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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Touch your Wings - Obey Me (Angels)

Simeon

“Can I touch your wings?”

“That was very sudden.” Simeon remarked with a slight chuckle. “Why would you want to touch my wings?”

“I don’t know. I just realized I never touched them before.” The angel chuckled again at your honest, but whimsical, answer. “Come on. Can’t I touch them? Just once?”

“Welll…” Simeon mused. Putting his fist to his chin in thought like he normally did. “I guess there wouldn’t be any harm in just the one time.”

His cloak fluttered, as if caught up by a sudden gust of wind, and then his wings were out behind him. Four distinct points that folded in beside him. “Have a go then.”

You smile at Simeon. At ease by his gentle enthusiasm and patience. He always seemed to put you at ease. You reach out and brush your hand over the middle center of one wing, and it shuttered back at you. “S-Sorry,” Simeon apologized with a blush, “it kind of tickles.”

He seemed to steel himself a let you try again. They were very soft. Almost silky. You’d never touched a dove before, but you have to assume this was what they felt like. A creamy soft that felt like it would melt against your touch.

You make one final pass over Simeon’s wings and they shutter again. “Oh no!” You exclaim when you noticed a feather had broken free and fallen to the ground. “I’m so sorry! Did that hurt? I didn’t mean to be so rough with them! I thought I was careful!”

Simeon knelt down, as he pulled his wings back in to disappear, to pick up the lost feather. “Don’t worry [Y/N]. These things happen. It doesn’t hurt anymore than when your hair falls out, so please don’t apologize.” You sighed once. Well that was good to know.

The angel then stood and offered you the feather with a smile. “Why don’t you keep it? It will remind you of the time you touched an angel’s wings. And…it’ll remind you of me.” He chuckled again, only nervously this time, as he rubbed the back of his head.

You smile back at him and take the feather. “I’ll treasure it always Simeon.”

Luke

“Can I touch your wings?”

Luke let out an adorable squeak of surprise at your question, and nearly dropped his crepe he had waited so long for. “M-My wings??”

“Yeah. Can I touch them? I only got a glimpse at them that one time,” in the not of best circumstances and before you passed out, “and they looked really soft. So I was wondering if they’re as soft as they looked.”

“W-We’re not supposed to let humans touch our wings. It’s against the rule!”

“Oh….” You didn’t know that. That seemed like an oddly specific rule, but then again the human world placed a lot of weird rule on the world. Like the authority of velvet red ropes. Or letting people tell other people what they could do with their bodies.

“But!” Luke corrected quickly. Seeming to mistake your musing for disappointment at being turned down. “I…I think it’ll be ok if it’s you. [Y/N] is special and…you’re a descendant of an angel, right??” Technically yes, but grasping at straw. “So…I think it’ll be ok. But don’t tell Simeon!”

You hold up your finger in the gesture of a pinky promise and Luke turned to look forward as he squeezed his eyes very tight.

He seemed to be concentrating very hard, to the point that you wanted to tell him to just forget about it if he had to work that hard, and then poof. Poof! An actual poof!

Luke’s wings suddenly bloomed out from the back of him like a puff of dandelions. Seeming only held together by wishes and Luke’s concentration to keep them stable. “So fluffy…..”

The angel whipped his head back towards you. Face pink as he looked up at you with big blue eyes. “They-They’re not fluffy! These are my cherub wings. When I get older, and Michael promotes me to archangel, they’ll be bigger and more sleek.”

“Like a baby chicken’s wings?”

That was apparently not the answer Luke wanted to hear as he started to throw a temper tantrum, but you reach out and put your hand on his shoulder. Instantly stopping him. “I think they suit you very well. They’re cute. But you can also see we’re they’re growing in a little.” Your finger brushed against the corner of his wing arch that was indeed coming in in more traditional feathers. “It shows your growing too.”

Luke seemed surprised, but then beamed at he realized he was getting his ‘real’ wings.

It took a few minutes for Luke to get his wings back down, and he seemed to have a pep in his step for the rest of the afternoon. You were happy for Luke but had to admit, you were a little sad.

Soon enough he wouldn’t be the cute little Luke you knew. He’d be someone totally different. With different wings and a different personality. To hold on a little longer, you took him to Madam Screams to get him some candy he’d been asking for to take home. To keep him a kid a little longer.

Raphael

“Can I touch your wings?”

“No.” Raphael instantly. Leaving no room for argument.

But living with Lucifer & the boys for so long, that rarely ever stopped you. “Awww~! Come on!”

Your usual cute defense that worked wonders on the boys, doesn’t not seem to sway Raphael in the least as he repeated his answer. “No. My wings are not a toy or method of amusement for a human.”

“It’s not ‘amusement’. It’s science!” Going with plan B that usually worked on Lucifer and Satan. “I wanted to know that they felt like, and the easiest way to do that is with practical application.”

“My wings are also not a science experiment for humans to blunder understanding on.”

The word ‘blunder’ made you feel insulted. Like Raphael thought you were too stupid to understand the concept of wings. “You don’t have to be rude.”

“I’m not being rude.” Raphael said. Clearly not understanding how he had been rude. “I’m stating a fact that a human couldn’t possibly understand the magnitude of a celestial’s wings. It’s like a fish understanding a bird’s wings.”

“Did you just call me a fish?”

“No. I implied you were a fish.”

You growl at Raphael’s comment, and his now infuriatingly calm face, and turn away from him. “Fine. I don’t want to touch your wings anymore anyway.”

You expect Raphael to leave at your huff. Assuming that you were done and the most logical step would be for him to go on about his day. You don’t expect the tip of a wing to come into your peripheral, and for you to turn around to see Raphael and his wings standing there.

“I’ve said something wrong, haven’t I?” His face still looked neutral, but you could pick up on the little changes in his expression that let you know he was sorry. “I don’t think you’re a fish. It’s….” He seemed to be struggling for the words. Because he didn’t express himself often, only stated facts. “My wings aren’t like the ones you may have hoped to see. Because I’m of the warrior class, they are not like the romantic paintings of your humans.”

He was right. They were different than you expected. Long and board, they also had a grey hue to them; that ombred from the wing sharp peaks at the top to a heather sort of gray at the tips. Dusty, almost, and not nearly as graceful as you imagined. They looked more like a bird of prey’s feathers would look, rather than something a being of protection should have.

“I don’t think your beyond understanding. I…I just…I couldn’t stand the though of being beyond your understanding.”

You were suddenly taken aback by Raphael’s words. He had been afraid that you wouldn’t understand him. That you would see his wings and reject him. You had no idea you opinion of him mattered so much.

“I think your wings look nice.”

Raphael looked up, in his own manner of surprise, at your words. “No, they don’t look like what I thought. But they…suit you.” Yes, that was the phrase you were looking for with a smile. “I don’t think I would like them as much if they didn’t look like that. They have character. Thank you for showing me Raphael. I appreciate it.”

The angel still seemed flabbergasted, but then he smiled slightly, and pulled his wings back in. “Character.” He repeated in a wistful sort of way. “Thank you [Y/N].”

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me simeon #obey me raphael #obey me luke #angel simeon #simeon x reader #luke #angel luke #obey me raphael x mc #raphael x reader #scenarios #imagine #obey me fandom #raphael x mc #obey me x reader

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mammoneythegreat · 2 years

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Luke in the manga is so 😭

#obey me shall we date #luke #obey me luke #my angel #angel luke #my son

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alexversenaberrie · 1 year

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#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 day30 #whumpcember2022 day 30 #the end is nigh #star wars #luke skywalker #angel luke #whumpcember

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favficbirthdays · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Luke (15th July)

Obey Me!

#obey me!#obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date?#om! swd?#om!#wd?#obey me luke #om luke #swd luke #shall we date luke #luke #angel luke #fictional birthday #july #july 15th

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beels-burger-babe · 9 months

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Heatwave Drabble

MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here? Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect? MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave! Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want- *Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other* *10 minutes later* Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings. MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down. Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon! Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed* Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius. MC: I try.

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kisses4kaia · 26 days

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god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#kaia writes luke #1.5k celebration #lukesie bb 🐛.#luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #kai's got mail <3📑#angelnon 🤍#this was fun☺️#also toxic!luke just gets me every time #🍦 angel

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lemonandlime22 · 2 years

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Part 10~ Please do not repost without asking!

Click on them

#barbs’s captions is ‘pov: you insulted lukes cooking #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me barbatos #obey me boys #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me mammon #obey me swd #obey me thirteen #obey me angels #obey me art #obey me memes #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me crack #obey me cursed images

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nocreativityfornames · 9 months

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MC: Me and Sat just saw Mammon racing down the halls carrying Luke on his back, what's going on?

Simeon: Oh, yes... *chuckles* Apparently Mammon didn't have enough money to buy Luke a birthday gift, so he offered to carry him around anywhere he wanted for the whole day.

Satan: Oh.

Solomon: Luke was embarrassed to accept it at first, but now he's having a blast bossing Mammon around and having him carry him to all sort of different places. It's adorable, haha.

Satan: Pff, I guess that explains why Mammon looked so dead when we saw them. He must tired from all the running around.

MC: *gasp* I have an idea!

Simeon: Oh?

MC: Sat, carry me!

Satan: What? Why??

MC: So we can go and challenge them to a race!

Satan: Wh, what are you? A child?!

MC: Come on, it'll be fun!

Satan: I'm not going to carry you around the school just so you can participate in some stupid and childish game, MC. That's something only an idiot would do.

MC: Damn it...

Solomon: ✋ I'll do it. I'll be the idiot.

Satan: What-

MC: Yessss!!

#happy birthday to our tiny chaotic angel 🎉#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #omnb #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me satan #obey me luke #obey me mammon #birthday special ⁠♡#silliness overload ⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+#☙ no creativity for names ✾

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rinna0017 · 1 month

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Max Verstappen of Oracle Red Bull Racing and Luke Browning of Williams Driver Academy and Hitech Pulse-Eight during Team Redline's stream on March 13, 2024.

🎥: Team Redline

#max verstappen #luke browning #luke browning racing #f1 #f3 #gifs #edited #2024 #luke likes being called angel😂#you are seeing 2024 f1 f3 world champions 🤲

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devildomwriter · 6 days

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Can i get some headcanons on the angels being guardians of MC? 👀 In the manga, a pact with a demon requires them touching foreheads to make it, and they have to listen to their master's orders. What can the guardian and the charge do? Call for the other for help? Know when the other is in trouble or just need a hand? -Water Anon

Guardian Angel Headcanons

• An Angel canonically can only be the guardian to one human. It’s not specified if it’s one at a time or not and if they’d be able to guard someone again when the previous charge has passed.

• They get chills when their charge is in serious danger, they can hear their pleas for help, and stronger angels can answer telepathically if they only need an answer to a question or reassuring words.

• They can dispel viruses and curses more easily than if they weren’t your guardian, and can heal virtually anything with ease, be it mental or physical, whatever you ask for.

• They will immediately put their lives on the line for you and will not allow harm to come to you while you are their charge.

• If they for some reason cannot reach your side when you are in danger or in pain, you will receive some of their energy to keep you safe.

Simeon

• Simeon’s style of guarding is very relaxed. He believes it’s better you find things out for yourself and will give gentle pushes for you to find the right answers or make the right changes.

• He will always show up if you call for him, even if it’s ridiculous, because he loves you so he’s always willing to pamper you, but he does have a job so you might have to wait sometimes.

• If you’re in serious danger, he’s there instantly because he already sensed it. Simeon is normally calm and relaxed so to see him become serious and upset when he needs to protect you from something can be very surprising. If it’s person putting you in danger, his sadistic side comes out with cheerful smile and laugh as he takes care of the threat—as an angel he can’t kill them but the fear he instills is enough.

• Simeon can always tell when you need him, even if it’s not dangerous. He’ll be there for a pep talk, comfort kisses, cuddles, and a nice meal.

Luke

• You’re a handful. He has his work cut out for him, and before this he thought you were the most normal of the bunch.

• “No, MC don’t touch that!” “But you’ll protect me right?” “That’s not the point— NOOOOO MC!”

• Thanks to your guardian pact he can hear your pleas for help and he’s always super panicked but most of the time it’s because you want sweets and don’t know the recipe. He’s relieved and happy to help but make sure not to use him like a personal chef.

• He can tell when you’re in danger and gets chills but most of the time you’re just hanging out with one of the demons.

• He makes you say something specific when you’re in literal immediate danger in case he needs back up. Don’t misuse it because Raphael will show up with spears and he won’t be happy if it’s for something ridiculous.

Raphael

• Raphael is extremely protective and efficient with his job. Sometimes he can’t tell why you called him to specific situations so you’ll need to tell him.

• No matter what you called him for, he already has the spear ready. He scared people a lot by mistake. Police are still looking for a man walking around with a giant spear that cared away a group of people intimidating you.

• After saving you, Raphael won’t leave your side for a while, he needs to make sure you’re still oky and nothing else happens.

• He might guard your door at night, especially if you’re not in a good head space.

• Raphael struggles with understanding emotions so he takes a minute to learn how to help you with yours when you ask for help calming down, feeling happier, etc.

• Raphael can take on anything by himself so he never needs backup. Just calling for him scares people who know of him.

Michael

• Michael became your guardian because he knows that if you were to suddenly die it’d spell doom, as the brothers, ruler of hell, his greatest warrior, etc. would not ever be okay again.

• He already canonically saved you many times. When you almost died in the reaper cave for breaking a rule, and when Solomon’s good sent you into the past.

• He was pleasantly surprised when he found out you weren’t a wicked person but sometimes he’s baffled by your decisions and will telepathically communicate to definitely not do that thing.

• If you’re mentally stressed he sends you blessings and if he can meet you in person he will. His presence is also powerful enough to banish any curse without trying.

• Try not to call him upon demons because this could spell serious trouble for peace between the worlds but if he knows you��re in trouble he’ll lend you holy power to protect yourself to avoid disturbing the alliance with the Devildom.

#obey me shall we date #obey me requests #obey me angels #obey me raphael #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me Michael

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slafkovskys · 3 months

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can we have a little sneak about each of the boys and jealousy with angel

warnings: language, jealousy, mentions of sex/sexual activities

“oh,” she says before she can stop herself, eyes scanning over the notification. she thinks maybe she had said it quietly enough where it had gone unnoticed by the boys that she was sandwiched between, but she was wrong.

jack moves his head from where it had been resting on her stomach for the better part of an hour as she had corralled them onto the sofa to watch the great gatsby, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, jacky. look, you’re missing the good part,” she tries to turn his head back to face the tv, but he quickly moves and lifts himself up on his elbows, “i’m serious-”

“you’re being weird.”

“he’s right,” luke chimes from where he was propped on her behind, a pillow in between his head and her ass because she swore he’d have a sore neck in the morning from his position. with a sigh, he pauses the movie and pushes himself up to look at her, “what happened?”

“nothing happened, you two. i-” their gazes that silently told her ‘cut the bullshit’ causes her to close her mouth and look down at her lap. she finds a loose thread on the t-shirt she had stolen from jack’s clean laundry and tugs on it, muttering under her breath. there’s a pinch to her thigh, a warning from luke (and a reminder to curse quinn about teaching the youngest his ways) and she frowns, “um, one of- one of quinn’s teammates just sent me an instagram dm. it’s fine-”

“let me see it,” jack demands and she hesitates before grabbing her phone, pulling up the message and handing it off. he rests a hand on her crossed legs as he takes his time reading the message before scoffing, “oh, that’s hilarious.”

“my turn,” luke snatches the phone from his brother and she takes her lip between her teeth as she awaits his reaction, “‘i can’t remember if i told you, but you looked beautiful last week. we should hang out the next time you’re visiting if you’re down?’ the fuck? is this how people flirt?”

“you slid into my dms,” she points out and luke sends her a glance, “but yours was better than that.”

“obviously because here you are, but back to our current situation,” jack points a finger at the phone, “who is he and why is he messaging you?”

“kids these days,” luke mumbles like he wasn’t much older than the culprit.

“we were talking when i went with quinn to the canuck’s charity thing for like, five minutes max. i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” she explains. she watches as jack stares, nods, then reaches for his phone. her eyes go wide, “what’re you-”

“i have to call quinn.”

“please don’t,” she pleads and the line starts to trill once, twice, and then,

“hel-”

“one of your rookies just slid in angel’s dms,” jack interrupts and she swears she hears quinn’s phone clatter to the ground.

“they did what in her where?” he asks after a moment of rustling on his end. “who? what did they say?”

“one of your call-ups thought she looked really beautiful at your little gala last week and wanted to know if she’d be willing to go out next time that she was in town,” luke has a smirk on his lips as he relays the message that they all had scanned over by this point, “because apparently the q around her wrist doesn’t mean much to you?”

“okay, fuck you,” quinn spits, “angel, can you hear me?”

“hi quinny,” she starts nervously playing with jack’s hair now that the oldest’s attention is on her.

quinn sighs, “did he say anything to you?”

“i mean, we were talking while you were doing your captain things, but i was friendly! i’m always friendly, you guys know that-”

“we’re not blaming you, angel-”

“just some people don’t know the difference between flirty and friendly. i introduced her as my date,” quinn defends himself, though he didn’t have to. jack and luke just liked to make their brother squirm whenever the opportunity presented itself. “i’m sorry that i can keep it in my pants and don’t parade her around public functions covered in hickies or with my cum running down her leg.”

“there was that one time-”

“please,” she pleads, clenching her legs at the thought. jack and luke share a smirk before jack gently pats her leg. she huffs, “just- block him, luke. i won’t even respond to him and that can be the end of it.”

“oh, i’ll be saying something, angel. then that can be the end of it,” quinn says and she can hear the annoyance in his tone at the mere prospect of the pending conversation.

“quinny-”

“what are you all doing?”

and it wasn’t ten minutes after they hung up the phone and got back to their movie that she got another instagram notification. her stomach drops as she sees quinn had tagged her in a story and when she clicks it, she feels a small grin grace her lips. it was a picture brock’s girlfriend had taken of the two of them and while both of their heads were conveniently clipped off at the top, her back and dress were still very visible. just as visible as the hand quinn had on her ass, much too low to be considered friendly.

and that was that.

#hughes bros x angel #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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thewritetofreespeech · 11 months

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MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys (part 2)

prompt: I did a scenario a while ago for the ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ event, but realized I never did one for the B-list boys. This must be rectified. (part i)

Diavolo

Seriously. You all needed to stop leaving cursed books around.

Once ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ had been recovered from the last time it fell into the wrong hands, it had safely be tucked away in the archives. Where it was to remain, to your knowledge, for all of known time.

Or at least a year. Whichever came first, apparently, since someone had taken it out a let it on the loose.

“I can’t find him.” Barbatos bemoaned with a sigh as you both continued to search for his master. “You don’t think he could have wandered off somewhere? In his current state, there’s no telling what mischief he’d get into. Or worse, if people see him like this.”

“Diavolo is a pretty level headed guy.” You assure him.

“You don’t know what he was like when he was younger.” He sighed again as he closed the doors to one of the wardrobes, finding no young master in it. “Maybe he’s in the garden. I’ll check there.”

“I’ll keep searching in the castle.” You told him. To which Barbatos nodded and took his leave.

Once he was out of the door, and out of ear shot, you heard rustling under the bed that piqued your curiosity. “Diavolo?” You asked as you pulled back the bedding. “What are you doing under there?”

“SSShhh!” He hissed with a finger to his lips. “I’m hiding from Barbatos. I don’t want him to find me [Y/N].”

“So you masked your presence so he couldn’t find you.” Clever, for the mind of a child. “Why are you hiding from Barbatos?”

“Because if he finds me he’ll make me do work.” You tilted your head to the side, and Diavolo scrunched in tighter on himself. “He’s always making me do things I don’t want to. Write my lessons. Learn new spells. How to speak at public outings. It’s never any fun and it’s all work, work, work!”

“True. But we all have to do things we don’t want to now and then.” Although, this didn’t sound a lot different than Diavolo’s normal schedule these days. “Diavolo, did you open the book and curses yourself so you could get out of work for a few days?” His eyes shyly darted over towards you before they darted away again. “Diavolo.”

“I just didn’t want to be a grown up anymore!” He whined. “It’s never any fun. I never get to do what I want. People are always counting on me.”

You nodded. “I guess that isn’t very fun.” You shift around to lay on your stomach and be eye-to-eye with Diavolo under the bed. “We have fun together though, don’t we? And you don’t need to put a curse on yourself to make it happen. If you ever need a break, just call me. We can play together anytime.”

Diavolo grinned and gave a firm nod. “Can we play battleships and sea monsters once, before Barbatos has to change me back?”

“Sure. I think we have time for that.”

Barbatos

It was a wonder that this castle ran at all without Barbatos around. He had only been cursed for a few hours, and it already seemed like everything was falling apart.

“Boys! Seriously! Can you try to not break everything in the castle??”

“We’re trying, but this is really hard!” Mammon argued.

“Yeah,” Levi agreed, “cut us some slack. We only pretend to be butlers now and then. We don’t have the refined, gentlemanly arts of real butlers.”

“Barbatos does it.”

“He is a Satan.” Lucfier replied. “Why don’t you go check on him? I’ll try to keep them out of anymore trouble in their effort to ‘help’.” You sighed and left to do as you were told. At least you would be away from the sound of crashing.

“Barbatos?” You called as you opened the door. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Oh yes [Y/N].” Barbatos replied. Looking up at you with soft eyes from his small table setting on the floor. “We are having a tea party. Would you like to join?”

You looked around to see a pile of books, one ornate pillow, and an actual stuffed rabbit sitting in a circle with him. Each with a china tea cup in front of them. “Um….sure.” You come over and sit cross legged beside Barbatos as he prepared you a cup as well. “Who are we having tea with?”

“This is Lady Downing. She is from the region of comforter and came all this way for chamomile tea.” You awkwardly wave at the pillow. “This is Lord Booksly. He’s very well read.” You snort out a laugh as you take your tea. “And this is Thaddeus. He is a rabbit.”

“No title for Thaddeus?” You ask while sipping your tea.

“Rabbits can’t have titles. They don’t hold land. Because they are rabbits.” You let out a knowing ‘ah’ at the explanation, and choose to take Barbatos word for it.

You finish off the tea with Barbatos and soon enough, with his great powers, the curse wore off. He thanked you for keeping an eye on him and came out of his room to inspect the castle after the boys had ‘helped’. “Well….I suppose it’s the thought that counts….”

Simeon

The sound of foot steps barreling down the hall announced Simeon before he entered the room. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Can you read this book to me??”

You set your own book down and look over at him with a smile. Since his cursed episode, you had been watching Simeon to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. Which, was pretty easy. He didn’t usually seek out trouble, and must have been a good cherub in his youth, because he just sat and read all day with you. The only ‘up roar’ he caused was when he went to find a ‘big boy’ book and have you read it to him.

“Sure. Which one did you pick?” He handed it to you and you have to snicker, finding a TSL book in your hand. “Wow. What a good choice.”

“Do you like this book?” Simeon asked, bright eyed, as he sat cross legged in front of you.

“Yes. I do. In fact the author is a very good friend.”

“Really???” He gushed, and you were literally biting your tongue not to laugh.

“Yep. He’s very nice. And funny. And handsome.”

“Can I meet him one day?”

“I’m sure you will.” You smirk as you open the book and start to read.

Later, when the curse had worn off, Simeon was very embarrassed that he had picked his own writing as his favorite book. “It’s a little narcissistic, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you told him, “sometimes you need to be your own best fan.”

Raphael

You shouldn’t be surprised that it was quiet. Raphael was usually a very quiet person. But, if dealing with children had taught you anything it was when children were quiet something bad was going on.

“Hey there Raphael. Whatca doin’?”

“Coloring.” He replied. Still completely focused on his drawings.

“Oh, that’s nice.” Not as serious as you thought. “Can you tell me what you’re drawing there?” Thinking it would be a nice woodland scene. Or maybe some places around the castle.

“The Plauges.”

Your face went very pale at his answer and Raphael turned his picture around to show you. “That’s the river of blood. Those are the frogs & locusts sent to barren their crops. This is when Father sent the suffer and ash to destroy the cities of the sinners. This guy is dead because he got hit in the head with one of the rocks.”

“O….Oh…well that’s very….descriptive.”

Raphael smiled and went back to coloring. Completely obvious to the anxious knot that just tied itself in your stomach. Should you like….lock the door or something?

You asked Raphael about his picture when he was back to normal and he snorted. “Don’t be absurd.” He chastised. “The sinners were obliterated on impact when the suffers came. There would be corpses on the ground like this.”

+ Luke

Finally. The ‘Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ was put away and out of sight. Hopefully under lock and key, and prepared to be thrown into the bottom of the ocean.

You let out a big sigh as you flop down into a chair. Letting all the stress of this week from a new batch of boys acting like children seep out of your bones. You suppose it wasn’t so bad. They were all kind of cute.

“Hey [Y/N],” Your ears pick up when you hear Luke’s voice.

“What is it Luke?”

“I was in the library looking for a new recipe book and came across this one.” He came into view and your face went white as you saw what he was holding. Your nightmare still very true. “Do you know what it is?”

“Luke don’t touch that!” You shout. Which startled the sweet lad, and causing him to drop the book and crack open. It’s powers activating and a big puff of smoke filling the room.

You cough and bat the smoke clouds away, not sure what was going on. This hadn’t happened before with the other curses. So you feared the worse as you called out for Luke. “Luke? Luke? Are you there?”

“I think so.” An older, deeper voice called back and, as the smoke selected, the statuesque figure of a young man was standing there. “I feel tall.”

Your mind went blank as you stared up at the young man in front of you. It was clearly Luke. You could tell from his eyes. But this hadn’t happened with anyone else. “What is going on?”

“The book must have realized I was already a kid and switched it in reverse.” He reasoned, taking a look at himself. “Instead of making me younger, it made me older. Both mentally and physically.”

“That makes sense.” Or as much sense as the evidence, and every other weird thing that had happened in your life in the Devildom, allowed. “Hopefully it wears off as quickly as the others.”

“I don’t.” Luke interjected. “I hate being the youngest. No one takes me seriously, or treats me like a joke.” You supposed that might be true. Unintentional, but true. “Plus, when I’m my real age, I can’t do this.” Luke‘s hand reached out towards your chin to clasp it, before he leaned in towards you. “You don’t take me seriously either.”

Your mind froze again as he continued to lean in. Clearly for a kiss. Unsure how to stop him or how to get your head wrapped around the situation, even as he came closer.

Luckily, just before your lips touched, there was another puff of smoke and Luke was at his proper size again. “Hn? What happened?”

“Nothing!” You clipped. You quickly scramble to get the book up off the floor and held it in a death grip. “You just grabbed the wrong book. I’m gonna….keep it with me for a while.” You hustle out of the room in a flash, then pull out your phone to ask, “hey Karasu-san, where is the nearest beach?”

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