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pinkaditty · 7 months ago

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Random HCs About Obey Me! Dateables (minus Newspaper Club)

a/n: hello my lovelies! me again! im writing as much as i can 2 re-accommodate myself 2 posting and such. lack of motivation and executive dysfunction have really been hitting hard lately, so id appreciate lots of love on my recent works! i need a good boost i think. wah anyway, im working on your requests! im working on multiple at once which is why its taking so long. ill be pumping out three at once, with any luck! please cheer me on raaaaaahhh!!!!

summary: a little blurb about some hcs i have for the demons, humans, and angels of Obey Me! minus Luke and the Newspaper Club. I promise 2 make more content of them later though! most of these hcs are anatomy and personality based.

cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI), suggestive, mentions of monsterfucking, seduction, monster traits (slit pupils, scales, feathers, wings, pointed ears, fangs, etc), as well as detailed descriptions of odd bodily morphisms. its probably not as bad as i have listed here but viewer discretion is advised regardless. NOT PROOFREAD! there will probably be lots of typos :(

MINORS DNI! THIS POST IS SUGGESTIVE AND WILL LATER LEAD INTO AN NSFW POST! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY!

IMPORTANT INFO BEFORE WE BEGIN that I hc that the brothers and other demons all have different demon forms. Like, they have their mostly human forms (Form 1), but then they have their in-game demon forms (Form 2), and then on top of that, they have a second, less humanoid, more monsterish demon form (Form 3), and then past that, they have a full monster demon form (Form 4, monsterfuckers unite!!!1!). ill get into those hcs later. side note that i also believe the demon dateables have heat cycles and will make a separate post detailing that.

General overview (a more thorough one will be created later):

Form 1: Human form that the demon dateables have in-game. Some monster traits are still there, such as unusually large teeth and fangs, pointed ears, and odd morphisms (strangely shaped pupils, strangely shaped tongue, strangely colored flesh, retractable claws and teeth, etc).

Form 2: Humanoid demon form that the demon dateables have in-game. More monster traits are revealed, such as scales, horns, tails, fins, wings, and any other traits, including more exaggerated traits that are suppressed in their humanoid form (longer and pointier ears, more obvious slit pupils, sharp fangs and retractable teeth and claws no longer repressed, etc).

Form 3: Monster-like demon form, but still vaguely humanoid. Whatever demon features they have are extremely exaggerated instead of repressed, and scales, feathers, or any other features they have become more prominent, widespread, and obvious.

Form 4: Full on Monster demon. They become the animals they represent. For example, Leviathan literally BECOMES the monster leviathan, the impossibly large sea serpent. Asmodeus would become a manticore, Beelzebub would be a fly-bull hybrid, Belphegor is a cow minotaur but more monsterish, if that makes sense. etc etc im sure you have got it figured out.

Anyways, lets get into it!

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer:

His feathers r constantly shedding. like. constantly. when he transforms into his demon form it's just a burst of feathers.

when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2) he'll have wings behind his ears. they're small and heavy.

Surprisingly doesn't mind when MC preens his feathers or horns and genuinely enjoys it. He purrs at the feeling. will not encourage you to do it though.

achy back because his wings, while smaller, became heavier. sits down a lot and relaxes his back muscles often. will never have incorrect posture bc of this.

has a tail but it's like. just feathers. he's slightly embarrassed about it because it sticks straight out and he cannot manipulate it whatsoever.

Has small feathery spots on his body when he's in humanoid demon form (Form 2). Like, the center of his chest, back of his neck, cheekbones, and his ankles all grow feathers when he transforms.

only wears reading glasses. his eyesight actually isn't that bad, it just helps him see things clearer.

hates it when his room smells like him like he just can't stand it. on occasion his brothers will come in and just randomly spend time in there when he's not working. the smell of family helps him relax.

actually enjoys the nickname Lucy but won't admit that.

is genuinely a good cook just doesn't do it often because of all the work he has to do.

bleeds a deep blue with a thin red sheen. black gums and oral flesh. not due to health issues they're just like that; the fall physically altered their bodies in more ways than one. also has retractable fangs but they're non-existent when retracted. his mouth is just incisors literally.

long, flat tongue. pointed and sharp at the end.

Mammon:

hates the color green. nothing wrong with anyone wearing it but he cannot stand the color anywhere in his room or on him.

has partial tritanopia. it mostly affects his red/purple vision. can see most colors pretty okay, though. especially green and god he hates it.

ok please hear me out: he's got bad eyesight. you will never catch him without contacts or glasses because he will not be caught lacking ever again.

has pointed ears. very sharp and long.

he actually does have a tail, but not in the humanoid demon form (Form 2). when he gets to the next stage, a more humanoid monsterish demon (Form 3), his tail sprouts from his lower back. not very long, but very sharp, scaly, and has spines on the back.

has and will use his horns as corkscrews. easy solution!

has retractable claws in his hands and feet

flaps his wings indignantly to get attention, especially around MC or to overpower overlapping voices. something about them commands attention and he's proud of it.

bleeds gold and has a black tongue like Lucifer, but golden oral flesh. can't explain it i just feel it in my soul.

his blood is naturally corrosive. will literally burn not only your skin, but the skin of his brothers as well. can dissolve metals in seconds. do not let him bleed around you.

has generally sharp teeth, his canines being longer and sharper. teeth have a nice golden sheen to them. the first time you saw his teeth u were convinced he was wearing grills cuz????

thick black forked tongue but fork is not very prominent. presents more like a split tongue than a fork.

his tongue is also super abrasive. has tiny keratin projections like a cat's tongue. won't really hurt if he licks you but it's a weird sensation.

Leviathan:

can't hear well above ground and needs a greater water pressure to hear better. he's a deep sea demon so it's a little obvious.

responds better to light than color and actually also can't differentiate between colors very well. deep sea thing, it's the light that matters more than the color of it. he can still see color, just that physically speaking, flipping his lights on and off will get his attention quicker than holding a paper in front of his face.

since he's a deep sea demon, and there's lots of pressure in the deep sea, his body expands when he's above sea level, hence: he is slightly chubby (round face, protruding pudgy tummy, you can't exactly tell because he always dresses baggy). argue with the wall.

pupils are more slit-like. still rounded in humanoid form (Form 1) but definitely slit-like. become fully slits when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2).

has two sets of eyelids; 2nd set is clear and behind his normal eyelids. they close horizontally and are used to protect his eyes in saltwater and allow him to see.

has gills (located on neck and sides of his torso) and therefore has a greater lung capacity than any of his brothers. his gills are also sensitive and somewhat erogenous. ask before you touch them please or else he'll jump out of his skin.

neck is very long. is actually the second tallest of the brothers, you just can't tell because of how much he slouches.

has fins behind his ears, on his forearms, and on his calves and ankles. they are large, shimmery, and a blue-purple color. not super sensitive but be gentle when you touch them bc they're privy to tear.

can flap his fins and does this when he's excited.

has scales all over his body in humanoid demon form (Form 2), randomly placed in thick groups (shoulder blades, cheeks, neck, hips). they are small, smooth, shimmery, and midnight blue.

will often swim around in his aquarium. is on good terms with every creature he has in there and is always bringing a new one.

he constantly looks wet because his scales and fins are so shimmery but he's not wet he's just shiny.

tail is actually very thin and brittle at the end. will grow back if it breaks off but he's not fond of that happening. it's much stronger and heavier at the base. he can crush a human femur with that.

pointed ears like Mammon, even in his humanoid form (Form 1).

bleeds orange, has lavender gums and oral flesh. seven rows of fangs, and the lesser four are retractable. also has the longest fangs of his brothers.

forked tongue forked tongue!! it's very very long and thin and deep blue. his taste buds are scattered among the inside of his mouth rather than on his tongue.

it's also abrasive, like Mammon's, but his tongue will actually hurt. like, actually, unless it's the underside.

Satan:

can't remember where I saw this but someone said his feather boa is a collection of Lucifer's feathers and I wholeheartedly agree. that's exactly what they are. he does this out of spite.

his hands are abnormally large, on par with Beel's size. all the better to destroy with!

i know what the website says but they're taller in my hcs anyway. and I headcanon that he's the shortest. he's the smallest. by like, one inch shorter than Asmo (who i hc to be abt 6'2-5, so Satan is just under that range). it's so unfortunate BUT he grows into the second tallest when he transforms into his full demon form :] (Form 4)

can hear and see very well. has one of the most heightened senses of the brothers.

also has slit-like pupils like Levi.

has retractable claws in both his hands and feet.

has two thick, protruding black ridges on his back leading to his tail. they are scaly and of the same material as his horns. they present more like a heavily ridged spine in his humanoid form (Form 1), but they become more obvious in his humanoid demon form (Form 2).

loves to stare at cats at midnight because his eyes are the same shape as theirs at that time. will often sneak out to find a cat and simply stare.

his tail is scaly, but not like Levi's. the scales are much bigger and thicker, like uneven chunks of metal.

the end of it is pointed

his tail isn't really sensitive, but it is ticklish if you can get to the skin underneath the scales.

has small gauges. can't explain it, these are the only piercings he has.

bleeds a bright, sickly green. has forest green gums and oral flesh. Teeth are normal but his canines are heavily pronounced, longer and sharper than the surrounding teeth. his molars are also abnormally sharp, the edges pointed and elongated.

tongue is forked like Mammon's in that it presents more like a split tongue. his is barely there. also, has teeth on his tongue. small fangs along the sides of it. it's a sickly green. Mammon hates watching Satan talk.

Asmodeus:

His pupils are horizontal bars, like that of a goat. surprisingly unnoticeable unless you stare.

has never gotten a single blemish on his skin ever but that doesn't stop him from using skincare products anyway!

naturally smells like roses, but around humans, he smells like their deepest desires.

his wings are not very strong. he can't fly for very long or very high either.

he has a birthmark the shape of a lipstick kiss mark on his left hip. he's so proud of it and will show it off unprovoked.

has very light, almost unnoticeable freckles. doesn't like to cover them up because when he goes full manticore demon form (Form 3 and 4), his whiskers show up in the same area. it's uncomfortable.

his ears are pointed slightly. not as much as Mammon's, but still pointed.

very frail. not necessarily a bad thing, just surprising. his health could shatter instantaneously. while he may not die from something, he could be bedridden for a while.

bleeds a glittery pink and his blood is a natural aphrodisiac. gums and oral flesh appear normal but are actually an unsettlingly bright pink color. has fangs, most of his teeth are slightly pointed. they're the sharpest fangs of the brothers.

forked tongue except it's in three segments. they're all shaped like normal tongues but abnormally long and the middle one is the longest. bright pink and slightly abrasive. also pretty thick. has some of his taste buds on his bottom jaw.

Beelzebub:

also has horizontal bars for pupils. also strangely unnoticeable unless you stare.

the largest, tallest, and bulkiest of his brothers, but weighs slightly less than Mammon and Lucifer because their wings are particularly heavy.

you never have to worry about him choking because he won’t. it always goes down the right pipe i promise.

is a great cook! can never finish though. the ingredients are gone before he’s finished. hes the type to make cookie dough and then eat the dough. never making the cookies. it’s not his fault though he’s just super hungry.

MC and Belphie work together to provide Beel with a secret stash of food so that he doesn’t always clear out the fridge. it’s a win-win.

wings are very lightweight, as are his horns. he never beats his wings because he sounds like a giant fly when he does and it has disturbed more than enough people at this point. will buzz them when eating particularly good food. he can’t help that.

has antennae along with his horns. long, thin, and black. almost invisible if you don’t pay attention.

can communicate with flies and other small insects but doesn’t bother to do so very often. will tell them to stay away from MC if MC doesn’t like bugs.

bleeds red, but an odd oversaturated and bright red. gums and oral flesh are the same color, but his tongue is black. not forked, but very flat and long, allowing for more room for food in his mouth and down his throat.

all of his teeth are fangs except for his molars for grinding. his molars, however, have elongated sharp edges like Satan’s. teeth are stained red at the roots so it appears that his teeth are bloody. they’re not, they’re just like that.

when starving, his saliva and blood are extremely, extremely acidic. will dissolve skin in seconds. when just typically hungry, it's about as acidic as gastric acid.

Belphegor:

can switch back and forth between normal vision and negative light vision. usually sees in negative because his eyes are too tired and everything is constantly bright :(

also has horizontal bar pupils like Beel and Asmo.

eyes droop downwards and have a hypnotizing look to them (both Beel and Asmo have this as well). the three younger brothers are particularly good at human seduction because of this trait.

is the youngest and therefore has the youngest brother attitude. iykyk.

is probably more of a troublemaker than Mammon is. Mammon may be in financial debt but Belphie is in moral debt. Will embarrass all of his brothers (except Beel sometimes) and think nothing of it. doesn’t always get away with stuff though. what goes around comes around…!

would not be as close with Satan as he is canonically if they didn’t have hating Lucifer in common. but because they do have that in common, they’ve found other things to like about each other. Satan will keep quiet reading in the library if Belphie is napping there and in turn Belphie will spare Satan from the next round of exposing his brothers. win-win.

he resembles a satyr in his humanoid demon form (Form 2). his lower half is covered with spotted cow fur and his feet become hooves.

tail is a mix of scales and fur. the scales are closer to the root of his tail, on his body, and eventually becomes more fur as it reaches the tip.

when angry or upset, will whip his tail around and crack it on the nearest hard surface (floor, table, wall, etc) multiple times. it sounds like a whip and is very startlingly loud.

gets angry a lot. is also surprisingly very very expressive.

has vitiligo and his spots are where the fur in his full demon form are lighter colors.

has retractable claws but doesn't often use them.

bleeds purple with a red sheen. gums and oral flesh are black, but his tongue is purple.

has fangs, but they're probably the least prominent of his brothers. closest to normal human canines. however, he has the second strongest bite force of the brothers (first strongest is beel, third is satan).

Dateable Side Characs:

Diavolo:

naturally high body temperature. constantly warm. how does he not sweat so much? we'll never know.

his horns at the base are very sensitive. like, extremely. he'll jump 10 feet if your fingers brush against them.

his laugh is naturally extra like that. he doesn't mean to be extra it's just like that.

secretly really wants to make a pact with MC but obviously can't, for multiple reasons. feels left out :/

his yawns are almost as animated and ridiculous as his laugh is. he's so silly.

totally a morning person. ask him to stay up late and he will conk out immediately.

very fond of and fascinated with humans and is enamored every time he talks to MC or Solomon. never lets it show. Barbatos knows, though.

is only one more inch taller than Beel.

ik it's canon that none of the brothers are as strong as Dia but I like to hc that he'd have a hard time fighting any of them, Beel especially. if both of them were lucid and fully aware, Dia would eventually come out on top, but not without a grueling struggle.

his bodily fluids are as hot as magma. didn't even notice because of how warm he is until MC got burned from eating off the same spoon as him.

bleeds a brighter gold than Mammon. gums and oral flesh are also gold, but his tongue is black and forked similar to Mammon's.

huge fangs. they stick out of his lips sometimes.

his eyes aren't like the younger three demon brothers, but they can be very hypnotizing. he can't turn it on or off, so everyone usually ends up relenting to him because of it. except Barbatos and Thirteen, they are the only two immune to it.

Barbatos:

in contrast to Dia this guy is constantly freezing. like touch his hands or neck and you'll feel like you've got frostbite.

it's physically impossible for him to offer body warmth so just accept his tea instead

is a total tea enthusiast. even he doesn't know why. he just loves finding new teas to make.

similarly enamored with humans, but particularly with MC. less so with Solomon because he’s just not like other humans.

his power is definitely on par with Dia’s, if not more. this is why he was absolutely a necessary ally to Dia. Barbatos would be far worse as a neutral party or enemy.

there isn’t much he isn’t good at except board games. for whatever reason, if it’s not chess, he just can’t get the hang of it. even monopoly confuses him but he always somehow ends up owning the boardwalk. dumb luck or his sin? we may never know.

has gills like Levi along his neck and sides. his are much larger, however, and grow into patterned grooves on his back.

he has long hair. i know it's short in canon but in my heart? his hair is longer, like down to his mid-back. all of his hair is like a gradient, except it's slanted, if that makes sense. more hair will be teal on his left than on his right, and the gradient continues at an angle.

haaaaates taking off his gloves unless it's to touch people he loves. for example, he'll slip them off to pat Luke on the head or squeeze Dia's shoulder or to hug MC.

his hands are perfect, btw. inexplicably perfect. something about the bone structure in his hands is just so alluring.

his tail is cold and constantly slimy. not unhygienic, just slimy. also very strong. he can lift and hold heavy things pretty well with it.

hates rats AND mice. both are committers of unforgivable crimes to him. but he's a bit of a scaredy cat. will yelp and hide behind the closest person (except Luke and most of the demon brothers) if a rat or mouse appears suddenly.

bleeds a shimmery paris green. gums and oral flesh are the same color. his teeth are a blinding white, though. hard to look at.

tongue is similar to his tail in appearance and shape, except segmented into three like Asmodeus’s tongue. it's also freezing cold.

yk how i said asmodeus has the sharpest fangs of the brothers? well this guy has the sharpest fangs period. literally. his tongue and oral flesh is a bit thick to prevent his teeth from constantly cutting the inside of his mouth.

Simeon:

hair is really coily. idc what his hair looks like canonically. it's coily to me. also naturally soft and perfect like he has effortlessly perfect coils.

lips are pretty thick, probably has the thickest lips of all characters. suuuuper kissable. two-toned.

he is naturally constantly the perfect amount of warm. cuddles and hugs and small touches from him are always perfect because he's always the right temperature.

has the toothiest, goofiest grins ever. he doesn't grin often though. usually he just smiles.

is surprisingly super petty and will not let shit slide. will not. don't try it bc he's not the one.

he KNOWS his outfit is a little revealing. he KNOWS when you're looking. and no, he won't stop you nor is he ashamed of it, but he will chide you if you go too far.

will always be bad with technology and will always beat Barbatos in board games. except chess.

began writing TSL as an outlet for his wrath. it was therapeutic and worked to dissolve his wrath, but he does continue to struggle with it.

is actually super clever and knowing. on par with Barbatos and Solomon in terms of sheer knowledge. it just isn't readily apparent about him.

isn't exactly fond of stormy weather because his outfits include elaborate capes and he hates it when they get caught up in the wind and no longer appear elegant

dresses like a fall christian girl when it's cold out. sweaters and skinny jeans galore.

has normal oral flesh and gums, the only difference is that unlike other angels, Simeon has unusually sharp and long canines.

normal tongue too, nothing to worry about.

Solomon:

he knows how to cook. he just loves how doing it incorrectly always manages to piss people off. he gets a good kick out of it.

has been alive for a very long time but still can't read analog clocks right, especially ones without numbers.

will occasionally disguise himself as a college student and attend classes to keep himself up to date with what is being taught. usually erases memories of students and teachers once he's done attending.

he knows he's immortal but he likes to live like he can die via regular things that could kill a human.

isn’t exactly an asshole, is just somehow an expert at pissing everyone off. he’s genuinely likeable, he’s just never gotten enough of how funny it is to piss people off.

is still human but hanging around demons and angels has changed him in odd ways. for example, he’ll have an oddly strong sense of virtue, but at the same time value corruption.

obviously is on the side of humans, no matter what happens. its why he’s so attached to MC despite MC being very close with the brothers. secretly, he wants MC to choose him, too.

normal human anatomy unfortunately.

pays for his immortality in purity. it is why Thirteen mentioned his flame still sparkles, but it’s different. his soul becomes less pure and more corrupted the longer he lives on. ultimately this has no effect on his health, but it simply states that there’s really only one option for his afterlife.

totally normal human anatomy. is surprisingly really healthy and doesn’t often get sick.

a/n: wellllll that's all for now yippee!!!!!!!!! i hope you all enjoyed my little hcs. ive had this in the drafts for, like... a very long time, but just never got around 2 posting it, so i hope you all enjoy this. please leave a like, comment, and a reblog if you liked this post! i love 2 know that you all enjoy my works! also, if u have hcs about the demon dateables that you'd like to share, PLEASE TELL ME!!! i love sharing and discussing hcs, especially anatomy ones! its so much fun!!!

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roguishcat · 2 months ago

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A sound judgement

Thank you so much @pursuitseternal for your request and for giving me this prompt (Magistrate Astarion AU, where he was never turned)! This was an absolute delight to write, even if it took me a while to actually get done. Hope you enjoy it!

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And this was when Astarion remembered that he was, in fact, the law and you had no choice but to obey him. A small voice in the back of his mind chose to remind him how badly this could backfire. Astarion chose not to heed the warnings of said voice and immediately began plotting.

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Pairing: Astarion x female Reader

Tags: some suggestive themes, Astarion being a menace to society, Astarion being a brat, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff

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The afternoon sunlight brushed warmly against your cheek as you enjoyed a rare moment of peace. Instead of running around Baldur's Gate, fixing buildings, helping those in need, the Hero of the Gate for once decided to read a newspaper in a park. Something quite mundane for some, a rare luxury for you.

You were not slacking. But you have come to realise that in your bid to please everyone you would soon completely burn out. Which is why you didn’t feel a smidge of guilt when you found yourself going to Bloomridge park instead of the Upper City.

Not having to make any decisions and just simply be for an hour felt absolutely heavenly. Children played, the members of the book club gossiped, and couples whispered among themselves. This was exactly what you loved about this city. No matter how much havoc was wrought, Baldur's Gate healed rapidly and would soon be back to its former glory.

You cast your eyes over the articles in the newspaper. Nothing special, thank the gods. Just silly gossip and the like. You quickly looked through it and gave a happy sigh. No news was always good news in your books!

Yet, no matter how pleasant this little break was, you were well aware that your assistance was needed at ten odd locations today. It was time to get back to work.

Getting up, you looked at the newspaper in your hands and decided that perhaps someone would enjoy reading it. Afterall, there was hardly any reason for you to take the paper with you. And leaving it behind would probably save some poor apprentice a copper. Thus assured that you were doing no harm, you folded the newspaper up neatly and set it down on the park bench for another to enjoy.

Just as you were about to walk away, you heard someone clear their throat loudly.

"What do you think you are doing?"

It was one of the Fists. You didn't recognise him. Perhaps it was a new recruit, seeing as otherwise he would have known who you were.

"Excuse me?"

"You are littering," he stated, pointing to the newspaper with an accusatory finger.

Ah, so a simple misunderstanding.

"I am not littering,” you smiled pleasantly, in spite of feeling that it was rather strange of the Fist to worry about something as inconsequential as litter out of all things. “Just thought someone else might enjoy reading the paper now that I'm done with it."

The Fist did not look impressed by your explanation. In fact, if anything he seemed even more set in his belief that a heinous crime was being committed in broad daylight.

"I am arresting you for littering in a public garden," he seemed to think about it for a moment. "And for arguing with a city guard."

"I've hardly said any-"

"Resisting arrest, are we?" he drawled, making your mouth tighten as you bit back a snarky retort.

"No, I will come with you willingly," you grumbled.

Perhaps if you played along for a bit, you could talk to someone of a higher rank. Saying anything to an overly eager guard who was obstinately sticking to his accusations would just attract onlookers.

"Good. The judge is waiting for your arrival."

"What? What do you mean judge?" you frowned. What business did any judge have looking into misdemeanours and especially something like littering?

"His Honor Judge Ancunín is waiting for you. Don't dawdle. It's rude to keep him waiting."

Suddenly all of this made sense. You ground your teeth and followed the Fist. Of course it was Astarion! That ass!

"Oh, trust me. Him waiting for me will be the least of his worries once I see him."

You felt that you had every right to be annoyed at Astarion. No scratch that. You had every right to be livid and spitting fire! Because this was the fourth time that bastard got you arrested in a little more than a month! And every single bloody time if was for something dumb and trivial. You had no idea how Astarion managed to do it, how he knew exactly where you would be, and how he convinced those Fists that he was to be the judge handling your case.

That stupid, stupid ass!

He couldn’t just come by the tavern and talk to you like someone normal. No, he needed a show of power, especially with him being promoted to judge in high court! Because apparently this was how Astarion got his kicks nowadays. He needed for you to be near forcibly escorted to the courtroom and thrown at his feet. Preferably pleading for mercy and asking him if there was any way that you could make it up to him.

You scowled. The whole scenario just sounded like the plot of some cheap, third-rate smutty novel one would pick up at Sharess'. But if he thought that you would cower before him, that elf had another thing coming!

On the other side of the city, Astarion Ancunín was drumming his fingers against some book he was supposedly reading. Astarion was in a foul mood. It's been several months since the defeat of the Absolute. He and the merry band that defeated the cultists were celebrated just as you deserved for about a tenday, and then went back to your lives. Halsin was immediately off with his wagonfuls of brats, Gale returned to Waterdeep, Shadowheart went to live with her parents in the countryside, Wyll and Karlach waged war in Avernus whilst Lae’zel sought to overthrow Vlaakith. In short, everyone left the city except you and Astarion. Well, Jaheira and Minsc were probably about, but he didn’t care about them enough to check.

For a while, Astarion enjoyed the privileges that came with the title of Savior of Baldur's Gate. The fame had him moving up the ranks with impressive speed until he was promoted from magistrate to judge. No more minor cases! Oh no, he was in the big leagues now. And he was so, so bored.

Astarion could hardly believe that this dull, bureaucratic crap was all he did for years until he got tadpoled. And in the past, he enjoyed it well enough. But having experienced the thrill of adventure, the rush of adrenalin, the drama and the fun of travelling, he could not fathom sitting at a desk for the rest of his long, long life.

Which was when he realised that the only acceptable source of entertainment was you. Except getting to you was easier said than done. Everyone wanted your time and, being the annoyingly selfless creature that you were, it was near impossible to find any window of opportunity and see you for longer than a few minutes. And by the gods Astarion wanted to.

You two shared a couple passionate encounters when you were on the road and decided that you were better of as friends. Well, at least you decided that. Astarion was not quite on board with the whole platonic thing, but with death literally being around every corner, he begrudgingly agreed that a budding romance was the last thing you both needed at the time.

And this was how the two of you became friends. Except Astarion wanted more, so much more. And herein lay the problem. He never in the past had to woo anyone. His good looks and roguish charms were generally enough to have everyone chasing after him. An interested look and a smirk would often be enough for his potential lovers to drop their pants fast.

But this tactic, if one could really call it that, didn’t actually work on you. And he tried showing his interest. Astarion invited you on outings and to parties. Afterall, there were soiree aplenty where he his resplendent beauty would definitely be reason enough for you to want to sneak away and spend some quality time in some secluded alcove. Except yoh would actually have to turn up for that to happen.

Not deterred, Astarion tried sending you gifts and you sent him something equally pleasant back. Which he interpreted as 'thanks for the present, but not for the interest'. This had him gritting his teeth in annoyance but surprisingly not giving up.

Because he wanted, and craved and yearned. He wanted nothing more than sequester you in his rooms and not allow you to leave for weeks. Or until he felt that he fucked that whole ‘friendship’ idea out of your mind.

So he abused his power in every way, had you arrested time and time again, dragged through the city and thrown into prison to await his judgement. You should have been flattered really that he went to all that trouble simply to arrange a meeting. Honestly, most wanted nothing more than to have a passing glance from him, when you had the entirety of his attention!

Except something seemed different this time. When you walked into the courtroom and levelled him with a look previously reserved for your enemies, Astarion wondered if perhaps his plan was not quite as foolproof as he had thought.

But it was too late to back out. He assumed a sort of casually reclining bored noble position and waited for the Fist to read out what you were being charged with.

It was a surprisingly long list. Perhaps Astarion should have chosen a less zealous guard.

As each wrongdoing was reported to him, Astarion couldn’t help but worry about the way your face darkened by the minute as your eyes shot daggers. He was quite sure that it would have been actual steel piercing his flesh by now if it weren’t for all those witnesses.

“Enough,” he lifted his arm with an imperious look, making the Fist pause, only half-done with his report.

“Your Honor?”

“I see that this matter does indeed require my special attention. Yet, seeing as this is the Hero of the Gate,” he paused for dramatic effect noting with annoyance that this seemed to have the desired effect only on the scribe, the Fist and whatever staff were about rather than you, “I may be persuaded to lift the charges.”

“How generous of you…. Your Honor,” you said in a reverent tone that contradicted your face expression.

Astarion gulped, to his confusion feeling both concerned and aroused.

"Well,” he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, “I am nothing but generous."

"Of course. And earnest too!" you nodded. “Why, I am sure that your impartial perspective will allow you to deliver an objective verdict-"

"You forget yourself!” Astarion cut you off abruptly. He rather enjoyed your insolence, but appearances had to be kept up. “Justice should be a harsh lesson. To make sure that no such offense occurs in the future. I ought to administer the punishment where you stand. Make an example of you."

"Well, what are you waiting for, your Honour?” You leaned forward slightly and lowered your voice. “Punish me as you see fit."

Astarion thanked every god he could think of at that moment that he was required to wear loose fitting robes. Because he was already half-mast and carrying on with this conversation would eventually make his problem rather obvious to all present. That would be the Fist, the mages, the scribe, and whoever else was milling about that he generally did not notice. Wholly unacceptable.

"Do follow me, no guards required, thank you."

"But- but your Honor!” the Fist stammered, clutching the report to his chest. “What if she tries to assault you!"

"Trust me, I am perfectly capable of handling this one."

He pretended not to notice you rolling your eyes, motioning for you to follow as he started for his office.

You made your way down the long, winding halls, quite sure that you would be lost if it wasn’t for Astarion. Every now and then the surface of the walls would ripple, and a clerk would emerge from the depths of a secret passage and shuffle past, head bowed and curling in on themselves, only to sink into the opposite wall. If you were to press your fingertips against the surface, you were sure that you would find solid stone.

The narrow hallway widened and you walked into what appeared to be the archive, shelves filled with scrolls, stone tablets and books. A veritable cornucopia of every kind of crime carefully recorded and catalogued over centuries. You scowled as you thought of how your supposedly atrocious crimes were among the entries.

You walked up two flights of stairs and finally reached the door to what seemed to be Astarion’s office. The elf opened the door and stood aside, letting you walk in first. You scoffed and pushed past him, making a show of flicking your hair in his face. Astarion drew back a little with a grin, anticipating you doing something so childish.

The door clicked closed behind you and immediately magic hummed to life.

"Arcane Lock? Really?" you arched an eyebrow.

"Just so we don't get disturbed, dearest."

Your eyes followed Astarion as he walked around his desk and sat in the beautifully upholstered chair. Just like everything else in his office, it looked eye-wateringly expensive and imported.

"How may I help you on this fine day?" he motioned for you to take a seat on the other side of the desk.

"How may you-"

You cut yourself off and took a few deep breaths before you said something terse that would get thrown into prison. Again. You took a seat, noticing immediately that your chair looked much less comfortable. Trust Astarion to make his company squirm in their seats.

"Astarion, I think-"

"Your Honor," he corrected you with a smirk.

"Fine, whatever! Tell me, oh great Judge Ancunín, ignoring the abuse of power, the made up charges and you potentially bribing the city guard into arresting me, what are you actually hoping to get out of this, hm?"

Astarion took off his glasses and started polishing them with careful, unhurried movements. Outwardly he was the epitome of calm and grace, the one in charge. Inwardly, however, he didn’t have a clue what to do now that he had your full, undivided attention.

Because eloquence in the courtroom apparently did not translate into eloquence with you. Astarion was kind of hoping that you would just somehow fall into his arms and then the two of you would forget about the battle of wits in favour of something far more engaging. But apparently you wanted a real, honest answer. And that would be tricky seeing as he didn’t know how to put what he felt into words.

The silence stretched, tensions high, your patience almost at its end.

"Do you know what? Fine,” you spat, narrowing your eyes at him. “Don't answer that. It was stupid of me to think that you would treat me as a friend. I'm just going to pay a fine or whatever else I have to do and be out of your hair. You obviously have better things to do around here than talk to my lowly self."

"I never wanted to be your friend,” he interjected, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"Well," you cleared your throat, annoyed at yourself for feeling hurt by his words. "You've made that plenty obvious."

Understanding that you misinterpreted his words, Astarion quickly grasped your sleeve as you prepared to rise.

"I- I am not sure exactly what I want,” he frowned, looking down at the polished wood of his desk. “I have very little experience of wanting to be around others for the sake of enjoying their company. Getting acquainted with someone was always done with one purpose in mind, to climb the social ladder until I came out on top," he gave a little high-pitched laugh, running his fingers through his hair to brush it back.

"So when it comes to you, my dear, the last thing I want is to be your friend,” he took a deep breath, letting go of your sleeve to interlace his fingers to stop himself from fidgeting. “I have never wanted to be just friends with anyone less in my life.”

“And I don't know what you are to me,” he took a breath to summon the courage to carry on. “But when I look at you, I ache. We are good together. There is a potential for... something wonderful,” he did look up then, eyes locking with yours. “And I want to find out what that is, if you want that too."

You were stunned, momentarily speechless. Looking at him as if you were seeing him properly for the first time. Because it has been so long since you've seen that raw, earnest expression on his face. Body language filling in whatever blanks that were left behind by words.

"Oh hells, say something," he pleaded and put his hands on top of yours.

And then you were in his lap and your lips were on his, because you would be lying to yourself if you did anything but kiss him at that moment.

"You are still an ass," were the first words out of your mouth when you broke apart.

"Yes, dear," he kissed you jaw and then down your neck.

"I can't believe you had me arrested!"

"And I probably will again if you take days to answer my letters or otherwise ignore me," Astarion was already done with the ties of your outer clothing, discarding them by throwing them carelessly somewhere behind you.

"Do you know how embarrassing it was to be escorted to the courthouse? I bet newspapers will have a field day with this!"

"And any journalist who writes a word about this will be brought before me."

You tried to get his robes off him but were having trouble with the diamond encrusted broach holding the cravat in place.

"Argh, why do you insist on decorating yourself with all of these useless baubles!"

"Well, someone has to support the local businesses. You do your bit to see Baldur's Gate restored, I do mine."

"Oh, shut up," you laughed, finally getting a glimpse of his chest and running your hands down soft skin with a sigh.

"Feeling happier dear?"

You felt a breeze on your shoulders and then Astarion's hands cupped your breasts.

"No, I'm still annoyed at you."

"Well then I must double my efforts."

Clerks scuttled about the endless, winding halls, each wanting to impress their superiors.

A loud thump was heard, and a tremor reverberated throughout the building, making the panes of glass zing in protests.

A young human clerk gasped, "What in the hells is going on?"

"Judge Ancunín is questioning the Hero of Baldur's Gate," another replied with a yawn, seemingly not worried.

"This sounded bad, do you think he will need a hand?"

"What, ya mean since his own hands are full?"

The other clerks tittered, picking up scrolls and putting them back on the shelves.

"Oi, stop being mean to the newbie!" someone called from a distance.

"Or be even more of an ass and let him barge in, that would be even more entertaining," a tiefling chortled without looking up from his scroll.

"So, no one is in danger?" He said slowly, not really sure whether he was meant to ignore whatever was going on during an interrogation.

"Nope, in fact, I'm pretty sure that next couple of days are going to be easy," the tiefling took another scroll and added it to the pile in front of him.

Another tremor went through the building, making an ink pot fall off the desk.

"What do you think is going on there?" the young clerk whispered to the co-worker that seemed fairly friendly, unlike the rest.

"Aw crap, don't tell me that no one explained the birds and the bees to you yet?"

"Oh. Oh!" He gasped, a blush dusting his cheeks as realisation set in.

A halfling carrying thick tomes past his desk stage-whispered to no one in particular, "This one is not the sharpest quill, right?"

"Shit! Code Arsehole! Judge Buttershed is in our wing!"

An elf burst in, every head turning in his direction. The clerks stopped laughing, one hurrying down the hall towards Judge Ancunín’s office whilst the rest got to work with impressive speed.

"Why are you even covering for Judge Ancunín?"

The tiefling rolled his eyes at the newbie but graciously chose to reply.

"Because in spite of his eccentric ways and borderline obsession with the Hero of the Gate, he is the best we've had in years! Do you want to have to rewrite all your scrolls because your handwriting is neither here nor there?"

"Gods, do you remember the 'no use of magic above Level 1 in governmental buildings’?"

"Pft, that was nothing,” a handsome elf with long hair put up in a severe, tight chignon scoffed. “I heard they used to have gremishkas just to make sure no one used magic on site.”

"He's here!"

Most would not understand what the commotion was even about. To a casual observer, Judge Buttershed would appear fairly unremarkable. Just a short, portly man with a sweaty face and capricious expression whose spectacles were woefully unfashionable even a century ago. His whole demeanour screamed that he disliked everyone in this room immensely and could not wait to go back to his wing, where according to him things were still done the right way, and settle into his chair in his office.

"I heard that Ancunín was late for court yesterday. Again. Although, judging by the disorder I see here,” he boomed, a little spittle flying forth, “this is of little surprise. Therefore, I feel it is my duty to give him a stern talk."

"Considering his status, your Honour, is that wise?”

Judge Buttershed looked down his nose at the half-elf who dared contradict him.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? I will make sure to fire you first once Ancunín is out of here,” he pointed a fat finger at the clerk.

Expecting to see fear and reverence in forest-green eyes and finding neither, he cursed under his breath and made his way down the hall, muttering to himself and shooting hard looks at whoever happened to cross his path.

Thus assured that he was doing the only thing that would save Baldur’s Gate judicial system from collapse, Buttershed burst through the doors, all righteous anger, ready to deliver his judgement. Only to find his rival and the Hero of the Gate sipping tea, engaged in amicable conversation.

“Oh? To what do I owe the honour Buttershed?” Astarion quirked a brow. “What was important enough for you to barge into my office without making an appointment with my secretary?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me that way, you- you- charlatan! You know full well that you have no business sullying these halls with your disgusting presence!”

“Astarion? Who is this? I will make sure to mention him the next time I pay a visit to Duke Ravengard,” your voice was pleasant enough but the look you levelled the intruder with spoke volumes. “In fact, I was going to call on Ulder tomorrow. Luckily, with us being old friends and all, I hardly need to bother to make an appointment!”

Judge Buttershed was defeated, and he knew it. Whilst he was prepared to take on Ancunín, feeling that he could successfully make a case and prove that the elf committed professional misconducts, the Supreme Marshall of the Flaming Fists was not someone to trifle with. Bidding his farewells to you only, he left the room in a flurry of silk and barely concealed complaints muttered under his breath.

“Now, my dear. That was most impressive,” Astarion purred, taking a sip of tea.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you shrugged, picking out a particularly scrumptious-looking biscuit and happily crunching on it. And then selecting one more, wondering if Astarion would mind terribly if you took the rest with you.

“I mean, you accuse yours truly, saying that I abuse my power. But are you any better?” he set his cup aside to place a kiss on the corner of your lips, your cheek and under your jaw. “It’s nice to know that the heroes are as bad as the rest of us.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Astarion,” you popped the biscuit into your mouth with a smile. “Now then, I must leave. Seeing as I missed most of my appointments for today and have to reschedule, don’t expect to see me for a while.”

His hands tightened round your middle, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Must you leave?”

“For now. But I will make sure to come by in the next few days or so, okay? I miss you when I’m not around you,” you admitted, looking at him from underneath long lashes. “But there is so much to be done still… I feel selfish. For feeling so happy.”

Ah. And that was your most vexing quality that he exploited so readily when you first started travelling together. Your damnable selflessness. He loved you for it. He hated that you extended it to others.

Astarion sighed into your shoulder and withdrew. You felt the absence of his warmth so acutely that it took all your willpower to turn around and walk out of his door at that moment.

Astarion got you arrested on five more occasions before he finally summoned the courage to ask you to move in with him. Not for any particular reason. You were barely home as it was, so did it really matter which space you cluttered up with your armour and such? Which corner you tossed your boots in at the end of a long, tiring day?

Astarion, of course, being quite meticulous, made sure to organise your things for you. He began by colour-coding your undergarments drawer. To which he got a mixed response, considering he expected nothing but enthusiasm and gratitude.

A year into you living together, Astarion tossed a book onto your shared bed with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Dearest, I got you this. Considering you might not have enough reading material.”

“The ‘Court of Love’? Let me guess, you saw the title of this smutty little number and just couldn’t pass by?”

“Something like that. Would you indulge me by reading out a passage or two whilst I get ready to retire for the night?”

You narrowed your eyes. Something seemed off.

“What are you up to, Astarion?”

“My love! Your suspicions wound me!” Astarion crawled onto the bed and leaned against the bedframe.

You didn’t trust him for one second, but decided to play along for now, being a little curious yourself.

“The culprit was dragged in front of the magistrate. Her heavy breasts heaving with every laboured breath, nipples erect and pointing in his direction… Oh gods, this is terrible!” you chortled, making yourself comfortable and putting your head on Astarion’s bare chest.

“Isn’t it? Go on then, I want to hear what happens next,” he grinned, twirling a strand of your hair around his long fingers.

You giggled and turned the page.

“The magistrate rose in one swift movement, his eyes flashing and muscles flexing. He moved slowly, a predator circling his prey. Her eyes followed him, heart hammering as he breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples- What is with this writer and nipples?” you rolled your eyes.

“Hot, isn’t it?”

Astarion was clearly having a whale of a time, though he seemed to be familiar with the text, his attention directed at you, as if wanting to make sure he caught every reaction, every expression.

“Are the nipples meant to be moving around so much? They could be out there directing foot traffic! I’m guessing that you picked this up at Sharess’?”

“Indeed, I did! And who are you to judge the quality of this book!” Astarion said with an air of a mother defending her child. “I’ll have you know, it was sold out in hours! I worked hard to get my hands on this copy!”

Then something clicked in your mind. You read the next two pages quickly.

“Magistrate Arunin and the Hero of the Coast? Astarion, is this based on us?” you looked at the cover at the book to check the name of the author. And sure enough, it was the Fist that arrested you for littering and then two more times after that.

“I’m going to kill him!” you growled, throwing the book on the floor. “And I don’t mean that in a cutesy way. I mean I will literally run my sword through him,” you pushed against Astarion’s chest. The elf gripped you tighter to stop you from leaving, as you were clearly intent on making good on your promise in spite of the late hour.

“Being a slave to the quill is truly a dangerous profession these days,” Astarion laughed, flipping you over and manoeuvring you so swiftly that you felt a little dizzy until he had you pinned against the bed.

“Now, whilst that murderous glint in your eyes is truly fetching, I think our energies would be better spent on each other rather than on some writer. Besides,” he went on, popping button after button open and pulling your shirt open slowly, fingers trailing along your skin, “I hear that he is planning on writing a sequel. And I find myself eager to read what depraved adventures the magistrate and the hero will get up to.”

Your words of outrage were quickly cut of by insistent lips as Astarion kissed you, tongue darting out through the smallest opening in his mouth to coax your own to open. And then there was no more talking, just groans and sighs, and gasps and moans.

As night bled into morning and you were fast asleep, Astarion congratulated himself on his usual practical sagacity, as once again his sound judgement resulted in an outcome most pleasant. Perhaps you were not keen on his brilliant plan at first, but you had no reasons to complain about his ways of going about getting what he wanted now.

And thus assured that he was always right, Astarion pulled you closer and closed his eyes, allowing himself to rest.

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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prompt: "feeling a little needy today?"

mephistopheles spoils you while he pretends he's not as greedy as you are.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: nsfw. making out, pet names (pet), slight degradation

word count: 0.5k

The chair creaks from your combined weight as you straddle Mephisto's thighs in the Newspaper Club office. Most of the students already left for the day, and you're not sure who else might still be in the building—who might find you like this, grinding yourself against his lap and moaning into his mouth like a whore—but you can't bring yourself to care.

A noise echoes in the hallway and you drag your lips from his to glance over your shoulder. The threat of being caught makes you nervous, but you don't want to move.

Judging by the way his gloved fingers dig into the soft curves of your ass and encourage you to keep moving against him, he doesn't seem to care about getting caught either.

"Needy is a good look on you," he murmurs hotly against your jaw, and the scorching trail of open-mouthed kisses he leaves on your skin makes you shudder.

"I haven't seen you since Friday," you whimper. "I missed you," and you wince when your voice sounds whiny and pathetic to your own ears.

He rewards your honesty with a sharp snap of his hips, and he grins when you throw your head back with a breathy moan. "Don't worry, pet. I'll take care of you." His fingers curl around your nape and pull you down into another sloppy kiss.

Your fingers clench in that stupid puff tie he wears. You're both wearing too many clothes for the friction you crave, and the lust pooling in your belly almost burns with how intense it feels.

He dips his tongue into your mouth and you flick at it teasingly with your own. He pulls away with a gasp, and the green flecks of his eyes glitter like emeralds when lust darkens his vision.

"My driver is downstairs. Would you like to come home with me tonight, pet?" he asks in a low rumble. One of his hand glides over your hip and cups the front of your pants where he can feel the warm, damp arousal pooling between your legs. "Or do you want me to fuck you here?"

Your hips roll against his hand, and it feels a little better, but it's still not enough. His filthy mouth catches you off-guard, and as tempting as it is to let him fuck you here—

—bent over the Newspaper Club president's desk, the items scattered across the floor from when he swiped them away so he can push your chest down and cage your body beneath his own—

—you know what you really want.

"Want you to take me to bed, p-please?" you stutter between gasping breaths, chasing the taste of his lips against yours. His fingers are relentless as he continues stroking you through your pants.

He kisses your temple and rubs his hand against you one more time before he gently nudges you off his lap. The obvious bulge straining against his slacks betrays his own desperation.

"Anything you want," he promises, licking his lips and revealing a hint of fang when he smiles.

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anthracite-writes · 1 year ago

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Obey me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. Non-datables [Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael] - SEPRATE

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the undatables. I haven't met them in OG OM! yet because of low card levels lmao but I have only met them in NB and read the wiki. What I say here is what I think I think would fit them according with the vibes I get from reading about them, so the headcanons are may be very if not extremely OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it's like dating the Non-datables + love languages.

NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIES IF THERE’S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓜𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼

Love Language? Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. [Hints at Physical Touch but it's all part of his fantasy]

He would definitely ban members of the RAD newpaper club from writing on you.

If there was one member that had written about you, that article draft along with all the photos are making a b-line right into the shredder. Especially if it's made-up gossip about you, even more so if it's accusing you of being in a relationship with some random student in the school or something scandalous that he knows you didn't do.

Only he's allowed to write about you, and only him.

Would definitely write about in the highest regards - praising you for your achievements as the human-exchange student.

Takes the best photos of you, even if they're candid photos.

Almost like... he's bragging for you about your achievements and accomplishments you made in RAD.

Meets you in private to avoid having any of the newspaper club members seeing the two of you together - for sure there would be a gossip column in the RAD newspaper on you two of you were ever caught.

He's a child of a extremely wealthy family - definitely hiding his relationship with you from his parents and family as a whole.

In public, he would be so cold to you, questioning why a human like you would be allowed in the Devildom.

Behind closed doors? He would be profusely apologizing to you for what he said to you in front of people, showering you in kisses and compliments about how amazing you are and how much you've changed his life.

His dates are over the top - flexing with wealth [idk, just read he likes bragging and doesn’t like cheap stuff.] . Nothing but the bestest for you.

Takes you out to expensive restaurants, shopping sprees, list goes on - and he's willing to pay for you, it's all to impress you.

Oh, he overheard you at some point when he was eavesdropping on the brothers for some kind of gossip that you favour more simple dates?

"Okay, I can do that - wait. What exactly is simple?"

Does tons of research on simple things you two can do for dates.

For more simple dates, he takes you two go for a horse back ride on one of the horses from his estate's stables on the trails of his family's land.

Organizes picnics or fancy dinners in his family's garden [obviously out of his family's eyes]

If he could, he would show you off SO HARD.

I mean like your his trophy - holding your hand with pride, a hand on your waist and holding you against his side.

He would want everyone to know you were his, kissing you while everyone is watching.

You are what he wants to brag about all the time but alas... must only happen in his daydreams during classes and Newspaper club briefings.

Loves it when you're there with him while he drafts up the next article for the newspaper or sorting through photos.

Gets your opinion on hook-lines for his article titles and has you help him choose the best photos he takes

firm believer he is amazing at photography and takes amazing photos of you two when you're out on dates.

probably has a photo of you two as his homescreen in his D.D.D, lock screen? prob the default one - again, he's trying to hide the fact he's dating you

Let's you in on gossip he's heard on the job and inside scoops on events in the school.

Def. the jealous type - sees some other student hitting on you? Oh, he's digging up as much dirt on that person so fast and blackmailing the person in order to get them to leave you alone.

Calls you 'Darling', 'Precious', and 'Tesoro'

Doesn't mind nicknames you give him, as long as you don't call him that when other people are around.

Fav. places to his you? Neck, hands, and lips.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Love Language? Gift Giving.

Girlie is absolutely crafty and definitely not gonna let you know when she's giving you anything.

Creates contraptions and traps just for you that won't do any harm to you.

Most of the traps and contraptions are extremely wholesome, showering you in confetti, flower pestles, maybe a gift or two like a plushie she saw that she knew you'd like.

Dates consists of a lot of cafe and bakery dates.

If you can cook any pastries or sweets and gift that to her, oh she's over the moon for you now.

Make sure you know all of the traps she set out in the Reaper's Cave, both old and new.

She called dibs on your soul, will fight any other reaper who tries to harvest your soul when your time comes.

Has a special place for your candle, keeping it close to where she sleeps probably - just, you candle if very far from all the other candles in the Reaper's Cave.

Probably has a shrine around your candle, images of you and all while surrounding it with gifts and contraptions she made for you when you comeback to the devildom or when she's up in the human world for business.

Probably also laid traps around your candle so no other Reaper can tamper with your life span or anything.

Loves it when you help her with the making of any traps she's making at the moment - most likely lets you name one or two.

Takes the saying 'Till Death Do Us Part' seriously.

Once you're gone, she will never take another lover - she's that devoted to you.

Calls you her 'partner-in-crime'

Fav. place's to kiss? Cheeks, temple, nose, forehead, and lips.

just anywhere on your face is her fav place to smooch ya.

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵

Love language? Acts of Service.

Actions speak louder than words - and boy does this angel take this shit seriously.

He's giving me Stong, Serious, and Silent type [so let's go of that.]

Would probably drop by the House of Lamentation, sees your doing dish and just quietly takes you gently, putting you aside and does the dishes for you so you two can spend time together.

Bumps into while your grocery shopping? DW, he's grabbed the list from you and choicing the best of the best things that are on the grocery list, always checking in with you if this is the right product.

Having trouble reading a spell or remembering an incantation? He made you flash cards, little notes on the thing your struggling in, and willing to sit down and go over the spells/incantation that's giving you a hard time.

Pretty much, if you're doing some hard work - he's gonna set you aside and do it himself.

Genuinely hate seeing your struggle but also thinks it cute [he'd never say it out loud].

TBH, kinda see him l just piercing something as simple as a coffee maker not working right with one of his spears because he's worried that you're gonna get frustrated [yes, even if he know you have the patience to work it out]

But he'd definitely give a warning smite to anyone giving you a hard time or not paying attention to you when you're talking with his spear - don't matter if it's a demon, another angel, or another human; no hesitation.

'Y/N is talking to you - pay attention, please.' // 'back off, next time I won't miss.'

Not big on PDA, but doesn't mind it.

Holding hands? yeah, hugs? yeah.

Walking up behind you while you're talking, placing his hands on your hips and resting his chin on top of your head without saying a single word? yeah.

Honestly, see this guy as the type to not say much unless spoken to - not every social you can say.

You also can't really tell how he's feeling due to how straight faced he is.

Don't worry, once again - he speaks through his actions rather than his words.

Gives you multiple small kisses on your forehead or the top of your head as he mumbles how much he loves you and appreciates you being in his life.

Loves reading you poetry or book passages he finds interesting - not necessarily because he thought of you, just because.

Feels bad when he doesn't get to spend enough time with you due to his statue in the Celestial Realm.

Dates are very simple - walks around town, sightseeing, dinner dates, shopping, just basic and simple dates.

Calls you 'my angel', 'little lamb', 'human', and 'dove'

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, eyelids, lips, and nose. [get it? they're all ANGEL kisses, yes i'm making that joke twice, cry.]

But most definitely the top of your head and forehead - all while he has a gentle hand on the back of your head and would hold you close to him/his chest after he was done planting them smooches on ya.

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l3viat8an · 2 years ago

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I just remembered that the RAD newspaper club basically follows anything the cast does. Which is an issue because eventually you’d see “can the normal human transfer student please stop kissing the crow prince in the middle of the hallway?” Or “mc please come get mammon. He tried to rob me again”

The newspaper club Mephisto- uses the RAD newspaper like a personal message board to get in touch with MC or just call them out shksjs

All kinds of fun headlines run like, ‘The human exchange student caught kissing the RAD troublemaker???” Then the top of the actual article is “(Really, MC, you can do better then Mammon. Lord Diavolo is right there!!)”

Other, smaller articles run like; “MC, tell Lucifer not to call lord Diavolo when he’s having tea with me! -Mephistopheles” or “The next time you want to make-out with Lord Diavolo at least put a sock on his office door. -Mephistopheles”

Lucifer’s told Mephisto to stop it and even brought it up with Diavolo but the prince finds the whole thing hilarious

#obey me!#obey me shenanigans #obey me mc #obey me mephistopheles #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me #om!#obmswd #obey me crack shit #obey me crack #om! mephistopheles #om! mc #om! diavolo #om! lucifer #ro rambles #obey me newspaper club

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the-ghost-of-asselus-cancri · 6 months ago

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warming up to you

fandom: obey me: shall we date

characters: mephistopheles x mc

initially, hearing the ever present rumors being whispered among the students of rad about the lilith's long lost descendant, mephistopheles didn't believe them in the slightest - not that he doubted your relation to lilith, mind you, it was your irresistible charm and determination (more like stupidity and the incredible ability to attract trouble, he remarked), which even the seven lords of hell couldn't resist, willingly entering a pact with you. you were a mysterious puzzle with no plausible solution, so simple at first glance, yet so hard to understand at the same time, and it angered him greatly that he couldn't solve you, only making wild assumptions from all the hearsay, and that had to come to an end.

mephisto frowns in frustration, absentmindedly scribbling away a new article on autopilot, fully consumed by his thoughts: it was his job after all, as a head member of the newspaper club, to gather information one way or the other, and you were just in his reach, besides, he told himself, an interview with such a famous person definetly would be an interesting read. he wasn't a dedicated fan of yours by any means, and this strange and weird desire to know you better came from something akin to a scientific interest in the new species, only that, nothing else, despite the fact that he thought the human race was no match for demons or angels, for that matter. too lost in his endless pondering, he knocked over the ink well, spilling the black puddle on the almost perfect draft for the new article by pure accident, breaking the pen in two with his fingers from the sudden surge of exasperation, tsking in annoyance.

your existence would be the death of him.

***

since the moment he begrudgingly started to hang out with you more, usually accompanied by one of the brothers, angels or royals, mephistopheles slowly started to realize why all of them adored you so much: the way your laughter was so contagious, the way your eyes shined brightly, when you were animatedly talking about your inteserts or were just very excited, the way you were always so kind, passionate and understanding - it all combined and so much more made him fall for you so hard before he could fully comprehend what even happened at this point.

it doesn't feel like in all of those romance books satan kept pestering him about, no, it's more like the fall from the celestial realm, his lungs numb and hurting, making it unbearable to breathe, his torn, tethered, charred wings slowly burning away, and then the following deafening, fatal landing. you were his glowing sun, your shining light blinding him, setting his heart and what was left of his tarnished soul ablaze, and he would rather burn in your scorching flames than to turn his back on you.

inspite of his true desire, the demon desperately tried to bury this newly formed, disgusting, hideous affection deep down inside, masking it as passive aggression and disdain, yet it never drew you away nor did you respond to such unnecessary, ill-mannered behavior with a few rude remarks of your own - you just sighed in defeat, giving him space and continued to treat him like a dear friend of yours.

he wants to hate you, to resent all that you stand for, but he's so lost, so helpless when his direct actions or words make you genuinely upset, his first instinct to apologize and calm you down, which he tries to resist so hard it physically pains him, yet to no avail, whispering quietly an honest "sorry" and awkwardly hugging you, his hands clumsily intertwined behind your back. it sickens him to touch you, to be this close to you, however his heartbeat quickens as he firmly grips your school uniform like a life line, and closes his eyes in contempt, trying to regain his forever abandoned composure and failing in the end.

your presence became somewhat of a constant in mephisto's life, whether he was doing his homework or other school related stuff in his office or eating lunch in hell's kitchen (a habit for yours he shamelessly stole) you were often there, next to him, almost always present, a subtle, gentle reminder of change, no longer a pestering little human, no, you were so much more than he gave you credit for in the first year.

the gentle bump on the shoulder, his cold gloved hand in yours, the accidental touches here and there that you both shared were doing ridiculous, peculiar things to him, a slight blush on his cheeks as he quickly backed away, interrupting (un)comfortable silence with a fake cough. a smile found its way upon his face as you occasionally became his desk mate in your shared classes, stealing a few glances during the lesson like a school girl with a crush, hoping that you stayed true to your oblivious nature and wouldn't notice.

the walls mephistopheles so diligently built up over centuries were pathetically crumbling before your very feet, thick layers of cold, hard, unbreakable ice slowly, but surely sizzling away, as he continued to grow fond of you, cherishing every single second of your stay in the devildom.

no matter how hard he tried to deny it, his resistence was futile.

***

"i want to enter a pact with you" mephistopheles was taken aback by your bold proclamation, thinking it was a sick joke at first, a foolish prank that you were trying to pull, but then he noticed the serious look that you had on your face.

he wanted to say no, he wanted to laugh in your face, mocking you for even thinking about having such intimate connection with him, yet all he says, devotion evident in his voice, is "as you wish, (_)"

#obey me shall we date #obey me swd #om mephistopheles #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #not beta read we die like lilith

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lancermylove · 28 days ago

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Thankful (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x gn!Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

Prompt: What are they thankful for during Thanksgiving?

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!

➣ The Demon Bros HCs are here.

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Diavolo

The prince is thankful for the chance to create an understanding between the three realms. He knows it won’t be an easy process, but Diavolo is ready to face any challenges that come his way.

He’s grateful for you accepting his ‘invitation’ to Devildom. Diavolo knows he pretty much kidnapped you from your realm, but even then, you were willing to attend RAD and help bring change to Devildom.

Diavolo is eternally thankful for Lucifer and Barbatos. He doesn’t want to imagine how his life would be without them; he might as well curl up in the corner of his room and cry. No one read that.

Barbatos

He is thankful for his powers. It helps him prevent disasters or rewrite timelines if needed. He knows he can help Diavolo reach his goal of bringing the three realms together.

It happened ages ago, but Barbatos is still thankful for child Diavolo’s trust. He never thought he would be with the prince for this long, but the butler would not have it any other way.

Tea! He is grateful for the existence of tea and wants to explore every tea flavor in the three realms. Barbatos wants to travel the realms to taste tea if he gets a few months off.

Mephisto

He is thankful for being born into an aristocratic family. He doesn’t care what others think about his statement, but if he hadn’t been born into the elite class, he would have never become friends with Diavolo.

The prince can be a handful, but Mephisto admires his will to fight against the councilmen while still trying to keep them appeased.

RAD’s newspaper club. He loves getting his daily dose of gossip and gets to learn about everything going on in Devildom.

Simeon

He is grateful for the brothers. Not only are they good friends of his, but they inspired him to write a hit series.

Simeon feels grateful for the chance to meet you. He never got to properly interact with humans, but he was glad he got to learn firsthand from you and expand his mindset.

He is thankful for Luke. Simeon cherishes the young angel and feels lucky to be a mentor to a child with a bright future. He can’t wait to see Luke’s journey.

Luke

He’s thankful for you and Simeon, his mentors and supporters. The young angel doesn’t know what he would have done if the two of you wouldn’t have been with him in Devildom.

He is secretly thankful for Mammon. Luke still doesn’t trust demons, but he thinks Mammon is still an angel at heart, for the most part. If only he would stop ‘borrowing’ things and trying to scam others.

Sweets! He loves desserts and wants to try every dessert in all three realms…well, except the weird-looking Devildom desserts. He doesn’t consider those to be desserts.

Raphael

He’s thankful for being able to see the brothers again, even if they have become demons. Raphael knows they’re far happier in his form because they have more freedom to be themselves.

Raphael is grateful for Luke and Simeon’s presence in Devildom. He can feel somewhat at home with the young angel and Simeon, even if he is no longer an angel – Simeon is still angelic in every way.

His spears. 🙂 It’s the fastest way to get everyone under control and keep the troublemakers at bay.

Solomon

His cooking abilities. He’s a good cook, but the sorcerer doesn’t understand why the others don’t want him to cook. Even you don’t want him to cook. He really doesn’t mind, so let him.

Solomon is grateful for his long life. He gets to experience so many things and meet people. Not to mention, he gets to see how the realms change every few years – it’s fascinating.

He’s thankful for you. Solomon gets to see things from a different point of view when you are around. He also likes to study how your presence influences the demons.

Thirteen

She’s secretly thankful for Solomon. Yes, she finds him irritating, but without him, she would be bored out of her mind in her cave.

Thirteen is grateful for your presence. You bring a breath of fresh air to the stale Devildom air. She also thinks you are super cute!

The Grim Reaper is thankful for Luke’s desserts. She can’t get enough of the sweets. If only she could ask him to make sweets for her 24/7, she would.

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journey-to-the-attic · 5 months ago

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3rd anni req 23: [HOST] mephisto / unexpected meeting

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note: requested by @whensam! yknow while i was writing this i started thinking more about the actual mechanism of the symbiote and... it'd be kinda fun if it did actually gain its own consciousness as ik grew up? well forget about that for now, here we go!

∎ ∎ ∎ ∎ ∎

It starts with a message from Diavolo on the bulletin board in the entrance hall.

We have a very special guest visiting the R.A.D. for the first time today! Everyone, please be as welcoming as you can!

There’s a slightly more extended notice from the school council below it - clearly the prince wasn’t the one put in charge of the logistics:

Schedules have been adjusted to keep the school less crowded. Please do not raise your voices in the corridors. School rules are in effect as normal. We also ask that Asmodeus’s fans refrain from approaching him for today. No photographs are to be taken.

Students are already beginning to gather around the board when Mephisto passes by it, speculating among themselves about who this 'very special guest' might be. To them, there are only two real possibilities, and both are exciting - either it's a celebrity, or some noble friend of the prince.

Mephisto knows better, which is why he doesn’t bother listening in on their discussion. And so he gets on with the day, barely registering the changes in school routine around him, slowly mulling the whole matter over as the hours tick by.

The school has a new 'that incident' once a week - twice if Professor Baal is perfecting any new brews, and thrice if the Newspaper Club is getting bored - so it's understandable that the rest of the student body has forgotten. No one actually knows what happened at the time, either, so the whole matter's long since left their minds.

The incident in question involves loud crashing from the student council room; some demons who had been passing by at the time recount seeing strange black tendrils clawing at the gaps between the door. There had been a lot of yelling from the council officers within, of course, but Barbatos had come swooping in as soon as things seemed to get violent, and stood by the door shooing any nosy pupils away.

No one involved deigned to comment on what had happened afterwards, and soon enough demons stopped asking.The student council's attendance became rather oddly scattered - even up to now, there hasn't been a day where all seven are in at the same time - and Lord Diavolo had a strange, strained look on his face that persisted for several weeks afterwards.

Something that no one else seems to have noticed is that there is only one human exchange student. Two angels, Solomon, and… who? None of the brothers bring them up, much less Diavolo himself. As far as the rest of the R.A.D. population is concerned, there is no fourth exchange student.

The Newspaper Club knows this isn’t true - that this last student is only staying at the House of Lamentation, and that the brothers’ sparse attendance is because they’ve been staying behind on care duty. They also know they’re correct because Barbatos has issued them a strict warning to not make any information public.

Mephisto, personally, thinks this is a good call, but that doesn’t mean he stops listening. The brothers often share hurried updates with each other in the school corridors, and that’s how he’s been getting updates.

For example, three days after that incident in the council room, the exchange student ate for the first time. The day after that, the exchange student mustered up the courage to venture out of their room. Another two weeks later, Diavolo was finally able to greet them.

They’re odd milestones. They make a lot more sense now that, upon walking into an empty classroom, he finds himself face-to-face with them - and finds out that the student is, in fact, a small child.

“Oh,” He says, a tad uncomfortably, “Hello.”

The exchange student stares up at him with wide, frightened eyes and doesn’t move.

You’re certainly small enough to be a human, he muses. But why do you have a horn? And what are you doing here? Where are your guardians?

“I think you might be lost,” He announces. “I’d better—”

He moves a little too quickly, a little too far towards her - she lets out a sharp wail, and some great dark thing seems to rip straight out her skin and lunge at his face. He leaps backwards, just fast enough to feel the thing brush the very tip of his nose, and suddenly it retracts, and the child is staring at him as if nothing happened at all.

“Okay,” He mutters, taking another step back for good measure. “Got it. My bad.”

That would explain what those demons saw that day. Mephisto takes a deep breath and analyses the situation.

The best course of action might be to simply leave and find one of the brothers. He isn’t going to get anywhere if she tries to kill him every time he gets too close. But it doesn’t feel right to just leave her standing here, either…

He crouches down slowly, so that they’re on eye level with each other. “Who looks after you?”

She blinks at him, then says, deceptively clearly, “Mammon.”

He resists the urge to chuckle. The response is so automatic and firm that it can only have been taught. “Well, sweetheart, do you know where he is?”

“No.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Waiting.”

“For Mammon?”

“No.”

“Who, then?”

She’s quiet for a moment. Then she says, stumbling, “S-sol…o-lo-mon.”

“Solomon,” He repeats, already digging around in his pocket for his phone. “Alright, just hold on a minute.”

He hovers over Solomon’s Devilgram profile for a moment, then hits call. The phone rings for a good few minutes - he imagines the sorcerer picking up his D.D.D. and looking incredulously at the name - before finally connecting.

“What do you want?”

“Do you think you might have forgotten something?” He asks.

A long, suspicious silence. “...what are you talking abo— oh, blast!”

There’s some fumbling on the other end, then some frantic, muffled conversation. After a moment, Solomon groans loudly and says, “I’m— alright, I’m kind of tied up here. Could… could you just watch her for me?”

“Hmm. You don’t want me to call someone?”

“I’m in trouble if anyone finds out I left her on her own,” Solomon sighs. “It was only supposed to be for a moment. Look, it hasn’t been that long, and I’ll be done soon, so just look after her for a bit… please.”

“Sure, sure.” He runs a hand through his hair, then exhales. “And I don’t suppose you know why she shoots dark matter out of her skin when—”

“—long story, and, quite frankly, none of your business.”

“Ouch.”

Solomon is quiet for a while. There’s some more movement on the other end, and then he says shortly, “I really have to go. I’ll owe you a favour, alright? Thanks.”

The call disconnects before Mephisto can ask why Solomon trusts him to do this. In hindsight, maybe it’s better if he doesn’t know the answer to that.

He realises that he also forgot to ask for his new charge’s name. The young exchange student is still standing there, eyeing him warily.

“...alright,” He says cheerfully, and sits down across from her. “That was your friend Solomon on the phone. Looks like I’ll be looking after you for the moment. I’ll just stay here, okay?”

She hums quietly. After a moment, she copies him and sits down as well.

“Is this your first day at school?” He asks. “Are you having fun?”

She nods, then begins to fiddle anxiously with the ribbon around her neck. The little mimic-uniform she’s wearing definitely looks like Asmodeus’s handiwork. He’s fairly sure he saw Satan getting those shoes out in town last week. Must be custom - the make certainly doesn’t look cheap, either.

Just as he thinks that, the kid pulls a little too hard on her ribbon and accidentally unravels the bow. She looks down at it in dismay, then up at him imploringly.

“Do you need me to fix that?” He asks, amused. When she nods again, he slowly holds out his hands. “Come here.”

He lets her get up and make her way over in her own time. She pauses a few paces away, then abruptly skitters forward, practically putting her face right in his.

“Oh, hello.” Is it just him, or does the little horn poking out of her hair look smaller now? “Alright, here you go.”

He decides to tie the ribbon into a double knot this time. It’s a little less pretty than the fancy bow, but it should be more secure this way.

As he works, he asks, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

She hesitates, then leans in a little closer and whispers something in his ear. Mephisto nods slowly. “Good name. Hello, IK. I’m Mephisto.”

“Hello… Me-phis-to.”

“That’s right. Good job.” He finishes the new bow. “So Mammon looks after you?”

“Mm.”

“And who do I call when you’re lost?”

“Lucifer.”

Another reply so quick that it must have been learnt. He wonders if there’s one for each brother as long as he asks the right question. “Is that what I should do right now?”

IK shakes her head. “Not lost. Waiting.”

“Hah! Clever girl.” Lucky for Solomon. If she’d said yes, Mephisto probably would have just listened. “Well, let’s be patient, then.”

IK looks around the empty classroom, then frowns. To be fair, there really isn’t anything fun in here for a small child to do. She isn’t exactly old enough for recreational brewing.

Mephisto thinks about it for about one minute, then makes his decision. “Tell you what, sweetheart. You could come back to our clubroom and wait there. You can do some colouring.”

“Colouring?” IK repeats, and looks rather pleased. Then she deflates. “...Solo-mon said wait here.”

“You heard him on the phone, didn’t you? I’m sure he won’t mind.”

IK thinks about it for a while. Then she nods solemnly.

“Alright!” He gets (slowly) to his feet and indicates for her to follow him out into the hall. “We’re just upstairs. Think you can make it up on your own?”

“Bepphie carries me,” She says solemnly, reaching up and grabbing the hem of his jacket. “Stairs are too tall. Legs too small.”

“Wise words,” He agrees. “Shall I carry you up, then, sweetheart?”

“...okay.”

To say Alecto looks surprised when he shows up at the door with a child in his arms is an understatement. She opens her mouth to ask with her usual bemused conviction, then suddenly seems to become hyper-aware of the situation, and instead silently ushers Mephisto inside.

He carefully sits IK down at a desk, letting her get used to the others at her own pace, and pretends not to be too smug when he’s the only one who can approach the table without her tensing up. Unfortunately, it takes Wiz about ten minutes to win her approval, and within half an hour, Mephisto’s already fairly sure that he’s only third-favourite now.

Astaroth has kept himself very determinedly in the corner ever since they came in. If Mephisto didn’t know better, he’d say his good friend was scared.

In any case, it takes some spirited encouragement from Alecto to get Astaroth to finally roll himself closer. He holds himself a little like a robot the whole time, but he lets IK patter curiously around his wheelchair without a word. He only speaks to softly warn her about getting her fingers stuck when she attempts to poke her hands through the spokes.

They have paper due for print next week, but finishing their reports is kind of the last thing on their mind right now. When IK gets tired of regular colouring, Wiz starts pulling puzzle after puzzle out of her designated folder; it’s short work for the rest of them, accustomed as they are to her usual tricks, but working as a five around the table is a new novelty. Even if a lot of the process is just trying to explain complicated words to a child who also doesn’t know any of the words they’re trying to explain them with.

And it is entirely Mephisto’s fault for not noticing his D.D.D. buzzing frantically in his pocket, but he still thinks it’s a bit of an overreaction when several student council officers in a row come crashing into the clubroom. He’d feel bad for Solomon, being at those brothers’ mercy - but, as he finds himself confronted by a rather dishevelled and extremely angry Lucifer, he can only feel bad for himself.

Still... worth it.

#3rd anni event #writing #jtta mephisto #jtta ik #obey me solomon #newspaper club #symbiote host ik

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