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How they are Handling your Disappearance.
Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!
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Part 2 : Side Characters
Part 3: MC Returns
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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?
💙Lucifer💙
He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.
He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.
Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.
But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor.
He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.
Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them.
He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study.
If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now.
He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance.
The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off.
“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.
Solomon promised he’d bring you back.
He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound.
💛Mammon💛
The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid.
Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room.
He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling.
He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.
It’s faint, but he takes what he can get
His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.
He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.
When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach.
The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed.
Each time they come back with nothing.
Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure.
But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now.
When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer.
He looks terrible.
But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too.
He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them.
Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care.
He needs you.
MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.
I miss you.
I hope you’re thinking of me, too.
🧡Leviathan🧡
Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you.
But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!
Is this some cruel joke?!
It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?
Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself.
He cries. Alot.
To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.
He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you.
But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.
He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.
But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks.
I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!
Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.
He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.
He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom.
His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use.
He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.
💚Satan💚
Satan’s temper tantrums are back.
He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….
Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up.
Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.
He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.
Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.
Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.
Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?
He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.
He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance
Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you.
But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there.
Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.
When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters.
Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though.
Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you.
But it’s no use.
When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room.
His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest.
Please come home, MC. I need you.
💖Asmodeus💖
Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself.
Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.
He feels empty.
The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best.
But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad.
His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time.
Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears.
He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this.
He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands.
Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum.
The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.
But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you.
When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.
But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.
He’ll never take it for granted again.
MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…
❤️Beelzebub❤️
Beel is quiet.
He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.
His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough.
He needs to know where you’ve gone.
He needs to save you.
Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all.
His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.
The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went.
Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers.
He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact.
Beel has always been protective of them, after all.
He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it.
Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.
He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified.
Please, don’t take anyone else away from me.
I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…
💜Belphegor💜
Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways.
He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel.
He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit.
But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door.
He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself.
Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…
When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.
He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how.
He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though.
That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone.
He felt it break the day you disappeared.
But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be.
He can’t explain why.
Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night.
They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around.
I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.
He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them.
You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece.
#hope you guys like it!#i just randomly got this idea and needed to write it down#i love NB angst#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me brothers#obey me mc#cass writes#my writing
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Mammon’s first kiss
The first time MC kisses Mammon in the original timeline, he chases after them and demands more. He lets his greed take over. But the first time they try to kiss him in Nightbringer, he pulls back. It’s not like he doesn’t want to kiss them! He does, case in point, his intimacy level goes up. It’s just…that you can’t go stealing his first kiss just like that.
The Mammon we meet at the beginning of the exchange program loves to party; he has been around and he has experience. He can get adorably shy, sure, but when it’s just him and MC all alone, all farse and pretence come crashing down and his confidence and charm shine through. But by the time MC magically pops up in the would-be-council-room for a second time, Mammon has only been in the Devildom for a year. A year that he spent trapped in the Demon King’s Castle. A year he spent being shunned by the pure blooded demons who saw him as nothing more than a lowly traitor of an angel. It’s not like he had much of a chance to date during that time. Not to mention that angels are meant to love humans, but not like that. So, it’s not like he got any experience during his time as an angel either, especially because he would have been taught it was a sin.
Thus, when innocent, unexperienced Mammon finally gets a taste of freedom only to have this “demon” be so forward with him, he short-circuits a little. It doesn’t help that this is the same person that, unbeknownst to him, he is fated to love.
A love that transcends space and time. A love that starts off as a little flame, only to turn into a raging inferno in his chest every time he meets them. Whether they are an angel, a human or a demon…they will be loved. Mammon loves their very essence, one that has etched itself so deeply into his psyche that he cannot help but feel this warm sense of familiarity every time he meets this mysterious stranger. He doesn't love them yet, not by the time they try to kiss him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't feel a spark of...something!
MC is Mammon’s soulmate, which is why he takes so much pride in being their first. But now it’s their turn to be his first! And Mammon can’t help feeling bashful, elated, and likely even a little terrified. He has fallen in love with their every iteration, but they have also fallen in love with his every facet. They love him in a way that leaves him vulnerable, all of his insecurities exposed, and that's horrifying. But it's also so much better than Goldie and all the Grimm in the world. So Mammon pulls back once, but he will not do it again. He cannot do it again, because he is oh so entangled in this all consuming love.
They are soulmates, your honor.
#I simp for one (1) man#it's Mammon if that wasn't clear enough#I'm actually really happy with NB so far#the writing isn't stellar but it's on par with S1#there isn't excessive angst but imo that would be wayy to ooc#so it's that's great in my book#mammon#mammon obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me nightbringer spoilers#oh I also love how deranged MC is#they are kissing a demon that has known them for all of 5 seconds#immediately after kicking his door down#I aspire to reach that level of unhinged
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You, and you alone can break my fall...
#obey me solomon#obey me nb solomon#messy watercolor angst#my sketch#it's been an age#not even on lesson 11 and i dread breaking his heart...#😥#i love this old man
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It's Subliminal - Chapter 1
Desc: The worlds feel familiar, but they are vast—empty. Not a single soul is within these halls. Minus her.
Hand in hand, she takes this new being through the worlds that seem to go on forever.
Where are they? What is this endless place?
Pairing: Angel x NB Reader
Words: 3860
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A/N: A monster story that has been battling around in my brain for awhile now, and like all things that don’t leave me, I just see it as a means to write about it. So I will.
The reader is NB with no born as or set gender reference. I really wanted this to be open to anybody for any gender, as this story is more focused on relationship building and emotional discovery than anything.
And while the age isn't specified, it is kind of hinted the year in which they were born given the memories that they go through. I will confess, this story is a bit self-indulgent. I just need it to feel at least. And to cry a bit, just like this story kind of made me do on and off as I wrote it. x’D
I also know trying to tailor every reader insert to be for everyone is a bit hard and silly, and I feel a majority of people have come to the conclusion that inserts are just OCs anybody can craft visually and the like. ♥ It doesn't just have to be about you, but a character you want to see make it through OK in the end. ♥
The sound of a train’s wheels grinding upon the harsh metal of a track woke them from their slumber. Eyes adjusting to the dim lighting about them, it was there they were met with a nearly empty train car. It was dark out, the forest just beyond the windows whirling past at such a speed they couldn't say they could catch anything of interest.
But it didn't feel like it was going that fast.
Rubbing their eyes with a nasally sigh, they found the silence to be a bit deafening—the wide, empty space to be equally so. Before they could even think of moving to another car, it was there they saw her.
A woman with a decorative hood hanging about her face, making it a bit challenging for anybody to take note of her features right away. She was holding a single container in her lap, the oval glass allowed for them to see that there was a beautiful star just floating there in the center of a small terrarium that housed a few fake plants and mushrooms.
It was gorgeous.
Her light-blue painted nails gently caressed the object, as if it were sacred to her. But as if sensing their eyes upon her, she looked to the other that was there in the train car with her.
They caught their breath as the woman’s sky-blue eyes looked to them. Her eyes were almost enchanted, brightly staring out from the shadow of her hood. She smiled as bits of their golden blonde hair trickled into view.
“You’re awake.” Her voice was soothing, almost like a lullaby. “I was beginning to worry I’d be the only one on this journey.”
They gave a brief, crooked grin. Talking to strangers wasn't their strong suit. “Heh. Yeah. I don't remember when I drifted off.”
It was there she took to her feet, coming closer to motion to the empty space beside them. “May I join you?”
To say the seat was taken would have been an obvious lie if ever there was one. They nodded nervously.
“Thank you.” She sat down, keeping her focus on the star she continued to hold.
They hummed to themselves, looking about the train to feel as though the space was only smaller once more, even with just the two of them. “I wonder when my stop is.”
“Oh?” she cooed, peering at them from under her hood. “You know where to get off?”
“Well, not really.” They stifled a nervous laugh in their throat. “I mean…” Their eyes took in the scene of the nearly empty car once more. “...I want to say this is all just a dream. I never know the train I take to be this empty.”
The woman giggled to herself. “Mm, that is fair. I am surprised your mind lets you see through such veils so easily. Most people fall prey to dream worlds, not knowing the difference between being awake or being asleep.”
It was odd this woman would talk to them like they too knew it was a dream. The mind was a weird place sometimes. “Yeah, heh. So, what’s your name?”
“Freyja.” She continued to give a warm smile. “May I have yours?”
The way she asked, however, it felt more like she was just being friendly—it was as though she knew all along what it could actually be. But they gave it, as she asked and the woman merely smiled.
That smile didn't seem to falter.
At long last, the train began to come to a slow stop till the two of them realized it was time to leave. They didn't even mention they were leaving. Something in their body just insisted they get up to do so.
Freyja followed behind them, keeping the same gentle hold on the glowing star in her possession.
On the other side of the train doors, a house stood before them that only they could recognize. It was a place where their life continued to live out but without a single person in sight. Even the cars that should have been there were not.
It almost felt and looked empty. The building bathed in a warm sunny glow. Even with it feeling vacant, it was home. That’s all that mattered. It was their home for so many years now, it was hard to even count them.
“You live here, don't you?” Freyja asked, noting a rather welcoming energy from them.
“Yeah…”
The tone shift was odd to her, making the woman give a curious yet concerned look. “Is something the matter? You sound nervous.”
They weren't sure why they were. It was their home, a place of freedom to be themselves and a lot of beautiful memories. “Dreams have a funny way of messing up the places I should be familiar with. I guess I’m a bit worried about what it’ll do.”
The woman stepped forward, making it to the front door where she grabbed the handle and opened it without any hesitation. “We can view it together, if you like?”
Their mind wasn't questioning why this woman had to follow them. It just felt natural to them either way. With a steady breath, they ventured through the front door.
The entire atmosphere of the house shifted, landing them at the foot of the steps that would guide them to the upstairs. That wasn't where the front door should have led in reality, but by now, they knew better. Emptiness echoed throughout every nook and cranny of the old building, giving an oddly unsettling sensation to them.
Their family should have been there at least, but their heart was telling them they were all gone.
It was a space void of life.
Just the two of them.
Hand reaching forward, they rested it on the twisting banister. Just up those stairs and to the right their bedroom would be. As if guided by some invisible force, they eventually reached the long hallway that consisted of many bedroom doors and a bathroom—all of them closed.
For some reason, their mind didn't care to register the layout of each one. But their bedroom door had the heaviest pull. A blink of the eye and they found themselves standing there, opening the door without much resistance that time.
It was a paradise to them—a safe haven from the cruelty of the world and all that entailed. The computer desk, the bed, the entertainment systems… all of it was like old friends waiting for them to return home to after a long day of school or work; whichever would be the reason for their exhaustion.
As they got closer to the gaming consoles, they noted how the older ones were in sight. It felt like the scene was more back in time than what they last recalled. “I remember these old systems,” they murmured, sitting before an old SuperNES. “This old thing hasn't been plugged in for years now.”
Freyja’s fingers caressed the glass case in her grasp, her smile continuing to radiate warmth. “Oh, I remember these games! People loved the silly jumping man ones.”
“Mario, yeah,” they answered with a weak laugh. They shifted through a few of the old titles laying there for them to hunt through. “Man, I remember my friend up the street was the one who had the SEGA, and I had the Nintendo games. We’d often spend the night with one another and either play Sonic or Mario Kart together.”
“Mario Kart?” Her starry eyes glanced over the many titles laying on the floor, not finding the one they were mentioning. “That’s the one where you race, I am assuming.”
It was so weird this woman wouldn't know about Mario Kart, but they passed it off as their mind playing tricks on them. It was a dream, better to humor it.
“Yeah,” they said with a small chuckle. “We didn't play it like we should have. We liked to mess around in stages and drive backwards just to enjoy the look of the levels and everything. Hard to believe I thought games couldn't get any better than that back then.”
Freyja knelt down beside them to get a better look at the game titles. “The characters look very charming.”
They gave a brief smile. “I did find comfort in them on and off through the years. In fact…” They looked over the woman beside them. “... you kind of look like Rosalina. Almost.”
She laughed into her hand. “Oh, that star woman?”
“You know her?”
“I remember you doodling her a lot when you were older, is all.” Her chin rested on the curved dome of the terrarium she held. “I can be her if it makes you feel more comfortable. I don't mind taking on that appearance if you want.”
The way she said that so candidly made them feel a cold sweat cripple their body. “You, uh, can change appearances…?”
“Of course. I am shaped by what you find most comfortable to be around. I don't want to scare you, silly.”
Now this just made it feel more and more like a dream. But the way she spoke and acted… it made her feel more like her own person. “So, what do you look like then?”
Freyja moved her lower lip inward, eyes darting away before locking with theirs once more. “Do you really want to see that?”
They nodded.
She thought about it in silence. “How about this: I’ll show you at the end of this little journey together. How about that? Before you wake up, I’ll let you see the real me.”
If it were any other being, they probably would have found that frightening, but it felt far more gentle and motherly than they would have expected.
Looking back over the games, they felt their mind and heart gnawing at them. The truth was biting rather ravenously at them, causing them to relax on their palms as they reclined back a bit on the floor. “I remember these used to be in the basement though. Mm.. never once did I have the old Nintendo games out unless I was trying to sort memories in boxes.”
“You sound like you don't want to go down there,” Freyja whispered, her cheek nestled against the glass of the star she carried.
“It’s not been used in years, I think. It used to be a bonus room, but I’m sure it’s a mess now.”
“It seems like you’re depressed by that.”
They shook their head, steadily inhaling as if fighting back the truth. “It just kind of used to be my safe haven too in my earlier years. After I was forced out of it…”
She reached over, placing her hand upon their shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. “But you and your friend spent a lot of time down there. I remember the endless nights of laughter and fun that echoed about those walls.”
Those memories made them want to cry for some reason. As if they were in denial that they were all in the past. “Time is so weird and cruel,” they murmured. “I hate that I can't just rewind time and go back to that specific moment to enjoy it all over again.”
Freyja could sense the pain in that statement, making her lips thin as she tried to comfort them.
“Just like those old VHS tapes, the memories start to get worn down by how often I replay them again and again in my mind.” They lightly tossed one of the video games to the side. “Eventually, there will be nothing left on those tapes.”
She thought quietly to herself for a moment, fingers tapping upon the terrarium’s glass. “Mm, you worried about the same thing when you wrote a lot of stories and drew a lot of art growing up—you worried you’d lose the feeling of that very moment in time. But, you didn't.” She tried to look them in the eyes as she continued. “Even when you reread those old pieces of you, a part of that time resurfaces.”
“I guess so.”
It was a weary response, one she couldn't help but hum in a somber way towards hearing. “Would you really wish to live in the past and ignore the present and future?”
They went quiet, wondering how to answer that without sounding selfish. “All that awaits me is an end I might not want to see.”
“Or a beautiful one. Neither of us will know if you stay in the past.”
Their eyes looked about the room, glancing back at the door behind them that they knew would lead out to the hallway once more. With a sigh, they got to their feet and made it over towards it to open the door and find themselves staring down the staircase that would take them to the basement.
At the very end of those stairs was only darkness. It looked like the mouth of a void that would swallow them both up. But they had been down these steps before in the dark. Nothing would stop them now. Not even a dream that could possibly twist its maw in hope to frighten them.
Their body felt heavy with each step they took, finally making it past the last step to where they turned the corner and found the old basement opening up to appear as though they last remembered it years ago. When they were a teen. It was an open space with a few support pillars lining the room. Against one there was a foldout sofa and near the wall was the old CRTV.
Even when technology became more advanced over time, nobody in the family had it in them to replace that thing.
“Scary how fast technology grew,” they muttered, placing their hand upon the old device. “I still even remember reminiscing about how I wanted video games to let me explore beyond just a linear path. And now look at where we are.”
Freyja smiled, taking a seat at the old sofa with a playful kicking of her feet. “Funny indeed how life is, huh? Even technology can grow as rapidly as any human.”
For whatever reason, that caused them to smile for a brief moment. “Weirdly poetic but—yeah. I guess even time can age other things too, huh?”
She shrugged, moving her lower lip inward as if to be playful. “Even time can grow old. Just because you don't see something age before your eyes doesn’t mean it’s not experiencing the same aging process as you are. The moment the hours are done for the day and night cycle, it repeats itself as if being reborn again like a phoenix.” She rested her cheek against the curve of the terrarium she held. “In a way, you could say its lifespan is quite short compared to yours.”
They shook their head, breathing out playfully in a way as if to humor her. “I guess so.” Moving from the old TV, they joined Frejya on the sofa. “But… not everybody lives to be over 100. Hell, some people don't even make it past twenty.”
Her usual smile faltered. “You say that as though some lives should be cherished more than others just because of how long or short they live.”
Seeing her frown so somberly made them wish they could return the words they spoke. “Eh, not… exactly what I meant. I guess it’s more envy or a…” Realizing what they wanted to say would sound stupid, they held back.
When the silence of the room made the atmosphere feel thick, she did her best to break it by reaching over and taking their hand into hers. “You know it’s fine to enjoy the here and now, right?” When their eyes met, she continued, “Nothing and nobody is stopping you.”
They wanted to speak against it, but they refused to bring such a thought into their dreams. More than anything, they wanted there to be peace. Their dreams were a place of comfort, and they refused to let it all be eroded away by the pain of life.
The sofa’s felt cover changed texture suddenly, turning to that of freshly dewed grass with a beautiful sunrise blanketing the sky. Trees changed by the loving embrace of fall dotted the distance with brown, yellow and red leaves. Not a single road or house was in sight, though a part of them felt as though they would easily find a small town if they dared venture through the woods.
It felt like a place they had been many times before, but there was something in the back of their mind telling them they had only visited this world in a dream.
It was another of those moments that made them realize their actual memories could easily be askew with vivid dreams of the past. It had happened before when they were really young, and they knew it would no doubt happen again.
Freyja’s glittering blue eyes gazed around. “It’s lovely here.” She watched as the human took to their feet and ventured through the waist high wheat field, eventually following behind them. Her fingers coiled about the glass container all the more with a bit of a smile. “This place must be somewhere you’ve been often, yes?”
They shook their head, fingers rolling through the many strands of wheat. “Mm, I just love the quiet, I guess. So my mind takes me here now and again.” As if hoping to feel something in this dream, their fingers twirled about a stem of a piece of wheat. It felt like drier grass. Maybe that was what it felt like or should feel like… they weren't sure, as they were never around wheat often. “I’m not brought here often enough though.”
The horizon felt as though it would go on forever as did the land, which outstretched before them. It was an empty world, almost feeling untouched by any and all. A paradise.
“There are some woodlands near my home but I often wonder what it would be like to just live wherever without worry. Like, live in a cabin far from humanity.”
The woman couldn't help but stifle a small laugh at the thought. “Wouldn't it get lonely with just yourself and your thoughts?”
They didn't think about that part. The net was able to bring so many like minded people to their computer screen. They shuttered to think what that would be like where their thoughts would be concerned. “And loud. Yeah.”
As if they thought that one part aloud, Freyja added, “Yeah, the mind can make the quietest of moments loud.” She swayed back and forth on her feet. “But that’s what is beautiful about the mind, yes?” She leaned a bit into their line of sight while keeping the covered star close to her chest. “You can escape anywhere by merely daydreaming, being artistic about the thought, or even just dreaming like this.” The woman closed her eyes, letting the wind toss about the hood and golden hair that could just be seen under it. “You often dreamed of painting such worlds like this, right?”
A smile pulled at the corners of their lips. “Yeah, and while I’m kind of happy where I’ve gotten in that regard… I just wish I had gotten better faster.”
The woman continued to walk forward with them, not caring where they were going. She would gladly follow. “You judge everything based on time. Sounds to me like it’s your enemy.”
Another heavy silence permeated the air before they found it within themselves to speak. “I just don't want to believe my time is nearly up, is all. Like everyone else out there, I am scared of what could await me.”
Even if it was slightly obscured by the shadow of the hood, it was easy for them to note Freyja’s eyebrows raising in curiosity. “Do you know it is?”
“Just like those around me, it sure feels like it.” Their hands took to their head as they let out a quivering sigh. They didn't want to believe it. Any of it. But at the same time, they were fighting back the negativity that was threatening to suffocate the otherwise pleasant dream.
Freyja’s hand rested gently yet firmly upon their shoulder, squeezing it as if to urge without words for them to look at her. Doing so, they saw as the woman stood up straight with the terrarium housing the star resting perfectly in her hands as one held the top of the container and the other held the bottom. “I promised you that I would show you what I looked like without this disguise. Do you want to see it now?”
It was better than the thoughts that were racing through their mind at current—no matter what this woman’s actual body could look like. They nodded.
Her eyes closed and two giant wings that sparkled like the night sky grew from her back. They engulfed her form and in one swift motion they opened once more to reveal an angel standing there looking back. Her eyes were covered by a pair of glistening, dark wings, two other sets above and below them housed eyes staring back at them. The giant wings that took them by surprise earlier also housed a few pair of eyes upon them, but the most noticeable thing beyond that was the fact that the ends of the feathers curved, almost like a hand, holding star lanterns dangling within them.
Her hair remained the same color as when she was in her disguise, stopping about her upper back, but that’s not what mostly drew their attention. It was the giant ring of a clock that housed an hour and minute hand at the center, pointing to the Roman numerals on the device. It merely seemed to levitate behind her, not bound by anything on her. But even on the golden ring itself, multiple eyes opened and closed while gazing off in different directions.
The gown the woman wore was divided in two—only for them to take note of the open ribcage, decorated with feathers and not bone, and at the center was offered a beautiful gateway to a sea of stars, reminding them of the cosmos.
While a part of them wanted to wake up, something prevented them from doing so. It felt like a strong, reassuring presence, and it dominated the will in regards to wanting to leave.
“An… angel…?” they questioned, taking only a step backward.
The minute hand ticked, that sound almost echoing in their brain like a gentle rumbling. It was a haunting melody.
“I guess so.” Her smile upon her pallid lips broadened, head tilting to the side to subdue any fear that her transformation may have caused. “I can be whatever you need me to be. I said that before.” Her walk forward looked as though she were floating. It was seamless. “I’m here to journey with you. If you’ll allow it, of course.”
The moment her fingertips touched their cheek, an otherworldly warmth cooled their skin. It felt real. And, for whatever reason, that journey they shared with her slowly faded to black.
#angel girlfriend#monster girlfriend#monster story#angel x reader#angel x nb reader#nb reader#love#angst#monster lover#female monster#nonbinary reader#writing#story#mywriting#oreana writes#there will be more but i just needed this part done at least#fear of death#dreams#emotional
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Actually cry so goddamn hard when I think about Shinjiro Aragaki healing and being loved and having to learn to be okay with himself and being taken care of
#writing him has just been like. OOOOWOEOEOEOOE i piss tears i cant handle this shit this gay ass shit#i came up with an idea for just like a cute short one shot i wanna do soon and hnnnghh im so emo about it#very healing its like very hard to write some of the shit im gonna be writing cuz basically#some of it is just a little too real man and while i crave the angst and the drama i am just like#AND THEN EVERYONE HOLDS HANDS AND ITS OKAY PLEASE DONT CRY PLEASE#and ive mentioned how shinji has accidentally become nb to me now because i just kinda happened to write him that way without meaning to#and now another thing im noticing is that in my fic hes kinda bpd coded#it definitely wasnt intentional but now im accepting it as truth no one can stop me#i just really need him to be happy its more important to me than anything else man i need it for me#and he needs to be gay with aki they need to kissy and i think its funny cuz even in the parts where shinji is mad at aki and pushing him#away its like. he kinda has it bad lol and its clear he feels no actual hatred towards aki but more just self deprecation because he doesnt#feel good enough and like idk i just think about their respective roles in society like#aki is an honor student star boxer hero very attractive very kind very popular got adopted by a rich family#hes going places you know meanwhile shinji is a drop out who never had a family ever hes homeless hes sketchy hes on drugs#his reputation couldnt be any worse and he just leans into it and feels he has no future and hes worthless garbage#and aki could literally have anyone he wants you know he has an army of girls pining over him but he doesnt want them#HE WANTS SHINJI AND NO ONE ELSE HE SPENDS YEARS CHASING AFTER HIM#and shinji HATES it hes trying so hard to push him away and be the crusty delinquent and make aki see how worthless he really is#but aki just doesnt stop he loves him so much makes me sick SICK#and shinji really loves him back hes like not gonna shut up ever about aki hes like either doing it in a gay ass annoyed way#or hes like ‘haha omg aki is so cute though hes always trying so hard to be tough but hes just so sweet and gentle you know i hope he#doesnt push himself too hard if he got hurt id fall apart hes so silly i hope hes eating good i desire him carnally’#yeah sorry gamers this is just a pairing i cant be normal about they mean so much to me personally the fate of the world rests upon them
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All i want - Steve Harrington oneshot
Angst, hurt-comfort (most hurt tbh), NOT HAPPY AT ALL, breaking up, xreader, takes time after s4, gender neutral
warning: S4 spoilers
Y/n feels useless to the group, after the whole vecna situation where her bestfriend Eddie munson died, they fear for their boyfriend's life .
based on "All i want" by kodaline
you wanted to leave hawkins, after the whole vecna situation you were tempted to leave and not look back. You didn't want to leave your friends, you thought over and over if that was being selfish, but you had to admit your fear, you had a life in hawkins, you had a longtime boyfriend, best friends, but you feared for your life, your boyfriend's and your friends lives.
one of you could be vecna's next victim, you don't know if you could handle one more death, one of your best friends died that day and a girl you considered a sister fell into a coma, you can't stand the thought of not being able to protect steve .
you didn't know how you were going to convince Steve, you rethought several times about how you were going to talk to him and all thoughts led to the current moment, you were face to face with Harrington both were talking too loudly.
"You can only be kidding" he said loudly walking around with one hand on his waist and the other gesturing, you stared at him, an incredulous smile took over your boyfriend's face.
"Steve I can't lose you, I can't lose even one more person i love to defend a shitty city that doesn't know how to live in harmony" your voice came out almost in a scream, you tried to lower your tone, but you were worried and stressed with everything
“Y/n do you know what you're asking me? You're saying that I should give up everything I have here!" he just said that, he didn't yell or raise his tone, he just looked at you, a hard expression to read
“you won't be the only one leaving everything, i love you, i don't want to see you hurt and i'm willing to leave everyone for you!" I said watery eyes as I stared at the boy he took a deep breath looking at you, you felt tears start to run down your face, the boy's face had a worried expression
“I won't, I can't, I love you but I can't leave everyone y/n, you know how important you and they are to me" he said, this time avoiding looking at your face, you relaxed your shoulders silent tears streamed down your face, the boy's eyes were watering too but you knew better than no one he don't cry.
"So I'm going alone" you cried quietly, you were decided, you thought you weren't useful to the group, even if they said you were, you would never be able to protect your friends, you would leave before getting in the way and if that meant leaving the person you loved most in exchange for protecting him, you would, you failed to protect your family, you failed to protect munson, you would not fail again.
he looked at you in shock "Y/N don't do this, we need you, I need you." the last part was almost a whisper “I've already decided harrington” you said softly, he sighed and hugged you, both hugged eachother for a time, in complete silence.
“please don't do that” he spoke softly “I'm sorry” you spoke repeatedly hugging him “I love you” he said caressing your hair “I love you too” you said before separating from the hug, looking at each other “ take care Harrington” you said wiping your tears and turning to leave, it was a difficult decision but you knew Steve would never make you stay, he knew you, he knew that when you decide something you don't give up on it.
“you too, L/n” he spoke low but loud enough for you to hear. you left hawkins with your heart in hand after saying goodbye to the kids you loved so much, your dear friends and your now ex boyfriend. you regretted it, but you knew it was the best thing to do, at least you thought it was the best thing to do.
but if you loved me, why did you leave me?...
A/n: I just woke up and decided that i wanted to write some agnst, it's steve harrington again, i started writing some other characters oneshots but it all is still a work in progress :) remember english is not my first language and some grammar errors are easy to find so sorry
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things oneshot#oneshot#angst#steve harrington angst#sad fic#i love him#steve harrington x nb!reader
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prior to this moment, ichiro had been keeping his cool to mediate between samatoki and ramuda until ramuda said wouldn’t nearly have as much fun playing around with kuukou (and sasara lol) and you where else we’ve seen this exact thing happen???? whenever someone insults his bros so that’s how important kuukou (and sasara lol) are to ichiro—
#this is vee speaking#my ichikuu agenda lmao but sasara is part of the ‘adults i respect’ category which is also very important to ichiro lol#i’d love to see more mcd/nb bonding with 1️⃣🎋 and 🐴📿 but similar to tdd kr isn’t too interested in the other pairs lol#anyway i love seeing how important kuukou was to ichiro before realised how important kuukou was to him lol angst ✌️😭✌️#i love having bravado like i can take the possibility of bb vs bat when i’m a sensitive little shit#and will cry like shinji being called cringe if my faves start fighting each other lol#i hope whatever drama tracks happen before the drb are bonding between their enemy divisions to really drive home that ‘bond then break em’#suffering is fun ✌️😭✌️#c: ichibro
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Now that I've had time to get into it, I think the Sa.tan ship in NB is pretty non-functioning. At least not in the current stages of the game.
He's completely different from the original, which is perfectly understandable. It'd be weird if he wasn't. That doesn't change the fact I fcking love him tho. I like him just as much as he is in NB as I do in the original.
The issue is I don't think my s/i would pursue romance with him at this time. He does need love and support, and my s/i is willing to do that, but a full-blown romantic relationship is out of the question. He has more important, personal things to work through first.
#like he is literally only a year old and is traumatized by the circumstances around that#and the fact they keep locking him up in literal chains???#seriously what the hell#my si is gonna start throwing actual hands if they try that again#i dont blame him for going apeshit all the time honestly#in fact I think hes entitled to it just a little#basically all I feel towards him in nb is protectiveness#I want him to feel worthy of love and comfort#if he falls in love in the process then thats okay with me but for now#its not the right thing#the potential for angst is incredible but in my current state its the last thing I want in my sare spac3#*safe space#sunny speaks#ship: cat demon
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Aaaaaa totk is so so close I'm vibrating up the ✨walls✨
I literally didn't manage to watch the final trailer/gameplay because I saw the tents in hyrule castle square and got so excited I had to quit the video, which I NEVER do.
It's so CLOSE and I'm getting a physical copy (wasn't allowed a preorder boo) but I'm not sure when it'll come which just adds to the tension!
I can't WAIT I am so SO close to getting totk in my hands I am going to scream when I load up the title screen I just know it XD.
And the fanfics?? I'm on tenterhooks waiting to see what we got right, all our little post canon fics and our ten years later and our soft epilogues, my love and our political fics, and our totk projections, what gets to be made canon and how deep we go down the line - I don't even know how big of a time skip it's been and NOBODY TELL ME.
But I've never been part of a community AS the source is still growing, especially not one I've written and read so many fics for, imagined so much for. I saw those tents and my little fanfic heart exploded because how many times have I seen them in writing?? And now they're IN CANON?? IN THE GAME?? Gosh, it's like our fics and art have all become true and real, it's canon, it's a 3d world we'll be able to run around in and climb and talk to the people about.
Zelda!!!! I don't know what happened to her still (AGAIN DO NOT TELL) and I know her powers have greatly weakened so I hope we get to see her sciencing her little heart out. Maybe not with the guardians they're probably a sore point but she might get into idk history or architecture or wassit called the study of plants with her silent princesses. Ooh maybe she side hustles as a priestess or smth.
I can't WAIT to see tarrey town, and all the capitals flourishing now the divine beasts and malice is gone. I hope we get a champions statue - of either generation, really. Oh the RANCH I hope so dearly the ranch is being repaired and has cows and horses in it again I'd cry if that happened.
The plateau is probably going up I can't remember the details of the trailers but Hylia PLEASE have some new dialogue I can't have the same 'now go and bring peace to hyrule' MA'AM I DID THAT AND NOW THERE'S ANOTHER PROBLEM.
Fi? Fi? Fi? Fi? Fi? Fi???? Anything we get of Fi will be brilliant. And hestu. And honestly I wouldn't be surprised if beedle had macyvered something like the ss flying shop to get around. And oh, the DRAGONS I so hope we can ride them somehow even if it's just in their tailwind. They're going to be BEAUTIFUL.
And the linked universe fics are going to be INSANE whoever writes a wild reveal/chain explores new hyrule, complete with archaeological commentary, I will kiss you on the mouth. Fr the lu fics are probably going to be one of my favourite parts of the release, we were already going feral with our ideas and stories when totk wasn't even a whisper in the wind, and then the first trailer I saw fics with an entirely underground hyrule and then the flying island trailer we went BESERK and when the game comes out?? I'm checking back in a week and I bet there's already a 50k fic waiting. I know I'm going to be scribbling furiously.
I'm going to have to clear out my switch gallery, won't I? Aaaaargh.
#Totk#Botw totk#No totk spoilers#Totk no spoilers#tears of the kingdom#Loz totk#legend of zelda#Loz#Ao3#Ao3 loz#loz tears of the kingdom#*vibrates*#Just watched zeltiks recap and it's SO good you can feel the love for this game even after years of it and it's so well done#Spoiler free for totk btw#Nobody look I'm going to be insufferable about this#So many blogs are suddenly going to reveal themselves as loz blogs I just know it#I at least have an excuse with my pfp LMAO#Crazy that I've known I'm nb for more than a year now time flies#Bet day of release totk trends no. 1 on here.#Still can't believe we get amputated arm link AND shattered fi. The angst people are going to wring oceans out of that lol
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"theres another version of them, back in our timeline" so you admit that we're not in our own timeline
#wwaffles bein' an idiot#i actually dont mind nb as long as our mc gets to go home eventually#(<- is almost certain that wont happen)#because i think this is a fun AU wherein eventually this timeline does meet their version of the mc#and they already know the mc. meanwhile this is the first time the mc's ever met them#and i think that has limitless comedy AND angst material. a reversal of this mc knowing more about them than they do#wwaffles plays n.b#suddenly there are all these demons and they already love you and know you better than you know yourself#that's MAJORLY creepy. + it gives an excuse for luci having a giant painting of the mc in his room
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I couldn't stop thinking about this after reading your "Readjusting" hc
Imagine that the reason MC started acting like a "proper" attendant was because Barbatos couldn't stand how improper and casual Mc was with the brothers. He decides to take her under his wing but he isn't gentle about it, not even when it becomes clear that MC is human, on the contraire, he becomes harsher with his methods until even the brothers notice. Meanwhile MC could be in the state of mind to believe that they deserve to be treated in such ways because they feel guilty over letting everyone assume they were a demon
Also think about how this treatment would affect MC relationship with Barbatos. Imagine MC slipping up in front of him and immediately tensing and starting to apologize. How scared MC would be of even the thought of doing something NB!Barbatos though them was wrong and undignified of her to do/say as the brothers attendant.
And how heartbroken OM!Barbatos would be at seeing MC be so terrified of him.
so I’m currently deep diving thru my drafts and inbox and this was from forever ago so I’m so sorry I’m only getting it done now (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )
anyway oh. my. god.
i absolutely love this idea! the angst potential this ask has is literally to die for. i’ll be incorporating a few of my readjusting ideas as well and yeah i know nightbringer didn’t go in this direction but im going in it anyway, so i hope yall enjoy! (๑>•̀๑)
you’re nothing more and nothing less
You admired yourself in the mirror then stared at the reflection looking back at you.
Sighing you gave yourself a small smile, then remembered his words before giving yourself one last look in the mirror.
“You really do look decent when you know how to clean up.”
An attendant is supposed to look sharp, and presentable no matter the circumstance. They are a direct representation of who they’re serving. How was a noble demon supposed to take the seven rulers of hell seriously if their attendant didn’t even know how to properly dress or present themselves?
Your tie had to be perfectly crisp and presentable, same with the cuffs of your uniform; not a wrinkle should be present. Next, your preferred uniform bottom was ironed with no wrinkle in sight, and your shoes shined to the point you could see your reflection. Each plead and fold was sharp, crisp, and perfect.
Your hair looked presentable and you carried out your normal face routine making sure you looked awake and ready for the day. Finally, you organized your belongings and sat them by your table in a neat fashion ready to be grabbed once you headed off to RAD.
You then made your way to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for everyone as well as coffee and tea for those who usually required it.
As you were finishing up most of the food Beel walked into the kitchen heading straight for the fridge. “Morning MC,” he said catching his breath.
“Good Morning Beel, how was your run? Also, your snack is on the counter so please refrain from eating anything in the fridge,” you replied, as you continued cooking.
“Oh thank you.” he smiled while closing the fridge. As he sat at the counter watching you cook he couldn’t help but become confused at the sight. “Wasn’t it Levi’s turn to make breakfast this morning?”
“It was but he stayed up late last night, and I had a feeling he would oversleep so I took the liberty of making it myself. Not to worry though because I have nothing against cooking for all of you”
Beel frowned in response “Yeah but this is the third day in a row you’ve prepared breakfast and dinner”
“Is it now? Well I have no problems with it unless the rest of you do, I am your attendant after all.”
Beel stopped eating and frowned again, “MC you’re an exchange student from the human realm. You’re back home; there’s no reason for you to still act as our attendant.”
You didn’t respond, instead you finished up the food and began to plate each brothers breakfast. Beel tried to speak again but you cut him off.
“Apologies but could you do me a favor and wake up your brothers for breakfast? I wouldn’t want them to be late for classes.”
Beel gave you a sympathetic look and nodded just before leaving the kitchen.
You did stop to think about his words though. After all everything that happened in the past didn’t need to be continued in the present, you could go back to living how you normally did before.
The only problem was that you didn’t know how to go back to that carefree lifestyle. After being on edge constantly while being stuck in the past you found yourself adapting to that lifestyle. So breaking it all of a sudden was much harder than everyone understood.
Humans are adaptable creatures, they adapt and survive to whatever environment they are thrown into, no matter the circumstances; at least that’s how he explained it.
He drilled it into your head that if you wanted to survive against the best of the best you needed to be superior in every way. It didn’t matter to him if you were a demon or human, neither was an acceptable excuse for not being absolutely perfect.
This mindset had been engraved into your soul during the small time period you were there, so for everyone to just tell you to forget about it was something you couldn’t do even if you tried. They all needed to accept that this was how you were now; and maybe with due time you’ll revert back to your old self.
Numerous voices could be heard in the dining room causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You sighed and then took a deep breath before walking into the room with everyone’s plates.
“Good morning everyone, how’s are all of you?” You asked placing plates in front of each brother at the table.
“Mornin’ MC, I’m fine how are ya?” Mammon said yawning.
“I’m good thank you for asking, but I would be even better if you fixed your tie and shirt” you smiled, placing his food in front of him.
“Dah you sound like Lucifer…” he groaned. It did work however because he buttoned up his shirt and tightened his tie before eating, to which you smiled at him in response.
“That goes for all of you as well, fix your uniforms please.” you said, placing the last plate in Lucifer’s spot. Each groaned and fixed themselves as well before they began to eat.
A laugh was then heard from the doorway which made you look up in response. The oldest then greeted you with a kiss to the cheek before sitting down.
“I see your keeping them on a tighter leash than I am.” Lucifer said looked up at you.
“Well of course. How is anyone supposed to take the seven of you seriously when you don’t even wear the uniform properly.” The room fell silent and Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Thank you MC, but you realize that you don’t have to worry about our images anymore. You know your home correct..? You don’t have to continue being our attendant.”
You sighed then spoke after a few minutes. “Thank you for your concern I appreciate it, but if you’ll excuse me I have to get the dishes clean”
“Wait you’re not having breakfast with us dear?” Asmo asked worried.
“You haven’t eaten with us at all since you came back. Come on MC, please?” Satan then said.
“I appreciate the concern but I already ate. Thank you for the offer though, I do appreciate it. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“As their attendant you should not be eating with them unless permitted on a special occasion. It’s basic etiquette as a servant to eat in the kitchen. So you will eat when I eat. Understand?”
That phrase popped in you head again and you sighed heading towards the kitchen.
. . .
The walk to RAD was normal, for you at least, the brothers were a different story entirely.
They tried engaging with you or even walking next to you but you stayed silent and walked behind them.
Normally you’d walk at the same pace and would engage in any kind of small talk but ever since you returned walks to a from RAD had been awkward for the brothers.
Barbatos never walked next to Diavolo, and he taught you to do the same with the brothers.
“You aren’t from the same status, so you should take your place behind them as a result.”
That phrase played in your head as Mammon talked to you about his latest new scheme. You realized that he was walking at the same pace you were so you slowed down ever so slight and engaged in a bit of small talk with him.
The second born frowned as he saw you retreating again, so with a sigh he finished talking and walked a bit faster to catch up with the eldest.
You could see them shorting you glances and whispering to each other but neither said a word to you.
You understood they probably weren’t a fan of this behavior either, but it’s not as if you could break it anytime soon, after all what would he think if you were acting casual with everyone again?
. . .
“Good morning MC” Barbatos spoke, smiling as he slightly waved at you.
Upon seeing him your posture straightened up and you immediately greeted him back with a wave and a nod, in the same fashion he greeted you with. You held eye contact for a brief moment then looked over towards Lucifer.
“I believe we should head out now. There’s paperwork to be done. It was lovely running into you but we’ll be on our way now” you said to the butler.
Before he even had a chance to respond you grabbed Lucifer and dragged him through the hall leaving a confused Barbatos alone in the hallway.
Lucifer tried to question you about your behavior towards the butler but you always avoided talking about it.
Diavolo tried his hand as well and you had given him the same excuse you gave Lucifer. Sighing, the two decided to talk to you over tea instead, hoping that it might calm the mood.
So you followed Lucifer into the council room where Diavolo sat, waiting with a smile. The minute you saw him you smiled back, but soon tensed when Barbatos appeared behind him.
“Sit down MC” Diavolo gestured as soon as you reached the table.
You bowed slightly and did as you were told, making sure to keep yourself in line while Barbatos was present.
Barbatos from the past despised when you were casual with Lord Diavolo and shut down your relationship with him the second he took you as an apprentice.
As Diavolo began to speak you listened attentively and sat up straight making sure to hold eye contact just as Barbatos had instructed you to do before
“MC…” he started. “I understand that it's taken you awhile to try and readjust to everything again, and while we don’t want to pester your progress we do want to talk to you about a few things.”
Were you in trouble? Your heart sank to your stomach as you gripped your uniform bottoms under the table.
“What can I help you with then?” You asked.
“Well for starters you needn’t be so tense, we’re close after all! It’s okay to let loose around us” Diavolo smiled as he gestured towards Lucifer who nodded in response.
“I thank you for your concern, and I will try to relax as you asked” you then nodded.
Your formal response tugged at a frown on Diavolo’s face. “Thank you, now then let’s enjoy some tea.” he said, trying to quickly change the subject.
You froze on the spot as Barbatos brought out the cart of tea and a few snacks. Immediately you jumped up and helped him set the table, much to everyone’s surprise.
“MC, you can leave it to me.” Barbatos said after a moment.
“I understand” you nodded yet still continued picking up the tray of snacks and placing plates in front of Lucifer and Diavolo.
After you finished you stepped behind Barbatos, almost as if you were his shadow. With a sigh he turned to you and tried to ask you to sit back down but you refused.
So instead he tried to guide you to your seat and you stepped away from him in response, the further you took a step back the closer he took a step forward. It wasn’t until you hit the snack cart had you realized how close the two of you were.
However that was short lived as the dish holding the sugar fell off the cart and shattered on the floor the moment you hit it.
Your eyes went wide in horror and you fell to the floor to clean it up in an instant, muttering to yourself silently.
“MC, are you-“
“I’m so sorry, Lord Diavolo, I'll clean this up right away. Please forgive me” you said swiftly picking up the shattered glass and trying your best to clean everything.
“It’s okay, don’t worry it was an accident” Diavolo said as he got up to make sure you were okay.
You shook your head as you went back to cleaning. You were positive Barbatos was going to kill you, he made sure to let you know if you ever messed up in Lord Diavolo’s presence.
So when his figure loomed over you your body tensed with fear as you looked up at him. However his expression didn’t match what you assumed it would’ve been.
He looked concerned and bent down to inspect your hands, hoping there wasn’t any blood due to the shards of glass from the dish.
You immediately retracted your hand when you noticed a cut and Barbatos stiffened.
“I’ll clean this up right away, excuse me” you said as you jumped to your feet and ran out of the council room, leaving three very confused and concerned demons behind.
As the door flew open when you left Solomon walked in with a bewildered look as you rushed out. “What happened? Is everything okay?” He asked as his eyes followed your figure rushing down the hall.
“It’s MC,” Lucifer sighed.
“What about them?” Solomon questioned.
“Long story short they were helping Barbatos and dropped the sugar then bolted out of the room in a panic when Barbatos grabbed their hand to see if they were okay.” Diavolo said with a sigh.
“Ah, that explains things then.” Solomon nodded. “And Barbatos I would refrain from touching or even being near MC for the time being”
“And why is that?” Barbatos questioned with a frown.
“Because MC is probably still on edge after serving alongside you in the past. Let’s just say your methods weren’t exactly…ideal, for a human.” He sighed.
His heart broke upon hearing those words. Barbatos frowned upon learning he was the reason for their rigid behavior and unwillingness to open up to him or Lord Diavolo again.
“I understand,” he sighed.
“If we just talk to MC I’m sure they’ll understand-“ Diavolo started.
“You can, but they haven’t changed their behavior with the brothers so I doubt they change it now. I’ll talk to them when I see them again” Solomon sighed.
Lucifer made a sour expression upon hearing Solomon’s words, mainly because he knew they were true. After all he had spoken to MC countless times yet nothing has changed.
Solomon handed a few papers to Diavolo who read over them in surprise. “Cocytus Hall? That place hasn’t been used in ages, and you wish to move in there?”
“Yes, well Mc and I.” He nodded. “All the paperwork should be there if you’ll allow it”
Lucifer shot the sorcerer a glare and shook his head. “Is that really necessary? That’s quite the opposite of having MC adapt back to the present”
“On the contrary I didn’t suggest this. They did, and if it's what they want I don’t mind indulging my sweet apprentice” He smiled.
The three frowned at Solomon’s words. No matter how annoyed he made them, they all agreed that he was the only one you talked to like normal.
It wasn’t fair that he was the only one that got that attention from you. After a few more minutes of going back and forth Diavolo finally approved the idea, much to Lucifer’s protests.
It was just a thought but Diavolo hoped that if he did this you would eventually come back to them, and not the you that was terrified and uptight, he missed the carefree human who could brighten up the room.
With a sigh the room fell silent as Solomon left, all three demons were running out of ideas and the longer you avoided them the more painful it had become.
How long were they supposed to stay like this? They all wondered with tense sighs.
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Awkward Encounter | Gyutaro x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE
Play Fight | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE
Shit Talker | Sanemi x GN Reader | SMUT
Sanemi Falls In Love For The First Time | Sanemi x GN Reader | FLUFF
Rengoku Falls In Love For The First Time | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF
Plush | Rengoku x Tengen x Wives x Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
Take it and Shut Up | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Stay Still | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Attention Please! | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Caught in the Rain | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Earn It | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
First | Nobara x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Just For You | Inumaki x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Seven Minutes in Heaven | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Seven Minutes in Heaven | Itadori x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Referring to Them as a “friend”| Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi | NO SET GENRE
Dating Okkotsu Yuta | Yuta x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
JJK and Your Habit of being Topless | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Dating Rengoku (Modern AU) | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT/ANGST
Mornings with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Singer Shinobu | Singer Shinobu x AFAB Shy Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
Bathing with Giyu | Giyu x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
Gojo & Geto Fighting for your Attention | Gojo & Geto x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
Childhood Friends | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Winning His Heart | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Dramatic Megumi | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
His Favorite | Douma & Reader | NO SET GENRE
Irresistible | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT
His Personal Assistant | Hawks x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
First Love | Kakyoin x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
No Escaping | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT
A Guiding Hand | Rengoku x NB Reader | SMUT
Tempest | Sanemi x AFAB Demon Reader | MILD DEAD DOVE /SMUT
Cravings | Sanemi x AFAB Pregnant Reader | FLUFF
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Mornings with Makio | Makio x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Mornings with Hinatsuru | Hina x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
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Smile | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
I Hate Him | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Uzui Gang & Public Tension | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Tengen & His Husband | Tengen x AMAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE
Reward | Muzan x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Loosen Up | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Team Bucciarati & Walking in on you Changing | Bucci Gang x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
College Roommates Shinobu | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Easy | Douma x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Cut | Aki x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Needy | Geto x AFAB Reader | SMUT
I Want a Baby | Tengen x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
Experience | Kishibe x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Promise Me | Giyu x GN Reader | ANGST
Being Sanemi’s Tsugoku | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Sanemi at the Butterfly Estate | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Secret Relationship | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Sanemi being Vocal | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Exploring with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | CRACK/FLUFF
Dating Dabi | Dabi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Sanemi and his Newborn | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Urogi’s Sensitive Wings | Urogi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Personal Heater | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE
Sensitive Aizetzu | Aizetsu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Rengoku’s Nurse | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Twenty One | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/ANGST
Tengen and your Panties | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE
Kyojuro and his Newborn | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Drunk Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Drunk Tengen | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Drunk Kyojuro | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Pissing off Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE
Recoil | Haganezuka x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Meeting the Rengoku Family | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF
Stalker Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Pride Month Imagines | Tengen | Shinobu | Rengoku & Giyu
Pull Out | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes
Lecture | Rengoku x AFAB Kocho Sister Reader | SUGGESTIVE/CRACK
Keeping Secrets | Giyu x AFAB Wife Reader | FLUFF
Never Mine | Geto x GN Reader | SMUT?/ANGST
Pheromone Perfume | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Guard Dogs | Satoru + Suguru x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
Competition 15k special | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Karoke 15k special | Satoru x Suguru x AFAB Reader | SMUT
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Just so Tired
Summary: Mc doesn't know how much more of this they can take.
Warning(s): angst, om nb spoilers mostly L15 spoilers, cussing
Word count: 603
A/N: Just a quick angsty nightbringer drabble, I know there are a lot of these but I rly like em. I've been so very caught up in getting the last bit of school done before summer break, just a few more days and ill hopefully be able to post more again.
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They all looked so happy there, just talking to Satan and asking all these questions about his books. Even Satan began to grow more excited as he answered them, reminding you of Levi when he talked about his interests.
Times like this always made your heart grow warm with love and the feeling of peace, seeing them all happy together, not fighting, bickering, and with no problems that need fixing. You always made sure to stay quiet and just watch during these times unless any of them brought you into the conversation, you didn't want to disturb them and you were happy to just watch with a soft smile and warm eyes.
You felt so at home here, well obviously, this was your home and had been for years. And there for a moment you forgot, forgot all about how these brothers barely knew you and how much of an outsider you were to them, about how they don't share the memories you have with them.
But that moment was short and you were brought back to reality not a second later when Satan went on about a book he had recently started, looking at the cover you recognized it. It was one of the first books he had recommended to you, he always talked about how much of a good classic it was.
And just like that, your guard was up again and you were aware of your position in this place.
You were their attendant, not family. This house was no home to you, at least not now. You could feel your heart being ripped apart for what felt like the millionth time since that fucker sent you here. You didn't know how much more you could take.
There was a ball that formed in your throat as you looked onto the warm moment before you. You truly hated it here, you hated how you couldn't be fully open with your family, with the people that you had grown to trust and love so much. You hated that you could no longer trust them and you had to be careful with what you said.
You would love nothing more than to take Beel and Belphie up on their offer of talking to them, but you couldn't, you couldn't tell them a damn thing.
That ball grew as tears threatened to spill from your eyes and it felt like you would have to choke back sobs at any second. While they were distracted you quietly slipped out of the room and slowly made your way through the house, seeing it now as a reminder of the situation at hand only helped the tears spill.
By the time you made it out the front door, your cheeks were already stained with tears and more were following. Grabbing your DDD from your pocket you dilled for Solomon,
"Hello dear Mc, what cracklin'-" Solomon paused his sentence as he heard your choked-back crying, he only sighed and reassured you he'd be there soon to pick you up. By the time he got to the House of Lamentation you had stopped crying and just staired blankly at the ground with your knees hugged to your chest.
He sat next to you on the stone stairs, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.
"Solomon..." You spoke quietly, almost to yourself.
"Yeah, Mc?" There was a silence between the two of you that setaled back in for a moment before your shaky horse voice cut through it once more,
"I..I'm tired..."
The wizard sighed and placed a protective arm around your shoulders "I know Mc...I know..."
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OhDeerfully Hazbin Hotel Masterlist
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Them There Eyes (fluff)
Be Back Soon (part i)
Goodmorning, Love (fluff)
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How to Summon an Overlord (fluff)
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Alastor x Plushie!Reader (platonic fluff)
Lazy Morning (fluff)
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Hello!! I love your writing 😍 Would it be okay if you wrote Karlach, Lae'zel and whomever you wish with a tiefling!Tav that loses both a horn and an eye during a battle and can't quite find balance in their fighting afterwards bc of it?
Reacting to Tav losing a horn/eye
[Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, nb!reader, Tiefling!reader]
[Karlach, Laezel, Wyll, Halsin]
Karlach
She swears she can still hear it, your agonised scream, the splatter of blood, the crunch of bone being torn apart.
As if the world slowed down for a moment, an eerie quietness surrounding the battlefield for the uncomfortable stretched out seconds. Your companions turning to look at you, clutching your eye with your back hunched.
Dread filled her stomach, one of your horns laid on the bloody floor next to your feet.
She doesn't remember the rest. Only when she stood atop the burnt rubble of what used to be the battlefield, did the all-consuming rage fade away from her mind.
Karlach is immediately at your side after, apologising for not being there sooner.
She's by your side as you heal, making sure to bring you anything you might need. As your struggles to adjust to combat again in the aftermath become more and more evadint, she is one of the first people to suggest fully leaving combat to her.
Yes, you are capable. Yes, she has seen how strong you are. But sometimes life just doesn't go the way we plan it. You can relay on her instead.
You don't have to go back to the cruel world. You can let her take care of it. Karlach really can't afford losing you. She'd claw her way up the heavens and steal you away if your fate took a turn to the worse.
Laezel
She completely disagrees with Karlach. This is nothing but a minor setback if anything. Laezel completely has faith in you to relearn how to find your balance, and she'll teach you if she has to.
As long as you can still stand on your feet and carry a sword, then you can fight in her eyes. She will give her sincere apologies for letting you down in battle and not doing something before enemeis got the chance to best you, but besides it, you'll get no pity from her.
Why is everyone acting as if you died? You're clearly still the same strong and capable person she knows. If anything, each scar is evidence of how your enemies' failure to put you down, you should show your broken horn with pride.
She has enough self awareness not to impose her views on you, no matter how much she thinks her companions are being dramatic and oversensitive, is she noticed you being fully uncomfortable with her approach she will take her leave from your bedside.
But you got fed up with people infantlising you, then she will be the first to 6pull you back into an intense daily training routine until you regain your footing.
Wyll
While Karlach and Laezel were too busy arguing about your own fate, Wyll was there for you throughout every stage of healing. He knows what it's it like losing an eye. He can relate to the horror and dissociation that happens whenever you look at the mirror to see a piece of yourself missing.
He still hasn't gotten used to his own horns himself, and losing one of yours must have been painful to bear. He will stay by your side until you feel better, no pressure to discuss the future or your fighting abilities or anything.
Wyll will make sure you don't feel alone, that the dark thoughts don't consume you too much. Share you worries with him, let him help carry your burdens, please. It kills him seeing someone so dear to him suffer when he can't do anything or help.
Halsin
His heart breaks, seeing you coming back to camp limbing and bloodied that day. He prays to Silvanus to ease your pain as he takes shift with Shadowheart to nurse you back to health with healing spells.
Nature can be so unforgiving sometimes, to some animals, losing an eye or horn can be a death sentence.
But he has seen even the most withered of plants suddenly flourish and regain their strength, he has personally stayed up countless nights to care for the weak kittens that their mother refused to even acknowledge.
He has seen them grow, nurtured them into a strong healthy state.
Don't surrendered to the darkness, when the abyss starts whispering about how this is your end and how your potential was wasted you yell at the abyss, bite, claw and fight your way out of this rut.
True strength lies in the heart, give yourself time to rest, and don't rush your healing. Eventually, you'll be back on your own two feet with a new view on the world before you can realise it.
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💛💙SPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITES💙💛
As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.
I’ve shared some of these individually in the past but here you’ll have them all together.
If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰
(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly it’s the reverse order in which I read them)
Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951
AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before it’s too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.
Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529
AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Nero’s attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the ‘Fleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.
The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594
AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!
With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon
SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.
Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293
AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. It’s phenomenal.
Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569
TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.
And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631
TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise that’s not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!
All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon
SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what they’re going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirk’s Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life.
I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay
SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirk’s love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pike’s Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventual Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!
No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915
SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!
The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227
SNW. Jim’s been infected with a pathogen that means he can’t sleep, but it he doesn’t he’ll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.
First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733
TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to a clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.
The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566
AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.
Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet
TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.
Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921
SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if there’s a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. It’s such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears.
milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651
SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the ‘aliens made them do it’ trope. It’s intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.
The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet
TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. It’s a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but it’s worth it for the happy ending.
Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰
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