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beels-burger-babe · 2 years
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Something's Off
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***There's just something about this prompt that is both horrifying and amazing at the same time, so of course, I'm doing it 😅 Thanks so much @gender-less-lemon for the great request! Hope you like it.***
Summary: MC starts acting weird and the brothers are determined to figure out why
CW: Drugging/Brainwashing (Love potion), non-consensual relationship, Violence/Torture (? I think it counts as torture)
They hadn't realized something was wrong until it was too late.
The past month had been chaotic for the student council. The RAD year-end dance was coming up and everyone was swamped with preparations — so busy, it seemed, that you weren't under as much security as usual. Things that normally would've caught their attention flew under the radar.
A few students stopped you after class to talk almost daily; you were naturally social, so they saw nothing wrong. A few gifts and proposals to go to the dance appeared on your desk; it was no secret that the entire student body loved you, so you receiving gifts was nothing new.
They missed all the red flags hidden within the normalcy.
They missed all of it; until they couldn't ignore it anymore.
Lucifer sighed as the student council room door swung open, several minutes after their meeting was meant to begin and Mammon stumbled in with an armload of fabric.
"You're late," Lucifer grumbled as he straightened out the meeting papers in front of him.
Mammon groaned as he plopped the yards of fabric in front of a bright-eyed Levi and Asmo. "Yeah, yeah. I had to go halfway across the school to get this shit. Ya should be grateful I even bothered ta get it all!"
Belphie raised an eyebrow as he glanced up from where he had been napping on the pile of posters Beel had been working on. "Where's MC?"
Mammon frowned and looked around the room. "They didn't beat me here?"
Satan narrowed his eyebrows, pausing from where he had been going over the decoration blueprints. "No. Assumably because you were supposed to escort them here from class."
Mammon let out another loud groan as he plopped into the chair next to Levi and kicked his legs up onto his little brother. Levi sputtered and went to shove them off him. "Usually yes. But MC had a few of their classmates want to talk with them after class. They knew that I needed to go get this stupid fabric, so they told me to go ahead and that they'd meet me here."
Lucifer huffed and massaged his temples. "Stupid Human Appreciation Club," he muttered under his breath. He shook his head and looked back at the table. "Regardless, we're already late starting. So about the dance ..."
Forty minutes later, the lunch bell rang, signalling the beginning of classes once again and the end of their meeting.
Lucifer made eye contact with Mammon as the others gathered their things and nodded towards the door. The younger demon rolled his eyes and walked to the exit.
The two eldest brothers walked side by side down the hall. "Strange MC never made it to the meetin'," Mammon said as though he was unphased, but Lucifer could see the concern shining in his eyes.
Lucifer nodded, "You two usually go to their locker immediately after council meetings, yes?" Mammon hummed in agreement. "Then we'll meet them there. I want to talk to them about skipping out on their duties."
As the pair turned the corner to your locker, they expected to see you putting away your books with a bored expression or leaning against your locker as you fiddled with your D.D.D.
What they got instead was you smiling brightly as you hummed happily to yourself and gathered your things for your next class.
The two demons exchanged confused glances.
"MC," Mammon called out as he leaned against the locker in front of you. "Ya ditched me at the meeting'! What happened?"
You giggled, sounding like something straight out of an anime. "Sorry Mams, I got busy with something important and it completely slipped my mind."
Lucifer frowned as he stepped forward. "Something so important that you decided it'd be alright to simply skip out on your responsibilities without informing us?"
"Yup!" You popped the 'p' as you rocked on your heels and closed your locker. "In fact, I probably won't be available for Student Council anymore, so I'm afraid I have to quit."
Mammon's jaw dropped as Lucifer's inhaled sharply. "Your what?" he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I'm quitting Student Council," you repeated casually, that stupid, dopey grin still glued on your face. "I simply won't have the time anymore and I'd rather-" You were cut off by the warning bell and shrugged. "I have to get going, but please inform Diavolo of my choice and let him know I'd like to meet with him after school to discuss something!" You waved at the boys as you skipped down the hall toward your class.
The two demons stood gaping at your disappearing body.
Mammon gulped, "There ain't no way that just happened. ... Right?" He asked as he looked at his brother.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you before whipping out his D.D.D. and sending a message out to anyone that could be trusted: "Something's off with MC. Keep an eye on them."
The first one to respond was Belphie. He sat beside you in your Charms class. Usually, you'd be sitting at attention, carefully taking down notes on proper pronunciation. Instead, he cited that you had a dazed expression on your face as you giggled softly to yourself and doodled in your book. He didn't see much, but he caught a glimpse of hearts and the curve of a demon's horns on a stick figure.
Asmo had reported that while he escorted you to your History of the Devildom class, you had asked which he thought would look better on you for your wedding: a dress, a suit or a jumpsuit.
During that very same class, Satan sent a concerning message to the group saying you had just asked about courting rituals, marriage practices, and spousal duties in the Devildom.
With every message, Lucifer had to almost physically restrain himself from crushing his phone in his hand. It was all too clear to him what was happening to you, and he was going to put an end to it as soon as possible.
"Everyone, meet MC outside their classroom. Someone get Solomon to meet us at the House of Lamentation," he sent to the group before pocketing his phone.
He rushed to your classroom as the final bell went off and waited in the hallway. He watched carefully, eyes scanning each and every student that walked past him, as the classroom slowly emptied.
His stomach dropped as he saw you exit with Satan and Asmodeus with that ditsy grin still on your face. He opened his mouth to call out to yo-
"MC!"
That wasn't his voice.
Your eyes lit up like the celestial sun as you gasped and whipped around.
A pale, tall demon with pathetically small nubs for horns that rested in his messy blond hair was smiling victoriously at you as he held out his arms.
You squealed and, before anyone could stop you, rushed over to the demon and threw yourself at him. "Marcus!!!"
He looked down at you softly as he held you tightly, nuzzling his face into your hair as you laughed — you looked like a couple fresh from their honeymoon.
Sometimes Lucifer really fucking hated being right.
The dead demon finally released you from his grasp as you two clutched hands. "I missed you," you practically chirped as you bounced on your feet.
Marcus smiled fondly at you and cupped your cheek. "I missed you too, Sunshine. Did you get everything arranged?"
You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I quit the student council club and I'm supposed to be meeting with Diavolo shortly to discuss switching into your classes. That way we can spend as much time together as possible!"
Marcus's eyes glittered in joyous success. "Good," he purred as he leaned in close. "You're the best partner ever, MC. My good-" Just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, a loud, wall-shaking growl ripped through the halls and the demon was yanked away from you as you were pulled away from him.
Leviathan, having appeared out of no where, held the disgusting punk up by his neck with his tail. Meanwhile, Satan, Asmo and Lucifer were blocking his sight of you as a freshly arrived Beelzebub, Mammon and Belphie held you back.
"What," Levi gnarled in a low, rolling voice, "in seven rings of hell do you think you're doing?"
"Marcus!" You cried out as you struggled in Beel's arms. "Let him go! He's my boyfriend!!!"
Marcus gasped as Levi's tail tightened around his neck and his eyes flared. You let out a pitiful whine as your struggles became more desperate.
Mammon moved in front of you to try and get your attention. "Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Calm down," he spoke softly. "Ya don't mean that. Ya don't even know the guy, alright? You're confused-"
"I love him!"
Lucifer fixed his glare on the strangling demon. "Beelzebub," he spoke without looking. "Get MC to the Hall of Lamentation to Solomon as soon as you can. Tell him they are most likely under the effects of a love potion and for the love of Diavolo do not let them use their pact on you and escape."
Beel frowned as he looked down at the raging human in his arms. "How am I supposed to do that?"
Belphegor huffed and placed a hand on your forehead. In a second you were out cold. "That should do the trick," he mumbled as he turned his icy stare to the now-shocked Marcus. "I'd offer to go with you, but I want a part in whatever this bastard has coming to him. Just make sure they're safe, alright?"
"Mammon go with them," Lucifer ordered, Mammon whipped around in protest. Lucifer didn't so much as look at him. "MC going to be distressed when they wake. You're the best at calming them. Go."
Beel glanced between your unconscious body and Marcus. He let out an unpleased growl before cradling you in his arms and taking off out of the building, a reluctant Mammon following closely behind.
Marcus yelped as he was thrown onto the floor by Leviathan and surrounded. He barely got time to catch his breath before Lucifer grabbed him by the back of his hair and began dragging him towards the student council room.
Diavolo smiled as he saw the door opening, expecting to see his favourite exchange student. That smile instantly dropped as a scowling Lucifer came in, holding down a screaming student.
The prince's eyes widened as he took in the murderous expressions on all of the brother's faces and the fact that each of them were in their demon forms. "What in the Devildom's name is happening here?" he demanded as Lucifer carelessly tossed the demon into the center of the room.
"Tell him what you did." Lucifer spat as he glared at the poor demon.
Marcus trembled. The lower demon looked three seconds away from pissing himself. "I don't know what you're talking about!" A low rumble came from Satan as he went to charge forward, but was held back by Barbatos. Marcus yelped and scrambled back. "Please, my lord! They've gone feral!"
Diavolo raised an eyebrow at the demon and then glanced over at Lucifer. "So?"
Lucifer glared daggers at the demon as he spoke. "This scum gave MC a love potion."
The air in the room froze as the demon prince tensed. His eyes flickered into something woefully unnatural as he slowly turned his head to look at the whimpering demon sitting on his floors. "Is that so?" He gritted through his teeth. "Barbatos."
In a blink, Barbatos was behind the man, painfully restraining him.
Marcus yowled as he struggled in the demon's grasp. "I didn't do anything! Y-You have no proof!"
"No proof?" Asmodeus spat. "How about the fact that MC has been going on and on for the past two hours about some fictional wedding that they seem to think is going to happen? How about the fact that they tried to remove themselves from everything they love just to please you? How about the way they threw themselves at you despite the fact that none of us have ever seen or heard of you before?" His face contorted into an ugly snarl as his tail twitched behind him. "If there's one thing I hate most in this fucking world, it's love potions. You will not get away with this."
Barbato's gaze hardened as he suddenly slammed Marcus against the floor and pinned him down. "Your judgement, my lord?" Marcus hissed as the teal demon's claws dug into his neck.
Diavolo took slow, deliberate steps closer to the prisoner. "Give him room to speak, Barbatos. I want to know why he could have possibly fathomed this was a good idea."
The butler forced the demon's head up, craning his neck at an unnatural angle. "Speak," he ordered simply.
Marcus finally began to sob as heavy tears ran down his cheeks. "I just wanted them to see me! They're always with you lot and never even spare us lower demons a glance. I-I didn't stand a chance if I went about this the normal way, b-b-but I love them. I love them so much! It was the only way I could be with th-"
There was a sickening crunch as Barbatos smashed his face into the ground once more.
Belphegor stalked forward from where he had been pacing in the back of the room. "Let me at him. Let me kill him," his purple eyes practically glowed as he stared at his target. "The fucker doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as MC, let alone exist in the same world. Let me end his sorry, miserable life."
Satan grunted as he smirked. "I agree. I want him to look me in the eyes as I rip his still-beating heart out of his chest."
Levi rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You two always get all the fun. Give me a piece this time."
Marcus' eyes widened as blood gushed down his face from his shattered nose and now-busted eyebrow. "Y-You can't do that! Y-Y-You can't just do that."
Diavolo scoffed. "I very well could. This is the Devildom. There are no saints here. No mercy or justice. If we don't like your actions then we'll decide your punishment based on just how badly you pissed us off and nothing more," his lip curled into a snarl as he leaned down to peer into the demon's pitch-soul. "And you have made me livid," he clicked his tongue as he rose back to his full height. "That being said, death is far too quick and kind for someone who dared meddle with the exchange program and harm my student-"
"They weren't harmed!" Marcus cried desperately. "I would never hurt them! I was just-"
In an instant, the demon's jaw was crushed in Barbato's fist, as though it was nothing but a soda can. Agonizing cries of pain filled the room, but not a single person so much as flinched.
Barbatos leaned down to the demon's ear. "You'll find, that there are many bones and limbs that the physical body does not need to remain alive. Do not be so ignorant as to speak over my lord."
"Thank you, Barbatos," Diavolo spoke completely unphased by his butler's actions. He turned to the brothers. "No. He does not die today. I shall send you an invitation for the day he finally does. In the meantime, Barbatos and I will handle him. I believe there is a certain human in need of comfort waiting for you."
Lucifer didn't move. He stayed standing strong and firm as his crimson gaze bore deeply into the condemned demon. His claws clenched and unclenched at his sides, itching to rip into the lower demon's guts and paint the walls with them.
"Lucifer," he shifted his gaze over to Diavolo. The prince looked back at him impassively as he moved in front of Barbatos and Marcus. "You all may have your turns fulfilling your blood lust later. Go to MC."
Lucifer huffed, eyeing Marcus once more like a wolf eyeing its prey before finally turning away. "Come on," he spoke gruffly towards his brothers. "MC needs us."
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"SOLOMON! YOUR WIZARD ASS BETTER BE HERE ALREADY!" Mammon called out as he rushed ahead of you and Beel.
Solomon hurried over from where he had been waiting in the lounge. His eyes widened as he saw you unconscious in Beelzebub's arms. "Shit. What happened?"
"Some asshole in one of MC's classes gave them a love potion. Belphie knocked them out so they couldn't use their pact on us and get back to the prick who did this." Mammon growled as Solomon ushered them towards the living room.
Beelzebub carefully laid you down on the couch as Solomon began to flip through a book that he already had laid out. "Love potions are horrible. Never was a fan of them myself," he muttered as he took a few things out of his bag and placed them on the coffee table beside you. He glanced over at Beel, who was currently cradling your head in his lap. "Can you wake them for me?"
Beel glanced over at the wizard unsure. "Are you sure? What if they use their pact?"
Solomon waved off his concern as he began crushing some herbs. "Love potions tend to make the victim quite confused and suggestable. Just follow my lead."
Beel frowned in concern, remembering the frantic desperation that had painted your expression before Belphie had knocked you out in the first place, and sighed. He gently shook your shoulder and tapped your cheek a few times. "MC, wake up."
A small whine fell from your lips as your eyes slowly fluttered open. Suddenly you gasped and shot up as you began to look around. "Where's Marcus?!" You ordered before glaring at Mammon. "What did you do to him?!"
Solomon painted on a perfectly confused expression as he glanced over at you. "What are you talking about MC? None of us have seen Marcus since RAD earlier today. You had a long day, so Beel offered to carry you here so you could get some sleep. Did you have a nightmare?"
Your eyebrows narrowed as you looked at Solomon. Your cloudy gaze slowly took in your surroundings and the people around you. "B-But ... But Marcus promised we'd go on a date after school. Why am I ... Wh-Where is he?"
Solomon hummed as weighed out a green, translucent liquid into a vial. "Ah yes! I met him earlier. Nice fellow. Said he had a surprise that he had to go get. He should be back in an hour or so."
You gasped as little pink hearts danced around in your eyes. "He has a surprise for me?" Awe weaved through your voice as you squealed. "He's so thoughtful! Urgh! I really lucked out with him, you know? He's the best boyfriend a person like me could ask for," you sighed dreamily as leaned against Beelzebub. "I've never felt this way about someone before."
Beel felt his heart clench at the doe-eyed expression painting your face. He took your hand into his own and ran his thumb over your knuckles. He wanted to scream, to shake you and tell you that it wasn't real; that this was all some sick illusion. He glanced over at Mammon and saw the deep concern and sadness that filled his blue eyes and knew that he wasn't the only one.
Solomon finally poured his potion into a small cup and held it out to you. "Now, I can't tell you where it is, since I'm sworn to secrecy, but Marcus told me where he plans on taking you for your date," your eyes widened as you leaned forward in excitement. Solomon gave you a soft smile. "This will make sure that you'll be safe where you're going and that you'll stay in tip-top shape."
You nodded enthusiastically and took the glass without hesitation. "Thanks Solomon! You're the best! I think we'll have you as the best man at our wedding!"
His expression tightened as you downed the potion. "Well, we'll see about that."
You inhaled sharply as you suddenly dropped the glass and clutched at your chest.
Mammon cursed as he rushed to your side and sent a sharp look over to Solomon. "What the fuck!? I thought this was going to help them?!"
Solomon calmly picked up the cup from the ground and began putting away his materials. He tensed as you let out a pain-filled whine. "It is. I promise. Unfortunately, since love potions mimic love, the antidote mimics heartbreak," His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. "Another reason why I hate love potions."
You sobbed as tears poured down your cheeks, clawing at your chest as though that would help relieve the utter pain and sorrow overwhelming you.
Beel quickly grabbed your hands into his own and pulled you against his chest. "Shhhh," he gently comforted as you trembled in his arms. "Just hold on. We're right here, MC. It's alright."
You shook your head as wails poured past your lips. Mammon froze as your eyes fixed onto his. "Make it stop," you pleaded the demon. "Please. It hurts. Mammon, please."
Mammon swallowed thickly, wishing more than anything that he knew how to help you. Instead, he moved by your side and took your face into his hands. "Stay strong MC. J-Just bare it a little while longer. It'll be done soon."
You whimpered at his words as you allowed your forehead to fall against his. "I-I can't. Mammon..." Suddenly he felt your weight against him grow heavier.
He frowned as he noticed your eyes were closed. "MC?" Beel's eyes widened as he felt you had become lax in his arms. Mammon lifted your face to try and get you to look at him. "MC! Woah, hey! Wake up!"
"They're alright," Solomon spoke solemnly. "They probably passed out from the pain. When they wake up, they'll be back to normal."
Beel slumped against the couch in relief and gently brought you closer to him. "At least it's over now," he murmured against your hair. "I don't think I could've stood seeing them like that for one second more."
Mammon sighed and took one of your hands as he silently fiddled with your fingers. He couldn't help the trinkle of guilt that dripped down his conscious as he thought about the day's events.
Solomon nodded and handed Mammon a glass vial. "They might have a headache when they wake up. This should help. Give them space if they ask for it; love potions can be quite scary."
Mammon hummed as he pocketed the potion. "Of course. Whatever they need," he paused as he looked at the wizard. "Thank you for, uh, helpin' MC."
The wizard shrugged as he closed his bag and began to walk out the door. "You can thank me by allowing me to watch when the bastard who did this is executed," he frowned as he glanced back at the demons. "Keep a close eye on them, alright?"
Mammon nodded in silent agreement. Solomon cast one last concerned glance at you before taking his leave.
The brothers never found out how Marcus slipped you the love potion, but they swore to themselves as they brought all their blankets and pillows down to the living room to hold and cuddle you all night long, that after today no one would ever get the chance to do so again.
It would be another half hour before the others returned, showing no signs of blood or the impending doom that Marcus would face.
Another two hours before you would wake up, dazed and confused about how you got back to the Hall of Lamentation.
***Thank you all so much for your support and love! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic 🥰***
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selineram3421 · 1 month
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*slams alarm clock against the wall*
Hissy Kitty
Part 4
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Part 3
Alastor X Reader Warnings ⚠
⚠ mentions of alcohol, all caps for shouting/yelling, our deer man in denial, cussing ⚠
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"What just happened?", Alastor asked.
He looked around with furrowed eyebrows, confused.
"Are you ok? What was that?", you got his attention with your questions. "Why did you threaten Sir Pentious?"
Then he noticed how close you were, and the hold he had on you.
"Alastor?"
Ripping himself away, he took a large step back. Looking you up and down in a panic before taking a step into the shadows, disappearing from your sight.
You stood alone in the hallway, wondering what had caused such a reaction, both the anger and the panic. Then you walked to the lobby, seeing your brother working at the bar and you took a seat on a bar stool with a sigh.
"Never thought I'd see you come up to the bar like that.", Husk quirked a brow. "Need to talk to the bartender?", he asked, getting a cup ready.
"No.", you sighed and crossed your arms on the counter, resting your chin on them. "I need to talk to my older brother."
A drink was placed in front of you before there was another one next to it, then your brother walked out from behind the bar and sat on the bar stool on your right side.
"Alright kit, lay it on me.", he said and got his drink to take a sip.
"It's just been weird.", you started off. "I know Alastor is around me to bug you, we've established that.", you gestured to each other. "But the others think that he's trying to court me?"
"Pffffft-!", Husk sprayed out some of his drink.
"Which I know is not true, because that isn't what's been happening but Charlie and Pentious think that. And the weirdest part just happened a few minutes ago.", you continued.
Your brother coughed before wiping his mouth.
"What happened?"
"I was talking to Pentious and then all of a sudden Alastor appeared behind me.", you gestured as if someone was behind you now. "Pulled me away from my conversation with Sir Pentious and threatened to cook him."
Your brother was quiet, holding his cup as he thought before placing it down on the counter. He turned his body to face you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
"I need to know every detail of what happened, this doesn't sound normal but I can't be too sure.", he says. "That smiling fuck is not normal in general."
"Ok.", you nod and start over. "Sir Pentious had stopped me in the hallway.."
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Alastor teleported somewhere far away from you within the hotel.
He couldn't go back to his tower, you were too close by and he needed a moment to think, to not worry about being found by you. Then he remembered that you held his face, the lingering feeling of your touch on his cheek made his chest tighten.
"Alastor? Is everything ok?", he heard the familiar voice of the Princess.
Somewhat surprised, the deer demon takes a good look around of where he is. He had teleported himself into Charlie and Vaggie's room.
"Apologies dear, I was in a bit of a rush to notice where I was going.", he says with a tight smile and fixes his coat. "I shall be off.", he turns to face the exit.
"Oh wait!", the Princess gets up from her seat and walks over. "Let them know that their clothes are finished. Niffty sure works fast."
Not paying any mind to it, he glances at the blonde.
"Who exactly?", he asks.
Then she says your name.
He stands still like a deer in headlights.
"Why would I let them know?", he turns to face her with brows furrowed slightly.
"Because you're always around them, I assumed that you were going to see them again.", Charlie explains.
"HA!", the Radio Demon laughs. "Do you think me a lovesick fool? Following them around like some dizzy-"
"Love?", she says confused. "I never said anything about love.."
He stares at the Princess for a moment, seeing her make the realization before quickly making his way towards the door.
"¡'m |€@v¡n& Ω¤₩."
"Al! What's so wrong with being-?", Charlie followed behind him.
"Being in love?", Alastor stopped walking to finished her question, turning around to face the Princess.
"Yes! Why is that a bad thing?", she continued.
So many reasons. He thought.
"It makes a person ₩€aK.", he replied instead. "It clouds one's thoughts, blinds, consumes, ruins.", he shook his head. "I could never allow myself to fall so low."
The Princess looked at him with a sad glare.
"I don't know if my word on love means anything but to me love gives strength, it inspires, encourages, protects-"
"IT DOES NOTHING TO HELP PROTECT SOMEONE!"
Feeling the ends of his smile start to turn down, he looked away and made his way to the door.
"I'm leaving.", he said, voice void of static, deciding to use the shadows to escape from the conversation quicker.
Teleporting to his Radio Tower, he sees the mess of glass was cleaned up.
"Good, now I can get to work and forget about this whole th-"
The trap door slammed open, causing Alastor to snap his head around to see who had dared to enter his tower uninvited.
"You've got five fucking seconds to explain yourself.", Husk growled as he stood in the room.
"What are you going on about?"
"You touched my sibling again but this time you were pissed off.", the cat demon stomped his way over to the deer demon. "Why would some other demon touching them piss you off so much, huh? I told you countless fucking times that they aren't yours."
Husk jabbed at his boss's chest with his claw.
Alastor grew taller, letting his anger show. "D¤ Ωo+ toμ©h m€ aΩd ¡ wiL| dθ a$ I pL€a$e."
The two glared at each other until the cat's eyes widened.
"Holy shit.", Husk lowered his hand.
"₩hAt?", the Radio Demon hissed, ready to teach the ex Overlord a lesson.
"You're in love with them.."
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*glares at the morning sun* No.
~Seline, the person.
Part 5
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what if NMJ just poofs into an owl when qi deviations loom tho
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Bonus from a later reblog:
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FWUMP
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flamingpudding · 5 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 16 - "Do you know a way out of here?"
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: -
"Danyal."
He flinched and slowly turned enough so he could look over his shoulder at the cockpit of the Fenton Speeder. Damian was staring at him with crossed arms and so was Jason, both looking very unimpressed with him.
"I got it! Don't worry!"
Damian was now glaring at him. "You said that ten minutes ago."
"Pretty sure we came past this floating rock over there before." Jason added to Danny's dismay. He floated over closer to the Speeder, his entire body language spelling out how nervous he was facing his twin and brother right now.
"I promise, I got this! A lot of the Infinite Realm looks very similar and aside from the floating doors nothing really differs here a lot. Unless you find the haunt of someone!"
"We know, you said that when we entered the portal, repeated it before that several times and every time we came here before, insisting on several safety measures." Damian retorted still with that unimpressed stare of his.
"Some safety measures that were, we still got attacked by one of your ghost rogues." Jason muttered, eying the thermos Danny had thrown at them when a guy, Walker, came at them with a bunch of other ghosts looking like security guards. They had sucked up most of them into it and then lost the last of them by zigzacking their way through this dimension.
It wasn't like this was their first time accompanying Danny into the Infinite Realms. Both Jason and Damian had come into this dimension several times before. Most of the time it was for checkups Jason or Danny had with Frostbite. Other times they just tagged along when Danny had to deal with something here. This was one of these times.
A floating eyeball had interrupted their breakfast and Danny after having gotten annoyed with it enough to shoot one of his ecto-blasts at it, hurriedly went down to the basement to the portal he had built there months ago. Jason just happened to be in the cave wanting to look something up on the batcomputer when he caught him preparing to go into the portal. And Damian as always, being the worried twin that still got an overprotective streak after months of having Danny with them also insisted on coming alone.
They had been lucky that it wasn't a school day or that Bruce had been busy with JL stuff to notice them going off into the Infinite Realm on their own. Now Jason regretted it just a little bit, because despite what Danny was saying, they were lost. It was probably only a matter of time until one of their other siblings noticed too. "So wanna bet how long it will take for the others to freak out on the coms of our disappearance? I don't think we left a note on where we went."
"I informed Pennyworth of our outing." Damian countered and Danny gave a nervous laugh. Jason couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, fully knowing that Bruce was going to lecture Danny once more on safety precautions when traveling interdimensional. Like having someone man the coms at home base.
"This would be so much easier if I just had the map…" Danny muttered as he phased through the cockpit glass and stood next to them.
"The map you just happened to leave behind because you know the way to the castle by heart?" Damian rose an eyebrow at his now sheepish looking twin.
"I learned my lesson okay! I won't forget it next time!" Now Jason raised an eyebrow, he distinctly remembered Danny saying this before when they went to an appointment with Frostbite before and had gotten lost on the way back.
"Danyal. Do you know a way out of here? Or do we have to find a way to contact Pennyworth, father or any of the others?"
"I know where to go!" Danny jumped up phasing out of the Speeder again to look at their surroundings through the windows. Before pointing in a certain direction. "That way! If we get to Far Frozen we will be halfway back to the Manor's portal!"
Damian and Jason both arched an eyebrow once more nearly in sync. It wasn't Danny's fault, okay it was, but they were losing trust in his navigation skills. Especially since both were sure they had rounded that dead tree on a rock five times now. Just as the other was about to start leading them in that direction a blast hit the side of his head and both Jason and Damian shouted his name in worry.
"I am okay!" Danny shouted flying up to them before dodging more blasts that came his way. Damian then pushed Jason off the Speeders controls. Stirring it to follow his twin brother who was still dodging another one of his rogues that had decided to attack them on their way home.
"What is today?! Come and attack Danny day?!" The half ghost shouted as he flew zig zags around floating rocks and dodged ecto-blasts from a ghost, Jason remembered Danny called Skulker. This was the second one to attack them today, and one Jason knew Damian liked the least.
Damian had a personal grudge with this one, once he learned that the ghost was after his twin's 'pelt'. Personally Jason found it sort of hilarious considering Danny gets hunted by this Skulker and Skulker is getting hunted by Damian whenever the Demon Brat caught sight of him.
Though Danny had explained it to them once that it was just his rogues living out their obsession, it still didn't stop any of them getting at least somewhat protective when these ghost rogues showed up. After all their attacks were once that could hurt their brother and aside from the equipment Danny had provided they had nothing else to protect him with.
Not that Danny needed to know that Bruce and Tim were already working on something with the information he had provided behind the twins' backs.
Still this was the second time they got attacked now and all just because Danny had to deal with some nonsense the Observers had called him for. Yet Damian and Jason were sort of unable to help Danny right now and could only stir the Fenton Speeder to follow him, but the speeder wasn't fast enough and they lost sight of their ghost brother.
Frustrated Damian punched the consol.
"Now what?" Jason muttered, eyeing all the green and floating rocks around them. They didn't know how to navigate that place no matter how often they had accompanied Danny into this dimension. They were even more lost now and Danny was somewhere, hopefully still somewhat close, getting hunted by Damian's least favorite ghost rogue.
"I am going to skin this ghost and make him wish he never died in the first place, and you won't stop me Todd."
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frenchublog · 1 month
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can anyone recommend fluffy (long) spuffy fanfics ? i need softness, yearning, longing in spuffy style
if you have a favourite story it's okay too hehe (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.゚
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tcfactory · 4 months
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Please consider: Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu role-swap
[LiuJiu, 2300 words]
After the fire, Shen Jiu doesn't sit around, he's aiming straight for Cang Qiong. Wu Yanzi tempts him, but if he is to ever find out what happened to Qi-ge then he can't play around with rogue cultivators, so he ditches the man before Wu Yanzi could take him as a disciple.
He arrives to the sect at a year when they are not doing the disciple selection - the women at the Warm Red Pavilion say it's because the Sect Leader is busy monitoring his cursed head disciple and if the Sect Leader doesn't take part then the rest of the sect has to wait too - but he's tipped off that Bai Zhan is always open to those who are determined enough to climb the mountain and demand admittance.
So that's exactly what he does. The Peak Lord sets him against one of his junior disciples and tells him there are no rules, if he can beat them he's in. It's a test he's not supposed to win, to see his determination and his reaction to failure, as a malnourished slave boy should be no match to someone in good health who has two years of training under his belt. But Shen Jiu doesn't know this, he has come too far to give up now and unlike the scrappy, but well-fed farmer's son he's set up against, he fights dirty.
He sets the basis of his future nickname - The Rabid Wolf of Bai Zhan - that day when he claws the boy's eye out and forces him to yield. His rise among the disciples is almost as meteoric as Yue Qi's and people are on the lookout for when the upstart slave boy will plummet back to the earth, but he never does. When the year is up and the sect is abuzz that Lingxi caves are finally opening again because they are letting the cursed disciple out, he's there in the front row among the curious onlookers and throws himself in his Qi-ge's arms as soon as the other boy steps foot into the light again.
Shen Qingqiu grows up tall and willowy and unpredictable, an unconventional physical cultivator that bends with the wind, but never breaks. With Yue Qingyuan's support as an unshakeable mountain behind his back, he is untouchable. He never bothers to hide what he is, not his scars or his sharp edges or the slave brand burned into the meat of his shoulder, often bared to the world by his choice of outfit; he stands as testament that even the lowest wretches can claw their way up to stand among giants.
Liu Mingqu yields to his rich family and allows himself to be enrolled into Qing Jing. He is not as suited for spiritual cultivation and he has no head for arts, but he is still a prodigy and a really hard working one at that. He learns all there is to learn for a scholar and doesn't rest until he perfects them all - music, calligraphy, painting, poetry - and even if he's ever uninspired about pursuing them, the Peerless Beauty of Qing Jing is a competent teacher who stands head and shoulders over his peers. He masters his temper and his manners and takes to hiding his face behind a fan or sometimes a veil like his sister to discourage people from staring at him.
Their roles may be different, but their nature remains the same. Shen Jiu has always been more clever than he was strong and nothing changed about that now that he's essentially a spiritual cultivator playing at star athlete. He plants a bamboo forest on his mountain - for meditation and ambush practice, he says, but everyone knows he just needed a bubble of calm for himself in the endless war zone of Bai Zhan - and mercilessly beats any disciple who dares to damage the forest. In the serene calm of his little house he hoards books and maps and all the culture he can get his calloused hands on, always thirsty to know more, an endless pit his Qi-ge happily pours obscure knowledge into. He uses the standing feud between Bai Zhan and Qing Jing to spy on them, learn their cultivation methods by sight and listen to the senior disciples do ad hoc concerts, so he can practice music in the brothel or under a silencing array just behind his house.
It's during one of these trips when he discovers Liu Qingge behind the Qing Jing Peak Lord's manor, restlessly shuffling through the steps of a formal dance. Liu Qingge yearns to move, he yearns for the exertion of his wild youth, but there are only so many acceptable options for a scholar and as a cultivator he can't channel his restlessness into hunting or horse riding. That leaves dancing, but Liu Qingge is not a creative person. He sticks to the dances he half-remembers learning as a rich young master and maybe asks his sister for some more, but that's where his resourcefulness runs out on this venture.
Shen Qingqiu watches him go through the steps of the same dozen dances, swap to a few rounds of sword forms - perfectly executed and ethereal, an immortal beauty that earthbound Shen Qingqiu will never be able to replicate - and then swap back to the dances, increasingly frustrated and restless.
"If Peak Lord Qingge wants to learn some better dances, this shidi can introduce you to someone." Liu Qingge startles and almost turns him into a pincushion with a barrage of bamboo leaves.
"What do you want?!" They are secure in their respective positions, but they still don't like each other.
"Peace, shixiong. I'm just looking out for the sect. How would it reflect on me if I let my fellow Peak Lord work himself into a qi deviation and didn't step in?" Shen Qingqiu shrugs and smiles with an easy, predatory grace that makes Liu Qingge wish he had fangs to match the Wolf of Bai Zhan, but there's no malice in the offer. "Come now, shixiong. There's nobody else here. We don't need to do this stupid game of social posturing. Tell you what, as a sign of my goodwill I'm going to teach you a meditation technique to calm your qi after exercise, free of charge."
Almost everything with Shen Qingqiu is a transaction, so Liu Qingge knows better than to pass up the chance to get something from his shidi for free - and the meditation does help settle his roiling qi.
"What do you want in return, then?" It's almost terrifying how intensely Shen Qingqiu's eyes light up.
"That trick with the leaves - teach me how to do it."
Liu Qingge doesn't bother to point out that it's a spiritual technique. It's an unspoken secret that they would be better suited to each other's cultivation styles than that of their own peaks. Shen Qingqiu has a storm of razor sharp leaves dancing in the air before Liu Qingge is even done explaining.
He almost regrets agreeing when Shen Qingqiu takes him down to the brothel, but the women his shidi introduces him to are truly masters of dance - they were stars of an imperial dance troupe before their owner was executed for offending the Emperor and they were sold to the brothel. They take him to the back and teach him dances he could never have imagined, dances that make his heart soar and his blood rush hot in his veins, while Shen Qingqiu lightly dozes among the women in the main reception area, his very presence frightening all but the most unruly patrons into behaving.
Liu Qingge is an honest man and he knows, deep down, that he got much more out of this exchange than his shidi. He’s on the lookout to see how he could repay him, but Shen Qingqiu seems to want for nothing. What he can’t get on his own Yue Qingyuan gifts to him, doting relentlessly on his sharp-edged little brother. So when he hears that Shen Qingqiu is to set out to assist in a night hunt against a particularly dangerous demonic beast that made its way over the to the far shore of the sea, he hops to the opportunity to compile a scroll of all the unspoken rules and etiquette of the island, as well as a short history on the ninja clan that asked for their aid. It’s all information that Shen Qingqiu has no way of learning otherwise, but should ease his time on the hunt.
When he can’t find Shen Qingqiu at the bamboo house he goes looking for him and that’s when he finds the silencing array, that’s when he sees his shidi sitting with his guqin in a clearing, composing music. Liu Qingge’s mouth goes dry, his heart skips a beat - his shidi is like a vision from the heavens and for the first time since he started this scholarly lifestyle, Liu Qingge wants to paint. He wants to etch this scene in his heart and condense it into a poem.
He slinks away before his shidi can notice him and leaves the scroll in the bamboo house. In the three years Shen Qingqiu is gone, hunting that elusive monster that decimates one village after another, he becomes a man possessed - or more accurately, a tender hearted young maiden yearning for her first love. He paints picture after picture, sometimes of a wolf stalking among the bamboo, sometimes of Qingqiu with his guqin as the scene lives in his memory. Rarely he paints his shidi stretched out on a couch in the brothel, languid with feigned sleep and one eye opened a crack as he vigilantly watches over his sisters - he gifts one of those to the brothel, much to the ladies’ delight. He starts writing poetry, yearning, horrible poetry his sister mocks relentlessly, but slowly he finds his words and his latest attempts are almost good. He is the first to hound Zhangmen-shixiong for news on Shen shidi and learns every word of every letter by heart, no matter how short or impersonal the progress reports are.
Liu Qingge knows that his martial siblings are not blind to his obsession - he has caught Shang shidi muttering “bro, really?!” under his breath more than once. He’s not familiar with the expression, but he can understand the sentiment. Yue Qingyuan watches him with patient exasperation, but he knows that the man doesn’t disapprove from the mild comment about how Shen Jiu will need a new ceremonial robe for his return celebration because his old one is ten years out of fashion.
Embroidery is, technically, within the skill set of the Qing Jing Peak Lord. He hounds An Ding until someone supplies him with Shen Qingqiu’s measurements and the finest materials he can bully Shang shidi into acquiring - “That’s the same stuff demon royalty wears, try not to waste it, my contact had to go through the royal seamstress of the northern kingdom to get it in that color.” - and sets to work. Bai Zhan’s color is steel blue, but that never fit his shidi, so he picks greens instead to match his striking green eyes. He creates a design that accentuates the deceptive slimness of Qingqiu, then embroiders the robes with bamboo patterns and a wolf on the hunt and when they are done he crafts a matching fan - Shen shidi hides from nothing and nobody, but Liu Qingge thinks he might enjoy being a little mysterious.
He is daydreaming about his shidi during the next Peak Lord meeting when the Sect Leader breaks the news: the beast has finally been slain and Shen Qingqiu will be on the next ship back home. Liu Qingge stays barely long enough to not be impolite at the end of the meeting before he rushes off to finish the last touches on the robes. He wants to leave it all set out for his shidi in the bamboo house.
In his haste he misses the look Shang Qinghua and Yue Qingyuan exchange behind his back.
“So, about those arrangements we made…”
“Yes, please. Let’s get Xiao Jiu home before Liu-shidi pines himself into a qi deviation.”
“Yeah, he’s down bad isn’t he?”
“Are you certain your prince doesn’t mind? If you are in any danger, shidi…”
“No! It’s fine, I’m fine, he already agreed to it! In fact, my Xuebao likes your brother so much I’m almost a little jealous.”
“Really now?”
“Zhangmen-shixiong, please stop looking like you are plotting murder. It’s not like that. As the Mobei prince, he really doesn’t have a lot of friends. Of course he misses A-Jiu.”
“If you say so, shidi.”
Liu Qingge is all jitters when he walks down the path to the bamboo house. He can’t understand why because Shen Qingiu won’t be back for months, but he still feels like a maiden on her way to ask out her love on the first date.
He almost drops the package with the robes when he opens the door and finds Shen Qingqiu standing there in the sunlit room. His shidi is too solid, too real to be an apparition, his clothes worn from travel, his heavy pack still unpacked by the table. He stands with a letter in one hand - Qingge recognizes his sister’s wobbly, childish handwriting - and with Qingge’s notebook in which he wrote all his stumbling, horrible poetry in the other and Liu Qingge wishes nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
“Are those my new robes?” Shen Qingqiu asks, as if they have only met this morning, as if that was a reasonable thing to ask when Qingge’s heart is about to explode from nerves. He can only mutely nod at his shidi. “You know shixiong, I can see that you have put enormous effort into courting me. I would have loved it if it happened when I was here to experience it.”
Shen Qingqiu sets the notebook and the letter down and stalks up to Liu Qingge, his eyes sharp with an emotion he can’t interpret, but it makes Liu Qingge want to bare his throat to his teeth and be devoured.
“So, Liu-shixiong. Are you going to help me try on my new robes?”
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psychocoffeeaddict · 2 months
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Six demons had their swords and knives suddenly at the ristorante 6 demon’s throat. He swallowed carefully and glanced at Lord Lucifer sipping his tea at the head of the table. His only response. “Be careful how you place those plates..my brothers are protective.”
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bruhstation · 1 month
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i have fallen for your Spencer design i need more of him NOW :)
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sure anon. have s19e07 but 20 times worse
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moeblob · 21 days
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So it occurs to me that I posted most of their lore on my OC blog (though a few posts on here have the story info) and honestly I think it's very important to note that the entire reason a guy from Florida is recruited to help defeat the demon lord isn't him as the hero. His younger brother (by about ten years younger) is the Chosen Hero and... not very good at it. So the goddess (Solei) who had selected the hero has to begrudgingly go back to earth and convince his older brother to help save her world.
(Also Reynold admits to Solei that "Sascha could never be a bad influence. He's the best impulse control I've ever had" and she really doesn't like to hear it. That's terrifying.)
#my characters#sascha is The demon lord and there is truly only one at a time#solei however is simply a goddess - not the only one of divinity#i dont actually know if thats been mentioned on either art blog lmao#also its not pictured here but reynold is recruited and only asks for one favor when in the other world (from solei)#he wants to be a woman while he helps his brother#she thinks its a weird flex but ok whatever buddy you can be a woman#and the logic is not him actually wanting to be one its just you see his younger brother finds it weird#to have a guy cling to him and dote on him like reynold does and said One Time WHY COULDNT YOU BE A SISTER THIS IS WEIRD#and so reynold is briefly rey for about a month before being held hostage by sascha and hes like... super polite#and asks her if she was cursed and so shes like uhhh what and he mentions looking at her gives him a headache#because the core and the outer appearance arent the same and he can revert her back to her original form if she wants#and she does so rey goes back to reynold which is very nice and reynold appreciates it#because honestly looking at rey in a mirror gives HIM a headache cause solei designed his appearance#and it was so bright thank you demon lord for giving the florida man his natural boring look back#also reynold will always carry sunglasses because solei can just appear and she is way too bright to deal with without eye protection#solei is not amused and thinks its basically slander against her godly appearance and reynold just smiles at her and tells her tough luck#he wants his vision for his new hot husband she can deal with a little insubordination#florida man begs for torture bc he can handle that and he knows it#is instead handed courtesy and manners and doesnt know what to do with it - quickly developing what he claims is NOT stockholm syndrome#solei and sascha quietly muttering about what that could possibly mean cause they dont know what this guy is talking about
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What if Sanemi had really blinded Genya in this scene? Would he have felt guilty? Would he have regretted it? Horrible? What would have been Genya's reaction? He would be so hurt, scared and confused. His Nemi hurting him-
MY HEART IS BREAKING
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pensymbols · 4 months
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sometimes i think abt how jiang cheng sacraficed himself to protect wei wuxian and then in turn wei wuxian sacraficed himself to protect jiang cheng and NEITHER of them knew about their actions up until the very end
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beels-burger-babe · 2 years
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The Case of the Secret Admirer pt 2
***Wow! You guys really enjoyed part one of this 🥰😅 I'm so happy that everyone is enjoying Teen MC — I certainly love writing them. I hope you all enjoy this part two! -B***
Summary: It started with a single note left found inside your locker one day, and ended with a full-scale investigation backed by all the powers of the Devildom. AKA, You have a secret admirer at RAD and nobody is impressed.
Teen!MC
Part 1
Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer sat at a round table — the air heavy and dark with a deadly tone of seriousness that flowed between them.
In the demon prince's hands laid the hideous pink note that, had it not been their only clue, would have long been incinerated by his heated glare. "Does MC know?" he growled lowly.
"They know the letter exists, but not of its contents. Mammon made sure of it," Lucifer reported in a firm tone, his jaw clenched as he looked at the letter.
Barbatos nodded and folded his gloved hands on the table. "Good. We should keep it that way unless absolutely necessary. I assume your brothers' have already been informed about the situation, how do they plan to act?"
Lucifer scoffed, "If they know what's good for them, they'll listen to me and remain uninvolved. I wanted to handle this as quickly and silently as possible. Hence why I contacted the two of you."
Diavolo and Barbatos exchanged a glance. "And," Diavolo spoke with a small smirk, "how do you expect that they'll actually act?"
Lucifer sighed as his shoulders slumped. "They're going to be stupidly protective and utterly obvious about the whole thing. If we want to avoid MC putting the pieces together, I estimate we have until lunch to find the 'secret admirer' and begin the interrogation process."
Barbatos breathed slowly as he processed the situation. "That doesn't give us much time. I can use my abilities to glance back and find the admirer's identity, but it'll take time."
Diavolo gave his nod of approval as he stood. "Get started on that right away. The moment you have a name, I want to know. Then, it's just a matter of finding him and ... having a conversation with the young demon."
Lucifer's phone pinged in his pocket — a groan left his lips as he saw that he had been added to a group chat titled, "the anti-admirer association" by Mammon with five other members. "We'll have to work quickly," he murmured as he showed his phone to the rest of the group. "I'm afraid my brothers' meddling has already begun."
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For you, this was just another day. As far as you were aware there was nothing planned for the day, and no strange events that would inevitably take a turn into complete chaos were scheduled — by all means the day seemed like it would turn out to be a nice and relaxing one.
You smiled peacefully to yourself as you opened your bedroom door only to come nose to nose with Mammon and Beelzebub.
A sharp scream escaped from your lips as you stumbled back in shock. "Jesus FUCK!" you cursed as you placed a hand over your racing heart. "What the hell are you two doing? Are you trying to kill me?!"
Beel's eyes widened as he quickly shook his head. "No! Of course not! Sorry MC, we didn't mean to scare you so badly. We were just coming to check on you and help you get ready for the morning."
Mammon shrugged as he took note that your breathing had returned to normal. "Don't make a big deal outta nothin'. It ain't our fault you're so jumpy," he smirked as scowled at him. "Someone's gotta wake ya up some how, lazy bones, and now you're awake. Come on. We gotta get ta class."
You huffed as Beel sympathetically patted your back and followed the boys to the foyer. "I could've gotten up and made it to RAD by myself," you grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Not like I haven't done it before."
Mammon and Beel exchanged a glance over your head as the red head's hand squeezed your shoulder. He smiled innocently down at you. "Just because you've done it before, doesn't you have to do it all the time. I wanted to walk you to class and spend some time with you, and Mammon said he wanted to join too."
"OI!" Mammon shouted defensively as his cheeks flared. "Don't tie me in with your mushy shit. I'm here c-c-cause it's my job! You know as their protector!"
You scoffed affectionately and rolled your eyes. "More like an over protective big brother. Don't worry Mams, I love you too," you and Beelzebub chuckled as Mammon scrambled for an excuse.
As your laughter dwindled and the three of you stepped outside of the House of Lamentation, you couldn't help but frown as you noticed the way Mammon and Beel's eyes scanned around you and how they securely flocked either side of you. You gently tugged on Mammon's jacket and looked at him in concern. "You guys are acting defensive. Does ... Does this have anything to do with that note? Did someone actually send me a death threat?"
"What?!" Beel shouted his head whipping around to look between you and Mammon.
The second born waved off his brother's concern and sighed. "It ain't anythin' like that MC. I told ya, that note was nothin' for ya to worry about."
You hummed in thought. "So you wouldn't mind telling me what it said then?" you quirked an eyebrow as you met his eyes.
Mammon gulped and tensed under your gaze. "W-Well, um, it was just a prank. Nothing serious really. I don't even remember."
You narrowed your eyes at the demon. "I don't believe you," you clicked your tongue and looked back at the path leading to RAD. "I guess if someone's out for me, I'll have to be extra defensive." Mammon and Beel let out a sigh of relief as you walked ahead of them, karate chopping the air to prove your "defensive prowess."
They thought they had escaped the subject of the note and any lingering suspicion that you'd had, but of course, things never went in their favor.
As you settled into your desk in your morning charms class, Asmodeus grinned widely as he perched himself on your desk. "So MC~" he trailed his fingers across the surface of your desk. "You've been attending RAD for a bit now."
You frowned and glanced over at Belphegor, who was sitting in the desk beside you, in confusion. The demon merely stared up at his older brother with glare of both exhaustion and exacerbation. "Um, I guess?" you replied as you looked back over to the Avatar of Lust.
Asmo squealed and leaned forward. "So you've gotten a chance to settle in, maybe get to know people~" he waggled his eyebrows. "I just wanted to let you know, that if you need some time away from the others, maybe get away and have some fun," he winked causing your confusion to grow even more, "Then Big Bro Amso's got your back."
You opened your mouth to voice your confusion, but was stopped as a pencil hits thwacks the side of Asmodeus's head. The demon yelped and whipped around to glare at Belphie.
The younger demon merely shrugged and threw another pencil at him. "Your confusing them and grossing me out. Go be weird somewhere else and get your ass off their desk."
Asmodeus huffed and stood up. "Fine. Just remember my offer, dear!" he blew you a quick kiss before slinking back to his desk.
You raised an eyebrow at Belphie. "What was that all about?"
The demon sighed and buried his head back into his arms. "Don't worry about it. It's adult stuff."
You rolled your eyes and played with one of the pencils that had fallen off Asmodeus and onto your desk. "Everyone's telling me that today."
"Well maybe you should listen to them," Belphie spoke dryly as he peaked over at you from the corner of his eyes. He snickered as you stuck your tongue out at him. "Brat,"
"Jerk," you fired right back. Despite the harsh nicknames, the two of you shared an affectionate smile as the teacher made their way to the front of the class.
An hour later, the bell rang and you made your way over to History of the Devildom with Satan and Leviathan.
Normally, it was Levi who made it difficult to focus in class. The two of you would whisper about whatever show you were watching together and exchange doodles. Satan would smack the both of you on the back of the head and hiss at you to pay attention.
Today, that was not the case.
In a rare change of events, you were actually trying to focus on what your teacher was saying, but the intense stare driving into your skull was slowly grating at your nerves.
You groaned and glared over at Satan, "What?" you snapped quietly. "Is there something on my face?"
He pursed his lips and slid a piece of paper over to you. "I need you to answer these questions ... please."
You narrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion before unfolding the page. Staring back at you was a detailed question, not too dissimilar from the questions Lucifer asked you last night, asking about your time at RAD, things you've noticed, and your experiences with your class. You huffed as Levi leaned over your shoulder and read the questions with an equally confused expression. "What is this?" you asked.
"Just a questionnaire that the exchange students need to do ... Lucifer asked me to hand it to you," he muttered in response, his eyes glancing back at the teacher.
Levi nose scrunched up at the statement. "Since when do you actually do what Lucifer tells you?"
Satan sent a pointed glare over to his brother. "Since it concerns MC," he hissed quickly. His gaze softened as it flickered back down to you. "Just answer it, please. The sooner you can get it back to me, the better."
You frowned as you slid the paperback to him, "No need. Lucifer asked me most of these questions last night."
"That's what he disturbed the sanctity of game night for?!" Leviathan shouted in appalment.
"Leviathan, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" The millennia old professor in the front of the asked dryly. The three of you instantly sat at attention, and you quickly shoved the piece of paper towards Satan.
"N-No sir," Levi stuttered as his face flushed. The teacher huffed and slowly turned back to the board to continue their class. You noticed Satan's frown deepened as he stared at the empty questionnaire in front of him. You shook off the weird behavior and turned your attention back to the class.
The day only weird when the class ended. You gathered your things and walked out the classroom, ready to head to your locker for and switch out your things before the small break you had between classes, when you noticed Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Asmodeus all out there waiting for you.
You face palmed as you felt Satan and Leviathan come to a stop behind you. "Okay. What is going on?" you asked in annoyance. "What is with you guys today?"
"No, I agree," Levi added as he glanced at his brothers. "You're all acting weird. Did I miss something?"
The others' eyes widened — some in panic at your tone and the rest in realization at Levi's question. Asmodeus smirked and stepped forward to speak, but before any words could leave his mouth, Beel wrapped an arm around his waist and a hand around his mouth — easily restraining and silencing his brother as he smiled at you. "It's nothing," his eyes drifted over to Levi where they flickered down to the demon's phone and then pointedly back to his eyes.
"Mhmm," you hummed sarcastically as you began to walk towards your locker. "Real convincing."
Belphie groaned as he lightly jogged to catch up to you. "We're handling it, alright?" he spoke seriously as he glanced over at you in concern. "You're safe. They're just being morons like usual," he taunted clearly trying to get a laugh or at least a smile from you.
He winced as you looked back at him with a sharp unimpressed expression. "Wouldn't it be better if I knew, so I knew what I'm supposedly being protected from?"
"Not in this case," Mammon spoke up from behind you. You stopped walking and turned to face the others. "Honestly, nothing will probably come of this. We're just bein' extra cautious."
You cocked your head and pointed behind him. "Then why is Levi paler than Casper the friendly ghost and looking like he just ate a heaping of Solomon's cooking while reading whatever Beel texted him about what's going on?"
Satan shook his head and stared at the ceiling in ire. "MC please just-"
"Guys." Beel cut off as his sharp, hyper-focused stare — the gaze of a predator — fixed on something behind you.
You peaked over your shoulder to see a young, black-haired demon pulling their hands away from your locker with a satisfied look on their face.
Lucifer suddenly rounded the corner, walking quickly with a determined aura as he stormed past the group of you. "That's him," he said coldly as he brushed by.
"Shit." Mammon breathed before rushing past you to get to his brother's side.
You could only watch in bewilderment as the brothers' collectively rushed over to this poor, strange demon — that you could've sworn you recognized from somewhere — and grabbed him by the arms before slamming him against the wall.
"Ajax Floyd?" Lucifer questioned as he stood in front of the terrified student, Beelzebub and Satan securely pinning him down. The eldest removed a familiar pink note from his cloak, inner pocket and held it between his two fingers. "I believe this is yours?"
The demon gulped as he anxiously looked at the brothers. "L-Look, I didn't mean any harm. I-I-I just wanted to try to talk to them. G-Get to know them a little more."
Mammon growled lowly, causing the student to whimper and cower as closely to the wall as he could. "Based on that note, I'd say you wanted to do a little more than that, huh?"
"And there's nothing wrong with that!" Asmo chirped, ignoring the glares he received from the others. "I mean, personally, I think they could do a little better than you. You'd need a little sprucing up here and there, just by the look of things, but good on you for shooting your shot! Must be some brave, little man~" he teased with all his usual sensuality.
Belphie elbowed his older brother in the ribs. "Stop. This is serious. Remember what Mammon mentioned last night. We don't know the first thing about this guy or his intentions with MC."
Ajax, as it were, seemed to have gathered a little courage from Asmodeus's backhanded compliment and puffed his chest a little. "Exactly! You don't know anything about me and h-here you are treating me like a criminal for even asking to get close to them! I know you didn't let them see the note! How about you let MC decide for themself whether or not I'm good enough for them?!" he snarled fiercely.
Leviathan opened his mouth to retort the demon's claims when the damning sound of an un-oiled locker door opening rung through the hall.
While the outrageously over-protective demons were having their little showdown, you had quickly grown bored of the pathetically common display and had decided to gather your things to walk yourself to class and ignore whatever was going on for the time being.
Everyone's breath hitched as your door swung open and another pink note fluttered out. Ajax couldn't help but grin as you caught it and slowly unfolded it.
"Another one?" you muttered to yourself. "Dearest MC, I sincerely hope that this note gets to you. I'm aware that your wards won't approve of my reaching out to you, but my heart tells me to persist..." you snorted and shook your head. "What is this Shakespeare?"
Beel frowned at the reaction and slowly leaned down to his still, shell-shocked brothers. "Is Shakespeare a compliment or an insult?"
Satan gritted his teeth, "Considering he's known as 'The Bard' in the human world and wrote one of the most recognized love stories of all time, most likely a compliment, now shush!"
"Should I be so lucky that this note reaches your hand, I wanted to confess to you. I admire you greatly and was hoping that we could get to know each other better. To put it plainly, I love you MC, and want to make you happy ..."
"That's so sweet!" Asmodeus cooed, earning him another sharp jab from a scowling Belphegor.
"If this interests you. If would just give me, give love, a chance, then I hope to meet with you after school, in the gardens behind RAD. I'll be waiting. Love, your secret admirer."
Time froze as you finished the letter, your brows furrowed as you absorbed what you had just read. "Falling in love?" You began questioningly, and Ajax felt his heart flutter with hope.
That hope was shattered as a snort suddenly came from you and carelessly crumpled up the note and tossed it behind your shoulder. "Cringe!" The group watched with jaws dropped as you lazily shut your locker and began to walk away. "I'm heading back to class. Meet you losers there when you're done with your little manliness contest."
Asmo winced at your lack of tact and turned back to the group sympathetically. "Let him go, boys," he patted Lucifer shoulder as Mammon and Beel dropped the now heartbroken and confused demon. "MC just did more damage to his poor soul than any of you ever could."
*** And that's a wrap! Thank you all for reading this fic and supporting me! You're all the best and I love you all dearly! Let me know what you think of Teen MC! Should I write them more often? -BW ***
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*contemplates existence for a second*
Hissy Kitty
Part 3
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Part 2
Alastor X Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ we love seeing a man lose his mind, mentions of stabbing, poor noodle bean Pentious ⚠
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As the shadows in the room grew, Alastor paced back and forth with his hand covering his mouth.
His mind jumping from one thought to another.
I don't understand what's happening! I should know what's happening! Why don't I know!?
Walking faster, he laughed and moved the hand that was on his mouth to run his fingers through his hair.
There were flashes of you appearing in his thoughts. That cold hateful glare, your eyes glowing radiantly as you hissed at him. The way you stood your ground in a powerful stance as the ears on your head were pinned back.
God you looked terrific.
NO!
He shook his head.
Angry, confused, anxious, happy. Emotions battled within him as he continued to pace.
"Oh fucking hell.", he gripped his hair on the sides of his head. "Holy fuck, whatever shall I do with this?"
The Radio Demon was feeling something new and he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know what it was and that made him upset.
He had to know.
Needed to know.
To be in control.
He couldn't have his emotions taking hold of him. He couldn't have you messing with his heart head.
"The¥ Ωe€d +o &θ.", he growled out with a clenched jaw.
Now he knew why Husker didn't want them around.
They are a distraction, a detour in his plans. Too much trouble to have nearby. A weakness.
He stopped at that.
A weakness..
The static grew even louder, causing the widows to crack and break.
"Ha..hahaha.", he dropped his arms and leaned against his desk with one hand. "Hahaha-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", he laughed, moving a hand to his stomach as he bended inwards. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He scratched deep claw marks into his desk.
"Ha..."
The room got quiet.
Not a single sound came from him, there was no static or laugh track as he realized what the new emotion filling his chest was.
This wasn't part of the plan..
"This can't go on. I must extinguish this disgusting feeling.", he furrowed his brows. "How absurd. To think such a demon could make me doubt myself."
Removing his claws out from the table, he flicked his hand to rid of the wood chips that stuck onto him.
Fixing his coat and snapping his fingers, he had his creatures get to fixing the windows.
"Let's get to work boys. I need this place to be spotless.", he said without so much as a glance, making his way to the trap door.
"Everything needs to be in perfect θrd€r."
The latch closed as he exited the radio tower.
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You sat on one of the dining table chairs.
The Princess had asked Niffty to make you a uniform and you were waiting for the little demon to show up.
"Oooh! I'm so excited! I've already got all of tomorrow's activities planned out!", Charlie said and bounced in place. "I hope you don't mind wearing the hotel colors."
"I don't mind at all.", you smiled. "I just hope I can get at least three shirts."
"Let's check in with Niffty when she gets here.", the blonde said looking at the door before glancing back at you. "You know.. I'm curious about something."
"What's up?", you give her your attention.
"Are you and Alastor like...you know.", she waves her hand around. "Together?"
Blink blink.
"What?"
"It's just that I see him around you almost all the time, and Alastor is very picky with who he touches.", she explains. "I mean if it isn't dancing then he wouldn't really engage in contact. Sure he's patted me on the shoulder once or twice but honestly that's really it.", she then leans a little closer. "I totally understand if you don't want to say anything but I support your relationship."
You just stared at the Princess, not sure what to say.
Thankfully you didn't have to as Niffty ran into the room.
"I've got my needles!", she smiled wide. "Who am I stabbing?"
"No, no!", Charlie waved her hands as to say stop. "Not stabbing! We need a uniform."
"Oh, ok!", the cyclops pulled out a tailors measuring tape. "Up! Up! I need to take your measurements!"
You got up and walked over, letting her guide you to make it easier to get the right measurements. As the little demon measured your arm, you thought about what Charlie said.
He only did that to annoy Husk, there's no way he likes me in that way. Why am I even thinking about this? It's so obvious that I'm just something to play with to him. You spread your arms out so Niffty could measure the back of your shoulders. Maybe it's because Charlie thinks so. I know it couldn't happen.
The cyclops moved to measure your waist.
Yeah, it would never happen.
"All done!", Niffty pulled out a sewing needle. "Now for the fun part.", she grinned.
"Do you think you could make me two or three shirts?", you asked. "It's ok if you can't."
"I can!", she said and sprinted out of the room. "I'll leave them in your room when I'm done!"
You waved to Charlie as you left, making your way over to your room.
I hope there's no bugs on my bed again. You shivered at the memory. That was so gross.
"Exsscusse me.", someone said from behind you.
Turning around, you saw Sir Pentious.
"Oh! Hi Pentious! What can I do for you?", you asked with a smile.
"I'm..uh. I have a question, if that'sss alright?", he asks, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Sure! What's on your mind?", you replied.
"Are you being courted by the Radio Demon?", he asked.
...
"What?"
"What?"
You held your hands out as to say stop and shook your head with a laugh. "No. What in the world gave you that idea?"
"Well.. he'sss been around you so often and he takess care of you.",the snake demon explains. "I just thought with sssuch actions, he'd be trying to attract you."
Someone else thought Alastor and I were together? Does it really look like that?
"Why the question?", you asked.
"Um..I want to know how to court ssomeone.", he said shyly.
You gasped excitedly.
"Oh! Do you have a special someone!?", you took hold of his hands. "Do I know them!?", you asked.
Before Sir Pentious could say anything, you were yanked away from him.
"Woah!"
Your back was pressed against something warm. Static buzzed loudly, making the fur on your ears and tail tingle. The shadows got darker and started to take shape of sinister creatures.
"H@πd$ øff."
The vibrations from his radio voice came from his chest, which you felt rumble through you.
"Alastor?", you said nervously.
"W-wait!", Pentious backed up. "All I did wass asssk a quesstion!"
"I'm &o¡ng t⁰ ©0ok ¥∅u |ik€ ®oti$serie ¢hick€n!", the deer demon threatened.
"Alastor!", you shouted and turned in his hold to grab his face, tilting his head down. "Damn it! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Finally he stopped, red eyes dimming the glowing and now focused on you. Pentious took this as a chance to escape and slithered off quickly.
"What just happened?"
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*goes back to typing* I'm good.
~Seline, the person.
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Had a minor KNY AU idea where Nezuko was the older sibling to Tanjiro and all the little ways this could affect the story like her being way more aggressive and active to protect her brother and I had this funny idea where she acted like a cute baby kid to everyone else except Tanjiro, always making sure to shift her size so she would be taller than him whenever they're right next to each other.
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stellar concept anon
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✨thoughts about Nezha and Red Son:✨
I am ALL for the babysitter Nezha hc, but I was thinking about their relationship from a more canon lens
we don't really get any CANON connection between them for basically almost all of the series, except for the end of S4
so why would Red Son go to the Celestial Realm, of all places, and then (specifically) Nezha?
then I remembered that Nezha was there during the fire-sealing ceremony
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PIF and DBK probably respected/appreciated Nezha and Wukong for that (until the whole Wukong and the mountain thing went down), and so Nezha ended up being the one celestial PIF/DBK never talked down on, especially bc he's more an "I'll stay in my lane, you stay in yours" kinda guy
with that, Red Son always associated Nezha as a safe person to go to, even if he had never or rarely met him (plus, they did meet after the S3 special ending- being able to finally meet Nezha for himself probably reinforced the idea for Red Son of Nezha being someone safe to go to)
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this whole analysis is also merely just because i'm cackling at the imagery of PIF cradling toddler Red Son in her arms after DBK was imprisoned and going down a line of Celestials like
"this one?"
"bad."
"this one?"
"also bad!"
(gets to Nezha) "this one gets a pass."
"? okay!"
"this one?"
"BAD"
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my favorite bingqiu fic idea i’ll never get around to writing is a no transmigration au where shen yuan was born as shen jiu’s older twin brother who died at the qiu estate, but shen jiu somehow managed to capture his soul so some of shen jiu’s rocky cultivation is that he’s trying to further his own cultivation while also preserving/repairing shen yuan’s soul. shen yuan finally reforms when shen jiu and liu qingge are in the spirit caves before sha hualing’s invasion, so he would be 15/16 at the same time that binghe is 15. so he’s shen jiu’s older brother AND his twin AND much younger than he is AND insists on calling binghe his luo-shixiong to shen jiu’s increasing dismay
#scum villain#svss#bingqiu#shen jiu#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#luo binghe#for clarification the idea is that it's a canon divergence from pidw#so like in pidw timeline the confrontation between lqg and sj goes poorly lqg dies and sy's soul dissipates#whereas here it goes well lqg is alive and sy is resurrected#sy has no knowledge of what happened in the intervening years. this will become a conflict#sy is deep in his gremlin era and also obviously traumatized/not the spoiled young master the peak lords assumed of sj#that combined with saving lqg from his qi deviation bridges some of the gap between sj and the other lords#though im not sure what kind of impact it would have on the tension between sj and yqy#sj used an extreme method to capture and nurture sy's soul which would raise a lot of uncomfortable questions#so anyone who is not a peak lord is led to believe sy is his estranged younger brother or illegitimate son#meanwhile sy has an innate fondness for lbh and doesn't understand sj's hatred for him. this will become a conflict almost immediately#lbh is nervous about sy at first but sy is savvy and nice to him and lbh quickly latches onto his sticky shidi#the immortal alliance conference plays out basically the same way with the addition of sj rationalizes it as protecting his brother from lbh#sy does NOT witness this and has no idea about lbh being a demon or sj's part in his 'death'#and spends the next three years sincerely mourning lbh. this will become a conflict later#so overall sj is still a terrible person but there's room to explore that and let him grow#like forcing him to confront the fact that he's repeating the actions of people he hated and maybe understanding that lbh (and even sy)#would be justified to hate him and not forgive him for everything he's done#though i think sy eventually would and sj and lbh would have a painful reconciliation#for spice you can throw in sy accidentally freeing tlj as per scum villain canon#and maybe the sowers accusation still happens with the added element of sy/sj identity confusion#& the appearance of qht pushes the sy identity reveal#sy is more willing to tell qht the truth about her brother than sj was in pidw#possibly this reopening of old wounds sours the sy/lbh reunion
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