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twst-bs · 3 years ago

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TWST Dorm Leaders and an Anxious MC

This is the first piece of written specifically for this blog!

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Riddle: Had they broken a rule?

Even if Riddle had improved by leaps and bounds in the anger management department, he still held his rules in high regard. And the way his brows furrowed when he looked at them from across the table, was he angry about something? He couldn’t exactly punish them - they had no magic to lock away, and they were a dorm leader in their own right, so he didn’t have any right to discipline them, but what if they had done something on a personal level? Offended him in some way? They had barely mastered social cues in their own world, what if they messed up in Twisted Wonderland? What if -

...Riddle had said something, and was clearly waiting for a reply. In their internal panic, they had missed whatever it was.

“I-I’m sorry, Riddle, I was kind of zoning out. What did you say?” Were there rules against zoning out? Probably, that seemed like something that would annoy him.

“I asked if you were alright.”

“...Huh?”

Riddle set down his tea cup - it was a pretty, delicate little thing, gilded gold along the edges and handle, with roses painted beneath the rim. His mother would be mortified if she knew he was drinking strawberry milk tea with an ungodly amount of sugar out of it, Riddle had once said with a small, almost sheepish smile. That same mouth was now downturned as he regarded them with concern in his wide gray eyes.

“You seemed to be under a lot of stress lately,” he spoke slowly, like they were a frightened animal. Maybe they were. “Is everything alright? Are you sleeping well?”

They weren’t, but that was more of a side effect of their stress than the cause of it. They idly tapped their fingers against their own tea cup, a matching one to Riddle’s. They had been drinking lavender tea in an effort to calm their nerves, but it clearly hadn’t worked.

“I’m fine, promise,” they grinned, hoping it looked convincing.

By the way Riddle’s face scrunched up, it did not.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I know I’m not the best at handling emotions, but if I can help in any way…” Riddle trailed off, looking embarrassed.

They felt their stomach twist in horror. These little tea parties were the highlight of their week, a little moment of reprieve for the both of them to just relax and enjoy each other’s company. And they had gone and ruined it because they couldn’t figure out how to human properly.

“I’m sorry!” they burst out. “I’ve been so anxious lately, and I haven’t been able to sleep, and I’m worried about my grades slipping because I don’t know the first thing about magic and -”

They didn’t even notice they were starting to spiral until Riddle had reached across the table and grasped onto their hand. Their chest was heaving with barely-contained sobs, and they weren’t sure if the trembling they felt in their hands was theirs or Riddle’s.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured. “Deep breaths, now.”

He was parroting what Trey would tell him to help him calm down, they knew, but it was good advice. They knew that he had talked Riddle down from many an anxiety attack before, but the fact that Riddle, someone who suffered from severe mental health problems, was the one calming them down made something sour begin climbing up their throat.

“I-I’m making everything worse…” they mumbled, squeezing Riddle’s hand tighter. “I should be able to handle this without freaking out, but…”

Riddle reached out and brushed away a tear they didn’t know had fallen away with the back of his knuckle. “I know better than anyone how it feels to be under pressure.” he sighed. “Please, don’t think you have to deal with all of this stress on your own.”

Leona: “Will you sit still for five minutes?”

They hadn’t thought they had been making that much noise. Certainly not enough to wake Leona up from his nap, that was damn near impossible. So either the floorboards in Ramshackle dorm were worse than they thought, or Leona hadn’t actually been sleeping.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, staring down at the worksheet in front of them. They had been trying to finish this homework for hours, and the incantations were starting to blur together. What language were these even written in? Were they in the demonic section or nature section?

Leona sat up from where he had unceremoniously plopped himself on their bed. “You’re fidgeting like a rabbit, herbivore.”

“So you weren’t sleeping after all.”

“Hard to sleep when I can practically smell your anxiety.”

“Then go sleep somewhere else.”

Leona clicked his tongue, sounding annoyed, but they both knew he secretly enjoyed it when they got snappy with him. Not a whole lot of people had the guts to give him sass, and he liked having someone to verbally spar with. “And miss watching you squirm?”

“I’m not squirming.” they bit back.

“So that chair squeaking was just the ghosts, then?”

“Maybe.”

They could practically hear Leona roll his eyes, but they still didn’t take their eyes off of their textbook.

“Staring a hole into the page isn’t going to solve the equation.”

“How do you know?”

“Shut up and get over here.”

That made them look up. Leona had stood up, motioning them over with a tilt of his head. “You’re taking a break.”

“But -”

“You’re. Taking. A. Break.” he punctuated his words by grabbing the back of their desk chair and pulling. Just enough to jolt them, they could tell by the way the chair stopped that he was purposely holding it steady. Even so, they couldn’t help the small noise of surprise they made.

“Leona, I have to finish this!”

“You’ve been staring at the same page since I got here, you aren’t finishing anything.”

Subconsciously, they knew that taking a break would probably be good for them. But the part of their brain that was panicking about failing was telling them that if they took a break they were essentially giving up. And giving up wasn’t an option.

“Herbivore.”

The soft growl in Leona’s voice snapped them out of their thoughts. Leona had gone back over to the bed, flopped onto his back with his arms splayed out. To anyone else, it looked like he was just lazing about, but they had been with him long enough to realize that this particular position was an invitation.

It was then that they realized just how sore their neck and back were from being hunched over their desk. And how badly their eyes were burning from staring at the miniscule writing in their textbook. And how their legs and arms were one wrong move away from cramping because of how tense they had been.

...Okay, yeah, maybe a cuddle break was in order.

Leona grunted when they plopped on top of him, face buried in the crook on his neck. “Shit, herbivore, that hurt.”

“Suck it up.” they muttered, internally melting a little when he brought his arms up to wrap around them.

“Tch,” again, he sounded annoyed, but they knew better. “Learn to take better care of yourself.”

Azul: There was so much stuff to do.

Even if Crowley made sure they didn’t have to worry about money, a lot of the responsibilities of dorm upkeep still fell on them. They had to buy groceries, clean the whole dorm, make sure the place didn’t fall apart, follow Grimm around and make sure he hadn’t scorched any curtains...and that was all after they had done the assigned homework.

All things considered, they did a pretty good job, but sometimes they laid awake at night thinking of all of the things that needed to be done. Which left them in a less-than-ideal state for class the next day.

Gr-gr-grmmble…

They winced, hoping no one heard that. They had slept soundly through their alarm this morning, to the point where Grimm had to slap them awake, and therefore didn’t have time to snag breakfast. And it was really hard to focus on Trein’s droning lecture when they were both hungry and sleep-deprived.

Ace looked at them out of the corner of his eye with a raised eyebrow, but thankfully didn’t say anything. It might have been because the last time they got busted talking in class the spiel from Trein had been worse than if Riddle had just collared them, but still.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Trein dismissed the class. They still had Alchemy before they could go grab lunch, and even though mixing potentially explosive potions in their current state seemed like a terrible idea, Grimm skipped class enough. They didn’t need to add to his track record. So, feeling distinctly zombie-like, they made their way through the halls towards the alchemy lab.

Maybe they could dash by Sam’s shop really quick and grab a protein bar just to hold them over? No, Trein had yammered on until the last possible second, and they only had a few minutes before their next class started. There was no time. Maybe -

“Oof!”

“Whoa!”

Well, that’s what they got for not watching where they were going. Their books clattered to the ground as they ran headfirst into someone.

“Ah, damn, I’m sorry,” they bent down to pick up their books. Now they really were going to be late.

“Are you alright?” they looked up to see Azul stooping down to help them. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m fine!” they grinned sheepishly. “Just wasn’t paying attention, is all.”

Azul frowned, picking up their Alchemy textbook before straightening. “You look exhausted. Another rough night?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Pale blue eyes widened and Azul flushed red. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” he stammered, “I just - I merely - “ he cleared his throat, quickly recomposing his gentlemanly demeanor. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

“Relax, Azul,” they laughed, standing up from their crouched position. “I was just teasing you.”

“Must you do that in public?”

“Are you saying you like it when I tease you in private?”

“That is not what I said.”

They laughed again, reaching for their books, but Azul held them out of reach. “Hey, come on,” they pouted. “I’m going to be late.”

“Seriously, are you alright? You look kind of pale.”

They sighed. “I didn’t sleep very well last night, and then overslept this morning, so I haven’t eaten anything. Happy now?”

“Not really, no.” Azul frowned. “Come on, I’ll treat you to lunch at the lounge.”

“But I have class.”

Azul kept walking, and they had no choice but to follow considering he still had most of their books. “I’m sure Crewel will understand if you miss one class. You have an otherwise perfect track record.”

“How do you know that?” they asked. “We don’t have any classes together.”

“I have my ways.” Azul smiled cryptically at them.

“Which one of them was it?”

“Jade.”

“Knew it.”

Kalim: “...and then, there was this one time, the baby elephants broke out of their cages…”

They wanted to pay attention, they really did. Kalim was a great story-teller, even if he was a bit all over the place. And stories from a magical noble family, no matter how mundane to Kalim, were always fascinating. They could sit here and listen for hours.

Well, usually, anyway.

Nothing in particular was wrong, really. They had just woken up feeling off. It could have been anything. They could have had a weird dream, they could have forgotten something minor, the planets could be slightly unaligned, it didn’t matter. It was just an off day, and they were feeling it.

“...hello? You still in there?”

They nearly hit the ceiling when Kalim snapped his fingers in front of their face. Where they had been sitting there being anxious about trying to figure out what was making them anxious, Kalim had crawled across the floor where the two of them had been having lunch in his room. He had wanted to have a picnic on the flying carpet, but Jamil had put his foot down. Literally, he had stood on the carpet so Kalim couldn’t ride it.

“Sorry!” they yelped, almost knocking their tea over as they were forcibly brought back into the present.

“You looked kinda worried there,” Kalim frowned, quite an unusual look for him. “Everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” they looked down at their lap and bit their lip to stifle a gasp. While they had been worrying, they had subconsciously been picking at the skin around their fingernails. There were a couple tiny drops of blood beading up around their nail beds. Maybe Kalim wouldn’t notice?

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

Damn.

Kalim’s expressive, ruby-red eyes went wide and he lunged forward to grab their hands. “When did that happen? How did that happen? Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

“Kalim, I’m fine, there's barely any blood.” they sighed, gently prying their hands away from him. “I do that a lot.”

“You just randomly start bleeding?!”

“No, Kalim,” they laughed softly, shaking their head. “I pick at my nails when I get anxious.”

Kalim pouted, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “You’re anxious? Why are you anxious? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, it isn’t you, I promise!” they idly swiped at their nails. The places they had picked open had already closed. “It’s just...it’s a thing. I just have anxiety in general, is all.”

Frowning, Kalim sat back down in his original spot. “Isn’t there a way to fix that?”

“There’s a few ways, but none of them are quick.” they shrugged. “I was doing better, but suddenly coming here brought back a lot of my old habits.”

“Hm…” Kalim stared at them intently before the apparent storm passed and he brightened up again. “Well, we’ll just have to get you new habits to replace the old ones!”

“I...don’t think that’s quite how that works…”

“Here!” Kalim reached down and took a bangle off of his wrist. It was gold, with an elephant charm hanging off of it. With a big, eye-closing grin, he handed it to them. “When I was little, I used to get scolded for squirming a lot, so my mom told me to play with a small toy instead of running around. I know it’s a bit different, but maybe, instead of picking at your fingers, you can play with the charm instead? Would that help?”

For a moment, they were quiet, just staring at the shiny gold bracelet in their hand. Then, a small smile split across their face. “Yeah, I think it’ll help.”

Vil: “You haven’t been sleeping.”

“Hello to you too, Vil.” they sighed, flopping unceremoniously onto the stone bench beside him. Usually they at least tried to hold themselves to a higher standard when they were with the Vil Schoenheit, but they just didn’t have the energy. “How could you tell I haven’t been sleeping?”

“Unless the undead look is a new fashion trend, but bags under your eyes are very telling.” he reached over to tuck their hair behind their ear, both in an affectionate gesture and to get it out of the way so he could assess them better. “You’re also breaking out. Are you stressed?”

“Isn’t everybody stressed?”

“Don’t get existential, just answer the question.”

They huffed, letting their head rest on the hand that was still at their ear. “Yes, okay, I’m stressed, happy?”

Students were watching the two of them on their way through the gardens, but Vil paid them no mind. He had plenty of practice at ignoring the masses. “We’ve discussed this, haven’t we? Mental health is just as important as physical health.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” they closed their eyes, unable to look at him.

“I didn’t mean that to be scolding,” this time, Vil sighed. “Just a reminder that you need to take care of yourself. Maybe a spa day is in order.”

That did sound nice. “Can we do hair masks?”

“Of course, my dear.”

Idia: “Big Brother, you have a guest!”

Idia fought the urge to groan when Ortho popped his head into the room. Why did people always have to bother him on raid night?

Just as he was about to tell Ortho to send whoever it was away, a second head appeared.

“Hey, Idia.” the Ramshackle prefect sounded drained, enough to make him type a quick “AFK” into the chat and turn to them.

“Everything...alright?”

They stepped fully into the room, returning Ortho’s cheerful wave before closing the door and collapsing face-first onto Idia’s bed. “There’s too many people out there.”

“Mood.”

“And they all want me to do stuff for them.”

“Also mood.”

“So can I hide in here for a little? Please?” they turned their head to look at him with pleading eyes. “I’ll be quiet, I know it’s raid night.”

Idia turned to glance at the screen. The team he had gotten saddled with this time around was garbo - three tanks and no healer, honestly - so he was fairly confident they weren’t finishing the dungeon. Shaking his head, he clicked a few buttons and the screen returned to his desktop.

“Bunch of losers anyway,” he mumbled, getting up from his chair. “Wanna play something else?”

“Can we play Skull Girls?”

A few moments later, they were sitting side-by-side on the bed with the opening for the game playing on one of Idia’s monitors

This was what they needed. No people besides the two of them, no lazy Headmasters asking them to take care of problems way beyond their physical and emotional capacity, no chaotic cats threatening to light everything on fire. Just a nice little break.

Slowly, careful, so as not to startle him, they leaned over until their head was resting on his shoulder. He tensed, but his hair didn’t turn red, so they counted that as progress.

“Thanks, Idia.”

“N-N-No problem.”

Malleus: Okay, so this probably hadn’t been one of their better ideas.

Sleep just wasn’t happening tonight. All of the things they had to worry about kept running through their head, and every time they thought they were about to drop off, something else popped up. Eventually, they had given up and decided to take a walk.

Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how cold it could get at night. Even with the jacket they had pulled on over their pajamas, they were shivering.

“You’re up late.”

The deep voice startled them, but they managed to compose themselves before turning around. “So are you, Tsunotarou.”

Malleus Draconia smiled softly at the nickname, looking absolutely ethereal with the small green lights flitting around him. “It’s dangerous to be out alone at night, Child of Man.”

“The gargoyles will protect me.” they said cheekily. Malleus chuckled.

“And what of me?” he asked. “Do I not get the honor of protecting you?”

“You can fight the gargoyles for the honor.”

Again, Malleus laughed, before noticing the subtle tremors that wracked the human’s body. “You’re cold.”

“This wasn’t my best-laid plan.” they sighed, tugging their jacket closer to their body. “I always forget how cold it is at night.”

Malleus hummed before opening his arms. “Come here, then. I’ll keep you warm.”

They hesitated for a moment before stepping into his embrace, sighing as his body heat seeped into their being. “Wow, you really are warm.”

“Dragons run hotter than humans,” he explained, tugging their head beneath his chin. “It’s why I have no trouble roaming around at night.”

“Lucky.”

“Well,” he murmured. “I’ll simply have to accompany you on your nighttime adventures to keep you warm.”

#twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleos

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theblackrivergame · 3 years ago

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hi ^^

i found your game yesterday and have been playing the demo, im really liking it so far but i have a few questions.

ive been playing with all the hints and everything on and a few things caught my attention

(i haven't finished the demo yet so maybe some of the questions get answered in the part i haven't read yet. feel free to ignore if thats the case 😅)

1. when you first meet soillere and ask him questions, there's this option that gives +1 to his 'ascension' stat. what is the ascension stat? what does it mean/do?

2. is there a way to check your relationship with the characters? there have been several chances to increase or decrease the relationship and i like keeping check of how everyone feels about the MC, so i was wondering if that is already in the demo or will be added eventually? (or not)

3. what are all the different familiars you can get if you play as Lamerran?

thank you!

Hi, thank you for your message!

Some of these have some spoilers of various levels in their answers, so I'll give a brief explanation first and then go a bit more in-depth under a cut so that people can avoid spoilers if they prefer.

1. each of the characters has a secondary stat that helps govern their behaviour and some of their decision-making. These can be raised or lowered completely separately to their base approval stat, though in some cases things like being cruel to the character might lower a Trust stat as well as their approval, for example.

2. If you click on the link marked "Character" at the bottom of the UI, it will take you to a page where you can view various stats regarding your character; as you progress through the game, your pc will write down some thoughts regarding each of the characters you've encountered. It doesn't open up properly until partway through the chapter, though, so you might need to play a little longer to reach it. Currently this - a text-based summary - will be the only way to really check on your relationships with the characters (other than how they behave towards you in the game at least), as I don't plan to display a numerical measurement of peoples' relationships.

I know some games do that, and some players like it as a system, but I just personally don't feel that it fits very well with the game's mood and tone. Being able to use the hints to see which choices raise and lower certain things should at least give an idea of which direction you're heading in, hopefully.

3. This is an exciting question! I've been hoping someone would ask haha.

The non-spoilery answer is that your soul-familiar is determined at least in part by your faction (which god you choose to follow, or whichever one is randomly selected if you choose to have amnesia). Because lamerran soul-familiars often reflect aspects of their partner's personality, members of each of the four churches almost always have a familiar that reflects the symbolism of their gods.

Your soul-familiar will be determined outright in the next chapter when you select a class (there's a different one each for magic users, ranged fighters and melee fighters), if you don't have amnesia. (It's a Bit more complicated if you do.)

More spoilery answers below here!

Regarding the Ascension stat in specific, it's a stat that all four of the main ghost characters (Soillere, Barthelemy, Bettina and Gervaise) each have, that governs in general how each of them feels about moving on to their next lives to reincarnate. You can raise or lower this stat without any real correlation with approval in most cases (although again something like being cruel isn't likely to make them feel At Peace); it's more closely related to the PC's faith than whether or not they're good friends with the characters in question.

At the start of the game, Soillere, Barthelemy and Bettina's Ascension stats all begin quite low (functional 0), whereas Gervaise's is sort of... middling. Obviously if you're looking to pursue a relationship with any of the three ROs involved, you might want to consider which options you think are best, but the whole thing will obviously become more complex and nuanced as I write more of the game.

As for the soul-familiars, the full list is here:

The Hallowed Heart

magic user: turtle dove

ranged fighter: kangaroo

melee fighter: ram

The Spectral Court

magic user: owl

ranged fighter: wolverine

melee fighter: stag

The Judiciary

magic user: blue kingfisher

ranged fighter: giant river otter

melee fighter: tiger

The Gatherers

magic user: raven

ranged fighter: dog (a Romanian Raven Shepard Dog, to be exact)

melee fighter: black bear

Thank you again for your ask! I hope that all this helped to answer your questions!

#ask #anon #the black river if #black river spoilers #ro: soillere dujardin #ro: barthelemy l'olonnais #ro: gervaise suvillier #Lore #lamerran lore #long post.

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juminsmysticmc · 4 years ago

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so i’ve been ghosted from one of my closest friends and could you maybe make the mc lose confidence afterwards and have more and more panic attacks because like everything seems to stress her out? if you’re okay with that i’d love to see that with all of the RFA + the trio! either way i hope you’re doing good and life’s not too hard! i love your hc‘s so so much and honestly they’re somehow my safespace! <333

RFA + Minor Trio getting ghosted by a close friend and feeling very bad because of that

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Panic Attacks, Fears, sensitive content

Hello baby! Thanks for your request, we already talked about this privately and I will say it again but when I actually read the request, I kind of felt ,,happy’’ that I wasn’t the only one. I always thought ( and I still believe ) that as soon as I lose a loved person it’s only me who is in pain and misses them. I hope my writings can stay being your safe space for you and everyone, I will be always here to listen to you, I mean it. Love you! PS. These scenarios are all based on true stories and Mc is me and how I reacted.

Jumin

Your husband kept observing you.

This morning everything was alright, but suddenly you were odd, as if something switched in your head, you became distant. Your fingers didn’t stop typing on your phone screen and you seemed to tremble.

However, he didn’t want to get in your way. Maybe you were doing something important.

He reacted when you suddenly got up and walked to your shared bedroom without saying a word.

Jumin pressed his lips together and decided to just follow you.

He was happy that he did what he felt like he needed to do, because you were currently on your bed crying.

Maybe even hyperventilating or panicking.

Jumin didn’t really know. All he knew was that you were in pain and that he had to help you.

And so, your husband quickly went to the kitchen and took a bag, immediately bringing it to you to make sure that you could breathe into it.

,,Ahhhh,’’ you gasped and cried. Jumin felt so helpless as he saw your eyes turn red and teary.

He never stopped stroking your back as he observed you with sad eyes.

It took you quite a while to get better and be able to breathe again.

,,Mc,’’ he whispered. You were still hiccuping, but at least you were breathing again.

,,Sorry,’’ you whimpered.

,,I thought… I had the feeling that the air would cut my throat and I couldn’t breathe,’’ you explained.

,,Aish, what’s wrong…?’’ you asked yourself.

,,Want to tell me?’’ he asked you and tilted his head to be able to look at you and look into your eyes.

,,I- I don’t know why… but my childhood friend…’’ you began to hiccup again.

,,Everything is spinning… ahhh, Jumin, she suddenly began to ignore me, not answer my texts, and block me from social media as if she never knew me!’’ you cried.

Your tears didn’t want to stop anymore.

Jumin pulled you into his arms and hugged you with all his love.

,,I… I had such a great time lately and now my whole world is falling apart… I’m so so sad… I helped her so much. Why is she doing this? She said that she wasn’t the kind of friend to just let go of me, Jumin, why?’’ you kept crying.

Jumin wished that he could help you. However, he had no idea.

,,Sometimes,’’ he whispered, ,,people just have a hard time… and then they just do this. She had her reasons and she doesn’t know that she’s hurting you that much… I know it’s hard, but try to let go… and one day I’m sure she will tell you why…’’ Jumin whispered and stroked your head.

,,I know it’s hard, but you don’t need her. You have me… I will be your rock, your husband, and your best friend…’’ he consoled you, hugging you again.

Zen

,,She’s odd somehow,’’ you told Zen as you guys came back from a family gathering.

Your boyfriend, who was currently chewing on his gum, looked at you.

He knew who you meant because he saw how your cousin behaved.

He saw how she ignored you, how she looked away, and acted as if there was nothing to talk about with you, even though you two always talked about God and the world.

,,I… I don’t know… I can’t handle losing someone again…’’ you mumbled.

He knew that you lost a lot of friends in the last few months. You went through a lot and Zen tried his best to support you.

You suddenly teared up and began to distract yourself, using your nail to pinch your fingers.

Zen of course saw what you were doing and quickly took your hand. ,,Don’t, Mc…’’ he begged you in a whisper to stop.

You pulled out your phone and read your messages. ,,I don’t… I don’t understand…’’ your voice began to tremble and Zen felt nervous.

He was scared that this would drag you down again. He never wanted to see your sad face again.

,,We just talked about… about BTS this morning and… we talked about idols dating… this morning!’’ you hiccuped.

,,Mc… maybe she had a bad day?’’ he asked you.

You wet your lips with your tongue and shook your head.

,,No, she is ignoring me. She’s putting a wall between us…’’ you ironically laughed.

Ever since then, you never chatted with her again.

However, the next family gathering soon approached.

As soon as you saw her coming in with two of your other cousins who ignored you, a panic attack came over you.

,,Hyun,’’ you whispered, making Zen look at you. He could see that you were close to crying.

,,Don’t, Princess, you’re too beautiful,’’ he whispered, trying to help you to calm down.

Luckily, everyone was still greeting everyone so no one saw that you were currently having a panic attack. Well, no one except your mother and aunt who dragged you and Zen to the nearest toilet.

Zen observed you as your mother stroked your arm and your aunt made you open your mouth to give you some medicine to calm down.

,,What’s wrong?’’ they finally asked you. You were still trying to hold your tears.

,,Mc, do you want to walk a bit with me?’’ he asked you, knowing that you just wanted to go out of the room as soon as possible.

And indeed, you accepted his offer.

As soon as you were outside, Zen began to sing a song that you knew better than anyone else ,,We woke up to a bad dream A world full of uncertainty But mirror, mirror I see you, and all your hopes and fears I'm a stay by your side So baby let me dry your tears I know that it feels like The world is falling down And you can't make it through There's gon' be better days, better days, better days Better days, better days, better days….’’

,,Hyun… that’s my favorite song from SuperM,’’ you smiled emotionally.

,,I know better days…’’ he said, naming the title. ,,Let her be. She never deserved you. I know that it hurts, but why hold onto someone who behaves that way? Better days will come. I’m sure it hurts now, but it will be better. I will stay by your side, okay? So please don’t be sad and cut them out of your life if they’re toxic. You deserve so much better,’’ he whispered and stroked your hair.

You nodded. By now you didn’t have the feeling of tears coming up anymore.

Yoosung

,,It just feels… off,’’ you whispered.

Yoosung sat on the couch next to you and he watched you as you looked past him.

,,I… I don’t… I have no one,’’ you mumbled. Yoosung noticed that you were tearing up.

He moved closer to take your hand.

,,Do… you, do you know this feeling when you find something… for example on TikTok and you want to send it a friend, but you notice that… it’s off between you and this other person and so you end up realizing how lonely you are and that there is no one anymore…’’ you asked him.

Yoosung looked at you with a sad face.

Your tears were falling down and a sob left your mouth.

,,I’m… I’m scared. Is this my fault?’’ you asked him.

Yoosung wasn’t quick enough to tell you that you weren’t at fault because you were a wonderful person, but you were quicker than him.

,,Maybe I’m not the victim… maybe I’m the toxic person,’’ you gasped and looked at him.

Yoosung never saw so much fear in your eyes than in that instant.

,,Maybe… you will leave me too? You will leave me alone and then… then I will stay here, alone… how will I go on with my life?’’ you asked him and sobbed into your hands.

,,Mc…’’ Yoosung whined. He moved even closer and finally touched your arm, stoking your cold skin.

,,I will never leave you, okay? Trust me. I love you and… you aren’t the toxic one. I’ve been by your side this whole time. Your friends just cut you out and that wasn’t fair!’’ he defended you.

You looked up, your eyes red, your tears wetting your cheeks, and your lower lip trembling.

Yoosung stroked your cheek with his hand, feeling that you were warm.

,,Please don’t worry…’’ he begged you.

,,How can I, Yoosung…’’ you hiccuped.

Suddenly, you had the feeling that air was missing.

You began to shiver and felt so cold and hot at the same time.

,,How can I if everyone I love is turning their backs on me?! They’re all leaving me! As if… as if I never meant anything to them! I was the one who always supported them! Maybe it was too much, maybe I am really the one who annoys them, if not, Yoosung, why is there no friendship that goes longer than half a year?!’’ you asked him.

,,You have me. We’ve been married for seven years now,’’ he told you.

,,Mc, they don’t last long because they just aren’t the right people for you. They just used you, but real friends are coming,’’ he smiled sadly.

,,Well, no, actually you have the RFA and me, your hubby!’’ he smiled.

The truth was that Yoosung, even though he felt sad for you, also felt angry because your ,,friends’’ were hurting you.

,,Thank you, Yoosung,’’ you choked and hugged him, putting your face on his chest.

Yoosung kept stroking your back until you felt better and you knew that with him you were safe…

Jaehee

This morning, when you were about to meet a friend, you looked totally happy.

You were baking a cake and preparing your bag.

So how could that beautiful day for you change so much?

Jaehee always wondered why some people were so mean to you when were a wonderful person…

She observed you as you angrily unpacked your stuff and put took the cake out of the box you wanted to take with you.

,,Are you okay, Mc?’’ she asked you, concerned.

You hardly slapped your palm on the table and turned around.

,,NO!’’ you hissed.

Jaehee flinched at your sudden yell.

,,I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE CAN BE LIKE THAT!’’ you screamed.

,,Mc…’’ Jaehee tried to calm you down.

,,First, I got asked to come, I was almost taking my bus, and I would have been on my way for three hours! Then suddenly, they just canceled a meeting we planned for two months?! And when I tell them that I’m hurt and ask them if they even want me to come, they just push me away?!

Am I some dirty toy?! Jaehee! Explain this to me please, cause I have a feeling that the world is joking with me!’’ you hissed louder.

,,Mc, please stop yelling,’’ she first said to try to calm you down.

You took a deep breath and looked at her. ,,You’re right. I’m sorry, Jaehee,’’ you apologized and suddenly the tears that were being held back by your anger finally came out.

You let your body fall into the chair behind you and burrowed your face into your palms, your elbow on the table supporting your body.

,,I… I really don’t get it… Why do things like this always happen to me?’’ you asked her.

Your girlfriend approached you and rubbed your back.

,,Mc, please don’t… don’t feel bad…’’ she begged you, actually tearing up too.

,,I… I thought that I found a new friend and suddenly they behave like this and now they don’t even respond anymore. Am I really that easy to play with?’’ you asked her and looked at her.

Jaehee felt a sharp pain in her heart when she saw you.

She quickly hugged you and rubbed your back.

,,I’m scared,’’ you cried.

,,What if I’ll never be able to be stable enough to hold a friendship for more than half a year? I’m even scared to bond with people… I should stay alone!’’ you whined louder.

,,Jaehee, back then, at school, I never had friends! I always stayed at home! I never talked to them and there I also felt bad and lonely, but right now I feel worse! I know the feeling of having friends now. I know how it feels like to go out in a group, to share a hobby, and suddenly, just when I get used to that feeling, they let go of me! What did I do wrong?!’’ you asked her, not able to calm down.

,,Mc… please, don't say that. You have me… I can be your girlfriend and your best friend. You don’t need to worry,’’ she whispered, by now her voice trembling with you.

,,I… I’m scared that you will leave me too… What if you leave me? What if you think of me as an annoying girlfriend? I… I don’t want to feel that way… I want to be happy. I’m tired of these panic attacks, I’m tired of these feelings of fear, of my heart beating like crazy, of my head feeling lightheaded, and I just want to smile! I want to be happy!’’ you sobbed.

,,You will! Soon, you will,’’ Jaehee said, crying with you by now.

,,You will find your true friends, and until that day comes, Mc, I will stay by your side, so don’t stress yourself out. I will stay here and I will never leave you. I love you and this love will never ever fade away!’’ she assured you, making you feel better.

Saeyoung

Your fiancé observed you as you checked your phone for the sixth time in a row.

Apparently you were waiting for a message.

,,Mc, can I help you?’’ he asked you, meaning to hack into that person’s phone.

You looked up from your phone and by now he noticed that you were crying.

He quickly got up and approached you.

,,It’s okay,’’ you assured him, also acquiring his brother’s attention.

,,I mean, I’m used to cutting contact, I’ve just never had people do it so suddenly… I’ll be fine again in no time!’’ you smiled.

However, this was one of your biggest lies.

Back then, Saeyoung didn’t want to stress you out, so after you stopped crying and calmed down, he went back to his place.

Days passed and Saeyoung noticed that nothing was working out for you.

You were sad, there were songs on your playlist you simply skipped because you suddenly hated them, even through you once loved them.

Saeyoung noticed that it was time to talk to you about it when he heard you sniffle while watching a video.

,,What happened? Do you wanna tell me?’’ he asked you and stroked your back.

Usually he would make fun of your red eyes or your voice, but he knew if he was to joke right now, you would break in front of his eyes.

,,I wish I could respond to this,’’ you said as you looked into his eyes.

,,My friends began to ignore me from one social media to another, blocking me from Discord, Instagram, and Facebook,’’ you said.

,,I don’t recall having done something to them. I didn’t say anything hurtful either… I just… maybe I was just annoying and they wanted to get rid of me?’’ you asked him.

Saeyoung couldn’t believe what you were telling him.

,,Mc, we both know that isn’t true…’’ he mumbled.

You sighed as more tears left your eyes.

It feels so weird. Usually we would have a phone call at this hour, but right now… I’m just lonely. I’m… it’s just me…’’ you responded.

Saeyoung hugged you tightly and stroked your head. In the same moment, he heard you crying even louder.

,,I’m just… so scared that in the future I will stay all alone… I don’t want to miss them if they can cut me out so well… Why is that? Why do I feel like this? Vulnerable, lonely, I hate these feelings!’’ you whined.

Saeyoung kept holding you and patting your head while he encouraged you. ,,Just be happy and show them that you can go on without them and that you don’t need them,’’ he told you.

You nodded. ,,I’ll need time,’’

,,Of course,’’ he agreed and pushed you away to look into your eyes.

,,You will feel like this for a long time. Tomorrow will be the same, but maybe next week you will realize how happy you are now without them and that they were just toxic,’’ he smiled.

,,You are strong, I’m here, Saeran and the RFA are here. Why do you need two more friends who don’t know about our mess?’’ he asked you and made you laugh.

,,Come on, let’s eat ice cream with Saeran. He’s worried too,’’ he smiled and helped you get up.

Saeran

Your boyfriend observed you as you sat on the opposite chair at the table.

You were totally dull. The favorite food he cooked for you to make you feel better didn’t help either as you poked into your noodles.

,,Mc,’’ he spoke up, making you look up.

Once again, your lips were trembling. You were sad and he could see it in your teary eyes.

Even though you were going through a hard time, you managed to stay strong and not cry in front of him.

,,I know that it’s painful, but I’m here for you,’’ he told you with a smile.

You just nodded. ,,Who knows for how long…’’ you laughed and kept poking your food.

,,What do you mean?’’ he asked you and observed you. You finally let go of the tears.

,,Who knows how long you will stay here with me! I mean, if they can manage to leave me, why should you stay? You… you will ignore me soon too!’’ you snapped, letting go of your fork.

You grabbed your shirt with your right hand as you pressed the material between your fingers.

By now you were sobbing and breathing hastily.

Saeran understood immediately that you were having a panic attack and he didn’t want you to go through this pain for anything in the world.

,,Breathe. Try to breathe, Mc. I’m here, I promise. Nothing will happen to you if I’m here,’’ he whispered and approached you, pressing on your hand as you tried to stay calm.

Your tears made your vision blurry. You had the feeling that you were dying, that the world around you was crashing down, and no one loved you. You felt that everyone would leave you at some point without telling you why.

Later, when you managed to calm down. You and Saeran sat together on the soft couch with a blanket over your legs as he stroked your arm.

The music box you bought last week was playing. ,,She is in the rain’’ by The Rose, a Kpop band that was helping you manage all the negative feelings lately.

,,I’m scared that if I find new friends, they will leave me too, so I thought it would be better to not bond,’’ you said.

Saeran nodded. ,,That sounds plausible. I would react like that too, but it won’t work,’’ he told you as he looked at you.

We all need people, friends who love and support us. For now, you think you don’t need anyone, but imagine you see something funny and take a screenshot to send it to someone. You can just delete it, but those are the times you realize how lonely you are and I don’t want you to feel like that…’’

Your teary face observed him.

,,I know,’’ you hiccuped again.

,,But I… How can I find new friends? I’m scared that the more people leave me, the more I will be in pain…’’ you explained.

,,I understand,’’ he nodded, ,,but real friends won’t leave. You didn’t leave me either back then and the RFA won’t leave. They weren’t healthy even though you loved them deeply,’’

You chuckled. ,,How do you know all this?’’ you asked him, wondering if he experienced something similar. You couldn’t imagine him being hurt like that while staying in Mint Eye.

,,You made me realize that there are real friends,’’ he smiled and kissed you.

Jihyun

,,I don’t understand how they could do that to me,’’ you hissed and put your phone with it’s display on the table.

It was 11pm now, Lucy was already asleep while Jihyun sat in bed with you.

,,And you’re sure that there weren’t any misunderstandings?’’ he asked you and rubbed your arm.

You looked up with your eyes and tried to think about everything.

,,No. We talked about children, I told them how cute Lucy was and that they should come and visit us…’’ you mumbled and took his hand.

He could feel that you were trembling.

He could see that you were scared and that you were angry and restless.

,,Maybe they will answer your messages tomorrow. Why don’t you sleep a bit?’’ he asked you and put the blanket over your body.

You nodded and laid down while hugging your husband.

He stroked your back as you turned your body towards him, your head nuzzled in his chest.

The next day, however, nothing turned out to be how you hoped it to be.

You were crying on the floor in front of your bed while Jihyun tried his best to calm you down.

,,They deleted me everywhere. They’re just ghosting me! This isn’t fair! Why do they have to leave me with these thoughts?’’ you asked him.

You tried to calm down and breathe calmly, but nothing worked.

Jihyun kept rubbing your legs to make you calm down and show you that he was by your side, but nothing seemed to help you.

You took your phone and with all your hate, you crushed the gadget on the floor, making the screen crack.

You pulled your legs towards your body as you kept crying.

,,Mc, Mc, look at me!’’ he called you, lightly shaking you and making you look deep into his eyes.

,,Stop right now. You need to stay calm. This won’t help you! Besides, it’s not worth it, okay? Now, breath with me,’’ he whispered and showed you how to calm down.

He was holding your hand firmly as he watched you breath.

,,They weren’t real friends so let them go. It’s not the first time and we both know that, but you loved them too much to realize. Now you can finally let go, okay? I know, it’s hard, you will miss them, you will have things that remind you of them, but it won’t help,’’ he whispered.

As soon as he said these words, he hugged you, making you cry into his shoulder.

,,I… went to visit them. I went there and spent so much money because they said they felt lonely. I was always there, I always responded to their calls, I always wished them a good morning, asked how they were feeling and if everything was okay…’’ you sobbed.

,,Did they ever ask you?’’ Jihyun asked you, making you hiccup.

,,I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to understand that you gave your all while they didn’t, and finally they gave you the chance to search for better friends, okay?’’ Jihyun knew that this would make you feel bad for a long time, but he also knew that you were strong.

,,I know you can do it. Now let’s get up and I will make you feel happy today, okay?’’ he asked you with a smile.

And he didn’t lie when he said that.

The both of you laid in bed the whole day and when Lucy finally came home from the school, you all ordered some food and stayed in the whole day. ,,We need some time out. Today and tomorrow we can start over again,’’ Jihyun smiled. You weren’t crying anymore and Lucy was happier than ever to spend the day with her beloved parents.

Vanderwood

Vanderwood hugged and patted your back as you cried in his embrace.

He tried to calm you down, but nothing helped as your feelings got hurt.

Your best friend just began to ignore you, blocking you everywhere without any signs.

The worst was that the both of you met in the shopping center half an hour ago. The expression on your friends face towards you was filled with so much hate that even he was surprised.

But the worst was that he couldn’t understand how you could stay their friend for such a long time.

Of course, he also knew that this situation still could hurt your feelings.

,,I… maybe I’m just a bad friend,’’ you said and looked up, looking straight into his eyes.

You were sitting on his lap as he kept trying to make you feel better.

,,You‘re not and do you know why I believe that you are the best friend ever? Because you’re the one that’s in pain. You’re here thinking about the situation. You care so you aren’t a bad friend,’’ he whispered and kissed your cold wet cheek.

,,Okay, but why did they… I don’t understand… and even though I’m so angry I’m so disappointed and… I miss them so much…’’ you sobbed.

He nodded.

,,It’s normal. You can’t forget them from one hour to another,’’ he smiled.

He hated to see you so sad and hurt.

,,I’m… just worried. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, and they’re in pain too…’’ you mumbled.

,,Then they should approach you. You tried your best, Mc, let go… they’re toxic and you will break,’’ he whispered.

You sobbed even stronger and hugged him.

,,Will you leave me too?’’ you asked him, feeling scared.

You were afraid that you were the real reason and you were scared that people would leave you, never to approach you anymore. Even worse, what if people would begin to use you?

,,I won’t ever do that,’’ he smirked, taking your chin between his fingers and pulling you to him, kissing your cold wet lips.

You were so thankful that he was here supporting you, however, the fear of losing him never left you that day.

It took a long time until you could understand that sometimes you couldn't help other people and that sometimes you just had to change your friends and let go of them.

You also had to learn that Vanderwood was the one you could really trust, because even though you were scared that he wouldn’t last more than a year with you, he showed you that he would stay with you forever.

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fellulahh · 5 years ago

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Mammon finds out MC had his baby after she left Devildom (long fluff)

Mammon gawped down at his D.D.D with the most glum look on his face. Tomorrow would mark one year since MC left Devildom and that also meant today marked one year since him and MC were together for the first and only time. His eyes were fixated on the date that appeared on his screen.

He couldn’t help but feel a great sadness within in as a reminisced the memories of the night he spent with her in the bed he currently sat in. It was the night that he finally realised he was in love with her. Everyone missed MC but not on the levels that Mammon did.

When he heard a knock at his door, he quickly wiped the tear from his cheek that had escaped. “Come in.” He mumbled barely loud enough for the brother on the other side of the door to hear.

Slowly, Lucifer stepped into the room. He immediately noticed the devastated look on his brothers face. “Wallowing in self pity, are we?” He asked seriously.

“No.” Mammon lied with attitude as he flopped onto his bed with his back to Lucifer. “Why would I be wallowing?”

“Because MC left this time last year.”

Mammon stayed quiet when the words filled his ears. He could hear Lucifer stepping closer to his bed. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” The white haired demon glanced over his shoulder, curious at what his brother had to offer. “I’ve been speaking for Diavolo for some time and he’s agreed for us all to visit MC.” Lucifer spoke sincerely.

“What?!” Mammon shot up with the biggest smile on his face “H—he did?!” He beamed.

“Yes - he finally allowed it.” Lucifer rolled his eyes amused at how excited his brother was. “And I was even thoughtful enough to allow you to leave a day earlier than us.”

Mammon’s face dropped when he heard Lucifer’s words. “Why?” He asked quietly with a scrunched nose.

“I know you’ve missed her.” Lucifer smiled sincerely.

Mammon’s heart was racing as he stood outside what was supposed to be MC’s home. He studied the exterior carefully.

‘This house looks beautiful just like her! It’s gotta be MC’s!’ He thought to himself as he admired how well kept the garden was.

Stepping up the pathway, he knocked on the door eagerly as he was unable to wipe the smile off his face. ‘She’s going to be so happy to see me!’ With incredibly warm cheeks, he waited patiently for her to appear at the door. And within seconds, like magic, there she was.

“MC!” Mammon grinned as he held up his hands, “Did ya miss me?!”

“Mammon...” she breathed with wide eyes. She looked as though she was staring at a ghost.

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. If she hadn’t have said his name he would have thought she didn’t know who he was at all. His heart ached when she didn’t return his smile. Was she disappointed to see him?

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly as she stepped out of the house, pulling the door slightly as she slipped something into her pocket.

Every time she opened her mouth, it was like another wound to his heart. She didn’t seem happy at all to see him. He felt like a complete fool. ‘She’s moved on...’ his mind repeated over and over ‘it’s the only explanation’

“I wanted to surprise ya...” he said as his face fell to the floor. “Did ya not want to see me?”

“Of course.” She whispered, stepping closer. “But it’s been a whole year, Mammon...things are so different now.” There was panic in her voice.

‘Yep, she’s moved on’

As his sad eyes met her nervous ones, he began to study her face. Something about her seemed different - she no longer had the bright eyes that he was always so fond of. It looked like she hadn’t slept since leaving Devildom. What he did know though was she was on the brink of tears and it was all because he showed up at her door.

“I know, MC.” He said glumly, “I would have come sooner but I wasn’t allowed!” He cried.

“I’m sorry for seeming like I don’t care but I—“

MC was suddenly cut off by a loud noise. Her eyes widened completely when she heard the baby monitor go off in her pocket. Mammon’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard the sound of crying.

“What’s that?” He asked confused.

“Come inside.” MC spoke hesitantly, pulling him into the house abruptly. “Please wait here, Mammon.” She pleaded desperately before disappearing up the stairs.

Mammon stood by the door completely dumbfounded. His hold body was stiff as he questioned what on Earth just happened. What on Earth he just heard. Worried about MC and her sudden rush, he quietly made his way up the stairs, ignoring her previous request.

He listened out for her voice. He could hear her in the distance. Making his way toward the door that concealed MC, his heart began racing when he could hear her cooing over something.

Pressing his palm against the door, he slipped inside the room.

“MC?” He asked concerned as he entered.

MC’s back was to him. His focus was solely on her as she bounced her body up and down gently. He noticed how her body froze though when she heard his voice.

It was then that Mammon began to notice his surroundings. His mind raced as he noticed stuffed toys, tiny clothes, bags of nappies and a cot. “MC, what’s going on?” He asked nervously as his heart began to thump.

Slowly turning around, MC revealed the tiny baby that she held in her arms. Her face was full of regret as her sad eyes met his. Mammon’s eyes shot open when he saw what she held in her arms. “Mammon I—“

“Is that your baby?” He asked hurt as he stepped closer to her. His eyes were pained as he could feel himself well up. ‘I thought she loved me’

MC remained speechless as he approached her. Her chest was heaving and a tear escaped down her cheek. As Mammon brought himself to look at the baby, he studied it intensely. His breathing stopped as he examined the small bundle.

White hair...blue eyes...tanned skin

“MC...” he asked, hardly able to breathe. “Is that...?”

“Yes.” She barely whispered. “I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t.”

‘I’m a Dad?!’

“So all this time ya have been gone you’ve been...” he asked desperately, unable to believe his eyes.

“Yes.” MC nodded sorrowfully, “I had her nearly three months ago.”

“‘Her’?!” He exclaimed as he peered down at the fussing baby. A million thoughts clouded his mind as he processed this HUGE reveal. ‘I have a daughter?!’

“You have no idea how difficult it was finding out i was pregnant knowing that I’d probably never see you again.” She whimpered as she tried to wipe a tear with one hand while still holding the baby in the other.

Anger flourished through Mammon’s body. All he could think of was the countless times he’d begged Lucifer to go to the human realm to see MC. He was deprived of finding out he was to be a Father and now MC has had to go through everything alone so far because he was too busy in Devildom being completely clueless.

“I can’t believe it.” He breathed, pulling MC in for a very careful hug.

Although his heart was about to explode and his whole body felt dizzy, he wanted nothing more than to just hold her. “Why didn’t ya tell me downstairs?” He asked through shaky breaths.

“I didn’t know what to say, Mammon!” She admitted, “it’s been a whole year since we last spoke, I thought I’d never see you again” she repeated.

Pulling out of the hug, his big scared eyes flickered to their baby’s. “C—can I hold her?” He asked nervously.

MC nodded her head silently as she handed him their baby. She’d never seen him be so gentle with anything in his life. As he rested her in his arms, his breathing quickened. His whole heart felt vulnerable as he gazed down at their child.

“I still can’t believe it.” He whispered, “I’m a Dad.” He shook his head as he began to cry.

“You are.” MC half smiled, feeling a sense of relief fill her body as she watched him. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mind was playing tricks on her. Was this all a dream?

Mammon’s lip began to quiver as their baby looked up at him. “I’m not going to be apart from ya any longer.” He turned to face MC, “I don’t care if I have to come here or if ya have to come back to Devildom, I’m not missing anything else!” He demanded.

“Nothing would make me happier.” MC sighed as a tear fell down her cheek, “For nearly a whole year I’ve wanted to tell you about her.”

The words hurt Mammon. For a whole year he’d just wanted to see MC whereas for her, all this time she just wanted to tell him that their one night together had made them a family...but she couldn’t.

Growing serious, Mammon laid down his cards. “Lucifer and the rest are comin’ tomorrow.”

“They are?” MC asked shocked.

“Yes and when we leave ya coming with us.” He declared, “And so are you.” He spoke softly, turning his attention back to the baby.

“You and ya Mummy aren’t goin’ to be alone anymore, okay?” He told their daughter.

Mammon had never been so terrified in his long existence. But at the same time, he’d never felt such an overwhelming feeling of love in his heart before as he looked at their baby in the eyes with MC by his side once again.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me imagines #obey me one shot #obey me shall we date

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magicbench · 3 years ago

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what inspired you to write fujiwara and CoF? :)

[Sorry for the following wall of text, please bear with me lol] For Fujiwara, at first I actually didn't plan to make it a story this long...The project actually has a "first version", a really short game named "Fujiwara High School Festival" if I remember well the name and that I did for a visual novel's challenge called Nanoreno where you have to make something to start from fnish in 1 month. At the time I did it only to prove myself that I'd be able to do something on my own and be proud of it and the game only featured Ikki and Yuta who were simply called Delinquent-kun and Prince-sama. As you can see I didn't put much thoughts into giving them proper names xD And though they had "cliché" personalities, they didn't have a backstory at all either. Basically, the MC (who didn't have a name either) was a last year midle school student going to prospect a certain -but random- high school during its school festival's day, bumping either into Delinquent-kun or Prince-sama and doing a tour of the festival. Minami did already exist though ! And there was a super mega random classmate guy wearing a ghost costume too. That's pretty it.

But...the more I wrote about them, the more I got attached and in the end when I released this tiny project I realized it wasn't enough for me and started to give Delinquent-kun and Prince-sama names, friends, families, brainstorming why there personalities were like that, etc etc. More characters were added, Ikki would have childhood friends called Toshio and Ryu, Yuta would have a secret, and a smart rival (for studies and popularity) called Haru and who also have a secret. And this mister-random-ghost-guy ? Let's call him Kenji and be one of Minami's good friends ! Aaaand after that...I decided "Oh well...at this point I just want to write them all main and backstories. Let's make them LIs too !" I also tried and changed a lot the art style until I finally settled on what is the one in the current game ~ And there was finally born the Fujiwara Bittersweet that we know today, with Aya and the 6 sad boys x)

Now, for Colors of Fate, it was also after I did a Nanoreno on my own. Unfortunately you can't play it anymore (or was it Fujiwara V.1 ?) as the website where I uploaded it is down ^^" But maybe I'll share it on my Discord server someday since I still have the project's code O/ The only notable thing which change with CoF V.1 is that the prologue is way shorter than the demo's current version and that it has a end somehow, where you see the characters grown up after the incident. There was only one love interest at the time and the idea of adding more came after that, when I decided to make it a longer project. But...as you probably realized, this time I am not the one taking care of either the art of the writing and the reason is really simple : I thought that my style wouldn't fit a CoF's longer project at all and I didn't like my art for this kind of story either. I wanted something with a more flowery and poetic writing which I was totally unable to do myself, one of the main reason being that english isn't my native language and that wasn't confident in my capacities about conveying this kind of feeling in my writing x) Cirro did and I'm so glad she accepted to be CoF's writer ! The same goes for Aria's (sprite artist) and Kat's (backgrounds artist) art, I just fell in love with their work and couldn't in any way do such a good job as they did ! And with all the other members (music, code, proofreading/editing) I have no doubts that Colors of Fate will become a really beautiful project (I mean...the demo already is !) and that people will love our little Melia's story ! ❤ Also...for those who aren't aware, we decided to add the duke Aiden in addition to the other LIs. If you don't fear a fabulous "sadistic trash man", then you'll probably enjoy the experience with him too ;')

----- Phew, wow that was a lot of words ! Your eyes are doing okay ? ;-; In any case, I hope I was able to answer your question properly...don't hesitate to not read all of this in a one go xD

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bkfics · 4 years ago

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II.

You’re now sitting on the bench with your pen and notepad, ready to write down datas from the match but.. You can’t. You can’t concentrate on the match, you can’t shake this anxiety away and you keep thinking about what happened in the hallways a few minutes ago.

[15 minutes ago, hallways]

You see Sakusa coming towards you, step by step, he’s closing the gap between him and you, but all you want is to get away from him, everyone is really confused because they can see how he wants to reach to you and also how much you’re so nervous and shaking from the moment he opened that damn door, almost having a panic attack.

You can hear the others whispering: Do they know each other? Why is she shaking like she just saw a ghost? Is she okay? Then it becomes silent..

You want to answer but not even a single sound is coming out, it’s like your vocal cords just disappeared, you just hope for someone to break this awkward silence.

You know that someday you would meet him again, but the timing is really messed up, you’re not ready to meet him, you don’t know what to say to him and you didn’t prepare anything or YOURSELF.

He keeps walking and you start thinking things like: Is this fate? Is this the time to tell him everything? That he has kids? But if he knows, he’s gonna get mad or mess up his focus during the match. Is he even gonna accept it? What if he thinks that you’re crazy? What if everyone thinks that you’re crazy? And if you tell him, are the kids going to accept it? If they do, will you be able to accept it? You worked your ass off to raise the twins. He doesn’t know what you’re been through. Well, you never told him about your pregnancy, so he really might think that you’re crazy and you’re just trying to get back at him as a revenge for leaving you. He never contacted you asking how you were doing, for 4 years.

‘Y/N-‘ before he could’ve even say something, he get interrupted by the arrival of Coach Sazaku of ADLERS and Coach Foster of MSBY.

‘Ahh, you’re both here, the match is about to start so.’ Coach Sazaku says loudly to you and Kageyama.

‘Let’s go and do some stretch.’ Coach Foster continues. You think how can they be so coordinated. Well. They’ve been friends for a long time. But still, it’s weirdly cool.

You feel a bit calmer now, but the anxiety is still there, so you go first inside to prepare the towels and water bottles for the guys.

_ _ _ _ _

Sighing after thinking of that event, you don’t notice a ball coming straight at you.. Bam! Before blacking out, you hear the twins and Ryota yelling out your name..

After the one who spiked that ball landed, he got slapped on his back.

‘Man, Omi-Omi, you really don’t have any mercy wether it’s a guy or girl, huh?’ Atsumu says while shaking his head.

‘Huh?’ Sakusa replies dumbfounded.

‘I know that “lose” doesn’t exist in your vocabulary, but man, I don’t think you had to spike that hard this time, even though you were getting blocked..’ Says Bokuto joining in the conversation.

At this point Sakusa is getting drilled by the teammates’ questions.

‘W-What are you talking about?!’ He asks like he got caught for cheating on a test.

‘Omi-kun! Y-You didn’t kill her, right?’ Hinata asks really worried for Y/N

‘Wha—‘

‘Their beautiful manager, you knocked her out. Like, you hit target. Bullseye. 100 points!’ Hinata jokingly says, but still serious.

After he turns his head towards the bench on the other side and sees the commotion that’s going on, the realisation of having hit Y/N felt like a truck coming straight at him at full speed. The coach asked for a time-out to tend the injured, the match stopped and the players started gathering in a circle around you.

Sakusa instinctively sprints towards you and wonder if you’re okay, but he sees Ushijima with you in his arms to lay you down on a matt behind the bench, after the paramedics assured everyone saying that you just fainted and there were no problems or any grave injuries, they also said that you’re waking up soon, so everyone calmed down.

Sakusa immediately apologises to the coach and the team.

‘She’s still alive, right Omi-kun?’ Hinata asks still worried and because he got blocked by the other players in the front and can’t see anything from his spot.

Sakusa didn’t hear Hinata, he’s too worried for you.

‘BOKE! HINATA BOKE! How can you kill someone with a spike?!’ Kageyama answers him back like they were still in high school.

After a few minutes, the MC announces ‘We apologise for the inconvenience. The match is resuming.’

Everyone are going to their respective positions, Sakusa keeps thinking about you and still apologising to you in his head. Overthinking is winning over his focus on the match, he hasn’t seen you for 4 years. He really wanted to call you, or at least send you a message, but he had always practice and friendly matches, and when he had free time, he used it for resting. Then he meets you again, still beautiful like a fresh rose under the sun of spring, he was shocked to see you again and didn’t know if asking how were you doing was the right question to ask you, when he started walking towards you and greet you, he got interrupted and lost his chance.

The match is starting and he can’t concentrate because he’s now having thoughts and questions in his head..

Why were you shaking back then? I thought we ended things on good terms, so why? Are you still mad that I just broke up with without any warning? It was a hard decision for both of us, so.. Y/N, did it hurt so much? Did I hurt you? So the smile back then.. was it to hide the fact that you were breaking apart? That it was to not make me feel any guilt? Why? Was it for my good? All I really want right now is to talk to you, to have a long conversation over some drinks like we used to. But now you’re lying there unconscious, because of me, i’m really sorry..

Even tho he’s making little mistakes on the court, he keeps glancing at you and he really admires you, still cares for you and his heart agrees with that.

The game is still going on and he wants his team to win no matter what, so he slapped his face to focus again.

You slowly open your eyes as you’re waking up, your head still hurts from the ball that hit you. Where were you? Did you guys win the match? What was the score? Wait.. THE MATCH!

Then you quickly sit straight and that’s really a bad idea.

‘Easy there, Y/N. Here, drink some water.’ Captain Hirugami offers you.

‘How are you doing? Are you okay?’ He continues.

‘Doesn’t matter, what about the match?’

‘What do you mean it doesn’t matt-‘

‘The. Match.’ You say while glaring at him.

‘W-Well, we’re on the lead and it’s currently the third set.. ah wait, let me help you.’ He offers you his arm for support and he walks you to the bench.

‘Oh, btw, there’s a blonde guy with two kids upstairs behind us, they kept asking if you were alright.’

Then you turn around to look because you have no idea what he’s saying since you still feel a little bit dizzy and you see Ryota with a worried look, but you assure him with a smile and saying that you’re okay without any sound and you give the kids a thumb up.

‘Family?’ The captain asks and you nod your head with a smile.

‘Your little siblings are really cute.’ He says giggling .

You want to deny that they’re not your siblings and when you’re about to say it, you get interrupted by the referee whistling for the point, unfortunately the point is made by the MSBY.

‘They’ve already caught up.’ He says annoyed.

Suddenly you hear the coach shouting ‘Time-out!’ to the officials, then you stand up, clear the bench ready to hand out the towels and water bottles with the help from the reserves.

You start giving them and someone says ‘You’re awake already? We were worried for you, you know?’ Ushijima says with a plain face ‘yeah.. thank you for your concern, Ushijima-kun.’

‘Yeah, Sakusa-san even came here just make sure you were okay.’ adds Kageyama.

Your eyes widens by hearing that and you ask them ‘Did he?’ while picking up some towels that were dropped.

Then Romero joins the conversation saying ‘Well, he was the one that spiked the ball.. ending at your face..’ and he adds ‘Although, it’s our fault for not blocking it. We’re sorry, Y/N-chan.’

You shake your head reassuring them that it wasn’t their fault at all, you don’t need apologies from anyone, because it was you fault that you got hit for getting distracted.

Then the coach starts giving instructions to the boys while they’re catching their breath and resting, you’re tidying up and decide to take a glance at the other team, specifically at Sakusa, but you get surprised by him already looking at you.

Sakusa felt a sense of relief after he sees that you’re fine, but he got sad real quick when you looked away to avoid eye-contact with him, but he already knew that you would look away.

The time-out is done and the boys are walking to the court when you suddenly say ‘Hmm.. i-‘ and everyone stops to look and listen to you ‘know that i’ve been absent for almost the entire game but i..’ you’ve always been direct to them, but you feel a little shy right now because they took care of you, they’re also tall, handsomes and gentlemens, who wouldn’t get shy or feel intimidated?

‘So please, don’t get down just because of a mistake and give your best! And the most important thing.. have fun!!’ You finish while blushing hard, but still giving them a big smile stamped on your face.

Then you hear them yelling ‘YESSS MA’AM!!!!!!’ while also wearing that warm smile.

‘Am i dreaming? You all heard that, right? I’m not the only one, right? This is the first time that Y/N-chan said something like that.’ says Hoshiumi charged up after hearing those cheering words.

‘Y/N-chaaaan, please keep cheering for us!!’ says the libero, Heiwajima while jumping and smiling back at you.

They’re all now in positions, ready to win.

The guys really worked hard for it, but.. after the MSBY made 2 consecutive points, the referee blew the final whistle, signalling that the opposite team won. The MSBY players were celebrating and jumping around for winning the match, while on the other side of the court some were lying down catching their breath and complain about how tired they were, while some were trying to not fall.. but Kageyama was facing Hinata over the net with a big smile ‘Welcome Home’ he said with a handshake.

They were all smiling even though they lost, they had fun at least.

You couldn’t help but tear a little bit because you know how hard they trained for this match, but you accept the fact that you lost and just smile saying ‘Thank you for your hardwork.’ to them with a bow.

After a few minutes, the people start to leave and the players start to do their post-game stretching and you start cleaning and tidying up everything, you then hear someone call you from upstairs ‘Y/N-cchi, can we go down there? The twins really want to come down.’ It’s Ryota.

‘Of course, I think it’s time to let the team meet the kids.. just be careful while stepping down the stairs’ you reply back ‘ah, also, Ryota-kun, welcome home.’ You add with a big smile

He answers back with a smile too ‘Tadaima.’ (I’m back home)

Most of the players are pretty done with their stretching, Kise made it to the court and was walking towards Y/N with Kisara on his arm while Kazuhiko was running around.

Ryota shouts ‘Kazu-chan, be careful not to trip and hurt yourself.’

‘Yes, otōsaan!!’ Kazuhiko happily answered.

Then Kise reached and gave Kisara to Y/N.

‘Okāsaaaan, are you okay? You weren’t waking up for such a loong time.’ Kisara immediately asks.

You reply with a big smile ‘Yes, honey, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt, I’m super okay!’

‘Are you sure? We’ll drop by the doctor to make sure, alright?’ Ryota says super worried.

‘Oh, but where’s Kazu-chan?’ You ask.

‘Ah! He was just behind us, wait i’m gonna pick him up.’ Ryota answers and goes off immediately.

[On the other side of the court]

Sakusa was done with his stretching and he was changing his wet jersey to put a clean t-shirt on when suddenly someone bumped into his leg. It was a kid. Kazuhiko.

‘Hey, have you gotte—‘ he was gonna say something that he would usually say to his teammates but he rethinks and he asks ‘What are you doing? Did you come to see your big brother? Where are you parents?’

‘Uh, i come to see my mom, she works with many guys that have white clothes.’ He answers with his cute little voice.

Was he looking for the manager of the ADLERS? But mom? Maybe this is her brother or nephew..

‘Then let me take you there, is that okay?’ He asks while taking Kazuhiko’s little hand. Sakusa doesn’t know this feeling. He just takes the little kid’s hand and he’s feeling some kind of connection; for the first time, he takes his hand without thinking about his germaphobia. What is happening to me? He asks himself .

‘Yes, thank you onīsan.’ Kazuhiko answers with a smile.

Sakusa started melting Inside when Kazuhiko smiled at him ‘But onisan? Why does calling me onisan doesn’t feel right to me?’ he thinks to himself.

When they’re about to go, someone comes up to him and says while bowing ‘Sorry if he’s caused you any trouble-‘ he looks up and sees Sakusa ‘Oh, you can let go now. I’m here to pick MY. KID.’ It’s Kise Ryota and he’s a little annoyed, he’s smiling, but it’s insincere.

‘Otōsaan!’ Shouts little Kazuhiko.

‘Come on, Kazu-chan, okāsan and Kisara are waiting for you.’

‘Right! Let’s go to them!’ says the determined little Kazuhiko already running towards you.

‘Oh, before i forget, take these, I know you need ‘em.’ adds Ryota while throwing some wipes and a little bottle of hand sanitizer for kids to Sakusa.

Now Sakusa thinks.. Huh? How did he know? Do i kno-

Before he could finish his thought, there goes Y/N in his sight.

‘Hey Y/N-‘ Sakusa says while waving.

‘Kazuhiko, my baby, where were you??’ You ask him.

‘I was looking around and i met that cool oniisan’ he answers.

‘Oniisan?’

‘Yeah, he was going to take me to you.’

‘Oh, let’s thank him properly then.’ You say and start to walk with him while you’re carrying Kisara. Then you see Kise talking to someone and think that he might be the kind person that Kazuhiko was talking about.

When you reach them, you didn’t think that Sakusa would be there, isn’t he a germaphobe? What is he still doing on the court? Doesn’t he usually go straight to the locker room after every match? The Kazuhiko suddenly shouts ‘Otōsaaaaan! Okāsan came to thank the oniisan!’

You’re speechless.. you are now in front of the twins’ real father, and the real father is now in front of his kids.. oh no..

masterpost | I. | III.

FACTS:

The team respects your privacy so they never ask about your private life, that’s why they don’t know that you have two kids, the only one that knows is the coach

Kise is purposely being rude to Sakusa because he knows who he is

Hinata really finds you beautiful

@rrroadkill @samwise-though @lola2001 @velociraptorenthusiast @mjade1321 @farmertoshi @kurosiee @googiembul @hohoshiumi @floralkawa @miwtze

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Oh, Brother! (Lucifer ft. Baby Beel)

Summary: Brotherly love comes with sacrifice, even if the said sacrifice greatly outweighs its benefits. (based on a headcanon request on our old AO3 request box)

Accompanying HC for this fic can be read here. This was originally a request. The old version is poorly formatted so I decided to repost this now that I am sliiiightly better at using tumblr. Anyway, enjoy!

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I consider myself to be a rather self-sufficient person. It was a fruit of years of conditioning brought upon by my unique, personal circumstances. You may also say that it is my inclination to exhibit such behaviour because of my personality. But while I make long-winded introductions that segues even further from the point I was making, let me, as my brothers say, "cut to the chase":

I have no idea what in Devildom is going on. Sets of eyes looked at me expectantly, and I did as I usually do when I am dragooned into unforeseen…problems.

"I see." I don't. But a white lie is what is required to quell the squall of chaos right now: debris of what looked like Leviathan's furnishings were strewn on the wet floor. Looking up from the living room where remnants of the ceiling were barely keeping itself intact, Henry freefell into my arms, a timely catch away from his imminent death. I turned to my pale brother, asking "Lotan?" in the calmest tone I can muster, and was only answered in more silence. I offered him Henry, which he took still looking down, and turned to problem #2.

"MC, may I have him?"

"I…"

I stopped and talked over them. "I'm not angry. Let me hold Beel."

"It's all my fault!"

Sigh. Why do they always do this? A surge of pain was felt on my temples, but I pretended not to feel it. "Why don't you help Levi clean up his room? Do you even know how to take care of a non-human child?"

"No, but!" they argued again. I listened. "You're not going to punish Mammon, aren't you?"

Punish is such a heavy word. I noticed how protective they were of my brother, almost to an extent where I feel like they perceive me in an unfavourable light. They were more carefree with them, but all yes and no's with me in comparison. I wouldn't say I'm envious. Rather, I'm baffled. Occasional pranks became the highlight (read: tragedy) of my day, often while I was poring over documents and settling political disputes on behalf of Diavolo. Partnered with Mammon and Satan, they were a force to be reckoned with; one I remembered being visibly annoyed by for interfering with my work. No one shall ever know that I might…have looked forward to those times. It was a puzzle to be pieced, an idle form of entertainment to guess which kind of tomfoolery they would attempt at me that they were foolish enough to think they would succeed in. Unfortunately, any victory they may have celebrated in the past were my fabrications that only the likes of someone as observant as Satan would notice.

"Procure a change of clothing and go while I'm still being merciful." I saw them share the same pallour as Leviathan, dragging him along while mouthing complaints under their breath. A curse perhaps, not bound by magic but of something else, directed at me, their usual villain. Such childishness that I let slide, as I was accustomed to being an enemy, especially when I know I was right.

Beel is finally in my arms, a docile child as cherubic as the little Beel in my memories. The pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together as I look around.

"Belphegor, wake up this instant! You're sleeping on a wet floor." You'll catch a cold, I almost felt myself saying but was able to hold myself back. "Unless you would rather be carried like the old days? I don't mind."

"Fine, fine. I'm up." They stretched out their arms to retrieve their twin and I shook my head. "I wouldn't leave such a delicate child to someone who couldn't even coordinate themselves properly. Go to sleep, Belphegor.

...and Satan, if you have the time for hexes, you would also have the time to clean up this mess."

"Tsk."

"I would see all of you in my office once this is all fixed.

Not a spot should be left unattended. Understood?"

"Yes, Lucifer."

I don't have time for this. So many documents are left unsigned on my desk. A meeting with the Chancellor, a hearing from the House of Commons, a response to Michael's ridiculous letter…

"Wuchy, angy?"

Beelzebub's upturned eyes looked at me adorably.

"Wuchy…" I looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw most of them are either absent or pre-occupied. Clearing my throat, I noticed my voice was shriller than usual. "Wuchy…" I repeated and sat Beel on the plush sofa. "Wuchy is NOT angy…"

"Bee hangu" he pulled at my sleeve, turning my attention to his rumbling stomach. "Wuchy…Bee hangu."

I nodded. "I see. Does Bee want to eat?"

"Peas!"

"You want to eat peas?"

"No! Bee Hangu! Peas!"

"Ah, " I nodded again as I finally understood. "I apologise, Bee. You're trying to say please?"

I couldn't help but smile back when he did so in reply.

To my disappointment however, even the kitchen was destroyed, to the point that MC didn't want me to enter. It was admirable, I suppose that they were able to explain the situation to me while everything was still in a state of chaos.

It all started with a hexes assignment that failed miserably, turning Beel into an inconsolable toddler that caused Levi's room to be absolutely destroyed. Since nobody was capable of understanding Beel's speech, his childish tantrums got worse and caused the House of Lamentation to be in its current state. The only reason the situation subsided a bit was because of Belphie's interference. Where was Belphie in the first place? Was my question, and MC's shrug affirmed that he ignored my warning about sleeping in on the weekend. Again. I sighed.

"Sorry, Lucifer. Why don't you eat out with Beel for a while?"

"Bee hangu! Now!"

"....Bee, that's my glove."

"Bee?" (MC)

!!!!

"Beelzebub." I cleared my throat. "I shall heed your advice before Beel throws a bigger tantrum."

"Wuchy, hangu!"

"Yes, yes. Wuchy…heard you. MC, take care of the house while we're gone."

There was a ghost of a smile on their face, one they must have tried to hide from me earlier. "Yes," They snorted, and I silently warned them to open their mouth again. "Wuchy."

Ah. They still have the audacity to mock me. Me. Who was trying to turn a blind eye? Giving them a chance to fix their mess before anyone else finds out? I smirked back.

"If the house falls down…or if it gets destroyed any further…prepare to face your punishment . Alone."

Their silence was enough of a penitence…for now. Beel's stomach growled louder and louder each passing second, and my gloves are currently soiled with bite marks everywhere.

I bent down to meet Beel at eye level and pried my hands away from his nibbling. "What do you want to eat?"

His eyes sparkled at the question, and he started chanting something in gibberish that I pretended to understand. "Wook wook! Bee fawwit!"

Wook?

He...never said that before. Or did he? I decided to carry him in my arms once I noticed he was having difficulty keeping up with my strides. He shook his head several times as we passed every food stall and kiosk in the shopping district, contenting himself with chewing on the gloves I thought I had confiscated already.

It had been so long that I almost forgot that Beel was once a picky eater when he was little. Michael marveled on his "refined palate", telling me I should cherish my brother's talent (and consider giving Beel to him once he got older to train under his tutelage) but I vehemently refused. I was busy enough as a high-ranking angel and barely had the time to see my siblings, and the last thing I ever wanted was to part from them. I understood the difficulties of having an absent parent all too well, and I did not wish for my brothers to experience the same longing I had when I was the same age as them.

Beel was as docile and as sweet as I remembered him long ago, smiling and laughing in my arms, calling me Wuchy over and over, and seeking for his twin in adorable babbles of "Bewphie" and "Bwanky", which I responded in my usual way:

"Bewphie, sleep."

"Seepu?"

"Yes." I answered, prying away my damaged gloves from his mouth. "Bewphie told me you should eat so you won't wake him up." I pointed at his rumbling stomach, and little Beel automatically held it and felt the rumbling coming from it.

"Bee…wouwd (loud)?"

"Mhm. Bewphie can't sleep unless you eat something."

He must not have been able to distinguish his twin because of his current form, seeking perhaps a smaller counterpart of his brother just like the old days. After some more meandering around stalls, feeling full over the meals that Beel refused to eat, I racked my brain to figuring out the meaning behind his childish babble:

What on earth does wook mean?

I have never heard him say it before even in the Celestial Realm, nor did I ever recall teaching him the words.

"Wook! Wook!" Beel said excitedly again, grabbing my hair in his elation to turn to a man flipping Bat Wing pancakes in a stall. The line was atrocious, barely moving, arid and noisy.

"Does Bee want to eat that?"

I sighed in relief when he shook his head. "Wuchy, Wook! Wook Bee fawwit!"

Wait a moment. Does wook mean…

"Do you want me to look?" But look at what? At the elderly demon flipping pancakes? Beel shook his head again, seemingly lost at how to translate his thoughts and feelings into his limited toddler vocabulary.

"Wook...wook fuu fo Bee…" he squinted his googly eyes at me and made exaggerated hand gestures. "Wuchy….wook fuu fo Bee! Bee fawwit!"

The proverbial cogs in my brain started to turn as I came across an epiphany. Before I knew it, I was already holding my DDD.

It pains me to do this, but I cannot let Diavolo know.

"Hello, Simeon?"

Brotherly love comes with sacrifice, even if the said sacrifice greatly outweighs its benefits. It was evident with Simeon's jovial expressions as he opened the door.

"It really is a baby! Can I hold him?"

Simeon's smile never disappeared, rather, his eyes narrowed as he turned to me to speak. "Luke is good with kids. He volunteers taking care of cherubs in Heaven."

"Mhm! I have Raphael's seal of approval!"

Sighing, I surrendered my brother to Luke, my traitorous brother who did not even cry or protest when a complete…stranger is now holding him in his arms.

"Meemwon!"

"Oh! I haven't heard that in ages! This sure brings back memories!~" Simeon planted a kiss on Beel's cheek and I couldn't help but frown. "Hello, Bee! It's big bro Meemwon!" Beel giggled in reply as Simeon planted smaller kisses at him, clearly enjoying the attention.

"You're getting into this, way too much don't you think so?"

"He's adorable!" Simeon reasoned. "But, isn't his stomach growling?"

"That's why we're here." I tried to maintain an aura of composure. "I need to borrow your kitchen. Is Solomon around?"

Simeon's eyes widened for a bit in understanding…then I heard manic laughter. Is this really how he should conduct himself in front of the children? I kept that opinion to myself and didn't say a word. "No, he isn't. Don't worry." He looked at me again and smiled reassuringly. "Feel free to use the kitchen. We'll take care of Beel~"

"Solomon--"

"...won't feed Beel anything even if he does come back. Just go before he throws another tantrum!" Simeon shooed me away from the living room, pushing my back to Purgatory Hall's fully furnished kitchen. It certainly had better equipment compared to Lamentation, which I can only attribute to Michael's influence.

Cooking was one thing, but feeding Beel another. He continued rejecting meal after meal after meal of my best dishes. His stomach only growled louder, and his mood became irritable even with Simeon's and Luke's aid. The ingredients I have purchased were almost gone, left only with a half-used bag of flour, milk and eggs.

"The best I can do with these are pancakes…

Pancakes?"

A memory flashed in my mind, taking me back to the Celestial Realm and our former residence there. Assuring the house help that I wanted to try cooking for my brothers for a change, I begrudgingly followed the recipe book Michael had given me and started with its easiest dish.

I attributed my failed attempts to Michael's unique, archaic wordings in his cook book and tried again. And again. And again. Numerous ruined frying pans and ingredients later, I was left with a shabby excuse of a pancake---charred at the sides, eggshells at the other. I waved my white flag in surrender and called for a food delivery instead, deflated. Some Morning Star I was. It was an hour before dinner and my siblings were peeking at the kitchen with their blinking, doe eyes.

"Wuchy...huwt?" Lilith looked up to me, looking like she was about to cry and I took her in my arms to comfort her.

"Lucy…" I corrected myself. "Wuchy isn't hurt. Just tired."

"Seepu?" Belphegor offered me his cow pillow and I shook my head. "Later after we eat."

"Fuu?!" I managed to catch Beelzebub with my free hand before he faceplanted on the floor as he rushed to me in excitement.

"I'm sorry, Bee. As you can see, Wuchy doesn't have anything edible he can feed you." I carried him in my free arm and showed him my culinary failures.

"Wuchy…fuu." Beel pouted at me. "Wuchy, whie. Fuu deww! (Lucy lied. There's food over there!)" He tugged my hair and glared. "Bee, eat!"

"Eat!" Lilith mimicked.

"Bewphie, eat?" Belphegor followed.

"No, children. As you can see-- Mammon, wash your hands first!--"

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Everyone was gathered at the table, eating my failures with smiles on their faces. Beel, who had been sitting next to me this whole time tugged me on the sleeve to ask for seconds. "Dis...Bee fawitt! Cwunch!"

"It must be the eggshells."

"Mhm! Wuv it! Wuchy?"

I felt him wrap his arms around my side. With a wide grin, he said. "I wuv you!"

Only to be followed by a barrage of hugs from the others, talking over each other as they gathered around me with their syrup-stained faces.

"Asmo wuvs Wuchy disssss much!"

"Bewphie...wuv!"

"Wiwi, wuv Wuchy moww! (Lilith loves Lucy more!)"

"I guess you're okay…but the Great Me is better!"

"...Levi l-loves Lucy too…"

I couldn't remember much of what happened afterwards, but I do recall telling the delivery man that he can have my order for himself. After that, I strived to become better at cooking so I can serve my siblings better meals.

Anyone would strive to try harder if they are ever subjected to that much smothering, I suppose. Still, I do think that after that, Beel began to eat everything happily, much to Michael's dismay.

"This looks horrifying." The plating of the pancake itself was one or two burns shy of Solomon's best attempts at cooking…I could not believe that out of every dish there is in this world, this horrible disaster is my brother's favourite food. I never really asked him about it. Perhaps I have forgotten and he happily ate everything I cooked because he had no choice. Still, it was no time to mull over such nonsense, especially if Beel's stomach is now resembling Cerberus' growls.

"Wook!" Beel's eyes sparkled as I placed the cooled pancakes down at the table, munching on the sweet treat happily despite the…eggshells. I tried my best to emulate my failed attempts from before, and judging from the elated look on Beel's face, I must have gotten his approval.

"Is that--" (Simeon)

"Don't ask." I shut him up before he could even speak a word. "And please don't ever say this to Michael. I wouldn't hear the end of it."

Simeon smiled impishly in reply. "Would you cook here again--"

"No.

But I suppose I owe you some hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies for letting me use your kitchen."

"Anytime~"

"I was talking to the chihuahua, not you."

"I'm not a chihuahua!"

Beel was sleeping peacefully in my arms on the way home. While still baffled at a startling discovery about Beelzebub, I hadn't much time to think about it as I was covered in confetti the moment I opened the door.

"Happy birthday, Lucifer!" (MC)

"Simeon took too much time! The ice cream's meltin'!"

"Lolololol I told you he forgot his own birthday! Beel was the perfect distraction!"

What. On. Earth. Is going on?

"Sorry, Lucifer!" MC bowed her head and looked up to me, looking apologetic. "We were trying to throw you a surprise party but…things got…well...wrong. But, everything's okay now!" They pulled me inside and showed me the feast they have prepared for me.

It was a smorgasbord of my favourites. From the appetisers to the desserts and wines, I recalled some of these dishes as my specialties. Satan's familiar handwriting was drawn over a buttercream cake with my name on it, along with a small drawing of me in a party hat along with everyone else. Everyone else was seated at the dining table including Diavolo and Barbatos, both of which I was trying to avoid the entire day.

Were they involved in this ridiculous plan as well?

MC seemed to read my mind and nodded at me shyly. "I did mess up with my homework, that much is true, but Solomon helped in undoing the spell! He was the one who suggested to turn Beel back into a toddler so we have enough time to prepare for everything!"

Solomon waved a hand at me and smiled. "They still didn't let me cook anything though☆"

"So all of the chaos…"

"...is us cleaning up our first attempts of party preparations." Satan begrudgingly replied. "Until of course, you came back earlier than expected."

"Now, now~" Asmo interjected. "What's important is that he's here and Beel's spell is about to wear off!♡ Now, Lucifer dear, why don't you join us and blow your candles?"

I have completely forgotten about my birthday.

I didn't see the point of celebrating it anymore, I suppose. Thousands of years of repetitions can bring ennui upon you. However, things have changed.

The House of Lamentation had a warmer atmosphere thanks to MC, and everyone was closer than ever before. The loss of a family and an inclusion of a new one opened up our hearts enough to heal and perhaps forgive ourselves a little for the years we have ignored its value.

Who knew such a fleeting human could be the catalyst of such unimaginable developments?

"Oh! Beel's back!"

"Yay~! Your seat's over there, Beel!"

I consider myself to be a rather self-sufficient person. It was a fruit of years of conditioning brought upon by my unique, personal circumstances.

However…nothing can ever prepare me for this moment.

"Lucifer?"

I turned to Beelzebub, now back to his normal form and he offered me a smile. "The pancake you cooked was really good. Can you make it again for me next time?"

I smiled back.

"With or without the eggshells?"

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Can i request 43 + lucifer?

note; hope yall didn’t think I’d forgotten you! I’m going to finish these requests, no doubt about it :) anyway, I hope you enjoy this little scene because I had a blast writing it. it’s clocking in at 1.2k words, which is a pretty solid amount

“Wait a minute... are you jealous?” + Lucifer

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“Thanks, MC, you’re the best!” said Iros, a red-haired demon from your Summoning 101 class who always seemed to have a difficult time paying attention during instruction. More than once, you’d caught her doing the tell-tale head bob as if she was fighting a magnetic pull between her forehead and her desk, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that her grades weren’t looking too hot. She sent you a wink before twirling away, her uniform skirt fanning out behind her. In an afterthought, she called out to you over her shoulder, “See you for our study date!”

With that, she disappeared into the steady stream of students drifting from one class to another. You couldn’t help the sigh that puffed out through your noseー there was something about her that drained you. Maybe it was her ability? You’ve gathered that all demons have something about them that separates them from other demons, like how Mammon was exceptionally fast.

Speaking of, the grubby bastard was late. The two of you typically walked to History of Devildom together, but he seemed to be running behind schedule today.

Who are you kidding, he probably ditched again. You’d have to scold him for not taking you with him later. For now, you’ll continue to be the good student that you weren’t and go to class by yourself. Your husbando (who wasn’t yet your husbando but you’ve been working diligently on changing that), Lucifer, would be so proud of you, you mused, mentally patting yourself on the back for your decision to do the bare minimum.

“I am not opposed to your fraternizing with the other students, but I must discourage you from forming relationships with succubi.” Speak of the devil! Lucifer’s voice cut through the muddled conversations of the passing students as the man himself emerged from a nearby classroom. “I cannot even begin to fathom the numbers of succubi who would use you as nothing more than a stepping stone to tarnish Lord Diavolo’s reputation.”

“Succubi?” you hummed, more to yourself than anything as you ponder his words. “That explains why she’s always hitting on me. Damn. Here I thought I was just an irresistible slab of meat, charming the pants off of strangers left and right.”

The slab of meat comment earned you a disdainful eye roll, but nothing more. “Well? You’re going to arrive after the start of class if you continue to stand there like a mindless sheep.”

“I know I called myself meat, but the ‘sheep’ thing doesn’t sit right with me, especially coming from you,” you said with a hint of a whine laced in your tone. Nonetheless, you set off toward your next class by your lonesome, only for Lucifer to stride along next to you.

Instantly, the wheels in your head took off spinning. You knew for a FACT that whatever class he had was in the opposite direction, as you and Mammon often passed him in the halls, so what was he doing in this direction? Was he making sure you weren’t going to ditch? You’d take offense to the idea if it wasn’t something you’ve already done. After that one idea, your mind drew a blank.

Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how he seemed to be somewhat lost in thought, but not lost enough for him to miss where your attention was directed. He raised a dark brow at you, daring you to say something.

Never one to miss such a golden opportunity, you gave a saccharine smile and batted your lashes innocently. “Sorry, it’s hard not to stare at works of art.”

He blinked once. Twice. Then turned away. Your lips perked out in a pout at the fact that your obvious flirtation had failed to garner any response, although this would do little to dissuade you in the future; every now and then you swore you’d see the corners of his lips twitch up into a ghost of a smile.

Anyway, back to the drawing board. Why was it that Lucifer was accompanying you to your class? You’d better figure it out sooner than later because the two of you were turning down the hall that housed your classroom. Luckily, yours was on the other end.

Asking him would be no fun at all, so that was quickly ruled out as an option, and so was dismissing the noticeably odd behavior. Had he finally realized his everlasting love for you, and was currently mentally preparing himself to propose? A quick glance to you right quickly eliminated that theory. Then, what was it?

Every step brought you closer to your destination, as well as added a tiny piece of disappointment to your ever-growing pile. Before you had the chance to prematurely sink into a slump of self-pity, your D.D.D. buzzed in your skirt pocket to notify you that you had received a message over chat.

It turned out to be a message from Iros. You should wear something nice when we meet up tonight. It’ll help me study better ;) Just reading it makes you snort in indignation.

You wish. As much of a shameless flirt as you could be, you couldn’t handle being on the receiving end of flirting. It most definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact that your heart had locked its sights on a certain Tall, Dark, and Prideful who didn’t reciprocate your feelings. Subconsciously, your gaze drifted back toward Lucifer for what felt like the millionth time throughout this heartwarming little couple’s stroll. Oddly enough, he was fixing your D.D.D. with a steely glare.

“Uh, Lucy?” you asked slowly. No doubt about it, the man was acting weird. Maybe he had gotten food poisoning? That must be it! “Is something the matter?”

“I was unaware you and this succubi had gotten so close to one another,” he said, venom oozing from his voice. The spinning wheels in your head that had been working so tirelessly for the entirety of the past few minutes come to a screeching halt.

“Wait a minute…” How had you not seen it sooner? The answer was obvious. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at the ludicrous thought. ”Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped back instantly, but there was a certain look in his eye that made you sure he was lying. Your mouth curled into a cattish smirk as the two of you slowed to a stop outside of your classroom. It would seem that all of your flirting and waiting was finally paying off.

“Of course, of course,” you said, a melodic lilt woven into your words. With a sudden burst of courage that was even stronger than Beel, you took one of Lucifer’s gloved hands into your own and pressed a chaste kiss to it. Adrenaline pumping, you then flounced away as if you hadn’t just given THE Lucifer a good ol’ smack of your lips on his hand.

As expected, Lucifer lowly called out your name, subtly warning you to not walk away from him or else you’d be punished. How unlucky for him that the thought of him punishing you sent a shiver of pleasure along your spine. Looks like you’d have to let Iros know you wouldn’t be able to study after all, as you'd have your hands full with a certain irate demon.

You could hardly wait.

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