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disaster-daydreams · 2 years ago

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See You Later pt. 9

Mammon (Obey Me! Shall We Date?) x GN!reader

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A/N - Okay so this isn't going to end sad I swear. It won't end with a pretty gold ribbon but I won't end sad. Anyways, I know I literally dropped off the face of the planet. Uh,,, I can't go into detail about what happened but basically I got my entire life yanked out from under me wHOO! But I also started college and uh,,, 15 hours with 9 of them being writing intensive? Not a good choice. But I'm an English major now!! And next semester will be easier.

CW! Trauma, and MC collapses. Also, crying, bc MC was laying on the FLOOR for WAY too long.

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“It’s not bad, I promise. It’s just… problematic.” Barbatos sighed, pulling back to sit on the balls of his feet. “And I suppose I’m not being entirely truthful. That has happened before, just…” He hesitates, and glances at Diavolo.

“It’s nothing. Just know, for now, do not use your pacts. They will not work correctly, and you may end up hurting the brothers if you try.” Barbatos stands up and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “I will have to work on a solution. Lucifer,” he looks over, and suddenly Barbatos seems much older than anyone else in this room. “I will be out of commission for the time. Keep things under control.”

Lucifer nods, and Diavolo glances between them. “Do I… get any context for this?”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend it now. Go to sleep. Your distressingly overdue paperwork can wait.”

Diavolo cringed, nodding and choosing to take this small mercy over questioning the butler. Barbatos, satisfied with this, turns to leave. Just as he makes it to the door, he turns. “Listen. The magic that was required to change you… it is incredibly powerful. You will find its equal in no books or legends. Do not attempt to alter it.”

The door slams as he leaves, and Diavolo lets out a shaky breath.

“That was… concerning, to say the least,” Diavolo laughs, and Mammon decides that he has definitely been crying. Part of him wants to comfort the prince, but he also doesn’t know if he can get up yet.

“What is he going to do? Being out of commission… and he didn’t ask, or even wonder if there could have been another way.” Lucifer murmurs, still looking at the doors. “There has to be some other way. He shifts, rolling his shoulders as he stands and pulls Diavolo to his feet. “In any case, I can’t carry them together. I’ll get Mammon; he’ll be the strongest. And heaviest.” Diavolo nods, uncertain. “Just to a bedroom, for now. We all need sleep.”

The shuffle down the hallway was slow and painful and tense. So many questions, and soreness, and exhaustion. Apparently Mammon had been out for only a day, and Diavolo had been inconsolable. Lucifer had barely slept since the beginning of this ordeal, he just didn’t show it as much. Barbatos had been by his side the whole time, and Satan had been running around doing his best to research the magic required to pull the human out of their trance.

Mammon, halfway to the bedroom they would stay in, was able to stand on his own. Lucifer was going to help Diavolo, but by the time he even thought about it, Mammon had glued himself to the human’s free side. They were both breathing heavily, and the human’s hand had begun to spasm, even in the clasp of Mammon’s.

“I feel like Barbatos knows something and won’t tell me.” Diavolo sounded crushed, like all the air had been taken from his lungs. The group kept walking.

“We are going to talk later about your impulsiveness, Mammon,” Lucifer’s voice was low and quiet, no trace of the threat the words conveyed. “You could have never come back.” The group kept walking.

“I feel like there’s somethin’ wrong with my head.” Mammon blinked rapidly, wavering dangerously. Lucifer grabbed his arm and righted him. The group kept walking.

“I hurt.” A squeak, barely audible, sounded before the human completely collapsed. Diavolo caught them, and he carried them bridal style the rest of the way to the room.

It was comfortable and cool, with a thick comforter on each of two wide beds. Curtains billowed in the breeze the doors created, shifting across the carpeted floors. Diavolo gently placed the human in the nearest bed, pulling the covers up to their chin. They smiled at him and made a small noise in the back of their throat, but the effort seemed too much and they gave up. Diavolo smiled and turned towards Mammon.

“You have the choice to stay in the second bed, but,” Diavolo blinked slowly, rubbing his eyes. “I think they would appreciate it more if you stayed with them. Go easy on yourselves, and sleep as long as you need.” His smile fell, and his gaze shifted past Mammon and Lucifer, focused on some distant point. “I think Barbatos may take a while.”

Mammon nodded, muttering a ragged “Thanks,” before pulling himself in with his human. Their hand twitched against his chest, and they nestled into him, pulling into his warmth. They were cold, unnaturally so, and shaking even more.

The sniffling started soon after the door creaked shut, their tears dripping onto his neck and hands gripping his shirt. Mammon pulled them closer, interlocking their legs and wrapping his arms around their waist. It clicked for him that this wasn’t over; they were in pain, of course they would be, they were in that horrible place for much longer than he was. There was so much he wanted to ask them; how many times they had lived through those memories, how much they had thought of him, what they were feeling right now.

He buried his face in their neck, breathing them in and wishing that this could have been under better circumstances, that one day they could be together without pain, or sadness, or some threat hanging over their heads.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed that on ya so suddenly,” he started, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I should’ve given ya time. I should’ve thought about all this before. I just-”

“Mams.”

“Right.”

He sighed, pulling them in. The drift off to sleep was slow and often interrupted; One of them would shift, or jerk awake, or have a nightmare, and the other would be there to comfort them. Time held no meaning - the door stayed closed, the view from the window never changed, and the only noise in the room was fabric shifting and steady breathing. For the first time since the exchange program began, the two were allowed to find solace in each other without fear or hesitation.

For the first time since they had met, they allowed themselves to love each other.

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bluejay-writes · 9 months ago

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Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 7

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen Chapter 7 Wordcount: 3563 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael Summary: Jake comes into conflict with an angel. Gets help from an unexpected source, but the conflict continues when he gets 'home'. Chapter Warnings: Panic Attacks

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Chapter 7 - I'm not panicking, you're panicking.

As Jake went back to his room, Raphael’s eyes followed him in concern. He started after him, determined to make sure the human was alright after an encounter like that with Michael, but was stopped by Feniel once he reached the hallway.

“Don’t.” Feniel said, quietly enough that his voice would reach the office but his words would not. “I’ll go check on him, but you need to stay here. Don’t let Michael know you care, he’ll use it against you.”

Raphael nodded, but said nothing. Feniel turned and followed after Jake. As Raphael took his place again by the office door, Michael called out to him.

“What did Feniel need, Raphael?”

“He was confirming that tonight’s lecture was at 7:30. He didn’t want to be late like last time.”

“Ah. I see he’s finally starting to take responsibility for his failings.”

Raphael made a soft sound that could be taken as agreement or simply acknowledgment, and the room once again fell silent.

Jake didn’t know how, exactly, he made it back to his room. One moment he was walking up the stairs from the basement, and the next he was sitting on the floor between his bed and the wall, knees tucked up to his chest and tears rolling down his cheeks. His phone lay next to him on the floor, the chat with his mom open.

Jake > Mom: Is everything okay? Are you okay?

He was in such a state of panic that he was absolutely certain that something had happened with his father when he wasn’t there. That he’d get home and find out that since he wasn’t there to deter his father from hurting her that she’d be dead and there’d be no one to know, and it would be all his fault. It was always all his fault.

Jake tried to breathe. He knew breathing was how he was supposed to get a handle on himself when things like this happened, but each breath felt like he was filling his lungs with needles. He was so focused on breathing that he didn’t notice his door opening - he’d forgotten to lock it behind him - and was startled when someone appeared crouched down in front of him, holding his hands in both of theirs.

“Jake, are you with me?” a soft voice broke into his thoughts.

Jake couldn’t even bring himself to open his eyes and look at whoever was there. They must be a friend because they called him Jake, but he couldn’t get out of his head enough to interact.

Whoever it was squeezed his hands, and just waited with him until he could calm down enough to be a person again. Jake didn’t know how long it took, but whoever it was had the patience of a saint. Or, well, an angel. Because when he opened his eyes, Feniel was kneeling on the floor in front of him, a concerned look on his face.

“Jake?”

Jake looked at him in confusion for a moment. Why was he here?

“Jake, are you okay?”

Jake shook his head. “Nope.” he managed to get out, his voice sounding like a gritty mess from the tears. “Sorry.”

Feniel sighed, and handed him a glass of water. Where had he gotten that from? Did he bring it with him knowing Jake would need it? He had so many questions.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” Feniel said, taking the now-empty glass from him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jake chuckled, but it was a mirthless sound. “Are you going to twist my words back on me, too? No, I think I’m good, thanks.”

Feniel winced. “I’m not Michael.” he said, but sighed. “But I won’t push you. Can I do anything for you?”

Jake considered, remembering Feniel’s concern about him not sleeping before coming here to start with, and then his derailing Michael for him earlier. The angel had done nothing but be kind to him, which was more than he could say for others.

“Fen, I’m sorry.” He said with a sigh. “You didn’t deserve me biting at you like that.”

“Fen?” Feniel said, with one eyebrow raised.

“Shit. Feniel. Sorry, I’m bad about nicknames, I—”

“Actually, I like it.” He said quietly. “You can call me Fen.”

“Really?” Jake looked up at the angel in shock. “I thought angels didn’t do nicknames.”

“Yes, well, not all angels or whatever.” Feniel said with a shrug.

“Okay Fen. Sorry again for being an asshole. I get… angry… when I’m coming down from a panic like that.”

Feniel nodded, and looked like he wanted to say something else, but then his pocket started ringing.

“Oh. I should take that. You’ve got about half an hour left before lecture. Maybe wash your face and take a minute to yourself before you come down?” He waved, answering the call as he walked out of Jake’s room and back to his own.

Twenty minutes later found Jake back down in the seminar classroom. He was ten minutes early, but already angels were starting to fill the seats. The evening seminar room was in their dorm building, which was both good and bad. Good because he didn’t have to go outside to get back to his room, bad because he had basically no excuse for missing or being late to evening lecture. Not that he planned to, but that wasn’t the point! Jake picked a spot in the second row, not quite at the edge. If Angels were anything like his usual teachers, they’d completely ignore that spot when looking for people to answer questions. While he didn’t have a book to read like Nia usually did, Jake still got out his notebook and pens, and busied himself doodling on the cover. He’d have to get more colors of pen, just blue wasn’t cutting it.

A few minutes later, a shadow fell over Jake’s notebook, and he looked up to see none other than Raphael taking the seat next to him. He was still feeling a bit shaky from his panic attack earlier, and he wasn’t entirely sure that the angel wasn’t sitting there to monitor him, so he was guarded, if quietly pleased at the company.

The lecture itself wasn’t bad, actually. Boring, for sure, but actually basic and useful information that would help him understand some of the cultural differences between his usual life and living here in the Celestial Realm. Jake knew this. He tried to internalize as much as he could. Of course, this was between glances at the angel next to him. Something about Raphael was compelling. The ash-blonde hair. The abs on display without a shred of modesty. Jake couldn’t seem to stop stealing looks. And he knew he’d been caught when his eyes met Raphael’s. Had the angel been stealing glances back? Or was he just tired of Jake staring?

The blush on Jake’s cheeks would give him away instantly if someone looked, so he stopped stealing glances at the (attractive eye candy) angel next to him, and instead put his energy into taking deep breaths while trying to pay attention to the lecture.

This worked for a sum total of ten minutes before he was back to sneaking glances, of course. But with better self-control. And that is the only thing that saved him from gasping in surprise like an idiot when the next time he looked at Raphael, the Angel met his eyes… and smirked.

The seminar had gone long, and Jake was exhausted by the time he got back to his room. All he did before curling up to sleep was plug in his phone on his bedside table. He didn’t even check his messages. He probably should have. It was a mistake he was unlikely to make again.

The next morning, Jake woke early once again from the ever-present nightmares in his life. He grabbed his phone, which was blinking, and checked his messages.

Mom > Jake: I’m fine, Jake. What’s up?

Then, half an hour later,

Mom > Jake: Jakey? Are you okay?

Again;

Mom > Jake: Jake, you’re worrying me, honey.

Then ten minutes later, a message from Nia.

Nia > Jake: Jake? Your mom called me. She’s worried. Are you okay?

And an hour after that,

Nia > Jake: Damnit, Jake. Call your mother.

So many messages missed. He had a lot of them. And missed calls. Maybe he shouldn’t have it on silent…

Jake > Nia: Sorry, yesterday was… a time. Gonna call mom. Will explain later.

Jake looked at the clock. 5:30, so late enough that he could call mom. He tapped her contact and let it ring.

“Jakey?!” his mother’s worried tone rang through his phone, and instantly he felt horrible. “Hi mom, sorry. There was an evening seminar and I forgot to check my phone before I went to sleep.” “You worried me, young man.” “I’m sorry.” “And why were you messaging to ask if I was okay, anyway? I’m fine. Everything’s going well here. It’s been three days, nothing much has happened yet.” “Sorry, I just…” Jake felt himself get choked up, and willed the tears not to fall. “Jake, honey, are you okay?” “I’m okay. Just had a panic attack yesterday, so I was worried about you.” “Panic attack? Did something trigger you, honey?” “Yeah, just there’s someone here who reminds me too much of dad.” “Oh, honey. You’re safe from him there, okay? Find someone you trust to hug. Maybe the other human?” “Yeah. Shiny would probably give me a hug, she’s nice.” “She’s the one you sent the photo of, right?” “Yep.” “Yeah. She looks nice.”

A knock at the door startled him, and he suddenly worried that he’d woken someone up with his phone call.

“Someone’s knocking at my door mom, I gotta run.” “Okay, baby. Text Nia and tell her you talked to me or she’ll still be worried.” “I did already, mom.”

Jake ended the call, and went to answer the door. Standing there was none other than the most daunting of exchange students, Yboun’dih, or as he liked to call her, Bunny.

“Hey, Bunny. What’s up? I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, no. I was awake because I was working out, and I heard you talking. I guess I was eavesdropping… but did I hear you say you needed a hug?”

Jake laughed, and invited her in so that she didn’t wake anyone else up.

“I was talking to my mom on the phone, and she suggested that I needed a hug, yeah.”

“I give good hugs! Can I hug you?”

Jake blinked. Why the hell not?

“Sure.”

Bunny reached out and pulled him into what was one of the most amazing hugs he’d ever experienced.

Raphael steeled himself for the conversation that was to come. He wasn’t expecting it to go well, but he had to try something. Feniel had told him what had happened after Jake left the night before, and all he could do was grit his teeth. He wanted to go up to the human’s room and make sure he was still alright this morning. Gabriel had mentioned offhandedly that the boy had been early to help cook breakfast, but he’d looked impossibly tired during gym class. There was no way he’d slept enough, and if it kept up, he was likely to make himself ill by not sleeping. Humans were notably weak about things like getting enough rest, and who knows how a human would react to a simple head cold or stomach bug in the Celestial Realm. He didn’t, at the very least, have any idea. And he didn’t want to find out simply because he did nothing when he could have intervened. And it’s not that he cared specifically about this one human. It was the principle of the thing. And, you know, saving himself more work down the line when something did happen.

Raphael reached out and knocked on Michael’s office door. Not his temporary office in the basement of the mixed dorm, but his proper office in the school building.

“Come in, Raphael.” Michael said, his voice reverberating through the door.

“Michael.” Raphael said, stepping into his office. “Do you have a moment? I have a suggestion.”

“Oh?” Michael set down what he was working on, and looked up at Raphael.

"I was thinking about my workload, compared to yours, Sir.”

“How do you mean?” Michael raised an eyebrow.

“Well, with the addition of the exchange program, you now have a lot more work on your plate. Given that the exchange program looks like it might be a discipline issue, I was wondering if it would help you to have me pick up the oversight on the exchange students. I could move into Feniel’s room, and keep them out of trouble. Then you could return to using this office and actually have some time to relax. Sir.”

“Ah, I did see you sitting with the human boy last night.” Michael said, clearly thinking it over.

“Yes.” Raphael said, nodding. “Given that you already had to speak to him once, I thought it couldn’t hurt to make my presence known, to avoid further stepping out of line.”

“Mhm.” Michael said, nodding. “I could certainly use the assistance. Let’s go with your idea, Raphael. Thank you for being such a devoted member of my staff.”

Raphael nodded, and turned to leave. “Of course, Michael. I will move after classes today.”

“Oh, and Raphael?” Michael said, as the angel crossed the threshold of his office. “You may take the standard punishments in hand - just give me a weekly report on transgressions.”

Raphael nodded. No further discussion was required, so he made his exit.

That conversation went flawlessly. As though Michael had already thought of it. Or was looking for someone to pass the work off onto. Raphael couldn’t help but be concerned about what the Voice of God was thinking with this entire mess, but if he could keep the exchange students from butting heads with Michael constantly, it would make the year that much better.

Jake stared at the page on the desk in front of him in satisfaction. There was no seminar tonight, so he’d sat down to work on all of the assignments he’d gained this week. Sure, he could have waited for the weekend to do all of his homework, but he really liked to get things done. Besides, getting everything done meant he could sleep more. Which he needed, around the nightmares that plagued him constantly. It was almost like they were worse now that he was away from his mother. He woke every morning feeling like he needed to call and check in with her. Of course, this made her happy because she wanted to hear from him and know how he was doing, but it was getting harder to keep his mind under control with all of the stress, and he really didn’t want to have to deal with a repeat of yesterday. Being so tired meant that he was likely to accidentally run into someone again, and if the situation with Ophaniel was something that was likely to repeat, well, he should focus on trying to get more sleep to avoid it.

With all of his assignments complete, however, Jake found himself without anything else to do, and it still seemed too early to go to sleep. Not that the utterly unchanging daylight gave him any real kind of circadian rhythm. That was, of course, about the time he started hearing noises next door. For a moment, he wondered if the demons were getting up to something, and then he realized that the noise was coming from Fen’s small room, the one that was supposed to be vacant.

Jake made his way to the door and peeked out to see someone carrying something into the room next door.

Someone tall, attractively built, unreasonably dressed, with ash-blonde hair... Wait a minute. Why is Raphael bringing things to Fen’s old room?

“Raphael?” Jake called, questioning. After a moment, the angel in question stuck his head back out of the room, a curious look on his face. He didn’t say anything, but the question in his eyes was enough to tell Jake he was wondering why he’d called the angel’s name. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“Moving in.” Raphael said, before ducking back into the room, as though that was absolutely enough to answer every question Jake could have had. Hint: It was not.

Jake walked over and leaned on the doorway. “You can’t tell me you don’t have some kind of extravagant room in a different dorm. Why here, in Fen’s tiny room?”

Raphael looked at him, and shrugged. “It’s closer to the exchange students. You’re my problem now.”

Jake grumbled, puffing out his cheeks. “I’m not a problem.”

That smirk was back on Raphael’s face. The same one he’d worn that first seminar night. “Not to me, you’re not. Michael on the other hand…”

Jake felt his cheeks heat up, and made himself look anywhere but at the angel in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean.” He didn’t want to be a problem to anyone, but Raphael was definitely a problem for him. An attractive problem. Yep. This was most definitely a crush. On an angel. He’d been here less than a week! Nia was going to tease him so much. “Anyway. I’ll let you finish moving in. I’m, uh, next door if you need anything. Which I’m sure you knew already but…” Stop while you’re ahead, Jake. “Bye!” He ducked back into his own room and shut the door, leaning against it.

What the heck, Jake?!

Jake grabbed his phone and looked down at his messages, seeing a new one from Nia blinking at him.

Nia > Jake: So, uh. I just made a pact with a demon.

That was not at all what he was expecting to read, and tapped the call button.

“Jake!” Nia said, laughing quietly “You called right away.” “Of course I did, are you kidding? What do you mean you made a pact with a demon?” Jake went right for the point, pulling no punches but also keeping his voice down so as not to share her news with the entire dorm. “Well, some things happened the first night I was here, and Mammon wanted to make sure he could find and protect me in case anything happened. But, like, don’t worry. I didn’t sign away my soul or anything.” She yawned, and Jake could practically hear her jaw creak. Girl was tired. The pact must have really taken it out of her. “Shiny said that souls weren’t a requirement for pacts and covenants, but that they needed something usually, to tie to or whatever. So what’d you give him?” Jake said, nudging her into telling the whole story, as was their usual habit. “W-well.” She stuttered, and Jake knew this was about to be some juicy gossip. He was enthralled immediately. “Mammon’s the avatar of greed, so…” “Spit it out, Nia. You’re obviously tired, and I don’t want you to fall asleep before the reveal.” Nia laughed, and Jake’s heart warmed to hear it. His bestie was happy. He missed her. So much. But that warmth was immediately washed away in shock when she finally answered him. “My first kiss. Something he couldn’t get anywhere else. Something he can’t be forced to give back.” Her voice was a hushed whisper, and Jake’s mouth just hung open like a fish. “Girl! You gave your first kiss to a demon?!” “He’s sweet. And careful with me. And everyone here treats him like shit, including himself. And, not that it was an important factor but it certainly didn’t hurt: He’s hot as hell.” “Well, I mean you’re in hell.” “No, wait, check this out.”

Jake pulled his phone away from his head when it beeped, and a picture of a demon with his abs on display at a photo shoot waited in his chat with Nia.

“Oh my.” Jake said. “He’s delicious, Nia.” “Right?!” He could hear the blush in her tone, and he loved it. He loved hearing his bestie so happy. And if what Shiny had said about pacts was correct, now she had someone who had a vested interest in protecting her. “I’m actually glad you did this pact thing, Nia.” “What? Why?” “Well I was talking to Shiny - Angels have something similar, they’re called Covenants up here though. And it sounds like you’ve made a good bond with someone who really just wants to keep you safe. And it makes me feel so much better about being away from you. I mean, I know how you were bullied at school, and I can’t help if you get bullied by demons this year, you know? But it sounds like Mammon can. So… good.” “Jake, you’re the—“ She yawned mid-sentence, still trying to talk through the action. He was pretty sure she’d said he was the best friend ever, but one could never be sure with yawn-speak. “Yeah, yeah.” He said, brushing it off. “Just don’t forget about me now that you’re making lifetime besties with a demon.” “How could I ever? You’ll always be my best friend, Jake.” “Same, Nia.” Jake said, smiling so big he felt like his face would break. “Now get some sleep. I’m gonna crash too.” “Niiight.”

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tragedyofdevotion · 2 years ago

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Yeah I have just finished the chapter 10 and

HOW COULD THEY!!!!!!

How could they left that cliffhanger there!!!!

And the story was simply amazing.

Since the part where Diavolo found out that mc is human, the story keeped rising. (I have to admit that never did I imagine it would happen so fast.)

Now that they are asking mc, will they answer the truth? Solomon had told them exactly to avoid doing so. But I am sure lying to Diavolo and Lucifer would be impossible.

And I am really regretting that I didn't play the og game regularly. TBH Obey me Shall we date was the first ever otome game I have ever played. But then there appeared new games like TWST or Genshin and I stopped playing Ob cuz it became too much of a chore to level up. And now I am really regretting it. Like I didn't even know what the ring of light is and had to Google it. I feel like I am unfit to be a fan.

Still, the story was just amazing. The first chapters focused on each brother's feeling to the devildom while the last two to three chapters are about MC's existence and nightbringer.

But I have to tell. It all makes sense why Solomon was always considered sus. The way he was convincing Asmo to forge a pact was exactly like a conman. Then in chapter 1, he was appealing Lucifer to forge a pact and that looked like a salesman. Also why is Barbatos so angry with him? Did he con Barbatos to forge a pact, too? I am curious about the two's relationship.

And Mammon was being tsundere as always but I also found him very dependable. He was always behind Lucifer's back no matter what others say. And I think that he truly believes Lucifer from the bottom of his heart.

Satan was also sooo adorable and kinda innocent. Like the way he was looking at the cat and talking with Simeon made me remember that he has just come into existence a year or so ago.

Overall, all the characters are amazing!!! I can't wait to have new chapters and in the meantime I must remember not to stop farming and leveling up the cards (I barely reached chapter 10 after using up all the strength level up things and I am sure I won't be able to win a single battle in the coming chapters.)

Well I really enjoyed Obey me nightbringer! Getting to know the boys' past and their true feelings gave depth to their characters. Below is my view on Obey me Nightbringer. But they might be wrong because I am stupid and I have only read until chapter 5.

But I can't help but think about how everyone in the original timeline would react if they woke up one day and mc is gone. And no matter how much they search the three realms, they can't find mc anywhere.

I feel like this would hurt the brothers most since this literally was their nightmare. Among them, I think Mammon, Asmo and Belphie would react the worst. And while the others would not berserk like those three, they would waste themselves away in finding you.

And in the nightbringer, Solomon was reminding mc about how a place they belong which is the present.

So, will there come a day where mc have to choose between going back to original timeline or staying in the past?

It is clear to see that the "past" brothers need their attendant's help more than the "present" brothers need their master because the past brothers are very recently fallen and all of them are all lost as to what they should do from now on. (The angst of these chapters are just plain heartbreaking. I just wanna go inside the screen and hug those boys tight.)

But if mc stayed in the past in favor of them, the brothers in the present would have to spend centuries in despair while searching for their master who would never return.

On the other hand, if mc went back to present, the brothers in the past would lose the only one salvation they had found amisdt their pain and misery.

The ironic fact is that although there were countless fanfics about replaced mc au, it was actually mc who would replace them. I know it was not their intentions to go to the past, and they are trying their best to return as of now. But although they technically didn't "replace" the brothers, they did leave the "present" brothers and now bonding with the "past" brothers.

So, basically Nightbringer is just a huge replaced brothers au.

Another fact I am extremely worried about is how would the brothers in nightbringer would react if they found out mc was actually human. Right now, it was not clearly expressed that mc has horns growing out of their head. So, it can be that the demons just assumed mc is a fellow demon because they are in devildom and there is no way a human would be in devils' realm in the current state of things. Or even if they reincarnated as a demon when they got sent to the past, mc was originally a human.

If that were made known, what would happen? Belphie decided to kill the first human he saw even hundreds of years after the celestial war. Right now it has only been one year since the war. So the hatred is still fresh in the mind of not only Belphie but also other brothers. (Levi said that if Belphie didn't get close to humans none of these would have happened.) What if they knew their attendant they trust and love is a human they hate?

There are still so much left to learn. Why did Barbatos send mc to the past? Is Solomon is an accomplice? Does Diavolo know of what Barbatos did? Does Barbatos in the nightbringer know of these facts?

All in all, Nightbringer is very beautiful and the stories are great! I am looking forward to the development of the storyline so much!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #om nb #om nightbringer #obey me spoilers

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whimsicallywayward15 · 3 years ago

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Kinktober 2021, Day - 23: Hungry.

A/n: Oof! Hi guys! So, I know that I am pretty late for the Day - 23 fic. It's festival time in my country so I just want y'all to know that days like this will happen more now. However, I will try my level best to post on time. Anyways, you're welcome for the food, Beel stans~

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Pairing: Beelzebub x MC (Ariadne Kondos)

Rating: Explicit (18+ Audiences)

Content Tags: Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Lingerie, Dom Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut

Summary: MC (Ariadne Kondos) becomes Beelzebub's meal.

Prompt: Role Reversal | Cunnilingus | Deep-throating

Word Count: 1,304

Note: Find the prompt list I am following here.

AO3 Link

Ariadne had always wanted to do it. However, the demon had some reservations about it as she sat in front of him, talking to him about it.

“I’m not sure… I don’t want to hurt you in any way.” The Avatar said quietly, his thumbs twiddling as he looked down, his eyes on his lap. Suddenly, a smaller hand came to rest on his giant one, making him look up.

“Beel… I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me in any circumstance.” She told him softly, caressing his hands. “Plus, I have your pact. As much as I hate to say this, I will invoke it if I begin to feel that things are going out of hand.” The blonde reassured him, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly, her hands resting on his pecs.

Immediately, his larger hands came forward to take hold of her perfect ass, lifting her off the couch with absolutely no effort before setting her down in his lap. Taking the hint, she straddled him. “Alright. But promise me that you’ll make use of our pact in case you feel that I’m losing control.” He demanded before his lips found purchase on her ivory neck.

“Y-Yes…” The woman stuttered out before moaning breathily as he licked a stripe up her throat. “Fuck... B-Beel!” She groaned out when he sucked on her jugular, hard enough to bruise her porcelain skin.

The ginger smirked against her, his lips moving up her neck, littering little kisses and bites. “Beel… Beel… Kiss me!” Ariadne demanded, frustrated. “Of course, princess.” He replied, capturing her plush lips in a scorching kiss filled with tongue and teeth as he nipped and sucked on her lower lip.

Somewhere in between the intense make-out session, the Avatar of Gluttony managed to flip their positions, seating his pact master on the edge of the hotel room couch before dropping to his knees in front of her. The sight of such a powerful being kneeling in front of her did inexplicable things to her libido, a dark blush blooming across her beautiful face.

His hand reached between her thighs, playing with the hem of her panties. “I’m starting to get hungry now, princess.”

“Please…”

“Please what, babygirl?” Beelzebub asked with a smirk. “You can do better than that, yes? Use your words~”

“P-Please eat me out, Beel-!” She let out wantonly. Without losing a second, he hooked a single, deft finger under the fabric of her panties. Ariadne couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, as he slowly dragged the G-string down, his eyes widening with curiosity at the black barely-there lace. “Fuck…” He groaned out, imagining just how good she would have looked in just her lingerie. “Did Asmo pick that out for you?”

If he wanted her to reply, she couldn’t think of anything in time as his tongue dove onto her clit to trace a firm line down your cunt. Her legs trembled, hands fisting the fabric of the duvet hard as she tried not to collapse onto Beelzebub’s face. She couldn’t even see his expression, covered by the cloth of the dress she had been wearing for the party, but the things he was doing to her beneath the cover were un-fucking-holy.

“Oh, shit.” She moaned, raising a wrist to her mouth to stifle the moan. The Avatar’s tongue was fast, flicking back and forth and making the sensitive bud feel like it was electrocuting her. Tears sprang to her eyes as his fingers jutted deep inside her, curling up against her most vulnerable point. The blonde hurriedly pulled the skirt of her dress up to avoid getting it wet, biting it to keep it up and away from the debauchery that was happening between her thighs. In the process, she revealed the demon’s head, and saw that he was already looking straight up at her to watch her reaction.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She whispered breathlessly as she struggled to keep her head straight orgasm after orgasm. The ginger smiled, and Ariadne swore that she felt the grin against her pussy. He kissed the inside of her thigh with a wet smack and looked like he was about to say something before footsteps suddenly thundered down the hall. His eyes widened with alarm. The human gasped. They weren’t even supposed to be out of the party in the first place!

“I don’t think I left it in there.”

The door swung open. Belphie walked in, his footsteps distinctive in their heavy pace.

“I don’t see it. Ugh… this is why we don’t trust you with shit, Mammon.”

“Ugh, where are Ari and Beel even? Ariadne was the one who left it with this idiot anyway.”

Mammon whined something in response, but with her focus on keeping herself quiet under the ginger’s ministrations, she couldn’t make out what he had said. She also heard Leviathan and Satan speak something but couldn’t make out what.

“Yeah… lemme check the bed. Maybe it got hidden under the blankets.”

The blonde thought she was going to explode, not having had a breath the entire time the other members had walked in. And, to add to her misery, Beelzebub’s fingers were still fucking her, slower as to not make obvious noises, but still reaching so deep that it took every ounce of willpower she had to conceal your spasming orgasms. His cock was hard and firm against her ass as the two of them lay spooning each other, trying to look as small and inconspicuous as possible on the bed while forgetting just how huge the glutton actually was. She was sure that if anybody looked at the messy bundle of sheets closely, they’d see the vibrations of her body uncontrollably grinding back onto the Avatar of Gluttony. Her wetness was pooling on the sheet beneath her, the air under the blanket was suffocating and humid, and if anyone pulled the covers down then everybody would see this. See her like this. Beelzebub’s fingers curled up into her tensely as he froze in anticipation, His brothers sounding to be right beside him. She felt something cold and hard press against her back.

“Beel just texted.” Belphie announced all of the sudden, and you deflated with relief as the footsteps paused. “He says they’re in the lobby.”

“I thought we already looked there?”

“Let’s just look again.” Satan scowled. “We’re running out of time.”

The demons hurriedly exited, shutting the door behind them. Ariadne waited a couple seconds after hearing the lock engage before finally pulling her hand off of her mouth, gasping loudly for breath. She felt like she’d suddenly gotten a headache from the intracranial pressure of holding back her screams.

“Beel!” She accused, finding the strength to roll away from him and pull down her dress. “What if we got caught?!”

“So what if we got caught?” He grinned. He looked down at his hand, still so glossy with the remnants of her cum, and made sure she was watching before licking his deft fingers like he’d just enjoyed a gourmet French three course meal. “We didn’t, did we?”

She huffed indignantly, finding her purse on the floor and rummaging through for her DDD. Sure enough, there were three missed calls from Belphie and a couple texts on the HoL group chat.

“I’m going to go deliver this to them.” The woman muttered, hastily patting your face to make sure her makeup wasn’t streaming down her cheeks. “You… I’ll have a word with you later.”

“Wait a second~” He sang as she was about to charge out of the door. Frustrated, she whirled back around.

“What now?”

The blonde saw him swinging something around his finger like a flag. Once it stopped circling, she recognized the black fabric. The Avatar’s smirk was absolutely evil.

“Forgetting something?”

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mercurade · 2 years ago

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Beneath The Click

Pairing: Mammon x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from various lessons of Obey Me!, Cursing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Notes: This is one pairing fanfic only, the relationship with other brothers are mostly platonic.

Chapter 2 - Demonic First Day

Nervousness is a feeling that never goes away in first days of school, so as fear and anxiety. But this time it wasn't from the idea of getting your name wrong or accidentally tripping and embarrassing yourself, it was around the idea of getting eaten or getting killed by demons who are already much aware of who you are.

Mammon left you as soon as you two reached the double doors of RAD. You were expecting it though, it was still his sin of being greedy and he was probably itching to gamble away the little money he had left. You were glad he managed to take you to school, judging from how far the House of Lamentation was. Walking across the dark forest that was littered with fog, you were hearing caws and heavy footsteps that Mammon explained was familiars of the brothers walking around.

Your walk with him to school wasn't exactly quiet but it wasn't also that noisy. It was just you asking him things and him reflecting the questions back at you, sometimes he would joke around selling your clothes which you glared at him right back. Now that you're walking to the class, you began to miss the thought of walking with Mammon, or any of the brothers.

Everyone was staring at you, and they weren't even being subtle about it. They were plainly gawking at a human, average and weak human walking amongst them. You are no Solomon, you will not be able to trick them as easily and the only power you have is to know some things are bound to happen, but what good would that do if they're already eating you to pieces or at least hurting you for fun?

You sighed as you found your room, room 0910. You opened your D.D.D to look at the time, seeing you still have a few more minutes to spare before the classes begin. You quickly found a seat at the corner back, even though it would be hard to see the writings of the teacher, at least you know that the only way that you'll get stared at was not because they were looking at the blackboard and you were in the way, nope.

You were about to shrink yourself to walk to the side of the classroom when a glimpse of white elegantly blocked your path.

"Ah, you must be the new exchange student everyone had been talking about."

Simeon's calm and jovial voice made you remember Diavolo for a bit. Two of the powerful beings yet the most innocent and happy-go-lucky compared to their underlings.

"But Simeon! I thought Angels should not put themselves on trivial matters like rumors!"

You looked down to where you saw Luke huffing in anger. His bubbly outfit of white with indigo fading out in them and the cherubic face made you want to squish his cheeks and adopt him as your child.

"Hmmm, it's hardly rumors when they shout it as if to broadcast it in the hallways. Don't you agree, MC?"

You nodded, finding your throat dry as you stared at Simeon's kind smile. It was so nice to see a friendly face amongst the crowd and not just friendly but also kind and a literal angel. At least you don't have to worry about getting eaten anymore, especially the other brothers being on their own classes. You caught a glimpse of your aimed table and chair, only to see someone else already occupying it. It was a pink haired demon, Mephistopheles, you decided while frowning.

"Get on your seats, everyone. We only have thirty minutes for the announcements and I'm not wasting more time."

"Here, MC, sit with us."

You looked down, only to see Simeon smiling at you, patting a seat beside him and Luke. You whispered a shy thanks to him, happy to be seated with a safe group of people. Simeon and Luke were truly angels, compared to the feeling that settled with you the moment you saw Lucifer arguing with Asmodeus this morning about him taking so long in the bathroom, or Beelzebub growling when he saw you pick one of his favorite foods, or when Leviathan clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you getting into the bathroom before him, Simeon was happy to help as much as he can with you.

Luke was a little hesitant, of course with you being with demon brothers he feels like you were some sort of spy which Simeon laughed off as a joke. The teacher was arranging the books before him as Simeon handed you a pen to list anything since, apart from the large books and wads of paper given to you by Lucifer, pens are the ones he forgot to add.

"Ah, there we go. As you all know, the Human Exchange Program has begun under the declaration of Lord Diavolo. The Student Council officers will be looking out for anyone who defies the rule and hurts the human exchange student. Secondly, subjects such as Seductive Speechcraft will take place on the Western Side, Rooms 202, 203, and 205. This is due to the accidental potion spill of some demons last week. Potions class will be held at the Cemetery Garden instead."

You turned to look at your schedule. Today at 1 in the afternoon is your potions class. You're not sure if your stomach can take in with making potions after eating lunch just like this morning. There were only some human food, some because Beel had long gone eaten heaps of plates of it. You only managed to get a bit of bacon and egg, before grabbing some sandwiches and hoping it will last you until lunch and maybe... Just maybe, you can ask for some sweets from Luke or buy food from Akuzon, it doesn't matter if it's made by Barbatos or not.

Maybe you can ask Lucifer to make arrangements for food for humans, but you know that he would joke around and tell you to eat some of Solomon's cooking and there you shall see what truly is a demonic food.

The teacher's hand clap startled you, making you look up at him. He was holding the book for your first subject, Devildom Law.

You sighed for the second time and grabbed your notebook and turned to the bookmark of Devildom Law and opened your own copy of the book, "Devildom Law and Order by Kazuya Yamashita".

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Lunch came in with you walking around with Simeon and Luke, trying to find the Cafeteria. They would have taken you to purgatory hall instead but you didn't want to be late for your next class right after the late dismissal of your second class, Home Economics under the demon head chef, Masayuki Harada. You learned some skills such as cooking Devildom food and cutting some plants and taking out the poison which you were grateful the teacher taught you. He had given specific pointers on which part to cut and what to take out for human consumption that was the sole reason of your late dismissal.

"There it is!"

Luke exclaimed as you decided that it might take another flight of stairs. True to his word, there was a cafeteria and thank goodness there were no wolves in them. You walked inside with Simeon, he was still reading from his notes earlier about food and you thought it was because of Luke not wanting any demon food and he wanted to cook for him without Luke noticing.

"Come on, MC! There are still some... Foods for... Non-demons!"

"He is still as energetic. What would I give to get back into being a child angel once more..."

Simeon smiled painfully as he closed his notebook and turned to you.

"Tell me, MC. If you were given a choice whether to fight with your friends or to remain loyalty to your... Master, which would you have chosen?"

You already have an inkling on what he is trying to talk about, but remained ignorant due to fear of him catching your lie. You began to wonder on friends, but this time, with the demon brothers. As you played the game on, you saw how angels the demon brothers are, as much as they try to be... Evil.

"I would always choose friends over anyone else... Unless they did something very bad."

You explained and he nodded, his eyes settling on Luke who was interrogating the chef.

"Luke said so too. I must've been an idiot for thinking the opposite."

He smiled at you, and you can see the sadness and regret in them. Does that mean he wished to fight with Lucifer during the rebellion? Does he regret— wait, what if their father is hearing him right now, won't they get punished? You still didn't know what to respond, you can tell him you understand but he still wouldn't think any more of it, just you being nice and kind.

Before you can respond at him, something cold hit the back of your head.

"Yah!"

You yelped, backing away and turning to glare at whoever bumped your head. To your surprise, it was Mammon. He was frowning at you, as if offended on something.

"What's with tha' face?! I bought cha food and tha's how ya greet me?!"

"You! Wh-what- what?"

You inquired, and he took it as a sign to sit down beside you, which was Luke's seat a while ago. He blinked at the sight of Simeon, finding it hard to look at you simply because of the bright angel wings and closed his eyes while talking to you.

"I SAID"- he enunciated while bringing down a box from Akudonald's- "I bought ya food and ya better eat it or else!"

He handed out the cold cola to your hand, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks as he looked down at the ground.

"I saw that ya didn't eat nothin' at home. With Beel bein' a walking vacuum of food, and our food well, ya'd be pretty hungry, right!"

Your stomach growled when you smelled the fried chicken and can't help but tear up when you saw he ordered an extra rice for you.

"Jus' don't think much about it, will ya? Jus' can't have Lucifer thinkin' I'm lettin' you starve to death so, what I mean is, it's not like I care about'cha or anythin' so don't go thinkin' that!"

"Of course."

You nodded, to which he muttered something that you didn't catch simply because Simeon stifled a laugh beside you. You are thinking about it, though. He gave you food. GAVE. The Avatar of GREED, gave you something. You aren't sure of what to make out of it except agreeing that this was because of Lucifer forcing him to watch over you.

"Fufu, demons are liars, as Luke said."

He gave you a slight wink which turned into an awkward blink, before turning to Luke once more who was already making his way to the drinks section. Mammon stretched out beside you as he took out his phone, that seemed to be endlessly buzzing with notifications. You stared at it, hoping it would stop buzzing soon enough... Which it didn't. Mammon seemed to have noticed this and smirked at you.

"Ah, curious ta know about the Great Mammon's life? Well, I'm not tellin'! These are messages and calls from modelling and a few... Unwanted... Calls, probably."

"Like people you have debts with?"

You asked to which he yelped at, not expecting you to hear his whisper.

"No! I did taken care of those..."

He trailed off as he opened his phone. Little do you know, it was the Grim Reaper and Virgil contacting him, Mammon didn't like being summoned by witches nor did he like dealing with the just died humans. What makes Mammon rich, is actually the money taken by the Grim Reaper and Virgil from those who were bad and evil died rich and with money to spare.

As much as Mammon says and fakes the real spending of his money, he spends it on something else entirely. Lucifer never knew about it, and he didn't mind getting hanged upside down as long as Lucifer never really knew where his money goes. Diavolo never mentioned it to him, even when he gets interrogated for illegal casinos around Devildom.

He turned to you, who was currently smiling as you ate the Akudonald's he gave to you. It costs much more to have a human food cooked by them since they have to take out some ingredients that they usually add to the batch itself. It was one of the fast food chains that cater human food under Diavolo's request, the other is Hell's Kitchen but it seemed too spicy for a human taste even then.

It was the first place he went to as soon as he left you to go to classes on your own, it's better with him being late alone, it was expected. After that, he went to fly to some of the witches since they had been bugging him for money that he "owes" them. He spent the other two hours searching for money and cars (usually a Lamborghini) and people willing to be paid to drive around a crazy witch, literally.

Lucifer also did not have to know the witches that Mammon makes a deal with. There were only a few dark witches and an even fewer illegal magic witches.

"Is everything okay?"

Your voice startled him. He looked down at you, eyes slightly wide with wonder as you asked him. He felt his heart drum at you, the way your eyes seemed to shine against the soft glow of the lights in the canteen made him feel so annoyed he wanted to pull you closer and stare at them more.

Which is crazy, making him even more annoyed with himself.

It was rare to have a woman around them (even as angels), unless you count a witch who was already rude as they come, but it was weirder having them talk to him for a while. Still, Mammon pushed them down as nervousness with you since you are a stranger and not because you were sorta cute to him with the way you pouted when be didn't answer.

"Nothin' to get your dumb head worried about."

"I know, The Great Mammon's got me anyway, right?"

You smiled at him and he felt something swell in his heart, probably pride with you trusting and praising him. He cannot find himself to stutter out a reply, he had been so used to being put down on and insulted that he had to compliment himself for a change and now... Hearing someone say that, even if it's through some mockery (he hopes to God yes- even his own former father- that it wasn't that), made him feel so happy.

His happiness was deflated just as fast as it came as he saw a familiar bundle of red skipping on its steps toward them.

"Hello, everyone! We had been looking everywhere for you."

Diavolo greeted as he stopped by the table. It was only then that Mammon noticed Luke and Simeon who were almost finished with their food.

"Ah, MC, I'm glad you found yourself good lunch buddies. How was your first day so far?"

"It was... Eventful. I learned so many things on food and where to go just in case I'm lacking the need for sun."

"Mhm, it's legal for you. After all, humans had been so used to sun, taking it away might become detrimental for your health."

Diavolo replied with a smile on his face, proud that there aren't and bad news about you yet. Lucifer smiled at you as he looked at the food you were eating.

"Is that Akudonald's? My, where did you manage to find a time to buy that?"

"Oh, uhm, Ma-"

"Simeon bough' it for her."

Mammon cut in lying through his teeth as he looked at you. You couldn't get a grasp why he wanted to lie at his brother and you turned to Simeon who was also looking at Mammon.

"Yes... Yes, I did. I bought MC food from Akudonald's, it was quite easy with wings, of course."

Mammon knew that Lucifer was still as doubtful at them but he'd rather have him looking at them like that, his way of telling them he knows they are lying but also cannot push the issue further due to Diavolo's presence.

You quickly finished your lunch, listening to Simeon and Luke while you hear Mammon talking to some people through phone. You can hear codenames, probably with the way he calls them, majolish, and human. Diavolo and Lucifer soon moved to another batch of students and soon enough, lunch was finished and you were hurrying with Mammon to Potions Class.

Mammon was grumbling behind you about how Potions was supposed to be his last class if it wasn't for your schedule. Lucifer made it in such a way that you get the demons professors he is closely associated with, that way, will pay more attention to you and the demons trying to hurt you, if any. Which in a way, becomes Mammon's professors and making him easier to be watched out for.

Potions was fairly easy and Mammon was good at cutting ingredients and peeling away poison parts and the amount of swirls to do with the concoction. You insisted on pairing with him, saying that he was the only demon you know and trust, it sent him deflecting your words and not protesting when you grabbed the ingredients and handed him the knife.

"Well, there are some pros in makin' deals with witches!"

He explained when you asked him how easy he made the Ocean's Trance which enables someone to feel lightheaded and relaxed, usually given to angry demons. The teacher was only discussing the ingredients and he was already cutting some beside you.

"Here. See this piece over here? Tha's the mermaid tear and these are their broken voice, when you cut - here -"

You felt him move behind you, his hands on yours as he guided you through the mermaid's treasure which contains three things, the tears, voices, and their heart. In this Ocean Trance potion, the Mermaid's heart is the needed ingredient.

You can feel his heartbeat behind you, and you are pretty sure he can feel yours too from his hold on your wrists. He needed to lean down to able to hold your hands, and you can feel his hair tickling your ear and his small voice to avoid being heard by the teacher on your shoulders.

"There, a small cut and the heart is - perfect."

He let go of you, five seconds after the Mermaid's heart had been taken, you counted. He was so warm and comfortable that you were finding ways to lean more to him such as when you needed to reread the needed ingredient or when you needed to know how many turns again is needed. You noticed that he was too, he was leaning on your side as he checked the way you cut your ingredients or when you struggle reading a particular potion.

Potions wasn't just easy, and so far, it became your favorite subject. You had two homeworks to do at it though, the first is the shield potion and the second is a healing potion. It was privately given to by the professor to at least catch up to the lessons.

Mammon was waiting for you outside of the classroom, playing a face emoji game that gives points when copied.

"What's with tha' face?!"

You copied his accent, pretty badly as you snuck behind him. He smirked at you or at the game as he replied.

"I'd like to see ya try, human!"

And before you knew it, you teo were walking home together making faces on his phone and laughing at every crazy emoji given.

"Ya know, Lucifer plays this game."

"He... He does?"

You do know he did, but you didn't know he continued on with it.

"Yah, he doesn't like to admit it, but we know. He always doesn't like admitting things."

You vaguely recalled Belphegor, who you began to understand as the game went on. There are some dangerous humans and there can be kind demons, you aren't sure if there are dangerous angels, but you can't blame Belphegor on not liking humans.

"Mammon, I... Who, who was the exchanged demon student for me?"

It was a good opening, not to suspicious.

"Hm? Oh, it was Belphegor, the youngest amongst us. I mean Satan is the youngest but Belphie, well. It's all in our sins ya know, Belphegor had the least powerful sin which is Sloth, said by the Demon Kin'."

You saw Mammon shiver at his words, despite having swear on his brows from the warm temperature.

"What was Belphegor like?"

Mammon leaned back, thinking. After a moment, he nodded, words forming in his mind.

"He's a very lazy brother, closest to Beel... He does a lot of things out of accident so I try to protect him when I can... Though, I know he doesn't see me much as a brother..."

Mammon trailed off as he kicked some imaginary rock on the road.

"Hey."

You called out to him when silence began to wrap around the both of you. It was comfortable, especially the small hums of birds across the forest. Mammon made a noise of acknowledgement, staring up to the sky.

"Thanks for helping me out today."

He smiled at you and you found yourself getting mesmerized with how he looked. It wasn't a boastful smile nor a mocking one. It was serene and calm, and you wanted to take your D.D.D out just to take a picture of him. But then, a voice butted in your perfect moment.

"Grr, Mammon, where's my money?!"

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Parts: Part 1

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years ago

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I'm sorry if I already requested this of you I honestly have the memory of a walnut. But can I request headcannons of the boys + dia who find out MC has an emotionally abusive husband? Like fluff with some murder maybe?

thank you

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: abusive relationship mentioned, some are a bit murdery, I don't know how to write fluff for such a situation but I tried

A/N: If you are in an abusive situation in the USA and need to speak to someone, please call 1-800-799-7233. If you cannot call, you can also text “START” to 88788. If it is safe for you, you can also go to the website directly. Abuse takes many forms, but it is always about control.

Feel free to add the numbers/contact for other countries if you have them.

Lucifer

He got upset at MC once and they flinched when he yelled and they started apologizing like there was no tomorrow. That was how he found out something was wrong. They wouldn’t say anything, but he could tell that something was deeply wrong. Perhaps he had never noticed before the formation of their pact how MC shuddered around him whenever he got upset, but now he did.

He is very careful not to yell again and when he does he is quick to lower his voice the second MC shows distress, reassuring them that he is not angry at them and would not harm them. It sounds almost hollow after how he acted when they originally met, but he means it.

There was one time MC dropped a dish on the floor while cooking and it broke, spilling hot food everywhere. They started picking up the pieces in a hurry, not even paying attention to how the hot shards burned and cut up their hands.

Lucifer was quick to pick them up off the ground and tend to the fresh injuries, all while they kept apologizing and saying that they would clean it up as soon as they could and saying they would make something else. Lucifer forbade them from doing either and cleaned the mess himself. He did that a lot. Took care of their ‘mistakes’ and cared for them. They would almost believe he wasn't the same terrifying man they had first met.

It takes a long time for MC to get used to their new relationship with Lucifer and once they do they are far more comfortable and less skittish.

He is not pressuring the story out of them. He can wait, as difficult as it is, for them to open up. However, he is no fool. He knows who is to blame, and that man should be very afraid should Lucifer and he ever meet.

Mammon

MC always spoke so well of their husband when they first met the brothers. Mammon was actually jealous and wished MC would talk about him that way. They would always say how kind their husband was and how he loved them and how he wanted the best for them. It sounded like some kind of cheesy romance novel.

Things started to get weird though when he and MC started to get even closer. He would invite them out, only to hear “I don’t think my husband would like that” or “I shouldn’t be alone with you”. It was weird the first time, but it quickly became a pattern. A very worrying pattern. Mammon knew abuse when he saw it. He was the family butt monkey and a witch punching bag, after all.

The difference is that he’s a fallen angel that is used to such treatment and, as a demon, the things done to him do very little in the long run. Humans are far more fragile though; their minds, bodies, and hearts. And then Mammon started to hate MC’s husband with a passion that could not be matched.

He cared less about making that bastard pay and more about taking care of MC. Such treatment can ruin a person, especially good people like MC. He would do anything to show them that they deserved better than that man, whatever that eventually meant.

Leviathan

He and MC have a little too much in common for his taste. It is actually almost disgusting how little self-worth they seem to have, but he can also see how that was trained into them.

They play down their worth a lot: “It’s nothing”, “It could be better”, “I failed again”, etc. They never say anything positive about themself. They are really good at picking out their flaws, but almost incapable of pointing out their merits.

It goes against everything Levi believes in, but he has to start praising them since they won’t praise themself. He likes hanging out with them, the stuff they make is nice, they are a really quick learner. It feels weird to praise someone, but it’s nice to see MC start to feel a little better about all the things they do.

Although, he also has the mild thought of showing MC’s husband that there are more terrifying things in the world than the horrors a human is capable of. After all, Levi has seen the monsters that dwell in the deep; he is one of those monsters and there is a reason humans fear the darkest depths.

Satan

There are some wonderful upsides to being the avatar of wrath. Normally, Satan wouldn't be so crass as to give into them, but sometimes humanity is just so vile that he can't help himself.

One of those upsides is a mind filled to the brim with the instinctual desire to rip and tear anything he can get his hands on to pieces. It's an instinct he fights off constantly with his centuries of training and self-discovery, but just this once he doesn't mind becoming the beast he was born as.

MC's husband squeals like a stuck pig throughout the entire night, only the winds, spiders, and Satan being able to hear and appreciate the sound. And appreciate it he does, until the screaming stops and his hands are drenched with blood.

He really needs to get himself cleaned off before he sees MC again, otherwise they will be terrified. He needs to look his best when they come running to him worried about their missing husband. It’s sad how much they worry about him despite everything.

Asmodeus

MC was always so calm and docile when he wanted to spend time with them. He didn’t really get it at first but it was easier to dress them up and take them out, so he didn’t question it. At least, not until someone (read: Solomon) not so subtly pointed out that it is unusual for someone to be so passive, almost to the point of being doll-like.

Asmo didn’t believe it at first. How could anyone treat someone as sweet as MC so cruelly, especially someone that is supposed to love them? But from that day onward, his eyes were opened up and he started to notice things.

The way they didn’t put forth their own opinions and let him take the lead on everything, how they stuck close to him when they both went out, the subtle way their fingers reached out then drew back when they liked something.

“Do you like it?” He would ask and their response was “do you?”

It was so difficult to get them to start putting their own wants and desires above what they thought he’d like. When they showed interest in something, he would fawn all over it. If they liked something, he liked it too. He would buy them things they even glanced casually at, told them they were worthwhile and lovely, anything that other man would never say to them.

He tore them down so completely, but Asmo would work tirelessly to build them back up.

Beelzebub

He is the softest man in the world, and sometimes MC just lets things slip out. He’s very easy to open up to and they don’t think about what they say. He was the first person that they opened up to about what was happening to them.

Suffice it to say, Beel was shocked when they mentioned how terrified they were for the exchange program to end. Despite everything that they had been through over the past year, they didn’t want to go back.

Beel had only felt so powerless one other time in his life. He couldn’t go with them to protect them and they couldn’t stay in the Devildom forever to stay safe. It was painfully cruel just how much he couldn’t help them.

All he could do was hold them and listen to them get everything off of their chest, dreading the day that the exchange program would end.

MC has to hurry up and learn how to summon him, because he wants to keep them safe from that awful situation. He would never allow another person it the world to hurt them again.

Belphegor

Belphie likes exactly one human in the three realms and every other one is none of his concern. Or, they wouldn’t be his concern if it weren’t for the fact that the one human he cared about was the victim of this particular instance.

He’s not like some of his other brothers. He doesn’t do comfort and he isn’t the best at torture, prefering to get everything over with quickly so he doesn’t have to expend all the extra energy. But, for such a special occasion, he is more than willing to put in the effort.

Humans really do create their own worst fears. Their minds run a mile a minute and they have the strangest way of finding how their own terrors can overpower what little defenses they have.

He may not be able to touch MC’s husband, but he can certainly return every slight against his favorite human. Long, sleepless nights wracked with unending horrors that only that man can truly appreciate.

All the while, he will gladly hold MC when their own nightmares overtake them, trying to put their mind at ease for just this moment. How he wished that his powers could control the waking world as well as their dreams...

Diavolo

“Don’t go back.” It was the first time Diavolo had brought up the idea. It was one he had been considering for a long time, knowing that it was extreme given that MC was a human and had to live in the human realm. However, he couldn’t live with himself knowing the kind of life MC would return to once they left.

The shouting, the insults, discarding everything MC liked because their husband doesn’t care for it… Diavolo would never feel right knowing he sent someone dear to him back there.

He had the means to help them get literally anywhere but back to that man. Diavolo could help set them free from that life, even if they didn’t want to stay in the Devildom. He knew MC would have the support of everyone they had met.

All they had to do was say yes and he would move the Devildom itself to get them out of there.

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pm-my-hubbies · 4 years ago

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Who Are You Talking To | C.E

Summary: Reader is fed up with Chris not spending time with her on her week-long break.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): None!

A/N: I accidentally shared this through my personal account! I apologize for any confusion if I tagged you the first time!

Chris was ecstatic when I informed him of the dates for my Fall Break.

He planned out everything we would do together. From planting a blanket in the middle of a park for a lovely picnic to strolling through farms for a pumpkin to carve and sit on our porch. He did all of that.

Yet he’s one strike away from me slapping the shit out of him. He’s been blowing me off every second and I’m due to return for work in two days. We hadn’t done any of what he promised we would accomplish together weeks ago. Instead, he handled work business downstairs for the first part of the day and followed that up with indulging in his own hobbies. I wasn’t a part of any of it.

To add on to it, his Zoom sessions weren’t successful and that prompted him to radiate negativity. Dinner time consisted of him giving me short answers or grunts and through it all, I remained optimistic. I figured being positive and not calling him out on his behavior right then would flip a switch in him to acknowledge how he was acting towards me but nothing happened.

My feet connected with the cold wooden flooring, goosebumps rising on the parts of my body that were exposed because of the tank top and pajama shorts I wore. The clock read 11:54 p.m. I’m praying Chris let Dodger out for the last time this evening.

The volume of the television in the living room increased the closer I dragged my feet to where I presumed he would be resting. Turning the corner, Dodger was the first one I spotted as he slept soundly on his stuffed animal right by the entrance to the room. Chris, on the other hand, watched CNN on blast as if he was an old man struggling to hear; his arms were folded across his chest while he laid on his side and blankly stared at the bright screen.

I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of my week spent at home. “Chris.” I called in a firm voice that was loud enough for Dodger to only blink his eyes open and instantly travel back to Dreamland.

My boyfriend only shifted his gaze to look at me. “Hm?”

“Did you let Dodge out one last time?”

“Mm-mm.”

Breathe Y/N, breathe. I let out a soft sigh as I bent down to gently shake the canine awake. “Dodger, honey. Let’s go outside.” I knew from Chris’ response he wouldn’t be letting our dog out anytime soon. The man would probably drag himself down the hall to bed as the sun rose for a new day.

Dodger simply obeyed my soft command by standing and putting on a show of dramatically stretching. As we made our way towards the back door right behind my miserable boyfriend, I made sure to cut my brown eyes at his lounging figure and hoped he could feel my glare.

Once again, my skin tingled as the cool night air caressed my legs and arms. To keep myself warm, I folded my limbs across my chest, rocking on the balls of my feet. My eyes managed to follow Dodger’s sniffing silhouette in the darkness but as soon as he began the squat for a number two, I looked away.

By now, Chris had shut off the loud tv. Finally.

“I thought you said we would be hanging out for my Fall Break?” I questioned with my back facing him as I kept my eyes on the dog.

“What?”

“I thought you wanted to hang out with me for my break. Week-long, might I add.”

“We are.”

“No we’re not, Chris. And you know it.” I sighed as I moved to slide the door closed but ceased my movement to leave an opening for Dodger in case he finished early. With my hands on my hips, I rotated around to stare down Chris. “You’ve spent every single day downstairs taking care of business with A Starting Point and work, which I have no problem with. It’s what you do afterwards that bothers me. Barely talking to me or not at all and then you sit down here to do whatever. I was trying to be positive and give you your space but now—”

“But now your little feelings are hurt, right?” he snapped. “You’re hurt because I can’t devote 100% of my attention to you on your little break? News flash: everything isn’t about you, Y/N. So, stop your whining and actually think about what I’m going through.”

This would’ve shattered a younger version of myself. But after years of reflection, I realized I was always given the opportunity to fight back instead of wallowing in my tears.

First, I glanced to my left. Then to my right. No sign of life. I grimaced at my boyfriend. “You must not be talking to me.” I indicated with a point towards my chest. “You must be talking to this goddamn wall.” I sassed, jabbing my thumb to the wall behind me.

Suddenly, for the first time in the year Chris and I have been together, his eyes were size of saucers as it dawned on him what he’d done. And how I responded.

Tonight, was his first time taking his anger out on me. Yes, we’ve had our arguments, but those moments were different. This happened to be the time where the world was against Chris and rather than rely on me to comfort him (as I usually would), he was victimizing himself. He probably expected my body to rack with sobs at the harshness of his words, but I was through with that shit tonight.

“Since you wanna pull a Karen on me, your ass can sleep on the couch tonight.” I punished him. In that moment, I felt the softness brushing against my legs. Dodger was finally in. I pulled the door closed all the way this time and locked it. “Come on Dodger, your dad is being an asshat. You can sleep with me.”

Chris was frozen in his spot as the both of us moved past him. I made sure to give him a little bump on the way with my shoulder.

While waiting for Dodger to grasp his animal in his mouth, I observed him throw Chris a quick glance as if telling him that he fucked up. Funnily enough, our dog was the first to exit the scene and hold his head high as he trekked to the bedroom.

“I’m locking that fucking door tonight. Don’t even try it. You made your bed, now lay in it.” I dictated.

~*~

Surprisingly, I slept like a baby. Maybe it’s because I finally said something to Chris about his behavior lately. The previous nights, he would slumber away while I laid awake wondering if we would even spend time together before I headed back to work. Calling him out felt right.

I took care of my morning routine before unlocking the bedroom door and calling for Dodger to wake up. What I didn’t expect on the other side was the tray we roll out for sick days to be standing in front of the door.

Dodger was planning on being difficult as he hadn’t moved from his spot. This gave me ample time to study the tray with a covered meal placed on top and a horizontally folded card with my name scribbled on it.

“You were right last night. I have been distant throughout your break and I’m sorry for ruining the plans I promised. It’s a short amount of time left with you but we’re going to get started early. Eat the breakfast I made for you and then freshen up by putting on your favorite dress. Meet me at the car by 11.”

I chuckled at the message but decided to follow his set of instructions, nonetheless.

~*~

As promised, Chris drove us to the pumpkin patch further away from where we lived for more privacy and intimate time together. We spent the whole ride discussing last night’s events and catching up on the conversations we were meant to have throughout my week in our house. When he parked the car, he suggested we snap as many couple selfies but made sure to emphasize the idea of him taking pictures of me.

“They’re for my phone.” He lied through his teeth as I raised a brow at his idea.

The truth: Chris yearned to share pictures of me on his Instagram. At least half of his feed consisted of me, Dodger, or nature and rarely ever himself. I worried he would lose followers for never updating them on how he was doing but he dismissed my worries with a kiss to my forehead and a, “It’ll be fine, who cares?”

For a while, we explored the farm with our hands linked and eyes moving about at the pumpkins of all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t until we’d reach the halfway point did I realize we didn’t have an exact clue as to which type of pumpkin we were searching for.

“I was thinking one of those big, tall pumpkins.” Chris answered after I asked him what our goal was.

“The ones that look like an orange squash?”

“Yeah.”

“Why…?”

“I don’t know, I’ve always wanted one.” He shrugged. His face held a gentle look of content.

“Well, if a squash-lookin’ pumpkin is what my big baby wants, then a squash-lookin’ pumpkin is what he shall get.”

Chris released my hand to wrap it around my waist and pull me closer to him. I felt my cheeks heat up as he placed a kiss to the crown of my head. After all this time together, he still managed to have me acting like a schoolgirl that somehow caught the attention of her longtime crush.

“Thank you baby.” He answered. “I know I already said this twice; through the note and in the car. But, I’m truly sorry for how I acted last night and the days before that. I was stupid in bottling everything up and not confiding in you like I normally do. Doesn’t justify any of what I said last night but I figured you had a lot on your plate and didn’t want to bother you with my own.”

I paused my walking to glance up at him with what I hoped was love in my eyes. “Chris, you could never bother me. As a couple, we talk to each other. Even if we’ve got problems of our own at the same time? I want you to come to me and I come to you so we can figure things out.” I stood on my toes to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw due to his towering figure. “I love you and accept your apology.

“I love you too.”

“You better. Because my ass wouldn’t be helping you find that ugly pumpkin to make you happy.”

“Hey!” he pouted before I shut him up with a kiss.

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potteresque-ire · 4 years ago

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Hi :) Are you following the zheng shuang scandal? Would you say that her career is pretty much over now? The rate the news has been unfolding is so crazy to me. It’s only been 3-4 days. Was wondering if the gov would handle her matters personally.

Hello Anon! Yes, I’ve followed the news about the actress, primarily because it offers insight on how the current administration deals with stars exhibiting what it deems as “immoral” behaviour. As of today (2021/01/26), it’s difficult to imagine her career will survive at all. While she isn’t the first to be categorised as a “bad-history entertainer” (劣迹藝人), she’s the first to be explicitly banned by the National Radio and Television Administration (NRTA; 國家廣播電視總局), the department that controls—and censors—content of all radio, television, satellite, and Internet broadcasts in the country. Before, the NRTA didn’t publicise the names of the entertainers the government no longer wishes to see, which allows a possibility for reversal in a few year’s time if the “bad-history” wasn’t too damaging, and production companies are willing to take a risk and produce shows with the entertainers that may be difficult to pass the censorship board. But with such a high profile announcement, the government’s stance is unlikely to turn around in a foreseeable future.

Hmm. Let’s backpedal a little to get everyone on track. Before, I’ve shared some info re: the censoring of books, of audiovisual media. What if the government decides to “cancel” an entertainer instead? How does it do it? What are the standards?

The actress’s downfall is a (sad) example.

I shall skip names, the gossipy elements. Whether she made mistakes or not, no one deserves having their private matters exposed and sensationalised like this; no one should have to undergo such a humiliating, public trial. Essentially, the heart of the story goes as follows: the actress, a romantic-lead type who has been popular for several years, secretly got married. On 2021/01/18, her estranged husband claimed on Weibo that the couple had two children using US-based surrogate mothers, and the actress had abandoned the children in the US under his care. Meanwhile, his friend provided an audio from approximately the 7th month of the surrogate pregnancies, at which time the marriage was already falling apart. In the audio, the actress expressed dismay that abortion was no longer possible; her family talked about abandoning the newborns at the hospital or giving them up for adoption.

The next day (2021/01/19), the actress responded. She didn’t deny the existence of her surrogate children and claimed that she had been extorted. More importantly, she said the following:

“身為藝人我深知我國疫情的防控與重視。** 在中國國土之上我沒有違背國家的指示，在境外我也更是尊重一切的法律法規。”

“Being an artist, I deeply understand the attention my country (China) has placed on controlling the epidemic. On China’s soil, I didn’t do anything that violates the directives by the government. Outside the country, I’ve been even more respectful of all laws and regulations.”

This apparently hit a nerve of the administration. On the same day (2021/01/19), the Communist Party’s Central Political and Legal Affairs Commission (CPLAC; 中央政法委) — one of the most powerful commissions that oversees the entire legal enforcement system of the government — published an opinion piece , in which it said:

但[女星姓名]的回应，却通篇强调自己没有违法，丝毫没有任何悔过、道歉的意思。…

But the response of (name of the actress) insists that she didn’t violate any laws, doesn’t show a hint of remorse, regret…

要知道，在我国代孕行为是被明确禁止的。… 作为中国公民，因为代孕在中国被禁止，就钻法律空子就跑去美国，这绝不是遵纪守法。…

It should be known, that in our country, surrogacy is explicitly prohibited … as a PRC (People’s Republic of China) citizen, to use a legislative loophole and go to the US due to the ban of surrogacy in China is absolutely not obeying the law…

要知道，没有营养的炒作带不来长久流量。公众人物的魅力，来自其高尚的职业操守、良好的社会形象、文质兼美的优秀作品，而不是疯疯癫癫、任性胡闹、缺爱卖惨的“人设”。作为公众人物，几度疯狂游走在法律边缘，把这样错乱的世界观、价值观、人生观，置于众目睽睽之下，贻害世风，这绝不是无辜！

It should be known, that hype devoid of significance will not bring in traffic (click rates). The charisma of public figures comes from their noble professionalism, good social image, high quality works in character and content, and not from “personalities” rooting in craziness, petulance, mischief, the selling of one’s lack-of-love and misfortunes. As a public figure, to wildly roam at the edge of the law, to place such wrong and chaotic world views, values and life perspectives in the public eye, to cause harm to the morals of society — that is definitely not innocence!

Things to note here:

1) The CPLAC reacting within a day of the actress’s statement ~ unlikely enough time for teasing out / verifying the facts or truth of the matter.

2) The implication that Chinese citizens must follow Chinese laws, even when they’re overseas. (What about, for example, same-sex marriages?)

3) These words that, IMO, bordered on insult: “craziness, petulance, mischief, the selling of one’s lack-of-love and misfortunes”.

The actress’s career was hanging by a thread with this opinion piece. State-controlled agencies chimed in, many of which echoing CPLAC’s stance that surrogacy is explicitly prohibited in China. By night time of 2021/01/19, rumours abounded that multiple media companies had already listed the actress as a “bad-history entertainer” and would be shelving all her works and cancelling all her scheduled appearances. Prada terminated her endorsement.

The final drop of the hammer happened a day later, in the evening of 2021/01/20. The NRTA issued a statement that explicitly named the actress and contained the following lines:

代孕不是私事，与法不合，有违社会主义公德。…

Surrogacy isn’t a private matter. It doesn’t agree with the law, violates the civility of socialism…

从事广播电视和网络视听的演艺人员尤其是知名艺人，作为公众人物，有很大的社会影响力和示范作用，应当自觉践行行业自律准则，严格律己修身，严私德，讲大德，守公德。

Artists who work in TV and web audiovisual productions, especially famous entertainers, have significant social influence and demonstrative roles as public figures. They should be conscious about the self-discipline required for their industry, be strict in their behaviour and personal virtues, speak of great kindness and defend civility.

行业主管部门的相关政策要求是明确的，严格的。广大人民群众不愿意、不接受、也不允许丑闻劣迹者污染我们的社会公德和公序良俗。

Policies regarding the management of the industry is clear and strict. The public does not want, does not accept, does not allow those with scandals and poor history pollute the civility, the good order and customs of our society.

我们不会为丑闻劣迹者提供发声露脸的机会和平台，一如既往，坚决为广大人民群众提供健康向上荧屏声频。

We will not supply opportunities and platforms for those with scandals and poor history to sound their opinions, to show their faces. Just as before, we are determined to provide audiovisual content that is healthy above all.

And just like this, less than 72 hours after the estranged husband posted on his Weibo, the actress’s career is over. The NRTA, which has The Say on who and what get exposure time on screen, has spoken. The actress had no way of self-defence. Her 11 million followers on Weibo didn’t get to decide whether she’d stay or she’d go.

This is a brutal punishment but for what, exactly? Some netizens have whispered while the others shout their condemnations ~ but I thought…. surrogacy isn’t illegal?

And they’re correct: surrogacy isn’t explicitly outlawed in China, despite what CPLAC and other state agencies has claimed. In 2001, the Ministry of Health banned medical institutions and health care workers from "practicing any form of surrogate technology". However, no laws have ever passed that prohibit individuals from commissioning or providing surrogacy services—especially when the services are overseas.

The actress, therefore, wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t do anything that violates the directives by the government on China’s soil. Her “crime” of using surrogate mothers was, at worst, a legally grey area. For years, China has had a booming, semi-underground surrogacy market, their client base including older parents who wish to have another child after the country relaxed its birth limit (the so-called “one-child policy”) in 2015, infertile couples, and to a lesser extent, the LGBT+ community. Blued, China’s most popular gay social networking/dating app, has offered overseas surrogate services for several years that connect their clients with US-based surrogates. It pulled the services after the actress’s incident.

But all that doesn’t matter. People in China understands this: the law book is there, but those in power at the moment always have the final word ~ and that word doesn’t have to match the legal codes, or the previous final words of their predecessors. As for the moral outcry re: the actress having wished to abort / give up her unborn children, it’s worth mentioning abortion has long been used to to enforce the country’s decades-long birth limit policies, and forced, violent late-term abortions were not unheard of. Many people in China are also aware of that.

But again, it doesn’t matter.

I’ve described the government’s reactions in detail because they put in words the expectations it has of its entertainers. Entertainers in China are expected to not only obey the laws, but also have proper world views, (moral) values and life perspectives (collectively called 三觀, literally, “three views”) as defined by the government. The state has also made clear that such expectations grow with the fame of the entertainers.

Entertainers at the top of the c-ent industry, especially the idol types with many young fans, are therefore expected to get things right. These opinion pieces are reminders that the administration keeps a close eye on them, can “cancel” them with a few words if they fail.

The term for “canceling” an entertainer is 封殺 (literally, “seal and kill”).

The actress isn’t the first to be “cancelled” by the government. The first time the NRTA issued a directive regarding “poor-history entertainers” (劣迹藝人) was in 2014, which essentially called for shutting out any entertainer with a history of bad behaviours. It demanded all production companies, TV stations, online media companies and theatres to stop producing / broadcasting audiovisual content with these people, citing that TV and film media should be used for “spreading the progressive culture of socialism and promoting socialist core values” (”传播社会主义先进文化、弘扬社会主义核心价值观”). As these entertainers will no longer be exposed to an audience, these directives effectively kill the career of most who are affected.

What makes up the “poor-history” of “poor-history entertainers” then?

- The 2014 edition named drug use and prostitution (including hiring a prostitute) specifically.

- The 2018 edition, an announcement made by a top NRTA official, stated that audiovisual programmes should adhere to the “Four Never-Use” guidelines when inviting guests for their shows. Those guidelines were vague but for the last line: “In addition, the NRTA explicitly requests that programmes should not use entertainers with tattoos; (those associated with) hip-hop culture, sub-cultures (non-mainstream cultures), decadent cultures.” (”另外，总局明确要求节目中纹身艺人、嘻哈文化、亚文化（非主流文化）、丧文化（颓废文化）不用。”)

Some may be asking: wait … hip-hop?

Yes.

It was believed that hip-hop artists were targeted due to a scandal at the time, in which (another) well-known actress had an extra-marital affair with a rapper. Analysis of the rapper’s lyrics found sexism and suggestions of drug use (the rapper later apologised and claimed his “core values” had been distorted due to influence from “black music”.)

As this guideline hasn’t been retracted under any formal capacity, it can still be used to axe any show, shut out any entertainer.

If you’re wondering about SDOC, for example, this again illustrates the need for some … mind-reading skills to navigate life in China. A good way to achieve that without superpowers is to have the right connections to higher-ups, who can offer hints on what can get away at the moment and what cannot (this is true not only for c-ent, but for most business practices in the country; building 關係 guanxi— literally, “relationship”— is a must for those who wants a piece of the Chinese market).

- In 2020, NRTA expanded the “no exposure” rule to live-stream shows on the internet as well as on- and offline charity events, where previously “cancelled” artists had started to find jobs in to make a living. While that notice didn’t further elaborate on what makes “bad history”, the accompanying article in People’s Daily (The State-controlled Newspaper) went into more details. In addition to drug use and prostitution specified in 2014, the article named tax evasion; lying about education levels; *suspected* (涉嫌) extramarital affairs, domestic violence and inappropriate speech.

It’s worth emphasising that many of these activities are not illegal. “Suspected” also means these activities do not have to have happened ~ it’s the impression that they’ve happened that counts. Hence, back to the actress who had surrogate children, not only did it not matter whether surrogacy is actually illegal, it didn’t matter whether the leaked audio was real or taken out of context, or that the babies didn’t end up being aborted / adopted. The article once again stresses that private matters are no longer private for entertainers who are in the public eye as social influencers, and these directives on “poor-history entertainers” — colloquially called “封殺令”, with 封殺 meaning the “seal-and-kill” and 令 meaning command (as in Chen Qing Ling 陳情令) — are there to set the standards, the bottom-line for c-ent. It did call for more specifics in future directives: more guidance on what makes “bad history”, the ways these entertainers can redeem themselves. As of today, however, such specifics have not been provided. As a result, to avoid crossing the NRTA, the media has ended up “overachieving” in certain cases, wiping out the screen time of entertainers who only have a remote chance of being viewed as having “bad history” to play it safe. Last October, for example, a young singer was briefly edited out of all his recorded shows because his parents (not him) was revealed to be deadbeats owing millions in debt.

And so, without a known way out yet, “bad-history” entertainers such as the actress will likely remain “sealed and killed” for a long time. Entertainers recently caught with extramarital affairs ~ a relatively minor “offence” ~ have been missing on screen for 2-3 years, and the heavy-handed treatment by the government this time is likely to put a pause on any companies considering using these people again. Even if they’re finally allowed some degree of comeback, their career prime will be over and and their NRTA “sentence” will likely follow them everywhere they go, which makes their getting face time in any high-profile (high-investment) projects unlikely. Those who must work to make their ends meet will probably end up like so many entertainers who never made it big, or are at the very tail end of their career ~ drifting from city to city singing in local clubs, getting paid poorly and harassed by rude customers...

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** A side note: In case anyone wonders why she brought up COVID, it’s a similar idea as Gg apologising for “佔用了一些社會公共資源” “occupying social resources” in his first team post after 227 (2020/03/01). For an authoritarian regime that has placed the most attention on maintaining social stability (ie. quelling dissent), disrupting the government’s narrative re: current events and potentially reversing the overall tone the administration is trying to reach in public discourse can be a greater offence than any actual “wrongdoing”. 227, as an incident, was guilty of that.

(And I’m bringing this up because I find this relevant to the safety asks I have in my inbox. Arguments among fans do not themselves render Gg and Dd unsafe, but can become a significant issue if they “occupy social resources”, disrupt the government’s narratives and/or its political machinery in some ways. IMO, 227 took a dangerous turn not because the fans were arguing over a piece of fanfic, but because a group of fans took over the reporting machinery intended to rat out dissidents. It was a mistake that I hope no fans ~ regardless of who they support ~ will repeat again.)

#pie metas #pie answers #yizhan #bjyx

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bondsmagii · 3 years ago

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Hey read (some of) this blog post (long as hell), tries to pick it up where your old scp cult post left off: lackoflepers medium com/scp-is-not-a-cult-196e87ce6b11

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this is insane. I've never written anything that's ever received a full response before, so that's exciting. what's even more exciting is that this piece does raise some really interesting questions, and is very well-written and thoughtful.

the strange thing is, I think we're both in agreement -- but I'm calling it a cult, and the author of this piece is calling it a "fledgling religion". I agree with this outlook, if I'm honest -- but at the same time I can't help but think that this has filled a hole in my cult theory, rather than poked a hole in it.

when I wrote the original cult post, the one thing I couldn't quite equate was the religion aspect. there was a lot of things to consider from that aspect, in terms of cults requiring a certain doctrine, rituals, etc, and while I was able to draw comparisons to the site culture and these things, it didn't quite fit. this article explains and illustrates exactly what all of these things are, and the sheer amount of similarities between the SCP wiki culture and religious fundamentalists. it's absolutely incredible, how it all still adds up.

however, some things are way off. I understand the author has a history with site and with staff, and they obviously understand that there's a complicated relationship between the two. the piece certainly tackles the question from an educated site-critical standpoint, but I can't help but notice some glaring omissions and in some places, assumptions which I feel are quite simply incorrect. under the cut we go, because this is long.

the author seems to be very ignorant of the site's cyclical patterns. one of their main arguments for the wiki's not being a cult is how people like Dr Gears and thedeadlymoose don't have more power over the masses, being such important figures. the problem with the wiki is that it is very cyclical, and big names of one era do not translate over to new eras. big names replace old ones, and the old ones either become fond grandparent figures (like Gears, who had the sense to take a step back before the tides changed against him) or they become irrelevant or reviled (like thedeadlymoose, or pixelatedharmony (Roget).) this means that if the former appeals to the group, they will get essentially a pat on the head and a gentle dismissal, or if the latter speak out they will be silenced, harassed, banned, etc. this is very cultlike behaviour -- if somebody goes against the grain, they become an immediate enemy of the people. the only way to survive fame on the wiki is to retire quietly, at your peak, and keep yourself to yourself.

going on from this, there are also different levels to how a staff member is seen. there have been eras of the site where the site admin might not be as impressive as one of the prolific writers, for example. who these days knows about The Administrator? it's all Dr Gears to them. different authors have different levels of unofficial authority, and the author of the piece doesn't seem to realise that it's a cult of personality as much as anything else. there are constant divisions among staff, even if they present a united front; frequently those not toeing the party line have been ostracised or purged, and this filters down to the average user. just because a person is on staff does not mean they immediately skyrocket to godhood, if we're using the religious metaphor. this is why it seems as though "staff" as a whole isn't uniformly worshipped -- they're not. there are complex currents of power at work here, and it's frustrating because at first glance it seems to invalidate the very real fact that a few site members have all the authority. the staff worship extends to staff members. those in lower tiers will act similarly to those in higher tiers as a new member would act towards all staff.

the author draws attention to thedeadlymoose's impressive efforts to bring the site forward from its 4chan beginnings and make it more inclusive to LGBT members -- something that has undoubtedly had an effect. however, the author does not mention that to date, the site's only successful splinter site (as in, a site that lasted more than a few weeks) is RPC, and while this website came about for multiple reasons, it's undeniable that one of these reasons was because of the fact that the wiki was openly supportive of LGBT people during Pride Month. it's also interesting to note that the author is also a member of the RPC site, so it's odd that this piece of the site's origins is not mentioned.

the acceptance of these pro-LGBT policies also seems to be less wide-spread than the author believes -- most people don't care, there does exist users who are homophobic or transphobic, and -- something I'm surprised wasn't mentioned at all in the piece -- when LGBT members of the site spoke up and said the new logo made them feel pandered to, and the resulting blowout made them feel targeted and unsafe, they were mass banned from the subreddit by a rogue moderator who, incensed by the fact his authority was so challenged, then ragequit and abused people on the threads for several hours. this is a typical staff response to discontent in the masses. so yes, thedeadlymoose did have some significant sway in the attitude changing somewhat, but it was not as widespread (nor as cared about) as the article's author seems to think.

now, I shall move on to specific quotations.

Furthermore, as a gaggle of creators, SCP should never feature the mass conformity of thought that defines a cult; theirs is an ecosystem that predicates itself upon creation, and obsessively on the new and original — that is to say, the different (but tempered).

while the author does elaborate on this idea of creativity and conformity, this is just wrong. again, I blame the author's ignorance in regards to the cyclical nature of the site -- which isn't the fault of the author, in my opinion. such cycles are slow, measuring out in years rather than months, which is insanely long for an internet community. in order to notice them, you would have to have been observing for some time -- which I have been. since I have been observing the site (which has been since its very creation -- I was on the 4chan thread in 2007 when 173 was created and I have seen the wiki from its infancy on EditThis over to wikidot) I have seen this happen countless times. a type of writing, be it style or genre, takes off. it could be LOLFoundation, grimdark, whatever -- it takes off, it runs the site for a year or so, and then it crashes and burns. when it takes off, there are rules for writing it that must be obeyed lest you be downvoted to oblivion. as the attitude turns against it, those who still write it are vilified and ostracised, and the new one takes over. there have been mass purges in the past, and there has always been, since the wiki's inception, conformity of thought. one of my oldest complaints about the wiki is that, for a site full of writers, they have no imagination and absolutely no desire to step out of the approved style.

To put it very broadly, things get accustomed to the status quo in a highly regulated environment, and get better at simply remaining and surviving in that.

this could be a decent rebuff to my previous point, but the fact is that while the SCP wiki harbours cultish behaviour, a vast majority of the users are casual readers who maybe write one or two articles. the stagnation is, at least partially, because of the fact that most users sign up, read some articles, think "cool, I have an idea for one!", write it -- and have it emulate the articles they've read, thus sounding similar in tone and content to the rest of the recent articles -- get a semi-decent response if lucky, and then move on after a few months or years.

the people who power the wiki, however -- who are prolific, who churn out insane amount of articles -- are suffering from what I outlined in my above point. a small percentage of the wiki dictates the direction it goes. it has always been like this -- and people who go against the grain that staff have employed, be it old user or new, will pay for it. this payment is often in downvotes, but occasionally comes in harassment, bans, or deletions, too.

Lastly a cult is really the most extreme version of a religion, it is a religion on steroids.

this is straight-up incorrect. cults began as religions gone hayware, yes, but the idea of a cult as a Jonestown-style compound in the middle of nowhere is outdated. cults are the most extreme version of an ideology -- be it religious, political, or otherwise. they are ideologies on steroids. thanks to the internet, they also no longer have to be in real life spaces. you can be in a social cult on Twitter or on Discord; you can be in a cult of ideology on an incel forum or in a social circle of TERF blogs. all of these things are cults. they have cult-like behaviour and thinking.

this is where the author proves my point beyond all doubt. the author says the following about the wiki's increasingly left-wing inclusive policies:

What was intended to be an executive extension in peace has, due to the force required to counteract the sheer hostility and persecution once leveled at this group at its peak, instead overshot its mark and has become a brutal bureaucratic sanctioning of political identity. (I can hear someone saying that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.)

the biggest shift in this cult-think, for me, was observed when the shift towards Terminally Online Woke Left attitudes began to be increasingly observed. I'm not talking about getting people to tone down the homophobia and whatnot. I'm talking about this culture of purity and suffering that the author outlines very well in the article; if you have read the article, I needn't go over it again. the wiki now holds a monopoly on suffering using the same kind of Oppression Olympics as other spaces devoted to purity culture -- and purity culture is a cult. this is straight-up fact at this point. it is my belief that staff identified the power available to them in a) targeting people from oppressed and vulnerable groups and giving them a so-called safe space and b) using their various oppressions to their advantage.

something that is prolific in purity culture circles is that somebody who is oppressed in any way cannot be held to blame for their actions. they cannot be a bad person. this is ideological armour, and staff wields it. they also use purity culture and apparently progressive ideology to shut down anyone who dissents, and to smear their name and have then ostracised as an enemy. why do they do this? liking the power and fame of their position is a big part of it, as the author outlined, but something major is missing.

throughout the entire article, the author does not once mention the detailed and extensive history of staff sexually abusing minors on the site.

this is well-documented by this point. staff has seen many predators in its ranks, including one of the most prolific site members of all time -- AdminBright, or The Duckman. staff has known about these staff members and has covered it up over years. I myself have heard testimony from countless victims, but whenever we raise enough of a stink, a staff member does an "internal investigation" and nothing comes of it. the fact that the cult-like behaviour of this website can be discussed without one of the cornerstones of cult activity -- using its members for financial or sexual gain -- is astounding to me.

to go on from this, there is also no mention of the SCP lawyer fund, which raised over $30,000 and then faced staff actively resisting transparency as to the case and the funds. financial manipulation is another major example of cult behaviour.

without acknowledging these two things, I do not think that a full argument against the idea of the SCP wiki as a cult can be possible.

the author raises a good point that illustrates both why staff acts the way it does, and why the users are so eager to imitate:

The answer is something that can turn someone into their nemesis; something that would make someone sell their soul for 1000 upvotes; that tragic commonality that binds all individuals who feel the need to write; the need to be received, but more, to be loved for it.

this is a big reason why staff clings to its power, and why people sell out their creativity, and why people emulate this behaviour, and why prolific authors burn out so fast. however, running through all of this at its core -- through the need to be received and loved -- is the power that comes with it. this is all about power.

to mention the specific example of LordStonefish, and his reaction when he found out that his interviewer was enemy of the people pixelatedharmony, now of "burning out, ragequitting the site, and going to talk shit on KiwiFarms" infamy:

[...] it was as if LSF was speaking to a leper, and that the ongoing participation in the salvation of public approval (not to mention site participation as well) was directly dependent upon LSF’s rebuke of pH as a demon who is only worthy of a terrible fate and, as we see in the screencaps, even death.

leaving my personal opinions on Harmony out of this, going from a perfectly civil interview to finding out that the interviewer was an enemy and not only dumping all of his private information to offset doxing, but also going into detail about some highly personal stuff for shock value... I don't think Harmony quite required that treatment. the fact is that, as the quote outlines above, the only way to ensure that he wouldn't be completely ostracised for fraternising with the enemy (KiwiFarms -- of which Harmony is apparently the ambassador) was to behave like a man shunning a sinner. Harmony has sinned -- she rejected the status quo, she defied the group and its authority, and LordStonefish, in order to remain safe from being tarred with the same brush -- has to react with suitable horror to her presence.

it should be noted here that while KiwiFarms has a reputation for being a hive of scum and villainy, its main reputation regarding the SCP Wiki has been for being the one place where complaints against the site are openly discussed, often by defected staff members such as pixelatedharmony and Cyantreuse, and perhaps most telling of all -- the place where a lot of accounts of sexual harassment and abuse have been filed. staff rails against it on the grounds of it being filled with people who use slurs and have questionable ideological beginnings (ironic, coming from a website which began on 4chan) -- but as a leftist myself with extensive knowledge of the wiki, I can confirm that no criticisms I've seen on there have been unfair or inaccurate, and in fact a lot of the evidence and testimony posted there is damning. it would be fair to not wish to associate with the site because of its content in other places, or even its past reputation, but the fact staff rail against it so hard when it's currently one of the only places (and certainly the only public place) where their deeds are on display? it's interesting.

of LordStonefish's reaction, the author says:

This is the behavior of a deeply religious figure.

it is. this is the reaction of a Mormon meeting an old friend who has left the church. this is the reaction of a Jehovah's Witness crossing the street to avoid a shunned neighbour. it is the behaviour, you could say, of a cult member.

in the conclusion, the author states:

And if anyone is to shoulder blame for the creation of this pathology and its complex, it are those true bigots of history and today, who don’t have the spiritual maturity to understand that someone’s sexual preference or identity shouldn’t be enough to categorically separate them from a definition of humanity; to beat, maim, and wish death upon them.

perhaps this might have been true, perhaps this might have drawn a thoughtful and damning line under the whole affair, if not for the fact that this behaviour has been occurring since long before the internet became known for its progressive and now increasingly often, ridiculous takes on inclusion and sensitivity. this kind of cultish groupthink has been ongoing since the wiki's very first inception. the cyclical worship of a group of staff members and other prolific writers (though the group are often one and the same) and their chosen theme or genre has occurred like clockwork since the late 00s. it has occurred when the website was still entrenched in its 4chan days and saying slurs was barely blinked at. it was still there back when staff was predominantly (or at least presumably) cis, white, and male. it was there when being gay was the butt of a joke and being trans was all but unthought of. it has always been there, and while the latest progressive policies and attitudes have had an effect on how the power is wielded, it has not changed the power itself. if the tides ever turn on the Terminally Online Woke ideology, staff will change with it and adapt their policies and ideologies to keep their power.

if anyone is to shoulder the blame for the creation of this pathology, it is the elitist attitude that has allowed a select few to be worshipped unquestionably. it is the power-hungry individuals who seek out fame and respect on a writing website and then use this fame and respect to treat others badly and their fear of a fall from grace to shelter others treating people worse. it is on the shoulders of the staff members who use their position to groom and sexually assault minors. it is on the shoulders of the staff members who keep it silent. as the severity of staff's secrets has increased, so has their attempts to silence dissent and reform at all costs.

the author agrees that this kind of religious think might lead to a cult in the future. the author says the cult will be a cult of vulnerability, but I disagree. I believe the cult is already there, and it is -- and always has been -- a cult of power.

#scp shenanigans #anon #asks

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gwaean · 3 years ago

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The Rescuers

Part Two: "I see it for the first time - There’s no cry in being kind”

Part One: Old acquaintances meet again

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implicit mentions of sex.

Words Count: 1,633

Notes: This part continues right where the other ended but this time we've two povs! Also, we have a bit of howzer and some flirting happening. And I've made a playlist for the fanfic, if you wanna listen while reading it's here: Spotify | Apple Music

“What the hell?” - He sits on the stretcher.

“What… What have I done? What…”

“Hey, hey. You’re okay now.” - You say. “They no longer control you.”

“How… How did you do it?”

“So, Rex told me that the kaminoans put these inhibitor chips on all of you guys. All clones have one of these in their heads. And somehow it makes you obey orders and you just loose control of yourself. I think?”

“Yeah. I was there all the time. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t help it. I just had to obey and do everything I was told to. Not matter how hard I tried to fight it….”

“I know, I know. This isn’t your fault. These bastards made you do it. But now, you’re free and you gonna be ok.”

He looks at you. His expression is carrying so much emotions that he doesn’t even need to say anything. You know he’s broken. But he does gives you a little smile like he’s silently thanking you for helping him.

“Shouldn't we go?” He breaks the silence.

“Indeed. Before the get suspicious. But… do you have a plan or something? Like, they can’t know you’re without your chip or you’ll be considered a traitor.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ve got to pretend I’m still loyal to them. And you… If anyone asks, we’re dating.”

“Hmmm…. Ok?” You answer. “I mean, what else could’ve I said?” You also think.

“So, shall we go, Cross?”

“Yes. But first, I need to do something.” He says taking your hand and forcing you to move. When you’re at the corridor he speaks again to you loud enough so the others can listen too:

“Darling, wait for me in my room, okay? I’ve got some things to take care of before I’m all yours.” He winks at you. It takes you a phew seconds to process what he meant with that then you finally go do what he asked you to.

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That was easy. Too easy. Crosshair always knew how to be mean and look scary. He learned soon enough that he needed to be like this or the others would never respect him. Or so he thought. But this reg speech earlier… It had somehow made him listened. This Captain Howzer put himself at risk in front everyone just so he could help his squad. He just spoke out like that in an empire base and some of those clones actually heard him. Cross had to admit, that was really brave specially to a reg. So maybe this guy was worth saving.

He entered the cell. It was just like the others: small, rather empty, clean enough and with just a seat for the prisoner. Howzer was sitting looking down but when he entered the room he looked up right at him.

“Now, what do you want?” The captain said looking like he was done with all this already.

“I want…” Crosshair checked the surroundings again. No one was around. Good.

“I wanna help you.”

“What?” That seemed to catch the captain off guard.

“Yes, you heard it right. I want help you. I gonna set you free from here.”

“Really? And how do you plan to do that?”

“Oh, please, cut the sarcasm. I’ll find a way to take your chip off first.”

“My what?”

“I'm sorry, this gonna hurt a bit.” Poor Howzer looked at him even more confused.

Crosshair hit him hard. He passed out with a little cut on his head. The poor guy probably would have a bit of a headache later but at least with a real injury no one would get suspicious, right? Crosshair then carried Howzer all the way back to the medical bay. Some soldiers looked at them however none of them were brave enough to ask any questions. They all knew it was better not to question the commander decisions. And they could see a bit of blood on the other clone.

Crosshair had seen the imperials using the equipments before a few times. Even on him once. So he kind had his way and got it done quickly. Howzer got up soon after, still confused and a bit angry maybe?

“What the hell was all of that?”

“We don’t have much time. We have to leave.”

“Whoa, slow down. I’m not getting. Why you’re doing this? And why do we have to leave? And why… Why do I suddenly feel… I don’t know…”

“Free?” He nods in agreement. “The voice is gone, uh?”

“Yes? I guess?”

“Look, I saw what you did there. The way stood up to them, you didn’t have to do that. You could’ve left and save yourself. But you went back and spoke in front of everyone. You didn’t abandon your men. And…” Crosshair looked down. “That’s something I can admire…” He was thinking about his team then.

“I just did what I thought it was right. These guys have been with me for years, they’re my brothers. I can’t just leave them behind. That’s why I can’t just leave now too.”

“But you must. I know you cared about them but you can’t do anything if you’re just a prisoner or dead. You have to save yourself before you can save others, you know?” The captain looks down.

“You're probably right…” He takes a moment. “I just wish I could do more for them.”

“I get it. Though right now, I don’t think there’s much you could do anyway.”

“Yeah…”

“So, I’m gonna pretend we’ve got to move you to another base. I’m gonna say I don’t want anyone on your team having ideias of breaking you out. They saw you speech out there, so they might believe having you here could have a bad influence on these regs. These soldiers aren’t very bright anyway.”

“Right. Seems like a plausible plan. Anything else?”

“Look angry. I’m gonna send you back to cell so I can prepare some things and then be ready to leave, ok?”

“Yep.”

“Let’s go.”

Crosshair handcuffed him and started pushing him. Howzer acted out like he was angry and fighting him. The commander them curse him and threat him and so Howzer pretend he was fighting back. They made a whole scene all the way back to the captain scene and everyone kept staring at them curious and whispering stuff. Crosshair finally throw him at the cell and they both cursed each other.

“We're moving to another base. He’s too much trouble for us here.” Crosshair informed the guards. They nodded in agreement.

“Agreed, sir. We don’t others getting ideais from his little speech back there.”

“Exactly my thoughts.” He pause for a second. “I just have some things to take care of before.” They seemed to understand what he was talking about.

“Have your time, sir.”

The commander walked back to his room trying not to think too much about anything. Because whenever he did it was a rollercoaster of emotions and evasive thoughts and he hated. He hated not being able to control a part of him. And lately, he hasn’t being able to have a lot of control of anything at all. It sucked.

He opened his door to find you sitting on his bed reading one of his books while looking so comfortable, liked you owned the place. He wasn’t sure if he liked or was a bit jealous of your calmness. Probably both.

“Hey there, booknerd.” You almost jumped.

“Oh, sorry, did I bother you?” He joked.

“Haha. You’re so funny. You should be a comedian, you know?”

“I know.”

“Now, what do we have to do, commander?” Oh, he really liked to be called commander. Probably more than you’re anticipating.

“Actually, right now nothing.”

“Oh, really?” You smiled. “And after that?”

“You're gonna keep up the act for a little longer. I’m gonna pretend to have Captain Howzer moved. I’m plan on taking you plus two guards.”

“Alright. What else?”

“You gonna have to pretend you like to be shown around by me. Or not. And do you happen to know how to shoot well?”

“Not sure about the first part.” He smirked like he was saying “Yeah, sure. We’ll see about that.” And you continued: “But yes, I can handle myself pretty well with a blaster.” You showed him your holster where your blaster was kept.

“Good. This shouldn’t be so hard then.”

“You know, I thought as observant as you are, you’ve assumed that before.”

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. I was too busy thinking planning stuff, fighting the chip and looking at other things…..” He looked at you up and down. You almost felt naked.

“Holy…” You started. “Well, now I get how you used to have quite a reputation…”

“Did I?”

“Please, don’t be an ass.”

“That’s an impossible request.”

“At least you know. Now can we go?” He moved and sited right next to you on his bed. Then he whispered on your ear:

“Why? Scared of being alone with me?” That sent shivers up your body. And you quickly moved.

“No! Oh, please no!” You shouted.

“Then why are you shouting, babe?”

“Because I can.” You continued shouting. “Now shall we go or what?” You now spoke quieter.

“Hmmm… Five more minutes. Now sit here and keep reading your book. I promised I’ll be quiet.” You couldn’t help but obey him while you rolled your eyes at him. You kept reading and he support his chin on your shoulder and appeared to be reading with you.

“Now shall we start moving? It’s been like 10 minutes already.”

“Yes. And looked tired but at the same time happy. Like you just had a really damn’ good time.”

“And why?”

“Well, I don’t wanna loose my reputation.” You rolled your eyes at him again.

“Let’s just go, commander.”

#bad batch #clone wars #star wars #clone troopers #tbb writing #tbb crosshair #ct 9904 #crosshair x reader #crosshair #crosshair x oc #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #swwriting #writers on tumblr #the bad batch fanfiction #fanfic #the bad bad spoilers #gn!reader

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mosshead-lover · 4 years ago

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The Act of LordE: part 2

On the contrary

Bakugou & Izuku x Reader

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It had been a few weeks since the new year's party. [y/n] decided to put that unfortunate event behind. She was well settled in the city and was having a great time with Izuku as well. They were officially in a relationship. She even managed to intern at a hero agency. Her job was to study the hero costumes and make them fashionable. A job that was considered useless by heroes, as told by her seniors. But, She firmly believed that a hero's outfit should make a statement about the hero, radiate his/her personality.

Her boyfriend, who was one of the rising top heroes, not only comprehend her passion but also respected her talent for making even the most boring items into fascinating entities, as opposed to what her seniors had experienced.

[y/n]'s excitement about starting at the hero agency was palpable. She was thrilled to meet pro heroes in person and have a chance to re-model their outfits. She was also a little anxious about pulling their style statement down instead of elevating.

"We will start with you studying some hero costumes evolution throughout the years. Relate the modifications with the fashion trends and marketing trends set in the respective years and submit a report by the weekend."

The chief stylist of the agency had assigned work the second she met [y/n].

[y/n] was impressed and surprised at how work centered her boss was. She got into work immediately. After a week of extensive research, late-night shenanigans, rewriting the thesis thinking the previous one wasn't good enough and taking inputs from her boyfriend & his fellow hero friends, [y/n] finally submitted her report. Her boss didn't seem too impressed but didn't criticize either. She assigned [y/n] her next task: to make sketches of a hero intern's outfit and try different color panels.

"I will ask one of the hero interns to come see you." Her boss told in a neutral tone and left the room. The Fashion department was vacant most of the time since most fashion staff tended to work from their comfort zones. The boss who came in every day had a chamber of her own. So, [y/n] was pretty much by herself. She was looking forward to having company.

"This Asshole!"

[y/n] screamed inside. At the sight of the person whom she was so eagerly waiting to meet. How could she possibly forget those eyes?

Katsuki, on the other hand, cursed his fate for putting the one girl he didn't want to see ever again in front of him.

However, neither brought up the night. They worked in silence, avoiding eye contact, wishing for the day to get over soon.

[y/n] had had a long day. She walked home thinking if she should tell Izuku what happened on new year's. She decided not to. It was too late now. If she wanted to, she should have, sooner. At least when she recognized that ass from the pictures Izuku had shown her the day she had stayed over.

A few days later, Katsuki was asked to visit [y/n] again. To submit technical details of the gadgets he used and to answer any questions she had. Bakugou sucked at making things right, the easiest way to ease the tension between them was to tell her about the stupid challenge and apologize, he couldn't get himself to. It was difficult to even imagine himself doing it, given his egocentric personality. Nevertheless he had to. After a long hour of deep thinking, he decided he would.

He took heavy reluctant steps towards the fashion department.

"Ummm. Thanks for getting lunch, Izu."

[y/n] was seated on the table, with her hands around Midoriya's neck.

"I took a day off. That the least I could do, [y/n]-chan."

[y/n] kissed Izuku on the lips gently.

"We are so occupied with college, internships, and assignments these days. We barely get to spend time together. I miss you."

Izuku sounded disappointed.

[y/n] let out a sigh in agreement and hugged him.

"I miss you too, baby."

"Wish we at least worked at the same place. We could commute together." Izuku mused.

"I can put in a word for you! How can they say no to someone as talented as you?" He was holding [y/n] by her shoulders now. His eyes shined, radiating his enthusiasm.

"Our Agency is just as good, you know?" He was trying to be cocky now.

[y/n] laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Thanks for saying that, Mr. Pro-to-be. But, I got in here with lots of effort and am learning a great deal. I don't want to leave halfway. I know you wouldn't."

"Yeah." Izuku sulked.

Usually, Bakugou barged in, irrespective of the place and the situation. Except for this day. He had waited at the door for a while before going in.

"Tch. As if getting to see one shit face for the day wasn't enough."

Izuku moved away, and [y/n] quickly got off the table. A drop of sweat trailed down her cheek though she knew she wasn't at fault. Not much anyway.

"I don't know how shit works at your agency, Deku-teme, But here, we don't fool around."

Kachan eyed [y/n] in what seemed like disgust.

"Ah...Kachan, please calm down. I was just dropping off lunch. I am sorry."

(What is he sorry for?)

Deku's demeanor changed suddenly.

"I shall pick you up in the evening, [y/n]-chan. Bye for now."

Izuku didn't even bother to peck [y/n] and left hurriedly. [y/n] had heard enough stories about Izuku's childhood friend Kachan to understand his reaction. But, she was more frustrated at how this person got away with being an asshole all the time. Izuku was used to Kachan's way of talking. But [y/n] wasn't, and she didn't plan to.

"Who do you think you are!?"

[y/n] was raging with fury.

"Ah?" Bakugou tried to sound cold and clueless when he was burning on the inside. He had to face the inevitable confrontation now. He had ignited the fire.

"I don't know why Izuku tolerates your foul mouth but, that's no way to treat a friend!"

"I don't have time for this." Bakugou tries to escape the ultimate, one last time.

"You do, and you will listen to everything I have to say!"

To [y/n]'s surprise, he obeyed and sat down on the chair unwillingly.

"First, You steal his new year's kiss from him by forcing yourself on me, and then, you are extremely rude to him for no reason at all. It had literally been five minutes since he arrived! We weren't fooling around. It was my lunch break, for god's sake! And worst of all, He asks sorry, like he was guilty! If anyone should be apologizing, it's you!"

Katsuki yawned as [y/n] went on, which only aggravated her further.

While [y/n] was fuming, Katsuki slowly speaks up after confirming that she was done.

"Whoah! I didn't know you were dating at the time."

(even so, I am guilty of kissing you without consent. You dumb girl. You need to get some confrontation lessons.)

"I don't care how long he had been here. I saw what I saw, and I may be an ass but have strong work ethics."

(I couldn't stand seeing you together.)

"As for an apology, I still don't see my fault."

(I am an ass. I know. I also know it's too late to try being otherwise.)

"Oh, you will see! I will make sure Deku gets one from you!" [y/n]'s anger hadn't gone down, even a bit.

"Um! Determination I see." He raised his eyebrows, a faint smile formed on his face.

"I like it. So, I will give you a chance to earn that apology for that midget boyfriend of yours."

Bakugou got more comfortable in the wooden chair that he sat on. Almost as if he was enjoying where the conversation was headed.

[y/n] remained silent but was looking in his direction. She didn't have to say. He went on.

"Let's play a game. Umm...say Chess?" He suggested, looking at a painting of a few chess pieces that was hung by the door.

He went on.

"You win, I will apologize to Deku, and If I do, I will claim something of yours as mine for ten minutes."

"I am in." [y/n] didn't give a second thought. Only if she knew what she was getting to, she might have. If only she knew.

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See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil [1]

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Pairing: Diavolo/F!Reader Genre: Soulmate AU, Fake Relationship (?), Misunderstandings, Fluff, Angst

Synopsis: During a confrontation between Diavolo and a certain witch who harbors unrequited feelings for him, he declares his intention to ask you to stand beside him in reigning over the Devildom someday. You conclude only one logical explanation for the insanity he uttered: this is his way of discouraging the witch from being so persistent. Although clueless, you play along and become ‘lovers’ with him.

Inevitably, your existing attraction for Diavolo grows, but the distinction between truth and lies, the crisscrossed lines of the right and the wrong, and the question of what’s real and what isn’t, begin to plague your mind and stir up trouble for your relationship with him with each passing day.

Entangled within the woven threads of soulmates and a royal prophecy, this is the story of the Demon Prince and his future Queen: you.

1 | 2 | 3 Chapter 1: See No Evil Word Count: 5k

A soulmark was an extreme rarity in the human world, a one in a million blessing the lucky ones were bestowed with. You knew no one who possessed one but were acquainted with many who were enamored by it and longed to receive such a privilege. A strange fascination enveloped the world whenever it was mentioned; with romance, fate, and destiny being constant subjects of both fiction and nonfiction works and media. The certainty of someone out there meant especially for you, to have and to hold, appealed to the majority.

You were a part of the minority.

From the very first time you had learned of the idea, one thing has struck you clearly: rather than a blessing, soulmarks were a curse. To have a predetermined person you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with was the universe’s way of taking away your free will. The notion alone was suffocating. Nevertheless, while you wanted nothing to do with this system, fate had a funny and sadistic way of doing things.

On the night of your eighteenth birthday, the telltale sign of the burning sensation on your spine was all you needed to suspect a soulmark had emerged on your skin. Despite this, you convinced yourself you were wrong. It was rare, and there was no way you would be gifted with such a thing, especially since you had expressed a clear dislike for it. In an attempt to crush your worries, you marched to the vanity in the corner of your room and sat on the stool with your back on the mirror. You raised your shirt halfway and turned your head to peek. Above the hem, the tip of an ink-like marking, which hadn’t existed before, rested. The shock and horror of the sight drove your fingers to tremble and release the fabric, your eyes wide as you turned away. The exposed portion had been too little, but you were certain, imprinted on your spine was the lifelong sentence you despised—a soulmark.

You were the master of your own fate, and no soulmark could tell you otherwise. As more anger and resentment bubbled inside you, you decided that for the rest of your life, ignorance would be bliss. With this resolve, you stood, walked away, and pretended this fiasco never happened. Whatever it was that rested on your back, you vowed to never look at and considered to never exist. When somebody asked you if you had a soulmark, the prospect of the look of wonder they would give you made you want to roll your eyes and scoff, and you would smile and reply with a negative. After that night, you grew out your hair and made sure it would always be long enough to add coverage to your back whenever possible. You said goodbye to clothing that required to be zipped from behind and never once more turned to see your back’s reflection in the mirror. Sometimes, when you bathed, the soap and water running over your spine caused the curiosity you’d tried to suppress for as long as possible to spike, but each time, you fought the urge and succeeded.

It was difficult at first, but since you had put your mind into it, time passed, and you adjusted to this lifestyle. Only reminded of the truth once in a blue moon, you did everything you could to conceal your dirty little secret from everyone else.

At present, you were an exchange student at the Royal Academy of Diavolo in the Devildom. Many things you had never thought to be possible were proven otherwise by your stay in this world. One thing, though, has never changed: your secret remained one you never dared to utter.

Everything in your life was in its rightful place until a fateful day when it all began to topple over like a house of cards.

One morning, the House of Lamentation was empty save for you. Lucifer informed you a week ago about their agenda today: to entertain a special guest, a certain illustrious witch, in the Demon Lord’s Castle. You offered your assistance in welcoming whoever she was, but Lucifer shook his head and declined readily. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he had paled, but you assumed he was tired and stressed out due to the preparations of their gathering. As the witch had requested the presence of all seven of the demon brothers, you were left home alone for the weekend.

The skirt of your white dress flowed backward as you made your way to the kitchen with a skip in your steps. To avoid sweating too much, you placed your cardigan aside, tied your hair, and donned an apron. You opened the cupboards in search of ingredients for pancakes and checked the pantry for strawberries, chocolate toppings, and a new bottle of maple syrup to replace the empty one in the kitchen. Determined, you prepared yourself to make a huge batch to share with the demon brothers, and more especially for Beelzebub, later when they returned.

The sound of the doorbell piqued your interest and led you to pause from mixing the pancake batter. Three possibilities of who could be behind the door left you guessing as you washed your hands and rushed to the entrance. Most likely, it would be the Akuzon delivery man who frequented the house due to Leviathan’s online shopping addiction. If not, it would be Mammon’s debt collector who was very persistent and difficult to drive away. Or it could also be an ‘acquaintance’ of Asmodeus looking for ‘a good time’.

To your surprise, the one who was behind the door was neither of those three.

The Prince of the Devildom stood in front of you in all his glory, dressed in a red button-down shirt and black trousers. It confused you why he would be at your door at this time of the day. The demon brothers were at the castle, and you assumed he would be there as well. “Lord Diavolo? What brings you here?”

“Good morning!” Diavolo greeted, unfazed by the surprised expression on your face. “I thought I’d drop by and say hello.”

“Hello to you, too,” you replied and gave him a shy smile. “This is a pleasant surprise. Have you had breakfast yet?”

“I had to leave quite early, so I haven’t.”

“Would you like to come in and have breakfast with me? I’m cooking some human world food.”

“You don’t mind?”

“If you’re not busy, I’d appreciate the company.”

“Then, I accept.”

“Great! Please wait for me in the dining room.”

With a nod, Diavolo passed the threshold and shut the door behind him. You spun around and stepped forward, eager to finish cooking and share a meal with him. Although you received no reply from Diavolo, his footsteps were audible as he followed you. The burning sensation of his gaze caused you to glance at him from your shoulder, proven correct as his eyes shifted from your dress to your face.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

Diavolo smiled and shook his head. “Everything’s perfect.”

“If you say so.”

The prospect of having breakfast with Diavolo left you excited. You had always enjoyed his company, and with everyone else occupied, you had a rare moment of being alone with him. It had been a while since you last dined together, and that time had been to check up on you and ask how you were liking your life as an exchange student so far. Ever since you had met him, he had been nothing but nice and well-mannered, though he did have a mischievous side that kept you on your toes. He frequently schemed of ‘fun’ activities centered on you and the demon brothers, and now, your mind would wander to him when something was suspiciously amiss.

You couldn’t deny how his sinfully good looks left you swooning when he wasn’t looking, but you weren’t naïve enough to be unaware your silly attraction to him was one-sided. It wasn’t as if you were pining for him. Even if your status as an exchange student from the human world opened up numerous possibilities for you to admire him from up close—like now—in the theoretical sense, you were only admiring him from afar. Still, as he entered the kitchen and offered to carry the trays to the dining room despite your half-hearted protests, insisting it was the least he could do, the domesticity of your interactions made butterflies float in your stomach.

“It’s delicious,” Diavolo commented. Elegantly, he sliced another portion of the pancake and took a bite. “This takes me back to the time when you cooked human world food for us during the retreat at the castle.”

“Yes, Solomon’s cooking was certainly… memorable.”

He grimaced. “Indeed.”

You chuckled and took a sip of your coffee, feeling warmth and contentment as your conversation flowed with ease.

As you and Diavolo conversed about the topic of demons in human media, with you telling him how their kind was portrayed and him debunking their inaccuracies, the front door swung open and slammed shut.

“Oh, they’re back already?” You perked up and stood, stepping out to welcome the demon brothers.

Diavolo shook his head with a grim look in his eyes. He followed suit and faced the entrance of the dining hall, making sure his form was hiding you from sight. “No, I’m afraid it’s someone else. Please stay back, and let me handle this.”

“What are you talking about? Who could possibly be there—”

“Diavolo,” a sultry voice called.

The click-clack of high heels filled the silence as the owner of the voice entered the vicinity. Out of curiosity, you peeked from Diavolo’s shoulder and saw an attractive woman sauntering toward him, her eyes trained on his face, and a sly smile gracing her lips. She was someone you’d never encountered before. You were sure of this fact as her voice alone was remarkable, and she was even more beautiful than any of the succubi you shared classes with.

“Maddi,” Diavolo returned.

“Is that the way to greet an old friend?”

“How are you doing? All seven of the demon brothers were present at the castle. I take it they gave you a warm welcome?”

“They did, but it wasn’t warm enough,” she replied, crossing her arms. “You weren’t there.”

You had heard of her before. She was known as The Great Witch Maddi, and apparently, she was the special guest at the Demon Lord’s Castle. If that were the case, then why was she here, and where were the demon brothers who were tasked to welcome her?

Diavolo shook his head, retaining his cordial demeanor. “I have more important matters to attend to.”

“Is that so?” she queried, her voice dripping with disdain and amusement. “Anyway, I’m curious why you chose Solomon over dear old me for the exchange program. He’s a shady one, isn’t he?”

And you’re not? You bit back the sarcastic retort and opted to step forward to defend your friend. “Solomon is a powerful wizard who has made pacts with seventy-two demons, making him a suitable candidate and choice for the exchange program.”

Maddi’s eyebrows shot up in irritation as she sent a spiteful glance your way, her lips curving into a sneer. “Oh, who might this be? A human?”

Smiling, you held your head high and opened your mouth to introduce yourself. “Yes, I am—”

“Nevermind Solomon. You chose this plain and regular human over me?” Maddi asked, pointing her index finger in your direction, her tone condescending and accusatory.

For some reason, it was evident she wasn’t referring to the exchange program exclusively any longer. Was she Diavolo’s ex-lover? From the three minutes you had spent in her presence, it was easy to see how Maddi was so used to getting her way that it upset her whenever it didn’t happen. Truthfully, you couldn’t imagine Diavolo cozying up with someone like her. Since she had arrived, Diavolo has been trying his best not to look like he swallowed something unpleasant, even if the meal you served him was anything but. You’d never seen him this way before. He disliked her, which was strange because Diavolo liked everyone; he was one of the most pleasant beings you had met among the three worlds.

“It would be best for you to watch your tone, Maddi.” Diavolo placed an arm around you and stroked your clothed skin with his thumb comfortingly. “She’s not just any human.”

“Don’t joke around, unless…” Maddi narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth. “Don’t tell me… Is it her? The one the prophecy is talking about?”

Prophecy? What prophecy?

The atmosphere was tense. You were in the dark about what was happening, but you understood bits and pieces from their exchange. As your mind wandered with speculations, Diavolo’s response almost made you choke on your spit.

“Yes,” he confirmed proudly.

“It can’t be! It was supposed to be me!” Maddi cried out. “No, no, no!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you finally spoke up, making your statement as vague as possible to conceal your cluelessness.

“Shut up!”

You snapped, “You barge in my home, talk badly about my friend, and now, you’re telling me to shut up?”

“Home? This is the House of Lamentation.”

“I know. I live here.”

Diavolo stepped forward in an attempt to keep Maddi away from you. “Maddi, stop it this instant.”

Maddi shook her head. “Diavolo, there must be a mistake—”

“This is hardly the time and place for it, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and now, I’m certain she’s the one in the prophecy,” Diavolo stated. He shot a fond smile your way and dropped the bomb on Maddi… and you. “She’s going to be the future Queen of the Devildom… if she accepts, that is.”

Eyes wide, you took a moment to steady yourself, taken aback.

What in the Devildom is he talking about?

There was only one logical conclusion for the insanity he uttered. It was obvious how Maddi had unrequited feelings for Diavolo, and this had to be his way of stopping her from being so assertive. If it would help Diavolo, of course, you’d be willing to do it, you would play along.

Sighing, you looked at him with a gentle smile and said, “Of course, I would accept.”

“You would?” Diavolo’s gaze shifted back to you, unable to mask his surprise at your agreement, hopeful. Since you had figured out his game, you caught the double meaning in his words, and you hoped he had caught yours as well.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“I won’t let you!” Maddi interjected. She stepped forward and raised her hand to your direction, a glow over the hollow of her palm as she opened her mouth to say the incantation to hex you, or worse, put a lifelong curse on you.

You shut your eyes and braced yourself for the impact, but before Maddi could do anything harmful, Diavolo encircled her outstretched wrist in a firm grasp. “I’ll think twice before doing that if I were you.”

Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were welcomed by the rare sight of Diavolo’s serious, livid expression, leaving your breath caught in your throat.

“I hate you!” Maddi spat, her eyes full of scorn and unshed tears as she glared at you. She stormed off and slammed the door, leaving the two of you speechless.

At long last, quietness filled the room once again. In shock, you stared at the spot Maddi had occupied and processed what had happened until Diavolo tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and caught your attention.

He sighed. “I apologize for her behavior.”

“There’s no need for you to apologize. It’s not something you have control over.”

“I appreciate you saying that,” he replied with a small smile forming on his lips. “Did you mean it? You’re okay with this?”

You blinked. From what you had witnessed, Maddi was a handful. A possibility she wouldn’t let what happened slide and come back to haunt you was looming over your head. You were already on her hit list, and frankly, it would do you no harm to continue playing along with Diavolo’s charade. It would keep you safe, and it would help him continue driving her off. There were only a few months left until the exchange program was over. Your arrangement would end by then. There was nothing for you to lose.

“Sure.”

The demon brothers, who rushed home to stop whatever Maddi had plotted, arrived fifteen minutes too late. You and Diavolo were having the last of your coffee by the time they barged inside the House of Lamentation. Promptly, Diavolo and Lucifer had a meeting in the study room concerning the situation with Maddi. As for the rest of the demon brothers, they fawned over you and made sure you were unharmed while those who had the unfortunate luck of encountering Maddi prior to this mess shared accounts of their experience. The conversation soon shifted to all of them ranting about Maddi’s cunning behavior during her escape from the Demon Lord’s Castle. Even though none of them said it, they felt terrible for being unable to fulfill Diavolo’s request which resulted in putting you in unnecessary danger. You assured them you were fine, sneaking glances at the direction of the study room from time to time.

After half an hour, Diavolo and Lucifer concluded their meeting.

“Let’s continue this discussion tomorrow,” Lucifer said as the two of them emerged from the study room.

Diavolo nodded. “Yes, let’s meet at the Student Council Room after class.”

You wondered about the specifics of their discussion, but before you could dwell on the thought, Lucifer turned to you and requested, “Will you accompany Diavolo to the door?”

“Of course.”

“See you all tomorrow,” Diavolo told everyone, gesturing for you to lead the way. “Let’s go.”

In comfortable silence, you walked beside Diavolo along the hallway. Your encounter with Maddi replayed inside your head, and though every word she had said screamed her dislike for you, a tiny part of you felt terrible for her and the pain of her rejection. She must have liked Diavolo a lot—loved him, even—but the feeling wasn’t mutual. From your perspective, that sounded awful.

You halted your steps once you reached the entrance, addressing him as he pushed the door open. “Have a safe trip home. Thank you for today, Lord Diavolo.”

He paused and regarded you with amusement. “Just ‘Diavolo’ is fine. Call me by my name.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Diavolo.”

“Good girl,” he said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and bidding you goodbye.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. After excusing yourself, you went straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, the morning’s events still occupying your mind. With how trivial the day had begun, you never expected the circumstances to progress this way. Your thoughts inevitably wandered to Diavolo, the serious expression you had witnessed from him burned in your memory. Somehow, you felt closer to him than you had ever been because of this experience. As the tenderness in his voice and touch from your last interaction left you restless, you reminded yourself this was all for show, and you had a new challenge ahead of you.

When Beelzebub knocked on your door to summon you for dinner, a part of you was unsettled for the questions the demon brothers would ask you about Diavolo. After everyone arrived and began eating, Lucifer relayed what happened with Maddi first and foremost, and then, revealed the ‘truth’ about you. He stated how Diavolo confirmed this morning that you were the one in the prophecy, the prospective Queen of the Devildom.

“Haha! Ya tryin’ to be a joker, Lucifer? C’mon anyone can do better than that!” Mammon laughed at Lucifer’s ‘poor attempt at humor’ and downed his lemon juice in one go.

“If anyone here is a joke, it’s you, Mammon,” Lucifer said, shooting his younger brother’s idea down with a fierce glare.

“Wh…? No way! You’re... You’re actually serious?”

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ve been having this conversation for fifteen minutes. How many times do I have to tell you?”

“In any case,” Leviathan interjected, sounding excited, “this is even better than the plot of I’m A Succubus Who Fell In Love With Heaven’s Number One Angel! What a turn of events… and posted!”

Satan sighed, regarding Leviathan with a look of exasperation. “Did you really need to make a social media update?”

“Duh,” Leviathan replied, typing away his next post.

Beelzebub, who had been busy eating this whole time, paused and swallowed a bite of steak, peering at your face worriedly from beside you. “Hey, will he make you happy?”

“He better,” Belphegor stated with narrowed eyes, both sleepy and threatening, “or else…”

“To be honest with you, I am kinda worried,” you admitted, finally speaking up. “Not about Diavolo, though, but…”

“If it’s Maddi you’re worried about, say one word, and she’s going to be taken care of, I assure you,” Satan said.

“Breaking News: Satan has just made a threat against The Great Witch Maddi. How scary the Avatar of Wrath is…” Leviathan commented, “and posted!”

Satan attempted to snatch Leviathan’s phone but failed. “Give me that!”

Although menacing, the words of comfort Satan offered you made you chuckle. “Thanks, Satan.”

“Of course.” Satan sent you a firm nod and went back to trying to get Leviathan’s phone.

“Well?” Asmodeus prodded from the other side of the table, placing his eating utensils down to fold his fingers.

“What is it, Asmo?” you asked.

“What are you waiting for? Spill the beans!”

“Don’t. I’ll eat them instead—”

“Not those beans, Beel.” Asmodeus shook his head and made a show of clapping his hands. “I’m talking about Lord Diavolo!”

Spill the beans about Diavolo? From what you had gathered from Lucifer and Mammon’s conversation, Diavolo told none of them, not even Lucifer, of the true nature of your charade. You trusted his decision, but while you kept your composure on the outside, internally, you began to panic. Did Asmodeus suspect something?

You cleared your throat and took a sip of your drink, feigning nonchalance as you asked with caution. “What about him?”

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about. Have you done it with him? Is he good in bed—no, scratch that—how good is he in bed? Does he prefer it rough or gentle? Which position is his favorite? How big is his—”

“Not another word, Asmodeus,” Lucifer’s booming voice demanded everyone’s attention, and the chatter and the sound of cutlery ceased at once. “Not. Another. Word.”

Asmodeus frowned but relented, picking up his utensils to continue eating his meal.

You had no idea how to answer the question Asmodeus posed, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as the subject was shut down before it could even begin, silently thanking Lucifer’s aversion to the topic for saving you from responding.

The conversation shifted to more trivial matters, all of which you were more than happy to participate in, as long as none of them concerned you and Diavolo. Soon, you were laughing with everyone again. The mood was lighter, and the food was more enjoyable. Once dinner ended, you returned to your bedroom and reveled in the fact you survived the whole ordeal. No one but you knew the truth about your situation with Diavolo. The less who knew, the less complicated it was. It was best to keep it that way.

After you took your cardigan off and hung it aside, you began your routine for the night, thankful for the mundane task to keep your mind off things. As you changed into your pajamas, the fabric running over your spine sent a conscious feeling of your soulmark all over you, but as always, it didn’t matter. You fought the urge away, and your secret remained safe, even from you.

Turning the lights off, you laid in bed and stared into the abstract patterns in the ceiling, adding one more secret to those you had to keep.

The next day, the news of the confrontation Diavolo, Maddi, and you had at the House of Lamentation spread like wildfire all over the academy. Succubi sent impressed—some, envious—glances your way while incubi followed your form with unrepressed interest as you made your way to your classes. A few demons shook your hand and introduced themselves when you went to the cafeteria to eat lunch while a few others glanced at you with fear, much to your confusion. The scrutiny in their gazes was nothing new, but the way it increased tenfold had you on the edge all day. The moment Seductive Speechcraft, which was your final class for the day, was dismissed, you bolted out of the classroom at once, sighing when you reached the first floor.

What a day, you thought.

As you had haphazardly put them on, you fixed the straps of your backpack on your shoulders and slowed your pace as you made your way to the exit. Once you reached the courtyard, however, to your surprise and panic, Diavolo was making his way to you, an exhausted Lucifer in tow.

A glance around the area made it seem as if no one was around, but you knew better. With the way everyone had been watching you like a hawk since you stepped inside the campus this morning, the demons interested in your affair with the Prince of the Devildom were present but hiding from plain sight.

“There you are,” Diavolo said, his tone elated and satisfied. He turned to Lucifer and addressed him, “I’ll take it from here. Thank you very much for your assistance, Lucifer.”

“You’re welcome.” Lucifer nodded, shooting an exasperated glance at you and Diavolo. “Seriously, it’s only been a day, and the two of you are already such a handful…”

With a shake of his head, Lucifer left the two of you to your devices and climbed the staircase on the way to the Student Council Room.

As soon as Lucifer was out of sight, Diavolo stepped closer to you and moved to give you the item he was holding. “Here.”

“For me?”

“Yes.”

You outstretched your hands and accepted his gift: a budding Mirage Flower in a little crimson pot with a golden ribbon tied around its center. Colorful iridescent petals glimmered in the most enchanting way you had ever witnessed, and you took a moment to appreciate their beauty. Every time you happened to see this flower, that time when you and the brothers were all worried about a ‘thief’ running around in the Devildom and stealing this plant, valuable and an endangered species, from the Western Forest would pop inside your mind. The ‘thief’ turned out to be Diavolo, who had been sneaking into the forest and moving the flowers to the academy in hopes they could be admired by the denizens in this world better. It had given you and the brothers a shock when you found out, but all in all, it was a funny memory to look back on.

However, as you held the flower pot in your palm, where it fit perfectly, another thought struck you and led you to blurt out, “H-Hold on. Isn’t this illegal?”

Diavolo let out a booming laugh, his head thrown back and his hand over his stomach, neither confirming nor denying your assumption.

“Diavolo…” You twirled the end of the ribbon with your index finger, truly questioning the legality of his gift.

“You forget,” Diavolo said as he smiled mischievously, “that I’m the Prince of the Devildom.”

“Even so. Is it really okay for me to have a Mirage Flower?”

“Of course.” He nodded, a finger reaching out to touch the flower bud gently. “I wanted something unique to be the first flower I would give to you, and I know you’ll take care of it. Besides, you’re a thousand times more special than any Mirage Flower in the Devildom.”

Right. You were supposed to be the future Queen of the Devildom.

It would’ve been such a shame if the Mirage Flower had been plucked and left to wilt in time. This flower was too precious for such treatment. You were grateful for Diavolo’s foresight, preferring to receive such a special flower this way. As you warmed up to his gift, you thought of the spots you could place it in once you arrived home and decided you’d put it on your windowsill and water it as needed. “Thank you. It’s really beautiful. I promise to take very good care of it.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Diavolo said, one of his hands reaching out to stroke your hair and cup your cheek. His golden eyes gazed straight at your own intently, and you couldn’t find it in you to look away.“I’m looking forward to this weekend.”

Confused, you cocked your head to the side, unintentionally leaning into his touch. “Why? What’s going on this weekend?”

Diavolo took your free hand in his and kissed the back of it, his warm lips leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “Our first date.”

Several gasps erupted from the students hiding from various spots around you, and a few loud squeals followed. A camera flashed from a photographer from the RAD Newspaper Club who had stumbled upon the scene by accident, documenting this moment for future reference. At this point, everyone was done trying to conceal their voices, the scene in front of them too interesting to ignore, sparking numerous conversations among them. You overlooked the ruckus, your attention solely focused on the man in front of you, your heart beating like a drum as you smiled shyly.

“I’m looking forward to it, too.”

Notes: As of writing, we have yet to see how Maddi is truly like in canon.

Thank you for reading! This is a work in progress. I’d love to know your thoughts on the story so far if you’re keen on sharing them. (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

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Disobedient

Request: A/B/O dynamic, where omega! reader just agrees to everything her Alpha (Bucky) says, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it is. Arranged marriage set up. Please.... Huge fan of your angsts. (He's embarrassing her on perpose, because he just doesn't like her at all. But omega! reader is just so docile and just won't talk back cuz she's raised like that. I think AU would be better, but I'll let you decide that. Happy ending. You are great. Thank you so much.)

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!(fem) Reader; Alpha!Sam Wilson x Omega!(fem) Reader

Characters: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Peggy, Bruce Banner, George Barnes

Warnings: angst, past abusive relationship, arranged marriage, shitty parents, mentions of divorce and breaking a bond, Sam, and Steve being good alphas, comforting, fluff, language, abusive childhood (mentioned)

A/N: This one took me ages as it was out of my comfort zone to write Bucky as an abusive alpha. Even though the requester wanted a happy ending with Bucky, I just couldn't write the story that way. Sorry.

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Part 1 - Obedient

Around five months later...

“Omega,” Bucky whines, looking at you. He can still see the scars he created with his hands, teeth, and anything he could find all over your body. “I’m so sorry, doll.”

The silence in Steve and Peggy’s guest room is the worst thing Bucky ever experienced; except for the way his friends look at him now. “I promise to do anything to make you feel safe with me. I love you, Y/N.”

“You don’t love me, Mr. Barnes,” your voice cold, gaze unwavering you look up at Bucky. “What you feel is guilt – not as you believe what you did to me was wrong but as your wrongdoings almost killed me.” you shudder when Bucky tries to touch your cheek.

“Why did you never fight me? Why did you simply accept the way I treated you, doll? I asked myself these questions again and again over the last weeks,” Bucky sighs deeply when you slowly get up to look out of the window, ignoring your husband and mate once again.

“My father, he’s a cruel man. Omegas mean nothing but business to him. My mother, my sister, my niece. We are nothing but meat to get sold to the right customer,” you huff. “I got trained to obey. Disobedience meant punishment,” tears spill out of your eyes at the memory of your father’s punishments.

“I’m sorry…”

“Do you know how it felt to present at a rather young age and to realize that your father never loved you? That the world you once knew was nothing but a lie,” sniffling you watch Steve’s dog run after a bird.

You fall silent for a moment, barely realizing Bucky stepped closer. Sorting your thoughts you close your eyes.

“What happened back then, Y/N?” you don’t believe Bucky wants to know what happened but to move on, to leave the life with your father and a husband who never wanted you behind, you need to face your past one last time.

“Why do you want to know about my past? You weren’t interested in me in the present. I bore your behavior thanks to my father’s training. He made me that way,” voice bitter you look over your shoulder. “Any other omega would’ve despaired hearing you moan that woman’s name whilst you used her body.”

“I never saw it from your side, Y/N,” not caring about the sadness in Bucky’s eyes you turn back around. You cross your arms over your chest, looking out of the window again.

“There are ways to end this marriage and our bond,” Bucky panics when you turn around, looking him straight into the eyes. “I kept my promise ‘till death do us apart’, Mr. Barnes. As my heart stopped beating for a few seconds, our marriage can easily be broken, just like our biological bond. Bruce, I mean Dr. Banner told me there are ways to break our bond.”

“You will try to break our bond?” stammering Bucky steps backward. His eyes widen as the realization hits him. “Y/N, you want to leave me?”

“No, I will not try to break our bond – I will break our bond at all cost,” your voice raises and for the first time, Bucky can see the fire in your eyes. “I will rather die than let anyone walk all over me again. Look at Steve and Peggy, they have a bond I always dreamed off. Steve respects his omega.”

“I can give you this too, omega,” Bucky tries to touch your arm, but you slap his hand away. Dr. Maximoff helped you to find the ‘real’ you hidden behind a wall of fear and obedience. She made you see that you are not as broken as you believed you are. “I will do anything.”

“Stop lying,” you scream at the top of your lungs. “You don’t want me, and you don’t love me. All you want is Dot and to bond with her. Let me break our bond or help me breaking it and we both can have a good life.”

“Dot, I’m not sure she still wants me,” grumbling Bucky tries to win you over but there is something in your eyes telling him you’ll never come back to him. “We can try to get happy. Maybe we can find a way?”

“No.” your answer is final. There is no way you’ll ever forgive your father or Bucky for what they did to you. “You wanted to know about my father’s punishment? I’ll tell you a few things. I was fourteen when I presented. I was so young and didn’t know what happened to me. I was confused and asked my father for advice. He slapped my face as I forgot to address him correctly.”

“You didn’t call him alpha,” nodding you give Bucky a sad smile. “Before you presented this didn’t mean anything but the moment you became omega, the hierarchy changed for you.”

“See, that’s what I meant, James. Alphas only see their side. I was a fourteen years old child, James. I didn’t think much of it when I called my father ‘dad’ like I did all my life. His solution was to hurt me instead of telling me all the things I should know about being omega.”

“What do you want me to do? I got raised to become the next leader of my father’s empire. No one asked me what I want to become. I dreamed of a simple life, not being a tool for my father. He forced me into this marriage and a bond I never wanted. I know it’s no excuse, but I never had a chance either,” Bucky plays with his wedding band, glancing at the golden ring around his finger.

“Says the abusive man,” there is no way you’ll let Bucky get away with all the things he did to you. “Hurting me was never part of your father’s plan. We could’ve tried to make the best out of a bad situation. It was you, all of it. Don’t blame your shitty father for your mistakes.” you poke your finger into Bucky’s chest. There is a smirk on your lips when you see the shock on his features.

“She’s right, and you know it,” Sam steps inside the room, not missing Bucky’s angry expression. “Steve said I shall give you an hour, the hour is over, Bucky. You will not find a solution today. I must ask you to go now.”

“She’s still my wife, Wilson,” the alpha grits out. Sam takes a step toward you, ignoring his friend’s angry eyes or the fact Bucky’s hands ball into fists. “I will stay as long as I want to.”

“No, you won’t, my friend. This is still my house and Y/N is done talking to you. She wants Dr. Banner to help her with the papers to break your bond. Peggy will help to file for divorce. This is your final warning, Bucky,” Steve leans in the doorframe, eyes trained on his friend. “It’s over, Buck.”

“I can’t, Stevie. Do you have the slightest idea what Y/N’s and my father will do? They forced us into this marriage for a reason. Even if we file for divorce, they will not give in,” Bucky looks at you, sighing deeply.

“Y/N Barnes was dead for ten seconds and a half,” Bruce steps into the room to stop the alphas from attacking each other. “Law is on our side, Bucky.”

“You don’t get it, Banner!” Bucky spats. “My father gives a shit on law or feelings. He doesn’t care I love Dot and that Y/N deserves better than me. As long as she has my mark on her neck, he’ll not give in.”

“Good thing she will not have it much longer,” Sam interjects. He flanks your side, itching to sling his arm around your shoulders to make you feel safe as so often over the last months. “There are many other alphas out there who will appreciate Y/N and protect her at all cost.”

One week later…

“I prepared the papers, Y/N,” Peggy points toward a manila folder, smiling coyly. “I know this must be though but, Bruce said it’s necessary to file for divorce before you break the bond.”

Glancing at the daisies Sam gave you this morning you smile. He’s the first alpha you feel comfortable around. Steve is a great person too but with Sam, it’s different.

“Sam brought me new daisies this morning,” you giggle, something you haven’t done since you were a teen. “I like him. Do you think it’s too soon to go for a dinner date with him?”

“Y/N,” Peggy jumps up to hug you tightly. She has tears in her eyes when you tell her Steve’s friend asked you out. “I’m so happy for you. Sam is a good man, a good alpha. He’ll treat you right.”

“I know but,” glancing at the daisies again you sigh deeply, “Bucky needs to sign the papers and agree to break our bond before Bruce can help me. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to drag Sam into all of this. Sam deserves better.”

“Sam deserves someone who loves him, just like you, Y/N. No one knows Sam Wilson better than me and Steve. I can tell you that he’s enchanted by you,” Peggy squeezes your hand, giving you a soft smile. “He’s a soft teddy bear if you are afraid he could hurt you.”

“No,” shaking your head violently you grasp for Peggy’s hand. “I know Sam is a good man and that he’ll never hurt me, Peggy. I just don’t want Sam to get hurt or worse. Bucky’s father and mine are dangerous men.”

“Bucky agreed to break the bond,” dropping the folder you look at Peggy, bewildered by her words. “Steve, he talked to him over the last days. James regrets all the awful things he did to you and tries to make things up to you.”

Meanwhile at George Barnes’ office…

“I don’t care, father,” Bucky yells. “You don’t know all the things I did to Y/N as you forced me into this marriage. No.” running his hand down his face Bucky grunts. “What I did to Y/N was my fault. This ends today. We will file for divorce, break the bond, and try to find a way to forget about all the shit our fathers did to us.”

“Buck,” Steve tries to calm his angry friend, “you need to calm down. Your father can’t do anything. I am the most powerful man in town now,” smirking Steve steps closer to his friend.

“You will not break your bond with that omega,” George Barnes slams his fist onto the desk. “This is my last word, Steven Grant Rogers!”

“My father didn’t raise a coward, Mr. Barnes. I gave in when I talked to Y/N’s father out of respect and due to the law but,” Steve gets a gun out to place it onto George’s desk, “I will not back down this time. Set Bucky and Y/N free and tell her father to do the same or you’ll feel my wrath!”

Three months later…

Watching the news, you grasp for Sam’s hand. The reporters run after your father and the cops arresting him.

“How did they get to know he sells drugs? I didn’t think he would do such a thing.”

“Steve and Bucky faked the evidence,” Sam brings you into his arms to let you scent him. His warmth surrounds you and for the first time since you presented, you lean into an alpha's touch. “I know you cannot forgive your former mate, but he does everything to protect you.”

“I’m grateful Bucky tries to change his way, but I can’t forget how he treated me to feel better. Maybe one day, I can forgive him, just not now,” smiling Sam watches you snuggle into his chest. “I wish we meet before all of this happened.”

“I wish so too, my daisy,” you giggle at the pet name Sam gave you. “No matter what, I’ll try to be the best alpha for you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Sam,” he carefully brushes his lips over yours. “I want you to be my alpha. There is nothing I want more.”

“I promise to make you my omega when you are ready. I want to wear your mark too,” Sam pecks your lips, smiling as you return the kiss eagerly.

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