#smile and have tea with satan kids
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just a few more
Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto + two bonus characters // 3.k wc
*disclaimer: this is written as poly!romantic mc + all dateables
not only did Mc bag the seven lords of hell, they also ended up bagging the prince, his butler, and his highest ranking noble. Yk, as they should.
a/n : we’re gonna pretend Diavolo didn’t say he couldn’t form a pact with us just bc he’s the prince/future king because I think that’s a load of shi—
It all started with you mentioning how pretty you thought Barbatos’ pact was. You said it casually- in passing- when you and the brothers had been over for tea. They were all fighting (with the exception of Lucifer and maybe Beel and Satan) over who’s pact mark looked the best when you dropped the bomb.
“Come oooon, Mc! You don’t havta pick a favorite or anythin’, just tell us which one looks the best!”
“That’s the same thing, moron!”
“OI!”
Smiling, you picked the choice least likely to start a fight, “I think Barbatos has a pretty sigil. Solomon showed me once.” Yep- there definitely wasn’t any room to argue when they all had their jaws on the floor.
Oh, but you sent a shock of heat straight through Barbatos, who was the last one expecting your particular reply.
Not even the uproar from the brothers or the shit eating grin from his master could make that heat dim. In fact, it only grew stronger at the mischievous smile you sent him.
And then you showed up on the castle’s doorstep, bruised and bleeding, while crying out his name.
“B-bar— Barba-tos! Barbatos!” it was the only coherent thing he could decipher as he watched you sob violently into his chest, fist clutching his shirt so hard he almost thought it’d rip.
You’d been in the Devildom for so long now, it was a shock that anything could scare you this badly- but when you managed to choke out that a group of demons ganged up on you, the butler felt searing hot threads of possessiveness and rage grip at him.
They’d touched you- hurt you. You were probably crying out for him while you fought your attackers and he didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear it.
The final blow to his wavering resolve came only an hour later :
“Why didn’t you call one of the brothers? You could’ve gotten fatally wounded if you hadn’t been using your magic.” He was scolding you.
And you were smiling. “I didn’t want one of them at the time. I wanted you.”
…oh.
“B-rb…Ba-rb-os…Barbatos!”
He blinked, staring at you blankly, “Huh?” Did he really just space out?
“I said I’m sorry for worrying you and putting my life in danger. I’ll be more careful next time and call on my pacts.”
Your pacts. Pact. “May I have the pleasure of entering a pact with you?”
Surprised, you stared at Barbatos like he had three heads for a moment. “Me? A p-pact with me? But I thought—“
Barb interrupted by grasping your hands and bringing them to his lips, “If you think I do not trust you, I must ask you to think again.”
You watched him press your intertwined hands against his chest, where his heart is, before he was leaning closer- closer than he’d ever been.
“I trust you, Mc. Do you trust me?”
Voice nothing more than a whisper and without a trace of hesitation, “Yes. I’ll make a pact with you- I want to make a pact with you.”
Barbatos’ eyes darkened ever so slightly as he gave you a genuine smile, “Excellent.”
Then his lips were on yours and your hands broke apart so he could cup your face while yours went straight to his hair and you could faintly feel the tingle of your new bond but kissing him felt too surreal for you to even begin deciphering where it was located.
7 -> 8
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Mephisto was certain he only tolerated you due to your closeness with the seven brothers and his lord- it’s all anybody heard him run his mouth about when you were mentioned. But when he got scolded by his kid brother for saying such things about you, he simply decided he had to see what everyone saw in you- and boy, was he straight up beat down with the realization.
“Good morning, Mc.”
Without even questioning why he was suddenly speaking to you out of the blue, you smile brightly and stop walking, “Morning, Mephisto! I like your tie, is that one new?”
He blinks in surprise— you…noticed? “Yes, it is. I thought I might change things up every now and then.”
“It’s pretty! Like you!” Not even embarrassed at such a bold comment, you point in the direction of the newspaper club’s office (which was opposite of the student council’s- where you were supposed to be going), “I’ll walk you to your office so we can talk some more, yeah? I don’t get to see you much!”
One day he caught you taking care of his little brother and the feelings just intensified.
“Now, now, none of that. You’ll make your eyes all swollen-“ you wiped away the boy’s tears, “and then your little head will hurt-“ your hand ruffled his hair playfully, “and we can’t have that, can we?”
Mephisto watched you carefully doctor his brother’s scraped knee, not noticing his feet were moving until he was right beside you.
Smiling at the excited ‘big brother!’, you glance up in acknowledgment before placing a bandaid over the injury. “All better!” You kiss his knee, giving him another on the forehead before helping him stand.
And as you and Mephisto watch the younger demon run off with a wave, he can’t help but feel the slightest bit miffed at the kisses you’d given said demon. It must’ve shown too, because—
“Oh, ‘Phisto,” you couldn’t stop giggling, even after you’d grabbed his face and pulled him down, “If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.”
You kissed him on the cheek, patting it afterwards, before leaving with a grin (and leaving him behind with a blush and a hint of possessiveness).
Not even a full week after that, Mephisto quickly decided that you simply couldn’t go any longer without it.
“Form a pact with me.” He stamped down the urge to shuffle nervously under your surprised stare, “..please?”
Your expression slowly morphed into a giddy smile, “I’d love to make a pact with you, ‘phisto.” Feeling the familiar warmth of the forming sigil, you beamed at him.
He could feel it too; the bond threading itself together— his first (and only) pact. “Mc…” his tongue felt like lead but he knew what he wanted. All he had to do was ask. “May I have a kiss?”
“As many as you want.” You sounded breathless as you brushed over his lips with your own, connecting them eagerly once he grabbed onto your hips.
He nearly jumps when you grab onto his tie, though he steels himself and pulls you even closer, not daring to break the kiss for more than a couple seconds at a time. Now that he’s felt this…Mephisto doesn’t think he can live without it.
8 -> 9
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Your pact with Diavolo, while he truly wanted to have that relationship and bond with you, mostly happened due to childish jealousy. He’d dealt with your happy ramblings about your pact with Barbatos for months, but then…
“Another pact? With Mephisto? How ever did you manage that?”
Either you didn’t notice the strain in Diavolo’s voice or you simply didn’t bother pointing it out, your smile stayed as you hummed happily.
“I didn’t really do anything. ‘Phisto just came up to me all of a sudden and asked to make a pact.”
“He asked?” If Diavolo wasn’t bothered before, he sure was now. Mephistopheles in a pact? It was simply unheard of, and now, he was the only demon in your group without a pact with you. “I see…”
It was such a petty feeling, because truly, he was thrilled for all of his friends— Diavolo just felt undeniably left out despite no one treating it that way [but him].
“I swear if the four of you stubborn bastards don’t take a break, I’ll make you!” giving a deadpan stare, you crossed your arms and stood in front of the demons seated at the student council table.
Mephisto relented immediately, having heard of what exactly you can do with your pacts, and chose to go get some coffee. Lucifer- after a quick staredown- followed the noble, but not without leaving a kiss on your hand in silent ‘thanks’. Barbatos and Diavolo, however, remained in their spots.
“I appreciate the sentiment, Mc, but we really must finish; these are documents for RAD’s-”
“Barbatos. Take a break.” you watched his hands release the papers involuntarily, smiling at his incredulous stare, “At least go eat something. Please.” when Barb reluctantly stood from his chair, you turned to Diavolo and leaned to rest your forehead against his. “Just because I can’t make you, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from this. Up- come on.”
And while his heart was practically beating out of his chest at the care you showed for him, that ugly jealousy still churned inside him at the clear display of difference in your relationships between him and the others.
Everything finally bubbled over the day you confessed to him :
“Apologies, Mc, but could you…repeat that?”
Ducking your head to hide the flush of your cheeks, you fiddled with your fingers, “I like you, Dia- if that wasn’t already obvious, and Barbatos and a few of the others agreed that I should tell you and ask if you’d like to date me too…”
Diavolo answered a bit too fast and desperate for his liking, “Yes! I-I mean, yes, I would be overjoyed to be in a relationship with you, Mc.”
“But?” you squinted, knowing something was- and had been for a while- on his mind. “What’s wrong? You’ve been like this for weeks.”
“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Follow his heart or follow the rules? “I just want to be in a pact with you like all the others.” he averted his eyes, feeling childish when he spoke those feelings aloud.
You only giggled, “That’s it, huh? I would love to enter a pact with you, Dia. Wait- are you even allowed? As the prince and future king, I mean?”
As soon as you agreed, his hands were already cupping your face, “I don’t care-” his lips finally, finally met yours as his feet began moving, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, “-I decide what I want and I’ve wanted you for so long, been jealous of the others for so. long.”
With the pact etching itself into your skin, you couldn’t deny him anything in that moment, completely enamored with the way Diavolo was practically begging for you, still, even though he already had you.
9 -> 10
+bonus
When Simeon fell completely, wings black and horns protruding from his head, he desperately needed something to ground him while he worked through his new body and new status.
“They’re so pretty, Si.” You were brushing through his wings softly, smiling at the contrast it brought to your glittery nails, “Your horns, too.”
Simeon shifted, nervous despite your words at letting anyone else see his new form. “Do you really think so?” his spine straightened at the feeling of your lips pressing kisses down his back.
“I do. You’re so beautiful- angel, human, or demon.” Nuzzling your head into his neck, you smiled against the skin, “In fact, I’m going to have to fight off so many demons just to keep you to myself.”
That made him chuckle, body relaxing into yours easily, “Nonsense…that might be quite a sight, though.”
Adjusting wasn’t hard— he thinks he had an easier time at it than the brothers, but he couldn’t help but feel something was missing.
It was difficult to not fiddle with his outfit, but in Simeon’s defense, this was his first time at one of Diavolo’s formal parties as a demon— and the first time everyone saw his demon form.
Tsking, you gently slapped his hands away and re-straightened his shirt. “Don’t pay any attention to the staring. You’re just too pretty to look away from.”
He knew it was because, in all technicalities, he was a fallen angel, even if he’d been human before this. But he also knew that if anyone was an expert in unwanted spotlight attention, it was you.
“I’ll try not to, thank you, Mc.” Simeon smiled at your pleased expression, “May I have this first dance?”
As the night went on, he watched you dance with the other nine demons (and with the other members of Purgatory Hall). Everything was like it always was- nothing changed after he became a demon. Still though….
“Simeon!” you called out with a bright smile, hand waving him over to join the dancing circle you, Mammon, and Asmo had created.
He felt as if there was something absent in him, something he couldn’t describe. “I’m coming.”
Finally, Simeon figured out the missing puzzle piece.
Laying with you, clad in only your underwear, always brought him a sense of love and tranquility. He simply couldn’t get over how vulnerable and exposed you were willing to be around him.
“Siiimeonnn~” you sang, laughing when his eyes fluttered sleepily. Your fingers carded through his hair, making him hum in delight, and you hummed right back at the faint feeling of his nails tracing over your pacts.
He continues to trace the slightly raised skin, not thinking too much about it until you mumble something about how he’s always had a fascination for the marks adorning your body. At that, Simeon sits up quickly, all traces of tiredness gone.
You follow his lead worriedly, “Simeon? What’s-”
“Make a pact with me. Please, Mc, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more- I knew something was missing when I became a demon and now I know it’s because everyone else is bonded to you but me. I couldn’t have that with you as an angel or human but I can now. Please, Mc, allow me to be selfish just this once.”
“Oh, Si…” there was an undeniable warmth blooming in your chest. “You never needed a pact to feel bonded to me— you’ve always been perfect the way you are.”
Simeon let out a shaky breath, allowing you to shift closer while his heart thumped wildly in anticipation.
You moved even closer, and closer still, until you were practically in his lap. “You can be as selfish as you want with me. I’m yours, and now-“ your lips brushed, “-you belong to me, in turn. I’m honored you trust me enough for this, Simeon, of course I’ll make a pact with you.”
And although your lips have met in this dance time and time again in the past, and will surely do the same in the future, it still sent shivers down his spine and heat to his face.
When his hands move to trace your pacts out of habit again, his is the first he finds- guided by your own hands- and devils does that make Simeon’s head spin; he’s finally complete.
10 -> 11
++extra reverse!bonus [no specific demon form]
For someone with 72 pacts and ongoing shameless attempts at getting Lucifer into one, it surprisingly didn’t occur to Solomon once you became a demon (in his defense, he was more focused on your well being and adjustment).
“You need to stop scratching, Mc. I know it itches, but you’re going to get an infection. You’ll get used to them eventually.”
While he was lecturing, you were practically boneless in his lap, keening as he softly rubbed your horns and applied ointment on the irritated areas.
“Are you even listening to me?” He huffed in false annoyance, feeling a smile fight its way onto his face when you whined at the loss of his touch.
Nudging your head against his hand, you stubbornly huffed right back. “Yes. Don’t be mean- feels good. You're so sweet to me…”
“Don’t get used to it, darling apprentice. You’ll learn how to do this yourself eventually, too.”
And while you did in fact get the hang of caring for your own demon form, you simply enjoyed when he did it instead.
“You know, each of the ten demons you have wrapped around your finger would jump at the chance to help you.”
You hummed in agreement, curling in on yourself at the blissful feeling of Solomon grooming your extra appendage(s).
He lifts a brow, “And yet I’m still called, why? No complaints here of course, but I am curious.”
“Want you.” Stretching, you shift onto his lap to be closer, “Don’t you want me anymore, Sol?”
Solomon inhales sharply, tilting his head so you have more room where you’re nipping at his pulse point with your sharpened canines, “Of course I do, Mc.”
The lightbulb finally goes off in his brain when he catches you glaring at his bare upper body, to which he’s all too happy to oblige you :
“What’s with that look?” Based on the tone of his voice, he very well knew what said ‘look’ was for.
You bared your teeth anyway. “You’re mine.” nails scratched over the pacts on his lower stomach as your hands gripped and prodded at every small inch of bare skin you could see.
Solomon wanted to see just how possessive a new demon could get. Did you have those instincts yet, especially since he was already yours beforehand? “I am. So why don’t you prove it?”
“Gladly.” Your voice came out as a low growl, hands finally coming to a stop when your fingers brushed ever so slightly below his belt. “I think mine will go riiight…here.” You pressed down over his pelvis firmly.
He tried not to stutter, “o-oh?” but he could feel the blush snaking up his face.
“Make a pact with me, Solomon. ‘S not fair you have so many marks but mine…mine’ll be the prettiest, though…especially on you.”
“Fuck- yes, I’ll form a pact with you, Mc—“ Solomon’s back arches at your pact etching into his skin, having forgotten the feeling, but the knowledge that it’s yours makes it all the more better.
“mine, mine, mine. Is this proof enough, or do I need to prove it further?”
#obey me x reader#om x reader#barbatos x reader#om barbatos#diavolo x reader#om diavolo#mephisto x reader#mephistopheles x reader#om mephisto#simeon x reader#om simeon#solomon x reader#om solomon#obey me drabbles
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Hello merry Christmas :) I saw request was open and was wondering if you could do scenario where the brothers and Solomon (separately) celebrate the holiday with mc and their family in the human world ? Thank you and happy new year! :)
Merry Christmas, Anon! 🎄🎁
It's been a while since I've gotten a request and I really wanted to finish it before Christmas is over in my timezone and I just barely made it ^^;
I hope you like it!
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The Brothers + Solomon at Your Family's Holiday Party
Lucifer is the perfect party guest. He makes effortless conversation and can get along with pretty much everyone. As devilishly handsome as he is, Lucifer looks good in an apron and he'll definitely take advantage of that. He'll help in the kitchen if needed, he might even help out with the dishes and somehow not get any soapy water on his expensive looking clothes. Throughout the night, he keeps you near as much as possible, with an arm slinked around your waist or a hand in yours, gentle but possessive gestures. It's not that he thinks your family will take you away from him, he just wants everyone to know you're well taken care of. Your family may wonder how you got such a catch, but it's very clear that he's chosen you.
Mammon is a favorite with your older family members, though they might not have known what to make of him at first. He joins in on their card games and loses just as many games as he wins. He tries to keep you near him for good luck and that does seem to work, hopefully the two of you end up with a small pile of riches to show for it, be they candies or cash. He'll insist on bringing the flashiest gifts, but somehow he knows exactly what each of your family members would like, even though he hadn't met any of them before the holiday. Mammon's natural confidence and model good looks make him the center of attention at your family party, and his ego will inflate accordingly. Despite all this, he is a very good party guest, and it is clear to everyone that he adores you.
Leviathan is very shy with your family at first. It takes all of his strength to make the most basic responses to their questions and even then, he beats himself up inside for being "weird". If you get pulled away, he panics. Don't worry too much about him, though. He's stronger than both of you think. He'll gravitate toward the kids table, maybe building Legos with them to soothe himself or starting an impromptu Mario Kart tournament. Of course he's a champion gamer and he shows everyone all his special techniques to get a high score. Levi becomes the new favorite of all the kids. As you leave for the night you'll have several cuties telling you to never break up with him. He's blushing, he didn't realize he made that much of an impression (also he's internally freaking out because you breaking up with him didn't occur to him until now, please promise you won't!)
Satan, like Lucifer, is a perfect party guest. No one would ever know he's actually so guarded and calculating. He's taking mental notes of every interaction the two of you have with your relatives. If any of them seem not quite right (backhanded compliments, rude remarks veiled with insincere smiles) he files away that information for later. If he finds your family to be relatively harmless, he's relieved. Satan has a good handle on his anger, but sometimes he needs a break from all the stimulation so he doesn't have an outburst. If he disappears, you might find him taking a breather with one of your family's furry friends (he's ecstatic if it ends up being a cat). Let him rest until he's ready and he'll come back refreshed and ready to impress your family with his charisma.
You don't have to worry about Asmodeus at all. Even without charming your family members, everyone will love him. He fits in well with the adults, but with the young kids as well. Asmo wants to know all the tea, all the family drama, and he'll give his input on things. He'll especially be on the lookout for any of your childhood photos or stories your family wants to tell. I hope you're comfortable with lots of public affection, because he's another who will keep an arm around your waist the whole evening. He might go as far as sitting on your lap or pulling you down to sit on his, and he'll attack your face with kisses every chance he gets (he'll stop if you ask him to, he promises to be on his best behavior). Please do let him indulge in cuddles a little bit, what's better than snuggling by the fire after dinner as everyone winds down for the night?
With the power of love, Beelzebub is able to quell his normally voracious appetite, and when he does that he basically becomes the perfect boyfriend. He's kind, friendly, AND he eats well? He's constantly complimenting whoever is in charge of cooking, and they'll fill his plate again and again. He'll silently glance toward you to ask if it's ok to take more, and when you nod in approval, he happily digs in. That's another thing, with the way he looks at you, your relatives know it's true love. It's very important to him that you have your special time with your family, his family means so much to him. So he might sit back when you socialize, while the kids try to use him as a jungle gym but he doesn't mind. As long as you're happy with your family, he's happy.
Belphegor is a good party guest when he sets his mind to it. It's probably best to keep him away from plush surfaces, especially when there are lulls in the festivities, because he will tend to doze off (I remember reading someone's headcanon a while ago that Belphie is the type to seek out the party's designated baby sleeping room and crash there, and I totally agree). If this happens, you can tell your family he's suffering from jetlag (whether this is true or not). He's definitely the most subdued of all of the brothers, but he's a surprisingly good conversationalist and gets along well with your family. He may lightly tease you (he still is a bit of a brat) which your family might take as a good sign of his affection for you. Though he's no stranger to loud family gatherings, Belphie will need a few days to recover from all the socializing, so I hope you don't mind him napping longer than usual.
Please, for the love of Diavolo, keep Solomon away from the kitchen during your family's party. Everyone will thank you. Solomon's gifts are the most creative, definitely embued with magic, and I don't think he'd be able to help himself from doing a few minor magic tricks for the kids before the party is over. He'll make an excuse, it was a simple trick, anyone could do it. But you'd know the truth. He chats freely with your family, no shortage of fond remarks from him about you. It's been so long since Solomon has spent this much time around human families, he's taking it all in and enjoying having you by his side. If you were worried about the party going smoothly, you don't have to. Just, maybe toss out that plate of cookies for Santa and replace them, our witty sorcerer may have tampered with the recipe when your back was turned.
#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#leviathan obey me#levi obey me#satan obey me#asmodeus obey me#asmo obey me#beelzebub obey me#beel obey me#belphegor obey me#belphie obey me
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Hi there ,I really like your writing! So I wanted to ask you how the demon brothers would react to a MC turning into a little toddler ? (Because of some spell/forbidden book curse etc,you choose) MC being super adorable and sweet like the "perfect" toddler somewhat? Being a little funny too and giggling/smiling a lot ,also loving the brothers and being very comforting with them!
ahhh i wish my own toddler was so nice and sweet lmao
he is though but only if i let him get what he wanted
Toddler MC
Lucifer:
• Sigh
• The only other person not out of their mind in this house turned into a toddler somehow
• Pretty sure it was a curse against him
• Listen dear I doubt he gets along with a toddler for an entire day
• Though you being nice to him, showing him daffodils, rocks with your sticky little hands, hugging his leg until he picks you up helps a lot.
• He is in his prime during bedtime; reading you stories is his favourite part of the day. You are a good, curious kid & never throw a tantrum when he is with you. It is so peaceful he doesn’t actually want it to end. He tells you another story even if he has already told you 4.
Mammon:
• Oh jesus thank God you were turned into a toddler and not him!
• At first he isn’t too sure about what to do with you but quickly gets the hang of playing a bit roughly
• You know the kind of playtime moms don’t wanna see
• He spins you around, hangs you upside down, throws you into a pile of pillows, lets you sit on his neck, throws you in the air, stuff like this.
• It does good for your confidence levels regarding child development plus! you get tired super fast after spending time with him.
• You, him and Levi have a freeze dance competition every afternoon! Sometimes they won’t let you win though.
Leviathan:
• Doesn’t really know what to do with you either. In fact he is scared of you a little.
• You clinging to him, throwing kisses etc. melts him eventually, you are just so adorable he was an idiot to be scared of you.
• Definitely loves to roleplay with you. Comes up with the cutest storylines, though sometimes it gets so complicated you miss it here and there.
• He can easily keep you busy for 3 hours a day and never ever complains
Satan:
• Highkey concerned about the situation
• Never ever seen a toddler before
• His concerns leave him once he sees that you are actually a good little one.
• So now it is his duty to teach you mischief!
• He spends lots of time teaching you to speak as you haven’t said a comprehensible word yet.
• His strategy is referring to himself as „Tantan” but he calls everybody else „The Avatar of” or „The sixth born”, you know, so there is absolutely 0% chance your first word isn’t Tantan. Or maybe kitty/cat, that’s also a phrase you hear quite frequently.
Asmodeus:
• I think he is the only one who gushes over you right away.
• Doesn’t want you to turn back, look at how adorable your cheeks are!!!
• Spends most of his money on new clothes for you, you have to be the all time most fashionable toddler in the city.
• Loves to have tea parties but tbh that’s pretty much it, not sure what/how else to play but he does everything else!! Very enthusiastic and overprotective!!
• He also gets you this helmet so everytime you might fall you’re not going to hit your head. You are so spoiled my dear
Beelzebub:
• Also thinks you are super adorable. Might eat you if you are with him too much.
• Takes you out to the city with him, you must learn how to get food!
• Introduces you to ketchup
• He takes you to the playground the most.
• He is def not the most violent of the guys but trust me you are very well protected and safe!
Belphegor:
• Doesn’t really like what’s going on right now to be fair
• But at least you are nice so that makes it easier
• His preference is cuddling and having a snack with you as you watch TV
• One time he got you chicken to eat.
-Mr.Belphie I don’t like chicken...
-Ah. But it’s not chicken, actually it’s dolphin!
-Oh! Y/N loves dolphin!
#they are bound to ruin a perfect toddler#obey me#swd obey me#obey me mammon#obey me beelzebub#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me nightbringer#obey me!#obey me matchup#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me asmodeus#obey me lucifer#obey me mc
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imma need a part 2 of that kindergartener teacher sana x reader 😭 i love all your works btw!!
*sigh* A Coffee Date
-fluff, part 2 of teacher!sana, reader's job is revealed?? 😱
: taking your niece’s teacher out for a coffee date is crazy
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teacher!sana x fem!reader
part 1
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“No way you actually thought I gave birth to that little devil?” You walk up to Sana, amused at the blush that coats her cheeks when she notices you.
"Well, hello to you as well," Sana mumbles, glancing away. You and she planned to go on a date at the small coffee shop after you messaged her a few nights earlier. You sit opposite one another at a cute small table with a vase of flowers in the center, near a window.
“You know,” Sana leans on the table, “You actually kind of do look like her.”
“Really how so?” You mirror her, leaning in.
“I mean you have the same hair and eye color…” Sana wanted to say more, like how you both have the same nose and how you both seem to unconsciously twirl a piece of hair around your finger, but that would be too weird. “...and some other similar features. I was surprised you weren’t her mom”
“Actually, her mom says the same thing,” you lightly chuckle, “she’s been my best friend since high school, and well her dad is my older brother.” You shrug. “Eun and I have spent a lot of time together since her parents is always busy going on business trips and stuff, she might have even stolen her mom’s title of being my best friend”
Sana grins, she can tell how close you are with Eun, the way your eyes light up when she is mentioned, and oh my- you also scrunch your nose like her. Sana is torn between admiring your closeness to her pupil, who happens to be your niece, or being slightly jealous.
“But enough about that little cutie, she already gets enough attention as it is,” you roll your eyes, knowing that you almost started ranting about the little wingwoman, “what’s it like taking care of thirty kids everyday?”
Sana hums at the question, “well i’ve always wanted to be a teacher, for as long as I could remember, so honestly, for me it’s a dream come true. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows but I don’t regret my decision. Kids are just so much better than adults sometimes, they’re more honest and straightforward, if they want something they ask for it, they don’t beat around the bush. But then again that could be debatable cuz some kids are shy- ”
Sana rambles on and on about her job, you lay your head on the palm of your hand as you stare at her talk on and on about how teaching the actual spawn of satan is literally the best. I wanna marry her. You think about times where you could walk into the classroom when Sana is teaching and give her flowers, drop off her lunch if she ever forgot at home. Your thoughts turn domestic really quickly, well that’s lesbianism for ya– and suddenly a waiter comes over asking for your order.
“Oh can I have Grapefruit Green Tea Ade, 30% sugar, and two servings of coconut jelly please!” Sana is quick to order, knowing what she wants right away. Must be a favorite drink of hers, Quick Y/N memorize it!
The waiter looks at you, “And for you ma’am?”
“Oh uhh… a vanilla milkshake please?” You mumble, your order seems childish compared to Sana’s, the pretty girl in front of you giggles as the waiter walks away.
“A vanilla shake? That’s cute” Sana can’t hide her smile, your face flushes as you look away. Now it’s your turn to be flustered. Sana can’t help it, she finds you cute, a full grown adult and you order a vanilla milkshake, god that’s just so adorable. Her eyes roam your attire, you’re dressed casually, and you’re wearing a couple pieces of jewelry. They seem familiar. She looks at your necklace, and then your earrings, and finally your rings. Oh that’s right, they’re all from the same brand and a designer one at that. The price of your jewelry combined is pretty much what she earns in a year. Wait– she doesn’t even know your job, what if you’re a doctor, or a lawyer I mean you gotta be something big to afford jewelry like that.
“Soooo, Ms. Y/N” Sana starts off, her voice dropping slightly, you feel the hair on your neck stand up.
“Y-yes Sana” You don’t know if you’re trembling from fear or anticipation, maybe both.
“Now, what is it that you do? I mean we basically met at my job but what do you do?” Sana swirls the plastic cup in her hand, and takes a sip of her drink. You anxiously fiddle with your hands on your lap, god she’s just so attractive.
“O-oh! I’m a business owner. It began as a homemade organization. I started it myself actually, and it’s slowly growing day by day. I graduated with a business degree so I decided to do something with it. I think it’s pretty successful but more can always be done” You chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your neck, as Sana looks at you.
“Oh? A business owner?” Sana looks surprised, “Well it must be doing really well then! I was just wondering because your clothes are designer and your jewelry is all from the same brand and it all looks super expensive, I’ve always wanted a Magical Diamond necklace and yours looks so pretty”
“I actually have more, if you’d like I can give you some! As a gift.” You were happy Sana didn’t feel weirded out about being on a date with a literal CEO. Sana blushed at your offer,
“No no, I shouldn't, they're yours and super expensive. I’ll get my own really.” Sana doesn’t want to take advantage of you, I mean yeah you’re a business owner, but she doesn’t know if you two have the same definition of successful.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I get all my Magical Diamond jewelry for free”
Sana’s jaw fell when she heard that, “for free?” Thousands of dollars worth of jewelry and for free–
You shrug your shoulders, “Yup for free, I made the brand after all.” You take a sip of your vanilla shake. Sana feels the circuit in her brain explode, no way, absolutely no way, you weren’t rich, you were Rich. Bold font with a capital ‘r’, type of rich.
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“Right after this turn, yup there it is, you can stop just at that curb over there” Sana instructed as you pulled up to her apartment complex. You pulled your car on park, and waited for Sana to leave, but she didn’t get out, instead she turns to you,
“Thanks so much for the date, Y/N” She smiles as she holds your hand.
“I should be thanking you for coming, Sana” You say bashfully, happy that she enjoyed your time together.
“Of course! I loved it, see you next time, Y/N!” And the next thing you know she’s leaving your car and jogging on over to her apartment, next time. OH MY GOSH SHE SAID NEXT TIME!
You squeal in your car, your hands covering your face as you blush, kicking your legs as best you can before your knee hits the steering wheel. “Ow–”
Sana rushes in and closes the door before leaning against the wall, and this time she’s the one squealing, sliding down to the floor and kicking her feet.
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Obey Me but with a Child!MC
How would the Obey Me Databes act if the MC was a human child (4-8 years of age)?
Older Brother Ver. Younger Brother Ver.
The 5 demons sat inside the assembly hall of RAD. Awaiting the next arrival of the newest human exchange student. Beelzebub, grumpily muttering to himself. Asmodeus, looking at their nails idly. Satan, waiting patiently. And Lucifer and Diavolo gave each other worried looks when it was taking the student longer than they expected.
Suddenly, someone appeared on the floor in front of them, looking down. Diavolo stood to speak but then he saw how...small the human was. Lucifer seemed to notice too but only offered a reassuring smile towards Diavolo. That was before the human looked up. With tears in their eyes, trying to hold back their sobs. Grabbing the attention of the other 3 demons.
"Lucifer, is that a child?"
Diavolo
Oh my, Diavolo...
Speaking of Diavolo
He's...he's...it's something
The room is silent, you could hear the crickets outside hopping around, the pitter padder of lizard feet and the squeaks of mice that roam inside the school's walls that make even the most stone-faced demons shudder in fear and disgust. But Diavolo...different story.
"Oh! Hello, small...no, small-er human!" He bellows, laughing loudly causing you to shake and lose your footing. You tuck yourself into a ball, holding back your tears to not cry in front of these random men in uniform. "Oh, no, please do not cry!" Diavolo perks up. "Here, let me come down! Please do not cry! No Lucifer. I will not listen to reason!"
Like most of the brothers, he gets really attached
Like, really attached
He didn't let you stay with the brother for the first week because you were scared
If you let him, he would hold you close to him like a cuddly teddy bear would
He's also the parent who would give you things unprompted whenever he wants but will go all out for birthdays, and holidays, really whenever he can go all out, he will
Piggybacks: yes, 100%, will never let you off his shoulders
I feel like he wouldn't be very good at comfort but he tries his best
Even if his best is asking his father for help, getting Lucifer to help and getting Barbatos to make some tea
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Barbatos
If you want my honest opinion, he would freeze up, physically, like it would show but only for a second
But being the amazing butler he is, he doesn't let it phase him
He got right back at it and became as stiff as a bored
Barbatos was taken aback. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, blank-faced, his hands in front of him in a respectful manner. Lucifer picked...a child...why? Was he in the wrong timeline where they sent a demon kid to the human world and celestial realm? Maybe...he's too stressed for this. He'll just have to deal with the child himself, who's staring at him, with puppy dog eyes, ones similar to Diavolo's. Fuck.
He knew that life would be different because of you
And he was hesitant
And frightened when that life became his top priority, just under Diavolo
He'll teach you everything he knows
You'll learn how to bake, and serve, like how butlers do, magic of course and, if you want, how to fight
You won't ever need to fight of course
He will do anything for you
He will do anything for you.
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Solomon
'Oh finally, the human is here, maybe I can talk to them about all this'
And when he tries to find you in the school halls, he can't
He checked in with the prince and the brothers and they all said that you were at home
But why were you at home, you should be here, learning about all this shit too
Oh boy was he in for a treat.
"Ha, I'm sorry, a what?" Solomon questioned. He thought they were all joking and this was just some elaborate plan so that they didn't have to share you with him. The House of Lamentation went silent when they heard small running footsteps on the second floor followed by laughter, and Mammon. "Okay everyone, what the fuck?!"
Solomon already is confused
Solomon doesn't want to deal with a child
But Solomon was so ready to act like a father for once
One that's around for his children and doesn't run away because he knows that he'll outlive his children
So this one time he'll be a father
He learns how to cook so then he can teach you, he learns how to sew so that then he can teach you, he already knows magic so he'll also teach you that
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Simeon
iveneverbeensoreadytotalkaboutanotherpersoninmylife
He's all excited to meet you
Diavolo told him the second he let you go off with the brothers
And let me tell you that this man was so ready to introduce you to Luke
Not only that but now Luke won't be so alone and neither would you so it was good circumstances.
"Ah, I see, that's quite strange, you didn't plan this, did you, Lord Diavolo?" Simeon laughed, taking a small sip of tea and watching Luke talk to you from the corner of his eye. The soon-to-be demon Lord bellowed a laugh, and if Simeon didn't know any better, he would say that Lord Diavolo was just a bit embarassed.
Simeon, as much as we would want him to be, won't be as parental as Solomon or Lucifer, in fact, he is closer to Mammon in that sense
He's planning to spoil you with things that you do not need
And things you do need, of course
Simeon is the uncle you never knew you needed
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#headcanons#obey me shall we date#fanfiction#writing#fiction#child!reader#child mc#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me fluff#Toxic_Lemon.original
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song of styx - eddie munson
plot: your boyfriend has a request for you, one that you never would've imagined he'd try to talk you into--Eddie Munson, the satanic freak of Hawkins, wants a baby.
cws: fem reader, pregnancy talk, eddie's got baby fever, angel airs her insecurities, mentions of postpartum, dryhumping, breeding kink, implied post-s4, fluff
word count: 2.8k
spice level: 1/5
"I want a baby."
Eddie has his head laid out on your chest when he finally pipes up, his arms around your midsection, his voice clear and loud in your ears and in the otherwise quiet hum of the trailer. He'd invited you over for snuggles, and pizza, and conversation–but not that kind of conversation, at least not that you were expecting when you came over.
"You want a what? A baby?" You repeat it incredulously, trying to give your brain time to catch up. But it's really no use, you have no idea how to process that, so you just stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend until he hums his answer.
"Mhm." Eddie nods. You break out in a laugh, partly in shock and partly in disbelief.
"Uhh, this is kinda coming out of nowhere, honey. What do you-" He cuts you off by squeezing you tighter, reminding you of the stiffness in his pants that he's worked up by nuzzling into your side for the last hour. He's always been pretty easy to please, but a kid? That's not something you're so sure you can pop out easily.
"I just want a baby. Your baby." He mumbles into your chest, his eyes glazed over and doe-like when he looks at you over the bunched up fabric of the old band shirt of his you're wearing. If it were literally anything else, that would be enough for you to say yes, of course, anything he wants you'll give him. You really can't resist those big, brown eyes, most of the time.
"You do realize we're both broke, right? And Hawkins has a history of psycho Russian scientists and alternate dimension monsters and mind-controlling sorcerers popping up at random?" Eddie kisses you so gently, his lips soft like the cotton fluff of your pillow and warm like the spoonful of honey he stirs into your tea when you have an icky tummy. It's kisses like that that help you forget about everything, that help you deal with whatever else you have that lies ahead. It softens you, even just a little bit, and you can't help but keep an open ear to him for a while longer.
"Yeah. Still wanna knock you up, though." He starts rubbing your belly over your shirt, before getting a little more antsy and slipping it under the hem so there's nothing between his palm and your soft skin. He touches you like you're already pregnant, like this dream of his is a reality already and it's just a matter of time before you give him what he wants.
"D..Don't say it like that, Eddie.." You shift a little bit underneath him, your panties a bit wetter than they were before because of how low his voice just got. It's embarrassing how easily he can unravel you into a needy, greedy mess for him.
"Why?" He moves in closer, hips starting to roll against you for him to slowly start humping your thigh. "You getting bothered, pretty girl? Likin' the idea of me being your baby daddy?"
"We're broke," You repeat, a soft gasp escaping you when his fingers ghost over your clit, covered only by a thin layer of cotton from your panties–and while your first instinct is to clamp your legs shut, Eddie's looped his legs around one of yours and clamped it firmly between them, so you can only squirm in his hold. Plus, it only makes you more intimately aware of how much his cock is straining against his boxers, waistband pulling away just the smallest bit from the weight leaning against the front of them.
"We can figure it out. I'll get a job at the garage, sell a little extra on the side. Make some money for a crib, and bottles, and blankies." He smiles at the thought, head tilting and his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a hunger-fueled way.
"You're making it seem so simple. And what will I do, in this hypothetical scenario?"
"You'll grow our baby in that belly of yours. Be all cute and cranky and pregnant." You slap his arm, but it just makes him move in closer to your ear, murmuring all low and soft because he can tell that it's getting you all hot between the legs. Eddie knows it all, and it's frustrating…at least in the sexual way. "Get all needy when you can't touch yourself, cause you can't reach. I'll have to take care of you every single night. Hafta fuck you to sleep." As he speaks, his hand moves from above your shorts to beneath them, pushing the waist of your panties to crest over his knuckles and the rings he still has on as he slides one right in that crevice where he swears all the magic happens. He nudges the tip of his finger against your clit, staring down your underwear in wonder as he runs two of them through your slit to slick them up–but when he starts pushing them inside you and moaning quietly at the view, you press on his wrist and he draws them back, but doesn't take his hand out of your panties.
"S-So I'm gonna be a stay at home mom, then?"
"Don't have to be. But you could, if you wanted. I could make that happen." He presses another kiss to your jaw, offering a little comfort in the form of a sweet smile. He rubs the heel of his hand gently against your clit, just to remind you he's still there and for the pressure to curl your toes in your socks.
"Edward Munson, you can barely take care of yourself. How are you gonna take care of a baby?"
"I'll learn. We both will. And my uncle's pretty good with babies–he'd be happy to teach us. And babysit." He winks, like he's got this all figured out already. And in his mind, you're sure he's probably certain of that. His confidence is something to be admired, even when it is severely misguided.
"I dunno, Eddie…I don't want you to get all excited just to be disappointed when it's not fun anymore." He cocks his head, and you let out a sigh before elaborating a little more. Hard conversations really aren't your forte. "Babies are hard work. And staying together with a kid is hard, too, and I…"
"...You think I might leave you after the baby comes?"
Well, there it is. Sometimes you wish your insecurities weren't so transparent, your mind like a fishbowl for Eddie to peer inside and stick his fingers into to swirl it up. "I don't think you would, but it's a possibility. I'm not gonna look the same, and we'll be taking care of it constantly. It's…stressful." Eddie's eyes turn downcast. He's gentle in pulling his fingers from your panties, and plays with your hands absentmindedly. "I don't wanna disappoint you, honey. But I don't want to go along with something that you might not really want, either."
There's a few beats of radio silence then. The soft music from his stereo is barely audible over the sound of his fan weakly blowing slightly cooler air throughout his room, and neither of you have anything to break it. Until Eddie pipes up with a question you weren't expecting.
"Will you still love me after we have a baby?" He doesn't even turn his eyes up to meet yours until you tilt your head down at him, but when he does, they're so big and brown and soft. So sincere and lovely. You can't resist those–how could you?
"What? Of course I will. I always will. And seeing you with a baby would be…really sweet. Watching you feed them, and bounce them, and play your music for them, I think…" All four of your fingers curl around two of his, and you rub your thumb over his stubby nail before you pull his hand up to kiss his fingertips. "...it would probably make me fall in love with you all over again."
"Then why would you be any different?"
"I…I don't know. I guess…" You're struck a little dumb by that query, bumbling and averting your gaze from him until Eddie climbs over you, looms above you with his brown eyes filled with something akin to passion. Very, very heated passion.
"Pushing out our son would be a fucking miracle, angel, and you think I'd just say 'seeya' cause you look different?" While the serious tone he has makes your heart skip a beat, your first reaction is still to deny it. Eddie romanticizes things a lot, and it's easy for him to say that when he has no clue what it actually entails. He hasn't ever stayed up to feed a newborn or endured hours of screaming and soothing attempts.
But it's Eddie. You can feel the sincerity in his eyes, the love in everything he does, even in something as simple as breathing. When he looks at you, he loses air so easily–he just can't help but be mesmerized, even when he's being tough.
"I don't care what you look like–if I did, I'd be too much of an asshole to ever deserve you. And I already am."
"Eddie-" You raise a hand to cup his face, but he grabs your wrist and pins it back to the bed, his dark gaze never leaving yours.
"But you're my girl. I won't run away from you, and not from our little boy either." From here, the tent in his boxers is painfully obvious. But he pays his own discomfort very little mind, too caught up in the doe-like shimmer of your pretty eyes and the soft curve of your lips as they sit half-parted. "I would fuck you into absolute bliss. I'd make you forget all about the labour pain just so you beg me to put another baby in your belly."
His breathing fills the space between you, heavy and hot against your skin, giving off the image that he's only moments away from pouncing on you. He is. But he would never do so if he wasn't sure you wanted it, and until you finally speak up, he isn't.
"Our boy..?" Eddie's lips split into a smirk. The fingers he has twined tightly around your wrist venture down your arm, ghosting light touches over the delicate skin until he reaches the end and slides them absentmindedly over your ribcage.
"Munsons always have boys. And you'll be a Munson soon, if I have anything to say about it–with a little Munson inside you, too." His hand darts sideways to the hem of his shirt you're wearing, and he slides it up high enough to see that belly he's been talking about putting a baby into. That mention of making you into a Munson rings in your head and moves your focus away though, because while you love Eddie and you're sure you always will, neither of you have ever really brought up the idea of marriage. Babies neither, but a wedding with Eddie…that's a visual you're not sure you'll get out of your head anytime soon.
"Do you…really want a baby, Eddie? That badly?"
"Yes." He breathes instantly, without an ounce of hesitation. His hand hovers no longer, and he rubs over your bellybutton with a warm palm. "I want proof of our love. I want to show off to the whole town that you're mine, that you're having my baby, and that you're so happy with the freak of Hawkins that you'll let him be the father of your child."
"You're not a freak, Eddie. You're perfect." The words escape you just as swiftly, let out in a single breath that he swallows up in a kiss as warm as his hand on your belly.
"I'm a freak for you, baby." You can't help breaking out into laughter, and it makes Eddie's smile even wider. Sometimes you don't realize how much love is in his gaze when he looks at you, how much of you bubbles up in his mind and comes out in the most tender lyrics of the songs he writes and the ones he blasts in his ears when he's high. How much more of you he wants, to the point of asking you for something he once swore he'd never want, for fear of fucking something up he can't take back. But he could never mess something up if it's part of you. "There's my beautiful mama. He's gonna have your laugh, I can feel it."
"I hope he has your eyes." You caress his cheek, and he nuzzles into your touch, turning his head to kiss your fingertips. If you could feel how much his heart soars when he hears that, you might think he's having a heart attack. But he's just so in love it aches in his chest, makes him want to collapse into you and never pull himself out of your embrace. He takes your hand in his, and squeezes it like he's trying to convey how much he wants the same thing. "You'll be a fucking amazing mom. And I'll be a better dad than mine ever was. I'll play ball, and give him snuggles, and teach him how to sing."
Eddie's lips steal away everything else that you want to say, every thought that your mind is running wild with now that he's pried open those floodgates. You can imagine the afternoons spent out in the yard, watching Eddie chase your son through the sprinkler with laughter filling the summer air. The glint of the ring on his left hand as he snatches your toddler up and bounces him in his arms, his shirt soaked through and his shorts covered in grass stains. The squeal of your little boy as his daddy tickles him before rushing back through the spray of cool water to hurry towards you, your arms outstretched to capture both of them in a wet, giggly hug with Eddie's arm sliding around your waist to pull you close and kiss you. The need for that fantasy to be your reality isn't something you've felt before, but it's not something you want to push away. You don't think you can.
"He'll be so damn cute. We'll take a million pictures and annoy the hell out of everyone when he's born." Especially not when Eddie's so giddy about it in the same way, your giggles sparking an even more passionate exchange of kisses that quickly grow more heated, his tongue making way past your lips to find a home against yours.
"Now c'mon, this baby isn't gonna make himself. You in?" He whispers against your lips when he finally manages to extract himself from you, sitting back a bit on your legs to let both hands roam down to your waist. You raise your hips with a smirk, and grind against him through his boxers, drawing his nails down your sides and a groan from his throat.
"You want one so bad, then breed me like you want it." Eddie growls at that, really growls, the rumble deep in his chest and his eyes screwing shut like just looking at you will make him bust a load in his pants. You've never pegged him as having a breeding kink, he's never brought it up–but if you can expect more of that possessive grabbing at your hips by saying stuff like that, you know you're gonna do it.
"Can't wait to make you a mom. You're gonna be the hottest little milf in Hawkins," He paws at the waist of your bottoms, fumbling with the buttons and the zipper to get at what lies underneath–but he stops when you sit up on your elbows and distract him with a kiss, your hand on his chin as you whisper back into his mouth.
"And you're gonna be the coolest, bestest, most metal daddy ever." You giggle, and Eddie groans as you start rubbing up against him again, your hands sliding up around his shoulders before they clasp around the nape of his neck.
"That's right," He sighs with pleasure, and lowers himself until you're laid back against his sheets again. "M'gonna be a daddy. A real one."
It seems like he's lost himself a little in that fantasy, until he looks down at you with an intensity the likes of which you've never seen, passion burning behind his eyes like a river of flames. Like Styx.
"I can't fucking wait. Gonna fuck the baby fever into you til you can't get enough." Finally, he manages to get those wretched shorts off your hips, and rips them down your legs like he's tearing the wrapping off a long-awaited present. He moves himself aside only to get them off your ankles and throw them somewhere into the mess of his room, your bare legs caressed with a cool breeze from the fan until he's on top of you again. Eyes spelling out his need like words never could. "Now, show me just how much you wanna be a mommy, angel, and spread those pretty legs for me."
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#spicy writing#eddie's angelface#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#2k
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Sickeningly Sweet
Tw: Eating disorders and forced recovery. Please don't read if it may trigger you
Phantom was sat in Mountain's greenhouse, across from said ghoul. There was a table in between them as they sat facing each other. On the table lay a cute blue gingham table cloth and a set of matching china. There were two tea cups though lemonade filled them as well as two plates. Mountain had helped himself to a helping of fruit salad and a slice of cake he had made for the two of them.
Regardless of how cute the spread was, though, Phantom felt unbelievably overwhelmed. Not only was there a high calorie snack but also the drink, rendering him to try and not zone out. Mountain however ate without a problem and spoke softly to the other ghoul in between bites.
"You've been doing really well this week, I'm proud of you kid," he said sorry before drinking the rest of his lemonade and pouring himself another glass. He watched the younger ghoul falter between a frown and a smile, clearly mixed emotions.
"Thanks," he eventually whispered as he picked up his fork. Phantom poked at a piece of cake on his plate before looking back up at Mountain and seeing he wasn't looking at him. He took that opportunity to take a small taste of the dessert, not more than half a bite of it. Regardless of the amount, tears pricked his eyes. It tasted amazing but yet, he felt so guilty for eating it.
"Don't cry little one," Mountain said softly as he reached over to wipe away the tears, which only caused more. "Try to eat a little more, alright? I'm proud of you either way, I know this is one of your fear foods." Phantom looked alarmed at that, however, wondering how the other had known that. Sure he told Mountain a lot but never that much.
As if reading him mind, Mountain softly said, "Dew told me." He left out the part where Dewdrop also was trying to get better, unsure of how Phantom would react to that. He couldn't see a reason why the little ghoul would react unsavory but he wasn't going to risk it. Phantom had come so far. The fact that they both were sitting here, eating together, amazed him. He was so proud of the quintessence ghoul.
Phantom just nodded and tried to bite back his tears, trying to prevent his brain from adding up everything he had eaten today. 'I deserve this. I deserve to enjoy eating this and spending time with Mounty. Mounty made this cake for us and it tastes good. Finishing this piece of cake, the glass of lemonade and having some fruit salad isn't going to make me gain weight rapidly. I'm gonna be okay.... So why is it so damn hard?' He thought to himself, more tears rolling down his face as he cut off another bite of cake and stared at it.
Mountain offered him a smile of his own before cutting his own piece of cake and taking a much larger bite. He said nothing, not wanting to startle the other out of the bite, rather, he wanted the other ghoul to see that he was eating too and his weight was very stable. Mountain really didn't gain or loose weight much except on tour when he would forget to eat in turn for practicing; it was a habit he was trying to break though.
Seeing Mountain eat caused Phantom to follow in suit. His eyes closed as he felt more tears run down his face. He didn't get why it had to taste so good but still be terrifying. And why was he okay with ending dinner with a bowl of ice cream but Satan forbid he had anything cake like? It made him feel stupid.
The rest of the meal followed like that, Mountain pointing out random things or telling him what it was like before he was there and Phantom cried in between every bite of cake and sip of lemonade (the fruit was much easier for him to stomach). Mountain was proud of him though and that made Phantom happy. Even if it was hard, it was getting a little better everyday. And fuck did he miss cake.
#ghost the band#phantom ghoul#the band ghost fanfic#ghost#ghost angst#mountain ghoul#the band ghost#tw ed#tw ana shit#tw disordered eating
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This is kinda inspired by this!
@satans-beloved-riv
Also ik this was back in August but i’m slow..
IM SORRYY😭
TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️
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Maknae Torture
“And now for the radish game!” The staffs behind the camera equipment proudly announced.
Stray Kids were currently filming a gameshow for an upcoming comeback filled with various games and challenges. The members were enjoying themselves, laughing and joking throughout the filming when the popular game was presented before their own eyes. A mat was laid on the grass surface where each participant locked their arms together while the opponent attempted to separate them from each other. It was a fun game but, nonetheless, a few from the maknae line were bouncing around in anticipation. They knew how competitive their hyungs could get.
“Jisung, you’re up first!” One of the staffs called out before rolling the cameras. Everyone locked arms on the mat, giggling nervously. A loud ding had signified the stopwatch had started as Han rushed to the others, trying to pull their bodies off of the mat.
Going for Changbin first probably wasn’t the best idea considering how strong that man was. After some time of tugging the buff rapper, Jisung was losing hope. “Go for someone else!” Chan yelled from the other end of the chain. The boy followed his leaders orders and settled on Hyunjin, arguably one of the most sensitive in the group. The dramatic boy began shaking his head and kicking his legs when Jisung neared. “No! Go away!” the older protested. Han, unfortunately, ignored the boys pleas and was met with a shriek when his fingers collided with Hyunjin’s sides.
“Stohohop, this isn’t fahahair!” Replied the other who twisted his body to block the invading fingers, his laughter loud and restless. Hyunjin surprisingly held out for longer than expected until his body weakened enough from the nonstop squeezing and prodding to his hypersensitive sides, being dragged away from the rest.
“Hyung, why didn’t you hold out longer!” The maknae complained, eyeing the bold ‘3 minutes 27 seconds’ on the big timer near them. “Shut up! You would have done the same, Jeongin,” Hyunjin pouted, poking the younger’s lower rib for emphasis, causing the boy to jolt and smack the others hand away.
“I think Minho hyung should go next!” Jisung happily declared to the camera.
Sure enough, the next thing they knew, all of them were yet again laying down with connected limbs. When Lee Know saw the stopwatch begin, he already knew his tactic. It was easy. Go for the most ticklish. In no time, he pounced on Jeongin, giving the fox a smug look. I.N watched the other with fear in his eyes. “Hyung, please!” He begged as he tightened his grip around Chan and Felix’s arms. “Oh you’re done for..” Seungmin pronounced in sorrow. Having fallen victim to Minho’s evil tickle attacks, he knew how bad the youngest was about to get wrecked. Especially with how sensitive he was. “No can do,” Lee Know quickly drilled into the others hips with a smile on his face, relishing in the satisfying scream Jeongin produced.
“STOP!” The maknae desperately pled as he tried wiggling his hips away from the older’s thumbs. “Just let go, I.N, you know you want to..” Minho teased as Jeongin writhed around underneath him. “Plehehease! Stahaha- AH!” The other was cut off as both of his ribs were tasered repetitively by Lee Know’s index and pointer fingers. “Hyuhuhung! I cahahan’t!” The maknae whined, all while struggling and trying to block Lee Know’s violating fingers. The poor boy squealed when he felt Minho vibrating his fingers in between his ribs.
“NOHOHO! It tihihickles!” Voiced a distressed Jeongin.
“It’s supposed to tickle, idiot,” Teased the dancer, clawing at the boys upper ribs which I.N tried so hard to protect. “You’ll break sooner or later..” Said a clearly impatient Minho. He was getting annoyed with how long the youngest was holding out. The maknae twisted his upper body and clamped his arms down to his sides, receiving teases from his hyungs on the mat. Unfortunately, while he wiggled his body to the left, Lee Know found the perfect opportunity to sneak a few of his fingers into the fox’s exposed armpits.
The boy jerked violently at the unexpected touches, laughing and writhing around next to his members. “PLEHEHEASE! MINHO HYUHUHUNG!” Jeongin shrieked as the other explored the entirety of his weak spot. “Our maknae has ticklish armpits!” Teased the older in excitement, digging his fingers into the boy’s hollows.
“NOHOHO! STAHAP!”
Somehow that mischevious dancer knew just how to make the maknae scream.
“Poor Innie!” Felix laughed from next to the boy, receiving words of agreement from the other boys. “He’s dying~” Teased Seungmin who was smiling at how adorable the younger looked. Minho rolled his eyes at their comments, a grin plastered on his own face. He couldn’t deny it, their maknae did look cute in this predicament. “Just let goo..” Groaned Lee Know, jabbing Jeongin’s stomach repetitively, loving the boy’s frantic laughter.
“HYUHUNG!” The younger squirmed around, hoping the older’s hands would magically separate from his tummy.
“I.N-ah~ I’m gonna do the thing if you don’t let go!” Minho declared with a teasing tone. “Plehehease! Seheheriously don’t!” The maknae begged, panic evident in his voice. The rest of the members had their eyes on Jeongin, playfully poking fun at him.
“Good luck!” I.N heard Jisung say from next to Chan. The youngest only ignored him, his only focus being the evil glint Lee Know had in his eyes. “You have 3 seconds until immediate death!” The dancer said, watching the other hurriedly look around for an escape.
“Please!” The maknae pled, trying to look cute in hopes his hyung would take pity on him. “You’re adorable Jeongin, but your puppy eyes aren’t fooling anyone,”
“3..” I.N kicked his legs, trying to find a way out.
“2..” He glued his arms to his sides, attempting to curl up.
“1!” He felt his arm being ripped away from his midriff as Minho lowered down. The younger began shaking his head and trying to push his body away from a brutal Minho.
“CHANNIE HYUNG!” Shrieked the maknae as the leader brought his shirt up the best he could with their arms still linked. The betrayal!
Not even a second later, a scream ripped from I.N’s throat as Lee Know nuzzled his head into his bare side.
“AH! STOHOHOP!”
The trick Minho referred to as “The thing” was when the older buried his head into his side, applying just the right amount of pressure to get the maknae to die. Something about his soft, ticklish hair and the way he burrowed deep into Jeongin’s midriff made it unbearable.
“NOHOHOHO!”
The other tried his best to protect himself by bringing his arm down but, to his dismay, his hyung’s head prevented him from doing so.
“PLEHEHEASE!” The boy begged for what felt like the millionth time. “Just let me win already!” Lee Know mumbled into I.N’s side, causing Jeongin to screech due to the rippling sensations that spread across his nerves. Soon after, the maknae’s laughter turned silent as he thrashed underneath Minho’s grip, all while the dancer’s head was still pushed into his vulnerable skin.
It didn’t take long before Jeongin was tugging his arms out of the member’s grips.
After successfully making it out of Lee Know’s torture, he lay there limp, rubbing his side with his palm to remove the tingly feelings left on his body.
Minho sighed at the ‘7 minutes 12 seconds’ embedded on the timer.
“Well Jeongin, how did it feel to be tickled for over 7 minutes?” Chan teased.
Jeongin scoffed at the oldest, “I hate you,” He muttered, smiling at the face the boy made.
“Okay! I’m sorry!” Yelled the maknae when the leader wiggled his fingers towards him.
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I’m so sorry everyone!! I forgot this account existed so I didn’t finish the fic :(
But it’s finished now!
Stay healthy everyone!! <3
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༅ 𝒥ihane 𐙚 ˙
♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ ora, love, sinning star, haniel, love junior, shopkeeper ji, grandmother/grandma, trinketeer, the high priestess, doc, miss ji, satan, little love, sunshine, & ji.
ᰍ overall notables. this woman is known for having a smile that could make the cosmos bow their head in submission, and I’m not implying that it’s cunning. full pretty lips, the deepest dimples, and the sweetest titters that corresponds with her innately wholesome voice. has dimples quite literally everywhere — one forehead, four on her cheeks, two on her back, it’s crazy fr. once more, her voice is innately on the higher side, though far from annoying. it’s memorably saccharine, cloying, and sentimental, the personification of the most iridescent bubbles. a kind of voice that brings bundles of warmth and nostalgia; it’s a given that children are attracted to such due to its purity, so she’s often seen around the little kids of any presented au. has a subtle lisp. often refers to associates or recent friends as angel or cherub.
ᰍ standard physical facts. blonde patch in the front near the left side of her hair in human form. hair and skin is impractically soft considering her djinn side represents the elemental plane of air and clouds. keeps her djinn bottle as an earring accessory (considering its gold accents that corresponds with her brown attires and insignificant size, no one suspects it, but when they do, it’s not like they’re capable of snatching it off, for she has a spell that binds it to her ear permanently). has a silver smiley piercing which she naturally shows off.
დ genshin au notables! n/a (temporarily).
დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily).
დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).
ᰍ age appearance. nineteen (19).
ᰍ birthday. may 25th.
ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies depending on the au), african-american, + moroccan.
ᰍ gender, prns, sexuality. agender, she/her (though doesn’t care much), + panromantic & ninsexual.
ᰍ sun sign. gemini.
ᰍ MBTI. infj-t (the turbulent advocate).
ᰍ likes. heartstrings… but the word. the word is just so goddamn pretty to her. foamy soap dispensers. foamy facial cleansers. witchcraft. toy collecting. mango tea. tarot reading (giving & receiving). ghost hunting. black olives. artifact hunting/paranormal activity in general. palmistry. wind chimes omg. dream catchers omg. incense making. oh muh gud her friends!!! aerial silk (in genie form). moonwater. cake pops, so yummy!!!! piranhas. mochi. onesies. fucking berries… raspberries, black berries, blue berries, no matter. reading magazines. henna artistry. gold, gold, gold! cardigans. ACCESSORIES THAT JINGLE! tangia w/ fucking oxtails... favorite stew. loves stews and soups in general… or potato salad lol. puppies! very cute. philosophy, duh. listening to the ocean in seashells. cherubs. mud masks for face or hair, mud baths.. .the earth. LOVES the rain omg. thunder, lightning, strong wings- ok storms as well BUT primarily just rain. lingerie. igneous rocks. low-waisted pants. fossils. + aloe butter.
ᰍ dislikes. unnecessary and unasked for criticism. bombarding/unnecessary questions. rude or mentally/physically destructive customers. trypophobia. sudden upcoming mental breakdowns. cream of wheat. oversleeping. too much dairy (is lactose intolerant). stubborn, cat-coded characters!!! (“mh… it’s more of a guilty pleasure! all of my doted darlings are little mittens that keep me warm… argh, during the summer, that is”…) lost jewelry. terrible hair days. terrible mental health days, which leads to her dressing like a grandma fr. unanswered questions. frequent migraines. yo-yos (she could never do it :(.) scorpions. giant hornets. + intense, negative, & suffocating auras.
･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.
Receiving A Gift: II ୨୧ “Ambrosia at it’s finest…”
More About Jihane: III ୨୧ “Alright everyone, don’t scream… a legend has arrived… *a moment of awkward silence then mumbles* … O I sound like that damn crazy cat…”
About Us: Antiquity ୨୧ “Think of an antique as a book … Good stories aren’t discerned by worth, fame, or length, but by relatability or connectivity. Assess yourself as the narrator of this object if you’re drawn to it. As for me, Traveler, I’m very drawn to you. Do you mind if I give you a reading, maybe? I’d really like to test our relevance.”
Chat: Divinity ୨୧ “Oh Haniel, why must I be so fine? Ze’ma … Why must my wisdom be so divine? *giggles proudly* … Ze’maaa… Tis’ a sad, sad case for most…”
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Little Bastard | Alfie Solomons x platonic!gn!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: okay last one PROMISE
"So what? I have a soft spot. Big deal" - platonic/familial alfie solomons and a younger gn!reader if possible?
summary: Alfie's the only family you got, and although he trusts you more than anyone, he does still let you get away with murder.
tws: mentions of guns, swearing, mentions of smoking
Alfie took you under his wing when you were quite young, with no family left, Alfie decided to bring you into his own; you were only little, and he was the only family that you had. But he treated you no differently to his blood relatives - except he was a lot more lenient and a lot less coarse with you; you were his little sibling, he loved you, and he was always looking out for you. It was even often said that, if something were to happen to him, you would take over his business once you were old enough; luckily, though, that didn't seem to be a possibility, Alfie was strong and tough and he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
You sat in on meetings with him, always introduced as his sibling, sometimes the heir to his business as well, and if anyone had a problem with you, then Alfie had a problem with them; no one had a bigger problem with you than Tommy Shelby, though.
You were sat in Alfie's office with him as you listened to the Peaky Blinder rant and rave and bore everyone half to death when you suddenly spoke up.
"Not being funny, mate," you cleared your throat and looked him dead in the eye. "But don't you bust unions?"
Tommy frowned. "I do what I have to."
"Yeah, see, you bust unions," you shrugged. "You fuck over your own so that you can make a couple more pence. You let all the scabs in... my brother shouldn't be doing business with you."
He seemed a little caught off guard as he shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "May I have a cigarette?"
"No," you grinned. "I don't give shit to cunts."
"Alfie," Tommy turned to your brother, then, sighing heavily. "Come on. How long have we been doing business?"
Alfie shrugged, looking at you for a second before turning back to Tommy and clearing his throat. "I dunno, mate, I'm more inclined to listen to my own family than you. And if (y/n) thinks you're a cunt, then you're a cunt, yeah?"
"Alfie-"
"Yeah, I know, I know," he grumbled. "So what? I have a soft spot. Big deal. Now answer my sibling's question, yeah? 'Cause if you don't, I will fuckin' shoot you."
Tommy let out a soft growl as he stood up, shaking his head. "I think I'll leave. I'll be back when (y/n) isn't around."
You laughed, a howling sound as you threw your head back. "What? You scared, mate?"
"Not scared," Tommy shook his head again as he got to the door. "Practical."
You taunted and teased him as he left, but once the office door was closed, you turned to your brother again. "Now, before you say anything-"
"Nah, I ain't sayin' nothin'," Alfie chuckled, kicking his feet up on the desk. "This'll be your business one day, you might as well take charge here and there."
"So you think I did well?" You asked, almost impatient to hear his answer as you stared at him.
He fell silent for a bit, thinking about it; sure, you weren't a great negotiator, but you did always stand your ground, and you always made it clear where that ground was. Alfie knew that, if you ever took over from him, you would probably be alright.
"Yeah, you did alright, kid."
You smiled, kicking your feet up on the desk next to his and leaning back in your chair. "Do you think I'll be as good as you one day?"
"No one's as good as me," Alfie scoffed. "But you'll be alright. I trust you, (y/n)... just don't go fuckin' shootin' Peaky Blinders, yeah? Bad for business, that."
"How dare you?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "I wouldn't get caught shooting them."
"As long as you don't get caught," he chuckled, closing his eyes and resting his hands on his stomach. "What you fancy for tea, anyway? I were thinkin' we could cook somethin'."
"I'll cook," you told him, copying his actions without even thinking about it; you often mimicked Alfie's mannerisms without thinking about them, you always had done. "Full offense, Alf, but you're a shit cook."
"Fuck off." A smile tugged at his lips. "Little bastard."
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hi!! i hope you’re having a great day!! i was curious how the obey me ! boyfies (hcs) would react if their s/o who is selectively clingy w certain people kinda back off suddenly because they just feel.. embarrassed?? like when they were a kid people reacted negatively to their clinginess and would ignore them for it. and they just feel so dumb to show emotion & showing their clinginess? and they feel like they’re being a bother and being annoying too... & suddenly just feel like closing off from the world lol? & like they can just feel really out of place and get negative thoughts that they don’t belong there, X person or a group of ppl in the convo don’t wanna talk to them etc and feel like they don’t belong in the conversation if that makes sense (i get those thoughts especially when i’m in a group i feel like i get overlooked a lot lol and i’ve never really felt included + like i can just feel so overwhelmed sometimes about the amount pf people / crowds or feeling like i’m being judged bc i’m beating myself up mentally abt my insecurities and i just end up most likely having a panic attack and just like tearing up, either crying on the spot or trying to hold it in till i get home). i’ve been feeling like this recently and i’d love to see what they’d do if that’s possible please!! thank you so much!!
I love such requests and I want to remind everyone that my blog is a very safe space where we can imagine whatever we want for our MC and be proud of it. Happy to write it!
Lucifer:
He is stunned at first. Like, things were going great and suddenly, you are backing off?...
He looks you deep in the eyes, lifting your chin up, and asks softly "Is everything okay or do you need to share something?"
Is incredibly patient while you are trying to explain what's going on in your head.
Also, will not let you go unless you share everything to him about how you feel and why.
"I love you deeply and I hope my loyalty and love will soon help you realize what a wonderful creature worth of admiration you are".
Mammon:
Okay, he'll be judging himself immediately as soon as you back off because well, he is in a constant state of low self-confidence and always feels like he is guilty for everything that happens.
"Did I do something wrong? I'll understand if yes, I ruin everything"
Oh, it has NOTHING to do with him. Huh. A relief. But another worry then - what caused you to act this way?
"WHO MADE YOU UNHAPPY? I'LL FIND 'EM!"
After you explain the reasoning behind your behavior, he slightly relaxes but is still worried.
"Can I help somehow? Like, you want some time alone or something? Just tell me,okay?"
Will hug you and whisper "I love you" in your ear till it tickles and you laugh.
Leviathan:
Oh no, what did he do? Why did you back off?
Is it because he is too much of an otaku? HE KNEW IT
It’s not him? Huh? It’s a relief, probably. Though he is still upset about your reaction because he can’t understand it and starts to worry too.
“M-m-maybe you can explain it to me? I’m sure I can understand. I’ve been living in the shadow of my brothers, I know about such things”
Ah, he sees it now.
He will smile brightly and hug you. “It’s okay to feel like this but I hope, together we can create a safe space for us both”.
Satan
Is slightly suprirsed, confused and a tiny bit offended.
Because well, everything was great and then... this thing happened. Did he do anything wrong?
Because he must know so not to repeat it in the future.
He sees you are hesitant to explain but surprisingly, Satan is really patient and will not just let it go.
“Kitten, I’ve never in my life been happier than when I am with you. It’s okay sometimes we need our space but trust me, you never bore or upset me”.
Will make you some mint tea and will bring you sugar cookies while reading a book to you.
Asmodeus
To be honest, he is slightly hurt because no one ever backed off from him before.
Will become very emotional but also determined to find out the reason behind your behavior.
“Darling, but would you please come in my arms? I’d love to calm you down”.
Will stroke your hair and give you kisses on the head until you are able to explain what happened.
Is super sensitive and supportive (which is one of his greatest strengths)
“My dear, even I feel overlooked at times... Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Beelzebub
He has a bit of a hard time understanding such things so he will honestly have no idea what to do at first.
Like, do you wanna be alone or do you need him? Do you wanna cry or are you angry at him?
It’s really complex for Beel and he often wishes he was better at understanding both demons and humans.
He will directly ask you and will apologize for not understanding your emotions.
While he can’t fully comprehend the concept of you being selectively clingy, he will do his best to understand it in the future.
“Just share how you feel with me, okay? Like, always”
Belphegor
He won’t show it but it hurt him when you backed off.
“Maybe you can write me a note next time you decide you don’t like me anymore?”
*yeah, sarcasm is his weapon of choice when he is confused*
Will hate himself for saying that so will be double-confused since he is akward with apologies.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to... Damn! Listen, I’m sorry, I just got a bit scared and I don’t know what’s happening. Mind explaining, please?”
*yes, he is super akward with that*
Will be surprisingly patient and caring while waiting for your explanation because a) he needs to know and b) he slightly screwed up so...
“I see. We’ll work it out so no worries again, deal?”
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More obey me scenarios from me maladaptive day dreaming ^3^
SAMS AND COSTCO EDITION
Lucifer:Rember we don't want to cause chaos in the human realm during our vist if you do you be punished at home
Mammon:yeah yeah Let's go already!
Lucifer:Mammon...
Mammon:I mean Yes sir!
*insert sadistic lucifer smile here*
Luke:*grabbing mc's sleeve* come on i want to go see if they have ingredient for that new dessert recipe
MC: oh my diavolo yes let's go
*both about to run off*
Simeon:luke you both have to grab a cart first
Luke:oh right
*after every pair grabs their cart*
Lucifer:Alright stick with your pairs im gonna say them one more time[just read the pairs below]
Group 1 latte duo: Satan and Asmodeus
Group 2 "Dialuci is what I've heard people call us! Oh no..." = Lucifer and Lord Diavolo
Group 3 : lukes dads = Simeon and Barbatos
Group 4 : Best Brothers = Beelzebub and Brlphagor
Group 5 : Act most like siblings = Leviathan and mammon
Group 6 =Mephistopheles and rapheal
Group 7 = Thirteen and Solomon
Group 8 : unsupervised = Mc and LUKE.<3
[Just little tidbits not full thing]
Asmo: Oh my look at all these facial kits~
Satan:*holding romance books and a new coffee maker* ...
Asmo:...
Satan: Romance movies and facials while drinking coffee.
Asmo:your the best brother Satan!~
[Next group]
Lucifer: Lord Diavolo are you sure this is neseaccary
[Diavolos goofy laugh]
Diavolo: Of course it is!
*the cart full of random items and diavolo is holding up matching pajamas for him, lucifer, Mc, and Batbatos*
[Next group]
Barbatos: I feel this would be best for a new recipe I've been wanting to try.
Simeon:oh?
Barbatos: i sall this tea jelly to put on pastries when reading a book the other day sometimes people glaze it with honey or some sort of cream.
Simeon: oo sounds delicious would you mind if I also tried to make it when we get back i feel the jelly itself would be good in bubble milk tea.
Barbatos: I wouldn't mind at all and that does sound delightful.
[Next group]
Beelzebub: hmm this looks delicious
Belphagor: mhm.. we should get more bedding and food for a sleepover with MC later.
Beelzebub: I agree. ... do you think MC wants chocolate or strawberry pudding..
Belphagor:hmm get both
Beelzebub:hm your right..
[Next group]
Levithan: woah! They have limited edition Tsl Plushies!
Mammon:..get 5 of each I want to sell 1 of each..
Leviathan:heh? What are you gonna do with the other three of each...hehe are you gonna gift them to MC and Beel?~
Mammon: Sh- shut up!
Leviathan:but I can't figure who the last set will go too...wait ARE YOU A TSL FAN!
Mammon: JUST PUT THEM IN THE CART
Leviathan:lol lower
Mammon:YOU LITTERALY LIKE IT MORE THEM ME
Leviathan: Shut up Mammon
[Next group]
Mephistopheles :This camera would be great for the Newspaper club!
Rapheal:[lost somewhere in the store]
[Next group]
Group 7: they weren't aloud inside and just went into a boba shop nearby
[Next group]
Luke:MC Look at this! Can I get it for Simeon?
MC: of course Luke . *ruffles his hair*
Luke: hey I'm not a kid!
MC:*giggles*
[Alright next is what everyone bought]
Asmodeus and Satan: Hello kitty coffee maker, k - cups, coffee beans, Creamer, sugar, hello kitty blankets, Fluffy body pillows, nail polish, Facial kit.
Diavolo and Lucifer: Cat keyboard, Random bakery items, Choclate fountain, 4 pairs of matching silk PJs, 4 matching slippers, Nail polish, Orbees spa feet thing, INSANE amount of stationary and note books, Wine , tea, and seafood.
Simeon and Barbatos: 15 Times of teas,milk,sugar, Mason jars, Costers , pens, 5 cook books, Aprons, Books, matching Sunglasses , and Diet coke.
Belphagor and Beelzebub: 2 Alaskan king beds , 10 throw blankets, 8 comforters, 30 pillows, 15 oversized Plushies, insane amount of snacks, matching PJ'S, Hulu subscription, Netflix subscription, Disney + Subscription, and 4 board games.
Leviathan and mammon: 5 full TSl plushie sets.
Mephistopheles and rapheal : New camera and a churro.
Solomon and Thirteen: Boba.
MC and Luke: Gift for Simeon and matching hoodies.
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The Life of Royals - Anything for You
Genre: Fluff (Second-hand embarrassment incoming!)
Pairing: Lucifer/F!MC
Summary: When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s
| First Chapter | Previous Chapter |
You woke up earlier than usual the next day. You showered and dressed up on your own, feeling a bit better now and more motivated to learn.
By the time Marie and Rose came into your room to wake you up, they were met with a neat, empty room.
The bed was made, the curtains were open and there was no sign of you in the room. They both panicked, fearing that something bad had happened to you.
Only to see you already in your study, working hard.
“Your Highness, please call us should you feel like waking up early again. It’s our job to attend to you,” Marie scolded you after pouring you a cup of tea.
“I’m sorry. I was afraid you’re all still resting. After all, it’s still early.”
“Your Highness, should the others know that our Master wakes up earlier than us, we’ll be punished. Besides, we are already up during that time, so please do not hesitate to call us for help,” Rose added.
You nodded and smiled.
These two had been helping you with adapting to royalty life from the start and you were really grateful for their help. They filled you in on the information that your teachers didn’t tell you. They even gave advice on things that you’re not familiar with.
Now, you’re more familiar with how nobles think and do.
“However, I do need to advise you on your sleeping schedule. We don’t mind if you want to wake up early should you feel the need to study but please go to bed early. You have been staying up late because you want to study and it is not good for your skin, Your Highness.”
“Marie is right, Your Highness. I also heard from His Highness that there will be a wedding ceremony in three weeks? Therefore, we will monitor your diet until then.”
“Yes, Your Highness. And we will also monitor your condition and prepare well for your wedding dress.”
“You also need to take care of your skin and your hair. And also—”
So this is what Satan meant yesterday…
By the time Marie and Rose finished explaining about the things you need to do and monitor, you could only blink blankly.
“I hope you don’t run away from us, Your Highness.” Rose smiled.
Is it just me or did her smile give off some strange vibes just now?
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“You look elated today. Something good happened?” Lucifer put down his cutlery and focused solely on you.
Your smiles were radiating throughout the room during the whole dinner time and it cheered Lucifer up from his stressful day. So he couldn’t help but feel curious about your unusual bubbly self.
A Queen should be calm and composed all the time; never wavering or showing any emotions when she’s exposed to new things or feeling discomfort from anything.
Your open book behaviour was probably not what the old Lucifer would want. But he had decided to throw that excessive ideal of his away and savour these moments with you.
After all, you’re his wife first, before you are the future Queen.
And having his wife being the exact opposite of him wasn’t something terrible after all. It’s nice to spend time with you after a full day of never-ending paperwork, field trips and constant issues to be solved in the country.
“I learnt how to do embroidery today. It was fun!”
Lucifer smiled, glad that you seemed to be enjoying the lessons, at least. He heard from Madam Leela—your etiquette teacher—that you made tremendous progress these past few days. You’ve also kept up with the other lessons and are now progressing further into the syllabus.
Maybe pressuring you wasn’t the best choice to take. And Lucifer learnt it the hard way.
“Is that so? I hope you don’t prick your fingers when you practise embroidering.” Lucifer reached out to grab your left hand and rubbed your fingertips softly.
He eyed your ring finger, empty and bare of no jewellery at the moment before letting out a small smile. The images of seeing a shiny ring on it after the ceremony filled him with joy.
Lucifer was too caught up in his imagination to even realise he had intertwined his fingers to yours, causing you to be completely frozen by his action. Even Jean and Marie were trying their best not to let their mouth agape from witnessing a new side of the Crown Prince.
“Your-Your Highness…” You were blushing profusely.
Upon hearing himself being called, he focused back to reality and realised what he had done.
Lucifer let go of your hand, retracted his own hand from the table and cleared his throat before saying, “Apologies for my indecency, Princess.”
Now, he’s blushing.
And now Jean and Marie were also slowly blushing from the second-hand embarrassment.
Oh my God! Someone stop this! Please! This is so embarrassing!
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Similar to the narrator, you were still flustered by Lucifer’s actions. Marie had helped you change into your nightwear without mentioning the incident in the dining hall during dinner.
“Sleep well, Your Highness. You have a very busy day tomorrow. The royal designer, as well as the jeweller, is coming to get your measurements. And you also need to polish your dancing skills with Madam Leela tomorrow,” Marie reminded you.
You thanked her for the reminder and lay down on your massive bed, trying to calm your pounding heart. You tossed and turned, trying really hard to fall asleep but failed miserably.
The light touches as he massaged your fingertips.
The way he traced your ring finger.
The way he squeezed his own fingers in between yours.
The warmth from his hand.
You immediately sat up, wanting to scream and throw your pillows at the wall—or more accurately, at the images of Lucifer you see when you look at the wall.
‘I’m crazy! I’m going crazy!’
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Sure enough, Rose and Marie nagged you about sleeping late, yet again, the next day, “Your Highness, this is an important time for you! Please ditch your studies for a while and sleep early.”
In truth, you weren’t actually studying last night. You were far too distracted to calm down and sleep so you decided to embroider a handkerchief.
You weren’t sure if Lucifer actually wears a handkerchief but you decided to just go with it anyway.
Yes, you were embroidering a handkerchief with Lucifer in mind.
At first, it was to show off how good you’ve become after hours and hours of practice but after the incident last week, you decided you want to give him something as a gift.
Madam Leela had shown you how to embroider emblems from the Houses in the country. According to her, in the past, women would show their embroidery skills to their potential suitors as one of their many qualities to be married into the family. If the embroidery is neat and lovely, the higher the chances of them being chosen as the partner.
Nowadays, it’s more of a hobby and doesn't hold any hidden meanings. Though it wasn’t a crucial thing to learn at such times where everything needs to be learned in a short amount of time, you were grateful to Lucifer for giving you the chance to learn this skill.
He could definitely cut it from the syllabus, but he didn’t. And because of that, you’re going to show him your appreciation by embroidering the Royal family’s emblem.
Since you wanted this to be a surprise, you didn’t say anything to your maids, in fear that they might spill the news to Jean and eventually let it travel to Lucifer.
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“That’s brilliant, Your Highness. Your movements are sharper now. You’re doing really well.” Madam Leela squeezed your hand with a smile on her face.
“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress! The public will surely love you, Your Highness.” Madam Leela clasped her hands together and brought them close to her chest. Her eyes were filled with nothing but adoration towards the Princess.
Who would’ve thought after learning from her for almost a month, you would’ve gained a new mother figure.
Though she was strict, she showed true patience and care when she was teaching. Madam Leela became one of the few people that you confided in and you’re glad she’s proud of your progress.
“This is my last lesson with you. You’ve grown into a true Lady”
“Madam, I couldn’t have done it without you..please don’t cry… I’m tearing up as well…”
“Your Highness, you have every quality to be a ruler. Please don’t forget that. I will support you my whole life and you shall have my loyalty,” she gave you a smile before you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.
“Thank you for everything, Madam. I will always remember you. And please feel free to visit me again. You are not just my teacher, but also like my mother. I’d love to keep in touch with you after this.”
Madam Leela gave you one last smile before wishing you all the best for your future endeavours.
Watching her back turned against you made you reminisce about the journey you’ve been through to get through today. You left your family, your home country and your comfort zone to be a princess in the neighbouring country.
It seemed crazy to believe but you’re still here after all the things that happened to you.
But it didn’t change the fact that you have been missing your family so much. You couldn’t really keep in touch with them all the time as it’s still not safe to communicate before the public announcement. You could only call them during the weekends, but it’s also time constricted.
You made a mental note to ask for Lucifer’s permission to visit them after the ceremony later.
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The Princes had invited you for a tea time together near your private garden during the evening. Considering you’re almost done with your lessons for the day, you agreed.
You arrived at the scene with all six of them already waiting for you at the table. They were still a rowdy bunch, although they’ve toned it down considering they were in public at the moment.
When they saw you walking towards them, they gave you a smile and all stood up to greet you but you stopped them by putting a hand up.
“It’s alright. No need for formalities.”
With the permission granted from the Crown Princess, no one would dare to disobey, right?
A good choice. Now everyone can have fun without thinking about etiquette!
A butler pulled a seat for you in between Asmo and Levi. Although the fifth born seemed overly excited to have you sitting beside him, the third born didn’t seem so much.
You gave a glance to Levi to make sure he was comfortable but caught him shying away and looking in the other direction.
“I’m sorry. Did I perhaps make you uncomfortable, Leviathan?”
“Don’t mind him, he’s always like that with anyone new,” Asmo said, sipping his tea calmly.
“Is that so? Then, maybe I should change my seat? I wouldn’t want you to–”
“Wait wait! No! That’s not what I-! I mean, no, I’m okay with you sitting there. It’s okay…”
“Why’re ya actin’ all shy anyway? She’s our big sis now. It’s not like she’s a potential candidate for your marriage. Wait! Do you like her?”
“No! What nonsense are you talking about!” Levi glared at Mammon with seething anger.
“And there they go again.” Satan shook his head in disbelief.
You couldn’t help but give a smile when they started arguing with each other. They reminded you of your friends back home.
“Anyway! You don’t need to call me by my full name. It’ll only make me more nervous. Like I just did something wrong that needed a scolding or something,” Levi said.
“Yeah, just call him Levi. You can call me Belphie too. And Beel here will be Beel to you too.”
“Me too! Me too! Just call me Asmo! Cute name, right? Well, I am cute. And pretty! But my name is cute too! Can you believe that–”
“Dammit Asmo! No one wants to hear ya talkin' about that!”
“Hey! You take that back!”
And now it’s Asmo’s turn to argue with Mammon.
'Wow! What a cheerful family this is!’
You were laughing quietly when you felt a hand brush up against your cheek and slowly trace your skin. You quickly looked back and saw Lucifer standing behind you with his infamous expressionless face.
Again with that unreadable expression!
“The Prince Charming is finally here. I see,” Satan scoffed.
The argument died down soon after as they all looked over to the eldest. It may look like they were communicating telepathically because it was followed by a long silence after.
You started to shift uncomfortably on your seat so you held his gloved hand that was still on your cheek and tugged it slightly, “Will you be joining us, Your Highness?”
“Yeah, have a seat Lucifer. It’s been a long time since we had tea together,” Beel said.
You instructed the butler to grab another chair for Lucifer without hearing his replies, to which he didn’t say much and just sat between you and Levi.
“Did you just finish your work, Your Highness?”
“Yes.” His reply was curt and short, very typical of Lucifer.
The atmosphere cheered back up as they all conversed with each other with the occasional reply from Lucifer himself.
You were having fun getting to know the Princes, but unbeknownst to you, someone else was just not having it.
“Belphie, could you pass me the scone?”
“Satan, about that book you recommended earlier…”
“I never knew about that. Thank you for telling me, Beel!”
“But Levi said it’s fine, no?”
“That’s beautiful, Asmo!”
“What do you mean, Mammon?”
Lucifer’s frown was getting deeper every time you said something. He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Why the scowl, Lucifer?” Asmo asked.
You quickly turned your direction to face him after Asmo said it. You blinked curiously before asking, “Are you not enjoying yourself, Your Highness?”
Your Highness…
Yet…
The sudden glare directed at you made you lean back in surprise.
'What’s wrong with him??’
The long silence was broken by Levi’s cheerful laughter, “I think I know what’s going on here.”
Satan and Asmo followed through and soon after, all of them were laughing. The ones who were not were you and Lucifer.
Although by now, Lucifer would’ve ceased his brothers’ laughing fest, he didn’t. He was still giving that glare to you, but you could only sit there and wonder why.
“Your Highness? Did… Did I do something wrong?”
The brothers laughed once again.
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You were on edge. You’re not sure why Lucifer seemed furious this evening when he’s sitting right in front of you with a small smile.
Was it because he’s jealous?
If he’s jealous, then why did he give permission for you to join the mini tea party in the first place? Besides, he didn’t seem to mind anytime his brothers came by to your waiting room just to talk.
He even once let you go horse riding with Belphie alone, without any knights supervising you two.
Lucifer seemed more complicated than you thought.
“Your Highness?” you tried speaking.
The slight downfall of his smile didn’t go unnoticed by you, “About this evening–”
Lucifer waved his hand as a signal for Jean and Rose to leave the room. As soon as the door clicked, he turned his full attention to you, eyes slightly glaring at your whole being.
“Did I perhaps… Did I do something wrong …?”
“MC.”
“Y-yes?”
“Try calling me by my name.”
“Huh?”
“My name.”
“Lucifer?”
“Good.” He resumed his eating and left you there, still confused for your own good.
“Your Highness, I don’t-”
“Lucifer.”
…
You finally put two and two together.
This jerk!
“You don’t seem to have a problem with calling my brothers by their names, yet why is it so hard for you to call me by my real name?”
Because I’m trying to respect you, you asshole!
“I thought I'd said this to you before, no?”
.
“Your Highness this! Your Highness that! I have a name too! ”
“Lucifer! Call me Lucifer… Please…"
.
“You were drunk at that time! I didn’t know you’re being serious!” You couldn’t contain your anger any longer.
“Well, I’m sober now.”
This man is really driving you crazy.
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After mentally checking all the preparations, Lucifer leaned back on his throne and listened carefully to the issues presented by the nobles in the meeting hall.
Giving his opinions and solutions once in a while, he was ready to end the meeting. The reason was mainly due to him feeling eager to break the news to the heads of the Houses.
Considering you rarely went out from your study during the day, it was easy for Lucifer to hide your existence in this huge palace. The only House that was aware of your presence was the House of Gillwell, where Madam Leela was from.
They did a great job of concealing the news from spreading out so Lucifer reminded himself to grant them a reward in return.
“Your Highness,” Jean whispered from behind him.
Jean approached Lucifer and leaned closer, “Her Highness is waiting for you in your waiting room. It seems like she wants to talk to you.”
The more reason for Lucifer to end the meeting early.
“Entertain her for a while. I’ll be there shortly.”
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Shortly was definitely not two hours.
Lucifer exited the meeting hall with a deep frown.
He didn’t think the last issue was going to take so long to discuss. It’s not fair to cut the meeting short only for his personal matter so Lucifer calmed himself down and sat through all the discussion and gave his appropriate decision. He did, however, say that he’d look further on the matter so as to not stretch out the time.
By the time he was at his wit’s end, he just dropped the news of the royal wedding ceremony in a week's time before exiting the hall without further explanations.
Whatever the nobles did or said after that, he couldn’t care less.
He had kept you waiting for a long time now and the guilt was gnawing at him.
“Did you give her some refreshments?” Lucifer asked Jean.
“I did. However, Her Highness told me to leave her alone and do my other jobs. I insisted on accompanying her but Her Highness also insisted that I leave and get things done. I don’t know what to do.”
“So you left her alone for two hours?” Lucifer raised his voice while still walking fast to his waiting room.
“No, I did not, Your Highness. I accompanied Her Highness for about an hour before she told me to leave.”
You must have felt bad for keeping Jean from doing his other work around the palace.
Lucifer fastened his pace and within seconds, he was already at the door. He pushed open the door to see you, sleeping soundly on one of his couches.
You were leaning to the end side of the couch and tugging your hands under your head. You did, however, keep your feet to the ground so your sleeping pose wasn’t too inappropriate to be seen by another man in the room—and by another man, it was only Jean.
Lucifer’s heart clenched by the sight so he approached you slowly.
'Sorry for making you wait so long, MC.’
He kneeled down to have a closer look at your peaceful face. A smile was drawn on his lips as he extended his hand to tug your loose locks behind your ear. Lucifer then cupped your cheek softly and said, “MC?”
You didn’t answer. Lucifer’s grin was wider as he discovered a new cute side of you.
But, the longer he touched you, the more his joy started to disappear as fear slowly crept into his whole being.
He bit the tip of his glove and aggressively took it off with his teeth before touching your cheek once again. His heart skipped a beat as he frantically touched your forehead next.
“Jean! Call the royal physician! Now!”
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Sweaty how do you think the Papas would interact at an amusement park?
Here's some quick lil headcanons for each one!
PRIMO
Is there to try all the carnival food. His Prime Mover might be upset at all the junk, but he rarely gets to treat himself
Actually loves rollar coasters. He loves hearing everyone scream, while he's laughing and having a great time
Used to be great at winning carnival games for Secondo and Terzo when they were young. Now not so much
Hates the bumper cars or tea cups.
Has a stomach ache on the ride home, but also a big smile
SECONDO
He pretends to hate it.
He really tries to hate it.
He doesn't wanna smile, but satan damn it, he's having a fun time. It's loud though and he will complain about that.
Enjoys bumper cars and rides that are slower/smoother. If they have a train ride, he'll grab his kids/niblings and go for a ride too
Doesn't play carnival games
If there's alcohol at this park, he's about to pay 20 dollars for a single glass of shitty wine
Might black out before going home, but he'll relent the next day that he had a good time
TERZO
The worst of the bunch
You think he's a menace on stage? Imagine this guy at an amusement park
He's trying to get selfies with everyone
Everyone. Not just the park workers.
"You're having a good day, si? We should make a memory of it."
Is amazing at carnival games and always gives out the prizes to someone nearby or to his prime mover.
Would get into a fight with anyone wearing an animal suit
Loves every ride
Has to be dragged out still when the park closes.
COPIA
He much prefers zoos
There's a lot going on at an amusement park, and he gets easily distracted/overwhelmed
if they have a petting zoo area, he's bee-lining to that.
Loves to get ice cream and would go on train rides with Secondo
Is really good at taking the littlest clergy members onto rides. Doesn't mind riding the kid rides with them.
Is secretly really amazing at carnival games, better than Terzo, but he doesn't know how it keeps happening.
If he gets taken through a scary ride, he's surprisingly fine with it. Until he gets home
Wants to leave the park an hour before close to beat traffic, but it's also so he can have some relax/recharge time from all the people.
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Sample chapter.
Shiro realizes that Lewin is his son and his relationship with Mephisto is much more complicated than her first assumed.
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Chapter 4: That Weird Kid.
Mephisto stretched and yawned.
He tossed his long legs out from under the covers, hopping to his feet. With the excitement of a small child, he crossed his cavernous bedroom and threw open damask curtains, revealing bright, cheerful sunshine. Mephisto knew full well that his demon passenger hated the light, but his human side loved the warmth, the dawn of another day.
It was a second (or third, or fourth) chance to get the world spinning right.
Well, he'd try anyway.
And, of course, he knew this was coming; he'd lived it all before. But yes, the sun was lovely. And today, it has always proven to be quite entertaining.
This is the day that Shiro meets his love child.
The day that Shiro would understand the inner workings of their relationship with greater understanding. Oh yes, he wouldn't be happy about that!!
The demon yanked a long braided cord next to the balcony door. A bell clanked throughout the mansion, signalling to Mephisto's staff that he needed breakfast. He curled himself within a round plush chair just in time to see an army of servants enter.
"British Tea cakes and scones with lemon curd." Belial rolled in a cart with a golden-tiered dessert arrangement. "Plus, eggs, Croque Madame, pain au chocolat..."
"This is all fine, Belial." Mephisto pouted, waving his hand dismissively. "But did you remember the date?"
"Yes, Master." Belial bowed with a small smile. "I have not forgotten. It is the first of October."
With a flourish of his gloved hand, the butler demon produced a pumpkin-spiced Latte.
Mephisto practically giggled with delight.
"Does it have an extra shot of pumpkin and toffee-nut syrup!?"
"Yes, master, and quad shots of expresso."
"Ohhhh gooodie!!" The demon took a long sip, a large portion of froth fluffing onto his face. "This is the best morning ever!"
After a long leisurely breakfast, Mephisto spent over an hour in the bathroom. Starting with a good scrub in his room-sized marble shower. He groaned in delight as the multiple jets eased his many aches and pains. As his mind drifted off, he thought about Shiro.
God, he was such a pain in the ass!!
Shiro always called Mephisto lazy during missions. If only he knew how ridiculously fragile his life in Assiah was, the stress on his body. How hard he had to work to save the planet continuously. Shiro was such an insufferable ruffian to demons. (Of course, Mephisto used him for that exact purpose), but a bit of understanding occasionally would be nice.
He climbed out of the shower and dried with a soft towel. With a snap of a finger, Mephisto was instantly dressed in office attire.
A white suit and dress pants were required for the day, as a suit was Vatican protocol for the upper ranks. Of course, Mephisto's outfit was highly embellished pushing the rules to the extreme, with bejewelled pins, cufflinks and decorative trim. The demon still carried a watch on a long, golden chain in his breast pocket.
But it wasn't just any watch. It was the Doomsday Clock, the real one.
Back before the Blue Night, when Yuri Egin had tried to escape with Satan and join him, the clock had moved backward, giving Assiah unlimited survival time. But Shiro had completely fucked it up. Once the Paladin separated Yuri from Satan, he inadvertently pushed Doomsday forward to the Blue Night. Much to Mephisto's alarm, the clock had stopped ticking.
It had taken some quick thinking on his part to undo the entire mess. He invented a workaround, orchestrating the birth of Rin and Yukio. Once that happened, Mephisto gained five more years.
But Yuri died because of Shiro's continued stubbornness.
In every timeline, the demon-killing Paladin destroyed Satan.
There was another option, but Shiro would never agree,
There is no sense in even mentioning it. Not yet, anyway.
Honestly, Mephisto sighed painfully. It was all Shiro's fault. If only he could learn to feel love or trust for a demon. Just once.
Mephisto opened his walk-in toiletries closet, picking out an expensive cologne and applying it behind his pointed elf-like ears. He then applied a tiny amount of hair gel to his palm and carefully smoothed out the plumes of his multicoloured horn into its typical jaunty curl. Next, he produced a kohl pencil and drew a perfect plum line beneath his long black lashes, smudging it carefully into a slight smoke. He loved all shades of purple and plum; they made his green eyes pop!!
Mephisto grinned winningly at his reflection:
He was such a beautiful creature!
How could the humans not trust him? It was a travesty!!!
"Morning, bro." Amaimon strolled into the bathroom wearing a baggy pair of boxers. The younger demon scratched his ass and passed wind loudly. Mephisto scowled in disgust.
"What a pleasure you are." He mocked disdainfully. "You and your smelly arse.."
"That is the best part of human bodies." Amaimon's green eyes trolled his brother. "The part that smells like the fire and brimstone of Gehenna."
Amaimon then grabbed Mephisto's electric toothbrush and cleaned his fangs with it.
"What are you doing!!!!" Mephisto shouted with horror. "That's my toothbrush!!!"
"So what?"
"You're getting your germs all over it!!"
"But isn't my body a clone of yours?" Amaimon furrowed his brows. "We have the same germs."
"Oh, hardly!!" Mephisto yanked the brush from his mouth. "You've eaten dead animals laying the road!!!"
"I was real hungry." Amaimon shrugged his shoulders. "It was just that one time..."
"BELIAL!!!" Mephisto shouted. "I need a new toothbrush!!!"
"Yes, Master." A distant voice responded.
Mephisto then took the cap off his deodorant and saw a long green hair curled on top, like the sprig of an unruly plant. He glanced over at Amaimon, and his brother grinned mischievously.
"It covers up the fart smell..."
"OH GOD!!! BELIAL!!!!" Mephisto gagged. "I need--!!"
"--Yes, Master," His servant responded dourly. "You need a new toothbrush and deodorant."
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Shiro marched into one of the Vatican practice rooms and waited. Today, he would meet a new recruit, one that was so powerful. Mephisto thought that someday he'd be a knight.
"Well, whatever." Shiro grumped out loud. "What's it gotta do with me?"
"I want you to spend time with him." Mephisto entered the room, sipping a china cup of tea. "I need to test his capabilities."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because I trust your judgement, Shiro-pon." Mephisto winked with a happy smile. "This recruit is very special."
"If you like him, that means he's trouble."
"I like you."
"Exactly."
Then, the double doors to the training room opened, revealing the hulking form of the exorcist Osceola and, at his side, his young apprentice. Shiro raised a curious eyebrow; the kid wasn't overly tall or strongly built. He wore a True Cross student uniform, and heavy dark-rimmed glasses framed his blue eyes.
Shiro was dumbstruck; he looked like an older version of Yukio...
"Stay here, please." Osceola left the teen by the door. He walked over to Shiro, placing a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Good to see you, old friend." The man smiled. "I have brought you a piece of hassle today; apologies."
"Hmph." Shiro graced him with a lopsided grin. "He doesn't look like trouble to me."
"He was given to me by Mephisto to train at the Mexican Branch. He was too much for his parents to handle. He is incredibly smart and can talk to spirits."
"What type of spirits?" Shiro inquired.
"All of them." Osceola sighed. "He seems to harness the powers of Azazel."
"Were his parents exorcists?" Shiro's interest was piqued. "How on earth would some random kid get an Azazel temptaint? The Azazel line is dead."
"No idea." The other exorcist shrugged his shoulders. "The boy was adopted."
"I see." Shiro furrowed his brows. "What's his name."
"Lewin Light," Osceola responded. "But his nickname is---"
"--Wait...wait." Shiro put up his hands. "Is this that weird kid--the one that was struck by Lightning?"
"During the blue night?" Oceola nodded. "Satan attacked our compound, and a bolt shot through the boy like a conduit. Lewin felt nothing, but his eyes were not the same afterward."
Shiro walked over to Lewin and studied his weird, paranormal eyes.
"Azazel.." Shiro murmured. "They have weakness in the eyes."
"Or... maybe it's a strength?" The boy burst into a lazy grin. "I guess it depends."
"Depends on what?" Shiro frowned.
"Whether you like demons." He smirked. "Or if you want to talk to ghosts."
Shiro's mind raced. Could this brat talk to Yuri?
"Can you talk to particular ghosts?"
The boy sighed with disappointment.
"Nah. I can't focus on anyone in particular." Lewin grumbled. "It's like, I'm just not strong enough to get a clear signal."
"I wonder." Mephisto smiled evilly. "If being next to Azazel would help?"
"You mean," Shiro questioned. "Use that old crystalized demon as a giant antenna?"
"Hmmm." Mephisto mused. "Something like that."
"Worth a try." Shiro turned to Osceola. "Hey, can I borrow the kid for a while?"
"Of course," Osceola nodded. "He could use some company that isn't me for a change."
Shiro snapped his fingers, and the large double doors rumbled open. As the two made their way outside, Lightning shouted over his shoulder. "Don't miss me too much!! I know it pains you to have me gone!!"
"Pains me greatly, Lewin." The large exorcist smirked. "I'm going to enjoy the quiet and have a beer at the cantina. Be respectful of the Paladin, and don't blow the Vatican up, please."
"Ohhhhh." Lewin's weird eyes sparkled. "I love a challenge!!"
"Lewin!" Osceola threatenend.
"Yes, boss!"
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Shiro frowned the entire time he walked with Lewin. The young man never stopped talking and peppered him with endless questions. The questions were far too advanced for someone his age, which completely unnerved him.
"Why are you so fascinated with demon eaters?" Shiro grumped. "That shit is illegal."
"That's what I don't get." Lewin crossed his arms. "All exorcists have a demon temptaint, which gives them their power. So, why wouldn't an exorcist want a closer relationship with a demon? Becoming one with a demon makes perfect sense..."
"Well, most people are afraid of losing their damn souls." Shiro laughed incredulously. "And you can't trust a demon, ever."
"Okay," Lightning chuckled. "So, can I ask you a personal question?"
"You're gonna anyway...."
"What demon gave you a temptaint?"
"Fuck, kid. I dunno." Shiro sighed painfully. "I've had it since I was younger than you."
"It's Mephisto, isn't it?"
Shiro stopped walking.
"What if it is?" Shiro growled. "So, what?"
"Look, I'm trying to work something out. A weird thing happened to me during the blue night. I know that Satan possessed you, and somehow you survived. I'm trying to draw a connection with my experience."
"I survived," Shiro answered. "Because Shemihaza was there--"
"--Or was it Mephisto?" Lewin remarked. "It would make more sense if you guys had a contract."
Shiro furrowed his brows with growing curiousity.
"How so?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Lewin's voice became serious. "If you have a contract, he could have been possessing you for years. That means his power transformed your DNA."
"He's not able to create life like Shemihaza."
The teen scoffed and walked on ahead of him. "No, but he is kin with death and can turn back time. Maybe he did it on a micro-level, healing your wounds...Or, I don't know, maybe you're almost a demon yourself. He's been possessing you for what? Almost 20 years?
"I think I'd know."
"Know what?"
"If that damn clown was playing around inside my body!"
"Listen, don't get angry." Lightning held up his hands patronizingly. "They don't teach this stuff to exorcists for a reason. They don't want kids with temptaint getting any demon-loving ideas. And Mephisto is the head of the entire school; he wouldn't want a future vessel getting wind of his schemes...."
"Very true," Shiro answered gruffly. "By the way, if this knowledge is all contraband. How the hell do you know so much?"
"Easy, I talk to demons." The kid's creepy eyes fixated on him. "And they tell me all their secrets, or else."
"You have a violent streak." Shiro pursed his lips. "I respect that. So, how would one know if a demon trickster was possessing them?"
The kid grinned with almost nerdy excitement.
"I'd look for missing time, blackouts, strange memories and weird dreams. Ever have any of that?"
"Yeah." Shiro laughed heartily. "But I drink so much whiskey....."
The Paladin rounded the corner until he came to a secret cavern in the deep keep of the Japan Branch. Before him stood an enormous door.
"Wait, are we really going to the Vatican?"
"Yeah, kid." Shiro nodded. "I want you to meet the King of Spirits."
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Lewin followed Shiro through the ancient labyrinth underneath the Holy City. He took a disposable instamatic camera and snapped pictures of artifacts, sculptures and wall engravings.
"Kid, you aren't supposed to do that."
"Oh?" Lewin grinned. "Are you going to report me?"
"Of course not." Shiro was annoyed. "I'm not a rat."
"Good." Lewin winked mischievously. "I didn't think you were."
"Why do you want to take pictures of that old crap, anyway?"
"They say the tunnels under the Vatican are filled with more arcane secrets than Sir Phele's bedroom." The kid glanced at Shiro slyly, "Ever been in there?"
"What!?" Shiro's face reddened. "I've never been in anywhere but his office!!"
"Hey, hey, don't get offended." Lewin placed a hand over his heart. "They say he hides his big tail in there. I assume it's magical, and maybe you've seen it?"
"We're here," Shiro scruffed Lewin by the neck. "I'd shut up if I were you. Don't you want to get in here?"
"Shutting up." Lightning's face was overcome with awe. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes."
Three large doors delineated the entrances to the tombs of the demon kings. Compared to the others, the centre door was rather stark and was guarded by two mean-looking exorcists.
"I'm here to see the old man," Shiro announced.
"Very well, Paladin." The one man huffed. "But the lad, he doesn't have clearance."
"He doesn't need it," Shiro answered nonchalantly. "He's my new apprentice."
"Hahahaha! Yeah! He teaching me to shut up!!" Lewin chimed in. "Obviously, I'm failing!"
One guard frowned at Lewin; the other cracked a smile.
"Good luck with this one, Shiro. Osceola said he's trouble."
"Yeah...what a fucking mess, eh?" Shiro replied good-naturedly. "I get all the difficult assignments."
"Yes, that is why you're the Paladin." The guard gestured toward the door. "We'll let him in. But keep a close eye on him. If he gets hurt, it'll be our asses. Plus, a mountain of paperwork for you."
"Affirmative." Shiro winked. "I won't harm a hair on his head."
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Lewin and Shiro walked the long distance through the frozen fields until they reached a swirled crystallized vortex that was once the Demon King of Spirit, Azazel.
Assiah was controlled by eight demon kings, Light (Lucifer), Time/Space (Samael), Spirit(Azazel), Rot (Astaroth), Fire(Iblis), Water(Egyn), Earth(Amaimon) and Insects(Beelzebub). Adding to this list of demons was the Sol of Creation, the Goddess Shemihaza.
Most demons chose to stay within Assiah to enjoy the pleasures of the human-life, possessing human bodies. But it was a difficult balance to maintain, as demons are powerful and human bodies fragile.
Instead of continuously investing in new human flesh, Azazel returned to Gehenna, much to the chagrin of Samael, who lost an important ally.
Samael continued to take on human bodies over the last thousand years and Mephisto Pheles was his current human host.
"This is one of the most sacred places." Shiro motioned Lewin up a long set of stone stairs. "This crystal mountain contains the demon king's heart. Anyone with an Azazel temptaint can come up here and meditate. They say, it clears the mind."
"Cool!" Lightning was utterly stoked. "Is it okay if I touch it?"
"I don't see why not, it's just a big piece of old glass."
Lewin smirked, not believing that description for a second, he could feel the demonic energy radiating off the surface in waves, beckoning him forward.
As soon as Lewin placed his palm on the smooth crystal, he gasped in pain, as a strange bluish/white energy bolted through his body.
"Lightning!!" Shiro tried to pull him away, but an electric force sent Shiro catapaulting backwards, some 50 feet away.
After the intense pain subsided, Lightning was soon overcome with a sense of calm, a voice infilrated his mind from some distant realm. Beyond the glass, a mist took human form. An old bearded man in a long white robe, stood before him.
"Hello, Grandson." The demon acknowledged. "We've talked so often in dreams, I was wondering when Time would allow me to see you?"
"Why did you call me Grandson? I don't understand, you must be my father." Lightning's voice betrayed a hint of disappointment. " I thought the Azazel line was dead in Assiah?"
"No, there is another." Azazel sighed. "Only one survived, and he is your father."
"But who is he, I have so many questions."
"You will find out in Time." Azazel huffed. "If Time allows."
"So, Am I..." Lightning whispered. "Am I weak? In my eyes---?"
"Your eyes are a portal between the spirit world and Assiah." The demon waved his hand dismissively. "Only the temptaint of Samael can create pathways to other dimensions, some physical and some metaphysical. Your weakness has nothing to do with your Azazel heritage, more to do with a scheming bastard."
"I have a Samael temptaint?"
The demon nodded, his expression filled with ire.
"He, too, is your father."
"My god, I am so confused with all of this."
"Yes, I'm sure you are." Azazel responded. "But I cannot help you with your emotional quest. I am a demon afterall, emotions are the realm of humans."
"I understand." Lightning cracked a smile. "I too, I have difficulty expressing myself."
"Grandson." The mist began to fade. "I must go now, as my powers diminish. My ability to return to the realm weakens with each passing day. I am ready to die, I've lived far too long. I'm wish to follow the spirits I help transition."
"Gramps, will I ever talk to you again?"
"Come to this mountain, grandson. As long as I'm able, I will guide you.
"But what happens when you fully pass over?"
"Come to me still, and inherit my heart."
It was then that Lightning felt the power leave his body, his hand to fell away from the crystal surface.
Shiro rushed to his Lewin's, and shook him from the trance, back into the world of action..
"Kid...wake up." He urged. "You ain't dead are ya?"
"No, no I'm fine." Lightning laughed through a raspy gasp. "Better than fine, in fact. I spoke to Azazel."
"What!?" Shiro was floored. "He hasn't spoken in years!! What did the old fart say?"
"Get this." Lightning's voice became deadly serious. "He said that weakness in the eyes are portals between dimensions--" Lewin glanced at Shiro. "And are only caused by the space/time powers of a Samael temptaint. It appears I am a relative of Samael...and Azazel."
Shiro helped the weakened Lewin down the mountain. The young man struggled to walk, his feet tripping over small rocks in his path.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Shiro was concerned. "You took quite a jolt."
"Yeah, it's cool." The teen answered. "I just need a long nap and a couple of hamburgers and--my eyes are pretty blurry." Lewin took off his glasses and squinted. He could see perfectly fine without them!
The boy stuck the frames into his pocket and smiled. Azazel the left him with a gift!
"Did he mention who your father was?" Shiro inquired conversationally. "Was he part of the Order?"
"He said he was the last of many, the last of the Azazel line."
Shiro stopped dead in his tracks and inwardly did the math. All of the Azazel clones had been long dead, save for him and Goro. The rest of the test subjects never left the lab. And since the blue night, Shiro was all that remained. Goro had become Satan, and it was documented that he only had eyes for Yuri. Plus, this kid was already 17 years old..
"Oh--" Shiro barked, in realization. "--Fuck."
Could it be? Was this weird kid, his son?
"Huh? What's the matter, Shiro?"
"I'm just thinking of all the paperwork I'll have to file on this." The Paladin quickly came up with a lie.
"Hahaha!!" The kid slapped him on the back. "You, my friend, are paperwork free."
No sooner had the words left Lightning's lips, he passed out, falling hard to the ground.
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The meeting part 1
Twilight eclipse: *knocks on the pie castle gate* i wanted to knock eclipse wats that smell twilight?
Blood: *opens the door smoking a blunt* hmm? Ok? Come in i guess if u can walk ahaha mom their here
Pinkie: welcome to my castle the meeting will start soon tea coffee desserts?
Twilight eclipse: uh no thanks *smiles* but we r here for the holy lord himself or herself forward uh plz?
Pinkie: oh well uhm my son is his vessel so u gotta ask him
Blood: *blows weed smoke in both there faces* and that's me *puffs on his fat blunt blowing more smoke*
Twilight eclipse: well we need him for this meeting yes its very important between the holy lord and me and and eclipse
Blood: do i fuckin care *his eyes turns pure black* don't fuck with me
Pinkie: son i got this go finish ur medicine
Blood: *teleports away*
Twilight eclipse: wats his problem miss pie? Yeah we need him to help us with something. But it can only be done by the holy lord himself
Pinkie: just be patient with my son alot is going on in his life and he still don't know how to feel about it being gods vessel and everything u know
Twilight eclipse: we understand miss pie we have patients don't worry
Rave: *tackles pinkie to the ground* gotcha grammy hahahah *runs away*
Pinkie: excuse me one second *disappears*
Twilight eclipse: did she? Yes damn this family is uh
B: freaky odd weirdest?
Belle: i think there thinking were freaks sis
Party: i think ur right sisters hahah
Twilight eclipse: kids? He has kids?
B: and there's more of us hehe
Pinkie: *teleports back downstairs with twilight eclipse* sorry about that
Blood: *crashes threw the castle walls onto the table getting up instantly* that's it!!!!!!! *rips off his fake skin bolting back outside*
Twilight eclipse: uh wats happening?
Pinkie: family matter plz wait here don't move plz *summon her party mallet teleporting outside*
Twilight eclipse: *sneaks outside watching from a distance*
*twilight and eclipse watch blood and his mom fight off a draconequus*
Twilight eclipse: is that discord? No.. it can't be he been gone for years
Dusk dawn: mom dad
?: *looks at dusk and dawn firing a blast at them*
Blood: nooo *teleports in front of them taking the blast turning too ashes*
Twilight eclipse: that just happened........ oh fuck!!!!! Kids over here hurry
Dusk dawn: *run into the castle*
Surprise jr: *crawls out of a hell hole charging at the draconequus*
Dusk dawn: who's that mom? It's satan i think right dad?
Twilight eclipse: *watch them fight following their moves* holy shit.....
Blood: *rises from the ashes exploding the draconequus*
*orgins and body part goes everywhere*
Twilight eclipse: *hold dusk and dawn tight* stay here kids *walks up to surprise* uh sir?
Surprise jr: *look at twilight and eclipse*
Blood: move now *pushes twilight and eclipse and surprise into the castle*
Dusk dawn: *stays close to twilight eclipse*
Surprise jr: seeya bro *disappears in fire*
Blood: now wat do u need?
Twilight eclipse: uh we need a blessing
Blood: a blessing for wat?
Twilight eclipse: a blessing for protection my lord
Blood: is this a family blessing for protection or? *looks at dusk and dawn*
Twilight eclipse: family my lord
Blood: fine give a sec to make a seal *cuts his wrist making a blood seal on the floor*
Dusk dawn: mom? dad? Is this gonna work?
Twilight eclipse: it will
Blood: ok surround the seal
*they surround the seal as it lights up purple*
Blood: join hooves my childern then the blessing shall start
*theys held each other hooves*
Blood: god, hear our prayers, for we need the blessing of protection over twilight eclipse and dusk dawn. may their lives be safe and happy for the end of time, it's self amen
Twilight eclipse: amen amen
Dusk dawn: amen amen
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