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bangtancentricsblog · 4 years ago

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hell hath no fury

↳ they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned God was not an exception

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: angst, some fluff maybe, re-imagined bible story

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern, married

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.8 k

warnings/disclosures: this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way!, a whole lot of other gods/goddesses that i don't know enough about but decided to use for this fic, LUCIFER JUNGKOOK, GOD MC, APHRODITE SEOKJIN, BES YOONGI, MICHAEL TAEHYUNG, talks of war, Jungkook and MC have a daughter, they talk in circles lmao, mc doesn't let things go….nothing too bad though so i hope you enjoy it…..

main ml • AO3

It’s bright, so uncomfortably bright. Jungkook likes to think that maybe the white monotone and the open concept of the living room isn't because you held onto that disgusting idea of purity. To be honest he’s absolutely positive you’ve never known purity in your life, but he’s not one to judge. He’s not quite sure why he’s here but he supposed it's a good sign when his wife finally decides she wants to see him, especially of her own volition. There’s something about the solitude of your house that makes his skin tingle almost as if one of his brothers were near. Though one can never be certain when it comes to you, especially considering those horny bastards had been after you way before you two had even gotten married.

His leg has begun to bounce, a nervous tick he picked up from one of his human friends, but to say he’s nervous is a long shot. In truth he’s excited, the last time he’d seen you was during the wildfires of 2017 and that already seemed so long ago. Sure he’d caused it but what other choice did he really have? It’s not everyday one so easily gets to see their wife, especially one who has gone out of her way to make it known that although they were indeed still married they were in fact separated. He sighs heavily, manspreading while leaning his head against the back of the couch, he can’t wait, he thinks allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

Jin stares at you, eyes half lidded the way they always are when he can smell the love in the air. Though it's not just in the air, the scent of love has heavily wrapped itself to your being like a second skin and he finds that not for the first time he wants to know who exactly had such an effect on you. His cheek rests in his open palm, his stare taking in every bit of you in search of a possible answer, but alas he can’t seem to find a crack in your hand crafted mask. The garden you sit in is like that of a fairytale, Jin would know he’s read his fair share, but he digresses, he’s not quite sure why he’s here though. Sure he loved having tea with you but recently something had changed and when the goddess of love and beauty says he wished he could have tea with you in a beautiful garden he hadn’t expected you to make one in mere seconds. Surely something had to be wrong for you to build an entire garden just to appease his whims.

“____, honey, is there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, eyes still trained on your face, still searching.

“I’m not sure what you mean Aphrodite, can’t I simply want to have tea with you?”

“You would never take me for a fool, just as I would never dream to take you for one. So I’ll ask once more and you know I don't usually ask love. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he waits, his nose twitching as the beautiful sweet fragrance of love so unique to you is tainted by the bitter scent of smoke and iron. He wants to gag but he won’t because it seems your little mask has begun to crumble unknowingly.

“I’ve summoned my husband.” you whisper cupping the teacup in both hands. He doesn’t mean to gasp, it just slips out the seams of his lips. He knows of all the things your husband has done and he knows that they hurt you deeply, even now.

“What can I do to help?” he asks instead of ‘Do you want my husband to beat him up?’

“How do you, I mean how can I, well I'm not too sure honestly.” you chuckle bringing your teacup to your lips and the look in your eyes is far away, one Jin has never had the pleasure of knowing especially in one as young as yourself.

“Honey, you can't force someone to love you, love is something that just is or isn't.” He knows it's cryptic and yeah all the old gods spoke in riddles like this but he knows you, and he knows you’ll understand.

“I hate riddles, you old gods should keep up with the times.” you say, and suddenly he’s reminded of Bes who despite being slightly younger than him is much more in tune with the ways of humans and the current ruling god. His brows twitch, the smooth expanse of his unwrinkled face twisting as he feels the words slide onto his tongue, “You should talk to Yoongi then, he seems like a better candidate than this old goddess.” Your laughter fills the air, a sound so joyous that the garden around him seems to grow bigger and brighter. Oh, he thinks as he watches the garden evolve past anything he can imagine. Mortals were so dumb to think that a man could do anything much less create all that they have, even now as you sit before him he’s completely in awe of your true powers. There’s that scent again, the smell of love but much more different, yours is sweet and warm this one is cool and soothing almost like the scent of rain. It washes over him and mingles with yours twisting up in a way that compliments one other.

He’s turning his gaze away from you in search of the scent and finds himself staring straight at Lucifer. It’s not a surprise really, he knew that Lucifer was handsome, dare he say rivailed the looks of many of his friends and yet he was a different kind of handsome. Though right now he finds himself equal parts intrigued and disgusted because there was no way this was your husband.

Jungkook is roused from his nap by the sound of laughter, more accurately your laughter. It's such a sweet sound, he can't help but feel slightly upset that you sound so happy giggling up a storm with someone that isn't him. He knows the difference between your laugh, can easily tell, before you’d decided to separate he’d spent the better part of 7 millenia with you. He can see the way the shrubbery just outside a window is blooming, the once small buds blossoming into the full grown flowers as your laughter continues. He’s off the couch and following the sound like a bloodhound to a scent, he doesn't remember the cobblestone path nor the fountains of water nymphs that shy away from him as he passes. He doesn’t remember what used to be his home being so vast, the land is green, small rose bushes growing taller and taller into a hedge maze. He’s walking through it blindly, it’s bizarre really, because he’s sure he’d never gone through it before, almost as if it had grown in an instant.

He can see the trees that line the outsides of the hedge maze, can smell the sweet scent of honey suckles hidden from his view. All of these things are new to him but you aren’t one of them. Your laughter has died down to mere gasps and he’s rounding a corner when he finally finds you, though to his surprise it’s not just you. His gaze is quick to fall on Aphrodite, as his aura fluctuates from a soft pink to a dark raspberry his dislike for Jungkook is clear. The sun prickles at the back of his neck as you turn your gaze to meet his, a strange comforting warmth spreads through him. One he is accustomed to, something else he’s missed since you’d forced him from his place by your side. He watches your eyes grow wide as if you’ve just now remembered that you’d summoned him. A slow itch finds its way to his palms, he has to clench his fists to get rid of the sensation, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. He hides the slight wince well face falling into one of indifference as you continue to gaze at him.

“I’ll take my leave now, but I expect to hear from you soon.” Aphrodite says to you smiling in a way that annoys Jungkook. You seem to hesitate to tear your gaze from Jungkook’s, there’s that sparkle he missed, the one that shines brighter than all the galaxies in creation. He knows it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s not, your eyes really do hold stardust and shine just as bright. The breeze carries your scent to him and he takes a deep breath relishing in the indescribable smell, he sighs, fingers twitching at the thought that he’s finally this close to you.

“Wife.” he says.

“Jungkook.” you parrot his tone, but he can see the way your lips twitch in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He can feel his own pull upwards, his cheeks heating the longer you smile at him.

“May I take a seat?” he asks motioning to the chair opposite you. You nod your head gaze trained on his form as he easily closes the distance. The sun shines beautifully off his hair bathing him in a golden glow that makes him just that much more handsome, and it further reminds you just how breathtaking he is.

“How have you been Jungkook?” You ask as he takes a seat, the sun once warm now feels slightly uncomfortable against your skin, the dress you wear doing nothing to protect you from its suddenly harsh rays.

“Could be better, I do rule over hell after all. How about you, how is heaven going for you?” He says, moving to rest his cheek in an open palm.

“It’s going well, the death rate has gone down significantly. Nothing I can really complain about. I would like it if you stopped threatening to stir up trouble though.”

“I do no such thing, if my brothers have lied to you that’s on them. I would also love to not see you flirting with them at family functions.”

“I don’t flirt with them.” You say appalled at the thought.

“You do, you just don’t know you’re doing it.” He laughs taking your hand that rests on the table. His skin is warm against yours, your fingers twitch in his hold as he moves to intertwine them. His eyes are lidded, a soft smile playing at his lips the longer the silence grows. A breeze blows past carrying with it the faintest scent of salt and heat, one that comes to mind when you think of one person. You pull your hand away from his just barely catching the way his face falls at the loss of contact. It makes your heart ache, the loss of contact with him when he’s just returned to your side. But you have to be strong, it was you after all that had chosen to separate.

“Mama!” Your daughter squeals bounding over to you before she throws herself into your hold. Her skin is warm, the scent of salt just that much stronger now that she’s sitting in your lap. Her gaze falls to Jungkook quickly as she squeals again quickly squirming off your lap and towards him.

“Papa, I missed you! Did you miss me?” She asks as he moves to hold her close.

“Papa always misses you, my precious girl.”

“Mama said she had a surprise for me, are you staying over?” She asks excitedly before she begins to play with his fingers comparing her little hand to his.

“I don’t know, what do you think mama?” He asks around a grin that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat.

“I think your papa is busy honey. Why don’t you go play with your toys while we finish talking and then we can do something else.” You ask eyes hopeful that she’ll agree easily.

“Okay.” She sighs sliding off his lap but not before she kisses his cheek and bounds off towards the house. Both of you watch her go, gaze reflecting the adoration you hold for her.

“She’s gotten so big, how do you handle her?”

“With a lot of work, look I called you here because for some reason Yoongi has convinced me to try and work things out with you.”

“I’ve always liked Yoongi, he’s a very reasonable god.”

“We have our daughter to think about so I figured we should at least try for her.”

“And what about us?”

“What of it?”

“Are we not going to try and fix our relationship?”

“Jungkook, I know you don’t love me. You’ve proven it many times over and I don't want to force any of my feelings on you.”

“Why do you think that?” He asks, the annoyance is clear as he sticks his tongue into his cheek crossing his arms at his chest.

“You cheated on me, more than once.” You grit out.

“For the last time, it was a misunderstanding. You never let me explain, but of course you wouldn’t because you’re god and you’re always right.”

“I didn’t need to hear a lie about how that minor goddess came to be in our bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a lie, because I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Just like you did nothing wrong with Lilith?”

“Exactly, Lilith is a liar she wanted to get away from Adam. I had nothing to do with that!”

“Surely you think me a fool.”

“I don’t but I do think you’re being foolish. I have never and will never be unfaithful to you. I love you, even after you cast me out of heaven, even when you refuse to believe me, I love you.” He says so earnestly your heart skips a beat. In his eyes you see nothing but truth, they glitter like they did all those years as if they’d been sprinkled with only the purest of stardust. They’re just as beautiful, just as lethal, but still beautiful and yet there’s something different.

“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, the lightness in your tone is gone, replaced with something firm, something unyielding.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something, if I’m hiding anything at all.”

“I know you, and you are most definitely hiding something. So what is it?”

“The years have made you cynical, I don’t spend all my time plotting just so I can see you again.”

“Of course not, you spend the rest of your time bedding demons and corrupting the minds of humans.” You laugh a hollow empty sound, it’s unpleasant and makes his stomach twist.

“Must we have this conversation again? We’re talking in circles love, I have not done anything wrong….recently anyways.”

“Jungkook,” you start only to be startled by the appearance of Michael “Taehyung what brings you?”

“Pardon me my lord, I bring news of the human realm.” he says, shooting a glance at Jungkook.

“Tell me.”

“There are whispers of war, amongst the humans and the celestial realms.”

“War is common amongst humans, but higher beings have not been at war for millenia. What has changed?”

“Witnesses have said a serpent has whispered into the ears of many creating tensions between once peaceful beings.” Your gaze falls to Jungkook who sits quietly; his suit lacks any creases, crisp even as his brother delivers this sudden news. He lacks the surprise that one would usually witness when hearing this information.

“You did this.” you whisper resigned to the inevitable fact that he has stirred up trouble yet again but somehow this is worse than anything you could have imagined.

“I might’ve lost sight of the serpent who whispered in Eve’s ear some time ago, however I had no part in this. I am the king of hell, despite how the world sees me I do not relish in the useless spilling of blood human or otherwise.” He breathes picking lint off his sleeve, gaze meeting yours once more. His eyes are ablaze at the mere thought of war especially when he has something he wishes to protect whether you’d want to be protected or not. You and your daughter are his most precious treasures and if this war comes, he will surely die to make sure that the two of you are safe.

“Go to the general, prepare for war and make sure my daughter is safe at all costs.” you speak, and this version of you is the one Jungkook loves the most. The one who easily takes command of her domain, the one and only God.

“I’ll fight with you, I will always fight with you my love.” he reminds you, taking your hand once more, moving to kneel before you as he pledges his life to you again for all eternity in life or death he would be yours.

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bbnibini · 4 years ago

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PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – sixty-one🔖

[ Tell Satan ]

(Satan’s affection +15)

{ OPEN STATUS : YES

> approved

> displaying capture targets

Mammon: 85♡/100♡

Satan: 100♡/100♡

Barbatos: 0♡/100♡

Lucifer: 5♡/100♡

CLOSE STATUS : YES

>approved }

Do you trust him? Well, of course you do! And you knew he trusted you just as much!

What could it be that even Lucifer seemed really bothered about it? Well, you’d know eventually, so you prioritized dragging everyone’s ass to go with you instead. Lucifer said “any of my brothers whom you trust”, which is his vague way of telling you to bring everyone anyway. Sometimes you wish he would tone down on his cryptic remarks—your brain big dum dum.

“We’re going to Barbatos’ Estate,” was received with mixed reactions. Some were curious, some were outright annoyed (mostly Belphie who didn’t appreciate being woken up), and then there’s a really rare response from Levi who looked at you and said, “Wait, you’re going there too?” And when asked about his business there, grew incredibly tight-lipped.

“What’s going on?” Satan asked you on the way, and you leaned on his ear and said, “I don’t know either, but Lucifer said it’s something important.”

“Huh…”

“Any ideas?”

From the look on his face, it seemed like he has. But before he can share his thoughts to you, you have already arrived. Sometimes you forget that Barbatos was one of the highest-ranking demons in Devildom due to his subdued demeanor—a duke at that, which from your many readings of cheesy shoujo isekais is at least ML or even second ML material.

“Barbatos is pretty amazing!” You’ve never been to his estate before, so seeing it in all its glory was a feast to your eyes. Satan laughed at your side and told you that you’re gawking, but you couldn’t help it! It’s them who were weird! How can something so fancy be normal to them?

There were servants that greeted you as you arrived by the gates, and a man who introduced himself as the butler (a butler having his own butler! :0) guided you to “Lord Barbatos’ study”. He said fancier words that you couldn’t fully understand, and interpreted it as “follow me, peasant” which seemed to be its correct translation. Speaking of peasant…

“I’m pretty sure Mammon just stole a figurine nearby…”

Satan sighed and shook his head. “Leave him. You’ll see.”

You didn’t see anything, but you heard something alright. In fact, you haven’t heard anyone scream so ghoulishly in your life until Mammon. You smelled something burning too, but Beelzebub, who had been walking at the other side next to you covered your eyes.

“This happens every time we come here. He’ll be okay.” He said, warning you not to open your eyes, and you, being you who trusted them didn’t open your eyes until the butler announced that you have arrived.

“Please wait here, esteemed guests and I shall inform them of your arrival.” You were curtsied to. Curtsied to!

“I-is this how Lord Diavolo feels?! Everyday?!” Your voice trembled with excitement, and you looked at every one of your companions (along with a grumbling Mammon lagging behind) with sparkling eyes.

“I can see your tail wagging from behind.” (Satan)

You punched him lightly on the shoulder and his smile only widened. Sure, Barbatos acted similarly to his own butler, but Barbatos is Barbatos. You haven’t had actual servants waiting on you before.

“Thank you for your patience, esteemed guests. Please come inside.”

You were promised tea and snacks as the butler left, opening the double doors to see shelves of books with gilded letters at every spine, a chandelier adorned with some fancy sparkly stuff overhead, and some other expensive looking items that Mammon was eyeing with the same, appreciative eyes as yours (although for an entirely different reason). Lucifer sat on one of the chairs nearby, reading stapled pieces of paper, while Barbatos sat behind his desk, spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose.

“I see, so you’ve brought my brothers.” Lucifer placed down the stack of papers on the table and gestured a hand over the vacant chair. “This will take a while, so why don’t you sit down?”

You noticed another figure from the window’s reflection; a mop of white hair scanning one of the bookshelves with a solemn face.

“Solomon, they’re already here. Do your research later.”

“…”

Lucifer sighed, then looked at all of you before standing up. “Barbatos, can you take over?”

Barbatos nodded and faced all of you, while Lucifer literally dragged Solomon by the collar, still concentrated on his reading.

Noticing curious eyes at the spectacle, Barbatos nodded in understanding and explained, “He has a tendency to space out when he’s concentrated on something; a walking hazard when left alone.”

Huh. You didn’t know that. So Solomon had a rather clumsy side to him.

“I apologise for summoning all of you in such short notice, but this matter is rather important.”

“So I was right,” Satan muttered, causing Barbatos to raise an inquiry.

“Were you informed prior?”

“No, merely an observation. Of course I didn’t know the specifics.”

“Ah, that actually makes an interesting introduction. Do you mind telling us what you know from what you have observed?”

Oh. ohhh…Barbatos shouldn’t have asked that. You love your boyfriend, sure. When he nerds out, it’s adorable to you but…

“I’m so glad you asked!” Okay, he is adorable. From his close-eyed smile to his air gestures imitating some noir detective procuring a pipe and placing it near his lips…

....but this doesn’t fit the seriousness you expected from the urgency of your summons.

“It’s simple really. Rather, it’s elementary,” You heard Levi mutter “chuuni” under his breath while holding back his laughter and you pinched his side to shut him up. A yelp of pain almost let out from him, if not for Lucifer helpfully glaring at him and encouraging him to say another peep. One brother making an embarrassment of him in front of his friend is already enough.

Satan really went all out with his explanations, taking notice of even the slightest of Lucifer’s misstep that any ordinary person would normally brush off. You heard about his suspicions of Solomon being involved, and the said sorcerer only smiled at you when you looked at him. ‘Guess Satan was right about that’ you thought, then turned to Levi who had now been your boyfriend’s new object of suspicion. The snake demon sputtered, conscious of being on the spotlight—even hiding behind you as if you were an effective shield.

“You’ve been making contact with Barbatos lately. Which was strange. You never make contact with anyone—“

“I have friends, just so you know!”

“Online friends and them do not count.” Pertaining to you.

You saw bullets of sweat gather from Levi’s face, desperately looking at the spectacled Barbatos for a lifeline, which the time bending demon happily obliged upon being requested. “It seems you’re going off topic, Satan. Is Leviathan’s personal matters of importance? Especially when it seems you have an idea of what’s going on now?”

Satan looked almost sheepish as he realised it himself, clearing his throat and returning to his seat. Now that your boyfriend had calmed down, Barbatos returned to explaining the situation. “Satan’s observations are frighteningly accurate. As he had already mentioned, we had been working from behind the scenes. It was not our intention to keep things from you, but we have decided it was the best course of action, until of course the situation was resolved—which was only recently.” Along with tea and snacks, some documents were left by the butler on the table; and you were thankful you cooled your tea first before sipping it. Reading those reports had NOT been a pleasant experience. Satan had to hold you and soothe your back to get you to calm down and reorganise your thoughts. Photographs and photographs of your family, your friends and the unspeakable things—

“What the hell is goin’ on?!”

Mammon was your voice of reason, your thoughts and feelings being conveyed by his bursts of anger.

“They’re just human! The hell does Lord Diavolo’s enemies got ta do with them?!”

“We feared this kind of reaction from all you, which was why we told you now that the situation is resolved.” Lucifer warned Mammon to keep his voice down, reminding him of your current disturbed state. Satan continued soothing you and reassuring you it was fine, but…you couldn’t feel anything. So, were you playing around and being blissfully ignorant while Lucifer and the others are sacrificing sleep and their precious free time to protect you?! But then again, what would knowing do when you were powerless? You struggled to keep your emotions in check, looking lost and confused as you met eyes with Lucifer who only looked back at you with an unreadable expression. You saw him open his mouth, as if he were saying something. Only when you felt tears streaming from your eyes did you begin to hear,

“…sorry.”, sounding almost rueful coming from the firstborn.

“No…I should be sorry…I caused trouble for everyone…”

Satan hugged you tightly and shushed your self-deprecating words. He kissed your tear-stained eyes without giving a damn about public displays of affection. He only wanted you to feel better.

“Barbatos’ underlings have already distributed the antidote to your family. And you…you’ve been taking small doses of them in your meals.” Solomon said, turning to Satan. “You must have found it strange that Lucifer had been taking kitchen duty quite frequently, didn’t you?”

“So that’s why…” (Satan)

“You should be grateful. I barely even cook for myself.”(Lucifer)

You can see it, everyone trying to hold back. Protecting you again in their own ways. It was in the way Belphie listened intently, fighting the urge to fall asleep. In Beel holding and keeping Mammon in place, the said avatar of greed angrier for your sake than yourself. In Asmo who sent you supportive glances while holding Satan’s hand on his other side, as he noticed your boyfriend on the verge of leaking out anger from his thin veneer of composure. Lucifer was unquestionably protective too, albeit misguided for deciding things for you. Barbatos as well—you felt that he cared for you. Whether that care was for you as an individual or as Lord Diavolo’s important guest did not matter. Solomon accepted your request to tutor Mammon despite his injury and busy schedule without a single complaint.

“Thank you, everyone.” You weakly smiled at them, still addled and confused, but you knew better now than to dwell on things that already happened. “Can I be honest?”

“Of course.” (Barbatos)

“…will I be okay from now on? My family too?”

You felt relieved to see Barbatos nod, no matter the remnants of doubt still hanging heavily on your heart. Unfortunately for you, Satan was keen to notice, his next words you didn’t expect.

“I’ll go back with them. To the human realm, of course."

How did he know? Did your fears show on your face? He held you closer towards him, your shoulders touching. “You can drop me out of RAD. I don’t care. Clearly this isn’t entirely over yet.”

His outrageous proposal was received by his other brothers favourably; everyone else offered to drop out as well, worried about your safety. Only Lucifer remained silent, not quite angry but instead, expectant. He levelled their apprehensiveness with his composure, voice clear and unfeeling. “I expected all of you to say that. Not to worry. I’ve already arranged your prolonged leave of absence…Satan. Everyone else can visit them if need be.”

There was opposition (mostly from Mammon aka your Guardian Demon), of course. But Lucifer reasoned that Satan made the most sensible choice.

“We have already made arrangements for your accommodations in the human realm; an alias as well—.” You laughed when you saw Satan’s brows knit at the name Helel in his false documents, knowing the name was of Lucifer’s choosing. Barbatos, Lucifer and Solomon took turns on briefing everyone about the situation, and from what pieces of conversation + information relayed to you, you began to understand:

Lord Diavolo’s reign was not received unanimously. The Demon King’s slumber caused a divide between noble factions, bourgeoisie and even the commoners. Your stay in Devildom was mostly peaceful due to the cooperation of numerous people, most especially Lucifer and his brothers, whose reputation in Devildom was enough of a silent declaration not to mess with you.

“However, some were foolish enough to target you anyway, no matter how well you are protected.” Solomon said. “...mostly the fallen kingdoms salvaged by the Demon King before his slumber. They do not recognise his son to be their new master.”

“Wait—“ you recognised his phrasing and Solomon only smiled sadly. “You should not compare Devildom to Human Realm’s ethics. It’s not as cruel as you think it is.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone with 72 demon pacts.”

You saw his lips tighten for a bit, followed by a forced laughter. “You’re right. I apologise."

“???” You said it jokingly, so why did it feel like you should be the one to apologise instead?

“This and that are different matters anyway,” Lucifer interrupted. “Just know that you are safe now, and Satan will accompany you for an indefinite amount of time until we are entirely sure no one is targeting you anymore.”

The meeting went by a blur after that. Lucifer said many more complicated things, and even had a message for each of his brothers, which he relayed on a faraway corner of the room. Whatever they talked about, it must have been serious, for even the most cheerful of the Demon Brothers had solemn expressions when they returned to their seat. And even as Barbatos thanked all of you for coming, signalling the end of your briefing, you can feel it---there was tension still lingering in the room even as you turned to leave.

“You’re not coming, Levi?”

“!!!”

Your best friend averted eye contact. “I-I’ll go home by myself.”

Oh right, he did say he had some business with Barbatos.

“You want Satan and I to wait for you?”

“N-no…” Levi stuttered. “I’ll be fine! Just go.”

Weeeeird but okay. Even Satan, who usually had all the answers seemed lost.

The uncertain danger you will face aside, your remaining days in Devildom had been relatively peaceful. Everyone was out of hot water once the final exam results were posted, boasting scores that were significantly higher than their usual—Mammon as well was safe from Lucifer’s punishments, and when you thanked Solomon for his help on tutoring Mammon, he only gave a curt reply, not bothering to make any more conversation. Typical him, you supposed. You weren’t really close.

Levi was still tight-lipped about his frequent visits to Barbatos; even with your numerous bribes and insistences, he didn’t entertain your curiosity. It almost felt like he was embarrassed.

“L-leave me aloooooone! Normies like you won’t understand anyway!”

He also sulked about not being the demon chosen to stay with you in the human realm and even questioned the importance of your friendship in your life—it almost escalated into another fight if not of your promises to summon him even without Lucifer’s permission. Satan only rolled his eyes once you told him about it.

“You’re going to get in trouble for this.”

“But you’ll save me anyway, won’t you?” Your cheekiness earned you a kiss, repeated a few times until an awkward Lucifer asked both of you to prepare to be teleported.

“I’m going to miss this place…” You looked up at Satan, feeling his fingers lacing with yours.

“Not as much as it will miss you.

Ready?”

You nodded, squinting your eyes at the bright light that slowly enveloped both of you.

💌💌💌

A week had passed since then. Distance seemed to be the only change you’ve had in your daily life. Everyone in Lamentation still kept in touch with you frequently and even visited (read: crashed) at Satan’s place under the guise of inspections, investigations and “sleepover trials” (nice try, Asmo). Satan didn’t take their interruptions kindly, complaining in both your lonesome that your times together diminished due to their “pestering”.

Satan avoided their company by staying at your place instead, littering your apartment with cats and books. He had been a lovely housemate, excited about everything new to him, and was a wonderful cook who treated you to every one of his newly concocted recipes which he gathered from numerous binges of cooking documentaries on Ne*flix. Any complaints his brothers had about “his privileges” were immediately shut down when he pulled the “boyfriend card”. As many benefits he enjoyed by having such a card at his disposal, the responsibilities that came along with it was also quite nerve-wracking…to you at least. Your unflappable boyfriend was more “excited” and “willing” than nervous, and you dearly wished you had his mental strength...especially now.

You should be the one saying “It will be fine,” right now! You should be the one calming him down and kissing his worries away as one of your life’s most important moments was waiting for you at the other side of the door.

You knew it was coming eventually. You can only delay his inevitable meeting with them for so long.

“They will love you.”

“I know, so you don’t have to worry.” He chuckled and kissed your lips, holding your hand tight. “Just be yourself, Kitten.”

“I have known those people,” you stated, pertaining to your “guests” at the other room, “…I’ve known them for YEARS. They’re important to me. And…oh, Satan!”

“Helel.” He corrected.

“Right, right. Haley!” He rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. “I want them to accept you too."

“They will. I’m amazing, after all.”

“Asmo is rubbing off on you—h-hey wait don’t open—

hi guys!” (strained)

Your traitorous boyfriend! You stepped on his shoes (which he evaded quite gracefully) to express your annoyance. His stupid, cute smile! His reassurances however, had merit. Was it a demon’s charm? Or was it his own charisma with people? Either way, the friendly and smiling way he carried himself was a hit to your other important people. Tension left your body, replaced with pride and joy as you saw how everyone received him. In fact, they were so taken with him that they almost forgot their pleasantries.

“Now that is just rude of me not to do. Please allow me to introduce myself.” You saw him utter his borrowed name with no hint of hostility (after much practice and getting used to). Feeling all the love he had for you when you met each other's eyes, his smile as he turned to them was dazzling.

"I'm lucky enough to say that I am their boyfriend. It's lovely finally meeting all of you."

[ Satan's Normal Ending obtained.]

💌Autoload previous save slot

💌go back to prologue

💌 masterlist

💌exit

💌tag request: @lilliansstuff

[ You have unlocked a new chatroom in MEMORIA 7. ]

💌 Read now

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ao3feed-lukanette · 4 years ago

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by SayuriFanficWorld

A new idea I got from the miraculous ladybug “Bio!Dad AUs”.

This is going to be series of one-shots about “What if one of the archangels or Lucifer from the lil’ lucifer and Forsaken AUs were Marinette’s bio dad?”

Each one-shots serie will focus on a archangel and Lucifer as Marinette’s bio dad, each one-shot series will be on a subject.

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

Warning 2: This AU content salt don’t like don’t read!

Words: 807, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Cuphead (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, The Devil (Cuphead), archangel michael(cuphead), archangel raphael(cuphead), archangel gabriel(cuphead), Archangel(s), King Dice (Cuphead), Gina Dupain, Classmates (Miraculous Ladybug), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Chloé Bourgeois, Caline Bustier, Cuphead (Cuphead), Mugman (Cuphead), Casino Bosses (Cuphead), Lila Rossi, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Other(s)

Additional Tags: Bio dad au, alternative universe, Family, Hurt/Comfort, lil lucifer au, forsaken au, casino cups, One Shot Collection, Salt, ml salt, class salt, Lila Rossi Bashing, Caline Bustier Bashing, Protective devil, Protective Archangels, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

#ao3feed #fanfic #miraculous ladybug #mlb #lukanette #ao3

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ariaadagio · 6 years ago

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Lois & Clark! It's so hard finding hidden gems on lcfanfic without trawling through the Kerth awards.

Oh, gosh, I have SO MANY L&C recs. There are so many amazing authors in this fandom, it’s not even funny. FWIW of the recs that I’m posting, you can also assume I’m blanket-recommending anything else by the author in question as well. Without further ado, and in no particular order:

Firstly, because this is a Lucifer blog, I have to recommend City of Fallen Angels, by Endelda & NostalgiaKick. In which a near-S1-finale Lois & Clark investigate a connection to “the Boss” in Los Angeles, meeting Lucifer & Chloe in the process. The author draws some pretty amazing parallels between Lucifer & Lois, as well as Lucifer & Clark, and it’s just a fun story all around. Highly recommend.

In a Better Place by CC Aiken. Omg this story. THIS STORY. In which pre-revelation Lois & Clark get stranded in the future, after utopia has already been created. At which point they find the Superman Museum. This is probably one of my favorite L&C stories ever. It’s funny and heart-wrenching and thoughtful, along with being brilliantly plotted and paced. If you read nothing else, read this one.

Veritas by ShayneT. An engrossing fic in which canon Clark is mistakenly transported to post 9/11 USA, where Lois Lane is career military, and Superman is pure fiction. This is another one of my absolute favorites. When I started reading this one, I could NOT put it down.

The Three Rules by Scarlett Burns. A story about Clark, told from the perspective of the shocked woman who saw Clark stop the bus in the pilot. Beautifully written and insightful.

Ambivalence by Nivafrer. Post S1, Clark and Lois struggle to reconcile in a post-Luthor world.

Lifeflight by Raconteur. A three part AU in which Lois & Clark are doctors. Absolutely captivating. Another one of my absolute favorites.

And Then There Was Light by AntiKryptonite. Clark is kidnapped by Luthor. At odds, Lois doesn’t discover this until she’s thrown into a cell with him. An intriguing villain plot and a well-earned L&C reconciliation ensue.

Trusting Me, Trusting You by Female Hawk. A loooooong AU fic in which Clark has already been held hostage by Bureau 39 for years when agent Lois Lane is assigned to guarding him.

Meet Me in Kansas City by Chris Mulder. An AU fic in which Clark finds work at the Kansas City Star instead of the Daily Planet, but of course, Lois & Clark still meet. And sparks still fly.

Feathers by Nan Smith. The first story in a series that I highly recommend in its entirety. Based on the premise that Lois is a little more observant during the episode Honeymoon in Metropolis, and revelations ensue.

Yesterday, Upon the Stair by Carol Malo. A love early S2 story that follows Lois as she struggles to regain her footing as a reporter after the debacle with Luthor, and Clark as he struggles under the weight of his decisions while performing Superman duties.

To Protect and Serve by Tank Wilson. An AU in which Lois is a cop, and Superman disappeared ages ago and is presumed dead.

Yellow Fever by ML Thompson. A gripping post-canon story in which Clark encounters a new form of kryptonite that creates symptoms of schizophrenia.

The Next Step by Sue S. A post-Whine, Whine, Whine revelation story.

Darkest Hour (Before the Dawn) by Erin Klingler. In which Clark’s identity is revealed to Lois during a crisis involving kryptonite, and she barely has any time to process that before they’re kidnapped and must work together to escape.

Shape of My Heart by LabRat. In which a pre-revelation Lois & Clark get stranded in a cabin during a blizzard.

Strangers by Missy Gallant. A lovely 5 (6? I can’t remember) part epic series based on the premise that Clark was already an established reporter at the Daily Planet when Lois came along.

Trust me, I’m a Reporter by Yvonne Connel. A alternative ending to Madam Ex, in which Superman doesn’t heal right away after being shot, and Lois sticks around to help him out. Later, when Clark shows up to work with a similarly injured shoulder, she starts to connect some dots.

Night Errant by Meredith Knight. Clark is exhausted after spending several consecutive days putting out fires in Metropolis. He falls asleep in Lois’s apartment and wakes up thinking somehow that he already told her he’s Superman. Things go downhill from there. Also one of my absolute favorites.

Learning Curves by Christine Carr. A rewrite of early S1 in which Lois figures out Clark is Superman almost immediately.

Growing Pains by Ann McBride. An engrossing post-revelation rewrite of Top Copy.

So um. Yeah. Just a couple of recs. Hopefully this will keep you busy for a while :) Happy reading!

#aria recs #fic recs #lois & clark

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