#fic: son of hell

[2af-afterdark]

Son of Hell - Chapter 2

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Characters: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Beleth, Bimet, Valefor, Paimon, Leraye, Buer Content: Post-canon, omegaverse Word Count: 1,929

The streets of Gehenna were littered with the corpses of angels. Every step would find a foot separated from the ground by flesh or feather or cloth. And each and every single one of them was felled from the sky by an enraged Satan.

 The generals of Gehenna chose to simply watch in admiration as Satan dropped angel after angel from the sky, leaving their blood running through the streets. Getting in his way wouldn't simply result in a swift kick to the ass, but likely a hole through the chest.

 Paimon sat with Leraye on a nearby rooftop, the same place they had been stationed before Satan returned from the human realm.

 “Why is Satan so maddd?” Paimon asked, his rifle sitting lazily in his lap.

 “Not sure,” Leraye replied. “Maybe he wasn't able to meet Ra-on.”

 “But he was looking forward to seeing themmm.” 

 Leraye's face twisted into a pout. “I wanted to hear how they've been this last month.”

 After all, Hell was still at war. No one had wanted Ra-on to leave, but they had fulfilled their deal with Satan and that meant they could return to their own world and the man waiting there for them.”

 Paimon sighed. “Oh welllll.”

 Now was clearly not the right time to ask.

 Meanwhile, as soon as Mammon returned to Hell, he began to walk the streets of Tartaros and buy everything he could. Considering that Lilith’s disappearance meant that a child hadn’t been born in the last few thousand years, there was little in the way of supplies for one. Still, there was plenty he could shower upon Ra-on and he decided he wanted the items returned by the one tasked to watch them so he could gift them to the human who had so generously been watching his child. 

 His sudden spending was noticed by every citizen. It was lavish, even by his standards. Still, no one would dare to question their king's spending, especially since he seemed so happy each time he exchanged gold for goods.

 The only one who dared to question him was Valefor, who was the unfortunate retainer tasked with helping Mammon carry everything he bought. (Eligos and Bimet were there too, but they refused to help. Eligos was simply there to look adorable and, sometimes, bat his pretty eyes to convince Mammon to get him something or pet his head. Bimet was there to pick up any stray specks of gold that Mammon may have dropped and ensure Mammon did not spend more than necessary. After all, that extra money was better suited to his coffers.)

 “Lord Mammon, is there a special occasion?” Valefor asked.

 Mammon held up a bottle filled with a small amount of the golden water that ran through Tartaros, imagining how the toddler's feet would look dipped in gold.

 He didn't look at Valefor as he responded. “Ra-on had my child.”

 He said it so casually that every citizen that overheard him thought they must have misheard.

 The shop keeper suddenly cheered, “Their Majesty Ra-on has given Lord Mammon a child!”

 Almost immediately, near instantaneously, the news traveled across Tartaros. For the next week, gifts were delivered to the palace, all addressed to Mammon, Ra-on, and the yet unknown child. Some people even tried to create clothing, despite how long it had been since any of them had last seen a child.

 And, of course, Bimet began a fund for the child where he intended to keep a reasonable portion of the funds for himself as a gratuity.

 Across Hell, Leviathan entered his throne room and took his seat above everyone who bowed before him. Any devil that was unfortunate enough to ask how his trip to the human realm went found themselves hung from the ceiling before the full question could leave their mouth.

 He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his elbow leaned against the arm of his throne, and his cheek rested against his fist. His ill temper was clear to all who looked upon him and they dared not raise their heads to draw his ire.

 “Foras,” he finally called. Not a yell, but a simple command.

 “Yes, my most beautiful and glorious king?” The devil dropped his invisibility, revealing that he was kneeling at Leviathan’s feet.

 “The child,” Leviathan began the sentence, but clearly expected Foras to complete it.

 “Is not Minheyok’s.”

 Leviathan glared at Foras for daring to say that name in front of him.

 “Is not that humans,” Foras corrected himself. “He and their majesty Ra-on did not have an intimate relationship before it was revealed they were with child.”

 Which Leviathan had already known. Foras had informed him some time ago that Ra-on had a child. He had meant to see the child earlier, but the war still raging in Hell left him unable to do much more than sending his most trusted informant to keep watch over them. He had simply gone today to see if the child had begun to show any features that proved who the father may be. What he found instead was a child that was clearly Ra’on’s progeny.

 A small part of him was almost relieved that the child looked so much like Ra-on. Another part of him, the much larger part, was seething with envy that that child had an unknown father that, whoever that father may be, had created a child that looked so much like Ra-on. If that child began to develop features resembling another person… the thought alone filled him with jealousy.

 But jealousy wasn't boiling in everyone's heart.

 When Beelzebub returned to Hell, he immediately indulged himself in drink, food, and pretty male and female omega at his side. Abyssos was more than happy to welcome their king and pour endless booze into his cup.

 “It's always good to have you here, Lord Beelzebub,” the female omega said as she leaned in to press her breasts against his arm.

 The male omega topped off his glass with a smile. “It's been so long since your last visit that we thought you may not return.”

 Beelzebub looked between the two. “When was the last time I was here?” He couldn't seem to recall.

 “About three years ago.” The male omega picked up some chocolate from the table and held it out to Beelzebub. “Would you like some?”

 Beelzebub was not one to reject good food, especially because he could smell the spices hidden in the thick layers of cocoa. He readily ate it out of the omega's hand, purposefully nipping at their fingers as he devoured the confection in one bite.

 “Lord Beelzebub,” the male omega flushed and began to leak pheromones.

 “No fair. You're ignoring me,” the female omega whined as she also began to leak pheromones to try and steal his attention away.

 That was the appeal of this place though; omega who let their pheromones flow freely to rile up their alpha clients until the obvious happened.

 The attempt of the two omega hanging off of him reminded him of something. Or, rather, it made him feel like there was something he should have recalled, but he couldn’t. Oh well.

 Beelzebub wasn't complaining about forgetting it. He liked having two beautiful omega hanging off of him, filling his belly, and willing to spread themselves open for him. And the best part was that he wouldn't have to concern himself with the bill. Although, he could already hear Bael cursing him for that.

 And he wouldn't be the only one hearing from a close confidant.

 Buer listened to Bimet over the phone, getting the latest news from Tartaros. It was mostly the same old news as always, but it was not lost on him that Bimet was clearly hiding something. The kind of something that filled him with arrogance.

 “What is it?” Buer prompted Bimet, knowing that he was waiting to be asked.

 “The whole of Tartaros is celebrating. It seems our Majesty Mammon has had a child.”

 Buer was shocked by the news. So shocked that he presumed that Bimet was suffering from some sort of delusion.

 “And who would the mother of this child be?”

 “Is it not obvious?” Bimet chimed. “The mother is Ra-on.”

 Buer went silent.

 He was now positive that Bimet was having some sort of delusion.

 “I'd like you to come in for an appointment tomorrow. I need to check your head.”

 Bimet made a sound of annoyance. “Our Majesty Mammon said it so it must be.”

 To believe anything else would be to insinuate that Mammon was a liar, which was not in a devil's nature.

 “Of course,” Buer simply agreed. “Tomorrow, around noon. I will see you then.” He hung up before Bimet could protest.

 It would take a few more days for Paradise Lost to realize that the information was not a delusion of Bimet, nor was it an unfounded rumor. It was a half truth; Ra-on did indeed have a child. As for who the father was… that had yet to be proven.

 And the rumor did spread far and wide, though it did change some as it traveled.

 Beleth was the first to hear the rumor of Ra-on's supposed child. He thought about telling Belphegor, but he wasn't sure if his king would have a reaction. It was possible the news would awaken the king of sloth, but it was also possible that it would mean nothing. Still, in the end, he knew he would have to pass on the information that was quickly spreading through the whole of Hell.

 He sighed, took a seat at the foot of the bed where Belphegor lay in deep slumber, lit a cigarette, and steeled his nerves. He took a few drags, held the smoke in his lungs, then exhaled a thick white cloud. 

 “Ra-on went and had a kid.”

 He ripped the band-aid off. There was no point in trying to beat around the bush.

 There was no response from the bed.

 Beleth looked behind him where Belphegor was, only to see him still dozing off. It seemed the news wasn't shocking enough to rouse him.

 “Well, I told ya, so don't go pretendin’ yer surprised when ya hear it from someone else.”

 And it was in the mouths of every devil. Even those at the furthest reaches of Hell, beyond where just gossip should have been.

 Neverending moans and sighs filled the air of Aaddon. Every jail cell clattered with either screams of pleasure or torment, but Asmodeus listened to them all like they were music as he stroked himself to the sound. His kingdom was madness and he welcomed it.

 His latest partner had already passed out in a puddle of their and his cum, but they still twitched like they were experiencing another orgasm.

 “Your Majesty Asmodeus,” someone called from beyond the sealed door of his chambers. “There seems to be a rumor spreading across Hell.”

 Asmodeus stood from his spot, unconcerned with his nudity or his erection as he opened the sliding door to view the jailor face-to-face. The second they made eye contact, the lower devil appeared to go weak in the knees.

 Asmodeus ran his fingers under the jailor's chin, coaxing a moan from deep in their throat. He had just been growing bored of using his own hand, so he thought it kind that one of his citizens offered to continue where the other had left off.

 He could listen to this supposed rumor while fucking away their sanity and showing them pleasures they couldn't even begin to imagine.

[charcoaledrocks]

hello Tumblr User @pittdpeaches you ruined my life / j

[coqueverette]

clem, duck, and their post-apocalyptic babysitters napping after a long day (of playing hopscotch and kicking the ball around) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

i made this little blender remaster of one of my first ever renders to celebrate my blog anniversary! happy one year to bambination!!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

[facethemuses]

interesting to me that julia pennyworth's first (named) appearance in modern comics was her on a long term mission where she lived in hong kong.

when you refuse to write cass and send her to hong kong, she's hanging out with julia to me now.

you don't write julia or cass?? well, i'm cursing you to the forever hell, AND they're having the time of their lives somewhere while your blorbos go through the horrors.

[garden-of-rambles]

Posting yesterday about Penelope headcanons and preferring her depicted as being smart and manipulative over the warrior AUs, reminded me of a specific bit in my fic. One of the tags I have on it is even 'Political Penelope' and I was genuinely shocked that wasn't already a tag.

For context, within the story suitors have started to arrive and Eurymachus is one of the earliest ones. He attempts to trick Penelope and Telemachus with "proof" of Odysseus's death (presenting a piece of rubble from the remains of the Ithacan fleet, attempting to pass it off as from the King's ship specifically). Penelope sees through it quickly, and Telemachus does as well when they discuss it in private later.

She isn't a warrior in the traditional sense, but she is always fighting. Her mind and her words and her deliberate actions are the weapons she uses. This is something Odysseus has going for himself too of course, it's one of the ways they're alike in trying to think their way out of situations. But while Odysseus also has a bow and a sword and his own famous physical strength, Penelope's bow is her cleverness. Her sword is the words she chooses so carefully. Her strength is her mind. And for me, that's what makes her so compelling, and so engaging to write!

[sidesteppostinghours]

ok. question.

ortega ended up hallucinating sidestep after they "died", but sidestep doesnt know about that. they know it got bad, but never the full extent of how their death affected them. so if your sidestep Did learn, if they found out ortega looked for them in every little piece they could, would that change anything for your sidesteps? would their relationship with ortega be any different?

[likesdoodling]

So. This is a slightly misremembered scene from a lotr fic I read-

By that I mean I reckon I got the chaos but it's not word for word, I just thought it was hilarious. The fic is called 'What the Hell is Happening???' by Leader_In_Red.

Characters here are: Glorfindel, Legolas and Maglor, along with our pov character, Hazel.

Maedhros is also in this scene, but I forgot to draw him till a bit too late and I could not be bothered reworking everything after I'd already finished colouring. Just know that he is somewhere sword in hand with an 'I am disappointed in you Maglor' stare.

I would highly recommend this fic you're a lotr fan btw, (it's got a lot of stuff from the silmarillion, but most of the stuff is explained in the endnotes for those of us *cough -me- *cough who do not remember what actually happens in the silmarillion/couldn't be bothered reading it)

Premise is 'young lady out for a holiday finds elf in backyard- oh wait there's more-'

(I'm paraphrasing, but I feel like that's as good a description as any)

[dennisboobs]

one day i'll post my fic and you can finally witness this monster of a playlist that fuels my insanity

[frankiebirds]

this scene makes me need to lay down. goddddd.

sometimes i get the sense that reid is more attached to gideon than gideon is to reid. obviously they both serve as surrogates for the family member each is estranged from (gideon is estranged from his son and reid is estranged from his dad) but.

you know. reid clings to gideon, not physically but emotionally, and i think a lot of his wellbeing at the start of the series relies on gideon's presence. gideon almost certainly knows the most about reid out of anyone on the team—i don't think canon ever says that reid has told gideon about diana, but i would imagine he has—and i think reid feels understood by him in a way he doesn't by other people, even compared to the rest of the team who (mostly) try their best. i think he also tends to try to be as good and deserving as possible of gideon's presence, since he definitely at least partially feels like his father left because he wasn't good enough.

on the flipside, while gideon definitely sees reid as a son, he's...not the best dad. i think we see him repeating a lot of the mistakes that drove a wedge between him and stephen with reid, and i think that had mandy patinkin stayed on, we would have gotten a larger parallel there. he holds him at arms length, trying not to get too close, although he definitely cares about him more than he lets on and the mask slips sometimes, like this moment and on the plane after ldsk.

[2af-afterdark]

Son of Hell - Chapter 1

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Characters: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Minheyok, MC, Original Child Character(s) Content: Post-canon, omegaverse Word Count: 1,334 A/N: This series is technically set in the omegaverse. For simplicity's sake: all kings are alphas, Minheyok is a beta, and Ra-on is an omega. The terms "Mama" and "Papa" are gender-neutral in this world, as they simply refer to the person who gave birth and the person who is presumed to be the other parent. aka, male omega can be a "Mama" and female alpha can be a "Papa".

Satan clicked his tongue. “Why are you all following me?”

“You're going to see our master, are you not?” Mammon asked. “It would be rude of us not to greet them as well.”

“It's just like when we were kids.” Beelzebub leaned on Leviathan’s shoulder. “It brings back memories.”

Leviathan said nothing as his coffin manifested from thin air. White tentacles lashed out from inside, aiming straight for the king of gluttony's head.

Beelzebub burst into thousands of tiny flies, avoiding Leviathan’s attack entirely.

Satan ground his teeth. “No one invited you.”

The flies reconstituted themselves back into Beelzebub. “We invited ourselves.”

“If it bothers you, you can go back,” Leviathan said.

“YOU-”

Leviathan ignored Satan's outburst. “Conceal your horns before you create a panic in the human realm.”

Mammon laughed at the fact that Satan’s anger did little to dissuade the others from joining him on his venture to the human realm.

After getting past Kox, the four of them easily made their way to the human realm.

The human realm was, at least in the king's opinions, okay. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as their Hell, but it was a fine place for humans to spend their lives.

They weren't here to see the sights of Earth, however. Satan and his unwanted entourage had come for one reason and one reason only: to find Ra-on.

It had been a little over a month since Ra-on had completed their deal and freed the 72 and kings of their old contracts to Solomon and left Hell. The war wasn't over, but it was certainly easier now that the strongest devils were finally at full power again.

Satan first tried Minhyeok's house, knowing that Ra-on had always been there in the past. When no one answered, though, he tried to kick the door. Mammon had to raise a golden hand to stop the impact, reminding Satan that Ra-on would be upset if they caused such damage before even greeting them. 

Beelzebub laughed. “Ra-on's not here anyway.” He couldn’t smell them or anyone else inside the house.

“Then where are they?” Satan asked between gritted teeth.

“Hmmm…” Beelzebub sniffed the air then began to walk. “This way.”

The other kings followed behind him, though few were happy about allowing him to take the lead. Still, he guided them toward the place that smelled the most of Ra-on.

It was a large swath of grass, where many humans were gathered and running around. However, the familiar sight of someone with lilac hair standing at the edge of the large area was unmistakable. Their back was turned to the kings, but each of them still knew who that figure belonged to.

“Ra-on,” Satan called to the human who was barely paying attention to anything other than what they were apparently staring at in the distance.

Their lilac hair fluttered in the wind as they looked back upon hearing their name. Their eyes blew open wide as they took in the sight of four of the kings of hell walking toward them in broad daylight.

The person who looked back at them was clearly the Ra-on they remembered, still wearing the collar around their neck to keep themselves from being claimed by some stray alpha, but a little older in years. What had been about only a month in Hell for the devils had clearly been around three or four in the human realm and it showed on Ra-on's face.

“Satan? What are you doing here?” They asked with a mixture of surprise, excitement, and concern.

Leviathan glared at them. “Is he the only one you see?”

Their heart hammered in their chest, feeling Leviathan’s displeasure at not being addressed.

“I'm sorry. Of course I'm glad to see everyone else too.”

Leviathan squinted, his anger clearly growing.

“You seem to be doing well,” Mammon helpfully interrupted.

“Yeah.” Their reply was brief and their eyes darted to the side, looking off somewhere in the distance. “I would love to catch up with you all later, but now isn't a good time. Maybe we can talk tomorrow?”

Satan pursed his lips together as his attitude quickly shifted from excitement to annoyance. “You can spend time with us now.”

“I really can't. Not right now. I promise that I really want to catch up with everyone but-”

“Ra-on, are these friends of yours?” 

They broke out into a nervous sweat as Minheyok walked up to them and interrupted the conversation.

Every single king of Hell glared at the man who they knew was important to Ra-on. It had been a few years since Satan had brought the man back from the dead and he had grown a little more mature, but he was still recognizable. The others remembered him from their brief meeting on one Halloween, even if they knew he wouldn't recognize them in return. And, with their horns hidden as Leviathan had reminded them, it was unlikely that Minheyok would be able to identify them as devils.

More than that, though, was the sight of the toddler hanging off of Minhyeok's hip. Their little eyes shone brightly as they laid eyes on Ra-on, then they broke out into a wide smile.

“Mama,” they called jubilantly as they reached out to Ra-on.

Ra-on looked at the kings of Hell with guilt in their eyes before reaching out for the child and taking them from Minhyeok.

To say the kings were shocked would be an understatement. Each of them stared at the three humans in disbelief.

“Hey baby,” Ra-on coo'd at the child with a smile. “Did you and Papa have fun?”

“He and me chase the woof dog.”

“Oh, that sounds like so much fun!” Ra-on beamed. “Are you ready for lunch yet?”

“I wan dinosaurs!”

“Dinosaurs and carrots.”

The child pouted. “No. Only dinosaur.”

“Then don't expect an ice pop. No dessert unless you eat your veggies.”

The child looked upset as they turned to Minheyok. “Papa?”

“You heard Mama. No dessert unless you finish your veggies.”

The child frowned, but seemed to accept defeat.

Ra-on refused to look the kings in the eyes. “I'll catch up with you all later, okay?”

They didn't wait for an answer before walking away as quickly as they could with the child on their hip and Minheyok at their side.

“Ra-on's child looks like them” Leviathan was the first to speak, jealousy leaking out of his words like a broken faucet.

“The kid definitely smells like Ra-on,” Beelzebub added, as if to confirm there was no doubt that the child was indeed born of them.

“Tch.” Satan ground his teeth.

Mammon was the only one who didn't have a comment. After all, if everything in the world was his, then that included Ra-on's child, regardless of who the father was. He would have to remember to give his child a grand gift to celebrate their birth, their 100 days, and each holiday he missed. 

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Later that night, Ra-on and Minheyok were laying Seo-jūn down to rest. The child was stubbornly kicking off their covers and screaming that they didn't want to go to sleep. They wanted to stay up to play robots and watch princesses.

Ra-on struggled to lay the child down, even after promising to read them a story to help them sleep.

Minheyok intervened. “Ah, but if you go to bed now, then you'll wake earlier and have more time for robots and princesses. Plus, there will be breakfast.”

The child stilled for a moment. “Pancakes?”

“With strawberry syrup,” he promised.

Seo-jūn pursed his little lips together, but snuggled under the blankets and screwed his eyes shut as if trying to will himself to sleep so morning – and pancakes – would come.

Ra-on looked at Minheyok with gratitude before turning to the child who now lay calmly in bed. They ran their hand through their child's hair, careful to avoid the small, hard nubs hidden in his violet locks, before leaning down to kiss his forehead and wish him a peaceful sleep.

[vani-ash]

Trying to figure out how a Kim and Thongkam switching places au would work, like what points should they switch. Do I make Kim shave his head. Does Thongkam have to pretend to be a pop singer. As much as I want him to, I don't think Jingna would gently bully fake Thongkam for suddenly forgetting everything about durians, he would be very confused about it though. Chay absolutely would be a dick to fake Kim, even when Kim's trying to apologise.

Just one day Thongkam dials the bitchiness up to 100 and Kim becomes really sweet for no reason. Thongkam changing, I think only Jingna would notice. Kim changing, everyone is noticing.

'Kim' starts eating durian all the time and everyone's like 🤨 Kim are you okay? You hate durian.

'Thongkam' is in hell. No matter how hard he showers he smells of durian.

[nsfandomdump]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga), 地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minamoto Kou/Mitsuba Sousuke Characters: Mitsuba Sousuke, Minamoto Kou Additional Tags: Picture Perfect Arc (Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun), Alternate Universe - Character Swap, Mitsukou Swap AU, No Beta We Die Like Kou Did In This AU Summary:

School Mystery Number Three simply watched. Taking note of how Mitsuba’s entire being seemed to soften at the sight of the boy exorcist, his eyes wide with wonder and amazement and longing and so many other emotions. The way he softly whispered the name, his soft smile as he does so, filled with pure affection. Directed at the boy his face had belonged to, the boy he so badly wishes he was.

or

Chapter 47-48, except in this universe, Mitsuba and Kou swapped places

[sistertethys]

i really like it when people ship two non-related characters and just make them related for no reason expect for the love of the game

[malkaleh]

Somewhere inside the High King Erenion is screaming but Gil-Galad has locked that in a box. He cannot afford it.

But none of this had gone well from the start.

Teithor had spotted the danger but felt as though he had no standing to intervene. The High King had been all brisk business - almost icy and it made Teithor wrinkle his nose. He supposed the peredhel had not meant much to him after all but should the High King at least make an attempt at sorrow for the sake of an alliance with the King Of Khazad Dûm. But he was doing no such thing.

“You…you’re relieved! I can tell it you gold stuck up! Bet you took some of yon fancy elvish wine to toast getting rid of that, what did you say to him ‘above your privilege peredhel’ Did you slip a note to Saur…”

Teithor wished any other were here in this moment. For Queen Disa was busy with the Lady of Eregion and Lord Cirdan with the same so it was simply the two kings. And Teithor.

“And you, King Durin. Did you come for him or did you decide there were more important matters to attend to? And think of me what you will but I would not treat with The Deceiver”

“I think you would do anything to grasp upon that…”

There was a rapid series of words in Khazad that Teithor understood not but the tone was clear.

@themalhambird @nocompromise-noregrets @plotdesigner

[landfilloftrash]

so I finished reading Turnabout Enemies and just about screamed throughout the entire thing— from delight and in baffled confusion in true ace attorney case fashion— so have this from one of the final scenes of the fic (chapter 21 to be specific!) because I am INCREDIBLY predictable

[officially-unhinged]

Freminet is fantasy pagan and worships the Sovereigns and y'all can tear that from my cold dead hands. I mean it I'm not letting this go it brings me SO MUCH joy. It's so fucking funny too in the fic's context.