#what kind of student levi could have been

[lured-into-wonderland]

Levi's seen the girl around before, but even a small town like this one hasn't put them in each other's vicinity since high school. He remembers some science project they worked on together in 10th grade, but their circles didn't really mix outside of that class. But she's caught him on his break at work, standing outside, bundled in a winter flannel, smoking a cigarette. He's sure to blow the smoke away from her.

"Momma always like your name," he says idly when she decides to linger nearby him, looking in the windows of the shop instead of going inside. "Real God fearin' woman, my mom, thought that your name sounded Christ-like, like a nun." He scoffs, smoke curling from between his lips. He'd never been the religious sort, even growing up in the house he'd been adopted into.

"Anyway, you might not remember me. Name's Levi." With the cigarette between his lips, he reaches out a hand to shake hers.

She remembered him. At least his face. Nunnally was good with faces. Perhaps not so much with names, but he was outstanding enough back there in High School, so she kept his name in her memory. Was it then why she stood up next to him giving him a chance to talk to her?

It felt weird to be back. She never liked small towns; she was a girl from a city, and these few years she spent here, in the Southern town almost in the middle of nowhere, were not the best years in her life. Years just after her whole life was ruined. Years just after she had learnt the truth she now desperately wanted to forget. Though were the years before really that much better?

Levi… Apparently, there was nothing similar about them. His winter flannel was definitely in contrast with her expensive coat and knee-length dress; his messy hair (or at least she would describe it with this word) in contrast with her neat bun and elaborated hair-pin. A perfect Southern Lady and a… She internally laughed. Perhaps the military-style boots were the only thing they had in common. The only thing that made her no lady after all. She shrugged: --

“It’s Irish.” – it was weird she had an Irish name with presumably no Irish ancestors; her surname linked her origins to France, but she couldn’t be sure. She knew so little about her family and her father never spoke about it – “Some suggest it originates from the nun’s grove or even nunnery itself…” – she furrowed her brows and shrugged again – “…but I never liked this meaning. I prefer the other hypothesis. The meadow.” – not that it was that much better, but Nunnally was not a believer; religion always made her anxious, but she suspected it was a part of this town’s culture.

The cigarette smoke was disturbing to her, but since they were outside, it didn’t cause too much discomfort. She restrained herself from complaining. Nunnally accepted his the handshake with a smile: --

“I remember you. We were in the science project together…was it the 10th grade?”

“I also remember your mum. She was always nice to me. One of my…” – Nunnally hesitated – “…aunt’s close friends.” – she wasn’t sure if the woman she called ‘her aunt’ was really her family. But it was already long ago since she stopped asking questions. And that woman back there was kind to her; kind enough for Nunnally to come back to this town. Sometimes.   

“I had a crush on you back then.” – she suddenly confessed; not really sure why. Perhaps because it didn’t really matter. She was a completely different person now – “But you paid absolutely no attention to me. Probably not without a reason. I was a weirdo back then.” – perhaps a slightly harsh assessment, but she didn't make aby bonds. And her not being compatible with a small town was probably the least important one on the issues list.

“So, how have you been doing? You didn’t feel like leaving this town…” – that was surprising; she could not understand why people chose to stay – “It has not changed much, I feel…”

“Is that small café close to our school still open? What was it’s name…? Their pumpkin spice latte was one of the best I have ever had.”

At least that was one thing she could consider lucky. She was not stuck here.

@svnsworn

[vylosinbound]

hi i love your writing and blog so much!! i got this idea just now of the seven om brothers reacting to mc calling them their “current boyfriend/husband” (like the trend!!) and i was wondering if you could please write some headcanons or a drabble (whichever is easier!) of how they would react to that?? thank you so much and i hope you’re having a good rest of your day!! :D

Heyy! Thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day! And well, let’s just say your request couldn’t have come at a better time! With the announcement of the new Obey Me game, this trend feels incredibly on point. So I thought: why not go full “husband” mode? I had so much fun writing this one, especially seeing how each of them would handle it.

Husband? Already?

The brothers when MC calls them their husband

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

Genre: Romantic fluff / teasing / emotional warmth

Inspired by a trending joke, MC casually refers to each of the brothers as their “husband.” Some are flustered, some smug, and others... might take it a bit too seriously.

LUCIFER

You catch him mid-paperwork when you offhandedly murmur, “My husband is working so hard today…”

The pen stills in his hand.

“I beg your pardon?” he says, though his voice is more curious than stern.

You glance up to see him studying you over his glasses, his expression unreadable, but the faintest flush colors his ears.

“Do you really understand what that word means, MC?” You tease him in return, but later that evening, he appears at your door. He’s brought you tea, a rare gesture from him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he begins quietly, “If I were truly your husband… I’d want to be the kind who listens. Who supports. Who makes you feel safe.”

You blink. He avoids your eyes. “So… if that’s what you meant, then yes. I’ll accept that title.”

MAMMON

You call him “my husband” in passing, maybe while introducing him to an exchange student.

Mammon.exe has stopped working.

“H-HUHUHUH?! H-HUSBAND?!”

He repeats the word like it’s physically attacking him, then tries to act cool about it thirty seconds later. “I mean, of course ya’d call me that! I am your first, after all…”

He becomes a hot mess for the rest of the day, stumbling over compliments, bringing you random gifts, and texting you “do ya rly mean it or were ya jokin?”

The next time you call him that, he beams like the sun. “Say it again. Just once more. Please.”

You say it. He melts.

LEVIATHAN

You’re in his room, watching an anime together. As he’s explaining something passionately, you smile and say, “You’re so cute, husband.”

Levi freezes.

The anime keeps playing.

He stares at the screen, pretending he didn’t hear it, but the deep pink blush blooming across his cheeks says otherwise.

“…I-I’m not worthy of such a high-ranking title!! I mean, husband?! That’s like, the SSR of relationships!!” But then he adds, quieter, “Unless… you really think I’d be a good one?”

He makes a custom character in one of his games named “MC’s Husband.” You don’t find out for weeks.

SATAN

You say it during a quiet moment, while handing him a cup of tea. “Here you go, husband.”

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking. “That’s a rather dangerous thing to say, MC.”

“Oh?” you reply playfully. “Why’s that?”

“Because now I’ll have to live up to that title.”

He begins casually incorporating husband-like gestures: walking you home every day, pulling your chair out, making sure your favorite books are stocked in the library.

You think he’s joking, until he pulls you into a slow dance in the middle of the study one night. “No ring yet,” he murmurs in your ear, “but someday?”

ASMODEUS

You joke about it while getting ready for a party. “Hurry up, husband, or we’ll be late!”

He squeals. “Husband?! HUSBAND? Oh MC, do you know what you’ve just done?”

He spins dramatically, grabbing his perfume and fluffing his hair. “Now we have to match! And I simply must take a thousand photos to commemorate our honeymoon-phase debut!”

He doesn’t let it go for days. He introduces himself at the party as your “future spouse” to anyone who’ll listen.

Later, in a quiet moment, he leans on your shoulder. “Even if it was just a joke… I liked hearing it from you.”

BEELZEBUB

You call him “my husband” while handing him a snack, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Beel stops chewing. Looks at you.

“…You really think I’d be good at being your husband?” You nod. He smiles shyly.

“I’d want to take care of you. Like you take care of me. That’s what a husband should do, right?”

He eats the rest of his burger quietly, but his eyes are softer than usual.

Later that day, he makes you a snack plate without being asked and simply says, “For my wife.” You’re not sure if he’s teasing or not, but your heart flips all the same.

BELPHEGOR

You call him “husband” while dragging him out of bed.

“Ugh… so demanding…” he groans, but his sleepy smirk says otherwise. “Is this how married life is supposed to be? You stealing my naps and my heart?”

You laugh and try to pull him up again, only for him to yank you back down and wrap his arms around you.

“Husbands get to cuddle their spouses whenever they want,” he murmurs into your neck. “And I’m not letting go until you say it again.”

You give in. He wins. Again.

[pennylanewrites]

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

[anna-the-undertaker]

The Boys reaction to a Blue Collar Worker MC who was summoned to the Devildom in nothing but a towel...

I finally did this after so long.... Idk whats happening but I've been on a writing kick recently so we will see how you all like my writing I guess lmao also we are ignoring how mammon wasn't in the room when MC arrives in game cause I'm lazy.

Tags: @lurkingblue @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

part 1

Lucifer

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him. A human, fresh out of a bath and barely coherent, standing in the heart of the Devildom, had the audacity to speak in such a manner. The request for clothes, food, and rest was delivered with a bluntness that bordered on insolence. Normally, he wouldn't tolerate such disrespect, especially not in Diavolo's presence. Lucifer prided himself on order and discipline, and this human's arrival was anything but. He could feel his patience thinning, a not so rare occurrence that he worked hard to suppress. This was the human chosen by Diavolo? His expression remained impassive, but the air around him grew colder as he spoke. "You are in no position to make demands, human. Consider yourself fortunate that Lord Diavolo is more generous than I."

How he looks back on it now: Lucifer, sitting with a glass of Demonus in hand, would let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I still can't believe that was our first impression of them. Summoned to the Devildom in a towel, dripping water all over the floor like they owned the place. And then—then—they have the audacity to demand food, clothes, and a bed as if they were checking into a five-star hotel. I knew from that moment that MC would be nothing but trouble... and I wasn’t wrong.”

Mammon

Mammon, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement, couldn’t help but let out a bark of a laugh. This human was something else. Appearing in the middle of the Devildom, demanding food and a place to sleep like they owned the place? Mammon could almost admire that kind of guts, if it wasn't so ridiculous. But he was also intrigued. They were obviously tired and out of their depth, but there was a spark of defiance in them that piqued his curiosity. "Hey, hey, maybe we should cut ‘em some slack, yeah? Look at ‘em, they’re about ready to keel over. Not exactly how I pictured meetin’ a human though…"

How he looks back on it now: Mammon would be laughing, practically doubled over. “Ya shoulda seen Lucifer’s face! He was so mad, but he didn’t know what to do! And then there’s MC, barely awake, tellin’ us off like we were the ones who interrupted their shower! They’re a riot, I tell ya. I knew right then and there—this human was gonna be somethin’ special.”

Leviathan

Leviathan blinked rapidly, trying to process what he was seeing. This was supposed to be the human exchange student? This tired, wet mess of a person who was talking like they had just walked into a convenience store? Levi was torn between feeling embarrassed for them and being mildly impressed by their nerve. But mostly, he just felt awkward. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact, his facing burning with a fierce blush as he searched for something to hide behind. "This is so… weird. Like, who even does that? Walking into a place like this… in a towel? It’s like something out of a bad anime."

How he looks back on it now: Levi would be blushing, trying to hide behind his manga. “I mean, it was like something out of an anime, right? The clueless protagonist just casually demanding things from these powerful beings… it’s straight out of a ‘reverse isekai’ plot! But honestly, I was too busy being embarrassed for them to laugh at the time. Now, though? It’s kind of hilarious. They just… stood there, barely dressed, like it was no big deal!”

Satan

Satan observed the human with a critical eye. The situation was strange, even by Devildom standards, but it also presented an interesting puzzle. Who was this human to speak so boldly? They were clearly exhausted, pushed to their limits, but there was something almost… primal about their directness. It was as if survival instincts had taken over. "Interesting. They’re either incredibly brave or too exhausted to care about decorum. I wonder how long they’ll last here if this is how they start."

How he looks back on it now: Satan would smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I admit, I didn’t expect a mere human to have the nerve to make demands right after being summoned. It was… refreshing, to say the least. I could see the frustration in Lucifer’s eyes, and I knew I was going to enjoy having MC around. They didn’t bow down in fear—they just wanted a nap. Brilliant.”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus couldn’t help but giggle, though there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. This human was definitely not what he had expected. They were dripping water everywhere, their hair clinging to their skin, and yet, instead of being mortified, they were making demands. It was almost endearing in its own way, like a lost kitten mewling for attention. "Oh my, aren’t you just precious? But darling, if you’re going to make demands like that, at least do it with a bit more flair. Still, I think we can find you something more… suitable to wear or you could just lose the towel all together."

How he looks back on it now: Asmo would be giggling, twirling a lock of his hair around his finger. “Oh, it was such a scandal! A human, in a towel, dripping wet in front of everyone! And yet, they had this… effortless confidence. It was kind of hot, honestly. And their skin looked amazing—I was so jealous! I just knew I had to befriend them. Anyone who can pull off an entrance like that is someone I need to know!”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s concern was immediate but simple. The human was obviously tired and hungry, and those were things he could easily understand. He frowned slightly, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to step in and help. "They should eat something. And rest. They said they’re about to pass out. We can figure everything else out after."

How he looks back on it now: Beel would nod thoughtfully, his focus split between the memory and whatever snack he’s holding. “I just remember being really confused… and hungry. They said something about food, and I thought, ‘Yeah, I could go for a snack too.’ But they didn’t even seem scared, just tired and hungry. I get that. We connected on a deep level that day.”

Diavolo

Diavolo, on the other hand, was more fascinated than anything else and couldn't help the booming laugh that escaped him. The human’s arrival, so raw and unfiltered, was not what he had planned, but it was a glimpse into their true character. He appreciated the honesty in their exhaustion and the way they set boundaries despite being in an unfamiliar and likely frightening situation. "Welcome to the Devildom," he said warmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "We will, of course, ensure you are taken care of. Rest first, and we’ll discuss everything else when you’re ready."

How he looks back on it now: Diavolo would laugh heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, that was classic! I thought we were about to welcome our human exchange student with a grand, royal introduction. You know, something to set the tone! And then… poof! In they come, in nothing but a towel, demanding food and a nap! I couldn’t help but admire their spirit—who else would have the audacity to make demands of a demon lord? Honestly, I knew right then that they were going to make things very interesting around here.”

Barbatos

Barbatos watched with his usual calm demeanor, though his mind was already calculating what would be needed to accommodate this unexpectedly demanding guest. He was intrigued by their bluntness, a trait not often seen in someone so new to the Devildom. "It seems we have our work cut out for us. I’ll prepare something for them to wear and eat. This situation, unusual as it is, can be addressed once they’ve had the rest they need."

How he looks back on it now: Barbatos would smile subtly, a hint of amusement in his usually composed demeanor. “It was certainly… unexpected. I remember thinking, ‘Ah, this is going to be a challenge.’ I had prepared everything for a formal welcome, and suddenly I was considering where I could find suitable clothing on such short notice. But what really stood out was their confidence. They weren’t intimidated at all—just tired. It was almost endearing, in a way. Though I must admit, I’ve never had to prepare a royal feast for someone who was dripping on the floor before.”

The other characters after hearing of MC's dramatic arrival later -

Belphegor

Belphegor, still hidden away, was not present to witness the scene firsthand, but the way the human handled their introduction would later reach his ears. He would find it amusing, this tired human, dragged into a world they couldn’t possibly understand and still demanding rest. It would have made him laugh, perhaps even endeared them to him in a strange way, though he’d never admit it. “I think it's hilarious. They were so focused on getting some sleep, just like me. Honestly, I'm impressed. I don’t even care that they're human. Anyone who prioritizes a nap over everything else has their priorities straight in my book.”

Simeon

Simeon would laugh softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, MC. Only you could be summoned into a realm of demons in nothing but a towel and somehow manage to make demands! I can just imagine the look on Lucifer’s face. It’s impressive—you're like a stubborn ray of sunshine cutting through the darkest clouds. I’d love to have seen it!”

Luke

Luke would be flabbergasted, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and indignation. “They were summoned like that? That’s so unfair! I bet they were freezing! Who does that? Demons, apparently! But you know what? Good for them for telling those demons off! That’s what they deserve for being so unprepared. If I were there, I would’ve given them a piece of my mind too!”

Solomon

Solomon would be grinning, clearly amused by the whole scenario. “That’s classic MC—turning a moment of complete chaos into one where they’re the one calling the shots. I can just picture them standing there, dripping water all over the floor, and casually telling the future King of the Devildom that they need a nap. Honestly, it’s moments like this that make me glad I chose them as my apprentice. They’ve got the kind of audacity that most people can only dream of!”

Rapheal

Raphael, known for his serious demeanor, would hear about MC’s first arrival to the Devildom and probably raise an eyebrow, trying to picture the scene. "So, they appeared in a towel and demanded food and rest? Bold. Very bold." After a pause, he’d add with a rare smirk, "They might survive down here better than I thought."

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles, with his aristocratic air, would be caught between disbelief and amusement. “They really told Lucifer and Diavolo off in a towel? If only I could’ve seen that! The looks on their faces must’ve been priceless. Perhaps I’ll write a column about the ‘indecent’ summons of the human exchange student!” He’d chuckle at his own joke, imagining the uproar it would cause.

Thirteen

Thirteen, with her mischievous streak, would find the whole thing hilarious. “They really popped in like that? A towel, dripping water, and told everyone to get their act together? That’s brilliant! I would’ve loved to see everyone’s reaction. I bet Lucifer’s face turned fifty shades of red. I like this human already—got some real spunk!” She’d laugh, already planning some pranks inspired by the story.

[devildomwriter]

Dancing With the Devil | Diavolo x Reader

AFAB! Reader | 5.5K Words

This takes place during the first year of the exchange program. MC is shy and a little awkward around their long time crush, Diavolo only to find his feelings are fully reciprocated in a dance of passion

CW: Explicit sex

*If this story is familiar I had it on my previous blog and it’s on my wattpad*

"I'm sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just by staring if I try hard enough," you mumbled as you leaned on the palace counter gossiping with Asmo.

He laughed and patted you on the back.

"I've been trying for that one for a while," he sighed, admiring the prince, letting his eyes linger over his v-line.

"Such a sexy outfit, too," you sighed, and Asmo nodded.

You and the brothers and other exchange students were attending a spring ball at the castle, watching Diavolo laugh with Lucifer, Barbatos, and a few nobles you didn't recognize. Beelzebub entered the kitchen then, and you quickly shut up about your little crush on the prince; however, Asmo did not.

"Each time I get cuddly with him, Lucifer brings out his whips."

"Oh yikes, ...you think he'd...?"

"Use them on you? I'm sure he'd only do that in the bedroom," he grinned wickedly, and you slapped his arm.

"You always say stuff like that about your own brothers, you weirdo," and he began to laugh while Beelzebub dug trough the fridge behind you both.

You turned around and watched him as he began stuffing things in his mouth.

"Umm...Beelzebub don't you think Lucifer will get mad?"

He turned around and tried to speak with his mouth full of food, but neither you or Asmo understood what he was trying to say.

"Beelzebub finish chewing first please," Asmo sighed, and Beelzebub swallowed everything down in one gulp, which was mildly impressive if not also terrifying.

"Whatcha doing in the kitchen with MC, hm?" Mammon asked as he strutted towards the three of you.

Beelzebub stood up, and Mammon jumped a little, having noticed his other brother from behind the kitchen island.

"Geez Beel, ya know yer gonna get in trouble with Luci-"

"What are you four doing in here?" you heard Lucifer growl, and you turned around nervously to look at Lucifer, Diavolo standing with an unamused face behind him.

"Uh-"

Before Mammon could finish talking, Lucifer glared him down, and Mammon ran from the room.

"Talking with my dear MC," Asmo smiles innocently, tilting his head to the side.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he looked at Beel.

"Beelzebub? What makes you think you can steal the food from Lord Diavolo's fridge?" He growled, and Asmo took your arms and led you from the room.

You nearly brushed Diavolo's arm as you passed, and he glanced at you for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you as you were lead back to your table.

Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Leviathan and Belphegor were sat at the table. Solomon was observing people while Luke and Simeon talked, Leviathan played on a portable game device, and Belphegor snored next to his plate.

"Beel's gonna eat full, huh?" Mammon asked, appearing from nowhere. Asmo glared at him and took his seat next to you, stroking your arm gently. Mammon was pissed off by this and sat on your other side, tugging your arm to lean into him, and you sighed.

"He really couldn't wait a few minutes until dinner was served, huh?"

"That's Beel for you," Belphegor murmured, half awake.

Levi nodded, not taking his eyes off his device.

You glanced back to where Diavolo has been and noticed he was no longer by Lucifer's side but welcoming latecomers.

Who would dare arrive late for a royal event? You rolled your eyes as he bent over the succubus's hand and kissed it as a formality. Hopefully, it was just a formality.

Lucifer dragged Beelzebub out from the kitchen and marched to your table while the other brothers tensed up at his arrival.

"But it was really good-"

"That is no reason to steal from his majesty," Lucifer barked, and Beel looked at the ground moping while Belphie rubbed his shoulder.

Lucifer turned his attention to you, sat between Asmo and mammon.

"This is not the seating arrangement, return to your seats," he ordered through grit teeth, and Mammon and Asmo reluctantly returned and waited in the right seats while Lucifer glared them down to make sure they all stayed in place.

"MC, Simeon, Luke, Solomon; my lord requests you dine at his table once dinner is served," Barbatos said with a bow as he approached the table.

Luke looked annoyed, but Simeon smiled as he was used to speaking with Diavolo. Solomon smiled, eyes closed as he likely plotted something, and you turned beet red.

Asmo snickered, and Lucifer glared.

"What is so amusing, Asmodeus? Is there something I should know about?" He interrogated, and Asmo raised his hands and shook his head.

"Of course not," he said sweetly and flicked his eyes to meet yours for a moment.

You felt your ears burning and tried not to express your nervousness. You were always able to disguise your nervousness around Diavolo. He was an amazing friend to you, but you couldn't deny the way he made you feel when you were in private.

Every time you saw him, you wondered if it would be your chance, if you ever got one. Unfortunately, tonight it would seem you'll be sitting by the angels as well, and you'd feel a lot worse for thinking such things about the future demon king when around them.

Lucifer looked surprised by his lord's request as it wasn't originally planned but sighed and turned to you as you got up slowly and made your way to Diavolo.

Diavolo made the announcement dinner would be served, and everyone made their way to their assigned seats.

You weren't sure which one to take this time, but Diavolo pulled out the chair next to himself, and your heart skipped a beat as you sat down.

You smiled up at him and mouthed 'thank you' as he addressed the audience.

Barbatos announced what was being served, and there were whispers of excitement around the room as the butlers and kitchen servers walked out in line to bring each table its meal.

Everyone resumed their conversations, and Diavolo smiled at you. You smiled back, hoping you weren't blushing and your eyes lit up in excitement as the food reach your table.

Diavolo chuckled, and you gave him an inquisitive look.

"And just what’s so funny?" He teased.

"Your eyes light up exactly as Beelzebub's do whenever you are served food here," he observed, and you blushed.

"Well who doesn't like food?"

"Everyone likes food, MC, you just like it a lot," Luke agreed, and you sighed in defeat.

Simeon and Luke silently prayed over their meal while Solomon, Diavolo, and you dug in. "The last time we ate here, Solomon nearly killed us," you reminisced, and a shiver went down everyone's spine, even Diavolo looked disturbed by the memories.

Solomon just chuckled to himself, still smiling.

"And Asmo didn't even warn us," Luke mumbled.

"Speaking of Asmodeus, MC, you seem quite fond of him?" Diavolo asked.

"D-Diavolo?" You gasped and Simeon laughed.

"What? Is it not common knowledge?"

You turned to the others and asked, "does it seem like Asmo, and I are fond of each other?"

They each nodded, as did Barbatos when he approached to take his seat in Diavolo's other side.

"What? No way we aren't like that at all? He's like a gal pal sort of person to me. He does my hair and nails and we gossip and talk about boys and stuff - it's really nothing romantic at all-" you explained hurriedly, and Simeon laughed.

"So you talk about boys you've met here in the Devildom then?" Solomon pressed, and your face was visibly red.

"Well-I-"

Luke seemed annoyed, but the others were amused. You turned around and mouthed 'Hel͏p me' to the brothers' table where most of them were watching you intently.

Asmo gave a thumbs up, and you wanted to murder him; that was such a clear sign he knew something about one of the men at the table, and Diavolo caught onto it as he gave you an amused grin.

You facepalmed and stuffed your face with food to avoid the topic.

Diavolo asked Simeon, Luke, and Solomon about purgatory hall, studying methods, people at the school, everything you would normally ask an exchange student. So why did he ask you something so blunt? Was it just because it came up?

As soon as you heard Diavolo's hearty laugh, you were filled with an intense desire. This time purely romantic, he was so hot and so adorable, how could you possibly keep yourself away from this man.

"MC, I'm quite surprised I must admit that the brothers have not attempted to claim you in some way?" Diavolo suddenly brought up, much to everyone else’s surprise.

"What the-? If I may ask my lord why is it you seem so curious about my love life or lack thereof," you nearly choked on your food as the other watched in amusement, including Barbatos, who gave a knowing grin.

"You are our only,” he glanced at Solomon “…regular human exchange student, so it had me quite curious is all, especially since they've all changed so much since meeting you," he excused. Solomon gave him a confused and offended look but he ignored him in favor of watching your reaction.

Once your meal was finished, you awkwardly made your way back to the brothers, where Lucifer intercepted you and pulled you to the side out of sight.

"What were you speaking of with lord Diavolo," he demanded to know.

"For some reason my love life-"

Lucifer was red with anger, "why would you discuss such a thing!? Honestly MC I expected better of you-"

"He brought it up!" You exclaimed, and he was taken aback.

"What?"

"Yeah, and he kept bringing it back up, trust me I tried to avoid it."

"Why would he do such a thing, how was it brought up?"

"He said Asmo and I seemed close; I don't know?"

He hummed to himself, looking to the side and spun around, making his way to Diavolo, who smiled seeing his friend, and his face became confused when he saw how upset Lucifer seemed to be. You weren't sure what was said, but he simply laughed at his friend and patted his shoulder while Lucifer seemed to be angrily relaying what you'd said. You sighed, hoping you didn't seem like a tattletale. Just then Asmo linked his arm through yours and dragged you even deeper into the shadows of the empty hallways.

"Asmo, what the heck?"

"He so likes you!" He whisper shouted, and you blushed.

"Huh!?"

"I can tell these things MC you know that, you so have to do something. I can't believe you could totally get laid by the prince tonight!"

You turned red and jumped, slapping a hand over Asmo's mouth.

"What the hell, Asmo!?"

"Don't think I forgot about what you told me earlier; sexual gratification and all that, my charm may not work on you, but I know it's what you desire," he teased and smirked leaning in closer to you.

"Asmodeus, MC," you heard Diavolo's voice boom loudly through the halls though he spoke normally. Lucifer followed him closely and glared daggers at Asmodeus.

"Asmo, a word," Lucifer hissed, and Asmo winked at you and pranced after Lucifer.

You were left in the shadows alone with Diavolo, who smiled down at you.

"Did you need to ask me something?" You ask nervously, unsure of what else to say.

"I thought I'd tell you how lovely you look tonight, MC. I'm sure many will be eager to dance with you at the ball."

You blushed and looked away.

"Probably just the brothers like last time, or Solomon..." you thought aloud, and he smiled.

"You've done so much for this exchange program, and for the pillars so far, I cannot think of many ways to express my gratitude but perhaps sharing the first dance of the night with me could prove it to you in some way," he offered, and you gasped.

"R-really? But I have no idea how to dance, I'll be humiliated, and you'll be embarrassed by me-"

"Now why would I be embraced by you, MC, I'm quite proud of you, actually."

"You are?"

"Of course. Did I not just mention how much you've done for the brothers?"

You looked away shyly, extremely happy on the inside, and nodded.

He laughed at how cute you were being and held out his hand for you to take. You took it without questions, and he led you to an empty room.

"Where are we going?"

"The piano room.”

"You have an entire room for a piano?"

"But of course. Where else should I put such a prized possession?" You laughed at his surprised face, as if it were very common to have a room specifically for an instrument.

"So..."

"Why are you going there?" He read your thoughts, "the first dance does not start for an hour. I thought perhaps we could practice our dance to ease your nerves. Quite frankly, I'd also like to get to know you better, and I believe this is a better place to do so then somewhere people will circle around me or in a long dark hallway."

You chuckled and agreed and noticed his eyes light up a bit when he heard your laugh. The same way you always reacted when you heard his. Was it stupid to think whatever feelings you had could come to fruition? This man was ruler of the demons, the next devil himself; and you...you were a struggling human college student with a lot of issues.

After turning through many corridors and climbing several stairs which admittedly exhausted you, especially in heels, you reached two large doors and were surprised by the interior when he pushed them open.

"This isn't the piano room," you stated, and he blushed.

"I did intend to bring you there, but...I believe the view from my balcony is a much better place to dance and to talk." He said, seeming a little embarrassed, and you walked by his king-sized bed and to his balcony through two huge glass doors.

He was right. The view was breathtaking, and you smiled in awe. He watched you adoringly as you twirled, attempting to look innocently beautiful, but instead, you fell over.

He rushed to your side as you laughed at yourself to stop you from crying for embarrassing yourself like that in front of your crush.

"MC, are you alright?" He asked and lifted your dress to check your ankle. He looked it over and determined it wasn't injured in any way.

He helped you to your feet, and you hid your face in his chest, still blushing like mad. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"As much as I'd love to dance with you, I'm way too embarrassed to do something like that in front of everyone..." you mumbled sadly.

He detected the sadness in your voice and nodded, understanding your decision. Humans could be so fragile and so easily embarrassed; it was a little entertaining.

"There is still an hour until my presence is required, is there something else you'd like to do? Perhaps we could take a stroll in my garden? Or I could show you the view from the highest point in the castle," he suggested.

"I don't understand why you're being so kind to me, Diavolo. Shouldn't you be meeting with nobles and hosting and such," you trailed off, and he tilted your head to look at him, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly.

"I've done so for thousands of years. I can afford to miss an hour," he comforted, and you brightened up.

"Okay, if you're sure," you smiled, and he nodded and took your hand in his leading you away from the balcony.

"Then what do you have in mind, MC?" He asked with a somewhat mischievous smile, and you felt the butterflies doing backflips in your stomach as you stammered.

"I-I don't know. Is there something you'd like to do?"

"Why, yes, there is. Though I'll need your consent," he smiled, and your heartbeat erratically.

"Of course," you agreed, not a hundred percent certain what he'd ask but hopeful.

Every second you'd spent silently pining until that moment was worth it as he leaned into you, eyes closed, and sealed your lips together.

When you parted, you stared at him with joyful surprise, and he seemed relieved you weren't opposed.

"D-do you think we could do that again...for maybe like the whole hour?" You joked nervously. He laughed and agreed, this time leading you to his bed.

You sat on the edge heart beating out of your chest, and he sat next to you and brought your lips back to his.

You eased into the kiss, and he wrapped his arm around you to support you as he deepened the kiss. Your lips would only separate a brief moment before reuniting desperately. Diavolo's hand squeezed your waist, and you could feel his long black nails as he pushed you backwards into the mattress. You let his tongue slip past your lips, wisely giving him immediate access. The prince was likely never denies anything, and besides, you didn't want to deny him. This was heaven in the middle of hell.

As his tongue tangled with yours excitedly, he reached one hand to the waist of your dress and hiked the skirt up enough to reach for the waistline of your tights and began slipping them off. That's when you could confirm this was going to be more than kissing, and your thoughts began to race uncontrollably as your tights and heels came off together. He wasted no time in slipping off your underwear, and you shivered at the cold air against your inner thighs. You gave him a confused look, and he laughed lightheartedly.

"I assume you don't want to wear wet underwear for the rest of the night?" He chuckled, and you turned red and agreed as he brought your lips back to his. He slid his hands under your dress and held your waist, pressing it against his.

He was still fully clothed, and you didn't find it fair. As if he could genuinely read your mind, he transformed back into his demon-self, his natural self. You admired his silky red hair and, for some reason, very sexy horns as he continued to kiss you. He bit your lip playfully and left a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck, sensually kissing about the collarbone, sucking, licking, and biting the exposed skin.

You moved your hands to his bare chest, feeling his muscles and sift skin and purred happily to yourself. He left your mouth for a moment, just long enough to remove his fur infinity scarf and his jewelry, placing them delicately on the dresser by his bed where he retrieved a condom. He looked back and you and stared before you realized you were still spreading your legs completely exposed.

"D-Diavolo," you stuttered, and he chuckled to himself and slid off his leather boots and baggy pants, revealing his demon form had no underwear underneath, and you bit your lip staring at his firm ass.

"Why don't we remove that dress before it gets ruined," he suggested though it was more of a firm request.

You nodded and unzipped the back enough to slip it off. He crawled back onto the bed in front of you and placed you on his leg, bringing his lips back to yours as he unhooked and slid off your bra.

He threw back the covers and covered your exposed back with a sheet. The curtains were closed, and the door was locked, but he still seemed precautious with you. Just in case Lucifer angrily threw open the door, suspecting you both.

He placed one hand in the small of your back, and the other held the back of your head as his lips trailed back to your neck. His hands began to roam your body and feel your curves, squeeze your hips, delicately brush the pads of his fingers down your spine. You were surprised how delicate this giant of a man could be, and you realized he must have experience. You grew hotter at the idea and began kissing his neck as he left hickeys on yours. Your lips let slip a soft moan, and his grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over, underneath him again, chests mere inches apart. He was trying to control his breathing, but his heavy breaths were an indicator he was struggling to hold back instead of taking you immediately. But he knew this wouldn’t just be painful in general but would be even worse for a fragile human. His fingers brushed over your cheek, and he turned his attention to your chest. His eyes lingering for several seconds before he supported his weight with one hand and used the other to lightly massage your breast. His wings flapped for a brief second, giving away his excitement, and you moved your hands to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. He met your eyes; his were serious and curious. He was concentrating hard on not harming you and looking for any signs of fear or hesitation in your expressions, but your smile was enough to ease him. He moved his mouth to your chest careful not to hit your face with his protruding horns, and you tilted your head back to avoid them as you ran your hand through his hair, massaging his head as he began trailing his tongue around your tit, squeezing it lightly with his hand before taking it in-between his teeth.

You squirmed and whimpered, and he looked up to make sure you weren't in pain, but your gentle moans as he continued reassured him you'd be fine.

You were so caught up in the way he made you feel you realized you weren't verbally encouraging him or telling him what felt best, which would likely help him instead of him cautiously taking each step so slowly. "Diavolo," you moaned softly, face heated, and he paused.

"Don't stop, you feel so good," you encouraged, and his small bites around your tits became a bit harder before he moved to the breast that'd been left unattended. Normally he'd massage one while licking the other, but his weight was too much for a human. He switched hands and twirled his thumb around the areola as you continued to moan his name.

"MC," his voice deepened as he moaned, and your heart leaped. For so long you wanted to hear him moan your name, now you were under his sheets, your bodies entangled as he moved his hand down between your thighs.

You felt his finger brush against your opening and moaned, body pleading for more contact. He let your squirm and laughed as you did so, entertained by your neediness. He inserted a finger slowly and was pleased to find you were already very wet.

"Do you want me that badly, dear?" He asked, and you blushed but nodded, biting your lip. He found this sexy and keeping his hand between your legs he kissed your lips, propping himself up as he pulled back the sheets to get a better look at you. Hit by the cold air again, you shivered and moaned. He moved his eyes over your body before looking at himself, hoping you'd follow his eyes, which of course, you did.

You weren't just surprised by his size but legitimately scare and full of many questions.

"Umm-that's?"

"Will you be alright," he asked teasingly, and you nodded, red-faced.

It had to be a little more than twelve inches in length, and you weren't sure how much you were even capable of taking in. His dick was a sight to behold, and one reason was it certainly wasn't human, the veins were thick, and the shaft had small circular bumps that acted like barbs. Once he was inside of you entirely, he wouldn't be able to pull out until he came. The condom he'd grabbed earlier would likely prevent this, but of course, you couldn't tell. Each time you opened your mouth, all that came out was a moan.

You nearly formed words until he inserted a second finger inside of you, and his other hand pushed your head into his chest. You ran your hands over his pecs and left small kisses on his collarbone and chest. A moan built in his throat, and he rested his head atop yours as he made a scissoring motion with his fingers. You squeezed your legs together, and he grinned as you squirmed in his embrace. He tightened his grip around you and inserted a third finger. His fingers were long and large, and the pointed black nails scratched lightly against your inner walls in all the right places. As he inserted a fourth finger, he moved his thumb to your clit and began massaging it in circles. You were a mewling mess in his grasp, and he let out an instinctive grunt.

He was desperately holding himself back as he pumped his fingers in and out quickly. He moaned your name into your hair and kissed the top of your head, gritting his teeth together, pumping faster and faster until a wave of heat ran through your body, and your eyes squeezed shut in the intensely pleasurable warmth. He felt you cum over his fingers and grinned wickedly. He held your stare as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked off your juices, you blushed furiously, shocked that the prince had this kind of side to him. His grin was loving but also a little sadistically curious. Probably because he was about to fuck your lights out. He licked his lips and moved his hand back between your legs, still holding your gaze lovingly.

"MC," he began in a husky voice that made you shiver.

"Y-yes?"

"Do you think you can take me within you now?" His words were drawn out and held back an anxious growl.

You nodded, though you were unsure.

"I see," he smiled and sat up quickly to retrieve and roll the condom over his length, though it didn't cover his shaft completely it would be enough to stop most cum from pouring into you, and the idea had you becoming wet again already.

Diavolo's eyes darted to the clock on his wall to make sure he had enough time and was pleasantly surprised he had more than enough time to make you squeal and scream beneath him.

He admired your form. A small human brave enough to let the demon prince slam his cock inside of them. They likely didn't know how hard it could be for them or the pricking pain of the barbs, but they were ready nonetheless. He moved over you and spread your legs apart, he admired your throbbing pussy and looked back to your trembling body, nervous but desperate for him, and he moved his hips to yours, the head of his dick pressed against you. He used one hand to spread your entrance apart enough to fit his head inside, and he mumbled to himself through grit teeth, "You're so tight-."

He slowly moved his dick deeper inside you, taking deep breaths not even halfway in to stop himself from suddenly bucking into you. He was big enough to make you bleed, and that's the last thing he wanted. He'd wanted to do this with you for so long, and seeing you completely unaware of Asmo's attempts on you that night made his temptation too much to hold back any longer. He wanted you himself, and he finally had you. This thought unintentionally made him buck his hips, his cock much deeper inside you now, and you let out a gasp that turned into a moan as your body instinctively bucked towards his.

Diavolo slowly began to pull back, pumping into you slowly at half-length, he used one hand to pinch and roll your clit between two fingers, making you wetter than you already were. You reached for him, and he blushed and leaned into you, finally ramming his hips into yours. You threw your head back and instantly came again much to his surprise. But he immediately gave you a playful smirk that had you the shade of blood in embarrassment. You moved your hands to clutch his hair, and he focused seriously again, moving back and forth slowly, pumping in and out, mumbling about how tight you were until his pace and strength picked up enough to throw your body forward. You were held against his hips as you and the bed shook with every thrust, the bed frame beginning to hit the wall loudly enough to echo down the halls. He spread your legs further apart, reaching deeper inside as he grunted and moaned, slamming his cock in and out of you as your body contorted in the sheets, nails digging into his head. Unable to properly grip his hair, your hands moved to his horns and kept them there.

You could feel the small barbs of his dick as they sent you to heaven and back, you could feel every vein as he pulsed inside you.

Your vision blurred for a moment as you screamed his name, unable to control yourself. Hips bucking together hard enough to bruise and break, you were a wailing mess beneath him. His movements became sloppy, and when he watched your face twist in pleasure as you came again, his delight sent him over the edge, and with one final buck of his hips you gasped for air as the barbs stopping scratching, and he slowly pulled out, condom overflowing with his semen.

You both paused a moment, breathing frantic and held each other's gaze. Diavolo reverted to his human form and crawled next to you, laying on his chest, hugging his pillow as he watched your pink face struggling to breathe. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your hair more tangled than a bird’s nest as your chest heaved, taking in as much air as it could while you came down from your high.

He chuckled as he watched you, unsure of what to say. He'd just completely broken his composure, he'd ignored his title and interfered in his own exchange program just to get a taste of you. But he still wanted more of you. He ran his hand through your loose strands of hair and moved them out of your face. He sat up and threw the sheets off his bed, leaving you exposed again. You struggled to sit up but fell back into the bed. He helped you up and carried you in his arms to his private bathroom. He sat you underneath the showerhead and left the room to get something. He came back with your folded clothes and sat them on the sink next to his.

"My hair and make up," you mumbled, and he laughed.

"That's an easy fix, dear," he soothed you and turned the warm water on as he joined you in the shower, washing off the sweat and everything else. He admired the bruises and bites he'd left on your skin and helped you stand up, leaning into his chest, he held your hips as you were unable to stand on your own.

You felt the water run over you, and Diavolo comb his fingers through your matted hair. You were both silent, not sure what to say.

"So..." you trailed off, hoping it'd prompt him to speak.

"So..." he replied, taking a moment to think of what to say next.

"Did you enjoy yourself," he asked, already knowing the answer but wanted to hear it from you as you nodded shyly in agreement.

"Ye-yes," you stammered, and he hugged you closer as he ran a bar of soap over your arms.

"Good, we should do this again soon," he added, and you jumped in surprise.

Really? Lord Diavolo, your crush, a future demon king, wanted to have sex with you?

"Really?"

"Yes....But can we agree on one thing," he asked as you finished washing.

"Yes?"

"Lucifer can never find out."

You both laughed and nodded before sweating at the idea of what he'd do to you both. Diavolo rubbed your back and helped you to the sink where you dried off, and he used a spell to redo your hair and makeup as it was, though he didn't bother hiding the marks he left on you.

You both returned to the party a few minutes before he was to make his entrance, but when people asked for you to dance, you had to decline even though Mammon seemed depressed at rejection. This was only because you'd done enough dancing that night. Just not the kind of dancing anyone expected.

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CW: obsessive thoughts, skin picking, implied self harm

Day 22: House of Lamentation

The House of Lamentation rises ominously in the distance of the heart of the Devildom, visible from the city streets. Rumors about what the Avatars of Sin do there run rampant among the lesser demons, styling it as a house of horrors. When the human exchange student transfers there, they are bombarded with questions about it. Is it just as awful as everyone imagined? Have the very walls been twisted by the evil souls of the brothers? The human only smiles enigmatically, dodging the questions easily. The house that Prince Diavolo pulled from the human world all those centuries ago still stands a mystery to most.

Before it was pulled to the Devildom, the house’s halls stood dark and abandoned for decades after its family’s gruesome deaths. Publically, the servant was blamed for the murders, but those brave enough to speak of them held that the servant had been nothing but kind. Still, even the mischievous children heeded their parents’ warnings to stay far away, and the rusty iron fence deterred the few headstrong ones. The villagers never spoke of the dark figures in the windows, only exchanging glances when the wails reached their ears. Full moons were spent inside with doors shut and curtains drawn.

By the time it reached the newly fallen brothers, the house had a reputation. The Prince was well aware of its story, but in the Devildom, the spirits would finally be put to rest. The brothers were wary of it, especially with their newfound powers, but they could barely tell what was the house’s doing and what was their family’s. Were those chains rattling from a ghost or from another of Satan’s escape attempts? Were those inhuman growls a vengeful spirit or Mammon and Levi’s fighting?

Belphie was the first to start to find its secrets. His catlike need to find increasingly hidden places to nap paired with Lucifer’s constant nagging led him to unknown nooks in the house. A closet he never noticed before here, a hidden space behind the bed there. They were isolated spots, never discovered by the others. It seemed like he could always find some safe haven whenever he needed one, away from the noise and chaos his brothers brought. He lined them with blankets, retreating whenever he needed some time to himself.

Satan, confined to his room for days on end, found that sometimes the chains around his bed loosened almost imperceptibly, just enough to let him take a real breath. Sometimes his mind, clouded with rage, felt that the only thing looking out for him was whatever shifted the bedposts a millimeter or two. His rampages that destroyed most of his room somehow avoided the books he really treasured. The guilt that overcame him the time he accidentally ripped one of his precious copies apart was so intense he had howled to the ceiling on his knees, and when he looked down again, some strange draft had blown some of its pages closer together.

Asmo had bad days more often than good ones, spent inside his room obsessing over every little detail. Every little bump on his skin was like a light shining on a billboard that said he was Not Good Enough. He tried everything to make the little flaws go away, but demon skincare was so foreign to him. On some nights, the feeling was too unbearable. He would tear into his face with his claws, ripping out the tiny offenders and replacing them with bleeding holes instead. During a late night, he started to spiral like before, but a strange fog began to creep over his mirror. It refused to wipe away no matter how he scrubs, and he dropped his head to his desk, defeated.

Lucifer swore his room was still haunted. He buried himself in work for days, only leaving for meetings at the castle. When dinnertime came around and his head was still lost in documents, things would start to go wrong. Little things at first, papers being blown off his desk when no windows were open. Then after a few minutes it would escalate, his door slamming open on its own and his chair being pulled out from under him. These all stopped the moment he left his room, and he decided it must be a spirit tied to his bedroom alone. Odd that it only happened when he had been working for a while, though.

Beel found solace in food, and sometimes the world seemed determined to take that away from him. Every time he ate, he had a spark of hope that this bite would finally satiate him. He didn’t want to think about living another day like this, let alone thousands of years. The ache in his stomach was a constant reminder of how much he had lost, just like the ache in his heart. He couldn’t fix his heart feeling empty, so he settled for his stomach. He didn’t want to steal food from his brothers. He was terrified that one day, the kitchen would be empty, and the hole in his stomach would consume him. But if he was home, somehow he could always find a snack tucked away in the fridge. It never kept him full for long, but it helped him keep his head for just a few minutes more.

Levi was forced to make a completely new sanctuary in a new house in a new realm as a new species. Even the ocean here was dark and cold, full of scaled creatures with too many teeth. All the figurines and gaming accessories in the Devildom couldn’t make his room feel like it was really his, but where else could he go? The door to his room had stayed locked for days, only opening to receive food placed at his door that had gone cold hours ago. He thought he must be hallucinating as he woke up from a fitful sleep and saw bright colors splashing across the walls and ceiling. He rose up in a daze, watching the lights move in waves. Finally, it felt just a little bit like home.

Mammon wanted a bigger room. He wanted one of those fancy canopy beds, silk pajamas, a window that let in all the moonlight. He wanted so many things his mind felt like it was being broken into pieces. Sometimes everything he wanted made the things he already had pale in comparison. It made him angry to not have everything, the need clawing at him from the inside. When the pain felt too much to bear, suddenly his small bed felt a bit more comfortable and his window let in just the right amount of light. The ache inside his heart dulled slowly until he fell asleep.

In the walls of the House of Lamentation, there still lives one spirit. They were bound to the house even as it was moved through realms. They could have left at any time, but there’s something so familiar about taking care of seven unruly brothers. They faded over the centuries like all spirits, but they help in the little ways they can, and that’s enough for the ancient servant.

[opiopal]

(Alr gang so I technically use a situation/au I put my own mc in for this post, and is written in a way that my mc would be… however I WONT be using she/they for this, I will be using the usual they/them so you guys can enjoy this crappy angsty au in the pov of your mc as well)

can I share a concept/au I have for OM with you guys??? Cause I think it’s pretty cool if I say so myself,

hear me out..(and also sorry if this is already a concept, if it is I just haven’t seen it before lolol) a human becoming “infested” with sin when in the devildom.

now lemme explain:

basically, if a human is in the devildom for a long period of time, a particular sin will begin to fester and leach onto the human. It picks out whatever the human is feeling the strongest, and feeds into that. Kinda turning them into living embodiments of the sin.

now for the example of this idea I shall be using the au of my mc experiencing this, I will also be using the headcanon that devildom food isn’t very appealing to look at,(yes ik it just looks AMAZING in game- but I ADORE the hc of the food actually looking horrifying, and it also adds to the idea I’m about to type so I will be using it)

[[TW for those who may need it: this will involve descriptions of food, food avoidance, borderline ED behavior, attempt of consumption of other people/living creatures, neck injury, and vomit/throwing up, if you are sensitive to any of this PLEASE do not continue further. This WILL NOT be my usual silly or quirky post. ]]

(no it is not as horrible as I’m making it out to be in the TW, however I’d rather you guys assume the worst going in and then be relieved going out.)

Since mc had gotten to the devildom, they… haven’t really been eating much. its not out of rebellion or disrespect as luci claims it to be, but really its out of pickiness… back home they weren’t much of a picky eater, so they never really had this issue before! But all of the food was either an unnatural color, had a horrifying name, had a billion eyes and legs, or was still moving and squirming around! But- they didn’t wanna be rude and ask for something else when they’re only a guest, so they just.. eat what looks like wouldn’t eat them back and try to suck it up.

they’re honestly getting by on school lunches really, there was more options there, but the only thing they could even look at was cut fruit and different breads, so that’s what they ate. They filled up their plate with fruits and breads and just prayed that whatever meat or protein that was made for dinner was something they could stomach eating…

for days and weeks they were always hungry, it gnawed at them from the inside out, it was hard to focus on school, and despite being a fantastic student in the human realm they were pretty average at RAD. Because sitting in class or at the HOL or ANYWHERE AT ALL, all they could focus on was the growing pit in their stomach. as the school year progresses the brothers slowly begin to notice. Maybe mams tries to encourage them to try some ramen he got at the store, or levi offers different kinds of chips, which of course they accept and eat because it’s the closest thing to normal that they have access to. the most concerned out of everyone however, is Beel. He of course joins in on offering mc food and making sure they’re able to eat something, but as time passes he starts to notice something in them. At first he can’t describe it, but they seem.. off.

But one day mc just, suddenly seems to no longer have this worry about what they’re eating- in fact, they’ll eat just about anything! The first time they manage to completely finish a meal the brothers are of course ecstatic, and mc attempts to also be happy about it but they end up rushing off to vomit everything up in the restroom. They hadn’t eaten so much in so long, that when they had finished their plate it was just too much food for their body to handle. Along with that mc just couldn’t ignore the awful bluish hue the food was. Which all together made their stomach churn. But- after that, despite the brothers concerns, they’re almost right back in the kitchen to eat something else.

and this is how it goes for a while, mc ignoring the brothers concerns about their eating habits, and mc slowly beginning to just- eat and eat and eat. But of course their body just can’t handle the rate in which food is coming so they keep throwing up but they just can’t seem to stop. They’re just so so hungry. And they just can’t believe they went this long without something filling their stomach. Eventually they become nearly animalistic at dinner, often forgetting to use utensils and nearly biting anyone who appeared to be reaching for their plate. Really it felt like another Beel had moved in. And the brothers tried to joke about it, maybe attempting to hide their concern, but they could hardly ignore how concerning this behavior is.

One day is particularly horrible for Mc. They just can’t seem to eat enough. They had about four servings at breakfast and still felt painfully empty. They could hardly manage. Snacking in between classes hardly helped, and they often caught themselves spacing out at the people around them. it first started with mammon. Since he was always around they began to notice how… wonderful he smelled. Despite the fact that he was awfully scrawny his stomach and thighs had plenty of meat on them.. no what were they thinking? That’s totally insane!? Why would they even have these thoughts in the first place- but after their sudden intrusive thoughts, they started to scope out everyone they saw. Beel had a lot of muscle and would be hard to get their teeth through.. though a good steak knife would fix that. Besides his stomach area had plenty of amazing tender flabby flesh to work with. Levi had little to no muscle at all. And with how tall he was there was plenty of fat, just more evenly spaced out.

They couldn’t help but drool even at the sight of most of the brothers. Staring at them like they were roasted pigs.

then it finally happened.

a loud high pitched scream rang through the halls of RAD. Students rushing towards and away from the source flooded the halls as they either hid in classrooms or quickly exited them to see what was happening. Of course mammon and luci were the first two there, mammon having just been a classroom away and luci was simply just automatically rushing to break up whatever was happening. And there they were. mc had a student pinned to the ground with their jaw clamped tightly around their neck. Despite the fact that their human teeth were supposed to be nowhere near strong enough to break demon skin- they managed to use enough strength to dig straight in. They jerked their head around like an animal, attempting to rip the chunk of flesh out as the students nails desperately clawed and dug at mc’s shoulders and arms in an attempt to pry them off. quickly the two brothers run over and manage to get mc away from the student, blood quickly splatters onto the ground from both the student and mc, of course mostly from the student, thought the amount that mc spits out of their mouth was enough to make people believe they were secretly vampiric.

the brothers drag mc home and quarantine them in their room, only really allowing Beel inside since he 1: understood this level of hunger, and 2: could very well manage to restrain Mc if they got violent again. It was hard to be upset at them, they were crying and guilt ridden, constantly spewing out that they “didn’t know why they did it- they were just hungry and they couldn’t stop themselves- they don’t know what’s wrong with them-“ so, the brothers didn’t know what else to do rather then keep them home while solutions were being searched for.

thankfully, since the cast of OM is only stupid half of the time, they quickly managed to figure out what is happening and how to solve it. However it was hardly fast enough to avoid poor Beel from becoming covered in bite and claw marks from Mc attempting to eat him whenever he wasn’t looking, though thankfully, since he is a creature full of love, he managed to keep his cool and clam Mc down enough to eat something that isn’t him.

in the end, the brothers(and diavolo&barabtos) make sure that mc gets food that they can stomach, the student they had attacked thankfully made a full recovery(due to being a demon the injury wasn’t too fatal), and yippie!! Yahoo!!! Happy ending and more stuff for luci to loose sleep over!!!!

[104cadetlauren]

Note: Photo credit goes to the original artist. It is not mine and I only used it as an inspiration for this AU. Source: Pinterest

in another universe, levi and hange had time

In an alternate universe where Hange survives and the Rumbling ended, it’s Levi who helped her recover from her injuries.


They finally finished the conversation they started in the forest. No more interruptions, no more avoiding the truth of what’s always been between them.

There’s no dramatic confession. Just a look. A silence filled with something mutual. And for them, that’s enough.

Hange wants to see the world. There are still questions to ask, people to meet, knowledge to chase.


Levi—who’s seen too much—chooses something quieter. He opens a small tea shop in London. It’s simple. Steady. His.

They part at the same time. She sets out, and he starts over. Different directions, same thread.

But they never lose touch.


Hange writes often—pages packed with observations, sketches, half-baked theories, strange meals. Levi’s letters are fewer in words but never in meaning. She re-reads them when the world feels too loud. He re-reads them more than he would care to admit.

When she returns, even briefly, Levi was always there, a cup of tea in hand. Her favorite blend.

They fall into old rhythms easily. She talks, he listens. She teases, he sighs. They have tea every morning and feel each others’ warmth in the evening.

There’s no one else who could sit beside Levi in silence and make it feel like a conversation.
And no one else Hange would rather share her stories with—even the ones that don’t make sense yet.

Eventually, after years of chasing knowledge, Hange comes back for good. Still curious. Still restless—but slower now, more grounded. She takes a teaching post at a university in London, just near Levi’s tea shop. She chose this university so Levi could visit her more often without straining his knee too much.

Levi’s tea shop remains, tucked on a quiet street. Some days, her students visit, never knowing that he was once called ‘humanity’s strongest’.

The beauty of Levi and Hange’s relationship was, they don’t need to be together every moment to feel close.


They never did.

What they have is steady, like the tea he brews or the way she always kicks off her shoes at the door. It’s real. Ongoing. Something like love—but quieter, more committed.

And between them, there’s something constant.
Unchanging. Even as the world moves on, they don’t have to.

Note: I would like to credit @storiesofaot for inspiring me to write this AU of Levihan. This was because of her line ‘They don’t have to be physically together, to be together’ and I though about it. This kind of subtle understanding and commitment is very canon for them. They never have to name it, they just know it and for them, that was enough.

[ashomodeus]

Here's some angst that I also had fear of posting

Thank you, Beyonce, for keeping me awake.

MC was magically picked for the exchange program unwillingly. They peaked everyone’s interest until randomly the brothers seemed to no longer care. This kind of hurt MC. This is how each brother acts:

Lucifer

Of course, he wouldn’t really show utter dislike, but MC reminds him so much of Lilith. His heart aches to even think about her.

Drabble

MC bumps into Lucifer running to class. They quickly picked up their things.

“Watch where you’re going” He scoffed. Looking down at MC.

“I’m sorry-“MC was cut off by Lucifer shaking his head. MC had enough. MC dragged Lucifer to the nearest room Lucifer was in shock with the sudden grab that he turned into his demon form.

“MC.” Lucifer demanded.

“No kill me I don’t care, why are you so mean to me?” MC stood up straight trying to seem calm.

“Nothing. Maybe because you act like you run this place” Lucifer said trying to avoid the actual problem.

“I haven’t been here that long and you treat me like nothing I get you’re the avatar of pride but get off your high horse.” MC said getting upset.

Lucifer stepped in front of MC and was about to attack when he got a sudden flashback of the day Lilith passed. The avatar of pride could no longer handle the pain he broke down, right there in front of MC.

“Lucifer?” MC questioned

Mammon

Mammon has always treated MC as an inconvenience to him. Eventually the words began to stick and sting and come true.

Drabble

“Mammon make sure to watch over MC today. We want to make sure our exchange student stays in one piece.” Lucifer ordered Mammon.

“Ugh why do I have too?” Mammon groaned.

“Because you value your life” Lucifer threatened.

“Whatever.” Mammon walked to MC’s room and banged on their door. MC walked out the door not realizing who it was.

“Hey Mammon what are you-“MC was cut off by a very annoyed Mammon.

“I’m forced to babysit you today; I could be doing so many other things but you’re too weak and pathetic to be alone.” Mammon spat out. That last part stuck to MC. It burned just like the tears threatening to escape their eyes. They understood that they were taking up Mammon’s time but why did he have to be so harsh. He was nice before. What happened?

Levi

Man MC this MC that he was sick of it. Why does he have to care, wait he doesn’t. Levi continuously ignored MC.

Drabble

“Hey Levi- “MC was cut off by him turning up his game louder. MC tried to speak louder but it never got through to him.

“Levi...” MC’s voice got lower. Their heart began to sink. The only demon they wanted to talk to, who was like them ignoring them.

“MC” Levi spoke. MC raised their head quickly hoping they would be acknowledged. “You’re in the way, can you move” They sighed. It appears every word Levi said ripped deeper and deeper into MC’s heart.

“Okay” They moved out the way and Levi walked away. Part of them wants to stop him the other part knows they should let him go but one part managed to win.

“Levi wait-“MC touched Levi’s shoulder touching him.

“Don’t touch me. You literally swooped in here and suddenly everyone likes you. Of course, no one would like a yucky otaku but it’s not fair you were no one just a few months ago. I refuse to give you undeserved attention” Levi snapped. MC stood in shock. Those words felt like a thousand knives to the heart.

“Levi... I liked you.” MC ran off after saying that statement.

Satan

A random human has more freedom than Satan has ever had. The idea didn’t sit right with him. MC has stories worth lifetimes and yet he could only dream of living life like that.

Drabble

“I feel like I haven’t experienced much at all compared to any of you” MC laughed. They were all sharing and discussing old stories.

“Yeah, it’s so hard to have so much freedom. I couldn’t imagine it.” Satan said sarcastically. MC just laughed assuming it was a joke.

“Anyways MC tell us more about you.” Asmo stared at MC.

“Well i’m not that interesting.” MC laughed. This ticked something off in Satan.

“Don’t be so modest, you know if I didn’t have a care in the world I would have so many stories to share.” Satan spat out.

“Satan Chill” Mammon said.

“No oh humble MC tell us more about your ‘boring life’ tell us how you’ve had so much freedom.” Satan continued.

“I- have to go-“ MC got up and ran away. They refused to let anyone see them cry. Satan calmed down and smiled to himself.

“What is wrong with ya, they did nothin wrong and you’re treating em like shit” Mammon was angry. Satan just shrugged.

Deep down that image of MC running away crying will haunt him forever. He didn’t mean to be so harsh. He was just upset that Satan has had to live in the shadows of Lucifer. Satans heart rate slowed he felt so weak at that very moment. If only he knew how MC felt.

Asmo

One day? One day that’s all it took? It took one day for MC to be accepted by his brothers meanwhile he still gets ridiculed. It actually crushes his confidence to be around MC.

Drabble

It was the middle of dinner, and everyone was sharing what happened during the day. It was MC’s turn to cook dinner.

“At least you could be concerned with your looks and actually be smart” Levi jokes to MC. That was an extreme low blow. Asmo furrowed his brows.

“Have that same energy when you want your nails painted” Asmo laughed to himself.

“MC will do it right?” Levi asked.

“Yeah” MC smiled.

“Yeah, because they’re so steady. It explains so much You know like almost dying multiple times already. Failing a few test-“Asmo was cut off by Lucifer clearing his throat.

“Don’t ya think ya had enough today, wouldn’t want ya to ruin that ‘perfect figure’.” Mammon laughed. Asmo sighed.

“Things we’re a lot better when MC didn’t even exist in our minds” Asmo walked away from the table and locked himself in his room.

“Fuck MC they have literally made life the worst ever since they got here. My brothers literally trash on me everyday calling me names and I’m the dramatic one. I liked it better when they weren’t here.” Asmo began to cry. “Crying will only make you ugly he sighed an wiped his eyes. Asmo needed to get his towels for a bath he walked out the room and notice MC was standing there.

“Get out of my face human. You might be here but you no longer exist to me.” Asmo walked away to go get his towels.

MC stood there in shock. The sudden harshness of his words hurt them. ‘Maybe things were better without me’ MC frowned a bit. It hurt them to see Asmo like this. They decided to walk into his room and wait for him to come back.

Beel

MC was pretty cool at first to Beel but he didn’t understand why everyone was obsessed with them. It’s not like he didn’t like them he just confused. Beel isn’t good with his words so he comes off as mean to MC.

Drabble

“Hey guess what Beel MC is giving out free massages. They are so great with their hands, I wonder what else they can do.” Asmo giggled. MC hit Asmo on the back of his head. Beel almost got up to intervene but noticed the two were laughing.

“No thanks” Beel stared at MC. He wasn’t used to people playfully hitting each other besides his own brothers. He couldn’t understand how they could trust a human so quick. MC didn’t think much of Beel declining the offer but MC noticed how ready he was to attack for his siblings. MC admired this about him but it hurt realizing he doesn’t trust them.

Beel is so sweet but It hurt MC that he couldn’t trust them.

MC chased after Beel to question him.

“Yes MC?” Beel stopped hearing MC’s foot steps.

“Well- um I- was wondering why don’t you trust me, I’m just a human.” MC said shyly.

“Well my dad was just my dad until he sent us here” Beel said with no emotion. “Why should I trust you, like you said you’re human, I don’t know what humans are capable of.”

Those words hit MC like a truck. Will MC ever be able to crack that shell of Beel’s.

“Oh” MC frowned a bit.

“I just don’t trust you” Beel said.

That hurt MC a lot more than expected.

“Sorry for bothering you...” MC sighed and walked away.

Belphie

Every time he look at them he think of Lilith. Every laugh every smile every time they comfort someone he sees Lilith. Talking to them hurts so he chooses not to.

Drabble

Belphie wakes up from another nightmare. She could’ve survived it should’ve been me instead of her. Belphie sighed and stared at the ceiling. Then he heard a laugh out of his room. He could almost imagine Lilith next to him. This thought made his heart turn rotten. He got up and opened his door.

“Can you shut up, i’m trying to sleep. I don’t need to hear your cackling from my room. I don’t want it in my nightmares.” Belphie shouted, poison lacing each word.

“I’m sorry Belphie. I really hope you sleep well.” MC smiled at Belphie. They tried to be nice even though the words still stung.

“Whatever go waste your useless time elsewhere.” Belphie rolled his eyes and slammed the door on their face. MC was about to knock on the door but they looked down. They could tell Belphie just didn’t like them no matter how nice they were. They just wanted to ask Belphie what’s wrong. Something else was bothering them but they don’t know what. They sat at the door.

“Please Belphie open up, literally and metaphorically” MC sighed.

[ash5monster01]

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You did not want to attend this party. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy parties or had something else going on. This party was specifically for poetry class students which meant your sworn enemy from the last semester was most definitely going to be an attendance. It boiled your blood that the accounting major student who had taken Poetry 101 for fun, was somehow always getting a better grade than you as an actual Literature Major. After a while it became less about the poetry and more about finally getting the same or a higher grade than him. To think you had once thought of the class as fun and easy. 

Yet your roommate Emily dragged you along anyway, after doing your hair and makeup, and forcing you in a dress tighter than you’d normally wear. It didn't stop you from stewing the whole way, arms crossed tightly over your chest and already daydreaming of the various liquors that infiltrated a punch bowl and would soon make this night somewhat bearable. If you were going to have to face the overbearing and cocky boy, at least you could do it with a stimulant of some kind. 

“Wow, who knew the literature students could be this fun,” Emily says the second you spot the party. There are students everywhere, drinks in their hands, and music from a live band playing loudly from inside. It’s crazy to think these were the same students who enjoyed the same books as you and wrote essays for fun. 

“I don’t see fun, at least not without a drink in my hand,” you tell her and she rolls her eyes before stomping towards the house, in search of the alcohol to get you to shut up. 

You tag along, a little smug and side eyeing all the other students who were really letting loose before summer began. You might have been one of them if you didn’t immediately feel the hairs on your arms stick up from his presence. Half hung over a girl on the couch in the living room, a black beret on his head, and a smug smile on his face, was none other than Charlie Dalton, the bane of your existence and cockiest boy to ever exist. You wished you could rip the damn thing off his head and chuck it across the room. 

“Here, drink this and shut up,” your roommate says as she returns to your side, handing you a cup with a liquid a shade of red you’d never seen before. Your eyes never leave the boy, watching him like he might attack if you look away for too long. 

“God I wish someone would put him in his place,” you grumble, tipping the liquid down your throat and trying not to cough at the strong amount of alcohol that goes down. 

“I think the only person who can do that is you,” she replies before stalking off, uninterested in your one sided beef. Charlie had participated in this little contest of yours, teasing you and returning every glare, but you had initiated it every time. What shocked you is how he never questioned your hatred or rivalry but instead participated as if it was some fun game. 

After a few hours and a few more drinks your hips start to sway to the live band a little, letting the enjoyment of a carefree and fun night finally seep in. A part of you was still hyper aware the chestnut haired boy was loitering somewhere around the party, probably attached to his third girl of the night, but you could finally accept the semester was over. You had passed and had made it one more year closer to your degree. It was something worth celebrating whether the presence of the boy bothered you or not. 

“Looking good,” Levi, one of your classmates calls, spotting the way you finally accept the party and a blush fills your cheeks. You’re not sure why you’re embarrassed, you had every right to have just as much fun as they all were. 

“Thanks Levi!” you call back which only makes him grin and let out a hearty laugh from across the room. 

“Hey I don’t know if Emily found you but she was looking a little bit ago, said if we saw you to tell you she was upstairs, third door to the right,” he tells you and you give a thumbs up, finishing the last gulp of your fourth or maybe fifth drink. Abandoning it with the various others, you start for the stairs in search of your friend who more than likely needed advice about some boy she liked here or a wingwoman to get his attention. 

“Emily, you in here?” you ask carefully, pushing the door open to a pitch black room. Your hands fumble against the walls for a light switch but come up short, confusing you further. 

“Yeah, over here,” she calls and you furrow your brows, confused why she would be sitting in the dark at a party of all places. 

“Why are the lights off, I can’t see shit,” you grumble, stepping blindly into the room. You only had a little light from the door that was halfway cracked open so when it disappears with a slam you know you’ve just been shut in. 

“I’m sorry but this is for your own good, there’s a chain for the light!” Emily’s voice now muffled by the door calls through the door and anger strikes you where you stand. 

Desperate fists bang against the door as you call out at her and try the locked handle, confused why she’d trap you in a dark room all alone. When it’s certain she’s not going to respond you blindly search for a chain, cursing when you feel it hit your face. The same time your fingers finally grasp around it and tug, the door swings open and a body gets shoved in, before slamming closed again. Now bathed in light, eyes struggling to adjust to the drastic change, you discover it’s not a room but a large linen closet, and in front of you stands the one person you despised more than anyone. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scramble for the door again, ignoring the boy and slapping your hand hard against the wood. 

“Let me out Emily, I’m not doing this!” your voice is venomous, angry and loud enough that even Charlie recoils a bit. He knew he should have questioned it when Levi said he wanted to show him something upstairs but he wasn’t nearly as annoyed with this predicament as you were. 

“I don’t care, me and Levi are going back to the party and we’ll check back in an hour or so. Either way you need to get over this rivalry before Fall semester,” Emily calls back and you go to argue but stop yourself when fast footsteps belonging to the pair take off down the hall. Leaving you and Charlie locked together and away from the party. 

“Really, it could be worse,” he finally says, voice making you stiff when you consider the fact you actually have to confront him. 

“Maybe for you, but this is quite literally my worst nightmare,” you tell him as you turn around, aware there was only about a foot between you considering how small the room was. It was the most ideal of places but you were sure Emily didn’t put climbing out a window past you. It was evil and genius. 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that ?” he asks curiously, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the shelf behind him. His ease with you made your skin crawl considering being this close to him was constantly testing your fight or flight reaction. 

“You irk me,” you tell him sharply, leaning forward to convey how deeply and instead he just laughs. 

“As if I haven’t noticed, Doll. What I’d like to know is the reason why, I haven’t done anything to you,” he counters and you grumble, kicking weakly at the door as if a miracle could happen at any point and free you of this confinement. 

“I don’t like that you’re better at poetry than me. I’ve studied it my entire life, every detail and rule, and yet somehow you thrive with no effort at all,” you tell him and what you don’t expect is the amused chuckle you get after your angry words, trying hard to make him realize and understand why he bothered you so much. 

“You see that’s your problem, there are no rules to poetry. Anything can be poetry. I don’t give a fuck what Pritchard said or how many stanza’s I need. If poetry is going to mean anything at all, then it should come from your heart, and not be constricted by some fake rules,” and you hate that even these words sound like one of the best poems you’ve ever heard. 

“Fake rules? It's what we study, Charlie. It’s the whole point,” you tell him pointedly, finger poking into his chest as you try and get your point across. 

“No it’s not, the whole point is for what you’re writing to mean something. I’d rather a poem be real than crafted to sound perfect,” he tells you, hand grasping the finger that sticks into his chest and you grumble despite the fact his words make sense. 

“Okay and if that’s true, how the hell does an accounting student know that and I don’t?” you ask bitterly, ignoring the tight grasp on your hand from warm skin. You don’t want to admit that his cologne makes your knees a little weak and the close proximity dizzying. You despised Charlie but you also weren’t blind to his attractiveness. 

“I had a good teacher, in High School I mean. Me and my friends would study it, write our own, and sneak out in the dark of the night to share it with each other. Only time in my life I felt free so when I write it now, it reminds me of how good things can be,” he says earnestly and you hate that it’s endearing, that he actually has plausible reason, and maybe you had judged him too harshly. 

“If that is true why did you play into my hatred then, you could have just told me this from the beginning?” you ask him, tugging your hand back from his own to try and keep some sort of control. 

“I liked you, thought you had fire, and it helped you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen,” he says and your body relaxes, heart speeding up as his words sink into your bones. He had put up with your shit all this time because he liked you. Even if it included mean comments and teasing the other, he had done it this whole time to have a relationship even if it was enemies.

“Oh my God, I’m so dumb,” you crumble against the wall behind you, feeling stupid for treating him so badly all this time. It was no wonder your friends had locked you in here, you had been so blind. What you don’t expect though is the heavy hand that lands on your waist. 

“I wouldn't say that, I mean I let it go on for so long cause I thought it was hot. You hating me only made me want you more,” he admits and something electrifies the space between you, the anger and distaste fizzling out, and discovering he has some of the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen. You're not sure why, but your eyes drop to his lips, returning only a second later to find he had seen you do it. 

No more words need to be shared between you both, instead he has you pressed flat against the closet wall, and lips hot against your own. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, kissing him back more eagerly than he had. His body is filled out and strong against your own, grounding you and making you realize this whole time it was never hate. It had been lust.

On the same page for the first time in your entire relationship, you kiss him deeper, humming when his tongue tangles with your own. Your desire for him brings his hands to roam your body, something he’d been wanting to do since he saw you in this dress. On instinct he wedges his knee between your legs and you surprise yourself by grinding down onto it. It’s a drastic change and it could be the alcohol or the newly discovered feelings for him. Either way you needed him badly, and you needed him now. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks when he pulls away for air, breathing heavily and trying not to get dizzy from how good you feel in his arms. 

“Yes, please. I need you Charlie,” you whine and he nods, quickly kissing you back, no longer hesitating. You’re wetter than you want to be, it should be embarrassing, but when his hand dips beneath your skirt he doesn’t tease you at all. Instead he groans into your mouth like it’s a gift you’re already this turned on for him. 

“This may be your nightmare but it’s my dream,” he mutters, circling your clit with his fingers, and wishing he could tear your panties to shreds. You moan softly at the feeling, not wanting to waste anymore time like you had this whole semester. You grasp his length over his pants, hard and straining against the fabric, and he twitches against your palm. 

“Just shut up and get inside me,” you demand and he nods, backing away to pop the button of his pants and drag them down before tugging his T-shirt off. You follow suit, removing your panties and pulling the skirt up to give him more access. His cock angry and red grazes his abdomen, and a part of you shivers with anticipation. 

Closing the distance again, he tugs the straps of your dress down, freeing your breasts, and letting his calloused hands grope them. He looks on with adoration and it catches you off guard when one of those hands lifts your leg around his waist and grinds his length against your heat. You whine desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly which you’re thankful for considering you didn’t have much time to warm up. 

“You okay?” he asks when he’s flush inside you and you nod, unable to find the words. When you press a soft and intimate kiss to his bare shoulder, he can’t stop himself from grabbing your other leg, and sinking even deeper into you as your feet leave the ground and you get sandwiched between him and the wall. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble into his neck, trailing wet kisses and tasting his skin as if you’d forget after this was all over. Your words bring him to draw back and drive back in, pounding you against the wall with every deep thrust. Had there not been a band playing downstairs, almost everyone could probably hear you. 

“You’re so perfect,” he mutters and your fingers tangle into his hair, knocking the beret off his head just like you had wanted earlier, before kissing him deeply. He continues his pace, thrusting into you as his lips mesh with your own. It’s dirty, hot, and fast, but somehow it feels right. Even if your friends could come back any second and find you. 

“I’m close,” you tell him when he starts hitting just the right spot. Your words encourage him to remove one of his hands and find your bundle of nerves. He rubs quickly, working you over without losing his pace, and it’s no surprise you cum quickly, trembling against him as he continues to fuck you through it. When he’s certain you can’t squeeze him any tighter he finds himself finishing as well, spilling into you as his hips stutter and knees buckle. The both of you almost fall to the ground but he quickly catches himself. 

“Wow,” you say after a beat, head resting softly on his shoulder, and he nods. Slowly he backs away from the wall, helping you down, and both wincing when he slips out. 

“You could say that again,” Charlie says, finding a small towel on the shelf he leaned on not so long ago and moving towards you. You blush when he cleans himself from you before delicately pulling the straps off your dress back up. It’s intimate and sweet and you practically melt when he finishes it with a kiss to your nose. 

“Does that mean we’re done hating each other?” he asks as he retrieves your panties and his own clothes, handing the fabric over to you. You giggle as you pull them up your legs and pull your skirt back down over yourself. 

“Maybe, I’ll have to sleep on it,” you tease as he dresses himself as well, grabbing the beret from the ground and shoving it into his back pocket. 

“And to think I was going to offer a sleepover,” he smirks and you blush at the same time the handle on the door jiggles and it swings open. Had it been a minute sooner you both would have been caught. 

“So, did you two settle your differences?” Emily asks, arms crossed and foot tapping expectantly beneath her. You and Charlie share a look before turning back to her. 

“You could say that,” you finally respond and Charlie snorts, hand falling to his chest as he allows himself to laugh. 

“Well, I’ll take it. If you two fight again I’ll lock you somewhere other than a closet,” she threatens as she steps out of the way, allowing you two to leave. You both shuffle out into the hall, smelling like sex and burning with a desire for more of each other. 

“Sounds fun,” Charlie tells her before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and your roommate gives a confused look, eyeing you both closely as you head for the stairs. 

“Goodnight Emily,” you call out and it’s then she realizes you were leaving the party with the boy. When you’re both out of sight, she breaks out into a grin, jumping with victory.

The rivalry finally settled between you two, at least for now.

[1moreff-creator]

How do you think Teruko and Ace's relationship would have developed, had Ace not been the killer of the second chapter? (I know we know nothing of future chapters, but I can't get this thought out of my head)

Hm… It’s an interesting question, since they really didn’t interact a lot before CH2’s end. And a bit of it could depend on how the end of CH2 plays out without Ace as the killer. Let’s see!

CW: Death, execution.

So, first things first. Even if Ace wasn’t the killer, Teruko would still probably convince whoever actually was the killer to attack MonoTV, since that’s a plan she had even before Arei's death. That means Teruko would still get almost-executed, including her little speech about her luck and stuff.

This is noteworthy because Ace might actually be a little scared of her after that. Take a look at what happens in the Prologue.

Teruko [Prologue, EP3]: Don't come any closer. If you do, I'll curse you with my bad luck. Ace: Wh, wh, what?! Is that really true?? S-Stay away from me at all costs! I won't touch you!

Now, Ace stops being worried about this after the prologue, either because he no longer believes she'll "curse" him, or because after calming down a little he realized he didn't really believe the luck thing.

Ace [CH1, EP2]: Huh? Are you talking about that Ultiamte Lucky Student crap? Ya know, that ain't a real talent or anything. It's just some random schmok [sic] picked to attend Hope's Peak.

However, seeing Teruko so confidently confront her almost-execution, and Levi getting so seriously hurt over it, Ace might get a little worried that her luck is real and could hurt him.

However, more than scared, Ace might get pissed off at Teruko for getting Levi hurt. After all, since Ace is not the killer, he doesn't necessarily have to force himself to hate Levi. He'd also be mad at Levi for jumping in, mind you, but he'd blame Teruko primarily. Combined with all the other shit that happened, Ace would probably be pretty hostile and unapproachable towards Teruko.

That's all to say, their relationship wouldn't have a good starting point in CH3, at least from Ace's side. However, assuming Teruko's arc hasn't changed much, she did say she'd be more willing to listen to and trust others a bit more moving forwards. So, I can see her at least trying to be cordial with him, as long as he doesn't test her temper too much.

Because Ace would be difficult to approach, Teruko would probably hang around other people much more. Eden, Rose, Hu, Whit, Charles... there's a lot of people that would be easier to talk to in Teruko's newfound quest to be a little more social.

However, I can see Teruko trying to do what Charles did with her at the start of CH2, and attempting to convince Ace that the way he acts towards others is not a great idea. She'd talk about the way not trusting others ended up hurting the investigation, how bored she got of not talking to people, etc. Ace wouldn't trust that, though, and with his paranoia and persecution complex, he might think Teruko is trying to trick him in some way. Trying to manipulate him, or trying to get on his good side only to avoid making enemies that would want to kill her, whatever. So he'd tell her to fuck off.

It's... hard to imagine a world where they interact a lot after that. Ace would be too scared of Teruko (and kind of everyone else) to bother her like he bothered Nico, Teruko has friendlier people to talk to, and Ace wouldn't bother too much to reach out to her for conversation either. Maybe if Eden decides she can fix Ace like tried to do with Teruko, they would end up in the same space, but again the conversation would be awkward and standoffish.

That's not to say it'd be all angst, though. Certain, more humorous aspects of their relationship wouldn't disappear. Ace making a strange comment with complete confidence and getting a reaction of disbelief out of Teruko, for example. They'd still be entertaining to have on screen together simply by the virtue that they're two entertaining characters, so they could probably have funnier and more cordial exchanges whenever they're together in a scene that's not focused on them (for example, if shit is going down with other characters and Teruko and Ace are just sorta in the same room).

It's hard for me to think of anything beyond that, because again, it's hard to imagine them talking all that much. Hope that was enough, though! Thanks for the ask, I like thinking of these characters! :D

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Teacher's Pet [Aaron x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@littlecarmine) Center (@penandpaper-love) Right (@f4iryesss)

Prompt: When the reader, Jack’s teacher gets injured during the school day keeping her students safe, Aaron goes to check on her that evening. The unlikely pair get closer, but it's up to both of them if they want to make whatever they have more. 

Pairing: Aaron x Non-BAU!reader, teacher!reader,  ally!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: hurt/comfort 

Word Count: 12K

Content Warnings: Homophobic phrases [from anti-LGBTQ+ protesters (the bad guys)], brief mention of religion, mention of being hit in the face and body and a split lip (reader) distress, mention of food and drinking alcohol, mention of an accident [not specified what (reader)], Haley’s death is brought up. If I missed any, please let me know. 

A/N: Hi all! I hope you are all doing very well! This fic is for amazing @imagining-in-the-margins's Pride writing challenge! I made up my own prompt for this one which is: The reader puts herself in danger to keep her students away from anti-LBGTQ+ protesters. Aaron finds out about this and makes sure she’s fine (aka protective Hotch.) I hope you like this more fluffy and cute style of fic. It’s a bit different from the angst I write. It takes me back to my early Aaron writing style! I want to note that I know that not all school districts deal with this kind of stuff, but as I live in the South, and my sister and I are both in Education, I get to hear about this kind of thing more often than I’d like. Anyhow, please be kind to yourselves this week and do something you love, you are so special. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

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Aaron got the call from the school shortly after he’d finished an early lunch. He was seated at his desk, the soft glow of the lap lighting his space which was covered by the team’s files. He was going to do the boring parts of the files for them, as he always did, but his phone ringing had disrupted his workflow. He glanced at the caller ID and quickly picked up, saying, “This is Mr. Hotchner.” There was a brief pause before the woman on the phone said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Hotchner. This is Rachel Jenkins, the school receptionist.” Hotch nodded his head; he knew the woman well, as he had gone to the school multiple times this year already because Jack had gotten into some kind of trouble, or needed him. Rachel continued, stating “Sorry to disturb you during the work day, but there’s been an incident with Jack, and the nurse thinks it’s best that you come and pick him up as soon as possible.” Aaron stifled a sigh. He wasn’t angry at Jack. He didn’t blame him for acting out, a trait that had started once his son had started processing his mother’s death. The family counselor said that was a natural part of grieving for a child, and Aaron was sympathetic to his son’s pain and emotions. Sometimes he wanted to scream or lash out too, but he had more faculty over his emotions. Even with all that being said, Hotch did find it a bit troublesome that Jack got into scuffles on days that would have been easy for him. But that was neither here nor there, life, nor emotions waited for anyone’s schedule -- Aaron knew this like all parents did. 

Hotch asked a follow-up question: “Was this Jack dealing with bullies, or was this him doing something he shouldn’t be?” Aaron liked to know these things heading into the Principal or Nurse’s office beforehand, so he could set his tone appropriately. There was a pause on the line which made Hotch nervous. The silence was broken as Jessica replied, “No, Mr. Hotchner, it’s not that. I… I think it’s best that you just come down to the school.” This response made Aaron even more tense. 

What could have happened that the woman would hesitate like that? He sensed that an answer had been on the tip of her tongue, and she’d stopped herself from speaking because she thought it was better. Hotch furrowed his brows, got out of his chair quickly, and grabbed his suit jacket. He flipped the screen of his laptop down, then grabbed his shoulder bag from the couch. No matter what Jack might have gotten up to, not knowing if something bad had happened to his son, nothing would stop him from getting to Jack. 

Hotch hurriedly locked his office door behind him and as he started striding toward the stairs that would get him to the elevators, Rossi exited his office and offered a quizzical look at his friend. It was unlike Aaron to flee the office, even on days that felt like they were drawing on for an eternity. Hotch beat Dave to the question forming on his lips, someone would need to know where he was in case something serious came up in his absence. “Jack had some trouble at school and they said I should head over there.” Rossi frowned and said, “The bullies again? Remember my offer of teaching Jack how to punch is still on the table.” The worried look on Aaron’s face prevented Dave from joking further. Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “I don’t think so, I hope to be back in a half hour or so. Look after the team while I’m gone, please?” 

Rossi nodded his head in understanding and watched as Aaron took the stairs quickly down to the bullpen and out of sight. Dave closed his eyes for a second. He knew things had been hard for Aaron and Jack after Haley. There was no avoiding the hurt that lingered like a shroud around the two of them. He knew that Hotch had done his best to help and support Jack, but that didn’t make Aaron’s pain any less. If anything it made it worse because the guilt still haunted Aaron like a spector. Jack’s anger had grown and manifested at anything that it could get its teeth into, and often its victim was Aaron, who was trying his best. Dave bowed his head and saw the grief with Aaron. Rossi knew grief, it had been his companion for many years. And it hurt to see it on Hotch, but there was little he could do but support Aaron to the best of his ability and let time do its healing. And healing was a slow seamstress. Dave looked over the bullpen at the team working and smiling and turned back to his office, he felt like he needed a drink, but for now, bitter coffee would have to do. 

Aaron drove at a speed that was technically street-legal. The churning of his stomach and the constant red lights had him worried and agitated at the same time. Jack’s school wasn’t too far away, but he’d hit the lunch-hour traffic which made the drive at least twenty-five minutes long. Hotch jacked up the air conditioner to silence his stressed-out thoughts. If something very bad had happened, then he would have been told. And there was nothing on the news, no lockdowns, or active shooter drills. However, sending Jack off to school every morning knowing that that was a possibility didn’t make him feel good. 

It was the fear of the unknown that made Aaron press his foot down on the accelerator further. Hotch arrived at the school and everything looked normal from the outside. With hurried footsteps, he made it to the front office to check in. Jessica could see how nervous he was and the intensity of his expression. Aaron’s eyes, when they were dark and worried, had opened many doors for him, and broken many unsubs in the interrogation room. The receptionist swallowed and said, “Just grab a visitor badge and you can head to the nurse’s office, Mr. Hotchner. I’ll sign you in. The Vice Principal is already there.” 

Aaron grabbed one of the laminated passes and said, “Thank you,” as he headed out of the glass office and toward the nurse’s office which was located at the end of the central hall adjacent to the janitor’s closet. Knowing the Vice-Principal was present with Jack told Aaron more information, but not enough to know exactly what had happened. If he found out that his son was being bullied again, he was going to send some strongly worded emails to those boy’s parent’s this evening. As he was drafting the letters in this mind, he made it to the nurse and opened the door. As soon as he saw Jack’s tear-stained face, and that he was clutching a Kleenex in his hands, Hotch stepped further in the door and the nurse and Vice Principal moved aside and let him go to his son. Aaron knelt next to the bed that Jack was sitting on and embraced him firmly. Jack let out some sniffles and Aaron reassured him before asking for any information, “It’s okay, Jack. It’s okay.” 

After a few moments, Hotch attempted to move away, but Jack’s hands gripped the fabric of his shirt. Aaron moved his right hand from Jack’s soft hair that reminded him of Haley to under Jack’s legs as he stood. Unamused at how he’d been kept waiting, Aaron asked in a cool tone, “Would you tell me what’s going on, Vice Principal Westbrook?” The silence that stayed in the room as the Vice Principal picked at the hangnails on his fingers and looked at the floor had Aaron hot under the collar. Jack didn’t look bruised or hurt in any way, just very upset. Upset enough that he had wanted him. Before Dr. Westbrook could come up with a scripted answer, Jack said, “They hurt her, Dad.” Aaron frowned, pulled Jack back from his chest a bit, and asked, “Hurt who, bud?” Jack sniffled and replied, “Ms. y/l/n. He punched her in the face and her shoulder.” The words tumbled out of the boy's mouth and only had Aaron more concerned. Jack was crying again, and Aaron handed him back his crumpled tissue and pressed Jack to his broad chest again. Jack set his head on his dad’s shoulder and took comfort in the solid presence and scent that was always there for him when he needed it. 

Jack had done a lot of growing up in his short years. He’d discovered a few things about life that he wished he hadn’t. How people you loved sometimes went away, maybe just for a bit, or sometimes forever, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still there loving him. His dad was a prime example of this -- and even if Jack couldn’t articulate this, or might change his mind later, it was still true in the moment. As his little fingers clutched at Aaron’s shirt collar, Hotch turned to face Dr. Westbrook again. 

The slim man seemed to be trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with Aaron, and giving a straight answer to anything, but Hotch wouldn’t let him get away with this. Ms. y/l/n was someone who had become very special to Jack this year when he got into her class. Aaron also had a kind of parasocial relationship with y/n, as she had been very helpful with Jack and dealing with his grief and the bullying he’d been dealing with that year. Jack had brought her up early in the year and when Aaron had met with Ms. y/l/n for the Meet-The-Teacher night, Hotch could tell why. She was so bright. Her presence illuminated her cozy room which she had decorated with bright posters and lights. It seemed even the sharp corners of the room were softened by y/n’s presence. She had given Jack such praise for his manners, his reading skills, and how he treated his classmates with kindness. Aaron had almost felt like a lost that night, as he could only listen and nod. He had to really pay attention when some of the other parents started asking questions. Apart from the fact that y/n was clearly an adept teacher and classroom manager for her age, she was also pretty. Pretty in a quaint way. He’d left the school that night feeling oddly lighter than he had in months. 

The next time they met was at the first parent-teacher conference. That was where Aaron had learned that Jack was dealing with bullies. The administration hadn’t even informed him of this issue. y/n was very kind about it and wanted to make sure that Aaron had the right support for something like this. y/n hadn’t meant to question his parenting skills, but as a single dad, she wanted to get a better feel of how emotions were handled around the Hotchner household. Not just sad feelings, but anger and resentment too. It wasn’t until a month later when the bullying had gotten really bad, that Aaron realized, thanks to y/n, that he wasn’t equipped to handle this alone and had brought in the help of a family counselor. He had more contact with y/n after that, as she checked up on Jack and kept Aaron informed about his son’s grades and other issues that popped up in the classroom. 

Hotch could understand why Jack would be upset that y/n had been hurt somehow. He was also angry, and asked in a firm voice, “What happened to Ms. y/l/n?” The VP sighed and said, “Well it was just an unfortunate situation, Mr. Hotchner, but no one was seriously hurt and we’re launching an investigation into the situation that happened.” This evasive answer didn’t satisfy Aaron and he replied, “Great, but what happened to Ms. y/l/n, and why is my son so distraught about it? What happened?” 

Dr. Westbrook realized that he couldn’t talk his way out of not answering Aaron as he had with the other parents he’d had to have had this conversation with. The man relented and said, “Well this morning a group of Anti-LGBTQ+ protesters amassed at the front of the school and held up degrading signs and shouted at anyone coming into the building through the front entrance.” Hotch already didn’t like where this was headed. The political climate had many up in arms due to the acceptance of others, and they made it their goal to try and complain and intimidate those who didn’t agree with them and their views. The VP continued, “Well they were blocking the flow of traffic and harassing the faculty, so we had some city police move them off campus. Unfortunately, they set up on DeGhatty Street on the sidewalk by the area for recess.” Hotch nodded, getting a better picture of what had happened. But there were still missing pieces. The next bit Dr. Westbrook rushed through, but Aaron caught the story even if the VP was trying to make it hard to. “Well it was the second shift of recess, the time that Jack has, and the protesters became more agitated. They weren’t getting the engagement they wanted, and they started yelling at the kids. Ms. y/l/n was on recess shift and tried calling the school’s two SROs, but they were dealing with an incident in the cafeteria. The screaming was distressing to some of the students and one student started moving toward the group by the fence…” 

Hotch stopped the man and asked, “Was it Jack?” The Vice Principal nodded his head no and replied, “No Mr. Hotchner. It was another student, but other monitors and students did say that your son was watching from a pretty close distance.” Hotch narrowed his eyes but didn’t detect that the man was lying. Dr. Westbrook swallowed thickly under Aaron’s gaze and shaky continued, “Well Ms. y/l/n saw the student moving toward the protesters, and she moved forward to cut the student off. The group was unhappy about that, and they accosted her and made some false statements and allegations about her. She did her best to verbally defend herself and move back to protect the students and get them all inside, but one of the men in the group, allegedly, grabbed her shoulder, screamed at her, and then lost his composure and hit Ms. y/l/n in the face and chest.”

The image that the man was painting made Aaron feel his anger flash up in him. Not only was the VP using protective language for the protesters, he, nor the school had done a proper job of protecting their students or teachers. No wonder Jack was distraught. Thinking of Jack, his son had settled and Aaron knew they would have to leave in a bit. This was still a school and there were other things that had to be done, but Aaron asked, “Are the protestors gone now? I drove down DeGhatty to get here, and I didn’t see anyone. Also, how is Ms. y/n? Is she alright?” 

Dr. Westbrook nodded and seemed relieved that the conversation had turned away from the events of that afternoon. He cleared his throat and straightened his blue striped tie which didn’t match his grey suit before replying, “The local police came down and dispersed the crowd and told them they didn’t have a right to protest on the school’s block without a permit, which is true. As for Ms. y/l/n, Nurse Patty here looked her over and we decided it was for the best to send her home for the day. Ms. y/l/n seemed shaken up.” Aaron refrained from letting out a long sigh. Now was not the time nor the place. But the feelings and questions that flooded Aaron were that he wondered why the police hadn’t been called earlier, why the school didn’t seem up on its legal code, and the utter condescension that came with having to send y/n home for the rest of the day. What did the Vice Principal expect from her after being punched in the face? y/n had “appeared shaken up?” How the hell would he have reacted in that circumstance? 

Aaron didn’t want any of this frustration at this situation to make Jack feel like he was angry at him, but he would have a conversation with his son later about when to step back in a situation. But he’d worry about that later. For now, Hotch said, “Okay. Thank you for explaining. May I take Jack home now?” Dr. Westbrook seemed to deflate and nodded his head yes. The nurse moved over to Jack and gave him a pat on the head and handed him a lollipop. The older woman said, “Have a good rest of your day, Jack. If you’re at school tomorrow and you feel bad at any time in the day you can come and see me, okay?” Jack nodded softly and Aaron shot her a thankful smile before tightening his grip on his son and moving out of the door and back toward the front office. Hotch quickly signed out with Jessica and returned his visitor badge to the counter. 

Once he was back out into the warm, almost, summer sun, Aaron dipped his head down to Jack's ear and said softly, “Hey, Buddy. Would you be okay with hanging you with Dad’s friends for a while while I work in the office? You could camp up with me or you could see Uncle Spencer, Uncle Morgan, or Aunt Penelope?” The prospect of seeing his friends had Jack perk up and his distress diminish as he said, “Hm-hm. I wanna see Aunt Penny and Uncle Derek.” Hotch smiled and replied, “Okay. We’ll just be there for a few hours and then, if you’re good, we can go to ice cream after Daddy’s done with work.” That last piece of information really made Jack happy, and Aaron relaxed for the first time since the school had called him. It didn’t take long for Aaron to get Jack strapped into his car seat and head back to the Quantico Field Office. 

Hotch spent the rest of the afternoon working and looking after Jack; mostly making sure Jack wasn’t getting into too much trouble with the team. Derek showed Jack around the bullpen, and Spencer did some physics magic which the whole BAU oohed and ahhed at, even Aaron and Rossi, from a distance. Then Penelope took Jack into her office and they spent around an hour together laughing and talking. There was something about Garcia’s energy that matched Jack’s so well, and his easily distracted self could be entertained for hours. Hotch made sure to set up a fancy coffee delivery for tomorrow morning for the team out of his pocket. He knew all of their orders by heart now. He did this as a thank you to the team. Not that any one of them would complain about having Jack distract them, however, being a babysitter was very much not in their job description, especially when they were in the office, so wanted to make sure they knew how appreciative he was of their support. Each one of them had been there for him and Jack on numerous occasions when Hotch thought that he couldn’t go on. He realized how lucky he was to be surrounded by this support system. Jack had them too, and also his friends and teachers at school. Ms. y/n came to mind as he finished scheduling the coffee order. The thought of someone laying hands on her gave him a constricting feeling in his chest. 

Aaron let out a breath and looked outside his windows into the bullpen where he watched Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ kneeling next to Jack who was speaking animatedly about what looked like soccer practice. Hotch moved his eyes back to his laptop screen and pulled up his personal email. With a few clicks of his fingers, he had gmail pulled up. He hit ‘new message.’ He typed in y/n’s email into the ‘to’ box. It felt so strange to be the one initiating a conversation, especially a new one, but he cared about Ms. y/n, and he knew his nerves wouldn’t settle down until he’d checked in on her. 

y/n was the one to normally start a conversation either to check up on Jack or let Hotch or Mr. Hotchner, as she called him, what had happened with Jack at school. Aaron had only once emailed y/n for details about Jack’s day when he’d come home upset about something that he couldn’t quite decipher. She responded promptly and told him everything she knew about the situation. Essentially they had only emailed in a professional capacity before, and this felt different. For a moment Aaron wondered if anyone else had called or messaged her. If her friends from school or elsewhere were getting a story about the wild day she’d had, or how she was hurting. The thought made Hotch’s heart clench for some unknown reason. He typed out this message: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: Checking-In 

Good afternoon, Ms. y/n,

 I heard from Jack and the school today that you were hurt today while trying to keep your students safe. I wanted to thank you for putting yourself in that position for the sake of the students, especially Jack. He is very worried about you and keeps asking if you’re okay. He and I both share that sentiment. I hope the school fully supports you in what you need at this time. If there is anything I can do to make your life easier these next few days, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I would be happy to drop off food or just be a support if you need it. Wishing you the best, 

Aaron Hotchner 

Hotch hit the send button and listened to the little swoosh of the sent sound. Although he did feel better after sending the email, it was also odd. He didn’t want to come off as a parental figure to y/n. Not that he wasn’t older than her by a good few years, he was, but the idea of him coming across that way made him uncomfortable. And the fact that that idea made him uncomfortable only made him question what he wanted to come off as instead. Mostly, Aaron didn’t want to seem patronizing. He knew y/n was tough and could handle things, but his concern and care had overrode those thoughts. Hotch pushed those thoughts from his mind; he had good intentions sending the email and if it came off in another way, then at least he’d tried his best. 

Aaron looked at the clock at his wall and it was five minutes to five. Unlike a normal day, where Jack would have an afterschool activity or Jess would pick him up for a few hours before he would swing by and get Jack for the rest of the evening, tonight was different, and he started packing his things up in his briefcase. He took some of the important files and the rest he left for tomorrow. He’d come to the office early if Jack felt up to going to school tomorrow. Once Hotch had most of his things ready, he moved outside of his office. Jack was playing a game with Spencer, and Aaron called out, “Jack, come up here and get your backpack and lunchbox, please. We’re about to go home.” Jack looked up at his dad and said, “Just one sec, Dad.” Aaron gave his son a look, and Jack sighed, got out of his seat, and made it up the stairs to Aaron’s side. As Jack moved past Spencer, Reid gave his head a little pat and once Jack had passed the lithe agent, Aaron gave Spence a smile before turning to his son and moving with him to the office. 

Jack only had one binder and one maths assignment out on Aaron’s office couch. Jack had promised his dad that he would be good in the office, and being good meant doing five minutes of a math worksheet and complaining about how hard it was before the little boy moved out into the bullpen to see the team. Aaron didn’t blame him. Jack had had a hard and stressful day, but he did expect his son to pick up and get ready to go on his own. 

Jack was getting old enough for those things now, but Hotch still packed his lunches every day or made sure his son had money for his lunch account. By the time Aaron had his suit jacket back on and his briefcase and shoulder bag in hand, Jack had put his paper and notebook away and was struggling to zip up his small Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack. Aaron leaned down and helped him close the bag and handed it back to Jack. Aaron led his son out of the room and locked the door behind him for the last time for the day. Hotch nodded to Rossi who was also locking up his office and then followed Jack down the stairs. The pair made it through the bullpen, and Jack waved at the team as he passed them. Aaron said, “Thank you” to each of them as well in his low voice. As Hotch got to the edge of the BAU’s area, turned, and said more loudly, “Thanks for today, everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and JJ nodded and said bye. 

True to his word, Hotch took Jack to get ice cream at a local spot not far from their house. Jack was ecstatic to be having sweets before dinner. Aaron had to remind his son that he still had to eat some other food once they got home and settled. Jack agreed excitedly as they walked into the pastel-colored storefront. There weren’t many people inside and no one in line, so it took only a few moments for Jack to order his chocolate swirl scoop with add-ins of Oreos and strawberries. Aaron got a scoop of brown butter vanilla for himself and then paid as Jack got them spoons and napkins, then found a comfortable table in the corner of the building near the window. After paying, Hotch sat down across from Jack who said, “Thanks, Dad.” Aaron smiled and reached over and patted the top of his head, replying, “Of course, Buddy.” Hotch cherished these moments. There would only be a few more years that ice cream before dinner was a big thing, and time in some things, such as kids growing up, moved so quickly. Not only was this time for them to have a bit of fun, but it was also a teaching moment for Jack. But Aaron was going to enjoy his ice cream first. 

Aaron dipped his plastic spoon into the slightly yellow-colored ice cream. There were specks of vanilla bean in the scoop that was slowly melting in the afternoon sun. Hotch took his spoon and slipped it in his mouth, sucking off the sweetness. Hotch let the cold ice cream sit in his mouth and melt with the body heat inside. The taste was sweet, but not cloyingly so which he enjoyed. The aftertaste of the browned butter hit as he swallowed. Aaron didn’t allow himself to have anything this indulgent very often, so when he did, he tried to enjoy and appreciate it. For many years, Hotch knew that his faster metabolism had gone in his early thirties, and treats were a thing he sought out less and less for himself. However, as he watched Jack enjoy his ice cream and as the soft music played in the space while the cars drifted by outside, he realized that this was something not only Jack needed, but something he needed as well. Aaron was brutal on himself and his body, and maybe he was trying too hard. He wanted and tried to be the best version of himself for the team, but more importantly for Jack, and he might have been taking it too far on his end. He relaxed a bit into his bench seat and took another bite of ice cream, this time just enjoying it for the sake of the experience. 

After their paper bowls were empty, Aaron took a breath and looked at Jack who was playing with his spoon and asked, “Jack, did you know what those people who were at your school today were talking about?” The boy stopped fiddling with his cutlery and made a face that said he was thinking before saying, “I think so. They were mad about gay people and shouting. They were really angry and I don’t know why…” Hotch nodded his head and tried to think about how to best respond. He had talked to Jack about the LGBTQ+ community, not so much like that but in the more simple and kid-friendly way of emphasizing that anyone can love anyone else as long as it’s not hurting anyone. That there could be two moms or two dads, and that not everyone felt like a boy or a girl. Jack looked up at his dad and asked, “Why were they so angry?” 

Aaron swallowed and replied, “Well, sometimes people don’t like something, or don’t believe in something. And they can think that, but the thing is that they try and want to make other people think it too. And when people don’t agree with them, they get angry. Because if you can’t make someone agree with you, then you can at least make them scared. And what do we know about being scared, Jack?” It took a second before Jack replied, “It’s okay to be scared but being different doesn’t mean being scary.” Aaron nodded proudly and Jack added on, “So they were just big bullies?” Hotch knew it was more complex with that but for now, it was a good analogy and he nodded yes. 

This conversation gave Jack a new thought and he asked, “You told me that I shouldn’t give bullies time, but Ms. y/l/n went up to them and tried talking to them.” Aaron nodded and replied, “Yes. You’re right. That’s what I’ve said to you. Things are different with Ms. y/l/n because she’s an adult, and she was trying to keep you and all of the students safe. But you’re right, for you, Jack, I would say to stay away from a situation like that, but there are some other things you can do too.” Aaron knew that Jack was a helper, and always had been. So in a situation where his son might feel helpless, he wanted to give him an option to do something that would give him power in the scenario and to do something that he was good at. 

Aaron stated, “So what you can do, Jack, is to find the other kids like you who might be upset. Because those people were saying upsetting and hurtful things. So you can find those kids who are hurting and make sure they’re doing okay.” Jack nodded along, this was something he could do. Aaron also added, “And if things seem bad, like if you feel unsafe or the other kids feel unsafe, the best thing you can do is get help from an adult. From someone you trust or know. Does that make sense?” Jack nodded and sat forward, mirroring Aaron’s posture as he shook his head yes. Hotch smiled and said, “Good, If you have more questions about today you can ask me anytime, okay?” 

Just as Aaron and Jack were getting ready to head home, Hotch’s phone pinged with an incoming message, and he checked it. The email was from y/n and he tapped on the screen opening the message which read: 

To: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

From: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

Subject: Re-Checking-In 

Good afternoon, Mr. Hotchner, 

Thank you so much for checking in on me. That is very kind of you. I’m just sorry that Jack or any of the students at recess had to see and hear what they did. As for what the administration thinks about what I did today, I think I’m going to find that out tomorrow, but don’t want to know really, nor should I speculate about it in an email. You are niceto offer your help. I think I’m just going to order a frozen pizza from the store and call it a night. I’m a bit banged up, if it was any more than this I think I’d have to go to the ER (that last bit is hyperbole). Thanks again for checking in Mr. Hotchner. I hope Jack isn’t too upset. Tell him I said hello, and that I’ll see him tomorrow at school! I hope you have a pleasant night, 

Ms. y/n. 

Aaron frowned slightly. There was a hesitancy in y/n’s tone here. Especially with how the school might react to what had happened. That, and the fact that y/n seemed to be in a lot of pain didn’t make Hotch feel good. It made him want to go over and see her even more. He paused to make sure this was still being done with good intentions. That his desire wasn’t just trying to find an opportunity to see y/n again. The feelings in his gut were still one of concern, even if his heart was doing something different. Hotch pushed aside the new feelings in his chest, something for him to contemplate later, and composed a reply to y/n: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: Re-re-Checking-In 

y/n, I’m glad you can bring some humor into this situation. That’s a relief. It sounds like you’re in a good bit of pain. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the ER? Also, would you let me pick you up a pizza? It’s no big deal at all, and that way you can save money on the delivery. Sorry, I don’t mean to overreach, but I am willing to give a helping hand if you want. 

Aaron Hotchner

Hotch really hoped he wasn’t sounding too desperate, or that y/n would think his offering to help her save money made her feel poor. He didn’t mean it that way. He’d tossed a few options out for her to reach out if she needed, or wanted help, or just some company. From what Aaron could tell about y/n was that she was fiercely independent. She’d seemed so put together for someone in their mind a/r. From what he could tell from y/n’s weekly email updates, she made a lot of her own classroom content and tried very hard to connect with each of her students. Not only that but from the two times they’d met at school, there were no indications that she had a partner or parents close by to help her with things. Aaron assumed this mainly because she’d told him how she’d had to learn how to fix the leak in her bathroom faucet from YouTube just so she didn’t have to call in a plumber. That was another time when Aaron had wished he could just whisk himself over to her duplex and lend y/n a hand. Before he could overthink what he’d sent there was another reply: 

To: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

From: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

Subject: Re-re-re-Checking-In 

Ummm, you’d do that, really? I don’t want to be a bother, Mr. Hotchner. I know you have to take care of Jack and everything… 

y/n y/l/n

Now a hint of a smile turned up the corner of Aaron’s mouth. He and Jack had made it to the car at this point and Hotch typed out: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: [Re]-Checking-In 

y/n, 

I’d be happy to take even a small load off of your shoulders. After what you’ve been through today it is the least I can do, and I can get someone to sit with Jack for an hour or so while I come over. To make communication easier, here is my cell Number: (804) 572 - 4459. If you’d like, however, to keep this over email, that’s fine as well. It might be a moment before I get back to you as I have to get Jack home and get him dinner, but I’ll be open after that and talk to you again then. Do you have any allergies or dietary restrictions I should know about before I go grab your pizza? 

Aaron Hotchner 

The drive home was quiet as Jack thought about what his dad had said. The sandy-haired boy had a few more questions which Aaron did his best to explain. When the questions turned toward religion, it had been a church group protesting, Hotch did his best to turn the conversation back to the key points. He rarely talked to Jack about church or religion, wanting his son to be able to make his own choices in faith, or not to have any at all. That hadn’t been a choice for Hotch as a child, and he wanted Jack to not have the burn of guilt that faith could bring unless it was something his son came to on his own terms. Plus religion had become a bit of a sore subject for Aaron after Haley’s passing. How could a fair God take away someone as good and pure as Haley? It didn’t make sense, and he didn’t have the will to study theodicy. So he pushed those thoughts to the background and focused on getting home. 

It didn’t take long for Aaron to get dinner ready for Jack. While he reheated some leftover pasta and veggies, Jack did his homework, and they both had a small dinner. Hotch also texted Jess to see if she was open to swing by for an hour to which she replied, “Yes. I never miss a chance to hang out with my coolest nephew. Are you going on a date or something?” Aaron rolled his eyes at the text, he suspected sarcasm and replied, “Something like that. Making a house call to a friend in need. I’ll tell you more later.” A moment later Jess sent a thumbs-up emoji and said, “I’ll be over in about forty minutes once my boys are settled, probably playing Fortnite or something *sigh*” Hotch liked the text and checked his messages to see a text from a new number which he correctly assumed was y/n. She had sent a simple, “Hello, it’s me, y/n. For your pizza question, I have a/d/r so knock yourself out with that. I’m not a picky eater. Also here’s my address, ________. I’m not doing anything tonight, I couldn’t even if I wanted to, so you can come over anytime, but before nine would be great as I have to wake up early. Thanks so much again. This is very, very nice of you. - y/n.” Aaron liked the text and replied, “Sounds good. I’ll make sure to make it to yours before nine. - Aaron.” 

Jess arrived promptly at 6:30, and Hotch let her know it was the normal bedtime routine that night. A half hour of TV, upstairs, teeth brushed, and in bed by 8:30. Jessica nodded and said, “Gotcha. You owe me a story for this one.” Aaron chuckled and said, “I’ll let you know. There’s an open bottle of Pino in the fridge if you want some. I shouldn’t be gone long.” Jess couldn’t help herself from saying, “That's what she said,” and Hotch flushed crimson. Unlike Haley, Jess had gotten the more crass humor of the Brooks family. 

Aaron left the room, keys in hand before any more jokes could be levied at him. He really didn’t plan on staying at y/n’s long. However thanks to the recent comments, Aaron couldn’t help but feel like he was a teenager sneaking out of the house to see some girl after curfew. Hotch shook his head at the silly notion and reminded himself that he was an adult man, and such thoughts were above him. However, he couldn’t stop the small thrill that ran through him as he entered y/n’s address into his phone. He swung by the local store and picked up two frozen pizzas that he thought y/n would like and matched her allergy and dietary restrictions she’d sent him earlier. He also moved to the pharmacy section and picked up some pain relievers, liniment oil, and cotton pads, just in case y/n didn’t have any of those things at her apartment. After all, she had said she was going to get stuff delivered to her, and he didn’t know if those were things she had planned on getting and then just didn’t tell him because she hadn’t wanted to be a burden. At least, that was how Aaron justified the extra purchases. 

Hotch texted y/n that he was on the way and the closer he got to her place, the more nervous he felt. It was strange. He hadn’t felt this way in ages. He had to keep attempting to suppress the feeling, but it kept creeping up on him like frost on the ground in the morning; an inevitable thing that he knew would change and probably go away with time. It was a week away from summer, there shouldn’t be frost on the ground at all. Hotch felt exasperated at his state and realized that maybe he was just too cold of a person and the frost stuck with him. Outside of y/n’s place, Aaron said, “Get ahold of yourself Hotchner, and be helpful for once, goddammit.” His little pep-talk got him to the door with the groceries. The lights were on inside and Aaron knocked lightly on the front door. There was a very muffled, “I’m coming” and all of a sudden the piercing darkness was broken by a stream of yellow light that poured from y/n’s open door. Aaron blinked for a second as he took in y/n. She seemed pretty relaxed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that were nearly swallowed by the length of her shirt. She was barefoot and leaning against the door frame taking him in as well. Apart from the angry bruises on y/n’s face and her split lip, she looked comfortable here. ‘This is her home, of course, she’s comfortable’ Aaron reminded himself. 

While Hotch’s eyes had been adjusting to the light, y/n’s eyes were getting used to the dark. Jack’s father had always been an attractive man even though she’d only seen him briefly in the drop-off and pick-up lines and even less for any extended period of time. But Mr. Hotchner had a face, and attitude one didn’t easily forget. There was an intensity about him, a fierceness that could easily draw one in or scare one away. 

y/n wondered why the other teachers didn’t talk about him more. Maybe it was all the things he and Jack had gone through, horrible horrible things that kept people away. It made sense that Mr. Hotchner was in the FBI. He had a high-intensity job. All that energy had to go somewhere, and when he wasn’t being a parent to Jack and doting on his son, he must be doing dangerous and exciting things. Far more exciting than her job at least. y/n noticed his jeans and polo, a new outfit on him, and most certainly not his normal pressed suit and tie. y/n wasn’t complaining. His arms filled out the sleeves and his waist seemed a little less trim. y/n felt like a total fool for just standing there, realizing that he was also waiting to come inside, or maybe just drop off the bag of groceries he’d brought her so kindly using his own money and taking time out of his night. 

y/n snapped back to reality and berated herself and thought, ‘You’re fun little thoughts are getting out of hand. Please like he’d care about you like that.’ It was true, y/n had allowed herself to think, just a bit about the mysterious Mr. Hotchner. It was harmless, just small vignettes of them laughing about a joke, or holding hands -- kid's stuff, or at least it had been until he showed up outside her doorstep. y/n shook her head and said, “I’m so sorry Mr. Hotchner. I get hit in the head and my manners fly out the window. Would you like to come in, or just hand those things over? I can pay you back for them. Do you have PayPal or Venmo?” The words came out quickly, more quickly than y/n had hoped. There was no hope in sounding nonchalant now. A flush started forming on y/n’s face and she wanted to put her face in her palm, but had enough dignity left to not do that in front of the parent of her student. 

Aaron let out a little sigh of relief knowing that he wasn’t the only one who thought meeting like this was a bit, different. He wondered for a second why y/n had accepted his help, but pushed that aside and said, “Please Ms. y/n, you can just call me Aaron. I’d like to come in for a moment. See if you’re alright if you don’t mind?” y/n nodded and opened the door wider for Hotch. Aaron slid past her into the warm comfort of her space. It was lit mostly by lamps and the furnishings seemed soft and cozy which would match y/n’s personality. It was a bit more sparse and minimal than Hotch would have imagined, but maybe the chaos of a classroom called for order at home. The lights in the kitchen were on and the brightest. Hotch heard the soft click of the door behind him as he looked over the space. 

y/n stepped forward and said, “Well, please just call me y/n. Unless I’m in the classroom, Ms. makes me feel like a 19th-century spencer waiting for Harlod Hill to come into town.” y/n rolled her eyes at her choice of words. ‘Yes y/n, let’s talk about The Music Man in front of Mr. Hotchner, why don’t you?’ In an attempt to recover and hide her embarrassment, y/n stated. “I was just pouring myself a glass of wine when you knocked, um, would you like one? I can also take those groceries from you.” Aaron offered y/n a soft smile that only made her heart beat faster as he extended the bag of groceries and said, “I’m good for now. Thank you. Have you had anything to eat yet tonight?” y/n took the paper bag and their fingers brushed, the warmth of their skin spreading despite the frozen contents inside the bag. y/n cleared her throat and turned toward the kitchen in an attempt to hide how flustered she was. The cool linoleum tile of her kitchen managed to cool her down, and she placed the pizzas in the freezer. She tried to say casually over her shoulder, “I haven’t eaten yet, no. You can sit down anywhere if you like…” y/n didn’t know exactly if Mr. Hotchner wanted to stay long and she felt silly for having offered him a drink in the first place. Maybe he didn’t drink. By the time y/n had situated the food, Aaron had taken a seat in one of the chairs sitting catty corner to her tan couch. Trying to play it cool, y/n moved to her counter and poured herself the glass of wine she had been planning before she’d put her foot in her mouth. y/n contemplated that maybe this was why she was good with kids. The nuances of adulthood could pass over children’s heads so easily. They didn’t feel the awkwardness that y/n did right now. Nor the racing of her heart as Aaron filled one of her seats. 

She moved over to the couch and asked again, “Can I please pay you back for the groceries? It was nice of you to bring them, and for you to check in on me. I got a few angry emails from parents saying that I exposed their children to danger today, so yours was a nice change.” Aaron’s eyebrows pulled together. The comment about payment passed him by. He wasn’t going to let Jack’s favorite teacher pay him back, even if she asked a hundred times. But the more pressing issue was the emails from other parents. If y/n’s actions didn’t look good, then he didn’t know what they were. He asked in a low voice, “Why were they upset?” y/n bit her lower lip and cringed as the pain stung from the split in her mouth. She had forgotten it was there for a moment. Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought up the other emails. Depending on how the district’s admin took her situation, it wouldn’t help her to spread information. 

y/n chose her words carefully as she replied, “Well some were mad that I got hurt in front of their children and some were angry that their kids were exposed to those protestors in the first place.” y/n looked at Aaron and his slightly annoyed and sympathetic gaze made her feel better, safe. She hadn’t really processed what had happened to her yet, and she’d been alone since she’d been sent home. It was good to have someone here, and y/n took a sip of her wine and set her glass down on the table before leaning her head back on the couch and sighing deeply deflating slightly. 

In a smaller voice, a voice that gave away the pain she was feeling y/n said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have done anything. I just didn’t like the things they were saying. Kids are much more cognizant than people like to think and for those who have gay parents, or siblings, or might be part of the community themselves, they shouldn’t have to hear that stuff.” y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and continued, “This had to happen the week before summer break?” As y/n had her eyes closed, Aaron took the chance to give her face a better look. The bruise under her eye was turning a nasty purple that would fade to an even more ugly yellow color in the following days. The split on her lip looked nasty as well. The tender pink skin must hurt as she talked. He got what she was saying about kids knowing more than others expected. Jack was a prime example of that. Of course, Jack had been through more pain and grief than many his age. It would only make sense that he was more perceptive. The claims from the other parents sounded like bullshit to him though. 

y/n turned her face to him and said softly, “Sorry for unloading on you. I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about this yet. I don’t mean to hold you up.” Aaron nodded his head no and said, “You’re not bothering me, and you’re not holding me up. What were the protestors saying exactly, had you seen them before?” y/n’s eyes softened. She hadn’t really allowed herself the opportunity to picture Aaron like this in person, so kind and concerned. She’d just let herself think silly little snippets, but this gentleness hadn’t filtered into the equation. y/n moved her gaze to the ceiling and said, “Oh they were saying all the homophobic classics. Fags go to hell, god hates queers, and they were accusing the teachers on the staff of being groomers and turning the students gay, all that jazz.” Hotch rolled his eyes. These points were so tiring at this point, and he was annoyed with y/n for having to deal with this. y/n looked at Hotch and said, “And I haven’t seen any of those people before. Not like I’d be looking for those types of people on a daily anyway. They must have come down from upstate.” 

Hotch let out a small huff, his lawyer side kicking in as he asked, “You seemed hesitant about the school’s response to what you did today, and some other parents showed concern. Do you think the district might not support your actions?” y/n sat forward and took another drink of wine, more this time. It was helping her calm down. Not that she normally needed wine to unwind, but it had been a long day, and there was a very attractive man unexpectedly sitting in her home. That last fact was still a wonder to y/n. Like a dream. y/n considered that she might have gotten a very bad concussion and was being wheeled right now to a hospital. But she was brought back from her wayward thoughts when Hotch cleared his throat. y/n shook her head. She was letting her brain get away with itself far more than normal. But she blamed it on the pain, painkillers, and stress of the whole situation. That stress was slightly intensified by Mr. Hotchner’s question, but y/n realized it was better to say it out loud instead of keeping it in to eat at her. 

y/n sighed and said, “It really depends. You’ve heard about that Mom’s for Student Purity campaign at the beginning of the school year, I’m sure?” Hotch nodded his head slightly. He had heard of it but hadn’t thought much of it. Only that there had been some issues and poor behavior at the school assemblies. Aaron had assumed that the district had taken care of the situation and that’s why he hadn’t heard more about it. As hard as Hotch tried to be involved in Jack’s academic life, and he did show up to every game, play, and parent-teacher conference, he didn’t have much time for the school board meetings. That had been Haley’s forte and the thought pained him momentarily. Aaron wished he could live up to the expectation that y/n must have had of him as he said, “I’ve heard of them, but not much. I’m sure they’d have something to say about today.” 

y/n let out a little snort and replied, “Tell me about it. The district has been having a constant battle with them. Ever since the president and the vice-president of their organization got elected to the school board it’s been hard to keep them at bay. They’ve tried implementing book bans, vetting curriculum, and getting the librarian fired. Right now they’re not in the majority and their ideas are unfounded and impractical to implement, but they’re making things hard. Every time the district shoots them down, they start a new campaign and it gets more troublesome. I know this will come up in a performance review and if they don’t like it, they’ll find a way to make it hard for me. They’ve done it to others already. I can imagine the comments, ‘Teacher causes brawl in front of students leaving them disturbed.’” 

Hotch took a moment to think about how hard that must be. To have to be so careful that making a choice to do the right thing could get y/n in trouble. How the system was setting her up to have to make hard choices at the expense of her employment possibly. All of these loopholes reminded him of his own work in a way, though he didn’t have to deal with kids all day. Even though some of the police and sheriff’s departments the BAU worked with acted like children. y/n sighed and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain. I love my job. I love working with my students. I love to see their joy and to have concepts click in their heads. They bring me so much happiness every day. It’s just the other part of the job, having to tip-toe around people and admin, it kind of dims that excitement I had when I was a new teacher.” y/n finished off her wine as Aaron took a moment to think. y/n had a great way of telling stories, it wasn’t a surprise that Jack was drawn to her tone and humor. It drew him in. He turned his head back to y/n who was now longingly looking between her wine bottle on her counter and her empty glass, as if trying to decide if she should risk another glass. 

Hotch asked carefully, “Have you taken anything for the pain?” He didn’t want to say that she looked rough, but her face looked like it hurt, and from y/n’s small grimaces, it clearly did. y/n nodded and said, “I did. I had some painkillers when I got home. I think I have another hour before I can take another round.” Aaron didn’t make a comment on y/n’s choice to mix alcohol with painkillers, nor the fact that she was drinking on an empty stomach. He’d recommend that she have some dinner in a minute, but for now, he said, “Well, I think if you iced your face for a bit and used some liniment oil on your lip it would reduce the swelling. It’s still going to hurt for a few days, but the bruising should be a little better, and it might tide you over until you can take your next dose of painkillers.” y/n nodded and said, “There’s a bag of ice in the freezer. I was doing that earlier but then fell asleep. I woke up in a nice puddle.” y/n grunted slightly as she got to her feet and made her way toward the kitchen. Aaron followed her with his gaze and he asked, “Can I refill your wine glass, and maybe you can try that oil, it’s pretty soothing. I know from experience.” 

y/n turned her head toward Aaron, he was being so nice to her and she wasn’t sure why. She didn’t come across people who were just nice for the sake of it often, and it filled her with warmth. She nodded her head yes and tried to imagine Aaron, who was always so put-together and composed, not bruised and bloody. The thought sent a pang through her. She wondered how often his getting injured happened, and if he’d let her help him like he was helping her. y/n shook her head. This was already feeling like a fantasy, she couldn��t possibly hope for more than this. Things like this didn’t happen, not to her. y/n grabbed the bag of ice that had refrozen after her nap, and grabbed a towel from the drawer next to the fridge, cradling the cool bag in her hand. y/n moved back to the couch and sat back down. The butterflies in her tummy had fluttered their wings like they did when they stopped to get warmed on the gray pavement outside of her house in summer. She wished she could still them, but at the same time, it was such a rush, they almost made up for the pain in her face. She wished she could get a better read on Mr. Hotchner. She knew about his son, and his circumstances, but even so, he was unpredictable like a comet. Why he’d offered to help her apart from out of kindness was hard to pin down, and she didn’t dare ask him outright. Why she’d accepted was another mystery. Did wanting to be in the company of a good man make her a bad person? Was she sexualizing him, taking advantage? 

Before her thoughts could take her further, y/n pressed the bag to her face, covering her and dimming the flush that was blooming on her cheeks. y/n pressed a little too hard and grimaced at the cold and the pressure. Just as she did this, Aaron sat down with her wine and the grocery bag. Hotch softly said, “Gentle now.” y/n looked up at him, half of her face covered, and smiled. She felt like I might cry, but she didn’t know why. How pathetic she must have looked to him. Not able to take care of herself. But she’d been trying. She’d been trying to prove she could care for herself forever. Now one had trusted her, not after the accident. Not after her life had been turned around. But she didn’t talk about that. She didn’t even talk about it with herself anymore. There was no point in self-pity, she’d lived, externally unscathed. For as perceptive as Mr. Hotchner was, he couldn’t know everything inside her, maybe that was what she was waiting for. Someone who could explain why bad things happened to good people. y/n swallowed back her emotions and wiped away one stray tear, and Hotch sat in silence watching her with concern. Wondering why her mood had shifted so suddenly. 

After a few minutes, y/n pulled the ice pack off her face and set it on the table. She then picked up her fresh wine glass and took a smaller sip, savoring it this time, as she did this, Aaron put his hand into the grocery bag and pulled out the cotton wipes normally used for removing makeup, then the liniment oil which was in a small dropper topped bottle. He opened the bottle and took off the paper cover keeping the clear liquid inside. Hotch screwed on the cap and then dropped a few drops of oil onto the pad. He considered that if this was for Jack, he’d use his hands, and let the warmth of his skin soothe the hurt. But this wasn’t Jack, and Aaron remembered that as he started raising his hand to y/n’s mouth like she was someone he could just tend to like family. Hotch froze mid-movement and turned noticeably red. He cleared his throat and said, “Sorry,” as he set the pad into y/n’s waiting hand. She was as shocked as he was at how he’d reached out for her. y/n murmured a barely audible, “Thanks” as she took the pad and, this time, more carefully pressed it to her split lip. Aaron filled the silence with what he hoped were some helpful reminders. It felt too awkward if he didn’t speak after his slip-up with his hand, plus, he was going to have to leave in a few minutes. He didn’t want to stay out late and the darkness outside was only getting darker. 

“If the school or the district ends up giving you any serious trouble, make sure your union rep is with you when you have to explain the situation. And, heaven forbid, there is some complaint and the union can’t do anything, I have a few lawyer friends I can get you in contact with.” y/n nodded her understanding, Her eyes widened at his lawyer comment. Who doesn’t this man know? Aaron continued, “You should ice your face on and off until you go to bed, and make sure you get some dinner before you sleep. You can also use this oil in other places if you’re aching elsewhere, just make sure not to get it in your eyes.” y/n watched him list off these things so collectedly. Not even having to think about them. She considered that he would make a good teacher if he was inclined toward that profession, but then again, he was the leader of an FBI Unit, how much more of a teacher can you get than that? y/n snapped her head up, realizing Aaron was saying something to her. Hotch smiled and repeated, “Can I see?” He gestured toward her lip and y/n let out a little breath and said, “Okay,” as she removed the pad from her lip and looked into Aaron’s dark, thoughtful eyes.

Hotch sat forward in his chair. y/n’s face was in the light of a lamp and he could see her full-looking lips which were pretty except where they were marred by the scar and scab of dark clotted blood. It didn’t look bad enough to need stitches, but just barely. He’d seen so many scars like these on Morgan, Reid, Emily, and his own mouth that it didn’t bother him. What did bother him was that what was a painful and annoying injury being inflicted on y/n. That would sting for at least a week. Sure it sucked when it happened to him or a member of the team, but they’d signed up for that, the most y/n should have to expect in terms of harm on the job was a paper cut. Clearly, he had been mistaken. 

Since they had both returned to their seats, y/n and Aaron had started drifting closer together like moths drawn to a flame. Hotch was about a foot away from y/n and could feel the ghost of her breath on his face and the hint of her barely touched second glass of rose now forgotten on the table. Without thinking, he moved his large hand up to the side of her face. The warmth of his hand on the side of her face had y/n rest her chin in his palm, and she closed her eyes. Not exactly sure what or why he was doing this, Aaron brushed his thumb over y/n’s top lip and then softly over her bottom lip. She winced as the pad of his thumb brushed over her scab, but didn’t pull away from his touch. y/n opened her eyes and Hotch dropped his hand. He leaned in slightly, entranced by y/n, her presence, just wanting to be a bit closer to her. y/n did the same. 

The moment was shattered when y/n’s phone loudly went off. Aaron dropped his hand like a lead weight, and y/n’s head snapped toward her phone on the side of the table. She turned her gaze back toward Aaron, but the moment had been broken. He looked silly, almost ashamed of himself. He’d pulled back and away and his posturing also made y/n feel like a fool. What had she been thinking? y/n got up grabbed her phone and answered, stepping farther away, but not so far away that Hotch couldn’t hear. What did she have to lose after acting so immature in front of him anyway? She could hardly think how she’d act when she saw him again, especially in the classroom. 

Putting the phone to her ear, she listened as her doctor asked if she’d picked up the refill of the medication that she had needed since her accident. y/n dipped her head. She’d completely forgotten about going to the pharmacy after her day and replied, “No not yet. I’ll pick them up right after work tomorrow.” There was a short reminder that those meds were helping y/n and she shouldn’t go without them. y/n nodded and said, “I know. I’ll pick them up tomorrow. I have enough to make it till then.” Hotch watched y/n cave in on herself as she walked away from him. He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, or silly. He felt silly. Like someone who hadn’t been thinking about what he was doing. He shouldn’t have put y/n in that position and he was sorry for it. He’d have to find a way to apologize and leave y/n to her night before making some other kind of monumental error in judgment. 

Hotch heard y/n wrap up her call and her footsteps came back toward him. He stood and moved into the open space of the living room. The front door was just a few feet away and he felt like running out of it. But he stayed in discomfort and said, “I’m sorry for what I did earlier, y/n. That was inappropriate. I, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” y/n dropped her eyes again and said, “It’s alright. You were really kind to come over here and listen to me ramble and complain for half an hour. Not even my friends did that, and I’ll make sure to heed your advice. It’s clear you have a lot more practical life experience than I do. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” Aaron nodded, trying to accept her words for a situation he’d created. He wished he could explain what he’d been thinking, but he couldn’t because he hadn’t been thinking. The final nail in the coffin was when y/n said, “I hope you have a good night, Mr. Hotchner.” The change back to his last name, y/n hoped sounded regretful, but to Aaron, it only sounded hollow. Now it was Aaron’s turn to drop his head and he moved toward the door, stopping for one second as his fingertips brushed the cool metal, so unlike y/n’s warm skin. 

y/n didn’t like this. She didn’t like this at all. She hadn’t really known why she’d said yes to him coming over other than she wanted to see Aaron. She had enjoyed feeling his hand on her face. It was fast and strange like a dream, but she’d liked it, and part of her wanted very badly to understand why she’d wanted him here. And she didn’t think she could do it alone. She assumed that Aaron was as lost as she was. It seemed like he was. The words of y/n’s therapist rang in her ears, “Sometimes being strong is letting people in instead of keeping them out.” Just as Hotch’s hand latched onto the door knob y/n said, “Mr. Hotch… Aaron. I can’t exactly tell you why I asked you here, apart from the fact that I wanted you here, and I really enjoyed having you here, for all of it. I mean, like, before the phone call. I don’t know what this is,” she gestured between them, and continued, “But I’d like to understand it more. Maybe when the semester is over we could get coffee or something. Or if you don’t want that, I understand too.” 

There was a moment of silence that felt like an eternity before Aaron turned. His expression looked lighter, and maybe there was a ghost of a smile on his face that said, “I’d like that y/n. I enjoyed tonight too. You have my number now, so you let me know once you have the headspace to come up with a day for our meeting. I look forward to it.” y/n smiled too and raised her hand and waved. Hotch then moved outside and closed the door behind him. As he walked down the drive he felt better. Much better, and happy he’d come, even if he hadn’t been sure why, he had a better picture now, and he felt less guilty about it. He’d have something to tell Jess when the time was right, but for now, he could look forward to getting to know y/n better, and get to know himself too. 

Inside, y/n looked at the door for a second before she moved to it and locked it. She then moved to the couch and dropped into the cushions with a sigh. Once she’d grounded herself, y/n grabbed her glass and took another sip. The bag of ice was once again going unnoticed on the cushions and melting. y/n pulled the glass from her lips and contemplated how her face didn’t hurt so much anymore. Perhaps it was the painkillers, or the wine, or maybe, just maybe, it was the courage to tell Aaron the truth, and the possibility to know more about that feeling between them.

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chapter two; No way I’m doing this!

Twisted wonderland x Obey me crossover

Not a real timeline

perspective: second

disclamer; passing out, mention of kidnapping, crowded street

[Obey me perspective]

Mc, who was currently in Devildom’s new coffee shop, or at least, going there through the sea of other demons. 

“OI! MC! Can’t you be faster?!” 

The puffing voice of Mammon called out to them; making them roll their eyes. 

“I’m coming!!” 

They announced, struggling to keep up with his long legs. The unbothered demons pushing them around until Mammon notices and tried to play the hero. 

“I’m coming you little human!” 

He smirks, reaching out towards Mc.

Who in return, raises their hand to hold into his, wanting to get out of this crowd. 

As they open their palm, the sound of horse’s shoes clicking on the ground could be heard, other sounds dulling out. 

A hand from behind them grasping their hand before it could touch Mammon’s. They could see the surprise and fear reflected in the prince of greed’s eyes. 

“MC!” 

He called out turning into his demon form, but they couldn’t see anymore of what was happening;

The edges of their gaze hazing before everything goes black. 

They feels weightless,  almost like they was in the sea. They opens their eyes, seeing nothing but black, until a soft light appears before them. They reached their hands out towards the light, something floating before them.

A mirror…

It didn’t have their reflection, when soon a face has shown up. 

“…” 

It said nothing, just stare at the frightened Mc, it opened its mouth, yet its voice seemingly came from Mc’s mind.

They didn’t understand what it said, before it turned black again, this time, they was greeted by an annoying voice 

“Oh? Human!! Wake up!!! What are you doing here?!” 

They flinched, sun shining into their eyes. It soon settled, making them see the man? That stood above them. 

“W-what?” 

“Come, come! We don’t have time for this, you have to leave! I have been gracious enough to have one magicless student, I’m not gonna have two!” 

“Magicless?” 

They echoed, what? They has magic! What is this maniac talking about…

“Hmp! Come on!” 

The weird masked man yapped, grabbing them by their hand. 

Which finally woke them up, they grabbed the man’s clothes by his chest, yanking him and kicking his stomach, which flew him over them, landing in the grass with a tud. 

Huh.. it looks like what Lucifer taught them didn’t go to waste! 

They scramble onto their feet, looking around. This was a weird place, nothing was familiar. 

“Ouch..” 

The man on the ground grunted, making Mc’s attention snap back to him. 

They raised a hand, quickly trying to summon Lucifer. 

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Wrath, Lucifer!”

They waited for that soft burn on their pact mark, to see Lucifer’s demon wings from behind.. but nothing came.

“What?” 

They mumbled, completely caught off guard. 

“I’m done playing games! I’m oh so kind to not leave you here by your self!” 

The strange man said, grabbing them and throwing them onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“OI! LET GO OF ME YOU BIRD- THING- UH!” 

They screamed, hitting his back. They really should have really listened when Levi was cursing them out..

"Denizens of darkness, awaken! Hear me I am MC the master of Beelzebub avatar of Gluttony I call upon you to lend your powers to this demon"

They tried again, hoping to get Beel’s strength to wiggle out of the man’s hold. But once again, nothing happened. 

“Quit squirming, and let me help you! I’m truly too kind!” 

The man with the weird hat laughed, bringing Mc into a strange looking hall, where they was met with the same mirror that appeared before them!

“Oh hell nah!” 

They yelped when they were dropped before the mirror, glaring up at the man while he talked to the mirror. 

About sending them home? Huh?

After trying to make sense of what is happening, they caught the last thing that the mirror said. 

“I can’t send them home. There is no home for them.” 

“WHAT?!” 

They screamed, making the man jump back. 

“HAHAHA! No! No way I’m redoing all this!” 

They freaked out, there was no way they was going to going through all that again. They wanted to go back to the brothers, to talk with Solomon again,  spend time with the angles! No way they was going to leave them behind!! They still had to tease Luke for being short!! 

Meanwhile they started pacing, cursing out the mirror while rambling to themselves, the weird man had snook out the door. 

Mc patted themselves over, trying to find anything useful, they was panicking; wanting to see Diavolo’s calming smile again! They had to get famous on devilgram with Asmo!

“No! I did not survive those troublesome demons to get dragged kidnapped AGAIN?! Haha! No way! I’m not going to start a new school, leave all things behind again?! I’m not going through that, AGAIN!” 

They huffed, stopping as they started to feel dizzy. Mc sighed, out of breath, turned towards the stupid bird man who dragged them inside. 

Their eyes land on Yuu. 

“… Yuu?” 

They whispered, eyes widened. How.. how were they here?! 

Mc stared at Yuu, eyes wide with tears starting to gather in them. All those nights, spent in tears and sleepless turning. All those moments where they knew they couldn’t stop because they had to find their sibling… 

And now Yuu was before them. 

But how?! 

How was Yuu in this world? 

They didn’t look much different from when they saw each other last. Mc’s could help but step closer to the two, cheeks drenched in salty tears.

“I’m sorry.. do i know you?” 

Their step falters, eyes wide as they fall onto their knees. It seemed like the world was falling apart around them, shattering like glass.

“W-what?” 

They sound lost, breathless and confused. 

“Yuu? This isn’t funny!” 

Yuu looks apologetic. Looking at Mc with a small frown. 

“Yuu! It’s me, (om)y/n!” 

They cried out, hoping this was all just a cruel joke. 

“I-i am truly sorry, but I don’t know you.” 

Yuu repeated, their voice sounding empty in the air against the cries of Mc. They didn’t believe this day could get worse. So many things happened all at once. He wanted to go home, HOME home, back in the normal world and with Yuu and their parents.. 

the soft steps of Yuu’s shoe could be heard as it echoed through the hall. It danced with the echo of the stranger’s sobs, almost like a dark lullaby, trying to lull someone to eternal sleep. 

“I may not know you…” 

they whispered, kneeling down before the broken looking body of trembling sobs . Who looked up at them with- lashes sticking together from their tears. (-their skin sparkling with the salty, sad liquid) [< for those who don’t have hair] 

“But.. could you tell me who you are? To me?” 

“I’m your sibling..” 

They answered softly, as their eyes met, the same eyes Mc had missed every day. When they looked in the mirror and Yuu’s smile faced them.. 

“… I’m sorry for not remembering you…” 

“Why?… Why don’t you remember?” 

They questioned whether this was even real, finding their sibling, only for them to not remember. This had to be a nightmare, for sure! Or maybe one of the demon’s playing a trick on them! 

“I don’t remember anything that happened before coming here..” 

Yuu revealed, sighing as they was about to explain, bird man’s loud voice cut throughout the soft, broken atmosphere that settled on the two siblings. 

“You can all talk this out at Ramshackle!” 

he decided, grabbing both, which earned him a slap on the hand from MC. Giving him a glare that said “touch me and i’ll bite off your hand.”  

The man quickly backed off, not liking this more feral version of Yuu. 

He cleared his throat, putting a hand over his chest, the other onto his hip. 

“Because i’m so kind, i’ll let you, an another magicless human stay here! Aren’t I just the best?” 

He laughed, turning around and walking away while singing praises to himself. Mc’s eye twitched, the strange man reminding him of Mammon’s cocky behaviour.

“Yeah, the best at being the worse… He’s like a worse version of Mammon…”

Mc mumbles, making Yuu chuckle softly. 

“You’ll get used to it after a while. C’mon, i’ll being you to your dormitory.. if you can call it that.” 

“Oh dear…” 

Yuu chuckled, standing up and offering a hand down to them. 

“Shall we?” 

they looked at their hand, a soft smile edging onto their lips. 

“You haven’t changed a bit..” 

they chuckle, putting their hand into Yuu’s palm.

“We shall.”

[salty-scars01]

Dancing With My Phone • Mammon x GN! Reader

Part 2- long

This fic contains minor spoilers for Obey Me! and will be two parts, angst and fluff

Disclaimer: I altered the events just a little bit because I can

It's been a year since you started living in the Devildom which means that your year has been completed and you've returned to the human world.

What will your favorite demon do now that you're gone?

-•-

You never ever thought this would happen.

You were walking about on the street in the human world, in the city where you're from, when suddenly a familiar face found yours.

Solomon had made a surprise appearance and very suddenly announced that you'd be returning to the Devildom and pushed you quickly into a portal he created.

Now, here you are, happily sitting alone in the House of Lamentation while you waited for the brothers to return from their student council meeting that you fell into. Literally.

When you fell through Solomon's portal, you tumbled from the ceiling and landed directly on top of Satan, but to your surprise, no one in the room was upset at your and Solomon's intrusion. Not even Satan, whom you fell on, was upset that you were there.

Now you prepared yourself as you heard the doors of the House of Lamentation open. It seemed as though Diavolo had ended the meeting early, and you could hear the excited yelling of your name as the seven demons you had grown to love quickly made their way to you.

Forget taking turns, Levi, Asmo, Mammon, and Beel all rushed over to hug you tightly, earning groans from Asmo, Levi, and Mammon as Beel was far stronger than them.

You squeaked out yourself, as the weight from all these men was crushing you. "I missed you all- so much!"

"I can't believe you're here!!" Asmodeus sang excitedly.

"I was worried you'd leave me with these normies," Levi added with a smile.

"I missed sharing meals with you," Beel smiled softly at you. "It was hard for me to eat without you around."

Mammon opened and closed his mouth many times, trying to say something, but he took too long. "I-"

"Welcome back, we all missed you," Lucifer gave you a very rare soft smile and a pat on the head after his brothers cleared from your person.

"It was really boring here without you, honestly." Satan said through a sigh, "But I hope things will be different now that you're back."

"I'm glad I get the chance to spend more time with you," Belphie added in, "I never got as much time with you as my brothers, being stuck in the attic for all those months."

Mammon tried to say something again, but Asmo leaned in front of him and cut him off, "How long are you staying?! You dropped in so unexpectedly, surely you have a plan!" The strawberry blonde-haired man exclaimed.

You reached for your clothes, now that you were free, you could fix them from all the hugging, your hair too. "I don't know. Solomon kind of just pushed me in here, not that I mind."

"So you'll be staying for a while?" Beel asked quickly.

"I guess so!"

The two of them cheered happily and Asmo engulfed you in another hug.

"Alright already, get off of 'em!" Mammon shoved his way through Asmo and replaced his brothers hug with his own.

"Aww, boo! Why do you get to hug them and I don't?!" Asmodeus whined.

"Mammon, surely you can learn to share," Satan sighed at his older brother.

"Yeah, I haven't even gotten a hug yet..." Belphie complained.

"I'm your elder brother, elder! Ya can't boss me around like that!" Mammon retorted.

"Mammon." Lucifer boomed at him.

"Ack-!" Mammon shuddered and reluctantly pulled away from you, only to cross his arms and pout.

"This is their first day back and they said they'll be here for a while. You'll have plenty of time to spend with them later," the eldest continued once Mammon was situated.

"Yeah fine. Whatever." He continued to pout as Belphie came up to give you a hug.

"It's so good to see you again," Belphie whispered to you.

"It's good to see everyone again." You hugged Belphie back and gave him a gentle pat on the head.

Mammon watched you with sad eyes.

You looked over at him when Belphie broke the hug and you held your arms open for him.

He blushed and looked at Lucifer, who nodded. "Well? Don't keep them waiting now."

Mammon threw himself into your arms and hugged you tight. He practically melted when you put your hand in his hair and ran your fingers through it.

Asmodeus sighed and shook his head, "I want that too, you know."

You gave a chuckle and looked over at him, "I can brush your hair later if you want?"

His eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Yes please!!"

"Oh, by the way," Levi started, "I got a few new games we could play! And there's talk of a new game featuring Ruri-chan!"

Mammon began to pull away now as his brothers took their turns pulling in your attention, and he watched as you offered to play games with Levi, cook for Beel, go shopping with Satan, catch up with Lucifer, and take a nap later with Belphie.

"Yo," He finally managed to catch your attention after a moment, "Will you come to my room later?"

All of the brothers turned to him in shock, he usually wasn't so forward when it came to you.

You nodded happily, "Of course! I can come see you before I hang out with Belphie?" Your statement was worded as more of a question.

"Yeah, that's fine. I just- I just need a few minutes. Of- W-With you."

You cocked your head at him as he stumbled over his words.

"Just! Be there? A'right?" His face flushed as he closed his eyes and leaned back on one leg with crossed arms.

"Of course," You gave a soft touch to his arm which didn't help his blush at all.

-•-

The brothers had all dispersed after some time spent all together with you, and it was time for you to meet with Asmo to brush his hair.

You made your way to his room, knowing the halls of the House well.

Once you were inside, Asmodeus was sitting at his vanity with all the necessary equipment and products for his hair care.

"There you are!~" He chimed when he saw you in the mirror.

"Hi Asmo! It's been too long since I've been here."

"In my room?" He gave you a devilish smirk.

"No, in the House of Lamentation, with everyone's company." You made your way over to his vanity where he handed you a brush and turned back around.

"You know, we all missed you," he started to say as you began working the brush through his silky locks, "That much is obvious, but as much as I hate to say it, Mammon missed you the most."

You tilted your head slightly at his words, "Mammon did?"

"Are you surprised?" He sighed and raised his hands in a shrug, "He was always wanting to be with you, always claiming to be your 'first man' or whatever."

"Well, yeah, but I thought that was just him being clingy."

"He is clingy." The fifth-born sighed. "The whole first week after you left, he was in such a bad mood. He locked himself in his room and kept looking through his phone at pictures of you. And he would read through any messages the two of you sent to each other."

You stood in silence, still working with Asmo's brush as he relayed to you all of Mammon's troubles.

"And it honestly got really annoying to deal with at some point. Like, he wasn't the only one who wished you were still here!" He huffed and crossed his arms before he continued. "When he finally came out of his room, he would just mope around. When we had problems, he'd just say, 'This wouldn't happen if they were still here.' Seriously, he's so attached to you that it drives me crazy sometimes."

You felt a blush rush to you face, which was exactly what the fifth-born brother was expecting.

"He even would play with that chocolate lizard thing that you, Satan, and Lucifer have. Where did you get those from anyway?" He slyly changed the subject.

"I uh- When Lucifer and Satan switched bodies, we went to London in the human world to find the witch who could break the spell." You smiled remembering the memories. "Mammon saw them first and kinda geeked out about it. Lucifer bought them for us as souvenirs."

"What?! You went to London?!" Asmo cried. "I wanna go too!"

"Shh! Not so loud! I don't even know if Lucifer would be happy that I told you." You shivered thinking about how he got when he was upset.

"Then it'll be our little secret!" Asmo whispered with a finger to his lips and a wink as he watched you in the mirror.

"And Lucifer's, Satan's, and Mammon's," You added with a wink of your own.

Asmo huffed, "Well, it's our little secret that you told me!"

You chuckled at his reaction and handed him his brush back. "That I suppose is true. As is the fact that I'm done brushing your hair."

"Whaaaat? Already?" Asmo pouted as he took the brush back from you. He sighed as he reached for one of his product bottles and prepared to style his hair. "I guess it's time for you to go see Mammon then?"

You blushed lightly, thinking of the things Asmodeus just told you. "I- Yeah, it is."

He sighed again as he started to work. "Don't let him take up too much of your time. Belphie is waiting to hang with you too."

"Don't worry, I know." You smiled and began to head for the door. "It's good to see you again Asmo."

He smiled softly and turned from the mirror to look at you, "And it's good to hear your voice again, doll."

You gave him one last smile before you left his room and headed towards Mammons.

-•-

Once you reached the second-borns door, you hardly had the chance to knock before the door swung open and you were pulled inside.

The door shut behind you and you were pulled into a hug.

You paused for a moment, trying to recover from the shock of getting yoinked in the door.

"Mammon?"

He said nothing and didn't move.

"Mammon.~" You sang his name and gently placed your hands on his back, which made him flinch.

Another moment of silence passed before you called out to him again.

"Mammon?"

"...Is it really you?"

You blinked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I- You're not some weirdo trying to get to me right? Or some trick my brothers came up with?"

You smiled at him and took out your phone. "Not at all. See?" You pointed to your chocolate Harrison Porter lizard keychain that you had hung on your human world phone, as you hardly used your Devildom Device while you weren't there.

Mammon pulled away just enough to see your lizard, and he hesitantly reached a hand to touch it.

"We went to London, remember? And you were the first one I made a pact with. You got stuck in the labyrinth under Diavolo's castle with us, and you told me, if I were in danger and you couldn't make it in time, I should just die because no one else should save me from danger but you."

He looked into your eyes now and you could see his emotions swirling in them. A rush of denial, confusion, recognition, relief, and happiness.

He pulled you into another tight hug and buried his face in your neck.

"Y'know, Asmo told me you checked our messages a lot and looked at our pictures."

Mammon practically launched himself as far away from you as he could in one motion and stared at you with a blush and a look of blashpemy on his features. "He said wh- That little bastard! He ain't gonna get away with this!"

"So it's true?"

Mammon's fit was immediately neutralized when he heard your voice. "I- uh..." He straightened up and kicked his feet. "Maybe."

This only made you smile at him, which made him blush harder.

You walked through his room and sat on the edge of his bed.

"H-Hey! What do ya think you're doin'?!" He looked rather silly standing with his arms and legs tensed, like a little gremlin.

"You're the one who wanted to see me," you said with a slight smirk. "Won't you come sit with me for a bit?"

He stood there tense for a moment before he relaxed and made his way to you.

Once he was seated next to you, you spoke up. "Is there something you wanted to say? I feel like you almost never invite me in here." You chuckled quietly, remembering the few times you were let in here.

"I-" He paused and began to fidget, repositioning himself a few times. "I missed you, y'know." His words came out as a near whisper.

"I missed you too Mammon. A lot."

He glanced over at you, "Like, more than my brothers?"

You gave him a playful smile and shrugged, "Maybe."

He simply watched you for a moment, his eyes soaked in your face, your hair that always smelled so nice, your clothes that he'd never seen you in before, and your hands that were so close to his on the sheets.

He huffed and closed his eyes before he sharply turned his head from you and placed his hand on yours, his fingers curled under your palm.

"I ain't takin' any chances with you, a'right? I-I'm just gonna say it."

You let your fingers curl over his as a smile spread across your lips. "What is it, Mammon?" You spoke softly as he did, which only made his face flush more.

"I- I..." He scrunched his face up and gritted his teeth. He seemed to really be struggling. "I like you. A lot, okay?"

"Okay." You paused and gave him a moment of suspense. "I like you too."

"Augh, you're just sayin' that..." He looked down at the floor with his eyes still closed.

"I wouldn't be holding your hand if I didn't mean it."

His eyes shot open and he turned to look at you. "Are you bein' serious right now?"

"Mammon..." You sighed and picked up your interlocked hands. "I'm serious."

He stared at you, still unsure if you understood what he was getting at.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Not one bit."

You rolled your eyes and let go of his hand so you could use both of yours to grab his face and place a kiss between his eyes.

"Does that clear things up?"

You watched as his face turned red, first his cheeks, then his nose, his ears, then across the spot where you kissed him.

"Y-you, I- uh... w-what?"

"Mammon?" You spoke softly, while your thumbs rubbed his cheeks. "Can I kiss you? For real?"

He fumbled with his hands, like he couldn't figure out where they should go, until they landed gently around your wrist. He nodded vigorously as possible without breaking your contact with his face, his mouth hung open in shock. "Y-Yes please."

You both leaned in now and you gently placed a kiss to his lips.

Before you could pull away, his hands moved to your shoulders and he pulled you in for another deeper one.

One became two, and two became three, and after the fourth you lost count.

The two of you only broke apart when your lungs pleaded for air.

"Damn it..." Mammon swore as the both of you pulled away. "This better not be a dream."

You laughed softly at his distress and pulled him into a hug. "It isn't. I promise."

"So, d-does this mean we-" He cut himself iff as his eyes caught yours.

"We're dating?" You finished his question.

"Yeah..."

"Yeah. If you want to."

"O-Of course I do!" He noticed your smirk and stammered over his words, "Er well, I mean- Yeah. Sure. That'd be- fine..."

You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which made him flush harder if that were even possible.

"Then it's settled. You are my first man after all."

Mammon groaned and flopped onto your chest, practically with steam rolling off of his head.

Sure it took him long enough, but with the way he held his arms around your waist and breathed steadily now, you knew he was waiting for this.

-•-

Part 2 End

You can find Part 1 here!

I LOST THE SONG I WAS GONNA USE ACK-!

Edit: I found the song!

It's okay I'll update it if I find it.

Thank you for reading!! I'm realizing it's really fun to write a bunch of characters interacting all at once, so maybe I'll do that more often if people like it!

[chichiaki]

DRDT mastermind thoughts

This is mostly via process of elimination but explanations:

Whit: SUSPICIOUS AS FUCK ELEVATOR SCENE!!!

Hu: Hard to get a read on her right now. No evidence for or against her being the mastermind

J: Hard to get a read on her right now. Also her talent could contribute to a TV show I guess but this isn't good evidence

Nico: I just don't have anything to go against the possibility

Rose: I don't want it to be her. I think she has the perfect conflict as is with her guilt and nightmares. But I don't think there's enough evidence against her being the mastermind to put her in "unlikely" because of the possibility of the mastermind also having had their memories wiped.

Veronika: Her talent is WAYYYY too death game related. It would feel too obvious so it feels too unlikely from a writing standpoint

Charles: If I was a mastermind with a phobia of blood I would simply not put myself into the killing game. Or make a killing game in the first place.

Eden: I do not believe her hope and cheerfulness is a lie. If she's the mastermind with her memories wiped I guess this could work but I just really think it would be character assassination of a character who is defined by attempting to be kind no matter what !!!!!!

Mai: She's definitely suspicious and related to the game in some way shape or form, but if we're to believe MonoTV when it says that the mastermind is among the students, it can't be her. Still related to the game somehow.

Xander: I believe that the mastermind is the one who got him to attempt to kill Teruko. This means that Xander, having been ordered to kill by someone else, can't be the mastermind. And even if this theory is wrong, it wouldn't really work story wise, AND David is claiming that the "the killing game is your fault" secret belongs to Xander, and that's too cut and dry for him to be the mastermind. So therefore, not the mastermind.

Teruko: I think the game was created (in part) to kill her. It's not impossible that she's the mastermind with her memories wiped, but... I just think she wouldn't do this whole death game nonsense to kill herself.

Min: First killer who killed on accident and who we know the backstory of doesn't seem like a good mastermind choice to me

David: I think he's genuine about trying to kill all of them to end the game, regardless of whether or not this would've worked. Too clearly trying to foil the mastermind's game to be the mastermind. Also, we ALREADY got a twist personality change, so making him the mastermind would just be doing the same thing again lol

Arturo: This guy already sucks too bad to be the mastermind. I don't see it. He's too funny and not in a Whit-has-a-secret way.

Arei: idkkkk her character development just makes too much sense to me

Ace: His character development ALSO makes too much sense to me for him to be the mastermind

Levi: This one I'm more unsure about, but I'm mostly putting him here because he's MULTIPLE TIMES foiled MonoTV's plans, both physically attacking it and getting in the way of it executing Teruko. I just think it's unlikely that the mastermind would do that!!

[devildomditzy]

Devildom Ditzy's Birthday Bash

Here it is, in all its long-as-hell glory.

It's hard to celebrate turning 24, just like it's hard to celebrate growing up in general. This is for everyone that could use this today. Whether you enjoy your birthday, or hate it, hopefully this is one story you can enjoy for yourself.

No trigger warnings, besides language, a very small mention of blood from vigorous teeth brushing, and heavy mentions of birthdays (lol)

Happy birthday to you, whenever it is <3

You wake up to the sound of your screaming alarm, exhausted but obligated to start your day. As you stretch out and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you remember exactly what day it was. Wow. You forgot it was your own birthday? That's a new one. You shrug to yourself and continue your morning routine.

Birthdays used to be something exciting and important as a kid. Once you started to get older and the years passed by, its significance became less and less prominent to you, instead being replaced with the dread of getting older. Another step towards the inevitable. Hell, with the type of stuff you're subjected to down here in the Devildom, you assume you always have one foot in the grave anyway. Maybe... you should talk to Thirteen about that...

Well, there's one thing you can take solace in today, its the fact that you forgot what day it was. If you were that forgetful about the day you were born, there's no way any of the guys would have remembered. Except for maybe Luke. If he wrote down it in his calendar the first day he met you. And if he was there to remind them, maybe Simeon and Solomon would remember. Solomon was iffy, as he's so old himself you doubt he's keeping track of time in general. Hopefully the biggest fuss they'd make about you would be calling you over to Purgatory Hall for a slice of whatever birthday cake Luke conjured up. And if he asked for help baking it, maybe Barbatos would know too... and he'd tell Diavolo. And Diavolo would make it a national Devildom holiday or something.. You wouldn't put it past him.

And Diavolo would tell...

No. There's no way the brothers know when your birthday is. You don't remember telling any of them specifically. And none of them had mentioned anything about it approaching. None of them had been acting shifty either, and that's saying something. You know at least Levi and Asmo are terrible at keeping secrets. Mammon too if you pay him to spill gossip on any given being in the realm, family or not.

You shake yourself from your daze, spitting into the sink and seeing a mix of fluoride and blood. Whoops. Your thoughts had you brushing your teeth way too long. Splashing water on your face, you attempt to bring yourself back to reality to finish getting ready to go downstairs.

You slip on your RAD uniform and straighten out the jacket. Damn, birthdays are good for one thing. Maybe if you had told Lucifer, he would have let you skip today, or at the very least sleep in. Yawning, you look in the mirror, adjusting your hair so you look at least presentable. You mindlessly open the door to the hallway, meandering as you make your way down to the dining hall. You're in absolutely no rush to go to school. But as you approach the room, something shocking pulls you out of your stupor;

It was quiet.

Like, dead quiet.

You speed up your pace, now worried about what you'd find.

And you're surprised to find Lucifer sitting by himself, sipping on some kind of concoction, eyes meeting yours as soon as you walked in.

"Ah, good morning, MC."

"Morning, Lucifer. Where is everybody?"

He closes his eyes as he begins to sip his drink once more. "Have you forgotten its Saturday?"

You mentally face palm. Right, Saturday. No school. And here you are with your R.A.D. uniform on, looking dumb as hell.

"But it's a good thing you're dressed and ready to go. Lord Diavolo has requested your assistance."

"Oh, with what?", you question. This was out of left field.

"Extra student council work. It particularlly relates to the exchange program, so it will be you going. I will accompany you, of course."

"Oh, okay... I guess. Some kind of warning would have been nice", you mutter to yourself.

"Is there a problem, MC?", he questions in that intimidating tone that kind of still scares you to this day.

"N-no, not at all. I guess I'm ready to go."

"Excellent, then let us be off."

"No! C'mon, I told ya to the left!"

"Mammon, that's your right."

"You know what I meant!"

Hands on his hips, Mammon stands a few feet back, scrutinizing his brothers at their best attempts at following his not-so-clear instructions.

"Well if you don't like how we're doing it, why don't you do it yourself?", Levi snaps from his place on the left side of the Happy Birthday banner he holds in his hands.

"Yeah, Mammon! I don't wanna break a nail right before the party!", Asmo whines on his own ladder, holding the right side of the banner.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't remember raising a bunch of whiners!", Mammon slides his sunglasses he refuses to take off even inside down the bridge of his nose to leer at the two youngers.

"You didn't raise us at all!", Levi exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well I'm older than ya, that should count for somethin'", Mammon says matter of factly.

As Levi throws his hands up in disbelief at his incredulous older brother, the motion causes the other side of the banner to slip through Asmo's hands, half of the letters spelling "Birthday" scattering to the ground.

"Oh, great. That's great. Great job, you two", Mammon crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.

"You know, you're lucky this is for MC!", Levi sighs, growing increasingly tired at Mammon's attitude.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?", Mammon challenges back, not helping the situation at all.

"Becaaaause, if it wasn't, neither of us would be helping you. You should be thanking us!". Asmo remains cheery as he hops back down the latter, carefully bending down to pick up the unstrung letters to add them back to the banner. "You know we're only doing it for them!".

"Of course we're only doing it for them, you think we would go through all this trouble for you?", Satan groans, rolling his eyes as he walks by the three to set down the decorations in his hands, stopping to take stock of what was left to hang up.

"Wha- Now why'd you gotta go and say that for!", Mammon pouts back at the fourth born.

"Can you stop trying to boss people around and actual help for once?", Satan questions, roughly shoving a roll of streamers into Mammon's hands. "Here, make yourself useful."

"Tch!", Mammon grunts under his breath, but takes the streamers all the same, walking towards the supplies and grabbing a roll of tape off the table.

While the halls of the House of Lamentation could already be considered ornate, the boys were doing their best to kick it up a notch. It was a surprise party for you of all people, of course they were going to do everything they can to make it as extra as possible.

"So, is this still a surprise? Or have you already accidentally blabbed off to them", Satan asks, not sparing a glance to Mammon as he began to unroll his own set of streamers.

"Wow, ya really have that little faith in your big brother, eh?"

"Well, you follow them around like a lost dog 24/7. Chances are you already slipped up and told them something".

"W-well.. uh...", Mammon wracks his brain trying to remember exactly what he said to you that could have kind of maybe accidentally a little teeny bit ruined their plans for your party.

"So you did, didn't you!", Levi raises his voice, now taping his side of the banner to the wall.

Asmo takes a sharp gasp as he adheres his side as well. "J'accuse!"

"I-I didn't! I swear! At least I think", Mammon defends himself, muttering the last part under his breath.

Before the other three can begin to press him, the heavy front doors of the HOL swing open, two figures walking in side by side.

"We're back", Belphie calls out, walking into the house, cake in hand.

"Oh, good. How's it look?", Satan wonders, setting down the supplies in his hand to walk towards the youngest, leaning over the box in his hand.

"It held up great on the trip back", he responds.

"Sorry it took so long", Beel says to no one in particular, nodding his head affirmatively.

"I think Beel ate every other dessert they had for sale", Belphie chuckles, looking to his twin who smiles in response.

"Well, thank you for leaving this one in tact", Satan says, relieved that somehow sending gluttony to pick up your birthday cake did not end poorly.

"Of course. I'll always share my desserts with MC", Beel states, face super serious as if to show how important this was to him.

"We'll go put this in the fridge. Need help with anything else?", questions Belphie.

Satan shakes his head in response, a small smile making its way to his face. "No, no. We've only got decorations left over here and I think the four of us have it handled. Have you heard from MC yet?"

Belphie hands the cake off to Beel, taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket to check his notifications, pushing his hair out of his face to look at the screen. "Not in a bit. The last I heard they complained that Lucifer was making them go help Diavolo with official R.A.D. junk. That was about two hours ago".

"Wow, they must really got 'em runnin around. They haven't even texted me back yet", Mammon looks at his phone is disbelief.

"They haven't texted any of us back, Mammon", Levi reminds the former.

"Yeah, but I'm their first! They text me a whole of a hell lot more than you lot!"

"That's because you text them incisively", Satan remarks, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly becoming annoyed.

"But-"

"Can you shut up and keep helping me hang these?", Satan turns towards Mammon, clearly trying his best not to lash out.

"Gah! Fine.", Mammon grumbles as he makes his way towards the back wall of the room. "Hey, fish brain, primadonna, come help me out, would ya?"

Levi's anger begins to boil to the surface once more as he snatches the streamers out of Mammon's hands. "Again. You are so, so lucky this is for them", he spits vitriol as begins to unroll the bundle.

"Exactly, this is for them, so let's try to get along while we finish this, kay?", Asmo chimes in, walking over to help Levi begin to find a place to hang the crêpe paper.

"Right, then we'll be right back", Beel says as he and Belphie make their way towards the kitchen.

"Luke is also bringing a cake, so can you leave room in the fridge for his?", Satan calls out to them as they go.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make room", Beel confirms, speeding up to begin eating enough stuff out of the fridge so that both cakes could be chilled.

"I didn't mean eat...the entire....ugh", Satan grunts, realizing there's no point in redirecting Beel when it comes to food. He looks to the watch on his wrist to gauge the time before turning back to help the others. He takes out his own D.D.D. and shoots a quick text in a secret group chat you had just so coincidentally been left out of.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Satan: We're almost done over here, what's your ETA Lucifer?

Lucifer: We'll finish up soon. MC is still under the impression that this work is critical for the student council. I believe they are almost done.

Satan: Seems everything is going smoothly then?

Lucifer: I'd like to say that but...

Before Lucifer can finish his message, a picture of a very, very happy Lord Diavolo holding something very colorful in his hands pops up on the screen.

Diavolo: Satan! Look at what Barbatos and I procured at the store for MC! It's one of those colorful horses humans whack with sticks to celebrate! I believe it's called a pen-yada!

Barbatos: Pinata, my lord.

Diavolo: Yes! Yes a pinata! Now more importantly, would any of you happen to have a very big stick?

Lucifer: For... what? Exactly?

Diavolo: Well MC is going to need something to open this up this paper pony thing with!

Barbatos: Donkey, my lord.

Satan: Lord Diavolo, not to be presumptuous but... what did you fill that thing with?

Diavolo: Oh ho ho! Wouldn't you like to know! But that's for me to know and MC to find out, right Lucifer?

Lucifer:...

Satan quickly backs out of the text thread to open one that is rarely touched; and messages his oldest brother.

1 & 4 (2)

Satan: What exactly is in that thing?

Lucifer: I am honestly not entirely sure.

Satan: Great. Could it kill a human?

Lucifer: I doubt Barbatos would have let him put anything lethal inside.

Satan: But do you know if Barbatos knows if its lethal to humans?

Lucifer:...

Lucifer: I will... be right back.

Satan's attention is ripped away from his phone screen when he hears his least favorite noise; the sounds of his brother's bitching yet again.

"It's crooked."

"How is it crooked?"

"What, do ya not have eyes?"

"Well it's hung isn't it? I didn't exactly see you running to do it yourself."

"I'm more of a watch and lead kinda guy."

"IF you'd two would be so kind", Satan starts, aiming his voice at Mammon and Levi, who had already begun to argue again, "MC will be on their way home any minute now. Can you get your act together before they walk in and witness this tragedy?"

The boys grumble under their breaths but stop all the same. They know the journey from the demon lord's castle to the HOL isn't that far, so now it was crunch time.

While Levi, Mammon, and Asmo finish up decorations, Satan, Beel, and Belphie begin to set up the rest of the party, setting out various foods and refreshments.

A knock at the door startles everyone, causing the room to fall to a hush, all eyes now staring at the front door.

"Can somebody open the door? This thing is really heavy!"

A collective sigh falls over the room as Beel walks to the front door and lets Luke, Simeon, and Solomon into the common room.

Beel takes the cake from Luke's hands, beginning to walk towards the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Give that back, you big oaf!", Luke shouts up at Beel who doesn't even question his insult.

"What? You said it was heavy? I'm gonna put it in the fridge next to the one Belphie and I got them."

"O-oh", Luke suddenly looks both relieved and sheepish, looking over to Simeon only to be met with that face Simeon makes at him when he knows he needs to apologize for being rude to anyone. "Sorry, Beel."

"We appreciate the help", Simeon beams at Beel in his own attempt to smooth everything over.

"So, do you need help with anything else? I hear MC could be arriving back at the house at any moment", Solomon asks, directing his question at Satan.

"I believe that's it, besides the presents. Would you mind-"

Solomon cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, "No at all, show me the way."

As the two finish up bringing all the gifts downstairs, setting them on the table across from the snacks, everyone's D.D.D.'s buzz with a text message.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Lucifer: We are almost there. Prepare yourselves.

"You heard the man, everyone get to hidin'", Mammon shoos everyone off into different corners of the room where they would be invisible from the door's threshold.

And they wait.

And... they wait.

And? They wait?

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Mammon: Lucifer, what the hell's goin' on, huh? We've been hidin' for like ten minutes now!

Lucifer: Something has happened, give me a moment.

There are confused murmurs and worried looks exchanged as the whole room waits for another update. Another five minutes passes by.

Mammon: Yo! Lucifer, what the hell?

Asmo: Yeah, is everything alright?

There is still no response from any member of the group that was traveling back to the house with you.

"Ugh! I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna ask them what's up", Mammon exclaims, beginning to text furiously.

"Hold it! Give them a minute. I'm sure there's a logical explanation as to why they are late", Satan reasons, not able to hide the worry also reflected onto his face.

Another five minutes...

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Hey, where the hell are ya?

Mammon: You're really startin' to freak me out right now.

Mammon: And Lucifer won't answer his phone.

Mammon: If you're in trouble you better summon me right now, dammit!

Mammon starts down at his phone in quiet desperation hoping to hear something, anything from you. Please.

Finally, after another few minutes pass by, his phone dings back.

Partners in Crime (2)

MC: I'm fine.

MC: And I really appreciate it.

MC: But I kinda just really wanna be alone right now, okay?

MC: Can you tell the guys I'm fine?

Mammon grunts in frustration, annoyed by your nonchalantness about the situation.

"Are they okay?", Asmo asks, worry clearly laced in his voice.

"Yeah, Mammon, tell us what they said!", Luke echos back, also clearly afraid.

"Just gimmie a minute, alright!", Mammon stresses, beginning to type again.

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Whaddya mean tell them you're alright?

Mammon: Get over here and tell them yourself, dammit!

MC: Mammon, I'm fine, okay. I'm gonna turn off my D.D.D., I need to spend some time alone, okay?

Mammon: Ya know, I really don't like it when you're all ominous!

MC: Mammon, I already know. Diavolo let it slip on the way home. I really do appreciate it, but I just want to be by myself today, alright?

Mammon: Now why the hell would anyone want to be alone on their birthday? You're being ridiculous.

MC: Have you ever stopped to think about how I feel towards my birthday? I've never told any of you about it. I don't even know how you found out, besides Lucifer peeking at my R.A.D. files without me knowing.

Mammon: Can you stop being humble just for today? Let us celebrate ya. Now tell me where you are so I can pick you up.

Mammon: MC?

Mammon: MC, ya better answer me!

Mammon: I swear when I get ahold of ya I'll...

Mammon: Okay, I don't know what I'll do. But that's besides the point. We already set up all this party stuff for you! We need ya here.

Mammon gets no response from you as his phone gets a notification from a different chat.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Asmo: C'mon Lucifer! What's going on?

Diavolo: I believe... this is my fault.

Diavolo: I got a little too excited about experiencing a real human birthday party, and I kind of let the cat out of the bag so to say.

Diavolo: I believe whatever I said must have offended them, as they ran off. We we're almost there too.

Diavolo: Lucifer told us to wait here while he went after them but I believe he is having trouble finding them himself.

Diavolo: I'm truly sorry. I did not intend to upset them, especially on their birthday. Though, I'm not exactly sure what I did that was so upsetting.

Mammon: I got ahold of 'em but they quit answerin'. Said they want to be alone

Asmo: Alone on your birthday? No way! Why would they want that? :(

Mammon: No clue, but they seemed really upset.

Mammon: I need to find 'em.

Levi: Are you sure we shouldn't just give them space?

Mammon: Nah, I kinda have a feelin' somethin' else is going on. I'll start looking.

Lucifer: Good luck with that. I've searched high and low and I don't have the faintest idea of where they could have run off to.

Mammon looks up from his phone to look at everyone in the room's uneasy faces.

"Well, how about a search party?", questions Solomon. The room begins to murmur in agreement before Mammon speaks up.

"Nah nah nah, no. I got this. Let's not overwhelm them, alright?"

"Why should you get to be the one to go find them?", questions Levi, obviously jealous.

"Well I'm the only one they texted back, ain't I? They're my human, what kinda guardian would I be if I didn't look for their sorry ass?"

Luke's eyes well up with tears. "I-I hope they're okay... they didn't even get the chance to try the cake I made them...". Simeon places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Luke, Mammon's going to take care of it, isn't that right Mammon?".

"Yeah, I'm on it pipsqueak, don't even worry 'bout it".

"Oh, that makes me feel soooo much better", Luke refutes in the most sarcastic voice he can muster before taking a beat and adding on at the end, "Please make sure they're okay, Mammon."

"Yeah, I got it kid."

Mammon ruffles Luke's hat into his hair before glancing at his D.D.D. one more time.

"I'll let y'all know when I find them, so keep your ringer on. But don't go swarmin' them either, okay? I need to figure out what's goin' on with them".

"Right", Satan gives a firm nod, one hand on his chin. "We'll be here".

Mammon gives a curt nod back before heading out the door. Well, at least he knows you're not at home, so he can rule that one out. If only this whole summonin' thing worked both ways. He could just appear in front of ya right now and make everythin' okay again. Why couldn't your stubborn ass just summon him? If you're going to sulk on your birthday, wouldn't you like a sulking buddy?

He's thankful that he knows you well enough. That'd he'd be the one to find you, to find you first. That'd mean he'd be first to see you, first to check up on you, first to comfort you, first to hold you.

Okay. He's getting ahead of himself.

Well, there's not very many places a human could hide in the Devildom and be safe, and even less places where you could hide and be alone. And he knows you're not stupid enough to put yourself in danger.

Not without him there.

Process of elimination finds him where he thinks he'd be most likely to find you, the edge of the forest near the HOL. It's peaceful there. You had dragged him to that spot time and time again to just sit and stare at the lake ahead.

He's relieved but not shocked when he sees your slouched over form sitting on the ground, hands picking at and ripping individual grass blades out of the ground while you stared intently at them.

He watches you for a moment before speaking. He doesn't want to scare you, so he clears his throat first. "Care to tell me why ya wanna spend your birthday alone, torturin' innocent blades of grass in the woods? Can't say it's my thing, but it does make ya look kind of weird. But to each their own".

You give a quick little "ha", before shifting your attention back down at the ground, finding your shoelaces now very interesting.

Well, a 'ha' is better than nothin'. Honestly he's just happy you didn't ignore him, or tell him to go away.

He slowly approaches and sits down next to you on the ground, watching you twirl the aglet between your fingers.

"Tell me what's goin' on with ya, huh? It's not like ya to just run off like that. Had everyone worried sick 'bout ya."

You make a solemn noise, not looking up, continuing your fidgeting. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just...just talk to me, okay? What's goin' on up there?", he says, exemplifying his point by poking you in the forehead, causing you to giggle a very small amount.

"There ya are', he smiles back at you - but can't hide the concern on his face.

You finally drop the lace from your hand and scoot to face him. He meets your eyes and waits patiently, just like he always does. Infinitely patient, just for you.

You take a long breath, breathing out hard before starting. "I've... never told any of you when my birthday is."

He waits, letting you continue to speak.

"There's a reason for that. I don't... I'm not comfortable... ugh. This sucks."

He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into an awkward -'you're-both-sitting-on-the-ground-criss-cross-applesauce-so-its-very-uncomfortable' half hug. What? It's the best he can do in this situation, in the current position you're both sitting in. Don't judge him.

You look ahead, now refusing to make eye contact as you continue. "I don't like birthdays. Or my birthday specifically really. I don't exactly have... fond memories of it. Like at all."

He waits a second to see if you have anymore to say before he speaks. "Yeah? Is that right?", his face hardens. The idea of you never feeling happy on the day you're supposed to be at your happiest does something to him, and it's not good.

"I stopped expecting to celebrate any of them very early on. It was just another day really. Most the time everyone would forget anyway. So, I just let them. It... doesn't exactly make for the best day."

"So the idea of celebratin' upsets you?"

"Yeah. I guess something like that. I really appreciate what you and the others were trying to do for me, I really do! But... it just brings back awful memories", you say, resuming to pull at the grass around you again.

"I getcha. We all had a problem with birthdays too for awhile."

"You did?", you question, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, heh. Another birthday just meant another year marking how long ago we fell. And ya know... how long ago we lost Lilith. And Satan, man, he had the worst time with birthdays. He was always so enraged, mad that he was born from Lucifer's image, and he sure as hell didn't want to celebrate that. And we didn't make him."

"You didn't?"

"Nah. We just left each other alone on those days. It was kinda an unspoken words kind of thing. But overtime, we all became more comfortable with the idea of bein' here. We got happier about the life we were livin' now, so it just felt right to start celebratin' em."

"I see", you respond, your grass pulling movements ceasing.

"Do you think you'd wanna give that a shot? Celebratin', I mean."

You stay quiet as he tries to catch your gaze. "We've already got the whole party set up. Balloons, presents, the whole nine yards. Luke even made ya a cake and if ya don't try it I think he'll cry so hard he'll throw up".

You giggled at his anecdote, "He so would not."

"He so would! He was so worried about ya, asked me to bring you home safe."

You sniffle a little. "He did?"

"Yeah dummy, everyone did. If you haven't noticed, we all really care aboutcha a whole lot."

You smile at his words. "I'm well aware of that".

"Then," he stands up, dusting himself off then reaching a hand out to you to help you stand, "why don't ya give it a shot. Now, I won't make ya do anything you don't want to do, but I know everyone's just really excited to see ya. We can treat it like a normal day if you really want. But, why don't ya let the people that care aboutcha take care of you for today, huh?"

You pause for a second, looking up at him.

"I promise I won't let anythin' happen to ya. And if you get there and decide you just wanna go straight to your room, then that's what we'll do. But c'mon, won'tcha at least give it a chance?"

You let out a sigh before giving a small smile and taking his hand.

"Atta human", he beams, pulling you up to your feet.

"Now c'mon, we got a very important human to celebrate."

As you begin to walk back towards the HOL, hand in hand, he wonders aloud.

"So, how exactly did Dia spoil it for ya?"

"He asked me if I'd ever seen a pen-yada."

"Of course he did."