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voiidlizrd · 7 months

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“Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago."

- Hozier, From Eden

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Summary: The love the Brothers have for you follows them from present to past and to future

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR NIGHTBRIGHTER

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Note: MC is gender neutral (they/them pronouns), some angst but relatively fluffy, slight gore (it’s the Devildom), slight POLY MC, demon being a creep to Asmo, small spoilers to Chapter 16 in Obey Me: Shall We Date

A/N: For Satan’s part, I used his frustration and anger in a way of how I’d describe my anger/frustration because it can be hard to express how I feel and it’s like a big bundle of “what the fuck”

Oh, I also based Levi’s excitement to how I’d get really excited cause when I excited I get somewhat violent like “OH MY GOD IM GOING TO EAT THE DRYWALL” excited

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Lucifer did not trust or like you when the two of you first met. You were a demon, he thought at first, and disliked you immediately. Sure, he may be a fallen Angel now, a previous Archangel, but he refuses to compare himself to a demon, to be seen beside a demon aside from Diavolo.

He is more embarrassed of the fact he’d have to rely on you to help him through the Devildom, but maybe he hopes you’ll back down because of the fact, as a demon, caring for the traitors of the Celestial realm would ruin your reputation, or cause you to get in the line of fire with other demons.

But… You didn’t.

You got disgusted looks, glares, and were even spat at because of the fact you associated with them, with him, but you didn’t seem to care one way or the other, just keeping your head high and keeping by his side, not even caring if he did his own glaring and snide comments towards you.

You always came back to him no matter what he said to you.

When learning that you were human, he got a little softer towards you. Perhaps underestimating you sue to your mortality and how fragile you are, always monitoring you as if you weren’t already skilled around the Devildom, as if you didn’t have the power to destroy him with a flick of your wrist, as if you weren’t his own attendant.

Despite him growing protective over you, you always protected him in the end, even if he insisted he didn’t need such from a ‘human’ such as yourself.

“A fallen angel…” a demon had whispered while you two were walking down the street together, you showing him the best record stores in town. “How disgusting. I can smell the Celestial realm on it.”

Lucifer didn’t care, of course. What would engaging with a lowly demon do? But you, your Wrath was clearly showing when you side eyed the demon with a sneer. They seemed to notice you.

“And a demon? I feel bad for them…” Another whispered.

“I’d rather kill myself than be seen near that forsaken angel!” The demon cackled to their partner.

It set you off, even if Lucifer tried to grab your wrist to stop you. You approached the demons, and Lucifer felt his heart lurch. If you got hurt, they would smell the blood on you. How human it was. How soft you were. How pathetically fragile you are. It would ruin Diavolo. It would ruin everything Lucifer was trying to build.

He was about to shout when you grabbed the demon by the horns and tossed them to the ground, an aura about you radiating that made him shiver. You whispered something to the demon in their ear and suddenly their arm was twisted abnormally, as if the bones had shattered themselves at your voice, the skin stretching to accommodate the poking bones.

The demon could only scream, but silenced itself when you covered their mouth. “If I ever,” you said lowly to them. “Hear you utter those words, or any word for that matter, towards Lucifer and his brothers, I will make sure you lose more than just an arm.”

A single glance to the other demon cowering away from you only nodded, understanding the threat went both ways.

You suddenly flipped a switch and walked over to Lucifer with a smile, as if you hadn’t caused a demon to almost piss themselves because of you.

“Let’s get something to eat,” you said with a groan, holding your stomach. “I’m starving!”

He could only follow you silently to Hells Kitchen, unable to speak for a while after those events. He understood finally that you could be trusted to handle yourself, and, to handle his brothers (and himself).

It allowed him to lower his guard around you, to stop seeing you as a soft little human and more of an embodiment of pure, raw power that ended up in a human as kind, as empathetic, as funny and creative and beautiful and handsome as…

As you.

He would never admit his infatuation of you, finding it silly that he would fall for you so quickly. Perhaps it was a moment of weakness because of his Fall. Perhaps he was desperate for interaction with something other than loathsome demons aside from Diavolo. Perhaps it was the fact you were human and the very existence of humans brought him back to Lilith always.

How she gave herself up for them, for one.

It made him sick. It made him hate himself. It made him want to hate you, deep down.

How can he love the very thing that ruined his life? That ruined his brothers’ life? That caused his Father to have to try and punish Lilith for this.

He hated the way his heart throbbed in his chest when you were around. Those eyes gazing into his with a smile so kind, ignoring the harsh words that would escape his lips cursing your existence as a human being, yet you continue to smile at him.

He hates this feeling. He wishes it to go away. He wishes to stop seeing you in his dreams every night, imagining your hands running through his hair, kissing his skin, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He wishes he didn’t want to spend more time with you. He wishes much, much more.

A toxic, bitter disgust settles on his tongue, like eating a sour lemon, leaving nothing but an ache in his heart and a bundle of confusion, anger, and sadness tangled up inside his chest.

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Lucifer sits in his room, idly doing paperwork that seemed to never lessen in their stacks, to him, it only seems to grow more and more. He sighs quietly and drops his quill, settling his face in his hands, listening to the idle crackle of the fire in the background. His shoulders were stiff and so was his back. Lucifer considered for just a moment of taking a break, but there was an itch in the back of his mind urging him forward, that it had to be finished today. If he didn’t finish, it will ruin his reputation with Diavolo.

Just before he picked up his pen, there was a knock on his office door. He furrowed his brows, thinking it was on of his brothers coming to complain about one another again, or to complain about Mammon taking something from them again, he sighed;

“Come in.”

To his surprised (and to his dismay), you entered with a cup of coffee in hand along with a small box balancing on your forearm that held the cup as you opened the door, shutting it behind you with your foot as you grabbed the box in your now free hand. You smiled at him, ignoring his little glare, which would’ve been terrifying if you hadn’t seen it all before.

“This was an unexpected visit, MC.” He said, looking down at his paperwork. “Did one of my brothers tell you to come here?”

“Nope!” You said, setting down the box in front of him, on top of his papers, and the cup of coffee on the side away from the papers, because you didn’t want to annoy him, or spill the coffee. You’d… never see the next day, if you did.

“I came here to see you, Lucifer”.

The ache returned and so did the taste of something sour and bitter, he clenched his hand underneath his desk subconsciously, looking away from you and down at his paperwork, trying to give you the hint to leave him alone.

But you never left, as you never do.

“Aheeemm.” You cleared your throat annoyingly loud, making him sigh.

“Yes?”

“Try the coffee I made you!”

“…I prefer to make my own coffee, thank you.” He muttered, pretending to read off of his paper.

“Luciferrrr…” You whined, sitting down in the chair across his desk, sighing loudly. “If you at least look in the box I got you and drink just a little sip of that coffee, I swear to you, I’ll bribe your brothers to leave you alone for the rest of the day. At least until I make dinner.”

He glances up at you and sighs quietly, dropping his pen again. “Fine.” He said, grabbing the box first, “you better hold up to your word.”

You nodded happily and lean forward in your chair to get a closeup of his face. Upon opening the box, he sees Devil macaroons from Madam Scream’s, Princess’ Poison Apple flavored. He’s narrowing his eyes at the name, never hearing of that before, given that you are the one introducing most of Devildom’s cuisines to him, when he ever has time.

“I always think of the Poison Apple like green apples,” you said with a hum. “I mean they’ve never gotten me sick, but they do have a bitterness about them with a hint of sweetness, kinda like how dark chocolate does.”

He barely understands half of what you’re talking about but he shuts the box and sets it to the side, aiming for the coffee. He was feeling a little exhausted, thinking about drinking some of his own brew in a few hours or so.

You look more excited as he brings the cup to his lips.

The taste of incredibly bitter coffee hit his tongue immediately, the warm black brew made his heart quicken, and tongue tingle. But the taste, the horrible bitter taste, it made his nose scrunch up.

Yet it was so warm, comforting, and familiar.

“You couldn’t have at least put sugar in this.” He glares at you as you snicker lightly as his expression.

“Sorry, sorry. But I did.” You said, standing up. “It’s a special bean brew I got from the shop today. The reason it’s so bitter is because it brings out the admiration the maker has for the drinker. That being you!”

His hands, through his gloves, are warmed by the mug of coffee, the crackling of fire filling in the silence that settled between you two. He couldn’t bare to look away from you as the tips of his ears grew warm while staring back into those eyes.

So soft.

So loving.

So perfect.

Lifetimes could go by and he could never be bored. Thousands upon thousands of years and never once forget. Devildom was suppose to be a punishment, a way to bare his sins, but how can this be a punishment when you were here in front of him? A human being that surely was a silent gift from his Father to him and his brothers. You must have been. To be molded so perfectly, to have your soul reflect his very being.

You reach your hand out to him, tilting your head to the side, as if examining him, and settle your hand upon his cheek, rubbing your thumb across it tenderly. He almost melts into your touch, craving it, missing it.

Then the comfortable silence is broken by the sound of yelling coming from downstairs, a mixture of Mammon and Levi arguing along with Satan’s screaming at them. You sigh and pull back, a fond smile on your face.

“Well, a deal is a deal,” you said standing up. “I’ll go take care of that and call you down for dinner, okay? And you can’t say no because I’ll drag you down.”

You leave the room, quickly, in order to stop the brothers from possibly breaking anything. Lucifer, before you opened the door and shut it behind you, almost reaches out to grasp you, to hold you close, to never let you leave.

Then the commotion downstairs dies down as quickly as it started.

You were a human of your word.

He looks to the mug and brings it back to his lips, savoring the bitterly sweet flavor that spreads in his mouth and throat as he drinks it down, never stopping as the warmth continues to burn at his heart and melt him. He wants to savor it, but the greed inside of him wants more and more to drink, to taste more of the feelings you brewed inside the coffee, to feel more of your love.

Lucifer set down the empty cup, his throat tightening as a wave washes over him, a singular tear running down his cheek. He wipes it away gently as he breathes out, shakily, confused.

He wants to drown in this lovely bitter feeling for all of eternity.

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Mammon believes he doesn’t need you. You may be their attendant to lead them around the Devildom, to get them settled, but he doesn’t need you. After all he’s The Great Mammon! He can do everything himself, if need be. It’s what he’s always done. Looking after his little brothers, looking after his older brother. It’s something he’s always done, even if the other brothers seem to hate him for it, or to berate him for whatever reason. They’re his brothers after all, he knows that they love him, even if they’re a little mean to him. He loves them dearly, even if he can never express it, or put it into actions properly.

But you always see through it somehow. Always giving him a playful smile when he unintentionally compliments his brothers. Never taking his little snide comments to you to heart, only lightly rolling your eyes at him, like you’ve heard it all before.

He doesn’t need you.

He didn’t need you to walk with him through RAD, keeping him from running off away from his classes, holding his arm and ignoring his complaining.

“Lemme go!” He struggled, though, not putting much weight into his struggling or fight. He could toss you off if he desperately wanted to.

“UGGHH I don’t wanna go to my classes! If I do, I’m gonna die. I’m actually gonna die, they’re so boring! Ya’ know that too! You were halfway of fallin’ asleep last period!”

“Yeah but I still managed to write all the notes in the class down, unlike you.”

“Nuh uh! I got m’ notes!”

Liar.

He doesn’t need you to help him. To scold him. He’s already got Lucifer to do all of that. He doesn’t need you he doesn’t.

“Hey!” The sudden snap of your voice caused him to jump as he heard the snickers of a demon running away.

That’s when he saw his wallet being waved around in the demons hand, as if mocking Mammon because of the fact he was robbed blind, barely even registering it.

Mammon didn’t need you, he couldn’t easily just chased after the demon and caught up to them no problem. After all, he was the most fast of his brothers. Fastest swimmer, flyer, runner. He would’ve caught up with the demon if you hadn’t chased after them, sprinting after them and catching up only a few feet away, tackling them to the ground and slamming their head to the ground.

“Get offa me!” The demon yelled, trying to stretch themselves from you getting the wallet. “That traitor angel has Diavolo wrapped around his finger! It’s not like he’ll miss petty pocket change!”

This only angered you further. Mammon could only watch with wide eyes as you, a human, began to plummet the demons face in. Hitting them, scratching them, anything you could do to their face to make then scream and wail and try and fight you off. They tried to shove you, but you grabbed their horns and slammed their head down into the marble, rendering them completely dazed. You snatched the wallet from their loosened grip, standing up with a disgusted grimace, and spit down onto them.

“Next time I see your disgusting face around here again, I’ll curse you to live in eternal agony.” You gritted your teeth, giving a kick to the demons side, and walking off back to Mammon.

He didn’t need you. He could’ve done it himself. He doesn’t need a human to defend him, to fight for him, he doesn’t need-

“Here you go Mams.” You smiled, wiping your bloodied knuckles on your uniform pants. His wallet in one piece. “Make sure to keep your wallet in the side pocket. That way you don’t get your wallet swiped. Trust me, I’ve learned from experience.”

You were snickering as if nothing big just happened, grabbing his arm and dragging him off to the next class as he was in a daze, looking down at the wallet. There was a small bit of blood on the leather.

He…

Mammon’s heart began to race as he wiped the blood off the leather with his thumb, swallowing hard. A warmth crawling up his neck and spreading across his cheeks.

He… wants you to need him too…

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Mammon hated today. He hated everything today. Leviathan blamed him for stealing some stupid figure from his room and complained to Lucifer. Lucifer decided it would be a great idea to string him up on the chandelier again for making Leviathan bother him while he was working and for stealing. Not listening to his protests. He was struggling against the binds as Asmodeus sighed pitifully at Mammon.

“Seriously, Mammon, you need to learn from your mistakes. This is, like, what, the fifth time this week.” Asmodeus looked down at his nails and picked at one of them.

“I told ya! It ain’t my fault! I didn’t steal shit from Levi!”

“Yes you did! Just admit it!” Levi cried. “It was a rare collectible! My prized jewel! I know you stole it, scummy Mammon! Give it back!”

“I didn’t. Steal. Yer’. Stupid. Toy!”

“It isn’t a toy! Monster!”

“Hey!” Your voice was like a saving grace to Mammon when he heard you coming through the door, a hand on your hip. “The hells going on?”

“Mammon stole my ultra Ruri-Chan figurine! I know he did! He was the only one in my room today!”

“Did you?” You asked, looking at Mammon with a raised brow.

“No!” He yelled, tears almost coming into his eyes in frustration, only seeing Lucifer just stand idly by silently. “I didn’t steal shit! Sure I’ll steal somethin’ else from the house but I ain’t touching shit from Levi’s stuff! It’s all junk anyways!”

“You take that back!-“

“Enough.” Your voice silenced their bickering. You stepped forward and looked to Lucifer. “Let him down.”

The other brothers watched in awe at your tone, demanding Lucifer to do what you wanted. Lucifer raised a brow at you, testing you, expecting you to immediately back down. But your little staring contest ended in Lucifer sighing and snapping the rope and letting Mammon fall to the ground. He groaned but looked up at you with admiration, and a gratitude as his eyes continued to water. The frame of your figure was like a sunrise in the Devildom, purely beautiful to him, better than gold. His heart thrummed in his chest violently.

“Hey!” Levi whined. “He didn’t give my figurine back! He didn’t even apologize!”

“Levi,” you look at him and Levi wilted back. “You should clean your room once in a while. I found the figurine box buried under your clothes. It fell from the shelf because of the other figurines on it.”

Levi’s face burst into red, embarrassed. He began fiddling with his fingers, finding his nails more interesting. He avoided Mammon’s gaze the most, more than yours, as you untied Mammon easily.

“Levi.”

You give him a little look, a raised brow. Like you were a disappointed parent. Lately you’ve tried to get the brothers to apologize more to Mammon whenever he is accused of things that he hasn’t done. Especially Levi and Mammon. You hoped to bring them closer, or at least stop them from constantly yelling at one another. Also to communicate, even a little bit better with one another.

“I-I know…” Leviathan muttered under his breath, looking at Mammon finally as he stood up. Levi breathed in and sighed.

“I’m sorry… I-I just-“ Levi’s face grew more redder than before, it almost rivaled any Devildom equivalent tomato. “I’m sorry Mammon. You know I get very protective over my stuff… Especially those figurines… I’m-I’m really sorry!”

Mammon couldn’t even feel the anger he felt before, staring at Levi, but his focus was mainly on you, what you did for him. He looked at Levi, than to you. You were more preoccupied looking over his skin and rubbing a loving touch over the slight rope burn on his skin.

“Uhm… Yeah.” Mammon looked down at floor with his face a little red from your soft touches. “It’s fine. Just quit blammin’ me for the fact you’re so messy, Levi. That rooms a pigsty, somethin’ is bound to get lost.”

“Hey! I-“ Levi looked at you and saw a look in your eyes, he immediately shut his mouth and nodded, running off back to his room and shutting the door.

Mammon was silently led by you to his room, much to the complaints of his other brothers, but he couldn’t have felt more proud as they complained, your attention solely on him. You sat down on his bed, looking at him as he stood there. He tried to ignore the drumming of his heart racing, the swelling, the tightness in his throat.

“Y’- y’gonna scold me now?”

“Do you think I am?”

“…no…”

“Then you know my answer.”

Mammon couldn’t hear anything else other than his ramming heart. He couldn’t focus. The pain and frustration of earlier mattered little to what he felt right now. You motioned him closer. He slowly approached and you grabbed his hand gently, sitting him down beside you and tapping your thigh. He settled his head on your lap, awkwardly.

He swallowed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You okay?” You asked quietly.

He couldn’t be more okay than right now. He nodded as he buried his face with a turn of his head into your stomach, smothering himself in the smell of your shirt and your skin. There was the scent of detergent along with the sweet scent of you. It was a warmth of you that made him want to cry. You always focused on him, like he was more important and than anything else. More important than money, than gold, higher than any deity. Like he was your everything, and the way you ran his fingers through his hair, he was brought back to a weird nostalgia. As if this has happened many times before. Your voice. Your touch. Your smell. It all felt…right.

He never wanted to leave this. Not at all.

“Yknow,” you spoke up, twirling a strand of his white hair. “Even though you can be a pain in my ass for getting in trouble so much…”

He grunted into your shirt, as if warning you about your words, which was a fruitless threat.

“You’re the best first man I could ever ask for.”

His breath caught his throat and tears welled up in his eyes, now soaking into the fabric of your shirt. His lower lip trembled and he tried to smother himself further into you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, sniffling. That “first man” again… It made his heart soar, it made him want to hold you even tighter, to protect you like you protect him, it made him want to do everything for you, to bring you the joys that the world would have to offer, no matter the cost of Grimm.

“I love you…” He mutters. He wants to say it more. He wants to whisper it eternally, he wants you to feel what he feels, to suffer what he feels and how beautifully his chest aches for you, how there are words he wants to scream out to you.

“I love you… I love you…” He continues. Sniffling. He hates crying but he can’t help it.

He is your first man, as you’ve said. It’s his job to protect you, to provide for you, to give you the entire world, if you asked him to. And he’s more than willing to do it.

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It was your mission to change Levi, even a little bit. By change, you wanted to bring confidence to him, a confidence he never had in the Devildom or the Celestial Realm. Even a little bit of it would go a long way. You’ve made a little progress, which goes a long way in your book, but there are set backs to your hard work.

Like the demons at RAD especially.

It irritated you to no end about how they make fun of Levi, it pissed you off. But Levi didn’t understand your anger. He would sulk constantly because he knew what they were saying, but it wasn’t like you were apart of their comments about him. Levi just didn’t get you.

Especially when you do the things he doesn’t expect people do to for him. You fuel his spirits as an otaku. You buy him mangas you knew he’d love, watch anime with him constantly when you were over at the HOL, playing games with him or watching him play. It brought him a peace he didn’t know he could achieve, it made his heart race, his hands sweat, and face heat up. It was everything he ever wanted and more. Perfect, even. And it was hard to say “perfect” in the House of Lamentation, especially around his brothers.

You two were sitting in the partially empty classroom with other demons taking their seats, waiting for class to start. He was rambling about the new game he hoped to get so you can play together.

“I heard that it’s an open world and there’s so many options you can do as of gameplay that can also build your character and their personality that will affect the choices that will pop up in the game! Oh and-“

“Oh my gosh does this guy ever shut up?” You heard a demon behind you whisper. Well, not exactly whisper. They made it to where Levi could hear what they said.

Levi immediately shut his mouth tightly, looking down at the table, picking his painted nails quietly as his cheeks turned red from embarrassment. This made you grit your teeth, turning around to the demon who continued to idly chat to their table partner.

“Hey, what the hell is your problem?”

“No… MC you don’t have to-“

“My problem? What’s his problem? He’s been going a mile a minute without a single breath and it’s annoying. Plus he was talking too loud and basically made it hard for me to even have a conversation.” The demon sneered at you, leaning their cheek against their hand. “I basically did you a favor by saying what we’re all thinking.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, to argue for Levi, but he grabbed your hand gently. “It’s fine… I mean I was being weird and-“

“You know what.” You interrupted, looking at the demon. “We’re sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

You turned away from the demon’s table, leaving Levi to sit there and stare at you, doubt immediately filling his mind. Did you mean that? Did you agree with the demon? But you were staring at him so sweetly as he explained his game… Was he just seeing it- was-

Then he heard the sound of muffled yelling and the words of the demon desk mate of the other rude demon who interrupted you and Levi’s conversation. Levi turned back to see the demon clawing at their face, mainly their mouth, which appeared to be sealed shut, as if their lips were glued together. Levi turned to you when he saw your slightly sadistic smirk as the two demon deskmates hurried out of the room.

Levi looked at you, then back at the door the demon scurried out of, then back at you. You were smiling, those eyes explained everything he needed to know about what happened.

“We can’t interrupt their conversation if they can’t have one, can we?”

Levi stared at you like a fish out of water, wide eyes and red cheeks as his heart raced, confused thoughts racing through his mind. Why? Why do this for someone like him?

“Levi? Aren’t you gonna tell me more about the game? You have to! We’re gonna play it together, right? I gotta know all about it first so we can enjoy it!” Grinning playfully at him, all thoughts were thrown out of the window as he relaxed.

That’s right, he never wanted anything more than to talk to you.

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“MC! MC YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS!” He was practically shaking you before you even stepped foot in his door. Somehow he detected that you were walking down the hallway to his room and he opened the door before you knocked and said the passcode.

“Uh, what can’t I believe?” You gently put your hands on his shoulders to stop him from rattling your brain too much.

“COME IN! LOOK!” He dragged you inside and shut the door, locking it so no normies (his brothers) entered the room.

He pointed to his partially filled up bookshelf filled with hardcovers and manga volumes. There, on a lone shelf with a single hard book, was the infamous TSL book you saw when you first arrived to the Devildom and spoke to Levi.

“There’s finally a hardcover book on Tales of Seven Lords! Can you believe it!? I was the first one to revive the book! The hardcover no less! Look at it!” He grabbed it off the shelf and shoved it in your hands to look at the skillfully crafted art covered front.

“IM SO SO HAPPY! I could die! I could literally die right now!” He squealed and bounced up and down and barely even breathing from his excitement, on the verge of gritting his teeth as he clenched and unclenched his fists to conceal the urge to just explode! “OH! MC, so you know the third lord right!? The lord-“

“The Lord of Shadows.” You smiled at him fondly, as if reminiscing on a memory that was most treasured to you, the day you two first met, gazing at him with just as much devotion as it was in your words.

He stopped slowly, staring at you with wide eyes and he blinked. You knew about TSL? Well, it’s no wonder you knew about it, it’s pretty famous and he did ramble to you about it more than once, and during those rambles you’d always… Stare at him. With those eyes so soft and urging him to continue, never stopping him once. Even when he went on for hours and hours you never stopped him unless you wanted to get a snack or drink or use the bathroom, even then you always came back and would sit down right next to him and just… Listen. Usually incorporating your own thoughts into the conversation, but mainly letting him speak. And in those rambles, you remembered everything. The memories itself made him blush and heart pound, his hands sweating and his legs feel like jello.

Even now, the way you looked at him, it made him feel even worse, as if his legs would give out any moment and he would collapse into your arms and still you would look at him with that expression. So warm and loving, something he never thought in his loser life he’d see. He’s only seen it in anime, never IRL.

“Levi?” The sound of his name snapped him out of his stupor.

“Uh- Huh? What?”

“You were telling me about the Lord of Shadows, yeah? What did you wanna say?”

“I uh…” he can’t speak, his mouth feels dry as tears well up in his eyes, the overwhelming warmth crawling in his chest and prickling his skin. He wants to crush you in a hug, or he just wants to kiss you- okay no too far! He… He doesn’t know what to do with himself. All he can do is breathe shallowly as he stares at you, the tears running down his face.

“Levi?” You furrow your brows in concern, putting the book gently back in its place on the shelf, and stepping forward to him, a hand pressed against his cheek. “You alright?”

Oh the warmth of your skin sends tingles up his spine. He relaxes into the softness of your palm, more tears running down his face. It felt so right, so perfect, like time never passed and it was just you and him in this moment. He never thought he’d experience this normie encounter, this ‘love’, that he always watched or read about in cheesy anime romances, but the way you rubbed his tears away only made it more solid for him, more real.

“Are you okay?” You ask again, more quietly, softly, as if he would lurch away from you like a frightened fish.

“Yes…” He breathed out, sniffling. He shuts his eyes tightly, not being able to look you in the eye, and brings you into his arms, needing to feel more of your warmth, of your pure love. “I just… really, really, really like you. Like… uhm… like like you.”

You chuckle quietly as his embarrassment, running your fingers through his hair. “I like like you too, Lev.”

His blush only worsened as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin, holding you even tighter.

You always listened to him. You have him all the confidence he could ever want in the world, even if it wasn’t much. He’d promise that one day, he was gonna have enough confidence to let the words “love you” slip from his lips and not in his texts…

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Satan is angry. He was born angry. Angry over what? He never understood why he was angry, he just was. The urge to just destroy, to tear everything he touched, saw, smelled and tasted apart. To rip into everything and make sure nothing would be recognized from it, whether that be a person or an object.

He never understands why he’s like this.

He doesn’t wanna be like this. He doesn’t wanna constantly feel the rage bubbling inside his chest and cause him to clench his fists tight, to make him grit his teeth, to make the unshed tears of frustration well in his eyes and almost fall. He doesn’t want to feel them. He wants to understand why he feels this way constantly, why it gets to the point he wants to rip off his own skin, to claw his way out of his flesh and rip his hair out, to rip anyone apart, even his proclaimed brothers.

Satan was angry at them the most.

Anything they did made him angry and he hated being angry and he hated it when they did it constantly. The yelling, the pointless bickering, the scheming, Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer. He blamed Lucifer for all of this, for making him the way he is. He’s angry over something that’s now passed and what is his purpose now? What is he supposed to be angry about now? He doesn’t even know why he’s supposed to be angry in the first place, tell him Lucifer, tell him what the point is in being angry over something he doesn’t understand. Was this his punishment for a war he didn’t even realize he was apart of?

He doesn’t understand and that makes him even more angry. He hates being angry. He hates his brothers. He hates everything and it’s a pain because he doesn’t want to. He can only hope that this anger tires him out so he can sleep, the only time ever him and his brothers ever find peace.

But there is no peace or rest for Wrath.

It surges through him as Satan tosses the coffee table to the wall, shattering the glass and causing the wall to crack, leaving an indent in it. He yells at nothing, the animalistic snarls and growls echoing through the living room as he continues to break everything in his sight and throw everything. His brothers can only watch as he destroys the living room.

“Satan!” He hears Asmo yell. “Stop it! You’re gonna throw something at us! If something hits my face you’re so dead!”

“Seriously Satan, calm down! It’s not the serious!” Mammon chimed in, trying to enter the living room but was quickly conked in the head by a hardcover book. “OW! Hey! That’s it! When you’re done with yer little temper tantrum, you better run!”

“Shut up, you imbecile!” Satan yelled, his throat tightening. He hates what he’s doing but he can’t help it. The anger hurts so much he can’t help but destroy. Even the precious books we was starting to enjoy, the thing that taught him what he needed to know about this new world he was created in.

“Satan,” HIS voice finds its way in Satan’s ears and he tenses, gritting his teeth, the anger almost bursting inside of him like a volcano, only worsening at the sound of Lucifer. “Don’t make me have to string you up at the chandelier again.”

Satan turned his head to his eldest brother, a sneer present across his face. They both stares each other down, Satan’s wrath boiling over. He was on the verge of pouncing when you suddenly showed up. You must’ve heard the commotion of crashing and yelling while on your way to HOL and came over immediately, maneuvering your way through the brothers.

Satan stares back at you, the rage inside of him still eating it’s way out of him. He wants to hurt you too. And that’s what makes him hate himself and his sin even more.

“Satan?” Your voice calls to him as he clenched his fists, shaking with anger. The frustrated tears began to leak from his eyes, down his cheeks, his teeth clenched so tight they could break.

“Hey,” you approach him slowly, taking small steps forward, your arms raised and open for him. “Cmere. It’s alright, let’s breathe, okay?”

“We’ve been telling him to breathe!” Asmo said with a pout. “But he wouldn’t-“

You looked at Asmo and he closed his mouth, seeing the look in your eyes saying “not now” and he understood. The brothers were ushered away by Lucifer when you looked at him. Crowding Satan wasn’t helping and you knew this.

“Satan?” You called again, his name sliding off of your lips like it was a name that was only meant for a demon that is important.

He couldn’t answer you as he continued to tremble, his nails digging into his palms.

“Hey…” You motioned your arms a little with a smile, stepping forward, closer to him, only inches away. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

He nods, slowly, swallowing hard as he tries to breathe but it comes off as rapid and heavy, given that he basically trashed the entire living room for half an hour.

Your warm arms wrapped around his torso. He was stiff as a board, still shaking, not returning your hug, afraid of hurting you if he even dared to touch you. Your hold was gentle as you brought his head closer to your shoulder for him to lean into, his heavy breathing hitting your neck as well as a bit of sweat and the tears that went down his face. Your fingers danced through his blonde hair. Your breathing was relaxed, composed, your heartbeat did not skip. It was calm. You were calm. Not worried at all around him, only leaning your head on his as your fingers continued to thread through his hair.

Satan’s shaky hands slowly came up around you, finding their way to your shirt, gripping it tightly, almost close to tearing it from his sharp nails. His face buried itself further into the crook of your neck, the tears hitting your skin hard as he breathed out shakily, biting his tongue to silence himself and try and hold himself together, but his resolve was breaking at the seams from how you held him so gently, like he was the fragile one and not the demon that destroyed everything in the house.

His breath hitched and a choked back cry left his throat, his legs slowly giving out beneath him as he began to crumple to the floor. You followed him, guiding his body down to the ground and still continuing to hold him. He was practically in your lap now, legs tightly around your waist as tightly as the hands that gripped your shirt. His anger began to simmer to a halt immediately, the scent of you overwhelming it, bringing his racing heart to a calming pace as he matched your breathing. The adrenaline coming down, leaving him at an all time low.

It was never usually like this after his rampages… He never felt this much clarity, no matter how bittersweet.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He didn’t give any indication of yes or no, simply keeping still.

“Was it your brothers?”

A slow nod. Yes.

“They say something to you?”

He shook his head. No.

“Mm. Too loud today?”

Nod. Yes.

“I’m guessing you were reading?”

He didn’t even need to nod for you to know. You sighed quietly. You’d have to scold them. But that could come later.

“I’m sorry…” his voice rasped out, muffled by your skin.

“About the furniture? Don’t worry, I got it covered-“

“No. About the book. The book I was reading.” He said, his grip on you getting tighter, like an apology. “It got so loud I snapped it in half… All of the pages were everywhere and that made me angrier… You got that book for me and I wanted to read it in the living room but they just ruined it… They ruined the reading time I wanted and I ruined the book… I’m sorry… I’m so-“

“Hey,” you move your hand up to his cheek, making him reluctantly move himself away from your neck and look into your eyes. “Don’t worry about the book. I’m more worried about you. I can always get another for you.”

You were worried about him. There was no doubt you saw the state of the living room; the overturned, torn couches that bled out fluff everywhere, the scratched up walls with a few dents in them from him throwing everything he could at them, broken glass here and there, splinters, and more. And yet you were more concerned about him.

Satan’s heart pounded softy in his chest, tightening, he swallowed again. He wasn’t angry or overwhelmed with rage, just warm. A good warm. A warmth that could only be described as admiration as the soft look started to get into his head, unable to remove it from his memory, which it was engrained in.

He buried his face back into your neck. He was exhausted and you weren’t making it any easier on him. The exhaustion of his rampage hit him like a truck and the warmth of your words and your body only soothed him further. Is this what the brothers meant by the Celestial Realm? Describing the bliss of it, the clarity, the pure warmth with the sun constantly beaming down on them. You were Satan’s sun in the dark Devildom, lulling him to sleep.

You smile at him and kiss his temple, the flesh tingling after your lips leave his skin. His heart was practically buzzing now.

You always took care of him…

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“MC, is there a reason you’re covering my eyes?”

“It’s a surprise! You’ll know it when you see it! Oh- watch your footing here, there’s a few holes in the pavement.”

Your hands covered Satan’s eyes, leading him over to who-knows-where with a smile on your face, almost mischievous, or maybe it just looked that way due to your excitement. You led him carefully through the Devildom Main Street, going past stores and other shops, mindful of the demons walking past the two of you. Your smile only grew as you made him stop.

“Are we there?”

“Yup! You just need to reach out your hand, okay? Push.” You instructed, leading him to the door.

He followed your instructions and pushed open the door, the sound of a bell chiming and the scent of coffee and tea enveloping his senses, as well as the sudden feeling of something rubbing against his leg. You removed your hands and suddenly Satan’s eyes adjusted to the soft lights, as well as the noise of… meowing?

He looked down to see an orange cat rubbing itself against his leg, purring loudly and chittering as it did so. Satan’s eyes grew wide as he looked at him, a bubbling of excitement building in his chest. He looked at you.

“Surprise! It’s a cat cafe! It opened a few weeks ago and I just had to bring you! They even have a little bookshop just across the way so it’s pretty convenient and cozy, yeah? Oh! Before that!” You grabbed his hand and led him to a booth by the window. “I got us seats reserved beforehand!”

Satan could only mutely follow your lead and sit down at the booth, the orange cat returning to jump onto the table and sit there proudly, a little lazy smile on its face. Satan looked at you again.

“You- You did this for me?”

“Mhm!” A waiter came by and handed you the menus and you skimmed through it, already knowing what was on the menu given that this cafe was there in the future, you having gone to it multiple times before with Satan.

Satan could barely breathe as you handed him the menu, looking down at it and then to the cat, who slowly blinked at him. He slowly blinked back with a small smile. You snickered under your breathe when you practically saw stars forming in his eyes at the orange cat that now lazily laid itself on the table, as if it owned the place, as expected of many cats.

“Thank you MC…” He said, petting the cat on its side with a soft smile. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I didn’t.” You smiled. “But I wanted to.”

Satan has always read about love in romance novels, always seen how the author describes love as a bundle of emotions that mix into one, becoming overwhelming, in a way that is painful, but it feels good, the pain, as it is described. Needing to hold the lover so tightly, needing more and more of their mind, body, and soul, needing their warmth, unable to breathe unless speaking their name. And when they speak their name of their lover, it’s like taking a breath in of their existence and exhaling it, needing more and more of their entire being that consumes the mind of the protagonist.

Satan never understood the feeling until now. Gazing upon you as the streetlights beam through the window and cast upon your face, almost like a halo or as if you were descending from the Heavens and in front of him now. Satan could barely breathe, nor think, for the very first time. This feeling he felt, he realized that it would last lifetimes, even more. Seeing you would be like falling in love for the very first time.

He began to thank his Father in the Celestial Realm, a Father whom he’s never met, but thanks him anyway, for creating you, for letting you sit in the booth with him now.

He doesn’t even realize your hand had enveloped his across the table, fingers intertwined perfectly. His fingers closed in on your hand. Oh your warmth… His heart pounded and eyes began to tear up without his notice.

Oh the love inside his chest as he stared at you, never breaking the silence with you and enjoying the bliss of the somewhat quiet cafe, the occasional chatter of demons, the clang of silverware, the meowing the cats. He felt no anger boil inside of him, just peace, peace for the very first time.

“I love you, MC.” He blurted out, the word ‘love’ heavy on his tongue, exhaling your name. He felt like it wasn’t enough.

Your smile made his heart almost stop. “I love you too Satan.”

He firmly head your hand, blinking back the tears that came from the weird familiarity that bloomed in his chest. It’s like he’s known you for decades, even more, and loved you for longer.

“I love you.” He repeats, more softly.

There’s a glint in your eyes, like you know. Like you’ve always known. “I love you too.”

He was born from rage, but you give him new purpose, you complete his newly formed heart. And he hopes that his existence can complete yours, as well.

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Asmodeus is beautiful, everyone knows this. The Jewel of the Heavens, now the Jewel of Hell. Quite literally a diamond in the rough. But somehow he shines despite this, and he knows this, he can tell by the way some demons start to warm up to him, or begin to stare for longer at him than they previously did when he first arrived at the Devildom.

He adores the attention. He craves it. He knows he’s beautiful, but to be appreciated for his beauty is even more than what he could ask for.

But yet it isn’t enough. He loves it yet somehow it… irritates him.

Perhaps it is the fact he’s still seen as the jewel of heaven? Loved for who he once was, not the beauty of who he is now? Maybe they are right with how they viewed him. His old self was probably better than who he is now. No longer as pure as he was, no longer with those beautiful wings and now stuck with the ugly leather and scorpion tail.

He knows he’s beautiful, he does. But yet why does he feel sick looking at himself in the reflection of his mirror, no longer seeing himself as Asmodeus and rather a stranger.

Asmo is torn between his thoughts, trying to find himself among the doubt, the insecurity, the pain of who he is. Give him the attention he deserves, the attention he needs, but see him.

See him… Please.

Love him.

Please…

I can’t be the only one that loves myself, can I?

But then you came into his life, to his brothers lives, in all your glory as a human being in the scary Devildom, completely unafraid by the demons around you, their strength, and the strange ingredients and the wildlife that surrounds you.

At first, he thought you would be like most humans he heard demons talk about, including angels. All humans are known for being helpless against temptation, all falling to the urges of power or lust, it was quite simple to do. But with you, it’s like you saw right through him, eyes sharp and looking past the persona he’s built for himself for eons, all in a single glance.

It terrified him.

You somehow could read him as easily as a book and it scared him. You saw past his beauty and it scared him. You saw his insecurities in himself, the occasional doubt, and it makes him almost want to cry. You could easily use this ability to your advantage, take him down a notch, to ruin him in the Devildom, or to use him as your own benefit.

But you don’t.

Instead, you protect him with your life practically on the line, forgetting you are a lone human (aside from Solomon) in a realm of demons, protecting him from the lowlife that try and take advantage of him as the newly established Avatar of Lust.

You two were at Majolshi. You came with him often in the Devildom, acting like a guard dog in a way, and keeping him up to date with a latest Devildom fashion. After all, he’s trying to establish himself in the Devildom as an influencer.

“Hey, Asmo,” you called to him. He looked up from the rack of clothes he was filing through. “I’m gonna go to the register to check these out, okay? If you wanna get any more, just hand it to me, my treat.”

Asmo gave you a surprised look and then pouted. “Darling! I could easily pay for everything! You may be my attendant, but you don’t need to spoil me so much!”

“But I like spoiling you.” Your smile was sweeter than sweet, like saccharine, and it made his heart jump to his throat. It threw all other thoughts out the window and he nodded dumbly, accepting you paying for him.

He looked back at the rack and felt his cheeks heat up, a dumb smile on his face. He was acting as if he were a Highschool teen that had a crush. He couldn’t help but silently giggle to himself as he thought of it, considering it so silly. But he didn’t mind it… He’s always been a sucker for romances. And adding you to the mix only made it worse.

Then suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist. He froze.

The thing about Asmo is that he knew your touch like the back of his hand. Your touch was soft, warm, any imperfections in your hands he has memorized, practically engraved into his skin.

This was not your touch.

It was cold. Rough. Unfamiliar.

It made him sick.

“Hey there,” the feeling of disgusting hot breath fanned on his beautiful skin, causing his nose to curl in disgust. “You’re the Avatar of Lust, right? Asmodeus? Yknow, I don’t understand how the Celestial Realm could get rid of a prize like you.”

Asmo clenched his fists, ready to toss this disgusting filth into a wall and break all of their limb.

“Oh well, more for us here in the Devildom, right?”

“Hey!”

The sound of your voice was like hearing a heroine arrive in a moment of bleakness. Asmo perked up but immediately felt his heart drop when you stopped over to him and the stranger, anger present on your face. You couldn’t possibly be thinking of attacking the demon, could you? As a human? You’d surely die! Or- Or-

You punched the demon square in the jaw, throwing them into the ground and immediately tackling them. Asmo could only gasp as you used all your strength inside your body to practically tear this demon apart with your bare hands, gritting your teeth and cursing under your breath. To others, you’d look like an unhinged animal, but to him, you couldn’t he anymore beautiful.

A worker came over and ripped you off of the demon, ushering you two to leave with your paid for items in hand.

You were panting as you and Asmo stood there in the street. Asmo was silent as you looked him over.

“You okay?” You asked, grabbing his hand. Your knuckles were cut open and bloody. He felt his heart break seeing your beautiful skin all torn.

“I should be asking you that…” He mumbled, grabbing your hand with a frown. “You didn’t need to do that for me, I’m not fragile…”

“I know this,” you said quickly, but then blushed a little and rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. “I just want to protect you! Cause I’m your attendant!”

“But you’re also human.” He whispered, eyes flickering to the people walking up and down the street.

“I know. But that won’t stop me from doing everything I can to protect you.”

Asmo felt his heart skip a beat at your words, his face further heating up, and he squealed quietly and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your hair as you chuckle.

He loves you. He adores you. He loves you so, so much.

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“Lamb, I don’t understand why you want to do this for me. As much as I love and appreciate it, I can do my makeup on my own!” Asmo pouted at you as you applied his foundation, softly dabbing the sponge across his face.

You only smile and pick up the brush to apply the red blush on his cheeks. “I know this but I like doing it anyways.”

It had been only a month ago when he asked you to do his makeup once, opting to know how you’d do his makeup and to brag to his brothers at how close the two of you were. But something changed the day you did his makeup. The way you would stop for a moment, staring directly into his eyes. It wasn’t like you were under his hypnosis or influence, he found that you were immune to it, but somehow you acted as if you were completely enamored by him.

And you were.

Even now, you caressed his cheek and would glance into his eyes, so close to him but not close enough. It started to make his heart race, his cheeks burst with color, and hands grow sweaty. It was strange for the Avatar of Lust to act so smitten with a mere human, yet here he was, completely floored for you.

You applied the blush to his cheeks, the bristles tickling his skin and he giggles lightly, unable to keep still in his seat.

“You’re so cute.” He said, wanting badly to just kiss your face, to hold it in his hands, but he had to keep himself still, lest you accidentally apply the blush to his forehead.

You said nothing, grabbing the lipstick, and grabbing his chin gently, as if he were a doll. This gave him a chance to look directly into your own eyes.

He hated it when you applied his lipstick, it forced him to look into those gorgeous eyes of yours and it made him fall even harder than he did previously. He swallowed as you gently moved the lipstick across his bottom lip first, glancing up at him and the way he stared back at you. Your smile only worsened the pounding in his chest. Was the air always this thick?

As you applied to the top lip, he could feel himself drown in the pools of your eyes, like you had his power instead. And the more he stared, the more he didn’t mind being completely miffed by you, being under your control. And it’s even more knowing that as much as he worships you, practically on the verge of kissing your feet, you worshipped him just as much in a way that makes him just want to hold you for eternity.

“Asmo?” Your voice called to him, already done. Though, you didn’t need to do much to enhance his beauty.

“Y-Yes?” He cursed himself for sounding so nervous, demanding confidence. It was so strange how he would become so flustered when it should be the other way around!

“You’re so beautiful…”

He’s heard his many time from others, but from you, it meant more.

To you, the word beauty described his whole being. His soul. His body. His mind. All completely beautiful to you, going past beauty and turning it into something more, something he couldn’t describe. The love in your eyes went beyond his own, somehow, going beyond your years.

All adoring him.

He finds himself tearing up, grasping desperately at your hand tightly, swallowing his spit to hydrate his drying throat.

“I love you.”

Lust was never suppose to love, was it? At least, that’s what he’s heard, as an Angel. Lust was selfish, demanding, carnal and uncaring, but you’ve shown him that it is more than what it was painted. There was a need there, a desire, a craving, an itch you cannot quite scratch. All of it filled him with Love.

You leaned in forward to him, pressing your forehead gently on his, your breath fanning against his lips. He holds your face in his hands, keeping you there in front of him, never taking his eyes off of you.

He begins to realize that Solomon sees this face everyday. To wake up to you everyday.

And he envy’s Solomon. What a lucky man…

“I love you too Asmodeus.”

And it sealed it for him.

He will never crave another body of a demon, human, nor angel as much as he craves you. No one could even compare. All he sees is you.

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Beelzebub is indifferent towards you, at first he believed he was. All that was on his mind was hunger, which irritated him. He loves food, don’t get him wrong, but the agonizing gnawing that comes with Gluttony is both painful and a nuisance. Though, he’s learned to just deal with it now, given that it’s his sin.

Though his brothers don’t seem to understand when he says he’s hungry. They don’t seem to understand the anger that comes with his Gluttony that claws its way in his stomach. It makes him think of everyone as meat, which scares him a little.

“Hey Beel, is something the matter?” Belphie had asked, albeit sleepily.

It was one afternoon at RAD and Beelzebub was bouncing his knee, gripping his stomach as if he were in pain, and biting his inner lip, trying to make the time go by faster. He looked to his twin.

“I’m hungry.”

Belphie was probably the only one who could understand the pain, if only for a little bit. Though, he wouldn’t understand the entirety, he understood more than the others. He pat Beel on the back to attempt to comfort him, but it didn’t do much.

“Lunch is in a few minutes, big guy, don’t worry.” Belphie said with a sympathetic smile.

Beel tried to smile back but it turned into a grimace as his stomach knotted, almost making him think it was eating itself. Then suddenly, you burst in the room, the professor, long since having stopped the lesson and leaving a few minutes of free time, jumped up at the sudden noise.

You matched over to Beel and opened your backpack, throwing out a bunch of snacks on the table of various Devildom chips and chocolates, a few being your favorites. You were sweating like you were running down the hall at full speed, he could hear your heartbeat pounding.

“Here you go Beel.” You huffed and puffed. You sighed and wiped your forehead. “Sorry! I felt that you were hungry so I ran all the way here when my class was wrapping up the lesson.”

“You… Felt I was hungry?” Beel tilted his head at you, eyeing the various treats and his mouth watered.

“Yeah! It’s like a sixth sense. Or maybe… An either sense? I have various senses for all of your brothers. Like now, I feel like Satan is about to flip his lid.” You giggled a little bit, rubbing the back of your neck.

Beel’s heart skipped a beat. “Thank you…” he whispered with a soft smile on his lips, opening up a bag of chips and eating it, he paused when you settled your hand on his head.

“Make sure to eat slowly, okay? I know it’s hard, but savoring it will make the time pass by faster for lunch, okay?”

He nodded mindlessly to you gentle smile, you give Belphie the same headpat, ruffling his already messy hair a bit. He grunted and poured a little but it made you smile even wider, rushing out the room to presumably stop Satan from breaking one of the tables in the classroom again.

Beel stared down at the table filled with snacks, his stomach had stopped its growling, the only sound that filled his ears was the sound of his own heartbeat picking up tempo. Belphie looked to his twin, seemingly sensing what he was feeling.

“You still hungry Beel?”

“Yes…” He gingerly took a chip and ate it slowly, savoring it, like you said. A small smile made its way to his lips. “But not as much anymore.”

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It’s no secret that you take care of Beelzebub a lot, no secret to his brothers that you have snacks on deck, and it’s no secret that whenever you’re around, his hunger seems to be kind to him and calm down after eating away at him. You’re also soft, which fits the dilemma for him as a soft giant. He towers over his brothers, minus Lucifer, who is only an inch shorter than him (though, he likes to smile at the thought, occasional ideas of holding stuff up to where Lucifer can’t reach, but the last time he did it, he was smacked on the head). Depending on your height, he’s relatively taller than you. But you always have had a hold on him in many ways that he didn’t realize.

It was one night where you and Beel were sitting together in the spare room, a room which you said was “familiar to you,” a similar feeling the brothers all had to the room. Even Belphie, who would sleep there more often than not.

The TV went on while the two of you watched a movie, a random movie that Beel had no opinion to it, just the fact it was new. You seemed to enjoy it, so he kept watching it with you. But he was more focused on the mass amount of popcorn in front of him, all in a huge bowl. He munched away at it, already, half of it was gone. You were next to him.

You then suddenly leaned in closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, Beel looked at you for a moment and swallowed the popcorn in his mouth. He was hungry still but grabbed a bit of popcorn and held it up to your lips. You mindlessly ate it, not really paying attention to anything other than the movie, or were just in your own world.

Beel smiled and continued to feed you, completely ignoring his own hunger, finding satisfaction in seeing you eat. It was strange, really. He couldn’t explain it. Every time you ate, he would stare, watching you chew and smile a little at the taste of the food, or look blissfully happy whenever you had something you really enjoyed, like the chocolates from Madam Scream’s or their pudding.

That’s when he stopped, realizing that the half filled bowl started to grow smaller, had he been feeding you all this time? You seemed to notice when your mouth finally realized it needed water.

“Thanks for the popcorn, Beel.” You laughed a little pausing the movie. His face grew a little pink.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. Thank you.”

Beel smiled a little and proceeded to pull you in closer, your back against his chest, his face buried in the side of your neck, holding you close. He wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling burning inside his chest, smelling the scent of your skin. Being near you felt right. The hunger was silenced and he felt full around you, but he couldn’t help but want more of you. You didn’t seem to mind his hold on you, opting to lean back against him and watch the movie, which was nearing its end, but there was no doubt he would continue to hold you even after the movie.

“You want any more popcorn?”

Surprisingly he shook his head and huffed, tightening his grip around you. Not enough to hurt you given his size, just firmly enough to where you can’t move a whole lot.

“Something wrong Beel?“ You ask. Though you know he’s perfectly fine, you just have to be sure. He’s a strong and loving giant, he can be a bit sensitive.

“Mhm. Just wanna hold you…”

You reach your hand up to put your hand to his hair, tilting your head to the side and kissing the side of his head. His arms tightened again, a smile on his face.

He never felt this way before, this much love all for one person. He loves his family and you being apart of it makes it even better. He doesn’t even believe he knows a world where you aren’t apart of it, nor does he ever want to experience it. He doesn’t want to imagine a world where you aren’t in his arms like this, where he doesn’t feed you or eat meals with him and his brothers.

“I love you, MC.”

He blurts it out without even realizing it until he says it, the word love is so sweet on his tongue. He hears you laugh a little. He can feel your heartbeat close to his ear.

“I love you too Beelz.”

After all he’s been through, he never thought he deserved a moment of peace after what he’s lost, but he’s learning to forgive himself. All because of you.

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Belphie is spoiled. Everyone in the Devildom knows this and everyone in the Celestial realm knows this. Given that he’s the youngest, he’s able to get away with almost anything. Lucifers punishments are akin to a slap on the wrist when it comes to his pranks. Mammon also spoils him rotten, mainly with “mysterious” gifts of soft blankets and pillows and then randomly asking Belphie about them, if he liked them, and trying to justify that is wasn’t him because; “why would I buy somethin’ like that when I can spend it on somethin’ I’d want!” But Belphie isn’t stupid and knows it’s him, but he stops asking if it’s him to keep him quiet so he can nap.

But he’s spoiled brat tendencies never really come out, unless it’s with you.

He pouts and gives you the silent treatment whenever you say you can’t come to the HOL, but quickly gives it up because that takes too much energy when he could spend it talking to you.

He’s also a brat when he comes over to you whenever you are at the HOL and flops himself practically on top of you, smothering you with his body weight, and falling asleep without a care in the world. He’ll only care if you try and get up.

He never was really like this with you, he was mainly indifferent towards you, but after the events of finding out you’re a human and slowly getting closer to you after all that’s happened, he’s was starting to get attached to you, especially when you started cuddling him.

The first time it happened, you had shown up to the HOL to take care of Levi and Asmo fighting this time around, which was surprising since they usually barely even registered one another. It was something about Levi being a shut in and what not, but either way, you took care of it.

You had sat down on the couch after it all, sighing, deciding that maybe you should just pass out from all the running around you had to do. You were an attendant, sure, but you were also a human too, energy tends to deplete faster than you expect.

Belphie suddenly appeared, pillow in arm, eyes all droopy. He’s sleepy, as far as you can tell, but he also looks a bit bitter.

“Move…” He muttered out.

“Pardon?”

“I said move.” He was sounding like a grumpy five year old with how he was acting, a five year old that didn’t have their nap yet.

You snicker at the thought, which made him pout further. You groan. “Just lay your head on my lap if you’re that tired.”

This made him feel wide awake. His eyes widen a fraction. He never really thought about laying his head on your lap. He mainly only ever laid his head on the laps of his brothers, well, mostly by force, unless it’s Beel. Beel is more than happy to let his twin sleep near him. But then there’s you.

Belphie thought for a moment and then sat down on the couch near you, leaning down to put his head in your lap. You sigh and lean your head back again against the cushions of the couch, hearing the crackle of the fire in the living room.

He was stiff until you started running your fingers through his hair and he immediately relaxed, his eyes growing heavy again.

It was strange.

For a moment it felt like time stilled, like all else had disappeared and it left just the two of you.

He’s never felt more warm in the Devildom before when it feel so cold all around him, so unnatural.

But you somehow make his life feel more normal, more like home. He still felt bitter, bitter towards you, mainly being human, he sometimes wishes you were a demon, but the more he thought about the more he never saw you as a demon in the first place. You are far too trusting, empathetic and considerate and a bit of a smart ass while making a few dumb decisions here and there. So perfectly human.

Was this how Lilith felt when she met her human?

Belphie couldn’t help but feel so bittersweet while laying there, head in your lap, hand against your thigh, letting you run your fingers through his hair gently, partly caressing his face.

He shut his eyes and yawned. His yawn affected you, the two of you growing sleepy together. He could feel it too, your drowsiness. His hand inched closer to yours, grabbing it gently, his pointer and middle finger encircling your own lazily.

Belphie smiled and closed his eyes, quickly drifting off into a quiet dream, a dream where it’s just you and him just together. No words needed.

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Belphie learned he could enter dreams the night he went into yours by accident.

It was an accident, truly. He didn’t mean to enter it. The two of you were just in the attic space, laying on the plush bed with the hundreds of pillows and blankets, sleeping the day away, when he fell asleep.

His dream, rather your dream, was dark. Just pitch black. It was like being in a silent, dark room, searching for a light, but somehow you could see yourself.

Belphie moved forward, though slowly, like moving through tar. He stopped when he heard light gasping, choking.

He only turned a fraction to his left to see it. A figure, closely resembling himself, holding you by one hand, tightly gripping your throat. Veins pulsed and bulged beneath your skin, even he could feel his face throbbing as the breath escaped you.

Belphie watched in horror.

His heart was racing. His stomach at the pits of whatever darkness was beneath his feet. Hands shaking and body strangely cold.

He hated that look on your face, the tears that streamed down your cheeks, how utterly helpless you looked.

You were his attendant, always so brave in his eyes. Not even wavering against Lucifer’s rage, not once.

And yet you were helpless against this strange, black silhouette that held his image, foggy yet so clear.

Belphie charged at his shadow self and grabbed it, tossing it to the side, forcing it away with whatever sheer will he could muster. It clawed, it snarled like an animal, it cursed and yelled but Belphie shut her ears to the nonsense it was sprouting with clenched fists.

He would never do that to you.

But…

He looked down at you, your gasping form, writhing in agony.

He felt like this happened before.

But why?

He wouldn’t hurt you, he would never hurt you! You loved him, his brothers, Beel! You took care of them, you adored them, you spoiled them rotten, especially him. Your care was gentle as your love was passionate. Why would he ever want to hurt you??

You looked up, fear flashing across your face.

Please… Don’t look at him like that…

Belphie shook himself from the dream, waking up with his head on your chest and body in between your legs. You were somehow still asleep, but with a look of discomfort.

Belphie grabbed your hand, firmly, and sniffled against your shirt, shutting his eyes tightly.

He wanted to give you a good dream, you deserved to have that, at the very least. You, of all people, do not deserve to be tortured senselessly for no reason.

As he rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, mostly to calm himself as he listened to your heartbeat growing steady, he heard you sigh and that discomfort left your face, relaxing into a smile.

Belphie took this moment to let his lower lip quiver and a small cry left his lips and a little sniffle. He let go of your hand.

He needed to go. There’s no way he could be around you if… If there was a chance he ever hurt you.

As he moved, you shifted.

“Belphie?”

He jumped when he heard you call his name, wiping his eyes in a hurried manner.

“You saw, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a known secret you still had nightmares about that day, albeit rarely. Sometimes it just happens whenever your brain decides to torment you. And these were one of those days. And it was even worse it was with Belphie who really ended up being in your dream, saving you from himself.

His nod only confirmed it, which made your heart break. You sighed and reached for his hand and, just as he grabbed yours, held it firmly.

“…do you really think I’d do that to you…?”

“No. Not now. But would you have when you found out I was human?”

“…I don’t think so? I don’t know.. it was happening so fast then, I don’t see why I would just- just do that. I was a little angry that you lied to me, mostly, but I wouldn’t have-“

“Killed me?”

The word made him flinch. Human mortality was no secret. It never bothered him until now, he never thought about it until now, of how many times you put your life in danger for the sake of his brothers when your life could easily be snuffed out in a blink.

This is how Lilith felt, isn’t it?

“Belphie,” you brought him out of his thoughts. “You guys scare me sometimes, but I know that you won’t actually kill me.”

There’s something that lingers in your eyes that he can’t place. A knowing. You bring your free hand to his cheek and caress it.

“I love you, you know this Belphie.”

Belphie nods with a little ‘mhm’. He feels so pathetic, he should be comforting you, not acting like a little kid. He takes his hand away from you and kneels down in front of you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and burying face in your stomach.

“I’d do anything for you, you know,” he said, a little muffled by the fabric. “You’re everything to us, to me. I’ll throw the whole Devildom upside down if you want me to.”

You chuckle a little. “And not taking a break to sleep?”

“I’d give up sleeping forever if you wanted me to. Id do it if that would make you happy.”

“Woah, don’t need to go that far. I don’t want to torment you!”

“Stop making fun of me, I’m seriously.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. You’re just so cute.”

Belphie blushed and huffed as you continued to lightly chuckle at his words.

“I’m serious. I would do anything you wanted me to. Id cut off my own hands before touching you in a way that hurts you, MC. Just ask me to and Id do it.”

You sigh, running your fingers through his hair, “I know Belphie, and it won’t come to that. I trust you. Do you trust me?”

“Trust you for what?”

“Trust me to believe in you? In your ability to keep me safe?”

He was silent for a moment, then he nodded. “I trust you.”

“Then there’s no need for promises. Let’s just trust each other, okay? Promises can be forgotten.”

“Not for me, I’ll always remember to cut my hands off if you wanted.”

“Belphie.”

“Kidding.”

“I have a feeling you’re not.”

Belphie smiled into your shirt and giggled a little, letting you pet his hair.

Whatever that was in your dream, whether it was him or not, he’d be damned again to the deepest, darkest pits of the Devildom before ever hurting you or making you cry.

#obey me asmodeus #x reader #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #fluff #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me x mc #obey me x you #gender neutral reader #obey me nightbringer

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And Gabriel is the breath of His command, but Michael is the sword in God’s right hand.

- Joyce Kilmer

When the Deathless, an Ancient Evil that hasn’t been seen in over two million years, returns to Earth, it threatens the extremely precarious peace that has settled between the warring factions of Heaven and Hell.

God, in an effort to protect Humanity from the consequences of a war between the Angels and Demons, sends Heaven’s best warriors to banish the Deathless once more.

When that ultimately fails, it is declared that God’s Sworn Sword and Heaven’s Chief Angel will be charged with finding a way to destroy the Deathless once and for all.

That Angel is you.

The Archangel Michael.

⚔︎ Customise your Archangel Michael. Choose their human name, gender, pronouns, titles, appearance, etc.

⚔︎ Five romance options with two poly options.

⚔︎ Create your own family on Earth and learn to truly appreciate humanity for yourself.

⚔︎ Or perhaps you’ll decide that Lucifer had the right idea and turn against your creator too…

⚔︎ The Forsaken Sword will be coded on ChoiceScript (for now) and is rated 18+ (please see list of trigger warnings).

PERSONALITY STATS | SKILL STATS | TRIGGER WARNINGS | MICHAEL’S ATTITUDE TOWARDS HUMANITY | FAQ

APPEARANCES | FAMILY MEMBERS | FRIENDSHIPS

THE FALLEN [M/F]

Lucifer has a reputation for being exceptionally charming and dangerously beautiful, making people fall at their feet for a scrap of their affection. However, Lucifer can also be very cold and has a cruel streak that often comes out to play, especially when they're bored.

While, they might seem like they don't care about you at first, in their eyes, you belong to them and you always have, not even the Deathless can erase that claim.

THE SOUL [M/F]

Evzen/Eliska is a Reaper that Michael has come across a few times as they are one of the Division Heads that have to report on the Souls to the Angels. They come across as stoic and unflappable, but if someone flirts with them, they're surprisingly easy to fluster.

They respect you, but they are reluctant to get close to the Head Angel of Heaven at first, especially considering most Angels do not hold Reapers in high esteem.

THE DIVINE [NB]

Kavi is an Angel that works directly under Raphael. They're intelligent and love learning, so if anyone could find a way to destroy the Deathless, it would be them. They're bright and bubbly, but it would take some work for them to notice that someone had feelings for them.

They admire you and jumped at the chance to work with you. In fact, some might argue that they even have a little crush on you.

THE UNHOLY [M/F]

Jianyu/Jiayi is a Demon that Lucifer considers one of their most trusted Generals. In comparison with Lucifer, Jia is much gentler and more serene. They rarely lose their temper, but there's a reason that Lucifer chose them and that means you'd be wise to never underestimate them.

They're neutral towards you to begin with, but they're always polite and they won't hesitate to protect you if needed.

THE DEATHLESS [M/F/NB]

They've been waiting for you, and now you're in their playground…..they're not willing to let you go. Even if they have to burn the world to keep you.

POLY OPTIONS [BOTH TRIAD]

THE DIVINE & THE UNHOLY

THE FALLEN & THE SOUL

#the forsaken sword if #if game #if wip #interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive novel #cog wip

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ohmybunnny · 8 months

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sapphicmoonlightlilith · 4 months

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drowstiel trying their hardest to take sabriwena seriously is a concept that gets me out of bed in the morning.

imagine youre the worlds most bisexual man/former demon dean winchester in a poly relationship of supernatural powerful beings and your biggest issue is not that the world keeps trying to end like once a year or that god hates you and your whole found family but rather that your brother (a human man/student witch/ex-psychic) is dating your boyfriend's absent mom (an immortal witch whos canonically the deadliest on the planet), AND your other boyfriend's brother (an archangel who took on a trickster gods persona to escape family drama).

id try to end the world i think

#supernatural #drowstiel #deancascrowley #sabriwena #sabwena #sabrena #dean winchester #crowley macleod #castiel #sam winchester #rowena macleod #gabriel spn #gabriel/sam/rowena #dean/cas/crowley #spn tag

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writingsofwesteros · 4 months

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Biblical Verse

Summary: “25 years ago, God disappeared. His angels held man responsible and declared war on humanity. The Archangel Gabriel led this war of extermination, hoping to rid the world of humans and claim dominion over it. Some higher angels refused to take sides, but the lower angels joined Gabriel. These lesser spirits lacked bodies, so their first line of attack was to steal ours. But Michael, the greatest of all Archangels, chose to fight for man. With his help, the survivors struck back and built strongholds to defend themselves. Soon, word spread of a baby Michael had saved, a child who would grow up to be mankind’s saviour. This Chosen One would be known by the markings on his body. Finally, Gabriel and his army retreated, and we were left with the realisation that not only are angels real…they are our most hated enemies.”

Character List

Aemond as Michael -- Robyn as Queen of Helena (city of women)

Rhaenyra as Uriel -- Sienna as Pandora --Bobby B as Raphael

Viserys as God -- Alicent as Eve -- Sonja as Lilith --Daemon as Lucifer

Criston as Adam -- Stev as Virgin Mary -- Baelon as Gabriel

Corlys as Leviathan -- Joanna and Tywin Lannister as the Lord & Lady of the capitol

Aegon as the chosen one --

--- Characters Needed

Aemond/Michael's paramore

Chapters

The occasional sin is good for the soul

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Desires of the heart are the least pure

TV Tropes

Enemies to Lovers

Dream Sex

Poly

#biblical verse #to be updated #masterlist

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I'm Willing to Do Anything

Pairing: Lucifer x Klein/my MC (Klein is poly)

This is Part 4 of my Rise of the Archon of Sin series, which takes place after my MC's sacrifice in Lesson 38 of the OG. I started this series in July 2022 and still haven't finished it yet...*lies on the floor in laziness and procrastination*

C/W: suggestive, implied of sex, mention of religion

It was dawn, or the time that equivalents to dawn because in the Devildom, it's the eternal night, both Lucifer and Klein were lying on the former's bed, naked after a night of intense pleasure.

"I think I don't have anymore energy." Klein said, exhausted, he could barely feel anything on the lower half of his body.

"Only that has made you exhausted. Then how could you keep up when our nights get more intense overtime as my love for you grows more and more deeply?" Lucifer teased.

"Then maybe I should evolute into another kind of creature to keep up with you." Klein replied without being serious.

Lucifer thought for a moment before reached out and pulled Klein into his embrace.

"Klein, I love you, truly and deeply. I will always make sure you can keep up with me. We will always move together at the same pace." The demon of pride whispered to the Overlord's ear, to which the Overlord replied with a short "Mmm" as he settled himself in the big demon's arms.

. . .

Lucifer opened his eyes and he jolted up when he realized he was sitting on a bench in a church, which made many people look at him.

"Brother, sit down, or you gonna attract more unwanted attention to yourself." Pride heard the person sitting next to him said.

The demon sat down and began to remember why he was in a church. He had come to the church to talk to the priest about Klein's funeral. But since the priest was busy with hearing confessions, he were told to wait. And it seemed he unintentionally dozed off while waiting. Fortunately, it wasn't Mass time, so he didn't attract too much attention.

(I must have been exhausted.) Lucifer thought to himself.

"Brother, take this." The man sitting next to Pride gave him a handkerchief.

Lucifer was puzzled but then he realized tears had been falling on his face while he was dozing off and having a dream about the happiness he had failed to protect.

"Thank you." Lucifer said as he took the handkerchief, wiped his eyes and face and tried to regain composure.

Pride looked at the line of penitents and it was still very long. The demon started to complain in his head and looked at the handkerchief given to him by the stranger, wondering how he should deal with this with dignity. Only at that time he noticed a letter M being embroidered at the corner of the handkerchief. The letter M had a sword pierced through it vertically while itself bore a cross on high. It was the symbol Lucifer had seen many times but it had been a very long time since he last seen it.

"Michael..." Lucifer turned to look at the man sitting next to him and said his name.

"Took you long enough to realize." Michael said.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked, his voice went a bit harsh. He couldn't guess what Michael wanted as he couldn't even see Michael's face because the Archangel was covering his face with two of his wings, which were invisible when Michael went incognito in the mortal realm. The purpose of this is to not reveal an Archangel's glory in the mortal realm, or else it would become a miraculous, but unintentional, religious apparition. Normal angels don't need to do that but Michael does, apparently because his glory in Celestial Realm is so great.

"It is I who should be asking that question, Brother. What is a demon, a high-ranking demon to be precise, doing in a church?" Michael replied and asked gently.

Lucifer couldn't reply without revealing his weakness so he chose to stay silent.

"I know what happened to that mortal whom you love, Lucifer." Michael said.

"I don't see that and why you approached me have any connection." Lucifer tried maintain his dignified and prideful attitude even though it was painful everytime Klein's death was brought up.

"Oh, they do actually. In Father's infinite love and mercy..."

"Love? Mercy? Spare me all of that. No divine or angelic help came when Lilith was dying."

"Lucifer, do you want to have Klein in your embrace again?" Michael asked.

"What did you just say?" Lucifer's eyes widened in shock.

"Yes, Father could make it happen... Or more precisely, He could assist you to make it happen. And I'm talking about a literal, physical revival of the body and the damaged soul of Klein. You know Father could do that, Lucifer."

"Tell me what I need to do to make that happen." The Avatar of Pride grabbed Michael, his words sounding more like demonic growling than a normal sentence.

"First, go to the middle aisle of the church and kneel down and ask Father to help you. This concerns you and your love so you have to do it. Don't worry, this isn't kneeling down and ask forgiveness for your past transgression, I know you would never do that."

Lucifer stood up and went to the central aisle of the church. He knew what he had to do. If it's something for his love or his family, the Avatar of Pride is willing to sacrifice anything. He had done it once to save Lilith. And of course, he would be willing to do it again for the most important person in his life.

The Avatar of Pride took a deep breath before he bent his knees.

. . .

"Did you hear? Lord Diavolo ordered a state funeral for that deceased mortal." A demon noble said to another, to which the latter showed extreme disgust.

"We can't let this happen!" A demon noble with tentacle beard shouted.

"Yes, let's strike at the funeral, and decimate the body of that mortal."

"This will put an end to that ridiculous exchange program and all that nonsense with the peace and co-existing between the Three Realms."

The demon nobles began to say with a unison voice that the funeral must be ruined and they must put an end to the far-from-reality dream of Diavolo.

"Isn't this go against Lord Diavolo's order and wish?" Suddenly, a demon noble raised his voice.

"Ah, Mephistopheles, I know you always desire to follow His Highness and fulfill his every noble wish. But don't you see His Highness is having bad influence from the former angel Avatars, that shady sorcerer Solomon, the hypocritical angels and especially, that deceased mortal? We are just being loyal subjects who are helping their sovereign by removing rocks that will prevent him from becoming a great king of Devildom."

"I do see your reasoning, yes." Mephisto answered.

"Then are you joining us, Mephisto?"

I hope you guys like it :3

Tag. @sparkbeast20

#obey me #omswd #obey me fanfic #obey me mc: klein #obey me lucifer #obey me x oc #obey me michael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

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stvrdustalexx · 1 year

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favorites

masterlist

in too deep by @allaboardthereadingrailroad

-> holy shit do i want myself a frank castle what the fuck this is so good. perfect balance of smut and fluff that isn’t over the top but is right at the line of making you put down your phone for a hot second to calm down. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

locker room kisses by @ddejavvu

-> oh to have james potter give you kisses and be sappy with you after his game, lived the cute writing and how adorable this is. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

i love you (addams!reader) by @upsidedownwithsteve

-> the cutest addams!oc fic i’ve read, not too overly sweet and ooc for an addams character yet so fucking soft that i feel like i’m severely lonely and single and need a steve harrington in my life to love me idk 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

pretty boy by @upsidedownwithsteve

-> what the fuck what the fuck whAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM LITERALLY so fuckjng good 🌟🌟🌟

addams!oc series by @upsidedownwithsteve

-> these are so cute and well written and we love a steve harrington that’s so in love with a darker partner. 100% black cat and golden retriever couple 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

c’mere by @literaila

-> everyone ignore me crying in the corner while i cry over how soft and lovely this is. the intimacy and love is so sweet and i love it. i need me a peter parker.🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

chasing starlight by @whisperingmidnights

-> this poly!feysand series is…amazing. check out their whole masterlist bc it’s full of talent but the chasing starlight series made me literally lose sleep reading it. the slow burn tension that’s not rushed but at just the right pace so it gives us the best of both worlds : pining and actual action???? the best ever. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

as i descended by @whisperingmidnights

-> this is so beautifully written and i’m loving me some darkness in a future azriel story - the shadows accepting the oc is so interesting i love it 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

i had to leave by @yourfavouriterival

-> this is so sad at first but the third part has some happiness but oh god the misunderstandings and sadness i am sAD AS FUCK 🌟🌟🌟🌟

archangel by @ann-writes-universes

-> this is so beautiful and sad and i can’t wait to see more of this oh my god also azriel being so comforting to ocs pain is the best thing ever 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

knifepoint by @upsidedownwithsteve

-> im loving every addams!oc fic i find but this one is so funny and cute i love me a fond steve harrington ugh i’m so single i need to find someone like this 🫡🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

antidote by @archieimagines

-> we love a little cute manipulative chishiya 😚 okay but the way i would volunteer to be lovingly manipulated by my bby boy 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

life and death by @theravenphoenix26

-> wHAT THE FUCK IM FUCKING CRYING AT THE END OH MY GOD. the love they had was so sweet and the ending was so good i love this 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

beautiful and damned by @dreamwritesimagines

-> honestly my favorite witcher / geralt fic. has the perfect amount of magic, angst, romance and great storyline that isn’t only centered around the couple 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

#james potter x reader #james potter #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #feysand x reader #acotar #stranger things #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #peter parker x reader #addams!reader #spider man x reader #acotar imagine #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland #frank castle x reader #the punisher

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 6 months

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Even when Archangel ari x succubus reader x demon lloyd are poly with eachother(bi for the win) . Succubus y/n cant help be happy or turned on when her husbands do their own Fondue

https://www.tumblr.com/ooolloollooo/731287257707921408

How they kiss eachother

But with succubus y/n soft with passion

Shes not jealous when they cant tell shes there she watches irl Yaoi from a far like a fujoshi

Oh, absolutely, An🫶n 😉

Ari and Lloyd are the definition of hate turned into love. Especially since Lloyd is Ari's awakening.

I'M SO EXCITED TO TELL Y'ALL THIS SMALL PART OF THIS FIC 😆

Truth be told. The first person he falls for is Y/N, it's not until one of there threesomes, and Lloyd kisses Ari, that our dear archangel feels his heart beating faster. Could he be attracted to Lloyd?😳

He most certainly is! 😁 Best part is that they are in tandem with their girl. More so when the kids come into the picture (I'm throwing so much spoilers into this 😆🤭).

So, this ☝️ happening in front of, Y/N, you better believe she'd be into it. Those two bicker, but it's only because their passion and love for each other runs deeper than anything they could ever understand. And the best part of it all, it feels all too normal, and it makes them whole 🥹

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #booky's written works #chris evans #chris evans fandom #chris evans characters #ari levinson #lloyd hansen #top demon!Lloyd Hansen x succubus!Reader #Archangel!Ari Levinson x succubus!Reader #top demon! Lloyd Hansen x Archangel!Ari Levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #lloyd hansen fanfiction #top demon!Lloyd Hansen x succubus!Reader x Archangel!Ari Levinson #This is only a taste of what's to come when that fic goes up next year 😁

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glitterdragonthegreatprotector · 2 months

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Haborym designs

Archangel of flame

Virtue, in charge of fire and order, kept Caelum lit during the night (which was pointless, as angels could glow on command and it took no effort to do so)

Snuck out with lucifer to play pranks on mortals, gods, and other angels, and he became good at making up wild lies to lead other angels astray (but it was in good humor, like saying a greater sage-grouse can lactate.) He also had a bad habit of burning down things for fun, and ended up burning some of heaven in the holy war.

Was 5 years old when he fell.

he/she. He goes by Aym or Amy when he feels more feminine. Poly, and he has no opinion on other people’s gender. Haborym only cares if you’re good at lying (his standards for good lying is just making up ridiculous but believable lies that will make him laugh), and willing to partake in his weird interests like watching fires regardless of size (you can keep him preoccupied for hours with a candle). He doesn’t care what your pronouns are or how you identify, just convince him of something ridiculous that will make him laugh when he finds out it’s a lie, and watch fire with him.

She has trouble making connections due to her pathological lying and obsession with fire, so Amy rarely interacts with other people outside of other demons that are aware of her way of interacting with others. Whenever she gets anxious, she sits by the nearest fire and just watches it for hours till she feels okay. After purges, she can be found staring in the pools in the sinner ring, watching them burn. She doesn’t enjoy watching the sinners suffer, the flames are just comforting. Because of her coping mechanism being like this in hell, she sometimes struggles with empathy, shutting down emotionally whenever someone else is suffering, and turning to watch something to distract herself. She doesn’t care under very stressful situations, as selfishness eases her pain. If there is nothing to distract herself, she will set things on fire

Original look: (info) white hair, very pale skin, baby face, blue and yellowish eyes, wings made of light instead of feathers, blue robes, brown sandals. (All virtues look like this, and the only way to tell them apart is by their body shape, hair, and other angles can tell by the veins in their eyes.)

New look: Haborym had some pets for a short time, that jehovah found shortly after the war (some angels were tattletales). A cat and two snakes. His face was twisted in a permanent smile, and his pets fused to him. His cat is fused to his right shoulder, one snake is fused to his left, and his legs were torn off for him to be fused to his largest pet snake. They eternally hiss and cry in pain, and all he can do is ignore them, to the best of his ability (otherwise his despair would be too much to handle).

Full form: like Agares, she has a body of fire and dust, but there is more fire in Amy’s form, with screaming faces stuck in laughter, snakes rolling around trying to show their bellies as they his, and crying cats clawing at the air trying to escape the flames they are made from. Amy’s main face sits at the center of this mass, with a gaping grin, and is the only thing part of this form that is silent.

#fnaftale #underverse #fnaf au #undertale au #underfazverse #demon #haborym #lore post

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jokingmisfit · 2 years

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Supernatural MasterList

Platonic-🩵 Yandere-🧡 Smut-❤ Fluff-🩷 Angst-🖤

Castiel

Where have you been all my life? 🩷

There Is Nothing You Can Do For Love 🧡

Chuck Shurley

Morning Rays 🩷

Chuck 2.0 🖤🩷 🧡

Gabriel

Tv Princess 🧡

Yandere ABC’s 🧡

Lucifer

Not A Prayer 🩷

Yandere Abc's 🧡

Michael

Yandere Abc's 🧡

Raphael

Yandere ABC's 🧡

Poly Angels

Poly Archangels x Reader Hc’s 🩷

Heavens Finest 🩷

Dean

~Coming Soon~

Sam

~Coming Soon~

Sam x Reader x Dean

~Coming Soon~

Jack (Platonic Only!)

~Coming Soon~

Extras

~Coming Soon~

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liege-of-the-bees · 9 months

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S7e20: Goodbye, Riverdale

Screaming crying sobbing

Omg who's dead

OLD BETTY

Jughead's dead?

Her granddaughter is called Alice :)

THEY'RE ALL DEAD?

Omg she's got dementia

Jugheads obituary is his teenage self. He never aged past that

Ghost time

Archangel Jughead? Or Narrator powers

YES QUEER MARY we win

Polly!

This is so s7e1 Jughead of Betty

I may end up crying this episode

There's an airport in Riverdale???

Toni class president!

Oh Midge is back!

NO FANGS. WHY.

Omg they were roommates

OH?

POLY FOUR?

Cheryl is so done with Betty's shit

Reggie is so confused

Reggie I love you

LET HIM JOIN THE POLYCULE

Where is the Jarchie kiss though >:(

Yes girl drink that absinthe

No stop I will cry

BEEFCAKE MEETS CHEESECAKE

THE PAINTING OF ARCHIE

DALE. NAMED AFTER RIVERDALE

'Full, gorgeous, sexy lives'

No Julian :(

CHIC MURDERED FRANK AND TOM

'yahoos'

THE SUPERNATURAL BRIDGE

'Best friends'

The poem is so good

'Not cool Andrews, you know I'm sensitive about that'

That's really mean to say when you're in a polycule

'And when you die' BETTY DON'T JUST SAY THAT TO HIM

NO POP TATE

Istg this fucking episode

Update: I'm crying

70S BETTY

Goodbye Riverdale :(

OH NO SHE'S DEAD

#riverdalelive #riverdale #riverdale s7 #riverdale season 7 #riverdale spoilers #riverdale finale #:(#the last one guys

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voiidlizrd · 8 months

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“Just a Sign, Lord, Anything”

(Nightbringer! Simeon x GN! Reader)

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Disclaimer(s): religious imagery, mentions of God, Celestial War spoilers, longing Simeon, religious doubt, blasphemy(?), angst, lots of angst, hints of poly MC, mentions of Lilith, slight Nightbringer spoilers for lessons 10-12 (I believe)

(A/N): I was scrolling through Twitter when I saw an entry of Aziraphale’s diary from Good Omens and thought of Simeon with Demon MC in Nightbringer. I’ll put a picture of the entry at the end of the fic, but if I am hurting, I will share with the masses so I won’t be alone.

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Simeon is an archangel of God, mighty and powerful, yet so gentle and warm, embracing all and protecting every soul to guide them to Fathers Holy Light. Simeon, the archangel, who felt his heart shatter when he was forced to battle his Brothers, especially Lucifer, the one who he loved the most. He wept for days after their fall, the halls of Heaven were so much more colder after they left. Micheal couldn’t even comfort him, no matter how hard he tried. Heaven was warm, still, but quiet after the War. But Simeon had to move on, he knew.

But then he had the visitation from Diavolo to join the student transfer program to unite the realms. His heart clenched, stomach twisting in knots as he looked down at the letter clutched in his hands, he was close to shaking. In the Devildom, there would be demons, and with the demons, there would be the Brothers, but no Lilith.

He was fearful, even more fearful since that day.

Simeon was scared to go, but he had to. A part of him wanted to see this unification project through. He wanted to see the Brothers again, to be able to talk to Asmodeus, to drink coffee with Lucifer, to try and convince Mammon to stray away from his little pranks on his poor big brother.

Oh to have those mornings with them again, but he had to move on from the past. They would not be the same since the fall, especially now that they are slowly adapting to the Devildom. Maybe he was being a bit hopeful; delusion? But he could only wonder and question; have they been well? Are they okay? Are the demons welcoming them? Is Diavolo taking caring of them? Where are they living? Where would he live? Would he be with them?

His mind raced and he couldn’t pick a single one to fix himself to, for now, all he could do was pack his bags and be off with Luke.

When he arrived, was met with the expected reluctance, the heavy tension still lingering in the air, and the stiff presence of Lucifer who hung around him, protectively guarding his brothers.

But what he wasn’t expecting was you.

“Hello, you must be Simeon, right? My name is MC, the demon that is watching over the brothers during their stay of the Devildom!” You smiled at him so warmly, a warmth that he would expect to see from a fellow angel, as you held out your hand for him to take.

He felt his heart catch his throat when he looked into your eyes, a glitter in them that made him feel oddly nostalgic. His heart pounded, his knees felt weak, his skin was tingly as he grasped your hand, shaking it firmly. It was an odd feeling, a feeling he couldn’t quite explain when he met your eyes. They were so inviting, comforting, something he did not expect to see from any demon, like looking into the eyes of an old love.

Simeon shook himself out of his strange moment of vulnerability, silently, his guard was up. You were a demon. He could smell it on you, could feel the aura of your magic pulsing around you, sending a shiver down your spine. With the feeling alone, he felt it could take a single snap of your fingers and all realms could crumble.

But those eyes spoke otherwise.

“Ah, it’s good to know that Lucifer and the others are being taken care of.” Simeon smiled gently to you, retracting his hand, the tingle of your touch on his palm.

“Psh, it ain’t like we need the help. But Diavolo insisted.” Mammon crossed his arms, unconsciously leaning close to your side.

Simeon noticed this.

He only smiled while he watched you interact with the brothers for days after he arrived. The way you comforted Asmodeus and immediately noticed something was wrong, even if the facade he put up was practically perfect. The way you could calm Satan down. The way you brightened Mammons day, bring a smile and confidence to Leviathan, know exactly when Beelzebub was hungry and have everything on you immediately, carry Belphegor whenever he was sleepy and find a place for him to nap, and most of all, you’d always take care of Lucifer. Bring him coffee, make him food and snacks, convince him to sleep at odd hours.

You were more than he expected. It made his heart flutter at these acts of kindness, to see you beam with pride whenever you did these acts with nothing to gain in return, to see you be the safe haven for the brothers when they are ostracized by the demons of the Devildom, even despite their status. You were the arms of heaven that they couldn’t reach anymore, you were the home they deserved, the love they needed, and he saw it.

Lucifer looked at you with such softness, even when his words would even feel like nails against the skin, even to Simeon.

Mammon was greedy, constantly wanting your attention and words of praise, melting into your touch and wanting nothing more than to hold you.

Leviathan was a bit confident whenever he spoke to you, being proud to speak little by little about his interests, finding his home in your arms much like his brother.

Asmodeus admitted to wanting to stare at you for hours, and there are days where he finds Asmodeus staring at his phone, looking at pictures of you and him together with a smile on his face and cheeks pink.

Satan is… A hard on for Simeon to read, but the only noticeable thing Simeon can see is the anger vanish as soon as you enter the room or come near him, leaning in close to you to melt into your touch.

Beelzebub shared his food with you always, making sure you take the first bite and watch you as you eat. Seeing you eat, he could tell, brought him joy knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did.

Belphegor was a demanding one, the youngest of the seven, the one who is spoiled the most aside from Mammon. He would always come to you and lay himself on you when you were sitting, or sit in your lap, promptly falling asleep on you happily.

Simeon noticed all of those, his heart clenching whenever he saw these little things. He wasn’t expecting to feel so much love inside the home, to see it for himself, to see that a demon is the one causing the House of Lamentations to feel so… Welcoming, so much like home.

And he wasn’t even going to start with Solomon, the human with hundreds of pacts and as powerful as you. The way he acted like a newlywed husband was clear in how he held you. It was even more strange to see the brothers get quickly jealous over Solomon, especially knowing you’d have to leave and go back to your home, where you live, with him.

The looks of admiration were even clear on Diavolo’s face! And even his butler!

It baffled Simeon.

It bugged him to no end. A demon like you had the whole Devildom wrapped around your finger. You could easily crush it under your thumb, bring the entire realm to its knees, yet you cradled it in your hands like it was home, feeling yourself only a resident living your life.

Everytime he saw this, everytime he saw you whenever you showed up to HOL, his heart fluttered and he barely knew how to speak, finding himself trapped in those eyes again, close to drowning in them again, submitting to the love that you emitted everywhere you went, so much love you wanted to give. He found himself envious, just like the brothers would be whenever Solomon showed off his relationship with you. Craving you. Desiring you.

It was wrong.

He knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t. It was wrong.

So he resisted you while being kind, promising himself that he wouldn’t fall into the arms of your warmth. He promised himself to Heaven, and Heaven alone, to his Father and Their love.

But then it was that day he found out that it would be more difficult than he anticipated.

Simeon and Luke were in the kitchen together, attempting to bake whatever they could to gather experience with Devildom’s strange ingredients. Simeon had his back turned for only a moment, failing to see Luke attempting to climb the counter to grab the flour that was on the top shelf, when he found himself tumbling backwards with the flour coming down as well. Simeon turned around to grab Luke when he heard the little Angel yelp out, when you suddenly appeared and grabbed Luke into your arms, the flour hitting your head and spraying all over you and onto the floor. Luke looked up at you horrified as you coughed and clutched your eyes close tightly, sputtering to get the bland, thick flour out of your mouth.

“Well… This was unexpected.” You coughed out.

“MC!?” Luke gaped at you, the look on his face was of pure guilt but also embarrassment with you holding him. “P-Put me down!… Please?”

He figured saying please was the least he could do to the person holding him and the one who saved him from having to suffer a huge bump on the back of his head, even if his savior was a demon. He plopped himself on the ground and looked about at the flour, flushing with embarrassment.

“Are you okay Luke?” You asked, wiping the flour off your face.

His face darkened with red and looked down, nodding silently, and then running off to grab something to clean up the flour.

That left you and Simeon alone.

His heart was already thumping hard as he looked at you. You were so beautiful even with flour all over you, that smile running across your face as you looked at him, that sheepish grin that set his heart ablaze.

“Sorry about that Simeon. You didn’t get any flour on you, did you?”

He shook his head. Heart trapped in his throat as he swallowed. He couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“That’s good! I actually came here to ask if you wanted to see the stars with me tonight before, uh, you know…” you gestured to the flour and chuckled a little. “But, do you wanna see the stars with me tonight? You don’t have to if you’re busy, I just wanted to know if you’d like to see the Devildom constellations with me. Belphegor is grounded after cursing Lucifer’s ties again.”

He couldn’t. This was dangerous, he can’t say yes to you. This feeling would only worsen. Saying yes would mean burying himself further into the possibility of giving into the temptation.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

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The stars were beautiful, especially reflected in the color of your eyes, lighting them up as you stared up at the glass of the observatory, the stars lighting up the dark room as the two of you laid out on the ground with a blanket beneath you to make the two of you comfortable.

The stars were so beautiful, but you were more than the stars themselves, you were greater than the light above and he believed it deep down, even if he were to try and deny it. He understood what the brothers saw when they looked at you, the feeling inside of them that swelled inside, so close to bursting whenever he was near you. It was so unbearable, but he couldn’t get enough. It was a sin to be as greedy as this. The guilt followed him whenever this feeling occurred, but the overwhelming love would cloud over it, making it easier to bear, just a little.

“And that one, it looks similar to the one back in the human realm. It’s called the Libra, I think. But I’m not exactly sure.”

“You know a lot about the human realm and their stars, but not of the Devildom’s?”

“Ahh yeah… Is it wrong to say I was more interested in the stars of the other realms than in the Devildom?” You gave him that sheepish grin again, a small bit of sweat going down your brow.

He could tell you were lying. But said nothing. The lie went straight over his head because the smile you wore shrouded any doubt or concern he had. And that was wrong for an Angel to do, wasn’t it?

“No, no… Not at all.”

Then the silence. It left him alone with you and his thoughts, the feeling of you nearby made him warm inside. The more you inched closer, the more it grew, a fire inside of him growing hotter and hotter, the craving of greed to have and to hold you beginning to form, but he beat those thoughts down. They wavered the moment your hands touched, just a little.

“I hope to get to know you more, Simeon.” You whispered, his name on your lips sounding oh so sweet, sweeter than any cake or pastry, oh so sickening.

“And I, too, MC.” Your name flowed off his tongue, as if he were exhaling it just like he breathed it, your very existence hanging off your name on his tongue, burying itself inside of his chest and filling him. He wanted nothing more than to speak your name over and over, to call onto you every second of the day, to try and quell the desire that bubbled inside of him, but at the same time, wanting nothing more than to let this feeling simmer inside of him. He never wanted a moment to get enough of you.

But it was wrong to put something above the Divine.

The time passed and you were asleep right beside him, head lulled to the side and close to his shoulder, the feeling of your hair tickling against his skin.

He stared up at the stars, the simmering of his desire and his guilt fulling growing inside of him like a tight knot only growing tighter and tighter.

The thoughts of craving your touch, of wanting to feel your lips pressed against his skin, his lips, his face. To feel nothing more than your back pressed against his chest while in the kitchen, baking sweets and sharing a moment of being domestic like you’d be with Solomon.

Father, I don’t ask You for much, it’s not my place to ask and Angels don’t pray.

As he stared up at the stars he couldn’t help but feel his lower lip tremble and fists clench when you shifted yourself closer to him unconsciously, nuzzling yourself further into him, a small smile on your face.

But if you could give me a hint. Just a little one. Anything really.

He unclenched his fists, chest so much heavier than it was previously, fingers twitching as your hand was so much closer to his, the warmth of your body radiating onto him as you cuddled into his side while he laid there stiffly.

Is this a test?

“Simeon, as the brothers attendant and yours, I’d like to offer my help anyway I can. You are welcome here as far as I’m concerned. Any issue you have, let me know.” That smile again… Oh that smile and those eyes, those imperfections that came with that only added to your complexion, that only added to you.

I’m sure I’m being foolish. You’re far too busy to waste Your valuable time with a lowly angel like me.

But is it?

“Thank you for taking care of the brothers while I was in my coma, Simeon… I cant thank you enough and I truly can’t thank you enough…” You brought him into a hug, the warmth of your body much like how you’re cuddling him. “Even though I don’t regret what I did, I’m glad you were around for them when I couldn’t.”

Is MC my apple?

I’ve said no to them so many times… Yet they keep coming back everytime…

“Please, MC, I don’t need you to tell me how to handle my… ‘problems’ that I might have with the brothers. I appreciate your help, but I don’t need a demon to tell me how to deal with my problems.”

He doesn’t mean that. He needs your help desperately. He needs to know how he can make himself more approachable to the brothers, more close to them as he was before.

“That’s just fine. If you ever need me, Ill always be around for you.”

When everything else is uncertain, they are there.

I don’t want to disappoint You, Father, I don’t want to fail You. Everyday we grow closer, and everyday…

He brings his hand close to yours.

Simeon turns his head, your head close to his, his forehead touched yours. He turned his body to where he mirrored your position, his forehead still touching yours and he exhaled lightly, a shaky breath leaving him, tears close to escaping his eyes as his lip trembled, holding your hand in his tightly, feeling the warmth as if it would be for but a fleeting moment, the guilt only worsening but he couldn’t bare to find himself pull away from your warmth. The rise and fall of your chest hypnotizing to him, you looking so peaceful, even when you were just a demon. Your lips were so close to his with how his forehead was pressed against yours, so delectable and looking so soft and sweet.

I don’t know if my resolve can last much longer…

Please, Father, just a sign. Anything.

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Here is the picture I found on Twitter, I’m currently sobbing and will need to recover.

#x reader #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #fluff #obey me angst #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #obey me poly #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me Beelzebub #obey me belphegor #ansgt

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gelertrook · 3 months

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<><><>🐾 Finally! An intro post! 🐾 <><><>

Rook 🐾 23 y/o 🐾 AuDHD and Anxiety 🐾 TransMasc/Agender, Bi, Poly

In an open relationship (@loser-xx)

I have two cats and I adore all animals!

🐾 Druidic Pagan and Alchemist 🐾Alterhuman 🐾 Lycan, Selkie, Angel 🐾 Fiction Kin🐾

Specifically I look most like Alexander Archipelego wolf and a harbour seal. I was an Archangel/Throne (Orifiel, Guardian of the Natural Wilderness). I'm also otherhearted with rabbits and donkies. I have a lot of fickins but my main IDs right now are Aang (ATLA), The Judge/Deputy (Far Cry 5), Fire/Dewdrop Ghoul (Ghost Band), John 'Soap' McTavish (COD), and 'Dandelion' Jaskier (Witcher Multiverse).

I have tons of interests and hobbies! I'm an artist, I love making dozens of original characters from all kinds of media's. I also play lots of video games (PS4), bake and ride horses. My favorites are Dragon Age, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, Pacific Rim, Avatar: The Last Airbender, ABC Lost, Once Upon a Time, Wolfblood, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Overwatch, Hades Game, Slasher Horror Movies, the Band Ghost and more I can't think of!

I don't have DNI's (besides the obvious, I don't tolerate any kind of hate, bigotry or gatekeepers). I usually reblog aesthetic posts, shitposts and fanart. I do reblog NSFW/Suggestive pieces, they'll be tagged accordingly so I'm not wholly comfortable with minors following me. Be smart and be safe kids. Anyone else though, please feel free to interact! I love asks, replies, reblogs, art trades and moodboard requests. If you need me to tag anything for blacklisting purposes please let me know too! I'm usually too lazy to tag things pffft.

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#about me #intro post

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prue84 · 8 months

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Warren/Betsy headcanons

Headcanons about the romantic and sexual life of the rich white (former) powercouple of the X-Men - namely Warren Worthington III, aka the Angel(or Archangel) and Elizabeth Braddock, aka Psylocke (now Captain Britain). Also, headcanons about Betsy as a lover, what she likes and what she expects in a relationship. Warren’s romantic/sexual headcanons have been already compiled here.

Romantic & sexual life | Status from Post-Dark Angel saga to Krakoa

Under the read more so I can add more if they come to my mind. (It goes without saying, mature and text-explicit content below) [Updated 28/09/2023]

Elizabeth Braddock

She likes to exert power in bed. Betsy might love it when she actively exerts control over her bed partner, part of it is in her strong nature, and part of it is born out of a need to reassert control when she’s been manipulated too many times in her life.

She’s not much into being submitted or give control. For an healthy stable relationship, she needs her partner to be willing to be the one to give up control, or at least not need to be the more dominant in the couple. She can do with a partner who is at her same level, but not with someone who is heavily dominant in nature - they clash and can’t last longer than few weeks.

Betsy is an high-sexual woman. Especially since the body change, she indulged her sensuality in ways she didn’t before. As the choice to wear for years a revealing leotard can prove. (Either influenced by Kwannon or not, up to you and your views on the body swap and Kraoka’s era that established Kwannon was alive in Betsy)

Betsy is flirtatious. When she’s committed in a relationship, she’s faithful, but she likes to play and flirt a bit with other people nonetheless. Just for the thrill of it.

She’s bi. She mostly likes and is drawn to the male spectrum, but she had lesbian experiences back in her teenage years, when she came to New York for her modelling career.

She’s not poly. She accepted and thrown herself in a three-way relationship with Fantomex and Cluster because both were part of the Fantomex she had fallen for. But she’s not interested in polyamory nor looking for an open relationship. It’s just not her thing, although she’s got an open mind and can’t promise she won’t change her mind if the right people happened.

Different sizes for two different bodies. Her Caucasian body and Kwannon's body have different sizes. She had to start her wardrobe from scratch when she returned home after the body-swap, and she had to start again once she got her original body back in Madripoor. It was an hassle, if you ask her, and the second time it happened it pained her a bit for many of her dresses were high-fashion and tailored on Kwannon's body. But it gave her an excuse for more shopping, which wasn't too bad. Canon. In Excalibur #20 Betsy tries out old dresses but they don't fit, while they are said to fit Kwannon. Meaning that they have different sizes.

Different sizes for two different bodies, part 2. Kwannon's is barely 1.70cm while Elizabeth is a whopping 1.80cm. Betsy was spared the need to relearn her balance the first time because she still was brainwashed, but she wasn't spared the second time - when she rebuilt her original body. This is purely headcanon, as it clashes with canon. Canon is contradictory on this, though. 1. During Kwannon's return as Revanche in 1993 Uncanny/X-Men titles, up to her vanishing from the books, while they don't have much scenes in which they are properly standing next to each other, they look like the same height. 2. Not much later, Betsy starts to date Warren. Since then, Betsy has been drawn only way shorter that Warren. Warren, on paper, is only 3 centimeters taller than guides assign to Betsy. 3. Marvel Guides state that Betsy is 1.80m in both her bodies. 4. In Excalibur #20, the first time we can see Betsy and Kwannon together, they don't have many scenes in which to gauge their height, but from a scene where they're walking off the Council, they look the same height. 4. Same issue, Betsy points out that her old dresses don't fit her because they weren't made for her legs (but Kwannon's). Hinting that they are of different heights. 5. Same issue. Malice's memory. Inconsistent. Alternatively Betsy or Kwannon is taller. Anyway. I reject the very idea that Betsy and Kwannon are taller the same because, while I can see the choice to have them mirror of each other, it does sound ludicrous that Kwannon is that much tall. First, such a height, while still not common in Caucasians, it's even more rare in Japanese people. Second, I don't see a woman of such a height being a proficient ninja. My opinion. Besides, it makes for a more interesting hurdle for Betsy - need to learn how to move and live after suddenly loosing inches (or, when she's back in her original body, regaining them). A way to work around this could be that Kwannon's original body is indeed shorter than Betsy's Caucasian. When she was returned from death by her brother Jamie, the body has been modified - neither Caucasian, but neither Kwannon's. It kept all the skills that came with Kwannon's original body, but with a more imposing height. This way Kwannon, when she awakes in Madripor, is as tall as Caucasian Betsy is, and they now are of the same height. Still doesn't agree with canon, as on Utopia and in Uncanny X-Force Betsy is drawn shorter than Warren. In X-Men: Disassembled, back in her original body, is finally shoulder to shoulder to Warren.

Sex

Different bodies, different needs. Not only because of the different size, but the two bodies react differently to sensual and sexual stimulation. What she may like in her original body don’t agree with the Asian body. Things she discovered to like in the Asian body suddenly weren’t giving her anything (or, worst, made her uncomfortable) when she was back in the Caucasian body. Positions she enjoyed in one, dislikes in the other.

She squirts (when Caucasian). In her English body, when precisely stimulated, she squirts. The first time it happens, it’s both a surprise and a shock. She shivers for a solid minute, blinking stupid.

She had/regained sensitive boobs. In Kwannon’s body, she liked her boobs to be heavily played; once she regained her original body, she discovered that she doesn’t want her boobies to be played too much.

The Asian body is more flexible, even in bed. When back in her original body, Betsy discovers she can’t bend or do things that came more natural in the Asian body. Her considerable taller height doesn’t help.

Betsy likes to be on top. Her favorite position is any that allows her to set the pace or get control of the intercourse. She might have a preference for the Kneeling Amazon position because it’s empowering for her.

She isn’t shy of using her powers in bed. If her partner consents, she can (and will) make use of her powers to enhance the sexual experience. With her telepathy she can better gauge reactions and modify her actions accordingly, and even stimulate pleasure center.

She had made a man orgasm by using her psyonic powers. At the same way, she can deny a man the orgasm.

She isn’t shy of using her powers outside the bed. She’s the kind of woman who would use telepathy as the enhanced version of sexting and sex calls. If her partner is willing, and they’ve set boundaries comfortable for each, Betsy likes to tease her partner by sending through “dirty” thoughts or plant images into her partner’s mind to arouse them.

She made sex on the astral plane once. To this day she still maintains it was a mistake, but a glorious one and an experience she’s doesn’t disavows. She’s not one of the biggest fan of Emma Frost but she was the only telepath in Utopia when she was brought back by the Goblin Queen. Emma offered herself if Betsy wanted to talk about her experience, acting as a telepathic counselor. Might be an itch that Betsy felt the need to scratch, or perhaps the wine, but it happened. Betsy discovered that pleasure - and orgasm - on the astral plane are a lot more powerful and shaking that the ones in the physical plane. Perhaps too much, to not risk becoming addicted. Unfortunately, the numbers of telepaths able to project themselves on the astral plane and strong enough to maintain the projection up to reaching an orgasm can be counted on one hand - and none of which she would want to sex up in the astral plane, so the experience is doomed to never be repeated. (I’m not a fan of her relationship with Rachel, and their current characterization is too vanilla for me: I don’t get the feeling they’re “kinky” enough to be comfortable in thinking something like this could be done or to actually try.)

Warren Worthington III (abridged list - full bulleted list here)

He is a convinced strictly hetero, but he tried getting and giving a blowjob/handjob.

He doesn’t have specific sexual positions preferences. As long as he’s comfortable and his wings not constrained, any position is fine for him. He has some he likes more than others, like everyone, but not so much to stop him from enjoying sex in others.

He’s more than willing to let his woman pick the position.

He's not distressed by being dependent from Betsy. It might be scaring, to need Betsy's presence in his life to stay balanced, but he doesn't feel emasculated. Besides, it all leads to fantastic sex. Canon. Fantomex jabs at Warren for this in Uncanny X-Force #8.

He's not scared by Betsy's power levels. It's not easy to feel balanced when loving a gifted mutant. Even harder when you are dating the third most powerful telepath of earth. But he never feels inferior. Nor he feels emasculated in the least. Canon. Fantomex jabs at Warren for this in Uncanny X-Force #8.

He likes it when his women top him. He isn’t that insecure to feel emasculated if his lover asserts some command - in bed or outside.

He’s not fan of restrains in bed. His experience with being cuffed (and almost raped) left him an unresolved trauma that makes him uncomfortable at the idea of having a partner cuff him. Betsy helped him to work out this trauma and he has partially overcome it since. But he tried only with Betsy, and he never made an attempt with any other partner he might have had after her - nor he isn’t interested in trying.

Together (romance)

They practice D/s as a form of therapy. With Archangel always looming in the darkness of his mind, Warren has to exert strong control of himself during all of his wake hours and that drains him, especially in hard days such as when fights and tense situations arise. When that happens, Betsy takes him down gently. Warren entrust himself to Betsy, knowing he’s in good hands and that he knows she’ll take care of him. While other men in is same position (rich, powerful, high-pressure jobs) search for a strong hand to handle them to release from the tension, Warren actually needs it to keep Archangel in check.

Betsy is the only telepath Warren ever allowed to see his (broken) memories of the painful transformation at the hands of Apocalypse.

Betsy never shared with Warren what she remembers about her time as Lady Mandarin, nothing about the pains to get to accept a different body as her own or to understand she suddenly was two halves of two different people but not whole, nothing about the memories of Kwannon, nor anything about her death experiences. She tends to either be jealous or unwilling to share, with her manipulation or forced changes experiences.

Candy Southern and Thomas Lennox. For the sake of honesty, they share memories of each biggest past(lost) love. Warren shared his memories about Candy, including the painful moment of her death and the even more painful of her return as a tool for Cameron Hodge’s war against him. Betsy has showed Warren about Tom, and made Warren feel but a shadow of what she felt when Tom was killed while they had been in telepathic contact.

Warren’s mind is always open for Betsy. They have set boundaries for Betsy’s telepathy, as it is healthy for a relationship in which one has psyonic powers and the other is a psy-null. Betsy strove to respect Warren’s privacy, even when the situation called for the easier solution to read Warren’s grief straight from his mind or to get answers when Warren’s reticence to speak had him meet Betsy’s question with silence. Warren, in kind, as learned that he can trust Betsy with his mind, so Betsy has open access to it. Warren had been taught by Xavier how to shield his mind from intrusions, and how to shield memories and thoughts he wants to keep safe from telepathic fingers, but he gradually lowered those shields.

They might join minds during sleep. It’s Betsy’s mind that reaches out for Warren, and it happened more than once that Betsy found herself slipping into Warren dreams, either as a spectator or with an active involvement - her mere presence having a changing effect on the whole scenario.

Warren is the more reserved of the two. Both in gestures and nature. He’s not shy or insufferably introverted - quite the contrary. But he’s more protective of his relationships and doesn’t feel like showing too much affectionate in public. He doesn’t shy away from kisses and the likes, but he wouldn’t go much over than that. Betsy on the other side might have a little exhibitionist strike in her. Not as to make sex in public, but she might be more willing to have some PDA were people can see them.

The weight quarrel. Once she regained her original body, Betsy took offense with Warren’s body. One day they were comparing physical data to pass time, and she discovered that, despite being heavily built on the shoulders and equipped with sixteen feet spanned wings, Warren weights 5 lbs less than her, the former top model wearing the 8 UK. She still hasn’t accepted this. She has nothing against her own body, and loves Warren’s every muscle, but it’s unnatural that a man built like Warren and with those assets, weights only 150 lbs - hollow bones and genetically unable to store excess fat be dammed.

They’re almost the same height. After years in which Betsy had to stand on her toes to kiss Warren, is a welcome (and disorienting at the same) change to stand at Warren’s same height - she’s one inch shorter than him. Luckily for her, Warren isn’t one of those men who feels threatened or put off by a woman tall like him.

Together (sex)

Warren allows Betsy to do him things he would never allow any other woman. Warren trust completely Betsy, not only because he loves her and knows her, but because, thanks to her telepathy, Betsy knows exactly when to push and when to stop. At times before even Warren can acknowledge.

Erotic massages. As both lovers of massages, it was natural for them to bring the practice in their intimate life. Betsy might have it easier, with her telepathy aiding her, but they both learn first and then master the techniques of both relaxing massages and then the art of erotic massage. They might never become professionals masseurs, but they know each other too well and that’s all that matters. Yes, those massages when both are naked and the masseur gently brings the other to orgasm.

Nuru massage It’s the natural evolution of their passion for erotic massage so they eagerly embrace this technique as well. A Nuru Massage is a Japanese erotic massage technique where a masseuse rubs her body against the client's body while both of them are naked and covered with massage oil.

Besty is the wilder beast in bed. Betsy, as a former British woman of aristocratic ties, is believed to be more reserved. Warren, on the other side, has the fame of a womanizer. People tend to believe that Warren is the more kinkier. Quite the opposite. Despite his fame, Warren is pretty much chill on sex and is less experienced that people - including those closer to him like the Original Five - think he is. Betsy, on the other hand, has tried more things since she first masturbated herself as a teen, and is always ready to try and experience new things to see if they might turn out to be a new kink of hers.

They practice pegging. The first time it’s just Betsy suggesting and Warren going for it - out of curiosity, to spice up a bit their sex life. Betsy does some research and properly prepares Warren - who does trust Betsy enough to entrust himself in her hands, but still is a bit tense about his first penetration. Warren didn't dislike it, he got some pleasing endorphin buzz, Betsy went crazy on the power surge of being on the penetrative side, and came just for the new perspective of pounding Warren (and his very nice ass) in a doggy position - and came another couple of times for the stimulation of the mechanical act of thrusting. The first orgasm is quite intense, and Betsy has to drape herself on Warren’s back to regain some breath while trembling and panting. Warren started to relax and found some pleasure too late - Betsy by then had already come like three times and was about to drop, exhausted and wrecked. Warren didn’t come until Betsy slipped a hand under him and pumped him a whole minute. Warren, who is one besotted birdman who would do almost anything to make sure Betsy is satisfied and sexually sated, agreed on doing it again. The second time they get a better hang around it. Perhaps he was more relaxed, perhaps because he knew what to expect, but Warren definitely enjoys the ride this time and doesn’t need to be masturbated all the time to come. A bit of stimulation is welcome, but not necessary. Since then, pegging is part of their sexual life (not to say they do it every time or it’s a set date, it depends on the mood). Betsy might have the time of her life in selecting new dildo to play with Warren. (she might indulge her own fantasies with some Bad Dragon as well). She eventually learns how to construct her own penis with tk. It’s a whole different feeling - for the both of them.

Dildo, FeelDoe, Bad Dragons, vibrators and more. There’s an healthy use of devices in their sexual life.

Dominance and submissiveness. Neither of them are into BDSM but they don’t dislike consensual power exchange, most of the times with Betsy on the dominant role.

They use restraints - but only of the telekinetic kind. Warren doesn’t accept cuffs of straps, they still feel too close to what Callisto put on him. Betsy has discovered that Warren responds quite differently, and in a good way, if the restraints are made of her tk. They have a different feel than leather one, and don’t trigger Warren’s trauma.

They regularly make sex through telepathy. Given their hectic lives, between being part of various X-Teams, managing a multi-billion conglomerate and personal relationships to nurture, it’s not uncommon that they find themselves separated for long periods of times - either Warren in New York for his business obligations and Betsy in UK with her brother’s family, or both serving in two different teams. Betsy’s powerful telepathy helps keep them connected, replacing the need for a phone, but also comes handy when they miss more than each other’s voice. It’s always Betsy to start with the flirting and teasing. With time Betsy has managed to chip away at Warren’s more private nature, teaching him the perks of telepathic sex. Which is akin to the glorified version of videocall sex. They cannot make sex on the astral plane, because Warren can’t project himself. Telepathic sex has the perk that it that cannot be hacked and pics/text cannot be given to gossip magazines. Other powerful telepaths could get a peek, though, if Betsy was distracted and her shields failed her. (or through Warren’s more unprotected mind).

They had mid-air sex at least once. In Colorado in the surroundings of the Aerie, where nobody can see them - or, like, shot a photo or film a video of them fucking to post on socials or porn sites.

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