#obey me next gen au

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The Next Gen! Kids

Okay so I just learned how to use Krita so I could make this (I am still learning how to use Krita) but I hope it is enjoyed. These kiddos are from the Next Gen!AU that @leviathanswingman and I made together (or concepts for them), they mean a lot to us <3 .

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Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

[rarepears]

And then after the crush reveal, Shen Jiu hunts down OG Shang Qinghua for marriage because the rat

-atleast likes him

-has a successful "career" of a majorly underappreciated peak

-his father is successful and supports his son

-who else would want a late-starting badmouthed street urchin but a rich second gen peak heir/lord who has mediocre looks and a rat like attitude.

There is a baby trap plan somewhere in there too though he gets caught (and accepted into the family- Shen Jiu; WHAT?!) And they have a hasty wedding with a fat baby 8 months later.

Bonus+

Airplane Shang Qinghua, wiping his tears. "They grow so fast."

Mobei-jun carrying multiple artifacts in a chest-"mn." While plotting to do the same to HIS DILF.

Mobei Jun: let me PROVE to you that I make a good mate by showing you just how well I can assert dominance over your son and make him obey me like I'm his parental figure.

Airplane: *looks up from his writing* Airplane who totally was paying attention to what was going on in the room and not daydreaming about the next addition to his Diary of a Wimpy Disciple series: Oh that's nice?

-o-o-o-o-

The babytrap plan is accidentally aided by Mobei Jun who is just SO EXCITED about a new addition to the family that he steamrolls over and starts playing mother hen/overbearing mother in law to Shen Jiu, fluttering about in worry about the baby's health.

Shang Qinghua has no room to protest - if he does, Mobei Jun is ready to put him in time out (in the Endless Abyss). Plus there's a looming sect leader (and other peak lords) who's very protective of their shizi...

Also the Cang Qiong sect: Don't worry Shen Jiu, you might be stuck with Shang Qinghua has a husband and parent of your only child, but harems are a thing and we will support you if you want a harem!

Shang Qinghua: ...

[More in the #Shen Yuan and his siblings transmigrate into PIDW and are all Cang Qiong peak lords… the previous Cang Qiong peak lords au]

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~ Adventures in obey me ~

~ Adventures in obey me ~ ~ chapter 1 ~

This is chapter one

Of

Adventures in obey me

Replace brother au

Replace mc au

Obeyme x Demon slayer x My hero academia x Diabolik lovers

⚠️ Warning cringe

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Barbatos walk into diavolo office

" My lord Lucifer sent the paper you requested " said Barbatos.

" For the two news exchange students " said Diavolo .

" Yes " said Barbatos .

Barbatos put files on diavolo desk .

Diavolo open both files .

Name : R/n

Birthday: 5/18/???

Age : ???

Species : Humans?

Power : ???

Mother : Cho

Father : Tom

Sister: none

Brother: one

Info : nothing

Personality : unknown

Name: Isabella Todoroki

Birthday : 1/9

Age : 15

Species : human

Quirks : Decay, Cremation , Ice , Rewind

Mother: Tomura Shigaraki/ Tenko Shimura

Father: Dabi / Touya Todoroki

Sister: Sophie todoroki

Brother : Miguel todoroki

Info : Miguel todoroki is Isabella twin

Personality : cold to unknown people

" I never noticed that " said Diavolo.

"

Notice what " said Barbatos .

" It said quirks on every other human file except Solomon and this r/n " said Diavolo .

" Should I get mc " said Barbatos .

" Yes " said Diavolo .

Barbatos went to get mc.

He comes back with mc .

" Yes lord diavolo " said mc.

" I have a question " said Diavolo.

" What is it " said mc.

" Why does it say quirks on every human file except Solomon " said Diavolo .

" Well Solomon is wizard in in the human world people have power we call quirks " said Mc.

" The quirks depend on your genetic " said Mc .

After Mc explain quirks to diavolo .

" What is your quirk " said Diavolo.

" I have a mutation quirk that makes me look like a sheep " said Mc

" Oh a cute sheep by the way " said Diavolo .

" Aw thanks diavolo " said Mc.

" What about one with no quirk " said Diavolo .

" Oh there very little of quirkless people " said Mc.

" I thought about add two people for you and solomon " said Diavolo .

" Can I see please " said Mc .

" Yeah " said Diavolo .

Mc look at the files.

" Well Lucifer might made a bad decision " said Mc .

" What you mean " said Diavolo.

" Um Isabella her parents are villains " said Mc.

" Well you can't just judge her because of her parents " said Diavolo.

" True " said Mc.

" Well she has four quirks " said Diavolo.

' Well if it true that Dabi is Touya Todoroki then she likes her uncle shoto " said Mc.

" Huh " said Diavolo.

" He a future hero and he has two quirks " said Mc.

" Oh so where you become a hero " said Diavolo

" Well where I live it called ua " said Mc.

" There Hero schools in bunch of countries we have two in Musutafu " said Mc.

" So your from Musutafu " said Diavolo

" Mhm " said Mc

" Cool " said Diavolo

" I'm in ua but gen class " said Mc

" What that for " said Diavolo.

" It where we make gadgets for heroes " said Mc.

" Oh " said Diavolo .

" Yeah I have a friend named Shinso though he was move to 1b " said Mc .

" oh ok " said Diavolo.

" Barbato go get the brothers " said Diavolo.

" Yes sir " said Barbato .

- The ends -

This is chapter 1 .

I hope you guys like it .

Yes the fact that mc look a sheep will be her quirk .

Aslo if I show to use pictures for my oc .

They will either black or white hair if not will have only have blue eyes .

I will most use the pictures for the outfit because why not

For mc i use use pink hair again mostly for the outfit.

oh so you will see why I added replaced brother au soon.

Info my oc will be the one to replace the brothers .

As all for one train her to match her personality to her worker or partner or friends so she basically will be perfect for mc to replace the brothers with.

Info nana shimura and Lilith were best friends in the human world when they were alive.

You guys will see how Demon slayer and Diabolik lovers has connection with this soon.

I hope you guys like and see you next time .

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i'm just me - Xornoth&Pearl Empires Fanfic

Rating: Teen (for cursing lol)

Relationship: Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,517

Summary: Pearl is stuck inside due to the weather and she's bored out of her mind. She misses her best friend and just wants something to do. Luckily, the thunderstorm that raged on outside brought more than just mild flooding and loud claps of thunder. (Spoilers, it brought Xornoth.)

Click here to read the whole au, but feel free to read standalone

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

It had only been two years since Pearl and Xornoth first met, but they’ve been nearly inseparable ever since. They had sent countless letters back and forth, and they had taken every possible opportunity they could to visit each other. The frequency of their meetings only increased when Xornoth’s wings could consistently support his weight and Pearl got her first elytra.

Pearl was currently lying on the floor in the children’s library, despite no longer being a child. She was thirteen years old so she was old enough to access the main library unchaperoned if she desired, but she still found herself in this room more often than not. It was a nice change of pace from her bedroom and it was free of pestering adults. Much of the toys no longer interested her, but she still engaged with some of the books and board games that resided in the library. 

Being the sole Moon child, she was the only one who frequented the library. That fact made it a quiet space to reside when her parents weren’t hosting events (meaning ushering her and the other children who attended the events to the children’s library) and she wasn’t quite ready to give that up yet. Pearl wasn’t a child, no, but she was still young. She had a lot of self-exploration and learning to do before her eighteenth birthday.

It was Helianthian royal tradition that, if deemed suitable for the throne, the current emperor’s heir would become the next emperor on their eighteenth birthday. To ensure she would be suitable when the time came, Pearl had to attend way too many classes about far too many topics. Every day attempted to expand her knowledge in geography, anatomy, trade, history, etiquette, self-defense, agriculture, need she go on? Pearl couldn’t exactly complain, especially when many of the classes genuinely interested her, but she could only handle sitting at a desk for so long. She wanted to run, to play, to spar! She wanted to make the most of her childhood while she still had it.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t. At least, she couldn’t go outside and play at the moment. Why? Well, it was down pouring outside. The sound of the raindrops against the roof thumped loudly and thunder echoed throughout Gilded Helianthia. After sneaking out during a thunderstorm one too many times, Pearl had received an extensive list of what her punishment would be if she attempted to do so again.

Pearl couldn’t understand what the big deal was. They had lightning rods for a reason! It wasn’t like lightning would strike her down the second she stepped foot on the grass. Ignoring the lightning and the clapping of the thunder, it was only rain. What could a little rain do? Muddy her boots? Wash her hair for her? 

It was all very silly to Pearl, but she obeyed anyway. Pearl loved her parents, even if they annoyed her sometimes. She was just insufferably bored.

It would be better if Xornoth was here. He and his twin brother, Scott, had their fourteenth birthday not too long ago. Xornoth had warned her that one’s fourteenth birthday was a big deal in Stagorism, the religion Rivendell was founded on, and that he might not be able to come to visit her for a bit because of it… not that he could even make it here in this weather.

Pearl groaned loudly as she pushed herself up from the library’s floor. The room wasn’t doing anything to entertain her so why was she still lying there? Maybe she could find something else more entertaining to do in the halls or one of the other rooms. She brushed the wrinkles out of her dress’ skirt so it wouldn’t be hiked up unflatteringly. If she ran into her Mom, Dad, or tutors in the hallway, they wouldn’t approve of her disheveled appearance. Pearl ran her fingers through her brunette- and blonde-streaked hair in an attempt to comb it down before exiting the library.

What would having siblings be like? She assumed it would be much like her going out into the surrounding towns to play with the other children but in the castle with her. They would be like live-in playmates! If she had siblings, maybe she wouldn’t be so bored. 

A lot of the other empires had only produced one heir for whatever reason or another. The only other royal families she knew who had more than one child or heir to the throne (within the direct bloodline, anyway) were the Magentas and the Majors.

Magenta was the family name of Grimland’s royalty. Gilded Helianthia, Mythland, and Grimland were a part of the Wither Rose Alliance so their families have met up plenty of times so Pearl knew them all fairly well. Joey, Mythland’s heir, certainly acted like an only child, if stereotypes from books she’d read were anything to go off of, and he was an only child so reflecting on him would be no help. 

Fwhip, on the other hand, had a twin sister, Gem. Gem was often away at Crystal Cliffs Academy the majority of times Pearl had interacted with the Magentas (that had changed about two years ago now) so she hadn’t conversed with her as much, but Fwhip always talked positively about her and they seemed to get along when she did witness them interact. Pearl hoped to get to know Gem better; she seemed really cool.

Xornoth was a Major, and (obviously) she’s talked to him plenty of times. He complained about Scott a good amount, sometimes going as far as to say she’s lucky that she’s an only child. Other times, he would claim that he loved Scott more than anything and would burn the world down if someone hurt him. Hm.

On second thought, having siblings seemed complicated. Maybe it was better that she didn’t have any.

It just sucked that Xornoth was gone because of his birthday for so long. Her family had already sent both him and Scott something, as was customary between royal families as a sign of goodwill, but that wasn’t from her. She had no say in those gifts! The gift that was currently tucked neatly in a box underneath her bed was actually from her. Pearl hoped that Xornoth would enjoy it.

Pearl continued to wander mindlessly down the hall, still bored out of her mind. She didn’t stay bored long for the sound of quick knocks against glass pulled her out of her thoughts. Pearl turned her head toward the window only to blink at it in surprise. “Xornoth?” “Pearl! Open the window!” Xornoth’s voice was muffled, but she could hear him clearly enough despite that. Even if she couldn’t, he was aggressively pointing to the lock that kept the window securely shut.

Xornoth was being pelted with rain, completely soaked to the bone. His long, purple hair stuck to his face and his clothes were visibly dripping. Had he flown all the way here? In this weather? Pearl didn’t waste time unlatching the lock and pulling open the window. She quickly jumped back to allow Xornoth inside while also avoiding the rain that entered in with him. Once he was inside, she moved to close the window so the elements would stay outside where they belonged. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?” “I finally managed to slip away.” Xornoth ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes and shook out his wings. “Just my luck that it was raining, but I didn’t want to stick around the castle any longer. Mother has been on my ass all week!” Pearl squealed, holding up her arms in front of her face to shield herself from the water previously on Xornoth’s feathers. “Xornoth! You’re getting me all wet!” “Sorry.” Xornoth flashed Pearl a sheepish smile, though she detected a hint of amusement in his eyes that betrayed his true feelings. “Do you have towels I can borrow?” “My bathroom should have some clean ones. The maids were cleaning it last night after my bath.” Pearl jutted her head down the hall toward her bedroom before turning on her heel. Xornoth was well aware of where her bedroom was at this point, but she led him there anyway.

As they walked, they engaged in light banter and playful teasing, a familiar dynamic between them. Upon reaching Pearl's bedroom and entering the en suite, Xornoth was provided with the promised towels to dry off his hair and body.

“If you sit down on the floor, I’ll preen your wings,” Pearl offered, having done it many times before. He would often get some of his feathers twisted or grime stuck in his wings when they roughhoused outside so she learned how to do so properly early on in their friendship. “I would let you on the bed, but you’re still wet.”

Xornoth didn’t voice any complaints about sitting on the floor, though he did make a subtle remark about how he could barely be classified as wet now that he’d used the towels. As he settled down, he spread out his wings to make it easier for Pearl to access them. 

Meanwhile, Pearl plopped down on her bed, allowing it to bounce her twice before she crawled over to sit behind Xornoth. With a gentle touch, she began carefully sifting through his damp wings, removing any dirt and straightening out any bent feathers. Some of the feathers were too bent to be salvaged so she removed them as swiftly and painlessly as she could. 

“You have no idea how annoying fourteenth birthdays in Rivendell are!” Xornoth filled the silence that came with Pearl’s concentration with complaining. “And it’s so annoyingly gendered too! Like, Aeor forbid I want to do some of the girl customs over the boy customs. Some of them sound like so much more fun! Why am I restricted like this just because I wasn’t born a girl? I’d be the same fucking person no matter what parts I have. It’s so stupid.”

“Would you rather be a girl?” Pearl asked as the possibility entered her mind. She was taught about the concept of being a different gender than what people assumed one would be at birth when she was very young. The topic of transgender people had also come up in her classes and she knew some transgender people herself! It wasn’t a foreign concept to her and it certainly wasn’t taboo in Helianthian society. Gilded Helianthia prided itself on being diverse, after all. “Being a specific gender doesn’t mean you have to like certain things, but you seem to complain about being a boy a lot.”

Xornoth pursed his lips in thought, considering the concept. After several heartbeats, he shook his head to reject the idea. “I don’t think I’m a girl. Like, if someone called me one, I would be fine with it, I suppose, but I don’t think I am one.”

“Do you think you’re a boy then?” Pearl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall the spectrum of nonbinary genders she had studied. Xornoth gave a discontent hum, giving the impression that he was not really residing with “boy” either. Pearl continued when he didn’t elaborate, “It’s okay if not; there are other genders! Katherine’s renny, Noble Blair, is nonbinary, for example.” “Elwyn is nonbinary too!” Xornoth recalled one of the servants who actively participated in a lot of his and Scott’s upbringing. “I asked them about it before because they wear a lot of dresses and call themself a lesbian, which I thought was just for girls when I was little. It isn’t, by the way! They said that they had a connection to femininity, but not in a gendered way, and that ‘nonbinary’ and ‘lesbian’ were simply the labels that best fit their experience.” “I think I feel like that,” Pearl paused cleaning Xornoth’s wings in favor of tilting her head and squinting her eyes before continuing to speak, “but mine’s sort of in a ‘gender’ way. Sometimes I feel like a girl and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the two. Do you feel like that?”

“I don’t think so? I just feel like me. None of the genders I know of fully fit. I’m just Xornoth, you know?” Xornoth leaned forward, pinning his knees down with his elbows as he rested his chin on his hands. “Is it possible to not have a gender?”

Pearl didn’t answer for several moments as she returned to preening Xornoth’s wings. She searched through her memory bank, wishing she had the book she was required to read for her anatomy lessons. There were several chapters dedicated to genders and biological sex, and how it differed among the various races. Her blue eyes lit up once she mentally located the correct term. “Agender! A person who lacks an internal sense of gender.”

“Agender,” Xornoth echoed as if he were trying the word out on his tongue. He glanced over his shoulder and gave Pearl a grin. “I think that’s me! Oh, I can’t wait to tell Scott.” “Are you going to tell other people? Other than Scott, I mean.” Pearl inquired, wondering if she should keep it to herself or not. She also learned that not every transgender person wanted everyone to know until they were ready. “Do you want to use different pronouns? Or another name! Oh, we could look at baby name books and pick out a new one for you!” Xornoth snorted at the suggestion of changing his name, quickly shaking his head. “No, I like my name. It’s a strong, powerful name! In elven, it means… ah, how do I translate it to common again? The heart’s fiery passion? I don’t think it has a direct translation, actually…” He narrowed his eyes as he tried to think before flicking his hand in dismissal, giving up. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. As for pronouns, I don’t really care? People can use whatever they feel like for me. I’m just going to live how I want, you know? Their perception of my gender doesn’t really matter to me, as long as they don’t prevent me from doing what I want to because of it like Mother and Father did.”

“That makes sense,” Pearl hummed softly, committing the information he gave her to memory. Xornoth was her best friend, after all! She wanted to do what she could to make him comfortable.

Before she could think of something else to say, Xornoth spoke again, “Do you think you’re a girl? Or nonbinary? You said you feel like both at different times.” “I think I’m both,” Pearl settled, both feeling the most correct to describe her experiences with gender. “A nonbinary girl. By the way, I finished preening your wings.” Xornoth thanked her, shaking out his wings a few times before turning around to face her properly. “Can you do that? Be a nonbinary girl? Is that a thing?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be allowed.” Pearl shrugged, unbothered by the questioning. They were working things out and that meant lots of questions. It was to be expected. “Mom says that gender is a spectrum anyway. Dad told me that he had a friend growing up that was genderfluid. If they can change genders, I don’t see why I can’t be two or move between them.” “That makes sense,” Xornoth mirrored Pearl’s response to him before letting out an annoyed huff as his mind moved away from their gender conversation and back to his birthday. “Now if only I could have told Mother I was agender! Maybe she would have let me do the traditions I wanted that way. Aeor would have been okay with me doing both or being able to pick which I wanted to do since I’m not a boy or a girl.”

The mention of Xornoth’s birthday sparked a recall within her about the present sitting underneath her bed. A smile grew wide on her face as she slid off the bed to her knees, bending down to reach the box. “I can’t change the past, but I do have a gift for you!” “Your family already sent gifts,” Xornoth pointed out, mildly confused. “Mother and Father sat Scott and me down and made us write ‘thank you’ notes ‘til our wrists cramped.” “That was from my family,” Pearl dismissed, pulling the box from under the bed and holding it out for Xornoth. “This is from me!” Xornoth raised an eyebrow at her as the ends of his lips twitched up. He took the box from her and set it down on his lap. “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to,” Pearl interrupted before he could say much more. She was too eager to see how he would react! “Now open it!”

She didn’t have to ask him twice because he didn’t waste any more time to remove the box's lid. He looked inside and hesitated before pulling out the fabric. “What is it?” “A dress!” Pearl gave him a nervous smile, hoping he liked what she picked out. “You always comment on my dresses, thinking they’re super pretty, and you mentioned that you would like to wear one at some point. None of my dresses can really fit you so I had to go to the shops to find one that would work with your wings. I didn’t find many options in your size that also fit what I was looking for. I know you like black, so I wanted to get you a black dress, which isn’t a super common color in Helianthian clothing, but I also wanted to include Gilded Helianthia’s official flower. It also happens to be my favorite flower because sunflowers are great and, uh.”

Something Pearl didn’t quite catch flashed in Xornoth’s eyes, but she assumed it was positive because he returned her smile. “Can I try it on now?” “Yeah, of course!” Pearl nodded, using her bed to help her up to her feet. She held out her hand to help Xornoth to his feet as well. “You can change in the bathroom. I probably should have given it to you earlier so you wouldn't be forced to sit in damp clothes. I hadn’t expected you to show up so I forgot about it in my surprise. Hopefully you won’t get sick.”

“I’ll be fine,” Xornoth promised, not worried about it. He gathered the garment in his arms before making long strides to the en suite. Not wanting to waste any more time, Xornoth closed the door behind him and started to change.

Pearl busied herself as she waited, throwing away the preened feathers and moving the box the dress had been on to her nightstand. He still wasn’t out when she finished that, so she (impatiently) called through the door, “Xornoth? Are you almost done?” “Yeah, I am! Just give me a second!” Xornoth responded, accompanied with lots of movement Pearl couldn’t quite make out. The sounds were muffled by the wooden door. “I’m brushing my hair now that it’s dry; I don’t want it to tangle. I’m almost done.” “Okay,” Pearl accepted that answer. Before she found another task to do as she waited, the door to the en suite bathroom swung open. She turned toward the Xornoth and gasped in delight. “Xornoth, you’re beautiful!”

And beautiful he was! The dress had an asymmetrical neckline, sweeping down across his chest diagonally from his left shoulder to under the other arm. A black strap was seamlessly integrated into the dress, ensuring that the right side stayed perfectly positioned. The back of the dress was intentionally mostly open, leaving plenty of space for his wings to move comfortably. While the top of the dress remained purely black, except for the neckline which mirrored the skirt, the skirt section was adorned with multiple sunflowers and featured a high-low hemline. Xornoth’s purple hair, previously clumped with rainwater, had now dried and lay neatly on his shoulders.

“Of course I am,” Xornoth claimed confidently, but Pearl noticed the light blush that graced his cheeks at her compliment. “I’m always beautiful.”

Pearl giggled in response to that, jumping forward to grab his hand and bounce on her heels. “We’re both wearing dresses now! We match! Do you like it?” Xornoth twisted his torso back and forth to get the skirt to swoosh without letting go of Pearl’s hands. He watched it move with an expression displaying his glee. He glanced up to meet her eyes, purple eyes bright. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Pearl let go of his hands in favor of giving him a hug, warmth blossoming in her chest at his joy. Xornoth returned it, wrapping both his arms and wings around her. The contact was nice and she was proud that she made a good selection because she enjoyed seeing him smile. Xornoth’s unexpected presence had improved her day, and he was her best friend, so she had no problem replying, “I love you too.”

[g8dess]

hi yani (hope it's okay to call you that^^ /gen)

first I wanted to say happy belated birthday!! I hope you had a good time celebrating it and know your f/os love you very much and can't wait to spend another year (and many more) with you!!

second your blog and carrd are soo ( ☆0☆)!! I'm so impressed by how detailed and thorough your ships are!! not only is it all well organized but the content is so interesting!! the GIT lore is so intriguing ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

finally I wanted to send some asks for you and nebulae ( 〃．．) sorry if it's too much

1. What is the most out of pocket thing your F/O has ever said to you?

7. What is the funniest mistake you have ever seen your F/O make?

8. What is the most embarrassing thing your F/O has ever done? Whether intentionally or otherwise.

sorry for the long message, no pressure to respond!! enjoy the rest of your day🍀✨

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Hi hi!!! It's perfectly okay to call me Yani! Thank you for the long message, it's never too much and I'm sorry it took so long to respond!

Firstly, thank you for the birthday wishes, I was able to spend it with my friends and family and had a blast organising my own parties for once. Aww thanks!! I love my f/o's a whole lot too and am looking forward to plenty more years by their sides.

Secondly, thank you again, for all the compliments!! It's so nice to know you like my blog, I personally think it could be more organised and more filled to make it look prettier, but it's nice to know even this much is appreciated by others <3. I feel like my lore and details are all over the place, especially for GiT, but thank you for enjoying it nonetheless. <3 You really make me excited to work on it all some more!!

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Now for the questions for Nebu; It was harder to come up with answers to these so that's why it took so long

1. What is the most out of pocket thing your F/O has ever said to you?

In one AU, he just psychoanalyses me upon first interaction. It's an Obey Me AU, and Nebu is a demon here, watching me in class and upon a wedding event, he wants a shot to be the groom that models next to me, so when they tell him auditions are right this moment, he steals me away from the brothers to go to a quieter place to talk about the previous proposals and how my feelings are written on my face and I need someone that can promise to stay by my side no matter what, no fancy proposal if the right words can be said.

Okay so wedding event, But mc is feeling a bit numb, And while she acknowledges that all the proposals are indeed unique and including the brothers personalities, It doesnt speak to her, When Luci has just finished his proposal and it's almost time for mc to choose, Nebu comes storming in, panting from running all the way to the castle, And he starts reprimanding and yelling at little D because there are so many demons in the school that would love to stand beside mc and only giving the brothers a shot is discriminating against all the others, Saying that he wants a shot too and asking when the auditions are and being surprised because they are right now, Grabbing mcs hand asking to steal them away for a bit and running through the castle until they hide somewhere, Mc suggested places they knew in the castle with a romantic atmosphere but nebu said it would be more fun to just go with the flow, Just talking a bit about the brothers proposals, And nebu admitting to watching her in class and saying her emotions are written on her face and it's easy to see how she is fearful of it and acknowledging those fears and promising to stay by her side, And it's the one proposal that truly touches her, So she ends up apologising to the brothers and chooses nebu as her groom for the shoot, She needs to ask his name too because it's their first meeting, He had his demonic powers sealed a couple years ago because he couldn't control them well, He had a little crush on her ever since she came to the devildom but never dared to approach her

7. What is the funniest mistake you have ever seen your F/O make?

It's hard to imagine him making any mistakes, but he's probably research things wrongly and end up with different results each time, or remember something wrong. His funniest mistakes happen when he's researching magic and putting his research into practice. He uses magic on the most unconventional ways and ends up without clothes on multiple occasions. Explosions do that to you, nowadays it's just normal.

8. What is the most embarrassing thing your F/O has ever done? Whether intentionally or otherwise.

Confessed in front of an audience. It happens in multiple universes too. He can't help but want to shout his love for me in front of everyone, I need to know he loves me and he'll do anything to make me realise.

[thatdrawdavid]

Ahhhhhh this game really got me in the feels. I have been seeing a lot of Obey Me! Fan kids recently between people's MC's and the boys, do I wanted to make my own! Also, to be very clear, I DO NOT SHIP ANY OF THE BROTHERS WITH EACH OTHER! I just think it's a fun idea that Axel is married to both Beel and Belphie. As for the kids, the little girl is Axels and Beels and her name is Len'. The little boy is Axels and Belphies and his name is Ze. I wanted the twins to name their kids after each other lmao.

[mmadpigeon]

GUESS WHOS NEW PEN CAME IN!!!

MINE!

I’ll be going back and doing the obeymemctober prompts I missed while my pen was being shipped soooooo. Enjoy my obey me next gen kids

Day 23: MC’s child/children

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

The fact that my pregnancy headcanons are actually the most liked headcanons on my blog and are still steadily getting likes and reblogs everyday is so funny to me. Are we all experiencing baby fever or ?

[lunaekalenda]

DAY ONE: Marco doesn't want to shower.

DAY TWO:

DAY THREE:

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a/n: okay idk why i'm writing this and why the hell it ended being a three chapter serie but i wanted to write about dad jean and it ended in this brainrot so i hope you enjoy this as much as i liked writing it :D

w: jean x female!reader, kids (2), marriage, stablished relationship, modern AU, dad jean because i'm weak, implicit spoilers about marco and sasha

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“You’ll be okay for sure?” you ask once more, taking of your seatbelt. Jean smiles at you, nodding.

“Of course, babe. They are only two kids, and they are our kids.” he says. You smile at him. Your beautiful kids. You're really lucky to have this family.

“Maybe that’s the most problematic part, those Kirstein gens...” Jean laughs and you kiss him before leaving. “Be back in two days, love you!”

“Call me if something happens, right? Be careful, love you more.” You take the suitcase and run into the airport, waving your hand again to him. You don't want to be late for your plane. You have an important bussiness meeting on another country, so you will stay there for two days. Jean insisted to stay home with the kids, even when his mom offered him to stay there. He drives to his childhood house, where a smiling Marco receives him.

"Dad!" he yells while Jean gets out of the car. His mother comes behind his child, holding his daughter, that easily strecthes her hands towards him, searching her father's arms. He holds her while Marco hugs his leg. "Dad, granny showed me a snail. They are so rare! They have their houses on their back!" Marco tells. Jean caresses his son's head while his daughter plays with Jean's necklace. His mom looks at him.

"Jean-bo, if you need something, you can always come here." Jean smiles. The name his mom has used since he's little keeps warming his heart.

"Thanks, mom. Now, time to go home." Marco nods and goes to kiss his grandmother on the cheek. Jean sits both of them on their car chairs and goes back home. "We will have fun while mom is working, right?" Jean asks, and Marco nods with energy. They arrive home fast while Marco keeps talking about the things he saw on his grandma garden. Sasha tells a little about her afternoon -she's too young to talk that much yet.-. "I sleep on granny sofa." she says. They arrive and Marco sits on the sofa, taking his console. Jean looks at him while he sits Sasha on her chair. "Marco?"

He looks at him with innocent eyes. "Mom says I can play videogames on Friday afternoon." he says simply. Jean sighs. He told him in the car that it was late, so he had to shower and dinner to go to sleep. Jean walks to the kitchen and prepares a cup of milk with cereal for Sasha's dinner. He gives it to her, and her face is now decorated with a huge smile.

“Go shower, Marco.” The kid keeps playing with his console. “Marco?”

“I’m occupied, dad. I only can play on weekends and fridays.” he says. Jean raises a brow and looks again at him. He sighs, kneeling next to him. He knows that insist doesn’t have any effect in him, so maybe negotiate with the kid gives results.

“Buddy, why don’t we go for a bath and play with all the water toys you have? Don’t want to make Peter the Sailor sad.”

Marco raised his gaze, the same hazel eyes that Jean has. He sighs before looking again to his game.

“Dad, Peter is a toy. They don’t feel emotions.”

“Someone didn’t watch Toy Story.” Jean thinks for himself.  He checks on Sasha, that is eating cereal with, surprisingly, her spoon instead of her hands. "Very well, sweetie." He goes back to Marco. "Marco, please." the kid keeps playing. Jean sighs. He runs his hands through his hair, tying it in a bun. He looks at Sasha.

He waits until she's finished "Okay, time for your bath. Once I'm finished with her, I'm coming for you." he says. Marco raises a thumb to his father. Jean's big hands take Sasha off her little chair, and he carries her to the bathroom. He undresses her once he has checked the water temperature and set the hot air. She enters the water with a huge smile. Jean kneels near the bathtub, making sure she's sitting in the right way. The little girl smiles to his father and he can't help but smile to his little girl. "How does y/n take care of them while I work?" he thinks. Jean isn't a bad dad. He cares a lot for them and he helps in everything he cans, as making chores or helping with the kids. But it is also true that he has been alone with them just for hours, not for entire days. Usually you're home when he's home, so they are always watched by two pairs of eyes.

Sasha splashes water out of the bathtub, making Jean's shirt wet and his thoughts stop to overflow. She giggles. "Oh, you're a funny one... I'm sure Connie will enjoy meeting you." he says for himself. His friend Connie decided to take a free year and he's now trekking on a lost mountain of the Alphs. He decided to go around the world this year, so he only knows a baby version of Sasha. Now she's almost three. Marco, on the other hand, is near six.

Jean hears steps and suddenly feels a little hand on his shirt. He turns around. "What's up, bud?" he asks. Marco looks at him. His eyes are fixed on Jean's, and he has a sad expression.

"When is mommy coming back?" he asks. Jean knows your son is basically a mom kid, and being more than 3 hours without her is starting to ruin him because he knows she will be out for days. Jean's hand is still inside the bathtub when he takes Marco closer to him, sitting him on his knee while his hand supports Sasha, trying to avoid accidents.

"She will be back Sunday night." he says. It's friday night and Marco is already missing you. Jean smiles softly. He also misses you. "We will videocall her once she has arrived her hotel, yeah?" Marco nods again and Sasha giggles.

"Want to see Mom." she says. Marco watches Sasha as she plays with some bath ducks. Sasha starts to pout, and Jean knows that means she wants to go out of the water. "Okay, little one, we're going to take off all this soap." he says. With care, he waters her quickly before wrapping her on a towel. He lets the bathtub empty and starts to fill it with hot water for Marco's bath. "Want me to leave?" he asks. Marco has learned to shower by himself, so probably he doesn't want to have his father there, but surprisingly, he says.

"Mom always stays. Can you also stay, dad?" Jean's heart melts when he hears it and nods. "I'll go leave Sasha on her bed and come back, hm?" he says. Sasha's hot cup of milk followed by a hot bath ends always in a wet- haired half-asleep Sasha. Jean dries her hair quietly before leaving her on the bed. She hugs her favorite plushie and Jean leans on to kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, Sasha." he says. She smiles, half-asleep, and Jean closes the door before going back to the bathroom. He makes a little stop on his bedroom to change his wet t-shirt. Marco is already on the bath when he arrives. Jean sits outside, as he did with Sasha. "Dad, do you miss mom?" Marco asks. Maybe it is because he is sad and Jean isn't, or Jean doesn't know why his son thinks he doesn't miss his wife.

"Of course I miss mom. I miss her a lot." Jean says. Marco smiles a little and looks to the water, full of bubbles. "Why you asking?"

"Because I thought I was weak for missing her so early." he says. Jean looks at his son.

"Of course not! Missing someone you love isn't a weakness. It means you feel a lot of love for them." he says. Marco nods.

"I really love mom." he says. Jean smiles to his older son. How his face reminds him of you. His phone rings on the entrance table. It's a message from you.

"just arrived. tell me when you want to videocall :)"

"Oh, Marco. Mom wants to call!" he says. Marco gets happy and he ends his shower fast, getting dressed on his pijamas. He asks about Sasha. Should him let her sleep or wake her to let her mom see her? He decides to wake his little girl and tell her that mom is going to call. Sasha gets fully awake with the mention of her mom and the three of them are now on your bed, Jean on the middle. He videocalls you and you answer at the moment.

"Hi mommy!!" Marco says. Sasha smiles before repeating what her brother said.

"Hi, babe" Jean's voice can be heard the last. You smile widely.

"Marco, Sasha! how are you? Mom is missing you so much!" you say.

"You don't miss daddy?" Marco asks. You laugh at his concerned expression.

"Of course I miss him." you say. Jean smiles and lets Marco grab the phone. "How was your day at Granny's?"

Marco tells you all the details about his granny's garden, every single insect and living thing inside. Sasha tries to tell you what she did, but she gets twisted with the words because of the happiness of seeing you.

"Mommy how's your room?" Marco asks. You show them, listening three "woows" when the camera points the big bed and the beach through the windows. "It is so big!"

"It is! Next time, I'll take you all with me!" you promise. Marco yells and Sasha claps. Jean smiles warmly at you, the scene melting every inch of your heart. You know it's late there. "Marco, you should go to sleep. You too, Sasha. I'll talk with dad for a bit and we will talk a lot of time tomorrow, promise." you say. Marco nods and Sasha smiles at you. Jean lets them say goodbye.

"Bye mommy, have good dreams! I love you!"

"Bye mama, love you!"

"Bye, loves. I miss you and I love you more!." Jean leaves the phone on the bed while he puts Sasha on her bed, kisses her forehead and does the same to Marco. The kid whispers him. "Dad, if I am awake when you end, could you read me a tale?"

"Of course. But try to sleep, yes?" Marco nods and turns off the light. Jean closes the door quietly and gets into his bed, taking his phone. You smile at him.

"How the hell they obey you more through a phone than to me on real life?" he asks. You laugh and he does too. "You're a supermom for them. They already miss you a lot. I miss you a lot." he says. You smile.

"I'm sure you're being the greatest dad. You've always been. And I also miss you three so much. But I'll be back sooner than you think." you say. Jean smiles.

"I know. You should relax as much as you can there."

"That's kinda impossible. The boss gave us tons of work." you sigh

"How's the city?" he asks.

"It is beautiful! I really want to take you three with me next time!" the mention of a future trip makes him smile. He yawns quietly. You realize the hour. "Babe, it's late there. You should go to sleep." you say. Jean smiles and nods. "I'll message you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Be careful, and call if you need something, I'll leave my phone with sound on." you nod. He always cares for you, and you love that side of him. "Have a good day, babe."

"Sleep well, Jean. I love you."

"I love you more." You hang. You have a long day, so, getting ready, you leave your hotel room. Jean goes to his son bedroom. He's calmly asleep, so he goes to check on his daughter. She's also sleeping. He can't help but smile. His little ones.

He feels so lucky.

[ruewrites]

Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.” 

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event.  No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued  to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin.  It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted. 

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion.  Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth,  “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

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“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him. 

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?” 

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place. 

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

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“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him. 

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering. 

“Well? Do you?” 

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face. 

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle. 

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?”  Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses. 

“How could I ever stay away?” 

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position. 

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness. 

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.” 

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room. 

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.” 

It wasn't just that. They both knew it.  They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes. 

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing. 

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His. 

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this world had to offer. 

[meowsgirldrawing]

Can I just say I love your obey me poly next gen au?(wow that's a mouth full XD)

But seriously, I always thought that I would only find next gen art of a person's MC and one brother, No judgement to them but I love all the brothers! Your design for them, names, even the little character traits are so adorable and so amazing!! It's nice to see some poly art too with just the brothers. (I'm a little bias-)

ANWAY AMAZING ART, HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT!!!! (P.s I love your MC / OC!!!)

I'll be honest, I just couldn't decide who my MC's endgame would be lol. They fit too well with all of them, well maybe/maybe not Belphie, but eh, he was too cute after Chapter 16. So I was like, 'Aw screw it! POLY!'

Plus I'm an absolute sucker for domestic shite so that didn't help my little idea bowl either. Which took a while to get the courage to post about them cause I was worried people would fit it weird since they were all sharing the same mom/other parent. But I'm glad people seem to like them so YAY

Thank you!!!

[ladykittenlena]

A mistake of nature cannot have a mother...

(fanfic line)

(tbatf au, next gen)

Only week left until Mother's Day. Toby sat and drew, looking at the picture. It shows his mother. She was wearing a bright red dress and had a beautiful smile. Gorgeous...

But... Tobias couldn't get to know her... Because she was killed after he was born... But he really wanted to get to know her better.

It was then that he began to ask everyone about her. Everyone had many details about her. Sergeant Brianna mentioned that his mother had a kind, gentle maternal side, but that was the only thing she knew about her since they met too late. Vlahd didn't know Toby's mom very well either. But he only knew that she was an understanding person.

A German named Richard/Dick, he also didn't know Toby's mother well, but he liked her sense of humor, and according to him, most of it passed to Toby.

But the one who knew Toby's mom well was Patrick. They were good friends in life, and according to him, she refused an abortion, simply because she wanted a child. Too bad she didn't have time to stay with him longer. The second person who knew a lot about Toby's mother was his nanny, Bet. She often told Toby about his mother. Especially the fact that she and his father were once too close. And finally, Tobias's father - Tord, he did not like the topic with his wife, and only once mentioned her name. It seemed that the Leader of the Red Army hated her, and very much. So does Toby.

And so Toby hesitated for a long time to ask his father to tell him about his mother. But it was necessary. He approached his father. The Red Leader was reading a book at that time, so he did not notice how Toby approached him:

- Hi, Dad. - Tobias greeted. Tord nodded to indicate that he was listening.

- Could you tell me about my mother? - Toby asked. Tord slammed the book loudly, showing his irritation:

- Tobias... You know you shouldn't bring this topic up with your mom. - Tord answered him rather harshly. Toby felt himself begin to cry.

- But... Many say almost nothing, and you treat it as if you despise her, and never, on her birthday, April 5, visit her... I just want to know about my mother! - Toby stamped his foot, ready to burst into tears.

- Are you going to cry? - his father asked sternly and harshly. - Toby, tears are a sign of weakness, and you, as a future leader, should not show it.

- B-but... tears are normal...- Toby tried to protest, but was slapped.

- No, it's not okay! I forbid you to cry, Toby! Forget all about your mom! - Tord was already starting to lose his temper. Toby, who had fallen from the blow, was rubbing his cheek.

- Forget? But... She's... Your wife... And why do I want to know a lot about her?

But this was apparently the last straw for Tord. He grabbed Toby by the neck and pressed him against the wall, starting to choke him:

- Your mother was a mistake of nature. And you! Same mistake as her! - Tord yelled at him, squeezing Tobias's neck with his robotic arm. - You are such a nonentity, like your mother, that it is disgusting to look at both of you, at the way you sob. Why else do you think I killed her?

- Y-you?! Killed my mom?! Toby's eyes widened in horror. - But why?!

Tord chuckled like a complete psychopath.

- I was interested to see how she suffers here carrying you, Toby. And she held out long enough before she ran away. And so, when you were born and she was weakened... I killed her! - Tord laughed and it seemed that he was definitely a psychopath:

- The same fate awaits you, Toby. If you do not obey ... - The Red Leader took out a gun:

- I'll kill you too. Now... Get out of here, and no mention of your mother in my presence! You are a mistake of nature, and a mistake of nature cannot have a mother! - Tord lowered his hand and Toby crashed. He got up and ran out the door. Now he needs to find Bet.

The next day, the boys walked in the park and discussed Mother's Day. The tallest is Ethan, who is also Toby's cousin, asked him:

- Toby? What about your mom? Everyone knows who your father is, but what about your mother? Isn't she an important part of the Red Army?

Toby stopped.

- Ethan... I don't have a mother. I'm a mistake of nature, and a mistake of nature... Can't have a mother... - Toby began to wipe away his tears. - My father... It was he who killed my mother... Right after I was born...

Ethan, hearing this, hugged his cousin from behind.

- Don't worry, Tobias... We will resurrect your mother and you can celebrate mother's day...

P.s

Bet it's character of my friend

Bet by @lifani-artz

Au by me

End

[stonesparrow]

Bird’s Writing Ideas

Summaries of some of the dcst AUs and other fanfic concepts I’m “working on,” or at least just have a google doc going for. Feel free to send me an ask if you want to hear more about any of them :P

No Stone Wars AU

Terrible name, yes, so sometimes I call this the “Delayed Lions AU.” I am not good at titling things. It’s an AU where Yuzuriha was successfully brought back to camp and revived instead of Tsukasa, and then the lions show up. Working together though, our heroes do manage to scare the lions away for the time being, and Tsukasa doesn’t end up getting revived until way later. Essentially it’s an excuse for me to write a civilization-building story where Senku carries out his plans as he intended before the whole Stone Wars shenanigans happened. Senku does still find Ishigami Village (he has to go to Hakone eventually to collect sulfur) but he’s not nearly as concerned about, ya know, getting murdered. Could be really boring for some people, but like I’ve said I LOVE the civilization building parts of DCST and this is my jam. I did way too much math for this one.

Fem! Senku AU

Exactly what it says on the tin. Tentatively titled “Ishigami Senku: Girl Genius.” I’ve left it ambiguous so far whether Senku is cis or trans, but either way this one is great for exploring how Senku’s decisions and character (and those around her) might be affected by Senku being a girl. For instance, this Senku is more used to being underestimated and patronized than canon Senku and has a slight compulsion to wanting to prove herself, which is in conflict with her desire to surge ahead without caring about what others think of her. Her hair also obeys gravity a little more and she wears it in a ponytail, and she’s a little closer to Yuzuriha than in canon (though Taiju is still her oldest and best friend). I’ve had a few problems with hashing out the plot for this one since I don’t want it to perfectly match canon but I also want it to keep some key story nodes, and the butterfly effect makes it tend to veer wildly off into various directions.

Mermaids AU(s)

I have like, three of these because I couldn’t decide how to go about it and just wanted to write something with mermaids. I like fantasy.

 Senku and Taiju are young mermen living in an underwater kingdom, and Senku’s fascinated with the above world, spending his days studying humans and their inventions and trying to come up with something that could allow him to go on land. But then one day something turns the whole Sea Kingdom into stone statues, and it’s up to Senku to venture out into the human world in search of a cure. Lower on my interest scale because most of the story wouldn’t take place among the mermaids.

Inspired by ao3 user Luki’s story Flock where soon after revival petrified humans sprout wings. In this case though, Senku realizes that he’s somehow becoming partially aquatic, only instead of being full on mermanified he ends up more like...mermaids in the Sims 3? Where he has to stay constantly hydrated to survive and his legs turn into a tail when submerged in water. I like this one a lot, actually.

H2O: Just Add Water AU. There was this Australian tv show I used to watch at my friend’s house when we were like...seven, about these three girls who after a strange encounter realized that ten seconds after coming in contact with water, they would turn into mermaids. I’ve tweaked that concept a lot but basically this AU is Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha taking the place of the three main characters, and also they’re in Japan instead of Australia, for obvious reasons. 

A Single Act of Kindness

AU where 12 year old Tsukasa is rescued from the old man on the beach by another, friendlier old man, one with grey hair with dark tips and red eyes. That’s it, that’s the whole concept. Probably gonna be a oneshot.

Future/Next Gen

Not an AU, but basically a bunch of (very theoretical and self indulgent) ideas I have about the Kingdom of Science post defeating Why-man. All of them stem from a concept I had where Senku finds a protege in Taiju and Yuzuriha’s third oldest child, a girl named Yurika (which is a legitimate girls’ name but Senku was the one who named her and meant it to sound like Eureka! on purpose, as if saying he wished for her to have a life full of discovery. He’ll deny thinking that much about it though). Most of the stories I have in this concept are about Yurika’s teen years, with Senku in his forties.

Suika in Wonderland

Just a funny idea I had where Suika falls asleep to Ukyo telling her an “old British children’s story,” one summer afternoon and finds herself in a strange world where a lot of the bizarre individuals she meets look oddly like some of her friends.

ATLA AU

Recently I did a little speculative thing for this in this post, and I liked it enough to write it down into a more fully fleshed out concept. Story 1 is going to be about Ryusui growing up in the Northern Water Tribe and him meeting the Gaang when they arrive at the end of Book 1, while Story 2 is going to be about Senku and his friends uncovering the Dai Li conspiracy in Ba Sing Se and teaming up with the Gang when they arrive in Book 2. Story 3...well I’d like to do something regarding the Fire Nation characters, so maybe something to do with Amaryllis.

[selfships-in-spanish]

The Queen of Demons

Pairing: Erwin Smith x OC, Levi Ackerman x OC

Rating: Gen (the rating will go up as the story advances! But it will totally be explicit ;D)

Warnings: None for now, but sexist and misogynist upbringing (Eva's father is a huge asshole).

Word Count: 2.085

ALSO POSTED ON AO3

A/N: This is it! The first chapter of the Arranged Marriage!AU I've been working and drawing about! I'll be posting it on AO3 too since I don't know if Tumblr will screw me over again and give me trouble for posting text >_> This wouldn't be possible without @spirit-in-the-library's help, so I got so much to thank my friend for <3 I really hope you enjoy the story, I've got so much written and planned already jajajaja Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: THE PATH TOWARDS PERDITION

The scenery before her was breathtakingly beautiful, although it sent her a chill down her spine as she knew she went further into the unknown and her sealed fate. Snow was pretty, but silent and deadly too, and these woods weren’t familiar to her. The serene landscape didn’t calm her as it should have, only sending her nerves into a spiral of never-ending anxiety.

The cold bit at her hands and feet, the carriage did what it could in matters of isolating the cold, and she burrowed further into the thick winter coat, clinging desperately to it. Her handmaiden, Flora, looked pitiful too, her cloak not as thick as Eva’s. They tried to talk to ease both their minds, but it turned out it was better to let silence reign over them and try to enjoy the ride and the scenery as much as they could. Eva had never ventured this far when she accompanied her brothers on their diplomatic missions, Flora always excitedly travelling with her, eager to know the neighbouring kingdoms and people; she was a social hurricane and always ended up making friends with all the other maids (Eva made sure Flora could send letters and gifts, often pulling strings herself to make sure the packages were delivered safely), so both women knowing this was their final travel sent a freezing cold knot deep in their guts.

Eva saw Flora shiver, and with a tiny smile she scooted over, making room for her handmaiden under her cloak.

“Come here, I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Your skirt will wrinkle, your Highness.”

“As if it wasn’t wrinkled enough from sitting here for God knows how many hours. Come here, you stubborn mule.”

Flora snorted but obeyed, not wanting to be in the cold any longer. Eva covered them both, cuddling and letting out a sigh as she let her cheek rest on Flora’s head, looking out of the carriage’s window. She always hated the cold.

Eva probably dozed off while Flora was talking about some silly nothings, lulled by the rocking of the carriage and the shared warmth under her thick winter cloak. She realised Flora put her hood on so she didn’t let her neck stick out for too long.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! I won’t let Diana know you fell asleep listening to her epic romance with the guard captain’s son.”

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t tell her, she wouldn’t stop reminding me of it.” Eva rubbed her temples, still hazy.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Flora crossed her heart and looked at Eva trying to stifle a giggle. She failed, and both women laughed out loud, picturing Diana’s irked expression and waving hands.

They kept looking out of the window, enjoying the small moments as this one; they both knew they would be sparse now.

The landscape outside the window changed, having less never-ending fields of pure white snow and heavily covered trees and mountains, to more fenced fields with cattle and horses roaming around with some lonesome wooden houses in an architectural style so different from the ones back home.

Eva’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, knowing the carriage ride was about to end as they neared the fearsome warrior’s village walls. Flora squeezed her when the carriage came to a stop, trying to reassure the princess upon seeing the gate guards on the entrance talking with the royal soldiers at the start of the entourage, and the tremendous amount of people running around inside the village as both women peeked from the cold glass. They looked at each other in a silent and mutual exchange of comfort.

The townsfolk stopped on their tracks upon seeing the carriages entering the village, their gazes wary and distrustful,  a contrast to the children shouting excitedly at the shiny armour the royal guards wore. Their mothers stood proudly, in defiance, reminding Eva of the fierce stray cats that roamed the Royal Palace gardens, hissing and standing tall whenever someone approached their kittens. Eva recalled the talk she overheard of Father and his advisors about this nation of warriors, how every single one of them had the blood of a terrifying fighter running inside their veins, how every single member of their society was trained to enter combat. Demons , that’s what her Father called them more than once, The Demons of Eldia. Whether that was true or not, Eva was downright terrified. Hostility was clear in their eyes and postures, not happy at seeing foreigners entering freely their territory. How did Father suppose she could survive this?

The carriages kept going, entering further into the maze of beautifully crafted houses. Flora parted from her embrace with Eva, knowing they would step out of the secluded space soon, and would need to make Eva look as if she hadn’t spent countless hours inside a wooden box; she had to make a perfect first impression. Eva wondered how different the village would look without all the snow covering every inch of it. Would it look as intimidating, but still beautiful, as it looked now?

Lost in her thoughts and Flora’s fussing, the entourage stopped in front of the biggest house Eva saw until now. It was massive, artfully crafted by the best artisans when it was built. Intricate markings decorated the wooden pillars holding everything together, and Eva could tell they had a meaning for these people. Right in front of the steps Eva saw more Eldian warriors, and in the middle stood those who Eva guessed probably were the welcoming party. She wondered how this Chief her father gave her hand into marriage was. Would he be a decrepit old man? A greedy one with lecherous fingers? A barbarian who would only use her for his own gratification? Was this Chief so entitled to himself and his pride that he would not even step down his throne, or the equivalent these people used, to greet them properly? What saddened her deeply was how her brothers, Hans and Friederich, agreed with Father.

Her questions would be answered in just a moment, hearing how the other two carriages, where her older brothers were, opened their doors, their heavy boots falling down the snow with a solid thud. Both women heard voices and movement outside. It was time.

“Remember, your Highness,” Flora began, giving her hands a final squeeze. “You have the strength to proudly hold your head high. The people of Gottesreich are by your side in here.” Flora touched with her finger where Eva’s heart was. “And I will be right behind you.

Eva let out a shaky exhale, a trembling smile on her lips.

“Thank you, Flora.”

The door of the carriage opened and a gush of freezing cold air hit both women. Flora tightened her cloak around her and waited patiently for Eva to exit first. It was Friederich who came to get her, gracing Eva with a tired smile while he offered his hand to help her out. Eva delicately posed her hand on the outstretched hand of his brother, the other pulling slightly up the skirt of the dress so she wouldn’t accidentally step on it and cause a scene. God forbid that happened, she couldn’t afford any humiliating mishaps of any kind. Eva stepped aside as Friederich also helped Flora out, and turned just once to see her sister following him behind, still with her hood pulled up; that was definitely Flora’s doing, knowing how the woman liked the tiny dramatics. Friederich huffed, amused.

Once they stopped just right next to Hans, his stance truly the epitome of a proud and regal prince, a member of the Eldian welcoming party walked over them, bowing their head lightly and making his light brown hair move.

“The people of Eldia welcomes you, your Highnesses, and hope you had a pleasant and safe trip.” The man had a soothing voice, calm, and such feelings carried into his eyes. “My name is Moblit and I’ll be your interpreter throughout your stay.”

“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Moblit. I’m prince Hans Stein, heir to the throne of Gottesreich.” The crown prince bowed, right hand on his chest, and waited for Moblit to translate his words into the Eldian language. Looking at each one of the Eldians of the welcoming party, Hans turned to his other two siblings. “This is the second prince of Gottesreich, and General of our troops, Friederich Stein,” Friederich mimicked his brother, bowing respectfully too with his right hand on his chest as Moblit kept translating. “And last, princess Eva Stein, our younger sister.”

Eva felt her hands tremble and not because of the cold. She could feel everyone’s eyes fixed on her although she kept her own to the floor as her father taught her— never look at them in the eyes, only when you are being presented, but then quickly look away, never speak unless you are being spoken and addressed first, never—

She could do this.

Eva raised her hands, carefully lifting the hood of the cloak so it wouldn’t disturb her hair and tiara, and let it fall gracefully on her shoulders. She raised her head to proudly display her long neck, knowing it was being accentuated by the collar of the dress she was wearing, and looked at each member of the welcoming party before elegantly bowing towards the Eldians while delicately lifting the sides of the dress skirt as she was taught as a child. Once done, Eva returned to the position she was before: gloved hands in front of her, clasped together, head slightly tilted downwards and her eyes refusing to meet anyone’s unless she was required to do so. Father would be proud of how well she performed.

Some warriors whispered to each other, and Eva didn’t know if to feel grateful to not know what were they saying. It was just a quick glimpse as she wasn’t able to properly focus, but, where were the horns? The claws? The evil smiles with mouths full of sharp teeth? Her books depicted Eldia as demons, as creatures taking humanoid forms but with grotesque features. Eva couldn’t help but to feel thoroughly confused at the difference. Were the books wrong? Were they waiting for the right moment to show their true selves...?

A deep baritone voice quieted all the murmurs, speaking in a calm and collected tone that didn’t leave room for questioning. Eva would have called it a beautiful voice if she wasn’t being eaten alive by her fear and anxiety. The voice kept talking, and was now joined by Moblit’s translations. It was time to raise her eyes again.

“We welcome you, your Highnesses, and thank Goddess Maria for your safe journey to our land.” Eva briefly looked at Moblit, and was taken aback by the gentle appearance he displayed; she expected a brute, like her books said, but was met with soft amber eyes and sandy brown hair. Her attention was swiftly moved to the Eldians before them as Moblit gestured towards them. “My name is Erwin Smith, Chief of the proud Eldian tribe, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance too, your Highnesses.”

Eva’s eyes frantically fixed on the man Moblit was gesturing with his hand and claimed to be the Eldian Chief. Her husband to be. Eva was met with an icy blue gaze and intense like the sea she saw once when she traveled with Hans to a southern kingdom, but Eva noticed a hidden cleverness behind the stern glare. The eyes belonged to a handsome face, with sharp and chiselled features like his cheekbones, a beautiful aquiline nose and thick, blonde brows framing his face. His blonde hair was neatly parted to the side and Eva never saw a haircut such as the one he was displaying, both short and even shorter hair, but judging by the other Eldians, it was a common style. He was big, tall, and Eva saw the true poise and demeanor of a proud warrior. The blue war paint smeared on his face and exposed arms made Eva unconsciously gulp down; he looked terrifying. Even if the Chief was wearing thick clothing, there was no doubt there weren’t feeble sticks for limbs underneath them.

The princess was taken aback, unable to tear her gaze away from the Chief’s ones, and going against all her modal teachings. Those blue eyes were hypnotic and unreadable, like his face.

That was the man she was going to marry.

Erwin Smith.

[chibinekochan]

Angel in hell - part 1

Obey me! Angel Reader Au.

Gen. reader insert.

900+ words

An angel in the Devildom? Well, this is nothing new. Together with exchange student veterans Simeon and Luke you get chosen to be an exchange student in the Devildom. Due to an accident, you end up sharing the dorm with 7 demon brothers. The local demons are all acting very strange around you.   Is this because you are an angel or is there a hidden reason?

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"Once again we welcome our exchange students for this year. There are some familiar faces but also some new additions. I hope together we can make them all feel right at home." Diavolo smiles and points to the three angels.

Simeon stands next to you, wearing his usual smile. Luke seems a bit anxious but that's also something that you are used to.

You still have mixed feelings about this. As much as this is an honor, it's also a burden.

You let your eyes wander over to the group of demons. They all are members of the student council.

They look more normal than you expected. Yet their gaze feels like it's burning you.

  You feel compelled to take a step back.

"We are very honored to be chosen yet again to deepen our relationship with the Devildom." Simeon gives polite words to everyone. You bow down to emphasize his point.

"Very well then, now where the formalities are over you are free to go." Diavolo wears a broad smile. He seems very casual. A huge difference from the departing ceremony in heaven. There everyone is more polite and formal.

"Hold on my lord. I fear there was an issue with the room. You see the usual room was destroyed, due to some mishap. We could organize a two-bedroom but sadly the only other room that is currently available is in the house of Lamentation." Barbatos breaks the news like it's not a huge issue.

You wonder how he can be so casual.

  "Wait, are you serious?" Belphie speaks up. Seemly irritated. "Yes, it can't be helped since Satan destroyed the room. We have to take responsibility." Lucifer states this matter of fact. Leaving no room for arguments. "Hey, it was Mammon's' fault. He made me angry!" Satan refuses to take the blame. "We talked about this already, it doesn't matter. One of the Angels has to stay in the spare room." Lucifer seems annoyed. "Does that really have to be? That room… was… I mean you know…it's supposed to stay empty." Beel looks uncertain. For a moment it seems like his gaze is wandering over to you. "I don't wish to hear anything else about this topic." Lucifer sounds angry.

With that, the discussion seems to be over.

  "What are we going to do?" Luke looks uncertain at Simeon. You look at him too.

"I wouldn't mind staying in the house of Lamentation." Simeon is so casual about it that you feel inclined to agree but somehow it doesn't feel right to you. "Maybe we should draw so it's fairer?" You suggest. It only seems fair to you at the moment, at least. "Sure, if you want that. What do you say to this Luke?" Simeon turns to the slightly pale looking Luke. "I'd rather not stay all alone with these demons." Luke sounds nervous. "I thought you were used to Demons by now Luke?" You know that he participated several times in the exchange program. Maybe demons are very scary after all? "Well, for the most part, but they are… umm, quite a handful." Luke gestures towards the group of demons in the room.

  They don't seem particularly scary but looks can deceive.

"I won't force you to participate Luke. So you want to flip a coin or should I just stay with the demons?" Simeon is always looking out for you. You really appreciate it but he can be a bit overprotective at times. You want to be a responsible angel. "Let's flip a coin." You say, a bit more eager than anticipated.

Simeon chuckles. "Alright. Wings or halo?" "Wings." You respond quickly. He nods and flips the coin into the air. It lands on the back of Simeon's hand.

  Wings.

"That means the room is yours. Are you really alright with this?" Simeon seems troubled. "Yes, of course. I mean if they are mean to me I can always come to your room right?" To be honest you aren't sure but you intend to keep your word. "Of course, you can always count on us. ." Simeon assures you with a smile. This makes you feel a little better. "Don't worry I will tell them off if they treat you badly." Luke proclaims, in a rare moment of courage. You smile softly at both of them.

  "So have you decided on what to do?" Diavolo has waited until you are all done talking. "Yes, they will stay in the house of Lamentation." Simeon puts a hand on your shoulder. It feels like he wants to support you. You slightly gulp when the demons turn to you and stare in disbelief. "Are you serious about this?" Belphie shakes his head. "Come on! What the hell are you thinking? Lucifer make them stop!" Mammon desperately pleads with Lucifer. Lucifer's expression is hard to read.

  "Sorry everyone but we decided with a coin toss and that was the outcome." Simeon sounds guilty and you really wonder why they seem so upset about this. "Did I do something to upset them?" You whisper to Simeon. "No, that's not it at all." Simeon wants to explain it better but he lacks the right words. "I guess it can't be helped." Lucifer sounds done with this whole discussion.

The demons all seem very uneasy.

"Would it be better if I sleep on the floor in your room?" You ask Simeon. You don't want these demons to be upset at you.

"That won't be necessary. Just ignore them. You all shut up and move their belongings into their rooms." Lucifer seems very tired right now.

You hear some of them mumble something.

    This will be very difficult but you were chosen for this exchange program and you won't let Simeon or Luke down.

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