#thought about solomon the entire day

[nonamenonamenon]

When most demons are asked about Solomon the sorcerer, most will have a remark about how he doesn't feel like he should be a human, but rather a demon instead.

If Solomon is told about this, he merely laughs, and says, "Do I, now?"

However, behind his cunning smile, lies a smidge of uncertainty on whether he truly is a human. At what point does he cross the line of human and demon? Or something else truly inhuman entirely?

He's conflicted. It's an idiotic thing to be worried about. He's human. He's always on the side of mankind, and always acts in the interest of humanity.

Though, at times, in the lonely permanence of the Devildom's night, Solomon wonders if he truly deserves to be called a human. He forgets whoー or what he is, being around so many demons in his time at RAD.

When you arrive at RAD, being a puny, weak, helpless thing compared to the other exchange students, his curiosity is piqued. Why send a normal person here, where they're bound to be mauled to death by a bunch of demons?

However, his expectations were exceeded when he learns of your pact with Mammon, the second born of the seven. He's not all too impressed, seeing how easy it would be for anyone to trick Mammon into forming a pact, but he's surprised nonetheless. He recalls having to wait a few years before he made his first pact. How nostalgic, he thinks.

As the year passed, and as you formed more & more bonds with everyone else, he was intrigued further & further. To have a pact with Lucifer, of all people? The one demon he's been trying to form one with? He laughs to himself, but he sees why, now. You've gotten through Lucifer's walls as well, hm?

When Solomon starts interacting with you, you're a bit scared. They call him a demon, but he looks safe enough. They say he's the strongest sorcerer in all three realms, but he doesn't look all that strong... you think.

You come to grow fond of the feeling of home he gives you. Though most wouldn't consider him one, he reminds you of your humanity.

He feels all too familiarー like home.

To Solomon, with each day he spends with you, a budding seed of love grows inside his chest, bit by bit. It's unnoticeable to him, at first, but comes to realize he's fallen when he dreaded you coming back to the House of Lamentation after a day together.

He notices it when you make him feel something he hasn't felt in decadesー maybe even centuries. He feels something human. He thought he'd shoo'ed away cupid a long time ago, but, it seems that he's been struck by his arrow again.

With this realization came something that, as the strongest sorcerer in the three realms, never thought he'd feel once more.

He felt fear.

Fear that you will be his weakness, and that you'll be put in harm's way, that every enemy he's made will come for you, to exact their revenge on him.

But most of all, fear that he'd outlive you, and he'll be left to mourn at your grave. He's a little too well acquainted with death, having seen all of his loved ones pass away, either of old age, or by something else entirely.

Solomon isn't sure whether he could take seeing you on your deathbed, though.

When he's with you, he rediscovers too many emotions he hasn't felt in years. Love, jealousy, fear... it reminds him that he's still human.

With you, he rediscovers his humanity.

He feelsー no, he is human with you.

And to you, he is a warm reminder of home.

One that you've been longing for, all this time.

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.

[wonderjanga]

No Need to Worry Over Sunshine

(This is connected to this short little post. This is also inspired @anastasiariley10123’s comment and @froginmygarden’s reblog of that post :D)

Marvel had been missing for a week. A whole week. He always comes to the Watchtower at least once a day! Yet hadn’t come all week! Anyone who messaged him on the communicators weren’t even getting any ‘:D’s too! They’re just getting ‘:)’s! Something was totally wrong. So imagine their surprise and slight horror when Flash went spilled some critical information when Clark and Hal came to relieve them from monitor duty.

After the monitor duty with Marvel…

Marvel: *dipped out so fast to not have to deal with the stares*

GL: *didn’t see the gray* “What’s with him?”

Supes: *peaks out of the monitor room to see Marvel turning a corner out of sight* “Is Cap alright?”

Flash: *sitting, wondering if Marvel is dying or something*

GL: “Wally…? Buddy? You good?”

Flash: “IthinkMarvelisdying.” *says super fast*

GL: “What?”

Supes: “What?!” *actually understood him*

Flash: “I think Marvel is dying.”

GL and Supes: *share a look*

Supes: “Wha- Why? Why do you think that?”

Flash: “Well, he’s going gray.”

GL: “Again, what?”

Flash: “And when I asked him about it, he nearly had a mental breakdown.”

Supes and GL: *share another look*

Supes: “Uhm… Did you ask him why he’s gray?

Flash: “Well, no, but-”

GL: *watching the monitors* “Aw shoot. Aliens in Metropolis.”

Supes, Flash, GL: *groans of annoyance*

Supes: “We’ll talk about this later.”

A little bit later…

JL: *just finished fighting the aliens*

Aquaman: “Geez, I can’t believe this is a weekly occurrence.” *looks at Marvel for a second before doing a double take* “What the hell happened to your hair?”

Marvel: “Huh? Uh…” *forgot to do a charm spell to cover the grey*

WW: “Brother, are you alright? You certainly shouldn’t be graying at your age.”

Other JL: *crowding Marvel in concern*

Marvel: “I mean, I am getting old Diana.”

WW: “Old? Brother you said you were nine.”

Flash: “Nine?”

WW: “Nine as in nine thousand years old.”

Marvel: “Uhm… Well, no. It’s more like nine…”

Solomon: “Go bigger, Billy.”

Marvel: “…hundred thousand.”

JL besides Marvel: *looks of utter shock (😟)*

Marvel: “So… yeah.” *awkward smile*

Flash: *sounds and looks horrified* “SO I WAS RIGHT! YOU ARE SO GONNA DIE!”

Marvel: “WHAT. No! I’m not gonna die! I have at least another hundred thousand years!”

They were all extremely relieved when they found that out. He’d outlive them all, which now that they thought about, was actually terrible for Marvel. But hey! At least he has a little lot of time left.

A little bit later…

Batman: “Were you a caveman?”

Marvel: “Hmm? Yeah.”

Also, someone recorded this entire interaction with a drone after the attack. People are calling him a silver fox now. He actually considered killing himself. (He said that outloud and the JL looked at him like 😨. Marvel: just kidding guys :D)

[fandoms-x-reader]

My Guardian Demon

Requested By: @angelcakeworld

Oneshot

Summary: MC's kindess is taken advantage of by everyone else and Beel seeks to protect them. Beelzebub x Reader Word Count: 1,582

Beel clenched his fist as he angrily munched on the food from his plate, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

You were all seated at the dining room table and his brothers were pestering you non-stop about the things you had to do with them.

Beel’s heated gaze softened as his eyes met yours, his heart involuntarily warming just from the eye contact.

He didn’t mind when you wanted to spend time with his brothers. But, you looked tired.

You were constantly running around doing things either for them or with them.

Beel was pretty sure he never heard you say no to his brothers. You were so kind that you simply went along with what they asked.

But his brothers took advantage of that kindness and Beel was tired of it.

Lucifer was constantly putting you in charge of watching over his brothers when he was out to help alleviate some of his own stress.

It didn’t matter if you had plans that day, if Lucifer needed you to watch over a particular brother, you would have to be attached to them the entire day.

And when Mammon wasn’t trying to use you as his own personal piggy bank, he was constantly getting you involved in his schemes that would end up getting you both in trouble.

Levi wasn’t too bad when it came to taking advantage of you. All he really wanted to do was play games with you. But when you wanted to stop or do something else, that’s when Levi would find a way to guilt trip you into staying.

While Satan wasn’t as needy as some of his other brothers, he was equally as guilty of stealing your time. Once he managed to convince you to read with him in the library, you wouldn’t be able to leave until it was bedtime.

Asmo was one of the worst when it came to you. He would drag you all over the place. From Majolish to The Fall. You always came back feeling really worn out after a day spent with Asmo.

Even Belphie was at fault, often taking advantage of you sitting down. You would try and relax for the first time after running around with the other brothers, and Belphie would immediately use you as a pillow and wouldn’t move until he was satisfied.

Needless to say, the demon brothers all had their own ways of taking you for granted and running you around until you couldn’t go anymore.

And it wasn’t just them either.

When you were at RAD, Beel would notice a task list given to you by either Lord Diavolo or Barbatos.

Luke would want to steal you away to try all of the new desserts he had baked.

Simeon was always looking for you to read and critique his newest works.

And Solomon seemed to always have something new he needed to teach you in magic.

And while it irritated Beel to see you being taken advantage of so carelessly, those were his friends and family.

He would make snide comments here and there and do his best to try and try to help you avoid them so that you could have some time to yourself.

Sometimes he would even ask if you would spend time with him, only to have you relax and take care of yourself when the two of you were alone.

He didn’t need to be constantly doing stuff with you like his brothers. He was happy just to be in your presence.

Beel tried to push the thoughts of what happened at breakfast out of his head so that he could focus on school.

Beel was pulled back to reality when Lucifer announced that it was time to leave for RAD.

He finished eating what was left on his plate and you all walked to school together.

And he had done the best he could to get through the first couple of classes without being too distracted.

But at lunch, everything fell apart.

Beel was mindlessly eating his food when he noticed a group of demons approach you. 

He got a sinking feeling as he watched them walk up to you, but he remained in his seat.

You were all in the middle of RAD so surely the demons wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and attack you in front of everybody.

Beel didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. Maybe those demons were friends of yours? The last thing he wanted was to make you mad by being too overprotective.

So, he continued to eat his lunch, watching and listening to the conversation you were having with them.

Beel nearly choked on his food when he realized they were asking you for your homework to copy your answers.

One of them even dared to take the snack you had specifically brought with you to school that day.

Beel may have been compliant when it came to the others, but this was where he drew the line.

He refused to allow random low-level demons to take advantage of you.

Beel was a respectable and lovable demon in the Devildom. But he was a demon nonetheless. And, seeing his human being taken advantage of caused him to snap and see red.

Before you even knew what was happening, Beel was at the center of a fight with Lucifer trying to pull him away from the other demons.

When the situation finally managed to get under control, you offered to take Beel to the infirmary.

You walked quietly alongside him down the hallway and when you reached an empty room, you motioned for Beel to enter first and then closed the door behind yourself.

You knew that the school doctor would be treating the victims of Beel’s rampage first, so you took it upon yourself to treat the cut he acquired on his cheek.

You grabbed the items needed from the medicine cabinet and then stood in front of Beel who was seated on the bed.

Your proximity was enough to bring a small blush to your cheeks and make your heart race, but you did your best to focus on the task at hand.

You and Beel locked eyes for a moment and then he looked down, slightly ashamed of himself for causing a fight in the middle of the cafeteria.

“Did you know them or something?” you asked Beel, beginning to gently clean the cut on his cheek.

Beel let out a small sigh and a guilty look flashed across his features before replying, “Not really.”

“Then, why did you start a fight with them?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as you kept your attention on the wound.

Beel hesitated for a moment, a blush coating his own cheeks as he replied, “I saw the way they were taking advantage of you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you finally brought your eyes to meet his again. You were struggling to find the right words to say in response.

“It’s not just them, either. I hate that everyone takes advantage of you,” Beel added, looking into your eyes as he gently curled his fingers around your wrist that was tending to his small laceration. 

Your breath hitched as he looked deeply into your eyes, his physical contact creating an intimate moment between the two of you. 

The look in his eyes conveyed how deep his emotions ran for you even though he didn’t state the three words that ran through his mind every time he looked at you.

Beel would do anything to protect you. Whether it be from a physical threat, an emotional one, or any other kind.

He would never let anyone mistreat you or let anything bad happen to you.

Your other hand reached up to gently cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

The intensity of his gaze made you weak in the knees as you felt butterflies running rampant in your stomach.

The contact between your hands and bodies was alluring, drawing you in closer and closer until your face was inches away from his.

You could feel his breath on you and his eyes dilated as he took a breath to prepare himself. 

He moved the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist behind your head and gently tangled his fingers in your hair before pulling you closer and connecting your lips to his.

You immediately responded to it, letting yourself melt into the kiss.

Beel savored every moment of it - from the way your lips tasted to the way that your body was pressed against his. It was all ethereal.

He was left breathless when you finally pulled away and you gave him a small smile.

“Thank you for being my guardian demon,” you teased and the joke brought a wonderful smile to his lips as he looked down for a brief moment to regain his composure.

He let you finish tending to the wound on his cheek, the sensation of your fingers brushing against his skin creating a feeling of electricity. 

It was at that moment that Beel decided he would no longer sit on the sidelines no matter who the offender was.

Beel would jump to your defense whenever he saw the slightest hint of someone taking advantage of you.

And with the others being afraid of crossing the line that Beel had drawn, that left more time for the two of you to spend together.

Which meant you had more time to recreate that perfect moment that the two of you shared in the infirmary…over and over again.

[briardoll]

The Obey Me! Characters react to an MC who talks to themselves!

Lucifer actually thinks it’s kind of cute, but worries you may be lonely, or quite possibly mentally ill. He may ask why you talk to yourself so much so please assure him that you’re fine!!

Mammon thinks you’re crazy, “who likes talkin’ to themselves??” Maybe it’s a weird human thing, or maybe you’re just a weird human. Either way he’s gonna bust in and ask why you’re so passionate in your hatred for modern art. (The kind of stuff where they paint a canvas entirely blue or tape a banana to a canvas and call it art. <- defo isn’t something I’M passionately hateful about (¬_¬))

Levi understands completely what it’s like to have to converse with yourself because you know nobody else understands/cares about what you’re saying. Comes in and tries his best to listen and understand your thoughts!

Satan stands outside and eavesdrops on what you’re saying, uses the information he earns to one-up his brothers by knowing what you like/dislike without ever having asked or being told directly. It creeps you out until you come out of your room unexpectedly and catch him spying.

Asmo will originally think that your live-streaming something and check all your socials, (why would you stream without telling him!? He wants to watch every second you know!) when there are no lives to be found, he comes in and asks to help film the deviltube video with you, realizing there’s no video to film either he decides to get in on the conversation and even agrees with what you’re saying! He never knew you had that much in common before!!

Beel thinks you must be hallucinating, it’s because you haven’t eaten enough of course!! He brings you your favorite meals, drinks, and snacks so that you can regain your mental stability. You tell him that you just talk to yourself to get your thoughts out somewhere and it confuses him, he’s a man of not too many words, and if it’s not about food he’s doesn’t usually pay enough attention to form an opinion. Eats snacks with you and listens to what you have to say.

Belphie thinks you talk way too much about things that aren’t important. Does laugh when he hears about the time a cicada flew in your mouth one summer as a child. “So you’ve never known how to keep your mouth shut, huh?” Whoops, gave himself away, now you know he’s there!!! (Definitely never happened to me and I’m definitely NOT speaking from experience! Actually… yes it did. I’m scared of cicadas TO. THIS. DAY.)

Diavolo thinks you talk to yourself because he doesn’t make enough time for you! He feels bad that you feel the need to talk to yourself because he’s made you so lonely! Please promise him that he did nothing wrong! He’ll still deploy a little D. To be your conversation partner when he’s busy with paperwork.

Barbatos only requests that you speak to yourself quietly, the young lord is working you know! At least now he knows your likes and dislikes better and can better cater to your needs. (him and Satan have similar mindsets in this regard)

Simeon wonders in you’re recording some kind of podcast. He’s never found it online, but it doesn’t bother him because he can listen from right outside your door. Is always excited to know what the next episode is about!

Luke comes in and asks you if you’re sick, when you tell him no, he asks if you’re lonely. You could’ve just asked him to talk! Baked some sweets and shares them with you while you talk about your common interests.

Solomon responds randomly to your rhetorical questions from outside the door. You tell him to go away and that you weren’t talking to him, just when you think he’s gone he answers you again and laughs, it’s now a fun game for him to play when he visits you.

Thirteen plays pranks on you while you do it, knocks on the door really hard and then hides so that when you open it nobody’s there! Will go to the electrical breaker in the house and switch the lights in your room on and off to hear you scream in terror.

Raphael thinks a curse might’ve been placed on you, asks if he needs to rain spears onto the person who did this to you, you tell him that no, you weren’t cursed, you’re just like this. He now thinks you are very odd and may possibly need some kind of mental help.

Mephisto will not tolerate your stupidity. If there is nobody in the room, you simply don’t speak, you aren’t filming a video, you aren’t talking on the phone, and you’re certainly not normal for acting like this! Cease it at once!

[charliehoennam]

gentle giant

Summary: The Solomons enjoy quality family time with their young baby daughter as per request by @j23r23

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of pregnancy and natural childbirth, oc!daughter, hints at smut

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG.

"She can't even play with that yet, Alf. She's too small" you told him when he brought home a large and lavish dollhouse, carried up to your daughter's nursery room by a couple of his men.

"Course she can't now. But, she will someday. Nothing but the best for my little Laura."

You chuckled and shook your head at his excitement, deciding to let him be happy because he genuinely was.

He has never been prouder of anything in his life.

It was needless to say that Alfie wasn't like most fathers of the time. Every day, you woke up feeling blessed and fortunate enough to be his wife.

Now, you are the mother of his child. Of his first born princess that he was already spoiling with all the finest little clothes and toys.

It's been a few months since you'd brought Laura into the world and Alfie's pride radiated as if he'd just learned he was going to be a father. Having expected the high of newfound fatherhood to fade away with late night nappy changes and early morning hungry cries, you were surprised to find that he was still so thrilled about being a father.

Not only was he proud of his little Laura, but he was still amazed beyond comprehension at your body.

During the pregnancy, he constantly marveled at the growing bump in your belly. Alfie was no fool; he understood perfectly well how a woman's body works, yet it was still the greatest miracle to him.

He never stopped calling you a Goddess for having the power to create life.

The birth of your daughter left him complete ecstasy.

Most men, especially in Jewish traditions, it was uncommon for the father to be present in the room for such a thing. But, then again, Alfie was no common man. He was always far from ordinary.

He insisted on being present to watch the miracle himself.

You'd talked about it before and assured him the midwives would take care of you. After all, he had hired the best staff to take care of you before, during and after the pregnancy.

He still continue to insist on being present - as long as you were comfortable with his presence - to watch his beloved daughter come into the world. He would've brought her out of you himself if only he knew how.

You wondered if it might have been instigated by the jealous thought of having a doctor between your legs.

You were more than grateful that he had insisted so strongly because you truly believe that, if it hadn't been for his motivating words and endearing support, you couldn't have done it by yourself.

Alfie had never cried so much in his entire life as he did when he first heard Laura's cries. You knew right away that Laura would have him wrapped around her wrinkly little finger.

And you were right.

It's late evening when Alfie comes home from an exhausting long day of work.

After hanging his hat and coat, he greets his favorite dog and heads off to search for you and his little Laura only to find you naked in the luxurious porcelain tub of your bathroom with your young 6-month-old daughter, sharing a warm bath.

"Well, ain't this a sight for sore eyes, eh?" he smirks from the doorway.

His heart warms as he sees your eyes light up.

"Baths always help her sleep better."

"Can't blame her," he nods unbuttoning his shirt. "Any room for me?"

"There's always room for you."

Of course there is. You hardly get much time to spend with your husband. The absence has him yearning for his family just the same.

He sinks into the opposite side of the tub with a tired groan, raising the water level to your swollen breasts.

"Give 'er here. Give 'er to poppa."

You carefully handed your daughter over to his hands.

Alfie holds her against his naked burly chest, kissing her head and cheeks as he informs her how much he's missed her in the softest tone.

"Daddy's missed you so much, princess. Yes, I have. Barely got see my little angel today. But that's alright, yeah? Poppa's here now, ain't he? You been good for your mother? Behaved yourself?" he questions as if she could respond, taking the small bowl to fill with water before gently pouring it over her back.

You watch leaning back against the porcelain, and admire the vulnerability of the big bad Alfie Solomons.

The word that spread around only spoke how cruel and cunning he was; of the horrors he was capable of and enjoyed inflicting upon those who betrayed him.

Yet, only you know how he could be the complete opposite. This version of him was for your eyes only and, for that, you felt blessed.

With his large hand cupped over Laura's little bare bum, he smiles as he relishes in the sounds of her giggles emitted every time he pours water over her back.

"Yeah, you like that, eh?" Alfie chuckles. "Want another go?"

She squeals happily as he repeats the action, excitedly pulling at his burly chest hair.

He yelps as he tries to unlatch her tiny fingers from his hairs.

"Got the grip of the Devil, don't she?"

"Tell that to my hair. Have to keep it up all the time so she doesn't turn me bald" you smile at him.

She giggles more enthusiastically as she pulls at them again.

"Ow! Laura, I am your father, young lady" he playfully chastises her.

"I think she takes after you."

"How so?"

"She enjoys hurting others."

"No, I enjoy hurting those who deserve it. I done nothing to deserve this" he chuckles at you.

"That's nothing compared to her biting my tits. If you think she's got hands of the Devil, try her teeth."

"They're starting to come in, innit?" he asks gently pulling her chin down to examine the two little white spots on her lower gums. "You never complained when I nibbled on them" he continues shooting a smirking glance at you.

"That was different" you chuckle back.

"I can be gentle" he replies with a wandering gaze at your chest.

"No. They're sore as fuck, Alf. They're off limits tonight."

"They're irresistible, they are. Fucking tripled in size, innit?" he chuckles. "Fucking 'ell, love. God is a cruel bloke, He is."

You laugh shaking your head. Alfie never fails to make you feel like a goddess, despite the worries you had about your changing body. It was exactly uncommon at the time for men to lose interest in their wives after pregnancy.

You'd seen many women go through it and you feared your fate would've been the same.

Thankfully, pregnancy had the opposite effect on Alfie. He was already eager to get started on the second child.

"All I'm saying is Laura will need a sibling when she's older."

Alfie's debating continued even after your shared bath. You're trying your cotton robe closed as he carries Laura into your bedroom where you had laid out her sleeping clothes beforehand.

"You say that all the time."

"Doesn't it make it less true. Besides, the fun part is trying."

Laying Laura down on the bed with a smirk, he stands upright and faces you.

The way he holds your waist has you melting under his touch. You take advantage of the moment to admire his details.

The wrinkles on his forehead, the disheveled light brown locks shining in the warm light of your room, the hairy tuffs that were peeking out from his robe.

You slide your palms up his strong arms until they rest on the back of his neck.

"Alright. I'll put her down for bed and we can have some fun time of our own" you smile sweetly at him.

His plush lips - hidden in his bushy brown beard - spread widely with mischief and excitement, infecting you with arousal as they made their way to press against your own.

You kiss him deliciously, letting his hand rest against your soft cheek. His tongue flicks against your bottom, already begging for entrance. You allow him it.

The kiss is more than enough to fuel the fire already sparked inside, in the depth of your cores. But you're both brought back to reality when Laura tiredly whines and rubs her sleepy eyes, kicking her chubby legs in the air out of frustration.

You part from Alfie's loving hold on you and bend down to scoop Laura up into your arms, assuring her everything is alright in gentle whispers.

Alfie watches how your loving nature is quick to soothe your fussy daugther in admiration. He loves watching you with her. His wife with his daughter in arms. His family.

All the words in every language would never be enough to describe the joy and pride you bring out in him.

Getting Laura to fall asleep is hardly a challenge. She was already tired from the long day and from staying up a bit past her bedtime.

Once you get her warmly dressed for the night, you sit in her nursery's rocking chair to give her one last feed.

She latches onto your nipple quickly, staring up at you with big doey eyes. The mixture of blue and gray remind you of Alfie. Her long lashes flutter as she slowly blinks, suckling for milk as she holds your index finger in her tiny hand.

You hum as you let her drink her fill, hoping to lull her sleep.

She can't resist the building sleep no matter how hard she tries. At this point, she's not even trying to drink anymore. Her eyelids grow heavier with every blink.

Gently tucking your breast back into your robe, you rest Laura's head against your shoulder as you gently pat her back to burp her.

She tries to fuss about having her favorite source of nutrition taken away, but her exhaustion dominates.

It doesn't her long to fall asleep.

Before setting Laura in her crib without stirring her too much, you kiss her head and thank the universe for blessing you such a precious little angel to care for and love.

Walking back to your room, you search Alfie but you find he's no longer there. So, you walk down the hall and the stairs in search of your husband, knowing exactly where to find him.

The office door is open as the light shines, providing the only light in the hallway. As you lean in the doorway, you smile and tap against the wooden door.

"She go down alright or put up a fuss?" Alfie smiles looking up at you from his paperwork.

"No fuss tonight. I think she was really tired." You walk into his office with a smile as you make your way towards him. "Now it's time for the grown-ups to have some fun."

Alfie smirks as his chair spins, watching you struct over to his side. His eyes scan over your frame, drinking in the sight of you as you untie your robe, letting the fabric part and shyly reveal your naked body.

"Unless you'd like to stay down here and work?"

He chuckles as he stands and kisses you tenderly, holding your face in his hands as if you're made of the most delicate and precious glass with his rough fingertips gently propping your chin up to make you face him.

"Love, the only work I've got to do is fucking you until you can't walk."

[ci3n]

can i request sort of airhead mc with mammon and luci !! tysm love uuu :))

lucifer + mammon with an oblivious mc

➺ i haven’t written in so long i hope this is okay and i did like an oblivious mc cause i think that’s what u meant idk 😭 hope this is what u wanted :)) (also not proofread btw)

obey me masterlist !

lucifer

you’re taking years off this demon’s immortal life

you seriously can’t tell he’s in love with you like he has made it so obvious.

he could just straight up tell you, but his pride won’t let him, of course, so he sticks with romantic gestures.

takes you out on fancy dinners, showers you with expensive gifts, compliments you all the time, gives you his coats to wear, let’s you in his room/office and touch his stuff, makes an effort to spend time with you, remembers every tiny little detail about you, doesn’t hang you upside down when you get in trouble

and you think he’s just being nice to you for diavolo and the exchange program

old man is so tired pls notice him

his brothers feel so bad for him, like it’s so painfully obvious to everyone but you (satan and belphie do get a kick out of it, but at some point they also feel kinda bad)

tries dropping subtle hints, asks you questions like, “have you thought of whom you want to spend the rest of your days with?”

“uhm, i’m obviously gonna spend it with you guys; i mean it’s not like i know anybody else here, lucifer.”

“no, i didn’t mean the rest of the program i- nevermind mc”

solomon watched the entire thing happen and was losing his shit at the back until lucifer yelled at him

probably gets angry one day and just ends up telling you

“listen, mc, i’m in love with you. i have feelings for you. romantic feelings, so please get that through your thick skull”

“okay, i love you too, but you don’t have to be so mean about it”

mammon

just like his brother, he also won’t tell you because this man’s ego is bigger than the sky

he tries his best to do cute things for you, but he’s so bad at it

he got you flowers one time, but they were some sort of wild devildom flowers and you almost died when you sniffed them, tried to get close to you while watching a movie by trying to put his arm around you but hit you in the face really hard and almost broke your nose.

by now, you probably think he’s trying to kill you

asmo tries to help his brother by telling you for him much to his dismay “mc, you know mammon really likes you.”

“thank you, mammon; i appreciate it.”

what do you have against him pls

after a lot of convincing from his brothers, he finally decides to put the ego aside and come clean about his feelings, and this sweet idiot is so very happy when you say you feel the same, like you have no idea how relieved this demon is.

[uhmimlost]

This is one of my favourite Solomon devilgrams..

Going shopping with him and witnessing him being his sneaky self in the wild

Him trying on hats and asking for opinions

Him pouting about MC walking towards the station to go back home

But the MC instinctively knowing exactly what he wants even without him saying it out loud and him being touched

Him making sure that MC knows that spending time with them is what is most important to him

Him making a beautiful gesture back to thank them for thinking of him first

And of course, a sweet ending to a sweet day :)

To him the idea that someone thought of him before themselves was so rare that it completely overwhelmed him. So much so, that he spent the entire trip back thinking about how he could show his gratitude.

I like to imagine he sees himself in abundance with the MC around, like the last line where he talks about the flower looking a little lonely by itself, he too was lonely before he found his MC.

[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Lucifer

You were out on a tour of the Devildom with Diavolo, Lucifer, Solomon, Luke, and Simeon. Diavolo wanted to promote the exchange program further, and let the Devildom see the faces of the wonderful angels and humans that had come to stay with them. They would be out with the group for about a week in order to tour the entire realm. It really wasn’t necessary for Lucifer to be there. In fact, it would have been better for him to stay behind to keep his brothers in check and run the school, but, he had insisted on coming along. His brothers joked it was to stay with Diavolo, but they were secretly mad that Lucifer got to go and they had to stay, jealous about the quality time he would get with you.

It was day four in the trip, which was about halfway through. The day was finally over, and the group was finally returning to the hotel. They hadn’t been the one to move their luggage into the rooms. The room arrangements were as following: Luke and Simeon, of course, Diavolo and Solomon, and finally you and Lucifer. Simeon didn't want to leave Luke alone, and Diavolo enjoyed sharing a room with someone. Lucifer was definitely torn between who to bunk with. It was clear he wanted to keep both you and Diavolo safe from the sketchy sorcerer, but Diavolo insisted he would be just fine with Solomon, and even saw it as a bonding experience. He was rich enough to avoid this altogether, but found the experience novel and once-in-a-lifetime. It was typical of Diavolo to look at the situation that way, which left you and Lucifer together. Dia and Solomon got along surprisingly well, much to Lucifer's dismay, and on the first night alone they painted each others nails and ordered three hundred grim worth of food.

Once reaching your room, you kicked off your shoes and sat at the small kitchen in the hotel room. Lucifer followed behind them, moving their shoes out of the way of the door. He shut the door behind himself, and took off his own shoes more carefully to set them beside theirs. He saw both sets of luggage propped up beside each other, one set black and one set pink. The cute bag tag that Mc had made him adorned his own, complete with his name and bedazzlement.

“Luci, my feet hurt.” You whined to him. He chuckled at your behavior.

“Go and take a warm shower, or bath if you see fit. That will help. We have a few hours before dinner.” You nodded, agreeing and promise to be quick. He opened his suitcase and began looking for a new outfit to wear the evening. You took your own suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom. He turned around to lay out the outfit on whichever bed he should call his, but to his surprise, there was only one. He stopped for a moment, holding the suit. Did Diavolo do this on purpose? Was this a mistake? He found himself thinking for a good moment. He knew he wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with his beloved Mc, but he didn’t want to make you do anything they didn’t want to. He decided to lay out his outfit on a nearby chair instead, leaving the bed untouched. He busied himself in the kitchen instead, poking around for anything that could be his saving grace. He was only able to find some dishes and dishwasher soap.

You finally emerged from the bathroom, with damp hair and wearing a robe, suitcase in tow. “Luci! The robes at this hotel are so nice. I should get one for home.” The way you were affectionately enamored with every small thing in the Devildom warmed his heart. He would have to buy one for you. In any other situation, he hated that damned nickname, but he could never bring himself to stop you from using it.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He decided to bring this up sooner than later. He was a grown demon and running from his problems would not help.

“Sure thing! What’s up?” You set your suitcase down, right back next to his.

It took him a moment to say what he wanted to. Having you in front of him made it much more difficult then he initially thought. "I believe there has been a mistake. We only have one bed." He studied your face for any negative changes. To his surprise, there wasn't one.

"I thought it was going to be much worse that that with the face you were making. I don't mind if you don't." You smiled at him. He found his face heating up and he glanced away. "No need to be shy! This way, one of us won't be super far from the TV. My favorite part about staying in hotels is watching TV in bed and now I get to do it with my favorite demon. Don’t tell Mammon I said that." You giggled.

Lucifer covered his face with his hand. He got up and turned his back to you. "I'm off to shower. See that you are ready to go in an hour." He blindly tried to walk into the bathroom and instead hit his head on the wall before walking through the doorway. You laughed at how flustered he was. Since he was busy, you decided to snuggle up on the side of the bed with the outlet closest so you could charge their D.D.D. They turned on the TV and watched the Devildom cooking show intently. If anyone asked, it was to "acclimate to Devildom culture" but really it was because they enjoyed watching cooking and yelling at the screen. Solomon called you at some point, so the two of you began amiably chatting about the hotel rooms.

Lucifer emerged from the shower pretty quickly and saw you under the sheets, watching TV and talking to Solomon. He picked up on context clues and quickly asked if he could talk to Diavolo. His mood was slightly soured when you rejected his request because you were having a great conversation about the TV show and because Diavolo would not help him get a different room. He decided to get changed while you talked with his least favorite human. Time passed quickly and before he knew it, dinner was over.

You could tell Lucifer had drank a little more than he usually would and was tipsy. He was much taller than you, yet you were the one dragging him in the right direction. You told him to go get changed, and he came back with his clothes folded. He was in a pair of simple black pajamas. You almost preferred him this way, actually. He didn’t try to hide how he felt or anything, but you still felt guilty about it.

He flopped down on the bed, sprawled out, leaving the bathroom open. The pajamas Mc had were long sleeves and long pants. During the day, the Devildom was scorching. However, at night, it was freezing. It rarely snowed or iced over, and most demons barely noticed it. But you for sure as hell did. You learned there was barely a day where you could wear something light, unless you knew one of the brothers would be in your bed since they made nice heaters. Belphie gifted you a heating pad, which quickly made him your favorite for that week, much to the dismay of his brothers. Once you changed, you entered the main room again. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you pushed at Lucifer’s side until he finally rolled over.

“Luci! You’re laying on the remote.” The TV was going wild. Flickers of your cooking show came and went as Lucifer cycled through the many channels at an extreme speed. He dug around underneath himself until he found it and passed it to you. As you began looking for your channel again, you felt a pair of crimson eyes on you.

“I don’t tell you you’re gorgeous enough.” His words caught you by surprise. “You’re gorgeous.” He would never usually say that. Everything always went unsaid or physically communicated. You stared at him for a moment. His face was half illuminated by the flickering TV screen and was nestled under the sheets, like a bird would. You followed suit soon as the room began to grow colder and colder, indicating nightfall. You began to shiver, pressing your hand against your face for warmth.

You felt hands over yours. They were very warm. You turned and caught Lucifer staring right into your eyes. "Next time, tell me if you're cold." He pulled you close, granting you the well needed warmth. He wrapped himself around you. Usually, he was never this cuddly, but you didn't complain. Without him, you might literally freeze to death. The past few hotels had compensated, and given you warmer sheets, and whatever else they could to make you comfortable. This one had not. Lucifer tucked your head under his chin. Your hands were still half frozen, so to keep them intact, he placed them on Lucifer's hips. With you in his arms, Lucifer passed out pretty quickly. You continued watching their show.

Half asleep, you tried to continue watching the TV, your eyes fluttering shut occasionally. You awoke with a startle every time. Your D.D.D. lit up after a while, to which it took you a moment to register. It was a text from Solomon, which read: "Hope you're having a good night. Thank Diavolo and I later ;)" You definitely had some opinions about this since if it didn't work out, you might have actually frozen to death. They would be getting an earful tomorrow.

You sighed, not upset nor happy. Of course Solomon did this. Oh well. It gave you the opportunity to see the other side of Lucifer and gave you something to tease him about. Plus, he was really cute cuddly and without it they might actually freeze. (Note to self: Lucifer is the best personal heater!)

The next morning, Lucifer seemed embarrassed with himself. Lucifer stirring had waken you up, so you got to see his initial reaction. He didn't say anything, and got up pretty quickly.

"You're very warm. I might need to borrow you during winters." You laughed as he hurried off to the bathroom without a word. You would never get tired of his charming antics.

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Lust

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

WARNING: 18+ smut, dark!sebastian,

NOTE: Anon request for "Seb + lust potion". Everyone is aged up! Tbh I don't know how I feel about how this turned out

Sebastian wasn't innocent at the beginning or end this quest. He had taken an interest in the dark arts since his 4th or 5th year at Hogwarts. He was driven by his parents ceaseless curiosity while they were alive and later in life by trying to cure Anne. After everything happened with his uncle and everyone involved chose to spare him the justice of the wizarding world, he toned it down.

That didn't mean he let go of it entirely. He continued to explore things that could be considered "dark arts" but things that could be used day-to-day or at least when it was convenient. Currently, he was in his home at Feldcroft, alone without Anne or Solomon to be his keepers.

He drank a bit too much Dragon Barrel brandy, especially for someone trying to accomplish what he was. He wanted to modify a draught of Amortentia in a way that made it more than some temporary infatuation, but a way that made someone painfully lustful. And the someone he wanted to give it to was you.

You were the only person who was really in his corner anymore, but he hadn't been able to think straight since he'd officially lost everyone else. He hadn't been able to settle with all of the guilt and fear that any day one of you would just turn him in. So, he had taken to drinking and being a degenerate no matter how much you tried to save him.

If you knew his secrets, maybe you would finally turn your back on him for good, but for now, you couldn't help that you loved him all these years.

Sebastian's problem was now that in the midst of his drinking and scheming, he took the Amortentia himself as opposed to having more of his brandy. He passed out shortly afterward, at least making it to his couch. Which is where you found him in the morning.

You had come as you did every morning to make sure he at least ate one meal without booze. You came over sleepy and with just a knitted shawl to cover your night dress. It wasn't as if Sebastian was ever aware enough to notice you anymore, not like the hungry glances you used to see from him. And it was always dark when you wandered over from your stay, getting ready for the rest of your day in Sebastian's home.

When you came in the first thing you noticed was that he hadn't even made it to bed last night. It made you let out a sad sigh. You weren't cleaning up the mess of potion bottles he left out for god knows what, he could deal with that on his own, but you at least planned to wake him up.

"Sebastian..." your voice was soft as you shook his shoulders, unable to be anything but tender with him despite everything.

He heard you and groaned. He expected his skull to be throbbing from last night, but he felt really confused when the blood rushed to a different head. His eyes shot open and he startled the both of you, making you stumble to a seat right next to his knees.

"Sebastian?! What the hell did you drink last night?" He figured that out about as soon as his eyelids felt heavy looking at you. He could see the outline of your breasts, your hips, your curves; he could see everything through your thin gown and felt like he was going to explode. Did you always come over here like this? Is he that stupid to not have taken you yet?

His thoughts wandered all over the place as you placed a hand on his chest in worry. "Sebastian? Are you in there? What's wrong?" You hadn't seen him look this sober in a year or two honestly.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, running a hand threw his hair before he propped himself up, face just inches from yours.

"I-yeah, I just had some really strange dreams. I don't know what happened last night."

You crossed your arms, ignoring the lure of his rough morning voice before scolding him, "Well, I'm not cleaning up whatever all this is. I'm not your maid."

His maid? Is that really how you felt? You stood up, shuffling over to his kitchen to get hot water started. His jaw nearly fell to the floor as he saw your entire silhouette through your gown; with the way, the sun was shining it was like you were delivered to him on a silver platter.

He couldn't think straight. He was thinking about how constricting his pants felt, how hot his skin was, how much he wanted to practically eat you alive.

He stood up to stretch before he followed after you like a puppy. He peeled his old shirt over his head without a care. He felt like he was going to melt with it sticking to him.

When you turned around to meet him you had to work hard to contain your expression. You were looking right into his chest with how tall he'd gotten. All you could see were fleshy arms and chest just absolutely covered in freckles.

"Wait," you looked up at him, unable to contain your surprise as he spoke, "I know you're not my maid. I know how much you take care of me here," he used his fingers to swipe some loose hairs from around your face, "let me be your maid today."

You couldn't contain your laughter at how goofy he sounded. It made him a little bit angry, he just wanted to say whatever would get you to let him ruin your soft skin and he couldn't even manage that right anymore.

"Sebastian, I don't know what's going on today, but just go do whatever you do."

You waved him off, attempting to turn back towards the kitchen when he grabbed your wrist tightly, "I can run your bath for you?"

He dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his lashes as he brought your hand to his cheek.

"Please. I know I've been a burden, I've been - I've been bad, but I want to help. I want to do better by you."

You eye him strangely, unsure of what is going on. You've seen his charades and empty promises before and this definitely sounded like that. If you didn't know better you would almost think he was trying to seduce you in some weird way, but that would be a first.

"Seb. I love you dearly, but I don't know what you're doing and you know I don't trust you."

He groaned, dropping your hand, leaning his head against your legs. He was completely unable to resist running his hands along the back of your calves.

"Okay, you know how I go to Penny's Pub."

"Yes, Sebastian, unfortunately I do."

He started speaking again, standing up slowly as he did and caressing your curves the whole way up, he decided to play the helpless card, "I'm embarrassed," he intentionally avoided your gaze, " some woman I never met bought me a drink and I didn't feel so good so I came back here."

He was really trying to playing it up as he ran his fingertips up and down the back of your neck, "But I, I think she slipped me a lust potion. It's some gross modification of Amortentia."

He avoided your gaze, the redness in his cheeks in ears made it seem like he wasn't lying through his teeth.

"O-okay and what am I supposed to do?" The rise and fall of your chest came quicker, "You got yourself into this mess, it's nothing to do with me."

You did your best to brush him off, not wanting to give in to whatever game this was. Even if it was true, it didn't mean you owed him anything. He wasn't the Sebastian you used to know.

You attempted once more to turn away from him, but his grip along your jaw tightened. "I need you," he spoke aggressively before his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You placed your hands on his chest in attempt to push him back, but he responded by pinning you to the counter, tilting his head so he could speak low into your ear, "I know you need this too," his hand drifted to your skirts, dipping beneath to trace the skin of your thigh, "you can fight me, but I know I'll find you dripping underneath of here. I need the tight little pussy I've never been strong enough to take."

You could feel him drifting closer to the wetness you were ashamed of, you squirmed, but it made no difference. You could feel how stiff he was against you, how his hot commanding breath felt on your neck. "I can't hold back anymore," he whimpered, almost sounding sorry and pathetic for what he was about to do. His fingers passed through your slick folds, smearing it around to press a lubricated thumb to your clit.

"Sebastian..." You gave yourself to how good it felt, hands turned to fists as you clenched onto his pecs.

"I've been so stupid. Could've had you drooling on my cock like this the whole time." You let out a sharp moan of disappointment as he took is hand away before hoisting you onto the counter top.

He looked at you sinfully, your flushed demeanor of want and fear, your rumpled clothes splayed out over your legs you didn't even know you were spreading. He couldn't contain himself as he growled low in his throat, taking the collar of your gown and tearing through the buttons. He yanked harder still until the skirt tore straight in half.

There you were, naked, swollen, soaking, torn between the "no" you know you should give him and the fact that you can't seem to open your mouth open.

"You're so fucking perfect," for a few moments he couldn't bring himself to do anything besides stare and drink you in, "I'm going to leave bruises here," he palmed the skin of your hip, over the curve of your belly, continuing upwards, "and here. Maybe bite marks, maybe I'll leave my seed here to stain you," he flicked his fingers across your nipple, massaging the warm flesh.

He took the step forward to be directly between your legs, pinning your wrists to the counter top. He looked right into your eyes, "I might tie these up to mark them up too. So everybody can see what you let me do."

He knelt in front of you, his blown pupils never looking away from yours as he grabs you by the thighs and pulls you into his mouth. His lips cover your mound, tongue tracing your folds before flicking across your clit.

Your mewls and moans drive him to keep going and work harder, sucking on the sensitive nub and digging his fingers into your thighs. He looked beautiful between your legs, a mess of auburn hair with freckled fingers holding you hostage to his assault.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, I -" Your legs clenched and he gripped you hard to keep you from closing them, he knows your close. He's nearly done in for himself with your taste and scent, he felt like you could be his last meal and he would die a happy man.

When he feels the final tension from your legs he completely releases you, standing up and holding you by the hips. You nearly have tears in your eyes from how close you were when he denied you of it. You could see his damp mouth and chin just inches from your face.

You flinch when he swipes a finger through your folds before bringing it up to your lips. You feel embarrassed to smell and see your arousal. He uses his clean hand to drag your chin down and force your mouth open, "Taste how dirty you are, Y/N. You've been so needy for me this whole time."

You can feel the tears of frustration about to come out as you let him pop his finger into your mouth, forcing you to clean it all off.

"I bet it hurts to be so pent up, so close, but not able to get what you want," a wet slap echoes through the room as you bite your lip to hold back your pleas, "that's how you've made me feel this whole time. Trouncing around in a harlot's clothes, waiting for someone to stop being a gentleman," he chuckled darkly, "but I bet you didn't expect it would be me who would torture you."

You can't find any words as you see the look of nothing but lust on his face, he has no compassion for you right now, he's thinking only of doing all the things he's wanted for so long.

You find yourself slightly surprised as he lifts you up to carry you into his bedroom where he tosses your bare form onto the bed. You feel like prey with how he looks down at your form.

Yet you can't find it in you to look away as he pulls his belt from his trousers first, then unfastens the button to allow the to hit the floor, taking his undergarments with them.

He's bigger than you anticipated. His cock is swollen looking as if it's about to burst at any moment as he crawls between your legs to pin you down. You yelp as he pulls you by you hips to meet his cock, grinding against you while he covers your lips with his.

The kisses are sloppy as his tongue traces patterns on your lips before you let him in, he pulls at your lips with his teeth leaving bitten flesh before you finally let him inside. They're suffocating and intoxicating all at the same time, every sensation feels like it's magnified at this point.

You wrap your arms helplessly around him, feeling his pulse through his biceps and the tensed muscles along his back. He moves down to your breasts leaving a trail of bites while you rut against each other for relief.

He pulls back to take in the full site of you before positioning himself at your entrance. He wants to see you fall apart when you have the full force of him inside of you. Without any time to react he thrusts himself into you, the room filling with the sounds of moans and wet skin.

All he cared about was how you practically swallowed his cock. You were wet and needy and he felt like he could have cum on the spot, but he wanted to hold back. He wanted to make you sore, to show everyone what he had done to you.

He fucked you relentlessly with one hand braced on your hip and another he moved down to play with you once more. He needed you to like it whether you wanted to or not. He needed to know he made you finish with the full force of his cock and his fingers.

You could see how flushed he was in the face and chest, clearly holding back. You couldn't deny how attractive he was as he pounded in and out of you. As you noticed all the freckles on his body in place you had never imagined they'd be; the way his hands looked pressing into your skin almost painfully.

The way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, intent on leaving you destroyed as he fucked you and fought to give you the orgasm he so abruptly took from you earlier.

You felt it building in your stomach and pulled Sebastian down on top of you, feeling greedy to want to feel his weight all over you when you came crashing down. You felt it through your stomach like electricity as you squeezed your legs around him crying out nonsense from the pleasure.

When he realized you were there he picked up his pace, allowing himself the permission to release right inside of you. He grunted and you could feel him so deep inside that you thought you were going to fall apart. He had wanted to shoot his ropes of cum all over you and see you as his crumpled-up little mess, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

He collapsed against you and you both breathed heavily together. He didn't know if the potion made these things any more intense, but he felt like he could see stars from how hard he had just finished. He clutched at you a little more gently than before, nuzzling into your neck.

"Y/N..." your name fell off of his lips in a deep sigh. The smallest bit of guilt settled in with him now that he was 100% not under the influence of anything else.

You let yourself play with his hair softly as he spoke up, "I need to tell you something."

[temis-de-leon]

Day 17 - Jealous kiss

Characters: Solomon x gn!MC

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CW: none, just fluff. Developing relationship.

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Getting used to only seeing the moon, especially an unfamiliar one, was something that took more of MC’s time than they would like to admit. The darkness, loosing track of time and the drop in temperature were one thing, but it was the lack of vitamin D what proved to be a significant problem. Their body weakened and their mood plummeted to the point where even Lucifer panicked.

Fortunately for all of them, the solution was as simple as adding certain foods to their diet, mainly fish, and of course the brothers bought enough to feed an entire army. In the end, however, MC grew sick of it and resorted to consuming vitamin D supplement pills.

Then they had the dilemma of finishing the whole stack of seafood that filled the entire kitchen, including the fridge, the freezer and the cabinets. Not even Beel could force himself to gulp it down and soon Satan had the genius idea of feeding it to the stray cats.

They would get rid of the awful smell that roamed the house and other cats would visit in hopes of getting more gourmet treats, because where else would they find salmon or trout? At first, obviously, Lucifer refused in fear of any animal creeping inside the house while no one was looking, but once Asmo begged for the damn dead fish to get out, no one dared to complain.

So that’s where they were, the Avatar of Wrath almost crying in happiness while cats climbed all over his body, his younger brother beside him taking selfies with the cutest kittens and MC in a more secluded space giving all of their attention to a particular cat. It had greyish blue eyes and striking long white fur, stained with dirt, but beautiful nonetheless.

A certain sorcerer with similar features stared at them while they cooed at the cat, kissing its nose, scratching its ears and massaging its little paws.

“If I didn’t know you any better”, MC said with uncharacteristic pompousness “I’d think you were jealous”

“Me? Jealous?”

Solomon’s expression was mischievous, but a glint in his eyes betrayed him. He was definitely jealous.

“You must be imagining things, my dear MC”

The term of endearment made their heart flutter, still vulnerable to his teasing even after weeks of endless flirting. Those who weren’t close to them already thought they were dating and after the kiss they’d shared a few days ago during RAD’s latest festival, they might as well be.

It had been a nervous gesture, too short for both of their likings, but MC hadn’t stopped thinking about it. The taste of soda on both of their lips, his hands on their waist, gently keeping them close.

The memory made them feel like a love-struck schoolgirl.

“From the way I see it, you’re simply being too selfish with your affections”

They turned to the side to look at him with an incredulous smile, hugging the cat close to their chest and rubbing its belly. Solomon’s eyebrow twitched at the sight.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Isn’t it clear?”

“Enlighten me”

Solomon opened his mouth to speak, but his words got stuck in his throat when MC shimmied their way to his body, resting impossibly close to him and letting the cat smell his RAD uniform. He smiled with genuine care and scratched its chin, once again unknowingly increasing MC’s heartbeat.

“Look at him, how handsome he is” murmured MC, their head oriented towards the cat, but their eyes directly looking at the blushing sorcerer “His white hair, his grey eyes… I could kiss him over and over and over again…”

And so they did, hoisting it until their heads were at the same height and enthusiastically pressing loud kisses on the fur. It smelled bad, but they did it anyways.

“Are you being mean on purpose?”

MC laughed at his childish complaint, trying not to make too much fun of his pout and his crossed arms. He only looked at them again when they finally let the cat go and threw themselves at him, making Solomon gasp in surprise.

“You’re funny”

The whisper clashed against his lips and became inaudible to everyone but them.

This kiss was even shorter than the one they shared at the festival, but it eased Solomon’s frown and it made his small smile reappear. He hugged their waist before they could get too far and deepened the kiss, not letting them go until a delighted screech reached their ears.

By the time they turned around, Asmodeus had already taken a picture.

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[amaya-writes]

for ringtober i think it would be so funny to see the obey me brothers reacting to reader losing her ring lol i just know some of them *cough* Mammon and Asmo *cough* would be sooo dramatic

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Notes: I actually thought this was such a fun idea and had too many thoughts abt it so had to do hcs lol

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon. Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

Highkey mad.

He cannot believe his fiance could be so irresponsible, and will state as much. His reaction and words will probably hurt, and he doesn't realise that until later.

Lucifer is out doing yet another task with Diavolo when the demon prince casually mentions how he saw you looking all over the place for your ring and you seemed quite sad.

You somehow convince Mammon to help you out since he's literally the best at finding shining things (and keeping them to himself, but he's too scared of Lucifer to steal your ring), and Solomon since he seems to have a solution for everything.

At the end of the day when it's dinner time and you're still not back at RAD trying to find your ring, Lucifer can't help but go find you.

He embraces you and says he was wrong to chastise you so harshly, your determination to find the ring showcases you weren't being irresponsible but it was just a small accident.

Lucifer isn't a very openly affectionate demon which is why he was hurt that you lost a symbol of his rare affection.

When the two of you return to HOL you're happy to discover Solomon waiting at the gate for you.

Apparently, Cerberus had been sitting on your ring the entire time. It must have slipped off when you were petting him and fell onto his dog bed.

Lucifer finds the entire ordeal sort of amusing, and you can't help but giggle too as you promise to pocket your ring before you pet Cerberus, or any other animal for that matter.

Lucifer secretly makes a duplicate of both of your rings the next day, he can't believe he didn't think of doing that before. He also thinks it would be cute to pass down the duplicates to your children.

Mammon

Is actually a little offended.

That was the first piece of jewellery Mammon acquired without stealing it. He even worked extra hard for his modelling agency to save up white money for you.

He never wanted anyone to ever be able to tell you your engagement (and wedding) ring was bought unfaithfully.

So, after putting in so much effort Mammon couldn't help but feel at least a little offended you just lost the ring.

To make matters worse you lost it because Asmo took you to get manicures and the lady over there misplaced it.

"For all we know it could be stolen by now!"

Mammon lets out a big annoyed huff and decides to give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

This doesn't last long and he ends up going to your room to find you, he feels sad seeing you look so dejected and decides to sort of apologise.

"Look what's done is done no point gettin' all sad bout it."

He feels worse because you seem genuinely sorry and apologise a lot.

Things end well because Asmo shows up at your room a little later with the ring in his hand. He says the receptionist found it with your wallet, which you also happened to forget there.

Leviathan

You did what?! That's it you don't love him. This whole thing was a lie, you clearly don't care about Levi or his love for you, you-

He will literally break off into the longest ramble ever and you're too scared to cut him off and make matters worse.

Levi locks himself up in his room and refuses to come out or talk to anyone. It gets so serious all the brothers are involved and you're all figuring out different ways to find your ring.

Lucifer eventually casts a spell and figures out your ring is in...Levi's room?

You storm to his door and tell him if he doesn't open it right now you won't have to find the ring because there won't be a wedding (a blatant lie, of course).

He opens it, you talk, and that's when Levi remembers he actually took your ring from you last night because he wanted to click pictures.

The ring was a custom design made to subtly match the design of the first game you played together, so obviously when Levi got a new installment of the game featuring the tiara your design was inspired by he just had to get a picture of the two together.

You were asleep on your gaming chair and he didn't want to wake you up so he just slipped it off your hand, but then forgot to give it back and just kept it in his drawer beside the game.

Mammon and Asmo couldn't help but laugh at how stupid this entire ordeal was, the rest of the brothers follow suit and then leave the two of you alone.

Now Levi's sheepish and the one apologising except he's just going on another ramble of how you probably hate him and won't talk to him but he deserves it.

Literally won't shut up until you cuddle him and tell him it's alright.

Satan

Locates it with a spell.

But first, Satan finds it so amusing how worried you are that he just has to play along and pretend to be annoyed.

If anything this whole ordeal was his fault because he was the who dragged you out to pet the street cats. In fact Satan almost lost his own ring when one of them was playing with his hand.

He has a small amused smile on his lips as you profusely apologise and insist on dragging him back to the park at midnight to try and find the ring.

Satan lets you ramble all the way there but when you two reach he realises you're getting a little too sad for his liking, so, he tells you to calm down and whips out a handy book of spells he had on him.

Ends up finding it in less than a minute, and that was a good thing too since the kitten playing with it looked like she was going to swallow the ring.

He triumphantly rescues your ring from the kitty, coos and pats her for a bit, and then return to your side with a boyish smile that almost quells your annoyance.

"You could have done this the entire time?!"

Satan lets out a genuine laugh so rare at your question you couldn't help but let your anger slip away as you laughed with him too.

He decides it's a good idea to recreate the moment he proposed to you and kneels down on one knee, slipping the ring on your finger and pulling you in for a kiss.

The moment ends up being a surprisingly romantic one you fondly retell to Asmo, who ends up gossiping about it to anyone with ears willing to listen to his squeels.

Asmodeus

Will never let you forget this.

When I tell you this man screeches.

Has the most girly squeeky yelling voice ever, in fact you actually can't even feel offended because you're too busy trying not to burst out laughing.

He's not even that mad about the ring he's more annoyed that you left him the entire day and were at Diavolo's hanging out with Barbatos and Luke.

"First you forget me then you lose the symbol of my love for you- next you'll be finding a new devilishly handsome demon to marry!"

Gets pouty. VERY pouty. Expects you to not leave his side at all until you find the ring, which is almost impossible since how could you find it if you don't leave his side?

"Well, then you'll just have to spend eternity stuck to me. I can't have you parading around without a symbol of affection, after all."

Thankfully for you Barbatos comes to the rescue, even if it's many hours later.

By the time Barbs shows up at HOL you've already spent an entire day apologising to Asmo and being by his side every second. He almost didn't let you go to the bathroom alone, claiming its nothing he hasn't seen before.

You had spent so many hours sitting on his lap idly combing your fingers through his hair or drawing random shapes on his chest you were certain you would go crazy.

Asmo didn't even let you check your DDD, which was too bad considering Barbatos messaged you about the ring almost as soon as you reached HOL.

When Barbatos drops by HOL during dinner you can't help but hug him excitedly as you thank him for finding the ring. He casually claims it was never lost in the first place, Barbatos simply set it aside after you removed it so you wouldn't get it dirty while baking.

Asmo seems almost sad to see the ring again since he doesn't have an excuse to keep you by his side anymore, but he gets over his poutyness after you suggest having a sleepover.

Safe to say you did a lot more than sleeping that night.

Beelzebub

Is probably the most calm of them all.

He asks you if you accidentally ate the ring, because he's constantly scared he might end up eating his ring.

You're kind of confused and ask him why he isn't offended or something and Beel just says he knows you would never lose it on purpose.

In fact he helps you try to find the ring so the two of you spend the entire day retracing your footsteps and having a lot of snacks.

By the time you make it back to Beel and Belphie's bedroom, which was the first place you went to help Beel wake up Belphie, you've almost forgotten about the ring.

The day just felt like a fun date with Beel and you found yourself feel grateful for having such an understanding and sweet husband-to-be.

You only remember the ring again when Belphie perks up as the two of you enter the room, suddenly reaching for a shiny object on his bedside table.

"Oh there you are, your ring slipped off this morning, I tried giving it to you earlier but I couldn't find you or Beel."

The three of you end up laughing about the situation, Beel gives Belphie some sushi he bought for him (because you cannot convince me Beel isn't that type of sibling who always gets you food when they go out) and you all just end up having a calm night in.

Maybe a movie night with loads of popcorn.

Belphegor

Looks at you with the most 'are you fucking kidding me' expression ever.

You not only chose to wake up the avatar of sloth in the middle of the day you also did it without giving him any of your usual kisses or hugs and paired that with very VERY bad news.

At this point you might as well run for your life.

The way you shake him awake almost startles Belphie but your nervous mannerisms as you just sit beside him quietly makes him wide awake.

He's now staring at you expectantly and you have no choice but to admit your mistake, which leads to a very annoyed Belphie.

"I expected better from my fiance."

Almost as mean as Lucifer if not more. Depends on how sensitive you are to such things.

Unlike Lucifer he doesn't chastise you too much, instead gives you that 'I'm disappointed in you' silence that makes you want to scream in frustration.

You knew you shouldn't have told him, but you were somewhat hoping Belphie somehow had your ring.

You end up apologising and then scramble out of his bed ready to race out of the attic and restart your ring hunt, but are tugged back by a familiar arm loosely wrapping around your waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" "To find the ring, of course." Belphie scoffs, but lets go of you to instead stand up beside you, this obviously confuses you, making him almost regret leaving his peaceful slumber for you.

"You look like you're going to burst into tears any minute. The chances of you seeing, much less finding, anything are little to none."

He sounds pretty guilty as he says it, making you smile softly as Belphie takes your hand and leads you out the room.

He almost immediately goes to Satan and just asks him to do a spell to find the ring. This not only surprises but also annoys you since you could have done that first and Belphie wouldn't even know the ring was gone.

Ends up being in the attic bathroom, you spent last night with Belphie so when you took your morning shower in his bathroom. You must have forgotten to wear your ring after you were done.

You thank Satan profusely then head back up with Belphie.

He beats you to the bathroom and slips the ring back on your finger, raising your hand to drop a tired peck on your knuckles.

"Don't lose it again." His voice is soft and he pulls you in for a quick hug with his chin resting on your head.

It's clear Belphie feels bad for snapping at you, so you two end up dozing off for the rest of the day.

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Widowed MC

Requested By: @snailfiend

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Summary: The characters reactions to finding out you're a widow and how it would change your relationship. The Demon Brothers and Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon

Lucifer had known that you were previously married because of the file he received about you from Lord Diavolo. It was his job to study each of the candidates for the exchange program so he made sure to do his research thoroughly.

However, the file had only read previously married. It didn’t say anything about what had happened to cause the split between you and your spouse. Lucifer assumed it was a divorce.

Lucifer thought the fact that you had been married before was an attractive quality. It showed that you were a mature person and that you knew what it meant to be in a relationship and he respected you for that.

He didn’t find out directly from you that you had lost your spouse. 

He had been in a meeting with Lord Diavolo talking about the same mundane things they always talked about when Diavolo asked Lucifer how you were doing here in the Devildom.

Lucifer told him that he believed you were adjusting well and fitting right in and the news made Diavolo noticeably more relaxed.

Diavolo thought it was wonderful news and talked to Lucifer more about you. During that time, he had mentioned that you were a widow.

The news definitely had Lucifer a bit shaken. You were always so happy around them - he never would have expected that something so sad had happened in your life.

His respect for you increased tenfold at the information. Only the strongest people can go through something like losing their spouse and not crumble into pieces.

He would make sure to take things slow with you. He would never push you or pressure you into a relationship.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since you lost them but he wanted to make sure that you had the proper time to grieve.

Even if you had told him that you were ready to be in a relationship again, he’d continuously ask you if you were comfortable with something or if you needed more time.

He’ll let you be the judge of which course the relationship takes because he doesn’t want to mess things up.

Mammon genuinely cared about you, but sometimes his greed got the better of him and he would find himself taking small things from your room to sell for a profit. Things you wouldn’t notice.

He tried not to do it, but if he had no other options, then he would sometimes have to turn to his favorite human for help. Of course, you didn’t know that you were helping him.

Mammon was in a particularly large amount of debt with a witch in the human world and Mammon was desperate to get away from her clutches.

So, he went to your room while you were away and rummaged through some of your things hoping to find anything of value.

That’s when he saw a ring sitting on your dresser. He thanked his lucky stars that he had seen it and quickly took it to sell it without asking any questions.

When you returned to your room and noticed the ring gone, you flipped. You turned your room upside down looking for it, not understanding where it would have gone.

Mammon had entered your room in the middle of your fit and had asked what you were doing. When you explained that your wedding ring was missing, he felt confused. You were married?

That confusion turned into guilt as you began describing the ring and that guilt only grew when you explained that you were married but had tragically lost your spouse and that ring was the only thing you had to remind you of them.

Mammon immediately rushed out of your room to get the ring back. He never would have sold it if he knew the story behind it.

It took the entire day, but he finally managed to bargain for it back. He immediately took it back to you and sheepishly told you what happened before apologizing profusely and promising to never take your stuff without asking again.

Mammon will make sure you don’t even feel like he’s pressuring you into anything with him.

And he also makes sure to take on less risky schemes. He knows that he isn’t on the same level as your spouse. At least not yet. Maybe one day. And if that day ever happened he would never want you to go through the same pain twice and lose someone you loved again.

Levi had found out that you were a widow in the middle of the two of you watching an anime. 

It was one of his favorite anime and he was dying to show you because he thought the pain that the main character had to go through to get to the point where they ended the show was such a beautiful journey and he wanted you to experience the story with him.

But one of those things that the main character had to go through was the loss of their spouse and the scene reminded you a bit too much of your own pain.

When Levi first saw how sad you looked, he thought it was just because you liked the characters.

But when he saw a tear fall from your eyes, he was panicking. It was a sad scene, sure, but not that sad. Even he wasn’t crying and he was a mega fan of the anime.

He paused the anime as quickly as he could and immediately asked you what was wrong. Had he done something that made you upset?

When you explained that you were a widow and that the scene was just a bit too real for you, Levi was surprised. He would have never guessed that you were a widow.

The strength that you had to not only be able to make it through each day but to wear a smile after losing someone like that reminded Levi of the main character.

You managed to impress him every day. Levi didn’t tell you this, but it only made him admire you that much more. You were amazing. 

Levi doesn’t know how to react to it. He was bad in social situations and even worse when there was the potential to mess something up by saying the wrong thing or acting the wrong way.

But, you reassured him that you didn’t want to be treated differently and that your spouse would always be a part of you but you had come to terms with what had happened. 

Levi would always be there for you if you wanted to talk, but he wouldn’t force you to and he doesn’t treat you any differently like you asked. 

He did make sure to respect your spouse’s memory and he supported you in your decisions. He wanted to help you heal and he wanted to help you be happy again.

Satan was a very observant person and he liked to pick up on small details. He would notice you staring off into space sometimes, lost in your thoughts, but he wouldn’t push you to talk about them. 

He noticed how you would sometimes get upset when someone would talk about holidays and couldn’t help but wonder why that was.

He tried to figure it out on his own, but there were a number of things it could be and he hadn’t quite settled on a conclusion.

That was until he paid you a visit in your room one day and saw that there was a ring lying on the dresser. It was a wedding ring, he was sure of it. It was too intricate to be anything else.

But, whose wedding ring was it? He had picked it up to inspect the ring when you came out of the bathroom and saw him looking at it. Satan had seen the sadness in your eyes at the scene and put two and two together.

He handed you back the ring and didn’t pressure you to talk about your previous relationship. If you wanted to talk though, he was all ears. He wanted to know everything about you including what had happened with your spouse.

When you did open up to him, he asked engaging questions, but if you felt uncomfortable answering them, he wouldn’t push you. He wasn’t asking them to pry but rather to learn more about you.

Satan wants to make you as happy as you once were in your first marriage, but he wouldn’t dream of ever trying to make you forget about your spouse.

The two of you had a special love and Satan wanted to have an equally special love with you. But a different love. He didn’t want to replace your spouse, he wanted to be someone you could love just as much.

Asmo had found out about your past relationship when the two of you were going through some of your old photo albums you had brought down to the Devildom.

Asmo loved looking at pictures almost as much as he loved taking them so when you told him you had albums of your past, he was all over them.

He wanted to see every picture you had taken and he enthusiastically looked through them. He noticed someone close to you in one picture and then noticed that same person showing up more and more frequently throughout the photos until his eyes landed on one of you and your spouse on your wedding day.

“Y/N - you’re married?!” Asmo asked, immediately turning his attention to you. He knew that you were marriage material, but he didn’t know that you were actually married.

When you explained that you were married but had lost your spouse, Asmo immediately pulled you into a hug. 

He wasn’t trying to pity you in any way. He just couldn’t imagine losing anyone that was that special to him. He couldn’t imagine losing you.

He wanted to ask if it was something that recently happened or something that happened a while ago because he wanted to properly gauge how to act around you. He wanted to take everything at your pace.

If it was something that happened recently, Asmo would try and do what he could to help you heal. If it was something you needed to do alone, he would respect your choice.

It was a small struggle for Asmo, but he really tried to tone down the provocative flirting with you. He was so used to pushing himself on people and was all about the quickest way to get someone in bed. But, he wants you to know that he genuinely cares about you.

So, he’ll focus on more romantic compliments like telling you that your eyes are beautiful or that you have a perfect smile. 

He knows that your next relationship after losing your spouse would be a process that you would have to try to figure out and he wanted to be there every step of the way.

You and Beel had been spending some time together one day when Beel suddenly got very upset and nostalgic about something that had reminded him of his little sister.

You could see how sad Beel was and how much he missed Lilith, and you let him open up to you, talking about whatever he wanted to talk about.

He apologized for ruining your time together by bringing up such a sad topic and in an attempt to comfort Beel, you accidentally let the fact slip.

You had told him not to apologize for missing Lilith or for remembering her because you have those moments with your spouse as well.

Beel wasn’t sure if he was more surprised that he found out that you were married or that he had found out that you lost your spouse. Either way, he wanted to comfort you the same way that you always comforted him when it came to Lilith.

Beel is one of the best partners to have as a widow because he knew what it was like to lose someone incredibly important to you. It didn’t matter if it was your sister or your spouse - losing someone you love more than anything is always heartbreaking.

Beel knows just as well as you do that their memory could never be forgotten and they could never be replaced in your heart. But, you had such a big heart, and he hoped that there was still room in there for you to consider someone else special.

Beel will encourage you to tell him when something reminds you of your spouse. They sounded like a great person and Beel never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t freely remember them or miss them. They were an important part of your life.

He’ll listen attentively when you do speak about your time with your spouse but he won’t try and bring them up unless you were comfortable with it. 

His love for you wasn’t a competition to their love for you. He was sure he loved you as much as your spouse did, but his love was separate from theirs and he wouldn’t want you to blend them together.

Belphie tends to make small jokes and witty comments about death every so often. Death was a joke to demons so he didn’t really grasp the gravity of what it could mean to humans.

You usually tried not to think about death too much, both from your experience with your spouse and your own experiences in the Devildom, so you weren’t the biggest fan of Belphie’s jokes.

The first time he made a comment in front of you, he noticed how uncomfortable you got and it made him wince. His attack on you had still been somewhat fresh and he was sure that’s why you were so uncomfortable with what he said.

The two of you ended up having a long conversation about what had happened that night and about how Belphie had changed and how he would never hurt you again. You were inclined to believe him, but that didn’t change your opinion about death.

After that talk, Belphie thought things were okay between the two of you, so again, he didn’t hesitate to make another joke when the opportunity arose.

Belphie once again noticed your discomfort and pulled you aside to ask you about it. Were you only trying to be nice when you told him things were okay between the two of you? Because you could be honest with Belphie.

You explained that you were being honest with Belphie when it came to your relationship with him, but you were still uncomfortable with joking about death because you were a widow.

The news completely knocked Belphie down a peg. He gave you a genuine apology before promising not to make those jokes in front of you again. He would have never been disrespectful in front of you if he knew.

Belphie hopes that you’re still comfortable with taking naps with him, but he won’t push you if you aren’t.

Like Beel, he knows what it’s like to lose someone and he wants to make sure you're one hundred percent ready before trying anything.

Diavolo knew that you were a widow before you even came down to the Devildom. It was Barbatos’ job to find candidates for the exchange program that Lucifer would choose from.

When Lucifer had chosen you as the candidate, Diavolo asked Barbatos everything about you. Barbatos was the one who told him that you were a widow and the news made Diavolo’s perspective of you already lean towards the positive side.

Diavolo had thought about marriage once when he was younger. It was tradition for the royal family to be betrothed at a young age and then when they matured and became King, their spouses would rule alongside them.

Diavolo was supposed to make a decision on who his spouse would be, but he believed he was too young to make that decision. He wanted to marry at the right time and for the right reasons.

So he begged and pleaded with his father to not force him into a marriage and he became the first of his very long line to break that tradition. 

After getting to know you more, the idea of marriage once again popped into his head. He thought you would make a wonderful spouse and he could imagine you ruling the Devildom alongside him.

But he kept the fact that you were a widow at the forefront of his mind. He took things slow and allowed you to really get to know him before trying to make a move. 

He wanted to make sure you were ready for a new relationship before even thinking about entering into one with you. 

He’ll be completely respectful of your previous relationship and he would never ask you to forget about your spouse.

But, he does want to make you happy. He wants to shower you in love and adoration, so as soon as you are ready, please allow him to.

He promises to treat you just as good as your first spouse because you deserve the world.

As previously stated, Barbatos was the one who searched the human world for candidates for the exchange program. He had stumbled across you and was taken away by you. You were effortlessly beautiful and kind with a smile that could warm anyone’s heart.

With the gentle and innocent look you were giving off, Barbatos was sure nothing bad had ever happened in your life. So when he found out you were a widow, he was shocked. 

Your resilience was incredible for a human and Barbatos knew that you were something special. Something the Devildom needed.

If it was his decision, he would have immediately chosen you, but it was his job to remain impartial, so he simply added your name to the list.

When he found out that Lucifer had chosen you out of all the names, Barbatos was grateful that he would get the opportunity to know you better.

The more he got to know you, though, the harder it was for him to know the fact that you were a widow. He was easily falling for your charms just like everyone else, but he was afraid to say anything because he didn’t want to push you into a relationship if you weren’t ready.

He knew that you found out about his powers and he hoped that you wouldn’t ask him to use them to bring back your spouse or return to you a time before they passed away. Theoretically, he could do it, and if you had asked him to he probably would. 

He wouldn’t be able to say no to something that would make you so happy. But he didn’t know what consequences would come from it in the future and he wasn’t sure he was ready to lose you without getting the chance to really get to know you.

If the two of you get to a relationship point, he’ll ask you about your expectations of him, and much like he does in his work, he’ll strive to exceed every single one of them.

As an angel, Simeon never got to experience the love that humans shared. He had read about it and seen it from afar, but he never understood what it felt like or how deeply it ran.

He knew the concept of death well, but like demons, it didn’t hold the same significance. A human’s entire lifespan felt like the blink of an eye to Simeon. He had seen so many humans pass away through the ages that it didn’t affect him much. 

After he met you, his idealism changed. He could see how much love you had in your heart and how selfless your love was and it encouraged him to learn more about the love between humans.

He learned about marriage and the vows you said to one another and he thought it was beautiful - to promise to love and cherish someone forever. You would have to really love someone with your whole being to promise something like that.

His idea of death also changed. He didn’t want a little less than a century with you, he wanted eons. You had become someone so important to him and he couldn’t imagine losing you.

When you told Simeon that you were a widow, he was glad that he did some research on the topic so he could properly understand the severity of the conversation.

Human lifespans were already so short so to lose someone like your spouse so early must have been devastating. 

Simeon had always been a comforting presence and that only strengthened when it came to you talking about your past. He was so receptive and caring and he let you talk about it as much as you were comfortable talking about.

He let you come to him instead of trying to pursue you because he cared enough about you to not want you in any capacity that was the slightest bit forced or pressured.

He does hope that one day you’ll accept his love and allow him to promise to love and cherish you for the rest of his days as well.

Solomon was the only one who could truly understand the seriousness of what it meant to be a widow. The pain of the situation and the pieces of you that are lost along with them.

Solomon had lost so many people in his long life. That was one of the curses of immortality. He knew what it felt like to lose someone you loved and it didn’t matter how many times it happened, it always hurt.

And as a human, you didn’t have centuries to get over someone’s death like the demon brothers had to get over Lilith’s. 

You have to grieve and move on or at least come to peace with what had happened considerably quickly compared to the other beings, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the rest of your time alive.

You had told Solomon about losing your spouse because you knew that he would be able to provide you with comfort. The kind of comfort only another human could give you.

And Solomon knew that even if you had come to peace with what happened you would always miss them and love them.

It was safe to say Solomon had fallen for you and he wanted to pursue a relationship with you, but he never wanted to replace them. 

He knew that they would be a part of any relationship between you and Solomon. That’s what happens when you lose someone before you’ve had enough time with them.

He was completely supportive of you talking to him about your spouse and sharing any memories you had with them. 

He remained your friend until you felt comfortable enough to transition into the next step in your relationship. When you did, Solomon made sure to make just as many memories with you while also respecting the ones you had. 

He never wanted to try and replace your spouse but he wanted you to experience a new love. One that he hoped you would treasure as much as the one you once had before you knew him.

[little-emerald-snake]

Blackmail - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

scene is f!mc during the shadow of friendship quest where she needs to talk Ominis out of telling on Sebastian to be committed to Azkaban BUT instead of the soft reaction we get in-game what if Ominis has actually harbored deep desires for the mc until now and since he's aware that she has feelings for Sebastian instead, uses this opportunity to "blackmail" the mc into convincing him to not put Sebastian away. so really a non-con scene of dark!ominis x f!mc if you will requested by @moongurl95 via dms

Genuinely so sorry this took me like three weeks but my life is in shambles literally setting this up to post while sheltering from a tornado 💀 but don’t worry I’m fine. Anyway I hope this is what you’re looking for 🫶🏻

Warnings: blackmail, threats, dirty talk, non-con, Dominis, stolen virginity, unprotected sex, creampie

2.4k words

She stood beside Sebastian who paced the stone floor beside his blonde companion. The air in the undercroft hung heavier than ever around them. Ominis was being brutally honest, telling Sebastian that his twin, Anne, couldn’t bear the thought of turning him in. Sebastian was a bit shocked, pacing back and forth while trying to defend himself before Ominis finally gave a sigh, saying he’d give Sebastian some time to think.

As he walked away Sebastian resumed his nervous pacing and she approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t believe he’s gone. How did things go so wrong? I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to-“ He shook his head in dismay. “Oh Anne. I was only trying to help. I can’t leave now. Anne needs me more than ever.”

She nodded, her head felt full of confusion and worry but she’d grown to care for Sebastian and couldn’t imagine that he’d truly wanted to hurt anyone. She knew the lengths he was willing to go for Anne. That kind of love and devotion spoke to her. “Don't worry Sebastian. I shall speak with Ominis.”

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You’re a real friend, truly. No matter what happens from here, I’m glad we met.” With that he turned and walked to the exit of the Undercroft. She waited till the doors chimed and she heard him exit before she turned with a sigh toward Ominis.

She could practically sense the dark cloud looming over the other side of the undercroft and a sort of unease rolled over her. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Ominis had sensed her approach and decided to tell her what had happened after they’d spoken last. He’d run back to Hogwarts and before he’d been able to speak to the headmaster Anne had contacted him. He’d rushed to Feldcroft and found Anne with Solomon’s body. How deeply stricken with grief she was. “I don’t want to lose Sebastian but I don’t think we have a choice.”

She chewed her bottom lip with a worried expression. “Ominis…we do have a choice. What good would it do now to turn him in? He clearly regrets everything. He’s not going to do anything like this again.”

Ominis’ eyes darkened. “What makes you so sure? You’ve said that about nearly everything else thus far? You said letting him into the scriptorium wasn’t going to end badly yet he casted Crucio on you without a moment's hesitation. You promised the relic wouldn't cause harm yet he was ready to throw our entire friendship away just to take it with him.”

She looked down. He was right. Everything he’d said had been true. Yet she had grown fond of Sebastian both as a friend and maybe more over the span of their year. “Ominis I know how this seems but Sebastian isn’t like this. He made a mistake…it was for Anne’s life.”

Ominis’ tone turned angry, the same scowl that first day she’d come from the Undercroft painted his features as he took a step toward her. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger…he used you…and you don’t even seem to care?! You’d rather blindly ignore the damage he’d caused to make him the hero in your book because you’ve begun to harbor feelings for him haven’t you?”

She was about to deny it but what was the point? Ominis had so clearly seen through everything and while she hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. “I…suppose I have. I just want the best for him and Anne…it makes no sense to send him away now when Anne will be needing her brother the most.”

Ominis’ scowl darkened. “I see. So are you willing to accept the punishment for his actions? You’re an accomplice to murder if you choose to continue down this path. If he continues on the way he is I will not hesitate to turn you both in for these crimes.”

She blinked, honestly shocked about what he’d said. But she truly believed that Sebastian was good deep down. He just let this get away from him. “Yes. I understand. I promise. He won’t cause anymore trouble. Just don’t take him from Anne.”

He agreed begrudgingly, taking another step forward. She backed up a step, bumping into a stack of crates with a gasp. His voice came out dark and low. “So you are the kind of girl who falls for the villain then?”

Her eyes widened in surprise as her head whipped back around, his tone dark and a bit husky. His palm came up to rest on the crate right beside her face, his body pushing closer. “What are you willing to give up to ensure I don’t turn you and Sebastian in? What price would you pay for a life that’s already been stained in blood?”

The knot in her throat solidified and it felt like she had mouthfuls of sawdust she had to swallow in order to form words. “Ominis, w-what are you talking about…we don’t have to give up anything…we just don’t tell anyone…”

Ominis chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I’m well aware darling. I asked what you were willing to give up in order to keep me quiet. This deal has nothing in it for me. You and Sebastian get away with murder and I’m stuck holding the truth for nothing while you both run off and fall in love. Hardly fair if you ask me.”

Her eyes widened and she suddenly understood what was happening. She moved to run but his hand, much stronger than she’d imagined, came up to hold her wrist, wrenching and pinning it above her head, shortly joined by her other. “Now now, no running away from your problems anymore. You need to come up with a solution I’ll accept or you won’t be leaving here. You better get thinking before I decide for you.”

Her mind reeled over what she could offer him. What did he want? She thought and thought but nothing came to mind. He grinned darkly. “My choice then. I can work with that.”

He moved quickly, spinning her and bending her over a crate. She gasped, surprised by the suddenness as the wood bit into her hip bones. His surprisingly strong body pinned her down with ease, one hand holding her wrists above her head while the other worked at pulling up her school skirts. “Tell me darling, are you currently taking contraceptive potions?”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her body had the choice of fight or flight and for some bloody reason it had chosen to freeze. “I-I no…why would I-?”

He’d laughed, cutting her off while pulling her underwear to the side. “Well you better start my dear. Because if you manage to conceive I’ll ruin your pathetic life. As a Gaunt I refuse to carry forward the bloodline.”

She listened to the sound of his belt being undone and blood whooshed in her ears. She knew the time to speak up was now but she was still at a loss for words. She couldn’t very well deny him after he’d made the threat to turn her and Sebastian in. She had to stay quiet and take it, if not for herself and Sebastian’s innocence than for Anne still having a relative to care for her.

She pressed her face to the crate, tears welling in her eyes. “O-okay. I-I won’t let that happen.” She listened to him as he hummed in satisfaction and she listened to the shuffle of his pants as he pushed them down. She felt the blunt tip of him at her opening and she sniffled, stiffening up with nerves wound tight.

Ominis huffed, trying to push forward but her tense body wouldn’t allow his entrance. “For Merlin’s sake you need to relax. Just imagine it’s Sebastian like always and it’ll be over before you know it.”

She sniffled again as he released her hands and they immediately went to the edge of the crate, gripping so tightly her knuckles turned white. “S-Sebastian has never…I’ve never…”

His eyes widened in recognition and he pulled back, voice coming a bit softer this time. “You’ve never…not once?”

She nodded and his hand came to swipe away the tears, his other hand coming to slide her hair behind her ear. “It feels good after the initial bit you know…if you could survive the pain of Crucio you can make it through this and it’ll start to feel good. You don’t even have to imagine it’s me...”

She sniffled and nodded carefully, he brushed her cheek and his other hand dipped between them to rub the blunt tip up and down between her slit. The sensations were all new but the feel of him stimulating that bundle of nerves between her legs had small spikes of pleasure shooting up through her. She hated it.

She tried to fight it, her body may be wanting this but he was good at pushing the right buttons. She didn’t want Ominis. She was still stuck, she had to do this for Anne and Sebastian to be a family. She sucked in a shaky breath that turned into a whimper as he slid over her clit again.

His warm breath ghosted over her neck. His chest, which was pressed against her back, rumbled. “That’s right dear. Relax and let your body take over. Turn that brilliant brain off for a bit and put yourself somewhere happy. It’ll be over soon.”

He notched himself at her entrance and she let another few tears slip, rolling down her cheeks. She tried to imagine that this was Sebastian above her, that it was after the ball and he’d asked her to go somewhere private. Just then, slim fingers slid between her folds and rubbed small circles around that bundle of nerves.

She moaned out softly and his hips slid forward, his tip kissing that barrier within her that she knew would end this pleasure. She pushed the thought away, trying to imagine those fingers a bit thicker and rougher against her body. She tried to imagine what breathy sounds he’d make or what encouragement he’d whisper against her skin.

A moan from between her lips and Ominis’ body sank forward, pushing past that barrier and sending spikes of discomfort through her body. But as quickly as the discomfort started his fingers redoubled with the pleasurable circles and she was arching into it and whimpering in pleasure. His breath came gently across the back of her neck as he slid her hair out of the way. “That’s right Darling, just like that.”

She moaned low as he praised her, his hips slowly moving back and forth inside of her but he focused most of his intentions on her clit. She was at the very least thankful he didn’t want her to be in pain.

She tried to force herself to think about Sebastian again but the way Ominis’ breathing picked up and his slender body slid against hers as he began to thrust deeper dragged her out of the daydream. She hated how her body reacted, her stomach flipping and swirling and tightening as she listened to the small puffs of air and panting that left his lips.

The pinching discomfort between her legs slowly morphed into hot pleasure that rippled through her in waves. She gripped the crate tighter and his thrusts grew longer and deeper. “Great Merlin you’re so fucking tight, I’ve never had a witch who was a sweet little virgin. I don’t think I can go back after this. Or if this is all just you we may have to convince Sebastian to share your brilliant little body.”

His words sent shocks of pleasure through her and she moaned, pushing her hips back. This felt so good, she struggled to maintain her fantasy of Sebastian ravaging her when Ominis was the one here making her feel so incredible. Pleasure swirled deep in her stomach and she tightened, forcing him to groan behind her. “You better be careful squeezing around me like that. Might just get the idea you actually like this with me or something.”

She whimpered, unable to hold another ripple of pleasure from surging through her. His fingers moved faster, making her arch into his touch for more. “Fuck yes, darling. That’s it. Make me cum, pretty girl.”

His hips slammed deeper till their bodies had no space between, his thrusts growing faster. Her poor hips were going to be bruised and sore from being slammed forward into the crate. The head of him nudged against a spot inside of her that had her seeing stars. She hadn’t even realized how loudly she’d cried out.

He chuckled darkly, angling her hips so he’d hit that spot with every single thrust. “That’s it, come on love, you know you want to cum all over my cock after I took your sweet innocence.”

She made a pitiful sound, the pleasure was too much and the emotions swirling inside of her caused tears to form in the corner of her eyes. His fingers rolling deft circles and him nudging into that spot was all too much for her.

She heard him groan in what sounded like sweet agony as her body stilled, her traitorous body tightening around him. He tensed, holding onto her hips for deer life as he pumped into her. She grew slick and sticky between her legs and she pressed her forehead against the crate, letting her tears fall as she composed her breathing.

Instead of staying to comfort her, he pulled out, casting a cleansing charm on himself before tucking himself away and fixing his attire. She stayed there, quietly crying as his seed and her blood mixed and dripped down her thighs.

He cleared his throat and she finally stood up, not bothering with a cleaning charm and just righting her clothing. She wouldn’t feel clean till she soaked in a boiling hot bath for several hours. But she turned to find him standing there as if nothing had ever happened. “I’ll take this into consideration when I talk to Anne about how best to break the news to the Headmaster. For now you can tell Sebastian I’ve chosen not to turn you both in. But this only lasts as long as you both stay away from the Dark Arts. Understood?”

She nodded, quickly feeling like an idiot before giving him a shaky verbal response. She wouldn’t let her sacrifice be for nothing. She’d make sure the fluffy haired brunette would stay in line no matter the cost.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Pygmalion

[Prologue]

Summary: young woman meets Perturabo and becomes a sculptor in the Iron Blood.

Perturabo/Galatea (OC)

Warnings: no for this part

Word count: 2902

Author's note: The story is alternative version of The desire to possess.

In the prologue we get to know Galatea more. In the following parts there will be more interactions with Perturabo. His POVs will be there as well. With each part the story will get darker and more warnings will appear.

Song: Rammstein - Seemann

Blessed Terra, the birthplace of all humanity and the abode of the Emperor himself. To be born here is a real luck and a gift of fate. To be part of the great Imperium and a resident of the capital. Galatea did not know if the inhabitants of other planets really thought so, but one had to give credit to the iterators. Their skills even made her believe in such truth.

But she was born on the lower levels of the hive and saw the other side of the coin. Dirt and soot, unbearable heat from which weakened serfs died. Galatea herself was born into a family of workers and fully felt the ugliness of such a life. Her parents died too early and she was raised by her grandparents, barely working in a factory. Although her home was closer to the middle levels and therefore she was not born with complications like other children on the lower levels.

Well, after her life changed for the better, there was no need to worry about this. As a child, the girl was often afraid to go to bed, thinking that she would wake up in her tiny, rusty house again. And every time she got up in the morning, she thanked fate for her luck. Even if the Imperial Truths denied such a concept, the little girl then could not come up with another explanation for her new situation.

Galatea had not yet managed to become a full-fledged worker at the factory (although she also made her contribution) due to her age and therefore often spent time outside. She collected stones and built “barricades from the enemies of humanity” and “beautiful palaces”. But most of all, she loved to carve these images in her head on stone. At first, she did not do it very well, but over time, her persistence bore fruit.

Soon she could carve entire pictures on stone. She was especially good at portraits. She even gave them to her grandparents, causing tears of joy and delight on their faces. At least that's what she thought then. But in reality, her dear grandfather and grandmother were saddened that Tea would never be able to reveal her talent because of her origin.

At least, that was the case until one of the best sculptors of Terra, Solomon Vlahos, came to their home. The man was walking around the area in search of inspiration (not for the sake of orphans and the disadvantaged, alas) since the upper levels of Terra had already ceased to bring pleasure. The whims of the rich, as Grandpa used to say. And having learned about Tea's talent, he immediately came to their home to see the child prodigy with his own eyes.

He was impressed. So much so that he offered the grandparents to take the girl to his school for sculptors. Vlahos was even ready to adopt her so that they would not be afraid for the life of their child. Tea remembered that she cried for a long time that day, but her grandma assured her that it would be better for her. They are giving her to the sculptor because they love her.

Galatea never saw them again after that day. The only thing she was able to take with her was an old gray rag. Specially twisted into a rope so that it resembled a person. For the girl, it was a knight, but when Solomon saw the toy, he called it an Iron Warrior. Although the Space Marines were an important part of the Imperium, but being a lower class, Tea knew little about the legions.

But with her new “father”, she not only entered the school of sculptors (named after Vlachos, who would doubt it), but was also able to learn to read. And even gain access to his limitless library. A luxury unheard of for many terranians! And Tea took full advantage of it, absorbing knowledge like a sponge (and this is not to mention the fairy tales that she read at the speed of light).

And of course, thanks to this, she was able to learn about the Legions, the main armies of the Imperium of Man, led by the finest warriors. The Primarchs, the sons of the Emperor himself, whom in ancient times people would call demigods. Tea loved to read about the Space Marines.

But most of all, she loved the Iron Warriors. True heroes who did not wear beautiful and sublime armor like the Emperor's Children or the Blood Angels. They did not just participate in battles. They participated in real sieges, waged grueling wars and were famous for their impeccable fortitude.

Tea could not understand why everyone preferred other Marines. The Imperial Fists were also on her list of favorite Legions for their fortress-building. But there was something about the Iron Warriors that caught the girl's eye. Perhaps it was their grey-yellow armour, reminiscent of a house or her first old rag doll that had fallen apart over the years (she had missed it for a long time).

But be that as it may, Galatea dreamed of one day exalting this Legion as it deserved. And showing the entire Imperium that they were heroes and worthy of recognition like other Space Marines. Even if they were previously called “Corpse Grinders” (the Imperium harshly punished anyone who mentioned the forgotten nickname), Tea understood that war was cruel. And the fact that everyone so conveniently ignored the terrible military actions of other Legions was unfair.

Yes, she dreamed about it a lot. But with each passing year, despite her growing skill, she also understood that not everything should come true. Perhaps Galatea Vlachos would become one of the best sculptors, of which there are as many on Terra and in the entire Imperium as dirt. Perhaps she would be able to create her own school someday. To visit her native land (her grandparents had already died of old age). But to go on a Crusade on the Iron Blood? Absurd.

Then why was she here?

Why was she in the halls of the Golden Palace of Terra? Why was she alone in a corridor with Perturabo himself? He paid no attention to her, looking at the gilded statues. And yet they were so close.

How did this happen?

***

“Rejoice, my dear students! Soon you will ascend to heights that most cannot even dream of!” - Solomon Vlahos, always calm and reasonable, excitedly rushed around the office like a wild animal while all the students looked at him in surprise.

“What happened, master?” - one of the young men casually asked a tormenting question. The son of wealthy aristocrats who decided to become a sculptor. He was a good student and received the appropriate education. Tea had to work hard to make up for her past.

“Something great has happened, my boy! My friend Peter Egon Momus, you all know him as the greatest architect of Terra, has not only secured me an invitation to the Emperor’s palace…”

Everyone sighed in surprise and almost awe. As talented as Master Solomon was, he was only one of many sculptors. Only a few could get into the Emperor’s palace and Vlahos, like many artists, aspired to this. Especially at the expense of others.

“And you, my dears, will not only be able to visit the palace with me, but also to show off your craftsmanship in all its glory. Your sculptures, your creations, will not only be displayed in the palace of our beloved ruler. The primarchs themselves will see them!”

***

Galatea had been toiling over her miniatures all week. Huge statues and busts were alien to her. A life of poverty had left too much of an imprint. It was much better to use a small amount of material, but wisely. The teacher was proud of her after all. How could it be otherwise, because she was the best at it.

So she dedicated one miniature to an ancient legend of Old Earth, several to the warships of the Primarchs. And Olympia. Tea was delighted with the picts of the magnificent planet annexed to the Imperium. It was on it that Perturabo grew up. Green hills, rivers and mountains, a world clean of polluted atmosphere. As the people of Old Earth would say, it was nothing short of paradise. Surely the Primarch adored his home world.

And Galatea wanted to capture this elegant and in some ways simple architecture. Beautiful landscapes and hardworking people with a herd of animals. Perhaps she sat over this miniature the longest. And it was worth it, seeing the tears of pride in the teacher.

Of course, no one except the teacher was allowed to meet the Primarchs. And yet the fact that they were allowed to visit the Imperial Palace was already intoxicating. Moreover, they were even allowed to wander through some of the corridors! The Emperor is gracious and generous, Tea never thought she would see such beauty.

Gilded walls and magnificent statues gathered from all corners of the Imperium. Frescoes depicting scenes from the legends of old Earth. Stained glass windows in every color of the rainbow. Images of the Crusade and the Emperor himself were everywhere. One corridor among many was a work of art in itself.

But all of this paled in comparison to those who lived here. All of this paled in comparison to HIM.

Galatea had seen picts and portraits of the Primarchs, and yet to see him with her own eyes was a different experience. The girl felt her heart flutter and her breath catch at the sight of the tall man dressed in Imperial military attire. His majestic appearance evoked only one association that the fanatics of the Imperial Truth would brand as foolishness. A demigod.

Perturabo.

How lucky she was! How unspeakably lucky to see the Primarch, whom she had admired since childhood, in person. Apparently the master had already shown the Emperor's sons their works and now Perturabo had decided to return to his business. But what luck it was to meet him in such a huge and intricate Palace.

Images from her childhood, when she played with her rag dolls, immediately appeared before her eyes. Oh, in Galatea's games, the Primarch was her savior. From the poor on Terra, from the rich students of the Master, who mocked her. From failures and bad thoughts, imaginary monsters. He built great impregnable fortresses in which he protected her from villains like a princess from fairy tales. Perturabo was always her hero.

The weakest of spirits could lose consciousness or even die of a heart attack just by looking at the Primarch. Galatea considered herself weak, but apparently she underestimated her spirit strength. As well as the power of her dreams, realizing that she was heading towards a man who was completely oblivious to the mortal girl.

“L-Lord P-Perturabo,” the girl greeted the man, but as soon as he turned his attention to her, she immediately stared at his chest. “I-I am Galatea Vlahos. My master brought m-my works to the palace. And the sculptures of other students.”

“Ah, yes. I never liked Solomon’s style. Too much gilding where it shouldn’t. It’s like he threw up on them.” The man spoke the words slowly, lowering his voice to a low octave. As if the girl who had approached him caused him nothing but contempt.

The girl pursed her lips, not knowing what to say to such a remark. In truth, she partly agreed with the primarch. The master sometimes overdid it with the gilding, leaving other parts of the sculpture untouched. And yet he had talent and experience that Tea respected. That Perturabo could criticize a sculptor so openly was disconcerting.

What if he had criticized her miniatures too?

No, she couldn't bear the thought of that. All her dreams were being destroyed in an instant. If... if this was fate, Tea had to accept it. She would never reach the level of a primarch. She would cherish this meeting for the rest of her life. And yet, she would rather die here in shame than remain silent for the rest of her life. She had to try. At least to say everything that was in her heart.

“L-Lord Perturabo… I have read every book written about you. The worlds you conquered, the worlds you brought into the Imperium. The tactics you used in sieges were admirable. And the fortresses and outposts you built were crafted with perfect precision to torment the enemy and protect the innocent. The Siege of Incaladion, Bernean and Morningstar Campaign…”

Galatea felt herself choking on the words, but she could not stop talking. She wanted so much for the Primarch to understand how much he meant to her. How he and the Iron Warriors on the edge of the galaxy had inspired faith and hope in the heart of a little girl from the lower levels of Terra.

“How beautiful and yet functional all the buildings you built. And I have always admired the way the Iron Warriors rose to any challenge. Please, allow me to board the Iron Blood. I will not interfere. I understand that this is a warship. I-I have money for maintenance. I just want to capture your exploits. So that the entire Imperium knows about the greatness of the Fourth Legion.”

Finally, having spoken enough, the girl took a deep breath, trying to stop trembling. She could not even imagine that she would be able to not only meet Perturabo, but also tell him everything she thought. It happened. But the consequences were much more terrible and unpredictable.

The man was silent. During the entire time Galatea spoke, he did not say a word. Tension was in the air. The girl thought that by giving in to her feelings, she insulted the primarch. It seemed that she had made the biggest mistake in her life.

“Yes” - the man's sharp voice broke the silence. - “You will serve my Legion. Pack your things. Tomorrow my servants will come for you. We are leaving Terra this week by order of the Emperor.”

Unable to believe what she heard, the girl looked up at the primarch. Even without his armor, Perturabo smelled of iron and gunpowder. He was the very embodiment of war and creation. But most of all, in the image of the man, his blue eyes caught the girl's attention. Galatea had never seen such cold eyes.

"Thank you." - she whispered quietly, hoping not to destroy the beautiful dream with her voice.

The man only chuckled and hurriedly left the hall, clenching his fists. Galatea should have been worried about such a reaction. Suddenly, she insulted the primarch or distracted him from important thoughts. But the happiness of the long-awaited meeting inspired her and she hurried to Master Solomon in the hope of sharing the latest news with him. He was just nearby, looking at one of the ancient paintings.

"Master, I have wonderful news for you." - the girl smiled broadly, wringing her fingers in impatience.

"Wait, wait, my dear. Now you will tell me everything, but do you not want to know how the Primarchs assessed my students?” - waiting for her nod, the man continued. - “They all appreciated your desire to comprehend art and talent for sculpture. Lord Fulgrim even declared that Octavian has a brilliant future.”

“And… what about me?” - Galatea licked her lips nervously. Surely Lord Perturabo appreciated her work to decide to take her into his service. Wonder what he said about the Olympic landscape.

“Oh, my dear Galatea, one of the Emperor’s sons will surely offer you work.” - seeing her enthusiastic smile, Solomon continued. - “Rogal Dorn highly praised your miniatures. He especially liked the way you depicted the Phalanx. Very accurately, as he told me. I almost thought about asking him to take you on his ship to capture his exploits. But I did not dare ask for such a thing. Although he was very impressed with your talent.”

For a moment, the girl felt as if the floor had been pulled out from under her feet.

“This is an honor for me.” - she really meant it. And yet, the recent event did not allow her to fully enjoy someone else's praise. - “And what about Lord Perturabo? Did he say anything? Especially about Olympia?”

“Oh, my dear, I know you always admired him.” - her foster father murmured sympathetically. - “The truth is, my dear, he liked almost no one. He criticized everyone. When it came to your turn, he did not say a word. And perhaps it was my imagination, but with each word Dorn said, he grew darker.”

“But he took me to the Iron Blood.” - the girl muttered in a trembling voice. - “I will become part of his Legion.”

“Really? Well, that means he did like it. Never mind, my dear, the Primarchs have so much to do. Surely he was thinking about a new campaign, and we distracted him from important matters. The main thing is that you have become a sculptor of the Iron Legion. You are going on a Crusade! Isn't this what you dreamed of?"

Yes. This is exactly it.

It was 999.M30. A new millennium was about to begin. It was a great era. When humanity made new discoveries and the Imperium expanded. To be born and to live in this time was the greatest blessing.