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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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Primo and Gwen's chapter 2 is LIVE!

I hope you all are liking the story so far! Again, trying out a new thing and continuing to post the full chapter on here and on AO3.

Potpourri Chapter 2: Our Lady of Sorrow

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven't started yet? Start at chapter 1 HERE!

Under the cut for space

Guinevere thought when she'd arrived at her destination, she'd feel happy—but she didn't. The pain was the only thing keeping her from being completely numb inside. She was quiet but wore a smile—masking her feelings to all those around her. Withdrawn from the rest of the world and praying for Lucifer to bring her the will to carry on.

Gwen and the group of postulants she'd arrived with were in awe as they entered the main hall of the Abbey. The building was already impressive but standing in the hall full of secrets and intrigue, with its marble tiles of black and creme, was a sight in itself. It was regal, distinguished, and even a bit ominous to her at first. As the group entered, they passed countless tapestries and portraits, some of which had no doubt been there for centuries. The faces and art, telling tales of those who came before them and the story of the Dark One's truth.

"Now if you will all just turn your attention…" Sister Imperator commanded. Stopping the group at the bottom of the grand staircase. Gwen was blinded for a moment with the light that came shining in on them. Beaming down from brilliant stained-glass windows which sat on top of the stairs. Their panes, spilling a rainbow of color onto the lot of them as Sister Imperator to give her tour.

She guided them around, having them take note of where everything was, the crowd audibly impressed as they took it all in. The “wows”, escaping them and their eyes glossing over as they stared up at the magnificent onyx Baphomet. It sat just outside a pair of enormous wooden doors. The Sister, explaining to them, as she continued on, that they belonged to the Abbey's chapel.

Just beyond them their way to eternal damnation, their place of worship. The place from which Lucifer’s word would be spoken to them–leading them from the light. A sacred place where Black Masses were held, and rituals performed. Where each and every sibling that had come before them, had taken their vows. Where all lost souls came to bear witness to sin.

The chapel doors were covered entirely with depictions of Lucifer and his demons. His Infernal Majesty and the dwellers from the bowels of Hell, shown rising up to reach their glory. A heaven fallen into ash, all beautifully and intricately carved into the grain. Gwen's eyes began to wander over them. Their splendor, a reminder to her that in this place she may yet find hope. Her eyes, then wandering to a second pair of equality as an impressive large pair of doors on the opposite side. Which she came to find belonged to the Great Hall.

"Now in just a bit we will bring you all inside the Great Hall for orientation but let us first head upstairs to the east wing of the Abbey, where you will find your dorms and then meet for supper in the refectory. I am sure you all must be famished after your journey." Sister Imperator suggested, moving through the crowd, parting for her like the biblical seas.

Gwen watched as she and the group were passed by a pair of masked figures. Their eyes glowing white out from behind them as they moved out to the front door, assumingly to help unload the bus. She had heard of them—the ghouls. They were creatures, Hell-spawn summoned by the Ministry for their own purposes, but most importantly was their connection to Papa.

They were his to command, though held in similar esteem as the siblings of sin. Their master/servant connection, a binding contract made between them, Papa, and the devil himself. The ghouls were chosen to serve under Satan’s representative on Earth. Summoned to do whatever should be asked of them. She didn’t fear them, though she could tell some of the other siblings did. Their pale visages, giving away their concern as the ghouls passed them on their way out the front entryway.

It was then she noticed the Papas too walking past. The three of them in their unholy resplendence, making their way to their destinations. Gwen has always considered herself a good judge of character. Within moments being able to tell the truth of someone’s intentions well before their actions spoke for themselves. Gwen immediately pegged the youngest, a womanizer, watching as his eyes fell over the crowd like a hunter stalking his prey. Both him and who she assumed was the middle of the brothers, whispering amongst themselves things Gwen cared not to repeat.

Then there was Papa Emeritus the first. When he walked past she could sense his warmth. His gentle nature was palpable as their eyes locked for only a moment, before Gwen broke their stare. Eyes, falling to the ground as a heat rose in her cheeks. A feeling she hadn't felt in so very long.

He was handsome, despite his years. A distinguished nose and statuesque nature. His skull paint, which had been precariously painted on, was more than a little imposing to look at. Yet his demeanor was soft—even comforting. She could already tell there is something different about him.

She shook off her thoughts. Feeling a bit silly for having had them at all—no matter how nice he was, or anyone was she wouldn't let them get close. All she cared about was finding what she was looking for. Her heart and mind, constantly swirling in grief—both all at once numb yet destroyed and overwhelmed.

She desperately sought out her dark salvation here. Turning from the cruelty God had shown her. Hoping that by Lucifer’s will she’d be given back what had been taken from her. She need only hang on long enough to find out. Find if their magic was capable of what she’d ask of it.

"This is so exciting! Gwen, aren't you excited?" asked Fiona, a young and sweet novitiate. One with hair the color of embers and eyes of emerald-green. She kept close to Gwen and, to the undiscerning eye, may have even appeared as her best friend. Gwen tolerated her, even going so far as to give her a nickname—Finn.

The poor girl consistently tried to get Gwen to come out of her shell. A task she took upon herself the very first day they met. A small group of people looking for an alternative to the world—made cruel by the Judeo-Christian God. One where magic and ritual could conjure desires and brew contentment. Fiona was praised by Mr. Saltarian for managing to get Gwen to speak more and even occasionally smile and although she would not yet admit it, Gwen did appreciate her company.

Fiona could see her friend was lost in thought. She tugged on Gwen's robes, trying to get her attention, pulling her thoughts from the safe place within her mind. Back into a reality Gwen was ambivalent to return to. "Yeah, of course…it's all very exciting." she smiled.

"I don't believe you when you say that you know. We are about to be official Sisters of Sin! Why aren't you jumping for joy…isn't this what you wanted?" Fiona asked her, waiting for an explanation. Unsatisfied with Gwen’s otherwise flatlined response.

"It's not that I am unimpressed Finn…I just…I just thought I'd feel different actually being here. Like I'd have purpose again or something."

"Maybe that comes after we take our vows. I hear we are to choose a sin, then our ceremony revolves around it. I'm pretty sure I'm picking Lust…mmm…sweet Lucifer that's gotta be a good way to go." Fiona laughed, and surprisingly Gwen chuckled a bit too.

"Ahem…is there something I can help the two of you with?" Sister Imperator snapped, both women straightening up and shaking their heads. Like a pair of schoolgirls caught passing notes by the headmistress they cowered a bit with her tone. "Good. Now if you all will please follow me…I shall explain the rules and expectations."

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It had been hours now since they arrived. Sister Imperator had already explained to them the ins and outs of Abbey life. They would be assigned jobs that would suit their talents and that in a week's time they would take their vows after choosing a sin to initiate them in. Then “the real fun can begin” she told them. Her overzealous explanation, a bit cringey for Gwen’s tastes.

Sister had laid down the ground rules. They were to all give the respect deserved to those who were in positions to deserve it. They would respect each other and that they would live by their vows once taken. Turning their lives over in the unholy service of Lucifer and the Ministry, with Papa being the shepherd of their flock.

The night had fallen almost as quickly as the day broke and before they knew it supper time had arrived. The group made their way down to the refectory to dine with the siblings, ghouls, and clergy. There would be no grand dinner to celebrate them yet—this would come after their vows. Once they proved to Lucifer and the Ministry they belonged.

There was a spot saved for them. A cleared table and bench for them to be seated. The whole of the Abbey, watching them as they took their seats. Gwen felt the heaviness of eyes upon them—her, their stares making her want to disappear as she sat down.

The would-be siblings took up their forks, ready to consume the food that awaited them. The night's meal was rigatoni, a favorite of the reigning Papa who would soon return from his tour. Gwen had sat opposite Finn who was quick to stuff her face, not unlike the rest of them. Gwen pushed around the noodles a bit, only taking a bite or two before she began to zone out.

“Not a fan?” a voice called out to her, finding her lost in the void. She looked up, realizing only then that the Papas, Mr. Saltarian, and Sister Imperator had taken a seat at their table. Finding Primo looking straight at her as she came to.

“I’m sorry?” she asked, confused.

“Your food cara…you’ve hardly touched it.” he explained, tilting his head as he awaited her response. A soft smile on his face, trying to disarm whatever defenses she had in place.

“Oh…ah…forgive me Papa I just don’t have much of an appetite. I mean no offense.” Gwen quickly replied, feeling the panic inside her for having offended a member of the clergy and worse of all—a Papa. To her surprise, Primo began to laugh. His laugh was robust and charming. Primo, quickly settling himself before making a scene. “You are not in trouble cara.”

“Oh…ah…good.” she sighed, giving a small smile back to him and relaxing back against her chair.

“The first night can be somewhat overwhelming, but I assure you that there is no need to be anxious. You’ll get your appetite back in time, until then might I ask your name?” he inquired, knowing it already, but unable to think of another way to initiate furthered conversation.

“I’m Guinevere, but please Papa call me Gwen.” she insisted.

“Guinevere…like the queen of legend. Fitting for a beauty such as yourself, though I shutter for your future husband should you share her proclivity for disloyalty." He teased her. Gwen let out a half-hearted laugh in response.

“That won’t be a problem as I don’t intend to marry.” she responded. Primo nodded, scooting himself closer to the table and to her.

“You know cara you don’t have to marry to enjoy the pleasures of this world. We are in Lucifer’s house and here all things are welcome in sin that do not harm another.” Primo reminded her, Gwen nodding in response. Primo could tell she was hiding something. He knew instinctively she held no malevolence in her heart, but there was something hidden below the surface. Her facade of a quiet but happy novitiate, unconvincing to someone with his talents and experience.

She could hide it from the rest of the world, but he could see her true self. Her aura’s energy, colored in blackness with only the faint hints of green to suggest hope still attempting to sprout inside her. It was small, but something Primo felt he could work with. Despite having only just spoken with her, Primo could feel a pull toward her, a spiritual connection that drew him to her even before he knew her name.

Gwen sensed it too. Maybe he would be the one to help her, after all he was the Papa that her fellow postulants said communed with spirits. Praised for his powers and ability to perform even the most intricate of rituals. If anyone could bring back a life lost, it would be him. She pondered on it a moment, deciding to take the conversation in another direction. One that would tell her if she was only wasting her time.

She looked over the table—Primo continuing to speak as his words faded with the laughter and conversation booming around them. The sounds of chatter and satisfaction with the meal filling the room. Clearly everyone was already beginning to feel right at home within the Abbey and for that Gwen envied them.

When she got her chance she sprang on it. Her opening, presenting itself as Primo stopped his spirited banter with Mr. Saltarian to take a sip of wine. Their eyes, meeting once more as she addressed him. “Is it true Papa that you can speak to the dead?” she blurted out, the whole table growing quiet as Primo swallowed back his wine.

“Si, a talent I have spent many years practicing. The spirits can provide us so much…” he began now addressing the table, whose attention was all on him and Gwen, “necromancy however is not for the faint of heart. Not even all those who have donned the miter have been able to perform it.”

“What about resurgence?” Gwen asked, Primo’s eyes widening at her words. The table awaited his response, Primo bringing his napkin to his lips and dabbling them before deciding how to address the question.

“There is no such magic cara, these are things that disrupt the natural order. Once a thing is gone there is no getting it back…not as it once was.” Primo explained. Gwen froze, desperately trying to hide the pain from what she had learned. All eyes still set on them as they both grew agonizingly quiet.

“Not unless you want zombies running about…then maybe we can manage something.” Secondo laughed trying to lessen the tension in the room. The others at the table began to laugh, their attention leaving Primo and Gwen and returning to one another.

“I see…well thank you Papas. If you’ll excuse me I’m very tired and I think I should retire to my room.” Gwen replied, looking over to Mr. Saltarian for permission. He nodded, his face dropping as she walked off. Primo was left confused as Gwen dismissed herself and took off back to the dorms. Primo immediately turned to Saltarian for answers.

“What was all that about?” he asked him, Saltarian adjusting in his chair. Primo could tell he was uncomfortable. The years of friendship had enlightened him to his friend’s every tell, every posture—he knew something was wrong. “Well?”

“I was hoping she’d at least wait until having taken her vows to bring it up, but clearly her grief is too strong.”

“Ah.” Primo confirmed, “I can see that darkness has taken root in her. Who has she lost?” Primo asked, watching Saltarian’s dark complexion turn pale.

“You tell no one else Papa. This is between us.”

“Of course.” Primo agreed, his interest reaching new heights. His friend brought himself to whisper into Primo’s ear. Papa, listening intently as his friend began to speak. Primo’s heart, becoming heavy as he heard the words.

“A baby.”

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faeseekerandy · 1 year

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song 7 for a character of your choosing lol :)

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault (Frankenstein)

Rathaway X Rachel Roth – Rathaway doesn’t know she’s a titan and she’s scouting him to join the Titans. Rathaway has all the issues.

BB woke up unable to understand what was compelling him to want to be a rat. His entire body grew hair and he slowly grew smaller and smaller until is was a tiny mouse. Then like chasing cheese he walked out in the middle of the night without telling anyone. Come breakfast the fact that he was not first at the table caused great concern for everyone involved. Luckly for him BB was tagged and was easy to find.

Central CITY! – Grayson was concerned – Why did he go to central city in the middle of the night! Raven you wanna take this one? – Asked Damien – the kid follows you around like a lost puppy, so go fetch our pet so….

The look on Raven’s face and the extra set of eyes was all the cue Damien needed to drop the subject. He’s not sure how well he can stack up against Trigon and wasn’t in the mood to find out.

Rachel opened a portal directly to the cosmic location were BB was, he saw him, as a rat surrounded by an army of rats, one tiny green spec in a sea of filthy disgusting rats. He picked bb by the tail and attempted to snap him out of it. When even putting him on her chest did not work, it became obvious that his hypnosis was far more powerful than she could have imagined. She faded into the wall and watched carefully to figure out what was causing this extreme form of hypnosis that was not broken by anything magical or physical.

A few hours later a small stubby mass of complexes and issues walked in. Rachel instantly sensed the inner turmoil in this poor souls’ mind. All the issues! Abandonment issues, fear for his situation, not having a home and being forced to forage in the sewers, fear of extreme betrayal, all emotions she could sense coming from this cloud of frustration and angs.

What’s that you’re saying? – said Rathaway, said while talking to one of his rats – That this room smells like a Depeche Mode concert? Why yes it is very weird, did an army of Goth angsty teenagers waltzed by while I was away?

COME OUT, you can hide your visage but not your smell of cheap eyeliner and Sucreabeille perfume. Let me guess, demon girl, or daughter of Satan, or something devil related. – Rathaway look annoyed.

FINE GEESH – Raven came out of the shadow – one of those rats is mine, and I need it back.

Really? Wish one- asked Rathaway not taken aback by the figure emerging from the wall.

Raven - Takea guess !

Rathaway – Yea not a lot of green demon rats are there. Rathaway was almost amused but playing it cool. He was trying to figure out at what moment to send the army of rats at him.

I rolled a 20 on my mind reading abilities, you’re an open book to me, and if you don’t wanna see a million rats go up in flame I suggest you keep your filthy pets to yourself – Said Raven

Oh a Geek a devil girl, I suppose rolling seduction is out of the question. – Said Rathaway.

Not if you want me to kick your dices! – Raven was kinda annoyed at this point.

FINE your intimidation roll worked, here is your freeky green rat. – said rathaway releasing his spell.

How do I know he’s not gonna be hypnotized again – asked Raven annoyed.

You don’t! I may want to see you again and then all I’ve got to do is play this fl…. – he was interrupted when raven took over the flute with her magic and prepared to destroy it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – he lunged at the flute crying in a panic. It was pathetic. He fled to a dark corner of the room,crying and trying to claw at the wall to find a place to hide it.

That flute, its precious to you isn’t it – you don’t really need it to fight me but you cling to it. Said raven

Would you stop reading my FUCKING MIND ALREADY! – at one point you have to realize it feels like being naked in front of a million people.

You took my precious pet, this creature is my price possession, and I refuse to go easy on you until I know without a shadow of a dought that it belongs to me and me alone. I play with it,and tease it as I see fit. I wont let some snut punk wanna be villain with issues take him from me. MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Rathaway trembling made an alteration to the Anti life equation that made it so it could not be used specifically on BB.

Alright since you kept your end of the bargain I’ll stop probing your mind. – Said raven – I don’t normally do that. But you took my precious pet so I was not gonna play fair. I was ready to send you to hell if needed.

Bhhhhh the devil girl is gonna send me to hell, spooky, could you be any more of a cliché – rathaway was annoyed. Do you know what you put me thru just now! If you had me by the balls I would not have been more horrified. That flute…

It’s a toten of trauma, interrupted Raven, you need to let it go, forgot it and begin to heal. It will be difficult but if you come with me, with the titans, you can slowly come to live a normal life, with friends that wont abandon you.

Yea Sure, you’re sooo normal demon girl – rathaway was more relaxed now that he sensed no hostility from Rachel.

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal. And ever-present. Sometimes you can be safely at a home and see something on tv and suddenly it comes back like a monster, a predator. And you try to act normal so nobody sees your suffering, but the sweat and the palpitations, and your inability to stand up, the betray you, so you say you’re going to take a bath so nobody sees you tremble.

And sometimes you can be under a bridge feeling like the world is collapsing over you, and you feel thankful because its not the worst that’s ever happened to you. You think, compared to where I’ve been, being homeless doesn’t feel so bad, and then you realize that….

Raven hugged Rathaway, and then he was quiet, she kept repeating over and over – “none of this was your fault, none of this was your fault.”

I missed being hugged so much – Rathaway was smiling, - Ok lets get going.

Dude I had the weirdt dream - the rat changed form into a human, rathaway look puzzled

IT WAS A DREAM! - screamed Raven, her pale skin showing a slight hint of blush under all the eye liner and pale face paint. – IT WAS A DREAM AND DONT FUCKING GET ANY IDEAS

BB turning into a tiny puppy begin whimpering.

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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What does it mean to be a true Kamen Rider? Is it to wallow in your self-loathing and resentment of others; using the strength you've gained destroy as you please in spectacular fashion? Or is it perhaps rising above your innermost demons and putting life, love, justice and freedom above such misery?

It's something that Kekera fails to understand, and while we let Keiwa-kun shine in the main plot, we have Ace deal with the little matter that is Zitt-

Shut the front door, ZITT? That's Jitto's official romanization? Zitt! Zitt!

Dumb name, hate it, 0/10. Fuck this game, watch it go.

Spoilers, I guess...

-DGP Bad Guys, Geats Howard Good Guy

-Awwww, Azuma

-Buffalo-san~!

-You're taking coming back from the dead surprisingly smoothly, Sara-neesan.

-...although I really shouldn't be complaining: at least she came out of the fridge with a drink.

-Bound in barbed wire, our friend Ace lies in wait.

-Kuromuri's still out and about.

-...oh, I forgot, her name is Kromer, I decided this last episode.

-"Kill Tycoon. I can't believe he's doing capeshit again. >:("

-Oh goddammit! We gained a Hakubi and lost a Na-Go and PunkJack in turn.

-...did Kekera have a hand in that or was that all Kromer?

-THEY TURNED BUFFA INTO A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE

-"There is no Kamen Rider in this world but Tycoon. After all... I'm Premium Kekera."

-Guess he doesn't much care for his own CG form.

-Frogification?

-Oh, that's a real term.

-I have to admit, that's actually pretty clever Daichi.

-"I did

-OHHHHHHHH BERDLY'S BECOMING KABUTOPS AGAIN

-Ironic that Buffa never went full Jyamato even though his body was so thoroughly transformed, and yet Nadge-Sparrow never really played Beroba's game until the end.

-Zillion Driver! ...what a funny name.

-That must be why he's romanized as Zitt.

-Good effort Daichi. Too bad you apparently can't beat a frog man despite going toe-to-toe with God.

-"You were supposed to be my Funny Man, but now you're just a little bitch boy!"

-He kidnapped them!

-"Gods have no soul... therefore, the only thing needed is your visage and your power!"

-Daichi had everything going on with him, and yet he looks down not in contempt... but jealousy. That the theme we're running with?

-Fighting for world peace, once more.

-The Jyamato were still living creatures, Daichi. They didn't ask to be bred and slaughtered en masse.

-A measure of humanity for a sparrow-trilobite.

-"Hey there, primitives~! It's just about time for Japan's #1 TV show... Kamen Rider Tycoon~! Starring Keiwa~! An unemployable bum with nothing better to do in his life than bitch and moan about world peace!"

-And all of Japan collectively asked "Who?"

-Oh that's low.

-This kinda reminds me of that one Chapter in Sacred Stones, where the druid kidnaps an innocent family and tries to feed them to the giant spiders. That's when Eirika starts getting serious.

-What zero inconvenience does to a mf

-Down Keiwa-kun goes.

-Ohhhhhhhh, you motherfuckers.

-Man, I don't think I ever got this mad about Orteca or Akaishi, these guys are just straight up satanic in a way that winds me up even more.

-"Write me a good one. Make sure you watch your wording and don't write the wrong kanji!"

-How about a world where you're not happy, Kekera? That's gonna happen in a few minutes.

-OH?

-They're free!

-"Those're my boys."

-Set!

-"I am the God here! And what kind of God would I be if I left my people alone!"

-THAT'S THE INTRO SHOT

-Let my people go.

-R

-Regard?

-Regad.

-Generate!

-Enforcement of Violence! Regad!

-Kamen Rider Tycoon is currently Japan's most famous man.

-Get rolled, idiot!

-"True Kamen Rider" SHUT THE FUCK UP

-General Sakurai...

-Laid the fuck out.

-"I became a Kamen Rider. I could help bring about world peace. And it's all because you didn't care about it."

-Mitsutoshi Shundo, you beautiful man.

-Welcome back, everyone!

-I will say, Regad suit? Pure sex.

-Red, black, and gold is always a great color combo (Hello Lupin).

-Happy End :)

-"That's the magic of TV!"

-Not even Boil valued his own life.

-Oh, there's the super cool Suel invisibility effect again.

-Hello, Star King Kirito but evil and fucked up.

-Good job, Keiwa-kun! ...no Orion Bolt, but that's okay. You don't really use bows anymore.

-Oh hey Ace.

-"You're working for world peace, man. That's the Kamen Rider way."

-Ohhhh

-A worldwide Desire Grand Prix! And everyone gets a swing!"

-R

-Regad Omega.

-A retool in the same episode it was introduced, okay.

-Creation and Master of All! Regad Omega!

-"The Ultimate Despair. It is you, it is me, it is all our desire."

-:O

-ANOTHER SHOT FROM THE OPENING NEXT EPISODE HUH

-OKAY

-Hot damn.

-Well, at least the wait won't be that long.

-Final Destination.

-Not our final episode, assuredly, but we're in the endgame now.

#kamen rider #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats #kr geats #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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woednesdayaddams · 2 years

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𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 as soon as she connected the dots. no, this couldn’t be it. nancy wheeler couldn’t and shouldn’t associate with wednesday addams, that would be terrible. normies were out to get the outcasts either way, but satan behold what would happen to a normie that entangled with not any outcast, but wednesday herself. pallid visage was adorned with a horrified expression, eyes widened slightly more than usual, brows rosed, the symbolic pout exchanged for parted lips which exhaled the air she held in. ❛ so … you’re like a parasitic leech, ❜ she articulated, features softening and returning to a catatonic state, ❛ i’m honestly not surprised. ❜ the comparison shredded any doubt in her notions, nancy would stick around no matter what. which could be both an impediment and an ace down her sleeve. either way, ‘till a prophetic vision occurs, wednesday cannot give any definitive answer — neither denying, nor feeding into nancy’s oh so terrible choice. ❛ your statement is blood-curdling and you’ll come to regret it. however, i wouldn’t mind some of your help. ❜ it was only a matter of time ‘till nancy will come to agree with everyone else around her, that wednesday brings nothing but trouble. the least the raven could do was use the little time they have left and make the 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 out of it. nancy’s intransigence was appreciated, it’s rare to see that quality when everyone else is so fearful of what’s ahead. no matter how short lived their affiliation may be, wednesday’s willing to take advantage of every minute of it.

#nancewheelr #♱ interactions.#ah yes nancy being nice to wednesday only to be compared to leech #that's-- something i think

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spoiler1001 · 2 years

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LOS Maria fic Chapter 2

The grand plan that was 500 years in the making worked with very minor hitches. Satan and Zobek had fallen, destroyed. For good. The plan only faced near failure when Alucard was possessed. Truly something he should have accounted for but the past cannot be changed. In his musings, Alucard watched humanity from the shadow he hid from. The mortals traveled with a lightness that could only come from the bliss of ignorance. It inspired envy in the safety it provided.

The technology that humanity created, inspired by their creativity was limitless. Truly spanned as far as they could push the concept of possibility. Magic was pushed to the side, yet, or because of it life flourished by creating impossibilities.

The Belmont duo settled in a town a far distance away from the castle and the city within. The town was built on the burned remains of a small village, once consumed by illness, then fire, and nature after that. The city was small to the one on the castle foundations but no less lively. The unnatural lights colored the night sky and hid the stars at night but light meant safety. The lively nature of humanity brought a smile to Alucard’s face.

As is the case with every day, night soon followed. The moon shone in its full glory.

Alucard lacked his father’s ability to travel in broad daylight, and necessity made him travel and wonder under the stars and moon. The freedom was all-consuming and worth more than any jewel he might see.

The town, given its historical and woeful history, had statues and memorials of those who helped the ill and pained. All of them were from different times in the town’s history, and the details of what they looked like became distorted. Too many bore the torches in their visages, hinting at the truth about fires. The names and the dates were written on placards next to them, but Alucard paid them no mind. He may have met them in his time of wandering the earth, but it was irrelevant. They were remembered for the fires. The moon’s light made it easier for him to see around him, and the calmness allowed him to sense if an enemy was approaching to ambush him.

Alucard found himself in front of a bronze statue, nearing two centuries old at this point. The dates carved into the statue told of a woman nearing her third decade, dying in 1800, yet the statue had her looking barely old enough to marry. There was a softness in her hair and face, and her hands folded in a prayer stance. Her build was thin, and frail, wearing a dress made of cloth, the bronze molded to be blowing in a wind that only the artist could see, and perfectly curly hair poking out of her hood. Her eyes were serenely closed.

Alucard placed a hand over the placard, the words on it telling of a sweet person, who saw the best in everyone, staying with the ill and dying. He smiled wistfully. The sound of cooing doves caught his attention. It was rather strange to see a daylight creature singing at night. He looked towards the sound and saw a feminine figure wrapped in white cloth, with doves on either side of her. Blued steel covered her knees and shoulders, as well as the boning in a waspie, which was gold in color, matching a mental face covering, hiding her nose and mouth. Her hood was pulled over her head, her main cloth was white with black trim, and feathers etched into the cloth. She was perched on the roof overlooking the statue, too far away to see her eyes under her hood. The two figures looked at each other for a moment before she stood up and walked out of eyeshot for him.

“There are many heroes memorialized here, and yet I find you at the feet of a saint.” The dragon, Dracula, Gabriel Belmont, said, breaking the silence.

“I met her before the statue was built. The statue and sweet words written about her leave out her temper and how headstrong she was.” Alucard took his hand off the placard. “Her kindness could never be overstated.”

“Then tell me what they won’t” Dracula smiled. “You’ll honor her better than that will.”

#castlevania lords of shadows #castlevania #alucard #trevor belmont #maria renard #gabriel belmont

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miercolaes · 6 months

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"when did you become a politician? why aren't you answering my question?" ( from ren ♡ )

no answer was still an answer ⸻ minutes prior, wednesday was preaching about ways in which she would reform the country, had she been given the chance. although, she could settle for fixing hawkins' problematic shackles. the satanic panic had to come to an end, before satan himself ascended from below to curse them all. not like they weren't heading in that direction anyway. the missing people must be the first sign if by any chance, the oh so religious folks hadn't settled on human sacrifices. nothing history haven't seen. ❝ do you have any questions? ❞ she asked, looking not at ren, but through her. like any politician, wednesday had to ignore some of the questions until one that suited her vision came up, ❝ if not, i thank you for your time. i'll see you on election day. ❞ her brows furrowed as jaw was clenched — she tried so hard to keep it concealed... ren brought up the worst in wednesday, she revealed that there's more to the grim appearence. she could joke and she could enjoy another's company, perhaps a little too much judging by the amusement twisting at her visage.

#chaos--mode #wends is having fun #this is not a drill i repeat #wends if having fun #and it's all bc of ren

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naturally-recklessly · 1 year

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NAVIGATION

｛ open starters ｝｛ about ｝｛ answers ｝｛ visage ｝｛ aesthetics ｝｛ musings ｝｛ playlist ｝｛ wanted opposites ｝

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GENERAL INFORMATION

MOTHER Catherine of Braganza — Queen consort of England, Scotland and Ireland | FATHER Satan | SIBLINGS None | PET(S) None

FACECLAIM Poppy | HAIR COLOR Blond | EYE COLOR Brown | HEIGHT 1.60 m (5ft 3in) | TATTOO(S) Pentagram on left wrist

LIKES Rock music, pretty things, having her way, challenging people, pink champagne, spicy food | DISLIKES Feeling controlled, being told "no", churches, mushy people

QUALITIES Charismatic, charming, fearless, perfectionist, self-confident, smart, strong-willed | FLAWS Hot-tempered, impatient, insensitive, selfish, stubborn, unforgiving

BIOGRAPHY

The Devil had always been a lonesome creature, thinking that if he wanted a job well done, he had to do it himself. Therefore, he never felt like he needed an heir, even if his archenemy had already had a son of his own, granting him even more worshippers, making him more powerful. No, Satan was perfectly fine on his own, surrounded by his loyal, most lethal demons, until he wasn't anymore. Was it the changing of times? The prosperity and development mankind went through, that they had stopped fearing him, or worse... believing in him? Oh no... he'd send them a little reminder of his existence and power. And just like that, he unleashed the Great Plague upon them, killing thousands of people and instilling fear into their little minds, much to his enjoyment. When almost a quarter of London's population had died in a short period of time, the King was desperate. He would do anything to protect his family and his kingdom, imploring to any entity for help. And Satan was listening. The King would have accepted any deal, but this time the Devil would require no blood nor soul. For the first time, he knew it was the right time for him to produce an heir. Someone who he could shape in his own image, making the forces of Hell twice as powerful. He knew he needed a human receptacle for that, he had learned it from his nemesis. And it didn't take him long to convince the King, who willingly offered his wife, Catherine. Unbeknownst to her, the Queen was submitted to some satanic rituals, and soon became pregnant. The Devil was delighted — his heir would be all-powerful, descending from pure royal lines, both from Hell and mankind. On the 6th of June 1666, a beautiful blonde princess with bright brown eyes was born. She looked like an angel, but was truly a demon, the most powerful one right after her father. The Queen was told her baby had died moments after she was born, while the Devil took her with him to the depths of Hell. And with that, the Great Plague subsided, just like he'd promised the King.

Satan became a devoted father, and if he had a heart or soul, one could tell he loved his daughter, spoiling the child whose name was impossible to pronounce in any language known to men. Once she was old enough, she picked the name Lucy Fern. When her father asked her if it wasn't a little too obvious, she replied by quoting him — "The best place to keep a secret is right in front of someone". Raised in Hell, Lucy had little to no contact with humans or any other creatures besides demons and poltergeists, but it didn't keep her from being jealous of the way they celebrated the birthday of God's son, while completely ignoring hers. Still, she took some pride in how they made a cult movie inspired by how she came to be. After lots of insistence and literal Hell raising, Satan finally let Lucy accompany him during one of his visits to mortals. It was 1920, and she got to experience travelling by train, where she tasted champagne and marmalade for the first time, something she still loves until today. She also met the Vampire Lestat de Lioncourt, her first lover, but after he almost died by trying to drink her blood, they decided to call it quits. However, they remained on good terms, and Lucy even attended some of his concerts in the eighties, since she shares her father's passion for rock music.

Proud of his daughter's evilness and fast learning, Satan gave Lucy the task of visiting the Earth to collect a few more souls for him. She had to board on a luxurious train, travelling from Verona to Paris. During the ride, she had to convince people to commit murder, steal from each other, start a fire and finally get the train to collide with another one. It would be quite the show and would provide Hell with a new batch of souls. However, once on the train, Lucy simply didn't feel like it. Indulging in her favourite champagne and in the company of beautiful flirtatious boys and girls, she was having too much fun to end it just because daddy wanted to. Once the train arrived safe and sound at its destination, Satan was furious. He told Lucy that if she loved the company of mortals so much, she might as well live among them, banning her from returning to Hell until she collected the 100 souls she owed him. She tried to argue by saying that she wouldn't really be his daughter if she was a nice, obedient girl, but he was unforgiving.

Now stuck with the mortals, Lucy was not only enraged, but she also didn’t really understand the concept of money or why she needed it. Where she came from, it didn’t exist and all her wishes were granted. However, it didn’t take her long to catch on and she soon found a way to make lots of it with little effort. Using her extreme luck and her ability to change people’s thoughts (and therefore their actions), Lucy was a masterly gambler, only losing if she wanted to, in order not to raise suspicions. Because of this, some people started calling her Lucky Lucy. At the moment, she lives in a luxurious penthouse in LA, enjoying all the pleasures this mundane world has to offer and meeting regularly with her dad. Sometimes, if she takes a liking on someone, she might offer them a deal that would make their wildest dreams come true. Now the question is, should they accept it?

CONNECTIONS

Satan. Lucifer. Mr. Capricorn. Abaddon. The Devil himself has many names, though Lucy only calls him dad. And he's proud of it. How could he not, if she's inherited most of his traits? But the Ruler of Darkness doesn't like to be disobeyed, especially by his own offspring, so he's banned Lucy from Hell until she collects the 100 souls she owes him. But the truth is, he misses his spoiled evil princess way too much, so while he won't take back her punishment, he makes sure to visit her often. ｛ # tagged posts ｝

Born in 1760 and turned in 1781, Lestat is a french vampire also known as "The Brat Prince", due to his boldness, enthusiasm, and defiance. He is also very vain and concerned with fashion, with an interest for acting and music. Being so similar, both in interests and personality, when he and Lucy met it was a match made in heaven hell, and he became her first lover. Although, trying to drink her blood almost led to his permanent death, and they decided to part ways. They met again in the 80's, when he started a rock band and Lucy attended most of their concerts. They remain good friends to this day. ｛ # tagged posts ｝

#⌈ 🌍 ⌉ 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. || ➳ ❪ muse: lucy fern ❫#⌈ 😈 ⌉ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍. || ➳ ❪ about ❫

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camillambroserp-blog · 7 years

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— CAMILLA AMBROSE IN THE FOUNDERS FESTIVAL. ✩

#eb:looks #001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪ VISAGE. ❫ / ❛ You know you look so Seattle but you feel so LA ❜#009 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪ LOOKS. ❫ / ❛ I met her at church but she could be Satan ❜

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Yo, I had to hope in and request if you could do a Steve x eddie x billy x reader where the reader is possessed by max and they’re in the attic of the creel house and the reader somehow can’t escape Vecna and she ends up dying OR she survives but she becomes blind, idk it’s just a thought :)

Oooo this is juicy Chicken noodle

Pairing: Steve x reader, Billy x reader, Eddie x reader

Mentions: violence, getting vecnad, happy ending?

They had begged you not to go that they would handle it themselves but you were having none of it. “I’m going that’s final! I refuse to let you go risk your lives alone besides Vecnas already after me so I’ll be bait wether I want to or not now let’s go” with that you turned away grabbing your walkman. The three men following you to Eddie’s van a sinking feeling building up in their stomachs

When you arrive in front of the creel house you can’t help but shiver at the absolute rank vibes wafting from the decrepit house. “It’s now or never boys” you look at all three of them giving each of them a soft kiss as you walk ahead of them and into the creel house immediately disappearing into the attic where a lantern was glowing brightly.

“I’ll be right here sweetheart” Eddie reassures as he holds out his hand for your Walkman. You shakily hand it to him taking a deep breath “I love you three so much” you breathe out closing your eyes “then why couldn’t you choose” you hear Eddie say viciously “you were just so needy you had to have all three huh” Billy snarls his voice becoming distorted causing your eyes to fly open turning to look at them “so needy huh baby” Steve says viciously before taking on the horrifying visage from all of your visions.

“She’s in I’ll stay here while you two go through the gate and defeat vecna be safe be careful” Eddie takes your hand gently as he watches Billy and Steve disappear into the gate “keep fighting him sweetheart keep fighting” he pleads as he watches your eyes roll back becoming milky white.

Billy and Steve were running as fast as they could trying to avoid as many vines as they can running into the decrepit creel house and up the stairs towards vecna who was suspended above them.

You were running trying to escape only to find the doors boarded up. “You cannot Escape” you hear Vecna say as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to access a happy memory to get you out of here. You get placed in the first night with all three of them in your new apartment you all were laughing at the fact your bed was way to small for all four of you before it melts away into the fleshy undulating hellscape that was Vecnas mind. You look up in fear as he begins to approach you clock chiming louder and louder.

“Guys hurry! I don’t know how much longer she can fight!” Eddie screams into the walkie talkie before hearing somebody throwing themselves at the attic door jason carver popping in “you put her down munson!” Jason yells thinking he’s helping as he tackles Eddie. “You fucking idiot it’s not satan shit!” Eddie yells fighting back getting a few good punches in. He sends Jason stumbling back with a hard punch to the jaw only for Jason to crush you Walkman the only way to get you out of Vecnas grasp.

“One two three” Steve shouts as they begin setting Vecna ablaze. In the over-world your eyes began bleeding as you gasped for air Vecna having taken ahold of you in his hellscape. You sob as you feel Vecnas claws sink into your skin flashing off Billy, Steve and Eddie dying gruesome deaths flashing before your eyes before Vecna releases his grip on you becoming weakened by being set ablaze. “This is for you chrissy” you cry as you sink your teeth into Vecnas jugular atleast where you think it is and rip it out spitting it on the ground as he collapses.

Billy and Steve run back through the gate as fast they can taking in the sight of Jason ontop of Eddie beating the shit out of him and you floating above them eyes bleeding about to burst. “You take care of Jason I’ll get her” Steve shouts as he rushes to you grabbing ahold of you as you start sinking. Billy makes quick work of Jason beating him into unconsciousness before rushing over to you with Eddie.

“She’s not breathing” Steve screams as begin CPR, Billy shoves him aside his lifeguard training coming into hand as he begin compressions and mouth to mouth. “Billy” you rasp as your eyes flutter open still milky white “everything’s so dark boys” you begin crying as you reach a shaky hand to touch where your eyes are “I can’t see I can’t see” you wail shaking as flashing red and blue lights pull up to the house.

Weeks had passed since that incident Hawkins being evacuated and you being airlifted to a more advanced hospital out of state. “Eddie can play for me again” you whisper your blank eyes staring towards where you think he is “they didn’t let me bring my guitar this time sweetheart” Eddie sniffs as he kisses the back of your hand “well that’s okay” you give him a shaky smile “we made some upgrades to the apartment honey” Billy says from his spot in your bed “yeah we put up some guide rails and had all your favorite books turned to braille” Steve continues “thanks boys” you sniff rubbing your eyes as tears roll down your cheeks “don’t cry baby it’s okay” Steve soothes wiping his cheeks gently “it’ll be okay” Billy promises squeezing you gently “it’s just a minor adjustment” Eddie finishes reassuringly looking at the other two men with a nod that everything would be okay “were just happy your still with us” they all say in unison squeezing your hands.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #billy hargrove stranger things #cheater billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun.

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up…

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration…

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed…

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth.

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes…

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it.

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?"

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else.

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me scenarios

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ofdarkestdesires · 2 years

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Lightly mixed lewdness 5B Issei x Mirajane. He’s partially dragonified and she’s in one of her demon forms

Lightly Mixed: 5B

It had been so long since she’d been a mission-taking member of Fairy Tail, but now that Lisanna was home she finally felt like she could spread her wings and stretch her legs a bit. And just in the nick of time, too, as there was a new job posting—apparently a new mad mage was terrorizing cities to the north, calling himself the Dragon Emperor. Rumors had it he was actually part dragon, and he was enslaving the women to serve as his personal pleasure slaves.

Mirajane had to fight Natsu off to take the job, but before long she was heading out north to take on her first job in years. Sure, she was going by herself and she was a little bit rusty, but she felt no concern as she neared the region the supposed “Dragon Emperor” had taken up residence. She could handle this mission just fine.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Fuuuccckkk~!!”

The word crashed from the luscious lips of Mira’s Halphas Satan form as she felt the massive cock slam hard and fast into her folds, her plump and sinfully soft ass clapping and bouncing with every rough thrust the man behind her delivered. Even with her immense strength, she couldn’t break the chains that bound her wrists together, tugged down to the corner of the massive and impressive bed she was pinned face-down-ass-up upon.

A hand dropped to clap upon her delicious rear end, and another cry fell from the demon woman’s lips—she felt the hard scales and sharp claws drag across her skin, and it took every ounce of resistance in her soul to deny how hot that felt on her. Her body wasn’t so lucky, her pussy clenching tighter around him, gushing a bit of her juices around his shaft.

“You were a fool to come alone, Demon Queen Mira~!” the Dragon Emperor bellowed in a cackling tone, bucking his hips roughly down into her. His other hand reached out, gripping one of the long crystal-like horns protruding from the sides of her head and tilting her gaze back to fix on his handsome visage. “But don’t feel bad~ I was just thinking it was time I found myself a queen after all~!”

Mira groaned and grit her teeth in an almost vicious glare—but they both knew it wouldn’t last. The ruthlessness of his fucking was exactly what Mirajane looked for in a lover, and it was chipping away at her with every savage thrust. Sooner or later, she would break, and let this handsome dragon king absolutely fuck her into oblivion, losing her mind to the pleasure of being broken on his Draconic cock that was already ruining her for all other men…

Perhaps it was already too late.

#ask harem master hyoudou #ofdarkest does snippets #ofdarkest does fairy tail

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mothergayselle · 3 years

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I Said... Hold Still // Obey Me // MC x Lucifer

rating: t words: 3.5k summary: takes place during the furry event, MC does the boys’ makeup for the video but takes *special care* with lucifer’s

xxx

“Stop squirming, Levi. You’re going to smear everything and then I’m going to get mad.”

Leviathan blushed, visibly racked with the desire to fidget in the chair. “I can’t help it,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his ankles, which clunked into hers. “You’re so close to my face.”

A scoff audibly sounded off in the background, and the unmistakable tenor of Mammon’s voice filled the dining room.

“Yeah. A little too close, eh? Back off, Levi!”

Freya sighed. As long as Levi’s face was scrunched with annoyance, it’d be impossible to apply any more makeup to it. She paused, her hand a patient dove hovering in the air, coasting, while Levi replied.

“I’m not doing anything! You back off, stupid scumbag!”

“Hey! Ya gotta stop callin’ me that! Or else!”

“Or else, what? What are you going to do to me?”

The demon-princes were scattered throughout the entirety of the ornate, elaborate dining room, yet the collective sigh uttered by every mouth was a palpable hurricane churning in the air above them. A violent, fiery blush creeped into Levi’s neck, and Freya stilled her hand once more as he ducked his head in embarrassment.

She had to force herself not to sigh herself. “Relax, Levi. I’m not going to attack you.”

“Yes, hun, but that he wishes you would is the point,” said a voice from the opposite corner. A slash of daylight pierced through the window in front of him, illuminating the slender curve of his body. Even in that ridiculous costume. Asmodeus.

“If you know what I mean,” he finished. Freya didn’t have to look to know he was probably winking at them. The sunlight did nothing to illuminate the dripping sin of his voice.

Freya ignored the fresh wave of blood washing over Levi’s face, deepening the red even further. All that was needed was a quick blending of the brow-powder, and he’d be done, though if these idiots kept on rambling she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get him to hold still.

Even now, he seemed to vibrate in place, although he managed to keep himself in place enough to refrain from fidgeting. Freya worked as fast as possible, working as casually as she could without smudging the lines. If they could keep their mouths shut for once in their goddamn life--

“If what you mean is kissing, then yes. We do get what you mean. Levi, at least attempt to not think about it.”

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…..

SATAN, you motherFU--

“No one is kissin’ ANYONE, do ya hear me!?”

“Oo-oh, how scandalous!! I want to see someone kiss!”

“Okay, tell me I didn’t wake up from a nap just to hear about Freya kissing someone!”

“Relax, Belphie. No one is kissing.”

“Ya damn straight, no one is kissing. Not ever! If Freya is kissin’ anyone it’s gonna be m--”

“Me! It’d be me! After all, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?”

“Enough.”

As Lucifer silenced the room, Freya shot Satan a glare, who returned the gesture with a grin so warm you’d never know how on purpose that truly was. What an arsonist. Truly. It was practically art.

The dining room was momentarily cast in shadow -- Freya looked beyond a mortified Levi to see a thick wall of cloud oozing across the sky. A frown tugged the corners of her lips down.

“All right, you lot,” said Lucifer. His voice crawled into the spaces around them like congealed molasses. “Clear out. Diavolo wants to start shooting as soon as possible.”

The most awkward of silences left the dining room charged and heavy, and all but Levi and Lucifer started towards the main hall.

Meanwhile, Freya wanted to be conscientious of his personal boundaries -- as he so often said he didn’t like to be touched -- but Freya wasn’t just about to let Levi leave after that.

“Hey, look up for me one more time before you go.”

She and Lucifer made zero comments about how dark his skin had become in embarrassment -- magenta would be too fitting for comfort. Freya, in her peripherals, saw how Lucifer pretended to preen himself in a corner away from them, adjusting and then readjusting his feline costume so it couldn’t possibly fall any straighter or more crisp on the lines of his body.

Levi complied, absolutely rock-frozen as he titled his eyes to the ceiling. Even the inner workings of his jaw were inert with strain.

“Did you know,” Freya began, dabbing ice-silver highlighter to his waterline, “That giraffes throw up on a regular basis?”

She was momentarily met with silence as Levi made himself unclench his teeth. “Giraffes?”

“Mhm. An animal in the human realm. Really long neck. Think of a horse with a snake-neck.”

“Whoa. That sounds like a final boss or something. If their neck is so long, how do they not suffocate then?”

It was working -- his skin was clearing of blush, returning to a lovely cream-shade which she always thought brought out the gold in his eyes so well. Freya, in an effort to dispel some of his shame, didn’t meet his eyes when they gazed at her out of curiosity. She prodded the outside corner of his eye with the same highlighter, tapping the glimmer into place.

“Well… that’s what I wanted to know, so I researched it for awhile. They have a bunch of spaces in their stomach so as they digest food, they puke it up into their mouth and then eat it all over again. Bizarre, right?”

Levi’s subsequent grin made itself onto her face as well, though she was careful to still avoid his direct gaze. And, was that Lucifer’s cheeks lifted in the over corner over there, or was that her own imagination?

“That sounds like Beel,” he said, beaming at her.

“They were my favorite animal for awhile after that, just because I would always laugh when I thought of it. In an environmental class back home we studied this, and as soon as it was brought up, I just couldn’t stop laughing. I got kicked out of class.”

“OMG,” Levi said. “That is hilarious! LOLOL, like, I totally would’ve lost it too.”

“It’s ridiculous. But it does make me smile, even to this day. Maybe it’ll help you too now.”

Levi’s answer was something soft in his eyes, like a window being opened.

Freya snapped the ridiculously expensive highlighter palette closed, absentmindedly making a note to somehow manipulate Asmo into getting her one just like it.

She tried to refrain from kissing anyone in the academy but that palette… perhaps kissing was not beneath her after all...

“‘Kay. You’re good to go!”

The clogged energy tangibly evaporated as they both righted themselves in the chairs, widening the amount of space between them. Levi didn’t look fully recovered -- his movements were a little too fast, a bit too premature.

However, as he stood up to join the others, the dread from earlier wasn’t etched onto the crevices of his face, and he smiled before heading out the door.

“Thanks, Freya! Seriously.” He dashed through the entryway, the joyful spring under his feet practically palpable.

The next breath was drawn in through the nose. Freya turned to the impromptu makeup station Asmodeus had set up for her earlier in the morning once more.

“Okay, lurker,” she called out. “Sit your butt down before I decide I don’t want to do this anymore and set fire to the building so Diavolo will send me away.”

The waxed, polished, impeccable hardwood floors clapped his shoes in greeting with every intentional footfall. Even from the side while she retrieved more eyeshadow, she could see the grimace on his mouth. He was staring straight through her.

“Not funny.”

Freya couldn’t help but grin as she swiveled the chair to face him.

“It was funny, but we both know you wouldn’t admit it even if you agreed so let’s get to business, shall we?” Freya held up a pen of liquid eyeliner for him to see.

Lucifer made no further comment, but she could’ve sworn his jaw looked like it wanted to come undone in a smile, just for a second. He nodded, burgundy eyes locked onto her face.

“Scoot closer. This always sucks the most.”

When he complied, their legs were utterly entangled, each thigh resting lightly against the other’s. Freya didn’t stop or make a comment -- she knew the rules of the game with him and wasn’t going to lose because of that.

If anything, the contact excited her. She’d be close enough to catch any reaction he made, scrutinize every inch of his visage for a sign of victory. When one edge of his mouth lazily pulled to the side in the faintest smirk she’d ever seen, an impish gesture, she knew he was on the same wavelength.

Freya leaned in, closing the distance between their faces until the warm billows of his breath collided gently over her cheeks.

“Don’t mind me,” she said, bringing a hand to cup the cheek opposite the eye she was going to start on. “I have to steady myself because I had a lot of coffee this morning and I can feel myself about to have a seizure.”

Lucifer did smile at that, and she mirrored him as her fingers slipped through the hair at the back of his head. Silk. Fresh rain. A bubble of clouds. There didn’t seem to be a description accurate enough to articulate the softness of each strand. Her palm came to rest on his jaw.

The dick part of her wanted to ask what kind of conditioner he used, to purposely destroy the playful tension, if only to mitigate the effect the intimacy had on her. It was certainly a go-to, and she had half a mind to blurt it out when his expression suddenly changed.

“That was kind of you,” Lucifer murmured, and she could practically feel the heat of his red gaze wash through her, “What you did for Levi. Comforting him so as to not embarrass him further.”

An unwanted softness expanded in the pit of her belly and her hand momentarily haltered all movement. She drew back to look at him, and felt her waggish expression melt into something more like his own.

Freya’s gaze tugged down at their legs, spidered out in a flamboyant web of limbs. “I’m all for a good roast, but they should be more mindful with how often they pick on him. He already has super bad self-esteem.”

Lucifer grimaced as pain, sympathetic, cracked across her face. “That he does.”

“Makes me want to punch him,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly. Exhaling, Freya lifted the eyeliner pen to Lucifer once more, tracing a thin cat-eye along the edge of his lashes.

“If he says that he’s too gross to love one more time, I will use our pact to make him do daily affirmations until he stops. I’m not above that.”

It was a while before Lucifer reacted to that, and a few moments of silence soothed the spaces around them. When he seemed to smile, Freya kept wordless and leaned in further, cleaning up the sharp edge of the wing at his eye. If she leaned in any further, her lips would brush across his cheek. Adrenaline flooded her belly.

“Not the worst way to exploit your authority, I suppose.”

“Hell yeah. Call me the demon-whisperer, improving internal dialogue one Avatar at a time.”

She withdrew her hand just in time -- Lucifer’s cheeks avalanched in the expansion of a smile, twisting his mouth until the ivory-white of his teeth was exposed. Another grin, another victory.

“Sounds like quite the endeavor.”

“Quite right, Watson. Okay, done with that,” Freya said, ignoring his momentary confusion and scooting herself back to the pile of makeup. She exchanged the eyeliner for a pastel palette before picking up a small, fluffy brush.

“All Diavolo wanted was a mutuality between species, and here you are trying to rehabilitate the princes of Hell into developing a more healthy sense of self,” he mused.

Lucifer’s warm eyes lowered and tracked Freya’s movements as she closed in and began dabbing at his eyelids with a pale lavender color, which accentuated the darkness of his burgundy irises so nicely it was obscene.

Did she look as beautiful to him as he did to her?

“Oh, dear,” he chuckled. “Where did you go?”

It was just then that Freya realized she hadn’t been applying the makeup on him so much as she was staring at it.

“What’s wrong? Did the artistry of your own handiwork distract you?” His full lips twisted into a more mocking version of his earlier grin.

“Or is it simply my natural beauty you find so interesting?”

A low, humming laugh churned in the bottom of his throat as Freya’s nose wrinkled itself at him.

“Actually, I was just thinking that if this film wins first place, the entire Devildom will be witness to you and all of your furry glory.”

All of the mirth fled from Lucifer’s face as she spoke. Dark strands of aura collected around the crown of his head before winking out of existence.

“It’s an exciting thought, right?”

When his eyelids lowered, Freya leaned back in, blending in a blue pastel with the first. The air around him sizzled with tension that dripped off of his body. “As the film stands, there is almost a statistical impossibility that it will win the competition,” he drawled. So confident.

“So, basically, it’s a non-issue.”

“You really believe Diavolo -- or Barbatos for that matter -- who are obsessed with this project, couldn’t or wouldn’t pull strings in our favor?” The hand on his jaw exploded with invisible flame as she shifted it for no other reason than she wanted to--

Lucifer froze. Freya pretended to be absorbed in her work and readjusted her fingers -- a mere twitch of the extremity -- slipping several of them in the hollow under his ear while anchoring her thumb so that the pad of the fingertip framed the corner of his mouth.

A triumphant fanfare burst in her head. She got him, caught him off-guard. Enchanted him. The world was correct once more.

“Diavolo is a noble man,” she started, sweeping away the fallout with her knuckles. She caressed the soft skin under his eyes gently, with care. “But men like him -- the ones who proclaim to uphold truth and transparency…”

Lucifer did not move, even as she playfully tapped the tip of his nose with the makeup brush.

“Those are the ones you can’t trust.”

A few short moments passed before Lucifer spoke again.

“I don’t know what demons you’ve been hanging around,” he began, leaning forward an inch. “But some of us are perfect gentlemen.”

He was playing with her.

Do not look at his lips, do not look at his lips.

The brush in her hand lowered as Freya also leaned in, matching Lucifer’s bluff, and the crimson glow of his eyes was soon all she could see, rather than the eyes themselves.

“I’ve only met one perfect gentleman in my entire life. He was a golden retriever.”

She saw the curve of his eyes when he smirked.

“You clearly need better friends.”

“How fortunate I was kidnapped and brought here, then.”

“How fortunate, indeed.”

“Hey, are you guys going to kiss?”

The shock of the intrusion jolted both Lucifer and Freya, nearly pressing them together, so… maybe?

Lucifer recovered first, smoothly straightening in his chair like a candle wick burning true.

“What do you want, Asmo?”

Of course it was Asmo.

When Freya settled, returning the makeup brush to the tray, she saw Asmodeus hovering in the dining room’s entrance, the gold of his hair casting ethereal arcs of color across the archway.

His eyes were wide with curiosity. “Well, first, I want to see you kiss, but I also came to tell you Diavolo wants to start filming now.” Asmo’s gaze flickered back and forth between them.

“Tell Diavolo we’re on our way,” Lucifer said, saying nothing of the lewd request. After a tense moment and a hard glare, Asmo drifted off, the whites of his eyes revealed in an impressive arc.

“He realizes he can just kiss people, right?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the blank expression coating over Lucifer’s visage.

“He realizes,” Lucifer said. “It seems as if voyeurism is a big interest of his, however.”

Freya accidentally snorted. “I don’t know what isn’t.”

“Manners, perhaps.”

Someone sighed. Freya wasn’t sure if it was her or Lucifer. Eventually, the two shared a glance and his eyebrows rose in question.

“Is my makeup adequate enough for filming?” The brows remained high on his forehead, now teasing more than anything else.

Freya instinctively raked his features, looking for any asymmetrical flaws or lopsided shadow. There was nothing but a fleeting suspicion that it was only Lucifer’s immaculate complexion which completed the makeup, rather than the other way around. He wore the makeup, rather than the makeup highlighting the beauty already there. How ridiculous.

“One more thing, actually.”

The lazy affect warped into confusion, narrowing his features, and then awe, expanding them back again. Freya had darted in the space between their bodies, one finger somehow already dipped into a cherry-colored lip stain, and she began tapping the pigment onto Lucifer’s bottom lip, ignoring the way his mouth parted with shock.

“To match your eyes.”

He remained silent while he composed himself, drawing back his eyebrows and lips to a close. Freya forced her face to remain stoic -- the relish of eliciting these kinds of reactions was a special sort of drug, but to keep him playing along, she had to forfeit a few her victories to soften the blow to his ego. Demon of Pride and all. She was more than happy to keep up with him. Her giant ego demanded it.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Lucifer probed her gaze with his own, scrutinizing the miniscule movements her every facial feature made, but she gave away nothing. He was content to hold still until she was finished with him, smiling politely, the warmth not touching his eyes.

“And none for yourself?” he chirped.

Freya’s gaze darted to the makeup tray at her side, but a warm hand had gripped her chin and forced her head back to Lucifer. A swarm of butterflies awoke in her diaphragm.

“You dote on all of us so much,” he pronounced slowly, casually, bringing his thumb to his mouth. “But it seems as if you are often left wanting, isn’t that right?”

Heat so hot it was ice overturned her nervous system, bringing it to a halt. “It isn’t that bad. Beel buys me food. Asmo gives me clothes. Luke and Barbatos bake me whatever I want.”

Freya frantically attempted to memorize the feeling of his thumb brushing over her lips. Did he feel this tense when she’d done this, like a worn outlet ready to spark? She waited until he was satisfied to speak.

“I’d say I have it pretty good.”

Lucifer smirked, clearly unconvinced. He reached over her, grabbing a wipe from the table and cleaning his hand. Their faces were momentarily close once again, and the cologne from his neck wafted over her skin. So rich, like sandalwood, but faint at the same time. Noncommittal. It was a perfect scent for him.

When his gaze lowered to her mouth and back up again, she thought her form would explode.

“Hm. I’m not sure all of that’s an equal exchange, though.” He stared at her in bewilderment.

“... What?” Suddenly, she was too conscious of herself. Why did he look at her like that? Was he unsatisfied with the color or something?

She heard the roll of his stool before registering he’d placed his palms on her shoulders. They felt like boulders and feathers and as if they should be there all the time, keeping her from floating away in her wild fantasies of abandoning the human world so she could stay there forever. It was just like giraffes. Ridiculous… right?

“Your hair.”

Eh?

Lucifer’s eyes were sure and steady as they raked over her again and again.

“It should be down for the fight scene. When you faint, it should cover your face, create some symbolism there.”

… Interesting. She didn’t know he thought about details like that. Wasn’t this more of Asmo’s territory? Still, Lucifer had a point. She’d only braided that morning because it was convenient, getting too long and too curly for comfort.

“How dramatic,” she replied, chuckling at his sincerity. “You’re right, though. Obscuring the face makes a much bigger statement to the audience. Creates lots of tension.”

Lucifer’s knees knocked against hers, two entities floating alone in the ocean, and he moved his hands to the hair-ties at the end of her french braids.

They were dexterous, slipping off the rubber and untangling the curls without tugging on a single one. Goosebumps seeped through her skin, giving her a full-body euphoria.

If she was being honest, even this simple gesture had her feeling pampered, taken care of. It resembled nothing of the food or retail items she was frequently gifted with, although those were of course, appreciated.

No, this was like... communion. A merging of two. Freya found that she couldn’t muster a smirk or a smart-ass retort as Lucifer slipped his fingers through her hair, arranging it in perfect pieces that cascaded over her jaw. She felt she wanted to sleep instead. Take a nap. Fall asleep to the sensation of him there, soothing her into unconsciousness.

Ah. Any feeling of victory disappeared in an instant. This was too close to real intimacy to be a game.

Lucifer adjusted the curls one final time before gently extracting himself from her space. There wasn’t any trace of mischief on his face either, or deception, or avarice.

She caught herself absently grooming herself of invisible lint or stray hair in the moments after. It seems as if their communion was finished, and they were to get on with their mission for the day.

“Well,” Freya said, steadily rising to her feet. She extended a hand in his direction. “Ready to go to war over me?”

Lucifer’s subsequent smile radiated mirth. “Of course.” He curled his fingers around her palm and rose to face her.

“I always defend what is mine. To the death.”

An unexpected giggle erupted from him at the shock rapidly freezing her expression.

“I’m joking, Freya. I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

Lucifer jesting? How novel.

With her hand in his, they began making their way out of the dining room. The sun was out -- its light had finally defeated the storm clouds before it.

“Call me Helen, I guess.”

Their voices ricocheted off the elaborate carvings etched into the doorway.

“... You know the story of Troy, ri--”

“--Yes, Freya, I get the referen--”

“--Okay, cool. That would’ve been weird. I hate explaining jokes.”

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