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kalims · 5 months

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Oh my goddess, orders are open! Ahem, ANYWAYS— I wonder if I could have an Idia with a fem or gn s/o who is introverted and generally closed-faced, being a sweetheart and even shy with him, pretty please?

• Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly, kisses <3

– Mel 🌙🩵✨

dress,

premise.

idia forever thought his cause of death would be the permanent termination of his end game account—which in theory, is now proven wrong at the existence of a brand new thing that just might obliterate his heart.

note. thank you mel <3 you too. i, for one will gladly accept kisses from u and idia (he's downbad here LOL)

idia is having a strangely, familiar sensation.

for example—the fact that his heart is palpitating so fast is making him afraid that he'll get the same sense of doom he frequently gets whenever this happens. like when he's the one that the professor chooses to answer a question up front. just his luck cause it absolutely sucks in real life just as much as his chances of winning that rare character.

but no, there isn't an impending sense of doom that sends him to the edge. no cold sweat forming on the skin of his neck, nor does it protrude from his clammy hands. it's weird, he feels warm rather than the cold it usually accompanies.

he needs to visit a doctor.

he gulps thickly. sending a lightning fast glance at your direction then averting it even faster. oh my god, your hand just brushed against his.. was it intentional? no, no—it mustn't be. you wouldn't waste your time doing that.

but you might even look more tenser than he is.

despite the attempt at flushing down the tightness in his throat, his words still break off into a croaky stammer that just sends his face into a grimace because, did he sound like that? "I'm.. I'm really sorry, you didn't have to do this," he says, looking away with those eyes that just screams a mixture of 'I hate it all.' and 'I'm so scared.'

his eyes in comparison to yours, dull significantly in terms of greatness. cause as rare as it is for your eyes to meet, he'll always marvel at the lush hue your eyes are colored with—and god, your lashes. so pretty, so, so pretty.

he sulks. he doesn't deserve this.

"it's alright," you answer in response, voice quiet but it's the only thing he ever hears despite the myriad of people quite nearly squishing the both of you. the crowd is large, and noisy. so he isn't sure why he's suddenly the greatest listener when you speak. "I'm glad you thought of... inviting me along, I know you're quite passionate about it."

passionate is not a strong enough word, it could be an incorrect word to use even. he supposes it's just a nice feeling to excel—be good at something.

but with how hot his heart is probably burning, maybe passionate really is the right word.

for you that is.

most likely idia's ideal type of player two <3 someone he can keep up with, not too fast and certainly not too slow. but either way, he’s probably having a heart attack at whatever you do. literally just sleeping? his heart… playing with him? please match avatars at once or he will combust. (and yes, he is hinting even though you already match everywhere else. had a house in a game, got married in a game.)

don’t even pull out the fact he buys you the currency to match and you feel bad cause he thinks it’s too cute. you need to stop or else he will buy you more.

speaking of more in game terms, he surprisingly garners a lot of attention online maybe because he’s endgame in every single account he’s made and many people like money so… there are many attempts at ‘rizzing’ him up but in the end he’s provoking them to screenshot it and report them as online daters.

^ says THE online dater.

still reports people if they flirt with you, but compared to his. not only is it a file for online dating he somehow dug up the dirt, the monstrous things they did like… 3 years ago and now they’re gonna get suspended. It’s concerning since he was talking with you animatedly during it and he somehow also exposed them all in 10 minutes.

did the see you again trend in secrecy cause he would rather leap down a hole to hell than let people see it. In any case… if it isn’t obvious he’s the lala, you the okok.

deluded himself, is convinced that he’s actually the nonchalant, ‘cool’ one but all he is, is a literal puddle. is still solid when standing but will be putty in your hands in SECONDS.

idia is secretly really proud of himself whilst being like: how did i even pull them. cause when he looks at your face when you’re talking to other people. he’s actually kind of scared cause it’s a really wondrous thing you never once looked at him like that… (please save his mind too. he’s trying to convince himself that you must be like this, soft person he knows to other people too and not just him because that’s just crazy right haha.. hahahaha…)

the type to tell you to stand back during raids, challenges, boss fights, etc… that all you need to do is be there, and that he’ll solo it for you and you can claim your rewards even though he gave you the rarest, strongest equipment in respective games which won’t be much use at this point cause he insists he do it for you, and sulks all day if you don’t let him.

stay at home couple >>>

will order every single thing you crave during those times he’s too shy to consider date nights, and you too so it’s like an unspoken thing. he honestly plays better when you’re inside his room, even if it’s just laying on his messy bed scrolling on your phone or munching on something.

it’s just complete, comfortable silence.

except for the time one of you accidentally makes an indirect flirty comment and now the room could be considered a sauna from the literal steam only two people emitted.

really, really, really, REALLY, likes it when your head is on his shoulder.

“─ean.. no one really asked for it, the nerf was completely unnecessary and─” the words poured out of his mouth, something uncontrollable that he couldn’t stop. there is something about you that just kicks down the layer of anxiety on him. comfortable might be the right word, even if you don’t talk that much (which is surprising cause he ends up being the talkative one and you always assure him that you like to listen.) somehow the thought: am i too annoying? doesn’t really pop up like usual.

in fact, he’s excited to ramble all about it. excited to hear your thoughtful hums, excited to see your attentive eyes on him since the first word he’s said─but it isn’t. because he looks up and you’re blinking haphazardly, thrice in a second and before he panics to shut his mouth he feels the soft slump of your head against the curve of his shoulder.

oh my god, oh my god, oh my g─

if idia had half of his mind he would scream instinctively at the weight he isn’t really accustomed to feel. actually, even if he did have his entire brain connected, and his thoughts coherent he still would. but he bites the inside of his cheek cause despite the chaos that just erupted in his mind which is somehow simultaneously blank, and swirling.

and he remembers midst his confusion that you are,

asleep.

you’re asleep on his shoulder

you’re asleep.

asleep on his shoulder.

on. his. shoulder.

he resorts to the screech in his head.

his shoulder─is so terribly stiff right now to the point where he thinks that sleeping on a hard, wooden surface would be surely more comfortable rather than where your head lays. he makes an effort to relax his muscles, tell himself that it’s only you and that there’s nothing wrong but there is something wrong because it’s you! idia dares to sneak a peek at you and your closed lids only confirm your unconscious state.

and careful with each nudge his movement makes sends to your head. idia can’t resist the hands that creep up his face and bury it, to hope all the embarrassment and whatever he’s feeling right now absorbs it right out of his face because god. he knows he looks like he just ate 10 bowls of lilia’s cooking.

he would scream, he really would. a second thought but you’re on his shoulder!

you, who rarely touches him too much.

on him.

him, who gets too flustered to be touched by you.

so he feels pretty obligated to just suck it up cause he’s enjoying the moment even if you aren’t conscious right now and he sure as hell is going to, for as long as he can.

idia releases a deep sigh, long and wistful because he’s gonna die before you even wake up.

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #x gn reader

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nikosamaki · 2 years

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Part1: What’s your reaction when you see them getting changed? In their normal body, not in their Demon form

{Time for getting a bit naughty 😉…. Or MORE!}

Part 2

Lucifer:

Bloody Hell! He’s tooooooo much HANDSOME for these worlds –his MUSCLES are gorgeous! You just want to bite them…*Evil laugh* (I don’t guarantee that you’ll be alive after that). But you can see some wounds on him –one pair of them are on his back and they’re associated to when he lost his wings in The War… (Always when you see them, your heart aches and say: ”That was cruel”) and the others are trivial against those- but they don’t matter for him, anymore (That’s not true… If you remember he NEVER let his skin to be showed, even when he wears SWIMSUIT :/// So, he doesn’t like to everyone see them –but baby, you’re special; because you ARE SEEING them, NOW!!)

His skin is a little bit pale –A BIT… Ok? I don’t mean like Sebastian from Black Butler. I meant his skin is lighter than normal.

Mammon:

Man…You cannot stop watching his body, FASCINATING! –of course he IS, because he’s a SUPER MODEL (Didn’t expect that?)- but he’s a bit skinny -with muscles but not that much muscular like Lucifer and Beel. Also he has some wounds –like Lucifer, but not that much enormous- on his abs, back and shoulders –related to The War. In addition, he really doesn’t CARE about them; actually I guess he proud of them (Don’t know why it feels like this)

As you saw, he has tanned skin –the only brother who is tanned.

Levi:

I know you don’t believe he has SIX PACKS, because he’s an otaku or a couch potato (I REALLY didn’t mean anything 🙏🏻); but GOD DAMN him… Just imagine he’s lying in his bath and you… Dammnnnnnnnnnnn, Why am I thinking about it??? (I just leave it to your BEAUTIFUL & WILD imaginations). Just like Mam and Luci (I got tired to write their full names), has wounds but not on his shoulders.

His skin is normal –eggnog color (I don’t know what we call it🤣)

Satan:

Just MEOWwwwwwwwwwww….

Ugh. I don’t have anything to say for Satan –he’s like Levi or more muscular-; just he doesn’t have ANY WOUND on his body –you know why, right? (If you need explanation, just comment and I’ll explain in the next post)- but he has some scratches on his hands, because of CATS.

Also his skin is same as Levi – only Luci and Mam have different skins.

Asmo:

Well, first of all; he is NOT muscular at all and doesn’t have six packs

(I know he has it in the ANIME, but having six packs does NOT suit him :/ Don’t kill me😅) –he’s well built -but not in muscularity way. He has very small wounds on his arms but aren’t much visible –he took a lot care of them to make them disappear.

His skin is very shiny and is normal.

Beel:

Oh GOD… Ohhhh MAN, he’s too much fucking HOT and MUSCULAR –even more than Luci!! He does a lot of exercises every single day. Just look at his ARMS, ABS and PASS OUT! (He IS NOT for this world)– you just wish to hug him and sink into his arms or…(Your imaginations, BABY… I can see you have VERY NAUGHTY thoughts 😈). About wounds, he has a lot on his body –like Luci-, because he was –and is- the strongest one and always in wars to help others (He was like a SHIELD for them… That’s SAD)

He has the same skin just like the others –except Luci and Mam.

Belphe:

About his body condition, he’s like Asmo but more muscular –something like Satan but less than him- and unlike Asmo, he maybe do more exercises – thanks to Beel (But dear, don’t expect a lot from him. After all, he’s avatar of SLOTH).

His skin is as same as Beel.

Diavolo:

Well… I have NOTHING to say! I said everything above and there are similar in most of subjects :/

He’s like Beel but I guess stronger more than him!!! –imagine a BIG MONSTER. (But don’t forget that Dia, Luci and Beel are BIG guys among them… Which it means SEXY THOUGHTS *Too much Evil laugh* -I HAVE DIRTY mind, …

Barbatos:

His body is stronger than Satan and less than Luci. Don’t worry, he HAS six packs and muscular body –he’s the butler of the future king, so he must have that body. Unfortunately he doesn’t show his GORGEOUS ABS or more… That’s so MEAN of him.

His skin is like Levi and Luci –but not as same as Luci, a bit darker.

This life is too much CRUEL and UNFAIR, because they all are SEXY, GORGEOUS and I can't touch them or.....

I JUST WANT TO DIE

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lets-talk-spirituality · 1 year

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Hello, There's someone I've known for 9 years. I always loved him. I always waited for him. He never loved me. I told him my feelings. He didn't care. But I have a cosmic connection with him. I feel you thinking of me. This may sound strange. I get excited when I feel that you're thinking of me. It's like a river is flowing into the sea inside me. My hands and feet are tingling. Whenever I feel like this, he texts me! He now has a girlfriend. I felt you were thinking of me the other day. Soon after, Instagram deleted her profile picture and other photos. I was shocked. Oh my god!! What was that? But he still hasn't texted me. But I think he broke up with his girlfriend. What do you think these are the things I feel? What connection do I have with him? How can I improve this? Can you help me? Or do I have talents? OMG!!! I am very curious. Thanks.

First off. Baby, this doesn’t sound like love, it sounds like obsession. True love doesn’t ask you to wait, it asks you to grow. If you or anyone loves someone you’re not with to the point you can’t or choose not to actively open yourself up to love, this is not love.

Just because you have a soul connection doesn’t mean this is who you’re meant to be with. If they wanted to be with you, they would. Don’t lower yourself by waiting for someone who didn’t choose you. Move on until they can meet you where you’re at, and they may never be able to.

Just because he doesn’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean he wants to be with you. Just because you have a connection doesn’t mean anything will or should come of it.

What do you think these are the things I feel?

I think there is something about him that speaks to some insecurity or piece of you that’s wounded. If he were to choose you, what do you think that says about you? Are you trying to win love from somebody who could never love you because that mirrors some trauma in your childhood? Is it safer loving him knowing he could never love you because you’re actually terrified of intimacy deep down? There’s a lot to examine, you gotta dig deep.

What connection do I have with him?

He may be here to show you the exact things I just listed up above, your own lack of self worth, your own self issues. Rejection is divine protection. What the connection is matters way less than what it can teach you and how you can grow. Try to approach everything with the perspective of how can I grow?

How can I improve this?

Improve what? Your relationship with him? Stop trying to manipulate it. Let the relationship be what it’s meant to be. Let go. Let what’s meant to be, be. If he is yours, that doesn’t change and if he’s not, that doesn’t change. In no scenario can you control or make things different from him, you can only control yourself. I think you need to focus on yourself and spend the energy you do on him on yourself. Radically and daily choose you.

Can you help me? Or do I have talents?

I do think this shows you have some psychic abilities. I’m gonna pull an oracle card for clarity.

Starseed— what lights you up?

Yeah I think you definitely have gifts and this connection is showing that. Oh! That makes sense. I’m getting this connection you feel is actually you recognizing a soul that shares a starseed race with you and you’re recognizing that. That’s why you know things, it’s very psychic and telepathic where you’re from. (My scalp is tingling while writing this. Oh I’m so excited! This is a missing piece. They’re giving me a revelation to give you, wow.)

I see the color blue, almost like avatar or krishna, blue with a light beam that comes from the third eye and that is how they communicate, directly via third eye on a light wave. Wow. They look like regular people just blue skin. Like this is some skinny guy with spiky black hair and an orange jacket, cargo khaki pants, tshirt, very skater boy vibes, stoner type of dude. Maybe this was him on that planet. Anyway, you recognize a shared starseed race. I’m gonna pull a card and see if any races come up specifically. You definitely have some telepathic abilities and I think you may be clairauident. I feel like you knowing this is like unlocking a locked door. This feels really big to understanding your purpose and journey.

Trust the Niggle— what is the niggling feeling trying to tell you

I think the fact you sent this ask in shows you know deep down he’s not your person. But I think this card is saying you need to trust and follow your intuition more. This will help with your discernment. You are very gifted but you misinterpret what you get sometimes because you are not embracing your gift enough. It’s a muscle. You have to get swole by working it everyday.

A bunch of cards came out with funnily on point messages— water your garden (nourishment, body care, tenderness, rest); Star ancestors (hidden secrets, lost wisdom, look a little deeper); and We the Hathors (deep love, mothers milk, birth as a portal); star bathing (light body, crystal grid, transmission, activation)

DM me if you wanna talk further. I’m being prompted to offer you a helping hand as you learn more about all this. Like I actually feel they want me to help guide you through this? This message is literally activating you to so much. Like I feel it.

The Hathors are a starseed group, look into them and also Pleiades.

#ask box #starseed

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers

A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved

You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.

He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.

There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.

The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.

The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.

Mammon:

Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.

Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.

He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.

In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.

He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.

Leviathan:

Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.

It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.

The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.

He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.

His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.

Satan:

Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.

In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.

It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.

You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.

The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.

He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.

A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.

Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.

His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.

Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.

He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.

It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.

When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.

Belphegor:

Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.

He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.

Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.

As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.

You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all.

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?”

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness.

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying.

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now.

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…”

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin.

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?”

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought…

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first…

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

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sunkissedpages · 3 years

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instead of you [part fifteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

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Don’t tell Sam. Sam. SAM.

“Shit.”

You had to fix this in a matter of seconds. Should you slap him? Act like nothing happened? Pretend you were drunker than you actually were and play dumb?

“Wait, you’re not Sam?” you squinted your eyes like you were trying to see who was in front of you, acting like you were too drunk to remember who you were with. “Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Tom tried.

“I-” you didn’t know how to respond. “Why did you do that?”

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I don’t know, it didn’t mean anything!” You’d be lying if you told yourself that didn’t sting a little. If he didn’t have any sort of feelings for you, why would he kiss you? “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Please don’t tell my brother.”

“You want me to lie to my boyfriend?”

“I mean, is it lying if you just don’t mention it?”

“It’s a lie of omission- are you really going to debate me about philosophy right now?”

“Then yes, I do want you to lie to your boyfriend because if he finds out he’ll never speak to me again.”

“You realize what kind of position that puts me in?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”

You couldn’t even think straight. Feelings of confusion, panic, anger, and regret fought for control of your conscience. “What if someone had seen us? Taken a picture of us? You’re a public fucking figure, Tom. That could’ve put your career at risk.” “Don’t you think I know that?” he growled. “I don’t need you to lecture me on how stupid it was.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed.

“I know.”

You stood from the table to leave, hoping he wouldn’t follow you, but he called after you, your name echoing in your ears like a warning. Reluctantly, you turned back to face him with a bitter taste on your tongue.

“You won’t tell him, right?”

You stared him down for a moment, watching nerves etch themselves onto his features before answering. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

It was a promise you didn’t want to make, but you felt like you had no other choice. You hadn’t just broken the ‘no flirting’ rule, you’d blown straight past it into completely uncharted territory. And technically Tom had been the one to initiate, you hadn’t kissed him back, but you couldn’t say you hadn’t felt something when he did.

You had never lied to Sam before- at least not on this scale. You felt sick to your stomach, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.

You almost didn’t want to go back to your room. You urged the elevator to go as slow as possible as you checked your appearance in the reflective wall. The tarnished gold was smudged with handprints, but you were still able to make out your ruined lipstick. You weren’t sure it had been messed up sometime during dinner, or if it was Tom’s doing but you couldn’t take a chance. You used your thumb to wipe away the evidence as the intercom on the elevator let out a ding to let you know you’d reached your floor.

With a shaky breath you pushed yourself into the hallway and forced yourself to put one foot in front of the other to walk to your room. You didn’t have a key, so you had to knock. You half-hoped Sam was already asleep, even if it meant you’d have to spend the night in the hallway.

But as luck would have it he was still up and he opened the door seconds later. He was definitely out of it, blinking at you to put you in focus.

“There you are,” he said tiredly, rubbing one of his eyes with his hand. “I was wondering when you’d come up.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you up,” you apologized as you breezed past him into the room.

“Nah, I was just messing around.”

A lie, you knew, but you let it slide knowing you were keeping a much bigger secret. He was already dressed for bed in his boxers and one of your t-shirts and his hair was wet from a shower.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing your anxious energy.

You nodded. “I had too much to drink.”

“Ah, me too, I think. Come take a shower. It’ll help.”

You took his advice and tried to sober up in the shower, letting the cold water run over your bare skin until you were shivering. When it didn’t make you feel any better you turned off the faucet completely and dried off, wrapping a towel around your body and sitting on the edge of the tub.

“Y/n?” came Sam’s muffled voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You sighed. Why did he have to know you better than you knew yourself? You pushed yourself up from the tub and opened the door.

“I had like three more shots after you left,” you mumbled.

The color drained from his face as he took in this additional information and he frowned. “Jesus, I thought I was drunk. Do you feel sick?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay, well let’s go to bed,” he urged. His accent was always thicker when he was drunk, and in a funny way it sounded like home, like all of those Friday nights back on campus.

Sam gave you space to change into your clothes for bed and crawled under the covers to wait for you. You dressed yourself, hung your towel in the bathroom, and shut off the main light before feeling your way through the darkness over to the bed.

You managed to get your drunk ass in bed without tripping which you considered to be a miracle. Sam slung his arm across your stomach as soon as you settled on the mattress and pulled you against his hip. You tensed underneath his touch, but he didn’t seem to notice.

You couldn’t relax no matter how hard you tried, and sleep taunted you for hours, hovering just out of your reach.

Sam’s alarm woke you from restless dreaming some hours later, when the sun had barely brushed the horizon.

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow. Your head was pounding and you didn’t even want to think about facing Tom. The simple motion of rolling over had made you nauseous and you knew that standing up was going to be a whole nother ordeal.

“Come on, love,” Sam said, nudging you with his knee. He was already sitting up, rolling the tension out of his neck from a night on the stiff mattress. “We gotta be downstairs in a few minutes.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you felt pathetic. You didn’t have the strength to be around Tom today, especially with Sam right there.

“Don’t feel good,” you moaned.

“We’re all hungover,” Sam sighed. “We’re not even doing that much walking today.”

You turned your head enough for him to see the tears running down your cheeks and he pursed his lips, expression turning worried.

“Oh.”

“Can you make something up?” you pleaded.

He nodded. “I’ll tell them you have a fever or something.”

You swallowed your shame and squeezed your eyes shut, whispering thanks into his shirt. Sam kissed your forehead and then got up. You vaguely heard him moving around the room getting ready, but drifted in and out of sleep as he did.

Once he was dressed he softly told you goodbye, that he hoped you felt better, and that he’d bring you back some food later on.

The door clicked shut and you let your guilt continue eating you alive.

You wondered how Tom would react when Sam told his family you weren’t feeling well, if his face would give anything away. He was an actor, he should be able to handle it. But you also wondered what he was feeling, if he felt as guilty as you did- or even more so. Or maybe he wouldn’t even care. You never knew when it came to him.

You rolled onto your back and propped yourself up on a pillow, using the free time to respond to some messages from friends and family. It was the middle of the night back in the States, but at least they’d wake up knowing you weren’t dead. To be fair, everyone knew your communication skills weren’t the best so they probably weren’t expecting anything from you anyway, but you still wanted to put in the effort.

The rest of the day passed by quicker than you would’ve liked. You spent it in bed, tossing and turning as you desperately tried to fall back asleep. You kept pushing the blankets off of you, then burying yourself beneath them again, flipping between hot and cold. Maybe you really did have a fever. Your clothes were suffocating you so you ended up stripping and dropping them on the floor by the bed.

By the mercy of some higher power you were able to nap for a couple of hours scattered throughout the afternoon, but by dinner time you were wide awake again and passed the time by watching Avatar: The Last Airbender in Italian on the hotel tv.

It was playing an earlier episode, the one where the gaang visited Kyoshi Island. You couldn’t understand any of the dialogue, obviously, but you still found comfort in the familiar scenes.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, startling you out of your focus. You jerked your head towards the sound and scrambled from the bed. You slipped back into your t-shirt, but didn’t bother putting on pants before opening the door because you figured it was just Sam. And it was. He looked exhausted, but in the best kind of way and was holding a styrofoam container of food that was presumably for you.

“Forgot the key,” he said sheepishly, offering you the food. You smiled and took it from him, stepping aside to let him in.

He didn’t take your cue, instead he stayed where he was standing in the doorway awkwardly. It was then that you realized he wasn’t alone, that his older brother had been standing behind him the entire time.

Sam offered no explanation, only shrugged like he didn’t know why he was there either.

“Tom?” you asked, awaiting an explanation for yourself.

“Can we talk?”

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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so I joined an ateez collab yesterday and was yelling to mai about a possible elemental kingdom au kind of like avatar but also not really anyway it doesn’t fucking matter mai was yelling back and now we have this. you have been warned

(I have bigger plans for seonghwa mostly because he’s the one I'm writing for this collab.............. seonghwa brainrot commence)

tagging: @applejongho @mangomingki @wingkkun because all of you need to see this SUFFER

anyway without further ado

ATEEZ ELEMENTAL KINGDOM AU OR WHATEVER IDK WHAT TO CALL THIS

tw: cursing

seonghwa

magma prince, born of an earth/water dalliance gone too far :/

lives in the water but is an outcast, so he’s forced to live on his own by the underwater volcanoes except when he has to come to the palace for ceremonies and such

doesn’t really manipulate water specifically but can control magma hence why I'm calling him a magma prince

he’s a prince because his mom was ocean royalty, anyway she disowned him so we don’t really care about her (fuck everyone who made seonghwa feel like an outcast :/)

has scales on parts of his body like the rest of the ocean dwellers because they descended from sea serpents, his range from black to deep royal blue which INFURIATES the court because those colors are the purest meant for ROYALTY like even his mom’s scales aren’t as deep/pure as seonghwa’s so ha in your FACE

except seonghwa isn’t a fan of the scales because it just makes him feel even more like he doesn’t belong in his own skin :///

friends with fire prince hongjoong and ocean prince san, both of whom are some of the few who treat seonghwa like an actual person and not just an outcast :/

takes very good care of the animals who live around the volcanic vents! a lot of the other ocean dwellers are scared of them because they look so different but seonghwa knows what it’s like to be an outcast so he keeps his little area as clean and welcoming as possible :)

it gets lonely around the volcanoes but honestly seonghwa prefers that over when he has to be at court for ceremonies n stuff. like yeah there might be water snakes around his place but they’re nothing compared to the snakes in the palace badum tss

hongjoong

fire prince of the dragon clan

there are two clans of the fire kingdom, one descended from dragons and the other descended from phoenixes, and they’re Rivals

dragon clan is allied with the ocean dwellers since sea serpents are related to dragons, phoenix clan is allied with the air dwellers because they all can fly n stuff

but anyway more on phoenix stuff in mingi’s part

has scales too, though his are more on the neck while seonghwa’s around around his ribs/waist, also they’re bright red/orange not blue

can produce and control dragon fire, which is destructive and primarily used for offense, so hongjoong’s been trained for an early age how to use it for max power/destruction

meets seonghwa on one of the few times hwa comes to the surface to chill in the sun and he’d just accidentally set fire to a small part of the beach and when he sees hwa he’s like HELP ME PUT THIS OUT

except hwa can’t control water he can only do magma so. yeah

san was nearby though and helped deal with it and later joong was like what the fuck kind of ocean dweller can’t control water and seonghwa was like. I'm half you dickwad

obviously they become friends after that. if they didn’t I'd give you permission to slap my face

but also after that hongjoong learns to keep a much tighter rein on his powers, like yes he’s being trained for destruction but he has masterful control over his abilities

could be considered a fire prodigy in all honesty

yunho

earth boy!! very powerful earth bender

can definitely do a lot of destruction with his powers but prefers to help things grow instead! talks to his garden and swears up and down that his plants grow bigger and taller when he does

good friends with both mingi of the phoenix clan and hongjoong of the dragon clan

earth dwellers aren’t allied with any side of the fire rivalry so they serve as the arbiters/judges when disputes come into place which is fair because earth is solid and stable and just (most of the time)

which is why yunho is able to balance this sort of friendship between the two boys :) does NOT meet with them together though that would be a recipe for disaster (not necessarily because of hongjoong/mingi themselves, they know how to behave, but the neurotic clan elders would throw a hissy fit)

runs a small restaurant in the capital that mostly caters to the working class, people always ask why yunho doesn’t try to do “more” with himself, that he’s wasted potential running a restaurant when he could potentially be a general or something in the army because of his earth bending prowess

but yunho doesn’t care, he’s happy where he is and he develops his bending as a way to protect and help himself and others, and from his friendship with hongjoong/mingi he’s pretty sure he wants to avoid clashing with earth royalty at all costs ksjndksjh

yeosang

air prince :) also he’s blond in this au you can’t change my mind

not particularly one of the strongest benders, but he’s very intelligent and wise which people value a little less than they should but yeosang doesn’t really care, he’s just going with it

imagine! yeosang in flows white robes!! floating on the wind!!!

yes air dwellers can fly sobs because they control the wind

and while yeosang isn’t necessarily the greatest at using his powers for fighting or whatever, he’s very good at flying and has a lot of fun with it along with air noble wooyoung

best friends with wooyoung by the way, no one really gets it because yeosang is quieter and doesn’t yell as much while wooyoung is the definition of Chaos

but wooyoung brings out the rowdy side in yeosang and their screams/yells echo in the air when they get together

a little wary of wooyoung’s friendship with san mostly because he’s a prince and understands the consequences of wooyoung, an air noble, being friends with the allies of their supposed enemy (water is allied with the dragon clan)

(maybe he’s a little jealous too)

but in the end it’s always still woo + yeosang against the world, floating in the sky and doing what they can for their people <3

san

WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE

he’s actually the reason I birthed this au I couldn’t get ocean prince san out of my mind

flowy clothes and a crown of shells and pearls! likes shiny things and will trade with earth dweller merchants for new bits of crystal and jewelry!! tell me he isn’t a dream!!!

one of the beloved princes of the ocean, honestly probably the most loved because he’s so smiley and handsome and all around a very good boy until it’s his turn to perform the ceremonial dances and he turns into a demon

the brightest blue scales run up from his waist to his ribs, another one of the purest colors of royalty

uses his status to get away with being friends with seonghwa (aka people won’t yell at him if it’s obvious he disappeared for a while to the volcanic vents) but keeps their friendship kind of under wraps because hwa is afraid of retaliation when he has to visit the court :/

truly does not give a shit about hwa being half earth, if anything kind of envies it because he’s always curious to explore the volcanic trenches but as a normal ocean dweller the heat would be too much for him if he stayed too long

kinda scared of the animals near the trenches but he warms up to them after some periodic visits

friends with air noble wooyoung! even though it’s kind of (?) breaking alliances but neither of them really cares because they’re so much fun together :D

mingi

phoenix nobility, not quite a prince but close

phoenix fire has defensive and healing properties, so it can’t actually burn people but it can heal and protect from dragon fire/regular fire!

mingi is well-versed in the art of healing even though he’s a little clumsy sometimes :/ luckily phoenix fire doesn’t burn or there’d be major issues skjnsdkjh

can fly! phoenix descendants have a limited ability to fly, not as much as the air dwellers who can literally control the wind to help them, but it’s often enough to get them out of tight spots

only problem is mingi doesn’t like to fly very much skjndgjhn heights kinda suck

but when he does it’s fucking majestic, these orange flaming wings extending from his arms that clash beautifully with his red/orange hair

imagine seeing it at sunset oh my god that’s a dream

the phoenix and dragon clans are in negotiation with each other most of the time because ~hostilities~ but mingi doesn’t often participate in the direct talking because he’s better at working behind the scenes

ridiculously smart and likes to debate with yunho over things because seeing issues from a neutral perspective is very helpful and something mingi doesn’t think people do enough

what he’d really love to do is talk to hongjoong because an opposite perspective would be even better, but people don’t like that happening :/

secretly admires dragon fire because it’s so cool how dragon descendants can control so much destructive power with such ease

(he doesn’t know it but hongjoong admires phoenix fire just as much because god damn sometimes he wishes he was born to heal rather than destroy)

wooyoung

air noble!!!!! bitch if you thought I was making this man ANYTHING but an air dweller you do not know me

likes to watch the sunrise from his vantage point in the mountains :) sometimes wakes yeosang up to watch with him but only when he’s certain yeo won’t cut off a limb if he does skndjsgh

if yeosang is like the soft sea breeze against your face in the summer, wooyoung is the biting, almost playful nip of wind against your nose and cheeks in the winter

very playful! loves to make collect friends!!

can play the flute and absolutely 100% uses it to annoy said friends

you can often hear his screeching laughter and the yells of yeosang + others bouncing off the mountains skjdnsgk

is always on duty for patrolling the mountains because he’s one of the best at flying, but it’s fine because wooyoung enjoys being able to make his rounds and talk to people along the way

sometimes gets a little sidetracked with talking (and maybe eating the food people sometimes give him) but wooyoung is a lovable person no one can get mad at him for too long (which is a problem because he knows it)

thinks the rivalries between elements is dumb af, is literally friends with ocean prince san and earth dwellers 2ho and would like to make friends with mingi (yunho has mentioned him before) if he could just stop being in twenty places all at once

(mingi’s a busy guy wooyoung give him a break)

almost lost his shit when san told him he knew a magma controller, but hasn’t met seonghwa yet because hwa is shy and not very open to strangers

anyway I just think wooyoung air noble who has a personal mission to make as many inter-elemental friends as possible. shrugs

jongho

IF YOU TRY AND TELL ME THIS BOY ISN’T EARTH I WILL CLOCK YOU

earth boy and a prodigy at that! his bending is more advanced than some people twice his age

originally got stuck in training for the army because his bending was just that good, however he really hated having to use his powers solely for fighting so he left and became a blacksmith instead

why a blacksmith? here’s a secret

jongho can metalbend

which is why he sort of has this very good touch with metals and which types to use with which sorts of crafts

in very high demand for weapons like swords and such, but also makes jewelry and toys and pots and pans for regular day to day life

he also gets the “wasted potential” thing that yunho deals with a lot, but jongho has thick skin and those sorts of comments roll of his (broad) shoulders very quickly

LOATHES IT when generals and officials come to him with commissions and expect them to be done first and foremost like jongho doesn’t have around ten other projects hanging out in the background, but he just has to receive them with a smile

(maybe leaves a tiny unnoticeable dent in a general’s sword or something bc even if it’s unnoticeable, jongho knows it’s there and there’s some satisfaction in that)

friends with air noble wooyoung mostly because he is able to deal with woo’s bs, air prince yeosang is always asking for tips

meets yunho through wooyoung and 2ho strike up a nice friendship!

really just jongho stronk boy who can move the earth and will not hesitate to cause a subtle earthquake if some official gets uppity with him <3

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a-d-curtis · 2 years

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The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

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Chapter 1: Prologue, Chapter 2: First Impressions, Chapter 3: Stolen Glory, Chapter 4: Pawns & Princesses, Chapter 5: Scars, Chapter 6:Dissonance, Chapter 7: Frustrated, Chapter 8: Obligations, Chapter 9: Private Affair, Chapter 10: Holding on Tight, Chapter 11: Calculated Risks, Chapter 12: Charged, Chapter 13: Blue, Chapter 14: Bonds, Chapter 15: Betrayal, Chapter 16: Repercussions, Chapter 17: The Truth, Chapter 18: Old Friends, Chapter 19: Badgerfrog in a Well, Chapter 20: Resolve, Chapter 21: Caged

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Chapter 22: Price to Pay

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Katara noticed that from this close, the Crown Princess’s eyes looked like molten gold.

It was a shockingly vibrant color against the woman’s milky white skin. The Princess had deceptively delicate features, but as Azula prowled lithely back and forth in front of her, Katara knew that there was nothing delicate about her. Despite her inherent beauty, the intensity of Princess Azula’s gaze reminded Katara of one of the large, feline predators she’d once seen stalking her through the dark shadows of a haunted swamp. Focused, intense, deadly, and—when the Princess turned her eyes on Katara—full of hate.

Katara purposely looked away, giving her hands a tug, testing the strength of the manacles that held them bound. Her arms felt numb. This could be due in part to those strange, precise punches Azula hit her with at the prison, punches that had made her arms drop uselessly to her sides and her inherent connection to water to disappear. However, Katara was pretty sure that that particular numbness was wearing off. More likely than not, the numbness she felt now was due to her arms being forced above her head, handcuffed to a long chain that was fastened high up on a stone column in the Firelord’s Throne Room.

Katara had never set foot in the Firelord’s Throne Room before—had never imagined that she ever would. Nor had she ever actually seen the Firelord. And yet here she was. And there he was, majestic and imposing behind a wall of flames.

He struck a formidable figure. Clearly Firelord Ozai was physically very powerful, but there was something else about him as well, something more intangible. A sense of regal untouchability. Objectively, Ozai looked very much like Zuko (like Zuko would without his scar that is). But that is were the similarities ended; the energy they emitted could not have been more different.

A shiver ran down Katara’s spine. This man had perpetuated the war, the lives of countless souls on his hands. He had been responsible for her mother’s death, and her Gran Gran’s. For the annihilation of her whole tribe. And yet somehow even more chilling was the knowledge that this man had taken his own child and burned him. He had then carelessly sent his thirteen year old boy to sea, not caring if he rotted there.

Fear and hatred for the Firelord battled inside Katara. And at the moment, fear was winning.

“What is it about you?”

The quiet question startled Katara, causing her to tear her wide eyes away from the god-like Firelord to settle on his daughter. Azula had stopped her prowling and now stood directly in front of Katara, her golden predatory eyes boring into her.

“P-pardon?” Katara asked in confusion.

The Princess took another dangerous step closer to Katara, her jaguar eyes unblinking. She spoke softly, even as the bite in her words rang clear. “I said, ‘what is it about you?’ That bewitches the Avatar?”

Katara swallowed in alarm. She had not known why she’d been brought here, to the Firelord’s Throne Room in the middle of the night. She’d suspected that perhaps she was to be interrogated for information about Zuko and the Rebellion. But with the Princess’s question, she now knew that this was because of Aang.

Concern chilled Katara’s insides. Had Aang said something? Had he done something? Was he safe?!

“There’s n-nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, peasant!” Azula bit. “I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“I’m nothing to him,” Katara repeated uselessly. “He’s marrying you…”

Azula’s hand moved so quickly Katara didn’t even register the slap until her face had whipped to the side, a sharp sting blossoming on her cheek.

“Azula!” The Firelord’s voice boomed, reproachful. “Do not allow the tribal peasant to make you petty.”

The Princess turned toward her father, bowing her head in respect. “Of course, Father.” She stepped away from Katara to continue her pacing. But when she glanced back, the hatred in her eyes only burned hotter.

Katara bit her tongue, keeping her eyes down lest the princess see her own returned hatred. This woman was to become Aang’s wife?! Her sweet, kind-hearted Aang was to be married to a viper-rat. Admittedly, Katara would not have been happy about him marrying any other woman, but for him to be paired with Azula seemed especially cruel.

“Azula,” the Firelord called again.

The princess approached the wall of orange flame.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” the Firelord spoke from behind his wall of flames. “What makes you so sure that Aang will betray us tonight?”

The princess stood up straighter, absolute confidence radiating from her stance. “He’ll come.”

Firelord Ozai observed his daughter silently for moment. It was clear that he trusted her. Wholeheartedly. Two people, a father and daughter, cut from the same cloth.

“And what are you prepared to do when he arrives?” Ozai asked.

“He can be returned to us, Father. Reeducated. Redeemed.”

Ozai huffed. “If what you say is true, he is not worth the effort.”

Katara saw the princess’s body still. Her hand reached in her pocket, fingering something. But her voice betrayed nothing. “The Avatar is surely worth the effort. He is powerful now, but even so, the potential within him remains untapped. You have already expended so much effort on his behalf, Father. He is simply misguided. Confused. I know he can be persuaded to return to us.”

“We cannot abide a Weapon as powerful as him to be out of our control.”

“Indeed, Father. But remember, everyone has a price they are willing to pay…” Azula gave a sidelong glance at Katara, her eyebrow arching haughtily, “…and I know Aang’s.”

……………….

The walk through the palace to the Firelord’s Throne Room felt longer than it ever had.

Aang had raced across the rooftops, unable to travel fast enough in his frantic need to get to Katara. But as he’d returned to the palace, and walked the plushly carpeted path to the Throne Room, he found his pace getting slower and slower, each step filling him with greater and greater dread.

Guards were posted in their usual places along the hallways, although, Aang noticed, they appeared to be greater in number. As usual, none of them spoke to him, but there was something about the way their eyes followed him tonight that gave Aang an immense sense of foreboding. Did they know what was happening? Were they preparing to kill him?

Aang’s legs felt like lead as he put one foot in front of the other. But regardless of how his body seemed to protest, he did not hesitate when he arrived outside the room, but immediately pushed through the thick curtain.

The Firelord’s Throne Room had always filled Aang with anxiety, with fear, but the picture that met his eyes as he walked inside made all of that pale.

There was the Firelord, sheltered high up on the dais behind the wall of fire, a long leather whip coiled in his hand. Azula stood just below him on the ground.

And there was Katara, chained to the second column from the front.

For Aang, it was a tailor-crafted image of his own personal hell.

Despite the terror jolting through his body, Aang’s feet only paused a moment before pushing forward, compelled to—at all costs—stop this!

“Avatar Aang,” there was a hint of surprise in the Firelord’s voice as it rang through the cavernous room.

Aang walked forward, his eyes being drawn like magnets towards Katara. She was chained (as he had so often been) to one of the stone pillars. His still-tender back seemed to flare in remembrance. Seeing her there sent a violent shudder rippling through his body.

Then guilt washed over him. It was his fault that Katara was here. He had put her in danger, making her a target of the Firelord.

For a moment their eyes locked. Aang had seen a great many things in Katara’s eyes: laughter, defiance, love. He’d seen curiosity, distrust, and even hatred. But he had never before seen her wide blue eyes so full of fear.

While meditating earlier this evening Aang had decided that he was done serving the Firelord, that he would bow to his wishes no more. He’d concluded that paying his own life for that dignity was a price that he could swallow, even with gratitude. However, he’d also recognized what price he could not pay. And that price was Katara. He simply could not put her life in jeopardy.

And yet, here she was. Every step Aang prayed to wake up from this nightmare.

Aang tore his eyes from Katara and they fell next upon Azula. Immediately, shame filled his gut as the Princess avoided his eye. Normally Azula was unreadable, shrewd and haughty. But in a single, flashing glance Aang could see open betrayal in her eyes. Not an hour ago, Aang had pretended to love her, pretended as though he would marry her in the morning. But all the while he’d been planning to run away. Aang looked away from Azula, unable to bear the hurt he could see in her face.

Aang approached the burning throne.

To not bow to the Firelord in his throne room was an act of supreme defiance. Despite his previous, lofty resolutions, the moment Aang arrived before the burning throne his knees nearly buckled to the floor, the urge to kowtow almost visceral. But he commanded his body to remain standing.

Ozai’s brow lowered in disapproval.

Azula caught Aang’s eye and gestured to the ground with a tilt of her head. He swallowed but ignored her. So she spoke to him, a surprising note of pleading in her whisper. “Kneel, Aang!”

But he consciously resisted the urge and remained standing.

The Firelord’s voice rang out loudly to the guards throughout the large room, “Leave us.” Aang kept his eyes on Ozai, but he could hear the clatter of armor as the guards exited. Aang had learned early on that as much as the Royal Family relied upon their servants, they did not appreciate witnesses who might wag their tongues about intimate family matters. And this was a family matter.

Ozai’s dismissal of the guards told Aang two things. One, Ozai was not afraid of Aang. And two, that what was to follow was to be hushed up, unwritten. If the Firelord wanted to, he could make whatever was to take place here tonight as though it had never happened.

As soon as the sounds of the guards leaving had subsided, Aang asked, “Why have you taken Master Katara?”

“Oh no,” Ozai’s voice resonated confidently, “the question is why have you come looking for her?” The Firelord let the damning words hang in the air for a long moment before adding quietly. “You betray me, my son.”

“No, I—“

“Do. Not. LIE. to. Me!” the Firelord roared.

Indignation spiked inside of Aang at the mention of lies and his tongue moved in defiant reply. “You’re the one who's been lying!”

The Firelord’s eyes opened wide in surprise at his insolence. Then the fire of the burning throne flared, causing invisible heat waves to blur Aang’s vision. He had to turn his face away from it.

“How dare you?” Ozai asked, the muscles of his chest rising and falling as he fumed.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth about my people?” Aang asked, sadness and betrayal tainting every word. “About how they died?”

“I did.”

“No!” Aang’s brows lowered in angry contradiction. “You told me they died in a plague. But they were murdered. By the Fire Nation!”

“Who told you such things?”

Aang didn’t turn his head, but his eyes flashed involuntarily towards Katara. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it’s true.”

Aang’s heart sank as Ozai’s gaze turned deliberately towards Katara. The Firelord brought his palms together and forward, parting the flames as he walked down the stairs and through the Eternal Flame to join them on the ground.

He strolled predatorily to Aang’s left, his eyes analyzing Katara. Aang held his breath.

“So the waterbender has a loose tongue.”

“No!” Aang pleaded anxiously, the image of Yuyuan arrows and burning stakes filling his senses, making his stomach lurch.

Slowly Ozai ran the coiled leather of the whip through his hands and pulled it taut with a snap. “I see now that reeducation ought to start with the waterbender.”

“No!” Aang stepped forward, his hand outstretched like he would stop the Firelord, but Ozai turned his harsh golden eyes upon Aang, freezing him where he stood. Frozen in the Firelord’s gaze, Aang was suddenly and irrationally a child again, thanking this man for his mercy while he beat him.

His knees automatically folded beneath him, bringing him bowing to the floor before the Firelord. His satchel clattered to the ground beside him as his forehead touched the cold marble in desperate submission. “Please, Father! She did nothing!”

Aang had thought that he was past this, that he’d thrown off his subservience to the Firelord. But habit and fear were powerful motivators, and he found himself feeling a sick sense of relief when he surrendered to them. This was how it had always been. How it was meant to be.

Aang kept his arrow on the floor as he waited for the Firelord’s permission to look up.

“This woman has told you lies.” Ozai’s boots walked slowly over and stopped in front of the cowering Avatar. “Rise.” Aang sat up obediently, his eyes downcast and his palms clammy with sweat.

“Oh my son,” Ozai said as he reached down and lifted Aang’s chin in his hand. “Your people were weak. So you search for meaning behind their loss. But there is none. They died for nothing. This water-witch has filled your head with half truths and blatant deceit. And now you have no idea who is lying and who is telling the truth.”

Aang tasted doubt.

He couldn’t look away from this man he’d feared for so long, this man he’d been taught to call Father. Aang had never known his own father, so the title had held little meaning for him. Only over time had the name come to gain meaning: now Father meant Dominion, Indebtedness, Fear and Unquestioning Obedience.

And sometimes it meant Pain.

“You’re a monster!” Katara’s voice rang out from his left. “How dare you deny the atrocities you and your forefathers have done!?”

Aang’s mouth went dry as Ozai dropped his hand from Aang’s jaw and turned towards Katara. “You will pay for your insolence, triber!”

“NO!” Aang lunged forward, grappling at Ozai’s feet as he begged. “Please, no! Don’t hurt her! Please let her be spared!” Panic gripped Aang’s thoughts, blurring everything else at the edges. No! Not Katara! He couldn’t let it happen to her too.

“You shame yourself, Aang,” Ozai said with distain as he looked down upon his groveling son. “But if you want to spare her so badly…” Aang could hear the sneer in his voice, “you will have to take her place.”

Like a trapped animal, Aang looked wide eyed at the chains on the first column. They had been left empty. For him. The chains terrified him far more than the whip. He sat back on his heels as his hands began to rub furiously at his wrists, fear overwhelming any coherent thought. He couldn’t! He couldn’t. Not again.

And yet he felt himself stand and walk woodenly to stand before the set of empty hanging manacles.

“Aang! No! Don’t!” Katara’s voice felt far away.

But he had to protect her. Had to keep her from the pain.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn’t. That he would be giving up his one chance at freedom. But now he knew that there hadn’t really been any freedom anyway. Disobedience always ended here.

Aang stood facing the stone, his vision a blur, his hand rubbing hard on his forearm. “I will. But you have to promise not to hurt Master Katara. You have to set her free!”

“Of course,” Ozai promised. “We will be sure she receives the glorious release befitting one of her Southern tribe.”

Unseeing, Aang raised his hands and felt the cold clutch of metal lock onto them forever.

…………………….

He didn’t even look at her when Azula closed the iron cuffs onto Aang’s wrists. He just stood there, eyes unblinking like a dead man on a spike.

She was angry at him! For coming here tonight. For seeking the waterbender!

And unaccountably… for giving up when Father asked for it.

He was a coward. But braver than anyone she’d ever known. Azula hated him. So badly she couldn’t look at him without her core surging painfully. Why? Surely she should want to kill him. And yet that wasn’t what she yearned for.

When Aang had walked into the room, Devastation had knocked the floor out from under Azula, like the trapdoor underfoot at the hangman’s noose. She had known he would come. And yet she had wished more than anything that he wouldn’t. Some small and stupid part of her had still hoped that he had been sleeping soundly in his room, planning to wake up in the morning and marry her. She had hoped that her suspicions were no more than Mai’s worthless lies.

Azula’s eyes turned toward her now. Mai. She stood leaning against the pillar across from them, silent and judging, her arms folded across her chest. A soundless, uncaring witness. Azula felt for the knife in her pocket, suppressing the urge to hurl it at her apathetic childhood friend who had ruined everything!

“This insubordination will be your last, Aang,” she heard Father say as he shook out the whip and let fire slowly lick its way down the length of it. “I will beat it out of you once and for all.”

Azula watched the fire devour the oil on the leather whip, and something inside of her plummeted. The flames seemed to laugh at her, making fleeting shapes on the ground as it slithered like a snake: her mother’s turtleducks, Zuzu’s knife, masked opera demons.

Azula clenched her eyes shut. Ty Lee was supposed to be here. Azula had sent for her already. She needed Ty Lee to be with her right now! Why wasn’t she here yet?

“Because she’s not coming.”

"Shut up!” Azula hissed at Mai who looked blankly back at her from under the shadow of her dark bangs.

“You know she will betray you too,” Mai’s raspy voice affirmed.

The whip whistled through the air with a crack. Aang jerked, but didn’t make a sound.

“No! Stop it!” Azula's thoughts screamed, but the words echoed through the room in the waterbender's voice.

Azula watched Aang intently. In his profile, she could see his jaw lock and his eyes clench shut tight as though in doing so he could disappear.

That same discomfort from last time crept up Azula’s spine, only this time even more strongly. The snap of the whip made her jump as though she’d been struck herself. She looked at Mai. “This is your fault!” Azula muttered to the specter. Mai simply shrugged, neither confirming nor denying anything.

“Remember that you are a murderer, Aang. A criminal. But who is it who has set you free?” Father asked.

Aang didn’t answer. So Father brought the whip down again. A long tear in Aang’s black shirt opened up, revealing welting pale skin underneath.

“Stop it!” the waterbender wailed. “Don’t hurt him, please!”

Ignoring her, Father asked, “Who rescued you from a just punishment, a life in the dungeons?”

More silence.

“Who has made you a prince?”

“Answer him, Aang!” Azula breathed low and urgent, willing him to speak! She watched as one edge of Aang’s shirt burned. A red coal against a black sky.

“Who?!” her father bellowed, still awaiting Aang’s reply. But Aang remained silent.

Azula flinched as the whip snapped again, echoing around the cavernous room.

“How can you let your husband suffer? I thought you loved him.”

It was Mother’s voice. Azula’s head turned towards Father’s throne behind the wall of fire. Mother sat upon it, her gentle hands folded demurely on her lap, her head tipped in disappointed judgment.

A lump rose in Azula’s throat. “I do…” she admitted weakly. “But he won’t love me back…”

Mai snorted, and Azula’s attention snapped back to her. Mai eyed the flaming whip and asked sarcastically, “I wonder why?”

“Answer me!” her Father bellowed angrily.

“Answer him!” Azula spoke to herself, an urgent fear for Aang beginning to grip her by the heart. “Answer Father!”

She looked at Aang’s face again. This time she was surprised to see his brow relaxed, a look of unfathomable calm on his face. “Jīvanakō pēya titō ra mīṭhō cha…”

“What?!” her father barked.

“Tyasailē ma yō sabai dhan'yavādakā sātha pi’unēchu.”

It was Aang’s native tongue. That asinine chant again! Azula’s eyes darted to her father’s face, knowing how much he despised when Aang spoke Air Nomad.

“Do not speak those heathen words!” The Firelord’s jaw clenched and his face reddened in fury.

But still Aang’s low voice chanted on, his eyes shut peacefully.

“They are dead.” Her father spat, the fire of the Eternal Flame rising, the heat in the room becoming stifling. “Maybe you wish you join them?”

“No!” Azula ejected, a terrorized shrillness in her voice. “Father, please! It’s not him. It’s… it’s the waterbender! She’s the one who poisoned him.”

Ozai paused, glaring critically at his daughter for a brief moment before agreeing. “Yes. Perhaps you’re right.” He then took several deliberate steps to his left, until he stood directly in front of the water peasant.

Aang’s chant cut off and his head snapped around.

The water woman’s icy blue eyes stared defiantly up at the Firelord.

Azula brought her hand up to her mouth, covering a delighted laugh that threatened to burst from her lips.

“Perhaps you will learn to hold your tongue, Aang,” Ozai said scathingly, “when you hear her cries!”

“Father, no!” Aang pulled against the chains. “You promised not to hurt her!”

But Father raised the whip high, and Azula let her laughter free.

……………….

“NO!” Aang shouted. The muscles of his core contracted as he dug his feet into the floor, causing the stone in front of him to rumble. He then slammed his shoulder into the pillar, causing a crack to spider rapidly up the column to where the root of his chain was buried deep in the stone. He yanked hard, sending the metal anchor and the attached chain sailing through the air and coming down upon the burning whip as it snapped towards Katara. The chain landed with a crack of marble at Ozai’s feet, pinning the leather whip under it.

The Firelord jumped back, his eyes widening in shocked surprise.

Before now, Aang had never so much as directed a gust of wind toward Ozai. The Firelord had witnessed Aang fight scores of times, but this was the first time Aang had ever directed his power at him.

Aang felt a terrified thrill zing though him at the recklessness of it. But he had been pushed too far. Aang had been willing to bear the whip. He would wear the chains. But he would not let them hurt Katara.

“Aang!” Azula plead, a note of desperation in her voice. “Don’t be a fool. Father can still forgive you!”

But Ozai turned his cold eyes upon Aang and stood up tall, squaring his broad shoulders to face his surrogate son. “No,” he sneered, “I don’t believe I can. You have dishonored me for the last time, Avatar!”

The Firelord lunged backward, pulling the wall of Eternal Flame suddenly towards Aang. Barely able to turn in time, Aang brought his still shackled hands up in defense, going down on one knee to hide from the heat. Pushing his palms together, he bent the fire, barely cutting through the bulk of the surging flames. But the metal on his arms quickly grew blisteringly hot. Aang cried out in pain and fell back on his hip, lifting his arms to his mouth and blowing a mighty icy wind onto the metal.

Aang heard Ozai laugh, and then felt his hands yanked violently backward by the chain, sprawling him roughly onto his seared back. Immediately the chain was yanked viciously again, and Aang cursed silently as the metal tore into his wrists, the pull nearly dislocating his shoulders.

From the floor, Aang tipped his head backward just in time to see Ozai punch a fireball towards him. Aang rolled to dodge it. But another came immediately after. Aang tried to roll onto his knees, but again he was yanked forward, this time onto his stomach, his chin hitting the marble hard, causing his teeth to rattle. Pain blurred his vision, but he shook his head, blinking furiously to refocus his eyes. When his vision returned he saw Ozai holding the end of the chain with one hand, his other hand fisted and pulled back, ready to shoot another flame at the prostrate Avatar.

The Firelord thrust his hand out, palm forward, unleashing a scorching, continuous pillar of fire directly at Aang. Aang yelped and rolled, windmilling his legs to give him an airbending speed boost, sending his body rolling like a bottle towards the middle of the room. Ozai’s fire followed him, but not quickly enough, the speed of Aang’s retreat taking the Firelord by surprise. Aang’s roll caused the long chain to coil up tightly, twisting out of Ozai’s hand when Aang popped up onto his feet and tugged hard on the chain.

Aang’s head was still spinning when his feet touched down on the tiles, giving him a powerful sense of vertigo, but regardless, he quickly stomped on the chain and, holding his hands low to the ground, commanded a sharp spike of earth to thrust upward, chopping the chain off at his wrists. His two hands were still tethered together, but at least he was now free from the cumbersome chain.

“You ingrate!” Ozai spat as he stalked toward Aang, punching scorching plumes of fire at Aang as he went. Aang had never encountered a more aggressive firebender. Ozai did not share the grace or precision of Azula, but he made up for it in sheer power! Even being the Avatar, Aang felt the feebleness of each of his blocks, the heat from Ozai’s offenses still breaking through his shields and putting him always on the defensive.

“I gave you everything,” Ozai raged. “Your life, your freedom. Wealth, political power! My daughter’s hand! I treated you as a son, and yet you dishonor me!”

“None of that was for me,” Aang answered hollowly, trying to mask the hurt in his voice as he walked backwards to keep as much distance between him and Ozai as he could. His feet crossed as he walked, circling to always remain near the center of the room, the airbender in him ever wary of getting backed into a corner. “I was nothing more than a weapon to you.”

“And look at what a worthless one you’ve turned out to be!” Ozai fumed. But then he laughed, a great belly sound that held no mirth, only mockery. “Avatar! Master of All Four Elements! And yet all I still see is a scared, ignorant little boy. Coming here and pledging everything to protect a lowly watertribe peasant!”

Aang’s attention darted to Katara—she was struggling against the chains, panic etched on her face. Thus far he’d tried to stay as far away from Katara as he could, afraid of getting her caught in the crossfires. But his concern heightened. Ozai knew how much Katara meant to him now. Aang had to get her out of here, fast! But how? Currently he had his shackled hands full just keeping from being burnt to a crisp by Ozai’s fire.

“Father!” Aang heard Azula scream as she paced, agitated and wringing her hands on the sidelines. “Please! The Avatar is… confused!”

“Quiet, Azula!” Ozai barked. “I was a fool to think that an Air Nomad could ever amount to anything useful.”

At this moment, Ozai suddenly took three running steps towards Aang—each foot jet-bursting fire—and jumped, fire-propelling himself towards Aang. The Firelord brought both his arms downward in a powerful, fiery chop on top of Aang.

Aang brought his bound hands up to block Ozai, but the power of the Firelord’s blow knocked Aang down to his knee. An immediate right hook from Ozai cuffed Aang hard in the jaw, snapping his head to the right and leaving a screaming after-sensation of sizzling skin. Stumbling backward to his feet, Aang was immediately knocked down again, each of Ozai’s fists leaving burning pain behind them.

"At least one of my worthless sons will be eliminated tonight. Although it’s a pity. I’d had such high hopes for you, Aang."

A hard knee to the gut left Aang gasping and doubled over at the waist. Ozai gripped Aang’s head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, and threw him bodily onto the hard marble floor. As he tumbled, skidding to an ungraceful stop, pain erupted everywhere. With his hands still bound, he tried to prop himself up on one elbow, tried to crawl away, but he was disoriented now, and Ozai seemed to be everywhere. The Firelord landed a swift kick to Aang’s torso, turning him onto his back once again. Ozai then descended upon him, placing his full weight in one knee on Aang’s chest, pinning his chained hands beneath him.

Raising his fist up by his ear, Ozai ignited a white-hot fire-dagger, ready to stab a final, lethal blow. “Now you will join the rest of your people! The last of your worthless race!”

In an instant, Aang’s people flashed before him—a surreal pause before death. Aang saw them laughing and teasing while they ate together. Pictured them growing their gardens, caring for the baby bison, and passing on the endlessly circling forms of airbending as the winds swirled in their orange and sunshine colored robes. He heard the resonating hum of their early morning chants, their blue-arrowed brows relaxed in meditation. His people had been a colorful array of individuals, each with both aggravating and endearing traits, but all, in one way or another, seeking a life of peace and enlightenment.

A legacy he would not let die with him.

Aang’s eyes snapped to the blinding fire dagger in Ozai’s hand, and he sucked in a sharp, precise airbending breath. The dagger in Ozai’s hand sputtered and then went out, even as he brought it down in attack.

Aang had stollen the fire’s oxygen. A trick Gyatso had taught him long ago for putting out their own camp fires. It had been a game between the two of them, to see if Aang could extinguish the fire, even if Gyatso played defense, feeding the flames while Aang tried to smother them. It had been a very difficult game.

One that now saved Aang’s life.

As Ozai’s now empty fist stabbed downward, Aang pushed his shoulder blades into the marble floor, earthbending the stone under his back to tilt steeply, flipping his legs upward and his head and shoulders down into the floor. The unanticipated rotation caused Ozai’s already forward moving body to launch forward, just as Aang heaved upward under Ozai’s knee with his bound hands, throwing the Firelord ungraceful off of him.

With an airbending assist, Aang completed the back-somersault he’d begun and landed on his feet beyond Ozai. Stomping hard on the ground, a fast spike of earth burst from the ground and broke through the chain that held his wrists together. As if in one continuous motion, Aang circled his arms wide to his sides and brought them calmly in front of him, palms forward, all his weight in his back foot, his front knee lifted so that only the toes of that foot still touched the ground.

The Firelord growled and righted himself, pushing up on his hands and knees before shooting bursts of fire from his palms to propel him back up onto his feet. He sank immediately into a fighting pose.

The two of them stood facing one another, the Last Airbender and the Firelord.

Only now, Aang felt no fear.

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gallickingun · 3 years

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Hi I saw that thirsts were open and ✨oh boy✨ I would let Tsukishima Kei degrade me to hell with no remorse ✌🏻

tw: degradation; “sir”; dacryphilia; after-care because i am weak and need to be told im pretty; also a little bit of praise but not necessarily praise kink lol;

ps, reminder that ~drabble~ requests are OPEN! this includes sfw/nsfw for bnha, haikyuu, dragon ball, avatar, or jujutsu kaisen!

Your chin wobbles and your eyes look like glass, your fragility projected in your sweet little irises. Tsukishima smirks, tugging his lower lip into his mouth by his canine tooth, “What are you crying for? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.”

The plush of your ass is red, throbbing with welts and begging for mercy. You grit your teeth and try to keep your muscles from flexing too much, the pain rippling through you with each small movement. You dig your head into the pillow so you don’t have to look over your shoulder at his condescending tawny gaze, almost like he is glowering down at you for having the audacity to take up the same space, even though you two have shared this apartment for nearly a year.

“I should give you something to cry about,” he licks his lips and digs the heel of his palm into the small crevice between your shoulder blades, shoving your chest down into the mattress.

To accent his words, he grips your hip with the hand not preoccupied with pinning you to the sheets, blunt nails dug harshly into your skin until he’s left evidence of his presence behind. A sob rips from your lungs, but is muffled by the down of the pillow you stifle yourself with. Tsukishima huffs out a snicker and resumes his relentless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass reminding you of how harsh his hands were mere moments prior.

“K-Kei,” you garble his name, drool seeping from the curve of your lips as you whine, trying to move your hips to no avail, his iron grip on your waist unwavering. Another smack is slashed across your backside and you still your body, squinting out tears, soaking the pillow beneath you.

You feel the uncharacteristically soft plush of his lips press to your shoulder, and your body relaxes under the administration of the affections. It is but a quick reprieve before his harsh, calloused palms and biting words make their return.

A cry parts your lips when Tsukishima’s middle finger presses against the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your hips, ruthless in his ministrations. You warn him through driveled words that you’re going to make a mess on him, that you’re going to unravel if he continues to touch you like this. You’re not sure if you’re speaking coherently, but it’s all the talk you can afford at a moment like this.

“Filthy little whore,” Tsukishima huffs against your throat, nipping at your ear each time his body ruts up into you. The quick, salacious drag of his cock against your innermost parts is a mixture of pleasure and painstaking ache. He snickers when you wriggle your hips, begging quietly for more than he’s giving you, “Such an eager little bitch. God, you’re so desperate. Aren’t you?”

Your hands scramble behind your back to try and seek out his wrist, his forearm, or his knee. Something, anything, to anchor you before you float away. A weak little, “please, Kei,” trembles from your lips and he sighs like you’re the biggest inconvenience known to man. Even still, a palm reaches forward and presses into the mattress, close enough that you can angle your wrist to wrap your delicate fingers around his pulse point, counting each thud of his veins to bring yourself back to earth.

“So needy,” his tone holds no malice this time, although you suspect he didn’t originally mean for it to come out so tenderly. Tsukishima clears his throat and pistons forward into you to try to get you to forget any benign slip of the tongue he might have made. A high-pitched whine makes your throat ache and he rolls his eyes, a motion you catch with the way your chin is tucked against your shoulder, “What, your fingers can’t make you feel like this? You can’t figure this out on your own? How pathetic.”

You know if you come now, he’ll punish you for it later, since he hasn’t given you permission to fall apart on his cock just yet. His moan is guttural to the point that it sounds like he’s growling when you clamp down on him, your walls begging for reprieve.

He does not grant you the solace you are so desperately searching for, instead peeling his touch from your clit to pinch at your nipple, the sharp lightning strike to your sensitive bud making you keen. Your head slams back into his collarbone and you whimper at the pain of bone on bone, but Tsukishima is as steady and resilient as they come. His voice is low and gravelly in your ear, patronizing to the perfect degree, “I swear to God if you come before I tell you to, you won’t know what pleasure is for weeks. Do you understand?”

Your body is worn out, overstimulation making your cunt flex and your thighs quiver under the strain of holding yourself up for so long. You gulp and sniffle and you cannot react or respond to him, your mouth unable to catch up to your mind.

“I expect an answer,” his tone is clipped and a fresh bout of tears well up in your eyes, but the way he speaks does little to quell the slick between your thighs. Each slap of his hand and his words only washes a new wave of arousal between the walls of your cunt, translucent white dripping down his cock and staining the bed until the sheets are damp.

“Y-Yes,” you manage, nodding so hard your whole body shakes.

The world ceases to spin but your mind cannot stop, so you’re stuck somewhere between upright and dizzy.

Tsukishima’s mouth is close to your ear, the bow of his lips dragging along your lobe, “I hope I misheard you, or did you really not address me properly? Are you looking for a punishment, brat?”

Before you can answer, Tsukishima’s palm strikes your ass several times, until you’re foaming at the mouth with an apology, “Yes sir, yes sir! I promise I-I understand, I-I’m sorry!” And you’re not sure how many times you beg for his mercy, for his forgiveness, but you do so until you’re unable to speak. Between the way his cock spears your cunt, tapping against your spine with each thrust, and the sweet yet poisonous words that fall from his maw, you can’t hold yourself back any longer.

And so you beg.

You beg and you beg and you beg for him to either stop his torturous actions or let you feel the ecstasy of release. Your hands claw at him until you leave trails of red on his pale skin, your tears soak the pillow until you cannot make out a dry spot of fabric, and your knees knock mercilessly into his hips to try and still his movements. What you cannot see through the bleariness of your tears and subservient haze is the glint in his irises, honey bleeding down his spine until he feels the sickeningly sweet taste of it in his gut. As if by some form of osmosis he can taste the thick of your cream as you drip down his balls, and he can’t stop himself when he sneers, “Making a mess on these sheets, sweetheart, what a filthy little thing you are.”

“Please,” your voice is so small, so fragile, and Tsukishima feels that familiar twinge in his gut when you fixate your pouting gaze on him. He grits his teeth and turns you so you’re on your back, ankle hooked by his shoulder, only this position does little to help you stave off the impending doom of your orgasm.

“Gonna listen to me, yeah?” his words are rushed and you know that means he is near the end of his patience and his resolve. Tsukishima grunts and his eyes screw shut, hips pausing so he is buried to the hilt, “When I tell you to come, you better come.”

Your teeth clang together with the ferocity in which you nod to tell him you’re listening, and that you will obey. Tsukishima’s cock pulses within your walls, and the reaction makes you cant your hips forward and your eyes roll back just enough that he feels feral at the sight.

“C’mon then,” Tsukishima near-growls in your ear, pressing his chest against yours as his body begs for the closeness this near to pleasure. His hips bruise your supple skin and your fingernails find the flesh of his shoulders to make your own mark, both of you branding the other in the heated moments of ecstasy. He nips your jaw and noses your cheek, voice dropping an octave and you feel the molten magma churn in your belly, “Make a mess on my cock.”

As if that final phrase, one of permission and wanton lust, sets your body free.

A sobbing whine sits pretty on your tongue, eyes screwed shut as you clutch him with whatever parts of yourself you can find within you to move closer. His torso leans back, eyes raking appreciatively over your shaking frame before settling on the conjunction of your body and his. Amber irises narrow as he watches his dick slide between your folds, dripping with your combined arousal, and his whole body shudders.

His name rakes from the back of your throat and it burns but you can’t focus on anything other than the gushing of your insides, aborted thrusts bringing your hips closer as you grip his biceps with unabashed intensity. Your cunt feels warm and you chock it up to your own orgasm, but then you feel Tsukishima’s cock softening slightly, the head of his pulling away from your cervix as he works himself through his own high.

“K-Kei,” your wobbling voice forces his eyelids to open, warm irises seeking out the sight of you.

“You did good,” his mouth finds yours and a soft kiss is volleyed between the two of you, “Proud of you.”

Your eyes are still blown wide, pupils swallowing the color of your irises. Tsukishima nudges his nose against your jaw and kisses faintly down your jugular until he reaches your collarbone, a teasing lick administered to the prickled skin. Your hands go slack against his shoulders, kneading at the muscled plane until you feel your soul settle.

“Did good,” you echo, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I listened!”

Tsukishima laughs, only this time it is genuine and free of it’s usual sarcastic lilt. He massages your thighs and kisses your ankle before resting your legs back against the mattress, still caged between your knees. He nods, reaching up with one hand to brush his knuckle against your cheek, “Yeah, you did. And what happens to pretty girls who listen?”

His kisses trail between your breasts and down over the bulge of your belly until his mouth is hovered over your core, your words and his overlapping as you watch him in awe, his pink tongue slipping from between his lips to accentuate the end of his sentence and yours.

“They get rewarded.”

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dearestones · 3 years

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Self Care (Asmodeus x Male! Reader)

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol/drinking.

@dicksoutformtl Request: hello~! would you be ok with writing obey me asmo x male reader? for the prompt I was wondering if you could write a hurt|comfort with asmo being comforted by reader? I’m not very good with uh coming up the actual reason but I just wanna like really cradle and love on asmo lately q w q ) If not that’s completely ok too I’m gonna be spamming likes with your blog so don’t mind me

Despite the fact that he was a renowned aficionado for parties and an extrovert by nature, Asmo’s room was a haven of comfort and relaxation. You’ve noticed upon multiple visits that his room was always brightly lit with warm fluorescence, almost as if he was trying to give off the impression that you were still on earth and sunlight was streaming through the windows. During your first few visits, you sincerely thought that maybe the Avatar of Lust must have stolen sunshine like Prometheus had stolen fire from the gods.

Your theory had some merit at first.

The flowers that had sprung from his bed and on sconces around the room were actually growing and required maintenance every so often. However, much to your surprise, Asmo had informed you that the plants didn’t need sunlight to survive and that he just used special witch lights to create that same atmosphere you would associate with early afternoon sunlight.

Regardless of the light source, you always felt instantly safe and cozy within Asmo’s room. Often, if you felt overwhelmed and you didn’t want to visit the planetarium or the library, you would find yourself knocking on Asmo’s door more often than not. Sometimes, he would cajole you into a spa day to keep your mind off things or you would snuggle up inside of Asmo’s hanging chair that hung near his window.

Today, you weren’t feeling particularly rundown. Rather, you wanted to hang out with Asmo because, if you were feeling honest, it felt like you haven’t been hanging with him all too often. So, after making sure to say your goodbyes to the brother that you had visited earlier, you finally walked through the grand hallways of the House of Lamentation and towards the Avatar of Lust’s room.

There, like always, you knocked upon his door in your own unique pattern and waited.

Patiently.

Now, at this point in time, Asmo would usually call out if he was busy or immediately open the door for you.

You were, after all, his favorite human.

(Besides Solomon, but now is not the time or place to talk about him).

For a few seconds longer than normal, you merely stared up at the door, your brows furrowed in confusion. Was he in the bathroom? Had he gone out? Was he taking a nap?

While all suggestions could be considered valid, you had to find fault in your conjectures.

For one, Asmo allotted his time in the bathroom very early in the mornings so as to not interfere with the rest of the day unless he had a big date or party planned in the evening. Furthermore, he would have announced it in the family group chat that he would be going out—so that conclusion was quickly shot down. And lastly—

Asmo was no Belphegor.

Sleeping was good for the skin, but Asmo was too busy and energetic to even think about sleeping more than his required time for beauty sleep.

So, what was wrong?

You had wandered around the house before coming to Asmo’s room and you were aware that aside from the rest of the brothers, Asmo wasn’t one of them. He should be in his room.

But why was he so silent?

Refusing to let worry color your voice, you began to speak. “Hey, Asmo! Are you in there?”

When you could hear no answer, you briefly considered your options. For one, you could just leave. Perhaps Asmo was busy on his phone and needed privacy. However, you were still somewhat worried and frankly, once you were worried, it took a lot for you to get rid of such worry. Because of that, you reasoned with yourself that opening the door wouldn’t harm anybody—it wasn’t like Asmo to go into full demon form if you happened to catch him at a bad time.

(In fact, he had hinted several times that he wouldn’t mind getting caught in the middle of something).

Slowly, you grasped the handle of his doorknob and swung it open. For the first time since you had been granted access into his room, it was dark. The only source of light that pervaded the darkness came from the hallways outside. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black atmosphere, you could only see the faint outline of his bed and accompanying canopy, the glint of the mirror that happened to catch the light from the hallway.

To your disappointment, Asmo appeared as if he wasn’t there.

Yet—

You could hear something. It was faint and could be passed off as one of the ghosts of the House of Lamentation playing tricks on you, but it felt too coincidental for that to happen. Swiping on the home screen for the app for your flashlight, the bright beam managed to bring light into the room. Asmo wasn’t hiding in his room, but you knew… You knew that his bathroom was going to be your next best bet.

Careful now, you tiptoed to his private bathroom and knocked on the closed door.

“Asmo! It’s me,” you clarified unnecessarily. “Your favorite human wants to hang out today if that’s okay with you!”

Still silence.

“Okay, I’m going inside of your bathroom whether you like it or not!” In an attempt to garner at least some sort of reaction, you added, “And I’m going to steal some of your limited edition moisturizer so that I can treat Mammon to dinner later!”

The instant you mentioned Mammon’s name, the door flew right open and you were staring at—

Who were you staring at?

The tall man who stood in front of you looked like Asmo, but it didn’t seem like Asmo For one, while Asmo made sure to keep his hair well brushed and gleaming even under the dimmest of lights, it looked like it hadn’t been combed through in days. His face, usually smooth and wrinkle free were downturned in a ferocious frown. Meanwhile, the clothing that would have the designers of Majolish fainting in envy made it seem like he was borrowing from Levi’s limited wardrobe.

Stunned, but too polite to say anything, you took a step back.

“A-asmo? Are you getting ready for a—”

The demon leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes closing underneath heavily drooping lids. It was at that point that you realized that there was a scent emanating from him… Although not exactly unpleasant, it was far from the pleasing fragrances that he usually wore. Was that—?

“Are you drinking Demonus,” you asked. Without waiting for his input, you poked your head around him to see that there were a number of bottles lying on the floor and a few standing at attention on top of the rim of his tub.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that demons are naturally territorial of their space?” He cocked a brow at you, and if you hadn’t known him as long as you had, you would have felt somewhat threatened. Despite his low voice—indicative of how out of sorts he must have been—you stood tall and firm. “Careful there, little human, you could end up losing your soul.”

As his voice trailed off, you reached forward and brushed a few stray locks of his hair from his face. Some of the longer strands seemed slick with grease, lacking the shine and gleam of well conditioned hair. Normally, he would have caught your hand before you could have touched him in an attempt to flirt with you while also simultaneously keeping his physical beauty pristine. However, all he did was lean more heavily against the doorframe, his eyes slowly closing as his body seemed to hunch over. Confused and now fully concerned, you pressed a hand agains this forehead, noting how his skin was creased with natural wrinkles.

“I could end up losing my soul,” you admit, “but it’s worth it if I end up helping said territorial demon.”

For the first time since Asmo had opened up his bathroom door, you heard him chuckle a little to himself and the bright light in his eyes—while somewhat diminished—had returned.

“You’re too good for me, my little prince.”

You smile at such flattery before slightly nudging Asmo into the bathroom. Usually, whenever you were feeling down, the fifth born brother would spoil you rotten and make you feel better by immersing you in the comforts of his personal bathroom. Now that Asmo was feeling down, you felt that it was time for you to return the favor.

You sat Asmo down onto the side of his bathtub as you began running the water to his desired temperature. Since he was a demon, you made sure that it was boiling hot and ready to scald your skin should you accidentally splash yourself. Besides that, you began rounding up all of the bottles of Demonus and placing them atop another counter so that Asmo wouldn’t be as inclined to start drinking again and that it would remain out of the way while you continued to recreate those spa days you would have with your dear friend.

As you worked, you felt Asmo’s eyes stare at you. You kept yourself busy, but every so often, you would glance back at the strawberry blond and each time, you felt something inside of you wrench with heartbreak.

Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you sat beside the blond and asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

He smiled at you, all softness and no edges.

“No, my dear,” his face fell slack and he looked away from you. “You’re doing everything right.”

Your hand brushed his cheek and you felt him lean into your touch. As his eyes fluttered shut, he breathed out a sigh and wrapped you up in his arms.

Melting into his arms, you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He was silent for a moment before shaking his head.

“I… Can we just relax for a few hours,” he whispered into the crook of your neck. His voice was so soft, so vulnerable, you didn’t hesitate.

“Of course, Asmo.” Your fingers brushed through his hair and massaged his scalp. “We can talk about it later if you want, but we don’t have to.”

For a moment, the both of you remained silent as the water in his bath continued to bubble and boil. Even though you had no idea what was wrong with Asmo, you knew that doing this would be more than enough to make sure that he was doing well and all right.

And for now, that was enough.

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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⛓️Taken⛓️

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Hey can I request a wei beifong x metal bender!reader were when they are fighting the red Lotus she gets captured and tortured? He goes crazy trying to find her and when they do she is badly hurt. I just want some angst with fluff at the end.

A/N; oh hell yeah. this is ANGST at it’s finest, we love a man in uniform to kick some fucking ass, also in this oneshot we are going to pretend they stayed in zaofu for like two months ^^ rock and roll buckroo

Pairing; Wei Beifong x Fem Metalbender!Reader

Warnings; Kiddnaping, torture, angst, descirption of wounds, cursing

Honestly, everything seemed okay at the time. You were apart of Team Avatar, just growing up as a kid on the streets you found Bolin and Mako, and they decided to take care of you. Birds of a feather stick together. Because you were apart of Team Avatar you got to travel with them to find the rest of the new airbenders. Asumi appreciated having a metalbender on a metal airship. Like, if there’s a dent you’ll bend it out ya know?

Being a metalbender meant you are also an earthbender, you never really liked bending rocks and stuff, plus you could manipulate metal into whatever you imagine. Knives, swords, bracelets, literally anything. When you arrived at Zoafu, you were amazed by how everyone manipulated the metal. A boy had caught your eye, his name was Wei Beifong. He was a twin to a brother named Wing, both the youngest of the family. That was amazing to you, being the youngest one of this entire group.

You both had a lot in common, shared the same sense of humor and competitiveness. You clicked immediately. Fell in love even, he was the flirt that always made you blush. “You look amazing today.” “Green is a great color on you.” “Wow, do you just metalbend? Because something else his bending up.” You always got flustered and stopped what you were doing. If you were bending while he said any of that? It stops immediately and the metal crashes to the ground.

Wei finally asked you out, and you became his girlfriend. You were so fucking happy and so was he. The relationship was amazing, everything was so pure and loving, practicing bending together, cuddles, power naps. Everything with him made you happy. Everyone was so happy for you, Mako and Bolin has never ever seen you that happy. Your smile was simply beautiful and everyone noticed. Korra, your close gal pal noticed more, happy about it.

Everything changed when the Red Lotus attacked.

Korra was being abducted by them, and because you shared a room with the young Avatar, they took you as well. Knocked you out by hitting your head since they didn’t have another tranquilizer. Your head was bleeding from the force of the blow to your head, leaving a small droplet trail of blood. Pabu woke Mako and Bolin up, both waking up to fight and hopefully save both of you.

They all tried their best, Wei fought with his aunt and mother to let him go down to save you but being a mother, Suyin refused. They weren’t able to get you, they were fast but Ming-Hua was faster, basically encapsulating your body in water. Bubbles of oxygen rose up to the top, everyone watched in horror as the last bubble rose from your mouth and nose.

The Red Lotus immediately took you to the hideout that would eventually hold Korra. You woke up to a burning sensation in your chest, you rolled over and started to vomit up water mixed with the last thing you ate. Your head was pounding as you finally regained your vision that was blurry. Your clothing wasn’t the same as what you had on when you went to sleep the other night. More like rags.

“Don’t bother trying to bend.” A man’s voice said, causing you to flinch and turn towards the voice. A man with tanned skin, broad shoulders, long black hair, and a small and thin mustache. You didn’t recognize this man so your face of confusion caused him to sigh. “I am Ghazan.” Okay, that name rang a bell. You heard of him from adults while growing up, he’s an earthbending master with the unique ability to lavabend. Metalbending was already a substyle of earthbending, but he was the only one you have ever heard of that could lavabend. Even growing up you thought it was a myth.

He also was a criminal, everything was making sense now. You tried to stand up but your chains and registrants only jiggled. “Yuh-You don’t know who I-I am.” You state, fear overtaking your body as if you could sense his power, and that fucking scared you. “You don’t think an earthbending master can’t tell one of their own?” Your eyes widened in which Ghazan just smirked and chuckled softly. “I didn’t know which type but, your face confirmed that suspension.” “Bastard.” You mumbled under your breath earning a slap to the face. “Watch your tone. You are not in control here.”

Your eyes watered from the hit, your left cheek started to sting from that slap. You tried to bend the chains away to no avail. “Yeah keep trying, you can’t bend platinum.” Ghazan taunted and backed up to the doorway. That’s when you realized you were in a wooden cage, suspending above the ground. You started to panic. “What do you want with me?! I’m not important.” You yell, thinking that they could let you go, they obviously wouldn’t.

“We’ve been doing our best.” Kuvira said to Wei Beifong, who had been worried sick for you for two weeks now. “Well try HARDER.” He hissed and stormed off. “Wei…” Wing sighed and ran after his brother. “Listen, we all care about her and we are looking for her but there’s only so much we can do.” Wing explained to his brother that was now fuming with hatred and anger. “You didn’t care for Y/n the same way I did! You don’t understand how I fell! The person I love his captured and possibly being tortured-” His voice cracked as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. “I don’t even want to think about it.” He sniffled and quickly wiped his eyes before turning down the hall.

Your screams were deafening, this was mostly because Ghazan was burning you with lava, Ming-Hua delicately stabbing your sides with ice spikes, and Zaheer suffocating you then letting you slip unconscious. You felt so weak, like you were on the verge of death but they wouldn’t let you die. That was the worst punishment for you. You just wanted to die or see your friends and boyfriend again. Blood trickled down your leg as you blinked back tears from the spike stabbing your left thigh. Your throat was raw from screaming, so you didn’t even bother with it. Why scream? It’s been clear for weeks that no one was coming to your aid.

To your understanding, it has been five weeks since they originally brought you here. Yes, you were fed, dressed, cleaned, and you had been given water, but doesn’t mean the torture ever stopped. Each passing week they took their frustrations out on you, until you heard other’s come, murmurs of them being Airbenders. ‘Opal, oh my god Opal is with the airbenders.’

“Opal! Jinora! Ikki!” You scream, your voice cracking and raw, that’s when you saw then, under your cage. Oh no, these bastards took children? You weren’t anywhere close to the ground so you couldn’t even help them, shit. “Y/n? Oh my spirits you’re okay!” Opal said happily and looked up at you. “Wei? Is-Is he okay?” You whisper weakly and grip the wooden planks with your bloody and bruised body. “He’s worried, hopefully they’ll be here soon…”

It was easy, Korra is going to let the airbenders go and then they would reveal your location. Wei was nervously waiting along with the rest of the Zaofu soldiers, shaking from the anticipation and worry for his girlfriend. “She better be alive.” He mumbled under his breath as they waited on the side of the cliff, remembering the moment he found out you were taken.

Wei’s face fell when Bolin told him what had happened to you, his girlfriend, HIS Y/n. “What?” He snapped, his voice and expression going dark with murderous like intent. “Wei calm down-” Wing started, “Don’t FUCKING tell me what to do.” Wei snapped at his brother and whipped back around to Bolin. “So you’re telling me, you had her, you had them knocked out, and YET you didn’t fucking grab her? You had her in your sights and you didn’t do shit? Ha...haha.” He started to laugh a ran a shaky hand through his hair as tears started to flow down. “She’s gone...and it’s all of YOUR fault.” Wei made the ground beneath him bend into a crater as his emotions got stronger at the loss. He shoved Bolin back and stormed off, leaving a trail of tears behind.

Wei Beifong was shattered at the loss of his first love. He never gave up hope on finding her, he made SURE everyone was looking for you. No stone was left unturned when searching for you. He was so hurt by this, he swore that the Red Lotus would be fucking obliterated for laying a finger on his Y/n.

Your vision blurred when seeing a familiar tanned skinned girl in blue, but your ears worked. “Strap the Avatar to the platinum chains, and let that earthbender down, she’s too weak to even hold her head up. Bring her to where the Avatar will be held.” The familiar voice spoke, Zaheer. Fuck sake, you were gonna die. You let out a bitter chuckle as you were dragged out of the cell by Ming-Hua and her waterbending. “You’re going to try and kill the Avatar yeah? Good luck, she’s a tough nut to crack. I doubt you’ll be able to do it.”

Taunting earned you a firm slap to the face which made your vision get spotty and blurry for a second while your head spun. “Do you really want your last word to be bitter and taunting?” Ming asked with snark in her tone. “How’d you know? Really, I’ve been begging for the past three weeks now, thank you for finally taking that request.” You said faintly and breathlessly as you felt yourself loose consciousness. “Fuh...Fuck you...you…” You whisper as you tried to fight the sleep. ‘Damn, I really failed again huh? This shit sucks.’

Your ears rang as your eyes fluttered open, you heard movement, the earth under you was moving, you felt every vibration, you heard whooshes of fire, and a voice. Bolin? Mako? “...Y/n?! Y/n!” The familiar voice of Bolin called out to you. You coughed and looked around, moving your head. “Bo...lin?” You were weak, your voice showed that. “We have to go.” Mako said as he ran over to you, the entire cave seemed to shake. “If I’m going down, SO ARE YOU!” Ghazan yelled as boulders crashed down. The firebender scooped you up in his arms as he ran, Bolin following close behind. “Don’t drop her!” “I am not going to drop her! She weighs like nothing Bolin!” You laughed softly at their sibling bickering.

“Tha...Thank you...Mako.” You whisper weakly, cupping his cheek. “Y/n save your energy.” Mako said, all big brother like because that’s our beloved mako. You squinted when you got outside. “Y/N?!” Wei’s voice snapped you toward the boy. He rushed over and took you from Mako’s arms. “What...what did they do to you?”

Your legs were covered in burns, gashes, bruises, your collarbone had semi-deep cuts, bruises around your neck, black eye, busted lip, bleeding nose. There wasn’t one place that wasn’t injured. Your hands seemed to be the worst. Your fingertips seemed like they were shaved down, your nails ripped out, and your knuckles bloody and bruised.

“That doesn’t matter…” You whisper, tears running down your cheeks. “You came for me?” Your voice was soft, almost in disbelief. “Y/n, I never stopped looking.” Wei whispered back and took your hand, kissing your bloody knuckles. “Your safe now.” He said calmly as he noticed you shaking and trembling. Six weeks, that’s how long you were there. Finally, you were safe.

✨Epilogue✨

After a year of healing, you were finally able to do everything you did before you were kidnapped. When you were found, you had brain trauma from the constant suffocating and you had some nerve damage. You recovered, not fully but enough to be able to nothing for yourself, you regained your comfortability to bend again! Wei was with you every step of the way. He did his best to help you and honestly? That was enough for you. You had grown closer with his family as well, them being your family too now. I mean, you were obviously going to marry Wei so everyone accepted it.

You fought along side them when Kuvira was being like, a major bitch, and Toph had taken a liking to you! After everything happened, a few years later once Wei and you turned 20 you finally had a wedding. Everyone was so happy, Bolin was your maid of honor because he apparently called dibs. You looked simply beautiful and Wei started crying because after everything, he’s just happy to have you, safe and sound.

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obeymeaskme · 3 years

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Obey Me!: Human and Demon Hearts!

A/N: I will be pinning a master list for ALL chapters uploaded, and adding links to said master list!

Chapter One: The Arrivals (2/2)

Word Count: 2213

Rating: 18+

Lights had filled the room. Purples, reds, greens, blues, yellows, golds, and pink flooded around the house like snakes searching for it's meal. Finding their targets still fast asleep, they coiled around their bodies until they were both covered head to toe. In almost an instant their bodies were swallowed whole, and the colored fog had disappeared as soon as they arrived. Leaving no one in their wake. Just the house. Empty of any breathing soul.

Through the closed eyes of the young girls, the colors still swirled. They were almost hypnotized by it. To each of their own the colors formed happy dreams, calming scents, and other promising visions. Even then, a black haze had started taking over. Though they were not awake their bodies had felt the shift and difference in their surroundings. Their skin no longer felt the soft warm beds. Now they lay flat on their backs upon two cushioned slabs. The air around them had grown hot, and uncomfortable. Their dreamy visions had finally faded to black, the panic set in, and they opened their eyes. Fully hoping their dreams turned into a nightmare. Concern and paranoia had set in as they shot up and locked eyes on each other. Fear evident in their faces.

Thoughts of cults and kidnappings came from their mouths as they tried so hard to figure out where they were. A loud and controlling voice echoed from nearby. They turned to the voice only to be met with seven uniformed men sitting under a high pedestal where another man sat, dressed in red. Noelle was first to stand up, her shaking feet feeling the stone cold ground that sent a shock through her body. Instantly, she stretched an arm out in front of Bella to protect her. The height difference between Noelle and Bella seemed comical to the seven men sitting at ground level, as various snickers and smirks were targeted towards them. The man above them speaking out again.

“Please, Don't be so afraid! You were brought here with good reason, and pure intentions!”

“What? Are you gonna brainwash us or something? Cause that would be the only "good reason" I can think of....”

Noelle spat back at the man, but shrunk slightly as he stood up, and frowned. Feeling looked down on, the girls tried to walk backwards for a door, but they only found the slabs they had woken up on.

“There will be no brainwashing, and you're more than welcome to leave at any time you desire. But only if you agree to change into more formal clothing, and listen to what I have to say...”

Noelle had yelped at the additional person who seemed to have been already standing by their side waiting, and holding on to clothing. A pleading look on his face had the girls silently agreeing to play along. Within the small amount of time they got dressed they seemed to have shaken off the general shock. Both of them seemed to admire the large banners decorated with different animals. They hung above the seven men in what was perceived as their rankings.

The silence that fell was broken too soon by the man in red who was obviously the leader of the group, and the silent servant who offered them clothes had stood next to him. Everyone now was on the same ground level.

“Let us try this again. I am Lord Diavolo, and you are the current hosts at the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Also known as RAD...”

“I knew it! It's a cult!”

Noelle exaggerated, and ruffled her nappy hair as a couple chuckles echoed around them. Her reaction almost lightened the mood.

“Not quite. I am the soon to be Heir of Devildom. The more civilized section of Hell's Layers. Or what some Humans tend to call the Underworld.”

The girls shook their heads in confusion. And for a few seconds they both looked at each other. Unsure if the truth was being told, but if it was...

“Wait... You said RAD. Oh dear god no. We tossed those out! We never gave them back to that creepy old lady! SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW US!”

Noelle seemed to panic as more and more irrational thoughts spewed out. A hand was placed on her shoulder, and she shrunk under the large man's touch. She reached back for Bella, but Bella had already backed away, fear seeping into her face.

“Those papers you filled out were connected to the ones in my office. As you filled those out, it carved ink into the papers here was well. Infused with my own magic. We call it Bleeding Applications. The main goal of my academy is to get an understanding of humans, demons, and angels in order to one day have peace between the three realms.”

Relaxing, Noelle nodded and looked back at Bella. Silently telling her that it's okay to get closer. She frowned as Bella shook her head no and opted to sit on the slab instead.

“Why us? We thought it was just a joke. What if we lied on those papers?”

“Well did you?”

“... No...”

“Perfect! I'd like to personally welcome you to the program! That is... If you agree to stay...”

A discussion took place about the new house they just bought, and their new lives they would miss out on. The teal haired servant that had guided the girls earlier was known as Barbatos. He was given the job to see that the newly acquired house would be taken care of as needed, and their payment would be completely paid off if they agreed to the program, and succeeded in staying. “But in hell?” Thought Noelle. “That's close to a death wish”. And as if her mind was read, they were introduced to the seven men who have been secretly judging them this whole time.

As the introductions went along it was revealed they were not just demons, or the school's council members, but they were all brothers. Lucifer. The eldest, who seemed to be the most put together, was the Avatar of Pride. Red eyes, and neatly kept black hair giving him a devilish charm, but an arrogant one as well. Mammon. The Second born who had made the most noise and laughter, and was obviously looking down on the girls. White hair, and unnatural blue eyes said trust, but he was the Avatar of greed. One to watch out for. The third born seemed bored of the whole situation, and would look away when either girl made eye contact. Dark lilac hair, with shiny orange eyes; the avatar of Envy. That was Leviathan. Fourth born, Satan, had given both the girls unwanted shivers as he was the Avatar of Wrath. The blonde hair and greenish blue eyes were comforting, but told them to run and hide. The fourth born, Asmodeus, was drilling holes into the girls with his own set of orange lush eyes. The mention of Lust made them both frown and slightly cringe as a quick wink was sent their way. Sandy hair was swept to the side flamboyantly. The last two were a set of twins. A redhead and a black haired male who's bangs were dyed white, and they shared purple eyes. Neither seemingly bored, or interested in the meeting. They were Beelzebub; Avatar of Gluttony, and Belphegor; Avatar of Sloth.

A bell rang out as soon as introductions were done, and everyone but the first born (Lucifer) had left. Stomachs growled and the girls looked around, avoiding his stare. Becoming impatient he walked by them. Nose in the air, and not bothering to even look at them.

“If you decide to follow me, I am heading to the cafeteria where we will give you a list of things you may want to avoid eating while you stay here. That is, if you have the gall to...”

Gulping they followed. The Cafeteria was empty, and it was no surprise to any of the demon brothers. As their food was handed to them, they both grimaced at the purple sludge consistency in front of them. They were soon forced to eat it, especially if they planned on eating any other foods that may contain poison. As much of the food in Devildom seemed to consist of. Soon after their crash course the girls were left to their own devices, and did their best to talk amongst themselves. Their decision to stay or leave weighed heavy.

Upon agreeing to stay, Lucifer seemed rather pleased with the news. The first genuine smile the girls had seen from him. It was then their task to talk with the brothers and decide who they chose as a tutor, who would also act as a guide.

Bella had immediately followed Noelle, and they first talked to the youngest, thinking that they would be the easiest to get along with. While they were not wrong about it, Bella seemed to relax more with the Sins of Gluttony, and Sloth. It became apparent that it was a two for one deal, and Noelle had stepped back to visually analyze her choices. By which she just looked at the remaining choices and their current activity. Satan and Asmodeus was almost an immediate no go. She feared she'd anger the wrath god, or be seduced. Neither of those were a good thing for her, or her mental health. Then her eyes laid upon Leviathan. The name stuck from TV shows she's watched in the past. Furthermore she couldn't help but recognize the hand held device in his hands.

Walking up to him with a bit more confidence, she sat beside him, and watched him for a few seconds. She recognized the sounds of Mario Kart being played. Perking up she waited for him to be seemingly done with his race.

“You know, I'm kind of a fan of racing games.”

Leviathan had rolled his eyes and gave her a frowning glare. It was obvious he didn't want to be bothered at this time. But before the conversation could continue, the bell rang, and Lucifer arose from his seat, his brother's watching him for instructions.

“I'm glad to see that you two have finally made your decision on your tour guides, and over all protectors-”

Noelle heard a quiet protest come from Leviathan, which was quickly shut down by Lucifer's glare.

“-Though they are now assigned to be your guides, this does not mean you must befriend them, or be attached at the hip. They have duties and hobbies of their own, and I expect you both respect that. Feel free to reach out to any of the brothers with questions. Now with that being said, you may head back to the council room, and collect your personal belongings, and devices.”

The bell had rung, but an eternity set in as Lucifer explained to them on how they were to settle in. Eventually they had collected a few bags of personal items, and enough clothes to get through the week. On top of that, they were given an allowance for other necessities, and any other luxuries they desired. It also turned out that the demons Bella and Noelle had been assigned were also key to their class schedule. Bella's classes consisted of study halls, history classes, along with a gym class. The final class earning a shared groan between Belphegor and Bella.

Noelle had a small bit of luck with more hands on classes such as dark arts, an actual art class, and potions. Though the tour between classes with Levi as her guide consisted more of him complaining about some 'Normie' having to follow him around. Noelle made mental notes of some complaints as to not make him mad.

The tours finally came to an end, and they were led to the House of Lamentation. A large Mansion where the Brothers lived, and where the Girls would be hosted for the school year. Dinner had passed by and soon the girls were brought to their rooms.

They hardly had time to admire the Gothic design of the home, as the girls split ways at the top of the stairs. Bella had taken a spare room closest to them, but Noelle had made her way down the hall. Leviathan had made a comment about how he's literally two doors across the hall from her room. He wasn't the nicest it seemed, as more insults of having to 'babysit' was made. An even bigger groan was made as he opened the door. It was a rather large storage room, that apparently Mammon was supposed to clean out before any new students arrived.

Arrangements were quickly made, and it seemed like Noelle would be staying in the living room until the storage space was cleared out. The darkness surrounded Noelle as Leviathan had left her alone rather quickly to go read Manga. Even though Noelle had expressed her fondness about the Japanese comics, it reached deaf ears, but was still greeted with a small 'whatever'. The night washed out the remaining lights. And Sleep was surprisingly attainable.

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ejm513 · 4 years

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ON SOKKA, TOPH, LIN AND SU’YIN

EDITED BECAUSE I WROTE THIS AT ALMOST 10:00 PM WHEN I HAD TO GET UP AT SIX IN THE MORNING BUT I JUST WNATED TO WRITE SOMETHING TO GET MY BASIC IDEAS OUT BECAUSE I WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP IF I DIDN’T. DID I MENTION I’M NOT THE SMARTEST PERSON?

Hello my lovelies! So I finally got my act together and watched Avatar The Last Airbender and…

Yeah, I don’t know what was wrong with me when I was a child. It just wasn’t my cup of tea. But at this point in my life it is quite possibly one of the best shows I’ve ever watched and is now one of my favorite shows.

In fact I’m re-watching after finishing my first binge about a week or two ago.

Theirs is so much to discuss not just with Avatar but with The Legend of Kora (I’m in the middle of season three… I like it a lot but I’m just having a harder time getting through it. I’ll probably wait to finish it until it comes to Netflix). What I want to focus on is Sokka, Toph, Lin and Su’yin.

Because if there’s nothing I love more than family, babies, children and family drama.

I mean seriously that’s literally what everything I write is about.

I don’t have a problem not at all.....

So you can imagine as soon I heard there was a theory that Su’yin may or may not be Toph and Sokka’s daughter my imagination and excitement went in overdrive, because even though I adore Sokka and Suki I always thought there was SOMETHING between the two of them. It’s clear in Avatar that Toph has a crush on Sokka which I mean can we blame her?

While it doesn’t appear Sokka has any romantic interest at that time, he is extremely caring and protective of Toph. It’s not impossible to see their relationship maybe not deepening into love but becoming something more than simple friendship and becoming physical.

But what evidence is there that Su’yin is Sokka and Toph’s daughter? Just because it’s a nice idea doesn’t mean it’s true.

Well it turns out there is some substantial evidence to back it up.

First of all there is Su’Yins coloring.

Now that doesn’t necessarily point to anything. But it is interesting to note that her skin coloring is the same as those in the water tribe, who tend to have darker skin tones.

On top of that there is a physical resemblance between her and Sokka.

And then... there is this...

This is Baatar Jr., Su’Yins oldest child. Sure he does look a lot like his father

But I would argue he looks even more like Sokka. It’s kind of eerie how similar they look and I don’t think the animators and show creators would do something like that unintentionally-especially in a show like this.

Then you need to factor the personality similarities-Su’Yin’s sarcasm, leadership abilities, her devotion to family above all else. It all rings very familiar.

I personally lean more towards the side of this theory being true, but there are some arguments to be made against it.

The biggest argument is that Sokka would never be an absentee father. It’s just not in his nature. We know that both Lin and Su’Yin’s fathers were both absent and not a part of their lives.

And then we have to factor in Sukki and what happened to her.

Well here’s what I think could have happened.

There’s another theory going around that Sukki died young in some sort of battle. It would make sense to a certain extent given what she does. I’m going to lean in on that theory, but it is highly possible that their relationship just didn’t last. After all they were young and the hard truth is statically the majority of young relationships don’t last. These seem to be the most probable explanations, as we know jack shit about what happened to Sukki.

Lin’s father was a man named Kanto. The jerk left for whatever reason-maybe the pair got in a huge fight, maybe he just didn’t want a child or couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a parent. Basically we can assume he was a dead beat who honestly doesn’t even deserve such an amazing life partner as Toph and amazing child as Lin.

I don’t doubt for a second Sokka stepped in as a father like figure of Lin and thus they would be spending quiet of bit of time together. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say Sokka would be a top notch father figure with Lin-funny, creative, and surprisingly gentle and tender. Lin being Lin would probably act like her mother-all strong, tough and independent. But secretly she loves the doting and gets very upset when he has to go.

So as you can imagine Toph and Sokka are spending quite a bit of time together. Toph is enamored by Sokka and how great he is with Lin. Her old crush is beginning to bubble up and maybe turning into something more. If we go off the theory that Sukki died young or their relationship just naturally ran it’s course he’s probably been enjoying female company that isn’t his sister or anyone on the council. They’re both grown adults who are single who have a very deep connection and have probably been lonely so it’s not out of the question that they uh.., well... you know.

Now I don’t think they would necessarily end up in a serious relationship for various reasons. Toph is to hell bent on her freedom and independence to truly settle down in a serious relationship, and Sokka has probably been through to much bad luck with relationships to want to truly get invested... even if it is Toph and he low key loves her and Toph’s heart flutters every time she’s with him.

Correct me if I'm wrong but it is cannon that Toph has had her fair share of sexual partners, which I would like to state for the record there is nothing wrong with. So it’s possible Sokka wasn’t the only person she slept with. So when she became pregnant it’s entirely possible she wouldn’t know for certain who the father is. Now obviously when Sokka finds out he would probably demand to know if he’s the father her being blunt would say something along the lines of

“I’m not sure who it is Snoozle’s, and I’m never really gonna know because I won't be able to see the kid. Besides it doesn’t matter who the father is I don’t need any help.”

So for nine months Sokka is sitting on pins and needles waiting to know the truth. When the baby finally comes and he sees her it’s... it’s pretty obvious. Though she’ll never say it out loud, Toph can tell just by feeling her facial features.

Now there’s a problem. Even though she doesn’t neccasrily want to keep him away from his child Toph being... well... Toph... still insist that she doesn’t need any help. More over she doesn’t want to cause Lin any resentment, confusion or pain by Su’yin having her father around but her’s is gone.

Besides there’s the whole issue of him being a member of the council and her being the chief of police... I could see their relationship causing a controversy and or scandal that no one wants.

Sokka on the other hand wants to obviously not just be apart of his biological child’s life but Lin’s life-as Lin has basically become his child as well. And in reality Toph knows she can’t stop him, moreover as stated earlier she is not heartless and doesn’t necessarily want to keep Sokka away from his daughter. So they come up with compromise.

He’ll continue acting as a father figure, but he will be nothing more than Uncle Sokka. He goes along with it so he can still see both of his girls and be a part of their lives.

He spends more time at Toph’s home than his own. He helps Lin with her homework and happily plays and cuddles with Su’yin. He helps makes sure they go to bed at a decent time (while under the guise giving them all the freedom Toph wants them to have). At first Sokka will sleep on the couch, but slowly but surely the pair end up sleeping in the same bed and living as a couple... just in the safety of those four walls.

It’s a bit of an open secret between Team Avatar and company-especially Katara because she would know the truth from the second she laid eyes on the child. But out of respect for Toph and the delicate balance they created no one says a word-especially because I can imagine Sokka is gone a good portion of the time with his various duties.

I’m not one who subscribes to the fact he dies protecting the new avatar Kora, because it is cannon that he helped put members of the Red Lotus in jail. What I do think is he passed before ever getting to tell Su’Yin the truth. And Toph realizes she messed up and it’s most likely her one biggest regret. In the end I don’t think she would say a word to anyone about the truth until she is on her death bed... because she is just that pig headed and stubborn.

So that is how I think everything could have possibly panned out... and don’t be shocked if I end up writing a fan fic about this! I also hope to write a post examining Aang and Katara and their children because once again I love children and family and family drama and there is a lot that too.

Also might I add it’s so endearing and sweet that Zuko-the character who had the most toxic, abusive and fucked up family had, by all appearance, the happiest family with the least amount of drama.

God.

Bless.

It.

#avatar #atla #toph beifong #sokka #tokka #lin beifong #suyin beifong #sokka is suyins father #sokka is the father #i will fight anyone on this

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missserpentia-fae · 4 years

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Take Care of Them

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. (I wrote this for fun)

If any of the characters are OC, tell me so I can try and adjust it.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

Summary: God talking to MC in a dream or such about the brothers

Part 1-9

Chapter 10

MC strolled through the streets of the Devildom, waving at a couple of demons that they recognized from their classes at RAD. They slowed down as they peered through the glass of one of the shops. Oh yea. I should probably buy that box for my letters since I’m already out here.

The human happily exited the store, letter box tucked into the shopping bag that they were currently carrying. They headed towards the direction of the House of Lamentation, ignoring the forest full of dead trees on the way to the dorms, already used to how creepy the place was. The human opened the gate, walking up to the house and opening the door and calling out, “I’m back guys.”

“Ah. You finally came back.” MC tilted their head up to see Lucifer descending from the stairs towards them. “I was afraid I would have to come get you if you were any later than you already are. Did you run into any trouble?” The black haired demon asked as he drew closer to the human.

“None whatsoever. I just needed to buy something before I came back.” MC spoke, lifting up the shopping bag they had before piping up, “Oh yea. Luke gave me some treats to bring back. Hope you don’t mind.”

Lucifer allowed a small smile to appear on his lips before answering, “That is favorable. I’m sure you are tired so you should head to your room and rest up before one of my brothers monopolizes your attention. You shouldn’t be bothered by my annoying little brother since he’s currently hanging from the ceiling for being bothersome.” MC laughed nervously before thanking the Avatar of Pride hesitantly.

“I should be back a bit later than usual. Diavolo called in for a report that he needs immediately.” Lucifer lifted a couple of papers that the human didn’t take notice the first time before he brushed past MC who nodded slowly, turning to stare at the demon’s retreating back.

They walked up the stairs leading to the main floor where their room was located and strolling down the corridor before turning left. They entered their room and immediately headed to their drawer, extracting the few letters that they received from God and the portrait of the brothers that was given by Camael. They sat on their bed, taking out the letter box from the shopping bag and opening it. They gently placed the letters into the box and closed it shut, caressing the top of the box before getting up once again to put the box into their drawer.

They looked at the box that Luke gave them that was full of treats and murmured to themself, “I might as well put this in the kitchen so the Little D’s can bring it out for breakfast tomorrow.” MC looked down at their uniform before frowning, “I need to change out of my uniform first.”

MC started undressing before putting on a comfortable shirt and shorts. They looked at their reflection from their half body mirror and shrugged. “Eh, I look fine. Not like anyone else but the brothers will see me.” They picked up Luke’s boxed treats and headed out their room to the kitchen right next to their room.

“MC.” The human looked up to see Beel who seemed to have just came back from a work-out if the sweat dripping down his face was anything to go by. MC smiled up at the towering demon as he spoke, “Welcome back.”

“I’m back.” They greeted back before lifting up the box of treats with a large beam, “I came back from Purgatory Hall and Luke gave me the leftover treats that they had so we can share it with the others tomorrow for breakfast.” The mention of Luke’s treats made the Avatar of Gluttony start to drool, eyeing the box with hunger. MC rolled their eyes fondly at the stare and reached up to tap lightly on his nose, “You’re not allowed to eat it until tomorrow Beel, understand? Don’t eat this in the middle of the night. We have to share it with the others. Let me just put it in the kitchen for the Little D’s to bring out for breakfast.”

The orange haired demon adopted a pout but waited for MC to put the treats in the kitchen, watching as the human coaxed the Little D’s hovering around the kitchen with a couple of pets to their large heads. The two left once that was all done and Beel gestured them to follow him to his and Belphie’s room.

Belphie cracked an eye open when the door opened, Beel and MC entering. Beel lightly pushed the human towards the younger twin and spoke, his gruff voice gentle and soft, “I need to take a shower. You can keep Belphie company.”

MC nodded and walked towards Belphie’s bed, nudging the lazy demon to move to make room for them. MC shifted their weight and laid on their side, facing the demon who was staring at them with sleepy hooded eyes, “Where were you, MC? I missed you.” Belphie mumbled.

“I was in Purgatory Hall. I wanted to talk to Simeon about something.” The human spoke breathily, scared that if they spoke any louder that it would destroy whatever was between them. “I’m sorry for leaving you Belphie.” Belphie grumbled underneath his breath, pulling the human closer to him to the point that they were flush against the demon’s chest.

“I don’t like it when you’re away from me, MC. I can’t protect you if I can’t see you.” The Avatar of Sloth mumbled, a frown playing on his lips. The human let out a small giggle, nuzzling under his chin and whispering, “I know. I’m sorry. But I can protect myself too. You can’t always be there for me and I know the dangers of being here.”

He continued to grumble under his breath, aggressively burrowing his face into the human’s hair. They smiled softly, staying still as they felt the bed dip from behind them. Immediately, a large arm dropped over their waist. They tilted their head behind their shoulder to look at Beel’s relaxed face.

The human snuggled back against Beel’s hard chest, finding comfort with the twins. Beel started tracing shapes against their exposed skin when their shirt raised just a tiny bit. The human shivered at the feeling but allowed it to happen, feeling content. The three stayed quiet, just basking in each other’s presence almost to the point where MC started to drift to sleep when the door to the twin’s room banged open.

MC jerked upwards, staring wide eyed at the door to see Asmo leaning against the door frame, a large grin on his slightly feminine face, “There you are darling~ I need you.”

Asmo ambled up to Belphie’s bed, ignoring the growling that was coming out of the youngest brother which was directed at Asmo. The champagne-color haired male took hold of MC’s hand gently and tugged them away from the twins. “Come darling. You spent enough time with my younger brothers. You can’t be selfish and keep them all to yourselves, you know.” The last statement was directed at the frowning twins.

“Come along my dear.” Asmo dragged the human out the door who only turned their head to shoot an apologetic look at the twins.

Asmo pulled the humans towards his room, opening the door before shutting it behind them. “Sit on my bed for a moment, dear.” MC hesitantly listened, wandering to his very pink and large bed.

Asmo was looking through his drawer and pulled out a couple of bottles of nail polish. He walked over to the human and began, “So where did you scurry off to, MC? You will not believe the tantrum Mammon threw during dinner when he realized you wouldn’t join us.”

MC permitted the demon to take hold of their hand and placed it on top of his knee as the human informed, “Oh. I thought Lucifer told you guys. I went to see Simeon. I wanted to talk to him. Oh. And Solomon too. I know that if I told Lucifer that I would be seeing Solomon, he wouldn’t have allowed me out.” MC huffed, sulking as they stared at Asmo painting their nails a pretty pink color.

“Oh~? Whatever could you need from those two that you couldn’t have asked us?” Asmo purred, a suggestive glint in his peach colored eyes. “Get your head out of the gutter, Asmo.” MC teased the Avatar of Lust and Asmo returned the teasing with his own. “Nope. I like the gutter just where I am.”

MC chortled before answering, “There was something I was wondering and I thought that maybe Solomon might be able to help me since he too is human. If Solomon can’t help me, then that’s when I’ll ask help from Satan or Lucifer. But until then, I’m not saying anything.”

Asmo frowned as he blew lightly on the finished application of the polish on their hands. “Give me your other hand.”

“So this is where you were.” MC looked up, turning their head to the door to see Satan shutting the door behind him, a book in hand. “Mind if I keep you two company?” He asked, already walking over to the vanity chair near Asmo’s makeup desk. “What’s the book you’re reading Satan?” MC asked, turning their head to look at the blond who was getting comfortable.

“Oh. It’s a textbook on advanced spell work. I want to see if there’s something in here that I can use on Lucifer.” MC sweat dropped at the blunt statement from the green eyed demon who seemed to be oozing ill intent from the smile plastered on his face.

Asmo grumbled as he looked away from the hand he was putting nail polish on to stare at his younger (but stronger) brother, “Don’t do that to your face, Satan. You’ll get wrinkles on your beautiful face.”

Satan scoffed, crossing one leg over the other as he chimed, “Like any of that matters to me.”

MC just smiled as the two brothers went back and forth with each other. They started to relax, just listening to the voices of the people that meant the world to them.

“Normie.” They were jerked out of their bliss-like state when Levi’s voice flooded through their thoughts. Their eyelids fluttered open, not realizing that they shut their eyes and glanced over to the door to see a partially hidden demon. MC recognized the envious glint in Levi’s eyes and exhaled. They pushed Asmo off, brushing aside his whines as they claimed, “Okay. I spent enough time with you two. I should be able to spend time with Levi too.”

Asmo and Satan looked upset at the turn of events and MC sighed, looking remorseful. “Sorry guys. I promise to make it up to you soon.”

The human approached the still sulking third born and lightly placed their hand over his. “Come on Levi. Let’s go. We can have a TSL marathon to make up for the time we didn’t spend together.” Levi stared at the hand covering his before shifting his gaze to the human’s beaming face. He flushed slightly but nodded, his hair covering his eyes slightly.

The human tugged on his hand and started dragging him up the stairs to their room. They blinked in confusion when they heard muffled grumbling coming from above them and tipped their head up. They stared blankly at Mammon who was tightly bound up and hanging upside down at the ceiling, a cloth wrapped around his mouth keeping any sounds in.

“How long have you been up there? How come I didn’t see or hear you when I headed to my room when I first came?” MC contemplated before turning to glance over to Levi. “Do you mind if he joins us for our marathon? I haven’t hung out with him either today.”

Levi looked annoyed at having his time with the human disturbed by Mammon but agreed since he couldn’t refuse when their smile was directed at him. MC looked for a way to get the second born down and saw the rope that was keeping him hanging tied on some kind of hook. They headed to it, slowly untying it and letting out a groan of pain when they felt the rope bite into their skin. They lowered Mammon bit by bit until he was laying on the floor in a fetal position due to his bound hands and ankles.

The human approached the still bound male on the floor and gently untied him, rubbing at his slightly red wrists to ease the pain. “Ugh. Stupid Lucifer.” Mammon grumbled, allowing the human to soothe the burning of his wrists and ankles.

“It’s also your fault for being annoying.” Levi pointed out from behind the human and Mammon growled, “I was not!”

“I remember very clearly you screeching at the top of your lungs during dinner about where MC was. Like a stupid normie.” Levi growled and MC ignored the two arguing, already used to how they were and knowing there was no point in trying to stop them when they got going.

They just waked away in the direction of their room, knowing fully well that the two will just follow after them. They walked over to their television, setting it up as the two demons bickered with each other as they sat on their bed. As soon as they got the episode in, they strolled back to their bed sandwiched between two demons once again.

Levi was a bit shy with his affection towards the human so he lightly placed his hand over their knee, tracing small circles. Mammon had his arm wrapped around their waist but he denied it vehemently. “I’m doin’ this so ya won’t move too much and bother me.” MC rolled their eyes fondly at the tsundere tendencies of the second born but snuggled closer, placing their head on his shoulder and placing a hand over Levi’s.

A couple of episodes in and the human realized that the two demons have fallen asleep. They giggled to themself softly before getting out of the bed as gently as possible to not startle them awake, knowing that Levi hasn’t been getting enough sleep because of his gaming and Mammon wasn’t getting sleep due to his nightmares.

They left to get something to eat, stopping by the kitchen and getting one of the treats from Luke’s box. The human headed to the lounge room, basking in the silence of the house with the other brothers sleeping.

They sprawled themself over one of the couches, biting into the sweet tart. They hummed quietly to themself as they mulled over everything that happened recently.

“MC.”

“Lucifer.”

The tall demon was standing at the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Lucifer asked, approaching the human who smiled up at him.

“I would be but my bed has been invaded by two of your brothers.” Lucifer had a small smile on his lips before he sat beside the human who scooted over to make room for him.

“I apologize for my brothers. If they get too much for you, you can always tell them no. They will listen if they know what’s good for them.” The eldest spoke softly while MC hummed, flicker a strand of hair away from their face. “I don’t really mind. They can be overwhelming at times but I wouldn’t want them to stop. It just means they’re comfortable around me.”

Lucifer looked thoughtful but didn’t say anything else. The two stayed silent, enjoying each other’s company as MC finished their tart, the human not noticing the small fond glances that the demon was aiming at them. “Should I get my brothers out of your room so that so that you can sleep in peace?”

“If it won’t trouble you. Thank you so much Lucifer.” MC spoke, standing up and stretching which allowed a couple of their joins to pop.

They headed towards MC’s room and Lucifer neared their bed where his two brothers were sprawled over. He shook his head fondly before wrapping an arm around their waists before heaving them over his shoulders. MC was surprised that they didn’t even stir but waved Lucifer goodbye as he inclined his head towards them. “See you tomorrow, MC. Sleep well.”

They closed the door behind Lucifer, heading to their closet to change into their pajamas before flopping on top of their bed. They snuggled into their pillow, a smile on their face as they drifted to dream world. I really am one lucky human.

Part 11

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faangirl101 · 4 years

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Burning Heart: Pt 4

Burning heart masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x reader, Zuko x y/n

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn

Summary: Raised mostly by yourself, you made a living for your youth years as a maid in one of the richest families in Ba sing se, Beifongs. There Toph, a blind young rich girl, taught you earth bending and also became your new family. Not that you would admit that to her. Together you escape Ba sing se on the back of a flying bison with the Avatar, in a mission to take back the world from the fire nation. But on the journey you didn’t plan to team up with the Fire prince himself, and you definitely did not plan to get butterflies around him. But you couldn’t possibly catch feelings for a fire bender right? They ruined your life and took everything of value from you. But you couldn’t lie to your burning heart.

Warnings: swearing, Sexual tension

The next morning Zuko and Aang were up early, excited to fire bend. I took a lie in. I was exhausted after a full night of brooding. But now I had forgotten all about last night and wanted to have a lesson together with Toph. While the others were fire bending on the other side of the temple me and Toph was placed on a protective platform. After months of complaining, toph finally agreed to teach me how to see without my eyes.

(BUT I GOTTA KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR SELenEr.)- Authors note

With spread legs and deep breathing I tried the best I could. But I came to the conclusion that it was impossible. I was so used to the privilege of using my own eyes that the idea that I could create a vision from the sense around me was laughable. I kept myself busy the entire afternoon, sweat dripping down my forehead. Toph was laughing at me “wow! you suck”. I growled, annoyed at the lack of improvement “isn't it your job to teach me? Is there not a way to make my feet open their eyes or whatever”. Toph threw a pebble at me “No. that's the problem. You've got to stop thinking like a moron with working vision.There's no different angle, no clever solution, no trickery-trick that's going to make you see. it's not actually eyes you dumbstruck bison, its feet and it's always going to be feet ''. I was growing a temper “well it's kind of hard to see with my feet when i have perfectly working eyes unlike your blind ass”. Toph jumped down from the pillar so she stood in front of me. Still lifted with a rock beneath her she was a head shorter than me. “I'm glad you said something Jerk! We don't need them”, before I could protest she blindfolded me “This way, you'll actually have to sense the vibration of the earth around you”. I rolled my eyes forgetting she can't see them because of the blindfold. And yeah right,also because she's blind. “I still don't actually have to sense my surroundings'', I muttered mostly to myself but somehow Toph caught it. “ You have to if you want to live”, I could hear the smirk in her voice. Finally catching up on words I struck my hands forward in a protective manner “No. No, Toph! We are not doing the bolder thing again”. She blatantly ignored me and laughed as an answer. I sighed, as I spread my feeting again. I tried to focus on how the ground felt under me. How hard the stone was, how my balance on the left foot was worse because a crack slit the ground open. I focused on the vibrations from Toph's steps. Then with a deep sigh I let myself completely into my earth's bending control. I imagined my surroundings, I could feel the wind move pebbles over my feet. And I could also feel the rumpling of something the doubled size of me. The boulder. And just then I understood what Toph meant. It wasn't like looking with eyes at all. I couldn't see colors or the direction of the sunlight. I couldn't see details like leaves on the vines. But I still knew, I knew what was around me. I knew that the temple was on my left, Toph was on my right. And that the quick moving boulder was rushing in my direction from behind. So I threw myself to the side just when the vibration was next to me. I quickly eartbended a sharp piece of the cliff at the boulder so it broke into pieces. “Surprised that it took you that long!”Toph yelled at me in which I earth bended a pebble towards her in response.

“Okay..”, Toph began and I inhaled hopefully. “I'm getting a break?”, I interrupted her before she could continue her sentence. She snorted “as if you deserve a break, freak. What I was going to say was that I'm sending in someone you can spar with. Blindfold on of course”. Help? Since when did Toph need help. Before I could ask I felt the sudden vibration of a larger figure rushing towards me. I quickly moved out of the way. From the weight of the vibrations I was guessing Sokka since I knew Zuko was busy teaching Aang. “Missed me!”, I teased, as I felt the person rushing over to me again. With a smile I ducked what I guessed was the boomerang being thrown at me. But when I felt the familiar heat of fire above me my demeanor changed. “Toph I don't even know how to feel fire with my feet!”I yelled, suddenly scared of what could happen if I hadn't ducked. Toph shouted back happily without a care in the world “you just did!”. Angry that she was right, like usual, I quickly stood back in a defensive position. Zuko seemed to have changed his fighting technique since he wasn't spurting at me anymore. He was waiting for me to attack. And I did. I moved gracefully as I raised my hands, feeling the good vibrations of my earth bending creating a rock to shoot at him. I could feel him jump to the side and I cursed myself for missing. And like that it continued, we spared in a circle like a prey and predator. Which one was which i didn't know. I could feel his burning eyes on me the entire time. I tried not to think about how crazy I must look, hunting after him with a blind fold. My legs were exhausted from hours of training non stop. But instead of requesting a break like any sane person would, I used it in my advantage. I put on a fake show, dragging my feet a little extra or not attacking him as much. And when I felt him prepare a flame towards me I formed my plan. As it combusted towards me I made sure to jump just a tiny bit out of the way. I could feel the heat slicking up my arm, not close enough to burn my skin but close enough for me to react. I doubled over with a hiss, covering the skin with my hand so Zuko couldn't see that it was completely unharmed. I immediately sensed his demeanor drop as he rushed over to me. His steps were no longer careful but rushed. ‘“I'm so sorry”, his voice was deep of guilt but i didn't have time to feel bad. The second his fingers touched my hand I went for attack. He didn't even have time to react when I tackled him to the ground. I threw my legs across the side of his body and nailed him to the ground with my entire weight shuffled to my hands. It was not until i could feel him grunt out a pust of air towards me when i realized the position i put him in. My backside was arched toward his lap. My exposed cleavage was hanging right in front of his face. But i knew if i moved i would most definitely lose. So instead I waited. I waited for him to react, to make a move. But he did neither. He was still as a rock. Annoyed that I could sense him but not see his reaction I shook my head so my blindfold slipped off my face. Little did I know that lack of sight was the only thing keeping me winning. The second Zuko is exposed to my eyes beneath me I drop the defensive act. His eyes are soft, sweet as honey. His lips parted and i didnt miss his tongue swiping across them. His chest raised with short breaths brushes against my cleavage and I feel his pounding heart and I know he can feel mine. The two front pieces of my hair fall down, shielding our faces from the rest of the world. And there, right there, I forget about the war. I forget about the fire nation. Right there, there is only Zukos and our breaths tempo starts to match. There was only the smell of his manly musk and new poured rain. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was calm at heart. I didn't worry about the outcome of the war, hell I didn't even care. His eyes roam over me, as if it's the first time he sees me. Uncomfortable from his intense gaze I shifted my position only to feel…

Both faces are immediately lit up in matching blushes as I feel something hard pressing against the inside of my thigh. My pounding heart didn't know what to do. What was best, to move or to avoid it. Too caught up in the heat of the moment I didn't notice how his fingers slipped up my hand. It's not until he had fully grasped my wrists and rolled me over that I was brought back to reality. He had done a “Y/n” and attacked in a weak moment. Nice. But this position made his hard problem much more noticable. The entire length was pressed against my crotch and it made a yearn start to pound. One I desperately needed to hide. His hair hung down in my face next to my wrist he had nailed to the ground. I needed to immediately distract myself from the contact between us “Deja vu huh?”. I was referring to how he had me pinned to a tree the first day we met. He smirks as he leans down to my ear and whispers in my hair “i have exactly where i want you”. I knew he meant that he was winning but it didn't fail to send a shiver down my spine. “Ummm, okay guys i think zuko won!”, We both push each other off at once as we both remember Toph is there. Not only Toph but Sokka. They both look horrified. “He cheated!”I burst out, anything to break the silence. Zuko tips his head towards me angry “You cheated first”. I rolled my eyes even though he was right “you should be happy I don't know fire bending because I would beat you in Agni Kai”. Zuko snorted as he stood up and brushed off his pants “you have no near the amount of self control Agni Kai demands”. I smile with a raised eyebrow, god he makes it so easy. “And what?”, I look down to his crouch before meeting his eyes “you do?”. His face becomes more red than a tomato as I brush past Toph and leave the scene. The second I'm out of sight, I finally let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. I lost control today. I almost let the attraction I clearly have for Zuko show. The same one I need to hide, to dig down, do destroy. But more interesting, Zuko did the same thing. I cringed at the entire thing, praying to god that everybody would forget this by dinner.

Neither Zuko or I spoke at dinner. We’re deeply concentrated on our food and both ignore the conversations playing out around us. That's until Toph shoves an elbow into my side. I make a groan from the sharp pain “what was that for?”. I didn't need to look at Top to know she was smirking “I was right”. I had no idea what she was referring to “yes you were, now what exactly are you talking about”. Toph was very often right, it was like the blindness had given her a third eye so she just knew things. Toph nods to the other side of the circle and I follow her eyes to.. Zuko. Whatever was going to come out of her mouth was probably not good. “I've felt your pulse raise every time you've looked at Zuko so i knew i had to put it to the test”. I should've known Toph didn't need help from Zuko. I shook my head “Whatever you think you're right about, you're wrong. End of conversation”. Toph fell quiet against her will but i knew that she was going to go off and mock me for having the hots for a fire bender. Zuko at that. Sokka, who had been eavesdropping the entire time, sneaked next to me “so what's up between you and Sifu Hotman”. I wanted to punch that grin off his face. “I dont know”, I glanced threateningly at him “what was up between you and Azula when you fought at the eclipse?”. I was referring to how he pushed her up the wall and how she just let him. He was clearly done talking about me and Sifu hotman, because like the pull of a lever he shut up. That's what I thought.

The next morning Zuko and Sokka were gone. They had apparently gone fishing, as if any of us was going to believe that. So there were multiple reasons I was grumpy that morning. First, I didn't like how they kept me out of things like that. Second, once again I caught myself worrying for both of them. Worrying for Zuko. This was not going to end well.

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