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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Rituale Septem - Day 6: Greed

Pairing: (Swiss x Dewdrop x f!reader)

Summary: Terzo takes a step back from guiding you in the ritual, but he fails to tell you why. He sends his Ghouls to you instead - luckily for you, those Ghouls know just what you need to forget about Papa Emeritus III. If even just for a moment...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Angst, threesome, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, double penetration, some m+m elements (potentially a sexual awakening...), double creampie, mind break, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

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A/N: Just popping here to say again, the Ghouls all have silver masks and are trainees under Terzo's reign for the time being. I don't know Terzo's Ghouls well enough to be able to write their characters. Thank you for understanding - Enjoy!🖤

Prev: Day 5 - Envy | Next: Day 7: Pride

October 30th

What a fucking idiota.

Terzo reprimanded himself as he stood in the doorway to his office. After a night of sleeplessness, tossing and turning with images of you screwing his half-brother or Satan-forbid, your tear-stained cheeks he’d missed when you watched him railing Christine in front of you, he was exhausted. It was karmic, and he knew that. He deserved it.

He stared at the chairs in front of his desk, reliving the events of yesterday. He knew the mistakes he’d made, and he wasn’t sure how to make up for them. But Primo had been extremely useful and given him direction, at least for now. He would be taking a step back; you didn’t need him to complete your goal.

“Good morning, Papa,” Christine greeted from behind him, somewhat hesitantly as if she knew of his fragile state of mind. Terzo jumped even at that, turning his head as if shaken from a dream.

“Oh, uh... sì, buongiorno,” he dismissed her, stepping into his office and heading for his desk. Christine gingerly followed him in, standing between those damn chairs and the door.

“Did, um... Did you talk to Sister ____?” she asked, worry in her tone.

Terzo was instantly transported back to the moment he’d found you in Copia’s workshop, walking into... that.

“Um... not exactly,” he sighed. Sister Christine rolled her eyes.

“Papa, seriously? You can’t just hide with your tail between your legs, you should-”

“She was a little busy,” he interrupted, sternly. “Don’t worry, Christine. I got what was coming to me.”

Christine’s brows furrowed in confusion, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She saw the pained look on his face, how different he looked today. His face looked puffy with a lack of sleep, his paints thinly applied and not to the usual crisp standard. Even his hair wasn’t styled so neatly, parting in the middle and falling over his forehead. She wasn’t sure what had happened when he’d gone to find you yesterday, but she also knew she shouldn’t ask.

“O-okay... Well, Sister Imperator left a note for you on my desk this morning,” Terzo didn’t hide the groan of disdain at the mention of Imperator, “I know, I know... She requires your assistance in setting up the Great Hall for the All Hallow’s Ball tomorrow. Apparently, your opinions on decorative party supplies are a necessity.”

“Va bene, (Okay,) I’ll go soon. I just need to do something first... Would you leave me?” he asked.

“Of course,” she nodded with a sympathetic smile, and left him to his own solitude.

Terzo dug around his desk for his stationary set, pulling out a clean parchment and his expensive ink pen, and began to write...

Sorella ______,

I have every belief you can finish this on your own. You do not need my assistance, or my guidance. With just two sins left, I’m positive you can achieve what you wish for.

Enjoy the Ball tomorrow evening.

Papa Emeritus III

He had hoped his belief in you would shine through his brief note. Apologies felt like an insult to your intelligence, and any kind of confession of feelings felt too distracting to your task at hand. This would have to do.

He folded the parchment, sealing it with a fresh wax seal, and got up to leave, heading towards the Great Hall. He would hand the note to one of his Ghouls on his way and ask them to drop it off, leaving you to complete whichever of the two sins you chose today in peace, and without his interference.

He owed you that much, he thought.

The knock at your door that morning startled you, completely unexpected. A part of you, childishly, hoped that it was him... Maybe he’d come to apologise, giving you an opportunity to do the same. Hell, even if he showed up pretending nothing had happened and wanted to jump right back into the ritual, you’d let him. You just wished you’d see his face on the other side of that door; the rest you’d figure out.

But you were sorely disappointed.

Instead, Swiss and Dewdrop stood shoulder to shoulder, a piece of folded parchment in Swiss’ hand.

“Good morning, Sister ______!” Swiss chirped, entirely too giddily for such an early call. Dewdrop remained as silent and stoic as ever.

“Oh... Hi.” You sounded disappointed even to your own ears. Swiss’ signature smile dropped, and behind his mask his eyes squinted in suspicion.

“Well... okay, then...” he shook it off, unsure if he should pry. “Got a thing for ya!” he held the parchment out to you, notably with the wax seal facing up and proudly displaying Papa’s crest indented into it. You stared at it for a beat too long, and Swiss shook it in front of your eyes, awakening you from your own analytical trance. You took it from him, stepping back into your apartment and dropping lazily with a huff onto your couch. Swiss invited himself in, sitting on the opposite end whilst Dew hovered in the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

You popped the seal on the paper, unfolding it to see Papa’s handwriting in a short and frankly abrupt note. Your eyes skimmed it, reading and re-reading over and over, and getting visibly more annoyed with each read through.

“I have every belief you can finish this on your own.”

On your own.

Was he fucking serious? He was just... abandoning you? No apologies, no explanations... he couldn’t even be bothered to show his fucking face today, getting his Ghouls to do his dirty work?

“You fucking asshole...” you muttered, screwing the note up tightly in your fist and throwing it to the floor, slamming your back against the couch and folding your arms like a toddler in a tantrum.

An awkward silence fell over the room, losing yourself in your own thoughts again. So, he was just going to leave you to perform pride and greed alone, with no guidance, not even a hint at what the hell you could possibly do for either one? He'd ruined it. He was spoiling the entire ritual, after you’d done everything you could to stay on task and with just two days left.

Your mind worked itself into a dizzying array of possible scenarios you might be able to play out for the remaining sins, trying desperately to think of something, anything you could do today for either one. Nothing stuck, too complicated by the confusing mix of anger and disappointment in the pit of your stomach.

You’d almost forgotten about the two Ghouls in your presence until Swiss spoke up.

“Sister, are you alright? What did he do?” Swiss’ hand rested on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

“He’s just... leaving me to it,” you spat. Swiss was even more confused.

“To what?” he asked. “I don’t understand...” he looked up to Dew, who just shrugged with a shake of his head.

And so, you explained. You told them of the ritual, of each sin you’d performed – conveniently leaving out of course the part where you were now harbouring some very confusing feelings about Papa Emeritus III – and what it was all for. To your surprise, Swiss and Dew listened along attentively, without judgement. Dew came to sit beside you on the armrest of the couch too, his attention on you and allowing you to vent. You’d half expected some clever quips to come from Swiss but no, they both just listened.

“And now, for some reason, he’s just abandoned me and said ‘okay, ______, figure it out yourself’.” Of course, you had an idea what that reason was... clearly you’d pissed him off, but he’d started it when he dove dick first into your friend and laughed at you for having any kind of negative reaction!

Reality set in, and tears welled in your eyes. You really were going to fumble this ritual, now. You wouldn’t get to hear the Dark One’s voice, you wouldn’t get the guidance you had been so desperate for and frankly, you were beginning to question once again your place in the Ministry. You may as well start packing your bags now...

Swiss and Dew shared a look you missed; one of sympathy, like they both wanted to do something to console you. They didn’t want to see a sister lose her faith, particularly not one as kind to the Ghouls as you.

“Well hey, maybe we can help think of something?” Swiss slapped Dew’s back from behind you to encourage him. He nodded vigorously, placing his hand on your other shoulder. “What sins do you have left?”

“Pride and greed...” Your voice shook with unshed tears. “What the hell am I going to do?”

Swiss thought for a moment, shuffling closer to you on the couch to wrap an arm around you and pull you to lay on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm while you burrowed your face into his neck, allowing yourself a moment to collect yourself, take some breaths.

“Pride is a tough one, that’s about thinking of yourself before another, like being narcissistic or vain, but it can come down to something as simple as self-respect. How you embody that in sin, I don’t really know. I always thought it was a stupid one. What’s wrong with loving yourself, hm? Never got God’s problem with that. Think he just didn’t want people thinking they were better than him...” he scoffed. “Ironic that he made pride a sin when there’s never been a deity with a higher superiority complex.”

You chuckled at that; he was right. But it wasn’t giving you much confidence in how to perform this...

“But greed is easier. That’s about having an excessive, selfish desire to acquire something... Like power or money. Could be... pleasure...” he hesitated there, looking down at you through his mask. “I mean, you could... desire excessive pleasure?” he asked.

You sat up, brain ticking over what he’d said. He was right again, of course. You could...

“I think that, if you wanted to... we could help with that?” Swiss tested the waters, looking up at Dew who nodded slowly in agreement. “Only if you want us to, of course...”

“You’d do that for me?” you asked, sitting up and looking between the two Ghouls. The idea of it far from horrified you. In fact, you had been a little disappointed after your encounter with Phantom that you were too exhausted to find out what Swiss and Dew could do for you. And let’s face it, you were running out of options and time. You had no doubt at all in their ability to enact this sin with you, and you trusted them enough to do so.

“Sweetheart...” Swiss moved in closer, his lips hovering by your ear, tone deepening significantly, “Do you have any idea how disappointed we were when we realised our dear Phantom had exhausted you the other day?”

Swiss’ breath was impossibly hot against your neck, spreading goosebumps over your skin where he moved your hair behind your shoulder with one finger. Dew slid onto the couch on your other side, trapping you between the two of them. He stayed silent as he always did, but his eyes sparkled with an interest that hadn’t been there a few moments ago.

“I-I was disappointed... too...” you stuttered as you felt Swiss’ teeth nipping at your ear lobe, Dew’s hand coming to rest on your knee and drawing delicate patterns into your skin where the hem of your skirt couldn’t quite reach. This was moving fast, but frankly, you didn’t have time to hesitate – you'd only talk yourself out of it, and you didn’t want to do that.

“We could... make you feel good, Sister...” Swiss teased, pressing his lips to the spot on your neck under your ear that sent a wave of arousal through your body. “Just say yes...” he whispered into your neck, drawing patterns with the tip of his nose while Dew’s fingertips travelled up your thigh.

You had to admit, you were easily affected by the Ghouls and their small gestures of affection. At a time when affection was exactly what you needed, you weren’t all that concerned where you got it from. Clearly, it wouldn’t come from the one place you wish it would... And this served a purpose, didn’t it? A means to an end, if you will. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Why deny yourself all the work you’d already put in?

“Fuck it...” you breathed, rolling your head back as Dew attached his lips to the other side of your neck, suckling softly at the skin where previous bruises had yellowed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we intend to...” Swiss promised, a new fervour in the way he kissed your neck, his hand coming to grip your waist where Dew was pressed against you.

You were surrounded by them both, their hands wandering, their mouths working you to a heightened state of arousal. Dew’s hand began to squeeze at your inner thigh under your skirt, his nails scratching the skin and coaxing your thighs apart for him.

You turned your head to face Dew, his eyes hooded and hazy behind the glint of his silver mask. You could see him biting his lip, searching your face for any protests while his hands squeezed and scratched higher and higher up the inside of your thigh but he found nothing. Instead, with a particular sharp scratch to the skin you found yourself whining and latching your lips to his, pulling him to you by his uniform. Dew groaned, shoving his palm against your clothed mound for you to rut yourself again.

Swiss chuckled against your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh just enough to cause a sharpness, never enough to burst the skin. You weren’t sure you’d mind if he did at this point, but instead he laved his tongue over the spot, gripping at your waist even tighter and grinding his crotch into your hipbone.

If anyone had seen the three of you right now, they’d accuse you of being horny teenagers, dry humping and making out unrestricted and messy. Truth be told you allowed yourself to lose control, trusting that the two Ghouls entrapping you would take care of you.

Dew’s hand pressed so tightly against your heat, pressing your panties into you and dampening them on your arousal. You ground your hips as you kissed him, tongues dancing together whilst shockwaves pulsed through your clit. Your whimpers were swallowed by Dew’s mouth, earning a low growl from deep within his chest.

Swiss’ cock had hardened in his pants, still grinding into your hip from the angle he was sat beside you. He’d curled himself around you in a way that allowed him access still to your neck, stretched to accommodate Dew on the other side. He purred into your neck, his instincts taking over.

“Sister, tell us what you want...” he pleaded, reaching to grope at your breast through your habit. You parted from Dew and turned your head to him.

“Make me feel good... Until I beg you to stop,” you grinned wildly, grabbing him by his waistcoat and crashing your lips to his. Dew watched hungrily, his hand becoming more calculated and switching to his fingers circling your clit over your panties. Your body writhed where you sat, overwhelmed with the feeling of hands everywhere, pleasure tingling through every nerve.

As your tongue swirled with Swiss’, he unbuttoned your habit, reaching underneath to push his hand under the cup of your bra – another matching piece that Dew was marvelling now he could see your panties under his hand. Swiss broke your kiss, getting a good look at your body now exposed to him.

“Such a pretty set, sweetheart,” he practically sang, ogling the deep green embroidery of the set you’d put on today, still dressing up for whoever had been lucky enough to see them today. “You put this on for your Papa?” he teased.

Now, logically you knew Swiss meant no harm with that question. He wasn’t teasing maliciously.

And yet, somewhat illogically, the mere mention of his name was enough to rouse an anger in you that had you slapping your hand over his lips and holding him still in front of you.

“Don’t fucking mention him. Just give me what I want, Swiss,” you demanded, resigning to your greed already. You pushed him with all your might, ignoring Dew for the moment and forcing Swiss onto his back. His eyes sparkled behind his mask with mischief, hands reaching for your bare thighs as you straddled him and ripped your unbuttoned habit from your arms, throwing it to the floor.

Dew quickly moved with you, sitting himself between Swiss’ ankles and shuffling until his chest met your back. His hands gripped your hips and sat you down on Swiss’ bulge, controlling the way you ground your pussy against him. For all of his silence, Dew’s actions spoke volumes. He guided you as you rutted against Swiss, taking your pleasure while he nipped into your bare shoulder.

With a rhythm created, Dew could focus his hands on your body, removing your bra and pinching at your pebbled nipples. Swiss groaned beneath you, the sight of you mixed with the grind on his cock an intoxicating cocktail.

“Dew... Dew, get these off her, man,” he pants, pinging at the waistband of your panties. Dew complied, dropping his hands to them and ripping without hesitation, tearing into the material and flinging it elsewhere. “Hope you didn’t like them too much, sweetheart,” Swiss smirked, undoing the zipper of his trousers between you and hissing when you rubbed your folds over his knuckles as he did.

As Swiss began to undress himself, Dew took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t going a second without stimulation. From behind you, he slid his hands under you, pushing his fingers forwards through your soaked folds until his fingertips circled your clit. Your back arched at the sensation, reaching behind you and around the back of his neck to pull his chest against you. He alternated between dragging his fingers through your slick folds and circling your clit over and over whilst you dug your nails into the back of his head, pulling his lips down to yours to muffle your moans in a desperate kiss.

Beneath you, Swiss managed to remove his waistcoat and shirt and push his pants down enough to release his length. He stroked himself as he watched the display above him, seeing you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. He began to talk you through it, coaxing you more and more while Dew’s fingers took on a mind of their own.

“Feels good, huh, baby?” he laughed after a particularly lavish moan escaped your lips and your hips bucked against Dew’s fingers. “Push ‘em inside, Dew. Let her feel you,” he encouraged. Dew did just that, slipping two fingers inside your heat from behind you. You cursed into his mouth, clenching around the intrusion that felt so fucking welcome you almost toppled over the edge just at that.

Dew growled, curling his fingers as he fucked them in and out of you. The coil inside you was tightening impossibly fast, and within a minute you knew you were set to burst.

“Are you gonna cum on his fingers, sweetheart? Come on... Give us one,” Swiss cheered you on, stroking himself and using his free hand to cup your breast, pinching your nipple to punctuate his words. When you bucked and writhed, orgasm finally hitting you he praised you, “There we go, hm? Good girl... Cum on his fingers baby, that’s it...”

You whined and clenched on Dew, biting down on his bottom lip and he fucked his hand into you to get you through it. When the pleasure ebbed away, you leaned back against him, turning your head to look down at Swiss who was smirking, slowly stroking at his now leaking cock. Now able to see his chest, you realised just how built he was underneath his shirt and waistcoat. A thin layer of chest hair contoured his chest and abdomen, right down to where he was touching himself; it drove you wild.

“Good?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Mhm. Want more,” you grinned, bending at the waist to hover over him, your hand swatted his away as you leaned.

“More?” he teased, “Greedy little girl...” You giggled, beginning to stroke him and pushing your lips to his to silence him. Behind you, Dew was busy taking in the view as he sucked on the fingers he’d dove inside you, cleaning himself off. From where you bent over Swiss, he had the perfect view of your rounded and still bruised ass and your exposed, glistening cunt. Tasting you on his fingers ignited something inside him, growling as he licked every last drop.

Swiss noticed his friend’s eyes trained on your core, hearing his growls and broke your kiss to nod in his direction and show you what you’d caused. You followed his gaze and watched the man who was hypnotised by your taste...

“I think he likes you,” Swiss flirted, “why don’t you let him have a taste, sweetheart? I’m sure he can give you another with his tongue...” A deeper, louder growl came from Dew’s throat. “See?”

Looking behind you, you saw Dew’s gaze had fallen on yours as if waiting for permission... “Don’t stop until I’m cumming, Dew,” you demanded, wiggling your hips in front of him.

Like a man possessed, Dew shuffled back on the couch and bent down, shoving his masked face into your ass and laving his tongue over your core. You fell forward at the force, slamming to Swiss’ chest where he held you tightly against him. Laying against him you could do nothing to pump his length in your hand, but Swiss didn’t mind. Plenty of time for that later... For now, he was enjoying the look on your face as Dew dove into your pussy, sucking and licking and nipping at your clit.

“Fuck, Dew... So good...” you whined; Dew’s grip on your ass tightened, his nails burning into the bruises still littering your skin. By now the pain of the bruises didn’t bother you so much, only heightening the depravity you found yourself in. Your mind wondered over the last few days, how you’d been used and fucked every single day in the filthiest ways. You’d tried things you never had before, surprised yourself with new kinks and confidence and allowed yourself the freedom to sleep with whoever aroused you at the time. You’d never felt so empowered...

The memories served to drive you mad with arousal, wanting nothing more than to cum again on Dew’s tongue. Once again, you found yourself close to an end, rutting your hips against his chin. The movement of your hips created short, small ripple-effect moments through your body that were enough to give Swiss a little bit of friction, cock still wrapped up in your hand. He hummed in delight, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

“How does she taste, Dew?” he called down to his friend, knowing full well he wouldn’t asnwer with words. Dew growled again, lost in his own greed. He needed more of you, all of you. Your taste was sending him on a straight road to insanity. “Good, it seems...” he smiled sadistically.

Dew was becoming feral behind you as you rutted against his chin. His tongue dove into you, the nose of his mask adding to your pleasure and winding your coil back up once again until you lost it... You cried out against Swiss’ chest, your hand squeezing his length between the two of you earning a hiss and groan of pleasure. You felt your pussy convulsing, a wave of fresh arousal briefly squirting from you to land on Dew’s tongue as he slurped and drank everything you gave him.

Dew delivered a spank to your ass as he sat up, licking his lips and wiping his chin of your mess.

“Unholy fuck, did you squirt on him?” Swiss asked, amazed as you lay on him, catching your breath. You just giggled in response, words failing you. “Shit, I wanna make you do that...”

“Then... you’ll... need to fuck me, first...” you taunted between breaths.

“You got it, sweetheart,” he kissed you again, reaching between you both to take his cock from you, only to line it up with your entrance and slowly, begin to push inside you.

Dew watched on from behind you, slowly undressing himself as he watched Swiss’ cock sink further and further into you. He was surprised at himself, so turned on watching another man sink into where he had just been burying his tongue and fingers. He thought he might feel possessive, jealous even, but he wanted nothing more than to see you fall apart on his friend. He was enjoying this...

When Swiss bottomed out, he couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling. You felt so warm, so wet around him. Thanks to Dew’s work, you had been able to quickly accommodate him, slick enough to take him without any issues. You sat up, pressing your palms to his chest and rolling your hips against him. Immediately, pleasure returned and that spot inside you fluttered when he grazed it. You needed him, you needed more. Always more, more, more...

Swiss’s hips met yours, rolling against you over and over. He watched where the two of you connected, seeing his cock disappearing over and over, glistening with your juices. In the space between your thighs and his cock, he could vaguely make out Dew behind you, now completely nude and stroking himself in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck...” Swiss breathed, turned on at the sight. “Hey, hey baby...” he tapped at your cheek, getting you to open your eyes you’d closed in bliss and look down at him, “Think Dew needs a hand...”

You looked behind you, seeing Dew completely nude save for his mask, and fucking into his fist much like Copia had been at your feet yesterday. And you got an idea...

“This isn’t fair...” you whined, slapping a hand down against Swiss’ chest in protest. You stopped moving your hips but he continued for the both of you, refusing to stop.

“W-what?” he asked.

“Want more... Want you both,” you whimpered, reaching behind you to stroke at Dew’s cock. He shivered at the contact, and the thought of being buried in you like Swiss was. He wanted you too...

“B-both of us? Like...” Swiss stuttered, now stilling his hips reluctantly.

“Inside me, together. Fuck, I need it... Please?” you begged, looking between them both. The Ghouls looked past you and at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation while you waited impatiently. The thought of having both of them inside you; it both scared and excited you. Were you sure you could take them both? Would it hurt? Maybe they wouldn’t be comfortable with it?

“Dew, if you’re not comfortable man, I get it...” Swiss reasoned; in his mind, he was more than happy to oblige. His cock even twitched at the thought, which came as a surprise to him. He’d never been in such close proximity to another man sexually but he wasn’t opposed to the idea in the slightest.

Dew gave Swiss a look, paired with a slight twist of his head and started to slowly, once again, stroke himself; confirming that the idea was enough to interest him.

“Shit, okay... okay, yeah. You think you can take us, baby?” Swiss’ attention came back onto you.

“With the right prep,” you smirked, looking back at Dew. “Will you help, Dew?”

He nodded in understanding, his hand sliding between your ass cheeks and further down, until his fingertips met where you sat impaled on Swiss’ cock. Swiss watched intently, his body twitching when Dew’s fingertips came into contact with his shaft. Slowly, Dew pushed in one finger as Swiss pushed himself in too, using the movement to aid the stretch of added girth. You saw fucking stars...

“Sathanas...” you squealed, and the two stilled in panic. “No, no... don’t stop. It’s good... so fucking good,” you reassured, and the two men continued... In and out, over and over while you got slicker, messier for both of them like your body knew what was coming and wanted nothing more than to get you there.

Before long, Dew attempted to push another digit in, and slowly but surely, he managed to do the same. Your body was accommodating them both nicely, nothing too rushed, still just slow and gentle. The look on Swiss’ face was a picture, screwed up in his attempts to remain focussed, to not burst into a fit of rutting as hard and fast as he possibly could with how good it felt to be sheathed inside you and have Dew’s fingers pressed against him.

When you were ready, Dew added a third finger, stretching you to a point you most certainly never had before. His wrist ached at the angle, and so he pushed gently on your shoulder until you leaned over, hovering above Swiss and giving him much better access. The new position somehow made it easier on you too, spreading your legs further to accommodate both intrusions.

“I... I think I’m ready,” you said once Dew and Swiss had made sure to slowly push inside as deep as possible while you shivered and spasmed at the feeling. “Please, Dew...”

“He’s coming baby, just a little longer, okay? Wanna be sure...” Swiss reassured, peppering kisses to your neck where he lay. You nodded, letting them work you open a little longer, your slick gathering between them both and creating an easier glide as the seconds passed. Eventually, they were satisfied you were prepared.

Dew looked over your shoulder to Swiss, checking in one final time that he was still okay with this. Swiss just smirked back at him, uttering a “Go ahead, Dew.”

To make the initial entry easier on you, Swiss pulled himself out when Dew’s fingers left you. Dew used that same hand to coat himself in arousal, and finally, the two of them lined up beside each other, their tips just barely grazing and yet... Both of them gasped at the touch. The sound didn’t escape you; and by the look on Swiss’ face, it was certainly a pleasant experience.

Slowly, the two of them pressed into you, sliding gently to fill you together. Dew’s hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the flesh while Swiss squeezed at your thighs, both having to restrain themselves. For you, the feeling of being stretched and filled to your limits was so damn good, you moaned so wantonly that it vibrated through your body and reached them both, tormenting them until eventually they bottomed out together.

“Shit, Dew... You good, man?” Swiss cried, unable to tear his eyes away from where both their cocks pressed tightly against each other inside you. He missed Dew’s frantic nodding, but at the lack of protest he knew he was safe to continue.

They began to build a leisurely pace, moving together in sync and dragging themselves over your g-spot in unison. All you could do was grip onto Swiss’ biceps for dear life, and try not to fall apart where you knelt. You’d never been pushed to this limit before, never taken so much at once but with their careful preparation they had managed to make it as easy as possible for you.

“More... Please, want more,” you hummed, desperate for a faster pace, something rougher and more punishing. You wanted another fucking orgasm... Sure enough, greed had overtaken you.

“Greedy girl,” Swiss growled, beginning to rock a little faster, mismatching his pace with Dew. Dew tried to keep up, but fell a little behind in rhythm. Surprisingly, that felt better than them both being in sync... Now, they were both hitting your g-spot, one after the other, in a similar rhythm to a heartbeat.

You were crying out to both of them, expletives and wild moans between mutterings of their names filling the air around you to a backdrop of slick and sloppy noises as both men fucked into you, harder and harder... Dew couldn’t help his own moans, surrounded by you and Swiss at the same time, a whole new feeling he’d never experienced but unholy shit it felt incredible. He didn’t know another cock against his own could feel like this, never knew how much he’d love this.

Swiss was thinking much the same, enjoying the drag of Dew’s hardness against his own. Both Ghouls were losing their minds inside you. Swiss released his grip on your thighs in search of Dew’s instead, pulling him closer, needing more of him in some form... Dew dropped one of his hands then, able to hold onto both him and you as the two kept pounding into you.

“D-Dew... Oh, shit, why does this feel – ahhh – so good?” Swiss cried, throwing his head back into the couch. Dew roared behind you, curling his body to press against your back and sandwiching you between the sweaty bodies either side of you. You moved a little to the side, to give them room to get closer to each other, something you could sense they definitely needed while they rutted into you with reckless abandon.

“C-can I kiss you, Dew? Fuck man, I don’t know, need more...” he pleaded through grit teeth. Dew pushed himself harder against you both and met Swiss in a bruising kiss neither man had seen coming when this all began. But it felt right, it felt good.

Your head lay on Swiss’ chest, watching the two of them making out as their cocks filled and stretched you. It was all so much, a kind of bliss you’d never encountered. You could feel your end coming quickly, tearing through you as they resigned themselves to the mercy of the other. You gave them no warning, unable to fathom a sentence when a third burst of pleasure soared through your body.

If Swiss wanted you to squirt for him, he’d certainly got his wish. You gushed on the pair of them, violently shaking at the force of your orgasm. The two of them broke their kiss and Swiss lost his mind, feeling your cunt flooding him.

“Fucking hell, I gotta cum... I can’t hold this anymore. Dew, do you mind? Can I cum inside her?” You heard him babble as your brain clouded, coming down slowly while you convulsed and spasmed. You absolutely didn’t mind if he did, but would Dew? He was still buried in you too, after all...

But Dew chuckled breathlessly and tightened his grip on Swiss’ hand, leaning in to kiss him again. He kept his pace up; a sure-fire way of making sure Swiss came inside you, and in turn, on him.

It didn’t take him long once he got confirmation, stilling deep inside you, pressed against your cervix as his cum spilled from his cock and coated not only your walls, but Dew’s shaft too. He jumped and pulsed, desperate howls lost to Dew’s kiss. Dew kept going, slower than before but still rutting against Swiss and sending ripples of a dull buzz through you while it served to prolong Swiss’s end.

Spent and exhausted, Swiss lay back, letting his limbs drop to the couch for a moment before he curled them around you, holding you to him still inside you. He wouldn’t remove himself yet, not while Dew was still plunging into you. He felt his spend dripping down his own length and gathering at the base of both his and Dew’s cocks and pictured what that would look like, smiling to himself dumbly as he enjoyed the overstimulation.

Behind you, Dew had sat back up on his knees to get a better look and yes, Swiss had been right. Where Dew still rocked into you, Swiss’ spend was leaking and mixing with your own. It was the filthiest thing Dew had ever seen, and it shoved him violently into an orgasm of his own, stilling deep inside you like Swiss just had with a strangled roar.

“Fuck, fill her up, Dew...” Swiss encouraged him, talking him through his orgasm as if speaking words that Dew couldn’t. “She needs you, Dew. Fill. Her. Up.” He spat through grit teeth, while Dew’s cock slid against his own and pushed him into oversensitivity. Dew did as he was told, emptying his load into you.

The three of you lay atop each other, spent and exhausted. Neither Ghoul made a move to pull out of you just yet, regaining some strength and regulating their heart rates before they could even think of moving. So, you lay squashed between the two, blissfully floating in euphoria.

“Well, uh... Satan be damned, that was... different,” Swiss laughed, still partially breathless.

“Felt so good, guys... You’ve no idea,” you hummed, affectionately reaching behind you to pat at Dew’s hand on top of Swiss’.

“For us too, sweetheart. Can’t believe you’re a squirter...” You swatted his chest weakly with a dumb smile, earning a chuckle from Dew. “Just wish I coulda tasted that... Dew seemed to enjoy you,” he sighed. He had hoped to taste you at some point, but things had moved in a different direction before he could and he was happy to just go with the flow, give you what you wanted.

And then, he got an idea.

“Hey, sweetheart?” he asked timidly. You raised your head from his chest with a quiet “hmm?”, waiting for whatever he wanted to ask. “Is that the most orgasms you’ve had in one sitting?” he asked, curiously.

“Well, I’ve had three in one before but yes, never more than three. Gets kinda sensitive...” you laughed, settling back on his chest, content to lay there in peace with Dew.

“Well... the first two were mostly just Dew. I never got to give you one of my own,” he pouted. “You think you could take one more?”

Your head popped back up, looking into Swiss’ eyes and thinking over his proposition. You certainly did feel sensitive, but the idea intrigued you. Could you take another? You weren’t sure, but you’d be willing to let him try...

“Um... maybe?” you questioned. Swiss smirked.

“Hey Dew, would it be... just terrible... if I made sure our darling Sister of Sin was sufficiently cleaned up? I think we’ve made a mess...” he chewed on his lip, waiting for an indication from the silent Ghoul behind you.

Dew sat up then, removing himself from you and taking a look at the mess the three of you had indeed made. He checked back in with Swiss, nodding.

“Ah, so we did make a mess. Well, sweetheart, I'd like to offer my cleaning services,” he smirked cheekily.

“I think that’s only fair...” you quipped.

Swiss sat up, still holding you to him but transferring your weight back onto the couch cushion as he carefully removed himself from you too. You did your best to contract your walls, holding whatever you could inside you for the moment. Now, you sat upright, legs hanging over the edge of the couch and slouched lazily against Dew’s bare chest beside you. Swiss stood up, removing the pants that still clung to his legs by his knees, and then took up a position between your thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He looked down at your core, and could see the mess they’d made; covered in slick, cum and puffed up from the relentless pounding. You looked delectable.

Swiss dove in, gently at first, with his tongue lapping around your core instead of directly centre. You still writhed at the pleasure of it, enjoying the feeling as he tasted the mixture of the three of you on his tongue. Beside you, you felt Dew’s chest tense, his eyes intently trained on Swiss’ disappearing tongue. This was turning him on again, and he was yet to soften from the sex itself... With a little fuel left in the tank, he began to stoke his length, hissing at the sensitivity.

As Swiss’ tongue dragged over your clit for the first time, you naturally clenched, a small amount of the cum you held inside you slipping out. Swiss dove in to catch it on his tongue, careful to make sure Dew saw it sat there before he swallowed it down. He’d never done anything like this before and part of him worried Dew would find it disgusting, to eat both his and Dew’s cum from you but now Dew’s hand moved quicker, he knew it was having the opposite effect.

He hummed in satisfaction at the taste, continuing to assault your clit with his tongue and every so often having to clean up another small amount you’d involuntarily released when things got too sensitive. Dew kept stroking himself, his hips jumping if he spent too long on his sensitive tip. You wanted badly to help him, but there was no strength to lift your arms by your sides.

Vaguely, the pleasure began to stack up again... you were no longer unsure if you could reach a fourth orgasm; you knew you could. Swiss would just need to be gentle – and somehow, he understood that.

“Dew, I can’t lie, man... we taste good together,” he teased, watching as Dew bit his lip. “You wanna try?” he snickered. Dew nodded emphatically.

Swiss brought his fingers up to your centre, pushing them easily inside given you’d not long had two decent sized cocks inside you, and gathered the rest of what you were keeping on them. Then he raised them to Dew’s lips, who bent to meet him halfway, and sucked the mess off them.

Swiss held his fingers up for him as he dove back into your core, now focussing his attention solely on your clit. You whined tiredly at the sensitivity, but shit, you were close again after watching the display beside you. Dew’s hand sped significantly, making sure he sucked every last drop of cum from Swiss’ fingers. He groaned as a second orgasm came closer; he had wanted to wait for your last orgasm to cum with you, but that was looking unlikely now. He just needed a release again.

He fell back against the couch as his cock spurted another load, clearer this time and far less than he’d emptied into you, but it felt good enough that he rolled his eyes back and had to drop his hand from the overstimulation while his hips bucked out of control.

Swiss giggled into your core, suckling at your clit a little harder and enjoying the noises you were making. You barely recognised yourself, squealing so highly in overstimulation as your body went stiff, letting his tongue work you over and over until finally, you crashed for one last time.

Dew caught you as your body slid to the side and into his chest, holding you and shushing you as you hiccupped in a much quieter orgasm than before, too spent and broken for anything too powerful. Your thighs pushed Swiss’ head away as they came together, shielding you from any more overstimulation. He sat back on his heels, pleased with his work as he licked the remnants of you, himself and Dew from his chin. Quietly, you came down again in Dew’s arms, your body jolting with short little bursts of electricity until you finally stilled.

Four orgasms had taken its toll on you, and whilst the last of them hadn’t been as earth shattering as the first three, it still left you exhausted and weak. Swiss and Dew could see it in you, and allowed you to curl up into them for a while so you could relax, rest up, and get the aftercare you needed from them both.

The Ghouls spent the rest of the day with you, having cleaned you up – properly, this time. With an actual shower... – and taken good care of you. Swiss had made you some food, something healthier for the three of you than the junk he’d thrown together last time, and the pair of them just stayed put all day, mostly in a relaxing silence as you watched whatever was on the TV.

You appreciated that – your head was too busy for conversation, exhausted but still hurting. But there were no expectations to play hostess to the guests in your apartment, nor to divulge the mess of emotions in your mind. If you wanted to talk to them about it all, you would. They felt that.

But you remained in your own head. You thought over the events of yesterday, of the whole week. You re-read Papa’s note in your mind over and over. You stewed over the thought of him caring for you much less than you’d thought, if his display in his office yesterday was anything to go by...

It all hurt.

It wasn’t until Dew wiped a tear from your cheek that you even knew you’d been crying. He gave you a look; one that asked what was wrong without having said the words. You weren’t sure why Dew was a mute Ghoul, but you were glad that it never seemed to be a problem for him. People understood what he was thinking quite easily; most of the time it was ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ but they understood him all the same... He wasn’t a people person, but you were kind to him; a friend. And so, he cared when he saw you silently crying beside him.

“N-nothing, Dew. I’m good,” you lied. Your voice caught Swiss’ attention then, who also saw the tears.

“You can tell us, ______. I’m not gonna tell anyone and, well... neither’s Abu over here,” he joked, slapping Dew’s shoulder as he compared him to the silent, grunting monkey from Aladdin. Dew slapped him back on the back of the head. That earned him a smile from you; goal achieved.

“I just... Have you ever thought of someone in a certain way, and then... they’ve proved you wrong?” you asked them.

“Well, I thought Dew was straight. Think he proved me wrong today,” he laughed. You did too, appreciating that he was trying to make you smile when you needed it. “But that’s not what you mean, is it?”

You shook your head no, smile slipping away.

“You’re talking about Papa.”

You nodded.

“I suppose he just... maybe I got too wrapped up in all this,” you sighed, wiping another fresh tear away. Dew’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Probably should have known that ‘the great Papa Emeritus the Third’ wouldn’t see me as anything more than a notch on his bedpost. Feel stupid now, thinking I’d actually started feeling something for him...” you laughed, no humour behind it at all.

“Don’t shoo your feelings away just because he’s devoid of them. You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel, they’re no less real just because he doesn’t reciprocate. Feelings can be dealt with, Sister,” he assured. Strangely, his words felt quite affirming.

“I just thought he cared...” your voice cracked with more tears, a lump in your throat forming you forced to swallow.

“You’re part of his congregation, so I think he does care. But... maybe not exactly how you’d hoped, no...” Swiss took your hand and squeezed it. “Listen, you have one more day. One more sin to complete, and then you can figure out with the Dark One what your next steps are. Ask him about Papa, if you need to. I don’t know if it’s a ��you only get three questions’ kind of situation, but I’m sure he can help. At the very least, I'm sure he can give you a purpose that will take your mind off Papa entirely.”

You hummed in agreement. Just one more day. How you’d achieve what you needed in that one day, you weren’t sure, but you had the willpower and the tenacity to find something.

“Big day for you tomorrow. Final sin, the All Hallow’s Ball, a date with Lucifer...” he smirked, winking down at you.

“Oh, shit... the ball. I forgot about that,” you sighed.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Just... gotta see Papa,” and Christine, too... awkward. “I think I’d rather not.” Swiss nodded in understanding.

“Non-negotiable though, isn’t it?” he asked, and you nodded back, “Don’t worry, Dew and I will be there. You can dance with us.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you smiled between them both.

Whilst Swiss’ little pep-talk hadn’t exactly exterminated the sadness that welled up in you now that you’d admitted your feelings towards Papa weren’t strictly platonic, he had at least eased some of the anxiety in your mind about what to do with them.

Feelings could be dealt with; that was his most important advice, yet. No matter how long it might take, they could be dealt with. You could get through that, and Papa essentially cutting you off here was probably for the best. At least you didn’t have to worry about more nights with him, and those feelings growing exponentially harder to ignore. What you needed to focus on right now, was completing this ritual.

One more day. One more sin.

And a date with Lucifer.

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A/N: And so, one more sin, and potentially only one more chapter... I'm working on writing it today - there's SO MUCH to put into it, so please bear with me. I may have to upload it in two halves if I can't finish it in time for tomorrow (I've been so busy with work, and Ghostcon over the weekend too!)

A huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading, and @adinferix for fine tuning the Italian translations! 🖤

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mehkers · 3 months ago

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First Day of School! …in the human realm!?

Ndfnjfjd- Sitting in my first period while writing this

Basically it’s just how the boy’s first impressions would be from another student perspective (not Mc).

Warnings: Cursing, none rlly

It takes place in a high school environment

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Lucifer

Edgy mf

People would look at him and just know that he probably listens to MCR

Rbf the entire time

I think he’s already gained some frown lines

Def gives off ‘I’m better than you puny creatures’

Always reached his classroom on time (or earlier)

All the girls love him, and their boyfriends hate him

Is quite polite when you talk with him, but his annoyed expression says otherwise

Mammon

IM TOO YOUNG AND HOT TO BE STUCK IN PRISON

Shuts up when he gets punched by Lucifer

He gets along with everyone easily

The loudest in the class… possibly the entire school

Wearing designer clothes, so he attracts a lot of attention

Is always lost

Man doesn’t know how to read a map

He’s already made a bunch of friends

Loves school but hates the studying part (Me too Mamms 😔)

Leviathan

Save him please

His gloomy vibes is spreading to everyone

The amount of Ruri-Chan keychains he has on his bag is making too much noise

THIS IS NOT A SUITABLE ENVIRONMENT FOR A SHUT-IN OTAKU

He had to have his ass dragged by Beel who was also carrying Belphie

He is extremely shy and jumpy

Will stick to himself to entire time

Buuuut, as soon as he sees any anime merch- He’s surprisingly louder than Mammon

He wouldn’t have much friends, but he’s at least made an effort to talk to some people

Satan

Sighs

He gives Dr. Ratio vibes (hsr ref)

Look at all these peasants- WAIT IS THAT A DETECTIVE NOVEL YOU’RE READING!?

You all know it, I don’t even have to say it.. He’s in the library

I can only imagine his devastation when he sees the ‘library’ at my school

If it’s a good library, like an actual library, bro is gonna have the biggest and brightest smile the entire day that it actually becomes a bit creepy

If it’s a lame-ass library, like barely any books, you’d look at him from across the hallway and think he killed a person

Would throw a fit (I would know, cuz I did too)

He’s very charming, so all the ladies would def keep their eyes on him

He’s befriended the students, the teachers, the staff, the janitor, the PRINCIPAL-

Asmodues

Oh hun, he’s already the queen bee and center of all the drama in school

Everyone’s insecure when they see his pretty ass strutting down the halls

Not even the school air can get him

Dude already has all the scoop (he may or may not have been the reason for most it)

People would probably look at him and think ‘Oh.. he’s that popular type..”

But when they talk to him, he’s actually super sweet!

Just uh.. ignore how many students he’s already kissed ._.

Beelzebub

Tallest mofo there

Is constantly being stopped and complimented cause of his height

He’s not reserved or shy, he just doesn’t talk much

He’s the one guy who has a whole snack stall in his backpack

His locker is just filled with snacks

He is rocking gym class and/or weight training class

He’s made friends with all the jocks

Everyone’s scared of him after seeing him go on a hunger rampage when the cafeteria didn’t give him enough food-

Belphegor

If you think he’d make an effort to talk to anyone

You’re dead wrong

He’s every teacher’s worst nightmare

Sleeping in every class

Even while he’s walking down the halls

Kept getting in trouble cause of it? but since he’s a little shit, he didn’t care

Everyone mostly stayed clear of him since he gave off the ‘wake me up and your dead’ vibes

He answers every question right tho

Would totally tempt the other students to give into laziness and despair just to mess with them

And to add on to Lucifer’s growing collection of white hair

Hasn’t made any friends by the end of the day

+Bonus~!

Biggest badass

Literally survived RAD, a human school should be fine

Everyone’s confused and jealous how some random person has the attention of all the 7 new students

Literally untouchable

Talk of the town since they entered the school with the brothers

Don’t even try, you don’t have a chance to get with them

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nogenderbee · 8 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi, I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night :) I'd like to ask you for some platonic headcanons (although if it's not your style it's okay to ignore it) about the demons in obey me and how they would react if MC saves them from a surprise attack by a demon hunter (whether she ends up very injured or not I leave it to your choice 😉)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! I love this idea honestly. But I take up to 8 characters and there's total of 9 demons in OM! that I write for so I removed Lucifer and did the other demons because they're getting too little love </3 Hope you won't mind this little change and still like it!

Also I really hope I did platonic for everyone- I might've got ahead of myself and automatically did fluff for some so... lemme know if that happened!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: mentions of reader dying, small descriptions of cutting/sword swinging

✧ the moment news about demon hunter going around Devildom spread, you were paranoid and the weight of calming you down landed on Mammon

✧ your age didn't matter, he'd take you to casino to relax. Or... he'd want to... if you're too young for it Lucifer or security would definitely kick his ass for trying to do that

✧ luckily tho, he wasn't worried about you since the demon hunter obviously hunts just demons, even he knows that!

"Don't ya worry, human! I'm called THE Great Mammon for a reason!"

✧ but the moment he crosses patches with one... he's actually more concerned about you than himself

✧ he's gonna step in front of you, assuring you it's alright while it's actually him who's considering if it'll be better to fight or run away

✧ and the moment YOU save HIM is like a hit to him... I mean, he was supposed to protect you, not the other way around! But you'll still catch him blushing from emberassment as he mutters small thank you. Bur you better listen because he's not repeating it!

✧ that's if you wint end up dead... if you do, he actually breaks into tears when he realizes he lost someone important again...

✧ the demon hunter might not be here anymore but even then, he makes a promise to your empty eyes

"I'll make them pay... for doing this to you... I'll be the one protecting you this time. I won't fail for the 3rd time."

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✧ Levi would be just as if not more scared than you

✧ he's already isolating, what made you thought he'd even consider going out in such a circumstances? Well... you would...

✧ after solid 6 months, even you calmed down and figured that demon hunter must've calmed down so you thought you might as well go game shopping with the third brother!

"Uh... seriously? What if that demon hunter is walking around? No, don't go alone!! Alright I'm coming..."

✧ but as he imagined, 6 months were definitely not enough to calm down... because just before you entered the game shop, you had to be push Levi aside or he'd get hurt

✧ if you didn't got hurt badly, he'll definitely first talk them off but he will summon Lotan without hesitation if they decide to make second attempt

✧ but if you did got hurt badly... he summons Lotan immidietly, not caring about consequences, he just wants them gone after seeing you in this state

✧ but surprisingly you didn't even felt a single drop on you, he was ready to destroy all the buildings in this city but made sure you won't be anymore hurt

"Y/N please tell me you're alright... and that I didn't hurt you more... c'mon they're gone now, let's go back home, this store had nothing that catched my eye anwyay..."

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✧ Satan was the wise one here, like usual. He figured news must be playing jokes or that the problem will pass soon enough, so after 2 months, after news completely calmed down, he tried calming you down as well

"Remind me, for how long this 'demon hunter' had been quiet? 2 months, exactly. No murders, no signs, just quiet. You're being paranoid, Y/N."

✧ he eventually had enough and took you out by force to show you no one's scared anymore and it's just you

✧ but as he was dragging you along, focused on not bursting with anger from your whining, he didn't notice the swing which you took

✧ it definitely left a bruise on you, but let's assume it didn't kill you! He'd still be pissed, the moment he sees blood on you, he's already in his demon form ready to hunt down anyone who did this to you

✧ and if you're actually dying? He'd make sure to remember their facial characteristics, he want to run and get vengeance but he also knows you're close to death and need help QUICK

✧ but in the end, he can't save you... he becomes even more angry on daily basis and will hunt down anyone who looks at least a little similar to that demon hunter, he didn't care if it wasn't them, he can't risk not trying

"I'll make you pay... I won't kill you once, but 100 of times, so you can feel what you did to them."

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

✧ let's be honest, both you and Asmo were absolutely terrified at the news of demon hunter going all around Devildom

✧ you can't count how many nights you two spend together and how many times he complained to you that he's running out of his beauty products but doesn't dare to go out alone

"I can't go alone!! Y/N c'mon... I'll buy you something too!"

✧ it wasn't helping your worries but you really had enough of his whining... so you figured one hour in the city shouldn't hurt! I mean, what's the chance demon hunter will appear in this exact city at this exact hour?

✧ well this hour apparently was enough... you didn't even had good luck around when you noticed something shining as Asmo was still rambling... you quickly realized it was a sword and without second thought, pushed him away

✧ at first, he was a bit upset because you pushed him on dirty wall, ruining his outfit but upon realizing WHY you did that, his emotions shifted on the person who caused it in the first place

✧ seeing the cut on you made him absolutely furious, and believe him, he wanted to fight. But whether the cut is deadly or not, he'll rush back home with you

"Ugh! They're the real demon here! Hang on Y/N... I will not let you end like this."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Beel was actually quite cautious but still confident in his skills, always assuring you he can manage even if he gets attacked

✧ but you still insisted on going with him anytime he goes out, so that's how it also was today

✧ and he's actually more careful when he's walking with you so that's actually good for you both

"We should get something to eat while we're at it... I'm not this focused on my surroudnings when I'm hungry..."

✧ it was just the moment when Beel's stomach was growling that the demon hunter striked before he knew it. And before demon hunter knew it, you got in front of ginger demon

✧ it won't be a lie when I say his heart stopped for a second when he saw a sword making an injury on you, he even threw his food away just so he could fight the one who did that!

✧ believe him, that demon hunter tasted better than the food

✧ now, you injury doesn't matter, injury is still very risky for humans, he'll just be more worried if it's deadly one

✧ he's definitely not leaving your side, be it when you're alive or a ghost, he promised himself to always have an eye on you

"Hey... I brought your favorite snack... I thought we could... eat together or... appreciate it... however it wouldn't sound..."

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✧ Belphie is kinda simoliar to his third brother with it... why go outside and risk your life when you can sleep?

✧ you literally don't have to worry about him because he not only sleeps through whole days but also keeps you trapped so you can't go in the city, the only source of news for you is tv and media

�� so when you heard cafe's are opening again as Devildom have calmed down... you thought it could be nice to go back to your dates!

"Uhh... it's so early... didn't that demon hunter just kill someone 2 days ago? ... Maybe 2 months, same thing... let's sleep together, it can also be a nice date..."

✧ you'll literally have to force him to go outside, not because he's scared but because he's lazy, and looking at how it ended... he'd actually prefer if he was stubborn enough to pin you to bed and not go out...

✧ because when you went outside, he just saw blade in one second and your injury in another

✧ no matter of your injury is deadly or not, he'll throw his fists at the one who caused it

✧ he's having flashbacks now and trust me, he'll go all the way out, especially with deadly injury

✧ he looks so scary and ready to kill, but once you're alone, he breaks...

"I'm so sorry... I'll save you in another life, I promise... Believe me, I or anyone won't hurt you once..."

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead~

✧ Diavolo just wanted to see human world, he didn't expect there was still something like 'demon hunters'. And even if, he made sure to disguise as human well!

"Well isn't that nice... You certainly have quite a culture! What do you recommend we visit?"

✧ apparently tho, it wasn't good enough because in one second he was sharing a donut with you and enjoying the time, and in another he saw you getting in front of him we someone swinged their sword right through your stomach

✧ if you didn't end with deadly cut and more of a warning one, he'd manage the situation, it was just the attack from surprise that caught him off guard

✧ he chooses to try persuading them first but if that won't work, he'll only break their weapon and eventually knock them down, not wanting to cause too much damage

✧ poor boy will be like a puppy following you around because he feels guilty for this whole situation

✧ but if you did end up with deadly cut... he feels like he failed. Failed as your partner

"I'll do better from now on... I promise."

✧ his heart was telling him to get vengeance but his mind was telling him to wait... so with small sadness he tried persuading this demon hunter to give it up but when it obviously doesn't work, he will 'accidentally' finish their life

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✧ you decided to accompany Barbatos with his tea shopping in human world, thinking it could be nice to spend some time together and learn a thing or two about tea

"Now we'll be heading there. I know it seems like shady place but believe me, it's actually the opposite. It'll be best if you see for yourself."

✧ but he for one had a bad feeling about it... he tried keeping his guard up but in one moment, when he was checking what's tea made of, he let his guard down...

✧ he just heard you bumping into his back, making him turn around, realizing he was lost in his thoughts for a little while

✧ he'll be so relieved when he sees you with just a little scratch and makes sure to scare the demon hunter you're dealing with, be it with his appearance or be throwing them into wall, it all depends how cooperative they'll be

✧ but if you ended up with no chance of living, he wouldn't care to scare them off and would rather immidietly end them, apologizing while reporting to his lord for what he did

"How can someone so careless even call themselves a good butler... Eh... maybe I could mess with time again... just a little bit..."

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alexxncl · 7 months ago

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 39 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 2 | lesson 38 | lesson 40

this was hilarious until i remember that satan is indeed the avatar of wrath and has destroyed the house of lamentations more tines than i can count on both hands. then it got slightly less hilarious, but it's still hilarious

ik we all joke about lucifer being satan's dad bc he technically is but this is PEAK father-son behavior 😭 satan throwing a temper tantrum, no pun intended, over not being able to adopt a cat is one of the funniest things ever actually

y'all know i love me some angst but dear GOD am i happy that we're getting something lighthearted after the emotional rollercoaster that was lesson 38

also we got our room back hehe 🫶🏽

aaaaand now they back to brothers

"nuh uh" "uh huh" DAMN just let him have the cat 😭

shithead lucifer my beloved 🫶🏽 and it's even more heartwarming bc we can see how much he's relaxed and recovered from the incident in cocytus. him smiling and laughing and joking with his brothers freely after the fear of losing them has finally been dissipated has to be a weight off of his shoulders, and a weight off of his brothers' shoulders, too. he's probably been less of himself since the fall, and this is probably more reminiscent of the lucifer from back in the celestial realm

i hc that mammon's familiars/crows just roam around the house freely, so this is even more frustrating for satan bc he's like "well if mammon can have pets, why can't i?"

oh baby :(((

just when i thought we'd gotten away from the angst, i was reminded that we are (i am) indeed on lesson 39 outta 40...ykw at least i was happy for a little bit

10/10 storytelling and writing. i love it when siblings ACTUALLY act like siblings, bc some media doesn't do sibling dynamics justice

granted, solomon isnt their sibling, but lucifer said it once AND doubled down bc he saw that it pissed satan off the first time. the older sibling in me smiled

ik i've said this before but...

lucifer says he hates when his brothers pester him like they don't get it from him 😭 oh no, if it isn't the consequences of your own actions!

now i feel like mammon might be onto something...what if he actually is stronger than lotan? but he doesn't want things to go past empty, playful threats bc hurting lotan would devastate levi, and he adores his little brother too much to do anything that irresponsible. more on this here

the brothers ever 🫶🏽 petty sibling dynamics always get me

satan reusing asmo's phrase after lucifer and solomon used it against him is peak comedy

ADHD TWINS

i can't do long, complicated shit for the life of me without getting sidetracked or overwhelmed

...unless it's these long ass posts

but that's different...kind of

so THAT'S why he was giggling and kicking his feet the whole time?? "hehehe" my ass you sly bitch

also, you can see the amount of pride lucifer feels towards satan just by the way he's acting throughout this entire lesson. he also knew wholeheartedly that satan would, one way or another, find a way to summon the white dragon. he egged satan on and teased him on purpose, which probably made his powers stronger. but i feel like the teasing also was a mask for encouragement

it was obviously still teasing at the heart, but there was a little more to it that reflected how proud lucifer is of his baby brother for coming into his own

also satan initiating the family picture at the end ??? I SOBBED

the lucifer from our timeline would NEVER allow a pet into the house. but the lucifer from our timeline also didn't get to heal the way this lucifer did, so now i'm kinda sad just thinking about that

maybe he thinks having a pet would mean that they're permanently staying in one place? and he still doesn't feel secure enough in his place in the devildom even after all the time he's spent there, even after making a home and a name for himself and his brothers. maybe he considered letting satan get a pet once mc came into the picture, and still toys with the idea, but keeps deciding against it for some internal reason that he won't address

MY WIFE MY BELOVED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS BACK

they really do invite any and everyone into the family. i love them so much it makes me insane

completely unrelated but i never realized that the kiss sounds are different for each brother ??? is thus just a nightbringer thing or am i just too far removed from the og game

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sabine-smitten-obviously · 22 days ago

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And now i need ...

to shout and write about this wonderful fanfic

The last Angel by @bellisima-writes

What it is about:

Crowley's been Hell's Grand Inquisitor for millennia now. Ever since the Apocalypse, he's managed to carve out a relatively cushy life for himself. Hell won the War, Angels were essentially eradicated and all human souls were Satan's. Everything was fine.

Until one day he hears a rumor that the Last Angel in the universe was finally captured. Until Beelzebub is suddenly ordering him to get information from said Angel, information that's critical for Hell's survival. Until the moment he first locks eyes with the last Angel, and everything he's ever known starts to crumble around him.

An AU where we see what would have happened had Aziraphale and Crowley not been assigned to Earth.

What i liked most:

🩷 this story takes you on a ride. There might be times when you are dizzy (in a good way) and not sure if you understood the plot correctly or if you got lost along the way. Trust me, stay with the story and keep on reading. It will all play out.

🤓 there is not one armageddon and not two, there are (kind of) three. The storyline is incredibly sophisticated and thought through. Not only in itself but also often picking up on scenes in S1 or S2 and offering thoughts and points of view that show just how much care and love and brain-wax (is that even a word in english?) went into this story. I had several moments thinking "wow, this is really SO so clever!"

💪 bamf Aziraphale !!! Sorry, i am a sucker for him 😁

👌 again the actionscenes in the grand finale are like a movie in your head and really gripped my pulse.

🌶 only hints to smut inside, but tenderness and the undeniable bond between our ineffables. I was outsmutted before and was glad to have a break (Uh, i cant believe i said that. 😂)

🩷 the parting words to the readers had me crying. I have read so many fics but this one was the first to really say goodbye to me/us/the readers. Such a nice gesture!

Most beloved quote:

Aziraphale cried at the awareness that this was not a kiss that was the beginning of everything he had never let himself dare to openly want. This was a kiss that marked the end of the thing he had denied himself for his entire existence, and the one thing he desperately needed.

So if you want a long story to really dive-in to, with surprising plot-twists and lots of brains, love and action, you really should give this wonderful fic a try! 😇

Reading is not a hobby, its life-giving.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #fanfic #good omens fanfic rec #fanfic rec #i read too much fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation

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misc-obeyme · 9 months ago

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Hi, love your work! Could I please request a headcanon with SatanxMC, author’s choice?

Hi there, anon! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!

Okay, so uh, since it was author's choice, I thought I'd do a little hurt/comfort. And oh man, I was in a mood 'cause MC is really going through it in this one. But the thing is, I really feel like Satan in particular would be like this. He's actually really good at balancing himself in a way none of his brothers are at all. (When he's not enraged that is.) And I think that gives him a different perspective on an MC who was deliberately suppressing their feelings. Anyway, hopefully it turned out okay!

Thanks for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

It's another long day. And something inside you mumbles quietly of sadness - a constant hum that you had tuned out long ago. You have no reason to feel anything but a sense of progress and contentment along with the inevitable knowledge that there was always more to be done. You don't have time to focus on anything else.

Satan learns your patterns the first time he sees them in action. Perhaps it's the way you isolate yourself or maybe it's the strained sound of your voice. He notices when all you ever do is give your energy, passion, and love away. He watches it deplete you.

It takes some trial and error, but Satan figures out when it's all too much. He had to learn fast when he found himself unceremoniously ripped into existence, fully formed and full of rage. He knows how to adapt quickly. He knows how emotions that feel like they don't belong to you can be so overwhelming that there isn’t space for anything else.

Satan knows that you would never say it out loud, not to anyone. He sees that low melancholy in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it behind your smile. You don't want anyone to know, but you desperately want someone to see it, too. And he does. He always does.

He might start out with shooing his brothers away from you. Giving them glaring looks if they become too demanding. He can’t act as though he isn't also guilty of wanting your attention, your love, your friendship. He knows you like it that way because it helps you avoid the truth of your heart. It's easy to push yourself aside when others need you. He watches you bury yourself in the wants and desires of him and his brothers. Like your own don’t matter. Like your comfort is secondary to theirs.

Satan is going to ask you about it directly. It hurts. It hurts you both to talk about it and by the end you’ve both succumbed to tears. He knows you can’t hold it in forever. He knows you can’t pretend you’re okay for the rest of your life. It doesn’t work like that and he won’t watch you crash and burn. He’s been there too many times himself. That’s why he forces himself to ask you. He calls you out when you lie or somehow downplay your feelings. Don’t hold out on him, MC. Please.

Satan’s heart breaks as he watches your eyes fill with tears the minute he asks you why you’ve been sad lately. He knows this is what he needs to do for you, but he hates watching you in pain. You reluctantly start to talk to him and every word seems to be cutting you open. Every word becomes an arrow through his heart. And he realizes he’s able to stand it, able to hold this hurt, because he can also see it healing you.

Didn’t you heal him, too? Didn’t you calm his wrath in a way no one else ever could? Isn’t it the least he could do to make room for your sadness? Isn’t it the least he could do to hold it for you, just for a little while? He would take it all if he could. He would protect you from every feeling that wasn’t happiness or joy or love.

He can’t, so instead he holds you. He hates the way you shudder in his arms, like your body can’t contain the heaviness of your own heart. But he keeps you close to him, buries his hand in your hair, kisses your cheeks softly, his lips wet with your tears. He runs his fingertips down your back, he tightens his arms around your torso. He lets you stay that way as long as you want. He’ll hold you against his chest all night if you cry yourself to sleep there.

When morning comes, Satan is floored by the bright relief he sees in your eyes. For so long, you kept quiet and he watched you fade. All it took was someone to ask you, someone to listen, someone to be there to witness you pour everything out of your soul and into the night. Now you’re radiant again and beside that a gratefulness, a tenderness, a bond between you of a shared secret hurt that no one else has ever seen. You have carried him in his anger and he will always hold you through your pain.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #omnb #omswd #obey me satan #om satan #obey me satan x reader #om satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #om satan x mc #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

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queenofallimagines · 10 months ago

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Hiya, I just read your Lucifer with a devotee ask and I was wondering if you could do the same with Leviathan or Diavolo from Obey Me?

Absolutely beloved! I am not sure how TF I didn’t see this?? (Writing really long Fics is actually so much work)

Leviathan:

- shook

- Literally at a loss

-Thinks you’re joking

- He will notice you, but def won’t notice that YOU are his Henry

- Probably will be like “you’re def not as good at them”

- And gushes about his Henry, and you’re just like 🤨📸

- All the brothers are surprised you follow him and look out for him so easily

- During the TSL arc the only time you’ve ever feared him was then

- after that you flat out don’t talk to him

- Avoid him

- He feels bad but not really bc “why would he feel bad about hurting a normie’s feelings”

- Your pact mark glows then too because I think if you were his devotee he would give you a pact easily after working with you for a while

- Levi was too upset to notice the searing pain in his chest when he attacked you

- Or how cold he felt right after

- Mammon nursing your sprained wrist, and you’re barely listening to him

- Well end up making you spill the beans, and he is FLOORED that you have a pact w Levi bc uh hello?? He’s your FIRST MAN??

- He will keep this a secret but the way more protective of you

- The house is low-key really awkward because of y'all too

- mammon giving Levi the stink eye

- Levi upset he’s feeling so many hurt feelings because he still don’t get y'all two are connected

- Gets REALLY depressed when his most beloved Henry isn’t picking up

- Like he can’t even feel your presence??

- Will barge into your room back in the human realm and move all the shit in your alter around wondering WTF is going on

- Maybe you’re at work or something, weird he didn’t know but okay

- Tries three more times, and you’re not there

- Worried something happened to you

- Gets super upset and Lucifer is like bro wtf is you sniffling for??

- dinner is wild bc when is the HOL not like a soap opera 😭

- Asmo is like the human you made a pact with??

- Asking Lucifer to check and see if your dead because he can only mildly feel your presence, but you’re not talking to him

- Mammon is uncharacteristically quiet

- He’s side eyeing the light blue mark glowing under the table (I HC that his would be in a place that’s always covered like right below your hipbone or like lower back and not more visible the other brothers marks)

- And then looking at you like “are you good?”

- Levi still babbling on about his Henry, and he’s upset they aren’t here

- Mammon is your protector, and he’s gonna stand on business about you EVERY time

- Also he can’t help not saying some slick shit 💀

- “Maybe if ya didn’t try to kill them your ‘precious’ Henry would want to talk to you

- Levi windows blue screen resetting Rn

- Satan messy bitch number 2 just hums and is like “I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t completely sure you were one of his followers”

- Asmo is gushing about how cute this is

- And ofc Levi is too awkward and anxious to even look you in the eye

- Dinner is still awkward but goes by smoother than before

- You go to your room to mind your business as you do, and you hear this timid ass knock on the door

- Like nobody in this house knocks that MF soft Levi IK it’s you

- Shuffles into your room w his head down and starts fumbling over his worlds

-“ you could have told me it was you…”

- “Didn’t think I had to. I never thought you would hurt me….”

- Shaking in his boots as he rambles out an apology and starts spiraling honestly

- You can barely hear him talking low as hell

- “Gah! And then I was bragging to you about YOU… How embarrassing!”

- You let him know you forgive him by teasing him

- “…….so….your so-called Henry was your most favorite?”

- He’s literally fighting for his life MC, please spare him

- Will act like hot shit lmao

- Monopolizing all your time too, like the other 6 bothers are exhausted

- Can’t even work towards getting belphie out of the attic because he’s always taking up your time

- “Sorry I’m borrowing them because we’re going top secret ritual stuff”

- “You are literally just going to play the new Ruri-Chan game”

- “OKAY AND???”

- Asmo sitting back and watching the chaos bc he knows y'all getting down and nasty on the regular

- “Someone go tell them to relax I can hear thumping because they’ve been gaming all morning”

- And he’s blowing your back out and realigning your chakras

- Like you can only cover up the scratch marks and hickeys with his clothes for so long

#my writing #x black reader #obey me #obey me x black reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obmswd #om leviathan #slight n*fw #devotee Au #I guess #these are really fun #I’m not gone I promise I’ve been revising this damn Lucifer short fic for eons #and writing this REALLY LONG isagi fic😭#obey me shall we date leviathan #leviathan obey me

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bewitchedfeathers · 7 months ago

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Hay Bales - Hell/uva Boss Snz Fic

I can definitely relate over this regrettable fave 😆. His sexy voice and animalistic violent vibes gave me ‘oh no he's hot’ feelings almost immediately. Thank you for the request! And I'm so honored that you were eager for my writing!

I decided to set this in a slight au where Blitzo and Striker spend some time together before the actual festival happens.

Can be read as Blitzo/Striker or just Blitzo enjoying Striker's sneezing and Striker not minding the attention. Also I gave Blitzo the fetish. If that's not what you were looking for please feel free to send another request!

Please do not reblog to non-kink related blogs

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Blitzo watched as Striker hefted haybales in the late afternoon sun, not hiding how he was watching the play of his muscles from his seat on the nearby fence. Striker occasionally glanced over with a wicked grin or gave a saucy flick of his tail Blitzo's way and it proved the egostistical bastard didn't mind the attention.

The real entertainment started when he was close to finishing moving the hay from the back of a truck to the side of the barn. There were bits of hay and dust visible in the slanting sunlight but Blitzo didn't pay it any mind at first. It started with Striker wrinkling his nose and sniffling. Then progressed to his eyes looking just slightly pink around the edges and the occasional rub of his wrist against his nose.

Blitzo didn't make any snarky comments because he was too busy being on the edge of his seat to see if he would get to see Striker sneeze.

“Heh….Ehhhh-EHH’SHOO….” Striker bent forward with a deep fierce sneeze, that had Blitzo's tail curling. “Snf! Fuck…” Striker cursed under his breath as he rubbed roughly at his nose with his forearm.

“Gesundheit, big guy,” Blitzo called out cheekily.

Striker glared and opened his mouth to snark back when his breath caught and sneezed openly towards the ground again. “Heh’ERSHHHUH…snfSnf - heh-HEH’RUSSHHOOO…satan bless it,” he cursed again, visibly frustrated, his tail whipping back and forth behind him.

“Something bothering you?” He said with fake nonchalance.

“You concerned about me, Blitz?” He returned with a smirk. But Blitzo wasn't fooled as he watched Striker's nostrils twitch and flutter with obvious irritation.

“I was just thinking it'd be pretty funny, a cowboy allergic to hay,” he goaded with a crooked shit eating grin. Striker lips pulled back in a snarl but his face collapsed into a sneezy grimace as he turned his head to the side to sneeze again.

“Hehhhh’ESHHhhhuhh…hh’huhh’USHHhhoo…huhhh’ERRRSSHHOO!” Blitzo watched him pant and sniffle for a moment before Striker pulled a bandana from his pocket. He rubbed roughly at his nose with the fabric before turning away to blow his nose.

Blitzo felt a bit like a kid on christmas watching the sexy cowboy sneezing from his allergies acting up.

Striker turned back to him, face a little flushed. “Dinner will be uh-up soon. You should head on in, Blitz.”

Blitzo grinned wide and unrepentant, tail tip flicking happily (and hornily) at the catch of Striker's breath. “Nah, I'm good here. This fence is surprisingly comfy,” his voice dropped a little into a flirtatious teasing tone, “and you're putting on quite the show, cowboy.”

“Shows over,” Striker growled, body stiff with tension, tail giving a brief rattle.

“You know….I don't think it is.”

“You think I'm some kind ofhhh…of rodeo clown,” he snarled taking an aggressive step towards Blitzo.

“Hey clowning is an honorable profession I'll have you know,” Blitzo said snippily, but with only a bit of actual offense. “No, this is all part of the show I've been enjoying - sexy fucking cowboy doing sexy things. No one's laughing here.”

He slid off the fence post to lean against it, hips and legs posed provocatively and not hiding his interest. Striker's eyes went wide with surprise as he realized Blitzo was being entirely honest. And then he huffed with exasperated amusement and Blitzo grinned.

“You're a real freak, Blitz,” Striker accused, but his tone was all smooth and teasing again. “It's something blooming out by the hay. It's been driving me….crazy…huhhh…ah-all week…”

“Fuuuck,” Blitzo groaned, his tail wrapping around his own thigh and squeezing as he sunk his claws into the fence post to keep himself from reaching into his pants for some relief.

Striker shot Blitzo a watery eyed smirk. His nostrils flared wide and he sniffed involuntarily as the inner walls fluttered with irritation. “Huhhh…hh’huh…Huhhh’UHSHHHoo…Hh’RRUZSHHooo…hheh’hhh’EHHSHUHH…” Striker groaned and brought the clean side of his bandana to his nose, muffling the next set of sneezes. Blitzo was trying to commit every minute to memory for when he jerked off to this in the future, and also in his van five minutes from now.

“Huh’MPHHHshhuh….ESSHHHuhh…ERRRRSSHHmphh…” Striker blew his nose again and rubbed at it between his fingers. Blitzo moaned softly, tail twitching with sexual frustration.

“Fuck. I gotta go wash this shit off,” Striker growled irritably but when he looked up at Blitzo his face shifted right back into that sexy smug smirk. “And I'll give you some alone time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you,” he snarked back without real heat. “Thanks for the show.”

Striker barked a laugh and turned away to walk towards the house. “You have yourself a good night, Blitz,” he called back to him and Blitzo could hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

“Damn sexy asshole,” Blitzo muttered to himself before awkwardly scrambling to his van for some desperately needed alone time.

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And that's all folks!

Please let me know if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

[ Snz Fic Masterlist ]

And I'm taking fic requests for Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, so feel to send them over. Or feel free to share your headcanons if you got’em!

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sammysstolenbirks · 4 months ago

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silver storm

chapter II

I'm really enjoying writing this so far so i might just speed run it atp 💀 also there might be some typos, I've been righting bits and peices at like 3am but I'm trying

WARNINGS

angst, swearing, mention and uses of drugs and alcohol, mentions of mental health issues, death, smut (eventually)

JOSH POV

i wake up to the sound of my alarm blasting in my ear. i quickly shut the annoying sound off and check the time. 6:30. perfect. i get up and stretch before heading to the bathroom. unsurprisingly sam is already in there, no doubt styling his hair. and they call me a diva. i bang on the door "Cmon sam other people live here too"

Sam yells through the door "i got here first, you can't wait 10 minutes?"

"We both know your gonna spend an hour in there. Hurry your ass up."

I hear Sam yell something else but its too late for me to hear as i walk back to my room to check my phone. I smile as I see a text from y/n.

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥?

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐤?

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 :)

i smile at my phone before hearing Sam finally getting out of the bathroom. I run to it before he has a chance to change his mind and take another 40 minutes. I finish up my morning routine which consists of showering, personal hygiene things, getting dressed and grabbing all of my stuff before walking downstairs. Im just about ready to leave when I hear Sam behind me.

"Hey Josh? Can I catch a ride to school? Jake took my car to see valerie again and he's not back yet, surprise surprise.

I consider telling him no, as I'm sure he doesn't want to see y/n this early, but that thought is quickly replaced with the possibility of them getting along.

"Yeah sure Sam let's go"

Y/n would never come if she knew Sam was invited, and Sam would try to find another ride if he knew where I was going. So I decided not to tell either of them. Maybe they could put their differences aside for one morning, and maybe that could turn into a couple mornings, and before I know it I'll be an uncle. Okay maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but it would be nice for them to be friends at least.

Sam and I get into the car and drive. I see his confusion through my peripheral vision as were not driving on the road we normally go to school on.

"Uh Josh? Where are we going?"

"Oh did I not tell you? Were getting coffee this morning... With y/n." I try to fight off the grin creeping onto my face, but just let it take over. Sam looks at me like I just shit in his Cheerios. He scoffs writhes in his seat like a toddler. Typical sammy

"Are you kidding Josh? Yeah I think you forgot to mention that. Asshole."

I chuckle "youll thank me one day"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean"

I simply shrug my shoulders and smile. as we pull into the parking lot I see y/n through the window of the tiny shop on her phone. i smile at the sight, while I'm sure Sam had a completely opposite expression. I park and have to bribe sam with a free coffee to get him to go inside with me. We make it inside and make our way to y/n, whos jaw clenches as she sees sam dragging his feet behind me. I say a silent prayer that this won't go nuclear, But knowing them, this will be world war three.

Y/N POV

As I see Josh come around the corner, i smile widely. but as he closes the gap between us, i see the raven haired boy strolling behind him. There goes my hope for a good morning. i get up to greet Josh, pulling him in a hug, also preparing to reprimand him for bringing Satan himself.

"Hey kid" Josh says, searching my face for a reaction.

"Hey" i lean up into his ear to whisper, "why is he here?"

"He needed a ride since jake still has his car, seeing you know who"

I nod and feel my eye twitch "can he stay in the car"

Josh chuckles "itll be fine y/n, who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it"

I roll my eyes and chuckle. We sit down and a waitress comes to take our order with a smile

"good morning guys, what can I get y'all?"

Josh answers first, reading the lady's name tag, "good morning to you too, 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢, Could I get a chai tea latte please?"

"Of course," she says smiling at him, clearly charmed by him already. Josh always had that affect on people. "And how about you guys?"

"Matcha latte" "Matcha latte, please" Sam and I say at nearly the same time. We look at each other, both of our muscles tensing, making a cloud of tension overcome the quiet little corner of the shop. we stay like this until he clears his throat, "actually just a coffee. Black" he says as he fixes his gaze onto his interlaced hands resting on the table. Sabrina nods, clearly confused. She smiles and says "yeah I'll be right back with those" Josh sends her an apologetic look which she smiles at and walks away to the counter.

Josh chooses to ignore what just happened, turning to me and starting up a conversation. Every so often I would catch myself looking at Sam from the corner of my eye, finding him in the same position as before. I think about why he decided to change his order. he was probably just being childish, not wanting to have anything in common with me. I laughed internally at it, but a part of me was slightly hurt, and I didn't understand why.

Sabrina eventually came by with our drinks, and from the corner of my eye, I swore I saw Josh pass her a napkin, but when I gave him a confused look, he only offered a shrug and a smile.

When it was time to go, we cleaned up the table the best we could and made our way to our cars.

"See you in a bit kid" Josh says as he smiles at me with a wave

"See you" you return his smile and we all drive to school.

The morning classes went pretty normally as most do, apart from the lingering thoughts of this morning swirling in your head. Why did it upset me? Sam is just an asshole, i should expect these types of things from him. Whatever.

Lunch finally rolls around as i sit at my table with my friends, well, acquaintances, making sure to keep an open seat for Josh like I promised. I finally see Josh roll in, about 10 minutes late (shocker) and he makes his way over to me. he reaches the table and smiles and sighs as he sits down.

"Who knew being an assistant could be so stressful?" He chuckles

"Well you know who our director is, shes crazy. shes going to drive you crazy too."

"Yeah.. I guess I shouldve known, Mrs. Vanderbilt is.... yeah"

"I bet you're doing great though. What are you doing for the play so far?"

"Well right now shes focused on making sure we have plans for the set, doesnt want to make the same mistake as last year"

Josh laughs as he refers to last year's play, where in the middle of the most heart wrenching scene, a wall fell down, making everyone break character and it was a mess.

I laugh and nod and I continue listening to him tall about his new duties. As he finishes up, he adds a comment that makes me jaw clench.

"So have you thought at all about your audition?"

"Not really.. Ive never really done plays before, well aside from little kid ones. But never ones like this. I don't even know what I should prepare, what I should wear.. " i feel my mind start to spiral, but Josh quickly puts a stop to it.

"Well consider yourself lucky, you have a man on the inside who knows exactly what she's looking for" Josh says as he smiles widely at me, "besides I can always bribe her too, she's weirdly obsessed with subway" Josh says with a wink.

I smile and try to listen to his advice. Maybe I really could get the lead. And maybe this would just be the beginning. The push I need to finally put myself out there. Maybe.

JOSH POV

After helping y/n with her audition, I finish up the rest of my assistant duties and head home for the day. I see jake sitting on the couch as I walk in the front door.

"Hey Jake, finally home I see"

He rolls his eyes at me and smiles "Valerie wanted to hang out longer, I couldn't say no"

I sigh and laugh "yeah I get that, but next time, get your car fixed and don't take Sam's. I had to take him to get coffee with me and y/n this morning."

"Oh man, how was that?"

"Wasnt as bad as I thought it was going to be actually. Who knows, maybe they'll finally get along soon"

"We can only hope" Jake says with a laugh. I nod and laugh as well before heading upstairs to my room

The rest of my afternoon is filled with editing some lyrics to show to the boys later. This song has been in the making for many, many years, y/n being the muse. I wrote this so when we eventually have to leave each other to go to college, or in my case travel the world, hopefully, she can always come back to it and it would remind her she's never alone, no matter how it may seem. This song also helps remind me that home is where ever the people you love are, and I hope she interperates it the same.

as I'm finishing up, I hear the front door open. 3:13.

I hear shuffling up the stairs and I open my door to investigate. I see sam basically dragging himself up the stairs. He notices my presence and looks up at me. On his face I see a purple tinted bruise protruding around his eye. He looks pissed.

"Hey what's up, you look like hell"

"Dont fucking talk to me right now."

I stop him with my arm before he has a chance to walk by me

"Hey, im here for you, you know that right? Talk to me. What's going on?"

He sighs, accepting defeat, "I got in a fight."

"Yeah I gathered that" I laugh "why? What happened?"

"Just some kid I had to put in his place"

"Okay, did they call mom"

"Yeah, she said they made an arrangement so I wouldnt get suspended or something like that. I dont know. She said she was gonna call me tonight and let me know what they thought"

"Okay, that's good. It doesn't sound like it'll be too bad" I sigh with relief and put my hand on his shoulder, "if I can help you out with it, I will okay?"

He looks at me and offers me a small smile, "Yeah, thanks josh"

"No worries, little brother" I say as I ruffle his hair. He laughs a little before pushing me away softly and going to his room and shutting the door.

I continue on with writing before I see the time and decide I should make some food.

I go down stairs and start on my signature dish, chicken alfredo. As im draining my noodles, I see my phone light up, its y/n

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

I exit messages and google Romeo and Juliet. I scroll for a bit before finding the perfect one. Mrs. Vanderbilt's favourite scene.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟒 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟑. 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐕 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 😉

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐝

I smile as I shut my phone off and finish up my dinner. I yell at everyone in the house that its ready, and my twin and sister come barreling down the stairs.

Jake is the first to say anything "hey thanks, 𝘮𝘰𝘮"

"Yeah whatever asshole, you wouldn't be eating this good if I wasn't here so shut up and grab a plate" I laugh at Jake and see Ronnie comming up to me

"Thanks J, im starving"

"Yeah of course, wheres Sam?"

"He should be comming? Im sure he heard you, how could he not, you probably scared the whole neighborhood" she says as I lightly shove her head away on my way upstairs.

I reach Sam's door and lightly knock, "hey dude I made dinner, you hungry?"

"Hey no, but could you come in here for a minute"

I walk in to see Sam sitting at his desk with his head in his hands

"Hey what's up? Are you okay?"

He sighs before looking at me "mom called."

"Yeah? What, is it bad? Theyre not sending you to boarding school are they?" I laugh, trying to cheer him up

"No, worse."

"Tell me already Sam, what?"

"Theyre making me do the fucking play."

My jaw drops as I fight a smile from creeping onto my face

"Oh. Well, i mean that's definitely not the worse thing that could happen. Why are they having you do that though? That doesn't seem like a punishment"

"Well yeah to you it wouldn't."

"That's fair. What are they having you do? Stage crew or something?"

"No. I have to be fucking Romeo. This is all your fault. She said that no other guys fit the role and they thought since im your brother I 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 be as 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 as you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? My friends will have a fucking field day with this."

"Sam it'll be okay, Ill help you out, im helping y/n too. Maybe you guys could work together?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. That'll just make this worse right now. My thoughts are proven to be correct as he speaks again "just get out. I need to sleep or something"

"Okay, are you sure you dont want any good? Its alfredo."

"I said no, just get the fuck out dude okay?"

I sigh and nod as I walk out and shut the door behind me. I walk downstairs and give a look at Jake, who immediately understands to not say anything to me right now. He strikes up a conversation with Ronnie to get the attention off me as I take my plate and head up to my room. I eat and think about my interaction with Sam. This can't be that bad, hes just being dramatic. Who knows? He might end up enjoying it or getting something out of it. Same with y/n. I know they both can really benefit from this. I just have to show them.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone lighting up, I smile as soon as I see the notification.

☕️

𝐇𝐢, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡?

A WEEK LATER

AUDITION DAY

Y/N POV

Ive been dreading this all day. What if im not good enough? What if all this staying up late, memorizing a huge monologue was all for nothing? No. Josh said it would be fine. It'll all work out. I step into the auditorium, immediately searching for josh, who I see on stage giving pointers to some helpless freshman who looks absolutely petrified. That's gonna be what I look like up there. I make my way down to the seats, taking an aisle one about 5 rows away from the stage. There's a good amount of people in the room, some doing vocal warmups, some doing last minute read throughs just to make sure they have everything memorized. Every one except one person. a boy, slumped into his chair, hood up, sitting on his phone. I studied him for a minute, wondering who it was before my curiosity was satisfied. The boy sits up in his seat, looking around the room to see everyone who showed up, before his eyes stopped on me. I see Sam in an auditorium. No, that can't be right, I do a double take before realizing that it is, in fact, Sam.

He notices my double take before smugly smiling at me and returning to his phone. I roll my eyes and revert my focus back to Josh, he sees me and basically jumps off the stage and runs to me

"Hey kid, are you excited?" He says with the biggest smile

"Trying to be" I say, forcing a smile which he notices

"Hey, it'll be great. I know how much you practiced and Mrs. V would be an idiot to not cast you. Maybe don't tell her I said that.. I don't want to end up dead by tomorrow." He laughs and hugs me "I have to go but I'll see you up there! Remember, you can do anything you set your mind to" he says with a wink

I smile back and repeat his advice over and over in my head. I can do this. Josh will be here and even if I don't get cast, I can say I tried. More than I could've said 5 years ago.

As the time grows closer for my audition, I feel my hands get sweaty and my breathing increasing. Why is this so hard? It's just reciting a paragraph and moving my arms as I speak. It shouldn't be this nerve wracking. My mind continues to spin and I barely notice the presence stepping up behind me

"Y'know I can hear you breathing from across the room right?"

I turn around to see Sam, once again

"Well sorry if my breathing annoys you sam. Not my fault I need to to live."

He rolls his eyes "your just being dramatic about this. It'll be fine."

"Shut up I didn't ask you for advice. What are you even doing here"

He starts to speak before he is interrupted by my name being shouted across the room. I turn around to see Josh and Mrs V waving me over. It's time. I take a deep breath and wipe my hands on the front of my jeans before making my way onto the stage. I am immediately blinded by the big lights, making this experience feel more real and terrifying.

"Whenever youre ready y/n" Mrs V says with a smile. I look over to josh, sitting next to her, for one final boost of confidence. He smiles at me and blows me a kiss. I smile and take one more breath before starting

"God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.... "

I go through the motions of what I imagine Juliet to look like, giving looks of desperation, throwing my hands up in defeat, stumbling to my knees. I start to get a little emotional as I finish up my last line

"Romeo! I come! This do I drink to thee"

I bow my head, signifying her death, as I wait to be excused from the stage. Instead I am met with silence. I dare to look up and see Josh, his jaw slightly dropped, and Mrs. V with tears in her eyes.

"My stars, Y/n. Who is this new person? That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much dear." She says, smiling wide.

I blink in disbelief. I did it. And they seemed to like it. I sigh with content and make my way to the seats. I trip over my own feet coming down the stairs and try to protect my head from the impact of the floor. But to my surprise, it never comes. Instead, I am met with the feeling of something holding me up, maybe my guardian angel, probably Josh. I open my eyes to see Sam looking down at me, his face softened. I look back at him and blush a little bit before straightening myself back up and looking to the floor before my attention is drawn back to the front row, where Mrs V and Josh are sat. I hear her say "So you've met our Romeo I see". My head whips to Sam, who has a sour expression on his face, obviously not happy about it either. I chuckle involuntarily, and it only grows as he gives me a dirty look, rolling his eyes.

"Wow... Acting? I could never imagine you doing that"

"Yeah well I couldn't imagine me doing it either, but here we are. Actually, I could never imagine you doing this either. Thought for sure you'd choke up there and go running back into the arms of your precious little Josh. Oh well, it's not too late. Maybe it'll happen on opening night" he says with a fake smile, obviously trying to upset me. I glare at him, trying to speak, but nothing is comming out. "What's wrong? Nothing to say?"

I sigh with frustration and start, "listen, asshole. Unlike you, I actually tried to get a role instead of just sitting back and it falling into my lap."

"Yeah well this wasn't my first choice, believe me."

"Oh of course. Sam Kiszka always has more important things going on. Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence. Y'know I feel bad for whoever Juliet will be, they'll have to put up with you all the time"

He glares at me before leaning towards me, making me walk back and hit my back on the ledge of the stage, "Oh yeah? Luckily for both of us, you'll never be Juliet."

That stung a little. But it's Sam, he has no idea what he's talking about

"Fuck off"

I say as I storm past him, shedding off the burden of our conversation in my trail. I decide to just head home. I'll see Josh in the morning and we can talk about everything then

Right now I need a break.

SAM POV

I don't know why I'm forced to sit in this godforsaken auditorium watching all these girls audition for a part they're most likely never going to get, except for the 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 girl who does. She'll get so excited over something so miniscule as a couple lines in a mediocre high school production of a Shakespeare play.

They're all so desperate.

I think back to my conversation, well, argument, with Y/n. I don't know how Josh ever got her to do this. Her audition wasn't even that good, yet Josh and Mrs V seemed to be eating it up. I mean, sure, she spoke clearly... and slowly... beautifully- I shake my head before my thoughts go too far. Its only beautiful because Shakespeare is beautiful, Not a compliment to y/n. She probably won't even get the part anyway, so this was just a waste of time for her. She's lucky not to be given a part. This is going to be torture.

Hours and hours of rehearsals, my friends inevitably calling me names in the hallway, trying to create chemistry with whoever my love interest is..

This is my own personal hell

And it could've all been so easily avoided.

That fight was ridiculous. Why did I care so much what he said? It's not like it's anything I haven't said before. My mind starts re-enacting the scene in my head,

"𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘺/𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥. 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤."

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺/𝘯'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳.

I bring my mind back to reality and shake my head. It's all 𝘩𝘦𝘳 fault. Why does she constantly plague me and my thoughts even though I resent her?

Still,

Why do I care about her?

Taglist! (Idk if I'm doing this right)

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#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #sam kiszka smut #josh kiszka #sam kiszka fic #jake kiszka #sam kiszka fanfiction

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anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea

this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion

so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.

"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."

"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."

"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."

and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.

Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333

babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way

thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andy and leyley #andrew graves #ashley graves #gravecest #coffincest #ashley x andrew #i have. no idea how to tag this otherwise lmao #dead dove do not eat #there #starposts #long post

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jessicafangirl · 3 months ago

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The Second Chapter Of My Ghost Fic

Yes, I updated! And it's a longish one. I hope you like my version of Copia. He's fun to write for. I may or may not have added a few bits of what I've caught of Tobias's personality and likes here. You've been warned. Other things I've just decided "Yeah, that's totally Copia."

I made the Ghouls a little different here. There's supernatural stuff happening. Just a bit of it in this chapter hinting that things are not of the usual variety at this location of the Ministry.

You can also read this here at Archive Of Our Own

Chapter 2

Jen sat up with a gasp, blue eyes wide as saucers. She didn’t know where she was and the last thing she remembered was passing out in a satanic church. Reality came barreling to her as she realized everything had really happened and it wasn’t a bad dream. This was brought even more home when she turned and saw a black clad figure with a silver devil mask on their face sitting in a chair nearby her reading a copy of Metal Edge Magazine with their legs crossed. Okay…maybe it could still be a dream.

She couldn’t stop the yelp that came from her lips. But apparently the….man? wasn’t too terribly shocked to see her awake or what her reaction was to seeing them. If that was how they dressed all the time, it was probably the norm. Jen realized this was one of the band members…the ghouls. The Nameless Ghouls. They walked around like that all the time? The figure stood and headed over to the bed Jen found herself on. She had no idea where she was now, but the room was dark other than the small table lamp the silver masked figure was reading by and a fireplace that was burning over in a corner. The figure held up their hands as if to say they weren’t there to harm her as they came to a stop near the bed. Jen didn’t know what to really do here and found herself gripping the silky comforter that had been covering her nervously as the ghoul placed a palm against her forehead. After a moment they reached down and felt her wrist and glanced at a watch on their left arm. Jen realized they were checking her vitals…this was just bizarre.

“Uh…am I still…in the church?” she finally asked.

The ghoul nodded then grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to her. Jen looked down at it curiously and decided if there was anything nefarious, they were attempting they had plenty of opportunity while she was unconscious. She took a drink and wound up glugging down the entire glass.

While she’d been drinking the water, her nurse, for want of a better term, went to the door of the room and opened it, letting in a subdued light from the other side. Jennifer heard a voice that was familiar and a noise that was like soft rumbling static. She placed her water glass on the table just as Copia Emeritus walked into the room.

Instead of the robes he’d been wearing when she’d first met him, he’d changed into less formal attire. He still had his face paints but was wearing form fitting black pants and a black button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up still with his gloves. He quickly made his way to stand next to the bed. “Ah signorina, I am so glad you are awake.” He said gently, not wanting to frighten her.

Jen gave him a weak smile, still out of sorts. “I…thank you for…helping me.” She said, then glanced around. “Uh…the…uhm…nurse said I was still at the church?”

Copia’s eyes widened in surprise. “They spoke to you?”

“No, just nodded.” She answered.

“Ah,” He smiled again. “Si, si, you are still here in the church.” He gestured around the room. “This is one of the apartments for visitors and clergy.”

Jen nodded then asked “Uh, how did I get here?”

“Eh, well…” The Papa glanced away for a moment then turned back to her. “How much do you remember cara?”

She chewed her lower lip. “I…think I fainted. Before that it was a blur…running…hiding…” here she paused, taking a breath “and blood.”

Copia’s mismatched eyes were kind as they watched the expressions cross her face. He gestured to the mattress “May I?”

Jen nodded and he sat down next to her. “Cara, you did faint. I believe you had a…attacco di panico…uh…a panic attack, si?” He reached out very slowly and touched her hand where it lay on the mattress. “After what you described to me no one could blame you for it. We brought you here to rest.”

She glanced away towards the fireplace. “So all of it really happened. It wasn’t just some sort of nightmare or…I’m not laying in the woods somewhere slowly dying from exposure.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

Copia winced at the words and her tone. She sounded as though dying of exposure would be preferable. “Dolce ragazza, you are safe here.” He squeezed her hand lightly. “What you’ve witnessed is horrible, what you went through was too. But you are safe here.”

She turned back to him with a sad smile. “Thank you, Papa, but…”

He shook his head. “Copia.” He said gently. “You do not have to use my title Jennifer.”

He remembered her name which was surprising. “Copia,” she started over, “Thank you for everything you have done. But I need to get out of here. It’s bad enough they followed me. I can’t drag you more into this.”

Copia’s brows narrowed. “Jennfier, no matter what you may have heard or think of us, we’re a place of sanctuary. You are in need of it.” His voice was still gentle but held a weight. “That’s what we are here for.”

Jen sighed and out of instinct squeezed his gloved fingers. “You’ve done more than you needed to. And I think you’ve got a great band actually and you do a lot for people besides me. But I…I just need to go to the police I think and figure this out.”

Copia looked surprised for a moment and gave her another smile, trying to add a little levity. “Ah, so Kiss isn’t the only band you enjoy, eh?”

She shook her head. “You do in fact rock hard Papa.” Jen gave his hand another squeeze. She saw him about to say she didn’t need to use his title, but she cut him off. “You’ve done too much already. I’m sorry I dragged you into this at all.” Jen moved the blanket off her legs and scooted out of the bed on the other side. She realized her shoes had been taken off at some point.

Jen turned back to Copia who was watching her with an odd look on his face. “Uhm…I need to find my shoes.”

The Papa nodded, “Si, si…” He stood up and headed to the door, opening it. “Your things are out here.”

She stood and walked in her socked feet into the next room while Copia held the door open for her. The next room was a small living area with a tiny kitchenette. On the two-seater sofa sat her bag and on the floor her sneakers, looking worse for wear after clambering up a hill side in the dark. Jen turned to Copia “Thank you.” She said again and headed over to the couch to pull on her shoes.

Copia for his part watched her worriedly. The Ghost Project had been to this location a time or two before. Right then they were on a break from touring and as Papa he was focusing on his other church duties. He and the Ghouls had moved in for the time being. No rest really for the wicked as the saying went. But from what he knew of the town the church itself was only tolerated because it brought in income. The local police…weren’t the best. Basically, the church was left alone because they made a hefty donation every year. He was concerned about this fellow fan of Kiss and apparently a fan of his own band. Not only that but he was at heart a Papa, once a Cardinal. His job was to help his flock, be there for those that needed him. And he somehow knew she was alone in this. One tip off was the fact she hadn’t immediately called someone else, family or a friend…or a significant other, to let them know she was okay. That would be a typical reaction. But not here.

He pursed his lips in thought as he watched her do up her shoes. “Cara, would you allow me to make a suggestion?” Copia asked, walking over to stand beside the couch.

Jen looked up at him, tying the last lace in place. “Sure?”

The Papa folded his gloved fingers together. “I would ask that you stay here at least for a night or two.” He saw her start to protest and he lifted a hand. “Un momento, per favore.” She bit her lip but waited for him to continue. “We obviously have the space si? But also…I want to make some quiet inquiries into what you witnessed. If anything has been reported as well as the men that were looking for you.”

“Copia…” Jen didn’t want him digging into this any deeper. He was way too kind for his own good and she didn’t want to be responsible for something happening to this ethereal rock god devil pope. I mean…that’s what he was right?

He sat down beside her, lowering his gaze at her in a way that had quieted many a disobedient sibling of sin over the last few years. When he worked up the glower power as he’d called it, people usually listened to him. “Jennifer, do you have anyone to help you right now I can call?”

Well…that…made her wince. No, she really didn’t. That’s what happened when you decided you were over the toxic that was your crazy family. Her life over the last few years had been chaos and heartbreak and she was looking into the barrel of middle age alone. Jen sighed, shaking her head. “No.” She admitted softly.

Copia could hear it in her voice. It was fragile and the fear was there along with the sadness. He’d help her and perhaps learn why she was alone in this, and it would seem the world. He knew all about feeling that way. But he could fix that as well. “You’re not alone sorella.” He gave her another smile, the white paints of his face showing the thin lines that were on either side of his lips. “Let us help you. Let me help you, si?” He touched her hand where it lay on the couch, the leather of his gloves warm.

Jen gazed back at him for a heartbeat. He had a skull painted on his face and an eye that didn’t belong in nature. But he wasn’t scary in the least right then. He also wasn’t air humping his mic stand either which suddenly popped into her head. No brain…you do not think about that right now. Good god…

He wanted to help her, and she believed him. And who else did she have? Maybe a priest of the dark side was a good option for a woman on the run from bloodthirsty killers? She’d always had a thing for horror movies and monsters…and look now her life was one. What fun…at least the demonic entity was a nice one in her movie.

“I…okay…if…is this going to be alright for everybody?” She asked him finally.

Copia nodded, happy she was accepting his offer of help. “Si, si, everything will be okie dokie.” He stood and clapped his hands together. “You can stay here of course. I’m just down the hall if you need anything. You’ll…uh…notice the sign on the door.”

Jen couldn’t help but grin at his okie dokie. Some scary devil dude. He had a knack for making her forget what a clusterfuck she was in. He glanced around the room. “TV is there, kitchen is there, washroom is back in through the bedroom.” Copia glanced down at her clothes and gave a nervous quirk to his lips. “We also have a laundry as well.”

She glanced down at her still dirt covered jeans and hoodie. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She stood up and pulled open her bag, taking out her Switch and placing it on the coffee table. She noticed Copia looking at the Nintendo logo on the case with an almost predatory gleam in his eye as she pulled out a new pair of jeans and a Bela Lugosi’s Dead t-shirt. “Are you a gamer?” She asked him wondering if she should leave him a moment alone to ogle the console.

Copia shook himself from a stupor. He let out a little chuckle. “Hehe, si, I guess you could say that.”

Jennifer grinned in surprise. “What do you like to play?” She asked while pulling her toiletry bag out.

“Oh this and that…I…haven’t played what this is though.” He gestured to the case.

“Really? You haven’t played a Switch?” She turned back to him.

“No.” He turned and gave another nervous laugh. “I’ve heard of it, si. But church business etc.….I haven’t had time to upgrade.”

Jen nodded. She could imagine he didn’t get a lot of free time. “Well, if I’m here for a couple nights then we should team up or beat up on this bad boy. I’ve got a second controller.” She dug into her bag and pulled out a spare Zelda themed one and handed it to him.

Copia’s eyes widened like a kids on Christmas. “Satanus…the tri-force.” He breathed out in awe.

She laughed. “Yeppers. Oh if you haven’t seen Breath of the Wild you’ll probably need to sit down for that one.”

He grinned. “I may have to take you up on that offer signorina.” Copia placed the glorious controller on the coffee table. “Ah, are you hungry?” He asked her. “When did you last eat?”

Jen couldn’t actually remember when she’d last eaten. She didn’t know if she could actually eat right then with everything that had happened. Mostly she just wanted to take a shower and see if she could even sleep. “It’s…it’s okay I’m not hungry.” She gave a nervous chuckle as she picked up her clothes. “I can stand to skip a meal or two anyway.”

The Papa’s eyes narrowed again, not happy with her answer for a couple of reasons. “Food is important cara. You need your strength, and I won’t have you go hungry while you are our guest.”

“Really, it’s fine.” She told him.

Glower power activated, Copia crossed his arms over his chest and raised a painted brow. “Si, it is very fine food. And I will take no refusal. Tonight the kitchen made a fettuccini carbonara that would make the devil weep. I’ll have some brought up to you.”

Jen felt a bit cowered by that look and the thought of bacon in cream sauce and pasta literally made by Satan’s church was pretty intriguing. “Thank you, it sounds heav…” She realized where she was. “Hellaciously good.”

Copia’s lips quirked up deactivating the glower. “Prego.” He gave her a little bow. “I will leave you to get comfortable. Again, I’m just down the hall if you need anything.”

“I’ll look for the sign.” She replied.

“Bene.” He nodded, gave her a wink, and then headed out of the room.

Jen stood there for a minute holding her clean clothes. “What did the satanist do to you child? They forced me to eat good pasta and get clean.” She said aloud, a dazed expression on her face. Shaking her head she walked through the bedroom and found the bathroom. It wasn’t massive but had one of those white, old-fashioned claw-footed tubs and showers she’d dreamed of having her whole life. The tile was a mix of blue, gold, and white, with a decent sized sink and counter. The walls were decorated with more tile but with patterns of gold tile within the blue. A large stand of thick, fluffy towels and washcloths sat next to the sink.

“Good lord, they have a bidet.” She said to herself. The devil demanded a clean bum of his followers. Jen grinned at the thought. Closing the door she turned on the shower. After scrubbing herself raw she towel dried her hair, thankful for the fact it was short and dried quickly. She felt a bit better after getting clean. She put her clothes and towels in the hamper she saw in the room. Dressed in jeans and her Bauhaus shirt she walked out to the living room to find someone had brought her dinner.

Sitting on the small table next to the kitchenette was a steaming and delicious smelling plate of pasta and next to it a carafe of ice water, a bottle of wine with a glass and a small basket with some Italian bread and butter. “You guys don’t mess around.” She thought. Jen sat down at the table and grabbed the silver wear and noticed there was even a slice of what looked like chocolate cake on a small saucer.

She dug in and nearly swooned at the first bite of the carbonara. It made sense with the head of the clergy being Italian and all that that it would be good but…this was how you seduced people to the dark side. All of it was delicious. Jen looked down and realized she’d eaten everything that had been brought to her. The bread tasted fresh, the butter too. After drinking down another glass of water she looked at the wine bottle. She wasn’t really a wine drinker and remembered the last time she’d decided to rip into a bottle she had a migraine the next day. Maybe not drink a whole bottle alone. She poured a little bit into the glass and took a sip. It was actually good too. Slightly sweet with a bit of…spice? She poured a little more and walked over to the couch and slumped down.

This wasn’t how she saw her night or her life going. In the grand scheme of her cluster of a life she supposed the scales were now way heavier in the “this is the worst thing to happen to you” side. Jen let out a heavy sigh and swigged down the rest of her glass. She looked at the bottle that was taunting her to drink it all down to just stop thinking. That wouldn’t do anyone any good and she’d learned that didn’t help anything ever. It just gave her a headache and made you feel like hell the next day.

Her head fell back on the couch, and she stared up at the white ceiling. Sleep…let’s try sleeping. She traded out her jeans for her blue plaid pajama pants and padded back to the bedroom. She knew this was probably a futile effort, but she was going to try. Jen kept the door open to the living area and the light on, turning off the bedroom light. This made her feel a little more secure. Yes she was 6 years old.

The bed was surprisingly comfy, and the sheets and comforter felt really nice. The wine she’d drank was giving her just the littlest buzz. Her blue eyes stared towards the fireplace that was still burning in the room, giving it a little bit of a glow. She tried to breathe deeply and relax. That was really hard all things considered but eventually she felt herself grow drowsy. She closed her eyes and found herself fading into sleep.

But her subconscious wasn’t going to let it be that easy. She watched it all over again, feeling the cold of the night air hit her and this time some of the blood splattered into her face. God, she could smell the burning coppery tinge of it. She ran through a forest that didn’t end. Just running and running. She could hear them chasing her and the trees never stopped. Jen felt herself fall, felt hands grabbing her from the ground. She turned, frantic as they held her in place and running towards her were the two killers. “You deserve it you little bitch.” A voice said from the distance, the words bitter, the sound hoarse and hateful. Jen turned and saw her mother standing there on a hill side, clad in a nightgown, her dark eyes shining with hate and spite. “You’re a disgrace.” She said and spat at her. The hands, clawed and withered, pulled at her again, dragging her down at last, the dirt falling in around her and sucking her in. She could feel it in her throat, coating her eyes, plugging up her nose until she couldn’t scream anymore.

Jen sat up with a strangled yelp, her legs twisted in the blankets. She looked around in the now darker room the sound of her mom’s voice ringing in her ears along with the sounds of the killers footsteps crunching in the leaves. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, running her shaking fingers through her hair. The fireplace was only embers at this point. She glanced at the clock next to the bed. She’d been asleep a whole two hours. Jen let out a heavy sigh and fell back onto the pillow. She wasn’t sleeping again tonight. That had been a horrible idea.

She sat up and pulled her legs from the tumult of blankets. It was 1AM. “Ugh…fuck.” She muttered and stood up, shambling into the living area. She wondered if Copia was still awake then as she walked over to her gaming system. She probably shouldn’t bother him. She didn’t know him that well and it was the middle of the night. He’s got a whole ministry of Lucifer to run plus he’s a rock star dumbass. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at that Nintendo Switch like he wanted to have babies with it. Hmmmm. Jen looked over at the still pretty full bottle of wine. Hmmmm…

Sure this was a total normal thing to do. Go see if the devil priest wanted to drink and play video games. In the realm of her life that wasn’t the craziest thing at the moment. Copia seemed friendly and nice. He also had great hair and she’d seen those pants he used to wear…and the ones he currently wears. STOP THAT. Jesus brain…just stop that. Jen blamed it on stress and shook the thoughts from her head.

She grabbed the console and second controller and then snagged the bottle off the counter. “I’m just down the hall” he’d said. Cautiously Jen peered out the front door of her room. It was a long hallway with doorways intermittently along it. It was dimly lit by electric lights in sconces along the walls which were painted in a rich deep red. The floors looked to be hard wood and were also a dark color. She licked her lips, nervous. No one was about which made sense with it being so late. But she didn’t know the hours that Satanist worked. She took a deep breath and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Look for the sign he’d said. Barefoot, Jen headed towards the right and after walking past a few doors saw the hallway came to an end with one single door facing her and next to it a black carved sign embedded in the wall that said “Papa’s Suite” with what looked like the upside-down cross insignia of the church and the band. Well that was pretty specific.

Jen glanced down and noticed there was light peeking through the bottom of the door. That could mean anything. He may be sleeping…like normal people would be. She chewed on her lower lip…god this was dumb. Jen realized even though she was used to being alone she really didn’t want to be right now. Papa Copia had been kind and somehow, he made her feel safe because he was familiar thanks to having watched the videos and having listened to his music. The nightmare had her on edge. Playing video games with a possible friend would be a welcome respite.

Tentatively she knocked very lightly on the door. It was barely a knock. She winced when she did it. Hey guy I’ve never met before tonight want to play Mario Cart? Ugh.. No, go back to your room dumbass. Jen’s shoulders slumped and she turned from the door to drag herself back to her room.

“Cara?” she heard from behind her and her eyes widened.

Jen turned back and found Copia with the door opened looking at her in concern and surprise. He was dressed in a pair of red sweats and a black Metallica shirt. But what threw her was the fact his skull paint was gone. Instead he had just some dark makeup around his eyes and his upper lip. His salt and pepper hair was slightly mussed. The sounds that could only be Bruce Lee kicking ass and taking names were coming from somewhere in the room behind him.

“Uh…hey…” Jen said, giving a nervous smile. “Uhm…”

Copia saw the dark circles under her eyes. “Trouble sleeping?” He asked her gently.

She shook her head yes. “Yeah… I didn’t mean to bother you honestly.” Jen looked down and felt guilty.

“I have trouble sleeping too, especially after a tour…so many time zones.” He nodded. The Papa’s eyes grow more concerned. “Although I think you are awake for a different reason, no?”

Jen glanced away from the green and white of his gaze. “Sleep was a bad idea.” She muttered.

He shook his head. “I am sorry cara…” He realized he was making her wait outside like an uncouth bastardo. “Oh, I’m a horrible Papa. Please, please come in.” He held the door open for her and gestured her inside.

Jen walked into the Papa’s Suite and found a mix of the expected and unexpected greeting her. The living room was large with a lot of dark wood and some beautiful antiques. There were some paintings on the walls, mostly scenes from what looked straight out of Dante’s Inferno, and a large set of windows with heavy drapes and what looked like giant glass doors leading to a balcony. A bigger kitchen was on one side and a far bigger fireplace crackled along another wall. But there were obvious signs that Copia was the one in residence. One section of the room held three large shelves of VHS tapes and DVD’s. Next to those shelves were three more filled to the brim with vinyl records. On another wall in front of a plush couch was a flat screen television with an entertainment center beneath it. It contained a VCR, DVD player and…was that an NES? Jen cocked her head. Hiding next to the NES was a Playstation2 and an N64. He really hadn’t upgraded in a while.

Stepping in further she noticed one wall that was all Copia. There were a couple of gold records hanging there. Next to those were what appeared to be drawings of the band and Copia by children or younger fans. He’d had them framed. There were one or two framed pictures of Copia standing with an older woman and what looked like Metallica, the other with a group of the silver masked Ghouls who made up the rest of the band. Copia was beaming. There were some framed concert posters as well, one with the Papa in full on bat wing caped glory.

Jen glanced at the TV screen and recognized the film immediately. “Oh The Big Boss.” She said grinning.

Copia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Si! Are you a Bruce Lee fan cara?”

She nodded. “I used to watch these all the time on the local indie station. Kung Fu Theater.” She laughed. “Many a Saturday afternoon was Bruce Lee and cereal.”

The Papa grinned. “That sounds like paradise.”

Jen nodded. “It was.” She held out the wine bottle. “By the way, uh…I brought this if you’d like some. I can’t drink a whole bottle or I’d collapse.”

Copia took it from her, studying the label. “Ah, bene, they brought you the one I chose.”

“Oh you didn’t have to, but it was really tasty.” She told him.

He gestured with his still gloved hand. “Wine and pasta belong together cara. While I spread the word of sin, not having a good vintage with your food is not the kind we would ever do.”

She laughed and nodded. “Understood. I see you actually do have boundaries.”

Copia’s eyes caught hers and he nodded. “Boundaries within reason tesero.” He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the holder installed under the cabinets. He poured each half full.

“I brought over the Switch too if you wanted to play it.” She realized he may have been meaning to go to bed though. “I mean, if you want, I can leave it here and you can try it out.”

He turned holding the glasses with a slightly confused expression. “I thought we were going to, how did you say it, “beat down” together?”

Jen found herself trying not to blush at that. Christ…stop…putting…the…image…of the pants…in my head…brain. She nodded. “Yes, I did say that. But if you’re going to bed or I’m…bothering you I can just leave it here for you.” She placed the case and controller on the coffee table that already contained some magazines and she noticed comic books.

He shook his head. “Oh, I’m still wide awake and you could never bother me. Here cara.” He handed her a glass and gestured to the couch. “Please sit.”

Jen settled on the couch, which was probably one of the comfiest things she’d ever sat on in her life. It probably cost more than her car. Copia took a seat on the other end and turned a bit to face her, taking a sip of his wine.

“Delizioso.” He held the glass’s stem carefully and looked at her. “Jennifer if you wish to talk about anything with me you are always welcome. I want you to know that. Perhaps sharing your fears can help keep them from your dreams, si?”

She cradled her glass, staring down into the red liquid. It was reminding her too much of the blood to drink it right then. “Thank you again Papa but I…I think it might be better just to try to forget everything right now.”

He reached over and patted her shoulder. “I understand cara. But as I said, I’m Copia for you, si?” He gestured at his clothes and differently made-up face. “Especially right now, you’re getting the dressed down version.” He smiled at her.

Jen laughed, liking the way his eyes crinkled up with the black ringing them. It made the color of his green one even more pronounced and the white nearly glowed. “Even dressed down you are styling.” She replied.

‘Ah, grazie.” Copia felt a tiny bit of heat on his cheeks and covered it with a sip of wine. He placed the glass on the coffee table, his eyes alighting on the Zelda controller. “What do you suggest for a first game il mio adorabile amico?”

Jennifer raised a brow as she reached for the game case. Had he just called her adorable? Maybe that white eye did mean he was half blind. She opened the case and pulled out the game card holder. “Well judging by the way you’ve been ogling that Zelda controller I’m thinking Zelda would be the way to go.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “Hehe…I’m…not that subtle.”

She grinned. “Subtle is overrated.” Jen found the game in its slot. “Let’s hook it up and I’ll show you an all new and improved Link.”

Copia helped her with the TV as she didn’t want to break anything and they quickly got the console hooked up. He was still impressed by how small everything was and portable. Soon she had him logged in and the game started. She explained it was single player and she’d be happy to just watch and teach him. Pretty soon Copia was running around Hyrule and cursing up a storm when he’d run out of steam while climbing. Jen gave him some tips here and there. But he seemed to catch on pretty quick. Two glasses of wine each later and they were trading the controller back and forth trying to defeat one of the more difficult monsters.

“Cazzo!! Link you debole stronzo.” Copia’s head fell back on the couch groaning in defeat, the controller falling to his side. Even Jen realized he’d just cussed out one of Nintendo’s most beloved characters.

“I would say you need a drink, but I think we finished the bottle” Jen giggled and realized…yeah, they definitely finished the bottle. And the other bottle Copia had had sitting on the counter in his kitchen.

“I’ve brought dishonor on the Emeritus name.” He dramatically held his arm over his eyes.

“I thought it was Link’s fault.” She added, tossing a potato chip in her mouth from the bag they’d snagged from his pantry.

“Si, and I am Link…the weakling, bringer of sorrow and the destruction of Hyrule.” Copia sighed as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Dude, it was your first time, and you did great. Give yourself some respect.” She punched his arm lightly.

Copia sat up and looked over at her. “I need more wine to deal with this injustice to my ego.” He blinked owlishly.

“Well that might be difficult…we drank it all.” Jen tipped the bottle showing it was completely drained.

He looked confused for a moment then brightened as if remembering something. “Ah! I’m Papa! I have the key to the wine cellar!”

“This is going to end badly isn’t it?” She asked him.

“Possibly but it will be fun.” He held up a finger and grinned.

It was at that moment that the mantle clock that sat above the fireplace decided to chime out the time. 5 am. Good lord they’d been up nearly all night. Jen glanced over at Copia. “Maybe we should rain check that. I’ve kept you up all night…I’m so sorry.” She felt awful.

Copia shook his head. “No no no…that little pointy eared bastardo should be saying he’s sorry.” He made a familiar gesture to the TV.

Jen laughed, not able to help it. “I think we might be a little drunk.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Forse…it is a little whirly in here.” He glanced around the room then turned back to her and took her hand in his. “But you do not apologize cara. This was fun. I haven’t had fun in a while, and I hope it helped take your thoughts from the dark.”

Jen smiled, trying not to think about how warm his hand was. God damn it wine brain…you stop. “It was fun, and it did. Thank you Copia.” He really was a sweetheart for a devil priest.

Copia lifted her hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “You are welcome cara.”

She managed not to giggle like a school girl but only just. Holy Gomez Addams. Do not be an idiot. Just get out and go to bed while there’s still nighttime. Do not be an idiot. He does that to strangers every freaking show multiple times and…don’t be an idiot.

“I’ll leave it here with you.” She gestured to the controller. “You can attempt to regain your honor.”

Copia realized she was actually going to leave. And she did have a point…he had work to do in the morning and also needed to start digging for information on her situation. But he was really enjoying himself. Well, there was always that night. “Si, si…” he said letting go of her fingers after a moment. “We should continue our quest over dinner this evening.”

Jennifer’s lips parted in surprise. “That sounds great.”

“We can eat here and maybe I’ll have news regarding the…uh…predicament.” Copia’s lips frowned slightly. He rather wished he could forget about the terrible thing that had brought her here.

She nodded, not letting the feeling of dread try to take away from the fact she was actually enjoying her time hanging out with the rock star. “Maybe I can obliterate you at Mario Cart.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Copia cocked a brow. “You think you can defeat me at my Italian brethren’s own realm dea del giocatore?”

Jen laughed. “I have no literal idea what you just said.”

“Si, even more evidence you will…as they say…be going down.” Copia had spent more hours playing Mario Cart than possibly he had at a pulpit…much to Sisters consternation. He looked more than a little smug.

Jen was not intimidated, dark eye glare or no. “You are on, scary devil priest man.” She replied cocking her own brow and crossing her arms.

“Don’t you forget it signorina.” Copia replied with what he hoped was an intimidating look which he couldn’t hold long before he grinned. “Winner gets to pick the movie.”

The little glare thing he just did distracted her addled brain. She guessed he was trying to look like a scary devil priest man…and…that didn’t have the effect on her it would have on other people. Jen shook that train of thought out of her wine brain. “There’s a movie too?” She asked, clearing her throat.

“Si, I’d say you’ve earned a movie night.” He replied. “But after I obliterate you at Mario Cart of course.”

Her gamer ego was riled. “Oh, of course…” She smirked at him.

With that she stood up, stretching after sitting for so long and then wobbled a bit on her feet. “Ooof, I think the wine just really hit.”

Copia got to his feet and realized he wasn’t much more coordinated. “I think you might be right cara.” He gestured to the door. “I’ll walk you to your room while I’m still able.”

With it still being so early, Jen and Copia didn’t really talk on the short walk to her room. Thanks to the quiet though she could hear the beginnings of the day start downstairs in the ministry.

“The cooks are preparing breakfast.” Copia whispered to her. “You’ll probably sleep through it which I hope is the case. But it’s just as good as the pasta we had for dinner.”

They came to her door and Jen turned back to the Papa who stood oddly at attention, heels close together. They were the same height, which had surprised her. He seemed taller on stage, or maybe it was the hat, but Jen thought it was just his presence. He drew you in.

“I keep thanking you.” She said quietly. “But I don’t think I can enough. This was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off, well, everything.” She felt tears pricking her eyes and she blinked, trying to keep it from showing. She really needed to be more of an emotional wreck than she was, just peachy.

Copia gave her a slight bow. “It was my pleasure, Jennifer. No need to thank me.” He reached out and took her hand once more. “If you wish to repay me do so in getting some rest.” He placed another kiss on her knuckles, giving her fingers a light squeeze.

Jen blamed the wine again, it was totally not the gallant, courtly gestures and the way he rolled the R at the end of her name that made her flush like Rudolph’s nose. “I promise to conk hard.” She told him.

The Papa released her hand after another moment, giving her another smile. “Perfetto. But don’t conk too hard, you may hurt your head.”

She laughed as she opened her door. “Good night…good morning Copia.” She said over her shoulder with a little wave and closed her door.

Copia stood in the hallway, his eyes on the door where she had just stood. He had a wistful smile on his lips. He took a deep breath, already smelling the aroma of the freshly brewing coffee coming from downstairs. He turned and headed back to his rooms.

He had time to get a nap before the day really began. And he had a lot to do that day. Meetings with the upper clergy of course…as always. A couple of interviews for the rock and metal press. And he needed to start the hunt for the men who were on their own hunt for his new friend.

Copia didn’t have many in the world he could call friend. The Ghouls of course but they were Ghouls and literally tied to his damned soul. And so when he found someone that he considered a friend, Copia Emeritus would move heaven and even hell for them. And if that person were in trouble or someone was trying to hurt them…oh…well…there was a side that would come out of the Papa many didn’t get to see. And typically you didn’t want to see it, much less be the target of it. The men who had dared come into his church and who were a threat to Jennifer were about to find that out the hard way.

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