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exactlycleverpirate · 7 months

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Rafayel Timeline Redux Repost (All in one post)

All the formatting got removed, but hopefully having it all in one post will be helpful for some people. I might fiddle with this later and see if I can fix the formatting.

Spoilers under the cut.

“The Princess with a god’s heart, the God of the Sea who saved her - the Lemurian who rescued her from a cage time and time again…

They will meet once more.”

?? Island of Songs (Myth)

(I put this at the beginning because Amund says this is where everything started. It could also possibly take place near the end of Earth’s life or the beginning of Philos’ life.)

Amund: “If that island sparked the beginning of our demise, then everything should end there.”

MC is trapped on an island surrounded by gray skies and gray waves. She is waiting to be rescued by someone from the sea, because otherwise the waves will one day drown her. She is doing the same thing over and over.

“The sky gloomy, and the water a gray desert. Waves crash against the island in the center of the ocean. On the island, I am in a hut, surrounded by silence and solitude. I know that one day, the tides, boundless and cruel, will take me away. It’s…I’m waiting for someone from the sea to rescue me from this prison.”

Hidden in these sandy tides are ruins, its structures of various sizes. MC: “...Where are we?!” Rafayel: “The Island of Songs.” MC: “(It…sounds familiar.) Rafayel, I…I think I’ve been here before…” Something is calling out to me. Not waiting for Rafayel, I hurry and run into the ruins. Golden sands cover what was once an island. Fragmented walls and scattered roof tiles cover the ground. Withered branches reach to the sky. MC: “I feel like I know this place… I’ve walked these streets… I’ve seen these roof tiles… We’re in…” I run my hand along a wall, reaching a broken window. I can almost hear the gray waves lapping at the rocks. The loneliness and silence from my dream materialize, wrapping around me. MC: “This is the place I’ve dreamed about!” Rafayel: “Your Highness remembers.” MC: “In my dream, I was…” I was doing the same thing over and over… And next to me was… (see below)

Here is where the legend of the God of the Sea is born.

Rafayel: “Whence a Sea God’s legend arose.”

There are tablets of Lemurian prophecy and history buried on the island. MC knew they were there. (Did she write them or was she there when they were written?)

I start to dig. My intuition tells me an object of great importance is near. MC: “You said a Sea God’s legend originated from here… There…has to be…” I find a slab, cracked, in the ruins.

Rafayel: “The Tome of the Sea God? What does it contain?” Like golden leaves on the water, the symbols float and form words. Rafayel: “It’s Lemuria’s history and the Sea God’s prophecy.”

In exchange for her sincere devotion, Rafayel gives MC his heart. They make an eternal vow and bond, etched on their very souls.

Rafayel: “Is Your Highness not my master?” MC: “Master?” Rafayel: “Once Lemurians are bound to someone, we can never go against them.” MC: “Are you…referring to the time you were gifted to me? Taming requires plucking a Lemurian scale. I did nothing of the sort.” Rafayel: “Our bond has existed for years. Long before the sea dried up.”

MC: “...The heart belongs to the God of the Sea.”

MC: “Desiring the sincerest worship of mortals, thou must offer an irreplaceable object.” Rafayel: “The Sea God's heart, mine heart. Dost thou want it?”

MC: “You’re the god who gifted me this heart.”

MC: “We made a vow. You are the God of the Sea who has my sincerest devotion.”

It is my bond, my vow with Rafayel engraved deep within my soul.

MC: “Our vow is eternal.”

On the happiest day of his life, Rafayel kisses her and devotes the entire ocean to her. (Did they get engaged or married? Rafayel later calls her his beloved bride.)

“No gray waves, no lonesome islands. A desert of blue-I think if the desert is azure, it ought to look like the sea. In boundless blue, a young man, the God of the Sea, holds a girl’s hand. They walk to the horizon. The God of the Sea gestures for waves to bloom under the girl’s feet. Fish swim. White gulls circle overhead and sing as they land on her shoulder. To the God of the Sea, this is the happiest day of his life. And when he kisses her, he devotes the entire ocean to his beloved.”

Lemurians later believe that the heart was acquired through deception, and that the humans stole it, resulting the the God of the Sea’s death.

Amund: “I believe in Your Quintessence. Her method of acquiring the heart wasn’t forgotten, was it? If that island sparked the beginning of our demise, then everything should end there. The Lemurians cannot be deceived again!”

MC: “The Lemurian tales I’ve read said the God of the Sea died long ago… I’m sorry, you must refer to it as a “slumber.” How can there still be a God of the Sea?” Rafayel: “Does Your Highness know why he perished? His heart was stolen by humans.”

Thousands of Years ago, Lemuria disappears and becomes the stuff of myth and legend.

?? Abyssal Witch (Fragrant Dream) (I choose to interpret this as a memory, but it could also be an allusion to something that could happen in the future or just a dream. Whatever it is, Rafayel reacts to it like it is significant.)

Rafayel and MC were lovers (possibly during the Island of Songs sequence of events?). He would play his flute beneath her window and they frequently explored the sea together.

The last time she saw the sun before becoming the Abyssal Witch, she sat in a boat with her head on her lover Rafayel's shoulder.

She is cursed to be a Sea Witch in the Abyssal rift and loses all memory of being human and of Rafayel. She is accompanied by a red fish and a blue fish.

Rafayel finds her and begins a quest to gather the materials for a potion to turn human. This includes one of his precious scales, a bottle of his eternal blood, and a song in a conch.

Once the potion is complete, he uses the fragrance to turn her human and restore her memories.The potion she made has a bitter scent reminiscent of fermented aquatic plants. As he vanishes into sea foam, he returns her to the shore so she can live and be free.

(When she regains her memories, the voices that play are of current day Rafayel, from his card Your Fragrance. Possibly just because she is remembering this in a dream, rather than those being the actual memories she recovered at the time.)

(Rafayel makes a jibe in Nightly Stroll about waiting 800 years, so is this event and/or the Island of Songs possibly 800 years before the main story, circa 1248? My inclination is to say Island of Songs takes place before Lemuria disappears - and is in fact the impetus for it to disappear - thousands of years ago, but it takes him a long time to find her, potentially putting Fragrant Dream in 1248. But this is all speculation.)

2024 (...probably (Rafayel literally says probably about his age in his interview…)) Rafayel born March 6th (Promotional video, in game profile)

2026-2027 MC born. (This age comes from chapter 5.1. The letter she gets from Grandma says she was 7-8 when they started experimenting on her, and she was adopted by Grandma after the Chronorift Catastrophe in 2034.)

?? Child Rafayel likes escaping to explore the ocean. On one or more of these excursions, he sees a human floating lantern festival and puts out their lanterns. (Ocean At Night)

2034

Rafayel would be 10 at this time. (If his birth year is correct.)

Deepspace Tunnel appears

Chronorift Catastrophe

MC (age 7-8) now has Protocore Syndrome in her heart, is adopted by Granny, and has little memory before this event.

On December 31st, Lemurian ruins are discovered, after a tsunami southeast of Linkon city, when a rift opens up and reveals it.

Child Rafayel is given a Whale Call as a means of protection, in case something happens on one of his escapes from Lemuria. However, he never uses it, because he never escapes again after this, and sometime later he buries it in the Lemurian city. (Whalefall Lament)

Sometime before 2038, MC goes on a field trip to Hat Island (possibly when she meets Rafayel?).

?? Pinkie Promise as children. (MS Chapter 7.11) At some point in MC and Rafayel's childhood, Rafayel visits the surface world but gets trapped on the beach on his return trip (on Ebb Day?) (Perhaps during her field trip to Hat Island?) (A summer day by the seaside involving seashells? (Anecdote 2)) She saves him and they make a pinkie promise. Rafayel says if she doesn't return, he will chase her to the ends of the earth. (Nightly Stroll) (Could be in this life or a previous one.)

Rafayel: “It’s settled, then. If you don’t return, I’ll…I’ll chase you to the ends of the Earth.”

?? Lemurians Slaughtered. Some survivors go into hiding living on land among humans, including his Aunt Talia and K. (Anecdote 3) (See What Happened to Lemuria and Rafayel for a detailed breakdown of this. Could be in this life or a previous one.)

Rafayel's Anecdote 3 immediately precedes Anecdote 2 (See 2044-2047).

Rafayel is an Opera singer in Verona going by the moniker “Mo”, hunting down and killing people, possibly as revenge for the destruction of Lemuria and slaughter of his people.

He is being investigated by a private detective named Louis.

He is not painting at this time.

Rafayel's only living family on Earth is his Aunt Talia, also Lemurian. His Aunt Talia is also in Verona. Talia thinks Rafayel of the past was like a blazing flame. But ever since the incident in Lemuria, he is like a battered reef - cold and hard outside, but inwardly riddled with cracks, vulnerable, and on the verge of crumbling. She remembers he used to like painting.

He also recently attended a Seamoon Ceremony for another Lemurian, K, who dies and is returned to the sea (after having his scales and blood taken). Lemurians are hiding amongst humanity, but being hunted, tortured, harvested for their scales and blood and killed. It is suggested that Rafayel is trying to accomplish something to save the Lemurians, saying, “Not every Lemurian survivor can wait.” It appears the longer he takes to accomplish his goal, the more of the Lemurians die in the meanwhile.

Rafayel leaves Verona and moves to Linkon city. He has a picture of MC in his pocket, likely given to him by Louis, who gave Rafayel a new lead. Rafayel burns papers in a file before he disembarks the ship. He has a business card with relevant information. (Anecdote 3).

Sometime between 2043-2045 MC (17-18) begins attending University of Linkon. (School year usually begins in September.)

2043-2047 Rafayel's Anecdote 2 takes place sometime in this timeframe while MC is at University of Lincoln.

Rafayel comes onto the scene in Linkon city with the release of his masterpiece Illusion (in the summer). His popularity as an artist skyrockets. He is staying in a hotel at this time and doesn't have his studio yet.

In late summer, Rafayel receives an email informing him that MC is attending University of Linkon. He takes a position as a special lecturer there. He is then invited to remain as a visiting professor for a year.

He meets with someone at The Nest who provides him with more information about MC. Rafayel learns that people are watching MC, some for years, and are about to set something into motion. The man says Rafayel is getting into the game late, but Rafayel knows he's been in it since the beginning. The man doesn't have more information about who else is after her. The man gives Rafayel a distant photo of MC. Rafayel takes the photo, then burns the file and other pictures, telling the person that if he does anything unnecessary he'll never be able to work with anyone else again.

Rafayel believes she is being surrounded by dangerous entities, some of whom may possibly be trying to use her to trap him. He describes her as bait. This is part of why he doesn’t approach her at this time. He decides he can afford to take his time and make his moves carefully.

Thinking about her brings him deep pain. He describes his feelings for MC as akin to a spice, painful and addictive and indicates he is prepared to be with her for the rest of his life, but also wants to “settle the score, bit by bit, slowly and steadily”.

He sees a picture of her on campus and learns where her major usually has classes. He recognizes her pictures right away, despite it being many years since he last saw her. He notes that she is older now, but still has the same mirth in her eyes. Rafayel acknowledges that “he has taken the bait she used once before”.

He sees MC again, talking to some of her classmates. He is confused that she doesn’t seem to know anything about Lemuria. (Anecdote 2)

Rafayel hires Thomas to be his agent. (Anecdote 1)

Thomas learns about business management to be a better agent for Rafayel. (Anecdote 1)

2047-2048 MC graduates. (School year usually ends June-July)

2048 Pregame

The month before the main story, Rafayel's art broke the record for the highest selling art at Lizio Auctions.

At the start of the year, (per Main Story chpt 2.6) Rafayel returns to the country from overseas. He is known for spending six months painting in his studio, then traveling the world for inspiration/materials for the other 6 months.

2048 Main Story begins. MC (age 21-22) begins work as a Deepspace Hunter. MC and Rafayel are reunited, though MC does not remember Rafayel. Rafayel’s home is called Mo Art Studio.

Rafayel acquires a red Flamula from Lemuria the first time he reintroduces himself to MC. She gives it to him to take home. She later names it Reddie.

Philos - 30,000 years after the seas dried up. Rafayel's Myth takes place on Philos, likely sometime between Xavier and MC meeting for the first time (Xavier’s Anecdote 3) and Xavier's myth story. The oceans have been missing for 30,000 years (possibly because Earth was destroyed and Philos was made with a fake core holding separate tectonic plates together).

“...we had substituted Earth’s extinguished core with a powerful, artificial one. This core holds fragmented landmass together, preventing them from scattering into the starry sea. So aside from more dust, more cloudy days, and cumbersome travel between tectonic plates, our planet isn't much different from the Earth of years past.” (Xavier’s Anecdote 3)

“People like Xavier, they'll experience many centuries. As long as Philos’s core still has energy, their lives shall last forevermore like the planet's.” (Xavier’s Anecdote 3)

MC was born from the depths of the planet. She has a special heart that makes the people of Philos immortal and is guarded in a palace, treated as a princess, and not allowed to leave. (See Xavier’s Myth for the connection between MC’s heart, the people’s immortality, and Philos's core.)

“Many, many years have passed on the humble planet of Philos. And on this land lives a noble princess. Her heart, pure and flawless, is blessed by the gods. It protects Philos forevermore, granting immortality to its denizens.”

“I am not a daughter of the Philos royal family. I am no one’s child. I am a person who awoke from the depths of the planet.”

“In the center of Starfall Forest, which had an unstable Protofield, was the heart of Philos. But it was hollow. Philos was made by mortal hands. It shouldn't have existed, and the core's energy had long been exhausted. The only way to keep the planet from dying was to fill its heart with energy. Philos was a planet where almost everyone lived eternal. Thus, humans were the most abundant resource that yielded much energy. Almost everyone who set foot here became the planet's food. Wanderers were a side effect born from the abnormal phenomenon.” (Xavier’s Myth chapter 8)

Xavier: “They found the perfect sacrifice. She can die and be reborn without end. In their eyes, she was the planet's very life force. For only she has achieved true immortality… The royal family believed if they sent her into the planet's heart when the time is right, their problems would be solved. No one asked how she felt or whether she was willing to sacrifice herself. They also care little about her being left in a hole to die and be reborn again and again.” (Xavier’s Myth chapter 8)

Child MC is gifted a young Rafayel as a Lemurian slave. She sets him free. (Rafayel later tells her he allowed himself to be caught on purpose to meet her.) When she set him free when they were children, he made a vow to return to her one day, giving her one of his scales which she has as a little blue fish in a tank, but she doesn't know it is the scale he gifted her. (Later, when they are adults, MC learns Rafayel was bound to MC when the oceans still existed.)

Rafayel: “I’ll return one day and find you.” He takes my hand. To my surprise, a little blue fish swims between our palms. Rafayel: “Fish are emissaries of the God of the Sea. This is my vow to you.”

“Deep within the palace, the little blue fish slowly turns into a silver scale and sinks to the bottom of the glass bowl.”

MC remembers living on the Island of Songs in a hut by herself, surrounded by the ocean. (See the beginning of this timeline.) (Was this in her first life or some subsequent life on Earth?)

Rafayel and MC are reunited as adults on her 99th attempt to escape the palace. They meet several times and grow close.

There are other Lemurians on Philos with Rafayel, including Amund. They are killing human nobles, with the belief that by doing so, it will help restore the oceans and Lemuria.

Rafayel is referred to as the God of the Sea in the myth (Amund says he has served other Gods of the Sea over the past several centuries. Is this different incarnations of Rafayel, or other people entirely?)

MC: “Why do Lemurians need to kill humans? Revenge?” Rafayel: “Your Highness and I know revenge is meaningless. The seas are but sands for 30,000 years. We only want one thing.” MC: “The Lemurians want to go home?” Rafayel: “...Yes. We must awaken the seas and return to our homeland.”

MC can use a Lemurian Fishtail Beacon to summon Rafayel.

Rafayel and Amund are plotting to recover “the God of the Sea’s (Rafayel’s) heart from MC by cutting it out with a dagger on the Island of Songs. However, the heart must be given willingly. Rafayel is uncertain whether the legends are true about killing MC to restore the oceans and Lemuria. Per the legend, the goal seems to be attaining Absolute Power.

According to the legend, “Lemurians who seeketh Absolute Power: Combat the treacherous tides. Dive into The Deep for pearls. Find a true love. When blessed with a true love’s kiss, claim her heart by your own hand. A heart, pure, flawless-and filled with love. It is the best offering humans can give to Lemurians. -Lemurian Ruins, Slate No. 0065, Lemuria: Tome of the Sea God”.

(Amund has served multiple Gods of the Sea over the centuries. Are these all reincarnations of Rafayel or are there multiple Gods of the Sea?)

6 months after Rafayel and MC celebrate her birthday, he and Amund take her to the Island of Songs (now no longer an island), which she recognizes. She remembers her past life with Rafayel and realizes that Rafayel will fall into eternal slumber and the seas will never be restored if she does not return his heart. She offers to cut it out, but Rafayel refuses, saying he and the Lemurians will have to find their own way to change the story. He attempts to erase her memories and sever their bond to save her. Rafayel calls her his beloved bride.

Rafayel's flames are black because his power is dying.

“The black flames don’t flicker. They burn silently like the man who lit them. No energy, no warmth, and no hope in sight.” (This is similar to how Rafayel describes being trapped on the beach to MC in Nightly Stroll: “No way out, no hope, and waiting to die.”)

Rafayel: “The…seas will dry up.” MC: “Anything else?” Rafayel: “When the God of the Sea is revived, the seas will awaken. To take back what he’s lost, the God of the Sea must kill his beloved.”

Rafayel: “A god must protect his followers. If the legend pertaining to the God of the Sea is inevitable…”

Rafayel: “Shouldn’t the God of the Sea himself change the story?”

Rafayel: “If the ending is fixed, let us start anew and be rid of this tale.”

Rafayel: “Lemurians must rewrite their own story, with their own hands.”

Rafayel: “Goodbye, my beloved bride.”

MC is returned to the palace with no memories of Rafayel, but she watches the blue fish he gave her when they were young and slowly begins to remember. Hearing that the Lemurians are on the verge of being captured, and remembering that Rafayel intends to leave, she runs out of the city to find him, her memories and their bond once more intact. Rafayel and Amund are outside the city preparing to leave. Rafayel believes there is a way to restore the Lemurians’ home, even if he falls into eternal slumber.

MC: “Miss Natasha, who gifted me this fish?” Natasha: “Your Highness’s most important person.”

Amund: “What is Your Quintessence waiting for? I’ve served as a Lemurian Elder for centuries. Your Quintessence is the first God of the Sea who dared rewrite the Tome of the Sea God. Refusing to take her heart, Your Quintessence’s life must burn away. Your-” Rafayel: “What matters is our opportunity to return home. Having a God of the Sea makes no difference.”

Unsure how to resolve things, they set out on a camel across the desert to find Whalefall City. Amund is with them. Rafayel suggests that somehow by going to Whalefall City, he’ll be able to show her the sea. (Based on the Tender Moment, Whalefall Lament, it seems likely that Whalefall City is the name of the Lemurian city under the sea that Rafayel grew up in as a child on Earth.) The blue fish in the palace turns into a scale, presumably the one he gifted her to form their bond.

“Deep within the palace, the little blue fish slowly turns into a silver scale and sinks to the bottom of the glass bowl.”

“Philos’s seas have dried up for 30,000 years. The prophecy of gold has faded. Maybe there will never again be churning rivers or boundless seas. The Princess with a god’s heart, the God of the Sea who saved her-the Lemurian who rescued her from a cage time and time again… They will meet once more. -Legends From Deepspace: Sea of Golden Sands Chapter 1”

Rafayel: “Didn’t you want to visit the sea? We’ll head to Whalefall City.”

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oceanlipgloss · 10 months

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TALISMAN

LUKE. (PLATONIC)

+ warnings: angst, implicit mentions of eventual death.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Wide went the little angel's eyes, like two big blueberry pies. In the whirlpool, gold and blue swirled together.

Her clarification had shocked him; what did she mean, she wouldn't be going to heaven? She couldn't possibly have chosen the devils!

He wanted to believe that, as much as she loved the seven rebels, in the end she would make the right decision. Yet, no ghost of a lie haunted the warmth of her chocolate eyes.

It was true that he had come to welcome some demons into his heart and accept the sinful shortcomings of others, but he would not stand for something so preposterous.

How could he let such a pure, kind soul—her soul, nonetheless—reside in the underworld and nestle in the hands of dark creatures, never to be blessed again? That was beyond wrong; it crossed all boundaries and spiralled into sin.

Resolve sparked within him. He would protect her from damnation; there had to be a manner in which he could convince her!

His hope withered too early, however.

She told him about how the decision was never hers to make; it had already been taken for her since birth, or perhaps long before that. And if she had somehow ever had that sort of chance, it slipped through her fingers the moment she forged her first pact; after all, was any bond with a demon not a dagger to one's oath to God?

She said that she loved the fallen angels who had long ago been banished by his Father, and no exception was their gentle blond brother—deeply she cherished them all; they were her treasure. Wasn't she also much too fond of hell's cunning prince and his quiet butler, he whose powers may rival those of the Lord? They were such dear friends to her.

There was one secret she would quietly hold until she lay in her grave, though. The little boy, like everyone else, needed not know of it. So, if that secret ever found itself on her tongue, she would again swallow it, no matter how bitter.

She would not talk about her unconditional love for the demon that had once saved the young angel's life—the demon whom the angel himself had thanked and praised. Why must anyone know about how that love sweetened the marrow in her bones and made her heart ache? Such a thing would give them nothing but pain.

And the child!

Taking his innocent faith into her grasp and crushing it was too cruel a feat. It was for his own sake—knowing her truth—but she still recoiled at the heartbroken look on his sweet face. Did that not mean that she had tampered with his faith in her, in a way?

By nudging him towards reality, she was protecting him, giving him a talisman—her own blessing—that warded off greater disappointment; and yet, there were times when even a shield could turn into a double-edged sword. But despite it being so, she did not regret attacking his hope, as that was for the best—salvation from falling victim to false dreams.

After all the young angel had heard, nothing remained vague. She saw silver flecks of awareness sprinkle his gaze. He was sad—so much so that he could see how, for some time, sorrow and melancholy would ever so indulgently keep stealing the opportunity and robbing him of his motivation to bake.

For in his Father's eyes, once a human binds themself to even one demon, they sever their ties with him. What did his Father think, then, of the human who not only shared pacts with the angels that had once rebelled against his rule, but offered them the purest form of her affection, too?

Now, she silently asked herself: what did the Lord think of her, the human who was hopelessly in love with a demon—in love with him beyond all hope and reason?

Tears glittered in the child's blue eyes. It was all true—her care towards the damned and the sinners. Everything she had done smeared her luck and sent her on the path of one fate and no other—but it wasn't fair. All that time, kindness had been her sole guide.

Unfair. No matter how much he tried not to dwell on it, the word stuck to him like a leech. Doubt might cause him to question his Father's law, his judgment...that wasn't only not right; it was an apple absolutely forbidden. He vowed not to allow himself a single bite.

Still, when he had once imagined days in the Celestial Realm in which he would show her around his homeland and they would whip up desserts for Michael together, when he now thought about how even Simeon was allowed up there no longer, it was hard not to cry. He felt all alone, like the loneliness was constricting his fragile form.

Thinking about her destiny up ahead was also too much to bear. He wished and wished that there was some way to change things, but it was merely a fool's errand. A pretty hope he one day had. He knew that now.

His Father always ensured that everything was right, perfect and lovely; and even though her fate would keep her by the side of those she loved and so give her the truest of happiness, it was still vile, unjust and distressing. Would he really be able to leave her to its claws that were hungrily waiting?

+note: I've always thought it funny how Luke and Simeon sometimes talk like MC is going to heaven—even though that's impossible; so, I gave the subject a painful twist.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#luke obey me #om! luke #obey me luke #obey me #obey me swd #shall we date? obey me!#om! shall we date #om! swd #obmswd #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #the story factory

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mons-immortalium-if · 1 year

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Hiiiii! Could you explain the bond more? and why mc doesn't have a choice? I'm very into it.

Well, the reason MC can’t reject the bond is just that I have decided it so 🤣technically, it would be possible, and if I’m being honest it’s not 100% off the table yet… but since I want to write a romance, it would be really tedious for me to write a MC that wants nothing to do with the damn bond. Though, I think I mentioned somewhere before, I really really love the idea of rejecting the bond and choosing a different RO. I also don’t want it to turn into any kind of love triangle, cause I just absolutely despise those :))) I’ll see how some things play out in the future chapters, the bond will not be happening till around halfway through the story anyway.

As for the bond itself, I imagine it just as a deeper connection between two people. People who “fate”, or just the magic that runs wild through the world, decided they are a perfect match. It happens out of the blue, and can be with pure strangers or people you've known all your life - with the idea that you can meet the right person at the wrong time and the bond will not happen, but it will just wait for the right time. Though honestly it’s a double-edge sword. On one hand, both parties get a boost in power and get more in tune with their magic and the world. They can both feel each other’s emotions, the love pouring out of them, the support, pride and admiration. It brings with it a feeling of belonging, of always having someone in your corner, someone you can rely on. And someone you can always find, gently pulled towards them whenever you need them. On the other hand, the boost in power comes with a shared lifespan. Humans would become technically immortal, since fae never really die, but if one does die, the other shortly follows. It’s not something sudden or written in stone, more like a slow withering away, overcome by an oppressive feeling of loneliness. The same would happen if MC somehow left the dome after the bond snapped and never came back, since the connection would be once fainter with the distance, and then again from the actual magic of the dome and being on an entirely different realm. They would feel the MC no more and not know what happened to them, if they died or were fighting to get back to them. Or worse, if they hated them for something and there was nothing they could do about it. On the same bad side of things, feelings are hard things to control, even more so when the other person has a front seat view to every impulse and in-the-moment reaction one may have. Things like jealousy and guilt would be hard to mask on the spot, even if they logically know they are being irrational. No more days of feeling sad and not telling anyone, needing a moment alone, because someone will always know! And they will always know where you are. None of these are, in hindsight, bad things. But the people involved need to be comfortable enough around each other, set clear boundaries and respect those, and be able to ✨communicate✨ properly. The bond could simultaneously bring the greatest, most fulfilling love one will ever feel... or a perfect storm of a romance filled with doubt and resentment, fueled by spiraling raw emotions none really mean. Sometimes rejecting the bond is just a safer option, especially if done early and if the bond itself snapped when the pair didn't quite know each other that well. There might be some lingering feelings of loneliness from time to time, but nothing too dramatic would happen (like you know, slow death).

#also pretty sure Solis would not be ok at all if MC rejected the bond 😅#which would not be in any way MCs responsibility...#but also... rude!#thank you for the ask ♡#mons immortalium #fae bond stuff

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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🌌 and 💐 (but you don’t have to do bouquet of you don’t want to)

Hiya! Thank you for the ask!

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Literally everything I decided about 'em is just canon MC's characteristics, so really the inspiration is general MC?

But I guess the actual first thing that's uniquely theirs is their name?

I was in my room, trying to figure out a name for them after downloading om! for the first time and saw the box of a porcelain apple picking doll with the name 'Eliza' written on the side facing me

Figured I'd delete the game in about 2months so Eliza should work well enough but also knew I didn't want it to stand for 'Elizabeth'. Turned my head and saw a rubber lizard I had pasted on my wall and decided Eliza should stand for "A Lizard"

And that happened on the 20th of April 2020.....and I'm still here

Their surname is "Ramskin" because of the whole sheep thing...

What can I say, I was lazy

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

This is definitely going off meaning rather than aesthetic so it's very mishmash

Yellow roses - friendship, happiness, new beginnings,

Daisy - union, loyalty, devotion to another romantically or platonically.

Peonies - long & happy relationship, strong family, strong & everlasting familial bonds.

Marigolds - stubbornness, determination.

Their favourite is:

Kadupul - one of the rarest flowers (shoutout to that time "Lucifer" couldn't place what MC was and didn't really believe them when they said 'human'). It only blooms at night & withers away at daybreak (it's always night in the devildom). It is said to be descended from the heavens/beings from heaven descend to watch it bloom (y'know y'know MC is literally the descendent of Lilith who was once an angel/had the soul of an angel)

Symbolises - luck, fulfils the desires of the heart, the value of perseverance, hearty admiration, eternity lies in small, people gift these plants to individuals who are a reason for their happiness.

This was fun (and I ended up googling flowers so that was an added bonus!) If you want to send more or reblog the ask game for yourself here it is

#asks #ask game #ask meme #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #obey me mc #om mc #obey me! mc #om! mc #swd mc #shall we date mc #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me

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absentia-if · 2 years

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How about Perception and One More Day? Can you share anything about them?

I'd love to share more about them!

Perception is about an MC that was born with a special gift-- known as Sight. Wherein you can see things that normal humans can't; the various hidden worlds nestled within our own. Namely the MC is aware of daemons... creatures that are seemingly attached to the very soul of the person they've bonded to. Unfortunately, the MC seems to be the only person that can interact with them.

You didn't think anything of it until you started seeing those same daemons slowly begin to wither and fade away.

It isn't until you meet a group of people that you thought wanted to kill you that you realize the problem is so much more severe than you ever realized. The very fabric of the mortal realm was being ripped apart.

Will you be able to stop it?

(ROs would range from a heartthrob flirt to a broody recluse that seems to soften only around you.)

One More Day can be seen as a tragedy somewhat.... Within it you're the youngest heir to the throne-- having four elder siblings-- and you've never had to wish for anything more. Everything you could ever need being at your fingertips and then some. You just never realized that at the night of your countries founding day-- wherein a ball was held-- that your world would fall apart.

Invaders, tyrants from the kingdom bordering your own, using your families hospitality and slitting their throats when you least expected it. Blood and screams-- as well as the image of an arching steel blade-- being all that remained within your head as you bolted upright in your bed of woven silk. On the same exact morning of the Founding Day.

Will you find a way to save your family and everyone you hold dear? While also figuring out how you've been trapped within this time loop?

(ROs would range from a faithful knight, an heir to an allied kingdom, or even one of the marauders that snuck into the castle.)

#absentia #wip names #perception #one more day #anonymous #asks #ask

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

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cereuscross · 2 years

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So will big brother have an opinion on his little siblings romantic life? More specifically the instant bond mate option.

Oh does he ever! His favorite pastime is teasing the MC. Here is a little snippet of big brother having a go at the MC after they meet with Ta & Tr.

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As the two turn to leave out the way they came, you let out a sigh, perfectly timed with the jingling bells on the door. No sooner than you can turn around, Silas has zoomed in front of you and is now blocking your path. What is with today and you being stopped at every turn? "Going somewhere?" he asks, a hint of amusement catching at the end of his voice.

"Clearly not," you return, gesturing toward him with your hand.

"Ouch. A bit bitey there. Those werewolves sure rubbed off on you."

You keep your face impassive then brush past him to head upstairs to your office. "So?" you challenge, not rising to his taunt. "You noticed them and where were you?"

"Watching from the sidelines, of course."

At his comment, you pause and turn to regard him with a withering stare. "You're something else, you know that?"

"I hear that a lot," he acknowledges with a chuckle. "Somehow it sounds more insulting when you say it, though."

#interactive fiction #work in progress #ask #q and a #main character #witch #witches #silas #romance options #character introduction

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jobiedog · 2 years

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Worth Waiting For

Sokeefe oneshot . When Fitz was telling Keefe about that scene in flashback. And I kinda went off on my own at the ending.

"We were seconds away from kissing but Silveny called for her and well you know." Fitz fell back onto his bed and sighed. Keefe was sitting uncomfortably in a chair in Fitz's room.

Fitz laughed " When she stumbled back I thought she didn't like me" and he giggled. Giggled. Yeah, that's right, Fitz had been smiling and laughing the whole time Keefe had come over.

Keefe cleared his throat and hoped the lump there wouldn't give him away. "You sure she just was repelled by the amount of perfume you were wearing?" And smirked.

Ro snorted on the other side of the bedroom door. She had left as soon as Fitz had started telling him his aMaZiNg story about him and Sophie and their little fun adventures in fantasy land, muttering something about “Mr. Smiley mc giggles”. Although Keefe didn’t disagree with Ro, he had to show some support to Fitz. They hadn’t been able to hang out like this, just the two of them, since Fitz had started liking Sophie.

“Hey!, first of all its cologne. “ Fitz stated matter of factly with his finger up in the air like he just doesn't care. Or like a frowning mentor wagging his finger no. “Although I wouldn’t expect you to know what it is. Since you take no effort in controlling how you smell. ” Fitz ended with a playful grin.

Usually Keefe would have put his hand on his heart and pretended to faint but right now he was just tired and just wanted to lay down on the ground, cry, and wither away. So Keefe coughed to get the lump out of his throat and said the only thing he could think of as an excuse.

“I would absolutely love to sit here and gossip and giggle about girls with you but my dad said he needed me home to have some stupid bonding time,” Keefe said, rolling his eyes when he really just wanted to be running away from his crappy life sobbing his heart out.

Fitz snorted and continued to say “ Since when do you listen to the rules your dad makes?” Smiling. Since when do you start kissing Sophie?

“Ahh well, I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm really tired so…” Keefe trailed off.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so? Anyways sorry to bore you, get some sleep tonight, K?” Fitz answered with concern in his eyes. Sometimes with all the anger issues and all the fights it’s easy to forget that Fitz is actually a caring person.

“K,” Keefe answered quietly. He got up and opened the door which Ro was leaning on. But she caught herself before she fell and said “Finally I thought you too were kidnapped in there you took so long.” She rolled her eyes and asked if we were leaving.

Everything was kind of a blur after that. Or maybe that was the tears in his eyes. He didn’t remember running out of Everglen. He didn’t remember seeing Biana worried glance or pulling out his home crystal. He didn’t remember his dad yelling and Ro shouting about kicking lover boy's ass. But he did remember running through his bedroom into his bathrooms and locking the door. He remembered the pain and the ache. He remembered curling up on the bathroom tile and laying there. Shaking, crying, and cold. He deserved it. And Sophie deserved better. She deserves someone who's whole, who doesn't need her.

***

“Come on, Funky Hair. You gotta get out of there sometime soon. I’m getting bored out here.” Ro said from outside the bathroom door. Keefe hadn’t realized a few hours had passed. Well you know what they say! Time flies when you wanna die!

“No I don’t,” Keefe mumbled. “Go away.” He croaked. All he wanted was to be left alone.

“Damn, sorry for checking up on you. Blondie’s waiting downstairs but I'll just tell her to go I guess..” She trailed off.

“Shit.” He whispered and jumped up and immediately fell back down. Laying down curling up on tile did not do good for your bones. “Umm tell her I'll be out in a few minutes.” He half-shouted. Ro snorted and he knew she could hear the nervousness in his voice.

After he heard the click of the bedroom door being shut, he hurried up from the floor. The person who he saw in the mirror was nothing like the put-together, amazingly handsome, flirty person, he usually is and looks like. His hair was flat and droopy. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red and puffy. First he changed his clothes so they weren’t so wrinkly and wet. Then he washed his face and tried to give some life back to his hair. He was *attempting to* clean his room when a blast of emotion made him stumble back. Crap. He could feel the playful, happy energy. He rushed around and shoved random clothes, drawings, and pencils under his bed. He felt the slap of emotion before Sophie knocked and opened the door.

“Keefe?” Sophie poked her head around the door. She smiled when she saw him and Keefe felt a fragment of happiness but then he remembered that smile wasn’t there because of him. It was there because of Fitz. Her smile fell from her face when she saw the state he was in. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Never been better. Why?” Keefe flopped down in his bed and tried to cover his eyes which showed that he clearly was crying.

“Well…” Sophie sat down next to him and put his head in her lap. He hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he felt he was. “You've definitely been crying and you look like a mess.”

“hmPH, You don’t look your best either.” He said and turned his head so she couldn’t stare into his soul. But it wasn’t a lie. Even though she looked extremely happy she still had dark circles under her eyes.

Her beautiful wonderful eyes that he could stare at for hours.

The eyes that he could draw every day for the rest of his life and never get tired or bored of.

She laughed her laugh of hers that angels would get jealous of. “Well, I could go for a nap and some cuddling?” She said with a fake thoughtful expression on her face.

“I’m free for the rest of the day” Keefe threw his arms up as if he was in surprise. There weren’t many days left anyways. In fact, it had already started to sunset by the time Sophie and Keefe had gotten comfy.

Keefe sitting, leaning against his headboard with his arm around Sophie. Who was half laying half-sitting curled up against Keefe. She was already dozing off with the light fading away from the sky in the background.

He liked them being like this.

Where he could protect her from everyone and everything that wanted to hurt her.

Even though she didn’t love him.

He loved her.

But he would wait for her.

Because she was worth waiting for.

#kotlc #kotlc fanfic #sokeefe #sokeefe fanfic #sokeefe oneshots #sokeefe oneshot #sad keefe

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Hi! If that's okay could i request the brothers or the undateables (Luke included but platonic) with a MC who has a pet parrot? Their parrot is super cuddly and is on their shoulder or near them 24/7 and everyone think he's adorable but he's actually a spoiled little shit who will not hesitate to screech if he's not being held and paid attention to (he also does that annoying thing where parrots throw things off the table and when you put It on the table again they throw it again just to piss you off-) like, even if MC payes 0,01 seconds of attention to them he's screeching bsosh-

Anyways, look at the gremlin who inspired this request

He's a bastard birb but i love him anyway😫💞 (fun fact i stopped cuddling him to type and this dude started chewing on my phone case-)

Awww! How cute!!! I wish I could draw too because the idea of MC with a bird buddy is so fricking adorable!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience while I worked on this. Also thanks for the picture of your bird because I love him! 10/10 would spoil.

Belphegor

He squinted at the parrot, the screeching was interrupting his nap.

“MC,” he whined, “get it to stop.”

“Sorry, he’s just so clingy, I stopped petting him for just a second.”

Belphie pouted as your concentration moved from rubbing his back to playing with the bird.

He pulled at your sleeve and placed it on his head, “You have two hands.”

You sighed, how would you ever get anything done like this?

Beelzebub

At first, he mainly only sees the parrot as something similar to chicken.

Once you explain that it’s a friend, not food, Beel was worried that he’d hurt the small creature so he just tended to avoid it altogether.

He’d watch quietly as you played or took general care of the cage.

One time, he happened to be eating a banana and your parrot hopped over to him asking, “Treat?”

Beel’s eyes opened wide and looked over at you, his face asking if it was ok?

“Yeah! He loves bananas!” You confirmed and watched as Beel sweetly offered his banana to the bird to take a nibble.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately the first experience Asmo had with your parrot was when it pooped on him. He was not a fan.

The next unfortunate misunderstanding was when the parrot chased him, naturally he ran, not wanting to be pooped on again and that only added to the chase.

“Asmo, you have to stop running, he thinks you’re playing!”

“But MC! He’ll do unspeakable things to me!” Asmo was close to tears.

“Ok, ok, come here,” You opened your arms and he dived towards you. Swiftly you caught Asmo in a hug and the parrot swooped in and landed on your shoulder.

The pair came face to face as Asmo peeked a look, “Pretty boy!” the parrot squawked. When Asmo’s face softened, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that was something you told your pet and not something the parrot was noting of Asmo.

Satan

Originally intrigued by the little guy.

He was somewhat familiar with the behaviors of cats but he didn’t know much about birds

You’re excited to share all the tricks and phrases you’ve taught your bird buddy as Satan takes notes.

Satan has a lot of questions and you answer the best you can but you’re no expert so you promise to get a bird book for him.

With a scratch of his chin, he asks, “And why is he so attached to you?”

You laugh, “I’m assuming it’s because he loves me but it’s probably because I’m the one who gives him treats.”

Leviathan

He didn’t have a strong feeling towards the bird one way or the other at first.

When the bird picks up the intro tune to one of his animes, his interest starts to grow.

He thought it was cute and happened to catch it on video one day. When he posted it online, it blew up.

Levi tried to teach your parrot other tunes but lost interest when there wasn’t an immediate turn around.

The first time he saw the happy dancing of your parrot, his interest was back lol.

He can be caught bopping along with your parrot if there was ever a time they were left alone together.

Mammon

I feel like he would dislike the bird (mainly for drawing your attention away from him) but the bird actually really likes playing with him.

Mammon always has something interesting to the bird whether it’s his feather keychain or his glasses or some shiny trinket.

Your parrot likes tapping the side of Mammon’s glasses to get his attention.

He’s pretty good at handling the bird and when asked he admits to taking care of a crow without Lucifer’s knowledge so that stays between the two of you.

He definitely talks to the parrot like any other being, “Oy!” He points an accusatory finger at your parrot, “Knock it off with the nipping!” and thus the parrot takes a nibble at his finger.

Although he talks a big game, he secretly loves that you two can be bird parents together.

Lucifer

His pride takes a hit that he, the right-hand to the crown prince of Devildom, has to compete for your attention with a parrot.

Oh the withering looks he gives as your pet screeches for your care.

He does know a thing or two about wing care though. XD

He also knows exactly the right spots for scritches near and on the wings and your parrot is putty in his hands, that boosts his previously wounded pride just a bit.

I think he would secretly spoil your parrot as an extension of spoiling you.

Deep down he’s a big softie for animals so extra toys and treats find their way into the house.

Luke

Luke liked the bird initially until it screeched at him.

From then on he was kind of scared even if he wouldn’t admit it.

It’d take a lot of coaxing to get him to pet your parrot but I think you could convince him eventually.

He enjoys how you gush about all the things your pet can do and so he starts to warm back up.

Slowly he gets back to being comfortable and the next time there is an unexpected screech, he’s better prepared.

He starts watching parrot videos online and looking up treats he could make that were safe for parrots.

Solomon

I feel like he knows some things about birds but isn’t particularly fond of animals in general, not that he hates them but doesn’t really get the hype.

You with a parrot on your shoulder is pretty cute though.

Solomon smiles as you play with the parrot, the two of you bouncing. He’ll sneak a picture, just for him.

If you ask him, he’ll play along too.

Through watching you care for your bird, he’ll start to understand the bond between pets and their owners.

Eventually does get interested in the diet of your pet but you assure many times that it’s being taken care of and that he doesn’t need to concern himself with it on top of his studies.

Simeon

Secretly loves birds but he couldn’t keep one as a pet in the celestial realm.

Absolutely beams the first time your parrot hops over to him to investigate.

Giggles when his hair gets pulled for attention but lovingly pets the tiny bird head.

Even with his limited technological knowledge, he takes a lot of pictures. He wants to be able to remember this time when he goes back.

He would absolutely relish the opportunity to take care of your parrot if there was ever a need and I’d trust him to do a good job.

Offers to help take care of anything related to the bird for you definitely not to act like it’s his pet for a short amount of time.

Barbatos

He’s hard to impress but appreciates the refreshing sight of you smiling at your pet.

Barbatos is pretty knowledgeable so he knows what foods are ok to give to your parrot so he always has them on hand when you come around.

He smiles at you as your attention is on scolding the bird for biting at Barbatos. He wasn’t hurt, but he appreciates your concern.

You get a chuckle out of him when he catches you and the parrot in a game of chase.

Once the bird warms up to Barbatos, he chirps at Barbatos to get the treats he’s learned Barbatos usually has.

May make a toy for the bird, and even if your pet is typically picky about toys, he loves this handmade one.

Diavolo

He’s obsessed. He loves animals and he loves you so it’s all heart eyes for him.

He has Barbatos prepare treats for you and your parrot when you come to visit.

Adores your demonstration of tricks and claps at the end.

He asks if he can hold or pet your bird and of course you say yes. Your parrot’s reaction was to bite at the unknown fingers and Diavolo just laughs.

“He’s spunky, I like it!”

For sure gets toys to try out for each time you visit and whether your parrot plays with the toys or not, he just enjoys the time spent with you two.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #god they would spoil this bird so hard

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meenah-chan · 3 years

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This can be part 2 or a stand alone story you can read this as is or check:

Part 1 (Safe Haven) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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Safe Haven ~Another Story~

A Diavolo Barbatos x GN! MC fanfic

1.92k words

Genre: angst

Trigger warning: Insane deadly stunt but not suicide, please don't read if you have this triggers. And please don't try this at home... or anywhere

As long as the most precious people in his life are happy, it is enough for him.

Yet, a flame inside him keeps on burning... more... And more...

He won't say it. Seeing as that person is so enraptured with the man he called his master. How his master treasured their company. He is just happy as the two smile, hand in hand.

He couldn't remember when it all started. When was the time his spring bloomed? Was it when he got a glimpse of their smile, the time they and the prince were secretly fleeing for their safe haven? Was it when they would help him tend with the preparation and cleaning after the afternoon tea? Or maybe the times they always insist on lending a hand on the endless work he had? Maybe after learning how keen their eyes are, being able to distinguish when he is at his limit despite hiding it so well? Or probably when he witnesses the fire in their eyes, their passion in everything they do? He had a means to confirm it, shouldn't Diavolo forbid him from using it on such trivial things.

Disobeying the future king's order is out of question. It's not like he has any plans in doing so. He doesn't have any reasons to. Everyone knows how loyal he is to his liege. A logical subject who wants nothing but happiness and the best for him and the Devildom.

Yet for a moment, he thought of telling them the bond Diavolo kept on disregarding without even meeting the lady. Without looking through his vision, It doesn't sit well with him. Like it will all go wrong once the glass is tipped off and make a big mess on everything around it.

But he didn't. Not when Diavolo commanded him to keep it a secret. Not when it is going so well with the two; when they have each other as their safe haven.

Barbatos won't deny the sour taste in his mouth whenever he sees them holding hands. The sting every time they embrace each other. The pang squeezing his heart whenever he would witness them kiss passionately, hovering over the cliff beside the blinding sunset. He won't admit it either.

Gazing at a flower nourished with care from a distance is better than plucking it and keeping it to yourself. The flower is blooming so beautifully, cultivated with the sunlight and nourishment.

With no way of extinguishing it, the flame inside him kept on burning stronger... Stronger...

The only way to quell it is to convince himself his master and the one who brought him his bittersweet spring, is satisfied with each presence.

Until it is not.

Princess Rosa showed up that night. She took Diavolo's heart by storm. Diavolo did the same. The gear of destiny was returned to where it was supposed to be.

The glass was tipped. The flower, oblivious, was stained with the murky liquid, losing its vibrant colors. And without being able to do anything, it was deprived of warmth and care. It was withering, in darkness, in chilliness.

"They should see the light at least." Barbatos decided to defy Diavolo for the very first time. To do what he thinks is right.

"I hate to break it to you but the lady you met back then, is the Young Master's... fiancée and his soulmate." How Barbatos wished they just spilled their tears, seeing how the fire in their eyes died instead. He is the one who snuffed it out. He killed the fire that he had loved.

"I... see... Thank you for telling me this." It broke him into pieces, seeing as to when they should have been seeking comfort, they chose to act strong.

"... I'm sorry I brought trouble to you." And as sharp as always, they saw through him, and thought of him even at a time like that.

"Thank you, really..." Barbatos couldn't do anything but watch their back fade from his view. How could he offer relief, if they kept that face and silently wished for him to believe they are a strong person? How could he?

"What is the meaning of this, Barbatos?" Of course Diavolo is displeased. He's been a loyal butler until that moment.

"I truly apologize, Young Master. I will accept any punishments." The upset prince stared at him as he calmly stood his grounds. He did what he did.

"I see... I'll let this one slide. But remember, I don't want any mishaps like this in the future. Keep your hands off Y/N."

"I will, Young Master." Diavolo didn't bat another glance at him before heading to his study.

Diavolo found him out. And his last command made him unable to do anything for them.

All he could do is watch his flower lose its hue. Cast in the shadow he witnessed, how rather than growing a stronger stem, it developed thorns. He witnessed how their orbs full of light became a pitless abyss when they thought they're alone.

Yet, Barbatos also saw how this flower kept on blooming facing Diavolo's farewell. Their sun waning from their horizon. Fighting the impulse to ever lash and make anything harder for him.

Just like how they could read him, he knew everything about them.

The day had come. It's a joyous occasion, when Diavolo was finally crowned as the King and... tying the knot with Princess Rosa.

It's not like Barbatos isn't glad for his lord. He found true love. The kingdom finally has it's official Rulers after a fairly long time.

Barbatos is glad for the Devildom. But knowing someone he loved is suffering, he can't bring himself to be truly happy.

He glanced around and saw them walking towards the married royalties. They seemed normal, equally celebrating the event.

They were smiling, placing a hand on their chest, "Congratulations to your Wedding, our new King and Queen. I wish nothing but prosperity to the land of Devildom and... happiness to the both of you." A lie. It was a lie, hidden beneath their bowed head. Inside the pair of abyss only the butler knew.

As much as he wanted, it is impossible to keep his eyes on them the whole time, as the place is as busy as it can get.

Soon, Barbatos' heart jumped out of his throat. They... disappeared from the scene. He swiftly searched for Lucifer to leave his post to him and scanned the party once more.

Nothing. He couldn't find them. Leaving them alone is the last thing Barbatos wants to do. They are in no state to be able to watch for themself.

However, if they really want to be alone, there is only one place they would run to.

He found them there. In their safe haven... or atleast, used to be.

Even from a distance, he could feel it. The wrath flaring from them. Pain, sorrow, rage, envy. All of the dark emotions they kept to themself. The feelings only this secret shadow knows beside the person themself.

"WHY?! What did I do to deserve this?!" He may not be able to understand everything they say. The pain and sorrow of being unable to be with someone you truly love. To express what you really feel for them.

He watches them move to the forget-me-nots they once took good care of. It was still vivid to his mind. How they would carefully water it and tend to it almost everyday. How they would gently caress it. With tender gaze they would mumble Diavolo’s name. And presently, how they suddenly… ravish it.

“What useless plants!!” They yank it from the roots; tear it with fury, not minding the cuts and splinters it caused on their palms.

"True love?! It was only me from the very start!!" He couldn’t do anything. He can’t disobey any more of his master’s command. He could only peer as the flowers were torn into pieces. His flower… and two hearts break ruefully, dreadfully.

When the flowers were no more, they cried, they screamed, piercing through his ears-- stabbing through his heart.

As the sky is covered with the familiar hues of red, they looked at the tip of the cliff. Each step they took towards it increased the drumming inside his chest. Bit by bit, he could feel his throat dry up.

When they faced their back on the deadly cliff, his breath hitched.

"Wha..." It was a dejavu. At times he would feel something more than a tingle on the base of his foot. The moments he would repeatedly want to jump to the sheer drop whenever they do. He barely manages to stop himself every time, knowing Diavolo is there for them.

But there’s no Diavolo. There’s no one who will save them.

No one.

They will die.

“... No...” it was a soundless howl, as if a jab hit his lungs.

Barbatos has never been as fast as he is at that moment. To hell with Diavolo’s command. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that phrase would cross his mind.

As they lay onto nothingness, Barbatos reached their spot. And without wasting a second he reached for their hand stretched towards the golden and red sky; reaching for the hue they love so much.

Just for today. He’ll curse Diavolo, just for today. For being unable to stand his words. For falling for someone he said he won’t be able to. For breaking a human’s heart. For giving them false hope.

For robbing them of their safe haven.

“Please don’t do this...” this time he'll protect them. Unlike his master, who neglected them.

"I pledge I will never leave you. You don't have to suffer alone anymore. So please, will you give me your permission?" After a moment of them being a crying mess, Barbatos finally asked, letting go from the embrace to gaze at their face.

"I—there's no way you..." Shock, confusion and concern were plastered on their face as they tried to peer in his orbs to no avail. Their eyes were too puffy and vision was too fuzzy. "...but why me?"

"Why can't it be you?" but he returned it with another question, wiping a remnant of tears on their completely red and swollen eyes.

"I'll only hurt you. You'll only feel miserable for choosing someone who doesn't love you."

Removing his arm around them, he knelt on one knee and gently yet firmly, grasped their palm between his own. "The only dream I truly had in this long life I had is to be able to touch and take care of the flower I have always been watching from afar. And it’ll break me so, to see it wither all over again. So, will you let me cherish and support the most beautiful flower I have ever seen?"

All the words were blocked in their throat as sobs were threatening to spill again. They were too overwhelmed with the sensation. It was the familiar heart-warming, compassionate feeling they’ve longed for seemingly an eternity. They felt so happy yet distressed… for at the back of their mind, something is this hoping that the prince was the one holding them.

With one hand Barbatos pulled a handkerchief, to wipe the tears flowing from their eyes again, the other hand still holding their’s.

"...Bar...ba–" they couldn’t even utter his name between their sobs. I don’t want to hurt you… Unconsciously, they also clasped his hand in theirs, pulling it to their trembling lips.

"To bring back your smile will also be my happiness." Barbatos smiled softly from the gesture, as he pulled them for another embrace.

"I will be your safe haven."

Part 1 (Safe Haven) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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#nyehehehe #done after falling asleep on my laptop 😆😆💖💖#obey me fanfic #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos angst #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me swd #obey me masters #obey me boys #meenah-chan's babey fics~~#meenah-chan~~

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exactlycleverpirate · 7 months

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Rafayel's Timeline Redux Part 1

Spoilers below.

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See Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

“The Princess with a god’s heart, the God of the Sea who saved her - the Lemurian who rescued her from a cage time and time again…

They will meet once more.”

Thousands of Years ago, Lemuria disappears and becomes the stuff of myth and legend.

?? Island of Songs (Myth)

(I put this at the beginning because Amund says this is where everything started. It could also possibly take place near the end of Earth’s life or the beginning of Philos’ life.)

Amund: “If that island sparked the beginning of our demise, then everything should end there.”

Here is where the legend of the God of the Sea is born.

Rafayel: “Whence a Sea God’s legend arose.”

There are tablets of Lemurian prophecy and history buried on the island. MC knew they were there. (Did she write them or was she there when they were written?)

I start to dig. My intuition tells me an object of great importance is near. MC: “You said a Sea God’s legend originated from here… There…has to be…” I find a slab, cracked, in the ruins.

In exchange for her sincere devotion, Rafayel gives MC his heart. They make an eternal vow and bond, etched on their very souls.

MC: “...The heart belongs to the God of the Sea.”

MC: “Desiring the sincerest worship of mortals, thou must offer an irreplaceable object.” Rafayel: “The Sea God's heart, mine heart. Dost thou want it?”

MC: “You’re the god who gifted me this heart.”

MC: “We made a vow. You are the God of the Sea who has my sincerest devotion.”

It is my bond, my vow with Rafayel engraved deep within my soul.

MC: “Our vow is eternal.”

Continued on Part 2.

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Hi! Long time lurker, big fan of this blog. Can I request either a headcannon or a fic of Viv Tang?

Basically, it goes like this, it's an AU of some sort, where Viv and the Poppy leave MC. MC tried to hate them and forget them especially Viv, but couldn't do it. So out of spite and care, MC creates a whole organisation that revolves around protecting Viv and the others. (Making sure their heists go well, the police/government never finding them, making sure that their old enemies never get to them etc.) They've been doing this in private, but Viv and the others catch on, and that thought bothers them. Enough to make them distracted in their latest heist.

Their heist went down in shambles, leaving MC's crew to step in and made sure they're safe, leaving MC's mark to take the blame.

They were confused ofc, but MC's crew was just giddy and happy that they get to meet their leader's old crew.

Basically, they meet MC, MC makes them make it up to her.

And we know how in the original Viv route, we try really hard to pry her open and get her to trust us, well Viv does the same, trying to get MC to forgive her. And just angst ending with fluff please?

Lots of Love <3

This will contain both HC and story parts.

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· After Vivienne leaves MC poisoned in Paris, of course she’s pissed.

· A talk with Jace (and some stress painting) later, MC feels like she has a pretty good grasp of Vivienne’s decision

“She was scared,” she muses, idly playing with one of her brushes, a thoughtful frown on her face as her mind wanders to the other members. “And they were… willing to give her a way out, I guess? Pretty messed up, considering they got me in this whole thing to begin with…”

Thing is, they hadn’t left her without something. Zoe had made sure MC could return to her normal life ‘after you lay low for a bit, probably two months’, advice left in a letter alongside some cash. Enough to buy a few plane tickets around the world. First class.

Even after their most recent decision, MC could recall how careful and welcoming everyone had been. Vivienne was always a mystery, of course, lingering at the edge while MC got to know Jett and Zoe in the Art Club they had formed, or as MC debated with Remy and Leon about a movie they had been watching. With Nikolai, it was mostly challenges Nikolai loved to issue and MC was too proud to deny. But she was always there, in the background. She had become a rather comforting presence, as MC had formed bonds with everyone.

“This was not the best course of action, but they took it anyway.” Vivienne’s choice had been driven by emotion, raw panic, but MC just couldn’t wrap her mind around Nikolai or Zoe, both logical to the bone, supporting it. “There must have been something else, there.”

· With the anger slowly cooling off, MC thought she could almost begin to understand their reasons. The Poppy isn’t the sort of group to taint their hands with blood, not unless it’s absolute necessary.

· Celine had pushed everyone, even if the heist ended on a positive note.

· ‘I believe you have a place with us’, Nikolai had said. MC remembered the heist and how everything could have gone wrong.

· Their talent and quick-thinking are the only reason they got out of that situation relatively unharmed.

· No doubt the rest of their heists carried the same danger.

· MC thought of Celine, gun aiming at her chest, eyes glinting in Vivienne’s direction and made a split-second decision.

· There was no way, no way at all, that she was going to let anything happen to them.

…

· When Vivienne had first noticed the sudden lack of danger in their heists, she was instantly suspicious.

· She couldn’t afford to brush anything off in her line of work.

· Zoe finds the source in no time.

· To say they were confused as an understatement.

“I thought she was back in New York?”

“I don’t understand, why would she choose this?”

“We’re hardly so incompetent as to need a guard.”

“How long has this been happening?”

“Couple months, so maybe they started operating around March?” Zoe throws them a withering look so they’ll shut up, and lets out a long sigh once they do. “Point is, we’ve gained a new stalker, even if it’s her. She got a whole organization going, she’s pretty dedicated.”

“Of course she is, it’s why we choose her in the first place.”

“Technically, Vivienne did.”

“Well, yeah. Still, this is insane. So little time, and yet…”

“MC was always a fighter,” Vivienne says, quietly. “It’s certainly an… interesting choice…”

“She seems to have very good intel,” Zoe continues, eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. “Too good. She knows our every movement.”

“Which means she will be lurking around this heist.” Nikolai drums his fingers against his armchair, a frown firmly in place. “That might be a problem.”

“She’s been doing this for months, but we’ve never caught a glimpse of her. It’s safe to say she won’t approach us, right?”

“We probably shouldn’t, either. Not for now. We need more info on this organization of hers.”

“We’ll proceed as planned.”

· Except nothing goes as planned.

· Jett’s bombs don’t go off when they should, providing no distraction and thus no way of escape for Vivienne and Nikolai.

· No safe way, at any rate.

· The guards get suspicious of their malfunctioning equipment remarkably quick, moving to search the place.

· Remy gets found out first, though he stalls as much as he can.

· It’s enough time for Leon and Nikolai to think for a way out, though Remy is still with the guards.

· The bombs go off at that moment, and Vivienne is trapped.

· It’s at that moment that MC’s crew intervene.

· The guards are the most important issue, and so most of her crew go handle it.

· MC takes care of Vivienne personally.

“Well, that went great.” MC says, flashing Vivienne a cheeky smile when she finds her. Vivienne looks up at her with wide eyes, brown eyes glinting under the light of the room.

“How did you…”

“Questions later, darling. Can you walk?”

Vivienne blinks, taking a deep breath. The motion helps her get rid of most of her surprise. She knows she doesn’t have time to lose, so she accepts MC hand and follows her out. The trip is quiet, of course. Vivienne keeps a carefully neutral expression on, eyes flickering from the woman in front of her to the rest of their escape route.

It’s hard, trying to compare this woman with the one she had kissed all those months ago. She remembers how her hands grasped at her robe, passionate, truthful, those sweet words MC had muttered against Vivienne’s mouth, before the poison had taken effect.

MC had said she would never hurt Vivienne. Vivienne had poisoned her, afraid she would hurt MC.

It didn’t feel like she could hurt the woman before her, though, standing tall and strong and confident, a leader, someone made out of stone. For a moment, Vivienne had the impression poison wouldn’t even work on her anymore.

· MC had changed. It was as clear as the water glimmering outside the organization’s HQ.

· She wasn’t the same bubbly, hopeful girl Vivienne had taken around Paris, teaching everything she could about thievery.

· She wasn’t the same passionate, proud artist she had been, brush in hand, smiling in wonder and then frowning in concentration when she tried to capture something beautiful. Somehow, most of the time, the subject of her painting was Vivienne herself.

· She was steely, snarky, commanding the room with her very presence. All eyes followed her as she went, speaking clear orders for the crew to follow.

· In the beginning, they had stuck to the Gilded Poppy like glue, curious. No doubt they were trying to see why MC cared about them so much to go through this kind of trouble.

· One look from MC was enough to get them to disperse.

· This change… everything it entailed… Vivienne wanted to know more.

“So, how did it feel?” MC had asked her as soon as they got a moment alone. Vivienne shot her a glance, trying to decipher something in her expression.

“How did what feel?”

“Thinking you could force me out of this. You got me in this life.”

“I gave you a way out.”

“But I told you, didn’t I? I wanted this, and you…”

“I’ve lived all my life like this. I didn’t want you to face-”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have chosen me, then. Ever think of this little thing called consequences?”

Isadora flashes through her mind, quick, too quick. It leaves a trail of golden hair in the back on her mind, all too real when she closes her eyes. Vivienne presses her lips together, forces herself to focus.

“This organization…”

“Don’t let it get to your head, darling. It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“…The others, then.”

“Yes. Quid pro quo, and all that. I’ll see what I can ask in return later.”

“We didn’t ask you to intervene.”

“You didn’t ask before poisoning me, either. I feel like doing drastic things without asking for permission are common place around here.”

“That doesn’t even-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Did I save your lives, yes or no?”

Jett had said, before they got released from the medical ward, that the plan failing was entirely his fault, after getting too distracted thinking about MC to get his usual formulas right. Vivienne didn’t doubt him – Jett was, after all, very dedicated to his craft. A mistake was unthinkable, unless something of this magnitude managed to get to him.

He felt guilty and weirded out, probably, she thinks bitterly, despite everything being my fault, as per usual.

“…you did.”

The smile that stretches over MC’s face is almost predatory, brown eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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