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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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Beel gets sick and both of you are in denial.

Beelzebub x gn!Reader

SFW // Content: (Domestic) Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to More-Than-Friends. Family dynamics, other demon brothers/characters mentioned, brief descriptions of minor illness. 4.9k words.

It’s not unusual for you to visit Beel when he has Fangol practice after school. You’ve taken an interest in his hobbies and he keeps you up to date with his practice and game schedule. Sometimes you leave the RAD campus later than his brothers; it makes sense for you to wait for him so you can both walk home together.

Today, you stayed behind to review instructions for an upcoming assignment. You can hear distant sounds from the Fangol field while you scribble a few notes into your workbook. When you’re finished, you wave goodbye to the professor and head outside to find Beel.

When you arrive, your attention is immediately drawn to a small group of players gathered around one of the bleachers. Someone notices your approach and waves you over; the frown on his face worries you.

You have a bad feeling already but when you get closer, you realize something is going on with Beel. His voice has a slight wheeze like he’s having trouble catching his breath and he looks awful. His face is pale except for the flush tinting his cheeks, and his skin is tinged a sickly shade of green. You don’t think all the sweat dotting his hairline is from practice, either.

His teammate pulls you aside. “He nearly collapsed during the last set of drills—“

“I did not!” Beel insists weakly from his seat, but the tremor in his voice is hardly convincing.

“—and we’re sending him home for the day. We don’t want to worry about him losing consciousness before he gets there.”

You glance at Beel and try not to panic. “What’s wrong with him?” He eats so much food but you can’t imagine it’s food poisoning from lunch that afternoon. Only Solomon’s cooking is horrible enough to upset Beel’s stomach, and he’s in the human world right now.

His teammate shrugs. “Probably just the flu. He should be fine in a few days but he needs to rest.”

You’ve heard of the Devildom flu, but Beel has never been this sick before and you’re more than a little anxious.

Beel sits with his head in his hands while most of his friends disperse and go back to their drills. The thought of walking home with him alone makes you nervous - there’s no way you can help him if he does pass out.

You touch his shoulder gently to get his attention, and you can feel the chills raking through his body. “Are you okay, Beel? Ready to go home?”

He looks up when he hears your voice, but his attempt to smile at you looks more like a grimace. “Yeah, let’s go,” he mumbles as he stands up on shaky legs. He takes an ambitious step forward but he stumbles, and he sits back down when his lingering teammates prevent him from falling over.

Right - walking home alone is a no-go, then.

You look through your bag and pull out your D.D.D. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”

The House of Lamentation (8) You: Is anyone still at RAD, or close by? Mammon: Nah, I’m on my way to a photo shoot. Leviathan: I’m checking out the new gacha machine downtown but I’m not far. Satan: I’m in the school library. You: I’m at Beel’s Fangol practice and he’s sick. He needs help getting home. Leviathan: On second thought, I’m actually very busy right now. Satan: Seriously? Leviathan: I don't want to die if Beel falls over and crushes me! Satan: And you think it would be better for Beel to crush MC instead? Lucifer: It seems like I should put parental controls back on the Akuzon account. Leviathan: Wait, I’m on my way!

Despite Levi’s initial protests, he arrives on the Fangol field not long after Satan does. They manage to keep Beel upright for the walk home while you continue texting Lucifer about his condition. Belphie is waiting anxiously at the front door by the time you arrive, and he helps his brothers take Beel to their shared bedroom.

You deposit your school bag in your room and head to the kitchen. Lucifer is cooking tonight and he happily accepts your offer to help (and your company); you’re worried about Beel and need a distraction. He tries to soothe your anxieties - it’s not much worse than a human cold, he’ll be better in a couple of days - but Lucifer’s words are a poor comfort to you.

You can’t help but think of Beel, one of the strongest demons you’ve met in the Devildom, literally brought to his knees before you by something like a cold. It’s more upsetting than you want to admit and you have no idea how you can help him.

Dinner that night is a quiet affair and it’s odd. Mammon isn’t home yet from his modeling gig and Beel is resting in his room; their absences are noticeable. The others don’t seem to mind, but you miss Beel’s vocal enthusiasm while he eats - he’s always complimenting the food and he’s so appreciative of whoever cooked that night.

Lucifer sets aside a plate of food for Beel and you offer to take it to him. When you knock on his door, Belphie’s quiet voice beckons you inside. He looks at the plate in your hands skeptically, but shrugs and goes back to reading the book in his lap.

Beel groans and rolls over when he hears you enter the room. His eyes brighten when he sees you, but he shakes his head at the food you’ve brought him. You hoped he would be willing to eat something, even if it’s just a small amount. Belphie offers to dispose of the plate for you and leaves the room.

When you’re alone with Beel, you sit on the edge of his bed and hold his clammy hand in yours. He squeezes your hand back, weaker than you expect, and you realize you’re uncomfortably close to crying for some reason.

“Is there anything I can get you?” you ask him worriedly.

He shivers under his pile of blankets. “Maybe some soup tomorrow,” he croaks. “I don’t want anything right now.” He doesn’t say anything else as his eyes slip shut and his head tilts to the side.

Belphie returns and goes back to reading his book, but you don’t notice when he glances at you occasionally from the corner of his eye.

You remain at Beel’s side until his grip on your hand grows limp.

You: Are you still in the human world? Solomon: For the moment. The meeting took longer than I anticipated and I have a few more errands to run before I return to Purgatory Hall. Why? You: Can you pick up a few items for me? I’ll pay you back. Solomon: No need to pay me back if you agree to have dinner with me instead. I have a new recipe I’d love to make for you. You: Oh. You: How about lunch at Hell’s Kitchen next week? I might be too busy in the evenings if Beel is still sick. Solomon: You drive a hard bargain, my dear. Send me your list and I’ll see you soon.

The next morning you head straight to the kitchen so you can start preparing homemade soup for Beel. It’s a recipe that you used to make for yourself back home. You hope it’s more enticing to him than the heavier Devildom fare his brothers might try to feed him; you want to avoid a repeat of last night’s dinner attempt.

Solomon did as you asked and bought all the human world items on your grocery list, including enough ingredients to make two large batches of chicken soup. You offered to give him a small container of soup when it’s ready, as a token of appreciation, and he readily accepted.

It’s supposed to be Mammon’s turn to cook today, but he won’t have to worry about dinner because there’s going to be enough soup for everyone. He got home late from his photo shoot last night, but you think he can still handle making a simple breakfast on his own.

You’re chopping onions, carrots and celery for a mirepoix base when Mammon finally drags himself into the kitchen. His hair is sticking up all over, and dark smudges from the eye makeup he didn’t remove before bed make him look like a very fetching raccoon.

“Good morning, Mammon,” you say cheerfully.

He mumbles something that you think is supposed to be a greeting, and he starts making breakfast - sort of. He tosses a random assortment of whole fruits onto a plate and puts it on the table. He grabs a loaf of bread, looks back and forth between the bread and the toaster, then he unplugs the toaster and puts that on the table too.

“What are you doing?” you ask him curiously while trying not to laugh.

“They can make themselves toast,” he yawns. “I’m going back to bed.” He shuffles away and you can hear the faint sound of his door slamming not long after.

You decide to take pity on him and help him out since you’re already in the mood to cook. It’s not too much extra work to cut up the fruit he picked out and make a fruit salad with it. You make a pan of scrambled eggs with a sprinkling of Hellfire cheese. Finally, you put the toaster back in the kitchen where it belongs.

You’re buttering toast when the other demon brothers start to trickle in (Mammon excluded, of course). Satan makes a beeline for the coffee maker while Asmo offers to set the table. Lucifer doesn’t look impressed when you explain why you’re making breakfast instead of Mammon.

When they’re all seated at the table, you give everyone a head’s up that you're making a human world soup recipe for dinner that evening. Belphie looks like he wants to say something, but when you raise your eyebrow questioningly he just smirks and takes another bite of his toast.

You also mention that the other items Solomon picked up for you - a case of ginger ale in the fridge and a box of saltines in the cupboard - are off-limits. There’s a low grumble of complaints about that. But when you remind them that you helped Mammon make breakfast for them, they know better than to squander their good fortune.

(Lucifer makes a note to speak to Mammon about his abuse of kitchen appliances later.)

The Angels (3) Simeon: Good morning. Luke: We heard you’re making soup from one of your human world recipes! Simeon: Solomon told us about it this morning and he’s very eager to try it. Luke: Simeon wants to have some too. He and Solomon argued because Solomon doesn’t want to share. You: I can bring enough for all three of you. Simeon: That would be wonderful, thank you. You: You know, all this cooking has put me in the mood for some freshly-baked cookies. Luke: You got it!

While the soup is simmering on the stove, you visit Beel to see how he’s doing. Belphie’s been doing his best to keep him hydrated, but he’s still reluctant to eat very much of anything. He’s sleeping when you check on him; Belphie invites you inside but you don’t want to wake him by accident.

“I think he was asking for you earlier,” Belphie mentions off-handedly when you’re about to leave. “I told him you were going to bring him lunch and he went back to sleep.”

You go back to your room and relax. You wonder why Beel asked for you, and you ignore how nice it feels that he did.

The Royals (3) Diavolo: It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to visit with you. Diavolo: Do you have any plans this afternoon? You: Beel isn’t feeling well so I’m helping his brothers care for him. Diavolo: That’s all the more reason for you to enjoy a well-deserved break. You: Let me guess - someone told you about the soup. Who was it? Diavolo: No one. Barbatos: Luke told us about it earlier, my Lord. Diavolo: One of the angels might have mentioned it in passing. You: I can come for a short visit after I stop by Purgatory Hall. I have extra soup I can bring for both of you. Barbatos: I’ll have tea and sandwiches prepared for your arrival. Diavolo: I look forward to seeing you.

The soup is finished and you’ve portioned everything into containers just before lunchtime. You label three of them for the freezer and set them aside. You have one large container ready for your friends in Purgatory Hall, another container for Diavolo and Barbatos, and the rest are for Beel and his brothers.

Belphie sends you a message letting you know that Beel’s awake and is willing to try eating something. You prepare a tray with a small bowl of soup, ginger ale from the fridge, and a handful of saltine crackers. You pass Belphie on the way to their bedroom - he yawns and tells you he’s going to the attic to sleep.

When you enter their bedroom, Beel is propped up with a bunch of pillows against his headboard. He looks a bit better than he did last night, but not by much. You set the tray on the nightstand and pull over a chair so you can sit next to him.

“How are you feeling today?” you ask quietly.

He turns away from you and coughs. “Not bad,” his poor voice croaks. You can’t help but smile when his mouth twists into a pout at the way his voice sounds.

“I made you some soup,” you tell him when you set the tray on your lap for him to see.

“You made this for me?” His eyes widen a bit and he stares at you.

Your face feels warm all of a sudden and you look down and stir the soup to distract yourself from the sensation. “Of course. You asked for soup last night and this is what I like to eat back home when I’m sick.”

He looks stunned by your admission, like he has trouble believing you would do that for him, but he accepts the tray you slide onto his lap.

You explain the items on his lunch tray: the soup (“It’s sort of like a roasted roc soup”); the ginger ale (“It’s a little sweet and bubbly”); and the saltines (“They’re bland but easy to eat when you don’t have an appetite”). He’s so genuinely interested in what you’ve prepared that it makes the effort feel worthwhile.

You can tell there’s a problem right away when he picks up the spoon and tries to eat. His hand is shaking slightly - from hunger or exhaustion or both - and a little bit of the soup spills back onto the tray. He drops the spoon with a frustrated grunt and exhales; you hate the way you can hear his lungs rattle when he tries to breathe too deeply. You help steady his tray when he coughs.

He’s visibly frustrated and he looks away from you like he’s ashamed. “I can’t even hold a spoon properly, and you made this for me.” He grumbles under his breath about wasting your time and wasting the food you made him.

You motion for him to move over a bit, and he shimmies his hips so you can sit on the edge of the bed. You lift the spoon with a bit of soup, blow on it gently to cool it, and hold it in front of his mouth. You hope he doesn’t think you’re treating him like a child. You decide these are special circumstances because you know he’s normally a very proud and capable demon.

He doesn’t hesitate though, because he opens his mouth and swallows the soup down. You freeze in place, worrying whether or not his stomach can tolerate it, if he even likes it–

But he smiles a true, genuine Beel smile for the first time in what feels like ages, and you can’t help the delighted chuckle that escapes you. When he nods, you lift another spoonful to his lips. You help him slowly eat his meal. When you leave his room nearly thirty minutes later, Beel is sleeping contentedly and the dishes on his lunch tray are empty.

Once Beel is fed and resting again, you deliver soup to your friends at Purgatory Hall and the Demon Lord’s castle. Luke hands you a giant tin of cookies before you leave, and Barbatos packs up the leftover sandwiches for you to take back to the House of Lamentation. You put your goodies in the fridge with the small hope that Beel might be better enough to have some with you in a day or two.

When it’s time for dinner later that evening, you return to Beel’s room with another tray of bland food and warm soup. You decide to take a larger portion of soup this time and hope his appetite has improved since lunch.

You enter his room and notice that Beel is awake - and still looks quite unwell - but he seems happy to see you. Belphie is nowhere to be seen.

You sit on Beel’s bed again and feed him spoonfuls of soup at a slow, steady pace. His throat doesn’t sound as raspy, and he tries to make small talk between careful sips of his dinner. It takes a little longer, but he finishes the bigger portion of soup without a problem.

You stack the empty dishes on the tray and stand up, but his hand suddenly reaches out to you - he can’t reach your arm, so he grasps the hem of your shirt instead.

“Wait,” he murmurs suddenly. “Can you stay for a while?” The look in his eyes is pleading, and you assume he’s lonely from being stuck in his room. Since he’s gotten sick, he’s only had you and Belphie for company. Most of his brothers have stayed away to avoid getting sick too, and Beel hasn’t been using his D.D.D. much since he’s spent most of the day sleeping.

Whatever his reason is, you’re happy to stay and visit longer if he’s feeling sociable. The joy that flickers across his face when you sit back down makes you feel shy all of a sudden.

You don’t talk very much though - he’s still coughing and he seems exhausted again. He smiles and thanks you quietly when you offer to get him some more water, or when you lean over and fluff the pillows propping him up. You sit in comfortable silence.

When he’s ready to sleep for the night, he rolls onto his side and stretches out his arm so his hand is palm-up next to yours. You lace your fingers together, and he squeezes your hand so carefully - whether it’s because he’s still weak, or if he’s trying to be especially gentle with you, it’s hard to say.

His eyes close and he starts to snore lightly, and he doesn’t hear your whispered promise to return tomorrow before you finally leave his side.

While Belphie and his brothers are eating breakfast together the next morning, you put your breakfast on a tray alongside Beel's and head to his room. When you get there, he’s already awake and sitting up in bed. You can tell immediately that he’s feeling better - his skin doesn’t look as green as it did, and his eyes seem clearer and more alert.

He sent you a message earlier that morning asking if he could try some different foods today. You made yourself some oatmeal with cinnamon and chunks of poison apple; you sliced the rest of the apple for Beel.

You take your usual seat on the bed beside him and balance the tray on his lap. You eat a few spoonfuls of your own breakfast first while he reaches for an apple slice and takes a hesitant bite; when he manages to keep it down, he eats the rest quickly.

When he's ready to eat his soup, you pick up the spoon out of habit and he waits expectantly, opening his mouth when you bring each spoonful of hearty soup to his lips.

“The soup is almost gone,” you mention casually while he sips his ginger ale and nibbles on some saltines. “Two big pots doesn’t last long when it comes to feeding a bunch of demons.”

He has a bashful smile on his face. “I still can’t believe you went to that trouble for me,” he admits. He nods towards the soup in your hands when he’s ready for more.

“I was scared when I saw how sick you were. I don’t mind doing things like this for you, if it helps you feel better.” The confession feels intimate and you smile bashfully.

He catches your gaze when the bowl is empty and he’s finished eating. The look in his eyes is startlingly intense, but when you think he’s about to say something, he shakes his head.

“I’m still hungry. Is there more soup left?”

It’s the first time he’s asked for seconds of anything since he got sick and you can’t help the silly grin that spreads across your face.

“Of course there is!” You tidy up a bit and put all the other empty dishes on the tray.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise when you head to the door. “Don’t go anywhere!” You wink at him playfully and rush off to the kitchen.

By the time you return with more food, Belphie is back from breakfast and stretched out on his bed. He and Beel are talking about him going to school next week.

“There's no need to rush,” you warn Beel gently when you sit back down on his bed. “Take a day or two off if you need it. I can always bring you your homework so you don’t fall behind.”

Same as before, you help Beel eat his second helping of soup. Belphie makes a surprised noise across the room but you don’t bother glancing over - you’re too focused on making sure you don’t spill anything on Beel or his bed.

What does concern you is the new flush spreading across Beel’s cheeks. Did he push himself too far this morning?

The bowl is nearly empty when you set it on the nightstand. You raise the back of your hand to Beel’s forehead, as pointless as that is - demons have different body temperatures than humans do. You have no idea whether or not his temperature is in a normal range, but you’re still concerned for him.

“I should let you sleep, I don’t want you to overdo it.” Beel looks like he wants to argue but you reach for his hand. “Take it easy. I promise I’ll be back with your lunch later, and you can text me if you need anything.”

You gather the bowl and turn towards Belphie who looks utterly amused for some reason. You wish he’d take Beel’s condition just a little more seriously.

“He’s flushed again, can you make sure he’s not getting another fever?” you ask him.

“Oh, I think he’s just fine,” Belphie muses with a smirk. You have no idea what that means, but you wave goodbye to them both and head to the kitchen to tidy up.

Once you’re gone, Belphie glances at his twin who is determined to avoid eye contact with him all of a sudden.

“So, how’s that ‘fever’ of yours, Beel?” Belphie asks innocently.

Beel throws a pillow at his brother’s face with surprising strength.

Despite your initial worries, that morning seems to be the turning point in Beel’s recovery. When you bring him lunch a few hours later, he’s sitting up in bed reading a sports magazine. You plate up the remaining soup and saltines, plus a generous portion of fruit salad. You set his tray on the nightstand so you can go back to the kitchen for your own lunch.

He’s already spooning soup into his mouth hungrily when you rejoin him. His hand isn’t shaking like it was before, and you’re so happy to see him acting more like himself. He’s not coughing as much now, and it’s enjoyable to eat a proper meal together again.

Beel makes quick work of his lunch. His face falls with obvious disappointment when you remind him that the soup you made is all finished. You hand him half of your sandwich in consolation - leftovers that Barbatos gave you yesterday - and he wolfs it down.

By dinner time, Beel is up and shuffling around the house - a bit slower than usual, sure - but you’re amazed at how much better he’s doing. Belphie comes to your room to see you while Beel showers in the bathroom down the hall.

“This is typical for demons,” he tells you with a shrug. “Once the worst passes, it doesn’t take long for us to bounce back.”

“I’m glad he’s feeling better.” For reasons you don’t quite understand, or maybe you do but you don’t want to admit them to Belphie, your eyes tear up. It’s like an emotional dam bursts inside you, and tears start rolling down your cheeks.

You think Belphie’s going to tease you, but he wraps you in a hug instead and lets you cry into his shoulder. “He’s lucky to have you,” he murmurs. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget it.”

House of Lamentation (8) Satan: How are you feeling tonight, Beel? Beelzebub: Better. I’m starving. Satan: It’s my turn to prepare dinner. Is there anything in particular you want? Beelzebub: A Gigadeath burger. Leviathan: LOL Beelzebub: With extra cheese. Satan: That’s not what I meant. Beelzebub: And a large milkshake. Beelzebub: Actually, make that two Gigadeath burgers. Satan: Forget that I asked. You: You should’ve known better. Lucifer: Indeed.

Nearly two weeks after he had the flu, Beel is rummaging in the kitchen for something to make for dinner. He just got home from practice and he forgot it's his turn to cook tonight.

Any lingering symptoms of the Devildom flu have long since passed, and he’s back to his regular club activities. He doesn’t get sick often which is why the severity of his initial symptoms caught everyone off-guard. The first day or two are still a hazy blur of disjointed memories, but there’s one thing he does remember with clarity above all else.

He ignores Belphie’s teasing and not-so-subtle hints about you, and your feelings for him, and his feelings for you. Beel tells his brother he doesn’t want to misinterpret how sweet and loving your gestures felt when he was sick; Belphie tells him he’s an idiot and that he’s in denial.

Sure, you took care of him when he was sick, but only because you’re a thoughtful person. You made him food because it was a way to show him you care. When he saw you tear up on the sidelines of his first Fangol practice after his illness, it was because you were thrilled to see him back to his normal self.

You’re just a friend, Beel thinks. A kind, warm, beautiful friend.

But he secretly likes the way you spend more time in his room now, and how you invite him to the kitchen and teach him more about your favourite foods. You accompany him when he goes shopping for snacks after school. You always offer to share what you buy for yourself, and he does the same for you.

On a particularly warm day, he took you to a diner after class and ordered a large sundae for you to split. You didn’t notice there was chocolate lingering at the corner of your mouth. He pointed it out to you before he did something selfish like swipe it away with his finger, or his tongue.

You’re just a friend, he reminds himself more and more often these days.

Beel doesn’t learn until later that you agreed to a lunch date with Solomon in exchange for the ingredients you needed to make his soup. He spent most of that night complaining to his brother about that damn sorcerer taking advantage of your generous nature.

Belphie just smirked at him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and he suggested that Beel make his move before someone else does.

Maybe he is in denial.

His stomach grumbles hungrily and he has to shove aside thoughts of you so he can focus on making dinner for everyone. He checks the cupboards and fridge but nothing catches his interest. He’s starving, but he’s not sure food is the only thing he wants anymore.

He opens the freezer and notices a stack of containers he doesn’t recognize. They’re pushed to the back like someone was trying to hide them on purpose. He grabs one and stares at the label written on the lid:

Beel’s Soup ♡

He puts the container back in the freezer and heads straight to your room.

The Demon Brothers (7) Beelzebub: Can someone cover cooking duty for me tonight? Lucifer: This is sudden. Why the change of plans? Beelzebub: I’m taking MC on a date. Mammon: Wait, what?! Satan: Have fun. Asmodeus: Aww, they’re so cute! ♡ Leviathan: Gross. Belphegor: FINALLY.

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palmastrings · 9 months ago

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The Seven Deadly... Rings?!?!

@nocreativityfornames you're a genius I'm just gonna go ahead and swipe this and *eats*

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Essentially what if we started Nightbringer but we also had the brothers in tow in the form of rings.

No, I didn't spell check this, I'm don't write very often so excuse any weirdness. I suck at grammar and ignore spell check.

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Solomon holds his hand out expectantly, presenting to you a handful of exquisite multicolored rings. 7 to be exact. Each one a familiar face, in a somewhat familiar time.

Honestly, this isn't really that astounding by any means. When living in the Devildom, you've come to expect even the most unexpected situations. The rings were probably the least surprising thing you've heard today, seeing as how you had mysteriously been thrown across time and space and landed in the Devildom... approximately 7,000 years ago. Maybe? Nobody is really good at saving dates around here, especially when the average demon lifespan stretches from now to, basically, the end of time itself. A slight over exaggeration? Again, maybe. But in your defense, in your feeble mortal eyes, that's what it may as well be.

The rings jingle in your hand as you tentatively scoop them from Solomons cold hand.

Apon first glance, they would appear to be normal rings. Pristine, each gold band is fitted with a unique colored stone matching those of the beloved demons from your normal timeline. Although, if you really focused on it, twisting the bunch of them in your palm with your fingers, you could feel how warm the metal is. It was as if someone had worn the rings before you, even though it should not have been possible, as you would be the first to bear them. Along with the warm glow of the rings, you could faintly feel an intense pulsing sensation coming from the set. Whether or not it came from what could possibly be a rapid heartbeat or the emanating pulse of horrific eldritch powers, you couldn't tell.

You go to slip them on your waiting fingers until Solomon interrupts you.

"I will warn you Mc, they were terribly rowdy before I turned them into rings, I don't blame you if you find them overwhelming to wear."

"Thanks for the warning, Solomon. I appreciate you coming all this way to help me by the way!"

"Anything for my favorite apprentice! Oh! And put in the good word for me!" Solomon winks. He turns, presumably to go and survey the Devildom of millennia ago. You're eternally grateful he went through all this trouble, not only to willingly throw himself across time and space, but to also take the time to bring along the demon brothers.

You insert each hoop onto your fingers. They fit perfectly, made just for you to wear. For a moment, there is silence. You almost begin to doubt they're even there. The only sign of anything unusual is the pulsing jewelry around your fingers, seeming to wane slowly, just until it matches your own heartbeat. Then the screaming.

"Mc! Did I hurt you at all?"

"Can you hear me?! What happened?

"AHHH, I can't believe you met me while I was in my blunder years! Wahhh!! I'm so embarrassed!!"

"Oi! Human what the hell?! What were you thinking just vanishing like that?"

"Mc, why did you leave?"

"Hon, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard youd gone missing! Lets go home asap!"

"..."

Suddenly, you weren't so alone in your head. A barrage of questions, sobs, and abnormal talk of urgency was flung straight in your direction. You could practically visualize the tearful Levi. The clear image of the batting white eyelashes of Mammon as he looks worried at you. Along with what's definitely becoming a new wrinkle on Lucifers face as you listen to him interrogate you. It was almost relieving to hear them speak with such familiarity to you. After being treated like a stranger not too long ago, this felt like you had brought a piece of home with you in this strange version of the Devildom.

Maybe, just maybe in the strange place, in this strange time you could make the most of it. With a sorcerer and the seven rings at your side you may just be able to tackle the newly fallen brothers of the past, the new ruling power of the Devildom, Diavolo, and finally find out why you were sent here by the one called, Nightbringer.

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lou-struck · 1 year ago

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Operation: Stay Away Cupid Pt. 4

Obey Me! Datatables (minus Luke x Mc!)

Featuring: Simeon, Diavolo, and Barbatos

Warnings: Lap Sitting, Shoulder Rubs, Asmo using his charm (not on reader),

~ As your Valentine's Day starts to wind down you seem to be coming up with more questions than answers as you observe everyone's odd behavior.

MASTERLIST HERE

Asmodeus’s jaw is clenched as he walks through the empty hallways of RAD. His pact mark with Solomon burns brighter beneath his skin as he gets closer and closer to where the troublesome Sorcerer is hiding.

“Ohhhh Solomon, I know you’re in hereeee.” His singsong voice echoes off of the stone floors with an alluring quality. “Come out and have a chat with me.”

He pauses and waits for the enchantment in his voice to draw the Sorcerer out.

One way or another, Asmodeus will be getting an answer.

Impatiently, the Avatar of Lust crosses his arms and lets out an annoyed huff. “Solomon, you better come out here right now, or I swear I’ll send my Fanclub after you, and then you’ll be sorry.”

The threat, paired with his charmed words, is enough to have the white-haired Sorcerer poke out from behind a bookshelf; his gait has an unsteady dreaminess to it, and his fair skin is kissed by a faint blush. A tell-tale sign that Asmodeus’ power has reached him.

If he wasn’t so frustrated with the Sorcerer, he would’ve been proud of his handiwork. After all, he hadn’t been able to charm Solomon in centuries.

His pink lips turn upwards in a satisfied smile as he watches Solomon rub his eyes to shake away the enchantment’s effects. The Sorcerer smirks, his eyes no longer dancing with the tendrils of Asmodeus’s charm as he speaks. “Oh, Asmodeus, how was your romantic boat ride with Mc?”

“Oh, don’t act all innocent with me.” Asmo seethes, balling up his fists childishly at Solomon’s nonchalant antics.

He cocks his head to the side. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You lied about the cupid thing and tried to ruin my date with Mc.” The demon pouts, jutting out his perfectly glossed lips.

“Me? Lie?” he says innocently, “What gave you that Idea?”

“I think I know your magic a bit better than everyone else.” he coos almost murderously, “That little feather you sent my way ruined my special kiss with them earlier.”

“I guess you caught me. It was fun while it lasted.” Solomon smiles and settles onto one of the benches, and Asmo does the same. “Tell me, is everyone aware of my little ruse?”

Asmo’s perfectly manicured finger taps his cheek in thought, “I think all my brothers are aware of the situation now.”

“I see, and if Lucifer knows, he would’ve told Lord Diavolo.” the human mutters. The twisting feeling in his gut was the first sign that maybe tricking some of the most powerful beings in the three realms wasn’t the best idea.

“Don’t forget Barbatos.” Asmo winks, sending a deep shiver down the Sorcerer’s spine. “You know how scary he can get when he’s angry. Especially when our sweet Mc is involved.”

Solomon’s mind drifts to you, the sweet human who has endured a handful of crazy dates today with all seven avatars of sin.

“Asmodeus, may I ask you something?” he asks, a heaviness in his heart as he realizes that he forgot something extremely important when pulling off his little prank.

“What is it?”

“I-I didn’t ruin Mc’s Valentine’s Day, have I?” He asks the question softly, with a weakness that reminds the Avatar of Lust that his Master is still human.

The demon smiles softly, thinking back to your adorable little smiles on the boat. And the giggles he heard down the hallway when you and Beel were making your chocolate-covered strawberries. “No, they seem to be enjoying themselves today. But I’m sure that if we were to have actually had our little kiss, it would’ve been even better.”

He hasn’t ruined your day.

Solomon’s heart can beat again.

“Butttt, don’t think you are off the hook yet, Solomon.” Asmo smiles, grabbing the human’s hand and pulling him towards the door, his superior strength proving to be too much for the human. “Mc has a few more dates today. But now, so do you.”

Barbatos ~

Your hair is ruffled from your nap date with Belphie, but you hardly have time to fix it now. If you did, you would be late for your date with Barbatos. Your heart thrums in your chest as you get closer and closer to the place gardens, your designated meeting place with the Butler.

The enchanted stone pathway lights up under your shoes, guiding you to a section of the gardens you have never been to before.

The gentle sound of swaying willow branches dance in your ears as you are led through a curtain of some soft floral vines. An unexpected wind brushes your shoulders as you reach the other side and see the Butler waiting for you.

Although he doesn’t see you right away, you can’t help but notice the irritated way Barbatos curses under his breath as he scrolls through his DDD. A deep shiver runs along your spine when you come to the realization that he looks pissed.

“H-hey Barbatos,” can you say nervously, hoping that he’s not upset at you for running a bit behind schedule. But the look of genuine happiness that appears on his face when he notices you easily frees the worry from the forefront of your mind.

“Oh, there you are, Mc,” the Butler is followed by an enchanted lantern that illuminates his elegant features with an ironically angelic glow. “I was worried you had lost your way out here, but I am glad this wasn’t the case.”

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me. I had a bit of a delay in getting here. “You admit bashfully.

He places a comforting hand on the small of your back as he walks you past the entrance to the stables, much to your confusion. “don’t worry about it, I had some loose ends to tie up so it works out perfectly. “

“Is something the matter? I saw you on your DDD looking a bit frustrated,” you murmur, feeling relieved that you haven’t completely ruined his plans for the two of you.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Lucifer had just informed me about a tricky little rat roaming around the Devildom,” he says bed early. And it may just be a gut instinct of yours, but you have a feeling that he’s not talking about an actual rat.

Does it have something to do with why everyone has been acting so odd lately?

Is there some kind of Devildom-wide hatred of the Cupid mascot?

“My dear?” he says, pulling you from your thoughts. “Although it warms my heart to see you looking so concerned on my behalf, I assure you, everything is under control. There’s no need to worry at all.”

There is so much care in his emerald gaze it makes your knees feel like jelly beneath you. You stumble forward into Barbato’s arms, and as expected, he catches you as if you were made of the finest porcelain in the three realms. “Careful now, our date has just begun. It would be a shame for a sprained ankle to come along and ruin our time together.”

“Sorry,” you grin, enjoying the warmth of his touch. “I think I got a bit too excited.”

“Nothing to apologize for, but I have to ask. Dear, will you be warm enough?”

“I’ll be fine. It’s not too cold out here.” you lie. Obviously he sees right through it and gently removes his uniform jacket.

“Here, this will keep you warm until we are inside. I won’t take long, I promise,” he murmurs tenderly, wrapping the garment around your shoulders. You breathe in the gentle scent of linen and rose petals gratefully as he leads you down a pathway that definitely wasn’t there moments ago.

“Inside?” You look around and only see the place’s lush greenery. “Are we going back to the palace?”

“Not quite, but I think you will enjoy this just as much.” he beams. And with a wave of his hand, two tall hedges part for you, revealing the cutest little structure behind them. A faint smoke wisps out from its chimney, and light pours out from the blown glass windows, illuminating the dark ground with rainbow prisms of light.

“What is this place?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“A place for the two of us.” he smiles, “We are the only two beings in the Devildom who are able to make it through the barrier, aside from the young master, of course.”

A grin of childlike enthusiasm spreads across your face at his words. “You got me a secret clubhouse for Valentine’s Day?”

“It appears I have.” he smiles before looking a bit self-conscious. “Is this gift to your liking?”

“Of course it is,” you answer excitedly, wrapping your arms around his lean frame. “Thank you for sharing this special place with me.”

“Anytime.” he hums, leaning into your embrace. “I hope the two of us can spend many hours hidden away behind these walls.”

“I do too,” you smile, just realizing that you haven’t given him his gift yet. “I know it’s not an enchanted clubhouse, but I got you something too.”

You hold out the perfectly wrapped parcel for him to take. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be wonderful,” he says eagerly.

Even in his excitement, he still manages to unwrap the gift without ripping any of the actual paper. And when he opens the box of intricate-looking tea bombs, you swear you saw his eyes turn glassy.

“These look amazing, what are they?” he asks, intrigued. “Some kind of tea?”

You got him something that he has never seen before. If you could pop yourself on the back without embarrassing yourself, you would. “they’re called tea bombs. All you have to do is drop one in a teapot and add hot water. They’re getting pretty popular in the human realm, so I thought you may appreciate trying something new.”

He admires the gift once more before holding out of hand or two. “thank you for such a thoughtful and considerate gift. If it’s all right with you, shall we head inside our new clubhouse so we can prepare one together?”

You nod excitedly and take his hand. “I’d be delighted.”

“Wonderful, like this little cottage, this is something I only wish to share with you.”

Simeon~

Why is it that everyone else seems to know the coolest places in the Devildom?

This question crosses your mind as you sit across from Simeon at a Greenhouse cafe, the little tea table in front of you decorated with candied flowers just waiting to be snacked on. Somehow, the warm, bright light that streams in through the enchanted glass above you looks and feels just like the sunlight you have missed so dearly.

“This place is amazing.” you say earnestly, “How did you find it?”

He blushes and somehow manages to look even more perfect than he had just a few moments ago, “I got lost one day trying to follow the directions on my DDD and ended up here. Some may call it an accident, but now, with you here across from me, I know in my heart it was fate.”

His praise warms your heart like sunlight. The angel’s sincerity and poetic way with words has you falling for him more and more every day.

But…

Despite his sweet words and love in his eyes, you can tell that he looks a bit nervous. His posture looks painfully rigid, and he looks around the empty cafe as if he is expecting some kind of ambush.

Furthermore, you couldn’t help but notice how Simeon has been using every opportunity he can to touch you, The fuzzy tingling on your skin, a tell-tale sign of his angelic rejuvenating power coursing through you. Almost as if he is protecting you from something.

Although you do not mind his constant attention and polite little touches, it troubles you to see how paranoid he is acting.

Just like how Mammon and the others were acting at the beginning of the day.

You’re not an idiot. And after your date with Barbatos you felt like whatever situation that was occurring behind your back had resolved itself.

Whatever was going on with them, it seemed that no one thought to tell the angel that everything was okay.

“Um, Mc, may I please hold your hand?”

“Of course, you can,” you reply, holding one of your hands out for him to take. As he does, you give him a little squeeze and send him the most reassuring look you can muster. Sure, you could try to interrogate him. But forcing him to tell you the truth doesn’t sit right with you.

“I don’t know what’s troubling you, but I promise everything will be fine,” you say, not wanting to push him anymore on the subject. You decide now would be the best time to give him his Valentine’s Day gift.

You reach into your bag and pull out his little gift bag. Your movements are slow, so the sound of liquid crashing against glass doesn’t give away the surprise until he opens it.

“Is this for me?” he asks, taking the bag’s strings and setting it before him. You nod and watch as he gently removes the tissue paper and pulls out the enchanted cologne bottle you got him. The liquid inside is a potion called bottled nostalgia. It is scentless until the user recalls a fond memory or smell and sprays it on themselves. It took you weeks to find the one vendor in the devildom who makes it, but you finally managed to track her down with the help of Simeon’s number one fan, Leviathan.

The angel is silent as he reads the information card, understanding the importance of the bottle in front of him. “Mc, you must’ve put in so much effort in choosing this gift for me. Thank you. I know every time I use this, I will think of you and smile.”

“I-it was nothing,” you say, successfully flustered.

There is a knowing look in his gaze as he gives you a soft smile. “You truly are amazing, Mc. I apologize for not giving you my full attention earlier. It’s not much, but I, too, prepared a gift for you.”

He slides a beautifully sealed envelope in front of you. Your name is penned elegantly in liquid gold on the front. Not wishing to destroy such a beautiful stamp, you fiddle with the wax seal tentatively until it gives way.

Simeon is an amazing author, and as you pull out the letter, you realize that he had written you a letter in the same golden ink as on the front. Its beauty brings you to tears, and as you read the lines aloud, the greenhouse fills with a warm, bright light.

You shield your eyes from the source and look at him with all the love in the world. As the magic slowly fades back into the ink.

“My gift to you is the sun. You are the light of my life. It only makes sense that I can gift you something worthy of the title.”

Diavolo~

As you walk up the grand marble staircase of the palace, you begin to regret the simple little cardboard box in your hands decorated with glittery hearts and stickers.

The Devildom Price has long been fascinated with human traditions, so you thought it would be fun to give him a box of cheesy Valentine's Day cards, the same ones your class would pass around this day when you were in primary school.

You made sure to fill it with lots of different human-world candies, stickers, temporary tattoos, and cute yet corny pickup lines written from your own hand.

‘It’s not too late.’ the voice of doubt whispers into your mind. ‘You can turn back now and find something worthy of the prince.’

Your legs are shaking, and your self-consciousness gets the better of you, but just as you are about to turn and walk away from the large doors of his private quarters, the doors part, and you meet the kind, citron gaze of the Prince of Hell.

“Mc, I’m so glad you made it.” his joyful voice declares as he looks over you. “Come in. I bet you’ve had quite the exhausting day so far.”

You nod shyly and step inside. You try to tuck the cardboard gift box you decorated behind your back, but he notices this immediately.

“What’s that you’re holding? He asks, sitting next to you on his crushed velvet sofa. For such an intimidating Demon, his presence has such a calming effect on your nerves.

“I-it's for you,” you murmur, holding the box out to him with both hands. “I thought you would appreciate getting a Valentine’s Day mailbox of your own today. But If you don’t like it, I ca-”

“You made this just for me?” he asks, sounding touched as he carefully removes the box from your hands as if it was about to shatter with the lightest touch. “I’ve never received a gift so thoughtfully homemade before. It’s refreshing.”

“So you like it?” you say, hope evident in your tone as he opens the box and starts to look at the little Valentine's cards you made for him.

“I love it. This is wonderful.” he laughs, peeling a lip print sticker off one of the cards and placing it on his cheek. It looks so wonderfully odd on his fine jawline that you can’t help but laugh along with him.

“I wish I would’ve made one for you as well,” he admits. “Perhaps we should do this for everyone next year.”

“That would be so fun.” you smile, feeling a bit nostalgic at the idea of sending cheesy valentines to all your favorite guys.

“I got you a gift as well,” he smiles, removing a long black velvet jewelry case from the table in front of you. You had been so worried about your gift, you failed to notice it earlier. He opens the box and reveals a surprisingly simple pendant with a delicate silver chain and a small gemstone the color of his eyes. “I wanted you to have something you can wear every day.”

“It’s beautiful.” you smile, admiring the simple yet elegant jewelry.

“Would you like me to put it on you?” he asks hesitantly. You nod and his warm smile returns to light up the room. “Please come closer then.”

You climb up onto his lap as he secures the delicate little clasp around your neck. “This is perfect, getting to keep you close like this,” he murmurs into your ear as you relax.

“This is nice.” you hum happily.

“Have you had an interesting day so far?” he asks, feeling the tenseness in your shoulders.

“That’s one word for it, you sigh, feeling at home against his broad frame.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

As the Prince himself gives you a shoulder massage, you spill the details of your long yet very romantic day. You also share with him the unexplained feathers, floating hearts, and shadows that freaked the others out so much on your dates.

At the end of your story, he chuckles heartily, and you turn to meet his gaze, seeing the look of guilt and amusement on his handsome features.

“You know why everyone’s been acting weird, don’t you?” you ask, knowing in your heart that you are finally getting some answers.

He laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I do, but I think it would be best if you were to hear the truth from everyone.”

You turn your head to the side and feel rather confused by his wording.

“Everyone?”

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gx-gameon · 6 months ago

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Gotta ask how's Seto's relationship with the rest of Yugi's friends in this au? How'd the gang take the news that Seto and Yugi were dating? What about when they got engaged and married on the same day?

Okay so we are actually going to see a lot of this in the story itself.

So right now I’m editing all the rough drafts I posted here. I think I have three more to do and then it’s brand new content.

I think I’ll have somewhere between 2 to 3 more chapters from there. I have them all scripted out I just need to actually write them.

That will finish the first arc of this au. Jaden getting adopted and the afterlife adventure.

It will also be the end of the first book.

I think from there we will go into the second arc which will focus on two things. 1) Jaden and Atem adjusting to life 2) Yugi and Seto

The story will set up Gx season one. I think it will take place over Jaden’s first year or two in the family and then we will time skip to Gx.

I might do some one-shots with young Jaden and the DM crew in the time skip eventually (like Seto and Yugi’s proposal/wedding. But that could also be the last chapter so arc 2 I’m still scripting the second arc.

So we are going to have a whole little adventure dedicated to the two of them.

But it boils down to Seto realizing he has feelings for Yugi starts trying to so affection, as only Seto Kaiba can.

Jaden and Yugi are getting harassed by paparazzi? Now they had a security team following them ‘from a distance’

Things like that.

Problem: Yugi thinks this is Seto sending people to follow them to get him or Atem to duel.

He goes over to Seto to be like. ‘Hey we’re friends now. If you want something from me, like a duel, just ask me. Don’t send a goon squad to follow me. It’s freaking Jaden out.’

Seto hears two separate statements. ‘If you want me ask.’ And ‘security is scaring Jaden’ he will take care of that later.

He takes care of number 1 first and asks Yugi out. Yugi’s brain kinda breaks. Looking back he can see how everything Kaiba has been doing can be seen as either sweet or flirty in the most Seto Kaiba way ever. Because of this, and the fact that he’s not used to people actually flirting with him, made him totally miss the fact that he was being flirted with? Courted?

(All the people who flirt with him at tournaments actually want Atem or so he thinks. It’s hard sharing a body with someone for years because people outside their group don’t know. Yugi just naturally assumes that anyone that flirts with him really wants Atem, because Atem’s confident and wonderful. Yugi still has only kid insecurities.)

Seto also has no idea how to human when it comes to things like dating. He was raised to conquer businesses. He’s pretty sure your not suppose force people to date you (Mokuba said no) and your not suppose to pay them. So he has to get Yugi’s attention some other way. Mokuba is the point of reference and reason. “Do something nice for him. Talk to him. Show him you care.”

But he’s Seto, rich boy, Kaiba and he’s pursuing Yugi, if I’m near anything expensive I’ll have anxiety about breaking it, Muto. Yugi, for better and worse, isn’t interested in his wealth.

What is Yugi interested in?? Games and his friends.

He already hired Yugi and Atem to Kaiba Corp.

this is before he started pursuing Yugi. It was because he over heard them taking finances once. Its was going to be hard having Yugi, Atem, Solomon, and Jaden in one house.

He can’t just give them money, Yugi and Atem would refuse. He thinks Solomon might burn it to prove a point.

Yugi is going to college, Atem though is new to the world and still figuring out his place. Seto offered him a job at play testing games. Atem will probably beat all of them, but it will help show the flaws in the program, were things are to easy or to hard, and no one knows how to think outside the box quite like Yugi and Atem.

Atem is skeptical at first, thinking the job is just dueling Seto all day long. Which fun but no. But after hearing the actual job and pay. He takes it. (He talks with Yugi before doing so and they agree)

Later at the end of Yugi’s semester they have a final project to create a game. Their freshman so it’s not suppose to be that impressive. Yugi knocks it out of the park. Like a few tweaks and it’s ready to be sold.

He starts getting offers from other businesses. Pegasus, Zigfried, and others to higher him.

Seto isn’t losing his rival to another company. (And ya maybe the crush played a role but you can’t say Yugi didn’t earn his spot) so he highest Yugi as a game designer.

This makes there failed flirting worse and better. Because some co-workers think Seto only higher Yugi because he likes him. This gets swiftly shut down because of Yugi’s skill at his job, but there are still whispers of favoritism. They are also the most entertaining water cooler gossip of all time. Especially once they start dating. They go through all the proper channels to make dating an employee as ethically sound as possible. (They’re 19 and have known each other forever, it’s not surprising to outsiders. But Seto is still a CEO and held to certain standards when starting a relationship.) but all the other workers get a free show of watching their boss trying to flirt with his boyfriend.

It back to topic. They already have jobs so he can’t offer them that and they won’t take money without reason.

Yugi is interested in games and friends. So Seto will play games and ‘help’ his friends.

Problem. All these people are used to Seto only doing ‘nice’ thinks when he wants something (which he wants something but he’s genuinely not trying to trick them, he for once is trying to be nice) and they are not having it (Seto’s over here like I get it but let me grow as a person)

He’s trying to flirt with Yugi. A part of liking Yugi is being around his friends (preferably getting a long with them) everyone thinks Seto is finally joining the friend group but they are wary (some more than others, Joey and Tristian)

He’s someone who only knows how to show he cares through taking care of someone (you have a problem he removes it) (his love language is acts of service you can’t convince me otherwise wise)

unfortunately he’s not the best at telling people what he’s doing or asking them how they want help. He will learn but it’s ruff in the beginning.

Leading us back to. ‘Hey your goons are scaring my kid. Can you maybe call them off? If you want to duel just ask.’

‘Will you go out with me?’

They talk it out. Seto revealing all the nice things he’s done.

‘So is this why you hired me?’ ‘No I hired you because you’re competent. But I do like you because you’re competent.’

‘The goon squad?’ ‘Reporters weren’t leaving you and Jaden alone so I made them leave you alone.’

‘Joey’s sponsorship?’ ‘I wouldn’t have offered if he was going to embarrass me. He’s not on our level but he is, (big sigh) a good duelist. You value your friends so I value your friends. He earned his spot in the pro leagues. Money should be the thing that stops him from entering.’

This is also the time that Seto reveals he’s started planning duel academy because he wants Jadne to be able to have a ‘normal’ high school experience. Plus it’s a solid business move and the more he looked into it the better it was. He’s actually making 5 schools all around the world. It started out of love for Jaden but will now help so many kids.

And look Yugi always had a crush on Seto. But they have both grown and changed as people. To see Seto now verse the Seto he knew at the start of season 1. He’s grown a lot.

They talk out a lot of things. Mainly Seto’s instinctual need to fix his loved ones problems vs actually talking to them about what they want/what he’s doing.

The do end up on that date though.

Now everyone else’s reactions….. that’s a story for another time.

#dad yugi #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #yugi moto #yugi mutou #seto kaiba #rivalshipping

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dreamerfms · 3 months ago

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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { NOA BRAUNSTEIN } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is? they kind of look like { MAUDE APATOW } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { TWENTY-SEVEN } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { TWENTY-ONE YEARS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { CHER HOROWITZ } from { CLUELESS }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { MATCHMAKER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE SHOPAHOLIC } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { MATERIALISTIC } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { SWEET } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { THREE ROOM } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

full name : noa yael braunstein birthplace : san francisco, california date of birth : 03 / 13 / 1997 parentage : solomon braunstein & talia foster braunstein ( adoptive ) sibling(s) : ronen braunstein ( adoptive brother ) + other adoptive sibling tba pets : two blue russian cats named coco & donatella occupation : founder of stupid cupid matchmaking business relationship status : single gender identity : cis female ( she/her ) sexual orientation : heterosexual ( maybe idk how to write a fully str8 muse honestly ) faceclaim : maude apatow

BACKGROUND:

from the very beginning, noa’s family dynamic was quite different from the others. her parents met on tv through a dating show in the 90s and were lucky enough to find something that lasted. their romance was a whirlwind, and within a year they were looking into adoption. luck would have it, they'd end up with three babies instead of one.

going from a family of two to five is never easy, and the braunstein's didn't find the transition any easier. they tried their best to split the work, but naturally some dynamics felt stronger than most.

so, it's no surprise when noa is bonded to their dad. she'd sit with him often, watch him work, ramble about all of her big future plans. he'd later be the one she credits for her strong business mind, and for encouraging her to reach for every goal, even if they sound unrealistic to others.

noa never took full notice of how distant she was from her mother until her pre-teen years, a time when a girl needs her mother most. but every interaction felt like she was burdening her mother with questions, almost like she didn't care much for her daughter at all despite the clear love they held for one another. noa simply put it down to the fact that they were two very different people with very different interests, and instead would cling to her father, who had no issue handing over his credit card in order to cheer her up, and who seemed to find her over the top ideas for future ventures endearing rather than unrealistic.

at the age of six, their dad got a new job and the family relocated to florida. it came with more money, and the family was already pretty well off.

at this point, the siblings were inseparable. the definition of frenemies. they'd fight and fight, but ten minutes later would be snuggled up on the couch watching tv. if someone were to pick on ronen, noa would say something and vice versa.

noa thrived in high school, popular and pretty, and keeping her grades afloat despite often being deemed as an airhead with one too many distractions. but home life was strained, clear tension between she and her brother and the bonds with their parents, and by this point every interaction with her mother would end in upset or annoyance.

leaving for college was a breath of fresh air, eyes opened to other ways of life and learning to stand on her own two feet. majoring in business while her minor was fashion. but it wasn't too long before she began to feel the ache of missing the person who knew her best, her brother.

the summer before their junior year, they're able to have a conversation about their parents and all their feelings. it's too late to get her to chicago for the fall semester, but they do all they can and can successfully get her there for the spring.

once they graduated, they actually wanted to come back to florida. chicago was fun and nice, but damn, it was cold. and noa had greatly missed her father and wanted to attempt building bridges with her mother, still to not much avail. some people are simply meant to love each other without actually enjoying one another's solo company.

noa would spend a few years interning for some fashion brands before deciding that she wanted to work for herself, took the risk of setting up her childhood dream of finding peoples perfect match. soon her business was booming, and she still found the time to show off her fashion sense online, building up a following in all aspects of social media.

however, her own love life isn't where she would like it to be. parents setting a high standard of how love is supposed to be that she's found herself very particular. due to this she's been intimate with only two people, both of whom she had great feelings for.

random bits : loves to scrapbook and make vision boards, will use any excuse to go on a shopping spree or have a pamper night, owns way too many pairs of shoes and definitely starts getting ready hours before she has to be somewhere, with multiple outfit changes. has a very strict no kissing until the third date rules. more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a best friend, someone who not only indulges all her ideas but partakes. lots of pamper nights with wine too, and fashion shows galore ( the real kind and also the at home kind too )

first time/high school sweetheart, maybe they even tried to make it work when college rolled around but it was difficult to keep up with.

a more recent ex. perhaps it was a bit of a whirlwind and only lasted a year, maybe two. we can play around with why it ended.

a will they/won't they with someone so opposite/far from what she thinks she wants, yet behind the constant bickering there is clearly a spark.

a frenemy, they like each other but there's definitely some tension there.

clients.

that's all i've got for now ... but so much more.

#palmviewintro #noa.#also big credit to sunny bc she wrote 99% of this ... <3

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obeyme-lost-thought · 1 year ago

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Angst: Our Memories

That another angst. MC is on the verge of death in this one. Maybe an MC replaced(?), but honestly it's just me wanting to cry

A Human that isn't a true one is a big problem for the 3 world and someone wants to change it. You try to fight, but how much can you take ?

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How many time did I come back ? 3... 10... 25 ? But it doesn't change anything. They will always be a step forward from me.

With this pacts, this friendship, this love... Is it so wrong?

Angels, Demons, Socerers... A group formed of all the ones who hate me and the brothers. It was a normal day when everything gone wrong. They attacked us with a plane in their minds: death. In the worst case I'm the only one to die, in the best me and the brothers. So now we are in a war. A long war, who we can't win. It's not official; Diavolo can't use Devildom's forces to protect us. But he as a demon will support in every way he can. Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and even Mephistole is helping. Every one is protecting me.

But that doesn't help. They... died.

The twins are dead; Asmo is dead; Luke is dead; Mephistole is dead. And the others aren't better. Satan lost the arms; Leviathan is paralyzed from the waist down; Simeon lost an eyes and a hand; Solomon is in a come fighting death. Only the strongest are intact. And me? I'm fine, I'm always fine.

As this moment repeats in all the timelines, Mammon is always screaming. Asking Barbatos to make me come back in times, getting Diavolo's approval, saying goodbye to the one who are still here... and seeing Lucifer holding back Mammon as he try to stop me. But nothing never change.

First I try to inform them of the future war; Then I go more in the past and try to don't make any pacts. Maybe if I'm not so connected to Devildom This damn group won't kill me. But it doesn't change. Any way i try to protect them will end in the same way.

Through, this will be the last time I come back.

"Barbatos, could you send me to the **/**/****?"

"Yes, but why? You weren't even here in this date"

"Just do it."

As I enter in the last portal I'll see, Mammon voice is stabbing my heart

"MC! DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

It would have been better if these weren't the last words I heard. But that is the only option.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in another time line~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I'm taking to my friend, I see the neighbours' son, Tim, wave to me. I say goodbye and go in his direction for greet him. It's been a year form when I saw him. He went in another state for an exchange students program.

We sit on the ground in his garden in front of the house. As time go on, all the things he did seemed a sad story. Only when the sun disappeared we come back to our homes. And after the door closed behind me, tears became my companion for all the nights.

The morning after I come back, the silent of my human world home was noisy. I went out and checked mailbox. It was there, the letter who made me meet the best family I could ever asked or the most affectionate friends. That why I asked Barbatos for this date. It was when I received the proposal to be an exchange student. But this time, i didn't open it. Slowly, as if I was killing with my every step my heart, I put the envelope in my neighbor's mail. Lucifer hadn't really looked at my name or other characteristics when he chose me. A sheet that flies by the wind can contain any information.

If I don't meet them, if I don't establish any kind of physical or emotional bond with them, they will remain alive; this thought allowed me to give the letter to someone else, leaving the Devildom forever.

In the stories that have been told to me, even though he omitted the details about demons, Hell, etc., I recognized the events that I have experienced countless times. But I saw no sign of happiness for the brothers. All their problems that I always slowly solved, were still present and he didn't even realize they existed. Belphi was never named, which means he spent the whole year locked up. Satan's Lucifer complex is still there. The remorse for Lilly is a torment for all of them.

But they are alive.

Time keeps ticking, the new me returns to the Devildom again. I don't think the reason was that the pacts with the brothers made him a threat to the 3 worlds. Not that I'm sure he has any pacts, probably only with Mammon. While he's here in the human world, I sometimes see Solomon from the window. Their discussions are brief, perhaps simple service communications. I would like to shout "Teacher"; I would like to have whole books of spells again to have to memorize, I would like to spend the evenings talking about childish things. But I'm here, locked up in the house.

The time goes and the brothers come here. I don't know who is here among them, if the arrival of Diavolo and Barbatos is scheduled. From the window I see them pass and come to greet Tim. My neighbor is reluctant to hug them and they don't even try to get too close. I still remember when I went to them and the endless hugs.

I feel like I'm watching a bad movie where they changed the protagonist at the last minute and he's a novice actor.

But the real pain is when one day I hear a knock on the door. As soon as I open it, I see my image reflected in the sunglasses slightly covered by white hair.

“Oi… ehh. I'm an acquaintance of ya neighbor and he told me to ask ya to lend him some sugar"

Without saying a word, I head to the kitchen to get the sugar. As I watched him speak the image of him covered in blood superimposed on the current one. I give him the package and close the door, falling to the floor.

The air becomes heavy and I can't breathe.I hear Mammon realizing I'm not well and calling Tim. They open the door and find me in the middle of having a panic attack. I am picked up and carried to Tim's house, where I receive first aid. It all has the opposite effect though; they are all around me, or at least, all of them except Belphi. Memories come back and I feel more and more suffocated.

"Oi Tim! What do we need to do? Yall humans are so complicated!"

"I-I don't know. I don't know why they're having a panic attack"

While they talk, I see again all my lifes. The first time I meet them, all the moments of when i made pacts. Or, on the opposite, the timeline where I didn't forge any. A lot of times when I was in front of a mirror, Asmo joked about how a circle could fit on his arm, alluding to his symbol. What hurts the most is the evening before the start of the battle in my first timeline, the original . I remember that they had given me a necklace with "Morningstar" written on it which, in addition to being one of the names by which Lucifer was known, was also, for them, what us is the "surname". It was a physical object that symbolized how they viewed me as part of their family.

With the necklace in mind, I manage to calm down. I thank Tim and the others, trying as fast as possible to get back to my house.

I lean on the sofa in the living room and collapse from the accumulated stress.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I decide to go to bed. A surprise waited for me, as I find a package with a a box with a ticket leaning on the sheets.

Thank you for holding dear Our Memories

With 7 hearts drawn around the writing, the card looks more and more strange.

I open the box. It was dark blue with stars above it, as if it represented a starry sky. The inside was soft, like those jewelry boxes. In fact, inside was a necklace, or more precisely... THE NECKLACE. As if having held it in mind so long ago, had made it materialize in front of me

How is it possible ?

Who ... did it? And 7 heart... Belphi ? This stars box is clearly one of his choices. How is it possible ?

Maybe... maybe they remember? This time Barbatos sand back they too? If that the case, why they didn't told me anything before.

Turning the paper, all my hopes die, but also a sense of comfort start to create.

"Dear MC. We are writing this letter (?) after you have told us about your regression of times. Because we are in a war, it's not like we can ask you anything, so we have decided to say ours thanks in this way. If for any chance we would not be able to give you all this, Barbatos will do it."

In the last regression, they weren't able to give me the necklace, so they choose to prepare thi gift. They always try to do this silly things. And Barbatos... he choose to remember with me our story, why did he choose this momentfor give me the box?

Actually for the last question, I think I know why. Of course he's here, maybe he also have seen me have a panic attack. What the best moment for remember me that they have loved me

But still... now we are stranger... I'm a nobody...

Oh...

I miss them all.

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Is it evident the ORV reference of repeating of timeline ?

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666writingcafe · 1 year ago

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Lucifer's Wish

What were you thinking about around the time the charm took effect?

Content Warning: angst, mention of life in the Celestial Realm (not graphic, but still sad nevertheless)

Silence.

I can't believe my brothers. Why can't they answer a simple question?

"I suppose I'll go first," I sigh.

"Great," Mammon grumbles. "He's going to be the most challenging."

"Then maybe you should have volunteered sooner," MC snaps, causing Mammon to gulp. I try my best to stop myself from smiling. I enjoy seeing this side of MC, the one where they don't take shit from anybody. It's a much needed balance to their often childlike, naive kindness.

"I was mulling over how best to punish Mammon for serving as the bookie for the bloody moon competition," I explain. "I heard he made quite a bit of money doing it."

"But it was official!" Mammon protests. "Nothing illegal this time!"

"You should have told me before you accepted the job. Instead, I had to find out through that stupid news show along with everyone else." Mammon gulps again, sensing my anger. "I thought about giving you a stern talking-to and leaving it at that, but then I suddenly had this thought. For a moment, all I could think about was this most earnest and genuine desire."

"Does it involve letting other people choose Mammon's punishment?" Asmo asks. "Because I know you'd get tons of views if you livestreamed that."

"And they could donate money to be able to come up with more elaborate punishments," Levi adds.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" Mammon shouts.

"It's nothing that extreme," I comfort. "I just wish there was some way I could make Mammon become a proper demon."

"You'll have to be more specific," MC chimes in. "Because it can be argued that Mammon is acting properly as the Avatar of Greed, but clearly you're wanting him to behave differently."

"Then, allow me to rephrase: I wish Mammon was more honest and didn't insist on making things difficult for everyone around him."

"That's it!" Levi exclaims. "We're screwed. That's not even within the realm of possibility! Lucifer, why did you have to wish for something that will never, ever, ever come true?!"

"Actually, I have an idea," MC responds. "If we could get to the root of why Mammon acts the way he does, then we can work on ways to improve his behavior that would actually stick."

"You know I'm still here, right?!" Mammon whines. Ignoring him, MC leaves the living room briefly and returns with their D.D.D. They hit different parts of their screen, and soon a ringing noise fills the room.

"Hello, MC," Barbatos greets on the other end of the line. "How can I help you?" Interesting choice. I thought they would have called Solomon.

"Levi tried playing a game before the official release date, and now we're stuck in a time loop," MC explains. "The only way to break it is to make everyone's wish come true."

"I see. Sounds intriguing. What do you need me to do?"

"I was wondering if you had an object at the castle that could make someone tell the truth." Mammon's vigorously shaking his head, but I'm afraid it's too late for him. MC has their mind set.

"I have many objects. Do you want something permanent or removable?" I see now why MC called Barbatos. Solomon certainly could have made a truth serum, but there's no telling how long that would last.

"Removable."

"And who are you wanting to use this object on?"

"Mammon." I can imagine the amused look developing on Barbatos' face.

"Give me one moment, and I'll be there."

"Thank you, Barbatos." MC ends the call, and immediately Mammon starts complaining about how unfair they're treating him using some rather...colorful language. I'm surprised MC's able to keep their composure, because I know that I can't.

Barbatos shows up quickly behind Mammon as he's making a fuss and slips something on his wrist.

"What the hell?!" Mammon shouts once he senses the object on his skin.

"It's a bangle," Barbatos states calmly.

"Why'd you put it on me?!"

"I am simply complying with MC's request."

"Where did you even get something like that?" Satan asks.

"That is not pertinent." MC snorts in amusement. I wonder if they know that he did that intentionally to help protect me from a potential prank. While my relationship with Satan has certainly improved, there are still times we get under each other's skin.

"How do you feel, Mammon?" Asmo inquires.

"Incredibly pissed off at the lot of ya!" Mammon yells.

"Perfect. It's working," Barbatos observes. "MC, you are now free to ask him any question you desire." MC nods their head in response. This is about to get quite interesting.

"Mammon, do you enjoy annoying Lucifer?" Straight to the point, I see.

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

"Absolutely not. I admire him, actually." That I knew. Apparently, my other brothers didn't, for they look like they're about to choke on their own spit. Mammon grows flustered as he sees their reactions.

"Ignore them," MC tells him. "Just focus on me."

"But I didn't want them to know that I like and respect him!"

"Why not?"

"Because they'd make fun of me for it."

"What do you like about Lucifer?"

"He's everything I aspire to be: dignified, honorable, well-liked...the list goes on, really."

"And yet you act the complete opposite of him."

"Only because everyone expects me to."

"Due to your sin?" Mammon nods his head.

"If I didn't act this way, then people wouldn't take me seriously. They'd abandon me." My stomach sinks. I think I know why he feels the way he does.

"Have people abandoned you before for not behaving the way they wanted you to?"

"Yes, in the Celestial Realm. I was considered defective. I don't even want to know what would have happened if Lucifer hadn't taken me in." I remember that day clearly. It marked the beginning of the end of my stay at the Celestial Realm, for the whole situation didn't make sense to me. Mammon couldn't control the circumstances of his creation, and yet everyone acted like it was his fault that he came out imperfect. The way Father was ready to discard him and start over without giving him a chance to prove himself made my blood boil.

As Barbatos takes the bangle off and leaves us behind, I begin feeling that same rage, but this time it's towards myself. I failed to protect Mammon.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me brothers #obey me barbatos

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devildom-moss · 2 years ago

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Human Dating Advice (pt.3, NSFW)

(Simeon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Simeon) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: lingerie on Simeon, “angel” pet name for Simeon, handjob, super mild bondage, consent and check-ins, cum eating by Simeon)

Word count: +1700

(pt.1)

(pt.2)

“Let’s take this to bed.”

Simeon bit his lip and tightened his grip around your hands to try to contain his joy, but he smiled, nonetheless. His heart seemed to pause in his chest, like it wanted to savor your consent between beats. He let go of your hands and offered you his arm instead, “may I?”

You slipped your arm into his, and he guided you back to Purgatory Hall. Initially, he wanted to reserve a nice hotel room, but that felt presumptuous, and he selfishly craved your scent getting caught in his bed sheets. Once at the door, he held a finger up to his lips.

“They should be out,” he whispered, “but let’s be quiet for now.”

The walk to his bedroom was clear. Simeon opened the door for you, and once you were both safely out of sight, he breathed a sigh of relief. He laughed, “thank goodness. I’ve never been so afraid in my life.”

“What about when they come back?” you asked.

“Don’t worry.” Simeon grabbed a crystal pendulum from his desk and wrapped it around his doorknob a few times. You looked at him, confused. Was that supposed to be Purgatory Hall’s version of a sock on the door? And wasn’t that supposed to go outside? Simeon giggled at you, “it’s a gift from Solomon. He gave it to me a while ago to help aid my focus while writing. It’s got a charm on it: no sound in, no sound out – except for the door itself. If someone knocks on it, we’ll hear, but other than that, we can make as much noise as we want.”

“You really thought about this, didn’t you?”

“Of course. I wanted us to be in a comfortable, familiar space, but I didn’t want to have to hold back or create an uncomfortable situation for anyone else.” He mostly meant Luke.

“You’re always so thoughtful, angel.”

“It’s only so you can make me thoughtless later.” Simeon moved closer to you, softly pressing your back against the door. His hands slid down your shoulders and squeezed your arms slightly. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t speak, answering him by pulling him against you by the waist and kissing him. Simeon’s grip on you loosened so he could wrap his arms around your neck. He was flush against you, but he was desperate to feel closer. His neediness was evident in the way he kissed back. You bit his lip and he moaned into it. You took advantage of the moment and turned him in your arms so that his back was against the door now.

Even though no one had been around just moments ago, he suddenly worried whether the quiet thud of his body against the door had resounded in an empty hallway or if someone had heard. To his surprise, it turned him on. It was as close to risky behavior as he could get without exposing himself. You brought this out of him, and he needed you to take responsibility. You did so, perfectly. Letting go of his waist, you grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and pinning him against the door. He whimpered.

“Is this okay, angel?” You pulled away and stared at Simeon’s face. His eyes were more lustful than you had ever seen, and he panted sweetly.

“You make me feel like deep magenta lilacs being crushed in your lovely hands – like you ravage me and ravish me with affection, and I’m content to just stain your hands with my scent. Display me, consume me, destroy me – whatever you want.”

“Angel, if it’s too intense –”

“It’s perfect; you’re perfect. Please don’t stop.” Simeon pouted, his desire overwhelming his composure.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” you chuckled into his ear. He shivered. Mischievously, you started to kiss his neck, nipping at him on occasion to hear his honey-voice moan into the echo chamber of his room. Lust clouded him to how erotic he was acting. His turtleneck collar prevented you from kissing any lower. “Angel, can we lose the sweater? I’ll warm you up if you get cold.”

That ushered some sense back into him. He smiled at you so sweetly, it was hard to believe that he was gasping and moaning seconds ago. “Actually, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” You released him from your grasp only for him to take your hands back and pull you towards the bed. He sat down and looked up at you.

“Unwrap me,” he urged you.

“What?”

“I want you to strip me,” Simeon admitted, the shyness back in his voice, “if you don’t mind.”

“Gladly. Is this my surprise?”

“Not quite,” he smiled, rather pleased with himself.

You parted his legs gently with your knee and leaned closer to him. With two fingers, you pulled the hem of his sweater up, intentionally grazing his stomach along the way. Your fingers came in contact with what felt like warm metal at his waist. You hummed curiously, and Simeon looked up at you sexily. Tracing up his side with your other hand, feeling a soft strap at his side, you managed to pull his sweater up to his chest. Underneath, he was wearing some kind of white harness. You were eager to see the whole thing, but that want was overshadowed by a sadistic desire to draw out the moment. Slowly, you lifted the sweater over his head, stopping just before releasing his hands. Simeon sat there so patiently, almost begging you to push him further. Maybe you had spent too much time with Lucifer (and his causal bondage hobby), but you quickly moved the back of Simeon’s sweater over his hands so that his wrists had slipped through the neck hole, creating a loose restraint.

“H-hey,” Simeon interrupted before you could pull back and really stare at him.

“Problem, angel?” you whispered into his ear.

“Pants too,” he looked down, motioning to the half you’d forgotten. All the shame had left him when you kissed him like you had.

“So impatient,” you teased. It was only fair since the straps of his harness did seem to lead further down. It would be rude to ruin the surprise. You pushed him on his back gently, leaving a tender kiss just above his right hip before kneeling before him to leisurely remove his pants.

Actually, you were lying. Simeon was being obediently – saintly – patient. He hadn’t squirmed or struggled once, even though he had trouble seeing you from this angle, and he wanted to see your face immensely – but even more so, he wanted to see how you were looking at him. With his pants discarded to the side, you stood up to admire your present.

Simeon was so pretty. A lacy white collar around his neck was attached to a silver ring with a silky strap that fell down his chest and to his waist. There, it connected to a silver heart ring, where a lacy strap that resembled the collar wrapped around his waist. Another heart ring on each of Simeon’s sides connected the fabric around his waist to two straps that clipped onto his white lace underwear. He even wore matching lace garters with heart rings that dug into his thighs just slightly. Diavolo knows where he got something like this – or rather, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Asmo probably all knew (and Thirteen, and Leviathan). Your breath caught momentarily.

“You’re so sexy, angel,” you crawled on top of him.

It was pure bliss for Simeon as he looked up into your hungry eyes. He started to wonder if he was allowed to feel more heavenly under you than he had ever felt in the Celestial Realm – and you had barely started. You kissed his neck and caressed his thighs. The loose restraint you placed on him, which was now more mental than physical, began to feel tortuous. His moans became more desperate.

“MC, I want to touch you,” he whined. You chuckled and gently slid your hand over his crotch.

“We are touching.”

“You’re touching.” He bucked into your hand without much thought. “That’s not fair.”

“Angel, I’m being plenty fair. I’m rewarding you for such a thoughtful gift, but I suppose I could sweeten the deal.”

You kissed him roughly, but with a conversely tender touch, you slipped your hand into his underwear. Simeon writhed for you. When you pulled back from the kiss he was panting. He was so hard, and for the sake of his lingerie, you unclipped his underwear from the harness and threw them in the general direction of his pants. With his erection fully exposed, you stroked him slowly, stopping occasionally to thumb the tip, lubricating your hand with pre-cum.

Simeon’s eyes were glossy, and his lips were parted, as if he wanted to speak, but his mind was filled with so much sensual pleasure that words escaped the author. In the blur of the bedroom, you were the only clear thing to him, and he couldn’t even reach out and touch his anchor. Drowning was supposed to be terrifying, but you made it feel so good. You caressed his cheek with your free hand, the other preoccupied with giving him pleasure.

“Is it okay, my angel?”

Your voice and gentle touch reached him through the haze; with watery eyes and a weak voice he whispered, “so good.”

You could feel him throbbing and his face had started to flush. Given how compliant he had been today, you wanted to give him explicit permission to let go. “Are you close, angel?”

“Mhm,” he managed with a nod.

“Cum for me, Simeon, my angel. Whenever you’re ready, don’t hold back.”

Simeon bucked into your hand. It was good, but he wanted more. He needed just a bit more of you to push him over the edge.

“Kiss me, please,” he begged between shaky breaths.

You obliged him, kissing him with the sweetness you had shown him early that day: like warm sheets on a winter morning. Your hand didn’t stop, and you felt him gasp.

“MC, I’m-”

“Go ahead, angel.”

He ground his hips up into you before arching his back slightly and cumming in your hand. The release did nothing to clear his mind of the sultry fog that encompassed him. Half out-of-it, he sat up and took your cum-stained hand in his still-restricted hands. Simeon held your wrist and licked your fingers clean, sucking on your ring finger longer than necessary.

“You’re such a good angel for me,” you chuckled. With your other hand, you smoothed back his hair and kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”

“I feel so float-y. Thank you, MC, but I just want more of you.”

“We have all night, my angel. The date isn’t over yet.”

(pt.3, SFW)

A/N: I got a little too into this, honestly. I’m going to work on the SFW version next, but after that, if you like my writing and have a character or request, feel free to drop by my ask box, and I’ll see what happens.

#simeon #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me simeon #simeon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon smut #obey me smut

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lucy-dulap · 6 months ago

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I have a long way to go until Abaddon, so let me just write smth for it.

Asmodeus was very aware that the child of his ex was wondering around hell. Not only that, but they were being followed by that elusive dragon that Lucifer seemed to gatekeep between the borders of his kingdom.

To say he was intrigued would be the understatemant of the century. He needed the two of them. Here, now, with him. Not even necesserly in a sexual way. He needed to see them, hear them, feel them. A need like this rarely showed itself in Asmodeus, especially after his wife's passing. His eyes were wide and he was practicly shivering with excitment.

"DANTALIAN!" he roared and the younger devil ran upstairs, subconciously knowing that something important must have happened for his father to raise his voice over his usual whisper. Before he could even speak, Asmodeus ripped his shirt and wrote down the name of the two on his skin.

"Lucy and Gamigin... wait Gamigin, I think I know that guy."

"I don't care. Seduce them and bring them here to me." The king stormed into his chambers, chains ratling as he walked.

Dantalian had spoken with Gamigin in the past and he knew that him and Lucy were dating and have been for a few months now. While Gamigin rarely posted on social media, that wasn't the case for the rest of hell. A celebrity like MC was bound to get stalked by many. It didn't take long before the young prince pin pointed Lucy's location to be a famous club Abyssos. The perfect place to strike, and it was close too!

Neither Lucy nor Gamigin liked the club. The music was too loud, everyone was wasted on the floor, people were humping eachother in the middle of the dance floor. Lucy was hidden behind a stack of clothing besides Gamigin, but once they sneezed, the whole club went silent.

"THE CHILD OF SOLOMON IS HERE!" Gamigin tried to protect Lucy from the crowd but it was too big for one person to fight off. Lucy was grabbed from all limbs and pulled in different directions. They started to hyperventilate and the devils pushed something into their mouth to calm them down. Gamigin was loud, but the crowd was louder and Lucy felt their thoughts becoming fuzzy. Everything seemed so far away and they could swear they could feel the skin stratching across their body.

In their intoxicated state, they saw Gamigin somewhere in the crowd and instictively walked towards him. "Gami... Gami, I'm gonna... feed the duckies..."

Gamigin dragged them to his chest and started caressing their hair. "There there, you'll be fine, it was just a bit of alcohol. You won't die from a glass of wine."

As on queue, Lucy puked on Gamigin's shirt, dranching it in vomit. Dantalian's disguise faltered for a second. Did the human just do what he thinks they did. He was disgusted by the display and puzzled regarding the tolerance of the poor being.

"I'll go... to the bathroom to grab something to wash this off." Dantalian whispered before running to a corner. An idea struck him and instead of cleaning himself, he just shapeshifted into Lucy and ran up to Gamigin.

"Love, I have suffered great misfortune. Can we please go outside so you may take care of me, great doctor Gamigin~?" He tried to say it in the most seductive way possible as he grabbed Gamigin's flat chest.

"What?! Are you ok? Seems like there's still alcohol in your system. Do you have to go outside? I have a water bottle ready just in case. Did anyone try to mate with you?" Gamigin was speaking loudly and swiftly, as he dragged the disguised Dantalian outside the club and into the strange alley way.

"Oh, doctor~ why don't you take off my dirty shirt? We can both strip eachother and have a full physical exam."

Gamigin.exe has stopped working. He pressed his free hand on Dantalian's forhead. "I think you have a fever."

"Of course, doctor! I'm in heat because of you~" Dantalian tried very hard to seduce Gamigin but only seemed to concern him more. The dragon looked left and right paniced. "I heard Furfur opened a clinic here in Abyssos, perhaps he could help us. Why are the streets of this country so complicated!" Gamigin took out his phone to try and find the clinic, but before he could press search the real Lucy got out of the bar.

If Gamigin was confused before, now he was uterly lost. Dantalian took of his disguise and growned. "For fuck's sake, just have sex!" The two lovers blushed but they kept staring puzzled at the other demon.

"His majesty Asmodeus sent me to take you to Abaddon." Dantalian gave up on being sneaky and just confested. "Oh, we are going there tonight! We already have the train tickets bought and ready." Now it was Dantalian's turn to be confused, but a smile creeped on his face.

"23 o'clock train, Abyssos-Abaddon 3 hour ride?"

Gamigin and Lucy nodded and Dantalian beamed.

"Me too! Let's go, friends, we wouldn't want to miss the train. I'll keep you in my bedroom during the ride. It's quite late so you might want to sleep."

With that, the three youngsters took the train to the horny jail of Hell, Abaddon.

#lucy dulap #whb lucy #whb oc

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years ago

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The Dates before Christmas: Raphael

Santa's Reindeer, Raphael (Raphael X MC)

Summary: You thought that this might be the chance for you get Raphael's attention since you both drew Reindeer as your costumes for an event with the Student Council.

Note: This is part of @blackwings-with-angeleyes's The Dates before Christmas / On the Naughty List for Christmas. Also this is my first time writing for Raphael 😇

“I know you would look so cute wearing a Reindeer costume, plus~ with a red nose. You’ll be Rudolf's long lost brother. Raphael” You smile as you finish up suiting Raphael in a “Sexy” Rudolf two piece costume, with the sleeves and end of the pants with white fur to add some white in a totally brown costume.

“I don’t see why we have to dress up as Reindeers while the others are elves and Santa and Miss Claus.”

“We both drew Reindeer. Blame whoever ever wrote the choices on pieces of paper.” You move to his vest and make sure that you don’t ruin his work. “Besides, Luke is with us as Reindeer.” You were hoping that this could’ve been a couples thing, but alas Luke drew Reindeer too. And besides. You and Raphael aren’t really a thing.

You often drop hints that you are interested in him, but he often did not see it or is completely and utterly clueless with your advances.

You sigh internally at your silly attempt-

“Ouch!” Raphael’s almost quiet cry snaps you out of your train of thought. It turns out you accidentally prick his side with one of the needles which was helping you keep things in place.

“Oh I’m sorry” you quickly pull the needle and hands away.

“It's fine. I was just startled, that's all” He rubs his hand, assuming where you poke him with a needle. With the same neutral expression on his face.

“Right, okay. Again sorry. I’ll- I’ll go and help Luke with his Costume” You quickly pack up and rush out of the room, not giving Raphael a chance to say something.

You power walk down the halls of Purgatory hall with your face all heated up with embarrassment, you want to slap yourself for making such a fool of yourself.

You feel you can’t face him, right now or at the party. “Oh great”

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Later that day, you get dressed in your costume and head to RAD first instead of waiting for Luke and Raphael. You did help Luke, but you didn’t stay and told the little Angel that you would get dressed at the house of lamentation and made an excuse of needing to do some finishing touches on your costume.

The whole Academy joined in the event, though all the other students were wearing just Christmas and winter theme clothes, while the student council, exchange students and Mephistopheles for some reason are the only ones who are wearing Christmas Costume as agreed. And after what you did, you wish the entire student body were wearing costumes too, it would help you hide from Raphael.

Beel and Thirteen are Santa and Miss Claus respectively, Simeon is Jack Frost, Diavolo is a Frosty the SnowMan, Barbatos is a Yeti and the other brothers and Solomon are Elves. And Mephisto is a Reindeer too.

Lucky for you, even if you stand out wearing a Reindeer costume, there you and the rest of the group aren’t restricted in one place and all of you are free to walk around the Academy.

And since it was a Holiday event at RAD, there weren't any classes to attend. So you plan to avoid Raphael for the whole day.

Before noon, it seems that your plan is working. Not once you saw him, you did see Luke who was looking for you and told you that Raphael is looking for you.

You lie to him saying you’ll meet him but won’t. After hearing that he went off to the Newspaper room to meet up Mephisto,

All well so far.

Until the clock strikes noon, as you walk down the hall with a please look on your face. You soon saw a red nose turning a corner, there Raphael turned his eyes and spotted you. Your pleasing smile immediately drops and you quickly turn heels and run the opposite direction. You heard him calling out your name and soon you heard footsteps chasing after you. You know you can outrun him. He used to chase down the brothers with a spare in hand, but now nothing is slowing him down. What’s more annoying, you're wearing a slay bell collar as part of your costume, which means it's going to be impossible to lose him when you have the sound of Christmas ringing every step you take.

You didn’t know what to do. But you did something insane. You made a hard turn and leaped out the window.

Was that insane? Yes, but you much prefer having broken bones then confronting your feelings- Wait! You have magic. So you use it on yourself to help you gently land down on the ground.

As soon your feet touch the ground, you pant and look over your shoulder and smile feeling that you actually escape him. But soon you were shocked to see Raphael. Leap out the window too.

Things slow down for you as you watch an angel with a stir look on his face leap out the window as if he was just leaping over a box. His blue eyes shine for a moment, making your heart pound, and even with red nose and antlers. Raphael isn't less beautiful at all. In fact you remember one of the reasons you fell for him.

Everything around you starts to move back normally and you watch as Raphael lands gracefully on his foot and knee like some sort of super human. Which he is!

You snap out of your ogling state and quickly get back to running. You didn’t see him roll his shoulder and when he set his sights on you, with one boost from his foot, he made a dash at you at extreme speed, before you knew it. He quickly scoops you up in his arms and slows down by grinding his feet to a halt, turning to his side and sliding down for a couple of feet before stopping completely. You hide your face with your arms, and have the courage to look him in the eye.

Both of you ignore a bunch of eyes on you by the students near the area, all just witnessing what just happened seconds ago.

All they saw was one of Santa’s Reindeer leap out of the window, followed by a serious looking Rudolf. Then he sprinted and scooped up the first Reindeer in his arms. Even with the silly red nose and antlers.

Raphael quickly stood up straight and turned around and walked with you in his arms, back to the building where both just jumped out off. Raphael pays no mind to the chatter around him as he carries you.

Once back in the building, he looks around and spots an open classroom. He heads there and finds the classroom is empty. He enters and kicks the door shut behind him and walks straight to the desk in front of the class. Once there he sets you down and you quickly turn your back on him. He raises a brow at your choice of action.

“Why are you avoiding me all morning?” Straight forwards as ever, which makes it even worse at your part. He doesn’t know how you felt about him, so seeing how you've behaved all morning seems cruel on your part.

You can’t do that to him.

So you have to say it, even if you get rejected or worse.

“I… I was embarrassed for what I did earlier”

“I told you it was fine-”

“No! It's not just that. I was embarrassed about how I feel about you.” You drop your arms and hang your head low as you continue “I tried to give hints that I like you more than just friends. But I think I was wrong. You don’t seem to be interested. And after what I did earlier might seem small to you. To me, it was a realization of how silly and stupid I was for doing all does hints-”

“I thought that’s how you treat everyone and don’t want to assume or misinterpret things.” Raphael cuts you off, which took you by surprise.

“What?”

“From what I heard from Luke and Simeon. And how the brothers talk about you. I thought that I was getting the same kind treatment as the rest of them.” Raphael closes his eyes, tilt his head slightly up and sighs “Plus, with all the other guys around you. I thought that I would never get a chance, Especially how we just known each other for just a couple of months”

He kinda does have a point. From his point of view, he seems to have no chance against the brothers, the royals Simeon and Solomon. Plus he wasn’t trying to stand out and is fine being in the background.

But that was one of his charms that drew you into him. That he wasn’t trying to impress you or win your affection. Thus spending time with him naturally with no underline hint of affection. Well at least not from the start. Now you do have feelings for this angel and it seems he does as well with you.

You shoot your shot here, if he rejects then no hard feelings. “Are you…” You lift your head up and look over your shoulder to see his face“Are you interested in being more than just?”

He opens his eyes, looks into yours before giving you a small yet genuine smile. “Yes. Are you?”

You bit your lip and nodded while playing around with the sleeve of your costume. “Yeah.”

He let out a small chuckle, then pulled up and offered his hand to you. You turn to face him, hesitated for a moment before reaching and taking his hand into yours.

Then he gently pulls you towards him and into a hug. Your face burns hotter, as you feel your arms touching his abs. Damn him for wearing a white crop top as part of his costume. That might have made up for him wearing a silly bright red nose and antlers.

Then before long you start to relax and press your cheek against his collar bone. “Come on. Day is still young” You nod and pull back enough to look him in his eyes. You smile and he smiles back.

You two left that classroom hand in hand and enjoyed the whole day. You two manage to keep this under the radar right up until the after class party in the council room.

Where you two walk in together holding hands which immediately draw attention from the others, especially the brothers. Raphael sighs while you smile as if it was just a regular party.

Luke rushes over and greets you and comments how good you and Raphael looked even with the silly antlers, he was nervous since he in-charge of making all of the antlers while you and Raphael did the sewing, with Mephisto just providing the materials.

Speaking of the noble, he walked with a faint blush on his cheeks, it seemed that he got some teasing from the others it seemed. His reindeer costume isn’t as revealing as Raphael and added the red nose that Raphael is wearing, but he seems to be embarrassed by the costume overall.

Asmo walks over and asks to take a pic of Santa’s Reindeers with a cocky smile. You and Luke agree, Mephisto starts complaining, while Raphael stands there silent.

The first pic was with only you four reindeers, next you, Raphael and Mephisto pose in front of the slay with Luke sitting next to Beel in the slay who looks great in his Santa outfit, he even has the bread and fake belly too.

You, Luke and Beel smiled at the Camera, while Mephisto pouts and Raphael had his typical non expression, but smirked for a bit when he saw you smiling brightly.

After that all of you went off in different groups, Raphael chatting with Lucifer, Barbatos, Solomon and Mephisto. While you're chatting with Simeon and Levi. Neither of them brought up the relationship.

As the night goes on, everyone expects Luke, are almost drunk due to the eggnog having Demonus in it. The ones who can handle their drinks are chatting, while the ones who are practically drunk are starting to liven up the party.

Luke, who is trying his best to stay awake, asks you to walk him back to Purgatory Hall. Of course you agree and tell him to wait while you make sure Raphael knows that you're leaving early with Luke.

He told you that he was waiting for you, he stayed sober for Luke sake since He insist of Simeon having fun with the others and you.

You three wave goodbye and head out.

As you three walk downtown seeing how Christmas themes are the streets are. Luke stopped, had a look of awe in his eyes. “Look! It's starting to snow!” You two stop and look up in the night sky to see snow start falling.

You smile wide as you stick out your hand and let the snow fall onto your palm. You watch as the snow lands and see how precious a snowflake is.

Luke does the same thing and even sticks out his touch to catch a snowflake.

As you two enjoy the snow fall. Raphael watches happily from the back.

Then he notices your hair is collecting snowflakes, and steps closer and uses his hand to brush off the snow of your hair, causing you to turn to him. He looks at you with a small smile before leaning in and gives your lips a quick peck. His red nose boops your nose then leans back. Before turning around and looking back at you two, he doesn’t seem to notice that Raphael kissed you.

“Looks like we're having a Snowy Christmas” He proudly announced which made you two look at each other and smile.

“Yeah it seems that way.” Raphael says to Luke, he smiles and turns to face forward and starts walking, with one last glance as each other. You two grab each other's hands, walking hand in hand as the sound of your slay bells rings as you walk as snow fell from the sky, and the flash of green and red of the store lights shine the streets

That walk back to Purgatory hall captures the feeling of Christmas.

#The Dates before Christmas #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me raphael #obey me luke #obey me mc #obey me raphael x reader #obey me raphael x mc

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jenn0wow · 1 year ago

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Nightwing finds out about Oracle quick fic

In this AU, Barbara has a chronic illness/pain that causes her to stop being Batgirl and to become Oracle in secret. Dick has big fight with Barbara due to her still trying to push herself despite her pain, and so for a few years, they aren’t close until Oracle is forced to work with Nightwing. Only the Birds of Prey know Oracle is Barbara. Also they’re like technically exes in this but not really because they never really dated (perhaps it was a situationship, an emotional affair, ya know)

(Also Solomon is not Solomon Grundy, but just a place holder name for some Gotham villain kinda guy. I’m too lazy to change it lol)

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Barbara turned around in her chair and saw him coming towards her. Why today? Today wasn’t a good day. She stood up slowly from her seat. Her joints hurt.

“Oracle? Oracle, are you there? I lost the signal on him. Maybe you could—“

Barbara in a hushed tone said, “He’s here.”

Nightwing looked around. “Here? Where’s here? My here—“ he stopped talking when he heard a muffled deep voice in his ear.

“This is a swanky set up you got here.” The man said to Barbara. “I thought you’d look scarier, but I guess it’s easy to hide behind a screen.”

“I have this placed rigged, Solomon.” That was a lie. She honestly didn’t think she’d ever be in danger, here, at the Clock Tower. “Don’t come closer.”

Dick listened in. “Oracle? What’s happening? Oracle?” He started to pace on the rooftop.

“You wouldn’t dare ruin this, little girl.” He said. “This is all you have, right? You wouldn’t want it all ruined?”

“Computers I can rebuild.” Barbara said. “You of all people know there are things that can’t be rebuilt.”

Jack Solomon’s brow crinkled. His rage takes him over. He charges toward her. Barbara moves as fast as should could out of his way. Barbara lands on her knee, feeling a sharp pain go up her leg. She muffles a grunt with the grit of her teeth. Dick could hear it though.

“Oracle!” Dick yelled. He was looking out at Gotham, wondering where she was, trying to picture what was happening. “Tell me where you are.”

Barbara gets up, balling her fists up tight until her nails are deep into her palm. “I’ve got this.” She ended the call. Listening to him made her feel too vulnerable. She didn’t need that now.

Solomon tosses her chair towards her and she dodges. “You’re on borrowed time, Solomon.” She yelled at him. “Fighting me won’t change that.”

“You’re right.” He said, walking towards her. “But, it sure will make me feel better in the moment.” He slipped on a pair of brass knuckles onto his hand and grinned.

He charged at her once again and she steadied her breath. She charged at him, ignoring the pain in her legs. Pretending she was fine. Pretending she had a cowl on.

Nightwing ran his hand through his hair, unsure what to do. Call birds of prey? He didn’t have any other ideas.

“Dinah.” He steadied his voice.

“You’re lucky I answered.” She said dryly. “What do you want?”

“Oracles in trouble.”

“What do you mean? What?” Her voice turned frantic. “What did you do?”

“We were trailing Jack Solomon and somehow he’s there. He found her. I need to get there.”

“Oh my god, fuck. Hel and I aren’t in Gotham. Oh my god. She told me it was bad day too.”

“What?” A bad day? Dick didn’t know what that meant, but didn’t care right now to ask further.

“God, I—I’m calling her. Bye.” Dinah hung up.

“Just tell me where she is!” Dick leaned back on the chimney behind him.

Barbara dodged his punches, catching one punch and twisting his arm back. He stumbled a bit, but it didn’t do much to phase him. He grabbed her arm and tosses her against the wall.

“Barbara.” Dinah said. “Barbara, are you still—“

“I’m fine.” She coughed. Her hands were shaking. “This isn’t your mission to worry about. I’ve got this.”

“Don’t say shit like that!”

Barbara dodged a punch, and tumbled to the ground.

“Why are you calling? How do you know?” Barbara said.

“Fucking Dick Grayson. What do you expect after you ended your call with you getting beat up?”

“I don’t get beat up.”

“You know you can’t last much longer. Not when you aren’t feeling good. I can’t lose you.” Dinah’s voice cracked. “I’m going to tell him where you are.”

“Don’t!” She yelled. Distracted by her own fear, she missed the boot that lunged into her stomach.

The call ended. She can’t let him save her. She can’t let him see her like this. She didn’t care how much her body hurt. She didn’t care how much she could lose.

Dick ran into the room, expecting to see Solomon in front of him. A fight in progress. But, he didn’t see anything at first. He could hear heavy breathing.

He walked around the corner. Barbara, bloody and bruised, was standing over top of Jack Solomon who was in worse shape—unconscious.

At first, Dick couldn’t recognize her out of shock, but then he saw a batarang loosely between her fingers. Blood dripped off of its point. It drops to the floor as her knees give out.

Dick watched—unable to speak. Unable to process everything. Unable to understand why she, of all people, was in front of him.

Barbara was shaking. Her ears ringing. She grabbed herself, hugging herself as if it would help. All she could do was scream. It didn’t even make her feel better, but it felt…right.

Dick stepped closer. “Barbara.” He said, not loud enough as she continues to wail.

He kneeled down behind her. He hovered a hand near her shoulder, hesitant to touch her. “Barbara….” He said again.

She clenched her arms harder and continued to cry. It’s all she could do. It’s all she could respond to pain and adrenaline in her body.

He placed his hand on her back gently. She jerked away out of instinctual fear, she couldn’t take much more. “Barbara it’s okay. It’s okay.” He grabbed on to side, and pulled himself closer until he had wrapped himself around her. He felt her trembling under him.

All he gently applied pressure around her body, but he tried to be aware of her injuries. With everything running through his head, all he could think was, this used to make her feel better.

It did make her feel better which both angered and relieved her. Barbara told herself she didn’t need him, but in all honesty, she didn’t want it to be any other person.

After a few moments of heaving, she quieted down. Her body continued to tremble.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this.” She said quietly.

“You didn’t want me to find out at all.” Dick said quietly. “Why?”

“There are things you never told me.” Barbara said, her voice still shaking.

“Don’t…” Dick closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t want to argue now. “I’m…just glad you’re okay…I’m gonna call for back up to get Solomon out of here.”

“You’re going to tell them?” She said, silently.

“I don’t know how to keep it a secret.” Dick said.

“You can take Solomon out and—“

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not like this.”

Barbara furrowed her brow. “Bring me my wheelchair.”

Dick was hesitant to leave her alone on the ground. She was still shaking a little, but he got up and rolled over her wheelchair. He held his hand out, but she ignored it and pulled herself up slowly, gritting her teeth until she was seated.

Barbara placed her hands on the wheels. “I don’t want to see them….” She then slowly wheeled herself to the bathroom.

#DONT JUDGE ME I WROTE THIS LIKE HALF IN A DAZE SO LIKE ITS KINDA HALF BAKED OKAY #batgirl #Nightwing #batgirl x nightwing #barbara gordon #dick grayson #barbara x dick #dickbabs #babsgirl #oracle #Oracle x Nightwing #fanfic #batman

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polymc · 1 year ago

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I FINISHED CHAPTER 2!! I am now on chapter 3 but I think I'm gonna wait and level up characters? I need to level up skills and at least 2 of them to level 50/60(I like being prepared :>)

Anyway, off topic but I'm gonna go on a small rant under the cut so please ignore if you don't want to hear my stupidity >:3

why are people surprised by Minhyeok blushing/admiring the kings?? The game is meant to have all the characters/love interests be bisexual or pansexual due to MC being male or female, right???(Kinda wish it was like obey me and used they/them so anyone can play but that's okay ^^) guess that means it's not technically an otome but eh, everyone calls obey me an otome even when MC doesn't have a set gender, pronouns, or looks so I guess this counts XD

Literally the demons fucked solomon... I don't think they really care about anything XD And for Minhyeok, like I said, we can pick male or female at the VERY START of the game. Wouldn't that have clearly made everyone at least bisexual or pansexual for every single person to play??? I don't get why this is a whole thing that needs to so set in stone when it's just a game, leave it be and let people enjoy it as a dating sim or just a simple gacha game.

Anyway, my point is I don't understand some of the arguments going on about it being an otome or calling this game yaoi/BL. It's just a plain dating sim for anyone, no matter who, can enjoy. I am a polyam Gender fluid pansexual mess who just loves visual novels and some gacha games!

(Side question, Is there a word for just people like the same person/main character? You have harems, all women liking one man and you have reverse harems, all men liking one woman. But I never heard the term for a group of both liking one character :0 One of my favorite animes is like that! These guys AND girls like the main girl and it actually gives off really go bisexual feels TwT)

#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #what in hell is bad #my writing #random #ranting

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sammytheotakunerd · 2 years ago

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𝑴𝑪 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒑?

Chapter 1: Part 1 "A human but not?"

A/N: I had this brainrot while I was taking a shower lol.

Summary: What if MC from MC is too kind and MC from the original universe swap souls? Would it be a blessing in disguise? Or would it be just blatant disaster?

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑ [~start of chapter 1: part 1 "A human but not?"~]

Now, I was thinking that somehow, an error was made. Not just any regular error, no.

One peaceful night, two person was sleeping in the same room, on the same bed, in the same house but different problems. It's quite normal to have different problems as we all are unique being. But the persons had different big problem.

One was having problems on what they did so wrong to practically act like their more worthless than trash while the other was having problems on what prank should the Anti-Lucifer squad do next on Lucifer.

But suddenly, a shooting star appeared in devildom on both realms. This only happened once! The devildom was just full of dark heavy sky that was filled by sins of demons and humans alike that a shooting star would never come by like that.

The shooting star made a silent "Boom!". The sound was almost nonexistent. It maybe sounds like nothing, but the damage was done.

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MC in MC from MC is too kind:

You woke up with a start. You groaned a bit because of your growing headache. "What happened..?" Your confusion added more when you looked at the clock. Usually, the brothers wake you up about an hour earlier! You're kind off weirded out but did what you usually do on weekdays as normal. Just a tad bit slower because you're used to Asmo doing your hair and braiding it.

You were expecting to see at least one of the brothers (Mammon) to look at you but no. When you stepped into the dining room, all of them still minded their own business.

Even after coughing loud on purpose just so they will notice you. Only Satan looked at you and smiled Symphonically while pointing at the empty seat beside him.

You thought that you'll hear Mammon's occasional "Why is MC gotta be beside yer' again!? I'm there first so I should be-" and all of the arguing would begin. It was a nice day to start off honestly.

But Mammon didn't say that when you took a seat beside Satan. You're starting to feel that something is not right.

You take a look at Satan while Satan looked at you with eyes full of pity.

When everybody was done eating and leaving, Satan turned to you. "I'm sorry again MC for my brothers, they're just... adapting." You weren't really convinced.

"Hey Satan.. What is the date for today?" You questioned him. "It's September 4, why? Something going on?" Satan asked you.

"Nothing, really. Just forgot about it! You know me by now Satan, I'm a bit forgetful, that's all!" You enthusiastically said to him. Satan hummed in acknowledgement.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Class was boring as usual. You already know all of it. Solomon practically drilled it in your brain when he was teaching you about how to use magic. He may look like a joke, but he took teaching you the ways of magic seriously.

After all, this is all in the past.

A little of weeks after getting right here in devildom. It was a week after the attic incident. You already had suspicions of this because you saw Belphie at the dining hall.

You only thought that you were sent back to the past was per to Barbatos' mistake but no. It wasn't that.

Maybe you were in another alternate universe? But wouldn't the original MC appear by now? Maybe I swapped places with them- Your thought process was put on halt when you heard whispers.

"Isn't that the lame human exchange student?" "We should eat it!"

Disgusting.

They called you an 'it'. You normally wouldn't let this slide but what can you do? Exactly, nothing. For now.

You were thinking of ways to get revenge when someone bumped into you.

"Oops! I'm sorry that you're just too weak!" You collide to the floor. They were all laughing. At you. Your anger was on par with Satan's wrath but before you can even speak a word, your words was stopped when you saw who came to you.

"Stop this at once! I'll make sure to report you all to lord Diavolo!" All of the demons present left, too afraid by the person who just spoke.

You looked up to see Luke. "Are you ok MC? Did those demons hurt you? I will report them to Michael-!" Luke abruptly stopped. "Luke that's enough." Gentle words from only Simeon himself.

They really are angels. Not only did they stop the demons to continue mocking you, they still went ahead and helped you. You're glad that they're not like the brothers.

Simeon didn't want to see you sad. He really doesn't y'know? "MC are you alright?" Simeon questioned you lightly. "Yes, I'm fine-"

"No, you're not fine MC! Look! You have bruises all over your feet!" Luke said to you, eye filled with worry. Simeon eyed you. "Let me heal that for you."

How grateful were you to actually have these angels. You truly loved them by heart. Even before all of this happened. You think that they just have a special place in your heart.

Your D.D.D suddenly rang. You picked it up. "Hello-" Your words was cut off. "My, did you actually forget about me?! Gosh! If you wanna be at least friends with me, then you'll have to treat me like proclean glass!" "Wha-" "Hurry up!" The phone call ended.

"Was that Asmodeus by chance?" Simeon questioned you. "Yea, it was him.." Just what on Devildom was happening!?

You sighed. "Thank you for helping me Simeon, Luke. I really do appreciate it." You thanked at the two angels. "It was nothing MC." Simeon smiled brightly at you.

And with that, you left to go to the one building you think Asmo is telling you.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

While looking at you, walking back, Simeon tensed a bit. What was that aura you were giving? He doesn't understand. He was glad that you weren't really giving the sadness you usually do. But earlier, you were Angry. He didn't saw you angry at all when he met you so that was new to him.

But he understands your anger. You have every right to be angry.

"Simeon let's go!" His thoughts were cut off by Luke. "Right." Simeon said at Luke while walking.

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎ [~flashbacks~]

Simeon was walking with Luke. There was a new shop and Luke was curious about it. It was after classes and there was some time before it turns night.

Both of them stopped dead at their tracks when they

heard noises that was coming from Demons. Simeon urged Luke to turn around. There was nothing good if demons are this rowdy. Something bad must've happened.

Both of them were walking away when they heard something.

"Isn't that the lame human exchange student?"

What is going in there? Simeon needed to know whether you're ok or not. You've been suffering, he can see it. May it be loneliness or misconception, he's here.

It took a while to see but why are you on the floor? He was about to say something when he saw your aura. Your usual aura was filled almost every day with sadness and loneliness. But you're emitting such an aura that can be comparable to demons.

It wasn't strong but he can definitely sense it. You're angry...

Luke snapped him out of his thoughts. "Let's go Simeon, MC needs us!"

And with that, all of it happened.

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎ [~end of flashbacks~]

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑ [~end of chapter 1: part 1 "A human but not?"~]

#obey me writing #obey me l #obey me!#obey me angst #obey me fanart #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon x mc

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altneuland · 1 year ago

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Ancient Lovers

Now that I showed you Kingdom / empire of Israel.. I can show you finally THIS SHIP and THIS art that I'm so so proud of...

so buckle up for the wildest ride...

Israel x Ethiopia lore!! Shortly explained, but it’s still long sorry

My interest in this ship has started way back, actually since high school, when we did a work about king Solomon and Queen of Sheba. I’ve learned so much new information that it kept me intrigued about it, and slowly getting more and more information to the point I just knew I’m gonna do it lol.

Now, Israel and Ethiopia case is a special one, because unlike many nations, both Ethiopia and Israel mention in their scripts and culture each other, specifically the Queen of Sheba and king of Israel affair. And both of them are really proud of it, of course biased (and you’ll see how biased it’s gonna get lol), but good biased. It is not dropping-the-other-low kind of biased.

Okay, let’s see where it all started.

Idk the dates (I’m bad with dates and usually don’t agree with them bc long story) but long time ago, there was the kingdom of Israel, ruled by Solomon at that time. Now, let me give you the setting. Israel at that point thrived, and people all around the east from china to Ethiopia heard of Daniel. Of course, some nations couldn’t care less but heard is enough for some to be considered as success lol.

Now, everyone I mentioned here “used” Daniel’s wisdom at some point; Egypt made Israel her best ally, Assyria made Israel his soldier (for a short period of time but he did), and Ethiopia… no spoilers yet. BUT YOU WILL LOVE THEY WAY SHE USED IT.

(Side note; this is also huge evidence that israel was always considered the smart nation around. I believe there was smarter nations but you know, it’s like more of the personality. Omg I sound so arrogant rn but let me cook).

And of course, people talk. And glorify things. Tigist already knew Daniel, but when the story of a Rhino reached her ear it was already a unicorn. Daniel was described as the smartest man alive, most rich, sexiest guy alive and what not lol. Tigist already fell in love before seeing. She thought she must see if it’s true. It was too good to be true to her ears. And, if it’s true; why can’t she have some of that to herself??

She packed the best gems and camels she has (and a lot of them) and headed Jerusalem.

She saw the most beautiful buildings and temple and what not, she tested Dani’s wisdom. And it all came up as true. She said the famous quote; “it is all 1000x better than the stories about you”.

Daniel knew nations don’t come to visit him just to visit him; he asked her. “Ma’am, what is your wish?”

Now, before I continue the story, let me tell you. Daniel was WEAK for her. Damn she was pretty. And hawt. He was ready to give her things she wanted. He assumed; permit to free pass through his place to India. Makes sense? He gave that to her. Why not. She was happy with that.

But here the thing!!! She wanted HIS SPERM. she wanted his dna. She wanted to have s3x with him so she could have some of this!! And I am not making that up!!! Both Israeli and Ethiopian scripts confirm that, and.. apparently it wasn’t just once !!

In the Ethiopian culture, there’s a whole bloodline of jews, apparently they have their own status because according to their belief, since they are around the Ethiopian culture could thrive !

Many many years later…

The story of Jews in Ethiopia is for another post, but when they came back to Israel Sudan was about to accuse Daniel of kidnapping Ethiopian people. But, before it was “confirmed”, Daniel went to Tigist and gave her everything she wanted!! Education, free tech, literally anything that a first world country can give to a third world country enough to thrive, at least a little more!! He gave her FOR FREE some of his inventions that later made Israel world leader in it, when it comes to water and water tech. He gave her leading tech on agriculture which israel is also leading in! He gave her free schools and to this day Israelis go and volunteer in Ethiopian schools! He didn't wanna feel guilty much for doing stuff under Ethiopian gov you know so he did what I feel like a bribe but you know idm he brought some jews home and the Ethiopia got a lot of good stuff so what can I saaay

Now, as not true as it might seem, Daniel sees Tigits as a poor lady who is in a constant need of charity. Tigist doesn’t seem to mind much tbh? She appreciates the help. She’s one of the only African countries who wants Israel part of Africa culturally ! and constantly asking about Daniel when he’s absent lol… she’s still hot for his ass I can tell u that

I think their relationship nowadays is mostly beneficial… both not seems to be bothered my that… let Dani do the do without feelings.. which is totally against his morals but lets not get into that shall we

Fun fact: in eilat there’s two hotels one next to another, Queen of Sheba and king Solomon, as a tribute to them

btw,

Tigist belong to me, too

#country oc #hws #hws oc #hws israel #hws ethiopia #aph Israel #aph ethiopia #hetalia oc #hetalia israel #hetalia ethiopia #my art #aph oc #country personification

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expecto-kedavra · 1 year ago

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The Healer pt. 3

note: Sorry this took so long. Some stuff went down in my life and I needed a minute. We back though!

Tbh this guy is kinda a filler episode. I still wanted to get it out there. Something is coming though! 👀

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

Several weeks passed before Sebastian told us he wanted to find Anne. One night after class, he sat on his bed staring at his hands. "I apologize for taking so long. I'm afraid that even after she's cured, she'll still leave me." He had a point. Healing Anne's curse does not bring back Solomon. I didn't know how to respond, but luckily Ominis did. "She may not ever forgive you. We knew that before. All we can do is take heart that she isn't in pain, and in time she can heal her heart." He nodded silently. It had been several months since we visited Anne in Romania. While she missed her brother dearly, she was still hurt by his actions, and steadfast in her decision to distance herself from him. I decided to speak up. "Whatever happens next, we must face this together." We all looked at each other, the familiar words ringing in our ears and hearts as we fell asleep.

I was coming back from Quidditch practice with Imelda when Ominis ran up to me. "She responded." he said, out of breath. "Who?" Imelda asked, nosily. "Uhhhh, a girl- that i asked out- on a date?" he stammered. We had decided to keep our plans secret, as we didn't want the wrong person to find out. "Funny. What does Anne have to say?" Imelda said, laughing. "I...don't know what you mean." Ominis replied, doing his best to be stoic. "Oh, come on." Imelda laughed, eyes rolling. "All of a sudden your blindness is healed, and now you run up saying that you received an owl from a 'she', and who is a she that all three of us know is in need of healing?" I looked at Ominis. "I've got nothing." I confessed, defeated. Ominis sighed. "Not here. Come on." Imelda followed us, happy that she her nosiness paid off.

"So yeah, that's it." Imelda sat on the couch, eyes wide but not seeming all too shocked. We brought her to the Room of Requirement, as it was the most private place we knew, and told her everything. "Wow. Well, what did she say?" she asked, intrigued. I couldn't say I wasn't thinking the same thing. Ominis opened the letter, and read it. I was nervous. What if she had grown bitter? What if she didn't want the help? As my mind was filled with more and more possible negative reactions, I was relieved when he smiled. "She'll meet us. She's suspicious but she's willing." He looked up at me. "She wants to meet tonight." I was so excited, I picked up Imelda and spun her around. Had I been waiting a year to do that? Maybe. "Well then!" Imelda said as she brushed herself off, pretending to hide her blush. "When do we leave?" Ominis and I looked at each other. "What, you think I'm not coming? Anne was my friend too!" Imelda was stubborn, bossy and occasionally snotty, but she was also loyal, caring and deathly loyal to those she cared about. I could tell she was hurt by the fact that we would leave her behind. "It's only right. We told you everything, you deserve to come." I told her. She beamed. "Yes, I do." We planned on meeting at the fountain by the stairs in the Slytherin common room after curfew. As Imelda bounced out of the Room and I turned to leave, Ominis stopped me. "What should we tell Sebastian?" The dreaded question. I turned to face him. "He should know, but I hesitate if he wants to come with us." It was a hard question. I wanted him to come. Anne was his sister, and so much happened because of this damned curse. But I knew that she may disapparate as soon as she saw him. "You're right. He deserves to come, but should she be bitter, it could end quite poorly." I heard the pain in his voice. His two oldest friends, I knew he wanted her back more than ever. But he knew what Sebastian had done.

We found Sebastian as he was leaving the Great Hall, and told him of the plan, and confessed our fears of him accompanying us. "After all this time. I would like to come, but I shall keep my distance." he said firmly. I saw Ominis release the tension from his neck and shoulders. "Good idea. You should be there, but it's best we gauge the situation before we bring you into the conversation." He clearly wanted him there, maybe for his own sake. "All right then." I took over. "We're meeting Imelda after curfew. Then, we go to Anne." Sebastian stopped, confused. "Imelda?" he asked. Shit. We forgot that part. As Ominis and I tried to find the words, he shrugged. "Alright. She's cool." and walked off. Ominis and I shared a look of relief, and the three of us continued on with the day as best we could.

The day was agonizingly slow. I could barely pay attention. I was deep in thought when Professor Sharp's gruff voice bounced me back to Potions. "Well, MC? Where might I find a bezoar?" he said impatiently. We hadn't yet slipped him any miracle tears, and he was as sour as ever. "Oh, uh, from the stomach of a goat." Luckily, I was smart and adaptable. "Hm. Very well. Points to Slytherin." he grumbled as he made his way back to his desk. "I expect 14 inches of parchment on my desk by next Tuesday, detailing all major antidotes for poisons. Class dismissed." I decided that along with my report, I'd include a new antidote for him. I smiled to myself as I thought of his reaction. Eventually, sunset came, and the four of us gathered by the door, staying out of sight of the prefects sitting on the couch. "Ready?" Sebastian asked. I heard his fear. "Absolutely." Ominis said confidently. I knew he shared the same fears, but he was being strong for Sebastian. "Ready as can be." Imelda said happily. She was clearly glad to be included. "MC?" Sebastian asked me. I took a deep breath. "I'm ready. Let's do this." I ensured I had the potion in my bag, and we set off.

Anne's letter told us that she had been staying in London. Luckily, we had all recently passed our Apparition test. Since I used to live in London, I provided us with a photo as well as a detailed description of our destination. We arrived all in one piece, no splinching, even down to the fingernails. "Quite drab from the lovely scenery of the castle, isn't it?" Sebastian said as we looked out over the gray landscape of the city. Our destination was the top of the library my parents would take me to in my youth. After the time away, it was quite the change from the rolling hills and greenery of the Highlands. "Yes, I hadn't realized the world could be so...plain." Ominis said glumly. "Anyways, where to?" Imelda asked. "Anne said to meet her just outside the city, near some woods." Ominis said "It's not too far and we should be able to make it before-" But he didn't finish. In the blink of an eye, someone apparated behind Sebastian, grabbed him, and disappeared. We all ripped out our wands, but what could we do? "What just happened? Who the hell was that?" Imelda said, whipping around frantically, looking for our friend. "I don't know, I didn't recognize them." I could sense the desperation in Ominis' voice. A deep anger filled my chest. "I did." I said darkly. "Who was it?" Imelda begged.

"Ruth Singer."

#Hogwarts legacy fanfic #Hogwarts legacy #Hogwarts legacy oc #x reader #Sebastian sallow #Ominis gaunt #Imelda Reyes #Anne Sallow #slytherin reader #slytherin oc #harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts houses

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