#In Which a Demon King and His Partner Do Something Exciting

[jolieeason]

October 2024 Wrap-Up

Here is what I read, posted, won, received, and bought in October. Let me know if you have read any of these books and what you thought of them. Books I Read: Books from indie authors/publishers: Books I bought: If the Duke Dares by Darcy Burke Vacancy by Linda Kage Playing High by Beth Pellino-Dudzic Tentacles and Teeth by Ariele Sieling The Moving House by Duncan Ralston The Magpie…

[shikiii-skadi]

Most to least likely to want to have children:

INCLUDES: everyone

WARNINGS: talking about biological children, but no mentioning of readers gender

NAVIGATION: Obey me! Masterlist

Most likely

💙Diavolo💙 - He is the future king of the Devildom, so he definitely needs an heir someday. The thought of having a child with you, which is basically the embodiment of his dream, is something he would have never believed could become such near reality. A child with a demon for a father and a human for another parent, while also descending from angels. Having a child with you is definitely a big wish for him, and he can get rather excited and pushy regarding the whole thing, but if you do not feel ready for children right now, he of course would respect your wishes. But he still would bring up the topic quite often, almost subconsciously, in your everyday life. For example, after you helped Luke with something, Diavolo will point out what an excellent parent you will most definitely be for your future children, or if you walk past a store that has baby/child clothes on display, Diavolo would tell you how cute those clothes look and that he should buy them in preparation for your children. Divaolo likes children in general. He finds his role as a father very fulfilling. He wants to have at least one child, and is open for more if you are as well.

💜Mephistopheles💜 - He is from a royal family as well and will need an heir at some point, too. His family will remind him of their wish for grandchildren every chance they get. But also without his family's wishes, he also wants to have children. Until you came into his life it was always a distant destination for the future, because he has yet to find someone, who he wants to have a family with. But it was always certain for him that after finding the right partner, children are going to follow at some point. Although he is in no rush and will take it on more slowly if you wish to wait. Mephisto loves his adorable younger siblings and wants his children to experience the same joy. So he wants to have at least four children, preferably more.

❤️Beelzebub❤️ - Beel definitely wants to have children with you. At least two, so that your children have each other. But preferably more. Beel wants to have a big family, just like he and his brothers are.

💚Simeon💚 - Simeon is kind of hard to place, because of his position as an angel. Like realistically he isn't even allowed to fall in love with you, much less to be intimate with you and sire children. But at the same time Simeon is known for his behavior that isn't really fit for an angel and his tendency to bend rules to align with his own desired outcome. While it is not his first choice, he would gladly fall from grace and become a demon, if it meant to be together with you. Simeon is very domestic and he would definitely desire to raise a family together with you. He prefers to have one or two children of his own, so he can make sure to devote enough of his attention and love to all of them and you, of course, equally, while also having enough left to give to Luke.

💜Belphegor💜 - While it would be a lot of work and would take a lot of time away from napping with you, Belphie does like the thought of having a family with you. It appeals to his more possessive tendencies, while also appealing to his domestic wishes. Belphie wants to have at least three children, just like he, Beel, and Lilith were.

💙Lucifer💙 - First his answer would be no. He already has to take care of his younger brothers. But on one of his quiet nights in the music room, listening to some of his favorite cursed records, the thought won't leave him and the longer he was thinking about it, the more appealing it became. Lucifer does find the thought of joining both of your bloodlines through a child appealing. To leave a piece of himself within you for everyone to see. It's the ultimate proof of your love and that you are his. The thought of you carrying his child fills him with an immense feeling of pride and possessiveness. Lucifer prefers to have just one child, but he can be persuaded to try for a second one, if that's what you wish. But two is his maximum.

💚Satan💚 - Satan is a romantic at heart, probably because of the many romance novels he has read. He is fond of both ideas. Starting a family with you and seeing your love combined in a little being that reflects the two of you fills him with warmth, but so does the thought of the two of you alone together forever. But no matter which outcome you do choose, there going to be a lot of cats. Lots and lots of cats. You will have a completely cat-themed house. And if you do have children, Satan is going to dress them in all the cute cat clothes and accessories, he himself can only wear for a few seconds in the confinement of his own room, where no one of his brothers can see him. The Avatar of Wrath couldn't walk around with cat ears. He has a reputation to uphold. But no one can say anything against his adorable children wearing those. They will have cute cat-themed onesie, cat shirts, cat socks, cat ears, you name it. If there is a cat related article of something, you can be sure you will have it somewhere in your home. Satan prefers to have one or two children.

💛Mammon💛 - On one hand, he would like to have children with you. So he could cross off another thing on his list of things he was your first with. On the other hand, he is not in a hurry to have children with you. He is greedy and wants to have you for himself for a while before you plan a new addition to your family. When he's not plotting schemes to get your child to torment Lucifer, because Mammon knows his child would never be harshly punished like he would (but Lucifer obviously knows Mammon is behind it, so Mammon will still be punished at the end of the day) or using your child to make money (by having your child beg strangers for money, for example), he is a surprisingly good father. Mammon is fine with one child.

💛Barbatos💛 - Barbatos wishes regarding children depend on whether you wish for children or not. If you want children, he will arrange everything, so that he has enough time to help you raise them and to take care of you, while also making sure to have enough time to dedicate to his position as Lord Diavolos butler. If you don't want to have children, he is fine with that as well, it will give him more time to focus directly on you. He also doesn't really have a preferred number of children, although he would prefer it if you don't have too many.

🩷Solomon🩷 - He is very, let's say free-spirited. Whether it's making a deal with a Reaper that involves getting his candle extinguished if he loses simply because it sounded fun to Solomon, or any of the other things he gets carried away with because it might be interesting, Solomon definitely doesn't see himself in the position to put all that behind him in order to take responsibility for a child. Though he can become serious, visible for example from the responsibility he has taken on for the people of the human world, which is why his ability to take care of a child is higher than some of the others. Just don't let him near the kitchen. But right now he thinks he is too young to settle down, even though he is literally centuries old. Though eventually, he would quite like settling down with you and raising children together. Having children together isn't a must for him though. And to actually get to the children point, you will have to give him another like two hundred years.

❤️Thirteen❤️- Children were never something she gave any thought to. Even after you two became a thing. She doesn't mind children, but she also doesn't really want some of her own. It's so much work. And a reapers cave isn't exactly the type of place to raise children that a part human in anyway. Thirteen can find some joy in taking care and playing with children, but would rather want to look after Luke or any other children of your or her friends and family and give them back to their parents when it comes to do the actual parenting. She is more of the fun-loving aunt every child wishes they had because they will be allowed to do all the things they normally aren't.

🩷Asmodeus🩷- Asmo is sure that a child that is the combination of him, the most beautiful being in all three worlds, and you, the second most beautiful being right after him, could only be of exceptional beauty. He would definitely be interested to see what your child would look like, but at the same time, he is also afraid deep down that his own child could upstage him. He also doesn't like the thought of having to share you with someone else and the whole chore of having to take care of a child. Though while it is a nice thing to think about for a few moments, Asmo rather not wants a child anytime soon.

🧡Leviathan🧡 - Definitely no. Levi has problems taking care of himself, he couldn’t take care of a child. And he also has so much anime and movies to watch, games to play with you, conventions to visit, lines he has to wait in for the special prerelease of Ruri-chan merchandise, and events to play for special login bonuses. He can't lose his login streak he has upheld for centuries! He is a busy demon. And the thought of having to take care of a child and actually having to raise and guide them, scares him because he is sure he would somehow mess up his child. He also doesn't want to share your time and affection with someone else. It makes him envious, even if it's his own child. Just thinking about it makes him feel jealous. And he is aware that this feeling of jealousy towards his not even real child is an ugly emotion to have regarding once own blood. He feels pathetic and just rather forgets about any children.

Least likely

Bonus:

🧡Luke🧡 - The thought that you and your significant other could have children together makes him jealous and a little sad. Luke is afraid that you might forget him and stop caring and supporting him the way you did before. Luke is in constant rivalry for your attention with your children before he realizes that nothing has changed between the two of you and that he is still an important person in your life as he was before you had children. Now he takes on the role of the big brother figure, even though he would never admit it out loud due to feeling embarrassed.

[r0-boat]

I read the Sitri NSFW alphabet

Lost my mind

Could you possibly do Eligos, Belphie, or Beleth? I’ll let you choose which one

🦩 anon

I'm very intrested in a Beleth alphabet so I'll do that one!

Beleth NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is rough and harsh and usually he doesn't do aftercare since he's already almost falling asleep. But you are the exception, it's been a long time since he actually cared about the people he's bed with. So, of course, he will hold you close and make you feel loved after he fucks you so hard that you are sore.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't have a favorite body part on him, he likes his body like any other demon would.

He likes your your cheat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum must be on you on you or inside of you That's word belongs. He doesn't want it to go to waste He loves filling that throat of yours as well.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Beleth wants to have a threesome with you and Belphie. He would love to have his two favorite people on top of him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is a sex god. As close as you can get to Asmodeus, In fact I think the king of lust himself would be intrigued by how much he knows. He only acts like he doesn't know because he wants to watch how you pleasure him. With a smirk he will even guide you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style and cowgirl. He likes to give the illusion that you have control. He wants to make you forget that he can grab you and, with his strength fuck you onto himself like a toy. Doggy is his go-to. He is seeing your ass bounce against him while he runs into you like an animal is so hot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Yes sex is supposed to be a way to make you feel good, and relaxed and if you feel more relaxed when you're happy smiling and goofing off then so be it. Sure you won't mind if he goofs off as well.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well-groomed, neat and tidy He likes to keep clean for anyone that happens to be in his bed at that time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No romance, unless you count dragging you to the bedroom with one hand around your throat does romance. If he wants you the most romantic thing he'll do is wrap his arms around you and grind himself against you to show you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does not masturbate, He rather just have sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes to be in control however in a more caregiving role. Like daddy kink, being called sir is fine but it doesn't give him the amount of pleasure that Daddy does. Though sometimes he does get into those moods where he wants full control like bdsm.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it anywhere, bed, alleyway, bathroom, a king's bedroom. As long as You're right there He will take you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Being a brat and not listening to him that's usually what gets him excited, any back talk as well. If he says "Oh ya?" In a playful tone you got him now time for your hole to get destroyed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like being interrupted, His time with you it's his time with you, perhaps it's more of a possessive thing, He only gets possessive like this during sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving, But he likes demanding you to give it to him. Putting his big demon cock in front of your mouth and demanding you suck at for him. And of course he will return the favor gladly

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast deep and rough hitting every spot to make your toes curl, making you come over and over on his cock in a short amount of time. Fucking you like an animal making you claw anything you can get your hands on only to mockingly coo at your screams and cries.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fucking loves them, obsessed with them quickies all throughout the day if he can't have you yet. Doesn't care if he has a meeting with Satan in 10 minutes. He will bend you over the nearest counter and fuck you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Fucking loves risks. The riskiest thing he has done is plow your hole while Belphegor slept right next to you. He needed you now so he ripped off your clothes put a hand over your mouth and fucked you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he really wants to, he could last for hours. But he uses it to sleep, so enough to make him cum once Fucking you raw is like going on a leisure walk to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

With him you won't need toys, But he will let you use it. He likes to slam a dildo inside you and watch you take it, or press a vibrator against you. Or perhaps use a plug and stretch your ass out for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's free he'll have you in bed all day, He will use a toy to keep you on the edge for him until he comes home. He could tease you forever. Tease you till you break and then give you what you want finally. He wants to break you so desperately Make sure you follow him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Talkative but not loud. When he isn't usually grunting and moaning He's praising you for how well you're taking him, He can't help but tell you how good you're doing or how tiny you are or how well you take him. How you feel so much tighter than his other fucks, how gorgeous you are how much he is eager to mess you up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He does not mind taking control of an entire country However with you he loves having control over you. He gets off to it as an angel he thinks about his life and chastity and he frequently thinks about putting you in Chastity and only letting you out to fuck him. Making you become his personal fuck toy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Huge and thick cock uncut and veiny thick breeder balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

anytime anywhere have him on speed dial.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he has his fill he falls asleep pretty fast, However when he doesn't fuck you he cannot sleep it drives him crazy no matter how much he touches himself he cannot cum without you.

[eldritch-spouse]

What would Vesper do if his queen were to suddenly, I don't know, disappear for a few days because she's off having "fun"?

Btw, I love the stories and the individual characters! I constantly reread them cause they're so amazing!

[I'm assuming "fun" means you're fucking around in the streets of Lust? If not, then I'm sorry, I can't really guess. Thenk you!! <3 That's super sweet of you.]

Putting aside the massive scare he gets when he realizes you're missing, he's about ready to crack Lacai's spine like fucking bubble wrapper for letting you just waltz off when the imp is able to get a desperate breath in and explain why he didn't intervene.

You were out getting "acquainted" with the denizens of the Ring.

The first thing he feels is absurd disappointment. That he wasn't invited. Really now, you could have told him about your sudden burst of hunger, Vesper would help arrange something fun!

It's safe to say the King will slide most non-priority tasks of the day into a shelf and follow after your trail outside. And believe him, it won't take long to find you. Because having the Queen of Lust just stroll around in the open definitely draws a sizable, loud crowd... He's farily confident that you wouldn't get hurt- Not only would the twats that hurt you be fated to something worse than death by his hands, the Ring loves you dearly. It's much more likely you're getting followed by demons begging you to fuck them or trying to show off with each other.

Vesper nearly shudders when he senses so much sexual energy condensed in one location, it's like a hit of dopamine snorted up his nose and rattling directly across his brain cells. He finds you in the state he expected to, honestly. Babbling, dripping slick and cum, too fried on pheromones to tell left from right but still coherent enough to beckon the next horny fool into one of your holes.

Such pride he feels in you.

However, he's not too keen on you getting overwhelmed enough to risk damage. As is, you're likely already going to be out of it for a week or so, raised libido, accelerated metabolism, emotional swings- The whole nine yards he'll have to prepare for.

Vesper cuts through the crowd and collects you from the mass of horny bodies delighting themselves with yours, creating a balance as he chooses to take care of most, and gradually decreases the number of partners you take at once, sometimes snarling at them viciously to stall their intensity. If someone disrespects his orders (probably due to rampant excitement at getting to fuck the Queen), then they'll be broken in two and tossed aside. You're likely too fucked out too notice or care.

At some point, you're no longer having sex but being lovingly fondled and soothed by the more self-controlled demons of the Ring, who are getting their rocks off just from seeing the state you're in.

Vesper decides when you've had enough and gives you a sweet, longing kiss before summoning Lacai and some guards to remove you from the premises, back to home where you will be bathed and properly grounded after such a fuckfest. The demonlord plans to lightly chastise you about the dangers of tossing yourself to the streets without caution. You are human, and even if his power flows through your organism, these things need to be eased into.

Vesper remains outside however, never afraid to sate his residents and take everything they toss at him. It's likely he'll overeat and toss himself into a rut, which his subjects are all too happy to deal with.

By the time he comes back, truly spent, the King just wants to faceplant on his bed with you.

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 8

a/n: finn receives a visit from an old friend to help him realize his wrongs, and y/n opens up to rhea. 

mentions: mostly SFW, brief mentions of violence during wrestling matches, appearance from a demon, fluff at the end, fem!reader, polu!judgement day, taking a shower but nothing NSFW happening in said shower

taglist: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites​ @odessa-is-my-queen​ @theworldofotps​​

Finn stood alone after his partners all left the dressing room, and he started to think long and hard about the disaster he’d created. As wrong as it was...he wasn’t sure of what exactly he did wrong. Was pushing Y/N to be the best she could be such a bad thing? Was having that conversation with his partners not okay? Finn didn’t get it, and he knew that was worse than recognizing what he’d even done being wrong.  

As he sat on the couch with his eyes closed and his fingers digging into his temples, he’d decided the best thing to do was just relax and try to sleep some of this off for a few minutes. Maybe he’d come up with some ideas of where to go from here while he did so. It didn’t take long for Finn to doze off as he laid on the couch, but as he did, Finn could feel a presence of someone - no, something - with him. He had no clue who it was, but he tried to ignore it. 

Try as hard as he wanted...but Finn would never be able to ignore his demons. 

He took a deep breath and tried to push away everything that he was feeling; oddly enough, the darkness surrounding him was comforting. It gave him the space to feel what he needed to feel without anyone else there telling him what to do. However, as his light slumber took over his body he noticed that presence finally showing their true identity. 

“Christ, haven’t seen you in awhile.” Finn mumbled in slight annoyance, looking straight at the red and black Demon in front of him. Bálor stood in front of him in all his glory, smiling and swaying on all fours as he finally made his grand entrance. 

“It’s been way too long, friend!” Bálor said in excitement. “I needed to come see you after the mess you’ve made.” Nothing about the Demon King was a good sign, and Finn knew that. He was the last person Finn wanted to see at the moment. 

Finn rolled his eyes at Bálor’s words and shook his head. “Don’t even start.” He said, clearly agitated and wanting nothing to do with this conversation. “If you’re here to tell me I fucked up and they’re upset with me, don’t waste your time. Everyone else has already made it pretty clear.”

Bálor couldn’t help but laugh a bit, moving closer to Finn and standing in front of him. Just the sight alone made Finn’s skin crawl, but he’d also learned a long time ago to embrace his demons rather than pushing them away; that only made it worse. Bálor quickly caught onto that as well and used it to his advantage whenever he wanted to make his presence known. “I’m not going to repeat much of what’s already been said, friend. Especially because they’re all right.” The Demon stated matter of factly. 

The Irishman was even more agitated. “Fuck this, I’m not having this conversation-”

“Oh, yes we are!” Bálor interrupted. “And you’re going to listen, which is something you haven’t been very good at.” The Demon began pacing around on all fours, watching Finn like a hawk as he began talking. “It’s no secret you love the humans, all four of them. Whether you’ve been acting like it, it a different story.” He smirked at how furious those words made Finn, who almost interrupted. But the Demon held up his finger as if to remind Finn to keep quiet. “You don’t show love by hurting others. And you’ve especially hurt the small one.” Bálor said, speaking specifically of Y/N. “She injured herself for you, and it still wasn’t enough?”

Finn listened carefully, seeing where Bálor was going with this but still not understanding why he was in the wrong. “I never said it wasn’t enough.” He answered softly. “I just...I want to make her the best she can be. Sure I’m harsh but how is that such a bad thing?”

Bálor tsked softly, showing his fangs as he watched Finn squirm due to the lack of comfort. “She shouldn’t have to hurt herself to prove to you she’s loyal.” The Demon said slowly and carefully. “Not only that, but she has already sacrificed enough. Leaving behind someone she loved, causes more pain than anything physical.” He reminded Finn softly. “Think of what happened when you met the humans...you did the same, didn’t you?”

He thought carefully about Bálor’s words. The Demon was right; not only did Finn have this same period of loss and grieving of previous relationships before joining The Judgement Day, but everyone else did as well. Hell, Dominik was still grieving and coming to terms with his own situation after all this time. Bálor was right - Finn wasn’t seeing the progress Y/N had been making. He looked up at the Demon before letting his posture relax. “Yeah...yeah, I did.” He answered softly. “I don’t know how to fix it though. I want to...I just don’t know how.” 

A soft smirk crawled onto the lips of the Demon King himself, his fangs once again making an appearance. “You show each of them how much you love them, and you stop treating them this way.” Bálor said softly. “Your actions will speak much louder than your words.” 

The Irishman gave another small nod as he thought through his conversation with Bálor. “I can do that.” He said softly, watching as the Demon smiled in satisfaction. 

“Who would’ve thought I’d be the one teaching you to be human.” Bálor noted, a hint of sarcasm and pride in his voice. “You should work on that before I get too soft for you silly people.” That was when Bálor began to make his exit towards the darkness once again, hoping that his old friend would learn his lesson after this. 

Finn came to and opened his eyes, back in the dressing room on the couch where he’d dozed off to think through what had happened. Oddly enough, Bálor was right and had taught him what it means to be human; how backwards that was. 

All he knew, was that he had work to do. And that work began the next morning, knowing that none of his partners wanted anything to do with him for the rest of the night. 

--- ---

The remainder of The Judgement Day had gotten back to their hotel long after finally leaving the venue. None of them were thrilled with the circumstances, but they needed to have faith that Finn was putting the work in to think through what he’d done and how he was going to fix it. 

While Damian and Dominik crawled into bed, Rhea took Y/N into the shower so she could take some time for herself. She also wanted to hear what Y/N was thinking, as she hadn’t said much since leaving the arena earlier in the night. Rhea turned the water on and turned to where Y/N was sat on the bathroom counter, gently moving the ice pack away from her jaw and sighing at the sight of the bruise. “How are you feeling?” She asked softly. 

Y/N gave a small shrug and took off the t-shirt she was wearing (courtesy of Damian) and revealed some more forming bruises on her back from the table spot. “I could be better. I’m just tired I think.” She noted quietly. Who wouldn’t be tired after getting kicked in the face and falling through a table? She thought to herself. 

Rhea nodded and took a makeup wipe to start removing left behind eyeliner and mascara on Y/N’s cheeks. “I promise we can go to bed soon.” She gently stood Y/N up afterwards and helped her discard of her shorts, both of them stepping under the hot water and letting the steam relax their sore muscles. Y/N sighed in content, a small smile on her face for the first time almost all night. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful for a shower.” Y/N said softly, making Rhea chuckle. She leaned in to kiss her smaller partner’s forehead and grabbed some shampoo. “Is Finn coming back tonight?” She hated to admit it, but part of her missed the idiot. Yes he pissed Y/N off, but she still hoped he would come back that night and try to make things better. 

The Aussie gave a small sigh and started to wash Y/N’s hair, gently getting at her scalp with her nails. “I don’t think so, bug.” She said quietly. “It’s probably for the better. He just...he needs the night.” Up to this point, Rhea had no clue Y/N heard anything Finn had said regarding her loyalty. She and the boys were living in ignorant bliss because of it; but Y/N knew she needed to tell Rhea. 

So Y/N leaned her head back under the water as the shampoo was rinsed from her hair before looking up at Rhea. “I know what he thinks of me.” She said, Rhea furrowing her brows in confusion. “I heard you guys talking about...about whether I was loyal or not. I heard his doubts.” The sadness was written all over Y/N’s face, and Rhea knew she couldn’t change what had been said.

Rhea frowned and kissed Y/N’s forehead again. “I’m so sorry,” she said before giving Y/N a kiss on the lips. “He...I know it’s not good. He just has such high expectations of people. And we wanted him to think through what he said but he just gets so in the moment when he cares.” 

Y/N shook her head and stood on her toes to give Rhea one more kiss. “I know, I heard you guys sticking up for me.” She said quietly. “I just wish I knew when...when I’d be good enough.”

With one more kiss, Rhea held Y/N’s cheeks and made eye contact with her. “You are.” She whispered. “You’re all we could ask for. And he’s going to come to his senses soon.” That was more to convince herself than Y/N. 

The two spent the rest of the shower in silence, helping each other clean up and exchanging slow kisses with one another. Eventually they finished and got changed before heading out to bed, and they maneuvered their way into the mess of limbs that Dominik and Damian already created; Rhea took the easy way and laid on the outside next to Dominik, and Y/N shimmied between the two boys to take her rightful spot with Damian. 

Damian’s arms easily wrapped around Y/N on instinct and she snuggled into his chest, the sound of the large man’s heartbeat lulling her to sleep. But as she laid there, alone with her thoughts, she couldn’t stop thinking of their missing Irishman who she wanted nothing more than to just admit he was wrong and fix everything. 

The question was, would be even admit it?

[seven-circlllxs]

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5. Surprise a writing partner with a starter in which your muse gives their muse a Valentine's Day gift!

_- Lucifer -_

Lucifer had a habit of nosing around. It wasn't his fault that he was a naturally curious being, that blame fell solidly on His Father's Almighty shoulders, and it was one of the few gifts that Lucifer appreciated keeping from the beginning. Nosing around in Alastor's space wasn't a terribly good idea, he was well aware of that, but when someone was as elusive as the Radio Demon, you couldn't help but fan that little spark of curiosity into an overblown flame of need-to-know.

His footsteps were feather-light and perfectly spaced as he made his way through the newly reconstructed broadcast tower, his attention stolen by something that he had noticed was absent from the demon's appearance ever since the battle with the Exterminators.

.. He supposed it might be a good thing if the two strongest patrons of the hotel actually got along. For Charlie's sake.

Yep. Definitely the only reason he was doing this. Just for Charlie.

His claws grasped at the broken microphone stand, and the microphone's eye twitched towards him weakly. He could feel the straining energy that lingered in the two halves of the staff, and he readjusted his grip, settling the top and bottom properly against one another.

He squeezed his hands tight over the seam, a hazy golden glow flowing from his chest and through his arms, thin tendrils of light curling out and away from his palms, around the staff, inlaying it with glittering golden embellishments.

Lucifer loosened his grip, inspecting the healed microphone, admiring the golden apple (or was it a radio dial, that'd make more sense-) where all of the twisting turning carvings stemmed from, and smiling when the microphone squawked with feedback.

"Perfect. Now, why don't you point me in the direction of your broadcaster, huh?" He gestured down the hallway with the recovered mic, following its' little Morse beeps left and right and down the halls and into the lobby and-!

"Alastor!" The King of Hell called, tucking the microphone behind his back after shushing it gently. He strode across the main foyer to stand before the Radio Demon, bouncing on his heels with excitement.

"I've gotten you a little something-, well, gotten is a strong word, but-!" He revealed the microphone with a grand spin, tilting the speaker end towards its' proper owner

"I, uh.. Figured it might be nice to have the little guy back in working order, yeah?"

He hoped that this would go over well. His track record with giving gifts to people wasn't the best..

[ @ritzy-cervidae ]

[gennemi]

I have something in the works which will be multi chapter, and it's canon x Oc work! Another reason I haven't gotten to requests!

It's to do with Muzan Kibutsuji and my Oc Kasumi!! This is one of things I've been wanting to rp, but since I can't find a partner, why not write it as a multi chapter fic? It will probably be multiple parts?

Also there will be anime and manga spoilers throughout!! So beware! I still need to figure out a name for each part and chapter. And yes it will contain angst, fluff and smut!

Small summary for pt 1:

In the Heian Era, Kasumi Kimura. Is married off to a ill, and grumpy nobleman Muzan Kibutsuji. Thier arranged marriage won't be all butterflies and rainbows at first, but what will come of it as thier marriage progresses? Who knows....

Small summary of pt 2:

Muzan was turned into a demon, but the medicine he took from his doctor. But something happens along the way, his wife becomes ill with a sickness that her mother passed from when she was a young girl what will happen?.... Who knows.

Small summary of pt 3:

Thousands of years passed, Muzan and his wife Kasumi are the king and queen of demons. But what events will unfold as soon as a certain boy with hanafuda earrings shows up?

This will be a BIG project that I'm excited for!! If you guys would like you can help me with names of each part!!I'll figure out names for chapters! I would love to hear your ideas of names for each part!!

[whateverimagination]

SO with the fact that we got Helluva Boss episode 4 of season 2, I wanna talk about the next episode to come! Which I am 95% sure is gonna include Fizzarolli, I wanna share my thoughts on a few thing we know! Even if I'm wrong and the episode has nothing to do with my precious Fizzarolli. I'm still gonna share my thoughts on a few scenes involving what we are expected to see! :D

As expected, there are spoilers for certain things, such as episode 7 of Helluva Boss and the upcoming episode where we are supposedly gonna see Fizzarolli again.

Episode 7, House of Asmodeus Song

First off, I think its an ongoing discussion of the interpretation of Asmodeus's words towards Stolas and his relationship with Blitz, and this is how I see it.

Of course we get the line of "I hope you didn't give it up, so you and him could get it up" which yeah, obviously leads everyone to the assumption that he is shaming Stolas, but honestly, I think it was a rhetorical question and that he knew absolutely knew that Stolas did, kind of give up a part of his life for Blitz.

The main reason for that thinking is because of his next line which is "You sold your life for a thrust!" Now stating he gave it up, as a fact. of course this is only addressing the first part, and I was analyzing the scene i noticed a part that had them in a background, where Verosika is talking about Blitz being terrible partner in bed. To which you see Ozzie lean over and kinda just nudge Fizz, which makes me immediately think that Fizzarolli has probably talked to Asmodeus about how Blitzo was if we were to say they were in some kind of relationship.

To add on to that, even if it wasn't anything romantic OR sexual, Fizz could have also talked to Ozzie about how Blitz didn't give as much energy in a friendship as Fizz did, seeing as one of the scenes in the trailer Fizz seems excited for something while Blitzo seems less so. But due to certain scenes like Fizz dipping Blitz down in a dance and possible musical number, I am belief there was probably a romantic relationship in the past, then again I do have the believe that his love language is touch, so maybe it isn't platonic, or maybe it is and his love language is touch :D

So basically I'm thinking when he was singing "So you and him could get it up" he could easily have been just referring to Blitz and judging Stolas as his chosen partner for giving up his "smoking wife", and his kid.

Next line to the song is "Now that's the spirit of lust" which honestly was the reason I've dug so deep into this so I can explain why I viewed this the way I do. So adding the other lines together, "I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up, You sold your life for a thrust! Now that's the spirit of lust" , It is Ozzie praising Stolas for giving into lust and feeling it almost the same way Ozzie does.

Upcoming Episode discussion

Now then, time for slight spoilers for what is upcoming in the episode where we see Fizzarolli and Asmodeus again!

Most of us have seen the trailer containing the scene where we see in the news "KING OF OZZ A HYPOCRITE??"

A lot of people have also assumed the reason for Asmodeus being called a hypocrite was because Asmodeus was also with an imp, but even without my argument about the interpretation of Ozzie's words at Ozzies, I feel it should have been a little obvious he was being called a hypocrite due to the fact he seemed so lovey-dovey with a demon, considering he is the King of lust and has made it evident to the rest of hell he doesn't enjoy anything to do with love and such.

I don't think I have much else to say but I'm also thinking that the episodes with Barbie wire are ALSO connected to the episode with Fizzarolli, mainly because in one scene it sort of looks like Moxxie is singing, while in an outfit you see him wear while pushing back against Barbie wire trying to get someone else, and because of the scenes where Fizz looks like he's also singing.

Also because it gives Blitzo more of a reason to seek FIzz out, as we see him confront Fizz where he's wearing his green glasses, before that teaser we see FIzz wearing those glasses on a stage where he shoots out firework like things. So I think that after the performance Blitz talks to him and probably mentions either the newspaper, or Barbie, maybe even both and that lead to the scene in the car. Or Blitz just broke in, but I think he was invited.

Lots of possibilities but with or without FIzz and Barbie in the same episode, I am so excited to see Rolli again!

[thehangeddemon]

Coming Home || Thavier, Abel, Devlin, & Hamilton || November, 2021

Theo: The first week without Xavier was rough for Theo. He found it hard to sleep, often forgot to eat (which the other members of the household made sure to correct) and he stayed as far away from their bedroom as possible.

It wasn't until the last day of that week, when Theo had chosen to spend the day in bed and Devlin joined him to try and cheer him up, that he realized he needed to pull it together. If he couldn't get out of bed for himself, then he'd do it for Devlin, and the next day he made sure to let his son know just how much their day together helped him feel better. He didn't want Devlin to worry, so he spent the next two weeks trying to find some semblance of normalcy. Only when he was completely alone, and once during a visit to Charles' home on a play date for the kids, did he let the feelings slip. By the end of the third week Theo found himself at his desk, buried in work for his book, which he'd been neglecting. It proved to be a good distraction, whereas before he could barely focus on it.

Abel: When they'd made the trip over, Abel had expected Xavier's stay in London to last at least a month, if not more. The demon always tended to prefer solitude (or as close to solitude as he could get) when faced with situations that took a lot out of him. Solitude and silence.

Perhaps that's why it came as such a surprise when, after only three weeks, Xavier expressed a desire to return home.

Although, Abel supposed, perhaps it shouldn't have. Xavier wasn't the same lone wolf he'd been when they'd met all those years ago. He had a child now, a partner. Staying away for the extended periods of time that had once been the norm wasn't a possibility anymore, even if his present situation was still taking a lot out of him.

So, a few days before the demon's official return, Abel traveled back to the estate to inform the household, and Theo especially.

The hunter would hear an enthusiastic knock on his study door followed by, "Theeeeeeo! It's Abel, can I come in?"

Theo: Theo was engrossed enough in his work that when Abel knocked, Theo jumped in his chair. He had to laugh a little at himself, so easily startled by a knock, but the smile was genuine as he turned toward the door.

"Come on in, Abel," Theo replied as he swallowed down a sudden rush of anxiety. Abel was supposed to be with Xavier, and everyone there had access to a phone where a text would be easy enough to send a message, so what could have brought him home?

Theo tried not to look too far into it, Abel didn't sound distressed, and a phone call would have delivered that kind of a message just as easily. So, it must be something else. Theo leaned back and steadied himself, hoping that he didn't look quite as tired as he felt. Sleeping without Xavier still wasn't easy.

Abel: Abel poked his head in and smiled. "Hey man!"

Oh, Theo. No need to ask him how he'd been, because unfortunately the man did look as emotionally and physically exhausted as he probably felt. This situation was taking a lot out of more than just Xavier.

Still, Abel determinedly kept his cheerful demeanor as he entered the room and plopped down on the nearest chair.

"I come bearing good news! The king is coming back to the castle in a couple days."

Theo: "Hello, Abel. It's nice to see you," Theo chuckled, always amused by the familiar's overabundance of cheer. It was the type of thing that would annoy Theo if it were anyone else, but Abel was so genuine that it was hard to think anything negative about that smile. His energy was especially helpful in a time like this.

"He's coming home?" Theo asked, his eyes widening at Abel's words. He felt sudden rush of excitement that was quickly checked by reality. "Is he feeling better?" Theo knew enough about Xavier to know the answer would be mixed at best, but he was curious to know what had prompted the decision to return.

Abel: "He's coming home," Abel confirmed with a nod. The news seemed to have the intended effect, but he could practically feel Theo reining it in. He knew it couldn't be helped.

The familiar sighed. "He's...better than he was when we left." There was still melancholy and anger, there were still nightmares, but overall Xavier was better. He was making progress little by little. "I can't tell you that the Xavier that walks in here later this week is gonna be his old self but I can tell you that he's gonna be more comfortable with his new self."

Theo: Theo felt something tight in his shoulders, something he'd been holding onto from the moment he left Xavier alone in that room, relax and unravel. Regardless of his level of comfort with this new body, he wanted to come home, and the relief that brought Theo was palpable.

He nodded to Abel and made no effort to hide his feelings over Xavier's return.

"I'm glad- that he wants to come home," Theo paused, and his smile wavered as something else occurred to him. "What... How- how should I be around him?" Theo finally awkwardly asked. "What... should I do, or avoid, I guess?" Theo's brow furrowed and with a sigh he pinched the bridge if his nose. He knew there was nothing wrong with what he'd asked, or how, this was one hell of a unique situation in which there were no guidelines on how to navigate, but it was hard not to let the frustration get to him.

Abel: Abel's gaze softened and warmed. "Be how you always are," he said simply. "I know it's hard not to think about what he went through. It's hard for me, too. And I can understand if you can't help thinking about what happened when you look at his face because you're only looking at that face because something did happen. We're only human. Mostly." That last bit was added with a grin in an attempt to lighten Theo's mood.

"Seriously though, I think being how you always are is the best thing for him. Helps it feel more normal, you know? It's not and he does get frustrated when we're calmer about it than he is but what else can we do? Us expressing our anger and indignation over what happened isn't gonna lessen his. He knows that deep down."

Theo: "Mostly," Theo agreed with a slight smile. It did help to lighten the mood enough to stop Theo from dwelling on the "what-ifs" of their situation. If Xavier was ready to come home, he knew there were going to be growing pains to their situation. It wasn't going to be easy, but if he was ready to try, Theo was more than ready.

"Alright, then we will try to make things feel as normal as we can, given the circumstances," he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Already his mind was shifting gears from where he'd stopped writing to what would need to be done before Xavier's return. He glanced at the couch in his study, haphazardly covered with blankets and pillows, that he'd been using as a bed for the past couple weeks. He'd used a guest room occasionally but sleeping in a bed alone (when he wasn't on a hunt or Xavier wasn't working) felt wrong after so many years.

"I will... try to start sleeping in our bed again. Unless you think Xavier will want to have time to adjust to it again first?"

Abel: “I think that’s a good idea,” said Abel, nodding his agreement. “Kinda the only way to adjust again is by doing it, you know?”

He didn’t want to comment too much on Theo and Xavier’s sleeping situation—that was completely their business—but in his eyes that was another area that could use an attempt at a return to normalcy.

Even though he understood Xavier was coming from with the not wanting to sleep in the same bed just yet from the few times they’d broached the subject, he knew that it could very easily cause a rift in their relationship. He and Theo needed intimacy, so they could build more trust. Everything depended on that.

Theo: "Yeah, I totally agree," Theo nodded, but the confidence with which he spoke did not match the anxious twist of his stomach. Despite the anxiety over the unknown, Theo knew they had to face it to find each other again, and he was more than ready to start taking those steps. He might not feel ready in this moment, but he had to be.

"I'll message him, when we're done here, see what he thinks." Texting had been their primary form of contact through this, but if they were trying to make a step towards change.... "Maybe I'll call him this time." He stared at the one of the papers on his desk for a moment, lost in thought. "When is he coming home? I trust you'll fill everyone else in?"

Abel: Abel gave Theo an encouraging smile. “There you go. The two of you are gonna be okay, you just need to keep taking those baby steps.”

That was what he’d been telling Xavier this whole time. Things couldn’t get better if he didn’t try to make them better, and the demon was finally at the point where he was willing to take that step forward and reclaim his life from this tragedy.

“End of the week. Just a couple of days from now.” He nodded. “I will. You leave the briefing and the house prep to me.”

Theo: Theo nodded in agreement. They would need to do some serious work to find a new normal, but Theo knew their love was stronger than this. It was a relief to know Xavier was ready to start, and Theo was ready to meet him at whatever pace he set.

"Alright, then I'll let Devlin know that his Daddy is gonna be home soon," Theo smiled at that, because he could already picture his son's unbridled joy at the news.

Abel/Hamilton: The familiar got to his feet and went around the desk to give Theo's shoulder a good hearty pat. "You do that, and let his happiness make you happy. Everything is going to be fine, you'll see." He offered another smile. "In the meantime, you get some rest. You look like hell, brother. Can't keep burning the candle at both ends."

He went to the door. "I'll let Hamilton and the staff know," he added with a parting wave.

Which is precisely what he did as soon as he left Theo's study. He was certain the maids had a barrage of questions, so he opted to just tell Hamilton and leave the rest of it to him. Smoother that way.

Sure enough, all the butler asked for was the date of Xavier's return.

"Friday. Have Christine make something with pastry for dinner, it'll cheer him up. Oh, and pack up all his clothes so they can start being sent out for alteration."

Hamilton nodded. "I'll take care of it. So Friday?"

"Friday. See you then, buddy."

Theo: "Thanks, Able," Theo smiled and shook his head. He knew Abel was right about his appearance, and when Xavier returned he would like to look his best. He knew the signs of his struggle to sleep would not be entirely gone by the time Xavier made it home, but he could look better with some decent, regulated sleep. He would have to ask Colleen for something to help.

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Today was finally the day. Inside Theo raged a war of anxiety and excitement, and from the moment he woke up a ball of uncertainty weighed heavily in the pit of his stomach. He showered, shaved, applied his favorite cologne, styled his hair, and spent way too long trying to decide on a nice outfit that still looked casual. Nice jeans and a dark red sweater where the final choice, and as Theo stared in their bedroom mirror he reminded himself that this was the same as Xavier coming home from a long trip. Not that it was the same, but Xavier was finally coming home, and overthinking that wouldn't help either of them. At least he'd gotten regular sleep over the past week, the signs were still there, but his smile would be much more genuine now.

After a few slow, steadying breaths Theo glanced at the clock. It was about time to get ready to wait for Xavier downstairs, so Theo left his own room to find his son.

"Devy, you ready to head downstairs and wait for Daddy?" Theo asked as he knocked on his son's door.

Xavier: "I'm ready!" came the little voice from the other side.

Devlin was every bit as excited as Theo to see his father, but innocence and youth spared him the overthinking and worrying that Theo was having to battle. He'd accepted Xavier's absence as easily as he'd accepted his new face and to him, this really was nothing more than this father returning from a trip.

Which wasn't to say he hadn't missed his Daddy. He had a million questions to ask and a million things to show him.

The little boy opened his door and beamed up at his Papa. He'd chosen to wear his favorite animal t-shirt to mark the occasion.

"Is Daddy here yet? Have you seen him?"

Theo: Theo smiled when he saw the shirt Devlin had picked out.

"Not yet, but that's why we're going to go downstairs and wait for him," he offered his hand to his son, and tried to mirror some of his excitement. Xavier was returning home, and he had a feeling the nerves he felt now would work themselves out on their own- as long as he didn't dwell on them. With Devlin and his smile nearby, Theo knew he wouldn't get the chance to. Xavier was coming home.

"How about we wait by the front door? It's a little too cold to wait outside."

Xavier: "Okay!" Devlin took his Papa's hand and practically dragged him downstairs.

Hamilton and Lydia were already waiting. There had been talk of the rest of the staff greeting Xavier upon his return but the butler had nipped that notion in the bud. This was no ordinary homecoming and after everything he'd been told, he didn't want to overwhelm their master. A small greeting would be more than enough.

"Is Daddy here yet, Hamilton?" Devlin asked excitedly as they joined the butler.

Hamilton smiled and shook his head. "Not yet, but soon. Abel said four o'clock, in time for tea. It's all set up in the library," he added to Theo. "I thought that would the most appropriate place."

Theo: Theo smiled appreciatively at Hamilton. He only knew on a surface level how hard this had been for Xavier, and he could only imagine how a small, intimate welcome home would be easier on him.

"That's perfect. Thank you, Hamilton," he gave Devlin's hand a squeeze and smiled down at him.

Xavier: At four o'clock on the dot, demon and familiar appeared without ceremony by the fountain in front of Atlas Manor.

"Welcome home," Abel said softly.

Xavier looked up at the house. His house, where his family and the people he'd come to care about lived their lives. Where he'd lived his life for the past fifty years and where he would continue to live it despite what had been done to him and what had been taken away.

After nearly a month in London, new face or not, he was ready to begin again.

He nodded at his familiar and led the way around the drive to the front door. There was no need to knock or wait for it to be opened; he knew it already was. Because he was expected.

And that was as much a comfort as the sight of his staff and his family waiting for him in the foyer.

"DADDY!"

He had only a second to brace himself before Devlin rushed over with his arms spread wide. He caught his son easily and let him squeeze him with all his six year-old might.

"Hi, Daddy! I missed you!"

Xavier felt tears burn his eyes as he pressed his lips to Devlin's head. "I missed you, too, my darling."

Theo: Theo's heart leapt to his throat when the door finally opened, and when their son shouted, he released Devlin's hand. He wanted to run with Devlin and leap into Xavier's arms together, but he thought it better to let his son have the first hug home. Devlin deserved an extra little moment with Xavier, because despite the amount of trauma that was hidden from him, the real reason for Xavier's 'trip', Theo knew Devlin missed his Daddy. Theo could be patient and wait his turn.

He felt his own tears tingle at the corner of his eyes when Xavier scooped Devlin up, and seeing the two of them had Theo mirroring the joy he saw on Devlin's face. He stepped up to them, invading their space with a tearful, happy smile directed at Xavier.

"Welcome home, baby."

Xavier: One of Xavier's chief worries when he'd been away was whether or not his son would treat him any differently after what had happened. Devlin may have accepted the explanation given to him, even rationalized it in his own way, but this was still a major change. It was new, different. It would have been perfectly reasonable for Devlin to need time to adjust.

The fact that things seemed completely normal was because of Theo. He must have had the same thoughts. That was why he'd asked for a photograph of his new face: to get Devlin used to it. If adjustment had been needed, it had been done when Xavier was away. Just like he had done.

Holding tight to Devlin with one arm, Xavier used the other to pull Theo to him and hold him. Tight.

"Your wisdom save us all," he whispered, closing his eyes.

Theo: Seeing Devlin react so naturally to Xavier, seeing all of his efforts pay off, caused a tiny knot of tension to unravel in Theo. Another followed as Xavier held him, creating just enough tears to let a few escape down his cheeks. He'd yearned for Xavier's touch for weeks, and even if it was different, it was still Xavier. It made that yearning just a little less sharp, a little less painful, and finally connected Theo to the hope he wanted to believe in. They'd figure this out.

He snaked his arm around Xavier's waist and rested his head on his demon's shoulder. A little lower now, but just as warm.

"I love you," Theo whispered in return, and he closed his eyes as he nuzzled into Xavier. He took the moment to breathe in Xavier's new scent, giving him the smallest squeeze.

Xavier: Xavier didn't notice when Hamilton, Lydia, and Abel quietly left the foyer to give them some privacy but later he'd be grateful for it. This moment was so private and precious and personal, and even though this was his house, he still wouldn't have felt comfortable having eyes on him while it unfolded. There were still too many layers of vulnerability with this new visage.

It would be a long while before Xavier felt able to let Devlin and Theo go. He was just grateful that they seemed to have the most patient six year-old on the planet, and that he seemed to understand the weight of what was happening.

He beamed up at his father and hugged his waist. "Daddy, Christine made your favorite cake! And she's gonna make pastry for dinner!"

Xavier chuckled. "Did she indeed? We'd better go eat it then."

Theo: Theo held his loves tightly in the quiet, private space of the moment, and he felt weeks’ worth of tension and uncertainty ease from his shoulders. Xavier was home, and they could start to figure out what their new normal looked like. He had hope, and he was grateful the others left quietly.

"She did," Theo agreed and he lifted his head from Xavier's shoulder. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on Xavier's waist, but his hand still sought Xavier's to tangle their fingers together. He didn't want to let go just yet, they'd spent so long apart that Theo felt desperate for any sort of touch, but he knew he had to be careful and not overwhelm Xavier.

"Want to run ahead and let Colleen know we're ready? Daddy and I will join you in just a minute." Theo gave Xavier's fingers a little squeeze, a request for a moment alone- just the two of them.

Xavier: "Okay!" With no idea where Hamilton and Lydia went, Devlin ran off to the kitchen to go tell Colleen that his parents were ready for tea, and to inform her that the occasion called for extra big pieces of cake.

Xavier watched him go with far more emotion than was warranted. He'd missed this. Hearing his baby's voice echoing through the house, hearing his footsteps. There had come a point where the house in London felt a little too quiet.

He turned back to Theo and smiled softly, tangling their fingers together. "Let's go into the library." Abel had mentioned they'd be having tea in there today, and the walk up would give Xavier and Theo a few moments to themselves.

Theo: Theo's heart fluttered in his chest as their fingers laced together, reminding him of the first time they'd ever held hands.

"Alright," He nodded and smiled in return. While they had a long way to go, having Xavier under the same roof already had Theo's heart feeling full.

Theo squeezed his hand and gently tugged him down the hall.

"Devlin has done nothing but talk about you returning home since I told him," Theo said after a moment.

Xavier: Letting Theo lead meant Xavier didn’t have to. Such a small gesture but even that was enough to give him some respite, offering one less decision for him to make.

Xavier nodded. “Abel told me. I worried that he’d be expecting something…grander but that doesn’t seem to be the case.” For which mercy he gave thanks.

“And you? Were you…?”

Theo: "I made sure to help set the appropriate expectations," Theo chuckled, and he hoped their efforts were helping to make his transition easier.  It if meant making Xavier more comfortable, Theo was more than ready to lead.

"Unable to stop talking about your return home?" he grinned, "I wouldn't shut up. Devlin and I talked about it together quite a bit."

Xavier: Xavier nodded again, managing to return Theo’s smile. He looked so happy. Not as burdened as he had seemed before Xavier left.

Another mercy to be grateful for, and an answer to the question he’d truly meant to ask. It would seem that Theo hadn’t had any grand expectations for his return either.

“I’m glad to hear it. I know I was away for a long time and frankly I intended to be away longer but…I missed you. Both of you. I had to come back.”

Theo: The toll of sleepless nights had left shadows under Theo's eyes, but there was a noticeable change now that Xavier was home. In a lot of ways he had to contain his excitement, so instead he focused on keeping things gentle, like the trail of his thumb over the back of Xavier's hand.

"I missed you too," another squeeze, and he paused as they reached the library door. "And I'm glad you're back. We both are."

Xavier: Xavier’s shoulders subtly slumped in relief. That was one thing taken care of, and fairly smoothly in fact. The next one was going to be a bit harder.

He sighed and turned to face Theo, taking his other hand and squeezing. Some things needed contact in order to be said.

“Forgive me,” Xavier said quietly. “For not being the one to tell you that I was going to London. For having it be Rohan. You deserved to hear it from me but I couldn’t face you. I needed time, I needed to get used to…all this.”

Theo: Theo gently squeezed Xavier's hands once he had them both, and his smile softened with Xavier's apology.

"It was... hard, for me- Xavier. I hated knowing you had been hurt and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't protect you then, and I couldn't help you with this, now. I felt... very inadequate for a while, and you turning me away...." Theo felt his throat tighten, but he held it together with a slow breath. He wanted to be open with Xavier, they both had no illusions about the difficulty of their situation, "....it was really hard." His voice wavered. "There were times where I read too much into that rejection. But..." He lifted one of Xavier's hands to his lips to place a few tender kisses along his knuckles.

"I understand. I can only imagine what it takes to deal with something like this. So I forgive you. And you know I'm here to support you, whatever that looks like."

Xavier: “I’m sorry.” Xavier cleared his throat so Theo wouldn’t hear how close his voice was to breaking. “It was never, ever my intention to make you feel that way or to reject you. My pushing you away wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anything about you or anything that you had done.”

He took a deep breath. “You offered something I wasn’t quite…prepared to receive. I could hardly stand to look at my own reflection, the notion that you could look at me with love and kindness was difficult for me to accept. I wanted to, desperately, but my mind was full of…other things. Dark, excruciating things I didn’t want you to witness. I still don’t. You still might. But I’m here now and I thank you very sincerely for forgiving my weakness.”

Theo: Even in this body, Theo could recognize Xavier was struggling, and he gave those new hands another squeeze.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love. None of this situation is your fault. You needing to push me away- that isn't your fault either. I knew deep down it wasn't you rejecting me, I was just feeling insecure in those moments."

Theo smiled softly and reached up to cup Xavier's cheek.

"I think weakness would've been leaving entirely. You're here after everything- that takes a lot of strength. I hope one day you feel you can share more with me."

He paused and leaned forward, lower than he used to with Xavier being shorter, and kissed the cheek opposite his hand. Then he pulled back and smiled up at Xavier.

"The last thing I think you are is weak, Xavier Atlas."

Xavier: He wouldn't say it, not to Theo or to anyone else, but for a moment, Xavier had thought of leaving. For a single moment, he'd considered having the staff pack up his things and send them to him. He had several properties, near limitless resources to acquire more. It would've been so simple to run away.

He'd done it before. It would be easy to do it again. That he hadn't was perhaps--he hoped--testament to how far he'd come. How much he'd grown.

Xavier ducked his head to put himself more easily within Theo's reach. "I've shared more with you than I thought myself capable of. If you believe me to be strong, then I have no choice but to believe you." Even if he still doubted, and even if he believed himself weak with every brand-new fiber of his being.

Theo: To say there weren't times where Theo doubted Xavier's return would be a lie, but every time those doubts crept in Theo's resolve, his belief that Xavier would return, only grew stronger. If anyone had to believe in Xavier, it was Theo, and the hunter had no desire to let Xavier's father sew any more seeds of tragedy than he already had.

"I'll take that," Theo chuckled, and as Xavier ducked his head, a kiss was placed on the opposite cheek. "I'll believe in you as much as you need, baby. Until you can believe it for yourself." His smiled softened, and he felt a gentle swell of admiration and love for the demon before him. Xavier was stronger than he gave himself credit for, and Theo hoped one day he would see it.

"I'm so glad you're home, Xavier. I've missed you terribly."

Xavier: "I'm glad to be home, too." Even if things weren't any less difficult than they had been before and even if he still didn't understand everything he felt, maybe for now just being home was enough. Xavier secretly wished it was, because he knew that was all he was capable of at the moment.

Coming back was still only physical.

"I've missed you, too. Should we, um..." He nodded toward the library. "We should go in and have that tea."

Theo: "We should," Theo agreed, and he took Xavier's hand in his own. They would figure this out, Theo and faith in that much.

With a gentle tug, he guided Xavier toward their little family reunion.

[dreamkidddream]

Hii, I saw that ur requests r open and I was wondering if you could do diavolo with MC who gives birth to twin boys who have five arms in their demon form. You can also add another boys if you’d like! This is oddly specific and i completely understand if you don’t want to do it but I’d also like to add that I’m in love with ur writing honestly!<3 btw this is a request based on a dream I had and I was attached to them so badly, it haunts me to this day in a good way. Anyways enough of my embarrassment, I hope you’re having a wonderful day and have u been drinking enough water 😡

Aww tysm!! 💙 This was actually super cute to write 🥺 Also you better be staying hydrated too and getting enough sleep 😡😡💖 and I suck with names so i didn’t give them any so use your imagination (I’m so sorry 😭) hope you enjoy!

CW: pregnancy (nothing explicit), minor spoilers about MC’s background

Diavolo and MC with Twins!

When it was announced that you were pregnant with Lord Diavolo’s children it...wasn’t well received with some people. It was bad enough you two got married, but now this?!

The brothers were undoubtedly happy for you both, even if they weren’t with you your happiness was enough, and Diavolo was a dear friend to them all (and their literal ruler so who was gonna go against him lmao) and supported you both whole heartedly. The other exchange students shared the same sentiment, with Luke even being excited about meeting them (even if he wanted to act like he was too old to play with them)

It just that the same happiness wasn’t shared with some of the Devildom citizens, specifically the ones that still believed that the exchange program was nothing but a waste of time and a slap to the face. Humans were nothing but playthings and food to demons, and now their Future King has the nerve to lay with one?!

Well, Diavolo will not stand for this disrespect, and this will be one of the rare times that you will ever see him act on his demonic nature. He had no qualms in making a public example out of those who still spoke out against him, who didn’t accept his partner, his spouse, the one that will be by his side, their future noble

But other than that, everyone did celebrate the news of this!

The pregnancy was rather weird, but not as horrible as you thought. It was definitely an experience (you surprisingly had a lot of strength and energy, making your mood swings something to worry about, and you even had cravings to eat Solomon’s food, SOLOMON’S)

However, it was after you gave birth was when everything was just put into perspective. Looking down at your kids, the ones that you and Diavolo created together, it was just a feeling that can never be replaced or replicated 

(Until you guys have more kids which Diavolo is DEFINITELY planning for, but he’ll wait-)

They look human enough, having a mix of both of your features (the dominant one sharing Diavolo’s golden eyes), and just downright being the most precious beings you have ever seen. You were honestly questioning just how much of your human genes were dominant, and why they haven’t been in their demon form (or if they even had one but they had to, right? But why hasn’t it shown yet? Could it have been because of the whole Lilith ancestry situation?)

Diavolo just laughed and gave you a kiss, telling you that there’s nothing to worry about and to give it time. Even though he’s a first time Dad, he’s not completely inexperienced with first time demons

He did have to help the brothers adjust after the war with their Father after all

Everything was going normal (or at least as normal as things can get in Hell) at first. Everyone always came to visit and to see the little devils, and it was nice. The boys fell in love and would just about cry everytime their “uncles” had to leave, but even with them around and getting them riled up, they still didn’t transform

Well, it wasn’t until one of your boys got just a little upset and fussy with the other when you got your question answered. They were in their terrible 2s and started to get way more active, which also meant a lot more biting and a lot of nasty tantrums

When you went to separate the two, you were confused as to how they were somehow tugging on you with two arms and still trying to hit each other with three

It was then you realized that they were in their demon form

Diavolo found the whole thing hilarious and was beyond proud of his boys, while your shocked expression was just frozen on your face (don’t worry, you were proud too!). He ended up swooping in and somehow calming them down enough to where you can finally make some sense of everything. They eventually went back to their human form and giggling like nothing ever happened, while you were just…confused

But anyways, after that, they created chaos that was expected (which you believed they got their mischievous from their father and their “uncles”). Prepare for them trying to hide around corners and scare you with their newly found arms (which was never scary and was honestly the most cutest thing you have ever seen whenever they jumped at you which was really just hugging you)

They love trying to help Barbatos and Luke in the kitchen, which was begrudgingly appreciated

Luke acted like he was upset but they were too cute even for him

Not to mention the new “tricks” that their Uncles would try to teach them

You and Lucifer were not amused

If they sensed that you were starting to get irritated or upset, they would try to transform and hug you with all of their arms, which you swear you were just collapse if they can get any more adorable!

Diavolo took this time to help them with their demon form and to bond even more with them, which was always a sweet moment to watch. One of the best memories you have of them bonding with him is teaching them how to fly. Which of course Diavolo took you with them, it was like the first family trip, but all over the Devildom sky!

And yes you did take pictures

Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t do much for and with them being a human and all, but whenever they reached for you or ran up to you giggling and smiling, whether showing you a picture that they drew of you all together or showing off some new magic that their dad taught, those feelings would wash away

Diavolo is an amazing father and husband, you have an amazing support system, and you don’t feel like an outsider like you did when you first came down here. Not to mention just how blessed you feel to parent these kidsYou couldn’t ask for anything more

Also everybody totally has pictures of the kids (even though Simeon’s pictures are blurry, it’s the thought that counts) and they brag about them 24/7, even if it’s unintentional

[cinnamonrusts]

bed time with the sparda twins --

all the cuddles, fluff, and bedtime rituals with dante and vergil 💤

-- f!reader (kofi + gif not mine)

DANTE-

The ticking clock in the living room read 10:30pm. Dante yawned loudly which was followed by several loud lip smacks. You fell asleep beside him on the couch, your head rested on the back of the headrest with mouth open wide. The half demon smiles as his tired eyes observe you lovingly, even as a dribble of drool rolls down the side of your chin. How did he get so lucky? What did he do to deserve someone like you? Your gentle and attractive features highlighted the warmth that your heart radiated. 

However, waking you up unleashed the wrath that your gentle soul disguised. Dante put a hand on your thigh and gave you a light shake. You stirred slightly before drifting back to your deep slumber. Your name whispered from his lips while he gave your body another shake. Soon your eyes opened and Dante’s face came into focus. “Hey, sunshine,” he cooed, “Let’s go to bed.”

A tired smile stretched across your lips as his words filled you with love. With a stretch and a loud yawn, you took the hand that Dante lent out and the two of you climbed the stairs to the upper level.

Your bedtime routine was always the same, besides a couple of variances. Dante was the first into the bathroom, he removed all clothing besides his boxers and socks. He pasted both of your toothbrushes and set yours down on the counter where it waited for you. As he peed, he brushed his teeth and hummed the tune to Walking on Sunshine. When you joined him, you picked up the toothbrush and started to brush as Dante continued to hum happily. The two of you observed each other’s reflections in the mirror; a mixture of funny faces and giggles were exchanged.

In Dante’s room was a king sized bed that was directly in the middle of four maroon walls. The small room had one window on the right wall that allowed the pink glow of the neon sign to peak in through the blinds, this gave the bedroom a sort of warmth to it. On either side of the bed were nightstands that were decorated with personal items. Yours had a variety of skincare items, a clock, a teddy bear, and a photo of Dante, Nico, Nero, and yourself (Vergil was nice enough to take the picture). Dante’s was filled with several half empty water bottles, a scattered mess of papers, a photo of the two of you at a fair, and Ebony/Ivory. He kept them on top of his dresser to keep them accessible at all times, if anything were to happen -- keeping you safe was his priority and he felt better with them in close range. 

Other things in the room included a closet which contained your clothing and a large dresser which held Dante’s. His dresser was on the wall that faced the foot of the king sized bed, on top was a medium sized CRT television that occasionally caught signal from the busted antenna on the top of the building. 

As you finished getting ready for bed, Dante rushed into the bedroom to get the bed prepped. He pulled back the plump, black comforters, as well as taking your pillows and giving them a fluff. You stopped in the doorway of the room and leaned against the frame with a smile on your lips as you watched the Sparda man prep your bed. The floorboards squeaked as you shifted your weight which caught his attention - he stopped immediately then spun around with a smile. “Bed’s all ready,” he took a small step toward you, which you took one toward him. Dante then charged into your waist, his arms wrap tightly around your small frame. He lifts you up in the air with ease before resting your body over his right shoulder. Dante slides toward the bed and proceeds to drop you lightly onto the springy mattress.

The white haired male lowers himself down over you with hands on each side of your head. He’s quiet besides the same smile that he’s been wearing all night. “Hi,” you say quietly, “Hey,” he responds. Your skin can feel the warmth of his breath against it which causes goosebumps to rise. Soon his lips are pressed against yours. His kisses always start soft and sweet before growing hungrier with each touch. His white teeth are biting at your lower lip, his tongue is wrestles for dominance inside of your mouth. Dante’s palms that were supporting his weight are now roaming your body as he feels every curve while your fingers stroke his chin stubble. You can feel his boxers rise against your thigh but before anything can move any further, he stops.

Dante pulls away and cups your cheek with his rough palm. His thumb strokes your skin softly as his blue orbs take in your e/c eyes. He suggests that the two of you crawl under the covers and get comfortable. You agree and crawl to the side of the bed where you normally slept, Dante joining you on the other side while draping the blankets over your frames. His strong arm wraps around you and pulls you close to his bare chest. Your head rests on his warm skin and you can feel his heartbeat slow from the quickened pace that it was beating at. Dante turns on the television and flips through several channels of static before stopping on a late night re-run of a comedy movie. You can feel your eyes getting heavy with each blink.

Light snores vibrate in your throat as you fell asleep again on your partner. He can hear them over the sound of the movie and his eyes look down to the side at you. Your expression is peaceful, and the rise then fall of your body is slow and steady. Dante smiles again and thinks again about how lucky he is to be where he is right now. He was hoping for a blowjob, but this is okay too... That could always happen later.

When the two of you sleep, it is a battle for the bed. Despite being a king size, the two of you take up a considerable amount of space for the rather large mattress. Dante is a stomach sleeper and sleeps with his legs spread out wide. A part of his body always needs to be touching you, so that he knows that you’re always there beside him. He’s afraid of something happening to you while he’s asleep or when he wakes up in the morning, you’ll be gone. So, either his foot is touching your leg or his palm is on your breast. 

You often sleep on your back with legs and arms spread out. The back of your hand or palm usually rests on the back of Dante’s head (or his face). Your leg that isn’t touching Dante’s often dangles off the side and falls asleep, which then wakes you up with the annoying tingling feeling that doesn’t go away until you shake it. The devil hunter likes sleeping with the tv on and enjoys the feeling of waking up in the dark to see an infomercial about cleaning products playing. While you like sleeping in the dark, the hue of the neon signs outside give you a relaxed feeling that you cannot explain. 

Despite your differences in your sleeping conditions -- the two of you wait for the other to wake up in the mornings. Usually you’re the first to fall asleep and the first to wake up, but sometimes Dante beats you in the mornings. He doesn’t have difficulty falling asleep but does staying asleep, during the night his dreams often wake him and he has trouble shaking them off. So, if he wakes up early, he will wait for you. You wait for him as well. Whoever is first -- either of you will face the other and enjoy the peacefulness of quiet morning and the way that the sun shines into the room. Dante feels excited every time you wake up and your blinks are slow but the way that the sun shines off of your e/c irises fill him with a warmth that he doesn’t fully wrap his head around. 

Dante doesn’t wake up as peaceful as you do. It’s often with eyelids opening quickly and glazed over eyes from either not enough or too much sleep. His morning breath is atrocious but comforting at the same time. It is a stench that you’ve grown to love - some may think it’s odd but love is an odd thing.

As he stretches, he rolls onto his side and pulls you close to him again as you managed to wiggle free during the night. His hand is on the small of your back as you prop yourself up on your elbows with your hands under your chin. Dante grins,

“Good morning, snore-ass,” he says with a yawn, “Good morning, shit breath,” you reply with a smile.

VERGIL-

It is late at night and you’re already in bed but are not accompanied by Vergil. You stir under the sheet that laid across your body, your legs search for the strong calves of your mate. But the bed is absent of the half demon man. You push yourself up from the bed and squint as you scan the dark room. The walls are a light shade of grey and two windows sit directly in front of you, the moonlight peaks from between two curtains and highlights an empty chair where Vergil normally sat with his book.

“He must be downstairs,” you speak as you drape a robe over your nude frame. The hallway is empty and dark when you exit your shared bedroom. Down the hall is the room of his brother, Dante, and sounds of his television blare from behind his closed door. He wouldn’t be in there, it’s too late in the night.  You peer over the side of the balcony to the floor below and see Vergil sitting at his brother’s desk with book in hand.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up without the elder Sparda brother accompanying you. Things kept him awake at night and he was usually reluctant to reveal what they were, despite being in a relationship together for several years. He informed you about his mother, Eva, and that fateful day that separated his fate from the one of Dante’s - but that was about it.

Vergil hears your creaking as you walk down the steps and acknowledges your presence, “You should be sleeping,” he says with his book raised to eye level. “Waking up alone gets old, Vergil.” you slowly approach him and notice that he’s shirtless still from your love making that occurred earlier in the night. The moonlight shines in from a window and accents his muscular body in all the correct ways.

 He is silent for a moment before he apologizes. You accept it and lightly wrap your arms around his neck from behind and your fingertips lightly run across his strong pectorals. “Did you have another dream?” you whisper next to his ear. He had been having issues with dreaming about his corruption and the loss of his mother, which leads up to losing you. Your hand raises to his ear and tickles his skin, but Vergil takes your digits in his palm and squeezes. “Let’s return to our bedroom,” he pushes back from the desk and stands.

The Sparda man feels guilty for leaving you again, especially after having sex because your cuddling was cut short when he got up and left. Vergil suddenly scoops you up from your feet, his strong arms pull your close to his body and he walks up the stairs. You look up to his face with a warmth lingering in your cheeks, you can see his handsome features even in the dark. His eyes are focused on what was in front of him and when he reached the landing, they fell onto you. He smiles slightly as he pushes the bedroom door open with his foot.

The room isn’t large but is perfect for the two of you to live comfortably in. On the wall to the right was a large dresser that held both of your clothing. Decorating the top of it was a photo of the two of you, Dante and Vergil, then a painting of you two hung on the wall about the furniture. In a vase was a wilted rose that Vergil had given to you on your first official date, it was frail and broken but most petal remained, it was sentimental nonetheless. The largest piece of furniture was an ornate bookshelf that held a collection of works that Vergil admired. You actually found it in an antique store and used the remaining money you had for the month to purchase it for him. When he received your gift, you could’ve sworn you saw tears well in his eyes but he quickly embraced you tightly and thanked you with a passionate kiss. There was no television in your room but there was a small radio that you listened to often when you would clean up while Vergil read his poems in the chair by the window. He enjoyed listening to you sing and hum to the music while he read, his eyes would occasionally raise from the literature to watch you.

You think that he is going to lay you on the bed but he takes you into the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom instead. Your normal bedtime routine involved you sitting on the toilet brushing your teeth while Vergil stood in front of the sink doing the same. He was very vigilant about his oral health, so he took twice as long as you to brush. You always gotta bump him out of the way with your hip, so that you could spit out the foam that was filling your cheeks to the brim. Vergil always set out two things of floss and two bottles of mouth wash. “His and hers!” you called it. Skincare masks were your favorite weekly routine because it meant that you could paint his face with black mud. He would scoff but let you have your fun, however, he was unhappy when you captured a photographic memory of it.

Vergil seats you down on the closed toilet lid and turns to dig in the lower cabinet. “What’re you doing?” you ask but he doesn’t answer. When he turns around, there is a bottle of body lotion in his hand. He pumps several globs of white cream into his palm before resting on his knees, he waddles toward you and takes the lower half of your leg in his empty hand. His rough palm with the lotion begins to spread the lotion on your soft skin. The other hand joins as they travel up and down your appendage, he begins giving you a massage. Vergil raises your calf to his face and presses his lips against it, giving you several loving kisses. He then presses his nose to your muscle and breathes you in. Kissing, feeling, and smelling your body creates an overwhelming sensation of love and gratitude to fill his body, he wants to show you how much he appreciates everything you have done for him.

You hum in pleasure as he massages but when he stops and kisses your leg, you lean over to run your fingers through his white hair. His blue orbs flicker up and meet yours, the silence remains as no words are needed to explain the intimacy between you both.

After he is done, he picks you up again and takes you to the bed.

When it is time to sleep, Your bed is a queen size which is just enough room for two people, which worked out well because Vergil holds you tight to his side. He is a side sleeper and mostly rests on his right half. You lay nestled into the bend of his body with your back side facing his front. Vergil’s left arm holds onto your waist and his ankles are linked onto yours. Vergil enjoys resting this way because when he feels horny, you can feel his member in his pants and he has easy access to your heat. Resting over your bodies was a light silver sheet which sometimes had a white quilt accompanying it, but Vergil enjoyed feeling cool at night. (being snuggled up to a half demon turned out to be warmer than you thought) and you were one to enjoy being snuggled up in a fluffy blanket. The two of you compromise and often rotate the coverings for your shared bed.

Being held tight to Vergil’s body is comforting which upsets you when he leaves you during the night. Once he left and did not return for several days which meant you laid alone at night wondering where he had gone off to. But he did return, then held you tight again to his body. He whispered promises that no matter what -- he would be there to hold you. 

Just as Vergil wakes up during the night, he is the first to wake in the morning as well. It is his favorite time because he can watch you sleep in your most innocent nature. Normally your back faces him but in the morning he releases your body and you almost immediately roll onto your back. Vergil can see your eyes flicker side to side under your closed lids and ponders about what you dream about.

The whole building is quiet because it is way too early for Dante to be awake. So, Vergil takes advantage of it to also reflect on things while he watches you sleep. These things involve his goals which both include personal ones and those that involve you. He reflects on his past, present, and even future. Vergil thinks about what could become of your relationship and it fills him with joy and anxiety.

He never wakes you but simply remains patient for you to wake on your own (unless there are morning plans) When you do, he releases his crossed brows and a small smile forms on his lips. His hand raises and holds yours, “Good morning, darling,” he says, “Good morning, sweetheart,” you reply. Your stomach growls in between of your sweet words which prompt an unison chuckle, “Let me bring you breakfast,” he offers and pushes himself up.

[fandom-monium]

For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

Deleted scene:

“Did you do it?”

“It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!! 

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure. 

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

[crystalas]

Instincts

Instincts

A one shot inspired by @purble-turble and @its-kall-the-clown Cos I love the two concepts and they need to be together. Secret relationship Pregnancy and the concept of nesting, this is also pure fluff.

 Red Son was feeling a conflict of many emotions at the moment and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it; on one hand he was elated that he was soon to be a parent and so happy to be going through this with the one person he has ever met that seemed to get him. He would often find himself day dreaming of what he and his little one could be doing as they grow up, hearing them say their first word, watch them take their first steps, the whole idea was exciting!

But he also felt a foreboding dread in his stomach when he thought about it too, there was the fact that he was indeed having a child with an enemy of the family. Even if his family doesn’t immediately kill his mate and child if they found out they would no doubt have plans for their grandchild given its heritage. Which is why they were hiding out till MK could safely defend himself and their baby from any harm without Red Son just in case his family tries anything.

The one thing however that had Red Son terrified whenever he thought about it was the child itself. The more research he did into pregnancy, birth and possible midwifery [there was a bloody good chance he was going to be the one delivering their child so he wanted that stuff memorised!] the more he realised how easily this pregnancy could go horribly wrong.

There was the factor of biology, MK was human and Red Son was a demon two beings that had vastly different life spans. Demon pregnancies lasted twelve to eighteen months while humans only lasted nine, would the child be born premature or be okay at nine months? Would the child be only ready at twelve and need caesarean to be born? Red Son balked at that idea it was scary enough at the idea of a home birth but he couldn’t imagine him purposely stabbing MK to get their child. Not to mention the difference in magic, the creation side of Monkey King’s powers and the destructive nature of his fire magic did not seem like a good mix, especially in a baby!

Red Son would wake up sweating after having nightmares of coming back home to find MK’s charred remains on the bed and their child innocently playing with the burnt remains of their parent’s entrails.

Although Red Son was feeling all these emotions and more, he planned on keeping them to himself. MK was going through enough as it is; seeing as he had to stay hidden from his family. MK wanted nothing more than to announce the news of their little bundle of joy but Red Son informed them that his parents had Bull Clones on constant surveillance of their hang out, there was no safe way for them to know without Demon Bull King finding them. He didn’t need Red Son telling him that he might have a flaming chest burster growing in his belly! So Red Son was going to be the best supporting partner and if that meant going on an ice cream run then so be it.

He came into the apartment and headed to the kitchen to put the ice cream away he froze when he saw the living room…

It looked like someone had tore up the sofas and then had been knocked over in a struggle. He couldn’t see MK anywhere so slammed the ice cream down on the table and searched the house. The airing cupboard had been opened and emptied out it looked like something had ransacked his house…Red Son’s heart started to pound and his throat was dry as he couldn’t bring himself to call out and was about to go into full panic mode when he heard something.

“Dang it!” MK groaned.

Red Son honed in and found himself bolting to the bedroom where he heard the voice and nearly tore the door off its hinges to find MK kneeling on the floor with what seemed every cushion, pillow, blanket and pile it up on the mattress that had also been pulled onto the bedroom floor. MK turned around to see Red Son staring at him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for the mess…” he muttered, “I don’t know why but I really want to make a blanket fort but I can’t get it right which doesn’t make sense…and ugh this is so frustrating!”

Red Son stared at MK for a full minute before he burst out laughing both in relief and at the sheer absurdness at the situation.

“You’re nesting!” he chuckled once he got a hold of himself “I can’t believe it, you’re nesting!”

“What?!” MK cried “I’ve read that pregnancy scroll you showed me! That’s a demon thing, I’m not a demon!”

Red Son leant down and hugged MK from behind.

“Hate to break it to you Noodle Boy but you’ve got a lot of demon in you right now!” he laughed as he reached forward and put a hand on MK’s six-month belly. MK pulled a face as they recalled having an ungodly craving for wheat grass and charcoal during the early months, that had been embarrassing to be caught eating.

“So, want help me have another crack at this?” MK demanded as Red Son helped him up, the fire demon laughed again.

“Sure, but let’s try and minimise the use of material I would like to sleep in a bed tonight…”

After an hour of trail and error they finally created a nest that MK felt comfortable in, it was a sort of tent made from bedsheets, with the winter quilt as the floor with every spare cushion and pillow used to add for support. The edges of the nests were raised slightly by the cushions and pillows underneath as it was now sat on the floor in a corner of the bedroom.

“This is such a weird thing to feel compelled to do” MK muttered as they laid in their creation.

“Not really when you consider that most demons lived in caves or run-down buildings, I imagine wanted a safe soft place to have your young is a very practical instinct…” Red Son explained as he rolled over to face his partner. MK was looking thoughtful and rubbing his stomach gently.

“Does this mean I’m probably gonna give birth in this?”

“If you want, but if that is the case, I’m going to laid down some plastic sheets. No offence but I don’t want this stuff to get stained…”

MK took a spare pillow and smacked Red Son in the face with it.

[lockejhaven]

hi!!

1, 19 and 23 for the ask game???

have a good day/night!!

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𝚁𝚘ü𝚡𝚘 𝚔𝚘𝚓 𝚊𝚟𝚠𝚎𝚒; Hello, my friend, and thank you for the asks!

Questions from this ask game.

My answers for these are a bit longer, so I've added them after the cut; I've also answered the 1st question at the end, due to included triggers.

Stay safe!

19. Which OC do you relate to the most?

I've not mentioned this one before, and I've got a few things to revamp with them, but I relate to Laisey the most.

Laisey is the Demon King; half incubus/half fairy.

His reputation is often conflicting. He has many partners, and many hold the image of a stereotypical 'masculine' demon king, lounging on a throne with his many concubines.

However, he is not at all as expected. He's trans, non-binary, poly, androsexual, and autistic. Laisey doesn't say much, but people listen when he speaks.

He rules his people with kindness and care, and for the rest of the worlds, he is the most intimidating. After all, nothing is more terrifying than a Demon King whose people would do anything for him.

Laisey is incredibly soft. His favorite flowers are buttercups, he loves to cross-stitch, he has a massive hoodie collection, and his bedroom is basically a nook rather than the typical 'bedchambers' of a king.

His favorite spot in the castle is a small library in the tallest tower. He collects journals and gifts one to each person who works for him; they are then welcome to fill their journal with whatever they want, as long as they store it in the small library.

Laisey is affectionate, determined, confident, and has so much love to give; he's a paradox, and I absolutely adore him.

23. Tell me about your newest WIP idea. Even if you haven't written it down. Even if it will die in a matter of days.

My most recent WIP is Angel to Mage, inspired by many of the hero x villain snippets I've come across during my time here on tumblr. I wanted to write something new; detached from the rest of my worlds and writing.

In this story, a Mage steals the wings of an Angel. By doing so, she gains immortality, and her Hero name, Spirit. In this world, heroes are propaganda; they exist to control and destroy anything deemed dangerous or different.

Warlock, on the other hand, is the true angel; an angel with the power to manipulate and control fear. When their wings are stolen by a self-righteous 'hero' the reality of Justice crashes down around them, and they take it upon themself to free the civilians of their lavish prison.

I've still got a lot of things to work out, and this may not even end up being the final concept, but its a start, and I'm pretty excited about it!

01. What was the first thing you ever wrote for yourself? Not for a school assignment but for your own enjoyment.

The first thing I ever wrote for myself was a snippet with my first OC, Maxine Albrecht, or Maximillian Castelis Ailet as she's now known. In fact, I still have it saved, so here's a snippet c; tw: blood, violence, language

He growled at her. "I believe you have something that’s mine." She smiled innocently, waiting. His eyes flickered to her exposed neck and his hands twitched. "Go ahead, I know you're hungry." The gold watch flashed in her memory, as well as Corey's now glowing red eyes. Without hesitation he sank his fangs in, holding her there. She smirked and let out a quiet laugh. Corey moved back, his hands tightening on her wrists. "What are you laughing about, bitch?" She glanced at his mouth, stained with her blood. Without warning, he convulsed in pain, and his mouth started to smoke. Max lazily pushed herself off the wall, wiping the blood off her neck and licking it off. She watched as his skin began to burn where her blood had made contact. "Next time you follow a woman home," She leaned in closer. "Make sure you know exactly who or what she is." And with that, she was gone.

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[anonil88]

Malcolm and Marie live blog

I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.

Spoilers ahead!!

I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.

A tune indeed.

When you are high and drunk on success and

How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.

Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.

So he's pretentious and unaware.

Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.

Can this nigga stop pacing.

Also can he stop talking;

Marie is so tired and unimpressed.

Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.

Oooo the tension and the jazz.

Title Card over mac and cheese.

Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.

Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.

John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.

Guilty confession?

He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....

If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.

GASLIGHTER!

The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.

Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.

He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.

If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.

I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.

70s vibes! 70s vibes!

Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.

Women really are behind every great man.

Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.

Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.

She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.

Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.

I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.

Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?

The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.

Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.

Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.

Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.

Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.

So she's conditional.

Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.

Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba

He is so hurtful.

A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.

John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.

He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.

Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.

This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.

They sitting there like 🚬🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️.

Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.

The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.

He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.

Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄

ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.

Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.

He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.

Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.

He ain't even ask her to read?

One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)

You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.

Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)

But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.

To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.

Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.

CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.

I love Marie yep that was amazing.

Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)

He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.

Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.

I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.

Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.

Marie to herself and the audience:

He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.

The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5

Oh shit this is my song,

Ratings/overall thoughts:

Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.

Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.

Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.

John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.

Cinematography: A and a participation award.

The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.

Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.

The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.

[pen-observing]

I finished my fic with this theme and I did the brothers reacting to this. So how could I, an undatables enthusiast, not make this? It took a while but it’s here. Some brain cells were involved in the making of this post,,,, I guess?

MASTERLIST

How the undatables react/pursue you after Diavolo cheats on you while married

Diavolo:

Why is he here? Well you see-- why not

In the human world some believe that the ultimate proof of love is giving the cheater another chance, fighting to salvage a relationship

In all honesty, Diavolo never expects that from you, nor does he hope such a thing can happen

He curses himself for a momentary weakness. A prince, a ruler, so easily swayed and influence does not carry any nobility or respect

He may be the most influential, the most powerful- but he starts seeing himself as weak

He hides away from his thoughts in work, in new holidays, in friendships and partnerships and in excuses

He tries not to give those thoughts space to grow

But, the damage has been done

Diavolo’s worst enemy and worst critic, the one who judges him the most is himself

He knows that with this one deed (some may call it a momentary lapse in judgement) he has undone all the work it took years to build

He knows that falling into temptation is the biggest mistake he has ever made; especially because he cannot bear to have you hate him when he loves you so much

Diavolo has no guts to admit that after what he did, he believes he has no right to claim it face-to-face

So, he randomly visits Lucifer to see you, ask about you. He tasks Barbatos with keeping you safe. Little Ds are ordered to make your life easier without being noticed

Because of what happened, he doubts that he deserves the place and title of a King

And, you notice that the most- in the smiles, in the speeches, in the doubt and guilt that radiates off from him

The only way to salvage this and get back together lies with you. If you, after so much time can forgive but not forget. If you can wish to grow into a union once more.  

He goes along with your wish for divorce just as quickly as he goes for your wish of reconciliation.  

He does not force you, he respects whatever you decide.

Barbatos:

Probably the one which would provide the most material for gossip and speculation, in theory

In practice, it’s like a 500k slow burn romance

Here is why; Barbatos is a man of duty and loyalty to the person that hurt you. He finds no amusement in being the center of gossip nor does he wish for you to go through the dirt. Devildom is such a cruel place, you cannot even imagine what could come your way if the relationship was established early on.

Besides, it is even hard for you to not have Barbatos remind you of Diavolo once the relationship first breaks

Babratos gives you time to heal and move on before he does anything which can show his romantic interest

He knows how charming you are, he knows your habits and he knows that he must be patient before a true connection can be established

So, how does it happen? Well, after healing from Diavolo you naturally, through fate or the wonder of time, need to spend some time in the same circle

Obligations, work and friendships bring you together in a weird way

The balls and parties are something you must attend and because Barbatos knows you, he knows just what you like

The perfect place for you to sit which is neither too warm nor too hot, a place far away from people you do not like in their world but close enough so that you do not miss anything important or fun. For some reason, it always smells like your favorite scent too

The perfect place, the perfect tea, the delicious food with small hidden notes which do not give away his intention but do show his affection  

It just grows more and more unbearable  

The lingering stares, the short but warm goodbyes, the way his hands just brush against yours for a moment longer than usual when he takes your coat

It creates a magical attraction inside that long game, which, as expected, Barbatos is better at than you

You try to find him alone and, in those moments; inside the kitchen or under the stairs while everyone is far away dancing, it becomes just the world of you two

His tone is warmer, he is more direct. You sometimes, inside such short pauses, are able to exchange warmth. In conversations, in the longing looks, in the way his hand holds yours. In the way he gently takes your wrist, puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you back inside a world which is overabundant in fancy but doesn’t feel meaningful without him in it

Sometimes, it can even hold a soft kiss

But, it becomes torture. Enough is enough. His privacy starts to seem like secrecy to you for all the wrong reasons. As a human, you aren’t patient enough to wait 4 years until something, anything happens  

So, you seek him out at the next party. They’re too rare in your opinion now. You seek him out and find him on the stairs as he goes to complete another task.

Bravery or foolishness, it does not matter which of the two makes you stop him. Makes you ask him; when? When will this secrecy end?

In reality, it doesn’t really matter. He would probably kabedon you on the stairs (as a true gentleman! don’t get it twisted!)

He holds time itself in his hands and yet you asked him.  

He whispers: “All in good time, my love. All in good time.”  

And leaves you like that.

So, what is the good time?  

It is already the point where you forgot about Diavolo but; has Diavolo forgotten about you?

That is what Barbatos waits for. He sees no need to ask his lord such a thing. Diavolo notices it himself. How could he not? Diavolo also knows that he does not love you anymore.

So, the next time Diavolo comes to the kitchen and sees your favorite tea (the one he never drinks) he gives Barbatos the permission, the freedom to go pursue you.  

After all, it is time.

Simeon:

The most empathic out of everyone.  

The best choice even

Why? With him, you would only feel compassion and care.

Gentleness.  

There is no drama that could follow you when you turn to him.

He has not sworn loyalty to Diavolo. He is not his partner. He lives in a completely different realm.  

It is really the exact change that you need. At first, it seems so odd because you are used to a completely different world but; it is comfort. It is care. It is everything that helps you heal

In truth, Simeon’s instinct gravitates towards that. It gravitates towards making sure that you heal in all aspects. Physically, emotionally- most importantly- your soul should shine like it used to

After you start that process it brings long conversations where you two ponder over what it means to live and love. You discuss theories and opinions. Simeon has loved longer than you, he has seen countless love stories- he even wrote some.

This process can even inspire him to flesh out a new character

In actuality, Simeon warned both Diavolo and you with masqueraded words about what marriage truly means before you got married

So now, he doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ or ‘Why didn’t you listen to me’. He just hopes that you won’t grow to hate the whole institution and tradition that marriage is

And honestly? Simeon shows you unrequited love so, how could you ever think that with him?

Here, you will be the first to realize your emotions and you will probably need to act on them first as well

Solomon:

He is somewhere in the human world, inside a secret room of an abandoned castle just thinking of new spells when he gets a text from Asmo about what happened

Dramatic as fuck gasp while his potion drops to the floor and now the floor is pink

Solomon, with all the years that he has been alive, with all the pacts and mistakes he has made- still is more human than the rest of them

This does not mean that he will be the best at comforting you but he already packed the most important things to go and see you. Is that not enough to show immediate care?

Instead of comforting you by himself he spends time in the House of Lamantation, working with the rest of the brothers  

Time has passed, you both have changed so it takes a bit for him to get familiar with you again and to work out your habits

Probably tries to joke like: “Even if that red tree branch offered me to make a pact with him I would refuse for your sake.”

It shows that, despite all the flaws and morally gray actions, he stands on your side- not his

But, life inside that house has to move on. He can’t really stay calm and tied down to it for months and as he is preparing for his next trip- he asks you to go with him

It is a true change of pace. You will experience new things you never dreamed of. He can teach you magic. He can show you places in the human world full of it

He promises to make sure that you are safe

So you set off with him

It is a grand adventure. It holds both comfort and new things that only make you grow.  

It holds his teasing as well but he never lets anything bad happen to you

He realizes his affections before you but you are so busy taking in the world’s wonders that he keeps them a secret for just a while longer because you are so excited. Your eyes shine and he just knows you have new stories to remember and uncover at the same time

You don’t realize yours until Solomon makes it clear to you, in a sly way.

You stand outside of enchanted ruins. The sky is bright blue with pink lines. Solomon says: “And who would have thought that one of the most powerful witches got cheated on by the man who allegedly enchanted this ruin when he was young? Hmm?~”

And really, who would? You realize then how that did not even cross your mind. How could it? Here you are with Solomon on another adventure that sparked more love as the sky dances for your new story.

Luke:

Has it been years since you got married? Yes

Has Luke grown to love demons? Absolutely not. Are you kidding me?

He throws his little hat to the ground when he finds out

Never trust their kind.  That's what he says

Sure Diavolo had a noble goal once but after this? Once Luke’s good opinion is lost it is lost forever

Baby is very dramatic about the whole thing

How dare that evil creature hurt you? Luke was teary eyed at your wedding and he is teary eyed the next time he sees you  

But

He tries his best. He really does.

He doesn’t have wisdom like Simeon. But he asks him for advice.  

Best believe the only way Diavolo will taste one of his treats again is if Luke yeets it in his face 

Firstly, tumblr better fix their tags because it is unbearable! Now you may ask; yooo why is Barbatos’ so long? Cus thats my boo and he is the main reason I decided to write these reactions in general