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w3irdo666 · 3 months

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Hi! I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests at the moment

but can I get (romantic) Alastor x Lucifer's ex Seraphim Angel wife who he left plz?

S/o eventually left Heaven and still got to keep their wings and powers before it got taken. They meet him around the time he got to Hell and they hit it off

Anything else is up to you if you'd like

Oh, interesting idea!! I'll try my best, love youuu!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

The Drug In Me Is You

Alastor x Fem!reader x ex!Lucifer

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Tags: slightly angst, sfw, slightly possesive behaviour, depression.

Notes: I hope i understood you right!!! Enjoy!!

Lucifer was a wonderful husband.. Constantly enveloped you in love. It seemed to you that you could not dream of anything more. Romantic dates, beautiful clothes, oh, you thought that you would drown in his care.... Which is what happened. Lucifer was undoubtedly magnificent a man...But not a great husband...When you got married, your joy knew no bounds...but...

A year later, you began to notice that he began to pay less attention to you. In the evening, he no longer went to you to cuddle in bed, but just turned his back to you and fell asleep.When you wanted to hug him, threw your hand away and answered annoyed, “Leave me alone.”

One day you were walking through a magnificent garden in paradise. The beauty of nature has always delighted you. Oh, these magnificent scarlet roses.. They look so fragile that it seems that if you touch them, they will fall into small pieces... Birds sang and flew in the sky .Everything was so wonderful, you even forgot about your husband for a while...But suddenly you heard someone’s voice. Your wings trembled slightly, not expecting that someone would be there. You came closer to the source of the sound and, hiding behind a tree, looked whose it was a voice...

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt tears running down your cheeks, like blades piercing your skin.Lucifer stood with another woman. His smile....he had not smiled as much as he smiled at this woman for a long time.You were hurt, terribly. He betrayed you. You were on the verge of hysterics. Turning around, you ran away, sobbing and wiping your tears with your hands.

Everything around you seemed so fake. These light clouds. Birds, flowers, plants. You flapped your three wings and quickly flew. Where? You didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t where you were flying from.

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The next few days were a blur. You felt terrible, you suffered. Lucifer, betrayed you? You couldn’t accept it. When Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven because he got involved with a demon, you didn’t care anymore. You used to be a very joyful archangel. Everyone called you a ray of sunshine. But now... There were black bags under your eyes because of lack of sleep. Your eyes are red, tear-stained. Your condition was immediately noticed by other angels.

“Y/n, honey, are you okay....?” One day an archangel turned to you, concerned about your condition. But she was only met with a few rude words. This alerted her. Soon the angels began to avoid you. The archangels thought about making a decision about your expulsion. But before they could do anything, you expelled yourself. Having opened the portal, you descended into hell. “If I suffer here... It won’t be worse there..” You thought.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. A few days later, you sat curled up in a ball in some alley of hell. Your clothes were torn in some places, your wings were tattered, you felt emptier than an empty glass.Your tired eyes were closed. Your face was buried in your knees. You were so tired that you didn’t even have the strength to cry. Suddenly, you heard someone’s voice. It felt like someone was talking on the radio.

"What are you doing here, dear.With those...wings.Aren't you supposed to be in heaven?" His static voice sounded confident.

You raised your head slightly and opened your eyes. You saw a strange sinner in front of you... He was different from many of those you saw here. He was dressed in a beautiful fitted red suit, his black bow tie was beautifully attached to his shirt. He had a big smile on his face, showing his yellow, sharp teeth. His eyes were calm, but you could see a slight mockery in them.He had black gloves on his hands, and in one of his hands he held a red microphone on a stick.

"W...what do you want...?" You asked in a quiet, pitiful voice. You heard him laugh slightly.

"Ah, nothing important, dear, just curious what such.... creature..like you doing here?" He tilted his head to the side with slight -crack-.

"Who are you...?" You said weakly

"Ah, name's Alastor.Pleasure to meeting you! Quite a pleasure!" He bowed while saying this. You didn't say anything, only looked down at the ground. He continued watching you for few seconds then walked closer to you, standing in front of you.

Alastor couldn't help, but when he saw you, something woke up in him.He was in hell only few month, but still made reputation of dangerous cruel demon.But when he saw your poor, beautiful body, his heart skipped a beat. He felt a strange pull to protect you.

"Such an innocent soul..." he thought

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You didn't know how it happened, but you find yourself in....his apartment...? With Alastor in front of you.There was a cup of tea in front of you. You looked at your reflection in the tea. You looked terrible. Shabby dirty hair, tired face...The demon continued to look at you, drinking his coffee. His smile never fell, you didn’t even care.

Your weak hand reached for the cup of tea. Fragile fingers clasped the handle of the tea, but your hands were too weak to lift the cup. Alastor noticed this and his eyes narrowed slightly. He put his cup on the saucer. Crossing his legs, he leaned back, watching you.

No matter how he tried to find pleasure in your suffering and raise the cup, he did not feel good. He felt sympathy for you, and a desire to protect. He slowly stood up and approached you.His beautiful long fingers took a cup of tea from your hand and brought the cup to your lips. Slightly surprised by such actions, you looked at the demon.

Opening your lips slightly, you started drinking tea with small sips.

After tea and some food (Alastor feed you too) Alastor showed you way to the bathroom, you needed it.You looked like complete mess.Alastor provided you with a towel, after which you went into the bathroom.When you came out of the bath, prepared clothes were waiting for you... Or rather, a shirt and pants...

When you were changing clothes, Alastor came into the room. He was amazed by your beauty. Your hair.. your smooth skin... Ah, those beautiful wings... He felt his pulse increase.His smile and eyes began to give off shades of warmth.

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You lived with Alastor for a long time.You became very close, you started to feel better. Every evening, over a cup of tea, he listened to your worries and sufferings... Usually he would have enjoyed this, but with you, he only felt the desire to calm you down. Every day spent with Alastor gave you more strength, and made you forget Lucifer.

In a hell full of lustful sinners and murderers, you have found comfort in a dangerous demon.No, he wasn't just a demon for you, Alastor, this soul..When he woke up in the evening because of your sobs in the next room, he would sigh and get up heading towards you. When he approaches you, he will lie down next to you and hug you. He hates touching.... But for you he will do anything.He would kill for a feeling of your wings wrap around him when you relax after telling him what bothering you.

When the angels officially kicked you out of heaven, you didn't care so much anymore.You cared only about one thing...only about one person...only about Alastor.

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"Alastor, where are we?" You asked as you looked around.You were in some kind of garden. Although the flowers were not as luxurious as in heaven, life was visible in them... They looked so bewitching.Alastor coughed and turned away from you. You looked at him in surprise, not understanding his behavior.

"Alastor...?" You almost reached with your hand to his shoulder, but he quickly turned to you.

"Y/n.." Alastor began. His smile was on his face as usual, but you saw the uncertainty in his eyes when he turned to you with one black rose in his hand.You lowered your hand. Oh, how beautiful this rose was... Like an angel of death...

"yes..?"

"i....love you." He extended his hand with the rose towards you. His other hand was tightly gripping his microphone. Your cheeks turned slightly red due to the blush. You felt your heart beating faster and as if butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.He turned his head away, looking away.Without wasting a second, you grabbed his wrist with one hand and turned his face in your direction with the other. Alastor tensed at the contact, but when he felt your soft, plump lips on his, he almost melted.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to penetrate. You let out a slight moan as your tongues intertwined.

After a few seconds, you pulled away each other. from each other and looked into each other's eyes. You smiled. Your cheeks were flushed with blush, but you were happy to think about it.

"I love you too."

Notes: I hope you liked it!!! Sorry that i didn't lost for a while (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor the radio demon #alastor #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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yzzart · 5 months

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"𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠."

pairing: peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

summary: your voice guided, with dignity, the life of Coriolanus.

warnings: explicit words, reader having Coriolanus wrapped around her finger, mention of Coriolanus' mother + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 1.186!

notes: okay, i wrote this listening to "Pearls" by Sade, which i consider a work of art and i recommend listening to it while reading! — enjoy this!

The ears of Coriolanus were witnesses, which might be considered honorable, of a pleasant song unknown to him; but, the young boy's chest would certainly acclaim to hear it again on another occasion.

The song was catchy, and managed to accompany a calming feeling in Coriolanus; something that, since his punishment, had not been found in him. — He saw himself in a memory of his childhood, during the nights when his dear mother hummed to him until he closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Coriolanus missed his mother every night and every damn day.

However, it was not, in fact, the song that provided those feelings so gratifying and exceptional in Coriolanus' chest. — Warming Snow boy's cold and wounded heart. — but, yes, the voice of whoever was singing.

The delicate voice, pronouncing each word with care, was so angelic and put those who listened to her singing in trouble as it mesmerized them and held their attention with vigor; so, as Coriolanus was. — He found himself trapped in you, and he had no desire to free himself.

Coriolanus, for the first time, presented himself as a bird that did not wish or intend to leave its gilded cage. — Perhaps, it was an exaggerated, drastic statement, or it was, in fact, what he was experiencing.

Your voice was divine; you were divine. — And Coriolanus agrees that your mother would love to hear you sing.

The birds, which were present in the fresh and free environment of the forest, seemed to accompany your song. — Coriolanus preferred that they proceed in silence, just flying between the trees and you, but he didn't waste time worrying about a trivial thing. — He just wanted to keep listening to you, delighting and trapped in your domain.

The forest was before you and Coriolanus lying, interconnected, on the ground covered with a clean sheet and with a few grains of earth; Coriolanus' cold arm around your neck and you clinging to his chest.

Your fingers roamed Coriolanus's broad, clothed chest; his shirt was still a little wet from the contact of the water drops that remained on his body. — That didn't bother you, especially because dressed like him you were in the same situation. — Developing a long affection, a movement of imaginary drawings, and complemented more comfort in Coriolanus; even with your head in your backpack with the intention of turning it into a pillow, completely uncomfortable.

But the young boy still had his eyes closed, as if he were in his old bed with his thin, worn blanket and with you next to him; even if his bed can't fit him properly. — Deepened in his voice and the attention he received. — Coriolanus was in the paradise he was once told about.

Until an unwelcome and inopportune silence revealed itself, not even the noises and songs of the birds continued, only the natural sounds of trees and branches struggling. — Coriolanus was surprised, feeling misunderstood and uncomfortable.

Your song is gone, like a deer that has seen its hunter or like a snowflake that has melted; an unpleasant, and even unhappy, impression for Coriolanus. — Not even his punishment, his pain at having been humiliated and defamed, bothered Snow as much as not hearing your voice.

The current peacekeeper opened his eyes, revealing his deep blue irises; that caused commotion and emotions never felt by you, by your naive heart. — Blessed and scrupulous eyes, just like his surname. — Looking to find out what could have caused your silence.

And so Coriolanus found your dreamy and enchanting eyes looking at him; shining against him. — It was, indeed, impressive how you transmitted your passion and a flame of pleasure so easily into your orbits; Coryo was intrigued by this.

Was Coriolanus truly worthy of such admiration and passion? — Your eyes completed his slender face, with mature and serious features, which still contained his pure features; memorizing every sign, every tip of his face as if it were the last time. — Did he deserve that?

"Oh, Coryo…" — His nickname came out delicately, almost a careful whisper, like a little secret from your lips; you had a tone of caution and moderation. — "I thought you fell asleep." — Coriolanus noticed a movement on the inside of your cheek, you bit it nervously.

A sleepy and presumptuous wave, influenced by your song, began to slowly guide Coriolanus' consciousness before the sudden interruption. — His stubborn and heavy eyes stated the fact and, inside you, he identified it before he himself understood it.

You knew that young boy like the back of your hand, like a map that you observed and analyzed for so long until you memorized it with desire and ambition. — Something incompressible and bitter in some eyes, however, something so worthy for him; something he never received in his ordinary life.

"Again..." — Now, an intensely hoarse and robust tone of voice vibrated in your head and mind, awakening something in you; it was a possible incomplete request coming from Coriolanus. — Something that quickly became confusing.

Not understanding, in a way, your furrowed eyebrows presented themselves to the boy, wanting him to at least specify what he was asking for. — Your lips were pressed together, still nervous, and curled in waiting. — And, during the seconds, the familiar thin fingers with some cuts, caused by the current duties, were involved between the strands of your hair.

Even with the heavy feeling of pure sleep, and insisting against it, Coriolanus distributed a sweet and melodic affection to you; it wasn't a surprising action, of course, however, in a certain way and aspect it was something different. — A reason, a feeling, emotion; a way to thank you for being so lucky to have you, to be with you. — Comforting and confronting the certainty that he deserved you.

"Sing again…" — Coriolanus uttered his request confidentially, as an act of rebellion against his silence and stubbornness, seeming like it would be his last request. — He was trapped in you, perhaps, even wrapped around your little finger, being able to build and destroy lives by your soul.

The heavens asked for mercy for the burning passion that burned uncontrollably and thrashed in the Snow boy's freezing chest. — Because they knew, and had in their minds, what he would do for you.

You wouldn't dare deny that request, which held itself in a dedicated place in your mind; your heart was racing, and Coriolanus felt it, on such an exaggerated level between words and fallacies. — And the shy, at the same time, exalted smile curved on your lips; trying to focus and return to reality.

And, for the countless time, you found yourself in love with Coriolanus.

Coriolanus listened and witnessed a brief, enchanting laugh from his lover, as you moved even deeper into his chest. — Wanting to fit into it, like a head-scratching piece. — And at no time or for any reason, he removed his fingers from your hair.

Your voice was present again in Coriolanus's ears, among the melodic noises of the birds and the contacts between the trees and branches; Your voice was part of that environment. — It was the same song, there was nothing different or any modification. — The life of Coriolanus had seduced itself into her.

The young boy felt that feeling of peace around him, becoming part of his body and mind. — He felt protected and loved, just like little Coriolanus with his mother.

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irishmammonagenda · 27 days

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Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers 😂) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?

hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it 😭😭 and then went away for easter and forgot abt it again😭😭

grma for the ask <3 fic dividers by @cafekitsune

MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader

When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon Lord´s Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.

They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadn´t noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.

Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.

The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.

The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.

"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"

Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-you…where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh...I-"

"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"

Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.

Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.

“I-…MC..” Samuel swallows thickly. “W-where have you been…”

Ben parrots this.

You gulp. Adam—your oldest brother—would no doubt be the worst. And he wasn’t even home yet!

When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!

"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.

"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.

Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."

Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."

"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.

"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.

Shit.

Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"

And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.

On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....

Just how would that go?....

LUCIFER

"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"

It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.

He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.

Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.

"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"

"Lucius?"

"...My parents were Greek."

"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."

Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.

Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.

Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested. You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly! You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it. The second hand embarrassment is very strong.

MAMMON

"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"

If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.

You want HIM to visit your family?!

He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!

He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?

He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)

You can pick up the word 'focáil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.

What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!

The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.

"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"

"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."

"Oh."

The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.

and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!

Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork. Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you. Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.

LEVIATHAN

"You want ME to WHAT?!"

bros panicking more than mammon☠️

Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-😰😰😰😰😰

It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.

This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!

When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)

You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!

the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.

He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!

its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.

"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to. Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face. Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!" You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.

SATAN

"Oh? I'd be honoured..."

He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!

This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!

He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...

"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.

Adam swallows, "Satan?"

Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."

Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."

He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.

"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?" Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.." Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?" Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..." "Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious." "Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.

ASMODEUS

"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"

Posts about it to his devilgram.

He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.

"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"

"..Asmodeus?"

"...His parents are french..."

"Poor thing..."

ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?

Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.

Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?" "I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend. Asmo shrugs, "So don't." Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?" "Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something." Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..." A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D

He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go

Plus there's food involved.

Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)

Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.

"Hi I'm Beel."

"Beel?"

"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D

Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.

Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile. "Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!" Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it." Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles. Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.

BELPHEGOR

"No."

"What do you mean no?" :(

"I'm not going."

"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."

He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."

As per usual he is a bastard.

The waling talking definition of a bastard.

Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.

"This is Belphie!"

"Belphie?"

"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.

"Poor thing."

Belphie glares at you.

Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip. "I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep. Bastard.

im experimenting with post designs :D

'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho

#sorry lads i just really hate europeans #especially irish people😔✊#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #omswd #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor x reader #asks #requests

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moneyisthebestlawyerinh3ll · 3 months

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Did a quick drawing of my fav corporate bby gorl based on this Polaroid I saw on Pinterest

Idk who the dude is but he is goals I wanna go to the bird paradise 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji fandom #black butler anime #black butler william #kuroshitsuji william #william t spears #black butler reapers #black butler fanart #fanart #William fanart #my art

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 6 months

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Hello!

Could you possibly do a cute opposites attract for Billy Hargrove? Not like a nerd reader, more like a flower child in a way. I think the idea would be very cute and funny.

I hope you have a great day!

•Interesting. I've never written something like this but I'm determined to be happy to try. In any case, I am ready to satisfy your request again. I want to point out how the word "flower child" stuck in my mind, making the reader a true flower child, in the literary sense. I hope you like it!

Sunflower

Billy Hargrove x FlowerChild!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The late warm spring afternoon in Hawkins looked spectacular. The flowers were blooming and the sweet breeze touched you making you feel like you were in a fairy tale. But the day had other plans in mind for you and you never thought you would find him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, slight angst? fem!reader, no use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, bad language, opposite attract, sigarettes, daddy issue.

𝐀/𝐍: Request from @unamused-boss ,I hope I have satisfied your request! I apologize for any errors and I also hope that I have exceeded your expectations. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! Hope you enjoy this one. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a late afternoon in Hawkins. Spring had just begun and the flowers had just bloomed, coloring an isolated part of the forest forgotten by everyone. It was like an enchanted place, you had to go through the woods to get there but you didn't mind walking a bit. It felt like a real paradise, it was like your secret place. No one could get there, only you knew how to get in and you knew how to get out.

Every day after school you go there. School could be hard and going there among the greenery and flowers made you happy and let your emotions shine through.

The flowers that surrounded you were all sunflowers, a truly infinite field, with the presence of a few daisies.

You had always been a girl with elegant feminine tastes, high grades but also a strong and difficult character. Nothing could make you happier than nature and flowers in general. You had a nice green thumb, you knew how to grow and plant. This is due to the fact that your uncle worked for a long time in the countryside and when you went to visit him for the holidays there was always something new to learn.

Today you headed there once again, full of happiness. The sun warmed you as you walked through the green tall grass. You sat down, letting the fresh air and surrounding sounds carry you away. The wind, the birds singing..."Holy shit!" you heard in the distance. You reopened your eyes in confusion and saw something you never expected to see. Someone had managed to get to your secret place. The worst thing? It was Billy Hargrove.

Billy Hargrove was a boy who went to the same school as you, he was lazy, didn't work hard at school and only thought about having fun and going to parties drinking like crazy. Besides this, he was also a very attractive boy, with long blond curls and crystal blue eyes and a nice physique. In short, aesthetically he was very handsome, you couldn't deny it, but otherwise he wasn't really your type, he was your opposite, you couldn't hope to get along with him.

You hadn't spoken to him much, you had only tutored him last year to help him with his grades. Needless to say, he tried to persuade you by convincing you to do his homework but luckily you were smarter than him. Now he had improved, but it was clear that he didn't want to study or think about his future.

From the way he was fidgeting you could tell he got lost "Hey!" He screamed as soon as he saw you, most likely he didn't recognize you. You stood up from where you were sitting as the skirt of your white dress fluttered. Billy looked at your figure, you were more enchanting than ever and perhaps he had never noticed it until now. You got closer and Billy did the same thing. "Look who's here, Williams." he said sarcastically "Nice to see you Hargorve" you also added a note of sarcasm but still keeping a certain lightness in your words "You can call me Billy" he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

To be clear. You don't hate him. You know he was teasing you and obviously you didn't get carried away by his games. He was just different and as much as you might hope for redemption from him, you had to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the same old bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had is gone.

"Did you get lost by any chance?" You asked looking at the field and he took a cigarette out of his pocket and you ignored him "What do you say? Do you think I'm a guy who loves remote places?" He looked at you with an obvious look as he lit his cigarette. The nauseating smell of tobacco pervaded you while with one hand you tried to get rid of the bad smell "No, but apparently you love the woods. In short, to come here you have to go through the woods, so excuse me if I ask you, but what do were you doing there?" Billy didn't answer you for a moment, he could have said "it's none of your business" or "Don't mind any fucking business that doesn't concern you Williams" in a more vulgar way, but he didn't. Even though he could be harsh, he wasn't that bad after all and it wasn't appropriate to use such forced language in front of a damsel.

"I was... walking" he didn't add anything else while his curls fluttered a little from here to there. From his tone you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but he decided not to. Maybe he had a rough day? Or maybe he's just in a bad mood? You've started to speculate. Although curious about what that walk meant, you decided not to say anything else and responded with a simple "Okay" and then silence fell.

"And you? Why are you here? Is the little damsel lost too?" You crossed your arms at his typical womanizer nickname "Oh no. I'm not lost. I come here often" He raised an eyebrow as he blew smoke from his plump lips "Why? What's great about being here looking at nothing?" You laughed slightly "You can't look at anything! Being here relaxes me and helps me to... detach myself from reality" you said the last words with a sense of sadness.

Life could be really mean and even cruel, and the worst thing is when you have no one to ask for help. When you think that nothing can help you get up and move forward, but in the end you understand that even something abstract or something concrete like an object, or anything that is not human can help you in your difficulties. Yours was nature, this secret place of yours that you wished you had discovered sooner. Few perhaps couldn't understand what you find so beautiful in plants or landscapes, and honestly not even you could explain it. Billy, on the other hand, remained silent and looked at you and then threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot "Nonsense, you can't detach yourself from reality" his tone was serious and you looked at his features, he was angry? No. He was injured.

"As much as you try, reality is always there, you can't ignore it, much less detach yourself from it..." he continued and then he met your eyes and let out a cough "...so, Here. I find it difficult to understand what you find here Williams, maybe you're strange" he finished the sentence as if nothing had happened, as if what he had said before didn't matter. You approached him and Billy looked at you carefully "Can't you? Or maybe you don't want to?" Hargrove looked at you as if shocked "From the way you speak it's as if you want to detach yourself from reality, but you decide not to, is it perhaps because you're more worried about what happens in reality? As if every little distraction could cause something bad than not can you ignore it?" At that moment, a face never known to you formed on the face of the boy with golden curls, a different Billy you had never seen before. It was like vulnerable...

“I'm sorry, maybe this makes you uncomfortable.” You panicked. You hadn't even realized your words let alone that maybe it might make Billy uncomfortable in some way. You tried to compose yourself and walked away, changing the subject "Now I can take you back out of the woods, I know the way to-"

“My father” you were interrupted by his voice which now seemed to have taken on a different tone “What?”

"My father i can't ignore." You didn't say anything, letting him continue "I always tried to think about other things, maybe focusing on going out for parties or going to basketball games. But when I did that, my father made my life even worse, making it total shit" the wind blew was lowered and Billy in the meantime leaned with his back on a nearby tree "You're right when you say that 'I would like to detach myself from reality but I can't' because I realized that I can't do it..." his words were so genuine, so sincere, but at the same time so suffering. It was as if the Billy you knew wasn't there. They weren't his words, yet they came out of his mouth.

Instinctively you placed your light hand on his forearm and he looked back into your eyes "It's never too late to try again Billy. Don't let just one person ruin you, because then you'll end up regretting it" you replied and then you smiled. He wasn't convinced, but you were willing to let him know. You gently grabbed his hand and he let you do it, as if he was enchanted by your touch "Come with me" you said and together you walked through what was the field of sunflowers.

"You know, the first time I ended up here I thought how the day couldn't get any worse. I was lost too. But I don't think I found a better place to be" the blue-eyed boy looked around and he was like carefree "Here you don't have to fear anything, here you are safe and not even your father can hurt you" you reassured him and your hands melted. Hargrove continued to remain silent and then sat up enjoying the wind caressing his face and simply nodded.

"Can I tell you something Williams?" You nodded "Sure" he got up and took a sunflower and cut off the stem. You felt bad when the flowers were pulled down but you decided not to say anything. He looked at it carefully and then glanced at you "You like flowers right?" You nodded again "So much" Billy continued to stare at you and then with his free hand he placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, placing the flower in the same place "Then you will know what the sunflower means" your cheeks turned red admiring Billy's face with enchantment "I'll give it to you, it suits you" your heart stopped beating for a moment when the boy with golden curls smiled at you and then walked away.

You watched his figure. The sunflower symbolized the sun, therefore the light of life. When you gave a sunflower to a person it was to tell them how sunny and cheerful they are. You didn't think Billy was capable of such a gesture or even that he knew the meaning of the flower. Apparently you didn't know Billy Hargrove for all intents and purposes.

What was it you said? "As much as you could hope for redemption from him, did you have to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the usual bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had was lost?" It turns out you were very wrong.

"So, will you help me out of the woods or not?" He turned around noticing that you weren't following him "Yes" You shook your head coming back to earth "You must not tell anyone what I told you, I would like it to stay between us, clear Williams?" You nodded, laughing.

From that day on you began to see Billy Hargrove with different eyes.

#stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #flowers #flower child #fem!reader

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 6 months

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Twisted Monsterland: Sleepy Birds

So…let’s talk harpies.

Without going into details about the overall species (I’ll save that for the baby monster bestiary I’m working on), I will say that harpies can be based on all species of birds. Falcons, eagles, and vultures? Sure, they’re more commonly known as the base foundation for the species, but they’re not the only ones! Crowley is a good example as a corvid harpy, and some of Rook’s siblings are based on birds of paradise like parrots and macaws! Some can even be based on delicate birds like the hummingbird~

Oof…just thinking about having to flap my arms that fast as a harpy makes me tired! 0.0

Now, you’re probably wondering, “That’s neat! But…where are you going with this?” And that’s a good question! Because we’re gonna talk about birbs~!

I’ve never owned a bird as a pet before, but my grandparents had one when we used to visit in my childhood. One thing I learned about birds (aside from the fact that we had to clap whenever their bird performed a trick on her own and someone saw it) is that one common thing bird owners do to calm down their feathery companions:

The “sleepy-time blanket”!

When the blanket goes over the cage, it’s supposed to mimic night time so the bird thinks it’s time to sleep. And when the cover is removed? It’s time to sing good morning~! Granted, it seems like this varies from bird-to-bird, but considering how often I’ve struggled to stay awake in school whenever the teachers used powerpoint slides in a dark room? Yeah, I get very sleepy in those cases. 😅

Now…imagine if Yuu discovered this by complete accident in the Monster!AU. >v>

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Yuu: *hanging laundry out to dry on a bright, sunny day* “Hey, Grim? I need another clothes peg. The middle is sagging too much.”

Grim: “Yeah, yeah, here.” *flaps wings to hover next to Yuu, holding a bag in his paws* “Are we done yet? I’m bored…”

Yuu: “We’d be done sooner if someone hadn’t taken one of the bedsheets while the ghosts were collecting laundry and added one more load to wash and dry.” *unaware of a large shadow on the other side of the sheet, Yuu frowning as they go to take the sheet down and redo the arrangement*

???: “Bonjour, little Trickster~!”

Yuu/Grim: “Ack-!?!”

Crash!! Fwomp!

Grim: *pinned under Yuu* “Get…off! You’re heavy!”

Yuu: “Ow…sorry!” *climbs to their feet with a wince before turning to face the visitor now covered under the sheet* “Rook! You scared us half-to-death!”

*Rook doesn’t move, eerily silent as he stands there*

Grim: “Hm? Hey, wazza matter? You usually start talkin’ funny by now!” *huffs when he doesn’t get a response and goes to peek under the sheet* “Hey! Are you listenin’ to m…eh? Wait a minute…he’s asleep!?"

Yuu: “Huh??”

Grim: “He fell asleep standing! See?!” *yanks off blanket, pulling off Rook’s hat at the same time*

Rook: *straightens up with a blink, fluttering his wings before feathers settle down and he smiles* “Oh, there you are, Trickster. How are you faring this morning?”

Grim: “Mrah!? I thought you were asleep! What gives?”

Rook: “Hm? I was asleep? I don’t recall…”

Grim: “Yes you were! You were practically snorin’!”

Yuu: *picks up the sheet again, looking between it and Rook before slowly climbing back on the stepladder near Rook*

Rook: “Non, non, I promise you that I did not fall aslee-”

Yuu: *throws sheet over Rook’s head again*

Rook: “Mon di-!?” *freezes before slumping, standing in place in silence again*

Yuu: “…holy crap…I wonder if this’ll work on Ace or Cater?”

Grim: “What’s going on?!”

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Needless to say, Rook was thoroughly confused by this until Yuu told him what happened. This also leads to a discussion on harpy parents using their wings to settle down rowdy chicks and restless hatchlings. Suffice to say, Yuu decided to run their own experiment on their fellow winged students. The results were…interesting to say the least.

Ace: Froze in place but was wide awake.

Cater: Fell asleep but collapsed on his side.

Leona: Blanket was torn to shreds from manticore quills. Hiding out in Diasomnia until he cools down.

Kalim: Normal blanket activates the zoomies. Introduced weighted blanket. Instant calm and Jamil is left baffled and grateful at the same time by this discovery!

Crowley: Fell asleep instantly. Sheets have been weaponized by the staff on occasion, so now he flies away at the sight of anyone carrying one towards him.

Seeing these results makes Yuu question what other animal reactions the students can possibly have. Meanwhile, their fellow students are warily watching the human scribble down notes in a notepad while carrying a jar of peanut butter.

Jack: “…why do you need me to be in beast form?”

Yuu: “I wanted to see something.”

Jack: “Okay…but what’s with the peanut butter?”

Yuu: “This? It’s just a tasty snack.” *opens it and scoops out a large spoonful* “See? Just regular peanut butter.”

Jack: “…alright.” *shifts into Fu dog form, nearly eye-to-eye with Yuu now* “Okay. What did you want to se—mfph!?!” *scrambles back after Yuu shoves the spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth, licking and trying to chew at the same time* “Blamph! Namf-nif-thaths?!”

Yuu: *scribbling notes* “Fu dogs react to peanut butter like dogs. Fascinating…I wonder if catnip affects manticore too?”

Ruggie: “Do you have some sort of death wish???”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #rook hunt #ace trappola #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #chaotic!Yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu

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rey-jake-therapist · 1 month

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In the book Hannibal Rising, Hannibal was a little boy during WWII and his sister Mischa was killed and eaten by Nazis who had taken them hostage. They also forced him to eat her, which is supposed to be a very awkward and simplistic way to explain why Hannibal grew up to become hungry for human flesh.

The show however being set up in present times (they have computers, cell phone, tablets and all), there's no way Hannibal was a boy during WWII. And Hannibal states that Abigail, a teenager, reminded him of Mischa, so I think it's possible, if not necessary, that Mischa's tragedy in Bryan's mind was different than it was in Thomas Harris' book. Hannibal says at one point that he was able to forgive her only after eating her, implying that he ate her willingly; nobody force fed her to him. Mischa never betrayed him, but for her sake he betrayed himself for years, to protect her: that's what he needed to forgive her for...

It's also worth noticing that a couple of Birds of Paradise ornate Mischa Lecter's grave. It's an unusual choice of flower for a grave: birds of Paradise, in flower language, symbolize joyfulness and paradise, but it also symbolizes freedom, anticipation and excitement. It also is the official symbol of the ninth wedding anniversary, meaning it's associated with faithfulness in love.

There's no way this flower was picked up randomly: Hannibal grieved Mischa, but he also found freedom in her death. He may also consider that dying made her free as well. But he remained faithful to her memory, hence why he searched for a replacement in Abigail and, I think, in Will too -which wouldn't be an obstacle to see him in a romantic light as well: I don't think that Hannibal's definition of love is as clear cut as it is for everybody else. In the book Hannibal, for instance, he was in love with Clarice but he also wanted her to be a sister and a mother figure. For him, it's all blurred.

One last thing: the only time we saw Hannibal crying was when he talked about Abigail to Bedelia. Now it's commonly thought that he was in fact crying for Will, but I'd rather tend to think that in his mind Abigail and Will had merged in one entity at this moment. OR he was really crying for Abigail, because he genuinely wanted to create a father/brother bond with her, but made it impossible when he cut her ear and forced her to hide and play dead. We saw it in the last episode of season 2, she stayed with Hannibal because she was scared and didn't know what else to do. She would never be his Mischa again. He failed her.

#hannibal tv show #mischa lecter #hannibal rising #show and movie differences #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #Hannibal meta

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megamindsecretlair · 6 months

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Pour Into Me, Part 1

Pairing: Incubus!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, possession kink, all consensual. Pet names. AU Tyrone.

Summary: Every night, you dream of the same man. A perfect man who makes all of your dirty fantasies come true. But tonight, you happen to see more than you bargained for.

Word Count: 3,578k

Part 2

A/N: Ahem, ya'll ready for more Spooky Tyrone smut? Happy Happy Halloweek! This was so hot and dirty to write. Enjoy my depraved mind. I got something wonderful planned tomorrow. Hopefully I can get it out before Halloween is over! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios!

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You woke to the sound of soothing waves crashing against the shore. You blinked into the soft light filtered through the canopy, getting your bearings. The dream deposited you somewhere new again.

A warm arm slid over your waist and pulled you back against a thick, strong body. You looked down to see bronzed skin and a big hand over your belly. “You’ve come back,” a deep, melodic voice said.

You turned your head a little too fast, getting dizzy from the feeling. You had been groggy all day, sleep beckoning you more and more no matter how much sleep you got. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.

Your dream man. There was no other way to describe him. One lonely night, he appeared like magic in your dream. He called himself Tyrone and said your body cried out to him, to wherever it was that he resided.

His wide smile was infectious as he looked at you. He pulled you back against him to feel how aroused and ready he was for you, like always.

His hand flexed over your belly. He began to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to giggle. He knew it made you ticklish so it was the first thing he did to greet you.

“Are you with my child?” He asked. He kissed down your neck, sending shivers down your body. His hand snaked under your short white dress, touching your belly skin to skin.

“No,” you said. You looked away from him and away from the disappointment on his face. The negative test was stupid. You couldn’t actually get pregnant in a dream right? He looked and felt so real.

You stared out over the ocean. You watched the cerulean waves rock backwards and forwards. Birds called out overhead. He had created a veritable paradise and all you had was bad news.

Tyrone grabbed your thigh and squeezed, making you hiss and look at him. There was no disappointment there. Just a devilish gleam in his eye as he smiled wide. “That means we get to keep trying,” he said.

A piercing pang of desire shot through you causing you to jerk and clench your thighs together. Tyrone tsked at you, rubbing your thighs while he pried them apart. Your legs dropped open. Tyrone stared at the core of you, exposed and needy. Already, your pussy wept for him. You could feel it, dripping out of you.

“You are going to look so beautiful carrying my seed,” he said. His voice went down an octave, deep as the ocean in front of you. Your eyes snapped to his and for a moment…you giggled. He nearly looked demonic as he stared at your pussy.

You didn’t know what his powers were. But it seemed that he controlled what you wore when you came here. He was obsessed with the feeling of silky white clothes on you. Dresses, pants, skirts, whatever he thought of. He thought you looked gorgeous in all of it. Never any panties though. He hated the things.

“Worst invention known to mankind,” he had muttered the one time he caught you in them.

You licked your lips. The cool breeze tussled the flowing curtains around the canopy. Though you couldn’t see much outside of it, you knew that the sand was crisp and white. The sun was perfect; not too warm and not too cold. The birds sang overhead, the waves crashed, and there was a seagull playing overhead.

Tyrone moved, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he settled on his side. He rested his head on his left hand, held up on his elbow. He trailed his right hand through your pussy lips, immediately searching and seeking your aching bud.

At the first pass of his fingers, you gasped. Your mouth dropped open with a strangled moan. He’d just touched you last night, brought you to dizzying heights of pleasure. Still, your body craved him like it craved food and water.

“Let me hear you,” he said. He dipped his middle fingers into you while rubbing his thumb around your clit in smooth, torturous circles.

“Ah, ohh,” you moaned. You tried to play it cool. You tried to bite back the feeling of him inside of you. But every inch of him was made for pleasure. His fingers were thick, pumping into you like you know his dick will later.

“Oohh, fuck,” you said. You widened your legs, giving him more access. He watched your face and all the different expressions you made. He watched for when he did something you loved, something that made you twist your face in delicious pleasure.

Your hands twisted in the white sheets, your head thrown back against the bed. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the building sensation of your orgasm. How it rose steadily as if on command by his fingers.

Finally, it swelled until it rolled over you, soft and lazy like Tyrone’s pumping fingers. You moaned and shook and still his fingers moved. It was like your orgasms turned him on. Filled him with renewed energy to keep going and going. Built for pleasure. Born for sex.

When you finished, you looked down at him. He seemed to glow softly, around the edges. He licked his lips and pulled his hand back. His hand was soaked with your juices. He brought each digit to his mouth and licked off everything you gave him.

“You are so damn beautiful, Tyrone. I wish I could see where you lived,” you told him.

He smirked as he licked his fingers. “A beautiful woman like you has no place where I am from. It is an ugly and jealous place. Here, I know beauty. Here, I know you,” he said in between licks.

You watched his throat work. He wore a sheer white tank top and lounging pants. His chest was broad, sculpted, enough to make Michaelangelo cry.

Done with cleaning his fingers, Tyrone gave you a dark look. He smiled as he rolled over onto his stomach, once more spreading your legs for him. He groaned at the sight. You watched him lick his lips, seeming to salivate more than what was normal.

He bit your thigh and you cried out, your eyes snapping to him. He grinned and then licked the sting away.

“You’re in a playful mood tonight,” you said. You wiggled your hips, knowing what came next.

“You have no idea the restraint I’m showing,” he said, his voice barely louder than the waves. The sound of the waves stuttered and you looked past the flowing curtains. The waves still moved back and forth but seemed out of sync of the sound.

Tyrone took a deep breath and the sound slowed down, matching with the waves once more. “Tyrone? Did you hear that?” You asked. The waves did seem a little too perfect. Dots of light reflected the sun. But where was the sun?

Tyrone dipped his head and licked a long stripe between your entrance and your pussy lips. ��Oh, fuck!” You cried out, jerking in surprise.

Tyrone groaned and took a deep, audible breath. Your pussy fluttered, knowing that he was close and inspecting your every move. Tyrone blew a breath across your wet core and your dress dissolved. You giggled as the material fell away from you, disappearing into thin air. His tricks never ceased to amaze you.

“That’s not very fair. I can’t do the same to you,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows so that you could look at him. He grinned innocently and then his clothes disappeared as well. You bit your lip watching it fall away and his body revealed itself. The swell of his ass, the dip of his hip, his powerful thighs on the bed.

He kissed the sides of your knees, massaged your inner thighs, and scooted up the bed until his face was level with your pussy. “Play with your nipples for me. Squeeze them how I like,” he commanded.

He waited for your hands to snake across your body. For your deft fingers to circle your nipples, giving him a show while you pleasured yourself. It wasn’t until he growled that you finally tugged on your nipples, pinching them between your index finger and thumb.

“Harder,” he said.

You pinched yourself harder and felt it all the way down to your pussy. Tyrone turned his attention back to you and pressed his face against your pussy and started to play with you. “Shit, that feels so good,” you moaned. You threw your head back against the pillows but you couldn’t sit still.

His tongue weaved its own magic, curling against your clit and flicking back and forth. His thumbs opened you up further so that he could get the surrounding areas. His thumbs traced circles on you while his tongue went lower, dipping into your soppy wet entrance.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Right there, don’t stop,” you groaned, your body shaking. Tyrone held your shaking thighs, keeping them open. You twisted and turned trying to escape him, but he snapped with an inhuman growl and you froze. You whined as you came from that sound alone.

Your eyes crossed as you came, gushing out over his mouth. He still tongue fucked you through it, feeling your walls contract through your orgasm. You opened your eyes and looked through the top of the canopy. The sky overhead looked painted on. As if you could reach your hand up and feel a ceiling.

But didn’t you hear birds flying overhead? You strained your ears and indeed heard birds calling to each other. You searched the sky but didn’t exactly see any birds. Where were you?

Tyrone replaced the view of the sky. You smiled at him, all disturbing thoughts leaving you at the sight of him. “It’s not time to go yet,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and you sighed, relishing the feeling of him over you as a solid weight. You tasted yourself on his tongue and you chased his mouth, wanting to lick and suck him more.

You pushed at his shoulders however. He grinned, letting himself be pushed. You pushed until he lay on the bed. His dark hair was a neat contrast against the white pillows. He looked like a little devil laying there, ready to corrupt your mortal soul.

You straddled him, your knees on either side of his hips. He held you about the waist as he scooted up further into a half-sitting position. “Is my little Angel getting bold?” He asked.

You only grinned. You were certainly no angel as you lifted up on your knees. His engorged length slipped between your legs and you cried out as you tried to line him up. His leaking tip moved to your entrance and you both sighed as you finally seated yourself on his length.

“Pussy grip me so tight, Angel,” he groaned.

You clenched around him as you leaned back, putting your hands on his thighs and putting yourself at an angle. He groaned as your titties poked out in this position, within reach and yet out of it.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

You leaned back, feeling him slowly slip out of you. You watched him. His eyes zeroed in on where you were joined watching your arousal coat his dick. His eyes widened and his mouth hung slightly open.

You paused, already straining, sweat gathering down your back to hold this spot. You wanted to bounce on his dick, wanted to milk him dry, but you also wanted to see the cool and calm dream man you’ve come to know lose his head a bit.

When you didn’t move for a few seconds, he brought his gaze to you. “Ride me,” he said.

You shook your head. His eyes narrowed. “Ride me,” he said again.

Again, you shook your head and kept moving back, moving him out of you. That otherworldly growl crept back into his throat. He wrapped two massive hands around your waist, intent on pulling you back down on his dick.

You leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his throat. Tyrone shuddered and you felt every inch of him shake, his dick twitching inside of you. “You didn’t say please,” you cooed.

His fingers flexed against your hips, digging into that endless squishy bit. He rolled his neck and you squeezed harder. He groaned and rolled his hips and you gasped. He felt bigger somehow, like he gained more girth and split you open.

“Ride me,” he commanded. “Let me feel that pussy suck this dick down,” he said. But it wasn’t a request. You squeezed your fingers more, feeling his pulse jump in his throat.

You leaned up on your hips and pushed him back in. You descended on him gradually, memorizing every delicious inch as he stretched you out. You felt full and stuffed. Your pussy squelched around his dick, your arousal leaking out of you.

You moved his head back and forth and he went willingly, his eyes glazing over. A thrill of power went through you. He could snap you in half. He could break your back in ten different ways without lifting a finger. The thought of him beneath you only turned you on.

Your energy seemed to call to him. With each naughty thought that rose to your mind, his dick pulsed inside of you. You leaned forward and he groaned at the slide and smack of your pussy. You kissed his jaw on either side of his face, running your tongue across his lips.

“Beg for it,” you said.

He groaned. “I ain’t begging for shit,” he said.

You turned his head and licked his ear, played with his earlobe between your teeth. He rolled his hips and he slipped more of himself inside of you. This was a vicious game between you two. You desperately wanted to move. To suck him all down. Keep him inside of you.

You weren’t asking for the moon. Just a little recognition that you affected him. That he wasn’t going to disappear the moment he put a baby inside of you.

You contracted around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing him. He shut his eyes, a cute little crinkle in the corners.

“Okay, okay, wait,” he whispered.

“Come on,” you purred in his ear. “Just a little? Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to pump your seed into me?” You continued to squeeze around him, purring filthy things into his ear.

“Don’t you want to bury this dick in me? Ruin me for any other?”

“No one’s ever going to touch what’s mine,” he said. He grabbed your hips roughly, his fingers almost feeling like claws against you. You groaned at the edge of pain. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your breast, needing to feel him everywhere.

His hand latched on immediately, pulling and tugging at your nipple. You groaned at the feeling. “Can you picture it? Your seed leaking out of me?”

“Ungh, yes,” he said. He rolled his hips and you shared a groan.

“I know you like to watch as it slides down my leg,” you said. You licked the shell of his ear.

“Ride me, ride me,” he said.

“Good boys ask nicely,” you said.

He groaned and ended it on a chuckle. “Okay, okay, please? Please ride me. I need you. I need you to move,” he said.

You grinned and kissed him. You kept your hand on his throat as you began to speed up, rocking on his dick.

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that. Take that shit,” he moaned. He pushed into your hand around his neck, increasing the pressure, while he kissed up your neck as you bounced on him. Pressure built up in your belly, pushing with every stroke.

“Oh, I’m gonna–”

You exploded around his dick with a loud, lewd moan. The orgasm caught you off guard. You hadn’t realized you were that close. You clung to Tyrone, shaking and moaning. A whimpering mess as you flooded his dick with your arousal.

He fucked you through it, taking over the strokes. “Cum so pretty for me. So loud for me,” he cooed as he kissed you. You cried into his mouth and he swallowed each one. He seemed to thrive on it. Gain energy from it.

He grunted and released himself inside of you. His warm, sticky cum pulsed and shot hot jets up to the very center of you. “Oh fuck,” you cried out.

Tyrone groaned, rolling his head back and forth as if he were drunk. He laughed as he spent himself, falling back against the cushions. You bit your lip and cried as you slipped out.

“Where you think you going?” He asked.

He hooked his legs around yours, grabbed your arm, and flipped you onto your stomach. “Ty-?”

Tyrone entered you again on a savage thrust. Air whooshed out of you. His hips ground into your ass, pushing you against the bed, and falling over you so you couldn’t get up. He smacked your ass and it jiggled from the force of it. The sting made you hiss and moan.

“Thought I wasn’t gonna get payback?”

His sturdy body pressed you into the mattress, cutting off ready air supply. You struggled for air as he pounded into you relentlessly, somehow still hard. He pulled on your hair, pulling you back towards him so that you were bent in half.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” his gravelly voice commanded.

You could only look out of the corner of your eye. The bestial sight of him made a scream clog your throat. His red eyes glowed unnaturally against the white world around you. The sound of the waves cut out. The birds retreated entirely.

You gushed around his dick, seeing the true form of him and you weren’t afraid. You were surprised but not afraid. You knew something had been off; the worlds he created too perfect. Too clean. The way he spoke of heaven and your angelic nature. He bordered on obsessed with it.

“Fuck,” he said as he pounded into you. He leaned away as if he meant to stop.

You leaned on your right side enough to slip your left hand against his on your waist. “Dont. Stop,” you muttered in between strokes.

He jerked forward as if he were trying to go deeper. As if he could plant his seed like a stake into the ground. “Fuck. Perfect. You’re perfect. You’re perfect,” he chanted over and over like a prayer.

He kept up his punishing strokes, fucking the air out of you. Your pussy greedily sucked him in. The snap of his hips was loud in the sudden emptiness of the dream world. The sky darkened, rolling black clouds moving overhead.

“Fuck, not yet. Not yet. Stay, stay, stay,” he said. Each word was another stroke, another snap of his hips. Your ass clapped against his thighs. Each clap brought thunder and lightning danced overhead.

“Oh fuck me. You’re so deep, so good,” you cried, breathless and whiny. He yanked on your hair harder and you moaned. You bit the pillow beneath you as the sun winked out. He groaned and grunted, slamming into you with reckless abandon.

He was unleashed, no longer needing to keep the world together for you. He had succeeded in dragging you down into his ugliness and yet your slick heat welcomed him in. Your cries and moans encouraged him to keep going, to wring every last bit of pleasure out of you.

He moved his left hand around your thigh, spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your clit. “C’mon, c’mon,” he muttered.

You bowed at an unwieldy angle and came with a ferocious purr, snapping your thighs together and trapping him as best as you could. He groaned at the tighter channel, your orgasm only fueling his own.

He pumped you with load after load of hot cum, stuffing you full and making sure it was in there deep. The world turned darker and darker, wakefulness pulling you away from him already.

Still, he snapped his hips. Still, he thrust his cum into you and hoped that it would take. That you would come back to him with news of his seed growing inside of you. That you would carry a piece of him. That every twitch and jerk in your belly would remind you of him and his dick lodged inside of you where he belonged.

The blaring, irritating sound of your alarm hauled you to wakefulness with a disappointed cry. Your sheets were soaked through with sweat. Areas stuck to your overheated, naked skin. You hadn’t remembered crawling into bed right after your shower, but you must have.

Or perhaps Tyrone was getting stronger the more you fucked. Perhaps his powers crossed to the real world the more you welcomed him into your body. You flopped onto the wet sheets and groaned. You moved your legs, your pussy a little sore from all the rough fucking.

You closed your legs as if you could still feel him there, trying to shove more of his cum inside you. You caressed your belly in the dim darkness of your bedroom and imagined what he’d have in store for you tonight.

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Part 1 | The Secret Tyrone Files

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ladydostoevsky · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐬

Request from: @fandoom-strikes

I used he/him pronouns, but can be read also as gn or she/her

"A short thing from the POV of a newly ascended god or new ghost city resident third wheeling to hualian blatantly flirting on the job"

Y/n followed His Highness, The Crown Prince of Xianle, and the famous Crimson Ghost King, Hua Cheng, through a calm and colorful forest. It was a beautiful sunny autumn afternoon in the mortal realm: birds sang, trees swayed gently with the wind and sun shone through the red leaves. Y/n sighted when he heard Hua Cheng and Xie Lian clearly flirting, again. The Prince and the King, who sat a few meters away from him, beside each other, laughed and smiled like fools while complimenting each other.

Y/n cursed Ling Wen for sending him with His Highness. What happened you ask? A dangerous evil spirit escaped from Heaven again. His Highness and y/n were sent to catch it before it could do any harm to mortals. Unfortunately, of course Crimson Rain Sought Flower had to tag along. Where is His Highness, there is The Crimson Ghost. Almost everyone in the three realms knows about their close relationship, even the newcomers like himself who had ascended only 7 months ago catch up to this quickly. Now he felt like a third wheel behind them. Only watching the two love sicks shamlessily teasing and blushing.

"San Lang, please. You don't have to," smiled Xie Lian to Hua Cheng who is putting a little red maple leaf behind the Prince's ear. He had a handful of little leaves and one by one decorating His Highness's brown hair with them. Hua Cheng smiled at him warmly, "Gege, have I ever told you, that you look like a freshly grown tulip in red?" he put his fingers under his chin and gently turned his head to face him. "Red suits you." Xie Lian blushed and chuckled, "Not as much as you. San Lang looks the best in red." They both chuckled at that. Y/n just sat there few meters away, looking at them with bored expression and cringed a little at their little moment and sighted. Hua Cheng saw that and turned to him annoyed, "If you're so bored why don't you go back to Heaven? We can finish this mission with Gege alone." "San Lang," The Prince warned silently. "Y/n is a new martial god and needs mission experience. He has to tag along, he was originally assigned to help me, remember?" Xie Lian smirked, referring to Hua Chang coming along without invitation or warning. The King just gave a look to y/n to shut him up and continued putting maple leaves into Xie Lian's hair.

After traveling a few more hours it was already dark. They set up their sleeping place, of course Xie Lian and Hua Cheng shared a bed. Y/n was ready to fall asleep when a few meters away he could hear soft whispers of the two other companions.

"Gege, are you cold? Do you need anything?" Hua Cheng whispered. Xie Lian chuckled, "San Lang, I'm alright. Thank you for worrying." y/n sweat dropped at this. "You know Gege, ones we finish here we should go back to Paradise Manor, do some calligraphy lessons and maybe even sleep togather in my b-" "CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY GOOD HEAVENS!"

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hualian #mxtx fandom #mxtx x reader #danmei #x reader #mxtx #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf x reader #hualian x male reader #x male reader

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tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol · 8 months

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I find the scene in "Stronger Faster" where Ratchet flirts with Arcee, and has his little: "How's it humming?" *fingerguns* moment to be so funny, because I headcanon that it's TOTALLY something Ratchet learned from human television.

Because, as far as we know, Cybertronians don't really flirt or have romantic desires the same way humans do, so Ratchet catcalling Arcee the way a human would is kinda like if a human tried to perform a weird mating dance like a bird of paradise. Like that one scene in How to Train Your Dragon 3 where Toothless hops around like an idiot.

Ratchet probably didn't even understand the actual meaning of anything he said or did. He just saw humans doing bad pick-up lines on TV, and copied it because he was high on green space crack.

It makes Arcee's reaction that much funnier, because it explains why she seems less mad, and more confused. Like: "Did he just...perform an alien mating ritual? Did he just pretend to be a human trying to court me? Huh?????"

#tfp #transformers prime #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #rambles #tfp stronger faster #synth-en #don't do synth-en kids #tfp headcanons #timll talks

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whbfan · 1 month

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The Two Stars That Fell From The Sky | Part 6/6

A jubilant Michael poured down from a gap in the clouds, accompanied by enough angels to fill the sky.

6666 Knight angels, 4444 Magic angels, and 2222 Self-destructing angels crowded around Michael as they looked down.

Michael had come with his army.

—

Astaroth: Michael…! Wait, this is difficult…

Sitri: …Looks like only our great names will be left for generations to come… Not only Lucifer but Michael in one spot…

Lucifer looked up at Michael as if he were dreaming, whereas Satan’s group tensed up even more, their eyes wide.

Lucifer: Michael…

Michael flushed and trembled, as if Lucifer whispering his name in a low voice alone had brought him to climax.

Michael: Hyung! It’s me!!! Wait, you even have the magic pearl next to you. I knew it!

He called Gamigin the ‘magic pearl’ without even mentioning his presence, as though he still disdained life.

He was smiling at Lucifer, shining his golden, false eye.

He had the fake, golden eyepatch because Lucifer had plucked out his eyeball in the past, but the way he still smiled broadly at his brother seemed to show his almost fanatical affection.

Lucifer: Michael, wait—

Michael: Now, servants of the sky, cut the young dragon into a thousand pieces and scatter them upon the earth and bring me the magic pearl. Kill the impudent Satan and his hosts besides him.

Michael coldly glanced at the self-destructing angels.

Michael: Destroy them as though they had never existed in this world with all your lives.

Michael raised his hand as if to finish his order then regarded Lucifer with a kind smiling face again.

Michael: Lucifer hyung. You cannot fly to heaven, so take my hand. The rest of you, go down and bring him with all your heart. If he feels discomforted even in the slightest, I shall rip you into a hundred pieces.

When Michael lowered his hand, the angels folded their wings in unison and began to plummet toward the ground.

Sitri: …Your Majesty, what do we do?!

Satan: Tsk. We’ll do what we always do.

Satan clicked his tongue once and then stood in front of Jjok who was obscured by the grass, as if blocking him and Gamigin.

Facing off against Michael and his army of 13,332 angels was only one king, three dukes, and one little devil to defend.

Satan scanned his comrades who were gritting their teeth and preparing for battle.

Then, he opened his mouth wide to take a big breath and—

Satan: The victory from Hell begins here—!!!

Satan’s voice rang the large forest.

Birds flew up from the forest and the angel bodies on the ground and in the air trembled.

The back fighting to preserve even a single life. As Jjok looked up at, tears welling in his eyes, Satan’s men grinned as they heard their king’s cry.

BANG!!!

Amidst the self-destructing angels and flying spears of light, Satan’s party stood their ground and began to fight back. It was the second war in the forsaken ‘Paradise’.

Bang—! Bang—!

Each time gunshots erupted from the unseen Leraye, an angel head was blown off.

The never-missing gun, but there were too many angels.

Every time a self-destructing angel blew itself up, Satan was covered in blood protecting Sitri and Astaroth.

As if that didn’t matter, Satan did nothing to protect himself, decapitating angels and tearing their wings off as they rushed at his people.

In the midst of all the chaos, Michael flew down like a light feather falling from the sky and made his way to Lucifer, who neither aided the devils nor the angels.

Michael: My beloved brother. Let us leave this to our slaves and return.

Michael smiled happily and extended his hand toward Lucifer.

Just then, Michael saw something small and irritating flying towards him in his field of vision.

Jjok: Don’t take Mr. Lucifer…! My family…!!!

Jjok yelled, leaping towards Michael shedding tears and urine at the same time.

But Michael didn’t even frown as he raised his hand lightly as if to swat away a fly and pointed toward Jjok with his index finger.

A ray of light exploded from the tip, shone in a straight line for a moment… and Jjok’s body fell to the ground.

Jjok’s stomach had a hole too but for his body and was making burning noises,

And he could see Lucifer’s blank face beyond the hole in the falling Jjok.

The scene of the small devil charging towards Michael, getting a punctured and falling like a leaf played like a slow motion in Lucifer’s eyes.

Although Satan and his party who were in the middle of battle failed to notice Gamigin and Lucifer saw it all.

Gamigin uttered his friend’s name and stretched out with all his might, but he felt like his body was also moving much too slowly.

In the end, Jjok’s body plopped to the ground and rolled over the lawn a few times and came to a limp stop without reaching the tip of Gamigin’s hand.

Lucifer watched it all.

—

He had the feeling that this moment flowed much more slowly than the two years he spent with them.

When Jjok fell, acrid smoke billowing from his body and his unfocused eyes headed for Lucifer—

Michael: Even a lowly, trivial creature shows hostility for us… Hell is indeed a den of beggars that should disappear. Right, Hyung?

Michael jeered at Jjok’s death and suddenly hardened.

Lucifer’s footstep-less feet headed for Jjok.

The mere movement of the First Light was enough to cause those who had been frantically attacking each other to pause and stare at it.

Lucifer’s gliding movements towards Jjok were so benevolent and painful that no one could move, no one could breathe, for the only thing that existed was the fact that they were not to be disturbed, regardless of race or circumstance.

In the scene that was filled with bloody mist, time seemed to stand still.

In the silence, pure white hands pushed through the grass and preciously held up the small fallen body.

Jjok had been attacked so instantly that he didn’t even have a pained expression in his face.

In fact, his eyes were closed in the last brave expression he had as he charged at Michael.

Lucifer stroked Jjok’s body softly with his hand. His moving hand that glimmered with holy light made the scene feel sacred in itself.

All the creatures there didn’t even breathe, and while even the wind stayed silent as though trying not to disturb him, Lucifer hugged Jjok tightly in his chest.

Lucifer lowered his head and murmured as if to share his breath with that tiny creature.

No one heard what he said, but a few angels were sniveling already.

When Michael heard the sound, he came to and yelled loudly enough to ring the sky.

Michael: Listen, slaves of Heaven!!!!!!! Kill the filthy devils!!! Rip and stomp over that thing that soiled my brother’s hands!!!!!!!!!!

Michael shouted, shooting blinding beams from his eyes and fingertips and the angels’ eyes rolled back in their heads at the sound of Michael’s voice as they began to attack Satan’s group again.

Michael’s light pierced Sitri’s chest and he groaned as he collapsed. The spot where the light had passed was sizzling and dug out as if it had never been there.

Astaroth embraced Sitri and eight angels wielding swords of light rushed toward them at once.

Just then, Satan swung his huge Scythe of blood to cut through the eight angels and yelled at Lucifer.

Satan: Damn it, you shithead who shone first! If he really was someone you treasured, prove it!!!

Jjok’s final shout overlapped Satan’s red one.

Jjok: [Don’t take Mr. Lucifer…!! My family…!!!]

Lucifer didn’t let them call him under any titles but Jjok and Gamigin already considered him to be family.

Just then, Lucifer raised his head and handed Jjok in his hand to Gamigin.

Gamigin: Mr. Lucifer…

Michael: [The blasphemous, disgusting one who tempted my brother!!! The main instigator of all this!]

The moment Gamigin quietly took Jjok into his arms, the red light exploding from Michael’s eye flew faster and stronger than ever before.

The ominous glow which seemed to refuse to be contained gave both the devils and angels present an eerie sense of danger.

Sitri: Wait, no…!!

If Gamigin dies, God is the only one who can stop the crazy Lucifer…! Sitri was clever even in split seconds like this and sensed danger.

Just as he was about to throw himself to stop the light instead, Sitri’s jaw dropped as he stopped.

Lucifer’s hand was holding Michael’s ray of light. The light in Lucifer’s hand had stopped in front of Gamigin’s chest, unable to advance further.

Astaroth: He can catch… the light with his hand…?

Sitri: …The first to shine, the majesty of his face was such that even this was possible.

When Lucifer snapped the ray of light in his hand, there was a clang—! of shattering glass as it snapped and exploded.

And then, staring at Michael who had just tried to harm both Gamigin and Jjok, Lucifer stepped soundlessly toward him.

Even in that moment, Michael beamed, thinking that Lucifer was returning to him. But his smile soon slid off his face.

Lucifer’s white eyes turned black as he slowly took a step.

On his second step, his body descended about a foot and his feet touched the ground.

Boooom…!!!

The vibration shook all of Hell once and loudly, causing a few of the angels in the ground to stumble and fall.

Where Lucifer’s first foot touched the ground, it crushed, burned, melted and hardened into the shape of his foot, leaving a footprint.

And when he finally stood before Michael on his third step, black energy, not white, began to flow from his body.

The torn clothes wrapped around his body burnt from his toes and were soon replaced by a pitch black suit.

From beneath the feet of the finished black suit, a snake with pure white scales coiled up from his body, embedding itself as a pattern of his clothing.

And from Lucifer’s head, bright red horns that were the same color as Jjok’s began to grow.

Michael: L-Lucifer-hyung…?!!

Lucifer disregarded Michael as though he was going to answer him, but when he quietly opened his mouth his words resonated through the entire sky.

Lucifer: [Kneel, he who walks on the ground.]

At his words, the angels who were standing on the ground made a collective thump! thud! thud! and fell to their knees at the same time. Their knees were shattered and their bones were visible but they could not even move.

Suddenly, a crackling sound filled the sky. The angels had begun to gnash their teeth and tremble.

Lucifer: [Bow, he who flies through the sky.]

Then the angels flying in the sky were simultaneously thrown vertically toward the ground. The angels in the ground made the sound of something being smashed where they touched.

Leraye: [Damn… We nearly fought that guy…?!]

Aiming his gun from far away, Leraye had soon lowered his gun and was gritting his teeth with his arms around his shoulders,

Lucifer: [He who carries light, worship with the best of what you have.]

When Lucifer’s last words echoed through the sky, all the angels slit their own throats with their weapons.

They cut their throats to the point their necks dangled on their shoulders and the bloody cost of white light sprouting from their necks made the surroundings look hazy for a moment.

Only Michael stood unaffected and unharmed in the silent haze.

No, it wasn’t even that Michael was unaffected but that Lucifer didn’t use his powers on him alone.

Hundreds of Michael’s subordinates had dropped down dead in a second but he shouted at Lucifer as through it didn’t matter.

Michael: Lucifer-hyung…!! How could you abandon us to belong to Hell…!!!

The eye Lucifer dug out began to stream with tears. He was so flustered and angry and upset that he didn’t know what to do.

Lucifer murmured as mercifully as he did when he embraced Jjok but in a gloomy, sullen tone.

Lucifer: I am a fallen angel. I was born as the son of mornings yet set into afterlife.

Lucifer: I have failed Heaven with my arrogance and will repent in Hell.

His gloomy words were an answer for Michael, who was bawling like a child.

A mixture of flesh-cutting fury and child-carrying affection was radiating from Lucifer’s body.

Lucifer: I love you, my brother. Which is why I will give you one last chance.

Lucifer: Return.

When Lucifer lowered his head and looked at the ground, the ground in front of Michael split in two and black energy blossomed like smoke from the crack.

The thicker the black energy became, the hazier Lucifer seemed in Michael’s eye.

Just as Michael was about to shout Lucifer’s name again, Lucifer took the initiative and announced,

Lucifer: I proclaim this land to be [Paradise Lost]. Anyone who violates this area without my permission will not escape this land alive.

Lucifer: Even if that is God.

Michael’s eyes widened at the name he spat out, as well as those of the other devils there.

Michael flashed his golden eye from behind a veil of black energy, weeping and gnashing his teeth.

Michael: How…!!!!! How could that lowly, uncivilized creature!!!!! To us!!!!!!!!! To me!!!!!!!!!

Lucifer spoke in a sad voice at Jjok whom Gamigin was holding preciously in his arms.

His voice was tinged with a range of emotions he’d been desperately suppressing.

Jjok scowling with all his might flying towards a berry on a tall tree, and Jjok’s smiling face flitted across Lucifer’s vision.

Lucifer: This virtuous being is the one who, by his own strength, has gained what is highest with his own power.

Lucifer: Michael, it is an honor you and your other brothers who had everything from the start do not know. I hope you realize it one day.

It seemed as though Lucifer was trying to bring Michael around until the end, but when he raised his head… Michael had already flown high into the Heaven.

When the pressure finally eased a little, the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer to Lucifer. It was Satan.

Lucifer: …….

Satan: ……..

Lucifer and Satan quietly regarded each other,

Sitri and Astaroth were watching Satan with a look of ‘What do we do now?’ on their faces.

After saying nothing for some time, Satan stretched his fist in front of him and spoke.

Satan: I’ll tell the other five kings that a seventh King of Hell stands on this land.

Sitri: Your Majesty…! But—

Satan: Enough.

Sitri seemed to have more left to say, but Satan tapped him on the shoulder and quietened him.

Satan: He has lost his family twice already today.

Sitri: ……I understand.

At Satan’s words, Sitri stared at Jjok while Astaroth stared into the sky.

Then, Lucifer spoke to Gamigin behind him over his shoulder.

Lucifer: I only received things from you. I never did anything for you.

Lucifer: I failed to avenge Jjok nor conciliate Michael.

Lucifer: I… can no longer live my life with a straight face…

Lucifer hung his head, hugging himself with his arms as though hiding the embarrassing parts of his body.

Lucifer: However… I will protect all the innocent devils here until the war of Hell comes to an end.

Lucifer: I am sorry…

An improbable word, an apology from the most noble and perfect of men, but Gamigin spoke as brightly and energetically as ever.

Gamigin: I will always be by your side.

His bright, powerful voice which were at odds with the brooding Lucifer-ian atmosphere, seemed to harmonize them.

His bells sounded a little wet like his voice but Gamigin tried his best to smile again.

……

—

Lucifer: …I am a little tired after talking so much.

The large boulder, no, Lucifer sitting on the rubble of fallen building muttered quietly.

His voice was barely audibly if you didn’t concentrate, which was as it should be because all around him now were hundreds of angels flying through the sky, attacking just as they had when Michael had come down all those years ago.

The angels couldn’t threaten him more because of their awe and fear of the being called Lucifer, and only threw spears and swords of light from afar but it still cut and pierced when they touched him.

Lucifer was in the middle of a battlefield that was just off of Paradise Lost but Lucifer suddenly began to talk for quite a long time about the past as though he couldn’t see nor hear it.

There were devils shining their eyes as they listened to him like young children, breathing quietly to hear him.

Marbas, Morax, and Buer had their limbs cut and pierced because of the spears of light that rained down from above, but they only stared at Lucifer as though they couldn’t waste time suffering.

Probably because of Lucifer’s mouth had opened for the first time in a long time.

Spears had pierced Morax’s arm several times and it dangled from his shoulders, and there seemed to be no more space for any more swords to drive into Buer’s back.

But they didn’t want to miss the voice of their noble king, which they could only hear at such length on very rare occasions.

His voice which was as soft as milk and honey was often languid and mostly melancholy but always tinged with affection for the beings who listened.

No matter what he was talking about he had a voice you could listen to for a thousand years and never get bored.

Morax: …So what happened? Was Jjok buried in that land?

Buer: I do envy that a little… To be the first subject to be buried in Paradise Lost…

Gamigin: I know, right!!! What do you think happened!!!!

When Gamigin jingled his staff with an excited look on his face as though this was the climax of the story, the devils around him rebuked him.

Marbas: It’s loud…

Morax: You’re loud.

Buer: How loud.

Just as Buer stroked his chin with a. Bloody hand and was the last to complain, a small shout came from above Lucifer’s shoulders.

Jjok: What the—!! What the what the what the—!! I didn’t die!! Mr. Lucifer, why would you finish without saying the last important part?!

Jjok: What the what the—!! You guys also know I’m alive!!

When Jjok spoke, Marbas’ body collapsed with a thud.

Beneath his smiling face, a spear of light pierced his throat.

But no one looked back at him. Three blades suddenly drove into Buer’s left chest, who then vomited blood and turned limp with a smile of his face.

Even Morax with his dangling arm fell to this knees and collapsed sideways with a smile. That was how everyone died.

Lucifer slowly stood up from his seat.

Lucifer: Looks like I have been talking for too long. Let us all return.

Gamigin: Yep!!

Gamigin answered brightly from right behind Lucifer.

And he shook his staff with a jingle—! for the last time, raising it high into the sky and driving it into the ground.

Flash—!!

A light as bright as the sun flowed from the ground and the staff embedded itself into and the light flowed into Marbas, Morax and Buer’s bodies.

They calmly sat up as though waking up from a nap.

The cuts had glued together, the punctures plugged. No, they looked even more refreshed than they had before collapsing.

The startled angels opened their mouths wide in surprise and shot spears and arrows again too late.

The devils there began to radiate green energy from their bodies as though they thought the story was over.

Pleasant sounds like the sound of a star shining, wind smiling, emotions being moved began to sound from them.

The angels continued to throw spears and swords of light but were healed faster than wounding the devils.

Marbas was healing Morax, Morax was healing Buer, and Gamigin was healing Buer. They were healing each other at the same time and no wound could even mark them.

Having come back to life, Marbas nodded in a leisurely way and spoke to Gamigin amidst the downpour of spears and swords.

Marbas: So, Gamigin and Jjok who experienced such a thing together are his Majesty, Lucifer’s family.

Gamigin: Yes. Like you hyungs!

As someone who knew their untold stories, Gamigin smiled brightly.

The angels ground their teeth at Lucifer’s party who brushed themselves off and walked away.

Just then, six angels who looked the bravest and had the fiercest eyes flew low and rushed for Lucifer’s party.

Brutal Angel: I shan’t ever let you go, traitor Lucifer…!

But before they could even reach the ground, they slit their own throats in unison and plummeted to the ground as though they had stepped over an invisible line.

Listening to the rustling and crinkling of wings, Jjok who had now taken up residence above Gamigin’s head screeched at the angels, arms and legs spread wide.

Jjok: Beyond this line is the domain of Lucifer! The Seventh King of Hell! Whoever sets foot in Paradise Lost without his permission will not make it out alive!

Jjok: Even if that is God!!!!!!!

Marbas: It’s loud…

Morax: You’re loud.

Buer: How loud.

The great little devil Jjok, who was almost a red lump, or perhaps a slightly white lump, was the first of the Red Lumo family to belong to another continent,

He ignored the devils and continued to bellow at the top of his voice and the angels had no choice but to grind their teeth and do nothing to them.

It was their own and, the land the angels had lost, but the devils had reclaimed. [Paradise Lost].

—

And Gamigin…

Gamigin: [Even after a long time, I couldn’t stop the blood flowing from where Mr. Lucifer’s wings used to be.]

Gamigin: [I only wish I could heal him… but even if I gather the power in my magic pearl, I couldn’t do it.]

Gamigin: [Probably because Mr. Lucifer didn’t want it.]

Gamigin: [That was when I realized that even the magic pearl doesn’t grant all the wishes in the world.]

Gamigin: [Perhaps the blood on his back would stop bleeding when he returns to Heaven?]

Gamigin: But I… don’t want him to go back to Heaven.

Gamigin rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window at Lucifer’s footprints on the ground in the clearing outside the house.

Gamigin: I wish Mr. Lucifer would stay him. Maybe the war wouldn’t be so bad after all…

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