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latenightdaydreams · 16 days

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Can you write about Konig and stepmother! Reader. When he came back to visit his father in his hometown after years of deployment and he saw stepmother!reader who is young and curvy with large breasts and then...they fuck=))) Not forcing, love your writing btw

This is such a hot idea 😮‍💨I had so many ideas so I just had to pick one and write! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the story! Have a great day♥️

König x Stepmother!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Part2

>cw: fem/ afab reader, step mom, p in v, age gaps, mentions of breeding

2.6k word count

König sat on his bed in his quarters and yanked his mask off of his face as his hands grasped a wedding invitation for his father’s 4th wedding. König looked at the elegant font and design before rolling his eyes and tossing the invite into the trash. After his father walked out on his mother, he has had no interest to keep up with him. It’s pathetic how a 73-year-old man keeps bouncing from wife to wife. König wouldn’t give this marriage a year. Yet, it was still his father and he made sure to try and make it to his city once he went back home to visit.

Still dressed in his full military uniform he finds himself standing outside of his father’s door. He takes a deep breath as he gets ready to see his dad again and meet whoever was stupid enough to marry the man. His hands go under his mask to adjust it slightly. Deciding to get it over with, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

The door opens and he expects to see his 6’4 slender and frail old man of a father, but instead he sees you, his new step mom. You open the door with such warmth and radiance it’s as if the sun light behind you was coming from you. He stood there with a blank stare for a moment, trying to process the site before him. His eyes traveling down your frame to see the way your breasts are barely contained within you summer dress, you don’t look a day over 30, even young for König’s 46-year-old self. He swallows hard, no way this is his step mom.

“König?” Your voice smooth like silk with an accent sends a shiver down his spine.

“Ja, and you’re…”

“Y/N,” your hand is so small and delicate within his own as he grabs yours to shake. He tries to control his gaze as they step into the house.

“Your father is just over here,” you say walking ahead of König as you both make your way to the living room. König’s eyes glued to your ass jiggling and the way your hips sway with every step. His mind jumping through hoops trying to understand how his dad could have possibly landed someone as fucking hot as you.

Walking up to his father König holds a hand out for him to shake, his eyes piercing down at the old man with a look of distain.

“Hallo, how have you been old man?” König asks as he sits, his eyes trailing back to his new step mom as she sits on the arm rest next to his dad.

“Great son, have you met my old ball ‘n chain?” Felix hand creeping around your waist.

König suppresses the eyeroll he feels at his dads comment about his new wife. His new soft, big breasted wife.

“I have, she’s lovely.” His piercing pale blue eyes meet your gaze as he says these words. His dad too oblivious to notice the lustful gaze his son was giving his new wife.

A small blush forms on your cheeks as König calls you lovely. You smirk and look over his body. He is massive. A younger, bigger version of Felix. You wonder if everything is bigger.

“Well, I’m happy I finally get to meet you. Felix has told me so much about you.”

“Has he now?” König asks while looking at his father, Felix’s eyes glued to watching the TV.

“Can I get you something to drink König? I’m sure you’re wore out from all of the traveling.” You stand to your feet and smooth out your dress as you wait for his reply.

König’s throat was dry and he most definitely could use something to drink, but he didn’t want water, he wanted you to squirt in his mouth. He shakes his head to snap out of the thought.

“Uh, yes please.” König stands and walks past his father following you into the kitchen. His dad too out of it to even keep interest in a conversation with him, he wonders how you do it.

You walk into the kitchen and tiptoe to get a glass for König when you feel a large hand on your side, making you shiver.

“Here, let me help.” König says casually as if his heart isn’t beating out of his chest from the sensation of touching your waist. His hand resting on the curve of your perfect hour glass shape as his mind begins to wonder how sexually fulfilled you actually are with his father. He quickly pushes the thought aside as he hands you a glass.

“Thank you, König.” You grab the glass from his eyes all the while gazing deeply into his blue eyes. Snapping out of it you turn and go to the fridge as you begin to fill the glass with water. “So, your dad tells me you’re a Colonel?”

“I am,” König eyes you intently wondering why you’re actually here with his dad, you could be with anyone. “How long have you been with my father?” He takes the cup of water from you, your fingers grazing his making him feel a spark.

“A little over four years now.” You reply leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

König’s eyes land on your breasts again before he looks down at his glass and takes a long drink. He couldn’t think of any appropriate questions to ask you. From are your breasts real to can his dad even please you are the only ones bouncing around in his brain.

Just then his dad walks in and pats König on the back, making him jump. König watches as his dad walks past him to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your soft lips. A heat of jealousy rushes over him as he drops his gaze and drinks more water.

“Is dinner almost ready?” Felix asks as his hand remains on your ass.

“It is, I was just getting König a drink.”

“Alright, let’s get eating, I’m tired.” Felix complained as he made his way to the table. König thankful his face is hidden or hid dad would have seen his disgust.

“I’ll help set the table,” König walked to the cabinet you had opened and reached over you to grab three plates.

“Oh, thank you.” He was close and all you could think about was his cologne mixed with his natural musk, finding it enticing.

You set the table with König’s help and sat down to eat. It was painfully awkward. You could tell the strained relationship between father and son was hopeless. Felix has no interest in talking to his son and his son has no interest in forgiving his dad. König’s eyes kept following you the whole time. Watching how your lips wrapped around your fork as you took a bit, the way your breasts rest on the table due to their size. He can’t get enough of you.

Hours pass and König is in the room you set up for him and looking around. He pulls his mask off and begins to undress. He can’t stop thinking of you. As he drops his pants, his erection is more obvious. He runs his palm over it through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he walks to the bed and gets under the covers. Looking up at the ceiling he begins to think of you as he slowly began to stroke his cock. Thinking of the way your breasts jiggle with the slightest of movement. He closes his eye and begins to pump his fist over his cock, imagining you riding him and how your breasts would look bouncing. Thinking you and Felix are asleep, he lets out soft moans.

You walk upstairs from getting a late night snack and you can hear soft little moans coming from down the hall, you know its König. Looking ahead at your bedroom door, then over to König’s, you decide to make your way to his room.

Standing outside the door you can clearly hear his hand moving over his cock, soft wet sounds mixed with the blankets rustling. You can hear him moan out your name every few seconds. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

König stops and his eyes go wide as he sees you. A mix of surprise and embarrassment written on his face as he gulps. His eyes travel down your body and notice the silky light pink night gown you’re wearing. The dress clings perfectly to your body, you look like a goddess.

“Y/N…” König says your name with lust and panic in his tone.

“König…” You close the door behind you. Your eyes travel to the part of the blanket that was poking up from his erection.

König froze in place as you slowly started to walk to him. You sit on the bed beside him as you reach out and grasp his erection over the blanket. König lets out a shaky breath feeling your small hand grasp his fat cock.

“Oh Scheiße.” He moaned softly as you squeezed the head of his cock.

“Would you like some help?” You slowly stroke down his cock and watch as his jaw drops.

König begins to nod his head quickly, “Please,” his eyes look into yours almost begging you.

You pull the blanket back to see his boxer briefs pulled down his thighs and his cock out, the foreskin hugging his bright pink tip that’s leaking pre cum. His cock is simply massive. You grab his cock, skin on skin now, your fingers don’t even meet when wrapped around him. König’s breathing quickly at this point watching with anticipation.

You begin to stroke his cock faster pulling quiet moans from König’s lips. You look up at his maskless face and study it, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure; he looks exactly like his dad, but younger.

Without thinking König reached a hand out and cupped one of your breasts over the nightgown. He squeezed gently as he moved his eyes from your hand wrapped around him to his hand on you. Your breast so big and full they spill over his large hands. He has never been blessed to touch such beautiful breasts before. His hand pulls down your night gown to expose your bare breast to him.

Your nipples hard as he reaches out and tugs on one. “Mein Gott, you are so perfect.” He whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say the words out loud.

He sits up more to lean forward, his lips finding yours and bringing you into a passionate kiss, his tongue finding yours as you softly begin to suck on his. He lets out a soft groaning sound at the thought of you sucking his cock instead. His hand still playing with your nipple as the other holds your waist tightly. Precum leaking on to your hand as he slowly breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the minute I laid my eyes on you.” He growls as he begins to kiss down your neck, biting lightly to not leave marks behind.

He hears you let out the softest little moan and it sends his brain into over drive as he pushes you back on the bed. His mouth hungrily kissed down your neck to your breast as he pulls his underwear all the way off. His mouth latched to your nipple and sucking at it desperately as you moan out running your fingers through his hair. König had been thinking about what this moment with you might be like, and now here he was; ready to show you another reason why he’s better than his dad.

You watch as König slaps his heavy cock onto your wet pussy, it’s been ages since you’ve been fucked- like really fucked. Your legs twitch as his cock rubs over your sensitive clit and it makes him smirk.

“Fuck me already,” you demand pathetically and König chuckles in response.

“Horny little house wife, aren’t you?” He teases as he slips his cock into your tight wet cunt. Instantly your velvety walls began to flutter around his size desperately trying to accommodate him. You let out a quiet moan as your eyes close, face twisting in pleasure. His cock filling you up to the point of pain, but fuck it felt good. His hands grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. His cock pressing in until he hits your mushy cervix, your pussy not even able to fit all of him.

“You like that, huh?” König asks feeling a bit arrogant.

His pins your legs back and begins to just pound into your creamy cunt, his mouth finding your breast as he begins to kiss and bite all over them, no longer worrying about leaving marks on you. He wanted you for his own self. His balls slapping hard against your ass as they tighten from excitement.

Not only did your gummy cunt feel like heaven, the whole taboo situation of you being his step mom was adding to the experience. The thought of filling you with his cum and possibly getting you pregnant making his mind go crazy with excitement.

“Please fuck me!” Your fingers drag across König’s broad back and scratch deeply, leaving bright red marks across his pale skin. Yours legs tremble as they squeeze his side.

“König- I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, cum for me like the needy little step mom you are.” His hand moves to your pussy as his thumb begins to rub to your clit. You melt into nothing as you begin to moan loudly, your body tensing as you feel the rush of euphoria takes over your body.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the old man up. You really want your husband to see you getting fucked by his son?” He smirks as you cum on his cock. He can feel how wet you get as you squeeze his cock. In this moment Felix isn’t even a thought, all you can think about is König’s cock fucking you.

König grabs a pillow and puts it down beside you before quickly pulling out. He easily manhandles you and flips you over, using the pillow to help lift your ass up. He got behind you, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding his cock that is covered in your creamy thick white cum. Pushing his leaky cock into you slowly he lets out a low sigh. His hands wrap around your ass and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart as his thumb rubs over your tight asshole. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going, his muscles becoming tense as his balls begin to tingle and tighten. Your cunt keeping a tight grip on his cock.

Königs head dropped back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, König cums deep inside of your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

He pulled out with heavy breath before laying beside you on the bed. You both looked at each other smiling.

The next morning König goes down stairs to see you wearing black leggings and a simple t-shirt. You were standing in front of the stove making breakfast for everyone. His eyes meet yours and you both smirk at each other.

He sits next to his father at the table exuding a cocky aura. He just fucked his dad’s wife after all. König keeps his eyes on your breast as you walk back and forth, remembering how they looked bouncing as he pounded into you last night.

You don’t know it, but König is already planning a life with you, away from his father. He feels no guilt or remorse, if anything this is just karma for Felix. You abandon his mom; he steals your woman. Fair is fair.

Part2

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svajonesblog · 1 year

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Txt reaction to accidentally hurting a fan :

Tw:‼️: injury / bleeding

The scenario:

It was at fan meeting after getting your album signed and interacting with the boys you had unknowingly caught the interest of a your bias he wanted to get your attention after the meeting the boys had prepared gifts for moas just because, the gifts were in the ball-shaped it started off as a game each member takes a ball and throws it to the crowd when it was b/n however he threw the ball at you a little too hard and it smacked right into your face…

Soobin 🐰:

He was horrified

He didn’t know what to do with himself he just stood there until beomgyu nagged him to do something

He walked to you and took your hand leading you back stag

After he lead you to an empty room with a first aid kit (not letting go of your hand once)

“ could you please lift your head for me ?”

You lifted your head only for him to be more horrified you had a nose bleed

He started apologizing over and over and told you he’s true intentions while cleaning your injury it was kinda cute

You laugh a little and told him that it’s okey he didn’t mean it and it stopped hurting anyways

Before you went back to your seat he handed you another ball that had a candy a key chain and a note …that had he’s number on it

Yoenjun🦊 :

Immediately ran to you when you screamed

He called for medical help and helped you back stage

Turns out the ball hit you right in the right eye and it hurts like hell

He was holding your face between his hands telling you it’s okey

You got the medical attention you needed luckily you didn’t go blind or had a black eye it was just an under eye cut

You parted ways after exchanging numbers because he insisted that he would take you out for dinner as an apology

Beomgyu 🐻:

He got so scared he started crying before you

He just froze in place and moved after the staff helped you back stage

The ball hit you in the mouth and made you bite your tongue and it was bleeding badly

Seeing the blood made him even more terrified they had to make him leave the room

After cleaning up you noticed your clothes had blood drops on them

Didn’t take long for beomgyu to walk in and start apologizing again

Finally you were able to leave after he gave you his Jacket that he came in with to cover up your clothes and his phone number for an apology picnic

Taehyun 🐯:

Just from the sound of the hit he knew it’s going to hurt

He hurried to your aid and helped you to settle down on the couch backstage

The ball hit above your left eye and it cut your eyebrow

He took care of it and insisted that you stay with him until the fan meeting is over

“But aren’t you going to get in trouble for not being there “

“Trust me as long as you’re alright I don’t really care and the boys could handle it “

You talked a little and ended up exchanging numbers he told you that he would like to meet you again but this time no injuries

Hueningkai 🐧:

Call him delusional but he felt the hit with you

He just stood there for a minute with his hand over his mouth

Until he saw the tears fall down your eyes

Because seriously it hurts so bad

He threw his hand over your shoulder and took you back stage into his dressing room

The ball hit you right in the middle of of your forehead and it left a huge red mark that would eventually turn blue

He took care of it best as he can with the help of staff

You looked in the mirror and saw that you were left with a square bandage

“ I look so stupid “

“I’m truly sorry about that “

“Its fine “ then and idea popped into his head “wait “

He walked out and came back after a few minutes with the same bandage on the same spot

“Look now we look the same ! I will take mine off when you take of yours “

“ and how would you know that I took it off ?”

“ I can give you my number so we could stay in touch “

Real smooth Kai real smooth

Btw kai was seen wearing that bandage for the next 3 weeks and you started seeing each other

#txt #moadiary #tomorrow by together #txt x reader #txt reactions #kpop reactions

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thesmpisonfire · 7 months

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Hi I finished reading through all the lucky ball and chain au posts, so you have any hcs or anything related to that au? (Mainly pac centric ones)

Bestie i have a lot!

Under read more bc i dont want it getting too bit :P

It took a while for Pac actually feel as equal as Cell, in a way. During prison and for a small period after it, Pac just felt like a meal, like a pathetic little thing Cell liked to toy with. But at the same time he felt loved and cared and maybe that's what love was. A couple of months passed and Pac slowly grew comfortable to consciously relax around Cell and felt like actually a person again

Pac really took a while to also try anything science related for a while, since it reminded him of Mike and it hurt too much to deal with. Cell has to push Pac into making a simple poison for him so Pac could actually touch his old chemical abilities again and from there he didn't stop anymore

Cell is still the cook of the duo btw. Pac is good with being the mixologist and creating drinks for them while Cell cooks... Something (He warns when its human meat tho. Pac is not always up to it but he often steals a bite)

As Cell took Pac into helping him with more and more murders, Pac really got a taste for poisonings and staged crime scenes (I've told here before but i wanted to add it again <3). He's not a big of a fan that blood that isn't his or Cell's, but sometimes Cell quietly whispers him into doing so

He still has fucked up separation anxiety, constantly calling Cell when he's out just to be sure he's okay and nothing happened

The two got their own fucked up dynamic. Cell loves to take bites out of Pac so Pac has way more bite scars that he hides under his hoodie when outside but he shows off proudly when he's at home. And Pac loves to test whatever poison or drug he's trying to create on Cell. He slips into his drink while he has an antidote ready and let's Cell squirm a bit before saving him and getting a small little report on the effects

And that last point brings a very important thing: Trust. Pac regained all the trust he had lost and now he has even more from Cell. The prey and the monster trust each other with their lives and they both have such toxic codependency that separating them would actually be a catastrophe. Cell knows Pac will cure him, Pac knows Cell won't bite to kill. It's their way to say "I love you"

Pac learned how to do stick and poke tattoos! Felps taught him during one of his visits and now Pac had a smiley face on his wrist that looks like this C: with the mouth looking exactly like a C, and he convinced Cell to let him tattoo a pacman on his shoulder

Pac often sells drugs or creates a pop up tattoo studio when they need to stay in a city for too long and he wants to make some cash for himself. He's fairly good at it and Cell always looks like the trophy husband when this happens since he allows himself to lounge around and be pretty while Pac "works" (they don't even need the money)

Yes. Pac feels guilt. Always have and always will

#lucky ball and chain au #celltw

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squishosaur · 9 months

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do u have a list of all of ur hcs for twst characters? i love to read more about them!!!!

here is a list i compiled of the things i already have mentioned on this blog!! let me know if you wanna know more on a specific character, i'm kinda blanking ajdjfjfn

riddle

transfem/genderfluid (she/her mostly, he/him less frequently)

chubby

hearts. everywhere

first crush was on a fictional character, second crush was on trey (completely over both of them now)

mixed race

ace

filipino swag

polyam & bisexual

deuce

dyslexic

filipino also

bi & polyam

trey

endomorph, he's strong && muscular but appears soft & round

has, at some point in time, had a crush on/dated che'nya but he has not specified which

m-spec

cater

transmasc nonbinary (he/him)

he dyed the tips of his hair purple in his first year to match vil & get his attention, it didn't work, but he still dyes it pink/blue/purple sometimes.

he has self harm scars

leona

genderfluid (any pronouns)

has an american football player type of build

vision impaired, the one eye with the scar does not work well

ruggie

transmasc (top surgery paid for by leona)

scars on his nose, cheek, chin, and ears

skinny/usually looks half starved

sometimes i give him a doglike snout/nose instead of a human one

jack

snout type nose like ruggie

transfem (closeted)

azul

fat (sometimes will wear shapewear in public)

bigender (she/he)

octopus mannerisms

lucky ball & chain is her song btw

down bad for jamil in every iteration

can chew through rocks with beak

blushes blue/purple (i have other posts with this too ajdnns)

merform redesign

jade

chubbier than floyd

has neater hair

blushes blue/purple (green/teal in eel form)

merform redesign (in the same post as azul's) to look more morayish, but generally i keep him blue bc i like it more

capable of unhinging jaw

horrible fashion sense

floyd

very lean

unkempt hair

bpd

also blushes blue (again, blue-green when in eel form)

see merform redesign post again ajsns (same note as jade tho)

can unhinge his jaw all the way

kalim

chubby

lower empathy than one would think

he/they nonbinary

jamil

bpd

has lots of scars

agender (never mentioned anywhere but know it's real)

vil

npd

genderfluid, transfem (she/her mostly)

rook

genderfluid (any/all pronouns)

originally had brown hair and dyed it blonde for vil

NOT fake french. he lives in the twst equivalent of francophone africa to me

epel

ALSO french but also nordic

vitiligo

transmasc

idia

he/they/it

digigender btw

fat

ortho

pre-book 6: deep rooted fear of being tossed aside because he is replaceable technically

being that he can outlive a human, he subconsciously seeks out malleus & sebek because they will also outlive their peers

has freakish older bodies because idia used to be too caught up with hyper realistic facial reconstruction

malleus

transfem (she, sometimes he)

not particularly muscular

has a gargoyle plushie

grows her hair out evenly

lilia

cis man but comfortable being called girl or referred to as she/her

has chubby cheeks like a baby

aroallo (mentioned in a tag somewhere)

silver

genderfluid (princess and knight themes)

albino

demiromantic asexual (also mentioned somewhere)

sebek

pointy ears like fae

so hypermasculine that he's kinda fem now akdndm

che'nya

allegedly (meaning, according to him) has dated trey, riddle, And neige at some point.

lanky build

labeless, any pronouns

neige

masc aligned nonbinary (he/they, sometimes she)

had a crush on vil a few years back

ships

treyjade hcs

idikei started e-dating before they realized they were going to the same school

poly first years is real....

etc.

nrc students as mlp pony types

3rd year housewarden bodytypes

#askbox!#chatter #headcanons #reaphantom #twst

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insidereagan · 2 years

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~brett hand + reagan ridley stim headcanons!~

sfw! altho mentions of stimming, which could cause unwanted/involuntary stimming for some autistic ppl

my chronic pain is rlly bad today so idk I felt like writing this lmaoo

so I hc them both to be autistic but at completely different places on the spectrum. They both stim, but in different ways!

brett:

OH <33 THIS MAN LOVES TO STIM AND DOES IT ANYTIME HE CAN

he used to suck at hiding it, was bullied for it as a kid, and now suppresses them when he can :’(

but now he’s unlearning the harmful things he was taught and is slowly learning to unmask!

HE LOVES VESTIBULAR STIMS AAH

like put him in a room with a spinny chair, and yea, serious and focused brett hand™️ is gone.

HE 100% MAKES LIL NOISES AND GIGGLES WHILE HES SPINNING <33 LIKE “WHEEE!” HE JUST LIKES TO SPIN OKAY

although after about 5 minutes of nonstop spinning, it actually helps him work and even focus better! (the reason why he struggled sm in school was bc he wasn’t allowed to stim) when I’m struggling to come up with ideas (I’m writing the synopsis/bible for a cartoon rn!) spinning helps, and I feel like it would help brett too.

and the smile he makes when he’s finally able to unmask and be,, well,, just be brett is *chefs kiss* 👌🏼

HE ALSO LOVES TO DOODLE IT HELPS HIM FOCUS SM <33

LIKE.. just give brett a piece of paper and a pen, and 5 minutes later, BOOM, you can no longer see what was originally on it, it just has bretts lil doodles. even if it’s for work though, the gang is never pissed at him. they’re just happy he’s finally expressing himself and not surprising his stims

which is why he always he has a piece of paper while he works to doodle on!! so there’s no random drawings of dogs, and cartoon characters on important docs for the shadow board.

he loves fidget toys. I feel like he has a large ass box of them on his desk, and if someone even dares touch them without asking, he’s gonna be mad.

he won’t mind if your a close friend or you ask first tho!

He also 100% has echolalia!! (Repeating quotes)

Some of his favourites are “dall-e!” “To infinity and beyond!” And things like that!!

He also LOVES auditory stims. Music, asmr etc. And then with that, he does lil dances!! Not big ones, just lil sways and things like that.

It’s also canon he’s into smell stims. In the 80s episode with the scented markers!

there’s this shop in the Uk called smiggle which sells kawaii scented markers. They don’t sell them in america, but brett 100% got them on eBay or smth, and keeps them on his desk!

OH <33 AND WHEN HE SQIEEZED THE EARTH STRESS BALL THIS MAN CANONICALLY STIMS

AND HE JUDT LOVES TO BE TOUCHED AND CUDDLED AAH <33

In conclusion, this man loves to stim all the time.

reagan

unlike brett, she still suppresses her stims and is really shy about them. although rand obviously didn’t understand how they actually helped her focus so he never let them stim

she was so damn shy about them as a kid :( she only really was able to stim in her bedroom and even then she was so self conscious

orrin helped her embrace her stims but obviously she can’t remember that. But orrin is autistic too and they’d have lil stim sessions together in between sessions at school. orrin was diagnosed so he had more resources! but sadly his parents didn’t rlly care about him so him and reagan learned about autism together!

speaking of, that’s the reason why reagan is so reluctant about autism. she realised she matched up with all the traits, she told rand, but he shut her down saying that she’s “too smart to be autistic” (which isn’t true btw!!)

but back to stimming, I feel like reagan would really enjoy smelling essential oils. not ones that smell so strong they give yoy a headache, ones that have a nice smell that’s not too faint and not too strong. ones like maybe lavender, ylang ylang and the like.

she also likes fidget toys! but more small/discreet ones, like bicycle chains, slap bands etc

we know she hates hugs, but she melts when people ask her for a hug, and mostly accepts it when she’s asked.

she also has this.. one song she listens to on repeat? idk what it is, but anytime she gets over stimulated, she listens to it.

popping bubble wrap also helps when she’s stressed!! she likes textile stims a lot.

she struggles a lot with hygiene but when she does wash, she feels extremely claustrophobic in showers so she tends to take baths. but if the water is anything under burning, she gets extremly overstimulated.

when brett sees her stimming, she’s so scared, but brett reassures her it’s okay and that he stims too!!

that’s kind of what started her unmasking journey.

she’s still struggling a lot, and rarely stims but she’s doing so well! and brett and the others are so proud of her

I hope you guys enjoyed!! This was a shit ton of self inserting lol

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belle-keys · 2 years

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This is really random, but I hate hate hate how some people call James nothing but a horny bland white boy. I think they've twisted the narrative so much they forget he's been abused; by Grace or Tatiana, whatever you want to believe, but he's been abused. His emotions have been dampened, that's why he can only verbalise physical affection. But I seriously can't understand the people who say he's never shown his love for Cordelia. As if:

Learning her language

Carefully decorating their house with her culture in mind

Giving her a fucking necklace and eagerly fantasising about visiting Constantinople with her

Dancing with her at balls even though it looks weird now that they're married

Was the minimum in a marriage of convenience. Cordelia is just blind and (rightfully) insecure to notice that James would heed her every order because he loves her.

Also, did these people even read Chain of Iron? Because the moment the gracelet was off (aka, the moment he regained his ability to fully process his emotions), James did express he loved Cordelia. In fact, he said he began loving Cordelia at fourteen. And he loves her so much he refused to ruin her fun time with Matthew in Paris.

It's just infuriating. People gloss over James to create an oversimplified version of his character that is canonically incorrect, possibly because they like Grace so much that in the span of a year they've decided to forget she's done actual harm, therefore James is just being silly by not processing his emotions? Idk, the thing is their whole anti-James rhetoric is idiotic. They can say they find his character boring, but calling him 'jist a horny man' and not acknowledging he's been abused feels so wrong.

Btw, this is no hate to Grace. She's been abused as well, it's only that when you talk about James you have to talk about Cordelia yk?

I mean, I’m gonna be honest, I follow like four (4) TSC blogs and all of those don’t even exclusively post about TLH, so I’d say that on my blog and with whoever I’m chatting with, it’s acknowledged that James being “horny and reckless” isn’t his personality or the sum of his character– that’d be reducing him to a caricature. And pretty much none of my mutuals think he’s bland either– the whole “unhinged James” bit is just for humor.

James is romantic and sensitive and caring and chivalrous and truly loves Cordelia and he shows it. He loves Cordelia and is the ultimate husband material sans gracelet. So yeah, it is annoying if people disregard his actual feelings for her. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t spend the whole of chog or choi just staring at her chest and making out. James is pretty multi-faceted, and I don’t care for any anti-James sentiments, period.

#james herondale #jordelia #cordelia carstairs #tlh #tlh ask #ask #anon ask #chain of iron #chain of thorns #anti james herondale

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fictionkinfessions · 5 months

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ahahah i kinda had a day and anyway thats not important actually, but basically I ended up putting on my favorite pair of gold hoop earrings. Their not anything fancy, not even remotely close to anything I used to have (literally, in-canon me would scoff and barely call it jewellery bc their just plain golden, thin, golf ball sized hoops but their a best I can get :() but it brought back memories and a whole fucking shift JUST BECAUSE I WORE SOME EARRINGS. I was getting hooves, tail, tusks, ears, the whole shebang. Anyway I put as much gold on me as I can when that happened (fake gold, btw, its just paint which my brain isn't super happy abt but yk I'm not a millionaire) which ended up again being a laughable amount (some fake helix piercings, a thin golden chain necklace, and a gold chain on my pants and like 4 rings) but it still felt nice overall. My ears felt weird the whole night thow bc they felt like they were flicking around w noises and it felt like I /should/ be feeling all my piercings and real, authentic nether gold but I wasn't, and yk all the usual stuff that comes with having a full blown physical and mental shift that kept getting interrupted bc I had shit on. Kinda delving into memories now but I don't wanna too much bc I might get a double shift and that would suck so much ass - A very disgruntled (and lowkey lonely) C!Technoblade kin 👑🐗🔔

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #technobladekin #dreamsmpkin #caps cw #mod party cat

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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luna baby- so i went to a football game, and my crush, I'll just code name him- uh.. Red i guess. Anyway, red is a ball boy and water boy for the football team and stuff. So I got to the school with my mom and sister around 4:50, the game started at 7:00. But around 5-6 ish I went to get some food because i was hungry and red was standing at the fence beside the track by the football field and his friends straight up, started shoving him into the fence. (Which is a chain fence btw) so they kept shoving him into the fence saying stuff like "Ooo~ red your girlfriends here!" "Go kiss her," "look at her, fatass." Etc. Bro- I've never wanted to punch some random boys in the face so much in my life! Those are not what friends should do, those kids he calls ''friends'' are toxic and i feel bad for him- like he can't even wave or smile at me without his friends being dicks.

Anyway, Ty for reading my rant. Im planning on talking to red on the 12th of this month because its the last football game for his grade.✨

I agree, these guys definitely don’t sound like his friends. That’s just mean :(

But then again, friendship between men is generally a weird thing. I’ve seen it first hand in the way my bf and his friends treat each other. There’s literally nothing else between jumping each others bones and treating the homies like lovers or actually bullying each other to the point I would’ve cried already … they just can’t be normal. Men are strange creatures, so idk maybe that’s just how red and his friends are? 😭

I wish you good luck talking to red, I keep my fingers crossed for you 🤞🏻🩵

#𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

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peachyninjago · 2 years

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*kicks door* GIVE ME, CANDY... CANDY LOREEEE

HEEHEE OKAY OKAYYY :DD

idk her last name yet (give me recommendations pls <3) but candy is an entrepreneur by day, and the vigilante elemental master of vitality by night!! she, unlike the ninja, isnt above beating people to a pulp (shes never killed, tho). and she actually kinda cares about keeping her identity a secret afsffafa

during the day, they own a flower shop!!! thats why i drew her w flowers in my first post of her :DD their shop is in a very small part of Ninjago city, a section that isn't TOO industrialized. not exactly in the slums per-se, but very close to them.

as for her element, she got it from her mother!! (who has sadly passed away <3) idk the full lore of where vitality comes from, but its definitely a mutation of energy (tho her and Lloyd are NOT related. not at all :,D). even tho she fights on her own, they'd actually be a really good healer/support member on a team!! her ep's are like, uh... like a booster when used aggressively, and a healing thingy when used passively!! if that makes any sense

and, bc her element is mostly passive, shes a self taught fighter!! theyre AMAZING at hand to hand combat (theyve been boxing since they were legit two). I wouldn't call her a 'ninja' per-se, bc she has no official titles/teachers, she just wears a gi bc hey!!! she has one, and the Public know that the ninja are a symbol of safety!!!! and thats what she wants to be!!!!!

this is already long and i still need to do the fun facts, so just know that I plan to do a ficlet about her meeting Lloyd!! (who she is HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH btw). tldr; he has NO IDEA shes the neopolitan ninja, and just vibes at their flower shop during his free time. idk i just think Lloyd deserves a love interest that doesn't want to kill him im sorry 😔😔 (/lhlh ofc

uhh random pieces of information that i couldn't fit in any of the paragraphs bc this is already long enough uafuacuac

• shes pansexual, polyamorus, and a demigirl!! (she/they) idk she just thinks everyones sooo pretty

• her father is horrible, but she has an amazing older sister named mizuu!!!! mizuu was the one who first taught her how to box (mizuu also has a huge crush on nya lol)

• shes been dyeing her hair since she was like. 7 (shes 17 rn). shes naturally a brunette, but keeps her hair a pinkish strawberry blonde!!

• they have two tattoos!! one giant one of a dragon on their back, and a small heart on the inside of their right wrist!! might make another post describing the meanings behind both of them lol

• bc of their gi colors, the internet has affectionately named her the neopolitan ninja <3 candy absolutely ADORES the name

• whenever shes in a more deadly situation, she whips out her brass knuckles. and, only if they ABSOLUTELY MUST, they carry around a ball and chain thats disguised as a belt. that mf is SHARP

• already said this but i can not emphasize enough how INCREDIBLY DOWN BAD she is for Lloyd. girle boutta risk it all for someone whos aroace spec ufaufaufauafas

okay thats all i got for now <3 hope you like them they're my meow meow (affectionate) <3<3<3. if anyone reading this wants to know anything else abt her, please ask!!!! I love her vv much!!! also take a doodle of her and lloyds dynamic <3:

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #candy (last name pending)#ninjago oc #my art #i need a ship name for these two. thinking something to do with sweets?? like a pun on sugar or Actual candy?? idk usgs7g #my writing #EDIT: I HAVE A SHIP NAME. I DON THEM #jellybeanshipping #TY ALO FOR THE IDEA <3<3 #neopolitian ninja au

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kitkat-the-muffin · 1 year

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Gotta love the little narrative detail that Jay was delayed in writing his letter because the quill ran out of ink, and that’s why the pirates caught up to him

I think his escape attempt was genuine, but he also had no confidence he would actually succeed in it. He had to try anyway, though, which is why he didn’t immediately drop the message over the side

Nadakhan called him weak earlier but here he is doing epic ninja jumps while holding a bottle in one hand and a freakin ball-n-chain in the other. Lloyd was right, he is strong

Gotta compliment the sound effects team on this episode too, btw, everything sounds so cool right now

#skybound liveblog #ninjago

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peachiipark · 2 years

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Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing you but is it okay if you write about gon, killua, kurapika, and leorio on how they react when random people say misogynistic comments about their younger sister. You don't have to if you don't want to.

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OOOOH THIS IS THE ONE!! thank you so much for a main four request! i'm super duper excited to get started :) don't be sorry! my requests are open for a reason 💗 i really wanna give them names too so 👩🏾‍🦲

SLIGHT T/W FOR VIOLENCE!! READ WITH CAUTION.

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KURAPIKA KURTA .

I LOVE U BAYYYYYBAYYY AND IF ITS QUITE ALRIGHT I NEED U BAYYYYBAYYY-

ahem.

kurapika seems like the type to be a VERY overprotective brother, almost like a somewhat chill helicopter father if you know what i mean-

let's name his sister.. okay i wanna go with something that seems familiar to his culture. we see kurapika, pairo, mizelle, and chikuta.

ELENORA

I THINK ITS THE ONE

seeing as his family is gone and he only has his sister by his side now, you could expect this kind of behavior from him.

if we aren't doing any modern aus, i think it'll go a bit something like this!

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"hold your form— steady, steady. very well, ela. monitor your breathing well, it can interfere with your aura if not done correctly. alright, can you feel the weight of the chains materializing?"

"just look at that."

kurapika's ear twitched at the quiet whispers.

"honestly, i don't know why he's trying to teach her anything. this typa work ain't meant for.. yeah."

"hey, maybe she can work with that machi girl. she's better off using nen for sewing up her brother's clothing when he saves her from an inevitable ass whooping." the man nudged his partner, chuckling over their comments as the two of them walked off.

kurapika slowly removed his hands from his sister's forearms, hoping that he wouldn't alarm her. concealing his presence, kurapika lingered behind the two men, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"hey!— fucks the matter with you!?"

"see your size? the both of us could take you on right here and right now!"

the low sound of clinking chains fluttered into the two fighters' ears as kurapika backed them into a corner. wrapping them with his 'chain jail', he walked up to the one who initiated the conversation and squeezed his windpipe.

"one more word from your dirty mouth and i'll rip that tongue out. if you ever see you around this place talking down on my sister ever again," his slender fingers trace across the man's chest as a pushes pressure on the area about his heart, his sharp nail drawing a bit of blood. "this will be mine."

"understood?" the chains tightened.

the men mumbled apologies and pleaded to be released from the chains. as he nearly pulled them tighter, kurapika was snapped out of his trance.

"kurapika? should i open my eyes now?"

needless to say, those two were very lucky that he was busy that day.

"just a moment, elenora."

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GON FREECSS.

i just want to give him a hug.

we've all seen that gon is the type of person to defend the people that he loves AND go to far lengths for them. he doesn't seem like to immediately become violent, but he wouldn't back down!

i actually wish gon had a sibling like can u guys imagine how cute it would be if gon came back to a little sister like ☹️☹️☹️☹️

if we have gon and ging then let's call her gia!

anyways.. lemme start writing before i cry over gon again (hes my son btw)

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"woah, that's crazy! you're a natural, G!" gon praised his sister as she showed him her powerful kick. the two of them had been catching up by playing soccer after a long trip. she had managed to rip the net by kicking it so hard. no doubt that leg strength ran in the family! "i'll get us something to drink. i won't be too long! take a break while i'm gone."

"okay!" she placed the ball down, took a seat, and crossed her legs. suddenly, she felt a force on her side and jumped a bit out of shock. "what the-"

"hey, freecss, we're gonna use the field ourselves. move over." a group of boys from gia's school walked up to her, their ball rolling over and hitting her.

"oh! my brother and i are actually-"

"i don't know if your here to watch gon or something but still. move. over."

"first of all, i'm not here to watch gon play. he's here watching me play, so, it's obvious that you've got it all wrong." gia stood up, crossing her arms.

the kid pushed her out of the way and snatched the ball away from her. "as if. go back up to the hill with your aunt mito. she needs some help with the laundry anyway."

the boy continued to poke fun at gia as he and his friends laughed. she saw them everywhere she went. whale island was already isolated by it being an island, it didn't help that it's population was low and everyone knew each other. basically, gia was stuck with them.

"hey!"

"now who c-"

"gia said she's not leaving, so knock it off." gon stood next to his sister, backing her up.

the boys froze and rolled their eyes. who would willingly mess with the only nen user on the island? it seems like a death wish. "let's get out of here."

"i'm proud of you for taking charge of the situation, gia. i shouldn't have left you alone. i'm so sorry."

"it's okay.. i don't care about them. now, let's play some soccer!" the two of them went back to their game. after that, they planned on spending much longer playing just to get under the boys' skin.

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KILLUA ZOLDYCK.

killua is ALSO my son 💗

don't ask how this works.. 💗

i think he's the type to just end it in seconds

.. 🔪🔪🔪

KILLUA IS SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER THOO LIKE THE WAY HE CARES FOR ALLUKA IS SAUR 💔💔

BUT ANYWAY ANYWAY

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"big brother!" alluka called out worriedly, watching as killua engaged in a battle with a random man at heaven's arena. alluka had wanted to learn how to use nen for a long time. seeing as it would give her a means to protect herself against illumi, killua gladly helped her out by training for the past few months.

she was about to get into combat when her partners continued dropping the battles for some unknown reason. when she stepped into the net for the fourth time, her partner yelled out to her.

"sorry, girly. fighting against you is like having a win handed to me. wanna know why your other partners quit? they want a real challenge!"

hearing all of those words being said to his sister snapped something inside of killua. he ran down from the crowd and prepared to attack the competitor. due to the level of entertainment, the announcers chose not to end the battle.

"alluka, attack him! do it now!"

she hesitantly nodded, running up to the man and delivering a strong blow while he was down. flying a few feet, her partner was knocked out cold as the entire crowd watching in disbelief. soon, their silence turned into celebration for the young woman.

killua walked up to his sister and held her hand, smiling at the sight of her improving so much and gaining the appreciation that she deserved.

"and that's how you teach someone a lesson."

"i feel bad.. he was already down.."

"well, he was an idiot anyway."

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LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT.

me personally if i was leorios sister i would be crying buckets of tears for DAYS /POS THATS MY MAAAAAN

i feel like leorio could scare someone off with JUST his presence like- he would stand in front of his sister in be like "what's going on here?" until they run away

now if someone actually got the privilege to be his sister.. we could name her letícia or lucia!

i have two family members with those names actually 💀

leorio and letícia sound more slayful to me SO LETS WRITEEE

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"you didn't have to come help, y'know." the dark haired woman mumbled, sliding out from underside a car and tearing off her gloves. "but, i appreciate it anyway. things have been kinda tough lately."

"would i ever let you deal with anything alone? give me a sec, i'll get you a new pair." leorio smiled, heading to the back of his sister's shop to grab a box of gloves.

the reality of lettie's job was that it was something that only a few people take seriously. many people did not accept to go to a repair shop that was ran by a young woman. of course, leorio was always there to help her with expenses, but being a college student, she wanted to gain a sense of responsibility by relying on her own cash.

after returning to his home country for a vacation, leorio had been helping lettie with all of her jobs and cleaning up nicely. despite wanting to be completely independent, she couldn't deny that he was a huge help.

"oyé!" a gruff voice called out from the entrance to the store. letícia quickly brushed her hands off and hurried to the customer.

"ah, i assume this is your car?" lettie pointed behind her to the large SUV as she flashed a smile. "i wasn't in when it got dropped off but i was able to get it fixed u-"

"just tell the other worker that i said thank you. i have places to be." he rolled his eyes, moving past letícia and entering his car.

"p-perdón? sir, i'm sorry, but i'm the one that fixed your car. you're mistaken with my brother, leorio."

"as if you couldn't do anything to save your life. tell me, do you even know what a spark plug is? placing oil stains on your face doesn't symbolize hard work." he continued to spit negative words towards lettie, rolling down the window. "what's my bill?"

"here."

appearing suddenly from behind the car, leorio handed the man a bill for 1.6 million Jenny, (roughly 10,000 USD). the man had a look of bewilderment on his face before scowling and signing the check.

as he reached for the notepad, leorio gripped the man's arm and squeezed tighter as he tried to pull away. "just a reminder, even i don't know what a spark plug is. i don't wanna see your face around here again. lettie would rather have no customers than assholes like you."

watching as the man drove off, lettie smiled and leaned onto her brother's shoulder. "by the way, me preferring to have no customers is the largest stretch that you've made in a long time."

leorio chuckled and handed her the notepad. "hey, but i've landed you quite the big sale." he continued to nudge her until she broke into laughter.

let's just hope that no one will believe a bad review from an asswipe in an SUV.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #kurapika #kurapika kurta #kurapika hxh #leorio hxh #leorio paladiknight #leorio #gon hxh #gon #gon freecs #gon freecss #killua hxh #killua #killua zoldyck

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natsunoomoi · 4 months

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Do you find hiei cute or handsome, I know you may not like him based on looks but what kind of category will you put him in ? Some people might find him scary, normal or ugly looking compared to yukina but I think he's really cute and adorable might be because I love him lol, btw can I know reason why you like hiei ? If you don't mind.

Originally when I was watching the show when I was 10, I liked Hiei not necessarily because of his appearance. Like I came to like his appearance later and when I was 10 I thought he was the perfect guy for me and used to wish that I wouldn't grow taller so that I could be shorter than him and be his perfect girl. XD I was 10, so I look back at my child logic and just laugh cuz WTF.

But also honestly, the point in the series where I decided I liked Hiei was during the Ankoku Bujutsukai when Ruka came out to separate him and Genkai from the team because they were the strongest and she was already in her sexy nurse outfit and making the audience go wild, but then it got worse when she took the outfit off and she was just covered by vines. And while other characters and the audience made commentary on her revealing outfit, Hiei did not give a shit. It was the first time I saw a male character in any media I'd ever seen that did not trip over themselves over a woman or their body, and the Western media I had around me at that time all told me that men are basically thirsty dogs that chase women and don't really care about things like loyalty or genuinely wanting to be in a relationship or married. Husbands always complained about their wives and called them a ball and chain and would get tired of their wife and cheat on them for someone younger. It was the first time I'd seen any male character not care at all about what other media told me that guys care about, so I genuinely thought that Hiei is the kind of person that can be loyal and wouldn't cheat. Like he was cool in other ways, but I'm having an internal chicken or egg situation in my mind where I'm not sure if thinking Hiei was cool came before or after this revelation and me liking him, but I know for sure in my young mind I had a massive insecurity about that and fear of future relationships and that kind of representation in YYH assuaged some of my fears and gave me hope that I too could actually find someone that could be loyal and wouldn't care if another woman threw themselves at them. There's a lot of things cool about him for sure and he's drawn pretty handsome, but I think that scene was the most influential for me.

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Ok so-

Reader moves in next door, asks Edd to fix her crappy coffee machine (he ofc does bc he’s a gentleman😌), Ed gets a kiss on the cheek as thanks, and bing bang boom he’s in love.

And this keeps happening till readers like “ bro I don’t even drink coffee I just think ur cute 😩”

Got a lil busy, finally had some time to answer some requests!!! Not proud of this all that much though. But hey!! it's pretty long!!

A little fun fact, I kept thinking about Payday 2 while watching The Batman, seeing this made me listen to Flames of Love in repeat <3 it’s just so cute!! Also, pre-riddler btw

The Riddler/Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None, over-protective Eddie? Insecure Eddie, little ball of fur :((

Moving in was both the most tedious and exciting part of having a new life. So many things to organize, so many things to put in place. You couldn’t afford to have people move things for you, so you had to go up and down from your apartment to the van you borrowed (mostly by elevator, sometimes by the stairs, depending on how patient you are).

It didn’t take too long for you to meet one of your neighbours. You could tell would the shy type. Tall, lanky, got that whole nerdy aesthetic on him, probably would be the type to talk to you about something fantasy-esque, in other words, cute and smart.

Just meant you had to have your hands on him.

It started with you carrying a box with your parent’s old coffee machine, the one they always had problems with and immediately gave you after receiving a new one. He was already in the elevator before you shouted for him to hold it open. You could see him jump in surprise before pressing the button that held the doors just before they closed. You sighed in relief and went beside him.

You could hear him shuffle around in the tiny space, you practically feel him wanting to get closer and get out. Your eyes flicker towards his and you could see him immediately look down as if he wasn’t staring at you in the first place. ‘You’d be the type I’d ruin,’ something devilish in you grinned.

But no, you were nice. The elevator dings and you see it is your floor. You gave him a smile and a wink, telling him thanks before heading towards your door. You hear him walking from behind you as you stop. You turn to look at him and see him staring at the door in front of yours, not even trying to get his keys. You could just feel him waiting for your next move.

You smirk, bending down to audibly put the box on the floor, making sure to arch your back subtly. You look at him over your shoulder and see him openly staring, he gulped, his eyes staring at your ass before you stood up. You pretended as if you didn’t know he was staring and fished for the keys in your pocket and unlocked your door.

Hearing the jingle of his keys, you bent down sharply to get your box. What almost made you giggle was his sharp intake. ‘Still watching me, are you?’

‘You’ll be so much fun.’

It took two days before you made you saw him again, the old coffee maker didn’t work, as expected. You didn’t have the money to pay for someone to fix this, and you honestly didn’t know if you wanted to since it seemed like a waste of money.

Well, that got you thinking.

You bounded over to the door in front of yours, knocking three times sharply. Even after a while, no one answered. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started thinking that you were making a mistake, or if you were bothering him. ‘I’m pretty sure he’s awake and active at this time.’

You knocked three times again, this time, calling out a sweet “hello?”.

Rapid footsteps came from the other side of the door before it opened in a hurry. The door stops abruptly as a chain attached to it gets yanked, he forgot to unlock it.

“Shit, s-sorry.” He mumbled, before closing the door again and hearing the sound of him unlocking his door before opening them just enough for you to see him.

Your neighbour looked disheveled and sweaty. You raised your eyebrows and cleared your throat, watching as his eyes stare at your hands as you clasp them in front of you.

“Hi! I remembered you were the one who helped me out before and was hoping if you knew anything about fixing malfunctioning coffee makers?” You made sure to bat your eyelashes at him sweetly.

“I-I guess I could, you could bring it over if you’d lik—”

“I was hoping that you’d come over?” His eyes went to yours for a brief moment before he looked down at the floor, nodding bashfully with a face painted tomato-red, he looked just like a sweet, shy little puppy.

You grinned at him before brushing your hand against his arm. You can feel him tense and have goosebumps where you touched him, making you giggle. To him, it was melodic and hypnotizing. You’ll be the death of him for sure.

“What are you waiting for? Come on!”

You turned around and walked into your apartment, the door opened wide for him to enter. You heard his soft, timid steps following you like a, well, like a lost puppy. You come to stop in front of the old coffee maker, stepping aside to show it to him.

“Well, here it is, I hope it wouldn’t be much trouble, but if it is, I could either pay you or I could just throw it awa—”

“There’s a problem with the cord.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, ‘that was quick.’

“You think you could tell me what I need to fix i—?”

“I have a spare cord that I could use, it wouldn’t take long for me to connect it…” He barely looked at you as he turned the coffee machine around in his hands as if it was so fascinating to him, you eyed him adoringly, so fucking cute.

You were barely listening as he was telling you facts about the model, the year it was made, the manufacturer, but you liked his voice and how eager he was to share this information with you.

“You’re such a nerd, you know that?” You mused, you didn’t intend for him to hear it, but his spine straightens and his face turns to you. A bright blush on his cute, round face again.

“I-I-I’m not, I just happen to know these.” His eyes gazed at the floor, one of his hands clenched around the machine, “I wouldn’t say I’m a nerd…”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” you stepped closer to him, covering his clenched hand with yours, “I think it’s… cute.”

He inhaled shakily, nodding.

“I’ll work on it, y-you can do something else in the meantime.”

You gave him a bright smile, making him gulp. You realized something that made you roll your eyes and facepalm.

“Fuck, I forgot to ask for your name, I probably should’ve asked that first before asking for your help,” you groaned.

He stared at you as if in a trance, head tilted curiously. His lips move slowly. Softly, he said, “Edward.”

You repeat his name back to him, tasting it. Smiling, you introduced yourself.

His hand gripped the machine as he nods at the sound of your voice like everything you said was a song.

“Thanks, Ed.” You leaned in close and gave him a peck on the cheek.

His whole body stiffened, and for a second, his grip lax and almost made the machine that he still held fall and possibly fully break. Edward straightened his back and coughed into a fist, putting the machine on the counter. His whole face was blushing red down to his neck.

“I-It’s no problem…”

You smiled. So cute.

A day later, you were incredibly bored. You haven’t got a job yet since you just moved in, waiting for responses to your applications. You get up from the couch you were lounging on and went to the kitchen, wondering what you could do to sate your boredom.

Your gaze trailed towards your door, smirking as you had a bright idea.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

“Eddie, I think my coffee machine’s broken agaaaain.” You called out to him from his door.

You heard the shuffle of his feet inside; the door opened and he peeked out at you.

He mumbled your name with a stammer, “What’s wrong with it this time?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned against his doorframe, looking up at him with big eyes.

“I wouldn’t know, that’s why ‘m asking you to fix it.” You pouted at him, “I’ll make you some coffee or cook you dinner if you do.”

He opened his door fully, stepping out and looking down at you with that nervous, albeit, eager look of his. “You don’t need to…”

You sighed, “I dunno, I’m quite lonely. It’s more for me than it is for you, really. It’s no biggie.”

“I’ll see what I can do then.”

He came inside your apartment, more confident than he did the first time. You watch as he tinkered with the machine, muttering things under his breath as he worked, sometimes giggling to himself. Some of what he said seemed like questions, so you focused on his words.

“What kind of room has no doors nor windows?”

You grinned, you heard of that one before.

“A mushroom?”

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, a tiny blush decorating his cheeks. He nodded.

“Yeah, that’s correct, I didn’t think you would hear me”

“Hit me with another one, will you?”

He smiled, and not in a shy way. His smile was bright, happy, cheeky. You decided you loved that look on him.

For the next few hours, the two of you exchanged riddles. Sometimes you would hand him over some tools or materials to help. The both of you didn’t notice the time as the clock ticks from afternoon to evening until his phone buzzes in his pocket.

“Oh wow, it’s late.” He said after checking his phone.

“I guess it is, huh…” You trailed off; you already feel the loneliness creeping into your heart.

“I can-I can come back, if you’d like me to?” He looks at your eyes, they were brighter than they were before.

“I’d love that, Eddie.”

If only you could feel his heart, for it screamed for you.

The next day, he came back as promised.

“When is a door no longer a door?” You told him, standing behind him as you watched him look through your coffee machine again.

“When it’s ajar.” He turns to you with a smirk, “Beginning of the end, end of before. What am I?”

“Sounds like it came from a dark fantasy show,” you chuckled. “Rebirth?”

He clicked his tongue.

“Good answer, but no, it’s the letter—” He stopped, putting his face nearer the machine. “Huh, that’s weird.”

“What’s weird?” You asked, coming closer. You saw him looking at the back of the device, its wire entirely gone.

"Your wires are cut", Ed scratched the back of his head, looking at the coffee machine with a suspicious stare.

You shrug lazily. "Must be the rats then," you come closer to him, angling your face to look at what he saw. "Would you be able to fix it?"

“Well, yeah.” His eyes narrowed; his stare never left the wires. “I don’t want to concern you, but it seems like too clean of a cut, this didn’t come from rats.”

You fought the urge to smirk.

“Yeah?” You perked up, “what do you think that means?”

He stayed silent, making you frown. You went to his side and see him glaring at the thing, his jaw clenched and his eyes a brewing storm.

“Eddie?” You whispered to him, “are you okay?”

“You’re not safe.” He hissed; his eyes snapped to yours, you could see something dangerous in him. You gulped, unsure what to say. “This was working yesterday, I made sure of it! Someone did this to you!” He shouted; voice practically hysterical.

Fuck, this backfired.

You chuckled nervously, making him narrow his eyes at you.

“Eddie, honey, baby…” You cooed, cupping his face in your hands. “Darling, I think you got this all wrong.”

His eyes softened and he sighed in relief.

“What happened?”

“I, uh—” You rubbed the back of your neck, thinking that you were perhaps stupid all along. “I did that, so you’d come over…”

He was silent for a while, and you looked at him in concern. His arms at his sides and hands clenched. His breath shuddered as he spoke to you in a cold voice.

“Am I a joke to you?”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise; you didn’t mean anything by it!

“No! Eddie, of course not! I just wanted your company!” You grabbed both of his hands, weaving your fingers between them. He only stared at your hands, not responding to your touch.

“To play with me?” His voice was less angry, now more insecure, maybe even afraid.

“Sweetie…” You rubbed his wrists with your thumbs. “I like you, darl. That’s what I meant by it.”

He sighed, turning his head to look at your eyes. In your eyes, he searched for lies, for mockery. He found none.

“Hey, let’s get on the couch, okay?”

The two of you sat on the couch, you made sure to not let go of his hand as you do. Eventually, his breaths became slower, you shuffled closer to him, pressing yourself against his side and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“You like me?”

That earned him a laugh, it didn’t mock him. It made his heart flutter just hearing it.

“Yeah, I’m sure about that, you’re just so cute, you know?”

The hand that wasn’t holding on to his cupped his cheek, turning his head towards yours, you kissed the corner of his lips. You instantly felt his cheeks warming and his breath hitch. He leaned towards you as you pulled away, chasing your lips. You giggled at his love-struck expression. You gave in and leaned in, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

He groaned, deepening the kiss. His hand broke away from yours to wrap around your hips, pulling you closer to him. You could almost feel the heat of his body through his clothes.

“You need—” he mumbled against your lips, before pulling away. “A new coffee machine.”

You grinned at him, stroking his cheek as you kissed his jaw and nuzzled against his nose.

“I actually don’t like coffee.”

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ANGEL BABY

Word count: 8,9K

Warnings: catholicism, NSFW, angst, fluff. MDNI

Characters: Demon!Mikey x Angel!Reader AU

Summary: God's daughter falls in love with Manjiro Sano, the Supreme Demon.

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Note: This has gotten longer than expected. Who knows if there will be a part 2 to this. Hope you guys like it! Also, this has references to catholicism and could offend some of you, please, take into account this is Lore and that I don't pretend to stain your God's name, it's just a fictional story. Btw, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Humanity has always thought Hell was this sinister and unbearable hot place where those who sinned were punished to stay for eternity. But what if we have been deceived?

Manjiro Sano, known as 'Mikey' in the mortal world, was the supreme Demon in Hell. Sitting on his throne, observing how the inhabitants of his house had a pleasant sojourn in the Underworld. There was no sun, but there was no need for it as the volcans had created a lava ball that illuminated the hidden paradise, unknown plants for the mortal world grew in there, paradisiac food and fruits could be found anywhere, everyone was having a happy life.

That had been Mikey's plan all along, creating a space where those who had not been accepted by God could live, where they would feel at ease and relaxed. There were no punishments, there were no chains, there was no suffering: there was only peace. He was proud of his creation; tormented soul had found a place to stay for eternity where they could rest calmly.

Nothing was wrong in Hell, nothing was wrong with Manjiro, the only thing that had been twisted was history, portraying a kind man as an awful being capable of unforgivable sins. Not that Manjiro cared, but it was unfair for him to be known as a villain when he was the one trying to save humanity a long, long time ago.

He stood out of his throne, walking down the Hell Lilies path, strolling while the souls near him bowed to him, intimidated by his handsome presence and grateful for the chance they had been granted. He loved this life, full of hope and happiness, but something was missing and he didn't know what it was.

For centuries he had tried reaching for that piece of him that wasn't where it was supposed to be; the problem was that he didn't know what he was searching for. He felt stupid, he had everything he wished for, his own hand had made what he had dreamed about when he still was up in Heaven, and yet, he could not be entirely happy.

"Sir," one of the upper demons called him, running behind him with desperation written on his face, "sir," he repeated, "you need to see this."

Confused, Mikey followed his subordinate to the Main Hall. It had started raining, drenching them both until they reached the cosy room. Mikey could feel his clothes and cloak glued to his skin, causing a shiver to go down his spine; he was used to hotness, not the cold that the rain always brought.

Looking up, he found all his loyal friends and subordinates in a circle waiting for him. Their faces showed that something was definitely wrong, worrying the Supreme Demon. What could have happened that could rail them so much?

And then, he saw you. There laid on the floor, freezing, white wings soaked to the core, knees brought to your chest, terror visible on your eyes. 'An angel', he thought, surprised to see one in his domains. It was strange for the Heaven creatures to descent to Hell, less in that state.

His cold eyes examined you, but compassion took over him when your eyes met, seeing the panic you were holding inside. You were terrified of Hell, terrified of demons, terrified of him. He sighed, you probably were a new Angel, just a few centuries old, they had brainwashed you to think of him as a monster.

He approached you slowly, as if you were a deer and he was a human in a forest, not wanting to scare you. He kneeled next to you, his head turning to the side slightly, looking at you with curious eyes. You trembled, closing your eyes and waiting for the worst to happen; would he kill you? Torture you? Rape you?

But when his rough hand caressed your cheek with so much care, you found yourself dumbfounded. Was he treating you kindly? You opened your eyes and looked at him, his gaze gentle and his touch smooth; what was happening?

"What's your name, Angel?" he asked in a melodic voice, unexpected as it was.

You were still processing his words and the tone in which he spoke, it was so soft that an unknown warmth consumed you and filled your chest. No one had ever spoken so well to you, even if it was just a simple question as it was. Mikey waited patiently for your reply, understanding that you were uncapable of talking because of fear.

"Y-Y/n" Mikey's chest awoke, or that was the way he would describe what he was feeling. Not only your name was beautiful, but your voice conveyed pureness.

"Y/n," he repeated, smiling briefly and nodding, "what a beautiful name you have."

He noticed how your body wasn't as tense as it was a couple of minutes before, your breathing returning to a normal pace. In that moment, he really saw you. Eyes wide, plump lips parted, skin glowing, soft hair cascading down your shoulders, mixing with the feathers of your big, white wings. You were wearing a white, tunic like dress that had lace in your chest and arms, it tightened on your waist, hips prominent. You were gorgeous and he felt breathless; how could such an ethereal creature exist?

"And... you must be Manjiro Sano, am I r-right?" you murmured, shyness on your voice.

"No need for formalities, call me Mikey," he answered as gently and friendly as he could, he felt the need to make you comfortable, as he had done with millions of souls before.

"Mikey," you tried his name on your lips, the same he had done with yours, "okay."

He offered you his hand and, after considering it for a while, you accepted it. He helped you stand up and then you realized that the rest of the demons were still there. You flinched; you had been so mesmerized by Mikey's presence that you forgot how many evil creatures surrounded you.

Mikey noticed it and made a gesture for the demons to leave the both of you alone, he didn't drop your hand and guided you to one of the red couches of the room. He sat and waited for you to do the same. However, you were still too freaked out to do so, deciding to keep a distance from him. Mikey sighed again, understanding your behaviour.

"I promise I won't do anything to you, you're safe here." his words sounded truthful, and you sat on the same couch, but leaving a big space between the two of you. "Tell me, Y/n, what are you doing here?"

That was a hard question to answer, the truth was, you were running away from your father. God, yes, that was your father. You had wanted to go down to Earth in order to watch a concert, the desire to experience such a chaotic and fun moment deep-rooted on your impressionable mind. Nonetheless, your father hadn't taken it well, stating that mortal desires were sinful and that angels, specially you, were too pure to live up to them.

That was why you ran away from your home at Heaven, going down to Earth while God was busy trying to solve some mortal problems with a new virus and volcans. However, something went wrong, you entered a tunnel you weren't supposed to cross, and you accidentally ended in Hell.

You told Mikey the truth, used to behave like the perfect being you were, no need to lie. Except, you omitted some important information: for him, you were just a regular angel and no one of God's daughters. He was calm enough that he almost didn't look a threat at all, there was no need to provoke him by mentioning that... little detail.

"I see," he nodded, and after a few seconds, he started laughing. You looked at him dumbfounded, was he laughing at you? "you're adorable. Leaving to see a concert, this is the funniest thing I've heard in the last millennium."

You furrowed your eyebrows, quite offended, it was a noble cause, why laugh at that? His eyes locked on yours and seeing your kind of angry face, he laughed even more. You were definitely infuriated now. Yes, you were an angel, but could he take you seriously?

"I don't know what's that funny," you huffed, and he stopped laughing to just grin.

"You looked like a puppy trying to be intimidating." he chuckled, trying to recover his breath, "Well, I guess you would like to get out of here."

"... Yes." you admitted, hopeful at the sight of a possible scape, was he really going to let you out? Not that Mikey was the most awful monster in the universe?

"Okay, follow me. There's a portal that gets you directly to Heaven. Unless," he paused and looked at you, amusement present in his dark eyes, "you want to go to that concert yet, that is."

You evaluated the situation; you could get home without rising any suspicion or you could go to your initial destination. Father or concert? Difficult decision, or not at all.

"I would like to go to the concert." you muttered, shyness coming again.

"What a naughty angel we have here," he licked his lips, alerting you, but he just smiled kindly, "I was just joking. C'mon, this portal will get you to Earth."

"Thank you," you slightly smiled, and Mikey swore that it was the most brilliant and intense thing he had ever seen.

"You're welcome," he answered, smiling smugly while opening the portal for you.

You entered it. It was a round door, you could see the mortal streets of a random city across of it. Yet, you turned to Mikey again, he lifted a brow.

"Aren't you gonna cross it?"

"Yes, but..." you fidgeted, maybe you were pushing your luck too much.

"But?"

"Why are you letting me go?"

Mikey's heart clenched, even though he was being kind, he should have guessed that it wouldn't be enough to change the image God had created of him on you. For you, Mikey was the culprit of all evil, the monster that took the souls of the sinful, the Supreme Demon in a negative sense. He sighed for what seemed like the tenth time, trying to smile to appease your nervous form.

"I don't know what God and the Archangels have told you about me and Hell... Well, I do know, but nothing's true." he claimed, his voice firm and he's words truthful.

"Are you implying that God lied?" you huffed, denying with your head, "No one at Heaven can lie."

"Believe what you might believe," he replied, his little smile still present, "but take into account that nothing of what you thought that would happen to you has actually happened."

Your solemn face seemed conflicted; he took notice of it. But it was time to say goodbye, probably for the eternity, and both of you knew it. Not that it looked as a catastrophe, but Mikey would have liked to see you a little bit more, appreciate your beauty for a few moments longer; and you would have liked for him to tell you more about how it was everything a supposed lie, but there was no time.

"Goodbye, Mikey," you said, bowing in respect and crossing the portal.

"Goodbye, Y/n." he said under the sound of the pouring rain.

Again, Hell stood as it had been for millenniums, a place away from Heaven creatures. But something had changed: Mikey's heart had started to beat.

It wasn't until a couple centuries after that you two didn't had an encounter again. God was having trouble containing the magnates of Earth, those he himself had created to take a hold on humans, so he convocated Heaven's big seven, this means, the Archangels, the Cherubs and both his son and his daughter. But it wasn't enough, so he had to convocated his biggest enemy: the Supreme Demon.

Mikey entered Heaven's Paradise Hall confidently, shivers down his spine for been at the presence of so much falsehood. He saw Michael and the rest of the archangels, the cherubs, Jesus, God himself and...

"Y/n" he whispered, his gaze focused only on you, who were talking to God's son nonchalantly. Your beauty not only did not default, but it had increased; 'how?' he wondered.

You noticed someone's stare on you, you knew he was coming, but did not expect for him to look at you so... intensely. You focused on his dark gaze, which seemed surprised to see you there. He was dressed in Demonic clothes mixed with celestial clothes, as his cloak was black embraided in golden. He looked too good to be true. You smiled slightly at him, making sure no one saw the interaction, as it had been held a secret your accidental visit to Hell two hundred years ago.

"Oh, Manjiro," exclaimed God, standing up and going to receive the king of Hell, "it's been a long time."

"Three thousand years, more or less," he made a gesture with his hand to take weight out of his affirmation.

His gaze went from him to you again, what were you doing there? Weren't you a common angel? God followed the direction of his stared and found his two children, it was the moment to introduce you two, he guessed.

"The man is Jesus, my first born; the woman is Y/n, my youngest."

Mikey felt dizzy. Were you God's daughter? Why didn't you tell him when you fell in Hell? He could see the uncomfortableness on your body language, it was clear that you thought you would never see each other.

"I see," he nodded, returning his attention to the deity, "could I go and introduce myself?"

"Preferably after the meeting, it is a serious matter after all."

And so it happened. God exclaimed how Mikey should take the souls of those who thought to be God themselves, as if everything continued as they planned, a third world war could occur again and, this time, erase humanity from Earth. In exchange, God would owe him a favour. Of course, Mikey agreed, he never knew when he would need something, after all.

Three hours of meeting after, the Archangels and Cherubs left the room and only God, Jesus, Mikey and you stayed. Jesus introduced himself, Mikey nodding, not really paying attention as he was focused solely on you.

"Y/n, accompany our guest to the portal, Jesus and I have to meet with Michael."

"Yes, father."

The both of you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Breathing heavily, you decided that it was best to start walking and for him to follow you to the portal. But, as you were going to leave, Mikey grabbed your wrist gently.

"Why didn't you tell me? Thought no one at Heaven could lie" he asked calmly.

You knew that you would have to answer to that sooner or later, "I didn't lie! I just omitted a part...because I thought that if I told you, you would torture me."

Mikey looked at you with wide eyes, was that really the reason? He remembered you being scared, but so much?

"If it makes you feel better, this changes nothing of how I see you." he admitted.

"And how do you see me?" you asked, confused at his words. You really didn't know each other.

"I don't know, as someone who I could be friends with." he shrugged his shoulders, smiling dumbly.

"Friends?"

"Don't you know what that is?" he lifted a brow.

"Of course I know! I have plenty." you crossed your arms, eye siding him.

"Then it wouldn't hurt to have another one, am I right?"

"Are you mad?" you asked sincerely, was he serious? "The Supreme Demon and God's daughter? Friends?"

"I don't see a problem in that." he had to admit that it was cute seeing you so worked up about something so simple, "But I won't force you."

You considered his words, it's true that you were curious to see why someone who was supposed to be evil was so kind. Was it true what he said back then? That your father lied to you? The only chance to know it was to see it for yourself, and Mikey had the answers you needed.

"Okay," you said at last, surprising the demon.

"Really?" he smiled.

"Yes, but I want you to tell me the truth about everything."

'So my words did mark her' thought Mikey, looking at you in amusement, you were willing to befriend him in order to find the truth. You were noble, he had to admit, and maybe you weren't as the rest up there.

"Deal."

So it began, the friendship between a Demon and an Angel. Mikey invited you to Earth, not wanting to scare you by dragging you straight to Hell. A little coffee shop in the centre of Paris, cosy and elegant, somewhere nice for a Deity's descendant.

You both sat at a corner, beautiful cornflower blue sofas around a wooden table were the set of your meeting. Strange human beverage placed neatly in front of you, Mikey drinking happily from his. You were excited and terrified to know the truth, your stomach was scrambled.

Mikey observed you, deciding that it was best for you to ask before he started talking. He understood it must be horrible to realize that what you were going to hear would contradict what you had been told your whole life. You, on the other hand, took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was about to come.

"Tell me everything, Mikey."

"That's kinda a generic question, angel." he said, smirking to alleviate the tension.

"I mean it," the serious look on your face surprised him, from the little interaction he had ever had with you, it was the first time he saw you like that, "start from the beginning."

And so he did:

"It all started with the Celestial War," he began, posing his intertwined hands on the table, his blonde hair falling over his black eyes, "I used to live on Heaven, as you probably know." You just nodded. "At that time, God was deciding whether he maintained the human kind or if he destroyed it."

Your blood ran cold. What? Did you hear that right? Nonetheless, you stayed quite in order to let him continue.

"I sided with humans. It's true that they're not exactly the smartest, best, kindest, strongest kind, but they didn't deserve the end that was planned for them." He sighed, locking eyes with you. "God didn't like the opposition I was planting, he thought of me as a traitor for not following his plan. Next thing I knew, we were on war and a new species was created: demons. And apparently I was their king."

You almost missed the sadness that crossed his eyes. You had seen him smile and being the kindest being you had ever met, but his eyes never held any emotion. For him to let his guard down for a mere second meant that what he was saying was part of his nightmares even until those days.

"We lost the war and I was given the Underworld. Well, me and my comrades were banished from Heaven and thrown into what everybody knows as Hell." he continued, "At that exact moment I decided to create a new generation of angels; as fallen angels we were given the name of demons, and I sticked to that. I wanted to create a place where those who didn't pass the filter by God could feel at ease, no punishments."

"Wait," you interrupted, "then what happens to murderers and all that kind of people?"

"Let me finish, Y/n-cchi." he smiled kindly and you followed his order, his voice was so soothing. "We do have punishments for those who harm others, and they are sent to cells in the Underworld, but not all Hell is like that."

"But there's something that doesn't make sense, Mikey." you said, furrowing your eyebrows.

"And what is it?"

"If my father wanted to eliminate humans, why hasn't he done it yet?"

"Oh, that." he nodded, and a face of disgust appeared on his facade, giving him a threatening look. "After the commotion with the Celestial War, he couldn't destroy humans because it would mean that he was the villain of the story, so he decided to create the magnates."

"Those are the ones my father has ordered you to..."

"Yeah, basically." he affirmed, "The magnates are a group of people that have enough money and power to control the rest of the population. Humans are controlled by them, that thing as free will for them is bullshit."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but now that you thought about it, it made sense. Why would Hell look like a Paradise? Why would the Supreme Demon be kind? But then again, you were told that Manjiro Sano could manipulate anyone to his side without an effort, so what was the truth?

"You don't need to decide right now if you believe me or not." you heard Mikey's voice say, "You have all the time in the world to do so. And if you want to know more about it, I can search neutral people for you to ask if necessary."

He was such a good being, and you angels had the power to know when someone lied. Everything he said was wrapped in a layer of truth, was really your father such a horrible god?

"Why did he want to destroy humans, Mikey?" you asked, lips trembling in fear for the answer.

"Let's just say, he saw how they were developing too much, and was afraid for them to be as independent as or more as they are nowadays."

"That's a stupid reason."

"Stupid reasons are made by selfish men."

You considered his words, again, you couldn't find a trace of deceit on them, he was saying the truth.

"And they banished you and stained your image because you were trying to safe a kind from their own extinction?"

You already knew the answer. Your heart was broken, your own people had lied to you for centuries, convincing you that the villain of the story was Mikey when, in reality, was God. Did Jesus know about it? The Celestial Hierarchy probably yes, especially those who were there during those times. So did that mean that they were as awful as your father? Yes, they could have gone against the idea as Manjiro did.

"Yes."

"That's so unfair." you sobbed, looking at him with compassion and tears on your eyes.

You cried for him, you cried for you, you cried for everything that was wrong on the world. They had betrayed you and they had decided to put the blame and the bad fame on the gentlest man you had ever known. How could anyone be so cruel?

Mikey, for his part, was observing you with amazement. He thought everyone at Heaven was a hypocrite and a bad person, but then you appeared; so pure, so good, so kind, so empathetic. Were you really crying for him? For human kind? Your poor soul had just been betrayed. But your next words shocked him even more.

"Let me help you clean your name, Mikey. You deserve for the world to know the truth."

Mikey was thrilled, his new friend was going to enter Hell and pay him a visit. He had new books for you where you could investigate more about the Celestial War and the origin of Hell if you wanted. He also had prepared some traditional dishes for you, wanting to have your approval. Why? Who knew, but he was thirsty for it.

He had ordered the upper demons to not approach you during your short stay, considering that it would probably be too much for you just yet, you had just discovered what Heaven had been hiding, and you were a little afraid of demons for the moment. His plan was to show you Hell so you could realize that you were safe, especially with him there.

The thought of someone from Heaven wanting to hear what he had to say and giving him the chance to explain reality made him so happy; he couldn't remember when he felt so euphoric for the last time. Then, the smell of celestial juice reached his nose and he knew you had just crossed the portal. You always smelled so good; it was unbelievable how someone could have such a paradisiac fragrance on their body.

He went straight to the portal to receive you, excited for the day. There you stood, a different white dress, your hair braided in a single braid, leaving your neck exposed where you had a tiny golden chain with the image of the World on it. It laid perfectly on you, your eyes glowing under the lights of the Main Hall, skin shiny. He felt dizzy, he still couldn't understand your beauty.

You walked to him, a slight smile touched your glossed lips and he felt like dying at that same spot. You couldn't be real, you really couldn't be. Then, your soft and melodic voice spoke and he felt like coming back to life again; it was a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Hello, Mikey."

"Hi, Y/n." he murmured, his eyes still scanning you without shame; you felt flustered.

All though Mikey had ordered for the upper demons to get lost, some stayed at the Main Hall as they worked in there and saw the interaction. They were shocked to see their King so loss of words; it was true that for the last millennium he didn't talk much, but he still had something to say. But it looked like he was missing oxygen in his body when he saw you.

"Where are we going first?" you asked, looking around to ubicate yourself. You were in the same place you felt two hundredth years ago.

"I wanted to show you the Eternity Lake, it's near the Main Hall and it's where the souls go to have a good time." he explained, starting to walk in the direction your destination.

You followed him outing the Main Hall and getting into a type of flower you had never seen valley. It was beautiful and you stopped to take in your surroundings, the sky was golden, a strange type of sun lighted the place and there were volcans at a far end of the landscape. The flowers were of different colours, somewhere vermillion, others were burlywood pink, you could spot some baby blue ones and vibrant yellow others. Their shape was that of a cascade falling directly to the soil.

"They're called 'Hell Lilies'" Mikey said when he noticed you had stopped to appreciate the homegrown plants, proud of your amazement by his own creation.

"They're gorgeous," you admitted, smiling, "do they have a meaning?"

"Eternity." he replied and you nodded.

"Is it because they look like they never end?"

"You're smart, angel."

You continued walking, Hell was a very pleasant place to be. The souls you had encounter all had a smile on their faces and they looked calm and relaxed, you couldn't believe your eyes. At the end of the valley you saw crystal clear water adorned in colourful lights, wisteria-like trees surrounding the environment and giving it the looks of a place where you could definitely pass the rest of your eternity.

Mikey gazed at you, admiring your surprised look and the smile you were showing. He knew you now believed part of what he had told you, about Hell not being a horrible place to be.

"Mikey, this is the most breath-taking place I have ever had the honour of visiting." you admitted.

"I'm glad you like it." replied him.

"Is that...?" you started asking, trying to verify your suspicions.

"Freddie Mercury? Yep."

"What is he doing here?" you wondered out loud.

"You father didn't accept him for loving men."

You heart clenched, another stupid reason of your father. What you were seeing was proof that Hell wasn't what they told you it was, and that Mikey was actually a good demon. He enabled a place where those who your father considered unworthy of eternity could be and find happiness.

"He looks like he's having a great time."

"He loves this place, he still composes songs."

You both stood there for a while enjoying the gentle breeze, observing the lake where some souls where swimming and listening to the amazing voice of Freddie Mercury. Such a gift it was, a blessing for everyone present at the moment.

Next, Mikey brought you to a very elegant restaurant in the middle of a neoclassical street. You tasted the delicacies Hell had to offer, completely on bliss at the delicious food that you were given. Mikey, on his part, was happy to see you enjoying yourself, he really needed a friend and thought he could find one on you, but you had to keep it a secret. If God realized that he had told you the truth about the Celestial War another conflict could start and he wasn't prepared to lose anything or anyone else.

Your day at Hell was the funniest one you were able to remember. Heaven was too serious; not a bad place, but definitely not as beautiful and entertaining as Mikey's home. And he was such a sweet demon, you really liked his company. If it weren't for the circumstances, you both were living in, you would have had a crush on him. 'In another life' you thought.

You returned to Heaven that same night, Mikey saying goodbye and asking for you to come again soon, as he wasn't allowed to go up to your home without an invitation from God himself.

It continued like that for a while. Mikey took the magnates down and shut them down at the cells Hell held near the volcans. Without your father's knowledge, you had helped Mikey not only with that, but with finding a new Mesias as your brother was once to claim and explain the reality of what was really going on with the Deities. Mikey deserved to be treated with kindness and to be venerated by the Human kind; if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be there.

But Mikey was keeping a secret from you, something that was an important factor to the Celestial War and consequences.

One random afternoon, you went to Hell to visit Mikey, who was sat on his throne observing the applications from new souls. The moment his eyes perched on you, his expression lighted up. For the last century he had been feeling some kind of way every time he was with you, giddy and dizzy at your present.

His smile reached his eyes, surprised to see you there. He stood up and ran towards you, grabbing you in a tight hug and spinning you around. He was small, but he surely was strong; that simple thought made you giggle like an idiot, feeling happy of being at his presence again.

When he placed you on the floor again, he caressed your cheek with his right hand, eyes sparkling.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I have news!" you exclaimed, jumping excitedly, "Aaand... I wanted to see you." you murmured in a shiest tone.

"I was thinking about you just now." that sentence made your heart burst in euphoria, smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, come with me and tell me."

He took your hand and dragged you to his office near the throne room. He took a little sofa for you in front of his business chair. He couldn't stop smiling, whatever you were going to say couldn't be as good as seeing you again.

"So?"

"I found a Mesias."

The silence reined in the room. Mikey froze, was it true? His hands trembled and tried to reach for yours, which you gladly handed him.

"Who?" was the only thing he could articulate.

"A new born baby, he has the soul of someone who was part of the Celestial War. And apparently he was on your side!" you chirped.

Mikey felt like dying. They were good news, of course, and he couldn't be more grateful for your effort, but it also meant that something bigger was coming and God suspected something. That or he was trying to provoke him.

"Mikey?" he heard you say, "Aren't you happy? Did I do something?"

He got out of his thoughts and looked at you. Your eyes reflected worry and sadness, probably thinking you did something wrong.

"It's nothing, angel, you did great." he assured you, smiling slightly, "Thank you."

"You're hiding something." That took him by surprised, not expecting for you to realize, "But I won't pressure you. Tell me when you're ready."

He nodded, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a good friend like you. You really represented the descriptions of 'angel' the humans gave, probably the only one that could surpass their expectative. But there was something else on his mind and he needed to confirm it.

"Can I ask... Can I ask the soul's name?"

"Ken Ryuguji."

"Ken-chin." Mikey gasped.

"So you do know him! This is awesome, isn't it? Ah, Mikey, you're going to get justice!"

If only you knew how shocked and sad Mikey was inside, you would have stopped talking. He needed to tell you, and he was going to, but he wasn't ready to face the truth even after no many time passed.

Mikey decided to take you out for a walk, he was desperate to get his thoughts away from him. Draken's name was still present and tormenting him. But the warmth of your hand brought him to what he was living at that moment: your breath-taking smile directed at him.

"What is it?" he smiled at you.

"I'm just happy." you shrugged your shoulders. "I like to be with you."

He didn't know how you did it, but you were able to leave him without anything to say. You reached the Eternity Lake, he was so focused on you that he couldn't care less for the sound of the wind against the water. He also liked to be with you, though he couldn't find the way to say it.

The smell of the wisteria-like trees mixed with your cologne was too intoxicating, he couldn't think straight at that point. His black and golden jacket brushed against your bare arms, you looked at him and nearly sighed at the way he was staring at you. His black eyes held emotion, more than you had ever seen: it was happiness, sadness, worry, affection and something else you weren't able to place. What was going on in that head of his?

His right hand found your cheek once again, the skin to skin contact enough to inebriate you both more. A chill went down your core, how could a man be this handsome and kind? Why did your heart jump at the sight of him? Why were you so obsessed with his presence? The same questions were drilling his mind, inexplicable the feelings you made him feel. There was a time when he desired for Death to find him, now, he wanted to be alive to observe you forever, and, now that he knew it, to rescue the souls of his friends.

His breath was over your lips, same with yours. You closed your eyes, following your instinct and neared your face to his. He couldn't resist anymore, smashing his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss at the lights of the lake. He had fallen in love with you, that was what he was feeling; and you had fallen in love with him. You both were in big trouble, but nothing else mattered at that exact moment, when you were kissing in front of both a lake and flowers that promised eternity.

"You know that if we start the plan we're going to have problems with your father, right?" Mikey asked, laid on the couch with you in his arms, caressing your arm.

"We are going to have trouble with him for one reason or another. Why not do both?"

He chuckled, you were willing to be a fallen angel in a near future just to help him and be with him. Not that he wouldn't destroy the whole Earth in order to protect you, the woman he loved.

"If we start a war..."

"We could find a way to protect the Earth plane so only angels and demons are involved."

"And how would you do that?" Mike lifted an eyebrow, looking at you in amusement.

"I have the power to do that." you replied simply, kissing his jaw and turning to your book once again.

'It makes sense' thought Mikey, looking at you with fondness. He knew he should tell you before you got more involved, but he was scared of your reaction. What would you think of him? Would you abandon him? He wouldn't blame you. You saw him as such a kind person, but he wasn't, he wished he was, though.

"Y/n." he started, deciding to get through with it once and for all.

"Yes, Mikey?" you looked up from your book, waiting patiently for him to talk.

"Do you remember when you asked me if I knew Ken Ryuguji?"

You nodded, smiling at the thought of the soul who would clean your beloved's name. He gulped, nervousness filling his organism. Was he really doing it now? He could still come up with something else. But the pureness you showed on your face told him to be brave, you deserved to know.

"He was my best friend." he started. Your face dropped and you sat up, looking at him with sadness.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"It's okay, it was a long time ago." he exhaled, trembling slightly. "But I need to tell you something, Y/n-chi."

"Go ahead." Your calm demeanour helped to ease his nerves.

"During the Celestial War I had my own... gang. At first, we were only close friends, all of us angels. But then, it became bigger and bigger." you nodded, not interrupting him. "So when I revealed against God, they came with me and followed me. We were invincible, all of them had a specialty: I was the strongest fighter, Draken ―or, how you know him, Ken Ryuguji― was the head, Baji was the glue, Mitsuya was the calmness and the one who kept our heads cold, Pah was the funny one, and Kazutora... well, he betrayed us."

"We had a strategy, a really good one. Takemichi, the new incorporation knew how to act at any moment, like he was able to predict the future. But then, Kazutora spilled everything to Michael, the archangel." Mikey's nostrils widened in fury, jaw tightening at the memory. "We were crushed. But the worst was yet to come." he exhaled, trembling in anger. "I have a... dark impulse, or that is what I call it."

"A dark impulse?" you asked, interrupting him for the first time in the last ten minutes.

"Yes. It's like a very negative energy takes control of my mind and I commit the most horrendous sins." he explained, ashamed. "Seeing my friends in that state activated my dark impulse, and I started killing angels without regards. My friends included."

He stopped talking, ashamed, sad and remorseful. He didn't want to commit such a crime, he really didn't, he loved his friends. So why? The hug you gave him surprised him, feeling your arms around him when he expected you to run away from him. But he needed to continue his story.

"Your father took their soul and hide them on Heaven, locked down and without a chance to reincarnate any time soon. I was banished and the rest of the story you know about it."´

You were speechless, still wrapping your arms around him. He felt like a monster, like someone who didn't deserve the company of such a perfect woman, but your lips on him confirmed him that you weren't leaving.

"What you did was wrong, of course it was," you started, "but now you have a chance to mend it and rescue their souls, and to meet, Draken? you called him, again. And I will be at every step of it with you."

He couldn't believe his ears, were you going to help him? So the plan of Ken-chin being the new Mesias was still on? Hi kissed your lips again, showing in that simple act the love and gratefulness he felt.

"You're my angel, baby."

Knowing everything that there was to know, you both bonded even more. The plan was going great, Draken was already ten years old and you both would pay him visits to start a friendship with him. Mikey said that he kept the strong personality he had back then when they were friends.

On your part, Mikey and you were on absolute bliss with each other. You haven't been together for long, just scarce ten years, but you couldn't be more in love. Who would have thought that the daughter of God would fall in love with Manjiro Sano, the Supreme Demon?

The two of you were tangled on his bed, talking about the new flavour of ice cream a shop at Tokyo had developed. Earth dates were common on your relationship. You were laying on top of him, and after a while, you started kissing. At first it was an innocent kiss, but as time passed, it became messy.

Tongues caressing and saliva mixing, teeth nearly crushing and breath unsteady. Mikey changed your position and was now on top of you, his kisses going on a path from your lips to your jaw, from your jaw to your neck. He bit, licked and kissed it until finding your sweet spot, igniting a sigh from you. He smirked, pressing his lips now on your collarbone and pushing the neck of your dress downwards.

You felt hot, temperature rising as you took his face and kissed him again on his lips. He started unbuckling your dress, little by little all clothing was on the floor. His kisses went down to your breasts. He licked your left nipple, your back arching at the pleasure as he put it on his mouth and started to lick and bite it while his left hand was working on your other breast, twisting the nipple between his slender fingers.

Bliss, you were in absolute bliss. His attention to your body was what you were breathing for at that moment. You felt his lips on your stomach and then they reached your mons pubis. You reacted at that moment, opening your eyes wide.

"Mikey, stop!" He did, separating from you and looking at you worriedly.

"Sorry, love, I got carried away. Did I harm you?"

"N-no, it's not that." you were flustered, only then did you realize that the both of you were completely naked. "It's just that, well, this is a sin."

Mikey looked at you bewildered; did he hear you right? It shouldn't have taken him by surprise, you had been raised by absurd rules, so of course you thought sex was a sin. He chuckled, incorporating so his face was in front of you again, pecking your lips briefly.

"I know your father told you it was sinful. But what is so sinful from wanting to pleasure yourself? What is so sinful from wanting to make love to the person your hearts desires? Love is a powerful feeling, and what we are about to do is not a sin, is another proof of loving, and I can't wait to keep loving you in every way and form."

You gasped at his words, he really loved you as much as you loved him. You considered it, did you want to do it with him? Yes. Would you let Heaven's rules ruin it? No. You nodded your head and smiled, caressing the tattoo he had in his neck with fondness.

"Okay." your consent was all he needed.

He went down again, getting at your cunt that was soaking. So wet for him, he wanted to moan at the sight, but he limited to lick you up to your clit, rolling his eyes back at the delicious taste. You moaned at the sensation, pushing yourself to him even more.

He then started sucking on your clit, moans and whines scaping your lips as he enjoyed the delicacy he had between his lips, his tongue moving in fast circles to stimulate it, his fingers caressing your cunt and, after a second, introducing his index finger in.

You cried, you had never introduced anything on your pussy and the little stretch was already driving you crazy. He kept it going in and out and curving at the right angle to touch your most sensitive spots. He then introduced a second finger, his tongue still working on your clit. You felt a knot at your stomach, moaning Mikey's name until you came. A delicious orgasm crossed your whole body and Mikey drank your juices like a thirsty man, he couldn't get enough of your taste.

When you came off of your high, Mikey went up again and kissed you, testing yourself on his lips. You parted and you saw the lustful look on his impossibly darker eyes; he wanted you. And he wanted you now. You felt the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt, sending electric vibes all over your bodies. Mikey locked eyes with you, asking for permission again, and who were you to impede what you both desired. You nodded your head and he kissed you while introducing the tip inside you.

It was thick, the stretch was even wider than you expected and it caused you to tense, which ended in it being a painful experience at first. Mikey noticed it, stopping on the spot.

"Y/n, love, we can stop if you want." he whispered, kissing your temple.

"N-no, it's not that." your breathing was unsteady and sweat was beginning to form on your forehead. "I just have to ger used to it."

"Then relax, if not, it's going to be more painful."

He rubbed circles on your clit and kissed your face in order to get you to relax. What once was pain, had become pleasure, and your breathy whines were proof of it. Slowly, Mikey started to introduce his cock even more until he bottomed out, a moan escaping his lips. He thrusted into you in a slow pace at first, but as your moans increased in volume, he accelerated the pace.

His cock was brushing against the perfect spots, his tip touching that spongy spot that was making you seeing stars and reaching your cervix. The sound of your wet pussy squelching around his cock and the crunch of the mattress only made the experience more sensual.

"That's it, you're taking my cock so well." murmured Mikey in your ear, his filthy words only working you up more. "Such a good girl for me, your pussy feels so perfects, fuck, around my dick."

He continued thrusting, your brain completely out as you only moaned and screamed his name, chest filled with love and affection for the man on top of you. Then, you felt the knot once again, your cunt tightening around Mikey, you could feel the vein at the base of his cock.

"Are you cuming, angel?" he asked, movements becoming sloppy." Cum for me, love, be a good girl and cum on my cock."

A couple of thrusts more and his thumb rubbing your clit and you creamed on his dick as he had told you. You could only see white and feel pleasure all over your body, spasming and curling your toes.

The feeling of your juices and the tightness of your cunt drove Mikey crazy, he knew he was approaching his orgasm. He thrusted into you a bit more, moaning and whispering 'i love you-s' on your ear, and then he painted your walls white.

Once you both came off your highs, he came out of you and landed next to you on bed, passing his arms around your waist and hugging you close to him. He knew you had to take a bath, but he wanted to cuddle to you for a bit before standing up.

"Do you still think we sinned?" he asked, caressing your back with fondness.

"No." you denied, nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck, a big smile plastered on your face. "Not at all. I love you, Mikey."

His chest burst in happiness, he never got tired of hearing you profess your love for him. His angel, the same one he had so dearly in his heart, loved him too and has just done the most intimate thing a couple could do out of love with him.

"I love you, too, Y/n-chi."

As Draken grew older, Mikey and you started to talk to him about the Celestial War, God, Heaven, Hell and the real story of it all. Without knowing it, Draken's soul had recognized Mikey's and was calling for the souls of his friends, wondering where they are.

Mikey was determined to rescue them, maybe he wasn't going to have them on his side anymore, but they would have the chance to live a normal and peaceful life. And he, well, he would still reign Hell, however, you would be next to him forever.

What neither of you knew was that God had discovered both your plan and your relationship. He had called a meeting on Heaven without you to inform the Celestial Hierarchy about your doings, and it was considered treason, so you would be executed, not even given the chance of becoming a fallen angel. That would be your punishment, being away from your lover for eternity.

Walking hand in hand with Mikey through Tokyo's streets, you received a letter from a fellow angel, invisible to the eyes of the mortals. Panic crossed your body, an angel had seen you two together, then God would know about your lover.

"Open it, Y/n, I have a feeling that God already knew." Mikey said in a serious tone.

And so you did, trembling hands opening the envelope while Mikey held you close to him, wanting to support you in whatever God had planned for you.

Under God's orders,

You, Y/n, the guardian angel of the mortal plane, have been charged of treason for coopering with the Supreme Demon.

The punishment for your crimes will be execution in the Celestial Hall today at sunset.

Shall you not appear before justice, the consequences of your acts would impact on the Supreme Demon and Hell's plane.

Attentively,

Archangel Gabriel, the messenger archangel.

Mikey's blood turned cold, it was worse than he had preview. They wanted to execute you, take away your life for fulfilling the job of an angel: bring justice to those who deserve it. How could a father order the murder of his beloved daughter? For loving someone?

He hugged you tight, he wasn't going to allowed your death, he would protect you from those who wanted to hurt you and to keep you away from him. Fuck, he would unleash his dark impulse, if necessary, in order to protect you.

"Don't worry, I'm not letting them touch a hair of your beautiful head." he whispered angrily, how did they dare to threaten his lover?

"Mikey, please," your soft voice brought his attention to you, he could see worry in your eyes, "let me sacrifice myself. I beg you. I can't have you receive the consequences of my own crimes." your voice had become a thread, hands grabbing his jacket in fists.

"What are you saying?" asked Mikey between teeth. "You're not going to sacrifice, and neither will I. We're going to fight."

Your eyes opened wide, he was willing to start a second Celestial War in order to save you, he cared so much about you that he would fight God again for your safety.

"You said you could protect the Earth plane, couldn't you?" you nodded, waiting for him to tell you his plan. "Then let war begin. And don't feel guilty," he caressed your cheek, black eyes determined. "this war was going to happen sooner or later, you've only given me a will to fight with all I have."

That afternoon, all Hell appeared before the execution jury, Mikey and you in front of the troops. Celestial and Demonic swords on your hands, determination to safe the one you love and the reassurance that the Supreme Demon's Mesias was safe. Nothing was keeping you from fighting you liar of a father now.

"Mikey." you called him, having him focus on you once again. "I'm not the angel here."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You're my angel, baby. You're the one who was willing to keep a bad reputation in order to keep humanity safe; the one who created a space for those poor souls that couldn't find a home at Heaven; and the one who has taught me that love is not a sin."

You smiled at him, tears of happiness on your eyes as you stared at the most gorgeous man you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Manjiro Sano, the love of your life.

"Now, let's fight together!" you exclaimed, looking in front of you and locking eyes with God, who looked at you in rage.

"Let's do this, angel!" Mikey screamed, and then, directed his troops against God's. A long war awaited all of you, but love and justice was worth it all.

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