#sitting in his room listening to Forget Me on repeat. silent tears and snot streaming. it's winter break

[beliscary]

ok so i don't subscribe to the break up read re: canon (for me that too much flattens/misrepresents sth as complex as someone admitting to planning martyrdom but ordering their loved one to live and sending said loved one on to a future and a family in a new world they'll create in the same breath)

HOWEVER. walk me with if you will on the mental image of a modern au young adult dion having a long overdue stress and possibly family related meltdown aimed in the wrong direction at terence to the tune of 'you deserve someone who will love you right....' bc he's 20 and an idiot and terence handles it with a commendable amount of grace but still sets a two week no contact boundary while he figures out how he's supposed to feel. meanwhile day 2 terenceless dion is full-blown ugly crying in his car to top 40 lewis capaldi type ballads. he won't stop checking his phone every 3 minutes. he's there at the stroke of midnight on what is just barely day 15 sopping wet from cliche rain and tracking mud and his feelings on terence's parents' carpet. he begs everyone not to mention this during the wedding toasts because he's still embarrassed about it 8 years later

#just talking to myself re: vry irreverent modern aus ok. if i like a character i have to Bully Them 'growing up cullen' style it's in my TOS #so. dion stepping on a rake and hitting himself in the face #sitting in his room listening to Forget Me on repeat. silent tears and snot streaming. it's winter break #DAYS ACHE AND NIGHTS ARE LONG TWO [DAYS] AND STILL YOU'RE NOT GONE GUESS I'M STILL HOLDING ON-- #stepbrothers clive and joshua are like Jesus Christ Dude #(they make a pact to play Back to December literally every time dion walks into a room until he gets his shit together) #olivier stands in his doorway like 'soo... are you gonna be done soon. :/ i'm getting hungry and mom said you'd take me to panera' #even he knows this is ludicrous & temporary. dion thinks he's the protag of an oscar bait drama though. he's Nobly Suffering you dicks #lacrosse sticks are thrown #Terenceless Behavior

[shannie-writes]

Don’t Forget Me

Word Count: 1739 Genre: Angst, Fluff Pairing(s): Asmodeus/MC Warning(s): N/A Prompt: Asmo has amnesia and MC is taking care of them. MC tries their best to help Asmo remember them. A/N: This is a semi-sweet ending for Remember Me, because I can’t let angst end without a happy ending. I haven’t read anything in the game for a couple months, so please forgive any OOC characterizations!

She knew she was avoiding him. At the same time, it wasn’t hard to do. Ever since that night in Asmo’s room when he had kissed her in a failed attempt to regain his memories of them together, he wasn’t at home much. She didn’t blame him but it didn’t make it any easier when she scrolled through his Devilgram feed at night. Series of photos of him club hopping with friends came in a stream. Him, sidled up with other demons, drinks in hand, his face ever beautiful in each one no matter the lighting. She tried not to be jealous but she couldn't stop her longing or her worry for him. She knew him well enough that his behavior was a warning sign of his mental state.

"You're up late."

She quickly closed her phone and held it against the cast on her left forearm in her lap. She blushed at how obvious she was as she looked at her phone where anyone could see what she was doing, her back to the kitchen entrance where she sat at the table. Beel said nothing more as he dug into the fridge for a midnight snack.

"Couldn't sleep," she replied to his silent question.

Glass clinked as Beel rifled through the fridge door for a particular sauce. She decided to make herself scarce and stood. She had nearly left when he called out to her gently.

"Hey...when are you going to talk to him?"

She paused, allowing the tremble in her heart to cease from the pluck Beel had given it. She could feel his stare as he watched her. Without answering, for she truly had no answer to give, she hastily walked back to her room next door, running away from yet another problem.

It wasn't long after that night that Lucifer called her to meet him in his office. As soon as she entered, she sensed from the vibe in the air that he hadn't called her to report on her studies. He told her to sit, so she did so, making herself comfortable and waited for him to speak first.

"Asmodeus hasn't been home in two days."

The aching beast of worry that had settled in the back of her head rose to nip at her yet again. "This doesn't concern me, Lucifer."

He said nothing, continuing to write on the paper in front of him. The scratch of quill was the only sound between them as the seconds stretched into minutes. He signed the bottom of the page and set it aside to dry. He looked up at her then, his eyes dark and as sharp as she had ever seen them.

"Do you not want him to remember?"

The nips turned to bites. "I never said I wanted--"

"What are you afraid of?"

Her mouth snapped shut and she resisted the tears that welled in her eyes. He waited for her, his own eyes narrowing. She had never been one to express herself easily, but she knew he could read her thoughts as though the words etched themselves on her skin, brought to the surface by his very curiosity.

"What are you afraid of?"

She blinked back her tears to answer his repeated question. "Maybe...maybe it's for the better, y'know?"

"Explain further."

She dropped her gaze to her lap and fiddled with the edge of her cast by her palm. "Lucifer, I'm only a human," she muttered.

Lucifer was silent. Too silent. As the empty room rang loud in her ears, she looked back up to find his wings twitching and horns standing stark in the late daylight. This wasn’t the first time she had seen Lucifer shift into his demonic form when he was particularly peeved and her heart raced as she watched him compose himself, a finger and thumb pinched over the arch of his nose. As he shifted back and his wings and horns were once again hidden away, he opened his bright red eyes to meet hers, attempting to hide his agitation.

“Do you think we consider you ‘only a human,’” he spoke between clenched teeth. “Do you think Asmodeus thought that of you?”

“N-No.”

“Again.”

“No!”

She could no longer hold back her tears as they fell hot down her cheeks. They dripped from her chin to her hand on her lap and she quickly lifted her fingers to wipe them away with a sniff.

“You are far more precious than that.”

Lucifer’s phone beeped as a notification came through and he picked it up to read the preview. His prickly aura settled and she could have sworn he almost smiled.

“I need you to do me a favor.”

She sniffed one last time and nodded her head in acceptance.

“I need you to take this grimm and go get some ice cream from Basket Robbers.”

“Wh...what?”

He set a few coins on the edge of his desk closest to her. “Go to the one by the shopping center. Pick up a bucket for Beel while you’re there. Be quick, it’s hot outside.”

Confused, she obeyed his instruction. Taking the money and giving him a hesitant goodbye, she pocketed the coins and made her way out of the house. She took deep breaths of the warm outside air and started to walk. The roads were clear this time of day and the small lights that hung above the streets flicked on as the sky grew darker.

It didn’t take long to realize why he had sent her there. Before she even drew close to the shop, she saw him. He had his back to her where he sat at a patio table, but she would never be able to forget what he looked like from behind. His trim waist, his signature scarf, the way his hair moved in the light breeze.

She stood frozen on the sidewalk, unsure whether to proceed or turn around and go back. It would be easy to run away, to pretend she had never seen him. The hounds of worry nipped at her heels again. Lucifer had given her this task. Not only to get ice cream for herself and Beel, but had given her the opportunity to settle her feelings. To give her one last chance at making up her mind.

Asmo lifted his phone in front of him, posing with a perfect spoonful of ice cream and toppings for a selfie with his dessert. There was something about knowing she was in the background that didn't feel right. He used to pull her into the shot when he saw her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and telling her she looked beautiful. He would even tilt it so that she was occupying more of the frame than him. She had asked him once why he did that and the response was a smile and a tap on her nose, saying that it was so he could have photos of her cute face for the rest of his life.

She felt selfish but she didn’t want him to forget. She wanted him to remember her, remember what they had together. The nights since the accident had been lonely, her arms empty, her pillow damp with tears each morning she woke without him holding her. She had told herself she wouldn’t need it anymore, that she had already received more than enough love from him to last the rest of her life. How cruel she would be if she didn’t at least make an attempt to connect with him again. They could start over, she could be brave enough to earn his love again. If he had seen something in her worth loving before, she was sure he could find it again.

Steeling herself, urged forward by the concern of losing this opportunity, she approached him. He must have sensed her arrival as he turned his head toward her, his eyes widening and his hand holding his spoon dropped it back into the bowl on the table. She didn’t stop as she came around to face him, cupping his face in her hands and leaning over him where he sat.

“I love you Asmodeus,” she said with complete confidence. She met his gaze, not allowing him to say even her name as she barreled forward. “I love you. I love the way you are gentle. I love the way you listen. I love every inch of you. I love the deepest, darkest parts of you. I love--”

She broke off as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap and into a kiss. It was tender yet feral, his mouth soft but his teeth rough as he bit at her lip. He tasted of maple syrup and vanilla and it was pleasantly addictive. She moved her hands into his hair to keep him close. Her glasses pressed against his face and she didn’t care if they got makeup on them.

He pulled back, breath ragged and hands stroking over her sides. “Say it again,” he asked sweetly, voice light in her ears. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Asm--mmm--!”

He hummed in return as he gave her another long kiss, keeping her from going far. A hand slipped under her thigh and he adjusted her to straddle him, putting them in a more comfortable, intimate position. She had nearly forgotten that they were outside on the main street for all eyes to see, but he had always had that effect on her when he touched her like this.

Dragging his lips up her jaw to her ear, he let out a happy noise that had her shuddering in place. “Sweetheart,” he murmured. “I love you, too.”

Clutching at him harder, she sobbed, hoping he wouldn’t mind too much that her snot and tears leaked into his shirt. He nuzzled her cheek fondly.

“What a lucky demon I am to have such a beautiful woman on my lap. Isn't this where I confessed to you for the first time?”

“Y-yes,” she cried.

“I can’t remember all of it...but…” he pulled back, wiping at the tears that gathered under her eyes. “Won’t you help me remember the rest?”

“Yes...yes!”

He stopped her blubbering with his mouth, kissing her softly and helping her lose her breath even further. His ice cream was surely melted by now, but he had someone more important to take care of now.

#obey me #obey me! #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #obey me shall we date #asmodeus/mc #my writing #amnesia fic #a happy ending to the angst!