#obey me fanfic crossover

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.

Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.

Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?

Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.

Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.

Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.

DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.

I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.

JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.

Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.

One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.

There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.

But I just think it's a fun concept.

[loweya-blog]

Miss Piggy and The Demons

(Fuck it I’m doing this mini crack fic XD)

The delicate. The beautiful. The angelic and utterly famous superstar Miss Piggy did NOT expect her morning to turn out like this. But…. it wasn’t half bad. At one point she was in hell which was unfortunate. But at another point…. 

Look at all these HOTTIES! 

Before her stood a very handsome man with dark red hair and some sort of red dress. Change out the dress for a nice skin tight pair of black pants and a shirt…. No wait, scrap the shirt. Have him shirtless….

“Welcome to the Devildom…” The HUNK of a man began talking before stopping with a bewildered look on his fine face. 

The other hunk, the one with black hair, looked confused as well. The blonde one with that bowtie began laughing while the other gorgeous blonde, wearing lovely pink nail polish, was also laughing. Miss Piggy had no idea what they were laughing at but she did know they all rightfully were staring at her. She flipped her hair. 

“Excuse me, FINE gentlemen but….what am I doing here?” Miss Piggy asked in her most delicate voice. 

“I’m confused as well. I don’t know why Lucifer brought a pig here.” The barbaric blonde with too much pink said. 

Miss Piggy shot him a dirty look as Lucifer sighed.

“She is technically a resident of the human world….so… I suppose her papers weren’t excluded. She’s still a candidate.” Lucifer said. 

Candidate? They should be honored to be in the presence of someone as beautiful and famous as her! They gave Miss Piggy a run down of what was going on. She was an exchange student from the human world for culture or something blah blah blah. Most of her attention was on Diavolo's lovely eyes…. And his massive chest. How in the world did he get such pecs?!

She had to give a phone call to some bozo with a new phone. D.D.D. Whatever. It was the same thing. 

“Yoooooo.” The stranger on the phone said. 

“Hello? You are speaking with the elegant Miss Piggy.” Miss Piggy responded with all the grace and loveliness of an angel. 

And she got back immediate laughter. Her temper rose as she heard the jerk laughing right at her. Fortunately Lucifer commanded this “Mammon” fellow to get down there. When he finally arrived, he ran up to Miss Piggy and demanded money from her. That was it!

“HIYAAA!” 

She karate chopped him right in the face and sent him flying. The other demons looked at the scene with eyes wide open in surprise. 

“And it’s MISS Piggy to you! Humph!” 

“Looks like Miss Piggy will be able to handle herself.” Diavolo said with a laugh. 

This would be one interesting year…

(@roseycanvas you asked for this..... XD)

[roombathesequel]

asmo and vil play dti (featuring yuu/mc)

(an: SHOUTOUT TO MY LOVELY BETA READER @mmmmmmoldycheese THEYRE COOL)

it was a normal day for our lovely yuu (im just gonna refer to mc/yuu as yuu for this fic so it isnt confusing), just relaxing at ramshackle dorm while playing some DTI. atleast thats what i wouldve said if vil fucking schoeneheit didnt join randomly and just starts slaying so hard that he always ended up on the podium.(wow he slays so much omg)then like an hour after vil joined asmo decided “fuck it! imma join my lovely little partner on roblox and start fighting in the chat (AND VC THIS PETTY BITCH) with the person who keeps on winning when i dont win!!!” AND MADE SO MUCH DRAMA!!

“bro its not that deep!! he won cuz he slayed that theme, not cuz it was rigged!” yuu yelled at vil, trying to find out how the two most fashionable (and petty) people they know are somehow still fighting after like 30 minutes. “”SHUT UP YUU!!”” asmo and vil screamed at the same time, effectively almost breaking yuu’s poor eardrums, “OH MY FUCKING GOD SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!”. cue the whole vc starting to laugh at yuu’s sudden outburst as asmo and vil were left stunned. yuu took a deep breath and went on with the game as if nothing had happened.

[time skip to like an hour later cuz i make the rules here]

“yuu~ can you vote me 5 stars please?~ i promise i wont ask again~” asmo pleaded with yuu. vil snorted at that but covered it up with a cough, “as if your outfits would be worthy of 5 stars! hey potato, give me 5 stars instead.” “hah? you think theyre gonna give you 5 stars just cause you asked?” “well you seem to think that will work seeing as you asked first.” “oh shut up! i was doing that ironically!!(he says, like a liar)” *insert more petty arguing here im too lazy to write it :P.*  “OH YEAH?! WELL I HAVE A HIGHER CHANCE OF WINNING SO YUU WOULD PROBABLY WANNA DUO WITH ME MORE THAN YOU!!!” (you can choose who said that line <3)

cuz of comedic timing lilia then joined the server and yuu immediately saw an opportunity to be a little chaos gremlin “oh hey lilia!! you wanna duo?” lillia also sensing an opportunity to also be a little chaos gremlin automatically agreed, “oh of course i would love to duo with you!!” *insert lilia smug face while asmo and vil look offended as fuck teehee* 

[the next theme is freestyle]

“HELL YEAH WE’RE GONNA NAIL THIS LILIA!!!!!! LETS GO GAMERS!”

[timeskip to runway cuz i choose what happens this is my fic <3]

*vil slaying the runway cuz hes vil*

*asmo slaying the runway cuz hes asmo*

then we have…….

OMG IS THAT LILIA AND YUU ABSOLUTELY DEVOURING SLAYING SO HARD I FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR THE RUNWAY?!?!?!?!?!!!!???!?!!! YES IT IS!!!!!!!! *pose 28 spam cuz yay*

[lilia and yuu got first place! yayy!!!!]

*awkward silence…* “....what the actual FUCK yuu?! since when were you so good at this game?!?!??!?” asmo stared at his screen flabbergasted, how the hell did yuu get so good at this game and how could he learn?? “fufufufu~ its quite simple actually,” started lilia, “its called layering!! Kinda hard to learn how to do properly but one you got it you can make amazing outfits!” finished yuu.

cue lilia and yuu teaching asmo and vil how to layer for the next hour

THE END

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

A Youthful Marriage is a Choice

(A/N: Cross-upload of a fanfic chapter in Ao3. I just wanted to also post it here because I want to share and have this be a part of what I do here. I'm somehow proud of this.)

Ghost Bride 23: A Youthful Marriage is a Choice

“YOU DO?!” Everyone asked in unison. Everyone but Eliza asked with confusion and shock in their faces and voices. 

“I thought you don’t want to be courted and you’re forced to do all this?” Trey asked, still frozen. Everyone has their eyes on her. Yuki squirmed in her seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit but unfortunately, she can feel her hands in her gloves very sweaty.

Yuki flinched after hearing that question. With Asmo leading, she realized that maybe her initial plan of seeking Asmo for help will make things worse especially for Mammon and Deuce, who aren’t the most great at charming brides, are with him and especially knowing that the reason Eliza still continues this courtship thing is for her own sake.

Yuki is very sure, no one will change Eliza’s mind into having another prince other than Idia.

“Um…I…ahem…change my mind, that’s why.” She began stuttering avoiding eye contact. She can feel her heart beating. She really can’t afford to be found out. “Umm..I realized that maybe Princess Eliza is right. Maybe my age is not ideal for marriage anymore once I reach sixteen.”

“You’re fifteen years old, ” Leona began. “You shouldn’t be saying that.”

“I’m pretty sure except for Idia all of us aren’t even married yet let alone engaged.” Azul said frankly.

They are right. Yuki cleared her throat again. “I’m just worried that I’m not pretty enough when I reach eighteen.” She tried again, choosing a random age number.

“Psh..Oh please Yuki, I’m  still pretty and I’m eighteen.” Vil said, rolling his eyes.

 That is true.

“But I’m not like you Vil-senpai…what if no one likes me in the future?”

Yuki was cringing internally as she pretended to be worried about being pretty.

There was silence. Every Night Raven boy looked at her with a frown as if seeing through her bad attempt in acting.

“Yuki…you’re still in a transition between a human child and an adult,”  Lilia said. “You may not be a fae to live to an age of thousand but I’m sure someone will like you even if you’re sixty.”

“Uh…Uhmm..hmmm.” The prefect was speechless at hearing that advice. A thought of being single at age sixty appeared in her head when Lilia said that. She would always think that instead of cats, she is surrounded by her immortal friends. However, if there is a world where she lived normally without any magic influence, Seeing herself as an old woman surrounded by cats isn’t a bad future but it does make her heart sink knowing she would die single.  

“YUUUUKIII!!!” She heard Mammon cry and Asmo calling to her excitedly and before she knew it, she found herself cradling Asmo’s upper torso and Mammon slapping her left arm and leg with his paws. Asmo laid his back on her lap while his legs carried most of his weight.

“If you want to get married, let’s get married now!” Mammon declared.

“Oh Yuki, you’re so adorable, I would faint, catch me in your lovely arms.” Asmo sighed with affection as he dramatically put his forearm against his forehead.

Yep…this is the reality she’s been imagining for the rest of her life.

[the-great-empress]

The kings and queens will return

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[tu2tru]

intro post ✧ ˚ · . .ᐟ.ᐟ

hello ! small introduction ! ♡ ᵔᴗᵔ my name is tutu ! i go by he/him :> audhd

⋅⋆∙━ fandoms !!

◦ obey me ◦ avatar (JC) ◦ mystic messenger ◦ omori ◦ genshin ◦ jujutsu kaisen ˎˊ˗ i have many more interests ! this is just a small bunch. i'm into many video games, animes, shows, mangas, and more similar to what i've listed! i will slowly update this list as time moves on, and i prioritize other fandoms.

✧˖° 彡 what i will be posting ! i like to write headcanons, small scenarios, and even sometimes stories / alternative universes of characters from the fandoms i've listed above (and more)! i do not have a consistent upload schedule as of now ... i'll just post whenever i get new ideas :) (though, things could change!). this is purely just for fun! and i hope you enjoy it as much as i will! you might see ; - cross ships - rare pairs - angst - fluff / hurt comfort - LGBTQIA+ content - neurodiverse content

what you will NOT be seeing ; - nsfw - dead dove - pro ships - !nc3st , noncon/dubcon, related harmful material

DNI list ; - pro shippers, zoos, - homophobes & racists - furry antis - neo pronoun/gender antis - cross shipper / rare pair antis

- self proclaimed fujoshis thank u for reading ! remember to drink water and take ur meds !

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[shakingcryingwriting]

Who would a reader a pjo×obeyme! Crossover fic? Cuz I'm writing it

It's completely plausible, especially with the theatrics of the pjo mulitverse i.e., kane chronicles and magnus chase

SUMMARY: MC is an unclaimed demigod at Camp Half-Blood, a long-term resident of Cabin 11, and a former member of Krono's army. One night, they go to bed and see Camp Half-Blood for the last time

Notes: you/yours/they/them; you are Mc, ofc; takes place somewhere between Last Olympian and Lost Hero (closer to Last Olympian); kinda went headcanon-y with the brothers but pfft who cares

Warnings: Spoilers for both obey me and Pjo; cussing I suppose

Camp Half-Blood hadn't felt this foreign since your first year.

Then, everything was fresh and shiny, new and exciting. Each cabin felt like a grand temple; each camper a hero of legend. You hadn't been able to hold back your ogling eyes and wide-ranging curiosities.

You could remember the jolt of excitement from the first time you hopped on a pegasus or the first time a faceless peer had dropped a broad sword in your hands. You could remember the terror-fueled adrenaline from your first time playing capture the flag, being ambushed by a few Athena kids while you were guarding the flag, or your first time facing a slobbering, snarling hellhound on the one quest you'd been allowed.

Now, tension flooded every crowded room and dripped from every uttered word.

The war was long since over, the shrouds long since burned. Dinner was held in the same pavilion; songs were sung around the same campfire. And yet, as fall neared ever closer, shadows still lingered:

In the eyes of war's witnesses.

In the silence between words.

In the empty spaces left behind by loved ones.

It was ever prevalent sitting on the porch of Herms's Cabin with no company but the cricket chirping at your feet and the consistent rocking of the chair in which you sat.

The last breaths of summer tickled your cheeks and tousled your hair. The setting sun was a dim echo beneath your closed eyelids. Training had turned your muscles into putty. The day had been hot and sticky and sweat still clung to all your nooks and crannies. You would have to head down to the showers sooner or later, but for now, on the cusp of slumber with the night's chill setting in around you, you could relax.

Of course, you appreciated the rest; who wouldn't?

But it would never be possible if Camp Half-Blood was at its peak.

Only a few campers could be seen on the green: A boy on his knees in the dirt outside the Demeter Cabin; Two girls holding hands as they headed off toward the volleyball court; A young girl tending to the central hearth, and you, of course. In the distance, the Stoll brothers were trying to push each other off the rock wall, and even farther away was the distinct sound of Clarisse La Rue giving someone a piece of her mind.

There were others, of course, there were others, but in a moment like that, you couldn't help but feel emptiness.

"Mc"

"JESUS!"

You nearly jumped out of her skin. You turned to find a familiar blonde girl with grey eyes at the corner of the cabin smiling at you.

"Spoke ya?" she asked.

"Yes!" you exclaimed, then quickly added, "Of course not!"

Annabeth Chase laughed, a sound you'd quite missed during your time in... Nevermind.

Annabeth hoisted herself up on the edge of the porch, not bothering with the stairs. "So," she started, "Percy and I are thinking of sneaking out and heading to the beach tonight."

"Uh-huh," you drawled, watching her trace the wood patterns of the porch with her finger.

"We plan to get some swimming in before the summer ends," she glanced up for your reaction, and when you said nothing she continued with "Do you want to come swimming?"

"And third wheel for you and your boyfriend?" you scoffed. "No thanks."

Annabeth's face reddened ever so. "He's not-Well ... You wouldn't be third-wheeling," she said.

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a moment, thinking. You'd missed Annabeth the past year, you really had. Before the war, you'd been the closest of friends... Then you picked Luke over her...

You both wanted things back to normal. And normal was getting up to no good that Annabeth would otherwise frown upon. So sure, what the hell?

"Great," Annabeth's smile was brighter than the sun at noon. "I'll see you then. Around 12 ish?"

"Sure," you smiled back, though your tired body hated the idea.

Annabeth rose from her spot just as the dinner horn blew in the distance.

She glanced over her shoulder at you.

You heaved a dramatic sigh before attempting to stand from your chair. A long groan came out instead as your back ached, locking you in a hunch for a moment too long.

Annabeth laughed again, "Need a hand, old man / lady?"

"Shut up," something in your knee cracked as you made your way down the few stairs the porch had to offer.

Annabeth looped her arm through yours, either for comradery's sake or because she was fully giving into the elderly bit, you'll never really know. Together, you headed off for the dining pavilion.

Dinner was the same as any dinner, at least from the past couple of weeks. Quieter than it should have been, but still bustling with excitement for the upcoming capture the flag game that Connor Stoll was quick to remind you of the moment you sat down.

"Hear Athena's got a new magic item up their sleeve," he said before your ass had even hit the seat. Travis slid into place on the other side of you.

"Yeah, right," he scoffed before leaning in so only you and Connor could hear, "If you ask me, it's a loada shit. They probably just started that rumor to get us on our toes."

"Yeah, say that when they hand us our asses Friday," Connor rolled his eyes.

This conversation continued all the way up to the sacrifice hearth. You'd never been quite sure who to sacrifice to, and seeing as it was weeks after the war and you were still unclaimed, you doubted you ever would, but you dropped in a nice buttery roll anyway.

Dinner went by quickly, filled with endless chatter and argument. Soon, campers were draining out of the dining pavilion and flooding into the amphitheater.

A campfire was already going and Apollo's kids were already roasting marshmallows. Everyone filed into their respective section, sitting under the banner of their cabin. Some went straight for the smores first, though.

Quite full from dinner, you took your seat far from the center of the Hermes section. On one side, there was the slightly more crowded Hephaestus Cabin, and on the other was the solo Hades camper.

You'd seen Nico before the war, but you hadn't known him to be a child of the death god. It was nice to see he'd been claimed. When your eyes met, you flashed him a friendly smile. He quickly glanced away, his cheeks almost flushed in the firelight, and gave you a tentative wave back.

One of Apollo's sons scooped up a guitar down by the fire and spit out a few experimental notes before jumping into the fan-favorite song I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa.

The music had not gotten better while you were away.

But you sang along anyway, specifically when Connor Stoll, singing his lungs out right next to you, nudged you repeatedly with his shoulder and nodded encouragingly. By the third song, you were giggling and singing just as bad as he was.

Eventually, the day's activities got the better of you. You shouted to Connor over the ruckus that you were going to bed, he called you a prude, and you headed off.

Camp was much less welcoming in the dark. Sometimes, past the light of the periodically placed torches, you wondered if you'd see a hideous face or a pair of glowing eyes peering out at you. Of course, something like that was ridiculous. Camp Half-Blood was safe. The only safe place for you. You shook your paranoia off as you approached Cabin 11 once more.

Sometimes, it was jarring seeing the inside of Cabin 11. You'd done so so many times, but nearly two summers ago you'd accepted the fact that you would never see it again before you ran off into the night, hellbent on getting revenge on a parent you didn't know. Even now, it felt like stepping into the past rather than another room.

You made it over to your little spot on the floor. After the war, demigods had been claimed much more often, but before that, Travis had joked that you were a traitor and should keep the floor. You'd taken it a little too seriously and by the time a bed was free, more Hermes campers had been claimed. So, the floor it was.

You knelt down on your bedroll, contemplating that much-needed shower. Was it worth it if you were going to swim later anyway? You decided against it and against putting actual pajamas on, too. The shorts and tee shirt you wore would be fine. You were more or less taking a nap, not really sleeping.

You flopped down on the bedroll and melted the moment your body was wrapped in a blanket. You were going to set an alarm for yourself and put on a sleep mask (let's face it, those Hermes kids would barge in and turn the light on whether you were sleeping or not).

Instead, your eyes closed and sleep took you.

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

Warnings: Blood, choking, violence, toxic characters

@peachrylic 

He scrunched his nose in disgust, the room smelled putrid. Perhaps, it was the rotting corpses of the residents in the mansion, how was it that he could see everyone reduced to ashes before his eyes yet not be affected by the flames in the least? 

Dull eyes scanned over the room, he could see the silhouette of a woman on the floor. Her stunning blonde hair continued to shine despite the fact that her porcelain skin had a degree of lifelessness to it. She lay extremely pale. One good look at her and Y/n could tell that Roxana had perished the same fate the rest of the Agriche had. She was burned alive, her own plan had cost her life, yet, even at the brink of death she remained fearless. A quality that only true Argiche’s have. In fact, she knew she was going to die yet her dedication for revenge overweight her will to continue living. If she were to die, she would die satisfied, with the blood of the Agriche lineage on her hands. She was raised to do this, they wanted her to be a true Agriche and here she was, the mastermind behind this mass murder.

Oh how fascinating Roxana was, it truly was a shame he couldn’t keep her by his side forever, he frowned slightly, she had always acted out of order. He would not have been able to keep her in line, someone like her was more than capable of getting what she wanted out of him. Perhaps, Roxana dying was a favor instead of a shame, after all, he wouldn’t want to be played by this disobedient temptress. 

Y/n had always been the strongest in his family, perhaps it was because he was apathetic and  impassive. His lack of human emotions had always given him the upper hand, or it may have been an inherited trait from his mother. He wondered if his mother and that blonde doll of hers had survived. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, he walked closer to Roxana’s corpse. Of course they hadn’t survived, this was Roxana’s doing and she would have made sure she destroyed everyone and everything.

He would soon be destroyed as well, his tolerance to black magic only went so far. His skilled body had warded off the powerful flames for as long as it could, he could now feel the flames taking over him. He kneeled down and held Roxana tight in his arms, he would follow her to hell. There was far too much yet to know about her, he admired her confident personality, she was always calm and collected, even in the presence of him. 

He had always been used to people being terrified of him but Roxana..? She didn’t have the slightest bit of fear in her eyes. She was fearless, he couldn’t care less about what happened to the rest of the family, he wanted to see Roxana again. How could he torment her? He wanted her to be afraid of him. Holding her tighter he clenched his fists in pain, the flames were an ancient spell, often used to burn down witches. Roxana had wanted nothing more than for her family to fall apart, they deserved only the most agonizing death. Suppressing a groan, he felt the flames ripping his chest apart, every part of him 

The Agriche Nobility had collapsed, not a single soul survived, Roxana had made sure of that. 

Y/n shifted uncomfortably, as he blinked and opened his scarlet eyes. This was not his room, his room was black with minimal to no decor items, yet it still looked polished and elegant. Meanwhile, this room was cluttered with papers and books, it was an unnecessary mess in his sight. Had it been him he would have organized the papers perfectly, not a single piece would have been out of place. His gaze fixated on the wall, he wondered if he had made it out of the Agriche or if this was truly what they called the afterlife. Footsteps…Footsteps were approaching, Y/n rose up elegantly and stood tall, hovering over a shelf of forbidden books. He must be on his guard at all times. He hoped this sojourn was short, he had work he needed to get back to… when he was an Agriche… now he was no longer one, what would he do now? That didn’t quite mean that he could afford to lose his mastery of brute strength though, he should work on it, perhaps Roxana would be afraid of him, at last.

Snapping back from his train of thoughts he noticed the metal door knob shift. His body stiffened as his face grew darker as a blonde man walked into the room.

“What am I doing here?” Y/n asked in an intimidating manner, only to get a scornful glance from the blonde.

Satan did not like that Y/n was taller than him, it made him feel inferior.

“Welcome, to devildom,” Satan muttered through gritted teeth, this man’s presence felt worse than Lucifer’s.

“Devildom?” Y/n repeated, his eyes slightly relaxed, he had no need to be worried, his strength would easily surpass the blonde’s. The boy was petite and not nearly as well-built as Y/n.

A grey feline peeks to look at Y/n from behind Satan, the blonde picks the cat up and pats it gently. He seemed quite fond of the tabby.

“That woman,” Satan motioned towards the door as he walked out

“That woman informed us of your arrival,” Satan finished, his train of thoughts ending as he met eye to eye with the taller man

“Roxana?” Y/n asked curiously, he was now interested in this conversation

“I believe that was what she was named,” Satan nodded

“Why don’t you stay here while I inform my brothers of the situation?” Satan shifted his gaze, hoping this man would stop following him.

Y/n turned away and sat down on Satan’s bed, much to Satan’s relief 

A small grey creature pounced on top of Y/n, stretching its paws and making itself comfortable on his lap.

Wasn’t that Satan’s tabby?

Perhaps if he…

He brought his hands to the feline, stroking its fur, his hands fixated on its neck and his grip tightened.

The cat helplessly shifted around, to get away from his tight grip, it soon succumbed to a broken neck as Y/n’s grip strengthened.

It seemed that the appalling creature was taken care of, he wondered how Satan would react to this new gift… would he like it?

[cifer-ulqui]

ok but crossover fics are the most fun to write

[sassykattery]

Love's Web Pt. 5

Finally.

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Vague spoilers about ATSV.

Smut scene: explicit descriptions of sex. oral (f! receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, use of restraints.

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy

Masterlist

"What?"

"Breve statuae," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. "They mean estéril."

[Latin; short-lived statue] [Spanish; sterile]

"I..."

She gave an amused but bitter laugh. "The demons knew immediately when I came down here. It's part of my soul's makeup; I was born this way."

Miguel made the connection.

-

"She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match."

-

An heir.

"I'm sorry..." Miguel started to say.

"Don't be," she huffed, wiping away the tears. "I'm glad I know this now about you instead of... Anyway. Now you know too."

He tossed down his empty glass and scooted closer to her. "No, mi vida, please. Instead of...? What?" He placed a hand on her thigh.

[My life]

"Instead of being in love with you and then heartbroken later," she snapped quietly, wiping the relentless tears away.

"Bombón, please listen. That doesn't matter to me–"

"It does! Don't lie to me and say it doesn't! That's something you clearly wanted, and I can't give you that, ever! So don't set me up to believe it could work when two years down the line you leave me for someone who fucking can!" She barked at him, flinching away from his touch and standing abruptly. He heard the despair and heartbreak in her voice, and he scrambled to his feet to stop her as she turned away.

"Altaira! You're not listening to me!" He snapped at her. She stopped in her tracks, her arms folded, but she wouldn't look at him. "If I tell you it doesn't bother me or matter, then you have to believe me–"

"Then you're lying to yourself!" She shrieked, turning around to face him. Green fires danced around her feet, and pink ones danced at her fingertips. "You wanted–"

Miguel strode forward and grabbed her shoulders, getting in her face. His brows were pinched and eyes wide with fear as his breathing became shallow and ragged.

"What I want now is you!" She was finally silent then, looking shocked, so he continued. "Every goddamn day that I'm here, I want you! I dream about you, I hear your singing and see the way you look bareskinned in my head, I think about a future with you. I don't care about the rest because if I did, I wouldn't have you!"

She became stiff and still, her eyes wide as he continued to yell at her.

"I haven't felt an ounce of love since that last day. But ever since I met you, I feel nothing but your love, even if it's not for me. How you care so deeply about those around you, making sure everyone's needs are met while denying your own– It makes me want to take care of you. It makes me want to love you so your needs are met, because you so easily meet mine without trying."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I d-d-don't understand–"

"I love you, Altaira. I wanted to tell you that yesterday, or at least show you," he stated desperately, maintaining intense eye contact. "I crave your time and attention, your love and care, so deeply, it hurts. And I want to give you mine so badly." He sighed and tilted her chin up, holding her jaw in his hand. His voice fell quiet, and his pitch went lower. "La luz de mis ojos."

[The light of my eyes]

"I..." she started to say but stopped, looking into his eyes. "I had that same thought for the first time last night... It's what has been eating at me." She sighed and replied, "I don't know if it's love, but I feel very strongly for you."

"That's okay," he murmured, cupping her face.

"Amorcito," he purred to her, looking her in the eyes, "May I kiss you?"

"Please," she replied.

He stepped closer to her and kissed her passionately, instantly deepening the kiss with his tongue and demanding her lips obey his whim. Quite suddenly, he was grabbing a hold of her to lift her up using his arm strength alone. She held onto him while he was kneeling down to the blanket on the sand again.

"Mi vida, cosita linda, my sweet sweet coriño," he murmured to her with a smile. "You're so precious to me."

"Do you... want to head home?" She murmured in his ear bashfully.

He chuckled in her ear. "What? Don't want to get sand everywhere?"

"Preferably no, I don't," she replied rather honestly.

"What about your roommates?"

"To hell with them," she replied, looking back into his eyes.

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The moment they walked into the door, the demons had scattered as Miguel and Altaira stumbled around, kissing one another and tossing off shoes and jackets, leaving a trail down to her bedroom.

From the dining hall, Beel, Lucifer, and Satan all watched it unfold, brows raised and becoming very still to not attract attention.

"Well, that answers that," Satan said with a sigh.

"As long as she's happy," Lucifer reminded them as much as himself.

They went back to their tasks as the two lovebirds danced around out of sight. When they made it to her room, she slammed the door shut and hexed it and the entire room with one wave of her hand.

"What's that?" He murmured, taking her into his arms again and kissing her neck.

"Insurance," she mumbled with a smile as she threaded her hands through his hair. "We won't be disturbed."

"Mm, listo," he chuckled darkly.

[Prepared, in the sense of being clever]

The two collided in another passionate kiss, and he totally captured her in his embrace. Walking her back, when the back of his leg met the bed, he turned her around and fell onto the bed with her, settling on top of her.

"I want to see you," she rasped, her fingers dancing along the hem of his shirt. He smirked and deactivated his suit beneath the street clothes she got him. Stretching his arms up, he pulled the shirt over his head, crumpled it up, and tossed it aside. When he looked back to her, he could almost see hearts in her eyes as she drank him in. Without much thought, she reached up to his chest and gently pressed her fingers into his skin. Not only was he muscular, but he was thick. There were skinny but muscular men, but no, this one was muscular and built like a tank. If she could purr with content, she would have in that moment.

"Perfection," she whispered, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles. He chuckled.

His hands dropped to her shirt too, silently asking for her permission. When she nodded, he helped slip her blouse over her head, leaving her in a black, see-through lace bra. He leaned forward to kiss her again while sliding his hands under her back to unhook it. She wriggled around and held her arms out for him to peel it off her body and toss it aside, too. He gazed down at her full breasts on display for him.

Kissing her again, he mumbled against her lips, "Tell me what you like or don't like."

A hot blush danced across her cheeks. "Um..."

"Shall I just find out for myself?" He asked playfully. She didn't respond then either, so he proceeded to caress her breasts, molding them in his hands and pinching her nipples between his fingers. The moment his hands made contact, she was arching into his touch. His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and forcing more moans out of her.

"Muy linda, amorcito, keep going," he purred to her, clearly enthralled by her. He moved lower, kissing down her neck, giving gentle bites as he went. When he was level with her breasts, he looked up at her as he began kissing them, avoiding her nipples completely and watching for her reaction. She huffed and moaned, squirming beneath him. Her legs twitched and would rub against his.

[Very cute, my little love]

"Miguel," she whimpered softly. He pulled his lips away with a pop after leaving a hickey. Looking down briefly, he smirked with satisfaction before meeting her gaze again.

"Si, cosita linda, I'm here," he murmured to her.

"Don't tease," she replied pitifully. He chuckled and caressed her sides again.

"Oh, but mi amorcito, it's so fun to tease you. You're encantador."

[Enchanting]

A whine percolated in her throat, and she looked away bashfully. He tutted her and kissed her again. After a few more moments, he pulled away and gazed down at her longingly.

"Cariño, do you want to keep going?" He asked her softly. She finally looked to him again and nodded. His hands carefully tugged down her jeans, waiting to see if she'd object, but when she wriggled with him and pulled her legs back to help, he quickly shucked them off and let them fall in a heap off the side of the bed with a thud.

Miguel gazed down at her, taking in the contors of her thighs and the matching black transparent lace panties she wore. Shifting down on the bed, he backed up to level his face with her thighs. He held one of her thighs up to begin kissing the sensitive inner flesh of it. She twitched, leaning into his touch, causing him to smile again. It surprised her when he kissed her mound over her panties, making her jolt from the sensation.

"I like a little... roughness."

Miguel stopped in his tracks, frozen by the smallest squeak of a confession from her. He side-eyed her with his nose and cheek still pressed to her thigh.

"How rough?" He asked with a slight growl.

"I mean, when you bared your fangs at me that one night, I got turned on by it."

His own brows went up, surprised by the next confession.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you care about these?" He asked roughly, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties over her hip.

"...No," she finally answered.

His talons pierced through the material as they came out of his fingertips, and he brought his hand down in one forceful pull, shredding the fabric and ripping them completely off. Her little gasp only fed into his behavior as quickly lurched forward to lick a fat stripe with his tongue up her lower lips. It surprised her so much she started to sit up, but with his other hand, he pushed her back down and held her there. The next couple moves happened so quickly, as he buried his face into her cunt and swirled his tongue over her clit.

"Miguel!" She squealed out, half shocked, half pleased by him. A small hint of a smile started to form on her lips as her eyes closed.

"Look at me," he snapped at her. He didn't move until they fluttered open again, and then he went back to his present task: eating her out.

"Oh-oh!" She whined, his tongue attacking her clit with such force that she was well over the line for stimulation, crossing into overstimulation. He adjusted his arm placement by hanging her thighs on his shoulders and then reaching up to grab onto her breasts. Her hands instantly came to rest over his, something he quite liked seeing, much like seeing her so debauched.

"Cosita linda riddled to nothing but a mess with just my tongue. I'm intrigued to see how you'll act when my cock is buried inside of you, mi tesoro," he told her.

"Oh– oh god," she whined when his tongue dropped lower and began sinking into her needy cunt. He paused for a moment.

"Dios can't help you now, amorcito," he growled to her. He then bullied his tongue into her, caressing her slick walls with his muscle, teasing her in all the right places so that one of her hands came to rest on the top of his head, fingers curling into his locks.

[God]

"Ohhhhh no– wait– ah!" She tried to say but failed as one of his hands sank back to thumb her clit. His other hand left her chest to take hold of her hip to keep her from squirming away from his ministrations. He moaned into her pussy, eyes locked on hers as she started to grind against his mouth. The talon on his thumb gently scraped against her skin in a circle on her hip, lighting up her senses to build her release.

"Miggy, I'm close," she panted. He nearly smiled at her calling him that. "Please."

He slowed down and eased his ministrations, much to her frustration. She looked down at him with teary eyes, her lips pursed.

"Wha-"

"I need to work you open, cariño," he murmured. He pulled his mouth away and then took his dominant hand down to slip his fingers in her folds, propping himself up with his other elbow.

Her eyes widened but her head went back as she felt the first digit slip into her drenched cunt.

"What did I say, cosita linda?" He reminded her. Her head tilted forward as she looked down at him once more. He held still. "Say it," he ordered.

"Look at you," she whined.

"Buena chica," he praised her. "I know you can be good for me." She nodded, and he tilted his head down again to lick her clit lavishly as he began to slowly pump his middle finger in.

[Good girl]

"More," she rasped, the look of lust and hunger in her eyes while she peered down at him.

"Are you my good girl?" He asked her with a smirk. She nodded eagerly. "Are you going to watch me finger fuck you? Stretch you open?"

A loud moan left her lips, followed by a nod. "Please."

"Oh, so sweet, hermosa," he murmured. He added a second finger slowly. She let out a sob at feeling a little fuller now, her sweet spots being caressed by his thick fingers.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You like that?" He teased her. "Where's your spot, hm?" Tilting her hips up with one hand and changing the angle of his wrist, his fingers sank deeper until they were at the hilt, and that's when she saw stars.

"There!" She cried out, throwing her head back and then struggling to look at him.

"Coño, there she is. You love this, don't you?" He purred to her when he felt her walls tighten down.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once more. He sat up to hover above her while keeping his digits deep inside her, pumping faster. She looked up into his eyes, the orgasmic haze taking over.

"Be good for me, amorcito. Cum for me," he murmured to her with an encouraging tone. She nodded and sat up to kiss him, pulling him flush with her while he kept fucking her on his fingers. "One more?" He asked roughly. She nodded again, and he finally sank a third in.

That was it for her, falling apart after being teased and denied it. He groaned when he felt her walls flutter and pulse around his fingers, the wet noises sounding so much more obscene now as her release dripped out. Her cries of bliss filled the room, the sound of pure satisfaction in his mins. His movements slowed to a stop before pulling his hand away, and he let her hold onto him while she calmed down. She was trembling slightly, so he kissed her forehead and whispered his words of comfort in Spanish to her. Her cheek rested against his shoulder.

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"I wonder how humans do it?" Mammon asked, twirling his pencil while staring down at his stick drawing of him and Altaira kissing.

"Oh my Diavolo, you watch porn. You know how," Asmo answered mockingly.

The youngest six brothers sat around the living room, trying not to listen to the screams, thuds, and moans from down the hall. There may have been a spell to keep them out, but that didn't keep the noises in.

"Oi! N-No–"

Satan rolled his eyes. "Don't bother lying. We know you do. I think what you're asking is how does Altaira do it?"

"I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells," Beel blurted out. Everyone except Belphie slowly turned their heads to look at the sixth born.

"I mean... surely, yeah?" Satan asked. Everyone had a blush building on their cheeks. Belphie rolled his eyes.

"You all are insufferable," the youngest mumbled.

"Regardless, you all would do well to find something else to do than loaf about here," Lucifer snapped as he walked in.

"Don't even, Lucifer. We know you're just as mad," Mammon quipped smugly. "We're all upset that we–

Knock knock

"Oh no–" Lucifer spun on his heels to quickly walk to the front door before it could open.

"Crap, is that...?" Levi asked nervously.

"Yeah, uh, I think we should all take Lucifer's advice and go," Satan said quickly, closing his book and dashing to his room.

"I think it's him. Make yourself scarce," Mammon urged his other brothers out of the living room and out of sight.

"Just a moment!" Lucifer called out, trying to hex the door before it opened. Before he could complete the spell, Barbatos opened it to reveal Diavolo on the other side.

"Good evening Lucifer," Diavolo chirped to the eldest. The Avatar made it to the door before Diavolo could step inside, causing the prince to raise a brow.

"Good evening. Did you need something?" Lucifer asked a little hastily.

"Ah, well, I wanted to talk with you about some RAD events, and then Altaira about our monthly chess game. Is she here? Can I come in?" Diavolo replied with a smile.

"Now... isn't the best time," Lucifer stated. "We're busy." Instantly, Diavolo saw through this and frowned.

"What is it?" The Demon Lord asked in a lower pitch and then heard a loud bang. "Is something going on? Where's Altaira?"

Before Lucifer could fully stop him, the prince walked into the House and was immediately bombarded with the smells and sounds of what was transpiring down the hall. His eyes widened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Lucifer and Barbatos stood at his backside and watched how he clenched his fists, his back tensing up even beneath his coat.

"I– I have to go," Diavolo stated, turning on his heel and blowing past the other two demons as he dashed out of the door.

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"Better?" He mumbled to her softly.

"Yeah... I can keep going," she offered. He hummed with approval.

"Can I do something?" He asked very quietly. She chirped her agreement in reply. While staring into his eyes, she felt his hands take a hold of hers, and then both of her hands into one of his, as he pulled her arms up, stretching well above her head, almost to the point of straining. She held her hands there as he pulled his away, but then felt something slick and soft wrap around her wrists, binding them together. After tugging a little, she realized her wrists were tied to something else, maybe the headboard, and was completely restrained.

"Oh," she whispered when she realized what was happening.

"Is this okay, bombón?" She nodded, and he kissed her forehead. "Let me know if it gets to be uncomfortable. Just... lay back and enjoy it."

Sliding back off the bed, he came to his feet and began to shimmy down his lounge pants and boxers. While he stepped out of them and crawled back onto the bed, he caught a glimpse at Altaira, who was staring openly at his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. She admired its thickness and veins running over it, how it had just the slightest curve with a reddish flushed tip. He gave a small smirk as he positioned himself between her legs, propping himself up on one elbow as he laid himself on her. His hand took hold of her thigh and wrapped it over his hip, with her following the same motion on her own with her other thigh.

"Ready, cosita linda?" He murmured to her, his free hand fisting his cock to pump it slowly, hissing as he rubbed the tip against her wet clit and spreading her slick around. She gave a small moan and nodded, her hands and arms flexing, as if she wanted to touch him. Her gaze flickered down to where he held his cock, and noticing this, he brought her hips up with one hand so she could see it. He watched her reaction as she watched him slowly sink his cock into her pussy. The tip stretched her nicely, rewarding him with a sweet moan.

With a slow thrust, the rest of his cock started to push into her, and her arms and hands flexed again as he stretched her out. Tears were already gathering in her eyes again when she looked up at him.

"You like that?" He teased, but his own voice sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold himself together too.

"I love it," she whimpered. "Please, take me."

He groaned and thrusted again to completely bury himself deep inside her cunt, and it had her crying out to him wordlessly. But she wasn't the only one losing it, as Miguel whimpered "Oh fuck" over and over. He reached up and placed a hand over her two bound wrists, holding her there and using the leverage to grab onto as he began rocking his hips with small thrusts, to help her get used to his size.

"So tight, cariño, but you take me so well," he groaned to her. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"M-Miguel–" she whined again. He kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue bullying in to find hers again. His other arm slid under her to hold her close to him as he started to deepen his thrusts, dragging them out more to hit all her sensitive spots.

"Does that feel good, mi vida?" He cooed.

"Y-Yes," she whispered. He admired the red blush on her neck, chest, and ears. But the moment she clenched down on his length, he gasped and gave a hard thrust into her, growling softly in her ear.

"D-Don't," he grunted. She did it again, and he squeezed her tighter with his brows pinched in an angered glance. "Cariño."

"Yes?" She cooed back at him. "Just trying to make you feel good."

"I told you, my love, you feel amazing," he huffed. "But it's too much."

She became still and looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm... sorry."

"No, not in a bad way, tesoro," he tried to console her.

"Are you just... sensitive?" She then began to rub her legs against his, occasionally squeezing her thighs around his hips. He grunted again.

"A bit," he finally answered.

"That's okay," she murmured sweetly. "I don't mind. But just don't hold back from me. I want to see all of you." She saw the hesitancy in his eyes, and so she arched into him to get his attention again. "If we're going to be intimate, we have to trust each other. You know I'm sensitive too."

He met her gaze again before sighing. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was a pause. "I told you I'm sensitive to light, but all of my senses are heightened."

"Okay," she whispered.

He kissed her again softly before taking hold of her bound wrists in one hand and taking hold of one of her thighs to push it up to his shoulder with the other. She whimpered quietly at being stretched like this, completely helpless to him. He started to move again with gentle thrusts that turned harsher, and his own grunts turned louder, more guttural, the further they went. They kept their eyes locked on one another, increasing the level of intimacy in the moment by the second.

When she clenched around him again after hitting a particularly sweet spot, they both moaned sweetly, and he held onto her tighter and thrusted that much harder. More curses in Spanish fell from his lips.

"Miguel," she whined to him, and he perked up at the way she said his name. "You feel so good."

"You too, mi amor, so good for me," he purred to her, his voice coming up in pitch as his pleasure started to intensify. The grips of his hands on her wrists and thigh were increasing drastically as he tried to maintain control until she noticed what was happening.

She called to him again. "Miguel." When he looked up at her, she murmured, "Let go. Let me have all of you."

The softness to her tone, the way her eyes sparkled, and the sincerity in everything she did in that moment got to him.

"Mierda," he swore. "Take me then. Take all of me," he grunted as he snapped his hips, fucking her roughly. Her moans became cries from how good it felt. He shoved her back into the mattress and changed the angle of both their hips to fuck her deeper, pummeling that sweet spot he found earlier.

[Shit]

"Ahh! F-Fu-uhhck!" She screamed, her whole body lighting up with pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train. Her walls clamped on his cock like the tightest vice and milked him for all he had. His moans turned to whimpers, pitched higher in his register as he released deep inside her. There was no resisting how he felt then, he felt like he had entered heaven for just a moment, and it was so intense that he didn't realize he had sank his teeth into her neck and dug his fangs in. His warm cum filled her, and it served to extend her bliss longer as she rode out her orgasm. Over the course of a minute, she had gone from a writhing, screaming mess to a subdued shell, her mind lost somewhere else.

Miguel squeezed her tightly and murmured, "Are you alright?" When he heard no reply, he sat up and saw the dazed look in her eyes. "Altaira?"

When tarantulas mate, the male restrains the female by holding her upper body stretched upward, with hooks on the male's legs to keep her fangs at bay. This prevents the female from injuring or killing the male. During this restraint process, the female goes into a sort of trance as the male mates with her, and it lasts for a few minutes.

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And yes, he whimpers.

[shadowserenity28]

I'm moving my stuff from Amino to here since I don't use Amino anymore. I'm gonna start with my OCs and then move on to my stories. Anyways here's my very first OC:

Naomi Suzuki

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕗 ℝ𝕒𝕞���𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖, 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖...

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“Geez, so much trouble just to get near my ward...”

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~General information~

Full name

Naomi Suzuki

Pronunciation

Na-o-mi

Su-zu-ki

Meanings

First name:

Naomi

Japanese for "the honest one" or "true beauty"

Last name:

Suzuki

Japanese for "bell tree"

Nicknames:

Moonlighter (Floyd)

Madame Angel (Rook)

Blank Face (Other Angels)

Sex:

Female

Gender:

Female

Age:

???

Date of birth

June 30

Zodiac sign

Cancer

Sexuality

Straight

Nationality

Celestial

Homeland

The Celestial Realm

Place of residence

Ramshackle Dorm

Job/Occupation

Guardian Angel/Student

♡Relationships♡

Family

Simeon (brother)

Friends

Ace

Deuce

Epel

Jack

Rook

Vil

Malleus

Lilia

Ward

Vil

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“I suggest we try something else. Maybe something that doesn't involve fire?”

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◇Appearance◇

Skin tone

Black

Eyes

Sapphire Blue

Hair

Wavy, hip-long brown hair: long bangs cover part of her face

Height

1,72 m

Weight

68 kg

Body type

Naomi has a slim body with few extraordinary features and usual proportions.

Birthmarks/Scars

If you look closely, you can see two lighter scars on her back where her wings usually are when she is in her angel form.

Clothes and accessories

Naomi is often seen wearing a white dress with blue accents and golden accessoirs like bracelets and necklaces. She has a golden feather tucked behind her ear.

Special features

In her angel form, she has three golden feathers on each wing, representing the six feathers she was born from. Only touching those feathers causes her terrible pain and plucking them would result in death.

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“I was going to go and draw the stars. Do you want to join me?”

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.°. Personality .°.

Description

Calm and gentle, Naomi is known to never get upset. She will show her distaste of something, but nobody ever witnessed her crying or yelling. She is very ambitious and does everything in her power to protect her ward. For that, she would even risk her life.

However, living in the human world for that long time has affected her way of viewing things. So much that she questions if she even wants to stay an angel...

Likes and loves

Art

Honesty

Wards that don't cause her trouble

The night sky

Dislikes and hates

Thunder

Sebek

Conflicts

Lies

Wards that mistake her for a servant

Good traits

Ambitious

Kind

Creative

Calm

Bad traits

People pleaser

Low self esteem

Overthinker

Secretive

Habits

Stress drawing

Biting her thumb

Hiding under the nearest table at the sound of thunder

Hopes and ambitions

For a long time, Naomi's only ambition was to not anger their Father in any way, and doing so by protecting her wards at all costs. But recently, the thought of falling from grace doesn't seem all that bad anymore.

Motivations

Naomi feels like she has to be grateful for being alive, that she wasn't supposed to exist. That's why she doesn't mind dying for her ward, because then she didn't die in vain.

Fears

Naomi is terribly scared of thunderstorms or anything that resembles a thunder (*cough* Sebek *cough*). Whenever she hears a thunder, her first instinct is to dive under the nearest table or hide in a closet or basement. When she's like that, it is nearly impossible to calm her down until the thunder stops.

Insecurities

Since she was born by accident and not through their Father's will, Naomi believes that she is worth less than other angels. She believes that if she displeases him, he might kill her.

Biggest dream

Being able to be herself and free from the restrictions of the Celestial Realm.

Unique Magic

Angel's Kiss

Less of a UM and more of an ability guardian angels are bestowed with. When their ward is on the verge of dying, the Angel's Kiss can prolong their lifetime for four more hours by sharing the angel's own life source with the ward, which can be used to save the ward's life. However, the angel will be weakened to unconciousness and must therefore rely on others to save the ward.

Pet Peeves

Dried paint on brushes

Making things more complicated than they need to be

Favorites

Favorite color

Blue

Least favorite color

Yellow

Favorite food

Blueberries

Least favorite food

Blood sausage

Favorite drink

Lemon tea

Least favorite drink

Energy drinks

Favorite creature

Hamsters

Least favorite creature

Mosquitoes

Trivia

- Angels don't have surnames. Naomi just adapted the name of a ward when they became a thing.

- Naomi is a crossover OC from Obey Me. In this canon, Twisted Wonderland is the human world of Obey Me.

- Naomi and Lilia met during a war. After initial hostility they became best friends, but lost touch over time until they met again in NRC.

-> She never met Malleus though until the events of Twst

- Angels attract blot. So with every overblot, she absorbs some of the excess blot and can't get it off herself. Eventually, it might actually kill her if she doesn't get it treated in some way.

- Since Naomi is unable to cry or get angry, she expresses her emotions through art. However, she never shows those drawings to anyone because they can become quite gruesome.

- Her habit to jump under tables at the sound of thunder is a method of self-protection.

- In the Celestial Realm, it only ever thunders when their Father is upset, so Naomi associates thunder with his wrath, but it also reminds her of war.

- Naomi shares the spot of the MC with Serena Shadowens, a self-insert OC. They usually work together, but one may shine in one chapter more than the other.

-> For example, Naomi is not the one having the nightly encounters with Malleus, Serena is.

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“My job is to protect you from danger. Not your own stupidity.”

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~•~ School Life ~•~

School

Night Raven College

Dormitory

Ramshackle

Year

First

Class

1-A

Student Number

No.9

Best school subject

Arts

Worst school subject

Flying

Club

Pop Music Club

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“I love being an angel. But sometimes... I'm kinda curious what it would be like to fall from grace.”

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Backstory

Naomi comes from the Celestial Realm, the realm of the angels. All angels are created by their "Father", who the humans may refer to as God. However, Naomi wasn't created by him. She was born from six feathers her brother Simeon lost in a fight and fell into a holy pond.

For a long time, Naomi was unable to show emotions. Whether she was happy or sad or angry, nobody could tell, which gave her the nickname "Blankface". Eventually, she started copying her brother Simeon and his expressions. But still, they never seemed genuine.

She had a best friend in the Celestial Realm, Lillith, who had seven older brothers. Lillith fell in love with a human and when he was about to die, she gave him a forbidden Celestial fruit, which prolonged his life. However, prolonging a human's life was strictly prohibited and punished with death. Lillith's brothers wouldn't stand for that and rebelled against their father. This caused the Great Celestial War.

Naomi didn't fight in the war, however, she got hurt and fell from the sky into Devildom. Her wings were broken terribly, so bad that they would have usually been removed. But since she needed her wings to survive, Lord Diavolo, the prince of the Devildom, arranged everything so her wings could be saved. She was able to recover, but her wings couldn't heal properly, so she was unable to fly.

Ever since then, Naomi has been living in Twisted Wonderland. She traveled all over the world to protect her wards in person rather than watching over them from above. Still, she had no easy job because she always got pulled into conflicts. When her new ward Vil got enrolled into NRC, she thought she could relax a little, but then she was pulled into one overblot after another...

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“No, I don't need to help you. But I want to. Isn't that enough?”

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

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Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

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Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

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You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

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"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

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Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

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Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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Also, the next chap is the start of Arc 1: Satan but short.

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Things that are currently in my writing agenda and a rough idea of where they place on importance

Multiamory March Prompts

NWWNW: Regaining Kindness

NWWNW: Regaining Kindness [13th Doctor Edition]

Knowledge and Time Travel

Two Lives Colliding (Perhaps we can heal?)

Lumine in the Devildom {Genshin Impact x Obey Me! Crossover}

Ciel and Elizabeth in the Devildom {Black Butler x Obey Me! Crossover}

A Star in Night Raven College {Genshin Impact x Twisted Wonderland Crossover}

Collision

A Family of Villains {Villain Midoriya Family}

And now a quick run down on what each of them are.

This one is pretty simple, it's me writing and finishing the prompts for Multiamory March

This is (1) New Who Watches New Who, featuring the companions of the 9-12 doctors who are also there. Sarah Jane Smith is also part of the reaction!

Same as the previous but with the 13th Doctor and her companions, after both of these fics finish up watching Series 1 they'll merge together into another fic for Series 2

This is my Kendra goes back in time AU, it'll have multiple fics so that it is easier for me to manage. Currently the plan is to just do it until I finish book 5, I don't have any plans to do DragonWatch currently but that might change

Human RiverRose AU, I'd recommend taking a look at this post to gain more insight

This one is just an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a few months so I don't really have an idea of what it would be like, aside from how the story starts

Same as the previous one that this has been bouncing inside my head for a while, but for this one I have no idea how to start it so...

Lumine gets transported to NRC shortly after Aether gets sealed(?) away. I actually do have the first chapter written and posted on AO3 but my motivation for it sort of died, I still like the idea and want to come back to eventually but for the moment I'm leaving it be.

It's easier for you to just look at this post since it has most everything you need to know, but this is another RiverRose

Something that I originally started years ago, when I do come back to this I'll probably just be doing a rewrite/reworking of it

[curatoroffiction]

Chapter 34 is out now!

Time to find out what happens with that overblot. AO3 Link Wattpad Link

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

NRC Housewarden and their Sins: Riddle

Context: Let's say each NRC Housewardens have their designated sins and Obey Me Demon Brother to relate by:

Summary: The MC (Yuki) from Obey me got sent in Twisted Wonderland. Each overblot event, one demon brother appears.

For the sake of cross-overs, Yuu and Yuki are one entity.

Note:This includes headcanons on how housewardens interact if the Obey Me Demon Brothers got sent in Twisted Wonderland. I have made a fanfic of this in Ao3. lol

Link: Episode 00 & 01: Yuki, the Magicless Sorceress https://archiveofourown.org/works/50871622/chapters/128516128

1. Riddle Rosehearts and Satan

Sin: Wrath

Riddle Rosehearts is all about law and order. He let out his wrath to his dorm members' constant disobedience of the law.

After Riddle's Overblot, Satan found himself covered in ink after being found by Ace, Deuce and Cater in the destroyed rose garden.

Finally arriving in Twisted Wonderland, Satan has lost his half of his power and had to rely on the negative emotion of wrath from humans in order to use magic.

Hence, Riddle will be his magic source.

EXPLANATION WHY WRATH

It's pretty much self-explanatory in canon.

We all know Riddle is a very angry person. He could have the sin of Pride to be honest like the Queen of Hearts. Having authority to show face, hiding behind a mask to show he's a strong leader because but in fact, he's weak and he hates it so he just shows his need of power with being a tyrant.

However, I think deep inside, he's a caring and humble person. I think he just doesn't know how to show it or wanted to but can't because he was raised to be perfect.

He was raised with a strict mother so Riddle probably got the attitude from her growing up.

Riddle give punishment with acts that people don't want. Meanwhile, in the Obey me game, Satan mostly give punishment with curses in the form of pranks. People may see their acts as unjust but to them, based on their own views and understanding of the situation, I really think, punishment and anger is their way to show their dissatisfaction in life.

Both Riddle and Satan can be angry at the certain things but both are quite understanding and rational so I think they complement well. They can be friends to be honest.

Transcript Version of the picture:

Riddle has disobeyed the rules. He always follow protocol even to the simplest things

Due to his Pride, he let out wrath causing Satan to appear after his Overblot

Satan has the ability to control human's wrath enabling Riddle's temper be his source of power.

Riddle will likely have less chance to overblot the second time because Satan automatically releases his negativity in his presence.

However, Satan can absorb Riddle's energy and probably life if use too much. He is a demon after all.

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Day 1 of posting quotes from my fic until I finish it

Love Doesn't Discriminate Between the Sinners and the Saints