#to me dia just acts like a child sometimes

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well, diavolo, it shows.

let me start off by saying that while this post will be diving into diavolo’s more… questionable qualities, i don’t think he’s a bad person or has malicious intent. in fact i think his idealistic, optimistic and adventurous nature certainly have good sides as well - mainly in the way he seems eager to be involved with his subjects and is keen on taking care of their interests.

however. i also think he often acts very childish and naïve. what annoys me the most is how all of the characters let it slide, because of various reasons. aside from simeon and solomon, who both aren’t citizens of the devildom, belphie is the only demon in game who actively dislikes diavolo and went against his wishes - and that got him locked up in the attic. for good reason, because diavolo would have subjected him to punishment much worse.

so, basically, diavolo can act freely without repercussions. combine that with his sheltered upbringing and it quickly becomes an absolute mess.

season 2; solomon (something tells me simeon and/or barbatos were involved in this as well, but don’t quote me on that) urges diavolo to tell lucifer what’s going on. but he doesn’t listen. and then acts somewhat surprised when lucifer’s pissed off afterwards, not to mention that solomon actually wanted to tell mc (and lucifer) and lucifer actually started to doubt himself because of this. so much could have been avoided if diavolo just told lucifer, who is supposed to be the one he trusts most.

season 3; the whole karaoke mess. diavolo thought it was funny to worry the whole cast as a funny haha prank. to his credit, i guess he does apologize afterwards and promise not to do it again (and then proceeds to do it again in season 4. sigh.). don’t get me started on the storyline with belphie. the one person (in the devildom) who didn’t like diavolo, and was pretty open about it. and they made him make up with diavolo within a day. goddamnit.

season 4; honestly this whole mess pissed me the fuck off so bad. once again diavolo thinks it’s funny to put other people in danger as a consequence of his “pranks” or “jokes”, and doesn’t seem too concerned with fucking telling people what’s going on. and no one batted an eye! they dropped the whole thing within seconds!

in general diavolo just doesn’t seem in touch with other people and their feelings that much, no doubt due to the sheltered life he’s lived. he acts incredibly impulsively, without much regard for consequences for others, and more often than not gets away with it because he’s the prince and almost no one has denied him shit or directly stood up to him. again, he doesn’t do this with malicious intent, but it also seems like he doesn’t quite learn from his actions when they do bite him in the ass.

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Cry wolf (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Hello! Finally, a new Rúben imagine. This is a combination of two requests I got. It's a bit angsty and dramatic. What a comeback! I hope you enjoy it ❤️**

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"Ahhh!", you yelled the moment you got inside the bathroom and saw what was on the floor. "Oh my God! What am I supposed to do?"

Saying you panicked whenever you saw any sort of insect or bug would be an understatement. You could barely stay out in the park for half an hour, worried about all the creatures that could be around you. So seeing a cockroach first thing in the morning wasn't ideal. And your boyfriend was gone. So what were you going to do?

"Ok. It's fine. I'm a grown woman and can do this".

You kept convincing yourself that you could kill it and so you put your shoes on, walked inside the bathroom again and spotted the disgusting thing that was still there. Placing your fingers inside your ears, you stepped on it, took your shoe off without lifting it from the floor and left the bathroom. There was one in the guest room you could use.

After a shower, you put some clothes on and called Rúben. He was at the gym but it was still early, so you knew his official training session hadn't started.

"Hi, everything ok?"

It was very unlike you to call him this early. You usually just send a text before going to work. "It is now. But there is a corpse in the bathroom".

"A what?", he laughed.

"There was a cockroach and I killed it".

"Are you planning on doing a funeral? Throw it in the bin".

"I can't. It's disgusting. Can you do it when you're back?"

"Are you for real?", you could hear his tone change.

"Yeah".

"You aren't a child anymore. You can clean that mess yourself".

"But it's disgusting!", you complained.

"And you think it's nice for me to do it? Honestly, grow up".

Well, growing up takes time, so what you did was hang up the phone. Why was he such an asshole?

He had been acting like that a lot lately. And sure, some of your requests were a bit childish but he was one to talk. You had to tiptoe around his feelings for a whole day after he scored an own goal. He could be childish himself.

But you guessed he was kind of right about this specific situation, so you went back to the bathroom but…you couldn't do it. You knew you were going to have nightmares about it for days. So you left the shoe and the dead bug there and went to work. You would deal with Rúben later.

**

By the time you were done with work, you expected a text from Rúben. He always sent one when he got home to let you know about any plans or just ask about what you wanted for dinner. But there was no text. It was odd but you decided not to worry. He might have stayed for an extra training session. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Hello?", you called when you got back to the apartment. "Rúben?"

You spotted him in the living room, glaring at you.

"Good day?"

"I guess. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I came back home and found you didn't clean the mess in the bathroom".

"Rúben", you said, back to that whining tone you hated but couldn't help but use sometimes. "I tried but it was so disgusting. I swear I couldn't do it".

"So I had to do it".

"Thank you…", you tried to say but he interrupted you.

"You keep doing this. Calling me while I'm working for stupid things you should be able to do".

"They aren't always stupid…".

"They are. And you know what happened to the boy who kept crying wolf?", you rolled your eyes. "One day you'll really need me and I won't believe it's an emergency".

You could feel the tears in your eyes. Even if he was partly right, there was no need to be so mean.

"If this is how you're going to be today, I'll go out to get some fresh air and be away from you. You're being really unfair".

"No need for you to go. Some of my teammates invited me to have dinner with them and I said yes".

"But it's Wednesday".

"I need the fresh air as well", he said, going back to the room.

Wednesdays were your day. You met on a Wednesday, kissed for the first time on a Wednesday, moved in together on a Wednesday,... Rúben's schedule meant he was away a lot, so you cherished whenever he had a day off on Wednesday so much. He often got you flowers or booked a table for dinner at a restaurant. And now he was leaving. Well, both of you could be pricks.

Picking up your bag again, you left without saying goodbye and got inside the car. You didn't even know where you were going. And you should have probably just walked but it was raining and the last thing you needed was to catch a cold.

Traffic wasn't too bad and you kept driving after the light turned green. And soon, everything went dark.

**

Rúben thought about staying home when he heard you leave. Maybe he should wait until you get back and apologize. You both had reasons to apologize but he knew he had been a dick to you. It was just that sometimes it got on his nerves how much you depended on him. For the stupidest things. You were independent otherwise. You had a good job, which meant you had your own money, and managed most of the important things around the house. But then you couldn't deal with killing a bug and cleaning the mess. It just didn't make sense sometimes and it frustrated him.

So Rúben met some of his teammates for dinner. And then, for drinks. Even if he didn't have any since the season had already started and, well, everyone remembered what happened the last time he drank. How could they forget?

"Your phone keeps buzzing", told him Nathan and Rúben looked to see it was you calling.

A part of him wanted to answer but he was still angry. And so he just moved the phone away and ignored it. Nathan gave him a weird look, he had seen it was you calling, but decided he wouldn't stick his nose in your business. Better to stay out of it.

Rúben still felt fidgety. He never ignored your calls. And what if it was something important?

"I'm going to the toilet. I'll be right back".

And while he was washing his hands, he saw the door open and turned to find Nathan staring at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Your phone kept ringing and then you got a text from your girlfriend asking you to answer in not very nice words. So I answered the next time she called…but it wasn't her who was calling you".

"What do you mean? Who has her phone?"

"Her friend Patricia, who is a nurse. They are both in the hospital".

"What? Why?"

Rúben felt dizzy all of a sudden.

"She had an accident".

**

"Patricia! Where is she?"

Rúben was running around the hospital's corridor, not caring about who he bumped into. And when he finally saw Patricia, he cared even less.

"Oh, now you care?"

"You can call me names later, please tell me what happened!"

"A drunk driver hit her car".

"Is she ok? Where is she?", now he was panicking even more. And feeling guilty. So guilty.

"The doctors were worried when she got here", started Patricia and she put a hand on Rúben's arm when she noticed he was about to lose control. "But she's fine. Well, as fine as one can be. She got really lucky. She was unconscious when she got here but there's no major damage".

"Thank God!", sighed Rúben. "Where is she? Can I see her?"

"Follow me".

Patricia could move around the area freely and she took Rúben with her to your room and then knocked on the door.

"Wait here. The doctors are still inside".

Rúben nodded and pressed his ear to the door. He could hear Patricia telling the doctors that your partner was there and wanted to see you and a couple of minutes later, the door opened.

"Come in".

Rúben took no time to do so and soon he was by the bed, right next to you and completely ignoring the doctors who were still there.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes", you nodded. But you looked so small and weak. There were a few bruises on your skin but Patricia was right. It could have been so much worse.

That was when Rúben decided to acknowledge the doctors.

"Sorry. I was really worried. Is she ok? When can she go back home?"

"Tomorrow morning. We want to monitor her tonight, just to be on the safe side".

He nodded and looked back at you, the way your eyes kept closing worried him.

"They gave her some medicine to sleep", said Patricia, as if she could read his mind. "She needs the rest".

"Of course. Can I stay here?"

"Yes. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket but that won't make the sofa any more comfortable".

"I don't care about that. And thank you".

The night was terrible for Rúben. He kept staring at you and wasn't able to sleep. That's why he was awake every time a nurse showed up to check how you were doing. And even if they all told him everything was fine, he still couldn't sleep.

When you finally woke up, he jumped from the sofa to go to your side.

"How are you? Are you in pain? Should I call a doctor?"

"I'm fine. I just need the toilet".

"I'll take you there".

"No you won't, Rúben", you chuckled.

"Then I'll call a nurse".

"No. I'm fine".

Despite his protests, you got up and went to the bathroom by yourself. Your whole body ached but it was bearable. And you were going to get more painkillers soon with your breakfast so it was ok.

"Let me help you", he said, taking your arm to help you walk back to the bed. And you let him even if you didn't need the help.

"Thanks".

"I'm so sorry", he blurted out. "You have no idea. You could have been hurt so badly and I wasn't answering the phone because of a ridiculous fight. I will never forgive myself for that. You needed me and I wasn't there".

"Rúben", you said, grabbing his hand. "We both made mistakes. You were right. I kept crying wolf and then when something bad happened, you didn't think it was an emergency. You were so right about …".

"No. No, that's no excuse".

"Don't feel bad, really. Plus, it wasn't even me calling. I was busy doing tests to make sure everything was ok".

"Still. It won't happen again. Call me anytime to kill a cockroach or to do anything you need . Seriously, I'll always be there".

"I know you will. But I have some growing up to do too. If I hadn't left like that because I was upset you told me off, this wouldn't have happened".

"Hey!", he was now the one grabbing your hands. "You drove when the light was green and a drunk driver hit you. You did nothing wrong. It was all his fault".

"But…".

"But nothing. Now let me pamper you until you're healthy again".

"I like being pampered", you smiled.

"Then get ready. Because even queens will be jealous of how I'll treat you".

And Rúben sealed his promise with a kiss.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I made something! You can use it to your advantage as well but I am dumb and forgot Luke my poor child.

Context! This will be basically my Mc's world where me and my sister are in devildom alongside everyone. (Updated feelings!)

Lucifer : I have heavy daddy issues so once I saw Lucifer and how he acted I was like 👀. There is a little red because sometimes I hate him so lol. Due to me having a massive crush on Dia and Beel I slowly had my feelings converted to friends since though I am a slut I am a loyal slut. So I did have romantic feelings/crush beforehand but my feelings became stronger.

Mammon: Ofc the poor boy is smitten but since it's with both me and my sister he has feelings for both. I absolutely adore him and if I didn't want dia and beel so bad he would be next in line. But I do also find him a great friend.

Levi: Lmao okay the little hate is because I cannot stand the way he talks I have stated this before but that's really it. Otherwise I think he'd be a great friend because I do enjoy anime and totally would play video games with 24/7. I do not find myself dating him and view him as only a friend. Though sadly I feel like he'd gain a crush on me with how often I'd be around him.

Satan: Don't get me wrong he is hot and all but not that much my type (doesn't like blondes). We would be great friends I feel like since we have bad anger issues to fix together. Again I feel like he would like me slowly because I love to piss off Lucifer and can relate to him.

Asmos: Now I have like zero romantic interest in him. So I would like being friends since I do enjoy makeup and skincare. Because I enjoy some angst I feel like he would gain a crush on me but I would have to push him away and let him see me actively love after someone else knowing I am not doing it on purpose.

Beel: straight up in love with him. Everything he does makes me smile and make my heart hurt. I feel like even though it's hard for him to speak of his emotions he would be heavily in love with me too. I adore family and would do anything for them along with being strong on my beliefs and opinions. I also often self sacrifice because I care for others too much. (I swear I am not trying to be a pick me I just see qualities the brothers would like about me and they would push feelings too far with them😭)

Belphie: of this little slut has a crush on me he is constantly up my ass and very protective whenever someone else touches me (not beel). I would definitely have a crush since I like protective men. Tho again my feelings for his brother would overpower that. I would absolutely love him as a friend because starting shit is so much fun and I adore sleeping.

Solomon: this fucker is someone my sister would go after so I will back off (in this au). We would be great friends and I'd probably tease him for the crush he has on my sister.

Raphael: surprise! I don't fully hate him anymore! He's grown a bit on me since I can see he does care a little but I still get irritated by him. I feel like he wouldn't care much for my existence and tolerate me when I am around but not fully hate me.

Meso: dear God his attitude in the game gets me furious. I will definitely butt heads with him and constantly argue. But I do feel like at a calming point we'd be a little bit of friends in that time.

13: my beloved wife I want to marry her. It'd be the classic wlw troupe of best friends who have secret feelings for each other that everyone can see but them.

Simeon: he's sexy to me and actually very sweet so I would have a tiny crush on him. That would soon turn to friends due to others but it would be like me and him raising luke basically. Which would lead to him liking me since he'd love me as Luke's (mom).

Dia: I am in love need to marry immediately. He is such a sweetheart that if I'd tell him slightly that I like him he would go off the rails and do anything in his power to come after me. (Id love it)

Barb: again belongs to my sister so no romance. We would enjoy tea and peace and quiet. Kinda like two older siblings finally getting a break together 🤣.

Luke: I would treat him like my little brother or son because he's so cute I wouldn't be able to resist. I'd be aiming for an older sister role but he most likely won't see me as that and more motherly.

Please do not take this as me being a pick me this is my take on how things would be like in my world/au of Obey Me and it could end in many different ways that I can write about if you'd like.

[cheemken]

Thinking abt villain Dia and villain Iris now and like

Idk, idk where I'm going w this but I'm just gonna spit this out before it haunts me for the rest of the week hahah

Anyways

Smth smth abt how both of them were treated back then and how they treat people now

Like,, Diantha was hurt physically. Her mother would hit her, she burnt her skin, would slap her, even pour liquor on her, telling her to stop crying, crying shows weakness. And then there's her acting career and such and how some roles would often demand more from her body and it'd fuck her up sometimes. There's Ignis, one of the former Elite Four, how he tore apart the LucarioMan cape and hat Drasna got for her, kicking her to the ground, going on how she's a Champion, she should act like one, not act like a child. But she was a child. She was just a child and everyone fucking hated her. Scars and burns littered her body beneath all that concealer and make up and she fucking hated it.

Iris was hurt emotionally. No one ever hit her or anything like that, but rather they'd make fun of her, taunt her, make snide comments on anything abt her. Even as she grew up, everyone looked down on her. Always a shadow of Drayden, a shadow of Alder, a shadow of Hilbert and Hilda. She'd hear comments on how she's just trying too hard, how they still don't see her as a Champion, how could they if they never even saw her as a proper Gym Leader back then. She was always seen as a child by everyone, even after years, still going on how she's just embarrassing herself w how hard she's trying and failing. No matter what she does, everyone fucking hated her. Underneath her faux persona of optimism, her heart was already broken by their piercing words.

But Diantha lacked the physical strength to hit back, instead, she relied on her wits. She was a smart kid. Drasna always told her that, she was rather smart for her age, she knows a lot. About people especially. She knows how to break someone with just her words, knows their deepest fears and insecurities, knows all their imperfections, knows all their flaws. And she'd be the one to voice it, she'd be the one to tell them how they're unfit to live in this world, tell them how useless they truly are, how weak they were.

Iris didn't lack that strength, rather the people of Unova denied she was ever strong in the first place. And if they didn't see it the first time, then she'll show it to them again. She spared no one, made them see how powerful she truly was. The people of Unova didn't appreciate her strength, but Kyurem did, Plasma did. Plasma became so much better with her as the new leader now. They were stronger, even the Heroes were struggling against them. She knows how weak the people of Unova are, and here she is, taunting them about their own strength. She watches them from above, watches them run and cry and scream and fight, fruitless she'd say, as they continue to struggle under Plasma's power, and their fate being sealed with Kyurem's Glaciate.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 555, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1205

I answered all of Elizabeth’s questions, validating her mortified questions with hugs and sweets words.

“Does sex always smell so nasty?” she asked me a little while later. “Your’s and daddy’s room smelled like you both had a night of neverending fartage!”

“I’ve honestly never noticed the smell being so bad,” I confessed, looking up as a man came into the pool house, dressed in swim trunks and a bathrobe. He nodded a friendly hello at us as he occupied himself with his cell phone, clearly occupying his time while we both finished up our talk. “Come now, Elizabeth- your father and your siblings are probably at breakfast already.”

My daughter was quiet as the both of us took our feet out of the pool water, me accepting a towel from the man, who waited until we had put our shoes back on the left before removing his bathrobe and then diving into the water.

“Mommy?” I hummed softly as I led her over to the mess hall. “What do you do after sex?”

“Well, I personally conk out in a deep sleep and your father either gives me a bird bath with a wash cloth and warm water or he draws me a hot bubble bath and lets me take a nice, long soak,” I explained, opening my arm to welcome her for some snuggle time with mommy. “I think it’s important to bath after engaging in sexual coitus- the act is oftentimes dirty, with sweat, bodily fluids and sometimes even blood.”

“Does daddy make you bleed often?” Elizabeth was looking at the floor as she shuffled alongside of me.

“Sometimes he does, but we have an agreed safe word that we use if one or the other needs to take a moment and breathe,” I answered her before tactfully changing the subject. “A safe word is a word that wouldn’t be said during sex, and it is an automatic signal for a needed time out. Does that make any sense at all?”

“So a safe words is just another way of saying stop?” Elizabeth asked me. “That’s very smart.”

“Yes it is,” I agreed, giggling as my stomach let out a cry for food. “Now, are you hungry?”

~xoXox~

“Hey hey hey there now, fine people of this world! This is Chrissy Loveknot with Pink Notes Magazine! I am here today with Peter Steele, legendary bassiest and lead vocals for heavy metal band Type O Negative! Blessed with ten inches of solid steel and a voice so low my panties get soaked whenever I hear his voice. And we are also joined today by the always incredible Broadway supermom Mary Claire Ratajczyk! What up you two?”“Dia dhuit!” I chirped. “Conas atá tú anocht?”

“What did you just say?”

“I just said hello and how are you doing tonight, both in Irish Gaelic!” I said, giggling at my place tucked under my husband’s arm while I perched myself on his lap.

“Ah, well, I’m doing quite well tonight! I must say though, I really do love your dress! Where did you buy it from?”

“Oh, this old thing?” I scoffed, glancing down at the black minidress that I decided to wear tonight. Cold shoulders and with a cutout over the clavicle, the dress was sexy, confident, and made my husband’s jeans too tight on him. Underneath the dress, I wore breast pasties and black and green silk crotchless panties.

I lived to tease my handsome silver daddy.

“I think Peter likes your dress!”

“Oh, but he’ll like it even more once it’s been ripped from my womanly body!” I teased, slapping his pectoral when he get out a dangerous growl and dug his thumb into the side of my knee.

Behave.

I settled down with an apologetic squeak, resting my heart over his heart.

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

“So tell me more about this new album you’re writing- is there a release date?”

I flitted back to the presence, where Peter had tactfully diverted Chrissy Loveknot’s attention from oversexualizing my body and his gossiping about dick to a more PG rated topic- the album that he was writing for me.

“No, there’s no release date as of the moment,” he hummed, his hand rubbing gentle circles into my spine. “But yet again- writing a full album, capturing the awe and wonder and love and admiration and protection and affection that I hold for the blueberry of my heart isn’t a case of me going off my medication for a single night and then BOOM- an album is born. I take inspiration from virtually every aspect of our life together- Dolls is a song about the kids’ dollies and the important roles that they play in our family. Little Girl is a sweet little song about my goddaughter, little girl, and how I am is her Papa Pete. In Each Other’s Arms is about the both of us living out the rest of our days side by side and dying in each other’s arms. Letters of Love compiles many of the letters that I’ve written for my family to read after I die.”

I hid my teary eyes into his burly chest- Peter was sixty four years old at this point of his life and I knew that he was already making plans for when he died. He had told me that he wanted to be cremated and have some of his ashes turned into jewelry for the kids to wear, and should I die before him and opt for cremation, for both of our ashes to be mixed together and placed into an urn- together in life and in death.

I had agreed almost at once, smiling sadly at the realization that he would probably die long before I did.

And that thought made me terribly depressed and sad.

Dia dhuit, hello, Irish Gaelic

Conas atá tú anocht, how are you doing tonight, Irish Gaelic 

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Development . Twin Verse with @kaiibacorp

TWIN VERSE TWIN VERSE. So me and Dia thought of things, angsty things. (tw for child abuse)

Rico is the younger twin to Ruggie, and they were both born in the Afterglow Savannah. The two of them were separated not long after Ruggie would start living in the slums. They had both been living on the streets together, learning the tricks to surviving, but had gotten separated once their deadbeat of a father found them. He randomly grabbed at a twin, taking Rico away from Ruggie, and leaving the afterglow all together.

Rico, of course, resisted, but was beaten into submission by his father multiple times during the trip, and then used to con people into helping them with money and other items his father would ask for to treat ‘his poor injured son’.

Eventually the two settled into the slums of Agrabah. It was only slightly better than living in the slums of the Afterglow. On the one hand, he had a roof over his head (most of the time), but on the other hand he was at the beck and call of his horrible father. Sometimes he didn’t get to sleep in the house because he ‘didn’t earn it’ that day, same thing for meals. His father had also not bothered to realize which twin he had taken, and didn’t call him by his name - instead calling him ‘zero’. Others in the slums started calling him that aswell, both because they thought it was legitimately his name, or to use it against him in an insult. He didn’t bother to try and convince them otherwise, as anytime he tried to tell his father different he was met with a slap, so eventually he stopped trying.

So just like his brother, Zero learned how to survive, just under different circumstances. He became craftier, manipulating others into giving him things through sweet words. He had learned to pickpocket, sure, but he always found it more satisfying when someone parted ways with something willingly, having been completely deceived by him.

He developed his unique magic ‘ Sleeping in the Elephant Graveyard ‘ at some point before attending NRC. The ability is that he can fake his own death. He uses this against his father out of desperation, having finally hit his breaking point after getting his invitation to NRC. His father refused to let him go and locked him in his room with barred windows and no way to escape. He used his ability to appear dead when his father came to give him some food, and went to get the police. When he returned with the police however, Zero was gone - and what the police found was evidence of all the illegal activity that his father had been involved in. So as their father was taken away, he disguised himself and waited outside the slums for the carriage to come and get him.

After being sorted into Scarabia, he started to live pretty comfortably. He decided to go by the name Bishop Ruggeri, bishop based on a chess piece and his last name a small reminder of his brother who he never forgot. He never imagined to meet his brother in one of their classes together.

Things between Ruggie and Bishop are...tentative. After a rather awkward and emotional reunion, they traded notes on their survival tactics and swapped stories. Shared their unique magic with eachother and general information on who they were now. However they both have a difficult time connecting on certain things. They’re both from rather rough backgrounds and despite being twins, they have a hard time instantly trusting the other. They’re still closed off and do their own things, but there are some (Kalim, it’s Kalim) who would like to see them act like proper siblings again. Will that ever happen? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

[buckgasms]

Elskan Mín - Pt. IV

I realised if I want to know what happens in this story I actually have to write it which is rude.

Anyway it's finally the wedding day!! I hope you enjoy it and I'm excited for the next part - I hope you enjoy and please leave comments as it helps me to keep going 😬

After your meeting with Bucky you were keen to get the ceremony over and start your life anew.

After your maids had helped you dress and tied your hair into intricate knots and plaits you were left by yourself for a moment of quiet.

You opened a little box that you had kept since you were a child. Inside was a small necklace with an emerald stone hanging from a leather loop. It was your mother's, you'd found it one afternoon when you were little, recognising it from your foggy memories of her. It had been discarded by your father, tossed haphazardly into a fireplace. But his carelessness meant it survived the flames and you found it, kept it for just this moment. She was with you today...

Your maids returned with arms full of flowers that were to be placed in your hair and weaved into your clothes. You looked like a goddess by the time they had finished with you. You couldn't help but laugh along with their excitement and you felt lighter than you had in years.

As the afternoon moved into evening fires were lit and the sounds of laughter and excitement filled the air. You were ready and waiting when your father appeared into your tent. His eyes took you in and you thought he was going to give you a compliment. Then his eyes flicked to your necklace.

"Where did you get that?" He whispered hand reaching out a little as if to grab it from you. "I found it.... A long time ago...." You laid your hand over it, protecting it, letting it give you strength. He paused for a moment before huffing. "I am to take you to the alter now. Let's get this nonsense over with...."

You wanted to scream at him. He was so ignorant and horrible. But if you could get through this walk with him, you would be free forever. So you followed him to the door of the tent and stepped out to your future.

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You gasped as you found your route covered in flowers and soft grasses that acted as a carpet to take you to Bucky. You couldn't help but smile as people cheered and sighed at you as you walked by. Your eyes sparkled with tears, overwhelmed by the love that surrounded you. You wanted to run, laughing and crying to the end, but you remembered you are a princess and sometimes you have to take your time.

Finally you reached the middle of the camp that had been your home for the last week. A huge firepit sat in the middle of a little square of people. Bucky stood with some kind of priest on a dias. You spotted Natasha, Steve and other friends smiling at you. Your brother stood sullen among them, you wondered if he was nursing a hangover still. But you didn't care because you were led right to Bucky, your legs wobbling a little bit but he took your hands in his and steadied you.

His face was lit by the glow of the fire and he was smiling at you. It was like no smile you'd ever seen. It make you breathless and you returned it, with a beaming smile of your own. Tears fell down your cheeks but you didn't care, you just squeezed his hands tighter.

The ceremony passed in a blur, you struggled to keep up with everything that was said. You were aware of being asked if you would be faithful, honour your king and husband, love without condition and uphold the duties of both Queen and wife. You agreed with enthusiasm and felt relieved when your voice, which carried across the silent crowd, was met with cheers and claps. You were equally relieved when Bucky answered with equal vigor and pulled you in for an unscripted kiss, which again brought the crowd to a cheer. The final part of the ceremony was to walk around the fire, hands bound with rope as the priest sang some chant you hadn't heard before. By the time you made it around you were smiling again and the crowd was filled with excitement and joy. You turned to face him and he reached to you, cupping your cheek with his free hand and pulled your face to his. The most perfect kiss was the beginning of your married life.

"We did it" you whispered to him, the grin unable to leave your lips and he chuckled and pecked your lips. "Are you happy darling?" He said, helping you unknot the rope around your wrist. You looked up at him and giggled. "Happy yes, but also starving!" He laughed and kissed you again before shouting to the crowd. "My wife is hungry! Let us feast!"

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You felt so much happier sitting next to Bucky as you ate and drank. You watched the crowd, smiled and laughed at the entertainment and music, occasionally chatting to Natasha who pointed out various people of interest and taught you little things about the culture you had just joined.

But mostly you were turned to Bucky, wrapped up in warm furs, eyes locked to his, hands held tight in his.

"When do we leave for your castle?" You asked him, wrapping your arms around his, wide eyes pleading with him. He smiled and kissed your nose, "Day after tomorrow my love. We have a little more to do as man and wife here."

You flushed and hid your face into his cloak, and you felt his body shake with chuckles. "It's not that my darling" he laughed and pulled your face to look at him, "although...I am looking forward to being with you tonight."

You thought your head was going to burst from embarrassment, but you nodded gently and gripped his hand tighter. "Me too."

[absolutepokemontrash]

They Grow Up So Fast

Masterlist

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Part of the one year anniversary of the Half Demon series!!!

Warnings: Use of alcohol

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April 20, three days until Venus’ birthday.

“I forbid you from growing older.”

Lucifer was staring down his brothers and niblings’ report cards, while Venus lay flat on their stomach on the floor of his study, gleefully playing with the cat.

The Avatar of Pride’s head was buzzing and his vision was growing hazy, but he was sure he hadn’t had too much Demonus. Venus looked up at him, propping their head up on an outstretched hand.

“Why, father? Are you getting sentimental in your old age?” The child cheekily asked.

Lucifer sighed and clicked his pen impatiently. “No, I’m just worried about the amount of laws you’ll be able to break and get sent to the dungeons for when you eventually become of age.”

Venus scoffed and rolled onto their back, picking up their cat and holding him above them. “I’m not that much of a troublemaker, father. Besides, Dia would never arrest me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.” Venus put on a self important smirk and cuddled Detective Toe Beans to their chest. “I’m too adorable.”

It was Lucifer’s turn to scoff and shake his head. The words and numbers on the report cards had begun to blur, which was a sign that maybe Lucifer should head to bed. The demon needed to sleep sometime after all.

“It’s getting late, Venus.” Lucifer squinted and looked at the clock on the wall, completely ignoring the portable and easier to read digital clock in his DDD, yet another sign that he had drunk a little too much to be awake. “Go to bed, you have school tomorrow.”

“Father it’s Friday,” Venus pulled out their DDD and checked the time. “Well, it was Friday.”

“What I said before wasn’t a suggestion, to bed with you. On the double.”

Venus snickered and pulled themselves off the floor, picking up Bean and adjusting their glasses. They gave Lucifer a mock two fingered salute before turning on their heel and heading to their room.

“Alright then ‘sir’, I’m going, I’m going.”

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Lucifer prepared to stand up, but when he wobbled on his feet, he slowly sank back into his office chair. Okay… maybe he needed to sit still for a second. Jesus… How much did he drink? It was less than half a bottle-

Lucifer stared at the label, then mentally face palmed, that was some strong Demonus he decided to break out, and for what? Reading report cards?

Another sigh escaped the demon’s lips as he rubbed his eyes. No, Lucifer was smart enough to know it wasn’t the report cards that had him leaning on Demonus.

His child was growing up. My my, how the mighty have fallen. Lucifer Morningstar, Avatar of Pride, right hand to the future king of Hell, an awful, evil demon, was upset at his child getting older before his very eyes.

Too soon… the demon thought, eying the bottle of Demonus before pouring a bit of it into his glass. I just got used to them, now they’re changing…

It seemed like only yesterday he was watching them stumble around the Devildom, they tripped over their own feet like they were still growing into their own body. Lucifer couldn’t help but note how much more confidently Venus carried themselves as of late.

He remembered how nervously they acted whenever they had to interact with him, how they stared up at him with such awe and reverence, but also mild embarrassment. It took Lucifer back to his days as an Angel, all his younger subordinates looking up at him like he was the greatest, most amazing thing they’d ever seen.

Now… Now Venus wasn’t afraid to sass him.

Venus had grown so comfortable in their time with him that they weren’t afraid to poke a good amount of fun at him. Not that Lucifer wasn’t afraid to fire back some teasing at them either, especially when he was teaching them how to fly.

Lucifer nearly burst into laughter as the memories flooded back, but they were cut off by an onslaught of hiccups. Stupid Demonus

His child was no flying prodigy, Lucifer knew that from the moment they first attempted to take flight. They crashed face first into the grass immediately. They hopped right back onto their feet and frantically brushed down their clothes, but neglected to wipe the grass stains off their face and glasses. That would be the first of many wipe-outs, but eventually, they could fly with almost zero difficulty.

Lucifer’s chest tightened as the laughter he was resisting faded. They learned so quickly… he’d never get to teach them that again…

He’d missed out on walking them to RAD on their first day… Mammon and Beel had done that. Lucifer was far too busy cursing himself for “ruining” Diavolo’s exchange program. Lucifer now cursed himself for taking so long to take actual interest in his child. He wondered what they looked like… he wondered if their face lit up when they saw the talking portraits, the moving statues, the magic used in each lesson… all these things that had become so mundane and normal to Lucifer, but extraordinary for them…

Lucifer then wondered… How much did he miss of them before the exchange program? Before he knew about them existing? Before he-

…

Before he cared…

First steps… First words… first time their wings grew in… first time magic sparked between their fingers…

So much he had missed… so much he’d never get back…

Lucifer shifted in his seat, his grip tightening on his glass. Razor thin cracks began to form beneath his gloved fingers as his hand shook slightly.

He’d never get those moments back…

Lucifer placed his glass down on his desk, the liquid inside was untouched. The demon yawned and stretched his back and arms before he rose from his seat. He needed to get some sleep…

After closing his office door, switching off the lights in the library, and making his way down the hall, he heard a noise from the kitchen followed by frantic shushing.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh you shhhhh!”

Lucifer peeked his head into the kitchen, and saw Venus, knees up on the counter, reaching up for one of Beel’s boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Cecil, was standing on the ground, holding two boxes of thin mints and looking guilty as all hell.

“I thought I told you to go to bed.”

At the sound of Lucifer’s voice, Venus jumped and shrieked, toppling off the countertop. If it weren’t for Lucifer lunging forward and catching them, they would probably have gotten a concussion.

“Theft, really, you two?” Lucifer cooed. Venus, still wide eyed and shocked, looked from Lucifer, to the box of cookies, to Cecil, then back to Lucifer.

“Uh…” Venus bit their lip, then held up the box of chocolate caramel cookies that they had grabbed. “Cookie, father?”

After a moment of silence, and Venus gently shaking the box as if to entice him, Lucifer barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“Both of you, off to bed. Now.”

“Yes sir…” both of them mumbled. Venus tried to wiggle out of Lucifer’s arms, but Lucifer didn’t let up, he simply smiled and carried them down the hall to their room.

“Are you gonna…” Venus laughed nervously. “Put me down?”

“No, I can’t trust you.” Lucifer said, trailing after Cecil. “Enjoy your cookies then go to sleep, I’m not about to let your sleep schedule go to hell.”

“But we’re in hell-”

“Quiet, you.” Lucifer gently plopped Venus down into their bed, and watched as they quickly squirmed under the covers. They placed their glasses on their nightstand and dug their hand into the box of cookies.

“You sure you don’t want a cookie, father?”

“I’m quite sure.”

“Ah, right, old men only like hard candies.” Venus said with a smile. “Anyway, goodnight, father.”

“Goodnight Venus.”

“Night uncle Lucifer.” Cecil said from their bed.

“Mmmmm…” Ash added, half awake and stuffing a few thin mints into their mouth. “Night…”

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a burst of warmth spread through his chest. Maybe it was the Demonus, maybe it was love, maybe it was the acceptance of being able to make new memories like this as Venus got older, but one thing was certain…

Lucifer needed to go to bed, because he could barely stand.

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Author’s Note

Guess who convinced herself the anniversary of this fic series was next week and not this week..? Ya girl right here.

Ah well, you’ll get the rest of the fic over the course of the next three days! I’ll be sure to be extra sappy in the author’s notes!

[yes-another-obey-me-blog]

Hiya! If your requests are open, I would love to put one in for a poly relationship between lucifer, diavolo and mc (as mates) <3

oOOooOooo I love poly stuff~~~ I’m assuming ABO because of you want mates.

Poly Lucifer x GN! Mc x Diavolo 

Mc’s secondary sex is not mentioned.

It was warm, to warm it felt like you were being smothered by heat. Opening your eyes you were squished into your mate's chest, one of his arms around your shoulders and legs intertwined with his.  Shifting you felt another arm around your waist pressing your waist to his.  This would be nice if you weren't burning up, the combined body heat was making you sweat. You pushed at Diavolo's chest, "My prince, let me up." You wiggled in his grip and started to move your legs. He hummed and opened his eyes a bit.

"And why would I do that my unity?"  There it is, that nickname he uses to get his way, unity.  Not because you held him and lucifer together, but because you were unifying the realms.  The unity that brought the three realms together.  He closed his eyes and pulled you closer to him, "We have today off, let's sleep in unity..."  You wiggled more.

"As much as I would love to sleep in I can't with you two boiling me alive~~"  Opening his eyes again he takes a closer look at you and notices the sweat and the discomfort on your face.  He blinks once, twice, and with little effort flips you both to where you're on the outside and he's in the middle, yanking you out of Lucifer's hold.  The alpha wakes with a growl and you can't see it but you're sure he's scowling.  Lucifer raises up and glares at the apex that's shaking with laughter.

"Sorry dearest, didn't mean to wake you."   "Of course you didn't,"  Lucifer growls not believing a word your mate said.  Hoping to calm him you reach out to him and brush your fingers across his face.  He takes your hand in his and kisses the inside of your wrist, "Morning my love."  Just the sound of his morning voice sends shivers through you.  Climbing over Diavolo Lucifer kisses you, "Now it's a good morning love."

"Don't forget me, Dearest, ~" Diavolo leans in to kiss Lucifer but is met with Lucifer pushing his face away.  Dia's face squished ageist Lucifer's hand as he looks up at him with a pout.  "Deawist why'd yoouu stwp me?"  He speaks with his face squished. 

"Because you woke me up by ripping our love from me, so no kisses for you. All. Day." He smirks and pushes Dia's face away from him and swings his leg over the bed and gets up.

"Dearest all day?!"  Diavolo lets you go and get up, "That's not fair!!" He whines.  For a prince, he acts like a child sometimes, you hold back a laugh as you get up and grab Dia's shirt from last night.  The shirt shifts to fit your form, even though they said it was a simple enchantment it never ceases to amaze you.  The fabric can loosen and tighten at its own will, so no matter your shape it fits you comfortably.  You can hear Diavolo whining and Lucifer scolding him, shaking your head walking over to Lucifer’s dresser you steal a pair of blue boxers with the same enchantment.  

"Well if you two are going to keep "fighting" I'm going to get breakfast." You open the door only for Lucifer to gently close it.  You raise your brow at him.   "Don't worry about it Unity, I'll have Barbatos bring us something later."  He smiles when he sees you wearing his shirt, "As much as I like you wearing my clothes you shouldn't have gotten dressed." Diavolo rises off the bed.  "A useless effort but not unwelcome."  Lucifer hums in agreement and runs his hands down your chest, waist and settles on your hips.  Hands playing with the waistband of his stolen boxers.  Feeling cheeky you push ageist him, he growls into your neck as a warning.  

"I don't know~" you tease, "I'm pretty hungry, maybe you should convince me to stay?"  Making direct eye contact with Diavolo and grinding on Lucifer you smirk. "If you can Alpha~"  Lucifer’s teeth dig into your neck forcing a groan from you as Diavolo pulls out his D.D.D and puts it to his ear.  You can hear it ringing, you narrow your eyes in confusion only to grin when Dia's golden eyes meet yours and he says: Clear my weekend Barbatos, I've had something important pop-up.

[ruewrites]

If your requests are open, may I request a dialuci fic where Dia gets extra lonely and since Luci has known him for so long that he notices pretty quickly so shows up at the castle after work to talk to him and make him feel less alone? 👉👈

Meanings Carried in Silence

AO3

Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 1090

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey Anon! Sorry this was super late! I’m hoping to finish up my requests soon!I hope that you like this!

“Sulking isn’t fit for a future king.”

The voice startled him. Diavolo hadn’t been expecting anyone. Why should anyone come follow him? It wasn’t like he had wanted anyone to follow him. He just needed to get away for a bit, to forget why he  was feeling the way he was in the first place. Well, maybe forget wasn’t the right word. He knew what made him upset. Diavolo knew he would constantly be surrounded  by people who were surrounded by other people.

He was an outside observer.

There would always be something separating him from everyone. The sooner he accepted that the better off he’d be. It wasn’t forgetting that was the issue, it was accepting. 

He was the Devildom’s prince, people were intimidated by that, and therefore he would remain alone.

“I wasn’t sulking,” his voice came out a little more deflated than he would have liked, “I just wanted to enjoy the fresh air is all. It’s a lovely night out.”

Lucifer’s silhouette darkened his doorway in silence. Dia could feel it closing in on him, and the next thing he knew, Lucifer was by his side.

“You could have fooled me,” Diavolo couldn’t help but take note of how beautiful he looked. The Devildom’s moon gleamed off of his porcelain skin, his eyelashes were so delicate, and those red eyes were brighter than the most precious of rubies within his treasury. If only Diavolo could capture his beauty. Even his voice was wonderful, “You’ve been acting odd ever since you invited my brothers and I to come over for dinner two evenings ago."

Of course Lucifer caught on. There was very little that managed to slide past him, and that was one of the countless things that Diavolo admired and adored. However, in this moment, he wished that he could've slipped into the blind spot of those wonderful ruby eyes.

"Have I now?"

"Diavolo."

He could fly away. He could leave. He could keep running from his problems. He could tell Lucifer to leave him to dwell on his loneliness.

But the petulant child within him started to stomp his feet. He screamed about his loneliness and cried out about wanting to stay especially when the object of his affections was so close. 

What would life have been like if he hadn’t been born a prince?

Lucifer moved closer so that their elbows were touching. The small amount of contact was nice, and he knew it was rare coming from Lucifer making it ever more sweeter.  “I think I shall stay out here with you for a while,” Lucifer sighed, “It’s nice, and much quieter. It gives me time to think and reflect.”

“I would have thought that you’d be accustomed to loud noisy places.”

“Perhaps. But that doesn’t mean I don’t long for times when I can hear myself think.”

“And you feel like that is with me?”

Lucifer chuckled, and in a moment of comfort leaned against the prince, “Not all the time no, but you certainly do allow me to sometimes. But you also worry me when you’re not talking. It’s not like you.”

Lucifer knew him well. They’d been together for so long now, even when they hadn’t been together together. Diavolo wasn’t sure when his head rested on top of Lucifer’s or when raven black wings wrapped securely around him, but he appreciated it. He’d never felt more secure than when he was with Lucifer, and for a few moments he didn’t feel so incredibly alone. He allowed himself to believe that he could have a future with someone else, a moment with someone else.

And that gave him something to look forward to.

“You’re tired,” Lucifer noted, “You feel heavy.”

“I’ve been getting enough sleep.”

“It’s a different type of heaviness Diavolo.”

Slowly they slipped down to the floor, Lucifer’s feathers carefully cradling him as he was guided down. It was hard to read Lucifer’s expressions. Diavolo knew that deep down that was part of the reason he enjoyed seeing him flustered. When those alabaster cheeks were bright red, Diavolo didn’t feel so lost with what he was doing. But the more he’d learned about Lucifer, the more confident he felt about knowing what was most likely going on in that pretty head of his. The slightest of smiles, the small crinkle of his brow, it was all easy for Diavolo to read now. His hand flowy reached up to caress the cold skin of his cheek, just to make sure the man before him was real. It was an action he repeated more and more when he was in moods like this one. It was the only reassurance he had that Lucifer was still there.

Either he had pulled Lucifer in, or Lucifer had started moving on his own, but their foreheads pressed together and Diavolo’s true form slowly started to slip. Wings and horns tangled together, trying to find somewhere comfortable to rest. Soft feathers found Diavolo’s fingers and a shudder ran through Lucifer, but he wasn’t told to stop. He removed a few of the loose ones, it was a mild and gentle grooming but it helped the prince alleviate any sense of lingering loneliness. Lucifer’s lips met his nose as they lingered there on the floor, and Diavolo lifted his head to meet his eyes.

“You aren’t alone.”

He knew.

Of course he knew. 

Diavolo was like an open book and Lucifer only needed to thumb through his pages to find any little detail about him that he needed. It was comforting and made his heart a little lighter. He could have said that he knew, that he was confident that the people around him were really there and that they’d stay. That he knew they’d stay with him forever and that he could be at peace. Instead his words came out in a whisper, “Thank you.”

The prince’s head moved to Lucifer’s chest as long and delicate fingers ran through deep red locks. Larger hands ran alongside Lucifer’s back, carefully touching along his wings. No words flew between them, they weren’t needed. 

All Diavolo needed was the soft thud of Lucifer’s heartbeat and both of their arms wrapped around each other. 

This was all Diavolo needed in all of the three realms, and he’d give up everything and anything for this and only this. Nothing could compare to the feelings Lucifer awoke within him and the comfort he provided through love. Through being a prince he had everything, but all he really needed was this.

[paperstarwriters]

The arcana crew as beast-kin

Why? Because I wanna :P

General notes:

Everyone is based off of the card they’re associated with

Beast-kin tend to have magic that lets them look human (three forms; 1: anthropomorphic beast, 2: human with animal ears/wings and tails, and them as a normal human—I’ll be focusing on the animal aspects)

Just because they can do glamour magic doesn’t mean they can do other types of magic.

They still have their familiars, don’t worry.

If you wanna reference for the first form, just watch Beastars. The design is pretty similar (mainly thinking about the birds)

If you wanna reference for beast-kin in general check out the manga “Milady Just Wants to Relax” it’s what I’ve based the abilities off of and just beast-kin in general.

Asra

This sly fox :)

It’s probably because of my ties with anime but I imagine him like a multi-tailed fox

It’s purely so that you have more tails to cuddle and snuggle with.

You know how when foxes are in the snow they leap into the air then get their whole upper half stuck in the snow?

Well, when Asra hears something they want to catch, or they’re playing with Faust, they sometimes just... well....

It’s funny to see honestly.

Lowkey acts like a dog sometimes. They Loves the pats and chin scratches he can get and will whine until you give him more.

Sometimes you wake up to their tail(s) in your face. Good or bad, you decide.

In most folklore that have them, foxes aren’t exactly trusted, so often, Asra uses his glamour to make himself look like a human. However, when a customer runs unsavoury or maybe there’s just some mean brat that he wants to scare, his shadow still shows off his ears and tail(s)

Cuddles??? Cuddles!!!! Foxes are just so fluffy... Asra is no different. (In fact he might just be even fluffier)

Hate to delve a little into angst territory, but as a child since he was an orphan and all, Asra probably learned to basically act like a dog or a cat depending on the person to get more food, or to convince them that they’re a harmless beast-kin.

Nadia

Design wise, I love humanoid bird designs with their wings doubling as their arms and hands. Don’t ask me how this works logically right now we’re talking about crazy fantasy elements anyways, let me have this.

One thing I cannot get out of my mind is:

Nadia has her back to Lucio and he’s just talking and chattering nonsense. Then Lucio says something insanely stupid or offensive and whoever is talking to Lucio can see Nadia behind him just—

Whips her freaking head around 180°

It’s worse if she’s somewhere dark cause then you just see two red eyes coming into view as she slowly turns to glare at you.

Our queen is proud of her pretty talons, honestly probably spends a day sharpening them with Portia.

Goes out flying with Chandra at dusk if she has the time, and if you can fly (via spells, wings, a broomstick, etc.) you’re welcome to come along

Super accurate hearing. Honestly. It’s hard to hide an injury from Nadia even without her being an owl but she hears you Yelp in pain on the other side of the palace and she’s there in minutes.

Pretty problematic when she has headaches though :(

Preen feathers with her!! She’ll love having you card your fingers though her feathers making them less itchy. You’ll often help her preen after a bath, but honestly she’ll appreciate the sentiment anywhere but during an important meeting. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re providing her such wonderful affection.

Please don’t make owl jokes. She doesn’t like them. Sometimes she just avoids saying “who” so people don’t make that annoying joke. (It’s Natiqa’s favorite joke to make please spare Nadia the pain.)

“...and to whom will I be sending this?” “don’t you mean to “who” Dia?” *glare*

Julian

This is a happy raven ok? HAPPY. no birdie in a cage, ok?

The look we all know is probably his second form leaning to the first. Nadia’s would look somewhat similar

Crows & ravens are pretty dramatic birds. Reminds you of someone doesn’t it?

Idk if Edger Allan Poe even exists in this world, or any variant of it, but if it does... ooohhh if it does... this guy is totally gonna recite the poem in a dramatic flourish, and when he’s drunk you can sometimes find him chanting “ever more” same applies to any and all raven/crow themed media.

Screams. A lot. “Caw, caw b**ch” or “quoth the raven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Once convinced a bunch of birds to just go n take a dump on Lucio & his statue. He helped the servants clean when the work was dumped on them but they all agreed the bleat he made was hilarious(more on that later)

Shiny thing collector. Portia tried to get him to clean his stuff up but he has since bribed her out of it with a ball of yarn.

He and Portia make an odd pair of siblings, they’re still pretty much the same though. Crows are kinda just cats with wings.

“One day Illia, I’m probably just gonna eat you.”

*overly dramatic offended gasp*

All in good humor lol

Speaking of, their familiars are the same animal as they are!

So sometimes Julian scoops up Malak and says in a dramatic fashion (because however else would he say it) “I’ve found you my long lost brother! Oh how I’ve missed you!”

Portia does the same (more on that later)

Because his sister is a cat, Julian sometimes does a lot of cat-like things. (Case in point, he bleps. Tongue just kinda left out after yawning or something.)

Flies around with Malak often, like Nadia does, and sometimes carries Portia around with him. Will do the same for you if you want him to, sometimes if you don’t want him to as well. Expect to be grabbed from the ground and flown up into the sky at some point.

Bread. Boy loves his lobster claws but bread is a close second. “Aww yisss motha freaking bread crumbs”

Sometimes on a bad day, he just walks in dragging Pepi behind him who has her mouth latched on his tail

Portia

(If this were modern times) “you know, like, nya~!”

Look. Portia is so sweet to be around. But take that plus PURRING? And a soft as all frick FUR?

Honestly I think that sometimes when with Nadia has a bad headache, Portia purring is a great way to calm her down. You—you lucky MC, get to fall asleep to that.

She falls asleep on your lap and you are stuck there. Bound by a rule that transcends time and space. Her purring does little to aid the fact that YOU NEED TO PEE. The universe does not care of your internal tides, for your lover, who is also a cat, rests in your lap.

When she’s chasing down Julian for something stupid he often yells about being hunted. All in good fun!

“Mazelinka!!! Portia’s hunting me again!!!” “I wouldn’t be chasing you if you’d just clean your stuff!!!!”

Small boxes are her jam! Julian hates them, and like other birds doesn’t like closed spaces, but Portia loves em.

Good at squeezing into and out of tight places. Which is really helpful for sneaking around, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Swishy swishy tail.

Cast a little light spell for her to case down. She loves it, you love it, Pepi loves it— everyone wins! (Except for the furniture she crashes into)

Yes, she has picked up Pepi before and yelled very loudly for Julian to hear (often after he’s made the joke of his long lost brother Malak) “Oh Pepi, you’re my favorite sister!!!”

On a bad day, Malak may be found in Portia’s mouth. He’s completely unharmed if only a little ruffled, but it’s gotta be a pretty bad day to find her doing that.

If Camio is in her mouth it’s same business as always. She won’t kill hem either but if Mr. Sh**bird doesn’t shut up she’ll make him shut up. You don’t even know why he keeps coming back.

Not all cats like cuddling, but like Pepi, Portia LOVES it. So long as you’re the right person and not someone unpleasant.

Please don’t step on the tail.

As much as she doesn’t like baths she still does properly was herself. She just really doesn’t like it when her fur is all wet and clings to her body. Do you have a spell to dry her off quickly? Please use it. Save her the misery.

Muriel

pretty sure he’s even bigger as a bear. Like, it’s probably because of the added fur but— woah... Big. Bear.

Big arse bear with scars is SUPER intimidating buuuuut you saw him sitting in the sunlight with Inanna once, just napping in the sun. He looked so peaceful and so dang fluffy!!

He enjoys headpats and gets very flustered at belly rubs. He’s seen you do so to Inanna many times probably kinda wanting you to do the same to him though he would never willingly admit it.

When you two get closer expect to spend some time with his head in your lap. Pat his head rub his ears, Inanna may get jealous if you don’t also provide her attention

Just don’t let him fall asleep there, he’s gonna have a sore back later and you’re going to have numb legs.

Hunting, swimming, carrying you, this boy can do it all.

Unlike his usual(cannon) self, Muriel probably doesn’t carve any bear statures. The only one he’d have was probably a gift from Asra. Carves birds, bunnies, foxes, and wolves instead. Does NOT carve goats. Never have never will.

Again I hate to go int angst but Muriel probably wants to get his claws removed somehow. It’d hurt and it probably insanely unsafe, but they were used as weapons before and its one of the things on him that everyone is afraid of. If he could he’d probably try to change his teeth too.

Show him that claws aren’t something to be feared. They don’t have to be a weapon. They help him climb and hunt food and sometimes to even carve wood. Like humans and knives, his claws aren’t bad or inherently evil, and neither is he.

Giant. Teddy Bear. You will be getting hugs and falling asleep with a Giant Teddy Bear.

He probably keeps in his mostly human form though, because he stands out less that way and he looks a little less intimidating.

Short little bear tail on his butt. Plz don’t touch, he’s going to be blushing so hard if you do (let’s be honest, that’s all the more reason to do so)

In “Milady Just Wants to Relax” Beast-kin are feared as monsters and I don’t think it’d do Muriel any good to have to live with that kind of fear from everyone. However, when you come around un afraid and eager to provide head-pats, but patient enough to let him get comfortable with it, Muriel will probably start using less energy to try and glamour himself.

Sometimes he’s so caught up with you that when you go to the market together he forgets to cast a glamour. While some do get scared off most of the people who you buy from are only a little surprised and take things in stride. They still treat him like he’s human, and he’s forever grateful for that.

If I could write a beast-kin version of his route, the moment you and Muriel meet Morga is probably when you first realize he isn’t human. And it’s because Morga pointed it out.

“Why didn’t you fight? As a beast you’re stronger than them.”

He knows you’ve spent time with Asra but he probably assumed they kept it hidden from you most of the time.

Just love him please. Platonic or romantic doesn’t matter, just give him headpats and belly rubs and boop his nose. Keep him assured that you aren’t afraid of this giant teddy bear.

Lucio

We know of both first and second forms. They’re pretty much cannon, but just not a ghost.

Which means you finally get to pet the fluffy white fur.

This also means his horns can do an irritating amount of damage.

Also he’s so much more noisier now

*loud stupid goat noises*

It’s fun to make him bleat a lot. He tends to bleat when embarrassed. If you’re topping him expect a bleat every time you pin him to the wall.

Tries to butt heads with EVERYONE. Please stop him, Lucio is the only prey animal in the lineup!

Seriously, how has he survived this long?? Muriel is a bear! he could just.... chomp.

not that he would obviously, but I don’t think Asra would hesitate after what he’s done to you and his parents...

Portia too for that matter, if she realized that Lucio had forcefully given Julian the plague, Lucio would be forever running from a feral cat.

I know he’s probably skilled in fighting or whatever, enough to take down various fantastical beasts, but stiiiiiiilllll.....

Is it obvious I dislike Lucio?

Grouchy bias aside, Lucio is really good at climbing. Like I’m pretty sure he’s a sword fighter so just imagine him leaping onto ledges in order to get the high ground.

Still uses eyeliner. I don’t know how since he has fur sometimes, but yeah, he still somehow uses eyeliner.

Honestly he probably keeps in a mostly human form or just entirely human form for that reason exactly. It’s just easier to look good when he’s more human.

But if you wanna pet his luxurious fur then he is all but willing to take on his goat form. In fact, if he turns into his goat form around you (which is always) he pretty much expects you to brush his fur or just run your hands through his fur. He will whine very loudly if you don’t.

Spare everyone else’s ears (especially Nadia’s) and just give him the head pats.

[imagine-lcorp]

Folie à Deux (One Shot)

A/N: Hello guys!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND FELIZ DIA DE MUERTOS/HAPPY DAY OF THE DEAD to all of you wonderful people. Here I come once again to share a lil one shot to celebrate this already gone spooky season but i hope you can still enjoy it. Bear with me as I try to pull some hannibal vibes over here. Let me know what you think and thank y’all for sticking around!!

Lena Luthor x Killer R//Word Count: 1,653

Content Warnings: Blood, Death, Murder, Guns, Corpses, Graphic Descriptions of Violence. 

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folie à deux. /fôˌlē ä ˈdœ/ French (n.) lit. madness for two; delusion or mental illness shared by two people in close association.

"I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you."  — Frida Kahlo.

Lena Luthor was no stranger to fear but never in her life had she faced such terror. She could feel it in the back of her head, making her afraid of every corner and shadow of her own house. She could feel it in her chest as she forced her lungs to take steady breaths to calm the erratic beating of her heart. She could feel it in her skin, tuning her fingers cold as she gripped her gun tighter, with every careful step she took to get behind you.

"You're home earlier." Your voice, as soothing as ever, made her stop dead in her tracks.

She saw you, turning around and looking at her with attentive eyes. When you noticed the gun in her hand, you tilted your head. You smiled softly, wondering how much time was left, either before the police and her friends arrived or before she pulled the trigger on you.

"Is that for me?" You asked and, in her shock, Lena managed a small nod. "Such peculiar gifts we come bearing, don't you think?"

Your smile never faltered. She could still notice it as you turned your attention at the painting that was now installed in the central wall of her living room. She stood a few steps behind you and observed. You had just finished it, that much she could tell by the faint smell of paint fume and bright tones of the oils.

It was wonderful, like nothing you had ever showed her before. A danse macabre done with a style so characteristic of you, in which two stark white skeletons seemed to dance and embrace each other. They were surrounded by a field of blood red poppies that, upon a closer look, resembled tiny skulls amidst an equal blood-red sunset...or was it a sunrise? She would have to ask you, just like whose blood was it.

"Is that blood?" She couldn't take her eyes off the painting. Not even after the question had left her lips and her instincts screamed at her to run for her life.

"Burnt sienna and a hint of Prussian blue. Although you know I prefer the real stuff, I wouldn't want anyone to take it away from you in search of evidence." You said, enjoying your own clever remarks. "What do you think?"

"I didn't think you cared about criticism in your work." Lena replied, unable to recall a time when you had ever asked someone else's opinion about your work.

"Art, like love, is the reflection in which we can see ourselves through other's eyes. So I care when it comes to you." You turned again to look at her. "Tell me, Lena, what do you see?"

Lena looked back at you and what she saw in your eyes made her catch her breath. Madness and love, all mixed up together. A look that seemed to reach within the darkest part of her soul and, instead of trying to give it light, you marveled at it.

"You." She said taking a deep, shaky breath. "And me."

With barely a hint of hesitation, she took the last steps forward, placing herself right beside you. She looked at the painting, both a love letter and an omen of death.

"When I saw the photos of the murders, all I could see was you. From the blood paintings hanging from walls to the bodies displayed in such surreal forms. The bullets and the knives, the wounds and the cuts. You were there, in every detail."

She could remember the first time she ever saw pictures from the crime scenes and feeling as if she had been seeing photos from a gallery exhibition. Each body they had found had been displayed in the most bizarre and beautiful shapes and poses. Bones, flesh and skin, all arranged in forms she didn't know were possible for the human body. She had been horrified at first about it all but, the more she looked, she hadn't been able to deny there was certain grace and elegance in the killer's doing. Whoever had done it, she had thought, was a genius of their own morbid talent.

"Then, when they gave me the list of victims, all I could see...was myself." She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Each crime scene had come along with a list of victims too. The police had identified them with varying degrees of difficulty. Some names had been hard to find while others had been too obvious to even pretend they hadn't recognized them the moment they had seen their twisted faces. However, as different those victims seemed to be between each other, what tied them together were their own crimes. Abusive husbands and wives, child molesters, unethical practitioners, corrupt officials and political leaders with their own dark intentions. People that, even Lena recognized, no one wanted wandering on the face of earth.

Your latest victim had been the judge that had let Edge go free on bail. All her efforts to put him behind bars for good had mean nothing. Then she heard the news. His body had been displayed on his own court, hanging from the ceiling in his black robes, with a band covering his eyes. His chest had been opened and in his hand he held a pair of scales. His heart laid there, weighed against a black feather, ready to be devoured.

The real shock of the murder, however, came after a single detail was revealed. Their blood. The judge and the rest of victims had been drained of their blood before exposing their bodies.

She had never thought too much about it, because there had been nothing to think about when you told her red was one of your favorite colors. It frustrated sometimes, as a painter, how hard it was to find a shade of red as bright and vivid as that of blood. Fortunately, you had learned a long time ago how to make your own red pigments and oils, using the blood of animals, usually pigs whose death was more meaningful than their lives anyway, you had said.

"I wanted to make something beautiful out of such grotesque people." You sighed and turned your head to look at her. "Turning lead into gold with every drop of blood and every stroke, each one an offering and an amend. Is my vision so different from yours? Is yours that different from mine if we want the same?"

"I wanted justice. This is not it." She said resolute, feeling again the metal of the gun against her fingers. "This is only the aftermath of your own judgment."

"Could you say then, in your judgement, if I was fair on my own?"

"If I say you were then every crime of yours is one I have performed too."

"And I recall, you would have wanted it a few times."

Were the deaths of those men and women justified? Had their own acts been so evil that you had to pay them in kind? She remembered how bad had she wanted it sometimes, to make justice by her own hand because it seemed more reliable than a justice court. That much she could understand about your deeds and maybe that was enough for her.

"It's all the same. If there is no justice, then let it be reckoning." You looked at the gun in her hand and raised a brow. "Isn't that why you have come?"

"I have to stop you." Lena said, and you would have expected her to be quick about it. For her to raise her hand and point her gun, to pull the trigger and be done with it in a heartbeat.

But she didn't move.

"Here." You moved your hand slowly towards hers. She didn't even flinch as she watched you hold her fingers against the gun and raise her hand towards your chest. The hand of an artist, the hand of a killer. "Turn my blood into gold. Let them have their reckoning."

Still, she didn't move.

It was the moment Lena understood it all and became truly afraid. Afraid, not about pulling the trigger, not about shooting you through the heart, but to have life and death dancing on her fingertips. To choose with no remorse but with a clear conscience and blood in her hands. So easy, she had thought, to end your life and watch it vanish through your eyes.

"I can't." She said, and you felt her fingers loosen up. "I do not have your talents for this."

You took the gun and looked at it for a moment before looking back at Lena. "You do. It just takes a little practice."

In the distance, the sound of sirens filled the streets. You had been left with no more time.

"Now, come. Justice is upon us, and we don't want them to think you have been making deals with the devil."

Without another word, Lena could fathom what would follow next.

"No." She said with nostalgia already brimming in her eyes. "We have just been dancing around each other for a while."

You offered her a hand, with the other still holding the gun. "Soon the music's over, so let's give it one last chance."

Lena took your hand and, in a confident move, you spun her around. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of your body against her as you embraced her from behind. Then she felt too the barrel of the gun against her temple.

"Once I'm away, please, remember. I've only ever tried to show you beauty." Your soft breath tickled her ear as you whispered to her. "Can you see?"

When Lena opened her eyes, all she could see was red. The painting hung in front of you and it seemed to her as if you were both facing a mirror.

She felt no fear this time. "It's terrific."

[joonie-beanie]

Hi! I’m not sure if you answered this or not but how is bean’s relationship with the undateables? Also I just wanna say that I really love her! Your OC has really inspired me to write more about mine!

Ahhh, thank you both for asking about Bean and her relationships with the others!

Bean + Relationships with The Undateables:

Diavolo:

Bean will never admit it to Dia’s face, but she definitely has a thing for him. Tall, handsome, powerful prince?? Um, hell yes.

However, she acknowledges that he’s literally royalty, and that he’s pretty much unattainable. But! She’s okay with that. She enjoys being around Diavolo regardless, and the two get along well!

Throughout her time in the Devildom, the two manage to get closer. At first, she’s a little...shy of him. He’s such a big personality, and that kind of scares her. But once the two share a few lowkey, casual conversations, she feels much more comfortable.

And, of course, since Bean is a student in Diavolo’s exchange program, he is always gentlemanly towards her, but over time his need to feel kind to her shifts from a sense of responsibility, to a sense of friendship.

Bean is very easy going, and quite easy to talk to, and Diavolo enjoys that about her. She’s also willing to recount her more human experiences with him, which he loves.

Sometimes, when he’s not busy with RAD duties, and royalty stuff, he’ll take her out for a meal, just so the two can talk, and swap stories.

If Diavolo has a heavy workload, and Bean hears about it, she’ll definitely text him an encouraging message, reminding him to take care of himself, and to take a break if he can.

He thinks that’s really cute and sweet of her, and will sometimes ask her to come over for tea, or dinner, if he can spare the time in his schedule. (After all, even if he doesn’t need to thank her for simply caring about his well-being, he still wants to let her know how grateful he is that she takes the time to think of him).

Barbatos:

Their relationship truly starts when the brothers break out into a fight at Diavolo’s home, and Bean makes some sort of smart-ass comment while standing next to the royal butler. When he laughs, she feels comfortable enough to start a conversation with him, and they only become closer from there.

Compared to some of the others, Bean isn’t the best of friends with Barbatos, but they get along just fine. Whenever the two are in each other’s company, conversation comes naturally. Most of the time, they end up gossiping about the brothers (Barbatos has a lot of stories at his disposal, and she’s more than happy to listen).

And when the butler learns that Bean...well, is kind of at a loss on her nights to cook at the House of Lamentation (she honestly doesn’t know how to cook really any recipes from scratch), he offers to teach her a few simple ones, that the brothers are guaranteed to enjoy. 

So, they becoming cooking buddies. Every so often, the two will get together, and he’ll teach her a new recipe.

Aside from that, the two don’t have a very close knit friendship, but whenever Bean gets to spend time with the royal butler, she definitely has fun!

Solomon:

Bean is....not sure how to feel about Solomon. At least at first.

They’re both human, yet Solomon is so vastly different from her. He has a lot of demons and magic at his disposal, and for some reason, she gets...weird vibes from him sometimes. Like he’s not the nice person he always appears to be.

However, she tries not to get too caught up in her suspicions--she at least wants to give him a chance. So, whenever she sees him at RAD she makes small conversation with him.

Over time the two progress into a somewhat...asshole-like friendship. They make teasing comments, and take digs at one another when no one is watching.

Somtimes, Bean purposely tries to rile him up (I mean, she is a brat) to see if he’ll actually use his magic on her like he tends to threaten (usually he doesn’t, but...every so often, he’ll throw a fairly harmless spell her way, if she gets him mad enough).

Aside from being assholes to each other, Solomon is usually a good study partner if she needs one. He’s pretty well versed in many of the subjects taught at RAD, and despite this...Bean never actually asks him for help. She sits at her desk and glares at her textbook until Solomon comes over and asks if she’d like a study partner.

Then, he explains the contents to her that she’s not understanding. If she’s really stressed, he’ll lay off on his end of the teasing, but he’s still pretty cheeky. Ya know, patting her hair and saying “Look at you--you finally got it” (Sometimes she tries to smack him).

Simeon:

Bean honestly sees Simeon as something akin to an older brother. She doesn’t have any siblings, but if she did, she likes to imagine she’d have one like Simeon.

She definitely sees him as an angel--he’s so damn nice all the time.

Whenever the two see each other at RAD, it’s always a good time. Conversation is fun, and nice. 

And when Bean let’s it slip to him one day during one of Diavolo’s parties that she sees him as an older brother? (maybe she’s a little tipsy) Oh, Simeon is in love with that. He starts considering her to be a younger sister immediately.

It’s not like he wouldn’t check up on her before--he always was the type to send her random “hope you’re taking care of yourself” messages--but now he’s a little bit more protective.

If there’s ever a fight between her and one of the brothers, he’ll definitely try to march into the House of Lamentation to confront them about it (although Bean practically begs him not to).

He just wants to make sure she’s doing alright, and that the brothers are treating her well (not that he doesn’t trust them. He just knows how they can get).

Aside from the above, the two occasionally go out for meals together to catch up. They’re not around each other all the time, nor do they talk every day, but Simeon is someone she can rely on, and he can say the same for her.

Luke:

Bean has a...interesting relationship with Luke. 

As an only child, she grew up without really...interacting with people who weren’t her family, or kids her own age. So once she’s an adult, she has no idea how the hell to interact with kids.

It just feel so strange. She doesn’t want to baby talk to him, but she can’t just...have a conversation with him like he’s an adult, can she??? He definitely can act mature at times, but other times he’s yelling about nasty demons and running away, so what is she supposed to do???

With Simeon and Solomon’s reassurances, she slowly warms up to Luke.

Honestly, the minute Simeon tells her that Luke is aware of how awkward she is around him, and that it makes him feel bad, she seriously tries her best to get over her metal block and talk to him.

Over time, the two get more comfortable talking with each other. And by then end of the program, Luke basically considers Bean to be an older sister. (Simeon is like his brother, and Bean is like his sister :’))) how cute)

[dexpairs-blog]

My MC Ciel and Beelzebub headcanons

I'm bored so take this lol. Reminder that this hcs are PLATONIC. also, it's probably not all about Beel but uh,, idc. It also contains some general headcanons. I'm gonna do proper hcs for him maybe later lol

TW: mentions of trauma, Ch.16 related issues, cursing, Ciel being petty?? (idk ).

ah yes, ✨SOFT BIG BOY HOURS✨

At first Ciel was a little intimidated by him, because he's HUGE.

They bond over food, the First time they talked Beel asked them if they had food and they pulled out a bag with 20 cherryXplosion (it's a popular candy in Italy, it's also my favourite lol) and they shared it.

Also, when Beel got mad at Mammon for eating his custard he never touched Ciel, he never laid a finger on them.

He saw Mammon showing the custard in their mouth and Ciel refusing to swallow it bc it wasn't theirs.

He still destroyed their room tho rip-

When they shared a room it was kinda awkward lol, but they got along almost immediately. They started talking about foods and he learned that they were really picky because of their sensory issues.

So now when he know there's something they don't like HE'S WILLING TO TRADE, he trades something from his plate he knows they like with said food. He also learns how to cook foods in certain ways so they don't have a "yucky texture" as Ciel says.

Ciel Is so grateful for that🥺 they make him pasta, HOMEMADE pasta and HOMEMADE bolognese sauce as a thanks. Oop he's a fan of their cooking now.

Their relationship is really wholesome, they're just babies being babies.

After the pact with him they can be seen hanging out togheter often, he likes to carry Ciel around on his shoulders.

HIS HUGS ARE SO SOFT AND GENTLE 😭💕 while Ciel likes to squeeze him with all of their strenght he's really gentle with them. Baby boy know he could crush them if he's not careful.

He thinks it's adorable the fact that Ciel squeezes him as hard as they can but it doesn't affect him in the slightest, they're so tiny compared to him🥺

Ciel likes playing with his hands, they're huge. Sometimes when they get distracted at rad meetings they absentmindedly reach for his hand comparing it to their tiny one, HAJDYEKHDIS IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH AAAA.

They like to cup their cheeks with his hands for the same reason, his hand alone is just as big as their skull lol.

The brothers are jealous now-- now their all take turns to play with Ciel's cheeks AAAAA 😔

Dia also joins, don't leave him out 😡

Lol the meeting is completely forgotten now, they're all playing with their cheeks and tiny hands👀

This is what you get for being baby Ciel😡 jk jk-

The other side characters may or may not get involved as well.

Ok now some angst-

After the incident™ Ciel locked themselves in their room for a while and only got out for breakfast, rad, lunch and dinner.

Y'know, they just fucking witnessed their own death. And got almost killed for the 5/6th time, it's obvious that this kid had a lot of trauma to internalize.

After two weeks of this they just moved to purgatory hall, Lucifer was being bitchy bc their grades were getting lower.

Beel felt horrible, he knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't help to blame himself for this.

Belphie felt even worse, the whole House of Lamentation was a chaos when they left.

At first they didn't seem to realize how badly this whole thing affected the poor child, they slowly realized as the time passed.

They all felt like monsters not realizing that they not only made Ciel internalize so much trauma, but they also wanted them to act as if nothing happened AND the fact that they're Lilith descendant.

Meanwhile at purgatory hall, Ciel vented to Simeon and Solomon. They preferred to leave Luke out of this.

They stayed there for almost a month, Simeon basically became their therapist and so did Barbatos.

The healed from this pretty quickly thanks to them and Solomon and Luke distracting them.

For the time they were there they shared a bed with Luke, simeon didn't want them to sleep on the couch despite Ciel protesting and saying that it wasn't a big deal.

Ciel and Luke have matching pajamas you can fight me on this.

They also helped everyone around the dorm, Simeon had to do the laundry? Cool, can i help?(they ended up Just watching bc it was confusing-), Solomon do you need help with the dishes?, Luke lemme help you make dinner! Actually, why don't you just sit and relax? I'll do it for you!

Tbh Simeon and Solomon were surprised, Lucifer always complained about how messy they were or how they never helped him. (Lmao it's actually bc of his attitude- cause if you ask them they're always willing to help) and yes, they were messy but they try their best ok?

Also, they need Simeon ironing their clothes because they can't do it. Or they need Solomon to help them with the washing machine. They need help with the 'adult stuff' as they call it.

Simeon please teach this child how to fold clothes in the right way, their clothes are always full of wrinkles😫

At some point they just straight up go to Barbatos to help them with these things.

Ciel calls Simeon 'mom' unironically, Solomon jokes about it but they both don't care. He thinks it's so sweet🥺 him? A mom? He's soft. Solomon also thinks It's cute.

Lmao they influenced Luke and he does it too. He did it once by mistake and he's flustered lol.

Speaking of Luke, they always try to be a good example for him. Simeon really appreciates that, he's so grateful that they know where it's time to act mature.

That's why they're always the first option when he needs someone to babysit Luke.

BACK WITH THE BOYS

They all came to purgatory hall to apologize. Even LUCIFER and he was CRYING, him CRYING.

Ciel forgave them but they still stayed for a bit longer, they were still so uncomfortable around Belphegor.

At least they get to hang out togheter!

When they hang out it's just the two of them at first. They are still good friends and they helped him cope in a healthier way instead of stress-eating.

Belphie and Ciel actually became friends towards the end of the year, yes they made the pact during Diavolo's birthday party but they still didn't hang out much.

As i previously said, Ciel was petty at him, they would do everything to make him upset. By hogging Beel 24/7 to straight up pour a bucket of ice on his face when he's napping.

They would only smirk and say "now we're even" and then leave. He noticed how they would act tough around him even tho they were literally shaking in their boots and flinching every time he got close.

The kid has guts, he respects that.

They only stopped when they were told that it would also affect Beel, they felt bad.

From them on they just straight up avoided him.

Lucifer got fed up and locked them in a room togheter.

they both vented, and eventually Ciel forgave him completely.

Now Beel, Belphie and Ciel all hangout togheter :)

Happy Beel noises

Turns out Ciel and Belphie have a similar sense of humor

Beel is glad that their family is back togheter🥺

All of the brothers remind Ciel that they care about them a lot and not because of the fact they're Lilith's descendant, they constantly remind this to them.

Beel is always the one picking Ciel up from therapy, Lucifer decided it's best for them to see a therapist after this whole thing.

He was right. They go regularly and it helps a lot.

They go get ice cream togheter 😎

Sometimes Belphie joins too

Now Ciel and Belphie are always talking about running away togheter with Beel

LOL

Beel is glad their family got a new younger sibling.

Also, Beel, Belphie and Ciel have naps togheter, fight me.

Ciel is the little spoon, they just get squeezed between the two demons, it makes them feel safe.

[theatersanddemons]

I’m going to share with you all one of my favorite scenes I’ve roleplayed with my partner.

Notes: Dia is Diamond (Balan and Fia’s child) and Nightlight is Lance and NiGHTS’ child

Nightlight refers to NiGHTS as ‘Nidad’ and Lance as ‘Nibi’

Dia refers to Balan as ‘Papa’, Fia as ‘Dad’ and Lance as ‘Zizi’

It’s a running joke that Dia burns things/sets things on fire by accident, they are not a pyromanic.

My partner plays Balan, Lance and Nightlight

I play NiGHTS, Dia and Fia

And no, I don’t constantly capitalize NiGHTS because it gets tiring

The ‘run over by a tractor’ bit is a reference to one of the chapter trailers

Balan gets in trouble with his mate

"Stop acting like I'm a pyromaniac!" Dia whined softly. "I don't try to set things on fire!"

"No, it's just sometimes you don't realize how hot you've made things or how much power you're putting into something." Fia chuckled softly, taking a slice as well and trying it. "Mm~ Agreed, you've definitely improved~"

"Thank you..." Now they're blushing at their parents' and best friend's praise.

"You're welcome my dear! Keep it up and you'll be making cuisine's like Lance in no time!" He gave his lil bean a kiss on the temple before making the other half of his slice disappear.

"I believe my parents would love to try this as well, I'll save them some for later." Nightlight grabbed 4 pieces and placed them on a napkin before floating away to the kitchen.

"You think so?" Dia perked, smiling bashfully.

"That reminds me, Lance still owes me a cooking contest." Fia chuckled softly cause their child to groan playfully.

"Oh no, not again!"

"A cooking contest? I'm afraid I missed when that became a reality. Is this a new concept?" Balan questioned, his head tiling to the side just a tad.

"Eh... not really? It's just a little thing for fun Lance and I have done a couple times. We take turns choosing a dish to make and have others try them." He shrugged.

"Him and Zizi are tied 3 for 3." Dia huffed playfully. "But the kitchen is a war zone when they do it."

"I can tell it drives my nibi insane with the clean up they have to do afterwards." Nightlight chimed in after flying back to sit beside Dia. "Things get quite interesting during those contests."

"No more spicy things, last time I swear I was gonna have a hole burned through my tongue." Dia pouted before sniggering. "It was good though."

"We'll be sure to ease up on the spices." Fia chuckled softly.

"That would appreciated, my stomach was not happy with me after that...very uncomfortable evening."

"Huh! That sounds like fun! How come I was never invited to any of these?"

"Every time it happens you are in other realm kicking corrupted things and getting chased by flying rocks." They quietly explained, taking a sip of their boxed chocy milk. "It's quite humorous honestly."

"Oh...that explains a lot." The maestro replied, a bit shocked he actually kept missing out. And that Nightlight knew about the rock incident.

"We do try to arrange them for everyone to be available." Fia rested his hands on his hips as his lips pursed, "But Nightlight's right, you're always working during them." Such is the pain of having a workaholic partner. "And what's this about being chased by flying rocks?"

Dia covered their mouth to hide a grin, "Watch out Papa, Dad's got that tone again."

Balan flinched slightly as he glanced away somewhat nervous now, lightly pulling on his shirt collar. "Oh haha, about that! It was nothing I couldn't handle, just missed my mark that's all!"

"Uh-huh..." Fia squinted at the maestro before sighing and rolling his eyes. "One of these days you're going to get a concussion."

"...Dad, you say that like Papa hasn't had a concussion before." Dia looked genuinely confused.

"He hasn't, as far as I know?" Fia looked back at Balan with a raised eyebrow.

"...I have no idea what they're talking about." If he could sweat he would be drenched by now. "...." He grabs another slice of pizza and pulled the rim of his hat down to hide his eyes as he took small nibbles of it. For once he didn't want all the attention on him.

Nightlight snickered softly at the scene before them, they could only guess even partners didn't tell each other everything.

"That's not surprising, considering how out of it you were." Dia leaned on their hand with a grin, "You remember, right Nigh? Papa was sooo dazed from that hit."

Fia pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "......"

"If I recall correctly, he walked into several walls thinking they were doors."

"Kids, could you please stop trying to get my head kicked off?" He squeaked out. It was embarrassing enough remembering his rare blunders but now he was in the hot seat with Fia and...let's just say you don't want to be in the hot seat with Fia!

"Sorryyyy Papa." Dia drawled. "But honestly, we thought Dad knew! I mean, why wouldn't you tell him?"

"Gee, I wonder." Fia deadpanned, shaking his head.

He's slowly sinking into the couch cushions now. His metaphorical goose is cooked no doubt about it now!

Nightlight just shook their head in fond dismay, their uncle was much too easy to tease.

Dia's giggling behind their hand, honestly it was just too funny to watch their papa and dad interact like this. That's why they saved those kinds of moments. And they and Nightlight weren't the only ones.

Rolling his eyes, Fia gently poked his mate, "Oh don't be so dramatic, Balan." Honestly, "trying to get his head kicked off", please!

He had better ways to "punish" his lover

"Didn't you know Fia, I'm all dramatic." He slowly lifted his hat to uncover his eyes again and pouted. "I run on the drama."

"You have never spoken a truer words, Balan." Well well, look who's returned from their lovely date!

"Nibi, Nidad!" They floated off the couch and flew over to their parents rather swiftly to hug and nuzzle them. "Welcome home."

Lance smiled warmly before nuzzling back. "Thank you lovely, were you good for your uncles."

"Yes, Dia and I made pizza. I saved you some slices in the microwave."

"Oh that's wonderful, dear." Nights chirped as he hugged them back, beaming.

"Yes, but there's your drama and then there's the over the top drama." Fia hummed, "Welcome back you two."

"Thanks~ What have you all been up to?"

"Putting me in the Tim house, that's what." Balan answered, somewhat glaring at Dia and poking them in the belly. "Otherwise not much else."

"I see, it sounded to me like they were spilling all of your little mishaps. Like that time you-"

"Lance! I am in enough trouble as it is do not making it worse." He warned while turning around, his death glare rather evident. "It is nothing I can not handle."

Dia squeaked and batted at her papa's hand, "It's not our fault you won't be honest with Dad!"

"No, no, by all means, Lance. Tell me what else I don't know." Fia took hold of Balan's hand gently to stop him from making Dia into a mouse.

"Gladly.~" They are grinning like the Cheshire cat as they floated over to the couch, with Nightlight following behind. "Before I had been interrupted, one of our guests had a fear of chickens. And during a bout he had been rolled over by a corrupted egg."

"Uuuuuuuugh........" Time to sink into the couch again.

"This happened before you arrived Fia. He once told me he had been run over by a tractor while observing one of our past visitors. It is a mystery that he didn't notice it before hand."

"Run over by a tractor." He repeated flatly.

Nights cough/laughed against his hand, "Oh goodness..."

Dia couldn't help giggling at the exasperated look on their dad's face.

"I was paying attention to other things, I guess it didn't pay it any mind."

"Did you not feel any vibrations Balan?" Lance questioned, raising an eye ridge.

"...If I recall correctly...I was flying so...possibly not."

"That is...rather amusing." Nightlight commented with a slight smirk.

"How did you get run over if you were flying?" Nights questioned, tilting his head. "Surely you were high enough to avoid it?"

Fia's just gonna pull the maestro to him, shaking his head.

"...Okay perhaps it was more like hovering...a few inches off the ground."

"That makes more sense."

"Uh-huh..."

"Oh yeah!" The Nightmaren hit his palm, "I remember you mentioning to me about that kid obsessed with flying and all the crashes that happened! Didn't he make you go flying by accident?"

They all are just trying to see who can get the maestro in the most trouble.

“...Yes. A rather enthusiastic child..." He pulled the rim of his had down and slumped. Had he really been that klutzy? How embarrassing.

"You seem to have a knack for getting yourself hurt, Balan." Fia mused softly, his tone neutral.

"And it sounds like you don't know the half of it."

"Are you alright Uncle Balan?"

"Fine, it was bound to come out anyhow." He began nibbling on the pizza crust quietly, just looking like a hat with two holes in it...and a pizza crust. "Mm...needs cheese." He murmured, who doesn't love a good cheese crust?

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Dia hummed lightly, stretching out with a sigh, "I'm gonna make something for everyone all by myself!"

"I'll have the fire department on speed dial."

"Daaaaaaad!"

"And the fire extinguisher on hand." Balan remarked, with a slight glance towards his child.

"I'll keep a close eye out for them as well." Nightlight chimed before laughing and poking Dia's cheek with their horn. "As a head chef of sorts."

[ohbae-me]

I'm not good with writing fics unfortunately 😅 But if you want to know a little more about my MC, he's also in a relationship with Asmo and acts more like him than any of the others, but they're way more laid back than him. They give each other kisses and hold hands smtimes, very high level stuff. (He'll also help him take nudes ig, not that big of a deal 😒)

A couple other interesting things would beee, well, they have a weird relationship with Diavolo? They're both patronizing to each other gshdhsj like Diavolo sees them as some kind of pet rat while my MC sees him as this large child. They have no idea of each other's feelings in that regard though. Dia will kind of spoil them sometimes whenever they come over (which means making Barbatos have to be nice to the fucking rat guy, much to his chagrin) and also give them head pats and borderline forget they're a person, meanwhile they think he's just so fucking incompetent lmao. But it isn't his fault, it's fine. He's still new at being a ruler isn't he? He's still a kid for demon standards. They rlly think the other is just being nice to them lmao

Smthn else would be that my MC is Terrified of Solomon. It's not linked to anything specific, they just feel so unnerved around him. He swears Solomon's out to get him. They will take Barbatos' company over Solomon any day even if Barbatos keeps bein an asshat

Other than that, they have pretty normal relationships with everyone else. They're really pretty laid back, might annoy Lucifer by hanging out with Mammon and causing trouble, but otherwise they're easy to befriend. Close bonds with all the brothers, a little less so with Levi though just cause they get tired of dealing with his self loathing, but still they're not mean to him.

They're just bestie shaped tbh and I love him

I want to be his friend too 🥺🥺

I'm in love! Their relationships are well established and honestly refreshing to see! If you ever decide to write anything for them I would love to read it!!!! Something tells me his daily adventures would be so much fun

(is it Solomon's cooking? Because same)