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undercroft-files · 11 days

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Recovery

Gif not mine

Various HL Characters & MC

Genre: Scenarios

Summary: After MC's daring solo fight with Ranrok and doing whatever they chose to do with the stored ancient magic, they were admitted into the hospital wing by some of the professors that found them. The nurse just now started allowing visitors, how do they all react?

Characters: Natsai Onai, Sebastian Sallow, Poppy Sweeting, Ominis Gaunt, Amit Thakkar, Eleazar Fig

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, bruises, and bandages but nothing out of place.

Natsai Onai

Once she heard about you being in the hospital wing and knowing you were allowed one visitor at a time, Natty didn't waste a second in seeing you. She knew about Ranrok and the ancient magic but a whole battle against Rankrok alone under Hogwarts definitely didn't sound pleasant.

The hospital wing was quiet, no one else seemed to be there at the time other than you. Natty immediately came to your side and hugged you, catching you off guard.

"I am so happy you are okay!" Natty exclaimed, clutching you around your waist.

"Ow...!" You grunted, your voice was hoarse and gravely from overuse.

"Oh! I apologize! Did I accidentally harm you?" Natty asked, becoming aware of her own strength and letting you go.

"You're okay, Natty. Thank you for coming to visit me." You said, your voice cracking a little from it being hoarse.

"Of course, MC. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't make sure they were okay after what I heard you went through." Natty admitted, pulling one of the visitor's chairs closer to your bed and sitting down on it.

"Ah, so you know." You chuckled, a weak smile on your face.

"How could I not? Most people assumed you were expelled but I knew Black wouldn't actually do that after all the trouble he went through just to get you here." Natty said, hinting to the spreading rumors about you.

"Huh, you got a point..." You replied, your voice cracking again.

"You sound tired, why don't you get some more rest?" Natty offered, pulling some of your covers up for you.

"And miss out on seeing my friend when I need her most?" You replied, smiling at Natty.

"Trust me, MC. You will not be missing out on anything because I will remain here until I'm told otherwise. Get some rest, you deserve it." Natty almost commanded, helping you shift into a comfortable position for you to sleep.

Sebastian Sallow

He didn't even wait from word about where you were after the events of the goblin attack were confirmed, he just bolted to the hospital wing. Sebastian had a lot on his mind since you last talked to him, the events between him and what was left of his family shattering and you stayed by him, despite when he got difficult. He needed to talk to you.

The nurse almost didn't let him enter but you called out and told her that it was okay. Sebastian gave one final glare to the nurse before he rushed to your side, grabbing your hands and holding them in a comforting way.

"Are you okay? You look absolutely terrible." Sebastian stated, looking over all the markings of your face and arms.

"Well, I've definitely been better." You joked, smiling a little.

"You should've told me. I could've helped you." Sebastian said, sitting on the bed by your legs but never letting go of your hands.

"No, Sebastian. It would've been useless. Professor Fig was with me but I told him to leave because it was too dangerous for him, I would've told you the same if you were there. Besides, you had your own things to worry about—"

"No, no, no, don't say that. You've done so much for me this year that most people wouldn't have been able to accomplish in a single year, the least I could've done was protect you." Sebastian said, his grip slightly getting tighter but not overbearing.

"I'm fine, really." You tried to push away his concerns but he insisted.

"Fine? MC, have you looked at yourself? Your arms are covered in bandages, you basically look like a mummy! If that's your definition of 'Fine' then I'm deeply concerned for you." Sebastian confronted, causing you to give me a pitiful smile.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I just didn't want anymore trouble nor did I want to risk losing someone I care about." You admitted, giving a small smile.

"I forgive you, just promise me next year won't be as dangerous as this one? I appreciate adventure, but not death wishes." Sebastian joked, causing you to laugh a bit.

Poppy Sweeting

"MC! Are you okay?!" Poppy greeted, rushing to your side at the hospital wing.

"Yeah, just a bit bruised." You admitted, smiling to Poppy.

"Don't ever do that again! From now on, I'm gonna make sure Highwing always has her eyes on you because you're just so... so—reckless!" Poppy exclaimed, her worries and care pouring out like word vomit.

Poppy had more to say but you didn't want to interrupt her in her worried rants, so you just listened with a smile on your face. She finished with an exaggerated sigh, her lungs trapping a bit of air at the beginning of her rant that needed to be let out.

"Feel better now?" You joked, seeing her calm down.

"A bit, I'll be way better once you're well enough to leave the hospital wing." Poppy admitted, sighing a little.

"Couldn't agree more." You stated, smiling brightly.

Ominis Gaunt

Word about the goblin attack spread through the school and surrounding areas like wildfire, everyone's talked about it at least once. Ominis knew you had some quarrels with a goblin named Ranrok and knew the dangers that came with it and he didn't question that you played a major part in defending Hogwarts.

Sebastian was the one to inform Ominis about you being in the hospital wing but that you hadn't woken up yet, so it felt only right to check on you, even if you didn't know he was there.

Ominis used Floo Powder to get to the hospital wing to make travel easier and located you from his wand, still unconscious. He sighed a little before sitting down in a nearby chair, waiting for either you to wake up or for the nurse to tell him it was time to go.

He wished you stayed mostly out of trouble when you got here or at least only worried about the goblin issues, sensing the bandages on you made Ominis have the feeling that if him and Sebastian had been more reckless when you helped them that this would've happened sooner.

Ominis heard you shuffle a little in your bed and tensed up a bit, trying to hear if you were awake or not.

"Ominis...?" You asked, answering his question.

"Hi," Ominis paused, not really knowing what to say. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just got attacked by a magical dragon." You chuckled, causing Ominis to give you a more concerning look than he already had. "Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, you did what you had to do." Ominis paused again, he's not used to comforting people or being comforted so he really didn't know what to say. He gently found your hand and held it. "I'm just glad you made it out alive."

You smiled, Ominis had always been nice to you unless he was upset but somehow managed to forgive you easily. You know you and Ominis got off on a lot of wrong starts but tried to make it up whenever you could, like if you saw his struggling in potions, you'd help him.

"Thank you, Ominis." You said with a smile, gently squeezing his hand.

Ominis smiled, "Just promise to not get into as much trouble in the future, you got lucky this time, I wouldn't test it again."

You chuckled, agreeing with him.

Amit Thakkar

He was anxious all morning during breakfast because he had heard of what to you the night prior, he wanted to see you but knew it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught when he didn't want to be. Finally, after leaving the Great Hall, he hurried to the hospital wing to find you quietly eating something yourself.

"Oh, hello Amit." You greeted, seeing him approach you.

"MC, what happened? Are you okay?" Amit asked, sitting down in a chair next to your bed.

"Well, goblins happened. Hopefully, I gave them enough of a scare that they decide to never mess around with Hogwarts again, and yes, I'm okay." You explained, smiling a bit.

"I've been so worried since I heard about the rumors of the goblin attack. I knew you were trying to keep them from whatever they were looking for but I was hoping they were just rumors." Amit admitted, sighing a little.

"Honestly, I'd have wished the same thing. It's over now, though. There will still be a nasty goblin here and there but they seem like a pesky bug now after I fought Ranrok." You joked, smiling to Amit.

Amit chuckled, finding a weird sense of admiration from your bravery. "I guess fighting a goblin who had been using wizard magic makes everything else seem like an assignment for school." Amit agreed, smiling back at you.

He decided to stay as long as he could with you as good company, some of your other friends came to visit and bring you gifts but he never left.

Eleazar Fig

He had been the one that carried your unconscious body to the hospital wing after you collapse from the powerful fight Ranrok gave you and from keeping that ancient magic from branching out where it doesn't belong. You had told him to run to safety after Ranrok destroyed the crate the magic was concealed in, he hated the idea of leaving a student he cared for in the jaws of potential death but he had no other choice.

He helped the other professors fight the goblins that came before rushing back to check on you, finding Ranrok dead, the magic concealed once more, and your body motionless on the ground. He expected the worst but didn't give up hope, he knew you could pull through.

After the nurse patched up your wounds and gave you a bed to rest in, Fig spent all his time by your side. He had a few cuts and bruises on himself that he got taken care of as well but never left you out of his sight for too long, not wanting to miss when you woke up again.

Hours passed, maybe even a full day passed before you slowly opened your eyes. Fig's attention was brought back to reality when he heard you sigh and saw your hand instinctively rub your eye.

"Professor...?" You asked, your voice raspy from the battle.

"I'm here, it's alright. You're in the hospital wing, Ranrok is dead, and the ancient magic has been concealed. You've done it." Fig smiled, gently taking the hand you weren't using and holding it.

"How long...?" You began but trailed off, finding it hard to use your words.

"You haven't been out long. Maybe a day, but I was expecting you to be resting longer." Fig admitted, gently brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

You hummed in response, letting Fig know you heard him. Words became something nearly impossible for you to use as tiredness and the weight of your body needing healing overpowered you.

"Rest, MC. Merlin knows you deserve it after all you've done." Fig said, seeing how exhausted you still were.

You nodded before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, the most peaceful you've had in a long time. Fig smiled before he leaned back in the chair he was sitting on, thinking to himself, 'I could use some shut eye too.'

#hogwarts legacy #natsai onai #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #professor fig #eleazar fig

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ruksahiroku · 1 year

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Masochist MC x Lucifer

Woo, I actually made something for once!

Warnings -- Mature, Restraints, Whips, Pain, Pleasure, implied suspension.

Other warnings -- Not proofread for errors. I want to care, but I'm also starving, soooo...

It should be fine.

Minors DNI

“MAAAAAAAAAMMOOOOOON!!”

You were in your room watching DevilTube when you heard Lucifer shout through the house. I wonder what he did this time..? You stood, throwing your phone on the bed and wandering towards the brothers' voices.

“C'mon! You've helped me before, what's wrong with one more time? I won't do it again, promise!” Mammon sounded desperate.

You heard Asmodeus huff, “That's what you've said the past 300 years! I am NOT helping you this time, my poor hands would get wrinkled. No. Thank. You.”

You turned the corner and locked eyes with Mammon, who used you as a meat shield like usual.

“MC will help me, right?” Mammon cried behind you, “You'd have the honour to help The Great Mammon after all.”

You sighed, wondering what you were getting into. “Of course I'll help you Mammon. I always do, don't I? What are we doing this time?”

“No.” Lucifer's voice was harsh, and your eyes met his. “Mammon will clean up his mess alone this time. He will work for free, and pay for anything he eats. Then, when he's done, he will report to me immediately for further punishment.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and waved Mammon away.

Surprisingly Mammon left, shoulders slumped. The rest of the brothers left one by one, leaving you alone with Lucifer.

“What did he do this time, Lucifer?” You cocked your head, thinking about seeing Mammon strung up later. It made a twisted jealousy form a knot in your stomach.

“He was caught selling things from Ristorante Six. Tablecloths, decor, utensils...” Lucifer shook his head, and sighed. “Sometimes I think he likes it when I punish him. I'll have to come up with something harsher for tonight. Perhaps he'll begin to be--”

You couldn't help yourself, “Punish me instead.” you blurted out, surprising you both as you stared at each other. You looked away, a fierce blush creeping across your face.

“Excuse me? MC, did I hear you correctly?” Lucifer took a step towards you and lifted your chin so you were face to face again. “Say it again.”

“I-I... Punish me instead. Maybe Mammon will behave if he knows that I will be the one taking the punishments.” Your face was red now, but your voice never wavered. “Don't go easy on me either.. Punish me like you would punish him. Whip me, and tie me up, make me into a chandelier while you and your brothers eat dinner.” Just the thought alone was enough to heat you up.

“And why should I do that, MC?” Lucifer was smirking, one eyebrow raised. He was toying with you on purpose.

You took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, then spoke, “Because I'm a masochist. Every time I hear one of them being punished, I would imagine it being me. To be degraded, humiliated, abused and hung like furniture...”

You were in Lucifer's room before you finished explaining it to him. You saw him smirk as he turned away from you and walked to his closet. When he turned back, you saw the whip he held.

“Come here.” It was a command, and you followed it. Lucifer smiled, “Good human. At least someone in this house will do as they're told. Now, I will give you the colour system for safe words, is that acceptable? Explain it to me so I know we both understand.”

“Yes, Lucifer.” You smiled back to him. It felt like a dream. “Green means I am good to continue. Red means stop, and it is over. Yellow means that I don't want to end, but I need something. Further communication is required.”

He nodded, “Very well. Then to begin, I'd like you to take off your RAD uniform. Set it here.” He pointed to a stool inside his closet. “You may leave your underclothing on, but the uniform is tailored to you. I would hate to have you miss classes because of this.”

Without a word you stepped past him and removed your school uniform, folding it on the stool. You stood in your underclothes, that blasted blush creeping back across your face.

Lucifer closed the doors to his closet, instructing you to stand facing the doors. “Good. Spread your legs for me, now.” As you did, he knelt to attach cuffs to your ankles. Each one was connected to a short chain bolted to the back of the door. “I don't bother doing this for Mammon, but I won't go easy on you. I don't want to seriously injure you if you squirm at the wrong time.” He ran his hands up your sides, and down your arms to your wrists. “Colour?” He raised your arms above your head to attach another pair of cuffs to the top of the door

You were breathing heavily. “Green.” Never in a million years did you think that you would obtain this sort of attention.

He stepped back from you, and you could hear him swing the whip a few times in practice.“Then we will begin. I will start with ten. You will count. If I don't hear you, or you miss a number, we go back to one. I will warn you only once if I cannot hear you. Are you ready?” His voice was distant, a cold professionalism running through it.

“Yes Lucifer.” You rested your head against the door, and closed your eyes, listening for the sound of the air splitting.

CRACK!

It stung more than you expected, and you gasped out in shock. “One.” You could feel a warmth blossom in your core, and your back.

CRACK!

You cried out, not expecting another blow to come so quickly. “Two.”

CRACK!

Panting for breath now, your entire body was on fire. “Three.”

CRACK!

It stung so badly, this is the bliss you were looking for. You couldn't help yourself, moaning, “Lucifer... Four...”

You heard the click of his shoes against the polished wooden floorboards, and felt his gloved hands against your body, slowly roaming. “Colour?”

“Green.” Your head lolled back against him as one of his hands wrapped lightly around your neck.

“Good. It seems like you're enjoying this, MC.” He chuckled.

He stepped away from you again, and you whined in protest.

CRACK!

Another moan of his name. “Lucifer..”

He never heard a voice so sweet. It made him want. He wanted this, you, moaning his name. He wanted to take you, hide you from the world, you were his. Instead, he readied for another swing, smiling. “I didn't hear you, dove.”

“I” You hesitated, voice full of lust, “I don't remember, I'm sorry.”

“Then we will have to start over.” He chastised you. “Now it will be fifteen, Understood?”

“Ye--”

CRACK!

You weren't expecting it, and your knees buckled. “One.” You straitened up waiting for the next.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

You screamed, unable to maintain your composure, or control your body as an orgasm ripped through you, staining your clothes. You heard a thunk as something fell to the floor, and Lucifer's hands were on you, holding you up, undoing the restraints.

“MC? Are you alright?” He looked at you, and his concern fizzled away into a cocky smirk. “You certainly seem to be fine. Color?”

“Green.” You said shakily as you regained some control over yourself. “Two, three, four.” You smiled to him.

He chuckled, “Very good, MC. Now, if you wish to be hung above the table for dinner, I should tie you up now. Usually I wouldn't do this, but it's my turn to make dinner tonight. If you are still okay after dinner is cleaned up and over, I will finish your punishment.” He removed the cuffs from your ankles first, then your wrists.

“I think I'll need to change first, please.” You said, looking away from him.

“That is out of the question. This is a punishment after all. Now everyone will know,” He lowered his voice, a possessive growl as he continued, “Just how excited you got from being tied up and whipped by me.” He licked his lips, looking at you like cornered prey. “Understood?”

“Yes, Lucifer” you whispered.

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gloryofluv · 10 months

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Everything to Me.

Solomon X f! MC (Nightbringer)

Sometimes the Devildom held demons of a different type. Especially in the past. These ones could only be buried for her. He saw it in her face when she sat down.

"I miss them," she sighed and slid down to Solomon's thigh.

Solomon's fingers carefully fluttered through her hair. He had to command his heart to slow. She was being vulnerable with him. She was allowing him to be her shelter for once. A small crack in her armor that he would gladly mend if she let him.

"We will keep working on it," he murmured.

She exhaled and her lips curled in the slightest. "Thank you for coming to help me. I don't know what I would do without you."

He exhaled slowly and deepened his stroking of her silky strands. Wishing away her worries and hurt. "I couldn't leave you to do this alone. You're skilled, but by no means could I expect my apprentice to do this alone."

There was a horrible silence as Solomon continued his soothing of her broken heart. How devastating that he, a wise sorcerer of remarkable power, couldn't be what she really wanted. Nevermind. He needed to help her.

"You know what I miss most?" She asked.

"Hm?"

She breathed and wiped her eyes as tears dribbled to his pants. "I'm not everything to someone anymore."

She was so breakable. He felt the tingle of familiarity and hurt. That devastation of being locked away from light and joy.

"You are to me. That's why I followed," he whispered. How could he let his tongue run away from him. How dare his treacherous tongue!

She turned and stared up at him. Glimmering eyes that grew and then a soft smile appeared on her lips. She reached up and caressed his cheek.

"We can do this together," she breathed.

"Together," he smiled.

Maybe this wasn't a horrible thing... maybe she would actually see him as more than background noise. Maybe she could love him as he undoubtedly loved her.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me!#obey me drabble #nightbringer mc #om! solomon #solomon x mc #obey me solomon

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dear-departed · 2 years

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hello been reading some of your stuff and will probably continue to read it after i get this out of my mind but i was playing obey me and thinking:

i could not deal with living in the HOL. i have plenty of patience, but the constant fighting of the brothers, lucifers pride stopping him from admitting he is wrong, mammon selling things that dont belong to him for grimm, levi holing himself up and being lowkey manipulative with his self degradation causing you to spend time with him, satans short temper and occasional threats that terrify me, beel constantly eating everything in the house (i have a high metabolism and am very protective of my food for reasons unknown), and belphie sleeping constantly (plus the fact im still kinda salty about being killed in chapter 16 and then him just, acting like it necer happened) and them taking up all my time

basically id go insane, and want to know if you could write a story (long or short) about me sneaking over to purgatory hall, leaving a note saying ill see them at RAD. what id do with the residents (baking with luke, potions and magic with solomon, reading and maybe writing with simeon) and the brothers reactions to me leaving without telling them in advance and being gone so long (a night to a whole weekend)

thank you!!

Hello, Love!

I like this idea, and I totally get what you mean, I don't think I could handle not getting my proper alone time.

I tried my best with this, it got kinda rushed near the end because it was 4 in the morning and I just wanted this baby finished and over with. I loved writing it!

Some of this stuff is very much based off my childhood memories (wet, damp, grass smell is a big thing) and my interests (writing and baking with Simeon and Luke, but MC already knows a little about each) but I hope you enjoy regardless!

MC is gender neutral, and as a prefix, Mx. is used

Warnings: Mild angst, some deep conversations with Solomon, but not much, also Solomon just being a little shit for funsies, mild angst, crying Mammon

Word count: 7k

‘Please, dammit, just let me get through this chapter without another distraction.’

The ruckus downstairs was enough to let you know that this peace and quiet you’ve been enjoying for the past 10 minutes wouldn’t last long.

The noise, that damned noise downstairs. You’d only gotten through a few pages of the book you were reading. Each sentence needed to be read a few times to actually soak into your mind, every grueling detail difficult to take in.

Upon hearing a hasty knock, then the door being burst open, you knew it was over. With a defeated sigh, you slowly shut the book, not bothering to save the page. It’s not like you’d gotten that far anyway, so what was the point?

Mammon and Levi were both quick to storm into the room, Mammon holding up a Ruri-Chan figurine, which was about the size of a beer bottle.

“You greedy ass, give it here!” Levi desperately held out his hand, looking wound up and about ready to headbutt his older brother.

“No way in hell would I give this to you! Do you know how much it’s worth! And besides, I found it, it’s mine! Unless you can cough up 8 thousand grimm, I’m gonna sell it online!” The second born sat himself next to you, far too close than you were comfortable with at the moment.

“I would say until pigs fly, but you’ve got wings, jackass!” Levi directed his eyes toward you, then back to Mammon. “And plus, it’s not fair to barge into MC’s room and push this onto them! I seriously doubt they want to deal with one of my weird hermit problems!”

You let out a deep sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in ever since you heard that knock. “Mammon... just, give him his action figure back.”

“No! Do you get how much this is worth?!”

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, I command you to give Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, his figurine back!”

It wasn’t worth it to try and reason with him, especially not today, you reasoned. You watched as Mammon’s breath hitched, his mouth falling agape as protest as he groaned, his arms shooting out to hand Levi the action figure back.

Leviathan’s eyes damn near sparkled when you said that. He hands hastily snatching the figurine to his chest, grinning as he blushed, “oh, MC! I really didn’t expect you to actually stick up for me, you’re the best!”

Mammon’s arms dropped back down to his sides, his chest heaving as he sucked in a few quick breaths. “Are you serious, MC?!”

“Don’t look at me like that, you shouldn’t have taken it in the first place.” You hummed. After a while at The House of Lamentation, you learned that Mammon being angry wasn’t really anger. You learned that he almost didn’t have the capacity to truly be mad at you, especially when he knew you were in the right.

He stayed seated, trying to formulate his next smart comeback. He ignored the yelling that erupted from the kitchen. You, however, couldn’t seem to get it out of your head. His next words were a blur to you. Between your rare alone time being interrupted, you just being overall tired, and the dull, aching, pain in your head, everything just came back a little fuzzy.

“MC? Hello? Earth to MC?” Leviathan asked as Mammon waved a hand in front of your face. “Ya okay? Ya seem kinda... out of it.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine, I’m perfectly fine, just need a second, so just...” You set your book aside, scooting back on the bed, away from Mammon. The muted warmth radiating off the demon was beginning to get rather uncomfortable, on top of everything. “I’m just... I need a second.” You repeated, hoping, praying, to something out there that they would get the memo and just leave.

“Okay, okay!” Mammon stood up, taking a few steps back. But alas, he didn’t make his way toward the door.

“I mean I need a moment alone. And by a moment, I don’t mean just go out of the room and come back in a minute, I mean please leave me alone unless there’s an issue that you can’t just solve yourselves.” You rubbed your temples, your headache increasing until it felt like the veins in your neck would pop.

“I knew they didn’t want us around, who would?” Leviathan grabbed Mammon, dragging him by the back of the shirt out of the room. Thankfully, Levi is an introvert, and knows the importance of completely shutting someone’s door before leaving. At least that’s one thing.

The yelling from the kitchen was obviously Satan, nobody could mistake it. That strained screaming, where his voice cracked and his voice got deeper, less refined than normal. You could almost see him now, threatening Lucifer, who wouldn’t dare take any part in admitting that he did something to piss Satan off.

When this whole shitshow started, you might’ve gone down to check on it, but it always ended up the same. Someone would get to you first, complaining about someone or something. Christ, it was like you were their only relief in this household.

A thought suddenly crossed your mind, one not too unfamiliar to you. What would happen if you just packed up and went to purgatory hall for a day? Or a few nights? Maybe it would give the brothers some time to get themselves in line, and it would give you time to cool down before you snapped, got your neck snapped. Again.

No, no, you couldn’t. Leaving them would be cruel, especially without any warning? What if Lucifer got pissed off and told Lord Diavolo? And what if Lord Diavolo got upset in turn?

Or what if you just asked Lord Diavolo? He always seemed to be decently understanding. After all, he’s been near the demon brothers for hundreds of years now, he knows how tiring they can get.

So without any further considerations, before you decided to chicken out, you pulled out your D.D.D, opening up Diavolo’s contact.

MC: Lord Diavolo? Can I have your opinion, or blessing on something?

Diavolo: Of course, what is it, MC?

You hesitated for a moment, typing and retyping the words you were about to say next. Should you ask to call him instead? No, someone might hear, and lord knows they’d go feral.

MC: How would you feel about me staying at Purgatory Hall for a few days? Just to cool off? All of the brothers are getting to be a bit much. I hope you understand, and it’s alright if you refuse.

Diavolo: Haha! Of course, you may, those brothers are always so rowdy, I understand! I’ll send over someone to escort you tonight.

Diavolo: And don’t worry, I won’t tell Lucifer, it’ll be our little secret for now

MC: Thank you, Lord Diavolo

He sent an emoji, that one of the Red Devil winking, with its hip jutted out to the side. At least he’s understanding.

The title of a ‘Demon Prince’ was always super intimidating, every portrayal of one like Diavolo was always tyrannical, sadistic, and an overall ass, and there was always this part of you that expected him to respond to you like that.

Great. So now all you had to do is pack a bag without any of them knowing. Which is, arguably, the hardest part of this whole thing.

♥

Just as you thought, packing your bag was hell, all puns intended.

You pretended to take a shower, or in other words, you grabbed a bunch of clothes and a duffle bag and shoved everything you’d need for the weekend into it. A few different outfits, a comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, a stick of deodorant, that sort of stuff.

It felt alien to you. You’d only ever packed to leave the house after the exchange program had first ended, or whenever you went on trips with the brothers.

But as you got a text from Barbatos after some of the brothers had gone to bed, the remaining ones too busy to be out of their rooms at this time of the night, you felt kind of bad. Frustrated, yes, but something in your heart tugged you toward this chaotic bunch. It’s not like you were leaving forever, but still.

Alas, you neatly placed your note on your bed, doing a double-take around the room before hauling your bag up onto your shoulder, your shoes hanging by their laces on the strap of the bag, and stepped out of the door, swinging it shut, then carefully turning the knob and shutting it, making as little noise as possible. You were fully aware Lucifer knew you were out of your room, but that didn’t matter.

As you passed the kitchen, the distant noise of soft grumbling radiated from the dim glow that radiated from the fridge. Satan was going to be pissed about that in the morning, you noted.

You crept further down the hall on soft footfalls, the silver moon bouncing off the walls, the pictures on the walls basking in the familiar sunless Devildom sky.

You felt eyes upon you, but something kept you from turning around. If they were going to stop you, or say something, they would have by now. Your hand lurched for the doorknob, slowly starting to turn the cool metal beneath your warm fingertips. It moved no further. Of course, it would be locked.

You carefully set down your bag, holding the handle with one hand and carefully turning the lock with your other. A soft click sounded from the inner mechanisms of the old lock, proving you successful. You pulled the door open, picking up your bag again and shutting it behind you. You locked it, then took a moment to slide on your shoes finally.

The headlights of the chauffer's car shone in the dull, cold, night. All according to plan.

As that thought passed your mind, you felt the stare burning into the back of your skull dissipate, like a shadow sliding back into its corner, as if it’d been washed away by a cool bucket of water. Yet it left no release.

You walked toward the car, watching as the driver got out and walked to the back of the car. They stood strong, with their hands folded neatly in front of themselves. “Mx. (Last name), welcome.” They greeted, their gloved hand delicately opening the back door, nodding their head toward the seat. Lord Diavolo certainly hadn’t left any room for error, had he? Despite Purgatory Hall being a short walk away. To be fair, though, the Devildom isn’t the safest place for a human to roam at night.

You scooted in the seat, setting your bag to the side. “Thank you, really.”

“No worries, Mx. (Last name), it’s nothing short of my duty.” They offered a polite smile as they shut the door, moving back into the driver’s seat. They glanced at you through the mirror, “Purgatory Hall, correct?”

“Yes.” You traced your finger over the perfect stitching on the leather seats of the car, which smelled faintly of Lucifer’s unmistakable cologne.

As the car pulled away from the House of Lamentation, you slumped further into the seat, letting out a quiet sigh as your muscles relaxed, the anxiety that burned deep in your marrow slowly letting itself loose.

The gentle humming of the car was like a lullaby to your racing thoughts, the way it buzzed as it cruised down the road, it brought you back to different memories in your life. Long car rides at night, riding the bus, the way you used to squint when you were at stoplights to see how blurry you could get the lights to seem, the dank and musty smell of freshly mowed grass after a long day.

It didn’t take long before the car eased to a stop outside Purgatory Hall, the chauffer locking eyes with you through the mirror, that same, sterile, smile catching your attention as they looked at you. “We’ve arrived, I will stay here until you get inside.”

“Alright.” You unlocked and opened the door, slithering out of the seat and tugging the bag along with you. “Thank you, again, I know it really can’t be convenient picking random people up, especially at this hour.”

“Again, it’s no worries. And after all, Mx. (last name), you are no stranger. You’re a friend of both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” The driver assured.

You shut the door, walking around the back of the car and making your way up the short path to the front door. You knocked four times before stopping and listening closely for anyone inside the house. After a minute or two of crashing, groaning, and somebody from inside very obviously falling straight on their ass, a light turned on.

A tired-looking Simeon opened the door. “I... what are you...” He squinted, then blinked, seeming quite dazed. You could see the gears turning in his head, before his mouth went slightly agape, his crackly voice going “ohh... I remember now! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside, a loving grin tugging at the edge of his lips, which had a little bit of wet drool leaking off one side of his mouth.

You stepped into the house, the scent of vanilla hitting you square in the face.

Luke veered the corner, Solomon sluggishly following behind him, rubbing one side of his butt, a pained look wrinkling his features. Luke looked tired, but undoubtedly gleeful to see you. “You’re actually staying with us for a few days?!” He grabbed at your wrist, grinning a bit.

The small angel quickly caught himself, “it’s not that I’m happy about that or anything, I mean, I see you all the time! But... I’m happy you’re here!” He put a hand on his hip.

“I’m glad I’m here too, Luke.” You gave the top of his head a gentle pat, returning his tired smile. “I’m sorry to wake you all, and to kind of like, invade your home, even if I did let you know beforehand. I’m just...”

“We get it.” Solomon attempted to tame his hair, only paying attention to you half way. “Those brothers can get really tiring. It’s like, I love them, but even things you love can make you upset sometimes. It’s like listening to the same song on repeat for three hours, but it’s a song you love. You need to take a break from that song for a while before you can enjoy listening to it again.”

“That’s a good analogy, Solomon.” Simeon nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Do you want a hug? I know times like these can be stressful, and sometimes it can feel like everything around you is just all happening at once, and you want some space from them, I suppose?”

“Yes, please.” You shuffled closer to Simeon, Luke’s soft hand falling from your wrist as you wrapped your arms around the older angel, burying your head into his chest. Jasmin, chamomile, flowers... ugh. You allowed yourself to slip further into his embrace, noting the sudden warmth now connected to your side, Luke. They were warmer than the demon brothers, who were slightly cool to the touch.

Solomon watched from a couple feet away, his eyes filled with want as he stared into the empty spot at your other side. Eventually, he gave in, sinking into your familiar warmth.

Despite not spending nearly as much time here as you did the House of Lamentation, this place felt just as much like home as the other.

After a moment of comfortable, admittedly warm silence, Simeon pulled away, his delicate hands resting upon your shoulders, a smile gracing his angelic features. “I have no doubts you’re exhausted. We already have a place for you to sleep, how about we get you set up so you can get some good, undisturbed, rest?”

“That sounds heavenly.” You sighed, finally realizing how heavy your eyelids were.

He let out a soft laugh, brushing his hand against your cheek. “Well, we try. Solomon, if you don’t mind, can you take them over to their bed area? Luke and I will get them a cup of tea ready.” He and Luke pulled away from you, as did Solomon, who slowly nodded. “Sorry, almost fell asleep on you there.” he giggled, squinting at you. “I can’t stay up as late as I did before, being immortal takes its toll. Come on.” He nodded toward down the hall, making his way through the house with you hot on his tail.

“Luke and Simeon were overjoyed when they heard you were coming.” He said, his slippers making soft patting noises on the hard flooring. “So am I. I feel like we never hang out outside of studying. Maybe I can steal you away for a while, who knows?” He trailed his index finger along the wall, eventually stopping at a series of doors. “They decided to set up your sleeping arrangement in my room. Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom, you can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, unless you’re open to the idea of sharing a bed.” He paused, appraising your reaction.

You felt your face heat up, the tips of your ears becoming hot as you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at the floor. “You’ve been spending too much time with Asmo, I swear.” You set your bag by the sofa.

“Well, I’ve only known him for a few centuries, I wouldn’t say too long. So... was that a yes?”

“Solomon, I’m not taking your bed, I’m the guest, I’m sleeping on the sofa.” You shook your head, sitting down on the sofa, taking one of the throw pillows and placing it beneath your head.

“Well then, I guess we’re sharing the couch. I’m not sleeping on the bed either. As you said, you’re the guest, and you came here to feel comfortable.” He clambered onto the couch as well, humming triumphantly at you as Luke and Simeon both entered the room, a few cups of warm “sleepy time” tea in hand.

“This should get you nice and sleepy if you weren’t already, or at least calm you down.” Simeon placed two of the steaming cups onto the coffee table, placing coasters beneath them. “Be careful, it’s really hot.”

You made a mental note of now Luke’s cup wasn’t steaming, and he in fact had his other hand wrapped around the cup. Simeon definitely cooled it down for him, how sweet.

“Thank you, again. I know it’s a pain, but like you said, they get overwhelming sometimes.” You stared into your cup, the honey-colored liquid reflecting back yourself, someone who had gone through many big events and changes since you arrived in the Devildom. Someone who had died, come back to life, went through many death threats from various demons, including those closest to you.

And yet, a lot of the time, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Despite how unforgiving it is for humans, it’s oddly comforting.

“Really, MC, it’s no problem. Even in the celestial realm they were a bit much at times.” Simeon leaned down, planting a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “Now, you should get some rest. Don’t let Solomon be too mean to you.” he teased, giving your cheek a gentle pat before both he and Luke left the room, shutting the door behind them.

Solomon dipped his finger into his tea, muttering a quiet spell into the liquid, in a tongue you didn’t recognize. It must have been a spell he hadn’t taught you yet. “What’d you do to it?” You quirked a brow, watching as he chugged the cup down.

“I turned it into gin.” He smirked, looking up at you through his frosted lashes.

“Solomon!”

“Just kidding, I cooled it down. Want me to do the same for you.?” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, clearing his throat a little.

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” You scooted your cup of tea out to him. He dipped the very tip of his finger into the piping hot contents of the cup, muttering the same, soft, incantation before pulling his hand away. “Alright, should be fine, test it.”

You carefully picked up the cup, tipping it up just enough to touch the liquid to your lips. “It’s perfect.” Somehow, he’d gotten it to the perfect temperature. You took a long sip, savoring the lightly sweet, floral, drink. It slid down your throat smoothly, warming your body just enough to be oh so satisfying.

“I’m glad.” He idly watched you drink your tea, playing with a piece of loose thread in one of the cushions of the sofa, thinking of his next words. “I’m not supposed to say this, but Simeon’s making pancakes tomorrow morning because you decided to stay over. Don’t say anything to like, though. He’ll go feral; you know how much he loves Simeon’s pancakes.” He let his eyes stray, slowly beginning to stare straight through you.

He was knocked out from his daze when you set your cup down. He shook it off, grabbing both of the cups. “I’ll take these to the kitchen; you get comfy on the bed.” He smiled, the little dark circles underneath his blueish brown eyes, which showed up very prominently on his pale skin.

‘nice try, old man.’

He made a graceful exit from the room, but you couldn’t help but notice how he hobbled slightly. Damn, how had had he fallen on his ass?

You pulled your D.D.D from your pocket, half-expecting a flurry of texts and calls from the brothers. All you were met with, however, was a few stray texts from Diavolo and Barbatos, briefly letting you know that the driver was there, or asking if you’d gotten there safely. You assured them you had, setting your phone in your bag.

Solomon returned a minute later, quirking an icy brow.

“...Damn you, Solomon.” You feigned annoyance as you climbed onto the bed, slipping beneath the covers. “I’m not having you sleeping on the couch, either. Come here.”

“Roger.”

♥

You awoke to the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the air, and the weight of Solomon sliding off the bed. You let out a soft groan, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. It was so relaxing to not be woken up by Mammon bursting through your door, so nice to not hear someone screaming downstairs.

“Good morning, sleepy head. You slept like a rock last night.” The sorcerer chuckled, turning his back to you as he took off his shirt, swapping it out for a fresh one. Right, today was a weekend, nobody had school.

“H... wha?...” You moaned, the feeling of sleep slipping through your fingers as you slowly sat up, still not entirely able to tell if this was a dream or not.

“I got up a few times, and let me tell you, you didn’t move at all. You must’ve been really tired.” He grabbed a pair of pants and some boxers and whisked himself off to the bathroom, leaving you in a blurry daze.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fog clouding your mind. Oh right, you snuck out without telling the brothers anything.

You groggily got out of bed, feeling both the most well-rested yet the most tired you’d ever been in your life. You quickly changed, trying to finish up before Solomon came out of the bathroom.

Hesitantly, you picked up your phone. Surprisingly, though, you only had 13 texts. Which may seem like a lot, but... all of the brothers texted once or twice, Lucifer told them to give you some space in the group chat, messaged you that he was sorry for any discomfort they may have caused, and that seemed to be that. Sure, they moped, but you didn’t get any calls, no texts, after that.

With that off your chest there wasn’t a lot to worry about anymore. No upset brothers, just mildly tickled demon men, which you could live with.

“I’m back, let’s get to the dining room.” Solomon stood by the doorway, bowing his head lightly, motioning you into the hallway. You followed along, with all the lights on, you were fully able to take in the vivid and rich paintings lining the walls.

Upon entering the dining room, you see Simeon being the perfect malewife, I mean being very helpful.

He’s setting the table, a large plate of pancakes in the center, with plates for everyone in their respective places, your plate was placed between him and Luke.

Luke was also being helpful, bringing out a carton of milk and juice, setting cups and silverware next to everyone’s plates. It was obvious he was trying to contain his excitement, his lips were pursed, barely suppressing the grin that lay beneath his attempt at a calm façade.

“Breakfast is served!” Simeon said in his melodic voice, his tone wafting through the air the same as the smell of the pancakes. A gentle smile graced his features as he eyed you up and down, tilting his head. “I heard you slept well?”

“I slept great, I hope you did, too... even though I did wake you up to stay over.” You smiled in return, earning a blush from the angel.

“MC! You have to come over more often! I mean, please come over more often!” Luke took his place at the table, looking absolutely thrilled.

His favorite people all in the same room, with his favorite food, all in a good mood. Nothing could beat this moment, right here.

You, Solomon, and Simeon all sat in your respective places, chatting while peacefully chowing down on the awesome breakfast that Simeon had made. You let them all know about the texts you’d seen, and they were happy to hear that the brothers at least agreed to give you some space for the time being.

“It’s really peaceful here” you remarked, shoveling a forkful of pancake into your mouth.

“Yes, I do think it’s peaceful here, for the most part. After all, including you, the house does have eight people. That’s a lot of people all at once, and including you, we only have four, so really, we’re just less crowded. And I do admit, some of the brothers are crazy in the mornings.” Simeon laughed, covering his mouth.

“This is really good, Simeon.” Solomon leaned an elbow on the table, sending you all a little grin. “I think I should make breakfast tomorrow morning. It’s only fair, you and Luke already cooked, so I think I should take over tomorrow. After all, I’ve been looking at this new recipe for w-”

“NO! NO CHANCE IN... I mean...” Simeon cleared his throat, nearly choking on his bite of pancake. “Luke and I are more than happy to cook, it's our hobby, after all” He smiled. “There’s really no need to overwork yourself, Solomon.”

“Oh no, I insist. You really should look at this recipe, Simeon. I think adding my own twist would make it taste better, though.” Solomon took a swig of juice.

“Your food is really, really... special. I just don’t think our stomachs are used to how good it is, so-” Simeon started, only to be cut off by Luke.

“You suck at cooking-”

“Luke!-”

“Sorry! It just slipped out! Not even Beel can eat It, though!”

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands and laugh, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. And the worst part? You knew Solomon was aware how awful his cooking was. He just didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, Solomon, but he’s right. I think there’s a 50/50 chance that you either die or become immortal when someone eats your cooking” You gave the sorcerer a playful glance, who winked in return.

♥

Apparently Simeon gets the most motivation in the mornings.

He invited you to shoot some ideas back and forth for one of his up-and-coming books. This mostly consisted of you attempting to teach him how the hell to run the “word” program on his computer, which he so kindly got from one of Leviathan’s suggestions.

He’s still amazed that it turns on.

But imagine his fucking shock when you boot up Microsoft word. His eyes go wide and he started exploring all of the options.

Every single one of them.

He knew what a lot of them were, the font options, alignment, things like that, but what the hell are ‘wingdings?

“Simeon, those are pretty much colorless emojis but for a Microsoft word document, you don’t need those to write. Those are for like, flyers, and pamphlets, y’know?” You pointed back to the ‘home’ tab, but he stayed on the ‘insert’ tab.

“How do I get these on my D.D.D? I haven’t seen these emojis on my phone.” He began to browse through them, littering his document with hearts, cartoon spider webs, smiley faces, everything under the sun.

“You can’t, Simeon, I’ll show you those later, let’s just start with the ideas.” You put your hand over his, directing him back to the ‘home’ tab. His shoulders slumped a little, yet he nodded. “You’re right, I need to actually start.”

For a while, the two of you just snacked and had drinks while he bounced different novel ideas off you, listening to your opinions on different plot ideas.

Eventually, he pulled out a notebook and laid his head in your lap, tapping a pen against his lips. “Now, what are some good side character names? I’m running low on names I haven’t used before.” He clicked the pen against his temple, scribbling on the corner of the page to make sure it worked.

“How about... Elyssa?”

“Oh, that’s a good one! Like... a high elven princess, I can see her being this regal figure, morally grey.” He kicked one leg onto the other, humming softly as he jotted the name down.

“Harris.”

“I’ve used that one before.”

“Uh... Astrophel!”

“That one, too.”

“Vivian”

“Okay, okay, that’s good, I don’t have any ideas for her, but I’m sure some will come eventually.”

“Ezra.”

“I like that!”

This went on for who knows how long. Sometimes he would just set his notebook down while you idly raked your hands through his hair, trying to think of more names after you ran out.

♥

Next was baking with Luke, apparently, Barbatos had “assigned” him lemon meringue cookies, and Luke would be damned if he failed an assignment from one of his mentors.

He pulled out four eggs, turning to glance at you. “Do you know how to separate the whites from the yolks?”

“yeah-”

“Do NOT separate them with your fingers! Because if you do, the oils from your fingers-” he wiggled his fingers in the air “-will keep the proteins from whipping up in the egg whites! Because fat keeps things from whipping up unless it is fat based. That’s why we wiped the mixing bowl with lemon, because it’s acidic, and cuts away any remaining fat in the bowl!”

You were vaguely aware of this, but hey, why not let the kid have his fun being smarter than you?

“Yes, Sir Luke!” You saluted, taking the eggs delicately in your hands. “And I’ll make sure to crack them in a separate bowl so I don’t get any shells in them, either.” You assured, pulling out another, smaller, bowl. You cracked them over the sink, saving the yolk for later and putting the egg white into the other bowl.

“I’ll get started on the syrup.” You heard Luke working on the stove behind you, humming a soft little tune to himself as he focused. You appraised the egg whites, carefully placing them into the mixing bowl after you picked out any shells remaining. “What now?”

“Start the mixer on medium, and add in this when it gets foamy, catch!” he tossed you a small plastic container of a white, powdery, substance. ‘Cream of tartar’, the label read.

“How much do I put in?”

“Only a teeny tiny bit, ¼th of a teaspoon, there should be a spoon for it inside the 1/2th.”

“Roger that.” You did as told, deciding to muse the kid “so, what’s this for?”

“Oh, cream of tartar is to stabilize the egg whites! After a certain point, egg whites can get too whipped and deflate! So, when you add...” you tuned him out as you eyed the egg whites, watching them get foamy, then as they grew in volume.

“It’s awesome you know all of this, Luke, it’s really impressive.” You turned back to glance at him, to see his face bright red.

“You think so, MC?... I don’t know what to say...” He stared at his shows. “Thank you, it means a lot that you think I’m smart, and not just some dumb little kid.”

“Of course, I don’t think you’re just some dumb kid, Luke. You’re in direct contact with Michael, after all. I know he’d only ever choose the best angels to help him.” You ruffled his hair. “I like how you appreciate the little things, like how you really like Simeon’s pancakes, and how you won’t say it, but you actually don’t mind demons. They’re nicer than you thought, huh?”

“...Yeah. They are. I like Beel. He's scary sometimes, but I know he cares about his family, kind of like how I care about you and Simeon. I think of you all as family.” He sniveled, looking up at you and wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, quivering smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best family I could ask for.”

Who knew an angel with such a sweet tooth could be sweeter than what he bakes?

After calming Luke back down, which apparently, he’s a happy crier sometimes, the two of you got back to work.

He picked up the boiling pot of sugar syrup and you helped slowly pour it in while the egg whites were still mixing. “It won’t scramble, don’t worry!” he stated proudly as he drizzled in more of the syrup.

Slowly, the egg whites in the bowl became stiffer and glossier until the entirety of the syrup was in the mixer. Then, you both added yellow food coloring and lemon extract.

The oven, preheated to 225 degrees Fahrenheit, or 80 degrees Celsius, was then ready for the freshly piped meringue, in perfect, crimped peaks.

They turned out amazing after a few hours, the lemon flavor bursting through the foamy sugar like a delightfully sour surprise.

♥

Lastly, you decided to join Solomon in his room to study, which was fun, to say the least.

He knows how to have fun while also keeping you engaged, playfully casting harmless spells on you, having you taste-test potions with short-term effects.

“Now, add the chopped bits of the poison fire coral to the cauldron. That’s right, good.” He guided your hand with the scoop toward the cauldron, directing you carefully.

“Is it supposed to do that?” The liquid inside the pot began to spurt and sparkle, sending little bits of flame flying toward you both. He didn’t flinch as they landed on his bare skin, dissipating instantly.

“Perfectly normal, just stay calm.” he checked his watch, seemingly counting the seconds.

“and... twelve! See, it stopped!” He gestured to the cauldron, which did indeed, cease with the whole ‘spewing fire’ thing.

“Now, try it.” He dipped a glass spoon into the shiny, bright red, liquid, holding it close to your lips. It burned your nose lightly when you sniffed it, not really having a smell, just kind of burning.

“Isn’t poison fire coral deadly?”

“Oh, very, but this potion neutralizes it. Trust me, I use it all the time.”

Hesitantly, you sipped the smooth, slightly thick, potion from the spoon. It sent shooting pain down your throat, as if a million fire and were crawling up and down your innards. “Oh, my gods, that hurts!”

“Just wait a second.”

Sure enough, the pain went away as soon as it came. “What did that even do besides hurt me?”

“Blow me.”

“WHAT? SOLOMON!”

“No, I mean like, blow air at me!”

You let out a puff of air through your lips. A bright reddish orange flame spewed from your delicate lips, reaching out to lick his cheek, like the hand of a deadly yet seductive mistress. The fire caressed his skin lightly, not daring to light his hair aflame. In fact, he seemed unphased by it, as if it wasn’t warm whatsoever.

“I can breathe fire?!”

“Kind of. Try to blow on your hand.” He instructed.

You did as he said, noticing that the flame felt slightly cool, an exact parallel of what you’d felt in your throat moments earlier.

“It only lasts for a little bit, only about 30 minutes. I have an antidote, if you’d like one.”

“As long as it can’t catch anything on fire, I’m fine with having this for 30 minutes, count me in!” As you excitedly talk, little bursts of flame expelled from your lips, wisping past your hair.

He chuckled, leaning on his arm. “You know...” he shook his head “I quit befriending mortals because so many of them die whenever you’re super close to them. Yet oddly enough, I can’t stop myself from being close to you. You’re like trying to resist... gee, I’ll say, you’re like trying to resist sin itself. But I’d say you’re the best sin out there.” He stared into your eyes. “Damn you for being a human. I might just have to turn you immortal with me.”

♥

Back at the house, before you’d woken up, Mammon ran to Lucifer, freaking the hell out, waving your note in his hand like a madman. “MC!... Lucifer, bro, it’s MC, th-they ran away, a-and... they said they ran away but I don’t believe it because why the hell do they need to run away they just said that needed to go to Purgatory Hall for a break but why wouldn’t they just tell us?! And Lucifer we’ve gotta go lookin’ for them becasue only dad knows where the hell they are now! What if someone just wrote like them? There are a lotta people in the Devildom who would kill to hurt or take them and I’m worried and...” He sucked in a breath of air, choking on his sobs.

Lucifer furrowed his brows, snatching the note from Mammon, going over the note a few times. “I’m calling a family meeting to see if anybody knows about this. We will contact Lord Diavolo if there is reason, but we don’t have suspicion to believe that they were captured. Here, seem like you need it.” Lucifer offered Mammon a sip of his water, who just shook his head.

Dammit, why was he so bothered by this? Why did it rub him the wrong way? Was he sick in the head or something for assuming that was where you’d gone? Or was it a normal reaction? Either way, he just... he had to know you were safe. Regardless of if you probably were, as your first man, it’s his duty to know you’re safe.

Everyone gathered in the living room, half worried sick, the other half of the brothers not really surprised at all.

“First order of business.” Lucifer folded his hands neatly on his lap. “I did hear MC awake last night, they walked out of their room, I know that. I heard them. But I need to know if any of you saw them leave, and if they were alone.”

All of the brothers stayed silent and still, all but Belphie, who quietly raised his hand. “I saw them leave.”

“And you didn’t stop them?! What if they get hurt?!” Mammon exclaimed, “are ya crazy?!”

Belphie shook his head “no, I didn’t stop them. They were checking their phone when I saw them. I was trying to get Beel back to our room. I saw one of Lord Diavolo’s cars out the window. I think they’re fine. They had a bag and everything. I really do think they just got overwhelmed.” He curled up on the sofa like a cat, laying his head on his arms.

“Oh.” Mammon stopped having what appeared to be a heart attack, shiveling as he wiped up his tears. “Well... so... they’re fine? I was worryin’ over nothin’?”

Nobody responded to him as Lucifer drew his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Lord Diavolo just to double check, but thank you, Belphie.”

“yeah.”

Lucifer dialed up Diavolo, who answered right away. “Hello, Lord Diavolo? You’re on speaker. My brothers and I would like to know if you had a car pick up MC last night.”

The demon prince’s giggle came clear through the phone, a failed attempt at stifling his glee “I won’t tell, Lucifer. I’ve been sworn to secrecy~”

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Lucifer rubbed his temples with a quiet yet exasperated sigh.

“...You see right through me, Lucifer! Yes, you’ve caught me.” He pouted.

“Understood, I will inform my brothers to not contact MC until further notice, thank you for the explanation, have a nice day. Goodbye.”

“...So, they’re fine.” Mammon put a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Okay then. I don’t, how will I keep myself entertained?”

“Figure it out yourself, I’m taking a nice long nap with a body pillow.”

“I think I’m gonna go to Hell’s kitchen.

“I’m taking a self care day!”

“I’ll update MC on the book I’m reading when they return.”

“I’ll get some good manga for MC to read when they get back!”

“...I might go to the casino.”

“Mammon, I will string you up if you dare go within 500 feet of a facility that inhibits gambling.”

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@zeroabyss replied to your post “@zeroabyss replied to your post “You're not wrong...”:

I definitely say a father telling him he has to do it all on his own and that he can’t even rely on his friends or even their fellow nations, definitely pushed Lyon to take the path that he did. No one can handle something on their own, and so Lyon was tempted to use the one power their texts said had the power to avert disaster.

You can see how this issue was more than likely a flaw when Lyon talks about him to the twins. About how his father took on the burdens all on his throne and barely, if ever rested. The man shouldered everything that it likely played into his worsening health and death, and his final words being to tell Lyon he can’t rely on help from others concerning a natural disaster and that the other countries would leave any Grado refugees to die at the border to protect themselves

Vigarde pushing all of the country's hopes and aspirations on his unprepared son was his mistake, sure, but...

Between Vigarde telling him to deal with Grado's fate alone because relying on Renais is impossible, and Vigarde/Father Mc Gregor/The World telling him not to free Satan to use his powers because Satan nearly destroyed the continent centuries ago, if Lyon had to pick one command to disobey, I suppose he could have picked the "I'm still going to ask for Renais' help" instead of "I'm going to use Fomortiis' powers".

Vigarde might have steered him in the wrong direction - Lyon already playing with Fomortiis' powers (to save a child! and then to predict tempests and save more lives!) was his own thing.

It's SS in a nutshell, good intentions alone cannot justify the worst means used to satisfy/reach them.

Lyon lamented and complained about his perceived weakness, feeling he would never compare to the twins nor would be the kind of ruler Grado will need to save itself... so he doomed Magvel, wanting to be the strong and kind person he wished to be.

I think this is the flashback where it's more or less spelled out :

Lyon: “Mm… My research isn’t complete yet, but there’s no mistaking the power the Sacred Stones contain. And the Stone of Grado seems especially responsive to my dark magic. I suppose it’s because it contains both sacred and demonic properties. Regardless, if I can just press my studies a little harder… Well, I think I might be able to use it to heal my father’s illness. If that works, there’s no telling how many other people I can help as well.” Eirika: “Do you think this is wise? The power contained within the stones is beyond our understanding… My father tells me that the stones possess a power not to be trifled with.” Lyon: “Uh-huh… Father MacGregor is also against it. That’s why they still won’t give me direct access to the Stone of Grado. For the time being, I’ve made do with the radiant energies surrounding it. They’re nothing compared to the raw power of the stone itself, but… If I can show Father MacGregor some real progress, perhaps one day…”

(...)

Lyon: “Thanks, both of you. Hearing those words from you means a lot to me. Actually–and this hasn’t been made public yet–but… I’ve already saved someone using the knowledge I’ve gleaned so far.” Ephraim: “You have?” Lyon: “Uh-huh… A while back, a fire ravaged Serafew, and a little girl got trapped in the flames. Her burns were terrible: not even healing staves were able to cure her injuries. But just a sliver of the stone’s power restored her life and healed her wounds. We saved that girl’s life, Ephraim! Oh, if you could have seen the tears of joy in her mother’s eyes!

Fado, Ismaire and I'm pretty sure Vigarde himself know it's not wise to triffle/use the SS powers... Father MacGregor is also against it, as the resident "holy man" around - and his words are important, since the Church of Magvel was founded after Latona, who fell herself (but managed to fend him off for some reason ???) to Fomortiis' possession! - but Lyon's reply is... Mockery? Or disinterest?

Father Mac Gregor wanted to prevent him from continuing on this path, and forbade him access to the Stone! But Lyon didn't care and still used what was... available, when he also knows the power he is using has demonic properties, and a will of its own!

Lyon's reasoning isn't "Father Mac Gregor is right maybe I should try to consider that I cannot "use" Fomortiis" but something like "maybe he doesn't believe me when I tell him this power can be used for good! I just have to continue working on it!" completely missing the point...

Or is he?

Sure, Lyon saved the Serafew child... but this hadn't made been public as of yet (2 years before the start of the game), like was this not enough to convince Father Mac Gregor that he could use those powers to do right and good things? Or Lyon himself realised he... "saved" someone who was already dead?

This flashback is even more interesting because we have this, the twins' failure :

Ephraim: “Using the Sacred Stones to study magic…” Lyon: “Ephraim, Eirika, what do you two think? Using the divine power of the Sacred Stones in this way… You don’t think it’s a very good idea, do you?” Ephraim: “…It’s just that I know nothing at all of magic. I would that there were some way I could help you, but I simply can’t. But, Lyon, I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked to help others. I know how much you want the power to make others happy. I know these things, and because I know you, I trust your intentions.” Lyon: “Ephraim…” Ephraim: “If you hope to use the power of the Sacred Stone for good, I trust you can. I’m behind you all the way.” Eirika: “I agree with Ephraim entirely. You spend every night in the library, studying cures for your father’s illness. The power of the Sacred Stones is too powerful to be used for personal gain. But you, Lyon… I think you’ll be fine. You’re the kindest person I know.”

It's a double failure on their part, firstly because they give empty reassurances to Lyon claiming to know him, how he wants to use this power because he has the right intentions, or how it's totally not used for his personal gains...

When part of Lyon's desire for power was to help people, sure, but also, to be worth someone in Ephraim and Eirika's eyes!

Secondly...

No, the power of the SS (especially the one housing Fomortiis!) cannot and should not be used, even for "good" or with "good intentions". There are lines that shouldn't be crossed, even if it means not being able to save people/not reach your dreams.

The Epilogue in Eirika's route is very explicit :

Eirika: “That would be nice… But first we must seal this away… This stone banished the Demon King. With such power… Do you suppose we could bring back Father and Lyon… That everyone who died in this dreadful war could be–“ Ephraim: “Eirika.” Eirika: “I know, I know. Such things would be– I cannot wish for such things. No matter how it hurts, or rather because it hurts, we must learn to accept sorrow. We must take it into our hearts and tame our grief…” Ephraim: “Eirika… Tell me, Sister… If Lyon were here with us, what do you think he would want?” Eirika: “What he would want?” Ephraim: “Yes. You see, I think I know. It was the reason for his studies. It’s why he wanted to know about the Sacred Stones–or rather the Fire Emblem. Let’s take Lyon’s dreams and fulfill them in his stead. We can do that, can’t we? Without relying on any mystic power?” Eirika: “You’re right, Brother, we can. Let us fulfill his dreams. As Lyon wanted, as we all want… So we may live in peace and joy.”

Sure this epilogue sort of sucks because Eirika has to be explained things by Eph out of anyone (when we know how he takes the news in his route!), but the point still stands, tempted with the power to achieve the impossible... the heroes refuse and accept to move forward and fulfill their dreams (make the impossible possible?) without relying on mystic powers, especially if it comes from Fomortiis himself!

#zeroabyss #magvel stuff #fe8 #replies #lyon stuff #vigarde was an ass and yet he still wanted peace #FE8's dark magic comes from fomortiis #Knoll in his support argues that dark magic shouln't be seen as inherently evil #and yet dark magic users in this verse can summon monsters and zombies #“'i'll use my zombies for good” sure jan #I guess unlike the other games in the series where power isn't inherently evil it's what you do with it that's evil or not #Dark Magic being so tied to Fomortiis and giving to its users a bootleg copy of his abilities is telling enough #that even if a dark magic user has the best intentions he will fall due to the nature and source of that magic #maybe if users only limit themselves on using Flux they can be spared? idk #FE8 is the methods >intentions game #I like the Knoll Natasha support it highlights the differences between the two #they're similar in their wishes to help randoms and Grado #but when knoll says he wants to help by knowing and researching #Natasha wants to risk her life to save people #and knoll follows her but doesn't want anyone to die

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devildom-drabbles · 2 years

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I saw your request open and I'm here bring some hammer of angst. I hope this is not hard, the request is what happened if MC reborn back as a demon after they died, they're different from their usual human self and still trying to adapt as demon, they tried distant themself from the others because doesn't want to hurt them. Because they're still feral and still not in control of themselves. I hope you can understand me.

The character is Lucifer, Mammon, Satan and Solomon would do. They found MC in a very hidden area.

I hope this is okay.

Ooo, what an interesting concept! It’s not a problem at all, Anon. =) Some angst ahead and mentions of death, just to forewarn you all. Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!

How would Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Solomon react to MC being reborn as a feral demon?

Lucifer had just gone outside to take a walk. The weight of his heart from MC’s passing on top of his daily stresses and responsibilities were becoming too much for him to bear, so he desperately needed some air and a place to sit in silence, away from all the paperwork and the nosiness of his brothers at home. Knowing that he’d be able to find his way back, he strayed from his usual path for a change in scenery. The last thing he expected was to stumble across a familiar yet different-looking figure hunched over to drink from a pond in a secluded area. His suspicions were proven true the moment they lifted their head enough for him to see their face. Their name escaped Lucifer’s lips almost unconsciously, startling them when they finally noticed his presence. Before they could make a hasty retreat, he commanded them to halt, casting magic to immobilize them like when they used to use their pact on him. He then approached them and cupped their face in his hands to get a clear look at them.

“I knew it,” Lucifer confirmed, his expression stern. “So, you’ve become a demon now, MC.” He calmly studied their demonic features, along with the traces of physical toll this transformation has caused them. “It’s not an easy adjustment, as I’m sure you’ve come to realize. Have you been struggling in this form all alone?”

With the magic slowly lifting, MC began to squirm in Lucifer’s hold while admitting that they were intentionally isolating themself because they were having trouble controlling their new urges and didn’t want to harm him or anyone else they cared about.

“Did you forget in your time away that I’m one of the most powerful demons in this realm?” Lucifer questioned them with a smirk. “I’d be thoroughly impressed if you could lay even a scratch on me. And naturally, that also makes me the most suited to help you learn to control your new form. You’ll have nothing to worry about when you’re with me. Now then, with that settled,--” The Avatar of Pride’s gaze softened, his heart finally feeling light again as he soaked in the fact that the one he loved was truly here in front of him once more. “--shall we go home, MC? My brothers have missed you terribly. ...As have I.”

Mammon hadn’t stopped sulking since MC’s death. No matter what he did, everything reminded him of them in some way and made him miss them even more, if that was actually possible. Whenever he felt especially lonely, he’d go to his and MC's secret spot--a place they’d go to get away from their problems and be in each other’s company without any intrusions. It became like a routine for Mammon to visit that spot at least once every day by himself, and while he was there, he’d desperately wish that MC would appear next to him, flashing him that friendly smile that always made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Then one day, he was enraged to discover someone sitting in that spot that belonged only to him and MC. He shouted at the individual to leave as he stomped toward them, only to stop in his tracks when they locked eyes with him. Hold on, was that--?! The trespasser hurried to their feet to scurry off, snapping Mammon out of his daze so that he could pursue them. Since he was faster, he captured them in his arms in almost an instant. There was a quick bout of protesting and thrashing between the two until Mammon yelled MC’s name, making them freeze in place.

“No way...” Mammon muttered, his eyes trailing over their form. “You mean, you’re--? MC, it’s really you?” The sound of their familiar voice in reply put him on cloud nine like it used to, evident in the twinkle in his eyes but not in his gruff tone. “How long have ya been like this? And why didn’t ya come back to the House of Lamentation once ya got here? No, wait, better question: Why didn’t ya come to me?! I mean, ya came to our secret spot, so I guess it makes sense to look for me here, but ya should’ve just went to see me in my room first! Don’tcha understand how much I missed ya, MC?! Why haven’t I seen ya ‘til now?!”

After taking a moment to calm down, Mammon stopped talking so that MC had a chance to answer his questions. He felt guilty for getting worked up before hearing their side of the situation, and upon closer inspection, he could tell they’ve been dealing with a lot since their transformation.

“All right, the Great Mammon accepts your explanation,” he said once MC finished speaking. “I kinda forgot about how crummy it was when my brothers and I first became demons, for more reasons than one. The good thing is that ya get used to it after a while. You’ve done well holdin’ up on your own so far, but now that I’m here, we’ll be gettin’ through this together.” He cut them off when they started to argue. “Yeah, yeah, I heard what ya said, but there ain’t no way I’m leavin’ ya by yourself. I’ve done this before, so I know how to help ya. ‘Sides, if I can handle the worst of Lucifer’s punishments, I can definitely handle any of the wimpy attacks ya might accidentally throw at me. So, don’t worry about a thing, got it? And when ya need a breather, we’ve always got our spot here to come back to, yeah?” Mammon grinned brightly, feeling as though he was full of life again with MC by his side.

Satan was in the midst of investigating the strange rumor he kept hearing among the students at RAD. Supposedly, a feral demon who resembled the deceased human exchange student had been sighted on the outskirts of the city more than once, but when anyone tried to approach them, they’d flee deep within the woods. The rumor felt like a twisting knife in Satan’s heart each time whispers of it reached his ears, like a constant reminder that MC was gone from his life forever. As much as he wanted to crush the rumor out of existence for good, there was a small sliver of hope that maybe, somehow, some part of MC still existed in the living realm, and that’s why he found himself searching in the woods for them. He was about ready to give up when he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes watching him nearby. He pretended to be oblivious to their stare by wandering around aimlessly until he was close enough to grab them. After a short struggle, Satan pinned them to the ground, allowing him to finally examine their features under the moonlight. His agitation dissolved immediately upon seeing their face.

“It is you, isn’t it, MC?” Satan inquired with a quiet voice. His question was answered when he felt their body tense in his grip, bringing a surge of excitement to his chest. “I can’t believe it. You’re here. You’re back! You--” He paused with a frown. “--look a lot like I did shortly after I came into existence. ...Are you all right?”

Satan moved to let MC sit up, but he kept a firm reassuring hold on their hand as he listened to them explain the issues and fears they’ve had from the moment they became a demon.

“I see... I understand your concerns,” Satan remarked with a nod. “I remember how difficult it was in the beginning for me as well to control not only my wrath but also my demon instincts. It took some time, but I did it, and I know you can get there, too. So, please, let me help you, MC. I promise you won’t hurt me or my brothers, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about living as a demon.” He gave their hand a gentle squeeze. “You can count on me.”

Solomon trudged through the forest far outside the capital city of the Devildom, on the hunt for some ingredients that were required for a potion he wanted to make. He’d been experimenting a lot these days as a way to distract himself from the aching, empty feeling within him since MC passed away, and he reached the point where he needed to go out to replenish his supply of common ingredients used for magic. He figured that a bit of exercise might help to take his mind off MC’s absence, but as he walked alone and in silence, the pain was still too strong to shake off. He sighed as he knelt down in front of a bush of wild berries, planning to add them to his basket of ingredients. As he reached to pluck the first berry, his hand suddenly brushed against another’s at the same time. Solomon glanced up, realizing that he and the other individual were separated by a tree, making it impossible for them to see each other. He poked his head around to directly apologize to them, but his words caught in his throat at the particular appearance of the demon, his eyes widening at his revelation. They tried to escape before he could continue, but Solomon grasped onto their hand to keep them nearby.

“Is that you, MC?” he asked, doing his best to prevent them from fleeing. “Relax, it’s okay! You recognize me, don’t you?”

MC referred to Solomon by name as they begged him to let go, mentioning that they might not be able to restrain themself from attacking him due to their new form. Acknowledging their worries, he cast a spell that sealed MC alone in a magic barrier--that way, they wouldn’t be able to hurt him or run away. They struggled to maintain eye contact with him as he carefully stepped closer to the layer of magic that separated them.

“Ah, I probably look rather delectable to you right now, don’t I?” Solomon realized. “It’s natural for demons to crave humans as a source of food, and that’s not something you’re used to.” His expression saddened at their obvious distress. “You don’t seem well either. I can’t understand the exact feelings you’re experiencing, but I’m sure they’re painful and unusual. Why are you hiding out here, though? Lord Diavolo, Lucifer, and the others would be more than willing to aid you in your current state.”

The crease between his eyebrows worsened from MC responding that they were afraid of hurting the others since they still couldn’t control themself. “It’s that bad, huh? But forcing yourself to try to adjust on your own doesn’t seem right either. Hmm, what can we do...?” He pressed the palm of his hand against the barrier, wishing he could hold their hand again. “Well, I have two ideas. The first is that I can bring you to the Demon Lord’s Castle anyway for Lord Diavolo and Barbatos to look after you. They’re the strongest demons here, so I know all three of you would be safe. The second is...we form a pact together. It would just be so that I can help you control yourself until you’re able to do it on your own, then we could sever the pact if you wanted. ...Although, I do suppose I have an ulterior motive for this option, since it would mean that we’d be together more than if I left you in Lord Diavolo’s care. But either way, I want to help you, MC. Because whether you’re a human or a demon, I care about you more than anything, and that won’t ever change.”

#ask response #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me solomon #snippet #light angst

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I don't know if this has already been asked but how would the RO's act if someone was aggressively flirting with the MC and they were clearly making them feel uncomfortable.

It might have been, but I can answer things twice! I will assume this is after the MC stating that they’re uninterested and so, the aggressor is clearly not backing off. Also set at a pub because…idk….

ADELAIDE- Puffs her chest out and puts on her commanding voice and makes her way over, with all the ferocity of a dog who saw a squirrel in the backyard. She doesn’t mince words or ask nicely; “HEY! Leave my friend alone! They’re not interested!” Of course, people usually don’t take Adelaide seriously either and if they wouldn’t back off you, they’re not going to do it because a woman who looks like she’s about to cry is telling them to. So, she does want any sensibly lady would do and draws her sword, throws down her glove and challenges them to a duel.

As duelling is strictly forbidden in pubs, both you and Adelaide get kicked out, which she is profusely sorry about and she takes you to another pub and stays very close this time. You two agree that she totally would have ruined that person’s shit if they did actually duel. Drunk, she stumbles out, “you know, I would aggressively flirt with you too. But in a nice way. Like a nice person. Like the good way.” When you ask her what she means, her head is already on the bar counter, completely passed out.

She’ll apologize in the morning for you having to carry her to bed, you know she will. But you don’t mind in the moment and as you lay her down, her fingers curl into your sleeve. “Thank you,” she says, slurred with drunkenness, “and you’ve got a great ass.” In the morning, she’ll probably apologize for that too, but you don’t want her to.

CAMILLE - Her gaze is often fixed on you in the free hours. She watches you, though you’ve never known for what aim. This time, with someone grinning in your face about all the things they’d like to do, it’s as if her body teleports from the corner of the room to right beside you. She goes for their hand, twisting fingers back. With the other, fire circles around her palm. “I suggest you leave my friend alone unless you enjoy having your eyes burnt out.” It’s the first time she’s ever referred to you as a friend and, of course, it would happen as she was threatening someone else. The person relents, whimpering away. Camille looks at you and you stare at her. You think you should probably thank her but she’s back to her corner.

This time, when you take a drink over to sit with her, she doesn’t shoo you away. You enjoy silence with her as safety washes over you. “Does this happen often?” She asks. You shake your head; usually people are better at respecting your boundaries. She pauses, staring into her wine. A grin breaks out across her face, “I know a spell that will induce bowel incontinence for twelve hours.” And the two of you set off to cast a curse, laughing all the way.

FAITH- Faith is no stranger to the pushy and unwelcome. She’s by your side before you even realize that you really hate what’s going on, and you may just start up the tears if you have to deal with it for a second more. Faith grins and jabs a finger into the aggressor. “They’re with me, so back off.” She kisses the side of your head and this startled the person for a moment, until they’re back at it again. Well great, they say, two is better than one! You see Faith’s mouth twitch and her hand curl up. You know what’s about to happen and you could stop her, she gives you the chance to stop her, but you’re both a little tipsy and you can’t pretend like you don’t want it to happen. And so, Faith’s beer bottle is swung and smashes against the person’s skull, beer and blood splatter around. She leans across the bar counter and grabs two more bottles, tightly gripped in one hand, but those aren’t for hitting. Instead, she takes your hand and the two of you whip through the streets, cackling into the night air.

When your journey ends, you’ve made you way up to the roof of some building and Faith offers you one of the bottles she took. “You shouldn’t be afraid to hit them,” she says. As you lay down beside her she curls up against you. “Violence is the answer sometimes.” You nod, staring up at the stars. She takes your hand and flattens it out, lifting it to the sky palm up and holding it steady. “And this is how you make a fist,” she exaggerates, teasing. She lays her hand over your knuckles and pushes your fingers down into a fist. She grips your wrist lightly and swings your new fist around. “And this is how you throw a punch…” She aims your fist at her face, where she meets the impact with her lips, caressing the cold flesh of your knuckles.

MARS - He is between you and the aggressor in an instant. It’s almost more scary how quickly he is, or that he was even here in the first place; you hadn’t seen him earlier. His hand is on the hold of his blade and he says nothing as the aggressor’s attention turns to the strange knight. They begin berating Mars, laughing into his face. This riles you up but Mars remains impassive. As the aggressor tries to reach across Mars to touch you, Mars’ sword snaps up, pushing their wrist away and drawing a thin line of blood as he does it. Again, he says nothing. The aggressor curses before he tries it again, earning himself a slash across the cheek. The person’s hand curls into a fist and flies in the air, you stop it before it can reach Mars, seeing clearly that the knight hadn’t moved at all; he would have taken that punch purposely. You don’t understand Mars any more than you can throw him, which isn’t very far because his armour is heavy.

The aggressor leave eventually, seeing a battle they can win and Mars’s hand is on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asks, full of concern. You nod, you’re usually always okay. “Good,” he says, not knowing what else to say. Awkwardness pools in the air; you offer him a drink and he says no, knights don’t drink. You offer him some olives and he says no, knights don’t eat olives. You pause. Mars is smiling. This is the first time you’ve ever heard him make a joke, you were beginning to think he couldn’t. As it turns out, knights do drink and this one really likes olives.

SID- A fist cuts through the air before another sentence is said. Across the room, Sid had been trying to signal to you and you had been trying to signal back. You’re not sure what any of his eyebrow wiggles or hand signs meant, but yours clearly said help me please. He shakes his fist, grinning at the aggressor now crumpled on the floor. “You said punch ‘em right?” You did not, but you can’t complain about results. “Oh well, let’s just get more drinks and forget about all this, yeah?” But the aggressor is on their feet and their fist meets Sid’s face. He flies back, crashing into a table and snapping it in twain. You try to stop the mayhem, and one of the aggressor’s friends punches you. You’re not sure how it happens, but you’ve got a full brawl on your hands.

Of course, pubs only tolerate brawls for so long so you’re out into the streets. And then, as both you and Sid are a lot better than two random drunks, you win, though you’re a little bloody for it. “They’re gonna charge us for that table,” he says. And the window, and that painting and the bottles, you remind him. “Aye, and all that,” he grins. The two of you look at each other and without speaking, you both run off together, howling down the streets.

YOON— Your pleading eyes meet Yoon’s watchful gaze and he steps in, arm hooked around your aggressor’s shoulders. “Oh! My love! My darling! What is this? Do you besmirch me by flirting with another? Was I not enough for you?” His voice is loud and dramatic and in tune with the plays he takes you out to see sometimes. The aggressor looks confused but as they try to speak, Yoon’s finger snaps out and shushes them. “Oh! My love! Tell me what it is! Was the sex just too good for you?” You can’t help but to laugh, earning a wink from Yoon before he dissolves back into his role as wounded lover. The aggressor tries to push him off before they’re pinned under Yoon’s vice grip; twisting their fingers the wrong way. “Oh! My love! You hurt me so!” The pub patrons have caught on to the little display and they boo and hiss and cheer. As Yoon gives the aggressor more pain, the crowd cheers. “I shall run off then! With this person you have cheated on me with! We shall have a happy life away from your treachery!” In the final act, the aggressor is left on the floor while the two of you laugh, walking away into the night.

As it turns out, acting can get you a lot. Yoon teaches you how fake proposals get you free wine glasses or slices of cake. When that gets boring for you two, you try proposals that end badly, in increasingly absurd ways. You stop getting free things, but the two of you are having fun.

#asks

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 5 months

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Final Review for Consequences

Me after reading Chapters 5 and 6 + epilouge :

Chapter 5 : " She prayed to the Gods, namely the Mother and the Crone. For equally important things. To keep her loved ones safe, even if it meant that she was put into danger. To the Crone, for guidance. Although she did not know yet what exactly for."

After reading the ending of the series, I can't help but look back on this and kinda ponder to myself - what if her prayers were answered? Only that it came with a price and that price was her own sacrifice, since it is implied (at least from my read) in the end of the chapter on how she heard a voice and that it could very well be The Mother welcoming her in after she succumbed to her injuries. Fair to point out that we don't actually know what happens to her siblings after her passing, so it can only really be assumed on what comes of this "prayer".

The final smut scene is just as hard to get through as the other ones (granted in different context the roughness might have been appreciated differently) however -

“You won’t leave me now, will you? Sweet girl…”

- I don't know how to properly express my thoughts so bare with me here - this scene alone is a very tell tale sign of when an abuser feels they are losing control of their victim so they do all they can to put that person down to prevent them from leaving them since they start to believe that this is all they deserve after such a long time of abuse.

It can be seen with how he seems most talkative than usual, saying degrading or objectifying things to her. His actions are careless, rough, and over powering with how he smacks her, to how he moves her to whatever postion he wants her to be in with ease, from how he moves from using different parts of her body for his own pleasure. Considering how aemond is in a moment of stress in his life (stress that will only grow from here on out) he feels scared, weak and with war looming over him, he could easily lose it all if not careful. But he can't control what he loses, but he can control her. So he can't lose her and so he breaks her further through their interactions to ensure she can't go away. Hence why his words could very well be a desperate power attempt from his part to ensure she goes nowhere. It's desperate but it's also a command.

"Just the other night, Alanna had furrowed her brows and mentioned that she had not borrowed her red petticoat for a while and asked if she was feeling okay."

Okay, honestly, everyone needs an Alanna in their life. She is a girl's girl, same with Hedi. These two are the only ones willing to do what it takes to ensure the Mc's best interest (and had they been let into what was going on, I'm sure they would have found ways to help her too). We stan Alanna and Hedi in this household.

" She felt the pain in her womb, the little dragon inside aching to grow, she had felt their flames lick at her spine."

I wish to overanalyze the use of "little dragon" when talking about the growing life in her belly. I want to say it is very fitting and the fact that she hardly ever calls it a child or let alone her child. The monsterfication of the babe only adds to the horror of her situation, adds to the fact that the life inside of her wasn't created out of love but out of a dragon's wrath. A monster. In a sense, it allows for the Mc and perhaps even the reader to be unable to sympathize for ultimately having to get rid of it. It isn't something joyful, it isn't a tender motherly moment. She more or less sees it as a parasite that came from him now attached into her very person. So calling it an endearing name isn't required. It's not a part of her, it's a part of HIM. Hence , "little dragon" always being the descriptor when talking about the babe.

Okay the part where aemond more or less has to clarify to himself that he is no longer a boy but a man and therefore must do as men do and take what he wants in a way that is only natural for a MAN to do, further proves my belief that this man genuinely wants comfort in his life. He wants it so bad he has to try and convince himself that he actually doesn't because only a little boy would want that and being a little boy means he is weak and the last thing he wants is to feel like that again. So he does what he thinks is the next best thing and instead of being tender in a way he seems to almost crave, he only takes and takes and takes because that is what he has grown to believe is the way of "men".

He's obviously the epitome of the anti christ in this story but I just love how it isn't just "Oh he just wants to do." Or " he treats her like this cause he's just a bad person". He could very easily be written one dimensional when it comes to his needs and actions but the extra context, the peak behind the curtain, only further enriches a character that otherwise could so easily just be made into a cartoonish creation of what "evil" is.

Chapter 6: No words. This is me rn

"If he had to be the villain, then fine, he would have to act like it."

I feel like this line just pushes forward just how DELUSIONAL and DUMB this man is. Aemond is the type to pride himself into being the smartest man in the room and then be the most oblivious man to walk the gods green earth.

No, no, let's talk about it! In the first chapter, he straight up tells her that he is going to climax inside of her and then mf ends up getting mad THAT SHE IS PREGNANT. Mf didn't even bother trying to offer or demand she take Moon tea, as far as he knew, she probably didn't even know what it was since she doesn't revolve her life in a way that would mean she would even need to associate with it until he started his messed up dynamic with her. She even mentions how he hasn't offered having some for her. And even now he's like "mhph, if no one likes me than I'll give them a reason not to *emo hair whip*" like BRO-

I can't with this man - lethal injection!

" But the thought of her bleeding now, as a result of whatever horrors had occurred. It was wrong. It felt wrong. "

Once more, a peak behind the curtain of what HE ACTUALLY feels. It might not be love, but his feelings for her are definitely a lot more tender than he allows himself to feel. Which just makes this more frustrating.

To cut it short- her death scene, the discovery of her body- I am at your door, please open up I just want to talk -

Overall, the ending hurt. Him hearing her voice as the ghost of the past now forever will haunt him. (I still prefer the lethal injection option)

This was an amazing read, thank you sm for writing it, I loved every angsty second of it. You have such an amazing talent with descriptive imagery, your words are poetic in nature and every chapter was sweet agonizing bliss. I can't wait to read more of your works and please never stop sharing your amazing writing. I apologize for how long these asks have been and I hope to return in the future for another review of another story I come across. I hope you are having a lovely day/night and take care, love 🫶🏻

sorry it's taken me SO long to get to this, life you know 😭

this scene alone is a very tell tale sign of when an abuser feels they are losing control of their victim so they do all they can to put that person down to prevent them from leaving them since they start to believe that this is all they deserve after such a long time of abuse.

YES 👏👏👏 man is losing it well and truly, he was bound to snap at any point

She more or less sees it as a parasite that came from him now attached into her very person. So calling it an endearing name isn't required.

Yeah...I totally meant to do that 👀 lol I didn't even think of that??? i adore the way your brain works bby 😘

To cut it short- her death scene, the discovery of her body- I am at your door, please open up I just want to talk -

BABE

PLEASE THIS HAS ME BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET AND EVERYTHING 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰 THANK YOU FOR YOUR INDEPTH ANALYSIS AND FOR SENDING THIS IN I GIVE YOU LOTS OF SMOOCHES

thank you sooooo much for reading lovely 🤭 ilysmmmmmmm <3 xxx hope you're having a wonderful day 😘

#ask liz #consequences #these asks were so nice i am emosh and nobody can stop me

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Fluffy Paradise / Isekai de Mofumofu Nadenade suru Tame ni Ganbattemasu Episode 1

Overall Score so far: 6/10

This was a cute fluffy introduction almost deserving of it's name.

To sum it up: Lady dies and is Reborn with the power of MOFUMOFU NADENADE / Fuffy Petting, in exchange for what will probably end up being her attempts at erradicating slavery and prejudice against the Furry Community.

Fluffy Animal Count: 2+

We got a lovely fluffy pupper who is our MC's companion, a giant fluffy Sky Tiger which is a super special rare pet of one of the princes (because of course), and... not much else yet apart from random forest animals. That dragon sure ain't fluffy.

The animation itself has some wonky faces and obviously doesn't have a big budget, but they sure do know how to make animals looks super fluffy! I want to mofumofu nadenade toooooo

The plot is... meh so far.

Episode 1 Spoilers/Review Below

It starts out with your typical Isekai death, not Truck Kun but Karoushi/Death from Over Working. Unfortunately, the way it played out was boring and typical of the genre, in the sense that I shouted "THAT'S NOT HOW KAROUSHI WORKS YO" while it was happening, lol.

Shiney Isekai Lights happen, and she gets to speak with god!!

Whose like: I can't change the way you (will?) die but if you help me, I'll let you be reborn with special powers! (WHICH MEANS SHE'S GOING TO DIE FROM OVERWORK AGAIN?? or does it just mean she can't go back to her old body??)

and suddenly she has a happy and rich Ducal family looking down on her and using magic to bestow her with her new name, Nefertina. Jump cut to her 3rd birthday, and her loving family giving her gifts and playing with her and showing off the forest animals treating her like a Disney princess, and her dog that has Spy x Family Bond level intelligence.

Then one day her mother has to go to the palace for work, and everyone else in the family is at school or at work themselves. Mom can't leave her alone and wonders what to do.

Question 1: WHERE ARE THE SERVANTS, THE MAIDS, THE WET NURSE THE CHILD OF A DUKE WOULD ABSOLUTELY HAVE???

Mom says she can't leave Nefertina alone, takes her with her to the palace, and then PROCEEDS TO LEAVE A 3 YEAR OLD ALONE ON A SOFA IN A HALLWAY WITH NOTHING TO DO.

Said 3 year old proceeds to jump out the window, and wander off into the palace forest/garden. YOU SHOULDA JUST LEFT HER WITH THE DOG, MOM. What did you THINK would happen.

AND WHERE ARE ALL THE PALACE SERVANTS???

I get this is a low budget show, but surely they can pay for servants??

Of course this is all just a setup to have her meet the (13 year old?) prince and his Sky tiger, and of course she doesn't realize he's the prince and they banter in a way that makes me really hope that this is not a love interest for future Nefertina, at least not until much further in the future. (Please let him take on a big brother/care taker role, p l e a s e)

Skip to mom and dad's scolding, then skip to Parent Observation Day at Magic School!

The test for how to direct soldiers was actually really cool! Use magic and vocal commands to direct miniature soldier dolls. Of course Big Bro defeats the big bully despite his underdog position.

Cut to Big Sis's test, where she has to use magic to subdue a summoned monster. But OH NO (fake scream) a RED DRAGON has appeared!! How could this have happened?? (/s so hard)

Small Child Nefertina is somehow able to JUMP THE RAMP AGAIN (and be saved by what was likely the Sky Tiger's magic?) and then NONE OF THE SOLDIERS STOP HER as she runs FASTER than all of them, and stands in front of them to say STOP DONT HURT IT.

The lack of explanation for why she does this is a bit more annoying than enticing, but hopefully that will be explained in the next episode. Can she read animal minds or their vibes or something??

It's also the first act that a 3 year old wouldn't be capable of, and finally shows that there is a 30 year old in there.

Until this last act of hers, the story didn't feel like it needed to be an isekai. It could legit just be a cute fluffy fantasy with an actual 3 year old.

This is actually my biggest gripe so far that might affect whether I keep watching or drop it part way. Personally, I love the Isekai trope and power fantasy of an adult reborn in a child's body with all their memories intact, whose able to use their smarts and life experiences to position themselves favorably in their new world, and work their way up from an "early" age. However, even though she is 27 mentally when she gets isekai'd, she acts nothing like an adult, nor even an adult trying to hide that she's a 30 year old mentally in a 3-year-old's body.

Maybe we will get more "adult thinking" shenanigans in future episodes, but if not, I hope it goes the way of 「By the Grace of the Gods」 which has a similar premise, except the gods who isekai protag-kun also slowly let his memories regress and turn him into an actual child over an extended period, so he can re-experience life without his terrible past lingering.

VVVVV Highly Recommend!! VVVVV

Notable Voice Actors!

Nefertina is Kakuma, Ai, who plays Eris from Mushoku Tensei and Lenalee from D. Gray Man! Not a huge name in the VA world, but a very cute voice.

Big Brother Ralph Osfe is Umeda, Shuuichirou who also plays Akira Tendo from Zom 100!! He's also not a big name, but feels like an up and coming kind of voice, and I immediately recognized his voice as something I'd watched recently (Zom 100)

Everyone else seems to be up and coming or small time VAs whom I don't recognize. Some good voices though!

Overall Score so far: 6/10

It's barely holding on, and with the number of other shows I'm watching, there is a chance I might drop it. It's a lovely potato chip though. Or maybe fluffy mashed potatoes? hahaha

ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 <- these will eventually become links

#fluffy paradise #isekai de mofumofu nadenade suru tame ni ganbattemasu #mofu mofu nade nade #異世界でもふもふなでなでするたみに頑張ってます。#anime winter 2024

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meteoreid · 2 years

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☆ Planetary Values : A Sims 4 Legacy Challenge ☆

Please let me know if you find any problems with the challenge (I’m currently play-testing it myself) or if you find a part that is too similar to yours/someone else’s (I’m aware there are quite a couple planet-based challenges out there but I tried to base mine off astrology and alignments to put my own personal spin on it).

Character Outlines based loosely on these descriptions of the planets: here

General Rules

For each generation complete the designated aspiration, career, and skills.

Challenges marked with an Asterisk (*) require a cheat/mod to accomplish

Each “planet” has a color associated, you may use that in your style choices if you wish.

Like most in depth legacy challenges, it is recommended you play this on normal lifespan. (Long if you want to relax, short if you want to cry, or like me, I’ve used MC Command Center to make custom durations because babies are boring but we love and adult life-span)

If your career is max-able (aka like how in the freelancer career, you cannot?) it is a requirement that you reach the top of it.

If you try this challenge @ me or use the tag #PlanetaryValues if you want me to see!

Gen 1 - Earth (blue, green, brown)

(required packs: University, Island Living)

Ever since you could remember, you always wanted to go to college to become an Environmental Conservationist and help take care of the world that grew you. However, all these plans got turned upside down when you became pregnant as a teenager in high school. Your parents always pushed you to be the best and we’re disappointed in you and kicked you out without a dollar to your name. Although it seems your dreams have been crushed, you are strong and determined to make them come true, even if there are a few bigger and newer hurdles in your way.

Aspiration: Academic

Traits: Ambitious, Loves Outdoors, Outgoing

Career: Conservationist - Environmental Manager branch

Skills: Gardening, Research & Debate, Painting

Start the challenge as a teen, pregnant with twins, on a lot with no money*

With your main goal in life is to get a job with a degree, you cannot get a job until you have your degree

Get a degree in Economics to get your required job of: Conservationist - Environmental Manager

You may have a relationship, but you cannot get married until after you have graduated from college

Gen 2 - Venus (white, yellow)

(required packs: Parenthood)

From a very young age your mother taught you the beauty of art through her many many paintings. Sadly, since she spent all of time trying to be the best, you kind of fell by the wayside. You decided from that moment on, your kids would be the most loved and cared for. You were never going to let them feel alone…or be alone…ever.

Aspiration: Super Parent

Traits: Family Oriented, Jealous, Perfectionist

Career: Freelance Artist

Skills: Parenting, Cooking, Gourmet Cooking, Painting

Get married to your highschool sweetheart RIGHT out of highschool

Have 5 total children

Never leave any of your children (this includes teens) unattended, no nannies, no daycare

Maintain really high relationships with all of your children

Gen 3 - Saturn (orange, yellow)

(required packs: Eco Lifestyle, Tiny Living, Get to Work)

You love your family, you really do, but that was A LOT of sims in one house, you need a breather…you need to get away from it all, you need to go: off-the-grid.

Aspiration: Master Maker

Traits: Loner, Freegan, Maker

Career: Shop Owner

Skills: Fabrication, Juice Fizzing, Handiness

Move out as a teen

You MUST live in Evergreen Harbor on an off-the-grid lot as a teen (once you age up, you may remove the lot challenge)

Since it’s just you, live in a micro-home your entire young adult life

As a freegan, you don't want to have to work for the man, so you BECOME the man, you buy and run your own storefront where you sell things you make.

Have NO romantic relationships until you’re an adult (like actual adult, not young adult, she do not count)

Gen 4 - Mars (brown, tan, green)

(required packs: Strangerville, Spa Day, Cats & Dogs)

You HATED that tiny home. You HATED living near all that trash. You HATED living paycheck to paycheck. You HATED living off the grid. You deserved better than that, so, you plan to GET better than that for yourself…and your family. But you’ve gotta be the perfect image, better than everyone on the street.

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Traits: Materialistic, Snob, Neat

Career: Style Influencer - Stylist Branch

Skills: Charisma, Mischief, Wellness

You need the most money out of the entire neighborhood, what better way to do that than having the 2 highest paying jobs in the house? Marry someone in the military career (you can marry them and have them join the career)

Have the recommended average 2 ½ kids, well 3 will do I guess. Do not have friendship with your children. They’re just for show after all.

Do not befriend any of the neighbors, in fact, become enemies with at least 3 of them, show them who’s boss.

Always have a little white dog

Gen 5 - Neptune (blue)

(required packs: Cats & Dogs)

Your parents were horrible, all they cared about was their image and how you all looked on the outside. They never cared about you, but your siblings cared, and you all always loved that dog. Since your parents only wanted stuff that made them look happy, they always got those white dogs but left you to take care of them. But you didn’t mind, it was your one source of happiness in that fake dollhouse they called a home. Because those dogs helped you in your time of pain, you dedicate your life to helping them.

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Dog Lover, Slob

Career: N/A

Skills: Veterinarian, Pet Training, Fitness

Buy a clinic, have it be your only source of income (plants, paintings, collectibles are still ok), get it to 5 stars before you die

Always have 2 pets in your household at all times

Marry someone that comes to your clinic as a client

Have only one child* (you may have to cheat to make sure you don’t get multiples)

Gen 6 - Sun (yellow)

(required packs: Get Famous, City Living, Get Together)

Being an only child, the world basically revolved around you, and you think the world is better for it, you’re amazing. Because of this you MUST share yourself with the world, they’re gonna love you…just maybe not as much as you love yourself.

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Romantic, Vegetarian

Career: Actor/Actress

Skills: Acting, Dancing, Singing

Become a 5-star celebrity

Upload a video every Friday

Marry an editor (basically this means, get married, whoever you get married too has to edit your videos, not you)

You may have any amount of children you like, they MUST be adopted

Gen 7 - Mercury (Grey)

(required packs: Strangerville, Get to Work, Get Famous)

Growing up in the spotlight you always had to be on your best behavior, even though you always longed for chaos and adventure. So, you ran away, not from your family, you love them and want the best for them, you ran from the spotlight…or so you thought.

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery

Traits: Geek, Paranoid, Genius

Career: Scientist

Skills: Logic, Charisma, Programming

Live in Strangerville

Have no children until the Aspiration is complete and the world is safe

Marry one of the scientists who helped you solve the Strangerville Mystery

As a result of getting too close to “The Mother”, get pregnant with triplets*

At the end of your life, have no fame whatsoever

Gen 8 - Uranus (blue, green)

(required packs: N/A)

You were conceived out of love, but something heinous had a hand in it, something evil, something extra-terrestrial. Your siblings are practically angels, good, nice..how…disgusting. You were put on this world to ruin it…well…until something changes your mind.

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Evil, Mean, Hot Headed |trait change| Good, Family Oriented, Outgoing

Career: Criminal Career - Oracle Branch

Skills: Mischief, Charisma, Parenting

Have a child from a one night stand, BEFORE you reach level 6 of your career

Having this child spoke to the maternal instinct of “The Mother” and she releases you of your evil hatred.

After your child is born, you change your traits to the good ones listed above

You stay in the criminal career, but choose to take them out from the inside and enter the Oracle Branch.

While you’re evil, make 5 enemies make up with them and turn them into friends once you become good.

Gen 9 - Jupiter (orange, yellow, brown)

(required packs: Get to Work, Jungle Adventure, Snowy Escape)

You saw the whole good v. bad world view from an early age. Although the world thinks all bad people stay bad, you saw first hand that with love and compassion, people can change. You want to take that knowledge and use it to protect the sim world. But even the most professional detective needs a break every so often.

Aspiration: Archaeology Scholar

Traits: Good, Adventurous, Ambitious

Career: Detective

Skills: Archaeology, Selvadoradian Culture, Logic

Take a Vacation to El Selvadorada every weekend

Marry an Selvadoradian Local

Adopt at least one child

Have 3 enemies and 3 good friends

Gen 10 - Pluto (tan, red, brown)

(required packs: Realm of Magic, Outdoor Retreat, Seasons)

Basically raised in El Selvadorada, you LOVED the adventures with your parents: the hikes, the discoveries, the ancient tombs. However, you guys found and discovered everything that was there, you want more. One day you meet someone who can open up a whole new world of opportunities and discovery.

Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions

Traits: Self-Assured, Outgoing, Romantic

Career: Gardener - Floral Designer Branch

Skills: Photography, Gardening, Herbalism, Flower-Arranging

Live in Glimmerbrook

Date/Marry ONLY wizards

Have a romantic interest take you to the Magic Realm

Become top-tier wizard

Host at least 1 event every week

Have only 3 kids: one for each type of magic

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #planetaryvalues

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openheartfanfics · 6 months

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Bryce x F!MC: Fluff

One Shot R-S

Rain - @altosxratus They’ve never been on an actual date.

Rainy Days - @anotherbeingsworld Bryce and Casey spend their weekend with a new idea.

Recollective Nights - @choicesstan1

Reminscing Hours - @anotherbeingsworld Bittersweet Lahela Family

Roll - @omgjasminesimone Pregnancy Fic

Rosé All Day - @peonierose It’s Maxines birthday on February 14th, but Luna knows that Maxine doesn’t like Valentine‘s day. So she and the girls spend some quality time together. Feat. Keiki Lahela

Sandcastles - @thegreentwin Set in the future, where Bryce takes his family to visit Hawaii for a month.

Scrunchies - @princesslahela MC plays with Bryce’s hair.

Settled - @argylemnwrites A long standing bet is about to be settled. Feat. The Gang

Seven Year Itch - @argylemnwrites Bryce finds himself unusually sentimental as a large chapter in his life draws to a close. Set 6 years after Book 1. [Bryce POV]

Sharing is Caring - @storyofmychoices Bryce and Olivia spend a quiet moment together celebrating their first sonogram.

Shining Through The Shadows - @storyofmychoices Olivia prepares a special eclipse viewing party for her patients.

Shooting Star - @chocopeppermintcake Bryce and Casey see a shooting star.

Sick Day - @angstymarshmallow When Maci is stuck at home sick, she craves the attention that only one doctor can give her

Sick Day - @julia-highstorms This takes place sometime during Book 1.

Silent Treatment - @omgjasminesimone She’s pregnant and mad at him about a case.

Simple and True - @theonewiththeunconquerablesoul Sometimes, all it takes is for one person to see the light that shines within.

Simply The Best - @writinghereandthere Bryce proposes at the last minute whilst in the shower.

Sleeping Beauty - @appiomofchoice Bryce accidentally wakes up Darcy as he leaves in the morning.

Snatched - @tmarie82 Bryce coaxes her into CrossFit

Snowfall - @appiomofchoice ❄ Darcy fights a losing battle against her feelings as she and Bryce enjoy Bryce’s first snowfall.

Soft Sheets - @summertimemagic

Some Day - @robintora Bryce imagines his future with Theia as Inés is walking down the aisle. [Bryce’s POV]

Someone Else's Christmas Star - @curiousconch 🎄 Casey performs in Edenbrook's annual Christmas charity concert. Set in the time jump of 2.18. Feat. Bryce x MC x Rafael

Something Sweet - @jerzwriter It's Olivia's birthday and her friends are ready to celebrate. Feat. Ethan x F!MC, Tobias x F!MC

Soon (It’s a Relative Term) - @storyofmychoices Bryce and Olivia finally have a morning off together.

Soulmates - @omgjasminesimone Post housewarming party diamond scene Book 1.

Specialties - @omgjasminesimone Bryce is on Tik Tok

Start Again - @anotherbeingsworld In our lifetimes, people would always come and go. But, sometimes… fate brought them back into our lives once more as a chance to start over.

Staying up all night to finish a game with them - @commander-rahrah

Stay. Please. - @altairadtaz

Stay Up on That Rise - @burnsoslow 🩺 Ch. 16 rewrite because I need Bryce and Allie settled, thank you!

Stay With Me - @bex-la-get Bryce comes to the rescue when Sienna falls ill.

Stitches - @lucas-koh

Sudden Happiness - @anotherbeingsworld Casey is stood up by a Tinder date and Bryce is there to take her mind off of it.

Summer Kiss - @peonierose Luna and Bryce enjoy a bit of alone time together by Manoa Falls.

Sunburn - @mrsbhandari Bryce has rules for vacation. Very serious rules.

Sunday Morning - @altosxratus Day’s off are meant to be spent in bed.

Sunshine - @writinghereandthere He is bright, hanging high in her sky, and resilient – if she gazes at him too long it might just hurt— soothe?— her.

Surfin’ Bird - @dancing-hippo Bryce teaches Casey how to surf

Surgical Precision - @alj4890 Halloween fluff.

Sweet Life - @storyofmychoices Bryce has a sweet surprise for Olivia, but things don't go quite as planned.

Sweet Love - @lahellacute Bryce distracts Casey while she’s baking.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#bryce lahela #open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Could I get the dorm leader’s reactions to a fem!S/O who punched a student because he was being creepy towards her?

Dorm Leaders + MC Punching Someone

Credits to my precious wife The Miss; I have never punched someone and my wife teaches and does self defense and martial arts, so she helped me out greatly. Work is cut for length purposes.

Warnings: creepy behaviour from NPC students, protective behaviour dorm leaders

Malleus Draconia

Malleus knew it was moments after your last class finished, so why were you late?

Sebek quickly noticed his master, and said that the teacher called for you

He wasted no time rushing to the teacher's room, only for it to be empty…

"I have nothing to do with you!"

He heard your voice, rushing to the source. You were in the gardens with another annoying student…

Unknowingly, he gathered his magic at his fingertips, ready to attack

CRACK!

Your lover witnessed you sucker punch that student right in the nose

What was this? That child of man was deadlier than he thought… and the thought thrilled him

The student scurried away, with a bleeding nose and that was when Malleus revealed himself

He watched as his YN shifted to her timid self once more. Maybe she was embarrassed?

"I witnessed all of it," He said. "My little treasure… you're quite the silent fierce type aren't you?"

You accepted Malleus taking you in his arms. You snuggled into his shoulders, knowing no one was there. "Only to people who annoy me. I'd never do that to you."

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, enjoying this moment with you. "As much as I witnessed how capable you were YN, if those punches ever graze your skin, I might not hesitate to skin them…"

You smacked Malleus playfully. "I swear, I can be safe."

Malleus overall was thrilled every time you showed any display of your strength, although you were quite docile with him so he'd have to sneak around to see you pummel some worthless students

Riddle Rosehearts

He was severely upset that your absence caused his unbirthday party to be delayed

He asked for Ace and Deuce to search for you, but he himself found you near the school labs

Oh, how his blood boiled seeing that it was a Heartsyabul student approaching you…

He was about to approach the student and call him off for his rude remarks, but he didn't expect what was coming next

You punched the much taller student in the stomach, and the student hurled over in pain

"You… You-!"

"I dare you to continue that sentence…" Riddle said, stepping out and standing next to you

He shamelessly brought your knuckles to his lips, "Did you bruise your knuckles my Queen?"

The student tried to run away, but Riddle was quicker to respond

"Off With Your Head."

He would certainly have fun punishing the ignorant student later, but for now he had to tend to you

"I never knew you could do that," He admitted, escorting you back to the location of the unbirthday party. "I'm quite surprised."

You shook your head, feeling a bit shy that Riddle of all people was praising you so. "It's self defense. I'm not one to go around punching people…"

Riddle after having knowledge of your skills wouldn't be afraid to leave you alone, and he'd have his little fantasy of you teaching him some physical defense… With you two being close… He can dream can't he?

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had you seated next to him during one of Scarabia's parties, enjoying the festivities

Jamil had come over, asking you to excuse your boyfriend as other guests had arrived and were awaiting the host of the events

Kalim greeted the guests, although his voice was slightly strained since all he could think about was getting back to you

As he let the guests roam around, he took one glance at where you were supposed to be…

And saw the view of someone chatting you up…

Well, as the charismatic host he is, he has to put this student in his place-

CRASH!

The student fell onto a small table of snacks after you punched that student from getting too close

"I said," You poured the remaining of your drink on his head. "I don't want to be bothered."

Kalim's jaw dropped at the entire scene, and in his heart he might've been a little afraid of you

As he turned to Jamil, Jamil shook his head. "I didn't teach her that."

After the other servants cleaned the mess up, Kalim approach you cautiously. Giving you a hug from behind

He was relieved feeling your shoulders relax, but he had to make sure…

"YN… Would you punch me if I ever upset you?"

You quickly faced Kalim, holding his face in your hands, shaking your head. "No I won't. That guy was just being annoying…" You gave him a cheeky peck on his jaw. "And how could I ruin this adorable face?"

Kalim didn't mind you punching whoever annoyed you, but he was very impressed that it had gotten to the point where if someone bothered you, Kalim would be on the sidelines cheering at you

Azul Ashengrotto

As the dorm leader who runs the Mostro Lounge, Azul and the Leech twins would be typically busy with the constant rush of customers

In this instance he was grateful that you were willing to help out with the rush hours

He had you and the twins busy taking orders as he organised his contracts

There shouldn't be any troublesome patrons, or that's what he thought…

"Hey! Pretty waitress, why don't you sit with us? I'll buy you a drink!" Some sleazy customer hollered at you

You tried to ignore the students, continuing your duties. Floyd and Jade were too busy to kick them out, but you thought that they could be dealt with later…

From his view, Azul could only watch in disgust as the student dared to pull you to him

Before the student could put his hands on you, you swiped a clean punch across his face

The moment that happened, Azul couldn't help but laugh

The clique of the knocked out student scrambled out, intimidated by the creepy auras the twins emitted, and the way the Lounge owner's eyes pierced their core

You held your wrist in your hand, shaking off the slight pain. Jade and Floyd quickly escorted you to Azul's office area, and Jade even gave you a pat on the head for a job well done

Azul couldn't help himself from hugging you tight, showering you in praises and kissing your hand even though you insisted you weren't seriously injured

"My Angelfish… I should hire you for the Lounge's security instead," He joked, sitting next to you. "Actually… Do as you like! I get quite entertained with that fiery look in your eyes when you do get a hit or two!"

Long story short, you instead worked closely with Azul as a pseudo-bodyguard

Idia Shroud

Idia enjoyed his quiet time, especially quiet time with you, Ortho and video games

He didn't usually go outside, but he would always walk with you after class since you always calmed his nerves

Sometimes, if he was bold enough, he'd ask to walk hand in hand with you after a school day

At times, you could hear the gossip of some students, particularly about Idia…

On one day, Idia had to meet up with Azul due to club work. You decided to meet up with Ortho while waiting for Idia, since Idia wanted to continue his game's story mode with you

Idia quickly finished his business, but as he exited the room, he couldn't help but eavesdrop an interesting conversation…

"Why don't you hang out with us instead of that shut-in of a dorm leader?"

His attention was on the group of boys talking to you, closing in on you

He was caught off guard as you punched the leader square in the nose

"That's for insulting my boyfriend."

Idia had to admit that he got excited over you being so cool! It's like you're the protagonist that rescues the archmage-

Wait… That means that he's the archmage…

After scaring away the group away, Idia ran up to you, hugging you. His jacket covered you both, as you looked up at Idia…

"YN… Thank you…"

Leona Kingscholar

Leona always invites you to laze around, so when you were late, he got irritated

He was competent enough to memorise your schedule, so he knew where you would most likely be

He made his presence known, although he didn't care about the other students in his way

His ears perked up hearing your voice. Why were you in the labs?

He peaked inside to see some boys corner you. Ah… Some students that don't know their place…

"C'mon! Just one date and then you can go to that lion boy toy of yours!"

Oh… Now he was ticked off…

Before he could make a grand entrance, he heard a thud

The student hurled over in pain, clutching his lower half and gasping for air…

Oh… so the little herbivore punched him there…

He couldn't help but laugh, kicking the door open. You immediately went to his side, huffing away from those rude students

As Leona escorted you to his room, he mischievously called you out on it, "I didn't take you for one to go for the crown jewels… You gotta sanitise your hands before touching my sheets though."

You poked Leona's cheek, stopping him from teasing you, "And you, Leona, I might kick yours instead if you don't stop teasing me!"

You yelped, being carried by him. "No can do YN~"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil wondered why you didn't come find him after classes. You'd usually have some afternoon tea with him

He didn't think you'd skip out on purpose, so he commanded Rook to search for you

He also walked around, asking the students in your year whether they saw you or not

He grew anxious, quickening his pace until he heard your voice-

"I don't have anything to do with you, so stop it!"

He turned the corner, seeing you and your arms crossed and a group of students confronting you

One reached out their hand to you, which you retaliated by punching him square in the jaw

The student fell on his other friends, and Vil decided that this was enough

"Ah… I don't think it was wise to mess with my sweet potato…"

The remaining students scrambled to their feet, fearing the dorm leader's magic

"Scram, won't you?"

Vil didn't need to say it twice. The students disappeared, leaving you with Vil

Vil hugged you, patting your head. "My YN… I'm glad that you can defend yourself, but if you continue to do this, your knuckles will be bruised and I refuse to allow that."

You stood on your toes, pecking him on the cheek. "I appreciate the thought Vil."

#twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #idia shroud #idia x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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With You Always

***So I really really really love this idea, but I'm going to tweak it just a little bit so rather than only seeing them in mirrors, MC can just always see them when the brothers aren't around. This one is going to take place after they return to the human realm. I'm also going to be using he/him pronouns for the crush that'll be mentioned. I figured since all the dateables in the game identify as male, it'd be a safe bet. Thank you so so much for this creative request @gender-less-lemon (also I freaking love your profile picture. Monster Camp/Prom is hilarious)***

Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision.

TW: Bullying You were awoken not by an alarm, or your guardian, or even some random noise from outside, but rather a phantom gnawing on your arm. With a groan, you blinked open your eyes and saw just your regular old room, with one minor difference; a spectral red bear was happily teething on your elbow. You chuckled and pet the manifestation, noting the brightly glowing symbol of gluttony resting in its stomach. "Okay, Beel," you mumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed, pushing the purple translucent calf sleeping on your stomach, in the process. "I hear you." Ever since you had returned to the human realm, you had been followed around by spectral manifestations of the seven pacts that you owned. By the looks of things, no one else could see them, and they only appeared when the connected sin was active or needed, but it helped you feel less alone. You missed the brothers more than you had anticipated. It was more than a little bit of a culture shock to go from being loved and spoiled every day to being the misfit in your high school. Speaking of which, you needed to get going if you weren't going to be late. As you rushed around our room frantically grabbing the things you needed to get ready, the calf-like manifestation of sloth sat on your bed mooing in complaint. You sent a glare over to it as you finished collecting your belongings. "Trust me, I rather stay home and sleep too, buddy. But I have to go." Grabbing some fruit on your way out the door, you just managed to make it to school on time. Now it was simply a matter of surviving the day.

In all honesty, you preferred RAD to high school. In RAD, the subjects were interesting and grasped your attention without any problems at all. You had friends, even outside of the brothers. Sure there were always demons that would talk down about the kid human that clung to the demon lords, but you had the brothers to protect you. It was nice.

Now that you were back in the human world, you had none of that. In fact, you were even more of a misfit than when you were before. The teenager that vanished for a year and came back weirder than before; that was you. At first, you couldn't get people to leave you alone, but once they realized you weren't going to give them answers they backed off. You would occasionally laugh or whisper to the manifestations, which would earn you some more than weird looks, but you didn't care. These weird little ghost-like creatures were one of the only things you had connecting you to the Devildom. They meant more to you than anything else. As you entered your classroom, you had to bite back a laugh at the sight of one of your classmates looking around in confusion as, unknown to them, a golden yellow crow flapped around their head and pecked at the shiny earrings they were wearing. You took your seat in the back of the classroom and watch in amusement as the crow continued pecking at the various belongings of students, causing subtle chaos and confusion. Leave it to Mammon to make your day even when he wasn't actually there. Your teacher walked in and sat down in his chair. "Alright, class. Today we're going to continue with our history presentations. Remember these were subjects of your choice, so I do hope that you can at least pretend to be interested," he sighed and pulled out a clipboard. "Looks like the next person presenting is...MC." You winced and looked down at your notes. The topic was definitely one you were confident in, but to present it in front of your class. What if no one liked it? What if people laughed? What if- You felt a nudge on your arm. You glanced over to see a dazzling blue peacock, straightening its long neck out high as it puffed out its chest. The pride manifestation gestured forward with its head and almost seemed to smile at you. You smiled gently as you felt warmth grow from his pact mark on your inner wrist and stood up beside the peacock. It cawed and began to strut forward, leading the way to the front of the class. The mental image of Lucifer doing the same almost caused you to burst out laughing. You finally turned to the class and held your head up proudly as you began to speak. "My presentation today will be on biblical demonology and the way it has evolved throughout the eons of its existence." It was the best presentation you had ever given in your life. Riding off of the high from history class, the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it was time for lunch. The bear was back, this time just softly moaning it continued butting your back with its head in an attempt to get you to go to the cafeteria faster. With one particularly heard shove, you were sent stumbling forward, directly into the chest of someone. "I'm so sorry! I'm a total clutz. I just tripped, I hadn't meant to-" you cut yourself off as you looked up and noticed you were looking at your crush. Your jaw snapped shut as you felt your face suddenly become uncomfortably hot. He smiled and waved off the apology. "It's alright. Just an accident right?" Your face became even hotter as you noticed a bright pink rabbit jumping up and down happily behind him. "I- Uh...Ehm...Y-Yeah! Yeah, t-totally an accident. I'm seat so I should go find my hungry. I-I mean!" He chuckled and nodded. "No worries, I get what you're trying to say. Enjoy your seat, MC," he gave you a wink, causing you to squeak as he walked off. You glared down at the rabbit running happy circles around your feet and the red bear that was sulking guiltily in a corner. "I blame you two for this." With an embarrassed huff, you entered the cafeteria and found yourself instantly wanting to walk back out. Everyone was laughing and talking with one another in their friend groups at their tables. Some gossiped eagerly over a magazine. Others sat silently with one another while they gamed or read books. There was even a table where a group of theatre kids were drumming out a soundtrack beat on the table while singing their favourite

songs. You ducked your head down and grabbed a tray of food before moving to the lonely table in the back, doing your best to ignore the giant orange snake that slithered between the tables, occasionally hissing and tripping students. You tried not to think of how you could be just like those groups of laughing friends, if only you were still at RAD. Your heart ached as you thought about the brothers. Maybe you could call them tonight. You let out a heavy sigh as you stood up and went to leave. You had almost made it to the door when a familiar face stopped you. Standing just a couple inches taller than you, surrounded by their groupies, was your tormentor, Taylor. You weren't entirely sure why they hated you so much. You just knew that they did, and that it got even worse when you came back from the Devildom. Taylor smirked with their arms crossed over their chest. "Where do you think your going? You haven't come to say hello yet." You scoffed and tried to walk past them. "Leave me alone, Taylor. I'm not in the mood for this today," before you could get very far, you were harshly onto the floor, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped and glared up at them. "What the fuck?!" The bully just sneered down at you. "You may not be in the mood for this, but I am. You know I heard about your weirdo presentation. Demons? Really? What are you, a satanist?" Their word choice was really ironic, for at that moment you noticed the large, white unicorn with flaming green hair and eyes appear behind them. The beast stomped its hooves and whinnied dangerously. You gulped nervously and looked up at Taylor. "Even if I was, it's not your business. I just find the topic interesting is all." You went to stand up, and therefore force the angry horse with a horn away from Taylor, but were stopped as they placed their foot on top of your chest. "I bet that's why you have all those weird tattoos, huh? What did you run away and join a cult for a year? Freak!" You could feel Satan's pact mark on the back of your neck grow hotter and hotter to the point that you were concerned the manifestation may be trying to summon him. Your eyes widen as you noticed it back up a few steps and point its horn at Taylor. You knew that the creatures normally could do small interactions with others, such as tripping or pushing, but you had never seen them attempt anything so violent. You couldn't just let it kill someone. "STOP!" The cafeteria fell quiet, but you weren't looking at them or even Taylor, you were looking at the unicorn. The manifestation neighed in frustration and jumped around, but obeyed your command. You slumped in relief. Looking back over to Taylor, you found them glaring down at you like you were nothing but a bug. They opened their mouth to degrade you even further when a teacher finally stepped forward. "What is happening here?" You walked over to the unicorn while Taylor fed the teacher a handful of lies. You leaned over to the manifestation and whispered under your breath. "Thank you for trying to protect me, but you can't hurt people. Just leave it be." The creature snorted and nuzzled your shoulder. In comparison to the hectic lunch hour, the rest of the day passed by with ease. In no time at all, you were back home in your room. You had just plopped onto your bed, when you heard a familiar ringtone. You smiled brightly and quickly grabbed your D.D.D. before immediately answering the phone. "Hello?" "Oh, you answered that quite quickly," you grinned at the surprise in Satan's tone. "I was just calling to-" "IS THAT MC?! GIMME!!!" You laughed as the sounds of Satan yelling and running from Mammon came through the other end. There was a yelp, a bang, and a victorious whoop before you could hear the device get picked up by someone. "'Hey MC! How was your day? I hope you didn't miss the great Mammon too badly. N-Not that I've missed you or anything just wanted to know how you're doin' is all." Belphie's purple calf climbed its way into your lap once more as you gently patted its head.

"I miss you too, Mammon. And today wasn't bad. I'd say it was pretty average overall." You could hear Satan growl in the background before there was a loud thud followed by a scream from Mammon. Satan took the phone back. "Just average you say? Nothing special?" You frowned and narrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "No, why?" To your right, the unicorn neighed softly and plopped down beside your bed. "Well, I could've sworn I felt our pact become triggered at some point today and...Well in all honesty I was concerned. We worry about you getting hurt without us there with you, MC." You couldn't help but smile softly as one by one each of the manifestations of your pacts made their way to your bed and laid down. "I know," you replied affectionately. "Though I'm never completely alone. So long as I have my pacts, you guys will always be with me." ***This was such an interesting concept to toy around with. I hope this wasn't too confusing and actually makes sense 😅😅 Thanks again for the amazing request @gender-less-lemon!***

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deru-shigaraki · 3 years

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Yandere Idol Asmodeus (obey me one shot)~smut Warning~

He was at the top of the charts. Face on billboards, articles in magazines, and dozens of interviews and appearances on tv. You, along with the rest of the world was in awe of him and his talent. A singer, dancer, actor, he had it all. He also had you. Being his personal assistant was a complete chore. For someone so famous, it was a hassle to mange him and his social life. You did your best to keep up and he knew that, always giving you praise. He adored you, you knew that. He would tell you regularly, which you assumed was just something that he got used to saying. However he should love you, because of how good you were at your job. You weren't just there to book him concerts and meetings, you were also one call away when he needed someone to pick him up from the club, or when he was feeling overwhelmed. He abused your phone number, not only calling you when something important came up but he wouldn't leave you alone on your days off, he would ring you up just to talk, wanting your opinion on dumb things or just when he wanted attention. You felt almost like a parent chasing after him all the time. However you were hardly able to control him. He was taller, stronger, and he treated you like a lab dog. You were always at his side, when you weren't, he'd get a bit...frustrated. You learned that the hard way. It wasn't a big deal, it mainly just shocked you how his flip could switch so easily. You had been late for a photo shoot one morning, your phone had died, and your charger was lost somewhere in one of your many bags. You had a rough night, having to check into a hotel, not able to make it all the way to Asmodeus' mansion. You were running on only a few hours of sleep, that late night meeting being the worst idea. You didn't even have your makeup on as you rushed out of the uber, hurrying into the building where the crew was most defiantly waiting for you. You weren't even to the room yet and you could hear shouting. It was so foreign to you, hearing him scream like that. You ran into the studio, thinking that there was a fight or some sort breaking out. There, in the middle of the room was Asmodeus, throwing things around like a child. He was furious, his eyes glaring daggers at anyone who tried to stop him. His perfect hair had been compromised, now messy and ruined. He only stopped his tantrum when he spotted you. His mouth twitched, as he panted, nearly out of breath. "You're here..." He muttered, standing up straight and fixing his shirt. He began to laugh, his arms slacking to his sides as he took a few steps towards you. "W-what's the matter?" you asked, looking at him as well as the other employees. They coward away, not wanting to get involved. You felt uncomfortable as Asmodeus took hold of your wrist, dragging you out into the hallway. You struggled against him, asking the others for help but they kept their distance once Asmodeus called to them. "I'll be back to finish the shoot in a few minutes~" he cooed, as if he was back to normal, but his grip on your arm gave a different impression. You were tossed against the wall carelessly. You were shocked, keeping yourself up on your feet, only to have him jerk you around by your clothing. "You fucking whore." He hissed in your ear. It caught you off guard. You looked up at him with fearful eyes as he grasped a handful of your hair, tilting your head back. "Who were you with last night? You didn't call, didn't text, and your snap map was still at the studio. I know you weren't sleeping there, so who was it?" He growled. You shook your head frantically. "I was at a hotel, I wasn't with anyone." You tired to explain but Asmodeus wound't listen, laughing maniacally. His hand gently stroked your cheek. It was confusing, you almost felt a certain amount of affection from his touch, but his eyes burned into you with a cold stare. His voice was even more unnerving. He spoke in a low growl. "I'm going to find out if you're lying to me. I don't need to remind you who I am." You shook your head frantically, deciding that it was best to just get this tantrum over with. He sighed, closing his eyes and taking in a breath. He grabbed your shoulders and forcefully pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you. You hugged him back. You had always hugged him, but this one felt less apologetic and more possessive, as if he didn't want to let you go. "Asmo...Come on, let's go take your pictures ok." You tried to chance the subject, to destress the situation. Asmodeus nodded his head and giggled carelessly. "Right!" Leading you back to the room, you felt all eyes on you. Had he been throwing a tantrum the whole time you were gone? What had he said that made everyone so on edge. As the pictures were being taken you noticed that people had calmed down. Asmo had that ability, to make those around him feel comfortable, even if it was him who had caused the slight discomfort. Through out the shoot, the photographer had to keep reminding him to look at the camera. You kept your head down, trying not to show how embarrassed that you were, knowing your clients eyes kept staring at you. What was his deal today? Yelling at you and now the constant glances, the winks. This wasn't suppose to be a very sensual session. It was for a normal magazine, not the penthouse. Yet Asmodeus was unbuttoning his shirt, licking at his fingers, arching his back, all while making eye contact with you. By the end of the shoot, everyone in the room was heated, girls and boy alike were tanking down water bottles, excusing themselves to the bathroom. You were trying to bury yourself in the schedule on your lap when Asmo surprised you. His arms wrapped around you in a hug. He had down this countless times before, but this felt different. His hands weren't behaving like they always did. He had actually attempted slipping his hand down your shirt and you yelped, trying to step away from him. Asmodeus giggled happily. "Don't be so squeamish~I'm just teasing you." He explained but you doubted it. Taking a deep breath you continued on with the day, which had been fully booked. You went on like you normally did, or at least tried. Asmo was nearly unbearable. You felt exhausted from carrying him around, the man always leaning into you, hugging you. That wasn't as bad as when he was suddenly touch you in inappropriate places. Or when he would whisper things into your ear. It was unsettling, in all the years you had worked with him, you had never experienced his personality in full blast like this, not even when he was drunk had you been so attacked. As you walked him up to his apartment, you thought that it was finally over. Maybe after a good night sleep he would be back to normal. He was just having a weird day, maybe he had gotten into some drugs. You wouldn't bring it up now of course, not wanting to upset him, especially if there was nobody there to protect you if he did lose it. You yawned as Asmo unlocked his door. You gave him a smile, waving goodbye, but before you got more than a few steps you heard him whine. "Wait, MC, you should stay here with me tonight." He said, his figure looking a bit menacing in the doorway. His fingers were gripping the wall, tapping lightly, and impatiently. You stood there for a few seconds, not sure how or even if you could decline the offer. "I, um...It's not that late, I'll get a cab-" "No MC, please, just come in." It wasn't an offer, it was a command and you did what was asked of you, even though the way he was staring made you very uncomfortable. Once you were inside, Asmo seemed to relax, back to his cheerful self. "You hungry? I have lots of snacks!" He jeered and you actually felt better too. The two of you ate some food, watching one of your favorite shows together. Asmodeus was sitting up straight, not making any sort of move while next to you. It gave you a sense of security. As if he was done harassing you today. Getting ready for bed he also kept his distance, giving you your space to get changed into your night shorts and tank top. However when it came to sleeping, he refused to let you take the spare room. "MC, please~I get so cold sleeping by myself, you'd warm me right up." He smiled brightly, as he grabbed your hand, pulling you down onto the bed with him. You sighed, being far too tired to fight back at this point. Once you were both under the covers, Asmo cuddled you tightly. He wrapped his arms and legs around you and nuzzled his face into your neck. You allowed him too, being too tired and for one and two, you were kind of cold. His whole body was warm, heating you up perfectly. It wasn't hard for you to fall asleep. It also wasn't long before you were woken up eruptively. Asmo was screaming, throwing things around the room as you sat up with a start. He glared at you, the lamp in the corner was on the ground, its shade busted but still emitting light. Asmodeus glared at you, your phone in his hand. "Good you're up, be sure to call back your boyfriend." He hissed and you were taken back. "w-what? Asmo, I don't have-" "-He called you, don't know why you didn't wake up and go rushing to him!" You sat up, ready to get out of the bed, but he was quick to jump on the bed, crawling over top of you. He was never more threatening. He only wore his boxers, his bare chest looking a bit more muscular now that you were scared. He looked down at you angrily, scrolling through your phone to read your messages. You reached up to grab it but he jerked his arm back. "Don't fucking touch it." He hissed, clearing his throat to read what had been sent to you. "I tried to call you but you must be sleeping, I'm coming up next weekend. Hopefully we can get together and go get some drinks. Miss you...love you." He stared at the screen, starting to laugh. You were trembling afraid, never had you seen him so unstable. This wasn't drugs, this was something mental and you were terrified. "A-Asmodeus-" He cut you off, using all of his strength to chuck your phone at the wall, shattering it. "Fucking whore!" He screamed as he sent a punch to the pillow next to your head. You yelped, covering your face with your hands. "That's not anybody! That's a friend! Just a friend!" You tried desperately to explain but he wasn't having any of it. "I gave you everything, You'd be nothing without me! You owe me everything! No amount of your attention deserves to be given to someone else! I OWN YOU!" He screamed in your face. You started to cry at this point, not able to keep your composer any longer. You were shaking, feeling his hands grab your wrist, pulling them away and pinning them to the pillow beside your head. He then leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I gave you too long of a leash, I should have watched you closer...I just thought I was enough for you..." His voice started to sound less angry and more heartbroken. You sniffled, "You are enough for me, You're my best friend, I-I love you-" "You don't love me...I Love you. My heart burns for you, your feelings are nothing compared to mine, I've spent my entire career trying to control you, I thought you could be trusted as my assistant, but you're getting too comfortable...." You didn't understand. What the hell was he talking about? You shifted your hands, but he had them pinned tight to the bed. "Asmo, please...let's calm down, you're scaring me." He looked up at you, his eyes welled with tears, but his face held no trace of sadness, only rage. "I want you to say it." he spat and you blinked in confusion, not understanding what he wanted. "Wh-what?" you asked and Asmodeus, let his lower body sink down into you. You gasped as you felt his crotch, digging into yours. "Tell me who you belong to~" You shivered, one of his hand snaking away from your hand, fingers tracing a path to your neck, as he gently grasped your throat. "Who do you belong to?" He asked once more, feeling you swallow your nerves. You said in a whisper. "I...I belong to you..." He groaned, eyes rolling back, hips digging into at a more aggressive pace. You could feel him grow harder as he continued the action. You whined. "Asmo! n-no." You mumbled, but he acted as if he didn't hear what you said. "I don't care who you were with before. I'll get rid of every last one of them. From here on out you're mine." His hand trailed down from your neck, groping your chest through your shirt. You struggled against him. "I've not been with anyone! Please Asmo, I'm not ready!" You pleaded and he paused. "You're still a virgin..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes wandering down to where your body had been rutting against each other. You bit your lip nervously as looked back up at your face. "I thought for sure...This whole time...I can't believe it." He sounded almost excited, finally smiling at you. "This whole time you were waiting for me to pop that little cherry of yours~." He cooed, his movements relaxing, going easier. You calmed your breathing down, trying to stay calm, not wanting to upset him again. You thought of how you could get out of the situation. You looked up at him, eyes welling with tears, but you decided to be strong. "Asmo...I really like you, You know that." you choked out. He hummed, smiling down at you. "Yeah?" You nodded. "We've been companions for so long...I just don't understand why you want to hurt me like this." you felt his body tense up. "You...you think this hurts?" He asked and you blushed, not sure how to respond. Asmodeus nibbled on his bottom lip. "Oh right...Virgins are really sensitive, I guess I should start small first." He thought outloud to himself. You gasped as his hand slipped into your shorts, realizing you had no panties on. He looked up at you and smirked as he played with your pussy. Your hands fell to your sides, gripping the bed sheets as he continued to violate you. Your eyes were closed tight, hating yourself for the noises that were leaving your mouth. The way your body trembled for him. You wish his breath wasn't so warm, his hands weren't so skilled, rubbing against you in a sick way. You were dripping uncontrollably, your body never being in a situation like this. You weren't lying when you told him that you were a virgin. That's why when he went a step further and dipped the tip of one of his fingers inside you, your eyes opened and you yelped. Asmo hushed you, his one arm, resting next to your head, holding himself up over top of you. "You're pussy is so hungry, eating my fingers up like this~I take back everything I said about you being a slut, there's no way you'd be this tight." He growled, pushing in two more of his fingers inside. Your legs struggled to close, but his body was in the way. You were trapped, forced to take every bit of his torture, the bed underneath you getting soaked. As he began to pump into you faster, your eyes watered. It didn't hurt too bad, it was tight and he wasn't being as gentle as he had said but there was something about the intensity that was making you light headed. You panted with the thrust of his hands. Whining like a dog, you mentally cursed yourself for the way your hips began to push up against his palm. Asmodeus bit his lip, his eyes watching your reaction closely as he curled his fingers inside you. "You're so beautiful~Seeing you like this is enough to push me over the edge." He leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You moaned into his mouth. He liked the feeling, deciding to finger you harder so that you'd whine more desperate. You pulled your head to the side, escaping so that you could breath. Asmodeus buried his face into your neck. Kissing you feverishly as he began to mumble to himself. "Mine, Mine." He gasped out with every thrust. "A-a-asmodeus! Wait! Slow down! I can't--I can't--" You were nearing your limit, his mouth latching onto you, biting at your neck so aggressively. It was too much, your legs began to shake, your arms reaching up to wrap around him as he fucked his hand into your orgasm. You screamed out, riding it out on his hand. You were gasping for breath, begging him to stop pumping into you, your pussy sore and worn out. He chuckled, sitting up, raising his hand to his mouth so that he could suck your orgasm off of his fingers. "You ready for something bigger?" He questioned, hand dipping down into his boxers.

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When Mc gets sick

Lucifer:

will scold the hell out of you

"didn't I tell you to take care of yourself?"

you can have only a slight cold and he will insist on you staying in bed for the rest of the week

humans are weak and die easily, and you're apparently stupid on top of that for getting sick even after his warning

will constantly sigh, scold and act like it's a huge nuisance taking care of you

says he doesn't care

actually cares a lot

keeps his brothers away from you, so you have peace and silence to recover

if your condition worsens he will grow panicked, he doesn't want to lose you!

will take you to a human world doctor so you can get the right treatment

after your recovery, he will be so paranoid and overprotective for the first few weeks, will wrap you up in blankets, constantly makes sure you drink and eat enough, will put his coat over your shoulders if he even just gets the idea you might find it cold

Mammon:

"that's your own fault!"

someone like the great Mammon would never get sick

leaves the room only to come back half an hour later panting and packed with bags full of medicine and other stuff you might need

he didn't know what you need so he got one of all

there isn't the right thing among it? oh well no worries he'll get you whatever you say

after all he cares a lot for his human, even though he denies it

he will keep you company and try to distract you from your pain through telling you about his new money making schemes, or try to get you to laugh through telling you about stories where he failed and received Lucifers punishment

he doesn't like that you have to go through this so he tries to help you however he can

if you'll ask for some quiet time, he will struggle, it's not like he doesn't want you to have some rest to recover, it's just he is so worried and confused, he feels more at ease when you talk to him or laugh about his stories, if you answer that is prove you're still alive and breathing

once you've recovered everything goes back to normal, Mammon will be confident in his ability to take care of you...for now that is, it's probably diffrent once you're actually sick again

Leviathan:

stupid normie! An otaku like him doesn't get sick, because he never leaves his room and avoids interactions with others

he, of course, secretly cares though

"Mc? I brought you these anime that we can watch together to pass the time"

"oh and in case you want to rather read something in silence, I brought you some manga recommendations, but please don't sneeze all over them..."

does the online RAD lessons with you as he stays at home almost everyday anyway, so he can show you how they work and help you

he will awkwardly sit next to you on the bed, trying to keep a small distance between the two of you A) because he is shy and nervous and B) because he can't get sick, he would miss all his in-game raids

will ask if you want to play games as well, but soon realizes that you two won't be making much progress with your current reaction time, so he chooses an easy and fun game for you

he wouldn't admit it but he might have set the game to the easiest settings and he himself plays slower for you

he is actually kind of disappointed when you recover so quick, he will miss you now that you visit RAD again instead of doing the online lessons with him, but he is glad you're feeling better again...maybe you could stay home more often with him though?

Satan:

he will buy and read every single human medicine book so he can find the best solution to your illness

will obviously read them in your room, because he can't leave you alone in this state

makes sure to keep you warm and makes you herbal tea depending on your symptoms

will skip school in favour for your well-being, especially keeps this behaviour up when Lucifer gets mad about it

will yell at everyone who dares to try and enter your room while your still sick, how dare they disturb your rest

will get embarassed about yelling and actually being the disturbance to you himself, will apologize and leave your room to keep reading somewhere else, still checks up on you occasionally and brings you light novels to read so you don't get bored

will come in stumbling into your room with the perfect medicine to cure you, only to find that you're already feeling better

gets embarassed yet again, but says it was worth reading all these books as he can now react faster the next time you get sick

will keep a check on your health and make sure you're always taking care of yourself

Asmodeus:

keep your snotty face away from him, but also come cuddle

he is very conflicted, because getting sick is not good for his skin, but he also wants to make you feel better with his hugs

will wear a mask so he doesn't get infected that easily

Asmo doesn't know much about medicine but he knows that certain herbs are good for your health, so he'll make you a nice herbal bath to boost your healing

also will take over your skin care routine and adjust it while your sick so your skin doesn't get worse, says he will only buy a refreshing face mask, comes back with more stuff though... I mean what did you expect from him?

will stay in bed with you and constantly cuddle so you don't feel lonely

he will most definetly whine if you ask him for some space or alone time, but does comply...fo at most half an hour, look this is hard on him too! His darling is sick and he can't do anything but be a moral support for you

if you thought he stops to cling to you once you've recovered, then you're mistaken, he will give you so many kisses and hugs having missed being able to do that

Beelzebub:

"Will food make you feel better?"

"You don't feel like eating?"

the poor boy is so confused, you're going to die if you don't eat! He will ask Satan what humans need when they're sick

will make yoou the perfect meal based on your symptoms, he'll even hold back on eating from it

he has a huge smile on his face while he watches you eat what he prepared, he is so proud that you like what he made you

eat as much as you can, Beel will eat everything you can't, all this boy wants for you to eat at least a bit so you have enough strength to recover

you get cold? cuddle time!

there is no way Beel will leave your side for as long as you're sick, he'll hold you close and share all his warmth and food with you

is so happy when you're better again. Will celebrate it with inviting you to a restaurant

Belphegor:

being sick is like being sleepy right?

he will just go back to sleep next to you as if nothing happend

wakes up because of your coughs and pretends to be annoyed, but is actually worried

will leave the comfort of the bed to get you some medicine, before wrapping you up into a blanket burrito and cuddling into you

don't expect to be getting up any time soon, he wants to sleep...you better not have to go to the bathroom

sleeping is best medicine but Belphie takes this a bit to literally, you two will almost only sleep

once you're better he will still want to sleep using you as a pillow, good luck getting out of that situation

Diavolo:

"Are you dying Mc?"

"Barbatos turn back the time before Mc got sick! -Wait you're going to be okay?"

Don't scare him like that! He is always ready to save you from death!

He will let you live at the castle for the time being and appoints the best doctor to take care of you, because he still isn't completly convinced you're going to make it

Does his work in your room, so he can keep a check on you

will not do much work much to Barbatos dismay, Dia is just so worried about you and will constantly ask if you need anything

his breaks consist of hugging you gently and drinking some tea with you

he will literally cry and almost crush you in his hug, when you're finally healthy again. This man was so anxious about losing you, even thugh he could've commanded Barb to just turn back time

Barbatos:

*smiles*

he knew you were going to get sick, so he's prepared

knocks on your door in the house of lamentation, before you're even able to tell anyone that you're sick

made himself a very strict schedule for everything so he can help you and still attend to his duties as a butler

gives the brothers various tasks so they can indivdually take care of you in the time he isn't able to be there for you

he will get back to you in the evening after having finished all his work for the day

will make you a light dinner and sit next to your bed

stays with you until you fall asleep stroking you hair and holding one of your hands, when you wake up the next morning Barb await you with a small breakfast, if he stayed over night or left and came back in the morning will stay a secret of his

is relieved and at the same time sad when you've recovered, will miss coming over and seeing you, maybe you can return the favor and visit him at the castle sometimes...

Solomon:

is a human so he knows what to do...

but magic is quicker!

he tries to heal you with a spell, but he just end up making it worse

"Oh no Mc I'm so sorry! Let me make it up by taking care of you!"

undefined matter soup a la Solomon, "eat this", he said, "You'll feel better", he said ...you don't feel better...

the brothers will get so angry and throw him out of the house, he is only allowed to come back once you've recovered, actually scratch that he's not setting foot anywhere near you again if it were for the demons

but Solomon finds his way into your room through your window...will stay over the night, cuddling you and constantly apologizing

will laugh about the whole ordeal once you've recovered

Simeon:

he is so calm, like yeah? Humans get sick, but they recover soon if taking care of correctly

Simeon is just the best!

he knows the right food to make for you, will give you the best medicine and make sure you're taking it at the right time

will make sure you're always comfortable

bored? "let me get you a book!"

tired? "let me fluff your pillow so you can sleep better!"

he will sit next to you the whole time looking so calm and confident

he will pray for you to get better quick so you don't have to suffer too long

promises you to take care of you again if you get sick in the future, this man just wants to be there for you

Luke:

"Are you dying Mc?" Version 2.0

no seriously are you? Will you become an angel? We can live together in the celestial realm and bake desserts for Micheal!

Mc why are you so angry? No you misunderstood I don't actually want you to die!

Is so sorry he couldn't protect you from getting sick, he will feel so helpless

Simeon and you will cheer him up and tell him there wasn't anything he could have done to prevent it

Luke will bake you light desserts so you can eat some sweets while recovering

will visit you daily with Simeon after school and tell you about the day

crushes you in a big hug once you're healthy again

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