#i was a kid during the satanic panic

[nochd]

Also in the Malleus Maleficarum: detailed instructions on how to torture witches to make them confess.

This book was not solely responsible for kicking off the witch-craze of the 16th and 17th centuries, but it bears more of the blame than any other single work.

And to put it in perspective: most of the core concepts of the witch-craze have survived, pretty much unchanged, to this day. Every so often they resurface again, like in the Satanic Panic of the 80s and 90s.

just learned today that there was a german monk who was obsessed with witches and women having sex so he wrote an entire book called the hammer of witches where in one part he describes in detail that witches have the ability to make people’s penises disappear and they keep the penises as pets and feed them oats

[etheries1015]

The Demon brothers w/ MC who has arachnophobia

Arachnophobia: the irrational and extreme fear of spiders

TW: Arachnophobia, panic attacks, vomit

Overview: The brothers decide to make a bet on who can find your fear, and when one hits home and they don’t get the reaction they were truly hoping for, they comfort you in your time of panic. 

Featuring: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Mammon, Satan

WARNING: I wrote this almost two years ago and it’s been just sitting inside of my drafts wasting away until I could find the motivation to write for the last couple of brothers. I did not find that motivation lol. So this has not been proofread, and I decided to just throw it into the pit of fire and share it anyway! Hope you like it nonetheless, but it definitely is not the best of my works. Please keep this in mind while reading.

Otherwise, take a look at my master list to see other works I do! 

Authors note: Based my reaction to real things I personally feel regarding arachnophobia . I can't even look at pictures of them without feeling sick to my stomach, so the reaction is truly how I would feel in this situation... Hope I'm not the only one with this extreme fear, and hopefully its a little relatable.

Scenario:

There weren't many things the MC is afraid of, so it seems.

"So...MC, tell me," Solomon started, "If being surrounded by all of these demons and magic doesn't shake you up, what DOES scare you?" He smiled gently, that mysterious smile. Around the dinner table were all of the brothers during a community dinner at the House of Lamentation, staring intently at MC who only shrunk down into their seats. Chuckling nervously, MC rolled their eyes in slight annoyance.

"That...is something I'm not going to share with you," a cheerful smile planted upon their lips.

That was the very sentence that brought us to our...current situation.

A week passed, the brothers tried everything from ghost stories to walks in the woods late at night. Pretty tame, don't you think? They had a list of different possible fears a normal human may have, since the typical situations the MC found themselves in the devildom seem to not leave a dent in their confidence or bravery. One night, during meal preparation, came their next plan.

"Spiders? Really, Mammon? Levi?" Asmodeus sassily crossed his arms shaking his head in disapproval, leaning against the countertop.

"Hey, trust me. I read this thing -"

"You, Reading?" Satan interrupted Mammon, causing the brothers to snicker.

"Shut it!" Mammon growled, taking a small plastic spider and setting it in the bowl of food meant for MC, "I'm sure ima win this one," he proudly proclaimed, "I looked up a buncha different human fears and this seemed to be a popular one."

"You guys are such kids..." Belphie yawned, trudging to the dining room, "Let’s go eat, Beel."

The red-headed twin looked back at the bowl with a worried expression before turning back on his heel to follow his brother. Each of them entered the dining room where MC sat waiting, along with the group from purgatory hall. A smile was planted on their lips as they joked with the angels and fellow human, thanking Mammon as he set their food in front of them.

"Ah..." MC looked up at Mammon with a confused look, "Thank...you? I could have dished up myself-"

Mammon cut them off saying something rushed and embarrassed along the lines of "I can be nice when I want to, don't get the wrong idea, though!" Before taking his own seat.

The brothers stared in anticipation, watching MC lead the spoon up to their lips

Looking back down at the bowl, MC froze in shock for a moment.

That was when they saw it.

Your reaction

With a shaking hand, you drop the spoon and covered your mouth with your hand, ready to throw up. You quickly pushed the chair back causing it to fall, running to the nearest garbage to throw up what you had eaten. At this point, you were now a shaking, sobbing mess. Your heart was beating so fast, the reveal of the spider in your meal replaying in your head. You couldn't even bring yourself to close your eyes to try and collect yourself, all you could see was that...wretched creature every time you saw darkness.

Their reaction:

Lucifer:

He sensed the immense fear from you immediately and quickly took the initiative to remove the bowl from your grasp.

Though he had taken away the source, he could feel the buildup of fear continue.

He stared in shock for a moment, even though he took away the bowl, you still had reacted the way you did.

After getting over the moment of shock from your state, he had rushed to your side.

He had never seen you so shaken up, he wasn't sure if he should even touch you in fear of making it somehow worse.

Excused himself and you from the table to take you to the kitchen to breath, hugging you when he knew it was okay to do so. (We love consent here)

He thought it was silly, fearing something so small when you don't even struggle with CERBERUS, a literal giant demon dog.

"I don't fully understand the reasoning, but..." He cupped your cheeks with his long, slender fingers gently , looking you intently in the eyes, "I will not allow some little bug take away your smile from us. Or me."

Has the house deep cleaned for any cobwebs or reminders of spiders, he knows how it feels to be so afraid of something that any reminder of said fear is painful, no matter how little or big that fear may be.

Hung Mammon up for the entire idea

This man would protect you from anything, even from a small insect that he has no understanding the fear behind it.

Mammon:

Poor puppy had no idea what to do other than panic, color draining from his face the second he saw your shaking hand and the yelp of fear escape your lips.

Doesn't apologize at first with words, but with actions.

Runs to your side while you are doubled over in fear over the garbage can, wanted to pat your back but instead he just awkwardly waits for you to look at him once you're done throwing up.

Oh boy. He looks like a kicked puppy the second he saw the tears streaming down your face, shaking like crazy.

Wasn't sure what to say, so he just pulled you into his arms.

"I'm ....sorry," he mumbled, awkwardly patting your back in attempt to comfort you.

Will tease you after though, and brag that he won for finding out your fear.

Never did it again, and is secretly on the look out for any spiders around you or the house so he can rid of it before you see it.

He's weak for your tears <3

Leviathan:

He doesn't even know what to do, when you start running to the garbage can he only stares in surprise.

Honestly , he probably isn't the type to actively comfort you right away, he's trying to think of what he could do to help later on instead.

Walks up to you while you're calming down, before asking if you are okay 

Genuinely doesn't understand the fear behind such a small creature, there are millions of other things much scarier in the games you play together.

He would give behind the scenes comfort, making sure his brothers don't bring anything regarding spiders up, and will make sure to proof watch/read manga, anime, and games to make sure it doesn't have anything to trigger your arachnophobia

"I know you think I'm just a weird gross otaku but... I care about these things too! I'll make sure you can enjoy all of our anime and gameplay nights without worrying about something like that!"

Cuddles and anime night with a comfort anime of your choice.

Asmodeus:

He definitely doesn't understand the reasoning behind such a fear, but he too, is willing to ignore that fact when it comes to you.

He doesn't LIKE them because they are unsightly, but for sure isn't AFRAID of them, and thought at first you were the same.

That was...until he saw the genuine fear in your eyes after he ran after you and patted your back as you vomited.

He doesn't do anything directly to help you avoid spiders, but will do anything to comfort you. Head rubs, movie nights in his room, he is more of a .... "Distract yourself from your problems and fears instead of face them" kind of demon.

"Look at me , into my eyes. Forget those awful little things," he gently grabs your hand and sets his forehead against yours, "they can't hurt you, darling. It'll be okay. If you're still scared, shall we sleep together tonight?" He giggles.

He loves you and tries very hard to make you feel better, since your being is (almost) more important than his own. But he isn't always the best at this, since loving others more than him is a bit of a new concept.

He's trying for you xoxo

Satan:

He never thought he would ever see you break with something like this

But understands well enough, he had extended knowledge on different human fears, all the better for his class on manipulating humans...

The calm one, cleaning up the mess while the others panic to be by your side.

Angrily lectures all of the brothers on arachnophobia and the side effects and reactions you may have if this happened again.

Whispering sweet words of comfort as you sob and shake in his arms. Gently rubbing your back while glaring at the brothers. While they could sense your fear, Satan's anger was far greater.

Does blame himself a little bit, since he was aware of the plan but didn't particularly do anything to actively stop it. But makes up for it xoxo

"I know a good cat café near by, if you're up for it, I'll buy you whatever you want as an apology." He kissed your forehead gently.

Before suggesting any books to read, he proof reads them for any sign of spiders, pictures or in depth descriptions could be just as traumatizing! 

Since his room is always a constant mess of books, it’s bound to become dusty. Now, before you enter his room, he makes sure that even if his books are not cleaned up, that the cobwebs and dust is taken care of. 

[froody]

My middle school principal had it out for me in my friends in a way that is super fucked up when I think back on it. He just didn’t like alt kids. I think it was some sort of Satanic Panic/trench coat mafia bullshit hangover. My friend’s birthday was on 4/20 and we were gently ribbing him about it and laughing in the hallway during a group assignment and the principal somehow twisted this into us laughing at the anniversary of Columbine. I will never forget that. A bunch of 13/14 year olds in Marilyn Manson (it was 2014) and Social Distortion shirts, jaws agape in stunned silence. On my friend’s birthday.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My Blessing

Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. Maybe he'd visit them in their dying hour and sneer at them, taunt them as they were about to see what awaits beyond. All of that used to sound so good.

As he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks (no pun intended).

He sees it all. World wars. AIDS epidemic. Satanic panic. More and more pain, people wasting away before his eyes. The music is cool, but he wonders if he'll grow tired of it all. Eddie is still young, he doesn't want to believe that this is all there is. But each year, each decade makes him more and more hopeless.

And he's so, so lonely. He still has Wayne, his vampire uncle (he categorically denies the term "father" or "maker"), but he sometimes too resigned, too used to all the pain and violence. He doesn't know many other vampires and making any sort of a connection with a human is painful to think about. People are so fragile.

He's always loved turning into a bat and just flying around the city, avoiding the curious eyes of humans and finding lone vantage points, observing the night life on the streets. One of his favorite spots is on top of the Harrington bank, a building from the 1920s with old bronze statues and old, tall windows. He started visiting the ledge in late 1980s, sometimes spending the entire night there. He'd land on the ledge and turn back to his real form, plopping down next to a statue of a young man. It's so human-like, Eddie forgets it's just an object, a piece of art, and talks to it. He tells it about the stuff that has been happening in the world, all that's fucked up but also the good things, how he saw a group of girls chasing away a stalker of a random lady, a homeless guy giving his last few bites to a stray dog. How a kid he used to know in the 80s is now all grown up and has children of his own. He sometimes wonders who made the statue, but there is no signature, no mark, just that pretty face looking down at the street, lost in thought.

It's on a stormy night in 2022 that it happens. Eddie lands in his favorite spot, lights up a cigarette (immortal lungs are a great thing to have) and talks to the statue, as always. Tells it how he actually wrote a novel and got it published, summers are long and the daylight doesn't kill him but it sure hurts, rambles about how he got Wayne his first flannel shirt and it was love at the first sight. The rain is thick, heavy, but Eddie likes it, it makes him feel a bit more alive. He hears thunder, closer and closer, but the lightning is probably somewhere behind him, he doesn't see it.

That is, until it hits the statue, and Eddie panics because sure, it was just an object, but it was like his friend, it was a constant in his life, what is he going to do-

And then the statue straightens its spine and groans.

Eddie's cigarette falls somewhere into the streets and burns a hole in the umbrella of a lady bitching about the undeserved help provided to the poor. Not that he notices. His eyes are glued to the statue that stretches its arms and runs its fingers through the thick hair that suddenly has color, a sun-kissed brown, and then it turns to Eddie and smiles.

"Oh finally, I was waiting for ages to introduce myself. Hi. Thanks for keeping me company all those years. I'm Steve. Steve Harrington."

Eddie shakes the offered hand in daze and mutters "Eddie, Eddie Munson" before promptly turning into a bat and...what? Does he want to run away? Does he want to shriek his little heart out and never come back? Probably not. Not with Steve smiling at him like he's the best thing in the whole world. So he just lands on Steve's outstretched hand and squeaks "Still Eddie Munson, only pocket size."

And Steve, bless his heart - does he have one? Do statues have hearts? - just laughs and tucks Eddie under his old-fashioned jacket to protect him from the rain. "Oh, I know. The first time you landed here and turned back, I thought I'd finally gone crazy."

He opens a window behind them and climbs inside with Eddie, a window that's always been dark, the only dark room in the whole building. And then they talk. Well, Steve does.

That's when Eddie learns the room is Steve's, preserved, stocked and cleaned throughout the decades. That he's the only son of the founder of the bank, Richard Harrington, now fortunately long dead and burning in hell. That even before the Great Depression hit, the bank was facing difficulties and Richard Harrington decided to make a deal with...something. Something ancient and lurking in New York, something feeding off the misery of people living there.

That's when Eddie learns that Richard Harrington offered his only son to preserve his fortune.

He just stares as Steve shrugs, retelling his story as if it was no big deal, finding a change of clothes for both of them in a huge closet full of things both old and new, a strange blend of fashion spanning last century. "It was a deal for one hundred years. One hundred years of prosperity for one hundred years of...that. I guess my father felt a little bit guilty afterwards because he included in his will that I'd always have a place to come back to. This room. And some financial security too, that's what he'd said before he passed away. He used to talk to me through that window sometimes, after my mother drank herself to death."

"Uhhh." Edward Munson, ever the eloquent fantasy book author, has nothing better to say.

He turns back to Eddie, smiling at him and offering a black t-shirt. "I don't think he knew I could hear him, that I heard and saw everything. Still, nice to know he cared...as much as he was humanly able to." The smile doesn't falter as he adds: "I don't want to sound pushy, but maybe you should turn back to change clothes? You're still wet."

And oh, Eddie is still a bat. Yep. With a sound that sounds like a plop, he transforms back and takes the t-shirt. "Thank you. Steve. Uh. That's  fucked up, man," he offers lamely.

"Oh yeah, it sucked. Well, used to," he nudges Eddie, tossing him a towel when he sees his hair dripping on the floor. "But then you started showing up. Talking to me." Now his smile is slightly smaller, sad, and Eddie wants to visit Richard Harrington's grave and punch his remains, build them into a bird feeder, revive the asshole and kill him again. "It was just...so lonely. I had no way of telling you, but when you started visiting and just, kept showing up, almost every day, it felt like a blessing."

Eddie swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "A blessing?"

"Yeah." Steve turns to him and the sincerity in his eyes is so intense Eddie feels like turning into a bat again and flying in circles, shrieking into the night. "You were my blessing, Eddie," he says as he squeezes his hand.

And Eddie just stares, his undead heart breaking for this boy, cursed just as horribly if not worse than he is. "You know I'm not...not human, right?" he whispers but his hand doesn't leave Steve's. "I guess you can probably tell from the bat thing, or that I'm literally the room temperature-"

"-or the fact that you once told me that it's a shame I'm not alive because I look delicious and you're sure my blood would be too," add Steve with a mischievous smirk.

"Uh. Shit, yeah. That too," Eddie stutters, trying to recall all the embarrassing stuff he told Steve during the last thirty or so years. "That...doesn't bother you?"

Steve snorts in laughter and shakes his head. "You literally thought I was a piece of bronze an hour ago, man. Does that bother you? Did you prefer me when I didn't talk?"

Eddie scoffs at that, offended. "Hell no. You were just a pretty face, but now you're a pretty face with a ton of personality. I...you know, you were my blessing too, I think. Even if you couldn't answer, I didn't feel as much alone next to you. Is that weird to say?" 

The squeeze of Steve's fingers gives him the answer he needs, but he still melts inside when he hears "not at all. I just hope you won't get bored of me now that I'm...different," he whispers, staring at their joined fingers. "You'll probably find me boring. I don't know much about what's going on outside. I could watch and you told me a lot, but...uh. The world seems so hectic and fast-paced, it will probably take me a while to catch up."

And Eddie has to laugh because that worry is so strange to hear voiced out loud, as if Steve being alive, breathing and next to him, as if that made him something less. "Oh just you wait, Steve. You spent over thirty years listening to me ramble, now I'm expecting at least thirty years of your monologues so we can be even. You know my dirtiest secrets now and I'm a man with a thirst for knowledge. Really," he adds because the young man next to him is still silent, "you have nothing to worry about. I've kept you company and you have done the same for me...and it works for us. So what's a little confusion about these modern days? Come on pretty boy. I will be your guide."

Steve gives him a smile that is so radiant Eddie thinks it should hurt, it should burn him like a torch, but it's just warm. Kind. "I can work with that."

Steve is the only human Eddie ever turns. He expects to agonize over it for much longer, to feel guilty, but Steve has already lived longer than he has and he still has thirst for life that is infectious, something that drives Eddie to join him, try new things, not mourn what is lost to time but be thankful that he has the chance to see it all. He finally wants to participate, to join the world again, not just observe it.

The first time Steve turns to a bat, he ends up flying in circles in absolute ecstasy, laughing and making the weirdest somersaults and loops. Eddie could watch him forever and the best part is - he can. And he does.

But before all that, Eddie brings Steve to see Wayne, to introduce him to his only family. Wayne shakes his hand and gruffly laughs: "Well, look at that. My boy has finally moved on from that statue."

Without missing a beat, Steve smiles at him and announces "oh not at all, sir. I'm the statue."

Eddie has some explaining to do, but for now, he just laughs.

[biblicallyaccuratepigeons]

Hey something that I haven't seen talked about a lot (likely because i haven't looked for it but that's not the point) that's been on my mind lately is Ford's relationship with his fingers (get your mind out the gutter you sicko).

We know that his polydactyly, supplemented with his abnormal intelligence, fed his appreciation and love for weird and unusual things. When he was a kid, he never seemed ashamed at all of his hands at home or alone with Stan. In fact, Stan's replacement of "high-five" with "high-six" in particular is an example of how normal and appreciated he probably felt for a good portion of his childhood (as in, it was normal to be different and weird and not a bad thing).

We also know that he was bullied quite a bit in school, and his extra fingers were an easy target. Crampelter and his goons made Ford ashamed of his hands. Since he was alive and on Earth at about the start of the Satanic Panic, we (with my incredibly limited knowledge, constrained only to hearsay) can only assume the kind of treatment he received as an adult. Even just with what we do have confirmed though, we know that his attraction to the weird was fed by a deep desire to find a place where he was truly normal, where he fit in.

And so his chase led him to Gravity Falls, and he was happy for a time. We see him comfortable with (even proud of) his hands again, marking his research journals with their golden silhouette, and no notable bullying about them; Fiddleford even added extra keys to his laptop. During his dimension-hopping years, he was even made king for a time because of his extra fingers, and who knows what else.

I like how he's depicted interacting with his fingers in the show after he returned home. He does all sorts of eye-catching things, wiggling them around and rolling a die between them more naturally than burning his facial hair off. I like how this contrasts with the way he hid them behind his back and looked at them despondently as a kid, or even his deliberate glorification of them as a researcher. He's truly comfortable with them, and proud of them because they're a part of him.

Anyway that's it that's my thoughts

[morbidology]

During the 1980s, American pop culture was obsessed with the occult and many Americans believed that the occult was infiltrating the minds of the youth. Satanic panic was truly alive and well in 1980s America.

While satanic panic was a ridiculous notion with concerned parents contending that satanic cults roamed the streets, taking drugs and committing human sacrifices, there was one certain case that lent some legitimacy to the fear: the case of “The Acid King,” Ricky Kasso. Ricky hailed from Northport, Long Island, New York, and when he was a young boy, he was an energetic athlete that would wake up at the crack of dawn to play football with his friends. He was described by his parents as “the greatest kid in the world.”

Within five years, however, Ricky would be charged with an alleged satanic ritualistic killing and commit suicide in his jail cell. Where did it all go wrong?

As Ricky developed into a teenager, his ambition swiftly started to fall apart. He got mixed up with the wrong crowd and began experimenting with drugs. First of all, it was just marijuana and hashish but he would very quickly progress onto the harder stuff such as LSD and PCP. “I enjoy the fantasy world of drugs. You can’t stop me. I love drugs,” Ricky once stated to his father, Richard. “He became insubordinate to his teachers then joined in a house burglary and began to get in trouble with the police,” recalled Richard.

Ricky’s parents – both school teachers – tried desperately to wean him from drugs by sending him to South Oaks Hospital – which cost a hefty $45,000 – but to no avail. Eventually, Ricky’s drug use and behaviour became so erratic and he eventually moved out of the family home and subsequently dropped out of school....

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞:

[astorytotellyourfriends]

The one thing that everyone seems to know about Eddie Munson is that when he's not out touring the world with his band, Corroded Coffin, he makes a point to be as invisible as possible in order to spend time at home with his family. Eddie, along with his wife Chrissy of seven years and their two young children, graciously invited Vogue into their Hollywood Hills home that's about as secluded as you can get while still having that coveted Los Angeles zip code.

Vogue: I have to admit, given what I've seen of Corroded Coffin on stage, I think I expected your home to reflect a bit more of that personality.

Eddie Munson: [laughs] You can thank Chrissy for that. She's the brains behind this whole operation, I just do what she tells me.

So there's no hidden dungeon in the basement?

Hate to burst your bubble, but nope. I've been trying to get a sacrificial altar for the backyard, but I haven't found one I liked yet.

Really?

[laughs] I'm kidding. But I had you going, right?

You really did. But that's what you've always done, right? Leaned into the mania of Satanic Panic and made it work for you?

Yeah, I guess so. I mean, people are gonna believe whatever they wanna believe anyway so I might as well give 'em what they want, right? Plus, [laughs] it's a hell of a lot of fun.

What's it like having that devil-worshipper stage persona with two young kids at home? Do either of your kids know what their dad does for a living?

Oh, yeah. They [redacted] love it. Wait, can I say [redacted]?

We can't print it, but you can say it.

[Redacted] yeah. Our little one doesn't really get the whole stage thing yet, but she sure looks cute in those big-ass headphones.

And your other daughter?

Oh, if she could be on stage with me every night, she would be. On our last tour, we had this gimmick where Gareth rigged a bunch of blood packs to his drums to explode during the encore and she thought it was the coolest [redacted] thing in the world. He even offered to let her do it when we were in rehearsals!

And did she?

Maybe.

From the look on your face, I'm guessing she did.

[laughs] Don't tell Chrissy.

Scout's honor. Until this article comes out, anyway.

[Redacted]. Is it too late to say off the record?

Way too late.

[Redacted]. Oh well. Worth it. She had the biggest [redacted] grin on her face when she was covered in fake blood, it was priceless.

Seems like you might be raising a mini version of yourself. Would you support your kids following in your footsteps and joining the music industry?

[Editor's note: At this point in the interview, the eldest Munson child came running out of the back door and pounced on her father, who took it in stride and continued answering questions as though he didn't have a six-year-old hanging over his shoulder.]

I mean, if that's what they wanna do, then hell yeah.

[gasps] Daddy said a bad word!

Daddy did not, Daddy said hell.

Mommy said hell's a bad word.

Mommy also said you were supposed to stay inside, didn't she?

Pip was crying. She misses you.

Do you need a moment?

[laughs] Believe me, if I took a moment for every time I wanted to be with my kids, I'd never get anything done.

Because you love us so much?

Exactly.

How much?

To the moon and back.

That's a lot!

Sure is, kiddo. Now shush and let the nice lady ask her questions.

Ooh, ask me! Ask me! I got lots of stories.

If you don't mind?

It's your funeral. [laughs] She'll talk your ear off if you let her.

What do you think about your dad being a rockstar?

[shrugs] It's okay.

Wow, thanks for the endorsement, kid. You heard it here first: being a rockstar is just okay.

Would you rather he had another job?

[shrugs] What other job?

I dunno. Playing music's the only thing I've ever been good at.

Nuh-uh! Daddy's good at lots of things.

Like what?

Telling stories. Playing with me. One time, he built me a big castle out of pillows and chairs and blankets and we played in it all day 'til Mommy said it was time for dinner. And then we all went to bed in it. Like camping!

Camping? When did you go camping?

Mommy let us sleep outside and said it was like camping. It was when you were gone. I don't like when you're gone. It makes Mommy sad. And then I'm sad. And Pip's sad. You're not going away again, are you?

No, baby. I'm staying right here with you.

Good. [to Vogue] Do you wanna see what Daddy brought home for me last time he went away?

I'd love to.

Okay!

[Editor's note: just as quickly as she came, Munson's daughter ran off to go fetch the present from inside the house.]

Do you need a minute?

Nah. It just… [sighs] never gets easier, you know? Hearing how much they miss me when I'm gone. I miss them all the [redacted] time.

I'm not surprised. Just from the last five minutes, I can see how much she adores you and I can't imagine what it's like to leave that behind, even when it's to go on a worldwide tour.

It's tough. I love my job, don't get me wrong. It's what's given us this house, all the [redacted] that the girls need, anything they could ever want, but… [shrugs] I dunno. Sometimes giving it all up doesn't sound half as hard as leaving them is. Maybe that's just me being ungrateful.

I don't think so. I think it means you're human. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, you know? Torn between two worlds.

[laughs] Now there's an idea for an album. The dichotomy of being a rockstar and a father.

I'd listen to it.

Hell, so would I.

(might continue this with a lil follow-up fic of chrissy and eddie reading the interview before it goes to print... thoughts? 👀)

[tartarusknight]

The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks | Part 2

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Eddie pulled Steve into Hellfire because the man looked liked he needed someone to reach out. And sure, Steve used to be one of the people that made fun of Eddie’s little group of freaks. But seeing the wild look in Steve’s eyes as he calmed down and the way each comment Eddie made looked like a slap to the face to the teen. He didn’t look like someone who would make fun of someone. In fact, he looked like someone who’d be pushed around. So, Eddie brought him in and his friends took one look at Eddie and followed his example. 

In all honesty, Eddie didn’t realize that inviting Steve into Hellfire was actually going to bring Steve into Hellfire. Sure, he thought that Steve would turn to them during moments in class where you need a partner. Or maybe Steve will stop by at lunch. But he didn’t think Steve “The Hair” Harrington was going to stick around. He wasn’t even on Eddie’s radar. Who cared about a fallen king who still had enough of daddy’s money to never be at rock bottom. 

Well, that’s what he thought anyway. Until he found Steve in the middle of a panic attack in the janitors closet. (Honestly, if the dude didn’t look so lost and scared, Eddie would’ve made so many closet jokes.) He had heard Hargrove laughing about pushing that loser around again and made his way towards where they group of assholes had left. After, all it was common knowledge that Eddie had a soft spot for outcasts, for people who had been turned away. So, Steve became his newest project. He never thought Steve would trigger than emotion in his chest but he felt the need to help him.

But now he’s sitting at the table and notices Steve glance over before he’s stopped by the basketball team. Eddie’s moving before he even thinks about it. He stops next to Steve and places a hand on his shoulder. The teen jumps, like he wasn’t aware of Eddie until then. He pushes Steve towards his table and the teen goes willingly. 

“Turning Harrington queer now?” Hargrove spits and he looks annoyed. Like Eddie interrupted his favorite show. 

Eddie huffed a laugh, “why, would you like him if I did that?” He drawled, watching Hargrove’s face grow pink. 

He doesn’t wait, he just heads over to his table and sees Steve awkwardly sitting next to Jeff. Eddie doesn’t go back to the head of the table instead, he drops down next to him. “One of these days, you’ve got to tell us what you did to piss him off.” He jokes and Steve smirks, it makes the cut on his lip stretch to the point Eddie’s worried it would start bleeding again. “He’s the one that beat your face in, right?” 

“Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole.” Steve replies and picks at his food. He moves everything around but doesn’t eat a single bite. It makes Eddie’s eyes narrow. Maybe Steve’s a bigger project than he thought. 

Steve points his fork at Eddie’s shirt. “So Hellfire, what kinda club is that? Mostly I’ve heard that it’s a cult that worships Satan but...” Steve just shrugs like he couldn’t care less. 

“You interested? You aren’t a virgin so I think you’re probably safe from our sacrifices.” Gareth jokes and Steve actually laughs at that. Like he wasn’t worried one bit and it was nice. Even Jeff had been wary of them at first.

Steve leans his chin in his palm and waits for them to explain. “We’re a Dnd club.” Jeff offers and Eddie watches Steve’s face twist for a moment. 

“Uh, Dragons in Dungeons, right?” He questioned but didn’t wait for a response. “It’s got the Mind Flayer and Demogorgon, right?” Eddie’s jaw dropped and couldn’t tear his eyes away from Steve. “The kids I babysit play it.”

“Y-yeah, uh, Dungeons and Dragons.” Eddie nods and Steve looks proud of himself for knowing it. 

“So you all play it?” He questions like he actually wants to know and all Eddie can think is FUCK. 

It’s one thing to help Steve survive his final year of high school. But seeing him actually look like he wants to know about them is too much. He cannot fall for Steve Harrington. Not even as Steve laughs at something Grant says, ripping his food some more. He is not going to fall head over heels for him just because his smiles are soft and he’s making an attempt to befriend them. No way in hell. He’s just seeing a new side to Steve. A side where Steve admits to driving a group of middle schoolers around and how he’s listened to one of them (someone named Dustin) ramble about their campaign. 

Eddie snaps out of it when Steve huff, looking a little annoyed. “I’ve got swim practice or I totally would. I’m curious to see it in action. I’ve heard enough good things about it. I mean if you don’t mind, I could stop by afterwards to watch?” It’s directed towards Eddie and he blinks. 

“You want to watch us play Dnd?” He asks and hears Gareth snort. 

Steve’s face grows pink, “I mean I guess. Is that weird? I don’t have to. I was just curious.” He shrugs and Eddie sees his friends behind Steve nodding their heads, trying to get him to okay it. 

“Nah, darling, it’s not weird.” Fuck did he just say darling? “Might be boring though, are you sure you’d want to?” He questions and watches Steve’s face brighten as much as it could all bruised up. 

“Course I wanna,” Steve shrugs and Eddie’s not sure he’ll survive this if Steve keeps acting like a golden retriever. 

Eddie grins, “I suppose you can come watch but it’s only going to end in with you wanting to play yourself.” 

Steve laughs at that, “I’m not smart enough to join.” He says it like a joke and it sounds like a joke but his eyes say it’s what Steve actually thinks. 

Eddie leans closer, “I always take it easy on first timers.” It’s a lie but his friends seem to catch on and don’t call him on it. “Don’t worry we’ll corrupt you sooner or later.”

Steve looks at him, like he’s trying to get a read on him. “Sure, whatever you say, Munson.” He says and it feels like a promise.

(I’m not sure how much I’ll write for this cause it’s really just for fun lol.)

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Paint It, Black

Prompt Day 9: No Upside Down AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Referenced Drug Use | Tags: AU, Corroded Coffin, Established Relationship, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, Motel Room, Road Manager Steve Harrington Has Had Enough, It's Like Herding Cats

This is set during my fic Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, but this can be read alone. All you need to know is Corroded Coffin is a struggling band on the road, and Steve Harrington, Eddie's boyfriend, has recently taken a job as their Road Manager.

1990 Fresno, California

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

What the actual fuck?

Steve can't even believe what he’s seeing. Can’t fathom it. It’s madness, absolute fucking insanity. What on earth has he signed up for? This isn’t normal. None of this is normal.

"What the fuck are you two dickheads doing?!" Steve finally shouts, unable to modulate his tone even a little bit. He’s a goddamn babysitter. No, being a babysitter would be better than this. Kids don’t know any better. These two assholes definitely do. Goddamn. Fuck.

Eddie barely turns to look at him, and that just makes Steve even madder. 

"Eddie, look at me!" Steve yells, and Eddie turns to look.

"Hi. What are you doing?" Steve asks, though it’s very fucking obvious what they’re doing. They’re painting their motel room black. 

Eddie doesn’t answer, but Gareth does. "Eddie has a thing about orange and green," Gareth says, like that’s a fucking excuse for this. Gareth keeps painting the wallpaper of the dingy motel room. 

"Stop it!" Steve yells, and they both freeze for just a second, then their brushes are moving again. 

He’s quitting. He’s going home. He can’t manage these people. They’re crazy. This is crazy.

"That’s…that’s not even how you paint a wall!" Steve screams at Gareth.

And don’t even get him started on the ceiling. That’s just bullshit. They’re gonna get arrested. Like, for sure. They need a lawyer on retainer, but they can’t afford a lawyer. And they definitely can’t afford to pay for these kinds of damages.

"Looks like it's getting painted to me," Gareth says, slapping more black paint on the wall.

"Do you know how much this is going to cost?" Steve snaps, putting his hands on his hips. He tries to guess, and can’t even come up with a number that seems plausible. They’ve ruined the wallpaper, the carpet, the bedding…the ceiling. The goddamn ceiling.

Eddie’s standing on the desk, which, also ruined. 

"Hey, assholes! What are you on?!" Steve yells. 

Because it must be drugs, there's no other excuse for this kind of behavior. Or they're psychopaths, and he doesn’t think that’s true. He loves Eddie. He’s kind, and sweet, and fucking unhinged, apparently.  

"Little coke," Gareth says, "that's all." 

"That's all? That's all?! Where are Jeff and Goodie?" 

"They’re at a bar. They didn't want to go to Sherwin Williams with us," Eddie says. 

Why would any store sell these two dickheads two gallons of black paint? It was never gonna be used for good. Never, ever.

Where's the satanic panic when you need it? 

"You two dickheads are explaining this. I don't have the words to even try," Steve snaps, but he knows that’s not true. He’ll take care of it. That’s what they’re paying him for. He’s not sure this is the job for him. He loves Eddie, but this is stupid. Cocaine, no cocaine, they both have to know better. Have to know you can’t just paint a motel room because it has a fucking ugly color scheme. 

He gives himself a few minutes to calm down, and then heads for the front desk and asks for the manager. 

"I’m Steve Harrington, road manager for Corroded Coffin. We’re in room 420. Two band members have painted the room partially black," Steve says, unable to believe he’s actually saying these words. "I’m sorry. We’ll pay for the damages."

They go back and forth. When the manager demands to go see the damage, Steve gets there and takes the brushes away, and sends Eddie and Gareth outside to wait. They are definitely banned from this motel for life.

They want to have them arrested for vandalism, and Steve thinks that’s a fucking fair assessment of what happened here. He talks them out of it. Offers to write a big check. They finally agree, and tell him to get their shit out, and never come back.

Jeff’s camera is in its bag, so Steve takes it out and films the damage. They might need this, if they end up slapped with a lawsuit.

The band doesn’t have this kind of money, not at all, so Steve gets out his personal checkbook and pays for the damages. If he doesn’t do that, he’ll have to pay to bail Eddie, and Gareth, out of jail, and he’d rather Eddie not have something so stupid on his record.

He packs up everybody’s shit, and when he gets outside with it, they are both sitting on a curb, as far from the lobby as they can get. Smoking a cigarette, passing it back and forth. Steve snaps his fingers, and points to the van. He has everybody’s shit piled on a cart, and they are gonna load it all up. Then they have to find Jeff and Goodie, because they’re gonna stumble back to a motel they’re no longer welcome in.

Eddie’s hands are a little shaky, Steve can tell he’s sobered up, and now he’s embarrassed. Or worried. Both, probably.

Gareth crawls in the backseat, seemingly unbothered, as always. Figures. Steve gets in the driver’s seat, and Eddie climbs in beside him.

"Do you still love me?" Eddie asks, looking at him, hair in his face.

"Unfortunately, yes," Steve says, and reaches for Eddie’s black paint-stained hand, kissing his knuckles. 

"How 'bout me? Do you love me?" Gareth asks, sticking his head between them. 

"No, never. Sit back," Steve snaps. 

Gareth does. 

"I’m sorry," Eddie says, and Steve is pretty sure he means it.

"I know," Steve says, "but that’s the end of that. We can’t afford to damage rooms like that again."

"Did we have enough to settle up tonight?" Eddie asks, looking worried.

Steve nods, "Yeah, it’s taken care of. Don’t worry."

"Thanks," Eddie says, "we won’t do anything like that again. I swear."

"Good. Thank you. I’m not paid enough for that kind of headache," Steve says, and it makes Eddie smile. 

This is a terrible job. 

But Eddie's here, and Steve's pretty fond of him. So, he'll stay.

Notes: This incident was mentioned in Wake Up Time, but I thought it'd be fun to get Steve's POV on these two dickheads for once. In Tuesday's Eddie had mentioned their property damage in this documentary segment:

Eddie Munson, Rhythm Guitar & Songwriter  "Our tours were a clusterfuck before Steve whipped us into shape. The property damage alone. Bunch of assholes, we were. He eventually broke us of it, it just took a while and a lot of money."

And this is that story, lol.

This idea is based off these lyrics from a Willie & Waylon song:

And there's a motel out in Fresno Where neither one of us can go back You had a thing about yellow and green So you painted the whole room black

Which is total Eddie and Gareth BFF vibes from this universe. (I changed it to orange, to match the Hawkins HS colors.)

And I've said it before, and I'll say it again, this gifset is the perfect embodiment of Road Manager Steve's energy.

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How Would They React To You / MC Telling Them Theyre Pregnant - Surprise!

Lucifer

- His brain would stop working momentarily

- The inner struggle is real!

- How did you get pregnant? WHO'S THE FATHER? Wait he was the only one you were sleeping with... panic!

- On the outside he would first be shocked then would be calm.

- After a few moments he will stop panicking and start thinking practically again.

- Would he be excited? Eventually

- Would his sin rule him? Absolutely he will be proud and boastful.

- Protective? Over the top!

- He will hover over you, he will make sure to do his research and there's no way in hell you'll be drinking coffee or eating anything that will not be good for you or the baby.

- Will be at every appointment! He will not miss anything whatsoever! Every class, every appointment, every ultrasound.

- At the birth, he will either be the best damn coach helping to get you to breath like the classes taught you both or he would be kicked out waiting in the waiting room because he threatened too many nurses and the doctors!

- You will have to fight him to hold the baby! This man will be the one who is up for 2 am feedings and will carry the little one around with him constantly.

- Will be a good but strict dad and will secretly hope more babies are conceived in the future.

Mammon

- He would faint! Absolutely passed out on the ground!

- When he wakes up he will need time to process it!

- He will be overjoyed to say the least! He loves you, even though he has a hard time expressing it with words, he love you so much!

- Then the pure panic will occur when he realizes you don't have the necessities for the baby.

- This isn't his first rodeo! He had a hand in raising the younger 'siblings'.

- Would be be happy? Absolutely he would.

- Would his sin rule him? Yes! He would want only the best for the baby and he would go to any lengths to get it all for them.

- Protective? He wouldn't leave you side! The casino, the money making schemes, everything goes to the sidelines when it comes to taking care of you and the baby.

- Will be at every appointment without fail!

- You will have to assure him that he will be the best dad! This boy has the self esteem if a cucumber, we need to build it up!

- At the birth he is either passed out on the floor in the corner because he couldn't help but 'peak' or he will be sitting behind, breathing with you and letting you break his fingers through each contraction.

- Once the baby is born, you qould hold the baby and he would hold both of you! You and the baby would be his whole world.

- He will be a great dad but he will spoil the baby rotten! He will clean up his act, just to make sure none of his messes affect the baby or you!

Levi

- A complete and utter mess!

- He will inwardly and outwardly panic!

- He will freak the fuck out! What do you expect!

- It will take him a long time till he stops his panicking and starts acting like a damn adult!

- Lucifer and the brothers will most likely have to kick his ass in order for him to stop acting like a child.

- Will he be happy? Eventually but I think it will take him most of the pregnancy before he actually will smarten up.

-Will his sin rule him? Nope! He is a more why me kinda guy at this point.

- Protective? Not until he starts being involved and it is closer to the due date.

- He will not believe it's real until you force him to go to one if the last ultrasounds and he sees the baby with his own eyes. THEN he will begin feeling protective.

- During the birth he would be panicking in the waiting room. Most likely will opt to be in the waiting room. This boy would be passed out on the floor if he wasn't in the waiting room.

- Once the baby is born, he will suddenly change. You're suddenly amazing for what you've went through and he will fall in love with the baby.

- He will be an OK dad. He won't change diapers, doesn't like the germs the kid carries around but once their old enough to play games they will bond like crazy.

Satan

- This man would be terrified and angry.

- Terrified hes gonna be a shit parent (like Lucifer was) and angry at himself for not thinking of the possibility of this happening.

- Can a human give birth to a demon baby? Are they born with horns, wings and tails? What do you do with the baby?

- He will begin researching and has no problem signing up for classes on anything and everything.

- Will he be happy? Absolutely once he stops beating himself up for putting you in this position.

- Will his sin rule him? Nope, instead he will be on his best behavior so he doesn't stress you out because he read somewhere stress is bad for the baby and mother!

- Protective? Absolutely Protective and terrifying to anyone in your general proximity.

- Will not allow most demons around you, will make sure you eat healthy!

- He will be the one scheduling the appointments and making sure you her to all the classes together.

- At the birth, he is the calmest person in the room! He will be there coaching you, holding your hand, making sure you and the baby are safe from beginning to end.

- After the birth, you'll have to fight him for the baby but he will happily share with you! You had his child, he would worship you!

- He would be a great dad! Reading books to the baby before they were even born and the baby would have all the age appropriate books he could get his hands on.

Asmo

- The man would be ruined!

- He would have to share you with the baby! You always paid the most attention to him!

- What if you loved the baby more than him? Could you imagine?!?!

- He would get over himself eventually once you mention you wished the baby had his beautiful eyes or would be just as beautiful as him.

- He would then obsess about baby skin care and pretty clothes. HOPE FOR A GIRL WITH THIS MAN! He would make sure to buy matching outfits!

- Will he be happy? Yes

- Will his sin rule him? Yes, especially as he watches the changes going on with your body! The man would be obsessed!

- Protective? Somewhat, he wouldn't be as protective as most.

- He will be at some of the appointments but will be grossed out by the whole birthing process when explained.

- At the birth, he will not be in the room! Instead he will be making sure to book spa treatments for you for after the birth! Giving birth is not sexy and he would rather not know all the gross details.

- After the baby is born he will dress them up like his own doll. He will love them and fawn over them but you get the diaper changes and 2 am feedings.

- He's an OK dad. The kid would have the best skin and outfits though!

Beel

- Oh our good boy would be happy!

- Hes the family man out of the bunch!

- He will have the best reaction out of everyone because this man screams good father!

- He would be so excited when he hears about wierd pregnancy cravings and he will be the most understanding when you ask him to get deep fried bats with ice cream and pickles at 3 am.

- Will he be happy? Over the moon happy!

- Will his sin rule him? Absolutely it would! You're eating for 2 remember!

- Protective? Oh yes! He will make sure no one messes with you and half the time, you won't be walking anywhere, he will demand to carry you around.

- He will as Satan and Lucifer every question he can about babies and pregnancies.

- He will be at every appointment, every class, everything. He is so supportive.

- At the birth, he's right there with you! He will most likely want to watch the baby being born. CHILD BIRTH IS A BEAUTIFUL THING!

- After the baby is born he will be with you through it all. He will be scared he might hold the baby too tight or drop the baby but he will be a natural!

- Beel would be the best dad out of the brothers! He would also have so much love and appreciation for you! He wants more kids!

Belphie

- This man would be the least phased.

- He would not get excited or anything, he would just go back to bed.

- Would need Beel to make sure he actually gets involved. Babies are hard work and Belphie wants nothing to do with this.

- Belphie would give in when he sees Beel excited with you. The jealous bitch would get involved more at that point.

- Would he be happy? He would be on the fence.

- Would his sin rule him? Yup, it's just another day at the office for this brat.

- Protective? Not entirely, unless someone insults you or the baby.... then they're dead! But will go back to sleep after like nothing happened.

- He would be at every appointment because Beel would be at every appointment!

- At the birth, he would be there sleeping in the corner or out in the waiting room asleep.

- Once the baby is born he will love the snuggles and naps. That baby is his and they will sleep together. He will suddenly be completely protective!

- He will be an good good dad once he bonds with the baby. Let's just hope the baby isn't completely like his daddy.

Lord Diavolo

- This man would be joyous but wouldn't be surprised by the news.

- Barbatos already informed him of the news weeks prior to you finding out.

- What do you expect when you're with a man who has a breeding kink?

- He would be moving you immediately and Barbatos already has the wedding planned! No illegitimate royal children here!

- Would he be happy? Very very happy.

- Would his sin rule him? No his royal bloodline would! You will marry him immediately, you will live in the castle, you will be his queen!

- Protective? Completely over protective! No walking for you, the royal doctors will see you on a regular basis, you will be subjected to only healthy food because Barbatos demands it and you will have private tutors instead of going to RAD. The less demons near you, the safer you are.

- He will be with you, supportive and excited through the whole process. Appointments and classes? Check! Pregnancy cravings? Check!

- At the birth he and Barbatos will be with you! Probably a home birth with a royal doctor overseeing the process. He will talk you through the whole thing.

- After the child's born, he will show that baby off! He would be up at 2 am with you, will take him or her with them everywhere he can and can't wait to get you pregnant immediately when the doctors okay it.

- He will be an amazing dad! He will make sure you and the baby are always taken care of, but when the kids older you'll have to watch out for the pair being mischievous together.

Barbatos

- This man was the one who told you that you were pregnant!

- The moment it happened, he knew and to say he was pleased was an understatement.

- He walks you through your shock and the instant fears that pop in your head.

- He already knows you'll be a fantastic mother and do his excitement is contagious and you both look forward to the coming months.

- He makes sure you eat healthy, makes sure your at your appointments and goes to every class.

- Would he be happy? YES!

- Would his sin rule him? Yes! He would make sure every location the babu and you would be in properly prepared, baby proofed and safe!

- Protective? Insanely Protective! He would not let anything happen to either of you!

- During the birth, he's in there with you, coaching you, making sure the doctors keep on task and excited for the baby to finally be here.

- Once the baby is born, he takes the time off that's necessary! He will not leave you or the baby for anything, including the young master.

- This man would be a fabulous father. A little on the strict side but you'll have the most well behaved children in all 3 realms.

- He would already have a team of staff to take over jobs he normally does for Diavolo. They would have been trained for this moment for centuries before you were even born!

Simeon

- Oh our poor angel would be shocked, potentially cry and would most definately would panic.

- He wings might just instantly burst into flames at that moment! He would fall for you and his child.

- He wouldn't regret it for a second and would be happy once the panic settles.

- This man would be so supportive through it all after all his craziness with the potential falling and all.

- Would he be happy? Hell yes

- Would his sin rule him? He's an angel lol well unless he falls.

- Protective? Extremely protective of you and his baby, you will not be alone without him.

- He would be proactive with all the appointments and everything! He has been through this before with Luke!

- During the birth he will be another one behind you, holding you and making sure you're ok through the whole way.

- After the birth he will be up with you at 2 am for feedings, will change diapers snd will show off your baby to everyone he could! He will be such a proud daddy!

- He will be an amazing dad, he already is with Luke!

Solomon

- This many would just smile when you tell him.

- Inside he might be nervous but outside he will only show you how calm he is.

- He will accept it even if he is freaking out.

- He would be the type to do research and try to come up with potions for you to take for your morning sickness... Barbatos will stop him from actually giving it to you though, last thing anyone needs is an accidental potion incident.

- Will he be happy? Yes

- Will his sin rule him? This man is human but he's sinfully good at getting into trouble.... I'm sure the brothers will watch him for you!

- Protective? Yes but not as Protective as some of the others.

- He will be at all the appointments and be completely fascinated by the entire process.

- During the birth, he will most likely want to be right in there watching. He will not be out in the waiting room but you might need Simeon ro coach you through it since Solomon will only be concerned with this great experience.

- After the baby is born, you might want to take the lead. He would want the baby tinkering in the lab with him or some shady shit.

- He will be a good dad, but seriously he would try cooking for the kid! DONT LET HIM!

Luke

- He would be so excited! He is going to be a big brother?

- He would want to be there for everything except the birth!

- Shopping for the baby? Cooking healthy food for you? Making sure everything is ready before you have the baby? Yes to all!

- He would be so protective of you, even if you're having a demon baby! To him it doesn't matter because he's going to be the best big brother he can be.

- During the birth he would be panicking and pacing or stress baking to keep his mind off everything.

- After the baby is born he will be mesmerized by the little one. He will want to hold the baby as soon as he is allowed.

- Best Big Brother Ever!

[nicobicobee]

Hi! I’ve never done an ask before (or done much of anything with tumblr) but I was wondering if you could do Levi x male reader where the reader stims (toe taps, hand shaking etc.) when he gets excited but is used to people teasing him for it? Sorry if it’s weird! Thank you ^^

YESSSSSS OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

Stim Bros!

Leviathan x Male! Reader

Content: Male reader stimming when excited, Leviathan being a SIMP, some hurt/comfort

A/N: Still taking requests, only Obey Me still as that is what I am hyperfixated on currently. This request is seriously the cutest, I hope you enjoy!

Levi had noticed it at first when he was showing you an anime he really liked. You had started tapping your toes on the ground and bouncing up and down during one of the exciting scenes and he suddenly found himself staring at you instead.

It became something he noticed a lot more as the days went by. You wiggled when you ate something enjoyable, and you would shake your hands when something got you really excited or you saw something cute.

The others noticed it too, and Levi often heard them talking about it.

“It’s so cute when he does that!” Asmo would squeal, gushing about how adorable it was that it was so easy to tell when you got excited.

“It’s rather interesting. I hadn’t heard of humans doing that before, but it seems like he does it out of joy.” Satan would nod in understanding, analyzing the situation far too deeply.

“I’m worried about him hurtin’ someone! Those hands are dangerous, man!” Mammon would shout, far too loud and boisterous. As usual.

Levi found himself mimicking the movements, finding it as an excellent output for energy when a game or show got exciting.

It all came to a head one day when you sat in his room, sitting in the floor with him in front of his TV with a pile of snacks between the two of you.

“Go Ruri-chan!” You cheered, your hands flapping up and down excitedly.

Levi was sitting back on his heels and began doing the same thing, grinning at the TV and watching it with great interest.

Suddenly your hands stopped flapping and you looked over at him out of the corner of your eye, before focusing back in on the TV. Did he do something wrong? Why did you stop? Was the show underwhelming? Did you not like it anymore?

“Are you… making fun of me?” Your voice was timid, but Levi heard what you said loud and clear. The tears that formed in the corners of your eyes sent him into a panic.

“Wha-what?! No, no, no! Of course not!” Levi shook his head rather violently to get his point across. “I just- I saw you doing that and I thought it looked fun— I didn’t mean to upset you I swear! I just—” his face turned red with embarrassment, “I thought you looked really cute when you did that!”

His words were a jumbled mess and he was doing a very impressive cosplay of a strawberry, but you understood most of the words that left his mouth.

Laughter bubbled past your lips and you smiled, despite the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I thought— I thought you were trying to make fun of me! When I was younger so many kids would mock me by flapping their hands that I thought—” you peered at him through watery eyes, “I’m sorry, Levi I should have known you would never do that.”

“No it’s okay I understand!” Levi hesitated when he reached out, finally resting his palm against your face and brushing a stray tear away with his thumb.

He was terrified that you would reject the touch, repulsed by the idea of a stinky otaku touching you but you leaned against his hand, resting your own on top of it.

“Thank you, Levi. I’m really lucky to have someone like you.” You smiled, leaning forward and wrapping your arms tightly around Levi.

It took a moment for Levi to steel himself enough to hug you back, but when he did he squeezed you. It was one of those hugs that held all the pieces of you threatening to fall apart together.

It was just what you needed.

He was just what you needed.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Day 16 - Queen Mab

Race: Night

Alignment: Neutral

April 11th, 2024

Irish folklore is a strange rabbit hole to plunge down, filled with legendary heroes and strange villains, but the story of Cu Chulainn, the protagonist of the Ulster Cycle, is one that has always caught my interest. This story was the originator of many a trope, many a book series, and its main antagonist, the menacing Queen Medb, is an incredibly fun example of a femme fatale and a warrior queen.

Medb was the queen of the kingdom Connacht, a woman who had many lovers and was famous for her promiscuity... and trickiness. Cunning and ruthless, and with a propensity for manipulation, she served as the ultimate enemy of Chulainn, at first trying to seduce him with her daughters until eventually realizing that the plan wouldn't work, likely due to Chulainn's fealty towards his wife (or, alternatively, his asexual swag.) According to irish folklore, Medb could also be very, very similar, if not the same as Medb Lethderg, goddess of sovereignty in the irish Kingship of Tara.

Medb came to power in the story 'Cath Bóinde,' wherein she was born under the care of High King Eochaid Feidlech, a man who was purported as having killed the former king to take his place. Medb was married off to the king of Ulster, Conchobar mac Nessa, and in spite of them having a daughter, the marriage soon fell apart. They left, yet Medb held a grudge, and seeing that Eochaid had given Conchobar another one of his daughters, Medb went ballistic. She slaughtered her while still pregnant, leaving the child to be born via a medieval C-section. The king of Connacht was also desposed of around this time, and Eochid put Medb back in her rightful spot, now as Queen of Connacht.

After all of this, several marriages and kids, and a rise to power, Medb felt on top of the world. In her bloodlust with all of the power she gained, she soon grew jealous of her husband being richer than her... albeit only by one bull's price. Since the person who held onto this bull, Dáire mac Fiancha, rejected her offer, she went to take it by force, landing her in her first major conflict with the wandering teenaged warrior Cú Chulainn.

Ever since this very first conflict, their storied rivalry encompasses many a tale, eventually ending in Cú Chulainn's death, in which the warrior ties himself to a stone to keep fighting, even as his life comes to an end. I'll go more into this in the future during my Sentana/Cú Chulainn analysis, but needless to say, Medb's involvement in the Ulster Cycle makes for a fascinating deep-dive into Irish folklore.

As far as her design goes, the epithetical Warrior Queen has a rather strange appearance in the SMT series, almost appearing like a punk rocker such as a member of KISS- albeit with much more color. However, I have a personal theory as to why this may be- and it all has to do with cultural perceptions.

Queen Medb was seen as deviant, a cruel woman who rose to power with her own overwhelming strength, and while she was a bastard, a bit of the hatred felt towards her could be due to a sort of misogyny common in the middle ages. This is all purely conjecture, of course, but a controlling and domineering woman could've been something seen to be feared...

Much like how punk-rockers were seen as satanic in the 90's. During the satanic panic, a lot of people outside of regular circles were ostracized as being demonic in some way, shape, or form. Metal bands were especially targeted by this moral crusade, and it may just be where the influence for her design came from!

Past my own pet-theory, though, the rest of her design is rock-solid. A helmet-esque mask, steel breastplate, and long blade all play well into the 'Warrior Queen' quality she's well known for, and her gloves appear as snakeskin or even latex at first glance, playing into her domineering and controlling role. All in all, while Queen Mab wasn't my favorite demon at first, the research into her folklore has led me to finding an all new appreciation for the Ulster Cycle's main antagonist.

[nicosraf]

Hi Rafa!

Back again in your inbox and I have what’s probably a silly question but I am nothing but silly and goofy so I’ll ask anyway

I was thinking about yk the verious depictions of lucifer (as every sane and normal person does) and it got me wondering onwhat made you decide to characterise Lucifer the way you did, mainly because usually in modern media he’s very much seen as a anti-hero and mostly he’s seen as a good (-ish) guy that didn’t do too much wrong, the rebellion is usually very much written off as something akin to teenage rebellion and God is just seen as a disappointed parent that had no other choice but teach a lesson to his kids (and well that is of course because gods forbid someone sees God as anything less than the perfect father but I digress), for example the Lucifer series does this and in part too hazbin hotel.

And idk it was refreshing to see your read of Lucifer, he starts good and very much kidlike and then his wonder and love become corrupt I’d say, I struggle to call him evil because well for one I have what could be considered too much sympathy for him and I understand him, he was set up to fail in a lot of ways. So I guess I just wonder what made you say “no I’m going to keep the “bad” and “evil” that is in him”

(I am aware that the answer is probably just well he’s like that in most classical depictions but idk I want to hear you ramble about Luci and his development because that’s always interesting and I love it ajdhsh)

Sorry for the confused ramble anyway lots of love from Italy <3

-J :)

Hello! This is a dangerous question!! I have many many essays I'd love to write about the depiction of Lucifer in media and about what eventually led me to making Lucifer like that. It's also fresh in my mind right now because I saw that Lucifer Hazbin Hotel episode recently. (I actually don't have a ton of thoughts on Hazbin Lucifer. He is very cute, but Hazbin isn't trying to be theological I think; it's just having fun with the mythology.)

I would say that societal depictions of Lucifer always mirror a lot of the way that society has come to understand not the devil, but God, parent-child relationships, authority, tradition, and so on. Some people think Paradise Lost was the first to make Lucifer a hero, but it's actually very clear that Milton wanted his flaws to outweigh the good things, to make Satan ultimately a bad person, and to justify God's actions to us.

Like 200 years later, William Blake started saying that Paradise Lost was pro-Lucifer, though by accident: "Milton was of the Devil's party without knowing it." But Blake lives in a very different time, during the French and American revolutions and the industrial revolution. Old traditions and empire are getting shaken up, the story of Lucifer looks a lot more heroic.

I won't get too much into how Satanic panic affected things (or even the rise of anti-theist communist regimes!), though I think the Satanic panic of the 90s really exacerbated Lucifer's connection to teenage rebellion. (Also, I'm focusing on the US because of how much their media is exported and influences other countries).

But so then we got the modern Lucifer I used to see quite a bit — suave, night club owning, slutty, probably referenced bisexual, manipulator of women. I always thought this development was kind of strange. It's almost like what Blake did to Milton's Lucifer; we didn't change how the people before us thought of him, we just decided that the Lucifer we're supposed to hate is actually super cool.

But I was not super compelled by this Lucifer. And I reference these lines a lot, but the idea of Satan in Western Christianity came from several passages from the Bible, one of which is Ezekiel 28, and I was really struck with line 14: “You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till wickedness was found in you," as well as the multiple times the chapter stresses that the cherub of Eden fell because of his corrupting beauty above all.

I realized I never really saw "blameless" Lucifer, innocent Lucifer. In a lot of interpretations, he's just sort of born wrong or always a little Evil. But the lines say that he was innocent once, and I got really caught up in that. I thought of God watching Lucifer be beautiful and innocent in all that time (like a voyeur).

It felt like the next step in Lucifer's development to take the child-parent relationship between him and God and make it ugly. (Though sticking with the dichotomy of good vs evil didn't really work for me. Lucifer isn't good but he's not evil either, and the weird love and hate mixture is what brings him closer to how God is, too (to me)).

We live in a day and age where all authority is being critiqued, where we don't laugh at teenage rebellion as much. I mean, if you watch any recent Disney movie, you'll see parents learning from their children to stop the cycle of generational abuse. And, of course, with Lucifer becoming so associated with queerness (Lil Nas' MONTERO for example), the framing that he's just a metaphor for a teen rebel who will one day realize his dad was right... falls apart. Lots of teens kicked out of their house for being gay are grown up now and making shows/movies/etc.,. And I think it's always better not to shy away from trauma victims being imperfect and, occasionally, cruel.

So. yeah! I've always been surprised that Lucifer as an imperfect victim of parental abuse, running away, taking some of his sibling with him, isn't more common in general.

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 5: beel, asmo / photos

ao3 link

note: this one's short n sweet! takes place post-jtta ^^

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!”

“Huh? What?” Beel jerks upright as Asmo barrels into the kitchen - his spoon clatters to the table in mild panic. “Did something happen?”

“Look at this!” Asmo wails, practically slamming an orange-cased D.D.D. on the table. “You were hiding these this whole time?!”

“Huh?” Beel seems to have already forgotten that he lent it to him. “What?”

Asmo rubs his eyes furiously, sniffs, then asks, “You didn’t even notice?”

“Notice what?” He asks cluelessly, then finally looks down at the screen. “...oh…”

IK’s eyes - very, very close to the camera - stare back up at him. Like an inquisitive sort of little bird.

He pushes away his bowl with one hand and pulls his phone towards himself with the other. He’s cradling it like something precious, wearing the sort of softly awed face you’d use for a baby animal.

Asmo isn’t sure whether or not to laugh. Beel hasn’t even realised there’s more than one picture yet.

He lets him remember to swipe in his own time. Silently, he watches him skim through IK’s little impromptu photoshoot - none of it quite taken seriously, but earnest all the same.

Beel stops on Asmo’s favourite - the one where her face is behind a glass of water, so that it warps in funny places. Maybe it’s because the warping obscures it somewhat, but this is the only one where IK’s wearing a full grin. The other smiles are sweet, but small and a little awkward - this one, for lack of a better word, is just plain joyous.

Asmo takes a look at Beel’s face. He doesn’t feel as silly for bursting into tears now.

Beel has exactly two pre-existing albums - Asmo knows this because he was snooping through them before he spotted the selfies - one for food (dishes he wants to try, promotional restaurant posters, and everything in between), and one for family.

This one is a little more curated than the food album; given his lack of photography ambition, most of Beel’s gallery is filled by courtesy of his brothers messing around, so he’s more selective about which ones to commit to memory. Asmo watches Beel select the entire block of sneaky selfies, and saves them next to a magazine-worthy shot of Belphie staring out into the horizon.

He gets it. He’s feeling sentimental, too.

Beel is quiet for a little while longer. Finally, he says, voice perhaps a touch thicker than usual, “When did she have time to do that?”

Asmo had thought the same thing - which is why he’s already checked the timestamps. It seems IK was making a game of it for a little while, because the pictures come in bursts over a period of about a week. There are twenty-two in total.

Beel doesn’t seem to expect an answer. In fact, he’s already moved on. “I should show Belphie…”

He’s looking at the photo where Belphie’s tousled hair is just about visible in the background - IK’s done her absolute best to capture his sleep-contorted face. Based on the odd angle - and the blurring - she dropped the phone on him immediately after taking the picture.

He scrolls through the whole set one more time, then says affectionately, “I don’t think IK thought I’d find these.

He’s pointed out a certain quirk to her smiles. Asmo nods fondly; yes, that’s definitely the look of an IK who thinks she’s getting away with something. She does the same thing when she thinks Satan hasn’t noticed her drawing lines on his arm during study sessions.

“Gosh, I feel crazy,” Asmo sighs, then abruptly face-plants forward onto the table. “They’re just pictures, but I feel like I’ve just watched her win an award or something.”

“Is that what it is?”

“Maybe? Like, oh, that’s our girl, you know?”

“It’s…” Beel doesn’t finish the thought before moving onto the next. “...hmm. Do you think that’s what having kids is?”

“Having—” Asmo chokes on nothing in particular. “Huh? I’m too young to be a parent! That’s totally not the same thing.”

Beel doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll ask Lucifer.”

“That doesn’t count. He’s old.” He clears his throat and relaxes again. “...it’s a different thing. I don’t think there’s a name for it… I just think it means family.”

Beel smiles. “I think so, too.”

[beelsfridge]

My Eldest Brother (But He’s My Father)

Trigger Warnings/Tags:

Mentions of Child Neglect/Jealously/Hurt/Comfort/Hate/Depression/Father&Son/Thoughts of Death/NoMC/Panic Attacks/Some Flasbacks/Kid!SatanHeadCannons/Mammon is a good big bro/self deprecation/ identity crisis

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Synopsis:

Satan can’t help but feel the rage boil in him during a school festival at the sight of Lucifer

But there’s another feeling lingering as he stares at the kindness and gentle expressions he shares with the someone so small.

Ones he never saw growing up.

Or

When Satan realizes that he yearns and longs for something he can never have

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Why is it that he feels like he’s going to implode at any given moment.?

Thump Thump Thump

His heart beating so fast, his palms itching with pure wrath. this feeling .. one he’s not felt in quite a while. There’s other emotions there that he doesn’t comprehend…but the one emotion he does recognize—the feeling that makes him want to destroy everything around him.

Including himself.

____

“So let me get this straight,”Mammon says as he leans back into his chair in a such a mannerless way,”Ya want us to..organize a festival?…for what again?”

Scoffs and groans of annoyance echo the room as the brothers sit around the table.

“Really Mammon?” Asmo says with a huff.

“Were you seriously not listening to a single thing Lord Diavolo said?” Levi asks bewildered.

“Of course he wasn’t. He’s Mammon.” Belphie retorts as Beel hums in agreement.

Lucifer sighs and holds the temples of his head in annoyance,”I apologize Lord Diavolo, it seems my younger brother needs a reminder on his manners.”

“O-oi…”Mammon says with a hint of fear in his voice,”What ya mean by that Luci?”

Lucifer only shoots him a stern look making Mammon gulp in response.

Diavolo laughs in response shaking his head in a cheerful way,”No worries Lucifer, I’ll be able to review just to make sure you all understand your responsibilities. So to make things short, we’re going to be holding a school festival for both students and their families to enjoy.”

“If I may ask Lord Diavolo, is there a particular reason for wanting to hold this sort of festival?” Lucifer asks—unsure why Diavolo would suggest something so suddenly.

Diavolo smiles in response,”As you know, there are a lot of demons still hesitate on sending their kids to R.A.D as it is. I’m hoping if we open this event to the community we’ll see an increase in enrollments for all ages. But more towards the younger children especially.”

“I see.” Lucifer says looking down at the paper with the list of things needed for the festival.

“Which is why! I thought to ask none other than the Lords of the Underworld themselves!! Seeing that you all have such a familial bond!” Diavolo hums in excitement.

“Er…”Levi says,”I’m not sure if we’re the best people for the task.” He admits.

Lucifer doesn’t hesitate to agree much to everyone’s surprise ,”I agree, we’re as dysfunctional as one can get.”

“Which is precisely why I asked you all!” Diavolo says with another cheerful laugh.

“Er..is that a compliment or an insult?” Mammon asks unsure of what he really means.

Diavolo doesn’t answer the question,”I have full confidence that you will be able to create a memorable night for us all.”

“Well if you ask me, that sounds like a perfect opportunity to flaunt my looks to all of Devildom!” Asmo sighs with joy caressing his face delicately.

“I guess…. It sounds a little fun.” Belphie murmurs with Beel humming in agreement.

“There will be a lot of tasty food.” Beel says licking his lips.

Levi says shaking his head“I don’t know, sounds like a lot of people ..and socializing..” His face falls with horror before huffing out,”But maybe..someone there might like rui chan..like me.”

“Well I for one absolutely love the idea of a festival. A buncha people coming with tons of money- I mean tons of family. Sounds like an amazing thing if you ask me!” Mammon with a laugh.

Diavolo smiles with joy before turning to Satan,”You’ve been awfully quiet Satan. What are your thoughts?”

Satan stays quiet for a few moments longer before responding in a sigh,”I suppose I have nothing better to do.”

“Lord Diavolo-“ Lucifer says before getting cut off.

“Excellent! It’s decided then! I officially call this meeting adjourned!”

__

It’d been about a week since Diavolo announced the festival, everyone had been pretty busy working on it. They seemed pretty excited about it too.

Satan however was absolutely appalled by the idea when Diavolo first mentioned it.

But he only agreed because Lucifer seemed so against it.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the idea…but what exactly does someone get out of something like that?

The idea of parents coming with their children to a festival together and enjoying themselves isn’t exactly making any sense to Satan.

He feels like he’s missing something. Something he can’t put his finger on.

“ I mean- of course I can provide the reasonable entertainment for the festival. What kinda person does Lucifer think I am Yknow? Just wait til he sees who I got for that festival -“ Mammon says before noticing Satan’s continuous silence.

Usually he’d be calling Mammon irresponsible or something like that.

“Oi-“ Mammon whistles— stirring Satan out of his thoughts ,”You’re awfully quiet today Satan. Got sum on ya mind?”

Satan looks over at Mammon who so happens to be cutting some vegetables. After all, they were both on kitchen duty tonight.

Satan contemplates whether he should express his thoughts or not. Or well..whether he should express them to someone like Mammon.

“Not really..” Satan says as he furrows his eyebrows peeling some of devildoms finest potatoes.”

“Oi- don’t gimme any of that. I know you too well Satan,” Mammon crosses his arms, abandoning his duties,” If there’s something on yer mind tell me. That’s why yer big bro is here!” He smiles joyously.

“Mammon.” Satan says in a serious tone.

“Ya?”

”The Buffo Toad is on fire.”

Mammon squeals as he turns quickly to find the pan on fire. He attempts to save the dish from further damage.

Satan can’t help but chuckle at Mammons antics.

It’s so familiar to him.

“Ohhhhh Satan!” Mammon calls out from a distance,”Where’d ya go buddy?”

Satan wraps the blanket around him tighter, hiding himself away in a small closet space as he sniffles quietly to himself.

It’s not long before the darkness of the closet is overcome with light as the door opens behind him.

“There ya are…”Mammon says with a gentle tone,”What ya doing in here by yourself?..”

Satan attempts to wipe away his boogers and tears,”It’s none of your business. Leave me alone.”

“Nu uh. I know you too well to know when you’re upset.” Mammon tells him before stepping into the closet and closing the door behind him.

He crouched down and sits next to Satan, gently patting his head,” You can tell me anything. I’m your big bro for a reason!”

That’s when Mammon bumps the shelf behind him with his elbow on accident causing everything to fall on top of him.

He lets out a small yelp but instinctively shields Satan from getting hurt as he quickly hovers over him,”Man I told Levi not to put his stinkin junk in here!” He scowls.

Satan looks up at Mammon and let’s out a small laugh forgetting the reason why he was even crying to begin with

“Gah!” Mammon says with a sigh of relief,”I hope no one minds a bit of burned buffo toad.” He smiles before sulking immediately after at the thought of Lucifer scolding him.

Why did Satan remember that? Mammon is always getting into trouble.

Why was this time any different than before?

How weird. He doesn’t understand.

He decides to not think about it anymore for the time being. If he lets Mammon take control of preparing the food, chances are he’ll burn everything on accident.

——-

Dinner was manageable. But Satan still felt like something was troubling him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Maybe he can look for a book that might have the answers he’s looking for.

“Where are you going Satan?” Asmo asks all his brothers (except for Lucifer) settle down in the living room for movie night.

“Back to my room.” Satan states.

“But it’s movie night!” Asmo exclaims.

“Well Mammons not here either-“ Satan points out.

“That’s because Lucifer got to him first.” Levi shivers in fear.

“What did he do this time?” Satan asks with a confused expression.

“Dunno. We all took off before he could process what was happening. Something about the festival I’m assuming” Asmo says.

Levi nods in agreement,”Anyways! If I get dragged out of my room every Thursday for this there’s no way you escaping that easily.”

“Well Belphie already sleeping-“Satan points out.

“Huh?” Levi looks to Belphie who’s snoring soundly ,”Oh that’s totally unfair!”

“Belphie! Wake up!” Asmo groans while shaking him to wake him up.

“I’m hungry…”Beel says.

“You’re always hungry!” Asmo huffs.

As they argue amongst each other Satan decides to sneak away while he still can. He can’t help but let out a small smile at their ridiculousness.

But that feeling… that feeling ..what is it?

“But how are you so sure he’s not gonna wreck everything again!” A voice rings from the living room. It’s Asmo.

“Yeah, last time he destroyed the TV. We couldn’t get a new one for weeks.” Levi states. There’s a hum of agreement from what is presumably Beel.

“Why don’t y’all go easier on him- he’s just a kid.” Mammom tells them,”I’ll watch him. I’ll take responsibility if anything happens. Just give him another chance-“

“That’s like letting a ticking time bomb in the room! No way! Besides last time you said the same thing but we all got scolded by Lucifer anyways!” Asmo tells him.

“I got nothing against the kid.” Belphie says,”But how can you control something like that?

“It’s not like he asked for his sin! You guys are total jerks Yknow that?!!” Mammon tells them off.

The door creaks slightly.

There’s a silence that falls between them all.

“Satan. We know you’re there.” Mammons voice calls out,”You can come out.”

Satan backs away from the door. When he sees it pushed open a bit more slightly he takes off running.

“I didn’t ask ..for this!” He heard his own voice echo through his head. His chest feels heavy. That itching feeling in his hands. That hot fire that spreads throughout his body.

“I can’t- I can’t control myself. I can’t help- I can’t help it-“ Satan says feeling overwhelmed.

He blacks out completely.

Satan stares into his room. It’s eerily quiet inside. How long was he just standing there?

He’s not particularly fond of that memory. So why did he remember it just now?

He feels his chest bubble in anger.

How annoying.

He picks up the flyer for the festival, one that Asmo made a few days ago that had already gotten approved by Diavolo…

Ever since they brought up the festival all that happens now is is these damn memories that keep resurfacing.

He knows his brothers do not behave that way toward him anymore. Nor is he a raging revenge driven like his younger self.

so why does he dwell on the feeling longer than he should?

And what feeling is he dwelling on exactly? It feels bitter. But in a different way as opposed to wrath.

He feels… he feels…

!

Satan places the now torn flyer on his desk and let’s out a sigh.

He doesn’t know.

___

With every passing day, Satan could feel his emotions spark into more dangerous thoughts which inevitably evolved into more a physical and verbal form.

And he wasn’t the only one who noticed this behavior. After all, it seemed as if the fourth born was intentionally avoiding his own family.

He’d go straight to his room after school, he’d go straight to his room after dinner. He wouldn’t stick around for events very long or at all.

And whenever someone asks him something— no matter what it was —he’d feel himself snap just like that.

Like the incident the other day at breakfast.

He was usually one of the firsts one to show up to breakfast. Always early.

But he was uncharacteristically late. And his appearance was no better, at least he thinks so. A bit disheveled and some baggy eyes.

But despite never being late like so. It still earned him a simple warning from Lucifer.

And that especially pissed him off.

While his brothers thought he was let off fairly easily, Satan could feel the fireworks attempting to go off inside.

Even so—breakfast continued. Each going on and on about their excitement for the festival. Each having contributed to its success as expected. Even Mammon who’s mainly known slacking off and putting half effort into something seemed pretty excited.

Everyone seemed. Excited. For this..family event.

He felt bitter again.

Satan had plenty of family nights before. This one should be no different.

…it shouldn’t feel so different..

So everyone continues breakfast, just as they normally would.

“Satan,” Lucifer says,”I’ve noticed you haven’t contributed as much as everyone else. Are you having trouble with coming up with an idea?”

He feels everyone’s eyes on him—awaiting his response.

It’s quiet for for a couple moments.

He feels their expressions change as he stares into his plate of food.

Worry glances between Lucifer and Satan flicker back and forth.

Was he quiet for too long?

He grits his teeth.

No witty remark.

No attempts at to hurt Lucifer’s pride.

Just pure rage.

“No.” He says bitterly as he glares in their direction.

Some worried expressions turn nervous, confused at their brothers sudden fowl mood.

Hell, even Lucifer seems confused by Satan’s state.

Satan doesn’t realize how tightly he’s holding the fork in his hand until it snaps in half causing Asmo and Belphie who are seated next to him to flinch.

Satan looks down. He opens his hand and sorrowfully stares at the broken fork laying in his palm.

After all, sorrow is not an expression you’ll see on the Avatar of Wrath so often. Especially in a room filled with people who’s eyes are on him.

He doesn’t say anything as he drops the fork pieces onto the table.

He doesn’t say anything when he gets up and walks out of the dining hall.

And no one says anything to him.

“I hate you all! I hate you - I hate you!” Satan claws at the walls as he flings the portraits off the walls and tears them to bits.

“Someone get Lucifer before he wrecks the whole place!” Asmo yells out doing nothing to stop Satan from releasing his wrath.

Beel nods and hurries off to get Lucifer

“He’s going crazy again-“ Levi sighing as he dodges the various things thrown his way.

“What’s with all the ruckus?!” Mammon rushes into the room before seeing the chaotic scene in front of him.

“He’s uncontrollable!” Asmo tells him.

“What happened?!” Mammon asks bewildered as a small Satan continues to ensue damage,”Satan buddy it’s time to calm down!”

Asmo gives Mammon a guilty look,”We may have…said a couple things …but how were we suppose to know he was listening in?!”

Mammon flashes them a dirty look as he stands behind Satan who’s currently smashing a bunch of things before standing before a statue of probably the Demon Lord.

“Satan.” Mammon tells him,”It’s time to stop. Lucifer is gonna get mad.”

Satan immediately tries to claw out Mammon,”Stop that! Stop pitying me!”

Mammon takes a step back and just barely misses Satan’s attack,”What are yer talking about I don’t pity ya! Your my little brother, and I care about you- But you need to calm down now before someone gets hurt.”

“Everyone here hates me!” Satan yells,”Everyone!”

“We don’t hate ya- they’re just scared of ya!” Mammon tells,”But I’m not- I promise ya-nothing is gonna happen to ya- so put the statue down bud.“

“I didn’t ask to be here!” Satan admits out loud as tears spill out his eyes. He chokes back sob,”I didn’t ask to be born- I didn’t ask- I don’t - I don’t want to be here- I don’t- I wish I could just die-“

Mammon’s face falls into despair as he stares at the boy with disbelief.

The other brothers sharing a look of guilt beyond measure.

Satan can’t help but sigh in his library. Yet another painful memory. But it can’t be helped. Satan struggled with identity problems for the longest.

It had to happen eventually. Despite it all, he was able to develop better relationships with his brothers afterwards.

However…

Why is it.. that Satan feels like he’s missing the true meaning behind the return of these memories?…

He’s missing something.

Something is missing.

Someone?

Its confusing. It’s been this way for a while now.

Whatever it is, it’s always missing.

And he wants it so badly

he yearns for whatever it is.

But what is that?

—

The day of the festival came sooner than he would’ve liked.

If he hadn’t been on edge, perhaps he could’ve taken in the breathtaking visual of the festival his brothers were shockingly able to conjure.

Everyone put in so much effort..

Satan..not so much..

He found himself uneasy the moment more and more families began to show up.

But he tried to push those feelings away.

He could feel his brothers keeping an eye on him.

Considering his actions lately, he couldn’t blame them since he couldn’t entirely explain them either.

He should at very least pretend to be enjoying himself.

“Satan.” Lucifer calls out from behind.

“What?” Satan asks.

“Are you…enjoying yourself at the festival?” Lucifer asks him.

Satan looks at him bewildered. What reason could he have for wanting to know Satan’s opinion?

It pisses him off.

“What do you think?” Satan replies in a bitter way. It seems this is the only way he’s been responding to anyone nowadays.

“Are you upset?” Lucifer asks genuinely curious.

“That doesn’t concern you.” He tells Lucifer.

“Well I’m your eldest brother. It does concern me to some extent.” Lucifer tells him,”Your behavior has been..quite abnormal these past few weeks.

“If you’re going to lecture me I’m not in the mood. ” Satan tells him,”So leave me alone.”

Why do his words strike him in such a negative way.

Lucifer let’s out a sigh,”Your brothers are worried about you-“

That’s when Lucifer’s D.D.D goes off. He excuses himself briefly but tells Satan to stay put before answering the call.

After a moment Lucifer hangs up the call.

“It seems that Mammon needs help with setting up the last tent.” Lucifer tells him.

Satan doesn’t know why he feels a burning tension. That same feeling. Itching away at him.

“Whatever.” Satan replies wanting to quickly escape from whatever the hell is happening to him.

“Satan-“Lucifer calls out to him but is ignored as Satan rushes through the crowd.

Why is he acting like this?

Why does his chest feel heavy?

Ugh, he needs to find something to do. Otherwise he might do something he regrets.

Soon enough Satan finds himself in a lonelier part of the festival. It’s much quieter, much to his delight.

He’s able to catch his breath as he leans against a the wall, just tucked between some booths.

He crosses his arms and let’s out another deep sigh as he watches families walk by with their children.

That feeling came back.

He watches as a kid is picked up in the air by his father and placed on his shoulders with a cheerful smile.

“This is like totally the best day ever!” The little boy says to his father.

His father smiles back at him,”I agree. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to hang out like this right bud? Well I promise from now on— we’ll hang out a lot more alright?”

“Alright!! Oh dad hey! that looks good! Can we try that??” The boy points to a nearby food stand.

“Of course we can. You can have whatever you’d like, I love you so much kiddo.”

“I love you too dad!”

And the voices fade away. Leaving Satan in a state of confusion and chaos.

The scene replays over and over in his head.

He could feel it, in the pit of stomach, along his chest, and around his heart. That feeling.

It’s not jealously ..it’s not.

He feels it with his brothers ..

And he feels it the most when he’s with Lucifer.

___

somehow he’s emptier than before.

He’s pretty sure his brothers are looking for him.

Considering that they were suppose to meet up an hour ago. It makes sense that they would be blowing up his phone nonstop.

The phone he’d put on silent to avoid seeing anyone.

Because if his brothers were to see the state he were in. He’s almost certain he’d explode.

And he’s trying really hard not to.

He runs his fingers through his hair anxiously tugging away to relieve tension.

His crazed state, making hyper aware of anyone who walks by or speaks near him.

The anxiety and sheer anger coursing through his veins.

Why is he overreacting to something he already knew?

Why was he feeling this way after so many years?

He knows the truth of his birth, he knows who he is.

He’s been through this before- he’s had this sort of meltdown before- but it’s different -why is it different?

Why does he keep asking the same damn questions -it’s pissing him.

It’s making him angry!

He doesn’t know- he doesn’t know!

Sooner or later his brothers are going to find him here, he should move from here.

He should probably leave the area entirely because if he doesn’t he’s afraid of what he might do.

So he gives himself a few moments to relax before he moves from his spot.

He walks by the crowd of people in a hurry, occasionally receiving a strange look or two. After all he looks like he just committed a crime.

He’s finding it really hard to keep his composure.

It’s getting harder to breathe

He feels himself claw slightly at his collar.

It’s suffocating.

“Satan! I found him guys!” He hears one of his brothers call out from a distance. He’s not sure which one it is. He can’t think properly.

He walks faster.

His breath quickens and his heart races. He needs to get ahold of himself.

He hears certain footsteps approach him in attempts to catch up to him but he refuses to turn their way.

Then he feels a hand on his grab ahold of his arm.

When he turns, he meets eyes with Asmo.

“H-Hey we’ve been looking for you ….” Asmo says as his own worry begins to grow more and more let’s out a small whisper,”What’s wrong?… you look like you’ve been-”

Satan pulls his arm away from Asmo in a harsh way.

“Leave me alone.” Satan let’s out in a threatening tone as he tries to walk again.

“No!” Asmo yells out as he grabs Satan’s arm again,”I’m not letting you go! I don’t know what’s going on with you but I won’t leave you! Not this time!” Asmo declares as more of his brothers begin to approach,”I don’t care if you hurt me you’re my brother - just watch the face -“

Satan stays silent for couple moments. Everything seems to move at a slower place rather than before.

All those feelings he had just now replaced by rage and disgust.

His brother is just trying to offer him some consultation.

So why does he hate it so much?

“Is that suppose to comfort me?” Satan asks him with a harsh expression causing the younger brother to flinch away.

“Hey what’s going on?” Belphie says with concern.

“Satan..you don’t look so good.” Levi tells him as Beel hums in agreement, looking at his brother with concern.

Satan grunts as he let out sound of annoyance,”I’m going back home.” He tells them as he crosses his arms ,”Not in the mood.”

Sure, as if he wasn’t just mere moments from destroying everything his brothers worked hard for.

“You can’t leave! Diavolo said we could have the rest of the night off- so we can have fun together as a family -“Belphie tells him.

For some reason, the word family lingered in Satan’s head.

He turns around and walks away from his brothers.

The last thing he hears is Levi let out a sigh

”Man..where’s Mammon or Lucifer when you need them.”

___

Satan is tired.

Exhausted?

To have so many feelings at once then feel nothing at all CONSTANTLY- is draining.

he just wants to go home.

Back to the library.

His room.

His comfort place.

Because believe it or not the Avatar of Wrath has a comfort place.

One where he was able to escape his daily life back in the day, even for a brief moment.

He finds himself walking through the crowds toward the exit.

He’s almost out of this god forsaken place.

He’d apologize later, after this damn festival ends.

Everything will be fine

It has to.

Everything will return to normal.

Because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if it doesn’t.

And then.. the most damning thing happens.

He hears it.

A familiar sound, from a distance.

His heart begins to pound dramatically.

His skin crawls with disgust.

He figures out the cause of all his problems.

And Satan can’t stop himself from moving in its direction.

He’s breathing is heavy once again.

And then he sees him, he sees the man responsible for his distress.

And he sees that man kneeling to a young boy, the boy from before.

“Are you lost?” Lucifer asks him in a gentle voice.

“I-i don’t know where my dad went.” The little boy cries out.

“My name is Lucifer, I’m in charge of the event here. If you’d like we can go find him together. I was looking for someone as well.”

“My dad…he said not to trust strangers.” The boy says hesitatingly.

Lucifer only chuckles,”Your dad taught you well then. Yes it’s true, never trust a stranger wholeheartedly. So how about this,” Lucifer offers his hand out to the boy,”How about we look for him together. There’s plenty of people around and if you feel uncomfortable at any point we can just wait together.”

The boy looks at Lucifer, unsure if it’s the best decision.

And that’s when Lucifer does the most damning thing.

He smiles.

He smiles so fondly at the young boy. Satans not sure he’s seen that expression before.

He pats his head gently,”So how about that?”

The boy nods and takes Lucifer’s hand gently,”O-okay!”

Satan stays still as he watches the events unfold in front of him.

The feeling finding it’s way around his heart once more.

He finds himself holding his chest tightly.

Why is it that he feels like he’s going to implode at any given moment??

Thump Thump Thump

His heart beating so fast, his palms itching with pure wrath. this feeling .. one he’s not felt in quite a while. There’s other emotions there that he doesn’t comprehend…but the one emotion he does recognize—the feeling that makes him want to destroy everything around him.

Including himself.

Oh that feeling.. the one he wasn’t sure about.

He knows what it is now.

It’s resentment.

“Satan?” Lucifer asks from a distance, becoming aware of his younger brothers presence.

He’s aggrieved.

Lucifer is unsure of what to make of his younger brothers expression as he instinctively steps in front of the younger boy.

“Satan..”Lucifer warns.

Why are people starting to hurry away from the area?

When did Satan change into his demonic form?

He’s not sure.

But he doesn’t care.

Because all he feel now, is wrath.

He doesn’t remember anything after that.

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Pt.2

Hi! It’s me! The author lolol. I didn’t expect this to be as long as it did but I have plans to write a PT.2 so don’t ya worry bout a thing! I just figured it’d be better to write a separate part as this became pretty lengthy.

Dunno if it’ll be as long as this one but I hope you enjoyed it either way< 3,

I’ll probably upload this on ao3 as well!

I haven’t written anything I’ve published in quite a long long time. Which includes other fandoms I’m in. So if I missed important tags feel free to let me know and I apologize for any mistakes I may have made!

I don’t plan to fix any errors until after I finish part 2. Should have it maybe by the end of the day or tomorrow! Who knows

OH AND IM OPENING REQUESTS IF YALL WANNA SLIDE THRU

Side note: do y’all think satan would listen to “What Was I Made For?” On blast ??? Or

[itsfexy]

(this post brought to you by me listening to the SU Movie OST again and being reminded that I adore Michaela Dietz's backup vocals in Disobedient)

Headcanon that sometime during/after highschool Vee, Masha, and the rest of the Cabin 7 kids start a band. They get pretty locally popular but end up quitting to pursue other stuff before they started really hitting it big because they all agreed that a rock band led by a bunch of queer kids and a Literal Demon would kickstart the Satanic Panic 2.0 Electric Boogaloo, but every now and then they'll get together to do some jam sessions or do a small show for funsies