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HI can I request how the brothers and perhaps diavolo (if you want) getting manhandle by mc as a little prank:)
Hi there! I had such a good time putting these drabbles together, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them! Thank you again for your patience and for sharing such a creative prompt with me ♡
One-handed wonders
The characters with an MC who plays rough
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Diavolo
Genre: Comedy / Fluff / Light Crack
MC decides to surprise the brothers (and Lord Diavolo) with a harmless prank, catching them off guard by playfully manhandling them. Whether it's flipping them onto the couch, lifting them with unexpected strength, or pinning them for fun, reactions vary from flustered to competitive to utterly confused. Let the chaos ensue!
LUCIFER

Lucifer was not easily startled, nor was he ever caught off guard.
Until today.
He was adjusting his gloves in the hallway when MC strolled by with a knowing smirk. Without warning, they grabbed the front of his coat and spun him around, using his own momentum to push him gently but firmly onto the nearby couch in the common room.
Lucifer blinked. Stared at the ceiling. "...Excuse me?"
MC leaned over with a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Surprised, aren't you?"
He sat up slowly, smoothing his coat with feigned dignity.
"If you think you can just—" They poked his chest and he actually flinched. "Alright. You’ve made your point. But don’t think I’ll forget this."
Plot twist: he absolutely will. In fact, he’s already planning revenge. But he also kind of liked it.
MAMMON

"H-Hey! What’re ya—WHOA!"
MC had tackled him from behind while he was lounging on the couch, sending them both tumbling onto the cushions.
Mammon flailed helplessly, caught in a flustered mess of limbs and blushes. "You can't just do that, human!"
"Why not? You looked bored."
"B-Bored?! I’m the Great Mammon! I ain’t never bored—!" MC flipped him over onto his back, straddled his hips, and grinned down at him.
Mammon: [blue screen of death]. He'd short-circuited. Fully broken.
Later, he refused to admit he liked it. "Tch. I let ya do it. Yeah. Totally on purpose."
LEVIATHAN

Levi screamed.
It wasn’t even a dramatic yell, just a high-pitched, anime-protagonist level scream.
He was mid-game when MC appeared behind him and suddenly lifted him out of his chair like he weighed nothing.
"AHHH—put me down, I’m fragile!!" MC just laughed and spun around with him, bridal-style.
He clung to them like a terrified koala, his headset dangling off one ear. "T-This isn’t fair! IRL physics don’t work like this!"
Later, in the privacy of his room, Levi dramatically collapsed on his bed. "They manhandled me like an otome love interest… I’m not okay…"
Spoiler: he was very okay.
SATAN

Satan was reading in his chair.
Keyword: was.
MC crept up silently and yanked the book from his hands, tossed it onto the cushion, then grabbed his arm and hauled him up with shocking ease.
"What are you—" They twisted and gently tripped him onto the plush rug, rolling him over like a confused cat.
He just… stared at them.
Then at the ceiling.
Then at them again.
"Is this… some sort of new flirting technique?"
MC just grinned.
Satan grinned back. "Interesting. I’ll take notes."
ASMODEUS

Asmo squealed, but not out of fear. More like theatrical surprise.
"MC, you beast~! I was NOT ready!"
He was applying lip gloss in front of his mirror when MC snuck up and swept him off his feet. Bridal style. No warning.
"Darling, you’re going to smudge my contour!"
He clung to their neck anyway. MC spun them both around in front of the mirror.
"Oh, we do look good together like this… Should I make a couple post?"
Ten minutes later, there were 12 photos of Asmo being carried like royalty, with glitter filters and captions like: "Caught by surprise by my strong, mysterious lover 💋🖤"
BEELZEBUB

MC didn’t really expect to move Beel.
So when they told him to look the other way and then shoved him backwards onto the bed (with a lot of momentum and a tiny hop), it actually worked.
Beel blinked up at them, sprawled like a sleepy bear. "…You’re really strong." MC flopped down beside him, panting.
"I cheated. Floor was slippery." Beel just nodded solemnly and handed them the snack he was holding.
"You win. Want a cookie?"
BELPHEGOR

"…Are you trying to start something?"
That was all Belphie said when MC yanked him by the collar and dragged him out of his napping spot.
He didn’t resist.
MC tugged him onto the couch, wrapped a blanket around them both, and snuggled in as the dominant big spoon.
Belphie blinked.
"…I see. This is a power play." He sighed. "Fine. You win. But I’m going to nap on top of you now."
MC didn’t object. He did, in fact, do exactly that.
DIAVOLO

No one dared prank the Prince.
Except MC.
Barbatos was just out of the room when MC crept up behind Diavolo during a meeting break. With zero hesitation, they grabbed both his arms and spun him around, pinning him playfully against the bookshelf.
"Surprise!"
Diavolo looked stunned.
Then amused.
Then very interested.
"Oh? I didn’t expect that from you, MC."
Barbatos walked back in, paused, and blinked at the sight. Diavolo laughed heartily. "Barbatos, I’m under attack. Call for help."
Barbatos: sips tea and leaves again.
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Whb 7 Kings react to sick!reader
WHB x Fem!reader
Sfw but suggestive thanks to several demons.
This post is a gift for @notquitebunnie
But all can read!
To anyone who is sick and finds this rest well! Make sure to eat and drink plenty of water! :)
This is a Headcannon formatted like a storyline! All devil and their parts written will be out of order to fit the plot!! Please enjoy~
Intro:
Did you think just because you were in hell you were safe from the cons of human mortality... Well maybe you did. Until you where woken up by the churning nausea You felt in your stomach the metallic taste on your tongue as your mouth screams for water. But as you turned to get up you crushing feeling of weakness and a searing migraine hits you like a train.
Your nose was stuffy, and it hurt to swallow, Your body ached and you somehow felt cold. You wish you never woke up as you tossed the sheets back over your body cocooning yourself.
But that sweet, sweet relief of peace didn't last long, as your bedroom door slammed open. The lock on your door snapped under the pressure of being forced open, and the loud noise made your head throb. Oh God, how could you forget where you are and who you surround yourself with?
Satan

The human who usually comes for the breakfast and tea Sitri prepares every morning has not even shown up. Sitri was way more pressed about it than Satan who just told Sitri to fuck off. He knew what it's like The sleep inn. Sometimes, your body just doesn't feel ready to get up yet. "Eh fuck off. You're worrying too much... Being 10 minutes late ain't going to kill you..." But then Sitri replied. " When I press my ear to the door that's Solomon usually keeps locked her heartbeat was about 30% faster than it usually is!"
Satan cussed under his breath. This is a human we're talking about—a human the angels are gnashing their teeth to kill. A faster heart rate is a good sign of stress, and if the daughter of Solomon is stressed, there must be a reason. Maybe checking in on her wouldn't hurt.
Caring little for the new lock she installed on her door, he practically beat the door off its hinges as he stormed into the room with Sitri in tow. "HEY! WAKEY WAKEY WOMAN!"
Satan yells as he marches over to your bed carelessly grabbing the sheets and tossing it off. As soon as he saw your body curled up wincing in pain trying to hide your eyes from the bright light he immediately sensed something was wrong. Immediately his harsh tone softens But on the inside his boiling hot rage only increased, seeing her like this made his blood boil. "Is everything all right?!" He hissed through his teeth as his hands quick and urgently checked for any wounds. "You're not physically hurt... What the fuck?"
With a pissed off grow your weak voice managed to tremble out "get out Satan! Trying to fucking sleep I don't feel good..."
Getting yelled at by you was always a treat as he felt his heart flutter, but there were more concerning matters at play. "Fuck no I'm not getting the fuck out. What's wrong with you? Why do you not feel good?!"
You knew screaming at him would just encourage his behavior so you just stayed silent putting the pillow over your head trying your best to ignore him.
Despite you telling him to leave you alone Satan stayed in your room all day on his knees his chin resting on the mattress He looks like a kicked puppy waiting for its master has he pestered you with all kinds of questions that you couldn't nor cared little to answer. "Did you eat something bad?"
"no."
"Is it poison?"
"no."
"are you sure you didn't get stabbed or shot or-"
"No!"
...
... "Is your pussy shedding?"
*irritated sighs*
Mammon

Satan didn't want to do this but he had no choice. if it had something to do with Solomon wants to send it it was a national hell-wide issue. But to not cause complete chaos he couldn't just release it to the public that's something was wrong with Solomon's daughter. So for now he told someone who's he's the closest to.
And he regretted it instantly.
Satan: I think our human is broken.
SilverSpoonBitch: ???
Satan: *sends a picture of a sick human lying face down on the bed.*
SilverSpoonBitch: Maybe she is finally tired of being around poor people.
Satan: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS I BEEN TRYING TO ASK YOU FOR FUCKING HELP CAN'T YOU JUST COME OVER WITH YOUR FANCY LITTLE GADGETS AND SHIT AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IF SHE DIES I'M KILLING YOU.
Mammon came as quickly as he could his helicopter landing right in front of Satan's palace. Instead of a warm welcome he was instead screamed at by a tiny flee.
"CAN YOU FUCKING TRAVEL HERE NORMALLY?!" Satan snarled the way his hair was standing on end and his back was arched to reminded Mammon of an angry kitten.
"Relax my tiny terror. The helicopter is here for a reason. How else am I going to get here with all these things... You told me to bring whatever I could to see what's wrong with her, did you not?" Say no only answered with a growl as Bimet steps out the other side of the helicopter. "Also your majesty Satan. Could you provide us with extra hands? "
...
Great, more noise—that's exactly what you needed. You heard whispered voices coming down the hall. You fake sobbed to yourself as you pressed harder into the pillow. The door that you spent precious time and energy on and also risked the tea you had for breakfast propping up just tipped back and slammed onto the marble floor. You heard Bimet's voice first. "I've seen her look bad wearing hobo rags but never like this... "
Mammon hummed putting a hand to his chin "indeed She looks like she's in pain? Are you sure you checked for wounds?"
"I TOLD YOU FOR THE LAST TIME I DID SHE'S IN PAIN BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WOUND IS I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THERE IS ONE!?"
Fuck you Satan and you're loud ass voice.
Mammon then chuckles. "Oh you innocent little thing... Have you ever thought about internal bleeding?!" Sitri and Satan's eyes widen as they never thought about that before.
Bimet chimes in with a proud smile "His Majesty Mammon and just blessed you with his wealthy knowledge! Your majesty, you are truly a gift to this world!"
Mammon gets closer You felt his big hands on you, normally you would be more than okay with this but today all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never be seen again as you felt his strong hand stroking all over your body trying to find where you might have damaged something inside you. When his fingers pressed on your stomach your eyes shut open. You felt it. The churning in your stomach finally winning you over the devil's watched with wide eyes and shock as you sprint to the bathroom attached to your bedroom life your life depended on it. You didn't even care closing the door as everything you tried eating and have drank goes down the drain. You've never seen such a look on Mammon as he scoops you up off the bathroom floor cleaning your mouth with his own clothes. You putting you back in bed.
"This is serious..." Mammon growls. "I didn't feel any internal bleeding... But when I pressed over her stomach that's what she did. I know very little about stomachs and food... Buuut we know someone who might..."
Beelzebub

Beelzebub Who is leaning against the door just called out to the devil's in front of him "You called?" He said with a sly smile as Mammon and Satan turned around to face him. "The hell did you come from?" Satan asked.
"I mean I was just wondering around but it was hard to miss the giant golden helicopter flying above me. " Beelzebub said his finger twirling to mimic a helicopter.
"So what's happening here?" He asked walking over to your bed sitting on the mattress next to you gently rubbing your side.
"We don't know. I found the daughter of Solomon like this. I thought someone was hurting her. There's something wrong, but we don't know what it is." Satan explained as Mammon continued. " I thought it might have been internal bleeding since Satan found no wounds. So I checked her body for it, but when I pressed on her stomach, she threw up. " Beelzebub's eyebrows furrowed immediately. "Has she eaten anything?" He asked, and Sitri shook his head. " No, Solomon didn't come down for breakfast. It looks like she drank some of the tea I left for her. But It doesn't matter now since She threw it all up. "
"could you prepare something to eat please? Of course she would probably feel pain in her stomach if she doesn't have any food in it. And she probably feels weak because of it as well. "
Satan and Mammon ordered their second in command-to prepare something. The devil Kings continued to discuss and fill in each other today. All this chatter was seriously not helping, as every now and then you would grumble and turn as much as Beelzebub's constant stroking on your back felt good. It was getting old pretty fast. The way she was tossing and turning her eyes glute shut The three kings decided to add another into their mission as Beel pulled out his phone to text an old friend. "You think he'll respond?" Mammon asks leaning over to look at the text message between Beel and Beleth.
"ya, I know Beleth Will respond but... Belphegor. Ehh It will be a while till he gets here."
Sitri comes in with hearty meats from barbecued pulled pork to premium steak then some lambs do with chopped and stewed potatoes. Bimet comes in with stressed rice dishes and grilled fish. Cooked and even plated to perfection Even some smoked salmon and caviar.
You are not hungry in fact the opposite just smelling the food in the room was making You want a hurdle
"Solomon's not eating..." Says a worried Sitri as they watched you for a while only for you to do nothing.
"obviously she's too weak She's gone too long without food we're going to have to feed her."
That sentence from the king of gluttony made you wince without your blanket of protection you just weekly tried to fight back as all you wanted to do was sleep. "Please can I please just go to sleep!"
"Solomon you can't not until you eat something!" Sitri spoke softly trying to spoon feed you a piece of steak but being careful and not being too forceful.
"our methods aren't working... And we don't want to hurt her." Satan hissed.
"I know just the guy that will make her eat." Beel chirped.
Leviathan

When he heard that something was happening to her. They made it sound like she was dying and at first they thought they were just exaggerating until he saw the state she was in.
He wanted to kill and maim everyone in the goddamn room as soon as he saw her. She looked like a disaster She looked like she was already one foot in the grave. "How could you fucking leave her like this?!" "How long was she like this!!"
They tried calming Leviathan down and explaining the situation.
Levi's and stomped over to your bed sliced a piece of something grabbed your face forcefully and tried to force your mouth open.
"You will eat this goddamn food and you will like it!!!" You are screaming back at Leviathan as the two of you start fighting. Every last bit of your strength you could muster from this hellish morning trying to fight off the one bastard you did not want to see today. You look toward the five other devils in the room, screaming for help. Only for them to look to the side, ignoring your cries for help.
"It's for your own good Solomon" Sitri muttered.
When you finally ate some by courtesy and help from your dear Leviathan.❤️
You laid down on the ground catching your breath. For a moment the king's watched you finally thinking they could arrest before you launched up running to the bathroom once more.
"This may take a while..." Beelzebub sighs
"if her body isn't cooperating then we're going to have to force it" Leviathan hissed getting a dark look in his eye that made you shudder as Mammon princess carried you back to your bed.
Belphegor

Belphegor finally arrived on Beleth's back; when he finally entered the room, he woke up with a yawn and a stretch. Beleth set him down on a nearby chair before walking up to Beel. "Sup, your majesty," He says, giving him a handshake. "Aye! I'm all right. Have you tried the stuff I sent you?" As the two talked, Belphegor scooted his chair closer to your bed. " Hm? Sooo... What's goin on?" He leaned to the side, his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his hand, occasionally closing his eyes for a power nap as they explained. "So the girl just needs sleep eh? Why'd ya call me then? Just close ya eyes, ain't hard. "
"You think she hasn't tried that already we would watch her go to sleep and then wake up. Plus it's hard to sleep when she's rushing to the bathroom every hour."
"did ya feed her?" He asked.
"yep, the finest foods from Tartaros. Didn't matter. She wouldn't keep it down" Mammon answered.
"Well, shit... Anythin puts me to sleep so I ain't sure how to deal with this." Belphegor muttered studying your face You look lethargic but not sleepy
"tsk! Can you be any more useless??? Can't you just use your power to put her to sleep?" Levi's and said his arms crossed his foot tapping.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Majesty Leviathan." Beleth piped up Make it his way to the other side of the bed His hand running through your hair as he pet you. "if we try that she might not wake up for years maybe even decades."
"Okay so that's out, So What the fuck are we going to do sing her lullabies?!" Satan growled
Belphegor did smile and chuckle at the joke but turned to Beleth "This thinking is hard, You got any ideas?"
Beleth Who was petting your head rolled his hand over your forehead His eyebrows creased as they pressed harder taking your temperature. "Your Maj, She's hot..."
"okay no shit?" Belphegor responded His eyebrow raised.
"No your Maj, I mean her temperature. Kind of reminds me of that Christmas cold she got a while back; remember, When she was hotter than a desert in a summer drought."
At this revelation Satan snarled clutching his fists. "So she's holding back her desires again?!"
He stomped forward tearing his white top clean off already but Mammon stopped him "Your eagerness is welcomed but She might already be too far gone, She can't even keep food down I've never seen a Christmas cold do that but can't be good."
"IT'S WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TO STAND THERE WHILE SHE FUCKING DIES?!" Satan screamed this time grabbing Mammon by the collar.
Belphegor already nodding off mumbles "Eh, Maybe you just need someone so lustful that it could cure her even like this."
Someone so lustful...
They all knew who he meant by that but none of the kings wanted to acknowledge him. But it had to be done... For your safety...
Asmodeus

Devils from Gehenna either coward in fear or immediately presented themselves in front of the king of the last as he made his way toward the room where he was called to do his 'work.' This was hardly the time of year to even catch the Christmas call, but who is he to complain? The six Kings, the six th buffoons, called upon him to do a task he possibly cannot refuse! So, despite women and men alike throwing their naked bodies at him, it pained him, but he had to refuse, for someone far greater waited for him.
He was already ready when he entered the room, wearing a red bathrobe and a leather case containing God knows what. The Kings stepped out of their way as he walked forward, literally in the middle of loosening his robes before getting a look at you. His eager smile disappears and is replaced by a concerned and confused look. Despite how hard he was, and believe me, he was fucking rigid. You can't expect them not to be, getting a call from the 6th most handsome devil in all of hell offering him to fuck the one woman you desire and all the world while they watch. A dream come true. But... What he was saying was not the symptoms of a Christmas cold...
"Um... excuse me, but could you mind filling me in on what happened today?" The devils were just as confused as he was, so they relented. They told him everything: the weakness in his body, the refusal to eat, the constant puking, the agitated mood, the heavy breathing, the sweaty body, everything.
And Asmodeus was staring at them eyes wide in silence.
The slut was too stunned to speak.
He stood there in silence until it finally broke but with a wheeze
And then laughter.
Not just laughter.
He was dying.
He laughed so hard that he was trying not to cough. He held his stomach, trying to keep his composure so he would not be on the floor.
He had tears in his eyes as the six kings watched as the king of lust laughed his ass off for 5 minutes before finally regaining composure and wiping the tears from his face. He tied up his robe, grabbed the blanket that had been discarded on the floor this whole time, and sat on the bed with a softened look, tucking you in.
"Are you truly this foolish? Or Is your knowledge of humans this lacking?" He asked as he looked back at the six, trying to hide the anger and embarrassment of how hard he laughed. Before Satan was about to yell Asmodeus continued. "This is no Christmas cold, nor is it a curse; she's not hurt from the inside and the outside, well, not physically... I think she's just sick. Plain and simple. "
The room was silent. And Belphegor was sleeping (possibly wanting to be woken up after the sex is over.)
"I've seen plenty of devils get sick before none of them act like this?" Leviathan questioned pointing to all of you in a slight condescending tone.
"well that's the thing my pretty princess, It's that humans immune systems are not as strong as a devil's. We are sick for hours rarely a day but when humans get sick they They can be sick for possibly days..."
He explains while his gentle hands look over at the barely eaten food keep picked up a small empty bowl getting a spoon scooping up some white rice and some miso soup to mix it together. Something light and good for the stomach.
"Here, my dear,, these animals won't bother you anymore. " He spoke in a soft tone. At first, you were frightened upon seeing him, but seeing his softened gaze and his kind, almost nurturing smile as he held what looked like something you could actually handle, You got up and started eating the miso plus white rice concoction. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't entirely good either, but to your sick mind it was the best thing you've ever had to eat all day.
Asmodeus then picks up the empty cup of tea taking up the tea bag taking out the hot tea bag and the dry tea leaves as he poured a cup of now lukewarm water. "Drink this to, It's water it's not much but you're probably thirsty."
You barely mouth a thank you before taking the cup.
Now, the devils were too stunned to speak as someone they thought would be the most useless ended up helping you. Leviathan was beyond pissed. His face was contorted with pure envy as if that was the same food he tried to force you to eat. Asmodeus got you to eat with little effort and a smile.
And honestly Satan was relieved. At this point anything would have helped, well he was angry at mostly himself for pretty much failing you and just making whatever what's wrong with you worse. Beelzebub was nodding along He didn't take an account that certain foods just won't settle well. "I understand though,"Asmodeus hummed as with his gentle hands eased you back to bed.
"I remember being just like all of you when my late wife pregnant with our first of many good morning sickness. Hehe~I thought I was about to lose her and my child." He reminisced to no one in particular. Before turning back to the group of devils
"I would advise you get a doctor as well. It's not serious. But a medical professional is always handy. "
"call Lucifer!" Leviathan barked a Satan was already on his phone. "Okay okay! God damn!"
Lucifer

Lucifer was pinching the bridges of his nose. Hearing the entire story if they thought it was a Christmas cold why didn't they call him before? He asked but he probably already knew the answer to that.
He didn't normally do personal visits but this was different. With a bag he got out some tools It wasn't much but it was enough for a diagnosis.
"looks like the flu. A common human virus. Mutates every year so humans try to get flu shots every year." He said.
"I would recommend going to the human world and getting this." With a piece of paper and a pen he writes down certain kinds of over the counter medicine and drugs. "If they have it in hell don't give it to her. Those kinds of drugs probably wouldn't be suitable for the human body. Oh and also-"
As he talks to himself he writes down the kinds of food she could eat and what else she could do.
"Her symptoms should last 5 to 7 days, I believe. If they last any longer, don't hesitate to call me." He says. He looks over at your face, and now you are breathing calmly. You finally have drifted off to sleep. A flicker of a smile graces his lips as he leans down to kiss your forehead.
Epilogue:
And with that, the great hell crisis was over... Well almost... You still wouldn't be able to get your beloved peace and quiet as you got many visits from many devils of the 72 over those seven days, some bringing care baskets while others home-cooked meals. Even those from Abbaddon who cannot leave their cells mailed you sweet treats and very saucy letters.
As much as it heavily irritated you about how horrible it was to wake up with seven loud and screaming adult men. But you knew it was out of a place of care.
Silly devils; never change.
#every time I write beleth and Belphegor dialect I lose one year of my life#whb#what in hell is bad#wihib#what in “hell” is bad?#whb x reader#whb belphegor#whb leviathan#whb lucifer#whb mammon#whb beelzebub#whb asmodeus#whb satan
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headcannons: the brothers' sleep routines
After long days–or rather, eternal nights–of the Devildom, the House of Lamentation begins to wind down. This is how the brothers get tucked in at night (or the early hours of the morning). Bonus: how you make their sleep a little better.
Lucifer
Lucifer’s sleeping habits are as disciplined as they are unhealthy. He doesn’t sleep unless the work is finished—every report filed, every brother accounted for, every late-night call with Diavolo concluded. That often means his lights don’t go out until everyone else is long asleep. He sits at his desk until his eyes blur, loosening his cravat only when he knows there’s no one left to witness it. His bed is neat, untouched more often than not, and when he finally lies down, it's out of necessity, not comfort. (He rarely makes it to bed anyhow, mostly passing out at his desk). Sleep is rarely peaceful. He clenches his jaw even in dreams, burdened by centuries of responsibility.
But when you start leaving a cup of herbal tea on his desk, the kind that helps with sleep, he pauses. When you quietly fold a blanket over his shoulders during late-night paperwork or press a kiss to his temple without demanding anything in return, he starts going to bed a little earlier. Eventually, you’re there when he climbs in, book in hand or arm around his waist and something in him finally lets go, even if only for a few hours.
Mammon
Mammon swears he doesn’t have a bedtime, but his routine is more consistent than he realizes. He crashes hard after late-night adventures, gaming sessions, or modeling gigs, never intentionally, but always in a nest of tossed clothes, old receipts, and pillows that don’t match. He kicks his blanket off in his sleep and mutters nonsense into the dark, sometimes calling out your name as if protecting you in a dream. He sleeps on his stomach, arm sprawled like he’s holding onto something that’s no longer there.
That changes when you stay over. You start picking up the clothes, dimming the lights, tucking him in properly. Mammon grumbles about being babied, but never stops you. In fact, he falls asleep faster, breath even and heart quieter, when your hand finds his under the blanket. You'll usually find yourself spooning him, and he's out like a light.
Leviathan
Levi stays up until the numbers on his screen blur, grinding games, binging anime, scrolling forums. His room is humid, the air heavy from the tank and electronics. Sleep comes in fits, often on his gaming chair or futon, usually with headphones still on and a half-eaten snack at his side. He’s used to solitude, even finds comfort in it, but it also means his mind rarely quiets down. His dreams are full of boss battles and judgmental thoughts. He sleeps curled in, defensive even in unconsciousness.
When you start joining his nightly marathons (not to game, but just to sit with him) it throws him off. You fold yourself next to him and bring a little order to the chaos: turning off the screen after his eyes close, brushing chip crumbs from his shirt, pulling a soft blanket over both of you. He resists, at first, sputtering excuses and cheeks tinging red, but when he wakes up to find you still there, hand resting lightly on his, he doesn't feel embarrassed, he's comfortable.
Satan
Satan’s nights are quiet, orderly, and touched with a kind of restless energy. He reads before bed, always, and often far past the time he should have stopped. His bed is perfectly made, and there’s always a faint smell of old paper and tea in the air. But sleep doesn’t come easy to someone so used to faking composure. His mind races: he replays conversations, obsesses over contradictions, plots out revenge for the smallest slight. If he falls asleep angry, he’ll likely wake up just as tense. But he always tries to rest. He wants to.
You begin by joining him with a book of your own, sitting side by side without interrupting. When you fall asleep on his shoulder, he freezes, unsure what to do with the affection. But slowly, you become part of the routine: placing a hand over his chest when he’s agitated, murmuring something soft until his brow unfurrows. He never admits how much better he sleeps now, but his books stay shut earlier, and the storm inside settles more often than not.
Asmodeus
Asmo’s routine is a ritual. Essential oils, lotions, silk sheets, skincare, and a dozen scented candles, it’s self-love in its purest form. He treats sleep like a sacred thing: beauty rest isn’t a joke to him, it’s a commitment. But behind the glamor lies a quieter truth. He hates going to bed alone. The silence creeps in when the lights go out, and the mask slips. In the soft dark, he remembers every moment he didn’t feel adored. He sleeps with music on, something gentle, familiar, and he curls around a plush pillow like it might speak love back to him.
When you start sleeping over, you become part of the ritual. He’ll offer you a facemask, giggle as he picks out matching sleepwear, and insist you both look perfect—even if it’s just for each other. But the real change happens when the candles go out and you pull him close. When you kiss his shoulder and say nothing at all. Asmo sleeps deeper then, no dreams needed, because you’re already the sweetest thing he could imagine.
Beelzebub
Beel is the earliest to bed and the earliest to rise. His body demands it, training, hunger, the sheer energy he exerts requires rest. He has a strict routine: shower, light snack (or sometimes not so light), then into bed. His room smells faintly of clean laundry and spice from whatever food he smuggled in. He falls asleep easily, limbs heavy, breaths even. But he always leaves space on the bed, like he’s waiting. He sometimes wakes in the middle of the night with cravings or nightmares, but he never speaks of them.
When you’re around, he offers you the last bite of his snack, always. You bring a different kind of warmth to the bed, softer than any blanket. When his brows knit in sleep, you rest your hand on his chest and he settles. If he wakes in a cold sweat, you wordlessly guide him to the kitchen, sit with him while he eats, and walk back hand in hand. He doesn’t say much about it, but he sleeps easier when you’re near, like the final piece of something he's been missing.
Belphegor
Belphie’s bed is opposite Beel’s, surrounded by pillows he hoards like a dragon. He sleeps with his blanket wrapped around his head like a cocoon, always facing away from the door. His dreams are complex and often unsettling, and he rarely talks about them. He naps often, yes, but true sleep, the kind he lets himself fall into fully, only happens when he feels safe. The soft presence of Beel across the room helps, but some nights, he lies awake staring at the wall, trapped in thoughts he doesn’t share.
When you start staying the night more often, curling up in his bed that’s just a little too small for two, he doesn’t complain. He shifts over wordlessly to make room and lets your hand slip under his blanket to find his. Some nights, he pulls you close with a sleepy grumble; other nights, he just listens to you breathe. On the nights when the dreams get bad, he doesn’t have to explain, your fingers brushing through his hair or the quiet way you whisper his name is enough to bring him back. With you there, he begins to trust the dark again.
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Satan was born when Lilith died.
Satan forged a pact with MC the same day they died.
It was one quiet night in Devildom. Satan was buried in books once again. He was reading a novel called "The Fate and its Unbearable Pain"
It was some fantasy novel wherein the main character lived a long life compared to his friends and families. However, it seems like he brings more chaos to them than good. The book ends with the main character deciding to let go of everyone. Leaving them to a more peaceful life and he suffered alone.
"Although my heart yearns to be with you all...I only add violent fire to your peaceful forest..." He looked dejected as he observed his friends from the shadows.
Satan furrowed his eyebrows. Why would he hurt himself like that? It's not like every chaos that they faced was because of the main character... right?
Satan closed his book and sighed. The main character had watched his friends die in front of him in many lifetimes all because he interacted with them.
The demon couldn't help but look back into the past. It has been a few months since MC forged a pact with Belphie. Everyone has settled down. Everyone was happy.
But then, the memory of MC dying flashed through his closed eyes.
He remembered how he was the one who planned for MC and Lucifer to be alone and to get closer. He remembered how he thought it would bring them closer, how MC would gain Lucifer's respect.
He remembered how MC laid in the middle of the floor, blood pooled around their body. He remembered how Mammon was holding into them dearly while Belphegor was laughing and calling them names.
Frustration built up in him. He placed the book that was in his hand to his bed and grabbed a fistful of his hair. It wasn't his fault!
...
right?
It wasn't his fault MC died.
...
Satan couldn't help but throw the novel to the nearest wall. Stupid story. Stupid plot. Stupid thoughts.
He looked outside his window, gazing at the quiet streets of Devildom. He breathed deeply to calm himself. Why was he even mad? What thoughts drove him to feel his sin?
The demon closed his eyes once again. He should calm down. He should take a deep breath and focus somewhere else. Maybe some core memories that struck him?
The memory of how he ripped Lucifer's wings as they fell flashed. He could hear Lucifer's sobs as he fell.
Ah, right.
He was born the day Lilith died. The day everyone was miserable as the brothers fell. The day he saw nothing but pain in his brothers' eyes.
It was like it was fate that some tragedy would happen every time something good happened. It was like no one can celebrate his milestones because they would only be reminded of a tragedy that happened the same day.
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Baby Trap — Demon Brothers
MC thinks she’s “baby-trapping” them—but discovers too late that the demon brothers were actually plotting to get her pregnant all along.
warnings: yandere behavior, manipulation, obsession, and non-consensual undertones (e.g., deception, fertility control).
Lucifer
Lucifer figured out your little plan the moment your behavior shifted. You were more careful with your schedule, a little more eager in bed. Of course, he let you think you were being clever.
What you didn’t know was that he replaced your birth control weeks ago. The version he gave you? Sugar pills.
“You thought you could trap me, little dove? No. You belong to me, body and soul—and now, our child will ensure it.”
Once he confirms the pregnancy, Lucifer treats you like glass—protective, possessive, and quietly smug.
You weren’t the one pulling the strings. He was. From the beginning.
Mammon
Mammon would’ve done anything to keep you, so when he found out you were trying to get pregnant to tie him down… it shattered something inside him.
“You really think I wouldn’t notice? You really think I’d let you do that… without me being part of it?”
He pretended to panic, acted shocked—but he was the one who’d been poking holes in the condoms. Whispering affirmations in your sleep.
Now that he knows you’re trying too, he’s overjoyed in a twisted, needy way.
“So we both want this? Good. Then there’s no reason for you to leave. Ever.”
Leviathan
Levi never thought he’d get this far. But once he tasted your love, he became addicted to the idea of tying you to him forever.
You trying to baby-trap him?
“O-Oh. You’re… you’re trying to get pregnant? B-But I already… already did something.”
He gets bright red when he confesses he swapped your meds while you were gaming. He thought you’d never notice.
“I mean, in this one anime, the couple gets locked together by their baby—romantic, right? This way, you’ll never pick anyone else. Ever.”
Levi’s version of obsession is desperate and apologetic, but he won’t let you go. You’re his player two. Permanently.
Satan
Satan saw the signs. He read your cycle, your habits, your web searches.
He knew. And instead of confronting you, he calculated the odds and prepared. He replaced your medication with a “more potent supplement.”
“You thought you had control. But you never did.”
When you reveal your plan, Satan’s smile is thin, a little cruel. He doesn’t raise his voice. He just leans in, whispering:
“I chose you for a reason. You were meant to carry my legacy. This isn’t about romance anymore—it’s about permanence.”
He keeps you close, monitoring everything, almost clinical in his obsession—but he loves the chaos he’s created by letting you believe you had the upper hand.
Asmodeus
Asmo doesn’t even pretend to be surprised. He laughs when you tell him you were trying to trap him with a baby.
“Oh, darling… you thought you were seducing me? That’s adorable.”
He’s the one who enchanted your body to accept his, the one who whispered fertility spells while you were half-asleep in bed.
“You’ll carry our child, and it’ll be a reflection of everything we are—beautiful, eternal, mine.”
He pampers you obsessively, but the possessiveness is suffocating. He treats your body like art he owns—a gallery no one else is allowed to enter.
Beelzebub
Beel didn’t mean to fall this deep. But once he knew you were his, he couldn’t help himself. He watched you pop your pill every night… until he replaced them with lookalikes.
When he finds out your plan to baby-trap him, he just nods slowly.
“Okay. Good. That means we both want the same thing.”
There’s no guilt in his eyes—only a fierce, protective love. He pulls you into his arms and murmurs:
“You’re mine. I need you. And our baby will make sure nothing ever takes you away.”
Beel’s yandere side is gentle but unmovable—like a wall of steel. You’ll never escape the life he’s building around you.
Belphegor
Belphie is the most terrifying of them all.
He knew you were planning something. But he just played along—smiling, sleeping beside you, acting lazy and uninterested.
In reality, he charmed your dreams, whispered to your subconscious every night until your body responded only to him.
“You think you were sneaky? You think this was your idea?”
He chuckles darkly when you admit your plan—then tells you about his.
“You were never going to escape me. Not in this life, or the next. And now, you’ll carry a part of me forever.”
There’s a chilling finality to his voice—like you’ve stepped into a dream you’ll never wake from.
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Rin was wrong about the Kyoto arc and most of you are too
But like Rin, you don't have to hold onto your assumptions.
With the slight resurgence in aoex popularity, I'm seeing a new rise in some fundamental misunderstandings about the characters and plot. I've been asked a lot of questions about a few certain characters over the years, and I've noticed that the base of the misunderstandings people tend to have with everyone originates in the Kyoto Arc.
What am I calling the Kyoto arc? Everything that happens in the second season of the anime and everything that happens after chapter 13 in the manga . (The point when the anime said let's go off and do our own wild thing and forget about the story and characters Kato is making! It'll be fun and totally not still be causing long lasting chaos over a decade later) and up to chapter 35. It's a 20 chapter arc, roughly. And honestly I think most of the manga exclusive Kraken arc should be included in the Kyoto arc because it is a direct continuation of Rin and Yukio's story line there, but I digress and we will get to that!
I am going to assume that you, the reader of this lengthy essay (I'm wordy and won't apologize for it, lol), are aware enough of the manga and Blue Exorcist to know that every episode in the first season of the anime after episode 16 is NOT CANON and does a poor job of depicting all the characters involved from Angel to Yukio. (There is no character with a Z, lol. So Yukio wins that role.) No one comes out looking correct in that. I know some people will argue that Rin is fine, but no. He is not similar to his canon hot headed, impulsive, loud, often violent/aggressive, and past avoiding self who would never have let his twin pull a gun on Kuro and would never have let Yukio leave after that without a fight. Sorry guys, they nuked him too. Just in a more pathetic victim way so people let it slide because he obviously needs to be protected from all the other meanies.
I am also going to assume you know character names. You can google them if you get confused ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )
Anyway, back on topic. I'm going to go heavily into the start of this arc and more broad as it goes on. The initial area is where most of the misconceptions start and they kind of carry through from then on meaning the entire rest of the arc and arcs there are a few flaws in the understanding of character motivations and reasons and some just basic plot stuff.
In chapter 13 of the manga, we get this tremendous clip
Just before this moment the exwires have found out that their classmate is not a human and is powerful.
You'll notice Shima leaning against the railing there. That's because he has a cracked rib and probably a concussion. Konekomaru is now sporting a broken arm, and Ryuuji got strangled out enough to be choking on blood. Shiemi was hypnotized and controlled and carried around like a possession by a demon king who tried to eat her eyes and kept taunting about making her his bride all while she was unable to move or do anything. There is not enough written about the truly terrifying kind of assault that is for the youngest member of their group, and that's without the tangle of a relationship Amaimon and Shiemi have in it.
It is vital that everyone take a second to think about that. Izumo and Takara were not there. They stayed in the camp. They didn't pursue Amaimon, Shiemi, or Rin. They chose not to fight or try to help. The Kyoto Trio did (because Ryuuji/Bon is impulsive and ran after Rin and Shiemi to help and the others followed him) and it took all of thirty seconds for the Demon King Amaimon to knock them all out without even really putting any effort into his attack.
They manage to get out of the forest and back to the pictured bridge with Yukio leading them out while the forest catches dramatically on blue fire. (Remember that the Kyoto trio grew up hearing about how much the blue flames of Satan destroyed their home and killed their family members. Their entire life was irrevocably changed because of blue flames.) And Rin and Amaimon are wildly fucking shit up. They even yeeted Mephisto who is a much higher ranking king.
All that leads to the Paladin appearing, Arthur Angel, who orders the exwires to be interrogated and checked by medics. (Honestly a step up for True Cross. They almost never remember medics.)
The Paladin appears and then Mephisto appears, and he has Rin in tow. Rin who is entirely feral and tries to lunge for the exwires. The traumatized exwires see Rin try and attack them with an entirely demonic face. They do not know anything about his story or Shirou or even ow he got here, but they can easily see that he's tied to Satan because of the flames and now he clearly wants to hurt. Hurt them.
Now in Rin's defense, he's not in his right mind. Mephisto sheaths the sword and the demonic part is forced to retreat and Rin passes out until he's slapped awake. At that point he's the Rin we know again (the exwires still have no idea what the hell is going on) and Angel takes him into custody. Rin looks over and sees his friends bloodied and bruised and sees Ryuuji with blood on his mouth staring with an unreadable expression.
It leads to this shot:
Question for the group: Who is Ryuuji asking this to?
Not Rin, that's for sure. It's Mephisto, in my opinion. Ryuuji is asking, quite understandably, why the hell the child of Satan was put in a class of ordinary students and why none of them were told about it. They just had a Demon King attack their class of exwires all of which were struggling against a simple moth and had to reseal it instead of exorcising it. A Demon King that attacked them because he wanted to do something to the son of Satan and they had no extra protection against that. Enough so that four of them are injured or traumatized.
(Also, if you get strangled do not yell and IMMEDIATELY seek medical help. There are a lot of terrible conditions and long lasting effects that can occur with strangulation.)
So at this point everyone is made to split ways. The exwires will get a small update from Yukio, and Rin will get put on trial for his life. Neither party knows what the other is aware of, and as far as we can tell, Rin does not remember that he tried very hard to lunge at and attack the exwires.
That does not mean that Rin did not lunge for and try to attack them. Not remembering trauma you caused someone else does not erase that trauma.
There is also this moment, and you best believe I am also here to defend Shiemi because she deserves it.
Go girl. You're so right. There's nothing funny about any of this. Not your abduction, not how assaulting that entire thing was, and not the fact that he was feral and that you're feeling like a lot of this is your fault. (And it was not her fault.)
Rin's defense in most bad situations is laughter and ignoring whatever the uncomfortable thing is. This rubs everyone around him the wrong way almost every time. And that's their right. I also truly think he doesn't know what he just did and doesn't remember much past drawing the sword and he's scared, and he's able to tell the vibes are bad and he's in trouble, but doesn't really get why/how. He is a bit (a lot) of an idiot and we love him for that.
Another vital thing to understand about Rin is that he sees the demonic and violent parts of himself as someone else. He is not that demon. He is not the guy that tore apart the forest, everyone is wrong. He didn't lunge after his friends, someone else did that. He isn't out of control of his flames, that isn't him. That demon with the flames and frightening strength and burning anger isn't him. They've got it all wrong. He's just Rin.
That is a big part of Rin's story. Rin accepting that he is all those things. He is the human and he is the demon and he is all the things that comes with both of those things. He is right and wrong and kind and cruel and caring and callous and gentle and dangerous. He is Yuri and Satan and Shirou's son, and he is complicated and trying his best and slowly learning to accept what he is and isn't.
Anyway, they split ways for a shitty night. Rin's is unquestionably shittier, but again, the rest of the exwires don't get told what the hell happened.
Anime only fans will already be noticing differences, but wait, there's a lot more that was missed/ skipped over.
The Kyoto trio are all at the hospital for the next few days and get a call about the temple having been attacked. Shima's dad and Ryuuji's dad were said to have been hurt in it.
This is the second hint we get that Ryuuji is not on good terms with his dad, and the mere mention of Kyoto visibly upsets him. That'll be important a little later.
Rin goes back to class with the girls but is pulled out by Yukio for his own individual classes with Shura before anyone can say anything. The cram teacher then explains the following:
The entirety of their school is giving them instructions on what to do if Rin goes wild because the exorcist and teachers all think he will go feral again.
Rin does not know they're getting this instruction.
We then see what Yukio told them is basically: Yeah, my twin has flames. I don't because I was too weak. I get tested daily for it. The koma (a nickname for Kurikara because you can't exactly go around calling a stolen sword by its name or people will catch on) sword sealed him. I don't know why we were allowed to live when True Cross has a very loud 'no Satan or Satan offspring allowed' policy. Kay, thanks, byyyeeeeee.
So no one is happy and no one really knows anything. Just Yukio who has always known everything and had the biggest emotional, responsible, and mental burden of everything about his brother. He was left holding the bag again. Responsible for a class he's the same age as, mourning his father whose death he doesn't know the full story of, responsible for killing his own brother if he goes feral, now ostracized even more by a community of exorcist he already didn't blend in with, and now made to bear all this. Yukio is a king for holding out for so damn many arcs without showing how bad his mental health was getting with all that stress.
At this point we see Ryuuji is placing the guilt for Konekomaru and Shima being injured on his own shoulders (Konekomaru tells him it was his fault that they were injured) and Shiemi is realizing that Rin became her friend as he was revealed and that she was never as much of a support or friend to either of them as she thought.
Meanwhile Izumo who, and I cannot stress this enough, did NOTHING in the fight and was not part of most of this and has at this point made NO effort to be friends with anyone past cleaning a shirt Rin loaned her, is judging all of them visibly.
A brief interlude of Toudou being a creep and Rin showing he cannot follow orders from absolutely anyone and making Yukio and Shura frustrated at how unpredictable and manageable he is, and we're now given the mission to go to Kyoto and help there.
Ryuuji is just so blatantly shocked and not okay with the assignment to his home. Like I genuinely don't think we have a shot of Ryuuji looking more shook and shit gets wild in this manga.
Ryuuji does not want to go back to Kyoto. He left on terrible terms with his parents and swore he would not return until he had his meisters and rank. He defied his parents in even going to the cram school and now he's being forced to return a bit busted up and long before he was ready. If you do not have a bad family dynamic, you can't really get how devastating this is, but try and imagine it. It's a tremendous source of stress and frustration for Ryuuji, and the main thing he's dealing with through this arc. He has a lot of history with his father ignoring and denying him and trying to control him, and it is not a healthy dynamic. THAT is what drives Ryuuji in this arc. Kyoto, the temple, and his father. It is NOT Rin. Rin is at the bottom of his list of things to be thinking about right now.
This is essentially Ryuuji's arc, and it is, quite simply, not about Rin for him. Rin becomes a part of it, but not until later. At the moment, it is Kyoto and the shame and frustration and resentment about that which is driving him forward.
Shiemi is melting under her own self loathing at this point. She is hating herself and has never been confident and always been prone to thinking poorly of herself, and shown she is unaware of when relationships are abusive with how severely Izumo bullied her and continues to bully her.
(And I could write another essay on how fucking misogynistic it is that everyone flocks to team Izumo when she's slightly nice to Rin and blatantly ignores the Shiemi abuse because well Shiemi is annoying anyway. Check yourself and ask why you feel that way if you do. Why is violence and cruelty okay against Shiemi? Why is it forgivable in her case but not in others?)
We all board a train to Kyoto and see each other for the first time. Rin has zero ability to ever read a room (we love him for it even if he will occasionally kill us with second hand embarrassment) and is acting like he didn't try to kill them on their last interaction and like everything is normal and there isn't a big and awkward elephant in the room taking up most of the train space.
THIS GOES DOWN DIFFERENTLY IN THE MANGA THAN THE ANIME. The manga stretches this scene out to give three characters very important breathing room while the anime cuts this far shorter and mixes up the dialogue some, muddying the motives.
Rin, not reading the room, sees Shiemi and calls out happily to her. Shiemi utterly freezes and can't decide how she should respond or what she should say. She has, as far as we know, never had a friend outside of her family and the twins. She doesn't know how to interact with them and she is drowning in guilt of failing them as a friend. A lot of that is because Rin said she wasn't his friend to the Kyoto Trio and because Izumo is always telling her she's failing as a friend and saying she doesn't like her. Izumo is a bully at this point. I will not back down on that point and will continue to reiterate it. You do her incredible arc a disservice to pretend otherwise.
That leads us to the confrontation:
Ryuuji does not show any sign of anger until Rin talks about Kyoto. Then it's instant grouchy face Grouchy face and grouchy boy until one of the other two interject and then he swallows all that Kyoto frustration right back down and stomps off to sit behind Rin with Konekomaru -- who has been given a talk by their superiors on what to do if their classmates loses his shit and goes feral on them and who lost his entire temple and family to the Blue Night -- voicing his worry about Rin losing control of his flames on a tiny train where there is no where to go.
Rin visibly deflates and sinks back on his chair Izumo, the drama queen who would deny being one, enters and sees. Now Izumo has conflicting reasons for her next act. She has been ostracized and bully quite a lot in her younger life, and that is part of why she is now an ice queen. She sees Rin and wants to help him feel better and is no more in the know of what the others are actually dealing with than Rin, and I dare say that was her first and primary motive.
However Izumo cannot allow herself to do something solely out of kindness to help someone. That is a weakness she will not allow herself and dangerous. Kindness and helping gets you hurt or killed by stronger parties and she has sworn off that in all cases but Paku. (No one quite knows what magic Noriko Paku possesses, but man does she, lol.)
So Izumo sits next to Rin and waits until after the debriefing about why they're here (meaning Ryuuji is now even more upset because yep, it's absolutely his temple and their miasma and their secrets and their weaknesses being discusses and revealed and flaunted) and they chat a little about the fact that lots of people have demon blood (*cough* FORESHADOWING *cough*) and then, after getting flustered about Rin complementing her and thanking her and getting buddy-buddy enough to use a nickname, she goes cruel and decisive and makes a pointed jab at Ryuuji, who takes it in stride for a moment, and then Shiemi, who visibly deflates thinking even less of herself and that Ryuuji does not take in stride.
Izumo did a kind thing in sitting with Rin, however, the others did not do a cruel thing by not sitting with him. They simply chose to give themselves a little space from a situation they were still struggling with. The cruelest one in the moment before she spoke was probably Konekomaru, and even he wasn't talking to Rin. He was nervous and scared and talking to his friends about Rin. None of them owed Rin anything. They did not owe him their time or space or attention. They are allowed to recover from their trauma and physical injuries while not having him constantly shove his over-excited puppy-energy self in their faces constantly and make everything all the more difficult for them while they try and reconcile that guy with the feral monster that wanted to take a chunk out of them and who was not in control of the flames they've grown up terrified of.
We see the story mainly through Rin's perspective, all the more so if you're an anime only, but that does not mean Rin is always an honest and reliable narrator. He is unaware he tried to hurt them and unaware of their own trauma. He can't imagine any of their actions and reactions aren't centering around him at this moment because Rin too is going through a lot of trauma and stress of his own that they don't know about.
What I find over and over again in this story is that people excuse any poor or selfish or cruel act of Rin's because of trauma and not being perfect, but they will not excuse it in any one else. This makes for a frustrating unfairness in expectations, and frankly, turns the story boring. If no one but Rin can make mistakes, or you choose only to see other's mistakes and not Rin's, you are robbing the characters and Rin of their complexity and growth.
Izumo was kind in sitting next to Rin, and she was purposefully cruel at the exact same time. This is who Izumo is. Kind and cruel for quite a long time. Brave and selfish. Confident and self conscious. Guarded while slowly falling in love and denying it every step of the way.
So the train ride immediately goes to shit and they get loud with Ryuuji calling her out (reminder, she can call them coward all day long but she did not leave the circle and didn't fight and has not stepped forward once in any of their missions to work as a group or fight until she had to)
And Shure (in the manga) wakes up and makes them sit in a different car of the train with bariyons on their laps as punishment. Konekomaru continues to stress, Ryuuji tells him to chill, Shiemi continues to hate herself, and Izumo continues to be purposefully cruel.
The bariyons get aggressive and one pins Shiemi to the ground. Rin does Rin and burns it without warning, freaking everyone out because wow! Blue flames are just suddenly everywhere. Ryuuji interferes because again, his temple was devastated by Blue flames and he has no reason to think they can behave differently and he is nothing if not determined to protect and help his team at all times.
Shiemi realizes Rin still has control of them and tells everyone to relax, and they do.
The flames are put out and Rin immediately attacks Ryuuji.

Rin demands trust and honestly, I could understand if he was unaware that he'd caused mayhem in the forest and tried to lunge for them, but if he was aware then he has to be smoking those flames of his because there is no reason to trust him at this point. He's lied (he didn't have a choice but they don't know that and reasons do not negate that a lie happened and we are now in the lies arc) and he has shown he is dangerous and that Demon Kings kind of follow him and will attack indiscriminatingly. (It's not like they know Amaimon is not allowed to kill them.)
Rin knows he won't hurt them and thinks that should be enough. No one else knows that they can believe this at this point. Ryuuji explains that Blue Flames have killed a lot of his people and that he can't trust someone who endanger his family. It is once again Kyoto he is thinking about and Kyoto he is worried about. They are on a train to Kyoto where Blue Flames destroyed a lot and now they're bringing the one guy with Blue Flames there and he keeps flaming up so it seems like what little he still has there is going to be devoured by flames.
Rin says basically, sorry that happened but it has NOTHING to do with me. This is a naïve thing to say and while technically right, is missing the point of what Ryuuji said. I can't trust you because you haven't shown me I can trust those deadly flames with you and they have absolutely devastated my home before.
The fight amps up more -- and again, Rin was the aggressor. They're both hot headed but he's the one that grabbed Ryuuji, not the other way around, and in a fairly close way to how Amaimon had grabbed Ryuuji and that can't be helping things. The fight gets louder and Konekomaru bravely intervenes and grabs both of their arms and tells them to stop. A bariyon choses that moment to cause chaos and try to kill Ryuuji and Shura has had enough and kills it but kindly doesn't kill the exwires for interrupting her nap twice over and the conversation is left entirely unresolved.
And for the next long stretch, they will not have that conversation resolved. They get back, Ryuuji is immediately accosted by his powerhouse of a mom, Torako Suguro who is pissed, and finds out that his dad has been absent and that things are going south fast in Kyoto.
From this moment on, Ryuuji will have one goal and that is to find his dad and save what few temple members he can. He wants to reunite his temple--that has always been his goal--and his dad's failure to lead and potential at being the traitor in their midst is causing what few of his sect are left to fracture even more. He is around Rin a few times in the next chapter, but his mind is never on Rin or their drama. He is wholly focused on Kyoto and the drama here.
This is where a lot of people misunderstand him. He is not avoiding Rin, he simply has a much bigger priority, as he should. This is his family and this temple is everything to him. We find out that Tatsuma has thrown their reputation in the mud and that he has caused a lot of their sect to abandon the temple, and that he has fought Ryuuji's hopes and goals every step of the way, and that he was the first to laugh at Ryuuji (which we know is an immensely traumatic memory for him) and that Tatsuma is actively working to avoid Ryuuji, and that he was at the Keep during the break in, and that several members of the Sect absolutely think Tatsuma is the traitor.
And if he isn't the traitor, then he is still failing them and running away from his duties. What's worse, we see a few of the sect (Mamushi specifically) even place some of the blame of the failure on Ryuuji.
Rin is seen working with the Kyoto trio on some kind of chore after they arrive, and actively being ignored and mistreated by the teachers. They absolutely deserve ire for the way they treat Rin like he's already gone feral and refuse to let him help.
Rin is being ostracized and thinks everything happening here is about him. He thinks the others are ignoring him and that they're upset about him. They're largely just... Not. Izumo and Shiemi are put on helping the large volume of patients and from what we see, Izumo doesn't chat with Rin again after the bus.
Shiemi sees this as a way to not let people down (she thinks she let everyone down in the forest. That it was her fault and she isn't good enough or strong enough or just enough to be their friends. Probably partly because the one friend she thinks she has is a bully.) and dives hard into work. She still doesn't know what to say to Rin and freezes up a lot.
That leads to a fantastic scene in chapter 18 with Izumo and Shiemi in the garden and Shiemi positively sobbing about being a useless friend and not being strong enough to help like she wants and Izumo telling her she's really strong and able to talk about friends and her emotions without getting embarrassed and that she's stubborn and strong as a weed and Shiemi, who has clearly not gotten enough praise in her life just glows and determines to be as strong and stubborn as a weed.
It's a vitally important moment for both these girls. Izumo is kind and doesn't turn it cruel and sees how strong Shiemi is and helps Shiemi see herself as strong too. Izumo has done a lot to break Shiemi down but she is also, arguably, the one that did the most to build her back up too.
She dives back into her work to the point she inspires Rin to try harder on his own training because he is lazy and she isn't, and he admires that.
At this point Shima has decided that to keep going on his own path in the laziest way he can manage that ignoring Rin was too much work so they're just going back to before and acting like nothing ever happened. Rin is drunk and insults him in this with the list.
Rin confronts Konekomaru later and finds out what happened to Konekomaru's family and Konekomaru begs Rin to leave Ryuuji alone because he is dealing with a lot of stress. Rin (correctly for once) realizes that Konekomaru will absolutely be his friend if he can show that his flames aren't a danger. If he puts in the work to get control of those, he can be friends. Rin goes off determined to do that.
Ryuuji and Shiemi are now the only two who haven't had their Rin moment, and they firmly busy in their own stuff. Rin still thinks they're avoiding him because they're mad at him and blaming him for the Blue Night stuff and they're simply not. At no point does he ever really seem to get that he's assuming stuff incorrectly about all this either.
Ryuuji does some not at all stealthy spying and follows Juuzou to the Keep to find most of the staff unconscious and gets himself in the middle of the theft of the Impure King's last eye. Mamushi betrays them to Toudou and states that it is because of Tatsuma that she is. That he has failed them as a leader and conspired with Mephisto by giving away the sacred relic of their temple (Kurikara) and letting the son of Satan have it.
She is not entirely wrong, and she is not entirely right. She is very wrong about Toudou, but they both escape to cause more havoc elsewhere and leave Ryuuji to finally catch up to Tatsuma.
We have been building for several chapters at this point that Ryuuji and Tatsuma do not have a great relationship. There is a lot of frustration and confusion and hurt in it. A lot of history and pain and Ryuuji is trying to get his dad to tell him anything. To deny the allegations if they're not true and do something to help with the fact that one of their members just left.
Tatsuma refuses to. We later learn why and it sucks, but it doesn't lesson the hurt in this moment. Being unable to explain something does not mean that your actions, justified or not, did not and do not hurt someone.
Ryuuji, seeing his dad turn his back on him without even a hint of an explanation to all the terrible accusations and all the pain and trauma around them, pleading for some kind of explanation to anything, plays the only card he has left.
His father has already all but disowned him for the cram school, so he returns that. He warns that if Tatsuma leaves now and like this, he might as well not bother to come back because Ryuuji will no longer (can no longer) consider him his father.
Rin, who has kind of snuck into this dramatic meeting, overhears this and has a violent trauma induced reaction.
Now, Rin has trauma and it is entirely understandable why hearing those words would make him react dramatically. That does not excuse the violence he reacts with. You enduring trauma and having triggers and painful emotions does not give you the right to inflict violence on someone else.

And inflict violence Rin very much does. Once again flaming up some too, not at all in control.
This was not Rin's fight to get in the middle of. I will die on the hill that others do not get to determine what a child can and cannot do in their own parent and child relationship. Others can offer opinions and advice, but they do not get to order or dictate the relationship. They are not part of it and cannot possibly know what it is actually like. This is the same sort of mentality that tells people who have had to make the immensely difficult choice to go no contact with a parent that they should try and make up because it's hard to be a parent like it's easy to be a child and under the parent's control and guidance. Ryuuji has a lot of reasons to have made that ultimatum, and while we will learn a lot more about why Tatsuma has failed as a parent and leader, the reason does not absolve or eliminate the failures. He has failed Ryuuji multiple times and at this moment, tied by a cruel fate, he has to fail and hurt him again.
He did not have to choose to do it this way though, and do not forget that.
And Rin knows nothing about their relationship. He is putting his own reactions and motivations on Ryuuji who does not have them.
Rin is in the wrong in this moment. I will not back down from that either. Rin hurt his friend and revealed himself, and in the next panels defied Shura and continued to try and fight Ryuuji and make him understand that you can't disown your father because you can't take that back--
And it is in this fight that Ryuuji is first made aware that when Rin talks about his dad, he has not been talking about Satan. Rin was raised by someone else. They still don't learn the real story yet, we're not really told when or if they do get the full story about Shirou, but you can see him realize something happened to whoever raised the twins, and it was bad.
Rin gets knocked out and arrested and Ryuuji is sent to ice his swollen face and he will have the injuries Rin inflicted on him here through the entire rest of the arc.
And I am now over 5k words so I'll try and wrap this up some. I'm going to have to post the Yukio half on another post xD
Rin gets a letter that tells him that Tatsuma and Shirou were in cahoots about the sword (look, Mamushi was partially correct) but that the sword did not have Karura in it like it was supposed to. He also finds out that Tatsuma wants him to kill the Impure King. Mephisto then shows up and locks him away giving him a death sentence. Yukio has to leave with that knowledge to try and stop the rising Impure King before he infects and kills all of Japan.
Tatsuma goes and shows that he had made a pact with Karura and that the Suguro line has always guarded the secret that the Impure King was kept sealed under the temple by Karura. That were he to be reunited with his eyes, he would rise again. Toudou wants to get Karura so he did all of this to get Tatsuma to reveal Karura.
Tatsuma is stabbed through the back of the throat and Karura mostly devoured, and the Impure King is rising and reforming and going to poison everyone.
Shura gives the letter to Ryuuji and Kurikara and offers the camouflage ponchos to go break Rin out if they want, and Ryuuji and Shiemi are the only two who do not hesitate for even a moment to go and rescue him.
The jail freezes them and gives nonviolent Shiemi a moment to shine. She confronts her own self doubts and goes to find Rin and coaxes him back out, showing she knows he won't be a danger to her by embracing him and his flames. She realizes that her fears and self loathing caused her to only think about her own emotions, and not how he was feeling (something Rin could also very much stand to do) and she immediately switches to comforting and encouraging him.
Rin busts the prison with style, Konekomaru says he's ready to be friends, Shima and Izumo state they're only here on Shura's orders, and

Rin still doesn't get it. He still has no idea what Ryuuji is dealing with or why he's upset about any of it. He has spent this entire arc trying to find his dad and trying to help the sect, and failing every step of the way. He has tried to help everyone around him in any way he can and show that he can be depended upon and trusted.

Rin has never opened up to any of them. Rin demands that they lean on him and listen to his advice and accept him entirely, and gives them nothing in return for that vulnerability and openness. He doesn't talk about his own life or emotions or thoughts. He keeps conversations light and easy and doesn't even tell them that he was raised by a guy that's now dead. He shoves himself in conversations and dynamics that don't concern him all the while demanding trust, and then will not let them in in return.
Ryuuji is seeing that so clearly now and it is hurting. How can you trust a guy who won't trust you back? How can you trust someone you thought was one thing who never showed you who they really are and still won't be open and real with you? Who has enough power at every moment to level half the world and is emotional and stupid and impulsive and won't be real with you?
Rin has been under a death sentence and told he had to keep his heritage a secret, but even outside of that, he really doesn't talk about himself. He doesn't open up to his friends like he expects them to open up to him. Neither brother is good at expressing themselves (and a lot of that is because they weren't raised to be that way. Shirou did his best but had a lot of limitations too.)
He demands they trust him wholeheartedly but will not trust them in return. Or he hasn't shown in any way that he does trust them.
This arc, at its core, is about lies and how those and trauma can and do make relationships messy. How even ancestral drama can go down the line and get us caught in cycles of it. But it also shows that we can do the work to get past them, and that it's messy and painful and loud and not always easy to see what's right and wrong while we do it, but we can get past it and move on together. We can make terrible mistakes and seek forgiveness and understanding and sympathy or empathy and try to do better. We can laugh in a field of disease and trust entirely on someone because we know we can even if the world is falling down around us and it doesn't make sense.
Neither Rin nor any of the exwires or Yukio are a villain in this arc. Even Mamushi and her cruel words and betrayal are not a villain in this arc. Everyone acts kindly and selfishly or in fright or confusion or in motives that are entirely misunderstood. They're all dragging their own emotional baggage with them and they're all getting tangled up and not listening, but they still strive on and strive to understand and talk it out when they can, because they care about each other and getting it right.
To act like it's as simple as "The exwires bullied Rin!" is naïve and robs Kato's story of so much richness and deprives the later arcs of so much character value she built starting here. Kato does a beautiful job of building all of her characters and giving them rich personalities and motivations and flaws and she shows us them through Rin sometimes, but she also gives them a lot of time without him at the forefront. She gives him flaws too, and a lot of wrongs, and that's why he's such a powerful and alive protagonist for our series.
You're free to dislike who you like and love who you like, but I do so encourage anyone who thinks the exwires were villains in this arc to really dive into the manga. Read through all the scenes and ask yourself why did Kato show that? Why is this character thinking that? Why did the character react that way? Kato gives us so much richness to dive into and to see so many people not do that and to take such quick and often incorrect or fragmented interpretations of the events is heart breaking and honestly robbing those people of a really good story.
Rin was wrong in assuming that everyone hated him and assuming that it was as simple as trust. He was wrong to try and force things and to try and force his own interpretations on others. It was only once he started to listen and hear what they themselves were saying that things got better. Now some of this is just the mess of the anime between season one and the start of season two, but a lot is just misinterpretation by the fandom. It can happen to anyone, but that does not mean it suddenly becomes factual because of that.
It's been at least six thousand words and I don't know if this came across as clearly as I wanted it to, but I hope it encourages those who haven't to dive in deeper. It's a rich arc with so many fascinating moving parts in it. I've barely brushed on Tatsuma, Juuzou, Mamushi, and Mephisto in this and their plots are all entirely interesting and add so much! Expect a Yukio and Izumo and possibly Shiemi follow up at some point, lol. Probably just as long though I'll try to be more concise.
If you read this far, thank you! You deserve to crash with the rest of the exwires in Toraya on a nice futon.
As always, look up my tag '#raven rambles' for more of my aoex meta and analysis.
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EXPOSED: The Jesuit Order Controls the Vatican and the New World Order!
Unmasking the power behind the curtain: The Jesuits rule the Vatican and steer the New World Order’s religious agenda! Hidden in plain sight, they manipulate governments and religions to create a global empire.
Former Bishop Gerard Bouffard exposes the truth: The Black Pope, Jesuit Gen. Peter Hans Kolvenbach, commands the Vatican, the Pope, and the Illuminati! Bouffard, who worked at the Vatican for six years, says the Pope follows orders from the Black Pope, making the Jesuits the true power behind the Church and the world’s destruction.
He declares: The Jesuits infiltrate all religions and governments to impose a one-world Luciferian religion! The Vatican controls Israel, plotting to destroy the Jews and ignite global chaos. They hide behind black robes and false piety while worshipping Satan through secret rites!
Bouffard, a 37th Degree Freemason, says Freemasonry is the Church’s secret weapon to execute the Illuminati’s agenda. High-ranking priests and cardinals secretly belong to Masonic lodges to bring down America from within.
He reveals that Fr. Alberto Rivera, a former Jesuit, was murdered for exposing the same truths. The Vatican erased Rivera’s records, but Bouffard confirms: Rivera was real, and the Jesuits poisoned him for telling the truth! The Jesuits’ history of genocide, assassinations, and infiltration dates back centuries, yet their evil agenda continues unchecked!
The Jesuits already control U.S. institutions, including the CFR and the Federal Reserve, tightening their grip on America’s fate. They will stop at nothing to destroy freedom and impose their satanic one-world order!
What?
Do You See It? 🤔
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the way you do the things you do / angus tully x reader — part one
summary / chaos is only natural when barton's resident misfit strikes up a bond with the middle child of the school's most despised instructor.
warnings / none
word count / 1,300+
hii! this one goes out to the very wise anon who suggested a plot revolving around angus and mr. hunham's kid, which, i must say, is an utterly brilliant concept. however, it turned out to be a lot longer than just a mere one-shot like my first one had been, so it'll probably end up being two or three parts. i hope that's okay, lovely anon. thank you for sharing your brilliance with me!
Moreso than anything else, the relationship between the two of you started as an agreement. Well, an unspoken one, but an agreement nonetheless. Somebody had to look out for the two of you, on equal footing as outliers, as social rejects, as the odd men out. No one could be better for that role than you yourselves.
To your utter dismay, ever since your parents made the decision to ship you off to Barton Academy in order to get you “the best education available” for high school (which was made possible by your father’s half-off tuition staff discount), you found yourself under a level of scrutiny that you never once faced at your old public junior high. It was not your intention to be perceived as the offspring of the most hated man there, either, but word travels quicker than a deer crossing the road at Barton. A concept introduced to the dean on a Sunday morning ends up widely-understood knowledge by a Monday evening. You’d already been written off as the ‘spawn of Satan’ before you even started your first class. Tough fuckin’ luck.
On the other hand, Angus’s isolation was entirely self-imposed. Following several years of what his mother had promised would be a “short-lived maintenance phase,” he became fed up with the entire process — the constant shifting and forced socialization and paperwork and meetings with headmasters. Lather, rinse, repeat, over and over until he felt utterly insane. He grew to resist society’s forced conditioning of him, lashing out the only way he knew how, through acts of adolescent rebellion. Due to how much you contrast from your stickler father, you eventually saw eye to eye with Angus on this. Once you had finally worn him down to the point of dragging a tragic backstory out of him, you understood why, because, of course no teenager could possibly be interested in the art of befriending their peers and engrossing themselves in a community at their third consecutive school.
But it didn’t start off too swimmingly.
He entered your life on the strangest day of the week, during the least-interesting possible time of year — a Thursday in late February. You learned of his arrival through the grapevine, mere hours before you first saw him. Perched at a seat towards the very corner of the dining hall, you had become increasingly intrigued by the nearby nonstop chatter from a group populated by Georgie Jackson, Philip McNamara, Billy Wolfe, and Teddy Kountze, a rare sight in the seven o’clock breakfast setting, which was typically chock full of half-dead, completely exhausted teenagers.
“You wanna bet it’s gonna be another freak?” Teddy had grumbled, shaking his head dismissively at something optimistic Georgie must have said. “They’re half the school, at this point.”
He not-so-transparently nodded towards you, earning him in-sync laughs from the more agreeable Philip and Billy, and a halfhearted head shake from Georgie. “Christ, dude. And you wonder why we’re the only kids who tolerate you.”
Teddy threw his hands up defensively. “Hey, I’m just sayin’! We could benefit from someone actually cool and fun.”
“God, could you imagine how cool a girl would be?” Billy daydreamed, practically drooling.
The shaggy-haired blonde smirked. “You’re telling me. That’s all I wanted since I first enrolled here. Would be nice if old man Woodrup would do what the student body actually wants, for once.”
“Instead,” Philip piped up, wearing a dejected pouty frown. “I’m hearing this guy got kicked outta three different schools.”
Your curiosity piqued, you finally jumped in, against your better judgment. “What could possibly get a teenage boy tossed from not one, not two, but three schools? That sounds utterly ridiculous.”
The energy sufficiently changed as Teddy shot you a poisonous glare, you watched the trio of his small-time henchmen sink into their seats, seemingly anxious at how angry you were about to make him. His scrunched-up face twisted into a confident smirk, like he was one-thousand percent confident he could ensure you would never speak to him again. “What’s it to you, Walleye Jr.? You think I’d lie about some shit like that? Would you tell your daddy if I did?”
A scoff escaping your throat, you leaned back into your seat, slightly dejected. “Well, no, but-”
“That’s what I thought,” Teddy said, his lackeys chuckling in unison, practically on cue. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends, loser.”
Just like that, enforced unnecessary social hierarchy had left you right back where you were before, with more questions than you could ever get proper answers for.
Once lunch period rolled around, you figured you may as well not try your luck again.
Wrapping a gentle fist against the surface of your father’s door, you barely had to stand by for more than a few moments before he greeted you, the smile that he saved for you and the rest of your family plastered across his cheeks as he slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a casual hug. Due to the academy’s policy of teacher’s children not being allowed to take their parent’s classes to avoid favoritism, you no longer spent time with him every day as you typically did with your mother back home. The reunion was definitely something you had been yearning for since you last saw him, even though it must have been no less than a week ago last Sunday. For the first time in far too long, something at Barton brought joy back to you.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” your father asked, his reading glasses bouncing slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sat back down at his desk. He pointed to the chair on the other end of it, offering it to you. You gladly accepted, tugging the seat out and sliding into it.
You shrugged at the question, trying not to pay Kountze and his gang of blockheads too much mind. “Fine. Haven’t really done anything too notable or special.”
“Well, hey,” he offered, sliding a sheet labeled roll call across the desk to you. “Maybe this’ll brighten your spirits, despite how much the prospect of it annoys me.”
As soon as he finishes speaking, you instantly know what he was referring to, your eyes catching on the highlighted name sandwiched between Neil Sweeney and Todd Wedderling, bearing an emboldened word next to it — Angus Tully (NEW). And then, like it were on cue, the door behind the two of you swung open, revealing the sight of an instantly-enrapturing bearer of deeply brown eyes.
“Ah, Mr. Tully,” your father remarked, rising from the desk to greet him. “What a coincidence. I was just introducing them to you.”
Angus snorted. “All good things, I hope.”
“You’ve yet to prove us otherwise,” the older man quipped, before quickly turning toward you. “This is my middle child, the one Dr. Woodrup told you about. They’re a sophomore like you, so even though you won’t be in my class together, I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
Picking up on the hint, you offer the other teenager a hand, which he casually shakes. “Pleasure to meet you, Angus.”
The brunette offered a crooked half-smile, enough to draw one out of you, too. “Nice to meet you as well.” Everything about him seemed natural — the way he didn’t force his grin, the warmth of his palm, the distinct waviness of his mud-shaded curls. This school left you perpetually surrounded by well-off jackasses, standing where they were currently placed via generational wealth, rather than strength and perseverance, working off of their own merits as your father had. Not to say that Tully was dissimilar in that manner, but he just felt so distinctly different, like he was not even trying to cultivate a phony persona in the effort of impressing others. If only everyone were like him. Maybe Barton would be bearable after all.
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How Obey Me Brothers realized they were in love with MC: Part Seven, Belphegor
A/N: I'm gonna post this one before Satan and break the order because I have no clue what to write for him, and I originally started this series after thinking about Belphie being in love while being in the (you guessed it) shower. I feel like his is one of the easier ones because of what happened between him and MC and then Lilith. Another reason why Beel's is also really easy to write (hint hint). Also, unlike stated, Lilith doesn't actually hate Belphie, that's a figment of his imagination, and his hate for sloth isn't factual (I think?) that's just for plot. Anyways sorry if there's mistakes, for some reason autocorrect does not want to work. Enjoy~
Belphegor: The Catnapping Seventhborn
Being youngest meant that one could get away with a lot of things, but how could one get away with guilt?
There were only two things that Belphie felt guilt for. Killing you, and being the one that was saved during the Celestial War. Each day, when he looks at himself in the mirror, he sees a demon, full of sloth, and weakness. He looks at Beel's muscles, and wishes he had them too. Whenever he looks at himself in the mirror, he only sees the self-loath. Why couldn't he have had been stronger? If only he was strong enough to save himself during the war, then Beel wouldn't have had to choose between him and Lilith. Hell, he could have saved her. Now, her shadow stands behind him in the mirror, a look of pure hatred on her face.
One might look at Belphie and think, "Man, that's a demon who loves sleep". But no, Belphie hated his sin. It reminded him of his failure to be strong enough to save Lilith and himself.
He hated sleeping. Sure, his powers allowed him to control dreams, but what if his own powers want him to remind him of all his lacking qualities.
One doesn't think much of sleeping positions, and certainly no one batted an eye to Belphie sleeping. Not even his own twin knew when Belphie went into a nightmare. All he wished was that someone could shake him awake, hug him, and take care of him. But no-one noticed the signs that he needed comfort.
Belphie's sleeping positions went as such:
Splayed out - he was in a cozy dream, usually including you as a side character along with his brothers
Big spooning his pillow - in a dream with you (often times a date or a wet dream)
Little spooning his pillow - comfort dream where you reassures him that you didn't have him for killing you
And lastly, curled up - dream of the moment where Lilith died or you dying in Mammon's arms
No one, not even his twin knew that he still had these dreams, or what each position meant. He didn't think you even cared as long as you slept next to him. But today he got proven wrong.
Today was just like any other Saturday morning, full of chaos. On one had, Mammon was microwaving his frozen credit card, Goldie, and on the other, Lucifer was running around yelling, after a certain someone mixed bleach into his shampoo, making him look like a splitting image of his son/brother, Satan. Tired of the chaos, Belphie decided to steal a couple bites before slinking away back to his room, making sure to close his door tightly and hide the empty bleach bottle in case Lucifer and Satan joined forced in finding the culprit and burn down the HoL. Sinking into his bed, sleep took him within
The dream started like no other, Belphie big spooning his pillow as he dreamt of dragging you with him into the attic for a romantic date. But that's when things took a turn.
Belphie curled tighter as in his dream the two of you walked into the attic to see blood staining the wall. As Belphie reached for you in the dream, his hand touched a cold one. As he turned, he saw you, floating like a ghost, pale white, still in the clothes you died in, dried blood on your skin as you stared at him, and said in a gravelly voice, "You!"
"You killed me! I hate you!"
Belphie curled into a ball as he reached for you once again in the dream, as your hair fell into your face, (sorry to my bald MCs) obscuring your face from view.
As he reached out to push the hair away, to his horror, instead of your face, Lilith's angelic face greeted him, smiling, as your, or rather her body began to glow. Her smile turned sharper, as she reached into a hidden pocket in her angelic dress, and pulled out a sharp knife made of diamonds.
Belphie's face paled as he curled into the tightest ball ever, trembling as Lilith raised the knife and screamed.
"First you cause my death and then you kill my descendant?! I'll kill you!"
As the knife shot towards his chest, he snapped out of the dream, sweating as he gasped for air, his entire frame being shook by someone. He turned to see you, a concerned smile on your face as you wipe away his sweat, hugging him tightly and rocking him back and forth.
He doesn't know what takes him over at that moment, but he crumples into the embrace, his usual aloof personality being thrown out of the window.
"Shh its ok. I forgive you. And so does Lilith."
"H-huh? How'd you know I was dreaming of that?"
"I could tell by the way you were sleeping."
Never in his centuries of existence had anyone bothered to take notice of how he slept and correlate it with his dreams. Hell, it was a fucking milestone if someone even bothered to ask how he slept. But for you to tell what his dreams were about without him telling you, and comforting him? He felt like an angel all over again.
As the two of you laid down, him being big spooned by you, he relaxed, never once dreaming of Lilith and you dying ever again.
Guilt is often a crippling thing, and in the human world, it can even end lives. Belphie didn't go as far as that, but with you around, his brothers were shocked to see a smile on his face.
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Alright so I've been working on some Christmas headcanons with the brothers and MC. What are they doing during the holidays? Well go ahead and find out. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas to everybody!
Contains: Brothers x GN!MC
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Christmas activities
1. Decorating the Christmas tree
The living room of the House of Lamentation. Boxes of ornaments, tangled lights, and garlands are everywhere. The chaos has already begun.
MC: "Alright, everyone, let’s decorate the tree together! No fighting, okay?"
Lucifer: "Yes. Let’s try to behave like civilized beings for once. This tree should look elegant and—"
Mammon: "Aw, pipe down, Luci. It’s Christmas! Elegance is overrated!"
Lucifer: glowering "How many times must I tell you not to call me ‘Luci,’ Mammon?"
Mammon: grinning "Relax, Luci. It’s the season of joy, remember?"
Lucifer: clenching fists "Oh I am very joyful. Now stop before I throw you out."
Leviathan: hugging a star topper "While you two fight, I’ll be putting the Ruri-chan star on top of the tree. Everyone knows it’s the best choice!"
Mammon: "Not a chance, ya nerd! The Great Mammon’s gonna top this tree with somethin’ shiny and gold!"
Satan: rolling his eyes "Can you both stop shouting? I’m trying to hang these enchanted book ornaments."
Asmodeus: hanging ribbons "Oh, Satan, let me help with those! And look at these pink ribbons, MC—don’t you think they make the tree look fabulous?"
MC: laughing "They definitely make it stand out, Asmo."
Beelzebub: munching on popcorn garland "Do we really need the garland? It’s better as a snack."
MC: "Beel! At least save some for the tree!"
Belphegor: sprawled on the couch "I vote we just leave the tree half-decorated and call it minimalist."
Lucifer: pinching the bridge of his nose "Belphegor, get up and contribute. You too, Mammon, before I lose my patience."
Mammon: "Lose yer patience? Ya already look like yer about to blow a gasket, Luci."
Lucifer: glaring "Mammon…"
Satan: smirking "You’re holding up surprisingly well, Lucifer. But I wonder how long that will last."
Satan and Belphegor exchange mischievous looks as they string up the lights, clearly plotting something.
MC: "The ornaments are up, the ribbons are set, and the garland… well, Beel ate most of it. Time to light the tree!"
Lucifer: "I’ll do it. It’s safer in my hands, considering the incompetence of the rest of you."
Mammon: "Oi! I could do it just fine!"
Lucifer: ignoring him "Here we go—"
POP! The lights explode in a burst of sparks, plunging the room into darkness.
Lucifer: visibly shaking with anger "…What. Happened."
Mammon: snickering in the dark "Nice one, Luci! Ya fried the tree!"
Leviathan: "This is why I don’t trust anyone with technology!"
Satan: barely holding back laughter "It’s a real mystery. Who could have predicted this?"
Belphegor: grinning "Yeah, who could’ve guessed Lucifer would mess up something so simple?"
Lucifer: voice rising "Satan. Belphegor. What. Did. You. Do."
Satan: innocently "Us? Nothing, of course. Why would you assume we had anything to do with it?"
Belphegor: smirking "Just a harmless little spell. It’s Christmas, after all. Gotta keep things exciting."
Lucifer: furious "You call exploding lights harmless? Do you have any idea how close you both are to being punished?"
Mammon: laughing "Oh, this is great! Ol’ Luci’s about to lose it!"
Lucifer: snapping "One more word out of you, Mammon, and I’ll string you up with the lights!"
MC: stepping between them "Okay, everyone, calm down! Lucifer, let’s just fix the lights and try again. No more spells, no more pranks, and no yelling. Agreed?"
Lucifer: taking a deep breath "Fine. But this is your last warning, Satan. And you too, Belphegor."
Satan and Belphie exchange smug looks but stay quiet as the lights are repaired. When they’re plugged in properly, the tree lights up beautifully.
MC: "Wow! It actually looks amazing. Totally worth the chaos."
Mammon: "Yeah, all thanks to me."
Leviathan: "No way! The Ruri-chan star topper deserves the credit."
Asmodeus: "Excuse me, but it’s my ribbons that make it sparkle."
Beelzebub: "Or the snacks."
Belphegor: "Or the hilarious prank that almost made Lucifer explode."
Lucifer: glaring "Belphegor, you’re testing my patience."
MC: laughing "But we all came together in the end, and that’s what matters. Merry Christmas, everyone!"
Everyone: "Merry Christmas!"
2. Building snowmen gone wrong
The brothers and MC are outside in a snowy courtyard.
MC: "Let’s make snowmen! I bet I can make the best one."
Satan: rolling snow "Mine will be the most refined. Like a true work of art."
Leviathan: "I’m making a snow Ruri-chan!"
Mammon: "Heh, mine’s gonna look like me. Everyone’s gotta see the Great Mammon in snow form!"
Beelzebub: stacking snowballs "Can I make one shaped like a burger?"
Asmodeus: "Mine’s going to be the cutest snow angel you've ever seen."
Belphegor: lying in the snow "I’ll just make an impression of myself. That counts, right?"
MC: "Actually, I’m going to make mini versions of all of you!"
Lucifer: raising an eyebrow "This I have to see."
Time passes as everyone works on their creations. MC’s miniature snow brothers are surprisingly accurate.
Mammon: "Hey! My snow version’s smaller than Lucifer’s. What’s the deal, MC?!"
MC: laughing l "You’re still taller than Belphie."
Belphegor: smirking "Barely."
Asmodeus: "Look at mine! It even has a stylish scarf."
Satan: "And my snowman is reading a book, naturally."
Beelzebub: admiring his burger snowman "This is making me hungry…"
Lucifer: "At least this is one activity where no one caused any—"
A snowball suddenly hits Lucifer in the face.
Mammon: snickering "Oops. My hand slipped."
Lucifer: wiping his face, glaring "Mammon…"
MC: grinning "Looks like it’s a snowball fight now!"
Leviathan: ducking "Wait, what?! I wasn’t ready!"
Snowballs fly in all directions as the brothers start pelting each other.
Satan: laughing "That’s for saying my snowman was boring!" throws a snowball at Mammon.
Mammon: "Oh yeah? Take this!" throws a snowball at Levi, but it hits Beel instead.
Beelzebub: grinning "You shouldn’t have done that, Mammon." lobs a giant snowball at Mammon.
Asmodeus: "Not my face! I did my hair and make up fabulously today! Don't you even dare ruin it!!!"
Belphegor: from behind a fort "Perfect for a target!" nails Asmo with a snowball.
MC: giggling "Lucifer, you’re not joining?"
Lucifer: grabs a snowball "If I must. Brace yourself, Mammon."
Mammon screams as Lucifer expertly pelts him with snowballs.
MC: "This is the best snow day ever!"
Everyone: laughing and dodging snowballs.
3. Wrapping Presents
The brothers and MC are in the dining hall with rolls of wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape scattered everywhere.
MC: "Okay, let’s divide the presents and start wrapping!"
Mammon: "How do ya even do this? This paper won’t stick!"
Leviathan: watching a tutorial on his D.D.D. "Mammon, you’re supposed to fold the edges first."
Mammon: "Yeah, well, why don’t ya fold your face, ya useless piece of junk?!"
Satan: wrapping perfectly "It’s not rocket science. Just follow the instructions."
Asmodeus: "Look at mine! I added a bow and some glitter. It’s fabulous, right, MC?"
MC: "Very festive, Asmo."
Beelzebub: holding an unwrapped box "Is it okay if I eat the cookies I was supposed to wrap?"
Belphegor: "You weren’t supposed to eat those. They’re for Simeon."
Beelzebub: "Oh…" sheepish grin "I’ll make more."
Lucifer: "How is it that every simple task turns into a disaster with you all?"
MC: "Relax, Lucifer. It’s Christmas. The mess is part of the fun."
Lucifer: smirking "If you say so."
4. Opening Presents
Christmas morning in MC’s room. The brothers are piled onto the bed, presents in hand, with wrapping paper already scattered everywhere.
MC: "Alright, here’s the plan! I’ll open your gifts while you open mine at the same time. Ready?"
Mammon: "Ya better love mine, MC! It cost a fortune—well, kinda…"
MC: opening Mammon’s gift "A gold bracelet? This is so beautiful!"
Mammon: blushing "Yeah, well, shiny stuff suits ya." opens MC’s gift "Wait, ya got me a new leather jacket? This is amazin’! Look, everyone, it’s got ‘The Great Mammon’ stitched on the back!"
Leviathan: "Move over, Mammon. It’s my turn now!"
MC: opening Levi’s gift "A Ruri-chan plushie! Levi, this is adorable."
Leviathan: opening MC’s gift "A limited-edition Ruri-chan figurine? This is peak gift-giving, MC! I can’t believe you found this!"
MC: laughing "I know how much Ruri-chan means to you."
Satan: handing over his gift "Here, MC. Unlike Mammon’s, mine didn’t involve a shady deal."
Mammon: "Oi!"
MC: opening Satan’s gift "A first-edition book of Devildom poetry? Satan, this is incredible. Thank you!"
Satan: opening MC’s gift "A leather-bound journal with enchanted ink? This is perfect. I’ll have to hide it from Mammon."
Mammon: "I ain’t gonna steal it—probably."
Asmodeus: dramatically placing his gift in MC’s hands "Now, darling MC, prepare to have your life changed!"
MC: opening Asmo’s gift "Skincare products? My skin’s going to look amazing thanks to you!"
Asmodeus: opening MC’s gift "A custom-made mirror? And it says ‘Most Gorgeous Demon’ on the back! You really get me, MC."
Beelzebub: grinning "Here’s mine, MC. I didn’t eat this one, I promise."
MC: opening Beel’s gift "A box of gourmet chocolates? Thanks, Beel. Oh, wait… there’s one missing!"
Beelzebub: avoiding eye contact "Uh… quality control?" opens MC’s gift "A custom apron that says ‘King of Snacks’? I love it! I’ll wear it to lunch today."
Belphegor: yawning, handing over his gift "Here. Don’t expect much. I was too tired to wrap it properly."
MC: opening Belphie’s gift "A fluffy blanket? It’s so soft! Thanks, Belphie."
Belphegor: opening MC’s gift "A pillow with my name on it? Perfect. I’ll take a nap to test it right now."
Lucifer: holding out a neatly wrapped package "Here, MC. Something worthy of you."
MC: opening Lucifer’s gift "A silver locket? This is gorgeous… and it has a protection spell?"
Lucifer: "Your safety is my priority." opens MC’s gift "A set of antique quills and ink? This is… exquisite, MC. You’ve outdone yourself."
Mammon: "Alright, but who got the best present, huh? It’s obviously me!"
Leviathan: "Uh, no. Mine literally has collector’s value!"
Asmodeus: "But mine makes MC even more radiant. Clearly, I win."
Beelzebub: munching on a chocolate "If we’re judging by snacks, I win."
Satan: "This isn’t a competition, you imbeciles."
Belphegor: smirking "It is now."
MC: laughing "Guys, stop! You all win. I love everything."
Lucifer: smirking "At least no one tried to re-gift something from last year."
Mammon: sweating "Yeah, uh… who would even do somethin’ like that?"
Belphegor: "You literally tried to wrap a pair of your old sunglasses, Mammon."
Mammon: "Shaddup, Belphie!"
MC: "Merry Christmas, everyone. You’re all ridiculous, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything."
Everyone: "Merry Christmas, MC!"

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A chunk from my essay on LotF that I wrote for english
- P.S. I really think the religious allegories in lotf are super interesting, so I decided to base my argumentative on them.
In Hebrew, the direct translation of the term ‘lord of the flies’ is Baal Zebub. In Greek, Beelzebub. Regarding Christian Mythology and the New Testament, Beezlebub is referred to as the prince of demons and a figure of Gluttony, chaos, and destruction; moreover, Beezlebub is even considered another name for Satan himself. William Golding’s choice of title for his novel Lord of the Flies–considering the derivation and linking of it to the themes Golding presents–steers and allows readers to observe the book through a religious lense that reveals more parables than they would get analyzing it at face value. The plot may appear very straightforward, but the descent to entropy and its catalysts aren’t simply just developing conflicts. Rather, it’s a combination–that of the circumstances interweaved with religious ideologies and the “ancient, inescapable” nature of mankind. The veridical reason the boys’ island falls apart is because of the human sin inherent in man (Golding 138).
Lord of the Flies explores the defects of humanity within society and the ethics of morality by forcing mankind (the boys) to start completely from scratch–strip it of everything it knows and allow a renew. When given this chance, marooned on a deserted island, man reverts back to his instincts, what he essentially was born with. He commits violence, incentifies fear, and justifies his evilness. During an assembly when the boys are trying to determine the actuality of the ‘Beast’, Simon proposes the idea that there is one, but it is only them. Golding primarily foreshadows the theme of his book with Simon’s hypothesis, in addition to confirming it later on when Simon encounters the pig head that Jack and his hunters speared on a stick as an offering for the 'Beast’. The head speaks to Simon during his hallucination, “Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! … You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s a no go? Why things are what they are?” (Golding 143). The ‘Beast’ isn’t the pig head, the Lord of the Flies, or even the Devil–it’s the manifestation of humankind’s wickedness, which is ineliminable . The ‘Beast’ is simply just an entity on the island, a rationale for the sins the boys enact on, much like the same way the adults and soldiers–the very reason the boys end up on the island in the first place–justify their violence by stamping ‘war’ on it.
In an attempt to fully illustrate the fall of a unified civilization and its cause, Golding writes Lord of the Flies as a catalog of human sin, checking off each of the Seven Deadly Sins by exhibiting them through the boys. The children demonstrate Sloth when they refuse to be responsible (e.g. build huts, keep the fire lit, use the restroom properly). Jack experiences Envy for Ralph because he’s chief and he isn’t. The use of terms relative to sexual intercourse during the graphic scene of the mother pig enduring death brought upon by Jack and his hunters depicts Lust. Jack’s Tribe, in a downward tumble of unprincipled ideals, portrays Gluttony–willing to sacrifice anyone and everything. Greed is characterized when Jack, despite already being chief, sends his group out on a manhunt to kill Ralph. Wrath is identified when the forest is set wholly ablaze to flush Ralph out and trap him like a pig. Pride when, without thinking about the consequences of achieving their pursuit, what would happen if they murdered Ralph and never got rescued by the naval officers. All chances of survival would’ve been obsolete and, besides water, the trees that were abundant in fruit and the pigs that were a source of protein would’ve been ash.
Contrasting to the showcase of the Seven Deadly Sins and man’s sin as a whole, Golding additionally displays his ‘hero’–notably more amiable–cast as the Four Cardinal Virtues, including an indisputably Christ-like character.
Simon, while also representing Prudence among the Four Cardinal Virtues, is primarily the only character in the novel–not accounting for the littluns–that doesn’t conduct any immoral acts in any of his appearings. He is benevolent, kind, and wise–giving his own food to Piggy when everyone is okay with letting him not eat, reassuring Ralph that he would get back home, and trying to tell everyone that the ‘Beast’ on the mountain is just a dead parachuter whilst they are too afraid to get a closer look. Tom Gaman, the actor for Simon in the 1963 film adaptation, had even said in the documentary Living Lord of the Flies that later in his life he realized he’d had “the best role,” having been “the good guy,” and therefore he “never carried any baggage into the world that directly related to Simon.” The way Simon dies is also very symbolic of Christ’s crucifixion, as he was speared to death as retribution for trying to do good. Simon can even be viewed as a sacrificial lamb, the doing away with bad–Jack stating that the ‘Beast’ had taken the form of Simon after he was killed–similar to how worshippers of God sacrificed animals as repentance in the Old Testament.
After Piggy is killed, Samneric join Jack’s tribe by force, and later on in the book, they as well rat out Ralph’s hiding space-although if they hadn’t, it would’ve been at the expense of their own lives. Samneric’s “betrayals” can be seen as deeds that contradict their entitlement to representing one of the Cardinal Virtues, but when Ralph is essentially exiled and they are on guard duty at Castle Rock, they feed Ralph and warn him of the manhunt to come the following morning. Samneric demonstrate Fortitude–show that despite all, they stand firm in the face of adversity.
Throughout the novel, many of the boys view Piggy as the whiner–and granted he is a bit of a complainer, most of his gripes are justified and rather intelligent. While he may not be physically nifty, Piggy assists in practical, logical problems, takes care of the littluns, and serves as an advisor for Ralph. Even though Piggy’s not afraid to speak his mind, he still displays great patience–representing Temperance–all the way up to his death.
Ralph, the evident protagonist of the book, is a very strong character with a strong sense of righteousness. He is picked as chief in the first assembly, empowers the idea of civilization and order, and never truly loses sight of the idea of rescue. After Simon is murdered and Ralph speaks to Piggy, he says “that was murder,” and when Piggy tries to rationalize Simon’s death with the mass terror, Ralph argues that he “wasn’t scared” (Golding 156). At the very end of the novel Ralph mourns for “the end of innocence, the darkness of a man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy” (Golding 202). Because Ralph experiences these feelings–because he acts the way he acts, he embodies Justice.
#lord of the flies#lotf#I'm not religious but I was raised in it and still find it extremely interesting#Piggy's real name is Peter based on one of Jesus' desciples#quote as 'he was crucified upside down'#Also I know that not all of this is actually correct and what Golding had intended#but it is what I analyzed and theorize#Jack Roger and Maurice also portray Lucifer from dante's inferno#quote '3 heads and feeds eternally on humanities 3 greatest traitor Brutus (Ralph) Cassius (Piggy) and Judas (Samneric)#but maybe im getting too literal#we all know the book is actually about british imperialism right?#my teacher affectionately called me a nerd for this essay#but I got a 95#surprisingly I didn't watch any video essay on lotf before writing this essay#sorry the paragraphs are so long I wrote it on computer#lotf ralph#lotf jack#jack merridew#lotf simon#lotf piggy#lotf samneric#lotf roger#lotf maurice#essay writing#sooo self indulgent
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Thank you to @icecoffee90 for this prompt sent to me 250 years ago! lol I had an idea while driving today, and I'm glad I had the time to write it down!
Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Featuring: Jackie Varma, Samantha Carrick (F!OC), and Pietro, original cat. Rating: Teen Words: 1,076 Summary: Jackie stops by for a visit with a gift in tow, but Pietro has some opinions about it.
A/N: I didn't think this could fit a prompt for @choicesjanuary2025, but then I realized Winter Coat did it! :)
Jackie rushed up the steps to Tobias and Casey’s townhome, doing her best to juggle a bottle of Malbec under one arm and a gift bag under the other. A sinister grin came to her lips as she reached the landing, where she pressed the doorbell over and over again. Casey appeared in an instant, little Samantha on her hip.
"Seriously, Jackie!" She grimaced. "Ringing one time was sufficient; you didn’t need to do it a dozen times! What if Sammy had been sleeping?"
"Relax, MacTavish!"
"Carrick..." Casey corrected.
"Whatever..." Jackie dismissed, stepping into the vestibule, the cold of the Boston winter radiating off her body as she hung her coat in the foyer and turned back to her friend and mussing Sammy’s hair. "I called Tobias five minutes ago, so I knew Samantha was awake. I just wanted you to answer the door quickly so I wouldn't freeze to death out there! Besides, I thought it might ward off your demonic beast."
Tobias stepped into the small space as if on cue, furry little Pietro nuzzled in his arms. "Are you blaspheming my precious little boy again? Or are you referring to me?"
"Yes!" Jackie scowled, staring daggers at the at the little feline, but Pietro turned away, uninterested.
"I come bearing gifts," she said, raising the wine and gift bag over her head as she strutted into the living room.
Casey placed Sammy on the floor, delighted as she watched the toddler immediately crawl over to Pietro.
"A gift? What’s the occasion?” Casey asked.
“It’s Friday, and I’m blessing you with my presence. You’re welcome,” Jackie smirked, kicking off her boots. “You said you wanted to get more books for Samantha, and I found this at that used book store we go to in Cambridge.”
Tobias gave Jackie a bemused look as Casey pulled the book out of the bag. “The Complete Works of Edgar Alan Poe?” he laughed. “I mean, I like it, but you understand Sammy is one, right?”
“I’m aware, but I figured if you’re going to let this satanic furball run the place, you might as well lean into the vibe, and nothing says ‘gothic chaos’ like Poe.”
Pietro lept onto the couch gracefully, draping himself beside Jackie like an expensive throw. His blue eyes narrowed at her, who instinctively held up the wine bottle as if it were a shield.
“Relax, Lucifer,” she muttered. “I’m not here to dethrone you. I know my place!”
Casey shook her head with a laugh. “Jackie, you’re so dramatic. He’s literally doing nothing.”
“He’s plotting,” Jackie countered. “Look at him. He’s not a cat; he’s an evil genius!”
Tobias sat on the arm of the couch, lovingly stroking Pietro’s head. “You really have it out for this little guy, huh?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jackie said, rolling her eyes. “Last time I was here, he knocked my phone off the counter while maintaining direct eye contact with me. That’s not a pet. That’s a criminal mastermind!”
Casey chuckled. “Why don’t we pour the wine? Or did you bring that for some ritual intended to exorcize our beloved pet?”
“Well, now that you mention it,” Jackie smirked, picking a chip out of the wooden bowl on the coffee table and popping it into her mouth.
“So, what do you suggest we read to Sammy before bed tonight?” Casey asked. “The Raven? Or The Haunted Palace?”
“I don’t know; why don’t you whip out a Ouija board and have your furry beast decide?”
Pietro stood up and stretched before meandering over to inspect the book with the air of a curator evaluating an unworthy addition to his collection. Then, with one swift movement of his paw, he sent it tumbling to the floor.
Jackie gasped, pointing accusingly. “You see?! I told you! He’s the devil!”
Tobias burst out laughing as Casey picked up the book. “He’s not the devil,” Casey laughed. “He's just curious.”
Pietro rushed over to Jackie, landing on her lap with confidence.
“No. No, no, no," Jackie cried. "Get him off me! Get him off, now!"
“Oh, come on," Casey grinned, rubbing Peito’s head as she took a seat next to her friend. "He’s trying to bond with you.”
“This isn’t bonding. This is a power move. He’s trying to establish dominance.”
"That's not true," Tobias laughed, slinking into an armchair. "I know all about establishing dominance, and that's not how you do it. When Casey and I are..."
"TOBIAS!" Casey and Jackie yelled simultaneously, sending a frightened little Peitro scurrying away.
"TOO much information, babe!" Casey scolded, but Jackie’s eyes were full of relief.
"Whatever, if it got Beelzebub off my lap, I’ll endure your kinky sex talk. I hope you know that cat’s going to kill you in your sleep one day,” Jackie said, keeping an eye on him as he cautiously reentered the room. “They'll write a story about it. ‘The Fall of the House of Carrick,’ maybe... You know, I should try to get movie rights to that now."
"Mmh," Tobias nodded, putting down his glass of wine. "Smart financial move!"
Casey rolled her eyes. “You’re both insane.”
“Perhaps,” Jackie shrugged. “But you’re blind to the evil you’ve welcomed into your home. But don't worry, I’ll be here for the aftermath. I’ll take care of Sammy and all, you know, for the sake of the movie rights.”
"Much appreciated, Jackie," Tobias laughed. “We’ll be sure to leave you the cat in our will.”
“Don't you dare!”
The night went on with the usual revelry that occurred when Jackie visited. Eventually, she ended up on the floor playing with Samantha as Pietro stood watch nearby. When it was finally time to leave, she looked down at the cat, now lounging atop the book Jackie gave them.
“I see you, Satan," she glared. "You're reading the book to get ideas!"
Pietro meowed sharply, accepting the challenge.
“Enjoy the book,” Jackie called to Casey and Tobias as she headed for the door. “And maybe consider getting an exorcist while you’re at it.”
Tobias turned to Casey with a laugh as soon as the door shut. “So... do you want to tell her we're considering getting a second cat?”
Casey shrugged. "Nah, if we do, let's wait and surprise her. But one thing is for certain now."
"Oh, yeah," Tobias smiled, sitting next to Casey and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "What's that?"
"If we get another cat, we’re definitely naming it Poe!"
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The Mayor's Daughter - Mary Goore x f!Reader [Part 1]
Summary: Mary knew the entire town hated him; the metalhead with the freaky make up and fake blood dripping down his face. He was the local menace, the town vandal, the cliché trouble maker. He played up to that image, enjoyed the havoc and the chaos, revelled in it. He loved pissing people off.
And so, what better revenge to get on his beloved town, than to fuck around with the Mayor's daughter…
Rating: Explicit, 18+
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Porn with very little plot, filthy sex, public sex, quickie, dirty talk, teasing, very little foreplay, praise kink, pet names, degradation, hints at exhibitionism, fingering, p in v sex, squirting, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, cum swallowing
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8
ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3
A/N: Huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles & @angellayercake for beta reading this one! This, again, began as a silly little drabble idea from a request in my asks, and became a bloody one shot (with a second part planned out already because I. DON'T. KNOW. WHEN. TO. STOP. Enjoy.
Mary knew the entire town hated him; the metalhead with the freaky make up and fake blood dripping down his face. He was the local menace, the town vandal, the cliché trouble maker. They treated him like garbage from day one anyway, coming from a less than favourable background of struggles as he grew up. He played up to that image, enjoyed the havoc and the chaos, revelled in it. He loved pissing people off.
The Mayor hated him the most, ruining his precious little suburban town’s image. Mary was public enemy number one; mostly because this quaint little place had absolutely nothing better to do than to impose this chaotic stereotype on him since he was 13 years old – he was just applying himself to the role... method acting, if you will.
And so, what better revenge to get on his beloved town, than to fuck around with the Mayor's daughter...
It started as a dare. His bandmates had seen you out with your girlfriends at the local biker bar he frequented. You stuck out like a sore thumb, in a cute little white sundress with daises printed all over. ‘What were you thinking?’ he'd wondered when he saw you. You were like a deer strolling willingly into the lion's den.
"Go on, Mare. She's his daughter, y'know? Dare ya to get in her panties..." His mates had shoved him forward by his shoulder, his beer in hand sloshing as he rolled his eyes and laughed, shrugging his signature leather jacket back on straight as he skulked over to your table, coughing to interrupt your conversation. Your friends had looked up at him in disgust and annoyance but you... pretty little thing... had smiled sweetly with a sparkle in your eye.
"'Scuse me, doll, but I can't help but wonder... what's a pretty thing like you doin' in a dive like this?" he'd asked you. Your friends rolled their eyes and turned their backs, but you? You fucking giggled.
"Just getting to know my father's patch, wanna be a people person, y'know? Helps his campaigns," you'd winked. Mary smirked at that, hearing the hidden meaning laced in your response.
"Political power play; smart. Best keep away from me then, doll," he'd leaned in then, his arm resting on the back of your chair as he whispered in your ear, "I'm the town delinquent, after all..."
"Oh, I know all about you, Mary." The way you'd said his name... the playful glint in your eye, the not-so-innocent smirk, the tease... Mary sucked in a deep breath through grit teeth and pulled up a spare chair next to yours, sitting astride it with his arms folded over the back of it that faced you. Your friends had started their conversation back up, ignoring you completely. They were fickle friends anyway, nowhere near the amount of fun you were looking for in your drab and over-controlled life.
"They dared me, y'know. My friends, I mean. To get into your panties..." Honest and upfront, but he seemed confident enough in your playful little demeanour that perhaps that's exactly what you had wanted to hear from someone tonight.
"What, these panties?" you had asked, tracing your fingertips up your bare thigh and lifting your skirt just enough to show off the waistband of white lace against your hip. Mary's eyes followed your fingertips intently, his jaw dropping open. He took a swig of his beer, hoping it would chill the rising heat in his face while images of you splayed out with your skirt bunched up around your hips for him flashed in his mind.
"Yep. Them's the ones."
"Well, play your cards right and maybe I'll let you," you smirked, snatching his beer from his hand and taking a gulp, holding his eye contact while you wrapped your lips around the bottle neck. You didn't miss the way his eyes bulged from his head at your gesture. This was going to be fun. Mary could be just the kind of excitement you were looking for...
You ditched your friends pretty quickly that night; they barely bat a false lash in your direction anyway as you sauntered back to Mary's friends on his arm, happy to play up the 'prize' role as he showed you off to them with a twirl. You shared some beers, laughed at Mary's filthy and dark jokes, flirted and teased your way into his arms and within a couple of hours, you decided he'd done enough to charm his way into your lace panties after all.
"Hey," you poked his ribs, leaning into his side as he looked down at you with a smug smile and took another swig of beer.
"What is it, doll?" he asked, the nickname working wonders for you.
"You've been dealt a decent hand of those cards, Goore. With me. Now." You snatched the beer from his hand and slammed it on the bar beside you, sauntering off through the bodies of bikers and cloud of cigarette smoke. Mary watched the way you bounced away from him, your ass so perfectly rounded and covered just barely by the flouncy little skirt of your sundress.
You stopped by the bathroom door, turning back to him and beckoning towards him to follow you. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, across the curves of your body and the cleavage on display, and settled on the mischievous little smirk you wore. That's when he noticed, the door behind you read "mens" - oh, you filthy little thing...
He pushed himself up from the stool he sat at, his leather jacket draped over the back of it. He found himself herding you into the bathroom quickly, paying no mind to the only other person in the bathroom stood at the urinals.
"Hey, what the fuck man," the guy half-yelled, but Mary just shrugged in his direction with you hiding and giggling behind his chest as he pushed you further into a stall, slamming the door behind you and flicking the lock shut. "Animals, man..." the guy scoffed, finishing up and heading out the door.
But as soon as he'd pushed you into that stall - remarkably cleaner than you'd anticipated - his lips were on your neck behind you, his hands running over your thighs and tickling the soft flesh there.
"Wanted you all fuckin' night, doll," he growled against your neck, "And you bring me here, eh? Romantic..."
"Just fuck me, Goore... Please..." you begged, reaching behind you to hold his head against you, pushing your ass back into the groin of his tattered jeans. The hands splayed across your thighs shifted, one snaking inwards, the other gripping your hip to steady you, keeping your ass pressed against his hardening dick.
"You ask so politely, doll. Your daddy teach you those manners?" he teased, biting at the flesh of your neck.
"Mhm," you hummed, cut off by his lips colliding with yours in a desperate kiss. No time to waste, his tongue dove against yours, savouring the taste of the beer you'd shared all night.
His hand pressed itself between your thighs, cupping your mound over the pretty white lace you'd briefly flashed him earlier. You whined against his lips, fingers weaving into his spiked hair and pulling him harshly against you. Mary could feel how wet you already were, the fabric warm and damp against his palm.
"I thought we agreed you could get inside my panties, Goore?" you taunted, reaching down to where his hand was pressed against you and pulling the lace to one side in one quick motion. His fingers immediately slid between your folds, coated in your arousal with a single swipe.
"Fucking hell..." he huffed in a mix of pleasure and disbelief; how could you, the pretty little daughter of the damn Mayor be so utterly filthy as to fuck a guy like him in the men's bathroom of a fucking dive bar? It screamed 'daddy issues'. It screamed 'rebelling against your proper little life'. It screamed 'cliché' and yet... All he cared about was making you scream.
“This needy for me already, doll? Bet I could slip right in, hm?” he teased, nipping at your earlobe and pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His fingers worked your clit expertly, forcing your eyes to shut and head to lull back against his shoulder. Your grip on his hair tightened, and a gasp of a moan slipped from your lips.
Mary ground his hips into your ass as he dove his fingers into you, two able to slip through your folds and deep inside you without meeting any resistance. Mary growled, curling his fingers inside you in search of the spot to make your legs buckle. Had he not been ready, holding you up with his hand buried inside you, the other bracing your hip, you might have fallen to your knees there and then.
“Sh-shit, Mary...” you gasped, your hands flying out to steady yourself one the walls of the cubicle.
“I got you, baby,” he affirmed, wrapping the hand from your hip around your stomach and pulling you back against him again. His fingers worked you open so easily, spreading your arousal and readying you for him. But he was going to make you beg for it, first...
He withdrew his fingers from inside you, now focused solely on your throbbing clit. He circled it over and over, earning whines and whimpers from you as jolts of pleasure soared through your body. You leaned back against him again, this time angling your head to be able to look at him, to see the absolutely feral look on his face as he drank you in with his eyes.
His face paint had faded considerably, the fake blood starting to glisten again now that a sheen of sweat was forming on his skin in the cramped space. You couldn’t help yourself, deciding to smash your lips to his in a clash of teeth and lips; messy, uncoordinated but invigorating.
“Fuck, who knew you were so filthy, hm?” His words were muffled by your desperate kisses, but you couldn’t help the whimper that surfaced. “How my fingers workin’ for ya, doll?” he chuckled, and as if to illustrate his point he dipped them back inside you, curled them up once to force out a cry of pleasure and retreated again, attention back to your clit.
“A-ah! Need more, Mare... Please,” you begged, but he just laughed, biting down on your bottom lip and watching as your glazed eyes tried to focus on his.
“Almost, babygirl. Not quite what I wanna hear though... Tell me what you want. Tell me you fucking need it,” he growled, pressing harder to your clit with each rotation of his fingertips. You knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and you were more than happy to oblige.
“Need... need you... need your cock, Mary...” you cried, clawing at his arms so hard you almost drew blood. He hissed at the pain, enjoying every ounce of it.
“Good girl...” he told you, removing his fingers from your cunt completely and manhandling you until you were bent at the waist, palms flat on the toilet tank in front of you to hold you up. He lifted your knee to prop your foot on the edge of the toilet, opening you up and giving him the best angle to grind his clothed cock against your burning hot centre. “Stay right there, doll.”
He backed up half a step, and you heard the telltale sound of his belt buckle jingling, a button popping open, a zipper, some rustling of denim...
Mary fisted his cock a few times, allowing himself a moment to take the edge off – had he dove straight in, he’d have finished embarrassingly quickly, too fucking turned on but your good-girl-turned-total-freak act. He bunched your dress up around your hips, pushing the white lace past your hips and letting them fall to the floor before he gathered them, stuffing them inside the back pocket of his jeans that were now around his knees. You could feel as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, toying with you and pushing barely the tip inside.
Just as he did, the door to the bathroom creaked in protest, the background noise of the bar behind it growing louder and several pairs of heavy boots clunking across the linoleum of the floor. Voices that you recognised as Mary’s friends and bandmates laughed and chatted, filtering in one behind the other.
Mary ran his hand up your back between your shoulder blades, his fingers threading with your hair to pull your head up towards him so he could speak directly into your ear.
“Better be quiet, doll...” he whispered, “unless you want them to know...”
Fuck... at that point you didn’t care. They could know if they wanted, hell they could stand on the toilet in the cubicle next to you and fucking watch if they wanted – you were too drunk on the feeling of Mary’s cock barely breaching your pussy to give a shit anymore. You just needed him.
But Mary’s hand snaked around your jaw, shoving the two fingers that had been inside you past your lips and gagging you with them. Then, and only then, did he begin to push himself deeper inside you.
You whimpered around his knuckles, gripping the porcelain beneath you tightly as the feeling of being stretched engulfed you.
“Where’d Mary disappear to?” you heard one of his friends ask on the other side of the door.
“Do you reckon he’s actually fucking that chick?” another laughed. Mary smirked at the interaction, bottoming out inside you with his pelvis flush to your ass. He rolled his hips up, relishing in the way you bit down on his fingers when he hit your g-spot again.
“The Mayor’s daughter? Nah, no fuckin’ way. She’s just a tease... too prissy,” a third friend chimed in. “You know the type; get you hooked then leave you hangin’ with blue balls.”
The guys laughed together, and you couldn’t help but clench around Mary’s length when his fingertips tightened on your hip, his nails digging into the skin as he listened to his shithead friends degrading you on the other side of the stall. No fuckin’ way... that was his job.
“If only they knew the real you, eh, doll? The one who’s already squeezing my dick so tight she’s creaming all over me...” he whisper-growled, dragging his length out of you painfully slowly. Holding his fingers in place in your mouth to keep you quiet, he slammed back into you, a loud clap ricocheting off the stall walls where his skin met yours. Your cry of pleasure and shock muffled around his fingers but was still very much audible.
His friends’ heads whipped around to the door of the cubicle where they stood at the urinals, a look of confusion on their faces.
“Goore?” one of them called out. Silence – Mary stilled inside you again, shushing you quietly in your ear.
“No fuckin’ way, man...” one of them said. With lingering silence, his friends shrugged and turned their attention back to the urinals, finishing up. It wasn’t until you heard their footsteps starting to retreat that Mary, in one quick motion, thrust his hips back and forth once more, another slap ringing out with another muffled whimper as you drooled on his digits.
“Nah, that’s gotta be him... Mare, you in here?” one of the guys called out.
“Shall I answer them, doll? Want them to know?” he whispered in your ear. When your eyes met his over your shoulder, he saw them glinting with mischief as you nodded at him.
You would be the fucking death of him.
“I’m here, man,” he called back, a smug smirk on his face.
A chorus of “ohhh shiiiiit” and “daaaaamn” rang through the bathroom when they realised their ringleader, the famous Mary Goore, was indeed fucking the Mayor’s daughter in the men’s bathroom.
“Nice,” one of them remarked, the slap of a high five ringing out. Mary rolled his eyes, again gripping onto your hip as if overprotective of you in some way. You stayed still though, waiting, listening... with Mary’s fingers still holding back your tongue.
“You wanna get the fuck out now so I can make my girl cum in peace?” he yelled back, smirking when he felt your cunt squeeze him. ‘My girl’ - that’s what did it. That possessiveness when he’d known you merely hours, like primal instinct...
“Jeez, we’re gone...” one of them complained, the door swinging open, that same background noise from the bar filtering in as it swung shut behind his friends.
“Where were we, doll?” he purred, stroking the hair from your face before gripping your hip once again and pressing his fingers down onto your tongue harder, punctuated with an upwards thrust directly into your cervix. You cried out again, eyes rolling back into your head in bliss.
He didn’t stop this time, his hips continuously thrusting up into you with vigour, pelvis slapping against your ass over and over. His eyes were trained on his bare cock disappearing into you repeatedly, your ass rippling with the impact.
“Fuckin’ fill you so good, hm? Like you were made for me, doll...” he growled into your ear. All you could do was whimper on his fingers, closing your mouth around them to suck on them, driving him wild.
“Ohh, shit... good girl,” he praised, earning a tight clench from you around his length, “make ‘em nice and wet for me, darlin’.” You did as you were told, coating his fingers in your spit whilst he continued to fuck you from behind. When he was satisfied with your work, he removed his fingers from your mouth altogether, and dipped them between your thighs to circle your clit.
You gasped at the new sensation, coupling with the assault on your cervix you were barrelling towards an orgasm embarrassingly fast, so immensely turned on by everything up to this point that coaxing it from you was an easy goal for Mary.
“This town thinks you’re such a good little girl, huh? What if they saw you now?” he teased, his grip on your hip tightening whilst his fingers began to swipe back and forth faster and faster over your clit, “What if daddy saw you now?”
“Fucking hell, Mary...” you cried, hands bracing on the tank of the toilet to steady yourself while your legs shook. “Don’t stop, please...”
“Wouldn’t fuckin’ dream of it, doll...” he smirked, his hips smacking over and over against your ass. True to his word, he didn’t stop, and he pushed your closer, and closer until he felt the trembling onslaught of your orgasm.
As if on instinct, hand on your hip wrapped around your abdomen, holding you upright as your legs shook and gave out, the other keep a steady pace swiping back and forth over your clit. Mary held you up, yes, but continued to fuck into you, revelling in the way you managed to cum so violently that you squirted around his length and onto the floor of the bathroom stall. He kept you going, emptying you of all of it as you cried out, gripping the porcelain tightly.
“Oh, doll, look at you, hm? You made a mess...” he snickered behind you, stilling his hips and removing his hand from between your legs. Instead, he helped you to stand upright, pulling himself from where he’d been sheathed inside you and turning your chin up to him so he could press a bruising and sloppy kiss to your lips.
You turned in his arms, pushing him back against the door of the stall with the little energy you had left as you came down from your high, legs still unsteady. Mary groped at your ass, enjoying the feeling of supple flesh in his palms as he ground his still bare cock against your stomach. And then it dawned on you.
Mary hadn’t cum yet.
You refused to make him wait a moment longer, as much as you wanted to stay attached to his lips to taste his very distinctive flavour on your tongue – beer and cigarettes had never tasted so enticing.
Without a word – mostly because the both of you were so out of breath already – you sank to your knees. Quickly, you noted the wet feeling against the bare skin – your wetness. Mary seemed to notice too, biting his lip when he saw you acknowledge your little puddle of cum and smirk back up at him. He knew what you were about to do, and his cock jumped above you at the thought.
You wrapped a hand around him, feeling the remnants of your arousal at the base of his cock. Leaning forward, you took the head of his length past your lips, swiping your tongue over his slit that had beaded with precum. Between his salty taste and your own sweetness, you hummed in satisfaction and sent vibrations through his whole body. Mary hissed above you, pushing the hair back from your face so he could get a better look.
“You’re fucking filthy, doll,” he praised, leaning his head back against the door and watching you through his eyelashes.
“Mhmm,” you hummed around him, managing a subtle smirk before diving your head down to swallow him whole. Mary grunted above you, his hands slapping to the walls either side of him like you had done earlier; the only thing keeping him composed.
You bobbed your head on his length, using your tongue to cradle the underside of his cock as you hollowed your cheeks. Your hands gripped his belt where it hung loosely around his thighs, pulling him towards you as if it would help you take him any deeper – but you were already nuzzling the soft hair at the base of his dick each time you took him down your throat.
But feeling like he was being desperately pulled and tugged and sucked within an inch of his damn life was turning Mary on more and more, having the exact effect you had hoped. How needy you looked for him, on your knees in a puddle of your own orgasm, tasting yourself on his cock as you made sure you sucked everything your mouth could take of him, as if you needed it as much as he did.
“Shit, you tryna make me cum, doll?” he panted, “You that desperate to taste me?” Mary stroked your hair, watching intently as you fluttered your eyelashes at him and fucking giggled on his cock. You were driving him wild, a familiar tightness coming to a head in his abdomen.
“C-can I cum in your mouth, doll?” he asked, breathless and using every ounce of restraint he had to stave off his orgasm until had your consent to blow his load down your throat. You didn’t answer him immediately, revelling in the torture just for another few moments while you slide your hands from his belt to the tops of his thighs where his jeans were pushed down, then further up to his hips. You stopped there, digging your nails in and humming as you took his length as deep as possible one last time.
The sting of your nails on his skin triggered the beginning of his end, and you retracted your head to balance the tip of his cock on your tongue, allowing him to watch as his seed spilled and spurted onto your tongue beneath him, your fist now generously pumping his length to milk him of every drop you could.
“Dirty little bitch,” he grunted, losing himself to his orgasm and smirking down at you when you winked at him, unable to talk with a mouthful of his spend.
As he finished, he took a deep breath, dragging the palms of his hands down his face and smearing the make-up and fake blood in the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. Not that he cared – he wasn’t precious about his appearance now his night was coming to an end anyway. He stood upright, tucking himself back into his underwear and doing his pants up.
Redressed, he looked down at you, sat so prettily on your knees with your mouth still hanging open, the pool of his cum still sitting on your tongue. Mary smirked and dipped a finger into it, swirling it around before bending down and sucking his own release from his fingertip. You giggled again, satisfied with his reaction and swallowing what was left for you.
“You surprised me, doll...” Mary said with a quirk of his head. “You don’t seem the type, y’know?” He helped you up from the floor, your knees protesting a little from being pressed to the linoleum for so long.
“’Just a tease’, right?” you quoted his friends, an eyebrow raised, “’too prissy’? The type to ‘get you hooked then leave you hangin’ with blue balls’?”
Mary scratched the back of his neck, feeling a sliver of guilt for the way his ‘friends’ had described you – but more so at the knowledge that’s exactly what he’d thought of you until tonight. “Ignore ‘em, doll. They wouldn’t know how to treat ya if they had ya,” he smiled goofily.
“What, and you do?” you taunted. Mary chuckled, tapping his foot against the floor and drawing your attention to the little puddle at your feet.
“I think this proves I do, huh?” He pushed his tongue into his cheek smugly, and you lightly punched his chest playfully.
“You’re disgusting, Goore...” you laughed. “Now gimme my panties back.” You held your palm flat for him to hand them over, but he just stared at it incredulously. Even when you curled your fingers back in a ‘gimme’ motion, he didn’t budge to hand them over, still tucked into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Don’t think I will, nah. Gonna hold ‘em ransom,” he said, leaning against the stall wall and folding his arms over his chest.
“You’re kidnapping my panties?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “But it’s cold without them...” Mary laughed, not moving at all. He was keeping those panties of yours, and you weren’t talking him around. “Fine. Keep ‘em. Plenty more at home...”
“In every colour, I bet...” Mary smirked, reaching behind him to unlock the door to the stall. “Shall we?”
You pushed past him, giving twirling on your heels to exit the bathroom with just enough force that you briefly flashed your bare ass to him beneath your skirt one last time. Mary groaned in appreciation and followed you back out into the bar, jogging to catch up and slinging an arm around your shoulders.
The bar had emptied a little, both his and your friends nowhere in sight. Mary’s jacket still sat on the stool he’d left it on, his cell phone in the pocket.
“So, doll... reckon I could get your number?” he asked, leaning against the bar. You stared at him for a moment, as if contemplating your answer but you already knew you wanted more of Mary Goore.
Without a word, you snatched his cell phone from his hand and typed in your number – your real number, not the fake one you gave to most guys who asked. “I’ll see you around, Goore,” you told him, pushing the phone against his chest once more.
“Can I get you a cab? Walk ya home?” he asked, feeling uneasy about letting a vulnerable girl – with no panties on... - get home alone.
“No need, have another beer. I got a car waiting outside – perks of daddy’s status, I guess,” you shrugged as you picked up the tiny little bag you’d brought with you from the bar where you’d stupidly left it, a tinge of sadness to your voice that Mary didn’t miss, but didn’t push you on.
“And you don’t wanna be seen out there by your dad’s staff with... me?” he asked, already knowing why you wanted him to stay put. You gave him a look of apology, chewing on your bottom lip out of guilt. “Nah, I get it doll. Keep him sweet as long as possible. One more beer won’t hurt me, anyway,” he winked, pinching your cheek to ease some of your guilt.
“Thanks for... tonight,” you told him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks now that reality was setting in a little. Mary chuckled, looking down at his feet. He turned to lean over the bar, calling over the bartender before he looked back at you.
“Any time, doll,” he winked, turning his attention back to the bartender who was finishing up with another patron. By the time he turned back to look at you, maybe even give you a parting kiss to the cheek, you were gone.
And so was the leather jacket from the back of his stool.
You got back home just in time for your curfew that night, careful not to give your father’s security an eyeful as you got out of the car. Just as you’d got back into your bedroom after saying a quick goodnight to your father in his study, you heard the buzz of your phone in your little bag. When you looked, you had a text from an unknown number, the sender only possibly one person...
U thief... guna want my jacket bck doll... nd if u eva want 2 c ur panties alive again, u bettr follow my instructions v carefully... 😉
You smiled at your phone, biting your bottom lip as you text back a reply.
Willing to negotiate a drop off time and location. You can have whatever you want, just don’t hurt my poor panties...
You threw your phone onto your bed, heading into your en suite to turn the shower on – a much needed luxury after the filthy sex you’d had that night. As you stripped yourself from your dress, you heard your phone buzzing again with another text.
Gd girl. Will be in touch xo
You hoped he would. Mary may just have been the excitement you were looking for in your drab little life as the daughter to the Mayor of this suffocating little town.
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New notes and warnings for Reverse The Dancing Knights.
Unlike When a Survivor Bullies who's entire layout was written on one piece of canvas paper, Dancing Knights layout has been written out over fifty pieces of paper. Am I over-thinking things? Yes. I keep rethinking and rewriting parts, and adding to the plot which doesn't help anything. It's a really action-packed, dramatic, complicated story.
Estimate: 25+ chapters. 250,000 words.
New warnings: Rape/noncon will eventually be added to the tags. The memories go over how the fun house started. Certain killers' will relive memories about their experiences. There will be rape/noncon written out.
The romance. I never planned for there to be sexual romance, but I did it to make viewers happy. If you're like me, skip over the sexual parts and imagine it as all platonic. Remember that this is an open relationship. Female and male killer' are involved. I think a total of fifteen killers' are part of the relationship. That's... A lot.
Herman and Evan's relationship. As I've said before, this story involves killer x killer moments, and while most of those moments are implied in the background or in short, non-graphic scenes, people still want to crucify me for it. But this is how the story is. Herman x Evan is something I'm writing for myself and to build tragedy and angst. They will be the most graphic relationship I write out of the killer x killer side. Like, I really love their dynamic in this story, and I've always wanted to write them in a background relationship. So this is basically me taking advantage of an opportunity to write one of my favorite ships.
This story isn't so much about the reader than it is the killers. I call this reader my "pawn" reader. I am going to put them through the wringer in this story. They have to give emotional support to over fifteen killers. They do not have a source of comfort for themselves. They have to stay strong and alert. They care deeply for the killers even if the killers don't always show appreciation. It's a tragic relationship dynamic. The pain this reader is going to feel... I can't wait to write it!!! Satan told me to tell you loves that he said "hi".
Jokes aside, this reader is one of my favorite reader-inserts that I've created. They're the biggest and physically strongest of all my reader-inserts, with the manliest physique. They were the least traumatized, but that changes over time. The pain that they experience is so much different from what my other readers experience, and I love it. The saddest part is that their redemption arc won't happen until the sequel.
I will tease everyone again by saying that every killer that comes after Carmina is essential for the story/the sequel.
The voting. Oh, my loves, what makes you think I wouldn't choose Danny to go back to the fun house? You know how petty I am about him. If the fun house even does get rebuilt, I know who I'm sending there! Kidding, kidding. There's no telling what the voting is about. I don't even think I know...
Violence. The violence will get a lot, lot worse. I am a meanie-panini with this story. But, just like in My Saddest Journey, I will put the abuse in italics so you can skip it. I am very cruel. But, in my opinion, the more you love the characters, the more you make them suffer.
I think that's it? This story is a complicated wreck. I don't know what else to say. Mainly I wanted to warn folks about the rape/noncon, the violence, and the killer x killer relationships. What was supposed to be a simple, cute story about healing has now turned into an ugly train-wreck of emotional and physical chaos. It's rough. It really is. I apologize.
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Top 5 ships not including Dialuci (because we know dialuci reigns supreme)
One
SOLOBARB
Two guys with divorced energy having delectable hate sex that has consequences to the plot with diametrically opposed goals. Oh and one of them is the most powerful being of all time and the other guy has a magical leash on him, the only one who does.
You know that trope where someone nurses someone back to health in a cave? Yeah that actually happened.
Thirteen said Solomon’s soul used to sparkle, and we know that Barbatos had regrets when he was younger- hello, empty space, let me settle on your bountiful lands.
Two
SOLOMEON
They literally have a nuclear family unit.
These two are theatre-gays commenting on the events of the plot in their little opera house, two narrators bouncing ideas off each other.
Solomon, the human with immortality, and at one point in time, Simeon, the angel who became mortal. Discuss.
Three
SATISTO
Anti-Lucifer League up to eleven!
Satan the learned gentleman who has to rein in his uncouth side and Mephistopheles who was born into a family with ideas of inherent nobility. Nature vs Nurture.
They’re both well-connected people and have the potential to destabilize the entire Devildom in a well-orchestrated political plot if they didn’t actually carry affection for Diavolo and/or Lucifer.
Four
SOLODEUS
All I learned making this top 5 list is that Solomon is sluttier than Asmo, and he’s also a switch.
Asmo definitely power-bottoms this guy. That is where the hickey came from.
It doesn’t matter that Solomon has a pact with Asmo, the guy is wrapped around Asmo’s finger and will do whatever he wants, including carrying him around bridal style and doing face masks with him.
Five
THIRTEENxFMC
Chaos. Actual chaos.
“Teehee I made a trap, do you wanna know what it does?” “OMG YES!” “If I pull the trigger-wait MC no!” “Oop.”
This is my stand-in for ThirteenxLilith. The soul caretaker x the most beautiful soul.
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Satan, Sin and Death (A Scene from Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost’)
Artist: William Hogarth (English, 1697–1764)
Date: c. 1735-1740
Medium: Oil paint on canvas
Collection: TATE Britain, United Kingdom
Paradise Lost Epic Poem
Paradise Lost is an epic poem in blank verse by the English poet John Milton (1608–1674). The first version, published in 1667, consists of ten books with over ten thousand lines of verse. A second edition followed in 1674, arranged into twelve books (in the manner of Virgil's Aeneid) with minor revisions throughout. It is considered to be Milton's masterpiece, and it helped solidify his reputation as one of the greatest English poets of all time. The poem concerns the biblical story of the fall of man: the temptation of Adam and Eve by the fallen angel Satan and their expulsion from the Garden of Eden.
The main conflict of the poem involves Satan’s jealous desire to corrupt God’s new and beloved creation by creating human distrust in God’s plan, a distrust that will lead to disobedience. Through the temptations of the antagonist, Satan, Milton emphasizes the corruption to which humans are vulnerable if they are not spiritually aware of the manipulative power of evil around them. Adam and Eve’s inner struggle, an effort to resist temptation, symbolizes the innate human desire to stay loyal or true to a spiritual compass, which, in Milton’s poem, is represented by God’s exhortations and the messages of his angels.
The inciting incident of the poem finds the antagonist, Satan, banished to hell, where he and his fellow devils construct a temple called Pandemonium, a symbol of chaos and irrationality, and then plot both to make a good out of evil and an evil out of good. Milton portrays the devils’ apparently democratic decision as ironic evidence of their failed capacity for reason: Satan refuses to accept God’s rational hierarchy—that the Son is superior to him—and settles on irrational disobedience. In an allegory reminding the poem’s readers of a conventional Christian understanding of the fall, Satan begets Sin who begets Death. He volunteers to corrupt God’s new and beloved human beings, and a bridge is built between Hell and Earth.
The rising action explores ideas about free will and a redemption in which God’s Son will willingly sacrifice himself, God’s plan for human salvation. The Son is the instrument through which God acts, and Milton shows how God and the Son work separately, yet are manifestations of the same entity, working as one. Free will is one of the major themes of the poem, and Milton suggests a paradoxical idea about it: a human being is free to choose, yet is only truly free when choosing the good. Events unfold as Adam is visited by the Archangel Raphael who recounts the story of creation, reveals the primary conflict between God and Satan, and describes the latter’s fall and the War in Heaven. The war stands as an extended spiritual metaphor in which disobedience leads to one’s blindness from the truth. Raphael warns Adam to be wary of Satan’s temptations; Adam’s choice will rest entirely in his own hands.
At the poem’s climax, Satan accomplishes his goal by convincing Adam and Eve to become disobedient. Plagued by envy and despair, Satan flatters Eve, convincing her to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. He presents knowledge as a means with which she might equate herself with God, using his perverted reasoning to demonstrate how knowledge can be used for evil. Eve, in turn, convinces Adam to join her in this act of disobedience, and he dooms himself, unable to bear the thought of losing her. Ultimately, he chooses loyalty to Eve over loyalty to God. As the pair’s heightened senses take over, their capacity for reason diminishes. The further Adam and Eve drift from God, the more reduced their powers of reasoning become.
In the falling action, Adam and Eve awaken to their banishment from Paradise. They find themselves in a world of shame and evil, blaming each other for their condition, and Sin and Death subsequently enter the world. The fall, however, paves the way for humanity’s redemption and salvation; thus, Milton claims that his epic surpasses the ancient classics, as it pertains to all of humankind, not to a single hero or nation. The archangel Michael grants Adam visions of a future in which his offspring commit murder, as well as scenes of people living for pleasure and the flesh. Unlike Satan, Adam and Eve repent by praying to God.
Michael, in the poem’s resolution, recounts the idea that a Messiah will eventually arrive to reunite Heaven and Earth, noting that there will be much suffering before that reconciliation. Milton suggests that Adam and Eve’s fall is the “felix culpa,” or happy fault or fortunate fall, for God’s mercy is shown. Individuals, he suggests, may hope to redeem themselves through devotion and obedience to God, forming an aspect of his ultimate plan. Comforted by these suggestions, Adam and Eve, in the poem’s final scene, exit into a new world. They have been led to understand that obedience to God and his love for his creation will lead humanity toward salvation, toward regaining a Paradise that has been lost.
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