#I imagine part-demon kids are already rare

[dark-dragon-8]

A Supernatural × Batman crossover where the Batfam are actual cryptids and the brothers are sent to hunt them, only to find out that these guys are pretty much immortal, god like beings whose only weaknesses are each other, the sun and some weird sentient manifestation of their home city that they seem to care about, and most of them already grew out of the second one, since, apparently, the sun only affects them when they're newborns/newly transformed/changed.

The whole reason they ended up in Gotham in the first place was because of some online rumors saying that there is a demon cult in the city, as well as Blüdhaven [it's true, partially, the Bat clan has had several cults and/or religions painting them as godly beings/saviours of Gotham throughout the years, still do (imagine the colonies from F'ing Demon Bats, only this time the cryptid part of them is actually real)] along with shrines for human sacrifices.

At first they thought the locals sold themselves to a Pagan God in exchange for their safety, that the shrines and "holy grounds" spread throughout the city were for blood and human sacrifices and the creatures were feeding on the souls of their followers or something.

Turns out, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes there were bloody sacrifices at the shrines, but most of the time those were just grieving kids bringing their dead pets to silence's holy grounds for them to be healed, or taken care of, by the spirit and have their souls at peace. But, again, that was rare, and only occurred at the holy grounds themselves rather than the shrines people attended to daily.

Majority of those shrines were filled with books, art supplies, music boxes with ballerinas and, sometimes, you could even find a few trinkets and computer parts, as well as the occasional plates and plastic boxes filled with home cooked meals, sometimes they even put pots and kettles filled to the brim with savory goods and nice tea. Nobody ever touched the food, not even the poor and desperate, when asked why all the brothers received were looks of horror and hushed whispers about how "The bats don't like thieves" and "They'll stop coming by the shrine, maybe even destroy it if we do that"

Dean didn't like it, neither did Sam, they didn't like how the locals, people who barely even bat an eye when they see a dead body on their way to work, get so scared and terrified as soon as they hear of something that might displease the Bats. They tried asking around, trying to figure out what is it that makes them so scared of their dearly beloved deities, after all, they talk about them like such a wonder, like they're the best thing that ever happened to them. Hell, one of them is named Mercy and was revered for its compassion and understanding of those around them.

They only got their answer when investigating a place called Crime Alley. They locals were all the same, if not even more reserved than their city's counterparts, but there was one person, a young girl who couldn't be older than ten that said she'll be willing to answer their questions in return for some money and stories from their time as hunters. They were reluctant at first, but seeing as they haven't had much of an option, they agreed.

"So, Masey" Dean started

"Missy" she corrected

"Right, sorry, Missy, you said that you could tell us what's up regarding those demons"

"Deities" she said sternly, the man simply nodded "And yes, I can do that, but you'll have to do something for me first"

"And what would that be?"

"You said you were a hunter, right?" He nodded "And you also said you have some money. So I want you to give me two hundred dollars, cash, and a written story containing at least three of your adventures with your partner. You can't use big fonts, lie or omit any details from the story, it needs to be one hundred percent real and legible and needs to be at least fifty pages, understood?"

Dean was confused, confused and worried. Why would this child need a story about them hunting monsters? And why did she need it to be so long and accurate? Was she trying to sell them out to the Bats or something? Why was this so important?

A million questions flooded his head and looking at Sammy, he could tell the feeling was very much mutual.

"Um Missy" it was Sam talking to her this time "Why would you want a story of us hunting like that? We could tell you about our time together on the field, if you want, but why do you need that written so meticulously?"

The little girl shook her head before he even finished speaking "No, no, I need it written"

"How so?"

"For Passion, of course"

"Passion?"

"Yeah, Passion, the component watching over Crime Alley, it loves reading stories but only when they're worth it. It doesn't like when people give them stories only to please it or for it to give them undeserved attention. It needs to be good and interesting, a story about two hunters will definitely do that"

The two hunters met each other's eyes, both their expressions filled with worry, apprehension and suspicion.

"And why all the other rules? Why does have to be so long and accurate?"

The girl tilted her head, looking at them as though they've said something stupid "Because you're introducing yourself, maybe"

"I can't just tell you guys all there is to know about the Bat without at least one of the components acknowledging you guys and giving me permission to share that information with outsiders"

"And what makes you think it won't just kill us as soon as it realizes what we do for a living?" They might've been desperate, but that doesn't mean they're going to give an essay about their weaknesses and hunting methods to a freaky, probably homicidal spirit on a silver platter

"Because they like people like you, people who put their lives on the line in order to help those around them. Also" she leveled her gaze with Dean's, which was pretty impressive considering she barely reached his hip "Had it wanted you dead, you wouldn't have been able to take two steps inside Crime Alley without having a heart attack, or your head magically disappearing"

The two brothers tensed, the taller's eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings, hands fishing out a weird cellular device, probably an EMF reader or maybe a bottle of holy water, as the shorter failed to keep up his confident facade in front of the (probably) ten year old (because Dean isn't going to be spooked by a kid that hasn't even reached the double digits yet, he's 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

The little girl laughed, completely ignoring their - very justified!!! - panic "Relax, would ya? Passion doesn't kill people unless they feel like it's necessary"

They didn't seem to be very relaxed, she didn't care, she just told them to meet her again on the border of Crime Alley and its neighbor city in a week, before leaving.

Two hours later, Carrie Kelley was skipping into the main living room of Wayne Manor, where several of her siblings played video games and with their father reading the newspaper on the side, the perfect illusion of a normal, happy, completely human family.

She walked up to Bruce, sitting on the arm of his sofa as the last of her illusion magic slipped away

"Did you do it?"

"I offered them the deal, still not sure if they'll end up actually agreeing to it"

"Mn. You did well"

The young teen preened under the praise, thanking her father before going off to boast and scheme with the rest of her siblings, they were up planning contingencies and devising plans until Sundown.

[science-lings]

Batfam Monster Poll 1: Bruce

*any completely nonhumanoid creature is implied to have a human form for the purposes of this AU

Other polls:

Part 2: Dick (ends 4/1/2025)

Part 3: Jason (ends 4/2/2025)

Part 4: Cass (ends 4/3/2025)

Part 5: Tim (ends 4/4/2025)

Part 6: Steph (ends 4/5/2025)

Part 7: Damian (ends 4/6/2025)

Part 8: Duke (ends 4/7/2025)

More thoughts and information-

Glossary-

Kludde-

demon summoned from the ashes of witches taking the form of a black wolf with bat wings, a birds beak and bear claws. Has glowing eyes, shapeshifting abilities and great speed.

Nachtkrappe-

Giant Raven Boogieman, used to scare children, their whole thing is kidnapping children, some legends say to eat but I think the one that fits here is just the one where it puts kids in a bag and takes off with them. I also found this really sweet-

"The Guter Nachtkrapp (German, lit. 'good night raven') is a rare benevolent version of the Nachtkrapp tale. In Burgenland��myths, this bird enters the children's room and gently sings them to sleep."

There are a lot of creatures that are said to kidnap children but this one was one of my favorites.

Other thoughts-

Dragon-

I think the benevolent fairytale-type version of a dragon is very Batman-coded, the kind that protects a kingdom and lives in a cave, the noble kind that protects people and dispences wisdom. Not the kind that is exclusively motivated by greed and violence. You can't look at the batcave and think that it's not a hoard, with the giant playing cards and the coin and the dinosaur. He also hoards information and contingency plans and combat skills and children. It would also track with him inheriting wealth if on of his parents or ancestors was the more typical greedy dragon.

Banshee-

I'm just imagining the pov of a character who is themselves a death omen, even before Joe Chill pulled out his gun, Bruce felt the need to wail. maybe even the moment they left the theater/ opera house. He doesn't know what it means at the time, or maybe he does. He spends the frantic drive to the warehouse Jason was held in holding in screams because he already knows he's going to be too late. I could also see the sound becoming a haunting thing to hear in the streets of Gotham. This is mostly an option because I thought it would be so fucking tragic.

Angel/ Fallen Angel-

Different than a demon, I could see this one even mostly being not heavily religion-based. But the dichotomy between an angel and a fallen angel could be something that happens to Bruce before he becomes batman, and after. Either his wings change color or shape, from fluffy white feathers to black scales. peak wingfic vibes, I feel like an interesting bit of worldbuilding could come from this one. Maybe the Waynes/Kanes were a specific special kind of bird, how grief and mourning affect the care that goes into wings, molting feathers and that kind of thing. Maybe even borderline ABO in they way that there could be societal changes to incorporate the normalcy of wings and other things like that.

[lmae98]

╰┈➤ Verlady Week 2024 Day 3: Misc Promp

Dynamic (Quiz):

➼Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Definitely, Lady.

➼Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? For me, Vergil doesn't need to sleep, so this demon hunter life can't affect him the way it can with Lady, who, despite her special heritage, is human after all. As a sentimental partner, I think Vergil would be always concerned about Lady, scolding her for not resting well and taking all the time sleepless gigs that will let her exhausted.

➼Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? I have this clear headcanon of Vergil's hidden culinary skills, so Lady would be the one who burns it all. I feel that the trio of Dante, Trish and Lady have zero cooking skills, that's the reason why we always see them eating pizza, among other kind of fast and junk food.

➼Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Lady and, in specific, she wears Vergil's trench coat (frac or whatever its name is). Actually, there are some fan arts of Lady wearing it. I love that, even if not all are intended to be Verlady material, they exist.

I'll leave one that was recently posted (with the link to the post), bc I love it.

➼If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Despite Vergil can appear in a blink on the other side, for mere amusement, he'll let Lady do it (that scene of her fighting alone with the demons in DMC3 is enought proof of her ninja skills).

➼Which one gives the other their jacket? Vergil. Basically I said the same thing in one of the previous questions. 👀

➼Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Wow, that's a hard one. Both of them are so stubborn. It feels like the most probably to admit it is Lady. She's tough and strong, but capable o recognize her own feelings. For example, her dialogue with Nero about killing his own father and that is something you can't recover from. I imagine that It took time for her to admit to herself that, even if Arkham was a monster and she hated him, he was her father... she killed her father and that devastated her. Well, in the case of Vergil, I think that he only would admit feelings for Lady in extreme circumstances.

➼How good would your OTP be at parenting? One of them already sucks at it (Vergil) but, in other context for Vergil (in a case where he knows he'll be a father), I have faith in him to be a good father. I see Lady as the kind of woman that doesn't want to be a mother, but if it happens in an unplanned situation, she would not run away from it. She had the values and the love of her mother, so I believe that's enought for her to be good at it.

➼Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Neither of them. And If you wonder why I chose this question... I did it just to answer that Vergil and Lady are the type of kids a bully would be terrified of.

➼Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? I can picture a rare but cute side of Vergil doing that. Actually this made me remind the last part of the date scene from "It's A Slightly Easier Life" by @unlucky-leek

➼Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? If Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare had survived the end of DMC5 and stayed by Vergil's side or even if V had had more interaction with Lady, I think she would be terrified of Shadow and, if she met it, she would be even more terrified of Nightmare. Shadow would probably have grown fond of Lady. Griffon, on the other hand, would be bothering Vergil about his relationship with her (I wouldn't know what to say about Nightmare).

➼Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Vergil. But he doesn't need an umbrella. I have a serious trauma with Vergil's frac/trench coat.

@verladyweek

[mrsfezziwig]

Why ATEEZ Don't Win Awards Pt. 2 - Complexity?

In part one of this opinion piece at the end of 2023, I mentioned how the agency weaves the lore into every single music video, and how this is not helping the boys when it comes to awards season. I apologize for the delay; unfortunately, I struggled with how to approach this part, so I decided to compare it to the post-2024 awards season.

In a question I received and briefly answered, the point came up about how Stray Kids have the might of JYPE behind them, and I actually mentioned it in my comparison in part one already. Yes, they have the financial support that ATEEZ doesn't have, and I am jaded enough to acknowledge that this advantage helps them. However, I am not so jaded as to cynically write it off as the only reason.

It's high time ATEEZ receives the recognition they deserve for their attention grabbing performances and the incredible cinematography of their music videos during award season. Yet, that hasn’t happened... again and I still believe part of the blame lies with KQ. Following the significant reaction from 'locals' who saw their Coachella performance, it’s insane that these immensely gifted artists haven't garnered more 'official' recognition!

In the wake of the Coachella victory, are you really claiming that LE SSERAFIM were superior?

As I said in Part One, one of the things I found difficult to get past was the complexity of the ATEEZ universe and the incessant pushing of it by the agency and now I have to wonder how those non-kpop fans reacted when they discovered a group with such good music has a storyline as complex as Inception's plot (as in the film). Do ATINYs really think the majority of those people will be interested after discovering that everything has to do with a bigger overarching lore as complex as ATEEZ has?

WORK vs Ice On My Teeth

With the culmination of the Universe Z storyline, we all waited with bated breath for what we would be handed next, and absolutely no one had Seonghwa hatching from a golden egg and taking a ride on an ostrich on their 2024 bingo card. It was crazy ATEEZ, Mingki Wonka, and a buried Jongho playing a flute over a clarinet melody line. Everything about it was odd, from the lyrics to the outfits to the choreography, and it felt like a post-Coachella fever dream. It made its point well, stating that they were on top of the world and how hard they worked to get there, something more akin to The Real, which, as far as I've been able to gather, was one of their rare 'off the story' MVs designed to accompany the new influx of fans off the back of Kingdom. But it was still part of the storyline at the end of the day!

Who knew Travis Kelce Knew ATEEZ?

Coachella will forever be one of ATEEZ's defining moments, opening doors never before imagined and seeing some of the world's biggest names not only using the song but also participating in the TikTok challenges.. Or are we calling them YouTube Short Challenges now the government ruined the fun for our American compatriots? However, it turns out that this bundle of fun and chaos is actually quite depressing and still part of the universe. 🙄 The boys are so busy working to earn money to make their dreams come true that they are separating from one another due to packed schedules. It kind of makes sense, as not many scenes show all eight members together.

Rather than taking advantage of the Coachella hype and leaving the story behind for one song so the newbies could get to know the members better, KQ decided to continue with the Universe and Storyline agenda.

Honestly, the WORK video could have been a fantastic opportunity to showcase each member by putting their names and a really funny "introducing ATEEZ" biography based on fan edits to grab attention and keep it. Hopefully, ATINYs know the one I mean; it’s the one with Hongjoong listed as "Tired Dad of 5 Kids & 1 Demon," etc. I could go looking for a link... here we are:

Now tell me that doesn't fit the WORK video; I dare you. Just bear in mind that I am menopausal and having a bad pain day without any oxycodone because I forgot to reorder it before commenting something dumb... like I am wrong.

But they made Ice On My Teeth the 'non-universe' video instead!

If anyone asked me which of the two MVs we got in 2024 was the one outside of the storyline, I would have chosen 'WORK' every time. 'Ice On My Teeth' has the feel of being an introduction to the next universe the boys have landed in, becoming the pirates they always were in the form of a kind of mafia unit. Their success comes from dark places, especially as the dentist is literally murdered for ripping them off.

(But we also got that Yunho and confirmation from Mingi that he knows what we say about the recoil in his backside...)

Still, I am now veering towards the entire Asian award system actively ignoring ATEEZ.

Why? Oh. It's because of us; ATEEZ is predominantly preferred by international K-pop fans, therefore they don't deserve to be rewarded by Asian-centric award shows.

Is that a horrifying thought? Yes, but it's also probably true because Koreans can be quite xenophobic. It upsets me to say that, but if you find videos of street interviewers asking outsiders about living in Korea, the majority start out with how racist and xenophobic Korean people can be.

Seunghan's situation shows this horrifying truth in high relief.

There were battle lines drawn between Korean and other Asian fans, primarily Chinese, in the form of funeral wreaths and protest vans. For the first time, we really saw how international K-pop fans realised they had strength in numbers, rallying around a young man who did nothing wrong: a teenager experimenting with love, sex, and nicotine. [I mention sex because there were references to some more... spicy... pictures than the topless ones that were leaked] The absolute hypocrisy of South Korean society shone bright, and we weren't taking that.

{In an important aside, I want to mention that people say we keep failing to protect idols, including Seunghan, because he was still kept out of RIIZE. However, in his case, I will happily die on the hill that we kept this young man alive. No one could handle the mental battering of seeing funeral wreaths with your name on them just because you had something that those knetz who paid for them probably have too – lovers.} Note— using 'lovers' is intended to be inclusive of the many variations of partnerships that exist.

As much as ATEEZ are listed as performance monsters, acknowledged and loved by industry insiders, choreographers, idols and music show staff, we don't buy the products that subsidise the actual shows. Sickening but reality. Money matters and I am too old and too tired to pretend that in some cases those awards were purchased. I have no intention to hate but can we be for fucking real here— there's NO FUCKING WAY that LE SSERAFIM out performed Stray Kids, let alone ATEEZ! (No, I am not saying this actually happened, I am just pointing out how it makes zero sense to choose them over so many better groups in terms of stage performance!)

Stray Kids were chosen to be the 'boy band' representative group at the VMAs... oh, but that's American again, I literally just realized that as I typed it out. I told you my mind's a bit all over the place!

In conclusion:

There are multiple reasons why ATEEZ doesn't win awards:

Let these men write their own music for the love of God. Edenary must have dirt on someone high up because they aren't some kind of Heaven sent miracle team! This will make the sound more authentic and open them up for a whole host of additional categories of awards.

ATEEZ need more input in every aspect of their work. They aren't newbies, they aren't children who can't be trusted! Give them ALL the freedom to connect with ATINYs emotionally by letting them write what they want us to hear.

Focusing on the storyline meant KQ lost the best chance they ever had to attract more attention from new fans after Coachella. Ultimately, this resulted in the loss of a high point that could have been maintained throughout the year and increased the likelihood that award show committees would take ATEEZ seriously.

The fact ATINYs are predominantly Western makes it pointless in the eyes of Asian award shows to reward them, as their sponsors won't make money off products only available in their market.

We aren't making enough noise to force them to take ATEEZ more seriously. We all know that ATINYs are fucking freaks, but we are also a laid-back, kind fandom; it's not in our nature to be cruel and forceful. We all know it's within us, though, and it would take something significant for us to become the kind of twisted, snarling wolves we are inside to protect our boys. We are a pack that should not be crossed; we've just not been tested yet.

Thank you for a fantastic 2024 to ATEEZ! We got our first daesang for them and hopefully it's the first one of many! And thank you for the love you have shown me on part one of this opinion piece. Let's make 2025 even better!

[dontremembermejust]

Wynonna Earp Vengeance. Spoilers ahead.

Oh man. Firstly, I wanna applaud to the writers, cast, and crew for making this film for the fans. This is a special fandom that works hard for their fans and sees their fans. I appreciate Emily Andras and everyone’s efforts in Wynonna Earp overall.

Things I loved:

- the amount of Nedley. I love Nedley.

- the first scene with Doc and Wynonna fighting criminals and doing it

- Wayhaught love!

- Nedley and Mercedes’ friendship

And for the negatives.

I don’t know what it is, but this did not feel like a movie. It’s more of an extended episode. But something feels off.

- Firstly, I hated that they killed Mercedes off as a plot device.

- Secondly, I felt that Doc’s death was more for the drama and that it wasn’t earned. Yes, they’ve mentioned that he’s old a bunch of times but he deserved to live a boring stable domestic family life. He deserved to have a little home with Wynonna and Alice.

- There is a lack of Jeremy! (Also I think that Black Badge dude whatever his name was, was unnecessary. Like his purpose narratively was to kill Doc Holiday??)

- what happened to Rachel???

- they bring up Wayhaught thinking about kids then it’s not brought up again?

- the device that entraps Mina felt convenient and predictable that it was gonna be used . They’ve had it all the time. It would be cool if part of the plot was trying to find the device to trap Mina.

- I think the story could be more focused and condensed. I think there’s a lot of going back to things that Wynonna and the others has already healed and moved on from. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with expanding backstory, but the villain wasn’t as strong as previous ones that we had before. I think it could’ve been executed better if it held on to its theme - which was unclear to me.

These are just some thoughts. Dont fight me on it. I appreciate everything the Wynonna Earp writers, Cast, and Crew put into this. This film is what it’s meant to be. And it’s rare to have something as special as this to be shared to the world.

But in my mind, Mercedes is alive and thriving while Wynonna and Doc are happily raising their daughter.

Ya know what would be a cool alternate epilogue? Wynonna and Doc meeting their daughter for the first time.

Or an alternate story:

Wynonna and Doc who have been raising their kid for about a year, they’re struggling as parents - somewhere outside of Purgatory. Then meanwhile Waverly is working with Jermey and the new BBD when they discover a supernatural force reawakening in Purgatory. Cut to: Rachel and Nicole and Nedley and Mercedes discovering that supernatural force - which will somehow connect to threatening Wynnona’s domestic life (tho she misses the craziness).

Subplots would include Nicole and Waverly working on their long distance marriage, Nedley trying to enjoy retirement, Jeremy being a boss, maybe a little honourable mention of Dolls, and Wynonna coming to terms of this new domestic life while missing the craziness.

What if that supernatural force leaves Purgatory?

It’s clear that Wynonna wants to protect her daughter by ending that cycle of Earp Heirs. So she brings out old Peacemaker one last time for good and she destroys the supernatural pull in Purgatory. To which it ends with Doc and Wynonna bringing their daughter to the Homestead for the first time because it’s finally safe.

While Wynonna will always have that crazy chick with a gun side of her, she learns to love having this peace without the gun. Without the demons. Just her and her family.

It would still have the craziness, the comedy, the supernatural thrills, and most importantly, the heart in this story.

I mean - can you imagine Wynonna Earp with a 5 year old?

(From a production standpoint, I do understand the lack of Alice - it’s takes longer to complete filming with kids because they can only work for a few hours a day, can be in front of the camera for 30 minutes with a 45 minute break. also there’s a lot of stunt work - there’s generally a lot to work around for safety and production reasons but it’s possible with their production value)

… ya know I might make a fanfiction or a fan script.

[abybweisse]

Hi! I saw your post answering an ask from before talking about Thelema and their differences from “the cult” in Kuroshitsuji. It made me curious, do you know if the cult shown in Kuro has a basis on anything (any existing cults, movements, religions, occurrences, etc.) from the Victorian Era? Or just history in general?

Besides what's already mentioned?

Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe just about any mystery religion or occult religion of the Victorian era? Or earlier. Or a bit later....

Not so much the actual historical cults or secret societies... but what society-at-large assumed about such things. People often called them Hellfire clubs and thought the members were into demon worship. It's a lot like Satanic Panic. Those organizations rarely get up to the sorts of activities they're accused of. Just look at Stranger Things: the D&D club calls itself the Hellfire Club... and the community doesn't understand what they are into, so they claim the kids are performing demonic rituals, killing people, etc. That's pretty intentional, on the part of the writers, to call them that and have them deal with religious conservative adversaries. Totally a classic Satanic Panic situation of the 1980's.

Same sort of thing happened in earlier generations and centuries. People who weren't privy to what actually happened in such organizations didn't understand and would assume "the worst". Even clubs like the Monks of Medmenham were called "Hellfire" clubs as a somewhat derogatory term. By the Victorian era, many didn't know what old, dissolved clubs like that once did, so they let their imaginations take over.

Yana-san basically created a club that does the exact sorts of things the real clubs of the time, as well as earlier clubs, didn't actually do... but were often accused of doing.

[sonicasura]

For the Crossovers let's run hit all the points for each too start of with the Yu-Gi-Oh Crossover

Blue Exorcist: Having Duel Spirits is already insane enough as Ash is gonna get mistaken for a Spirit Caller which are extremely rare as the most you get are Familiar Summoners. But too have someone that can summon a whole entourage of strange creatures is incredibly rare especially in how they usually have differences. Also for Blue Exorcist this would be a good series too bring in the Fabled Archetype because of all of them being based on Fallen Angels and the Ars Goetia. Nothing like having a friend and there Fallen Angel and Ars Goetia Spirits too tell off your Father who is Satan.

And it helps Rin feels less out of place with Ash abd all the Duel Spirits being his friends.

Kid Icarus Uprising: Considering once again the amount of Duel Spirits who are based on Gods, Angels, and Demons and the strange kid who summons them it was definitely a shock for the Angel Hero and Goddess Of Light.

Persona: Masks and Cards, and unexpected but strong combination. The Personas and Duel Spirits definitely have a lot too talk about when there wielders finally meet up. Along with the unexpected power this will bring forth for everyone. Well time too steal some hearts and leave some calling cards because the Phantom Thieves are ready too change the world with there newest member

Ash definitely has a few Fabled friends they can call on, specifically Fabled Andwraith. You are absolutely right about them being mistaken for Spirit Caller and the exorcists are kinda right. Duel Monsters are referred to as Duel Spirits plus there's also the Spirit monster type.

Rin definitely found himself a lot of new friends who don't mind his demon nature. Hell, he's more likely to get adopted by most Fiend monsters.

Ash absolutely threw the entire Kid Icarus cast into a loop. Bach and Angie immediately surprised Palutena, Pit, but also Medusa considering there's only one angel left. Cue the times whenever Ash summons a god monster like for example Slifer during the battle against the Aurum.

Pit's reaction if he visits the Sanctuary in the Sky within the Spirit World though. Most angel monsters are part of the Fairy Type so the sanctuary is a huge hub for them. He would absolutely want to explore as much as he can.

Joker now has new ways to fuse Persona that's for sure. I mean there's plenty of Spells, Traps, and even Monsters who can do the job. Plus I imagine Equip Spells will come in handy for battles.

Especially if they can equip to Persona too such as Armory Arm. Plus knowing the group, they would want to visit the Spirit World whenever possible. There are archetypes like Evil Twins and Time Thief that they can learn from.

[cator99]

I was so weird about lesbian sex for a long time because when I was 14 I hooked up with an older girl at bible camp and suddenly got my period during it and I was so embarassed but she didn't care so we kept going and then I suddenly got a severe nosebleed for no reason while I was on top of her kissing her and you can imagine how that went so there was my blood everywhere all over both of us and this sounds like I'm making shit up but it was insane and k i was panicking but she was like all about it so we just kept going and like it was too late, there was already blood on both of us! Like all over us. and I thought it was kind of powerful. so I let myself get blood all over the cabin. we were feverish. At first I just let my nosebleed drip on the floor and we both laughed like fuck this place yeah lets get blood everywhere. And we did. This is just what makes us girls. We had this cabin entirely to ourselves too for 3 whole nights!! They didn't check on us in there even once!!! Not even the counselors wanted to be near us- we had wanted to be alone and not participate in the religious activities so we told everyone we were sick, however the absolutely insane family who single-handedly ran the camp (the mom was rarely seen of course but the dad was this freaky cult-leader type preacher named Greg, and they had ummmm I think 15 kids or something, most of whom were adults, so they had no issue running this camp on an acreage they owned with very little outsider involvement) genuinely thought we were just posessed by demons, and in response they gave us our own cabin in order to ensure that we were kept away from the other kids there. Major oversight on their part and also sounds illegal but I could tell they were scared shitless of me (weird hair I cut and dyed myself, 3 lip piercings, septum ring, mid kandi kid phase so I had rainbow bracelets up past my elbows) and the girl (who had a jugalette tattoo and was the only black girl at the camp, I think ever)... I ended up getting banned from bible camp for other reasons... lesbian sex blood rituals aside....... (a kid saw me smoking something in a pipe and snitched, and they thought it was weed but it was so obviously just mint tea...) yeah after that I was like "was god punishing me for being a lesbian by making me bleed everywhere during sex oh god I'm going to hell forever and ever waaah" because even though I didn't believe in that shit in any real way at all I still had raging paranoia about being punished for being gay... regardless I came to the conclusion that if all that bloodshed was the price of homosexuality then I'd just have to learn to enjoy it. And I was so right for that . But yeah when I did have sex again after that I was like Ok hellooooo God where is the blood are u there God...???

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

sorry if you've already been asked about this before, but have you talked about the Port Mafia Onsen Drama CD at all? The part where Chuuya takes care of Akutagawa in the bath (whilst complaining about it the whole time, but still doing it) and later tries to reverse-psychology Aku into taking care of himself by basically saying he can't impress Dazai if he doesn't take care of himself first makes me 😭 It's a rare moment of gentleness from him that I don't think gets talked about enough. He's also weirdly kind in his approximation of Dazai's motives when speaking to Akutagawa, and I can't imagine him just saying that to comfort Aku, but idk. What do you think?

I love the drama cds. They're so silly and it's nice to see the cast on their days off - wan vibes but there's some nice serious moments mixed in there too.

It becomes so obvious that Chuuya looks out for Akutagawa in those. There's another one where he invites Kajii and Akutagawa to get food because they were feeling down. It's all a little awkward though - it gives me the general feeling of a distant older sibling who doesn't fully know what's going on with the younger but is trying their best to be supportive. But the scene you're talking about is the one scene that isn't awkward at all, and I think it's because Chuuya drops all pretenses of professionality and just speaks honestly. This kid will not self-destruct on him. He won't let that happen.

And yeah, the whole "I'm sure Dazai had a reason for being so harsh" is so interesting. For once, Chuuya does not sound angry when mentioning the guy - these are honest thoughts. He either doesn't know the full extent of the training, or (as I'm inclined to think) he rationalizes it under "I'm sure there was some reason that will be revealed" which is what I'm pretty sure he does for both Mori and Dazai. It's that whole 'Chuuya doesn't question certain things' again which is really not great, though the fact that he brings it up in the first place makes me think it makes him somewhat uncomfortable.

There's so many other silly and sweet moments too. Atsushi growing uncomfortable at Dazai's dismissiveness towards Akutagawa and actually trying to say something in his defense. Ranpo messing with Kunikida while trying to get him to chill a bit, and showing Atsushi how to make a water gun with a rubber duck. Akutagawa and Chuuya roleplaying Atsushi and Dazai respectively, with Chuuya doing a spot on impression of Dazai but the others thinking it's wrong because it's his silly side and they only know Demon Prodigy version hjkjfgf. Kenji nearly injuring Kunikida with a pillow due to the sheer force he threw it at. The mafiosos playing a word chain game of badass Mafia phrases like a bunch of nerds. Atsushi washing Dazai's back while trying to find the words to thank him out loud before they run off to the kitchen to eat a late-night snack together.

Also I think one of the funniest Kunikida moments: "The glasses are part of my body." Said in response to Atsushi innocently asking why he wouldn't take them off in the onsen. Sir, what.

[random-iz-stuff]

I headcanon that Dib would be fan of Gravity Falls, (a show full of mysteries, cryptids and paranormal shit), making theories and buying all the books (and maybe some other merchandise); that or (as in an actual crossover) Dib would love to go there and maybe be Dipper's friend, since both share interests for the paranormal, also Gaz would love Waddles (Mabel's pig) 

I was a massive fan of Gravity Falls as a kid and yeah. Dib would eat that show up. It’s right up his alley.

Also there’s a lot of interesting stuff for a crossover between the two shows. You already mentioned Dib and Dipper becoming friends and I can definitely see Gaz showing interest in Waddles.

But there’s much more. Dib would probably faint if he met Ford. A paranormal investigator that ISN’T crazy, believes him when he talks about aliens and other cryptids AND wrote a bunch of journals and documents on the paranormal? That’s not just a dream to Dib, that’s probably something along the lines of what he wants to be when he grows up.

Also if Zim showed up in Gravity Falls as well you just KNOW that Dib would use every supernatural force he has access to in that town to fight Zim. Not even just the obvious ones like spells or the magic copy machine. I can easily see Dib summoning Rumble McSkirmish and sending him off to fight Zim. He literally just needs to input the code and say “oh yeah that green guy over there is an alien trying to take over the planet” and Rumble would instantly be ready to fight Zim.

Also that crashed UFO. I can see both Dib AND Zim wanting to explore that place. Dib because it’s a crashed alien ship and Zim because he knows how rare alien life is in this part of the galaxy and he wants to know what exactly came here.

Also, I’ve always figured that Irkens can’t be possessed by anything. If something possesses their organic body their PAK will notice and preform a reactivation, destroying whatever is currently possessing the Irken’s mind. And if something tries to possess the PAK, they’ll be destroyed by the organic brain constantly updating and overwriting the PAK’s current data (as it needs to do that for the reactivation protocol to work properly). So imagine Bill almost going through with a deal with Zim (which is possible considering that Zim is capable of building dimensional portals with ease, a skill that Bill very much needs), only for him to realize at the last second that he can’t possess Zim without dying (imagine Bill’s canon death but instead of a memory gun it’s the PAK’s reactivation protocol) so he needs to quickly rework the deal into something else. Or Zim letting Bill possess him as part of a deal fully knowing that he can’t be possessed, essentially tricking Bill into giving him something for nothing.

Speaking of Bill, Dib would 100% be willing to make a deal with him. He’s already been shown to be willing to make deals with demons like Mortos Der Soulstealer.

If the crossover happens post-canon and Bill is dead, a small child in a red hoodie can be occasionally seen Fortnite default dancing on the chaos god’s grave when no one is looking.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Do you think MC is a Mary Sue/Gary Stu?

Short answer: Nope.

I'm gonna be using "Mary Sue" here as a gender-neutral umbrella term because I think it was the original term and I also can't be bothered to keep typing both of 'em

1. From what I know 8 outta 10 times a Mary Sue refers to an OC added by someone to an existing piece of media. Despite MC being a customizable character they're not an OC and are as canon a character as any of the brothers.

There's a lot about them that's established in canon that makes them so and taking them out of the story will leave a noticeable gap in it

2. MC is a canon character in a story full of canon characters who are incredibly beautiful, extremely talented and insanely powerful.

If MC was a Mary Sue then rightfully so is every other character in Obey Me

3. From what I understand, Mary Sues tend to have skills with no logical explanations behind them - being perfect with nothing to back up why they're perfect

I don't really care either way for the argument of whether or not Rey (Star Wars) is a Mary Sue but someone once pointed out the improbability of the fact that she could swim so well after living her entire life on a desert planet and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that

MC, no lie, is OP as fuck but there's always an explanation behind their incredible powers, from their ancestry to making pacts with seven of the most powerful demons to having the most powerful sorcerer as their teacher.

S1 showed how they earned the respect of the brothers & made their pacts.

S2 even went out of the way to show how hard they worked to get where they are.

Their magical skills improve in bursts to account for the raw magic they already had from the pacts (& also possibly their ancestry).

Personally, I don't think we get to see enough of the "in-betweens" or enough of how they actually improve but it makes sense that we don't or rather can't because this is a game and it doesn't have the time to do so the way a real anime or manga would

4. MC also notably is not flawless. Though some of their flaws can depend on the choices the player makes:

* on their own some of these may not seem like flaws but they are often portrayed in a negative light:

• They're painfully blunt

• They're too nosy for their own good

• Because the LIs rarely interact with/talk about other characters we don't see this that often but MC can get jealous, possessive and rash. In Mammon's movie date Devilgram they're repeatedly called out for this

• They can be airheaded/dumb and oblivious

• Their skill in magic has a tendency to fluctuate

• Depending on the players' choices they can be as mean spirited (& down right cruel) as any of the brothers

• Depending on the players' choices, despite usually being cool headed when seriously pushed to it they have a bit of a nasty temper that can lead to threats (of somewhat extreme violence)

5. If we were to categorise OM! into a more mainstream form of media it would be an anime.

And though the plot and storylines of OM! would have it fall into the fantasy-romance genre, MC's powers and abilities make them come off with more similarities to a shonen protagonist than anything else. And well.....I mean we all know what shonen protagonists are like......

So yeah, I don't think general MC could be classified as a Mary Sue

[This part is not in response to nonnie but it is important so:]

However;

Why would it be a bad thing if you want to make your own MC into a "Mary Sue" ?

It's always felt like the term "Mary Sue" was there to shame mostly kids, mostly young teenage girls, from indulging their imagination and creating what made them happy.

MC's a customizable character for a reason and if you want to keep them as general MC then that's fine! If you want to make them a self-insert then that's fine! If you want to make them royalty or give them dragon wings or make them completely and utterly flawless then that's fine! It's your game, you should have fun with it the way you want!

+ Most "Mary Sues" are a person's first OC. It's their chance to experiment and see what they like and what works for them. As the creator of them grows the characters will grow as well.

They'll change and shift and (specially if these are characters created by teenagers) it's real shitty that the internet has decided they should be mocked for being "cringy".

As long as no one is getting hurt people should be allowed to do what they want and should be allowed creative freedom to express themselves.

Someone's "Mary Sue-esque" OC isn't hurting anyone, if anything it's making the creator happy.

And hell, even if those characters don't evolve and instead stay as "Mary Sues", so what!? You only get one life, if you're not doing what makes you happy then what's the point? Does it matter if it's "cringy" if you're having fun?

Go wild. Create what you want. Have fun.

[adarlingwrites]

Leave it to the Wind

Summary: Between deadlines, an awful transport system, and aswangs lurking about in the shadows, you have much to worry about as a college student in Manila, and it's so much that your social life is practically dead. Your wind people roommates want to help you remedy that.

Words: 9343

Relationships: The Kambal/Reader (Crispin/Reader/Basilio)

Warnings: Adult content, alcohol, brief scene of sexual harassment

Author’s Notes: God, the fandom is so thirsty for the Kambal, and so am I. Finally, some Filipino himbo representation.

The premise is: Hannah and Amie decides to play matchmaker. Hilarity ensues. Smut ensues. Please be nice, I based the characterizations of the character on the Netflix series and Trese wiki pages since I couldn't get my hands on the original comics yet oof. Some words, like terms of endearment and curse words, will remain in Filipino. Translations are provided. Reader is AFAB and is referred to with female pronouns.

Reposting this from AO3 with all three chapters in one post. A Filipino (Taglish) translation is in the works!

I

You don’t know how they managed to convince you, to be honest.

You rarely ever go out at night anymore. So many strange incidents transpire in Manila’s narrow streets. Just recently, you’ve heard of a new story about a tikbalang who allegedly participated in illegal street races.

So when your roommates and friends Amie and Hannah invited you for a night out, you hesitated. You gave them every excuse you can think of; you needed to do laundry, you needed to study, you needed to finish a project, and so on.

You know that the two of them are wind people, but you can’t help but think. Which of the various stories you had been hearing are real? What else in this world you haven’t witnessed yet?

“Aw, you’re such a buzzkill! Pretty please? You don’t go out with us as often. Enjoy yourself a little,” Amie whines, lying on the sofa of your living room.

On the other hand, Hannah turns to you with a mischievous grin on her face. “C’mon, get dressed already,” she commanded. “There are some total hotties we’d like you to meet! One of them might catch your eye!”

“I told you, I don’t need a relationship. You two try this every week. How do you even know so many people?” you retort, laughing softly at yourself.

“Well, our night lives are active,” Hannah retorted. “Don’t forget our sex lives!” the other added. Hearing those words, you felt your face get flushed with heat.

You needed a good fuck.

“Damn it, fine! As long as you pay for me.”

They finally got you to say yes.

As the night went on, you went to several bars, and you swore that you had explored every crevice of the city. It doesn’t help that the guy Amie and Hannah were with, a tall, dark and handsome man with flowing locks of black hair, drove like a demon. You got around quickly in no time.

Around an hour after midnight, you’re all exhausted from a night of dancing and mingling. None of the people your friends introduced to you caught your attention. At that point, you just wanted a stiff drink to unwind.

Voicing it to your drinking buddies, they nod in agreement.

“I know just the place, in Malate,” the man you’re with said. “Quiet. Discreet. I can take you there, if you want.”

“You mean The Diabolical, right? Let’s go! Text Crispin and Basilio, they might be hangin’ there too,” Amie croons.

A chuckle escapes your lips upon hearing their names. “Huh? Were they named after the characters in Jose Rizal’s novel?”

“I think so? Whatever! But seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!”

The remark made you laugh so hard, you swore you can be heard in the next city. “What the fuck! Amie, gaga ka, Sisa was their mom! The context of that scene was rough.”

Hannah’s mischievous grin spreads on her face once more, and she gently elbows your side. “Well, if you’re lucky, in this context you’d be crying their names while your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

You’ll never admit it, but you had hoped all their teasing would come true.

It didn’t take long for the four of you to reach your destination. As you enter The Diabolical, a strange chill envelopes you. The air feels different inside; it’s almost as if you stepped in a different world. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but when you looked around, you saw a duwende sitting by the bar. Or was it called a nuno? At the end of the bar, you saw them; two men both dressed in black suits. One has short hair, while the other one has longer, reaching past his shoulders. However, they’re facing away from you. Only the back of their head and part of their cheeks were visible where you stood.

You snapped out of it when the man you three are with spoke up. “I’m gonna call it a night. Have fun, you three.”

“For real? Wow Maliksi, this is the first time I ever saw you wanting to leave early. Aren’t you gonna stop by and say hi to Alex?” Hannah asks him.

“Maybe next time,” Maliksi answers back, a somber expression on his face. “Oh em gee, did you two fight? Wait, what are you two?” Amie asks.

“Whatever. It’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Your friends nodded and let Maliksi be. He waves at your group, and heads out the door. The engine of his car roars to life, and his car screeches away.

As the car moved farther away though, it seems that the screeching of the tires turned into hoofbeats.

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

“Amie! Hannah! Have a drink! Hey, who’s that with you? Is that the person you’ve been wanting us to meet for ages now?”

Your head turns to where the voice was coming from; one of the men in the suits, the one with short hair in particular. You finally had a good look on their faces.

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

As Amie and Hannah introduce you to the Twins, you can’t help but stare. You took the sight of their features in; they’re tall, with broad shoulders, and hard muscle underneath that black suit and white tie ensemble. They have wide noses with a high bridge, prominent bone structure, and a prominent widow’s peak.

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

What caught your attention the most are their eyes. They're pitch black, save for the small reflection of light.

Are these people even human?

“Stare at them like that any longer and they might melt,” Amie teases. The two of your friends are giving you an ear-splitting grin due to your reaction to the Twins.

“I, uh-” you stuttered, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be shy. You can sit between us, miss. We’re all friends here,” the twin with the longer hair says. If the other one is Crispin, then this must be Basilio.

Behind you, your friends are already giggling. They took their places next to the twins and leaned on their biceps. Across from you, the bartender comes to take your order.

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

For some reason, you’re panicking. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it’s because you’re sandwiched between the twins. “Uh, what would you recommend, manong?”

Laughter erupted from the twins. “Hank, she called you manong!” Basilio teases while grinning like a fucking dog. “Geez, are you really that old?” Crispin eggs him on, giving him a shit-eating grin. Hank takes a wet rag he uses to wipe down the countertop and strikes the two down. “You goddamn assholes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

“Ow! Alright, we’re sorry, we’re sorry. Get them the best seller, Hank. We’ll pay for their tab,” Basilio says, and Hannah and Amie squeals with joy.

“Oh em gee, you boys are so sweet! Thank youuu!”

As Hank prepares you a drink, you try conversing with the twins. “You two seem fun to have as drinking buddies.”

Hank turns around to reach a bottle from the shelf. “Those two are mischievous little shits, that’s for sure. You know, when these two were kids...”

“Hey man, don’t embarrass us like that in front of our new friend,” Crispin whines.

While the three continues fucking around, you leaned back slightly to glimpse at Amie, who was trying to get your attention for a while now. She points to her phone, and you fetch yours from your bag.

You read your group chat with them. “Soooo, do you like, like them?” Hannah’s message said.

“You’re into them aren’t you? You got so shy around them, it’s so cute!” Amie’s message said.

“Right? It’s rare to see you so flustered!”

You typed away furiously at your phone, cautious to not let the twins beside you see the conversation.

“Well, they’re an improvement from the ones you introduced me to earlier. Easier on the eyes, too…”

Your friends giggled, and as their drinks arrived, they stood up. “Girl, we’re gonna leave you with them, there’s some super hot tikbalangs who just came in the bar. Byeeee!”

“Hey, wait!”

They didn’t heed your words and went to sit on the tikbalangs’ laps.

Fuck, tikbalangs are real? Is Maliksi a tikbalang too?

“And off they go, flirting with those beasts after they’ve used us for drinks,” Crispin laments, voice dripping with light-hearted sarcasm.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we got used by them though,” Basilio adds, cringing.

You can’t help but laugh.  “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

Basilio’s head whips towards you, sweat gathering on his brow. “Seriously?! Shit, what did they say about us?”

“All good things, don’t you worry,” you answered.

“Nah, I need to hear what they said word for word,” the twin with long hair responds. “This is making me paranoid!”

Crispin moves closer to you, Basilio puts a friendly arm around your shoulder, and you can only smile. All of you are inebriated and if you were sober, and if someone else dared to get this close to you, you might’ve slapped them. But you feel good about the Twins, and your roommates never put you in harm’s way, so your trust for them extended to the brothers, somehow.

“Just tell us already,” Crispin slurs. “Tell us what they said about us. We’re curious.”

“Fine, fine. Okay, Amie and Hannah mentioned your names when Maliksi suggested that we head here to drink. Then, I mentioned that your names came from Rizal’s novels.”

“Then Amie said,” you continued, pausing briefly to come up with an impression of your roommate’s speech. “‘Seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!’ Fuck, it was so messed up!”

“That’s messed up, alright,” Basilio sputters, his face a deep shade of crimson. “I’m this hot and those are the only details they can spare?!”

“Ok, but that Sisa joke was kind of funny though. But it was still fucked up,” Crispin adds, and he takes a sip of his drink.

“Hold your horses, the story’s not done yet,” you say. You’re starting to feel more confident around the two.

Your conversation went places, until you found yourselves drinking until three in the morning, and at that point, it’s only just the four of you in the bar; Hank, the Twins, and you. Even Hannah and Amie are nowhere to be seen. Knowing them, they probably took the tikbalangs they were flirting with back to your apartment.

They didn’t even wait for you. Looks like they’re really setting you up tonight. Maybe they wanted the apartment to themselves tonight, and they got exactly what they wanted.

You had planned on getting up to go to the restroom, but when you tried standing up, you almost fell from the chair. The Twins caught you before you landed face first against the floor.

“She’s had enough to drink,” Hank comments. They set you on a chair with a backrest. “How will she get home? We can’t send her off in a cab at this rate. The train doesn't run this late either.”

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

“Hey, how are we gonna deal with this?” Basilio asks. “We can get you home once we sober up a little. It’s fine if you-”

Basilio never got to finish what he was going to say, because you nodded off against his stomach, and puked your lunch out.

You don’t remember anything after that.

When you awaken, the sun is already high up, and the first thing that greets you is the fan in the ceiling. Your muscles are screaming at you, and your throat feels dry. Memories of last night came crashing back and you started sweating in horror. Maybe it’s just a drunken dream, but it felt all too real.

You were flirting with these gorgeous twins, had too much to drink, and at some point puked all over one of the twins’ shoes.

And now, you don’t know whose bedroom you are in. You check yourself, and you’re still wearing the same clothes, with nothing out of place. There are no bruises or marks on your body either. You looked around you, but there was no one else in the room.

The doors crack open slightly, and you see two pairs of void-black eyes.

“I… um… good morning?”

“It’s… already 2 in the afternoon,” one of them says. He has long hair. This one is the twin you threw up on.

“Why don’t you have some lunch?” the other one said.

You just nodded and said nothing else, ashamed of yourself. You threw up on one of them and now you’re eating at their table. You just wanted the ground to swallow you alive.

“Sorry for puking on you last night,” you near-whispered to Basilio after you swallowed your first bite of food.

The silence broke when Crispin roared with laughter, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, Basilio was glaring daggers at his brother. He’s frowning like a child whose toy got taken from him. “Sure, keep laughing, kuya.”

“I’ll never show my face here again, I promise,” you say to them, hiding your face behind your hands.

“What’re you talking about? Forget about it. We’re friends now, right?” Basilio tells you, smiling. “But next time, vomit on my brother too.”

“No one’s throwing up because I won’t be allowing any of you to get wasted that bad ever again,” Hank announces as he enters the room with a carafe in his hand. “Bossing’s not gonna like it if the bar ends up smelling as bad as Basilio’s room. Here, have some coffee.”

“We should introduce you to bossing next time too. She’s not here at the moment,” Crispin adds. “Let’s do this again next week.”

The invitation made you smile, and you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You continued eating the rest of your meal.

“...my room doesn’t smell that, right?” Basilio asks after a few moments of silence.

“Gago, it stinks so bad. It’s why we made the guest stay at my room, because if she stayed at yours she could’ve died from how bad it is,” Crispin exclaims. “Seriously, how can you live with bringing women to your room at that point?”

“Kuya, you’re embarrassing me to our guest!”

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

bossing: a somewhat affectionate way to say “boss”. Comes from the old tradition of adding -eng or -ing to ones name to make a nickname, e.g. Luciana - Lucing

Gago/gaga (ka): (you) idiot/moron - someone stupid, foolish or ignorant

Tikbalang: creature from Filipino mythology similar to a centaur. They are hulking beasts with a horse's head.

manong: a term for endearment to an elderly male relative, or elderly men in general. Originally an Ilokano term referring to the first born son in a nuclear family.

kuya: big brother. Can be used to refer to one's own older brother, someone else's older brother, or an older peer or male acquaintance.

II

Author’s Notes: This chapter was heavily inspired by Bita and the Botflies' song Manghuhula.

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

After washing up, the Twins accompanied you to the gate, exchanging glances at each other behind your back. Little did they know, you definitely noticed it.

“Wait,” Basilio says, tapping your shoulder lightly with a large hand.

Crispin takes his phone out of his pocket. His younger brother proceeds to do the same. “Give us your phone. We’ll add our numbers, and you can text us if something happens,” he says.

“Or when you get home safe,” Basilio adds.

You look at the two of them back and forth. “This isn’t just an elaborate excuse for the two of you to get my number, right?”

Neither of the two spoke, giving each other a nervous glance.

Their reaction made you laugh out loud, and you took out your phone from your bag. “Here. I’ll give you my Facespace too.”

With the tension broken, the three of you exchange a chuckle. You punch in your number in their phones, while they did the same to yours. Crispin looks over his brother’s shoulder and frowns.

“Epal,” Crispin says to his brother, snatching your phone away from him. The older twin types something in, and it’s the younger one’s turn to stick his nose in. Basilio attempts to get the phone back, cursing all the time.

“You’re going to break her phone, gago,” the older twin curses, pushing a palm against Basilio’s face. “Then let it go! You’re the epal, I wasn’t done yet,” the younger one snaps back.

You give them a look of irritation, and check out what they’re arguing about.

“What the hell are you two grown-ass men fighting about?” you ask as you butt in to look at what they’re doing.

A loud snort bubbles from you as you see it; Basilio added “the hot twin” next to his contact name. Crispin added “the hotter twin”. Now, the former wanted to outdo his older brother.

Against your better judgment, you say, “You’re twins. You look like each other. You’re both hot. Now stop fighting over my phone.”

Perhaps it’s the afternoon heat, but there is a tinge of red in their cheeks after your remark. You waved them goodbye as you got in a tricycle that’ll get you to the nearest train station.

The MRT, in some strange miraculous twist of fate, isn’t as packed as usual. It’s still populated, but there were a few seats waiting to be taken. You sit down somewhere away from direct sunlight, and you take out your phone to tell Hannah and Amie that you’re on the way home.

The first thing you see is a text from Basilio. Then, a text from Crispin. You tell them both that you’re on the train now, completely forgetting about messaging your roommates. To pass the time, you launch the Facespace app and decide to look up their profiles, only to find out that they’ve already sent you a friend request.

Upon seeing Crispin’s profile, you did your damn best to stifle a laugh.

His work description says “works at the Krusty Krab,” but that wasn’t the craziest thing about his profile. At first, the Bible verse in his bio caught you off guard, thinking that someone like him didn’t seem religious, but when you quickly looked up “Ezekiel 23:20,” you did your best not to howl with laughter.

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

In his work description, he put “Model at For Her Magazine,” and “edi sa puso mo.” Then you scroll down to see a thirst trap of him pulling his shirt up with his teeth, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again. Well, at least that work description is believable.

They’re- what was that term your younger university friends were using again?- himbos.

They’re definitely himbos.

Arriving at your place, you slot your key inside the doorknob and twist. As you enter the door, the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat hits your face, and you regret getting too wasted last night and losing your chance to hook up with one of the Twins.

Or both.

Both?

Regardless, at least they’ve invited you again to hang out next week.

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at the scene before you. Cans of beer litter the living room, and your roommates are taking a nap by the couch. A tikbalang comes out of the bathroom, glamor off, and you snort as you watch him duck under the door frame because of his massive height.

“It’s already four in the afternoon. Time to go, big guy.”

He nods awkwardly in acknowledgment, morphing into his human disguise, and exiting your apartment.

You sit between your roommates, rousing them from their sleep. “I’m not going to clean this mess up,” you tell them, motioning to the trashed state of the living room, and reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. You just want to take a shower afterwards and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After rubbing the sleep from their eyes, your roommates near-tackles you on the couch, a curious, excited look on their faces. You forgot all about what you were watching and stared at them in surprise.

“So how did it go? Did you get to hook up with any of them?” Amie asks.

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

The two of them let you go with disappointed looks on their faces. “So sayang! Here we were thinking you finally have a sex life,” one of them says as you lean back on the backrest, closing your eyes as they continue to pester you for details.

“Why are you two so determined to get me to screw someone?” you finally snapped, amused and irked at the same time.

“Because you’ve been doing nothing but totally stressing yourself out! See how super fun it is to let go every now and then?”

“Thanks for the new drinking buddies, girls, but I have my fingers to keep me company. Hookups are too much work,” you lie to them, eyes still closed.

“That’s a toe-curling, full-body orgasm you’re missing out on, girl!”

“That’s assuming that the person I’m with knows what they’re doing,” you retorted.

One of them pokes your side with an elbow, and you assume it’s Hannah. “The Twins do.”

You opened your eyes, and you guessed right; it’s Hannah. You give her a look, before rolling your eyes, appearing to look disinterested. The smirk tugging at the edge of your lips says otherwise, though.

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

“I got wasted and threw up on Basilio’s shoes. Then, I ended up sleeping in Crispin’s room. When I woke up, they fed me and sent me home,” you tell them. Your roommates giggle at the story.

“Ah, speaking of which, I gotta let them know I got home,” you said off-hand, and somehow the remark only spurred your wind people roommates on.

“Yieee, you’re friends with them on Facespace already!” Amie quips, leaning in to see what you’re typing. Playfully, you move your phone away from her to conceal what you’re typing.

“Make a group chat with them!” Hannah exclaims, taking your phone away from you. You tried taking it back, but Amie joins in the mischief and blocks you from doing so.

When you got your phone back, the deed was done, and the chat was renamed to a single eggplant emoji. The like button was replaced by an eggplant emoji too.

Panicking, you add your roommates to the group to avoid looking suspicious, and swiftly type up a defense.

“Please ignore that, Hannah made this chat using my account.”

The teasing never stopped after that.

Weeks passed and you never bothered to change it, though.

It’s been about two months since your first encounter with the Twins. You’re becoming a familiar face at The Diabolical, going every Saturday to see them. Sometimes Hannah and Amie didn’t accompany you anymore. You’ve met the Twins’ bossing a few times, who turned out to be none other than Alexandra Trese. You’ve heard of her exploits and the two imposing bodyguards who were almost always with her. It surprised you that they’re none other than the Twins you knew, but it made perfect sense. Those two were jacked, and those muscles aren’t only for show.

Of course, because of your increasing presence in the bar, it didn’t take long for the rumors to circulate. Word on the street is both of the Twins had a thing for you, and neither is making a move out of consideration for the other. They are waiting for you to move.

You elected to ignore them, perfectly happy with your arrangement of having two handsome men to keep you company while you unwind. The thought of getting together with one of them, or even both of them did cross your mind a few times, however.

Ultimately, you wouldn’t know what to do if the day comes that you’ll have to confront how you feel and choose between the two.

Do you have to?

Crispin and Basilio are twins, but they’re distinct from each other. The older is more serious, with a dryer sense of humor, while the younger is goofier, and somewhat softer. One complements the other, and they’re both good company despite their differences.

Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes and you see that the eggplant chat is active. The Twins are inviting you to The Diabolical again.

“See you guys at eight,” you type in. Someone reacts with an eggplant to your message. Then the next few messages were nothing but eggplant emojis, followed by Basilio sending “#TeamTalong”. Crispin cusses him out for it, but sends the same message right after.

Yeah, that became a thing among the five of you.

You and the wind girls got dressed and took a taxi to the bar, your favorite jacket draped over your shoulders. Pressured by your roommates, you wore something nicer tonight; a black faux leather dress that hugs your figure deliciously. The shiny fabric added to the effect. The six bottles of Pulang Tikbalang beer the three of you shared before going out might’ve contributed to your newfound bravado.

But now that you’re actually wearing it outside your apartment, you feel a little reluctant.

“Maybe wearing this is a bad idea,” you mutter to no one in particular, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear out of self-consciousness.

Amie taps you from behind. “Oh hush, that outfit is totally sexy,” she comments. “Finally ready to get dicked down tonight, girl?”

“Shhh, gaga ka, manong driver can hear you.”

That didn’t deter them from making more inappropriate comments, much to the manong's ire.

It’s nine already when you get there, you’re in the Philippines after all. The merriment is already in full swing when you step through the door. Hannah and Amie went ahead and sat next to their lay of the week. The Twins wave you over from their usual spot, but before you can reach them, a man you’ve never seen before tries to get your attention, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. You’re a regular here, right? Want to drink with me?”

“Sorry, I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, moving away.

“Ah, here to see the Twins? Why don’t you ditch them for a change of pace and come with me, babe?”

“Not interested,” you flat out said. “Please move, or I’ll make you move.”

To your surprise, the man drops his glamor and reveals himself to be a kapre. He looms over you, cigar in his mouth, and you can feel the tension rising. People are starting to stare, and your friends took notice of it too.

“Try,” he huffs, puffing smoke to your face. You give him a sour glare while trying not to cough.

Before your roommates or the Twins could come to your aid, you panicked and saw an empty bottle of Pulang Tikbalang on a nearby table. Emboldened by the alcohol in your veins, you shatter the bottle and point the jagged edge at the hulking beast, hands shaking. You are a tiny thing compared to the enormous creature before you, after all.

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you say as you press the edge against his stomach, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“I love it when they fight back,” the kapre croons.

Under the haze of alcohol, you were more than ready to shove the edge in, consequences be damned.

Before things could escalate, Crispin takes the broken bottle off of your hands and steers you away from the stranger, while Basilio steps in to defuse the tension. “Hey, why don’t you back off, pal? Our friend said no. You wouldn’t want us to tell our bossing to ban you from the place because of this misunderstanding now, don’t you?”

Heart in your throat, you turn to the Twins, then to the kapre. The tree giant pauses, looking at the three of you, then smirks.

“Heh. Fine. But if you torpe whelps don’t make a move, I will.”

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

“Wow, what a jerk! He only left you alone when the boys stepped in,” Hannah quips, tossing her hair in indignation.

“You almost didn’t need rescuing, but I’d hate to help Hank mop the blood off the floor later,” Basilio comments, nudging you gently with an elbow. His eyes go a little lower from your face, and you see him look away.

You realized Crispin hasn’t let go of you yet.

“C’mon, let’s just go,” you tell everyone. Crispin proceeds to remove his hand away from your shoulder, and you take your usual seats by the bar.

The bar is loud, but the silence between the three of you is deafening. Even Hank seems to have taken notice, eyeing your usually loud and cheerful group.

“What’s up with you three? What happened back there?” the older man asks, leaning over the bar top.

“Just a handsy kapre who couldn’t take no for an answer. I won’t let it spoil the night,” you answer him.

“That’s the spirit. Holler if he tries something like that again, I’ll have him kicked out,” Hank replies, setting down three ice-cold beers in front of you guys.

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

Three bottles of Pulang Tikbalang later, you’ve had enough.

“This is about what that kapre said, isn’t it?” you finally say, slightly pissed.

The Twins look at each other with guilty expressions, and simultaneously nod.

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

They look at each other again. “Shit, this is awkward,” Crispin comments, scratching his head. Basilio nods in agreement, uncharacteristically silent. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do,” the older twin continues.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my kuya just because we’re interested in the same girl,” Basilio says. “Same here,” Crispin adds.

“So we were waiting for you to make your own move,” Basilio continues.

“Ah. So the rumors are true,” you sighed.

“We’ll accept whatever outcome there is. If you choose me, or Basilio, or neither because this is fucking messy, we totally get it,” the older twin says, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

Now the decision rests in your hands.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” you ask them.

You watch as both of them gulp. “Where do you wanna talk?” Basilio asks.

“Anywhere private.”

“I just cleaned my room earlier. Why don’t we continue this there?”

You nod, and they lead you away from the bar.

Looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

epal: in Filipino slang, usually refers to a person who inappropriately presents himself in a situation or butts into a conversation.

kapre: a tree-giant from Filipino mythology. Often described as very tall, dark, and hairy. Almost never seen without a cigar.

sayang: literally means waste. Can be used alone as an expression similar to "what a waste!"

torpe: someone who cannot spit their romantic or sexual feelings out to a crush or love interest

III

Author’s Notes:

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. Writer-is-definitely-going-to-the-second-circle-of-the-Seven-Circles-of-Hell-levels-of-filthy smut. Bawal bata, tulog na. If you're under 18 please turn back.

After the door closes behind the three of you, you sit on the bed, while Crispin sits on a chair near his brother’s desk. Basilio locks the door, and leans against it, unable to look at you.

“Right. So. How are we going to deal with this?” you ask them, crossing your legs.

“Don’t ask us,” Crispin says, swiveling the chair to face you. “You’re the one caught in the middle after all.”

Curse his choice of words.

“This is too weird,” Basilio speaks up. “If you want me to unlock the door, just say the word. We can walk out of this like nothing happened.”

“And then what? Things are going to be awkward between the three of us, I just know it,” you say to him, palming the back of your neck. “Things might get awkward with Amie and Hannah too, and I live with them. I don’t want our tropa to disband just because of relationship drama.”

“What about Amie and Hannah? Is it because we have history with those two?” Crispin asks.

“They’ve been trying to set me up with either of you. The fact that they also slept with you in the past also doesn’t help. Shit, this is messy.”

“Er, um,” Basilio stutters. “That might’ve been our fault.”

You furrow your brow and cross your arms. “Keep going.”

The Twins look at each other, as if gauging who should explain the situation. “So, we remained in contact after being used as a prize for bossing’s race with Maliksi, right?” Crispin starts.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, they mentioned a third roommate in passing and joked about lending us to her. Of course we blew them off, then Amie showed us a picture of you. We got curious and asked them to introduce you,” Basilio continues.

“I didn’t expect us five to become friends. And now we’re in this mess,” Crispin adds.

You look at them back and forth, and laugh in resignation. Elbows digging against your lap and palms pressed against your face, you rub your face and run it through your hair. “Amazing. Just amazing. See, I have a problem too.”

The Twins didn’t respond, eyes fixated on you.

“I like the two of you.”

You feel the air shift around you. Basilio’s standing upright by the door now, and Crispin straightened up too. The room is so quiet, you can hear them gulp in anticipation for what will happen next.

“There. I said it. The reason why I haven’t made a move at all is because of this exact moment that I was dreading. I didn’t want to choose,” you admit, feeling the blood rush to your head. “I just wanted for us three to stay like that, drinking buddies sprinkled with sexual tension.”

“And you’re in the middle, enjoying our attention,” Crispin says, crossing his arms.

“Selfish, I know,” you admit, head hanging low.

This is it, the moment that can make or break you three.

“Us three. If only...” you whisper, only for the words to fall flat on your tongue

You stand up, gathering your things and carrying your bag. “Nevermind. What a mess we’re in. I’ll go so you two can sort things out between the two of you. It’s been a fun ride.”

Basilio doesn’t move from the door, and behind you, you can hear Crispin getting up from his seat.

“We can still make this work, right kuya?” Basilio starts, looking over your head to give his brother a knowing look.

“Yeah, I think so,” Crispin replies. “What was that you said? The three of us?”

Your eyes widen, and you look at them back and forth. Their bodies are dangerously close to yours. Now you’re literally caught in the middle.

“I- uh…”

“I think we can work out an arrangement,” Basilio whispers, one hand moving to hold yours.

“Only if you want to,” Crispin adds, his breath kissing the back of your neck.

“I don’t want to lose either of you,” Basilio adds.

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

Giving in to your darkest, most hidden desires, you lean in to capture Basilio’s lips with yours, leaving his black eyes wide open in surprise. They flutter close, and he savors the kiss, slipping a tongue in. Then you turn to Crispin, and you give him the same sweet kiss as well.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like, now,” Basilio mutters, feeling the front of his trousers get tighter as he watches you make out with his brother.

Bringing your attention back to the younger twin, you loosen his tie, while you push out your ass to grind against Crispin. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait, are you sure about this? All of us drank tonight… we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Crispin says, moving his hips away from you. Basilio pauses too, and wraps his hands around your wrists to still your hands, a look of concern on his face.

“Kuya’s right.”

“I’m a grown woman. I might’ve had a few bottles, but I know what I want,” you reassure them, waiting for the two to make a move. “I know I want you two for months.”

Basilio lets go of your hands and lets you do as you please, a cocky smirk on his lips. Behind you, you can feel Crispin’s gloved hands reaching for the zipper of your dress. “Really? How much do you want us? C’mon, say it,” Basilio asks, moving in to place kisses on your neck.

“I wanna hear it too,” Crispin whispers against your shoulder, and he punctuates it with a light kiss.

All of a sudden, you felt shy at the prospect of confessing your fantasies out loud. “Why don’t I just show you boys?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one,” Basilio teases. “Consider it as payback for throwing up all over my shoes.”

“You’re still- ah!- mad about that?” you ask him, gasping in the middle of doing so when you felt a hand snake between your legs from behind. The older twin slips his fingers past your underwear, circling your clit with slow strokes.

“Not mad, I just want things to be fair,” Basilio teases, pulling your dress down. He gives your breasts a squeeze, fondling and rolling your nipples until they harden, and he seals his lips over your right one. Crispin moves from behind you and he takes his place next to his twin, lathing his tongue over the left. All four of their hands pawed at your flesh greedily.

You were at a loss for words because of how good they’re making you feel, soft moans bubbling from your throat.

“Speechless already, huh?” Crispin mumbles against your skin.

“Ngh! The wind girls weren’t lying, you two know what you’re doing,” you gasped, face flushed as you watched the Twins lavish their attention on your breasts.

“Shhh, stop changing the subject. Play along, or neither of us will make you cum,” he adds, pausing to give you a teasing lick, and resting his tongue on top of the hardened bud. On the other hand, Basilio is sucking like a starved babe while squeezing your still clothed behind.

You fake a scoff of indignation and grin. “Fine. I- oh fuck- want you two so much, I’ve been fantasizing for weeks.”

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

You’re a little mortified, but the alcohol in your system pushes you to be bolder. “I imagined Basilio punishing me for ruining his shoes.”

“And how did he do that?” Crispin’s voice.

“He asked me to suck him off,” you start, and a pinch on your bottom from the subject of your fantasy tells you that he wanted to hear more details. “He fucked my face while pulling my hair and told me how good I was the whole time and that he forgave me.”

“What about me? What fantasies did you have?” Crispin asks again.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you pushed on. “Hearing how you scolded Basilio, I imagined you taking me from behind and saying the meanest, dirtiest things possible.”

The Twins looked at each other, and stopped, their lips leaving your breasts with a lewd pop. “You want to make them all come true?” Basilio asks.

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

The two of them lead you to the bed, where Crispin puts you on all fours, and he takes his place from behind. On the other hand, Basilio is standing near the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants inches away from your face. You stare at it, licking your lips.

As you undid Basilio’s pants, he shrugs off his suit jacket and takes off his tie, then he takes off his dress shirt, revealing his abs and the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen, disappearing into his briefs. From behind, you hear fabric shifting, then Crispin peels your panties off of you. He brings a gloved hand against your skin in a loud smack, making you cry out.

“Ah, wait, we need a safeword,” Crispin mentions, soothingly squeezing your skin.

“What about Eternos?” Basilio suggests, and Crispin cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you mean, like the game?”

You stifle a laugh. “I’m fine with it,” you say to them, and they take it as a signal to continue.

The older twin dips a gloved finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, and tsked. “Look at you, already so fucking wet. You want this so much, huh?”

You nod frantically, then Basilio stills your head. “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”

You oblige, and Basilio fishes his cock out of his briefs. Your eyes grow wider as you take in the sight of it; girthy, with a nice length, and a few veins running on the underside. You wonder if Crispin’s is the same. The twin in front of you lightly smacks his member against your tongue, and you proceed to lick it, running from the base to the tip, slicking it with saliva. You swirl your tongue around it, then try to slide it in your mouth as smoothly as possible.

As Basilio begins to breathe harder with each bob of your head, Crispin pulls your ass towards his face, and a choked moan escapes your lips as you feel his mouth on your heat, toying with your folds before he finally finds that sensitive nub. The older twin proceeds to lick and suck at it, eating you out like you’re the best damn meal of his life.

Meanwhile, you push a palm against Basilio’s thigh to make him pause, and before he can ask you if you’re fine, you take his balls in your mouth and fondle him with your tongue. Your hand pumps his neglected cock as you did so.

“Shit! Your mouth feels so damn good,” he hisses, breathing hard. When you take his dick back into your mouth, Basilio gathers your hair and uses it as a handle, watching his length disappear in your mouth over and over, his black eyes hazy with lust and his mouth whispering words of praise.

Crispin looks at his brother with a hint of envy, cock painfully hard against his trousers. He unzips it for relief, and proceeds to stroke himself as he continues to prepare you.

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

“Um, there’s- ungh- a bottle of it under the pillow.”

“...you keep lube under your pillow? What the- and condoms? Can’t you put them in your drawers or something?”

Basilio doesn’t give his brother a response and focuses his attention on you. You gasp against his cock as you felt a cold, gloved hand prod against your asshole, and goosebumps formed on your flesh as you felt the cold lubricant smearing against your entrance. Crispin pushes his lubed thumb in, and you cry out in pleasure, your jaw opening wider for Basilio to claim. Then, two more fingers prod at your pussy, and you swear you can see stars as they slid in. The older twin toys with you while eating you out, and you feel a knot forming at the base of your stomach, threatening to uncoil at any moment.

You couldn’t take it. Basilio’s cock slides out of your mouth and you look over your shoulder, moaning and panting.

Crispin pauses from eating you out to ask you a question. “You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum on my fingers like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes, please, please, let me cum,” you begged, and with a devilish smirk, Crispin dives right back in to finish the job.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure inside you exploded, shameless moans coming from your throat as your first orgasm hits you. Basilio watches the look of pleasure on your face as Crispin makes you cum, making his cock twitch.

“Now that’s how you please a woman,” Crispin teases, shooting his brother a challenging look while wiping your juices off of his face.

“Wait until it’s my turn,” Basilio replies, smirking.

Panting, legs wobbling, you didn’t get to rest as Crispin takes his cock and slides it in you. In front of you, Basilio cups your face and directs you back to his cock, smirking. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking us like a champ, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Crispin hisses from behind you. “You like this, you little slut? You like being fucked by two cocks at the same time?” he asks you, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

Basilio’s panting heavily now, his thrusts becoming erratic against your mouth. You know he’s close, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. Eyes screwed shut, he lets out a low groan as he spills inside of your mouth, his cum painting your tongue white. You try to swallow it all, but a few stray drops dribble down your chin. The younger twin cleans you up, and kisses you deeply, not minding his taste on your mouth. He sits on the bed to catch his breath, and allows you to rest on his thighs.

Behind you, Crispin begins to rut faster, his thumb still in your ass as he pounded you. You writhe and cry against Basilio’s lap, bracing yourself from each harsh thrust. The younger twin pets your hair, but he moves his hand away when Crispin pushes your head against his brother’s lap.

“Take it all of it,” Crispin groans. “Ungh, you make me so horny, you little slut.”

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Basilio gets an idea.

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

Crispin blinks before obliging his brother’s request, clamping a hand around your throat. “Is this fine?” he asks you, and you nod a few times. He tightens his hold and pulls you to his toned chest, your hair sticking to his skin from your sweat. Basilio kisses you, then latches on one of your breasts. One gloved hand fondles and pulls at your nipples, while the other moves south to stroke you.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna cum again…” you choked, face red and tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

“Say our names,” Crispin whispers against your ear in a low growl.

You mutter their names at first, but it turns to full blown cries as your climax fast approaches.

“Crispin! Basilio!”

It hits you so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cried shamelessly, and Crispin places a kiss on your open mouth, tongue slipping in and teeth clashing with yours. He pulls out and finishes on your back, cock resting between the valley of your cheeks, still half-hard.

The Twins move to clean you up, looking around for tissues and anything to wipe you with.

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

Your eyes widen, and you look down to see that Basilio is hard again.

“How- what the fuck? What are you two?”

Crispin sighs. “Hannah and Amie never told you? We’re demigods.”

“We don’t get sick and our injuries heal really fast. Talagbusao is our dad,” Basilio adds, and you give him a disbelieving glare.

“You didn’t need to let that last detail slip out, gago,” Crispin berates him as he pulls you close to his muscular chest. He lay down on a pillow, one arm propping his head up.

After a few seconds of silence, you say something. “At least let me have some water first.”

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

“One of us has to fetch it,” Crispin says.

“What? Why me?” Basilio complains, scratching his head.

“Because I’m older, and I’ve worked hard to give her two orgasms in a row.”

“Hey! I’m sure that last one was thanks to me.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. “Ugh, please don’t turn this into a competition about who made me cum the most. Just get me my water, pretty please, Basilio?”

At the request, Basilio smiles and dresses haphazardly to get it for you. “Don’t start without me.”

You close your eyes with a smile. Crispin buries his face against your hair and plays with it. “You have him wrapped around your finger, you know?”

You chuckle at the remark, and Crispin kisses your temple. “Just don’t hurt my little brother.”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” you tell him.

Basilio comes back with a pitcher and some glasses, and once everyone’s hydrated and ready, the night continues.

The Twins spoil you with their attention, hands roaming your body as they planted kisses on your skin. Basilio sucks on your collarbone, biting experimentally and leaving marks that would darken in the morning, which draws a whine from your throat. Not wanting to be outdone, Crispin kisses your back, then the back of your neck, and he found a sweet spot that made you moan at that place where your ear connects to your neck. Basilio observes this and does the same to the other side.

“Hey, um, can I do it in your ass?” Crispin whispers in your ear, almost sheepishly, and you stare at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

“Of course. You go on top. What’s our safeword again?” he asks you, testing your knowledge.

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Eternos.”

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

Flipping yourself around, you lean into Crispin’s lap. “Here, let me help,” you say as you grasp his cock and start to pump. The younger twin behind you reaches for the lube and prepares your ass. You sigh with pleasure as you feel the cold sensation of the product on your skin. Crispin sighs as you slide his length between your lips, head bobbing up and down, and you feel him grow inside your mouth. You give the tip a small lick before doing the same thing you did to Basilio, cupping his balls with your mouth and fondling them with your tongue.

“I want you now,” Crispin rasps, tugging your hair to get you off of him.

You smirk, turning around to give him a great view of your ass. He reaches around for a condom, finds one, and tears the foil open. After sliding the rubber down his shaft, he positions himself against your hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You wince in pain as he starts penetrating you, prompting him to squeeze more lube to relieve your discomfort.

“Relax,” Basilio instructs you, planting soothing kisses at your jaw. You did as he said and unclenched your muscles, entrusting yourself to the two of them.

As Crispin pushes past the ring of muscle, you sigh in relief, discomfort replaced with the feeling of fullness. You lean back into his hard chest, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he starts to move. Meanwhile, Basilio kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit with the head of his dripping cock, but he freezes before he slides it in.

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“Just pull out,” you tell him with a strained voice, gasping as Crispin moves inside you.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re demigods. Our… um.. Yeah, we’re really potent.”

You smirk at him. “I’ll ask the girls for something in the morning,” you say against your better judgment. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Cum all over me.”

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

“Ugh, Basilio, you’re really killing the mood here,” Crispin strains to say, holding you gently by the neck. “I pulled out too, remember? Make up your mind already. I wouldn’t mind having her to myself for now, though.”

“Not a chance,” Basilio retorts, sliding the tip of his cock past your folds and pushing inside.

A loud cry rips from your throat at the sensations, feeling stuffed to the maximum as two cocks start to pump inside you. Crispin’s grip on your neck tightens, while you tangle your hands through Basilio’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.

Soon, The Twins find a steady rhythm, syncing their movement so you can feel the full force of their thrusts. Basilio throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to massage your clit with his thumb, while Crispin fondles your breasts with his free hand, using the tip of his fingers to roll, squeeze, and pull at your nubs. With every thrust they give, you clench, drawing a groan from both of them as they felt themselves being squeezed by your muscles.

“Oh God,” you whine. “Fuck, you both feel so good.”

“Say our names,” Basilio growls, and you oblige.

You chant their names like a prayer, underscored by the slapping of skin as the Twins fucked both of your holes. Hearing their names only spurred them on, and their movements became more desperate, sweat rolling off of your bodies.

“Basilio! Crispin!”

Underneath you, Crispin gropes at your breast harder, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and dripping to your skin. “Your ass feels too good, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and you silently thank Bathala that he’s near his limit. The lube is starting to wash off.

With a few more rough thrusts, he cums, shooting inside the rubber. Crispin cups your jaw and kisses you, deep and sweet, tasting your tongue. You’re on the verge of climax now too, and you give Basilio a desperate look. He understood what you meant.

The younger twin thrusts harder and faster while still rubbing that sensitive nub between your legs furiously, and the older one helps by stimulating your nipples once again. The bombardment of sensation is too much, and you feel white hot heat racing through your body as you cum one last time, voice hoarse as a throaty moan escapes past your open mouth.

The spasm of your muscles is enough to send Basilio over the edge too, pulling out of you and spilling his load all over the mound of your pussy, and your stomach. You feel Crispin slip out of you too. Basilio leans in to kiss you, almost tenderly, but still full of desperation, tongue and teeth.

After a quick cleanup and another drink of water, the three of you lay in a heap of limbs, exhausted. Crispin doesn’t shift at all, content on letting you lie next to him, while Basilio moves next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them on the narrow bed.

Everyone is sated, and with your eyes growing heavy, you wanted nothing but sleep.

“So, who’s better?”

You don’t know who said it, but you raised your hand to give him a middle finger. “Tangina niyo, you’re both good. End of discussion. Now please let me sleep.”

Thank Bathala that they did.

The next morning, all three of you wake up sweaty, stinking, and really, really hungry.

“Good morning to you two,” you sigh, snaking your arms around theirs. Each of them gave you a kiss on your temple. “Damn, I’m starving,” you said, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to e-”

Underneath the three of you, the bed’s legs give out, and a loud thud can be heard throughout the house. As you three scramble for purchase, frantic footsteps are approaching, and the door bursts open.

“What was that? Crispin is missing from his room and-” Hank blurts, toting his good ol’ triple barrel shotgun "Ama, Anak, at, Espiritu Santo". Funnily enough, when he sees the tangle of limbs before him, he utters the same words and quickly turns away. Alexandra arrives shortly after, gives them a quick glance, and shuts the door.

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

You barely touch your food, embarrassment burning your cheeks, and you shoot a glance at your twin lovers.

“Next time, lock the door,” Alex finally says, getting up from the table with a coffee in her hands. She’s too fucking exhausted to deal with this.

“It’s Basilio’s fault!” Crispin yells after her. Basilio made no attempts to defend himself, knowing that he forgot to lock the door again after he came back with the water.

Grumbling, you finally take a bite of your breakfast, jacket draped over your shoulders despite the heat to hide the bruises on your body. “The girls are gonna have a field day when they see me like this.”

“I need to replace the bed,” Basilio mumbles, stuffing his mouth with rice.

The three of you looked at each other, and laughed.

“So, see you next week?” Crispin asks with a smile, and Basilio gives you a pleading, doe-eyed look.

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

tangina niyo: Filipino profanity. Roughly translates to "you sons of bitches"

Ama, Anak, at Espiritu Santo: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It’s Hank’s weapon’s actual name in the comics.

[dreamkidddream]

I’d like to request hc’s of the Brothers and Diavolo reacting to an MC that’s so cute, she could pass off as a doll. If she stands perfectly still, she could pass off as a full sized doll until she moves again. She has adorable doe eyes, wears cute clothes (Lolita fashion or just has an anime girl style), and even makes cute desserts. If the usual MC was weak and frail to them already, Doll!MC seems so dainty, precious, and fragile; these guys would ban paper if she ever got a paper cut.

Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!

Update: here’s part 2 with the other Undateables!

The Brothers and Diavolo Reacting to Doll!MC

Lucifer

...maybe he made a mistake in picking you for the exchange program after all

You just look so delicate, and just so pure. 

You have definitely made cute little snacks and brought it to him while he locked himself in the office with paperwork

He lowkey highkey likes it no matter how he brushes it off with the usual thanks. Keep doing it, MC, he really appreciates it

When you get in trouble and he gives you the usual lectures, he can’t look into your eyes for long

Geez, he already can’t stay mad at you for long but now he can just feel his resolve cracking

If you get hurt oh Diavolo prepare for helicopter parent Lucifer

As soon as you accidently cut yourself in the kitchen (it would be the tiniest cut, barely noticeable),  you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen unsupervised and can’t handle anything with a sharp end (whether its a butter knife or kid proof scissors that would be safe for Luke to use unsupervised)

“Let me do it for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Lucifer, thank you but I’ll be okay. It’s just a frosting spatula it’s not sharp-”

Will punish his brothers 10x worse and demons 100x more if he finds out you got hurt (doesn’t matter what the injury is, could be so much as a paper cut there will be hell to pay)

Constantly checks on you when he can’t see you in person

Handles you so lightly that you barely feel his touch

Move over Belphie, you’re the baby of the house now 

Mammon

Protective x100000

Is still tsudere around you, but doesn’t insult you as much

Who are you kidding as soon as he looks into your cute doe eyes, he forgets what he’s saying 

Complains about having to do stuff for you but doesn’t mind at all really. He loves it because it feels like you’re depending on him, and that makes him feel worth something.

“C’mon human, let the Great Mammon carry your books! You’re gonna hurt yourself and I don’t feel like hearing Lucifer’s mouth today!”

It was just your planner and a small recipe book that Luke gave you, and it weighed less than 10 pounds but okay. You don’t complain either when you see that he genuinely wants to help and do these things

Basically your loud guard dog and secret service agent rolled into one

He’s gotten into trouble more than once for “protecting you”. A student barely bumped your shoulder and Mammon already tackled him. Lucifer was not pleased (but he secretly understood)

He can’t help it that you’re weak and surrounded by hungry demons! It’s a pain to go through this much effort to just protect you, since you look so helpless

MC he’s just worried that you easily break if a demon so much as breathes on you but he likes that he can protect you because he knows that he can keep you safe. You’re just too cute and sweet okay??

Also stand in his room after watching a horror movie to freak him out and he’ll be sounding like Mariah Carey lmao

Leviathan

RURI-CHAN IS THAT YOU??!

Is for sure having an otaku/weaboo freakout moment

You blend in with figurines so well, every time you come into his room he asks you to stand next to them so he can feel that his collection is complete 

He does it sometimes when he streams so people can think he has a rare limited-edition life sized doll that they can’t get. Makes him feel superior 

DRESSING YOU UP IN COSPLAY 100%

You’re like an anime character but in real life and he does not know how to handle it 

Can’t stare into your eyes, it makes them too flustered because he’s used to seeing it in his otome games and not from an actual person that he likes

Who needs maid cafes when he has you? You even dress and make anime themed desserts (once he built up the courage to ask you to make it for him)

Has to calm his beating heart every time he talks to you, you’re too precious for him MC! 

Your like his very own idol, minus the singing and dancing. However, if you can sing and dance....

Levi.exe has stopped working 

Satan

Thought you were a real doll until you introduced yourself

He really thought that someone brought you to life Pinocchio style

You looked like a princess from the many stories that he read, and he was smitten

Treated you so graceful and elegant like until he had his rage moments, which he told you to stay far, far, far away from him until he calmed down completely

Secretly placed a hex on you to where if someone tried to attack you or touch you with harmful intentions, they would be somehow be subjected to looking at their worst fear

You were wondering why that random stranger was just staring wide at you with extensive terror, but then you saw Satan grinning, so you left it alone. You thought it was just some weird demon thing

Loved when you made him cat-themed desserts

If you wore cat ears while doing it, he will turn extremely red

If you meow for him, he won’t know how to handle himself 

Asmodeus

You are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes on!!

Besides from himself of course, don’t get it twisted he’s still #1

He has most definitely had more than one photoshoot done with you both. And you guys have been trending on the Devilgram a couple of times already

Really you guys trend at least twice a month, and his fans love you!

They always ask where he got the doll from but he always laughs and says that “it’s a secret”

Imagine their shock when they see you walking and talking at RAD, some are amazed and some are downright scared

Fashion shows! 

He lives for dressing you up in cute clothes. Your style already suited you and he had great tastes so the new outfits he got you were just *chef’s kiss*

The cute little desserts that you made for him, he always posted it on the Devilgram before he ate it. They were just so cute MC and he couldn’t not show his fans!

Is the most careful brother when it comes to keeping you out of danger. He refused to let his body or skin damaged, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to you either! You are both way too dainty and fragile to let anything happen

Also spa days and self-care nights weekly!

You’re the perfect match made just for him MC

He finally has someone that can understand his struggle of being beautiful, bless you MC

Beelzebub

Soft boy is scared of touching you :(

He towers over you, and he’s scared to even be near you

It takes some time, but he starts to warm up to you

Is always gentle with you, no matter the scenario

Holding hands? He is hardly gripping your hand, said hand fitting loosely in his

Getting hugs? He’s meagerly holding you, not wanting to crush you

You once complained to Beel that it wasn’t fair to get half done hugs (if you were hugging, you were getting a real hug, not a scared one). 

He made you swear that if he was hurting you to let him know, so now you have your very own signal to use for him just in case

He was very tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap and just carry you around like that

He LOVES your sweets, even more than Luke’s and Barbatos’

No matter the size, he loves them, mainly because you made them and it was made with love, just for him

It always makes him feel so warm inside, and he doesn’t feel his appetite gnawing at him like usual

No one is dumb enough to try anything with you both in his presence and not, unless they want to end up either a: deep into the ground or b: into his stomach

You just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and he just loves everything about you. He just loves you

Belphegor

Hm, you look cute 

For a human

Acts like he doesn’t care, but you’ve caught him blushing before (he still does it too)

Won’t outright admit that you’re charming in your own little way, but he does in his sarcastic way like usual

“MC, you’re such a half-pint. You’re like my personal sized teddy bear.”

Has cuddled with you like you were his personal teddy bear (and still does, but you don’t complain at all)

Has a secret sweet tooth and eat your desserts whenever you make it just for him (and he doesn’t even share it with Beel, that monster)

Demons just have to look Belphie in the eyes, watch him flex his claws, and they all of a sudden forget about whatever they were planning. Good

He hates that you look so fragile, but at the same time he kinda likes it

You just look so soft, and you’re just so kind

It makes him feel like he’s protecting and caring for you, and that makes him feel calm and peaceful 

Please make sure that he’s okay MC, he’s scared that he’s gonna mess up again

Diavolo

The Prince of Hell is both surprised and pleased at your appearance

Do all humans look this charming or is it just you??

If someone as soft as you can survive living and going to school with demons, then this is great

Knew that you weren’t a doll, but still liked to admire you like one

Has asked more than once for pictures, you are just too enchanting!

Wants to have a portrait painted of you so he can hang it up in the castle

LOVES you baking for him! Loves when Barbatos does it too (even though it is kinda part of his job), but it feels different with you. It feels...domestic in a sense. Makes him feel like Diavolo, your friend and very interested in being your boyfriend, instead of Lord Diavolo, the prince that will be residing over Hell in the future

No one would be foolish enough to hurt you. If someone was, they wouldn’t even get the chance to lift a finger before they were directly dealing with him. Don’t take his kindness for weakness, he still is a demon after all, the future King of Hell to be exact

Was scared of touching you at first, but quickly grew out of it! He can handle his own strength, and you guys also have a signal to use just in case he does squeeze a little too tight

Will want to dress you up in royal clothes (if you were okay with it). Nothing is wrong with your current style, as a matter of fact it suits you! He basically just wants to play a fancy game of dress up/have a fashion show with royal clothing

Will take 100s of photos, no exaggeration

Asmo will be jealous, so be warned

Plus, he wants to know how his future lover/ruler would look in a crown so he can start taking measurements. You can never be too ready, right MC?

[fvck-the-rest]

Wisteria and Water

Giyu Tomioka x Wisteria member? reader + GN

WARNINGS: Tomioka's backstory, is a little sad

Word count: 571

I loved you for as long as I can remember. Ever since we started our training to become demon slayers. You for your sister, while I was born into it.

I was a part of the Wisteria Family. I knew what my life would be full of and that if we both lived through it, I would probably never see you again after Final Selection. I knew that I would be in charge of running a safe house for the rest of my days, there was no way out of it. Though it does not bother me to be there, without you is not what I wanted. I wish I could be by your side and help you with everything that you go through.

Though we would send each other letters, it was nothing like being able to see you and hear your voice. I'm starting to forget what you sound like, I'm not sure even what you look like now. When you became hashria, I heard from you even less than I already did. I knew that you have an essential job and that you saved many people's lives.

That's why when you should up at the front door of the current safe house I was caring for, I couldn't help but stare at you. You had grown more and had even longer hair, you had also filled out more, though hard to tell, you weren't the little kid that I once knew so well.

I was pulled from my thoughts and staring when I was pulled into a tight hug. A hug that was long needed and wanted. I pulled my arms up to wrap them around your neck and tucked my head into your neck, right before I slowly started to cry.

I get lonely when I stay in remote area where there are barley any people, let alone demons. I didn't know how lonely it would be, anyone that came to the house was so rare and talking to a crow and cat all day wasn't always the idea life. But, now that you are here and in my life, there was nothing else that I could ask for. Having you in my arms and holding onto me tighter than I could ever imagine is the only thing that I could ask for.

Soon you let go of me and I was able to let you into the house. Neither of us had said a word to the other. There was not a need for them, all we wanted was to have someone that we could let our guard down and be able to not say any words.

You followed me into my room, the bed had not even been made form the night before. That didn't matter right now. We both laid in the bed, I was the little spoon and you being the bog spoon. You took off your haroi and sat on the chair next to the door.

Laying down, there were still no words spoken, there was a even stronger connection between us, stronger than ever before. Soon after laying day, we were both asleep. At peace with one another and final about to see the one person that knew everything about the other. Both of us having gone through the same pain, and some of our own. We were tethered souls that were bound to never be far away form the other.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Lessons 1-5!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

So we obviously know that things would run a little differently with L!MC instead of a normal human MC, but just how differently do things go?

No Mammon, you are not allowed to babysit!

Unlike in canon, Mammon needs to be kept away from MC at the start. Why? He’s known this kid for less than a day, he’s gonna try and use them for scams.

Everyone else in the house? Well, they’re of... observing MC. This is a first, a half human kid just wandering around the house...

MC and Lucifer, despite their amicable meeting, were in this really awkward beginning stage where they didn’t really know what to do with each other.

“So...” MC resisted the urge to twiddle their thumbs as they followed their father through the halls of the House of Lamentation. This was their home for the next year. It was very grand... and also very creepy in some places. “Where’s my room?”

“Right here.” Lucifer stopped suddenly in front of a door in the hallway, nearly causing MC to crash into him. He opened up the door, the room was very very pink. “Asmodeus decorated, you can redecorate as you see fit.”

MC popped their head in and looked around, there were approximately a thousand pillows scattered around the bed. It was the perfect amount! The very pink colour scheme was... okay. Maybe they’d be able to switch some of it out for a nice blue.

“It’s nice! Thank you,” MC was about to say Lucifer, then father, then just shut their mouth. What were they supposed to call him? They had known each other for like... an hour. He seemed like the type to want to be called father, he was too posh to be ‘dad’ or ‘pops’, and calling their father by his first name seemed way too casual as well... Parental Figure..? Guardian? Sir..? Should they call him sir???

The fact that MC ended their sentence like they were going to continue it left the two in a very awkward silence. A+ job at conversation.

“Anyway,” Lucifer finally broke the silence. “If you need time to settle in, we can pick up the tour later.”

“N-no, it’s okay! I didn’t really bring anything so...” MC was in the middle of mentally cursing themselves out, they thought they had successfully avoided falling into the awkward middle schooler stereotype! “We can keep the tour going.”

“Alright then.” Lucifer turned and motioned for MC to follow. Wow... he was very... curt? Was that the right word to use? MC hoped this was as awkward for him as it was for them.

The next stop was the portrait staircase, Lucifer explained each one down to each minute detail, MC listened in rapt attention.

“We received that one from a painter from the sixth layer of the Devildom, it was quite a rare find.”

“How many layers are there?”

“Nine, we’re in the centre most layer. This is the most highly defended part of the Devildom.” Lucifer explained.

“Oh,” MC smiled. “Cool, so it’s like how Dante described it in the Divine Comedy?”

“Mostly, some changes have been made since that time.”

“Ah, okay.” MC nodded, a thought came to them which made them clear their throat to suppress a giggle. “May I ask a question that might bother you?”

Lucifer turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You may ask one such question.”

“Why did Dante say you were frozen in an ice lake?”

Lucifer looked around, once he was sure that no one was listening, he turned back to MC, his voice was slightly lower when he answered. “I was ice skating with Lord Diavolo, I fell through the ice and into the lake right as Virgil and Dante arrived. Of course, Dante had to embellish or I’d smite him, if only he left out the ice part.”

To MC’s credit, they didn’t laugh, but they weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how hard it was to not burst into laughter. “Oh my... how upsetting...”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’d tell you not to tell anyone but,” his lips quirked up into a smile. “No one would believe you if you said anything anyway.”

MC gasped, but the gasp ended up releasing the laugh they were holding in.

The half demon noticed some of the other portraits on the wall, each of the brothers had a portrait, there were two demons that MC didn’t recognize. So that was their family... they wondered if their picture might be on that wall one day...

“Who’s he?” MC pointed at the portrait between Mammon’s and Satan’s.

“That’s Leviathan, the third eldest, the Avatar of Envy, and the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.”

‘Oooo, so he’s a military guy!’ MC thought to themselves. ‘And the third most powerful brother? Wow... he must be crazy scary...’

“What about him?” MC pointed at the seventh and final portrait.

It may have just been MC’s imagination, but they swore they saw Lucifer’s expression sour slightly.

“That’s Belphegor, the youngest and the Avatar of Sloth.” Lucifer explained. “He is currently in the human world as an exchange student.”

“Oh,” MC studied the portraits a bit more. “Cool! I hope he’s having a good time up there.”

“As do I.” Lucifer replied. “Now we should move on to the Underground-”

“LUCIFER!” Asmodeus cried. “MAMMON’S BEING STUPID AGAIN!”

Lucifer sighed and dragged a gloved hand down his face. “We’ll continue this tour later, MC. Feel free to explore some more, try not to break anything.”

“Because the things might be cursed?”

“That and the things are old and expensive.”

MC spends the rest of the day chilling in the house with Asmo, who peppers MC with ALL the questions.

They does their best to answer... but it’s clear Asmo was hoping for something a little more interesting.

“So, do you run the human world?”

“No. No I do not.”

Finally, Mammon escapes whatever punishment Lucifer’s got him caught up in and tried to get MC involved in something that’ll probably make them lose their money.

Mini HC! A demon’s wings, tail, or horns might pop out randomly if they aren’t paying attention! The demon doesn’t even need to be in their true demonic form for this to happen. It happens more often with younger demons like MC!

Mammon stops his little scheme when he notices that MC’s wings have popped out and left a few stray feathers lying about... he can hear the CHA CHING sound already.

Our favourite dummy tried to Mission Impossible his way into MC’s room but MC caught him trying to make off with some loose feathers after they came back with a dustpan to clean them up.

Eventually, it was dinner time, and Levi was still camped out in his room. Mammon got sent to get him out, and he decided to drag MC along with him.

“I don’t think we should bother him-”

“Sh! We gotta get him out of his stupid room or he’s gonna stay in there until the exchange year’s over.” Mammon snapped, stopping in front of Leviathan’s door.

“I still don’t think we should-”

Mammon rudely interrupted poor, aghast MC by slamming his fists against the door. “LEVI! GET UP! DINNER’S READY!”

The only response was someone increasing the volume on whatever show was playing behind the door. Wow, petty. MC suppressed a snort until they realized exactly what they were hearing.

Was that...

“Is that the Sailor Moon theme?” MC turned to Mammon and asked. The moment the question left their lips the pair heard someone practically bolt to the door. It swung open and hit Mammon right in the face.

“MOTHER FUCKER-”

“You!”

Ah, so this was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. MC didn’t know that track pants and headphones were a part of the uniform.

“You like anime?!” Levi asked, MC slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah..?”

Quick as lightning, MC was pulled into the room, and Levi slammed the door shut, tragically, the door hit Mammon again.

“LEVI YOU ASS-”

Leviathan didn’t seem too interested in Mammon’s chorus of curse words and angry knocks, he was grabbing some figurines off shelves and showing some to MC.

“Do you know who this is?!”

“That’s White Blood Cell from Cells at Work. What about Mamm-”

“How about this!”

“Violet Evergarden from the show of the same name, now Levia-”

“Whose this?!”

“LEVIATHAN!” MC stomped their foot and pointed at the door. “Mammon said we need to go eat dinner.”

“Don’t interrupt me, human!” Levi hissed, MC rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.” MC crossed their arms and let their wings appear and puff up behind them.

“...w-whu-WHAT?!”

“We have to go to-” MC was cut off yet again by Levi passing out. Wow... what a day...

Mammon was still pounding on the door, MC rolled their eyes and opened it.

“He passed out, can you carry him?”

Mammon was decidedly not careful with his dear little brother when he dragged him out of his room and into the dining room. When Levi finally woke up, he got an earful from Lucifer, and tried to kill Mammon.

Apparently money was owed that Mammon wasn’t about to pay.

So yeah, MC and Levi’s alliance did not stem from desperation, it stems from otaku-camaraderie.

MC and Levi planned their credit-card hostage situation over a fun evening of watching anime.

Mammon never knew what hit him...

“Okay Mammon, pay up or your credit card gets cut up.” MC playfully opened and closed the scissors before poising them to cut up the helpless credit card. Mammon let out a shriek and shook his head.

“NONONONONO- don’t do that!” Mammon put his hands up and let out a nervous laugh. “MC... wh-what’s with all the animosity..? We’re buddies, right?”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes. “Buddies don’t try and make money off each other’s feathers.”

“You heard them, Mammon.” Levi snickered. “Pay me back the money you owe me!”

“I don’t have the money right now!”

MC shook their head. “Pity... oh well, bye bye Goldie-”

“The money’s in my sock drawer- just please put the scissors down!”

They slowly lowered the scissors. “What do you think, Levi?”

“Hmmm... you have two minutes.” Levi said, Mammon took off in a sprint out of the kitchen.

“Nice job Agent L!” MC chirped, holding their hand out for a high five, Levi looked positively elated and gleefully hit his hand against MC’s.

“We did it! I’m finally going to have enough money to go to the live show! Couldn’t have done it without your help, Agent Near.”

“Wait- why am I Near?” MC asked. “You get to be L and I have to be Near?”

Levi crossed his arms and huffed. “Would you rather be Mellow?”

“No! I want to be Light! We agreed that I’d be Light!” MC hissed. Levi, literally hissed back.

Rude.

Anyway, Levi got paid, and everyone had a very entertaining breakfast. Well, Mammon didn’t have a very good time, but boo hoo he should have paid Levi back sooner.

I think MC felt legitimately bad for Mammon, all the insults and jabs being aimed at him made MC feel a little guilty...

MC took care to be extra sweet that day, and it made Mammon feel a bit better. You know what made both of them feel amazing?

Screwing with the dipshits that were talking crap about the two of them.

MC didn’t need super-hearing to notice that some of the demons at RAD found it to be peak comedy that Mammon got slapped with babysitting duty.

“...do you want to mess with them?”

“What?”

“Too late, I’m doing it with or without you.”

Mammon was totally in, obviously. A little magic to move some of the lesser demons’ things around and voila! They were all at each other’s throats and Mammon and MC got to enjoy a fun lunchtime show!

The Purgatory Hall crew got to meet MC too, of course!

“And this,” Lucifer gestured to MC. “Is the other human exchange student.”

MC popped up from behind one of the rows of desks and gave the three newcomers a toothy grin. “Nice to meet you!”

Simeon’s calm and serene expression dropped almost immediately as he quickly looked from Lucifer to MC. The latter just gave him an innocent smile and tilted their head.

“Is something the matter?” MC asked, through the corner of their eye they saw Lucifer smirk slightly.

“N...” Simeon snapped back to reality. “No, nothing’s the matter, it’s nice to meet you, MC.”

“You awful demons!” A much younger voice yapped. “You brought a human child down here?! Shame on you!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed with guilt, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh!” MC gasped. “You’re the chihuahua!”

“Wh-what?!”

“What?” MC shook their head and shrugged. “What’s the matter with me being a kid? You look like you’re ten.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m well over-”

“Am I just going to go ignored?” The third and final stranger asked, a cheeky/very suspicious looking grin on his face.

“Right, you.” Lucifer sighed. “This is Solomon, another human exchange student.”

“It’s nice to finally meet the other... human exchange student.” Solomon offered a nod.

“Likewise.” MC pretended not to notice the pause before he said human.

The first bell that meant “haul your ass to next period because if the cleaning staff finds you skipping class you will be maimed” sounded. MC slung their bag over their shoulder and brushed past their fellow students.

“Have a nice rest of your day, everyone!” MC chirped as they and Lucifer headed off to their next class.

“What do you stand to gain by pretending you aren’t my child?” Lucifer asked.

MC snickered. “It’s funny! Didn’t you see their faces?”

Lucifer half smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps.”

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“That kid is Lucifer’s.” Solomon said the moment Lucifer and MC were out of earshot.

“Oh thank heavens someone else saw too... I thought I was going crazy...” Simeon sighed in relief.

“Hey! We’ll be late to class if you guys don’t hurry!” Luke called from down the hall.

Solomon chuckled under his breath. “This whole year just got way more interesting...”

A lot of MC’s time got devoted to getting to know their newly found family.

Satan was proving to be very... polite? Almost weirdly so? He’d address MC like he would address a formal acquaintance, not like one would address a family member... or even a roommate.

MC tried the delicate dance of trying to respect his boundaries and trying to get him to like them...

Once the glasses incident happened everything kinda caved. MC had been quite rudely shunned by Satan and they were quite done trying to be his friend! Hmph!

...hmph :(

At least Beel was nice... despite MC being a little intimidated by his size and resting bitch face, MC soon found out that Beel was a massive cinnamon roll.

In return for all the snacks Beel shared with MC, they introduced him to at least five human world cooking shows.

“MC, why is the music so dramatic? They’re just revealing the cooking supplies.”

“It’s a reality TV thing... everything is 10 times more dramatic than it needs to be. The music’s doing its job though, I’m very impressed by that pie dish.”

Overall, MC’s first week at RAD was pretty decent! Until... well... until Friday.

MC could only hide their demonic side for so long...

“That’s them?”

MC slowed their steps and turned to look for the source of the voice.

“Yep.” A second voice confirmed. “Human kid, like I said.”

Ugh... of all the times to have needed to stay late after school... the hallway MC was in was completely empty and they had no clue where anyone they actually knew was-

“Boo.”

MC whirled around to see the two gossiping demons standing right behind them. They instinctively took a few steps back before the taller of the two demons grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them forward.

“Geez, are all humans this tiny?” The taller one asked as he slowly lifted MC off the ground. MC fixed him with the nastiest glare possible, he tried to scowl back, but ended up looking away and laughing to the shorter demon. “Look at them, barely enough for a snack, no wonder Beel hasn’t eaten them yet.”

Turning to the shorter demon, MC gave them a similar glare. “Put me down.”

“Tsk, quiet.” The taller demon snapped, he turned back to the shorter demon. “So if we just nab them now, how much do you think someone’ll take for their soul?”

“I-uh...” the shorter demon couldn’t pry their gaze away from MC’s as they tried to sputter a response. “I don’t think we should...”

“Why not? The exchange program’s still in its trial phase anyway, we kill this human and they’ll just bring in another one.”

The way he was speaking about them made MC’s skin crawl. How dare he? How dare he talk about them like they were just common trash? Who did this... person think he was?

An old familiar feeling bubbled beneath the surface. It had always been there, the intense, sometimes overwhelming desire to let the whole world know that they were better. The feeling coiled its way up MC’s spine and wormed its way into their head where it settled.

“You can’t be spoken to like that.”

Every single time this feeling had flared up, MC had done their best to suppress it. They didn’t know what would happen if they gave in, and frankly, they didn’t want to know.

“Let them know you’re not to be trifled with.”

The burning desire to crush the two demons like ants was almost impossible to ignore. MC felt their hands twitch and sparks snap between their fingertips.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” MC growled. “Put. Me. Down.”

“Human,” the taller demon turned back and cooed, his mocking tone made MC want to rip his throat out. “I said be quiet.”

His grip on MC’s wrist tightened until a sickening crack echoed through the empty hallway.

Bile immediately rose in MC’s throat as they let out an earsplitting scream. Their wrist seared in pain and their heart began to race hammer against their ribcage.

The desire to give in only grew and became harder to control, MC could feel themselves slipping. The feeling only had one simple question to ask, one that MC knew the answer to.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?”

Their face morphed into a cheek splitting grin despite the pain, their head tilted to the left as they stared down the two demons.

“No.”

Horns twisted and burst out of their skull as they dug their rapidly sharpening nails into the demon’s arm. Their teeth grew and sharpened while formerly hidden fangs burst through their upper gums. The agonizing pain of their bones growing, snapping, and shifting in and out of place as their demonic form took hold for the first time numbed as MC revelled in their new power.

Through the reflection in the taller demon’s horrified stare, MC could see their pupils stretch into almost catlike slits. He dropped them onto the floor while he and the shorter demon backed up. MC’s impossibly wide smile only grew as they watched the realization dawn upon the lesser demon as he stitched together what he had just done. The human he had decided to bother wasn’t quite so human after all.

“Oh?” MC cooed as their wings split through their back and unfurled behind them. “Where do you think you two are going? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

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Lucifer was jolted from his conversation by a sharp blast of blue light and the sound of screams from a nearby hallway. He instinctively rolled his eyes.

“Lord Diavolo, pardon me but I need to go deal with a disturbance in the halls.” Lucifer said, Diavolo sighed mournfully on the other end of the call.

“Alright, if you must, but make sure to come over later! There are events that need to be scheduled.”

Lucifer knew full well that Diavolo was making half of the school events up as an excuse for basic social interaction. Oh well, it wasn’t the time to think on his prince’s social woes, he had a problem to solve.

How many times did he have to tell some of those idiotic students to take their petty squabbles outside?

Lucifer made his way over to where the fight was happening, he wasn’t walking with particular urgency, a fight on school property wasn’t too unusual, until a massive shockwave spilled through the hallways and slammed into him.

The Avatar of Pride felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, that was his magical signature... wasn’t it? No, it was just different enough...

“Dammit.” Lucifer doubled his pace, when he reached the end of the hallway, the sight was just what he feared.

MC stood straight in the middle of the hallway with their back to him, two other demons were lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, one was next to an incredibly dented row of lockers while the other was lying next to an almost completely broken drinking fountain.

Lucifer’s own true form was out in a flash as MC turned to look at him. their eyes glowing a shining blue. Their lips curled into a snarl as they let out an otherworldly growl.

“Go away.”

“MC, calm yourself down.” Lucifer said slowly as he approached them. “Return to your normal form.”

The half demon bowed their head slightly and took a few steps back as he stepped closer. Lucifer almost patted himself on the back for such a show of authority, until MC paused and looked up defiantly. The glow in their eyes doubled as any sense of fear left them completely.

“I said, GO AWAY!”

They lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped, only for MC to quickly turn and latch their claws into his arm.

The child packed a surprising amount of force into their strikes, but he was able to block and redirect almost every single one. If this were any normal fight, Lucifer would have just swatted them away and have been done with it, but this wasn’t any ordinary opponent.

MC was his child, the exchange student, and going through their first transformation. They weren’t exactly rational or directly responsible for any of their actions at that moment.

During a first transformation the demon is almost completely relying on base instincts to function, they’ll go completely ballistic for a while, trying to tear through anything in their way until they run out of energy and pass out. Which is why during a demon’s first transformation usually happened much earlier in their lives under the watchful eyes of parents or guardians.

It was clear to anyone with even casual knowledge of demons that MC had fully given themselves over to their pride and wouldn’t stop trying to prove their superiority until they passed out.

Even though Lucifer was blocking and avoiding most of the blows, MC had managed to get in a few good scratches.

They snapped at Lucifer’s right hand, narrowly missing it and aimed their elbow at his jaw. Almost casually batting the hit away, he hissed in frustration.

“Damn it... MC, control yourself!”

MC snarled and sloppily lunged forward, only for Lucifer to use his wings to bat them to the side. They slid across the floor, their glasses falling off and skidding away from them. MC lay still for a few moments, their chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lucifer stood in place, waiting for any sudden movement. For a few moments, the hallway was quiet, save for the massive gulps of air MC was taking and the occasional groan of pain from one of the demons on the floor. MC slowly sat up and blinked a few times, then looked from side to side.

Something important dawned on Lucifer, he didn’t know just how blind MC was without their glasses.

MC’s rapid breathing began to slow as they continued to squint and search the area around them for their glasses. Lucifer almost audibly sighed in relief as the blue glow in his child’s eyes began to dull.

“MC.” Lucifer allowed his demon form to disappear as he slowly moved towards them, making sure MC could hear him approaching.

The half demon stopped scanning the area for their glasses and looked up at him, they awkwardly covered a yawn with their hand as their wings sleepily fluttered behind them. It would have been much cuter if MC wasn’t spattered with blood.

Lucifer slowly offered his hand, which MC eyed suspiciously. “Come on, let’s go.”

MC blinked a few times, then yawned again and awkwardly accepted his hand. “Mmph... m’tired...”

“That’s good,” Lucifer said quietly. “Everything’s okay.”

MC half nodded and awkwardly stumbled as they tried to find their footing. Lucifer tried to help steady them, but it proved ineffective as MC collapsed into his arms. Sighing, he picked them up and began to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Just before leaving the school, Lucifer passed by Simeon and Solomon, who looked from MC, who had curled their wings around themselves and was sleeping soundly, to Lucifer, who had a few scratch marks on his face and whose hair was a complete mess.

“Ah, you two, one of you do me a favour.” Lucifer said as he brushed past them. “One of you go to the biology hallway and pick up MC’s glasses.”

Simeon and Solomon nodded and mumbled out an affirmation as Lucifer left the school with MC. Hmph, it seemed MC was right, their confused/shocked faces were quite funny.

MC woke up the next morning with the worst muscle pain they had ever and hopefully would ever feel. On the bright side, their wrist wasn’t broken anymore :D

They had literally built their true form. Their skeleton just stretched and rearranged itself, horns grew out from their cranium, their wings broke through their back and a new set of fangs decided to break through their gums... and then all of that new stuff was gone as MC lay in bed in their normal form like a deflated beach ball.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp, MC dragged themselves to breakfast, and everyone was all: “MC, go back to bed, you can’t do anything when you’re like this.”

“Quiet, I’m fine.”

“MC, if you’re fine, then give Beel a high five, make sure it makes the slap sound.”

“Alright then, Beel, come here.”

Beel didn’t exactly think to take MC’s shorter stature into account when holding up his hand for a high five. He’s tall, okay?

MC then proceeded to grit their teeth and try not to scream as they lifted their arm to weakly hit their hand against Beel’s.

“It made the noise..!”

“No it didn’t, I didn’t hear it.”

“Fatherrrr!”

“Couldn’t hear it, go back upstairs.”

When MC trudged upstairs, Asmo practically squealed and pointed out that MC had called Lucifer father for the first time. It’s a shame no one took a picture of happy/surprised Lucifer.

Side note: after the whole event calmed down, Lucifer was crazy proud that his kid kicked the asses of two grown demons.

Funnily enough, this incident is what kickstarted MC and Luke’s friendship! Luke heard MC got into a fight and brought over get-well cookies! Sure... Beel, Mammon and Levi stole most of the cookies but they were still good!

At school on Monday... hooooooo boy... the two demons that tried to kill MC had lived to tell the tale thanks to MC getting distracted by Lucifer, and now the entire student body knew NOT to fuck with MC.

A few weeks into the exchange year, things had settled into a somewhat normal routine... until one really shitty night in particular.

MC was curled up in bed, their new comforter and sheets were a pain to put in, but they suited MC’s taste much better than the pink that had been there previously. Sighing in contentment, MC felt themselves drifting off to sleep-

Mother fucker who was texting at the ungodly hour of 10:30 pm on a Sunday? ‘Twas the lord’s day and the lord of the house stated that everyone needed to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour.

MC picked up their phone and put on their glasses. After being blinded by the light of the phone for a brief moment, MC read the text.

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags 💰🕶: Oi! MC! U want a snack?

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags💰🕶: I’m in the kitchen! Get down here!

After debating whether or not to throw Mammon to the wolves and rat him out, MC decided that they did in fact want a snack and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo!” Mammon said through a mouthful of something in a container, a loose note hung limply from a piece of tape that was stuck on the Tupperware. “Next time, hurry it up, got it? Ya can’t keep me waitin’ like this!”

“Mm...” MC grumbled, rubbing their eyes and looking around the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

“Custard!” Mammon smiled brightly. “Ya gotta try this!”

Oooo, custard! MC grabbed a spoon and practically skipped over to try some. Right before they were about to try a bit of the heavenly deliciousness, MC paused and finally caught a glimpse of what the note said.

‘Property of Beelzebub, you eat it, you die.’

Uh oh-

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Okay, the next few bits of this WILL come out in order, I promise! Kinda... not really... eh... but it matters not! I hope you all enjoyed this! I didn’t leave you with a cliffhanger this time considering Lessons 5-6 are already out ^_^

So uh- wanna fight the demons that tried to hurt MC? I’m bringing the pitchforks, who’s driving?

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

love Dad!Lucifer can you do a Pt 3 please

Did You See The Lions (Dad!Lucifer Pt 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 Word Count : 2.5K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; violence; dad!fic; angst

@sucker-for-angst-and-fluff Here’s part three! 💗

The door to your room was thrown open and his heart sank when he saw your bed empty, the sheets tossed aside carelessly and dropped to the floor. Not only was your bed empty, but your son's crib was the exact same way. Beel walked over, his entire body was trembling with rage as he felt the warmth of your body that still lingered on the sheets. Lucifer knew exactly what he was doing when he called him down, he was keeping the two of you apart so he could take you away, so he could take the baby away. He rarely ever lost his temper, he knew the damage that he could do, so he tried to keep his temper under control whenever he could, but it seemed impossible to do that now. He stormed back down the stairs, practically ripping the door to Lucifer’s office off the hinges, already in his demon form. “Where are they?” Beel growled, his veins in his hands popping out from how tightly he had been clenching his fists. He didn’t just want to fight Lucifer, he wanted to rip him apart, tear him limb from limb. Lucifer only laughed though, placing his phone to the side as he looked up at his little brother. “It’s not funny… Tell me where they are!” He shouted, and while most of the other brother’s would be shocked to hear him this way, Lucifer had been ready for it, expecting it, even hoping for it. “Is it not?” He laughed again, leaning back in his chair as if his brother weren’t on the verge of lunging at him right now. He knew that Beel wouldn’t though, not until he found out where you and the baby were, and even then, he wouldn’t be able to do anything because Lucifer was the only one who could take him back to you. “You think I’d actually let you keep your little ready made family when they’re rightfully mine? Surely you don’t take me as a fool, Beelzebub.” His words only had Beel growling loudly, his teeth barred as watched the oldest who looked way too smug about this entire thing. “Oh, calm down. I think what you need is some time apart. You won’t miss much… or maybe you’ll miss the whole thing… I’m not very sure. Tell me though, why are you so angry?” Lucifer knew exactly why Beel was angry, he just wanted to hear it from his brother's own lips. He had felt it when you came in to give him that ridiculous birthday card, he could see it in the small glow that was starting to show, a glow that he remembers all too well from a year ago. “You didn’t want them.” Beel hissed, taking a step forward. “You don’t get to decide a year later that you do. It’s not fair to them.” It’s not fair to him either, but this wasn’t just about him, this was about everyone involved. “On the contrary, I do get to decide. That’s my family, and just because you decided to fill her womb with your own little… mutt… that doesn’t mean that you get to have her, or my son. She was, and always will be mine first and foremost.” Lucifer sneered, drumming his fingers on his desk as Beel reached his breaking point. Beel charged at the desk, throwing it to the side as he grabbed Lucifer by the throat, lifting him up in the air. Lucifer never changed though, he kept that same smug smile, knowing that he had the upper hand. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You’ll never see her, my son, or your own child if you do that… and you know it.” Those words had Beel dropping Lucifer to the floor, taking a step back. He needed to see you, he needed to bring you back, and Lucifer was the only one who knew where you were… Lucifer and the demon that he had take you and the baby away. “Don’t… Don’t ever call my child a mutt…” His nostrils flared, his fingers twitching, aching the wrap around Lucifer’s throat for insulting his own child, for everything that he did. “Where are they? Tell me now.”

You woke up in your bed, your old bed, in your old room. Your son was laid in your arms, still sleeping peacefully nestled against your chest. You didn’t remember anyone coming into your room in the Devildom, and honestly, the last thing you remembered from being down there was trying to stop Beel from going to Lucifer. “Beel…” You whispered his name, carefully pulling your arm from underneath your son’s head and sitting up, looking around your room for any sign that would indicate that he was here with you, but deep down you knew he wasn’t. Your emotions were running high, rushing through you as you tried to figure out what to do. Was there anything that you could do? There was no way that you’d be able to get back down to the Devildom by yourself, you didn’t have the power to do it, you only knew of two or three demons who were capable of doing it. You had to try to stay calm, for the sake of your son, and for the health of Beel’s child that you were now carrying. “Mama?” Your son’s voice almost had you on the verge of tears though. He didn’t know what was going on, and when you looked down at him you saw just how confused he really was. He looked around the room, his little eyebrows knitted together as he tried to understand where he was, but everything was so unfamiliar, it even felt that way to you. “I know…” You whispered, pulling him up onto your lap and cradling him against your chest with one hand as you reached into your pocket. It was empty, you didn’t even have your phone to try to text Beel to let him know that you and your son were okay, and you could only imagine how worried he was. You couldn’t think too hard about it, you had to try to smile, make things seem as normal as possible for your son. You didn’t want him to worry. “It’s alright. How about some breakfast for my little guy, huh?” The nickname had your son’s eyes lighting up as he squirmed and struggled to get out of your arms, climbing out of your bed and looking around the room. “Dada? Where Dada, Mama?” He turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutted out when he couldn’t find him. It broke your heart to see him like this, but it angered you so much more. Lucifer was heartless and cold. He didn’t give a damn about your son. Everything that he did was for himself, that’s how he always was and how he always will be. You quickly got out of your bed, scooping your son up in your arms and holding him tight against you to try to calm him. “Ahh, you know… Mama wanted to take you back to her house. We can go to the zoo… see the lions. You wanna see the lions?” Thankfully for you, your son's attention span wasn’t great yet, so the single mention of actually seeing a lion had his mind off of Beel, at least for the moment. He nodded enthusiastically, clapping his hands together as you walked him out of your room. You had to hold it together and just hope that Beel would figure something out soon.

He hadn’t thought of anything though, he was at a loss. Lucifer wouldn’t send him to you willingly, he knew that much. Diavolo wouldn’t send him to you without checking in with Lucifer first, so there was no hope there either. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know who to go to. Barbatos wouldn’t go against the wishes of his Lord, so even bothering to ask the Butler was a waste of time. “You could always tie him up and torture him until he gives in.” Belphie suggested, mumbling against his pillow as Beel paced the attic. He didn’t want to actually hurt his oldest brother though, he wasn’t like that. “No… I just need to find a way to get her and the baby back here.” Beel said, finally falling forward onto the edge of the bed. “Or maybe… maybe I can stay up there with her. Lucifer wouldn’t be able to do anything then.” He perked up at the idea of it, smiling up to Belphie who was already shaking his head. “That’s ridiculous, Beel. First off, the kid is half demon, and not to mention how dangerous it’ll be for her to deliver your half demon kid in the human realm. She could die. Her and those kids need to be back here, and you need to handle Lucifer.” He dropped his face back into the pillow, pushing Beel off the bed with his feet. “So go handle it.” Beel knew that Belphie was right, there was no way it would work out. He needed to get you back, back home with him, where you and the kids belonged. Lucifer stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee as if nothing had happened. He knew that Beel was there, he could sense the anger and irritation radiating off of his brother, but it didn’t bother him, it didn’t faze him at all. “Beelzebub. Would you like a cup of coffee?” He asked nonchalantly, holding up the pot as he finally turned to look at him. Beel walked over, grabbing the pot from his brother and sliding it back into the base before leaning against the counter, cornering Lucifer where he stood. “I want you to bring them back. They need to come back.” He was trying to stay calm, he was doing his best, but even being around Lucifer had his nerves on end. “She can’t be up there… Neither can your son.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at the way Beel said it, finally pushing his brother back. “You don’t know what’s good for my son.” Lucifer spit the words as he stood tall enough to meet the eyes of Beel, his breath was hot and heavy against his brother's face, not even trying to control his anger. “I’ve had quite enough of you parading around with my child and the mother of my child as if they’re your own. Then you have the nerve to come at me about keeping them away from a thief like you. It’d be comical if I wasn’t the one dealing with it.” He continued to push Beel back, not caring anymore how pissed off Beel was getting. “I have every right to keep my child away from you, and I don’t care that she’s carrying your spawn, I could easily have that taken care of as well. They’re not yours.” He moved to brush past his brother, but at this point Beel had practically blacked out with rage, grabbing Lucifer by the throat and throwing him down on the kitchen counter, pinning him down as he towered over his older brother. “You won’t touch her… You won’t go anywhere near her. You don’t deserve her or the kid. You’re worthless and pathetic and I swear to Lord Diavolo if I ever see you near her I’ll rip you apart. I’ll kill you.” His words were growled out through his teeth as his fingers tightened around Lucifer’s neck, wanting so badly to kill him then, and he would have, he really would have, if his brothers hadn’t come to see what the commotion was about, all of them pulling Beel away from Lucifer and holding him back. Lucifer was seething as he got up, brushing himself off and trying to keep his composure around his brothers, but all of them could see that he was just as close as Beel was to losing it. “I’m going to my office.” He muttered, his head held high as he walked away. Beel had finally calmed down enough for his brothers to let him go, finally breaking down and dropping to the floor as the tears fell.

“Mama… Too bright…” Your son whined, shielding his eyes with his arm as you both walked through the zoo. Neither of you had been able to enjoy anything because neither of you could see. The sun seemed brighter than you had remembered after becoming accustomed to the darkness of the Devildom. “I know… You wanna go back home?” You asked, looking down at him and he quickly nodded in response, turning around and tugging at your hand, trying to pull you through the crowds of people. “What’s wrong, buddy?” You asked when he stopped, pulling his hand out of yours as he started running as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Wait! Wait for me!” You called out to him, giving the people around you an apologetic smile as you chased after him. “Dada!” He said excitedly, and for a second your heart froze. Lucifer had come to find you, and you could only imagine what he wanted now. He had already done enough damage, the only other thing he could do to hurt you was keep you in the human realm and take your son back with him. “Hey, Little Guy!” The voice made your head whip up so fast, and you felt like you could cry when you saw him standing there. Beel scooped your son up, putting him up on his shoulders as he looked down at you, his eyes glossy with tears that threatened to spill over. “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have left you alone… I shouldn’t have-” You didn’t let him finish his sentence, you were just so happy to see him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your face in his chest as your own tears began to fall. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now… And did you hear him? He called me Dada.” You looked up at him, a small laugh escaping you as you wiped your tears. “Yeah… Yeah he did.” Lucifer wouldn’t be happy about it, you knew that much, and Beel knew it too, but you it just goes to show how little time Lucifer actually spent with his own son. “How did you get up here? How did you find us here?” Would Lucifer actually let Beel come see you? You weren’t banking on it, and you didn’t know how Beel would have come up any other way, unless Lord Diavolo decided to let him. “Don’t worry about the first part. I’m here now, and that’s what matters, right?” Beel sighed softly, shaking his head before looking up at your son and then back down at you. “As for the last question… I know my little guy and lions. I just had to find the nearest zoo.” He shifted your son on his hip before wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “So… did you see the lions yet?”