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stormz369 · 9 months ago

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The King of Hell and Me: Ch 4 - The Contract

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: A witch summons Lucifer to earth to make a deal. Warnings: none I can think of? This is a generally sweet, fluffy chapter Word Count: 2.3k

Summoning the devil wasn't part of the plan. A demonic creature, yes, but the actual devil? The book didn't say anything about him. I was expecting to be dealing with an imp or some other kind of lower level Hellion. Someone with the power to do what I wanted, but not to completely fuck me over. Someone who'd take something I could spare. Not my soul.

The devil was also far less intimidating than I expected. He was a little on the short side, and far more human than I might have thought. Aside from the six glorious wings at his back, the least human things about him were his teeth and eyes; red and yellow, swirling with confusion and housing an ancient sorrow that seemed buried just below the surface. An unamused, but surprised look finally landed on me, knelt by the edge of the summoning circle. He made to move toward me, but was held in place by the ring of black salt. With a huff, he leaned back against the barrier, crossing his arms and observing me.

“... No one's summoned me to the mortal world in a long time. … You must be desperate.”

“I … I'll be honest, that wasn't supposed to happen, Sir … the book doesn't say anything about …” I fumbled through the book, rereading the spell. There was nothing to indicate who it called upon.

“Sir?” He chuckled, “well, that’s refreshing. Last time I was pulled into a summoning circle, the wretch had the nerve to call me ‘Dark Prince’ the whole time.”

I chuckled a bit awkwardly. “... Well, that's kind of a mouthful. If you don't mind, I think I'll stick with Mr. Morningstar?”

“Lucifer, please … but how did you know?”

“Aside from the snake and apple motifs you've got going on? You have six, very large, feathered wings. I might not be Christian, but I do know what angels are supposed to look like. … Sir.”

After a moment he let out a bark of a laugh, holding his sides. “Oh golly, you're entertaining! Alright, little witch. Whoever you were trying to summon, you've got me. So what deal were you trying to make?”

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Now or never, I guess. “My best friend is ill, and the doctors have given up hope. …”

“You want to trade your soul for your friend's life?” He smiled gently.

“... Does it have to be my soul?”

A strange look passed over his beautiful face, and he considered me for a moment. “... Maybe we can come to another arrangement. … There is something I can't get in Hell, and you did bring me here.”

I nodded slowly, curious what Lucifer himself could possibly want from earth. “Yes?”

“... Only sinners end up in hell. I … I gave Eve that apple for her own benefit. To help her, and her children. So they could be better, be more … more. Not just animals, consumed by their instincts. But I’ve never seen any good come of it …”

“Oh … well that's not at all fair …” I frowned, looking up at him. “Especially considering how much good there is …’’

He cleared his throat, nodding a bit. “Right, so … if you show me some of that good, I'll heal your friend. Do we have a deal?”

“Huh? N- no, I don't just want my friend healed. I want a cure.”

“... Same thing?”

“No, Sir,-”

“Lucifer.”

“... Lucifer, … the doctors don't know how to help her. Which means they don't know how to help anyone else with this illness either. I want my friend healed, but I also want there to be a cure for everyone else.”

A small smile slid across his lips. “... That amount of power will cost quite a bit more … but something tells me you're more than capable of paying the price.”

A crisp white scroll unfurled from his hand, gold ink scrawling across it before my eyes. I carefully took the paper in my hands, reading it carefully.

“... This says you decide when I've held up my side of the deal. How do I know you'll ever decide to pay up?”

He smirked a bit, sharp teeth glinting in the light. “You're a clever one. … Alright, as a show of good faith, I will heal your friend up front. … You earned that much at least.”

With a wave of his hand, the text changed. I reread the document and nodded. “... Thank you. Ok, where do I sign?”

A white feather quill appeared, and Lucifer took it. He tapped the end to his finger, and pulled away a trail of … liquid gold? He signed the bottom with a flourish, then offered me the quill.

“Touch it to the ring finger of your non-dominant hand, it will draw up a small amount of your blood to sign with.” He tapped the paper where I was to sign.

I nodded, taking the quill, and placed it against my finger like he said. There was a brief, sharp, pain and when I pulled the quill away a trail of red followed. My finger appeared uninjured, but hurt like I had pricked it with a sewing needle. I signed where he indicated, and the summoning circle went up in flames, leaving no trace.

Lucifer smiled brightly, rolling up the scroll before he handed it to me. “Your contract, my lady.”

I took it, standing slowly. “... Thank you …”

He snapped his fingers, creating a crackle of energy throughout the room, and grinned. “There’s my side done, for now. So, how shall we start?”

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It took me all afternoon to think on what to start with. While I made tea and thought about it, he entertained himself by looking through my books and movies. His wings disappeared as he sat on my couch, reading the back cover of a book.

“... Is this for entertainment, or documentation?” He held the book up to show me the cover.

“That’s historical fiction, so entertainment based loosely on fact. It's about the wives of Henry the Eighth. … Do you know about them? How much do you know about human history?”

He chuckled. “I do keep apprised of the major headlines up here, but I don't typically bother with anything more. … You derive entertainment out of the suffering of those women?”

I chuckled a bit, setting a teacup in front of him, and sitting on the other side of the couch. “I think most people who read stories about horrible events do so because they don't understand how such things happen. We have a certain … morbid fascination with cruelty. … But I think it's usually also about honoring the dead. … They suffered so horribly, but we remember them. We don't let the bad things that happened to them get swept under the rug.”

He took the tea, watching me. “... I see …. Well, what good is there in that?”

“Ever heard the phrase ‘those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it'?”

“You think remembering their pain will keep it at bay?”

“Something like that … can't avoid pain if you don't know what you're looking out for. Can't protect your loved ones unless you know what you're defending them against.”

He chuckled, sipping his tea. “I see…” He watched me, a curious look on his face. “So, any ideas yet?”

“Well, I was thinking we could start around town. You said it's been a while since you've been on earth?” He nodded, giving me a curious expression. “Then I think we ought to start with a little tour around town, so you can get acclimated. Maybe something will strike your fancy, yeah?”

“... You don't have to do that, you know.” A small frown slid across his face.

“Do what?”

“The tea, taking me on a tour … it's cute, but unnecessary.”

I set my teacup down, raising an eyebrow. “... Cute?”

“Trying to curry favor.” He frowned more.

A sharp laugh ripped out of me, and I covered my mouth. “... I'm sorry. … I'm not trying to ‘curry favor' with you, Lucifer. You're a guest in my home, you should be able to expect some basic hospitality. My grandma always said we should be hospitable to others, cause you never know when it'll make all the difference in their lives.”

He watched me for a moment and chuckled softly. “I don't think your grandmother meant you to be hospitable to the devil, little witch.”

“If my grandma were here right now, she would ask why I haven't set out any cookies. Sadly, I have none to offer you. But I was thinking we could stop for ice cream on our tour. There's a really cute local ice cream parlor, I'd say it definitely counts as something good people have done with free will.”

He blinked slowly. “... You are … not at all what I expected.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

After a brief moment he smirked, standing up. “Where's this ice cream parlor?”

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So I showed Lucifer around my little town. I took him to a playground where he could see happy families together. To a riverbank where my coven picked up litter and people went tubing and swimming. The ice cream parlor, and some other local businesses I liked. I bought him an ice cream cone, and a duck plushie he seemed particularly drawn to. He was hesitant to accept it, but once it was in his hands he held it to his chest, periodically stroking the tuft of fur on its head.

We walked in the sunshine, past schools and libraries. We watched a guitar player in a park, and got tacos from a food truck. And all day, I told him stories of kindness and generosity, big and small. Everything I could think of, from the Christmas truce in World War 1 to my brother's boss giving me free coffees when I pick him up from work. Any act of kindness I had experienced, seen, or heard of became an example of good things that happen because people have free will.

When it started to get late I took him to my favorite place to watch the sunset. He sat beside me, still hugging the duck plushie, and watched the sun dip lower and lower, the sky turning brilliant shades of purple and red.

“So? Any thoughts?” I watched him think for a minute.

“... They're good stories. But there's one problem.”

“What's that?”

“... Most of it wouldn't be necessary if evil weren't so prevalent in the world.”

“... Well, … you can't have good without bad.”

“What?” He frowned, turning to me.

“Without knowing about bad, you wouldn't know about good either. You'd just have … middle. In order to know you like something you have to be able to compare it to something you don't like. Otherwise it would all just be. … Plus, when everything’s going worst is when we notice good things the most. Smaller kindnesses mean more when we're hurting.”

Lucifer looked back at the sunset, thinking. “... Why did you give me the duck?”

I chuckled softly. “You seemed to like it, and I could afford to get it for you. Everyone should get a souvenir when they take a trip.”

“So you weren't trying to get in good with the boss of Hell?”

“Nope.”

“... Even though, by making a deal with me, you have condemned your soul to my realm when you die?”

“Anyone who thinks a duck plushie is going to buy them preferential treatment in hell is an idiot.” He gave me a skeptical look at that. “Lucifer, I swear, I only bought it for you because you seemed to like it.”

He thought for a minute, petting it absentmindedly again. “... You've held up your end of the bargain…”

“... But?”

“... When I finish my end, I go home. I can only be on earth for the time it takes to complete a deal. … I … I really enjoyed today.” As it got dark, his body started to glow with faint gold light. He looked up at the silver stars, and in that moment he seemed so sad, so delicate.

“... You know, I am asking for quite a lot … a cure for everyone with this disease, and all you get in return is some examples of kindness and an afternoon running around my town? … Maybe we could rework the contract.”

His eyes went wide as he turned to look at me. “... What did you have in mind?”

“... Well, you're not bad company. And I had a good day today too. We could do it again, if you wanted.”

Lucifer slowly grinned, and the contract was suddenly floating in front of me. An addendum was added to the bottom. Lucifer would send the necessary information to a doctor for the cure tonight, and once a month for the rest of my life, Lucifer would visit me wherever I was on earth. I would tell him more stories that showed what good has come of free will, and show him the good parts of life on earth.

I grinned, taking the quill that floated next to the scroll, and held it to my ring finger. A sharp pain later, I was signing at the bottom. Lucifer signed next to my name, his hand slightly shaking. “Alright … I'll see you again in one month then.”

I nodded. “I'm free on the third, if that works for you?”

He nodded. “The third. It's a date.”

With a snap of his fingers he was gone, and I knew some medical researcher somewhere was having the epiphany that would lead to the cure. In the meantime, I had a date with the devil to plan.

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yulen-the-ghost · 8 months ago

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I just had the idea of a ghost Xie Lian au.

This would develop in the present, however before Xie Lian's 3rd ascension. (Meaning that instead of a god, he's a ghost).

He is known as the "Pristine mist of misfortune" or "the scrap ghost", whose tears become mist that will bring you bad luck. After wandering the world for years, he arrives at the ghost city and meets Hua Cheng. He is filled with a bittersweet feeling because of the joy of meeting Xie Lian, and the pain of knowing he's a ghost.

TGCF spoilers ahead.

First of all: Can Xie Lian even turn into a ghost? I guess so. Inside the Kiln, White No-Face wanted him to turn into the ghost king, so I guess he can do that.

We know that there are several moments where Xie Lian 'died'.

When the second wave of the human face disease came, Wu Ming sacrificed himself, something Xie Lian would forever regret and remember, one reason why he might have decided to keep being a good person.

However, he considers himself a person unworthy of living, someone bad and disgusting. After what happened at the gilded banquet, he was 'murdered'.

Maybe his body won't die, but his soul gave up. As a ghost, his reason to keep living is, to his perception 'to pay for his crimes with his suffering'. The more hurt he feels, the more powerful he actually is.

Maybe in his spirit form, RuoYe still accompanies him.

Also, his habilites as a ghost include making himself invisible, levitating in the air, and releasing misfortune on others.

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After years of wandering, he accidentally ends up in the Ghost City. Obviously he is not well received by the other ghosts at the beginning, but once inside the city, how would Hua Cheng, lord of the city not notice his presence?

After saving him from other ghosts, Xie Lian is ashamed to try to leave without paying in return.

He considers this attractive red king someone worthy of praise, but Hua Cheng is EXTREMELY uncomfortable with that.

Xie Lian admires this person, but even with his lips curled up, Hua Cheng's gaze reveals a hint of sorrow and melancholy he doesn't understand. (Obviously he's upset he's dead).

This is why he asks his good ol' friend Black Water to pretend to attack his city so he could use Xie Lian's help. Once he saves the city, Hua Cheng starts praising him instead.

Xie Lian doesn't want him to be so formal, so Hua Cheng asks the same in return. This is how their "Gege" "San Lang" relationship begins!!

Shi Qingxuan shows up with Lang Qingqiu for the investigation like the original version btw.

The bride kidnapping thing still happened; Feng Xing and Mu Qing investigate and discover the relation of the case to the green ghost.

At some point, Qi Rong makes his appearance from Xie Lian's side (also revealing his past). "Oh so you were the Crown Prince!!" Pretends Hua Cheng.

After the mess is mostly cleared up, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are ready to leave.

But as they are exiting the place, in one of the caves, Feng Xing, Mu Qing and Xie Lian find each other.

He tried to pretend not knowing anything, but it was too late.

Mu Qing "..."

Feng Xing "...your highness?"

"Why are you with Blood Rain Tanhua?"

"Are you..." A ghost? Dead? You don't ask those things so directly!!

Xie Lian feels dread and turns invisible with his ghost skill. He runs away and Hua Cheng, afraid to lose him again, chases after him.

Not going to elaborate much more, but I wanted to know what do you guys think 👀

#天官赐福 #花城 #xie lian #wu ming #tian guan ci fu #au #concept #fanfic #mxtx tgcf #mxtx #hua cheng #ghost xie lian concept #spoiler alert #writing

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jacklust · 11 months ago

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Canned Treasure

By: Arazona

(To start off the book there’s going to be multiple perspectives to give the full story but by the end it’s going to just be Jack and Wanderlust)

Chapter 1

The Danceverces

Party’s were never Sara’s thing. She would go to them just to dance. Maybe hang out with a few people but she mostly liked to keep to herself. One night she had once again crushed everyone in dancing and began to feel like this wasn’t enough. She knew all the dances and moves so much that she could practically do them in her sleep. Then it’s as if her fantasies came to life. The coach she had been following had reached his hand out through the screen. At first Sara was sure it was just her imagination until he spoke

“Are you going to take my hand or not?”

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked taken aback at the situation

“Me? I’m Wanderlust. Like the coach. Now listen to me. Your an amazing dancer and I need your help. We are under attack from a powerful dark force and the only way to stop her is to create an army more powerful than hers. I need your help.” Wanderlust said with worry and sorrow in his voice. As much as Sara wanted to believe him, she didn’t understand why she had been chosen. She wasn’t all that great and was a human.

“Me? How am I supposed to help?” Just as she was asking that the little disco ball that had fallen to the floor came to life and flew to her. She looked around the room and no one noticed what she was seeing. She began to wonder if they could even see it.

“See? Dicsoball chose you. We need you. Please,” Wanderlusts final plea had been revived, and Sara answered. She took his hand and felt her body be sucked into an alternate reality; if the term reality could even be used. When she landed she was on a beach.

“Care for a little tour before we go find the next to join?” Wanderlust asked. Sara knew there was only one right answer

“I thought u were trying to imply that we didn’t have much time” Sara joked

“Well… we have enough to take you on a tour. Come on, let me show you around.” The music began playing and Sara dent the groove move her and she was dancing like crazy! She didn’t really know what she was doing but she was doing it. Her and Wanderlust went to space and glaciers and trains and more. When the song ended they were back at a beach but a different one. More people had joined the dance and everyone was laughing and smiling. That’s when Sara began to notice all the things that chanced about her. Her hair was in space buns and was a bright blue. She had on a green crop top with a yellow jacket. She also had a blue and green skirt. This is when the reality settled in. She had become a coach. She skin was pearly white and she had little freckles. Wanderlust looked the same though. Bright blue skin with a long braid and crown. As well as a red shirt, blue jacket and purple shorts. His whole outfit was regal as he was a prince. His parents were the king and queen. Their names were The Traveler and Si’ha Nova.

Wanderlust came up to her and gave her a high five and said “not all that bad, right?”

“No I guess not. Honestly that was really fun. Thank you,”

“No problem—” just as Wanderlust was finishing his sentence, the sky became dark and a large shadow figure appeared in the sky. She looked like a dark bird of some sort. She had a black dress with pink and red accents in places. Then dark forces of energy came. They looked like snakes on the ground. They slithered quickly and grabbed the other coaches. Now Sara was standing there in shock.

“Oh shit no…” Wanderlust began

“What… why… who the fuck was that?” Sara asked, stunned at what she had just witnessed.

“That? She’s who we’re fighting. Her name is Night Swan. She wants to take over the danceverses for herself. As the prince, it’s my job to protect them. There’s not a lot danceverses but each one of them deserves to be saved. Although would you consider like I don’t know maybe… a hundred thousand to be a lot? Because that’s how many I’m guessing there are,” Wnaderlust explained

“I have so many questions. One this Night Sean character. She’s the enemy? She looked like a princess,” Sara remarked out of fear

“Well technically she’s a queen and did you not see her take the other coaches? She’s powerful!” Wanderlust said

“Ok next question so all the places you took me… they were danceverses?” Sara asked

“Yes,” Wanderlust said

“Ok… so yes one hundred thousand is a lot. And a lot to protect. How are we supposed to do it as just the two of us?” Sara asked

“Well… that’s actually the easiest part of all of this. I can make a portal and we can travel. And if we want to win we’re gonna need more people. What do you say,” At Wanderlusts question, Sara thought for a while. The pondered what might happen if she said no. A whole other world might come crumbling down. But he also didn’t really need her, he could evidently get more people to join his cause. But there was also another what if. What if she chose to take his hand again and take the risk of losing her life to help others. What if this was all some sick prank or a dream. Sara knew she had little time to make a decision.

Did she even care? Well of course she did but she was scared. What did the future hold? What if by taking his hand that she could no longer be in the human world. Then she could never see her friends again. What if by now they are worried because she has yet to show up again. Or perhaps she would no longer be able to come back here. Sure she had lived like that for most of her life, but she had now made friends and it was fun and nice here. Aside from the Night Swan, everything was happy and calm.

She had decided. She wanted to be able to come back here. Sure, she didn’t know many people but she would soon. She wanted to make sure she had an opportunity to come back and visit.

She took his hand with a nod and with a flick of his wrist a portal appeared and Sara and Wanderlust were off to find someone else to help the cause.

#wanderrose #jacklust #just dance #fanfic #jack rose x wanderlust #jack rose just dance #wanderlust

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year ago

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Honest - a Malevolent fic

Hastur knows Larson is a problem. He also knows, thanks to Kayne, he is constrained in how to handle him.

Fortunately, Hastur has dealt with this kind of man before. It's time to give Wallace Larson some... new motivation.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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Almost through another breakfast, almost ready for court, for listening, for trying again to put the pieces together in a way that made sense, and—

“Wallace Larson.”

Larson froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. He had not gotten used to the god’s voice (or to any of them, these beings with the enviable power to squash humans like gnats). He’d bided his time, been polite, put up with disrespect from the unworthy, and still wasn’t prepared to be addressed.

The nasty, spicy thing on his fork fell to the plate with a splat (that girl had horrible taste in food), and he cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his teeth to be sure nothing stuck there before speaking. “Yes, my lord?”

“Walk with me,” rumbled the eons-old being, his robe gleaming too brightly to clearly see, everything around him warping with power like summer air above a hot road. And he left the table.

Larson ignored the looks the others gave him as he left (well-aware it was the fucking Prince in Yellow who glared through those eyes) and followed.

So complicated, that whole thing. He’d believed Yellow—that John did not exist. Well, guess what? Guess the fuck what, Yellow? Wrong again.

The god kept his pace to Larson’s, which was appreciated; running wouldn’t be dignified, and he was being seen with the Lord of Carcosa. This was important. Back straight, chin raised, he strode with purpose as if he knew where they were going.

He didn’t know, though, and was surprised to find they were going to a balcony.

It was wide enough for the god’s bulk, overlooking the water gardens. They both entered, and the King sealed the door behind them.

Oh. A private conversation. Oh.

Larson swallowed around the thickening fear in his throat and knelt. “My lord, what would you have of me?”

“Honesty.”

Eh?

That could mean a million things, and none of them were good. “Of course, my lord, oh great one, oh Dweller in the De—”

“No.” One tentacle lifted Larson’s chin, and this was a grip. It wasn’t hurting him, but the threat was clear. “No masks. No pretty words. No hidden thoughts and cleverness. I want complete honesty, Wallace, and this is your only remaining chance to give it.”

This had gone from zero to sixty really damn fast. The buzz of adrenaline slid under his skin as his heart sped up. “What? I… of course, I…”

The sigh was heavy and not good, and the King did not let go. “I understand you, Wallace Larson. Perhaps you think I don’t? Perhaps whatever beings you dealt with before didn’t care if you lied, but I do. I’m disappointed you didn’t come forward on your own, Wallace. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize the chant your people were using when Yellow was taken from you?”

Oh, fuck.

Larson went stiff as a board.

So this was terror (and not too dissimilar to the first time he summoned something horrid). That fucking piece of a god had remembered the chant, and Larson was caught.

He’d thought, after so much time passed, that maybe he’d gotten away with it. No. The god was going to destroy him. It was over. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t fight.

He didn’t want to suffer. His eyes watered, his mouth worked, but nothing came out.

“You have no answer?” said the god of this place, sounding amused. “I will remind you that while I have to keep you, I don’t have to keep you well.”

Skinned. On fire. Broken. Worse. Whatever had been done to Arthur Lester.

Larson’s breath came fast. No masks. No pretty words. Was it an out? Was it just wanting him to dance for amusement before the pain began? “I… I didn’t realize he’d remember it, sir.”

“Better. But you can do better still.” The King still hadn’t let go, hadn’t permitted a loss of eye contact.

What did he want, a fucking confession?

Maybe he did. And maybe if he got it, and Larson kept giving it, the torture would be delayed. “I…” Larson’s throat tightened. “Yes. I was going to use him to achieve my goal. To trade him for my own deification.”

“There. Was that so hard?” The King did not release Larson’s face.

Well, if he wanted honesty… “Of course it was,” Larson said, desperately clinging to the rope he’d been thrown. “I didn’t want you to know. I thought you’d punish me for it. What are you gonna do to me now?”

“That depends on what you do next.”

This was hell. The tension. The horrible anticipation. His bladder wanted to let go. “Next, your lordship?” The sickening feeling of being caught—

“Here is your new, personal rule, Wallace Larson, just for you: no more lies to me. Ever. That includes clever omissions of salient facts. I know you. I know you down to the cellular structure that determined the color of your hair. You will not be given a third chance. Do you understand?” The grip tightened.

Larson couldn’t stop shaking. “Yes. I understand. I understand. Please.”

“Now comes your first choice: I command you to speak your mind.”

Larson stared. His mind? The thing flooded with panic and drowning? He had no idea what the King meant. “What?”

The King sighed as if Larson was taxing his patience. “I could simply answer your questions, your challenges, your complaints. I already know them; but that won’t help you, will it? You might walk away thinking you’re hiding things from me, and that will not end well for you.”

Oh, gods. Oh. “I…”

“Speak. Your. Mind.” With every word, the balcony groaned and trembled, and the air seemed to flicker with colors as though the King’s impatience was changing its very chemistry.

Larson almost groaned, too. “Yes! Yes, I… I’m trying. I…” He scrambled for anything. “I don’t understand what you’re doing in the Dreamlands. You’re gone every night. There’s rumor you’re conquering things, making deals.”

“A good start.” The grip grew slightly less tight. “The answer is simple: I love my daughter, Wallace.”

“His daughter.” Larson didn’t dare sit on that. Not now.

“Yes.”

“Forgive me, oh glorious one, but I don’t understand.”

“I love her. Perhaps you remember what that was like, long ago, to love your daughter.”

“Of course, great—”

The grip tightened.

Larson choked to a stop.

“Do not give me the line,” said Hastur, “about how your love made it a good sacrifice.”

The god was reading his mind. He had no way out. Larson’s breath came quick and short and wet.

“Think back,” rumbled the god, and his voice penetrated, slid through Larson’s thoughts like oil—and just like oil, opened locks long rusted shut. “Far back to when you were unaware of powers. Before tragedy. When you were a different man. When she was small, and trusted you; remember how you loved her.”

And in that moment, he remembered. It wasn’t a choice.

The feel, completely different, just being a human, with an expected lifespan, with ordinary concerns and joys, crouching down, arms out, calling Addie as she ran into his arms, and the sunlight smell of her, and her tickly-soft hair, and—

He didn’t want this. This hurt. It hurt badly. “I… I remember,” and he couldn’t push it back, the memory, the feel like an old suit once perfectly fitted.

“Remember.”

“I remember!”

“Remember loving her like that… and now, imagine being me.”

The fullness of that billowed into him like smoke, a dichotomy, an impossibility, a knowing.

“What would you have done for her?” said the King.

“I’d have given her the world,” said Larson without thinking, because back then, it had been true, and the moment he spoke, the penny dropped. “You’re… doing all that for her?”

“Yes.”

"What? But that’s… Why do all of this? Why don’t you just make her a god?”

The King drew back slightly, though he did not let go of Larson’s face. “I would never.”

So that wasn’t the expected response.

Larson couldn’t figure out why. Jealousy? No, that was stupid. Losing control of the kid? No, that made no sense, either; even elevated, she’d be nowhere near the power of a Great Old One. “Why not, oh Golden One?”

“Because the price for deification is terrible and high, and I will not extract it from her. I’ve never known a human deified who was glad it happened. They are the wrong shape.”

No. No. That couldn’t be true. No. “But—”

“I know that’s your goal. I know you, Wallace Larson.”

It could not be true. Larson laughed, suddenly and brokenly. “After everything I’ve done, you’re telling me—”

“You would hate it in the end.”

Larson stared. The air seemed thin. “Kuranes sure as fuck doesn’t.”

“He does. He is less than he was. He dearly misses all he once felt; the extreme edges of emotion are lost to him. He’d tell you, if you asked; he creates beauty, but cannot enjoy it as he did. He weaves his city of dreams, but cannot dream more, or anything different. The human soul does not fit into godhood; it is damaged, no matter how good the outcome. So, I will never do that to my daughter, whom I love.”

This was…

No. No! Bullshit. Couldn’t be. (But why would the King lie?) That couldn’t be. Could not be! (How could it be?) Larson would have learned by now, heard by now, someone would have said it by now before he’d—

The King in Yellow sighed. “Find power other ways. Godhood does not fit.”

“And supposin’ I can make it fit?” said Larson through his teeth.

“If you took a frog, sewed it, living, to an ankle, and shoved it into a shoe, it would effectively be a foot… but would it enjoy the process?”

Too much. It was too much. Larson squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then had to wipe leaking moisture. “That’s…” He took a breath. “That can’t be true.”

“It is. You don’t know what you’re seeking. It isn’t godhood, Wallace.”

“No one, no book, no spirit I’ve ever chased down has said this to me,” Larson snarled.

“Of course not. As long as you thought that goal was in sight, you’d give them anything, wouldn’t you?”

Yes, he would. So. So, he’d been played?

If. If. If the King was right, he’d been played.

Anger didn’t mix well with all the other things he was feeling (lingering thoughts, forced remembrance of love and innocence, cracking something in there), and he suddenly felt like he might throw up.

The King wasn’t done. “Speak your complaint.”

Larson was in no condition to filter his words now. “Why am I the only one who isn’t treated with kid gloves at our meals?”

“The short answer is they lack your ambition.”

Larson stared at him. “What in hell does that mean?”

“My daughter, I love. You understand that. Her treatment should be no wonder.”

“Sure.”

“Arthur is not an issue to you. I tortured him for years, Wallace. I grew fond of him in the process. His only ambition is to survive and see his child cared for. Should I be overtly cruel to him now, he will shatter beyond repair, and I do not want that.”

That… sort of made sense.

Larson’d had victims he really grew to enjoy hurting; victims he was even sad about when they died. He could sort of grasp that. “And John?”

“How I choose to heal him. Arthur needs John to survive.”

Fine. Pragmatic. He could accept that. “And the thief?”

“Parker’s only goal is to leave.”

“He has a piece of you, and he’s not in need of a damn crutch.”

“Your ambition is complex. It makes you dangerous, slippery, tricky. Parker’s is so simple that I believe you’ve misunderstood it,” said the King. “He is driven just as much as you—but his path is straightforward. He will never sacrifice the piece of me he has. Sunny, who requires safety, a cocoon, is safe with him. We both know he is not safe with you.”

Fuck. He was never getting Yellow back.

So Arthur was special (cried pretty, or something), and off-limits, and had a piece of the god to keep him from collapsing like a boneless rag. Parker was fucking gifted Yellow for the simple reason that he wouldn’t hurt him—and reluctantly, Larson could see why. It was all so damned practical. “Why are you presenting Lester and John that way in court?”

“It’s part of my plan to rebuild Arthur. Public humiliation was a frequent part of his torture.”

Oh, gods. Larson would do anything to avoid that man’s fate. “All right. I… all right.” He swallowed. “I suppose you want me to stop trying to make nice to them.”

“No, I would advise you continue—even knowing you may get nowhere. You’re the devil in both their stories, Wallace. The chances of you making things better are slim; but the chances are high you can make them worse, and I would not advise you do that. I care deeply for Arthur, now—and I like Parker’s simple, straightforward self. You very nearly sacrificed part of me for your own goals. You are the one who needs to earn my favor, Wallace Larson. I’m giving you that chance, though you hardly deserve it.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I don’t know what to do from here.”

“Let’s talk short-term: I am sending you to Earth to wrap up your affairs there. To expedite. You will share your contact information, and paperwork, and banks. Whatever is needed. Land assessors, whatever. I’d rather this not take months.”

Larson straightened. “What? You changed your mind?”

“Sometimes, I do. I will be sending you to your office with my servants, and let me be clear: anything you wish to bring back, you will give to them. You will bring no weapons. No spells. Nothing you could use in anger. Anything you want to save, they will bring. If you so much as slip a pebble into your pocket, I will know, and what I’ve done to Arthur Lester will pale compared to what I do to you.”

It wasn't fair. “Why?” whispered Larson. “Why do I get so much more heat?”

“Because you bring so much more ambition. Do you think I don’t know you scheme daily? You've raised your own bar, and so must strain to vault over it.”

Larson couldn’t breathe around the lump in his throat.

“Rein. It. In,” said the King. “Are we clear?”

“Yes.” It was a final chance. He knew that, knew it down to his bones. “Thank you for your mercy.”

“They’ll come for you in an hour. Do not fail me.” And the King just… left.

Just left.

Larson turned and leaned on the balustrade, shaking like teeth in a bag, breathing as if he’d run hard, sweating through his clothes.

That fucking… remembering. He couldn’t seem to shake it, the feel of who he once was, fitting him still like a forgotten suit.

Would’ve given her the world. Instead, he’d taken hers, and it was worth it. It was worth it!

But.

Fuck.

He’d dried his eyes by the time they came for him, though he knew his face was red. The burning, sickening twist in his heart remained. He couldn’t seem to get that lock shut again, couldn’t seem to get that damn door closed.

He would fix it himself. Someday, when he became a god, he’d—

What the King had said was a lie. Had to be. It had to be.

He’d already given so much.

He followed the servants through the portal and left Carcosa behind, and was immediately shocked at how nasty his home smelled (just human scents, old sweat, completely ordinary things, but he’d gotten used to Dreamlands air). He hurried to end his business in his old world so he could return to the new one and find a way to his goal.

It had to be a lie. If it was not…

That ought to keep the little maggot busy for a while.

Hastur didn’t know the details of Larson’s past; he didn’t have to. He knew this kind of man all too well: fear and self-preservation always trumped everything else. For now, this would keep Larson in line. For now, these answers would keep him satisfied.

He dared not lock Larson away, or torture him. Kayne had been so damn vague: Can’t kill them. Can’t send them away. You’re smart. You get the idea. What the hell did that even mean? Entertainment from this character meant Hastur couldn’t just remove him. Damn it.

This would only work for a while, anyway, until the raw terror of being caught faded. Hopefully, it would be long enough. At the end of six years, Sunny could eat him, for all Hastur cared.

For now, it would have to do. There was no time for anything else.

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #surrogate series #wallace larson #kiy malevolent #hastur malevolent

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moonswolfie · 1 year ago

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I see, clearly.

fairy prince!Tsukishima x gn!reader

It's my first time writing something fantasy-related like this, I hope I do well (。﹏。*)

Also this isn't super faithful to faerie/fae folklore so I'm sorry, I made my own fairy lore for this universe

Also yes, this is inspired by DR STONE in case you were wondering, if you've seen the show you'll know what I'm talking about

It's been about a year since you've gained a new roommate. Roommate would be an understatement for what he is, actually. A big understatement.

Somehow, you ended up having to share your house with a fairy prince. And he isn't some crazy insane asylum escapee, either. Judging by the pair of reflective wings on his back, he's the real deal. Not to mention his complete lack of knowledge about things from the human world.

You have been dragged into his plans of returning to the fairy realm against your will, so it was safe to say your life became a lot more interesting since last year. Honestly, you still have trouble believing that Tsukishima is actually real. You always have the urge to touch his wings, even if you know they're real. But he gets annoyed if you try, so you don't do it.

Your eyes were on those very wings as he took the leftovers out of the microwave and sat on the floor next to you.

"You know what?" you asked, looking down at him from your chair as you swallowed a piece of the leftovers. He only glanced at you with annoyance, continuing to eat silently.

Whoops, you forgot that he never talks to you during mealtime. You guess it's a fairy thing. So the two of you just finished the meal in silence before attempting to start a conversation again.

"I've been wondering something." you said as you flopped down on the couch, him sitting down on the floor in front of it. He gave you a hum to assure you he was listening.

"Why do you always narrow your eyes like that when you look at me?" you asked.

"Like what?" he looked back at you, eyes squinting together instantly. "Like that." you said, pointing at his awfully pretty face. At that, his eyes immediately relaxed, a slightly surprised expression on his face. Did he not realise he was doing that all this time?

"Come to think of it, you always ask me to read things for you." you said. "Because I can't read your human language." his sarcastic reply made you furrow your brows in annoyance. He was right, though.

"Well- that doesn't explain why you struggle with identifying objects that even you should know. Or when you ask me if I'm upset every time I speak quietly." you recalled all the times he asked you what an item in your hand is when you showed it to him and the times he squinted his eyes really hard when you spoke quietly.

"I can't help it." he sighed, looking to the ground.

"What do you mean?"

"I have this disease." he started, and you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "It's an incurable disease and I've had it since birth. It's common in the fairy realm."

After a short pause, he continued. "It's called the blurry eye disease, and it makes my vision constantly blurry. Creative name, I know."

Silence filled the room, soon followed by your laughter. He looked back up at you, offended. "It's rude to laugh at a sick person, you insensitive little prick."

"Oh my god- Hahahahaha! Tsukishima, you just have bad eyesight." all these confusing little things he did suddenly made sense, and to think it was something like bad eyesight. The thought of "blurry eye disease" made you crack up.

"...What?" he seemed confused.

"This isn't a disease. Some people- or well, fairies, are just born with bad eyes like you or lose their eyesight overtime." you explained, giggling a little.

"Then what do you humans do about it?" he said, figuring out by your casual attitude that humans have a solution for this issue.

"We get glasses." you smiled.

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"That is... so stupid." Tsukishima huffed a laugh when you explained what he was going to be doing to obtain glasses.

"Do you want to see properly or not?" you said, annoyed, but you already scheduled the optometrist appointment so it's not like you could turn back now anyways.

He didn't answer, a sign of victory for you. You parked your car outside the office. Tsukishima looked as uncomfortable as ever, probably because he had to hide his wings by putting clothes over them.

But you did notice an unusual glow in his eyes. He almost looked...excited. And who could blame him? A "disease" deemed incurable turns out to have a cure in another world? That's awesome!

You stepped out of the car and entered the office, telling the receptionist about the appointment and filling out the forms. You requested to be with Tsukishima during the appointment, just in case.

Soon you were called in, and Tsukishima was questioned about his vision.

"So you've never had glasses in your life despite your vision being bad since birth?" the optometrist questioned, looking perplexed.

"He grew up in very.... different circumstances." you quickly explained, placing a hand on Tsukishima's shoulder. The optometrist continued, although still a little confused.

The optometrist shone a light into his eyes, made him follow her finger, made him guess which way the circle's hole is facing while covering one of his eyes,... You thanked god internally that it was that kind of eye test instead of guessing letters and numbers.

She did however make him do the standard color blindness test with numbers which Tsukishima couldn't read so you awkwardly explained he can't do so. The optometrist gave you the weirdest stare which you can hardly blame her for, honestly.

After a bunch more tests and testing out lenses, the test was finally over and the optometrist lead you to a selection of frames, leaving the two of you alone to pick.

Tsukishima didn't say anything but you could tell he was tired out by all the proding and lights shining in his eyes. You didn't really think about it before, but this was the first time he ever had any kind of human doctor appointment so it must've been overwhelming.

"There, let's see which frames fit you the most." you picked out a pair, handing it to him. He took them out of your hands and inspected them.

"You... You gotta put it on."

"How was I supposed to know that?" he replied, scowling and putting the frames close to his face. He had no idea how, didn't he? You sighed, gently taking the frames out of his hands and putting them on.

He looked at you annoyed, as if you insulted his intelect by doing so, but still asked "...How do I look?" You inspected him, taking the frames off with an unhappy look on your face.

"They're too big. They don't match you." you took out another pair, this time he snatched them out of your hands, putting the frames on himself.

"Nah, they're weird looking on you."

After 3 more pairs, he silently asked about your opinion on the frames on his head by slightly raising his brow.

"Perfect!" you said, smiling and giving a thumbs up. He looked really good with glasses, actually. You blushed a little, looking at his face with a smile.

Soon, Tsukishima was being handed his first pair of glasses to try on.

He took them in his hands, slowly placing them on and then blinking a couple of times. He looked strange at this moment, having a childlike wonder in his eyes. You've never seen him act like this before.

He looked around the office, and then his eyes landed on you. He looked at you head to toe, his face transforming into an evil smirk all of a sudden. "You look even more idiotic than I thought."

"HEY! I didn't go through the trouble of getting you glasses just so you could insult me!" you said, offended. But what were you expecting with someone like Tsukishima, anyways?

"The truth is the truth." he shrugged. You huffed.

"Let's just go home." you grumbled, walking out the office and him following closely behind. As you sat in the car and drove home, he stared out the window.

He was in awe of how the world looked. It was so in focus. So sharp.

He was really happy you did this for him, even if he didn't want to admit it. He was going to make you the most beautiful flower crown when he gets the chance, he thought.

Let's ignore that the eye exam portion is most likely innacurate, okay? ⚆_⚆

He couldn't help but blush when thinking of you in a flower crown. You were more beautiful than he could have ever thought.

Also yes, the fact he's annoyed because of clothes over his wings does imply he's usually shirtless so do with that what you will

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu x reader #x reader #fluff #fantasy au #fairy au #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukki #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima x y/n

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years ago

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Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease?

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up.

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?”

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled.

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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sinnoman · 3 years ago

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Letting Diavolo Go To The Human World Is The Same As Letting The Pigeon Drive The Bus… Do Not Do It!

tw: cursing. also, minus luke.

The Demon Prince’s fascination of the human world wasn’t a new thing to you. However, it did surprise you how much he did not know of the customs and cultures humans had. He’s centuries older than you can imagine and he’s never impulsively gone up there before?

When you asked him about it, he gave you wide grin. “I’ve only gone up there for conferences and meetings. I’ve never gone up there simply to have fun. I have so much work and it takes up too much time.”

You frowned a little disheartened that Diavolo hasn’t been able to experience or enjoy a trip to the human world without it being work related. You were about to suggest a proposition as Barbatos added on, “Speaking of conferences, your four o’clock meeting is about to start in ten minutes, Young Master.”

The bright smile on Diavolo’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry, MC, our weekly tea has to be cut a little short.” You reassured him it was no problem as he got up from his seat and walked you to the door. He told Barbatos to escort you to the House of Lamentation. The minute Diavolo was out of earshot, Barbatos leaned towards your ear with a strained smile on his face.

“The Young Master is able to do what he wants. However, no matter what he does, do not let him go to the Human World by himself and with no motive.”

You didn’t understand why Diavolo wasn’t allowed to go up there without being supervised. He was a grown man and the literal Future King of Hell. Surely, he could take care of himself. So a few days later you asked him if the two of you could to the Human World together and he agreed. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, you were wrong. You were so wrong!

It’s been less than twenty-four hours and now the both of you are sitting in a jail cell. Your left hand was sticky, your clothes were damp with rainwater and you were sure the guard kept eyeing you up and down as if you were insane. Diavolo sat next to you with a guilty look on his face. He mouthed a “sorry” at you, making you giggle while tearing up at the predicament you both were in. He could only laugh with you as you laugh and cry at the same time.

When the guard had told you were allowed one phone call (courtesy to Diavolo for compelling him to do so) you immediately headed towards the jail phone and punched in the number. You were a little surprised that the Devildom phone numbers worked but you didn’t really dwell on the thought.

You just hoped the person you called would bail the both of you out.

LUCIFER

Sigh…

Someone get him five shots.

When you called Lucifer to tell him that you and Diavolo went to the Human World for a day trip, he was hoping you were going to ask him if he wanted anything before the both of you came back.

What he wasn’t expecting was (in less than 24 hours) for you to tell him not only have the both of you created an unnatural phenomenon, you managed to commit three felons, crashed a car that neither of you have a license to drive and managed to get caught of all things.

When you told him that you got arrested he was debating on letting you go to prison so you could learn your lesson. Then he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back and started choking on his wine.

How in the three realms did Diavolo managed to get arrested? And how did you (the one he thought was as responsible as him) allow this to happen? What do you mean you let Diavolo drive the car? He has a butler for a reason, MC, obviously hE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE—

Was about to lecture you about the danger you put yourself (Diavolo) in and what the consequences when he heard Diavolo’s, “I don’t want to go back.”

Immediately gathers everyone to go and pick you both up. Has the bail money ready to go, makes sure he thinks of everything that can go wrong and gives it a solution and prepares to drag Diavolo out that jail cell himself.

When he gets there he gives you a glare that could soil cheese in 2.5 seconds.

When he goes to bail you both and the guard tells him you both can’t be released tonight, he snaps. Immediately threatens the guards with the unholiest torture threats you’ve ever heard. The guard ends up caring a little less about his job and a little more about his life and let’s you both go.

Diavolo doesn’t leave the cell. Father help him, his patience is running thin.

The next two hours is just him, Barbatos and Diavolo arguing.

“Young Master, for the last time. Get out the cell.” “NO!” “Can we just leave him—” “Quiet, Belphegor! We cannot leave him. Lord Diavolo GET OUT THE CELL!”

MAMMON

Impressed but at the same time mostly concerned.

When you told him what happened, his face started to get paler with each word. How did the two of you manage to do all this in less than a day? And here he thought he was a troublemaker…

Then the words finally process in his head. “Ya got in a car crash?! Human what we’re ya thinkin’? What if ya died? I don’t care who was drivin’ I’m never letting ya near a car again!”

Looking and thinking for someway to profit off of this. Then realizes, as the appointed human watcher, if Lucifer found out that he let you get arrested ON TOP of Diavolo being there with you while he made money off of it, his head would be ripped off.

In a state of fear in panic for both his life and yours, he goes to pick you both up alone.

It’s not his first time encountering the police. He’s been arrested before for illegal gambles, dealing, fights and such its not hard to guess what for. He will tell you though that he’s actually not the first brother to get arrested.

When he gets there the first thing he does is rush to you and make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t really care that Diavolo is there too. He just has to make sure that you are okay. All human parts are intact? Okay. Good. Let’s go.

Then the guard tells him that he can’t let you both leave yet because you need to be trialed.

Uh oh. Frustrated Mammon is here.

Immediately starts arguing with the guard. He gets so angry he’s about to start throwing punches. That’s until the guards throws a handcuff on him and shoves him in the cell with you.

He gets a phone call too, though.

You tell him to call Lucifer or Barbatos and then Diavolo tells him not to call either of them because he really doesn’t want to go back. Suddenly, Diavolo and him are best friends.

You command him to call Lucifer though and he bites his lip. The ringing of the jail phone has his heart pounding. When the phone connects, the words spill and he mentally cursing at you.

Long story short, Lucifer is the one that gets you both out and leaves Mammon there.

LEVIATHAN

Immediately asks you why you called him of all people. Doesn’t hesitate to try and refer you to someone else.

Then immediately remembers it’s like that this is exactly like that one anime where the—

When you told him why you got arrested he got extremely nervous, ESPECIALLY when he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back correcting you when you left a detail or two out. Not because he’s of the intensity of the crimes but, because he knew Lucifer would absolutely strangle you.

Is already panicking and looking for a solution. Is trying to remember what his brothers had done when he got arrested. (Spoiler Alert! He was the first brother out of all of them to get arrested. He punched a child in the face at an anime convention. The kid snitched and told his mom, cough cough, little shit, cough cough. Does he regret it? Nope! In his opinion, the kid deserved it.)

He voices his anger when he realizes that he has to use manga money to bail you both out. How could you do this to him? He thought you were his Henry. Turns out you’re just a fish…

He blogs and video records the minute he gets up there. It’s going to go viral, he just knows it. Then he gets a message from Lucifer with a smiley face and a link to his blog and he’s panicking. He has to get you two out of there. NOW!

Simply just throws money at the guard, not really caring if you two can’t leave just yet. He’s getting you two out of there one way or another before Lucifer gets here. Listen MC he doesn’t care that he’s making things worse, he refuses to die without having his 93849281849th Ruri-Chan marathon.

Then the dilemma of Diavolo not wanting to leave hits him and his patience is running thin. Why of all people did you have to get arrested with the person needed most in the Devildom?

It becomes too late when he finally manages to start convincing Diavolo to come back home. Lucifer walks through the door.

And Levi summons Lotan.

SATAN

Mr. Agent of Chaos #1 is so proud and impressed with you.

Don’t get him wrong, he was worried about you. Getting arrested and caught for your crimes is a big deal. Yet, you managed to commit three felonies before you got caught? Love, he’s invested.

He has so many questions for you. What felonies did you commit? What was your favorite felony? How’d you get caught? What do you think was the first mistake you made that got you behind bars? If you could do this all over again do you think you would get caught? Here, let him get a pen and paper so you can tell him every little detail of what happened so he can make it fool proof for you.

Then, he here’s Diavolo say he’d be glad to provide the details of what happened and now he realizes what the big issue is.

Oh he can’t wait to hold this against Lucifer’s head. Wait, let him go tell Belphie!

He has everything prepared and is ready to bail you out. You knew he was reliable.

If you see him take a picture of the two of you curled up together in the cell. It’s for research purposes. Totally not for Belphie and him to hold against Lucifer. You can’t tell him to delete it, his printer is already making hundreds of copies.

Turns out Satan isn’t as reliable as you thought. This is because five minutes and a broken desk later, he’s thrown in cell too.

He knows he should get a call too but the guard doesn’t tell him he gets one. Starts cursing so quickly you can’t even make out the words he’s saying.

When Diavolo tells him it might be better that he doesn’t get a phone call, it clicks in his head. Who needs to be bailed out when you can just escape, duh.

He doesn’t even get to the good part when he sees his brothers, Simeon, Solomon, and Barbatos walk through the door. Turns out Belphie’s sleep talking doesn’t have a filter.

He gets a little upset after this whole ordeal. He didn’t even get to try his escape plan…

ASMODEUS

Honey, he can’t relate. It sucks to suck.

Like Lucifer, he has never been arrested. He’s been close to but whenever that happens he just distracts the police from doing it… wink wink.

He knows and seen how stingy police can be with arresting people so he immediately feels for you. And when you’re telling him why you’re in a jail cell, he immediately starts getting ready to come charm you out of that cell. Then he hears Diavolo’s voice.

On second thought…

He immediately has thoughts on how Lucifer would react if he found out he were some how involved in this. Yeah… no, he rather have skin blemishes for the rest of his life.

No matter how nervous he is, he marches his perky butt up there and goes to get you both.

When he gets there he immediately goes to baby you. Checking for any injuries and makes comments on how you’re wet and such. Then he takes in his surroundings.

You’ve been here for how many hours? Oh no. Honey, look. There’s rust everywhere, unidentifiable liquids on the ground. Ew, is that a dead roach caught in a spiderweb? Why were you sitting on the small bench they had? Do you know how many gross people sit on it too? Don’t even get him started on the smell of this cell. Once the both of you go home, straight to the bath.

He goes to pay the bail but then the guard tells them they can’t leave just yet. He knows it’s time to work his magic.

You owe him. The guard is grimy and smells like he hasn’t showered in months. Not only that they’re very persistent at about their job. Charming them is taking longer than he originally had planned.

And then he realizes that Lord Diavolo does not want to leave. Oh boy.

Explains that Lord Diavolo can go anywhere he wants after this, he doesn’t care. That was until you interrupted him saying neither of you can leave without him. He really starts to stress. Why did this have to happen to him?

Somehow and in someway, the both of you manage to convince the redhead to go home. When you get to the House of Lamentation, he’s pulling you straight to his bathroom.

BEELZEBUB

You made him drop his macaroons… his macaroons. He just got them… :(

He is so confused on how you managed to do all of this in a short amount of time? Then he realizes what you just said and he starts stress eating. Poor baby, you kinda regret calling him because it really stresses him out.

“What do you mean you got into a car crash? Are you okay? Are you sure? Don’t worry I’m coming to get you.”

Then he hears Diavolo’s “take your time” and now he’s really stress eating. Not only does he have to bail you out, he has to bail out Lord Diavolo too? Oh boy, the amount of stress you’ve given him is making him have stomach tremors.

He was thinking about getting the both of you alone. Then he started having thoughts of all the human world food and realizes he wouldn’t be able to go alone without getting distracted. So, he brings Belphie to keep him on track.

His frown grows deeper when he sees the two of you curled into each other in the corner of the cell. He ignores how Belphie’s laughing and taking pictures of you both before walking over to you two.

He didn’t bring any bail money. Like Levi, ignores how the guard is saying that they can’t let the both of you leave. Simply pushes the guard off of him when they try to stop him. He also rips the bars from the ground and throws them aside. C’mon, we’re leaving.

Then Diavolo doesn’t want to leave and that’s where Beel gets upset. He’s hungry, Lord Diavolo. He doesn’t have time to be fooling around. His stomach his about to make earthquakes.

In less than three seconds, he’s now playing tug-a-war with Diavolo. Trying to ignore the empty promises of royal dinners the Prince is throwing at him.

“Lord Diavolo, we’re leaving!” “I will let you have anything you want to eat from the Palace is you let me stay!” “WE ARE LEAVING!”

BELPHEGOR

He knew he should have slept through the phone call.

He was actually wondering where you were. You missed their daily nap session. If he wasn’t too tired, he would have gone looking for you earlier.

When you explain to him what happened there’s two opposing sides to his thought. On one hand he’s like “What do you mean you committed three felonies?” in an amusing way. Lowkey is kinda proud. The most he’s been arrested for is fight with some mom who told him he couldn’t sleep at some park with his pillow.

On the second hand he’s like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COMMITTED THREE FELONIES?” He’s stuck on the part on how you could have died in less than 24 hours. He’s more angry at the fact you’re making him worried about you then at the fact he has to go pick you up.

When he went to go get Beel so they could go pick you up, Mammon overheard and started making a whole commotion. You can only guess what happened next when eight demons, a sorcerer, and an angel showed up at the police station.

When he sees not only you behind bars, but Diavolo too, he’s really wishing he slept through your call.

He snaps when the guard tells him he can’t go home with you just yet. Starts picking a fight the guard. It’s a screaming match before it turns into fist fight. He’s not leaving here until he makes a point Lucifer. He’s winning this fight one way or another! You can’t stop him!!

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t care. He drags you out the cell and leaves the Prince there. Lucifer can deal with him. He just wants to go home.

When you guys do finally get to go home, he’s covered in scratches and a couple of bruises. He’s using you as a body pillow tonight whether you like it or not.

DIAVOLO

He’s so happy.

He doesn’t care that he’s committed serious crimes and is now sitting in this jail cell. He also doesn’t really care that it could potentially hurt his reputation as a ruler. He’s so happy he’s got come up here and do things he’s never done before. And he’s most happy that he got to do this with you!

And although it’s mostly his fault, he pretends as if none of it matters and keeps reliving the moments in head. (He’s sorry, truly. But when he gets so excited he just simply forgets about everything else and focuses on what he wants to do. Laws and regulations; out the window. It’s Diavolo time!)

At first you were more than a little upset with him. But then he couldn’t contain himself and started telling you about what happened today as if you weren’t there. The words are coming out his mouth so fast it gets to a point where he gets all tongue tied and he’s barely saying words.

He tells you every single detail all over again and every emotion he felt within that moment and thought he had too. And the more and more he speaks, that anger you felt diminishes. You’re happy that he’s happy and enjoyed himself although this day hadn’t particularly gone to plan.

Even when Barbatos and Lucifer come to pick you both up, he’s smiling through it. Especially when they both are lecturing you, it goes through one ear and out the other. He’s glad he was able to experience this.

Oh and don’t think it’ll stop here. He basically tries to convince you to go with him again.

BARBATOS

Longer sigh…

He warned you.

He told you not to do it and look what happened. He hopes you learned your lesson.

He also knew this was going to happen regardless of his warning. He tried preventing it, really. But no matter what alterations he made to the timeline, you both still ended in a jail cell.

When you told him what chaos the both of you have caused in less than a day, his anxiety spikes. You let Lord Diavolo drive a car? Of course he’s going to tell you he knows how to drive. Just because he tells you doesn’t mean he actually knows MC—

He’s upset with you but at the same time he feels for you too. He knows how his Young Master gets when he’s too excited. There’s nothing stopping him, he’s really the definition of one-track minded.

He tells you to give him a few seconds to gather a few things before hanging up. You thought it was going to take a half hour at most but then Barbatos is walking through the station door three seconds later.

The guard lets the both of you go willingly and with no money. You suspect it’s Barbatos doing and when you ask him about it, he acts as if he knows nothing.

Actually, he covers the entire mess completely by altering time. He can’t have people finding out Lord Diavolo had gotten arrested by human authorities, can he now? Nothing pops up when you search for news reports on the web.

He lets Lucifer deal with your punishment as he deals with Lord Diavolo’s. However, he does lecture you about it the next time he sees you. Oh, and the two of you alone together? Never happening again.

SOLOMON

You don’t get to finish your explanation before he’s laughing in your face.

Mr. Agent of Chaos #2 is so amused by this, he wants to hear exactly how you got yourself in this mess. He’s even more surprised that you allowed yourself to get caught. You have pacts with seven demon lords and you thought to not use any of them?? This is more entertaining than Asmo at a frat house.

WAIT DID HE JUST HEAR LORD DIAVOLO’S VOICE TOO?

He starts laughing even harder. The Demon Prince got arrested too? This is comedy gold. Wait a little while longer, he needs to document it for future references. Quick question: what type of unnatural phenomenon did the two of you create? Describe it to him.

He knows what the police are like but never has had to deal with them himself. He can’t be shady if he hasn’t avoided the police for a decade or so. What? He got tired of paying taxes…

He goes alone. When he sees you and the large demon smiling at you he starts to laugh again. It’s to the point where he’s wheezing and bending over. He wipes tears from his eyes afterwards. This is priceless. Please let him take a selfie with the both of you in the back.

He goes over to magically open the cell until the guard tells him he can’t do that and you guys can’t leave. He looks over at the guard and mumbles a few words in latin. Now the guard’s a duck, great. Nice going, Solomon.

When Diavolo tells him he particularly doesn’t want to go back the Devildom, Solomon doesn’t care. He can do what he wants as long as he can take you back with him. But when you tell him to help you convince the Prince to go back home, he sighs.

He threatens Diavolo about calling Simeon to come get him and the redhead is glaring at him but still walks out the cell. Great! Now everyone can go home!

So about that the phenomenon….

SIMEON

Three words: What the fuck?

How did any of this happen? When did any of this happened? What do you mean it happened today? The day’s barely ended! You got into a car crash? Are you okay?

Voices his concerns, deeply. Makes you feel so guilty about what happened today you start crying while the jail phone is pressed against your ear. Diavolo can only rub your back as he listens to Simeon thoroughly explain to you on why what you did was wrong and that you’re lucky he isn’t Lucifer.

He then hears Diavolo’s “Maybe calling Simeon was a bad idea.” Oh. Now he’s really upset. Doesn’t understand how Lord Diavolo allowed this to happen. You could have died, he’s not ready to see you in the Celestial Realm just yet! He tells you to pass the phone to the Demon Lord and you can’t imagine what Simeon is telling Diavolo that’s making him so pale. It’s your turn to rub his back.

When you get the phone back, Simeon tells you to sit tight and he’s coming to get you.

When he does get there, the frown on his face makes you feel even more guilty than on the phone. You could even Diavolo go stiff beside you.

When the guards tells him that the both of you aren’t allowed to leave, he’s super close on letting the both of you suffer the consequences. Yet, he tries to make the guard more lenient by guilt tripping him too.

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to go back, it doesn’t take much for him to convince the Prince to go back home. All he does is glare at him and the redhead is walking out the cell with nervous chuckles.

When the three of you go back to the Devildom, he makes the both of you explain to Lucifer and Barbatos as to what happened within the last hour and why he had to go and pick you up.

TAGS: (sorry this is really long.. also don’t mind the grammatical errors I wrote this on my phone and actually less than 24 hours)

@beels-burger-babe

@mammonsemptycreditcard

@obeythebutler

@minteyeddevil

#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #otome game #crack headcanons #crack taken seriously #crimes #diavolo please why can’t you just behave?#diavolo and mc adventure number one #a study of firsts: a series

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obeiii-mee · 3 years ago

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼ If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree.

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

»»————-　♔　————-««

Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The s m a c c you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

»»————-　♔　————-««

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oh-sweet-mama · 3 years ago

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Have you been to Paris, pet?

Inspired by this post 😉

Pairing: Loki X Fem!Reader x Thor (no Loki x Thor ��)

Warnings: slight Dom!Loki/Sub!Reader, vaginal penetration, oral M! And F! Receiving, swearing, slight praise kink if you squint, established relationship (Loki x reader), threesome 😏

Description: y/n goes on a trip to Paris courtesy of Loki and Thor 🥳🥳🗼. Also y/n is a human, from the plant earth.

2,027 words ;3

Loki perched upon his favorite chair in the farthest corner of the palace library. Surrounded by the smell of old books, and his favorite, silence. The only sound being when he turned the page of his book filled with old Norse spells and writings.

His ear twitched at the distant sound of soft foot steps, only belonging to his beloved.

“Loki?” Y/n whispered through the shelves, only to be met with the silence of the books. Though as she turned another corner there he sat, in his usual position. “Scared me lokes”

Loki’s heart fluttered at the pet name Y/n had bestowed upon his, time and time ago.

“Hello petal, what brings you to seek me out?” Loki asked, setting his book down next to him, and pulling the girl onto his knee.

Y/n rested her cheek on the crook of his neck, subtly breathing in his scent. Sharp cinnamon, old books, and loki.

"are you okay?" she asked meekly, not wanting to impose the wrong thing

"I am unsure of what you mean my princess. Would you care to elaborate?" Loki held her tighter, pressing his nose to the top of her head.

"I dunno," Y/n adjusted herself "I guess the other day, after we hug out with thor, you seemed, angry? I don't want you to be angry, I don't know what I did."

"oh no my love, Y/n," Loki grabbed her and set her to straddle him, and force their eyes to meet, "I was not angry at you at all, you've never done anything wrong, do you understand?"

Y/n gave a silent nod. Before loki was given the chance to further to explain, Thor came bursting through the silence of the library.

"Ah! Lady Y/n! Brother! would you like to join us down in the court yard?"

"well-" Y/n hesitated.

"actually Thor, yes we would." Loki smirked at his brother, practically daring him to flit with Y/n in front of him.

Making their way down to the luscious gardens of the palace where the flowers grew in almost every shade known to man. The three found a secluded bench and table to sit at.

Tea and fine wine was brought to the princes, small pastries were also offered, made with the finest sugars and ingredients.

Y/n wandered off, not far enough to be out of sight, but to sit in the small ring of milk week, where the butterflies were collected. Dozens of monarchs and swallow tails fluttered around, drinking from the flowers. Y/n watched them contently and in awe.

Loki sat on one of the granite arm chairs, slowing sipping on a cup of tea, filled with rich Asgardian herbs and honey. Engrossed in a novel of Midgardian fiction, which he rarely indulged in.

Thor on the other hand, was watching Y/n. Touched by her beauty as the sun hit her skin and made her glow. The flowers around her making her look like a goddess, and even more of a princess.

"Thor, stop staring at Y/n, I know how your thoughts wander, do not let them stray any further than they already have been." Loki stated, never looked up from his book.

Thor sat in feigned shock, how could he forget Loki could read minds?

"I don't know what you speak of brother."

"Yes you do." Loki shot back, turning a page in his book. "you imagine fucking Y/n senseless and getting her drunk off of your cock alone, do you not?"

Thor's face burned, his ears turning red, the blunt truth spilling out of Loki's mouth, produced by his silver tongue.

"I shall propose this brother, after I run it by Y/n first, I will you allow you one night with her, that's it, after that you must find a new woman to sought after."

"You would allow that brother?"

"well, we must ask the woman that is on both of our minds yes?" Loki said, finally putting his book down.

Y/n got up a couple of butterflies clinging her to hair. settling on Loki's knee, a buttered scone in hand. She leaned into his chest sighing in content as she ate.

"So y/n, I have a proposal, if you have any uneasiness please tell me, and we will forget about it okay?"

Sitting up and creasing her brows, y/n pondered, searching her mind for a moment.

"what do you mean?"

"well over the past couple of weeks, I've noticed my brother here, has had some lingering stares, and naughty thoughts," Loki shot a side glare to Thor, as he caressed Y/n's cheek bone. "Haven't you brother"

"Y-yes-"

"and in order to fulfil some of Thor's fantasies, which a few, I though were quiet interesting, I suggested that we could share a night together."

"like, as in sex?" a light blush dusted her face, tough it wasn't noticeable.

"yes Petal"

"then after it would just be me and you again?"

"mhm." Loki continued to caress her face

"o-ok, and you would be there?" Y/n fidgeted with the hem of her tunic

"of course."

"ok, one night."

"good, tell me, have you ever been to Paris pet?" Loki smirked, one of the few Midgardian terms he knew of.

"Paris? as in the city in France?"

"not quite pet, but me and Thor can take you."

her chest heaved, sweat beaded on her brow. Y/n had lost count of how many times she had came. All she knew was the feeling of Loki's fingers stretching her open.

"Hmm, Loki!" Y/n tugged on the green silk that held her wrists above her head. her thighs trembled, but were being held spread wide with Loki's free hand.

" Your almost ready pet, I know," Loki kissed the inside of her thighs "you're doing so good for me Y/n just a little more, can you be a good girl for me just for a little longer?"

"Yes! yes Loki, I can."

Loki's tongue licked bold stripes up her cunt, as she clenched around his three fingered that continued to scissor her open.

"ok, you're ready now pet, do you think you can keep going?"

"mhm, please, need your cock." Y/n needed him, needed more.

"Not mine this time my sweetness, Thor's"

The realization hit her, the reason as to why Loki spent more than an hour opening her up.

"how would like her brother?" Loki asked moving to her side and untying her wrists.

Thor was shirtless, his toned abdomen, and stocky upper half. The physical differences between the brothers was evident. Loki has a slim athletic build, but Thor was rippling muscles, and bulging biceps.

"Lady Y/n if you would like to back out now I would not be angry."

"No, I can handle it Thor, I have a safe word, and you know it. I give you my trust in this bed to not harm me."

Thor grabbed Y/n's hand in his, calloused palms, and rough fingers, he guided her hand to his chest. Where her hand roamed on his muscles.

"please, need you." Reduced to begging, Y/n needed something, the ache in her cunt was back.

Thor picked her up with ease setting her in the middle of the bed, on her hands and knees. Though Loki settled in front of her, his green leather tunic long forgotten. She caressed his ab muscles, relaxing at how soft he was compared to Thor.

Thor stroked himself a few times before lining up with Y/n's entrance, taking her hip in his other hand, and sliding in with a single smooth thrust.

"oh fuck" Y/n moaned. Loki was long, often hitting the very back of her cunt. Thor brushed right up into her cervix, but stretched her to what felt like past the limit.

Thor thrusted into her, his hips hitting her ass, she jolted forward with every powerful thrust. a shiver of pleasure ran through her body, causing her to clench around him.

"L-Loki-" Her stray palm wandered to the evident tent in Loki's leather trousers. "want you too."

Loki got onto his knees and leaned down to press kisses to her face, and brush any stray beads of sweat. Loki was gentle and sweet, his soft palms and nimble fingers providing the comfort she needed as Thor pounded into her.

"You want to take me as well, pet?" Loki asked.

"please-" She squeezed him harder through the green leather

in a shimmer of green light, Loki was naked in front of her. his cock red and painfully hard. A bead of precum wetting his tip. Y/n reached up and stroked him. Loki's abs rippled, "go on, take me pet."

Y/n pulled him forward by his hip, taking him into her mouth, and sucking his softly. Hollowing out her cheeks, and bobbing her head, the best she could in her position. She hadn't noticed how Thor paused, her focus on Loki.

"oh- Oh fucking hell, Y/n, you take me so well. You do don't you? You're such a good girl," Loki praised, struggling to hold back, as the feeling of her mouth wrapped around his cock, "Well brother, is this all you imagined? The feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around you?"

Thor groaned, as Y/n tightened around him, the taste of Loki and the feeling of him in her mouth, caused her to get far more wet than she was before.

"Oh, fuck, She's dripping," Thor muttered behind her.

"well, we are now in Paris brother." Loki chuckled

"what is this paris you speak of brother?" Thor resumed his rough thrusts.

"nothing-" Loki moaned as he softly fucked Y/n's throat.

she was close, Y/n has been close since Loki took his damned pants off. Thor's grip was bruising on her hips, and they could both feel how close she was.

"I know you're close Y/n, cum, cum now." Loki's hips was stuttering, trying to last out.

Y/n clenched around Thor, a high pitched strangled moan, that was muffled by Loki's cock. Thor followed soon after, coming deep in side her, and painting her soft walls with his seed.

Once Thor pulled out and watched for a moment while his seed dripped out of her.

"well, I guess I will just have to show you how it's done then." Loki smiled, pulled Y/n off of him by her hair, a small moan escaping her as he kissed down the expanse of her neck. before putting her onto her back and sinking back into her abused pussy.

"oh, Lokes." Y/n moaned, finally being filled by her one true love.

"still just as tight for me my love," Loki started a punishingly fast pace, slamming against the already forming bruises on her ass. "Can you take a little more pet?"

"yes, my king." Y/n moaned, as Loki's fingers wrapped around her throat, limiting the blood flow to her brain and making everything feel so much better.

"cum when you want pet, I won't last." Loki's pace was faltering, and his other hand wandered to Y/n's clit, slow hard circles, and she was falling over the edge. Loki came, hard, he filled her up. Loki pulled out and Y/n was in a state of bliss, pleasure still running through every nerve.

Thor stood back, pulling a lose pair of pants up his legs. Loki brought mugs of tea, and in a few seconds, Loki had changed the sheets, and dressed Y/n in a dark green slip dress made of silk.

"she is still awake brother, you may lay with her if you would like."

Loki knew, that Thor always got what he wanted growing up, and he got lucky. Loki got the beautiful sweet girl they both sought after.

Thor got into the bed behind Y/n, and laid with her softly. She cuddled into his far warmer chest. "You are not like any women I've ever met Y/n. Loki is truly lucky to have you, I wish you all the best."

"Thor you are acting like you don't see me every single day." Y/n murmured. Casing Loki to chuckle from across the room. "my King, join us, Thor is far to warm."

"I shall my love, once I get the tea warm enough to soothe your throat"

Though before Loki could get her that tea, filled with asgaurdian honey, she was fast asleep. Lulled by the warmth Thor provided. He slipped out shortly after, leaving her a kiss pressed to her temple and a sad smile.

Loki came to lay infront of y/n allowing her to wrap her arms around his torso and scotch into his chest.

Hopefully this will solve Thor’s wander thoughts, but some of those fantasies, Loki will surely have to try out.

#loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki oneshot #Loki smut

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years ago

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love stories with some genshin boys i thought of while listening to my playlists

includes: aether (210 words), xiao (261 words), scaramouche (277 words) and albedo (307)

warnings (?): spoilers of ‘we will be reunited’, english is not my native language and uhh idk what else, idk really know what these are, headcanons ?? snippets ?? also not beta read and not edited.

it’s long so uhhh i’ll add a cut somewhere

anyway enjoy!! ...whatever this is i guess

Aether

Falling in love with Aether is like a fun adventure. He, being always the center of attention and the protagonist no matter where he goes, is a free spirited, kind and hardworking man.

Throughout your time travelling and being in a relationship together, you’ll find that your relationship with the Honorary Knight is one of sweet kisses under the sunlight; innocent handholding while thinking up of what to make for dinner tonight; of easily talked out arguments and finding ways to compromise; of softly pushing each other to become a better version of themselves and, most of all, of supporting and having each other’s backs no matter what.

And when Aether confronts the Abyss Princess face to face for the first time and his world comes crashing down on him, this trait of your relationship shines like no other, as you hold him in your arms after everything was over during the night, Paimon sleeping soundly next to the both of you inside your improvised campsite.

“Even though I’m not sure what -or who- I should believe anymore, I... I know I want to see this journey to the end, and I want you to be there with me for it. Let’s be together until the last moment and beyond.”

Songs:

Snow Fairy - Funkist

Snowing, be honest with yourself and smile When two people are getting closer, time overlaps Fairy, where are you going I will gather all the light and shine it on your tomorrow

Still Lonely - SEVENTEEN

This cursed popularity. Why won’t it leave me? But why am I getting lonelier The early morning chill makes me feel Even lonelier today I feel completely empty, as if I’m empty

Kanpeki Gu~ no ne - Watarirouka Hashiritai

I'm at a loss for words, with this and that, I'm totally in love with you Someday, I want do the same to you: Watch you flounder, At a loss for words right back to me!

Side by Side - The8 from SEVENTEEN

I want to hold hands with you but I don't know what to do what to do oh baby I want to give all my heart to you but You still don't know what's in my heart

Hope - Namie Amuro

At the end of this blue, wide world there's a place I want to aim at with you We chose this long ago for eternity

Xiao

Falling in love with Xiao is like living a bittersweet dream. The Vigilant Yaksha is far from human, or so he says, and thus is out of touch with the way we mortals experience feelings, both the negative and positive ones.

Your relationship with him is one of compassion, mutual understanding, appreciation and patience. So, so much patience. Of intertwined pinkies and soft stolen glances, of shy smiles and comfortable silence sometimes filled with your voice chatting time away and his short responses to your talks.

I mentioned patience. He knows you’re making an enormous effort to try and understand him and be patient with him and his slow learning process of how relationships work, so it’s only fair that he makes a true effort to understand you and your feelings.

Xiao is well aware that he could hurt you without wanting to, be it with his blunt phrasing of his thoughts or his Karmic Debt, as much as he is aware that you will eventually pass away and leave him behind to go somewhere he can’t follow, and that undeniable truth haunts him every second of every day he gets to spend with you. And still, he wishes and wants and does cherish each and every warm, kind feeling he gets every single second you’re together nonetheless.

“I might not know what to make of these new feelings you gave me. But I’ll learn. I promise I’ll learn, so please... don’t go, not yet. Let me treasure you and carve you into my memory for as long as I can.”

Songs:

Euphoria - BTS

I don't know what this emotion is Perhaps this is also the inside of a dream A dream is the blue mirage of the desert Deep inside of me, a priori I become happy to the point of being unable to breathe The surroundings, bit by bit, become clearer

Fallin’ Flower - SEVENTEEN

While flower blooms and falls, scars cure and buds shoot We are living our first and last moment So I won’t take you for granted Because you loved me as I am

Fear - SEVENTEEN

Get out my mind I can't handle it, I'm afraid of myself The truth has me tied up My heart is tainted I'm afraid it'll eventually change you too

The Truth Untold - BTS, Steve Aoki

It’s my fate Don’t smile to me Light on me Because I can’t get closer to you There’s no name you can call me

You know that I can’t Show you me Give you me I can’t show you a ruined part of myself Once again I put a mask on and go to see you But I still want you

Tiny Light - Akari Kitō

Because you colored my unchanging monochromatic days Even the blurred darkness gained meaning

Still, hidden in this heart, these feelings of preciousness so strong that they hurt I just want to convey these feelings to only you before they disappear someday

Scaramouche

Falling in love with Scaramouche is like constantly playing a game. He’s strict, demanding, disagreeable, and widely disliked by enemies and allies alike. Still, he has a heart too; and he holds desires and hopes deep inside of it, although most of them are fueled by the unchanging curiosity he has towards the world around him, curiosity to know what he can get out of whatever the world wants to throw at him.

You were no exception to that rule, at first.

When he met you he wanted to get something from you. And you knew it from the start, just as he knew that you knew. And that didn’t change anything, at first.

Your relationship with him is one of dangerously playful, yet still light-hearted games of seduction, teasing and deceit; of secret kisses exchanged in expensive private rooms in restaurants or the cozy warmth of your home, of an unspoken shared respect and, most of all, complete, mutual devotion.

You know Scaramouche is not a good man. He has done many, many unspeakable things in his life as one of the Eleven, and he knows he’s far from being the perfect charming prince you could aim for, but he will never let you go. Because behind those hardened walls of egocentrism and pride, you saw what no one else bothered to see. You saw him, not the role he was playing, you saw him and fell in love with him.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could find anyone else who understands me as much as you do. And no, I’m not saying this because I want something, give me some more credit, geez...”

Songs:

soldier game - µ’s

You'll come with me, yes? You've grown curious about my touch, yes? Then it's already love Since you're someone I must meet in battle someday, That might just be your reason It's soldier game Though we've met again, I'm soldier heart

Kowareyasuki - Guilty Kiss

Just stop it already and show your heart only to me I love your eyes that are about to cry And your defenseless, clumsy way of living too (...) The hesitation you convey makes my chest hurt Some people just don't know what such kindness is But then I discover the truth When we got together, you don't have to endure anymore Right now, show your grief only to me I like that you think too much The complete opposite of me

Shhh - SEVENTEEN

Don't think of all these as your mere illusion They're not lies that follow the moment No one can underestimate it, my feelings are an ignition 'Cause I'm always the same Me and you, we got hurt by the lies that we won't ever work But it's fate

(...)

So I can cover you from danger A consented dedication

(...)

It's as natural as breathing An everlasting dedication

Good to me - SEVENTEEN

Yeah, when you were making that sign in my heart It was a long time since my firewall broke down Pass with the password What in the world do you know about me? Are my deep feelings seen by you?

Hiraishin - Keyakizaka46

(To trust is to be betrayed, to open one’s heart is to get hurt So to avoid being struck by lightning-like sorrow…)

Which side am I picking? Ah, these values are hard to handle That’s why I won’t stop watching over you Positive positive positive You should just be yourself… I can forgive whatever absurdities you pull off I’ll support you without being noticed Even when you get nitpicked I’ll be your companion Let us now promise to live an unremarkable life hereafter What we have here is the lightning rod of love

Albedo

Falling in love with Albedo is a fairy tale-like experience for both of you. His attention had always been focused on his research, everything else fading into the background save for a few exceptions, until you came around. You, who stole all his attention by just existing.

As an alchemist, he’s naturally the curious type. He wanted to know what about it had caught his attention, what was so special about you that had him clinging to your every word and movement every time you interacted with him. Still, human relationships are hard for him, and he figured you might go away the second he started to feel burnt out from your interactions. But you didn’t. Instead, you stayed. You stayed and took interest on what he did, asked questions, gave your insight, and dragged him to sleep when he needed a break. In exchange, he did the same for you.

Your relationship with Albedo is like one of those awkwardly sweet first time crushes. Of carefully calculated movements, dates and compliments, of soft kisses on lips, hands and cheeks, of mutual support, understanding and mature compromising and commitment.

The Kreideprinz, like everyone else, has his own fears and insecurities, especially regarding his... nature, but he does his best not to let them affect the relationship he has with you. Each moment spent by your side, even when he’s not actively doing any research, is considered perfectly spent, meaningful time.

“A long time ago, I was tasked with finding out the meaning of this world. Though I have directed my efforts and resources to looking for the answer through alchemy, ever since we met I... think, I’ve found an unexpected conclusion to said issue. While it’s likely that this is not the answer expected from me, I’m positive that, at least personally, I finally have the answer.”

Songs:

Futari Saison - Keyakizaka46

In the wind blowing through the city’s streets, even though I caught whiff of something’s scent, I had no interest in looking back

In a 1m radius around me, I formed an invisible barrier to another world And yet, you took someone like me out of it

What made you do that?

Home - SEVENTEEN

What can I do? Without you I’m just an old robot, my heart stops and it’s always cold What can we do? Without me You’ll struggle just as much, so what can we do?

Baby, I want to cherish our warmth So no one can come between us

Flower - SEVENTEEN

You taught me, you showed me You’re my only reason If you can forever remember me I can get hurt, I can get hurt

My heart that’s engraved with your light Makes me stronger Give me your sharp thorns Cause you’re my flower

Oh my! - SEVENTEEN

Sorry for repeating the same thing But this is all I can try using hard words But my true feeling is this, every everything

(...)

How about you? Is it hard for you to sleep because of me too? If you keep making my heart flutter What do I do?

Naze koi wo shite konakattan darou? - Sakurazaka46

Why hadn't I fallen in love? I've been making fun of it all this time I mean everyone keeps saying 'I love you' just like cats in heat But after falling in love I realized what people live for To meet, to love, to the point of nothing but... I'm not myself, I want to find my true self.

#xiao x reader #aether x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact headcanon #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #first post yay #why is albedo's so long tho he's not even my favorite out of them lol #melodywritings #fluff #genshin impact x reader #melwritesgenshin

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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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Deep End - Chapter 6: Andersen’s Fairy Tales

…in which Harry teaches Ezi how to read.

Word count: 4k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: please please let me know what you think. I can't write without motivation 😭

When Harry finally decided to answer his mother’s call, he had prepared himself for some verbal ass-whooping. He was twenty-four years old, a celebrity and a millionaire, yet still getting scolded by his mother on a daily basis. Life was good.

“Is your date okay?” The first thing his mother said to him was this. At first, Harry thought he’d misheard it. But then she repeated the question in a more urgent and concerning tone. “Harry, is Ezili okay?”

His mother had never remembered the name of any girl he’d brought home. His mother always had a lot to say about the way those girls had dressed, talked, and carried themselves. Had Ezi charmed his mother with her siren magic?

Harry shuddered at the thought. “Y-Yeah...why?”

“Dawson told me you and Bax got into a fight at the manor.”

Harry smacked his forehead. Fucking Dawson. “How did Dawson know?”

“He found Bax lying on the floor.”

Although Harry hated to recall that night because he couldn’t imagine how scared Ezi must have been, it was funny to think about how pathetic Bax must have looked when Dawson had found him. The mental image made Harry laugh. “See?” he told his mother. “It wasn’t a fight if it was one-sided. I beat him up.”

His mother exhaled sharply. Harry could imagine her with her eyes closed, shaking her head. “The only reason I will let you get away with fighting your cousin in my house is because I know what he was trying to do with Ezili. So I called to ask if she was okay.”

“She’s okay. Don’t worry. I think she also scared him.”

“She’s a woman. Any strong woman would’ve been terrified in that situation,” said Harry’s mum. “I feel bad for having let that happen. I shouldn’t have invited him.”

“It’s not your fault, Mum. He’s always been scum.”

There was a pause, and Harry knew exactly what his mother was going to say. “Bax’s parents have always hated us. They envy your father. I think they’re trying to sabotage our wine business. Maybe if you’d change your mind--”

“Mum, we’ve talked about this,” Harry sighed. “I love my career. I can’t...I’m not a businessman like Dad. Isn’t Dawson doing a good job managing our family business already?”

“He is. But I know your father would’ve wanted it to be you.” When Harry stayed quiet, his mother knew it was a sign that this topic shouldn’t be continued, so she switched to another. “You should invite Ezili to lunch at the manor.”

“Mum, that wouldn’t be necessary.”

“Nonsense! Her first time in our house and she got absolutely traumatised. I’ll make up for it. I’ll send you an invitation in the afternoon.”

“Mum, there’s no need for an in--”

But his Mum already hung up on him.

Sighing, Harry sunk back into his chair. A staff member knocked on the door and informed him that he would have to return to the set in fifteen minutes. He told them he got it and intended to call his mum again and try to talk her out of the lunch thing with Ezi. That was when he got another call.

“Don’t tell me someone’s injured. It’s only been an hour.”

“Worse!” Niall screamed. “Dawson kidnapped the girl!”

Ezili didn’t know if the bookstore was small or Harry’s house was just too big, but she liked the cosiness of it in contrast to what she’d always been used to. There were bookshelves climbing all the way up to the ceiling. The walls were covered with hundreds of books of all sizes, and there were dozens of piles on the floor in the corners as well. But seeing that most of the furniture was covered in dust, Ezili guessed they didn’t often have visitors.

She wondered why nobody wanted to come into this fascinating place. She loved books even though she couldn’t read or write. She’d found a few books in her room and some of them had pictures, but she could only guess what the stories were about. So she wanted to read, but it would be something her mother would never approve of. If she learned to read, she’d become a laughing stock for her kind for sure.

Entering the bookstore, Ezili and Dawson were greeted by an old lady with crazy chestnut hair that looked like she was wearing a fluffy dog on her head. Her eyes were huge behind those thick round glasses that gave her a psychotic kind of look that absolutely terrified Ezili.

“Hello, love birds,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin. Ezili could not take her eyes off the shiny wires attached to this lady’s teeth. They sparkled every time she opened her mouth. This woman must be rich if she wore silver on her teeth.

“Oh, we’re not birds,” Ezili said as she pulled Chilli tighter to her chest.

The crazy lady hugged her stomach and burst out laughing. “She’s a funny girl,” she told Dawson, pointing to Ezili, then her face turned serious. “But no cats allowed.”

“She’s with me. Her name is Chilli and she’s very nice--”

“She can stay here while you pick your books.” Before Ezili could protest, the lady took the black cat and put it on the counter. “So what are you looking for?”

“Thank you. We’ll just have a look around,” Dawson said with a tight smile and pulled Ezili with him. They turned into one of the aisles and heard the lady telling them she’d be here if they needed help. What kind of help would you need in a bookstore? It wasn’t like books would attack you.

“The Book of Wisdom,” Dawson said as he took out one colourful book from a higher shelf. Ezili peered over his arm as he scrutinised the front cover. He smelled like coconut and summer, which reminded her of those tropical islands she’d visited with her mother. And the fact that he was a lot taller than her made her want to bury her face into his chest to get soaked in that homely smell. But then she remembered what Harry had taught her about consent. Realising her chest was touching his arm, she stepped back and felt him relax a bit more. She hoped he didn’t think she was sexually hairdressing him. She had no idea why they called it hairdressing, and she kept forgetting to ask Harry.

“Hey, why do they call it hairdre--”

“Lesson 1: Be polite.”

Ezili jumped and hid behind Dawson’s back, her heart pounding violently. “Did the book just..talk?”

“Yeah, it’s a talking book for children,” Dawson chuckled. “I like your sense of humour.”

He flipped to a new page and the book talked again, “Remember, kids, if you accidentally raise your voice with someone, always apologise to them. It’s not nice to yell at other people.”

Ezili couldn’t decide if she was in awe or creeped out by the talking book. Maybe a little bit of both. But then her eyes zeroed in on a picture of a beautiful siren on one of the covers. She passed Dawson to try and was trying to reach for the book when his hand landed on her shoulder, and she looked up to see him grab the book without effort and hand it to her with a smile.

“You like this? It’s the new edition of Andersen’s Fairy Tale.”

“The Little Mermaid!”

“Yes.” Dawson’s eyes squinted behind his glasses. “You’ve never read Andersen’s Fairy Tales?”

“I have,” Ezili lied, hugging the book to her chest. “I want this book.”

“Great. I’ll buy it for you. As a gift.”

Harry had told Ezili that humans couldn’t just take the things they found because they would get arrested, and apparently, they couldn’t fight and kill each other for things either. It didn’t sound fair and was kind of stupid. Why were humans so dependent on these stupid papers they called money? Ezili couldn’t understand how their inferior brains worked sometimes.

“Hey, look,” Dawson said, holding up his phone that was buzzing in his hand. “Harry’s calling.”

Ezili couldn’t care less about Harry now. She let Dawson speak to him while she flipped through the book to look at pictures. But...why was there a picture of the prince and another girl? Didn’t he marry Ariel? She tried to look for the ones that revealed the new ending, which was apparently different from what she’d seen on the telly, but the rest of the chapter was just text and no pictures. She hated this. She wished she could read.

“Yeah, she’s here with me. The bookstore is just a few blocks near your house…” Dawson finished the call with Harry and turned back to Ezili. “He’s coming to pick you up.”

She found it strange that Harry would speak about Dawson with such hatred, like the way Koa would speak about Ezili, while Dawson had always been so nice about Harry. She couldn’t recall him saying anything bad about Harry when in fact, she could go on and on for days about Harry’s bad qualities. And she’d only known him for a week!

“Why doesn’t Harry like you?”

The question seemed to have caught Dawson by surprise, but he was quick to put on a smile.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m helping his mum run the business his father left for him. But he was the one who didn’t want it. He wanted to become a singer.”

“Harry’s mother doesn’t want him to be a singer?”

“No.”

Ezili closed the book and gave an understanding nod. “My mother never lets me do things I like, either. She never thinks I’m good enough because I’m not like her.”

“I’m sure your mother loves you,” Dawson said. Ezili liked the twinkle in his eyes and tenderness in his voice when he reassured her. Maybe he had a special gift that only sirens had. The gift to charm anybody they wanted. “Every mother has their own burdens and loves us in a different way.”

“But...if they love us, should they want us to be happy?”

Ezili didn’t know where that had come from. For the last twenty years of her life, she had never once thought of this. Why now? Why now that she decided that she could have been happier if her mother hadn’t been the way she was? But sirens were all supposed to be the way her mother was. Cold and dangerous like the ocean itself. So did it mean...did it mean her mother and sister were right? That she was too weak and emotional to become Queen?

“Ezi!”

The sound of her name pulled her out of her own head. She snapped her head up to find Harry padding toward her. He looked just like that night when he’d scolded her for biting his cousin. She hated this Harry.

“Let’s go home,” he told her coldly.

Before she could reply, he took her wrist and pulled her with him. The book fell to her feet and she was too appalled to even pick it up. She was about to remind Harry that Dawson was standing right there, but then she realised Harry had intentionally ignored his cousin.

“Ezili, your book!”

Harry and Ezi stopped before they got into the car parked out front. Dawson handed her the book and beamed. “I already paid for it.”

“Thank you.”

“Very nice. Get in, Ezi.”

Dawson seemed slightly annoyed by Harry’s attitude, but he didn’t act on it. Instead, he gave Ezili another gentle smile and told her he’d see her another time. Then, he went back inside the bookstore.

Ezili wished she could have stayed with him.

“Rescue mission accomplished!” said an energetic voice as Ezili got into the back of the car. A stranger she had never seen before peered around the passenger seat and smiled at her before he started speaking in a funny accent, “You’re welcome, by the way. The name’s Niall.”

Chilli was sitting on Niall’s lap, licking her own paw, which showed that she was comfortable around Niall, and Niall wasn’t an enemy. To human Ezili, of course. All humans were enemies to sirens.

“I’m Ezili,” Ezili said, then, she recognised the funny accent. “You’re Niall...Horan?”

“You know me?”

Ezili could feel her grin stretch from ear to ear. “I saw you on TikTok! You’re so funny.”

“Look, H, a fan!” Niall exclaimed as he shook Harry’s shoulder, but Harry didn’t react as he manoeuvred the car back onto the road. “I like her already.” Niall laughed. “I’m Harry’s best friend. Are you following my TikTok?”

“Yeah. I’ve watched every single one.”

“Good, good, good,” Niall said, nodding slowly. He turned to the front and back to Ezili immediately. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened to you. The accident must have been awful.”

“What?”

“Niall,” Harry growled. “Seatbelt.”

Niall flinched. “Sorry.”

Frowning, Ezili hugged her new book and sunk into her seat. She hated this Harry. He reminded her of a whale with a toothache, and even with that image in mind, she still couldn’t laugh. That was how angry she was with him. Yes, she was angry with him being angry with her. And for pulling her out of that beautiful bookstore. For making her drop her book. For holding her hostage like a prisoner. For being rude to Dawson. She hated him. She hated Harry Styles.

So when they’d arrived home and he told her to go inside and hang with Niall, she had to chase after him and let him know how much she hated him.

“Harry Styles!” She called when they reached the white stairs leading to the enormous courtyard where he’d parked his car. “Why are you upset? You have no right to be mad at me after you lied to me.”

Harry stopped halfway down the stairs; it seemed like Ezili’s words had finally hit him. He slowly spun around with a stunned expression as if she’d accused him of manslaughtering. “I didn’t lie to you,” he said, his jaw tight. “I told you to stay in your room. You were grounded.”

“You didn’t tell me that you’d leave me with your assistant and Niall!”

“But I didn’t lie to you.”

“Telling half-truths is telling lies.”

Harry held Ezili’s gaze for a long moment before he started ascending the stairs. She stiffened as he stopped right in front of her, leaned in, and stared.

“Oh, so you’re so honest, aren’t you?” he asked in a mocking tone. “You’ve never lied to me?”

“Never,” she said confidently.

Well, that was also a lie. But since when had Ezili felt bad for lying? She’d eaten men like him. Why did his presence now make her nervous?

She hated that the more she stayed human the more human she became. That thought terrified her even more than the possibility of getting caught and killed in this foreign land.

“I’ve never lied in my entire life,” she added, making Harry's eyes grow wide.

He said nothing, and when he turned to leave, she hurriedly followed him down the stairs. “Speechless by my honesty?” she asked.

“Speechless by the lies that come out of your mouth,” he said. “Is your name even Ezi?”

“No, it’s Ezili.”

Harry let out a scoff but he didn’t stop, so Ezili grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. Hard.

“Shit! How are you so strong?” he cried out, facing her again.

“Apologise.”

“What?”

Ezili folded her arms across her chest and sharpened her gaze. “Apologise right now.”

“For what?”

“For yelling at me.”

“And why should I apologise for yelling at you?”

Ezili bit her lip. The voice inside her head told her to push him down the stairs. She could just say it was an accident, and no one could prove that she’d done it. However, she needed him alive. Sucking in a breath, she said, “Because that’s what decent people do. A talking book told me that.”

“You mean those children's books you found in the bookstore,” Harry taunted, giving her a despiteful smirk.

She scowled at him even harder. “Apologise.”

“Fine,” he breathed. “I apologise for yelling at you. Now you apologise for stealing my cat.”

“I tried to save Chilli. You see, your assistant said something about the Master of the House being dead. I thought you were dead. But she was only talking about a show--”

“Yeah, famous Netflix show. It’s good. But that’s still no excuse for taking my cat.”

“Fine.” Ezili glared at him. “I’m sorry for stealing your cat.”

“And for getting into Dawson’s car.”

“And for leaving with him and liking him.”

“And for—What is your problem with Dawson?”

Instead of answering the question, Harry pulled out his phone, looked at it, and then told Ezili, “Go inside. We’ll continue this talk when I get back.”

He was just about to run when she pulled him back by his sleeve. He gave her a ‘what do you want?’ kind of look as she stammered, “When...when you get back…”

“Yeah?” He stressed out the word, an eyebrow arched impatiently.

“Can you teach me how to read?”

“What?”

“Teach me to read. Are you deaf?”

“You can’t read?”

When Ezili shook her head, Harry’s frown transformed into a smile. “That explains a lot.”

She smacked him on the arm and he gasped and leapt down two steps.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Why are you so aggressive?” Harry winced and backed away from her. “We’ll talk about this later. Now go inside and film a TikTok with Niall or something. I’m late for a photoshoot.”

Ezili opened her mouth to ask him what time he’d be home, but Harry had already run back to his car.

Harry got home at around 10 PM. He’d had a rough day. His manager had been furious because he had run out on a magazine photoshoot without saying a word to anyone. In his defence, he’d been in a rush, and couldn’t figure out an excuse to cover up for the fact that he’d almost let a mythical creature get loose. He shouldn’t have been so careless and left her with his assistant and Niall. That was his fault. Also, he could never think straight when he was angry. He thought about the look Ezili had given him when he’d pulled her out of the bookstore. The look Dawson had given him. Fucking Dawson. If it wasn’t for him, Harry wouldn’t have had to be mean to Ezi.

“Hey.”

“Jesus!” Harry shouted when the light switched on and he saw Ezili sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. “Wha--Why are you on the floor? Get up.”

“This is Chilli’s favourite spot so I thought I might try to see how comfortable it is. Pretty uncomfortable, I must say.”

Harry rolled his eyes and offered Ezi a hand to help her get to her feet. “Why are you still awake?”

She pulled away from him and rushed over to the table to grab the book Dawson had given her. She shoved it at him. “You promised to teach me to read. This is a collection of fairy tales. Andersen’s Fairy Tales. I noticed that one of the details from The Little Mermaid story was different from the film, so I want to know how the story actually ends in the book.”

Harry sighed as he took the book and looked at the cover. When he glanced up, Ezi was giving him these big puppy dog’s eyes with her hands clasped together in front of her chest. “It’s late,” he said tiredly.

She shook her head. “You promised!”

“I can just tell you the ending.”

“No, I want to read!”

“Fine, fine.” He put his hands up, left palm out, the other holding the book. “I guess there’s still time to teach you the alphabet then we’ll call it a day.”

Harry could have sworn he had never seen anyone as excited about learning as Ezi was, which was quite amusing, he must admit. So they sat on the couch as he taught her the alphabet and how to put letters into words. She was a fast learner, so it didn’t take long for her to memorise everything.

“It’s been three hours and I still can’t read,” Ezili whined as she hit him with a pillow.

Shocked, Harry blinked at her. “That’s not how learning works. You need time.”

“You said my brain was more developed!”

“Yeah, but still!”

Scowling, Ezi kicked Harry’s feet. “You’re the worst teacher ever. I’ll never get to know how it ends.”

“Okay, Miss Drama Queen,” Harry scoffed. “How about I read you the story now, and when you can read on your own, you can practice by rereading it?”

Ezi thought for a moment, then the line between her brows eased, and she nodded once. “But you must teach me everyday until I can read.”

“Fine,” Harry breathed as he opened the book. His body stiffened when Ezi suddenly leaned on him like he was a pillow, her cheek against his arm, and he could feel every beat of her heart.

“Go on,” she urged him, giving him a nudge.

He cleared his throat and opened the book, trying to distract his naughty mind with the innocent words of a fairy tale.

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. In the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long, gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells, that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a glittering pearl, which would be fit for the diadem of a queen...

By the time they’d finished one-third of the story, Ezi had already fallen asleep with her head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry wished he’d read this to her in bed so he wouldn’t have to carry her upstairs now. She was small and slender, but he’d had a bad day, so even the littlest inconvenience could bring down his mood. Cursing under his breath, he picked her up and carried her to the stairs as she curled against his chest like a little cat.

When her eyelids fluttered, he thought she was going to jolt awake, but then her brows knitted, and she murmured, “Mother, please...give me more time. I will bring you the heart…the heart...”

He chuckled and put her down on the bed.

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old-hyper-super-clover · 3 years ago

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For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--

Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~

FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!

To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)

Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~

Part 1

MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.

Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?

Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.

The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.

And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.

Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.

"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.

"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."

Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"

"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"

Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.

"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"

"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."

"But-"

"Now."

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.

But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...

Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.

So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:

"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"

"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"

"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"

That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...

An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.

Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.

But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.

In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:

"Off to the beach we go!"

Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.

Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.

Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.

"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.

"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."

The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."

Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.

"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.

"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.

"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.

"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."

The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.

Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"

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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.

And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...

Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."

"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.

In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.

"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."

Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.

"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.

"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."

"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"

"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."

Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."

Suddenly, another voice joined the group.

"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."

"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."

Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.

Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:

'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.

'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.

'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'

Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."

Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"

A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.

Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"

Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.

"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"

"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."

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(To be continued...)

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justfangirlthingies · 4 years ago

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Love Story (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

This is a songfic based on "Love Story" by Taylor Swift

Dad! Draco is something I absolutely adore, I just couldn't help myself

Word count: 2568 words

Warnings: a bit of angst maybe, but the rest is fluff

The reader is a pureblood, but that's only mentioned once, so I guess if you want to change that up in your head feel free to do so, it's not like I can control your thoughts or anything

Soft draco content!

Also, this is my first time writing anything for Draco, sorry if he's a little OOC, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. I just found this idea cute. That's it. Carry on with your reading :)

By the way, the war and all that jazz did happen I just, I dunno left it out because that would've been too much

"Darling!? Are you alright?" Your husband barged into the hospital room. His platinum hair disheveled and tie loosened. He was panting heavily, presumably from running all the way here from his workplace. "I came as fast as I could, but the minister wouldn't let me leave early, since I'd be at home for the next weeks anyways." A soft smile graced your lips as you spoke up "Draco it's fine don't worry. I'm - I mean we are fine"

His eyes flooded with guilt as a look of sorrow took over his face "I-I missed it? I'm so sorry I wasn't there..." Draco stammered quietly as he slowly started to approach you. You gave a small nod as you reached your arms out for him. The blonde didn't hesitate to engulf your smaller form into his arms as soon as he had reached the hospital bed you were sprawled out on. "It's not your fault love" You whispered soothingly while you allowed your fingers to run through his already messy hair. Soft lips brushed your temple as you basked in Draco's warmth. The male moved away from you a bit to catch a glimpse of your face. "Is it a girl or a-" but before he could finish, the door opened once again and in came a doctor with a small bundle wrapped in a lime green blanket in his arms. "Ah you must be Mr. Malfoy then."

Draco just stared at the blankets and gave a small nod, trying to make out the baby underneath. He watched as the doc handed you the small human. A smile etched onto your lips as you took the baby from the man. Your husband finally caught sight of your child. Well of the blond fuzz on the baby's head to be exact. You noticed his stare and giggled "You want to hold him Draco?" You questioned and without even giving him time to think, handed him your newborn. "He?" he smiled tenderly when he finally saw the baby-boy's full face. His icy blue eyes found a pair of identically coloured irises staring back up at him.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" The doctor asked after a few minutes. This resulted in Draco looking up from his son and throwing a questioning gaze at you. "Go ahead." You reassured him.

It's not like he had to make up a name on the spot. After all the two of you talked a lot about baby names and had decided to stay with the Black family tradition for the naming, seeing as upholding this tradition was of utter importance to him. It was a relieve to see you hadn't changed your mind about the name you had decided on beforehand.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy" spoke the love of your life. Huge grins on both of your faces as Draco pulled you closer towards him and Scorpius so he could hold the whole extent of his new family in his arms.

With that the doctor left the three of you to have some privacy and to get to know your son.

A content sigh left your lips and you decided to speak up "Look how far we've come Dray. We survived my father and a war, moved in together, got married and now we're starting a new chapter. A family"

"Ah yes of course." he replied before a smirk appeared on his face "Though I have to say, your father was the greatest challenge we've had to overcome." A chuckle escaped his lips as he started reminiscing about the past "Do you remember how we met?"

You hummed in response "We were both young when I first saw you"

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

Your eyelids fluttered close as you swayed in the memory of the first time you laid your eyes on him.

▪︎

I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

It was a peaceful evening. A little boring for a nine-year-old maybe, but still nice. Your family had hosted a ball and invited all the other well known and mostly wealthy pureblood families. Nothing unusual.

One thing however, was a little extraordinary. Notoriously you were the only child at such gatherings, but on this fateful night you had seen another child. A pale boy around your age, you guessed. His gelled back hair was a white-blond colour, it framed his face along with his sharp, pointed features. That's when your (e/c) orbs met his piercing grey ones.

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

This encounter made your evening much more eventful and enjoyable and it also gained you a friend for life.

Little did I know that you were Romeo

Had you known who he was back then, maybe you would've kept your distance. But the thing is, you didn't know.

▪︎

From then on your friendship only continued to blossom as years passed by

Sometimes Draco would sneak out of his house just to wake you up and spend time with you in the middle of the night. Many times you woke to a tapping sound coming from your window

you were throwin' pebbles

In the beginning you were surprised to see him, standing outside underneath your window when you opened it. Occasionally you'd sneak out and go for walks.

His nightly visits became more frequent, often leading to you sneaking him into your home, up the stairs and into your room.

On some instances you spent hours on end just talking. Other times, you spent those same hours engulfed in one another's embrace, lips meeting each other halfway, limbs entangled and bodies pressed together.

Unfortunately your father had seen the light from underneath your door and heard voices talk when he woke that night. He barged into your room and as he saw the Malfoy boy sitting criss cross on your carpeted floor, the two of you deeply engulfed in conversation, he yanked the blonde up and dragged him out of your room and down the stairs

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet (Y/n)"

You had followed after them as tears cascaded down your cheeks. And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"" His heart broke then and there as he watched your devastated form call out to him in vain. Before Draco had a chance to answer your request he was shoved out the front door by your father.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! Just what do you think you're doing sneaking around with the Malfoy boy?!" Your father hollered, his voice laced with anger. The man you called your father could be very intimidating at times, especially when he was fuming and glared at someone, just like he was doing with you now. The adult's words dripping from his voice like venom "You won't see him again." "Bu-" You were about to cut him off and protest, but he just continued and talked over your failed attempt to interrupt him "I don't want you talking to the son of a death eater! He's probably already one himself."

Your face contorted into a scowl as you seethed at him through your teeth, tears still dropping from your shimmering (e/c) irises "You can't tell me what to do!" It slipped past your lips and your face nearly went to a look of surprise at your own words. Your eyes widened slightly, but now that you had already made the mistake of talking back to him with that attitude, what did you have to lose? You tried to keep your demeanor the way it was when you talked back to the man you called your father.

"What was that young lady?!" He scolded "That's no way to talk to your father (Y/n)!" You snarled at him before you got up from your place on the staircase and turned to retrieve to your room, making sure to slam the door on your way. Waking your mother and siblings in the process. You only knew that because you heard voices and different footsteps.

As soon as the door was properly shut you threw yourself onto the bed and hugged one of your pillows close to you as you sobbed and screamed in frustration, pain, anger, sadness, agony or however you would like to describe it. The fact that the pillow you were currently clutching to your body as you shook with tears, still smelled of the boy who had captured your heart and was with you not even 10 minutes ago just had you break down even more. That is how you went to sleep that dreadful night. Crying yourself to sleep while you held onto the pillow for dear life.

▪︎

It took you some time, but you found a way to meet up again. In secret.

Just you and him.

Merlin knows what would happen if someone found out that the two of you were sneaking around again.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

▪︎

So close your eyes

"We should run away together Draco. Just imagine all the things we could do then." you suggested quietly, your head resting on his chest.

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

▪︎

Of course it was only a matter of time until your father found out about your little ordeal again.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet(Y/n)"

And once again you found yourself in an oddly familiar occurrence as you were crying after the man you loved. It pained both of you to see each other hurt. "But you were everything to me" Draco called out to you and he made sure your father had heard him too, for the young Mr. Malfoy was indeed completely and utterly in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show it. As soon as your pleas reached his ears again he felt his heart sink in his chest. I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

▪︎

Maybe your father was right, maybe you did deserve someone better, Draco thought. At least that's what the silver-eyed boy told himself. It was his only way of staying sane and grounded. His way to cope was to hope you'll meet someone better than him, someone more deserving of your love, even though that thought hurt him, it was a comfort to think that, maybe you'd move on, but his heart still held onto the last bits of hope he had left in him. And that's when it happened. An owl landed on his windowsill. Not just any owl. Your owl and the letter it carried had your family's seal on it.

He felt his heartbeat increase rapidly, his hands clammy as he opened the window. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smile, to cry, scream or throw up then and there because that letter could contain anything. A wedding invite maybe? He hoped not. After contemplating for a bit he decided on opening your letter. As he did so, he became more nervous with each passing second, still clinging tightly onto the last bit of hope he had left.

The letter read: "Romeo Draco, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Oh but this time he would say "Yes"

Oh, oh

For this time, he had a plan and he was determined to execute his plan

▪︎

I got tired of waiting. Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around. My faith in you was fading

You were on the breach of losing all your hope, but you decided you'd try one last time. So you went to the place you'd told him you'd wait for him. If he didn't show up today then that's it, you would give up. However, what you didn't expect was to actually meet him face to face. When I met you on the outskirts of town,

When your eyes met his again for the first time in so long you didn't know how to react. Was it appropriate to hug him? You weren't sure so you just stood there frozen on the spot when you asked him once again. Desperately clutching to your last bit of hope that you didn't even know you had left.

and I said

"Romeo Draco, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Tears streamed down your face as you poured your heart out to him and when you felt his warmth surround you, you didn't hesitate to lap onto him with all your might. After a few minutes he tore himself away from you and when his grey eyes met pools of (e/c), he saw the terror in your eyes. Did you think he didn't want to be with you? "I'm sorry this took so long love" he spoke, leaving you with a confused expression on your face "but your father is a tough man" he chuckled. This only earned him another puzzled look from you as you arched an eyebrow in utter bewilderment. You were not sure what he was about to do and you certainly didn't expect him to do the thing he was about to do.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Juliet (Y/n). You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes""

There you stood before him. Eyes wide. Eyes that you couldn't believe. All you could do was just stand and stare.

"Umm...(Y/n)?" Draco looked up at you, his eyes holding only love and adoration and maybe a hint of fear because you were not answering. He gently reached upwards and caressed one of your soft hands. The touch bringing you back to reality and out of your trance. "An answer would be nice" he chuckled nervously. You quickly pulled him up by his hand and kissed him "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" you grinned and beamed up at him. You leaned in again and brushed your lips lightly against his as you spoke against the soft skin "Yes Draco. Yes"

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

▪︎

All of a sudden you were ripped from your little bubble by soft cries.

Just like that, in the spur of a moment, you were back to reality. Slowly your eyelids fluttered open, only to see your husband cradling your son in his arms to cease his crying "Shh, shhh, shh. It's alright Scorpius, your daddy is here" he cooed softly "we need to be quiet buddy because mommy is sleeping and mommy deserves her sleep after such an exhausting day." Draco smiled triumphantly when little Scorpius stopped crying "And you need all your sleep as well, your day was just as exhausting" he whispered softly.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

#songfic #harry potter fanfiction #hp #draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x y/n #pureblood reader #Love Story #taylor swift #dad draco #dad!draco #dad! draco #hp imagines #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader

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izzyfandoms · 3 years ago

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A Sleep So Sweet - Chapter Six

When Emile discovered he was the soulmate of the prince of a magical species known as Beings, he did not know how to react. Beings were terrifying, powerful creatures, who often did not care for humanity, and, in their first meeting, his soulmate, the sleep prince, seemed to be no different.

Will Emile fall in love with his soulmate, or are they simply not meant to be?

SHIPS: Remile, Moxiety

WARNINGS: Scary beings, stalking

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1 @yourneighborhooddisaster @alexxander-the-gay @full-of-roman-angst-trash @selfcarejanus

A SLEEP SO SWEET TAGLIST: @spellingwillbethedeathofme

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A Sleep So Sweet Masterpost

Emile stared at the two Beings stood in front of him.

They stared back at him. The short blue one was smiling, and wriggling slightly like he was excited, whilst the other one looked almost bored, his eyes flicking between Emile and the blue Being. He towered over them, somehow even taller than October had been, which was incredibly intimidating, though he did not actually look like he wanted to hurt Emile. He had lessened the fear that had penetrated Emile’s body upon seeing him, though some of it was certainly still there, and he also did not really look like he wanted to be there.

Emile swallowed, pushing down the bits of fear that remained inside of him, straightening up and taking a single step away from the door, towards the two Beings stood in front of him, trying his best to be brave.

Apparently, this was his life now, so he might as well do his best to get used to terrifying Beings showing up around him: in his workplace and his home.

“Um... who, uh, who exactly are you?”

The smaller Being smiled at him.

“Well, I am a Being of memory,” he said, before he gestured at the Being stood beside him. “And he is a Being of fear.”

“Okay...” Emile said slowly. “And, um... what exactly are you doing in my apartment?”

“We’re friends of the sleep prince!”

Ah. Of course.

Emile tried his best not to sigh.

“Right. Yes.” He paused. “So, is there a reason why my soulmate’s friends keep showing up to meet me? Were you sent by him?”

The Being of memory blinked, tilting his head and pausing.

“Who else has shown up?” he asked.

Emile stared at him for a moment, a little surprised.

“Well, he said his name was October, but I guess that probably doesn’t mean much to you. You know, with your lack of names and everything.”

The Being of memory’s brow creased. He paused, thinking, for a few seconds, before he looked up at the Being of fear, a questioning expression on his face. He did not need to communicate with words for the other Being to know what he wanted to ask.

“October sounds like the kind of name the skeleton would choose,” the Being of fear answered.

That sounded right.

Emile nodded. “Well, he was definitely a skeleton.”

The Being of Memory turned back to Emile with a smile.

“October does sound like the kind of human name the skeleton would use. That’s one of your human months, right? It has that holiday, oh, what’s it called...?”

“Halloween?” Emile suggested.

“Yes! Halloween.” The Being of memory turned to the Being of fear and gave him a smile. “You like Halloween, don’t you?”

The Being of fear nodded. A small smile appeared on his face, like he was thinking of Halloween fondly, and Emile was now just a little bit less afraid of these Beings. Sure, they had showed up in his apartment unannounced, and they looked just a little bit terrifying, but they were friendly!

Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all.

The Being of memory turned back to Emile, giving him a smile.

“Do you like Halloween?” he asked.

Emile nodded, giving the Being of memory a smile in response.

“Yes!” he said. “It’s fun. I get to dress up as my favourite cartoon characters!”

The Being of memory tilted his head. “What’s a cartoon?”

“Oh, it’s like... a moving picture.”

The Being of memory gasped. “Like magic?”

Emile laughed. “No, no. It’s more like... you take multiple pictures that are almost the same and then switch between them quickly and it looks like a moving picture.”

There were also 3D animations, but Emile didn’t really know how to explain that to two Beings who had probably never even seen a computer before.

“Ooh, that sounds so cool!” the Being of memory practically squealed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot in excitement. He then turned his head, smiling up at the other Being. “Doesn’t it sound cool, honey?”

The Being of fear nodded, smiling just a little, his expression fond, as he looked down at the Being of memory.

“I didn’t know Beings used pet names,” Emile commented. “I mean, you don’t use regular names.”

“Oh, we don’t usually,” the Being of memory said, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “But I heard a human use ‘honey’ for her wife once, and it just sounded so sweet! I couldn’t not use it.” His smile then turned just a little wistful. “Oh, I wish Beings had human names, though. It just sounds like so much fun!”

Emile blinked, a little surprised.

“Well... you could always choose one, right? Like October?”

The Being of memory stared at him for a few seconds, before his expression lit up with excitement.

“Oh my gosh! I could, couldn’t I? Oh, I have to! I just have to!” He bounced up and down on the spot excitedly. Then, he turned to the other Being. “Ooh, do you want a name, too?”

The Being of fear thought about it for a moment, before he nodded.

The Being of memory excitedly turned back to Emile.

“You’re the human, you must be an expert at human names! Can you help us find the best ones?”

Emile hesitated for a few moments.

Well... he didn’t exactly have any plans for tonight, other than watching cartoons and going to be early.

Okay. Well, he might as well help two Beings find their own names. He couldn’t think of anything better to do, and, honestly, it didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. It might even be fun!

And, well, maybe he’d learn more about his soulmate by talking with two of his friends.

“Okay,” Emile said, offering the two Beings a smile.

“Yes!” the Being of memory cheered.

He leapt towards Emile, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a hug. The moment the skin of the Being touched him, a memory flashed across his mind.

Playing in the sand, his fathers beside him. A sandcastle in front of him. Pride swelling in his chest.

Then, the Being of memory pulled away, yanking the memory out of Emile’s mind as he did so, so sudden that Emile stumbled and almost fell to the floor.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I forgot about the effect I have on humans,” the Being of memory apologised quickly. “I’m so, so, so sorry. Are you okay?”

It took Emile a few moments to put the words together in his mind.

“Oh, um, I’m- I’m okay, I think. What was that?”

“When I touch a human, a memory always rises to the top of their mind.”

Emile took another moment, feeling his vision clear. “Okay, does it- does it work on Beings?”

“Only when I want it to,” the Being of memory explained. He then glanced back over his shoulder at the Being of fear. “And when he touches a human, it feels them with fear. So, um, you probably shouldn’t do that.”

Emile blinked, a memory suddenly surfacing at the top of his mind – though it was natural, unlike when the Being of memory had touched him.

“Are you the one who made Sleep’s sword?” he asked the Being of fear.

The Being of fear nodded. “I did.”

“So... you’re a knight?”

“I am.”

“That’s how we met the sleep prince!” the Being of memory explained. “Can we find names for us, now?”

Emile blinked at the sudden change of topic, but wasn’t too surprised by it. The Being of memory certainly seemed very enthusiastic at the thought of finding a name for himself, and Emile smiled slightly at him in response.

Emile nodded. “Yes. I’ll just grab my laptop, we can look up baby name websites.”

The Being of memory let out an excited sound, flapping his hands.

“Yes! Let’s do that!” He took a step towards Emile, before he took a step back. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t hug you again, should I?”

Emile gave him an appreciative smile. “Thanks.”

***

“How about Patrick?” Emile asked, scrolling down the list of names and picking out one at random.

The Being of memory hummed, before he shook his head.

“That doesn’t sound right. I like the ‘p’ sound, though!”

“Okay, ‘p’ words it is,” Emile said, turning back to the list and looking over the names that started with the letter p.

There were so many of them, it would have been impossible to go through every single one of them, but he could at least pick out a few and read them aloud. His eyes scanned the list, trying to find one that he felt fit the Being of memory.

“Percy?” he read out. The Being of memory shook his head. “Peter?” There was another shake of the head. “Philip?” The head was shaken again, so he looked back over the list. His eyes scanned the columns of names, before he settled on one that he thought sounded nice. “Um... Patton?”

There was a pause, and then the Being of memory let out a delighted gasp.

“Patton!” he turned to the Being of fear. “Do I look like a Patton?”

The Being of fear thought for a moment, before he nodded.

The Being of memory turned back to Emile with a giant smile on his face. “Do I look like a Patton?”

Emile gave him a smile in response. “I think so.”

“Patton,” the Being of memory said, before nodding to himself. “I’m Patton!”

Patton smiled again, wide and bright and making Emile wonder how he ever felt afraid of this cheerful, friendly Being. It was almost cute, though Emile certainly had no romantic interest in him.

The Being of fear seemed to agree with Emile’s silent thought, a small, fond smile appearing on his face as he looked over Patton. Then, Patton reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling gently at the... skin?

No, it did not look like the Being of fear was made of skin, now that Emile looked closer at him. He looked almost... plush. Like a child’s toy. The patches on his body looked actually sewn on, like he was a toy that had been broken and then sewn back together.

“What kind of name would you like, honey?”

The Being of fear thought about it for a few moments, before he spoke, his voice deep.

“I would like a name that starts with ‘v’.”

Patton smiled, nodding, and then turned back to Emile.

Emile nodded. “Okay, a name that starts with the letter ‘v’. We can do that.”

He turned back to his laptop, finding a list of names that started with the letter ‘v’ and clicking on it. He looked it over, his eyes scanning the names.

“Vincent?” he offered.

The Being of fear’s nose wrinkled. He shook his head.

“Victor?”

There was another shake of the head.

Okay, maybe these simple ‘v’ names weren’t the right move. The Being of fear was scary, intimidating, maybe he wanted a name that matched his vibe.

But what would that name be?

He looked over the list of names once more, before his eyes settled on one that sounded just right.

“Virgil?”

There was a pause, and Patton turned to the Being of fear, tilting his head in a questioning expression. The Being of fear seemed to think about it for a few moments, which was a little creepy as he did not need to blink and therefore did not.

“I like Virgil,” he said finally.

Patton beamed. “Virgil is perfect!”

Virgil gave him a small smile in return. He then reached out, taking one of Patton’s hands into one of his own and squeezing it. Patton’s smile turned fond, and he squeezed the hand back.

Emile suddenly felt like he was intruding on a private moment shared between the two Beings, despite the fact that they were in his apartment. To give them just the littlest bit of privacy, he turned back to his laptop, closing the tabs that had baby name websites open in them.

Then, he glanced back up at Patton and Virgil, just as they looked away from each other and to him.

Emile’s eyes focused on the glasses that were perched on the bridge of Patton’s nose. He had wondered why he had them – surely Beings didn’t deal with problems like bad eyesight? – and now seemed as good a time as any to ask.

“How come you have glasses?” Emile asked. “I mean, aren’t they a human thing?”

“Oh! I found them; aren’t they cool?” Patton said, reaching up and plucking the glasses off of his own nose. “Humans are so fascinating! You found ways to fix your problems without magic! That’s just so cool!”

Emile smiled. “I think magic is just as cool.”

Patton shook his head. “No, no. Magic is magic, but your human things, your- your, what’s it called...?”

“Science?” Virgil suggested.

“Yes!” Patton turned back to Emile. “Your science is so interesting!”

“It is!” Emile agreed. “I mean, I don’t get most of it, but it sure is fascinating!”

“You don’t understand it?” Patton asked, tilting his head in slight confusion.

“Well, not really. I mean, I had science classes as a kid, but I never really got chemistry or physics or biology. I was always more interested in psychology and things like that. Some people know all about them, though! My friend, Logan, is a science teacher, and it’s always so cool to hear him talk about the stuff he knows!”

Patton smiled. “Ooh, well I’d love to meet him someday!”

Emile smiled back. “Well, I’m sure I could arrange that.”

Patton let out a delighted sound, moving as if he was about to hug Emile, but stopping himself just before he could. He let out a slight laugh.

“Oh, yeah, I shouldn’t do that,” he said.

Emile gave him an amused look in response. “Probably not.”

Patton gave him another smile, before he let out a cheerful laugh.

“Wow, I can’t wait to tell the sleep prince all about this!” he said. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that we’re getting to know his soulmate!”

Emile felt his smile begin to slip, but he immediately fixed it back onto his face. “Right....”

Patton looked at him, tilting his head slightly as he looked him over. There was silence for a few seconds: awkward and almost making Emile squirm on the spot.

Did Patton and Virgil know what Emile and Sleep’s two meetings had been like? Emile did not know exactly how close Patton and Virgil were with Sleep. Maybe he had not told them how they had gone, and that would explain just how casual Patton and Virgil were with Emile.

They, at least, seemed to not view humans as lesser – they wanted names like them, and Patton had spoken enthusiastically about science – so maybe they weren’t that close with Sleep.

“What’s wrong?” Patton asked eventually, his voice full of concern.

“Nothing,” Emile answered immediately, rubbing his arm with his hand. “It’s just... mine and Sleep’s first meetings weren’t exactly... the best.”

Patton’s expression turned to one of sympathy. “Oh no! What happened?”

Emile shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

He didn’t want to be rude about Sleep, not at all. But... well, Sleep had behaved pretty badly, talking about humans as if they were lesser.

Emile was surprised that his friends even liked humans. Maybe Patton, Virgil and Sleep had just never had the opportunity to talk about humanity, and Patton and Virgil just did not know that that was what Sleep’s opinions on them were.

Did Emile really want to be the one to let them know that their friend was like that?

“Well...” Emile paused, unsure of exactly what to say. “He was kinda... rude... about humans. He looks down on us. He said we were less than Beings, pretty explicitly.”

“Oh,” Patton said, his brow creased.

He immediately turned to look at Virgil, and their eyes met. Then, Virgil shrugged and turned back to Emile.

“He can be a dick sometimes.”

Patton gasped, and nudged Virgil with his arm. “Honey! Language!”

“What? It’s true.”

Emile blinked, surprised. “I thought you guys were friends.”

“We are,” Virgil said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t criticise him. He can be pretty stuck-up and selfish sometimes, though he is a prince, so I guess it makes sense.”

“Yeah...” Emile trailed off, looking down at his lap. “I told him that he needed to change his mind about humans. I said maybe he should spend some time around them – to maybe use that necklace of his that changes his form to look more human.”

“That makes sense,” Patton said. He paused, looking thoughtful. Then, he straightened up. “We’ll talk to him,” he said.

Emile stared at him, just a little surprised.

“You will?”

Patton nodded firmly. “Yup! He needs to understand that humans are just as cool as Beings are. And sometimes... they’re even cooler! I mean, magic is cool, but science, that’s fascinating!”

He looked excited at just the word ‘science’ and Emile could not help but smile slightly.

“Okay,” he said. “Thank you.”

That had gone better than Emile had expected. Maybe – if these two Beings could talk to Sleep – he and Sleep would actually be able to work things out.

He didn’t really want to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help it.

Maybe things would get better.

Patton suddenly stood up, and held out his hand to help Virgil up, too. Virgil placed his hand in Patton’s awaiting palm, allowing him to pull him up – which was just the slightest bit comical, given their height difference – and then they both turned back to Emile.

“We’ll go talk to him now,” Patton said.

Emile blinked. “Now?”

Patton nodded firmly. “Right now.” He offered Emile a small smile, whilst reaching up and adjusting his own glasses. “You two are soulmates. You’re supposed to make each other happy. This situation is sucky, but it’s not unsolvable. We’ll help you. We’ll talk to the sleep prince, and maybe he’ll take your suggestion and spend some time around humans. He’ll learn that you guys are just as amazing as we are!”

Emile stared at him a little longer. “You’d really do that for me? You just met me.”

Patton nodded, smiling. “You’re my friend now. Of course I want to help you.” He then turned to Virgil, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Come on, honey, let’s go.”

And then, before Emile could even say goodbye, they were gone, becoming a blur and a patch of darkness, before disappearing into nothingness.

Emile stared at the spot they had stood, before he leant back against the sofa cushions and sighed.

Patton and Virgil had been nice, friendly, but that did not make the situation he was in any less absolutely insane. When had his life become like this?

Well, he knew when. His eyes drifted to his wrist, and he pushed his sleeve up to look at the little crescent moon and stars that were on his skin. The moment those four shapes had appeared on his wrist, his life had gotten a whole lot more complicated.

Emile let out a soft sigh.

He wanted to go to bed.

***

He was in the middle of a field, laying on his back and staring up at the endless night sky above him. The moon shone against the black behind it. The stars twinkled.

The grass was soft, tickling his skin, though he could barely feel it, too focused on the hand that was in his.

The skin was cool, soft, like a moonbeam given form, and it made him feel calm. Safe. Happy.

He turned his head, his eyes landing on the one laying beside him, their hand in his. They turned their head, too, and their eyes met. There was a moment of silence: happy, serene silence.

And then the one beside him opened his mouth to speak.

***

Emile woke up suddenly, shooting up in bed like he had been startled.

He could barely remember his dream, but the feeling it left him with was still at the front of his mind.

What on earth had his dream been about? He searched his mind, but could not find the answer.

Emile sighed, lifting his hand to his face and rubbing the bridge of his nose like it would bring back the memory of his dream, but it did not. He closed his eyes, already feeling the emotions the dream had left behind beginning to fade.

Well, it was just a dream. It did not really matter what it had been about, it had not been real.

Still, he could not help but feel like the dream had... meant something to him. Maybe it had not been important, but it had felt good.

Then, Emile opened his eyes. He blinked, trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the almost-pitch-black darkness, and that was when he noticed that there was a figure standing at the foot of his bed.

He jolted, almost screaming but just about keeping himself from doing that, lifting his hand and clamping it over his mouth.

He stared at the figure at the foot of the bed for a few seconds, waiting for it to do something, before it suddenly spoke. The voice was loud enough to be easily understood, but was simultaneously a whisper.

“Hello,” the figure said, and it clicked in Emile’s head what this was.

It was another Whispering Being, perhaps the same one that had been bringing messages back and forth between Emile and Sleep.

Emile stared at it, wide-eyed, for a few seconds, before he finally found the strength to pull his hand away from his mouth and speak.

“H-hello,” he said, his voice coming out just the slightest bit shaky.

“I have a message from the sleep prince.”

Emile continued to stare at it, unsure of how exactly to respond to that, but before he could find the words, the Being spoke again.

“The sleep prince offers his apologies. He says he will take your advice and spend some time around humanity.”

Emile blinked, surprised, and straightened up slightly.

Sleep was... actually going to do that? Emile hadn’t expected him to, but... well, if he really was going to do that, Emile was happy.

Well, he was a little too stunned and confused right now to be that happy, but he was sure the happiness would truly fill him soon, perhaps when he was less half-asleep.

“Oh, um, okay.”

“That was all he had to say,” the Whispering Being continued. “Do you have a message you wish for me to bring to him?”

Emile stared at them for a little longer, trying to string enough words together in his head to have a coherent message for his soulmate. He was still just the slightest bit too tired, though, having just awoken.

He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was just past 2am, so it wasn’t a mystery why he was still exhausted.

He paused for slightly longer, before he spoke.

“Tell him... thank you.”

That would have to suffice.

The Whispering Being nodded. Then, after a single moment, they were gone.

Maybe Emile should have sent more of a message. Maybe he should have arranged to meet with his soulmate again. Maybe he should have said more than just a simple ‘thank you’.

But he was tired, and all he wanted to do now was go back to bed.

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