#but the last thing he wants is to make mc cry as a result of pain

[zara-renata]

I shouldnt be surprised that the fandom is doing to caleb what it did to sylus. Even at their most possessive and dominant, none of these men would ever be cruel or mean to mc (sylus’s intro is an outlier that deserves its own essay), especially not to the point of pain unless it is mc’s specific kink, during sex or otherwise.

[sluttycelestialgoddess]

If you give Sylus a Hunter...

Synopsis. Sylus has a lot of fun making you beg.

Pairings. Sylus x reader(MC)

Content. MDNI. edging, fem reader, praise, crying, mentions use of evol, pet names (kitten, sweetie, good girl, etc), AFTERCARE.

Word Count. 2.2k (damn... pretty good for my first story)

Author's Note. Thanks for reading my first story! Let me know what you think, and feel free to leave me requests! I wrote this while listening to 'Be Quiet and Drive' by Deftones. (also, did you like the title... I thought of 'when you give a mouse a cookie' and giggled to myself) xo, Z/Chaos

MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT.

Sylus had you right where he wanted you. His bed. Again. He looked down at you with his usual arrogant smirk as you whimpered and squirmed. His crimson eyes seemed to be lit with that internal glow they had sometimes when he was excited or wanted something. “Now, now, kitten. Spread those pretty thighs for me. You don’t want me to use my evol again, do you?” he purred sardonically, his left eye beginning to actually glow.

You were almost at your wits end. It had been an hour since he grabbed you out of the hallway of his hilariously (or should you say outrageously?) huge home you were attempting to get to know your way around and all but threw you onto his bed, using his evol to hold your hands above your head as he stripped you bare. He was insatiable. You’d been staying with him for four days at this point and already you’ve had more sex than you had in the last 2 years combined. Which, in the grand scheme of things, you guessed wasn’t much considering you dedicated all your time to becoming a Hunter for Linkon City after the rise of wanderer attacks, resulting in a gnarly dry spell… but his hunger for you was bordering on absurd. Even so, you had to ask yourself… Does he ever get tired?

In this hour that he’d had you at his mercy, he’d managed to edge you to the pinnacle of ecstasy no less than five times, never letting you reach that sweet release. You were a shaking, sobbing, whimpering mess, and he loved it. You were half in the mind to use one of the safe words he declared you use on the first night if you ever found yourself not being able to handle something. But your pride was like a gag, not letting your tongue form the word. “Feather”. How fitting, the smug bastard. 

“‘Feather’ will be to stop. You say that and everything stops. We do not continue. There will be no “break and then get back to it”. Saying that means you’re done for the night. So just be sure that’s the one you want to use,” he had told you. At the time you had giggled, thinking it was endearing, thinking back on it now, you wanted to kick him in the face. No way in hell were you uttering the word “feather” while a trembling, whimpering mess. If only you could actually move your legs to kick him, but nope. Useless appendages. 

You realized Sylus was still waiting for you to comply with his request. Finally having an ounce of control over your legs after they had become jelly sometime in the last 20 minutes, you shakily opened your legs to him, a whimper leaving your lips as the cool air in the room met your soaked lips. I could kick him now… but then he’d keep me like this all night. Fucker.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well,” he praised, not seeing your thoughts, steadily growing fond of the idea of smashing your foot to his face. You internally smiled at your mental picture, but really you were enjoying yourself all things considered. He leaned over to rub soothing circles over your thigh before running a long finger through your sensitive folds. “You remember your safe words, correct?” he asked with a grin and you nodded, glaring daggers. He chuckled and hummed at how wet you’d gotten, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on you. Looking up to watch your reaction, he slipped his finger in, curling slightly to caress over the spot that always made you gasp. You did, and he smiled at the pretty sound, feeling pride at how well he knew your body. However, he was beginning to think he was being just a tad cruel as he watched your eyebrows knit together and the pitiful whimpers run into each other as they exited your lush lips. 

“Oh baby, I know, I know… I’ll let you come soon. Such a good girl… you look fucking delicious right now,” he cooed as he eased a second finger inside you and coated his thumb in your wetness before rubbing circles over your throbbing clit. Goosebumps covered your skin and you whined, your hips bucking up of their own accord. “Mmm, such a needy kitten. Sweetie, I think you could take a couple more, hm?”

You whimpered out unintelligible curses at the remark and he chuckled. “Sylus… I really don’t know if I can,” you say, finally having found your voice in the string of muttered curses and whines. You clenched your eyes closed as he pressed harder on your clit and curled his fingers deeper. That blossoming warmth entered your tummy again. You fluttered around him and he groaned, wanting so badly to see you come apart, but needing it to be while he was inside you so you could milk him for everything he had. 

“Relax, you can handle it,” he chided with a tsk. “I’ve seen you take more than this, sweet girl. You’re stronger than you think. Tell me how badly you want to cum,��� he groaned as you clenched harder around him. You were half scared he would pull back and deny you once again, but also half scared he wouldn’t and it would be over. He rubbed at your thighs, admiring how mouthwatering they were coated in your arousal. “Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.”

You felt the tears begin to sting the back of your eyes and you steeled yourself long enough to whisper through your moans, “Please, Sylus. Please let me cum, baby. I’ll do anything, just please…”

“Anything, hm?” he questioned, obvious interest in his tone as he leaned down and sucked lightly on your clit, replacing his thumb. You gasped as he rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub. Your legs shook fiercely and you cried out. Pulling back, fingers and all, he stood over you. The damn tease… His eyes never left yours as he deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, then his pants, rolling them both off and letting them pile on the floor. He leaned down and extended himself over you until your lips met in a passionate kiss. “If you’ll do anything, how about you stay true to your word by cumming around my cock?” he teased as he grabbed it and rubbed it through your slickness. 

“Yes, please,” you sighed against his lips, seeing this as him conceding as long as you came wrapped around him. His lips curved into a dangerous grin at your response, pushing inside with agonizing slowness. He groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet, I don’t even need to work it in,” he moaned appreciatively as he drove into you with one powerful thrust, no longer able to torture you with slow pumps. Once he was fully seated, he kissed you tenderly as began to move, rubbing his pelvic bone over your clit with every thrust. You whimpered, feeling the tears fall from your clenched eyes as the warmth began to spread again.

Sylus smiled down at your beautiful face, eyes clenched tight with tears trailing down your cheeks. Perfect… She is so perfect. “So beautiful, baby. You’re trembling. You’re so close, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he rubbed your hair with one hand to soothe you and wiped at your tears with the other. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so you only answered him through an eager nod and whimpers. “Hm, I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Sylus sped up, needing to see you lose yourself in pleasure. Lose yourself while clenched so tightly around him.

This was his favorite part, of course. After repeatedly bringing you to that edge, but pulling back before you could fall, you would always be so wound up that when the orgasm finally came, it would make you delirious with pleasure. He loved watching you as you finally crashed over the edge he kept you from and your face would contort in utter rapture, crying out his name and clenching so tight around him he’d have no choice but to follow you. He shook his head to focus on the present and ground against you to help you to reach what you’ve been begging him for. 

You whimpered as he gave his permission. You let go, no longer holding yourself back. The warmth in your tummy became an inferno as his thrusts became harder, rubbing your clit with his pelvis and the head of his cock jutting against that sweet spot inside you. You were so close. Just a little more pressure… “Please…” you begged on a needy sob. Sylus kissed you harder as he felt his own release building. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you up slightly in his arms, holding you so that you hovered over the bed as he pounded into you, holding you both up with his free hand on the mattress. The new angle had him going impossibly deeper, rubbing your clit against him with an intensity that finally pushed you over the boundary he had carefully pulled you from so many times. Your nails raked over his shoulders as you cried out. “Sylus! Yes!”

“That’s my good girl. Cum all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight,” he praised with a loud groan, rutting up into you as his own orgasm crashed over him. His grunts filled your ears, and it was his previous words coupled with them and his unrelenting ministrations that made your toes curl. Your body convulsed as wave after wave of pure bliss spiraled over your entire body. Your back arched into Sylus as his cum filled you, his thrusts not wavering as his body shook, ensuring he extended your pleasure as long as possible. 

Eventually, your cries subsided into soft, shuddering breaths as the tremors in your body slowly dissipated. Sylus sat back on his heels, holding you tightly the entire time you came down from your high, rubbing his hands down your back as you stayed wrapped around him. When your shaking stopped, he stood up from the bed. You stayed clutched to him as he walked to the washroom and started a bath. Sylus being Sylus, he added in his favorite epsom salts and relaxing bubble bath as the water filled up steadily. 

“My love, are you okay? I’ll hold you all night if you need, but I want to clean you up and take care of you. You did so well, but I know that had to be draining. Let me wash you then I’ll hold you so you can rest,” he whispered, rubbing his hands down your exposed ribs from where your arms were clasped like a restraint around his neck. He could feel your grip wavering and knew you were going to be out like a light as soon as your head laid down on his chest. You relented, loosening your grip in your legs around his waist as he wrapped his arm around your back and the other under your knees to lower you into the water. You sighed as you relaxed into it. 

“Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” he said and kissed the top of your head. Methodically, he washed your body, almost like he was worshiping. He took care to be gentle around the sensitive junction of your thighs, kissing your shoulder when he lightly passed over it. He took a cup and filled it with water to run over your hair and began to wash it with his shampoo. She’s going to smell like me… he smiled to himself as he massaged your scalp. After washing it out, he combed through your hair with his fingers coated in conditioner. 

Sylus made sure to take extra good care of you after long sessions like the one today, diligently washing you, feeding you, massaging sore areas, or simply holding you so you know how much he loves you. After fully washing you and drying you off, he carried you back to the bed and laid you down among the mass of pillows and plushies you had “adopted” (as you put it). So beautiful... He smiled down at you, showing you all the love and tenderness he held in his heart for you. You smiled back sleepily and reached out for him to join you. He climbed in and gently pulled your head to his chest, rubbing his hand over your thigh in invitation for you to put it over his to rest. 

You snuggled into him as he kissed your head. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered as you felt yourself beginning to drift off. Your speech slurred as sleep dragged you under. Sylus tightened his arms around you, his muscled chest hugging your cheek. 

“I will always take care of you, my love. You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine. I love you, sweetie. Rest.”

[crows4luna]

587 words. comfort. inspired by lola young's "you noticed." reader is afab. reader is not mc. sylus comforting you through an emotional meltdown. | my mental state has been all over the place as of recently. just needed to write a nonlinear vent fic because i desperately want to be held by this man. sending my love right now to those who need it. thank you for being here, there is still so much love that has yet to find and embrace you. <3

Your heart’s power always felt endless.

You were always sensitive, empathetic to the vulnerable things and questioning why you couldn’t fix things that left living beings in such vulnerable positions. You cried a lot more than you would’ve liked to admit—and matters were made worse when comfort was the thing you never got in return. Your relatives would always make fun of you for your innocent tears.

Little had anyone known that that part of you would stick with you into adulthood. You felt like you got worse.

The last time you cried like this was after graduating college—alone. Sure, there was obligatory familial celebrations. A mere passing “congrats” from every few relatives. It was obligatory, the question of sincerity be damned. You had been driven into a corner from feeling like it was all you had for the flourish of your future. It took everything from you.

It was meaningless.

You felt more stuck than ever now, purposeless.

In spite of it, Sylus never failed to express his love for you. How much you and this major accomplishment mattered. He was the first person to call you on your very last day of class, while already waiting in the parking lot to take you home and celebrate with a lavish, homemade dinner.

(He’d been learning your favorite recipes, Luke and Kieran told you.)

Still—you felt like your soul was gone. The future was uncertain. Your path was uncertain, because once upon a time, others helped you curate one to get to this point. Now, you had to do everything on your own. The world was too big, too horrifying.

Now…?

You didn’t like crying. You didn’t like crying in front of other people.

You were curled up on Sylus’ bed, sniffling and blubbering into the thick duvet you held to your face. The rich, cashmere sheets were familiar to you in all too many ways. You’ve known your beloved for long enough, but being in his arms when you were like this made you wail like a child.

A big crybaby.

—Big girls don’t cry. You keep crying like this and you won’t grow up—if you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about—

“Kitten…”

His deep, smooth voice whispers into the side of your head, nuzzling his nose against it and kissing your cheek in a tender gesture. Sylus tightens his embrace around you. His own heart aches beneath his chest, knowing you’ve burdened all this pain over the years. The immense pressure to do well—to the point of beating yourself down to act like a no-nonsense, power hungry husk.

But he knew better. More than you would—more than you would ever admit to yourself.

“It’s alright,” Sylus continues speaking. His hand on your back continues to move in circular motions, while the arm around your waist remains secure. “Hey, you’re perfect—you know that?”

You want to speak, gods know you do. But right now—you were torn down to shattered pieces that were a result of how much you were keeping in. Your body needed this. Your soul ached for this, in order to feel whole again.

And Sylus—your heart—was guiding you steadily, slowly. At your own pace.

You hiccup, heaving through quivering tears, “...I love you… I love you… I’m sor—”

“None of that,” he murmurs. He kisses your cheek again, “You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

[rashomonss]

The Archives

a/n: so the results from my last post came in and since y’all are interested in my scrapped drabbles and headcanons I present to you all of them, hope you enjoy! all of this contains angst so be warned

the lost unfinished pieces

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original concept/ idea: I got barbatos’ RAD uniform in nightbringer and it suddenly made me think of this. This is with the bros and MC who just woke up from their coma thing that happened to them while in thirteens cave. This was supposed to feature more characters and be a bit longer but I never got around to it

You woke up to a familiar feeling plush bed and room, and upon closer inspection you found then realized it was yours.

You hadn’t been in your room much since going back to the past, but to be laying in your bed and in your pajamas nonetheless was enough to make you feel as if everything you’ve experienced for the last few grueling weeks was something striaght out of a bad dream.

You didn’t bother to check your surroundings, instead you fell out of bed and rushed out the door.

You had to see them. You had to make sure they still remembered you.

You had to hear them say “I love you” again.

That’s the only thing that was pushing your tired body down the hall. It didn’t matter if you were too dizzy to walk, you had to hear them say they loved you.

You searched and searched but couldn’t find a single demon, that was until you heard noise coming from the living room.

So you rushed into the room eagerly waiting to see your beloved demons, and there they were, laughing, talking, reading, sleeping, and all.

You knew it was them, you were certain, after all no one else wears their RAD uniforms in such a manner.

You ran over to Lucifer and threw most of your weight on the poor demon, if he hadn’t sensed you, you might’ve actually startled him.

You clung onto the back of his uniform and fell to the floor crying. The first born along with all the others turned around worried as to why you suddenly broke down crying, much less after clinging onto Lucifer.

Lucifer grabbed your face and made you look up at him. He wore a worried expression and looked over your face puzzled. “MC what’s-“

You cut him off and enveloped him in a hug continuing to sob even more. After a few moments you then let go and broke down in front of him.

“I’ve missed you all so much, you won’t believe the torture I had to go through it was horrible, all of you didn’t remember me, as a matter of fact we hadn’t even met yet.”

“I had to listen to all of you call me an attendant and boss me around, and you were even rude to me again and said I wasn’t part of the family. I know you were just trying to protect your brothers, but it still hurt. Plus I had to go through each day without being able to tell any of you I loved you and that I was there for you.

Because if I did you all would then look at me as if I was crazy.

Instead you all acted like you didn’t like me and complained when I didn’t fix a problem. And Diavolo threatened to send me back to the human world, even Luke was rude to me at the beginning”

“I couldn’t hold you all or kiss you all or even recall memories of us together. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say I love you, to each of you again” you cried out.

Each brother looked at the other surprised as you continued to babble to Lucifer about things they didn’t understand, the oldest even looked shocked and didn’t know what to do with you.

“MC!” a voice then shouted from behind you.

As you turned to hear who the voice belonged to, you found yourself being pulled away from Lucifer and into Solomon's arms harshly. The Avatar of Pride then glared at the sorcerer who returned his look with a menacing smile.

“Why didn’t you say anything about MC being awake? How long have they been awake?” Solomon said inspecting your body.

“Solomon let me go, I wasn’t finished talking” you yelled struggling in his grasp. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” He asked, puzzled.

“That we’re back home” you replied trying to free yourself to reach your demons.

Solomon’s face dropped and he looked down at you then to the brothers who were also equally confused.

“MC I would refrain from saying anything else…” he then said quietly in your ear.

“Why’s that”

“Because this is still the past.”

Your heart dropped and your eyes widened in shock as you slowly began to face the sorcerer with a look of despair.

“But their RAD uniforms…” you said, gesturing to the seven demons in front of you.

“These are the final designs for the uniform and Diavolo asked if we could try them on today since they just got delivered,” Lucifer replied.

“Is everything alright MC?” Mammon questioned.

All you could do was stare at them with an unreadable expression and then walk away with Solomon without another word.

Your Cherished Mark

original idea: this was supposed to feature all the brothers, but Mammon is the only one I was able to think of, then I just gave up lol

You were busy trying to stop Mammon and Levi from fighting about something to do with respect again. Honestly that's all they ever fought about, and each time their words stung deeper than the last. It hurt to hear so you would ignore it, that was until the fights became physical. Then and only then would you have to break it up.

The yelling became more tense between the two as they got in each others faces. So yelling a simple "stay" was directed towards the two demons. However after a second or two of struggling Mammon was able to move and began to yell at Levi again.

Sighing you pushed him out into the hall hoping to calm him down with a few words.

"Mammon enough with the fighting. You're being loud and disturbing everyone inside." You pressed.

Mammon rolled his eyes and looked at you. "He started it! Why am I the one getting punished huh?"

"I'm not punishing you, l'm just trying to talk to you.”

"Listen MC. It's nice you're tryna help and all but this is between Levi and I. You wouldn't understand.” Mammon said, before walking off.

"Mammon" you said softly as he left down the hallway, quite grumpy.

An ache in your chest made you clench it through your shirt. Then something caught your attention, Mammon was able to break free when you used a command.

It couldn't be...not now…

Not this soon.

Running to the nearest bathroom you ignored Asmo and Beel as they said hello and threw open the door, then locked it.

Throwing off your shirt you looked to the area right above your heart and stared at the bare skin.

There was no emblem, no small mark, no slightly darker symbol. There was nothing, nothing at all.

It was gone.

Mammon's pact mark was gone.

“There's no way," you said, disbelief filling your voice.

You felt the skin for something, anything, hoping this was just some sick dream. You even tried activating the mark by trying to summon him, but nothing worked.

Because nothing was there.

The pact you had with Mammon was gone. The very first pact you made coming to the Devildom was now gone.

The only source of connection you had to your first man was now severed.

And no amount of clawing or scratching or even bleeding would bring that mark back.

However you tried. You cried and sobbed as you tried to feel for the missing mark. Soon after failed attempts to find it you fell to your knees and held that area, praying that this wasn't true.

Outside the bathroom Asmo and Beel stood looking at each other with a worried expression.

What could have possibly made you so upset?

Somewhere at a much different time a blood curdling wail rang out in the House of Lamentation.

Six demons rushed to the room of the demon in question only to find a trashed room, a broken mirror and the second born livid beyond belief as he clutched his chest.

The six demons unconsciously placed a hand over their beloved mark wondering if they’d be next.

A Family Without You

original concept/ idea: supposed to be much longer with comfort provided at the end but I was too upset at him to finish it lmao

“That’s between my brothers and I. Don’t stick your nose into our business just because you happen to be curious.”

Your face froze and you felt your heart drop. He didn’t mention you?

Of course why would he? Lucifer didn’t consider you family, you were just a demon attendant that was there to help them, and most of the time he thought you to be a bother. So for a demon such as you to stick their nose into his brother's business when you’ve barely even known them would set off a red flag in Lucifer’s head.

“We’ve only just met, why are you so insistent on involving yourself in our lives? Don’t tell me it’s because you find us intriguing since we used to be angles” He stated.

“No, I’ve told you already I just want to help you all, you’re important to me, I really don’t have any ulterior motives”

“Enough, I don’t want to hear it. Just head back to Cocytus Hall.

“You know what fine I will, but don’t bother coming to me for assistance when one of your brothers gets hurt down here.” You said slamming the door.

Readjusting Continued

original concept/ idea: this was supposed to be a continuation of it in a long format but I scrapped it after I got an ask with my exact thoughts

Readjusting to life with the brothers was easier said than done.

You tried your hardest to open up your heart as well as your mind to them after coming back to the present. And of course you loved them just like you used to, however something was different now.

There was this wall between you and them that they couldn’t seem to break no matter how hard each of them tried. Sure you were happy and sure you claimed to love them, but it wasn’t the same, you weren’t the same.

“The past changes everyone” is what Solomon had told them.

“Just give them time, I’m sure they’ll come around”

Easy enough for him to say, each brother thought. Solomon was the only one MC would act at ease with. They even went so far as requesting to move in with him and the angles at Purgatory Hall.

Diavolo was still considering your request of moving much to the brothers dismay, but they chose to go with whatever decision you felt most comfortable with, even if they didn’t agree with it. They found themselves not agreeing with many things you did nowadays. For example the fact that you micromanaged most of their activities and tasks throughout the day freaked them out.

You had kept a schedule of what they were supposed to complete along with completing your own work per usual. Oftentimes you offered to even do, or help Lucifer with work you knew he couldn’t finish on his own. It was nice to have a helping hand at first he thought, however after the third or fourth stack of documents he found it worrisome that you were able to complete that many in a short amount of time. Something he even found tiring to do alone.

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original concept/ idea: I’m a sucker for MC being distant when they return from the past and the bros being so pissed off about it, I never finished this because I was waisted when i wrote it

It hurt.

It hurt his pride, when Lucifer didn't receive the same amount of pampering and attention he had been used to.

It also hurt when you didn't offer to spend every late night moment you could with him. He wished to go back to your nightly talks in his office while you supported him through piles and piles of paperwork.

He wished to be the center of your attention at large galas and balls again; since he had always been the first one you talked to or danced with.

After not seeing you for such a long time he longed for the same version of you that left that day. Yet that version was nowhere to be found.

The human that had disappeared that dreadful day had come back entirely different.

Not once did he ever blame you for that though.

Instead it was all Solomon's fault.

That sorcerer captured your attention the way he used to, the loving words of encouragement that always were meant for him changed directions and were meant for another. Hearing you speak so boldly of him damaged his pride greatly.

It also hurt like hell when Mammon couldn't pull you away from a conversation with someone like he used to.

In the past you'd follow him without question because the two of you had always been inseparable. Well that was part of it, you always had a bit of a soft side for your first man.

Sometimes it was hard denying him.

But this time was different. He didn't know how to process that slightly annoyed glare you shot him when he tried pulling you away from the witty sorcerer.

Of course he was used to your looks from time to time but this was completely different. You genuinely didn't want to talk to him at the moment.

He had become second to someone for the first time.

Which greatly pissed him off. He was your first, but you weren't acting like it.

However what had really broken him and his ego was when you claimed that him being your first man was just a little joke. After hearing that come out of your mouth he couldn't help but quietly wait to the side until you finished talking to Solomon.

Levi couldn't stand the thought or even the sight of the way you laughed with Solomon.

You had laughed with him like that sure, but your laugh just wasn't the same. Your laugh brought butterflies to his stomach like usual, but did his do the same for yours?

Levi watched the way you gazed as Solomon would go on rants about new spells or potential potions he wanted to try, and admits that he couldn't help but wonder. Did you gaze at him like that when he talked about a new anime or a new game that had just come out?

Then it dawned on him, you did. That look had been reserved for him, and only him. Your wonderful gaze that always watched closely and listened to what he said even when no one else would. That look he loved seeing on your face so much was now reserved for someone else.

His jealousy ran to his core. He couldn't stand sight of the two of you, so much so he decided to avoid you for a while.

But what really pushed him over the edge was the fact that you didn't even notice him distancing himself.

It really pissed off Satan when you didn't go to him for any sort of help.

You needed help reviewing something for a class?

He would offer, but you'd politely decline, then follow up by explaining how Solomon already offered to help you.

He was your study buddy. This was established, it was just the way things were done with you.

But apparently that's not the case anymore.

After coming back you claimed to not need his help mainly because you didn't want to bother him.

But was that really the case?

You were never a bother to him.

He enjoyed those moments with you while you seemed to now enjoy them with Solomon in the exact same spot Satan would tutor you in the library.

When he walked in the library the sight of you two talking and laughing had caught his attention. In a fit of rage and hated he destroyed a wall.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair at all.

Asmo was much better looking. His sense of style was always something everyone wanted to obtain but couldn't. His hair, face, and accessories always made him stand out above others. Mainly because he was just simply better. He was constantly sought after daily.

But even with all the love he had received there was only one type of love that had mattered to him. And it was the actual true love you showed him when you first arrived.

So why was he having such a hard time trying to get that same love now?

There he was absolutely dazzling yet your gaze was fixed on the sorcerers messy bed hair he got from passing out on his desk for the third time in a row.

You smiled and fixed Solomon's hair as he thanked you, all while Asmo had been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes.

Solomon knew what he was doing.

Asmo knew that's much. After all he knows him better than anyone.

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original concept/ idea: so I know so many people write about how the brothers would love MC’s “demon form” in Nightbringer. However what would happen if when you return from the past in that same form instead of loving it they actually hate it, mainly because they knew personally how hard it was to adjust to that form. So to see you in it brings back unsettling memories.

You had never thought much about the horns (that were almost identical to that of a ram), that rested on your head, or the wings or tail that decorated your back.

It was all just for show after all.

You conjured them with magic for your survival in the past. Besides, you needed others to believe you were a demon one way of another, so as they say 'when in Rome do as the Romans do.

Even if the brothers and the others knew you were human Diavolo still suggested you stay disguised due to many demons not knowing, and for your own safety, which of course you agreed.

So in return you became used to looking at this demon version of yourself in the mirror everyday.

It didn't take much magic to change your appearance so you would unconsciously have your horns and other accessories on at all times.

This was the norm.

They were used to seeing you in this attire everyday, so why are they freaking out now..?

Why are they giving you shocked expressions and whispering to themselves?

You hated it.

They did too.

All of them couldn't contain their excitement when Solomon informed them that you were ready to return to the present again. You were finally ready to return to where you belong.

Each of them waited as Solomon appeared after a second, and then finally you appeared as well.

As your figure glowed they made out your human silhouette and sighed with relief, but as the rest of you began to form they soon saw horns and other things adorn your back.

When you finally appeared in front of them they were at a loss for words.

Your hair was worn in a different fashion than they were used to seeing, it looked more formal. Your attire was also different, much different.

You fit right in at the Devildom with your outfit.

Next was your horns.

When did you get horns..? They each questioned

And lastly were the things that adorned your back.

If they had to assume, this was your demon form?

But why would human such as yourself need to take a form like this?

The Curse Of Living With The Sins

original concept/ idea: living with demons you love is something most would dream of. However one thing that is never shown is the side of them that truly embodies their sin. Like the title suggests it was supposed to feature all the brothers but I could only think of Lucifer and Beel

It's hard to reason with the Avatar of Pride at times because of course, his pride gets in the way of things.

Arguments between him and his siblings aren't usually serious, however if Lucifer has had a particularly bad day then he will be unbearable to reason with.

So if Satan and Belphegor were to upset him via prank or if Mammon received another letter from a bank he would get ready to punish everyone. Sometimes the others don't even deserve it, Lucifer just finds himself needing to take his anger out on others.

Mainly you.

He’s never wrong in his eyes. How could someone so perfect such as him be wrong against a human.

He made sure to remind you of that if push came to shove.

Often times during the night it's been harder to get a good nights sleep due to the kitchen being raided by the Avatar of Gluttony.

And with your room being right behind the kitchen it's not so easy to ignore. The sound of opening and closing doors and cabinets can be heard along with the ripping of new cardboard boxes. Beel himself doesn't realize how loud he is until you walk in the kitchen rubbing your eyes.

"Are you hungry too MC? There's still some food in the fridge if you want to share" he responds smiling at you. A cute gesture really but you'd be more appreciative if he just went to bed.

"Beel it's late please go to sleep before you wake anyone else up. Also if you continue to clear out the fridge Satan and Lucifer are sure to get on you about that tomorrow morning"

Reluctantly Beel sighs and finishes eating the last of whatever leftovers were in the fridge.

Then with your guidance walks back to his room for bed.

Finally making it to your own room after cleaning up the mess in the kitchen you are able to lay down comfortably in your own bed. Soon a wave of tiredness washes over you and you find yourself right on the brink of sleep, that is until you hear the fridge door open and shut.

"Damn it Beel" you curse, now sitting up wide awake. Looks like it's going to be another one of those nights, you think opening your door ready to head back to the kitchen.

Forgetfulness

original concept/ idea: MC isn’t feeling well so they mistake nightbringer satan for their satan

Maybe it was the food Solomon cooked, or possibly all the liquor you had consumed but your head wasn’t in the right place at the moment. What made things even more difficult for you was the fact that Lucifer had called you over to the House of Lamentation because his brothers were causing a ruckus again.

The walk there was horrific on your end. You felt sick and had a major headache. However that never stopped you before, so like always you carried on and made it.

Upon your arrival you saw a few of them destroying the living room, which you put a stop to right away. Sighing, you made them clean up the house and watched as Lucifer scolded them as well.

After everything was done you ended up passing out on the couch in the living room for a couple of hours.

Maybe it was due to the fact that you were placed in a comfortable position when you woke up, or maybe it was the fact that one of Belphie’s favorite blankets was draped over you.

Whatever the case was, you woke up feeling at home.

It took you a minute, but you managed to get up and take the blanket with you to one of the quietest rooms in the house.

You knocked softly once but there was no answer, after the second time you could finally hear shuffling from the other side as the demon made his way towards the door.

Muffled words that sounded quite annoyed could be heard as the door unlocked and opened to reveal the fourth oldest.

“Lucifer if you’re here to nag-…oh…um hello MC” He said slightly confused but somewhat sweet nonetheless. You should’ve paid more attention to his tone before.

You nodded and pushed past him, soon flopping down onto his bed and making a comfortable spot for yourself in his blankets, while Belphie’s blanket got mixed with the rest.

The blond shot you a confused look that you paid no attention to. Once you had finally found a comfortable spot you looked at him and motioned for him to join you, which in turn made Satan greatly surprised. He reluctantly took a seat on the edge of the bed gazing down at you.

“I’ve always loved how comfortable your pillows were,” you said softly after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

Satan watched you quietly in response. This was the first time you had laid in his bed with him knowing, so he was slightly confused as to what you were talking about. It took him time to formulate a response but when he finally did you had long fallen asleep wrapped up in his blankets.

Sighing Satan left you and walked over to his favorite chair and resumed the current book he was reading. Not too long after you had woken up again, much to his surprise.

“What are you reading?” You yawned, rolling over to face him.

“Well it’s called…” before he could even say the name you smiled at the cover. That was the first book in his collection he lent you. It was one of his favorites too, and to be frank it’s what made the two of you so close.

If he hadn’t lent you that book then you wouldn’t have picked up reading discussions with him. Thanks to that the current book he was reading had become one of your favorites.

“I can’t believe you’re reading it again, what’s this now the thirtieth time you’ve read it? I don’t blame you though, I love that book” you replied, giving him a tired smile.

His brows quirked up in confusion. This was the first time he had read this book, however you were saying he had already read it, more than once at that. What was more surprising was the fact that the book had just been published last week. However he said nothing on the matter and gave you a short reply.

You opened your eyes and saw the fourth born laying beside you underneath the blankets. His breathing was soft and he looked so peaceful as his hand held yours.

You moved closer towards him and smiled softly as you placed a kiss on his cheek. Soon after he began to stir and quickly woke up, smiling back at you.

“Good morning” you replied, placing a kiss on his lips. A gesture like this was normal for you both. Whenever you slept with him either one of you would wake the other with a kiss.

But to your surprise he didn’t return the gesture. Instead Satan quickly sat up looking surprised, and flustered. You could tell the blond was trying his best to keep calm.

You furrowed your brows for a second before it dawned on you. This in fact was Satan, but this was not your Satan.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” you said sitting up as well, trying your best to cover up your embarrassment.

“It’s fine. I was just surprised you kissed me is all” Satan replied after clearing his throat.

“I didn’t mean to. It’s just…” you began to say.

“Just…?” The blonde asked, waiting to hear your answer.

“Forget it, it's not important.” You said, giving him a small smile.

Satan watched you with concern but sighed not wanting to press the topic further. However a question did pop into his head not long after.

That’s all for now! Thanks for reading

[devildomsoup]

I was reading your "Silly little headcannons" and saw that you said that Barbatos "Will cradle MC like a little baby when he is stressed or just missed them." Which, for one, is so adorable I love that so much!!! If you haven't already, if you could just do a short fluffy fic with that scenario I would be delighted! 🥰 Thank you very much for hearing me out!

Hold Me Close to Your Heart

Genre: Fluff

Character: Barbatos

MC: gender neutral they/them

Type: Oneshot

A/N I wanted to post this way sooner than this but exams are sadly occupying a lot of my time right now.

Barbatos was not having a good day. So far it had actually been nothing but awful.

It started with one of the Little. Ds breaking an expensive vase. Then it turned out that the spices Barbatos had ordered would be delayed. On top of that, someone had decided to eat all the treats for an upcoming meeting. To make it all worse they were all out of sugar because a Little. D dropped the container with it. The sugar was all over the floor which meant that not only did Barbatos need to head out and buy new sugar he also had to clean the entire kitchen floor.  

His shopping trip was also awful. 

For some reason, the entire Devildom had decided that they needed to go grocery shopping that day. The checkout line was stupidly wrong and there were at least 5 demons who tried to skip the line. When Barbatos finally got out of the store it started to rain and because of all the bags, he was crying he couldn’t hold an umbrella resulting in him coming home soaking wet. 

But the worst thing had to be what happened at the castle while he was away.

Solomon had somehow managed to get into the castle's kitchen and decided to cook one of his abominations. Making yet another mess for Barbatos to clean up.

It was safe to say that Barbatos was feeling just a little bit stressed. But the stoic demon of course did not show it. Not even a slightly furrowed eyebrow could be seen on his face. But on the inside, he was screaming bloody murder. Sadly, he could not do much else than clean the mess, change his clothes and continue fulfilling his duties. 

Evening came and so did more trouble. The universe just did not want Barbatos to have it easy. 

A tired sigh escaped his lips as he placed the last fork in the drawer where it belonged. He was more than happy with the day coming to an end. Barbatos rubbed his temples, turned off the lights and walked out of the kitchen. As Barbatos made his way through the many halls of the castle he came across his Young Master.

"Good evening Young Master.”

“Good evening Barbatos it seems like you have a guest waiting at the pavilion.”

That was strange, he was not exciting anyone, but Barbatos made his way to the garden where the pavilion was, nonetheless. The halls were eerily quiet and the only sound you could hear was the quiet clicks of Barbatos’ shoes. As he reached the garden, he could not help but wonder who this so-called guest was. Had he really forgotten something so important as a guest visiting? Surely that could not be true.

Arriving at the pavilion Barbatos stopped dead in his tracks as he saw someone he did not expect. Sitting there was MC. No wonder he could not recall having gusts, MC had never said they were going to be here.

“Surprise,” MC said sheepishly, not quite sure how to interpret Barbatos.

“Uhm… Luke and I made too many cookies, so I thought I would drop by and give some to you and Diavolo. When I arrived Diavolo grabbed a bunch of cookies for himself and then told me to wait here,” MC explained, gesturing towards the box of decorated cookies beside them. 

Barbatos quietly walked over to MC and sat down beside them.

“Hope I didn’t arrive at a bad time. I can leave if it is,” MC spoke, still unsure of what Barbatos’ actions meant.

Barbatos did not say anything, instead, he just pulled Mc onto his lap and warped his arms around them holding them close to his chest. 

"Barbatos?”

“My apologies. That was unbecoming of me to do,” Barbatos responded, starting to let go of MC.

“It’s okay.”

After hearing that Barbatos tightened his grip, he pulled MC closer to his chest. Nothing in the 3 realms could make him let go of them now. This was all he needed right now. Everything else was unimportant; the only thing that mattered was MC. Barbatos removed his gloves so he could enjoy the warm feeling of MC’s skin better. There was something so comforting about the warmth of a human. Sure, some demons were warmer than a volcano but the earth from a human was special. Even when Mc was cold their body still emitted a certain warmth. Maybe that warmth was just the feeling of comfort that spread through Barbatos’ body whenever he got to hold MC.  

A small evening breeze travelled through Barbatos’ hair making MC tuck a few stray strands behind his ear. It was strange Barbatos always made sure to keep his composure yet when it was just him and MC, he lost it. The face that usually only wore a service smile or a neutral expression was now filled with our adoration and joy. The eyes that were usually cold and calculating were now looking ever so gently at MC like they were the most prized jewel in all of the 3 realms. 

How Barbatos had longed for this moment. Always thinking of how nice it would be to simply wrap his arms around MC and hold them close. After having such an awful day there really was nothing better than that.

Looking at MC he noticed how their eyes were beginning to close and before Barbtost knew it Mc had drifted off to sleep in his arms. Barbtos did not mind at all. It meant they felt comfortable enough in his arms to lower their guard. 

“Sleep tight, you are safe in my arms.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heya! We recently got back into the arcana after having distanced for a few years, and I have been playing Muriel's route.

Well I fell in love again, along with a lot of our system, and we were wondering, if you could use the prompt of "M6 finds out MC is a system" or something like that? If you in have trouble finding information that can help, looking up DID can help get a good grip on systemhood!

If you don't feel comfortable with that I have a back up since we do want to suggest a prompt "M6 reacts to MC age regressing" if you haven't done that? I'd imagine Lucio's would be absolutely amazing and hilarious.

The Arcana HCs: When MC Age Regresses

~ @selfcarecollective I went with the age regression prompt, if only because that's something I'm a bit more familiar with! I hope you enjoy these ^.^ - brainrot ~

-- for writing purposes, MC is age regressing in their shared space with the M6 because they feel safe and supported enough to do so, but haven't gotten around to telling M6 about it yet. this can be read with the M6 being either a romantic or platonic partner, however, ALL INTERACTIONS ARE PURELY PLATONIC WHILE MC IS IN THIS HEADSPACE. thank you ^.^ --

Julian

Genuinely terrified

Here is what he knows: something has happened.

He does not know what that something is, or why it's resulted in you acting and speaking like a child, but he can tell it's not fake and he doesn't like the way you start to get upset when he asks about it

Which is right about when his protective older brother instincts kick in. He doesn't know why you seem to be working with a child's brain, but he knows how to take care of kids

And he's definitely committed to taking care of you

Finds that the best way to calm you down (and to calm himself down) is to wrap you up in a nice, safe, long hug

Starts asking gentler, simpler questions about what you need and works with that

He quickly finds that you're very receptive to being entertained, so he launches into the first story he can think of

You both quickly get caught up in said story, and that's how you end up bundled in blankets on the couch while he paces the room and soaks up all your reactions to his tall tale

Spends three days buried in all the age regression information he can find and emerges with a five page list of questions

Asra

Low-key thinks it's a fun game at first and just goes with it

Until you stub your toe playing hide-and-go-seek in the closed shop and start honest-to-goodness crying in a ball on the floor

Okay now they're a little worried, that's not your usual behavior

Step 1: double check that touch is ok

Step 2: ask to hold your foot and then do a flashy magic spell to make the pain go away

Step 3: scold the shop counter for getting in the way of your poor toes and watch you start to giggle

Step 4: cuddle you close and use the safety to try to get a read on what's happening in your head through your bond

Step 5: quietly realize that your mind is reverted to a young state and resolve to give you the happiest glimpse of childhood he can

What follows is them taking the rest of the day/night off to spoil you and snuggle you and listen to you and do all sorts of silly things to make you smile

Yes, this includes covering yourselves (and the shop by extension) in glow-in-the-dark paint

Yes, this includes Faust playing peek-a-boo with you until you laugh yourself sick

Nadia:

She's not proud of it, but the first place her mind flickers to is the off chance that you're mocking her in some way

After spending her entire life trying not to be associated with childish things, seeing you acting in such a way touches on relational insecurities that she's trying to leave in the dust

This concern only lasts for maybe two seconds, though, because a quick look into your eyes tells her you're not faking anything

Well, she does love to care for you

She's still learning how to play the support role when it comes to emotional connection, but she thrives on the opportunity to physically provide for you

You seem like you could use some comfort. She can do that

She calls for your favorite food, she cradles you on her lap, she gently smooths your hair out of your face and wraps you in her softest blankets

And she talks with you. Just talks, not a discussion around improvement plans or a philosophical heart-to-heart. She finds out what your favorite color is and which part of her face you like most

Her first question when you're back to your usual self is how best to care for you like that in the future

Muriel:

Immediately notices you slipping but doesn't breathe a word because he wants to know what's happening before he does anything about it

Okay, this seems fine, you're clearly in a very child-like state of mind (he's had enough flashbacks to have a rough idea of what that's like) but you seem content and happy

Why are you smiling at him like that

Why are you climbing into his lap

Wait no no no don't curl up and go to sleep on his chest, he still isn't sure what's going on with you, what if he somehow hurts you while you're vulnerable like this??

Okay, you're just resting. And you seem extra happy when he holds you close and safe. ... and you're looking at the carving he's working on like you want to play with it

Well ... if it makes you smile ...

A few hours later, Muriel has unlocked several new skills: giving the carvings names. Giving the carvings individual voices. Helping you build an elaborate plot about the carvings' adventures

He eventually convinces you to get off his lap by having Inanna lie on top of you instead. She now considers you her pup

Does begin a new collection of carvings, specifically for you to enjoy next time you're in that headspace

Portia:

Baffled

But somehow instinctively knows what to do

She can tell right away from the way you're holding yourself to the change in your speaking patterns that your head isn't in the space it usually is. She just wants to make sure that that's a good thing

Also, you're oddly adorable like this

She'll ask you a few basic questions, but her nurturing instincts are strong, so as soon as she has a rough idea of what's going on she's jumping straight into gentle older sister mode

Will find a quiet, grounding activity to do with you so you can stay focused on something soothing while she keeps interacting with you and keeping tabs on your physical and mental state

She makes cookies (has it been mentioned that she stress bakes? she stress bakes) and has the time of her life rolling them out with you, making different shapes and counting chocolate chips

Pepi goes out of her way to lean on you and purr whenever she gets the chance so you stay extra grounded and safe

When you're back in your normal headspace, she's going to ask you about it first before trying to do any research. She wants to focus her efforts on your specific experience more than anything

Lucio

It's a good thing this is happening during down time or he would be beside himself with panic

He's still panicking a little, of course, but since you seem happy and uninjured and since Mercedes and Melchior aren't acting up he figures that this is just normal magician weirdness

He comes to the conclusion that you had an accident with a spell and now you have your child brain instead of your normal brain

Oh CRAP he's not good with kids, he knows he's not good with kids, he wants you to be happy, what does he do???

He tries asking you a few panicked questions, but it only seems to be distressing you and he hates seeing you upset

Sweets. Kids like sweets. He also likes sweets. And you don't seem like you're about to scold him for blowing his budget ...

He takes your hand in his non-metal one, throws a hooded cape over you that he knows you like, and marches you through the town until he finds the closest bakery

The rush of joy he feels from watching you light up at getting to pick as many sweets as you want is unrivaled

And watching you play tag and giggle with the dogs is even sweeter while you work off the resulting sugar high

[itrithenbartist]

I love you headcanons for sunny day jack. I was wondering if you have headcanons for Joseph Cullman too? You don't have to if you don't want to, but thanks for reading this!

yesssssss i would absolutely love to do this. sorry it took a second, i'm recovering atp. but yea!!

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED AND ANY AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED TOO

with that out of the way, enjoy <3 gn as possible

-Joseph.......loves praising mc???? but like also in a degrading way than the way jack would. think more towards 'you're such a good sl*t' etc etc

-loves public s*x...there's no way you can look at the man and say he doesn't. of course doesn't want to get into trouble with the law or terrify children, but think of it as a game. see how many times mc can nut on his fingers. before the two of them have to finish this...elsewhere

-loves to tease, doesn't matter about what, just to see mc flush and try to hide is just so appealing to him. even more so when they're going at it in the bedroom and watching mc fall apart with his c*ck and his voice??? mmmm he'll take that everyday

-loves pet names. mc calls him something like "my love" or "baby" or "honey" don't ask him why his first response is to get excited...he's such a lonely man.

-if you want to try things in the bedroom? he doesn't care. mc wants to call him different names/titles? 100% is on board. when him and mc figure out the best title? oh man he's gonna use it against mc everrrrrryday.

-just like last post, he's absolutely for sloppy toppy. he can't get enough of it. tho it's more like an appetizer than like him actually wanting to finish, mc other holes are his main dish he wants in all the time.

-instead of praising when mc tops? filthy talker. goading mc to go harder/faster with whatever equipment they got (bought or organic is fine, he's not picky). even will ride mc to get the results he wants. he's not no pillow princess

-doesn't really sub, more like less domineering than anything else. doesn't mean to? but will laugh in mc's face if they suggest being in charge.

-shouldn't tell him how much you love any part of his body...especially his c*ck....he's gonna be an unstoppable force of nature and it's so sexy scary seeing how he uses this to his advantage

-love's bondage, especiallyyyy on mc. seeing them wrapped in whatever rope/silk? hard, matter of minutes. so turned on

-size different? esp if mc is shorter than him? he's in heaven. he loves that mc gotta crane their neck to him to do anything

softer hc's i think i got all the major k*nks i can think of.

-loves being little spoon. like don't get him wrong he loves dominating mc, and caring........but sometimes he wants to be held??? wouldn't flat out ask for it, but if mc does it on their own? joseph's smitten.

-since he's not rich/doesn't make a lot of money...his idea of love and showing affection is just mostly spending quality time. oh mc gotta do grocery shopping? he's with them. doing basic tasks? follows like a an obedient puppy.

-loves soft touches. when mc just randomly touches him? cups his face? strokes his hair? trace his back? it's a wrap. he's literally gonna be so smitten and soft for mc

-never had someone care about him. so when mc see's he's struggling? and helps give him a 'self care day'? he doesn't know how to react. genuinely stuck between wanting to cry and rejecting the idea of it. fully accepts it after awhile. it's his favorite thing to do with mc

-loves when mc plays with his hair, likes brushing it? and just being so gentle? (actually figuring out that 2-in-1 isn't actually good) and takes the time to let mc take care of his hair. it's so soft and nice now.

-can only cook the essentials...........like eggs and ramen. if mc can cook better than him? well he's been sold for everything else, but this is just a bonus.

-doesn't really speak. genuinely loves hearing mc talk about their day/in general because he thinks their voice is so lovely.

-wants to take care of mc no matter what. mc is the first person to care for him, he wants to make sure they're taken care of.

personally this is a little adhd snippet? i personally hc him that has adhd

-he's weird? he can maintain eye contact, but if you're talking to him, he's walking while listening. so he can actually Listen

-was always shit on for having hyperfixations, esp as a kid...mc makes it safe for him to explore himself and his childhood.

-cannot watch anything without subtitles. it's like...without the subtitles he can't understand shit

-can get really good at something in a matter of days then just dip....because it doesn't stimulate his brain as much as it did

enough adhd content, also it's MY hc because i have audhd, skip over it if you don't want to read it

-joseph loves all shapes mc would be in....just really really loves fat mc. like he loves tummy.

[lilacwisps]

For Garreth, Sebastian and Ominis, can I get them reacting to hickeys they left on MC please?

Of course, nonnie, here you are 💜

Sebastian: 

When he notices the love bites he left on MC, he feels equal parts smug and aroused. Smug because MC's his - and now everyone can see that - and aroused because the marks bring back some rather pleasant memories. 

He gets even more smug when he sees anyone else noticing the love bite marks- yes, that's right, MC's his now, go cry about it.

He's possessive, so MC's skin is littered with love bites, although a significant number of those marks are in the areas that can be easily concealed by clothes. 

Sebastian will not let the marks in visible places fade - as soon as he notices one grow pale, two more will replace it. 

If MC mentions anything about the number of love bites on her skin, Sebastian will make sure to remind her just how thoroughly she enjoyed the process leading up to their emergence. 

Ominis: 

Since Ominis cannot see, Sebastian's the one to point out the marks on MC to him. 

"Looks like you two had a fun night," Sebastian chuckles. 

     "What an odd thing to say," Ominis replies, even-toned, trying his best to keep from blushing. 

     "Oh please, as if you are fooling anyone. Not when her neck is covered in hickeys."

Ominis is instantly flushed and flustered, trying to make up an excuse but drawing a blank. He's annoyed with himself - the last thing he wants is to call unnecessary attention to his relationship with MC - all eyes are on her already, he doesn't need to add fuel to the fire. 

Even more flushed as his treacherous mind races with memories of how MC felt against him the night before, of the way she'd whimpered his name. They had to be discreet with their little late-night tryst in the dorm room, so to stifle his own moans, Ominis pressed his mouth to MC's neck - and the love bites must have been the result. 

He will check in with MC to ensure she's ok and isn't upset about the love bites. Once reassured that everything is alright, Ominis will fill better but will resolve to avoid leaving love bites again. He'll fail, inevitably.

Garreth: 

He doesn't notice the love bites he'd left on MC's neck right away - until he's looking over at her at the Great Hall and spots a vivid red mark just above the collar of her shirt, and, suddenly, everything clicks into place. Oh.

Instantly, very flushed and a little flustered - the sight of the love bite equal parts embarrassing and arousing to him. 

Garreth doesn't usually do something like that, so it's a little embarrassing just how much hold MC has on him and how easily she can make him forget himself. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a certain thrill remembering the moments that led to him leaving the marks on her neck.

He never wants to cause MC pain, so after noticing the love bites, he will talk to her to ensure she isn't hurt. He'll feel much better once reassured that MC doesn't mind the love bites - and, in fact, she even enjoyed it. 

He'll try to control himself better the next time, but if MC asks will definitely leave more love bites on her skin. 

[mageofseven]

Our Child: My Turn

Mammon mpreg

Mammon's turn! Let's see how he and MC end up having Mammon carry their daughter Cassia!

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"Mammon..."

The demon was staring at the pregnancy test in the tense woman's hand, brain buffering worse than a YouTube video.

"You...shit." The man cursed, instantly regretting it as he looked up and saw his girlfriend crying. "Babe I--c'mere."

The woman hid her face in the crook of her boyfriend's neck as the greed demon was internally panicking.

He didn't mean to make her cry, honest! When his brain finally realized what he was looking at, all the man could think was how he fucked up once again.

He and MC have literally only been dating for the last month and sleeping together for the last two months. The demon kept telling himself he'd read up on the that birth control rune he's heard about, but just kept forgetting to do it.

Now it's too late; he knocked his girlfriend up and caused her to cry...

Moments like this, Mammon really felt like his brothers were right about him; he was scummy, the lowest of the low, and his stupidity and selfishness has resulted in his Human carrying his kid

Something neither of them was ready for. I mean they only just started dating! And now he's gone and ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, babe; I fucked up, I know it..."

"No!" MC jumped back to meet his eyes. "No, it's my fault; I'm the one pregnant--"

"And I'm the one who put the kid 'n ya."

The demon brought her closer to him once more and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, babe." He promised softly. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm here for ya, got that?"

MC nodded as she sniffled.

Honestly, neither of them knew what to do. MC wanted time to think things over and of course Mammon was okay with this.

The man's anxiety was high for weeks and MC's wasn't any better. The couple didn't say another word another word about it, about the baby slowly growing in MC. The human never brought it up and her boyfriend was worried he'd make things worse if he tried to talk about it when all the woman wanted was time to think.

During this time, neither person brought up their dilemma to the other brothers; MC was terrified of what they'd think of her and also didn't want the other brothers hovering over her while she had such a big decision to make. Mammon, on the other hand, was scared shitless of what Lucifer was going to do to him when he found out and, in truth, he really didn't want his younger brothers giving him shit for it either.

MC's morning sickness started making things difficult though.

Obviously, it wasn't the woman's fault, but she was puking so much during the day that it would be weird if the other brothers didn't notice.

At first, they worried that the human had the flu. All of the brothers hovered around her after a bout of morning sickness.

Lucifer had the twins go grab some meds for nausea from the kitchen and felt the woman's forehead with an ungloved hand.

No matter what MC said to the other men, they wouldn't leave her alone. Saying she was 'fine' was not an acceptable answer since they knew she had been puking.

Both MC and Mammon were on edge, but neither could figure out how to get the others to leave her alone.

Lucifer could tell the two were hiding something and was losing patience with the couple.

"Are either of you two going to tell me what's going on or do we really need to take the long way around and make things worse?"

Devil, the second brother felt like shit. He couldn't bring himself to say it though. I mean yeah, this was his secret, but it was also MC's and it was his girlfriend who wanted it to be a secret to begin with.

Because of this, the demon couldn't say anything to his brother.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath, his older brother's eyes still drilling into him.

"...I'm pregnant." MC said softly.

All eyes jumped to the human in surprised before darting back to Mammon

And boy, if looks could kill...

MC rushed over to her boyfriend and stood in front of him, as if she could stop the onslaught of judgement from his brothers with her body alone.

"Guys, just don't." She begged them. "It's me, I'm the stupid one, I--"

"Babe."

MC glanced over her shoulder and found her boyfriend staring intensely at her, surprising the human.

He stepped around the woman and pulled her close to him.

"This ain't on you. You can't take the blame for me." He turned to his brothers, his arms still around. "Yeah, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up like I always do and it's worse, I know."

His eyes rested on Lucifer's.

"But I ain't leaving her. I'm takin' responsibility and doin' whatever she needs me to do." He said to his older brother. "Punish me, tie me to the ceiling, scream my name and how I fucked up again...but I'm gonna stay by her and do whatever she needs from me."

The room was quiet. Lucifer pursed his lips as he stared at his younger brother.

Finally, Lucifer stepped forward and laid his hand on Mammon's shoulder, causing the younger demon to flinch.

"I'm proud of you."

...what?

It took the younger brother a second to realize what he heard and another to realize it wasn't the pride demon's weird attempt at a joke.

"...why?" Mammon instantly regretted his words, worried about being called stupid for the billionth time.

"Mistake or not, you're owning up to it." Lucifer told him. "You are standing by MC's side just as you should; you're there for her."

Lucifer took his arm back and folded them across his chest.

"However, what is it that you two plan on doing about this?"

Mammon looked over at MC, whose head was hanging low.

'Shit.' The greed demon thought.

He could tell this conversation was upsetting her, but he also knew all they could do at this point is finish it up so he can focus on comforting her.

"She--"

"I want this baby." The human looked from Lucifer to her boyfriend. "I want this baby, Mammon."

His chest tightened, but he still pulled her in for a hug as she cried.

The couple didn't notice it, but the oldest brother quietly led the others out, giving the two some time alone.

Now that it was decided, the couple had a long road ahead of them 😅

MC's morning sickness only got worse. Even when she entered the second trimester, she was still puking non-stop.

To make things worse, she couldn't eat anything without with it coming back up immediately. It was a battle just trying to keep the woman from getting dangerously dehydrated and getting food in her was nearly impossible.

Mammon tried to comfort his girlfriend, but in truth, the man was terrified. Things did not look good for his Human or their child.

Hell, MC was losing weight. That's not supposed to happen with pregnancy.

This led to Satan using the diagnostic rune on the human...and learning just how fragile they were. Both mother and daughter (as they all learned now) were incredibly weak. At this point, either MC was gonna miscarry and lose the baby or they were both going to die.

Mammon was a mess. In his mind, his fuck up just became so much worse and he was about to lose both of his girls. This was a period where MC became the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

Satan promised to look into solutions for the couple, but even he didn't seem too sure he could help.

Days went by. MC became weaker. Mammon didn't leave her side a single time.

On the fourth day, the blonde knocked on the couple's door and ask Mammon to talk to him out in the hall. The greed demon complained, but stepped out with him

And discovered that the wrath demon actually found a way of saving MC.

The method...honestly made the second brother uncomfortable, but he was desperate and up for anything.

The two men opened the bedroom and Satan winced at the state he saw MC in: barely conscious and struggling to breath; that was how weak the woman has become.

The blonde checked her over with the diagnostic rune once more just in case. Both the woman and the child were in a really bad condition and at this point, it was just a race of who died first: MC or her daughter.

Satan hurried with the preparations, drawing the ritual runes on both MC and Mammon before taking MC's shirt off completely (both men were sorry!) and laying her on top of Mammon, bringing the two stomach to stomach.

Honestly, the men couldn't be sure if MC could hear them while in this state, but they talked to her and explained what they were doing, albeit in a rushed way.

When Satan started the chanting, MC cried out and feebly tried to push away from her boyfriend; the human had no clue what was happening and only felt the strange feeling in her belly that made her panic.

Mammon continued to hold her close and kept apologizing, begging her to stay still and saying it'll be over soon. The woman only heard a bit of his words.

Eventually, the sensation left the woman and traveled to her boyfriend. The sensitive man whined and panted from the intense feeling in his stomach that was making his lower torso expand.

It was overwhelming and scary to the boyfriend, but he never let go of MC or asked Satan to stop.

Finally, the blonde stopped the chanting and the ritual was complete. Mammon now carried his weakened daughter in his new belly.

Satan rushed to get a potion for MC, one that wasn't safe for her originally because of her pregnancy, but now just might save her life.

Mammon gently slid the woman off him and pulled blanket over her bare chest.

The blonde came back with the potion and put it up to her lips, making her drink the bottle's content.

It only took a moment after the bottle was finished for MC's breathing to become more stable.

From there, the woman slept for awhile before waking up, feeling like she was starving, but strangely not nauseated.

That's when she noticed it--her belly was gone.

The woman started to panic. Where's her baby??? Did she miscarry???? Was it all some bad nightmare???

The door clicked open and in came Mammon with a tray of food for her (Asmo cooked and made him take the food to her), a blush on his face

...and a belly he never had before.

"Mammon?" The woman's eye were wide.

Her boyfriend carried the tray over to her and laid it on her lap.

"Please just eat, babe." He said softly.

The woman wanted to push things, but the look in his eyes, the softness of his tone...she couldn't help but just do what she was told.

MC quietly ate the food while Mammon sat at the end of the bed and covered his new belly with his arms.

Minutes went by and the human couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mammon..." She tried again, lowering her soup spoon. "What happened?"

Her boyfriend closed his eyes.

"You...you almost died." He said softly.

MC started to panic again.

"I...Mammon! Where's our daughter?" She begged. "Please, please don't tell me she--"

"She's fine." The man gave a sad smile before patting his new belly. "Papa's got her now."

That's when he told her about the emergency ritual and how he's now the pregnant one in the relationship.

MC was shocked; she didn't think such a ritual could have existed, but she was definitely seeing the outcome of it.

"But...is she okay? Are you?"

"We're fine, babe." Mammon assured her. "Babygirl needs a few days to chill and get nutrients from me or whatever, but Satan said she'll be fine."

The woman tried to move the tray from her lap so she could crawl closer to him, but was still too weak to move it.

"'Ey! None of that!" He scolded her for the attempt. "You gotta be gettin' your strength back, got it?"

After months of seeing her starve and then watching her almost die, this man wasn't taking any chances.

Once she finished her food, Mammon set the tray aside on his dresser before laying down with the human and pulling her close.

MC couldn't help staring his belly, making the demon blush.

"You're really...carrying our daughter?" She asked softly. "You did this...to save me?"

"'Course I did! How could I just go and let you two die on me?"

"You really do love me, don't you?"

Mammon let it slip and said the big L word not long before they discovered she was pregnant. They hadn't even dated for a full month at the time so instead of saying it back, MC just told him he was sweet and kissed his cheek

But...his words were real. Tears filled the woman's eyes, causing her boyfriend to wipe each one that fell with his thumb.

"C'mon, none of that." He told her as he wiped another away. "'Course I love you. I never woulda said so if I didn't, now would I?"

MC leaned in and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could in her weaken state before laying her hand on his belly.

"I love you too, Mammon." She whispered. "So, so much."

Things between the couple were great there on out. MC slowly gained weight and was able to eat properly again.

Mammon's body was able to handle the pregnancy better than the human's and didn't suffer through the same intense nausea she did. That is not to say he didn't have issues with his new body however.

Hell, finding out his dick up and left him scared the man the point where he screamed when he found out. Yeah, it was good that his daughter had a proper 'exit' or whatever, but he liked that part of his body!

This combined with his ever-growing belly made the man self-conscious and, honestly, scared as hell.

He didn't truly recognize himself in the mirror anymore when he saw his naked body and he hated it.

Luckily, MC was always there for him, always telling him how amazing and 'manly' he was because, honestly, one of his main issues was no longer feeling like a man anymore and no longer feeling like his body was his own.

MC snuggled and kissed her boyfriend whenever he needed it, trying to help him through his dysphoria as much as she could and her boyfriend appreciated it.

Somedays, her love was probably the only thing that kept his spirits up and it only made him fall farther in love the woman.

When the day of the birth came, boy was it loud. Unlike Beel, who was pretty quiet and had a pretty big pain tolerance in his part, Mammon couldn't handle the early contractions without cussing and making sure everyone around him knew.

MC stayed by his side all day, comforting the laboring man and waiting till things progressed closer to the birth.

Once nightfall came, Mammon couldn't handle the pain anymore. He was on the bed panting and crying out to universe to just get his daughter out of him.

Despite the early contractions lasting all day, the active labor lasted about seven hours and MC never left his side.

Finally, crying filled the room and Mammon saw his little girl in MC's arms. He let his head fall back to the pillow and tried to calm his breathing because FINALLY! It's over! Thank the devil it was over!!

MC got their daughter all cleaned up and with happy, tearful eyes, handed their daughter to him. Instantly, a fresh wave of tears hit him as he held his daughter close.

Feeling so very, very grateful that for once in his life, he wasn't a screw up like his brothers said he was. He saved both MC and their daughter, he birthed Cassia and brought her into the world safely.

He saved both of his girls; he didn't screw up and that meant everything to him.

[use-your-telescope]

When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 12: Shiny Celebrity Skin

Summary: Theo makes her celebrity debut, with some unexpected results.

Author's Notes: Okay, I grappled with this one for a while - I tried for so long to figure out how to make a certain plot thread work without a certain celebrity appearing at least once or twice, and well… I couldn’t do it. So, uh, I feel weird doing this, but there is a brief interaction with a  fictionalized(!!!) version of Taylor Swift. This is almost guaranteed to be the only chapter where she actually appears in a scene - there are a few mentions of things happening “off-screen” that she’s a part of later on in the story, but it’s not anything that would involve her actively appearing in a scene.

Obviously I do not know her, I do not own her likeness, and I absolutely do not own her music (I’m team Taylor’s version - WE DO NOT LISTEN TO STOLEN MUSIC IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!). And more obviously, Theo is a fictional character who did not help record any of Taylor’s music. And to make it painfully clear, Taylor is not a villain or a hero in this story, and this isn’t meant to be a commentary on her as a person in any way, shape, or form. 

And look, I know some people are not a fan of Taylor. If you’re in that camp, don’t worry! The interaction is brief, and it’s not meant to make you change your mind. Just hang tight - I *promise* this will be worth it in the long run. 

If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog and reblogs really help me out <3

Content Warnings: alcohol consumption. Discussions of hooking up. 

Word Count: 5,644

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Song: Celebrity Status - Marianas Trench

I look around, round, look around and look it over, I take it up- up, take it out and, take you nowhere, Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin I like to push it and, push it until my luck is over It never stop stops, never stops, well you better, Think it over prima donna you don't want to sever, All the work to impress, charming girls out of their dresses, And smiling pretty, well pretty will swallow you forever

The celebrity status that came with being an Avenger was exhausting.

Between their public relations team micromanaging every interaction with the press and the constant appearances, it was a wonder there was enough time to actually go on missions. Even if Theo was well-versed in interacting with people in positions of power and putting on a show, it wasn’t how she really wanted to spend her days off.

They had been on a roll - last week, Theo did interviews and cover shoots for two different magazines. The day before, she recorded a 73 questions video for Vogue. In a week, she would fly out to Chicago and feature on Hot Ones.

But before she flew to Illinois, she had a late show appearance to get through. 

It wasn’t until after she arrived and they had a meeting with the production team to run through the order of the show that Theo discovered she was not simply doing a live interview, but she would also be chatting with Chris Anders, an A-list actor who was promoting his newest movie in which he played a combat medic. 

Normally Theo wasn’t thrown off by meeting other celebrities, but even she had to admit she was a bit starstruck. He always looked dreamy in pictures, but in real life he was gorgeous. Like, earth-shatteringly stunning. Bright blue eyes, blond hair, and tanned skin made him the epitome of an all-American guy; if Steve ever traded in his shield for an acting career, he’d probably look like Chris. Theo didn’t typically have a thing for blond guys, and frankly the resemblance to Steve Rogers should have made him appear less attractive, but well… There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

At least Theo knew she was dressed to kill. The outfit she chose was a far cry from her scrubs: a black cropped tee with a cropped lace bustier underneath paired with an asymmetric leather midi skirt, all Alexander McQueen, and black Louboutin pumps. The confidence boost that came from looking like a badass was much needed, because even Avengers could get nervous when talking to attractive celebrities, particularly when those Avengers were single. 

In real life, Chris was every bit as funny and charming as he seemed. He laughed at Theo’s jokes and asked questions that made Theo wonder if he had taken the time before the taping to learn more about the sorceress. On camera, the conversation was effortless, lighthearted, and just a bit flirtatious; far from what Theo was used to, but it was fun. Chris was a hit with the audience, but it’d be hard not to be with a smile like his.

So when Chris stopped by Theo’s dressing room after taping and asked for her phone number, she was only slightly surprised. Surprised, because well, A-List Hollywood dreamboat who could have anyone he wanted, and he was asking Theo for her number? Theo, with scars on her face and knobby knees and perpetual bags under her eyes? But not as surprised as she could have been, because the conversation was fun and besides, giving him her number didn’t mean there was any commitment. For all she knew, he simply wanted to keep her number handy in case he was cast as a doctor in the future and needed to ask someone about how to approach the role. 

Of course she gave it to him - that was a no-brainer. Not long after, Theo found her heart fluttering when Chris texted her before she even made it back to the tower, asking if she would be attending the Stark Industries charity gala the following evening. 

After such a successful day, there was an extra spring in Theo’s step when she entered the living room. She nearly didn’t notice Loki, lounging with his feet propped up on the sofa and a book in hand, but when she approached one of the chairs so she could sit down and kick off her heels she spotted the prince.  

Loki glanced up from his book, offering Theo a weary smile and nod; if the bags under his eyes were any indication, he hadn’t been sleeping much lately. 

“You’ve returned from your interview; how was it?” 

“It was fine,” Theo shrugged, ducking down to tug off her high heels. “I mean, it’s one thing to give an interview, but they also asked me to do a segment with Chris Anders - the Chris Anders.”

“Ah, yes - if memory serves, he is a well-known actor.” Loki absentmindedly replied, closing his book and setting it aside. “I take it you are a fan of his work?”

“It’s impossible not to be a fan - he's been in just about every major film from the last few years.’ Theo lightly scoffed at Loki’s apathy about the situation. “We watched one of his movies the other day.” 

“Did we?”

Before Theo could answer, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky strolled into the living room, deeply entrenched in a spirited debate.

“— his performance is so nuanced - a video game could never capture that level of emotion!” Wanda huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest as both Sam and Bucky rolled their eyes. 

“Nuance, Schmuance—“ Bucky retorted, “—the whole point of the game is to shoot aliens! The story didn’t need emotions - all it needed were more aliens!”

“Are the three of you still arguing about your animated game?” Loki interrupted them with an exasperated sigh, massaging one temple with his index finger. “I thought the debate had been settled after viewing the film.”

“Well it was,” Wanda replied, “until they tried to say that the actor playing Tom was probably an asshole. But he couldn’t be - he seems way too nice!”

“Remind me, Maximoff - which actor are you fawning over now?” Loki begrudgingly asked, as if he dreaded the answer.

“—Chris Anders.” Theo rolled her eyes, though she softened the gesture with a smile. “He’s probably the most popular actor in Hollywood right now.” 

At that, Loki perked up rather suspiciously. “The one you met today?” 

“Oh my god, that’s right—“ Wanda exclaimed, turning to Theo. “— You were on the late show with him! How was it? Is he nice in real life?”

“I think it went well?” Theo answered. “I had just finished telling Loki that I ended up filming a segment with Chris and didn’t bomb it, so I’ll call that a win.” 

Loki nodded, flashing Theo a small, timid smile. “Well, I’m certain you charmed the actor just as you’ve charmed the rest of us.” 

“Wait, wait, wait - you not only met Chris, but you interviewed with him?!” Wanda nearly squealed, her mouth agape as she processed the news. “I would have died!”

“You know he’s just a guy, right?” Bucky grumbled, looking wholly unimpressed with Wanda’s fangirling.

“Look, I’ll settle for not putting my foot in my mouth on national television.” Theo chuckled, before coyly adding: “Chris may have asked for my phone number though... And he already texted me to ask if he would see me at tomorrow’s gala.” 

In a tale of two reactions, Wanda looked like she was about to spontaneously combust from the shock and excitement, while Loki looked like someone just told him the sky was blue.

Then there were Sam and Bucky’s reactions in-between, which involved whooping and wolf whistles.

“It seems as though he was rather enchanted by you, then.” Loki cocked an eyebrow, jade eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Theo. “You certainly dressed to impress.”

The comment had some sort of undercurrent that, combined with his piercing stare, made the words seem as if they were not meant to be taken as a compliment. Theo’s heart went from fluttering to stuttering in her chest, her confidence faltering as if she were about to be knocked down from a pedestal.

“Is it too much?” Theo asked a bit too quickly for her own liking; she grimaced as she glanced down at her outfit. 

“No, not at all.” Loki slowly shook his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips. If Theo didn’t know better, she would have sworn his eyes darkened as they roved up and down her body. “It’s different from your typical attire, but pleasantly so. You look… ravishing.”

“Yeah, you look hot.” Sam agreed, elbowing Bucky in the chest as he smirked at him. “She looks hot, right Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll —“ Bucky smirked, “— You keep it up and you’re gonna end up with every guy in this city dreaming about all the things they’d like to do with you.” Despite speaking to Theo, Bucky’s attention and smirk were pointed directly towards Loki. 

Theo’s cheeks flared with heat - partly from Sam and Bucky laying it on thick, though mostly she was relieved that Loki was not criticizing the look. 

When his approval started to matter, Theo wasn’t sure, but she also hadn’t given it much thought. Then again, the prospect of Loki not liking her outfit stung more than the idea of her potential date not being into her outfit… If she was honest, Theo was nowhere near ready to try and make sense of that.

“You can’t leave us hanging - what did you tell him!?” Wanda, having regained her composure, asked the inevitable question. 

“That I was going to be there and a drink sounded nice?” For a moment, Theo wondered if Wanda was going to freak out again. Instead, a smile crept up on Wanda’s face, and Theo could tell something was up. “… Wanda, what are you planning?”

“Well if you’re meeting a movie star for a drink tomorrow, we should probably go shopping so you have something cute to wear…” Wanda perked up, winking at Theo. “Oh! We’ll get Nat to come too - she needs a break from the mat anyways -  and make it a girl’s day!”

Before Theo could point out that she already had a dress, Wanda rushed down the hall shouting for Natasha. Theo glanced at the others — Sam wore a shit-eating grin, while Bucky offered no sympathy. Loki just shrugged, though a glint of amusement reflected in his smile. 

Meanwhile, Theo tried not to scream what the hell did I just get myself into? 

Either way, it didn’t matter - she had a date to get ready for.

When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear I’d never guess how we ever could’ve gotten here You can say what you say, when the lights go down So shake, shake, shake and shut your mouth

“Champagne?” A waiter came around with a tray of champagne flutes, offering them to guests throughout the event.

“Yes, thank you.” Chris took two glasses, handing one to Theo and keeping the other for himself.

Across from her, Chris Anders leaned up against a cocktail table. Dressed in a navy slim-fit tuxedo, Chris looked every part of the charming A-List actor that Wanda hyped him up to be. The same charming, boyish grin from the night before was on full display as he drank in the sight of Theo in a black lace gown with beading that glistened and shimmered in the low lights. 

Even if she hadn’t been trying to charm an A-List actor, Theo would have felt like a million bucks. The dress, though more suggestive than what she initially picked, hit her in all the right places and really helped her embrace her more feminine side. The stilettos she wore gave her a precious few inches that made her less likely to feel like everyone towered over her, increasing her confidence.

In some ways, it felt like revisiting her first night in the tower, but this time she knew what to expect. The lack of constant scrutiny from Avengefs and reporters may have also helped. Then again, at the end of the day it turned out that charming people and rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful was pretty much the same, regardless of the realm. 

The idea of spending the evening at Chris’s side was both nerve-wracking and exciting. Theo’s consistent presence and conversation was enough to capture the interest of people she didn’t know, allowing Theo to flex her conversational skills and build her own connections, which in turn made the room full of socialites less surreal. 

Chris was more than easy on the eyes. He said all the right things to pique Theo’s interest. He didn’t ask too many questions, which was certainly a plus, and he easily kept the conversation flowing. With that in mind, Theo wasn’t opposed to cozying up a bit more with him. 

Yet, something in her stomach felt… off.

Maybe it had to do with the non-existent privacy at the event. Wanda, Sam, and Bucky had made a game of lurking nearby, spying on her as the actor talked Theo’s ear off about the film he just finished shooting. Focusing on Chris proved to be a challenge when her friends seemed hellbent on reminding Theo that someone was always watching. They weren’t even subtle about it – all Theo had to do was glance over Chris’s shoulder to see the three of them making kissy faces at her. 

Theo started to wonder if her teammates were going to walk up to Chris and start talking about their movie versus video game debate. She prayed they wouldn’t.

Then again, her friends were far from the only people who kept a close eye on the couple. Frankly, Theo hadn’t truly comprehended just how well-known Chris was until they spent the first two hours of the night constantly interrupted by people trying to get even a moment of the actor’s attention. Even Loki had been observing, though he was far more subtle than her other friends - subtle enough that Theo never noticed that she was the consistent focus of the younger Asgardian’s attention. 

The sensation of everyone watching her was incredibly different from the bars from her first night out with her teammates, when it was easy to fly under the radar. Between being seen with Chris, her rapidly growing social media following, and the recent interview spree, Theo certainly had no shortage of positive attention over the last few weeks.

Chris caught the attention of someone from behind Theo, gesturing for them to come over and join the pair. “Theo, I want you to meet–”

“I was wondering when I would run into you!” Even though it had been years, Theo recognized that voice anywhere. 

Then again, the fact that the voice belonged to the one person at the gala more famous than Chris meant that even if Theo hadn’t known her, she would have recognized the voice. “It’s been ages!”

“Taylor!” Theo spun around, arms already open to greet the popstar in an embrace. “How the hell are you?” In some ways, it was like Taylor hadn’t changed a bit since they worked together: the trademark red lip that highlighted a cheshire grin, long, blonde hair with perfectly disheveled blunt bangs, and an outfit that would undoubtedly sell out the moment pictures were posted online. At the same time, all it took was one close look into her crystal blue eyes to see that she was far different from the Taylor that Theo worked with all those years ago. 

“I’m great,” Taylor leaned back, still half-embracing Theo as she took in Theo’s appearance. “Tell me about you - Clearly you’ve been busy since we last crossed paths!”

“Oh you know, I finished med school. Joined the Avengers. Nothing too wild–”

“--You two know each other?” Chris interrupted the reunion, one brow arched in confusion while he wore a half-scowl as he quickly realized that this was not the introduction he anticipated.

“Oh yeah, Theo played on Red – we go way back,” Taylor answered, barely paying Chris any mind before returning her full attention to Theo. “Speaking of, you’ve heard I’m re-recording my first six albums, right? Would you be willing to re-record your parts on Red?”

The question caught Theo off guard, though in some ways, the request made sense; after all, the goal was to make the re-recordings sound like the originals so whenever someone wanted to license a song, they would have no reason to choose the old recording over the new one. 

But Theo’s parts on the original record were pretty small, all things considered. And up until Theo stepped into the limelight as an Avenger, it would have been much easier to find someone else to record those parts than it would have been to track her down. Besides, Avengers were busy, and so were international pop stars - Theo would have understood if Taylor didn’t want to bother trying to coordinate schedules so they could record together.

“I�� uh, yeah – as long as the timing works out, I’m in,” Theo tried to play off her surprise, covering it up with a (hopefully) bright smile. “Just let me know when and where I need to be and I’ll do my best to make it happen!” 

“Perfect.” Before Taylor could say anything else, someone waved Taylor over to join them. She held up a finger, mouthing “just a moment” before returning her attention back to Theo. “Hey, we should grab a drink soon and catch up. Clearly you’ve been busy and I want to hear all about it, ideally when I’m not being dragged around to make appearances.” Taylor winked, taking hold of Theo’s shoulder as she leaned in and whispered in Theo’s ear. “I might have a separate proposition for you, as well…But we’ll save that conversation for another day.” She leaned back, smirked, and cocked an eyebrow at Theo. 

“You know where to find me,” Theo reminded her, returning a wry grin and a wink of her own. It was probably for the best that they didn’t go into catching up at that particular moment, since there was plenty to discuss and in front of Theo’s date was not the best place to do so.  

With that, Taylor waved at another person trying to get her attention and slipped away into the crowd.

“I wasn’t aware you already knew Taylor Swift.” Chris remarked, his attention still focused on the space where Taylor had vanished into the crowd.

“I’m full of surprises, what can I say?” Theo teased, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Well, I look forward to being surprised by you in the future.” There was something about the way Chris spoke that seemed a bit too smooth, too practiced. 

Then again, he was an actor. Performance was at the core of his work, and like Theo he probably reverted to his own acting skills in social situations, especially when he wanted to seem confident. And trying to impress someone on a date was certainly one of the times any sane person would want to feel confident.

“Hey, let’s go dance,” Theo suggested, gliding her fingers down Chris’s arm and taking his hand. As if a switch flipped, the dazzling grin returned as Chris gestured towards Theo to lead the way. Weaving between the couples on the dance floor, Theo waited until they were in the middle of the group before she turned back to Chris, who held his arms in a silent invitation to dance.

“You look stunning this evening,” Chris complimented, pulling Theo close as they moved to the music. “I’m lucky to have such radiant company.” 

Theo’s cheeks burned as she replied with a shy smile. Sure, she trusted her friends’ judgment about what to wear, but that wasn’t what left her flushed at his remarks. He was new, and the intensity of his gaze felt both intoxicating and dizzying amidst the crowd. When Theo looked closely, she spotted a hunger in Chris’s eyes that left her wanting more.

The night flew by. One moment, they were spinning and laughing among the crowd; the next, the DJ announced to guests that it was the last song of the evening. Whether they were ready or not, it was time for the festivities to draw to a close.

The end of the evening did little to dampen the conversation between Theo and Chris as they followed the crowd out the door; if anything, they both slowed down as they approached the exit, stretching out their time together for as long as possible.

Just after they passed through the exit, Chris took Theo’s hand and pulled her aside.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Chris whispered in her ear; his breath tickled, sending a delicious chill down Theo’s spine. “Go back to my place?” 

Behind Chris, Bucky smirked at Theo and Wanda gave her a thumbs up; if Chris hadn’t been watching her so closely, she would have rolled her eyes at the pair. Inevitably, they wouldn’t be the only people who noticed; after all, a plethora of eyes followed them all evening. 

A yes sprung to Theo’s tongue, but just before she said it out loud, she stopped. Realistically, Chris was a stranger to her - sure, she knew the basics about him — the kinds of things someone usually knew about a celebrity — but she didn’t know enough about him to comfortably let her guard down. Being a high profile celebrity was different from being an Avenger. 

For all she knew, he wanted to use her for something; after all, fame wasn’t all people made it out to be. Besides, people frequently sought after Theo’s magic. 

Restraint was best in the situation.

“I appreciate the invite, but I have to work in the hospital tomorrow morning,” Theo covered, her tone light and casual, but quiet enough that any eavesdroppers wouldn’t hear. “This was fun though - I’d love to go out with you again!”

Out of the corner of Theo’s eye, Loki slipped out of the party with dark eyes and a devilish grin. Trailing close behind, hand linked in his, was a woman who had to be a supermodel, based on her absolutely flawless figure, perfectly tanned complexion, and perfectly styled outfit. 

A pang of jealousy unexpectedly shot through Theo at the sight.

“Of course.” Chris immediately masked the split second of surprise on his  face with a polite, albeit benign smile. “It’s probably just as well, because I have to fly back to California tomorrow morning.”

Despite the rejection, Chris bid Theo goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, which certainly was a surprise. After all, she just turned him down; the last thing she expected was for him to be so… affectionate?

Once Chris disappeared from view, Theo took advantage of her familiarity with the tower’s layout to take a quieter route to her suite. quickly slipped away through a back hall The second she was out of sight from prying eyes, Theo let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. 

While Theo waited for the elevator, she couldn’t help but play the evening over in her mind. Chris was charming, handsome, and there was nothing wrong with him — why was she so hesitant? And what was up with her reaction to Loki?

Of course the silvertongue would be able to woo and bring home anyone he wanted without having to think twice about it. Maybe that was the cause of her jealousy — Loki didn’t have to overthink every interaction like she did. 

Shaking her head, Theo dispelled the thoughts of Loki hooking up with some random person; it wasn’t her business what or who he did in his spare time. 

Which brought Theo’s attention back to Chris. Her hesitancy around him didn’t seem like it was just because she didn’t know him very well; something else lurked underneath that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But as she thought about it, the only reason she came up with was that everything about Chris just seemed too perfect.

In the end, it wouldn’t matter; playing the role of an Avenger was supposed to be nothing more than a means to an end. At most, it would be temporary. Theo needed to remember that.

I wonder why, why, I wonder why, why I oughta, Let you wreck, resurrect whatever you want to I can't depend, in the end you know I thought you were my friend Just stop, just stop, just stop I think I got it Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between, Sorry everybody here will never be somebody clean There's a piece of me they're throwing back at us, And they will buy you and sell you for celebrity status

Despite the knowledge that it was smart to not bring a guy home after the first date, Theo woke the next morning and immediately wondered if she played it too safe.  Chris was friendly, charming, good looking, and didn’t act weird about her being an Avenger - how often would she encounter guys like that? Probably never, but Theo essentially turned Chris down. As Theo laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, she debated whether she should reach out to Chris or not. 

On one hand, he made her laugh; on the other hand, they wouldn’t see each other often with conflicting schedules. He was hot, but probably had fans who would hate on Theo for dating him. He was used to the spotlight, but dating an Avenger might put his safety at risk. They had a lot of common interests, but they hadn’t talked about any serious topics - what if he secretly believed in some kind of cult? He was an accomplished actor, but Theo couldn’t promise to be there for awards shows because monsters and criminals don’t believe in days off. 

Ugh, she did not miss dating.

After mentally making the pro-con lists in her head for the third time, she decided to hold off. If she texted him too soon, she might seem clingy; besides, even if he was perfectly nice and charming and fun to be around, that feeling of something being off still lingered.

Theo rolled onto her side and snatched her phone from her nightstand to check the time, only to find a message waiting for her.

“Had a great time last night - want to grab a drink next time I’m in town? - C”

Though pleasantly surprised, Theo held off on replying. If nothing else, she needed some coffee and to wake up more before deciding on how to respond. Outside her window, the sunrise covered the skyline in a golden glow – it seemed like it was as good of a time as any to head up to the roof and enjoy her morning coffee.

Stillness permeated the tower as Theo made her way to the kitchen. With the incredibly early hour and the event that took place last night, she fully expected to be the first person awake. However, a full pot of freshly brewed coffee indicated that someone else claimed the title of first person awake. Theo wasn’t going to complain - that meant all she had to do was find her favorite mug and fill it up before enjoying some peace and quiet outdoors.

Upon arriving on the roof, Theo discovered just who woke up before her: Loki. He sat on one of the sectionals with his back to her. Loose black curls tumbled past his shoulders, swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze.

“Great minds think alike.” Theo greeted him, taking a seat on one of the other sectionals.

Loki simply hummed in acknowledgement of her greeting before returning his gaze off into the distance.

For once, Loki didn’t have a book with him. Hands wrapped around his own coffee, he sat back in his seat, soaking up the relative peace of the morning. Like the morning on the balcony, the silence held no weight, no pressure to force conversation or entertain the other. In the city that never sleeps, something about early mornings - those moments between where one day ended and the next began - felt almost sacred. Speaking, it seemed, might ruin that. 

Amidst the stillness, Theo caught herself studying Loki’s facial features, contrasting the difference from when he slept to how he appeared in the soft morning light.

Of course, there were things that Theo noticed before – Loki’s sharp bone structure certainly topped that list. But that morning, she couldn’t help but notice new things: the hints of worry lines that crossed his forehead, the crease from furrowed brows (an expression which she imagined he’d perfected at this point, along with the eye roll), the way his lips pulled across his teeth when he was close to smiling, but wasn’t quite ready to commit.

Theo knew Loki, besides being Aesir in form, was technically a frost giant and a god, but Loki looked shockingly human as he relaxed on the rooftop. Even in his Aesir form, Loki often looked more divine than mortal. But here… Some was different here. He seemed softer, less guarded. Perhaps it was the way his shoulders relaxed, or the way he stretched out in the morning glow. 

“How was your evening?” Loki struck up a conversation, taking a sip of coffee.

“It was good,” Theo smiled, looking out across the roof. “How was your night?” 

“It was alright…” Loki trailed off, glancing briefly at Theo before returning his gaze to the skyline. “You were certainly the center of attention last night.”

“Me, or the A-List actor that I spent the night with?” Theo’s attention returned to the god sitting next to her.

Loki chuckled, and Theo caught herself appreciating the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. “I suppose both would be a fair answer. He was rather attractive, I must admit. If I had been in your position, I certainly would have brought him back to my quarters for the evening.”

Theo let out a gentle laugh, biting her lip. Yes, Chris was good looking, and he certainly piqued her curiosity… but she couldn’t shake the feeling in her gut that something just wasn’t right. 

“Are you going to see him again?” Loki finally turned to focus on Theo. His sea-glass eyes held her gaze with surprising openness. A hint of sadness colored his words; it was subtle enough that Theo couldn’t quite place what sounded off about his question. 

“Why, do you want to hit him up if I don’t?” Theo teased, offering Loki a wink. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

Loki gave her a wry smile, shaking his head. “Simple curiosity.” 

“He asked if I wanted to get a drink next time I’m in town…” Theo shrugged, finding herself less enthusiastic about the idea than she was when she first awoke. “I haven’t given an answer one way or the other yet. It was hard to really get to know him with so many people vying for his attention, so it would be nice to do something that wasn’t so… public? Then again, if we ended up dating, I doubt I would ever get any privacy again, so there’s that…”

Loki let out a breathless laugh. “Privacy is already in short supply when one is an Avenger.”

Nodding in agreement, Theo took another slow drink of her coffee.

“That’s true, but at least I can set boundaries and choose what I share with the world,” she pointed out, “I can shape the way people see me, how they see my role as an Avenger.”

“That is what we do in some ways, isn’t it?” Loki mused, his brows drawing together in thought. “Play roles?”

“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women are merely players…” Theo took a big swig of coffee, relishing the bitter taste that coated her tongue. “… Or some shit like that.”

Loki doubled over from laughter, eyes wide as he nearly spit out his coffee from surprise. It took a moment to return to his more composed self before he sarcastically replied: “Yes, or some shit like that.” 

The way he mocked her wording brought a grin to Theo’s lips. “Okay, but think about it — how much of our lives are spent playing roles? How often do we get to be ourselves without altering our behaviors because of others’ opinions? Even putting on a brave face or being diplomatic is playing a role.”

Loki pursed his lips, studying Theo carefully.

“How much time do you spend playing roles?” Even if the question wasn’t out of left field, it still felt much more serious than the conversation up to that point.

“More than I’d like,” Theo admitted, glancing down at her cup and swirling her coffee around. “But it has saved my ass enough times that I will never hesitate to do it if I think it will help me.” 

Theo bit the inside of her cheek, cursing herself for saying too much. The answer would probably come back to bite her in the ass, most likely in the form of Loki asking her a million follow up questions. 

Note to self: more coffee before any early morning personal conversations. 

“I suppose we have that in common, then.”

Much to Theo’s surprise, Loki left it at that, and returned his attention to the city around them. While Loki was known to be cunning, Theo got the sense that at its core, Loki’s answer was not rooted in cunning or manipulation, but survival.

And Theo understood that all too well.

Step one, step two, step three, repeat And I pray at the church of asses in the seats To disappear behind the beat…

[icyberrydoesthat]

reasons why i think my parents pissed off a fairy before i was born (why i think im cursed)

cursed pieces of media always seem to find me

im not exaggerating when i say ive seen more than my fair share of fucked up stuff. it always seems to land on my cellular device or my piece of paper. ill be simply enjoying a show or consuming a book as one does and the most heinous thing will happen and ill be expected to just carry on. and now i do just that, i keep calm and carry on. more specifically theres one topic that seems to pop up a lot (tw!!) incest.....now now you may be thinking "what!? incest....id drop whatever it was and go reconnect with nature...weirdo" now now lets not jump to conclusions, 9/10 that movie/book/manga/whatever is actually really good (the other 1/10 lands you in therapy) and the incest or whatever never progresses the plot at all, but is a big enough plotwist to give me whiplash. and dont you worry, ive got an example. last year, i needed a book so i went to my schools library with a friend. about 10 mins of searching resulted in no book i felt inclined to read....until my friend gasps, a book in her hands..."Shadowhunters"?? i had never heard of it but apparently it was a big part of her childhood, something that soothed the gaping hole Twilight left...okay ill read i said. reading the first few chapters was great, i could practically smell an enemies to lovers and the big mystery of who and where mc's brother is was lingering in the back, my type of book i thought happily. little did i know....mc and ml were infact revealed to be siblings......i dropped my book. i had already thought it was weird that ml's adoptive brother had a crush on him but that gets crushed quick and now this...? now you may be thinking isnt it illegal or sum to promote incest..? and yes u are right, so you can imagine my deep sense of relief i felt when mc and ml were infact not related... because i didnt know how much more i could take of the ml yearning for his literal sister..(he was relentless...). but it doesnt stop there, for all you sickos out there, the author still managed to weasel some incest in. when the ml and mc are still believed to be siblings by them and everyone, another ml enters, this boy is perfect, maybe even a better fit for mc, girl is feeling it too. turns out this second guy is none other than.....her brother !! shocked you didnt it...(hes completely sick and knows the entire time....he wants his sister). but dont worry guys other than that, Shadowhunters is really good, character development? chefs kiss. i luv isabelle.

all my pens perish

im not exaggerating when i say i probably go through 6 pens a week, either they explode in my school blazer, completely new pens dry out in my pencil case, snap or most common cause, i lose them. i try pencil and the lead snaps in the middle so now matter how much i sharpen it, it will never be useful again. this is a cry for help, any stationary reccs??

i lose everything all the time

would you believe me if i said ive lost my keys a total of 5 times this year? well dont. because ive lost them 7 times and only 3 of the times have they been returned. im a regular at the keymaker.... how many of you can you say that??? i hope none, i wouldnt wish this on my worst enemy. i think this 'losing stuff' thing ties in rather nicely into my fish memory too, im pretty convinced ive got a rare amnesia that hasnt been discovered yet. its almost impossible, scratch that, it is impossible for me to remember everything for school the next day, ill always forget at least one thing. my friends will try referencing a supposedly funny/memorable thing that happened and ill just stare. theyll stare back and then do everything in their power to try to make me remember...nothing works.

my friends always have the same crushes as me

you may be thinking, well thats kind of normal for a group of girls that hang around eachother to have the same taste in people and i i thought so too, until it was such a regular thing i just stopped telling them about my crushes. i do have a story, start scene-its the end of a history lesson and im really happy, its been good lesson and i love history. im abit tired because its P5, the end of the day, for that reason, im lagging just a little, i leave my book usually at school because ive got two and my bag doesnt need any added weight . as im packing, a boy, a desk away from mine, walks over and takes my book to the cabinet, some thing he really did not need to do. and i don't know why but i guess im attracted to people being nice, even if it was just a decent human being doing just decent things... the next day, i realise i do want this boy, sadly. i had noticed him before, hes the kind of pretty that doesnt need to exist in a boy but if it does, he unfortunately becomes an object of envy. long lashes, blonde hair, droopy kinda eyes that make him look sleepy all the time. we had just never talked, seeing as we never had reason to. the next day, in a maths lesson, my friend says, "hey don't you think so and so is cute..." as shocked as i was, partly because this friend had been gushing about a different boy an hour ago and partly because it had happened again, i think i played the "really? maybe if i squint really hard he's meh" role really well....long story short, they're dating now....

now youve read my reasoning, there are more...but i just cant remember, i just know you see what i mean. my parents deffo pissed off some magical being and in return it cursed their firstborn daughter.

xoxo

A

ps: this is actually my second time re writing this because i accidentally deleted but the world just needed to know...ty for reading to the end <3

[apollo-gate]

How would the ROs feel about an MC who clings to them for a few minutes a day to "recharge" their batteries?

Alice won't know what to think. She was always told she smelled like a slaughterhouse. The fact you cling to her baffles her.

Helena will enjoy it and even ask for cuddles as a result. Helena doesn't care if you are just friends holding on to someone makes her smile.

Lisa will be feeling surreal about it all. The fact she can touch you again. No the fact you want to touch her again after she left you when you needed her the most. She feels calm but in private she tries not to cry.

Becca will be stiff as a board. Won't reciprocate. But she secretly enjoys it. You are something she feels a need to protect even if you do it for a reason. Becca will ask the more you do it to do it in a private place. And it might escalate to cuddles.

Daniella will squeal as she loves to do it to. Now she can do it to her favorite person well besides her son. But she loves it.

Vanessa will freeze at first as she doesn't get many hugs that last more than 2 seconds. Vanessa will feel bad at first as she thinks she is taking advantage of you. But then she sees you enjoying it. It gets her feeling something that feels like happiness no peace.

Azalea will stop the Mc the first time. And if Mc uses a good argument they will be convinced. Azalea will be scared at she might be affecting you in some way but you seem to be happier and feel better after the words bring a feeling to protect you.

Kent will look at you suspiciously for a long time. The more you do it he feels like you're trying to connect with him to bond and the thing is it worked. Kent enjoys it and will deny it if anyone saw it.

Naamah will do a little dance as you cling to her. She gets energy just being around you. Naamah will demand more cuddles as she will say it will charge them longer.

Blaze won't deny the hug. And will accept it. He will try to joke it off but he feels a slight happiness. And that terrifies him.

Zero will not know what to do in this situation. He will just let Mc do it. As he knows or feels for the Mc a bond or kinship as he would prevent anything that would happen to the Mc.

[ilovewebnovels]

Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

Author: 淼淼杉余

Genre: Historical

Would recommend it to: no one

My Review:

While I was reading this, I kept questioning whether there was a potential for romance because Draco Malfoy acts a lot like a possessive lover—he gets jealous whenever the MC interacts with anyone else. But I guess I won't know for sure since they're only about 11 years old right now. I'd have to keep reading to find out, but that's not going to happen.

Moving on, this isn't the best thing I've read, but it's certainly not the worst, considering I've managed to get through 30 chapters. You might say that's not a lot, but based on the pacing of this web novel, I've already identified its issues. It's quite fast-paced, to the point that within 30 chapters, we've already gone through the entire first Harry Potter movie.

While I was reading those 30 chapters, it felt like there was no real tension. Despite the introduction of an additional character into the Harry Potter timeline, nothing really changes. This is partly because the MC is trying to avoid creating a butterfly effect, but let's be real—once the butterfly flaps its wings, there's no way things will stay the same. It's hard to believe everything is exactly as it was before.

As a result, I already know what's going to happen. Even when the MC is thrown into one of the main events where danger looms, the outcome is the same. The MC is often just a bystander, constantly present but not really involved, almost like a side character. Plot-wise, this feels like an uneventful slide. There are no real highs or lows—just a steady, dull ride.

Side note, there’s just something off about a Harry Potter who’s constantly crying. But I guess that's just me.

Now, let's talk about the characters. They feel unrealistic. Take Draco, for example. Although he doesn't want to upset the MC, he does so repeatedly. I suppose it might make sense if he's unintentionally crossing boundaries, but it seems more like he's forgotten what's happened since the last time. Here's the pattern:

He gets jealous -> is rude to whoever the MC is talking to -> the MC passive-aggressively tells him to stop -> he continues -> the MC looks at him -> either he gets scared or doesn't want to upset the MC, and this repeats over and over again. It's frustrating. The MC has to coax him every time they meet after he's been rude.

Then there's Harry, whose entire personality is that of a younger brother craving attention from his older sibling. He doesn't even realise that the MC is his younger brother until around chapter 29. By the way, don't expect much personality from anyone else in the story. They all seem as flat if not more than Harry.

One thing I can be thankful for, though, is that there’s nothing too weird going on. However, I did start wondering if this might take an incestuous turn since Harry seems overly fixated on the MC's attention. If he knew they were brothers, I wouldn't be so concerned, but since he doesn't, it's a little odd.

In all, this just doesn't grab me, and I’m giving it a 2/5.

Favorite part of this book:

Didn’t have one

Favorite quote :

Didn’t have one

[dualityvn]

MAYBE SOME MORE HURT?

MC and Keith or Tenebris are arguing, and Keith or Tenebris in the heat of the moment says something the genuinely hurts MC, and results in said boy being locked out of MC’s room while they cry over the harsh words said.

No resolution needed if you don’t feel like it, I want everyone to suffer.

Hurt (GN!MC x Keith)

× × ×

"Why are you always like this? I get being a little jealous, but you get so cold and hostile towards anyone who so much as touches me or compliments me!" you complain, raising your voice at the last two words.

Keith is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at the floor. He's been listening to you almost wordlessly.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I just- What am I supposed to say?! I don't like it when they're near you. It makes me anxious," he says, still refusing to look you in the eye.

"What are you even anxious for? They're my friends! I'm not going to stop having friends because you can't handle me being around anyone who isn't you," you fire back.

"That's not what I said! Don't put words in my mouth! I just can't help it, alright? I didn't say you can't have friends, but I'm still not going to be happy when they get too touchy with you!"

"How is that normal? Everyone is telling me they feel weird whenever you're around! You're embarrassing me!"

Keith's glare finally shifts from the floor to you. "I'm embarassing you? Have you seen how many things I do for you? I'm dating you, not your friends! Why do I have to please them?"

"You don't have to please them, I'm just telling you to stop being such a jerk around them!"

That was the last drop. It brings Keith to a boiling point. He's been seething all day, holding back from snapping at others or telling them to stay away from you. And yet he is now being lectured despite it all.

"Now I'm a jerk? All you care about is your friends! You act like you and them are all that matter! Maybe I don't even want to be around them! Do you ever ask me that? Do you ever wonder how much I go through to make you happy?! No! You just care about yourself!" It's his turn to raise his voice and it's something you aren't used to. He's normally very docile and kind.

"That's not true! But you're just so hard to understand!" you try to argue back.

"Of course I'm the one who's hard to understand, not like your precious little friends. I bet you just can't wait to run back to them. How do I know you haven't already cheated on me with one of them?"

"How... how can you say that?!"

The accusation is too much. You begin to tear up and quickly dash towards your room. Keith calls your name, asks you to wait. He sounds regretful. But it's too late now. You lock the door behind you and begin to sob. He calls your name again through the door. There's no traces of anger left in his voice.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!"

He can hear you sobbing and the sound is tearing him apart. He digs into his hair and pulls at it in frustration as his back hits the wall by your door and he slides down it.

His mind races with punishing thoughts aimed at himself. Stupid jerk, ungrateful piece of trash, worthless idiot. How could he say that to you? How dare he make you cry? You're the light of his life and this is how he repays you. What if you'll leave him after this? He'd deserve it, wouldn't he? Maybe that's all he is, an embarassment and a failure of a partner. Maybe he's just been trying hard like a pathetic bug and managed to accomplish nothing.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Tenebris tries to ask for context, offers some comfort. But it's too faint for Keith to pay him any attention compared to the self hatred that's flooding his mind.

What can he do now? Can he even comfort you in any way? Should he crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness? He doesn't know. He doesn't want you to cry.

He wishes he could simply crawl into a hole and die.

× × ×

You guys have no idea how hard it was to find some sort of insult Keith would say without being ooc, lmao.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Satellite (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1K Warning: None Prompt:   31. "thank you for being in my life" Premise: She comes to his aide when he is stuck unexpectedly babysitting his godson.

A/N: Thank you, anon, for sending this prompt. And I’m sorry it took so long! 

Lilac tried to push down the trepidation that resulted from standing at that one particular door on the fifth floor. The sliver of rationality that managed to peek through reminded her that it was just Ethan. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Except there was.

Lilac was supposed to be keeping her distance unless it was work-related. It was part of his carefully crafted "reset." Lovestruck, weak, and a little pathetic, she found any excuse to seek him out anyway. If she couldn't touch him, at least looking at him should suffice.

It was never enough though, no matter how diligently she engraved the details of his handsome face to her memory.

Breaking out of her reverie, she cleared her throat, knocking on the door.

“Busy,” was the brusque reply from inside.

“Sorry, Doctor Ramsey, I'll just come back later.”

“Rookie?”

“Yes?”

“Come in.”

Nothing could've prepared her for the sight that greeted her. Ethan's tall frame—impossible to miss in the empty office— stood by the window, his posture so rigid, Lilac was convinced it could break through bricks. And in his arms, looking out of place and angled quite awkwardly, was a baby.

When she recovered from her shock, she laughed. Ethan's helpless expression soured and it only made her laugh harder.

“I'm glad my predicament amuses you,” he said dryly.

“I'm sorry,” she offered, trying her best to reign in her laughter. When she regained her composure, she added, “You just look like you’re trying to hold a football.”

“I wouldn’t know how to hold one of those.”

“That's why I said trying.”

“Hrm.”

Biting back another wave of laughter, Lilac focused her attention on the rosy cheeked baby in his arms. Big, bright brown eyes glanced up at her curiously as she approached.

“Who’s this handsome little man?” she asked in a sing-song voice.

“Ethan Hudson,” Adult Ethan provided helpfully. “Alma is in Boston to finalize the sale of Dolores's house. She had a lot on her plate, as you can imagine. So I offered to help with the baby.”

“That's so nice of you, Ethan.”

With all humor gone, Lilac was unable to help the unbridled admiration in her voice. It caught his attention because those striking blue eyes fixed on her, paralyzing every limb in her body. A traitorous blush rose up her neck, burning hotter in the prolonged pause.

“Yes, well…” he said, tearing his eyes away from her at last. “Just don't tell anyone.”

Lilac recovered.

“You're worried people will find out you're a big softie deep down?”

“Terrified,” he returned without missing a beat. “It'll ruin my reputation.”

The baby's legs flailed in the air perched on Ethan's forearm as he was.

“It's a wonder you haven't dropped him.”

“You presume to be better at this?”

“I don't presume. I know I'm better.”

Lilac peered at the wiggling baby, tilted so awkwardly on Ethan's arm that the poor thing was probably unsure what to do. Little Hudson looked as though he was deciding that crying was the appropriate reaction because his tiny nose scrunched up. Ethan noticed too and raised his dark brows in alarm.

“You want to hold him like this,” Lilac explained calmly, gently taking the baby from his arms. With careful but swift maneuvers, she positioned Hudson securely in her arms. She bounced him slightly, eliciting a bright smile from him.

“Perfect. Problem solved,” Ethan declared, heading back toward his desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

“Not a chance,” she said, blocking his path. “You're going to learn how to properly hold this child if it takes us all day.”

Ethan raised his brows at her, impressed.

“You'd make a formidable Attending.”

“Maybe I'll take your job someday,” she quipped. “Now, I'm going to give him back. Carefully turn him to face you, one forearm supporting his bottom and your free hand supporting his head. Got it?”

Ethan nodded and successfully followed her directions. The baby smiled widely at Ethan, taking advantage of the proximity to his face and smacking his tiny hands against his bearded jaw. The handsome doctor chuckled, swaying on his feet for the child’s benefit.

“This is nice,” Ethan commented after a while.

Lilac, for her part, forced herself to nod. The sight of the devastatingly handsome Doctor Ethan Ramsey with a baby was too much for her brain to properly process. Privately, she lamented the fact that he said children weren’t in the cards for him. He would have made an excellent father.

Ethan’s heavy gaze settled on her.  As he watched her, something glimmered behind the blue of his eyes. He watched her with as much intensity as he did on that balcony in Miami, right before he kissed her.

“Thank you,” he said at last. His lips parted as though he wished to add something else. When he didn't, Lilac nodded.

“Don't mention it.”

Hudson babbled loudly, as though offering his thanks too. Both doctors watched him as he happily bounced on Ethan’s arm, his tiny fingers playing with the ID badge perched on Ethan’s chest. Watching him healthy and happy made Lilac think of Dolores. She lived on in her son, her own infectious smile mirrored on the tiny face.

Before she could help it her gaze wandered up to Ethan. She froze when she realized he had been watching her quietly, that same unidentifiable look from before in his expression. Staring at those intense, piercing eyes felt like staring straight at the sun in that moment, and so Lilac glanced away.

“Thank you for being in my life.”

The words were like a whisper, so quiet that she almost missed them. And when she did recognize them, Lilac almost  believed he was speaking to his friend's son. Until she glanced up to find him staring directly at her.

“You've done so much for me this past year,” he continued. “I could never repay you.”

“You never have to.”

“I know.”

Something unfurled in the space between them as blue eyes held hers—something that had grown impossible to ignore in the last year, something that had taken root on the night they first watched over Dolores's son.

A tiny shriek of amusement broke the spell. Hudson had gotten hold of Ethan's stethoscope and brandished it over his head with gusto. Still dazed, Lilac laughed as she watched him.

“Looks like someone else is in the running for your job, Doctor Ramsey.”

“Hm,” he said, pulling his chin out of the crazed path of the spinning stethoscope. “His technique is sloppy, but marginally better than most interns these days.”

Notes: More fluff for you!

I decided to hold off on YBF because I’m not happy with it. It has been driving me insane, you guys. I have to finally admit to myself that I’m severely blocked. Thank you everyone for understanding.

Love you all!

[maleyanderecafe]

Picture Perfect Romance (Visual Novel)

Created by: MurderDuck

Genre: Psychological Horror

This one is very strange and really depends on what your view is on different routes to see what exactly is going on. It has a very surreal and haunting storyline that mimics a bit of what happens in Tell-Tale Heart. I actually find the MC in this one refreshing since their optimistic attitude is quite humorous sometimes. It can be pretty surreal and ambiguous at times though, but I'll try to piece it together as best that I can.

The story starts with the MC to a coffee place to order something to drink. After finally ordering, they see someone come in asking to sit next to them. Afterwards this person will ask to take a picture of them and while leaving the cafe, they are kidnapped. They are woken up while wearing a bag over their head (which if they struggle enough can lead to their eye getting stabbed) and the person, Miller, introducing himself. Miller believes he and the MC are dating and soon after leaves to take a call. In this moment, the MC can attempt to escape their binds and look around the house. Here the MC can either kill Miller by grabbing a knife and stabbing him, attempt to hide in his room or look at the shrine that Miller has of them.

Going into the room can lead to either the MC jumping out of the window and dying, or hiding in the closet. If the MC hides in the closet, Miller will find them and the MC will beg him to keep them alive, promising to stay with him forever. Miller forgives them, and cuts off their legs so they can stay together forever.

Going to the shrine, the MC will hear what sounds like a baby screaming as well as a hole that's in the shrine. This leads to a secret entrance where the MC sees Miller crying over a picture of the MC. When the MC asks about what he's crying over, he mentions that the "babies" wanted him to kill the MC just like the others he's killed even though he doesn't want to. However, no matter what he says, you don't know what these "babies" are he's talking about. In the end the MC will leave Miller alone and he will either send a message to them or be taken by the police.

Not taking the knife can lead to the MC finding the key under Miller's bed, thus allowing them to escape. Leaving right away will allow the MC to escape, but Miller, knowing where the MC lives continues to stalk them.

If the MC were to lie about being quiet after Miller kidnaps them, the MC will scream and continuing to egg him on will cause Miller to inject the MC with some sort of drug, causing the MC to become euphoric. Flirting with Miller and even trying to coerce sex out of him will simply result in him them getting killed, telling the "babies" that they finally got what they wished. There's also a possibility of getting kissed, but the end result is the same.

The final and strangest thing is if the MC doesn't escape and simply allows Miller to take his phone call. Miller will take them to bed where they can either fall asleep or stay awake. Staying awake can lead to the chance of either killing Miller and escaping will lead to the MC successfully escaping and having Miller arrested. The strangest part is when the MC actually does fall asleep. When dreaming, they go to the cafe on a snowy day. They can only order "Elliot" and meet Miler wearing a strange mask. Miller states that they can either wake up, or listen to what he has to say about the babies. Miller explains that the house they're in is strange, and the stronger their love was, the louder the voices were. Miller reveals that he and the MC are the same, and that the MC never existed that they were the one who killed their partners. The MC realizes that their face was the person that Miller first killed, his first love.

The last ending is the thing that is the most surreal, since it recontextualizes the entire game and makes you think about what exactly is going on. Does Miller actually kidnap their first love or just a doppelganger? If the two are one in the same, does that mean this entire scenario is Miller/the MC's delusion? Are the babies just the victims that Miller had, or is he just living in the same lie over and over again? What happens in scenarios where Miller kills the MC, did he actually kill them, or is this some sort of delusion that represents his guilt? Is it the same when the MC kills Miller? Is what happens in the game what happens to Miller's first lover, or is it always a new victim? There's a lot of questions going on that are caused by this ending and it's interesting to speculate.

I actually liked the MC in this game because of how interesting their personality is, since a lot of different MC character's I've played in vns lately are generally far more cynical and depressed, it's a nice change of pace. The MC is really morbidly optimistic at times, looking on the bring side even when their legs are cut off, or even when they're eye has been stabbed out with a scissors. It makes the game a lot light hearted than other ones and I think it also makes it entertaining in a morbid way.

Miller on the other hand is an interesting yandere, especially if you are taking into account the dream sequence and that the MC and Miller are the same person. Miller in this case would likely be a delusional yandere, especially since he also seemingly can hear the babies that are crying. This is why I make the connection to Tell Tale heart, since it also seems like the babies are making Miller kill the people he's been kidnapping. Even if he's not hallucinating, I would say that he's at least some sort of possessive yandere, since in some endings he does cut off the MC's legs to prevent them from running. He also seems okay with dying if it's for the MC's sake and doesn't tolerate when the MC flirts with them, which is also rather interesting.

This game is very surreal but it is a very interesting concept and gives you a lot to think about. There are a lot of questions that aren't and it makes it an interesting experience. If you like more surreal yandere concepts, please give this a try.