#Amaimon x Reader

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Amaimon and The Exorcist 4

So, I'm going to write two versions of a Lewin x reader fic, one a bit more sensual but SFW, and the other more comical. They should be out by Monday. - If you have any Blue Exorcist requests, feel free to send them my way. Male character x fem reader.

“He’s becoming attached to you. You need to nip it in the bud now.” Seti warns, jumping onto your bed. You turn your back to him, annoyed. “I’m exhausted; I know you are too. Let’s just sleep. It can wait until tomorrow.” You complain, moving to the side of the bed to leave the fox a bit of space. It’s too early to fall asleep, but you're exhausted after being woken so early. You don’t want to wait another few hours.

“Every minute you take brushing it off, he’ll grow more attached. Call Mephisto.”

“You’re exaggerating; I’ll call him tomorrow.”

“_____.” Seti warns, but you’re too exhausted. “Come on, Seti, let’s just go to sleep. I promise it’ll be fine until tomorrow.”

You’re jolted awake the next day by a knock at the door. Checking the time, you see it’s just before seven. With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed. Though you’ve managed to get twelve hours of sleep, you still feel utterly exhausted. As you enter the living room to answer the door, something interesting catches your eye on the sofa. You take a couple of steps back. “Hey, hot Seti is back," you remark. Seti snarls at you in response. “Shut up, idiot.” Your fox familiar is perched on the sofa, appearing as a man with tanned skin and shaggy blond hair that matches the large fox ears atop his head. You know there’s a fluffy fox tail behind him as well. He’s dressed in an old t-shirt and your oversized basketball shorts. “Are those my clothes?”

“Would you rather I walk around naked?”

“Why are you even like this?” You motion to his form.

“You’re about to see—it’s your boyfriend at the door.” Just then, there’s another knock as Seti speaks. You nod and open the door. “Amaimon, could you please wait until at least nine before coming over?” You stifle a yawn.

Amaimon doesn’t even respond to you; his attention is instantly on the fox sitting on your sofa. A terrifying snarl appears on his face at the sight of Seti. “Amaimon?” You question nervously.

Seti rolls his eyes at the king’s reaction. “I told you, idiot.” Your gaze shifts from Amaimon to Seti; Seti remains relaxed on the sofa despite the angry Earth King. “Kill me, and you’ll never have a chance with her,” he comments casually, scrolling through various movie options on the TV. “He’s too attached _____.”

“Uh, Amaimon, please calm down. Seti is like my brother.”

“I feel more like a parent since I always have to look after you. You behave like an annoying teenager who won’t listen.” You frown at the fox. “I’m not a teenager.”

“Then stop acting like one. Amaimon, _____ is weak; she isn’t worth the trouble. Just leave and find someone who is worth your time.” He glanced back at Amaimon over his shoulder. “I promise you, she’s not worth it.”

As you begin to speak, a piercing glare from Seti silences you. I can’t believe he said that. While he isn’t wrong—compared to Amaimon, you’re extremely weak. You can’t even dream of being on his level, as that would be pointless. But did he really have to express it that way?

Amaimon pauses, his anger fading as he turns to meet you with a strangely blank stare. “You’re weak?” you frown and nod. “Compared to you? Absolutely.”

He tilts his head, appearing to contemplate the situation, and you brace yourself for his departure, thinking that a demon king like him wouldn’t be interested in someone so much weaker. You suppress the sting of disappointment—not because you’re necessarily falling for him, but because the notion that someone might discard you for lacking power is genuinely painful.

Seti turns on the sofa, propping his head on his hand against the backrest, prepared to watch the demon king depart.

Both of you wait calmly, though you feel a slight worry that he might decide to kill you just for being weak.

He speaks in an emotionless tone. “You’re weak, so you need someone to protect you.”

“...Huh?"

Seti narrows his eyes. "That’s what I’m here for, King of Earth.”

Amaimon blinks, his face remaining expressionless. "But I’m her boyfriend, so it should be my responsibility to protect her, right?”

Your head snaps to Seti, but he appears just as shocked as you. He recovers more quickly than you do.  He glares at you. “This is what happens when you ignore me, idiot.” He then snaps something in his long-forgotten native language. Although you can't understand his words, you are sure he's saying something regarding how stupid you are. Possibly worse going off his expression.

Seti stands up and quickly makes his way toward the front door. “Uh, Seti, where are you going?”

“He hasn’t even been here five minutes, and I’ve already got a headache.” He then addresses Amaimon. “You want to be the weak human’s boyfriend? Be my guest.” Then the asshole walks out the open door.

In disbelief, you shift your gaze from the door Seti exited to Amaimon, then back again. That asshole. How could he insult you like that and then abandon you alone with the demon king?

“______, kiss me.”

“At least take me on a date first, damn.”

“…okay. Where?”

“…I don’t know.”

“So, you can kiss me until you think of something?”

“You know what? Sure. Let me go brush my teeth and change my clothes.”

You quickly step into the bathroom to brush your teeth and make yourself look a bit more put together. You wash your face, brush your hair, and take care of a couple of other tasks to feel more presentable. Finishing up in the bathroom, you head to your bedroom to get something comfortable.

Amaimon waits patiently for you in the living room. As you enter, he steps closer, but you raise your hand to push him back gently. “I’ve thought of something," you say. Amaimon frowns. "I want a kiss," Sensing that the demon king might become a bit of an asshole if he doesn’t get his way, you quickly press your lips against his cheek. “There you go,” you say, and as you pull away, your eyes widen. Gently, you lift your hand to brush against his left cheek. “Even a kiss on the cheek, huh?” A faint blush spreads across his face once again.  “I’m surprised by how sensitive your vessel is. How old is it?” Amaimon glances to the side like he’s trying to remember. “Nineteen or twenty, I think.” Your eyes widen at this new information, but then it makes sense. His body is essentially an eighteen-year-old virgin. “That’s why you’re so sensitive; you’ve never been touched in this vessel.” You share with him since he seems confused by the reaction.

“Does that mean you’ve never been touched?”

“Huh?”

A clawed finger pokes your cheek. “You are blushing, too.”

Seti was right when he said he’s more like a parent than a brother to you. When you first came to True Cross, you were initially excited about the freedom it offered. However, you quickly realized there was no freedom to be had; Seti was much stricter than your parents. You rarely had time to spend with friends, let alone a boyfriend. It wasn’t until the last couple of years that he eased up enough for you to have a social life. Unfortunately, thanks to him, you became too socially awkward to start being social. So yes, you’re in the same boat as Amaimon’s vessel.

“No, I’m not.” You deny; if you can’t see it, you can easily deny it.

“Really?”

You nod.

Amaimon steps forward and presses his lips against yours, reminiscent of last night. He kisses you with curiosity and intensity, his warm lips exploring yours. It's not a passionate kiss; instead, it feels like an investigation, as if he's trying to gauge your reactions through this simple act. As he pulls away, a rush of conflicting emotions washes over you. His touch lingers on your cheek for a moment before he steps back. 

"You're lying," Amaimon's tone is blunt. "Your body doesn't lie, _____." 

You try to keep your composure, crossing your arms defensively. "I'm not... affected by your kisses at all." 

Amaimon raises a brow. “We should test it."

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours once again. This time, the kiss lingers, a gentle pressure that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His touch is light as a feather against your skin, prompting you to close your eyes, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. When he pulls back slightly, his gaze remains locked on you, searching for any sign of your reaction.

"You're enjoying this," Amaimon bluntly states. 

You groan, pushing him away. “It would be weird if I didn’t enjoy kisses from my boyfriend.” 

Amaimon nods. “Yes. That’s true.” 

As he steps forward to draw you into another kiss, you extend your hand, halting him. “I thought I told you to at least take me on a date.”

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“Did you tell that damned earth king he can have ______?” Seti snarls, stepping into Mephisto’s office. 

The King of Time lifts his head, slightly surprised to see the humid fox. “Of course not. I simply instructed him to leave her alone after she finishes introducing him to the customs of Assiah during this time period, primarily in Japan. Much has changed since his last visit.” 

“So, tell me why he’s claimed her as his.”  

“He what?”  

“Amaimon bluntly stated, ‘_____ is my girlfriend,’ and added, ‘Big Brother said I can have you.’”  

“Well, as long as Miss ____ turned him down, it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“She didn’t.”  

Mephisto’s eyes widened. “Oh dear, and why wouldn’t Miss ____ turn him down? It’s odd she accepted; you didn’t warn her otherwise?” 

“Someone told her Amaimon has a short attention span and that he’ll move on within a few days.” 

Mephisto lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I didn’t instruct Miss _____ to agree to any requests he might make beyond learning about Assiah. My only request was for her to introduce him to the modern world. Knowing Amaimon, he will most likely get bored and move on within a month.” 

“You can’t be certain of that.” 

"Indeed, regrettably, Miss _____ has restricted herself to only two potential outcomes concerning her relationship with Amaimon. While we hope for the best, should he develop an obsession with her, we can only wish that she reciprocates his feelings. If not, this could lead to a toxic yandere dynamic."

Seti’s face twisted in disgust. "Must you use such ridiculous terms when discussing something so important?” 

Mephisto smirks. "Alright, let’s hope Amaimon doesn’t become a clingy, delusional, and manipulative sadist.”

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BLUE EXORCIST SMAU!

In which the AOEX men accidentally confess to you. (Pre-Relationship)

CHARACTERS: Rin, Yukio, Shima, Ryuji, Lewin, Arthur, Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer. GENDER: Femme

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART 7 OF 8: Lucifer

(Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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"Camera.. Check! Phone.. Check! Spare change of clothes.. Erm.."

Curtains half drawn over murky windows let light flood into the room, The early morning sun being not deterred by the soot dusting the window panes. It shone on the mess in the room, Shine rolling off ceramics and other illuminating surfaces.

Jars filled with demon bio-produce were piled up to the walls, Heavy-bound books of all sorts being just as tall. Clothes thrown everywhere, A mix of both hers and Lewins. All of it made for a gnarly sight and smell to come under.

But it was nothing compared to the current mess, If that was even possible. The old musty couch was strewn with more clothes than normal. TV still blaring some American cartoon as [F/N] paced back and forth between place to place.

She was somehow able to get around the place with relative ease. Opening up box after box stacked up top everywhere, Apartment still barely moved into.

"Heya.. You good there?" Lewin drawled as he watched [F/N] run back and forth to rummage through all the boxes in the room. Lewin himself was currently lazing upon the old burgundy couch, The one that had cushions torn and had been picked up on the side of the road by none other by the man himself.

[F/N] was almost foaming at the mouth, Even more so once she snapped her head over to him.

"Have you seen any of my clothes around here? I can't find the box with all my stuff in it- Ugh.." [F/N] winced once she drew her arm back out, A thick blue glow wrapped around it and hugging it tight with a slimy touch. A demon, And by the shape it took? No doubt a baby kraken.

Lewin, Ironically, Cracked a smile once he saw it.

"Oops, My bad!" He chuckled, Instantly raising a lazy hand to somehow shoo the demon away. "Linnaeus!"

And just as the demon had came, It had vanished at the summary of it's fatal verse. It seemed to writhe, Spasming and shaking before finally the grip around her loosened entirely. It fell, Hitting the floor as it's blue light started to flicker.

[F/N] looked at it's crumpled body, Disgust running through her features.

"Yeah, Keep your demons in their pens.. Damn it, Lew'.. This isn't the first time.." She scoffed, Pinching her brows with her now-free hand.

"Seriously.. You doin' good? I can see wrinkle lines appearing on your head." Lewin said, Gesturing to his own forehead hidden behind his mop of hair. She groaned, [F/N]'s eyes narrowing in on him.

"It's just.. I can't find my clothes and I need a separate pair in case these ones get ruined! Like I've already got my camera, A few notebooks.. Summoning papers, You know- But I still need my spare change and I can't find it for the life of me!" [F/N] exasperated, Sweat dusting her face.

"Don't you think you got enough?" Lewin said, Pointing over to the backpack sitting atop one of the heaps which so happened to be stuffed full of various items. All of which she listed, Including several other artefacts that seemed weird to where she'd be going.

"Not nearly! Since I wasn't able to go on the camping trip thing, I need to make sure I get everything right this time. It's gonna be a real big day for me!" [F/N] said as she turned back towards the boxes, Feverishly shifting through the contents once more.

Lewin grinned.

"Hah, You and me both.."

The True Cross Festival, The big day. Games, Dances, Fireworks, Food, Festivities. The event that every student in the school had been waiting for ever since they had been accepted into the institution.

Whispers of plans floated through the hallways, Excited chitters leading up to the day. God, [F/N] had been hearing it every second of the day just the week before. And now the big day was finally here.

For many it was a opportunity to ask out their crush due to the entry requirements, To others it was a time to relax and make memories. But to [F/N], It was a prime opportunity to investigate.

"Finally!" She grinned, Opening up another box to find all of her clothes packed neatly inside. Sweaters, Jeans and other types of accessories started to be yanked out of the box and into her arms.

Lewin watched as she piled another few pairs of clothing into her arms, Both for cold and hot weather and even another pair of underwear before hurriedly rushing over her bag and trying to stuff it all inside.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position on the old couch, Yawning lazily as he stretched.

"As I've said- You could really use to loose a few things in there, Ain't this suppose to be something you enjoy?" Lewin yawned once he finally stopped stretching, Staring at her from under his hair as she continued to try push the clothing into the overflowing bag.

"No- It's a way I can get more information about what's going down in there. Like the traitor and the blue night, The things we spoke about-" [F/N] said, Slightly wheezing as she tried to shove and shove everything down in there to no avail. Sweat gathering quicker on her face.

She tried once more, [F/N] pushing down the items on top.

All before she felt the arm of Lewin lightly tug at her wrist, Making her retract it quickly from her bag.

"Hey- What are you-"

"Oh yeah, Definetly overflowing.."

"Lewin- What are you doing?! Hey! Stop touching my stuff!"

"Keeping a few daggers in here? How'd you expect to get past security with all that?"

"Lewin stop it! It took ages to get everything in there! Stop it!"

"Okay, Maybe you can keep the summoning papers.."

"Thank you- HEY! That's my camera, Put it back! Put it back!"

"Aaaand, Ta-da!"

And just like that, The bag that [F/N] had so desperately tried to fill to the brim had depressed almost half it's weight before. Space now very much available inside, Only items spared being her general exorcism stuff and a few new things that Lewin had taken the liberty to throw in.

[F/N]'s jaw was as agape as her eyes, Staring into the new emptiness of her bag that Lewin had dared to meddle in.

"Lew'! Why the hell did you do that?! It took me ages to get everything in there, I need it all if I want to go snoop around in the school! You know, To help me get you evidence?!" [F/N] hissed as she placed her hands on her hips, Angrily staring up at Lewin who still had a lazy smile on his face.

He nodded, Scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, Yeah. And you've been working really hard to do that! I mean you've already helped lead me to one of the traitors, And trust me, I appreciate that a bunch.. But I think you need to calm down." Lewin said.

[F/N] frowned as she looked at him, Aghast in her eyes yet somehow still mellowing out. Just a few months ago he had specifically told her to do some digging, Now he was telling her to stop it?

[F/N] scoffed.

"But.. But wasn't this something you wanted me to do? You know, Investigate? You can't tell me to stop once I've got invested in it too!" [F/N] exclaimed, Stepping closer to him.

Ever since she had the meeting in Mephisto's office, [F/N] had became just as enthralled as Lewin was in the investigation. Ever since she had gotten that horrid feeling about him, [F/N] knew that she needed to dig in more.

Snooping around teachers rooms, Sifting through file cabinets not meant for her. She had already gotten information and passed it over to Lewin, So after all this work how could he just tell her not to go further?

Lewin sighed.

"But I also said that you should get some friends, And hey! You have with all those exwires! I'm just thinking that you spend this time bonding like you kids usually do." Lewin explained as he in turn stepped closer, The two of them now staring eye to eye.

"They're not my friends.. They're just my classmates.." [F/N] said, And even she knew it was a lie.

"Whatever you say, Ya' munchkin. Just go out and have fun, Forget about the investigation for a few hours and I promise I'll let you throw rocks at the traitor I'm about to catch later." Lewin promised, Playfully reaching out a hand with his pinkie stuck up.

[F/N] huffed, Almost about to comment on his childish behaviour before she brushed it off and wrapped a pinkie of her own around his.

"Whatever.. You better keep your promise though, I've been dying to throw rocks at someone for ages now." She pouted, Pinky finger still firmly wrapped around Lewin's own.

He grinned.

"Of course. You just go have fun, Buy me a souvenir and I'll come back and pick you up at ten, Afterwards we'll hit a burger joint and then I'll let you throw rocks at him. Sound good?" Lewin asked.

[F/N] smiled.

"Yeah.." She said, Trying not to show her grin as she shied her view away from him.

And just like that, The hand that Lewin had joined with [F/N]'s pulled her closer. And before [F/N] knew it his thick arms wrapped around her, Bringing her into a hug.

[F/N] was surprised, Muscles tensing up as she felt his head rest atop hers which was currently pushed into the side of his chest. Lewin had not often hugged her before, Never showed much affection other than playful little punches.

But here he was, Bringing her in without restraint. [F/N] barely even cared about his horrible stench, Not when a hand rested on the back of her head, Another on her back. And just maybe, She started to relax.

Only a little.

"Now go scamper outta here, You're gonna miss your bus!" Lewin laughed as he pulled away from her, The silence he had undertaken before now broken. [F/N] was still standing in slight shock, Eyes wide as she looked up at him.

She blinked, Snapping back into reality.

"R-Right!" [F/N] exclaimed, Finally catching eye of the clock on the far wall. [F/N] tried to gather her thoughts once she gathered her stuff, Grabbing her bag strap and tossing it over her shoulder.

"See you soon, Lew'!" [F/N] called out, Finally reaching the door and turning the knob as she stepped out. She waved goodbye to him and he waved back with a lazy smile, Watching as she sprinted out the door.

A yellow raincoat hanging untouched on the hanger by the door.

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"Hey, Guys! Over here!"

The sun was held bright in the sky, A beautiful sight with no clouds to be seen, Just pure cerulean blue.

The uproar of chatter was already in the air, Sounds of people frolicking around the newly made stalls was the only thing in earshot. Rich smells of meat sizzling and the saccharine scent of sugar was also the only thing you could smell, The festival already starting to gain traction.

"Is that [F/N]? I thought she said she wasn't coming?" Konekomaru said, Turning his head as he watched her run over to them, Smiling slightly at being proven wrong.

"Huh? Oh- I guess she changed her mind!"

The air was fresh, [F/N] could tell as it flew behind her as she pranced over to the group standing just outside the entrance to the festivities. Their figures instantly recognisable as she stuttered to a halt in front of them.

"[F/N]! Thought you said you weren't coming?" Shima exclaimed incredulously as he watched her keel over to catch a breath, Eyes wide as he looked her up and down in her sweater and jeans combo.

"Change of plans.. Turns out I can make it after all.." [F/N] wheezed as she wiped the sweat off of her brow, Lungs burning as she raised herself back up to meet the eyes of her group.

Shima, Bon and Konekomaru. The trio of her classmates stood there in their own outfits, Ready for the festival. [F/N] tried to give them the best smile she could, Trying not to make it look like she hadn't dressed like a slob compared to them.

Bon huffed, Folding his arms.

"Seriously? I thought you said that you were gonna study instead since, You know, You failed your last demonic pharmaceuticals test?" He said as he raised a brow, Looking her up and down with that all too familiar judgemental stare.

[F/N] scoffed.

"And miss all the fun? Yeah no, I came to my senses!" [F/N] laughed as she lightly punched Bon on the side of the arm, Who suppressed a smirk as he lightly shoved her back. [F/N] cackled as she stuck out her tongue at him.

Bon rolled his eyes.

"You still need to study!"

"You still need to shut the fuck up!"

"Calm down you two, You're gonna cause a scene!" Konekomaru said, Moving so he was a human-barrier between the two.

Shima shook his head, Dramatically tutting as he looked at the two.

"Yeah, Exactly! You're really killing the mood you know, How am I suppose to get with hot girls if you two are bickering the entire time in the background? I still need to find a girl to get with so I can go to the dance festival later!" Shima whined as he gestured to the crowds packed behind him, All already enjoying the activities of the festival.

"Erm, I'm a girl?" [F/N] said, Gesturing to herself.

"I said hot girls, [F/N]." Shima replied with an innocent smile.

"HEY!"

[F/N] threw an insult back at Shima, To which Shima gave a passive-aggressive response. They barely even noticed when they got dragged off into the festival, Bon groaning as he lugged both [F/N] and Shima along with him, Konekomaru trying his best to calm the two down.

Only snapped out of it once the blaring noise caught up with her, A light shove by Bon and the smell of enticing meats. Blinking once she realised she was surrounded by a crowd and hundreds of stalls that seemed to muddle on the horizon.

She gulped, Sweat running down her brow with a slight smile.

This was gonna be a long day.

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"Aw man.. Never thought I'd say this, But it's good to get away from all the noise.. Huh?"

The sky was dark, Coloured the deepest of ebony blues and starless with all the light below. Unlike the morning there was a noticeable chill in the air, Either due to the passing time or the new altitude which the two had reached.

That saccharine scent was still lingering in the air, Beautiful tastes of all the food she had eaten still on her tongue. It was all so overwhelming to her, Even now as she stared down at the lights of the stalls did she still feel a rush.

One thing to the next, Perpetual motion. [F/N] had moved from stall to stall, Done party game after party game, Went through every classes activity set up from the festival and had laughed and screamed all the same.

They had met with Rin at his food stall and laughed along with him, They had went through the horror house and had gotten a good laugh when she watched Shima get scared by Shiemi. Izumo too they had passed not even a few minutes ago, Still lingering close by.

They had also lost Bon and Konekomaru somewhere else in the crowd, Konekomaru most likely going to talk with his date and Bon could be just about anywhere. So now it was just Shima and her, After everything that happened..

Dizzying, [F/N] felt. She sipped on the straw of the chocolate shake and let the taste try to calm her, Still cold in her hands and dripping down moisture from the sides. It helped, If only a little bit.

"You could say that again.. I mean, How many girls did you try to ask out?" [F/N] said to Shima as she lightly strolled beside him, High above the stalls in the higher part of the city. Looking lightly over the stone balcony to all the chaos below.

"Ugh! I can't even count and I usually always make sure to remember all the pretty faces I talk to!" Shima exasperated as he dragged his feet alongside her, Seemingly just as worn out from the celebrations as she was.

[F/N] rolled her eyes, Continuing to slurp on her milkshake.

"Just how much stuff I bought on it's own..! You know, My master insisted on emptying my bag before I got here and I'm actually kinda glad he did, Otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry all this.." [F/N] sighed as she readjusted the heaving backpack weighing her down, All stuffed to the brim with all the merchandise she knew her and Lewin would like.

He had slipped his card into her backpack, Something she had found out when rummaging through it. He had trusted her enough to spend his money wisely, Or more accurately trusted her to spend as much of his six-figure salary as she possibly could.

[F/N] smiled, Quietly thanking Lewin under her breath.

"..You and Lightning close?"

"Where'd that come from?" [F/N] asked as she turned to Shima, Who seemed to look back at her with a much more curious expression under the nights sky. Shima just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno, I guess I'm just curious is all. Since you were already his apprentice before joining cram school or whatever, You two related or something?" Shima asked as they made their way towards the balcony, The one overlooking the sea of lights below and where the wind flowed openly.

[F/N] huffed as she continued to drink her milkshake, Leaning over on the stone railings to look out below.

"Not biologically, No. But you know that trope you see in movies? The dickhead older brother who always messes with your stuff and annoys you to high hell? Yeah, That's him." [F/N] said, Rolling her eyes with a slight smirk.

Shima smiled rather forlornly as he leaned over on the balcony like she did, Light reflecting in his eyes.

"Yeah, I get that." He laughed slightly.

"Ah, Okay. Cause of all your brothers, Right?" [F/N] asked as she drew her eyes off the crowds for only a moment, Just to see Shima stare right back off into it. He didn't smile, Just nodded slowly.

He didn't speak either, The smile drawn on [F/N]'s face starting to lessen at the sound of silence. Instead she just brought her eyes back over to the sea of lights, Looking at the crowds below enjoying the festivities.

[F/N] sipped on her milkshake, Tasting the chocolate on her tongue. She should have known that his brothers would've been something difficult to talk about, Ever since the trip to Kyoto she had known something was off.

Especially since the death of the eldest, [F/N] should've taken that as the first sign. She continued sipping on her milkshake, A sort of scratchiness starting to build up in her throat. Shima never really talked about his brothers, Not here nor there.

[F/N] continued to sip on her milkshake, The lights starting to become much more.. Bright. Her nose scrunched up as she turned her head up to meet Shima, Who now seemed to be looking back down at her.

He smiled, Almost awkwardly.

"..Shima, I don't feel so good." [F/N] told him as she finally removed the straw from her mouth, Looking at her milkshake with a sort of queasiness in her eyes. A lightness in her head, A new stutter when she tried to stand.

What was happening? Her fingers started to shake, The muscles much more relaxed than they were suppose to be as the milkshake fell to the floor and splattered across the rocks. She stumbled, [F/N] starting to see two of each in her vision.

Shima hummed, Watching her gait with an unconcerned gaze.

"That must be the Rophynol finally kicking in then." He replied casually as he watched her start to double over.

[F/N] raised her head weakly as she near doubled over, Stumbling back as she stared at him with wide eyes. What little gathered conscious she had left recalled that drug, As clear as day she knew what it was.

Rophynol, Otherwise known as the date-rape drug.

Causes symptoms of confusion, Dizziness, Drowsiness, Lack of coordination, Loss of motor control and slurred speech. Often used by scummy people to knock out an unwilling victim, Usually for the purpose of..

Oh,

Oh fuck.

"Get- Get.. Get away.. Away!" [F/N] tried to yell but it came out as a wheeze, Stumbling back, Almost tripping over on her own feet. It felt like the world was spinning around her, Shaking around like it was encased in a snow globe.

There was no one around to help her, Everyone was so enthralled by the entertainment below that no one dared to come up here. Everyone except her and Shima, No one else around to hear her pleads for help.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, Like a cornered animal ready to bite.

His was casual, Looking at her with some synthetic sympathy.

"Don't worry, It's not what you're thinking. I'm not that much of a creep! I slipped it into your shake when you weren't looking earlier, Sorry 'bout this but my boss said that I was to return with you unharmed so.. Had to get creative with how I got you and all!" Shima laughed as he scratched the back of his head, Smiling innocently as if nothing was wrong.

[F/N] wheezed.

What? What was he saying? Who was.. Who was he talking..?

Illuminati.

[F/N] couldn't.. Couldn't get.. Get away. Get away. She needed to get away, Run.. Run away. Lewin, She needed to get Lewin.. Something was.. Something..

Shima got up from his leaning position on the balcony, Slightly stretching with a small yawn as he did.

"Alright, [F/N]. I'm gonna need you to come with me now, Okay? I ain't going to hurt you, My boss would kill me if I did!" He joked as he strolled towards her almost convulsing body, Her eyes untamed and barbaric.

His hands reached out, And in that moment [F/N] cried out.

"Ah-!" Shima yelped out once he felt a slice of what felt like a knife cross his cheek, A searing pain starting to settle into his skin. Blood spurted out from the paper-cut like wound, Muscles tensing.

In [F/N]'s shaky hands was a summoning paper, In her stupor somehow able to pull them out and cut her thumb.

Sylphs floated around her, Glowing an angry luminescent blue and the air around them much fresher than before, Angry faces starting to dart towards him like arrows.

"Aha-! You really are impressive, Should've expected as much from an Arc Knight's apprentice!" Shima complimented in a swift moment, Pulling out his k'rik from within a pocket of his suit and extending it to it's full length.

The gold gleamed in the air, The hoops on the end rattling as he slammed it down towards the oncoming sylphs.

But it stopped.

Before the end of his staff could hit the floor, The fresh air emitted by the sylphs had vanished from the sight. Shima paused in his movements, Eyes raising up to realise that they had disappeared entirely.

He blinked, Sight lowering down.

[F/N] laid fallen upon the rocky pavement, Mouth ajar and dripping in her own saliva. Eyes rolled up to their whites as she convulsed on the floor. The sylphs gone with her, Disappeared once she had finally fallen unconscious.

Shima let out the biggest sigh of his life.

Luckily he didn't need to deal with [F/N], Who had already shown skill incredible and insanely difficult to deal with talents in taming. It would've been impossible to capture her without any sedative, And he needed this to go smoothly.

He still had to find Izumo, Of course!

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"Honey..?!"

"Daddy!!"

The cries of the mans family called out from behind him, Echoing up and out of the dingy stairwell they stood in.

It was cold, Frigid even. If it wasn't for the welcoming warmth outside it could've been mistaken for the winter, Mostly due to the freezer-like chill and the damp dripping conditions around them.

The bloody and beaten man was knelt towards the floor, Keeled and prostrated before The Paladin, An Arc Knight and an entire legion of exorcists, All surrounding him like a pack of dogs ready to snap and bite down onto his flesh.

"We're only getting started now.. As you can see, Your task has ended in failure." Lewin mused as he stood before the shaking man, A grin on his face as he almost looked fascinated by the dribble of blood spurting out from his wounds.

"Could you quickly tell us what's on at the big event?" His family, Terrified and shaking, They called out to him in horror. Lewin paid them no mind as he moved forward, Bending his knees and crouching down towards him.

The man still had his own ichor dripping down his face, Iron tasted teeth turning into a snarl.

"Monster!" He barked, Blood splattering onto the floor in front of him.

"Uh oh! Should you be using such an attitude?" Lewin laughed with a child-like smile as he lowered closer to the man, A gleam in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm gonna have to ask your wife and son!"

The mans bloodshot eyes widened at that, Flicking back from Lewin to his family in the matter of seconds. Blood poured out of his mouth faster than his expression turned sour, Horrified as he watched his family be restrained by a group of exorcists.

He shook his head, Eyes agape as they connected with his wife's.

"Don't.. They don't know anything!" The traitor sputtered as he turned back to face Lewin, Who smiled all the same at him. His wife and son, His pride and joy. They wouldn't.. They wouldn't dare…

Would they?

Lewin chuckled as his eyes seemed to part from under his hair, His elongated pupils and a gleam sharper than a sword in his eyes. The man only watched in horror, Listening to him as he spoke.

"Why bother acting like a good guy now?" Lewin asked as he examined him from his bloody head to severed toes. That sadistic smile downturned, Much more malicious now. "Both of us are monsters in this regard. Cut it out."

Lewin turned his head to meet the eyes of the mans family.

"Then.. Shall we start?" Lewin asked and suddenly the group of exorcists started to pull and manhandle the mans kin, Hands on their shoulders starting to tug them back. Their eyes widening, Struggling to no avail within the hands of the exorcists.

The man gasped.

"Daddy!" His son called out, Terrified face already bursting with tears.

"W-What are you doing..?!" The traitor called out. His expression petrified as he watched his family start to be dragged away into the sea of exorcists surrounding them, His wife wailing as she tried to call out for her son, Her husband all the while yelling for them to take their hands off her.

The man cried.

"W-We're kidnapping two girls hiding within the Japanese division, Both within the hour!" He called out as Lewin raised to his feet, The man watching him with both ire and fear in his eyes. "They're important for our organisation and our goals!"

Lewin frowned, Looking down at the man as he had finally given him the information he had wanted to know. He hummed, Resting his hands on his hips.

"Their names are?" He asked as he looked down at him.

The traitor gulped, Tasting his own blood.

"Izumo Kamiki..!" He rasped. Lewin stepped closer, Almost urging him to go on as the entire exorcist legion listened on.

"..And [F/N] Light!"

Lewin's heart stopped.

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A blinding white muffled by blurred vision, That was all [F/N] could see.

It felt like she was on a ship sailing on a billowing sea, Waves rocking the boat back and forth along the waves as seafoam sloshed at the sides. Rainy too, Pattering against the wild wind of the sails and the rickety wood of the body.

[F/N] wasn't in control of the wheel, Not able to steer her way through the rushing waves or the inky black of the clouds above. She wasn't able to see either, The rain too thick and the wind too fast to even see a proper route out.

Lewin.. Where was her brother?

Her eyelids raised, Though heavy and numb she managed to wretch them open. That blinding white became so much more prominent, So much more scorching to her eyes as she groaned at the sudden light.

"Ah.. You're awake."

A voice like stricken thunder shook her awake, Her eyes becoming lightweight as they shot open to come face to face with a blindingly bright room. Her body felt numb, Unbelievably so. As she rolled her shoulders she barely felt the cushions against them, Nor the clothes it pushed against.

[F/N] groaned, Her heart beginning to pound in her chest especially once she saw a humanoid blur come into focus. It seemed to sit across from her on what appeared to be.. A rather antique looking couch?

"L-Lew.. Lewin..?" [F/N] mumbled out. Her mind in shambles and her vision unfocused. What happened to her? Did she pass out on the couch? Did Lewin carry her home? [F/N] sniffled slightly, Head spinning as she tried to focus her vision.

"You must be confused.. I understand. Your body must be aching, I understand that too. I apologise for the way we had extracted you.. However it was deemed to be the most painless out of our options.." What?

That didn't sound like Lewin. That didn't sound like the jovial tune that sung every time he spoke. It sounded much more delicate, Much more bleak. [F/N] didn't recognise that voice, It certainly wasn't Lewin.

Opening her eyes a bit further, She tried to see through the blinding light.

"W-Who are..-"

Her eyes finally focused on a man sitting adjacent from her, Upon a rather expensive looking couch from the renaissance era. [F/N]'s breath hitched in her throat, Eyes widening, Not caring about the light now-

It was a man.

[F/N] felt her heart stop entirely at the sight of him, Her mouth growing dry. He sat right in front of her on the opposite couch, One leg over the other with posture that could make an old lord envious.

His hair was a beautiful blonde, One that shone white under the candle-light of the candelabra above. His eyes a glorious viridian like the tailfeathers of a rosella, Pupils cut down into slits stared at her with a soft gleam-

He was a demon.

[F/N] wanted to run.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you.. [F/N]. This meeting is long overdue.."

She felt a wave of unease wash over her, Something was incredibly- Incredibly wrong. It wasn't the way he sat or the way he looked- No- It wasn't even the evident rot festering on his skin.

But it was just the air he gave off, So subtly overwhelming. A pit in her stomach forming as she looked at him closer and closer. He presented himself as dignified, As angelic even- But something about that just made [F/N] want to turn her head and puke-

He wasn't right. He was off-

[F/N] felt bile rise in the back of her throat.

"My name is Lucifer, Commander of The Illuminati and The King of Light." Lucifer spoke, His emerald eyes gleaming under the luminescence.

[F/N]'s heart stopped.

Her hands grasped the edges of the couch she sat on with a grip that could crush stone. The.. The King of Light? Lucifer? It couldn't be. But every cell, Every molecule, Every atom was screaming at her to run-

Something that could only be achieved by such accursed royalty.

"You are currently sitting within my estate, Again, I apologise for your rather abrupt summoning here." Lucifer spoke up once more as he slowly rested one of his legs over another, A hand gesturing towards the table. "Please, Feel free to indulge. These were specifically procured to your taste, You do enjoy sugar, Correct?"

[F/N] didn't want to eat, She wanted to puke. Her throat was dry yet she could do little but reach a trembling hand over to the collection of treats upon the table top. Trays of tarts, Plates stacked with parfait all on this antique little table.

Her fingers fumbling before grasping a macaroon, Her eyes never leaving the demon sitting across from her.

[F/N] couldn't even think.

Lucifer's face never changed. Never ticked, Never twitched. Watching calmly as she began to nibble on the outer shell of the macaroon, The one that happened to be the same flavour she had grown to favour. A gentle hum erupted from his throat.

[F/N] flinched.

"Is it to your liking?" Lucifer asks her, His expression unmoving as [F/N] froze up on the spot. [F/N] felt her mind race at such a simple question, Swallowing back what little of the macaroon she had ingested.

Don't be scared- Don't- Just don't try to look him in the eye- His eyes- Just don't-

"..Y-Yes- Uhm-" [F/N] blurted out. It came out hoarse as her hand darted up to pat her throat, Her jugular tensing.

"Homare." Lucifer called out, His voice a little louder than the melodious tone he held before. [F/N]'s eyes darted to her right as she heard firm, But swift footsteps make their way over to the table.

CLANK!

[F/N] gulped. Two tea cups were placed onto the table. Liquid pouring. A petite woman standing by [F/N]'s side with an ornate porcelain teapot in hand, Contrasted by the adorned look on her Illuminati uniform.

When did get she here?

Homare didn't look at [F/N] at all, Her eyes kept on the from behind her glasses. Lips thinned in a tight line. As she finished pouring the liquid, [F/N] quickly took the teacup. Anything to avoid his eyeline.

"You must be wondering why you're here." Lucifer spoke up once more, Homare's presence going ignored as she began to pour the simmering hot tea into the second cup. [F/N] bit her lip.

"L-Listen- I don't have any information to give you." [F/N] quickly said, Her words blurring together. "I don't- I don't get that kind of access. I've never been to- I've never even been to Italy..! I-"

"You are not here for information, We are aware you aren't privy to that kind of information." Lucifer cut in calmly as Homare finished pouring the tea into his cup, Gently picking it up as she drew back away from them, Somewhere back into the room.

[F/N] gulped.

"T-Then why-"

"You've caused quite a stir in Gehenna, Though I'm sure you are aware of that by now." Lucifer spoke, Taking a sip of his tea. "Even amongst my siblings, The other kings, You've made quite an impression on them."

Lucifer lowered the teacup from his lips, His eyelids fluttering as he set it down amongst the array of desserts on the table. Irises flicking back

"I have been hearing about you for quite a long time.. Ever since Astaroth had returned speaking of a little human girl who had caused his vessel's heart to start beating.." Lucifer trailed off, For once, His eyes narrowed. "I had excused it as the delusion brought on by his rapidly decaying body.. But then it was Iblis and Egyn.. Who both haven't stopped mentioning you, Even to this day.."

[F/N]'s grip on the tea cup tightened as he continued on, Memories of the day she had met the pair of kings flashing in her mind. They had remembered her, They didn't let go- Her penchant-

This was what Azazel had warned her about.

"I've been wanting to meet you, You see." Lucifer spoke, A glint appearing in the shimmer of his eyes. "Your.. Penchant, As you call it, I want you to explain it to me. Tell me how you inflict it on other demons, As it has become rather troubling.. Tell me, How do you make them believe they feel human love?"

[F/N] wanted to scoff, She really did.

Human love? As if such a creature could comprehend it.

Human love was gentle, Human love was passionate, Yet there was no string of words to ever describe it. You could call it kind, You could call it exciting. Bonding, Connecting, Warming.

But none of these were ever things such a monster could understand.

"I.. I-I don't know- I can't control it." [F/N] tried to explain, Ashamed of the terror rushing through her veins as she tried to make sense of her words. "I-It's not like I'm doing it on purpose- It just happens when I meet them, That- That somehow they just become more.. Friendly..?"

The word friendly tasted like venom on her tongue.

"I-I don't know how to explain it- I don't know how it happens. Just.." [F/N] took in a shaky breath, Raising her head up to him, Humiliated by what she was about to do. "P-Please, Let me go. I just want to go home- I don't have anything to give you just..! Please.."

Begging.

It made her feel disgusting.

But she needed to get out of here, Out of here before he became affected too.

Lucifer hummed, Unaffected by her words as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting in. He had picked up his tea again and began to sip on it once more, His body still tense, The rot on his skin continuing to fester.

"So you can't control it.." Lucifer mumbled as he peered down at the liquid circling in his teacup. [F/N] was sat on baited breath. Well aware of the eyes on her, The body guards, The Illuminati members that she was unable to see stationed about the room.

"N-No..- So could you please just.. Please let me go." [F/N] spoke quietly, Yet desperately, Trying her best to convince The King of Light to let her go. Like a mouse begging a cat to let it out from in-between it's claws.

Lucifer didn't respond. Just sat there. Staring down at his tea.

"P-Please.. I'm only an exwire, I couldn't do anything even if I tried-" The grip on the teacup handle tightened.

[F/N] cut herself off as she watched his jaw tighten, Shoulders squaring, The teacup beginning to shake from the sheer grasp he had on the handle.

"Commander..!"

CRASH!

[F/N]'s eyes widened as she watched the teacup slip from his fingers, Shattering on impact at the edge of the table. Lucifer groaned under his breath, Keeling over, His trembling gloved fingers grasping the ledge of the table.

Homare, The woman from before rushing over to his side followed by a small fleet of guards. [F/N] pushed herself back in suprise, Hadn't expecting the crowd as they rushed to their superiors side.

"What the-"

"It appears this body is much weaker than I had thought..-"

Lucifer grasped the side of his cheek, Where [F/N] watched as the decay visibly grew. She felt her eyes widen as Homare helped steady him. Her attention focused on him and only him, Her lips thinned. [F/N] blinked.

Was this her chance?

Demon Kings, Their bodies unable to handle their strength, Decaying faster the bigger they are. It was only correct that the strongest amongst them would be in constant pain, Constant torture.

She knew what she needed to do- To try.

[F/N] slowly released her grip on the couch. Lucifer keeled over, His guards and right-hand focused soley on him. Nudging herself to the side, Further, A little more. [F/N] needed to find summoning paper, Or at least something to prick her thumb-

[F/N] didn't expect to get far, Not without her dear sylphs-

CRASH!

[F/N] yelped.

Trays and platters fell to the floor, The desserts crumbling against the floor to make way for the arm that lunged out from amongst the small group. A hand grasped onto her wrist. A thinning, Shaky, Sickly hand with such unbelievable strength.

A pair of green eyes were illuminated through the parting of silvery hair, Wide, Staring at her. His instincts and his reflexes unmatched. [F/N] stared into them, Her throat going dry-

"Do not move-"

THUMP!

It was like a pin had been dropped in a silent room, Or a scream erupting within a library. It was the kind of thing that could be felt from miles away, Like the devastation of a tsunami or the the heat scorching off the sun.

And it was without any noise, Not much anyway.

His hand let go. [F/N] pushed herself back onto the couch, Her legs almost kicking in her scurry, Trying to get as far away from him as possible.

THUMP!

She knew what had happened when Lucifer had gasped for air, Like a drowning man taking his first breath of air. When his face moved like it had muscles underneath, Not tin and clockwork.

The guards all made barks of concern as he collapsed back onto the couch. Body jerking. His eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling, Heaving, His chest raising up and down at an unnatural pace. His expression, It was-

"Commander..! Are you..-!"

"T-This heart.. This.." Lucifer breathed, In and out, His body splayed against the couch as his eyes lit up. The words of Homare went completely ignored. "This vessel-! T-This body..!"

Lucifer's hands grasped his vessel, One grasping the fabric and flesh covering his heart and the other almost frantically trailing up the rot that festered on the side of his face. His breathing ragged, Yet his body calm and almost relaxed.

"Commander..?" Homare's eyes widened as she watched him, Raising up as her eyes stared on with confusion. Lucifer grasped his chest, Where his heart was, His breathing slowing. Calming. If only a bit.

He shuddered, An audible shiver running down his spine. The fleet of guards stepped away from him, All looking at one and other at the scene. It was almost like his body had melted into the cushions, Relaxing, Like the numb procured from a good night's sleep.

"This body..!" Lucifer breathed out, His eyes aglow as he stared up at the ceiling above. His hand shook where it grasped his heart, The organ that began to thump. "There is no pain- I- What is.. It feels.. Good- No. It feels great..!"

Lucifer stirred, His head almost lolling to the side as he sat forward on the couch. His eyes looked almost dizzy, And if not for his unsightly self-control he would've collapsed right back onto the cushions.

[F/N] flinched when his head raised.

He was affected.

Lucifer's eyes snapped onto her, Widening, Watching.

"You..-!"

His voice sounded like he was parched, His eyes lighting up when he finally drew his attention back to her.

[F/N] could only yelp once she was yanked forward. When those hands grasped onto her wrists and tugged her forward. She almost collapsed over the table and the fallen trays, Barely grasping onto the edge to save herself.

"T-This was it..! I understand it now.. What my siblings were raving about, This is it..!" Lucifer rasped as he pulled her closer with such unthinkable strength, His stare scorching, Looking down at her- "You.. I understand now, Why they were so enthralled by you- I understand-!"

[F/N] yelped.

"No- No- NO-!" [F/N] yelled out, Unable to take it anymore. She cried out. Trying to yank her arm away from him to no avail. Lucifer only tightened his grip around her wrist. Painful, Almost bruising her skin.

"You..! You stay right there-!" Homare called out, A hiss in her voice as she quickly took charge and grasped onto [F/N]'s shoulder, Keeping her in place. [F/N] struggled, Trying her very best to get out of the woman's grasp but it was futile.

"L-Let go-!"

"Please.. Come closer." Lucifer almost begged, His voice quiet yet pleading as he relented the grasp he had on her to beckon her towards him.

Was the space between them too much? The two foot wide gap? [F/N] felt tears begin to prick in her eyes, Pure hatred running through her veins as Homare wrestled her up to her feet and began to shepherd her around the table.

She almost slipped on the polish of the wood, Trying to kick her way out of Homare's hold.

But it was useless.

[F/N] felt herself get pushed down onto the opposite couch, Her back hitting the cushions as a chill ran down her spine. Whenever this happened, Whenever another demon king got affected by her penchant she had always found a way out. To run or fight, She had always found a way out of here.

She always had. Always. Even now there was a way out, Wasn't there? There must be- Surely-

"There you are.. That is much better.." Lucifer spoke out, His voice returning to that gentle lilt though there was an undeniable warmth to it now. His eyes gleaming, Sitting there beside her, Facing her, His attention unwavering.

"Don't- Don't touch me-!" [F/N] cried out, Tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as Lucifer took them into his gloved palms. His touch was freezing, Even through the silky fabric.

It was enveloping too, His grasp a little too tight. How could she get out? How could she escape? His grasp make her skin feel dead and embalmed. The guards surrounded them, Homare especially keeping her eyes trained on [F/N] for any sudden movements.

Fuck. [F/N] trembled. There was no way she'd be able to get away, There was no chance. [F/N]'s reddening eyes were wide, Unable to remove them from Lucifer's. Tears falling down her face, Sizzling at her skin.

How could she get away? In the end she was still just a girl.

The same girl refused to follow her friend into the forest.

Oh, Who was [F/N] kidding?

She was still a kid.

A stupid, Scared, Sniffling little kid.

"No.. No. Why are you crying?" Lucifer asked quietly, Eyes narrowing. His thumb rubbing circles into the skin of her cheek. Wiping away the tears that erupted from her ducts. "It.. Does not feel good to see.. Tell me, What is it that you want? What will make you stop?"

[F/N] hiccupped.

"To go home-! Let me go home-!"

"-No. Anything but that." Lucifer answered quickly, His lips thinning. His hands holding her face growing tighter at her words. "I'll give you anything else.. You see, This vessel.. I have never been able to exist a moment in this world without pain.. An ache that never dissolved, Not until now.."

Lucifer's voice almost shook, The euphoria of normalcy was overwhelming, Overtaking. It was something he could feel in his very being. [F/N] hiccupped, Her throat aching.

Lucifer parted his eyes from hers for only a moment, Glancing up at his right-hand.

"Homare.. Please summon a cleaner to fix this mess as well as more tea." Lucifer ordered firmly, Still gripping [F/N]'s crying face in his hands as Homare saluted and bowed, Barking out a "Yes, Sir..!" before quickly making her way towards the rooms pair of doors.

It was only once they opened and shut did Lucifer return his gaze towards her. Such a sickening, Burning gaze.

It was calculating, Thinking, Asking himself what he was to do.

"Now.."

Tears continued to run down her face even when she was tugged closer. Gently, Yet firm as she felt his arms awkwardly rest around her in what could only be described as an android's attempt at a hug.

His movements were stiff, His limbs not use to the action he was doing. An arm around her back with another on the back of her head. He had leant down, Her head resting on his shoulder. It was if he was trying to mimic what others have done before, A fraudulent copy of what usually was such a genuine action.

[F/N] didn't even fight back, Not when she felt the stare of the entire guard on her back.

"..Does this make you feel better?" Lucifer asked after a moment, His head resting atop hers. [F/N] still shook in his grasp, His cold and mechanic grasp. Feeling his fingers weave themselves into her hair, Firmer than what she expected.

Awkward, But firm enough to ensure she would be unable to get out.

It didn't make her feel better, Not in the slightest. [F/N] tried her best to calm herself down, To think rationally. To imagine that she was hugging someone she actually loved, Like Lewin or Osceola or her friends from the cram school.

Friends, They really were her friends.

[F/N] sniffled, Trying to imagine she was with them and not Lucifer right now. Imagining the smell of ash in the classroom, The obnoxiously coloured halls, The echoing chatter that bounced around the room.

[F/N] missed them. Her friends. Her actual friends. She had companions for once in her life. She had a network, A system she could rely on when she fell, Knowing that they would help her get back up.

[F/N] hoped they were coming for her, To help her get out of here. Anywhere but here, Anywhere.

"Commander."

Homare had returned, Had it been that long? [F/N] saw her standing there through the blur of her tears, Arms positioned behind her back and her eyes a little bit wider than they were before.

There was no tray of tea in her hands like she was ordered to bring.

[F/N]'s eyes widened.

A sudden chill washing over her.

"Commander, I apologise for returning so quickly however I've just been informed that we have- Erm.. Guests." Homare coughed on the last part, Almost as if figuring out how to put it.

Readjusting her glasses she spoke once again.

"The other demon kings, They are here."

[F/N] felt her heart stop.

The demon kings.. They..

They were here?

Lucifer let go of [F/N] however reluctantly, Releasing her from his hold. He pushed himself up to his feet and readjusted his uniform, Settling the velvet of his cape back over his shoulders as he turned to face Homare.

"I had expected this much.. I can sense their presence already.." Lucifer spoke calmly as he dusted himself off. "Not just Astaroth, Iblis and Egyn.. I can sense that Beelzebub, Amaimon and Samael are here as well.."

"Yes, Commander. They are currently standing within the foyer as we speak, They are currently waiting for you."

"Is Samael willing to talk?"

"Yes, I believe he was the one that alerted Beelzebub and Amaimon here. He has not came with anyone from The Order."

"I see. Good."

[F/N] felt her heart near explode. The kings, Demons, The worst of them all.

They were here.

A cold sweat covered her skin worse than it had before, Tears and snot dribbling down her face even harder. All of them, The ones she had met over the years, They had never forgotten her and now they were here.

[F/N] couldn't fight, Couldn't scream, She couldn't run anymore like she had done so many times in the past.

This was it.

There was no escaping now.

"Prepare the master dining room for a feast, Summon the cooks to prepare food however last-minute. Whatever they deem is best."

"How many chairs, Commander?"

"Nine. I can sense Azazel has recently found himself a vessel, He should be arriving rather late but make room for him anyways."

Lucifer turned to her, The emerald in his eyes glinting as he looked down at her. That expression, The one of calm and collected demeanour holding something else now. Something much darker than his title suggested.

He turned to her, Examining her from head to toe.

"I suppose there would be no time to fix your appearance, Unfortunately. I don't believe that our siblings would stay patient much longer.." Lucifer remarked as he looked at her, Frozen there, Terrified out of her mind.

He turned to face her now, Homare already running off to complete her order. Lucifer looked at her from head to toe, At her expression of gritted teeth and sweat building on her brow.

Lucifer almost sighed.

"And I don't suppose you would come peacefully to the dining room either. You are still shaken from the unorthodox way I brought you here, Not to mention that I've heard you have a rather troublesome distaste for us demons." Lucifer almost lamented as he looked down at her.

He took a step forward, His hand raising in the air.

"Ah.. It's no matter. Today you have shown me how it feels to exist without pain, Without weakness." Lucifer spoke, Grateful, His words were dripping in it. "Even now I feel the beating of this vessel's heart, What a wonderous feeling. I understand what the rest of our siblings meant when they had told me.. And I thank you for that."

All of a sudden, He snapped his fingers.

[F/N] only heard the quick sounds of footsteps, Hundreds, Thousands. Echoing and ringing in her ears as she was hefted up to her feet. An arm under each of her pits, Carrying her, Holding her up with such daze in her expression.

Lucifer's gaze almost softened.

"This is familial love, Is it not? Even such a demon as I can be affected by it, By you." Lucifer spoke, So eerily, Dreamily. As the guards surrounding her began to take her away, Her mind in shambles with no more tears left to cry.

[F/N] felt her feet drag against the floor, Mind yelling at her- Screaming as she heard a door open.

Wishing this was all just a dream.

A ghost of a smile appeared across Lucifer's face, Only fitting on such a lifeless being.

"Don't try to fight or run, [F/N]. You may not favour demons, But as our newest sibling, You are sure to learn how to see things our way. However long it takes. Please, Try to behave yourself, Will you?"

The door slammed shut.

And suddenly, Everything turned black.

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[xjulixred45x]

Y'know I see a lot of yanplatonic, what about... Just yan? 😩👀

Mephisto, Lucifer, and Amaimon?

:0

(if you have to choose a species, half demon, but it'd be cool if you don't specify either 🩵.)

Okay!(I'll do for separete bc You didn't specify so)

Yandere Mephisto Pheles/ Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader: general Headcanons

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, WILLING READER IN SOME CASES, CONTROL FREAK LUCIFER, KIND OF DELUSIONAL AMAIMON, MEPHISTO IS A WARNING BY HIMSELF. i think it's all.

Mephisto Pheles

This is going to sound like an unpopular opinion, but Mephisto seems WORSE to me than Lucifer AND Amaimon.

simply because he does not take his partner seriously even if it is voluntary. Be it demon, human, half demon, etc.

Let me explain myself better.

Mephisto gives me vibes of a flamboyant, possessive and quite jealous yandere.

As much as he finds humans interesting, it is not the same as being on their side or wanting to protect them. They are all the same to him.

so his darling would have to stand out in some way, and it can be in any way, whether it be being a pure soul among the other exorcists (like Yuri in a way) or even being someone very dedicated to exorcism, who is not afraid to say how much they hates demons, how much they HATES them, and above all they are not afraid of him despite the great difference in power between the two.

THAT interests Mephisto, it is something fresh, something GENUINELY interesting that he would like to investigate, SOMETHING NEW.

SOMETHING HE CAN KEEP AND HAVE FOR HIMSELF.

I think he is one of those who generate an obsession the fastest (first there is Amaimon) but he acts quite quickly when they capture his interest.

He tries to be a gentleman and thus learn more about his victim i mean Darling , and thus he realizes that they are better than he thought, his tendencies worsening considerably.

quite a few gifts, which become more personal regardless of whether the darling accepts or rejects them.

He also shamelessly makes Darling spend time with him even during work hours, be it bringing him something to his office (when his servant can do it), making him take their breaks in HIS office drinking tea (having awkward conversations , What fun).

or watching from afar their missions to 1- make sure Darling is okay 2- watch his sweetheart work and 3- kill in a "subtle" way anyone who sees too close or has already tried to hurt Darling.

He definitely stalks darlings in dog form, or even rubs against them so they can pamper him that way (it works sometimes because they don't realize it's him).

When it comes to the escorting (kidnapping) part to his house, Mephisto acts as if he is dealing with a terrified pet and not a living being that wants to leave.

He is quite condescending and although he is somewhat patient at first, his patience runs out quite quickly.

His punishments are more on the psychological side, mostly using his manipulation of time.

for example, trapping darling in a loop until they apologize, making them relive a particularly traumatic moment, etc.

Mephisto doesn't harm them physically, but he has no problem destroying their minds.

If Darling were a volunteer, things would be slightly better, no punishments and more freedom to go out, but he would really still be a jealous clingy.

Mephisto would continue giving many gifts, especially clothes that he would like to see Darling in (German clothes, with a theme similar to his, anime, etc.)

If Darling behaves enough, he takes them out for a walk around the academy or to his amusement park! after all he likes it when they have fun with him.

He's a piece of shit, he demands physical contact, he won't take NO for an answer (although sometimes he tricks you with the dog form to get it).

There is no way Darling can get out or ask for help, since they would have to ask for help from Lucifer or several of his brothers to have ONE CHANCE to escape (aside from the fact that they can't even leave the palace without MEPHISTO HIMSELF with them).

Just have to say...good luck with it.

Lucifer

Ah, our favorite control freak.

He seems like a better option than Mephisto to me for the simple fact that at the very least he DOES CARE that darling wants him, he cares about what THEY want even if he is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to keep them away from the world JUST so that HE can be happy.

At least he's honest with that.

He is an obsessive yandere, somewhat delusional, overprotective, etc.

I think it would take him longer than Amaimon and Mephisto to fall in love with someone.

and I honestly like the scenario that he becomes obsessed with someone and constantly watches over them.

At first he tries to rationalize that it is for the good of the infiltration mission.

but inconveniently he ends up noticing things about darling's everyday life that resonate.

ends up accumulating all possible information about them, what they like, what they don't, allergies, past, friends, enemies (people to kill), etc.

For Lucifer, watching Darling live their life is like an escape from his own life with constant pain, living his days through theirs.

and that ends up generating a certain feeling of affection, appreciation, love.

which quickly becomes obsessive when he realizes that they could be attacked or DIE at any moment if they remain vulnerable.

and imagine EVERY possible way for this to happen.

So he decides that the best way to keep Darling safe is to have them with the Illuminati.

The kidnapping is probably carried out by either Shima or Homare and in the quickest/gentlest way possible. If Darling ended up with unnecessary lacerations I can assure you that Lucifer would take care of the "problem" without thinking :)

As for the "adjustment period" after that, Lucifer is quite patient, more than one would expect.

As delulu as he is, he knows that "changing the environment" is a stressful situation and he justifies Darling's initial actions in that way, the shouting, attacking the staff, trying to leave his room, everything is justifiable to him.

(They already say that love makes you blind... In Lucifer Case, Blind AND deaf af)

Lucifer gives Darling a rank in the Illuminati, just below his own, and all possible privileges within the ship. but it still has the clear restriction of, well, not running away.

His punishments fall more into the realm of removing privileges and isolation, it does not reach the level of Mephisto, but isolation definitely leaves its consequences and removing privileges leaves Darling even worse than before.

Lucifer demands to spend time with darling, things like them accompanying him on his stretcher when he can't move, taking walks around the base, reading together, "going out" to private places just the two of them.

I can definitely see him as touch-starved, but with how sick he is he can only do that when he's stable enough to stand, so rest assured that when that happens, he'll be attached to darling like a bug.

If Darling behaves, they will be pampered as if it were their birthday, Lucifer will meet certain demands such as books, materials for hobbies (art, writing, crafts, etc.), perhaps a pet, periodic departures from the ship with him or Homare, etc. .

His darling is more likely to have Stockholm syndrome, he treats them very lovingly and at the same time rebukes any hint of seeking their freedom, so it is understandable.

Just follow the rules, don't go outside the lines, and your new life will be minimal, manageable, and at best. easy. Just don push your luck and let Lucifer "love" You as it's do.

Amaimon

my favorite of the demon brothers. So sorry if i extend myself on this one

Amaimon is interesting, because he is the one who would become interested in someone the fastest. but it does not mean that it would be something positive from the beginning.

We already know that he only looks at people strong enough to give him a good fight, so it would be quite normal to expect that from his Darling.

someone who can kick his butt, hurt his pride, etc. or even a member of the Shiemihaza family tree.

DARLING HAS TO BE SOMEONE STRONG. OTHERWISE, THEY DOESN'T HAVE MANY CHANCES OF EVEN SURVIVING AMAIMON.

not because he has the possibility of intentionally killing darling, but rather unintentionally 😅

Either way, this person catches Amaimon's interest and at first he HATES THEM.

not only because of his wounded pride, but because he generally can't stand being interested in someone he considers inferior.

and even worse, HE WANTS TO SEE THEM AGAIN.

It's like love hate at first 😅

Amaimon will demand a fight with darling and will not leave until he is satisfied, which could lead to an interesting series of draws.

and little by little Amaimon can decipher what he really FEELS about Darling.

either by himself asking Mephisto about it.

Either way, he realizes that he doesn't really hate Darling, on the contrary.

partly he wants them close.

He wants to be the only one they fight with.

with whom they make jokes, with whom they talk.

HE WANTS TO BE THE ONLY ONE.

But at the same time he thinks it would be boring to just lock them in one place and never change, or worse, have them hate him now that he finally has something like a "friend"/"love interest."

so Amaimon resigns himself to isolating Darling from the others. He is surprisingly calculating at that.

He has no problem killing and getting rid of Darling's friends, family, and companions if it means spending time with him.

If Darling somehow realized that Amaimon is the one who is disappearing his loved ones, maybe they can manipulate him so that he doesn't do it and they simply stop seeing his family.

Amaimon in general is the ONLY one of the three that can be manipulated by darling, precisely because he only thinks about fighting, sweets and darling, in that order.

Also darling can bribe him with candy to leave them alone for a while, it works 9 times out of 10, the 10th time he will want to eat the candy WITH darling.

He's terrible with words unlike his brothers, and even his attempts to cheer up Darling seem like threats🤣 but he tries.

is the most likely to have a willing darling, because let's be honest, anyone else wouldn't want to fight Amaimon twice, so if someone fights Amaimon SEVERAL times it's because either 1- he's Rin or 2- he likes fighting him. to some extent.

Besides, like I said, he don't have to kidnap his darling because the charm of your relationship is that only HE can plague their time and fight with them whenever HE wants.

Amaimon simply has neither the patience nor the emotional intelligence to deal with an unwitting darling.

When they are both tired of fighting, they just talk nonsense about humans, life, eat sweets, etc. It's surprisingly nice.

God forbid someone tries to keep Darling away from Amaimon, he will make a blue night 2.0.

And he also doesn't tolerate being lied to, he can be very scary when he's angry.

It is the easiest way to "escape" from being kidnapped as is, rather under his constant threat of killing all your family and friends...

Darling's safest bet is to go with Mephisto, yes, as ironic as it may sound, but Amaimon is still afraid of his brother after all. so it would be useful to have him as an ally.

I would say that it is the easiest to handle and can even be pleasant, but that does not make it any less stressful and terrifying.

Don't let anyone see you, touch you, hit you, NOTHING... and everything will be fine.

not great, but good.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[whelp-idk-lol]

I was excited thinking the new Blue Exorcist season starts soon because it’s been soooo long. Maybe we’ll be getting more Amaimon fanfics because there should be more attention to it. My dumbass somehow thought it would be April/May when it’s October 😭

I just hope talented authors write more for Amaimon in the future when it starts again 🥺

I’m still excited, just gotta wait six more months

[bluesunflowers21]

From Eden

A/N

This is my first fic, so please don't expect it to be any good. I'm proud of what I have for the first chapter so far! It's not great, but...it's something that's for sure...and it's not like 3 total paragraphs, and it has DIALOGUE! Anyway, enjoy and lmk if y'all have any constructive criticism, lord knows I probably need it

The sun is blinding, shining against the lotus pond. A quiet purr can be heard emanating out of the chest of the green-furred beast sitting next to its master. The pond water is soothing, the blisters on the bottoms of your feet appreciating the reprieve from the unforgiving forest floor. He speaks.

“Are you going to leave soon?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to leave?”

“...maybe, once I know the elders assembly is over.”

“Assembly?”

“My father is consulting with the elders, deciding if my siblings and I are to wed.”

“How boring.”

“SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS!”

“....Pardon?”

“DON’T TAKE MY HEART, DON’T BREAK MY HEART”

“...”

You slowly blink your eyes open, your alarm clock blaring whatever 80’s song the station is set to deem fit at 6 am. You groan in frustration, sitting up quickly to slam your fist against the silence button. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you contemplate simply going back to sleep. While your body would appreciate it, you get the feeling your bank account would have a much different opinion. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slowly stand, your joints popping in protest in their stiff state. Shuffling to the small oak table next to the desk, you crack your back as you start the coffee pot. While you spent the majority of your life on the eastern side of the world, your short time in the United States truly hooked you on the caffeinated beverage. Waiting for the brewing process to finalize, you yank a hanger out of the small closet, closet being a glorified term as it realistically can only hold a total of 8 hangers at once. The fabric you pulled is a deep black, a seemingly drab color choice, but one that is required for your newest position as a teacher. Quickly dressing seems to have been the wrong choice, as you end up on the floor half-dressed, having knocked over the papers that previously sat on your desk destined to end in your bag. Grabbing the sheets off the ground, you haphazardly shove them into your bag, content to leave the reorganizing to your future self. 

As if the morning had finally decided to take mercy on you, the coffee pot is finally filled. This leads to the obvious outcome of a full Thermus brimming with the bitter liquid resting in your hand as you trudge out the bedroom door. The fridge is your next stop, opening its door to find your premade lunch. Shoving it into the top of your backpack, you finally grab your key. Walking to the front door, which happens to be the closest door containing a keyhole, you slide the key into the lock,  giving it a quick twist before heaving the heavy thing open. 

The room you come to occupy in the next few seconds is cold, made of stone walls and no windows. It reeks of blood and mildew, a scent you have familiarized yourself with in previous years. The ancient desk, even by your standards, seems to be on the last leg. It wobbles violently as you place your bag down, pulling from it your summoning papers made for the upcoming lesson, amongst other items that you place around the room. Although they will become important for future lectures, they are unimpressive in this moment. 

Completing your self-assigned tasks with a few minutes to spare, you sit at the desk to organize the papers you couldn’t bother with earlier. Of course, expecting to do this in peace is just a willful delusion, as another teacher, a young man, or maybe more of an older boy, walks in with a woman. As you nod to acknowledge their presence, him wearing the same uniform as you, and her wearing barely anything at all, you wonder what could be so important they felt the need to interrupt the only 5 minutes of free time you’ll see for the next 6 or so hours.

“Ms.(l/n), it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my name is Yukio Okumura, I’m another teacher here. This is Shura, do you have a moment?’ the boy, Yukio, introduces the pair.

“Nice to meet you, I guess I have a few minutes before my class starts, what do you need?” 

Yukio begins to drone on, talk of schedules and lesson plans going in one ear and out the other. All things you’ve already discussed with the headmaster in detail. The woman, Shura, seems just as disinterested as you, leaning against the student desk closest to the open door. It’s obvious that, much like yourself, she would rather be anywhere else but here listening to a 15-year-old go on about the importance of test dates. You wonder for a moment if the next time there is a new hire, it will be you who sits in front of them, never seeming to shut up.

“...can understand, especially with what happened in regards with Neuhaus.” You suddenly zone back into the one-sided conversation with Yukio Okumura, simply nodding to give the impression you had been listening all along.

“Of course, I-” you’re interrupted.

“C’mon kid, give her a break. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to save the trauma dumping for after the first week?” Shura gives a half-hearted laugh. “Her class is about to start, you can give her a patdown later.”

You raise an eyebrow, but as Okumura quickly apologizes, clearly flustered by Shura's statement, they both say their goodbyes. While Shura walks out calmly, amused with herself by the looks of the smirk she wears, he seems to rush out ahead of her. As soon as he is out of sight, Shura calls out one last comment over her shoulder right outside the doorway.

“Good luck newbie, you’re gonna need it with this set.”

You give her a puzzled look; however, you quickly realize her meaning as you hear several sets of footsteps and a heated argument taking place in the hall. As the sounds grow closer, you can’t help but rub your face with both hands. You can already tell this is going to be a rough morning.

Your new students file into the classroom, their own groups apparent in the small crowd. As they begin to take their seats, you look over a file from your bag. Rin Okumura, the boy who is seen sitting at the front of the class with a young blonde girl. The file explains what you’ve already known for years now, that he’s not completely human. His slightly pointed ears and the subtle shuffling under his shirt, likely a tail, give him away if you know what to look for. It’s beyond obvious to you at least. The headmaster said to keep a close eye on him, so you shall. However, the class must begin and everyone seems to have finally quieted down. Time for your introduction.

“Hello class, my name is (y/n)(l/n). I will be your new instructor. I normally would have everyone stand and introduce themselves, but I haven't been given a roster, and I frankly couldn’t care less. You all seem familiar enough with each other, and from what I’ve been told, I will undoubtedly learn quite a few names quickly. Any Questions?” you announce to the class, a few making a face at your mini-speech. One student, a boy with a blond mohawk, raises his hand, not waiting to be called on to speak.

“What do you mean you ‘couldnt care less’, isn’t caring part of the job description?”

“Name?” you ask quietly.

“Huh?”

“Your name kid, what is it?” you repeat yourself, a slight irritation obvious in your face and tone. What can you say?  bad habits die hard.

“Ryuji Suguro.”

“Well, Mr.Ryuji Suguro, I meant that I quite frankly couldn’t care less. Names are pointless in the grand scheme of things. Will they help later on? Yes, Do I need your name to start today's lesson? No. I am perfectly capable of both teaching and protecting my students regardless of their names or backgrounds. Unless you seem already to doubt my abilities after a 2-minute interaction? By all means, if you have concerns surrounding my abilities as a teacher in this institution, I am more than happy to provide a demonstration” You’re smiling, but judging by the reactions of the students, it is nothing short of unsettling. The blonde in the front, while seeming uncomfortable, looks almost curious at your offer. The Greenman on her shoulder tells you everything you need to know, the students were most likely told you were a tamer. With how rare they tend to be, most exwires with the ability tend to stick together.

“I didn’t mean to disresp-” Suguro begins, but is caught off.

“You know what, yeah, we want a demonstration! Can you blame us? I mean, the last teacher tried to kill us, why wouldn't we be nervous dealing with you when you talk like that? Maybe if you show us, we won’t ask again.” Okumura cuts in, causing a bald boy closer to the back of the class to pale considerably at his declaration. It’s usually rude to just demand things from your teachers, something Okumura seems to forget.

You freeze for a moment, contemplating what was just demanded of you. You’re reminded of a time when you were much younger, transported back for just a moment. 

“Show me.”

“It’s not exactly appropriate, y’know, for a lady to do.”

“I don’t care, show me. I won't ask again”

You come back to reality, shaking your head slightly to re-focus. Looking up, you see the students eye you expectantly, some fearful of repercussion, others nervous of what you might possibly do to ‘prove yourself’. A smirk slowly makes its way onto your face, and you quickly grab a piece of chalk off your desk.

“Okay then”

You draw the summoning circle on the desk, a practiced ease the comes from years of creating them is held within your  movement. Just seconds later, you have a decently complex circle on the surface, and a small knife in your hand. You give one last look to your students, silently asking if they are ready for what they may witness. When you see them all leaning forward in their seats, some having moved farther to the front or back of the class for better views, you remove the cover of the knife. The slice to your finger is a dull sting, one you barely notice as you let the blood drips onto the circle, awaiting your voice to finish the contract. You whisper your words quietly enough for nobody else to hear, then begin to step away. As the circle begins to glow, you casually look at your students. 

“You may want to take a few steps back” you say, your smirk transforming into an almost maniacal grin.

They all quickly begin to back away as your summoning intensifies, scorching the desk it takes place on. As it completes, you stand behind the demon, though you cannot be seen. You hear several shocked gasps, and one scream rings out. While it is very feminine, something tells you it wasn’t one of the girls. Walking to the side of the massive demon you summoned, you smile fondly.

“Amicus, shrink, you’re going to hurt your heads.” you pat the side of the beast's body and one of her heads nuzzles to your own. 

“Is that a-”

“Hydra? Yes, she is.” You cut off one of the students, the bald one who was smart enough to stay back from the beginning. 

As Amicus slowly shrinks down to the size of a very large dog you pull a meat stick out of your coat pocket, breaking it into five pieces to give to her five heads. Satisfied with her snack, she slithers her way to hide under your desk before curling up for a nap. The students seem much more interested, and terrified, of her than she is them.

“Alright, demonstration over, back in your seats!” you bark out.

“Wait-”

“But-”

“How did-”

“Seats! Now! I will not repeat myself!” 

The students slowly sit, seemingly disappointed that you won’t let them ask their burning questions. You begin writing the lesson for the day on the board, the history of demonology and the Ba’al, before finally turning to face the class yet again.

“Today, we’re going to focus on the earliest depictions of the Ba’al, and what they were considered during the more paganistic societies that held power at the time. Does anyone know why they are called kings?”

Surugo raises his hand, “Because all other demon types are their kin.”

You shake you head before correcting him, “because they used to be viewed as gods.”

This is obviously news to the students, most quickly flipping through their notes, trying to find wherever this statement was made before in their studies.

“None of you will find what you’re looking for in any of your notes, and I highly doubt the Vatican would ever let it be recorded. A lot of what we will cover in this class won’t be in any textbook, much like most of exorcism in general, but what we will cover? Not even the Vatican wants to be common knowledge.”

“Then why would we cover it?” A girl with purple hair and odd eyebrows comments, rolling her eyes at your antics.

“Because, knowledge is power, and frankly, isn’t hidden history just so much more interesting?” You have a gleam in your eye, a slight smile to match it. If you were going to be a glorified history teacher, you were going to teach the real history whether anyone liked it or not. To your surprise, however, about half the students seem to almost become excited at the idea.

“Let me ask you this class, have any of the heard the the ‘queens of hell’?” you get blank stares in response to your question. 

“Well, as the legend goes, about 2000 years ago a deal was struck with a very powerful family. Their abilities in Majik were unrivaled, however the patriarch wanted to ensure that his line would remain the most powerful, so he struck a deal with Satan himself. He would provide a bride or husband for each of the Ba’al, in exchange for his eldest son and his blood line to become the most powerful witches and warlocks in their own given times.” 

You begin writing the names of the Ba’al on the board, along with the birth order of their betrothed. Sneaking a peak behind you, you notice that all the students, save for the creepy one with a puppet, give you their complete attention, some of them writing down your new lecture word for word. 

“Satan originally thought this to be a useless deal, until he realized that every single child offered by the man had immense power in their own right. Again, at the time this family’s magik was well known and uncontested. While a contract like this would mean the children would become more powerful, having gained some of their power due to the mating bite-”

“The WHAT?” Rin Okumura shouts out, a few others joining him in the sentiment of pure and utter ‘what the fuck?’,

You pause for a second, looking at the students confused. The realization hits you, the exwires don’t even understand the most basic of all mating rituals within demon culture. More jarringly, Rin, who is half demon himself, also doesn’t know. While the likelihood is low, it is not impossible that his demonic nature could manifest in him attempting to give someone a mark at any time. You decide to let yourself become sidetracked yet again to explain. 

“A mating mark is specific to demons. While not uncommon for higher-level demons to take lovers, a mating mark is the closest thing demons have to marriage. It ties them to another being forever, gives their partner access to a portion of their power, and vice versa. Additionally, the marks originally will look like a bite, always to the crook between the neck and shoulder, however their long term appearance is affected by the stronger of the two specifically. A pwerful demon with yellow coloration mating with say a demon with purple coloration would end in a patter of some kind that is distinctly yellow, maybe containing a smaller amount of purple if the second demon is also powerful. Any questions?” 

A few students raise their hands, all wanting to know how exactly you know all of this. You disregard answering and continue where you left off before.

“Anyways, due to the mating mark, the children would gain some of the power from the individual demon they would be paired with, but the Ba’al would also receive a boost due the the power each of their betrothed carried, the oldest being the strongest, and youngest weakest.”

“Then why was the eldest paired with him?” The purple haired girl, who you think someone called Izumo earlier, asked. 

You figured someone would notice eventually, as the eldest of the Ba’al was paired with the second eldest of the human brides. 

“He took claim of her first. That was what initially struck the deal, as he was the one who helped the father convince satan. Some versions of the legends say he was trying to help the father strike the deal with all of the Ba’al and the family children, other versions say he was trying to keep the girl from being murdered due to being his mate. The truth, sadly, will have to remain unknown.” Your tone is almost somber in its explanation, something that seems to leak out into the classroom and affect the other students. 

“Which do you think?” the blonde asks,

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you think it was to save her? Or was he trying to get more power?”

The blonde girl's question takes you aback for a moment, and you have to think about it before you answer. 

“I suppose-”

“Totally for power” Rin cuts you off, many of his classmates mirroring his response. 

The girl flushes from what you assume to be embarrassment, and you almost follow suit. A younger version of you surely would have. The class has begun chatting amongst themselves, debating about the different brides. You’re about to call the lesson for the day, deeming it a lost cause, before the blonde, whose name you know because of Rin chastizing her when she argued against his opinion, speaks up.

“What happened to them?”

The class is suddenly silent, so you speak.

“Well, as the legend goes, the second eldest is still with her king, maybe the third eldest died in childbirth along with her firstborn, and the eldest supposedly lives in Assiah with humans. The rest are unknown, I would assume they’re all either dead or in Ghenna. This legend is thousands of years old, though, so really who's to say?”

“What about the brother?” the pink haired kid, Shima, asks.

“If he got his power? As long as his bloodline continued, i suppose his descendants are running around somewhere. Magik isn’t nearly as common now, so most users don’t go showing people what they can do anymore.”

“Do you think they still talk? The siblings?” Rin chimes in.

“It wouldn’t matter either way.” Izuma cuts out. “They all probably got murdered by their ‘husbands’ by now”

“I don’t think so, siblings can be complicated, and 2000 years is a long time for family drama to take place.” You almost giggle to yourself. It’s not funny, but it’s easier to laugh at it.

It’s finally time for class to be dismissed. As you’re left in the room alone, aside from Amicus who still sleeps under the desk, you remove your jacket. Its constricting collar causes the green blotch on your shoulder to itch. Its design is hidden under yesterday's makeup still, but you trace it from memory as you finish the last of your paperwork you weren't able to complete earlier due to Yukio and Shura. You were surprised to see Yukio, let alone Rin, having last seen both as young children. The last you can recall seeing them was just a few months after Yuri's death and their birth. Satan, it feels like it was just yesterday.

[fanfictionstuff]

THEY CORRECTED HIS EYE COLOR 🙌🏻

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Cuuuuute!! 😍

wake up simpleton your demon king boyfriend wants attention.

stop dreaming >:C hes more important.

[lewin-lights-wife]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ I WAS KIDDING!

BLUE EXORCIST SMAU!

Where you pretend to break up with the AOEX men.

GENDER: Femme CHARACTERS: Rin, Yukio, Ryuji, Shima, Lewin, Arthur, Shiro, Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer CONTENTS: Lewin getting a bit violent (Yandere Implications)

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART ? OF 8: Lewin

(SIDE-STORY) (Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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BARISTA'S NOTE: Lil bit of a fun side-chapter <3 enjoy GENDER: Femme FANDOM: Blue Exorcist

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“Lewin, Come on. I want to take the exorcist exam. I’m skilled enough, Aren’t I?”

“Yeah, Of course you are, Munchkin. But you just can’t go for the exam just yet”

“Why not..?! My teacher, You know him- Mr Okumura? He did it at thirteen! I’m fifteen now, So why can’t I?”

It was dark.

The room was enveloped in an unending black, The faint silhouettes of furniture and other assorted garbage only being able to be vaguely seen in the shadows. The lights clicked off, Bulbs only dangling from the ceiling above.

The only source of light was the faint glow from the old flat screen, Hung up on the wall as the luminescence flickered over them. The table, The rug, The old furniture, The wrappers of snacks eaten and plastic bottles of pop strewn across the room.

Lewin laid upon the couch, Elbow propping himself up on one of the arms of the couch. He breathed out, Slowly and controlled as he took in the rotten air of his apartment that he had grown so used to.

The TV continued to blather on in the background, Bumps of noise in the form of chatter, Muffled in the background. It was some dumb action movie, The kind that rolled out in theatres once, Did fairly alright and was now regulated to the late-night slot on TV networks.

An all-too talented protagonist, A sidekick comic relief, A woman whose breasts the camera focused on. Lewin huffed, At this point in the movie he would’ve been focused on them too. It was a part of the appeal of course, Lewin had no shame in admitting what he enjoyed.

But he could barely even bring his eyes to look at the screen, No.

Instead they were focused on her, [F/N].

His apprentice, Curled up beside him on the busted up sofa of his apartment. Her legs were sprawled out on the cushions, Her head resting idly on his chest. Lewin could feel the warmth of her body heat through the thick shirt he dozed in, Gentle, Yet strong.

She was fast asleep, Her eyes gently shut as the light of the TV flickered across her face, Lips parted as drool began to stain the old white shirt Lewin wore. He watched as her chest rose up and down, Slowly, Her breathing light.

[F/N] had fallen asleep during the film. Figures, Considering she had a rather tough day at school. A bag half-full of salted butterkist was cradled in her lazing arms, Crinkling as she shifted, Almost threatening to spill on the floor.

It was such a mundane sight.. Yet for some reason-

Lewin couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He usually hated this, People sleeping on him. Lewin hated the way their weight pushed down on him, Hated the way they kept him in place, How he had to keep himself in a specific position just so they wouldn’t slip.

When he was out on a mission and a fellow exorcist happened to doze off on him, He had absolutely no problem in shoving them off however roughly. That’s just how it was, Why should he let anyone else rely on him as support?

Lewin didn’t care, Not a single bit.

“I mean, You take me out on so many missions as it is and I can barely do anything at all! Wouldn’t it be best for both of us if I just got my licence?”

“No.. No, You don’t understand. I told you, [F/N], You just can’t take the exam just yet.”

“Come on, Lew’.. I won’t even take on an upper-class demon if you don’t want me to. I just want my licence. Is that too hard to ask?”

But as [F/N] shifted against him..

Lewin’s arm was slung around her form, Keeping her cosy against his side as he lazed on the couch. He tugged her closer towards him, Lightly, Almost without thought as his thumb began to absentmindedly draw circles on her side.

His little apprentice, Lewin had never expected.. This.

She was wearing one of his old shirts, Worn out and stained on the sleeves. It wasn’t rare for her to use his clothing as pyjamas or even just everyday wear. Lewin could almost laugh, His sloppiness seemed to have rubbed off on her.

He remembered when he first brought her to his house back in Texas, Lewin hadn’t prepared for another person to be living with him so he had just tossed her a few shirts and shorts to use as nightwear.

[F/N] had taken them without a word, Picking them up with the rest of her belongings as she wandered into the spare room, Now her bedroom.

Was it wrong to say Lewin didn’t care for her at all when they first met?

“Yeah, Well that Okumura guy’s a special case, You ain’t that.”

“Oh come on..”

“No, No. Don’t give me that attitude, Kiddo. I’m your master, Right? So you listen to me when I’m speaking to you.”

“..You sound like Osceola.”

“Ha! Do I? I didn’t notice!”

The TV continued to blather on in the background, But the soft breath’s [F/N] took was all he could hear. Lewin just pulled her closer to him as he sunk back in the couch, Remote hanging out his hand as he kept her neatly tucked under his arm.

Lewin didn’t know the kind of feeling that was brewing in his chest.

It was like a weight was tugging down on his stomach, Heavy yet there was a light fluttering in his chest to chase it. How curious, Lewin could feel his heartbeat begin to mellow out, A sense of comfort washing over him.

How strange.

Lewin’s jaw was impossibly tight, His body incapable rigid. The hand that drew circles into [F/N]’s side ceased, Pausing, If only for a minute.

[F/N] had always been independent, Always been so free-spirited. She was much like him in that way, How she took things into her own hands and followed the beat of her own drum. Lewin had always appreciated those traits in others, Always seen it as a positive quality.

But..

“Please, Lew’.. I want to be an exorcist so bad, Like- An actual exorcist. I’ve got the blessing from Azazel, I got the experience out in the field- Even Osceola said I’m good enough for Upper-Class! I’m more than qualified..!”

“[F/N]..”

“So why? Why am I not allowed to take the exorcist exam?”

[F/N] wanted to go through the exorcist exam, She wanted to become an actual exorcist.

She’d been going on about it for weeks now after finding out that her teacher had done it when he was a kid. [F/N] wanted to take the goddamn exam, And by all means she certainly did have the skills for it.

Osceola was right when he said she was good enough for Upper-Class, There was no doubt that she would be able to take on an Upper-Level demon. Her penchant was enough to pacify and she had the skills and the weaponry to exorcise without a hitch. 

She was so talented, So skilled.

His little prodigy.

Lewin didn’t want her to leave.

Lewin knew he was being selfish, Of course he did, But he couldn’t bring himself to care. If she took the exam then that would mean she would become too independent, She’d be able to do so much on her own-

As soon as she hit eighteen she’d be able to leave and find herself her own place to live with the salary she makes, She’d be able to go out on missions on her own- Hell, It was expected for an Upper-Class exorcist.

In other words, She’d be able to leave him.

Lewin didn’t want that, No- Not when she made him feel like this, Make him feel so.. Tranquil, Peaceful. Lewin didn’t know if there would ever be a word to describe how he felt, How he felt about her.

Lewin leaned down, Pushing back the strands of her hair before leaving a slow peck on the crown of her forehead. A frown still lined across his face. An eye softened from behind the parting of his hair.

The feeling was.. Fraternal.

His lips moved away from her forehead, Instead choosing to rest his chin on the top of her head. Lewin wasn’t going to let her leave him, Wasn’t going to let her go.

She could go anywhere at all, She could talk with anyone she wished, She could do whatever she wanted to do as long as she came back home to him at the end of the day in one piece.

Anything she wanted.

Anything but leaving him.

Which was why he felt no shame when he outright delayed her only way out. 

“That Okumura boy was the old Paladin’s son, Of course he got to take the exam early, Paladin pulled some strings or whatever.”

“So what? You’re an Arc Knight, Right? Why can’t you do the same?”

“Yeah, I am an Arc Knight, Not The Paladin. Listen, If I could I’d get you into that exam as quickly as that but I’m unable to do anything here.”

“Then I’ll go ask Arthur-”

“Arthur won’t let you go do it either, You know him.. He barely thinks you should be allowed on missions in the first place.”

“...”

“Hey, Come on, Kid. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I.. I just want to be able to do well and assist everyone else out on missions. I don’t want to be a burden to you, Lew’..”

“You’re not a burden, Kid.. I mean, Who else would do all my paperwork?”

“Hey! Lewin, Stop that!”

“Oh.. Using my full name? Guess I’m in trouble.”

“Ugh.. I hate you..!”

Lewin laughed, If only she knew.

“Come on. There’s a movie coming on at ten, Seen the posters in theatres but never got around to watching it. Seems interesting though, Let’s go watch it.”

“Ugh.. Knowing you? It’s gonna be trash.”

“Aw, Come on! Don’t be like that, You don’t even know what movie I’m talking about!”

“Don’t need to know, I can already tell.”

“No need to be so pessimistic, Eh?”

Of course, This was only a temporary solution. Lewin knew that one day she’d be able to take the exam and there was no excuse he could give to stop her. He knew that it would come, And Lewin would cross that bridge when he got there.

But right now? This was fine.

Everything was absolutely fine.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day Off | Yandere Blue Exorcist

You speedily walked through the hallways of the True Cross Academy, holding you’re clipboard under your arm. Trying to ignore the green-haired demon that comically kept pressing his face against the windows. You let out a sigh as you pulled out your magic keys to easily avoid an even longer walk to the cram school. If only to hinder the beady green eyes that refused to stop. Following. You.

Opening the door to the eccentric-colored hallway. You went on your way opening the door to everyone’s favorite Ex-Wires. Holding your fist up to the door, you moved to knock only to be stopped by the door swinging inward. Opened by your junior half-demon who was smiling with his pointy canines.

“Rin! Sit back in your seat!” 

Rin ignored him leaning on the doorway, tail exposed and swinging without restraint. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai! Are you teaching today?! Are you monitoring!? Are you going to stay long–agh!?”

He squealed as he was flung back by the minimally dressed Shura Kirigakare who replaced him as she leaned against the doorway. Smirking she purposefully blocked your way into the classroom. 

“Sit back down kid. The adults are talking,” she leaned close to your face before continuing. “So (Y/n), have you come to take up my offer?”

She fiddled with her jacket putting it out of the way of her minimalistic top, accentuating her chest. You let out another exhausted sigh as you backed away ducking under her arm and stepping over her leg to make your way into the classroom. You turned your head to her, speaking in a hushed voice.

“Come on Kirigakure, you know I’m far too busy to play with you.”

She straightened up, leaning against the door and keeping her head turned to the unoccupied hallways. Noticing her quietness you walked to the podium where Yukio was waiting nervously fiddling with the papers he had. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai, it’s good to see you!” Yukio coughed. “Thank you for coming in again, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. I’m always happy to fill in for my boys.”

Yukio’s face lit up in a blush before quickly composing himself with a push of his glasses. You chuckled at his nervousness before watching the exorcist scurry out of the room. Passing the first-class exorcist, words were exchanged before he left the room. 

Turning to the remaining class you clapped your hands, drawing their attention as if it wasn’t already on you.

“Alright, kids. Let’s get to work!” 

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“Come on, Kids! Try to land a hit!” 

Kirigakure yelled from her desk watching as you casually defended all their attacks from behind the podium. The moment Yukio left you decided to change the lesson to one on damage control–an easy lesson on your part who was she to judge? Who was she kidding, she couldn’t think negatively of you in the slightest. It killed her to know at the mere mention of her name from your mouth she would blush as furiously as she did before. 

“S-see I told you guys they were super strong!” Rin gushed to his classmates who were similarly panting in exhaustion from their separate areas of cover. 

“N-no kidding! I can’t even figure out what their doing!?” Bon yelled over a barrage of icicles that were shooting in their direction. 

“M-maybe they're one of those descendants–eek like the ones Kamiki-chan was talking about?” Shiemi squealed from the protective roots of her familiar. 

“I-i don’t know of a demon that controls a bunch of elements–hot! Like that!” Konekomaru continued to shield himself faltering as waves of heat came off the ground underneath him. 

Kirigakure chuckled, at the familiar interaction. Seeing everyone who fights you squabble to find out your power. Underneath her amusement, something snaked, that similar negative emotion birthed for everyone who held your attention away from her. Summoning a can of beer from the portal on her chest, she slicked one back with a sneer on her tongue. 

“When are you gonna stop playin’ with them!?” 

The slurred yell came from her gaining a desired reaction. Your narrowed gaze on her before switching back to the blue-flamed student hurling in your direction. With no problem at all you took down the half-demon, pinning him underneath you with a hand on his chest. 

You sucked your teeth quietly scolding the boy with a smile as his flames died down. The image burned Shura with envy. Even with the knowledge of your parental relationship, it did nothing to soothe the anger that came with such a position with anyone else. And in an act of stifled defiance, she flung the can at the board directly above you and Rin. Once again you looked at her with a piercing gaze before helping Rin up to his feet. To feel her heart swell at the annoyance in your eyes was a despicable feeling but one that she craved as you opened your mouth to speak. But of course, your phone rang and with a smirk, you rallied the students.

“Come kids, they need some extra hands.” 

_________________________________________________________

Rin Okumura was on a role if he did say so himself. Your watchful gaze on him while fighting really fired him up (pun intended). The sheer pride of working effectively alongside his team, using the moves and lessons he had with you couldn’t make him happier. 

“Here I go!” 

Calling his friends and his brother, he took the lead withdrawing his sword to severely debilitate the demon of immense size. With the adrenaline still running in his veins he continued to slice and dodge the demon's attacks; drawing its attention as Bon and Konekomaru recited their scriptures. Fearfully Shima aided in Rin’s distraction, while Kamiki and Shiemi continued to evacuate anyone nearby this time being conscious of the infrastructure that could be saved. Rin couldn’t be happier. Laying demons to rest with his friends all with (Y/n) watching! Watching…But you weren’t watching. Your eyelids were downcast as your mouth moved. Looking into the distance, your mouth moved to speak with Kiragakure who was insistently leaning, rubbing all over you as you sat on a rooftop. He’d never been more jealous of her boobs in his life!

But this wasn’t right! For all the limited times he gets to spend with you he never got to show you his agency on the field. He’s sure Yukio did because he always got to work with the ones he wanted. But this was his chance to show you, to show you that he was strong and that he could do this. But he couldn’t do that if you didn’t look at him!

“Rin! Pay attention!”

Too little too late Rin was trapped fighting the pressure of the demon's giant appendage as it bore down on him. Even still his azure-colored eyes looked at you through the claws of the demon, only to spy your look of bated concern. He did not like the look on your face it made him sick. He wanted your attention on him but not like this. 

“L-look at–” he buckles under the weight. Nearly being squashed before snapping awake with a burning flame of passion. 

“LOOK AT ME!” 

At his scream, he rocketed out from the weight of the demon swinging his sword as he shot up its arms. Continuing to carry out the momentum of the slice he went right for its head ultimately bringing an end to the demon’s reign as its designated scripture was read. With a monumental crash and a mountainous pile of rubble, he triumphantly stood knowing full well you were smiling on from your perch. 

Jumping down with Kirigakure you smiled at the collapsing students. 

“Good job kids! Now, who wants ice cream? It’s on me!”

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“Thank you for the food!” 

The students happily munched and licked at their ice cream. You happily kicked your feet as you sat separately, sucking on your own popsicle as you leaned against a nearby wall both your sides being occupied by the Okumura twins. In front of you was Kirigakure who refused to keep her distance anymore and had settled for leaning herself on your lap; watching the ice treat hang languidly within your mouth as if waiting for something to drop.

“Of course kids! I don’t mind rewarding you all for your hard work!” Shima high-fived Konekomaru and Bon while Shiemi and Kamiki nodded to one another. Kirigakure couldn’t help it smirking into the skin of your lap.

“Ha but you still caused millions~in~damage~” 

“Ughh!” “Come on!” “We just can’t win can we?!”

Her teasing tone resulted in a collective groan, relishing in the comical glumness that fell over the group. Looking up at you, your pouting lips were apparently emphasized even more by the playful slap at the top of her head by your popsicle. She stuffed her face into her lap warming your lap with blood rushing to her cheeks. You took the time to reassure the group telling them how many other Exorcists have similar problems. 

“Thank you again. I can already tell they’ve already gotten significantly better at damage control.” Yukio chimed. Looking over at his brother who shamelesslywas leaning against your other shoulder while he and Shiro continued to eat their ice cream cup, “I doubt I could have taught them any better…if anything at all.” 

“Hey!”

You chuckled as the twins glared and begin to bicker with one another. Sucking on your treat you enjoyed the familiar sound before stopping to look up at the incoming presence. 

“Mephisto.”

“(Y/n)!”

“M-mephisto!?” Rin’s screechy call of surprise had everyone snapping in the direction of the flamboyant principal. Twirling his umbrella by the handle he continued to give his pointy smile, much to many’s chagrins.

“On your day off you’d spend it working? I can hardly believe it, with the way you run out at the end of your workday.” 

Mephisto kept smiling but the comment was grating. You only rolled your eyes, licking at your treat. 

“Working with you in an office for twelve hours is completely different than watching the kids on missions. Besides,” leaving the popsicle in your mouth as you let your hands ruffle the twin’s raven hair, “anything for my boys!” 

Said boys blushed profusely, as you continued to muss up their hair nervously pushing at their glasses and turning away when you released your hold on them. Kiragakure glared as she moved to tighten her hold on your waist, nuzzling against you to glare at the purple-haired demon. 

Mephisto’s eyes twitched and lightly chuckled bringing the hood of his umbrella to cover his body. The twins reeled back while Kirigakure found she was no longer squeezing you but the air in which you previously resided. Looking up with a glare she found you were casually being held  in Mephisto’s arms by your waist. 

“Well, we best be on our way! So much work to get done.” With a dip of his hat and a dramatic swing of his umbrella, he was about to make another dramatic exit only hesitating when Kirigakure yelled. 

“Oi! Isn’t it pretty tyrannical to kidnap them on their day off!?” 

“Oh? I didn’t say I’d make them work! Now I bid you adieu.”

He snickered tightening his grip around your waist as he made a final twirl of his umbrella. Letting the umbrella flop to the ground as you both made an exit, leaving Kirigakure to silently fume with Yukio and Rin who glared at the remaining object.

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“You know she’s right. Why bother me on my day off, despite what it was I was enjoying myself.”

You were draped on his lap leaning on the arms of his floating chair as you accusingly pointed your popsicle in his face with a mock pout on your face. He smiled widely flashing his pearly canines as he played with the collar of your shirt specifically the area where the back of your neck was. 

“Aww, but don’t you want to spend the day with me? We always have such fun!”

He snatched the end of your popsicle in his mouth smiling devilishly at the scrunching of your nose as he ate your treat. His eye contact was broken with you as the popsicle was pried from his mouth and taken into another's.

“And don’t forget me, don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Amaimon interjected leaning into your face from the top of the armchair, only for Mephisto to grip his brother’s face to push him away.

“Yes! Amaimon you too or whatever. So how would you like to spend the rest of your day off with us me of course.”

You released an exhausted sigh before shaking your head as a smile spread across your face. 

“Alright well…”

[fanfictionstuff]

🥹🥹🥹

Just dumping some doodles -

My fav scene (from memory) of “the forbidden taste of you”, a fic on ao3 by @fanfictionstuff .

[xjulixred45x]

Yandere Mephisto Pheles/ Lucifer/Amaimon x lector: Headcanons (TRADUCCION)

Género: Headcanons

Lector: neutral

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, WILLING READER IN SOME CASES, CONTROL FREAK LUCIFER, KIND OF DELUSIONAL AMAIMON, MEPHISTO IS A WARNING BY HIMSELF. i think it's all.

Mephisto Pheles

esto va a sonar como unpopular opinion, pero Mephisto me parece PEOR yander eque Lucifer.

simplemente porque no toma a su pareja enserio aun si es voluntaria.

dejemne me explico mejor.

Mephisto me da vibras de un yandere extravagante, posesivo y bastante celoso.

por mas que el encuentre a los humanos interesantes, no es lo mismo a que este de su lado o quiera protegerlos. todos son lo mismo para el.

por lo que su darling tendria que destacar en alguna manera, y puede ser de cualquier forma, ya sea siendo un alma pura entre los demas exorcistas(como Yuri en cierta forma) o incluso siendo alguien muy dedicado al exorcismo, que no teme a decir lo mucho que odia a los demonios, lo mucho que lo ODIA, y que sobre todo no le tiene miedo pese a la gran diferencia de poder entre ambos.

ESO le interesa a Mephisto, es algo fresco, algo GENUINAMENTE interesante que le gustaria indagar, ALGO NUEVO.

ALGO QUE EL PUEDA CONSERVAR Y TENER PARA SI MISMO.

creo que es de los que mas rapido generan una obsesion(primero esta Amaimon) pero actua bastante rapido cuando captan su interés.

el trata de ser un caballero y asi saber mas de su victima digo Darling, y asi se da cuenta que es mejor de lo que pensaba, sus tendencias empeorando considerablemente.

bastantes regalos, que se hacen mas personales indiferentemente de si darling los acepta o los rechaza.

tambien hace de forma descarada que darling pase tiempo con el incluso en horario de trabajo, ya sea que le traiga algo a su oficina (cuando su sirviente puede hacerlo), hacer que se tome sus descansos en SU oficina tomando el te(teniendo conversaciones incomdas, que divertido).

o viendo desde lejos sus misiones para 1- asegurarse de que darling este bien 2- ver a su amorcito trabajar y 3- matar de forma "sutil" a cualquiera que vea demaciado cerca o hsya intentado lastimar a Darling.

definitivamente stalkea a darling en forma de perro, o incluso se refregra en ellos para que le mimen en esa forma (funciona algunas veces porque no se dan cuenta que es el).

cuando llega la parte del (secuestro) escortamiento a su casa, Mephisto actua como si estuviera lidiando con una mascota aterrorizada y no un ser vivo que quiere irse.

es bastante condescendiente y si bien es algo paciente al principio, su paciencia se acaba bastante rapido.

sus castigos van mas por el lado psicológico, mas que nada usando su manipulación del tiempo.

por ejemplo, atrapar a darling en un bucle hasta que se disculpen, hacerlos revivir un momento especialmente traumatico, etc.

Mephisto no les hace daño físicamente, pero no tiene problema alguno en destruir sus mentes.

si darling fuera voluntario, las cosas serian ligeramente mejor, sin castigos y mas libertad para salir, pero realmente seguiria siendo un pegajoso celoso.

Mephisto seguiria dando muchos regalos, sobretodo ropa con la que le gustaría ver a Darling( ropa alemana, con tematica similar a la suya, anime, etc)

si darling se comporta lo suficiente, el los saca a pasear por la academia o a su parque de diversiónes! después de todo le gusta cuando se divierten con el.

es un pegote de mierda, demanda contacto fisico, no aceptara un NO por respuesta(aunque a veces te engaña con la forma de perro para obtenerlo).

no hay forma en la que darling pueda salir o pedir ayuda, ya que tendria que pedir socorro de Lucifer o de varios de sus hermanos para tener UNA OPORTUNIDAD de escapar (aparte de que nisiquiera puede salir del palacio sin MEPHISTO MISMO con ellos).

solo toca decir...buena suerte con el.

Lucifer

Ah, nuestro maniático del control favorito.

Para mí, parece una mejor opción que Mefisto por el simple hecho de que, al menos, LE IMPORTA que esa chica lo quiera, le importa lo que ELLOS quieren, incluso si es un pedazo de mierda egoísta que está dispuesto a mantenerlos alejados del mundo SÓLO para que ÉL pueda ser feliz.

Al menos es honesto con eso.

Es un yandere obsesivo, algo delirante, sobreprotector, etc.

Creo que le llevaría más tiempo que a Amaimon y Mefisto en enamorarse de alguien.

Y honestamente me gusta el escenario en el que se obsesiona con alguien y lo vigila constantemente.

Al principio intenta racionalizar que es por el bien de la misión de infiltración.

Pero inoportunamente termina notando cosas sobre la vida cotidiana de su querida que le resuenan.

termina acumulando toda la información posible sobre ellos, lo que les gusta, lo que no, alergias, pasado, amigos, enemigos (gente a matar) , etc.

Para Lucifer, ver a Darling vivir su vida es como escapar de su propia vida con dolor constante, viviendo sus días a través de los de ellos.

y eso acaba generando un cierto sentimiento de cariño, de aprecio, de amor.

que rápidamente se vuelve obsesivo cuando se da cuenta de que podrían ser atacados o MORIR en cualquier momento si permanecen vulnerables.

e imaginar TODAS las formas posibles para que esto suceda.

Entonces decide que la mejor manera de mantener a Darling a salvo es tenerlos con los Illuminati.

El secuestro probablemente lo lleve a cabo Shima o Homare y de la forma más rápida y delicada posible. Si Darling terminara con laceraciones innecesarias, puedo asegurarles que Lucifer se ocuparía del "problema" sin pensarlo :)

En cuanto al "período de ajuste" después de eso, Lucifer es bastante paciente, más de lo que uno esperaría.

Tan delulu como es, sabe que "cambiar de ambiente" es una situación estresante y justifica las acciones iniciales de Darling de esa manera, los gritos, atacar al personal, intentar salir de su habitación, todo es justificable para él.

(Ya dicen que el amor te vuelve ciego... En el caso de Lucifer, ciego y sordo)

Lucifer le da a Darling un rango en los Illuminati, justo debajo del suyo, y todos los privilegios posibles dentro de la nave, pero todavía tiene la clara restricción de, bueno, no huir.

Sus castigos caen más en el ámbito de quitar privilegios y aislamiento, no llega al nivel de Mephisto, pero el aislamiento definitivamente deja sus consecuencias y quitar privilegios deja a Darling aún peor que antes .

Lucifer exige pasar tiempo con su amor, cosas como acompañarlo en su camilla cuando no puede moverse, dar paseos por la base, leer juntos, "salir" a lugares privados solo ellos dos.

Definitivamente puedo verlo como alguien hambriento de contacto, pero con lo enfermo que está, solo puede hacerlo cuando está lo suficientemente estable como para mantenerse en pie, así que ten por seguro que cuando eso suceda, se apegará a su querida como un insecto.

Si Darling se porta bien, será mimado como si fuera su cumpleaños, Lucifer le cumplirá ciertas exigencias como libros, materiales para hobbies (arte, escritura, manualidades, etc.), quizás una mascota, salidas periódicas de la nave con él o con Homare, etc.

Su querido es más bien el que tiene síndrome de Estocolmo, los trata con mucho cariño y al mismo tiempo reprende cualquier atisbo de buscar su libertad, por lo que es comprensible.

Simplemente sigue las reglas, no te salgas de los límites y tu nueva vida será mínima, manejable y, en el mejor de los casos, fácil. No tientes a la suerte y deja que Lucifer te "ame" como lo hace.

Amaimon

mi favorito de los hermanos demonio.

Amaimon es interesante, porque es el que mas rapido se interesaria en alguien. pero no significa que seria algo positivo desde el inicio.

ya sabemos que el solo se fija en personas lo suficientemente fuertes como para darle una buena pelea, por lo que seria bastante normal esperar eso de su Darling.

alguien que pueda patearle el trasero, le haya herido el orgullo, etc. o incluso un miembro del arbol familiar de Shiemihaza.

DARLING TIENE QUE SER ALGUIEN FUERTE. SINO, NO TIENE MUCHAS POSIBILIDADES DE SIQUIERA SOBREVIVIR A AMAIMON.

no porque el tenga posibilidades de matar intencionalmente a darling, sino mas bien sin querer 😅

de cualquier manera, esta persona capta el interes de Amaimon y al principio el LO ODIA.

no solo por su orgullo herido, sino porque en general no puede soportar que alguien que considere inferior le interese.

y aun peor, QUIERE VERLOS OTRA VEZ .

es como un amor odio al principio 😅

Amaimon exigira pelear con darling y no se ira hasta estar satisfecho, lo que podria generar una serie interesante de empates.

y poco a poco Amaimon puede ir decifrando lo que realmente SIENTE por darling.

ya sea por si mismo preguntandole a Mephisto al respecto.

de cualquier manera se da cuenta de que realmente no odia a darling, al contrario.

en parte el los quiere cerca.

quiere ser el unico con quien peleen.

con quien hagan bromas, con quién hablen.

QUIERE SER EL UNICO.

Pero al mismo tiempo cree que sería aburrido simplemente encerrarlos en un lugar y no variar nunca, o peor, que lo odien ahora que finalmente tiene algo asi como un "amigo"/"interes amoroso"

por lo que Amaimon se resigna a aislar a darling de los demas. es sorprendentemente calculador.

no tiene problema en matar y deshacerse de los amigos, familiares y compañeros de darling si eso significa que pasara tiempo con el.

si darling de alguna forma se diera cuenta de que Amaimon es quien esta desapareciendo a sus seres querdios, talvez puedan manipularlo para que no lo haga y ellos simplemente dejen de verse con su familia.

Amaimon en general es el UNICO de los tres que puede ser manipulado por darling, justamente porque solo piensa en peleas, dulces y darling, en ese orden.

tambien darling puede sobornarlo con dulces para que los deje solos por un rato, funciona 9 de cada 10 veces, la 10 vez el querra comer los dulces CON darling.

es pésimo con las palabras a diferencia de sus hermanos, e incluso sus intentos de animar a darling parecen amenazas🤣 pero lo intenta.

es el mas propenso a tener un darling voluntario, porque seamos honestos, cualquier otra persona no querria pelear con Amaimon dos veces, por lo que si alguien pelea VARIAS veces con Amaimon es porque o 1- es Rin o 2- le gusta pelear con el en alguna medida .

aparte, como dije, no tiene porque secuestrar a su darling porque el encanto de su relación es que solo EL puede plagar su tiempo y pelear con ellos cuando EL quiera.

Amaimon simplemente no tiene ni la paciencia ni la inteligencia emocional para lidiar con un darling involuntario.

cuando ambos estan cansados de pelear, simplemente hablan tonterias sobre los humanos, la vida, comen dulces, etc. es sorprendente agradable.

eso si, dios no quiera que alguien trate de alejar a darling de Amaimon, el hara una noche azul 2.0.

y tampoco tolera que le mientan, puede ser muy aterrador cuando esta enojado.

es dentro de lo que cabe el mas facil de "escapar" al ko estar secuestrado tal cual, mas bien bajo su amenaza constante de matar a toda ti familia y amigos..

la apuesta mas segura de darling es ir con Mephisto, si, por ironico que suene, pero Amaimon le sigue teniendo miedo a su hermano después de todo. asi que seria útil tenerlo de aliado.

diria que es el mas facil de manejar e incluso puede ser agradable, pero no por eso menos estresante y aterrador.

no dejes que nadie te vea, te toque, te golpe, NADA, y todo estara bien.

no genial, pero bien.

[faerishv]

im curious if maybe someone would enjoy me writing for blue exorcist , together with tbhk. I really love that anime , i've watched it like 5 times hhfjjbfd im starting the manga too. I could write for the main people like

rin

yukio

bon

shima

konekomaru

shiemi

izumo

mephisto

amaimon

shura

fujimoto ( platonic or romantic idk hjhg )

arthur

please tell me what do yall think !!

[lana7779]

I would like to present to you, the supporting cast of my Meph x reader fic Moth to a Flame!

Luci as the villain (duh)

Ami for comic relief mainly (and I love him too much to NOT write about him.)

And Connor and Shelby (OCs) as the two best friends of the reader on their new journey!

*Thank god for Piccrew to help bring the OCs to life!

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