contents nearly spilling over the top, and look back at him.

“Okay, maybe I did go a bit over the top, but you can’t blame me. The house, and I, have been seriously sugar deprived.”

“Jaemin, this is our fourth time here in a month. You’re not deprived, you’re dependent.”

“Well, if you feel like that, then me and my candy are leaving.” He pouts, but I can tell it isn’t sincere due to the sparkle in his eyes. He pulls the cart into another aisle, leaving me behind. I stand there for a while until I feel my phone buzz.

My ☀️: are you coming 🥺

I roll my eyes as I turn the corner. There isn’t many people in the shop so it was easy to spot the cart, which is being manned by two people. I creep up and pull the person nearest me into a chokehold.

“RENJUN! Let go of me!”

“No, this is your fault. You enable him too much and that’s how we end up here all the time.”

“You don’t enable him enough.”

I glare at him before ruffling his hair and letting him go. “That isn’t true and you know it. Besides, we barely have enough room in the kitchen to fit all of this. Can’t we just take some stuff out?”

“Jeno, don’t you dare let him. By the time he’s done, the cart will be empty.”

“That’s the point!”

Jeno puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs. “My moon, just let him buy what he wants and he can suffer consequences.”

“Don’t “my moon” me. You know that we’re gonna be the ones taking care of him when he gets a stomachache again. I refuse to watch Beauty and the Beast for 45th time.”

Jaemin pipes up. “I will not stand for Beauty and the Beast slander. It’s a masterpiece.”

“Then sit. “

“Okay, how about this: my sun, we will take out some of the more expensive stuff but we’ll get everything else. And then, my moon, we’ll visit that hotpot place you like down the street and I’ll make sure that Jaemin doesn’t eat any of this until tomorrow afternoon. Sound like a plan?”

“My star, no wonder the two of us make up the better half of this relationship.” Jaemin slides an arm around his waist and smiles blaringly at Jeno.

I huff, throwing my hands in the air. “Jaemin, that’s not even how basic math works!”

“Who says it doesn’t work like that?”

“Anyone who knows two shits about math!!!”

We argued all the way until we got to the cash register. I reluctantly scanned everything in cart, ignoring Jaemin’s excited stare and Jeno’s content one. When I pulled out my card to pay, a hand stops.

“Renjun, you really don’t have to pay for it. I can do it, since I’m the reason we’re here.”

“Jaemin, it’s fine. I don’t mind. I might complain a lot, but I like being here, especially with you two.” I hold his hand and lean in, whispering. “Besides, you can share some of the chocolates we bought as collateral. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Lovely. Now that’s dealt with, let’s leave Jeno to deal with the bags while we go warm up in the car.” Jaemin and I link arms and walk away quickly so Jeno’s shouts grow softer and softer. We climb into the car, both of us in the backseat. We’re both breathing heavily and when we lock eyes, we start laughing hysterically. Even as the trunk opens to a slightly annoyed Jeno to when he climbs into the driver’s seat, we couldn’t stop laughing.

“You know, sometimes it feels like you two gang up on me almost as much yall do it to each other.”

Jaemin gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, that’s because of the law of equivalent exchange. You give us love and devotion in its original form and we give it back to you in the form of bullying. See? Completely fair.”

“That sounds like the complete opposite of fair. Renjun, back me up here.”

“Shhhhhhh, let’s drive. There’s a bowl of hotpot with my name on it.” Jeno grumbles, but we catch each others eyes in the rearview mirror. I smile at him, and his eyes run into crescents that make me want to call him “my moon” instead. He puts the car in drive and pulls out of the parking lot, the quiet hum of the car almost lulling me to sleep. I look over to my side, but Jaemin is already knocked out and snoring softly.

I lean forward in my seat to talk to Jeno. “I’m amazed at how fast he falls asleep sometimes.”

“Well, he didn’t sleep last night. I’m surprised he didn’t knock out earlier.”

“Did he have a nightmare or something?”

“Nope, he just didn’t feel like it.” I frown and look back at him. He looks so peaceful that I really don’t want to disturb him.

“Maybe we should-”

“Order it to-go and eat it at the house?”

“You read my mind, my star. Thank you.” He hums in agreement and I sit back. Once we arrive at the restaurant, I go in and pick up the food. I open and close the door gently, trying not to disturb him. Then, we drive back to our house which is only 15 minutes away thankfully. Jeno parks the car and we are faced with a dilemma.

“Wait, are we gonna wake him up to go inside?”

“That’s what we should do.” Five minutes of agonizing over what to do, we decided to have me carry in the food and Jeno carry in Jaemin.

“Why does it feel like I do all of the heavy work in this relationship.”

“Maybe don’t go to the gym everyday and have a body builder figure.”

“We all go to the gym together! Jaemin works out almost as much as me!”

I shush him. “Shut up, you’re gonna wake him up.” Jeno walks away and the sight of the two of them makes my heart swell. Jaemin, drooling on Jeno’s shoulder in sound sleep, and Jeno, who noticed and is most definitely annoyed by it but won’t say anything about it. Seeing the two of them makes me realize something. I won’t ever tell them this, but even though Jaemin has the sugar addiction, they’re the two sweetest things in my life.

#nct #nct fanfic #norenmin #norenmin au #lee jeno #na jaemin #huang renjun #jeno fanfic #jaemin fanfic #renjun fanfic #jaemin x jeno x renjun #helios writes

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starcharmfunzies · 3 years

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Could you please explain to us, in incredibly insane,DEEP detail, why you hate Mickey? From point A to point Z. I’ll get my popcorn ready.

under the cut cause this got long and I'm very passionate about the topic

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okay so the year is 2010

BbS came out and the fanbase is heartbroken (including myself) over what happened to Terra, Aqua and Ven. At this point in the franchise Mickey although shady seems like a decent dude, so I didn't have any strong opinions towards him, only that he was this mysterious and seemingly OP king. Let's recap though.

In KH1 he wasn't very communicative with Donald and Goofy, but when he finally showed up at the very end it was to close Kingdom Hearts and ngl it was a pretty hype moment. So far so good.

In Re:Chain of Memories he again does not approach Donald and Goofy -and Sora- even though they were still looking for him, but it was for a very good cause as he stayed with Riku to help him fight Ansem Seeker of Darkness. Here I actually thought well of him.

In KH2 he's still being beyond secretive but he finally joins the gang to explain some things and fight alongside everyone to defeat Xemnas. Honestly he's got no bad record so far; he may be a douche sometimes since he barely explains himself but I could understand because of the circumstances.

So BbS happens. We get insight on how he was involved with TAV and I actually felt kinda bad for Mickey since he hadn't been able to do much to help them, and for all he knew in the worst case scenario they all died.

But then in 2011 Re:Coded came out, and with it its secret movie.

In the secret movie Mickey and Yen Sid have the following exchange:

M: Yen Sid, I think we're finally close to figuring out where Ven's heart is.

Y: Is that so? Then that leaves only Terra.

Hold the fuck up. Only Terra? As in, they already knew where Aqua was?

Why hadn't they gone after her then?????

This secret movie left a bitter taste in my mouth. I started questioning everything. For how long had they known? Why hadn't they done anything? What the fuck were they waiting for?

Sadly in 2012 with DDD's release I didn't get answers to any of these questions, and when Mickey told Xehanort that he hoped TAV sacrificing themselves hadn't been in vain it just got me more angry.

How dare you talk about them as if they were dead. How dare you utter Aqua's name when you know damn well where she is and you know damn well that it's almost fucking impossible to get out of that place without help. YOU could help her Michael. But no, you're just talking about her like she was just a bad memory you wanted to forget.

I was pissed.

And I stayed pissed for the next 5 years, with no main games coming out and only my memories of the past games to look back on Mickey's behavior. Since when had he known that Aqua was in the Realm of Darkness? Since KH1 when he helped Sora close the door to Kingdom Hearts? Since Re:Chain of Memories when he was helping Riku overcome his own darkness? Since KH2 when he was infiltrating the Organization? Since way before KH1? Just how long had he been walking around knowing of this and deciding to do nothing about it?

But not only was I angry at Mickey. I was desperate. How long would I be waiting until Aqua was saved? Would she even be saved at all? Information about her was scarce, and BbS volume 2 seemed nothing but a distant dream, but with DDD being the prelude to the final battle against Xehanort I was hopeful the next main game would finally have her involved again.

So you can imagine how excited I was when we got the first trailer for KH 2.8 that included A Fragmentary Passage.

That image of the back of her head gave me hope. Hope that she was still okay, still fighting, and that she would be saved soon.

And on January 2017 we finally found what had happened to her before she made it to that fateful beach.

And boy I wasn't happy.

The reason Mickey knew Aqua was in the Realm of Darkness was because he met her there, right before he helped close Kingdom Hearts. And of course I don't blame him for getting separated from Aqua, it was the demon tower's fault and I understand he couldn't do much being in a hurry and all to get to the door.

But shouldn't he have tried to find her right after???

I get that there's only so much Nomura can tie back to plot-wise as he writes along, but the matter of fact at this point is that:

Mickey stayed with Riku after closing Kingdom Hearts and didn't say a word to him about Aqua.

We don't know whether Mickey tried to search for her or not, but it sure as hell didn't stop him from leaving the Realm of Darkness when he had the chance.

So after escaping the Realm of Darkness Mickey eventually went to Yen Sid and told him he found Aqua, and Yen Sid told him to not try anything yet as they were unprepared to rescue her.

And OF COURSE, this is the one time Mickey decides to listen to him. Not unlike ALL the other times he went around and did whatever the fuck he wanted. Like when he ran away with the star shard in BbS despite Yen Sid telling him not to get involved, or when he went to confront fucking Xehanort and only got saved because of Ven, or when he abandoned Disney Castle without warning to do things by himself and just left a shitty note with a half-assed explanation, or when he jumped after Xemnas into the dark corridor and left behind everyone in Radiant Garden.

Nah, it's this ONE time in particular that Mickey decides to be a goody-two-shoes and not do anything reckless for a change.

Wasn't Aqua his friend? Didn't he form a D-link with her because they got close? Hadn't he done all the dangerous things he did in the past because he wanted to look after those he cared for and loved?

And not only did he decide to do nothing, but he didn't say a THING about her to anyone. So what if Sora and/or Riku planned a reckless rescue? Mickey had already done worse than that! And BESIDES, Sora and Riku did manage to get out of the Realm of Darkness once so they could have very well done it again a second time.

BUT HEY at least 0.2 ended with Mickey and Riku deciding to finally go get Aqua, so there's hope. That is until 2019, another 2 years later, that KH3 comes out. Mickey and Riku finally go to the Realm of Darkness to look for her, but when they get to the beach and find she's not there what does Mickey decide to do?

HE DECIDES TO LEAVE AGAIN.

It's been 10+ years already what's a little more time am I right fellas???

Reminder that Mickey supposedly considers Aqua a friend btw.

Michael you were there in the Realm of Darkness, you know how dangerous it is, you saw how at the verge of giving up Aqua was, and you decide to keep her waiting even more? What the hell is wrong with you?!

It's like he doesn't even care about her at all. It's so unsettling how carefree he is about it.

And you know what? Had Mickey decided to go save Aqua sooner they might have actually gotten to her before her confrontation with Ansem Seeker of Darkness, and they would have spared her plenty of suffering.

But what do I know.

Anyway, Aqua gets saved (by Sora btw, not Mickey), and in the process she calls Mickey out on his bullshit and he agrees he messed up. He even apologized. That did make me feel better, it was cathartic, and although I was still sore about everything he did now that TAV was back together safe and sound I was considering cutting Mickey some slack. I'll give him credit, I did get a little impressed with what he did in Re:Mind. Credit where credit is due.

But then Melody of Memory happened.

sigh

The moment this asshole found out that Riku went by himself to search for Sora to this strange world of unreality what is the first thing he does?

He bolts to the fucking door ready to go after Riku. And had it not been for Donald and Goofy tackling him to the ground he could have very well ran off.

Why wasn't he this worried over Aqua? When he found her she had already spent 10 years in the Realm of Darkness, a very VERY dangerous place. And yet when he made it out he wasn't worried at all and let her stay 2-3 years more in there?? Riku had left like a fucking hour ago and it was enough to have Mickey panicking COME ON. Biased much?

So there you have it. No matter what Mickey does in the future of the franchise I don't think I'll ever have the heart to forgive him. I was willing to do so, but of course he made me change my mind rather quickly.

I'm glad newcomers to the series share these feelings of not being fond of Mickey, but I don't think they'll go through the same experience that the people that followed the games did. Most of us liked Mickey at the beginning, but through the years we realized with horror that we had been deceived, and we were left to wallow in our rage while we hopelessly waited for someone, anyone, to save Aqua.

#i feel like i've explained this more than once but not as passionately as I did right now #long post #i just cant forgive him #i cant #for what he did to aqua and for what he made me feel #my teen self was so so worried for Aqua and so distraught Mickey got away with this #adult me adores Aqua and despises Mickey with every fiber of my being #IN THIS BLOG WE DONT FORGIVE MICHAEL THEODORE MOUSE #mickey #aqua

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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Kidnapped to Hell (pt. 16)

Hoshiko had to reassure the rest of the brothers that they were okay after their emotionally charged encounter with Lucifer, but once they had, they managed to make it to their room with only Mammon in tow.

They both laid in bed where Mammon held Hoshiko and played with their hair while they talked.

"... Was I too mean to Lucifer?" Hoshiko asked, now self conscious of their actions.

"He's mean all the time, he deserves to take it every once in a while," Mammon pointed out.

Hoshiko chuckled softly. "I know, but I still wonder if I went too far..."

"He's the only one who went too far," Mammon spoke definitively.

Hoshiko looked up at him. "Mammon..."

"Yeah?"

Hoshiko sighed. "I... Will I..." They hesitated.

"What is it?" Mammon asked sweetly.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Mammon glanced to the door briefly. "Ten Grimm says its Lucifer," he murmured with a teasing grin.

Hoshiko chuckled. "Be nice," they whispered just before they turned to the door and yelled: "Come in!"

The door opened and Simeon stepped in. "Hello you two," Simeon greeted.

Hoshiko immediately sat up. "Simeon? What're you doing here?"

Mammon sat up as well.

"Lucifer asked me to come, he told me what happened," Simeon spoke as he walked over to the bed.

"He did?" Mammon asked, a little surprised.

Simeon nodded. "Mhm." He stroked Hoshiko's hair. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, but I'm here to help."

Hoshiko leaned into Simeon's comforting touch. "You can actually really help?" They asked, sounding almost desperate. "Because everyone else has tried and nothing has worked."

Simeon smiled slightly and nodded. "I can help. I'm sure of it." He looked at Mammon. "You'll need to leave though."

"But..." he started to protest.

Hoshiko looked at him, eyes pitiful and pleading.

Mammon nodded once and stood up. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Thank you," Hoshiko told him gratefully.

Mammon nodded and left, closing the door behind him as he did.

Mammon stood outside the door for a moment before deciding to go find Lucifer. He headed into the living room when he heard Lucifer's and Diavolo's voices coming from in there, but he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes caught on a tall, blonde angel talking with them.

"M-Michael..."

The trio stopped and looked at Mammon.

"Hello Mammon," Michael greeted curtly.

"Hey..." Mammon replied nervously as he walked over and stood by Lucifer; he couldn't decide whether to hide behind or to posture protectively in front of his older brother.

Michael looked back at Diavolo. "As I was saying, something will have to be done about this. We cannot and will not stand by this," Michael's tone was severe.

"We are not standing by this either, an investigation is ongoing as we speak," Diavolo replied tersely.

"How do I know the punishment for your offending subjects will be proportionate to their crime?"

Diavolo crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't appreciate what you're implying, Michael."

"Then let me be perfectly clear," Michael started as he placed his hands on his hips. "You allowed this to happen and therefore, I do not trust you to deal with it properly. I will be sending another angel down to assist in the investigation and to keep me abreast of the proceedings."

All three demons present were shocked by Michael's words, but Diavolo felt a little bit more than just shock.

"You cannot just come down here and meddle in our affairs as you please," Diavolo told Michael, becoming more angry by the minute.

Lucifer touched Diavolo's arm gently, willing him to remain calm. "Michael, I assure you that that will not be necessary. We'd be will-"

"Lucifer, I believe you're too close to the problem to properly assess the severity of what has occurred," Michael interrupted, absolute certainty in his voice.

Lucifer was taken aback, but couldn't find the words he needed to argue with Michael.

"Wait, what?" Mammon was dumbfounded by Michael's accusation. "If Lucifer is too close then you're not close enough, Michael."

Everyone looked at Mammon.

"Pardon me?" Michael asked as he narrowed his eyes at Mammon.

"Mammon," Lucifer hissed warningly.

Mammon glanced at Lucifer. "No, no, no, lemme say this." He looked back at Michael. "There's no one here who's more torn up about what happened to Hoshiko than Lucifer, and Lord Diavolo is probably a close second. If Lucifer had his way, he'd erase those demons from existence... after torturin' them within an inch of their life first of course. But anyways! Lucifer wants justice for Hoshiko and I know he's not gonna stop until it's done. Hell, he called Simeon to come help Hoshiko! If he was only int'rested in keepin' up his image or protectin' Diavolo he wouldn't've asked for outside help. Can't ya see that?"

Michael sighed and crossed his arms. "Yes Mammon, I see what you mean. But you must understand why I can't leave this alone." He looked at Diavolo. "Because a human was taken this is no longer an internal affair."

"Which is why I've been helping with the investigation," Solomon spoke as he and Barbatos entered the room.

Everyone looked at them.

Diavolo actually felt relief at seeing the sorcerer and his trusted butler arrive.

"Solomon, I was wondering if you were aware of what had happened to your apprentice," Michael said by way of greeting.

"Nice to see you too, Michael," Solomon greeted, totally ignoring Michael's snarkiness.

"So what did you two discover while you were in the human world?" Diavolo asked.

Solomon looked at him. "Good news, the sorcerer society is willing to help with the investigation. We even found one of the sorcerers who commanded one of the demons who took Hoshiko. I think he warned his partner who has now gone into hiding though."

Diavolo frowned. "So do you believe that these sorcerers used their pacts to command their demons then?"

"Honestly? No. But I couldn't say for sure. The one we did find is being held by the society right now."

Then Barbatos's DDD pinged. He discreetly checked it, smirked, and then went into the kitchen.

Diavolo noticed him leave, but didn't say anything about it, too invested in what Solomon had to say to want to interrupt him.

"Did he give any indication as to why he did this?" Michael asked.

Solomon sighed as he crossed his arms. "I immediately recognized the sorcerer we apprehended. A few years ago he asked me to take him on as an apprentice and I refused him. Hoshiko is the first apprentice I've taken on in many years, and it's ruffled some feathers apparently."

"Wait, are you sayin' that Hoshiko was kidnapped 'cuz of some grudge against you?" Mammon asked.

"I think there's a little more to it than just that, but essentially, yes."

"Where is this guy now? I wanna talk to him."

"Don't lie," Hoshiko chided as they walked into the room.

Everyone turned to look at them.

Hoshiko was wearing a long, blue sundress with spaghetti straps. They looked well rested for the first time in days; their skin was glowing and their smile was radiant.

Lucifer was relieved at seeing Hoshiko appear so refreshed.

"Hoshiko..." Mammon grinned at them.

Hoshiko smiled, walked over to him, then took his hand and squeezed it. "Behave."

Mammon simply nodded.

Michael watched their interaction curiously.

Hoshiko nodded once to Mammon before walking straight over to Michael and holding a hand out to him. "Nice to finally meet you, Michael."

Michael took their hand firmly and shook it, subtly turning his wrist so his hand was on top. "It is a pleasure to meet you Hoshiko, I only wish it were under better circumstances."

Hoshiko placed their other hand on top of Michael's. "I believe things work out precisely how they are meant to," they told him before they moved to stand beside him and wrapped an arm around his. "Come with me into the kitchen and let's have some tea."

"Oh, alright." Michael let Hoshiko lead him to the kitchen.

Solomon, Diavolo, Lucifer, and Mammon just watched the pair leave the room.

"... what just happened?" Mammon asked as he looked at everyone else. "Wasn't he just pissed?"

Solomon chuckled. "That's Hoshiko's magic, they can charm anyone."

Diavolo chuckled. "That they can."

"... What do you think they're talkin' about?" Mammon asked as he looked towards the kitchen.

"I'm sure that whatever it is, it's none of your business," Lucifer told him, trying to dissuade him from going to eavesdrop.

"... but, what if they're getting to know each other and fallin' in love?"

Lucifer sighed and shook his head. "They're probably just discussing what Hoshiko has gone through the past few days."

"Or they could be exchanging stories about you," Mammon suggested.

At that suggestion, even Lucifer felt the urge to go eavesdrop.

"Mammon, I will prove to you that their conversation is totally innocuous," Lucifer spoke as he walked toward the kitchen, his words pretense for what he actually wanted.

Mammon quickly followed him.

Then Barbatos walked out of the kitchen, blocking the brothers' sight.

"Hoshiko has requested privacy for the two of them while they talk."

"Ah, right. Of course," Lucifer replied. He was embarrassed from having been caught but was careful to not show it.

Barbatos gave him a knowing look anyways.

Lucifer sighed before going back to the living room to wait.

Mammon followed him.

Diavolo and Solomon had sat down to play a round of chess in the time the brothers were gone.

"... is this really the time to play chess?" Lucifer asked them.

"I do not want to discuss the matter of Hoshiko's abduction any further until I know you can focus on the conversation," Diavolo told him while keeping his eyes on the game.

Lucifer was a little offended at that. "I can focus on a conversation," he argued.

Diavolo looked at him knowingly. "My friend, let's just wait until Hoshiko is finished speaking with Michael."

Lucifer sighed and went and sat down.

Mammon sat down across from him and started playing a game on his phone.

Lucifer was not so easily distracted and actually had to really focus in order to keep himself from fidgeting.

It was obvious that Lucifer's thoughts had gotten the better of him when he started to bounce his leg.

Lucifer hadn't even noticed that he had started doing that until Mammon nudged Lucifer's bouncing foot with one of his own feet.

Lucifer immediately stilled his leg and looked at Mammon.

"Are ya okay?" Mammon asked, tone somewhere between teasing and worried.

Lucifer huffed and leaned back into the couch. "I'm fine."

"I think you're lyin' but okay."

Lucifer glared at Mammon.

For once, Mammon seemed unaffected by the eldest brother's icy stare.

Upon seeing that Mammon was unaffected, Lucifer looked away from Mammon, opting to stare into the fireplace instead.

"Ya know I was kiddin' earlier, right?" Mammon told Lucifer, trying to make him feel better.

Lucifer glanced at him. "Don't lie to me."

Mammon groaned. "Are we really gonna go in circles like this?"

"No," Lucifer decreed before looking back into the fireplace, attempting to end the conversation.

Mammon huffed. "This is why Hoshiko got upset with ya," he murmured before looking back at his phone.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer snapped his head back toward Mammon.

"Ya heard me." Mammon dropped his phone down on the couch. "Hoshiko just wants ya to be honest 'bout your feelings, and honestly, they're not the only one."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to Mammon. "You want to know how I feel?" Lucifer sneered, as though he were disgusted by the idea.

"Yes!" Mammon exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he did so.

"Fine, Mammon. I'll tell you how I feel. I feel like I nearly lost Hoshiko and just as soon as they're within my grasp again, I'm terrified that I could lose them again. I have no idea what Hoshiko is actually thinking, no idea what they're telling Michael. I have no idea what Michael could be saying to Hoshiko, perhaps convincing them to leave us? Or maybe, Hoshiko doesn't even need any convincing. Maybe they've already decided to leave..."

Mammon frowned. "Lucifer..."

Lucifer looked down at the ground. "Can you imagine? Being broken up with by a human? Especially me... all of us, really. We are seven of the most powerful demons in all the Devildom. We can do things for Hoshiko that no one else can, we bring them prestige that no one else can."

Mammon didn't really like where Lucifer's train of thought had gone, but he knew he was never going to get him to talk like this ever again and that he really needed to get it all out.

"That would be so embarrassing," Lucifer continued. He sighed. "... but worse than that, I don't know what I'll do without Hoshiko in our lives. They've done so much for us... Since they've come into our lives, I feel closer to all of you than I have in... centuries. I fear that if they left we'd all retreat away from each other again. I don't want that... I don't want Hoshiko to leave," Lucifer finally confessed.

Mammon bit his lip, unsure of how to comfort his prideful brother.

"I don't believe you have anything to worry about," Simeon spoke as he entered the living room, wearing a soft smile.

Lucifer and Mammon both looked at him.

"How much did you hear?" Lucifer asked him.

Simeon walked over and sat down next to Lucifer. "Just that you don't want Hoshiko to leave."

Lucifer nodded, accepting that answer graciously.

"So... did you just come from the kitchen?" Mammon asked Simeon.

Simeon looked to him. "Yes."

"So you heard what Hoshiko and Michael were talking about?"

"I was included in the conversation briefly," Simeon corrected him.

"So what did you talk about?"

"You'll know soon enough," Simeon told him with a sly smile.

Mammon groaned.

Simeon chuckled. "Like I said, you have nothing to worry about."

Mammon nodded but still pouted a little.

They sat together peacefully while Hoshiko and Michael were in the kitchen.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

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shinebrite97 · 3 years

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Part 3

Read Part 2 here

Her phone had seen no action since her message to Lucifer, and with no little check mark to indicate he’d seen it, she figured he was still up to his eyeballs in papers and backlogged work. Now her phone sat beside a fancy little appetizer plate along with too many forks and spoons, hidden behind a basket of steaming rolls between the two of them. A quick dinner at Ristorante 6?

Her mind was racing, taking in the sites of well-dressed demons giving her judgmental looks as Diavolo simply smiled and buttered a roll. “So,” She said. “It's been some time since we’ve spoken...hasn’t it?” She asked. “You’re absolutely right, Yuri,” He replied. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve spent time with you at all since you returned.” He glanced up, golden eyes boring into her from across the table as he busied himself unbuttoning the long sleeves of his uniform. “Tell me, how are you settling in as a returning student?” “I...it’s been…” She trailed off, wondering how to respond. “I’m enjoying myself.” When he didn’t say anything more, she shifted awkwardly in the chair. Its back was too high, the velvet cushion too firm, the space between her and the table suddenly felt very restricting. "Um…" Yuri bit her lip, considering all the things she could gush about. The food, the people, the things she was learning. "I don't know…" she replied. "I'm just...happier here." She turned her head, stifling some comment about Stockholm Syndrome, and looked back when Diavolo opened his mouth. He closed it again, and her eyes flitted down, seeing him grip a golden soup spoon. "Are you and Lucifer expecting another paper from me at the end of term?" Diavolo laughed. "No," he said. "No. I just wanted to know." "Okay," she replied. "But I know you didn't bring me to this beautiful restaurant to ask about my stay." "No, I suppose I didn't." His words ended in a trill, almost as if he was waiting for her to make the next move, but with a distinct lack of details as to why she was here, she bowed her head, letting the awkward silence fill in, hoping this chair would come to life and devour her. “I’m not really sure how much help I’ll be for anything, to be honest.” She said. “I’m flattered, but…” “Yuri, I need you to marry me.” Dead air. That's what came of her parted lips. She hadn't even closed her mouth when Diavolo processed his words. He shook his head, feeling a bright burn in his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "I could have said that better," he said. "Sir?* She asked. "I can explain," he said. "You are aware that I am the next in line for the throne, correct?" "Yes." "I have been raised for this position for thousands of years, and I've always done as instructed, learned all there is to learn, and the powers that be have decided that I'm ready." "That's amazing!" Yuri replied with a big grin. "Congratulations Lord Diavolo!" "Thank you," his smile took up the majority of his face, a bright beam that overtook the single candle at their table, and Yuri blushed. I'd give anything to see that smile… "However," he added. "There is one condition I seemed to have overlooked in all this, a requirement of ascension is to have a partner, one who can ensure the successful production of an heir." "That's...awfully practical." Yuri replied. "And you're asking me to...take that spot?" "I am," he murmured. "Now I'm not asking you out of convenience. I am asking because you have become a trusted friend, and because...well...you are the only woman who isn't afraid to be seen with me. The only person, aside from Lucifer and Barbatos, who will speak to me...who isn't afraid of me." "Dia…" she whispered. The turn of his lips at her response made the pit of her belly burn. It was something so guarded, an attempt at hubris that didn't quite reach his eyes. Eyes that glimmered with tears in the flickering light of their table's candle. She saw his knuckles clenched above the table, fingers wrapped around the soup spoon, and without thinking, she felt his warm skin under her hand. Smooth as marble, strong and still. He barely noticed at first, but once he did, he cleared his throat and averted his eyes, but very pointedly did not move his hand away. "Basically," he said. "I need your help with the ceremonial side for things. My coronation with take place during my wedding, and if you accept...it would also be your coronation...and wedding." "Coronation?" She asked. "Yes…" he said quietly. "Even at the lowest level of royalty, it would involve changing your title, you would become Lady Diavolo, and I would become King...you would take on the responsibility I currently possess, and...well, the rest of the logistics could be decided later." "I see…" "Now I will not force you to agree, I will not hold you against your will, I am simply asking you...because...well to be perfectly honesty with you, Yrui...there isn't another lady I would want to ask.' "Diavolo?" she asked. "Not to mention, Barbatos told me. I asked him to look into the futures, the realities where this takes place, and I either forfeit the crown, or I live in a loveless arrangement with some other demon nobility, or I ask you...and he swore we were happy." "Wow…" "Is this too much?" He asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…." "Here you are," a raspy voice broke off his apology as the horned waiter set down plates at the table for them. Carved Shadow Hog was the only food item on the plates that Yuri recognized having enjoyed it with the brothers before. However the cup holding an odd-looking relish had bits resembling pineapple. Diavolo smiled in thanks as he lifted his fork. "It looks delicious," Yuri said carefully. The waiter bowed his head before slithering away to the next table and Yuri picked up her fork, first going for the medley of steamed bitter vegetables. She learned early on not to judge meals by name or appearance, because the one she feared most, the Quetzalcoatl brains had ended up becoming a comfort food for her. She recognized the prickly cucumber and the odd little root vegetable, one that Asmo seemed to favor, always saying that it was good for reducing puffy skin under one's eyes. Diavolo paused his words long enough to take a bite of his shadow hog topped with the pineapple relish, though the second his mouth closed, he frowned, lips pursing and mouth scrunching as his eyes squinted into slits. He chewed hard, quickly swallowing and shuddering before taking a longer-than-necessary sip of red wine. "Is everything okay, sir?" She asked. He nodded, using the napkin to wipe his top lip. "There are...pickles...in the pineapple relish." He grumbled. She laughed. A loud sound that traveled through the dining room and left her quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment "Oh, I see…" she smirked, hiding a giggle behind her napkin as she dabbed at her lips. Fondly, she remembered their conversations, the first time Diavolo ever confessed his hatred for pickles, and the time Barbatos and Lucifer devised a plan to slowly incorporate them into his meals. He'd been weary of any food prepared by them for months following the incident. "You like pickles, don't you, Yuri?" He asked. "I do, in fact." She replied. He smiled politely, using just his thumb and index finger to hastily pick up the small glass bowl and placed it gingerly on her plate. "For you, my dear." he said softly. Yuri giggled, accepting it and placing it beside her own. After a quick sample of it with the tip of her fork, she beamed. "This is delicious!" She said. "Ah the perks of partnership…" Diavolo mused. "One to enjoy the foods you do not." "If I accept this deal," she said. "I know there is more than just a title and a dress. What are the things I will be learning?" "Good question! I'll admit even I hadn't thought that part all the way through yet," he blushed. "You would require at least a crash course of everything I learned growing up... considering I have six thousand years of knowledge...and you only have two months to learn everything…" "I'm sorry," she interrupted. "Two months?" He had the decency to look stricken as he took in her response. "Yes…" he said. "I know that is hardly any time, and I wished I had more time to offer you," His fingertips drummed against the surface of the table as he willed himself to he devoured into the chair behind him now. "I, myself, only found out about all of this today." "I see…" she replied. "Well, I think I have said everything I can on this topic, and I believe my last method of persuasion is simply begging on my knees, but I do hope you wouldn't have me do that here." Yuri blushed at the idea, waving away the mental image and nodded. "If I may...do I have time?" She asked. "At least tonight...just to think about it?" "It is only right to grant you that," he said. "Very well. Once we finish our meal I will walk you back to The House of Lamentation." "Thank you." She smiled.

Yuri was surprised at how nice it was to spend time with Diavolo alone. It was a thought that at one point intimidated her, but now more than ever she realized just how lonely the young demon prince was. Their dinner conversation often shifted quickly, and once she used her DDD to find a Devilgram post he told her about, she finally saw the list of comments under each post. Under one of Mammon and Leviathan, Diavolo had commented "That looks like fun!" Under one of Asmodeus with shopping bags. "How wonderful!" A post from Simeon where Luke seemed to be nudging Solomon out of the Purgatory Hall Kitchen. "Come have tea sometime!"

I'd like to join next time! Hope you enjoyed yourself! We should get together!

Listening to him animatedly discuss things regarding those around him, all as heresay, made her realize how little he was in on others' lives. He needed someone. A social buffer, the small cute thing that made him seem more approachable. He needed a friend who appreciated him as much as he appreciated other. He needed a partner. And he'd asked her to be just that. After dinner, and a bill he didn't even let her look at, he kept his word and walked with her right up to the gate, a quick goodbye and a quicker tight hug, and he watched as she walked up the steps and used her key to open the door. I'll do it.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! Diavolo #DiavoloXMC #Obey me!#fanfiction #Part 3

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sanstropfremir · 3 years

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Okay, time for my weekly rant so buckle up. The vocal stages were okay-I cant really remember them well because I watched them only once so take what I say with a grain of salt. Well I watched the Spark one once and I only got through half of the other one because I can’t stand ballads especially when there’s no interesting movement on stage to keep me engaged. Like it’s no fault of the members themselves or the song (I actually think their singing was incredibly beautiful and Eunkwang always sings like his wife just left him with the kids which is how you know he’s good) but I physically could not pay attention. That’s why I liked the spark stage a bit better-there was enough movement that I was able to focus on it. I really liked the use of the fire and the way they were walking in and out of the frame trading off parts so there weren’t too many awkward moments where the other members where on stage but not doing anything. The opening was gorgeous with each members being lit by the spotlight as they harmonize. So stagewise, I prefer Spark but vocally I think the other group was stronger. I love Spark and Taeyon is such an incredible vocalist (I mean the song is great because of her) so I don’t get why their delivery was, I don’t want to say weak, but subdued might be a better word. The only one that really stood out was Junhoe (but also that man couldn’t not stand out even if he tried, not with that incredibly rasp) and even he seemed to be holding himself back a bit. Though it was a bit slow it built up well to the two last choruses but still the first half could have been stronger. I know they were trying to draw it out to a strong pay off but I don’t really know if it was enough. And yes the suits were *chef’s kiss*. I think at this point in their career the FNC stylist has put SF9 in so many suits they’ve got it down to a science. Also I’m a sucker for those shirts with the triangle cut out and we got not one but two of them here.

Okay moving on, I’m not sure which group was next but I’ll talk about the Ikon stage. It seems like they finally realized that they’re on a performance based competition show so they decided to pull out the big guns. Love the little skit at the beginning (making sure people don’t forget that they’re YG), it was cute and refreshing. I really appreciated how they leaned into the campy acting in this stage (Stray kids did it too-just adding to the similarities between their stages). The song was meh but I also don’t really like BP especially not their recent stuff so it’s not a big deal. I would have preferred if they had gone with another song maybe Whistle or As If It’s Your Last or if they’d done a 2NE1 song like Chanwoo mentioned some point in the episode. I also think the stage would have been way smoother if they’d let Ikon and Lisa interact. Like if the boys appeared in her set after her section and then they all moved back to the first jungle set and then the whole thing turns gold and they did a dramatic outfit change (but with better jackets because theirs look like they came out of Party City). I also get what you mean about the dancers outfits not being that great. I actually really liked the outfits of Lisa’s dancers in isolation but they didn’t match with her or the set so they threw me off a bit. At least with the ikon members they were going for a modern look so the dancers outfits didn’t look that strange in comparison. Do you think it would have been better if they were white? How would you have improved then? The best way I can describe this performance was that it was a stage, stuff happened, I enjoyed myself but I don’t plan to revisit it anytime soon. Oh and we also have to give points for them cursing on national television not once but twice (at this point Jinwan deserves to say fuck).

Now to Stray Kids. So I feel like I need to preface this with the fact that I am actually a stray kids fan (I won’t call myself a stay because I don’t associate with the fandom) and though I’ve been really critical of them and their stages tend to be my least favorite I still have a soft spot for them (I got into this show because of them after all). I loved, loved, loved the intro with Felix (and yes his biggest flaw is that he’s Australian but I forgive him for it) and the way it immediately transitions into the chorus of DDD-the abrupt transition does fit really well with the Deadpool theme and I guess it is the closest they’re going to get to the feeling of yeeting themselves into traffic like in the movie. Interesting choice to start with the chorus. Now that I’m rewatching it I do really wish they stuck with the comic theme. I think that’s my gripe with SKZ-they have a lot of good ideas but they move on too quickly from them. Just pick a handful of things and sprinkle them throughout instead of cycling through them at breakneck speed. Like okay they’re doing Deadpool and he’s a comic character so keep the comic styling (it would have been a good thing to put in the projection behind Seungmin’s scene), maybe in the subway they could have had some fight choreo so the guns coming in at Lee Knows part aren’t out of nowhere (also someone please tell me they were trying to recreate the meme with the cat and the knives, please I need to know). I absolutely agree that them having a goal or an antagonist would have really helped the story along. I mean they literally have a spoken intro so why couldn’t Felix just tell us who they were fighting (and I’m pretty sure in the movie Wade tells us he’s trying to kill Francis in that scene sooo). As always they put more focus on the rappers (please can we get less Changbin and more Seungmin, Jeongin, or Lee Know or at least give Felix more parts). Seungmin was the real mvp of this stage and he had the best outfit (I think it qualifies for Hanya’s best gay little outfit list). Personally I with they hadn’t gone with Gods Menu again. I’ve been hoping that they would perform My Pace (and maybe remix it with their B-side TA off their Go Live album) because that would be such a fun stage. Again, I enjoyed myself but I won’t revisit it anytime soon. At this point the only groups I actually look forward to are BTOB and SF9 (they’re doing fucking Move and I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified-there’s a clip of Taeyang covering Move from a variety show or interview and I think he does it really well so I know at least one of them can pull it off). Again thanks for creating space where I can info dump and I hope I said something of interest to you!

i think you wrote more than me!! i love this, im gonna put my response under a cut im not being super obnoxious on the dash.

i get that the mayfly stage would be not as visually stimulating for people and usually i would count myself in with that crowd because i love a good spectacle but i think because i watched the spark stage first and my colour perception is sometimes weird so when there's a lot of movement with very little colour variation my tiny pea brain loses track of whats happening really quickly. especially with red. so it was kind of difficult for me to pay attention to the spark stage in the second half. also i absolutely HATE watching people flub on stage because it brings up such visceral secondhand feelings that i couldn't even watch the stage when i started the full episode today.

i love a good suit but you know what i would also love: sf9 in more costume variations. tbh im just getting nitpicky about it because im a costume designer down to the core and i got trained by a designer who specialized in doing avant garde costuming so i tend to skew more towards wild than reserved. it looks like the move stage wont be be suits so ill take it, but oh man to do i want to see some really crazy stuff. which i know they'll never do because idols have to be pretty at all times or the fans get mad but oh i want it so badly.

do you mean how i would improve ikon's backup dancers outfits or lisa's? here why dont i do both. for lisa's dancers i would have just done away with that harness shape all together, its almost exclusively a military style. the jackets by themselves would have been fine but really what they should have done was put them in something that matched the gold but contrasted enough to give them shape. by having at least her dancers in all black on a gold stage there was a lot of "haha look at me do a duck walk because lets throw in some voguing for spice." they could have gone with a mesh bodysuit idea similar to what she was wearing or even just different colour coats. as for ikon's backup dancers, firstly pants. not black. or even a longer skirt. genuinely a part of the reason why i dont watch girl group content is because i HATE the hem length of the shorts they make everyone wear. words cannot describe how much i hate that cut. kpop is so obsessed with showing off women's bodies and especially their legs but they do it in the LEAST flattering way possible because it "can't be too risqué," just shoot me now. i hate it. i hate it so fucking much. yea yea everybody was on cocaine in the 80s whatever but at least they were all wearing french cut bodysuits so their legs looked fantastic. stop interrupting the lines!! anyways. pants so the only section of skin showing is thigh to mid calf, especially because they weren't even doing any fun legwork! if they really wanted to keep the full sleeve bodysuits they shout have done them in a fabric with a texture or external embellishments, like a patent/vinyl or sequins/rhinestones. something to catch the stage lights so we can actually see the shape of the limb. but the easiest way to fix it is literally just cut the arms off the bodysuits. stages are lit to show off skin, sometimes the best way to have something be seen is just to have it bare.

i agreed skz cycles through ideas way too fast, they need to just pick a couple and stick them out through the stage instead of just adding more and more different ones throughout. also ok good someone else noticed that there is just...so much changbin. we don't need that much changbin. i know there's other boys in the group let them do something! also im pretty sure theyre not recreating the cat knife meme but actually the promo image from john wick chapter two, which i also could have sworn i saw a deadpool version of as an instagram ad back when movies were happening, but now that im looking for it it doesn't exist so i might be crazy.

im excited for the move stage but im also trepidatious because...its move. i have NO clue what the concept is from the previews so i just hope its weird enough to take it enough out of the taemin context for me to enjoy it.

#kingdom #youre very sweet im glad you like sending asks in!!#realistically im just trying to replace going out to the pub and talking about art with people #this is my virtual pub you are welcome to a have a pint at my table!!#theres some costume talk in this one for anyone who reads the tags first #as you can see do not get me started on the shorts issue because it is one of the few things that gets me irrationally angry #i can ignore it most of the time by willfully not thinking about it #kpop questions #text #kingdom asks

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Hey friend! This isn't part of any ask game but I was thinking about it so I'm asking anyways :D out of Bela and Farin whose solo music do you like better? And which is your favourite solo song of each?

Hi!!!

I like Farin’s solo stuff more, definitely. And I actually like FU stuff much more than even FURT, Am Ende der Sonne being my favorite solo album of his (and it’s also the go-to album for me whenever I feel angry). I am also extremely fond of Berliner Schule.

Fun fact: It took very long for Fasztination Weltraum to open for me, I really liked “Herz? Verloren!” and its B-sides so when I finally got the full album to my hands, it was a bit of a turn-off and I was almost disappointed with it. Had to listen to it so many times in order to warm up and I still think it’s probably the worst FU/FURT album so far. There’s some gems ("iDisco", for example) in there but everything else is so... basic? Like, they just don’t make me feel almost anything at all. Not positive nor negative. Just nothing. (And pretty much the same happened with Farin’s songs on HELL apart from maybe like 1-2 songs...)

From Bela’s solo stuff I own the 1st and 2nd albums on cd and they’re okay. I liked Code B more than Bingo as there’s lots of skipping to do (for me), too. I think when his third album (and also the rest) came out, I was in the middle of my “not on the mood for any new music” so I did not check out any bands or artists I like no matter how many new albums would have come out so I never did that with bela's albums either. I did watch some music videos but I just didn’t like them at all (and the album name, I think it’s “Bye”? It gave me again even more anxiety than what I had of my own that year.) because honestly, country music is just not my thing. There’s a few music styles I just absolutely cannot stand and they are: schlager, rap/hip hop and country. Even if I'm a horse groom myself, I still cannot stand country music! :DDD

And about his later solo projects I don’t even have a clue what are those or how many albums he has even done. I probably should give them a try one day but I still haven’t had the motivation nor mood for that. I’m sometimes really bad at doing this. I mean, I meant to check out King Køng for YEARS and I did that only this year. And talking of King Køng, that’s not really my cup of tea. There were some okay songs but I have to say that “No More” sounds much better when it’s in the middle of those die ärzte interviews, and it’s actually a very anticlimatic song when you hear it as a whole between all those other songs on the album. I guess I have to listen to these albums a couple of times more still, but let’s just say that I was listening to these while I was drawing and the 3rd album got eventually so boring for me that I had to quit listening to it before it even ended because I was getting way too restless and needed something faster to go with my drawing in order to keep myself focused and from becoming (mentally) hyperactive.

^Here's that part of my collection so far. (Btw I have never listened to FURT's Livealbum of Death despite owning it, idk why. I also don't have FURT's live dvd because I just would not be able to focus on that. I sometimes have trouble even focusing on dä live dvds and other concert videos but those I at least have watched all, and most of them at least once as a whole without skipping.)

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And then the other part of your question - my favorite song from both.

Pudelsong from FU!!!

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I also love songs like Dusche, or Karten. Both also have awesome lyrics (Farin's one of the rare people who writes lyrics even I can sometimes understand), I think Dusche was the first I saw with English translation and holy shit that is just genius and I still can't get over it :DDD I love surrealistic humour and stuff like that, idek how to call that really! But I like it. And Karten is quite relatable sometimes and the instrumental solo is just amazing. I also like the story in Die Leiche, I've just always been drawn to "creepy tragic stories that won't really explain themselves" like that, same with the song Schatten from Berliner Schule. It's just weird that I'm drawn to such lyrics/stories when I absolutely hate any kind of poetic "oh try and interpret me" lyrics because I don't want to fucking guess anything, I want to KNOW. But then I do love a good mystery if it has something to do with death or murder ::D

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And from Bela I think Wiehr Thind Ssuper is my favorite? At some point I used to think that Zappingsong was my fave but I just listened to it and not anymore? Anyway - that beeping in the beginning has also been somewhere else, maybe in a video game or so and it always makes me think of this song. From Code B my fave song is Schwarz/Weiss. I've no clue about the lyrics in any of his songs so we're going soundwise here now.

And then I have to mention Tag mit Schutzumschlag (thanks I can never write that name down without looking it up from somewhere first) because when I saw the video for the first time ever, the little Tim Burton fangirl in me got loose:

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Mainly because my FAVORITE SONG (or scene) from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie/soundtrack is the Mike Teavee song and one part of Bela's video is made to happen in the same room/scene :D They've also recreated some scenes and character designs so well from the Burton movie.

Lol my answer got a bit long again but did you really expect anything else from me? XD

#septicace #answered asks #farin urlaub #fu/furt #bela b

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thatoneitaliangirl · 4 years

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It’s a wallet. PERIOD.

Mammon x Reader

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of blood.

Just a little thing I thought up. Considering I do the same thing with my wallet-

I’m having major writers block when it comes to my Soul Mate series, but Beelzebub part 2 is almost done! So here’s a little something to hold you over. Hopefully. Enjoy, friends!

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"It's gotta be something important." Satan groans for the umpteenth time at Mammon's ridiculousness. Finally giving up on his book, he places it down in irritation and glares at his brother.

"It's her wallet, of course there's something important in there. It's called money; any idiot with at least one brain cell could figure that out." Mammon growls at his brother's comment.

"I'm not stupid! I know there's money in there! But she takes it with her everywhere she goes, even to the bathroom. And you can tell that puppy is filled to the brim!" Pinching in between his eyes, Satan sighs and stands up. Usually, the library is his sanctuary, but it would seem that it has become overrun with stupidity.

"Why don't you just ask her yourself? And please, stop bothering me. I'm usually above begging, but I'd prefer not to kill you."

With that, he walks out, leaving poor, confused Mammon behind.

The mystery of the jean wallet. That's what Mammon has decided to call his next mission. The object of question? _____'s wallet. About the size of a small clutch purse, the wallet has a leather strap, a front pocket, and a large zipper. _____ carries it with her everywhere, even at school, and even to the bathroom most of the time. It's so filled, she has a hard time closing it. And whenever Mammon has tried to sneak a peek inside, _____ turns away and zips it back up.

"Stop being nosy!" She tells him and puts her arm through the loop. At least, he thinks to himself, he knows what's in the front pocket. A container of gum, and she always shares. But what mysteries lie inside that brown zipper?

Tapping his sunglasses on the table, Mammon bites his lip. Sure, there's money in there. Mammon's seen her bust out her Devildom Express every once in a while to buy him something, but that tiny card is only a fraction of what's beyond the opening. Could there be riches of grand explorations in there? If so, why has she been holding out on him?

How could she hind such a thing from him?! He's got to find out! But, this requires a plan . . . A very sneaky plan. And we all know, Mammon is know for his stealth-

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"Alright, class, the bells about to ring, so just as a reminder, your Demonic Runes exam is on Wednesday, and your essay's on the Demonic Royalty are on Friday."

Mammon taps his foot impatiently, waiting for the bell to ring and _____ to come out of the classroom. He skipped class just to be here on time, and he definitely doesn't want Lucifer finding out . . . But this is a very important mission! It's worth a few bad grades.

"Mammon? How'd you get here so fast?" The demon jumps a bit, startled from his thoughts.

"Well, ya know, The Great Mammon decided to show up a little bit earlier- only because I felt generous enough to not make you wait so long . . . " He can't have her knowing his true intentions.

"Right. Well, The Great Mammon should know that I, a humble little human, am very grateful for his generosity." A blush spreads across Mammon's face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever . . . "

"So, got any plans for lunch?"

"Uh," Quick, think of something, oh powerful Mammon!

"Plans. Got big . . . Plans . . ." Oh, so smooth. Like butter! Or, like cottage cheese . . .

"Right. I don't normally see you until halfway through lunch, so do you want to go through the lunch line with me?" Yes! Step one of Mammon's Amazing Plan To Find Out What's In _____'s Wallet is complete.

"Yes! I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, human. I'll humble you with my presence or whatever."

Making their way through the lunch line is like literal torture. It's so slow! By the time his greatness normally gets to the cafeteria, most everyone has gotten their food already. Who knew it would be so agonizing. So caught up in his thoughts, Mammon almost forgot to start filling up his plate.

It's just, he can't help but anticipate the moment when they get to the end of the line, _____ opens her wallet, and he can finally see what's so important to her that she's gotta hold it hostage from her number one. They inch closer and closer to the lunch lady, and Mammon can feel in his bones the sheer excitement.

What if it's a present for him, and she's just been waiting until his birthday to give it to him? Or like a large stack of money that she's been saving to buy him something? Or a sack of coins she's been hiding until just the right moment to give it to him and profess her love? Not that he loves her or anything.

"Hi, _____! How's your day been so far?" The human exchange student smiles brightly at the older demon.

"Okay for the most part. Another day of learning, and another night of cramming. You?" The lunch lady groans as she types in _____'s total on her cash register.

"You wouldn't believe the type of demons that come through this line, darling." _____ laughs.

"You say that every day, Darleen." As much as Mammon loves to hear his human laugh, this conversation is lasting a lifetime. Get on with it!

"Okay _____, here's your receipt." Wait, what?

"Doesn't she have to pay?!" _____ shakes her head.

"You didn't know, Mammon? The exchange students are all on a free lunch plan."

"Part of Lord Diavolo's generosity and hospitality!" Lunch Lady Darleen says, ringing up Mammon's food.

"That'll be twenty Grimm."

WHAT.

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Okay, so plan A failed, but what kind of respectable Demon would he be if he didn't at least have a plan B? Which he does! And definitely didn't just come up with it last night.

"Good morning! Mammon, you're up early. Something wrong?"

"Nope! Just figured I'd wake up a bit earlier this morning and help you with breakfast duty. Ya know, since your weak and all, I thought you might get hurt or something, and what kind of demon would I be if I didn't help out my human?"

"Wow Mammon, that's very kind of you!" _____ beams up at him, completely oblivious to his true intentions.

"Well, since your helping, can you go and grab the carton of eggs from the pantry? I have trouble picking it up . . ." Feeding the House of Lamentation breakfast, lunch, and dinner is a task when Beelzebub is a diner at the table. Picking up the large carton of eggs, Mammon glares down at _____'s wrist.

Dangling there right in front of him like it's taunting him is her wallet in all its glory. It'd be too easy to just rip it off her arm and run, but he doesn't actually want her knowing he's taken it. A quick glance inside is all he needs. Just one peek-

"Mammon? This is early for you . . . Are you okay?" Satan asks, slipping into the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm fine! Just wanted to help out the human!" He says, a little irritated by his brother's presence. Satan knows of his curiosities. He could ruin his plan altogether.

"What are you doing here?" A light blush dusts under Satan's eyes and he coughs into his hand.

"Well, I sometimes come to the kitchen in the mornings to help _____ carry stuff," That's oddly nice of the Avatar of WRATH. Suspicious.

"But I can see that you've got it covered this morning."

"Hey, _____- Mammon? Wow, you're up early! You okay?" Levi asks, walking into the kitchen with his eyes glued to his DDD. Mammon puts down the carton of eggs in a huff.

"Why does there have to be something wrong with me to be up early?!"

"LOL, don't get all upset at me for your terrible sleeping habits!" Mammon glares at Leviathan.

"Oh yeah, and why are you up so early, huh?!" Levi scoffs.

"Bold of you to assume I actually slept last night." Satan rolls his eyes.

"The two of you are a distraction in the kitchen. You should just leave me and _____ to breakfast duty and get on with your lives." Satan says as if he's _____'s first man. Well, he's NOT.

"Hey, I was here first! Not to mention that I'm _____'s first always and that if she needs help, she should be asking me."

"Well, I'm the one who forced you and her into a pact in the first place, so I should have first dibs on _____!" Leviathan growls, finally putting down his DDD.

"Oh, please," The fourth brother crosses his arms and glares at his brothers.

"_____ is her own person. She doesn't belong to either of you."

"She doesn't belong to you, either!" Levi counters.

Having enough, _____ grabs an empty plastic cup and slams it on the counter creating a loud echo sound.

"Okay! Out of the kitchen, all of you!" But, plan B!

"But-!"

"No buts! Out!"

Dammit. Plan B- total fail . . .

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OKAY plan C it is then, not that he had wanted to stoop this low, but, the time has come.

"Please, please, PLEASE ASMO, I'm BEGGING you!"

"Well, I'm certainly not opposed to the site before me. But what makes you think I of all people would help you?" Mammon, on his hands and knees in front of his brother, sighs.

"I need to know. The curiosity is physically painful." Asmodeus hums in thought, tapping his chin with a well-manicured nail.

"Okay, I'll help you." Mammon's head snaps up towards his brother.

"You will?" A wicked smile spreads across the fifth's face, his eyes glowing a beautiful orange.

"Under one condition." Sweat begins to form on Mammon's face as he leans back on his knees.

"Condition?"

"You didn't think I'd just help you out for free, now, did you?"

"Kinda thought you'd want to help your loving, awesome, great big brother out." Asmo laughs heartily and wipes a tear from his eye.

"This day just keeps getting more and more amusing as it goes on." Growling, Mammon stands up.

"Look, whatever it is, I'll do it! Just, help me!" Asmodeus nods, shooing his brother away.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you."

"And the condition?"

"We'll go over the details later. After all, you'll do anything to get a peek into that wallet, right?" Asmo says, smiling at himself in the mirror of his vanity.

"Yeah . . . Just be sure to be there tomorrow!" The older brother huffs leaving in a hurry, closing his brother's door behind him.

Rubbing his face cream into his cheeks, Asmo rolls his eyes.

"Simp."

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The morning and afternoon have come and gone leaving poor Mammon in anticipation of the night's events. Opening up his DDD, Mammon shoots his brother a text confirming his position.

It's time.

Walking out of RAD and into the night, the glorious second born rubs his hands together. He's finally going to see what's in that wallet! And this time it'll definitely work! Spotting his brother and human on a bench just outside of RAD, Mammon hurries forward.

"Hey, Mammon! You ready?" _____ asks as Mammon approaches. Asmo uncrosses his legs and stands as she does, giving his brother a knowing look.

"Yes Mammon, are you ready?" He nods, throwing his arm around _____.

"Yup! I'm totally ready! So ready. More ready than either of you could ever know!"

"Yeah, well, we're just walking home Mammon. You seem a little on edge." Mammon scoffs.

"Me? The Great Mammon? On edge? I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Okay . . ." _____ raises an eyebrow at her companion but chooses to ignore him. After all, Mammon is a little weird around her sometimes.

"So," Asmo starts, getting the human's attention.

"Any cute boys you're interested in? Or girls? You know I don't judge, love." He winks at _____ and she just rolls her eyes.

"You know damn well who I've been pining after, Asmo. As if I'd change my mind just because he's an oblivious dumbass." Wait, _____ likes someone? Who?

Why hasn't she ever said anything to him? He's her first! He deserves to know! And what's worse is that she's been going to Asmodeus for advice on this guy? Why is this dude so important, huh?

"Who is it?" Mammon asks, tightening his grip on _____.

"Oh, just someone. No need to worry about it, Mammon." She doesn't want to tell him? Maybe he doesn't mean as much to her as he thought he did. Could that mean that whatever's in her wallet has nothing to do with him?

The trip home continued on as normal after a brief stop for road snacks. Mammon holds his hands nervously, knowing that the time is coming that he'll finally see what's in that wallet.

"Hey, _____, do you think my new bracelet goes with my eyes?" Asmodeus asks _____, holding his wrist up to his face. It's his cue to Mammon that their plan is being put into action.

"Really Asmo? You know your freaky eye charm thing doesn't work on me." Asmo fakes an offended gasp and puts his hand to his heart.

"As if I'd ever try, _____! Not unless you wanted me to, that is." He winks, pulling her close.

"But, what do you think? Does it match?" One arm wrapped around her waist holding her dominate arm to her side, he raises his hand up again, showing her his eyes and his new bracelet.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" _____ exclaims and touches the bracelet with her free hand. Asmo jumps in excitement, jostling her around just enough for Mammon to put his pickpocketing skill to work and slip the wallet off her wrist. Unfortunately for them, _____ is not stupid.

"Hey, I dropped my wallet." Realizing the weight is no longer on her wrist, she breaks free from Asmodeus's grasp and turns around. Mammon freezes, holding the wallet in his hand by that stupid leather strap.

"Oh, thank you for grabbing it for me, Mammon!" She reaches out to grab it, but Mammon pulls back.

"Mammon?" This is his chance to see what's inside. Sure, she sees him with it, but screw not getting caught! He's got the wallet in his hand right now. All he has to do is run. He may never get an opportunity like this ever again!

"You okay, Mammon?" Before she even knows what's going on, Mammon makes a break for it through the front gates of the house and front door, all while Asmo laughs hysterically behind him.

"Mammon! Get back here!" _____ yells, chasing after the demon as fast as she can, but Mammon is faster. He takes a left into a hallway as Beel exits his room, and shoves the bigger brother to the side and in _____'s way, slowing her down a bit. He then takes another turn into the Library and slams the door. That should give him a few moments.

"What the Hell?!" Satan yells, glaring at Mammon.

"I got it! I got her Wallet!" Glaring, Satan raises his voice again.

"That's what you came barreling into the Library for?! It's supposed to be quiet in here!" Hearing fast footsteps in the hall, Mammon ignores his brother and quickly opens the wallet. This is it! This is his moment of glory! He'll finally know what the Hell she has stuffed in here! What has been gnawing at his brain for the last few months, what has been completely taking up all of his thoughts! The moment is here, and it's-!

What.

Mammon frowns, taking the contents of the wallet out and spreading them onto the coffee table. Small cylindrical things wrapped in crinkly plastic, square things with adhesive strips? Chapstick? Is that a fucking dead flower? What the Hell is this?!

"You're an asshole, Mammon!" _____ rips her wallet from his hands and grabs all its contents from the table to put back neatly.

"What is all that?" _____ glares at him.

"Do you really want to know?" He nods enthusiastically.

"Yes! Please!" She rolls her eyes and puts a hand on her hip.

"Their fucking feminine products, Mammon! Pads, tampons!" Slowly but surely, Mammon's face begins to turn bright red, now officially knowing what her wallet held this whole time. What he's been so desperate to find out was just her . . . Feminine stuff?

"Oh . . ."

"Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself?" He shrugs, not quite knowing what to do.

"Well, if it was just feminine products, why did you feel the need to keep it so hidden from me? You never let that wallet out of your site!"

"Do I really need to say it? It's a wallet with money in it! And, no offense Mammon, but you have a habit of taking wallets. I couldn't afford you to take it when I needed it the most. It was never about money, I just didn't want to be left with a full tampon and no replacement." Somehow, his face gets even redder. Satan claps his hands slowly, alerting them that he is in fact still there.

"Wow, all this time you've been so worked up about what was in that wallet, and now you're practically speechless. What, wasn't what you were expecting?" Mammon scrunches his nose and furrows his brows.

"Shut up, Satan! Nobody asked you!" The clapping stops, and everyone freezes.

"What . . . ?" The air goes cold in the room as Satan stands from his chair, an angry purple aura surrounding him. Mammon bolts out of the room as Satan goes full demon and chases him out.

"I never expected to get this much entertainment from this little adventure!" Asmodeus laughs, standing next to the human girl.

"Yeah, well, at least you had fun! I had to stand here and explain to Mammon what my tampon was!" This makes Asmo laugh more, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Stop! I don't think I can laugh much more!" _____ rolls her eyes, picking up the rest of her stuff and shoving it into her wallet.

"By the way, _____, what's with the flower?" She blushes, carefully putting it back in its special spot.

"Oh, um, it's from the bouquet of tiger lilies Mammon gave me on my birthday . . . " Smirking, Asmodeus wraps his arms around his dear friend.

"He'll notice one day, dear."

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About a week later-

"Mammon, do you have a sec- what are you doing?" Mammon blushes, covering up his chest in embarrassment.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Asmodeus laughs as he buttons the last hook on the bright gold bra wrapped around Mammon's torso.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's exactly what it looks like."

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weishenkun · 3 years

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Ppl were saying fendi only invited ten and they stuck lc there but what about yy? Iirc he was there too so they put him there on purpose as well or they won’t mention him because he’s not the one in trouble here? I’m not trying to give an attitude but if it sounds of it I’m really sorry. Idk there’s so much back and forth and ngl to that hardcore cbar fan and revealing all that info, if you saying he was such an a-hole throughout his entire career you didn’t bother leaving his fandom earlier and saying nothing? Idk that really irks me that this only came out because of what has been happening. Idk if you agree with me but I want to rant and I have so much to rant about but idk who to turn. Everything is being picked about from the littlest thing he has done or said and ppl are saying those interviews the 3 groups he in esp wayv ones have done were they praise him all must be fake. We don’t know his side of the story and in honest truth we will never know because how these things are handled through the west and Asian entertainment is so different. But I have I guess I have some reservations about what one of the victims said because of apparently who she is and it has made me think about some things. I still believe he was wrong for some of the things he has done because he needs to understand cheating and manipulation isn’t good. Idk idk idk my heart is heavy and people using this as a lololol ahahah moment to his fan community hurts too like going on and on how all along he was a douche and they always knew and we didn’t. And honestly I feel like there has been so much bandwagon hopping on the hate train because before this most ppl apart from the wayv fandom didn’t give a two cent shit about wayv. They never cared when sm mistreated them or that they got scrapings and were not treated like how 127 or dream were treated. But suddenly everyone who has never cared is up and arms about him in the group because when wayv is going to do their next projects I want to see if all these ppl are going to be cheering them on as loud about you cheering on about what’s going on currently. like I can guarantee you won’t watch an interview or stream their music. And there has been this post going around about what was revealed yesterday and it was about that cat and someone said to the girl well he didn’t give you the cat cause you ain’t his fav and she’s like go ask him on bubble cause that wasn’t what he told me yesterday and idk what it even means because everyone is jumping on it and going lololol he’s still in contact after the apology. Idk she had said it sarcastically and Idk if she’s being truthful or not but everyone is adamant he is still doing all this regardless. And honestly IF he did do that and you let him contact you like that i feel like it’s on her esp since everything has been going on for days. He was dumb for all of this and rn his entire career isn’t surviving so I can’t even tell if she is serious or not and given how this is going on I can’t imagine his devices not being taken away from him cause that’s dumb or someone watching him like a fucking hawk cause I would. Cause on top of everything ppl are saying he mistreats the animals/pets and it’s like wtf is going on?! Oh And with the surfing coach confirming they didn’t flirt but were just friendly, you could have said something earlier but did nothing for hours until you were asked directly because everyone was saying she’s number 5 but apparently in reality she wasn’t but you let it go on. Everything is plaguing me rn and I have so much more to talk about but I’m just so frustrated.

okay this is a long ask so let me just go through each point

1. i saw the fendi story and yeah, yangyang was there too but people are more 'forgiving' towards him cause hes not badmouthing other members like allegedly lucas is. also, labelv was basically trying to get more members into the thing than the organizer originally wanted to, so yangyang, since hes less popular, is pretty logical but lucas? really? he had his own shit almost always so what was the point

2. about that hardcore cbar fan, true, they did only come out with the rant after the stories came out but like they said - they were a hardcore fan. probably theres some money involved or even it was just ignoring stuff cause youre a fan. we did know about most of the things they mentioned, it was just over a long period of time so there were big gaps between each of the incidents and people forgot? idk

3. i agree, there's been a lot of analysis of every little thing he did, but like i said earlier - it was happening over a long period of time and people were blaming it on idk, the culture or the lack of knowledge of some language. now, when theres a chance it could be something more, because of the alleged badmouthing, people will bring that stuff up 🤷‍♀️

4. he had a chance to say something in the apology letter. he said literally nothing instead :D

5. there has been a lot of bandwagon hopping on the hate but theres also been a lot of just straight up ignoring everything. i saw a fan acc on twitter share a list of translators so the fans could block those, cause they've been spreading false news 🤡 like, he was trending for days so people will get interested in whats going on and they will have opinions, thats how world works. and yeah no one will give a single fuck about future wayv project for example but i just hope it will be because they wont care and not because there wont be any future wayv projects :DDDD cause wayv was never big lol, lets be realistic, and this scandal isnt helping them at all and also the fact its happening right when there's that social media/fans campaign going on, i think its even worse :D

6. the bubble thing... labelv isnt the brightest so idk if its that unrealistic. and i think theres the other girl who also said he was calling them non stop when they released their story so idk idk lol

7. wheres the cat :/ we all saw the pic of him getting it, i think i reblogged it with something like 'omg omg ot11 soon' lmao and we havent seen it ever since. it is weird, just like in general. i want to know wheres the cat

8. the coach 🤡🤡🤡 idk idk her story was weird but i think it made another person release their story so thanks i guess :DDD even if he didnt flirt with her, wow, omg, hes so brave for this, wow, bare minimum :)

okay i think i went through everything, thanks for letting me write a whole essay back to you, i will call it an english practice in my brain 😍

#ask #i had to copy this ask to notepad and make parts from it to answer it lmao #thank god i love writing my hot opinions here #not beta'd

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evelinamox · 4 years

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Legally The Worst (Mammon x F!MC)

TW: drugs, also NSFW for sex, and suggestive reasons.

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“Oi Mammon! Why'd you come to class if all you're gonna do is text?" MC whispered to the white haired demon to her left.

Satan rolled his eyes. "He's only here to be near you, but judging by the look on his face, he's about to do something moronic for money."

MC turned her attention to the demon to her right, "What do you mean?"

Mammon jumped back into the conversation before Satan could answer. "I just got a job, pays well too!"

Satan scoffed at his brother. "Just proved my point. Dare I ask what foolishness you're doing this time?"

Before either MC or Satan could look at his DDD, Mammon quickly tucked it away to hide the information. "S'not much. Just gotta deliver some packages and get paid under the table right there." He flashed a cocky smirk with a fang bare, causing MCs heart to race.

Satan on the other hand shook his head in disappointment at his older brother. "Sounds like you're delivering drugs." He quipped.

"So what? Ya ain't gonna tell Lucifer on me are ya?"

Before Satan could answer, MC whom was intrigued by the idea spoke up. "I won't... if you let me come with!" She gave him a devious smile that would've even put some demons to shame.

Mammon's defensiveness was replaced by amusement. "Why should The Great Mammon let a smarty pants like you come with? This isn't something for goody-two-shoes like you doll face."

His words though a warning felt more like a challenge as they fell upon MCs ears. "Get rich schemes require brains, which you're going to need." She snapped back.

Listening the whole time, Satan laughed at her witty answer. "She's got a point. You're lacking the brains that she has."

"So it's settled!" She clapped her hands together getting excited. "I'll drive, you talk!"

"Woah, woah, woah! I never agreed to this!" He began to panic, he hated the idea of both her coming with and anyone other than him driving his car.

"Hmph," she had to suppress a smile while planning to call his bluff. Reaching for her DDD she began scrolling through until it reached Lucifers name. "I guess I'll just call Lucifer then." Her thumb hovered over his name.

Mammon quickly snatched her DDD away. "Okay I'm sorry! You're in but don't expect a cut of the profit!" He then looked to Satan , obviously enjoying their conversation. "And you don't tell Lucifer either!"

"Don't worry about me telling, I want to see how this plays out." A smug grin on his face as he turned his attention back to a book.

“Don't worry about paying me. I'm in this for the fun."

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MC stood outside the house leaning against the car Mammon decided to use for their "adventure". She had a black leather skirt, midriff shirt, and knee high boots on. Everything about her screamed sexy but edgy.

Mammon couldn’t wrap his mind around her daring choice of clothing he’d never seen her in before. Just as his mind and eyes began wondering, he noticed a devious grin appear. "I see you like the get-up Mr. Elevator Eyes." She teased.

"Sh-shut up! Like a human would get such attention from The Great Mammon!" He quickly looked away, trying to seem uninterested. "Let's get going! I'll tell you where to go!"

MC agreed and quickly sat in the car, adjusting the seat. They wasted no time leaving, and though he was originally terrified of the idea someone else driving MCs smooth handling calmed him.

"How come ya chose clothes like that? The guys we're dealing with would eat ya alive if they saw you." He didn't want his concern to show but at the same time MC had to have known dressing in such a way around shady demons could make things harder on him.

MC shrugged while stopping at a red light. "Well, this is the outfit I would usually wear when I did street racing in High-School. Fits different now, being in college."

Mammon looked her up and down again, he could see the shirt hugged her breast tightly, and the skirt showed the outline of her hips well. It was a nice sight he was enjoying perhaps a little too much.

"Ya mind staying in the car when we get to the place?" He didn’t want to admit he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this.

"Have you ever known me to listen?" She laughed while pulling up to the warehouse.

"I'm being serious," he growled, terrible thoughts of what the guys they were meeting with would say or do to her playing in his mind. He couldn't deny he wanted to taste, touch, feel, even fuck her too, but at least he knew how to restrain himself. "These guys are dangerous. We get there, you stay out of it."

MC never heard him be so serious before. Understanding what he was getting at, she silently nodded and put the car in park.

Mammon took a package from out the trunk then stood in front of the car, pulling out his DDD to call the person he is supposed to meet.

A shady looking demon soon walked out and nodded to the white haired demon.

“Mammon my man! I thought it was a joke when you agreed to do this.”

“Like The Great Mammon would really stop! Just had to take a break after last time landed me in some deep shit.” He shifted the box to one hand while holding out the other one waiting for the cash.

The demon smirked then looked over at MC sitting in the driver seat. “Cute girl you got there. Didn’t think I’d see you bring a lady of the night with.” He chuckled while Mammon tensed up. He thought they were far enough from the car so she wouldn’t be noticed.

“It ain’t like that.” He grumbled, trying to keep composure.

“That so? Well how much you think she costs then? Have some white horse with her name on it if she’s down to party.” He asked while winking at MC, flashing a devious smile.

“I said, she ain’t like that! Now where’s the cash?” Mammon let out a growl while balling his hand in a fist.

“Mammon getting upset?” The shady demon taunted, a poor idea really. “When I’m done with your little human toy you can have her back. We’re bro’s right? Sharing is-“ the demons words were cut short by a well placed fist to the jaw. The demon hit the ground with a loud thud.

Quickly Mammon grabbed the demons wallet then jumped into the passenger seat. “Gun it!” He yelled to MC.

On his command MC quickly threw the car in reverse to turn around before going into drive and making dust behind them. Mammon kept glancing back through the mirror and saw a few more demons coming out to the aid of the demon he just clocked.

“What the hell was that about?” MC yelled, dodging traffic, trying to evade the goons chasing them.

“Guy just pissed me off!” Mammon defended before grabbing hold of a handle, trying to not show how terrified he was feeling her swerve through traffic.

“Well now they’re pissing me off!” MC snapped, speeding past a bus. The sound of a train whistle in the distance catching her attention.

Remembering where the train tracks she crossed were, she headed for them, a plan in mind.

In the distance the train could be seen coming. “Close your eyes!” MC yelled while pressing the gas pedal all the way down.

“The hell ya doing?!” Mammon shouted, his heart in his ears as he saw the train quickly approaching his side of the car. They both screamed as they crossed the tracks, the train barely missing them.

“Haha! Yes!” MC cried out, easing on the gas but still driving towards a tree covered trail. The adrenaline running through her she felt she could run a marathon, but knew just because a train was between them and the goons didn’t mean they were free just yet.

Mammon had his hands over his head, hyperventilating. “Holy shit.”

“Mammon we made it!” She celebrated.

“Holy shit.”

MC soon pulled off the side of the trail, concerned he was in shock. “Can you say something else?”

“No.” He sarcastically answered as he took his hands of his head before looking at her. “You’re fucking crazy, ya know that?” Despite his harsh words they had a lighter than expected tone to them, even sounded a bit exhilarated.

“You love me for it.” She teased as she watched him step out of the car. She expected him to get out and try and shake off the feeling of almost being killed, but instead she saw him circle around on the car.

Curious what he was doing she stepped out, then noticed he was inspecting making sure she didn’t hit anything while they were getting away.

“Aw you don’t trust my driving?” MC pouted and crossed her arms.

Once done freaking out, Mammon looked to her with hunger in his eyes. Instead of saying anything he cupped her face between his hands and placed a deep kiss on her lips.

MC smiled against his lips before reciprocating the gesture, pulling herself closer to him.

He took hold of her body and lifted her to sit on the front of the car, where she wrapped her arms around him. His tongue hungrily shoved its way past her lips, colliding against her tongue.

As they heavily made out she pulled him towards her as she leaned back. Before either of them knew it she was laying down on the car with him leaning over her.

A hand of his lost in her hair while another slid its way under her bra, teasing a nipple between two fingers. MC grinding her hips against his groin, she could feel his hard on being restrained by his pants.

He let out a groan before playfully biting her lip a bit too hard. Though a fang drew blood, MC moaned with from the feeling.

With a quick motion he flipped her over onto her abdomen, her feet now touching the ground as she was bent over before him.

A hand of his trailed up her skirt to cup her ass cheek while his other hand was unbuttoning his pants.

MC hearing the sound of his zipper made her even more excited. She was hoping maybe he’d make a move but only in her wildest dreams did she expect to be this victorious.

His hand under her skirt hooked a finger under her laced panties, pulling them aside. A finger then two teased her slit, causing her to whimper. “Stop teasing me.” She whined while trying to position her core closer to him.

As though to oblige he brought the tip of his cock against her slit, sliding up and down against before slowly pushing in.

MC let out a gasp feeling his shaft fill her, he was bigger than any human males she’s experienced.

As though thinking the same, Mammon let out a groan before saying “you’re tight.”

He began thrusting at a fast but steady pace, leaning forward to seductively bite and nibble at her shoulder.

MC couldn’t hold in her moans feeling him roughly sliding in her. It seemed her moans encouraged him though as one of his arms wrapped under her, holding her back against his chest. The change in angle was causing him to press and push his head against her sweet spot.

Rapidly approaching a orgasm her moans grew higher pitched and louder before she forced out “Mammon I’m about to-“

“I know.” He growled before nibbling her neck just below her ear, sucking the untouched skin.

As ecstasy filled her body and her back arched away from him, she didn’t notice he was climaxing too.

“Fuck, MC.” He moaned out as he thrusted a few last times before pulling out.

After straightening out her clothes, MC beamed up at him as he tucked his tired member away. “We should do that again some time!”

Mammon though very glad they were lost in the adrenaline, now coming back down he was filled with more thoughts than usual, like if that really just happened, or what are they now?

He just gawped at her for a moment before finally saying “Yeah, ya weren’t that bad... for a human.”

#obey me #obeyme!#om!#obey me mc #forgive me diavolo for this is smut #mammoneyyy #mammon avatar of greed #the great mammon #mammon #obey me mammon #smutty druggy #id let him bend me over too #back on my bs #trish writing shit again

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Strings

Usako could see them for as long as she remembered. Much like thin spider webs who you could only see glistening in the sun, they were invisible most of the time, but if she focused real hard, she could see them, gently tied around one’s pinky finger.

Bringing it up when she was little would amuse people but as she grew older the reactions became harsher. Some people would laugh at her. Others called her a nutjob. Her father would hiss at her to stop with her childish nonsense and act like an adult. So she stopped bringing it up, even though she could still see them. Now she just observed and stayed quiet. Little children didn’t always have one. But she saw how the baby next door had none one day and then a string appeared on the next. Some old people had theirs appear tattered at the end. The strings’ function was foreign to her until one day she read a novel in which soulmates were connected by “the red string of fate”. It felt like a veil being lifted. She still didn’t know why she had the ability to see them, but at least she knew something more about it now. She knew their purpose and she knew their name.

“Soulmates” The word rolled off her lips and something stung her heart when she remembered her father’s string blackened and torn. Her mother passed away shortly after her birth. What about her stepmom? Her string was fine... Where was it going to? Is this why she was always so sad? Her soulmate was somewhere out there and she was stuck in an unhappy relationship with a bitter father and his two children from his first marriage. Usako’s heart stung. She felt like running to her step-mother, to shake her by the shoulders and scream for her to leave this grumpy bastard. To go looking for her soulmate. But she knew better than to speak of soulmates and red strings.

Time passed and she had found out more things about the strings. They couldn’t be cut by force. Tattered strings meant natural passing and black ended ones - untimely death. Most importantly, while she couldn’t see who the strings were connecting on both ends, when in close proximity they would react to one another. The string acted more like a rubber band and less like a string. She found that out when she went to a little noodle shop after school and saw the shop owner and his wife interact. When he brushed her silver hair back, her string would go up as if following his hand’s movement. When their grandchildren ran through the shop’s door, the string on the owner’s hand would dart in the same direction as his wife’s wide-open arms. Usako felt something warm in her gut and it wasn’t the noodles. The more she learned about her strange ability tho, the more her unease grew. Because while she could see strings everywhere around her, she didn’t have one herself. Every day she would check, but it was never there. “Maybe mine is extra difficult to see” - she thought at first, but as days went by, the more her unease grew. Was she born without one? Maybe she didn’t have a soulmate. What stung more? The thought that there wasn’t somebody out there meant for her or that nobody out there would dream of meeting her one day. Because everybody wanted to find their soulmate, right? It would be a lie if she said she didn’t care. Should she stay alone for the rest of her life then? She hated the idea of being like her father and taking somebody’s soulmate away, tho from her observations it wasn’t uncommon to see people who were married for decades, yet their strings remained still. Like calm water. Nothing to excite them, to “bring life” to the stillness.

Usako dragged her feet towards the dining room, still very much asleep. The room was filled with chatter, demons and humans piled around the table in an animated conversation. “Oh! Usako, good morning! Did you sleep well?” Beelzebub’s warm smile always felt like an energy boost, especially in the morning. She gave him a sheepish wave as she greeted back. She considered sitting next to him but on his left side her friend Sen had already taken a seat and on his right - his twin brother Belphie who was dozing off as he was trying to eat his breakfast. Usako sighed before looking for someplace else to sit. ”You look terrible, darling. Did you forget to hydrate properly again?” - Asmodeus chimed as she sat down next to him and she playfully nudged him in the ribs. “I’m just not a morning person, stop teasing!” - she replied.

It has been months since she became a part of an exchange program between angels, demons and humans. It still felt very much unreal to her. To think she’d find a place where she didn’t feel like the odd one out. She felt happy. She found friends. She fell in love... albeit it being a very one-sided one.

The girl sighed, deep in thought, as she stirred her scrambled cockatrice eggs around. This was stupid. She had already given up on the idea of ever pursuing love, refusing to be the reason for somebody else’s misery. So why was her heart so restless every time she saw the ginger-haired demon? “Just shove these feelings in the back of your heart like always and you’ll get over it as time passes” - a little voice rang in her head and she sighed again, throwing a glance in Beel’s direction. He was chatting with Sen and both of them looked quite engulfed in their conversation. Usako wasn’t stupid, she had noticed how both of them were like magnets around eachother, although Sen was usually kind of shy and strayed away from Beel’s attention. To see her sitting next to him this morning was unusual for her. It felt like a knot had formed in Usako’s chest and she sunk into her chair, sulking. Her eyes shifted from Beel to the table to Belphegor who was resting on the table and was staring right at her. She almost jumped in her seat. How long has he been looking at her? Did he notice the way she was gazing at his brother? Blood rushed to her cheeks as she quickly averted her attention back to her plate. She peeked at back to Belphie, but he was now just staring at something on his DDD, lazily rearranging the food in his plate with his other hand. Usako calmed down and return to eating her breakfast.

Everyone was pretty much done eating when Mammon rushed in with a football in his hand. “Oi! Ya ready for your big game, champ?” - he yelled at Beel as he was readying himself to throw the ball. Lucifer yanked him by the collar just as he sent the ball flying, changing its trajectory and directing it straight at Sen who was standing up from her seat, collecting plates from the table. She saw the ball that was headed at her and tried to hide her face with one hand before Beelzebub stretched his hand and grabbed the ball right before it made contact with the black-haired girl. “Mammon, what have we talked about throwing things around the house?!” - Lucifer growled before dragging his younger brother out the door. “Tsk tsk tsk... What an idiot!” - Asmodeus shook his head. “Are you okay?” - Beel studied Sen’s face, his own pale with worry. “I’m fine, thanks to you!” - Sen smiled sweetly in reply. In her seat Usako looked like struck by lightning. She saw it! She definitely saw it! Their hands, the strings pulling. Reacting. They were so close that it was unmistakable.

She stood up from her seat and ran to the two, grabbing their hands and pulling them close then apart again. There was no mistake about it. She felt her heart flutter like a restless bird in a cage. “Is everything alright?” - Sen asked, slightly startled by the sudden appearance of her friend and her strange behavior. Usako jumped like a hare, realizing how weird she was being. “Ah! I just got really scared and wanted to check... if you were okay” - she said, before excusing herself and leaving the room.

To pursue somebody who had a soulmate was a thing she’d never do. But she never made a promise that she wouldn’t meddle in their affairs. Determination burned in her as she strolled into the common room where she found Belphegor lazying around, half-asleep. “I need to ask you a favor!” - she leaned on the back of the couch, hovering over him. “Pass” - he muttered, not even giving her so much as a glance. “Please. It’s about Beel!” - she rested on her hands. A few seconds of silence and he turned around to face her, lazily opening one eye. He slowly rose to sit on the couch and she climbed over it to fall down in the space next to the sleepy demon. She fidgeted, trying to gather her courage to speak up. She was already feeling her cheeks reddening again. “...Well?” How did he manage to sound both agitated and bored at the same time?? “R-right. ...Help me hook up Sen and Beel!” Usako bit the nail on her thumb as she watched his reaction. “Hook them up? Really?” - he hummed, pulling his pillow closer. “You sound surprised.” “I am” - Belphie yawned. “I guess I expected you would ask for something else” - he added. “Is this how you see me?” - she frowned. Sure, the two of them barely interacted, but man! This kinda stung. “I’m just saying you could ask me to help you get together with him inst-” “Don’t wanna!” “Hm?” “I. Do. Not. Want. To!” - she accented each word, staring off into the distance, before mumbling something about soulmates.

Apparently she forgot demons are better at everything, including hearing, because Belphegor chuckled at her statement. “They’re soulmates? How would you know that?” Usako let out a squeaking noise, much like a mouse. There we go. She’ll be made fun of again. “It’s just a feeling!” - she tried to cover up with a lie but the demon’s face became serious the instant she said that. “You’re lying” - he said matter-of-factly which sent her off freaking out again before she slumped on the couch. “Look, even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me” - she sounded defeated. “Try me.” “You’ll laugh at me.” “Promise I won’t” - he sighed. How annoying. This girl was stranger than he had thought.

“I can see special red strings.” “Strings” - he repeated after her. “They connect soulmates.” “Soulmates” - Belphegor nodded and Usako rolled her eyes. “Everyone I know has one” - she continued - “I’m the one exception I know of.” “Why do you not have one?” - his eyes bore into her and she fell silent. It was a simple question and she felt no malice in it, but how was she supposed to reply when she didn’t know herself. “Do I have one?” - he asked, changing the subject. “Yes, it’s right here!” - she raised his hand and held it close to his face, leaning in. “When two soulmates are close to each other, the strings react” - she said, bringing her own stringless hand up. “For example, if I had a string myself and we were connected, if I pulled from this close...” “Pulled?” - he questioned. “Like this!” - she closed her hand in a fist and quickly moved it to the left. And his string followed.

#and i oop #end me

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