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vampireistic · 6 months ago

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failed replaced!MC AU

ཐི synopsis: diavolo has sent down a brand new human exchange student! one that, unfortunately, seems to be very keen on stealing all the limelight for themselves…with such pathetic results it’s almost endearing.

ཐི feat. demon bros

ཐི warnings: mentions of blood/injury, second person

ཐི a/n: yanked this idea from @squeakyducky ! ٩( ᐛ )و named the human exchange student “notus” after the greek god of the south wind because in the comic the MC is called “zephyr” after the god of the west wind (not directly in opposition of one another in mythology but i thought it would be fitting). + also this is kinda long…(;_;)

You weren’t upset about having a new human exchange student, no-one really was, but just the gut feeling that Diavolo was going to throw you in as their guide was really starting to irk you (having to deal with several argumentative debate-lords thirsty for your attention doesn’t give you much energy to deal with newbies).

Who knew though? Maybe this was exactly what you needed; a break from all the fantasy in the world for a touch of realism. A touch of home.

However, soon as that portal twinkled to reveal a rather attractive human figure bursting with confidence, your latent arcane abilities smelled trouble. But then again, you were rarely right about first glance opinions on people, maybe this was just another instance?

Ok, well, when you tried going up to introduce yourself you were met with a glare so maybe you weren’t so wrong after all. Benefit of the doubt, you repeat to yourself. You remember being particularly snappy to people within your first arrival - it’s natural instinct! I mean the brother’s also threatened to eat you on the first day here, perhaps they’re just naturally standoffish.

“This is Notus, our newest human exchange student! Please be sure to give them a warm welcome.” Diavolo’s voice boomed across the council hall, eyes gleaming with excitement. Like the first time, the brothers introduce themselves one by one, each a little more on edge than the last - maybe they felt that weird energy too?

Whatever, you pushed those thoughts aside for the time being and took on the role as the newest babysitter for a human that seemed to have a much unnecessary distance while walking next to you.

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It started off fine:

Occasional misplacement of your items; an untied shoelace that makes you trip (with Mammon getting a heart attack as he pulls you up by your wrist); messing up an elixir you were sure that you measured correctly; and opening your bag to find your homework gone.

Childish antics that you tried your best to push blame onto either your own forgetfulness or a misplaced prank that was meant to mess with Lucifer. But somehow, it got so much worse - and that little demonic human decided to finally take fault of their pranks by flaunting it off with pride.

“Oh, MC?” Notus caught your attention with a double tap on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy the nature reserve?” Mammon tilted his head to the side, confusion scrunching his face as he looked over at you.

“It was really lame, Thirteen would’ve done better.” Of course you were not referring to an actual excursion, no, you mean the wild animals that had magically found themselves a snuggly home in your bed as well as the plethora of Devildom-specific deadly mushrooms and herbs that replaced your old plant pots.

“Hah? What are you two yappin’ about?” Mammon huffed, clearly annoyed that he wasn’t part of this big secret that you two seemed to share. Notus smugly cuddled up to him, arms wrapping around his bicep a little too tight. “Oh it’s nothing! Just a little…gift, I got MC as a thank you for being such a great guide!”

“Oi! How come I never got anythin’ from ya when I had to babysit?” His brows furrow as he clearly attempts to, rather nicely, shrug off the unwanted attention. This is the first time you’ve seen Mammon look so visibly uncomfortable - clearly oblivious to such a fact, Notus continued snuggling themselves closer, trailing their fingers up and down Mammon’s arm.

Of course, you ended up telling all of this Lucifer, to which he implemented a special spell on your lock so no sneaky human that’s barely acquainted with magic could unlock, with the reassurance that if these “pranks” and unwanted behaviours escalate, it would be taken to Lord Diavolo directly.

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Mammon was an obvious first victim for this weird power trip of a game - he’s as kind as a lamb and just the teeniest bit dumb (lovingly so, you reassure him) - but somehow the antics got more assertive and the targets much more hazardous. Satan. Honestly at this point, all you could feel was pity as you sat in the living room, nose buried in a book that Solomon had instructed you to study.

Notus had lived alongside you for a little over two weeks now, and while those small pranks continued, this is the first time you’ve seen them take on an “opponent” that would be way too much to chew. Sliding onto the couch with a careless saunter, Notus cozied themselves up into a cushion right near Satan’s arm, their breath basically ghosting over his neck. His face twitched.

“What?” Satan scowled, a face you haven’t seen in a while crunching his usually stoic expression to a frown.

“Sataan, can you please help me study? I’m struggling in Seductive Speechcraft and need a bit of…” their hand awkwardly inches closer to his hair, “guidance.”

“Go find a book or ask your lecturer.” He aids somewhat clamly, before that mask slips off momentarily to threaten them: “Don’t bother me, you’ll regret it.”

Well, that ended quicker than you expected. Guess even the ever so bold exchange student cowers at the icy glare from the Avatar of Wrath? You can’t help but giggle from where you sat, to which Notus immediately looks up for, facing twisted in an ugly scowl.

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After the failure that didn’t even really begin that was the day before, Notus went for someone much more gullible and easy to please. The favourite orange-haired glutton. Offering him a massive, drool-worthy sponge cake from the human world that they swear, “MC asked me to deliver!” He wasted no time in scarfing down the citric frosting soon as that familiar melodic sound of your name hit his ears.

Beelzebub isn’t known to be someone who’s reluctant to not eat things - unless it’s Mammon’s or Solomon’s sacrilegious cooking - but in this case he wished he could control himself when it came to things that look and smelt promising. Because soon as that icing coated his tongue, his belly grumbled with a heinous rage. Not one born from hunger, no, but rather nausea. Thankfully, Beel’s a big dude who can handle pretty much anything, so it’s not like whatever poison or foul-tasting potion that was slipped between the buttercream did him any damage (apart from ruining his mood), but nonetheless, he felt horrible and got a lengthy scolding from Belphie to boot.

He doesn’t blame you, you might’ve just messed up somewhere and that’s ok! Beel sets the rest of the cake aside with a little warning label that it made him feel ill and if it did him, it could probably kill anyone else, before scurrying off to find an actual bite to eat. Guilt did gnaw at him for a while because, normally, he’s easily able to eat anything you make since you make it with so much love! But Beel can also recognise foul play when he sees it and also comfortably assess that the icing used wasn’t mixed in the way you do it.

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These little instances stopped for a while, which made you foolishly believe that perhaps they learnt their lesson and decided to turn in for the better. Notus manages to surprise you once again - instead of targeting the brothers, the attention comes back to you. The original plan was; conjure up a curse on your pillow that forces you to have perpetual nightmares, which henceforth makes you irritable and hopefully slip up in front of the brothers, preferably make you so grouchy that you say something irredeemable.

What factor Notus failed to account for is the fact the brothers also LOVE your room, and a person who specifically loves stealing shit from you is Belphegor, who so unfortunately kidnapped that one pillow ridden with a curse while stumbling into your room with a drowsy head.

The House of Lamentation isn’t known for being quiet, so the bickering downstairs over breakfast overwhelmed the space per usual, but soon as those thumps of heavy footsteps echoed down the flight of stairs connected to the twin’s room - the house went eerily silent. An overly irritated Belphie ghosts into the room with darker eyebags than normal, his face hauntingly pale with a vein popping from his forehead, body limply dragging itself.

Notus felt the hairs on the back of their neck stand up as Belphie saunters behind them, looming over like an owl would a mouse before growling: “Do you always ruin the things you touch, or is this a hobby?” Belphie may be the youngest and therefore the weakest, but when it comes to anything dream and curse related, he will know exactly who’s behind it. And if you hadn’t taught him the slightest bit of mercy, he was sure Notus’ skin would serve Asmodeus as a nice handbag.

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Speaking of the jewel Asmodeus, Notus’ technique was much more…social sabotage based. Spreading a vile rumor around RAD that you made a disparaging comment about Asmodeus’ character was a sure fire way to get some sort of hate train going. Rumours spread fast around RAD, especially when concerning one of the Devildom’s most infamous partygoers, after all - and the drama was sure to escalate when the oddly beloved MC was involved. Notus devilishly giggled to themselves, before knocking on Asmodeus’ room, hands clasped together in faux prayer.

The door swings open to reveal Asmo adorned with silver jewellery that coiled together like moonlight kissed webs, earrings curling into shiny heart shaped crystals that he seemed to still be putting in. With a raise of a brow he smiled politely: “Yes, hon?”

“I saw the awful things MC said about you! I’m so sorry…you must be going through so much pain,” Notus sniffles, that drama class they took back in Year 9 really paying off for once. “If it’s any consolation I think you’re amazing…I mean even all your jewellery know looks like it was practically designed with your image in mind, it’s so glorious!”

Guess they took Satan’s advice after all.

Asmo is kind. Somewhat - ish…But not when it comes to people that use cheap tricks against his beloveds. Sure, the flattery was great, but appreciation is always better when it’s genuine and sincere, specifically your praise was something his vain heart sought afer. “Aw dear,” Asmodeus cooed, hands cupping Notus’ face gently, an act that makes them smile a little unnervingly. “If you knew me at all you’d know I designed these, quite recently in fact.”

Shit.

Notus felt their face heat up in embarrassment, hands suddenly clammy with sweat. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t feel so great to be caught in a scorpion’s tail. “Sweetie,” he laughs, patting Notus’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “You could never turn me against MC. They’re real, and you’re just…trying too hard, aren’t you?”

The grip on Notus’ face suddenly tightens, that orange hue in Asmodeus’ eyes tinting a more saturated shade. “Feel free to say whatever you wish about me, but utter another word about my MC, and I’ll drain your marrow and leave your bones bare of sinews.”

A not so nice reminder that bloodlust is still a form of lust.

That backfired spectacularly. Instead of you getting bombarded with hate and being shred apart in anything you posted, it was the newest exchange student that was the prime highlight of what desperation and pathetic self-esteem looked like. Comments ranged from anything like:

“Lord…this is just embarrassing for them lol”

“thanks for the tutorial on social suicide <3”

“an attempt was made…but it should’ve been with a rope.”

Much to you and the brother’s greatest dismay, the forum that was freely spouting random comments about the situation was gradually shut down under Diavolo’s leadership. He did find it the teeniest bit funny though…

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In naming pathetic self-esteem, a particular water dweller comes to mind: Leviathan. He was going to be a tricky one to lure (said in a hopeful manner as if the others weren’t total failures). Not particularly because he’s the third oldest, making his raw power single-handedly capable of wiping Notus away from existence. No, it was the depressing fact that he’s a recluse that seethes to himself whenever you giggle at a joke someone other than him has made.

Although, they did manage to misuse his social awkwardness to their advantage - by acting shy and nervous as they sweetly ask if they can also join the gaming session with you and him. Levi chose a multiplayer dungeon crawler, the kind where cooperation is key — and where you certainly have excelled before. Notus, however, had other plans.

Small, inconsequential mistakes didn’t bother Levi too much…you and him were good enough for the time being, but by level, these “mistakes” of theirs just spiralled uncontrollably. Taking up important loot meant for you, and even using rare healing potions on themselves at the wrong time, leaving your character on the brink of death.

“Oh no!” Notus gasped, hand to their mouth. “I didn’t mean to—uh, sorry, Levi! I guess I’m just not used to such a complicated game.” They glanced slyly at you, a smug grin creeping onto their face.

Levi frowned, his tail twitching with irritation. “It’s not that complicated,” he muttered. “You just...have to listen.” You don’t even remember when he switched into his demon form, but you can somewhat presume it was around the second the first whine gasped from their lips.

Despite their blunders, Notus managed to turn the situation into a chance for attention, constantly praising Levi in exaggerated tones. “Wow, Levi, you’re so good at this game! I mean, you basically carried us, right?” They laughed, shooting another smug glance your way. “MC must feel so lucky to have someone like you showing them the ropes.”

 Levi blinked, looking between Notus and you. His face flushed, but not in the usual embarrassed way—it was frustration. “What are you even talking about?” he snapped. “MC doesn’t need me to ‘carry’ them. They’re actually good at this!”

Notus tried to backtrack, laughing nervously. “Oh, sure, sure! I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

“Just stop.” Levi's voice was uncharacteristically firm. His eyes darted to you, softening. “MC doesn’t need someone like you pointing out their skills. They’ve already proven themselves. Unlike, uh, certain people who don’t even know how to play.”

The match ended shortly after, with Levi muttering about how “toxic noobs ruin games.” He didn’t invite Notus back for another session.

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Lucifer’s patience had worn thinner than a threadbare string. The complaints from his brothers about Notus's antics had escalated from minor annoyances to full-blown disruptions of their routines. Asmodeus couldn’t walk down the hallway without Notus latching on to him, Leviathan’s game nights had been interrupted by bizarre "accidental" server crashes, and even Belphegor muttered in frustration about charms slipping into his blankets to make him "dream of Notus."

Through it all, you have endured the worst of it — every petty prank, sabotage attempt, and unwelcome spell aimed at undermining your place in the Devildom. You’ve handled it with your usual grace, brushing off bruised egos and minor inconveniences with an easy smile. But this time, Notus had gone too far.

Self efficacy is quite the funny theory - the more you believe in yourself, the more likely you are to succeed. The more successes you have, the better your confidence. So how come even without that, Notus seemed to be as determined as ever to ruin your mood?

The prank seemed harmless at first—a minor tripwire spell meant to tangle your legs and leave you stumbling in embarrassment. But Notus, in their reckless desperation to make you look bad, underestimated the strength of the curse. When the trap activated, you didn’t just trip - you were violently flung forward, crashing into a jagged edge of a chair (there’s too many of them in the House of Lamentation as you just got to personally establish).

The sound of breaking wood reverberated through the house. You hit the floor hard, crimson spilling from a deep gash on your arm where wood had pierced skin. Placing your fingertips on the gush of blood pooling around the scratches, your hands webbed with red iron.

Lucifer arrived almost immediately, his presence a storm brewing in the hall. His brothers, frozen in stunned silence, stood back as he knelt to examine you. His gloved hands trembled faintly as he carefully removed the shards and inspected the various wounds that differentiated in size and depth.

Notus tried to deflect, stammering about how it was just a joke gone wrong, their confidence cracking under Lucifer’s piercing glare. “I-I didn’t mean for it to—MC is just so dramatic, they—”

“Silence.”

Lucifer’s single word was sharper than a blade, and the room fell into an oppressive silence. His wings, usually tucked away, unfurled slightly — a stark warning of the fury he struggled to contain. He rose to his full height, towering over Notus, his face a mask of cold fury.

“You’ve been a disruption from the moment you arrived, but this? This is beyond forgiveness.”

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Notus didn’t learn their lesson, of course. Their jealousy burned too brightly to let them stop. But this time, you’ve sincerely had had enough, and with Thirteen’s help, you concocted a poetic dose of karmic justice mingled with a touch of the classics.

Diavolo was long informed of the incident involving you previously, and further filled in on all the previous attempts of ruining both your reputation and relationship with your family. A little meeting in the RAD council room was in due order - one which all of the affected were invited for a silly show.

Lucifer stood impatiently next to a stone-faced Diavolo. You would find it slightly threatening if you didn’t know what was going to happen in just a few moments. Thirteen sat next to you, swinging back and forth on a chair as she grinned at you with every wavering gaze at one another.

And like moth to a flame, blazing with both frustration and smugness, Notus strolled on in. Well, I say stroll - I mean struggle with opening the door before they accidentally put too much pressure on the handle, leading to the doors gushing open with a far swing, and the buckets utop the bar to drop down like catharsis.

A greedy sorcerer from sorcerer’s society that just so happened to notice you when you came in one day with a few of the brother’s and Solomon the Wise himself - Notus couldn’t bare the idea that a little thing like you could swoop in and charm them so easily.

Now covered in a disgusting, webbed display of pig’s blood and some sticky consistency of water mixed with honey, Notus simply stands there, allowing defeat to settle in while the crescendo of giggles cuts deep into their pride.

“Alright alright, I’ve got enough of a laugh out of this,” you clap your hands, whispering an incantation that forces a gush of water to rain down upon them, washing away the weird concoction that coated their skin.

“Aw what, that’s no fun lol.” Leviathan pouts in the background.

“Whaaat!! What a bore…” Mammon grumbled to himself, looking away from the sopping wet dog once his eyes accidentally caught theirs.

“MC…” Notus sniffled pitifully, looking up at you through tear-stained lashes.

“Yes yes, I know,” you sigh, hands on your hips as you try your best to articulate your reasoning for this baseless morality. “This isn’t forgiveness or anything, the stuff you’ve done warrants actual apologies but hey, I’ve had a few of the demons in here attempt to kill me before,” Belphegor coincidentally looks away, “a few jabs at my reputation with failing results was honestly a little funny.”

Notus’ eyes glimmer with shiny stars and fat blobs of tears as they murmured a very simple:

“Fmnf…I love you.”

“…”

“Huh?”

#also kept exchange student GN bc…it feels weird to make them either or lol #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me nb #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you

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rozenphox · 1 year ago

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tall people problems

#starfire #teen titans #koriand'r #dickkory #robstar #dick grayson #dc comics #myart #i might have spawned a weird college au #kori exchange student isekai #babs shows up later and is queer wally shows up later and is queer jason shows up later and is aro #yeah lets see how far my brain actually takes this lmao

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yuwuta · 11 months ago

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please feed us some yuuji blurbs there’s a lack of him rn :(

ofc… sweetest boy all time… here’s something was was meant to be a longer project but got lost in the editing whirlwind… love him so bad...

NEVER LOST IN TRANSLATION, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT

notes: reader is implied to be american/english-speaking, yuuta and megumi are bilingual, yuuji, bless his soul, is not. i didn’t use italics for conversations between yuuji and megumi because it would all be in japanese, but when they get mixed later in the scene, japanese is differentiated with italics. hope that’s not too confusing lololll

Honestly, Yuuji tried his best in school. Some things came easier than other, but with a bit of hard work, and help from his friends, he always managed to pull pretty good grades. But right now, his biggest regret is not taking english more seriously in high school, because it’s been about three weeks since he met you, and he’s only been able to say maybe five full sentences to you without the help of Yuuta or Megumi translating.

He was excited when Yuuta said his friend from abroad would be coming to visit and study, but god, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty. To have such pretty eyes, and pretty lips, and pretty hair, to have the prettiest voice in the world despite him only understanding every eighteenth word you say. You’re beautiful to him, and Yuuji thinks that even if he could speak your language fluently, the words would still get caught in his throat. He’s so lovesick, it’s embarrassing—his friends have been harping on him blushing and stuttering over you for the past month, and he can’t even blame them.

“What does she say to you when you guys talk,” Yuuji whines, hovering around Megumi, and not-so-discreetly looking back at you where you’re still sat in the living room laughing with Yuuta, “Does she ever say anything about me? I mean—probably not right? Which is fine! Actually, dont tell me—no, do. Or maybe—”

“She asks about you,” Megumi says, matter-of-fact in delivery, as he places a bag of popcorn in the microwave, but that doesn’t curb Yuuji’s enthusiasm. He’s practically bouncing, if he weren’t already—begging Megumi to spill the details, “What did she ask? Tell me! Tell me!”

“She once asked if you dye your hair.”

“That’s it?!” Yuuji screams, heartbroken, and visibly deflating.

Megumi shrugs, “Yuuta probably knows more. She’s his exchange buddy friend thing, so ask him.”

“I can’t ask him, he’s right next to her!” Yuuji pouts, “Wait, what does ‘exchange buddy friend thing’ mean? You don’t think they’re more than friends, right…? I can’t blame her, senpai is really pretty, too, and he can actually talk to her… so unfair.”

“You know, she’s not fluent, but she can understand some Japanese,” Megumi reminds him, “So, she can definitely hear you, and probably understand you.”

Yuuji’s shoulders slump, and once again, he turns around to look back at you. This time, you two make eye-contact, and that instant, Yuuji’s cheeks go pink, a nervous hand raised to wave at you, and instant internal regret at his actions; but, then you smile, and wave back, and Yuuji stays like that, dumbfounded and lovestruck and on autopilot as he waves with hearts in his eyes until Yuuta looks up from his phone and catches him.

Embarrassing. He knows he’s not the brightest, but he’s at a record high of self-embarrassment since he’s met you.

Yuuta finds himself chuckling when Yuuji spins around and goes back to prodding Megumi with questions. When you turn to face him again, it’s with a shy smile.

“I told you you’d like him,” Yuuta grins—the kind that seems sweet and innocent, but has just a kiss of that all-knowing tease to it; the kind that reminds you that he’s truly related to Satoru.

“Oh, be quiet,” you grumble, tucking your legs in and resting your chin on your knee. You spare another glance in Yuuji’s direction, for once, grateful for the language barrier between the two of you, when you turn back to Yuuta to proclaim: “I can like someone and not do anything about it. You’re real good at that, aren’t you?”

Yuuta’s slightly cocky grin falls into a scowl, and now you get to smile when he argues back, “We said not to bring up he who shall not be named in the presence of my friends!”

“Then don’t bring up my he who shall not be named in the presence of him!”

“Aren’t Americans all about forging new frontiers and chasing after your dreams?” he taunts, “Well, your dream is right in front of you.”

“My dream right now is to kill you.”

“Lucky for me, you’re going to have to hold off on that because your lover boy is approaching.”

You don’t have time to argue back with Yuuta when Megumi and Yuuji approach the living area with snacks in tow. Yuuta scoots to the tail end of the couch under the guise of giving Yuuji space to place the popcorn and nuggets in the center of the coffee table, but he has just enough time to flash you a wink before Yuuji settles in between. Megumi opts for the loveseat closets to Yuuta’s end of the couch, and you do your best not to reach over Yuuji and strangle Yuuta.

The boys decide on watching a movie you’ve never heard of, but Megumi reassures you it’ll be easy to follow and has English subtitles. You don’t mind, settling in to your corner of the couch with a handful of popcorn just as the title-screen for Human Earthworm 3 rolls across the TV.

You can follow along well-enough—even without subtitles, you get the gist of the movie. What you really find entertaining is Yuuji, who occasionally blurts out a comment or exclamation, or audibly coos whenever something sad is happening on screen. He’s almost as animated as the characters; you’re more of the silent-watcher type, but you find yourself endearing by this commentary, even if you can only understand parts of it.

You particularly appreciate the way that after every comment, he either motions to Megumi, or turns to you himself to repeat his thoughts in his best broken English, and even when you don’t understand his words, you understand him. His emotions are all on his sleeve: frustration, happiness, confusion, curiosity—communication between you two should be more difficult, but Yuuji makes it easy.

It gives you the confidence you cough out your own observation, “You, um… you’ve… seen the others? You seem to like this series.”

Across the room, Megumi and Yuuta hold their breaths, opting to not translate for you when you switch from Japanese to English. Yuuji is quiet for a moment, turned to face you with a slightly confused look on his face that makes you nervous, until his eyes brighten up and he smiles and begins nodding fervently—“Yeah—yeah, I do! It’s my… hm how do I say it… Oh! It’s my favorite!”

Between the smile on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and sincerity in his voice, you feel like you’re wrapped up in his world. It’s a little confusing, and scary, but it’s not all that bad. Maybe you can do something about it, eventually.

“I.. I think I like it, too.”

#anonymous #i love love through different languages...... love is the ultimate language or whatever satoru gojo said #this au was supposed to be a whole thing #but the toggle between differentiating japanese and english makes it hard ://#the only way i can think of that isnt a complete visual nightmare is with italics but even then... i hardly like using italics to begin wit #sigh... oh he's cute #also there's a WHOLE exchange student yuuta au in my head where hes the love interest #one of those easily 60k aus that would be beautiful but idek how to begin writing it #anyways yuuji cutest boy #yuuji x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #anyways i have more yuuji smut blurbs to finish but alas i must study 😔#yuuji.ask

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suiana · 1 year ago

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(yandere! foreign exchange student x gn! reader) (thanks for 8k 😍😍)

"can you stop being so annoying?"

"what?"

he stares at you with a raised eyebrow, pouting as he rests his cheek on his palm. with both arms propped up on the table, he reaches out his other arm towards you. obviously you back away in disgust at his affection... and you can't help but notice the way he narrows his eyes at your reaction.

he, as in, your annoying buddy. hiroto yamada, your buddy for the foreign exchange program which you were unwillingly made to participate in.

you knew bad things would happen when you saw the program, yet you were made to participate in it because you had joined the university wellbeing club. curse you and your past impulsive decisions.

honestly, things were fine in the beginning. apart from the fact that you had to socialize with others and waste your breath explaining things in the university... everything was quite alright. he wasn't too extroverted, liked to keep to himself as well...

that was until you started suspecting that he liked you.

you didn't want to believe it. there was no way. like, it's literally the absolute worse thing that could happen that would disrupt your peaceful school life.

so you pretended to not see the obvious signs he threw at you. you treated him like how you used to treat him, aka like a classmate you wouldn't talk to outside of class...

so it wasn't unexpected that he'd get frustrated. in fcat, it was actually a wonder that he managed to go for so long without shouting at you to stop ignoring the signs (he lasted 6 weeks).

eventually he confessed but... you didn't accept. duh. you didn't even like him that way! you didn't even treat him like a close friend so why would you fall or accept his love?

so you rejected him. understandable response.

but he wouldn't take it for an answer.

so he constantly pestered you in hopes that you'd finally give in and say yes. which is what led you to your current situation.

"you know, trying to act like my boyfriend..."

"but I'm just practicing for the future that will happen?"

he raises an eyebrow, seemingly confused as you roll your eyes at his reply. you make no move to explain yourself because you knew that he understood what you meant. he's a smart guy after all. he just likes playing dumb to get on your nerves.

and right now he's doing that.

you honestly wanted to just beat him up but that'll never work out in your favor. so you settle for the next best thing and that's to ignore him. and it always works.

turning around to face away from him, you plug in your ear phones and tune his blabbering out as you attempt to ignore him. it worked for a little bit but he always gets irritated the second you lose interest in him.

"hey pay attention to me..."

he whines softly, tugging on your shirt. you continue to ignore him, humming softly as you scroll on social media. oh this is a nice post-

but the second you move your hand to like it, he yanks the phone out of your grip and hides it in his bag. his face displays an annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips.

you wanted to smack his face so bad. and you were just about to do that until he speaks in a chilling tone.

"you can't keep ignoring me. you know that we'll end up with each other. it's inevitable."

he mumbles before caressing your cheek. you shiver, eyes wide as your blood runs cold. shit! unconsensual touch! unconsensual touch!

but as much as you hated his touch, you couldn't move away for you were too frozen in fear. he always had a way of scaring you with his voice. and he loved to abuse it.

"you're really going to make me mad... so please don't keep resisting. it's not humourous or cute."

he mutters quietly before giggling as he lets go of your face. all you do is stare at him, still frozen in place as you gulp and finally look away.

god damn it. you really should've fought harder to get out of the exchange program.

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere foreign exchange student #yandere foreign exchange student x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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Obey Me! The Exchange Students I

Part II

As the first human to attend the Devil's Exchange Program, you had walked through the gates of this infernal realm a year ago, unsure of what awaited you. Your time in the Devildom had been a whirlwind of unexpected friendships, cultural shocks, and—let's be honest—a fair amount of chaos. From awkward encounters with demons that were far too interested in your human snacks, to getting tangled in the absurdly confusing politics of the Demon Lord’s court, you had survived it all.

When you had first arrived, it was just you—one lone human (Solomon definitely does not count! His immortal ass) on an exchange program that no one thought would succeed. Yet, somehow, it did. Diavolo, the charismatic Demon Prince, was so impressed by the success of your year-long stay that he decided to expand the program. His vision? To introduce more humans to the Devildom. And so, the program grew.

Now, seven humans were entering the program, each assigned to one of the infamous seven demon brothers. Their personalities were as varied as the colors of the rainbow, and you had to admit, you were curious how this would work. What made you pause, though, was the fact that each of the brothers was paired with a human. For a brief, fleeting moment, you couldn’t help but feel… uneasy. Seeing the brothers each assigned a human…made you question your place. It was a strange feeling, an uncomfortable thought gnawing at you. Was it jealousy? Or insecurity?

But you also knew that this wasn’t about you. It was their job. The brothers were given this task because Diavolo trusted them to guide and protect the new humans, just as they had done for you. It was just a job, right? Still, that tiny seed of doubt lingered, gnawing at the back of your mind. Would they care for these new humans the way they cared for you?

There was something you hadn’t fully considered—the sheer length of time the brothers had lived compared to the short, fleeting year you’d spent with them. A demon's lifespan wasn’t measured in years or decades—it was centuries. And in the grand scheme of their existence, a year? That was nothing.

Would the feelings they’d developed for you last? At first, you tried to push the thought aside. Surely, their bond with you was deeper than just a passing interest. But doubt crept in, and the more you thought about it, the more your stomach twisted with uncertainty. What if, after you left, the brothers would simply slip back into their old ways, as though you’d never been there? Would they still hold onto the bond you shared, or would it fade with time, as some distant memory of a human they once cared for?

There was that gnawing thought in your mind: Out of sight, out of mind. The brothers were used to long separations. Was it possible that, once you were gone, their memories of you would blur? Was it even realistic to expect that your year-long stay had truly impacted their eternal lives? Perhaps it was just the nature of demons. Time meant very little to them. But you weren’t like that. You were human. You’d only been there for a year, and even now, you weren’t sure if the relationship you had with each of the brothers was strong enough to withstand time and distance.

As you stood before the House of Lamentation, a strange mix of emotions churned inside you. Part of you wanted to believe in the bond you’d created with each of them, but another part of you… wondered if, like many things in the Devildom, it was just a fleeting moment in their endless lives.

You couldn’t help but wonder: Do they still hold the same strong feelings since you were gone?

Lucifer

Lucifer’s assigned human is a self-assured, confident individual—a bit too much for their own good. They walk around like they own the place, constantly giving orders and demanding attention from everyone, even Lucifer himself. They have no respect for Lucifer's position—assuming that because he’s a demon, he’s subservient or lesser in some way. Lucifer doesn’t let anyone speak to him like that, especially not humans. However, he bites his tongue and uses his incredible patience, knowing that it’s his responsibility to ensure the human’s safety and that they adjust to the Devildom properly.

Lucifer’s typical interactions with this human test his limits. Their bossy attitude has him holding back, trying to remain diplomatic, especially since he doesn’t want to risk any issues with the exchange program. Even though they constantly challenge his authority, Lucifer keeps his calm, regal demeanor. There will be moments of passive-aggressive tension, where Lucifer’s patience is thin, but he’d never let them see how close they are to crossing a line that could make him lose his temper and make the human lose their life.

The halls of the House of Lamentation felt as familiar as ever—the low hum of magic in the air, the faint scent of dark roses drifting lazily through the stone corridors. You hadn’t been here in what felt like ages, but everything, from the sleek marble floors to the faint sound of boots echoing through the vast chambers, was just as you remembered. You missed everything—the dim lighting, the faint scent of black roses. But most of all, you missed him. When you spot Lucifer by his office door, your heart clenches. He’s leaning against the frame, arms crossed, that familiar poised stance still intact. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, softening a rare crack in his usually stoic demeanor. He knew you were here; he could just sense your essence and it was unmistakably you.

“Welcome home darling.”

Your breath catches. The way he says it—low and sweet—makes your chest tighten. The two of you slowly gravitate toward each other. You can feel the weight of the years between you, all the unspoken things, the distance.

Mammon always joked about how Lucifer was older than dust, how he’d lived before Earth, before mankind itself. Surely, someone with so much knowledge, so much experience, would forget—right?

The thought stings more than you care to admit, and you shyly avert his reach, walking further into his office. Your fingers brush over his paperwork absentmindedly, pretending to focus on something, anything else but the way he’s looking at you. The subtle tension, the way your heart races—you’re scared to feel him.

“You remember…me?” you said timidly.

Lucifer watches you carefully, his presence is as strong as ever, but there’s a gentleness in the way he moves toward you. He stops beside you, his voice is calm and steady, laced with warmth.

“Of course, I remember you.”

He presses himself against your side, just close enough to let the heat of his body fill the space between you. His hand finds your hips, touching you softly, the feeling of his fingers trailing just a little lower, just a little too intentionally. The touch sends a wave of warmth rushing through you, and you blink in surprise, your breath catching in your throat.

“You remember me that well?” you ask quietly.

Lucifer’s gaze softens, and his lips twitch in the slightest hint of a smile.

“How could I forget?” He leans in closer, the deep, rich tone of his voice wrapping around you like a velvet embrace. “You’re not someone I can forget, no matter how many years pass.”

His hand moves along your side, brushing your skin, fingertips barely grazing. His touch is gentle, making every nerve in your body stand on edge. He moves so smoothly, drawing you closer without a single word. He’s done this dance with you—he’s always known how to make you feel like you’re the only one in the room.

Without warning, his touch shifts, just enough to land on a particular spot. The instant he touches you there, your entire body freezes. It’s an intimate, private place that only he has ever touched. And now, feeling his fingers press there so softly, the connection between you feels electric. Your cheeks flush, your heart races.

You quickly look away, trying to suppress the warmth creeping up your neck, but Lucifer’s gaze never wavers. He can see it—the way your body reacts to him, the way you can't quite hide it.

“Does this still affect you, darling?” he murmurs with a small, knowing smile.

You glance up at him, and before you can say a word, he’s lifting you effortlessly, settling you onto the edge of his desk. The cool surface beneath you contrasts sharply with the warmth radiating from him. He stands in front of you, his eyes tracing over you like a careful artist, admiring what he's longed to see again. His gaze softens, and he leans in just slightly, enough to be close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

“I remember every moment with you,” he says, his hand resting gently on your thigh, his touch almost possessive yet filled with a tenderness you always expect from him. “Every look. Every laugh. Every sigh. You’ve never left my thoughts.”

Soon a voice cuts through the moment. “Lucifer. I need you now. I have some business to take care.”

Your eyes flicker to the side, and there stands his assigned human. He’s standing with his arms crossed, furrowed brow, and an arrogant tilt to his chin. He glances at you briefly but dismisses you immediately, clearly prioritizing his own agenda.

Lucifer’s gaze narrows. “Excuse you?”

“I have an appointment in the Human World,” the guy says impatiently, tapping his watch like he has the right to rush the Avatar of Pride. “You need to escort me.”

You glance at Lucifer, expecting him to give his usual polite but firm dismissal. Instead, his entire presence darkens. The air shifts—the weight of his magic pressing heavily in the corridor. His eyes narrow into something dangerous, his hand twitching slightly as if restraining an urge.

Lucifer’s voice lowers, deep and venomous. “You dare interrupt me?”

The human scoffs, oblivious to the danger. “Yeah, and? That’s literally your job, right?”

Big mistake. HUGE mistake. Without another word, Lucifer steps toward him, his boots heavy against the stone floor. His magic crackles faintly, the tips of his ebony wings materializing ever so slightly—a slow, deliberate display of power. The temperature in the hallway seems to drop several degrees. Lucifer’s tone is icy. “You seem to have misunderstood your position here, human.” His eyes gleam with a dangerous glint as he leans in slightly. “You are under my protection. Not my command.”

“But—” the human stammers.

Lucifer narrows his eyes ever so slightly, “Allow me to remind you of your place.”

The human stumbles back slightly, his face pale. His eyes flicker toward you, almost as if searching for help, but you just arch a brow. Yeah, you’re not helping him. Lucifer takes a slow step forward, his boots clicking against the floor.

“You are nothing more than a temporary guest in this realm. Do not mistake my hospitality for servitude.”

The human backs away, visibly shaken, his previous arrogance completely shattered. He practically bolts out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him. The moment he’s gone, the room falls into heavy silence. Lucifer slowly exhales, closing his eyes for a brief moment as the lingering tension in his shoulders dissipates.

He then turns back to you, his expression immediately softening. His wings dissipate reigning in his magic. When he meets your eyes, the contrast is jarring—the sharp, merciless demon replaced with someone who only ever looks at you with tenderness. He strides over to where you’re sitting and leans down, bracing his hands on the desk, caging you in.

His face is inches from yours, “Now… where were we?” he murmurs, voice like honey, as if the previous encounter hadn’t just made you weak in the knees.

Your breath catches slightly at his sudden shift in demeanor. You stare into his eyes, the lingering traces of his dangerous aura making your pulse quicken. Lucifer’s voice lowers further, his lips brushing your ear. “You do know… I only obey you.”

Your eyes widen slightly at his words, and a delicious shiver runs down your spine. His low chuckle rumbles softly against your skin. He captures your lips in a slow, possessive kiss.

“There is no one who comes before you. No one.”

Bonus Detail:

After the incident with Lucifer’s assigned human, the poor guy is so intimidated that he immediately requests a reassignment.

The human, now constantly on edge, has to remind himself not to interrupt Lucifer while he’s with you.

He knows the human assignment is a mere formality, but when he’s with you, he’ll take every opportunity to make you feel like the only one that matters.

“You’ll always remain my priority, no matter how many humans Diavolo sends my way.”

Mammon

He finally gets the taste of his own medicine. Because of their reckless nature, Mammon is forced into the role of a responsible protector—something he’s not used to, given his chaotic personality. He has to be the voice of reason, preventing them from making dangerous decisions like setting things on fire, taking wild risks, or just generally creating a mess of things. Mammon has to constantly babysit, running after them to stop them from doing something ridiculously dangerous. He’s often seen yelling at them. Mammon has always been reckless himself, but now, with his human, he gets a taste of what it’s like to be the responsible one—and it's not easy.

The House of Lamentation looms in the distance, its ominous yet familiar architecture sending a flutter through your stomach. As you make your way down the path, your fingers brush the iron gate. It swings open with a low creak, and that’s when you hear it—his voice.

“Oi! Get back here, ya idiot!”

You turn toward the sound, and there he is—Mammon. He’s sprinting after a chaotic blur of a human, his jacket billowing behind him, blue eyes narrowed with exasperation. His hair is messier than usual, sticking out at odd angles from clearly having a rough day. His D.D.D. is clutched tightly in his hand, and his mouth is moving a mile a minute as he barks orders. But then… He sees you.

His entire body locks up, eyes are wide in disbelief. For a moment, everything else falls away—the background noise of the human shouting, the distant chaos, the entire Devildom itself. It’s as if the world slows down, and all he can see is you. The human tugs on his jacket, clearly panicking about something, but Mammon doesn’t even blink. His gaze is locked onto you—and only you.

“...No way…” he breathes, barely above a whisper.

Your name tumbles from his lips in a voice so gentle and reverent it makes your chest tighten. Without thinking, he drops his D.D.D. and shrugs off the human like they’re nothing more than a leaf in the wind. The human stumble but Mammon doesn’t care—he doesn’t even notice him anymore. He’s already moving toward you.

Before you can process it, Mammon crosses the distance in an instant.

“You’re… You’re really here…”

His hands are suddenly on your face—trembling fingers brushing over your cheeks, your jaw, your lips, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t touch you. His eyes search yours frantically, almost like he can’t believe you’re real.

“I-I missed ya—damn it, I missed ya so much,” he stammers breathlessly.

And then, before you can respond, he crushes you against his chest, burying his face into your hair. His arms lock around you tightly, almost desperate. You can feel his heart pounding violently against your own, racing so fast it might burst from his chest. His fingers fist into the fabric of your clothes, knuckles pale from the force of his grip. You gasp softly at the intensity of his embrace, but then you melt into him, your arms winding around his waist.

“I missed you too,” you murmur into his jacket.

You feel him shudder slightly at your words. His fingers trail up into your hair, trembling as they card through the strands. He presses you closer, as if trying to memorize the feeling of you in his arms all over again. For a moment, he just holds you, his breathing ragged and uneven, as though he’s trying to keep it together but failing spectacularly.

A loud crash echoes behind you, breaking the quiet intimacy of the moment. You glance over Mammon’s shoulder, startled, only to see his assigned human tangled in a heap of broken wooden crates. Something is smoking in his hands, and his jacket is slightly singed.

“MAMMON!” the human shrieks, waving his arms. “I NEED HELP! I—I THINK I MIGHT’VE… OH, SHIT, IS THAT A DEMON HOUND?!”

You hear feral snarling in the distance. You look at Mammon in mild panic, but…He doesn’t even turn around. His arms are still locked around you, his face pressed into your neck, ignoring the absolute chaos behind him.

“Tch. He'll be fine,” he mutters gruffly, nuzzling further into you. His hands tighten on your waist. “Ain’t no way in hell I’m lettin’ go of ya for that moron.”

You blink in surprise, glancing over his shoulder again at the disaster unfolding behind him. His human is now frantically stomping out the flames on his jacket, screaming something about impending doom, while the distant demon hound howls ominously.

“Mammon—” you start, but he cuts you off with a low, gravelly murmur in your ear. “Nah… Don’t care. I ain't lettin’ ya go.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but then you feel him kiss your temple—slow, lingering, and achingly gentle. When he finally pulls back slightly, he gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes, his pupils slightly blown out.

“I ain’t lettin’ ya go,” he rasps. His eyes soften, filled with nothing but raw, unfiltered love. “Don’t care what happens—ya hear me? Yer mine.”

Your chest tightens at the tenderness in his voice. His hand cups your face, his thumb tracing slow, reverent circles against your cheek. “No one’s takin’ yer place,” he breathes, leaning in closer, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours.

“Yer always first, sweetheart.”

He closes the distance, kissing you deeply. His lips move slowly against yours like he’s savoring you, desperate to memorize your taste all over again. And despite the chaos and screaming still going on in the background, Mammon doesn’t even flinch. He’s far too busy falling in love with you all over again.

As the chaos continues to unfold behind him, Mammon’s frustration grows. His human is still yelling, running around like a headless chicken, and the shrill sound of him calling his name echoes through the air. Every time he screams his name, Mammon’s brows twitch in annoyance, and his grip on you tightens slightly. He’s had enough.

With a low, frustrated growl, Mammon’s eyes flick toward the disaster unfolding in the distance. His human is now struggling with an oversized demon hound, trying to fend it off. Mammon clenches his jaw and mutters under his breath.

“Ugh, seriously? Can’t a demon have a damn moment!”

In one swift motion, he pulls you closer, his hands gripping your waist possessively, and before you can even blink, you’re airborne, flying higher into the sky. You yelp, but Mammon’s grip on you is firm, holding you securely as he takes you to the roof of the House of Lamentation.

Once there, Mammon wastes no time. He sits down cross-legged, and pulls you into his lap without hesitation. His arms curl around your waist, and his lips are already pressed against your temple, sighing deeply in contentment. He leans back against the roof, his eyes closing for a brief moment before looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Ain’t no way I’m lettin' some idiot ruin this moment,” Mammon mutters, still sounding gruff. His hands trail slowly up your back, pulling you closer to him, locking you in place on his lap. His eyes never leave yours, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Now... I want somethin’ from ya,” Mammon says, his voice lowered to a hushed whisper, a hint of impatience creeping in. “A kiss. Keep 'em comin' ya hear? I need ‘em, lots of it!"

You blink at him in surprise, but Mammon's expression is unwavering, his gaze full of longing. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, each kiss slow and soft. Until he pulls back to ask “Well? What ya waitin’ for?”

You smile, a warm, tender feeling spreading through your chest as you return his kisses, each one more passionate than the last, the world fading into the background. The sounds of his human’s chaos below seem so distant now, as Mammon only cares about the feeling of you in his arms, keeping you close and demanding more of your affection.

Bonus Detail:

Later, once you’ve reunited properly with the brothers, Mammon gets lectured for abandoning the human.

“Mammon… What happened to him?” Lucifer.

He only shrugs lazily, throwing an arm around you, “Eh… He didn’t die.”

The human, still limping, waves off the concern with a weak smile, “I’m alright… really… just a sprained leg… and a… couple broken ribs…” Just as he finishes speaking, he faints and collapsing onto the floor.

Mammon doesn’t even flinch, instead looks at Lucifer with a smirk. “See? Told ya. He's fine.”

Lucifer just sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. Mammon ignores the gravity of the situation and instead decides to tease the current shocked expression on your face.

Leviathan

Leviathan’s human is like the ultimate cheerleader, helping him see his own worth and that he deserves a little bit of love, especially from you. They’d also be a great source of moral support. They also have a love for outdoor activities. Leviathan would find it so awkward and be overwhelmed by their energy. He’d much rather sit with his games and anime, but they don’t give up.

Slowly, he realizes they’re not trying to change him but to help him grow and experience life outside of his comfort zone. By the end of their time together, he’s probably more appreciative of outdoor activities and even starts to enjoy them, but he’ll never admit it. He just likes having a balance now — time for gaming and time for a little adventure. They have some playful streak in — always willing to try new things and encourage others to push their boundaries, including Levi.

You’re standing outside of Leviathan’s door, your hand hovering just over the handle. For some reason, you can’t bring yourself to knock right away. Your chest tightens slightly as you stare at the familiar wood, memories rushing back. You remember the hours you spent in his room, watching anime marathons until you both passed out. You remember him excitedly rambling about a new game, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm while he explained the lore. You remember when he shyly held your hand for the first time, his face flushed to his ears. But now… you aren’t sure what to expect. Finally, you muster the courage and gently knock on the door, “Levi? It’s me.”

There’s a brief pause, followed by the sound of something crashing inside. You hear Levi’s frantic scrambling—the familiar shuffle of game cases falling and his tail smacking against furniture. You can practically picture him panicking at the sudden intrusion.

“J-Just a sec!” he calls out, his voice breathless.

When the door finally creaks open, Levi stands there, slightly disheveled, his face flushed from his hurried movements. His amber eyes widen slightly when he sees you.

“Y-Y/N…?” His voice barely above a whisper, like he’s afraid you’re an illusion.

You give him a soft smile, expecting him to pull you into the room—maybe even into his arms. But instead… he hesitates. His eyes flicker nervously over his shoulder.

Your gaze follows his, and that’s when you see her. Leviathan’s assigned human. She’s seated on his gaming chair, her back to you, completely immersed in one of Leviathan’s newest games. She’s wearing his headset, chatting casually with other players online.

“How do I pause the game? Ugh! I don’t know how to jump!” she panics.

Leviathan notices your expression immediately, and his eyes widen slightly in panic, “W-Wait! I-It’s not what it looks like!”

His tail nervously coils around his ankle, a clear sign that he’s flustered. But you can’t help the pang in your chest. The scene is so… familiar. It reminds you of all those times you gamed with him, wearing his hoodies, sitting in that same chair, listening to his ramblings.

“Oh. You’re… busy.” Your voice comes out smaller than you intended.

Leviathan visibly panics, his hands flailing slightly as he steps toward you. “N-No! I’m not busy! She’s just—she’s just— l-leaving!”

The human twists around in the chair and gives you a sincere smile. “Oh! You must be Y/N.”

Leviathan stiffens, his eyes wide in horror, his face instantly turning red. “W-Wait, Don’t—!” But before he can try to shut her down, she appears before you, her grin wide and enthusiastic, “Levi talks about you all the time! You’re like, his favorite person!”

Leviathan’s tail whips around wildly, knocking over a few figurines in his panic. “N-No! I-I don’t know what you mean! I don’t… I don’t talk about her that much!”

The human presses on, practically bouncing with excitement. “Oh, you’re so cute! You’re the one in all his pictures! He has them all over his shelves. I swear, you’re like, the highlight of his life! It so adorable!”

Leviathan looks as though he’s about to faint right there, his tail coils around his ankle so tightly that it’s almost cutting off circulation. “D-DON’T say things like that!” He shrieks, grabbing his head like he’s about to explode from embarrassment. You feel a little bad for him, but his flustered state is just too sweet. You give him a teasing smile, leaning a little closer to him, “You never told me you had all those pictures of me.”

Leviathan freezes, and his eyes widen in shock. “Th-They’re just there for… for sentimental reasons!” At this point, Levi is literally hiding his face behind his hands, mumbling under his breath in defeat. It’s clear how much he still cares.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, “I missed you too.”

“Y-You do?”

You nodded shyly, stepping closer and closer. For a moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just the two of you, standing there in the dim light of his room. As you both stare at each other, you feel a strange pull toward him—an invisible force drawing you closer. You notice his pupils are dilating, and the way his breath catches in his throat. Then there is a quiet voice from behind him—a voice too excited for its own good. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You glance over at Leviathan’s human, who is now quietly chanting, eyes gleaming with mischief. She’s practically grinning from ear to ear, clearly loving the drama of the situation. Leviathan’s face turns beet-red, and he practically staggers backward, his tail flailing as he trips over a stray video game case.

“W-Wait, R-Right now—! I-I can’t—!”

Before Levi can retreat any further, you make a decision. Stepping closer, you place your hands gently on his shoulders, guiding him toward you. Without giving him time to overthink, you pull him in, and your lips meet his—quiet, soft, and shy, just like everything between the two of you had always been. Leviathan’s body stiffens at first, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, but then he melts into the kiss. His arms, still a little hesitant, tentatively wrap around you. His tail, which had been nervously flicking behind him, curls tightly around your leg in affection.

His heart is practically hammering in his chest, and for a moment, it feels like the world slows down. All that’s left is the gentle warmth of his lips against yours, the softness of his touch, and the steady rhythm of his breath. The world outside seems distant, unimportant. You pull away after, your eyes on his, but just as you do, you hear an unmistakable sound—the giggles of Levi’s human.

“Ooooh, that was so cute!” she teases, clearly loving the scene unfolding before her.

Leviathan’s eyes widen in shock, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he starts to sway on his feet. Then, in a sudden, dramatic swoon, his eyes roll back, and his knees give out beneath him. In a dead faint, Levi crumbles into your arms, leaving you to awkwardly catch him. The human stands there, eyes wide with disbelief, her mouth hanging open in utter surprise.

“Did he just—?”

You can’t help but sigh softly, feeling a mix of amusement and fondness. “Yep. He does this sometimes. Don’t worry, he’ll wake up in a second. It’s totally normal.”

The human’s jaw drops even further as she stares at you, her eyes darting between Levi, unconscious, and you, who seems completely unfazed by the situation.

“You’re... you're seriously telling me that he just faints like this all the time?” she asks, incredulously.

You give a small laugh, trying to adjust Levi’s weight in your arms, “Unfortunately, yeah. But I’m getting used to it by now.” With a soft groan, you attempt to move him, but he’s heavier than you expected, “Can you help me get him into his tub? He’s kinda heavy.”

The human snaps out of her stunned state and nods eagerly. “Sure!”

Together, the two of you awkwardly drag Leviathan’s limp body across the room. Every now and then, you accidentally bang him against something or nearly trip over him, but you manage to get him into the tub. Once he’s finally settled in, you let out an exhale, dropping onto the floor. The room falls into a moment of silence. After a moment, you look over at Leviathan, still knocked out, and then glance back at the human.

“So… what else did he say about me?” you ask eagerly leaning in.

The human’s eyes light up, a mischievous glint flashing in her gaze. Levi is not going to be happy when he wakes up.

Bonus Detail:

He definitely made up for lost time, having intimate conversations in the tub, noses inches away as you two cuddle.

Constantly feels you up, muttering a shy sorry if he grabs you too hard. What? He's nervous, okay!

Leviathan’s human is the ultimate wingman.

She’s always making sure his brothers don’t cockblock.

Definitely takes secret candid photos of you two to give later, adding to Leviathan's collection.

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