#(most likely ‘called’ by Lucifer’s signature when passing through)

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

Me in shower: Holyshit I have some baller headcanons!!

Me out of shower: …FORGOR

[twistedtummies2]

Meeting Aaron Dismuke & John Barrowman (ComicCon)

Okay, SO! I just got home from ComicCon. First of all, yes. I did, in fact, get a chance to meet Aaron Dismuke - Tamaki, Lucifer, Professor Moriarty, and more. First of all, MY GOD THE MAN IS TALL. O_O Second of all, he was absolutely darling. Even before I got to him, I learned how nice he was: two young ladies wanted a picture and autograph, but the card reader at his booth was malfunctioning. He told them, very sincerely, that if he couldn’t get the card reader working in a short time, he’d let them have their signatures and pics for free. (That did not happen; they got the device working again...oooonly for it to malfunction once more immediately after. Go figure. :P ) In fact, multiple times during my encounter with him, he pointed out that he felt the prices for the convention were MUCH too high.  Once I did meet him...it only got so much better. I asked him what his favorite part of playing William in MTP was...and he got so excited he SLAMMED the book I’d brought for him to sign shut before going into this spiel about everything he loved about the show. I may be paraphrasing slightly, but I think it went like this... “So, when I was a teenager, I actually had this fantasy - I used it for a school paper - about how, if someone were to kill the ten richest people in the world, and then keep doing that every month...what would happen? How would the world be better or worse? Would this eventually lead to a better place? William’s ‘Eat the Rich’ Philosophy isn’t EXACTLY the same, but it tapped into that old fantasy, and so it was actually more personal for me. Plus, I really love his attitude: anger is actually an emotion I don’t find easy in my repertoire - I don’t really get angry much in real life, I don’t think - and it was interesting to play a character who, no matter what happened, NEVER gets angry. Or, you know, never EXHIBITS how angry he is. He keeps everything level. Plus, it’s a classic character from some classic stories, so that was just cool!” After all this, he signed my book (”Catch Me If You Can, Mr. Holmes.” - A. Dismuke, Moriarty) and then I decided to be a bit more daring. I asked him if it would be allowed for me to take a video recording of him saying that same famous line. He responded that it was allowed, but he would have to charge me for it. “How much?” “I don’t know, the price is probably dumb...tell you what. For you? Thirty dollars.” I SLAPPED THOSE BILLS DOWN, BOI. He then asked for me to put my phone in selfie mode, and proceeded to record not only him saying the lines, but an almost two-minute spiel of him talking about the dialect and how he actually had to change his pronunciation of “Holmes” slightly during the show, because apparently someone joked that the way he said that name “sounded like a Minecraft character.” I sure as heck wasn’t gonna stop him.  THEN, we took the picture...and in the past, people I’ve taken photos with at the Con usually just sort of smile for the camera. There’s nothing wrong with that, naturally, I wouldn’t ask for otherwise. But he actually wanted to do something special, so he came up with us posing with him reading the manga, while myself - in costume and character as Holmes - peered at the book through my magnifying glass. He and the person taking the photo cracked up and we had to take the picture a second time because it came out all blurry the first time. XD TO TOP ALL THAT OFF...later, I passed by his booth, and he was still there. I called out to him: “Professor! We meet again!” He bowed. BOWED, I SAY! Naturally, I am elated by all of that. (Also, I still have more to share, but I’m putting a Keep Reading at this point because I think meeting Dismuke is the part you all want to know most about, and this is clearly going to be a long post. LOL)

SO...Aaron Dismuke wasn’t the only person I met today. I also got to meet John Barrowman - Jack Harkness from Doctor Who & Torchwood, Raoul from Phantom of the Opera, Merlyn from Arrow, etc. For him, I brought along a DVD collection of all the episodes for the 9th and 10th Doctors - those were the seasons Jack appeared in.  This encounter was much shorter, but it was still no less enjoyable. He was also amazing; he talked to everyone in line as if they were people he’d met before, and was well-acquainted with, no matter who they were, what they were dressed as, etc. When I got up to him and asked for his signature, I also asked him, “what’s a role you’ve always wanted to play that you haven’t yet?” He paused then responded: “To be honest, I don’t think about that. See, if it’s a role I’ve always wanted to play, then that would mean it’s a role that already exists, and that somebody else has already done before. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but what I REALLY love most is playing a character who is completely new, and being able to bring my own originality into the part.” An interesting philosophy I found both noble and unique. Then came the pictures...and yes, pictures, because he took four of them. We took one of us just smiling for the camera, then another of the same (”just to be safe”), then a “sassy” picture (I looked more...weird than sassy, ha ha), and finally a “silly and ugly” picture. All around awesome. <3 Beyond those meetings, lots of fun was otherwise had. Bought a lot of cool goodies from the shops (nothing anime-related, so not sure how much of it you guys would be interested in; might share more info there with friends in private), and I took a lot of photos of some really cool costumes. A lot of people really liked my Sherlock Holmes cosplay, I was surprised and happy to find! One encounter I MUST share before I close this message out: right after meeting both Dismuke and Barrowman, I ran into a cosplayer...of William!  “Professor!” I called out. “What are the odds?” I think they were even more happy to see Holmes than I was to see Moriarty! They were with a couple of non-costumed friends, who commented that they hadn’t expected to meet any other Moriarty fans there...and then asked to confirm if I was one. I responded by pulling out my copy of the manga from my bag. This only got them more excited, and they remarked, “You must be so ready to meet Aaron Dismuke!” I grinned and revealed I’d already gotten the autograph. I’m pretty sure the squeal they let out might have broken the sound barrier.  We took a photo with each other, each holding our copy of the manga’s first volume. Of all the people I took photos with/of that day - from comic book characters, to My Hero Academia cosplays, to the Addams Family, to Alice in Wonderland characters, to Scooby-Doo, to the 11th Doctor, AND STILL MANY MORE...that was by far the most joyous. “I mark this day with a white stone.”

[wineandsay]

May as well make a headcanon post involving Nyx since she's relevant for Christophe's Helluva/Hazbin AU.

Things may be subject to change cuz I'm indecisive.

Faceclaim for Nyx is Black Swan from Honkai Star Rail.

Now first off, Christophe and Nyx are NOT romantically involved in each other in any way. Nyx may make flirtarious remarks around or towards him, but this is also her strange and sort of twisted way of teasing him and sometimes trying to mess with his head. Infact their relationship is a bit complicated (which I'll dive into later). Again, the two are NOT romantically involved in each other in any way.

Nyx is the Goddess of the Night and she resides in the Underworld within Tartarus. Despite just being the Goddess of Night, she too has her own collection of souls, though the souls she has collected are souls that are waiting fo be reborn into a brand new life, so she claims.

When fate calls, Nyx will put someone to sleep. Not meaning make them fall asleep until the next day or temporary. Sleep as in she'll have someone die in their sleep when time/fate calls for it. She usually tries to give her "victim" more time to be alive, but somedays she doesn't have a choice but to end their misery, so she puts them to sleep and soon to die in their sleep.

Nyx is a little complex to understand as she is not evil nor is she good.

The "evil" in Nyx:

Depending on the situation (or even her mood), she may try to manipulate one's weakness, meaning she'll try to screw around with someone's head. She'll do this if she considers you "interesting", though doesn't exactly mean any harm (unless you ask for it).

The "good" in Nyx:

She's usually considerate and believes people on the surface of Earth should be given another chance to live even if they're near death, however when fate calls for it, sometimes even she has no control over life or death. She also has a bit of a soft spot for children, and when she has to put them to "sleep", it actually breaks her a bit, though she tends to mask her sorrows.

Nyx' powers:

Can turn day to night (duh, because she's the Goddess of Night)

Can actually take away life, but she only does this if The Moirai (The Fates) demand it. She takes one's life away by putting them to sleep and soon to pass away while her "victim" sleeps.

Make flames and change the colors (her signature color is purple, so she usually makes her flames purple)

Shapeshifting into a mere shadow

Creating illusions/hallucinations (usually in dreams or nightmares when one is asleep, but she can do it outside of dreams or nightmares too)

Summoning gigantic shadowy hands towards her opponent

Nyx and Christophe:

The day Christophe died, Nyx was the one who found his corpse and took him to the Underworld and under her wing when no one in Heaven or Hell would (this was before Lucifer became a fallen angel in Hell btw), considering while the man died a hero and was suppose to go to Heaven for the most part for his heroic death, the man didn't believe in the Heavens. He believed he deserved to be in Hell however, but Satan found him even unworthy for hell (also believing Christophe shouldn't even be in Hell for his heroic death). So before Christophe's corpse had even started to rot and fade away, Nyx took him under her wing, also giving him part of her own powers in which Christophe is able to shapeshift into a mere shadow, also being able to shapeshift his own arm into a gigantic beast-like or shadow-like hand, plus being able to manipulate his own aura/energy and turn it into a weapon.

Nyx practically owns Christophe's soul since no one else would take it, although Hades tried to fight her for it since the two considered Christophe's soul a bit of a special one that they don't come across all too often anymore.

As a Goddess, Nyx who has seen through Christophe's soul, and openly shows her interest in him, also considering him a "favorite" though not romantically, despite making flirtarious remarks towards him and teasing him, she's aware of his weaknesses and what he desires.

Christophe despises Nyx as she constantly tries to mess with his head, also targeting his weaknesses and desires, and yet ironically enough the man works for her because the Goddess owns his soul. Though despite Nyx owning his soul, she tends to give him some freedom.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 10-12

Masterlist

Time for a Freaky Friday situation, an Isekai situation, and a fun family trip! And what’s a fun family trip without helping your uncle who is trapped in an attic and trying to raise a cat with your half-brother/uncle/whatever whose in your father’s body? Dear Grandfather God… get MC some help-

Let’s pick up where we left off last time with MC and Belphie >:)

“No need to be nervous, I won’t bite.” Belphie tapped his knuckles against the door he was leaning on to emphasize his point. “And I can’t on account of the magic door.”

“Why…” MC began before straightening their posture and clearing their throat. “What are you doing up here? I was told you were in the human world.”

“As you can see,” Belphie sighed. “I’m not. I’ve been stuck in the attic since before you got here.”

“But why?”

“Lucifer.”

MC narrowed their eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He locked me up here, rude, right?” Belphie’s carefree tone heavily contrasted how tense his shoulders were as he leaned oh-too casually on the doorframe. “To cut right to the chase, I need your help.”

“My… help..?”

“Yep. I need you to get me out of here.” Upon seeing MC’s scandalized expression, he raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Calm down, I’ll explain.”

Belphie began his explanation. “So, Lucifer and I got into a little brotherly spat that got blown out of proportion, it was really all a misunderstanding. I want to be able to have a civil conversation with Lucifer that isn’t marred by my… prison.”

“Mammon told me that you opposed the exchange program, and that’s why you got sent to the human world.” MC said quietly. Ugh, they almost cursed themselves out then and there for all the muttering they were doing. They weren’t some guilty child!

Belphie had a look on his face that MC had seen on the five other brothers. The look that always preceded one of the brothers calling Mammon a scumbag, a moron, an idiot, or something equally nasty. The look quickly disappeared as Belphie gave MC a halfhearted shrug.

“I was, yes. But I couldn’t care less about that now.” Belphie waved his hand in the air like he was waving off the whole issue. “It was my bad, really. I was being unreasonable, and I got pissed.”

“What exactly do you need me to do to get you out of there?” MC asked, clenching and unclenching their fist to get the tension out.

“I need you to undo the spell holding the door shut. If you were anyone else, I’d be asking you to make pacts with my brothers in order to override Lucifer’s spell and open the door,” Belphie’s eyes flashed again. “But you… you can just use some of your magic, can’t you? I assume Lucifer passed some of his power down to you?”

MC stiffened and took a step back from the door. “How did you-”

“MC, I’ve lived with Lucifer for over five thousand years, I know his magical signature as well as I know my own, and yours is too damn close to his to be a wild coincidence. And,” Belphie gestured at MC. “You look and act like a mini him. It’s cute, honestly.”

MC frowned, cute?! MC wasn’t cute! But that was a… decent explanation..?

“So,” Belphie took a step back from the door. “Put your hand on the door, and try to open it. You might feel some magical resistance but if your magic is similar enough to Lucifer’s you might be able to open it without any difficulty at all.”

MC reached out, then hesitated. “How do I know you aren’t lying to me?”

“MC, you’re my brother’s kid. I don’t want this dumb fight between me and Lucifer to break my family apart. Besides, it’ll be nice to have you as a part of the family too. I don’t want to sully that by being stuck up here.”

Part of the family? MC’s eyes practically sparkled. A real part of their new family… they looked up at Belphegor and nodded.

“Okay, here I go…” MC tentatively placed their hand on the door.

It began to burn at an intensity that nearly made MC scream and collapse on the spot. Their hand was glued to the door as the door’s spell seemed to crawl its way up their arm. MC countered with the biggest burst of their own magic they could possibly muster.

The blast of bright blue that slammed into the door made it creak back and forth slightly, but the spell held its ground.

MC snatched their hand back and stared expectantly at the door. They swayed on their feet slightly as they looked up at Belphegor, who tapped the door. When blue sparks met his hand, he frowned.

“It didn’t… it didn’t work… I’m…” MC paused before they apologized, they didn’t have to. They tried their best, didn’t they? They just needed to get a better hold of their magic. “I’ll get stronger, I’ll get better at magic and then I’ll come back and open the door.”

Belphie sighed in relief and smiled at MC. “Thank you, MC. You’re really helping me out here, you’re sweet.” Belphie then crouched ever so slightly to get to MC’s level, and smirked conspiratorially. “You know, all powerful demons need snacks to recharge their magic, right? Mammon has a massive stash of candy that he thinks is secret hidden in one of the potted plants in the planetarium. You didn’t hear this from me though.”

They gave Belphegor a small smile. “I’ll get you out soon, okay?”

“I trust that you will.”

———

Disgusting.

That was the one thought that permeated through Belphegor’s mind when he first saw MC.

The thought remained throughout the entire first encounter, and the feeling of roiling nausea only grew when MC’s attempt to break Lucifer’s spell failed spectacularly. Belphie tried as best as he could to follow MC’s retreating form down the attic hallway, but his vision was limited.

A half demon. Truly Lucifer had fallen from whatever grace he still had left from a time where his youngest brother actually respected him.

A half human child. Did Lucifer truly have no self respect? A proud high ranking demon, the second strongest in the entire Devildom, in fact, had a half human child.

How monumentally stupid.

Belphegor was no stranger to half-demons, he had been alive far too long to have never come across one. A few hundred years ago they were much more common, running around the human world wreaking havoc and scurrying around the Devildom like scared mice. The duality always made Belphie smile. They may have been beings of pure terror in the human world, but their demon half could never compare to real demons in the Devildom.

Asmodeus held the unofficial record for most half demon children, obviously. As much as Belphegor absolutely detested humans, he couldn’t exactly fault his older brother. Asmo was the Avatar of Lust after all, and the Avatar of Sloth of all people couldn’t judge him for indulging in his sin every once and a while.

Hell, even Satan and Mammon occasionally had children pop up in the human world. The difference, the thing that made all the difference was that they never brought their… spawn home. They never brought their half-human little monsters into his home.

What gave Lucifer the right to do so? The right to bring that into Belphegor’s home? One of the beings responsible for the death of their sister. His sister. Did he not care about that at all?!

Belphegor collapsed onto the bed in the attic, ruffling his hair and shutting his eyes.

The brat couldn’t even break the door.

The thought almost caused Belphegor to laugh. The little brat couldn’t even break the door.

He cracked up, muffling his laughter with his hand. The child was Lucifer’s and they couldn’t even fully break the door. My my, how the mighty have fallen. It had taken over three months for Belphegor to even get close to being able to get into that little brat’s head to call them up to him, and they couldn’t even break the door?

Belphie’s borderline hysterical laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation stopped abruptly as he looked around the room. Something-

Someone was glaring at him.

His eyes instinctively darted to the door, the most logical conclusion was that the brat had snitched and Lucifer was at the door. But the hallway was empty. The feeling of being watched made him shudder, then stiffen. He tilted his head and sat in silence. No sound, just the familiar smell of…

The Celestial Realm.

Belphie dragged a hand down his face and growled, lying back down and clamping his eyes shut. He needed to sleep.

So, that was the first problem MC had to face that month, the second was the fact that Satan snuck a cat into the house and he and MC were co-parenting it in secret. The third problem was Satan was still acting like a massive dickwad. All this fighting wasn’t good for baby Detective Toe Beans!

After receiving the “Lucifer got so mad he gave birth” talk from the other brothers, MC could have had their own rage-baby then and there.

I have never regretted typing a sentence more, but anyway, MC was on a warpath to find Satan.

‘Calm down,’ MC thought to themselves as they walked down the hallway of the HOL. ‘Don’t overreact, maybe this is all some big misunderstanding.’

The demon they were hoping to find was walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. Satan gave MC a half nod and barely acknowledged them.

“Hi Satan!” MC chirped, trying to sound as friendly as possible. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

After being so coldly snubbed, MC stood in the hallway completely motionless, until of course the little voice crawled its way up their spine and nestled in the base of their skull.

‘Who does he think he is?’

MC squared their shoulders and started after Satan, resolute in their totally non-suicidal goal of chastising him for his behaviour.

“Satan!” MC threw his door open and crossed their arms, the room was a complete mess of books and loose papers as usual, the Avatar of Wrath himself was sitting on his bed with his nose in a book. “We need to talk.”

“Do we now?” Satan drawled, not looking up from his book. That stupid encyclopedia must’ve been the most interesting thing in the god damn universe for Satan not to look up and see MC seething with a kind of pure rage only preteens we’re capable of. “Walking into people’s rooms without knocking is rude, you know. Let’s talk about that.”

“Honestly can you not be a smartass for a few seconds and just fucking look at me?!”

The sudden cursing got Satan to raise an eyebrow and look up. “What do you want, MC?”

“I want to know what the hell your problem with me is.” MC said, attempting to keep their voice as level and calm as possible. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you since I got here, and you’ve been nothing but a massive jerk!”

“Did you ever stop to think that I just don’t like you?”

“For what reason? What did I do?!”

“You look exactly like him!” Satan finally snapped. “Another Lucifer prancing around the house like they run the place!”

“So to you I’m just another Lucifer..?” MC asked, then let out a humourless laugh. “Are you… are you fucking kidding me right now? You’re pegging me as another Lucifer? You?”

Satan bristled, his eyes began to flash green, MC’s own eyes had begun to show a slight blue tint. “What are you implying?”

“I’m ‘implying’ that you, Satan, the one who was born of Lucifer’s wrath, calling me a copy of Lucifer is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever had the misfortune of hearing.” MC snarled, almost every fibre of their mind was screaming to transform and teach Satan a lesson, but they held back. “You hate Lucifer, anyone with two brain cells can see that, but you don’t see how stupid you’re being?!”

In an instant Satan yanked MC up by the front of their shirt and let out a low growl. “Do you want to repeat that, half-breed?”

“You’re being an idiot.” MC’s bratty, teasing tone couldn’t fully hide the boiling anger that was just beneath the surface. “You think you have the right to demand that people see you as different from Lucifer, yet you don’t grant me the same courtesy.”

With that, Satan’s demon form was out and less than a second later so was MC’s. The half-demon’s foot shot out and hit Satan right in the knee, the Avatar of Wrath staggered backwards slightly which allowed MC to back away until they felt their back hit a pile of books.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, daring the other to make a move, when the door to Satan’s room slammed open. There stood enemy number one, Lucifer.

“What the hell are both of you doing?” Lucifer hissed, his eyes flicking between Satan and MC.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!”

With Satan and MC’s combined shout, books began to shoot off the shelves and off the tops of piles. The books whizzed around the room, crashing into things and making the room even more of a mess.

“Both of you calm down!” Lucifer growled, both Satan and MC turned to shout at him again.

“JUST SHUT UP!”

Quick as lightning, a book shot towards MC, time seemed to slow as the spine of the book brushed past their nose as they stumbled out of its way. MC was out of the book’s path, but now it was speeding directly towards Lucifer.

Satan, most likely desiring to protect his book from Lucifer-germs, dove forward to grab the book while Lucifer prepared to catch it with an outstretched hand. The moment the two touched the book a blinding flash of light engulfed the entire room, leaving everything completely still.

Huh, well that happened. Argument paused, gather everyone.

Satan and Lucifer switched bodies… coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool-

Wait why are they staying in MC’s room?!

Lucifer (in Satan’s body) pulled the “you live under my roof you follow my rules” card, and MC got to work ordering a tent on Akuzon. Their tent, their rules.

“Satan! We have a bit of a problem with you agreeing to stay in my room with Lucifer!” “And what’s that problem, MC?” “Uh, I don’t know, THE DETECTIVE.”

Satan completely forgot that they were hiding a cat from Lucifer. Whoops!

When Lucifer stomped out of MC’s room later that day holding the cat the two knew they were screwed.

MC and Satan had to compromise their dignity and beg Lucifer to not take away their poor kitty. Lucifer just grumbled that he’d deal with this when he got back into his own body.

Body switching shenanigans were abound, Mammon and Satan were working together to make Lucifer look as ridiculous as possible without breaking any of the ground rules everyone laid out.

This all culminated in getting Mammon hung from the ceiling.

That night, MC tried to ignore Satan and Lucifer’s sleep talking, but it was a fruitless endeavour.

The only good part of that arrangement was the fact that Bean refused to snuggle up to Satan while he was in Lucifer’s body, and Lucifer didn’t want the cat near him while in Satan’s body, so MC got all the snuggle time with their favourite kitty.

While Bean’s intense purring was adorable, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out Lucifer and Satan’s rampant sleep talking.

“Fuck you Lucifer…” Satan in Lucifer’s body mumbled. “Gonna fuckin rip your head off…”

“Diavolo you can’t just get me another dog…” Lucifer in Satan’s body grumbled before letting out a snore.

MC rolled their eyes and looked at their cat. “Can you believe this shit, Bean?” They whispered.

Bean responded by pawing at MC’s face. What a big baby with such cute widdle eyes omigoodness what a baby baby-

Having enough of that tomfoolery, MC gently placed Bean down on their bed, and tiptoed out. They ended up doubling back to their room and grabbing one of their books.

Sneaking up to the attic a second time was much easier than the first attempt. It had been a week since their first encounter with Belphie and MC thought that he might want an update.

“So yeah… that’s what’s happening right now.”

Belphie appeared to be suppressing a laugh as he nodded and cleared his throat. “Mm… that’s… very unfortunate.”

“It’s not that funny.”

MC and Belphie stared at each other for a few seconds, before both of them broke out into a fit of giggles.

“Okay,” MC relented. “It’s kind of funny…”

“So, any updates on the plan?” Belphie asked, MC responded with a noncommittal shrug.

“Well, almost everyone has welcomed me in with pretty open arms, so I don’t think they’d question it if I asked them to come up here and get you out.”

“Almost everyone?” Belphie tilted his head as he leaned on the wall next to the door.

“Yeah… um…” MC quickly looked away and pursed their lips. “Satan… you know?”

“Ah,” Belphie’s usual lazy smile reappeared. “Satan’s going to be a tough one to win over. You know why, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Lucifer told you?”

“No actually,” MC mumbled. “Mammon, Beel, Levi, and Asmo did.”

Belphie’s eyes flashed for a brief moment, like MC had just offered him a present, but it was so quick MC barely took notice.

“I’m guessing he must be keeping a lot of stuff from you, huh?”

MC crossed their arms and shrugged. “Kinda… I guess. He kept you being in the attic a secret, he’s keeping the reason the Grimoire is in the Underground Tomb a secret…” MC frowned as all the strange little secrets began to come to light. Their father’s practically fanatical loyalty to Diavolo, the reason for the Celestial War, the reason no one talked about Lilith…

“Hm,” Belphie sighed. “It sucks that Lucifer doesn’t really tell you anything.”

“Mhm…” MC looked down at their feet, until they remembered the other reason they went up to visit the attic. “Oh! I brought you something!”

They held out the book to Belphie, carefully sliding it between the gaps in the door. “It’s a manga Levi recommended to me, I read it and it’s awesome! I thought you might be bored up here, so I brought it up for you to read.”

When Belphie took the book he stared at it like it was a completely foreign object, then his features melted into a smile. “Thank you, MC.”

“Right!” MC smiled proudly. “I’ll work on my magic, and on my relationship with Satan, then I’ll bust you out of here!”

Belphie chuckled and gave a thumbs up. “Good luck, kiddo. I believe in you.”

The seeds of discord were planted and the local attic cowboy was being one hell of a gardener. I need to stop typing take my phone away from me.

When MC left the attic, the first thing they heard was Mammon crying in the stairwell. It seemed that even the HOL’s ghosts were annoyed with all his whining.

“MC… help meeeeee…” “You’re hanging there for a reason, Mammon. I’m not going to disturb your punishment.” “MCCCCCCCCC!”

Don’t worry, MC did some sick maneuvers and cut Mammon down! Hooray!

“You now owe me a life debt.” “Wait what-” “We’re fixing my and Lucifer’s relationship with Satan.” “…kid if you smoked the weed in my room just tell me, I won’t be mad.”

No dear uncle Mammon, MC was not high on the devil’s lettuce, they were high on the power of family!

Time to fire up Doji Magi!

Obviously MC wasn’t the protagonist, everyone was trying to woo this random generic anime character (tm)

It wasn’t going good for anyone other than Levi. MC wasn’t even allowed to properly participate because Lucifer didn’t approve of his child getting involved in this degenerate anime stuff.

Too late Luci-goosey, your kid was a weeb long before they came to the Devildom

Of course, come graduation day, things got much more fun.

“THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!” MC screamed with delight as they swung a folding chair at an oncoming monster.

Mammon was having decidedly less fun as he dealt with his share of the monsters that had suddenly spawned into the game. “MC what the hell are ya talkin’ about?! This is crazy!”

“Can both of you shut up?” Lucifer said as he calmly snapped a monster’s neck. “Get to the roof, all of you.”

“This was very well foreshadowed I’m very impressed.” Satan said, Levi nodded enthusiastically.

“I know! All those hidden lore bits were so fun to find.”

“Wait, lore?” Mammon asked, he turned to MC. “What’d we miss while we were in fake detention?”

As the group continued to make their way up the steps to the roof, downing monsters left and right, MC turned to Satan and laughed. “You’re absolutely drenched right now.”

Satan smirked and flicked some of the monster goop onto MC. “You don’t look any better.”

“Ew!” MC stuck out their tongue and leaned to the left, looking behind Satan. “There’s a monster behind you by the way.”

“Ah,” Satan turned and punched the monster so hard in the forehead that its skull caved in. “Thank you, MC.”

The rooftop was filled with significantly less monsters than the rest of the school, and it uh… oh… hm… gamer instincts were tingling.

“Hey, this is a lot of negative space…” Levi picked a medpack up off the floor. “And an odd collection of healing items…”

“Where’d all the enemies go..?” Mammon asked tentatively.

“Better question,” MC piped up. “Where’s the music?”

Right after those words left MC’s lips, the door to the rooftop burst open, revealing a very familiar three headed doggo that MC and Lucifer so adored. It was Cerberus! Who looked positively murderous!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Mammon shrieked and hid behind Levi.

“Oh… that’s what all the dog imagery meant.” Satan said. “I thought it was odd that all the books in this school’s library had something to do with dogs.”

“Yeah! Aw, it all makes sense now!” Levi exclaimed.

“Cerberus,” Lucifer stepped forward and crossed his arms. “Sit.”

Cerberus, did not in fact, sit. He instead growled like a monster truck, and the acidic looking drool that was falling from his gaping jaws was an indicator that the giant pupper was quite hungry.

“Uh… bad dog?” MC offered. With that, Cerberus charged forward.

Mammon, Levi, and MC dodged to the left while Lucifer and Satan dove to the right.

“Shit! How are we supposed to fight Cerberus!?” Levi squeaked.

“Maybe we can- SATAN WATCH OUT!”

Cerberus had decided to ignore Lucifer and rush straight towards the fourth born, whose weapon of choice had just decided to break, and MC had a sneaking suspicion that Satan wouldn’t be able to punch all three of Cerberus’ heads at once.

“CERBERUS!” Lucifer shouted, causing everyone to freeze in place. “YOU LAY A HAND ON MY BROTHER AND I WILL [Hello, this is the narrator, Lucifer has asked that I censor what he said because he doesn’t want this to end up reflecting badly on Diavolo].”

It was thirty seconds into the very vulgar threat before Levi thought it would be a good idea to cover MC’s ears. Game-Cerberus whimpered and sat down, much to the utter amazement of everyone.

“Wow, I can curse in Latin now!” MC chirped.

“MC, you will forget what you heard.” Lucifer sighed.

“Of course, father!” MC said sweetly, they then leaned over to Levi. “Noooooot.”

Yay, the fam’s out of the game! L!MC and Satan both agreed that Cerberus would never in a thousand years listen to either of them and they should just depend on Lucifer to deal with their homicidal pupper.

Good news, in the days after the game, glasses related thefts went down 100%! Also, pranks relating to Lucifer’s coffee being turned into vinegar went down 83%!

Satan was chilling out :D… but Lucifer still had a speech to give and he was not about to trust the guy who filled the house with cats once.

It was time for a visit to the human world to go find a witch!

“Come on! I wanna see the horsies!” Mammon whined, hanging off of Lucifer in Satan’s body like a petulant little kid. The actual kid rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, Mammon.” Lucifer said. “You want to see the horses so you can find the one you’re going to bet all our money on.”

“Of course I wanna see the horse I’m gonna bet on!So can we gooooooo?!”

Satan in Lucifer’s body finished off the last of his gelato and scoffed. “No, we’re not going to bet the house on the ponies, Mammon. We’re going to spend it on-”

The high pitched shriek that left MC caused everyone to whirl in their direction as the half demon jumped up and down and frantically pointed at a sign. They were clearly trying to sputter out some kind of explanation of what had them so excited, but no one could understand a word.

“MC, calm down-”

“It’s the musical!”

“What-”

“I’ve watched so many analysis videos on this! Father! Father! The music in this is supposed to be insane! I wanna see! I wanna see! You gotta let me see!” Every single word was punctuated by MC jumping up and down to the point that Lucifer was actually concerned their wings might pop out and they’d take flight.

Right in the middle of one of their jumps, Satan caught them and held them up in front of Lucifer. “Oh dearest brother of mine, your poor spawn wants to see the show- hang on it’s this one?” Satan did a double take at the sign for the show. “Now I actually want to see this.”

Lucifer finally shoved Mammon off of him and got a good look at the sign, at least two out of the three people he was travelling with had taste. “Yes, we can watch the show.”

“Yay!” MC clapped their hands, then noticed their feet weren’t touching the floor and turned to look at Satan. “Uh, Satan, you know you can put me down, right?”

“No, I don’t think I’m going to do that,” Satan said as the group began their walk towards the theatre. “It’s fun having you up as a half-human meat shield.”

“Hey!”

A distinct interest of MC’s had been discovered by the rest of the group that day when they started rambling and explaining the intricacies of musical theatre and opera to a very confused Mammon. Lucifer and Satan exchanged amused glances as MC continued to rapidly explain increasingly more confusing parts of music.

“So that’s the main difference between recitative and an aria,”

“Uh huh…”

“So technically Hugh Jackman is wrong in his explanation that Val Jean’s soliloquy in the movie adaptation of Les Miserables is recitative because it’s more of an aria because Val Jean is basically screaming about his emotions.”

“Hugh Jackman? Wolverine?”

“Yeah, Wolverine. Anyway back to leitmotifs-”

MC’s animated explanation continued all the way until the four were sat down in their seats and the show began. Mammon, of course, started fully weeping whenever anything sad happened. It was intermission when Lucifer and Satan finally had enough of it.

“Mammon…” Satan rubbed his temples and glared at the sobbing second born. “I swear, if you don’t stop crying, I’m going to strangle you…”

“Do it like the Phantom of the Opera.” MC offered.

“What?” Satan asked.

“Lasso noose.”

Mammon loudly blew his nose and shoved popcorn a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Musical theatre is so fuckin’ weird…”

MC 🤝(being a musical theatre nerd) 🤝 Lucifer

So after the play, they hopped on the train and MC and Mammon stuck their heads out the window to baa at some nearby sheep. The sheep responded, Mammon and MC can speak sheep confirmed.

Of course, Mammon went off and got involved in the murder of the very witch they were trying to find.

“Only one version of events is ever true!” Satan proclaimed to the three unfortunate bastards that were also involved with the crime.

Lucifer looked from the dead body that was covered in a tablecloth, to MC. He made an awkward attempt to cover their eyes, but even he seemed confused by the action.

“Father, it’s fine.” MC lightly moved their father’s hand away and pulled something out of their brand new bag. “Satan, here!”

MC held up a Sherlock Holmes cap. “It’ll make you look more like a detective.”

“Thank you, MC.” Satan put the cap on and turned back to the crime scene in front of him. “I’m going to solve the shit out of this.”

Hearing those words come out of Lucifer’s mouth even knowing that it was Satan saying them made Mammon forget he was being accused of murder and laugh like a maniac. This did not help MC and Satan’s “Mammon’s not crazy” case.

MC and Levi had spent a week playing Danganronpa nonstop, MC was ready for this!

After clearing Mammon’s name, the ghost of the witch showed up and told the gang to solve her murder and she’d undo the body switch curse.

“The killer is, YOU!” MC and Satan pointed at the culprit with flourish.

“You have no proof!”

“I’m afraid we do in fact have proof.” Satan smirked triumphantly. “The other two suspects were too far away or standing up,”

“And the knife entered the body at a downward angle,” MC continued. “The only person close enough to stab the victim like that is you.”

“So suspect number 3,” The two said together. “You’re the dumbass who did it!”

“Did they rehearse this?” Mammon leaned over to ask Lucifer.

“No idea.”

Yay! Murder solved! Time for the life lesson!

“If only I had trusted him to be my apprentice…” “oh wow what a convenient life lesson, right father? Right Satan? Trust?”

“…” “…”

Satan and Lucifer got poofed back to normal and everyone got to go home. Lucifer, like in canon, lets Satan give the speech because he learned that he needs to trust his brother more and have a little bit of faith.

The speech is a success, and life returns to normal, but better. Satan and MC build up their relationship and after a few weeks, it was like the stuff from the beginning of the year never happened.

The attic was Belphegor’s favourite nap spot, though at the moment, Belphie didn’t want to sleep in the attic. He had been stuck up there for the past four months, and the only form of social interaction he had was sporadic chats with Lucifer or the half-human.

He must have been going completely mental up there because he was actually wishing he was talking to the kid, at least the brat was nice to him…

“Belphie!”

The cheery voice of the little “angel” echoed down the hall, Belphie found himself smiling at the sound, at least before he realized what he was doing. MC appeared at the door, practically bouncing on their toes.

“Belphie Belphie Belphie!” MC waved their DDD in the air.

“MC MC MC.” Belphie repeated. He leaned against the wall next to the door and yawned. “Nice to see you again, any updates?”

MC flicked through their DDD and gave Belphie a thumbs up. “I’ve been practicing my magic and stuff, but that’s not what I’m up here for.” They held up their DDD to show Belphie a picture.

“Beel’s team won their game-thing!”

The picture showed Beel in his team uniform eating an entire pie with a medal around his neck, the rest of the brothers and MC were posed for the picture around him. “I have no clue how this sport is supposed to work or what the rules are, but apparently he won, so that’s good!”

Any traces of Belphie’s half decent mood vanished as he looked at the picture. Everyone seemed… really happy. Levi, Asmo, Satan, Mammon, Beel, all of them, looked happy. Happy without him…

“That’s… great, MC.”

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Belphegor truly didn’t think he’d pity the human he vowed to kill. MC was literally a mixture of everything he hated, humans, Lucifer, Diavolo’s stupid exchange program… but yet, Belphegor felt pity.

The way MC lit up when they talked about the fun things they had done with the brothers and the other exchange students, how they went up to the attic to keep him company when they had a spare bit of time… they did all of that without knowing that Belphegor despised them. It was honestly pitiful.

Though, the Avatar of Sloth’s feeling of detest had somehow lessened. The little half demon had managed to get their hooks in him. Unfortunately for them, it only made Belphegor’s blood boil more. His brothers adored that little brat, it was plain to see. The half human had won them all over, like half of MC’s ancestry wasn’t responsible for the death of their little sister.

Belphegor narrowed his eyes as he lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had been stuck up there long enough to have counted every knot in the wood, every nail and plank, and every spider that managed to crawl through the cracks. The familiar feeling of guilt began to twist in his stomach. His sister died because Beel chose to save him. He should have been more careful… he shouldn’t have taken her to the human world…

‘It’s their fault.’ Belphie tried to push any and all thoughts other than that out of his head. ‘That human killed her. If they had never met she wouldn’t have died.’

Repeating that over and over did not expel the roiling feeling of guilt that crawled its way up Belphie’s spine and constricted his ribs.

“I hate you…” Belphie growled. MC was the reason for all this, weren’t they? They were the reason he wasn’t with his family, they were the reason they could be happy without him, yet even repeating his declaration of hatred like a mantra didn’t make the guilt go away. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!”

A sudden sharp yank on Belphie’s ear made him lurch upwards and look around the room. Nothing.

It was a childish gesture, wasn’t it? A sharp pull to his ear, a habit he knew all too well belonged to…

It belonged to…

…

Belphegor needed to sleep.

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Sup my witches, bitches, and bastards, we’re reaching the exciting part :D the part you angst hungry sickos (affectionate) are waiting for! ✨ lesson 16 ✨ next time, we’re doing the buildup, then after that, ANGST COUNTRY BABY!

Reblogs are very appreciated!

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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt3

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-55)

Pt1 Pt2

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Harassment, mention of Violence, Sexually Suggestive, Tension, and Implies, before sex

but no actually sex/smut/NSFW. (I can't write smut/NSFW I'm not good at it and I like more teasing and suggestive/tension before sex)

Previously

While you two are showing affection, Simeon covered Luke’s eyes and Solomon laughs at the two of you. As the lunch continue on.

“G-good evening, Lord Diavolo” Mammon pokes his head through the opened door of the student council room.

“Ah! Mammon, please coming in” Diavolo gesture him to come inside, Mammon nodded came in an shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath and start walking over to Diavolo, who is sitting at his desk looking over some paper work, and Barbatos who is standing beside the young prince.

Mammon stops right before reaching the desk, and stiffly bow to Diavolo.

“I came to say I’m sorry for putting y/n endanger last night” He held his bow, waiting for Diavolo to speak, but every passing second, he could hear his heart beat fast, then he hears someone walking away. Barbatos, because he didn’t hear the chair move. Then Diavolo finally broke the silent with not too stern voice

“Mammon, I am disappointed at you, both Lucifer and I place y/n under your protection because we trust you. What if y/n gets hurt again~”

“I will never let that happen again!” Diavolo eyes widen at Mammon’s serious statement. He a stood up straight and looks up to Diavolo. With both seriousness, determination, and something feral in his eyes.

Still have his composure, Diavolo is taken a back with Mammon changed in demeanor, he doesn’t why but he’ll let Mammon action speak itself.

Diavolo let out a sigh and look at Mammon with his signature cheerful smile. “Very well Mammon, but this is your last chances. Do not let this happen again”

Mammon thanks Diavolo, and start heading out when Barbatos walk up to him.

“Mammon before you go, I want you to take this” Barbatos hands over a jar filled with blue lotus petals.

“Huh? I still have plenty at home, I don’t need more petals Barbatos” he said it while shoving his hand in his pocket.

“You can be too careful now, beside I want to give it~” Mammon eyes widen causing Barbatos push himself.

Mammon turns to the door, rushing over and push open the door hastily. He snarls at what he sees.

You sitting on the bench across the Hall, look at you D.D.D not trying to look at the Demon towering over, who seem to try annoy you. Suddenly Mammon can hear what the demon is saying.

“Come on, you have to admit that you, humans break so easily. Then why not you your pact with the brothers and call them for help~”

“I have Mammon with me, why would I call one of his brothers for help?”

“He didn’t do anything to Basto, all he did was a couple of scratches. So much for being second of the lords”

“If your just here to provoke me, then just leave I don’t have time for this I’m just wait for- HEY!” the demon swipe your D.D.D out of your hand and start dangling it above up.

“Oh, now you’re looking at me, I’m flattered”

“Give it back!” you try to reach it, but he was too quick and start toying with you.

“Or what! You can’t do anything with a broken arm~” someone grab the back of his neck and pulling him away, causing the D.D.D to fall out of his hand, you manage to catch it.

Mammon is dragging the demon like a misbehaving child, then he throws the demon to the nearby lockers.

The demon tries to get up, but stopped by Mammon stomp his foot close to the demon’s face. He looks up to Mammon who is looking at the demon with a threating look on his face and his iris is glowing.

“Pretty cocky of ya to threating my mate like that, why? ya thought that I would be too weak and a puss to do anything! Well guess what” he grabs the demon by the jacket with one hand, pull him up and slam he back at the lockers making the metal bended. Then move closer to the demon’s ear. “The next time I see you anywhere near my mate again…. I’ll kill ya” in a deeper voice and chilling happy tone.

With one last slam to the locker, Mammon let go and let the demon slide down on the floor shaken with a terrified look on his face.

Mammon turns around walk back to you.

“Mammon are you~”

“I’m fine come on, lets get to purgatory hall we don’t Luke waiting” he places one arm over your shoulder, and you two starts walking out of RAD and heading to Purgatory Hall.

“It’s so sweet for Luke to make us cupcakes” you said it with a cheerful smile on your face, you have your arm wrapped around Mammon's, who’s carry two boxes of cupcakes. As you two head back home.

“Maybe my lucky is coming around, that little pup made cakes on right time” Mammon back to his usual self.

“Mmm…. Nah, I think he made them for you specifically since you were having a bad day, he does see you like an older brother” you said calmly. Causing him to blush.

“Of course, The Great Mammon is his Mentor after all” and there it is, the old Mammon resurfaces. All you can do is chuckle and shake your head at his full of his self-attituded. “Hey what so funny?”

“Oh nothing….” You look at him with a playful grin plastered on your face.

“Hmm…. laugh all ya want now, once we get back home~” but someone screaming something cuts him off, grabbing both of your attention.

“Oh, maybe is a weird sales man, try to sell something fake…. Like a certain demon” you said it in your teasing voice.

“yer, pushing your luck babe. Alright let see what that nut job is blabbing about.” You two start heading to the screaming.

Once you got there, a demon is ranting, scream, or warning about the creatures depicted in an old tapestry.

“The original sins are coming back, and they will bring back the true Absolut hell”

“Oh great, is those kind of demon” Mammon groans in annoyance.

“I could see what you mean, but I like what’s on the tapestry, their kinda cute”

“Ha? You find them Cute?” you exaltedly nodded at him, and look that the tapestry.

He followed your sight and took a longer look at the things you’re talking about. his eyes widen to the realization on what are on the old dust cloth.

It’s him and his brothers in their demonic form within each section of the tapestry. Most are unrecognizable due to how damaged the cloth was, the only ones that he can clearly see was Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Belphie and himself. The latter which he can’t take his eyes off.

Seeing his demonic form again, made him to remember his time being that form. How he can fly so fast a thunderous sound can be heard, or how he can easily maneuver through cramp spaces like in the woods, or how his more limbered than his brothers he is, and how so much of that thing can be threatening.

“Mammon?” your voice snaps him out of his trances, he looks back to you with melancholy look on his face. “Are you okay?” with a worry tone in your voice.

He blinks a couple, shook his head and smile with his eyes close. “Yeah, I’m good it’s just I remember something, come on let back before Lucifer thinks we when somewhere we shouldn’t” you nod in respond, and you two starts walking.

As you walk, Mammon kisses the top of your head, causing you to hum in complete bliss, as farther you two walks. Mammon glaze over his shoulder, and look back at the tapestry wondering if that thing can ever come back.

“Yo! Were back” Mammon said it while walking in the common room, with the boxes of cupcakes in his hands.

“Oh…is that for us” Asmo perk up when he saw the box. Levi turns to see Mammon and take off his headset, and Beel is already drooling in the mouth knowing what’s inside the boxes. The three are the only ones there.

“One box is for Beel, and the other one is for us to share. So, be nice” Mammon sat down on the couch and place the box of cupcakes on the table, and slide one box to Beel, who grab it and start eating a cupcake.

“Where’s y/n are they supposed to be~”

“Before you say anymore, yes y/n was with me, they just head up to our room to changes so, no worry, Levi” Mammon interrupts Levi’s questioning.

Levi just pouts and go grab a cupcake, and went back on watching an anime on his D.D.D.

Asmo with a cheeky look on his face, flattering his eye leashes at Mammon. Cleary have something to share.

“Alright Asmo, spill it”

“Wow… bold today aren’t we, well I couldn’t blame you”

“What are you talking about?” Mammon raises a brow at Asmo. He grabs his D.D.D and show it to Mammon.

“Someone took this photo of you” On the screen is a picture of Mammon dragging the demon by the scruff of his neck. “I do say, I never thought you have it in you, Mammon. Is this compensation for what happen last night” Asmo taunt Mammon, who lean forward, grab hold of the device and turning it off? And lean back on the couch now with one leg place at top his lap.

A stun Asmo looks at Mammon, he blinks and set the D.D.D on the table, then fixes himself with his legs cross, his elbow resting on his lap with the back of his hands supporting his chin. And with a smug look on his face. “Oh Mammon, acting like that never happen won’t stop me from teasing you about it. But never imagine that was the one that actually made you more of a badass, I like what you turning into”

“I didn’t do it because of the of the casino thing. I did because that piece of shit was harassing y/n while I was at the student council room, I sense y/n was in distress so, I walk out saw the dip shit and deal with him. And making sure he never came near me or my mate” the last part sounded different from the rest. Drawing the attention of Levi and Beel.

“Ah…. Mammon are you okay?” Beel voice his concern to his older brother, who just give him a widen smile. “I am, after lunch I never felt this great in years. Like something just woke up inside me after I told Solomon off, for being a dick…... and don’t worry Asmo were all cool now.” Asmo soft his face after hearing that, Mammon smile and reach out to grab a cupcake.

He was about to eat it, when something pops up in his mind. He stares at the cupcake and glaze over to his brothers.

“So, me and y/n pass by a crazy old demon on are way back home. He was yelling about something about us”

“Oh! What was it about? Was they talking about how handsome I am?” but Mammon shook his head at Asmo.

“Nah…. You wouldn’t like it. He was talking about us in are demonic form and calling us the original sins” Asmo groan at Mammon’s remark. “Ugh…just hearing demonic makes my skin crawl and also the “original sins” makes us seem old”

“I don’t know I kinda like it, it kinda makes us more epic and cooler like were some sort of legendary beings. It’s like “My classmate was the god of beast and man” Now I want to hear what that old man said” Levi chime in.

“I hear “original sins” before are you sure he was talking about us?” Beel asks Mammon.

“Yeah! He has an old ass cloth thing that had me, Lucifer, Levi, Asmo and Belphie on it. While you and Satan are torn out of it”

“Huh? Now I want to see it” Levi perks up when he hears his name and that there’s something other than word vomit.

“Eh! Why is my form in tack? It should be removed immediately; my fan can see me like that.” Asmo is being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t even bother, I was standing right Infront of the old coot didn’t know I was the thing that his yelling at people about, it’s kinda funny……... so, if you’re worry that your fans see that side of you, you’re wasting your time worry. If the old coot didn’t know, then so are your fans.” Mammon laughs, and Asmo pouts and grabs his D.D.D and start typing at it.

However, Mammon can shake this feeling, and want to know something.

“Hey, do you guys wonder what’s is like if we stayed like that?” only met with both Levi and Asmo shake their head no, not even looking at Mammon and looking at their devices. Only Beel look over to Mammon with a cornered look.

“Why asks that?”

“Seeing those drawing, made me think and look back~” Mammon was cut off, by Asmo groaning.

“Ugh! You sound like Satan right now; you know when he when into a “I want to changes back” phase. I’m so glad that he drops that and move on to annoying Lucifer”

“Yeah” Levi interjects “If I was still in my demonic form, I couldn’t enjoy the things I like right now. Not watching anime because you can’t watch it underwater and I need a really big body of water, and I can’t read manga because it’ll get wet and I have no arms or hands to hold, and I can’t……….”

Eventually the other three tune him out, and Beel asks.

“And beside aren’t we dangerous when we are in those forms. I couldn’t remember anything when I was that!”

Before Mammon could asks again, he heard your foot step getting louder.

“Oi no demonic talk Infront of y/n got it” Mammon aggressively whispers to his brothers.

“But you’re the one…... Ah forget it” Levi just gave up.

“What you guys talking about?” you came in the room, and walk over to the couch and sat next to Mammon, who immediately place his arm on your shoulders.

“Oh nothing, just give my little bros some life advice” Mammon smile at you, then Asmo let out a fake cough.

“Really what kind of life advice?” Mammon bites his mouth to your unexpected question, while Levi and Asmo sneaker in the background.

“Uh…… well” he looks away and rubs the back of his neck with the arm on you, trying to an answer. While you look at him with such innocent look on you face.

he glazes over to you and ha an idea, look back and smile to you and gave you the cupcake that he was supposed to eat and took a bite. “Advice on pleasing their significant other” both Levi and Asmo stop laughing and straight their back after hearing that.

After swallowing, you look back at Mammon “Oh and those are?”

“Making sure their well feed” Beel nodded to that. “Grooming them” he fixes you hair and shirt and “accentually” unbutton one. Then he cups you face and lean towards you, and playfully lick the frosting on the corner of your mouth. “And always make them flustered” he pulled away. Leaving you stunned and your face turns red.

Levi drops his D.D.D., Asmo quickly covered his mouth, and Beel almost choke to what they just witness right Infront of them.

Your heart beating fast and you don’t why. For what ever reason you started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Asmo can sense it, your started be lustful right now. Your eyes show it and Mammon notices it, he took the cupcake out of you hands and place it on the table.

Then he slowly looks over to you with a smirk, he’s teasing you and you can’t take it anymore. You pounce and wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him relentlessly. And he didn’t pull away in fact he places one hand on your waist and the other vigorously rub against your back.

All the while the other three demon in the room with you two are shock, stunned and/or mortified.

“I want you to destroy me right now Mammon” you said it seductively, causing Mammon to growl.

“Good thing we don’t have classes tomorrow otherwise I have to carry ya all around campus”

“Why what will you gonna do to me?” you teasing by playing innocent.

“you’ll see” he quickly bites you on the neck causing you to yelp, and you felt him laughing. He quickly hooks your legs and stood up and leap over the couch and run out the room with you holding on to him tightly.

As Mammon foot steps start to faint, Belphie peaking his head through the doorway of the common room and look over to frozen demons inside. Then a door slam shut snaping them out of it.

“W-what was that!” Levi screams

“Asmo what did you do to them?” Belphie asks in a shock manner

“You think I want to see Mammon like that. As if” Asmo hugging himself “that was my worst nightmare”

Levi straight out faint in his chair and Asmo start rubbing his hands all over his body, like his taking a shower, and Belphie stare at his pillow. However, Beel is more corner about his older brother sudden changed and that was the one that planting the seed of worried and fear in his mind.

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Sleepy Sex Part 10 - Ezra (Prospect)

A/N: I’m back! This is part 10 of the Sleepy Sex series with my darling Ezra. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! The sonnet referenced is Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY NSFW (Oral M! Receiving, kisses, breastfeeding, Ezra is a daddy) 

Word Count: 1K 

My Masterlist 

It’s late, way later than you had planned on arriving home. The stars in the sky are beaming upon the onyx backdrop, little diamonds in the sky. The door recognizes your bio signature and unlocks when you get close enough—hissing as it slides open. You enter, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag to the ground. You roll your shoulder and rub the kink in your neck as you take in the darkened home. Soft snores sound from the couch, and your heart melts at Ezra passed out shirtless with the small baby cooing against his chest.

The baby with dark hair and a small patch of blonde peeking out so much like his father. The baby’s eyes find yours and you smile. Reaching out for him and holding him close to your chest as you whisper a lullaby and swing him back in your arms. His sniffles make you react instantly, unclipping the strap of your bra and pulling down your shirt so he can latch on. His sweet suckles filling the silence as your finger traces over his soft cheek.

“Now, that is a sight I will never tire of my beautiful little bird.” You look up, startled into Ezra’s tired eyes as he rubs them gently and leans back, watching you nurse your child. “You must be famished; sit down; I will get you something.” He moves to get up, and you hold out a hand to stop him putting your finger to your lips to silence him.

“Our sweet boy is just about finished and drifting off to sleep; I’ll put him to bed and then eat. Please don’t trouble yourself right now.” He nods before reaching for you and pulling you down to sit beside him. His arm is coming to wrap around you, his head resting on your shoulder as your son eats, his eyes slowly drooping closed again.

You pull him off and burp him gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “I’ll be back,” you whisper, and Ezra nods, laying his head back against the couch. When you come back out you, giggle at seeing him asleep again and go to heat yourself something to eat. Ezra stays asleep the whole time you sit and watch him. His chest is slowly rising and falling with each breath—the muscles on his chest firm and warm to the touch. You put down the plate and slide across the couch to sit beside him.

You trace your fingers over the curves of his face, his nose, and his lips. He remains asleep, so tired from watching the baby all day and most of the night. Since you had started returning to work, he wanted to make sure you were well-rested too. You lean forward and place a kiss on his lips, gentle and soft. He’s been such a wonderful father to both the baby and Cee. 

You smile, thinking of your daughter, finally off at school just like she always dreamed. You’d worked extra for months to be able to send her. She called every single night like clockwork, especially since her brother arrived five months prior. You look at your partner and smile, thinking about how he deserves all the care and love in the world after the trials and tribulations of his life. 

You slide off the couch and kneel between his spread legs. Slowly pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants. Ezra had an entire closet full since they were easy to pull on and off with one hand. His cock slips out, and you spit into your palm before giving him a few tentative strokes. His snores have stopped, and his breathing hitched as you lean forward and take him into your mouth.

“Little bird, not that I am protesting, but what are you doing?” his voice is rough and deep with sleep and it sends a shot of heat straight through you. 

You moan, causing vibrations to travel up and down his cock pulling off with a pop. “You’ve been taking such good care of our family Ez, let me take care of you.” You bring him back to your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip as he trembles under your care.

His hand comes down to entangle themselves in your hair as you bob up and down, taking him further into your throat. Hollowing out your cheeks and breathing through your nose, he sprouts beautiful poetry as you choke on his cock. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”

His hand tightens, and you feel him push you down further until he hits the back of your throat. Tears spill forth from your eyes, and you look at how utterly wrecked he is above you. “Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm’d: And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d.”

Your tongue swirls around him as your hands on his thighs move lower and massage the gentle curve of his butt. Your fingers moving further down to cup his balls as he drops his head back and whispers, “By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest.” His hand moving you faster as you take him over and over again until he cracks on the last syllable and spills thick salty cum all over your tongue. You swallow every last drop and pull off him; a string of saliva follows.

He pulls you up and into his lap straddling him. He kisses you deep and passionately, and you feel soaked through your panties as he moves his tongue lazily inside your mouth, tasting himself. He pulls away to press your foreheads together, feeling the ghost of his breath on your lips as you sigh. “So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.” You smile as he finishes the sonnet.

“Shakespeare, right?” his face breaks into a colossal smile, nodding, “See? I’m learning.”

“Yes, you are my little bird; I love you more than all the sonnets could express in the galaxy.” He kisses you softly again before pulling you down against his bare chest. Breathing in the scent of baby powder and the musk of cologne, you bought him for his birthday.

“I love you too, Ezra, more than you will ever know.”

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Mammon was an accomplished soldier in the Celestial Realm

Belphie used to be a little Lucifer Mini-Me when he was a young Angel

Lucifer would sing his siblings to sleep, Before

He didn’t tell his brothers about Lilith because he didn’t want them to interfere with her new life. It was hard enough for him not to.

Diavolo’s older brother, Beleth, has a scar covering the left side of his face from where Dia ground him into the dirt to try and get him to yield.

Their formal fight for the crown lasted three days.

Diavolo’s younger brother, Amaymon, is Asmo’s sugar daddy.

Diavolo’s Mom is also still alive, she has her own estate in another part of the Devildom. She can suplex him.

Lucifer will absently neaten up his brother’s clothes for them while he’s lecturing them.

Lucifer has fed demons and unruly Witches to Cerberus before.

Mammon has never had a partner in any sense of the word.

Satan was ‘born’ as a baby.

Asmo used to dress Satan up in little outfits when he was small.

Satan can repeat almost everything he’s read verbatim.

Lucifer has to double check that he knows where all of his brothers are before he can rest at night, unless he passes out.

All the brothers wore their hair long as angels. Lucifer’s the only one who’s never grown it back out since their fall.

It took Lucifer around six hundred years to develop proper feelings for Diavolo.

Lucifer is deathly afraid of Diavolo’s father.

Barbatos is possibly--not counting Diavolo--Lucifer’s only friend.

The Sport Beel plays is a type of Wrestling mixed with MMA and Capture the Flag. It’s played topless.

Lucifer will occasionally ask Levi to explain the plot of an anime or game to him if he wants to zone out for a while. He’s listening, but because following what Levi is talking about takes a lot of concentration, it’s almost like meditating.

Lucifer’s hair got its white / gray streaks when they lost Lilith.

Lucifer actually does have some wrinkles, he just hides them most of the time.

No matter how hard he tries, Lucifer just can’t get good at video games.

Lucifer will write out bits of sheet music when he’s bored.

Lucifer has more demon markings on his body than just the diamond on his forehead.

Lucifer’s hands are very scarred, mostly from dealing with small child Satan.

Beel’s sport is unnamed because in Infernal, it literally just is called “The Sport” since there’s only one.

Almost all of the siblings have physically torn an opponent to shreds and or consumed them. Asmo and Mammon are notable exceptions.

Satan went through a phase where he spoke solely in riddles.

Levi was hardcore into theater before animation became more of a thing. he still has a lot of opinions about it.

Belphie spent most of their early fallen years either half asleep, or completely asleep.

Beel is incapable of chewing gum or sucking on a jaw breaker properly. He impulsively swallows whatever goes in his mouth.

Lucifer has been summoned to the human world successfully only twice in his existence. He killed both summoners for the audacity.

The entire garden around the house of lamentation was of Lucifer’s design.

Mammon has the best control over his shape-shifting--able to stay in a false form for longer, and able to retain his humanoid form despite high emotions.

The brothers are, quite literally, Devildom Celebrities.

Diavolo has never kept a pet before.

Lucifer is ambidextrous, but prefers his left hand.

Mammon is left handed.

Gluttony demons tithe to Lord Beelzebub on his birthday in the form of whatever food they fixate on.

The first angel Lucifer killed after his fall was one he didn’t actually recognize.

The first angel Mammon killed was one of his friends from the Celestial Guard.

Lucifer will never forgive the other Archangels for turning their back on him.

Lucifer has only ever had two partners in any sense of the term in his entire life.

Beel used to be the smallest, before he hit his growth spurt and overshot all of them.

Lucifer swears almost exclusively in celestial, when he’s pissed off enough to actually swear.

Satan doesn’t really have any of Lucifer’s memories, but he retained the emotions based around them. It’s confusing.

Lucifer can cook just fine, but he can’t bake to save his life.

The Longest Lucifer has stayed awake without any rest was about a month. It wasn’t pretty.

Half of the time Lucifer says something funny it’s unintentional.

Most of the Devildom’s current infrastructure was pioneered by Diavolo’s father.

King Diavolo’s real name is Ba’al.

Lucifer can play basically any instrument that’s been invented, apart from electronic only ones.

Levi’s skill in painting could put any of the great masters to shame.

Lucifer isn’t a fan of a poultry, ironically.

The fact that they can get Belphie to wear his complicated RAD uniform everyday while being the Cardinal Sin of Sloth is a point towards how well Belphie controls his sin.

Being a shutin used to be cool and mysterious-- Levi mourns that social shift often.

Lucifer considers Levi the easiest brother to handle because he doesn’t really leave his room.

Mammon, while definitely being guilty of lots of grifts and get rich quick schemes, actually has at least five jobs on top of his stipend for being a Sin.

Lucifer has been trying to figure out how to kill those three witches for causing him problems by proxy, but he hasn’t figured out a legal way to justify it yet.

Amaymon is Diavolo’s youngest sibling. Lucifer can’t stand him.

Flower arranging is one of Asmo’s hobbies.

Asmo also has the best eye for interior design aesthetics, even if he uses them to make a room look... Like That.

For Centuries Lucifer couldn’t even begin to talk about his interests without Diavolo flooding him with related gifts. He’s gotten better about it since.

Lucifer and Diavolo’s relationship was purely physical at first.

Beel often uses the fact that his brothers think he’s stupid for his own gain. Most of the time it’s to get more food, but whatever works works.

Lucifer is completely fire proof now as a demon, inside and out.

He has nightmares of fire, though.

In one of the battles of the Celestial war, The Archangel Michael did his Signature “Step on Lucifer’s face/head trick” And Lucifer nearly took his leg off for it.

All demons can both purr and growl.

Lucifer’s back is heavily scarred from his fall and Satan’s creation both.

Mammon physically regenerates the fastest, and Belphie the slowest.

Levi, due to Envy’s ability to constantly and unintentionally buff the demons around him, is always helping his brothers in some small way whether he means to or not.

Beel still has specific nightmares of Lilith’s death, and will often crawl into Belphie’s bed to hold him after.

Satan never knew Lilith, but he’s emotionally attached to her because of the vague memories he inherited from Lucifer.

Asmo’s hair, if he grew it out, would be loosely curly.

All Lust type demons are Incubi / Succubi / Concubi.

Wrath type demons are the ones who cause classic hauntings.

All sleep paralysis demons are Sloth demons, though.

Pride type demons are the most prone to possessing humans in power, despite Lucifer having never possessed a human before.

Barbatos is actually a little bit older than Diavolo, but not by much.

Luke is basically Michael’s son.

Simeon is the younger brother of the Archangel Jophiel (the Angel of Beauty).

Asmo, if given the chance to defect back to the Celestial Realm, would seriously consider it.

Mammon acts like a fool, but isn’t one himself.

Belphie and Beel aren’t quite telepathic, but they always know where the other is, or if they’re in trouble.

The Cardinal sin of Wrath traditionally writes all of the punitive legislation in the devildom, so Satan is the one who writes out what crime gets what punishment.

The Devildom’s economy has never flourished so much before Mammon became the sin of Greed.

A good 60% of the work Lucifer does is paperwork that should actually be handled by one of his brothers.

Asmo’s painted his nails with his own venom before, and then used it to kill people who piss him off.

The only person Lucifer can accept losing to is Diavolo.

Lucifer isn’t a functional person until around 2 hours after he’s woken up. Luckily he tends to get up around 4:30a.m. / 5a.m. so when normal people have to interact with him, he’s mostly aware.

Mammon likes to over-saturate his foods with toppings and sauces, which is why Beel can’t stand his cooking.

Asmo likes the taste of straight vodka.

Lucifer once slapped another demon’s head clean off when they spoke back to him while he was addressing Diavolo’s court.

Lucifer and Diavolo’s first real “Date” was in the Royal Garden.

Any part of an Archdemon is worth a small fortune, as they’re rather potent spell ingredients.

If you talk shit about Mammon near a Greed type demon they WILL beat your ass.

Diavolo loved Lucifer on sight. Or, well, he loved the look of him.

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Demonic Possessions Ch 8: Pizza, Prizes, & Panic

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Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff

Saturday morning arrived and The House of Lamentation was on the quieter side. No arguing nephilim or brotherly squabbles to grate on another’s nerves. Early risers like Lucifer, Satan, and Beelzebub were in the dining room awaiting Lilly’s breakfast. The four of them were always the first ones up, leaving the other half to crawl out at various times.

After giving the typical 30 minute wait, Lilly gave the go-ahead for Beel to dig in. She’d learned long ago not to serve all the food at once on the weekend, preparing for stragglers vs Beelzebub’s appetite. She did find it unusual that Leviathan was missing. He must have pulled an all-nighter waiting for some special or doing a special walk-through for Deviltube.

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Leviathan opened his eyes slowly. He was so exhausted and felt on the heavy side. There was also this nagging feeling that someone was talking about him.

Shuffling around in his bathtub bed, the demon realized that it wasn’t his imagination that made him feel heavy. It was the nephilim snuggling on top of him that was passed out.

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sake the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

“Mmmmh…” Lena nuzzled against his chest, making Leviathan’s heart want to explode from all of this contact. He suddenly recalled a lot of sounds like that just now as well.

“Lena...you’re on top of me…” he said a little louder.

Her sky blue eyes slowly peeked open. A view of a blushing demon beneath her slowly became clearer. “Oh, good morning Levi…” Her left hand ran up his firm abs, caressing him sensually as she nuzzled him again. “You’re so comfortable to snuggle with. I think I slept better on top of you than I did in Asmo’s bed the other night.” There was a soft giggle and she closed her eyes again.

Leviathan didn’t know what to make of that statement or the state in which they were in. Pulling his blanket down from them, he realized Lena wasn’t wearing her shirt and neither was he. Images of her stripping him of his signature hoodie and undershirt flashed before his eyes. She kissed his chest and ran her tongue across…and he dared to remove her top! The bra...it was his hair color!

“Aaaagh!” he shouted in a panic.

“What’s the matter!?” Lena raised up, completely straddling him. She looked around the room and everything looked fine. She then looked down at the demon beneath her. “Are you okay? You’re not sick are you?”

“N-nooo….” he murmured, covering his crimson face with his hands.

She looked at him curiously for a moment, then realized what was going on. It was the shock of spending the night with someone. He probably thought he dreamed it all. How adorable could Leviathan get?

Setting-up completely, the nephilim looked down at him, then ran both hands up his torso, feeling that ripped, swimmer’s body of his. Gently, she removed his hands and asked for him to look at her. “Leee-vi kuuun….” His eyes opened. She was so sexy and beautiful; her eyes were hypnotizing.

“Wasn’t last night fun?” she asked. Levi nodded rapidly.

“I-it was fun.A LOT of fun…” he admitted. It made Lena giggle.

She took his hands and brought them up to her waist. “Levi-kun. You know now you can touch my body all that you want right? In fact I really want you to.”

Absent-mindedly, Leviathan felt up and down her sides and even dared to grip the nephilim’s ass. It was so firm, yet soft at the same time. It made her gasp and bite her bottom lip.

Lena lowered herself back down on him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. “Your hands are so big and strong. You’re so incredibly sexy…”

He doubted that wholeheartedly, and yet there was a half-naked 3D woman, the prettiest he’d ever met on top of him. “L-Lena…” He moaned lightly as she kissed his chest again.

“I’d love to continue where we left off last night, but I probably have morning breath…” she pouted at him, but kissed his chest again. “Want to shower together?”

The question caused the demon to fully sit up and nearly toss the nephilim backwards. The sheer thought of him being naked and wet with her was more than any close-in otaku could take. As a precaution, Levi pinched his nose, knowing blood would gush out.

“No Lena….don’t say things like that!!!!” He whimpered.

She couldn’t help but give an evil little chuckle, “You don’t want to? But last night you dove face-first into my tiddies with an itadakimasu. I thought you’d love to get wet and wild with me today!!”

Truth was, although they did make out a lot and he did carry her to his bed. It took a moment, but Levi mustered up the courage to take off her shirt. He kissed and rubbed his face into her boobs, and then he went for the unhooking of the bra.

It was the saddest struggle she’d ever been involved with. He then cried into her chest after all the failed attempts and passed out. If he couldn’t recall that travesty, Lena wasn’t about to refresh his memory. She’d surprise him and not wear one next time. Or maybe she had a front-opening one for starters?

“Don’t tease me about it…” he whined, “I really went beyond my limits last night…”

“Plus ultra babe…” She couldn’t hold back her smirk.

“Stop it!”

“Never. It’s not my way of the ninja…”

“You’re not funny.”

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After playing around with Leviathan a little while longer, Lena urged him downstairs. They were both ravenous after all the fun they had the night before.

The two of them entered the dining room and felt eyes upon them. ALL eyes.

“WHAT. THE. HELL!!!!?” Asmo squealed at the top of his lungs.

Mammon, on the other hand, was silent. Dead silent. The rest gave the two of them a once over, save for Beelzebub. He did pause, but his dire need for food out-weighed any curiosity he held for the reason that Lena was a disheveled mess in Leviathan’s hoodie.

“Ah-hmm....I take it a congratulations big brother are in order?” Satan asked in a catty manner as he sipped his cup of coffee.

Leviathan was tomato red and his teeth were clenched. He had no idea how to respond to any of this, but somehow he had the urge to fight everyone if they said anything to Lena.

“Maybe so…” Lena said nonchalantly as she led Levi to his seat, holding his hand. She sat in the empty seat beside him, acting completely calm.

“You guys look so cute together, although I’m totally jealous and wish I could’ve joined the fun last night…” Asmo chimed. Lena giggled at him, but Levi gave him a glare. He’d never share her like that.

Finally, Lucifer had something to say on the matter. “Leviathan. Either ask for your jacket back or find another high neck top to put on later. Your love bites are unseemly…”

“My wha?”

Most of the brothers began to chuckle as Levi looked down. Mammon was roaring at his little brother the most.He was in his low neck tank. Lena had given him hickies all over and he never checked himself over for any.

“W-why didn;t you say anything?...” he asked the nephilim.

“Oh, I thought you knew…” she responded nonchalantly, “I mean, did you see the ones you left on me?”

Mammon wrapped his arm over his brother’s shoulder and pulled him over in a brotherly manner, “I’m happy for you lil bro. If you need any advice, just ask The Great Mammon. I’ll help you out!”

“What advice could you possibly give?” Belphegor called out to Mammon.

“What d’ya mean by that you lil brat?!” Mammon responded.

A lot of bickering began around the table. Leviathan was so embarrassed until a firm hand squeeze brought him to look at Lena.

She merely gave Leviathan a wink and continued to eat her breakfast. This made his face glow, but he managed a small smile. It also gave him enough courage to ignore his brothers through the rest of their meal.

***********

“So did you guys go all of the way?” Asmodeus was the first to ask. He followed the girls to Lilly’s room where they both got ready for the day. And of course they talked about the hottest gossip the house has had in a long time.

“That’s none of your business Mister!” Lena responded as she sorted between outfits.

Lilly lectured the demon for being too nosy, but they both watched a happy Lena decide on her clothes. The two smiled at each other, giving a knowing look.

“I can’t help but to ask,” Lilly finally spoke up, “What was he like?” Asmo perked-up, ready to learn everything.

Lena sighed, but her smile remained, “He was so sweet. Definitely terrified. But the way he kissed was so...gentle…” She gave a little sigh. “I honestly feel both happy and guilty at the same time.”

“How so?” Lilly asked.

Lena furrowed her brows, trying to find a way to describe it. “He was so nervous. But I find him so cute. And I feel guilty that I liked him...squirming around a bit. I’ve seldom been with a submissive male before. Or a nervous one.”

“You like it. So what?” Asmo commented, “There’s nothing wrong with that. No force was there?”

“Of course not. I even bluntly asked for consent and he pulled me into his lap!” Lena’s eyes widened and she covered her hand over her mouth for a moment. ‘You two better not say anything about this to anyone. You hear me!” Her eyes began to glow with killing intent, leaving both the demon and human nodding. “Good.”

Lilly thought about things for a moment, before asking a serious question, “Are the two of you dating now?...are you a couple?”

The nephilim thought about for a moment before responding, “Well, we really didn’t do a lot of talking about it...things just happened…”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with him? You definitely need to be upfront and talk with Levi about it before going forward with anything.” Lilly just wanted her new friend and Levi to remain happy and on the best of terms as possible.

Asmo, for the first time, looked at Lena with a serious expression. “Lilly is right. You need to talk to my brother about this as soon as possible. I’m the last person to be serious about this kind of thing, but Leviathan is the Avatar of Envy; the Admiral of the Devildom’s navy and when he’s mad enough he can summon Lotan to drown and destroy nearly everything in its path. Be careful.”

Lena took their words seriously. She really didn’t think things through before starting things with him. They had valid and, to be honest, horrifying points.

“I believe I’ve mentioned this to the both of you at one point or another. I’m not the type to be held down to one great romance. Not after my last relationship. And NO. I do not want to talk about that. Not ever!” She closed her eyes and sighed, “The best I can do is be honest with him and let him know that. I want an open relationship and I won’t go any further with him if he can’t accept that. I’m not going to make false promises or put effort into something I don’t want.”

Her eyes fell upon Asmodeus. The two of them were rather flirtatious enough. And to be honest, that night she’d have definitely went all the way with him had she not been so intent and excited about the gifts she had for Leviathan. He smiled back at her, although there was a darker look to his eyes. He definitely sensed what was on her mind.

***********

“Levi-kun, let’s go on a lunch date today.” Lena said when she entered his room. Both he and Mammon were playing Luariogi-cart with Belphie asleep as he waited to play the winner.

The sudden request caused the otaku demon to crash; he was frozen. Of course Mammon shouted and cheered, taking the win and began to gloat about it and tease his little brother. Belphegor yelled at him for waking him up and threw his pillow at him.

“D-d-d...d-d-DATE!?” Leviathan stuttered, sounding like he was being electrocuted.

Lena giggled then picked Belphie’s pillow up and slammed it into Mammon for his laughter at Levi and then puffed it up and gave it back to Belphegor. “Yes, a date. I would like to go out with you today..to get more acquainted and to see where things go. I’ll meet you down in the Foyer in half an hour. Casual dating attire only. I want to go to the arcade for sure!” She winked at the demon and waved at everyone before leaving.

Levi was catatonic again. Mammon and Belphegor exchanged evil grins and let their brother stand there for a few minutes before saying anything.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” Belphegor asked in a knowing tone.

“Yeah, for your d-d-d-date!? Ha ha!” Mammon mocked.

This caused their brother to panic, then yell at them to leave. He had no idea what he should wear, what he was supposed to do or anything. It was an absolute nightmare for the reclusive demon. He never pictured himself in this situation. The closest thing he’d ever been to a date was when he went to themed cafes or idol concerts, admiring his favorites from afar.

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When Leviathan began down the stairs to the foyer, he stopped the moment he laid eyes upon Lena. She was standing there, waiting on him, in a cute black dress that had glowing jellyfish on it. She wore purple stockings and goth boots. She matched her aesthetic to match his. It made him blush.

Lena was looking at her DDD, researching where they could go and what they could do together. She was admittedly nervous after the conversation she’d had with Lilly and Asmo earlier. Who knew dating a demon could be so dangerous?

Feeling eyes upon her, the nephilim looked up to see Leviathan frozen on the stairs, blushing and staring down at her. “Well, hello there gorgeous.” She smiled and winked at him. “You ready to have some fun today?!”

When he only nodded and stood there, Lena ran up the stairs to meet him and took his hand, “well then let’s go cutie!” and pulled him with her.

“C-c-cutie…” he whispered, smiling to himself.

***************

Lena and Leviathan decided to get Screamin Berry Swirl slushies and hit the arcade first. The nephilim decided to start with things the demon was both familiar and comfortable with. She truly wanted things to work between the two of them and she also didn’t want him to be on edge the whole time they were together.

“Are the top 10 scores on this game all yours?” she asked.

“Of course they are. I’ve dominated the scores since they got this in.” he boasted.

Lena smiled and joined in laughter with him. “My favorite arcade games back home are the Dino Park Disaster games where you have to take down carnivores and outrun stampedes. Pretty much any shooting arcade games. Oh and racing ones. Pinball games as well…”

Listening to her go into a list of favorite arcade games brought a strong sense of joy in Leviathan’s heart. She really knew her stuff. And it seemed she was genuinely interested in hearing about all of the achievements he held in the games at the arcade. It made him feel a connection to someone that he hadn’t before.

“Hey, look!” Lena jumped with excitement after picking-up a massive sci-fi gun to an alien shooter game. “This looks badass! Let’s play two-player!”

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“That was so much fun! Look at our ticket haul!” Lena exclaimed. She was definitely in the moment, having so much fun with Leviathan.

“That was the only game I didn’t have a high score because none of my brothers or anyone could keep up with me.” Levi added.

The two were sitting down at a booth, counting their mega stacks of tickets, eating pizza and cheesy bread. “We make a great team!” she cheered, making Leviathan blush as he slurped his slush. He thought so too.

“If there’s a way for us to play human realm MMORPGs and other games like that here in the Devildom, I have a few that we need to team-up in. I don’t like to play with strangers...can't rely on them too much. I have a couple of friends from school that play and I think you’d get along with them well enough…”

This felt like a dream. He was on a date with a 3D female. One that was enthusiastic about anime, manga, comics, collecting memorabilia, and video games. Leviathan just watched and listened to Lena while in a dreamy-like state of mind.

After a while, the nephilim realized she’d been the only one to talk. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I kinda went off the deep end with excitement there….”

“No, I totally wanted to know what games you play!” Levi chuckled, “It’s so cool to finally have someone that wants to talk about non-normie things! And I’m really curious about these human realm games.”

The two talked shop for a while longer, then cashed their tickets in. Lena got a giant stuffed purple dragon creature that actually puffed smoke from it’s nose and mouth. It had ominous, glowing eyes that was totally something Lena would choose. She also got a matching dragon wing headband.

Leviathan chose some more figurines and a wall scroll of a Devildom anime icon. It was on the more colorful and cute side. It was a funny dynamic to see a demon with cute items and a half angel with scary monster stuff.

“Levi...you’re having a lot of fun today aren’t you?” Lena asked as they exited the arcade. She was looking down at her boots as she walked, not wanting to look at the demon. She had been weary of bringing him out since he’d made it clear that he was a shut-in and hated leaving his room.

There was hesitation, but Levi nodded and looked to the girl at his side. “I am…” There was a split second pause before he panicked and asked, ‘Are you not?! I bet you were bored; just being nice at doing this because I'm just a worthless otaku nerd!” He began huffing and wheezing as Lena stared at him wide-eyed and confused.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA dude. Chill!” She finally said, pressing her hand against his chest. She was sure he was about to have an actual panic attack and keel over. “Your brain is going into overdrive hun. I’ve had an absolute blast with you today. It’s been fun and refreshing and I’m loving getting to hang out with you.”

She wasn’t able to see his eyes, beyond the indigo bangs covering his face, but she could tell Leviathan was blushing and possibly staring down at her hand. She stepped in close and gave him a hug. “I would’ve been honest with you if I wasn’t having any fun. Trust me on that.” He nodded and hesitantly pressed his hand against her back, returning the hug. Lena couldn’t help but grin to herself at his trembling hand.

Pulling away, the nephilim took his hand and led him away from the Arcade, looking for a bench to sit on and watch a pretty fountain. It was the perfect atmosphere for their date she thought. A great place to talk quietly about their relationship.

“Levi, I want to be honest with you…” Lena began, “I want to talk about us...if you’d like there to be us.”

“Us…” he pondered for a moment and then bit his lip. Leviathan never thought he’d have a conversation like this. He’d never felt more nerve-wracking.

The nephilim gave him a moment to process before continuing, “Before we make any decisions, I want to be forward and honest with you. I think that’s the most important thing about a relationship. Keeping an open dialog with each other and always being honest about our feelings...ok?”

Leviathan was still reeling on the idea that there was a possibility for them to be an ‘us’. After she shook his arm to get his attention, the demon gasped and then nodded, “Uhm...yes. That’s good…”

“The thing I wanted to tell you first and foremost is where I stand on relationships in general.” She was beginning to feel nervous, thinking about Lilly and Asmo’s advice. “I believe in open relationships...especially since we are eternal beings...forever is a long time.”

The demon’s eye widened just enough that Lena could see them. He was still. “So you’re like Asmo….totally into being lots of other people…?”

“Well, comparing myself to the Avatar of Lust is a little extreme, but sorta.” Lena bit her bottom lip and shifted around uncomfortably. She was self-conscious about this part of herself, but nonetheless she wanted to be open with him. “I-I uh understand if it’s not something you’re okay with...it’s why I wanted to say something up front before we established a….deep connection…”

And there went Leviathan’s poor demonic heart again. Ready to yeet from his chest.

“You could totally see anyone you want to...both in reality or otherwise. However, I can’t promise you complete monogamy. It’s just not my nature. And I don’t want you to ever get upset if I choose to flirt and mingle with someone else.”

“So you are telling me...you’re interested in….living your life like…” Leviathan said quietly. Drawing it out made Lena’s eyes widen with anticipation. “Like a….REVERSE HAREM!?!”

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sakes the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

Lena shook her fist in anger thinking about it. She could do what the fuck she wanted with whom the fuck she wanted damn it. “But in all seriousness. Levi…” she returned her attention to the demon, “I’m giving you the option of being my first ever demon lover. I will be as committed to you as I possibly can. You can’t even begin to imagine the benefits of that. You just have the right to know what you'd be getting into if you want to be in a relationship with me.”

She let him stew over those bold words for a while, resting her head on his shoulder gently as she watched the dancing waters before them. “I really like you Levi…”

“I...like you too Lena...chan.”

His head gently rested atop hers. The two sat in silence as the imitation sun of Diavolo’s slowly disappeared from the Devildom sky.

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It was dusk by the time Leviathan and Lena returned to The House of Lamentation. The two stood outside the front door like high-schoolers not wanting their date to end. Lena took both of Leviathan’s hands, while their prizes sat on the steps. “Thank you for a lovely date at the arcade today. It was a lot of fun.”

“Your welcome….” Leviathan was looking away from her, completely embarrassed. She was the one that asked him out and planned the whole day. He should thank her for even considering a date with someone like him.

Feeling that he was about to go deep into unsavory thoughts, Lena stood on her tiptoes and kissed the demon. It was soft and sweet. Just like him. “Hey, we can do more of what we did last night if...we can sneak past all of the others…”

Wide eyes stared at the nephilim. If there was something Leviathan wanted, it was definitely more of what they did last night. Just imagining the feeling of her….and the way she….and how they both…

Leviathan in his boldest move of his eternal life, grabbed their loot in one hand and took Lena by the other and raced inside the manor. No man, demon, nephilim, or ghostly was gonna keep this otaku from getting to feel 3D oppas again!

[kaeyas-beloved]

Creatober 2020 || Day 3: Flight

Pairing: Mammon x GN!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) wants to cross something off their bucket list - Mammon is the key to doing that.

Note: Before anyone gets on my case, I remember reading something about how they can fly but don’t often, or something like that but I'm going to ignore it for the sake of this one-shot.

Also this is my first time writing for Mammon and I haven’t played Obey Me! in a little so I’m sorry if he’s a little OOC! And, um, this is my first time writing something like this so it might not be that good/detailed during the flight part... 

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“You can fly right?” The second born brother jumped, both the human and question coming out of no where. It took a moment but Mammon was able to calm his racing heart enough to answer.

“O-Of course I can! What demon has wings and can’t fly?” In truth he hadn’t flown in over 500 years, even then sessions were few and far between. There never really was a reason for him, or any of his brothers that were capable, to use his wings. He wouldn’t say that though, not when his answer brought such a bright smile to his human’s face.

“Can you taking me flying one day! Please!?” They begged, latching onto his forearm, bouncing on the balls of their heels. Mammon’s cheeks bloomed a bright red but he nevertheless nodded, satisfying the human enough for them to thank him before leaving.

A few moments passed until the he stood, departing back to his room with a plan of action already forming in his head.

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A knock aroused (Y/N) from their slumber, surroundings blurry with sleep. Was someone at the door? Another knock, softer, almost hesitant this time and they knew it wasn’t their imagination. 

“Mammon? What are you doing here?” they asked, eyes clearing up when they met yellow-blue ones. Instead of giving an answer Mammon looked over (Y/N) once, deemed their clothing fit for what he planned and then grabbed them by the hand, tugging them along. 

“Be quiet alright?” the human didn’t say anything more, offering a nod of understanding while allowing themselves to be dragged through the House of Lamentation.

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“Mammon? Why are we on the roof?” They asked, staring down to the ground. It was high, like really high, with the chances of death severely plausible if they were to fall. 

“W-well...” ah, now was no time to choke up. Just spit it out he told himself. “ya asked me to take ya flying so... that’s what we’re gonna do!” A split second of silence before arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck, face crushed against the shoulder of his human.

“You’re not kidding right? Please tell me this isn’t a joke...”

“Of course it ain’t. Now, close your eyes, alright?” he whispered soothingly, watching as their eyes slowly slid shut, hiding the dazzling (e/c) orbs that he loves so much. Mammon took a breath, mentally and physically preparing himself.

This is the one thing he can’t afford to mess up...

Behind their eyelids a bright light shone for a moment, vanishing as fast as it came. (Y/N) opened their eyes, now met with the demon in his demon form instead of his usual, casual clothes.

“Are ya ready?” He asked, hand subconsciously cupping their cheek, his other hand resting on their waist.

“Ready” Mammon took that as his que, his signature carefree smile that (Y/N) has come to know and love appearing on his face. In one swift gust of air the two were in the sky, (Y/N) wrapped like a kola around the second born’s body, grip tight. A startled screech was produced, the feeling of being so freely in the air a lot scarier than they first imagined. 

In no way, though, was is unenjoyable. 

(Y/N) could feel Mammon’s chest rumbling with laughter and they gazed up at his face, finding that he was staring right back at them. 

“Ya doing okay (Y/N)?” They nodded after a moment of hesitation, the human slowly getting comfortable. Their vice like hold loosened bit by bit until it was but a relaxed yet firm hold. Still, the Avatar of Greed’s palms stayed stationed at their back, holding them close.  

For awhile the duo just glided through the air, pointing out landmarks that they could spot in the Devildom below. Something about seeing the city that they lived in from a different angle made it all the more enticing, the lights that glowed brightly mesmerizing. They flew close around tall buildings, scaling them up and down, and even going as far as flying down near the streets a few times.  

“Hey (Y/N), do ya trust me?” Mammon asked them suddenly. 

“Yeah, why?” The responded, a little confused that he was putting the question out there now of all moments. The grin that was already spread across the demon’s face grew in size as he subtly flew higher, unbeknownst to the human who was focused on him.

“Well, then enjoy the ride. I promise to catch ya so don’t worry too much!” 

“Catch me? Wha- AHHH!”  

Arms releasing them, (Y/N) started to fall through the air. Mammon zoomed down to match their pace, free falling beside them, but making sure to stay within reaching distance. A continuous scream ripped from their throat until their eyes locked with Mammon’s, his mischievous smile calming them just enough to understand what he meant. 

He would never let them fall to the ground. 

(Y/N) chuckled, choosing to enjoy this opportunity. Spins, twirls, they did it all, a gracious dance done mid-air air with the addition of harmonious laughter. It felt magical to them both, a moment in time they didn’t want to ever end.

“How close are we to the ground Mammon?” 

“Crap!” He mildly cursed, clasping their hand and spinning them around onto his back. They were actually really close to plummeting to their deaths. 

“Hold on!” he called, opening his wings up, the wind pushing him back up. Figuring this was a good note to leave off on, Mammon flew back to the starting point of this adventure, crouching so his human could get off his back easier.      

“Thank you so much Mammon...” (Y/N) whispered when they had their feet on the ground, enveloping him into a gentle hug.

“Don’t mention it... and you’re welcome...” he muttered the last part, returning the hug, an emotion spreading within him welcomed. Mammon likes the large grin they had on the entire time, the pleasant squeals they made, it told him that he did good. He helped the person that meant the most to him. Nothing could ruin the happiness he felt in that moment.     

“And where have you two been?” A deep voice penetrated the silence, making the second born flinch. 

“Crud, let’s go (Y/N)!” he shouted, grabbing onto them and flying off once more, Lucifer hot on their tails. While a lecture may be in store for them after this, in Mammon’s mind, it was still all worth it. Anything for them. 

[gimme-my-mammoney]

Obey Me! AU Highschool - Prom Dates

Prom season is here and you have your eye on a certain classmate for your date. Will he ask you?

Lucifer ~

On the prom committee overseeing the budgets. Has to be the voice of reason so that the budget doesn’t end up being millions.

Tells you that you’re going to prom with him. He doesn’t give you a choice but you’re not mad about it.

Picks you up dead on the time he said he would. Flowers in hand (red roses).

Wearing an all black tux and shirt with a red bow tie. He wanted to match your dress.

You take his breath away and he isn’t afraid to tell you.

Spends the whole night proudly showing you off and never leaves your side.

Whispers how beautiful you are into your ear randomly throughout the night.

He’s an incredible dancer and gracefully leads you around the room. You feel like a princess.

Takes you out for an extremely fancy meal afterwards. He wants to make you feel as special as he can.

He’ll kiss you at the end of the night as if he’s been desperate to kiss you all night. You can tell he’s been holding back while in company but now you’re alone you’re given all of his passion in one long make out session.

Will call the next day to ask if you enjoyed yourself and assure you that it was the best night of his life.

Mammon ~

Was on the prom committee until he got thrown out for spending some of the budget on himself.

Only asks you to prom when he sees someone else about to do it. He shoves them away and tells them you’re going with him.

He’s a little late to pick you up and feels awful about it, even though it’s only ten minutes. He’s bought you the biggest bouquet that must of cost a fortune. They’re your favourite flowers too: he does listen - occasionally.

He goes bright red and starts acting stupid when he sees you. You’ve completely knocked him off his feet and now he’s nervous. It’s a good job you find it cute.

He’s wearing the most fashionable suit you’ve ever seen. It’s obvious he’s bought the best of the best to make sure he’s worthy of your arm. He’s given Goldie quite the workout.

He’s glued to your side all night and whenever someone talks to you he has to slide in (not so subtlety) that you’re here with him. It’s less possessive than usual and more in genuine awe you’re actually there together.

He can’t dance to save his life but it makes you laugh. He’s the life of the party and you’re both lighting up the room. He gets awkward and blushes when it comes to slow dances and awkwardly shuffles around the floor. He nearly falls when you lay your head on his chest as you sway.

He surprises you and takes you out for a fancy meal afterwards. It’s nice to spend time just the two of you. He relaxes more away from your classmates and you end up talking and laughing until it’s way past the time you should’ve been home.

You’re going to have to make the first move and kiss him. He stands around waiting for something to happen but goes a deeper shade of red with every passing second. Once you’ve made the first move it’s like he’s been awakened. He’ll keep demanding kisses and won’t want to leave you.

He’ll call first thing in the morning and wake you up. He’s reminding you how lucky you were to have gone out with the GREAT Mammon before muttering how much fun he had too. He’s an idiot but he’s your idiot.

Leviathan ~

Joined the prom committee just to ensure that ruri-chan’s music gets played.

You’re going to have to ask him to be your date. He can’t believe you’d go with a gross otaku like him. Are you sure?

He’s early to pick you up because he was so excited. He waits for you to finish getting ready and can’t stay still. He brings you a simple bunch of flowers that he’s obviously picked himself and they’re your favourite gift you’ve ever been given.

You get one of his signature ‘woooooaaahhh’s as soon as he sees you. He’s bright red and can’t stop stumbling over compliments he has for you.

He’s wearing a suit that looks a little awkward on him. He’s tried to be as formal as he can but you can tell he’s not comfortable in it. You loosen his tie and take it off, you’re not bothered about how he looks as long as you’re together. He relaxes a little more now.

He’s socially awkward so you spend a lot of time just the two of you. He’s cute when he’s nervous.

You have to force him to dance and you end up leading a little. It’s obvious he’s never slow danced before. Once Ruri-chan’s song comes on he transforms. He’s dancing like he’s at a concert and his joy is contagious.

He takes you for a meal afterwards because that’s what the forums said to do. He’s awkward again until you hold his hand over the table and talk about his favourite anime.

He awkwardly makes the first move and kisses you at the end of the night. Once he’s broke the tension he’s desperate to keep kissing you and gets a little more dominant. You’re a fan of this side of him.

He’ll text you straight after he’s left to ask if he did alright.

Satan ~

He’s the head of the prom committee (he got in there before Lucifer) and runs a tight ship.

He reads book after book on dates and is surprisingly nervous to ask you out. He does it with a huge sign and by blasting music in the hall.

He picks you up a minute late and kicks himself. He was debating whether to be on time or fashionably late: the books didn’t say which was better. He’s bought you some flowers and chocolates and awkwardly shoves them to you.

Once you’ve convinced him to calm down and not worry about doing everything right, he relaxes. He tells you how gorgeous you are and means it. He’s going to be bold and sneak his kiss in now and you’re not going to stop him. Breaking etiquette never felt so good.

He’s wearing a suit with a green bow tie and rocking it. He’s even styled his hair and is wearing your favourite cologne. He’s perfect.

He’s actually a social butterfly tonight. Something about your kiss seems to have changed him. He’s at peace with the world and seems genuinely happy. You can’t stop smiling. He holds your hand all night. Literally all night.

He’s desperate to dance with you, which takes you off guard. He can’t stop smiling and twirling you around the dance floor. Every time he pulls you close to him he takes the chance to tell you that you look beautiful.

Instead of a meal in a restaurant, he’s planned a nighttime picnic under the stars. You spend the rest of the evening cuddled up to him under a blanket as you star gaze and talk.

He kisses your hand as he drops you off before pulling you in for another love-filled kiss. He leaves with a smile and wink and your knees buckle.

He’ll ring you the next day to ask if you’re free for another date. Of course, you say yes.

Asmodeus ~

The prom committee is his territory. He’s king of themes, decorations, catering, and everything else you can think of. Asmo knows how to throw a party.

He throws a party to ask you to prom. It has the perfect photo opportunities so he can post about it on social media.

He wants to get ready with you. You spend the whole day together getting your hair and nails done. He’s all about making sure you feel glamorous. You’re pampered and beautified within an inch of your life.

He adores you in your dress and squeals with delight (before making a comment about ripping it off). You might actually look more beautiful than him tonight.

He’s the centre of attention and loves sharing the spotlight with you. He’s proud to be your date and gets a million pictures with you. You’re prom king and queen, obviously.

He’s a better dancer than you but makes sure that you don’t look ridiculous. He’s romantic and makes you feel adored.

He takes you for a meal with his big group of friends and their dates. It’s practically a second party. He sneaks you away so you can walk home together to talk and get some privacy.

He kisses every part of you he can: your shoulders, your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips. You can tell he’s been desperate to do it all night. It pains him to pull away and leave you but he does - right after he asked for a sleepover.

He’ll ring you the next day to ask you to come look through the pictures and help him decide which is best for his social media.

Beelzebub~

Joined the prom committee to make sure the catering was good. He was especially fond of the sampling day.

Spelled out “be my prom date?” In candy but at the last two letters while he was waiting for you to see it. He was mad at himself until you agreed to go and let him eat the rest of the candy. He still saved you one, though.

He turns up on time with flowers and a huge edible arrangement. You check it twice and, shockingly, he’s not eaten any of it. He wanted you to have it all. You agree to share it on the way to prom.

His tongue practically falls out of his mouth when he sees you. You’re not sure if he’s hungry for the food or for you anymore. He pulls you close and tells you that you look delicious and beautiful. He kisses your cheek.

He resists dashing straight to the buffet when you arrive and has pictures taken for you. You nod and let him rush to the food table. He returns with arms full of food and a plate for you too. He’s in a great mood and keeps pausing between mouthfuls to tell you that you’re beautiful.

Once a slow song comes on he stops eating and extends his hand to you. He sweeps you to the floor and holds you as close as possible. He’s not the most graceful dancer but he’s strong enough to whisk you around the dance floor like you’re dancing on air.

He takes you out for a meal afterwards and gets a special dessert made for you with your names in icing on the top. You’ve never seen him smile so much.

He carries you to your doorstep, bridal style. Once he’s put you down he leans down and kisses you softly but filled with love. Then he wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the floor, kissing you with more passion. Before he leaves he wraps you in a bear hug and tells you that he loves you.

He turns up at your house the next day to take you out for lunch. He’s missed you since yesterday.

Belphegor~

He’s part of the prom committee but falls asleep in every meeting.

Asked you to prom by giving you a giant teddy bear. It’s nice and cuddly and a perfect nap buddy.

He’s quite late to pick you up because he fell asleep. He also left your flowers at home in his rush to not be unforgivably late. You can’t help but laugh.

He’s wearing a stunning grey suit but his hair is messed up on one side where he’s been sleeping. You have to fix it for him before you can go.

His eyes pop out of their sockets when he sees you. He tells you that you look like a dream he once had about an angel.

He’s very touchy with you all night. He couldn’t get any physically closer to you. He manages to stay awake and loves listening to you talk.

When you slow dance it’s more like a swaying hug. You love how wrapped up in each other you are.

Afterwards, he takes you to a tent filled with pillows and blankets. There’s a projector screen up and you watch your favourite films with him. You both drift off and end up being extremely late home but you don’t care.

He asks you if he’s earned the chance to kiss you. You answer him by placing your lips on his and he holds you tightly.

He turns up at your doorstep the next morning, he had to bring you the flowers he forgot yesterday (and he just wanted to see you).

Diavolo~

He popped in to see the prom committee but was too busy being class president to join.

He got the cheerleader to hold up banners asking you to prom. Nearly the whole school stopped to watch him ask you.

He’s dead on time and collects you in the fanciest limousine you’ve ever seen. He’s bought you a flower necklace that goes perfectly with your dress.

He’s wearing a black shirt, white tie, and red blazer. He’s never looked so handsome.

He can’t stop smiling when he sees you and tells you that every other man is going to be jealous he got to come with you tonight. He carries you out the car and you can’t stop laughing.

He’s very popular but makes sure that you’re always included in conversation. He’s funny and you’ve never laughed so much. He’s full of life and you’ve never felt so safe and comfortable with someone.

He’s a great dancer and takes leading you round the dance floor very seriously. It’s hard being so close to him and not blushing. When he catches the blush on your cheeks he grazes over it with his thumb before kissing you in the middle of the dancefloor.

Afterwards he takes you to a fancy restaurant where he’s got a private room. You spend the whole time talking and laughing and having the time of your life.

He kisses you on the doorstep and you melt into his arms.

He calls the next day to ask if you enjoyed yourself. You end up being on the phone for hours.

Simeon~

He’s on the prom committee and is in charge of theme. ‘One night in heaven’ is the one he picks.

He turns up at your house to ask you to prom. Armed with flowers and his angelic smile he manages to win you over. It helps that he’s enlisted the school choir to serenade you while he asks.

He collects you in time in a white horse and carriage. He wants you to feel like a princess today. He’s brought you some white roses with little crystals in them. They’re the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen.

He’s wearing a white tuxedo that’s got a subtle glitter to it. Wonder how he achieved that subtle sparkle?

His face is alight with awe as soon as he sees you in your dress. You’re both glittering and all eyes will be on you tonight.

He spends the whole night talking to you about the most amazing topics. He loves poetry and music and can’t wait to get your opinions on his favourites. You go for a walk outside under the moonlight and talk for hours.

He dances like he’s flying. It’s effortless and graceful and it feels like you’re having to hold him down or he’ll take off.

He takes you for a meal but not inside the restaurant. He’s arranged for you to have it outside between trees dripping with fairy lights. He looks even more beautiful in their soft, twinkling light.

He kisses you so softly and so sweetly that now it feels like you might fly away. He leaves you feeling light headed and floaty, in the best sense.

He turns up at your doorstep the next day to bring you a necklace. It’s covered in sparkly stones. He says it reminded him of you last night and he had to give it you. You end up kissing him on your doorstep again.

Solomon ~

Has nothing to do with prom committee because the other members don’t trust him.

He asks you to prom with a gift of a promise ring. You gladly accept. People are shocked he’s asked you: he’s kind of the school bad boy. His arms are covered in strange markings that everyone’s sure are tattoos. They have to be, right?

He shocks you by being on time to collect you. He’s got a sleek black classic car for you to ride in. He gives you more jewellery as a gift.

He’s wearing all black, which makes his white hair seem more shocking than usual. He’s rolled his shirt and blazer sleeves up to his elbows, exposing the markings on his arms. He’s impossible to look away from.

He whistles as soon as he sees you in your dress. When you blush he tells you that you look cute and vulnerable, before taking your hand and guiding you to the car outside.

Everyone spends the whole night staring at you both but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy watching you with a soft look in his eyes. He takes your hand randomly and kisses it, telling you that you’re stunning.

He slow dances with you and you’re surprised at how shy you are. He’s both powerful and intimidating, but also soft and safe, as he looks down at you and smiles. He’s swaying you and such a gentle rhythm that you start to relax into his arms.

You walk home after and get food from a truck. It’s lowkey but endearing. He talks to you the whole walk back and you find him fascinating. He’s extremely knowledgeable on myths and legends and you find yourself drawn into his stories.

He kisses you on the doorstep. With his arm leaning against the door behind you as he slowly leans in, giving you plenty of time to refuse him if you wish to. His lips are soft but something in the kiss seems to drag something out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a more passionate kiss. He pulls away and chuckles, before kissing your hand and leaving with a wink.

You’ll call him the next day, to ask if he’s free. He’ll make himself available for you.

Thank you for reading! I thought I’d add some pictures to this one with it being my official return to this blog. I wanted to do something a little special. I got most of the dress images from google and Pinterest so credit to those who designed them and those who posted the original pictures. I did try to find the original posters to credit them but came up blank. If you own them and want crediting or want them removed, message me and I’m more than happy to do that. (I believe that some of them can be found on @evermore-fashion, so credit to a wonderful fashion blog that I am now following).

I hope you enjoyed this little AU and I’ll see you all soon! Love you 💕

[indiavolojones]

also a long... long time ago someone asked me for an artist!mc wanting to draw satan. I still 100% want to do it, but here’s a little placeholder in the meantime!!

Satan intensely examines the framed work in front of him--you think that it might be some kind of… statement on fertility? There’s definitely a feminine figure in the garish swathes of puke green. Maybe. Could also be a peanut. If you squint and tilt your head, it kind of looks like an animal? 

You’ve never had an eye for this sort of thing, only agreeing to come because Satan had invited you.

hope u guys don’t mind i completely veered off the request path.. but here’s something short!!

1.3kish words, gen, satan/gender neutral!mc 

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“Mammon would be furious if he knew he missed you like this,” he grins, bowing and holding his hand out. 

The outfit is… fancier than anything you’ve ever really worn in front of the brothers. It’s perfectly tailored to your body thanks to Asmo, the vest cinched at your waist like one of Lucifer’s. It accentuates the slight curve of your waist, enticingly settling at the small of your back. 

Your brows raise at the outstretched hand, before rolling your eyes and snorting at the gesture. Satan looks like he expects you to playfully bat his hand away with some flustered complaint. To his surprise, you take his hand, and lace your fingers with his. 

Satan’s eyes widening is a sweet reward in itself. 

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The art exhibit Satan takes you to is far fancier than Satan had led you to believe, so with each passing devil appraising you, you’re glad you let Asmo guide you into his closet for an outfit upgrade. 

Satan is dressed in a casual sports jacket and fitted slacks, but his natural good looks and the undeniable power radiating off him would have made him a knockout even if he was wearing a tracksuit. (Maybe. That actually sounds hilarious.)

You fiddle with the hem of the vest, at the quintessential, billowy-sleeved Asmo shirt he’d paired with it. You look like you belong in a fantasy novel as a princely character, but perhaps that’s what Asmo intended. If you had any doubts about how different your outfits are, the worries are blown out of the water by the sheer chaos of Devildom “high fashion”.   

Besides, Satan seems to like it, if his constant gentle touches mean anything.  

By comparison to the eccentric shades of Devildom fashion (some more... daring than others...), the art itself is nothing exciting. Once you’ve sipped enough champagne to calm your nerves, you realize that the art is actually... 

Terrible. 

You’ve seen some god-awful art up in the human realm, but it’s almost comforting to know that there are also snobby devil artists with bad technique and signatures as big as their egos. But… Satan likes it? You think. 

You’re not quite sure, honestly, and you don’t want to offend him by saying anything negative. He stares at every framed work with an intensity that would burn through the canvas if looks could kill. Sometimes it’s a few seconds, sometimes several minutes, but Satan will nod once he’s finished appraising the canvas, and then move on to the next one.

Almost without fail, he will place his hand on your waist or the small of your back and lead you to another… suspect… painting.

Satan intensely examines the framed work in front of him --you think that it might be some kind of… statement on fertility? There’s definitely a feminine figure in the garish swathes of puke green. Maybe. Could also be a peanut. If you squint and tilt your head, it kind of looks like an animal? You’ve never had an eye for this sort of thing, only agreeing to come because Satan had invited you. 

“This isn’t your kind of date,” Satan states, and you jump, looking at him with cinched brows. 

“I never said that--” Satan rolls his eyes.

“You’ve spent more time looking at me than at the art.” 

You’re a work of art is the infantile comeback that comes to mind, but you don’t have the strength to be so bold or cheesy. Crossing your arms sheepishly, you look anywhere but at him. 

“I… You seemed interested, and I didn’t want to tell you no?” You admit, and Satan sighs, like he’s not sure what he’s going to do with you. “Did you…” You fumble over the words, “Did you like this one?” 

Satan blinks as he looks at you, his head tilted. Huffing with amusement at what he finds in your expression, he shakes his head. He looks back at the painting and squints at it. 

“Honestly, no. It’s gaudy, the technique is terrible, and I’m sure the artist was drunk the entire time. There’s Demonus stains in the corner here.” he groans, pointing at the out-of-the-ordinary purple splotches that don’t match any of the other materials used. You can’t help the glee that fills your chest at Satan admitting that he also thinks these works are absurd--there’s relief as well. 

You’re not sure if you’d be able to stand another hour of this. 

“Why would anyone buy this?” You ask, and Satan looks at you helplessly. 

“I have no idea. Art is subjective, but most modern art makes me furious,” Satan says, shoulders shrugging, “Sometimes I try to stop and really, really look at the piece. Usually that works. I suppose if I bend over backwards, I can start to maybe piece together whatever asinine meaning the artist intended.” 

“What if you end up still hating it?” you question. Satan huffs. 

“Then I buy it,” Satan’s gaze shifts to look at you from the corner of his eyes, and he can’t help his wicked smirk, “And I use it for kindling.”

“What?” you ask, eyebrows cinched together. Satan holds his hands up noncommittally, and you shake your head with a fond, disbelieving laugh, “You’re terrible.” 

“You think so? Let’s just get on with the second part of our date. I think you’ll enjoy it much more,” Satan hums, and before you have a chance to ask, he’s looking out into the crowd. 

“Malphas!” Satan calls, and waves a hand over at a timid looking demon in an older suit. 

The demon, Malphas, shuffles over with a toothy smile--it was far too easy for Satan to get his attention in this crowd. Was the demon waiting for Satan to call him over? He shakes hands with Satan, grabbing the brother by the forearm in an enthusiastic greeting.  

“Satan! I’m glad you could make it,” he rasps, a row of sharp, tiny teeth in the demon’s mouth bared in what you think is a smile. 

“No, thank you for the invite.” Satan is charming--you’ve always thought so, but to watch him interact with anyone not you or his own family is an interesting change of pace. Malphas seems to be tripping over himself to gain Satan’s approval, even as his beady black eyes flicker between the two of you. Satan gestures at you with one hand, placing the other hand on the small of your back. 

You flush at the contact.

“Malphas, this is our human exchange student,” Satan says your name, and you extend a hand out to him. Malphas blinks down at your hand, as if it will burn him, and you realize that with how little you know of demons.  

Even if you forget when you’re amidst the brothers, there are quite a few devils who are hesitant about Diavolo’s integration ideals. You trust that Satan would never let you come to any harm from them, though. Malphas coughs, but then he’s bringing a small, clawed hand up to yours. His skin is clammy, and a strange texture, but you both manage the handshake under Satan’s careful watch. 

At the civilized shaking of your hands, Satan beams, “Malphas is the gallery owner. He invites me to shows for up-and-coming artists, and I attend when I can.” The brothers often comment on Satan’s popularity, with varying reactions of disbelief and envy, but getting to live it is a whole other experience in itself.

"Listen, Malphas," Satan points at the painting in front of you, "I'd like to buy this painting." Satan winks at you from the corner of his eyes, and you glance at the demon to see if he noticed Satan's wink. Malphas, however, only wrings his hands together and lets out a pleased growl, nodding his head. "Bill it to my account."

"Excellent choice, my lord," he chirps, almost like a bird, "I will get this prepared for you immediately!" 

Malphas skitters off, leaving Satan smiling at you and you staring at him in utter confusion. The hand on the small of your back slides to your waist, and Satan’s holding you close to his side--the mere concept of Satan buying this shitty painting is still enough of a distraction that you don’t immediately burst into flames at it. The opulence of this gallery opening also screams expensive. Satan hadn’t even asked for the price? You have so many questions. 

"But this… is awful?" You ask, trying to picture where the hell Satan would hang this. Its bright colors don't match the interior of his bedroom at all; if Satan were to hang this, you'd never be able to not see it. 

Another mischievous quirk of his lips, and realization dawns on your face. 

Oh.

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Satan has an interesting definition of fun. 

Something about the ingredients inside the paint used on Devildom works causes a spectacular chemical reaction. You wonder how many poor portraits have fallen prey to Satan’s sadism--but remembering the work itself, you’re not particularly bothered.  

Ashes and paint dirty the sleeves of Asmo’s shirt and you worry about getting the stains out, but then Satan’s sidling up behind you... and you’re sure Asmo will forgive you if you compliment him enough! Probably!

Satan’s height allows him to rest his chin on your shoulder as you both stare into the makeshift bonfire, his arms wrapped loosely around your center.

“I thought you were joking,” you snort as the bright red smoke billows up into the Devildom sky. 

Satan’s hot puff of laughter tickles the hair by your ear. 

[highqueenofelfhame]

acotar au wk day 4: modern au.

It was a kiss that I knew would have me reeling for hours on end. Long after the day was over, when I was home alone in my bed, I would be thinking about this kiss and the way his lips felt on mine. 

Every bit of me was going to be ruined, I would never recover. This was a kiss that was like waking up, like seeing the world through a new clarity and once you saw everything so bright and crisp you couldn’t just go back to the way things were before. It was the first kiss I’d had since I broke things off with Tamlin three months ago and it was the most alive I had felt in longer than I cared to admit. 

His mouth moved against mine in a way that felt so natural that I couldn’t believe it hadn’t happened sooner despite its inevitability. The shape of his lips, the taste and feel of his tongue as it swept through my mouth --

“Cut!” Mother above. Things had just started to get good, too. 

~*~ 

My crush on Rhysand Knox had, admittedly and some-what shamefully, began the first day I met him eight months ago when I was signed on as a new role on the TV show he was the lead actor for. I would probably consider us friends on the days he wasn’t doing everything he could to get under my skin, which was most of them. He was more handsome than a freshly fallen Lucifer, and just as obnoxious as Tom Ellis managed to portray him on-screen. But he was beautiful, so painfully beautiful that when I caught him looking at me in my more revealing costumes my cheeks turned shades of crimson that only embarrassed me further. 

Today had been one of those days, our first on-screen kiss being filmed that fans had been waiting for for months on end. Ever since my character had made her debut, actually. There had been so many petitions with so many signatures that the writers had reworked the entire script, written out love interests, all to fit out romance that was never supposed to happen. 

Some days I would even admit that Rhysand was flirty with me, that his teasing was more than just banter to get under my skin. Maybe when he told me I looked nice or pretty or even beautiful, he wasn’t just saying so to make me squirm. As wild a concept as it was, there was always the chance that he was serious in his pursuit, and after a kiss like that I couldn’t help but wonder. 

Then again, he was one of the best 20-something actors out there, best any aged actor if I were being honest. It was his job to make it look believable, to make it feel believable. They paid him so much money that it was practically his job to make me fall in love with him like he had several other co-stars. 

I was pulled from my reverie by a warm body dropping into the seat next to me, a hand sticking out a cup of coffee with tendrils of steam snaking out from the lid. A smooth, unfortunately hot accent purred, “Darling,” in my ear and I shifted in my seat to take the coffee. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?” Lest I fall in love with you. 

“Only until you mean it,” he teased, perfect lips pulling up into a wide grin. The honest truth was that he was my celebrity crush before I got this job, and he has since stayed said crush since getting it because the man was downright delightful. How was I going to hide my crush now that we’d starting dry humping for work? 

“What makes you think I don’t mean it now?” 

“How flushed you are,” he said softly, drawing a line with his finger along my cheekbone. I hated the way my heart stuttered in my chest. There was no sign of teasing in his tone, his face was utterly serious as he leaned closer to me with his coiling around a strand of loosely-curled hair. “When are you going to let me take you out for a date?” 

“I - You just brought me coffee,” I said dumbly, blinking up at him like he was the confused one. 

“I can assure you, Feyre darling, when I take you on a date it will be far more than me just bringing you coffee.” He stood then, hands slipping into the pockets of the sweats he was wearing until it was time to film our first sex scene. I myself was wearing nothing but a silky robe with lingerie beneath. “Think on it.” 

“I’m going to start a rumor that you’re one of those sleazy co-stars that wouldn’t stop hitting on me,” I threatened, but it’s empty and he knows it because his laughter fills my ears and makes my heart thrum. Rhysand was unfortunately one of the nicest and most repulsively respectful men I’d ever met which only made my crush on him even worse.

With a wink a genuine smile, he walked away, disappearing into the mess of crew like a shadow passing between worlds. 

@acotarauweek​​ @starseternalnighttriumphant​​ @amren-rhyssecond​​ @iamthebonecarver​​ @charincharge​​​ @booksstorm​​​ @shyvioletcat​​​  @ttakeitbacknoww​​ @tangledraysofsunshine​ 

[ofimpala]

@fcllencngel​ starter because hashtag the finale never happened, 18 eps sure is a weird number for a season, what a shame covid stopped them before they could make 40 solid minutes of reciprocation lmao

         His phone is vibrating again. It keeps doing that,  Sam’s name keeps popping up on the screen. It’s the seventh time now. Dean’s sure that, in a minute, it’ll be eight.

         He just can’t bring himself to answer. Can’t bring himself to do anything other than stare at the empty spot in the room where Cas was and now isn’t. He’s felt this before. This deep howling void of absolute shell-shock where all he can hear is roaring in his ears and his own panicked heartbeat. It had happened after Mary had died, once when he didn’t speak for six months afterward, once again over her empty shell. Sam; stabbed in the back, fallen into the Cage, torn apart by vamps. Charlie’s bloody lifeless corpse in a bathtub. John in that hospital bed, soul torn out. And Cas-- god, so many times. More times than he wants to remember.

         Dean thinks, maybe, that he should be used to this. Should be used to getting the people he loves torn away from him.

         But this is different. This is Cas telling him about a deal he’d never fucking mentioned before. This is Cas smiling so wide, tears in his eyes as he tells Dean things that nobody’s ever been kind enough to say about him. This is Cas looking at peace while he’s swallowed by the Empty.

         This is Cas saying I love you.

         This is Cas sacrificing himself yet again, this time explicitly for Dean. This is Cas dying because he loves Dean.

         His phone starts up again, the shorter buzzes of incoming texts.

         [Sam]: Everybody vanished          [Sam]: Jack’s still here with me          [Sam]: Dean answer your fucking phone          [Sam]: At least let me know if you’re alive

         Dean thinks of Sam earlier, pale and drawn as he’d frantically texted Eileen, how the texts had just stopped. His thumb hovers over the reply button, because he doesn’t want Sam to worry, he really doesn’t, but a glint out of the corner of his eye stops him.

         Death’s ring, lying small and so harmless looking on the concrete floor between the shelves. Her scythe, fallen awkwardly against some books. They must not have gone with her to the Empty, remaining on earth for the next Death to assume the mantle. Maybe they’ll just pop over to the next reaper that dies, but he doesn’t know how many reapers are even left. Earth might be without a Death for a while, but it’s not his fucking problem. Not right now.

         He opens up a text to Sam, and pauses. His gaze goes right back to that ring.

         He thinks about Jack saying Billie had been there when he’d woken up in the Empty. How the original Death had traveled anywhere he’d damned well pleased. He remembers the deal he made for Sam’s soul, slipping that ring on, graveyard-cold and heavy, touching the almost-dead and helping them pass on -- and he’s sure that Tessa did most of the work ferrying him around, he’s sure he didn’t get Death’s full powers. Maybe humans just can’t. Maybe it’s a time thing. Maybe he would have if he’d worn it for longer. Maybe he just hadn’t known how. Maybe maybe maybe.

         Maybe he can...

         There’s a mission at hand here, and at stake is everything. Life, free will, the entire fucking universe. Chuck needs to die; every single one of Dean’s nerve endings have been screaming that for months now, blinded with fury and loss of control. But Cas is gone, and Dean doesn’t know if they can kill Chuck without him. Doesn’t think he can grieve Cas again, not again, not when the last time had gone the way it had, at the bottom of too many bottles and nearly dead on the stairs of an abandoned house full of restless ghosts. It’d be easier if he could tell himself it’s because Cas is an important piece on the board, but it’s not just that, it’s something he’s been feeling for years and never could manage to be brave enough to face up to it--

         Before Dean can even really think or plan ahead or contemplate how immensely fucking stupid and dangerous this is, his hands are moving. First, to his phone.

         [Dean]: brb

         And then to the ring. It’s cold, sending a chill right down his spine when he slips it on, but he doesn’t suddenly sprout wings or manifest knowledge of the entire fucking cosmos. For a long minute, he’s pretty sure he just looks like a goddamn idiot waiting for something to happen. It’s only when he picks up the scythe that he spots it against the far wall: a ripple in the air like a loose thread, a weak spot between realities where the Empty had ripped it open and hadn’t bothered to patch it up quite right after.

         There’s no other course of action he can contemplate right now.

         He steps through.

         And, god, it’s-- Dean’s pretty sure a human mind was never meant to comprehend the Empty. Humans aren’t meant to be here. There’s nothingness and towering dim pillars of light and darkness, what must be angels and demons, and the noise is ear-splitting, rumbles and high-pitched whines, he doesn’t know how to find Cas or how to even begin looking, but he’s Dean Fucking Winchester so he marches forward. He spends a minute, or maybe an eternity, looking, running, hoping his brain doesn’t melt out his fucking ears before he catches a glimpse, a half-formed note of a familiar noise, and then--

         Everything shifts. He tumbles down through flashes of memory like Alice down the hole to Wonderland, flashes of angel wings burned into a field and Lucifer’s burning red eyes, and Dean thinks he spends time there calling Cas’ name, but he can’t say for sure. There’s a house, then, and Cas-- no, it’s Jimmy, the lines of his face are softer, and something’s circling.

         Something enormous and bright, something that, much like the Empty, Dean can’t comprehend. He sees it in dizzying half-glimpses, churning grace and twisting animal heads and gleaming ink-dark feathers.

         It’s Cas. He knows it. Knows it deep in his soul and his fucking bones.

         Dean will never be able to explain how he reaches out and grabs that celestial entity, skyscraper-massive and millions of years old, but he does it. He grabs Cas like he’s an errant puppy, tangles his fingers in what might be a feathered wing or a zebra’s mane or a spinning wheel or maybe all of them at once, and yanks.

         And proceeds to bounce right off the bunker’s warding -- maybe he’s a little bit other than Dean with the ring on, different enough that his energy signature’s changed -- and into the gravel and trees outside. He thinks his eyes might be bleeding from those tiny glimpses of true form, knows his impact into a tree scraped him up, but it’s nothing compared to the agonizing jolt of relief (he did it) and fear (oh fuck what if he did it wrong) he feels when he sees Cas sprawled out on the bunker’s winding driveway.

         “Cas.” It comes out a whisper, a croak, because what if he did something wrong, what if he brought back an empty shell like Mary was, what if Cas wanted to stay in the Empty. “Fuck, Cas--”

         Dean scrambles, dropping to his knees beside Cas’ prone form, curling a hand underneath the lax curve of his neck to lift his head, the other hand on a too-still shoulder, shaking him. “C’mon, come on, wake the fuck up.” The words want to be an authoritative bark; they come out far too wobbly for that. “You have to be alright or I’ll kill you myself for pulling that shit, Cas.”

[devildomdrabbles]

[fic] Where you don’t see

tw; suicide

Word Count: 1681

Summary: The humans were forced to return from the Devildom, but when they can’t go back, what can Sen do?

Companion fic to this.

“On sunny days I go out walking / I end up on a tree-lined street / I look up at the gaps of sunlight / I miss you more than anything” - “Francis Forever” by Mitski

It had been three years since Yen and Sen had moved in together following their return from the Devildom. Yen was in bed for half of that time, blanket flung around her as she recuperated from all she had experienced in the final few days leading up to their departure. Sen tried her best to comfort the girl as she woke up screaming in the night, clinging to Sen and the blankets in a nervous frenzy.

“When?” Yen asked one night as Sen hugged her to calm her down.

“Soon, I hope,” was all Sen could reply with. She brushed the girl’s messy hair, and held it up in the moonlight. “Do you want to get a haircut soon? I think we both could use it.”

Yen hugged Sen more tightly, burying her face into Sen’s shoulder. “Okay.”

Sen tried to smile, but couldn’t, so she just nodded so Yen could understand that the girl heard her.

When the day Jin Le and Elizabeth arrived at Sen’s house, neither she nor the rest of the former human exchange students could predict would happen next. The words that came out of Elizabeth’s mouth had stunned them all into silence.

“…Are you…are you serious?” Reese had asked, dropping onto the couch heavily. He could only stare at Elizabeth crying over the sack of marbles she had pulled from Usako’s bag.

“Y-Yeah…you’re kidding, right?” Horizon said. Her hands had curled up into fists, and her shoulders were shaking.

“You’re lying!” Lia yelled, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her hands went up to her head as she bent forward, shutting her eyes tightly. “This is all a joke…seriously…I hate this joke…”

Usako held the pillow Belphie had given her tightly. She looked at its spotted pattern and ran her fingers over the softness of it. Then this meant…she would never see him again? Her eyes stung. She hated this. She hated all of this. She lifted her head up and tried to smile to hide the tears, but then she let out an exhale and went to flop down next to Reese. She buried her face into the pillow. She wasn’t crying if nobody could see tears coming out.

Bern burst into tears, her hands shaking as she held her phone. Was this why her D.D.D. never rang with Levi’s messages for raids? Was this why she hadn’t heard from him in over three years? She let out loud sobs and fell to her knees.

Sen could only stand in stunned silence, saying nothing. There was a loud shatter, and Sen turned around, seeing Yen in the doorway of the kitchen. Her glass of tea had fallen from her hands. Her eyes were wide in grief and anguish. In the next moment she fell.

The next few days passed in a blur for Sen. They had gotten Yen into her bedroom and laid her down, checking to make sure she was okay. The rest talked in the living room, crying and screaming. Sen tried her hardest to talk it through with everybody, to console them, and to hug it out with them. One by one, everybody left to return home, feeling empty. Sen tried her best to make sure they would be okay.

Several weeks passed. Yen had returned to holing herself in her room and laying on her bed, nearly catatonic with the news. Sen tried to talk to her and get her to eat, but Yen barely got out of bed. She barely responded. Sometimes when she did she snapped at Sen, but quickly apologized. Sen nodded, and stroked her back to calm her down. If the people around Sen looked closely at her, they could see the bags forming under her eyes that she tried to hide with makeup, and the red eyes and drooping shoulders she had as she had sat in her room at nights alone, crying to no one but herself.

One day, Sen’s phone pinged with a message from Yen. It was a long message, but it immediately made Sen’s neck prickle with fear.

“Sen, thank you for everything. I’m sorry for getting mad at you when you tried to help me, but I know you were trying to help. You are a good person, and I hope you’ll be okay. I’m sorry, but I tried. It hurts too much, though. I’m really sorry. Please take care.”

Sen messaged back frantically.

“Yen? Yen?? Where are you? Are you okay? Don’t do anything, Yen, okay? Let’s get bubble tea and talk”

She never got a message back.

The news came that night that Yen had been found at the foot of a building.

Sen buried her at the end of the week, with the rest of the human exchange students in attendance. Yen’s parents weren’t there as Sen knew she wouldn’t have wanted them to be.

One night as Sen sat on her bed, tired eyes staring at the wall, she leaned to the side grabbing the letter Barbatos had given them. She looked everywhere on the letter for a sign that, maybe, they could open it and return to the Devildom. She went through the daylight hours hoping that one of the other students would message their group chat, saying “We can open it!” She hoped, and she hoped every day until the hope became like breathing, and she stopped noticing it.

Sen held up the letter Yen was given. Yen had torn it on the last night, desperation evident in the shredded edges. The letter was damaged beyond repair, and Sen could barely make out Diavolo’s scribbled signature, faded now.

She opened her messages to Beel on her D.D.D. She began to write out a message, the first since everybody had gotten news that Julia had sealed the Devildom off. “Hey, Beel, I…” she started to write, before she stopped. She scrolled up past three years’ worth of messages.

“Hey, Beel! Are you well? I hope this is reaching you. I can’t really tell, to be honest, but I hope so. Did you finish the cookies I made?”

“I had a rough day today. I hope you’re doing better. I really miss you. I wish you were here…”

“Happy birthday, Beel! I hope you and Belphie had a good birthday today!”

Her eyes started to water. Beel would never get these messages. She hoped, she had hoped, she continued to hope, but what can she do now? She could never hear him again or see him again.

The next few years Sen could barely remember. Sometimes, in the kitchen, she’d be cooking and hear Yen’s voice. She’d turn, excited to see Yen’s bright smiling face, but would be greeted by the white walls of her kitchen and silence. Other times she’d read and smell a familiar scent of cinnamon, and would turn expecting to see bright purple eyes watching her, but she’d see nothing.

The other humans were going off and doing their own things, and they all kept in touch. Every year for Yen’s birthday they would hold a toast for her and drink and laugh and catch up. Sen herself finally got her work published to critical acclaim, and she laughed during an interview on how most of it was a culmination of her self-guilt and trauma (because it was most certainly true).

At the hair salon a few weeks after her publication, Sen sat down quietly and allowed the hairdresser to cut her hair. When she looked up at the mirror again, her long hair was gone, now shortened to her neck. She ran her fingers through her hair, having had it this short since she was a child. When she walked out she took a picture and sent it to the group chat, and everybody exploded with praises and comments.

Usako: “I love your new look! (っ˘ω˘ς )”

Reese: “Short hair looks great on you!”

Lia and Hori threw various heart and joy emojis at her.

Bern was busy taking college exams but Sen would get a call from her later that night with Bern and her chatting excitedly on the joys of short hair.

Sen moved to send a picture to Beel, but remembered that he would never get her messages. She put the D.D.D. back in her bag.

On her way back home she bought a cheeseburger and sat in on a bench and ate it silently. The sun was going down, and the sky was lit a fiery red. It reminded her of his hair. She thought about the USB she gave him, and she hoped that he and the brothers would smile at all the pictures she took back then. She had taken a lot. She took better pictures now, but she really liked the ones she had taken of them back then. She had given all the humans copies of the same photos she gave to the brothers on the USB stick years ago, and sometimes Reese would message the group chat with a “Hey guys, you remember this? LOOK AT LUCIFER!”

As she took another bite of her cheeseburger she started to cry a bit. She wiped the tears, and bit down on the cheeseburger again with more determination. When she looked back up at the lake in front of her, she thought she saw the familiar red of his hair. She blinked and it was gone.

She finished the cheeseburger and stood up, tossing the trash and placing her hands in her jacket. It was similar to the one Beel had; she had tried to find one that reminded her of him.

Another few years passed, and one day on the train someone sat next to her. “Hey,” he said, his voice sounding roughly familiar. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked, smiling. Sen looked up quickly, expecting to see Beel.

She saw someone else instead. But he smelled similar. Her heart ached. Nothing would dull the lament. But Sen walked forward. She had to keep going forward and move on.

“I don’t mind,” she responded with a friendly, albeit slightly sad smile.

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Sloth in Soho-Ch. 1

Welp. Guess I’m reviving this blog to post a Good Omens fan fic that I wrote while I wait for AO3 to let me in.  Here we gooooo.

~Hel.

Crowley, as a demon living on earth, was very familiar with sin. In fact, he considered himself an expert in all seven of the cardinal ones, having indulged in each and everyone over his eternal life. Sometimes daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. Hell, hourly when he was having particularly strong streak of indulgence and wickedness.

Pride was perhaps his number one go to. Oh, he wasn’t exactly proud of being a demon. There was something about the role that always seemed to fit poorly, like he had walked into a boutique and picked out a good quality Halloween costume instead of an actual outfit. No, his pride was centered on his cleverness and good looks. He fancied himself one of the more intelligent demons from the pit and he always kept his appearance in top shape, never giving over to the warts and blemishes of his counterparts. Perhaps if he had spent more time ‘in the office’ he’d let himself go but, as it were, he didn’t have to worry about that much anymore.Wrath was another one he was pretty adept at. He had been simmering with anger for well over six thousand years. Anger at the Almighty for tossing him aside, anger at Lucifer for being so well spoken and appealing to his rather curious and rebellious nature, anger at his former ‘friends’ for turning their back when he Fell, anger at his fellow demons for being such a sorry, pathetic lot, anger at himself for not leaving well enough alone. He was careful with his Wrath, almost afraid of it. There were those that didn’t deserve his anger, after all, and he was never one for letting something so deeply personal wound those around him. Better to direct it at the foliage and piss people off with inconveniences so they could feel a fraction of what he felt daily. He related Envy directly back to his Wrath. He could taste the want on his forked tongue before he fell into a particularly bad fit. He envied the heavenly hosts and their clean lines and nicely coiffed visages. They had never tasted sulfur or had to wrestle with their own, personal beasts taking a very physical form. He envied humans and their ability to flit about doing as the pleased, even when they felt they had no control at all. He envied even his fellow demons for how easily they abandoned their past selves and threw themselves into their roles. Wrath and Envy, feeding each other constantly in never ending supply. Much like the former, Gluttony and Greed held on to each other tightly. Greed spurred him to have things. He didn’t need a flat or plants or a fancy car or expensive clothing and accessories...yet he had all of these things and, even as he considered himself a minimalist, he always had an eye out for new souvenirs. He wanted what others had on earth, a home and the things that came with it but he never felt like it was enough. There was always something more he needed. A void that he was always trying to fill. Lust. Lust was nice. Lust felt harmless and felt good. One could lust after something or someone and never need possess it. He lusted often. Sometimes he’d indulge. A pretty face with a prettier smile could destroy him, leaving him weak in the knees. A few whispered words and a smile of his own and he could indulge in not only his own lust but others as well. Sure, sometimes a husband or wife would be hurt or a career ruined but it seemed so small and surmountable. Harmless, in the great scheme of things, and a good side note in a memo back to the office. Well, when he had to send memos to offices. He didn’t really do that anymore, though he still kept notes in case things went tits up. Now, Sloth. Sloth was his all time favorite. Sloth was easy. He could do nothing for years and, if ever called out on it, he need only say he was practicing or coax the mortals in his surrounding area to follow his lead then all was fine again. He had slept a century away, once, letting his aura spread out like the blankets he had nestled under. When he woke up he had found the quaint neighborhood he had taken up in had grown to be rather materially wealthy with unscrupulous souls who were growing fat off the hard work and pain of others while they, themselves, did nothing. Head office had loved it. A true long came. He had gotten a certificate of commendation with Lucifer’s signature and everything. It was currently packed away in the bottom of one of the few boxes he was stacking near the front door of his flat. Head office didn’t call on him anymore. He had been fired which...well. It didn’t mean much, really. He was still a demon with demonic vices only, now, he could perform and tempt and create mischief in ways the pleased him instead of some great Beast with a fancy signature. The only downside was that severance package: a constant sense of paranoia and dread coupled with a feeling that he should change things up a little. He had decided to move a few weeks after he did his part in averting apocalypse. His sparse, brutalist inspired flat no longer seemed fitting for his new lease on life. Its concrete walls reminded him too much of the hallways of Hell and what use was that, anymore? He toyed with the idea of using his talents to redecorate but, even with his limited imagination, he found it hard to see the space differently than it was. Better to start fresh in a new location and let the place itself inspire who he wanted to be. That his new flat happened to be in Soho was brilliant stroke of luck that he tried not to think too hard about. Soho was a sought out neighborhood, after all. People could end up on waiting lists a hundred names deep for a decent one bedroom flat without a kitchen. Anything beyond that was snapped up before the ink could dry in the classifieds section of the paper. That not only a flat but an all out house with a driveway had opened up and was available around the time he started looking was nothing short of unlikely. That it was not even a five minute walk from a certain book shop in an area that he was sure sported very few houses was miraculous. He didn’t question it out loud. He had only made arrangements, paid not only a deposit but his first years rent in advance, and told Aziraphale of his great luck when they had met for dinner that night. Aziraphale had looked guileless. Truly astounded. What good news, Crowley! Surely that meant he’d visit more often? Perhaps they could have lunch more often! Daily, even! Crowley pretended to not notice that the angel seemed smug. He was good at noticing these things. He was better at ignoring them. He was very good at ignoring a lot of things about Aziraphael, none of which were worth recounting because acknowledging was exactly the opposite of ignoring. He wasn’t sure which vice steadfastly ignoring something fell under. Perhaps Sloth? Yes. That seemed to fit well enough. Even thinking of his favorite sin made his eyes itch with sleep. Well, he had been packing for a few days straight. Even before that he had been avoiding indulging himself for over a week. Unlike most demons, Crowley could dream. He quite liked it, most times, as they were usually just ideal reflections of his everyday life. A particularly well executed plan, a smooth temptation, a green house all of his own, a good evening spent in angelic company…. His last nap had been...tumultuous. The images were jumbled and reflected memories and...and his own unconscious imaginings. It was a nightmare, something a demon should be unfazed by. Yet it had stuck with him. It was a coincidence that he had decided that a change of scenery was needed the next day. He was shaken from his thoughts by the buzzer of his flat notifying him of the arrival of the movers. Great. Good. Late but, hey, who was he to pitch a fuss about it? He was a demon, after all. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aziraphale, angelic principality, was a common sight in Soho. Most paid him no mind. He and his shop were simply a fixture of the neighborhood. That both seemed to never age or go anywhere were an afterthought, barely retained once they recognized him. Still, when people did grasp onto his presence, they usually noted a book or a take away bag tucked under his arm as he fussed about. The probably explained the occasional curious look he was getting as, instead of either of those items, he had a potted plant tucked under his arm. He was quite proud of it. A succulent with a dark top and golden undersides that reminded him of Crowley perfectly. A fantastic house warming present! He hoped. Luckily, hope was something he had in abundance. There was perhaps the tiniest bit of a spring in his step as he by-passed his shop, heading to his dearest friends new abode. Crowley had been in his neighborhood entire day now and he hadn’t been over for some tea! Nevermind the demon had warned him to stay away for at least twenty-four hours as he moved in and decorated to his liking. Aziraphale had offered to help, of course. A celestial being and demonic one working miracles together was certain to make the work go faster than one on their own! Crowley had politely declined. Well, politely for Crowley. Aziraphale had followed his instructions to the letter and he was anything if not punctual. Even his diversion to the garden center had been planned to leave him just the right amount of time to make the trek, on foot, to his best friends house. He beamed brightly at the home as he approached, feeling a tiny bit proud of himself. The owners, a sweet elderly couple that had stuck together through thick and thin, had quite suddenly come into a bit of a windfall in the form of a winning lottery scratch ticket and decided to retire to villa in Spain as they had always dreamed of doing. The only reason they had decided to not sell the home out right to some enterprising developer was because of the need to have a source of extra income. A good, well deserved stroke of fortune for some truly decent and loving people. That Crowley had been planning on relocating and that it was just so close to his shop was a coincidence. Mostly. He may have worked a little miracle on the lottery ticket and, perhaps, mentioned how the home would probably be torn down when sold in a passing conversation with the couple...but that was it! ...well, aside from inspiring the garden to bloom a bit brighter just in case Crowley did decide to look into it. Which he had. He opened the gate to the front path with barely contained excitement. It screeched loudly on rusted hinges, causing him to wince. Oh. Oh that wouldn’t do at all! A flick of his hand and the screeching stopped, the hinges suddenly well oiled. That done he made his way to the front door, noting that the plants in the flower bed seemed to be in need of a good watering. Hm. Crowley must not be quite settled yet...or he was hesitant to scream at his flower beds in broad daylight in front of a busy street. Still contemplating the state of the garden he distractdly knocked on the door, a soft sound that barely reached his own ears. Somehow, Crowley always heard his tentative knocking. Except this time he was left waiting. He shifted the plant in his arms, making it more obviously seen for when Crowley opened the door. He waited. Then, after a brief moment of anxious hesitation, knocked again. Louder. Perhaps the acoustics of the demons former flat allowed for his knocks to carry differently than this house. This time there was some movement from...somewhere. Upstairs if he had to hazard a guess. He supposed he could reach out, touch Crowley’s aura, and simultaneously know the demons position and notify him of his presence but they tended to leave that for more urgent circumstances. Brushing each other aura’s and tracking one another was...well, it felt invasive. Neither of them were a fan, though Aziraphale often wondered if Crowley’s ability to appear where he happened to be was the result of him ‘checking in’ more often than he let on. He never asked about it. Aziraphale’s brow was pinched in confusion. Still no answer. He was debating whether he should knock again, reach out with his energy, or just walk straight through the door when the latter suddenly just...swung open. “Ah! I was beginning to-” He stopped and peered into the home. It seemed dark for a sunny afternoon. As far as he could tell everything had been unpacked and Crowleys possessions were now adorning the interior but...it felt off. Well, a door opening with no one behind it, as it had, would feel off. Aziraphale hesitated at the threshold. He was not one for horror movies but he did indulge, from time to time, in written works of macabre and dreadful. It was a bit of a morbid fascination of his and horror did offer some fantastic insights into the heart of man and the fears that plagued them. It was research, he told himself. .This was like one of those penny dreadfuls. A door opening on its own, inviting an unwitting guest to indulge their curiosity. Only...Aziraphale knew the nature of beasts that lurked in the shadows, this one being particularly familiar. Once again he considered reaching out but...what if this was a game? Would he be runing some surprise of Crowleys if he started prodding? If his hands hadn’t been occupied by the potted succulent he would have wrung them. Everything felt strange. He was deeply attuned to the emotions of others but Crowley always had a firm wall in place. It would develop a fissure from time to time, such as when doomsday was bearing down upon them, and Aziraphael could feel the fear and desperation in the demons being. Since, though, the wall had gone back up and Crowley had gotten back to being Crowley albeit without infernal direction. There was a tidal wave of emotions being held in just beyond that door way. A floodgate waiting to spill out into the surrounding area. Aziraphale could pick no dominant emotion, rather it was like everything was being felt all at once, all the time. The longer he tried to tune in to it the more his stomach churned. Right. Something needed to be done. He needed to cross into the unknown. His feet stayed rooted in place. Oh. He was afraid. What if this was an unwelcome intrusion? A moment more of hesitation and he straightened his already impeccable posture further. He was the guardian of the east gate! A Rogue Angel! A bookshop keeper that was regularly cussed out by humans! He could handle a little unknown evil! With that in mind he took a breath...and crossed the threshold. The door swung shut behind him.

[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

Chuck’s Plan (Part Four)

Description: You were brought back for a reason. Save Dean, help the Winchesters. The way you were brought back was something no one ever thought would happen.

POV: Female Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester,  Reader, Castiel, Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Michael!Dean

Relationships: None (I honestly don’t know if this fic will even have a relationship tbh, it may just be strictly platonic.)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Explicit Language.

Word Count: 1393

A/N: Again, this based off AFTER SEASON 13! If you don’t want spoilers, please don’t read this! I’m pretty excited to see where this series will go, please give feedback!

A/N 2: Holy shit it’s back. Dun, dun, dun, dun. Jokes aside on me abandoning this for awhile, I’m loosely basing this off what is happening in season 14. So, of course, there are spoilers. Don’t come at me about spoilers when I’ve said multiple times there are spoilers.

This is also unbeta’d. All mistakes and how terrible this is is all on me. lol

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

It was weeks before you had a lead on Michael.

Duluth, Minnesota. A pile of bodies with burned out eyes were found. You knew it was a trap. There was no way Michael wouldn’t dispose of bodies that way if he wasn’t trying to lure Sam in.

You rumbled in protest, “I don’t trust this Sam.” You paced around his bedroom as he packed a few things, “Especially since you won’t let me go.”

Sam shoved a shirt into his duffel, exasperated, “Y/N,” he rubbed his hand over his bearded chin, “I know. It probably is, but this is a chance for me to gain some sort of information. See Michael, make sure Dean is at least still in there.”

You plopped onto the edge of his bed with crossed arms, “Michael probably won’t know what I am, like Cas didn’t.” You looked at him with slightly pouted lips, “It could be safe for me to go.”

He chuckled, “No offense to Cas, but Michael is a bit more powerful and a bit smarter. Just because you’re something new, that doesn’t mean he won’t figure out what you are.” He zipped up his duffel and stood in front of you, “It’s safer this way. Please.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine Sammy,” you stood up from the bed and pointed at him, “But, if anything goes a wrong, even slightly, pray to me, call me. I don’t care. Get me there to help.”

He nodded, slight hope glimmering in the blue-green oasis of his eyes, “I will.”

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You watched the taillights of the impala fade down the tunnel from the bunker’s garage. You closed the door with strings of grumbles, upset you were stuck on babysitting duty with Cas.

You wanted to help. You wanted to get Dean back, but Sam wanted to play things safe at first. Which is understandable, it is his brother’s life that’s on the line.

But you had the power to defeat Michael and get Dean back. You just needed another vessel.

As you walked back towards the library you thought over the fight you had with Sam and Cas.

“Nick!” You shot up from the wooden chair you were lounging in as it squeaked in protest, trying to find a way to go with Sam to get Dean back. “We can use Nick as Michael’s vessel.”

Sam barked, “No.” While Cas began to agree with you.

You both turned towards Sam. “Wha-,” you said in unison.

“I-it’s not his fault,” Sam looked down to the floor briefly, “Nick was housing. You know, he deserves a shot at rebuilding his life.”

Cas retorted, “And yet everytime I look at him, all I can see is the supreme agent of evil.” You nodded in agreement.

“Nick deserves a chance.” Sam stared you both down, sending slight shivers down your spine from his intensity, “He was a vessel. He didn’t do what Lucifer did.”

You rolled your eyes, “But, he said yes, fully knowing who he was saying yes to.”

Sam glared at you, “He deserves a chance.”

You turned on your heel and walked towards your bedroom. “Fine, whatever. But, I don’t like this plan. Not one bit,” you called over your shoulder.

You walked past the library, Cas and Jack were talking. You felt bad for Jack. Having the powers that you have now, you couldn’t imagine losing them. Especially to a family member, someone who is supposed to love you.

You stumbled through the bunker, anxiety settling deep within your stomach, creating a large pit inside you. You didn’t like anything that was happening, at all.

You stopped in front of Dean’s bedroom door, sadness pooling in your heart as you looked at the worn door. You opened it hesitantly, almost afraid that Dean could somehow be in there. You smirked as the door swung open, distant memories of Dean yelling at you to knock flitted through your mind.

You walked in slowly, taking in his room, still untouched since he was here weeks ago. Guns nailed to the walls, his neatly made bed, the iPod and headphones thrown onto the comforter, miscellaneous office supplies lined his desk, and a few family photos were propped against the lamp and wall.

You smiled as you picked up the newest photo. It was before Dean had said yes, before you had rescued Mary and the hunters from the other world.

You all were gathered around the map table, the table casting a soft yellow glow on all of your smiling faces. Jack sat at the head of the table, Sam and Cas were sitting on either side of him. Your arms were draped over Jack’s shoulders, protecting, at the time, the most powerful person in the room. Dean stood beside you, behind his brother.

You rubbed your fingers over the new, glossy photo as you reminisced from that day.

“C’mon Dean!” You shouted, giggling at the eldest Winchester’s incapabilities with technology. You looked over towards Sam, a smile was spread wide across his face. You had been giving Dean shit for the last 10 minutes about how long it was taking him to set up a timed photo on his phone. No one had the motivation to help him though, it was amusing to watch him figure it out himself.

Dean grumbled, something about how the ‘technology inclined people should be doing this.’ You giggled when Dean erupted with joy, “Aye! I got it!” He set his phone down on the makeshift tripod you all had made. He snuck a peak behind him towards you all, “Everyone ready?”

Everyone chuckled as you piped up, “We’ve been ready for 10 minutes Winchester.”

He shot you a dirty look before he hit the camera button. He darted around the table, sliding into place behind his brother as you all smiled for the photo.

When the picture was taken, you skipped towards Dean’s phone, taking a peak of the photo. You giggled as Dean came and looked over your shoulder. “Team Free Will 2.0,” he mused.

You handed him his phone as he continued to look at the picture, “Team Free Will 2.0.”

Even during that shitty time of trying to find and rescue Mary, trying to figure out what you would do with Lucifer, you all looked so happy. At ease from being together and being able to let go, for that one second.

“I wonder when he printed this out,” you mused to yourself. You flipped the photo over, noticing Dean’s signature handwriting on the back. Team Free Will 2.0, Family. 2017. You placed the picture back into its original spot with a sad smile as you continued to wander around his room.

You sat on his bed and slid up the brown cotton to sit against the headboard as you grabbed for his iPod and headphones. You slid the ear pieces over your ears and hit play. Led Zeppelin’s, Dazed and Confused started playing. You smiled at your shared love for classic rock as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall.

You didn’t know how much time passed, you were so immersed in the music, trying to connect with Dean when Sam’s voice flooded your thoughts, “Y/N. I need you. Quick.”

Your eyes shot open as you ripped the headphones off and threw them onto the bed. Signaling in on Sam’s location, you unfurled your wings and got to the abandoned church in no time. Mary and Bobby were standing in your way as you could hear Sam murmuring something, “Guys.” Mary and Bobby turned around, “What’s go-.”

You stopped mid sentence, eyes wide as you looked at Sam knelt by Dean. Dean looked weak, supporting himself against an old, worn beam in the abandoned church. Tears welled in your eyes, “Dean?”

His reaction, the same as yours as a tear escaped his lower lid. “Y/N?” He choked out.

You ran towards him and kneeled, wiping the tear from his face, “It’s me Dean.” You looked towards Sam, beaming, “It’s really him.” You focused back towards Dean, his olive eyes pooling with tears as they watched you closely, almost like you would disappear. “Michael is gone.”

Dean shook his head, “I-I don’t know why he left…”

You smiled, “We’ll figure it out Dean. In the meantime, let’s get you home.”

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