#but lucifer gives you both away because he’s a lightweight

[doorknobinmyayuss]

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (7/?)

Word Count: 1,384 Words

Chapter 7

"So much left unspoken, between the two of us..." - Halestorm

When Alastor was awake and ready to move, Lucifer helped him through the portal and back into the shower. It was still dark in the room, but Lucifer took his time to see that they were both showered.

He worried that Alastor would be touch averse again now that he was back to a calmer state, but the demon clung to him - still unsteady - as Lucifer took pangs to wash and inspect his body. Lucifer was a needy creature, and a favorite part of an intense sexual session – to him - was the intimacy of aftercare.

The cuts across Alastor's face had already healed. Apart from being both utterly mentally and physically exhausted; Alastor seemed no worse for wear. Lucifer summoned what was needed and began lathering Alastor's fur and hair in product. The sinner was bent close to him as hot water pelted his back, bringing relief to the aching muscles that throbbed and twitched beneath his skin. Lucifer adjusted Alastor's position; rinsing the product from his hair before finding a body wash he wanted. Taking care, Lucifer worked the soap across Alastor's skin in a busy way; purposely so that the movements were never slow, lingering, or sexual in nature.

When he was done and the soap was washed away from Alastor's body, Lucifer turned himself to begin washing his own hair with Alastor leaning heavily against him. Alastor moved and he pressed himself closer to the King's back, resting his head with eyes closed upon a low shoulder. Lucifer let him be as he continued to wash himself and when he was done with that; he dried them both off, gathered up their clothes and - using a portal - moved Alastor and himself to a large spare bedroom suite.

A small wave of the hand; and Lucifer had Alastor dressed in a dark red -with black trim - silk nightshirt and slacks; though he wasn't sure that the sinner had ever really truly noticed. Alastor dizzily had climbed into the bed; burrowing himself beneath the tucked back covers. Lucifer suspected he was asleep before he was ever properly settled.

Lucifer left him to his rest; going to replace the blown fuse to the fuse box and making himself a gin and tonic. He had manifested a pair of loose sweats for himself and nothing else. He was properly tired now...something that was rare for him these nights. He debated with himself, wanting to give Alastor his privacy but also not wanting to leave him alone without knowing what to expect when he awoke. Taking the gin with him; he returned to the room. Settling himself in a plush chair that sat against the wall; Lucifer sipped from his gin before letting his head fall back and falling asleep. 

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Hours later, Alastor was stirring. Lucifer groaned, getting up from the chair and stretching himself. Sleep had abandoned him only moments earlier; still, it was better than he could say for most nights... 

"Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh." Alastor groaned; sitting up and throwing the covers off of himself. "Why do I feel like I'm fucking hungover?" 

Coherent and seemingly...himself. That's good. 

"Probably because you are, you fucking lightweight." He smirked. Lucifer went to the bed, leaning against a bed post that ran up from the footboard. 

"Uh...what time is it?" Alastor groaned again, swiping a clawed hand down his face. "How long have I been asleep?" He was blinking blurrily. 

"Three days..." Lucifer told him, serious now. 

"WHAT!?" Alastor sobered up; ears shooting up straight and his eyes snapping open.

Lucifer spat out a laugh. "Just fucking with you - it's only been a few hours." 

Alastor huffed, clearly unamused. 

"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" Lucifer asked, curious to know. 

"No.....yes?" He was thinking, trying to remember, but was in a haze. "Maybe...we were -" He stiffened. "And, then..later...I-" His face flushed a soft red. 

Lucifer snorted. "I'm flattered that that is what is so memorable to you but, I'm more wondering if you remember what happened between the antics we got up to in the shower…to you deciding to climb me." 

"No, I -" Alastor's ears pulled back, uncomfortable. "I'm afraid that I don't." 

"It's fine. I'm just curious, is all." Lucifer assured him. 

"What did happen?" Alastor asked him, trying for nonchalance but delivering it rather poorly.

Fuck, he's really worried. 

"Naturally, you tried to kill me." Lucifer told him. "But, I think we both were anticipating that. It was all easily managed; no harm done." 

Turning his head, Alastor eyed him. "Cost of damages?" 

"Oh, yes. You blew out a fuse to my fuse box before trying to kill me...so I suppose there's that." 

Alastor pressed a palm to his forehead; eyes squinting tightly closed. "I need to get back to the hotel." He started pulling himself out from the covers. 

"Whoa, already?" Lucifer moved to stop or help him - he wasn't sure which. "It's still early - it's not even light out yet."

"It's better that I return immediately so that no one wonders at my absence." 

"You're sure?" Lucifer asked him. 

"Yes. I'm usually up early anyway." Alastor slid himself from the bed, going to where Lucifer had his clothes hung and set aside for him. 

"Because your...creep-piss-cular? Right?"

"Crepisscular." Alastor fumbled. Creepuscular..." trying again. "Crep-ah! Fuck you, nevermind....yes!" 

Alastor unbuttoned the night shirt; slipping it off. 

“If I leave now, there’ll still be time for me to have breakfast done and ready for everyone before they wake up.” He was saying – reaching for a hanger.

“Special occasion?” Lucifer asked.

“No, it’s something I do every morning.”

“Every morning?” Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because absolutely no one in that god damned establishment – save for Charlie and her ‘boo’ -knows how to make or enjoy a proper meal.” Alastor hissed; casually tossing in a new bit of the new slang he had learned.

“I...have so many questions.” Lucifer told him.

“Well, now’s not the time-“ Alastor was saying; untying and pulling down the pajama bottoms.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA! What are you doing!?” Lucifer jerked back; looking away.

“I’m undressing.” Alastor ignored his dramatic outburst; thinking him to be acting purposely dramatic.  “You’ve seen it all anyway, what’s the problem here?” He pulled his dress pants to him; carefully shaking them out.

Lucifer’s face was flushed, eyes still cast aside. “I just-I wasn’t expecting it.”

“You don’t have to humor me, your grace.” Alastor told him; slipping into his dress pants – tucking his tail in - and going for the shirt now. “I don’t really need it.”

“That’s not – “ He shifted his eyes back, seeing that Alastor had his shirt pulled on now and was working on the first button.

“Why are you even dressing yourself like that!?” He blurted.

“It’s habit!” Alastor bit back at him. “I don’t use my powers for every little thing.”

Letting it go, Lucifer asked, “So, is that it then. You all done with your rut?”

“Oh, if we could be so lucky…” Alastor sighed, pulling his jacket on now. “I don’t think so. But, I should manage on my own for a while.”

“But, you will c-“

“Yes, my King, I will call on you.” Alastor assured him.

Alastor’s ears were twitching; and he suddenly seemed to be even more in a rush to be leaving.

Ah…someone has certainly given him some trouble.

Quickly re-evaluating, Lucifer realized he was coming off much too…clingy. Which – really wasn’t his intent, but whatever; Lucifer fumbled social interactions all the time - Alastor could read into it as much as he wanted to or not. He wasn’t going to lose sleep over it; he already had enough to torment his nights.   

Fully dressed; Alastor produced his microphone staff with a flourish.

Looking to his sleeve, Alastor pulled at it, absently straightening it out; as he said: “I…appreciate your…collaboration in ensuring that I can keep my end of things running smoothly. I will be in contact with you soon.” Alastor spun his staff; opening a green and swirling portal before promptly stepping through and disappearing entirely; the opening closing with a snap and a soft hiss.

“’Oh, yes…indeed….how terrifically splendid.’” Lucifer mockingly mimicked Alastor’s voice as he walked away, leaving the room. “’Please, let’s do it again sometime – teehee…’“

“The fucker…”   

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[Alastor taking efforts to make breakfast for everyone at the hotel is from a small but lovely fic idea I came across: here]

Chapter 8

[obeymeluv]

Isnt devildom liquor weaker than human world liquor? Mc had beat Asmo in a drinking contest. How do you think it they'd act, completely hammered in the human world. I think harder liquor means stupider drunks.

Spoiler alert to the in-game MC’s “heritage” reveal. You know, the descendent/reincarnation thing. If you know, you know.

Below: Thoughts on Devildom liquor + the specific incident Nonnie is talking about with Asmo in game + THE ACTUAL ANSWER TO THE ASK. My bad, haha.

My thoughts on Devildom liquor at that point in the game:

The MC is not as affected because they are human/angel. Maybe the angel part fortifies MC and makes it harder for them to get drunk?

Maybe the HUMAN side of MC is what makes it harder for them to get drunk on Devildom liquor? Like...everything in the Devildom is made primarily for demons so maybe there are ingredients in there that specifically affect those with demon blood. Maybe humans don’t have the biology to be inebriated by those ingredients?

I am a little fuzzy on that point in the game but did Asmo pre-game? Like, a lot? Did we ever find out? I could see him being so emotionally distraught that his lovely MC is leaving that he just wants to be sloshed. Maybe he assumed MC beat him in a drinking contest because he forgot how much he already drank?

Maybe Solomon gave MC a heads up that Asmo was down for drinking and gave them a pre-game potion of their own to ward off the affects.

End hypothesis: Maybe Devildom liquor IS strong (for demons) but that potency just can’t translate in human bodies so the bros (Lucifer especially) don’t want MC drinking it because they’re not sure what it will do. They just ASSUME it will do to MC what it does to them.

Other thoughts: Because demons sprinkled little secrets to the humans over the course of history, gave them trinkets and magic and things, I’d like to think they gave humans the idea or process of alcohol-making but are TOTALLY not prepared for the end result. All the flavors, types, etc. 

As far as I understand it (at the point I’m at in the game), travel between the Devildom and human world was widely discouraged until Diavolo could make a program that united the three realms and improved the overall image. So basically everyone has been separated for thousands of years.

What if demons are equally bad at holding human world liquor? I could just see a drunk Asmo being like, “What is this? Sangria? This isn’t what I told them to call it.” as he’s trying to drink and (speed) walk away from Beel, who wants the fruit out of the pitcher.

I could just see them all getting TOTALLY wasted on human world stuff just because they thought “Ahh, we taught them this 5,000 years ago! Of COURSE we can handle it! We invented it!” (spoiler alert: they cannot). Like, I’d like to think their biology works against them here. They heal quicker and probably get over stomach aches and things quicker, so they probably metabolize alcohol quicker to restore bodily equilibrium so they probably get flash-drunk off of just about anything with a decent alcohol content. 

HOW THEY WOULD ACT (AKA: the real question)

The facts: 

They’re all going to be like drunk kittens, big bassy purrs and wanting to cuddle you or scent you. 

They’ll basically curl up in a pile together; you occasionally have to move body parts (so no one suffocates). 

Do a head count every now and then, give them some crackers/carbs when needed, and put water all around them like a summoning circle because when one of them wakes up, all of them will and they’ll act like big babies

Put a bucket near Lucifer and Asmo, they’re sympathy pukers.

Levi and Belphie need total sensory deprivation when they wake up. You may only breach the darkness to bring them things to settle their stomach and anything to kill the headache

Just give Beel bread and anything like Gatorade/Pedialite. He’ll help you with the others after three loaves or so.

Asmo will be especially pitiful and demand you take care of the others first. Once they’re decently able to take care of themselves he’s near teary-eyed, demanding tummy rubs and tell him he’s still pretty even though he feels awful. Please get him a sheet mask.

Mammon’s not functional enough to help with anything major but he’s standing the next day so he rubs that in everyone’s face. He’s the one shuffling around with a half-eaten sandwich, looking for any comfort item (heating pack, cold wrap for his head). He will demon screech at you if you touch any of the lights in the house.

As Mammon comes to, he demands dim lights and acts like a grumpy mom. He’s making porridge and they better shut up and eat it. Says it’s for him but there’s a suspicious amount of bowls nearby.

Satan just swears he’ll never drink again (like always). Dutifully waits for porridge. Spends most of his time letting cold water run over his head. Can’t spend too much time hunched over because he gets nauseous. Baby him a little. Find a way to let his head float in a bit of water where he can lay down and he’s as quiet as a mouse. 

Who can drink the most? (Best to worst - my opinions only)

1) Beel (body mass helps), 2) Mammon (party king), 3) Asmodeus (huuuge history with mixed drinks. Boy is READY), 4) Lucifer, 5) Satan (neck and neck with Lucifer - casual drinker only. Even wine is rare for him), 6) Leviathan, 7) Belphie (usually sleeping instead of drinking). 

Lucifer:

We’ve seen little gags about how ‘Lucifer got drunk and unplugged the router’ so this guy’s either going to be super cuddly, a hot mess, or both

You know the people who fluff their hair, comb it back, undo a tie or some buttons and just get comfy as they drink? That’s Lucifer.

He’ll smile a bit more, laugh a bit more, and there will be some color to his cheeks

He’s not sloppy, just cozy. 

Drunk Lucifer is not overly loud but he is honest. He won’t throw himself into groups or pester all the brothers, but he’s up for some accidentally-heartwarming one-on-one

When he’s drunk he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and let you play with his hair

Will not win any drinking games. Is actually a lightweight compared to his brothers (see best > worst drinker, above).

Mammon:

GO BIG OR GO HOME! MAMMON’S HERE TO PLAY FOR BIG MONEY! (AKA: bragging rights that he can handle more than his brothers)

He and Asmo are quick to get the drinks flowing because they want to try shots of everything. 

He and Asmo are pretty good at matching brothers to drinks and tasting subtle notes, things like that

Show Mammon beer pong once and it’s done. He’s betting the brothers he can whoop them and is somehow able to pull off ping pong ball math to get Lucifer shit-faced real quick (might do it even faster if Belphie or Satan slip him some money)

The type to be like “Bet you I can hit that cup right there--third row, second from the left.” and can do it flawlessly. You have to give him head pats or $5, that’s the rules.

He’ll be one of the bros you have to chase around and make put his clothes back on. Boy will try to strip and strut

Will definitely hoard his favorite bottle (picked it on smell) and spend a majority of the time trying to drink it and avoid the bros. (”YOU CAN’T MAKE ME SHARE IF YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!”)

Leviathan

Not the best drinker. Not a frequent drinker at all.

His envy makes him drink because as he starts to go on a tangent about how ‘it’s not fair! Everyone’s having a good time!’ when he realizes it’s as easy as picking up a drink. Like...he can join in too.

Levi won’t grab himself an alcoholic drink because he’s a nervous over-thinker. Asmo or Mammon will just hand him a cup like the resident Liquor Fairy and he trusts their judgement

The first one to let his demon form out just because the liquor is a little warm in his belly and he feels like he’s flying? Also comfortable?

The excited drunk who goes on animated, slurred rants

The loud laugher

He’s honestly so adorably animated that anyone who knew him would be surprised? He seems far from a shut in

Trade off: he can’t hold his liquor well

Boy probably trips on his own tail or thinks something snagged his ankle to bring him down when, in fact, he just fell down

Sways when he sits

When he’s done, he just wants a nice comfy lap to lay in and maybe play with his hair. 

Like Lucifer, liquor will make him confess all his feelings. 

Watch out for the tail. It will be all over you when he starts to lose the ability to wrap it around himself.

Satan:

It’s a toss-up as to whether he gets drunk before Lucifer or vice versa. I’d like to think his tolerance is slightly higher since he might run in the same circles as Asmo, but he is a part of Lucifer so I’m sure it balances out

He’s a drink snob and this is what hurts him the most. He goes to fancy tastings and random things he’s invited to, but this is a drop in the bucket

He’s never gone hardcore before because he’s afraid he’ll be prone to anger

He’s not. He’s actually a lot like Levi. He just wants to smile and laugh and have fun.

The one who knows a lot of random/interesting stuff and has unexpectedly awesome party tricks

He and Asmo act as instigators and somehow con everyone else into getting drunk. It’s mostly because he wants blackmail material, but he enjoys the mind games

He’s the one you’re going to have to carry BUT he’s super chill when he’s having a good time. You want him to wear a lampshade? Okay, but only if you call him Enlightened One (get it?)

Makes bad jokes. Lucifer definitely laughs

The one that randomly dances with someone at the party. But it’s a fancy dance or slow dance, not something crazy

Will try to prove he’s not as drunk as he is by reading or reciting something and just breaks down into snorts and giggles

Cat Mode: Activated. He wants to be all over you. Hug him and play with his hair, please.

Asmo:

Asmo isn’t really different from his usual self.

He’s a little social butterfly, making his rounds and checking on people

He’s the silent, sneaky drunk. No one notices he’s drunk until his face starts getting red and his eyes get glassy

The quiet cuddler. Just progressively gets closer to you until he’s resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side and asking you to give him his drink.

Would be the happiest person on the planet if you literally just held his drink up to his lips and let him drink it when he wanted to. You just love him so much?! You’re so thoughtful?! He wants to cry

Guilty party #2 for ‘chase him around and make him put his clothes back on’

Next in line for ‘Liquor makes me tell the truth and my darkest secrets’.

Will try any activity at the party and will dance at least once with everybody

If he gets in a fight, that’s because someone doesn’t respect what he put on the party playlist. He knows good music, okay?!

Has a personal goal to steal one drink from everyone, drink it before they realize, and hand them back the empty cup as he slips away. Something about it just amuses him.

Wants to leave lipstick/lip gloss kisses on people. Thinks they’re the cutest accessory!

The one who loses something at the party and makes everyone look for it the next day

The one who’s passed out in a random spot and no one has the heart to move them but everyone checks on them to make sure they’re safe. When everyone’s turned in for the night, he is safely moved like the precious baby he is.

Beel:

The one who takes the longest to get drunk. You don’t know if it’s because of his build or how much he ate to offset the alcohol

Unofficial baby sitter of the group. Pays special attention to everyone but Belphie, Asmo, and Levi in particular.

Not super loud. Just vibes and enjoys time with his family.

He’ll participate in the party activities because he does have that competitive streak but he’s not as invested in it as Mammon. If he wins at least once he’s proved his point and is on to something else

Surprsingly, #3 to ‘you might have to chase him and make him put his clothes on’. Drunk Beel is convinced he’ll get over the alcohol faster with less clothes because of temperature regulation and something that doesn’t really make sense because he’s slurring

Will drink more if Belphie is nearby or if he can hold onto Belphie. Taking care of Belphie and knowing he’s okay (in a tactile way) makes him a little more carefree. 

Doesn’t really confess like the other bros but he’s the one no one can really hear talking because his purr takes over everything. His purrs are so loud and deep! Big boy is truly happy

Drunk Beel is affectionate as ever and this is where you learn that demons can express affection by licking people. Most of the bros end up with a Simba-style mohawk. It’s just one lick but Beel’s got a long tongue and it fucks with hair real good.

Will jump in for a song or two if karaoke is a thing at the party. A really good singer but wouldn’t do it unless he had a decent amount of alcohol in him.

He’s the type to trip over stuff trying to help clean up. If he falls down he says he’s just ‘taking a break’ and will ‘help in a minute’. Might not get up again.

Once Beel lays down, Belphie, Satan, and Levi drunk crawl/stumble/slither over to him for warmth. This is how the cuddle pile starts.

When he lays down, if you get anywhere near him, he’s begging you to lay down with him. Wants to whisper little compliments and lovely things. A big sap. Handsy but will definitely know when to lay off and will listen if you get uncomfortable. 

Belphie:

Honestly, doesn’t really drink. He’s more interested in the nap.

His biggest motivation is to get the others drunk so everyone’s quiet and he can sleep. Definitely wants Lucifer blackmail.

He’ll have a few things but he prefers a lot of something mild versus a mix or a few shots of something super potent

Will try the funnel drink challenge.

The third enticer. He wants to work everyone up (Lucifer especially) and get the booze going.

Borrows off of Beel’s body mass and ability to handle alcohol here and there, but it all catches up with him eventually

The type to have really diluted drinks because he’s already sleepy by nature and doesn’t want to faceplant with a shot glass.

Will slow dance with Asmo. When Asmo starts to struggle with his weight as Belphie gets cozy and sleepy, Beel steps in and you just see the twins purring and warbling to each other as Beel just scoops him up and lets him sit on his hip like a toddler.

Another one who wants to slither into your lap and take all your attention.

The type to do random shit like boop your nose and giggle about it.

The one who doesn���t want anyone else to touch you. If he’s laying on you then the others need to leave you alone. It’s not hard to understand!

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Obey Me Brothers as catboys or dogboys

Lucifer

- Even though he has a dog, I'm saying he's a cat. An extremely prideful asshole cat that thinks you should worship the ground be walks on

- Probably a short-haired breed but still insists that you brush his tail 100 times before bed. Secretly loves having you brush him, and always smirks like the cat who got the cream whenever you give into his demands

- He will not let you brush his hair. Why? Because one time you were doing it and absent mindedly scratched at the base of his ear. He was purring and leaning into your touch before he realized what he was doing. Promptly turned bright red and hustled away, and now refuses to let you touch his hair for any reason

Mammon

- Mammon is absolutely a whiny, needy kitty. Complains that he should be spoiled and pampered but is secretly happy with any scrap of affection you're willing to give.

- Is that cat that will curl up on your chest at night and suffocate you with his tail

- If he rolls over and shows you his belly, he's one of the rare cats that don't do this to trick you. You're the only person in the world that he'll accept tummy rubs from. He always melts and purrs and wiggles around, eventually turning to a little puddle of melted Mammon goo

- He tried catnip once and got into a staring contest with one of Levi's figurines before trying to eat Henry 2.0

Leviathan

- Honestly, I can see Levi as a dog or a cat, so we'll do both real quick!

Doggy Levi:

- A rare lazy boy that Does Not Like fetch. He thinks it's so backwards and rude! You offer a precious, beloved toy to your owner so that they too can relish in the joy that it brings, only for them throw it?! Throw away his generous offer, just to make him chase it down to offer to you again, only to repeat the vicious cycle?! No way, no how!

- Has cute floppy ears that are always a little shaggy cuz he doesn't like haircuts. They're lightweight enough to be blown back by moderate wind, and his brothers tease him for his 'majestic flowing hair'

- Eager tsundere trots up to when you get home from work, but doesn't say anything. He just kinda... stares at you, because he's happy that you're home but he doesn't know how to tell you that

- Very sensitive to rejection! Please do not shout at him or use negative reinforcement while training! It will not only make him cry, but will absolutely result in lots of sulking and pouting and passive-aggressiveness for the next week.

Now Cat Levi:

- A lot like dog Levi in that he's very lazy. Likes to lounge around with the video games you got him and... not much else

- Very elusive! Ofc there's his room, but you might find him atop the bookshelf or under the bed at random intervals

- Absolutely loves animes with catgirls in them. The Nekopara OP was his designated theme song for a 6 month period, once. You now have Shiny Happy Days ingrained into your memory whether you like it or not

- Likes jingly balls a lot! Just the little plastic ones with a cheap metal bell inside. Like $2 for a pack of three and he's the happiest cat in the block. He finds their gentle ringing soothing

Satan

- Do I even need to say it? He's a dog

...

- I'm kidding. Satan's a cat

- If like... any generic lawyer, a generic brooding angsty teen with daddy issues, like half a frat boy for childish pranks, and Capper from the MLP movie combined, you'd get something akin to catboy Satan

- What I mean is, extremely smug and occasionally obnoxious in all the way cats are, while also being very well spoken and using several big words

- He. Is. A TERROR! Demands you feed him at 3 in the morning. Pushes things off counters just to hear them crash and laugh at your frantic scrambling when you come to see what just broke.

- Probably brings you critters too, but not in the, 'I care about you so I brought you this rabbit I caught' way. More in the, 'I caught this innocent squirrel and have let it loose in your house just to watch you dance' kind of way

- THIS IS THE CAT THAT IF HE SHOWS YOU HIS BELLY, DO NOT ENGAGE. IT IS A TRAP. HE WILL HURT YOU. HE'S GOING TO BITE YOU

Asmodeus

- The perfect purebred with the longest, silkiest fur, and he just has to let it be known that He's A Purebred You Guys

- Probably a turkish angora, with the most luxurious fur you've ever felt. It makes all of bragging worth it, whenever he wiggles into your lap and rubs his head on your chest until you take the hint and start spoiling him

- He absolutely loves you, because you're the only one that gives him this kind of affection. You have the gentlest hands, and always know just the right way to pet him.

- Loves wearing the collar you got him, struts around like he's a king showing off for the peasants, because it's a gift from you so that makes it priceless

- Is the only cat that doesn't fight you on bath time. He actually really likes water, especially when it's really warm and bubbly. The fastest way to Asmo's heart is to draw him a bath and then wash his hair, praising his perfect slender shoulders and soft creamy skin.

- Likes to sleep tucked up under your arm and cuddled into your side. Tangles his legs with yours and goes to sleep purring, rubbing his cheek against you

Beelzebub

- THE GOODEST BOY

- Beel is an extremely well behaved doggy, and he absolutely lives to please. He's the most enthusiastic when it comes to training, and he really is the best. Sit, shake, stay, heel, retrieve, he knows it all

- He likes learning new tricks partially because it makes you happy, but also because he always gets treats while learning. If you teach him through his stomach, he'll truly be the best there is

- Beel is absolutely addicted to your people food. You don't let them use the oven after someone accidentally gave everyone food poisoning, so you do all the cooking. And he's always right there when you're in the kitchen, whining and drooling because he wants some!

- Begging was the one bad habit you never manage to break.

- You take one look at his begging puppy dog eyes and his tail starts wagging so fast you think he might accidentally take flight. He looks so excited that you can't help yourself from always giving him a little sample

Belphegor

- Belphie, unlike his brother, is a cat. A very troublesome cat

- Will take naps anywhere. And I mean anywhere. On top of the fridge, on the roof of your car, in the freezer on a particularly hot day, in the dryer, under your bed, under his bed, on his siblings, anywhere is fair game.

- Will come lay in your lap without warning at the most random times, and refuse to move. Guilting you with, "It's illegal to wake up sleeping kittens, isn't that what you said?" if you try to move

- Very lazy, very smug boy, that won't lift a finger to do anything if he thinks he can get you to do it instead.

- Very shaggy, overgrown fur. Hates being brushed unless you use the soft bristle one, cuz it slowly coaxes him to sleep everytime you use it.

[obae-me]

You Are My Gift

Happy Birthday to our beautiful money boy! This is a small fic based on his birthday event, talking about what happens after his party, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2282

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol 

Unbelievable. It was his special day. His. And somehow after having a bit too much to drink, his precious human had wandered off. The birthday celebration was still on in full swing; even Lucifer was feeling a bit tipsy, telling Mammon--again--how much he loved him. Mammon didn’t mind the attention, but when his older brother got personal, he hated the annoying emotions in his chest. Satan and Asmo were both handling their drinks well, just a bit drunker than Lucifer, each of them deep in a giggly discussion that the second-born didn’t have the wherewithal to pay attention to. Levi and Belphie were the lightweights of the family, completely wasted. Levi had been muttering slurred words to no one in particular about how much he hated this new show he was watching. Belphie passed out a while ago, and Mammon wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the fact that he had skipped his afternoon nap to join the party. His twin, Beel, was nowhere to be found. Simeon and Luke never drank, being as uptight as angels typically were, but they were each enjoying some sort of sparkling fruity juice, making sure those who were drunk were pacing themselves and drinking water. Solomon was speaking to Barbatos, both of them practically sober, each of their eyes twinkling with specks of mischief. Diavolo seemed to be having the time of his life, pestering Lucifer to no end, and enjoying the frivolities that came with birthday parties with a loud boisterous laugh. And Mammon himself, well, for once, he wasn’t that drunk, he actually wanted to remember this whole thing for tomorrow. Sure, his head was tingly, he felt fantastic, and his feet wouldn’t walk as straight as was normal, but he could think fairly clearly. Right now, what was on his mind was, where in the world is MC?

He checked the kitchen first, seeing as how it was the nearest room to the dining hall. No MC, only Beel, finally found, who was raiding the cupboards for extra snacks. His excuse was that the alcohol was giving him the munchies, even though Beel held his alcohol so well, he had barely been tipsy once in his life. Mammon left him be, heading to the next logical choice, MC’s bedroom. He was so well acquainted with the direction of their room, he could walk there with his eyes closed. In fact, in a passing thought, he realised he probably spent more time in their room than his own. He opened the familiar door, convinced he’d see their face, but it was empty.

Memories flooded through his mind. Times of countless days where he’d open this very door to see his human greet him with a smile. Didn’t matter what it was for. Movie night? He fondly recalls staying up way too late with them, watching whatever they wanted. They’d giggle at his commentary and open emotions. If the movie scared him, he might accidently jump and cling to their side. They’d pat his head and make him feel safe. If he cried, they’d hand him some tissues and let him be emotional, making sure he felt better afterwards. Hiding from Lucifer? It had worked the first few times, after all, why would he want to be in a human’s room? Now, of course it doesn’t work, it’s the first place Lucifer checks. Once, he had hidden under MC’s bed and the human lied for him. It didn’t end well for them obviously, but after they endured the lecture together, they found themselves laughing about it. Bored? He’d go to their room and they’d find something to do. Excited? They never downgraded his accomplishments and eagerness. Upset? They’d not shoo him away, they’d invite him in, letting him talk about it no matter what it was. They’d ensure he knew his feelings were valid. No matter what, no matter the reason, he’d always wind up right here. Right by their side in any situation.

Irritated MC wasn’t where they should be, he wandered the house for a while. He should be at his own party, he should be among his family who, for once, was celebrating him. But it wasn’t nearly the same without MC around. Nothing he did anymore was. Somehow, this human enhanced every aspect of his life. He walked a little bit into the wall at the thought of them. Maybe he drank a bit more than he thought.

He was about to walk clear past his own bedroom when he noticed light peeking out from under the doorframe, some soft music gracing his ears. The melody sounded somber. He quickly opened his own door. The lights were dim. He had to scan the room a bit before he saw them. MC was sitting on the floor, back propped up against the wall, a glass in their hand with more drink left in it. Their cheeks were red, and they hadn’t even noticed he had entered yet. The music was coming from their D.D.D. a vastly different tune than what was playing at his party.

“MC!” He called, relieved to have found them, but upset they had left him and the group behind.

They snapped their head up at him, a grin curling their lips. “Mammy! Mamo. Mamoooooney.” He could tell they were wasted. Demonus didn’t have an affect on humans, so Lucifer took it upon himself to find a similarly strong human replacement. Maybe it had been too strong, and Mammon had half a mind to chew his older brother out for making his human wind up like this.

He felt his face grow hot at the nicknames, but he shook his head, using a finger to adjust his glasses. With his hands on his hips, he confronted them. “Why’d you leave the party, eh? We’re supposed to be celebrating me, you know! This kinda stuff doesn’t happen everyday!” They looked confused, like his question didn’t make sense. Instead of an answer, they went to take another sip. Mammon found himself taking the glass from their hands, placing it on a shelf. “I think you’ve had enough, huh? And when that’s coming from me, you know it’s serious.” He bent down, grabbing them by the arm to get them to their wobbly feet. They latched onto him, tightly, leaving him incredibly flustered.

“You’re being such an adult, where’s the real Mammon, what did you do to him?”

Again his chest fluttered, and he gritted his teeth. “Hey! I’ve always been an adult! I’m thousands of years older than you, ya know!” They giggled as he settled them down on his bed, detaching them from his body. They swayed a little as they sat still, and Mammon found himself shaking his head. “Look at this sorry state you’ve gotten yourself into, forcing me to be responsible, on my birthday no less!” His eyes almost twitched at their disheveled clothing, revealing some of their left shoulder and a bit of their collarbone. Adjusting their clothes to cover them back up, he found it hard to breathe.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me?” MC’s breath was hot, the mixed smell of his cake and their adult beverages wafting in the air. He blinked to realise he was close, much closer than he had intended to their body. Just a few more inches and their noses would be touching. His eyes flickered over their lips before reeling back and rubbing his own chest. His heart was almost painfully beating.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me what I got you for your birthday.” MC swayed a bit more, and with his arms extended as far as they would go, he held them up by the shoulders. Then he thought about what they had said. He didn’t even think of the fact that the only one who had yet to bring him a gift was the one he cared about the most. Just them being there, giving him the letters, their smile, their support, the way he treated them--not just today--but all days that he was important, that had been enough.

“You...got me a gift?” He perked up a little, shifting around on his feet. MC chuckled some more, a sweet smile on their face, leaning to their side more so Mammon had no choice but to tighten his grip and straighten them.

“Course I did, it’s your special day.” On those last two words they attempted to touch the tip of his nose with their finger, but they ended up missing, touching his mouth instead. When their arms dropped, he bit his lower lip to keep his emotions at bay. “Wanna see it?”

“I-I-I mean, it’s my birthday, I deserve a gift! So...yes.” He covered up his true feelings with selfish desire like he so often did. MC rummaged through their pockets and handed him another envelope, addressed in the same fashion as the rest of them during this whole event. He let go of them temporarily to open it, sitting by their side on the bed so they could lean into him for support. It was labeled For Your Gift. Opening the envelope, he found it was devoid of a letter, containing a small key inside. He raised an eyebrow.

“It opens something in this room,” MC hinted, mumbling hazily against his arm.

“Ah, that’s why you squirreled your way in here huh?” Nerves in his body tingled with excitement. He scanned his room for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Then his gaze snagged upon a little treasure chest on his nightstand. It was as wide as a good-sized book but half as tall. It was a dark black color with a silver lock and hinges. A golden bow was wrapped around it. How he had missed it before was a mystery, but he suddenly felt giddy, looking at MC with a goofy grin before crawling over his bed to get to it. He snatched it and placed it in his lap. MC followed him, collapsing face-first a few times on the mattress before they reached him, sitting opposite from him to better watch his expression. Their legs touched, threatening to intertwine, but Mammon hardly noticed. With the matching silver key, he opened the lock, lifting the lid to look inside.

His expression flattened, but not because he was disappointed, but because he had to process what he was looking at. Inside the box was what could only be described as memories. Train tickets, four of them, all stapled together, the ones from the trip to London. A shiny rock MC had found, one that they said reminded them of Mammon. A necklace, one Mammon had stolen to pawn off only to discover that it was a convincing fake, but ultimately worthless. He and MC had worked hard in trying to prank one of the brothers to buy it anyway, only for him to give it to MC to keep. Pictures from that time they had borrowed Satan’s camera to have an at-home photo shoot. One of Lucifer’s feathers from the time they had a contest to see who could get one plucked from his wings first. A cheap prize from that cursed Devildom Claw machine, one they had spent more money than trying to get than was actually worth. Trinkets, goodies, random knick-knacks, all these physical reminders from all the good times they had spent together. A tiny note was tapped to the underside of the lid. It read, For When You Want To Remember Me.

MC’s hand touched his knee, worried. “Do...you not like it?”

Drops of water suddenly fell onto all his little treasures, and as he blinked, Mammon realised he started to cry. His breath hitched as he observed the many contents of the box once more. Swimming in his head were all the memories. Thoughts of him and MC together, every event they shared. He placed the box off to the side of him, hesitating for just a second before pulling MC into his arms, burying his face into their shoulder as he cried.

MC stiffened, sobering up just slightly from the shock of his reaction. “Mammon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong, I just…” He snaked his arm up around their back so he could place his hand on the back of their head. He never wanted to let them go, he could stay in this moment forever and be happy for eternity. “You gave me you, MC.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind...thank you, that’s what I meant to say.�� It was hard for him to explain in words. That box was filled with MC, essentially. Every connection to them he ever needed was in their gift. He held them tighter, hoping that maybe they were drunk enough to forget tomorrow how much he sobbed into them, how softly he was holding them. MC mimicked his actions and buried their hand in his hair. He let out a soft sigh, trying not to melt into them as his tears started to dry.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” They leaned their whole body into him, the alcoholic influences letting them share more than they typically would’ve intended. “I wished there was more I could’ve given you. You’re so so special to me. I can’t afford anything fancy or designer, though I know that’s what you would’ve preferred. I’d give you the entire world if I could. The three worlds!”

Mammon shifted so his face was in the crook of their neck, feeling MC’s head settle against his own. “MC...listen...this is perfect, and even if you didn’t get me anything, I wouldn't have cared. Everything you’ve done today is enough. Everything you do is enough. You yourself are a gift to me enough.”

[leviathans-watching]

Sticks & Stones Chapter 2

The next morning you made your way down to breakfast and threw Mammon's jacket back to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it," You smiled, and he returned it easily, patting the empty seat next to him.

"You should be thankin' me. It's not every day THE great Mammon lets someone borrow his stuff! Just remember yours next time, got it?"

You grabbed a scone from the tray on the table and sat down next to him, waving at the rest of the brothers. You were the last one to breakfast, as you had needed to find your jacket before coming down.

"Morning," Asmo grinned at you from across the table and you returned the greeting, nudging Belphie, who was on the other side of you and nodding off.

Like usual, Satan and Asmo were the first to leave, followed by Mammon and Levi, then Lucifer a moment later.

"If you linger around here any longer, you're going to be late," Lucifer reminded you, Beel, and Belphie, and the three of you got ready to go.

"Why are you walking with us, MC?" Beel asked, and you shrugged, pulling on your backpack.

"Mammon had to do something and told me I could walk with you if I wanted."

The three of you walked to RAD, the atmosphere nice and easy. Stopping at the doors, Beel put a hand on your arm.

"Hey, want to work out with me after school?"

You quickly made up your mind, not wanting to turn him down. "Sure. I'll come to your room after I'm done with my tasks."

"Cool."

You broke apart when the bell rang, signaling you only had a few minutes to get to class.

* * *

Mammon's words played in your head, mixing with Beel's request. Mammon had made you feel better the night before, but Beel had obviously asked you to work out with him because he pitied you, right?

You don't suggest working out with someone unless the person needs to get in shape or something.

Plus, it was really unusual of Beel to invite other people, so it must be really bad.

Reminding yourself that Mammon had said not to let your thoughts control you, you put it out of your mind and tried to focus on the lecture.

Moving through your classes, it was a relief when lunch came. You had lunch C, with only Asmo and the angels, so you grabbed your tray and took your seat next to Luke, who had a frown on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked, giving him your apple.

"Just the normal stuff, demons being jerks," He sighed, looking down at his tray.

"Are you alright? Who was it?" You prodded, and he shrugged, unable to point them out.

"I don't know. I'm just sick of it. I wish everyone would leave me alone. Simeon doesn't have this problem, neither do you. I guess I am just pathetic." He laughed emptily, dragging a hand across his face.

Looking up, you spotting Simeon and Asmo coming your way, and figuring they didn't need to be privy to your conversation you pulled Luke up, walking to the hallway with him, mouthing to Asmo to give you a minute.

You sat outside the lunchroom, back against the wall. "What do you mean? You're not pathetic. You're one of the best people I know!"

Luke sighed. "Everyone always teases me, calling me a chihuahua and stuff, and no one ever takes me seriously. I'm tired of it. It's so hard being around you and Solomon and Simeon, because you guys are so cool and amazing, and I just feel like I'm not, because if I was, I wouldn't be getting made fun of, you know?"

You frowned, a bit taken aback by his assessment of the situation. "Luke, that's so not true. I've always looked up to you, to be honest."

Luke glanced up at you. "Really?"

"Well, yeah. No matter what, you always stay strong and push forward." You told him truthfully. You had always admired Luke. You had seen him getting teased but had assumed he was able to brush it off as he had never said anything about it.

Looks like you were wrong.

"That means a lot, MC. Thank you." Luke smiled up at you, and you wondered if this is what it felt like to have a little brother.

"No problem. I think we're going to miss lunch if we don't get back, though, so let's hurry."

The two of you walked back to your table and sat down, brushing aside the questions from the others.

It surprised you that Luke put you in the same group as Simeon, a literal angel, and Solomon, a powerful sorcerer. You had always thought yourself beneath them, but to have someone else, another angel compare you to them, it made you think.

"MC, what are you doing after RAD?" Asmo asked you, and you remembered your plans.

"I'm working out with Beel. Strange that he asked me, right?" You commented around a mouthful of food, and he nodded with pursed lips.

"I guess. Not too out of character though."

Now Asmo was acting weird. You saw Simeon and Luke exchange a look and knew you weren't being crazy.

"Okay. Why do you ask?" You questioned and Asmo brightened.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have a night out, but I see now that it'd be stupid to have it on a Tuesday anyway." He smiled at you, peach hair shining in the light. "Let's do it on Saturday, okay?"

"Alright," You agreed reluctantly. "But nothing to crazy."

"Of course not!" He laughed. "Who do you take me for? A party animal?"

"Only slightly, Asmo, only slightly."

* * *

Finished with your tasks for the day you changed into sweatpants and a tank top, pulling on a lightweight sweatshirt over it.

Making your way to Beel and Belphie's room, you knocked on the door and waited, hearing movement inside. It was opened a moment later by a similarly dressed Beel, minus the sweatshirt, who shut the door behind him.

"Ready?"

You nodded, and he led the way to the gym down the road. You had been a few times, but much preferred to either not work out or run outside, due to how intimidated you felt by all of the demons who were able to lift several hundred pounds and do other things like that.

Walking in, Beel nodded to a few people who were standing by the desk, and they all looked you up and down, seemingly unimpressed.

You started on cardio, finding some treadmills in the back to warm up on.

While you ran next to Beel, you wondered how intense your work out was going to be. You had only eaten the scone for breakfast, and your talk with Luke had taken away most of your time for lunch, so you were only able to scarf down a sandwich, a cookie, and some celery.

Not super filling.

Feeling a little faint, you slowed to a walk and Beel did the same, looking over at you.

"What's up? We've barely started?"

"Oh I know, I just," You stalled, trying to think of an excuse.

He softened, stopping his treadmill. "MC, c'mon. Let's stop pretending."

"What?" You asked, out of breath still, also stopping. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please." He rolled his eyes, but you could tell there was no rude intent behind it.  "We were worried, so Mammon told us what was up."

You blanched, frowning. Mammon went behind your back and told everyone? How could he?

As if he knew what you were thinking, Beel grabbed you and waked you outside. You stumbled after him, still stuck on how Mammon betrayed you.

"He was worried about you. We all were, MC." Beel sat on the grass. You waited for a beat, but sat next to him, embarrassment coursing through you.

"Well now you know," You mumbled, pulling at the grass by your leg. "Why'd you ask me to work out if you knew then? Was it to mock me?"

Beel shook his head, putting his large hand over yours. "No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to prove something to you."

"Yeah? What was it? How fat and slow I am compared to you?"

Your harsh words hung in the air.

"Is that what you think?" Beel asked, and you shrugged.

"What else am I supposed to think?"

"I wanted to show you you need to maintain a balance, which you haven't been doing," Beel explained, and you turned away from him, watching the House of Lamentation, which was right in front of you, since Beel had basically walked back into its front yard.

"I eat a ton, but I also work out a lot to make up for it. Balance. Belphie sleeps during lessons but works extra hard on tasks and homework. Balance. You don't maintain balance. I see you push yourself so hard and never take time for yourself, or you don't take care of yourself properly. It's about balance."

"Oh." You were quiet, hoping your voice didn't break. "I see."

"That's all. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was mocking you or anything." Beel squeezed your hand, and you looked over at him.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Thanks for this."

"You're good." Beel's stomach growled, interrupting him. You both laughed, and he stood. "I'm going to go get food, wanna come with?"

"I'll hang here. Thanks though." You watched Beel walk away and weren't sure how to feel. On one hand, Mammon had told everyone something you had told him in private. On the other, you knew the boys were only worried about you and he had good intentions.

Plus, if the events of today were anything to go by, you should be expecting a visit and talk from each of the brothers eventually. You already knew Asmo was going to go all out, which was probably the reason he wanted to hang on Saturday.

Sighing, you leaned back so you were laying in the grass. There was a tree above you, and you just watched it swaying in the wind until footsteps sounded.

Sitting up, you saw Mammon approaching apprehensively.

Tags: @nimeryaa​

Chapter 1 

S&S Masterlist

Chapter 3

[thehargrovewhore]

forbidden fruit 🍒 | billy hargrove [18+]

summary;

in which a religious girl - gets acquainted with billy hargrove, the newest resident of hawkins.

warnings;

religious reader. swearing. drinking. slight smut. smoking. oral [f receiving]. dirty talk. & soft billy.

author's note;

this is long as fuck, sorry 😭 there is going to be a part two, and maybe it'll develop into a mini series? ugh idk

okay so this is written from a third person point of view, but i couldn't think of a name so i'm using the y/n insert.

so, whatever your name is, there ya go 😊

tags;

@hargrovesprincess @sioxxskywalkerxx

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this was such a stupid idea and she knew it. pulling at her leather skirt, that barely came to her trembling knee's, it's inevitable that a feeling of harsh regret quickly swallowed the girl's entire body whole.

her mom and dad, who were both in bed and asleep, had the impression that their daughter was over at debs, who was another goody two-shoes, and church-going girl.

that was a blatant lie. instead, she had decided to make her first party appearance at tina's halloween bash.

halloween was absolutely forbidden. although it was her favorite holiday, besides christmas. horror movies? nope, those are the work of lucifer himself. dressing up in some slutty costume for the night? nope, that means you're the town harlet.

these were just a few examples of the ridiculous rules she has had to follow. now that y/n was almost 18 years old, it was getting unbearable being so pure and inexperienced.

in her mind, there was nothing sensational about her. she has a mess of wavy brown curls, that cascaded down her back and nearly reached her bottom.

her skin was tan due to her mother being hispanic, and a set of killer green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, were courtesy of her father.

there was nothing outstanding about her on a daily basis, she was no sharon tate, but tonight was a different story.

nancy wheeler spent hours on end making her look like a supermodel, and she did an outstanding job much to the disdain and impatience of steve harrington.

she was adorn in an outfit that would give her parents a heart attack and shoes that were about to break both of her ankles if she tripped over one more red solo cup.

she was dressed as a sexy kitten, which is something she has been wanting to do for years now. but, she has never gotten the chance until now due to her extremist parents.

being from an all girl catholic school and only dating boys from her church, male attention was hard to come by. she even noticed a few of the girls checking her out as well.

being the center of attention wasn't a reality in her world, and she didn't know how to handle the sudden change in the way people looked at her.

cat calls and loud whistles surrounded her. and some guy even pulled away from a makeout session with his girl to stare at y/n while she walked past them looking for steve and nancy nervously.

did she look ridiculous, is that why she has everybody's attention all of the sudden? she began to feel conscious about her body being so ... exposed, and needed a drink.

she wasn't a student at hawkins like these people were - and could hear them all whispering about her. trying too figure out who she was, or even who she came with.

it distracted her from the path ahead; and she slammed into an unnecessarily muscular chest.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!"

the impact caused some beer from his can to slosh out all over his exposed chest that was only covered by a leather jacket. though, his chest had already been glistening with sweat.

his hair was a mess of blonde curls and he had sunkissed skin. his blue eyes left her completely smitten, along with the little smirk sitting constantly on the corner of his lips.

when they made eye contact, the room seemed to slow. she was completely speechless, upon the sheer sight of such a captivating person. he was a walking, talking sin.

"don't worry about it, angel."

angel. he just called her an angel. she could feel the deep heat rising to her cheeks upon his little nickname for her.

his voice was deep, brooding and sensual - which caused her heart to flutter maddeningly and her cheeks began to flush cherry red, which only seemed to spur the boy on.

she watched as his eyes, now more dilated and dark than they were a couple seconds ago, scanning over her outfit while his tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip.

she didn't know what to say to him, and opted to twiddle her thumbs while looking at the ground anxiously.

she didn't talk to boys much. especially; not to boys who looked like him. it was like he was fucking photoshopped, everything about him was the depiction of wet dreams.

his aura was oozing masculinity and it did intrigue her to the point of no return; she had to get a taste of this boy.

"i don't think i've seen you around before. because if i did, we would've already known each other pretty well."

his remark made her giggle and she looked back up at his ocean blue eyes, heart hammering within' her chest. what if this was just a joke? what if he was just toying with her?

she didn't know how to flirt. and she wasn't going to run the risk of looking like a total dumbass in front of him.

"i go to the catholic school, so i don't think you have." she giggled, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye at those words, and suddenly he took one large stride closer.

he got a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it with a zippo. she wanted to ask him for one, but opted to chew on her bottom lip nervously, while watching him intently.

"religious girl, huh? i must say if i knew catholic girls were dressing this way now, my ass would've been in church, a long time ago." he charmed, smiling and showing off a set of perfectly white teeth.

"actually, they don't. this is my first time dressing like this, and my first time coming to a party." she confessed. now, those words sounded more pathetic, when she said them to someone other than her close friends and family.

"i'm billy hargrove. nice too meet you,"

"i'm y/n. it's nice too meet you as well, billy."

he took another step closer, and now she could feel the heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin.

billy extended his large hand out for her to shake; and as she did, billy pulled her even closer. this time their chests were almost touching, and y/n opted to bite on her lip.

he brought his thumb up, running it across her bottom lip seductively, snagging it from in between her teeth. at this point, she felt like she could faint from the simple touch.

"stop biting that lip, angel. you want a drink?" billy asked, and she nodded quickly, needed something to make her feel a little more confident. he led her through the crowd, trying to ignore everyone's glares and whispers.

they approached a table with various types of alcohol. its now dawning on her that she has never gotten drunk and didn't even know what type of drink she would like.

"i've never drank before, so you can pick." she blushed. its embarrassing being so pure. and she was scared that lack of experience in just about everything would turn him off, and make him walk away from her in a fit of laughter.

but, he didn't walk away from her. instead, billy smirked and scanned over the choices. he reached for everclear; which was his first drink and poured a small amount for her to sample.

she took it from him, gulping it down, her face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowing at the bitter taste. he grinned in amuesment, taking the cup from her and pouring. billy, who knew she was lightweight, did not give her much.

which she appreciated, because her legs were warm, and head was swimming already. billy watched her, smiling as she finished her second cup. she went to get another, but billy slapped her hand away.

"in moderation, alright? don't need you puking or passing out. everclear is some strong shit." he inquired, downing a shot of everclear himself, gazing at her intently.

"thanks," she laughed feeling a little bit dizzy. just as she is gaining the confidence make a move on him; the voice of one of his very loud friends had interrupted her attempts.

"hargrove! we got the keg ready, so let's do this shit!" billy looked over his shoulder - smirking at the boy dressed up as the karate kid, before turning his attention back to y/n.

"come with me, let me show you how it's done." he boasts before holding his hand out, which she happily took. their fingers interlocked, sending shockwaves down her arm & straight down to her toes.

they walked out to the backyard, where tons of drunken teenagers surrounded the keg stand, ready for a show. it felt like being in a movie and billy only made it more than surreal and elevating for her.

the loud rock music, the endless cheers, and the sound of drunken laughter and idiotic comments filled the cold air.

she watched from the sidelines while he was crowned the new keg king a title previously owned by steve harrington for the past three years in a row.

she found herself very interested as to how this man can consume that much beer without puking. billy must have been doing this type of thing for years.

the crowd counted along, herself including until billy was done by the count of 42 and the crowd erupted with glee and approbation.

he got up and let out a masculine yell of victory as all the beer he spit out began dripping down his chin and chest.

she found herself clapping along with others, only adding to his ego boost. the alcohol in her system, along with the cheers of those beside her, made this moment euphoric.

billy shoved a cigarette back in his mouth before walking back to where y/n was standing; slinging his arm around her shoulders and pressing her into his side as they went back into the completely packed house.

"that's how you do it, hawkins! that's how you do it." billy concluded while she was practically beaming beside him.

once inside, she followed billy through the crowd to toilet paper that was hanging from the ceiling. she laughed and grabbed some from above his head -- wiping some of the beer from his sleek chest, tempted to touch his tan skin.

"did you enjoy the show, angel?" billy beamed, leaning in so he could move a piece of hair away from her face. she did want to kiss him right then, but her nerves convinced her otherwise yet again.

"yes i did, congratulations on being the new kegking." she smiled, and wiped some beer off of the side of his mouth.

"king in the streets, and in the sheets, doll." he winked and grabbed her hand once more, leading her over to tommy, who was giving steve harrington and nancy major shit.

"we got ourselves a new keg king, harrington." tommy has now announced loudly followed by another boy making a snide comment at steve who had taken off his sunglasses and stared back at them angrily.

the tension between the two boys was overwhelming, so y/n opted to tug on his leather jacket and distract him. its clear that billy was imposing his new role as alpha male in hawkins onto steve, who used to run the town.

as nancy walked away from the scene, clearly annoyed, it was time for y/n to get billy's attention off of steve before a fight breaks out. that was the last thing she wanted.

and quite frankly she was already missing billy's attention and irreplaceable touch.

"billy, do you wanna go back outside with me?" she spoke and was desperate to get billy away from steve, someone would get seriously hurt over nothing, if she didn't.

he nodded, not once taking his eyes off of steve, backing up and wrapping his arm around her once again. and she could feel steve's gaze burning into her back, hateful and judgemental.

she grabbed two more cups of alcohol on their way out and made sure to find a spot away from the crowd, at a table with an ashtray so billy could smoke his cigarette.

she felt the drunken anger radiating from him. he needed to calm down, and she knew just the trick for that.

there were two chairs, but he instisted that she sit on his lap. he was asking her questions about her life, and what her religion entails. billy was genuinely curious about her.

"so, you really can't date unless their from your church?"

"yeah. it's stupid considering everyone there is hideous."

billy chuckled pulling her back against his chest. his other hand was sitting contently in the waistband of her skirt, and the tips of his fingers played with the hem of her panties.

this simple action was turning her on endlessly. billy, with his smug ass self, knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the change in her breathing indicates that fact.

as she finished the last of her drink, it was time to make a move. she was done acting like some nervous school-girl.

which she was, but that was entirely beside the point. she wanted billy to know that these feelings aren't one-sided; that she wanted him. it was time to act on those feelings.

"do you want to go back inside, angel?" billy asked, while his voice seemed to suddenly drop an octave, now sultry and low. did she want to go back inside? absolutely not.

she got off billy's lap, a look of disappointment crossing his features for a split second, before straddling him. his reaction was pure shock, his eyes widening before a grin etched itself across his handsome face.

she didn't give him time to say anything, instead she had leaned forward and captured his lips in a heated kiss. her first real kiss, full of fire, and it was breathtaking.

billy's cigarette was dropped on the ground, forgotten, as one hand came up to grip her waist, while the other laced itself into her hair, tugging her closer against him. she felt his hard-on, and could tell that his size wasn't small.

his tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, making her jolt. she obeyed nonetheless, opening her lips slightly and inviting his tongue into her mouth. the feeling was strange, but the best type of strange imaginable.

her hands were pressed flush against his chest, slipping underneath the leather jacket to rest on his stomach. the boy beneath her began to bite her lip, making her whine.

she has never been intimate with anyone and he was now taking over her senses. all she could feel, hear and taste is billy hargrove. was this all a dream? it certainly felt like it.

overwhelming her with the taste of his tongue, and the feeling of his hands groping her ass through the leather skirt. his hands were rough, calloused, and was enough to make her completely weakened.

billy then grinded her against his hard on, and the skirt let him get easy access to her dark red underwear. her hands flew up to clasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"we don't have to do this, alright?" he comforted, sensing that she was having second thoughts. but she wasn't. the pure bliss billy was supplying was something that she did not want to end anytime soon.

"i want this billy, i really do. please?" she whispered as her hands began to run up and down his chiseled chest.

billy's control slipped away in that moment - and then he picked her up while she giggled in his arms, before taking her to the secluded spot where his camaro was parked.

she laughed as billy fumbled with getting her in the back, closing the door behind him with his foot and set himself in between legs. y/n was nervous, she didn't have a damn clue what she was doing, but she felt safe with him.

he captured her lips again, taking control and shoving his tongue back in her mouth while his hands wandered up & down her untouched body, stopping at her exposed hips.

his touches were soft and tentative, careful not to cross a boundary and scare her away. billy knew that she has not been touched like this before and it only thrilled him more than he was before.

she leaned into his touch; and felt herself growing heavy adoration for the fact that he is being so gentle & patient with her.

billy leaned down to press kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, where he sucked at the sensitive skin. then, a surge of white heat flashed through her body, she arched her back against him and moaned loudly.

his hands slipped under her bra, before his fingers began to tentatively graze over her nipples. billy pinched them and tried to focus on her reaction to see what she liked. it was starting off sensual, he was being careful with her.

and when it earned him another moan, he knew. having a person touch her like this was foreign and intoxicating. its like all her morals were being thrown out the window, she would do anything as long as it meant that he kept going.

"do you like that, angel?" billy whispered in her ear, sliding her shirt off and un-clipping her bra. her breasts were out and showcased to him, a growl falling from his lips. she is stunning in his eyes, untouched and radiating purity.

she nodded, unable to find words and moaning as billy took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. she weaves her fingers through his blonde locks, bringing him closer.

the action was sending little jolts of electricity down y/n's entire body, her toes curling, as billy's tongue flicked over the hardened bud. her core was aching at this point and it was vital that billy touch her already before she bursts.

her hands wandered from his hair down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles, making him groan. one hand stayed on his abs, while the other ran over his clothed hard-on. it seemed to spur his movements on as he thrust his strong hips into her touch, making y/n grip his dick a little harder than before, which he seemed to enjoy.

billy suddenly released her nipple, growling, placing little kisses down the valley between her breasts. all of her life, she was taught to think that this is repulsive. when in fact it wasn't repulsive, this was amazing.

he stopped to bunch her leather skirt around her waist, and his fingers traced her folds through her panties. the moan that left her lips afterwards only served to make a raging hard-on form within' his tight jeans.

he moved her panties to the side feeling her stiffen. she is now exposed to someone for the first time, and could not read his mind. she had no clue what he thought about her and more specifically, her most private area.

"look at that pretty little pussy. you're so wet, angel." billy, who knew what his words were doing, slid a finger gently down her slit, parting her folds, and blowing cold air onto her sensitive clit.

she whined, arching into his touch, his name falling from her lips. all the times that she has touched herself, hasn't felt near as good as this did, and billy hasn't even started.

when he latched his lips around her clit, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, she almost screamed.

his tongue flicked quick circles around the tiny nub, then switched back to sucking gently, watching while her face contorted in pleasure. he groaned at the sight, sending a series of vibrations straight through her clit.

"oh! please don't stop, it feels so good." she whimpered as one of his thick fingers began to probe her entrance. it's a quite different sensation that she welcomed. bucking into his hand, the finger casually slipped inside her pussy.

she groaned at the feeling, having fingered herself before but with him, it was a completely different experience. he pushed inside of her until his finger was knuckle deep, he was sure to gage her reaction and make sure it didn't hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

"what a good girl," billy marveled huskily; watching the way her pussy stretched around his finger. she took his finger-fucking like a champ, and he was loving this.

his finger knew exactly what to do. rubbing right against her g-spot with slow strokes, curling upwards and feeling her inner walls contracting tightly.

"billy! right there," y/n gasped, moving her hips along with the increasing rhythm of his hand, he was hitting her spot with expert accuracy.

it wasn't going to take much for her to cum, especially with the sounds he was making. like, he gets more out out of this pleasurable experience than she does.

he began sucking on her nub harshly and the pace of his fingers became relentless, one large hand coming up too keep her squirming hips down on the seat.

he slowly added another finger, curling them both up into her spongy g-spot. billy was determined to give her a real and genuine orgasam, which would be her first one. in his mind, this was his way of staking a direct claim on her.

the speed of his fingers, and the feeling of his tongue working together in harmony made the coil snap and soon her legs were tightening around billy's head.

"fuck yes! oh my god, billy!" she cried out feeling that coil in the pit of her stomach snap, clenching around his thick digits violently, her legs trembling as the high she has just experienced made her feel exhausted.

"did that feel good, baby?" he whispered darkly -- coming back up to her face and slipping his tongue into the warm confines of her mouth so she could taste herself.

"that felt amazing. what about you? aren't we going to do it now?" she asked unashamedly, trying to reach for billys pants but he wouldn't allow her to touch him. y/n was the definition of confused. why didn't he want to fuck her?

"another night, okay? i just wanted to make you feel good tonight, doll. we don't need to rush anything." he cooed & she felt herself melting into the seat upon his kindness.

"are you sure?" she whispered - watching as billy put her underwear and leather skirt back into place. "i'm positive, angel. that's only if i can see you again, though?"

"of course you can see me again." she retorted, placing a little kiss upon his lips while he lit up a cigarette. "then it's settled. i don't want to take your virginity while you're still drunk." he comforted, pulling her into his broad embrace.

she sat with him for a little while listening to music and talking. she even tried to drag off his burning cigarette, but instead had a coughing fit, to which he chuckled at her and lightly teased her about.

"told you babe, it's harsh."

"oh shut up. you're harsh."

after he took her home, blasting metallica in the car, billy helped her to sneak back in her window, so she wouldn't fall and wake up her parents. before closing her window; she leaned over the ledge and gave him a sweet kiss.

he was going to go home & jerk off to the image of her orgasming in the backseat.

"i'll see you tomorrow, angel. sleep tight."

"goodnight, billy. don't forget to park down the road."

billy nodded, smirking and watching while she closed her window and light pink curtain.

even then - he didn't leave immediately. he just wanted to kiss her again. to feel her come apart underneath him. it's unusual for him to be so smitten. but y/n sent chills down his spine with her unparalleled beauty and kindness.

this girl is going to be the death of him, that much is for sure.

[concentratedsmartass-fics]

Say You Won’t Let Go

Summary: Natalie turns 21, and as is tradition, gets drunk. It’s Lucifer’s job to take care of her.

Warning: None

Words: 1571

Notes: For day 2 of @natanweek, Bar.

He had been dreading this day for the past three years, but he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. It was coming barreling towards him whether he liked it or not. He wasn’t allowed to ignore it, he had to participate. He had to be around her the whole time, watching her in the crowds, keeping her safe, already knowing that she wouldn’t be able to do it herself.

It was Natalie’s 21st birthday.

She insisted that she wasn’t going to get that drunk, just a couple drinks and then she’d go home. He believed that she believed that. He highly doubted that it would actually stop there; had a feeling that her friends were going to take her from bar to bar, club to club, and even when sober she agrees to those types of things so easily. 

“Luce, I can’t decide what to wear, you have to help me,” she calls from somewhere inside her closet.

“I don’t have to do anything, kid.”

“Should I do the red dress, or the yellow dress? Or maybe that one tank top with those shorts?” He knows for a fact that she has multiple tank tops and multiple shorts, yet somehow he knew what she meant. The low cut green tank top that matched her eyes, and the shorts that made her ass--No. He wasn’t going there, wasn’t thinking of her like that.

“Not the shorts,” and he winces slightly internally at the snap he can hear in his own voice. He quickly thinks of something to cover up his tone. “You always complain they’re too tight after a couple hours. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Ugh, yeah, fine. What about--ooh, this one. That black dress? You know, with the--” Yes, he knew. The dress with the lace top that dipped just a little too low between her breasts, the ruffled skirt ending halfway down her thigh. He hated loved hated that dress. He especially hated how others looked at her in that dress. “With the lace? Forget I even asked, I’m wearing it. You’re still coming tonight, right?”

Of course he was going tonight. He had to make sure no one touched her. For her own safety, he told himself, no other reason. “Why would I go to watch you get drunk?”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! We get to hang out with friends, and drink, and dance, and we’ll be home before you know it.”

“Whatever you say, kid.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Fine.” He could hear her little squeal coming from the bathroom as she put on her makeup, and he swore his heart didn’t flip at the noise.

~

The first bar was loud, and crowded, and he had to stand directly behind Natalie after he caught the third guy staring at her ass.

Natalie was, as he suspected, a lightweight. After her first drink, her cheeks were already flushed, and she kept shooting him bright smiles over her shoulder. His stupid heart didn’t flip. He wasn’t affected. He wasn’t.

After her second drink, she was much more... tactile than usual. She was leaning back against him, holding onto one of his arms with both of her hands, absentmindedly tracing the bands around his arm as she talked to her friends. It wasn’t long after that they decided to go to a club.

At the club, there were even more people. As it was later in the night, people were more drunk, and therefore more bold. A man ignored Lucifer’s presence and slid in beside Natalie about halfway through her third drink.

“Hey, sexy. What’re you drinking?” Somehow, the man managed to even smell like slime.

Drunk, and never one to be rude, Natalie beamed at him. “An, um, it’s a amaretto sour. It’s... It’s really really good. Like, so good.”

“Well, with a review like that, I have to get one. And another for you.” The man tried getting the attention of the bartender.

“Ohmygod that’s so nice. Isn’t that so nice, Luce?” She turned over her shoulder and smiled, and his stupid heart did another stupid flip. He made a soft noise, not agreeing, but not disagreeing yet either. Let the man spend his money. It wasn’t going further than that.

After the man got the drinks, he kept inching closer to Natalie, something she didn’t seem to notice at all. The man reached out, trying to rest a hand on her leg, but Lucifer decided that was enough. His hand darted out, catching the man’s wrist. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

The man finally looked up, locking eyes with Lucifer for the first time, and he froze. Maybe the man really hadn’t noticed him standing behind Nat, because his eyes were wide, and he quickly jerked back. “Y-yeah, ok, man.” He scurried off, which Lucifer almost hated, except it meant he wasn’t talking to his the girl anymore.

After her fourth drink, Natalie was very verbally affectionate.

“Heyheyhey, let’s... let’s dance. We should... we should dance.” Her words were slurred and her legs wobbled slightly on her heels, but she hung onto his arm, dragging him to the dance floor. She was... less than coordinated, but clearly having fun dancing. His heart warmed at the brightness on her face, at the way her arms jerked as she bounced slightly, trying to stay on the beat of the music.

He’d realized almost a year ago that he was in love with this human, and fought every day against it. He couldn’t let his heart warm, or flip, or do any of the other stupid things it liked to do when she smiled at him. Loving her would only lead to disaster; for her, for him, for possibly everyone involved. He wouldn’t be able to give her what she deserved in life. She would live less than 100 years, and he would go on existing without her. He couldn’t love her. And yet...

Natalie lasted all of one song before she noticeably flagged, and he pulled her to a table at the edge of the dance floor. She collapsed in a chair, and he sat beside her. After a moment, she moved to crawl into his lap. He knew he should throw her off, but his arms wrapped around her as she curled into his chest.

“Y’know... y’know how good y’are? You’re... you’re so good Luce. You make me happy.” He found himself grateful that his horns weren’t out, for they would surely give him away.

“I’m the devil, kid.”

“So? Tha’s jus... tha’s jus a job. You didn’t wanna. Is not fair. Wha’ happened. You deserve... so much. An’ you don’ get it. An’ you should.”

He grinned slightly. She sounded so angry (as angry as she could while drunk off her ass), all on his behalf. “I have everything I need.”

“Bu’.... bu’ whaddabou’ wha’ you want? Like... love? I love you. A whole bunch.” He swore he felt his heart stop, but she kept going. “Yer the bes’. The best. Got pretty fer you, y’know.”

His throat felt dry, and his arms tightened around her. “You’re drunk.”

“Wasn’ drunk when I foun’ the dress you like. Wanted... wanted t’ wear the shorts, bu’ you don’ like ‘em ousside.” She was mumbling now, half asleep. His mind raced, but landed on a final thought. Was he really that transparent? “Love you so much...”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, girl.”

“Do too,” she whined petulantly.

“C’mon. I need to get you home.”

~

The next morning she groaned at the table over her coffee. “Life sucks.”

“You’re a lightweight. This is what happens.”

“Luce, life sucks.”

He snorted, turning back to his book. He’d already gotten her tylenol and coffee. He’d offered to get breakfast, but she looked sick just thinking about it. She’d have to power through the rest on her own.

“Hey... Luce?” He grunted slightly in response. “Did I tell you I love you last night?”

He carefully didn’t react, turning the page in his book. “Among other things. You were drunk.”

“Ok, but... Being drunk doesn’t make me a liar. It just made me... tell the truth. Directly.”

His head snapped up, but she was still staring down at her coffee, her cheeks a light pink. “What are you saying,” he asked slowly.

“I’m saying I love you, Lucifer. More than...” She huffed, frustrated. “I like doing nice things for you. Your earrings get all yellow and it’s basically the best thing ever. That includes, like... wearing nice things sometimes. I like getting dressed up in stuff I know you like. I like making you happy. I love you. A lot.”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, staring at her. His mind raced with a million things, his brain yelling at him that this wasn’t good, that she was going to end up hurt, that this might mess with her chances of getting into heaven when she died. He tried to remind himself that she was definitely going to die, one way or another, because she was human. At the same time, he already knew he was doomed, already knew he couldn’t just let her go. When he finally did speak, all he said was, “I’m not kissing you until I know you’re done throwing up.”

And if his heart flipped at her smile, well. That was no one’s business but his.

Well. Maybe her’s now, too.

[spnjediavenger]

The Kevin Chronicles: Part 1

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, any of its characters, or the messages from kevin to sam (only the parts including ellie)

Spoilers: Season 6/7 spoilers?

Co-produced by @sarimapostumous

TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm implication at week 16, mentions blood

Warnings: light injury descriptions, finally some fluff!

Notes: Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! And much love to those who have liked and/or reposted!!! <3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, mini chapter 5.5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Elliana’s Journal, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Ellie’s note to the boys, Chapter 11

 The Kevin Chronicles: Part 1

             “What’s your name?”

           “Quit asking me that.”

           “You really expect me to call you ‘White Wolf’?”

           “No.”

           “Then what do I call you?”

           “Nothing.”

           “Are you always like this?”

           “Look, dude, I was called to save you and that’s it. We don’t need to be on a first name basis.”

           Kevin rolled his eyes and pocketed the key to the safe place the two hid the demon tablet. This is gonna be fun, he thought.

           Ellie groaned as her phone informed her she reached Sam’s voicemail. Again.

           Beep.

           “Sam, I need you to call me. I have the prophet; what am I supposed to do now?”

           Elliana hung up and put her phone away. She glanced at Kevin and muttered, “C’mon, let’s go.”

           Kevin took out his own phone and also tried dialing Sam.

           “Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. Some girl showed up and said you wanted her to save me. I don't know where we are. And I don't know if Crowley or – or any other demons or angels are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran.”

           Kevin sighed and also hung up.

           The two teens walked to the Camaro Ellie had taken from Bobby’s and drove to the motel she had checked into before going to get Kevin. Taking out the room key, Ellie led Kevin into the room and shut and locked the door quickly after. She turned and greeted Anaya excitedly, hugging the dog and giving her a kiss on the head.

           “Hey, sweetheart,” she cooed at her.

           “Can I know her name?” Kevin asked half sarcastically.

           Elliana threw him a glare but answered, “Anaya.”

           “Hey, Anaya,” he said with a smile, squatting to the husky’s level.

           Ellie scoffed as she stood to drop her bag on her bed. “Don’t expect a warm welcome from her; she’s cautious with everyone but me and-“ She stopped when she turned around and saw Anaya laying across Kevin’s lap on the floor. Ellie’s jaw dropped. Anaya hadn’t done that right away with anyone except Sam…

           “Seems friendly,” Kevin commented, still smiling.

           Elliana hated the smile she had to push back. He’s no one. I don’t do friendships anymore. Don’t feel, she thought.

           Ellie just turned back around and unpacked her things from earlier and sorted them out again.

 ~                                 ~                                 ~                                 ~                                 ~

 1 Week

             “Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man.”

 “Sam, seriously, what’s going on? I tried you days ago telling you Dean and Cas are in purgatory. No response from that? And what am I supposed to do with the prophet? Call me back.”

 “You know, it’s been one week; you don’t need to keep referring to me as ‘the prophet’.” Kevin told Elliana.

“I’m here to protect you, not make a connection. Sentimentality is dangerous,” Ellie explained monotonously.

Kevin raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. “Ok, White Wolf.”

A small, frustrated sigh escaped Ellie’s lips and Kevin allowed a little victorious smile when she wasn’t looking.

“So, protection. Teach me the basics of hunting then.”

“Why?”

“…Protection. So I can defend myself if I need to.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“Fine; so I’m not just sitting around doing nothing.”

Another sigh. “Fine.” Ellie tossed a knife towards Kevin, who jumped out of the way.

“What the-“

“Reflexes. That’s the first thing. I tossed it sideways, not threw it at you. Easy to catch. Pay attention to body language, be prepared for anything,” she explained.

Kevin’s face dropped to one of slight understanding as he nodded and picked the blade up and listened for more.

  3 Weeks

 “Sam, I’m gonna whoop your ass if you don’t call us soon. I’m teaching the prophet how to hunt to fill the time while waiting for you to respond.”

 “Like this?”

Ellie allowed a half-smile. “Not bad, prophet.”

“You don-“ Kevin stopped himself at Elliana’s smirk, chuckling himself as he turned back to the devil’s trap he just drew.

  5 Weeks

 “SAM! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!”

 “Just tell me your name!”

“Why?”

“I’m not gonna keep calling you White Wolf.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it’s ridiculous.”

Elliana’s eyes widened a bit as she turned and gave Kevin a half-hearted kick to the abdomen. Not hard enough to damage anything, but enough to cause some pain.

“Ow! What was-“

“My guardian gave me that nickname,” Ellie said sternly and continued to walk to the car, Anaya on her heels.

  8 Weeks

             “Sam, it’s Kevin. I’m… whoo! I’m so good!”

             Ellie giggled at a drunk Kevin as he left Sam another message. It had been a couple months since his last.

           The phone dropped from his hand and Ellie caught it, but fell over when Kevin collapsed on her, giggling like a little boy. Suppressing a groan, Elliana put one of his arms around her neck, and one of hers around his middle and hauled them both up.

           The two had gone to a local bar after arriving to another state to hustle some pool. Since making Kevin a fake I.D., he decided to get a drink. And then another. And another one after that. The prophet was a little less of a lightweight than Ellie expected, but a lightweight nonetheless.

           And it turns out he’s the cute, giggly type of drunk, too.

  10 Weeks

             “Seriously, can you just tell me your name? It’s been two and a half months.”

           “Just drop it, Kevin,” Ellie chuckled.

           “Wait, wait, wait – you just called me ‘Kevin’ instead of ‘prophet’,” he pointed out.

           “Let’s just get back to the motel. I need to rinse all this shapeshifter goo off.”

           Kevin smiled and followed her and Anaya to the car.

  Week 11

             “No!!”

           “Let her go!” Kevin yelled, throwing his lighter into a grave, setting the ghost’s bones on fire that currently held Elliana to a tree.

           The spirit burst into flames and Ellie fell to the ground. Kevin knelt down as she tried to catch her breath.

           “Are, uh… are you alright?”

           “Elliana,” she breathed.

           “What?”

           “My name. My name is Elliana.”

           It took Kevin a moment to register what she was saying until a full smile made its way onto his face, then turned into a slightly shy one. “That’s a beautiful name.”

           Now it was Ellie’s turn for a shy smile.

  12 Weeks

             “Samuel Winchester, if you don’t call within 24 hours, you better hope you don’t see me again.”

             “Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. [Clears throat] Uh, if you're still alive, eat me.”

             “Eat me!”

             Elliana and Kevin lay side-by-side on the Camaro’s hood looking up at the stars, shoulders almost touching.

           “And after that happened, Sam and Dean took me out for a fun day,” Ellie smiled fondly at the memory. Her smile faded as she continued, “and then Sam said yes to Lucifer, went to the cage, Dean left, Sam came back soulless, I almost got assaulted by the same vamp as before because of him, and I left to go on my own again.”

           At this point, Kevin had turned his head to look at Ellie as she talked. “I’m sorry all that happened to you,” he said with sincerity. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

           Ellie chuckled a little darkly. “Kevin, you were at the top of your high school game, got struck by lightening, kidnapped, almost eaten, and kidnapped again,” she said, sad smile on her lips, still looking at the sky. “You know at least a little of what it’s like.”

           “Yeah, but someone good came out of it all.”

           Ellie turned her head and their faces were just centimeters apart. Their eyes slowly shut as they leaned in when Anaya jumped up with them and licked Kevin’s face.

           “Bleh! Anaya!” he said, jerking up to wipe his face off as Elliana laughed harder than she had in a long time.

           “Yeah, ha-ha,” Kevin rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. He was at least happy to see Elliana not as stone-faced as she was when they met. They were really warming up to each other.

  16 Weeks

             “Sam, please call me. [Sniffs] Look, right now I don’t care that you haven’t responded but please [cries]. Kevin is gone – I think someone took him and I haven’t been able to find him. It’s been a week. My nightmares are coming back. I miss you, Dean, and Cas. And I’m-…I’m not doing well, Sam. Please [whimpers].”

             Ellie dropped her phone on the bathroom floor and looked down at her bloody wrist, her teardrops making it sting. A sob shook her body as everything kept hitting her and her mind wouldn’t give her a break.

           Anaya whined on the other side of the door and scratched at it again before lying down with a whimper. She always knew what was going on with Ellie and knew when she was hurting. Emotionally and physically.

  17 Weeks

             “Kevin!” Elliana called out. She ran over and threw her arms around the prophet’s neck, retracting quickly when he groaned in pain. “Are you ok? What happened? Where were you?! Come on, let’s get you to the motel and clean you up.”

             To be honest, Elliana wasn’t really listening to Kevin when he explained what happened. She was just glad he was returned and alive.

           He had bruised ribs, a gash on the front of his shoulder, and overall just looked like a wreck. After cleaning up the smaller cuts, she poured some alcohol on Kevin’s shoulder, eliciting a short, but sharp yell from him.

           “Sorry,” she said. She took his hand in hers, making them both blush a little, and got the suture out to stitch him up. “Just, uh…pick something to focus on. This is gonna hurt.”

           Kevin focused on Ellie, his eyes running over her facial features as she put the stitches in; and he clutched her hand a little hard each time the needle went in. He looked at the deep brown of her eyes, the way she lightly bit her pink lips as she concentrated on what she was doing, and her hands, gentle as they worked, so she didn’t cause him any more pain than she had to.

           “There,” Ellie said, taking her gloves off and throwing things away. “Finished.”

           She looked up to see Kevin looking into her eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

           “Thanks,” he whispered.

           A moment of comfortable silence followed.

           Ellie looked down as she played with her hands. “I was afraid you were dead,” she whispered. She now raised her eyes to look at him again. “I thought you were dead,” she repeated, tears in her eyes. Kevin gently wiped away a stray one that slid down her cheek.

           “I’m back now.”

           Elliana nodded and leaned forward a little. She looked from Kevin’s lips back to his eyes, silently asking permission. He answered by closing the gap between them, initiating a sweet kiss filled with emotion. Of longing.

           Anaya didn’t interrupt this time; only wagged her tail from her spot on the floor.

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12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1371

Version en Español – PREVIOUS EPISODE

Dean was speechless. He had no words. He couldn’t figure out how he was even feeling. He just stared at you as his mind short-circuited.

“I know,” you mumbled, glancing away and rubbing at the back of your neck. “That’s how I felt when I found out too.”

“How, how, how, how long? I mean, how long have you known? Obviously, I know how long—” he motioned to the space between you two. “I just…”

“Three days ago.”

He blew out a long breath and threaded his fingers behind his head, taking a few steps away and looking up at the ceiling.

“I know, Dean. Trust me, I know. This is a lot, it’s bad timing, it’s… nothing either of us thought would ever happen. I’ve spent the last three days going through every option, every course of action… I’ve done research and I just—I nearly didn’t tell you because of everything with Cas and Kelly and Lucifer and…”

At that, he looked at you again with wide eyes. “You nearly didn’t tell me? How were you planning on going about that?”

You just shrugged tensely. “There are options. Like I said, I’ve considered every possibility. But even with everything going on and everything else you’re dealing with, I couldn’t make a decision without you. You deserve to know.”

Sinking down onto the bed, Dean covered his face with his arm. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“That’s what got us into this situation in the first place.”

Your joke lightened the mood momentarily, and Dean cracked a brief smile. Of course, in the next second, his smile disappeared as he resumed thinking about the bombshell you’d just dropped on him.

His musing was interrupted by Sam knocking on the door and slowly opening it. “Hey guys. I just got a call from Alicia. Banes.”

“Like Max and Alicia?” Dean asked, trying to rewire his brain away from your news.

“Yeah. She’s worried about their mom. Max didn’t seem too worried, but Alicia really was torn up. I said we’d head out and be backup in case they need it.”

Dean’s eyes shifted over to where you were leaning against his desk. You offered a half smile and shrugged. This really couldn’t have been worse timing. Dean needed a solid twelve hours and an entire liquor store to process everything that life was throwing at him right now. “Look, man, I don’t think this is the best time. I mean, Max and Alicia are good. I’m sure they don’t need us.”

“They wouldn’t have called if they didn’t,” you tossed in softly.

“Dean. Their mom’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a week.”

Sam’s words brought back memories of over a decade prior when Dean had yanked Sam back into the hunting life. He gave in. “All right. Let’s go.”

“You guys go ahead. I think two’s enough for backup on this one.”

Both brothers turned to look at you. Sam spoke first. “Really? You’re sitting a hunt out? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess… I guess everything with Kelly and Daegon and Cas in the park took something out of me. I’ll just need a few days to rest and I’ll be good as new. But call if you need me to help with anything from here.”

That seemed to appease the younger Winchester and he headed out to go pack. Shrugging off the desk, you walked over to the door, pausing before you left his room.

“Dean,” You said, turning to him. “I’ve had a few days to get used to this. You head out and take your time. Wrap your head around it. We’ll, uh, we’ll talk when you get back.”

He nodded shallowly and watched you walk away. Before he started packing, he pulled out his phone and called his mom. She didn’t answer, as usual, so he left another message explaining about Max and Alicia and asking her to call back. But your words rang in his head, and he figured asking for some motherly advice couldn’t hurt, even if she wasn’t the normal mother.

“Um… and even if you can’t swing by, can you call me back? Just some stuff going down that’s… kind of got me spun out. Be good to talk to you.”

How many times had he checked his phone? Dean didn’t know. Was he hoping that you would call, or his mom would call? Once again, Dean didn’t know. Why was he looking at his phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes?

Who knew?

“Expecting a call?” Tasha asked, taking a seat next to Dean.

“Oh.” No missed calls or messages. You were giving him space, and Mary… well who knew what Mary was doing? “Guess not.”

Max and Alicia’s sibling banter drew his attention. They were really some great people. “You know, I gotta say, you did a bang up job with those two.”

Raising a kid. Shit. What a terrifying thought.

Tasha scoffed. “You must be drunk.”

“Off of wine?” Dean’s chuckle died slowly. You got drunk off of wine. That was your go-to. God, you were such a light weight. Barely two glasses in and you were tipsy and handsy. Horny and a lightweight. Dean should have known from the very first night that you would be his downfall.

“Yeah, I did the best I could for Max and Alicia.”

“No,” he rushed to say, knowing she was just being humble. She did so much more than just the best she could. Someone who could raise two kids like Max and Alicia deserved to brag a little.

What kind of a father would Dean be?

“I got lucky.”

“I see how you are with them, all right? It’s good. You know, they’re—they’re happy.”

“Alicia said you grew up in the life.”

“Yeah.” And what a shitty childhood that was. “Yeah, my dad raised me and Sam to hunt.”

“And your mother?”

The mother that died when he was four? The mother who wouldn’t return his phone calls now? “That’s complicated.”

God, he didn’t have good parental role models. There was no way he would ever be able to be a good father. All he knew was hunting. That wasn’t the kind of life he wanted any kids to grow up in. Having his own kids never crossed his mind, but it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice now.

“Yeah,” Tasha chuckled. “Family’s always complicated. Parents always seem smart and strong and perfect. It’s only when you grow up that you realize that they’re just people.”

And with that, Tasha left Dean to his own thoughts. Parents. It wasn’t just him. You were going through this same thing. You were going to be the mother of his child. His friend that he was always slightly in love with. The friend that would sometimes hookup with him on drunken nights. The friend that had seen him at his worst.

You were going to be a parent. With Dean.

How the hell was this going to work?

“Wh-what’s going on?”

Sam and Dean came barreling into the Bunker, startling you from where you were curled up on a couch in the library with a lore book.

“Mom’s in trouble,” Sam said shortly before disappearing down the hallway.

Dean looked after his brother before heading towards you and kneeling in front of the couch. “I’ll explain about mom in the car. And I promise we’ll have that talk the first chance we get. But until then, you’ve gotta be careful okay? More than usual.”

Your forehead creased. “Yeah, Dean. I know. Obviously, it’s not just me anymore—”

“Damn right it isn’t, sweetheart. It’s the three of us. You, me, and our baby. And until that little one pops, you’ve gotta be careful with yourself. We need all the help we can get right now, I feel like, so you’ve gotta come with us. But be careful, okay?”

Wide eyed and seeming unsure of what just happened, you nodded. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Great,” he grabbed your head and pressed his lips to your forehead for a long second before standing up. “Now get a move on. We’ve gotta hit the road.”

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Seven Crimes and Punishments- Living Together: Father and Daughter

Chapter 7

Father and Daughter

The sky was getting dark, turning into a nice shade of gray and the keyhole shaped sun was going behind the trees, indicating that it's sundown, just then a yellow speck of light appeared in the sky and started to fly down to the flat's doorstep, the speck then formed into Lucifer with a cardboard box filled with food. The demon placed the food on the patio ground and starts ringing the doorbell, the person who answered the door was Behemo, holding a riding crop.

"Hello, little Marie." Behemo teased.

"I'm not little, Barisol! And it's Lucifer now!" He...or she stomped on the patio. "Look, Held wants you back a half-hour ago."

"It's that late?" Behemo looks at the clock on the wall and saw that it was a quarter to Six in the evening. "Oh my, I didn't realized that I've been here that long."

"What are you doing in here anyways?" She looks inside.

"Oh just giving the trouble maker from earlier what for." He said wiggling his eyebrows. He then heard footsteps coming down from the attic, the demon looked and saw that it was Gallerian without his cloak and Kayo, finally finished with punishing the Duke. "...Please don't tell Held what I did here." Behemo said to the demon with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Oooooook? Anyways I got the food the sinners wanted as a make-up from this afternoon." She picks up the box.

"Oh right, that gluttonous animal was whining about it."

"I heard that, you drag queen!" Banica yelled.

"Is that Lucifer?" Allen said at the door.

"Yes, "HE" brought supper."

"Thank you." Allen takes the box, he then saw Lucifer stick her hand out.

"I believe payment is an order?" Lucifer said while brushing her fore and middle finger together up and down against her thumb.

"Nemesis, get the money." Nemesis went up stairs, possibly to the men's room.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gallerian yelled out but was held back by Margarita and Riliane. "YOU GUYS ARE FASCISTS! UGLY, STUPID, RUDE, FASCISTS! FASCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTS!"

Soon enough, Nemesis came down from upstairs with the money in toll. "Here you go." Nemesis gave the money to Lucifer, the demon counted the money and found that she dug 300 evs from Gallerian's safe.

"That would do, come Behemo." She flew out.

"Well everyone, I bid thee farewell, pleasure making acquaintances with you all." He left.

"You fascists bitches!" Gallerian was on his knees as he whined after having his money spirited away.

"Ahhh shut up, Old man." Riliane told off the Judge with irritation in her voice. "You have more money than what you need to do with it."

"I need it for Michelle."

"I thought it was our vessels." Margarita squeaked.

"That too."

"Pfft, Greedy bastard." Nemesis sneered as she rolled her eyes.

"Ok ok enough said, your all hungry and cranky so let's untie the Duke and eat to our hearts content." Allen said while bringing the box to the dining room, Gallerian got up and went with Kayo to the attic to untie him, Sateriasis was tide in a hogtie position while hang from the ceiling in the attic with red rope, he seemed to have received many slaps to the face and a pair of eastern scissors lodged into the right side of his head. Kayo proceeded to untie the rope from the ceiling, causing Sateriasis to fall to the floor.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh." He groaned.

"Learned your lesson yet?" Gallerian said.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright." He untied the rope on the Duke's back, he then tried to stand up. "Stand up like a normal person." He did, "Come on you it's supper time."

"Oh food's here?" He asked tilting his head with half-lidded eyes.

"Yes?"

"Oh joy." His face looked dreamy, even his voice sounded dreamy.

~Downstairs, Dining Room~

Allen set out the plates on the table and started to open the box, it contained food from Mukoku: white rice, pork, sweet and sour chicken, chow mein noodles, shrimp egg rolls, little fortune cookies, steamed vegetables, and a bottle of Jakokunese Sake, it smelled delicious.

"Ooooh that looks good." Riliane said as she brought a pitcher of water, she then saw Banica who was eyeing on the food Lucifer brought over. "Down woman."

"Awww." Banica pouted, soon enough the others arrived and sat at the table, Nemesis and Gallerian fought over a chair.

"HEY!" Allen slapped his hands together at them, forcing one of them to sit in another chair next to Margarita, Allen also took notice in Sateriasis's dazed expression, "What's wrong with him?"

"I think me, Gallerian, and Behemo made him into a Masochist." Kayo said.

"Why does that not surprise me?" Riliane rolled her eyes.

"What's a masochist?" Margarita asked as she passed the rice to Nemesis.

"Not at the dinner table." Nemesis said. "I'll tell you later though." Once she passed the food to Kayo, Nemesis started snapping her fingers at him, nothing happened, then Kayo pulled her scissors out of his head thus bringing out of the daze.

"What just happened?" Sateriasis asked, he seemed to be back to normal.

"You looked like you we're in a daze." Banica said as she got some pork on her noodles.

"Well that's new."

"I'm sitting right here about to lose my appetite." Gallerian said as he broke his chop sticks apart, he started to sound sluggish.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell then let's not just sit here with our tummies rumbling, everybody dig in." Margarita said.

"Oh don't mind if I do, Marchioness." Banica grabs the chop sticks.

"AFTER...we say grace." Allen said. "I thought we can try clearing our minds a bit since you want to be with your loved ones in the heavenly yard, now everyone hold hands." Talk about awkward, but since they're hungry they have no choice, they took each other's hands and closed their eyes. "Dear Levia, we give our thanks and ask for your blessings for the meal we're about to partake in, Amen."

"Amen."

"NOM NOM NOM!" Banica then processed to stuff her face in chicken and rice.

"Have some manners lady geez." Riliane said in disgust as she is about to grab a sake bottle.

"Don't drink that." Kayo said as she snatched it away. "It's rice wine, your too young for it."

"But I was old one time, plus were all spirits now."

"I'm sorry your majesty, but you're still underage here, and drinking at such a young age is something I won't allow." Unaware that Gallerian sneaked the bottle, poured himself a glass of sake, and gulped it down.

"Thank you Kayo." Allen said.

"You know Kayo, I never give my underage harem alcohol until they're eighteen." Sateriasis said.

"Disgusting, yet responsible." Margarita replied.

"*Hic* I-I-I don't see da problem here." Gallerian slurred as he took another gulp before pouring himself another glass. "This sssake is not at all bad *hic*." His face was all flushed.

"Hey! Dad! Stop! Don't drink that!" Nemesis tried taking the bottle, but he snatch it.

"You c-c-can't hafe it! *hic* yer only *hic* a minor!" Gallerian slurred again as Banica sneakily poured some into her glass from his hand.

"I'm physically nineteen here, dumb-ass, we're not in Levianta."

"How did you get drunk that fast? you only took two small glasses?" Sateriasis exclaimed in surprise.

"He's a lightweight drinker, I know it and he knows it, he never goes to drinking socials as a result. I don't even understand why he would choose this time to drink now?" Nemesis said, eating chow mein.

"*Hic* Because *hic* because *hic* because I'm the king of Marlon, that's why *hic*." He took another gulp, unaware that the glass is empty.

"No you aren't." Margarita said, holding her giggles.

"Yes I am! I g-got blue hair! *hic* It's a royal birthright! *hic* Sh-sh-show respect for da king!" He belches, Margarita waves her hand in front of her nose to brush the smell of his breath away.

"That's it." Nemesis got out of her seat and went to where her father is. "Come on Dummy, your laying down until you sober up." Nemesis dragged him out of his chair by the collar of his shirt.

"Eh!?" He exclaimed as he was dragged out of the room.

"Aww, but he was hilarious." Sateriasis sighed.

"Totally. *hic*" Banica said with a flushed face while holding the now empty sake bottle, "And Galley was right, this sake is delicious!...hurk." Just then Banica stood up..."BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!" Banica let out a huge burp that even cracked the empty sake bottle she was holding. "Excuse me *Hic*." She left everyone completely stunned by her loud belch.

~One hour later, In the Living Room~

Gallerian was laying on the couch next to Nemesis while wearing an ice pack on his head, he has just sobered up from the sake he consumed.

"Uuuuuugh, my head." He groaned. "I'm never drinking again."

"Serves you right, you light weight." Nemesis said while reading a book. "Can you remember?"

"I got to the table...Sateriasis became a masochist...I started eating...I saw sake...and that's it."

She patted his head. "Close enough."

"Whatev-...Uh...Ne-Nemesis, bucket! Hurk! Now!" Nemesis put her book face down so she won't lose her place, grabbed a bucket, and gave it to her Father, Gallerian ran to another room and did his business there. "BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!" After a minute or two, Gallerian sluggishly came back through the door, Nemesis cringed from what she heard as Gallerian laid back down, "Do you have a mint?"

"No, get it yourself, I'm reading." She continued reading, unaware of her father glaring, he kicked her book out of her hand, losing her place that she's reading. Enraged by this outcome, she tackled her father and the two started brawling again, Allen happened to have stood by the door for a bit now.

"Ugh, I swear to Levia these two are gonna make me wish I was under the guillotine right now." Allen groaned in frustration while rubbing his eyes with his fingers, as if having a headache. "How can I stop them?"

"Watch this." Riliane said, she walked in and yelled: "HEY! STOP THIS TOMFOOLERY OR I'LL HAVE YOU BOTH BEHEADED!" In a loud, deep, masculine voice, it scared the two silent, they sat back on the couch as quick as a flash.

"Thanks, Sister."

"No problem."

"Look you two, I'm getting very annoyed by you two bickering like a pair of siblings."

"SHE/HE STARTED IT!" They pointed at each other.

"SHUT UP! I have had it with you two acting like this everyday 24/7 so you left no choice but to use "this" method until you two learn how to get along."

"Oh, and what's that boy?" Gallerian sneered.

click

"EH!?" in a blink of an eye, Allen used a pair of long handcuffs on them and cuffed Nemesis's right hand with Gallerian's left.

"Starting now, you two are gonna wear these cuffs until you guys learn how to love each other like a real father and daughter should! NOW STAY THAT WAY!" Allen stormed off up stairs, they can hear the door slam shut. The two were silent over what just occurred.

"...It's gonna be awkward to use the restroom eh?" Riliane said, popping from behind the couch.

"Your not helping kid." Nemesis said pulling her chains.

"This is just great, I'm stuck with a fascist hussy." Gallerian said as he pulled back.

"I was eradicating hell, you judicial mutt!" She pulled back.

"By blowing up the world? Oh how heroic." He sarcastically replied and pulled.

"I was stuck with Be-Beelzebub wh-who annoyed the heck outta me *hic* how d-do you think I feel? *hic*" Banica slurred.

"No one asked you." Nemesis sneered, Banica raspberries her. "Ugh! This is too much for me, I'm going outside." She walked up to the door, but stopped when she felt a tugged, her Father was still sitting down. "Oh right.' She tried pulling him but he wouldn't budge. "DAAAAD!"

"I'm not going anywhere." They began tugging on the chain.

"I wanna walk!" She pulled.

"And I wanna lay here!" He pulled back.

"I don't think the chain thing is working out at all." Margarita said while the two bicker.

"Me too." Kayo said as she watches them.

"Hey look, Michelle!" Nemesis said pointing.

"Michelle!?" He exclaimed excitedly but was then pulled to the ground.

"I win."

"You cheated!"

"Don't care, I'm walking." She began to drag him the handcuff outside.

"You're right, this isn't working out." Kayo said.

~Later, outside the flat~

Nemesis was taking a walk outside the flat with Gallerian getting dragged from behind, the sky is already popping stars above them despite being in a box, and the keyhole in the sky is now colored white. Nemesis was then held back. "Hm? Huh?" Gallerian was laying face down on the ground, much to her surprise.

"Nemesis, we've been out for a half-hour, and my feet are getting tired." He whined while laying down.

"I'm getting fresh air, isn't that the Elphegortian dream?"

"NemesiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!" He growled.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine." She lightly kicked him to get up. "Stupid bastard ruining my evening walk."

"WHAT!?"

"Did I stutter? You heard what I said."

"Whatever."

~In the bedroom~

Nemesis sighed irritably while sitting next to Gallerian's bed. Gallerian was laying on his bed counting the money he was able to save, normally this was to make him smile but now he just wasn't in the spirit, he put his money away the safe and laid down on his side. Nemesis who had been sitting next to him took notice.

"You haven't even finished counting your money." For once, she sounded concerned despite her father's avarice.

"I just don't feel like it now." He sighed.

"That's new, normally you keep yourself occupied through money."

"I know, but i'm just...in a bad mood..."

"Bad mood? Is it because of what happened today at that Academy?" She asked him. Gallerian didn't say a thing, but instead began shivering. After a long silence, he got up and began walking out of the room. "What are you doing?" She was then tugged from the handcuffs that binds them.

"There's three cartons of Ice Cream and a bottle of Yatski Lopera wine I saw earlier." He pulls her up by the arm.

"Oof! Don't drink Dad, you're a lightweight."

"I don't care." He goes out of the room with Nemesis being dragged behind.

~45 minutes later~

Gallerian was knocked out, snoring loudly, and hugging the now empty bowl of ice cream with a spoon in hand, there was some residue of wine in the bowl, indicating that he has poured wine into the bowl of ice cream, sitting on the table are three half empty cartons of Ice Cream consisting of Mint Chocolate, Strawberry, and Rocky Road. His face was flushed from the alcohol and the area around his lips was covered in Ice cream. Nemesis was just sitting there, bored, and her face slightly red, possibly from drinking the wine her Father consumed. Just then, Riliane walked by and found the two sinners like this, she was stunned by the state Gallerian was in.

"Don't ask, this is what I'm currently dealing with at the moment." Nemesis said, Riliane quietly nodded and walked out of the room backwards, Nemesis sighed as she looked at the half empty bottle of Yatski Lopera wine. She drank straight from the bottle and shivered due to it's strong flavor of both the sweetness from the Trauben Fruit and the bitterness of the alcohol.

but then felt like the wine has taken a toll on her. She slapped the back of her Father's head. "Dad!"

"Huh?" Gallerian sluggishly got up.

"I'm going to the bathroom, now come on!" She pulled him up and dragged him out with her, but before Gallerian grabbed a carton of Rocky Road Ice Cream.

~Upstairs~

Gallerian was sitting on the floor in front of the door, still eating the Rocky Road he grabbed earlier.

"H-h-h-how long d-does it take for you to use the restwooom? NOM." He slurred.

"I'll be out in a minute!"

"Are y-you on your p-period again?"

"Shut up!"

"I'm jus' asking NOM." Soon enough Nemesis opened the door, causing Gallerian to fall backwards. "OOF!"

"Heh heh heh." She walks over him and drags him, leaving the Rocky Road behind.

"My Rocky Roooooooad." He pathetically groaned.

~Back in the Living Room~

"Three letter word! guess what I am!" Margarita said as she starts making weird poses.

"Ummm a rat!" Kayo said.

"A dinosaur! ow." Banica exclaimed, she seemed to have suffered a hangover from the sake.

"That's eight letters, it doesn't count." Sateriasis said. "A cat? is it a cat?"

"A dog!." Riliane said, Margarita pointed at the princess while touching her own nose, indicating that she won a point. "I'm good at charades." Riliane said with pride.

"My turn, Nemesis said." She got up, but she couldn't move with Gallerian sitting down eating a carton of Mint Chocolate ice cream and drinking more wine. "Get your ass up! I can't play if you sit."

"Do not want."

"Fine." She stood there next to Gallerian. "Ok, six letter word." She does her poses.

"A-a-re yer stupid? th-th-that has six letters." Gallerian snorted, but then let out a high-pitched squeal when Nemesis kicked his "little friend" hard, falling to the ground as a result.

"Ooooooh, that's gonna hurt." Banica said.

"Karma for today." Sateriasis sassed.

"Now you ruined it Dad, I'm ou-OOF...Dammit, keep forgetting about the cuffs." She watched as her dad recovers from the blow and tries standing up, he was having a hard time standing straight due to the alcohol.

"Like I said before: the handcuffs was not a good idea, it just makes it worse for the both of you." Margarita said. "I don't see how it supposed to make you bond if you two don't want to see eye to eye."

"Maybe I'll get that little brat to talk." Sateriasis suggested.

"Nooo no you've done enough trouble for one day Sati, it's my turn now." Riliane said standing. "Besides he's my brother, I'll get him." She marched upstairs.

"Good because Dad's being a whiny butthead doing nothing but whining, sleeping, drinking, and eating his feelings non-stop for the past hour, He even can't count his money." Nemesis said while lightly kicking her father's father's shin.

"Stop it." He moved away, but then he covered his mouth, indicating that he's gonna vomit again. "HURK!" He stumbled out of the room with Nemesis close behind.

"Oh god no no no no no NO NOOO!" Nemesis started to panic as she doesn't want to see her father vomit.

"BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!"

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"

"Oh heavens." Sateriasis said in both disgust and concern, the other sinners sat there extremely worried. Gallerian and Nemesis then returned to the living room, with Gallerian still feeling sick while Nemesis had a look of horror on her face, Gallerian sat on the couch. Banica gave him a bottle of water and he took it willingly.

"Are you ok, Gallerian-San?" Kayo asked as she stitched someone's pants.

"...Am I ok?" His speech seems to have straightened up a little. "No, I am not ok. Me and the word "ok" had parted ways a long time ago, Sudou. I am in a bloody state of misery."

"Well that doesn't seem like the Gallerian we know." Gallerian then had let out a sigh, it had shown signs of irritation. Soon enough, he snapped.

"HE'S DEAD THAT'S WHY!" Gallerian yelled suddenly throwing a bottle of water at her.

"Whoa!" She dodged.

"Gallerian!" Margarita yelled at him irritably."

"SHUT IT, BLANKENHEIM! HE'S ****ING DEAD! HE'S BEEN BURNED TO DEATH IN HIS ****ING SLEEP!"

"Do you kissed your mother with that mouth?" Sateriasis said in disgust over the use of a filthy curse word and how he's acting around the girls.

"Yeah, Galley! And you should be ashamed of yourself acting this way in front of these two."

"HA! EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, MS. "CANNIBALIZE-YOUR-BOYFRIEND"!" Now he's gone too far.

"How dare you menti-" Banica was gonna say something but was stopped by Sateriasis, he was shaking his head at her to not start with him.

"Forget it, dear. It's the alcohol talking." Sateriasis said. Just then Riliane arrived down stairs.

"Well? What did Allen say?" Nemesis asked, finally having enough of her Father's drunken rage.

"Iiiiiiii couldn't get him to talk." Riliane said, sheepishly."

"Why?" Kayo asked.

"He's not in his room, he's not even home."

Hearing this, it was the last straw for Nemesis, she clenched her fist and yelled: "THAT'S JUST GREAT! NOW THE KID LEFT US BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING A PRICK, DAD!"

"ME? YOU'RE THE WITCH WHO KILLED MY WIFE AND HANDICAPPED MY DAUGHTER!"

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT!?"

"WHY DON'T YOU BOTH SHUT UP!" Riliane yelled. "Your senseless bickering is what drove my brother off, you stupid idiots! Now come here!" She then grabbed the two by the ears and starts dragging them off into the closet.

"Owowowowowowowowowowow!" They both exclaimed.

Riliane threw them in the closet and locked the door, "You may come out when you two learn to shut your big mouths!" She looked at the other four. "You wanna join them?" they shook their heads in fear and left.

~In the Closet~

They're sitting on the floor in the closet. "Now this is just perfect! Allen's gone, Riliane's tormenting us, and now I'm stuck with a bastard like you!"

"Would you shut up?"

"What about you?" The two began strangling each other's throats in an attempt to choke the other to death, however it was not meant to be, for they slowly began to stop upon realizing that they're just spirits in the afterlife, so killing each other is now off limits to them. They let go of each other and began taking in some air, they turned around and sat back to back from one another. "Ass hat." Nemesis sighed in irritation.

"Bitch." Gallerian followed the same suit. They stayed silent, not looking at each other in the eye.

~One Hour Later~

Nemesis was beginning to feel tired, she kept trying to keep her eyes open until she finally nodded off to sleep, after a long while however..."Uuuuuuugh, my heaaad." She woke back up when she heard her father groaning, Nemesis looked back and saw Gallerian rubbing his temples with his fingers, his hangover has now taken it's toll on him. After a few minutes of him groaning, she finally spoke.

"You've been acting weird today ever since we got back from Capriccio Academy, binge eating and drinking, oversleeping, lashing out, and you stopped counting your money. Is something troubling you?" She asked.

Gallerian hanged his head low before answering "...Yes."

"Oh?"

"But I don't wanna talk about it."

"Dad, just tell me."

"Fine...*sighs* it's your Mother."

"All that over her?" She said.

"Yeah, for years we've worked together as partners of the courthouse, and later in search of the vessels of sins. Usually we fought physically and verbally but nevertheless she was one of the only friends I have...I loved her, though I had considered her as just a friend despite her pleas of wanting to settle down with her after I can get Michelle to walk again." He sounded like he was gonna laugh, but then he started to sound melancholy,"...However, during the Civil war, she left me for dead along with the Vessels of sins, then you murdered me. I felt betrayed and used...and learning that your Mother, Ma, was an HER of all things was the last straw for me. The way I am now was all because of her...Now all I want is to make amends with my family after what I've done behind the scenes."

"Heh, That makes sense." She snorted, "Can't say I blame you for being manipulated by a witch like her because I felt the same way...no, I've experienced it in a similar fashion, now we're even."

"Eh?"

"You may not like what you'll hear if I told you, Dad."

"Hey, you're the one who got me to talk, now's not the time for being a hypocrite."

"Fiiiine...she and I were pretty close y'see? I was happy being taken under her wing since the day I was born...until she left me...locked up in our house to go insane by Hansel and Gretel."

"...WHAT!?"

"Ah, so she hasn't told you? Wanting to keep her "favorite toy" without spilling the beans about me...I don't remember the full detail on why she abandoned me, but one thing's for sure is that she had left me for dead, I became emotionally broken, I've forgotten what smiles or tears were like...just wrath...I began to delude myself that she was gone because she was a busy playwright, but that was false..." Gallerian was completely shocked by this revelation, he had hated Nemesis for what she did to his family and killing him, he knew Ma can be a witch at times, and he was known to be uncaring to anyone's well being no matter the crime, age, race, and sex. Just as long as he has his money...but after discovering what Ma did to him and Nemesis? That can never be forgiven, especially if it leads to Nemesis going on a berserk rampage and destroying the world. Nemesis started to feel him shiver and hear him sniffle, she turned and saw that he was trying to hold back his sobs. "Come on, don't cry on me."

"...That traitor."

"You were greedy from the start."

"I know...but that's not it...*sniff*...All my life...*sobs* I THOUGHT I WAS HAPPY WITH WHAT I'VE GOT! AND EVERYONE WHO WAS CALLED "MY FRIEND" BETRAYS ME FOR THEIR SELFISH GAIN!" He screamed as tears streamed out.

"YOU'RE NO BETTER EITHER DAD!" Nemesis yelled at his face. "YOU USED ME AND THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU JUST TO GET RID OF YOUR ENEMIES AND TO GET THOSE STUPID VESSELS!, INCLUDING MY LOVER OF ALL PEOPLE! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!?...But you never cared." Gallerian covered his eyes as she silently watched him sobbing, a minute or so, she can't help but hug him tight, something she should've done for a long time ever since they met, even if he's corrupted, he hugged her back as he cried on her shoulder...why he's letting it all out now was probably from the wine, but she can't help but feel sorry for him nevertheless, Nemesis felt a tear rolling down her own eye. "Just to be clear, Dad: I still won't forgive you for what you done to everyone...nothing changes."

"*Sob* I know..."

"*Sniff*" They heard someone sniffing outside the door.

"Who's there?" Nemesis asked, the person who unlocked the door was Allen Avadonia himself. "You?"

"*Sniff*...My apologies for what I did earlier, I was just frustrated with you two constantly bickering that I had to take a small leave of absence, I returned because I realized the handcuffs doesn't work on anyone like I thought it would."

"*Sniffed* Then why are you crying?" Gallerian asked wiping his tears.

"You laugh if I told you Judge, so don't push it." He was rubbing his eyes.

"...You listened to us didn't you?" Nemesis asked.

"...Yeah, it's a weakness of mine from childhood."

"Fair enough." They existed the closet and Allen began to unlock the handcuffs, after doing so Margarita gave Nemesis a huge hug to make her feel better.

"I'm sorry...for what I said earlier...Kayo, Margarita, Banica." Gallerian apologized to the women he insulted earlier, the didn't say a thing, but instead smiled as a form of forgiveness. Sateriasis gave Gallerian a gentle pat on the back.

"Well everyone, it's been a long and very stressful day, so we might as well get some sleep, hopefully we'll all feel better in the morning." Allen said while wiping his eyes.

"Good idea." Kayo said. They all headed upstairs to get ready for bed, except for Margarita who cannot sleep and stays in the living room, she turned off the main light in the living room. Hopefully their first day in the box will be all but a forgotten memory.

END CHAPTER